[ Aymeric goes ahead and touches the panel... And the room simulates the Holy See of Ishgard. While in this simulation, there is snowfall, there are sights of it everywhere. They're sifted liked powdered sugar on the houses, the statues, and the roads. Light snow, it seems, and that is why they can see crowds of people ambulating the streets.
They wear old medieval stuff, much of it lined with fur for the cold. Of course they're also all mostly Elezen like Aymeric, with some Hyur (humans) found here and there. ]
I know this to be an illusion, but it seems... Real.
[Itsuki's emotions run the gamut between awe and excitement, even if his face looks casually interested. He turns around once, and then starts walking a little -- gazing at the denizens, and then holding out a hand to catch some snow.
It's cold on his hand, which makes him smile.]
...It really does. It feels like I'm actually here. [he shades a hand over his eyes so he can see the tops of the buildings,] So this is where you're from?
[ They are very high. Ishgard is a two-level city-state. The architecture is kind of familiar, a mix of old European structures… Very old French, but very fantasy. There are even black chocobos at the nearby stable. ]
It is. This would be Foundation, the plaza all visitors would behold first.
[ Hm. ]
Would you like to try teleporting? Or the simulacrum of it.
[ it will give them the feeling that he's putting himself elsewhere and the location changes entirely to a different area. They're in front of the Atheneum Arcaneum, a large building with a dome roof, and what seems to be... A large telescope. ]
My manor is nearby, but this is the Astrologian's guild—[ Instantly, this dude shows up and gives Aymeric a nod for a greeting.
Then bedroom eyes Itsuki. Instantly, the vibe is weary af. ]
Aye, this is Ser Jannequinard, Ishgard's very first Astrologian and son of House Durendaire, a founding noble family.
[ And Jannequinard bows as all Elezens do, fanciful and graceful, and greets them both.
"I would love to give you and yours a tour, Lord Commander, but you see I have scheduled a meeting with two lovely baronesses from House Dzemael. If you're interested, I can regale you my evening the next time our paths cross. It does sadden me you have not time to join me on these escapades. I know work leaves you with little time for dalliances now, but! Time is what you must make for yourself. Place your trust in me, I know aplenty in Ishgard's nobility seeking—"
And Jannequinard keeps talking about relationships, all casual and his recent number of dates which no one asked for but he thinks you might be interested anyway, many of these words straight from what Aymeric remembers. ]
My manor is nearby.
[ He says that even though Jannequinard is Still Talking. He suffers this sometimes. ]
[ Jannequinard continues to talk about his last date and how well it went! And then his next fling with a dancer from one of the brothels. Of course, private. ]
Passion is a word. [ But Aymeric gives off weariness. ] Nay, he would not. He has a busy schedule, as you can see.
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I'll be honest, I'm really curious about yours.
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[ Aymeric goes ahead and touches the panel... And the room simulates the Holy See of Ishgard. While in this simulation, there is snowfall, there are sights of it everywhere. They're sifted liked powdered sugar on the houses, the statues, and the roads. Light snow, it seems, and that is why they can see crowds of people ambulating the streets.
They wear old medieval stuff, much of it lined with fur for the cold. Of course they're also all mostly Elezen like Aymeric, with some Hyur (humans) found here and there. ]
I know this to be an illusion, but it seems... Real.
[ And Aymeric obviously misses home. ]
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It's cold on his hand, which makes him smile.]
...It really does. It feels like I'm actually here. [he shades a hand over his eyes so he can see the tops of the buildings,] So this is where you're from?
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It is. This would be Foundation, the plaza all visitors would behold first.
[ Hm. ]
Would you like to try teleporting? Or the simulacrum of it.
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-- Sure. It sounds exciting.
[itsuki's a fcking esper but he doesn't know what teleporting is, but he trusts that this is non-slutty activity since Aymeric suggested it]
What do I have to do?
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Raise your hand to it.
[ Like this, Aymeric does it and the illusion shows particles from him drawing to the crystal! ]
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Itsuki will follow Aymeric's lead and raise his hand. particles.... will they be atomized....]
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My manor is nearby, but this is the Astrologian's guild—[ Instantly, this dude shows up and gives Aymeric a nod for a greeting.
Then bedroom eyes Itsuki. Instantly, the vibe is weary af. ]
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Itsuki barely has time to enjoy being teleported, and to take in the sights before this?? person appears???
Itsuki eyes him back, with non bedroom eyes.]
...Friend of yours?
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Aye, this is Ser Jannequinard, Ishgard's very first Astrologian and son of House Durendaire, a founding noble family.
[ And Jannequinard bows as all Elezens do, fanciful and graceful, and greets them both.
"I would love to give you and yours a tour, Lord Commander, but you see I have scheduled a meeting with two lovely baronesses from House Dzemael. If you're interested, I can regale you my evening the next time our paths cross. It does sadden me you have not time to join me on these escapades. I know work leaves you with little time for dalliances now, but! Time is what you must make for yourself. Place your trust in me, I know aplenty in Ishgard's nobility seeking—"
And Jannequinard keeps talking about relationships, all casual and his recent number of dates which no one asked for but he thinks you might be interested anyway, many of these words straight from what Aymeric remembers. ]
My manor is nearby.
[ He says that even though Jannequinard is Still Talking. He suffers this sometimes. ]
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Hm... So this is how it feels on the other side...
[he understands now....]
He's really passionate, huh? I almost expected him to follow you home.
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Passion is a word. [ But Aymeric gives off weariness. ] Nay, he would not. He has a busy schedule, as you can see.
[ And Jannequinard! Does! Leave. ]
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Ay-kun... I think I understand you a bit more now.
[like the reason why Aymeric is so slut-proof. who is itsuki compared to jannequinard...... a repressed bi that's who,]