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fortunefail) wrote2013-06-11 12:44 pm
fortunefail) wrote2013-06-11 12:44 pm
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- 93 [Action]
[For a long time, the Battle Dome had never truly caught Yuan's interest. That is, until a few weeks ago, when Luke Skywalker had used it to create a flight simulation for crafts from his own world. That's when Yuan had realized just how much potential the Battle Dome truly has.
Choosing an environment had been tricky. While he'd been determined to recreate something from his own world, most locations left a bitter taste in his mouth. The holy ground of Kharlan, the forest of the elves, the Asgard region... There wasn't much land that wouldn't make him restless just from seeing it, let alone walking across it. What he needed was something that would calm him and finally, he'd settled on the floating city of Exire, haven for all those with elven blood. Exire as it'd been back in its prime, the houses in an untarnished state and welcoming, with colorful gardens out front. The time when the paved roads were not yet covered with moss and Maxwell's altar was adorned with offerings.
It was one of the few feats the Kharlan Heroes accomplished that he was actually still proud of, even with the way the city had decayed over time.
With no villagers programmed into the setting, the city is peaceful. The only sound to be heard is the wind rustling through the treetops as the interlinked islands travel over endless ocean. Yuan hadn't bothered to lock the simulation- he doesn't see why he should. If someone were to venture inside, they'll find him in the village square, tinkering with a Rheaird. It was recreated in perfect detail from the blueprints he'd drawn from memory a few years ago and updated whenever he'd requested a Rheaird during drafts. He doesn't need the Rheaird for flying purposes, he just wanted something to keep himself busy with. To take something apart that's magitechnology, not the electronics that can be found in Luceti's shops. Noishe, the large white and green Arshis, is dashing cheerfully between the islands. Yuan had figured that he shouldn't be the only one to enjoy the familiar sights and while the Battle Dome had intimidated Noishe at first, that anxiety had changed to excitement the moment the simulation started.
After so many years, there's little point in denying the fact that Yuan's homesick. Or rather, sick of Luceti, but there's hardly a difference between the two.]
Choosing an environment had been tricky. While he'd been determined to recreate something from his own world, most locations left a bitter taste in his mouth. The holy ground of Kharlan, the forest of the elves, the Asgard region... There wasn't much land that wouldn't make him restless just from seeing it, let alone walking across it. What he needed was something that would calm him and finally, he'd settled on the floating city of Exire, haven for all those with elven blood. Exire as it'd been back in its prime, the houses in an untarnished state and welcoming, with colorful gardens out front. The time when the paved roads were not yet covered with moss and Maxwell's altar was adorned with offerings.
It was one of the few feats the Kharlan Heroes accomplished that he was actually still proud of, even with the way the city had decayed over time.
With no villagers programmed into the setting, the city is peaceful. The only sound to be heard is the wind rustling through the treetops as the interlinked islands travel over endless ocean. Yuan hadn't bothered to lock the simulation- he doesn't see why he should. If someone were to venture inside, they'll find him in the village square, tinkering with a Rheaird. It was recreated in perfect detail from the blueprints he'd drawn from memory a few years ago and updated whenever he'd requested a Rheaird during drafts. He doesn't need the Rheaird for flying purposes, he just wanted something to keep himself busy with. To take something apart that's magitechnology, not the electronics that can be found in Luceti's shops. Noishe, the large white and green Arshis, is dashing cheerfully between the islands. Yuan had figured that he shouldn't be the only one to enjoy the familiar sights and while the Battle Dome had intimidated Noishe at first, that anxiety had changed to excitement the moment the simulation started.
After so many years, there's little point in denying the fact that Yuan's homesick. Or rather, sick of Luceti, but there's hardly a difference between the two.]
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Noishe! Get back here, you mutt!
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Aah! Don't let him near me, I just washed this skirt! [she starts backing up, not sure where to, but...]
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... Are you all right?
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Noishe is not a dog, nor is he mine. It's not my responsibility to teach him manners.
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[Okay, he might sort of have a point there but that doesn't excuse what just happened!]
It should be, if you're the one taking care of him.
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Why are you getting so defensive if he's not even yours? All I said was he shouldn't be running around knocking people over!
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He wasn't knocking anyone over. He barely even grazed you.
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[By now, Noishe's stopped running and turned to watch the two from a distance, the spare part still clamped securely between his jaws.]
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