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Clive Rosfield. ([personal profile] gruffier) wrote in [community profile] shellphones2024-06-04 05:02 pm

001 | Video | New visitors!

[ 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.
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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...!
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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.
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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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[personal profile] yuezun 2024-06-10 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
This venerable one is not new to difficult tasks. He is willing to do the work.

[And pass the work on to Orchid who could charm just about anything into behaving itself with her kind manner.]

This venerable one has chickens that are about the size the children are now. They brood too much on empty eggs. They will be good companions until it grows larger. They will be very happy to have a child to mother when it is need of attention at times this venerable one and his crew are otherwise busy with our own duties.

[As he says this, he moves his camera to show the corner of a very spacious ship cabin with floor to ceiling windows along one wall that has been overtake by six chickens with feathers that were a warm golden color. A couple of them were clearly 'brooding' while the others were fussing like - well, like mother hens - over a large black cat laying in the middle of their area and purring loudly. The cat was very large for what looked like type of housecat.]

Deathstar is a capable guardian as well. Do not let his apparent laziness fool you.