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RE: The Kindly Mr. Epinoch (Semi-Closed) - Askier - 05-11-2015
"Mr. Oul."
Jin'li Epinoch turned. He was dressed in a black suit made of silk. A silver cane was in his right hand and a raven was perched on his shoulder, its glowing red eyes fixed on the elezen woman who had spoken.
The female paused to swallow. It was obvious she was uncomfortable in the presence of the eerie miqo'te and his avian companion, but she collected herself and went on, her hands clutching tightly the large book in her hands.
"Mr. Oul, we have received a relatively large order to a client in Gridania, more than our current agents there can supply with their present stock, and I wanted your approval to shift the requested ordinance to the location as soon as possible.
Jin'li blinked slowly. The female elezen never knew what her employer was thinking. The little male was a mystery, who made even less sense in everything except how he ran his company. He had been looking for an accountant and she had been in the right place at the right time.
She had never heard of Trythian Oul, or his arms company before the male had approached her, but she had come to find his company was already a well-oiled machine that somehow policed itself and operated without issue. Trythian Oul Industries certainly wasn't the largest organization of its kind but it was becoming a very profitable one and, by the elezen's calculations, well spread. At this point, there very few places a weapon bearing the Trythian Oul Industries' rune was not obtainable. And with the possibility of coming conflict in the north, her employer had shifted a decent chunk of the companies' resources to distributing their weapons there.
And there was even talk of shipping weapons overseas to the far off lands.
"Miss Teara," Jin'li said finally, his voice devoid of emotion. "Would you kindly see that our client has the required explosives as soon as possible? This one would be an unworthy man of consumerism if we did not offer the goods as needed. That would be rude, and we are never rude or unkind."
"Very well." Teara nodded. She had long since become accustomed to the strange male's odd behavior.
"Anything else, Mr. Oul?" Teara asked as she took a step back, eager to be out of the gaze of the bird that watched her.
"There is, actually." Jin'li replied slowly. "This one has an appointment to keep near Ul'dah and will be absent for a few suns. Would you kindly water the plants in this one's office and handle any business that arises while this one is away?"
"I.." Teara was unsure of what to say. She ran a great deal of the company, tracking the flow of goods, money, and needed muscle, but to have full reign over the company to make decisions without her superiors approval, even for a few days was unexpected. She had not been working for Trythian Oul industries that long.
"I will do my best, Mr. Oul."
"This one is most pleased." Jin'li said with a bow. "You honor this one with your acceptance. Though, you need fear not, for you shall not be alone."
As Jin'li rose, the bird on his shoulder flew off and landed on Teara's shoulder. The bird blinked and adjusted itself as if it belonged. Teara had to swallow.
"We will be watching you. To make sure you do not come to harm."
RE: The Kindly Mr. Epinoch (Semi-Closed) - Askier - 07-24-2015
Jin'li sat in is tower at the heart of Limsa, wrapped in the cloak of midnight. The white miqo'te was leaning forward in his chair, silently studying the blank wall.Â
The light of several candles flickered as a wind from a gathering storm blew in through the open windows. In the shadows cast by these pale, ghost lights, dozens of ravens sat; their burning, blood red eyes peering at the miqo'te.Â
His face was blank as the wheels of his twisted mind spun their dark plans. He had no emotions on his face and his eyes were empty pits, devoid of anything.
He sat without emotion. All that remained was a single, unwaverable purpose.Â
Adin had seen to that.Â
Severing the runt's soul in twain. Cutting the weak, emotional part from him, attempting to leave the miqo'te powerless. But Jin'li had endured. He was now without any weakness of mind. No emotions, no memories, nothing but a singular drive to destroy the ruined world he was trapped in and free the masses of mortal souls into the true void in which anarchy reigned true and even god's could not claim dominion.
More winds blew, stronger than before as the heart of the storm drew closer to Limsa, the mighty tempest heads rising up like the fingers of a furious god.
The gusts tossed pages of open ledgers frantically. The pages were all covered in Jin'li methodical transcription. Hundreds of pages revealed thousands of weapons and massive quantities of gil had been spread through out Eorzea and beyond. Weapons bearing the mark of Jin'li's company now reached nearly every shadowed little crook this world could offer.Â
And every person that died at their edges or points would never have their soul reach Nald'Thal's domain. They were taken for the white miqo'te's singular, obsessive purpose.Â
The Amassing.
The great act Jin'li intended to unleash upon the world was growing close to it's final stages. Soon, nothing would stop the world's demise. And it would be the habit of mortals to butcher one another that would see it all happen. Jin'li was a leech feasting upon the normal acts of mortal hatred and greed. The plan was simple. Like a tax collector, he let the little bees buzz about working, and take his share without their willing consent.
They would praise him when the false reality came crashing down.Â
Thunder rolled.
There was only one hitch in his plan. One loose screw.Â
"The White Raven." Jin'li stated calmly, his voice flat and devoid of any emotion as he black eyes stared into the wall.
The gathered black ravens cawed angrily and the tore out of the windows in a gathered mass as they were suddenly driven by the will of the white miqo'te. Their red eyes glowed as they tore into the tempest int heir wild search. They would hunt, they would find, and they would kill.