Post by Vance Finiraldi on Jun 22, 2022 17:25:37 GMT -5
Clutching her jar tightly as she took cover behind her master, Myfanwy peeked warily over Vance's shoulder, unnerved by the stark contrast between the friendly player from just moments ago and the now-feral Elf Beast that was staring down at the rest of the group. The Crusader was eying Resin just as cautiously. Though the mobs were vanquished, he kept his sword drawn and at his side, his arm at rest in an attempt to avoid further agitating her, ready to defend himself should she make the sudden decision to turn on the party.
It was then when she uttered her first words her transformation, none of them being recognizable in any of the major languages used today, or any language in general, if the translation software installed in Claude's computer and running in the background were to be believed. However, he did hear enough of its cadences and linguistical quirks from elsewhere, most notably when he was last with Douken and Aether right before the restoration of Fort Ouph, to recognize it for what it was — the game's 'ancient' elven tongue.
Unfortunately, it was all still incredibly foreign to his ears, and it would likely remain so for the foreseeable future. His spiritual link with Lanceor that theoretically would have allowed him to understand her in a near-instant had long since been completely severed in favor of a nascent power that was, as far as anyone knew, entirely his own. Hence, there was no longer any knowledge or memories from him to draw from. Not to mention Vance doubted that Lanceor would allow him such a reprieve either way, given how disagreeable he was with him when he was still around.
A look of surprise flashed briefly on his face as Mouse managed to utter a response that showed she at least clearly understood the Lyorn's words, if not the context. He glanced in the Runechemist's direction, briefly making eye contact with her, as he tried to make sense of the implications. There was no way that this player would have fluency in a language made specifically for a game that was released only some time ago. The only other option he could think of was that her character had a deeper connection to the game world than most other players, allowing the player to understand what she normally would not be able to. Perhaps she also had...
No... that was something to settle with her later. What's most important thing right now is the person before them acting as if she were a completely different entity.
Vance switched to Whisper and spoke directly to Mouse, his lips moving soundlessly to everyone but her as he kept his eyes trained on the hostile Lyorn. "Mouse... if my guess as to how you're able to understand Elvish is anywhere close to being correct, then we had something in common. But regardless, since you're able to do so" — he gestured toward Resin with a faint, upward tilt of his head — "please keep her busy for a bit and see if she's... okay. I'm going to get in contact and confirm something with someone who is acquainted with her personally, and hope that my hunch is wrong. Don't worry, I got your back."
While Mouse continue to try to placate their party leader, the Crusader immediately switched to his UI and brought up his contact list, spotting the name of the one person he needed to speak to among the few that were available and online. Though he normally hesitated to bring other players into his affairs, he did not want to do anything to Resin without confirming what was going on with her player. Besides, he was no longer... normal like the rest in a certain sense of the word, and this exception would get him the answers he needed faster. In the real world, Claude pulled his keyboard try closer as he began to type out a hurried Flash Mail.
It was then when she uttered her first words her transformation, none of them being recognizable in any of the major languages used today, or any language in general, if the translation software installed in Claude's computer and running in the background were to be believed. However, he did hear enough of its cadences and linguistical quirks from elsewhere, most notably when he was last with Douken and Aether right before the restoration of Fort Ouph, to recognize it for what it was — the game's 'ancient' elven tongue.
Unfortunately, it was all still incredibly foreign to his ears, and it would likely remain so for the foreseeable future. His spiritual link with Lanceor that theoretically would have allowed him to understand her in a near-instant had long since been completely severed in favor of a nascent power that was, as far as anyone knew, entirely his own. Hence, there was no longer any knowledge or memories from him to draw from. Not to mention Vance doubted that Lanceor would allow him such a reprieve either way, given how disagreeable he was with him when he was still around.
A look of surprise flashed briefly on his face as Mouse managed to utter a response that showed she at least clearly understood the Lyorn's words, if not the context. He glanced in the Runechemist's direction, briefly making eye contact with her, as he tried to make sense of the implications. There was no way that this player would have fluency in a language made specifically for a game that was released only some time ago. The only other option he could think of was that her character had a deeper connection to the game world than most other players, allowing the player to understand what she normally would not be able to. Perhaps she also had...
No... that was something to settle with her later. What's most important thing right now is the person before them acting as if she were a completely different entity.
Vance switched to Whisper and spoke directly to Mouse, his lips moving soundlessly to everyone but her as he kept his eyes trained on the hostile Lyorn. "Mouse... if my guess as to how you're able to understand Elvish is anywhere close to being correct, then we had something in common. But regardless, since you're able to do so" — he gestured toward Resin with a faint, upward tilt of his head — "please keep her busy for a bit and see if she's... okay. I'm going to get in contact and confirm something with someone who is acquainted with her personally, and hope that my hunch is wrong. Don't worry, I got your back."
While Mouse continue to try to placate their party leader, the Crusader immediately switched to his UI and brought up his contact list, spotting the name of the one person he needed to speak to among the few that were available and online. Though he normally hesitated to bring other players into his affairs, he did not want to do anything to Resin without confirming what was going on with her player. Besides, he was no longer... normal like the rest in a certain sense of the word, and this exception would get him the answers he needed faster. In the real world, Claude pulled his keyboard try closer as he began to type out a hurried Flash Mail.
Vance Finiraldi: Douken, this is urgent. I'll explain in full later, but Resin is behaving strangely. You know her outside the game, right? Could you do a quick check on her for me?