[ Joshua returns the nod in kind and follows her down into the Mess and remains quiet, following her gestures as she begins to explain everything.
Joshua's only knowledge of his brother's escapades came from the reports of the Undying, and the rumors and stories of 'Cid the Outlaw' as he traveled across Storm. It wasn't hard to know where his influence had stretched over the years, where all he'd been, who all he'd helped. There's no where they haven't been. So it's of no surprise to him that an operation of this scale would require an organized touch like this, donations, information gathering and coordinating between allies across Storm.
He knows it isn't all Clive's doing of course, it's thanks to all those here too, but still, Joshua finds himself impressed, perhaps a bit of pride swelling in his chest to see the evidence of it for himself, if the Hideaway itself wasn't enough.
His eyes turn to Nektar beside them as she moves onto the Hunt Board, blinking a little in surprise at the moogle, but gives him a curtious, but curious smile as he turns his attention to the hunt board itself first. He looks over the many postings that've been hung up, noting a few that he recognizes. He reaches out to take one that's been marked gently between his fingers. ] I'd heard rumors of some few of these fiends in my travels, and of someone felling them, though I didn't realize they were Clive's doing. But--never has my brother been one to remain idle.
[ There's a small, quirked smile. It doesn't surprise him in the slightest. Even as his brother's out there destroying Mothercrystals, rescuing bearers, saving the world from the Blight and Ultima, he's also out there taking care of these threats too. To help make the realm a little bit safer for everyone. As Clive's always done.
But then he let's go of the paper and turns his attention to the moogle floating beside the hunt board with a brighter, more curious smile. Almost excited like a kid ]
But, if I might ask... how is it you came to be acquainted with a moogle? [ He'd only thought them creatures written about in folktales, bedtime stories for children. They'd been mentioned in some bestiaries he'd come across in his research of Ultima but, they were never more than mythical creatures only seen by children. And yet, here one is. Right here in the Hideaway. ]
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Date: 2023-12-04 09:36 am (UTC)Joshua's only knowledge of his brother's escapades came from the reports of the Undying, and the rumors and stories of 'Cid the Outlaw' as he traveled across Storm. It wasn't hard to know where his influence had stretched over the years, where all he'd been, who all he'd helped. There's no where they haven't been. So it's of no surprise to him that an operation of this scale would require an organized touch like this, donations, information gathering and coordinating between allies across Storm.
He knows it isn't all Clive's doing of course, it's thanks to all those here too, but still, Joshua finds himself impressed, perhaps a bit of pride swelling in his chest to see the evidence of it for himself, if the Hideaway itself wasn't enough.
His eyes turn to Nektar beside them as she moves onto the Hunt Board, blinking a little in surprise at the moogle, but gives him a curtious, but curious smile as he turns his attention to the hunt board itself first. He looks over the many postings that've been hung up, noting a few that he recognizes. He reaches out to take one that's been marked gently between his fingers. ] I'd heard rumors of some few of these fiends in my travels, and of someone felling them, though I didn't realize they were Clive's doing. But--never has my brother been one to remain idle.
[ There's a small, quirked smile. It doesn't surprise him in the slightest. Even as his brother's out there destroying Mothercrystals, rescuing bearers, saving the world from the Blight and Ultima, he's also out there taking care of these threats too. To help make the realm a little bit safer for everyone. As Clive's always done.
But then he let's go of the paper and turns his attention to the moogle floating beside the hunt board with a brighter, more curious smile. Almost excited like a kid ]
But, if I might ask... how is it you came to be acquainted with a moogle? [ He'd only thought them creatures written about in folktales, bedtime stories for children. They'd been mentioned in some bestiaries he'd come across in his research of Ultima but, they were never more than mythical creatures only seen by children. And yet, here one is. Right here in the Hideaway. ]