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In Saisei: The Crimson Dawn → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Please let me get one of the hot teachers, please let me get one of the hot teachers, PLEASE let me get one of the hot teachers...!

Of course the only thing that would suddenly get Kiku's attention would be seeing that two out of the three potential future team leaders were beauties. Not that he knew who they were. Or their names. Did they mention their names yet? The possibility of getting any teacher that wasn't as boring as Hatake-sensei hadn't crossed his mind, but this was probably the highlight of his day. Having a pretty teacher would definitely help him focus, or so he thought.

Turning himself from the window to the front of the room at some kind of attempt to look like he was paying attention, Kiku managed to catch wind of the brunette immediately dismissing the class. Hah, her and his dad would get along just fine, the two could get to know one another by making up a list of what they didn't like about other people. He had to hold back a snicker as the thought crossed his mind, although he was in bigger trouble than he thought when Tsume jumped up. She didn't seem too happy to be dismissed, expressing herself openly--and Kiku had put a hand over his mouth to try to hide the giant grin he had. Welp, that was one way to make a first impression.

Oh well, that was her problem, not his.

At the very least Kiku was fully paying attention now, chin in hand. Apparently the three up front already knew Hatake-sensei, and something about serving in the war? Admittedly, he was a little more interested in the team assignments, his free hand impatiently tapping the desk. If he was lucky, he'd have some cute teammates, but he didn't think he'd get his way. Once the names were passed out, however, it looked like at the very least he'd have a friend on his side, even if there was the tiniest hesitance at having to be under Lady Critical's future guidance. But even with that, there was no hiding his giant smile, his eagerness apparent as his neck practically snapped in her direction. Throwing her an excited thumbs up as his name was called, he practically rushed to stand next to her.

"Look at that, look at that, we ended up on the same team!" He managed to keep it to a whisper, straightening up.
In ＦＩＮＡＬ ＦＡＮＴＡＳＹ Ｘ｜Ｖ： Ｔｈｅ Ｂｌｅｓｓｅｄ Ｔｗｅｌｖｅ → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Achronum @Trainerblue192 @Bounce


Kikipu pursed her lips, rolling her eyes as she tried to think. She didn't seem to appreciate River's comment, though she would hold back any retort she would have had as Kajin dealt out justice on her behalf. There was something of a fond smile on her face, watching the interaction with unbridled amusement. The two lalafel were much livelier than the poor padjal, and she seemed to take pity on him as she sighed.

"Tillman over there--the guy that apparently rented out that bodyworkin' cat--would have seen him last since he tends to deal with the goods directly. He would've inspected everything before giving the okay to sell," She gestured over to the building opposite of them before looking up at the horned humanoid. "What troubles you?"

@Obscene Symphony @Amalyra


A grumpy Tillman and his mate continued to exchange glares, although Tillman tried to wave him away once or twice. Finally, the wordless argument seemed to cease, his companion choosing not to hover and instead deciding to throw J'torha one last look before occupying himself at the bookshelf. Tillman himself sat down at the desk nearby, giving J'torha a dark look.

"Had your fun? Or are you still planning to make a bigger fool of me?" He asked him, unamused with the scene that was caused.

Outside, Lyveva caught up with A'lythana, slinging a rucksack across her back as she looked around. Her look softened as she watched everyone converse before turning her attention to the miqo'te. "Hehe, glad to see everyone taking this so seriously! We might just regain our bearings sooner than later!" She said, running a hair through her bangs. "How about you? Any luck on your end?"

@EvictedElement@Alfhedil


The hyur paused, thinking carefully as he mulled over the description Isabella gave him. "Otkar...can't say I've met the man, but I think I know who you're talking about," He spoke slowly, snapping his fingers as he thought of who she was talking about. "He usually comes by boat, but I think I saw him when he came to drop by what he wanted to sell."

He motioned for Isabella to come closer, lowering his voice. "Most around here go by a 'don't ask, don't tell' creed, but I'll be honest, his character was mighty questionable," He admitted. "Don't judge a book by its cover, but that cover basically screamed 'suspicious as all hells'."

Straightening up, he looked towards the bazaar. "There's this persistent rumor about a up-and-rising group of thieves doing some real shady shit," He said. "Some...'merchants'? Can't remember. But dressing up as an Immortal Flames soldier seems right up their alley.

Meanwhile, the handler was having a difficult time trying to corral the pair of chocobos. The two seemed awfully mischievous today, pretending to be compliant until the attention was off them and scurrying about. At X'gihl's approach, he whipped his head around, eyes wide.

"Ah, they're good birds, I swear!" The panicked response came out, calming down when he realized he didn't recognize the miqo'te. "Sorry, thought I was in for a scolding! A-Actually, maybe a scratch with this one would help," He sheepishly apologized, the chocobo currently in his reach letting out a chirp of glee. "They're feeling more playful than usual! Which, given I've only one last trip, is alright, but...I just need them to behave a little longer!"

@The Irish Tree


The pair of Brass Blades standing nearby had apparently enjoyed the show, muttering to one another and passing commentary before noticing Theodore's approach. They were almost completely at ease, in uniform but obviously more slack than the ones usually stationed in Ul'dah.

"...that's what happens when you try to swindle a cat," The Hyur of the pair chuckled. "Can't blame the bloke, been itching to try one out for myself, but the female variety tends to be a little more slippery."

"The Wood Wailers are more experienced in catching those," The other, a Highlander, mused.

@Valor


Suki carried Rika in her arms as she looked around the rest of the ward. Its size wasn't terribly huge, but considering how crafty the children were, it was difficult to know where to start. Rika let out a quiet, muffled whine, practically burying her face in her mother's shoulder, though hesitantly curious eyes did occasionally glance up at Byssu. Suki'a seemed more grumpy than anything, arms crossed tightly as he let out a huff once in a while, though he offered no help and hovered near his mother.

"Honestly...where could those two be hiding?" Suki seemed exasperated. The sound of a slight whimper caused her ear to twitch, Rika looking up and letting out a gasp. Her jaw dropped as she followed Rika's gaze to the roof. "By the gods! Nikulas! Is that you up there?!"

A young boy slowly got to his feet, now in full view. A young hyur with dark, messy hair and a pair of serious-looking blue eyes inspected the small group, unimpressed as he watched Suki'a shrug at him. "Foiled, were we?" He sighed.

"Nikulas!" Suki's voice was sharp. "What in the world are you doing up there?!"

Nikulas crossed his arms for a moment, though he dropped them as he hung his head in defeat. "...I can't get down," He admitted sheepishly.


In I am Thou, Thou art I | A Persona Interest Check → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
8) I prefer to play with people who have NOT RPed with me before. This does not include the people who I have invited.



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In Of Blood and Magic → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

The vampire watched the hobo work his magic and stay true to his hippie self--of course he'd be a plant mage--although he did have to put a cap on any observations he could have had as he watched the grass surge upwards. At the very least, it'd hide the body, but before he could even think to compliment or applaud the effort, the scent of alcohol hit him. His eyes darted to the flask as it was brought out, quirking an eyebrow as the hippie/hobo-plant mage took another drink. Still, it was a handy trick, but he couldn't quite pat the kid on the head as the murmuring of a few nearby people caught his ear.

Taking a quick look back at the crowd, Eris held back a scowl as he looked at the pair, surprised by Alderman's deduction. "Leverage or balls, either or. If there was ever a time to pull something like this, now was as good a time as ever," He surmised. "The guards are more fanned out than usual since some of them have time off for the Revel. If I had to put myself in their shoes and guess, they probably did this knowing that."

As for the sigil mentioned, Eris shook his head, fiddling with the clasp holding his cape to his jacket. "I don't know much about magic, but I'll take your word for it," He sighed, handing over the thread to his mage for safekeeping. "Change of plans, I think I can make it to the guard station faster if I just fly there. Hang tight and try to ward off any curious eyes; I should be back in a minute or so."

Taking a few steps back away from the pair, Eris mentally mapped out his path. The nearest guard station should be a minute's walk away on foot, so he should make it there rather quickly. The actual flying wasn't his worry, though; transforming back and forth was still a little shaky on his end. Oh well, this was an emergency, he'd just have to deal with the shakiness. Turning towards the direction he hoped was the right one, the transformation from vampire to bat was quick and efficient, and soon he was airborne.

Fluttering above the pair, the bat flew in the direction of the closest guard station. Fortunately, it didn't take long, the flight mercifully uneventful. Deciding to land as close as possible, he flew in, deciding to transform back in front of the first guard he saw. Once his legs hit the ground, he was certain that he had nailed it. And why wouldn't he? Transforming was just one of his many talents, after all! That said, he didn't even get to take a step forward before feeling like he had gotten steamrolled over. The entire world seemed to spin all around him, and before he knew it, he had landed less-than-gracefully face-down on the ground. His nose in particular felt sore, but his body was sending him all sorts of mixed signals as he made his first attempt to get up. This talent needed a little more practice, it seemed.

He could hear someone ask if he was alright. "Hnng..." Shit, even talking was a little harder than it should have been, the dizziness getting the better of him as he pushed himself off the ground. Shaking his head, he forced himself to get up, swaying to his left and having to grab the nearest wall for support. "Behind ballroom...body...urgent!" He strung together the words, slightly slumping down before catching himself. Good grief, this was embarrassing. "There's a murdered mage behind the ballroom!" He spat it out, much more focused this time.

Rolling around at the speed of a bat and leavin' @Scribe of Thoth and @Trainerblue192.

In Black Iris Society → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


In Black Iris Society → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Interest Checks
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In Of Blood and Magic → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

Wowee, the hobo was a rebel. Were it not for the seriousness of the situation, Eris would've inquired exactly why the kid was clearly bending the rules. He had assumed he was straight-laced, goody-two-shoes, all about saving the earth and whatever. Eris never did see the appeal of alcohol, seeing as all it did was make mortals even sloppier than they usually were, but they swarmed anytime it was around. The smell, the vomiting, the attitude shifting--it was bizzare, to say the least. But from what he had been told, the effects themselves made the drinker feel better or something.

Either way, it wasn't his business whatever the hobo did in his spare time, though he did remind himself to keep an eye on his own mage. And speaking of which, they didn't get a chance to leave without Alderman grabbing something from the table. A fork, it looked like. First a belt, now a fork, what was up with this kid? Weren't knives sharper, anyway? Mages were so damn weird.

But that wasn't his focus, instead Eris strode towards the back of the ballroom where Alderman had claimed to have seen the body. As they got closer, however, the scent of freshly-spilled blood all but confirmed it even before he laid eyes on it. Just as Alderman said, it looked precisely like someone had taken a snack and carelessly disposed of the body. At least, he thought it was careless, but considering so far no one had yet to scream that there was a murderer on the loose, either whoever did it wanted to get caught, or they were just that confident.

Kneeling down, Eris wrinkled his nose as the smell of alcohol mixed in with the scent of the blood. She was pale, young, probably didn't see it coming at all. He narrowed his eyes as he looked at the bite mark and blood on the wall, assuming the perpetrator had been a messy eater. He noticed the girl's open hand, carefully plucking what looked like a knot of thread. Something she grabbed in an attempt to stop the vampire?

First and foremost, he figured the best thing to do was to alert the guards. "One of us should go get a guard, while whoever stays tries to make sure no one else sees this," Eris said, the thought of any drunken mages spotting a dead body and causing unneeded noise crossing his mind. "Green and silver...I don't think I noticed anyone wearing those colors when we came in."

If word gets out that he's some kind of responsible person the blame is entirely on @Scribe of Thoth and @Trainerblue192.

In Of Blood and Magic → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

A what?! Alderman's response was the absolute last thing that Eris had expected, any witty comeback or possibly nonchalant dismissal dying in his throat. The vampire was still, chartreuse eyes focused on the mage's face. There was a cynical part of him that initially didn't believe what he said--a corpse on the princess' grounds? That was insane, there were guards all around them! People were constantly coming and going, how in the world could there be someone dead?! A murder on campus would throw the Noila school in the spotlight for all the wrong reasons, not to mention the very real possibility that there was an actual assassin lurking around.

Of course, Eris hadn't quite recovered from the initial shock when another masked person approached the pair. It took him longer than it should have to realize it was the Spellman boy. Wow, so he was capable to cleaning himself up some, even if he hadn't seen such billowing sleeves that reminded him of the ever flowing curtains his mother had in her living room. Argh, no! Focus! There would be time to trash him later, this was a serious situation.

That said, Eris narrowed his eyes at the kid. What exactly was he accusing him of? The thought of Alderman murdering someone wasn't foreign, but he always thought it would be him or some other vampire. From the sounds of it, it was a mortal that had died. Things were starting to frazzle him, but finally, Eris snapped back to it, getting a grasp on things as he remembered where they were.

Placing his hand on his mage's shoulder, he pulled him back from Spellman a touch, putting on a better smile. "Steady, you two, remember where we are," He warned the pair with a quieter tone, straightening up before looking at Alderman. "Calmly, now, let's step outside. We can discuss this with less ears around us." He turned and headed to the exit, hoping the pair would listen and not break into an argument and draw more attention to them. For once he didn't notice any looks, his mask mostly concealing his face and identity. But he needed to get to the bottom of what was going on.

In disbelief that @Scribe of Thoth and @Trainerblue192 are making him be an adult right now.

In Of Blood and Magic → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The Unexpected Trio


Cassandra had taken every champagne flute that walked past her on servants' legs. It was a bit of a Russian Roulette game, as she wasn't versed enough to be able to tell which were actually wine, and which were just sparkling juice. She had taken a few dances, and spent some time trying to guess at familiar figures through their masks, with varying degrees of success. Presently, she spotted a familiar face, or hair anyway. When she recognized Lilie, the fire she was using as a mask flared briefly, and she made her way over, swaying with surprising and unusual grace around other ball goers.

She put a hand on Lilie's arm, and sang out in a voice wavering with contained laughter.
"Iiiii saw Salem kissing Aaaaaron… Clause! her laughter broke through, punctuated by the green flames around her eyes flaring out and in. "Lilie! Good Revel? It's my first time!"

Lilie jumped when she was addressed, though she was happy to see another familiar face, hoping she didn't look too flustered. She returned Cassandra's laughter with a slight giggle, though her jaw dropped as she realized what she said. Salem did what?! She pursed her lips, teetering on whether or not she should tell her, but she decided to return her greeting first.

"So far, so good!" She replied cheerfully, scratching her cheek. "And, um...Salem kissed me, too, so I guess he's doing to to everyone." Well, that solved that mystery.

"Maybe it's a Revel thing, I didn't talk to him, though," she looked briefly around as if to see if anyone else was doing so.

"Who did you come with, by the way? Aaron?" she asked, suddenly changing the subject and looking back at Lilie. "I'm here with Ama- um, Countess Marivaldi. But I didn't see Sinenodel or Astorio, so I hope I'm not the lame one."

Were they supposed to come with their vampires? She couldn't imagine Count Sinnenodel or Count Astorio attending this sort of thing if she was being honest, but both their mages had come. She was glad Cassandra didn't comment any further on the kiss, feeling her face finally lose its heat. She was a little surprised that she had assumed that she came with Aaron, though. He would be the type to come to this sort of thing, wouldn't he?

Lilie shook her head, though she did wish she thought of asking Aaron to accompany her. She had been so caught up in wearing a pretty dress she didn't even think to ask anyone to go with her. "I came alone, actually," She admitted wholeheartedly. "I think it's nice that you came with Countess Marivaldi." She looked around the ballroom for him, catching herself a second too late. "My countess said to go socialize, so...here I am. Salem said we should all hang out later again, too, but I wanted to hang around here a little longer. I've never been to such a fancy party."

"Aw man, I am the lame one!" she lamented with a facetious laugh. "I dunno that I'd call this 'socializing' though. Half the people don't know who the other half is. Do you think we should try to meet some people?"

Lilie was a little confused at the comment, though she guessed that maybe Cassandra meant coming alone was better than coming with a vampire. Maybe it was like bringing a parent to a dance? She didn't think it was lame, though she had to agree that she did have a slight point. As much as she wanted to socialize (and made the same comment to Salem) there she was, sticking to who she knew. Lilie hung her head in disappointment, though if she was being honest, there were way too many people for her to be comfortable trying to get to know total strangers.

"I mean...we're talking. That's socializing!" She tried to defend their actions with a small shrug, ultimately failing and giving up shortly after. "I just don't want to start chatting someone up and then have some vampire come creeping up on me, I guess." She frowned, deciding to change the subject. "So...did you say this was your first Revel? Were you not allowed to celebrate?" It was an odd comment, striking her curiosity.

”I can protect us from vampires,” the final “S” came out in just barely a slur, “They’re like, afraid of fire, right?

“But yeah, it’s my first. I had dancing lessons on previous Revels, and watched some parties on TV and stuff, but I did’n actually go to a party.”

Lilie wondered if that was a mage thing. The Revel was always a huge party that the whole town used to celebrate, so hearing someone that didn't get to participate came off as odd. She frowned a little at the mention of burning vampires, feeling like that was something that was known but shouldn't really be said. Now that she was really looking at her, though, the other mage was a little off. Her dress and mask were wonderfully creative, but her speech was a little weird and the things she said seemed pretty open. For someone so usually aloof, she sure was super friendly. Not that she minded, but it was still a little strange.

"Are you okay?" She finally decided to ask. "I thought there was a two drink limit."

"Is there? Well, two drinks for me is pretty different from too drinks for, like, Aaron, right? Maybe I just shouldn'ta had them so quickly. Don't go taking advantage now."

Her mouth formed a small 'o' as her mask hid the rest of her confusion. Well, this was certainly something. Lilie wasn't sure what she meant by take advantage, but instead she looked around, hoping she could find help or something. How did one help with drunkenness? Water? Food? Both seemed good, right?

"Why don't we get you some water?" Lilie tried to coax Cassandra to a chair.

Victor had taken his time enjoying the evening air and the sounds that came with the giant party. People laughing, talking, giggling, this atmosphere was rather calming he had to admit all he needed was to get used to it. Leaving his glass outside with a sigh the large vampire started to make his way back inside, perhaps finding someone to dance with could ease his mind a little more.

It sure was crowded in the ballroom, wasn't until he overheard a familiar voice did he finally slow down and look around for the small water mage. He could only make out a few things through the commotion of dancers and spectators around them. Something about vampires being afraid of fire then another thing about being drunk. This was sure to be fun.

He wasted little time to get right into Cassandra’s personal space while lilie tried to coax her to a chair, “Most Vampires are afraid of fire because it damages us easily and it's hard to regenerate that damage.” a sly smile creeping through his mask, grabbing her hand into more of a dancing posture and slowly twirl her around,“But some vampires like to play with fire,even if we get burned,” winking at her from under his mask, “Count Astorio at your service.”

Maybe Lilie was the one drunk, her eyebrows shooting up as Count Astorio entered the scene. He had overheard their conversation, it looked like, though this more playful side was definitely different than the sterner, more tactful side she was used to. Suddenly feeling like she was intruding, she decided that maybe she should go take another stab at mingling with the crowd.

"I leave her in your capable hands, then!" She giggled, giving the pair a small wave before she left the two.
In ＦＩＮＡＬ ＦＡＮＴＡＳＹ Ｘ｜Ｖ： Ｔｈｅ Ｂｌｅｓｓｅｄ Ｔｗｅｌｖｅ → 7 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Obscene Symphony @Achronum @Trainerblue192 @Bounce @The Irish Tree


The word J’torha threw out was definitely heard by all surrounding the well, the merchant in question having a look of pure confusion. A Midlander, fair in complexion and looking very much average in height, build, and even hair color. There was a small lapse in nearly every conversation, as if waiting in anticipation for his response. At first, it seemed like he was just about ready to protest the accusation, opening his mouth to respond when a small scoff from another seller seemed to catch his attention.

“Reckon that is where the missing gil went, eh Tilman?” The other merchant chuckled darkly.

Tilman’s head snapped in his direction, throwing him an incredulous look. “What are ye talking about?” He asked, offended. “I’ve never seen this Mi’qote before in my life!”

“Missing--!” J’torha practically growled as he fell off the pole, marching up to the merchant. The crowd parted as he came, letting him through and likely eager to see where this all was going.

“I see I’m not the only one you short-changed, you gil-pinching cur!” J’torha’s accusations could clearly be heard all across the square, and he perched his hands on his hips, gesturing indignantly. “Isn’t it amazing! Anytime I come after a customer for payment, it’s the first time we’ve met!” He raised his voice a little and threw his hands up in frustration, the suggestion clear. “But I’d say we were awfully familiar back when you were begging for just another bell, promisin’ you’d have the money to me by morning!”

He turned on his heel, striding theatrically over to the other wares for auction. “Oh, but you’ve got plenty of money now for nice fancy things to sell, don’t you?” he accused, leaning on the cart of goods awaiting auction. “Or are you a debtor and a thief?”

Lyveva’s jaw dropped, though the blonde decided to slip into the crowd. Meanwhile, Tilman was completely shocked at the accusation, ears positively burning underneath his turban as he realized that nearly everyone was watching. He was at a loss, shaking his head as he put down the book he had in his hand to step down from the well.

“I believe you’re mistaken,” He seemed to be trying to keep his calm for the moment.

Once again, the other merchant laughed, jumping down from the well to glare at him. Much like the merchant, he seemed to be an average Midlander as well, with the exception of a mop of dark hair poking out this way and that. “And I suppose this is why you wouldn’t spend the night?!” He gestured to J’torha wildly.

”This?” J’torha questioned back, ignoring Tilman’s refusal for the moment and gesturing to himself. “I’ll have you know that this is in high demand.” He sounded insulted.

“‘Course, if I was a smarter man I’d be taking my payments up front.” He aimed that comment at Tilman, a dangerous edge to his voice.

“How could you blow me off for this stray cat?!” The brunet rounded on Tilman, clearly peeved.

He held his hands up in an effort to defend himself. “Hold on, now, I just told ye, I don’t know him!” He insisted, his annoyance peppered with a nervous edge.

“Stray?!” J’torha’s ears flattened further, tail twitching even more noticeably than before. He glared at the dark-haired Midlander. “Hey now, it should be him you have a problem with, not me. I didn’t know he was a cheat!”

He turned on Tilman, jabbing a finger into his chest. “And don’t you go tryin’ to worm out of this now. I performed a service, and I want my payment. It’s a simple transaction, surely a businessman like you can figure it out. Or…” J’torha took an exaggerated look around, and turned back to Tilman, feigning sympathy. “I’m sorry, did you not want your less ‘reputable’ business out in the open?”

Tilman was at a complete loss at this point, torn between wanting to properly defend himself and wanting to turn tail and run. All the extra attention and ire didn’t seem to be worth it, the hyur shaking his head as he let out an irritated sigh. “Just...come now, we can handle this business out of public eye,” He muttered, turning back to the well. To his shock, the book he had previously was gone. “...I swore I just put this down…”

“No excuses! We’re getting to the bottom of this!” The brunet insisted, a hand on Tilman’s shoulder as he unceremoniously dragged him towards one of the buildings. He threw J’torha a look. “Come along then, if you want your payment, Desert Kit, as well as whatever else was taken from you.”

Kikipu’s jaw was agape, watching the situation unfold. She put her hand to her chin and frowned as she looked over at the goods. Something seemed to click in her head, a tiny gasp escaping her before a realization hit her. Her brow creased as she shook her head, turning back to the trio.

”Now that you mention it, the man who dropped off these goods did seem strange,“ She referred to E-Siri’s comment as she seemed to recall something. ”Not the man himself, I suppose, as scarred faces and ugly mugs are commonplace, but the fact that he was alone and had all this to sell. Normally we go by a ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy--asking too many questions tends to make heads roll--but it was curious.”

@Amalyra


The lalafel watched the commotion go down with something resembling amusement, but at the end he simply scoffed. ”There you go, then. Reckon Kikipu or Tilman will point you in the right direction,” He stifled a yawn before putting his hands behind his head. ”I’d be awfully careful if I was you. Pretty sure I saw you come in with that other Mi’qote. Causing a ruckus tends to get unwanted attention, moreso if people find out you’re sniffing around. Or do whatever you want, it’s none of my business.” He didn’t wait for a response, simply walking off.

@EvictedElement@Alfhedil


The resounding cheer at getting an extra pair of hands made it clear that their help was appreciated, the men and women scrambling to make sure the extra help wouldn’t go to waste. The hyur chuckled, shaking his head as he motioned for the pair to wait a moment as a smaller boat came into the port. Despite its size, it carried a massive amount of fish wrangled up in a net, with only a pair of sailors manning it.

”I’ll only bother you for this, then--small boat, small catch,” He said as he leaned over, hands outstretched and waiting. Dragging this over to the cart won’t take long, but it’s one less thing my weary men need to do.”

Catching a thick rope, he motioned for the pair to grab it, pulling it towards the pier. At Isabella’s mention of Lyveva, he did look back at the pair with a small frown on his face. ”That’s...Aidric’s little sister. Huh, so that’s what she’s up to these days,” He frowned. ”Thought those people disbanded a long time ago, what with Avalon fleeing Ul’dah and Etith’to’s disappearance.”

He sighed, continuing to pull as he backed up slightly. “Yeah, they helped me out back when I first started off. Didn’t matter if you had one gil or one million, they’d help out whoever. I don’t think I saw the original founder too often, but when Aidric took the reigns, all sorts of hopeful folks came from all over. It’s a shame he’s not around anymore, but it’s nice to see the company active. Like you said, Eorzea’s in need of good folk.”

Tying the rope to the dock, he scratched the back of his head as he looked around. ”If they’re in a spot of trouble, it’s not too surprising that she’d come here, prolly looking for ol’ Galfridus. He looked after the Gwennael siblings for some time. But I don’t think his ship is coming back today. Maybe in the morning."


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