A young heir stuck in an old family tradition- up until a couple weeks ago, Noel had been no more than yet another cliche story. Had anyone asked him about his fate back then, the dark-haired boy wouldn’t have known any better than to predict a bleak, rigid future. Soon, however, the stars would prove him wrong.
Fate sure moved in mysterious ways, not that the Astra would ever dare to complain. He favoured surprises over clearly lit paths, for what else was there in life to keep you on your toes? Speaking of surprises, welcome Meliora Vitae into the picture. A guild with just values, strong mindsets, and a massive floating ship that would make for the perfect means of avoiding his responsibilities: what else in the world could he possibly need?
Well, there were a few things he could use. Knowledge of technology was one of them.
You see, despite having somewhat of a functioning brain, Noel had never been too keen with the lacrima-fueled technology that seemed to grow more prominent with every passing day. The inner workings of things as basic and common as ‘Ilacs’ were already lost on him, so communicating with let alone gaining access to a ship too complex to comprehend wasn’t exactly a walk in the park. Fortunately, the guild members had been polite enough to respond to his old fashioned mail with a relieving remark: they would pick him up at a town near one of their pit-stops.
And so Noel had found himself wandering through the casual, humble streets of what seemed and smelled to be an ordinary farmer’s village. it was admittedly not the most flattering of places to introduce himself, but the scenery likely wouldn’t be too big of a deal anyway. Their stay here was transient, after all, for the guild-hall was eagerly yearning for a new member’s footsteps to press on its metal hull.
Like a child being picked up for school, Noel ordained a random fence gate at the end of town his ‘bus-stop’ while he waited for his designated driver to arrive. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure who or what (who knows what those techno-freaks could conjure up) would show up, not that it really mattered. He was excited regardless and, most importantly, ready for a new chapter.
Fate sure moved in mysterious ways, not that the Astra would ever dare to complain. He favoured surprises over clearly lit paths, for what else was there in life to keep you on your toes? Speaking of surprises, welcome Meliora Vitae into the picture. A guild with just values, strong mindsets, and a massive floating ship that would make for the perfect means of avoiding his responsibilities: what else in the world could he possibly need?
Well, there were a few things he could use. Knowledge of technology was one of them.
You see, despite having somewhat of a functioning brain, Noel had never been too keen with the lacrima-fueled technology that seemed to grow more prominent with every passing day. The inner workings of things as basic and common as ‘Ilacs’ were already lost on him, so communicating with let alone gaining access to a ship too complex to comprehend wasn’t exactly a walk in the park. Fortunately, the guild members had been polite enough to respond to his old fashioned mail with a relieving remark: they would pick him up at a town near one of their pit-stops.
And so Noel had found himself wandering through the casual, humble streets of what seemed and smelled to be an ordinary farmer’s village. it was admittedly not the most flattering of places to introduce himself, but the scenery likely wouldn’t be too big of a deal anyway. Their stay here was transient, after all, for the guild-hall was eagerly yearning for a new member’s footsteps to press on its metal hull.
Like a child being picked up for school, Noel ordained a random fence gate at the end of town his ‘bus-stop’ while he waited for his designated driver to arrive. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure who or what (who knows what those techno-freaks could conjure up) would show up, not that it really mattered. He was excited regardless and, most importantly, ready for a new chapter.