[Wincing eyes and blurry visions greet the boy as he rises from this unknown stupor. A gloomy hand raises to his temple as he fights off the tell-tale signs of a headache. As consciousness begins to drift into him, his eyebrows furrow. The aether was strange, he thought. Or, rather, he couldn't feel the aether at all. The feeling was strange, like a thousand silent bells ringing simultaneously. He lets out an exasperate sigh as his vision extends out to his surroundings. Nope, none of this was familiar. And the rising annoyance in the pit of his stomach started to make him feel that nothing about his presence circumstances was going to be pleasant.]
To whom do I owe this slice of fresh hell? My boot has a few choice words to say to their face.
B. The Grump Strikes Out
[Despite his earlier statements, Palom listens to the staff's description of his predicament with quiet deference, although his face scrunched like he just sucked a lemon. Sure, they were annoying, but even at his most bothered he knows not to shoot the messenger. Still, there is one point that really bothers him:]
So, instead of finding out about why people are being displaced from their homes, time, and space, you have decided that it is better to just make their lives comfortable. Are you cowards, or do you just have a lot of lumber that you aren't using.
[A hand comes to his hip, knowing that venting wouldn't get him anywhere.]
Alright, look. I just have one question. Have you heard anybody else mention the city of Mysidia? I want to know if anybody else- [survived. No, he decides to end it there and draws his gaze around to anybody that was listening in.] Well?
D. The Grump Strikes Back
[He could handle the new situation. He could handle the cheery chattering heads that were way too happy for the predicament. But the one thing he absolutely could not stand--?]
I know all of that. I told you once already, I have been a Black Mage before. I AM a Black Mage. You have not heard, because you are in this backwater location and take in any adle-brained adventurer that happens to go through those doors, but you are not talking about a novice. I do NOT need training. I could probably train YOU. So just give me that darn magic stone and point me in the direction of a cave that needs clearing out and I will overlook this embarrassing scene.
[Gee, Palom, why do you think that's not working? Regardless, he is folding his arms and leaning in with a death glare as an annoyed foot taps rhythmically on the ground.]
Palom | Final Fantasy IV: The After Years
[Wincing eyes and blurry visions greet the boy as he rises from this unknown stupor. A gloomy hand raises to his temple as he fights off the tell-tale signs of a headache. As consciousness begins to drift into him, his eyebrows furrow. The aether was strange, he thought. Or, rather, he couldn't feel the aether at all. The feeling was strange, like a thousand silent bells ringing simultaneously. He lets out an exasperate sigh as his vision extends out to his surroundings. Nope, none of this was familiar. And the rising annoyance in the pit of his stomach started to make him feel that nothing about his presence circumstances was going to be pleasant.]
To whom do I owe this slice of fresh hell? My boot has a few choice words to say to their face.
B. The Grump Strikes Out
[Despite his earlier statements, Palom listens to the staff's description of his predicament with quiet deference, although his face scrunched like he just sucked a lemon. Sure, they were annoying, but even at his most bothered he knows not to shoot the messenger. Still, there is one point that really bothers him:]
So, instead of finding out about why people are being displaced from their homes, time, and space, you have decided that it is better to just make their lives comfortable. Are you cowards, or do you just have a lot of lumber that you aren't using.
[A hand comes to his hip, knowing that venting wouldn't get him anywhere.]
Alright, look. I just have one question. Have you heard anybody else mention the city of Mysidia? I want to know if anybody else- [survived. No, he decides to end it there and draws his gaze around to anybody that was listening in.] Well?
D. The Grump Strikes Back
[He could handle the new situation. He could handle the cheery chattering heads that were way too happy for the predicament. But the one thing he absolutely could not stand--?]
I know all of that. I told you once already, I have been a Black Mage before. I AM a Black Mage. You have not heard, because you are in this backwater location and take in any adle-brained adventurer that happens to go through those doors, but you are not talking about a novice. I do NOT need training. I could probably train YOU. So just give me that darn magic stone and point me in the direction of a cave that needs clearing out and I will overlook this embarrassing scene.
[Gee, Palom, why do you think that's not working? Regardless, he is folding his arms and leaning in with a death glare as an annoyed foot taps rhythmically on the ground.]