((EDIT: I realized I leaked a bit too much Stormguard info =P Edited and fixed!))
"The world is coming to an end. Excellent, add it to the ever-growing list of things I need to get on." Moltove mumbled, sighing miserably in the Quicksand, swirling his green drink around absent-minded.
Molt was adorned in his usual garb, the same type of clothing found in the Phrontistery. His glasses rested on top of his head, while he had taken off his mask after being asked for the third time if he was a medical doctor, but even when he tried to explain what the passerby's could do to fix their ailments, they seemed less interested once he corrected them in saying he was only an assistant. "Their loss..." he said after they left moments before.
Adiar entered the tavern, meeting eyes with Molt once he was flagged down. He wore the same clothing, though he truly was a doctor, and Molt's only real friend in the workplace. Adiar was a shorter Elezen, though his noble genes certainly shined through his somewhat-humble appearance. Joining Molt, he took a chair next to him and sighed, rolling his eyes, "Lost in the swill again?"
"Not yet", Molt replied, almost bitterly.
"Well, probably because they water down the drinks here. You know the tavern to be in is the Miner--" Adiar was cut off to Molt's scoff.
"Well, I like the company here, O.K.?"
"And what company is that? The eager and peppy arrivals to the city, believing they're going to save the world?"
Both of them knew the reason why Molt was there. Years after the fall of Ala Mhigo, Molt still searched for his family, though his efforts has come to checking adventurer's taverns, airship landing stations and chocobo stalls. This pale in comparisons to the traveling he did before-- but after a few years, he began to wonder what was the point.
"The moon is coming to party with us, Adiar..." Molt began, though he wasn't sure to go with it, lost in his own thoughts.
"I didn't want to tell you this, but there's rumors that there may be a way to avoid...well, you know.." Adiar said hesitantly. At this point a Miqo'te server came to the table and attempted to take orders. Adiar declined with a less-than-amused expression, as if even suggesting the 'slop' they served here was a major offense to his refined taste buds. After all, he was a well-paid doctor, to boot.
Molt just shook his head, unable to swallow down the drink he currently held. Other nights he was sick of the world and all his inhabitants, but tonight he was more sick of himself and drinking. The server blushed slightly at Molt, unsure if she should be embarrassed for asking if he wanted another drink of if Molt was behaving as such because of her. Either way, she turned around and waited another table.
"What's the point, Adi? Everyone else will perish. I'll awaken to a desolate and empty world, with nothing to do but sit and twiddle my thumbs as I wait for civilization to rebuild itself. A shred of hope with eat away at me like a disease and drive me up a wall in hopes I'll see her again. What if they die? What if my Ama survives, but Sol doesn't? What if they both survive, but die because there's just nothing left? Solae's smart, or at least I thought, but there's only so much you can do after an apocalypse." Molt dropped his head to the table in desperation.
"Molt, you don't know that! And in the mean-time, by the twelve, they could very well show up! Or maybe you'll find them, and be the reason why they survived!" Adiar exclaimed, trying to get Molt of of this impossible mood that has overrun him ever since Dalamud drew near. "perhaps you could do more with the Immortal Flames? They'll get you traveling in no time at all, and you'll at least find some purpose again. If you're lucky, you'll find a clue!"
Molt huffed a sigh, "Might as well. The Phrontistery fired me today, so I've nothing else to loose."
Adiar grimaced. He feigned any knowledge of this, but he couldn't be any farther from the truth without lieing through his teeth. "I-...I'm sorry, why?" He knew why, already. You can't have mopey people in the workplace. They bring others down and usually their own work, as well as others suffers. Showing up to work intoxicated never helps either.
"I don't know, and I don't even care at this point. All I know is that that stupid red ball of death is coming and there's no reason to go on anymore! If the moon won't kill them, the Garleans will! if the Garleans won't, then the moon will!" Molt lifted his head as he said this, tossing his glass to the floor. Glass shards and green beverage covered the floor, and the Miqo'te waitress looked on with a terrified face-- it was her first night and already she had such a dissatisfied customer!
"All the more reason to get back with them and finish where you left off. It'll give you purpose and, in the chance we all survive this moon thing, you'll be there holding the Garleans at bay. Show up at the Hall of Flames tomorrow and take your pole-arm proficiency! You had to of gotten better with your guisarme, so go for it!"
Molt immediately perked up and hushed Adiar, throwing his hand over his mouth clumbsily, "SHHH! What did I tell you? Don't say..." Molt stopped suddenly and removed his hand from Adiar's face. "Forget it. I've failed that, as well. germfliq was attacked and humjikbllet. I couldn't even tell you where vwzisg is, but I can tell you it is no more. With hypsiarber gone, there is no purpose, and we were in the stages of rebuilding with what few people we had, so it was unanimous to...well, go our separate ways." Adiar hardly acknowledged the jibberish. He never could figure out what may have caused it, but it was obviously to cover something important. Molt never knew he spoke that way until Adiar pointed it out to him, all the while he thought Order of the Stormguard and Seraphine, while hushed, were always what came out.
By now, the poor waitress meandered over and meekly cleaned up the mess at their feet. Neither men paid her any mind.
"Do you...have it still, right?" Adiar asked, pointing to his own chest. Molt nodded and tugged his tunic down some, enough to show a small piece of the tattoo he received. He never actually showed Adiar the entire tattoo, just bits and glimpses in the changing room when donning their work clothing. From what Adiar could tell there was a black outline, sort of knotted around what looked like a fuchsia lightning bolt. He noticed Molt did try to hide it even in those circumstances, but they never could talk about it.
"There's nothing I can really do. I can't bchifgy by myself and I'm in no place to judge character on xaquinjy. jhjkguh has..the zfdpfft that would dghmnjg, anyways." Molt sighed and raised from his chair, stretching. Adiar perked a brow, passing the thought to ask him to rephrase but disregarded the thought and sighed, unable to penetrate Molt's thick skull.
"Well, start it whatever you can. They don't have to know the intimate details, but who knows? You'll find kchupah, or whomever you mean to say, along with your wife and daughter and you could live happily ever-after." Adiar replied, sliding from the table and raising from his own chair. They made their way to the desk, and behind it grew a very nervous server. It was clear her peers did not care for her much yet, as they continued about their duties, so she was alone and waiting for whatever belittling she was sure to receive. Molt reached down and pulled a decent sized coin pouch from his belt, setting it at the table. "Thank you, miss, I rather enjoyed my drink and you did a fine job tonight. I appreciate it!" Both the men turned and walked out, the Miqo'te almost fainting from pure relief as her first night became a success rather than a massacre.
The two Elezen walked down the alley behind the Quicksand in silence for a moment before Adiar broke the ice. "Where did you get that purse?"
"It was mine..." Molt replied, replacing his lenses back on his face, adjusting them to sit correctly.
"Liar."
"I lifted it. I couldn't fight it."
"And...the other things we talked about last time?"
"Well...I still have the dagger..I can't seem to dump it anywhere, so instead I've been practicing with it."
Adiar stopped, pinching his nose, "How much?"
"Too much. Idle hands is the Thief's plaything, it seems. You think that's a good quality to have when judging character?" Molt replied, walking a few steps forward, hands on hips. "I..I just can't help it...there's nothing else to live for or do--"
"MOLT! STOP IT!" Adiar abruptly shouted through gritted teeth. He was clenching his fists and shaking by the time Molt turned to face him. "I have a wife and three kids at home. I've worked hard for what I've got, and you know what? With Dalamud approaching we. Make. Due. We spend as much time together as possible, and we make the best of it. But you're right! Of course you've got it worse, but in case you forgot, you're not the only one who's about to get crushed by that giant red blob. Your family, if they're still alive, " Molt cringed as Adiar seemed to strike a heart string, "they won't make it through this any better or worse than you will. There's nothing you can do, nothing anyone of us can do, so. Deal. With. It."
Molt took a step back, his breath swiped right from under him as though it were carpet underneath his feet. Adiar was right, but he couldn't come to terms with it. He was always right, and he never wanted to face it.
"If you can't find anything else to live for, then live for yourself. Do something. Make something. Have fun! Do whatever you want to do, not what you should do, and wait for this sobbing-mush-shit to kick in when Dalamud is just above your head! Make mistakes! Do something rather than piss and moan that you're too spriggan-shit to do anything!"
Adiar took in a deep breath and gave out an exaggerated sigh, trying to calm down. Strangers in they alley looked on with curiosity, keeping to their shadows before wandering off to find something else to nose into. Molt stood, bewildered and unable to find anything coherent to say. They both took a moment, sitting on barrels left by a merchant in the previous day.
"I'm...I'm sorry, Molt. But you can't keep doing this to yourself. You said yourself that you and Solae were doing anything but getting along, so maybe she just left. I'm not defending what she may or may not have done, but we're in a crisis. There's nothing else to do but be selfish and give in. Even the tamest animal will revert to its primal senses once cornered, and Molt...we're all cornered. There's still order, but you and I both see it-- people are running around in a hurry with no destination. They're no better than you or I, and us to them. But while we still have time, make the best of it and stay in control. You never know what will come of this, and perhaps one day, after all this is over, you'll thank me for trying to ground you while you went to visit Dalamud a little early."
Molt crossed his arms like a pouting child, still speechless. He managed a nod when Adiar stood up and turned to face him. "Take control. Don't let these animals lead you- It's the blind leading the blind out there. And me? I'm perfectly fine with all this. My family may be worried, but...here's to hoping this will pass over us and hit the Garleans." Adiar grinned. Molt matched it and outstretched his hand, but Adiar would have none of that.
"Aw, come here big guy! Did I hurt your feelings?" Adiar said while grasping onto Molt with an awkward hug.
"S-stop! By Odin's wrath, get OFF!" Molt shouted, but couldn't help but to laugh, finally shaking Adiar from him. They both stood facing each other for a moment, as though sharing an equal thought and understanding on what must be done. They grasped each other's hand and shook on it.
They went on their way on opposite ends of the alley, but little would they know they would never see each other again.
((EDIT: I realized I leaked a bit too much Stormguard info =P Edited and fixed!))
"The world is coming to an end. Excellent, add it to the ever-growing list of things I need to get on." Moltove mumbled, sighing miserably in the Quicksand, swirling his green drink around absent-minded.
Molt was adorned in his usual garb, the same type of clothing found in the Phrontistery. His glasses rested on top of his head, while he had taken off his mask after being asked for the third time if he was a medical doctor, but even when he tried to explain what the passerby's could do to fix their ailments, they seemed less interested once he corrected them in saying he was only an assistant. "Their loss..." he said after they left moments before.
Adiar entered the tavern, meeting eyes with Molt once he was flagged down. He wore the same clothing, though he truly was a doctor, and Molt's only real friend in the workplace. Adiar was a shorter Elezen, though his noble genes certainly shined through his somewhat-humble appearance. Joining Molt, he took a chair next to him and sighed, rolling his eyes, "Lost in the swill again?"
"Not yet", Molt replied, almost bitterly.
"Well, probably because they water down the drinks here. You know the tavern to be in is the Miner--" Adiar was cut off to Molt's scoff.
"Well, I like the company here, O.K.?"
"And what company is that? The eager and peppy arrivals to the city, believing they're going to save the world?"
Both of them knew the reason why Molt was there. Years after the fall of Ala Mhigo, Molt still searched for his family, though his efforts has come to checking adventurer's taverns, airship landing stations and chocobo stalls. This pale in comparisons to the traveling he did before-- but after a few years, he began to wonder what was the point.
"The moon is coming to party with us, Adiar..." Molt began, though he wasn't sure to go with it, lost in his own thoughts.
"I didn't want to tell you this, but there's rumors that there may be a way to avoid...well, you know.." Adiar said hesitantly. At this point a Miqo'te server came to the table and attempted to take orders. Adiar declined with a less-than-amused expression, as if even suggesting the 'slop' they served here was a major offense to his refined taste buds. After all, he was a well-paid doctor, to boot.
Molt just shook his head, unable to swallow down the drink he currently held. Other nights he was sick of the world and all his inhabitants, but tonight he was more sick of himself and drinking. The server blushed slightly at Molt, unsure if she should be embarrassed for asking if he wanted another drink of if Molt was behaving as such because of her. Either way, she turned around and waited another table.
"What's the point, Adi? Everyone else will perish. I'll awaken to a desolate and empty world, with nothing to do but sit and twiddle my thumbs as I wait for civilization to rebuild itself. A shred of hope with eat away at me like a disease and drive me up a wall in hopes I'll see her again. What if they die? What if my Ama survives, but Sol doesn't? What if they both survive, but die because there's just nothing left? Solae's smart, or at least I thought, but there's only so much you can do after an apocalypse." Molt dropped his head to the table in desperation.
"Molt, you don't know that! And in the mean-time, by the twelve, they could very well show up! Or maybe you'll find them, and be the reason why they survived!" Adiar exclaimed, trying to get Molt of of this impossible mood that has overrun him ever since Dalamud drew near. "perhaps you could do more with the Immortal Flames? They'll get you traveling in no time at all, and you'll at least find some purpose again. If you're lucky, you'll find a clue!"
Molt huffed a sigh, "Might as well. The Phrontistery fired me today, so I've nothing else to loose."
Adiar grimaced. He feigned any knowledge of this, but he couldn't be any farther from the truth without lieing through his teeth. "I-...I'm sorry, why?" He knew why, already. You can't have mopey people in the workplace. They bring others down and usually their own work, as well as others suffers. Showing up to work intoxicated never helps either.
"I don't know, and I don't even care at this point. All I know is that that stupid red ball of death is coming and there's no reason to go on anymore! If the moon won't kill them, the Garleans will! if the Garleans won't, then the moon will!" Molt lifted his head as he said this, tossing his glass to the floor. Glass shards and green beverage covered the floor, and the Miqo'te waitress looked on with a terrified face-- it was her first night and already she had such a dissatisfied customer!
"All the more reason to get back with them and finish where you left off. It'll give you purpose and, in the chance we all survive this moon thing, you'll be there holding the Garleans at bay. Show up at the Hall of Flames tomorrow and take your pole-arm proficiency! You had to of gotten better with your guisarme, so go for it!"
Molt immediately perked up and hushed Adiar, throwing his hand over his mouth clumbsily, "SHHH! What did I tell you? Don't say..." Molt stopped suddenly and removed his hand from Adiar's face. "Forget it. I've failed that, as well. germfliq was attacked and humjikbllet. I couldn't even tell you where vwzisg is, but I can tell you it is no more. With hypsiarber gone, there is no purpose, and we were in the stages of rebuilding with what few people we had, so it was unanimous to...well, go our separate ways." Adiar hardly acknowledged the jibberish. He never could figure out what may have caused it, but it was obviously to cover something important. Molt never knew he spoke that way until Adiar pointed it out to him, all the while he thought Order of the Stormguard and Seraphine, while hushed, were always what came out.
By now, the poor waitress meandered over and meekly cleaned up the mess at their feet. Neither men paid her any mind.
"Do you...have it still, right?" Adiar asked, pointing to his own chest. Molt nodded and tugged his tunic down some, enough to show a small piece of the tattoo he received. He never actually showed Adiar the entire tattoo, just bits and glimpses in the changing room when donning their work clothing. From what Adiar could tell there was a black outline, sort of knotted around what looked like a fuchsia lightning bolt. He noticed Molt did try to hide it even in those circumstances, but they never could talk about it.
"There's nothing I can really do. I can't bchifgy by myself and I'm in no place to judge character on xaquinjy. jhjkguh has..the zfdpfft that would dghmnjg, anyways." Molt sighed and raised from his chair, stretching. Adiar perked a brow, passing the thought to ask him to rephrase but disregarded the thought and sighed, unable to penetrate Molt's thick skull.
"Well, start it whatever you can. They don't have to know the intimate details, but who knows? You'll find kchupah, or whomever you mean to say, along with your wife and daughter and you could live happily ever-after." Adiar replied, sliding from the table and raising from his own chair. They made their way to the desk, and behind it grew a very nervous server. It was clear her peers did not care for her much yet, as they continued about their duties, so she was alone and waiting for whatever belittling she was sure to receive. Molt reached down and pulled a decent sized coin pouch from his belt, setting it at the table. "Thank you, miss, I rather enjoyed my drink and you did a fine job tonight. I appreciate it!" Both the men turned and walked out, the Miqo'te almost fainting from pure relief as her first night became a success rather than a massacre.
The two Elezen walked down the alley behind the Quicksand in silence for a moment before Adiar broke the ice. "Where did you get that purse?"
"It was mine..." Molt replied, replacing his lenses back on his face, adjusting them to sit correctly.
"Liar."
"I lifted it. I couldn't fight it."
"And...the other things we talked about last time?"
"Well...I still have the dagger..I can't seem to dump it anywhere, so instead I've been practicing with it."
Adiar stopped, pinching his nose, "How much?"
"Too much. Idle hands is the Thief's plaything, it seems. You think that's a good quality to have when judging character?" Molt replied, walking a few steps forward, hands on hips. "I..I just can't help it...there's nothing else to live for or do--"
"MOLT! STOP IT!" Adiar abruptly shouted through gritted teeth. He was clenching his fists and shaking by the time Molt turned to face him. "I have a wife and three kids at home. I've worked hard for what I've got, and you know what? With Dalamud approaching we. Make. Due. We spend as much time together as possible, and we make the best of it. But you're right! Of course you've got it worse, but in case you forgot, you're not the only one who's about to get crushed by that giant red blob. Your family, if they're still alive, " Molt cringed as Adiar seemed to strike a heart string, "they won't make it through this any better or worse than you will. There's nothing you can do, nothing anyone of us can do, so. Deal. With. It."
Molt took a step back, his breath swiped right from under him as though it were carpet underneath his feet. Adiar was right, but he couldn't come to terms with it. He was always right, and he never wanted to face it.
"If you can't find anything else to live for, then live for yourself. Do something. Make something. Have fun! Do whatever you want to do, not what you should do, and wait for this sobbing-mush-shit to kick in when Dalamud is just above your head! Make mistakes! Do something rather than piss and moan that you're too spriggan-shit to do anything!"
Adiar took in a deep breath and gave out an exaggerated sigh, trying to calm down. Strangers in they alley looked on with curiosity, keeping to their shadows before wandering off to find something else to nose into. Molt stood, bewildered and unable to find anything coherent to say. They both took a moment, sitting on barrels left by a merchant in the previous day.
"I'm...I'm sorry, Molt. But you can't keep doing this to yourself. You said yourself that you and Solae were doing anything but getting along, so maybe she just left. I'm not defending what she may or may not have done, but we're in a crisis. There's nothing else to do but be selfish and give in. Even the tamest animal will revert to its primal senses once cornered, and Molt...we're all cornered. There's still order, but you and I both see it-- people are running around in a hurry with no destination. They're no better than you or I, and us to them. But while we still have time, make the best of it and stay in control. You never know what will come of this, and perhaps one day, after all this is over, you'll thank me for trying to ground you while you went to visit Dalamud a little early."
Molt crossed his arms like a pouting child, still speechless. He managed a nod when Adiar stood up and turned to face him. "Take control. Don't let these animals lead you- It's the blind leading the blind out there. And me? I'm perfectly fine with all this. My family may be worried, but...here's to hoping this will pass over us and hit the Garleans." Adiar grinned. Molt matched it and outstretched his hand, but Adiar would have none of that.
"Aw, come here big guy! Did I hurt your feelings?" Adiar said while grasping onto Molt with an awkward hug.
"S-stop! By Odin's wrath, get OFF!" Molt shouted, but couldn't help but to laugh, finally shaking Adiar from him. They both stood facing each other for a moment, as though sharing an equal thought and understanding on what must be done. They grasped each other's hand and shook on it.
They went on their way on opposite ends of the alley, but little would they know they would never see each other again.
((EDIT: I realized I leaked a bit too much Stormguard info =P Edited and fixed!))
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