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snotsloth · 2 months

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Orion D'Oschon

— B A S I C S

Name: Orion D'Oschon

Nicknames: Rion (mostly G'raha), Legs or Specs (mostly Kendra)

Age: 30ish

Nameday: 19th Sun of the 5th Astral Moon

Race: Xaela

Gender: Cis Male

Orientation: Bisexual

Profession: Warrior of Light, Aetherologist, part-time Historian, Botanist

— P H Y S I C A L A S P E C T S

Hair: Burnt Umber (Very dark reddish brown), kept short except for a section of braids along his right temple. Orion's hair is very thick and dense, giving a matte or velvet effect in the light.

Eyes: Amber with golden limbal rings

Skin: Umber (a bit lighter than his hair but in the same color family)

Tattoos/scars: He's got a pretty big scar running down his left leg from the fight with Zenos in Rhalger's Reach, small surgical scars around his knees from where he had to have reconstructive work done after Endwalker, and a small Mol clan tattoo on his inner wrist.

— F A M I L Y

Parents: Dolgoon Qestir (father) and Odsetseg Mol (mother). Both are alive and well and living in Ul'Dah. They also use the D'OSchon surname in Eorzea.

Siblings: None.

Grandparents: Temulun Mol

In-laws and Other: Cousin - Cirina Mol. Various other cousins, aunts, and uncles within the Mol tribe. No In-laws, Kendra doesn't have any living family.

Pets: Birdlegs (chocobo), Lily (Eos, she's not a pet, but she's important and I wanted to list her), Walpole (a very bitchy Carbuncle).

— S K I L L S

Abilities: SCH main (Scholar questline is canon for him), aetherology (he started his work with the Scions as Y'shtola's personal assistant), experienced and competent field medic, unique echo manifestation gives him the ability to see the flow of aether around him in a synesthesia-like effect.

Hobbies: Reading, astrology (learned from his mom), botany and gardening, botanical drawing, alchemy, helping Kendra in the kitchen, knitting, letter writing.

— T R A I T S

Most Positive Trait: Orion has an inquisitive mind. His desire, not only to know but to fully understand phenomena has led him to several ground-breaking discoveries. And he does not hoard knowledge. He'll enthusiastically share his findings with anyone who cares to listen. He is also just as inquisitive and keen to understand in social situations, making him an empathetic and open-minded person in general.

Most Negative Trait: Orion has a deep-seated distrust of governments and other institutions of traditional authority. This is not without reason, or even some merit, but it can make him difficult to work with when it comes to large-scale endeavors. His words or actions have nearly cost the Scions a deal more than once.

— L I K E S

Colors: Blue, especially woad, ink, and rhotano blue / Green / White / Warm browns / Metalics, especially gold.

Smells: Sandalwood, cedar, oolong tea, jasmine (reminds him of Kendra's perfume), libraries and well-preserved old paper, and morning fog in the Dravanian highlands.

Textures: The downy fur of Kendra's ears / yarn spun from the karakul of the Azim Steppe / well-loved leather-bound books / smooth, expertly-blown alchemical glassware.

Drinks: Tea, especially oolong or pu-erh. If Orion does not have access to actual pu-erh, he will make an equivalent with the darkest Sharlayan-style tea blend he can find, a custom blend of additives he will not divulge, and karakul milk. Just tasting it once put Urianger in a sickbed for two days. / Botanical spirits such as gin and aperitifs. He's even made a few himself.

— O T H E R D E T A I L S

Smokes: Medicinally smokes whatever variety of moko grass gets you stoned. He will also occasionally smoke tobacco socially, especially cigars.

Drinks: An adventurous but moderate drinker. He'll try anything at least once. He can occasionally be cajoled into heavier indulgence but that's abated as he's gotten older.

Drugs: There have been a few controlled "experiments" over the years.

Mount Issuance: Birdlegs is his primary mount that travels with him almost everywhere. The dusky, gigantic chocobo has become a bit of a legend in her own right. However, he does also technically have a yol as well, but has entrusted Cirina with his care because there's just not enough room on any of his properties for a bird of that size.

Been Arrested: For a mild-mannered professor type, Orion has been arrested so many times.

Tagged by:@ardberts🤍 tyyyy! Tagging: @physicalvocalist@sarenraegalpaladin@janzoo@airis-ray@ae-fond-seeker@captainqster@koijikido@adina--astra@iron-sparrow Sorry if you've already done this or been tagged before! I tried to pick mutuals I hadn't seen this from yet.

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #orion d'oschon #wol #ffxiv wol #character profile #oc asks sort of

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alannah-corvaine · 4 months

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Y'shtola is the only Scion whose opinion Alannah truly trusts when it comes to being told things about herself that are difficult to hear. Y'shtola is a peer, if not a mentor in magic, which is the metric that Alannah respects the most. At times she feels like Shtola can see right through her, every flaw and awful thing she's ever thought, and the miqo'te does not flinch or shy away from the discomfort of addressing it.

Anything Thancred says goes in one ear and out the other. Alannah can't take him seriously because he's very much a Do As I Say, Not As I Do kind of advice giver. She recognizes a similar hypocrisy in both of them, which makes him a great drinking buddy when she wants to use alcohol to erase her problems and a lousy father figure that he sometimes tries to be to her and that she doesn't want.

With Urianger, it's complicated. Alannah trusts his knowledge and opinions on magic and aetherology, again a very highly regarded metric for her, but she doesn't trust him on a personal level. While his motives and intentions may be good, and she does believe that they are, she can't stand his secretive methods that have twice now resulted in him going behind the Scions' backs to achieve the desired ends. That shadiness gets under her skin and as a result she's become more closed off and distant with him over the years.

Of the twins, Alisaie is the one most likely to challenge Alannah's opinions and butt heads with her while Alphinaud would rather discuss his Alannah-related concerns with the older members of the group and not confront her himself. Not that she's ever done anything to intentionally intimidate him, but sometimes she doesn't take things well, and despite being the diplomat of the group Alphinaud feels like navigating her reactions is out of his wheelhouse.

G'raha still makes Alannah a bit uncomfortable, if she's being honest. She doesn't mind him being part of the Scions and she'll even invite him to join her on excursions that may fall within his interest or expertise, but she never shares anything personal with him because she's wary of his intense level of admiration for her.

Estinien and Alannah share a single brain cell. Neither one of them criticize the other because it's like looking into a mirror that they'd rather avoid peering into. That's not to say they avoid personal conversations, they actually have them often and relate to each other quite well, but it's one of those things where they sometimes enable each other's worst traits and it can often create a chaotic mess that the other Scions don't appreciate.

Krile is the other Scion Alannah will actually listen to, assuming she's in a good state of mind. While they don't yet know each other as well on a personal level, they share many interests, and Krile is often a level-headed and calming influence on Alannah, which she sorely needs.

Tataru is Alannah's yes man and cheerleader, there is zero chance she's going to be the one to have the hard conversations with the Warrior of Light. Her job, as she sees it, is to be the support, which means tea and cakes and a shoulder to cry on should it be needed. Their friendship is fluffy and light and full of respect for the role the other one plays.

#some alannah lore for your tuesday afternoon #headcanons

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driftward · 1 year

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(@gunbun) dreamtime: Tiona and Zoissette

I AM VERY LATE BUT I AM HERE

THIS IS HILARIOUS BECAUSE I AM VERY LATE IN ANSWERING GLAD YOU ARE HERE

~*~

Tiona Eryut was writing rapidly on a chalkboard, talking a malm a minute, and Zoissette found herself barely able to keep up, taking notes as the woman shared her genius.

“And that’s how you should have built the nuoliths for supplying aether to your Demi-Ozma! A few changes here, an adjustment there, the addition of a proper aetheroconverter, and you could’ve increased its containment capacity like wow,” said the Viera. “Still wouldn’t have been enough to get your ass safely back on our side of reality by itself, but might’ve bought you a few more minutes to drag yourself out of the trouble you got into.”

Zoissette blinked.

“Where have we met?” she asked.

“Old Sharlayan, engineering symposium. Remember? You gave a talk on the gloriole containment assembly.”

“…oh, right, and you gave the talk on advances to the Ragnarok propulsion system!” said Zoissette, feeling a surge of excitement. “Oh, wow!” She considered for a few moments. “And then we went to that party afterwards with the Aetherology department.”

“Yeah we did. You were an incredible lightweight, for someone your size.”

“…and you suplexed me through a table,” said Zoissette, frowning lightly as she tapped a finger to her lips.

“Yeah sorry about that. I was trying to grab the guy who’d been trying to tell me that I was wrong about my own papers for the entire conference. Bluh bluh bluh well if you read the works of Eryut. That’s me, you idiot. I’m Eryut! Argh! I hated him just so much.”

“How’d you grab me instead?”

“You were being pretty friendly and tried to intervene. I think you were trying to be cuddly before that but it wasn’t really working out for you. I mean, I was flattered, obviously, and don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t think you’re my type.”

“… oh, no.”

“Oh yeah. Don’t blame you though. I mean, look at me.”

“I am so, so sorry.”

“Don’t sweat it! You were actually really respectful. Just, you know, very friendly, if you catch my drift.”

Tiona looked around as the walls dissolved into dust. The two stood on the floor of the lecture hall, which itself appeared to be floating on a multicolored tapestry, banded with colors that flowed around and through each other but did not mix. The sky around them was black, with what appeared to be tiny misshapen crystals floating by, leaving stardust in their wakes.

Tiona ducked into a squat at the edge of the platform, and stuck her hand in the flowing colors, before looking back up at Zoissette. “That whole experiment was a really terrible idea, by the way.”

Zoissette looked around, wide-eyed. “…where are we?”

“Dunno. Oh, wow. Are those memories I can see drifting by in those little crystals? Hah hah oh wow you’re kind of tripping the rift here, aren’t you? Do you know G’raha? Or maybe this is more of a Flow like situation. Say, aren’t you chummy with, uh, Y’shtola? Oh no wait this is totally one of those dreamscape things.”

Zoissette felt her face warm and turned to look away, and came face to face with Tiona being five inches from her nose.

“Well?”

Zoissette stumbled backwards, and Tiona caught her. She bounced a bit as she began to run, turning to try and keep an eye on Tiona, and ran directly into Tiona.

Tiona quickly turned her around and sat her down before she could get further, and sat down next to her.

“Whoa girl! What’re you running away from?”

“Nothing!” said Zoissette. “Nobody!”

Tiona’s eyes narrowed, her Viera nose twitching as she fixed Zoissette with a penetrating gaze.

“Bet I know why you’re really here. And it’s not to learn about engineering.”

“I… have no idea why I am here,” said Zoissette, pushing herself away from Tiona and spinning as she stood up, taking a step back to get away from the Viera. She turned, and bounced into a desk, Tiona lounging on top of it.

Zoissette swore that the Viera was now, somehow, wearing less.

“Let me guess. Avoiding your feelings, are you?”

Zoissette stumbled back away from the desk, and tripped over Tiona, falling on the floor.

“I do not know what you are talking about!” Zoissette blubbered. She squirmed to look, and Tiona was somehow wearing even less.

Tiona stretched languidly from where she was lounging on the floor, seeming to show off her reach as she did so, her motion fluid and confident. She then tucked her arms behind her head, propping her arm up.

“Yeah. We talked about it some at the conference. Or rather, I probably got high and said too much, but you know me.”

“…I really do not.”

“Nah, you know enough. You want my confidence and cool demeanor, I can tell. Maybe so you can talk to a girl.”

“We spoke for maybe five minutes,” said Zoissette desperately. She did not remember, but maybe it was that. Maybe more. Maybe less.

Maybe they were good friends? Her memory was playing tricks on her out here. Everything seemed real, nothing seemed real, and everything felt very important and emotional and she hated it.

Tiona rolled over on to her side, and propped up her head on a hand, looking Zoissette up and down. Zoissette crossed her arms across her chest and looked away, suddenly feeling very naked before the Viera’s piercing glare.

“I’m everything you’re not. Brash, outspoken, confident, delightfully attractive and not afraid of it, and dating an Archon.”

“…you are?” asked Zoissette. She was fair certain she did not actually know that last part.

“Hell yeah maybe I am. Or maybe I’m not. You don’t know. But look around, part of you thinks you do. And so you’re out here, dreaming of the better you, while whizzing around and thinking entirely too hard.”

Tiona sat up, and dangle her feet over the edge of where the floor ended, dipping her toes into the color stream.

“We. Barely. Talked,” protested Zoissette.

“Yeah, but you got forever to think about things, dont’cha?” said Tiona.

Zoissette found herself curled up in herself.

“…I should have bought you a drink or something, Tiona,” she murmured to herself.

Tiona tilted her head and smiled, and Zoissette sighed, and stood up, and went to the edge of the platform to look out at the so-called dreamscape. Now that she was more aware of it, she was willing herself to wake up and walk away from this.

“Took me a while to admit my feelings too,” admitted Tiona, coming up behind her. “Hey, wow, you can see a lot from here, can’t you?”

Zoissette just frowned, and felt a hand in the small of her back.

“Heyo! Leap of faith,” said Tiona, and she shoved.

Zoissette fell into the river of colour, and tumbled, head over heels, her vision flooded with rainbow, and woke up with a start.

#answer hours #prompt meme #biot answers #zoissette vauban #tiona eryut #if i got anything wrong its a dream no i didn't what are you a cop come back with a warrant #dreamtime

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wives-natlho · 3 months

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Carmen and Athena (Carmen Weaver part 4)

Carmen has found a new favorite spot of late. She sits at a table right next to the levemete with her book open. Her left elbow rests on the table, her hand upright and holding her head - A common pose for her of late. The book is open to a series of scribbles and scrawl from Carmen, trying to figure out the wind augmentation spell she failed to complete when face-to-face with a goobbue. Her leg is restless, jiggling up and down in stress and frustration.

"You look a little stressed. This one's on me." A miqo'te woman wearing an apron slides a glass of wine onto the table and gives Carmen a worried look. The Midlander smiles politely in return and takes a deep breath before picking up the wine and taking a sip. She looks around the room, resting her eyes and brain for just a moment.

About this time, Athena strides up to the leve board. She swings her axe to be on her shoulders while her arms dangle over it on the other side. She hums to herself "Oh weird that rampaging goobbue is still causing trouble? I figured that would have been taken care of by now since it was removed. I guess I could go grab Jaye and we could go use it as a training exercise for larger opponents....or I could knock it out pretty fast as a warm-up." She mumbles to herself as she does when she is trying to figure out a plan of action. Her tail swishes from side to side as she rocks from one foot to the other.

Carmen's eyes dart to the Hrothgar-looking woman at the counter. An exaggerated and frustrated sigh can be heard across the room, and then the voice: stern and matter-of-fact.

"Here. Take this one. I didn't finish it."

She reaches into her coat pocket and produces the glass and metal card, placing it on the table and sliding it towards the adventurer.

The look on her face is one of irritation, both at herself and at the stranger, for possibly inadvertently insulting her adventuring skills.

Athena swings her body around to stare at the agitated voice. Her head tilted a little and she swung her axe back into its holder on her back.

She walked over and glanced at the card that seemed to offend this woman. She then took a longer look at the woman herself. Sharlayan garb but with an arcanist book....at least it looked like an arcanist book. Half the equations were sloppy and incorrect.

Strangely not the oddest thing she'd ever seen.

"Are you a....Sharlayan arcanist?"

"Temporary arcanist." There was heavy emphasis on the first word, along with a held up finger signaling an important correction.

"I'm taking an annex course on aetherological geometry!"

She almost seemed proud of herself for making that sound somewhat official.

Athena's eyebrows shot up into her mane of hair. "Ooof that bad huh?"

Carmen starts huffing and stammering.

"I-"

"You-..."

"Uh-"

Trying to find words and failing, she slams both her palms on the table and stands up, rattling her wine glass, and barely not spilling it.

"And what are you!? A... smart-mouthed wannabe marauder!?"

Athena couldn't help but crack a smile. She was short for a Hrothgar but this still felt like the equivalent of a squirrel chittering to a wolf.

She held out her fist towards the spicy woman, showcasing her ring while grabbing her axe and heaving it to her shoulder again. Gripping the hilt and letting it glow.

"Warrior actually."

Carmen’s eyes narrow in disbelief. She scans the supposed warrior up and down. Her gaze passes over the scars, the outfit, the gear... and lands on the weapon.

"Well that is clearly Sharlayan work." Carmen points a finger, accusingly. "How did a thug like you convince someone to infuse your weapon like that?"

Athena's stance loosens for a bit and a look of surprise settles on her face. She then throws her head back and laughs. This goes on for quite a while.

Eventually she calms down and rubs her eye.

"How did I get it? I made it! It was my thesis for my archon mark. Turned it down though. Name’s Athena Natlho"

The stammering returns.

"Wha-"

"Archon ..."

"Made it?"

The whole sentence finally caught up to Carmen’s reeling mind. Her voice raises to a near shout.

"You turned it down!?"

Athena actually kinda deflates a little at this. To most people saying she turned down the marks doesn't really mean a lot. But to someone like this? She'd know exactly what she did.

"Well, I didn't turn it down as much as just not get it...given my parents had just been assassinated...kinda put me in a bad spot mentally" she kinda tried to shrug after dropping that random bombshell on the stranger

Carmen's face cooled. A moment passed in silence. The blonde girl stood upright and tightened her tie, fixed her hair and held her hand out to the open chair across from her.

"Would you like a drink?"

Athena straightened up a little and gave a genuine smile. "Sure!"

She takes the seat next to the woman and leans her axe, handle up, against the table.

The blonde sits down in her seat and closes the book in front of her, with some practiced-looking grace and stiffness all at once. She slides the book to the side and takes her wine glass closer to her. Slowly, she gains precision control on her emotions. She turns and waves over the waitress to get Athena's order, then turns back around to look at the Warrior Scholar.

She clears her throat.

"Sorry. I came off a little strong there. My name is Carmen Weaver."

Athena almost goes for a handshake but stops herself. She kinda got the impression this wasn't that type of person. "Athena as I mentioned earlier and, no worries! We all have rough days."

Carmen pauses for a while between each statement. She wants to be sure she's saying the right thing. She takes her hand and places it on the guildleve on the table, sliding it towards the center, right between the two of them.

"So... You're Sharlayan? And nearly had an archon mark... And you're working guildleves? Here?"

About that time, the Waitress arrives at the table to take an order. Carmen smiles politely and takes another sip of her wine before ordering.

"Can we get a fruit and cheese platter for the table, please? And whatever she's having to drink."

Athena smiles at the waiter and says, "A nice black tea if you don't mind." She turns her attention back to the conversation.

"Well I'm not doing it for money if that's what you're asking. I enjoy doing them. It's a long story, but in short I come from a family line who do not agree with the Sharlayan way of hoarding knowledge and resources. The river must flow to be healthy after all." She pauses as she rests her head in her hand and looks out toward the sky she could see through the door. "I had anger issues growing up. My parents got desperate and reached out to a Warrior to help me. Fell in love with the lifestyle and decided to work on emotion aetherial manipulation before I left home to get more training at Limsa....it just happened sooner then I had planned."

The poised fingers of the uptight Midlander still rest on the leve on the table. She listens intently to the statement before pushing the leve plate around in small circles on the table, thinking up her next words. Carmen stares at the plate.

"So you came from a background where you excelled... until you had difficulties solving things on your own, and you and your family sought help." She looks up and meets Athena's eyes. "That's not terribly different from my current predicament." She picks up the leve and holds it up.

"I tried to do this on my own, but I have admittedly run into a problem I alone cannot solve. I'm going to need help." She then holds out the leve plate across the table, offering it to the Hrothgar woman. "And you like to help people, right?"

Athena snaps out of her memories with a small shake of her head as she sits back up to listen to the Hyur. When Carmen finishes speaking, she leans back and crosses her arms in thought and hums.

"Hmmm I don't see why not? I was thinking of asking my girlfriend Jaye but she probably needs someth- ...er needs to do that errand I forgot about. " she corrected herself with an awkward scratch on the back of her head. She doubted the girl needed to hear about another skilled fighter.

It was about that time the waiter returned. Athena grabbed her tea with gratitude and started sipping.

"So what went wrong last time?"

Carmen tries and fails to hide her excitement. On her first try, she managed to find a capable frontline fighter to keep her out of harm, and she also might be able to help with her math. What are the odds!? She grabs her tome and flips to the page with the failed wind augment spell for her carbuncle. She spins the book around to face the strange scholar.

"I couldn't figure this one out. It's supposed to augment my Carbuncle with wind aether."

Athena looks over the equation in front of her. Reaching over and grabbing a slice of cheese.

"You keep trying to use the Marvis equation for wind when you only really use it for water. It can work sometimes but it's just a weird happenstance. Wind uses the Meso equation. Like, the math is just the numerical value to the natural world. The equations kinda fit that. Notice here how the numbers kinda float around the equation. Like they are all over the place? It contrasts earth for example which has very big numbers that don't change a whole lot by the end of the equation."

She punctuated her statement by finishing off her cheese and sitting back to observe the woman in front of her.

In slow, deliberate movements, Carmen grabs the book and spins it back in front of her. She picks up her quill and looks down at the equation, starting completely over. Sitting in silence for what seems like forever, Carmen writes, and solves the formula. Line by line, she checks her work. Solemnly, and with a stone cold expression, she quietly utters:

"Son of a bitch."

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Carmen and Athena stand at the bottom of a slope looking up into one of several farms in Cedarwood. At the top of the hill stands a goobbue, currently shoveling armfuls of immature crops into its gaping maw. A poor farmer's livelihood has been greatly affected by Carmen's ineptitude and she now sees the direct result of it. Half of the field has either been trod upon or uprooted. Those few stalks that remain are being pecked at by sea birds and other vermin. The fences and scarecrows have been destroyed by the goobbue's hunger and carelessness.

"This is all my fault" --- is what she wanted to say, but didn't. Instead, she took her time to find something useful to say.

"Alright, lets put this thing down for good."

Athena, now with her axe resting casually on her shoulder, turns her head slightly and simply asks "Are you ready?"

Carmen looks down at her notes and summons her carbuncle.

‘I need to give this fellow a name sometime.’

She then turns to a brand new page, just after the one with all of the scrawl, where she has clearly written the solution to the wind augment spell, as well as the hand-drawn aetherogeometrical shape needed. The tired, pride-wounded, but determined daughter of a fisherman stands up straight, tome open in her right hand.

"Yes."

Athena smiles as the tip of her tail twitches ever so slightly. It was time to hunt.

"Alright, you might want to stand back...also don't worry about the glowing eyes and stuff"

With that warning she slams her foot out into a wide stance and unleashes the inner beast with a roar as she clutches her axe in front of her. Her eyes turn to their red glow and fiery energy whips around her giving the impression of being in the middle of a windstorm.

She tosses her axe into the air. Once it reaches its apex she jumps up after it and then slams down hard on top of the goobbue. It gives a roar in pain and surprise. She removes the axe from its head. The sound is like metal on stone as she jumps down in front of it. If that didn't make it focus on her, nothing will. She made sure to lead the creature away from the arcanist in training and from further damage of the crops.

The once-sure Midlander is pushed off balance and nearly off her feet as the display of what Carmen can only assume is wind aether blasts forth. She hesitates as Athena begins running away from the crops. Once the reality of what is happening settles, She refers to her page and starts gathering wind aether, according to her hand-drawn charts. After a moment of focus, the carbuncle turns a light shade of green and starts to swirl with wind energy.

Her plan before was to hit it in front with wind up high, and from behind at its legs from below. Now, with three targets, it should work even better. As the carbuncle leaps into the fight, Carmen starts spinning wind around her left hand. The carbuncle takes a wide path to the right, as Carmen focuses wind energy up high on the left. All at once, the two forces of wind slam into the creature. It's pushed to the right up high, and its legs are swept from under it by the carbuncle. The massive form begins to topple over, looking like it will land on Athena.

"Watch out!" Carmen shouts from the back lines.

Athena, upon hearing the look out, takes a glance back behind her. Quickly she alters her path and speeds up, no longer concerned about the creature following. It lands with a dull thud a hair’s breadth away. As the goobbue thunks to the ground, it begins to squirm, trying to stand itself back up.

"Should we... Kill it?" Carmen walks up closer to Athena and watches the creature struggle. "It looks kind of... pathetic like this."

Athena heaves her axe over her head as the vortex calms around her and her eyes go back to their normal shade of blue.

"I mean, unless you want to lure this thing miles and miles away so it doesn't keep coming back to the crops, it's kinda the only option"

Carmen nods solemnly. She looks at the anatomy of the squirming beast and makes a decision. Her left hand rises and she begins forming stone into a spike in the air in front of her. She moves her hand forward and the spike hovers over what would be the goobbue's neck, if it had one. She twists her hand and the spike rotates about 30% from center, above Carmen's best estimate of where the carotid artery should be. With a swift downward motion, the spike pierces into the creature. It wails painfully for just a second before it stops moving, and breathing, entirely.

A silent moment passes before Carmen speaks.

"Poor thing."

Once Athena had looked around to make sure there were no other dangers and the silence passed, giving her own mental ritual for taking a life, she hummed in response to Carmen's comment.

"Yeah, but it's the way of things. Thankfully it won't be in vain. The guilds and farmers will make use of it. We are not really sure how Goobbues reproduce but it's effective whatever it is. Thankfully this doesn't happen often but when they get a taste for crops or livestock there isn't much you can do about it."

She then clips her axe to her back and relaxes her stance.

Carmen pays her respects to the creature, taking one hand up above her face and pulling it down into a fist slowly. She releases a silent prayer in her mind to the weaver. She hopes all of this fate-string-plucking she has been doing lately is for a good cause. The girl takes comfort in knowing the farmers can use what's left of the goobbue.

She looks up at the beast, and then turns towards Athena.

"Now that all of that is done..." She leans forward with sudden excitement and amazement.

"HOW DID YOU DO THAT!?"

Athena who was pretty relaxed at this point and even day dreaming about dinner, almost trips over herself in shock from the outburst. With her ears kinda pinned back and her tail puffed up, she clutches a fist to her chest and gasps out.

"What?"

The stammering returns.

"You threw your ax-"

"You jumped like- "

"Your eyes!"

Her smile and amazement continue

"Uhhh" Athena scratches the back of her head. Looking around a little awkwardly. "That's pretty standard Warrior stuff...wait." She pauses her movements and turns back slowly to Carmen. "Do...you not know what Warriors are?"

She leans back out of Athena's face a bit. She turns her shoulders a bit to the side, trying her best to be what she assumes to be aloof. Carmen's eyes sparkle at Athena as she tries to contain the more overt parts of her still-very-impressed state of mind.

"Well, I guess I don't. Because, you see, I was under the impression that warriors were a kind of adventurer. Hardened by the life, maybe, and very good at their job. What I did not know, however.-" Carmen's composure breaks. She swings her body around, shoulders facing Athena and leaning in again like a theater fan trying to get an autograph. "... That you could do THAT!"

Athena is back to scratching her neck again in embarrassment. She tries to focus on the miscommunication but the swishing of her tail spoke to the underlying awkwardness she felt as she produced a Job Stone from her pouch. She held it out for the excitable girl to see "It's actually a type of fighting style and a lifestyle."

Carmen's excitement turns to curiosity.

"I've never seen one like that before. And it looks way different from mine." From a pouch, Carmen produces a small white gem, with some markings carved in the front. It's a Sage's job stone. "I'm attuning this one to myself, so if I ever become a professor or instructor, I can pass it on... Eventually."

Athena blinks a few times "wow they just gave you one? I'm a little impressed. That island is more fort the library when it comes to keeping secrets"

"Gave?" Carmen is insulted. "I earned this, thank you! Top in my class for aetheric manipulation and noulith accuracy. The top three were awarded blank Sage crystals to attune to."

The apprentice arcanist was about to flush with embarrassment at her own behavior. She's been fawning over this stranger, and probably making herself look about 5 summers of age. She quickly hid that she was upset, once again under an expressionless face, frequently practiced.

"I'm not entirely useless, you know?"

'Gee and I thought the girls were feisty....’ Athena held up her hands in mock surrender. "Sorry that's not what I meant. I just know they are really precious with their resources and will deny a dying man water because they're afraid he'd weaponize it somehow." She tries to shift the topic back, returning to her trademark awkward stance. "Mine is also a teaching stone as well. The program is so new, I had to share with other trainees. They contacted me about a bit ago to hold on to this. Another reason to do leves I guess though I don't think about it very often"

An idea crosses Carmen's mind.

"I saw a posted notice earlier about creating a Free Company, a group that works independently of the Grand companies." This is the best idea ever, Carmen's convinced. It's obvious in her body language. "What if you and I were to form a Free Company together. We could find like-minded people who wanted to help train each other, and the next generation."

She stands akimbo like a superhero.

"We'd be an unstoppable team, helping fill in each other's gaps all while attuning with our soul stones!" Carmen continues and drops into a thinking stance, considering the obstacles. "I think we'd need four people, though. Do you know anyone who might be interested? We just need two more after you and me."

'What did I get myself into?' This was not how she expected this conversation to turn. Athena put her hands back up in surrender again, noting how much she was doing that.

"Whoa! hold up! You are kind of getting ahead of yourself there. I don't mind helping you out with leves and what not but I can't stop everything that I'm doing and I doubt my wife and girlfriend could either." She pauses for a bit thinking of a solution.

"Wife and girlfriend! That's four! Let's do it!", Carmen blurted out.

"By the scholar", the Hrothgar mutters under her breath. "Carmen, can you take a deep breath for me?"

Carmen, frozen in an excited pose, tries to force a deep breath in through her smile, and holds it for a concerning amount of time.

"-and out!" Athena exclaims in a panic.

Carmen’s fists clutch tight before she releases them into open hands while bringing them downward, breathing out with her whole body over several seconds. She clears her throat.

"Sorry."

Athena chuckles nervously "No worries... Now that we are more...present, did you hear anything that I said?"

"Kind of." She looks a little embarrassed. "Look, I know you're a busy person. I'm getting ahead of myself. You're just..." Carmen spins her hand in the air in front of her, like she is trying to hand start her own Brain engine. "We took that thing down together and barely broke a sweat. It was incredible!"

Athena glances over to the crumbling body of the Goobbue. "Well, I served the Maelstrom for several campaigns. I kinda got let go in an unofficial capacity." She turned back to look Carmen in the eye. Instructor mode in full effect. It was time to be serious.

"The feelings that you are feeling are good and natural, but you can't let it get you into situations that will cause you to lose your head.... potentially literally. The whole thing about Warriors is we have to have an understanding of our emotional state or it can literally kill us..." She pauses unintentionally. Her memories threaten to suck in down the depths' spirals if she lingers too long.She shakes her head a little to clear the water.

"Look, I'm not sure if a Free Company is necessary. We hang out at a tavern in Ishgard a lot. We are not really an official group or anything but if you ever need help, then someone there will probably have your back. Hells we've had people help us out who just knew we were friends of friends." She looks Carmen up and down and nods to herself. "Yeah....I've been helping train Jaye, the girlfriend i've been mentioning, I don't mind helping you out as well. The only hang up is I'm actually going back to Sharlayan soon, I have..." She takes a deep sigh. "I have some things I need to take care of that I can't keep running away from."

Carmen tries to keep herself composed now. She looks around at the goobbue, and back to Athena.

"Well, we should probably head back and report our success... Do you think you'll have some time to talk about all of this a little more?"

Athena lessens up her stance and sends Carmen a smile "of course! I can jot down some contact information for you."

#ffxiv #ffxiv roleplay #ffxiv oc #ff14 #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv rp #Carmen Weaver #oc fic #fanfiction #ffxiv fic #ffxiv fanfiction #ffxiv fanfic #original character

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kannedia · 1 year

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WOL profile: Asel Kha

Name: Asel Kha

Possible Azem names: Pandora or Charon

Age: 28

Gender: Female [She/Her]

Race: Xaela Aura

Class: Scholar [Main], Summoner, Ninja [Post ARR Patches, at Yugiri's suggestion. Figures it a good backup to her magic], Bard [Post SB. Influenced by time at the Azim Steppe.] and Warrior [Post ShB, In memorial of Ardbert.]/ Omni Crafter and Omni Gatherer. [Hates fishing, but she'll do it.]

Height: 5'2"

Orientation: Disaster Bi-romantic Asexual, leaning towards women. [open to queer-platonic pairings.]

Crushes: Minfilia, Y'shtola, Lyse, Sanson [briefly] and, Mide [also briefly].

Potential Pairings: Y'shtola or Lyse

Potential QPR: Estinien, Y'shtola, and/or G'raha

Idolizes: Y'shtola [Since she first met her in Limsa Lominsa], Cid, and Baderon Tenfingers [She once accidentally called him dad].

Personality: Tends to struggle with reading people, situations, and moods; Asel has a habit of withdrawing into herself if she cannot find what she feels is an appropriate response to a situation. This is rarely helped by her tendency to overthink things. She slowly gets better during her time in Eorzea and The First. In fact, there are points in the later expansion packs where she is too honest. Usually when she's angry.

Adaptable [by necessity] and excitable [despite herself]; Asel will speak more if she's comfortable in either her location or company. This can seem inconsistent as she has memory problems when it comes to names and faces. Has a considerable amount of patience and tries to present a friendly face to those she helps despite her nerves. Asel is easily flustered and doesn't like being the center of attention. Her fame makes her jittery and anxious.

Hobbies: Loves to learn new things. Is usually drawn to folklore, mythology and fairy tales which is probably what influenced her to take up the mantle of bard. She takes to practicing the flute by some point in the SB patches, though only in private. She has stage fright and tends to freeze up.

Asel also loves to travel and explore new places. That being said, she wasn't exactly blessed by the Navigator. The aether compass Haurchefaunt gave her sees a lot of use because of this as it has a compass. Actually enjoys helping others and is unbothered by all the fetch quests she gets sent on. Prefers crafting to fighting, and wishes to make things for her friends. So far shes only gotten to make a hammer for Cid back when she first met him.

Unique animations: Rubs her eyes against her sleeve to prevent people from seeing her crying. Tends to default to crossing her arms across her chest.

Commonly found: The Great Gubal library, as soon as she learns of it. Asel starts making journeys to the Ziggurat when she learns of it's connection to red mage history from her research. She hopes to find more on the history of their weapons. She spends her spare time in The First either in the Cabinet of Curiosities or volunteering in the Spagyrics, putting her experience from working at her parent's apothecary to good work.

History:

Left home to see the world and continue her studies.

Daughter of two retired adventurers, her parents met when her father treated her mother for an injury that took the sight in one of her eyes. They opened an apothecary sometime between their marriage and the birth of their child. Asel worked there from twelve to when she left home at twenty-eight.

Has wanted to be an adventurer since she was a child. Her parents, determined to make sure she survived should she follow through with this goal, trained her to the best of their abilities in medicine, survival, and magic. She does know how to swim and is one hundred percent willing to help Alphinaud and Urianger should they ever ask. They probably won't

She started studying advanced aetherology around the beginning of Heavensward. At first it was in order to help in finding her fellow Scions. Asel decides to continue said studies once they are found in an attempt to keep up with them. Or at the very least understand what is being said.

Didn't have any real friends growing up, due to her job at the parent's store taking up a lot of her time, and her focus on her studies to become an adventurer. Her parents tried to help with this by having her do delivery work. Which gave her experience with communication and developing a good poker face but did not address the key issue. She now sees the scions as her family and can be a tad overprotective of those she gets close to.

#ff14 #wol #original wol #oc #ff14 spoilers #final fantasy 14 spoilers #final fantasy xiv spoilers #A Realm Reborn spoilers #Heavensward spoilers #stormblood spoilers #shadowbrings spoilers #work in progress #First time sharing a character profile.#Constructive criticism appreciated #Bur for lack of better wording #please be gentle #thank you for reading #Asel Kha #Additions made on suggestion of mutual

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astralfrontier · 1 year

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An unnamed world of MEGALOS

This is for @insomn14 and @matty-from-megalos but anyone else might find this interesting. If you don’t know MEGALOS, start here:

We’re going to create a new world in this game’s general aether/crystal vibe, but from different sources: Battle Angel Alita, Final Fantasy 13/14, and maybe some other stuff. So let’s start!

When people in the Flood Plains look up, they see a vast magical circle in the sky. There’s runes and lines and connections and it’s intensely intricate, more than any single scholar can understand. The most advanced sages could tell you that it’s counting down - the white lines of magickal fire are changing in a way that indicates something will happen, sooner or later.

Above that circle is a city, called The Crown. It’s held aloft by streamers of aetheric energy reaching into the land like vast chains anchoring the Crown to the land, and in a way that’s exactly what’s going on. You see, the people who live in the Crown call themselves the Immaculate, they’re bleeding the world dry to power their magic circle, and when it’s finally ready, it’ll destroy the Flood Plains and everyone in it to launch the Crown to Heaven. Then they will get God’s attention and He will let them in, because they deserve Heaven rather than this ratty awful wreck of a world. That’s the theory, but because the Immaculate don’t think they could be wrong about this, that’s surely what’s going to happen as far as they’re concerned.

The Flood Plain isn’t prone to flooding by water, necessarily, but by aether. Big gouts of the stuff wash across big chunks of the land, redefining terrain, animals, even people. The grand pulse of unfettered life isn’t kind, but it is vital. The higher off the ground you can live, the safer you are, generally. Otherwise you’re vulnerable to losing yourself to Mnemovores or other physical and psychic hazards.

The Immaculate need more aether, always more aether. So they’ve actually started trading with the Plainsfolk - off the books, and technically illegal from both directions - for aether crystals. Most of these can be pried from some very dangerous monsters, and others are found in the most concentrated parts of floods. So there’s a crowd of thrill-seekers who brave these dangers, extract crystals, and sell them on the market. There’s people hunting for lost memories, which often form into those very same crystals. And there’s people who just want to do the right thing.

The Immaculate aesthetic is “magitech Catholic”. They imagine themselves to be the natural servants of Heaven, and try to dress the part. So cross FFXIV’s Garlean Empire armor aesthetics with ShB’s Sin Eaters:

The Plainsfolk, meanwhile, look like just about anything, the brighter and more colorful the better.

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blisteringstar · 1 year

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Character Summary: Grian/Inwa

Alias/nicknames. Real name: Grian, also known as: Sw'inwa Raen, Inwa, Yamazaki Kouki, Little Fox, Mage of the Blistering Sun, The Negotiator, Compassion

Gender. He/Him

Age. 26-ish, 20th Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon (Oct. 20th)

Zodiac. Libra (Nald'thal)

Abilities + talents. A mage who has studied conjury and thaumaturgy, he specializes in elemental magic and healing. He is also good at Onmyoudo and far eastern priest practices due to his work as a priest. Currently, he is learning other methods such as soul magic, summoning carbuncles, changing his body, and other forms of magic.

outside of magic, there is: studying aetherology, gathering and creating his own tea, dancing, and negotiating when necessary. .

Alignment. lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

Religion. Inwa works as a priest in Hingashi, but outside of that he doesn't follow any actual religions

Sins. envy / greed / gluttony / lust / pride / sloth / wrath

Virtues. charity / chastity / diligence / humility / justice / kindness / patience

Languages. speaks Hingan/Far Eastern at a native level (first language), Fluent in Steppe and Common, Business level Sharlayan, can understand sailor speak

Family. Erdenechimeg Kha (adopted brother), Sabri Bhasin (adopted parent), Enkai (adopted parent), Arsceva (birth mother), Gilvain (birth father), Helivant (uncle), Kieros (uncle), Angellos (maybe uncle), Isolvar (a bastard who shares blood), Idristan (cousin and Isolvar's son)

Friends. Talia Redwing and Silvaineaux Rosaire are his closest friends and the people he trusts unquestioningly, Latika'a comes after that, and then all of Priarch, his boss, and the other Secariots, most people he has ever met who haven't tried to kill him, he did even force friendship on Emet-Selch once.

Sexuality. heterosexual / bisexual / pansexual / homosexual / demisexual / asexual / unsure / other

Relationship. single / partnered / married / widowed / open relationship / divorced / not ready for dating yet / it’s complicated

Libido. sex god / very high / high / average / low / very low / non-existent (this depends on the time of year)

Build. slender / average / athletic / muscular / curvy / other

Hair. white / blonde / brunette / red / black

Eyes. brown / blue / gray / green / black / other (red)

Skin. pale / fair / olive / light brown / brown / dark / other

Height. 5'1 and a half, 155 cms

Scars. All of his scars are freshly gone! His tattoo is also gone. Dying gave him a fresh body.

dogs or cats || birds or bugs || snakes or spiders || coffee or tea || ice cream or cake || fruits or vegetables || sandwich or soup || magic or melee || sword shield dagger or bow || summer or winter || spring or autumn || past or future

A few songs that remind you of them: Oh god no I am terrible at this my mind is suddenly blank and I no longer remember what music is

#sw'inwa raen #ffxiv oc #final fantasy xiv

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sealrock · 9 months

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mic drop: what accomplishment is your OC proudest of? do they brag about it, or are they more quiet? [For as many of your characters as you'd like!]

ask meme

answer roulette

mic drop: what accomplishment is your OC proudest of? do they brag about it, or are they more quiet?

it's hard to say since a good majority of them aren't proud of what they do, whether in the past or now in the present. most of them have regrets of what they should've/could've/would've done, and what should be an accomplishment isn't seen as such

but to actually answer the question, I have to say evander and kirke are the only ones that are proud of what they've done

for evander, the accomplishment he's most proud of is surviving and thriving in his work as a chemist, and he makes note to mention it often. I peg him as a mechanical/alchemical genius, which isn't something his family puts much stock in because it does not bring in the money (plus they never really saw evander as anything other than a no good bastard). evander put his nose to the grindstone and managed to become master of his own little guild of fellow chemists that combines elements of magitek and aetherology into alchemy—don't get it confused with the alchemist's guild, he'll get pissy and declare his former mentor is an incompetent twit

for kirke, being a clone of amon, she's extremely proud of the fact that her biggest accomplishment is making a name for herself as the realm's premiere necromancer and one of the last surviving scientists of allag. she takes pride in knowing that her intellect and knowledge are unmatched, and she takes every second of the day to flaunt it to her 'minions'. for the garlean scientists that employ her, she's a valuable resource in their quest to further the wonders and horrors of magitek, but they could do without kirke's braggadocious attitude

ty for the ask @dragonsongmakhali!

#inbox #ascendedhypothesis #yea kirke works for the empire. that means yves too by association #ty for the ask!#meta.

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vasheden · 4 months

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I'm the most familiar with Rinkah, so I'll give my impressions of her! Rinkah strikes me as kind of a delinquent (in the most loving way possible). She's a bit rough around the edges and has a big attitude, but this allows her to cut right to the heart of matters. She's not afraid to express herself or speak her mind. She doesn't place much stuck in "authority", which can make her seem defiant in some cases but also means that she judges authority figures based on their actual merits and not just their position. I get the impression she grew up a little rough, which has given her a lot of practical skills but also has held her back in some avenues. She's used to kicking ass and taking names, and defaults to this mode often, but she's also keenly intelligent. At first, her intelligence may not take a form that some of the MSQ would easily recognize. It manifests in street smarts, good judgement, and practicality rather than encyclopedic knowledge about plants or aetherology or historical kings. She's always interested in learning more, though, and could be quite the academic if she really wanted to (though I don't get the impression that the Studium life is really for her).

This is all very accurate! She definitely tried to learn from the academics in Sharlayan while they were there, but everything about them grated on her so much that she quit immediately and just went to the library instead.

#thanks!#rinkah bajhiri

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faithdeans · 8 months

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PEOPLE I WANNA KNOW BETTER

got tagged by @deanlovesthatgayangel thank you drew!!

LAST SONG? mama werewolf by brandi carlile

FAVORITE COLOR? GREEN AND BROWN

CURRENTLY WATCHING? me and rain (queerstudiesnatural) are on season 3 of glee lol

LAST MOVIE? uhh the rise of skywalker (with cody which means i haven't watched a movie since i last saw them rip)

SWEET/SPICY/SAVORY? all but i'm a spicy boy

RELATIONSHIP STATUS? cody deancodedinthewater is my qpr gay thing :)

CURRENT OBSESSIONS? ohh well i'm making my way through the percy jackson books rn!! i'm only on book 2 but i'm loving it a lot

LAST THING YOU GOOGLED? flats for rent in [redacted] :)

actually gonna tag people i want to know better and not just the folks i always tag this time: @aetherology @winged-horrors @keistance

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kellachfromthewoods · 9 months

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hey, do you want to RP with kell's scrimblo bimblos?

I should rekindle my interest in the game with some gosh danged RP, so here's a short introduction of who I got and some hooks to get you more interested!

Kellach Woods - Adventurer, Masked "hero", Explorer of the Unknown (Balmung) The main man. The masked wonder himself. The lad what casually breaks the laws of aetherology by his very existence, more often than not to his detriment. Married, currently helping out his husband as a healer in Gridania as essentially a healing echo person or to diagnose the source of injuries. A lean, mean, weapon-swinging miming machine.

You need to investigate some ruins/forgotten lands/abandoned areas/anything dangerous and need extra muscle.

You need someone to investigate something for you, and unfortunately Hildibrand Manderville does not have time to take your request.

You want something to do with Ul'dah's coliseum and need a man on the inside.

You caught wind that there are several authorities who want him captured and/or monitored for reasons ranging from the frivolous to the deadly serious.

Einrich Woods - Scholar, Atoning Reaper, Former Garlean genocide apologist (Balmung)

Brother to the above and one of the last two remainders that their people existed. Got a bit too involved with the Ala Mhigan war and committed acts that even the Resistance thought went too far, and eventually the guilt of which led him to an exiled Garlean Reaper who taught him the arts as he needs a power greater than his scholar infections to properly atone.

You've heared of the Diabolos' Rogues' actual plans and have learned their leader is still out there

You do not like the idea of more Reapers and want to perhaps end him for it

You found his heavily annotated Medica Thavnairica with notes on aether infections and want to know more (for whatever reason)

Someone you know was a victim of one of his experiments, or seeking justice for those

P'rih Maahl - Summoner, Theologian, Tribal quipper (Balmung)

A young mi'qote lass who seeks to learn of the tribal gods in order to catalogue their different aspects and historical summonings in what she dubs the Primal Primer. Had a close encounter with Ifrit that left her with enough aether to summon an Egi which led to her trying to figure out how to call upon the full power of the beasts without the whole pesky aether drain.

You need cultural insights on the different tribes of Eorzea and beyond.

Someone summoned a Primal and you need someone who's been proven to not be tempered as there is a porxie shortage

You're a member of the off shoot of the P tribe she was banished from, or a different P tribe member who wonders why she's not busy nurturing children.

You heard a friendly voice dispensing folk wisdom with quotes from her tribe (which you think are made up) and figured you wanted to check out what was going on.

Kazuhiro Liangshan - Mystic Ronin, Master of the Empty Sword, Can't remember a thing about his style (Balmung)

A hingan Raen who worked the fields yet during a skirmish that threatened to slaughter his village, he picked up a stray katana and inexplicably began to slaughter, as the inheritor to a style that is more mystical than practical, as he can use it innately, but cannot teach it nor write its forms.

You have somehow heard of the Mu no Ryu style exhibited by this peasant turned ronin and want to seek it out for some reason.

You spot a face-painted red Raen with a pompadour and may be wondering why this look.

You are both tasked with protecting the same person.

You are both drinking in the same establishment.

Maleiscion Ornedwesfv - Dark Knight, Cursed Child, Idiot (Balmung, Zalera)

An exile from his Viera tribe due to a curse that made him ill-suited for male viera tribal lifestyle and other things, he cast himself out at a young age and ended up wandering to Ishgard, where he encountered Dark Knights and found that he could use his "curse" to help the downtrodden. Of course, his curse is just an aetherogenetic anomaly and not actually magical in any way, but he won't let that stop him.

You need a Dark Knight to enact justice on the untouchable.

He is a male viera in an urban area, which should be a curiosity alone.

You seek to cure his curse, yet it keeps resisting all attempts (because it does not exist, and perhaps you should be the one to tell him).

You are a member of said tribe who wishes to commiserate on a potential shared past.

That's what I got, I do have more but that's what I remember at the moment.

#ffxiv rp #balmung #zalera

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snotsloth · 2 months

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I had a funny thought in the shower about Orion being averse to formal titles...

Artoirel: Orion, I am working on Aymeric's RSVP for House Durendaire's Spring Gala. I just wanted to confirm which titles I should use for you and Kendra.

Orion: Please tell me you didn't use Warriors of Light. It's so ostentatious.

Artoirel (frustrated): Well, it is your title.

Orion: It's a folk-name, not an actual position. It would be like if Cid went about proclaiming himself the Prodigy of Garlemald. Ridiculous!

Artoirel: Fine, then we'll just have to use one of your official titles.

Orion (turning back to his work, dismissively): I don't have any titles.

Artoirel flips a paper and starts reading off a prepared list because he knew this would happen.

Artoirel: Captain Orion D'Oschon of the Maelstrom.

Orion: I'm just in the reserves, not active duty. It would be presumptuous to use the rank in a social circumstance when I've never actually been part of the chain of command. You may list Kendra as Commander though. That should work for her.

Artoirel (sighs heavily but makes a note about Kendra): Knight Orion of House Fortemps?

Orion: We both know your father only knighted me to make it possible for me to appear at high society functions without causing a scandal.

Artoirel: Oh, like the sort of function we're discussing right now? (Orion just glares over the rims of his glasses.) Fine, Archon then.

Orion (turning back to his work): Not actually an Archon.

Artoirel: I have it on good authority that the Studium has begged you to take your marks at least three times in the past year.

Orion: If I ever take my marks, it will be because I earned them just like everyone else.

Artoirel: And helping to bring knowledge of dynamis to Eorzea, resurrecting Nymian marine field medicine, revolutionizing the field of aetherology, and proving the possibility of both multiversal and time travel are not adequate enough feats of scholarship?

Orion (muttering): Not if they're not peer reviewed.

Artoirel (migraine quickly blooming): I don't even know how you'll dodge this one, but I know you'll say something; Son of Ala Mhigo.

Orion: You do know I'm not actually Ala Mhigan, right?

Artoirel: Fury take me now. How about Student of Baldesion?

Orion: ...

Artoirel (massaging his own forehead): Please there can't possibly be -

Orion: No, no, I am an active member of the Students, it's true. And it would promote the organization to Ishgardian society, which would make Krile happy. I suppose if you must use some sort of formal title, Student of Baldesion would be most appropriate.

Artoirel: Fantastic, I'll write up the RSVP before you have a chance to change your mind.

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #orion d'oschon #fic writing #might expand on this later #artoirel de fortemps

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miqomonkly · 9 months

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Hi idk which one to ask! 😅

✘: Who do they detest the most? Do they typically avoid this person or antagonize them?

💧: Are there any places they avoid? If so, why?

💔: Have they ever had their heart broken? If so, why or how did it happen?

There are just so many good ones, yeah? XD

X: (Couldn't find the emoji) There are several people Lyanna outright despises, though most of them actually deserve her ire.

Lord Lolorito: Outside of his dealings surrounding the Bloody Banquet, I'lyanna finds the man wicked and conniving. She has a modicum of respect for him only so far as his business management capabilities; beyond this, she sees him as nothing more than a greedy, scheming villain. A necessary evil that she wishes she could expunge from history.

Tedalgrinche de Dzemael: Considering her close relations to House Hallienarte, including but not limited to her tutelage in Machinistry under Stephanivien, it's natural that many in House Dzemael night consider her a nuisance. Tedalgrinche's effort to discredit and shame the Manufactory, however, have earned him a particular place in the Miqo'te's blacklist. Even after their victory against Veri Seren, Lyanna makes sure to keep a wide berth from him... lest a "stray" gesture mar his ever so perfect Visage.

Baroness Melisie: Again featured during the Machinist storyline, Melisie is an inquisitor who seeks to besmirch the name of the Hilda's Hounds and the newly founded hierarchy of Ishgard. Her lack of empathy towards the lower class and her willingness to go as far as heresy to see her goals accomplished fills I'lyanna with a rage even she can't quite describe. Thankfully, after thwarting her plans, the Temple Knights took her into custody and away from the Miqo'te'a wrath.

Ilberd Feare: I don't think there needs to be a reason listed, but on top of being an accessory to murder, his efforts led to the betrayal of friends and colleagues, and caused far more damage then he could even realize. Add to that his orchestration of the murder of hundreds of his own countrymen... well...

Professor Erik: This man... while I'lyanna respects and appreciates him for the work his has done towards the study of aetherology as well his assistance in the trials she and Widargelt faced in their Monk training... she also will be the first to tell you he is an arrogant, stuck-up, inconsiderate soul... mostly, anyway. His nonchalant insults and demeaning behavior of those with "lesser minds" will never cease to infuriate I'lyanna, and she will always call him out on it... though the way in which he brushes such insults aside makes her even more furious. There are several instances where she has been held back from outright clocking the man across his jaw.

💧: For the longest time, I'lyanna would avoid Pearl Lane on Ul'dah like the plague. Even before Ala Mhigan refugees tried their luck at making a living there, it had always been known as a rather seedy place. Lots of dark and unsavory things were believed to have happened along it's street, and I'zahn wasn't about to let his daughters go anywhere near it, even if chaperoned.

These days, it doesn't scare I'lyanna to go down Pearl Lane... but even now, she still feels a hint of trepidation when she does.

💔: The greatest heartbreak she's experienced to date has been the loss of Haurchefant, the one man she truly felt she had fallen in love with. And of course, losing her family was certainly heartbreaking.

As far as "unique" heartbreaks, I don't currently know of any. Sorry to disappoint...

Thank you for asks! 🧡🧡🧡

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Article Title: Creation of an Anima Based Aetheric Construct Reading Level: Considered appropriate for those of thirteen summers and up Abstract: Following the general outline previously proposed in “A Conceptual Framework for the Use of Anima in Creating an Aetheric Fairy Construct”, we have engineered solutions to the problems presented therein and at last reached a viable solution. Using an anima soulgem as a basis for a soulstone, along with insights from the fields of aetherology and Nymian mathematics, we have succeeded in creating an anima based aetheric fairy construct. I can’t keep writing this. Not without the Archon. The work is complete, but I can’t finish this without the Archon, she should be here to review our work. Notes: 1203-03: Abstract still incomplete. Article remains unsubmitted. 1204-01: Co-author still unavailable. Retain for future action. 1205-02: Co-author still unavailable. Retain for future action. 1206-01: I am so sorry. 1207-01: Copied to new notebook. 1208-05: I do not want to keep doing this. Archiving.

~*~

Klynt was awake, and she was not sure why. As she had left the campfire earlier, she had thought that she would have the yurt to herself for the night and an opportunity to perhaps, just once, get some of the good sleep.

Instead she found herself staring at the inside of her eyelids at some gods forsaken oh dark hundred hour when she heard Zoissette slip in quietly. The gentle light of her new fairy familiar bobbed along aside her, flitting through the air.

She frowned, and sat up a bit.

“Sorry,” said Zoissette quietly, beginning to undress. “I did not mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t,” grumbled Klynt, rubbing a hand down her face, irritated at herself more than anything. “What are you doing here?”

“I sleep here, Klynt.”

“No, I mean, what are you doing back?”

“Where else would I be?”

“Last I saw, you’d ducked off with Y’shtola to go someplace or another.”

“Yes. It is a clear night, and Y’shtola was interested in my thoughts on the local constellations. She thought we might put some distance between us and any sources of light, so that I could see better, and tell her what I could see.”

“…and how’d that go?”

Zoissette was sitting now, pulling off her boots, and as she spokes, Klynt swore she could hear the smile in her voice.

“It was pleasant. I spoke how what little I have learned about how the arts are practiced here are different from both the Ishgard and Sharlayan methods. I lack your skill for divination and augery, but I know much of probability and its applications. She asked me to describe the stars and constellations for her.”

Klynt sat up, interested. “And?”

“And I fear I bored her. I ran out of things to say and was quiet for a while, and by the time something came to mind, she had fallen asleep against my side.”

“…and!?” asked Klynt, pushing herself to sit up even further.

Zoissette paused, and Klynt could see her outline shift as she turned to look at her. By Lavender’s light, Klynt could see a perplexed look on Zoissett’s face.

“And so I brought her back to camp and set her to bed.”

Klynt wanted to get up and pick up Zoissette and throw her in Y’shtola’s tent.

However, she had promised long ago to leave the question of these sorts of things alone, so instead she collapsed back into her bed.

“…why are you awake, anyroad?” asked Zoissette, settling in to her own bed.

“Dunno,” said Klynt, because she didn’t, and it was irritating. “Wondering what happens next, I s’pose.” She wasn’t, actually, but she figured she should say something.

“Well, tomorrow, Archon Y’shtola will be finishing her investigation into the Allagan ruins. Or did you mean what will happen next with Garlemald?”

“Sure, why not.”

“Well. The loss of two colonies is certain to sting. I would think it wisest of them to pull back and consolidate their current holdings, but they may retaliate, or make another bid for expansion elsewhere. If they do… I suppose they would have little choice to make a push through Ghimlyt. Honestly, though, I think any such offensive campaign would be short lived. They will need to recover from their losses, and the Alliance will want to take time to consolidate and reinforce their own forces.”

“So one last bit of noise is what you’re saying, and then what?” asked Klynt. Big picture campaign stuff was not in her wheelhouse, but Zoissette seemed to know her stuff, and she was awake anyroad, so might as well keep asking the question.

“And then, if we are fortunate, perhaps we can go about our lives without the weight of the fate of entire civilizations and the star bearing down on us.”

Klynt barked a laugh, and Zoissette let out a snort of amusement as well.

“What would you even do, huh?” asked Klynt.

Zoissette was quiet for a bit, and Klynt watched as Lavender floated down to sit on one of the tables, little legs kicking over the side, the fairy watching her curiously.

Already this new little bug was more interesting than Foxglove had ever been.

“…I do not know,” said Zoissette. “There is always so much I want to look into and it seems there is never enough time. I think, though, that first… that first, I would like to see what Archon Y’shtola does. She helped me instantiate Lavender, but that is just the first step. There is so much more to do there. Not the least of which is write up the paper about our work so far. Maybe she would be willing to accept another offer of help for help.“

Zoissette sighed. “I can only hope that the star manages to keep its peace for just a little bit this time.”

“Yeah, that’s always the hope, isn’t it?” said Klynt.

Lavender let out a little yawn, just before she turned into a bright sphere of light that spiraled upward before vanishing into a glittering cloud of dissipating aether. And Klynt yawned as well.

Finally, sleep was beckoning.

“I’m going to try to get some shut-eye. Good night, Zoey.”

“…good night, Klynt. Sleep well.”

“Yup,” said Klynt, closing her eyes, and this time, she found her way rapidly to unconsciousness.

Zoissette watched her friend for a few moments, then shook her head and rolled over, laying her head down.

Just a little bit of peace.

It’d be nice.

#The Incident #Subject: Zoissette Vauban

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