Clover

I want everything!!! I love tower raids, I want to explore, I want to minion. I simply want gdfgfdgf (Sorry, just woke up and read the news, I can't be coherent with all the excitement).

That's not correct. We got three yukatas the last year; the other items (including the other three yukatas) were from 1.0 as far as I know. The dance also was from 1.0. And it's very good that they are adding old items, because there are many new players or new characters who didn't have the chance to get those items before. What's more, this year's event items are dyeable, unlike the last year. We didn't get a dance this year, but we recently got a brofist emote and we're getting new sitting poses shortly. Honestly, with all the things SE is giving us, seeing people complain about how nothing is ever good enough feels really unfair @_@ So I had to add my two cents; I love this year's event, and I appreciate all the hard work SE is putting into this game. Edit: What Edda said, haha.

I'm very lost. We're getting a lot of content, what's there to complain about? I personally had a lot of fun with this year's Moonfire event, just like I did the last year. And what's more important, people love the new swimsuits. This year's anniversary event sounds exactly like last year's; glamour items were given in Moonfire back then as well. I'm unsure of what the problem is. I certainly see none.

With her back still turned to the Xaelan warrior, a soft, barely noticeable smile coloured Yura's lips for a moment. She understood. The pieces were falling into place, prepared and ready for the next move. It wouldn't be long; the day was ending, and with it, lights were fading. New lights would await on the new day. "I shall see you tomorrow," was all she said without turning to look at him, before she resumed the steps that would grant him solitude. Outside, the cicadas were still crying. [END OF THE SCENE]

Affected. For the first time, the proud Xaelan warrior had reacted in a way that differed from his previous aggressiveness. He looked affected, hurt in his own way. And albeit the satisfaction didn't show in Yura's perfectly controlled features, she knew she had pulled at the right string. Not like it'd been difficult to figure out. A wounded, lone warrior, full of bitterness towards the world, speaking of himself as a mere forgotten memory. He'd failed before, but it didn't matter now; he wouldn't fail Yura. For a moment, the Raen respected his silence, gave him room for his remorse to grow inside his heart. She let the cicadas cry some more, some perfect seconds as she tied their invisible threads. Oh, fate was a very strange and curious concept; abstract at best, ironic and absurd at worst. He'd wanted to know about the fate she'd seen, so indulge him she would. "It seems that you..." the Raen started, calm and soft as she always displayed herself, staring at the one who was avoiding her gaze now. "...Will save my life." The next thing she did was stand up, her movements always gentle, unlike the sound of her family name. Her work was done. Now with her back turned to him, she decided to share another piece of information; something his mind might find useful at the proper time. "Father wanted you to leave tomorrow in the evening. However, when the time comes, he will not oppose to you staying for a third day. You... should stay..."

Very carefully, Yura started bandaging what was left of the wounds again, albeit it wasn't truly needed at this point. Not like he'd know that, for she was the healer. Her expression remained serious through his offensive words; if she disapproved of them or felt attacked, she wouldn't allow herself to show it. The Raen simply let him talk, dealt with his attitude in the way his father hadn't, for some sort of ulterior motive. "Albeit your past life is spent, you are still alive," she reminded him calmly, her eyes still on her task. Maybe she was truly focused, or maybe she simply didn't want to look at him. It was hard to tell. "Your fate... It seems to be intertwined with mine. Were it not the case, you would likely be lost in oblivion by now," she added next, keeping her tone soft and calm, unaffected in appearance, except for the edge her choice of words had acquired. Outside the window, in the calmness of the setting sun, the cicadas kept crying. For a moment, only their gentle sounds could be heard inside the room, until Yura's melodious voice mixed with them once more. "If you allow a last question... Have you ever saved a life before?"

A faint smile was drawn in Yura's lips. She didn't stop checking his wounds as she spoke, albeit her careful fingers never made direct contact with his skin. "You keep evading any sort of question, as if words could burn you," the Raen commented calmly. And it was alright; he could and would avoid talking, but he couldn't prevent other words from reaching his ears. So continue speaking she would, with the same soft tone that barely disrupted the silence. “From your pride and wounds, I can tell that strength is valuable in your clan, just as much as it is in mine,” she commented, as if she simply wanted to have a conversation while being distracted by her task at hand. “This is why I am my father’s curse, for I am not made of steel; I am but a weak daughter, born from a weak mother. And yet, with this weak body, I was also born with the sight most people lack.” Yura placed her hand at a certain distance from one of the wounds, not touching it. She let the aether flow into it for a moment, in an attempt to speed up the recovery process. Then, when the flow of aether ceased and her hand retreated, the Raen finally raised her gaze to meet the Xaela’s under the orange light from the window. "It is not your approval that interests me, nameless warrior, but your fate.”

There was something endearing about the Xaela's attitude. He was like a lost puppy. So alone, so devoid of anything that mattered, like a purpose. Oh, how he was dying for one. That was why he was still there, inside that silent room that held every answer-- every answer he couldn't see yet. It almost made her smile. Careful hands moved to the bandage, touched it with the softness of a feather before they started removing it gently. For a moment, there was silence, one that might have been uncomfortable for the warrior as the female Raen unwrapped his wounds and exposed his debility. "Is it because I am Raen?" She asked suddenly with her characteristic soft voice, eyes still on her task. "Or because I am weak?" She didn't bother to clarify what she meant, for she didn't consider him stupid. It was perfectly obvious what she was talking about: his aversion, so evident from the first minute. And yet, despite everything, there was no trace of having taken offense in her tone.

"I see..." She smiled faintly from the door, her lips curved ever so slightly. Her voice was kept soft, barely raising above the cicadas'. "You believe that you have power over your own fate, that it is yours and yours alone." After closing the door, she took some silent steps into the room, towards the warrior. His words didn't seem to have mattered to her; she was there to check his wounds, and check his wounds she would. When she was closer, she sat on her knees gracefully and looked up at his towering figure, waiting for him to kneel down as well. As was the usual with males and females, she was too petite by his side, more so now that she was sitting down. He could easily crush her, and yet there she was, waiting by his side.

((Previous part: http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=12360)) Ah, the flow of time, the most complicate and uncontrollable mechanism ever known; able to heal the deepest of wounds and dampen the warmest of loves. No one has ever been able to escape from its merciless spiral; not even those who believe they can see and control fate... In the flow of time, just one sun had passed from the moment the Xaela warrior opened his eyes. Too little to change another life; too late to change his own. His wounds, which would have taken weeks or months to heal, had almost disappeared. A few servants had brought him food sometimes, but no one had dared to speak to him. Or no one had been instructed to, after his display of discourtesy. From the window of his silent room, life greeted him in the shape of a blue sky, which slowly turned orange as the sun started fading. A red and peaceful afternoon, with no other sound than the cicadas' cry from outside. Slowly, as if not wanting to disrupt the calmness of he moment, the sliding door opened. It was a Raen that the warrior could recognize; the female who had supposedly healed his wounds, Yura. She looked at him quietly for a moment, her expression the same he remembered. It was like flat water in a lake, just like her voice when she spoke. "Would you allow me to check your wounds?"

Yura's eyes remained lost on the corridor, her head turned away from the confused Xaela. The reply he'd chosen was still as aggressive as every other word he'd pronounced, dispelling any doubt. It was too soon for this. A question for a question. It seemed that neither of them would obtain an answer that day. But it didn't matter; not yet. So she simply shook her head and stepped away, willing to rid the warrior from the Raen presence he so despised. Or at least, until her father's servants came to guard the room's entrance. "Please rest." That was all she said, all she was willing to say for the time being. She didn't look back at him even as she carefully slid the door close, disappearing behind wood and paper. Soon, Nhogai might have noticed that he wasn't left completely alone with his thoughts. Half hidden underneath the futon he was sitting on, there was a strange and beautiful card. The image of a big tree could be seen above one word: 'Bole'.

"Enough! I will not tolerate any further disrespect in my house!" Unzan raised both his voice and himself. He stood up, his corpulent shape towering above the Xaela. A hand moved quickly to one of his daggers, which he used to point in the direction of his unarmed guest, menacing. “You dare to despise the kindness we have offered by saving your life. Were you not still recovering, I’d gladly grant your wish and undo my daughter’s gift with a single cut in your throat.” Behind him, Yura didn't move from the doorway, nor did her expression change even slightly. She was a mere spectator, submissive and respectful to her father. “However, unlike you, ‘my kind’ knows of honour,” Unzan added, lowering his weapon. Albeit anger hadn’t disappeared from his features, he was clearly in control of his emotions, no matter how ungrateful the other male had been. He turned his back to their guest, ready to leave, and gave his daughter a last glance. “You asked for three suns; I’ll give you two. I want him gone by the third.” His measured steps could be heard next as he walked away from the room. The female remained there for another moment, her body half turned away with a hand holding her other arm. As she stared at the now empty corridor, she might have even looked melancholic-- almost wounded. There was a moment of silence between them, perhaps the first of many. Then, a soft voice, still unfamiliar to the Xaela. “…Do you believe in fate?” She asked as her eyes stared into nothingness, away from him.

The Raen man's eyes didn't leave the wounded warrior for even a moment. His gaze remained firm and sharp, immovable like his presence. His voice still hidden, together with his thoughts, as the Xaela spoke-- no, spat on his hospitality. Nothing he wouldn't have expected. This Xaela wasn't a Kha, that much was evident by now. Moments of silence passed between them, just mistrustful gazes and judging thoughts. When Unzan spoke again, his voice displayed the same confidence as before; respectful, yet commanding. He was a warrior, and this was his house. "The dead have no need for such a sharp pride either," he stated. "We need nothing from you, nameless warrior; you may return to your people as soon as your legs find the strength." There was another sound on the wood. A single step, soft like a bird's. From the door, the figure of a different female could be seen, opposite to the girl Nhogai had met as soon as his eyes opened. This one's hair was long and pale above a calm gaze. Like a lifeless, fragile doll, she barely moved. Only her eyes did, burning ice and cold flame on him, on the warrior she'd observed before. This time, however, he could see her as well. "Do the dead have a home? I wonder..." She spoke from the doorway, her tone soft, calculatedly delicate. The patriarch's frown deepened slightly, albeit it was barely noticeable. "My daughter Yura is the one who tended to your wounds," he introduced her. "She is the one you must thank-- or perhaps blame, for you seem eager to leave this world."

((Once more, I apologize for my English ;_; )) A long moment passed before the faint sound of steps against the wooden floor could be heard from the corridor. As they grew closer, a Raen man of strong figure and black hair emerged at the door, his eyes piercing the wounded Xaela from his standing position. The one named Unzan stared at the warrior for another moment, observing him, assessing his state. He could move, that much was obvious. That he hadn't tried to stir trouble so far was a good start. Finally abandoning his position of advantage, the man took two steps inside the room and sat down on his splayed knees, every movement filled with discipline. Now that the two of them were at the same height, he continued looking at the stranger with his naturally severe eyes. "Welcome to my house. I am Hagane no Unzan, patriarch of the Hagane clan. May I know your name?" Introductions should always come first, no matter how many answers each of them sought.

I believe I'm done getting all the items I wanted for Clover. After the coat, I got this other glamour. Hooded version (though I won't glamour the hood). Cinnamon also got his own matching outfit! Now to give my other characters some attention too *sweatdrops*.

Same! I remember reading that "Au Ra won't be pursued" a while ago, and it made me very disappointed. Not only because it made no sense, but also because it was denying very interesting RP possibilities. I decided to still do things my way with my Xaela, but I'm glad to see that the lore actually acknowles that yes, Au Ra might have been pursued. As for Raen, I guess I'll simply avoid mentioning much about Imperials when I RP mine. They are allowed to keep their culture, and therefore a huge degree of their freedom. That's what matters, I guess.

Um, I'm really confused about this matter. What does being under Garlean control entail? I haven't done it myself, but I've heard about another quest that talks about a certain noble Au Ra. I'll place it under a cut just in case.

There were no sounds, no lights in the black world. No reason to move, not even to breathe. Oh, but suddenly he was moving, why was he? The wolf; it ran in front of him like an impossible dream, luring him to follow through its path of nothingness. In a world devoid of anything else, the warrior just ran. And ran, and ran, and ran… And then, little by little, there were sounds, there were lights in the black world. He never got to catch the animal before his real eyes opened—though they hadn’t opened enough. […] An unfamiliar roof greeted him first, followed by an equally unfamiliar Raen face. “Ah… you’re finally awake…!” The girl of white horns and short hair said, sounding more wary than relieved despite his weakened state. She was sitting on her knees, at a certain distance from the futon he’d been lying on, and didn’t give him any time for questions before she stood up quickly. “I must call master Unzan, he wishes to speak to you!” This said, the girl ran from the room like a little hurricane, leaving the well bandaged Xaela warrior alone with his confusion.

Server: Balmung Character Name: Hagane no Yura (Yura Hagane ingame) Time Zone: GMT+2 Additional Char Info: She mostly belongs to a private RP with K'nahli, but she might appear at any event.

Finally got it ;_;

Hyur forever. I'm also active on two Au Ra alts, but I didn't pick them because I have many alts anyway.

Clover met Oscare. ...And witnessed his treacherous surprise hug. New set for the forest.

[Note: Since this is mostly private RP, we've taken some liberties for the sake of telling a story. Also, by the time we're writing this, not much is known about Othard. I apologize for any inconsistency that might occur if Othard's lore is released in the future!]

I'm not really engaging in casual RP, but if I were, I think Clover would stare at them wide eyed, and would take long moments to observe them. I don't think she'd fear them unless they gave her reasons to; she'd only be very, very curious. If given the chance, she'd ask many questions.

First of all, I must clarify that I'm Spanish. This means that the English version is not a holy bible for me; it's just a translation, and not even the only translation. Now, on to the matter. I don't really know what kind of effort to "capture the very essence of what the narrative calls" is being made, considering that the English version is taking all kinds of liberties. From removing the intimacy from certain sentences to changing the characters' personalities. I'm not even talking about simple cases like "nani?" being mistranslated, albeit those annoy me a lot as well. If they want to adapt the text to old-English, fantastic-English, British-English, or whatever this English is (that I don't know because English is not my main language), I'm sure there are ways to do that without making up most of the dialogue. All many people want is to know what the characters are actually saying, that's all. This goes for any translation that's made from one language to another. (What is a weeaboo anyway? Someone who has a preference for Japan because they generally like the way Japan does things? Sue me and count me in! This is a Japanese game, after all).