(For me and Sorin.
This takes place after "In the Zone" on Multiverse Expanse.)
The concentric circles of the station whirled around one another, crossing back and forth, encompassing the small circular platform in the center of the makeshift sphere as well as the computer used to activate it. The Moogle nearby floated patiently, having adjusted some of the parameters of the various simulations, updated them as best as he could in light of the information discussed about the newer threats, from beings of pure shadow to ones that… frankly made no sense.
This arena was hard to find, and rarely visited since the two male humans and the female one came by years ago. Or was it weeks ago? Or centuries? Hours? Time was a weird soup, and the Moogle did not particularly care for it. Or for soup. Except when he did which was not today… probably.
Granted, Moogles did not live that long, so centuries were likely not the case, but time was different here. Due to the technology on hand and various forces of magic, time was dilated significantly, to the point of hours taking seconds, more so the faster the rotations above. It could not stop time, not completely, but was still useful for certain training mechanisms. The mind could learn, the body as well, but not physically age more than it would be outside.
The one who came seemed a bit older than the female, with marks the Moogle could recognize as those of the Unversed, using equipment tainted by the dark. Or perhaps enhanced? It is odd with those people. Either way, she had been in the training a few sessions now, and had him increase the speed to allow for more sessions and training in general without sacrificing time. Apparently there was some kind of rescue mission?
The whirling wheels slowed to a stop, light glowing brightly on the central platform… and it faded out, leaving the woman.
Azumi Tamashī stepped out of the chamber, stretching. She had been through many rounds, but still needed to be sure she could control her darkness to make her fighting style more reliable. She lowered her hood, wiping some sweat from her brow, then donned it again.
"Any incoming signals?"
"Not many yet, but…. Wait… there is one coming, kupo. The one you were expecting, kupo?"
Azumi shrugged, leaning against a nearby wall. She hoped it was her, but… well, if not, she had to get ready still. But it was best to make sure of who was coming through.
This takes place after "In the Zone" on Multiverse Expanse.)
The concentric circles of the station whirled around one another, crossing back and forth, encompassing the small circular platform in the center of the makeshift sphere as well as the computer used to activate it. The Moogle nearby floated patiently, having adjusted some of the parameters of the various simulations, updated them as best as he could in light of the information discussed about the newer threats, from beings of pure shadow to ones that… frankly made no sense.
This arena was hard to find, and rarely visited since the two male humans and the female one came by years ago. Or was it weeks ago? Or centuries? Hours? Time was a weird soup, and the Moogle did not particularly care for it. Or for soup. Except when he did which was not today… probably.
Granted, Moogles did not live that long, so centuries were likely not the case, but time was different here. Due to the technology on hand and various forces of magic, time was dilated significantly, to the point of hours taking seconds, more so the faster the rotations above. It could not stop time, not completely, but was still useful for certain training mechanisms. The mind could learn, the body as well, but not physically age more than it would be outside.
The one who came seemed a bit older than the female, with marks the Moogle could recognize as those of the Unversed, using equipment tainted by the dark. Or perhaps enhanced? It is odd with those people. Either way, she had been in the training a few sessions now, and had him increase the speed to allow for more sessions and training in general without sacrificing time. Apparently there was some kind of rescue mission?
The whirling wheels slowed to a stop, light glowing brightly on the central platform… and it faded out, leaving the woman.
Azumi Tamashī stepped out of the chamber, stretching. She had been through many rounds, but still needed to be sure she could control her darkness to make her fighting style more reliable. She lowered her hood, wiping some sweat from her brow, then donned it again.
"Any incoming signals?"
"Not many yet, but…. Wait… there is one coming, kupo. The one you were expecting, kupo?"
Azumi shrugged, leaning against a nearby wall. She hoped it was her, but… well, if not, she had to get ready still. But it was best to make sure of who was coming through.