A tendril of light emerged from between the slightly ajar curtains and laid atop Gerik’s face. He sighed audibly and raised the sheets over his face. “Shit, it’s morning already.†He reached for his bag which was normally located on a table to his right, instead his hand made contact with something that was very much not a table, nor a bag.
Opening his eyes for the first time that morning, he realized that he had spent the night at an unfamiliar highlander’s residence, the interior looked Ul’dahn. Sitting at the edge of the bed trying to recall the previous night with little success, something caught his eye. Atop a few alcoholic bottles, that were probably opened the night before, laid a uniform for the Brass Blades.
Gerik hit his forehead with the base of his palm. “Let’s see… I need to find my stuff, and get the hell out of here†he thought to himself. He spotted his bag haphazardly placed under the bed, but his clothes were nowhere to be found. He glanced back at the snoring highlander, and carefully slipped the Brass Blades uniform he found on and carefully tried to sneak out of the apartment.
Nearing the exit of the apartment, Gerik noticed the snoring stopped.
The highlander exclaimed, “Just what do you think you’re doing in my uniform?â€Â
Gerik turned around slowly, thinking of a possible explanation; none seemed to come to mind, “Well I uh… I uhh…†Gerik furrowed his brows and scratched his head, “I thought…. it might be fun to…uh, have a little roleplay fantasy?â€Â
“Well well well, why didn’t you just say so in the first place?!†The blades member excitedly exclaimed.
Gerik eased into the conversation and smiled, “Well, if I were a member of the Brass Blades, I don’t think I’d give you any warning before I arrested you for being too uh… too…â€Â
Gerik glanced down at the only article of clothing the highlander was wearing, bright fuchsia toe socks, and cringed a little, “too sexy.†Gerik smiled widely, “So why don’t you go wait in the bedroom while I get into character.â€Â
The Brass Blades member nodded gruffly and walked back to his bedroom. The common thought of, “The pretty ones are never smart†came to mind as Gerik took a handful of Rolanberries from the highlander’s pantry before leaving through the front door. “I wonder if I’m smart…†Gerik thought as he walked down the stairs and snacked on the rolanberries.
He tripped and fell down the last few steps due to the vision-obscuring turban that was standard issue for the blades. A book fell out of his bag, and Gerik inquisitively picked it up. “The Winds of Ascension, when did I get this?†Walking down Ruby Road Exchange he remembered the answer, “Oh, right, this is Kylin’s book.†Flipping through the book, he noticed there was a bookmark with an unfamiliar insignia, Gerik stared at it intently, but shrugged it off and figured it was just a normal bookmark.
“That’ll be 5000 gil for your ticket to Gridania, please.†the airship attendant asked. “Here, keep the change,†Gerik replied as he proceeded to the boarding area and removed the blades’ turban. The airship seemed to take longer than usual in arriving, however it gave him a good opportunity to look at Dalamud and think about his morning again.
When the airship eventually arrived, Gerik boarded it much less enthusiastically than usual, and when it took off he kept to the railing, crossing his arms and laying his head on them. He stared at Dalamud more intensely this time, then looked over to his right and noticed a dapper Roegadyn approaching him, “Nice day isn’t it?†He kept eye contact with the Roegadyn and smiled lasciviously.
Opening his eyes for the first time that morning, he realized that he had spent the night at an unfamiliar highlander’s residence, the interior looked Ul’dahn. Sitting at the edge of the bed trying to recall the previous night with little success, something caught his eye. Atop a few alcoholic bottles, that were probably opened the night before, laid a uniform for the Brass Blades.
Gerik hit his forehead with the base of his palm. “Let’s see… I need to find my stuff, and get the hell out of here†he thought to himself. He spotted his bag haphazardly placed under the bed, but his clothes were nowhere to be found. He glanced back at the snoring highlander, and carefully slipped the Brass Blades uniform he found on and carefully tried to sneak out of the apartment.
Nearing the exit of the apartment, Gerik noticed the snoring stopped.
The highlander exclaimed, “Just what do you think you’re doing in my uniform?â€Â
Gerik turned around slowly, thinking of a possible explanation; none seemed to come to mind, “Well I uh… I uhh…†Gerik furrowed his brows and scratched his head, “I thought…. it might be fun to…uh, have a little roleplay fantasy?â€Â
“Well well well, why didn’t you just say so in the first place?!†The blades member excitedly exclaimed.
Gerik eased into the conversation and smiled, “Well, if I were a member of the Brass Blades, I don’t think I’d give you any warning before I arrested you for being too uh… too…â€Â
Gerik glanced down at the only article of clothing the highlander was wearing, bright fuchsia toe socks, and cringed a little, “too sexy.†Gerik smiled widely, “So why don’t you go wait in the bedroom while I get into character.â€Â
The Brass Blades member nodded gruffly and walked back to his bedroom. The common thought of, “The pretty ones are never smart†came to mind as Gerik took a handful of Rolanberries from the highlander’s pantry before leaving through the front door. “I wonder if I’m smart…†Gerik thought as he walked down the stairs and snacked on the rolanberries.
He tripped and fell down the last few steps due to the vision-obscuring turban that was standard issue for the blades. A book fell out of his bag, and Gerik inquisitively picked it up. “The Winds of Ascension, when did I get this?†Walking down Ruby Road Exchange he remembered the answer, “Oh, right, this is Kylin’s book.†Flipping through the book, he noticed there was a bookmark with an unfamiliar insignia, Gerik stared at it intently, but shrugged it off and figured it was just a normal bookmark.
“That’ll be 5000 gil for your ticket to Gridania, please.†the airship attendant asked. “Here, keep the change,†Gerik replied as he proceeded to the boarding area and removed the blades’ turban. The airship seemed to take longer than usual in arriving, however it gave him a good opportunity to look at Dalamud and think about his morning again.
When the airship eventually arrived, Gerik boarded it much less enthusiastically than usual, and when it took off he kept to the railing, crossing his arms and laying his head on them. He stared at Dalamud more intensely this time, then looked over to his right and noticed a dapper Roegadyn approaching him, “Nice day isn’t it?†He kept eye contact with the Roegadyn and smiled lasciviously.
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