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The duo lingered for just a while longer as Eris listened to Joryldin explain a go-carting race game about a plumber and a giant spiky turtle (oddly fascinating, that). Apparently the pair were enemies but still found the time to race while throwing an assortment of items at one another (he did find throwing turtle shells morbidly hilarious but doubted a banana peel could be so effective) while accompanied by a lot of other characters. He assumed that the Embraced used a lot of his free time dedicated to video games, making a mental note to try to see what was popular nowadays. They didn't really interest him, if only because he preferred to use his time productively, but maybe using his ignorance would work in his favor.

Eris had taken all of three steps outside when his phone buzzed. Either Ismene had something to add or Antigone was informing him that she refused to take the holiday off. "Excuse me for just a moment," He bid to Joryldin, holding up his hand once he pulled out his phone. As much as he would have liked to ignore it, he didn't like missing any of his messages, though he was surprised to see this one was from Alderman. What in the world was a 'sursyion'? The fact that he had texted him at all was bewildering enough, the actor confused until a second text came in. There was a situation, it seemed, and this time Eris didn't make any effort into rolling his eyes. He must have bullied another mage and got caught by their vampire. He was surprised he didn't just reduce both of them to tears.

He opened his mouth when the third text came, pursing his lips. He swore he didn't understand mortal lingo. 'Ducked', what does that even mean?! Oh, he meant fucked. Fuck, what happened? His thinly veiled annoyance turned into something resembling concern, especially since this was maybe the second or third time Alderman had ever texted him and had actually told him to hurry up. Considering that not having to see one another usually worked in the mage's favor, asking for him rang all sorts of alarms in his head.

Check in on Alderman or continue with Joryldin, what a tough choice. But then again, Eris was used to getting his way. He looked up at the dark haired vampire, a small frown on his face. He'd have to remember not to bother Alderman too much later as a small reward for helping him buy a few sympathy points. "Sorry, I think my mage has a problem," He said as he went to dial Maxwell. "Can't very well have fun knowing he has a situation." Well, he could and have zero remorse, but Joryldin didn't need to know that.

As he turned to make the call, he spotted his mage not too far off. He beckoned for Joryldin to follow, taking long strides to catch up to him. He placed his hand on Maxwell's shoulder, giving him a questioning look as he spotted his belt in his hand. "...Why aren't you wearing your belt?" He asked.


Trying to keep @Jade Blades while seeing what @Scribe of Thoth wants




"...and regarding the fourth revision of the Georgeson contract, Mr. Levits concurs with your edits and we were able to come to an agreement with a possible renewal after the fifth profitable decade," The voice came from Eris' cellphone in a informative tone. "It's all but official, the notary will be here tomorrow and it'll be signed by Mr. Levits' proxy as well as myself."

Said vampire listened through headphones, making a few notes on his phone as she spoke. He expected nothing less from his Ismene, although she did have a tendency to go into more detail than most would. It was always appreciated, but tonight he would have much preferred it written. His encouragement to take the days off and have fun fell on deaf ears, as the mage preferred solitude and and work over play, but he supposed he couldn't very well force her to go out while they were separated. He'd make sure Antigone stopped by to make sure at the very least that she was relaxing.

"Sounds good," His uninterested answer was accompanied by sending the notes he had taken. "Anything else?"

"There is. I've already sent you a letter on my specific findings regarding the other assignment you gave me," Ismene replied, the slightest hint of disappointment in her voice. "I sincerely apologize for the lack of detail."

So that was as far as she could go? Eris placed a hand to his chin, his curiosity piqued. At the very least they could have gotten some sort of cover story, if she wasn't able to find any details that practically screamed its suspicion. She was much too careful and efficient to come up empty handed, so at the very least anything she had gotten would point him in the right direction. "I'll have to take it from here, then. Have a good evening," He hung up, pocketing both phone and headphone before casting a weary gaze at the reluctant mage next to him trailing along.

Honestly, he couldn't understand why Maxwell was so grumpy. Not that one could tell with his mask, but he liked to think that he could tell whenever he was sulking by now. The suit ended up fitting him better than he thought, too, the colors making his eyes pop. Or they would if he had any semblance of life in them. Eris genuinely thought the mage was actually attractive--moreso in an outfit that highlighted his shape and gave him a more polished look that he enjoyed--but for the love of all that was good in the world, would it kill him to smile?! He genuinely didn't understand how the kid had the energy to be perpetually angry at everything in every single waking moment. But then again, it wasn't his concern; his objective was to properly channel that anger in the right direction. Even if some of it was aimed at himself at the moment.

The room was lavish and a little more packed than he would have liked, but that was his own need for exclusivity talking. Eris adjusted his cape slightly, the feathers slightly brushing his black pants. The cape basically made the entire outfit, making up greatly for the simple yet elegant red tailcoat jacket he wore underneath. He threw a wink at a woman who had clearly recognized him beneath the minotaur mask, though as he looked around, he debated on what he should do first. It'd be humorous to see Maxwell dance with someone, but he felt like if he pushed him towards someone he'd just end up walking away. Maybe he could find someone easy? He looked around the room, though when his eyes spotted a familiar face, he froze.

Great Anastasia, the stars had blessed him tonight.

Sitting all by his lonesome was none other than Joryldin Nailo. The way he sat was clearly one of disinterest, red eyes roaming around. Was he looking for something? The thought was very quickly put aside as Eris scanned his clothes. Now that was something he enjoyed very much, appreciating the bare shoulders a lot more than he wanted to admit. What a design, he wondered where he got it. Of course, the clothes didn't do the model justice, his eyes on his ascot before slowly traveling down to his pants. Tight, the way he liked them, and they were begging to be unbuttoned by him. The cherry on top of the cake had to be that expression, though. Alright then, he wasn't going to ignore that and decided he had to have him tonight.

Eris beckoned Maxwell wordlessly to follow him as he kept to the edge of the ballroom, throwing out a greeting or two before finally arriving at Joryldin's table. He brought a gloved hand to his chest, as if only just noticing him. "Joryldin! Had I known you were coming, we could have arrived together!" Eris said in a friendly tone, inviting himself to take the empty seat next to his. "Are you enjoying yourself?"


Dragging poor @Scribe of Thoth along while prowling for @Jade Blades booty




Meanwhile, a much less comfortable attendee stuck to the walls, making every effort possible to blend in as much as she could. It was actually easier said than done; the numerous bodies around her seemed to be at a standard far above one she was used to. If she stood out, it was because she was a little too aware how awkward she was compared to the rest. Still, the beauty of the place was hard to miss, and she was content to step aside and let everything move around her.

The view out into the water was what had drawn Lilie over to the window, or rather, the wall of glass. Standing in front of the glass, she could see the shoreline, momentarily dazed by the movement as the waves gently lapped the sand. She caught sight of herself reflected on the glass, and nearly startled herself. While she had always made it a point to pride herself in her appearance, once again the academy went above and beyond to show her that that too could stand to be improved on. The dress Mariette had given her glimmered gently, the off the shoulder bodice decorated with flowers and lace in a pattern that she found herself adoring. It was a short dress, but the chiffon skirt billowed out around her in asymmetrical layers, longer in the back than it was in the front. Her golden heels were simple, the mask given to her just as beautiful as her dress, though she could have gone without the feathers if she was being honest. Her hair was in waves again, something she hadn't expected to see again so soon, but this time it was pinned away from her face with a pair of golden pins.

Shaking her head at herself, she kept herself staring out at the ocean, deaf to the music and words of the people around her. For some reason, she found herself still struggling to adjust to the extravagance of it all, feeling graceless and bumbling in comparison to those born into the role. Her concerns were muted; she didn't think Mariette would understand, and she didn't think it would be in good taste to go back after having come all this way. Still, there was something nice about the calm beauty of nature that comforted her and helped her think more clearly. At least if she wasn't going to dance, she could just watch the ocean. Maybe she would go outside to get a better look.





The blue haired Fafafono looked up when he was addressed, arms crossed and a permanent scowl on his face. His distaste with the crowd was all too obvious, his interest in the negatives. Despite that, he still threw a glance once in a while, half-listening, half-judging.

"Of course not," He scoffed, thinking little of A’lythana's comment. "You're more likely to find a crowd like this in the city or Vesper Bay. Place is deader than a pirate thrown overboard, but suddenlt some folks bring in merchandise and the bazaar lights up with would-be 'treasure hunters' and the like."

He shook his head as he stared at the crowd disapprovingly. "I'll bet most of that was stolen from some idiot who let their guard down. What with the recent surge of robberies and the like, Ul'dah's corruption is seeping into other parts of the land."




Lyveva stopped long enough to look at J'torha, her expression torn between what could be construed as horror and a much more obvious helplessness. She looked like she could burst into tears at any moment, clutching one book for dear life with her left hand.

"N-No," Despite the lack of tears, the girl was clearly having a hard time. "And th-that's the w-worst part! It isn't m-mine! Or anyone's! I have to g-get them all back!" Her teary expression changed to one filled with dread. "If I don't get them back, I can never show my face to the FC again. Never. Never ever. Because I'll be murdered in my sleep!"

She paused for a second, suddenly realizing something. "Lyveva! Not Lyvia!" She seemed a little peeved, but it quickly went away. "Maybe that's what I'll change my name to when I flee the country..."




The Hellsguard didn't seem surprised to be addressed, looking over Theodore with an interested expression. After a few seconds of drumming up some sort of judgement in his head, he brought a hand to his chin as he took a moment to consider his words. He stayed silent for some time, almost to the point where one would wonder if he was truly thinking of a response.

Fortunately, he did have something for the hyur. "I can't say I've heard of anyone like that specifically, but it does sound like something the Merchants of Mercy would do," He chuckled darkly at the end of his sentence, though it faded into a sigh. "There's been a lot of pockets picked and carriages stolen lately, all in the name of gaining more coin. Now that you ask, however, I think I did see someone like that recently."

He gestured towards one of the buildings. "Yesterday there was someone with that description asking for Kikipu and her lot to sell some goods on his behalf. He didn't have a uniform, but he did have two scars. I can't guarantee it's the same person, but what are the odds?"



The first holiday away from home was a good excuse to stay home and do nothing for Lilie. It wasn't that she disliked The Revel, but she had been feeling particularly homesick recently. She thought calling home would help, but aside from a very comical exchange between her mother and brother it only served to make her feel worse. Hearing that everyone was doing well did make her happy, but she wanted to spend the holiday with them. Letting out a wistful sigh, Lilie let herself mope around the dorm for a while. She had heard that there was going to be a few events around campus, but she was feeling particularly anti-social. The concert Kanalie mentioned was tomorrow, so she was going to allow herself to be whiny for the day-night-whatever (she wasn't used to the time terminology yet). As she contemplated on whether she should watch TV or watch some videos online, a particularly loud knock on the door managed to snap her out of her thoughts.

"Coming!" She called out, quickly rushing to the door.

The bored-looking deliveryman didn't seem to react much as she opened the door, instead holding out a package for her to accept along with a clipboard. "Sign here, please," He stated.

Lilie signed before thanking him, catching a bit of annoyance with him. He didn't have to look at her like that, it was probably for Mariette. Lilie closed the door behind her as she decided to leave the package on her desk in the study, but she was surprised to find her name on it. She examined the box, trying to remember if she ordered anything, but she couldn't think of why anyone would send her anything. She placed it down on her bed, opening up the box. A note addressed to her rested on top of the tissue paper from Mariette of all people. It was typed out, too--so whatever was in there had been ordered for her? Lilie looked down at the package, digging through the tissue paper before seeing just what Mariette got her. Her jaw dropped at the quality of the dress, immediately taking it out of the box and pressing it against herself as she looked at the mirror. Oh, it was so pretty, and it looked like it was just her size, too! She turned this way and that, admiring herself before remembering to actually read the note.

Socializing with your peers is crucial to serving a noble--it's not what you know, it's who you know. I suggest going to Ballroom Number Two tonight and mingling with the people there.
Please use this and have a nice time socializing.

Mariette


Well, if she wanted her to go out and socialize, then she really couldn't say no, right? She took a good look at herself in the mirror, hand on her chin as she examined her reflection. It was supposed to be a really nice party, so she'd need to try hard to make herself look really good. She could give herself a mini spa day and do her hair nice, too. Fortunately, being up early would work in her favor: she could relax, pamper herself, then get dressed and head out. She did have a lavender vanilla sea salt scrub she had been dying to try. Placing the package down on her bed, she closed her bedroom door before rummaging through her stuff. A nice scrub, bath bombs, a few scented candles--all this and some nice music from her phone meant she would have a lovely afternoon bath.





The few closest to X'Gihl looked up at his offer to help, a majority halting their actions as they straightened up. One older looking hyur beckoned towards the rest, and they continued to work while he approached them. He did a quick look between the two, lingering a little longer on X'Gihl before his expression broke into a curious one. He scratched his chin as he looked back to the moving crew, then back to the pair.

"Who are we to deny a helping hand?" The man grinned, beckoning for the pair to follow him. "Reckon no one would turn down that offer." He walked to the boat and motioned for one of the sailors to clear the way. "I should warn you that this'll be hard work. You can rescind your offer at any time."




The pink haired lalafell looked around as her name was called, not finding the source over the calls of the crowd right away. She looked this way and that, though once she found the source of the call, she gasped. "Kajin!" His greeting was met with surprise, and she carefully climbed off the well and approached him. "Long time no see! What brings you to the Bazaar?"



Location: Rushford, Ohio -- Jenkins' Diner
Date: May 15th, 2019


Not one to argue (at the moment) Isla nodded, standing up and grabbing her backpack. Right, best thing to do was stock up on stuff. She followed the dude into the food storage (wait he called it dry storage or something, right?) and opened up her backpack. Canned stuff was good, right? She figured taking as much as she could squeeze into her bag was good enough, though she took a second to put a majority of her belongings on the outside pockets. She had no idea if anything she had was useful, but she wasn't going to abandon anything except for the textbooks weighing her down.

Once she made the space, she went about looking around for what to take. Having to pick and choose was hard, but it was needed. Food was important but for someone who was used to ramen noodles and sleep for dinner with the occasional mass eating of sweets, she didn't really know what was best or lasted longer or whatever. Now she wished she had paid more attention in health class, but she just started grabbing things and stuffing them carefully into her bag.

"Anything we should be prioritizing?" She ended up asking out loud, hoping for a little guidance.









Region: Thanalan
Location: Western Thanalan - The Silver Bazaar


One interesting carriage ride later...

Hopping off the carriage with wobbly legs, Lyveva nearly drops to her knees as she hangs onto a nearby post. She mutters something about a bad trip, straightening up shortly after. The Silver Bazaar is surprisingly bustlling at this time of day, with people scattered about in almost every direction. A pair consisting of a Roegadyn and a Lalafel are conversing while a Hyur pours out water in a trough for a chocobo to drink from, though the majority of people are gathered near the center of the hamlet, with a few perched up on the well waving around products to sell.

Despite barely hanging on the post and looking remarkedly pale, the Hyur made an attempt to lead the way. "Alright...this...is where I had heard...excuse me," Lyveva let herself sink to the floor, shaking her head. "Ugh. Okay, I think it's gone..." She forced herself to her feet, fanning herself with a sigh.

She cleared her throat once again. "Ahem. Alright, I heard a peculiar rumor that an auction for a 'valued home' was going to take place here. The man who stole the title was a Highlander named Otkar," Her voice shook slightly but she powered through. "He was wearing a fake Flame sergeant uniform when he came to the house. I remember noticing two scars on his face--one over his nose and a tiny one on his left cheek--but he didn't really stand out otherwise."

She then gestured towards a small campfire nearby. "If anyone's going to be buying property, then Spotted Meadow would definitely be one of the first to try to snatch it up." The Hellsguard Roegadyn mentioned stood away from the well with a pair of women, eyeing the crowd through a monocle before speaking to one of the women.

"I wanted to ask Galfridus if he knew anything, but he might be away fishing." Lyveva looked towards the port, but she didn't seem to see the Hyur. "Fafafono might be willing to help, but he'll probably want something in return." The blue haired Lalafell scoffed at the crowd, crossing his arms as he muttered something to the Hyur tending to his chocobo.

After taking in a few long breaths, Lyveva steadied herself, dropping her head. "I still feel a little dizzy...but no matter--" She stopped as she noticed one of the items being sold looked awfully familiar. The tome was a dark blue in color, the seller boasting on its craftsmanshsip. "Oh no oh no oh no! They started taking things from our home, too?! And that's one of--uh, uh, let's split up and search, okay?! I have to try to buy everything back! Lyveva went running into the crowd without another word, hurriedly waving down the seller.


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