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revivalproject2023-06-09 09:48 am
ziedrich_bearer) wrote in revivalproject2023-06-09 09:48 am
[Calibrations] My Heart Is An Armory
WHO: Gladiolus Amicita, OTA
WHERE: Gladio's Calibration Room
WHAT: Calibrations
WHEN: June 10th to July 10th
WARNINGS: One possible memory set involves death of a father.
Another year, another really creepy sleep meeting. Who would have guessed it? At least Gladio's room isn't nearly as large this year as it was last year. It's still a large space though, a room made of black marble shot through with white veins, with walls of white stone accented with gold and gray. Really, there's a whole color theme going on, with nearly everything being in one of those four shades: black, white, silver, gold. Honestly, it fits well with the complex uniform of the same colors that Gladiolus was wearing as he moved through the space, inspecting the contents.
What it's definitely got a lot of contents to inspect. There is no denying that this room is an armory of sorts, the walls lined with swords, shields, armor, even guns. Many things are almost identical in appearance, many of them marked with motifs of skulls, or a figure surrounded by blades. Clearly some sort of important iconography going on, right down to the subtle repetition of it on Gladio's own uniform.
"Haven't been here in years," Gladio observed as he moved up and down the racks of weapons. He did pause as he looked through some displays though, inspecting what he found there the best he can. "Feels like an eternity."
Perhaps it had been. Some weapons, here and there, seem rusted or broken, when viewed from the corner of the eye. But that's something else, something unimportant. Don't think about it too much, it's probably better that way.
Gladio moves through the rows and racks to a table with some specific weapons laid out on it, and he pauses, looking at them. Among them are a gun suitable to a smaller hand, a sword that almost looks to have engine parts in it, a large silvery spear, and a large shieldcw: death of a father emblazoned with an eagle. Nearby them rests a metal arm, perhaps a prosthetic.
"Haven't seen any of these in a long while either. Wonder why they're here. Don't think any of them were ever armory pieces. Personal arms never ended up in the royal stores after all."
With a sigh he turns his attention back to the stores here. "Not that the royal stores aren't good quality. Can you believe punishment duty was counting this stuff?"
[OOC: For Gladio any memory taken will results in two segments of memory playing out related to similar content. An alternative exit is to talk to interrogate Gladio about the whys of the armory, punishments, or why he'd even have access to it.]
WHERE: Gladio's Calibration Room
WHAT: Calibrations
WHEN: June 10th to July 10th
WARNINGS: One possible memory set involves death of a father.
Another year, another really creepy sleep meeting. Who would have guessed it? At least Gladio's room isn't nearly as large this year as it was last year. It's still a large space though, a room made of black marble shot through with white veins, with walls of white stone accented with gold and gray. Really, there's a whole color theme going on, with nearly everything being in one of those four shades: black, white, silver, gold. Honestly, it fits well with the complex uniform of the same colors that Gladiolus was wearing as he moved through the space, inspecting the contents.
What it's definitely got a lot of contents to inspect. There is no denying that this room is an armory of sorts, the walls lined with swords, shields, armor, even guns. Many things are almost identical in appearance, many of them marked with motifs of skulls, or a figure surrounded by blades. Clearly some sort of important iconography going on, right down to the subtle repetition of it on Gladio's own uniform.
"Haven't been here in years," Gladio observed as he moved up and down the racks of weapons. He did pause as he looked through some displays though, inspecting what he found there the best he can. "Feels like an eternity."
Perhaps it had been. Some weapons, here and there, seem rusted or broken, when viewed from the corner of the eye. But that's something else, something unimportant. Don't think about it too much, it's probably better that way.
Gladio moves through the rows and racks to a table with some specific weapons laid out on it, and he pauses, looking at them. Among them are a gun suitable to a smaller hand, a sword that almost looks to have engine parts in it, a large silvery spear, and a large shield
"Haven't seen any of these in a long while either. Wonder why they're here. Don't think any of them were ever armory pieces. Personal arms never ended up in the royal stores after all."
With a sigh he turns his attention back to the stores here. "Not that the royal stores aren't good quality. Can you believe punishment duty was counting this stuff?"
[OOC: For Gladio any memory taken will results in two segments of memory playing out related to similar content. An alternative exit is to talk to interrogate Gladio about the whys of the armory, punishments, or why he'd even have access to it.]
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And it's just who they are. The fact that Gladio could break the chain to be like this was entirely the circumstances.
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Deep down he knew it could've all been another heir along the way, but Noctis was the one who'd been chosen by the crystal.
"I'm sure he knows by now how your Dad felt." And the pain of guilt still ran deep at hearing that Gladio's dad loved him. "Since you've been here, have you tried to talk to him at all? Your Dad I mean. Do you think he can hear you or see what's going on?"
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"No. I never tried, after... after. Lingering on is something for your family, and that of the Oracles. Not for Shields."
Well, except for Gilgamesh, but whatever, he doesn't count.
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He quietly spoke to his own father from time to time as had been custom on Eos. And he only got to see him for a few moments, especially as his father's sword plunged into his chest.
"Fair enough." the king replied, in his usual quiet tone. But his eyes had followed the Shield's gaze and looked at Gladio. "Do you want me to go?"
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Was he going to use a chair to keep his room door closed and maybe be a bit more physically attentive in his affections? Yeah. Working out could wait until later.
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As if Gladio wouldn't ever be.
"I'll get going then and I'll see you later."
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"Yeah. I'll look forward to it, my King, my Love."
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He really wanted to stay but knew it was better to get out of this place.
"I'm going to have you repeat those words."
And slowly he forced himself to get out of there.