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(2013-04-29 - 2013-04-29)
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Jidro Gerrison The Ame-no-Torifune rides along the heavens, creating its own stormcloud. Cast over the Golmore jungle, it creates a large amount of storm clouds. The weather, created through the relic of the Murasame family, is a black steel craft that bars gleaming neon blue lights, flanked by a pair of crackling curved spires. A large energy sail, glowing blue and arced backards allows for propulsion to go along with the rear engine thrusters.

There are entries at the ear of the deck to the quarters, as well as a bridge and belowdeck areas. The power of the system is drawn by the combined efforts of the Black Mages sa well as St. Elmo's Fire.

Of them, the highest of the mages has been dedicating his efforts.

However, it is time for a long break.

It tends to be tiring.

Emerging along the deck, Jidro walks along the foredeck to survey the sky. His eyes cast in the sky, feeling the atmosphere around him become thick. It is a good time to relax for a little bit.
Artyom W. Valodjn The deck is occupied.

A man stands astride the great airship's bow, his silhouette illuminated by the brillaint energy sail glowing at his back. In his hands, there is a sword that seems to be even taller than he is- which is, altogether, rather impressive, considering that Artyom is well over eight feet in height.

It's been a little while since he's been home, and even longer since he's had time to admire the view from the bow of the Torifune. While Frank typically dislikes flying, having a solid floor under his feet helps to take much of the anxiety out of travelling so far from the land below. Indeed, Titan was, itself, mostly vertical- to be afraid of heights is not a positive trait in a Titanic.

Artyom is not afraid of heights. He only prefers having something sturdy underfoot.

A flash of lightning arcs across the clouds near the Torifune, briefly illuminating one side of his face. The deck is peaceful- except the storm. Being so close to a thunderhead is oddly theraputic- it's the moisture in the air, tinged with the smell of ozone, Artyom thinks. But it isn't long until he realizes that he is no longer alone--

The colossus turns, casting his gaze across the length of the deck. Around his neck, there is a brilliant, gleaming crystal- currently supported by a makeshift medallion and a set of heavy chains. Artyom squints through the cloudy haze, and then rumbles, "Who goes there?"
Jidro Gerrison "...Ah, good eve', Valodjn."

The approaching young man bears short black hair and is wearing his traditional uniform. His posture is straight, keeping his composure while in the sky. His feet are pressed against the ship's stable ground. Thankfully, the Torifune is able to keep them all suspended.

With the colossus casting a gaze at his path, the figure emerges from the cloudy haze.

"I apologize if I am intruding." He offers a faint smile, "I just needed some fresh air."
Artyom W. Valodjn "Ah, Gerrison," Artyom inclines his head at the young mage as he draws closer. "It's been a while since we've spoken in person. It seems you've been having quite an exciting time up here, these days." 'Exciting' meaning 'Helena found her way back.'

The Titan rather likes being subdued in his manner of speech, it seems.

"You do not intrude," he replies with a quiet grunt of approval, "I was only watching the clouds as we pass. Thinking. Nothing too exciting, I'm afraid."

"So I suppose we're both here for similar reasons, it seems, mm?"
Jidro Gerrison At the remark regarding his exciting time, Jidro is sweating. He does not look too happy. Given that Helena did make her presence known with the fond interaction with his fiancee, Jidro is already regretting the re-encounter with Celba.

But, they are both working for Murasame.

Jidro lifts his head up, raising an eyebrow. "...Yes." He lowers his head, "We both came here for the same reason, it seems. ...I needed to figure out a few things. ...Especially since the day that I..." He stops himself, and then he continues. "...There was something that you needed assistance with some time ago, if I recall, am I correct?"

Jidro offers the man a passing smile. Even if he is a bit out of it from his attention to the ship's function, he still recalls what he promised that he assisted with.
Artyom W. Valodjn Dealing with Helena is not something that Artyom enjoys doing more often than he really needs to. They are coworkers, perhaps, but her antics can rub the colossus in all the wrong ways. It's the whole lack-of-personal-space thing. And the 'using people to entertain herself' thing. And--

And a whole lot of other things, besides.

But usually, Artyom can handle her- if not just because Souji has her under his employ. Sometimes, though- sometimes--!

"That is correct," Artyom rumbles, pointedly overlooking Jidro's rather telling pause; the mage will speak if he wishes to tell what he has on his mind. Artyom reaches behind his neck and lifts the rather heavy crystal from his collar. The gem- a perfect, brilliant emerald, scintillating with inner brilliance- scatters its light serenely through the storm clouds, "I wish to have this more secure than dangling about my neck like some cheap bauble. It is a very precious stone."
Jidro Gerrison It was during the pause that Jidro took the time to take a look at the stange codex that carried such secrets that he has barely scratched the surface of. But the real question of the matter: Does he want to? He paid the price for manipulating the fabric of time and reality, intwining them together in a way that no person should be able to manipulate.

The smile grows faint, but he soon dismisses it. He doesn't want to think about it anymore.

Instead, he looks over to the gem, which is that brilliant emerald. He walks over towards the large titan, giving the precious jewel a stare. "Hrm..." He scratches his chin, then he leans forward.

"...I am, admittedly, not too knowledgeable in technology. But, I know that there are some artificier relics that may be of some use." He smiles, "I'll go through my library to see what I can come up with."
Artyom W. Valodjn Some secrets are not meant to be known. However, Artyom is of the opinion that it is more what one does with power- how one chooses to use it- than the nature of that power, or its origins, that truly matter. But that choice is not his to make. Jidro carries the tome- it is his responsibility to care for and to call upon its prodigious secrets as he sees fit.

All Artyom has is his geomancy and a rather massive greatsword.

Oh, and this chunk of magicite.

"I am versed in the basics of artifice, but I do not believe I am skilled enough to work with something like this crystal." The magicite is decidedly warm to the touch- as if it were still very much alive. It practically thrums with magical power. "I trust your knowledge of such things far more than my own."
Jidro Gerrison Jidro is shutting his eyes, thinking over the matter to some degree. He considers the potential for artificing the device. He looks at Artyom when he offers the giant man a smile.

"Valodjn, I thank you for your trust." He furrows his eyebrows, then he furrows is gaze at the device a little more. "...I will do what I can." He offers a smile, "I will figure out what device will be able to contain it."
Artyom W. Valodjn "It is not ill-deserved," Artyom rumbles in reply, the Titanic man producing a rather subdued smile. "Among us, you are the most well practiced in the arcane arts, Jidro. Do not forget that, even when certain people try to... Distract you from the truth."

Whether that's through threats of violence, or other means.

Artyom offers the gem to his much smaller compatriot, carefully depositing it into his hands, chain and all. "I am more interested in protecting the crystal than containing its power, however. Its inhabitant and I have an... Understanding."
Jidro Gerrison Ah.

That is the main goal: To protect the crystal and to be able to make use of it. Jidro's smile grows as both hands clamps together. He tilts his head to the side, offering a sincere smile.

"I know just the thing that will protect it." He brings his hands to the side. "...Give me a day or so, and I should have something crafted that would be able to hold it."
Artyom W. Valodjn The Titanic are, traditionally, very particular about the treatment of those whose time has passed. Ancestors, noble foes and all those interred within the earth are treated with no small amount of reverance. To honor the dead is considered a virtuous trait among Artyom's people.

And so Artyom does so, now: Honoring the remains of a once magnificent creature by working to protect it, even as he makes use of the power it had bequeathed unto him. It's the right thing to do.

Artyom's arms fold over his chest as Jidro makes his pronouncement. He nods his head firmly, "Very good. I will leave the task in your capable hands, then." He pauses- briefly considering his next words, before speaking: "Jidro. Should you have any trouble, you know you can speak to me, yes?"
Jidro Gerrison After the affirmation on what he will be able to do for his companion, Jidro finally starts taking a couple steps back to give him some room. However, he had also moved towards the edge enough to where he can just look outward and contemplate. It is just the matter of thinking over things.

Regarding his issues, Jidro fixes the massive teenager with a smile. It is a friendly, calm smile. "...I know. I thank you for being available, should I need to, Valodjn."
Artyom W. Valodjn "Of course," Artyom replies with a quiet rumble of assent. "I am, at my best, a listener, after all." More than that, with the fall of the old world, something has become abundantly clear to the colossus: his friends, those who have not been able to so easily adapt, require some manner of stability. They need some sort of balance- a center.

Who better to serve that purpose than- thus far- the last of the Titans?

Artyom turns as well, resuming his quiet vigil astride the very tip of the great storm-ship. Perhaps this visit will stay quiet, unassuming and peaceful.

But... That's probably unlikely, isn't it?

 
This scene contained 14 poses. The players who were present were: Jidro Gerrison, Artyom W. Valodjn