inbox; deerington

[danzan]

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[danzan]

[ Midlanders and Highlanders? ] This a place you live kind of thing, or a social class kind of thing?

[vermillon]

The former. Midlanders prefer the lowlands and the midlands, by the sea, open fields and rolling hills, in the forests... More pleasant and temperate locales, which is a likely reason for their slimmer features.

In contrast, Highlanders are tall and muscular, and rather rugged because they prefer harsher lands such as deserts and rough mountain regions. More suited to harsher climes, really. [Like Gyr Abania.]

You yourself would qualify as a Highlander in Eorzea, while many others here would qualify as Midlanders.

[danzan]

[ Logan crinkles his nose, trying to imagine living in the desert. The mountain's not so bad in comparison, but... ] I'm a Midlander at heart, probably.

[vermillon]

I feel all you Earth people are. [X'rhun shakes his head.] Many of those I've spoken to are so used to temperate climes and city living.

[How do they stand that sort of tedium?]

[danzan]

Yeah, I don't know about the city, [ there's a mild distaste there ] but I like my forests.

[ All the life and sound and smells... Logan's been to deserts before, but they aren't to his taste. ]

If I was a Highlander it'd have to be in the mountains.

[vermillon]

Worry not, there are always exceptions to the rule. I've seen a few Highlanders in the forests as well.

[And he gives Logan a placating pat on the shoulder.]

[danzan]

[ It's kind of cute that X'rhun thinks he has to console him. ]

Thanks. [ He says it like the whole "Highlander liking Midland locations" thing had been bothering him and dips his head to hide his smile. ] Anything special about Hyurs besides that? Or are they more or less like humans?

[vermillon]

My friend, as I have mentioned, we're all humans. And the Hyur are just as "special" as the rest of us, given we all have magic in our veins.

What may seem special for you might be entirely typical for Eorzeans, whatever the race may be.

[danzan]

Sorry. [ He means it, too. It's just challenging wrapping his head around such differences-- physical and cultural-- and all being unanimously accepted as human. Most of his life he'd lived separate from them because of the claws in his hands, and his people did the same because of their powers. ]

...right. [ Jesus. ] So what's similar between the Hyur and... uh, I guess me? Is just looks?

[vermillon]

Well... [He leans on his table again, tapping a hand against his cheek and the bandage on it.]

For one, none of them have claws like yours, unless they wear weapons or gauntlets like such. And none of them-- and by extension the rest of the spoken races-- mutate unless prompted by outside forces.

[danzan]

So more like the others here from Earth, then.

[vermillon]

If you would prefer to put it that way.

Though others don't have magic at all. I suppose us Eorzeans are a class all on our own, even those who most resemble you people.

[danzan]

[ It's just hard to think of himself as "human". ]

You know, you guys probably are. Eorzea doesn't sound like Earth so far... at least, not the Earth I'm from.

Magic's just innate to you, ain't it?

[vermillon]

Magic is everywhere in Eorzea, Logan. The air is teeming with it, the lands with such strong energy having changed over time to show it. People flock to such places, knowing that life may flourish there.

[And then his expression grows grave.]

A land without aether-- without life energy-- is a land devoid of any sort of life.

[danzan]

Then Eorzea's definitely not like Earth.

[ He repeats it under his breath all the same, though, curious. ] Aether. Do you feel any of that here?

[vermillon]

I don't know. [An honest answer delivered with a tone of dismay.] Amongst the abilities of mine that don't function as they should, my ability to sense the world is dulled. Others, I can still tell apart in some way if they carry magicks, but not Deerington itself.

[danzan]

...but your magic works. That's gotta count for something, right?

[vermillon]

Made less potent, but aye. [Then he twitches his ears.]

But I shan't be casting any more Flares, my friend. That's not in my specialty. [And... he thinks if he attempted it out here, without even a black mage crystal to ease the way, he would kill himself.

Again.]

[danzan]

I like how you say that like I'm askin' you to do it in the near future.

[ Logan shakes his head. ] We're good.

But one of these days you gotta show me what other spells you can do. Maybe we can figure some defence strategies [ a shrug ] in case we gotta fight together again.

[vermillon]

[Well, X'rhun can always put a Verflare on him...

But no, he would rather not cast a spell on Logan.]

I shall need a striking dummy for that, my friend-- my magicks are purely for combat, and I refuse to use them on you despite your ability to heal.

[danzan]

[ Deadpan. ] You gotta quit assuming I want you to burn my ass.

A striking dummy'll work. It'll be easy.

[vermillon]

You are rather self-sacrificing, my friend. [Almost every encounter they've had has just been Logan doing this over and over again.] And I would prefer to have your rear intact, with how soothing it is to look at.

[danzan]

[ He laughs just a bit, remembering the ridiculously flirtatious remark a younger, exhausted X'rhun told him in a dream. ] Well, I'm glad you appreciate it.

But I'm only getting in your spells if I really have to. Promise.

[ He even makes a small cross over his heart to mark it.

...and then yawns a bit after, the hand on his chest moving up to cover his mouth. ] Hrrgh. Shit.

[vermillon]

[X'rhun would have said more, something about that little cross over Logan's chest, but he's interrupted by yawning. And he shakes his head, a small smile on his face.]

Mm... Are you sure you don't wish to sleep here? The daybed is free, and I have more room upstairs.

[danzan]

[ God damn X'rhun and his kindness. Logan stares at him in silence for a handful of seconds, then dips his head with a slightly embarrassed downcast of his eyes. ]

...could you wake me up in an hour and a half? [ One whole sleep cycle. ] I'm gonna end up here two days straight if you don't.