To say Ignis was thunderstruck by the underground training facility was an understatement. He'd been aware that a training facility existed in the Palace's basement, but he'd expected it to be just that; a basement. Something with walls, and a ceiling, certainly.
He wondered at the magitek involved in its existence, and it had to be magitek somewhere along the line. It used the same borrowed weather as the gardens, complete with sky. He'd been willing to accept that the cavern roof in which the Palace sat might be a long way up, allowing the illusion of sky to be projected over it, and the weather to be implemented in some other manner, but the underground facility proved otherwise. They couldn't be more than twenty or thirty metres below the Palace, and yet overhead was blue skies with idly passing clouds.
Yet the long term residents seemed well accustomed to the space. Kadaj had led them down an otherwise innocuous door into open air without so much as a pause or a 'brace yourselves'.
The sand beneath their feet seemed real. Ignis threw decorum aside in order to stoop down and grab a handful. The fine grains slipped through his fingers, entirely real, the stream blowing sideways in the soft breeze.
"It looks like you could build a city in here," he murmured, looking off into the distant horizon which went so far beyond the known borders of the Palace that it seemed inconceivable that they were walled in.
Little wonder that they used it for Summoning practice. Ignis had done a little reading on the subject of Summoning, which seemed as intricate and esoteric in its ways as Alchemy. For someone to be a skilled Summoner they had to possess not just tactical acumen, but significant chakra reserves, and the ability to maintain one's composure under battle conditions.
Admittedly, these were not traits he'd considered someone like Kadaj to possess. Nor Tayuya, if he was honest. He'd found her to be a forthright young woman prone to letting off steam in the form of curses. Ignis had thought he knew most of the Ivalician swear words, but it turned out he'd been mistaken.
Summons, he'd learned, could vary in size but trended to the large. The book he'd found had artistic depictions of a number of the Aeons known to exist. One of them had been Bahamut. The resemblance was uncanny, but then it would be if the term simply meant 'dragon' as it had in Lucis.
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Date: 2019-08-15 01:39 pm (UTC)He wondered at the magitek involved in its existence, and it had to be magitek somewhere along the line. It used the same borrowed weather as the gardens, complete with sky. He'd been willing to accept that the cavern roof in which the Palace sat might be a long way up, allowing the illusion of sky to be projected over it, and the weather to be implemented in some other manner, but the underground facility proved otherwise. They couldn't be more than twenty or thirty metres below the Palace, and yet overhead was blue skies with idly passing clouds.
Yet the long term residents seemed well accustomed to the space. Kadaj had led them down an otherwise innocuous door into open air without so much as a pause or a 'brace yourselves'.
The sand beneath their feet seemed real. Ignis threw decorum aside in order to stoop down and grab a handful. The fine grains slipped through his fingers, entirely real, the stream blowing sideways in the soft breeze.
"It looks like you could build a city in here," he murmured, looking off into the distant horizon which went so far beyond the known borders of the Palace that it seemed inconceivable that they were walled in.
Little wonder that they used it for Summoning practice. Ignis had done a little reading on the subject of Summoning, which seemed as intricate and esoteric in its ways as Alchemy. For someone to be a skilled Summoner they had to possess not just tactical acumen, but significant chakra reserves, and the ability to maintain one's composure under battle conditions.
Admittedly, these were not traits he'd considered someone like Kadaj to possess. Nor Tayuya, if he was honest. He'd found her to be a forthright young woman prone to letting off steam in the form of curses. Ignis had thought he knew most of the Ivalician swear words, but it turned out he'd been mistaken.
Summons, he'd learned, could vary in size but trended to the large. The book he'd found had artistic depictions of a number of the Aeons known to exist. One of them had been Bahamut. The resemblance was uncanny, but then it would be if the term simply meant 'dragon' as it had in Lucis.