( ooc: semi wildcard - maybe around the beginning of month 3? )
[ Cid has been restless lately. The village on the edge of the Witchwood that has been his home for centuries now feels haunted by ghosts he can no longer remember; the blacksmith who barely wants to give him the time of day, the cook who insists that he take a place at the table every once in a while, and the head of the village — a large dark-haired man who won't hesitate to drag him down by the lapel even when he wears the full mantle of his godhood. A name comes to his lips, and it's gone just as quickly, like a dream he can't recall upon waking.
He's grateful to have a reason to get away for a spell. It's not an echo he answers, but a suspicion voiced by one of his merchants. Certain mechanical parts have made their way across the contentment to his humble village, and he means to confirm their suspected origin.
Finding a friend nearby is an unexpected boon, and one he's certainly grateful for. It's good to see the Doctor out and about; he's hardly the type to stay in one place, but he's been scarce as of late.
He huffs at the Doctor's words, almost a laugh. Cid almost never appears in his full god form, as he does now — with the wings and hooves and all that nonsense, it's easy to mistake him for another, at a glance. ]
You too, eh? My head's been a bloody mess lately. [ He pats the Doctor on the shoulder. They'll have to come back to the subject, once the immediate issue is handled. ] That one called to you, I take it? Aye, I could offer a light but... Did you see the way they came from?
[ He inclines his head toward the east - Mechapolis is the only thing of interest in that direction. ] I've good reason to think humans have been stealing inside to borrow a cup of spare parts. I'm not fussed about a little petty thievery, but I'm sure you know what else they're like to have picked up there.
[ Humans have short life spans, and short memories as a consequence, but Heartwood Syndrome remains a threat to any and all who might find their way into the city. If it began to spread beyond Mechapolis' walls, it could get out of hand again quickly. ]
echoes
[ Cid has been restless lately. The village on the edge of the Witchwood that has been his home for centuries now feels haunted by ghosts he can no longer remember; the blacksmith who barely wants to give him the time of day, the cook who insists that he take a place at the table every once in a while, and the head of the village — a large dark-haired man who won't hesitate to drag him down by the lapel even when he wears the full mantle of his godhood. A name comes to his lips, and it's gone just as quickly, like a dream he can't recall upon waking.
He's grateful to have a reason to get away for a spell. It's not an echo he answers, but a suspicion voiced by one of his merchants. Certain mechanical parts have made their way across the contentment to his humble village, and he means to confirm their suspected origin.
Finding a friend nearby is an unexpected boon, and one he's certainly grateful for. It's good to see the Doctor out and about; he's hardly the type to stay in one place, but he's been scarce as of late.
He huffs at the Doctor's words, almost a laugh. Cid almost never appears in his full god form, as he does now — with the wings and hooves and all that nonsense, it's easy to mistake him for another, at a glance. ]
You too, eh? My head's been a bloody mess lately. [ He pats the Doctor on the shoulder. They'll have to come back to the subject, once the immediate issue is handled. ] That one called to you, I take it? Aye, I could offer a light but... Did you see the way they came from?
[ He inclines his head toward the east - Mechapolis is the only thing of interest in that direction. ] I've good reason to think humans have been stealing inside to borrow a cup of spare parts. I'm not fussed about a little petty thievery, but I'm sure you know what else they're like to have picked up there.
[ Humans have short life spans, and short memories as a consequence, but Heartwood Syndrome remains a threat to any and all who might find their way into the city. If it began to spread beyond Mechapolis' walls, it could get out of hand again quickly. ]