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charlpng · 9 months
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Love these guys
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marsaovo · 11 months
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Alpha my sweet child
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wetchocobo · 1 year
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cidnero (foaming at mouth)
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14kuponuts · 4 months
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Without them, things can’t be done~
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HES SO RIDICULOUS
KEIAN WILL DO ANYTHING
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pommancy · 1 year
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repainted alpha and nero
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garlean-empire · 4 months
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autumnslance · 1 year
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Been thinking about this Stormblood exchange from the Omega quests a lot lately. AI and automation isn't new, just some tools and what they can do are new to the public. But still. The idea of a machine that can't tell fact from fiction, and so its output consists of inaccurate facsimiles, is itself not a new idea.
Transcript, bolded emphasis is mine:
NERO Halicarnassus, you say? The Queen of Dimension Castle?
CID What's this? You know of her?
NERO You mean you don't? Well, I suppose a blue-blooded brat such as you would have no interest in humble folktales. It appears a lesson is in order. Halicarnassus is a character from an ancient fable. In the tale, she is one of the chief antagonists, and as such things are wont to unfold, she meets her end at the hands of the heroes─incurably valiant youths not unlike our adventurer friend here. Literary historians have speculated that the tale could be loosely based on events which took place in the Fourth Astral Era, but little remains of that age, and there is no way to verify the claim. Indeed, most now assume the story to be a work of pure fiction.
CID …You mean to tell me that Omega is populating its grand experiment with fictional characters?
MIDGARDSORMR 'Twould seem your understanding is yet lacking. Scant grasp have I of that which men know and know not… Mark me, then. Omega hath no soul. No mind's eye in which to envision a rival. To bring forth new life, it must needs draw upon that which hath already been─its every creation being another's conception. This limitation is concealed by the breadth of its experience. It possesseth the means to retain the knowledge of entire eras─and not only of this reflection. Yet it perceiveth not this knowledge as we do. Fact…fiction…the distinction holdeth no meaning for Omega. All is equal in its eyes. If a thing is logical, it can be created.
NERO Hahaha! That such a wondrous weapon should exist! It surpasses my wildest imaginings, and they were wild indeed! But I gather not everyone shares my excitement. What's the matter, Garlond? Lost your nerve?
CID Quiet, Nero. We adults are thinking.
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sanglunaria · 8 months
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Alpha and Omega can now go wherever you go, and you can take photos to show off their adventures! This polaroid-style charm has a large clear background so you can take pictures of the duo in front of whatever you want! You can find the charms on my Etsy!
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radioinactivity · 1 year
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Retica— er… Garlond Ironworks are here to tell you about Retica’s prosthetics! 😅
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havocpioneer · 1 year
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Circumstantial Elegance
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stephenfairbrook · 1 year
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How the meeting with Kokkol Dankkol should have gone.
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otherworldseekers · 1 year
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Fluffuary Day 4: Make them laugh/Being silly
A little bit of fun from recent days in the Severia x Nero timeline. 
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The front door of the Garlond Ironworks closed behind Severia Zetsuen with a satisfying click. The usual noise of tools and machinery and boisterous chatter was absent as she strode down the hall toward the offices in the back. This was only natural since it was lunch time and most of the crew had left for the markets. Severia clutched a large lacquered box against her chest and smiled as she passed Jessie’s office and then Cid’s and finally arrived at Nero’s. As she opened the office door there was a loud shuffling sound and as she entered the tiny room she caught Nero awkwardly trying to duck behind his desk. 
“Shit,” he grunted as he lost his balance and toppled over with his chair. 
Severia set her box on the desk and rushed over to help him up. “What are you doing, Nero?”
“I thought you might be Jessie,” he explained. 
“I told you I would meet you here for lunch.”
“I didn’t forget. I was just distracted.” He stood up and brushed off the back of his trousers, but he was peeking out into the hall with visible trepidation. “Shall we go eat at home?”
“I brought lunch with me actually,” said Severia proudly, pointing to the box. “Don’t worry, I didn’t make it. F’lhaminn did.” Nero’s expression flickered with relief. 
“Excellent. Why don’t we go back home to eat it?”
Severia put her hands on her hips. “Nero, what have you done?”
He shrugged and gave her a sheepish grin. “I might have replaced all the sugar in the breakroom with salt.”
“What? Why?”
“Garlond will have a fresh cup of coffee as soon as he comes back from lunch.”
“Ah, but if Jessie happens to get back first…”
“That’s what I’m worried about.”
She laughed despite herself. “But if we leave now you won’t get to see Cid’s reaction.”
Nero raised an eyebrow and came around the desk to embrace her. “It sounds as if you have an idea, my darling.”
Severia grinned up at him. “You find us a place to hide in the breakroom. If Jessie shows up, I’ll take care of her.”
“This is why I love you,” Nero said as he took her hand and they made their way to the Ironworks breakroom. 
He shifted a large cabinet to give them just enough room to get behind it and so they sat squeezed together laughing, chatting and sharing sandwiches from Severia’s lunchbox until they began to hear sounds of the Ironworks crew returning from the break. Quickly they shuffled until they both were able to peek around the side of the cabinet for a view of the Mark XIV Thermocoil Boilmaster. 
It was Wedge who appeared in the breakroom first to get preparations started. He turned on the Boilmaster and set everyone’s favorite mugs in a row along the table. Severia noticed Nero’s mug among them. The one she had gotten him for Starlight. The one that said “I’m not arguing, I’m explaining why I’m right” in large red letters. When the coffee was ready to pour, Cid walked in. 
“Excellent timing, Chief,” said Wedge cheerfully. 
“Give me a little extra sugar today, Wedge. I really need the energy,” said Cid from beyond their sight. Nero clamped a hand over Severia’s mouth to stifle her giggle. 
“Sure thing, Chief.”
Severia and Nero watched with glee as Wedge dumped two huge spoonfuls of “sugar” into Cid’s mug and handed it over. They waited while Cid grabbed a couple of cookies and made himself comfortable at one of the tables. At last he lifted the mug to his lips. 
Liquid sprayed across the room as Cid spluttered and coughed. “Wedge! What did you do to this coffee? I’ve never had such a foul cup!” He stood up and grabbed a rag from the nearby counter and began to wipe down himself and the table. 
“Why, Chief, I didn’t do anything that I don’t normally do,” Wedge protested. “Honest.”
Cid appeared to freeze a moment in thought. “Nero. It has to be Nero.” He charged off down the hallway toward the offices shouting. “Nero, you bastard! Come out here!” When he discovered the empty office he doubled back.
Severia tumbled onto the breakroom floor from behind the cabinet, unable to contain her laughter. Nero crawled out behind her grinning. 
“Severia, you’re in on this too?” Cid cried in a betrayed tone. 
“I’m so sorry, Cid,” she wheezed between fits of giggling. “I should have stopped him.”
Cid sighed wearily. “Dammit. I can’t be mad at you.”
“It’s only salt, Garlond,” said Nero as once again brushed off his trousers. “It won’t kill you.”
“Yes, and how would you have explained it if Jessie had been the one to drink it?”
“Explain what?” Jessie’s sharp voice came from the doorway.
Nero blanched and moved to put Severia between himself and the formidable woman. 
Severia smiled winningly. “Allow me.”
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selnyam · 7 months
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FFXIV Write 2023 Day 27
This one was fun to write, as I based of an absurd thing that happened to my work, final line and all.
Sole
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punningway · 8 months
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Ironworks Customer Service=
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quarterdollar · 11 months
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they run a building & redstone in survival channel
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Healed a Castrum run last night with two black mages as the DPS, and I think that was enough experience with turret maintenance to apply for a job at Garlond Ironworks.
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