Are you ready for the thunder?
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spira_rpLumi had a feeling that the Pulse trip owed a lot to his ship. While it wasn't a major part of the expedition, its existence and Ignis's examination of it had certainly spurred the question of whether it would be possible to visit the lost continent. If the ship had survived in unforgiving conditions in the Vile Peaks, who knew what had managed to stand the test of time on Pulse? When Ignis had put the question to him, he'd almost agreed before taking the matter to Marluxia, the idea of camping for months be damned, but he had been prudent enough not to speak for him.
They had, of course, both seen the benefit in being part of an exploration party. Between new flora to examine and the possibility of finding spare parts for the airship, they'd been happy to agree to it. The hefty paycheque also hadn't been something they'd felt any reason to turn down.
They had been given a map of the country so they could find the aerodrome which, it turned out, wasn't an aerodrome so much as a heavily repurposed and rather old fort they no longer had a use for in peacetime. Lumi had to take a moment to admire their frugality on the matter, but it was never going to win awards for user-friendliness, not like the purpose-built models. Not without some major investment.
Still, it was testament to their origins.
The Kingdom had been built from the ground up in the period following the fall of technology and, at least outside the walls, it showed. Inside their walled capital, apparently variously referred to as Crown City or Insomnia, a truly odd name for a city if Lumi was allowed to voice an opinion, development had moved beyond the normal rate to the rest of the world. The only place he could even compare to it was Midgar and they had, unfortunately, grown too ambitious with their city planning. Other countries, particularly those in Ivalice, had reclaimed and repurposed Machina, piggybacking first and then developing their own models and gadgets with the blueprints of the ancient devices to work from. Lucis, conversely, seemed to have invented everything from the ground up, their ideas and ingenuity free-flowing in comparison.
Lumi, probably more than anybody, felt extremely taken by Lucis.
The city was the most modern collection of buildings he had seen in the entirety of Spira. Skyscrapers dominated the horizon, roads and purpose-buildt elevated roadways, both tracked for trains and bare for cars, ran through the city like veins. Had he known Lucis had existed like this prior to arriving he wouldn't have gone anywhere else. Certainly none of the rough hewn ruins calling themselves 'cities' that, against all reason, were still inhabited. That it was so modern, so much closer to what he looked for in a city, almost made him forget that it was situated on the most absurd of Spiran oddities -- a floating continent.
From what he'd seen of Eos so far, it was miserable desert. Scrubland at best. He'd had no small amount of second thoughts when they'd alighted in the aerodrome, a spit-shined building surrounded by sand, but they'd been put to rest when the car, and later the hotel, had turned out to be air conditioned.
He'd wondered aloud if it was too early to sell the Rozarrian cottage.
Marluxia hadn't been pleased.
Settling in had been easy enough. The hotel had all mod cons and they were free to wander and make use of the facilities, according to Ignis. That news had, apparently, been delivered to soften the blow on the subject of 'tagging'. Lumi didn't mind too much, despite not being a Mistant, not really. At least they got to pick their rank, a subject on which Lumi was still deliberating. They had an evening to make the decision, at least. Before that, a visit to the restaurant was in order.
Lumi had looked forward to it, staring distractedly out of the wall-encompassing window of their room's dedicated lounge as night fell and the lights came on. He wasn't fussy when it came to what he had to eat, but he was still able to appreciate expensive and gourmet food and he was hoping that it lived up to the standards of the fancy hotel as the two walked down there.
They had, of course, both seen the benefit in being part of an exploration party. Between new flora to examine and the possibility of finding spare parts for the airship, they'd been happy to agree to it. The hefty paycheque also hadn't been something they'd felt any reason to turn down.
They had been given a map of the country so they could find the aerodrome which, it turned out, wasn't an aerodrome so much as a heavily repurposed and rather old fort they no longer had a use for in peacetime. Lumi had to take a moment to admire their frugality on the matter, but it was never going to win awards for user-friendliness, not like the purpose-built models. Not without some major investment.
Still, it was testament to their origins.
The Kingdom had been built from the ground up in the period following the fall of technology and, at least outside the walls, it showed. Inside their walled capital, apparently variously referred to as Crown City or Insomnia, a truly odd name for a city if Lumi was allowed to voice an opinion, development had moved beyond the normal rate to the rest of the world. The only place he could even compare to it was Midgar and they had, unfortunately, grown too ambitious with their city planning. Other countries, particularly those in Ivalice, had reclaimed and repurposed Machina, piggybacking first and then developing their own models and gadgets with the blueprints of the ancient devices to work from. Lucis, conversely, seemed to have invented everything from the ground up, their ideas and ingenuity free-flowing in comparison.
Lumi, probably more than anybody, felt extremely taken by Lucis.
The city was the most modern collection of buildings he had seen in the entirety of Spira. Skyscrapers dominated the horizon, roads and purpose-buildt elevated roadways, both tracked for trains and bare for cars, ran through the city like veins. Had he known Lucis had existed like this prior to arriving he wouldn't have gone anywhere else. Certainly none of the rough hewn ruins calling themselves 'cities' that, against all reason, were still inhabited. That it was so modern, so much closer to what he looked for in a city, almost made him forget that it was situated on the most absurd of Spiran oddities -- a floating continent.
From what he'd seen of Eos so far, it was miserable desert. Scrubland at best. He'd had no small amount of second thoughts when they'd alighted in the aerodrome, a spit-shined building surrounded by sand, but they'd been put to rest when the car, and later the hotel, had turned out to be air conditioned.
He'd wondered aloud if it was too early to sell the Rozarrian cottage.
Marluxia hadn't been pleased.
Settling in had been easy enough. The hotel had all mod cons and they were free to wander and make use of the facilities, according to Ignis. That news had, apparently, been delivered to soften the blow on the subject of 'tagging'. Lumi didn't mind too much, despite not being a Mistant, not really. At least they got to pick their rank, a subject on which Lumi was still deliberating. They had an evening to make the decision, at least. Before that, a visit to the restaurant was in order.
Lumi had looked forward to it, staring distractedly out of the wall-encompassing window of their room's dedicated lounge as night fell and the lights came on. He wasn't fussy when it came to what he had to eat, but he was still able to appreciate expensive and gourmet food and he was hoping that it lived up to the standards of the fancy hotel as the two walked down there.
