melodiesofeternity | Event || Worldwide Tourists

Event || Worldwide Tourists

Who: All New Arrivals and Curti Center Staff
When: April 15th-30th
Where: All over Vaikuntha, starting outside of the airship hanger
What: Ganeshan, the resident Job Expert, will be taking the new arrivals around the the various Guilds so they can collect their chosen Job Asterisks as noted in their applications.
Warnings/Notes: Guild prompts can be found here

Enter the Master

[Each new arrival's iMog buzzes with a message instructing them to gather for a worldwide adventure to obtain the power of Vaikuntha. If they follow the invitation's instructions, they will arrive at outside of the airship hanger on the morning of the 15th, with their meager belongings packed.

An Enterprise-Class airship, the Ragnarok, hovers outside of the Curti Center. There is a flash of light on the top of the ship.]

"WELCOME!"

[A figure, minuscule at this distance, launches itself off of the ship and hurtles toward the ground. As he draws closer to the ground, he starts to flip, landing with a flourish. An armored figure, sans helm, turns his toothy Zora grin to the crowd. With a shimmer, his armor transforms into a white mage's robe, and he sends a rush of wind through the crowd for dramatic effect.]

"I AM GANESHAN, THE JOB MASTER! GYA HA HA HA! TODAY, YOUR LIVES WILL CHANGE FOREVER."

[Ganeshan shimmers again, ruthlessly abusing the Chemist's Modifier skill to once again shift Job Classes so he can lower the airship's loading dock with a wave of his hand.]

"I BELIEVE THAT EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU HAS THE ABILITY TO MASTER THE JOB CLASSES. SOME OF YOU MAY MASTER MANY, OTHERS WILL PURSUE THE PERFECT MASTERY OF JUST ONE. BUT EITHER WAY, YOU'LL BE INCREDIBLE!"

[Ganeshan gives everyone a big thumbs-up. The out-worlders who are not scared off by this booming speech can feel free to enter the airship and prepare for their ride around the world. Hopefully some of the Curti Center's newest hires can serve as ~~non-crazy~~ less exuberant tour guides for the new arrivals.]

Around the World

[The Ragnarok will be stopping at every major city in Vaikuntha, with the exception of those cut off by the Imperial border closing. Characters can create top levels to respond to the Guild prompts and explore the cities themselves as the ship makes its stops. Each Guild provides information sessions, free food and trinkets for potential applicants, and once you're ready to receive your Asterisk, all you have to do is take some introductory lessons and fill out forms. Characters can receive up to two asterisks. Time to get to know your new world!

Questions for Ganeshan can be directed to the Ganeshan top level post.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

WONDERLAND (Tactician's Guild, Tactician's Guild)
Round One
Connie, unlike many other children her age, pays almost no attention to the wondrous attractions of Sparks Golsaucia. Sure, they were impressive feats of technology, magic, and engineering, and sure, they looked devilishly fun; but they aren't what Connie is here for. Forcefully pushing her way through the crowd of businessmen, she stumbles through the doors and nearly into the real-life chess game.

She spends a moment gawking at the spectacle, then a few more minutes carefully observing the game, chin in hand. Eventually, she begins calling out the moves as the tacticians take turns, muttering chess positions under her breath. And, amazingly, she gets it right one in four times.

Round Two
The young girl gets more than a few strange looks in the lecture hall, scribbling in her rapidly-filling composition notebook at a furious pace as the keynote guest gives their lecture to an audience that is generally much older than Connie. As they explain the dizzying nuances and minutia of the Job, the complex casting that's vastly different from the brute force of the Black Mage, and the sharp intellect required to wield the asterisk properly, Connie sits enthralled, absorbing the information with shining eyes.

Round Three
Of course, the guildmasters hadn't taken her seriously when she first came to them asking for an asterisk. Connie was thirteen years old, for goodness' sake! She should be in school, not on the battlefield. If anything, Connie was probably just hoping to gain an edge over her opponents in her school's shogi club or other such nonsense for bragging rights.

But her enthusiasm and obvious intelligence win the day, and now Connie stands before a glowing wisp of blue light. Taking a deep breath, she reaches out to grasp the asterisk. And her whole world changes. Hundreds of years of accumulated strategic knowledge flood into her memories. Runic circles, somatic gestures, and magic power are embedded in her soul.

It's almost too much. Connie falls to her knees, panting and sweating, as information almost completely overwhelms her. Still, though, she refused to give in. This was her first true test, and she would not fail it. With great effort, Connie gets to her feet, grinning broadly as she conquers the new power of her asterisk.

One down, one to go. And so with newfound purpose, Connie runs out into the front hall, grinning, and almost bumps into you. "O-oh! Whoops!" She rubs the back of her head, embarrassed. "Sorry. Got a bit carried away there."

Saute!
Dressed in the blue and gold robes of a Tactician, with a battered, hand-me-down Tome at her side, Connie rushes out into the streets. There were still time before the airship departed for Von Oktavia, so why not finally let herself have some fun? With wild abandon, she skids to a stop in the line for one of the many rollercoasters, Golden Ticket in hand and smile painted on her face.

THE BUREAUCRACY OF TOMORROW (Von Oktavia)
Von Oktavia is certainly an... experience. At least Connie doesn't have it as bad as some of the older arrivals, who were constantly bumping their heads on the top of doorframes. Anyways, as tempting as it was to ogle all the technological marvels on display, Connie was on a mission. Taking a deep breath, she pushes through the glass front doors of Mognet Central, just barely avoiding a bump on the head.

Connie confidently strides up to the harried-looking receptionist, clears her throat, and says. "Hello. I'd like to schedule a meeting with the Linkshell Maintenance Director, pl-"

In the blink of an eye, a slip of paper with the number "051" on it is in Connie's hands. "Take a seet, kupo," the secretary says. "They'll be with you in a moment, kupo."

"That's a blatant lie and you know it, kupo," Mogheswaran mutters under her breath as Connie goes to sit down in one of the waiting chairs, which is just barely big enough to fit her. Fluttering around her head, the suited moogle says, "It's fruitless, kupo. You'll be waiting for the entire day, if not more, before they get back to you and say that the director won't be open for appointments for another six months."

Connie shrugs. "A girl can hope."

"Hope is a thousand gil a unit in MogNet Central, kupo."

"Jaded much?"

"What do you think, kupo?"

Sighing, Connie takes out her tome and settles in for a long wait, idly perusing the contents of the arcane manual.

ONCE IN A LIFETIME (The Royal City of Myste Aura, Magitek Knight Guild)
And You May Find Yourself in Another Part of the World
Connie gasps in delight as the airship pierces the clouds surrounding the City, the elegant architecture and beautiful hot springs combining to create a sight to behold. Sparks Golsaucia was gaudy, and Von Oktavia was impressive, but Myste Aura was truly beautiful. She barely manages to repress the urge to just soak in the view and forget about everything else. as she rushes out onto the streets. Glancing at the map, Connie sprints straight towards the Magitek Knight guild, sparing a few moments here and there to admire the surroundings--of course, so wrapped up she is in the sights and sounds Connie may have a few close calls with vehicles and people.

And You may Find Yourself in A Beautiful House
The Magitek Knight's guild is easily identifiable by the sounds of machinery and magic booming from within its finely sculpted halls and courtyards, all constructed with bleeding-edge technology on par with that of the Oktavian State's but with a much better eye for aesthetics. Connie wanders through the complex with a half-dazed, half-excited expression, admiring the various demonstrations of the Knights' abilities and gadgets. The most accessible one, however, is that of the gunblade exhibition.

After some pleading, one of the kinder demonstrators finally relents, kneeling beside Connie as he carefully calibrates his gunblade in a dazzling series of lightning-fast hand movements. "Alright. Here you go." He gently gives his precious weapon to Connie, smiling gently. "It's set to fire six bullets for a guest user, so there shouldn't be any trouble. Still, I should probably show you the ropes for the first few rounds."

"Yes, sir!" Connie says.

"Now, follow my instructions exactly." As more skeet is loaded into the cannon, he tells Connie on how to use the firearm, hands guiding hers. "Okay. Fore!" he shouts, and the skeet launches from the cannon and into the sky. Before he can give the order for Connie to shoot, her fingers squeeze the trigger, clipping the side of the clay disc and disintegrating it with the bullet's force.

He gives her an appraising look as Connie's eyes gleam. "...you said you wanted to join the guild, right?" After the barrel is emptied, and four out of the six discs are obliterated by gunblade, he gives Connie directions to the initiation hall, and she whoops with delight as she runs full-tilt towards her second asterisk.

((Feel free to thread Connie at any point of this prompt: during her initial exploration of the guild hall, her first experience with a gunblade, and her mad dash towards her second Job.))

And You May Find Yourself Behind the Wheel of a Large Automobile
Barely a second after the guildmaster finishes his initiation speech, Connie's hand snaps out towards the floating asterisk, smile almost crazed as a bachelor's degree's worth of engineering and runic studies pour into her brain. And, most importantly, Connie feels some of her old training return. Not all of them, not by a long shot, but the rest would come with training. Grabbing the starting gunblade from the hands of one of the ceremony's officiators and yelling many emphatic thanks, Connie runs towards the armory, jumping for joy and whooping as she goes to collect her guild-issued armor.

ON THE ~~TRAIN~~ AIRSHIP TO ~~BANGKOK~~ THE CURTI CENTER
"Ki-ya!" Connie yells on the deck of the airship, cleaving through some imaginary foe on the least crowded part of the airship's deck. For the past few days, she's done nothing but train day and night with her gunblade and armor, going through the dozens of sword forms she learned under Pearl with visible joy at finally regaining her sword skills. Rather than be disconcerted at any looks she might be given, Connie basks in the attention for a change, doing her best to show off her abilities to any curious onlookers.

He thought that he had recognized the girl in the crowd. As much as Lelouch should be surprised to see her here, he isn't. Someone that actively seeking knowledge and scribbling furious notes coupled with the fact she had said something about finding comfort in it such habits just sort of jives more with this Job. In fact, the girl is still taking notes. Amusing, but...

Lelouch reaches over and takes the note book out of her hands. Before Connie can say anything he presses a finger to his lips. Wouldn't want to disturb the lecture by talking, right? is exactly what he seems to be saying with the gesture.

Connie weighs the benefits of trying to wrest her notebook out of Lelouch's hands against the risks. On the one hand, it was incredibly annoying to have all of her hard work taken out of her hands just like that. On the other, causing a scene just wouldn't do. She needed to be as mature as possible in this situation if she wanted to get an asterisk. And anyways, while she may not have an eidetic memory, she still had a very good retention rate.

So she just sighs, rolls her eyes emphatically at Lelouch, and focuses on committing the rest of the lecture to memory. She could always write down the details later.

Connie shouldn't worry about it. There is a lesson in this. Most of this lecture isn't really all that difficult to grasp. For a teen that had figured out the nuances of his Geass through experimentation alone all of this seems rather basic.

"You can write all the notes you want, but they are useless when it comes to practical application," he explains when the lecture winds down. "You're not going to have time to look them over in the middle of a battle when lives are on the line."

In other words theories are good and plans are excellent, but theories might not pan out. Plans never go the way one might expect.

That wasn't anything Connie didn't already know, of course. But the fact that Lelouch had decided to remind her of it was touching, in its own weird way. If also a touch condescending. "'No plan survives first contact with the enemy.'" "Connie, I'm sorry!" rang Steven's voice in her mind.

"...or even your allies," Connie admits. "Trust me, I learned that lesson the hard way. Still, my teacher was only just starting to teach tactics to me when I woke up on the ship. I was putting all that down so I can memorize and modify the principles for future use whenever they'd be applicable. Plans may be thwarted, but having more tools at your disposal when improvisation is called for never hurts. I'm also not all that familiar with magic, so I decided to write down the incantations and gestures for in-depth analysis later."

"Unless you know your enemy," he replies in kind. "And allies."

His plan had been on a rather grand scale. Many things could have gone awry, but they didn't. Lelouch had known his family and what actions they would take well. On the other side, he had known full well what his own allies had been capable of. The only misstep had been Nunnally. In the end, even that hadn't been enough to stop him.

"If you're already thinking ahead then about half of these notes aren't really of any use. There is such a thing as too much information. There are times where having more 'tools' is a flaw and not a strength."

There has to be a balance of instinct, trust in others, a willingness to do what must be done, and knowledge. Most of that can't be learned by listening to someone who is up there talking it up instead of being realistic. He hands back the notebook anyway. Lelouch doesn't have any intention to keep it.

"What incantations you're missing I can fill in and whatever they have to teach you about tactics, I can do better."

Connie appraises Lelouch, eyebrow raised. Her certainly seemed to know what he was talking about, but there was a hint of arrogance in his voice. Then again, arrogance can very well come from a place of true superiority, as insufferable as it could be. And Connie would be the first to admit that she still had a lot to learn. If Lelouch was offering to be her teacher, who would she be to refuse. Still, Connie needed more information before she felt comfortable committing.

"...alright. I'm listening. But before I agree, I need to know: what exactly did you accomplish on your home world to make you such an expert? And how? You don't need to go into details, but you have to convince me that you're the master strategist and tactician that you claim to be before I become your pupil, Lelouch. I can only learn if you have some worthwhile things to teach, after all."

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Connie isn't wrong to think Lelouch sounds arrogant. He does. Lelouch doesn't see it but that's how it goes with those with that personality flaw. There are times where he plays it up, but right now isn't one of those moments. However, the question is a difficult one to answer. Lelouch could just tell the truth, but ha. Like he's going to do something like that.

"Military adviser," he decides to answer. "Though my greatest achievement would be defeating my eldest living brother. I prerecorded a conversation and fooled him into believing I was speaking to him in real time. He didn't even realize it until I came up behind him."

Both are true, to a degree. Connie doesn't need to know the particulars. Lelouch is a terrorist. A cruel man who plays with peoples' lives and lies to everyone around him. He had been a military adviser under Charles' Geass. It had been short-lived, as Lelouch had managed to find himself again. The victory against Schneizel also had been a battle for the world. Lelouch had won everything.

Now that was impressive. The kind of preparation, manipulation, intuition, and knowledge required for that kind of ploy was staggering, not to mention the sheer guts you'd have to have in order to even attempt such an insane scheme. Perhaps Lelouch really could teach Connie his ways. Of course, his motives were suspect--why would he even decide to teach some random, young nerd that he crossed paths with once at the Curti Center?--but Connie would just need to remember to keep an eye out.

Connie nods and extends her hand. "Color me impressed. You've convinced me, Lelouch. It'll be a... pleasure to learn under you."

[ Hunk's combat reflexes kicked in as he heard the yelling, because why are people yelling combat noises on a flying craft? Are they under attack? A scream, a shout catches in his throat, fighting to break free when-

It's just a kid with a sword. And some armor. That's a lot for her to be carrying- is her back okay? He can't just let her hurt herself... or unnerve any other passengers. So he walks over! ]

Hey, so uh... I think child soldiers fell out of style a long time ago. [ Bad joke, and he knows it, but she's going so hard it's making him a little uncomfortable. So let's cut the tension with humor. ]

Connie had never really thought about her... situation in that way. Sure, she was thirteen, and sure, she fought monsters and occasionally beings that could be loosely defined as gods due to most mythologies having a basis in the Gem War, but she never really thought of herself as a child soldier. Soldier, maybe. Knight, definitely. But her age never really factored into it.

Truthfully, the comparison of Connie to a child addled on drugs and charging at enemy lines with nothing but an outdated AR and a club rankled her. She continues running through her form, carefully stepping around Hunk. "My age doesn't matter. The people I can protect with my skills do. If I can fight to defend the defenseless, I have a duty to," she says, curt.

Hunk just stares at the girl as she gives him lines that sound straight out of a bad anime. Between the armor and the sword and, well, that, he can't help but cringe. But Hunk is a man of deliberate action, of caution, and of reason, so he lets out a confident chuckle as the reply flows from his lips.

"I'm saying relax. Be a kid while you still can!" Hunk side-eyes her. "Plus, how old are you? Is your body even strong enough to do anything with that sword? Or are you going to train so hard that you're too tired to take on the first baddie you find?" And then he sighs condescendingly, because no kid should be this serious!

There are very few things that can make Connie angry. Most of the social interactions that would raise the ire of other people would make Connie collapse like wet paper under the weight of anxiety. However, years under the thumb of a tyrannical-but-ultimately-well-meaning mother have given Connie a special distaste for those assuming that she was helpless, especially ever since she actually learned how to fight.

Still, though. Hunk obviously meant well. Truthfully, Connie wasn't certain that if she looked at what she was doing from an outside perspective, she wouldn't be ever so slightly concerned as well. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to snap at him. She sighs and stops her form. "Look, duty and knightly codes and stuff aside, this is fun for me! It helps me get my mind off... things. Clears my head. Anyways, you may not believe me, but I have fought real battles before, with a sword much bigger than this one. And won them."

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Hunk stares at her, the condescension fading into pitying compassion as she explains herself. Focusing on combat, of all things, to get her mind off... whatever else she's dealing with. Reminded him of himself, using humor to get his mind off of, well, combat. He smiles a faint, warm smile, before rolling his eyes.

"Are those battles what you're trying to get your mind off of? Or is it something else?" He sees no need to acknowledge the elephant in the room, that they were ripped from their homes and thrown into this land of chocobos and crystals. He's still trying to get his mind off that, himself.

There were plenty of things at that very particular moment that Connie didn't want to be thinking about, least among them how obsessively training was probably an unhealthy coping mechanism. Speaking of, she slides back into her form and says, "Something else. Definitely something else. Lots of something elses, really.

"Okay. So, imagine, hypothetically, that several thousand years ago your planet went through a war devastating enough to create a whole new ocean where the top half of a continent should be, in addition to other various geographical alterations that I'm just learning about by interacting with other parallel earthlings. The good guys one the war, but just barely, and there are only, like... six or seven, depending on your point of view, good guys even left.

"That's while the bad guys are still going about their business conquering the rest of the known universe and only pulled back because they needed as many troops off planet as possible before pulling the trigger on a gun that turned a bunch of former aliens, including most of the goody guys and a bunch of their people, into crazy monsters. If the dangers of free thought weren't spreading and threatening to cause empirewide revolution, they probably would've stayed longer and won.

"Anyways, now flash forward to the present day, and your incredibly stupid best friend decides to turn himself in to the bad guys who were, for all intents and purposes, just there for some innocent human abduction and not actually wanting to start something with Earth, for war crimes he didn't commit to save you and a few other people in a situation that with just a little bit more effort and creative thinking you could've worked together to get out of. He then escapes, but thanks to a wacky case of mistaken identities that he used to get captured in the first place he makes the leaders of the empire think that their ages-old enemy who they personally have a burning, fiery hatred for is still alive on Earth.

"When he gets back, you get into a big fight with him over how stupid he was, storm off with his magical pet lion, and don't see him again period before arriving here. So at any moment, your planet could be under siege or worse and there's nothing you could possibly do about it while your family and friends get caught in the highly potential crossfire!

Throughout her rant, Connie had been gradually picking up both the intensity of her voice and her form, until she ends up shouting the last part and almost sinks her gunblade into the deck of the ship. She blinks, then blushes, embarrassed. "S-Sorry. I wish I could say I've been meaning to get that off my chest, but I've tried multiple times and it always seems to crawl back onto there."

Hunk just nods, letting out the occasional "uh-huh" here and there. He's not exactly unaware of the anxiety-fueled rant himself, so he lets her talk, then eventually shout, all while just taking mental notes. Poor kid.

"It's fine, that sounds like a lot." Hunk giggles and rolls his eyes at her apology, but that smile is still there. He sees she's stressed, and figures the best way to make her feel better about it is to match her. "Hold on, let's see how much of this sounds familiar to you." He takes a deep breath in, deep breath out. Deep breath in...

"Ten thousand years ago, an war between ancient aliens sent an all-powerful spaceship into the reaches of an Earthen desert. Everything was fine, until we started exploring space- a mission out to Pluto ran into unidentified crafts and was never heard from again.

A year later, me and my two best friends are on a roof talking about weird radio signals, and then an alien ship crashes into the Earth nearby! My stupid friends drag me along as they cross the Galaxy Garrison to retrieve the pilot from that Pluto mission and we barely evade our pursuers.

We catch our breath long enough to find that ancient spacecraft I mentioned, and it auto-pilots halfway across the universe, where we get thrown into an ancient intergalactic war against a ten-thousand year old dictatorial Emperor and his regime of purple cat-people and crazy robots.

Sure, it looks like we won, but things don't look like they'll stay that way because they never do. I don't know how long it's been since I saw my family, and now that I'm here, my family and friends might never see me again! And they need me for our ships to combine, and it's hard to form Voltron, Defender of the Universe without one of the pilots. We've been there, and it's bad."

Hunk's tone, though elevated, is more even and controlled level than Connie's. He's had experience with venting too. But, given how much he just said, he's gasping for air, just a bit, but he's choking out a few raspy chuckles.

"If you wanna talk about weird fights with your friends and magical lions, I gotcha there, too." And then Hunk shrugs. Apparently their worlds are pretty similar.

"The name's Hunk, by the way. I'm a Paladin of Voltron." And then he offers a hand for a handshake, toothy grin impossible to miss. Hunk tries to keep his posture formal but it's difficult because he... kind of towers over this girl, and he's still hyperventilating. But he's trying so hard.

That... certainly sounded like a lot. Connie had been on quite a few adventures, but no quest that she had taken part of had ever been on the mind-boggling level that Hunk's was. It made her fight with Hessonite and the Prism Emperor in Earth orbit seem downright tame by comparison.

Connie takes Hunk's hand and shakes it vigorously. "Wow. Um, I can't say I've ever done anything that crazy, but I can definitely relate to that feeling." She giggles. "Maybe we should start a support group for people who ended up being yanked from their home universes while in the middle of fighting some big, scary threat. I'm getting the feeling it's a pretty common thing."

"Why make a support group when you can just support people when they need it?" He shrugs, and lets himself laugh. "Then they don't have to wait until the next time people are all in the same room!"

But Hunk doesn't let her off the hook that easily. In fact, he still hasn't let go of her hand! "What you can say is your name." He grins, very much amused with the intensity of the handshake. "That'd make this whole conversation a lot easier."

"O-Oh!" Now Connie just felt stupid. Introductions were essential to a functioning social interaction. "Sorry. Got kinda... caught up in the conversation there. Um, Connie Maheswaran. That's my name. It's nice to meet you... Hunk? That's a pretty interesting, um, nickname." If it wasn't a nickname, Connie pitied Hunk for the parents he must've had.

"Yeah, I like it. Nice to meet you, Connie." Hunk doesn't let her dwell on forgetting to introduce herself, of course. He's been in that sort of situation before, and the best way around it is to distract.

"So how'd you end up using an even bigger sword back home? That doesn't seem like the sort of thing you can just buy." Unless her Earth was really weird. Apparently her Earth was a lot different from his and... apparently a lot of other people's?

"Now that's kind of a long story." A very long story, if Connie wanted to go into details, but she got the feeling she'd already confused Hunk enough for one day.

"So, you know that magic lion I mentioned earlier? A little while after I met Steven, a movie that we both really wanted to see came out, but the theater was too far away for us to walk there, and we didn't have a ride. Steven then introduced me to Lion--yes, that's actually his name, don't question it--so we could ride him there.

"Turns out that the lion could both walk on water and teleport, so, um. That was a thing that happened. We ended up in this weird, secret rebel armory. After messing around a little bit, we activated this... drone? Training robot? I think? And ended up running, or, erm, warping away to the actual movie theater.

"The robot followed us through the warp tunnel, though, and tore up the scenery a little bit--I had ash and pieces of rubble stuck in my hair for days afterwards--before Lion started glowing, and Steven drew this massive sword belonging to his mom out of his mane. It was... kinda like tennis after that, actually, which was good because I'm actually pretty good at tennis. We reflected its weird energy balls back into its mouth thing.

"Did that make any sense at all?"

"Yeah, it made sense." Though Hunk kind of wished it didn't, so he could gloss over everything instead of lining up his questions. But as those thoughts came together, he decided to counter.

"My Lion, I call him Yellow. He's awesome, and can materialize armor, giant metal claws, and a shoulder-mounted laser cannon out of thin air. And he can't teleport," though Hunk found himself thrilled at the notion, "but he can use wormholes and fly fast enough to break orbit!"

He didn't feel the need to say that pulling a sword out of a lion's mane didn't sound that odd by comparison. Now that his Lion-based riposte was complete, he veered into his questions.

"Did tennis transfer over to swordplay? Why didn't anyone else try to do something about this robot, like a cop? And if you pulled the sword out of the lion, then is it a lion or a sheath?"

Connie's eyes begin shining when Hunk begins describing his own magic lion. Yellow sounded cool. No, not cool, amazing. No, no, no, fantastic. If Lion had actually been with her at that moment and Steven didn't let slip that he probably got his powers by being zombified by Rose, she would've been tempted to test for more hidden powers of the feline.

"Well, um, the Armory was pretty far away from any civilization. Like, at all," Connie explains. "It's apparently a few hours trek away from the nearest warp pad, too, which is the... normal, non-Lion means of transport for the Crystal Gems, and once we got to the movie theater, the robot only blew things up for a few minutes before we got things under control.

"As for the sheath question, well, it's more like... hm. The sword has an actual sheath, there was actually some big drama about that when they found it, but..." Connie struggles to come up with an analogy for Lion's mane, "Do you know what a bag of holding is? Lion's mane is a prettier version of that. Steven even keeps his bike in there."

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Hunk gasps, and quite loudly at that, at the mention of a bag of holding. Forget the Armory's isolation, there's bigger topic-fish to fry, and this Paladin is grinning ear to ear.

"Wait wait wait, your world had successful teleportation of organic matter and pocket dimensional spaces?" Some of the goofiness in his demeanor has faded away by this point, and one of Hunk's hands reaches back into his backpack, rooting around awkwardly.

"Do... you know how it worked? Or are they ancient secrets, lost to time?"

Connie definitely wasn't the expert on this, but at least she had some theories. "Well, as far as I can tell the Warp sends you into an extradimensional space that compresses distance by a fair amount," she explains. "The column is mostly there to keep you from being frozen, since it's basically just void outside of the blue light. As for the extradimensional spaces... I honestly have no clue. Physics and logic probably just threw in the towel as soon as magical tears started resurrecting people and turning them pink."

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I'm assuming that they exchanged names at some point in the Curti Center thread

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plot dumps are so exhausting I'm so sorry hahahahaha

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Probably end the thread here? Sorry, need to start focusing on OUaD

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