"Six dozens of roses.. bloody heck!" It's what I thought as soon as I left Otto's room...and that's only part of my complain.
The fact that I had to carry that many roses made me feel tired already. Sure, I like roses, the fact that I carry a big axe doesn't mean I can't be soft but -six- dozens roses? For what now?! Urgh, oh well time to get work, Otto is still my boss and it could be worse. It could be six dozens axes.
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I went to the airship port for buying my ticket: that bratty bitch kept me down whenever I had to move to Gridania for my show: I used to be a dancer when I came to Eorzean, almost three years ago, and I often arrived late because of her. "But the damn airship is there, how can it be late?!" I kept asking back then. "It's needing refilling". Refilling of what, remained the biggest mystery and it made me wanna punch her so bad! Of course my pay would keep getting cut because of that! Good thing I left that job and became a "merc" by myself. At least I could punch people and get paid for that.
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"Have a nice day!" She said, with her annoying smile.
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"Yeah, sure, whatever" I said as I got got my axe from beside the counter and put it on my shoulder, which is at least three times my weight: I dunno why but it never felt heavy to me, even if it's at least 150 kilograms. Maybe I'm naturally strong, despite my short height. The good wine is in the small cask isn't it? However, I gotta say I loved the sight of that woman when I got my axe on my shoulder: I cannot deny that I just did it on purpose, at least a tiny little bit, and the fact that maybe she recongnized me made me chuckle a little inside. I'm a freaking mess I know...
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On the airship it's usually empty, but few people were there: a man and a woman, maybe couple, but who cares: I just loved the expression of that guy when he looked at me...and at my lack of armor. Yeah yeah, I guess they think I'm some sort of courtesan, especially when I tend to use my weird pigtails once in a while but the reality behind this armor is that it's my dancing suit with a little touch of iron. And Voila, like Otto says I think, here's my armor: not much protection, but best mobility ever! Besides, I got used to it nowadays: it was uncomfortable between my legs but now pff, it's like it's part of my skin...actually that might not be a good thing: that's where the hat comes in!
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I might need new armor soon...
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I could smell the scent of flowers from far away: yep, it's Gridania alright, green and more green as far as the eye can see. I kinda liked it and I even moved here for a short while after my discharge from my last company: I needed a break from that sand, and the sea is certainly bad for my armor.
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I went to the shop, finding some roses but most of them were sold out. Kinda impressed, they usually aren't so requested: maybe some festivity that I don't care about is on. Oh yeah, I hate parties, lots of people that don't care about anyone, but only themselves. I might be bitter, but I grew up in a bitter place: the stone cold palace of Fort Helencia in Radiata, far away from Eorzea. I just ask where I could find some myself and then move.
Time to pick up my botanist license!
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Roses are red
My axe is brown
I don't remember what I said
I'll just take you down!
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I kinda have lame sense of humour, but that's what happens when I have to do boring stuff. And picking roses is one of them. "Six dozens...urgh, there are plentiful at least" and as soon as I done, my bag was full of roses, so much that whenever I took it it would cover my sight! "Hafta do it then!"
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I went to the ticket vendor and didn't know how much I gave, the bag of roses was in the way, and when I reached Ul'dah the bag of roses was becoming a burden, but I was close...VERY...close...actually so close that I didn't see the pillar slamming into my face, making me drop the bag of roses. A sound swear word came out of my mouth, as I fell on my knees to pick them up as fast as I could, my mouth not stopping on making more swears as I picked them up. "Ul'dah, jewel of the desert...well it's one lame jewel!" I thought.... using my mouth in the process. Yeah, I kinda made some people mad.
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"Oh I meant ehm...well ta-ta!" I fled as fast as I could, heading back to Otto's room: good thing I didn't make a riot or something. That wouldn't be good to put into my list of skills, and surely not something I want. My heavy wolfram boots were echoing in the place - and who's this wolfram anyway? - and as soon as I reached Otto's place I knocked with my armored hand, trembling from the exhaustion.
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"Six dozens roses, here you go!" I say, but he lets me enter his room: surprisingly it's empty. I put my roughly made bouquet of roses on a table and make my salute. "Mission accomplished, I bet this big amount of roses is going to make someone happy!". I must say I was impressed, making this many roses for someone: I'd be feel honored for sure!
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Otto goes closer to the bouquet of roses and carefully checks it, for then picking a two of them and holds them in his hand, enjoying the scent of them while having a big smile on his face.Â
Then, he looks at me. "You can keep the rest"
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"Wait...WHAT?!"
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As the day ended, I had a bunch of roses on my table of my room...and also near the beds and wherever I could put some more...I mean six dozens roses aren't a few bunch to put...maybe I could decorate my tickets! "Ridley Silverlake ™" , but with twenty percent more roses!
....screw it, tomorrow I'll go sell them in Gridania. Maybe I can get enough for a bottle of something!
As long as it has no roses in it...
The fact that I had to carry that many roses made me feel tired already. Sure, I like roses, the fact that I carry a big axe doesn't mean I can't be soft but -six- dozens roses? For what now?! Urgh, oh well time to get work, Otto is still my boss and it could be worse. It could be six dozens axes.
Â
I went to the airship port for buying my ticket: that bratty bitch kept me down whenever I had to move to Gridania for my show: I used to be a dancer when I came to Eorzean, almost three years ago, and I often arrived late because of her. "But the damn airship is there, how can it be late?!" I kept asking back then. "It's needing refilling". Refilling of what, remained the biggest mystery and it made me wanna punch her so bad! Of course my pay would keep getting cut because of that! Good thing I left that job and became a "merc" by myself. At least I could punch people and get paid for that.
Â
"Have a nice day!" She said, with her annoying smile.
Â
"Yeah, sure, whatever" I said as I got got my axe from beside the counter and put it on my shoulder, which is at least three times my weight: I dunno why but it never felt heavy to me, even if it's at least 150 kilograms. Maybe I'm naturally strong, despite my short height. The good wine is in the small cask isn't it? However, I gotta say I loved the sight of that woman when I got my axe on my shoulder: I cannot deny that I just did it on purpose, at least a tiny little bit, and the fact that maybe she recongnized me made me chuckle a little inside. I'm a freaking mess I know...
Â
On the airship it's usually empty, but few people were there: a man and a woman, maybe couple, but who cares: I just loved the expression of that guy when he looked at me...and at my lack of armor. Yeah yeah, I guess they think I'm some sort of courtesan, especially when I tend to use my weird pigtails once in a while but the reality behind this armor is that it's my dancing suit with a little touch of iron. And Voila, like Otto says I think, here's my armor: not much protection, but best mobility ever! Besides, I got used to it nowadays: it was uncomfortable between my legs but now pff, it's like it's part of my skin...actually that might not be a good thing: that's where the hat comes in!
Â
I might need new armor soon...
Â
I could smell the scent of flowers from far away: yep, it's Gridania alright, green and more green as far as the eye can see. I kinda liked it and I even moved here for a short while after my discharge from my last company: I needed a break from that sand, and the sea is certainly bad for my armor.
Â
I went to the shop, finding some roses but most of them were sold out. Kinda impressed, they usually aren't so requested: maybe some festivity that I don't care about is on. Oh yeah, I hate parties, lots of people that don't care about anyone, but only themselves. I might be bitter, but I grew up in a bitter place: the stone cold palace of Fort Helencia in Radiata, far away from Eorzea. I just ask where I could find some myself and then move.
Time to pick up my botanist license!
Â
Roses are red
My axe is brown
I don't remember what I said
I'll just take you down!
Â
I kinda have lame sense of humour, but that's what happens when I have to do boring stuff. And picking roses is one of them. "Six dozens...urgh, there are plentiful at least" and as soon as I done, my bag was full of roses, so much that whenever I took it it would cover my sight! "Hafta do it then!"
Â
I went to the ticket vendor and didn't know how much I gave, the bag of roses was in the way, and when I reached Ul'dah the bag of roses was becoming a burden, but I was close...VERY...close...actually so close that I didn't see the pillar slamming into my face, making me drop the bag of roses. A sound swear word came out of my mouth, as I fell on my knees to pick them up as fast as I could, my mouth not stopping on making more swears as I picked them up. "Ul'dah, jewel of the desert...well it's one lame jewel!" I thought.... using my mouth in the process. Yeah, I kinda made some people mad.
Â
"Oh I meant ehm...well ta-ta!" I fled as fast as I could, heading back to Otto's room: good thing I didn't make a riot or something. That wouldn't be good to put into my list of skills, and surely not something I want. My heavy wolfram boots were echoing in the place - and who's this wolfram anyway? - and as soon as I reached Otto's place I knocked with my armored hand, trembling from the exhaustion.
Â
"Six dozens roses, here you go!" I say, but he lets me enter his room: surprisingly it's empty. I put my roughly made bouquet of roses on a table and make my salute. "Mission accomplished, I bet this big amount of roses is going to make someone happy!". I must say I was impressed, making this many roses for someone: I'd be feel honored for sure!
Â
Otto goes closer to the bouquet of roses and carefully checks it, for then picking a two of them and holds them in his hand, enjoying the scent of them while having a big smile on his face.Â
Then, he looks at me. "You can keep the rest"
Â
"Wait...WHAT?!"
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Â
As the day ended, I had a bunch of roses on my table of my room...and also near the beds and wherever I could put some more...I mean six dozens roses aren't a few bunch to put...maybe I could decorate my tickets! "Ridley Silverlake ™" , but with twenty percent more roses!
....screw it, tomorrow I'll go sell them in Gridania. Maybe I can get enough for a bottle of something!
As long as it has no roses in it...
