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The First Day [Open] - Kylin - 06-05-2010
Starting location: Drowning Wench tavern
Description: Having arrived in Limsa Lominsa, a mysterious woman scopes out her new home town and the denizens therein.
Rules:
1. Keep OOC comments limited. Questions and comments should be taken to PM or the Assembly Room.
2. Physical fights will result in being escorted out of the tavern.
3. Takes place 4-5 months prior to the game’s launch.
4. Be sure to read over other rules/guidelines sticky in this forum.
5. Have fun!
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The sun nearly blinded the hyur woman as she made her way across the bridge leading into Limsa Lominsa. It was evident that not much had changed since her last visit. Her attire, a simple cotton red and white blouse and black slacks gave her somewhat of a professional look. Her blonde hair was tied up behind her in a swirled bun, her bangs partially concealing the left side of her face. Aside from the temporary blinding from the light, the sun didn't seem to have much of an effect on the woman's nearly pale complexion.
The woman continued walking across the bridge, eventually making her way into a building housing the infamous Drowning Wench tavern. The hyur confidently approached the bar and ordered herself a glass of the cheapest wine available. After the bartender poured her drink, she carefully took it to the nearest empty table and took a seat. She couldn’t help but glance about the room to see what kind of patrons were present at this time of the day, high noon. A scruffy looking elezen man standing on the other side of the room gave her a wry grin and wink, forcing her to roll her eyes and look away.
“Men,†she uttered quietly to herself as she took a sip from her glass of wine.
Re: The First Day [Open] - Eva - 06-05-2010
[At a nearby table]
"Gods almighty!" The voice was a bit louder than she had intended it to be, and a few of the patrons tilted their heads in the direction of their table at the sound of her fist striking it. The scruffy-looking man sitting across from her leaned back in his seat, a smug grin plastered across his wide expanse of a face. The voice belonged to a younger elezen woman, probably in her early 20's. Her annoyance was plain for anyone to view as she spoke again, in a quieter tone now after the patrons had turned back to their mugs of ale and their snifters of brandy.
"Alright... 20% but not a gil more. I'm doing all the work here..." she huffed.
Standing up, the middle-aged, scruffy-looking elezen man ran his fingers through salt-and-pepper hair. "You wouldn't have known about this opportunity if I had not mentioned it. Just remember you only have 20 minutes. The sentry is like clockwork in his patrol."
Waving a hand dismissively she continued, "I heard you the first time, old-timer."
Shaking his head and muttering something under his breath he began to walk toward the exit.
"Tut tut..." she warned loudly. "Aren't we forgetting something?"
Smiling, he turned around withdrawing a small burlap pouch from within the folds of his cloak. Without so much as a word he tossed it to her, and headed for the door, casting a wry grin at a woman across the room and winking. He handed the barmaid a tip, and exited the Drowning Wench.
She dumped the contents of the pouch onto a cloth napkin so as not to draw any further attention. Counting the currency she grunted to herself, "Shortchanged again... He said 10% up front..." She leaned her head back and gave an exasperated sigh.
"You can come out now." she brushed a few strands of her lavender-highlighted blonde hair from her face as she kicked at something beneath the table.
A lalafell boy jumped up from beneath the table where he had been hiding and sat down on the bench beside her. "Time for work yet Orry?"
"Soon."
Re: The First Day [Open] - Smiling River - 06-05-2010
Yecely sat quietly in the shade. The table before her was illuminated by the sunlight from outside. On the table were a few scattered newspapers from two days past, a pencil, ink and a pen. A rather large wine glass stood on the corner of the table, barely touched. She pushed her reading glasses up as she read from a leather bound journal which she held in her hands. Yecely mouthed the words on the paged to herself. She was proofreading her article. It was due tomorrow.
Her eyes traced the woman who just came in. Her eyes also darted to the Elezen who winked at the newcomer. Yecely knew how this new patron felt at that very moment. The same guy was trying to buy her a drink just half an hour ego. Yecely's gaze was analytical by nature, and she could somehow tell this woman wasn't a native. Neither was she. She considered introducing herself, maybe making a friend. She noticed that the Elezen was about to make his move. She quickly left her makeshift workstation, took her glass of wine and joined the lone woman.
"Hey there. What's your name?" The Hyur woman gently pushed back a chair and sat in it. The sun played with her brown eyes, giving them a warm tone. "I'm Yecely."
Re: The First Day [Open] - Kylin - 06-05-2010
The newcomer at the table startled the woman at first. She glanced up from her drink and smiled faintly at the other hyur. ‘May as well be somewhat social since I’ll be living here now,’ she thought to herself.
“Hello there,†she said still with a warm smile. “My name is Myra. You don’t plan to try selling me anything now, do you? Because I should warn you that I don’t have much gil to my name until my new job starts.â€Â
Re: The First Day [Open] - Smiling River - 06-05-2010
"Not at all," replied Yecely while quickly looking at the Lalafell boy emerging from underneath a nearby table. "I've not seen you around here, are you new to this town?" Yecely took a sip from her glass of wine and added "I've just moved here myself," before Myra can reply.
Re: The First Day [Open] - Kylin - 06-05-2010
Myra's gaze followed Yecely's momentarily. She too noticed the lalafell climb out from under the table. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. It was bad enough that the elezen girl at that table already came off as obnoxious mere moments ago due to her initial over-the-top vocals, but now she had a lalafell partner come out of a hiding spot? The girl had trouble written all over her.
Returning her attention to Yecely, Myra smiled once again and took another sip of her wine before speaking. "Yes, I'm new I suppose. Not my first time in the city but I have recently moved here. All for the chance to teach the city's illustrious teenagers."
She couldn't help but chuckle faintly as she said it. Resting her chin on the back of her hand, Myra continued. "What brings you to this city if you don't mind my asking?"
Re: The First Day [Open] - Smiling River - 06-05-2010
"The crows!" Yecely giggled to herself. "Sorry, that's what my granddad used to say about hunting down news stories. Follow the crows!" She smiled again. "I'm a writer. A journalist, to be more specific. I've got a little job at the local paper for now ((don't know the name if there is one, please let me know if I've missed it)). But of course it doesn't pay very well, so I have to resort to trying to break a big story independently." She sipped from her goblet of a glass, "which makes journalism sound much more exciting than it usually is."
"It's interesting, I think teaching is such a noble profession. Do you specialize in any particular field of study?" Yecely disengaged eye contact for a moment and looked around the tavern. The sly Elezen was at the bar drinking with his buddy now. She was interested to take a look at the woman who was just making somewhat of a scene right next to them but couldn't see her because Myra was in the way. Leaning over on her chair to take a peek seemed a little impolite, although tempting. She fixed her gaze back to Myra. She felt at ease talking to this stranger. They've only just met but it seemed like they knew eachother much longer. Yecely doubted that the feeling was mutual. Myra seemed reserved, almost cautious. "She still might think I'm trying to sell her something," Yecely grinned. She remembered coming back to Limsa Lominsa, her first day in a decade on this isle-city. It's as if every beggar, thief, and street merchant saw that she was new in town, tried their luck on her. Some succeed. Yecely remembered staring into the water, her own reflection looking back at her, cursing her for all those dumb mistakes. The same reflection now stared back at her from her wine glass as she took a large gulp while listening to Myra's reply.
Re: The First Day [Open] - Eva - 06-06-2010
Across the room the elezen girl and the lalafell were engaged in quiet conversation. It seemed apparent that they were planning something, as she was gesturing wildly and pointing at certain spots on a map.
"Here, here, and... here!" she winked at the lalafell boy who looked particularly baffled. "And he said 20 minutes, but let's not push 15, hmm?"
"Awright Orry, but what happens if I get caught?"
"Well, I'll be nearby to bail you out. I'll, ah, create a diversion!" She made a grandiose gesture with her hands. "I can be quite convincing when I need to be."
"When you need to be..." the young lalafell looked dubious. "So how much are we getting for this."
"Not enough..." she muttered under her breath.
The lalafell only nodded as she rose from the table, leaving a few of the coins stacked neatly beside her napkin for the barmaid. "Service here's lousy... C'mon, let's get one more and get outta here..."
Looking relieved at the suggestion, 'Orry's' companion hopped up from his seat and dusted himself off, stuffed a stubby hand into his pocket and gingerly placed another coin atop the pile when he thought she wasn't looking.
The pair walked away from the table over to the cramped bar, one waiting patiently and the other tapping her foot in agitation as the bartender struggled to remember everyone's orders as he poured drink after drink, apparently oblivious to the duo's arrival.
Re: The First Day [Open] - Koninbeor - 06-06-2010
The door swung open, and a trio of sailors stepped inside, wandering to the nearest free table. The first was a tall, lithe man with short, dark brown hair and squinty eyes. A thin beard gave him a slightly more menacing look, though his manner seemed harmless enough. The second was a rather burly fellow of average height, his blond hair receeding slightly. He appeared to have a habit of constantly scrunching his nose as he listened to the other two, and had a nasty looking scar that crossed over his forehead and into his right eyebrow. The third was the shortest, the youngest, and by far the most talkative. He wore a very thick, black mustache that looked quite out of place, and appeared to be far too frail to be a sailor. He also donned a rather large magician's hat, though it was clearly just for show. All three wore very baggy clothing, more concerned with letting the air hit their skin than anything. The third man was the first to reach the table.
"I'm telling you, he was twenty feet tall if he was a foot! I know. I saw him with my own eyes. He grabberized three men in each hand and ostricated them into the water." He sat down in a chair and looked to the others as they sat down.
"And I'm telling you that even they don't get that large, so stop exaggerating. And stop making up words." The tallest of the trio rolled his eyes as he sat down, leaning back idly and eyeing his younger companion. The burly man sat down heavily, just shaking his head at the conversation.
"I'm not making up words, you plabergaster. It's not my fault if my magatastical smartification is overly emslatersized for your puny brain. It just so happens that he was that tall and my selectification of salabastericities are compltely applicagitating to everything that I say. And mean." He gave a quick nod, crossing his arms in defiance.
"You've just been listening to Arkestican for too long." He leaned forward slightly, resting an elbow on the table.
"Aye, that be the truth of it. Ya can't go 'round tryin' ta be somethin' ya ain't." The burly man finally spoke, and the tall one rolled his eyes again.
"For the last time, Al, you're not a pirate."
Re: The First Day [Open] - Kylin - 06-06-2010
“I mostly focus on history,†Myra said matter-of-factly. “Though that’s not to say I’m not familiar with other subjects.â€Â
The hyur’s eyes darted to the door, where three new men entered. She couldn’t help but sigh inwardly. The new city resident had thought the bar would be quiet at this time of the day. Apparently, the denizens of the city weren’t hesitant to get a drink or two in the middle of the day like she had originally expected.
“I actually quite enjoy my job,†Myra continued. “Even though I deal with my fair share of rebellious and hormone raging teens, it often only takes one or two promising students to brighten the day and make you feel like you’re doing something worthwhile in life.â€Â
She looked again toward the new group of men who entered, unable to stop herself from hearing the travesty of vocabulary words coming out of the smallest one. “And it’s quite amusing to know that some kids have a better grasp on their vocabulary than grown adults.â€Â
She turned her head slightly to the younger elezen female and her companion, both of them having moved to the bar. Myra smiled to herself as her gaze shifted back to the men, her analytical eyes seeming to match those of a trained mercenary sizing up a situation.
“Call it a hunch but I think you’ll get yourself a story soon enough,†Myra stated with a slight grin as she took another sip from her cheap wine.
Re: The First Day [Open] - Varov - 06-06-2010
A large Sea Wolf Roegadyn could be seen ponderously hauling a large cart across the bridges of Limsa Lominsa, the signage of which indicated that this was the ever-famous Whiskeyjack's House of Crappe. He eventually finds his way towards the Drowning Wench tavern, setting his cart down in front with a loud thud. He looks around, most of the people not even regarding the sight, a few of the newer recruits staring at the man's cart. "Hey kid, you gonna oggle me all day or buy somethin'?" he says, the man looking at him, and then moving away from the cart. "Llymlaen's tit! It's like nobody never seen a man cartin' a cart around before."
The hulking figure made his way into the bar about as loudly and without grace as possible for a nearly 300 pound wall of muscle and ugly. He shouted across the bar to one of the barmaids, "Hey! Tell Tenfingers that Two-Patch wanted to see 'im. Oh, and get me a beer!" The woman rolled her eyes and walked into the back of the inn.
The obnoxious Roegadyn found himself a crate and slammed it down next to a table. He took a seat on the crate and glanced around the room - sizing up his future customers. Upon closer inspection, one would notice of this Roegadyn that he had two eyepatches over his right eye.
Re: The First Day [Open] - Nanapariri - 06-06-2010
Rather unoticed for some time, though quietly watching, an Elezen woman sat quietly. This was not a problem for her since she was a quiet person to begin with. She didn't particuliarly like taverns to begin with but she had to be here to meet with a tradeswoman. By gazing around the room she could tell her business associate hadn't yet arrived. She brushed her long dark hair from her curlean eyes and then sighed looking back down at the list of supplies as she shifted in her seat adjusting her bulky cloak.
Just then the doors open and of all things a Roegadyn burst in and she couldn't help but follow his actions since he was quite boisterous. She observed he must be a sailor from his attire but the puzzling part was that he has two eyepatches over one eye. As she mused about this the doors opened up again and this time she noticed a rather stern looking Lafellel in Dunesfolk attire that somehow cut a rather imposing figure though though she was short by her races standards. The figure behind her almost went unoticed though being a heavily painted M'oquito as the Lafellel glared around the room cursing obviously not liking something in the room as she scanned it.
The Elzen woman stood up and cleared her throat and started to wave and as it turned out it was all she needed to attract the Lafalel's hawk-like gaze. The small woman confidently strided over to the table and sat herself down before the poor Elzen could speak. The Lafallel's companion walked over to the wall and quietly leaned against it closing her eyes though the tip of her tail still twitched alertly.
"By the twelve, if you had the manners of an Aldgoat you'd be sitting alrready..." the Lafallel grumbled.
The elzen woman sighed and sat down. This wasn't the best way to start a business transaction.
Re: The First Day [Open] - Aveline - 06-07-2010
With a practiced rhythm, Oryn moved through the throngs of Limsa-Lominsans, keeping track of feet with his peripheral vision, his attention was primarily fixed on scanning the first pages of a new book: "The Art of Legal Debate." Three more leatherbound tomes were wedged underneath one arm, a few more were secured in a satchel across his back. A grumbling in his stomach caused the studious Hyur to alter his course towards the Drowning Wench.
Fortunately for Oryn, the booming voice of Two-Patch caused him to look up just in time to avoid running smack in to the Roegadyn's back. Maneuvering deftly out of the way, he slid in to the bar behind the large Sea Wolf and found himself an unoccupied table to unload his stack of books and signal the barkeep, breathing a sigh of relief at avoiding the collision. He knew of Two-Patch by reputation alone, and had no desire to make a personal acquaintance.
Re: The First Day [Open] - Varov - 06-07-2010
The Sea Wolf eyed up the room, noticing the Hyur slip past him towards a table. The Sea Wolf stood, grabbed the heavy crate with his hand, and swung over to Oryn's table. He slammed the crate down loud enough for the young hyur to hear him and then shouted. "The Art of Legal Debate! By the Twelve and all their various unmentionable bits! Wha're you botherin' with tha' for, when you can make a FINE purchase on one of honest Two-Patches weapons! Think of the opportunity!" He slams his massive fist into the table, rocking it a bit. "Don't battle for legal gains, finish your arguments with a Trial by COMBAT! With a Whiskeyjack's House of Crappe blade!"
He moved to try and snatch the book from the wry Hyur. "And besides! If this is edition 12, you're readin' old shite anyway. Everybody knows tha' the proper way to defeat an opponent is t'find their logical fallacies and relate them t'the context of the argued text! Ya' fool of a Hyur. Jes' bring up argumentum ad verecundiam, an' you've got just about anyones arse inna sling."
Re: The First Day [Open] - Nanapariri - 06-07-2010
The Mo'quito flattened its ears slightly watching the Sea Wolf, moving no muscle but its eyes, tail still twitching.
The Lalafel cringed at the abrasive and absurdly loud seller of "Crappe". "Thal's Fire, if it be your will, that amatuer and this accursed crowd be swallowed up," she muttered darkly before turning and smiling back at the Elzen. "Okay kid... Here's the deal..." she said brushing her bangs out of her eyes revealing a firey red gem. "I'm a born trader, blessed by the zodiac with a growing business, and I could use an Alchemist so I can sell more items to my customers. You'll get commission plus a share in profit, 20% which is generous, you follow me or take the next airship back to the tree huggers."
The Elzen sighed. "You get to the point."
"There's no use selling if you aren't buying kid."
"Fine, fine... I wanted adventure so sure."
With a flourish the Lalafell produced a scroll from the folds in her garment unfurling it and handed the girl a quill. "Don't worry, no need to read the fine print, I'm a woman of my word and you'll get your pay."
Gulping the auburn haired Elzen signed the scroll.