Pentscape, Bar
Deziree: ... That would explain a lot.
Ajax: So he's being scapegoated for the past trauma relating to the incident.
Fwomph
Fem!Pent!Aspect: Yeah... -Nods- So, you guys gonna help get him out~? ^_^
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Atlas
Fall City
Snowy: <I do? What's his name? Who owns him?>
Tastes better on the way back down.
Fall City
Newt: <He's named Slightly (I don't know why, either), and he belongs to Maggie.>
Pentscape, Bar
Deziree: I can get behind helping someone throw off the weight of others' preconceptions!
Ajax: ... As can I, actually.
Fwomph
Fem!Pent!Aspect: Good! -Smiles- So I suppose you'll be wanting to meet up with Grey?
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Pentscape, Bar
Deziree: Sure thing! Also, quick question - about how rigid are the laws of physics here? Just out of curiosity.
Ajax: Oh boy...
Atlas
Fall City
Snowy: <That's nice. I wanna meet him someday.>
(She lets go of Newt and scampers off to who knows where.)
Tastes better on the way back down.
Fwomph
Fem!Pent!Aspect: Heh~ Might just be enough for what you're thinking of.
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Pentscape, Bar
Deziree: =D
Ajax: >_<;
Fwomph
Fem!Pent!Aspect: -Giggles- Now then, Mr Fox usually spends the Daytime on his airship. I mean technically he spends Nighttime and Deeptime there too but that's not important.
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Pentscape, Bar
-Deziree gasps, her eyes getting big and happy.-
Deziree: An airship?!
Ajax: And this is why I didn't want Galvani coming in on her own. Deziree. I meant Deziree.
-Thankfully, Deziree doesn't seem to notice the slip-up.-
Fwomph
Fem!Pent!Aspect: Well, the entire city's flying so having an airship is a pretty good way to stay mobile.
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Pentscape, Bar
Deziree: *GASP* We're FLYING?!
Ajax: I swear, you're so observant most of the time, but when you're not... you're really not.
Fwomph
Fem!Pent!Aspect: In a metavisual sense at least. We're not really over anything, just that there's an underside.
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Pentscape, Bar
Deziree: Oh, okay! That makes sense.
Ajax: As much as it can. So, where is this airship moored?
Fwomph
Fem!Pent!Aspect: As I said, we have a professional agreement: I provide him a place to dock under the city and ignore his thieving and he doesn't steal from me and ignores the nighttime crowd. -Smirks and steps out from behind the counter- Follow me.
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Pentscape, Bar
-Deziree squeels like a little girl and follows, Ajax trailing behind and rolling his eyes.-
Deziree: Airship, airship, airship~
Fwomph
Fem!Pent!Aspect: -Heads down towards the basement, and then further. Eventually they reach a platform hanging from the underside of the city where an airship is parked- Well here we are. -She waves at a man sitting on the deck, examining a golden goblet- Hey, Grey, visitors for you!
The Grey Fox: Right, come on board then.
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Pentscape
Deziree: Weeeeeee~
Ajax: Pardon her, she gets like this in regards to airships. We were told you could help us aid a certain persecuted aspect.
Fwomph
Grey Fox: You wanna rebuild the key to release whatever's holed up in the tower.
-The sun is setting, even though there's nothing below the city it seems the sun will actually disappear under the horizon-
Grey Fox: The other two parts are held by people rather much like me... Well, in concept, not form or personality.
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Pentscape
Ajax: Are we talking about differences in ideology? What are the other two like?
Deziree: And more importantly - how vulnerable are they to laser fire?
-Ajax puts his hand over Deziree's mouth.-
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-Cid flips a card between his fingers.-
Cid: Johny's in the basement, mixing up the medicine...
-He keeps humming as places the card on the desk.-
Cid: Talkin' that the heat put plants in the bed but the phone's tapped anyway.
-He takes out a phone and starts dialing, still humming.-
Cid: You don't need a weatherman to tell you which way the wind blows.
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-Mortimer's phone might start ringing.-
done w ur shit
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Mortimer flips his phone open.
Mortimer: "Ah, Cid! How nice to hear from you. I hope you found the gift we parted with pleasant?"
Fwomph
Grey Fox: There's the White Knight and the Black Thaumaturge. Each of them keep to one of the sectors, just like me really. But anyway, I really can't give you my part of the key without you doing something for me. Not really up to code to just help without something in return. So here's what I want you to do, convince the White Knight to leave the mindscape.
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing.
Fall City
-Newt hugs Snowy more-
<Not to overload ya with sap, but d'you know you have a little brother now?>