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Post by Midadol Telamon on May 22, 2024 4:58:44 GMT -6
"Still busy savin' the world, then?"
Engineering Prodigy
"'ey! Of course it'll be safe!" Mid protested when Nerissa asked if her upcoming airship design would work. "Me inventions always are! Well, usually. Well, sometimes. Well.... Look, it were a long time ago I nearly burned down the Hideaway an' I wish people would stop bringin' it up," Mid complained. Had mistakes been made back when she was young and first learning her trade? Yes! Were mistakes still made now that she was basically an adult? .... Well, still yes, but she'd rather people didn't dwell on those.
"Not that I don't support puttin' Hugo Kupka to the sword if you find 'im and 'e's alive again," Mid said in response to her claim as to what she would do if she found him. "But y'd remember 'e can turn into a giant the size of a mountain right? Last time Clive fought 'im, the stories I 'eard made it sound like it were the most ridiculous thing ever. Mountain sized giant, fallin' inside a volcano, beatin' the snot outta each other for like, six 'ours. I in't sayin' you couldn't take 'im, but maybe call in a lil' back-up first," Mid suggested. Kupka was a jerk, yes, but a dangerous jerk at that, and Mid was very cautious about him.
"Well, since you're offerin'..." Mid said when Nerissa commented on if she needed anything else. "I'm definitely gonna need some mythril. Can't 'ave a mythril engine without that. An' somethin' flexible, but sturdy enough, to make some tubing out of. I were thinkin' using Behemoth horns. They're hollow on the inside, yeah, so attach a couple, an' you have a strong, sturdy tube system..." she began, trying to think of all the things she'd need to deliver on the required build she had planned. If Nerissa was offering to help, she might as well use that!
Post by Midadol Telamon on Mar 29, 2024 8:29:19 GMT -6
"Still busy savin' the world, then?"
Engineering Prodigy
Mid cocked her head, her long ponytail flopping around behind her as Nerissa pointed out she did, at least, have the option of travel. "Never did think much of travellin', to be honest. Jus' a necessity, to get the bits I need. Much happier just buildin' away, I am. It's why I used to send Clive everywhere," she explained. She hoped she could soon get Clive doing that again too. Better him than her. "Plus fightin' weren't never really my thing," she added. "Rather leave that to the lot who 'ave more swords than brain cells," she smirked.
"Yep, that's right. Prince Dion," Mid answered, with playful fingerguns. "Same ol' stuffy Princey type. Made the ride back real fun though. I love his lil' face whenever I open me mouth," she joked. She supposed that it WAS pretty big news that a Prince from Valisethea was now on Zephron, but she didn't really see the need to play it up. It was seeming more and more likely that the majority of people from their reality were there.
"Yeah. So far, jus' the good ones though. Let's 'ope it stays that way. Given some of 'em were meant to be dead, I don't wanna see Benedikta or Kupka showin' up, yeah?" she said. It wasn't really like Mid to wish anybody dead, but wishing someone stay dead? That was quite a different thing entirely, and she was more than happy to embrace that belief.
"Yeah, 'e' would like Defiant, wouldn't 'e?" she replied, thoughtfully. "Right. Well, that's settled then. Defiant she will be," Mid nodded.
"Pens are the least of what I need. Tryin' to build an airship outta just what I can find in a whole new reality in't no easy task. 'course, it 'elps some that they already exist 'ere, but call me selfish, I kinda don't wanna copy those designs. This is me baby, an' I in't skippin' to the finish line now just 'cause someone else has done it first," Mid explained.
Post by Midadol Telamon on Feb 21, 2024 2:42:44 GMT -6
"Still busy savin' the world, then?"
Engineering Prodigy
Mid seemed to stand there and watch as Joshua tried to puzzle out what was going on. He reached out to Meteia asking for help understanding the vision, and again, Mid sighed, shook her head and couldn't help but grin. "Greagor, give me strength..." she muttered. "Look, it in't exactly airship science. Do I have to spell it out for you?" she asked, stepping towards him a little, putting her hands on her hips as she glared at him, her long ponytail swinging freely behind her, as if bursting with as much bubbling energy as Mid usually contained within herself. "You came to a whole new world under mystery circumstances. An' therefore, it's smart to think you in't the only one," Mid outlined. "Go find t'others," she insisted, waving her arms as if shooing him to start moving off in a direction into the dream field. Although, of course, she meant in the real world.
When he protested that he didn't see Mid romantically, she couldn't resist teasing him back of course. "Oh, I see? Too rough 'round the edges fer yer, am I?" she said playfully. "Guessin' you want one of them princess types, huh? All fancy gowns an' tiaras an' stuff?" she asked. "I'll 'ave you know, I can be right proper girly when I wanna be. Or did y'think lookin' after hair this long were easy?" she questioned teasingly, a smirk dancing across her lips. 'Right proper girly' was not something Mid would ever usually describe herself as; she was a well known tomboy, said hair not withstanding, but she couldn't resist poking at Joshua a little.
Plus, she wasn't real, so she could totally get away with stuff like that.
Fortunately, it seemed that Joshua was beginning to figure out his next path. Which was good, because Dream-Mid didn't have a Dream-Spanner to beat him over the head with it. When he finally figured it out, she cocked her hips to the side and gave him a bright smile. But the smile faded when he told her to say hi to his brother for him.
"Oh for the love of Gregor's great hairy-" she began, and sighed. "I already told you, I in't real! I can't say hi to yer brother anymore than you can. So, you want me to say hi to him, you're gonna have to find 'im, 'cause I'm part of you, in't I? Which is still super weird, by the way," she noted, with a bit of a shrug. "I mean, seriously. Most people 'ave spirit guides that are animals, or gods or spirits or whatever, but nope, you got a spirit animal that just so 'appens to be a teenage engineer who you claim to totally not fancy but clearly 'ave the 'ots for," she remarked.
"Yer a weird boy, Joshua Rosfield," she stated. "Now git out there an' find yer brother, or next time, I'm gonna bring me a Dream Hammer to hit you over your stupid Dream 'Ead with 'til you get it," she finished. And then she slowly faded away.
Just to suddenly reappear.
"Oh, an' one more thing! 'Younger sibling'!? 'YOUNGER sibling'!? You listen 'ere, Joshua Redfield, you might be a might few years older than me, but we all know yer the team baby, an' don't you forget it!" she added, fading away again.
Post by Midadol Telamon on Jan 25, 2024 14:02:14 GMT -6
"Still busy savin' the world, then?"
Engineering Prodigy
Narissa seemed surprised that Mid was back, and Mid blinked for a moment. She hadn't really realised that surprised anybody. She tended to come and go as she pleased when work needed to be done (or she needed an excuse to be far away), but had no idea anybody kept track of how long she was gone. She just shrugged to her point. "Got work to do, don't I?" she replied. "Can't keep a good engineer down. Or a bad one, fer tha' matter," she said casually, without considering it too much. She definitely fell into one of those categories or the other.
She asked how her trip was, and Mid gave a grin, hands on her hips. "Oh, y'know, nuthin' all that special. Jus' ran into Prince Dion bein' all alive an' well again," she said with a big smirk. "Usual stuff really, got some bits I needed, an' yeah, found resurrected royalty, so nuthin' much to write 'ome 'bout," she teased. She suspected that Narissa had already heard about Dion, but it didn't change the fact that Mid couldn't resist delivering the news.
"Nah, all me time's goin' on the Enterprise 2," she told her, in response to what she was working on. She paused, and gave a cock of her head. "Still workin' on the name. Enterprise II? Enterprise A? Enterprise B? Might go for sumthin' totally new, I in't decided yet," she said. "But this ship's gonna make the first Enterprise look like a little kiddie's play boat, got some real plans comin' along. Gonna have some teeth too. I in't no fan of causin' people 'arm, but the Dragonblades in't exactly well prepared for combat in the sky, if you excuse Caius's pet dragon, so I were figurin' given everyone else 'round these parts has airships armed ta the teeth, we'd need somethin' special," she explained. "Y'know, show 'em, Dragonblades might be small, but we're defiant," she exclaimed.
And then she paused. "Ohhh, Defiant. Good name that. Gonna write that one down," she said after a moment.
She took the box of pens, and rummaged around. "Ideal, those'll do nicely," she smiled, taking a handful. "In't much in the way o' small bits of metal 'round 'ere, leaves me at a bit of a loose end wit' some of the stuff I'm tryin' to do," she explained. "But the metal in these? They're perfect."
Post by Midadol Telamon on Nov 5, 2023 13:14:40 GMT -6
"Still busy savin' the world, then?"
Engineering Prodigy
Mid threw her arms in the air and rolled her eyes dramatically as she turned away from Joshua for a moment as he asked if it was her. "Great Greagor's Gash, give me strength!" she remarked, before turning back to him. "Of course it in't really me," she said with a sigh. "I told you. Yer dreamin'. Of me, apparently, which, bein' honest, is a bit weird," she went on. "You fancy me or sumthin'?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "'cause you princely lot, y'know, with all your 'm'lady' bollocks, you in't really my type,"
"I in't tellin' you nowt. Literally, really. I told you. This is your dream. You just made me up. Only person who's tellin' you anythin' is you. And usin' me to do it, apparently,"she shrugged, as if the entire thing was not really her problem.
And that was when he asked his next question, and she threw her arms up in the air again.
"'Ow the 'ell should I know!?"she asked back."You weren't there, so I weren't there. You're imaginin' me, so I only know what you know. An' I 'ave no idea what 'appened back in Valisthea. But, like I said, imagined or not, I'm still a genius. So figurin' you probably imagined me to 'elp you figure this 'ole Zephron thing out," she explained.
"See, the question in't 'did I survive'? The question is, 'did you survive'? 'cause I'm pretty sure I remember you dyin'. And if I remember it, you remember it, 'cause, like I told you before, we're t' same person, me n' you," she said, gesturing between them. "I'm jus' prettier," and then she paused. "'EY! If that was me sayin' that 'cause your subconcious thinks I'm pretty, you can knock that on the head right now. I told you, you in't my type!" Mid insisted quickly.
"Anyway, point is, if you din't survive, but you still ended up 'ere, the question you wanna be askin' is 'ow? And if you ended up 'ere, who else? Got no reason to think it was jus' you, right? 'specially not if it's 'cause you died. I'm more of a cogs n' screwdrivers girl me, than one of them religious types, but I'm pretty sure if there's a heaven, this in't it," she went on. "So, what you gotta askin yerself is 'ow you got 'ere and why. Is it 'cause you died? Were it Ultima? An' more importantly, if you got sent 'ere, 'oo else did too? You don't know 'oo else might be runnin' 'round out there," Mid pointed out.
Post by Midadol Telamon on Oct 30, 2023 2:44:03 GMT -6
"Still busy savin' the world, then?"
Engineering Prodigy
The petals of the snow daisies swirled in the breeze for a moment, touching against leather clad leggings of a figure that stood behind Josh. Not a figure that made a lot of sense, given where Josh was dreaming of, really. Midadol Telamon had never really been to the field of daisies. She hadn't even really visited Sanbreque. And yet, undoubtedly, Mid was there, as she walked across the grass, the soft sound of crunching soil and flowers beneath her boots.
"You weren't brought here, you absolute toolbox," Mid suddenly said as she approached behind him. "It's a dream, i'nt it? It's not supposed to make sense," she added, hands on her hips as she gazed at him. "You in't never 'ad a dream what makes no sense before?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
She turned for a moment, walking away, and threw her hands in the air. "I swear, you Eikons, you lot think everythin' is some kinda vision quest or super important to the fabric of the universe. I don' mean to be the one to break this t' you, but sometimes, you jus' ate too much cheese 'fore bed, y'know?" she pointed out.
She turned back around to look at him, her long ponytail almost whipping around her. "But, since I'm 'ere, you might as well ask yer questions. I mean, you musta imagined a genius fer a reason, right?" she asked. "Jus' don't go kissin' me 'and again, alright? I might just be a figment o' yer imagination but I still remember 'ow awkward that 'ole thing was," she added, jabbing a finger in his direction and levelling her gaze at him.
Post by Midadol Telamon on Oct 17, 2023 7:36:23 GMT -6
"Still busy savin' the world, then?"
Engineering Prodigy
It had taken three weeks for Mid's theory to be proven correct. Three weeks and Nerissa had shown up. Truth be told, Mid didn't remember Nerissa particularly well. She had been eleven the last time she had seen her, and mostly remembered her as being one of those figures around the Hideaway that were like some distant Aunt and Uncle. She certainly remembered her as being a lot taller. However, what she did know was that she was one of the many, many people they had lost to Kupka that day. She'd been among the names they had mourned.
And now, here she was. Not a day older. Which only proved that just because you died back in Valisthea it didn't mean that you were dead in Zephron. Which continued her theory that she could find a way to bring the dead back. Joshua... Her Dad... She could bring them all back. All she had to do was the admitingly slightly big ask of learning how people were being drawn to Zephron and then master it and all of time and space.
So it was a work in progress. In the meantime, she was working on building a new ship. This time, an airship. She had worries about letting such technology loose back in Valisthea, but here in Zephron, airships were common place, so she had no such concerns about working on building one. In fact, she was determined to build the best airship Zephron had ever seen. One to make sure nobody else could use them to cause harm.
Which brought her back to Nerissa. She knocked on the door, and heard her call for her to come in. "Ay'up, Neri," she nodded as she walked in. "'Ow's life with the writin' treatin' you? Lots of thrillin' reports, I take it," she asked. She never understood quite how people did what Nerissa did and not die of boredom, but she decided not to dwell on it. "'Ere, need a favour if you got a mo," she said simply. "With all this writin' you do, figure you got a couple of spare pens 'round. Mind if I borrow some? Need some good, thin conductors, an' figure a metal pen should do the trick," she explained.
Post by Midadol Telamon on Sept 25, 2023 6:18:36 GMT -6
"Still busy savin' the world, then?"
Engineering Prodigy
Mid looked back at Clive with an annoyed expression on her face when he pointed out that she was just as likely to run off after Torgal, and put her hands on her hips. "No, I din't, actually," she replied. "I jus' planned to break 'im out in the middle of the night before they could do nowt. You know, like a normal person would," she pointed out. There was a distinct possibility that being raised by Cid Telamon had somewhat skewered Mid's point of view on what 'normal' was, but she wasn't entirely willing to consider it right then and there.
Of course, Celes replied to Clive, seemingly very stressed. It seemed Clive had been causing more problems than even Mid had anticipated. Usually, things seemed to work out for Clive. That or he ended up back at the Hideaway while total chaos reigned elsewhere. It was a little unusual to see it from another person's point of view, and she felt a pang of sympathy for Celes. Only a pang, however.
"Great Greagor's Gash, you all like this 'ere? 'e's a dog. What kinda people put a dog in jail? What you gonna do? Put 'im on doggy trial? 'Oo's gonna be the judge? Fenrir an' a Moogle? Clive's right. Me Dad basically raised me and Torgal together. Pro'ly known 'im longer than Clive has, an' last time I checked, I'm not a violent anythin', so they should let me take 'im. Lemme talk to 'em, I can be proper convincin' when I wanna be. Bet they'll let me walk away with 'im." Although that was usually because Mid's approach was 'a whirlwind of words until they gave in and let her have what she wanted', but it was a persuasion type that worked.
"Ah, you just gotta 'ave the knack for it, Clive. Trus' me, I can get him all bathed an' 'appy," Mid nodded. Yes, Mid had been raised around Torgal, so the two basically saw each other as siblings. Or at least, that's how Mid liked to think Torgal viewed her. So she knew some tricks to help bathe him. Okay, so Clive would always be his true master, but she liked Torgal too. Plus, privately, she thought she was probably a better owner than Clive. After all, she didn't take him out to fight dragons or anything.
Torgal seemed to make a noise from behind the cell.
"Oi, that was one time. Besides, it worked, din't it?" she said back to Torgal. "Automatic dog washer I built," she explained to Celes and Clive. "Torgal weren't a fan," she added with a rueful look from Torgal.
And then, swiftly moving on, she clapped her hands together. "Right. We all settled then? No more runnin' off, no more dramatics, no more nearly bein' arrested again? Can we get Clive outta 'ere now and I'll go sort Torgal, and everythin's good and proper, yeah? 'cause, seriously, only you, Clive Rosfield, could turn bein' collected into such a giant drama," she added, rolling her eyes teasingly.
Post by Midadol Telamon on Sept 4, 2023 14:31:54 GMT -6
"Still busy savin' the world, then?"
Engineering Prodigy
Mid Mid cocked her head, and continued without missing a beat as Dion gave his explanation. "'cept there ain't no curse here, is there? Or Blight. Or Aether, for that matter. Which begs the question, can yer Prime at all? And if you can, what's makin' it happen?" Mid pointed out. "Still see you got your arm all wrapped up like one of me Uncle's presents he gets me fer me birthday, so that's tellin' me you in't healed. But there shouldn't be anythin' here to keep spreadin' the Curse. Weird. That's gonna have to go in me notes," she said thoughtfully, nodding in the direction of Dion's bandaged arm.
"Clive does, yeah," she answered, when he asked about 'Ifrit'. "As for Ultima, Clive's pretty sure 'e killed 'im, but he was a God n' all, who knows 'ow that all works. 'specially since all this 'as 'appened since then. Who knows what's goin' on?" Mid pointed out. "But, no sign of 'im so far, an' Clive's pretty sure 'e's dead, an' Clive does 'ave a lot of experience in that area, so I'd take 'is word fer it," she added.
And then, of course, Dion declared that he had to speak to Clive. "Oh, aye, y'do, do yer?" Mid asked, folding her arms. "An' what am I? Chopped liver? I told you this all already," she pointed out. "Still, were totally me plan to get you to come with me anyway. I mean, can't jus' leave you 'ere, can I? An' I'm bettin' Clive'll 'ave more than a few questions fer you. See, if you're still alive, maybe Joshua is too. I were jus' gonna try an' pull 'im outta earlier in the timeline, should be doable, given 'ow things work here, but now I see he maybe in't even dead!" she exclaimed.
"But 'fore we can do any of that, some of us work for a living, y'know? In't all roses an' crowns fer me. I din't travel all this way to drag your sorry arse back to Torensten. Gotta do some shoppin' around. An' some plannin'. Workin' on the next Enterprise, in't I? She's gonna be a might different 'ere. No point in pullin' my punches 'round 'ere. They already got airships, then some. But I got some ideas to catch us up," she smiled. "Anyway, if yer so keen, you can find us a chocobo carriage back. I were jus' gonna hop on one as it was leavin', pay up what I had to, but if yer loiterin' waitin' to go, you might as well sort it out while I grab me bits," she suggested.
Post by Midadol Telamon on Sept 4, 2023 9:09:59 GMT -6
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"Still busy savin' the world, then?"
Engineering Prodigy
Mid Mid noticed as Dion winced as she hugged him, although at first, she didn't assume it was from injury. She considered it was from what could only be described as his constant state of 'ahhh, a girl!', which might have been part of the reason she enjoyed seeing him squirm when she hugged him. She looked back at him with her usual grin when he spoke. "No need to show concern? You were on a floatin' island in the sky what blew up. You usually walk that off in Sanbreque, do yer? Jus' another day in the life o' a dragoon?" she asked, her tone its usual mixture of sarcastic and playful. Of course, there was the fact that Mid was, essentially, missing Dion's meaning. That she needn't be concerned for him. Mid hadn't even thought of that. He had been on their side, and flown off into battle. She was concerned. It was just natural.
And then she took a step back and let out a slightly sheepish laugh when he mentioned about not hugging him. "Oh right, sorry," she smiled slightly. "Though, tell yer what, me Dad would be dead proud o' me if I told 'im I'd only gone an 'urt Prince Dion of Sanbreque, the mighty Dragoon an' all that," she added playfully. Although, of course, her words hid slightly less playfulness than she let on. Mid only knew her history from her father's tellings, but she had once been a child of Sanbreque. Their pointless wars had led to her biological parents' death. And everything that followed. She was no fan of the Prince for the wars he had waged, but if she was to carry grudges, she'd hold one against just about everybody in the Hideaway. Her father had taught her to look past that, and that was what she was going to do.
"Okay, 'ere's somethin' I been wonderin'. 'pparently, when Kupka Primed into Titan for that big final showdown, 'is hands grew back, right? So, I been wonderin'. You Dominants. Can't you jus' Prime an' heal yourselves? Like, you got bashed up ribs and wotnot, can you jus', y'know, turn into a great bleedin' dragon and then they're all okay again?" Mid asked curiously. It wasn't really a point to raise in general, but she DID wonder. Kupka's hands healing raised a precedence.
But then if you could heal your physical body by Priming, why did Joshua always seem iller after he became the Phoenix? Dominants were weird. It was why Mid preferred science. Science made sense. Magic was just a load of nonsense.
"Right, okay," Mid said thoughtfully after a moment. "Adds up wit' what Clive told me. 'cept, there's some weirdness. See, seems we all came from the same time in our world, but arrived at different points in this one. I mean, Clive, 'e's only jus' got 'ere, an' me, I been 'ere for about a week or two now. Sounds like you arrived longer ago, if you were that battered. I mean, the fact yer standing at all tells me you 'ad a bit of time to recover. So, 'ow come we all come from one time back 'ome, but to a different time 'ere? An' what about places? Me n' Clive, we both appeared pretty close to each other. Close enough that you could account for it as bein' the difference in distance between the Hideaway an' Origin. But then why'd you appear so far away?" Mid asked, more to herself than anybody else.
She playfully swatted him on the arm. "I was 'opin' when I found someone else from 'ome, it'd make this 'ole puzzle simpler, not more complicated. You're not 'elpin', y'know?" she said, although her tone was of course, extremely playful.
"As for Valisthea, well, ain't that the big question on everybody's lips? Far as we can tell, Clive finished Ultima off good, an' Origin is finished too. 'cept, then we all came 'ere. So who knows? Is this that new world Ultima was always bangin' on about? Seems unlikely, given we ain't the only ones 'ere. Plus, judgin' by all the times 'e tried to kill us, Ultima ain't our biggest fans. So why would 'e bring us 'ere? Weren't 'is 'ole plan to leave us all to die an' make a new world jus' for 'imself?" Mid asked.
"What I can tell you is there's no Blight 'ere. An', if you an' Clive are 'ere, who knows who else is? We might of jus' about lucked out. All of us, new world, no Blight, total safety. Everythin' me Dad ever dreamed of," Mid pointed out. "Can't wait to tell Clive yer alive. He was bein' so dramatic 'bout everybody bein' dead. I mean, y'know Clive. That whole growly voice thing, them big puppy dog eyes o' his, he's gonna be so excited. Not that he'll show it mind," she added with a grin.
