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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Aug 25, 2017 12:03:04 GMT -6
Leaving a legacy... Nayru wasn't entirely certain what to make of that. Oh, it wasn't like she had never considered the concept before. Given her own history, she did kinda want to leave the world a better place than she had found it. But the idea of... leaving a legacy for its own sake, as proof that you had lived, was a bit alien to her, and her hesitation in responding mingled with the furrowed brow betrayed that fact as the dragon tried to reason out a response. After all, her species didn't die from old age. They didn't really die from illness, either, outside of rare, almost always unnatural causes. They certainly weren't immune to dying, but in her thoughts dying had for much of her life been closer to a welcome escape than a tragedy to be avoided. Something she still couldn't think about very well.
There was also the little bit of her that suspected that at least a little bit of Gar WAS in it just for the treasure. People didn't get to be that dedicated to something purely out of the goodness of their hearts, in her opinion. Not even her search for knowledge or Remus's helping people. Part of her own deal, she had long since realized, was a love of knowledge for its own sake; it was nice that she could help people with it but much of it was just for her own gratification. And while Remus was a genuinely good person, she suspected that there were more personal traits to his origins than solely 'I want to help everyone ever for no reason.
At the same time, though, she could at least understand the ideal of connecting with your predecessors that Gar spoke of. And, of course, the adventuring aspect, which drew a shameless grin from the seated dragon. "I guess I'm kinda that way with knowledge. I just love exploring old ruins and forgotten civilizations. Realizing the sheer depth of the river... eh, ocean, of history. Just how many people have gone before us. How many stories there are out there. How many left their life's work behind from old age, strife, choices..." She leaned back, staring up into the sky. "There's probably a hell of a lot of forgotten treasure too, people who didn't leave hints and clues. Who thought they'd be coming back to it soon, but... didn't."
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Post by Gar on Sept 1, 2017 23:02:30 GMT -6
Gar understood. There was more overlap in their motivations than the berserker would have expected. They both wanted to carry the torch so to speak. Gar wanted to make certain the sailors and pirates before him were remembered and recognized. It seemed that Nayru operated on a grander scale. But that would be expected of dragons.
“Hahar. Ocean of history. I like that.” Gar was easily entertained when someone decided to make a comparison such as that. Nayru continued to speak, while leaning back and examining the sky. Gar tilted his head and looked upward as well for a moment. From what he could see there was nothing of note. He briefly wondered if she could see something he couldn’t. She spoke on the ones who had left their treasure behind.
“Forgotten treasure.” Gar rubbed his hand against the scruff on his chin. He speculated upon the prospect for some time. “Aye. It has to be out there." Someone, probably someone strong was wiped off the map, without a trace. But this led Gar down a train of thought that he had been avoiding.
"What concerns me is the question of why they disappeared. What could take a person and their crew out so quickly? Clearly something strong." Gar decided to cut through the chase. He had a question on his mind and decided to ask it. "When we met, and saw the damage caused by that Cyclops, you questioned what we were up against. 'Worst case scenario maybe an Arum or dragon'. I'm pretty sure dragons are real at this point. So what is an Arum?" Something that could even be mentioned in the same breath as a dragon meant it had to be strong. But there was likely more to it than that.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Nov 13, 2017 5:30:39 GMT -6
"Huh." Nayru looked at Gar blankly for a moment in response to his comment about her wording, realizing after a moment what he had meant. Actually... that DID sound pretty cool, when she thought about it. Like something that someone who was good with words and really smart, AKA not her, would come up with. "...I gotta remember that one," the dragon finished the thought with a giggle at her own genius. Why wouldn't she be that eloquent when she tried, anyways?
Why they disappeared... that was the cutting question of the day, wasn't it? There were so many reasons for people to just never come back, and, well, most of them weren't really good for anyone involved. Monsters, demons, dragons, Arum, bandits, soldiers, assassins, illness, poison, age... the longer the list went, the more depressing it became. Nayru wasn't the greatest loremaster in all history - she hadn't even been alive for most of the stuff that really ancient dragons, the kind that would blow Gar's socks off if he ever met a REAL dragon elder, could talk about from personal experience. She didn't even know how old Erim was; the ancient dragoness spoke of history as though she had been there for all of it. Maybe from the beginning. There had been rumors that Erim had been the first of the dragons - something she denied with a smile - but the mysterious elder didn't seem as concerned about the idea of being the oldest dragon left.
"...You know, it's funny." Nayru said it in a tone of voice that wasn't actually particularly humorous at all, more a little wondering, almost questioning, thinking as she spoke a welcome departure from the usual. "The oldest dragons I know... the difference between their ages and mine is dozens of times greater than that between yours and mine." This wasn't the first time she'd thought of that, OBVIOUSLY, hard to live over 500 years and not think a single time about the difference in perspective, but it wasn't exactly often that she discussed age with humans from her real perspective. "Most of what I know of the Arum is the same as what I pass down to you, just bits and pieces of what I read and heard from those who actually experienced it."
But she hadn't JUST read about it, had she? She had met them, too. Fought them. Bled to them. The creature in Sacae, the sword-wielding maniac, he had fled from her power for reasons she did not understand given the strength he wielded. And the one in Bern. The guardian of that Nether-drenched lair. His might had been beyond anything she had ever witnessed, far beyond her own; an existence that made the chimera she had barely triumphed over look like a child's toy in comparison. It was certainly the strongest foe she had faced. But was it, he, the strongest of the Arum? She didn't know. Nayru was, for once, not entirely sure she wanted to know.
"...The Arum are beings of darkness, skulking in the shadows of history long before my time. I don't know where they came from or who they were, but they are returning to Elibe for reasons unknown, wielding the Nether as if it were their birthright. Slaughtering humans like cattle. Supposedly dragons once guarded the world from them, but... not many left now to play bodyguard. I've fought a few, but from what I hear there are more active... and perhaps more to come." She gave Gar a lopsided smile, not really sure what else to say about them, figuring he could ask whatever questions he had to direct further response. "The time may come you'll have to use that fancy new axe of yours on something a lot worse than a cyclops."
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Post by Gar on Nov 16, 2017 20:03:43 GMT -6
As Nayru mentioned the humorous concept of age differences, Gar made a face. It was his thinking face. He wasn’t bad with his numbers, but he wasn’t particularly great either. He tried to piece together how old that would make the oldest dragons. He mumbled some numbers to himself. Considering he didn’t know Nayru’s actual age, he couldn’t come up with a solid value, so he gave up with a shrug. “Oldest human I know is probably sixty or seventy. Hahar. They seem so wise. Like they have seen it all.”
Gar grunted and shook his head at the explanation of the Arum. Of course, they were creatures of darkness and Nether. They had to be, otherwise they wouldn’t be such a problem. That’s just how things went. Simply knowing this was almost enough for Gar to want to hunt them down. To wipe them off the face of Elibe as it was. June would likely be inclined to agree. Apparently, it wouldn’t be that simple though. They were strong. Comparable to dragon, strong. As Gar had seen up close now, that was damn strong.
Nayru's final comment made Gar shudder. The hairs rose on the back of his neck and his skin turned to goosebumps. The thought of facing another cyclops was already terrifying enough. That thing almost killed him, twice. If it weren’t for Mila and Nayru’s presence it would have been successful. Even with them there, Gar still came out of the fight with an arm in a sling and a number for broken ribs. Not to mention what was likely some type of concussion. Now he was supposed to consider fighting something worse.
It certainly made him pause to think. He thought about things as simply as he could. The Arum were bad. So, Gar should stop them. However, they were also insanely strong. So, Gar would probably die if he tried. He scratched his head. “Let’s hope they stay hidden. Or at least hope they stay far away. Seems like about all I can do about it for the time being.” Gar let out a sigh and looked at his feet.
“Arr, I’ll have to get back to training. With June’s form and powers changing, I’m going to have to get used to fighting with a new weapon. That’s after I heal up from these injuries. Then I’ll have to find and kill Black Bart… It’s all going to take some time.” Time that he hoped he would have. His eyes rose and he looked at Nayru. “Sorry, just thinking out loud. So much to do, so little time right? Hahar.”
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Nov 18, 2017 1:17:46 GMT -6
"I guess," Nayru returned at Gar's comment about wisdom, looking and sounding somewhat dubious at the prospect. That wasn't to say she had never met a wise human, nor a wide old human, but... her perspective was a little different. Athos alone was enough to skew the scales, and adding in dragons who were two, four, perhaps even ten thousand years old - if they were to be believed, anyways - made it hard to really take 70 as the age of wisdom.
She couldn't help but chuckle at Gar's hopes for the Arum to stay hidden, though. That cat was long since out of the bag. She knew better than most, on account of having her ass beaten like the redheaded stepchild of a rented pack mule by one. It was a nice thought, to be sure. She would be quite happy if the Arum fucked right off and never came back, that was for certain - though a small part of her twinged in protest at the idea of losing such opponents to test herself against. A thought less alien to her, now, than it would have once been. But it was not to be, she felt. Not after what Aerious had said. Not with what she knew. "You can hope, but I wouldn't put much stock in it. They and their monsters have already terrorized Sacae, Bern, Lycia... in a worst case scenario, that cyclops could even have been linked to one. Probably was, honestly, creatures that big don't just waltz out of the Nether casual as you please."
The dragon's chuckle was light, low, but not one held high by humor. It was dragged down by ugly truth and unhappy admission. There was a moment of silence before she continued. "Not many people could've done what you did though, Gar. Neither the strength to face that creature, nor the courage to even try." She looked away from him, her tone as serious as the Ending Winter, tinged by a hint of respect that certainly hadn't been there when she was crap talking him during their initial meeting, which she tried not to think too hard about. "...There might not be much time left. For any of us. Things are-" She broke off, trying to collect her thoughts, not wanting to say too much. There was still so much she didn't know, so many more pieces to the puzzle to figure out what was really happening. Who, or what, was pulling the strings. But what she DID know was pretty much universally bad. And if Aerious hadn't been talking out of his ass, if Erim's implications were real, if there were really things worse than the guardian of the crypt that had manhandled her like a f**k**g sack of lumpy potatoes... Elibe in general might not have much time left at all.
Nayru shook her head. She wasn't trying to be a negative nancy here. Or, uh, negative nayru, as the case may be. Elibe had survived the last few thousand years, it would probably survive this too. But she wasn't used to having any actual f**k**g responsibility for any of this, and quite frankly the idea still scared the crap out of her. "Man, I'm still trying to get used to the idea that it's gonna be dumb shits like you and me that might end up stuck saving the world. Elibe really is fucked." She giggled, leaning back, though it came out a little forced as she tried not to think about it all too hard. It was a LOT easier to dream of saving the world when she didn't know how much the job actually sucked... and realizing the consequences of failing at it.
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Post by Gar on Dec 1, 2017 22:31:46 GMT -6
The bad news kept coming and quickly got worse. When it rains it pours. Apparently, the Arum had been active in Sacae, Bern and Lycia. Gar had some loose connections to Sacae and Lycia, so this information was concerning. Gar’s parents were in southern Lycia and their former tribe, the Chaklai were situated on the Lycia- Bern border. These Arum could quickly become a personal problem indeed. Furthermore, if their presence can spawn atrocious creatures, then that’s another number of potential enemies to worry about.
If he had to, Gar would stand against any enemy. May that enemy be a pirate lord on the isles, a slaver at sea, a cyclops on a remote island or even an arum, anywhere. Deep down, the berserker knew this to be fact. He also knew this had a good chance be the death of him. When he boiled it down it was simple enough. If some Arum wanted to damage something that Gar wanted to remain undamaged, that Arum would have to get past Gar’s big axe.
The captain closed his eyes briefly and rubbed his temple. He typically wasn’t the type to stress over situations he couldn’t control, but this one was a doozy. “Yarr. I need a drink.” Gar opened his eyes as Nayru sung his praises about the previous fight. Gar tilted his head. He could’ve deflected the compliment, claiming the courage came from June’s old powers and the strength came from the new powers. However, that didn’t account for when he had torn the axe from the monster’s grip. For this reason, Gar accepted the compliment in his own way. “Hahar, I’m glad you noticed.” If the berserker wasn’t so sore, he likely would’ve jokingly flexed. He returned the compliment. “It was you who saved the day though. You won that fight, avenged my mates. You have my gratitude.”
That much was certainly true. Nayru’s performance in that fight blew Gar out of the water. And that wasn’t something that happened all that often. He was accustomed to being the strong one, the one who turned the tides of a fight. The captain could see more clearly now. He gained some perspective. There were still many beings that could make him look like a child with a toy axe. He had to imagine there were creatures stronger than Nayru as well. It was a sobering thought.
There are incredibly strong, corrupt baddies running around Elibe. They are only getting more active. To top it off, the fate of the continent could depend on Gar’s strength. At least there wasn’t any pressure. Even through these concerns, Gar managed a smile. “If it does come down to us, having you around would be heartening. I’d be happy fighting at your side again.” If he had to attempt to save the world, he couldn’t think of many people he would rather fail with. Nayru's thought was darkly humorous, which caused Gar to laugh along with her.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Dec 6, 2017 9:27:14 GMT -6
Nayru snorted at Gar's joke - she hoped - DID he deal with stress through alcohol? It seemed unhealthy to her but she wasn't exactly the world expert on dealing with stress in healthy ways so she kept her mouth sewed shut rather than giving voice to her hypocrisy. It was ironic, really, that in her newfound desire to help people she could so easily forget how much of a screwball she actually was - as centuries of failure had proven - and yet she still got her head stuffed with all these fool notions of telling people how to live their lives. For all she knew Gar had it together a lot better than her. And he was almost certainly responsible for a lot less dead innocents.
It did bother her a bit when he deflected her compliment, though. Sort of. He accepted it, then tried to offload the doing to her. She was grateful for the gratitude, to be sure. It was just how he minimized his own actions. Trivialized the courage that she could now see, that she hadn't at the time, that it had taken him to act at all in that fight. To attempt to avenge his men. "You avenged your men, Gar," she said, more serious as she tapped into what honest blunt charisma she could manage - which wasn't saying much, though at least the simplistic honesty was something she wore on her sleeve. "You did the impossible for them." A wry smile crept onto her lips as they twisted upward, the dragon regarding him with a hint of bemusement. "That was your story. I was just there to make sure it went as it should."
Was that true? She didn't, in all honesty, know. But she liked to think it was. That everyone was the protagonist in their own story. Hers and Gar's had crossed, and certainly it wasn't like she had done NOTHING, but he was the one who had accepted he was human - weak, vulnerable, powerless, even unarmed - and decided to go after the cyclops anyways. To avenge his mates. She had her reasons, to protect the people of Etruria, and he had had his. That they had aligned was just happy coincidence.
She hadn't been the only one fighting the chimera, after all. She had 'beaten' it, sure - but Veigue had saved her life when it took her unawares. And without Gar and Mila there to distract and damage the cyclops, it would have been a vastly more difficult fight for her, possible even lethal if she had underestimated it too much as she had initially. In the end they had worked together. As she had with Veigue, with Remus, with Shara, with so many others, human and dragon, by now.
It did feel nice to be appreciated, though, and Nayru was by no means immune to flattery - or gratitude, whichever you preferred. "I return the sentiment, Gar," she stated, holding her hand out for a firm shake and REALLY hoping that he wasn't going to leave her hanging awkwardly. "It was an honor to fight alongside you, and I hope the day comes that an opportunity arises to do it again. Elibe is in sore need of aid, and in the absence of people actually fit for the job, I guess it falls on us to do it for them."
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Post by Gar on Dec 10, 2017 20:04:11 GMT -6
Nayru stood firm with her claim that Gar was the victor of this fight. That he had avenged his men, he had beat the odds. The captain turned his head and looked out to sea. No matter how he looked at it, his crew followed him for a reason. Was it his willingness to attempt the impossible for them? It was a question that Gar had rarely thought of. The captain didn’t think of himself as a hero, but maybe his crew did. Gar didn’t qualify Nayru’s words this time. He accepted the praise.
Gar looked at Nayru’s extended hand. For some reason he was thrown off by it. He may have felt like their friendship was past a hearty handshake. However, when he thought about it, they had only known each other for about a day. Maybe more, maybe less, depending on how long Gar had slept. It just felt like they had been through a lot together. Nonetheless, Gar gripped Nayru’s hand with his and shook it firmly while wearing a smile. Those who wished for Dragonkind and Humankind to live in peace would’ve been proud to see the scene. Durban and the scouring heroes may have been upset by it. Regardless, to Gar it was a handshake with a newfound friend.
A friend that apparently might have to save the continent. Gar had a brief thought. Wasn’t protecting the mainland a job for all those kings and lords of the territories? There were plenty of places on the mainland continent that Gar didn’t particularly care about. But sure enough, there were a huge number of innocents that didn’t deserve to be slaughtered simply because their lords were too weak to defend them. So Nayru’s comment was true. The defense of the continent would fall upon the shoulders of the strong, whoever they were.
He smiled to himself. “Might want to work on that whole teamwork thing before we have to fight for the world though.” Gar chuckled. He would also have to work on his fighting. Namely, his decision making. But it has worked out thus far, so what was there to fix?
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Dec 20, 2017 4:59:02 GMT -6
"Ha... ha..." Nayru's smile froze into place, dying screaming like a babe beset by wolves and transforming into a wince as she processed Gar's uncomfortably accurate comment. Their initial plan of attack had been, well, uh, there hadn't been one really. She had wanted Gar to keep out of her way, he had wanted her to stay out of his, and Mila had been busy experiencing an epileptic fit, or whatever it was the mage had been doing lying on the ground convulsing. She wasn't JUDGING, much, if that was her thing then more power to her, Nayru just felt like there were career paths less likely to end in you being eaten alive while unconscious. Like knitting. Or Bael wrestling.
She snorted nonetheless, a small wave of bemusement striking. It was all kind of ridiculous when she thought about it, really. "Yeah. You're right. I've been getting a... crash course in that lately. Didn't, uh, didn't get a lot of practice beforehand, for-" she trailed off somewhat, searching for the right wording, that didn't sound too pathetic or aggressive, and took the path of least resistance anyways, "-obvious reasons." Nayru could only imagine how that would have gone over when aiding Vandolf, or her other past adventures. Before monsters roamed Elibe, when people could have actually focused and investigated rumors of a rogue dragon.
"Doesn't help I can't really, uh, talk when transformed," she added as almost an afterthought, though it was anything but as the dragon quickly realized. She had... never really thought about it before, ironically enough. It's not like she spent much time transformed, and the time she had spent in that form in the past had been entirely berserk and devoid of reason. Even now, it wasn't like she actually chose to transform if she could help it. Whether or not her partner at the time could handle it was often irrelevant; it was the cost to the world around her she shied away from paying.
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Post by Gar on Jan 20, 2018 13:23:27 GMT -6
Gar seemed to have drawn a slow laugh from Nayru. She was laughing but for some reason Gar felt as though he had made a mistake in speaking his mind. "No offense mate. I just don't want my contribution to the fight for the continent to be from the bottom of a dragon's paw." Gar may not be the strongest, but he could do more for the world if he wasn't in pancake form.
Nayru continued to speak of being thrown into working with people. Gar spoke with a knowing smirk. "Sometimes a crash course is perfect. I'm no stranger to the concept." Both metaphorically and literally. One of Gar's preferred boarding tactics is ramming the opposition's ship hard enough to pierce the hull. It demoralized the enemy and drew hands below deck, away from his boarding party. There was something about steering headlong into a problem that resonated with the berserker.
Nayru then mentioned that she couldn't talk while transformed. Gar wanted to nod, but hesitated briefly. The added weight of his arm in a sling was taking its toll on his neck. Gar rolled his stiff shoulder, leading to a bit of pain. It wasn't enough to warrant showing on his face. Gar then successfully nodded to Nayru's comment. It was true that strong communication was the backbone of teamwork. If that wasn't there then it would require significant practice. Enough practice that the team could sense what their comrades were thinking. That could take months, even years. Time which they apparently didn't have.
"At least we can communicate now." Gar's addition to teamwork used to be the moral boost from Junzentaru. That was no longer the case, so he would have to do some thinking. "Some people just have natural synergy with their fighting styles. Honestly, I'd say we worked pretty well offensively." They certainly did an enormous amount of damage. But now, that he thought about it, most of the damage that came through was because of his brashness. Gar scratched his cheek with his good arm. "I should work on my positioning, defensive mindset. That way I can avoid forcing people to cover my back. That would free you all up to focus on other tasks." The berserker did have a plan to that end. The hardlight magic that emanated from his new axe could help significantly.
"Can you think of anything else that could help you out on the battlefield?" Gar didn't intend on getting into any fights on this trip, but he would be sure to take note of anything Nayru pointed out. He would practice and be ready to implement, should they ever fight again.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on May 3, 2018 1:55:18 GMT -6
"I feel that. I'm a big believer in percussive maintenance - hit a problem until it stops being a problem - but sometimes the other guy's got a thicker skull than me. ...I'm not sure where I was going with that." Probably a stupid joke. Might have been for the best she had gotten sidetracked midway. Nayru was privately quite happy she HADN'T accidentally squished anyone, though. Both because Gar seemed like a nice person, now that they weren't swinging their dicks around like wannabe swordmasters, and because stepping on the people you were trying to help was generally agreed to be bad manners.
Gar's analysis was solid, the dragon nodded along with a degree of respect as Gar spoke, but was not prepared for his request at the end. Oh, in retrospect it was a natural way for the conversation to flow, but it was just something so far out of her experience that Nayru simply wasn't equipped to even consider it. Centuries spent alone, unable to rely on anyone but herself, trapped in her own fear, had led to a fighting style in which she was perfectly capable of recognizing the existence of others, especially those she was trying to protect, but almost fundamentally unable to consider them equal allies.
-Or at least that was how she had thought. After the sheer amount of time she had spent fighting with and against Veigue, supported by Remus, and a few of her other adventures, to say nothing of the little fracas back there with the Cyclops, the idea wasn't quite as alien as she had first thought it to be, the realization finally dawned on her. Next thing you know, she'd be holding hands with orphan children and singing kumbayah while fighting demon gods or... whatever storybook monstrosities might decide to insert themselves at the end of the book.
"I guess..." Nayru began carefully, trying her best to give an honest answer while puzzling out what that might be even as she went along. "...Maybe switch hitting or something? I usually take the aggro to free up whoever I'm fighting with to do their thing, but you can hit a lot harder than any other human I've seen, and if I keep running into Arum and monsters like that cyclops, I can't just assume I'll always be able to punch my way to victory. Getting better at creating openings for each other could work." Not exactly subdued, the dragon felt as though there was more to say but wasn't sure what. It didn't really feel like a masterful plan that would lead to them being the greatest teamup in history. Barely even the beginnings of a plan. But she couldn't think of much else in the moment. The idea of fighting alongside a partner who could actually take a hit or two, or even match her in strength, was still pretty new to her. "Sorry. That wasn't a lot to go off of, was it?"
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Post by Gar on May 3, 2018 22:51:10 GMT -6
Gar had to laugh at Nayru’s train of thought. Something about getting sidetracked when talking about crash courses was humorous. Gar didn’t vocalize it though, he couldn’t tell if she did it on purpose or not.
“Switch hitting?” Gar was right handed, he sometimes used both hands to wield June, now Xig. When he was younger he would carry two smaller axes, one in each hand. But the concept of using only his left arm to wield the large, imposing axe felt uncomfortable. It would be like purposefully handicapping yourself. As Nayru continued to explain, Gar realized what she meant. Some type of tank, off-tank synergy.
“I think I got it. If I’m catching your drift, when you have the attention I do some axe damage. Then if I get the attention, I should switch to defensive fighting while you punch or, you know, do your lightning storm beam… thing.” Gar trailed off near the end of his thought. He still needed to wrap his mind around how Nayru could ever need assistance with an attack like that, but he got the idea. It put even more emphasis on learning how to fight defensively with his new weapon. Gar turned his head to his quarters where June was resting. That light barrier…
He returned his sight to Nayru. Planning on how to fight together for the fate of the world was important, but there was something else that had caught Gar’s attention. Nayru had claimed that he hit harder than any other human she had seen. That surely helped Gar’s ego. Not that he would let that go to his head. This was another thing that he decided not to vocalize. He might just looks like the biggest fish in a small pond.
Gar began heard some calls from down below. He was the captain after all. “I’d like to stay talking with you longer, I like the way you think. But I have a ship to run. I’m sure we want to make landfall at some point. Listen, If you ever want to work on that teamwork thing, just let me know.” Gar turned to begin his one-armed descent to the main deck. He then remembered something and climbed back up. “Oh, and if the world is ever in danger, let me know about that too. Harhar.” Gar sincerely hoped that after their voyage was over, he would be able meet with Nayru again. Ideally, it wouldn’t take the end of the world to do that.
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Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on May 4, 2018 22:02:24 GMT -6
"Yeah, something like that." Nayru was privately quite grateful that Gar had gotten it, given how mediocre her explanation had been. It seemed neither of them were experts on the subject, which... actually helped her feel a lot less like a dumbass. So that was nice. It did seem like they'd have to experiment a lot more before they could talk crap about being a great duo, and it'd be hard to beat the synergy she and Veigue had accidentally earned the hard way, but - hey. As weird of an idea as it was, at least she was getting more experience fighting alongside humans nowadays. It felt nice. Maybe not quite the same as saving the world alongside great heroes, but sort of in that ballpark.
Given her uh, past tendency to run the f**k away from anything that sounded like responsibility, it took her a moment to remember that oh yeah Gar IS the captain of the ship and apparently a pretty important guy. Huh. Next thing she knew, Veigue was going to end up the demon king of Sacae, Elly would fuse with her pegasus and become the centaur goddess of the skies, and Remus would get elected as pope-king of Etruria. And she'd just be sitting here like 'yup... I know those people.' Ok. Try not to think too hard about all that. At least you're good at punching stuff!
Half smiling from the ridiculous train of thought and half at Gar's joke, Nayru met his laughter with a grin of his own as he started descending from their perch. "Sounds like a plan, cap'n." That... sounded kind of weird. Better than 'daddy' anyways, but not by much. "Don't let me keep you. But uh... hey, good talk. It was nice to meet you, Gar." Nope not spergy at all she was a perfectly well adjusted person who was never weird about anything, at all, ever. "And right back atcha. I'm uh, not always easy to find, but if you need help with anything big and ugly... or lost languages, ruins, or other fun stuff like that."
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