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"...Yes? What is it?


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look. chips. i love you. i am sorry

[makoglow]

[ sometimes you can't say no to people. one of the people Cloud can't say no to is Aerith. so when she sends him a video, he has to do spread it. some of his friends? he feels bad for.

then there are other people... that he wants to suffer with him. so enjoy ]

why would you do this to him, a crusty boomer

[emet_sulk]

...

[ Safe to say that he does not understand why he's being sent this. ]

What is this about? Is there a gnome infestation now?

he is at the mercy of a pretty face

[makoglow]

Don't... Worry about it. I didn't have much of a choice.

[ He's weak to a particular girl and kids ]

text; id: ramuhs

[ramuhs]

Emet-selch, this is Cid.

I had taken on a little project for someone, and I wonder if it could be of use to you. It's a heat sink, and I imagine you might already know what it is, but while I've managed the original one fine, I've also tried to take it further. The one I've made is capable of not only dispersing the heat but also collect and recycle it to be used as energy through other components.

Still a bit of a work in progress, and thought you could take a look, see what you think.

[emet_sulk]

A heat sink, hmm? That would be quite useful if we're pushing this world into the automated age.

Let me know the time and place and I shall see if I can be there.

[ramuhs]

I'll be around my workshop for a while due to some other projects I'm having tested, so you should be able to drop by at any time during these hours.

[Insert time schedule and directions to his workshop here. Even if Emet-Selch has been there before, doesn't hurt to have it just in case!]

Sometime during Winterstide

[astudyinviolet]

[ A neatly wrapped package with Emet-Selch's name on it is left at his residence. There isn't any name to hint who it was from as if the sender didn't want to pressure him into feeling he needed to give a gift in return.

Inside is a book on some nonfiction topic that hopefully Emet-Selch will find interesting. ]

Christmas Gift (she's fine...she's fine! totally not crushing on him anymore! nope!)

[lucky_e]

To Emet-Selch,

I hope this gift finds you well! Please accept it and my warm wishes for this holiday season.

Happy Holidays,

Santa Claus

[Inside he gets a box of homemade, chocolate chip cookies, tea, and a history book.

...No the letter is definitely not shorter than the rest, no she was not embarrassed at all while writing it or dropping the gift off. Nope! She's Santa after all! Yep...]

A Winterstide Gift!

[apothecarry]

[Inside a box wrapped in yellow paper, Emet-Selch will find several sachets of tea. They're different blends, but they all share the same base scent. There's also a note!

I've been working on things I thought might help someone sleep without dreaming. If you're willing to give them a try, and let me know which ones worked best, I can work on those further, too. I hope at least one of them does the trick for you! -Alfyn]

text; un: headhunt

[headhunt]

hey!

are you the old guy with the two-toned hair?
cuz i think you might be who i'm looking for

[emet_sulk]

[ 'Old guy with the two-toned hair'... ]

I may be. You have business related to the Adamantine Forge? Or a personal request for a mage?

[headhunt]

probably a little of both!

i've got something of an odd item that i'm trying to repair. it's delicate but tough. the infernal fire inside burns hotter than most of the hells. too hot for a regular forge or smith.

and too hot for itself.

it's called an infernal engine. have you ever heard of anything like that?

text; un: noah

[afflatusexarch]

[ Do not tease him too much for this... ]

I require your assistance for a. Ah. Personal matter.

[emet_sulk]

[ Well, well, well now, Exarch... ]

Oh yes? And what might be so personal that you would come to me, your former mortal enemy, for assistance?

[afflatusexarch]

I've made a promise with Zack after the nonsense with these insignias pass.

To keep it, I would have need of your abilities, but I dare not ask you to do it for me.

Despite what differences that you and I have, you have assisted Joshua and continue to help others here. Thus I do not feel as though it is a blow to my pride to ask.

Action; some time after the turtle business

[weenwoon]

also after a shower for both of them let's be real

"So, this is the fabled 'tattoo' parlour?"

Hythlodaeus looks up at the building in front of them. Truth be told, a part of him doesn't want to get his magic back - how else is he going to mooch off Solus's own abilities? He'd be expected to do things on his own! But at the same time, he does miss his aethersight already; what would this world look like with it?

"Oh, but they will expect me to give them a design..." He muses out loud. "Naught comes to mind. Have you any suggestions, Solus?"

In other circumstances, this would look like a regular request for help, but 'Solus' can probably recognize the responsibility-shirking.

[emet_sulk]

Upon finally reaching Eltrut after that smelly detour, Emet-Selch - still posing as 'Solus' - had been cajoled into giving Hythlodaeus the introductory tour. Not that it had taken much persuasion. Originally he had planned to let his friend wander off and 'surprise' them later once they had regained their soulsight, but this was fine too.

Now they stand outside the tattoo parlour. The 'final stop', so to speak. Solus shrugs and crosses his arms.

"They have a folio of designs if you cannot decide. Get an animal you like or something. It doesn't matter - you will have to change it every moon anyway."

text; when he finds out about Nico's father but before the truth is out

[weenwoon]

Hades, you never told me!

(There is no explanation as to what, exactly, Hades didn't tell him.)

[emet_sulk]

Never told you what?

[ ??? ]

text; un: haveaflare

[haveaflare]

[It's a text, yes, but it's written like a formal letter.]

Master Emet-Selch,

Tales of the aide you have provided others who hail from my star have not fallen on deaf ears. I have heard these tales from many sources, of your alliance and the quelling of Ultima, from several and I would be remiss not to thank you for your assistance. I can only imagine the losses we would have suffered had you not lent your aid to our cause.

You have my thanks.

Yours in gratitude,

Dion Lesage

[emet_sulk]

[ What an incredibly formal and touching message. It reminds him of Joshua... ]

'Emet-Selch' serves as title enough. No need for 'master', ser.

You heap much praise upon me but I consider myself duty-bound to use my power in service to others. If I had ignored Joshua's plight then I would truly be a villain.

[ He will never tell them that the incident had left him with a lingering blemish on his skin, mostly unnoticeable now with how he had worked on it in the days following. It is a similar blemish to that which happens to a Dominant who reaches the end of their life. ]

[weenwoon]

((Continued from here -v-))

Hythlodaeus is at least tactful enough to give Hades some space after their exchange on the network, busying himself for a few hours. When the sun is near the horizon, though, and Hades has still not come out from the workshop, Hythlodaeus takes it upon himself to sneak in instead. Not empty-handed, though: he comes bearing a tray with two cups of tea, some sweets (as a quick way to get that blood sugar up), a small bowl of mixed nuts and the pinnacle of creation: A Sandwich (With Salmon).

A soft knock on the door with a few seconds' pause afterwards is all the warning Hades receives of his sudden visitor before Hythlodaeus slides in.

"How is the work going, Hades?"

[emet_sulk]

He's hunched over a chunk of crystal when Hythlodaeus enters, frowning at it with the deep concentration of a man trying to plumb its secrets. He doesn't even glance up at the interruption - merely grunts before setting the crystal down and pulling over a half-finished ceramic base.

"I've half a mind to introduce cermet to this world. Then I could reduce the amount of metal the Forge consumes."

hope this works!

[hellofishies]

[ A considerable amount of Arkady's free time happened to be spent at the docks. There's a number of different reasons for her lingering there, but ultimately they all lead to the same route: it reminds her of home and sometimes people just want to wallow.

She's some people.

Still, it's not like she keeps herself completely cut off when she sits on the docks and watches the ships leave and come in. She does venture off for closer exploration when something catches her eyes. Today that's a ship with what appears to be plants on it. Now that's something that pings her curiosity enough to teleport herself closer to the ship.

Not enough to board it without permission! At least she's more polite than that. But she is curiously walking near it. ]

thumbs up!

[emet_sulk]

[ The Phantom Moon docks smoothly. A routine trip, a routine tie-off, and a routine offloading of goods acquired for trade. The floating garden attached to the back of the ship garners attention as usual from those who do not frequent the docks. However, a sailor and a moogle stand guard by the rails to ensure no-one tries to sneak their way on to stickybeak.

Emet-Selch, after overseeing the docking procedures, follows the rest of the crew down and dismisses them for the day. A few remain to watch over the ship and they'll rotate for as long as they're docked.

He casts a glance around and notices a familiar face gazing at the Phantom Moon. He decides to saunter over. ]

Hello again. Is this the first time you've seen our crew's vessel?