[Open] A Party Of Two

[stitch_witch]

WHO: Lark (and Little Bear), Open
WHERE: Peanut Party
WHAT: A Woman and her Dog on a Spaceship
WHEN: During The Ship Event
WARNINGS: N/A

Music as a lure was not something that shocked Lark. Had Sandry and her student not used music and dance to lure people before? This made sense, and it was in a way more pleasant than other means by which they had been brought to the ships before.

It also helped that she could not be quite so upset about it as she watched what was happening now.

Lark sat near where the forest turned to beach and laughed as Little Bear went loping off after the recently thrown stick. The dog was having so much fun, his tail wagging wildly as he bounced onto it and caught it up. Then the dog's sets flirted one way and the other before he raced back to her, dropping the stick with a proud little wuff.

"My arm is getting sore. Perhaps it is time to take a rest," she suggests to the dog. And only earned another little bark.

"Or not," Lark laughed, catching up the stick again to toss. "I fear I'll have to get someone else to help me entertain you, Little Bear."

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[fatedsacrifice]

Noctis had been wandering around, feeling like a little kid in a candy store. It was nice to see that the ships had returned and he was pretty sure that he wasn't going to have to warp from one to the other to take them down as he had so long ago.

That had been a huge pain in the ass.

But he heard barking and went to investigate. Sure enough he spotted Lark lifting the stick.

Walking over to them, he nodded to her. "Hey I can help entertain him."

[stitch_witch]

Ah. Lark smiles and nods to the other man.

"That would be quite appreciated. He has a good bit of energy. I think it is something in the music."

And she truly cannot keep up with him.

[fatedsacrifice]

Noct smiled and got down on one knee, waiting for his furry friend to come over.

"He always seems to have a lot of energy. Wish he'd let us borrow it from time to time."

[stitch_witch]

The dog does, of course, gallop over eagerly so he can lick all over Noctis's hands and face if he's given the chance. Of course this definitely leads to a dropping of the stick. Multi-tasking!

"Indeed. But he is little more than a pup himself, so it makes sense."

[fatedsacrifice]

The king just laughed good naturedly as the dog licked him. But then the stick was dropped and Noct picked it up before throwing it a moment later.

Looking over at Lark, he nodded. "One day he'll grow out of it."

[stitch_witch]

The thrown stick immediately has Little Bear bolting off after it, as a good dog should.

"Perhaps he shall," she agrees. "But for now he needs the energy dealt with, so I am grateful."

[fatedsacrifice]

Standing up and dusting himself off, he smiled. "He'll definitely keep you going here, and he's one of the best guardians here."

[stitch_witch]

"He is," she agrees with a smile. Not that she is defenseless. Being the equivalent of a priestess or monk does not mean she is a pacifist. Just that her order does not believe in starting things, only ending them if they are started.

"He reminds me of the children, and that brings me some measure of comfort."

[fatedsacrifice]

Noct nodded. "He reminds you of children you knew from back home?" Then again it made a whole lot of sense. "Come to think of it, I haven't seen anything like him here. So you're lucky."

[stitch_witch]

"Oh yes. The children adopted him, and so he reminds me of them," she says, her voice soft and sad. She missed all of them dearly, even though they were all gone from home at that point. "So he is the touchstone I have to home. Yes, I am quite lucky to have him."

[fatedsacrifice]

The king nodded and stretched his frame a little bit. He briefly thought of Umbra and Pryna but even if he could, he wouldn't wish them here. They needed to be with their mistress or with Gentiana.

Of course the pup came back and Noctis tossed it again for him and shook his head. "It's a comfort to have someone from home."

[stitch_witch]

"I suppose it is," she says with a smile. This isn't as much of a comfort as it could be. But she was also glad that those she loved were still living their lives. "Do you have anyone familiar around?"

[fatedsacrifice]

At her question, Noct had just retrieved the stick from the pup's mouth and gave him a pet on the head. With a nod, he threw the stick again and looked back at Lark.

"Ya, he's my Shield back home, but here..he's more than that."

Because they both had the freedom to be that in this place.

[sunglassesincluded]

Wesker has been exploring the ship ever since being lured there and he keeps finding new areas. That his current projects have been brought to a halt is not something he is pleased with but it isn't something he can change either. what he can do is contemplate the viability of moving some of his projects onto the ship he has been assigned to...

It's pure coincidence that the man comes across Lark and Little Bear. He studies them for a few short moments before approaching. "He is the only dog on this entire planet, isn't he." Wesker observes with a small tip of his head in greeting. This lady is not someone he has spoken to before.

[stitch_witch]

What a strange man, with strange glasses.

"Yes," she agrees with a gentle nod of her head. "Little Bear seems to be the only there is. I do not know if there was one here before he came, but I have not known another here since."

[sunglassesincluded]

At least the dark glasses match his equally dark outfit of black leather.

He gives a small nod himself at that reply, taking a moment to consider the canine. Wesker isn't a pet person, but he has worked with some of the guard dogs at the mansion. They were well trained and followed orders well, which has been something Wesker could appreciate.

"Albert Wesker." He opts to introduce himself. "It appears we are trapped on the same ship."

[stitch_witch]

Yes, she must admit they match. But surely he could use a nice flash of color. Perhaps something in blue. OR crimson. Yes, that would be nice.

"Lark. And it is a lovelier ship than we have had before. It is wondrous. I do not feel trapped."

[sunglassesincluded]

"It's an upgrade." He agrees tentatively. His own excitement over this new situation remains fairly limited.

"Hopefully they don't plan to launch us into space without warning." These surprises are getting annoying.

[stitch_witch]

Well it is reasonable for those who are more experienced in technology to be less wowed by what has been offered to them. A ship, with a forest? It's just a wonder to her.

"Yes, the trip to Eorzea was rather jarringly sudden I suppose."

[sunglassesincluded]

"Eorzea?" Wesker inquires, a dozen questions compacted into a single word. He may have been here for a couple of months by now but Wesker has yet to actually leave this planet. If there are solutions to be found elsewhere he can't say. New opportunities and resources, possibly.

"How many of these trips have there been?"

[stitch_witch]

"I have only been on the one. But they have happened from my understanding. To a few worlds. We were asked to find..."

How does she explain them?

"The Agrii thought there were secrets there we needed to acquire. To connect to. I think people found stones, with art on them. Crafted by the plant-kin that live here."

She doesn't know what happened with those actually.

[sunglassesincluded]

The plantkin. Yes. He has learned a few things about those while underground. It may be worth seeking them out by himself after switching expertises. That there would be important pieces necessary to solve their situation on different worlds isn't a strange thought for him. It makes sense to spread out necessary items over different locations. It's a valid strategy to protect important information. A strategy he often uses himself.

"But this main objective wasn't the only thing you were able to do." Wesker assumes. Lark didn't sound like she was involved with seeking those items herself.

[stitch_witch]

"Of course not," she says with a smile. "I spent time with their weaver's crafting guild, learning new methods of creation, new fabrics, and new fiber plants."

Which had helped her here quite a bit. It had been a delight for her, to get to talk to other crafters again.

[sunglassesincluded]

"Hm." Wesker gives a small nod. "Have you been putting these new methods to use since then?"

Weaving and working with fabrics is not a useless skill in the situation they all have found themselves in.

[stitch_witch]

"I have made use of some," she agrees. "But with my limited time, I still rely heavily upon my magic."

Which she would not choose to do back home. Things here required more active work when she is the primary provider of cloth.