B. Job Development Noctis has been at it for a while. That much is obvious by the way the lines of fire and ash crawl from beneath the glove on his right hand and up the exposed arm to the thin lines of embers on his neck and cheek, yet as he pauses to take a breath, the lines fade; the skin rejuvenates from ash to freshly healed tissue. He takes one breath, then another, before he tosses the borrowed sword across the room; it sticks in the wall just above the ceiling and he dangles from it, feeling his mana rejuvenate from nothing. And just like that, the blade sings through the air again. Though if he notices someone other than the lab techs watching, he smirks as he does it and says one 'word': "Yeet-!"
...Before disappearing in a sea of white and blue sparks for a second time, leaving a holographic double where he'd been hanging around as he reappears by the first. What can he say? He's a memelord, and it'll be funny later. Though there is a marked difference: no burns this time. What could have caused them in the first place, or the regeneration?
The lab techs are stumped, and he'd rather not tell them at all.
A. The Lab Unlike the lab technicians who've been having a difficult time herding the cats, there's one person who all he has to do is walk by and suddenly there's a cat or two following him.
They recognize one of their own the scent of fish in a small container held within his hand; cooked fish. For he, like them, is a picky eater with an itch to fish. He leads some of them into a quieter corner of the lab, away from all the loud blasts and clangs in the testing room, and sits down. He may or may not be completely surrounded by the felines, a few climbing on his lap and others pawing at his legs, wanting to get up but unable to.
Thank the gods for summoner robes, or else he'd have a Problem. He scratches the white kitten on his shoulder just under the chin as he lets her eat from his container. "Looks like we've made quite a few friends today, huh, Stella?"
"Stella" purrs contentedly, and he smiles, but it doesn't last. The moment he thinks no one is looking, the carefully guarded expression fades into something far more solemn. Even if it's hard with all these purr generators climbing onto him.
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Noctis has been at it for a while. That much is obvious by the way the lines of fire and ash crawl from beneath the glove on his right hand and up the exposed arm to the thin lines of embers on his neck and cheek, yet as he pauses to take a breath, the lines fade; the skin rejuvenates from ash to freshly healed tissue. He takes one breath, then another, before he tosses the borrowed sword across the room; it sticks in the wall just above the ceiling and he dangles from it, feeling his mana rejuvenate from nothing. And just like that, the blade sings through the air again. Though if he notices someone other than the lab techs watching, he smirks as he does it and says one 'word': "Yeet-!"
...Before disappearing in a sea of white and blue sparks for a second time, leaving a holographic double where he'd been hanging around as he reappears by the first. What can he say? He's a memelord, and it'll be funny later. Though there is a marked difference: no burns this time. What could have caused them in the first place, or the regeneration?
The lab techs are stumped, and he'd rather not tell them at all.
A. The Lab
Unlike the lab technicians who've been having a difficult time herding the cats, there's one person who all he has to do is walk by and suddenly there's a cat or two following him.
They recognize
one of their ownthe scent of fish in a small container held within his hand; cooked fish. For he, like them, is a picky eater with an itch to fish. He leads some of them into a quieter corner of the lab, away from all the loud blasts and clangs in the testing room, and sits down. He may or may not be completely surrounded by the felines, a few climbing on his lap and others pawing at his legs, wanting to get up but unable to.Thank the gods for summoner robes, or else he'd have a Problem. He scratches the white kitten on his shoulder just under the chin as he lets her eat from his container. "Looks like we've made quite a few friends today, huh, Stella?"
"Stella" purrs contentedly, and he smiles, but it doesn't last. The moment he thinks no one is looking, the carefully guarded expression fades into something far more solemn. Even if it's hard with all these purr generators climbing onto him.
... It's been a couple hours. Help?
> Yes
> No.
[ ooc: I'll match your style. ]