001 | Video | New visitors!

[gruffier]

[ The videos opens to a familiar face who, surprisingly given the past couple of weeks or so, is actually smiling warmly into the camera.

Small portions of his surroundings can be seen in the background, placing his whereabouts in a rather grassy field. ]

Thought you would like to see the recent companions I've come across. [ He says before panning his face out of view and onto a pile of... chicks?

Well. Chocobo chicks to be exact.

There are eight of them from what the camera depicts- their colors ranging from bright yellow, to silver, to a slightly darker mix of the two. Beyond their chirping forms their mother is seen looking curiously on beside them. Another yellow chocobo is seen further off in the field, and with the presence of Torgal attempting to sniff at them from a safe distance, it looks as though Clive is currently surrounded by animals...!]

It appears they are but a few days old. Funny. I never thought you to be the motherly type, Ambrosia— [ Clive playfully mocks at the older chocobo who shakes her winged feathers in response.

"Kweh!"

He'll laugh off screen before inching the camera a bit closer to the chicks, who are scrambling around and practically running over one another in childish excitement. ]

Should anyone have need of a new companion, let me know. While chocobos could prove to be very useful here, I don't think I can handle quite this many.

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[ramuhs]

Hah, I warned you this would happen.

But looks like we'll have to bump up building a stable of sorts.

[gruffier]

I had hoped you weren't right about this...

[ Clive tone seems somewhat exasperated, but he will eventually turn the camera towards a pile of wood that had been recently gathered a few feet away from the hatchlings. ]

Already got a bit of a head start on it, though carpentry has never been much a strong suit of mine.

[ramuhs]

Then it's a good thing we have a few who are. Picked out a good spot for it?

[gruffier]

There's a clearing not too far from our post. Well shaded, and plenty of room for them to roam about.

Figured we start there. [ He'll motion the camera around his surroundings. Sure enough- big, spacious area overlooking the flower fields at a distance. ]

[ramuhs]

Seems familiar...

[He's studying the surroundings, trying to place it.]

Where on the island is it? Any close entrances or tunnels nearby to make access easier, particularly if ever needed to shelter them?

[gruffier]

They're positioned on the south side of the tunnel entrance— less than a malm away. It should easy enough to access that way.

You can come see it for yourself, if you'd like.

[ramuhs]

I'll make my way over. Bit curious about them myself.

[And that would indeed by the camera moving as he starts walking.]

Now I know you're offering them away, but I hope we'll be keeping a few for ourselves?

[gruffier]

Are you asking because you want to tend to a chocobo, or do you have some other venture in mind?

[ramuhs]

[Careful, Clive, he has that gleam in his eye and that little smirk of his that answers everything.]

Bit of both, perhaps?

[gruffier]

Figured you would say that.

[ SIGHS!!! ]

But I do intend to keep a few, if not to make traveling a bit easier on foot.

[ramuhs]

[It's Cid, and he needs to make sure they have as much income as possible since they can only pillage brigands so often.]

Good lad. I have more we can discuss when we get there, so I'll see you in a mo'.

[gruffier]

[ They've survived on much less! Yet Clive can't fault him for wanting to make a generous living here. He only knows half of it will involve himself somehow. ]

Alright. [ To-go answer.

In the meantime he'll gather a bit of his bearings as he waits for Cid to arrive. His hands are full giving so many animals little pets! ]

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[ramuhs]

[Time to stop living like real outlaws and start living like a real community, son.

And after a bit (because walking takes a while) Cid will have sauntered his way over to where Clive is. Torgal will perk his head up and wag his tail seeing him, Cid grinning as he gives the wolfhound an affection head ruffle before whistling at all those little chicks running about.]

Ambrosia certainly has her feathers full, doesn't she? Though I suppose you make a fine enough babysitter.