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[Open] The Daring, Dashing, And Dating

WHO: Gladiolus, Noctis, Any Starduck Crew (or visitors), Open
WHERE: Starduck, Ul'Dah, Limsa Lominsa, Gold Saucer, Costa del Sol Dungeon
WHAT: Shipboard Times, Questions, Gladitorial Work, Dungeon Crawl, and Dating
WHEN: During Event, from June 17th - August 10th
WARNINGS: Violence/Injuries Possible in the Dungeon Crawl
NOTES: Unless otherwise noted, assume Gladio is dressed Like This on the planet

1A - A New Star | Starduck | [Crewmates Only]

Turned out that flying a ship in atmo and in space were not quite the same. Gladio may have had some practice at the former, but fuck, the latter wasn't easy. He grit his teeth as he focused on the whole thing. After a thought he flips a switch and speaks, hoping the PA system really does work.

"This is your Captain. Feel free to come on up to get a fucking view of a glowing hole in space. And some planet with it I guess. Anyone got any Ifrit-Damned clue what's going on here? Come up to the cockpit and explain shit."

1B - Captain With The Ship | Starduck | [OTA, visitors from other ships welcome to fly over]

No one could be on the planet all of the time. Okay, maybe they could, and go and spend their money on nice restaurants or plush inns, but not Gladio. No, he had other things he should be doing, and honestly, he felt safer bunking down on the Starduck. So in the evenings it was always a touch to a crystal and being whisked back onto his ship. Once there Gladio groaned and started to shed his gear right there in the hold. Simple enough to tuck it all back into his chest and then dress in his normal gear.

"Nice place, like to visit. Fuck I wouldn't wanna stay."

He wasn't used to people being that much larger and stronger than him. The Hrothgar were getting to him.

"Time to chill.

2 - King of the Ring | Ul'Dah Coliseum | [OTA]

They had him at 'battle monsters for a purse of money'. Gladio was a monster hunting machine back home, and he was more than happy to prove it here. Granted he wouldn't be able to change his weapons on the fly in the battle, but he still didn't mind. He's doing great.

It's easy to run into him here. Gladio's often in the back prep areas, stretching and doing warm up exercises, eyes sparkling with excitement. Any might approach him then as he warmed up for a nice round of monster fighting. Of course there was always the chance that someone might want to set up a nice little spot of one on one competition, may the winner take the spoils. All it would take is someone approaching him to start a conversation for that.

But a guy couldn't be fighting all the time. And after fights even Gladio found himself up in the stands, stretched out and catching his breath as he watched the action. Maybe he might not linger as long, but hey, it was nice to see who all was a good fighter, right?

3 - Stocking Up For Later | Limsa Lominsa Markets | [OTA]

It felt it had been so damn long since Gladio had been in a bustling port down, since he could see the sun on the water and in the sky and on the beach and not see ruins along with it all. It was... Fuck, it was one of the most beautiful things ever. And so he didn't mind coming back here time and time again. First he kept stopping in to check up on Noctis (fishing, predictably). Then he moved on to gather quests for the day, intending to head out to do what he could to build up gold, earn rumors, and go seeking the secrets the Agrii needed.

He spent a lot of time moving between shops to pick up potions and other supplies, and of course he popped in and out of other ones to look over weapons and armor. But in the end the thing that gave him the most pause was any time he caught sight of someone he recognized from Temba.

"Hey! Over here!" he shouted, waving. Better to let them know he was around, and swap intel. Had to know what was going on, right? They were all in this together.

4 - Old Hand At Dungeons | Costa del Sol Dungeon | [One Thread Tony & Jon, OTA one on one otherwise]

Seek Rats, huh? Well, if Gladio knew anything, rats and all that sorta shit were in underground caves. Sure, they were other places too, but who was he to judge? Besides, they probably meant secrets, and from Gladio's experience, some of the deepest and most important secrets of his own world were in fucking caves. Sure there were daemons there too, but they'd found answers to stop the will of Bahamut in caves like this.

So, once he'd heard the cave was a thing, that it was new, well, it seemed like a place to go searching. Gladio's earlier meeting with Tony had brought him to the decision of working with others for this, and once he was pretty sure they were sufficiently geared up, he'd boarded a boat, and gone with Tony to find the entrance to the cave.

"Alright," he said, eyes casting about to make sure there was no one around before using Tony and Jon as cover to summon his sword to his hand. Better safe than sorry. "Time to go in. Your job is to stay back and be my eyes, and solve any puzzles. Keep a mental map of where we're going. And if you feel confident fighting, join in. Just make sure you get back if I order you to, okay?"

He was the experienced on in this after all.

Of course Tony and Jon weren't the only ones he went in with either. Gladio was always happy to go through places extra times, because honestly it was easier to do a thing multiple times. And hey, he was making good money from hunting these monster parts. So he didn't mind clearing the beach while he waited for additional partners to go dungeoning with. In fact, he thought he had caught sight of someone right now. Gladio stood a little taller, leaning his giant sword against his shoulder, and he nodded.

"Yo. You looking to head in? Could use another set of hands."

5 - Charm Goes Arm In Arm | Gold Saucer | [Closed to Noctis]

It had taken a week and a half before Gladio had finished the plan. He'd told Noctis he had an idea, that he'd let the guy know when it was ready. Seeing as they shared a ship, he could keep Noctis appraised at night if Noctis came back to the ship to sleep. Six knew that Gladio sure slept on the ship, liking how safe and secure it felt. And the night before Gladio had asked Noctis to make sure to reserve the day for him.

All the time had been investing in building up the Gil for this. With a heavy pouch filled with the money he'd need for the planned evening, he had awoken, dressed in an outfit he'd gotten expressly for the day, and then he had awoken Noctis. Once he had his King up and moving he guided Noctis to the crystal, and then through it, dropping them in the entrance of the Gold Saucer.

"Alright," he said, smiling as he held his hand to Noctis, "today is for us. I've got a lot of ideas, and some set plans. But you're welcome to overrule stuff."

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York continues to futilely squirm, trying to figure out how to get his movements just right to be released. Nothing works of course, but finds himself being pulled behind the wall of a man. The owner was still heading towards them, flush in the face from trying to keep up with the android.

"Decided throwing rocks to chase off the seagulls at the restaurant was a good idea. Until the rock went through the fucking window. And maybe hit someone." Stupid birds. Stupid planet.

The owner finally slows as he catches up to the pair, with York willingly hiding now behind the human. After taking a moment to just catch his breath, the man straightens up to look at Gladio. "I saw him run into you. You have him? Threw the rock through the window instead of chasing off seagulls like he was supposed to."

Well this is stupid.

"You paid a kid to try and drive off gulls? And you're surprised that someone this small used throwing rocks to do it? What did you expect? Did you tell him to do it in a different method than throwing rocks? Did you explain an alternative method? Did you give him supplies for an alternative method?"

Because Gladio doesn't assume that someone hired to drive off gulls will decide to throw rocks at windows instead, which would cost THEM money.

"Hey!" comes the protest of being called small from behind Gladio, as York glares up at the obviously bigger man. Sure, the man was well over a foot taller than he was, but there was no need to call him small. Fucking rude ass motherfu--

"He was doing well enough, using his arms and waving a stick! Do I need to explain how to do a simple enough task like chasing off a bird?" the man shot back, glaring at where he could see a tuft of black hair peeking out from behind the man. Then York shot out from around Gladio, glaring up at the one who had given him the task.

"I was fucking BORED! You didn't say how long I was going to be out there doing this shit, so I switched it up to make it less monotonous! Look, I'm fucking sorry I hit that shithead in your place or whatever," totally doesn't sound sorry about it, "but maybe get all your details to me and I won't take out a fucking window! Just give me the coin for what I did do and I'll get out of your nasty, greasy fucking hair, asshole!"

Well over a foot taller, given he's six even. Small is accurate.

"Did you forget that gulls are stubborn assholes who, after a bit of arm and stick waving, will return when they realize something can't reach them? They're asshole birds," Gladio countered, large, bare arms crossing over his chest. Dude, leave it, that's the best choice.

Except there's the kid moving then. Shiva's icy breath what an idiot he was.

"Kid, be quiet. You're not helping."

The keeper grouses a little, finding logic in Gladio's words. He's about to shrug it off and head back to the shop when York sends in his verbal tirade. That makes him go red in the face, looking like he could cook an egg on his cheeks. But then he looks to the burly man with his arms crossed, then back to the punk.

"I better not catch you around my restaurant again, you little punk!" He remarks, shoving a handful of coins at York before turning to stomp off. The android waited a few moments to make sure he wasn't coming back before counting the little coins. "Greasy asshole stiffed me! Son of a bitch, I should go back there and shake him for every little bit he's got--"

Well, Gladio isn't going to argue with the 'yeah never go there again'. It's the right choice.

"No," Gladio says to the kid, looking unimpressed. "You're just going to get yourself in trouble. So be quiet and accept it. You broke the window, you are lucky to not owe HIM money."

York turns to look at the much larger man, his angered expression not falling. "It's not my fault he didn't relay all the fucking information. I was going to apologize but he came at me aggressively instead so I fucking booked it. I bet his food is fucking shit, too. And who the fuck are you, telling me what to do?"

"Someone that's trying to keep you out of trouble, kid," Gladio says with a sigh, shaking his head.

But of course the guy doesn't seem to want the help, and Gladio isn't sitting around.

There's something mumbled under his breath that sounds somewhat like 'don't need anyone's help' before shrugging his clothes back into a comfortable spot. He tugs at the side piece to cover the white chassis trying to peek out.

Glancing over at the man's ridiculous outfit (granted, they were all ridiculous in York's opinion), the android looks back up at his 'rescuer'. "Thanks, I guess. Temba or nah?" Say it like a codeword, and try to keep some sort of stealthiness to this whole ordeal.

Temba or nah? Damn, he happened to deal with an arrogant, stupid kid.

"This isn't low profile kid."

Look, he was at least trying to lay low about where he was from talking to Gladio! Just...ignore everything leading up to this and you'd be good! Right? Right.

"Yeah, I know, but I didn't expect the rock to ricochet off of that stupid bird, through the window, and hit that guy in the head! It was an actual fucking accident! I wasn't actually aiming to piss anyone off."

This time.

He crosses his arms and scowls away at some building they're standing near. "I also thought he wouldn't fucking chase me, nor did I plan on running into a fucking wall."

"Good accuracy for an accident. Stay away from the damn restaurant," Gladio insists, more than a touch annoyed. Because he wants away from this.

"It's just too messy for you to be trusted there."

"Accuracy comes with the territory but it really was a fucking acc--You know what. Fuck you. Fucking humans don't believe anything I have to say it seems like." Gladio isn't the only one with annoyance. "Just trying to do a fucking job to get some coin, fucking hell."

Not that he's going to do much to a large warrior like Gladio, York rudely shoves past him, back in the direction he had come from initially. Can't be trusted there, what the fuck. One accident and suddenly a stranger thinks he can't be trusted?!

"Says the human," Gladio says, rolling his eyes.

The kid shoves and Gladio doesn't move an inch this time because he's ready for the kid's odd weight.

That gets him to stop. At least this lets him know that his disguise is working. York turns to look at the other, looking up to lock brown eyes with teal. "Seems like the outfit given to me is working on keeping me hidden. Because I'm not a human. And who even are you? Aside from 'someone that's trying to keep you out of trouble' as you said when I initially asked you."

"Gladio," he explains. And yes, keeping people out of trouble is accurate.

Gladio. Sounded sort of like... Duncan would know. It was a plant, but the information wouldn't come to the front like he wants. Damn. His brother was the green thumb, not York. He moves closer, trying to keep from being too suspicious by having a conversation with such distance between them. "York. But seriously. Not a human, and probably why I had accidental super accuracy with that rock. But when I say it was a fu-- an accident, it really was."

It really shouldn't be that difficult to not swear in his sentences. "For once I actually wasn't trying to cause trouble. Just trying to earn coin to get some stuff to take back to--" A pause. "Back home."

"Yeah, I get it. You should look into other work though."

Surely the kid can do SOMETHING. Maybe gathering like Dustin explained to Gladio? Delivery work? Something.

"Who the fuck wants to hire someone that looks like me? No one takes me fucking seriously in this town, so I had to resort to scaring off god damn birds." A huff before looking at Gladio. "What are you doing? Maybe I can help, for like, twenty-percent or something of the money." Then he wouldn't get in trouble because York doubts Gladio would even let it get that far.

"They take the Lalafell seriously," Gladio counters. So clearly they can.

"Guard duty. About to escort a group of fishers to a prime but dangerous area."

Hm. Seems like it's just York then. Totally noooo idea why he's not taken seriously though. Surely York's not the problem here.

"I could probably help with that. Especially since my accuracy seems to be really good where rocks are concerned." Okay, he can't help but smirk at that little bit. Sometimes he could be funny.

Surely York is absolutely the problem here. Guy's just like that clearly.

"Rocks won't kill things, kid."

"No, but with enough applied force, it could knock things unconscious," he pointed out instead. "And like I said, accuracy. I would offer to be a partial light if the place is dark, but right. Not supposed to be sticking out like sore thumbs and shit. Or I can just go back to throwing rocks again."

"Suppose it could. But you run the risk of killing someone too, because you use too much force," Gladio countered. It's not safe.

Still, he sighs before taking a knife from his hip.

"Here."

For a long moment, York stares at the knife. Having a rock or a stick or something like that is one thing. But having an actual weapon? Given to him by a human? A hand reaches up to take it. Why had he hesitated anyways? Human laws to his deviated status didn't matter, when he had taken up an axe to protect his brethren in Jericho.

Maybe it was because it was just... strange. That a human actually wanted to give the knife to the android. Though maybe 'want' wasn't the correct term here. 'Was coerced' works better. He holds it, then tucks it securely into some pocket of whatever the fuck this fashion ensemble was.

"I defer to you as the leader then. And I promise to try to not make trouble."

/Wings it for the NPC

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