[ Gorgug does think for a second after Fabian says it, Can they make Aguefort appear if they say chronomancy enough times?, but it's as brief and as fanciful that it exists only in that moment.
But it's a workable pick, Fabian's logic sound, and Gorgug nods, glad that Fabian seems to be willing to go along with it than make it out as something dumb. ]
Okay, I'll get my stuff.
[ Which mostly involves going towards the door leading out, grabbing his shoes and putting them on, his two throwing axes to attach to the belt he already has one with their holsters, and a bottle of drink for after the fact. Their destination is somewhere in the vast open space of Etraya; plenty of choices, and there's a nice spot with a tree for a landmark and not much else around. No apartments, no buildings; those are all in the opposite direction, and only the dip between this island and the island where a river runs through can be seen if one decides to look out.
It's all very open and plain, is the thing.
But scenery isn't what either of them have come out for (other than what's useful in fighting, which isn't much). There's a giddiness to what's to occur: Gorgug keeping in mind what he's asked to do, and there comes with that a need to actually call forth the kind of rage he's looking for. Thinking up certain triggers he needs to get himself there, hold onto that thought that stirs a discomfort in his belly, and then make it wait on the right moment to bring it out. Snapping into a rage is easy for him, on the level he uses it in a battle--but making it more violent while keeping his head on straight is something entirely different.
And he won't be keeping his head on. Not unless he manages to see over the red of his emotions.
He scuffs his feet when he comes to a stop, looking out to the tree that's become a spectator to their spars, and then unhooking one of the axes into his hands. Right now, things are easy: they don't need to be anything else. Fabian is more oriented to all this, while Gorgug looks and holds himself the same as always: dressed in his usual attire, his expression somewhere in looking uncomfortable in a familiar Gorgug way. There is no smug or cockiness coming out here in the pre-game. ]
We can start like normal. [ And he sounds very much like he usually does, just a quick FYI there, no big deal. Except... ] You can-- say stuff to me? If you want.
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But it's a workable pick, Fabian's logic sound, and Gorgug nods, glad that Fabian seems to be willing to go along with it than make it out as something dumb. ]
Okay, I'll get my stuff.
[ Which mostly involves going towards the door leading out, grabbing his shoes and putting them on, his two throwing axes to attach to the belt he already has one with their holsters, and a bottle of drink for after the fact. Their destination is somewhere in the vast open space of Etraya; plenty of choices, and there's a nice spot with a tree for a landmark and not much else around. No apartments, no buildings; those are all in the opposite direction, and only the dip between this island and the island where a river runs through can be seen if one decides to look out.
It's all very open and plain, is the thing.
But scenery isn't what either of them have come out for (other than what's useful in fighting, which isn't much). There's a giddiness to what's to occur: Gorgug keeping in mind what he's asked to do, and there comes with that a need to actually call forth the kind of rage he's looking for. Thinking up certain triggers he needs to get himself there, hold onto that thought that stirs a discomfort in his belly, and then make it wait on the right moment to bring it out. Snapping into a rage is easy for him, on the level he uses it in a battle--but making it more violent while keeping his head on straight is something entirely different.
And he won't be keeping his head on. Not unless he manages to see over the red of his emotions.
He scuffs his feet when he comes to a stop, looking out to the tree that's become a spectator to their spars, and then unhooking one of the axes into his hands. Right now, things are easy: they don't need to be anything else. Fabian is more oriented to all this, while Gorgug looks and holds himself the same as always: dressed in his usual attire, his expression somewhere in looking uncomfortable in a familiar Gorgug way. There is no smug or cockiness coming out here in the pre-game. ]
We can start like normal. [ And he sounds very much like he usually does, just a quick FYI there, no big deal. Except... ] You can-- say stuff to me? If you want.
[ ...He needs to explain better. ]
Make me mad!
[ P-please. ]