Even knowing that they share (part of) the same soul, Dionysos' similarities with himself never fails to surprise him. With a huff of a laugh, he says, "We are the same in that regard, then." He continues to explain, "The Omicrons shed their flesh in favour of machine. I'm afraid I find them rather more difficult to understand, for their lines of logic are... quaint."
To say the least.
Clasping his hands together, he forms a replica of his beloved steed, a black chocobo. The nature of dream walking means that the conveniences of constructing creations that aid in their traversal is merely a concentrated thought away.
Sitting astride his feathered steed, he points up at the silhouette of the area outside Base Omicron, all dimly glowing lights and metal in perfectly geometric shapes. "Let us pay them a visit."
He remembers how some Omicron units had immediately engaged in combat upon arrival, and he expects it to be no different this time.
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Date: 2024-03-14 02:56 pm (UTC)To say the least.
Clasping his hands together, he forms a replica of his beloved steed, a black chocobo. The nature of dream walking means that the conveniences of constructing creations that aid in their traversal is merely a concentrated thought away.
Sitting astride his feathered steed, he points up at the silhouette of the area outside Base Omicron, all dimly glowing lights and metal in perfectly geometric shapes. "Let us pay them a visit."
He remembers how some Omicron units had immediately engaged in combat upon arrival, and he expects it to be no different this time.