((Meanwhile with D’hein and Illira...))
"I did as I promised you. I brought Antimony and her child here. I was simply heading my own way now," Illira gestured at the door, "Now... if you would move out of the way so that I may continue on..."
D'hein looked confused by Illira's gestures, squinting at her hand as it moved and then looking up back to her face. For an instant, he might've been suspicious, and then he shrugged and smiled, "Where to? Back to Limsa?"
"Probably. If its the first ship out of this city. I cannot stay here D'hein, you should realize that more than anyone. I can make no promises if I stay. Maybe not even if I leave." The normally perfectly controlled elezen looked practically itchy as she sneered at the man.
D'hein got well out of Illira's way. "I should encourage you to have enough patience to wait for a ship that takes you somewhere that you can actually go to deliberately."
"Perhaps I will, now that you do not seem to eager to track me down and chain me to you, D'hein," Illira reaches for the exit door again, this time hopefully not to be crashed into.
"I would've never chained you to me!" D'hein protested. "That would have been very rude and unproductive."
Illira held the door open, leaning into it, "Oh, you seem to have been doing a good job trying to do that lately."
D'hein took the opened door as an invitation to follow and walked out in front of Illira. "And you've done a good job letting me! But it was never my intention. I was just, worried, after all. Rightfully, you yourself must admit."
Illira simply stared as D'hein walked through the doorway and walked back in the direction that he'd just come from, "Where are you going?"
D'hein said simply, "I'm not sure. At any rate, yes."
"You should listen to yourself before you speak. And think before you act, unless you're intending to accompany me all the way to the airship and perhaps on it? Since that appears to be what you are doing," Illira still held the door open, in hopes that he would return through it.
"Well I certainly don't intend to board an airship and leave. I just got back and remember being in a hurry to get to some occasion." He lifted his hands like it was no big deal whether he actual made it to this thing of his or not. "But it would be rude of me not to keep you company to the airship, wouldn't it? After all, you're leaving Ul'dah again! It's the end of an age."
Illira pointed towards the stairwell, "I thought you were worried about your chosen mate and her child."
D'hein waved Illira's comment off. "And I trust you to have taken adequate care of them. D'aijeen is dead, D'themia is in jail, Ulanan is searching for any errant voidsent. All threats are taken care of! I've no reason to worry."
Illira grudgingly steps through the door to the streets, knowing that arguing further with him on this matter would only end in further frustration, "You seem terribly cheerful about it all."
D'hein shrugged at Illira. "I'm not cheerful. But I began my mourning days ago. I didn't doubt for a moment that D'aijeen murdered D'ahl, and I knew how it would end. It's terribly, but it's over now. We did a good job with what of the situation we could control."
The elezen walked past him, towards Ruby Road, "Then what do you intend to do now? Your focus appears to still be very imprinted upon Antimony."
"Not at all," D'hein said, following. "I actually seem to remember I might have some kind of business thing lined up or something. A lot of illegal activity should collapse now that D'themia's no longer supporting it, and I intend to be there to scoop up every misfiled paper and miscalculated figure, crisp for prosecution!"
If Illira could have growled, she likely would have at D'hein's statement, "If you say so. But we will see what actually happens."
D'hein walked with high steps, swinging his arms as he followed Illira. This caused an annoyingly loud shuffling of cloth from his burned and tattered robes. "We will see! Would you like me to send progress reports! I'll let you know all about the downfall of the Syndicate."
"You mean the syndicate that you are a part of and make use of on a regular basis?" Illira snorts at that, "Yeah. We'll see that when it happens."
"So you want me to send you reports! Excellent! Ah, oh!" D'hein caught up to Illira and walked beside her. "Are there any Ul'dahn-exclusive products that you'll miss? Spices? Confectionaries? I can send them along from time to time as well."
"D'hein." Illira said seriously, as if she had ever been anything but, "Do you remember my feelings on the subject of your gift giving?" She stepped up onto the staircase leading into the center of Ul'dah. She paused on it, looking back at the miqo'te.
The man did not pause for several seconds. Then he had to take a step back and turn around. "You said that I'm bad at it. But it's not a gift if it's something you tell me to get!"
"I said that your gifts are too often inappropiate. But to answer your question, no. I do not wish for an Ul'dahn themed carepackage. That would entirely defeat the purpouse of my departure." Illira resumed her walk up the steps.
D'hein just looked confused at this. "What? I thought you were leaving because of homicidal impulses. Is there something wrong with Ul'dahn confections?"
The slight bit of humor that Illira displayed vanished as she quickly covered the distance between her D'hein and took ahold of his collar, pulling him towards her, "I hate this city and nearly everything in it. Do not send me reminders of it."
D'hein did not miss the tone and gesture. He hung there with his hands at his sides and replied, "I wouldn't dream of it."
"Good." Illira said, letting go of D'hein's lapels.
D'hein brushed himself off and moved to follow Illira, happy once more. "But you still want those reports right?"
"If you insist, though know that I will follow up on the detail with my own connections," At the top of the stairs, Illira took a right to the elevator that would take her up to the airship docking.
"You have connections in Ul'dah that I don't know about?"
"Why do you seem surprised at that?" Illira turned to the elevator attendant requesting to be sent up to the top, before turning back to D'hein.
"Because I thought all your connections in Ul'dah would be made available to the Agency and through the Agency to me and now I feel like you're deliberately holding back tools I could be using to cure Ul'dah of the infestation that plagues it!"
"Except that you're not. I say that I will follow up, because I wish to be certain that what you say aren't more twisted tales. This is an opportunity to prove your worth and actions, D'hein if you really wish for such a thing." The elevator door opens and Illira steps right into it.
"I don't feel the need to prove anything to you," D'hein said, his voice shifting down and his body-language solidifying into languid confidence as Illira boarded the elevator. He didn't follow her into it. "Nor do I need your connections to do what needs to be done. I just wish I knew who your friends were so they didn't end up on any of my lists."
"Oh, look, your story just changed. I'm so very surprised," Illira smirked at the man as the elevator began to close.
D'hein chuckled at that, and shook his head. "It's all the same story. Happy travels, Illira."
The doors come to a creaking close and the dial above its doors begin to move, showing its upward progress towards its destination.
"I did as I promised you. I brought Antimony and her child here. I was simply heading my own way now," Illira gestured at the door, "Now... if you would move out of the way so that I may continue on..."
D'hein looked confused by Illira's gestures, squinting at her hand as it moved and then looking up back to her face. For an instant, he might've been suspicious, and then he shrugged and smiled, "Where to? Back to Limsa?"
"Probably. If its the first ship out of this city. I cannot stay here D'hein, you should realize that more than anyone. I can make no promises if I stay. Maybe not even if I leave." The normally perfectly controlled elezen looked practically itchy as she sneered at the man.
D'hein got well out of Illira's way. "I should encourage you to have enough patience to wait for a ship that takes you somewhere that you can actually go to deliberately."
"Perhaps I will, now that you do not seem to eager to track me down and chain me to you, D'hein," Illira reaches for the exit door again, this time hopefully not to be crashed into.
"I would've never chained you to me!" D'hein protested. "That would have been very rude and unproductive."
Illira held the door open, leaning into it, "Oh, you seem to have been doing a good job trying to do that lately."
D'hein took the opened door as an invitation to follow and walked out in front of Illira. "And you've done a good job letting me! But it was never my intention. I was just, worried, after all. Rightfully, you yourself must admit."
Illira simply stared as D'hein walked through the doorway and walked back in the direction that he'd just come from, "Where are you going?"
D'hein said simply, "I'm not sure. At any rate, yes."
"You should listen to yourself before you speak. And think before you act, unless you're intending to accompany me all the way to the airship and perhaps on it? Since that appears to be what you are doing," Illira still held the door open, in hopes that he would return through it.
"Well I certainly don't intend to board an airship and leave. I just got back and remember being in a hurry to get to some occasion." He lifted his hands like it was no big deal whether he actual made it to this thing of his or not. "But it would be rude of me not to keep you company to the airship, wouldn't it? After all, you're leaving Ul'dah again! It's the end of an age."
Illira pointed towards the stairwell, "I thought you were worried about your chosen mate and her child."
D'hein waved Illira's comment off. "And I trust you to have taken adequate care of them. D'aijeen is dead, D'themia is in jail, Ulanan is searching for any errant voidsent. All threats are taken care of! I've no reason to worry."
Illira grudgingly steps through the door to the streets, knowing that arguing further with him on this matter would only end in further frustration, "You seem terribly cheerful about it all."
D'hein shrugged at Illira. "I'm not cheerful. But I began my mourning days ago. I didn't doubt for a moment that D'aijeen murdered D'ahl, and I knew how it would end. It's terribly, but it's over now. We did a good job with what of the situation we could control."
The elezen walked past him, towards Ruby Road, "Then what do you intend to do now? Your focus appears to still be very imprinted upon Antimony."
"Not at all," D'hein said, following. "I actually seem to remember I might have some kind of business thing lined up or something. A lot of illegal activity should collapse now that D'themia's no longer supporting it, and I intend to be there to scoop up every misfiled paper and miscalculated figure, crisp for prosecution!"
If Illira could have growled, she likely would have at D'hein's statement, "If you say so. But we will see what actually happens."
D'hein walked with high steps, swinging his arms as he followed Illira. This caused an annoyingly loud shuffling of cloth from his burned and tattered robes. "We will see! Would you like me to send progress reports! I'll let you know all about the downfall of the Syndicate."
"You mean the syndicate that you are a part of and make use of on a regular basis?" Illira snorts at that, "Yeah. We'll see that when it happens."
"So you want me to send you reports! Excellent! Ah, oh!" D'hein caught up to Illira and walked beside her. "Are there any Ul'dahn-exclusive products that you'll miss? Spices? Confectionaries? I can send them along from time to time as well."
"D'hein." Illira said seriously, as if she had ever been anything but, "Do you remember my feelings on the subject of your gift giving?" She stepped up onto the staircase leading into the center of Ul'dah. She paused on it, looking back at the miqo'te.
The man did not pause for several seconds. Then he had to take a step back and turn around. "You said that I'm bad at it. But it's not a gift if it's something you tell me to get!"
"I said that your gifts are too often inappropiate. But to answer your question, no. I do not wish for an Ul'dahn themed carepackage. That would entirely defeat the purpouse of my departure." Illira resumed her walk up the steps.
D'hein just looked confused at this. "What? I thought you were leaving because of homicidal impulses. Is there something wrong with Ul'dahn confections?"
The slight bit of humor that Illira displayed vanished as she quickly covered the distance between her D'hein and took ahold of his collar, pulling him towards her, "I hate this city and nearly everything in it. Do not send me reminders of it."
D'hein did not miss the tone and gesture. He hung there with his hands at his sides and replied, "I wouldn't dream of it."
"Good." Illira said, letting go of D'hein's lapels.
D'hein brushed himself off and moved to follow Illira, happy once more. "But you still want those reports right?"
"If you insist, though know that I will follow up on the detail with my own connections," At the top of the stairs, Illira took a right to the elevator that would take her up to the airship docking.
"You have connections in Ul'dah that I don't know about?"
"Why do you seem surprised at that?" Illira turned to the elevator attendant requesting to be sent up to the top, before turning back to D'hein.
"Because I thought all your connections in Ul'dah would be made available to the Agency and through the Agency to me and now I feel like you're deliberately holding back tools I could be using to cure Ul'dah of the infestation that plagues it!"
"Except that you're not. I say that I will follow up, because I wish to be certain that what you say aren't more twisted tales. This is an opportunity to prove your worth and actions, D'hein if you really wish for such a thing." The elevator door opens and Illira steps right into it.
"I don't feel the need to prove anything to you," D'hein said, his voice shifting down and his body-language solidifying into languid confidence as Illira boarded the elevator. He didn't follow her into it. "Nor do I need your connections to do what needs to be done. I just wish I knew who your friends were so they didn't end up on any of my lists."
"Oh, look, your story just changed. I'm so very surprised," Illira smirked at the man as the elevator began to close.
D'hein chuckled at that, and shook his head. "It's all the same story. Happy travels, Illira."
The doors come to a creaking close and the dial above its doors begin to move, showing its upward progress towards its destination.
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