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RP Log: Rising takes Cravs out of the clinic to reflect on the Rising holiday in Thanalan.
Rising Lotus stepped out of the camp with Cravendy in tow, frequently looking back to make sure she was walking alright. Probably over worried. She did shake off a brutal hit and then got wasted, but still! She was taking her out of the clinic for some reason. "Thanks for comin' out here with me, though I'm sure you're happy to be sprung."
Cravendy Hound gives Rising a thankful look. Donning her usual armor, the only hint that she’s still recovering is the wince she makes while moving too fast and the stiff movement that comes as a result. Rising is right - despite her injuries, Cravs has been busy and whether her friend took her out or not, she’d have still found opportunities to slip out. Rising being here, however, shields this particular outing from well-intentioned nagging.
Cravendy Hound: “Aye! Thanks for takin’ me out. If I don’t get walked daily like a dog, I’m liable to chew on my tail, ahah!” she jokes. “But anyway, where to?”
Rising Lotus: "Jus' up the road a ways," she answered quickly before starting off at a modest pace. "You healin' up alright?" she sort of blurted the question out as if to move forward. "Between the tower an' the shite the Maelstrom is puttin' ya through, was pretty worried 'bout ya for a bit."
Cravendy Hound nods as she picks up the pace. “Don’t worry. Heartwood clinics set me good...hah. Since our doctors ‘ave ‘ad a wealth of experience,” she notes while looking over landscapes of dry shrub, sage, and wild aldgoats. “The Maelstrom ‘as been understandin’ all things considered.”
Cravendy Hound: “I asked ‘em to put the pirate ‘untin’ on ‘old for a bit so I could ‘elp out with the towers in La Noscea instead. They were supportive, so that’s good,” Cravs says as she faces forward at Rising’s back, unintentionally brushing over the details of this deal.
Rising Lotus: "Wish the same could be said on how they're treatin' Kazu..an' that situation..." she spat onto the dusty path. "Willin' to jus' let them captives die...doesn't sound like no Adders I've ever heard of." she kicked a rock into the brush. "But I 'spose Limsa is made from pirates, so maybe they're more laid back in such things? Anyway, here's hopin' we’ll help out more tempered out there." she let out a sigh afterwards, doubt poking through her optimism.
Cravendy Hound tips her nose up an ilm at the mention of Kazu and her expression tightens. “...They ain’t treatin’ ‘im right, and I personally think someone’s ‘oldin’ a grudge against ‘im. It’s not like the Alliance sees all who’ve worked with the Empire like they’re irredeemable. If that were the case, then what about Doma and Ala Mhigo?” She releases her breath, tired but trudging along regardless.
Cravendy Hound: “Limsa’s another story...but it was born from the bloodiest seadogs known to man. All this rule followin’ is what’s unusual, not the other way around. So aye. Ye can say it’s more laid back.” There's a slight tinge of sourness in her voice - of bitterness and longing. The age of unrestricted piracy is over, and she still mourns aspects of that.
Rising Lotus: "Aye, somethin' feels off, but I don't think he's gonna give us answers any more than they would. Hard enough to find the guy." As the bridge came into view, Rising started to go off the path, crunching on the dried grass as she led Cravs forward. "Jus' gonna have to try an' keep an' eye on him more than usual, see if we can spot anythin' out of the ordinary either when he's alone, or talkin' to them folks orderin' him around."
Rising Lotus: "Oh, watch out for snakes out here by the way, usually there ain't any up this way but they can be hard to spot in all this brush. Last thing any of us need is to get poisoned." she paid a bit more attention to her footing as they neared their destination.
Cravendy Hound smiles when she hears Rising shares her opinion on the matter and that she’ll also be keeping an eye out for shady business. “That’s good. We all gotta watch each other’s backs.” Cravs goes quiet for a time as she locks eyes with Rising’s ankles pushing through yellow grass. Left, right. Left, right. The steady march forward happens in Crav’s mind as well. “...Maybe more than just watchin’. If we think somethin’ bad is already ‘appenin’, we oughta strike instead of wait.”
Cravendy Hound: “Snakes? They’ll rattle to let us know afore we step on ‘em, r-right?” Cravs is more jumpy now though. Every branch is seen instead as a viper, and she swears more than once as she follows in Rising’s footsteps.
Rising Lotus: "..Aye...though we don't wanna do somethin' that'll put us an' Kazu in worse graces...probably." It still felt weird to her to not just, jump into action as she had before, perhaps being around two others like that had forced her to grow restraint. "Some will, but we're almost there."
Rising Lotus || Clearing through the last bit of brush, they reached a part of the cliff that jutted out. Rising went to speak, then stopped, clearing her throat to steel her resolve. "Y-You can jus' sit by the tree, for a moment. It won't be too long." She paused again, staring at the corrected aether coiling out of the mountain ahead.
Cravendy Hound laughs lightly. “Hah, ye and me both! I feel blind as a bat navigatin’ this shite, fightin’ with words instead of my gun...So I’m ‘opin’ I don’t end up causin' fuss. Heartwood can’t really afford another.”
Cravendy Hound raises a brow, curious about why Rising has chosen this location in particular. She does as asked and leans back, carefully bracing herself against the tree so that she looks relaxed. It’s half true - once she’s in the position, she feels better, but the transitionary stuff in between has Cravs masking the soreness she’s still recovering from.
Rising Lotus slowly steps forward until she's past the crunchy ground and onto the solid rock face of the cliff. She stops around three fulms from the edge, just looking out to the otherside of the canyon silently. After a little while she pulled something out of her satchel, it looked like some manner of twisted spike? It would be hard to tell from where Cravs would be standing. She merely held it tightly in her gauntleted hand while her bare one moved to her eyes as it seemed she was losing her composure.
Cravendy Hound can see the spike, held in Rising’s hand as she stands tall on a stony cliff, but she can’t see the details. How tightly her friend is holding it, or the minute shifts in her breathing, her cracking composure; Cravs lifts from the tree and takes a single step towards Rising, uncertain but sensing something off. “Risin’? What are ye tryin’ to do?”
Rising Lotus sniffles a bit as she continues to cry, slowly turning to Cravs. "S-Sorry...It..well, I guess it looks...off with it broken." Returning from the outcrop, she offers the item over to Cravs, the twisted piece of metal red and looking to have been snapped, or blown off as the case was, from the whole. " From my old spear...only part I got of it..."
Rising Lotus broke her sobs up with a bit of chuckling when she realized how stupid it must of looked. "I'm not..mournin' my spear..." she sniffled a bit. " 'Round this time I always visit here, since I used to come with with me ma, an'..she died 'round this time.." she took a few moments to collect herself. "...bought that piece of junk with the money I got for sellin' our old shack..so it's...hard havin' less of it left."
(Rising Lotus) Wow that rain was sudden))
(Cravendy Hound) ahahah it's appropriate! ))
Cravendy Hound - One step turns to many as she walks to Rising’s side. There’s a sand tossed silence that extends while Cravs stares hard at the spear fragment, gaze prickly and tense as always. The voice that comes out eventually, however, doesn’t match her gruff act. It is softer, unguarded, and flicked with echoes of something silver. Her captain saw it in Cravs as well - the gemstone in the rough.
Cravendy Hound: “Risin’,” she starts. Cravs moves her hand over the one that Rising is using to clench the spear. “Do ye miss ‘er?”
Rising Lotus nodded quickly, hand clenching the spear prong tightly as Crav's hand covered hers, sobbing a bit harder. "Aye..'specialy 'round this time..." she scoffed a bit. " I mean most folks..have trouble with...this time an' all.." there was a bit of frustration in her voice, a big mix of emotions from letting a little out. "But..It ain't so hard..or...it don't need to be...Riylli came with me last year...so I jus' needed someone again.."
Cravendy Hound: “Ain’t no trouble,” Cravs reaffirms. Her fingers settle over Rising’s gauntleted knuckles, calloused skin pressed against metal. “Thank ye for bringin’ me ‘ere.”
Cravendy Hound gaze steadily moves from their hands to Rising’s upper arm. She’s unable to meet Rising’s eyes head on right now, but she’ll work her way up to that in time. “It’s exactly what it needs to be. Just cause it’s ‘ard don’t mean it’s supposed to be easier. In fact, ‘ow ye feel...it’s evidence of yer love. That’s what loss is, too.”
Cravendy Hound: “Ye loved something so much that when it left, it left a ‘ole. There ain’t no movin’ past or around it, just...livin’ with it.” She lets out a tight sigh. “It stays with ye, and it should.”
Rising Lotus was silent aside from the huffing and sniffling from her sobbing as she listened to Cravendy speak, eyes still looking at their hands. She let the words sink in for a few moments before swallowing and opening her mouth to speak, finding her resolved to do it after one or two attempts. "It's harder this time..'cause the spear...but.." she lets out a soft sigh. "...thank you for comin'...it makes it easier, than it used to be." she was silent for a few more moments as tears still rolled down her cheeks. "...I got other...'holes'..yet..I think you an' Riylli know...I jus' ignore them." she turned her head away, glancing down the cliff. "..so..thanks for, helpin' me with 'em...an' uh.." she just rolled her shoulders in a lazy shrug as she rubbed the tears out of her eyes once more.
Cravendy Hound has finally made it up to Rising’s eyes. It’s hard for her to hold the stare as well - Cravs keeps looking away, or faltering - but she makes a serious effort despite her own shaking foundations. “Sometimes, that’s the only thing ye can do. Pretend they don’t exist. But I found, even if yer terrified of what might happen, addressin’ yer demons is...needed. I learned that the ‘ard way.”
Cravendy Hound: “I’d offer ye my bandana, but it’s pourin,” Cravs jokes, hoping to lift Rising with a bit of levity.
Cravendy Hound: “Ye know, some people make fun of gettin’ overly attached to objects, but that’s hogwash. Shit’s important. Why don’t we take that scar--” she points at the spear fragment. “--and transform it into somethin’ meaningful? To turn it from somethin’ broken into a part of a whole again, itself but ‘onored.”
Rising Lotus was able to meet Crav's gaze for a moment as well, she still looked a bit uncomfortable, scared, and yet thankful, and the quip did lighten her mood a quick tad too, chuckling as they both were soaked. "I-I...I'll...try to deal with 'em..." ((tho as we know from a certain event that takes place in the future >:])) as she thinks on it more, her eyes drift to the spear fragment.
Rising Lotus: "...Y-yeah...don't rightly know what you could do with it...but I think, that..that would be good." she gripped it tighter for a few moments.
Cravendy Hound laughs with Rising as she reaches up to lift a curl of dripping green hair. “Shower’s taken care of, though!”
Cravendy Hound: “Anyway, take it at yer own pace. Sometimes, the world will shake ye and force ye to face stuff afore yer ready, but otherwise, that’s what I would do. Comb over stuff slowly and one at a time,” she answers plainly, non-judgemental of putting stuff off. Twelve knows she did for so long and, to an extent, still does. But who in their right mind could set out to face everything at once and hope to get anything done?
Cravendy Hound removes her hand from Rising’s and scratches her chin in thought. “Hmm, well. No rush ‘ere too, but to toss some ideas yer way....Ye could turn a piece of it into a necklace, like a good luck charm? Or maybe sharpen it again and attach it to yer new spear?”
Rising Lotus was snuffling herself down as she soaked in what Cravs was telling her, she had heard similar advice before as well. She just still needed a push to try and follow it. "T-Thank you..for that...an' comin' here with me..." she gave Cravs a few short and quick nods as she ran her arm over her eyes another time, mostly moving water around at this point. Bringing the twisted prong closer, she inspect the metal spike. "..I don't know yet...I think I'll have to think more 'bout it.."
Rising Lotus: safely tucked it back away, turnin' back towards the canyon. "...when we'd come here I used to throw rocks over the edge, my ma would get so sore at me, said I could hit somethin'." she smiled weakly. "...I 'spose we should get back, don't need to catch another cold."
Cravendy Hound mouth quirks into a doggish grin. She pats Rising on the back a little too hard. It’s enough to knock the air out of her. “Yer thinkin’ about it! That’s the first step.”
Cravendy Hound looks over the cliff and snorts. “What’re ye gonna ‘it? The ground? Better ye toss rocks down a cliff than at a person.” Her grin falls slightly as she finds herself a little envious of Rising’s upbringing. At least you had a mom. It’s a petty thought that she quickly pushes out by force.
Cravendy Hound: “I’m used to bein’ soaked and worked till sea salt sank into my bones, so I’ll be fine. Ye, on the other ‘and, look paler than a sod who retched up their lunch. We oughta get back to the clinic fast. Can’t ‘ave ye goin’ under,” Cravs says with a chuckle, purposefully poking fun at her own situation by reversing it to an extreme. Rising looks positively fine right now, and she’s the one who isn't physically. “Let’s go, then.”
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TW: Mention of violence, mention of death, mention of slavers.
Feat. Xana'h Nbolo
Xana'h Nbolo mumbles to himself as he shuffles up the stairs and down the narrow hallway towards the alchemists' guild. He chews on the butt of his unlit cigarette like he means to eat it, and his fingers are knotted together in front of him, pulling at joints and picking at claws. As he rounds the corner, he nearly misses White Rabbit in the corner and internally debates on whether he should just pretend he didn't see her or stop. Xana'h Nbolo stops, on the first step up, and turns slowly to look at her from behind glasses perched high. "What an interesting and benevolent sight you are, for once, White," he drawls, shuffling closer. The closer he gets, the quieter his voice, until it's near a mumble under his breath. "What a strange place to find you, dipped into a dark corner around this part of the city."
White Rabbit stood leaning against the hallway's wall, her gaze had followed each and every single person who passed through over the bell or two, maybe even three that she had been there. Waiting. Watching for someone. She hadn't seen them yet. Who she did see pulled her ever-present smile into a smirk as she tilted her towards him a little bit. "Is it? Really that strange to see me. Here?" She stared through his shades, making note of how he moved. "It's just a hallway. To the alchemists' guild." White Rabbit stole a glance past him down the hall towards said guild. A super quick one. Her gaze was back on his before he knew it. "Are you goin' there? Are you buyin'? What are you gettin'? Is it somethin' fun~"
Xana'h Nbolo shrugs and tilts his head this way and that. "Not in the city, no, but up here, near there," he gestures towards the guild. "You're as nosey as ever, though, it seems. I am going near there, yes, to... chat. Not buy. Because no one is selling." His teeth grind at the butt of his cigarette, and he makes to dismiss their conversation out of irritation before he remembers why he stopped at all. "Whiiiite," he coos, tilting his head so far to one side his neck makes a discomforting, but relieving crack. "You like to keep your ears close to the ground, yes? You like to eavesdrop and know things, right? I couldn't bother you about hearing something going around the rumor mill, could I?"
White Rabbit narrowed-eyed in amusement. She was torn between opening her mouth and saying she knew or keeping it shut. She compromised with herself, opening her mouth to ask, "There's always somethin' goin' around the rumor mill." Was she going to be that way? Yes. She was. Curious about a lot of things that she just had to wait to have answered. "You'll have to tell me what kind, you see? If you want me to know which it might be." She had a feeling she already did. Like he said, people weren't selling.
Xana'h Nbolo tongues at the butt of his cigarette, moving it from one corner of his mouth to the next. It remains unlit, which is unusual given the time and place. His fingers won't stop fussing with the hems of his coat. He moves to stand right next to White, back up against the wall, and a sigh leaves his lips. "Fences are running scared and refusing to work because a couple were found killed in Thanalan. Would any of your guard friends know more about that?"
White Rabbit watched the movement of his fingers out of the edge of her gaze, her own creeping around his waist when he moved next to her. She'd leave her arm there, around him if he let her as she leaned in, looking up at him smiling a knowing smile. "How many is a couple? Two? Three? What have you heard, Stargazer?"
Xana'h Nbolo frowns, moreso at her words than at the hand around his waist. He doesn't move to keep her from touching him, but his tail flicks and his ears twitch. "A couple is a couple, it's two. Do you know or don't you, if not I have other people to talk to."
White Rabbit frowns back at him, but it's a forced one. The corners leveled out, then curled back up to the slight smile she always held if it wasn't something smirky or devious. Or some mixture of both. It wasn't either now. "I do." She gave him that, but reminded him, maybe annoyingly, "We both know, Stargazer. Most of that kind of know isn't cheap. Or free. But I'll give you a little somethin'. Seein' I'm a kind woman. Don't think you'll get anythin' over at the guild. I already asked. They don't know shite. Not the right kind."
Xana'h Nbolo | This time, he does take a step away and swats at the arm around his waist. "Fine. How much are you asking?" It isn't so much that he's annoyed at her for charging - business is business, and they are, if anything and only, business partners - but the entire situation has him on edge in a way that he hasn't been in years and it's, admittedly, a little scary.
White Rabbit could have asked for coin, it was king in the city. And really anywhere for that matter. She didn't. "One favor." Between them she lifted a finger, reaching out to give a tap on the tip of his nose. "I think that's a good trade! A won-der-ful one. Don't you?"
Xana'h Nbolo scrunches his nose and frowns further. "I don't do favors. Why can't you just ask for coin like every other bastard in this city? It's not like I'm spending it on anything with the recent happenings."
White Rabbit gave him a look, the kind that asked, 'really?'. "How much are you goin' to need when you can get it? Again." She smiled. "It's just one favor. Only one!"
Xana'h Nbolo rolls his eyes behind his glasses. "What is the favor?" He asks, then adds hastily. "I'm not agreeing to it! I want to know what it is before I answer."
White Rabbit lifted her shoulders into a shrug. "I don't know. I don't need one yet! But when I do..." Leeeeaning his way, onto one foot she peered up under his shades. "I'll call on you." She yoinked herself back down onto two feet, leaning against the wall again. "It will be a fair trade! I'm not goin' to ask you to put yourself in harm's way. Or somethin' Similar. No, I couldn't! Wouldn't. Can't do that. I'd miss that face too much."
Xana'h Nbolo follows her face with his own, making sure she can’t see under his glasses. If she does manage to sneak a peek, his eyes are a little red rimmed and bloodshot. "Oh no, I trust your favor wouldn't be dangerous, I suspect it will be annoying though," he huffs and clicks his tongue. "Don't be telling anyone else I gave you a favor - that is not something I trade for. But this one time... fine. Awful creature. Now talk."
White Rabbit did indeed sneak a little peek, making a note. "I won't tell a single livin' soul. Not one!" Her smirk that had claimed her lips softened as she did what he wanted and talked in a hushed voice, "There were four. Of them. Not countin' another. Or the others. That might be connected." Slipping half a step over she bumped into him. "They have red makin', you see? Ones on their face. Do you know about them? What they mean?" She did. "Slavers."
Xana'h Nbolo clicks his tongue, but not at White this time, and sneers, showing fangs. "So I'd heard that they might've been. Feckin' perfect, that regular fences are too scared to show their faces because some slavers got themselves into trouble, I'd feckin' strangle their lights out too." His brows furrow as a hand comes up to rub at his temple. "I know one was found in the south and I haven't been able to travel there either."
White Rabbit let her gaze wander, following his hand. "There was one in the east." She started to count on her fingers, starting with and her index pressing against the other. "He had his throat ripped out." Then to the middle, ring, and back to the index it returned. "There were four in a house. A small house. One in the Golden Bazaar. It's said it was a bloodbath. Three of them had the same markin's. One. Didn't. Nothin' was taken. Same with the one in the east. Except his throat."
Xana'h Nbolo blinks at her, startled. That's a lot more than a couple, but then again no one really wanted to talk about it. The group he frequented didn't do slavers, it's why he liked doing business with them, and talking about them was inviting trouble. "I know of the one in the Bazaar. All else hasn't really been spoken about," he shakes his head. "I don't care that they're dead, they're better for it, but for feck's sake could it have been done quieter? Who the feck is going about making such a show and scaring the rest of the underground economy into the shadows?"
White Rabbit stared at him a moment. Then a moment more. Her mouth kept shut the entire time until she agreed, "They are. Better. Six fulms under." She figured his question was one of those rhetorical one. Her lips parted, just a tiny bit as if to say something. She didn't, pressing them back together into a smile.
Xana'h Nbolo squints at her. His stash may be thinning, and a headache on the rise behind his temples, but he swear he catches White readying to say something, and saying nothing at all. Which is weird, for White, to shut up about something. "What is it?" He asks, bringing his hand down and folding his arms in front of him. "You looked like you had more to say and my gripes are done."
White Rabbit arched a brow, asking, "Did I? I think your shades have a smudge, Stargazer." as the other followed close behind.
Xana'h Nbolo: "And I think you realized that whatever your favor is isn't enough to say what it is you wanted to say," he tilts his head to one side, grinning but it sits sharp and a little wrong. "Let me put it like this - you and I have no business until this gets resolved. I have no product to sell because I'm using it for me. This shite domino effect is ruining those of us who are trying to keep a moral leg up on slavers and we've been lumped in with them anyway. So if you have something to say, White, say. It."
White Rabbit: "What I realized, Stargazer—" the little name she gave him sharpened as it slipped past her toothy grin, "is that. It might be better. If you don't. Know." Her words slowed, losing that sharpness that pointed to poke at his ears. "I think they're a mage." she shared anyway. "The one who's doin' all—" Lifting a hand she waved it around. "this."
Xana'h Nbolo narrows his eyes at her. "What makes you think it's a mage?"
White Rabbit slowly reached a finger out, trying to hook it on the sash tied around his waist. "It's really dry here. In the city. Outside of the city. Inside buildin's that are outside of the city. It'd be strange, so very weird, so odd to find one with a room completely wet anywhere. But here? Of all places." She wondered if he could keep up.
Xana'h Nbolo: "I'm assuming it was wet with something other than the blood leaking out of their torn open throats?" He guesses, as he finally goes digging through his coat for a match. "I would've thought someone let a hungry, wild animal in the room with them. Hands off, but the same outcome - dead."
White Rabbit shook her head. "Their throats weren't torn open. Or out. Not like that other guy." She added on, confirming that, "The room was. Wet. Damp-like. With water. Not blood."
Xana'h Nbolo mouths the word 'water' like he's trying to decipher what that means. "So it's either a conjurer, or a thaumaturge and the ice melted," he decides. "Either one making a scene like this would make sense; one doesn't know better and the other just doesn't give a shite." He hums as he lights his battered cigarette, and as the smokes it the violent flicking of his tail becomes smoother, swaying. "I'll keep that in mind. Anything else?"
White Rabbit added a third option, "Or they're sendin' a message." She eyed the cigarette. If it was any other time her hand would have been already halfway to plucking it out of her mouth, but it wasn't.
Xana'h Nbolo scoffs. "It's slavers. You can send a message by killing them quietly, I assure you. By making this big to-do, now every fencer, not just the ones that have no morals, are afraid of getting mistaken for the wrong people."
White Rabbit: "Which makes it more difficult for the slavers. If fences. Any of them aren't sellin' do you think they're buyin'? No. Nonononono." She shook her head towards him, whispering out, "They're not." Standing up she shrugged. "But what do I know." A lot. "I'm just a silly little rabbit."
Xana'h Nbolo: "Can't buy from dead people," he grouses. "Look, there's no winning in this, but there's a better way to do it. Lots of us can't do work now because of this, and I can't get any of what I need." He shoves his fingers underneath his glasses and rubs his eyes. He looks like he wants to ask something, but instead says, "If this keeps up for a week, don't come looking for me. I'll be of no use for your favor, nor will I be in the mood to see anyone."
White Rabbit let out a small chuckle behind a smile that looked a little strained. Or it could have been the bad lighting. "No. You can't. Unless you can talk to the dead. Can people do that? Talk to them. Would that mean you could buy from them too?" That train of thought veered onto another track, the look on his face being the lever that changed it over. "What is it?" she asked the familiar question. If he thought she'd leave it at just the question, he'd be wrong. "What were you goin' to say? To ask? Come on, stargazer. I told you. Didn't I? Think of it as another trade~"
Xana'h Nbolo: "I'm sure some people can try to. I've heard White Mages can do ridiculous things, so why not talk to the dead?" He follows her silly train of thought, hoping she'll keep on it until she doesn't. He sighs into his hands, and brings them back down to fuss with his sash. "Can you... check on the house, in a week's time. I can't be there until this is shite has worked itself out, but I can't leave the house empty." He keeps it vague, but he thinks she'll be able to pick up on it just fine.
White Rabbit let out an amused huff, thinking the whole talking to the dead was silly. They're dead. But the train was past that. She stared at him through his shades, breaking away to watch his fussy hands a moment. Only a moment. Her gaze returned back on up. "I. Can. Do that."
Xana'h Nbolo sucks in a long drag and lets the smoke billow out thick through his nose. "Great," he says, like it's the easiest thing in the world to ask for help. "Thanks for the information. I'm still going to go talk to some people at the guild, ask some things that you don't need to know." He points a clawed finger at her, but smirks for the first time today. "Stars be with you or whatever."
White Rabbit smirked a big smirk, one that pulled horn to horn and rounded her cheeks that pushed her gaze into a squint. "I don't? Now I'm curious. How can I not be? When you say it like that." Maybe she'd go poking her nose. Or she'd just make him think she would. There were choices. "I'll see you." She gave him a wiggly wave of her fingers in farewell, staying where she was to people-watch a little longer.
#[animal planet narraitor] and here we see a paranoid addict learning to trust#isn't it a beautiful sight?#♕ rp logs — white rabbit#❄ icepick in their sides#Xana'h Nbolo#final fantasy xiv#final fantasy 14#ffxiv#ff14
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Personnel: Primicerius Merilius nan Mizrelas
Log entry; MXXIV
Intranet ; Garlean ( personnel logs. ), Ghestal ( PRSNL. logs. )
Addendum; Reflection, Loss of the manufactorum.
Entry: We have thus far spent several months aboard the Ghestal, such be said, personnel reports ( as well as my own observations,) have thus far shown the morale of the crew, as well as our civilian charges, to have held up rather well. I suppose such should not be much of a surprise as the vast majority of us have spend nigh a decade ( in same cases, more. ) dwelling beneath that accursed glacier.
While I, as well as my colleagues, greatly appreciated the vast facilities afford to us by the Capital, an endless sprawl of caverns carved beneath the depths of a glacier leave much to be desired in regards to aesthetics, more so the rather drab, lackluster amenities afforded to us within the manufactorum proper. I suppose such was the motivation behind the efforts we placed into the designs of the Ghestal and its own sprawling interior over the aforementioned decade of it’s development. Yet.. such said, I must admit I will miss some of the sights of the allagan ruins, of which were no doubt eradicated in that all consuming devices wake.
Though it saddens me to lose the manufactorum we had spent so many years dedicated to performing our studies in the name of the empire, I fully stand by our decision to scuttle the facility upon our departure. The manufactrum itself , along with the allagan ruins it was founded upon, may have been lost in their entirety, consumed wholly by the allagan weapon of mass destruction detonated at its core, We have managed to not only keep the vast majority of our projects in their varied states, more importantly, the entirety of not just our records, but the allagan databases and many of its unique artifacts as well.
I must admit.. I do not know what the future holds for us, yet I am certain we as a people will weather it as we always have. The empire proper may have fallen into disarray, much of its lands now laid to ruin, but such can always be rebuilt, in time..
For now, however, we will carry out our duties aboard the Ghestal, as well as its escort fleet, if for no one else, but ourselves, and our future.
Though we may number naught more than those numbers boasted by an imperial legion proper, I believe such is more than enough to continue our way of life.
Regardless of such, It has been the decision of the senior assembly that we continue to operate estranged of those remaining legions who have thus far maintained their sanity, as well as limit our interactions with our own countrymen until such a time that we can be assured such will not invite our ruination.
The light of the capital may fade, Those of who remain will continue onward, our resolve unwavering, For we carry with us not just our way of life, it’s customs and traditions, and knowledge hard earned, but that which has made Garlemald so great, it’s people.
Glory be to Garlemald and it’s people. ..Where ever they may now roam.
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ever think about coming back to rp?
So I've been Rping off and on in World of Warcraft and FF14 recently. Nothing as crazy consistent as it used to be, but I am slowly dipping my toes back in.
To be honest, it's pretty difficult for me to get into in the way I used to for a variety of reasons which I will now detail because it's 2am on a work night and I've been cursed with no sleep.
The first reason is pretty predictable: Logistics. I work a lot more than I used to and have a job that has a pretty demanding on call schedule when it's my turn to take it. I live in a timezone that's also always too late or too early for most events, especially since I work Saturdays.
Reason two is also pretty "Yeah that sounds like him." I have -really- bad ADHD, and I find it really difficult to do forum or discord RP. I like writing in longer sessions because it helps me 'get into character' and keeps my focus since I'm constantly engaged. I like... Don't like to use my phone a lot for fun at work either. So it just means I forget threads exist or completely lose interest because things are going too slow. A lot of my RP partners have taken it personally which I feel bad about. But it's never that I don't want to it's just... I like having dictated time and the bonus of having an in game model to pose like a doll is honestly very helpful for retaining my focus.
And the final reason I'm struggling to get back into it is a bit more arcane.
I've had a lot of really fun and good rp experiences, but also a lot of not so great ones. And I guess I'm just super world wary of groups these days. I don't feel... Welcome or like I fit in almost every group I join. Part of that is for sure a personal problem, but I think I've just come to terms I'm sort of an acquired taste type personality. Sometimes ya boy can't help but be extremely opinionated even if the room clearly won't vibe. It's something I'm working on so I'm less abrasive to others. But it's still difficult. Checking myself is only one of many variables. I'm afraid of being hurt or disappointed when a story I spent months on falls apart because the participants lose interest.
So I still have all these grand ideas and full ass character bibles for cunts I don't even draw/rp no more. I'm just too chicken shit to put myself out there.
Recently I found a cool guild in wow for now. Hopefully it stats chill. It's low key for the most part. However, can't lie... I wanna dm them rp events again. Idk how the fuck I just logged in and did that shit.
In short, Anon, I'm trying but I'm weak.
I'll always love rp and do it off and on. I do wish I had the enthusiasm for it like I used to 😔
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laughs awkwardly as I log in, 3 months later
first off I hope you all have been doing well, I know it’s been a long time since I’ve last been here since roleplaying has essentially taken something of a backseat due to Life stuff; some of those things being
focusing on freelance work, makin them munnies
meeting the love of my life roughly 3 months ago exactly, she makes my heart explode, and I spend a lot of time with her as a result.
playing ff14 like a nerd and just about finished with max leveling every single battle class - as well as grinding the seal rock map for that hot coat, currently 77/100 right now 😩
posting to my personal blog a bit more often to showcase my work and thus make more money!!!! :3
All those reasons essentially leading up to me not logging in here to rp, because lemme tell ya - this half of the year has been wild, and I never expected myself to be in such a happy place both mentally and… honestly, literally. I’m thinking about making something of a quiet return here, though I got a lot of stuff to revamp / iron out still… mainly just yoinking some old muses I no longer really write out, potentially adding new ones, etc. etc. All depends on how I’m feelin’ once I’m less busy and have some extra time to spare. Thank you to those who stuck around, and I’m hoping to poke my head around on the dash a bit more often!!! Have a wonderful day/nightttt
#what’s shocking is that tumblr actually remembers the tags … but anywho-#i explain mostly everything under the Cut :D#( out for repairs ✦ ooc )
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i log into ff14 for the first time in a month to see where my character is only to be immediately greeted by piss kink rp in ul'dah. never change, balmung. never change.
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RP Log: Lin invites Barengar over to meet Wyda!
( @lettersnorth @autochthonousone )
Barengar Requingris had been somewhat surprised. It was everyday that he received a missive from Aislinn asking that he come visit so that she could introduce a friend of hers to him. Needless to say we wasn't about to let a request from her go unanswered. So he found himself leave so that he could make the trip to Heartwood headquarters for an evening. It was fortunate that it wasn't too far of a jaunt from Ishgard. It left more time for actual time spent with dear friends. So -- as he entered the building -- he heard the subtle murmur of chatter from below and made his way downstairs. He peered around the corner as he made it to the bottom. "Aislinn. Y-ou down h-ere?"
Aislinn North "...so here's the thing. Zorah and I were ready to sneak quietly by but that wasn't good enough. He had to jump out and yell at half a dozen pirates, all with loaded weapons." she shook her head. "/That's/ why he ended up all shot up. Something's not right with him. The Raen has a death wish." she paused as she heard Ren's voice. Looking up, a smile flashed briefly across her face as she hopped to her feet. He had made it. "Over here." she motioned to Barengar with a certain degree of excitement.
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn was eager to meet Barengar, having been told about the man by Aislinn for several months now. This made her a bit more scatterbrained than usual. Whatever Aislinn was talking about, Wyda wasn’t quite listening, although she did a good job of /appearing/ to be. Lots of nods and ‘you don’t say’ and ‘oh wow, interesting.’
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn - The moment he made it past the corner, Wyda got up from her seat, a wide smile already set on her face. The sudden motion sent the stool clattering. “It’s the man of the hour! Welcome to Heartwood!”
Aislinn North saw the stool begin it's downward journey and neatly sidestepped out of its way as though it was nothing out of the ordinary.
Aislinn North once it hit the floor and stopped, she merely bent down and set it back to rights again.
Barengar Requingris offered a subtle smile of his own upon sighting the two women. One decidedly familiar and the other vaguely so. He dipped his head forward in a firm nod and his customary grunt in way of greeting. "It's good t-o see y-ou." He offered to Aislinn before blinking and turning his gaze to Wyda's exuberance. "I ... ah ... " He cleared his throat before letting out a low chuckle. "Thank y-ou. Aiswyda, aye?"
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn nods once, and pats herself on the chest. “Yup, that’s me! It’s great to have an opportunity to meet you proper. Only so much could be said on your wedding day.”
Aislinn North Glanced between the two. "Aye, Barengar this is my good friend, Aiswyda. Aiswyda, this is Barengar, practically, nearly, might as well be family." she said by way of introduction.
Barengar Requingris glances back over to Aislinn and gives another subtle smile, dipping his head forward slightly. "Aye. Family in ev-ery way tha-t it matters." He glances back to Aiswyda. "An-d it's good t-o meet anyone tha-t Aislinn calls friend. They're a friend in kind as far as I'm concerned."
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn gave Ren a good, long look. “Ah, yes. I can see the resemblance.”
Barengar Requingris blinks at Aiswyda.
Aislinn North a small smile of amusement danced around her lips.
Aislinn North shook her head. "You know, most people don't." she quipped.
Barengar Requingris blinks again, looking over to Aislinn now. He just stares for a moment .. and then lets out a low and easy laugh.
Aislinn North motioned Barengar further into the lounge. "Come in. Can I get you a drink?" she did her best to look him over surreptitiously. He appeared to be in good health, which was a relief to her. "How's Ishgard?"
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn: “You both have that same, kind look in your eyes!” Wyda noted. She nodded to Lin’s statement, the idea of drinks always welcome in her book. “Right. Why don’t we all settle down somewhere? Would be rude to have our guest stand by the stairs...Unless you feel the need to run at all times.”
Aislinn North tilted her head. "Not Ren."
Barengar Requingris has certainly kept to the advice given to him. He was keeping his activity low. At least as low as he could. There still was the occasional pulse of aether from him but it wasn't anything beyond what had already been observed and he'd been keeping to the breathing exercises. It helped. He looked to Aislinn and nodded. "A porter if y-ou h-ave one around." He answered lowly to the first question. There's a slight look of amusement at Aiswyda’s observation regarding the eyes, his head shaking slightly before he answers the second of Aislinn's questions. "Cold an-d full o-f folk tha-t think they're more importan-t than they are." He grumbled slightly before offering up a single chuckle. "Bu-t it's well."
Aislinn North nodded. "Porter. Got it. Wyda?" she asked as she moved behind the bar. She shot Barengar a look of humor. The way he put it didn't make it sound 'well' to her. "Imagine that's mostly on account of Ellie. How's she doing?"
Barengar Requingris: "Hale an-d healthy. Good spirits too. Though it's gettin-g a bit hard f-or h-er t-o work as h-ard as she's used to." He laughs quietly, shaking his head. "Which was, admittedly, too much."
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn: “If there’s any rum left, that’s what I’ll have.” She takes the corner seat by the bar...just in case Ren wants to stretch his legs and sit on the far right. Tall people problems. “Ooh, Ishgardian high society? Now that’s something I know next to nothing about.”
Aislinn North rummaged behind the bar for a pint glass. Finding one, she set it on the bar and then lifted herself up on her toes in order to read the draught taps. "Hmm. You and me both." she murmured a bit distractedly. Finding the porter, she 'ahha'd' and poured the highlander a glass and passed it his way. "But, Ren here's a knight of the realm." she said with a smile the belied the pride she had for him in rising so high.
Aislinn North dipped under the bar and popped back up with a bottle of dark rum and a glass. She poured the Seawolf two fingers worth, neat. And left the bottle on the bar. For herself, she found a decent whiskey and did the same.
Barengar Requingris reaches his head out to slide the glass the rest of the way toward him. His head shaking with a gentle amusement as Aislinn brings up his knighthood. A notion that he'd only recently become used to. "Suppose tha-t's true, aye."
Barengar Requingris: "Though I tend t-o leave all th-e ... "high society-ing" t-o Ellie." He wrinkles his nose slightly before laughing and taking a drink.
Aislinn North slid a good-natured glance to Aiswyda. "He's still won't let me call him Ser Ren, though."
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn gratefully takes her glass with a nod. “If he’s a knight, then that’s what he is though, right? Ser Ren.”
Barengar Requingris rewards AIslinn with a flat look. Look what you've done now, Lin. He lets out a low laugh all the same before taking a drink and shaking his head. "Maybe when I'm in Ishgard." He conceded. "Bu-t h-ere?" He glances between the two women with a subtle smile. "Jus-t Ren."
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn senses Ren isn’t used to what she imagines Ishgardian society to be (stuffy, fancy, very... cold?). That said, she can recognize what Aislinn is playing at. The sort of good-natured jabs that only old friends can make.
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn: "Ser Just Ren."
Barengar Requingris blinks.
Aislinn North let go a huff of laughter in reply to his look. She slid her glass to an empty seat and came around the bar. She pressed her lips together at Wyda's response in an effort to keep back another laugh.
Barengar Requingris is frozen half-way from a sip as he slowly turns his attention to Wyda. Did she just ... he can't help but laugh at the sheer audacity. He finally takes his sip, murmuring into the cup. "I'm out numbered."
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn doesn’t bother holding herself back. Seeing Ren’s reaction, she lets out a bark of a laugh and heartily pats him on the shoulder. “Hah! Just pulling your chain. But yeah.” In a lower voice now. “You're on our turf now, hehe.”
Aislinn North shook her head, taking pity on him. He did, after all, come all this way because she asked. "Alright. Supposing 'Ren' has worked so far." she said, taking a sip of her drink.
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn hasn’t tasted her drink yet. Blasphemy! She quickly corrects that.
Barengar Requingris takes well enough to the clap on the shoulder, an amused expression upon his features as he dips his head toward Aiswyda in silent concession before looking back over to Aislinn with a simultaneously mirthful and grateful smile. "We can reassess 'Ser Ren' once 'Ren' stops workin-g." He offered, grunting. Coarse as it might sound, it was good natured and friendly.
Aislinn North tilted her head in concession, a twitch at the corner of her mouth compromising her expression. "Fair enough."
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn is happy that Ren is rolling with the punches. And while she’s got ten thousand questions buzzing in her brain (what your favorite food? Color? How do you like your eggs?), she figures that Aislinn probably has her own need of Ren’s time. She holds back the floodgates for now.
(Aislinn North) ((ahahaha! I kinda want to see that!))
(Aiswyda Nuthalwyn) LOL just rapid fire 0-context questions! Quick!! Does Ren put his left boot on first, or his right? xD ))
(Barengar Requingris) (( Oh no!! He'll never be able to keep up! ))
(Aislinn North) ((ooo...cake or pie? That's always a good one))
(Barengar Requingris) (( Pie!!! ))
(Aiswyda Nuthalwyn) is this Ren's pref or yours? :D ))
(Aiswyda Nuthalwyn) because this is a hard choice for me.......cake is so good.....so is pie ))
(Aislinn North) ((It definitely depends on the day))
(Barengar Requingris) (( Pie is ... definitely mine! But I also contend that cheesecake is a pie, so ... your mileage may vary! ))
(Aiswyda Nuthalwyn) fdklsf cheesecake is a pie?!? ))
(Barengar Requingris) (( I mean ... it has a crust!! LIke a pie!! ))
(Barengar Requingris) (( And it's more like a filling!! ))
(Barengar Requingris) (( But I'm a dangerous radical in this regard. ))
(Aiswyda Nuthalwyn) fkldsjf but it has cake in its name!! but I feel like I get your reasoning ))
(Aiswyda Nuthalwyn) it's not like other cakes...... ))
(Aiswyda Nuthalwyn) cheesepie ))
(Barengar Requingris) (( A pie is a pie ... by any other name ... ))
(Aislinn North) ((Isn't cheesepie a totally different thing?))
(Barengar Requingris) (( I ... oh no ... is it?! ))
(Barengar Requingris) (( I think some folk put cheese on apple pie?? ))
(Aislinn North) ((That's awesome and I recommend it))
(Barengar Requingris) (( Well now I have to!! ))
(Aiswyda Nuthalwyn) I can attest cheese + apple is an A+ combo ))
(Barengar Requingris) (( I've been living a life of deprivation, apparently! ))
(Aiswyda Nuthalwyn) I have never heard of cheesepie though. My god, it looks incredible ))
(Aiswyda Nuthalwyn) It also kinda looks like just a bunch of humus in the shape of a pie slice. I'm flip flopping between hunger and confusion ))
(Aislinn North) ((It also confuses me. I mean, it's /almost/ cheesecake. I'd try it.))
Barengar Requingris leans forward to take another drink from his porter as he glances over each shoulder to his company. "I don't think tha-t I asked. How are y-ou both doin-g? Well, I h-ope."
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn instead finishes her drink with the very clear intention of getting a wee bit tipsy. As soon as it's emptied, she finds the rum bottle left on the bar and irresponsibly fills her glass. "Hm, you want the long answer or the short answer to that?"
Aislinn North settled in, shifting in her seat and getting comfortable. At his question, she studiously does not look Wyda's way, keeping her face a study in mildness.
Barengar Requingris tilts his head to the side slightly as his attention is draw Wyda's way. "Ah ... I suppose whichever y-eur more inclined t-o answer wi-th. I'm no-t th-e sort t-o pry."
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn shrugs her shoulders. “Well enough. We went on a picnic recently, actually!” The Seawolf leaves out the part where she slept in jail for god knows how long. Weird topic to bring up to a new friend. Maybe if she’s feeling bold after a few more glasses..
Barengar Requingris bobs his head to the side slightly. He didn't precisely understand what the *long* version of that story was but he -- as he said -- wasn't about to pry. It sounded nice enough. "A picnic?" He glances between the two. "T-o somewhere in particular?"
Aislinn North now safely glanced their way, a measure of a smile at the memory. "Well, we ended up near the Drydocks. We were in search of a box Wyda had buried awhile back. Only, she couldn't quite remember where. So we were all there to help jog her memory. Found it too, in the end." she said by way of explanation.
Barengar Requingris tilts his head curiously again. A missing box? This definitely sounds like a smaller part of a bigger story. So he nodded. "Tha-t ... sounds like a nice place f-or a picnic." He offers with a quiet laugh, taking a drink. "I h-ope tha-t all was well wi-th the box?"
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn: “I buried the box awhile ago, mind you,” Wyda added. “Lin found it stuck underneath a bunch of blackberry roots. But! We had a picnic before that, and one of our mates brought pie.” She smiled at the memory. Potlucks...are objectively the best. This is FACT.
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn: “Do you go picnicking in Coerthas? Or would that go by another word...”
Aislinn North took a swallow of her drink. "A bloody miserable time?" she offered. Aislinn would never grow to like the cold or snow.
Barengar Requingris nodded his head slowly as the box was explained a bit further. Though his nose wrinkled at the question regarding Coerthas and picnics. "Ah ... " He couldn't keep himself from letting out a single laugh. "Aye. Lots o-f picnics inside." Is that even a picnic?
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn is interested by the idea of indoor picnics. "Wow, I've never done one of those. We should have our next picnic inside too." Wyda is completely genuine, braincells already working hard on the logistics of such an event.
Barengar Requingris can only laugh at the sincerity of the expression. Who was he to say that you couldn't have a picnic indoors? Picnic was a state of mind, after all. "Jus-t pull up next t-o a fire an-d eat w-ith y-eur h-ands."
Aislinn North not at all dissuaded or surprised by Wyda's train of thought, she had known the Seawolf long enough by now, she glanced up towards the ceiling and the floors above. "There is the indoor garden upstairs. Suppose that would work just as well too."
Aislinn North: "Really not a bad idea when it gets cold outside."
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn: “Ooh, yes...A bit of fire, a bit of finger food, and have it in the garden upstairs...Everything’s shaping up! Ren, you and your wife would be welcome to come by too!”
(Aiswyda Nuthalwyn) during potluck q/a: ok who's bringing the fire for our indoor picnic ))
(Barengar Requingris) (( I nominate Aislinn! ))
(Aiswyda Nuthalwyn) that's a safe bet :D ))
(Aiswyda Nuthalwyn) ren brings the 'cheesepie' ))
(Aislinn North) ((You can definitely put her down for fire XD))
(Aislinn North) ((Wyda can cover the rum))
(Barengar Requingris) (( Barengar, arriving to the potluck with a wheel of cheese: "Cheesepie."))
(Aislinn North) ((Change of plan. Ellie can bring the cheesepie))
(Barengar Requingris) (( *laughs!* ))
(Aiswyda Nuthalwyn) LOL ))
(Aiswyda Nuthalwyn) A picnic of just fire, a wheel of cheese, and rum. All indoors. this is the sort of irresponsible fun I live for, both OOC and ICly xD ))
Barengar Requingris: "An-d it's definitely always cold in Coerthas..." He grumbled quietly before glancing over in Wyda's direction. He lets out a quiet laugh. "Indoor picnics are -- probably -- h-er favorite sort o-f picnics. So th-e invitation is appreciated."
Aislinn North corner of her mouth curled up in a warm smile as she took another drink, glad that Aiswyda and Barengar seemed to be hitting it off.
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn dutifully saves the idea for later. “Hah, keep an eye out for a letter then! I can hardly wait.” And this is truth. The time for partying is always now.
Aislinn North nodded to Ren, letting him know Wyda was indeed, serious.
Barengar Requingris lets out a quiet laugh as he glances to Aislinn just as she gives the confirming nod, bobbing his head to the side. "I'll keep lookin-g forward t-o it." He offered with a low chuckle. He pauses for a moment to take a drink from his glass. "H-ave y-ou been at the mercenary life long?" He asks Aiswyda with low rumble.
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn: “I think so?” A terrible answer, all around. She gives a pleading look towards Aislinn, like a student seeking hints from a teacher during a pop quiz. Except there's really no reason to /not/ know the answer to such a question. “A year maybe?”
Aislinn North nodded, jumping in to help Wyda without another thought. "I think that sounds right. You signed up only a short time before me, aye? Only been one Starlight here." an odd way to track time, but an efficient way for her to tell how long she's been in a place.
Barengar Requingris followed Wyda's gaze to Aislinn, his brow rising slightly in question. That was ... weird. Though he lets it be and simply gives a slow nod of his head. "A-bout th-e same as y-ou then." He observes, speaking to Aislinn. He looks back to Wyda. "It was an amusing thing. Jus-t as I was leavin-g th-e business." He chuckles quietly before looking back to Aislinn again. "It's good tha-t y-ou h-ave such solid comrades."
Aislinn North leaned forward on the bar so she could look at Wyda. "He made it look so easy, mercenary life." she explained to her friend. Flicking her gaze back to Ren, she gave a lopsided smile, a dimple appearing in one cheek. "It is. They've kept me in one piece, that's for certain."
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn is always grateful to have Lin as backup, whether it was to answer questions she rightfully should know the answer to, or catching chairs, or literally saving her life in combat. “It can get tough, but we’re a good crew of people. And if anything bad happens, there’s nothing G’lewra can’t patch up.”
Aislinn North raised her glass before taking a drink. "Nymeia's Blood, that's true. We're lucky we have a medic like her on board. Some of us more than others."
Barengar Requingris bobbed his head forward in concurrence, a slight smile upon his lips. "Hells know tha-t I benefitted f-rom th-e same when I f-irst started. I owe a lot t-o Bastion." He wrinkled his nose slightly. "Jus-t don't tell h-im I said that." He grunted and took a sip from his glass, glancing over to Aiswyda. "Tha-t's wha-t it's all abou-t afterall. Bein-g in a comp-any."
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn smiled, and raised her glass. “Aye, aye! No truer words have been spoken.”
Barengar Requingris lifts his glass in turn, grunting a solid chuckle.
Aislinn North tipped her head up to eye Barengar questioningly. "Do you ever miss it?" she asked. It was a question she had pondered but never found the time to ask.
Barengar Requingris glances back to Aislinn. "Mercin-g?" He asks.
Aislinn North simply nodded
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn attentively leans forward.
Barengar Requingris draws in a slow breath, leaning forward onto the counter as he considers the question. "I'd be lyin-g if I said I never missed parts o-f it." He offered without hesitation. "Both bein-g in a comp-any an-d bein-g freelance. Each ha-d their draws." He glances down at the meager remnants within his glass, swirling them slightly as he held the rim with his fingers. "Freedom. Excitement. A chance t-o put m-y ability t-o the test." He stops the swirling, briefly setting the glass down and letting the liquid come to a gradual stop. "Bu-t ... I don't regret leavin-g. Even if I miss it sometimes. It was ... simpler. In a lot of ways." A small smile touches his lips. "Bu-t complex isn't always bad."
Aislinn North eyes fell to his near empty glass and she rose to pour him another as she considered his words, letting them roll around inside her head. "It does have its ups and downs. I like that every day you never know what might end up on the job board. But aye, complex isn't bad. Not if that's where life takes you."
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn listens thoughtfully, idle hands winding a lock of hair around a finger. Freedom, excitement. And on the flip side, loss and danger. Adventuring was by no means the perfect pastime, but then again...what was? She nods, agreeing with Ren’s words. “We just make do with what we got. Strive for more. And the way I see it, nothing truly ends. It all sticks with you for as long as you can remember.”
Aislinn North nodded along in agreement with Wyda as she passed Ren another porter.
Barengar Requingris dips his head toward Aislinn and then glances over to Wyda and does the same. A slight smile pulls upon his lips. "Aye." He murmured lowly, thoughtfully. "Jus-t changed it all out f-or a whole different kind o-f excitement in a way." He dips his head gratefully toward Aislinn as she refills the glass. "An-d, aye. Y-eur righ-t. It doesn't really go away. Not when y-ou remember."
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn: “...that said, if you’re ever in need of an escape, you know where to find us. To get a fix of some adventuring proper.” Wyda whistles innocently.
Aislinn North looked swiftly at Wyda, unable to keep the look of alarm from her face. "Ah...just. Not at the moment." she felt the need to say, as if Ren didn't already know he couldn't be putting himself in harm's way and fighting.
Barengar Requingris lifts his brow slightly as he slowly turns his attention over to Aiswyda as she makes her nonchalant offer. He just stared in her direction for a moment before letting out a steady and pleasant chuckle. "I can't deny tha-t bein-g a temptin-g offer." He pauses looking back to Aislinn as a single corner of his mouth tugs back into an amused smile. "Righ-t. Doctor's orders." A slight sigh came after it as he took a drink. It was hard being patient.
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn looks between the two, a lightbulb lighting up above her head. “Ah, right! Not saying you should go out and make things worse...? And I wouldn’t want to explain to your wife why you came back from your ‘night out’ bloodied and battered.”
Barengar Requingris emits a single laugh at that. "Ah ... I'd definitely get an earful t-o be sure. Though it'd likely be somethin-g along th-e lines o-f 'Why didn't y-ou bring me?'."
Aislinn North nodded solemnly, reaching for her glass. "As it should be."
Aislinn North shook her head. "But also, again. 'Not at the moment' applies to her as well."
Barengar Requingris looks back to Aislinn and gives a much wider smile at that. At least for him. "Y-ou won't get any arguments f-rom me on tha-t front."
Aislinn North glanced at Wyda with a smile of her own. "Ren here is going to be a father in a few short moons."
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn: “Ooh, she sounds fun! Let’s bring her along!” Wyda corrects herself on Aislinn’s answers. “Ahem. Right, the responsible thing to do is to not bring her along.” She doesn’t know the reason why, but she’s not going to risk it.
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn and now...she knows the reason! “WHAT. Wow! That’s crazy! How exciting!”
Barengar Requingris glances over at Wyda as she does the quick verbal about-face. An amused expression crossing his features. Though it softens slightly as Aislinn reveals the impending fatherhood. He prepares his reprisal. "An-d Aislinn a godmother." He added, giving a firm nod.
Aislinn North: "I've been recalling as many sordid stories about our youth so I'll be prepared to tell them all about all the trouble their father got into."
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn sheds a single tear. She’s so proud of Lin. Perfect godmother material.
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn: “Be prepared...when the baby comes, it’ll be nothing but sleepless nights for you. A formidable challenge to be sure.”
Barengar Requingris barks a single laugh at that, shaking his head. "Already lookin-g to undermine m-y authority." He smiling, of course. The man positively beside himself with happiness over the fact. He pauses a moment, dipping his head toward Wyda. "An-d it's goin-g t-o be all the more o-f a challenge wi-th three." He glances down at his cup for a moment. "A blessin-g tha-t Ellie's family is as excited as we are."
Aislinn North shook her head. "They're going to outnumber you."
Aislinn North ever the strategist, she knew those odds did not fall in his favor.
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn: “By the Twelve...I suppose I should be saying, by the three!” Wyda shakes her head in disbelief. “All the more joy! But Lins right, you have to be careful.”
Barengar Requingris laughs and bobs his head slightly to the side, conceding to both of their warnings. "If our childhood taught me anythin-g, Aislinn." He glances back over to Aislinn with a slight smile. "It's tha-t three's trouble."
Aislinn North He was treated to a flash of a wide smile and a bubble of laughter. "At the very least, you're forewarned, which is forearmed. Should help you to stay at least one step ahead of them for awhile."
Barengar Requingris felt his own smile widen slightly at that. "Aye. Though ... y-ou can expect me t-o call f-or back-up." He pauses and looks over to Aiswyda. "An-d y-ou should bring Aiswyda as well."
Aiswyda Nuthalwyn beams at Ren. “AH yes! I’d love to see the rascals! Show ‘em how to climb trees and...hm, when do kids learn to walk...” Wyda is counting someone else's eggs before they hatch.
Aislinn North took a moment to weigh the joy of seeing three children run circles around Ren against stepping in and mercifully helping him out. She slowly nodded. "I think that's part of my duties as godmother."
#ff14 rp logs#aislinn north#Barengar Requingris#Aiswyda Nuthalwyn#MY SKIN HAS CLEARED MY CROPS ARE FLOURISHING#a very good rp#I cant believe cheesepie
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Momori meets Cheche Dotharl. They collect clay. @cheche-dotharl
Momori can be seen leaving her tent, her arms full with a large sack that bulged in awkward places. She could scarcely see over her luggage, but despite that, she still strode on with a brisk pace.
Cheche is standing in place, though there's a pause as she hears someone approach. Her hands stop from her work, carving some sort of bone, as her gold eyes shift downwards as if to follow Momori's trajectory. She doesn't move out of the way for now, however, head head curiously tilted.
Momori collides into the au ra! The bag hits the floor, and several curious objects roll out from it. A small spade, several apples, and countless glass vials. Momori lies dazed on the floor, and looks up. Another expeditioner? And...what a way to make an introduction. She mumbles a few curses under her breath.
Cheche 's lips part very slightly, eyes blinking. Oh. "-- sorry. Are you all right?" She reaches, then looks a little surprised. Then keeps reaching. Keeps reaching and... ah. There she is. Momori is picked up and set on her feet and dusted before the xaela bends down, patting the ground as if to search for the various things she heard fall to the ground.
Momori lifts a finger to her neck, and nods at Cheche. “Hearts still pounding, so I should be good. Can’t say the same about my ego, though…You’re Cheche, right?” Momori shakes a vial from out of her sleeve, and begins to unceremoniously shove the bag’s contents back in with her foot.
Cheche is gentle in comparison, picking up as much as she could before offering the items one at a time. An apple here, a vial there... "Ah, then my apologies again about the ego. Yes, I am Cheche. And whom may I be speaking to...?"
Momori: “Momori. Charmed.” She brandishes the small gardening spade as though wielding a dagger, and tosses it gracefully in the air, catching it behind her back...then shoves it into the bag with a sigh. “Was about to go collect some clay samples from Voor Sian Siran, but…” She looks at the hulking mess of a bag. “...don’t suppose you have some free time to help out a weak and pitiful lalafell?”
Cheche nods. "-- a pleasure," she agrees easily. She offers a smile then, shaking her head. "I would not mind doing so, though I am still somewhat unfamiliar with this area. Too big with too many cliffs. If you lead the way, you have my hands at your disposal."
Momori gratefully hands the bag over to Cheche. “As long as you carry that, I’d be happy to lead on. Your very own seeing eye lalafell, heehee!” Momori’s face, usually stoic, shows Cheche a mischievous grin. Somehow, /somewhere/ she finds the situation humorous. “Let’s be off then! Suns dropping low, wouldn’t want to get caught out in the dark. You know what happens...in the dark.”
Cheche holds out her hand, accepting the bag offered. As everything, she carefully slings it over her shoulder to carry it, crossed over to the other side of her existent bag. "What does happen in the dark?" Her question is genuine, eyes upon Momori as if to follow her movements.
Momori: “Oh, just some tall tales I’ve heard from the locals. There’s a rotund, spirit, oh so jolly, decked in red and white. And, well....Let’s just hope you haven’t been up to anything naughty recently.” Momori gives Cheche an ominous look, her gaze steely and cold. Then proceeds to continue hiking towards their destination.
Cheche looks thoughtful to that, steps slow but keeping up easily with the shorter lalafell. "-- no, I have not heard of such a spirit," she muses. "Where does it hail from? What defines what is naughty? What happens to those that are?" Her questions are entirely honest, a rhythmic twitch of her tail as if she's paying attention.
Momori: “A land far, far separated from our own. From a place known only as...the North pole.” Momori leads the two of them around some gastronis, giving the wildlife a wide berth, just in case. “Naughty, well, like telling lies, or pulling pranks. Is that the sort of stuff you get into, Cheche?”
Cheche looks thoughtful again, her eyes picking up briefly to stare skywards. "-- no, I have not heard of such a place. What brings such a spirit so far away from home? It is rare for them to stray so far from where they hail." Her tail twitches again before she looks down back to Momori, shaking her head. "I do not think so. Do you?"
Momori: “An insatiable appetite for naughty souls, of course. Under the cover of darkness, unfortunate victims are simply whisked away, with but a lump of coal left at where they once stood…” Momori pauses for dramatic effect, and glances back at Cheche. “If not for your sake, then for mine, we should avoid the night.” She cracks a smile, not directly answering the au ra’s question, nor giving away any indication that she had made up the entire tale on the spot.
Cheche seems to take Momori's story very seriously, fingers gently drumming upon her lips. "-- well, if we find ourselves under the threat of such a spirit, I will do what I can to keep you safe. But you are right-- it best be that we do not venture late at night then. Or at least, if there is no choice, not to do so alone."
Cheche: "I forgot to ask," she belatedly mentions. "-- what do you need clay samples for?"
Momori nods, a little amused at how seriously Cheche is taking her story. She wonders if this is how all tall tales start.
Momori: “Oh, it’s for a project I’ve been working on. Ancient Sil’dih pottery that’s been shattered to near a thousand pieces. There’s a very particular clay around here that’s a good glue and stabilizing agent. That is, if we can find it, whilst avoiding the feisty wildlife.”
Cheche hums, thoughtful again. "-- shattered pottery. I am sorry to hear that. You are trying to fix it?" She doesn't seem to mind venturing into the water, it coming up to her ankles. "Would you rather I keep an eye out for the wildlife? Or... if there is a way to know how to recognize the right clay, I could help you seek it out."
Momori looks around, observing the shell-like patterns submerged underneath the water...which, by the way, nearly came all the way up to her waist. “Yep. There could be a pattern, or paintings on the outside of the pot. Worth studying, or at least conserving so later generations can enjoy it.” She then turns to Cheche and pokes the bag.
Momori: “The clay we’re looking for is almost pitch black, but we’ll have to dig around for it. I brought a bunch of apples to tame the wildlife, so let's start by tossing them places away from our digsite?”
Cheche shows a mild smile to that. "Of course. It is a noble effort." To Momori's description there's a brief 'ah', though she nods soon enough to her directions. "I have a knife. Would it be better for us to cut pieces and throw them, or put them away whole?"
Momori nods. “Cut it up, so we can have a few slices of our own. As nutritious as slop is, I haven’t had something sweet in a long time..I heard there were honey cakes, but by the time I dropped by, there weren’t even crumbs left.”
Cheche looks apologetic to that. "Ah, yes. They disappeared quite quickly, yes..." She looks for a little hunting knife, clearly hand-crafted from some sort of bone rather than metal forged. One of the apples are cut, and with each peace she'd lower it down to Momori's hands before pulling off another one.
Momori is quite pleased. Gear, carried. Apples, cut. This au ra was very helpful to have around! She chomped on her slice and eyed the strange knife that Cheche held in her hands. “Curious little blade you got there. Hand carved?”
Cheche nods, cutting up the rest of the apples to place around. "Ah, yes. Where I hail from, everything we own is made by our own hands. It is our way of life, after all." There's a pause. "Would you like another piece?"
Momori nods, and grabs another piece of apple. She then gives Cheche her best impression of puppy dog eyes, though when merged with her resting bitch face, Momori just looks kind of....strange. “Could I take a look at the blade?”
Cheche 's expression doesn't quite change, still staring towards Momori as if to regard her. "Ah, yes. Of course." She offers the blade, making sure as not to point the sharper end towards the lalafell. "Would you like me to set the apples out while you do?"
Momori is already deeply engrossed in observing the blade. Her eyes light up in a way that they haven't before. She snaps back to attention. “Huh? Oh, yes. Toss the apples around.”
Cheche does that indeed. Momori would find that she's not accurate AT ALL, but at least it doesn't matter as much as long as they're scattered. The blade is simple but seems to do its job, mostly half of it flattened and sharpened at one side. The hilt is decorated, carved with foreign patterns that likely have worn down with time.
Momori: “These patterns...I can’t say I know much of Othgardian culture. Do they symbolize something? Tell a story, or picture a god?” Momori stares at Cheche with a bright intensity. The lalafell demeanor has shifted, dramatically. Her once flat gaze is now lit up with passion that is almost overwhelming.
Cheche looks back to Momori, the tip of her tail rising slightly with attention. "Ah. Well. They all mean different things, yes." She lowers herself by bending her knees, more of her longer tail submerged in the water. Her hand carefully touches Momori's arm, searching its way to the dagger to locate the hilt. She points to each pattern with her finger, explaining the different animals that they represent.
Momori eagerly listens to Cheche’s explanation, gobbling up the information with increased fervor. It wasn’t often she could learn about such a foreign culture, straight from the source. Only the feeling of water in her boots snapped her out of the trance - that’s right, the clay! Momori forced herself to peel her attention away from the dagger. “I would love to have you tell me more. But! My feet are starting to feel pruned, and the clay isn’t going to dig itself out.”
Cheche chuckles a litttle to that, straightening up. "Of course. Clay." She accepts the dagger back, plucking it up carefully before returning it to its leather sheathe. It's placed back to her belongings. "So, how does one go about collecting such? Do I simply... dig?"
Momori: “Dig, dig, dig! With this, though.” Momori pulls the gardening spade from the bag. She then looks down at the water, and her brow furrows. “Ugh, it’s going to be messy digging with water slooshing everywhere. I didn’t think of that.”
Cheche accepts the spade, examining it with her hands. She feels it carefully, looking confused for a moment. "-- ah. Is this a dagger?" Her head tilts to Momori, then looks downwards. "If you do not wish to, I could do it."
Momori: “Unless you were trying to kill someone slowly and inefficiently, I wouldn’t use that as a dagger. Though, it is an interesting idea...could have some use during...hmm...” Momori thinks to herself, seriously considering the idea of using a gardening spade in a clearly terrible way. “Anyway, please, go ahead! Just stab the soft ground with it and start making a hole. Meanwhile, I’ll try to figure out a way to drain the water.”
Cheche does just that, squatting down proper to poke at the ground. She does so quite literally, stabbing and stabbing and stabbing and... not getting anywhere. At least she's got the spirit, her expression firm with concentration.
(Momori) HMM
(Momori) is. is she just. stabbing??! the same spot?!?
(Cheche) yes
(Momori) PLES..... im cry
(Cheche) the ground got what it deserved
(Momori) 911 id like to report a murder
(Cheche) GOT WHAT IT DESERVED!!!!!!
Momori wanders off and eyes a large limpet, attached to stone that peeked up from the water. Using her dagger, she slices around it and forces it off. With the mollusk’s flesh discarded, its shell made a decent enough container to lug water in. She comes back to find Cheche just. Stabbing! Stabbing away. There’a blossom of brown dirt in the water at where this is happening.
Momori: “..............How’s the hole coming along?”
Cheche just... keeps stabbing. The mud is really getting what it had coming for it. "-- ah. I am unsure if it is... working?" Her head tilts. "I could try using my hands. Or am I wielding it incorrectly?"
Momori doesn’t know what to say at first. It’s kind of entertaining to watch Cheche stab the dirt like a crazed murderer, but on the other hand, she needed clay! Letting this continue would probably just result in a mud hole. “Try pushing the spade towards yourself, and then scooping the dirt away. And if that doesn’t work, yes, use your hands.”
Cheche stares with newfound focus, trying as she's told. She's... somewhat successful! Her tail flicks upwards with her newfound knowledge, likely sending some water flying behind her. "-- ah, I see. You called this object a spade?" She tries a few more times, tail plopping to the water with a mild splash before flicking from side to side.
Momori blinks. Does Cheche not know what a spade is? Momori bends over, using her limpet bucket to scoop some water away from the hole that is steadily being dug. “Spade. It’s used for digging, gardening…” Momori can’t help herself. A tell-tale grin spreads on her lips. “...and for eating. Yes. A useful tool to have around!”
Cheche hums. "I see. A tool that is used in a multitude of ways..." She seems to believe Momori, clearly fascinated at the object. "I can see how it would be helpful, yes. It is very effective. Do you often use such a tool?"
Momori: “All the time. Perhaps when we’re back at camp, I can show you it’s other uses.” Momori pours away some brown water, and then peers into the hole. Something black, and markedly more dense, lies underneath a few ilms of dirt. “Hm! I think we’ve found what we’re looking for.”
Cheche 's expression brightens, or has it? Compared to before, maybe. "You would? Ah, of course." She turns her attention back, digging a little quicker. They have clay to obtain!!
(Momori) hehe the two of them using....g...gardening spades at dinner time
(Cheche) truly a romantic dinner
(Cheche) wine involved
(Momori) such fancy
(Cheche) thank god
(Momori) wine, gruel, and spades
(Cheche) THANK GOD
(Momori) FINALLY...some good food
(Cheche) scoops the clay up to eat
(Momori) HUFFS
(Momori) NO!!
(Momori) the forbidden sauce
(Cheche) delicious
(Momori) bloody good eating
Momori grabs a glass vial and fills it to the brim with the black clay, and a bit of water. There’s plenty of clay being dug out by Cheche, in mounds all around the original hole. By visiting these piles, Momori quickly fills all the vials. Messy, but a job well done! She looks to the camera, deadpan. “Nice.”
Cheche straightens up at the confirmation, having to stretch a little from spending so long squatted down. She's entirely COVERED with clay and mud, but it doesn't seem to bother her. "Did you manage to get what you needed?"
Momori stares at Cheche and laughs. “Hah! Thal’s balls...do you know where Cheche is? All I see is a mudman in front of me.”
Cheche chuckles, brushing some of the mud off to wash off with the water. "Never seen her. But if you do, please let me know." She nods to Momori. "Did you need anything else?"
Momori: “That’s all for today. You’ve been a big help, I should take you along for all my work…” She gives Cheche a thumbs up. Off in the distance, a gross slorping noise can be heard, as the local water slugs gorge themselves on the apple slices. The sun is just beginning to dip beneath the horizon. “We should get moving, while the fauna are still distracted by our bait. And before, well, the spirit comes around to harvest my soul.”
Cheche smiles. "Gotten into much mischief, then? I would be eager to get washed, myself. It has been a pleasure working with you, Momori." She nods again. "There is little for me to offer, but if you have the need of my assistance, you only need ask." After a brisk motion, she sets out to follow the lalafell back to camp... likely to learn of the "correct" use of spades and who knows what else.
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RP Log: Munchix and Rayena begin a long journey through Coerthas, starting from Gridania and ending at the Dravanian Hinterlands! In this, they simply get ready and hike through the North Shroud.
(Munchix Bogbelly) True to his word, though late by several moons, Munchix had sent Rayena a letter. ‘Meet me in Gridania, if you want to join my journey of culinary discovery through Coerthas!’ And such a day had come. Munchix, a large backpack resting by his side, leaned on the fence posting while he waited for any familiar faces by the aetheryte.
(Rayena Corsano) Rayena did indeed get his letter, packing her back and teleporting to the aetheryte crystal in gridania. She looked around before spotting Munchix and giving him a wave before walking over. "Hello, Munchix. I am here for adventure." she grinned.
(Munchix Bogbelly) He was impressed by how Rayena had teleported here with such ease. Due to pitifully small reserves of magical talent, Munchix had never been able to use aetherytes, instead opting to travel by land or sea. “Ah! Gobbed ta’ see ya! Do you have everything you need? It’s going to be quite cold where we’re going...Got a set of warm clothes? Tent? Extra tea cup?”
(Rayena Corsano) She smiled and nodded. "I have warm clothing, some food, a tent, but no extra tea cup as I didn't bring any tea. I don't even know if we could heat water in the snow. Though, I do have magic so, I can heat just about anything." she grinned. "Did 'ye have everything 'ye need is 'yer bag secure?"
(Munchix Bogbelly) With a big grin on his face, he fondly patted his backpack. “It’s alright, you can use my spare. Never know when you’re gonna need a nice, hot cup of leafjuice. And I’m good! Last time there was a hole in my pack, but that’s been patched up! Ready and rearin’ to go, if you are.”
(Munchix Bogbelly) A messily cut piece of burlap has been sewn onto Munchix’s backpack. It’s one of many similar fixes...
(Rayena Corsano) "Hey Munchix, 'ye know. I am a seamstress by trade, if 'ye need anything fixed or made, 'ye can just let me know and I can put something together. I specialize in fancy wear but, I think I can work with survival gear for 'ye." she beamed.
(Munchix Bogbelly) His eyes light up. “Really? I’d be mighty grateful. Should...Should I get this looked at before we leave then? Or do you think it’ll hold...” Munchix pokes one of the patches on his backpack, curious.
(Rayena Corsano) She beamed. "Let me take a look." she said before inspecting his pack, moving around to check all the patches sewn in. "I believe it'll hold but, if by chance it opens again, I've got me kit on me and can fix it for 'ye." she grinned.
(Munchix Bogbelly) He nodded, feeling assured by her expert opinion. “Got it. Now, let’s be off! Times a tickin’, and if there’s anything I know about Gridania...it’s that you don’t want to be caught out in the dark.”
(Munchix Bogbelly) we can start in the north shroud. yellow serpent gate :3 ))
(Munchix Bogbelly) ...and the moment Munchix steps foot out of Gridania, he’s attacked by a small gang of ‘forest friends’. Thankfully, the guard is nearby to help defend the gobcat...against ladybugs.
(Rayena Corsano) "Everything alright? Did 'ye get hurt?" she asked before sitting down next to Munchix, she looked concerned though a ladybug couldn't be that powerful compared to a tiger.
(Munchix Bogbelly) He lifts one of his arms and gives it a good shake - a pebble-sized ladybug tumbles out. “Ah no, I’m fine! It’ll take much more than that to send me to the lifestream!” For a second, he wonders why the wildlife in the Black Shroud are so keen on following him around? Perhaps his eating habits are upsetting the Elementals, or whatever they are? Munchix shrugs. A question for another time.
(Munchix Bogbelly) “Alright, so our first destination is a camp in Alder Springs. It’s a bit of a walk, but we just got to head west and follow the sound of water. And hopefully, we find some interesting critters ‘long the way!”
(Rayena Corsano) Rayena nodded. "Good." she said, giving him a smile before raising to her feet, her chakrams hung along her hips. "Well, 'ye lead the way and I will follow, as long as we're not threatening looking we should be fine!" she beamed.
(Munchix Bogbelly) Munchix isn’t a threatening looking guy to begin with, but he does his best to try to look even more meek. With Rayena’s okay, he dashes ahead, finally stopping at a crossroads.
(Munchix Bogbelly) “Er, left, I think. OH look, there!” He excitedly points at the Treant Sapling as it lumbers about in the distance. “Something I’ve always been curious about...is how such saplings reproduce? My first guess would be through fruit and flower, which leads me to my next thought. How would such a fruit taste?”
(Rayena Corsano) Rayena looked over at the sapling once Munchix pointed it out, tilting her head. "I don't really know, maybe when it's time they produce seeds which they shake off and they grow. Though, they could always reproduce like animals do since they are a bit sentient." she giggled.
(Munchix Bogbelly) A gasp escapes from Munchix, and it’s quickly followed by a blush. “This is an aspect of Treants that I have not considered. There is so much we don’t know yet. But...I wonder.”
(Munchix Bogbelly) He inches a little closer to the Treant, eyeing the ground around it in search of seeds. Every so often, he looks up to check the branches of the creature. The Treant, so far, simply regards Munchix as an annoying fly.
(Rayena Corsano) "Or maybe when one dies, it sustains the earth and a new one grows from it, just like how other things grow if we decompose in the ground. Shame they don't talk though..."
(Munchix Bogbelly) “All interesting theories! Oh, waitwait. Let me write this all down.” He pulls out a beaten up tome from his pack, frantically flips to a page, and starts scribbling madly. The Treant saddles up behind him, as if reading what he’s putting down on paper.
(Munchix Bogbelly) Once he’s done writing, he puts the book away. In that motion, his foot slips on a round object. Munchix goes down with a nonchalant “oof,” and when he gets up, he holds the object up in his hand - a seed the size of a golf ball. He raises a brow at Rayena.
(Rayena Corsano) Rayena watches him scribble down before looking towards the Treant that settled behind him. She then gives the sentient tree and wave before looking over at Munchix as he fell. "Oh no! 'Ye alright?" she asked before eyeing the seed. "Maybe that is one of the babies..."
(Munchix Bogbelly) “Could be...” He examines the seed. It looks identical to an avocado pit. It might even just BE an avocado pit. But...what if it wasn’t? Munchix offers the seed to Rayena if she wants to take a look.
(Rayena Corsano) Ray takes the seed, inspecting it. "Kind of looks like an avocado pit but, if it is one of the babies, we should probably leave it here unless 'ye want an overgrown sentient tree following 'ye around. Though, 'ye always have a shady spot once it's full grown." she giggled.
(Munchix Bogbelly) Munchix takes back the seed and without hesitation, tries to take a bite out of it. He fails to leave a mark. “Ooouwshh, thish thing’s hard! Thought it might be shoft, like a peanut...” He complains, rubbing at his jaw.
(Munchix Bogbelly) Rayena: it could be a baby! Munchix: *immediately tries to eat* xD ))
(Rayena Corsano) munchix is a baby eater...confirmed)
(Rayena Corsano) She gaps than grimaces once he takes a bite of the seed. "Course it is hard, silly! It's a seed but, why did you bite it if we think it's a baby, you nearly killed a baby, Munchix."
(Munchix Bogbelly) He tucks the seed away in a side pocket. “Would you say that if I was eating a walnut? Hm, though...walnut trees aren’t the type to be walkin’ around like this one...” Munchix looks at the Treant again. He had never considered the moral dilemmas of his monster eating habits. Too much to unpack here. Gobbrain hurt.
(Munchix Bogbelly) “I don’t have the name ‘Bogbelly’ for no reason. But, if I’m about to eat something that you oppose to, just say the word. Sorry ‘bout that.” He tilts his head slightly to the left in apology.
(Rayena Corsano) She watches him place the seed into his pocket. "'Ye keeping it? Does that mean 'ye gunna see ut grow?" she asks, than shrugs. "Most things 'ye can eat. I am just unsure about babies, since they need to grow and experience life, and stuff that'll make 'ye sick or even kill 'ye but, other than that, eat anything 'ye want." she grinned.
(Munchix Bogbelly) “A souvenir!” He grins. “Though our main purpose for journeying is lookin’ for new flora and fauna...I’ll admit, I have a personal motive as well. Our final destination, the Dravanian Hinterlands, is where my family lives. It’d be cool to show them this later.”
(Munchix Bogbelly) “Let’s keep going. We’re still a little ways off from Alder Springs.”
(Rayena Corsano) She nodded. "Oh! I can't wait to meet 'em. Let's go!" she grinned.
(Munchix Bogbelly) He led the way again, following the road to settlement.
(Munchix Bogbelly) The light of the Alder Springs settlement glowed gently against the calm, dark night. It wasn’t too far now, though...Munchix has stopped in his steps, eyes affixed on the humongous insects nearby.
(Rayena Corsano) Rayena stopped a step or so behind Munchix before following his gaze. "Oh. Becareful of those, they look rather big, than stinger looks painful." she shuddered.
(Munchix Bogbelly) “The stingers the size of a horsebird! Why’s it gotta be so big? Hunting...big prey, perhaps? Like us?” Despite what he’s saying, Munchix’s voice remains awfully chipper.
(Rayena Corsano) "Probably. They're predator bugs, big bugs. And the stinger probably has venom in it, either to paralyze them so the kill is easier or it outright kills 'ye. Though, me sister said someone told her the stinger is how they, uh, reproduce but, I could be wrong and it is venomous. Eitherway, I'd be careful." she nodded.
(Munchix Bogbelly) Munchix’s takeaway from Rayena’s words of wisdom...will always be of questionable priority. Be careful? What’s that? “The stinger is how they reproduce?! But ALSO to kill?! That’s brutal! Hah, think of all the bedroom accidents these fellas get in!”
(Munchix Bogbelly) “Anyway, these sorts of creatures tend to be mostly shell and little substance. 3 out of 10 edibility. Of course, I’m still curious...Maybe the guard wouldn’t mind me picking through their kill sometime.” He eyes the sentry, who has presently been defending the bridge against any threats. Banemites, Ixali, whatever gets too close.
(Rayena Corsano) She makes a grimace face. "I can't imagine they'd taste good at all. Bleck." she said, sticking out her tongue, than looked over at the kill. "I don't see why not, it doesn't seem like they are too interested in it."
(Munchix Bogbelly) Munchix steps over to a Banemite corpse and uses a survival knife to slice a bit of pincer off. “Won’t know till’ you try! I’ll cook this up tonight...and don’t worry. I’ll take the first bite.” Thumbs up!
(Munchix Bogbelly) The pincer sticks out from his pack. Munchix follows the road to its end, to Alder Springs.
(Rayena Corsano) She blinked. "'Ye mean I have to eat it? What if I don't like it?" she asked before shrugging. "Good thing I brought extra food." she smiled.
(Munchix Bogbelly) “You don’t hafta eat it. We’re still in civilization, plenty of local chow to enjoy. And! If you don’t like it, then I probably won’t like it, and we can ‘don’t like it’ together!” Munchix is incredibly chipper about this.
(Munchix Bogbelly) “The Babbling Cork is a nice place to spend the night. Let’s head over there and enjoy the sights, shall we?”
(Munchix Bogbelly) munchix would try to eat a rock if not for Rayena xD ))
(Rayena Corsano) She giggled at his comment before nodding. "Ye! Let's!" she beamed and started to head over.
(Munchix Bogbelly) theres more ppl than I thought here! It's a nice place to be sure :D ))
(Munchix Bogbelly) woah wait this place is way bigger than I thought ))
(Munchix Bogbelly) The moment Munchix steps in, he lets out a relieved sigh. “Ah! It’s nice to be off the road...Ever been here? It’s pretty swanky. Nice rooms, tastymuch food, and to top it all off...if you go on the deck behind the place, you’ve got front row seats to a huge waterfall!”
(Rayena Corsano) Rayena looked around. "No, I don't think I've been this far out from Gridania and I really don't go to Gridania very much." she nodded than beamed. "I really want to see this deck before we leave here. Would be nice over supper or breakfast." she grinned.
(Munchix Bogbelly) “As I always say, the best time to see the world is now! Happy to show you ‘round.” Munchix puffs up his chest proudly. “Let’s go over and take a look then. I bet others have had the same idea, and we could even order food while lookin’ at the falls.”
(Rayena Corsano) "Yes! Lets!" she beamed, seemingly excited and before he could respond she was off.
(Munchix Bogbelly) OH WAIT HM am i mistaken... ))
(Munchix Bogbelly) OH IT's the other side hahah ))
(Munchix Bogbelly) Munchix followed Rayena out, so pumped that he accidentally ran to the wrong side. For a second his heart drops when he’s met with a disappointing view of a cliffside...but he thinks to check the other side. Phew! There’s the view he remembers.
(Rayena Corsano) Rayena seemed to have gone the right way, curious where Munchix had gone, maybe he was getting food. Her thoughts seemed to vanish once she saw the waterfall. "Well, this is just perfect." she beamed and turned to look at Munchix once he arrived. "This looks so beautiful!" she beamed.
(Munchix Bogbelly) Munchix nods in agreement while enjoying the mist that rose out from the falls. “Can’t beat Nophica when it comes to spectacles in nature, huh?”
(Munchix Bogbelly) He settles down on one of the benches with a content sigh. And then, it’s back to work. He pulls out a small cutting board and starts to clean the Banemite stinger he hacked off earlier. It's a weird sight. The calming falls, juxtaposed with...butchering.
(Rayena Corsano) Rayena moved to sit down next to the gobcat watching him butcher the stinger, her head tilted, curious. She'd never seen anyone do this before though, she had never seen anyone eat the singer before either. "'Ye reckon it's safe? If there is venom..." she frowned.
(Munchix Bogbelly) “We’re exploring the great unknown! How wondrous!” With the way Munchix handles the knife, it’s obvious that he’s highly skilled at this sort of handiwork. “I’ve never cleaned a stinger of this size, but that makes it a little easier, actually. Usually, there’ll be parts around it that you can eat. And for everything else, boiling can hamper the effects of venom to an extent...”
(Munchix Bogbelly) “Rule number one. When trying something new, always start with a small bite, and only when you’re sure. And I’m not too sure about this.” Munchix picked away at the stinger, organizing it into neat piles. “Maybe just a little...lick.”
(Rayena Corsano) Ray looked outright concerned the more Munchix talked. "Okay. I think I am going to pass on the stinger cause it's no good if we both get sick, at least if one of us gets sick, the other can get help and cure them. So, if 'ye are truly curious, 'ye can eat it and just...tell me how it tastes." she beamed.
(Munchix Bogbelly) “Smart thinking!” Emboldened by Rayena’s promise of healing, he took a small nibble from a hopefully safe piece of stinger. His smile fell into a frown, and then back to a smile, and then...to a look of confusion. “.....................”
(Munchix Bogbelly) “It’s numbed my tongue, but in a pleasant sort of way? Er, well, enough for now. I don’t feel bad otherwise.”
(Munchix Bogbelly) I gotta head out soonish, so next posts we can wrap things up, and leave stuff for next time :D ))
(Rayena Corsano) Rayena watched his face as it transformed, looking at the stinger, than back at the gob cat. "Well, how does it taste? 'Ye look confused."
(Munchix Bogbelly) “Like an incredibly tough piece of raw scallop, I guess. Could use some salt to bring out its flavor a bit more. Something like this might go well if cut thinly and served with peppers...” Munchix shrugged. “But it’s not the best. Kind of has this weird...sharp taste that lingers after. Ah! This is all good to know...and pass on, in case of any. Unfortunate events.”
(Munchix Bogbelly) He pulls out the tome again and writes everything down in an entry dedicated to the Banemite. Perhaps this was Rayena’s first taste of Munchix’s true eccentricities, but it certainly wouldn’t be her last. The pair continued to chat until the night got too dark to stay out any longer. The journey would continue another day.
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RP Log: Cravs and Lin collect seashells.
Cravendy Hound - With a rare lull between work, Cravs turns to her inherited wall of post-it notes and pulls a random one off. In cursive, bubbly handwriting embellished with little stars, she has written "collect shells!" That should be easy enough. Note crumbled in her fist, she heads over to ask (demand) Lin to accompany her to a trip to Costa Del Sol. For once, it's sunny!
Aislinn North didn't really mind the demand (ask) too much. She needed a break from her work and honestly the sound of sunnier climes and ocean tradewinds was a godsend. And now, as she strolled along the golden sand, kicking her toes into it here and there as she searched for shells, she wasn't sure why she didn't come back to La Noscea sooner. She glanced over at Cravendy, curious. This hardly seemed to be up the gruff Seawolf's alley. "Been awhile. Why'd you pick seashell collecting?" she asked.
Cravendy Hound: "It was the closest one to me," Cravs notes with a wide grin. And that was the truth, though perhaps some unconscious part of her had gravitated towards this particular idea. She kicks off a layer of wet sand to reveal a broken sea dollar and then smushes it back into the ground. "Ye ever done this before?"
Aislinn North watches her a moment and takes note. She doesn't care for broken dollars, apparently. "Oh, a time or two. It's always something to do while I need to think. Better than sitting still." she moves along the shore and kneels down, picking through the debris at the shoreline. She holds a small, pretty pale pink shell up to the sunlight before looking over at Cravendy with a trace of a smile. "What about you? Big shell collector? Got a collection of 'em back at the House?"
Cravendy Hound kneels down and begins to dig a hole in the sand, the tide washing her work away and filling it slowly with seawater. Little horseshoe crabs frantically burrow themselves back under as Cravs keeps this up, not finding shells but finding a simple kind of satisfaction regardless. "Eh, I 'aven't done this in a long while. But used to all the time with the old crew. When ye spend most of yer day at sea or on an island, there's only so many past times to choose from."
Cravendy Hound glances up and catches sight of the shell Lin is holding up. "That's a nice one! Punch a 'ole through it and it'd look right around yer neck."
Aislinn North Tilts her head as she considers it, picturing such a necklace. She pockets the shell. While Cravendy digs a hole, she comes over and peers into it to see if the Seawolf knew a trick she didn't. No. Just a hole full of seawater. "One of your favorite things to do with them? Or did you enjoy something else?" she pauses. "Hmm...drinking. I'm gonna go with drinking." she said with a low laugh as she sits and starts building a retaining wall around the shore edge of the hole that's been dug.
Cravendy Hound pauses from digging to snort, one eye narrowed in an almost-wink. "Hah. Ye know me too well. No better friend than the bottle." She gently palms a horseshoe crab before it's able to escape and sits down, thoroughly covered in sand. The crustacean does little loops in her hand and eventually tumbles off on its own.
Cravendy Hound: "Lots of card games, too, but don't recall winnin' much. Barnable was always an old cheat...never caught 'er, though," she continues, the tips of her boot being tickled by the wave every few seconds. "Oy, that's the name of yer chocobo ain't it? Barnabas."
Aislinn North Nods as she continues expanding her little wall. "Aye. And I'm sure he's not above cheating if need be either. Still an ornery bastard." she says it with a touch of fondness though. It's clear the bird means a great deal to her. "But if she was always cheating and you were losing, it wasn't a real level playing field if you were always playing straight with her."
Aislinn North looks over at her with a hint of dry humor in her eye "Downright noble of you."
Cravendy Hound notices Lin's sandy fortifications and tries to help, working on the opposite end of the wall. "Ye always one for rough-round-the-edges rouges like yer chocobo and I?" She sends Lin a toothy grin as she works. "Hmph, I tried, but she caught me. And then the games turns into somethin' else when that 'appens."
Cravendy Hound: "She 'ad a mean right 'ook..." Cravs trails off, feeling phantom pain in her cheek.
Aislinn North Tips her head, a small, almost shy smile her only reply to Cravs' question. But as Cravs keeps talking, Aislinn softly snorts. "What? So she could dish it out but couldn't take it?" shakes her head, incensed on Cravs' behalf. She opens her mouth to say something else but stops, deciding at the last minute it might be best not to insult a lost member of Cravs' old crew. "You and I should play cards sometime. No cheating."
Aislinn North reaches for the scuttling horseshoe crab and places it in the seawater den they had made. Now she starts decorating the wall with broken bits of sand dollars and small shells. She scours the sand around them for more.
Cravendy Hound: "Pff, well, we 'ad no reason to start a fight with 'er when we couldn't catch 'er in the act! I mean. It's possible she /wasn't/ cheatin', but I don't want to believe that I got beat by a stiff all those times," she replies, now moving on to adding decorations to the wall. Little sticks and gross pieces of seaweed, as flags. "They're still kickin' round in the east somewhere, after bein' cured of their temperin'. Wonder 'ow they're doin'...Barnable and Perry."
Cravendy Hound nibbles guiltily on her lower lip. That she wasn't there with them was something she didn't want to think about. Her place was here with Heartwood now, but that was an excuse in a way. To avoid what was sure to be an incredibly awkward confrontation. She glances to Lin. "Aye. What games do ye know?"
Aislinn North "Triple triad." she says almost primly, pausing to glance at Cravendy to see her reaction before she breaks into a grin. "Poker, of course. 21 high. Goldfish if you really want to get crazy." she tips her head up towards the sun drenched sky. Cravendy obviously wanted to see her old mates. Lin just wasn't sure why she never did. Was it the same sort of situation like Aislinn and her cartel? She couldn't imagine it was. "Would it be so bad to go see how they are?"
Cravendy Hound mouth twists into a frown at the mention of Triple Triad. "Piss n' wind, not that bloody game...could never wrap my 'ead around it. But maybe poker sometime. I'll show ye 'ow bad I am at bluffin'." The sour expression fades from her face as it's replaced with a smile, though that falls when Lin asks her next question.
Cravendy Hound: "...they'll be fine. They've got their mess, and me, mine. Don't want to get in their way," she mutters, avoiding the question. The fact that her old crew's mess was clearly hers as well.
Aislinn North can relate. She shifts, stretching her legs out in front of her and digging her toes into the sand. "Alright, then." a beat and then she smiles as something someone once said comes bubbling up from her memory. "Ain't about to tell you how to live your life. Besides, I guess it's not like you don't have your hands full with Heartwood." Or vice versa. But why split hairs? "Whatever mess you all got into, the fallout has been nonstop lately."
(Cravendy Hound) lort speaking of fallout ))
(Cravendy Hound) I am very afraid ))
(Aislinn North) ((why?))
(Cravendy Hound) afraid but EXCITED ))
(Cravendy Hound) Haila is full to the brim with sus energy ))
(Aislinn North) ((Isn't she always? xD))
(Aislinn North) ((But I know what you mean))
(Aislinn North) ((She's being way too chill about dottering around the Company House like a grandma bun))
(Cravendy Hound) ohhhh I can feel it in my bones ))
(Cravendy Hound) something bad is gonna happen ))
(Aislinn North) ((KNitting sweaters. And plushies. Very sus))
Cravendy Hound releases a breath, thankful that Lin doesn't push the subject. "And I ain't gonna tell ye 'ow to live yers, unless ye go and do somethin' unacceptably dumb. Somehow, I don't think yer the type." She grins back at Lin, though the conversation they had moons ago echoes in her mind. Her aether troubles and the lack of action on Crav's part. The Seawolf sighs and looks over to the pulsing tide. In and out.
Cravendy Hound: "Aye, I wish we could stop bein' in disaster mode. But. Guess that's just 'ow Heartwood functions, eh? Out of one mess and right into another."
Aislinn North shrugs like she's come to accept that's just the way it is. "I'm not sure we'd know what to do with ourselves otherwise. We'd get bored. And then just make our own mess. At least this way, we're cleaning up -other- people's messes." she sighs. "But at least things are...calmer? For now." One Garlean and two mischievous AI aside. But surely that wasn't anything they couldn't handle, right? "Hear you've been going out and handling the business end of things here and there. "Resigning to your officer fate?" she teased lightly.
Cravendy Hound feels her mouth twitch into a smile. It had taken a while to accept, but yeah. She was finally beginning to go soft and it wasn't all that bad. "We're all a bit messed up but I wouldn't 'ave it any other way, so messmakers it is. Just....yeah. At least 'ave the courtesy of lettin' us catch our breath before tossin' us into the fire again."
Cravendy Hound: "Mhnn..." Cravs finds it difficult to admit to what Lin is saying, a mental block preventing her from speaking more. Words broken, she opts to nod instead. "I get these real bad allergy attacks lately, so been keepin' indoors. Then I found out paperwork ain't....so bad. Ye better not go 'round gloatin' 'bout this to anyone though!"
Aislinn North eyes widen in a feigned 'I would never!' look. "Your secret's safe with me." she promises. "Also, not sure anyone would believe me, anyroads." Seeing the crab struggling, she leans forward and helps it out of the sandy hole. It begins to scuttle on its way. "We didn't get much shell collecting done." she noted. "Do you think she'd mind?"
Cravendy Hound laughs at that. "Thanks for steppin' round my pride. It feels nowadays I keep gettin' walked on, like that drinkin' incident..." She shakes her head, not bothered by it, and lets the ocean speak for an extended period of time. The gentle breeze warm against her skin, salt-soaked and soft, wrapping herself around them like a blanket.
Cravendy Hound: "I don't think she'd mind."
Aislinn North lets her gaze drift out across the lazy waves. As the breeze gently sweeps in, a soft smile comes over her, at perfect ease. She leans back towards the sky. "You're probably right."
#ff14 rp logs#Aislinn North#Cravendy Hound#ask (demand)#demand (ask)#these two finding soft comfort in each other ;_;#and the ending...#-chefs kiss-#really nice to get this in before Endwalker and before the CHAOS that follows#Cravs is growing up and finally becoming....somewhat responsible#tho she did drunkenly break bottles in the yard not long before this lmao#maybe that was the final straw to sober her up a lil
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TW: Knife violence, mention of drugs, mention of hypothetical child death.
Feat. @umbralsound-xiv
Bexy Amalaryssia: A slow, thudding knock sounds at the door of the apartment. No voice calls out as greeting, no further sound is given. Bexy slowly fills her lungs, exhaling quietly on the other side of the door, attempting to find some measure of patience.
White Rabbit laid lazily on her oversized bed, looking over some paper that was marked with words. Not pictures. She would have rather had have them. But there was a knock that pulled her gaze up towards the door. The door she got off the bed for, leaving the papers behind. With a turn of the knob, she pulled it open a little. Just a crack. Peeking between it at the woman she had been hearing so many things about over the past few suns. "Icepick~" she greeted as she swung the door open! Rolling her hand over several times down into a half-curtsy bow while she stared up at the woman with a toothy grin.
Bexy Amalaryssia slowly inclines her head - Almost her whole frame, at that. At the beckon of a bow, Bexy slips through the open door, and doesn't say another word until she's through the threshold. "White." She speaks, sharp and purposeful. Her usual pleasantries had fled her, replaced by some muted urgency. "I seek your services in information."
White Rabbit stepped around Bexy, keeping her back turned away as she eased the door towards its home in the frame. Leaning her weight against it, the door clicked shut. Then another click. Locked. "Do you?" she asked, her tone lifting up as if she were surprised. She wasn't. That was obviously apparent by the string of words she explained, "I was wonderin' if you would. And you have! Come here. Seekin' the rabbit." Splayed fingers pressed against the flat of her chest, her grin remained strong.
Bexy Amalaryssia: "I have. And I have little patience for dawdling. My time is -limited-, White." Bexy walks a little further into the room, a chill catching in the air as she moved. The sound of her footfalls comes to a halt, as she slowly turns in the middle of the corridor. "...Why would you wonder such a thing, hm?"
White Rabbit dropped her arm like a dead weight, letting it hang there while the other rested folder over her torso, hand tucked under her arm. "Oh— you haven't heard?" She leaned forward a little, a corner of her lips tugged into something more of a smirk. "Then again. You have been busy. Haven't you? Or. That's what they say~" If it weren't for the woman's "limited" time she'd have kept her hand a little longer, but might as well lay some cards on the table. As a courtesy. "I thought it wasn't midnight anymore."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Who says?" Her words were prying, tail opting to flick at her heels for a moment. "And it isn't. I don't kill or steal for coin, White. You know this. I'm far beyond that now." She slinks along to a wall, finding it better to press her back against it. "Tell me what you have heard. I'm prepared to pay."
White Rabbit pushed off the door, meandering over to the icy woman with a sway in her steps. "They say." she said, as if that told her anything. "Why?" she asked, stopping dead three or five fulms away. It was closer to five. "Should I? I want to know. You'll tell me, won't you? Your time is limited. It must be important if it is."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "It is important." Bexy doesn't deny it for a second, but her impatience is clear in her tone. "People close to me are missing. I want to know where they are." Her gaze drops for a moment, hesitating. "...I know where they were last."
White Rabbit: "Who was taken?" Bending at the waist she leaned in. "Who took them?" she asked before asking another between a grin in an almost whispered, "Was it the funny people with those funny red marks?"
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Eir. Sayuri. Both of them." Her brow knits as White speaks, the answer written plain on her features even before it left her lips. "...Yes. What do you know of them?"
White Rabbit stood up straight. "Eir! Eir... he's the one who made those cookies!" With a jerk of her body she spun around on the ball of her foot, coming to a studden stop when the other hit the ground. She thoughtfully tapped the side of her chin with a knuckle. "And the one who wanted to. Get peaches?" She craned her neck, peering back over her shoulder. "I know a lot of things. About them. Don't you?"
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Sayuri is my sister. White, tell me what you know. I don't have time for this. Tell me!" A hair away from shouting, Bexy bristles against the pillar. "I need to know if they're still with the people who took them. They're a band of slavers that operate in Thanalan. But they sell people, White. Sayuri I'm sure they still have. Eir... I don't know. But wherever he goes, she will surely try to follow."
White Rabbit didn't move at first, not an ilm. Not even a flinch. She just stared, letting the silence claim the room unfortunately for Bexy. She wondered a moment how much it got under her skin between what to say and what not to. She breathed in through her nose, the slight smile tugging into something wider. Something more as she turned until she stopped. Facing her. "Icepick~" she cooed, teasing-like, taking a step forward she asked with a bite to her words as she took another step, "Do you know. How much trouble. You've caused? How much you've made." Lowering her voice she lifted her head up at her. "If you have to come to me. I bet you don't~."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "So I've killed a few people. So what?" Bexy's immediate vicinity was a Coerthan chill, her eyes narrowing on White's own. Those unnatural blue hues could be seen at this distance, how they laced and threaded with aether. "They all deserved to die. But hunting them hasn't given me the information I want."
White Rabbit slowly shook her head staying right where she stood, cold or not. "They do a lot more good bein' six fulms under. I'd say even better if it was eight or ten! But you. You really don't know what you've done. Or maybe you do. And you just. Don't. Care." Throwing her arms up as she shrugged she let them fall. They swing by her sides a few times over. "Why would you? Salvers or not." Her words hardened as she spoke, but never lost the slight bounce to them. "Men, women, and children. If it gets you closer to gettin' them. It doesn't matter. Does it?"
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Don't be ridiculous. I've not laid a finger on a child. What good would harming a child do in all of this? No. Each one that crosses my paths I'll kill. Until I get them back, until they understand they don't touch the people I love!"
White Rabbit: "Oh!" She dramatically exclaimed. "But I'm not! Bein' ridiculous. You might not have. Laid your bloody fingers on them." Her expression softened, her eyes narrowing some. "But your choices have. Isn't that funny how that works?" It wasn't, her brows knit a little. Just a tiny above her smile. "You make a choice. Or you don't. And so many things happen." Taking a step back she shook her head. "Poor things. I wonder how many will starve. Because you didn't think beyond them. And what about them. What would they think? Or maybe they don't either. That'd be a shame."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "There are starving children the world over, White. Some situation lands them where they are, and though I might tip that scale, I am not the only weight on it." The room plummeted into a chill; as White retreated, Bexy subtly leaned after her, one hand slowly unfurling to settle at her side, gloved fingers flexing through now threadbare, nigh irreprable gloves. "I don't see how killing a bunch of slavers makes them suffer. Go on then, enlighten me! With your plethora of information."
White Rabbit stopped, half her weight on her foot placed half a step back. She wasn't going to retreat further, staring the woman dead in the eyes. "Of course you don't." Her words jabbed at the woman's ears like a thumb trying to shove an insult deep into her head. "You killed a bunch of fences. What do fences do?" Why yes, she was talking to her like the children she spoke about, but if she was really a child, she'd be nicer. "Buy things. Sell things. Sell fun little plants, drinks, and powders. To people! Who have to take them. If they stop cold. What happens? They become food for the worms. If they have children. What happens to them? And no!" She snapped, grinning teeth looking more like a threat. "You can't say they'd be given to family. Or that they'd be adopted. I'll agree. I will, because I think, that some would be okay. But what about the others? No. Nononono, they. Become wormfood too. If they don't get picked up by those same people you hunt. Isn't. That. Funny?"
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Then that was their own negligence!" Bexy spoke sharply, eyes glaring daggers as they didn't move and ilm from White's. "It is no fault of mine if one who partakes ceases to breathe, and those who relied on them suffer for it. That was always a consequence of their actions. Even had I not killed the fences, disrupted the flow, something else would have come along in due time, and some other tragedy would have befallen them. It makes it no less unfair, but it is the truth, and I feel not an onze of guilt for it. I want to know where my friends are, White. I want to know if they're alive, if they've been moved, if they've been sold. But it won't change my actions. I'll keep killing them anyway; every bastard that deigns to wear that mark, for what they have done."
White Rabbit breathed out an audible sigh. Her gaze narrowed under brows weighted down by the woman's reply. "Then I won't help you. If you're not goin' to think." Moving to turn she went to step away. It wasn't a retreat— she was cutting the woman off, leaving her in the cold.
Bexy Amalaryssia slips wordlessly by the Raen, a level glare in her gaze as she makes for the already locked door... And upon settling a gloved hand on the handle, freezes it shut, slaking the door and frame with ice. "...You're leaving me with little choice, White. I didn't want it to come to this. I didn't." If she was honest, her tone didn't budge an ilm for it. "You have information that could see them returned home. And you are in my way." Slowly, she begins to pace towards White...
White Rabbit stopped part way towards her bed, staring forward. Shite. "I might." She didn't move, except for her gaze. It dropped down to the tile, watching her shadow approach. "If I don't tell you. Are you goin' to kill me? I have to ask. I really do or the curiosity might kill me first. What number would I be?”
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Three hundred and twenty four." Bexy half whispers. The cold seems to snake through the air with every footfall, leaving a small patch of ice with each step. She lingers just an ilm behind White's shoulder. "...I might. You already know far too much about me. And if you won't tell... Then, what use are you? They'll just find a body. No weapon. Nothing. Just another wet room."
White Rabbit's smile pulled into a lopsided smirk. She knew the count was high, but that high? Even she was surprised— disgust and amusement curdly mixed into something that sat behind her gaze that blinked forward at the cold. It sprung up thousands of goosebumps across her skin. Or it could have been the woman's whisper. Maybe both. "I was right~" she sung, her prideful tone lifting her words into the air. "You think I will tell you." she stated as-matter-of-fact-like. "If you didn't, I'd already be dead. I wouldn't be sayin' these words and you— oh you wouldn't be breathin' down my neck. You can. Keep doin' that. The heat has been almost unbearable this sun! Almost."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "Almost." Bexy whispers, echoing her word. Tension fills the air as Bexy slowly draws a breath. "If you won't tell me outright, there's other ways of getting people to talk..." The strange, faint sound of ice, somewhere between a groan and a crackle is given as a slender blade materialises between Bexy's fingers. "...Tell me, White. I won't ask nicely again."
White Rabbit breathed in. And. Turned around! "Is there?" Her attention snapped to the sound. She knew there was. "You were askin' nice-like? You could have fooled me." Looking from the blade to her face, it darted past to the door— her feet hit off the ground, spriting her towards her bedroom alcove, to the window on the other side of the bed.
Bexy Amalaryssia: As soon as White made a move to run, Bexy lunges after her. The ice at her boots was a well practised motion, skidding around the Raen to roughly grab her shirt and slam her sidelong into the wood at the foot of the bed with a sharp shove that sees Bexy then flatten White to her back. "I was asking nicely!" Her words are snapped, and the hint of malice she often withdrew begins to make itself known. The dagger wielding hand is plunged into the flat of White's own, pinning it down. "But this isn't."
White Rabbit shot out an arm frantically grabbing for something, anything to yank her out of the woman's grip. It all went fast, too fast. A sharp gasp of air tried filling her lungs that the wood against her back had pushed out— instead, it caught in her throat, a scream slamming into it and dying into raised words that stumbled out from between her teeth biting down on teeth, "Two million!" She shook. The churn of her stomach felt like her mouth would end up filled with more than just words. "T-Two. Million." Acid licked the back of her throat, letting it burn. "And a whole. Lot. Of somnus." She didn't dare look at her hand. Of course, she was curious, she had an icy dagger shoved through it. How many people got to experience that, she'd have assumed not many if she let her mind wander. The pain that pulsed down her arm didn't let that. "An entire crate. And I'll tell you." She swallowed, trying to slowly catch her breath. "Everythin'."
Bexy Amalaryssia: "You're in no position to be bargaining, White." Bexy quietly reminded. The first dagger is relinquished; to remain in her hand and the wood, as her own gloved hand is brought up to slowly form another. "Tell. Me." The point of the knife is poked firmly enough into the skin of her forearm to draw blood, but not much. "There are worse things I can do to a person."
White Rabbit knew she wasn't. "I-I. Expect. Two million." Again she swallowed, her gaze finally darting over to the poke, but it snapped back to Bexy's own. "I'm goin' to. Need. A healer. You see? You do.” There was a pause. “And the somnus." Then another. It only took up a moment before she explained, "They know. I-Icepick. They're lookin'. For you."
Bexy Amalaryssia: The dagger is pulled away then; that small sliver of information had caught her attention, her icy gaze settling to White's. "They know? The marked ones... They are looking for me?" She allows her question to hang, looking for clarification.
White Rabbit breathed out a shakey breath of air. Then again her entire body shook, not out of fear. No. She wasn't afraid. She hurt. "Yes." came out on a chuckle. "Th-they are. Is it. Really. That surprin'?" Another pause filled the room as she blinked. Her lashes clumped together, damp from her eyes watering up from the constant reminder shoved through her hand. "They're not. Just lookin'. I think. They're plannin' on. Hutnin' you. Down. But you! You. Won't let that. Happen." Her words fell into a whisper. "You. Have. Th-the upper hand. Icepick." In more ways than one. "You should. Th-think. Before you. Make. Your move."
Bexy Amalaryssia stared at White. For a long time she doesn't move, meeting her gaze with some uncertainty... Until Bexy suddenly backs away, the dagger held in hand dissipating into a frigid mist. "Let them come. I'll kill them all." Looking over White, she swallows a small lump that had crawled its way to the pit of her throat. "Tell the fences that so long as they keep from the marked ones, they will be safe from me." Her gaze darts to the dagger still in White's hand... And the doorway, which she takes a few steps towards.
White Rabbit stared back. She didn't move either. She just laid there. Her body trembled on its own as she waited. At her answer, she let out a small 'tsk'. "Is..." she started her gaze following the woman who at least could have done something with the dagger! "that. A promise?"
Bexy Amalaryssia: "I won't touch them." A hesitation, as she draws her painted lips into a line. "...Promise." She makes for the door, the sound of ice shattering, and the click of a lock.
White Rabbit's gaze stayed locked on the woman the entire way, flinching slightly, just a little at the sound of the ice. It'd melt. She assumed the dagger would too. "...I-I'll. See you, Bexy." she said between a weak smile. "I'm so very sure."
Bexy Amalaryssia sets her hand on the handle, and slowly inhales. A response settles on her lips, on the tip of her tongue... But never quite manages to leave, as Bexy departs the room, closing the door swiftly behind her.
#White back-talked Bexy & all she got was an ice dagger(and it melted)#worst gift EVER#she has a neat scar though#people think scars are hot right???#♕ rp logs — white rabbit#❄ icepick in their sides#Bexy Amalaryssia#final fantasy xiv#final fantasy 14#ffxiv#ff14
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FEB[HYUR]ARY 2022
DAY 4 : TIME
Ruran showing a some patience and care, tending to his little garden.
#ffxiv#ff14#ffxiv screenshots#febhyurary#ffxiv rp#ruran vas#my screenshots#my gifs#gardens mark the passing of time pretty well#he grows veggies#and has a mushroom log#and beekeeps#it's his happy place#(aside from qarn)
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I must say, after trying out Lost Ark and Solo, I was wondering if I'd find another MMO I liked. Wasn't expecting it to be Guild Wars 2.
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Hollow Grave
#ffxiv#ff14#Final Fantasy XIV#Final Fantasy 14#roegadyn#hellsguard#logs in for five seconds to make an alt#Hollow Grave#final fantasy 14: a realm reborn#Shadowbringers#balmung#balmung rp#Balmung Server#FFXIV crystal#crystal dc#crystal data center#screenshots#edits#grave tag#ffxiv rp
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Log entry; DCCXXXII
Addendum; Frivolous
Entry;
I suppose it shall ever elude me as to the motivations behind such frivolous wastes of resources, both in the physical assets, and more importantly, time, that so many eagerly invest into pre-arrange yearly festivities, more so those that seemed to aim at little more then to drain ones coin purse.
I do swear, each,.. Well, most,yearly festive events leave me with a strong desire to not see their related affiliated paraphernalia. Should I never see the colors red and pink again enmass, my eyes would forever be at ease..
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勿忘我
#levenin#gpose#ffxiv#final fantasy xiv#ff14 art#hyur#midlander hyur#balmung#balmung rp#a straggler from last week i still kinda liked#so i threw it in photoshop and messed with it#i was gonna log on and get my other crowns but there's a bad storm outside#so uhhh i'll save that for later lol#also this picture corrupted as i was working on it#like most of the time you'll open a file later and it's fucked up for whatever reason#NOPE#did it AS I WAS GOING THROUGH LAYER STYLES#it was the weirdest shit#like OMG SUDDENLY BLUE BARS EVERYWHERE#but i salvaged it so WHOOP#anyway here's a lad until i get content
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