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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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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."

Dude, if the kid didn't want to be armed, Gladio would respect that. To take up a weapon was to live by it. To risk oneself by it. To fall by it perhaps, or while using it. It was no light decision to make.

But then York takes it and Gladio nods, not because of the deferral, but because the kid is armed.

"Hey, I'm not a leader here, just a guy with a bit more experience. Though please, respect if I try and put myself between you and danger. Literally my job. Come on, let's go find ourselves some trouble to get other people out of."

"Yeah well that makes you a fucking leader. Leaders come in all types," he points out, thinking of Markus back home. Someone that got things done with minimal damage while taking others into safety. For some reason Gladio reminds the smaller android of him a bit.

York squares his shoulders and bites back some sarcastic retort at the other part. "I'll let you do it, but I'll remark about it during or later. It's not like I haven't dealt with danger before. I just had an axe then, not a knife." But he nods to the human and gestures for him to lead on.

"An axe? Seems wrong for your body type, but I'm not here to judge. If you were good with it, you were good with it. Do you want to find some?"

Axes were a thing that Gladio would be content to see about trying it with the kid to give him a chance to stand his own in a fight.

"Fireman's hatchet, if that makes any difference. Either way, it got the job done when it was needed in my world. Lost it though, which was a shame." The knife is an odd addition to his outfit, his sensors constantly reminding York of it's new weight. "No, I'll be okay with a knife I think. Quick learner with weapons I think."

Or they were at least going to find out.

"So what's your deal?" A pause. "I mean, what kind of world are you from? Is it another version of earth?" He pulls out the knife to examine it as they walk, calculating the blade and weight and other specs of the weapon.

"We could try and replace it here, if you want. I might have some spare money."

Still, the kid dismisses it and Gladio sighs as he moves forward, gesturing for York to follow him.

"I'm from a world not too different from this one, but with slightly less magic and a lot more tech."

"You'd trust me with an axe?" There's a small smirk that he doesn't bother holding back as he and Gladio start to walk. He's just slightly behind Gladio, allowing him to lead. It would also make Gladio a shield in case shit hit the metaphorical fan.

"What kind of tech?" The android is interested, though he doesn't get his programmed hopes up too high. He's finding that his world is unique with its androids and their sentience. "You guys have magic? Like... actual magic?"

He wants to say it's weird, but it's really not to a lot of people in Temba actually.

"Why wouldn't I?" he asks with a shrug. Hell, Gladio wouldn't even judge the whole being used as a shield. It's what he does.

"Cellphones for one thing. Cloning is a thing too. Though I'll tell you that, despite protests, that cloned meat still tastes like meat. Period. And yeah, we've got real magic. It's rare though."

The line of the Fleurets had magic. Monsters had magic sometimes. And mostly, Noctis had magic.

"Don't worry about it," York quickly responds with. If Gladio doesn't know or have the same things from his world, then York's not going to question it anymore. He had a weapon, and was going along to be helpful. Better than throwing rocks at gulls.

"I don't eat so I'll take your word on what stuff tastes like. And is it... really magic or just science not explained yet?" Because that's what magic seemed to be in his world. Unexplained science. "But cloning is a thing? I mean, we have that but not in the sense that you're talking about really."

Edited 2022-08-21 22:40 (UTC)

"Really science. Gifted to humanity from the gods via a crystal that apparently has some degree of awareness," Gladio answered with a shrug.

Sorry man, he hates to say it, but magic is actually magic in his world.

"Oh yeah, cloning is super a thing."

One of his best friends is a clone after all.

Gods and crystals and magic. It all sounded fucking strange to York. There's no magic to androids, all replicated science that was blowing up in Cyberlife's face with the androids wanting to be treated more like programmed slaves.

"Huh. Interesting. I almost want to hear more about it, but I don't think I'd be able to understand it because there's no magic in my world. It's all science. And as for cloning, we have androids and Cyberlife has factories for production, so that's like cloning to me."

He pulls the knife from where he stashed it to look over the blade. "...It's actually against the law for an android to be in possession of any kind of weapon."

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