Clover

Feel free to send me a friend request if you want and see if I'm ever running Titan or would like to borrow my assistance for a run. I'd be more than happy to help if I'm not busy. ^^ Just please let me know you're adding me in response to this post as I'm very forgetful. This applies to anyone else.. o_o Hopefully I don't get flooded with friend requests, haha. Ah, thank you very much! If it's alright, then I'll add you. I've been learning as much as I can about Titan. Phase 5 still seems hard because I haven't practiced it as much as the rest (parties tend to be dead at the heart phase), but I think I'm learning more and more as I try.

K'nahli and I have to do Titan to get our relics, but finding groups is quite difficult ;w; It doesn't help that we're first timers and still need to learn (watching videos can only do so much). I hope people organize more Titan runs in the future where newbies like us can join as well.

...I'm glad I don't pvp (._.) *Intimidated*.

Even if K'rahto was fully aware of his almost non existent chances to win K'nahli's challenge, he decided to follow with it until the very end. It might be an impossible task, perhaps, but it was also the only obstacle separating him from her now, and that made it still better than her initial rejection. His eyes stared at her with fierce determination, as if that alone could save him from his almost imminent fate. "Five suns... Alright. You'll find me here then!" Those were the last words he shared with her. There were no good-byes or polite bows. K'rahto simply started running in direction to the camp, wanting to waste no time to start his training. He had 5 suns to improve his skills at the level of someone who had trained for years; the odds were clearly against him, but he hadn't given up yet. No-- he couldn't allow himself to give up. Five years ago, he promised himself that he'd become a man. A strong man. This was nothing but a small -albeit very important- step. K'nahli would be his goal during the next five suns. After that, he'd have to face the consequences of his own desires. [END OF THE SCENE]

The longer the female Miqo'te took to react to his latest confession, the more tense K'rahto'd grow. She finally turned to face him, graceful like the wind, with beautiful, always intense eyes that didn't fail to freeze him on the spot once more. At least it was her turn to do the talking, though that was hardly a comfort at this point. He knew he wouldn't be able to push the matter further. He'd placed his heart on her hands already; the rest depended on her, and her next reply would be crucial. Far from condemning him definitely, however, K'nahli's words spoke of chances and hope, albeit those became very thin when the Tia realized what she'd just asked. An archery contest... against one of the best archers from the tribe. K'rahto had some experience with the bow, but (and he mentally cursed himself for this) the spear had always been his weapon of choice and the one he'd mostly been training with. K'nahli knew what the outcome would likely be, but the Tia couldn't blame her. She was a fierce huntress, it was only natural that she'd expect her Nunh to be either equal or better than her. For a moment, he stared at her with uncertainty in his half frowning features, thoughts racing. The sound of her next sentence was so unpleasant that he felt the rush to speak. K'nahli hadn't even finished pronouncing the last word when K'rahto raised his voice with urgency. "I accept your challenge! Just tell me when!" If that was what she needed to feel respected and safe with him, so be it.

K'nahli's harsh words did nothing but aggravate the mute Tia. His frown deepened and his fist closed tightly, infuriated. If there was someone he was truly annoyed to, it was himself. He'd made a fool of himself with no one else's help; it'd been him and only him. (Wait...) And there she was, turning her back to him again, dismissing him like a useless Miqo'te she'd go back to ignoring. He needed to speak; he needed to let her know. It had to be now, for there'd be no more chances if she took another step. (Wait, I'm not done yet...) Inside his noisy head, he was screaming at her, but it weren't his words what were heard next. It was K'nahli's last statement, a claim that felt like knives against the Tia's chest. All the courage he'd gathered, the tension and humiliation he'd endured-- everything had been reduced to a mere joke in the huntress' mind. For a moment, K'rahto just saw red. His dizzy mind screamed again, with so much force that his voice managed to break through the invisible wall that had been covering his throat. "YOU ARE MY FAVOURITE, K'NAHLI YOHKO!!" From the top of his lungs and heart, the new confession fell harder and louder upon her; upon himself. It'd been raw and impulsive, as desperate as it'd been sincere. The following silence was stained by his own breathing, agitated as if he'd just survived a battle against a sandworm. His eyes, well open, remained glued to the girl's figure. The next trail of voice was a weak one. "...Always been." He was right. It was easier with her back turned to him.

He didn't want to show it, but K'rahto tensed even more when K'nahli started approaching him, a drop of cold sweat traveling down his cheek. The boy maintained his firm position and aggressive expression, a nice mask to conceal how nervous her proximity made him. They'd never exchanged as many words as they were doing now, he thought, and she definitely had never looked at him with such fierce eyes. She had never looked at him, period. ("Did someone put you up to this?") Her inquiry actually and visibly surprised him, for his offended eyes opened a bit more, displaying something akin confusion. "What...?" So that's how it was. She wasn't accepting his offer because she wasn't taking it seriously to start with. Well, that had to change; K'rahto just needed to let her know how deadly serious he was, and how willing he was to become a good Nunh for her. "That's not...!" And then he tried, but for some reason, words wouldn't come out. Granted, the boy had never been much of a talker, but he didn't remember any other time where speaking had become as painfully difficult as it was now. It was better when she had her freaking back turned to him, he concluded. With parted lips that wanted to say more (anything, just say anything), K'rahto's mind went blank. Above them, the sun kept shining like a smile.

"........................." K'rahto's expression almost remained the same against K'nahli's cold words. To his permanent frown was added a brief pang of surprise, which was quickly covered up by his usual aggressiveness. It was too early to lick the wounds of his pride. He'd taken the most difficult step, his declaration had been made; he couldn't back out just yet. "I'd take good care of you, K'nahli Yohko!" Even if the girl had turned her back to him, he insisted with the same tone-- loud and clear, a mix of aggressive and apparently respectful. And clumsy, very clumsy. His position was firm, his head up, and every single muscle of his body was rigid with tension. "As the highest form of respect towards you, I would also take good care of your sister K'mih! This I promise!" In his Tia mind, that was a suggestion that K'nahli should appreciate: her beloved sister in hands of a Tia she could trust. How could she refuse?

"K'nahli Yohko!!" The blue haired female Miqo'te had been engaging in her daily, solitary training with the bow. Nothing out of the usual, until a boyish voice yelled her name from behind. It was a harsh sound, one that perhaps went too far in order to get her attention. When she turned her head, she could recognize a member from her tribe, K'rahto Tia, standing at a safe (very safe) distance from her. He looked at the girl with his trademark aggressive eyes, as if she -and the whole world, really- was an enemy. The situation certainly might have come as a surprise; not because he was being unfriendly, but because he'd approached her to start with. Few were the words K'nahli had exchanged with the Tia during all her life. He wasn't the most social creature around either, always training on his own with perpetual anger in his face. They'd never been friends, they'd never shared anything, and yet he had gone out of his way to talk to her today. His voice was as loud when he spoke again, as if it was any sort of declaration of war. "I'm going to become Nunh for you!" He stated with sheer force and a slight touch of pink under aggressive eyes. "I hope you will accept me when that happens!"

Clover's lips parted slightly, albeit no voice came from them. So it was true, he was able to read her thoughts without difficulty, at any moment. The Echo... There wasn't much Clover knew about it, other than what her grandpa told her. Some people were born with it, albeit many of them wouldn't realize this until much later. So far, Clover believed that the Echo was something she didn't possess, and perhaps it was better this way. As much as she'd wanted to be a ghost who could observe and have access to all the stories taking place around her, another's mind was a sacred temple she had no right to invade. After the realization, her expression softened once more with a nod of her head. Her initial question had merely been a test, after all; she'd use her voice from now on. As much as she tended to use it, anyway. The now friendly yapping of the puppy caught her attention the next moment, succeeding at making her crouch down to pet its head. It was soft and adorable, and if Clover's mind hadn't been so full at that moment, her smile might have become more visible. There were many things she wanted to ask, but the man spoke first, offering both his name and an invitation to walk with him. Clover stood up then to follow him. "I'm Clover... Clover Blake." It was surprising, she thought, that the man who'd seen inside her mind wouldn't know her name. The Echo was still a stranger to her, but so far she got the impression that he couldn't see everything. Or perhaps it was due to the lack of practice he mentioned in his letter. As she walked beside him, she spoke again, albeit she left her questions for later on. There was something important she wanted to say first. "My grandpa... You wished him well, thank you," she said, and albeit her expression was serious, her grateful words were noticeably genuine. "Sadly, he died half a year ago." Her thoughts finished what her words didn't. Schezar had seen her grandpa inside her mind. Alive, somehow. He might have seen bits of him, of the beautiful thing he's always been. Clover considered that the Echo user deserved to know.

Such a nice coat! Can it be dyed? This is my entry for the official screenshot contest (it can't be edited). K'nahli looking for her sister K'mih, unable to find her. I hope more people from the RPC will participate! I want to see what everyone comes up with.

Instinctively, Clover took a step back when a feral creature startled her. It wouldn't take long before she could actually realize what it was, finding herself in front of an adorable puppy which tried to be a giant. She stared at it for a few seconds; it wasn't a wild but a domestic animal, and the fact it'd had access to the temple could mean that the owner was around. The sound of a masculine voice quickly confirmed her thoughts. When the girl raised her head in its direction, she saw the man-- the warrior, emerging from behind the corner. Green, well open eyes automatically landed on the potted flower he was carrying. Even before he spoke, she knew who he was. (You called me here... didn't you?) She asked with the silent voice of her mind, her expression changing back to her usual, serious self as she looked at his only eye. Albeit Clover didn't believe in fate, she did tend to think that there was a reason behind every occurrence. A man had entered her mind and showed her this place; she was thrilled to find out why.

K'mih's eyes visibly lightened up at the news that her sister K'ailia was safe. The pain in her stomach started diminishing, and a thankful smile returned to her features. She didn't understand why K'luha had avoided the matter, but whatever had happened, it was a relief to know that it hadn't been serious. Perhaps they'd had any argument and K'luha was still angry, she thought. When her new sister started walking to the big tent, K'mih followed her. "I can keep you company until you're called inside," she said cheerfully, hoping to have the chance to talk more to her. K'tahjha was her new family, after all; there were many things K'mih wanted to know about her past life. Her plans, however, took a serious turn when they approached the tent. The painful figure of her father standing right outside, waiting, had an immediate effect on the Miqo'te. K'mih's expression changed once more, from shock to a mix of uncomfortable and shy, and she timidly reached out for K'tahjha's hand. It was a mere touch, a way to get her attention. "S-sorry... I have to leave... I hope I can talk to you later..." With a quick, apologetic bow and no explanations, K'mih turned around and ran in the opposite direction.

((OOC: Happens after this post. Any other character who caught that image and wants to investigate it is more than welcome to join!)) Through a narrow path of dark hawthorns, the girl walked. It wasn't the first time Clover visited the Temple of the Twelve; her parents took her there years back, before the Calamity changed everything, and the surroundings were still as terrifying as she remembered from her childhood days. Back then, she'd firmly believe that, at the end of the path, it wasn't a sacred temple but the black castle of a witch what she'd find. She walked alone this time, holding no one's hand. Her steps had come to a halt from time to time, when strange and unknown noises alerted her senses. Eorzea was no longer the safe place she used to believe it was, and perhaps having come completely on her own was quite risky. It was still something she had to do, she wouldn't stop. Alert eyes kept focusing on their surroundings as the path moved behind, until something else finally emerged from behind menacing thorns, like waking up from a nightmare. At the end of the journey (oh, but it was just the beginning), Clover raised her head and saw it. The Temple of the Twelve, colossal and beautiful as she remembered. It towered protectively above her, offering comfort for the lost. "......" Whoever or whatever awaited inside, it should give her the clue -even the answers- she was searching for. Risky, perhaps, but Clover was too thrilled to unfold the mystery. It was like reading a tale; she needed to know what would happen next. The who, the why, and the how. Everything. With a deep inhalation, the hyur girl resumed her walking into the temple. Albeit her face was serious and focused, inside that chest was an expectant, fast beating heart.

K'mih Yohko was a lucky Miqo'te. She survived the calamity. As desolation engulfed the camp after the flames, the 11 years old girl didn't leave her mother's comforting side. Around her, only tears and sorrow coloured the canvas of what was left of her tribe. The place she used to call home no longer felt as such; faces she used to know were no longer recognizable. Her family had become smaller, and the reason was still unknown to her. She didn't know the sky could burn like that. She didn't know that the world could suddenly break. Oh, but she was a lucky Miqo'te. The people she most cared for had survived, they were safe. Her mother, her sister K'nahli, and her father. Then she'd look around her, at all the loss she wouldn't know how to cope with, and tears would start flowing from her eyes again. "Don't cry, K'mih", her mother's soft voice would tell her, a pair of loving arms offering all the comfort she needed. K'mih was unsure, couldn't tell, if those were tears of sadness or tears of joy. =========================================== K’rahto Tia was an unlucky Miqo’te. He survived the calamity. The 13 years old boy was out of his tent when everything began, training with deadly determination and broken pride. He was just a kid, there was no way he could have gone to war with his fellow Miqo’tes, and he hated it. He hated being so small, so helpless. None of those emotions compared, however, to the sight of a burning sky as fire started descending upon his home. He’d run to his tent as fast as his legs allowed, only to turn his fears into a reality. That night, he’d lost his mother, and likely his father as well. When the world stopped shaking and sadness played its tragic tune, he was found away from the group, away from his sister’s comfort. The feeling of helplessness had never been as devastating and uncontrollable as it was that night; he just didn’t want anyone to see him cry. And cry he did, with hatred and anger and poison. He’d become a man for his people. A strong man. That night, however, he was just a very unlucky kid.

It was K'hula's answer -the lack of it- what stabbed K'mih's stomach and filled her features with more visible concern. The woman offered no chance to ask further; she just walked away, making it clear that K'ailia wasn't a matter she wished to discuss. Something bad had happened, and K'mih's imagination wasn't exactly kind about it. There was no attempt to stop K'luha with more questions, however. The always submissive Miqo'te limited herself to watch the woman's back with eyes that felt damper as seconds passed. They ended up traveling to her new sister, silently begging for any sort of an answer. Perhaps she knew, perhaps she'd met K'ailia...

Being the friendly creature she was, K'mih was more than happy to give her new sister a warm hug, eyes closing with a huge smile. She'd just met K'tahjha, yet the girl was already like a treasure for the pink haired Miqo'te. There were many things she wanted to know about her, many things she wanted to show her. She hoped that her new sister would be just as happy to meet her new family and embrace their way of life, and play hide and seek with them, and... "Ah..." A realization crossed her mind after pulling back from the hug. She might not be the first sister K'tahjha had the chance to talk to, was she? "Have you met K'ailia already?" Her eyes travelled then to an injured K'luha, her smile replaced by something akin concern. "Where is she...?"

K'mih did too! I admit, however, that albeit I initially wanted this hair for her when the game was released, I'm already missing the hairstyle she's been using all this time ;

Well, if you want to know everyone's opinions, here's mine. What I actually find bland is the game story itself. You're nothing more than a hero who saves the world again and again. I would never want to follow such a story, not just because I'd feel silly to claim to be the chosen hero in front of other players, but also because I don't find it interesting at all. However, had the story been interesting and meaningful like Mabinogi:Heroes... I guess I wouldn't have played in a community; I'd likely have followed the story on my own with my friends. Being the hero and RPing in a community aren't two things that mix well, as people have stated. There'll end up being tons of contradictions.

For a moment, the good news K'luha brought seemed to do the trick. K'mih didn't initially notice the information the woman was hiding; she was too excited watching her new sister with shiny eyes and an amazed smile. It wasn't everyday that her family would grow larger, especially if the new member was another girl her age. Unable to hold back her eagerness to talk to K'tahjha, the pink haired Miqo'te took a single step towards her to introduce herself. "I'm K'mih Yohko! I'm happy to have you with us!" Far from mere politeness, her words and tone were unmistakably genuine and warm.

Among all the Miqo'tes who noticed the long awaited return of the expedition team, there was K'mih. That day, she'd been granted some free time after helping her mother with some chores, and thus she was found playing hide and seek with other younglings by the time K'luha arrived. Perhaps the situation her tribe was going through wasn't the best, but she'd always find moments to play with her half siblings as if nothing was actually wrong; it helped her forget about all the troubles. "K'luha's back!" Was one the young Miqo'tes' voice, the word quickly spreading through the camp. Like many others, K'mih stopped what she was doing and ran to greet her family, with both a bright smile and a hopeful heart that echoed her siblings'. It felt like it'd been so long from the time the small team left to search for new lands, a new home where trouble wouldn't follow them. Such good news were what everyone was expecting to hear. When K'mih found them, however, confusion clouded her smile. Something was wrong. She didn't want to worry or think negatively yet, but something was strangely uncomfortable. K'luha seemed hurt, and there was no sight of neither her sister K'ailia nor K'ile, no matter how many glances she took. Something else caught her attention in her search, though; bicolour eyes locked themselves to the unfamiliar figure of a Miqo'te that seemed to be around her age, staring at her with undying curiosity. She didn't even have to ask, for eager questions quickly arose from the surrounding Miqo'tes. "Did you find anything?", "Where's K'ile?", "Where's K'ailia?", "Who's this?". None of them seemed to wait for an answer before throwing the next question to the just arrived explorers. The waiting had been long and there were many things they needed to know. K'mih waited patiently, her attention back to K'luha and K'haali for a moment.

((OOC: Hahahahaha! I wasn't expecting this. I suddenly discovered a new and cute side of K'ile that was unknown to me ^^; This was an awesome read. PS: He should be careful about the secrets he writes in his diary! It could end up in the wrong hands.))

As it's been mentioned, perhaps player housing won't be as expensive. A FC is full of people, after all, and I guess it's expected each of them to contribute with some money. 200m is still a lot, but I guess that bigger and more active the FC is, the easier it is to gather that much gil. Perhaps they also want player housing to start being as something that only a few can reach, so that the server won't crash with many houses (?). In any case, I'll wait for news about personal player housing, though right now I'm afraid I won't make it. Even if it cost half of what FC houses do, I don't know how to make that much money *sweatdrops*.

Ohhhh, the twin tails hyur hairstyle is finally available for Miqo'tes!!! I've always loved it, but I didn't want to create yet another hyur just for that. I think my Miqo'te K'mih will change into it (>////<) (she's wearing twintails already, anyway. Her hair will simply grow a bit longer). The housing system makes me a bit sad. They advertise it as a player choosing their own home, but it won't be the case, will it? I guess only FC leaders will be able to create and decorate a house, and they'll also choose the city everyone else has to live in. It seems that only very few people will be able to play with the housing system.

Yes! Join us! We can fit you in without trouble, I'm sure. I've been thinking about creating another K member myself, and it should be as simple as imagining that he's been always there, doing his thing.