Illira

A little while later, Amaury Carceri finds a familiar face while on his way to the bar in the quicksand. He stops at the railing, placing his hands on it and leaning against it. “Taking a brief rest from work, sister?” Illira remains seated where she had plumped herself down earlier with a drink or two. She looks down confusedly at her mug, as someone speaks. After a moment she looks around, and then eventually up at the railing, spying a fellow Elezen. "Wha...? No. It is late now." “Is it? Prison must have desensitized me about how work hours function. Mind if I join you?,” Amaury says, smiling. Illira says plainly, "Sure." She kicks out a chair slightly for him. Amaury pauses once he reaches the table. "You are upset." he says, and then sits down. Illira lets out a small laugh at that. "Upset? Not quite. I'm angry. And mean apparently." She looks down at her drink, before taking another sip of it. “I have the sensation someone has told you angry and mean things and passed it on to you. As a brother, I am obliged to lend you my ear. So...do you want to talk about it?” Illira shakes her head, "No. I am both of those things. It has been a long time since you have known me. Suffice to say, I won't be getting you that job with D'hein." “Mm, I don't think I would call you "angry" on a daily basis...in any case, I'm sure it was the right choice. I'll find something, eventually.” “Yes... I have formal complaints to lodge against the man. There have been... a few strikes. But I believe I have drawn my last straw with him.” Amaury closes his eyes and rubs his brow. "He didn't try to flirt with you over my release, did he?" Illira presses her lips together, "It is more... complicated than that. Though he claims he arranged for your release as a Starlight celebration gift." Her brother laughs at that, “So he wanted to play the role of an Ishgardian knight. That is almost commendable, in a childish way.” Illira frowns, "He did something else similar as well recently. That was... he is... infuriating. And his regard for others and the law only go so far as they are of use to him. You were let off on a bribe. Nothing more, Amaury." “That will do wonders to my self-esteem. What are you drinking?” he says, his tone of voice unchanging despite the sudden change of subject. She looks down at the mug in front of her, "You know what? I don't even recall what I ordered." “I think that should be your cue to not order any more of it.” Illira shakes her head, "I've only had the one. I've mostly been staring at it, quite honestly." “What worries you, exactly? That your organization will not see D'hein's trespasses like you do?” Illira looks over to her brother, thinking, "That is part of it, yes. And that he does more harm than good, and is not merely using us to gain a greater foothold elsewhere." Amaury nods with a smirk across his face, “That's true. I don't have any ties to the political scene anymore, so that only means he was catering to your favor on a personal level. Maybe he wants to be ‘grand director’.” “Yes. Such a thing would suit. You know what he said? That influence is his to use as he pleases, that its the prerogative of the ruling class to do so." She scoffs at the thought. Amaury is visibly amused. "Typical nobility." he scoffs after Illira's. "What will your formal complaint be, exactly? I imagine your organization may...denounce that he bribed the authorities to release me. And that might get me back in." He crosses his arms, leaning forward and resting on the edge of the table. "I'm a bit worried about that last part." he adds, smiling. Illira frowns at that, "I have no wish to see you back there. I will have to think more on the matter. What he did was not right though, I know that you did not do what you were locked away for, but he did not care what the truth of the matter was. He needs to see consequences for his actions." “Sometimes, you have to let the criminal run away so you can catch him with all of his comrades. I'm sure you'll do the right thing.” Amaury gets up with that. "You leaving me then?", says Illira, watching him stand. “Yes. Remember how I told you that I was not fit for lifting crates, the other day?” “Yes, I do recall something to that effect.” “Mhm. I confirmed that statement today. My arms are eager to jump off my shoulders and flee to the Sultantree to never come back. I need rest, and I got just enough for a room. Illira Carceri nods her head, "Of course. I will see you later." Amaury leaves, waving a hand in farewell.

I'd like to offer some Coil help to people next week if they want it. I'm out of town that Tuesday & Wednesday on business, and will thusly be missing my static's T1-4 run. And if all is according to usual scheduling, won't be running T5 until that Sunday. But I would like to get T1 & T2 cleared for my weekly shot at BiS items (... I had to miss this weeks T1-4 as well, so... yeah, lol). This theoretically leaves me open to help some folks that week, if anyone is interested in setting something up. Let me know here or in a pm and we'll see what we can work out! P.S. I currently am running as an i88 PLD.

The reason it would make solo-tanking much harder would be that, if aggro is reset when you enter conflag now, the tank would lose Twintania, opening her up to #2 person on the aggro list. And if that person isn't another tank, it would be... bad. So they can't use conflag to hide out from damage/more importantly Death Sentence without letting Twintania loose on the rest of the party. That makes the idea of solo tanking her much harder. Though, its early still. I would withhold judgement though until personal experience with the new patch/T5 or a few more days of raider reports.

I'll pick one moment for you: in TERA, that drunk-night where my character rested his codpiece against a cart because I somehow confused the word "elbow" with "codpiece". I remember hilarity ensued for everyone else, anyway. I swear I was NOT drunk. I just laughed remembering that incident . It was totally the best, lol. In all seriousness though, I'll have to think on this. I've had a lot of super awesome RP, and its hard to pick a favorite experience in particular!

My Roe rides the Ahriman simply because I find it incredibly ironic, given what background I know of her. She would never ride it ICly (I don't think anyway... ). Besides that I normally use my coeurl, simply because I really don't like Chocobos, OOCly. If I had any RP scenes where my characters were to need a mount, they would use the Chocobo though, as they are what are commonly used to get around, and make the most sense for general use cases. So I guess my real answer to this is that I really just seperate IC from OOC in the case of using mounts to get about the world. If RPing though, its best to abide by what makes sense for the scene/character!

Illira walks away from the table, obviously expecting D'hein to follow as she does not look behind her, though she pauses at the doorway she'd come in from, waiting for him to catch up. D'hein follows calmly, watching the surface of the tea to make sure it doesn't spill. It does anyway. Quite a bit. He's lost half the tea by the time he's caught up with Illira, and he looks rather disappointed in himself. "We'll continue this at your office," Illira nearly spits out, she opens the door, letting herself out, not holding this at the door. "Don't expect good humor from me on our way there." "That's why I brought the tea," D'hein said, looking down at the tea fondly. The door, as it swung shut behind Illira, collided with the cup and knocked it out of his hand, sending it to break loudly on the ground. Growling in frustration, D'hein tossed the door open, "And you wouldn't hold the door! Really! You are utterly without a single polite instinct! Like a tamed animal, kept in line only by promise of reward." "Oh, I'm sorry. Those privileges were revoked when you crossed the line. You want them back? Don't be a backstabbing narcissist." Illira says bitingly over her shoulder. "Delusional beast," D'hein muttered, pushing his way out the tavern. "Recall, if your beastkin brain is capable of it, that I'm under no obligation to answer to you, and fast losing my desire to weather your infantile fit." She does turn at that, "-You- are the one who choose to meddle in my family's affairs for reasons still unclear to me, though I have already expressed some of my suspicions. Had you actually cared about Amaury's case, I, or Halone forbid, -he- would have known. I know much of the system, and a inmate such as him does not simply walk free one morning unless there is the same deviancy at work that put him there." "Lack of faith in altruism is a sign of corruption," D'hein said, meeting Illira's gaze. His frown had given way to a neutral reaction, or perhaps even one of pity. "Corruption has a certain gravity to it. It's hard to look so long at it, see it's great many shapes, and not find it in yourself. Not learn how to adapt the very convenient, victimless cynicism for one's use. I'd hate to think you're leaning that direction, Illira." The woman clenches her jaw, "It is not cynicism, especially considering your recent actions these past months. And still you dodge the questions. He was not cleared because of new evidence. He was released because you pulled strings and had him, I imagine, released essentialy into your custody for a long probationary period. He is -my- brother D'hein. Not yours." A tear, likely formed of bitterness, sadness, and anger all at once leaked from a grey eye. "He was a person," D'hein said, somberly, "A man who stood against the syndicate and was punished by an abuse of power. I would have to be an evil man not to act, and your condemnation, selfish and delivered without grace, does not impress me. There is not even one single positive attribute to it. Even the pride with which it is delivered is sickly in color. It is hideous in every way." "You've never even met him. Judged him for yourself. A tool for you to use and nothing more. -I- know he didn't poison that man. He's my brother! But what do you know? Nothing. You see only what you wish to, and seeing Amaury Carceri's name and record whilst digging where you shouldn't have been, and thought, well I'll just slap some bribes to see him out and Illira will love me. Thats not how things things go." She turns, striking a hand to her face to forcible wipe off the shed tear, grimacing. "My motivations were to make you swoon?" D'hein laughed, briefly, with cold amusement. "Now who is the narcissist?" "Why else would you try to curry favour? Giving out jewelry to your female co-workers, taking Antimony out to meals, stalking her. You have a long record of such things. If you had a better reason, then tell me. Its not like I haven't been asking you why and how you found out about Amaury since I first spoke with you. You've merely been to busy deflecting." She takes in a shuddering breath, and sits down heavily on the bench not far behind her. "Why? And why not tell me? Why let me find out from an missive from prison? I thought I'd forgotten his sentence was..." She shakes her head. "This is what you -do-. There is not a thing you do, that you do not believe will benefit you." "I'd thought it would be a pleasant surprise," D'hein answered, his voice softer this time. "I did say I'd planned an additional gift for the Starlight Celebration. A bit late, but there it is." Illira laughs hollowly, looking up and away, her eyes closing as a couple more tears streak their way down her pale cheeks. "So you arrange to have my brother, twenty-years behind bars, set free back out into the city that took him from me in the first place?" "Yes. Tell me why that is wrong,” answers D’hein. She looks back to D'hein, her eyes a little red-rimmed, "Because you didn't do it because you knew beyond a doubt that he was innocent. You did it because he was my brother." "I do not know the meaning of the word 'doubt'," D'hein answered, his tail still behind him, his expression calm. He stood directly in front of her, arms at his sides, watching her face as he spoke, "You may call it naive if you wish, but all I needed to know was that he was your blood. I did not wonder then, for even an instant whether or not he was guilty. Without hesitation, I acted. Call it faith or foolishness, if you even believe there is a difference." Illira shakes her head fervently, casting her gaze down at the patchy cobblestone beneath her. "I am not infallible D'hein, there are few that are. Blood is a terrible reason to believe in someone. Your actions concerning this had nothing to do with justice, but your own whims." "What does justice have to do with it?" D'hein responded, voice and body-language relaxed, "All the better if he is guilty. Ul'dah was in such a state that the label of guilt from such a time is an honor. I wear such badges myself." "Justice and the law have to do with everything, D'hein. Without it we are no better than wolves eating other alive as they starve to death. It is not the fault of the system if people seek to bend to their will. Such is corruption. And what you did, greasing the wheels of the jail, is the same that the Syndicate did in sending him there." "I've rejected that," D'hein said, crossing his arms and pacing impatiently, "There's nothing immoral about networking. My influence is mine to utilize as I please; such is the privelege of the ruling class. The only thing I might have to apologize for is not letting you know ahead of time what I had done, and I find myself disinclined to apologize." Illira's head snaps up, her gaze cold even as the evidence of fallen tears remain, "That is exactly what is wrong with this city, and your excuse is hollowly familiar to me. Are you sure that you do not work for the Syndicate as well? You've seemed awfully friendly to their ways while I've seen you work here in the city." "You're too quick to condemn," D'hein said, smiling through his frustration, "Very much like the Elezen thralls of Gridanian primals. But I'm not uncouth enough to level accusations. As I've attempted to point out, you do not know my machinations. Your objections are to some fictional scenario, and your inability to take this at face value is not flattering." "So I'm supposed to grovel at your feet and thank you for using your, "ruling class priviledge" in having released Amaury for a Starlight gift?", the woman laughs hollowly, "It goes against the very principles that my brother and I hold dear. I did not get to where I am today by simply nodding my head and considering such actions acceptable. Have you not considered how what you did only furthers the elite agenda? Oh. But you wouldn't care. You consider yourself one of them." "Do not garb yourself in assumptions. They are the ornamentation of dullards. You cannot know what agenda I have furthered for you do not know how I accomplished what I did. You paint in generalities that suit you. Furthermore, I want nothing from you, except for you to perhaps exercise some grace." "I've made no assumptions. The points that I have made, have come only from words that you have said yourself. And it seems that we are at an immobile impasse as of this time. Do not do this again. I am not apart of your network to be influenced." His smirk turning a bit sly, D'hein said, "The situation will be as pleases you, then. Your brother remains free and you can feel haughtily better than I. Happy Starlight Celebration, Illira." Finishing with a bow, D'hein said, "I look forward to meeting your brother and seeing which of us he is more like." he turned to walki away, then, back towards the Quicksand. Illira does not dignify that with a response, merely turning her head away from D'hein as he walks away from her.

I was actually more responding to the post above mine in my description of a rotation. Its always good to discuss strategy though! It should be noted though, that Fast Blade in and of itself doesn't give increased enmity. The reason that people use it in rotation is to make use of the combo multiplier. It in and of itself does little to gain you aggro, which is why if a full Fast Blade -> Savage Blade -> Rage of Halone combo is being used, I suggest that ideally, Fast and Savage blades should be released onto the same target, i.e.: Enemy 1. Fast + Savage Blade Enemy 2. Rage of Halone Enemy 3. Fast + Savage Blade Enemy 1. Rage of Halone... and so on. Circle of Scorn should be kept on CD, Spirits too, if you don't need it for the purpose of silencing enemy attacks. Rage of Halone just by itself off combo generates a good deal of enmity, which is why its not a bad idea to use it on its own sometimes, depending on the mobs coming at you and the level of damage output your DPS is dealing with. When I first hit 50 and was grinding philos with friends, I was stuck with a Darklight Macuahuitl for a little while trying to hold hold aggro against Relic +1ed friends. It was... awkward. lol. So I had to really learn to adapt, even with them holding back some DPS and watching their aggro. That was when I started shooting off solo Rages for a couple of rounds, even if it seemed to go against my instinct. Anyway! Probably talked too much. Just sharing thoughts Now that you're on Balmung though, Steel Wolf, if you're running any 8-mans and want to bring in an MT or OT to help you settle into a new dungeon/primal, feel free to shout at me. If I'm on and not raiding/RPing I'd be glad to lend a hand.

... *crawls into a corner and weeps for the loss of Reaver tank* Maybe this will help ease the pain?

For groups, comboing Fast+Savage on one target, Rage of Halone on next, then repeating ad nauseum works decently. I find getting off a round or two of strictly Rages helps, for quick aggro. If its a big group, don't be afraid to flash every few cooldowns, to keep up aggro on those targets not being burned down, if this is the case, keep most of your heat on the main target. But yeah, thats a pretty decent guide. I loled at it

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Haven't touched SWTOR in quite some time now, but I do have a 36 Scoundrel (DPS) over on Ebon Hawk, who I enjoyed playing. I also peek over into RIFT and GW2 every now and then. And I've got characters over on TERA, but I haven't been on there since switching over to ARR.

[align=center]((Just a short scene of two old men talking about orange tree grooves. Nothing to see here!)) [/align] [align=center]------------------------------------------------------------[/align] Alcor leisurely walks down the well trodden path, taking in the fresh country air. He'd been told to head to the orange tree grove just past the crossroads that led up to Summerford Farms proper. So as he found himself approaching sign post, he headed not for the farmstead, but for patch of trees. He noticed that there weren't many workers out this morning, but figured that was probably par for the course, and so made his way into them. Ildur is idly catching the oranges the roegadyn next to him throws down, placing them on a basket he's holding. He's also wearing a very silly straw hat. Alcor narrows his eyes slightly at the not-so-much older man in a straw hat, closing the distance between them after a brief pause. Turning around at the suspicious noises Alcor's boot made against the grass. Ildur lets one arm hanging towards the tree, roughly intercepting the thrown fruits. The other man stops few feet short of the other man, "So... I hear yah were lookin' fer help pickling some... oranges?" “We are in need of a new pair of hands, yes. What is your name?” Alcor grins, "Yeh can be callin' me Al. I presume yeh are the hirin' boss then?" Ildur is amused by that, smiling a little. “Yes. You can call me Il, Al. I've heard some flattering things about your job experience and, as I said, we could use a new pair of hands. Do you like travelling, Al?” Letting out a chuckle Alcor responds, "I suppose you could say that, of a sort, I do. I've been achin’ to return to the sea, though I suppose that ain't what yer askin'." “No, I'm afraid oranges do not grow in the sea. But you'll have plenty of travelling across it while on the job. There'll be plenty plantations in Ul'dah that could use a gardener.” Alcor shakes his head a little at the thought, "Thats a long a way from Llymlaen's embrace. I'd hope that wouldn't be the only grove in need?" “We have local plantations, of course, but we don't want a Lominsan man in them right now. If it makes you feel better about the matter, we are a successful business and can pay the aetheryte fees for you, if the job's urgent enough. But even without that privilege your payments should be enough to cover it on your own and have plenty left over.” Ildur pauses, but quickly adds, shrugging. "Unless you are a gambler." “I find gamblin' balances out at the end days, ain't neither here nor there for me in this age." “I'm afraid all I have available right now is work in the Ul'dahn orchards. The workers we could find there aren't...level-headed enough, we could say.” “Their in need of a little clean up then? Or a simple morale boost?” Ildur smiles. "There's plenty to do there. I hope you can handle both types of tasks." Alcor shrugs his wide set shoulders, "Think nothin' of it. I'm assuming yeh'll have more details for me 'afore I head out there then?" “Of course. It would be very rude and inefficient of me to not give you any details. I wanted to make sure you weren't against leaving this island.” “Ain't La'Noscea I'm attached to. I can bear a little while from the water, if only to prove a point.” “Good, then. We'll send you the details of your first visit to the Ul'dhan groves. And if you do that well enough, we might contact you more frequently.” Alcor Baen nods his head, flashing a grin featuring brief golden glints under the morning sun, "Ah, of course." He extends a callused hand to his fellow hyur, "Pleasure meetin' with ya." Ildur shakes the offered hand. "Have a good day, Al." “Of course, and to you. Don't be workin to hard, thats why yeh be hiring.” Alcor takes his hand back, turning to head back off the way he came, not looking to be in any particular hurry. Ildur turns around to watch his basket, holding no more oranges than before. The roegadyn had been throwing them to the wrong spot and never noticed. He sighs at that.

Kage did an excellent job of summarizing my feelings on this topic. The big, important concern here, isn't even about whether or not its meant to be a community, RP event, or both. Its that our concern about the emphasis that event has on its 'Maids & Hosts' RL gender, and that its potential repercussions have been brushed aside. Especially given the level of response it appears to have had thus far on the official forums. And this is, I believe the most important thing to take away from this thread for the organizers of this event. RPers tend to have a lot of experience and knowledge in this area either directly or indirectly as a result of our having to balance IC and OOC. We're merely trying to stress and impart knowledge of its importance for the safety and enjoyment of all involved. This all being said, I have to say that I'm impressed with the level of organization and presentation skills displayed by Nariko for this event. Its not my cup of tea, but its quite obvious that a lot of work has been put into it

Its also important to note that while the tank is often the conductor/bottleneck of a raid's pace, this isn't always the case. An experienced tank with an inexperienced group has to adjust their pace according to how fast the DPS can bring mobs down and how well a healer can keep them up through a pull of mobs, en masse, as in a speed run. The tank just tends to get more flack for any mess up, as their the first line of defense and things go bad quick once they die. Heck, just the other day I was stuck in a DRed Copperbell HM run that only cleared with a minute left. We'd had problems with one of our dps not paying attention or listening to the group's advice, he ended dropping and our replacement hadn't played in a while or run it before. Its a two-way street, and sometimes people, especially PUGs looking for their daily grind forget that. I'd suggest perusing party finder for runs, especially ones that don't note things like: "FARMING ONLY!!!", keep an eye out for learning runs or ones that don't give off an elitist vibe. That doesn't help with DR strictly, but it certainly can with CT (though... these days CT is mostly a troll fest and even having a good party can't always mitigate issues with the rest of the alliance). And be sure to let the group know at the start if you haven't done it before/don't have it all down yet. It helps the pace and vibe alot to do so, and if theres anyone that objects, they can leave at the beginning instead of feeling fed-up later on at not having a speed run and pressuring the party. You should do your best not to let the pressure to run through and pull all the things!?!?!, or other similar requests for increased, but risky "efficiency" get to you if you disagree/don't feel comfortable/don't want to go along with them. Even if someone is jumping around like their pants are on fire. They can stand to chillax a little. Try to reach out to contacts and friends of yours for a few runs to help settle into the dungeons your feeling uncomfortable with, even having just one along with you can help alot!

As someone that had to join up with an already established raid group to do Coil, etc., due to my own limitations in how much I could play in comparison to my compatriots (*waves to Naunet*) and subsequently how fast I was able to get up to tanking gear requirements, I do completely understand where you're coming from Kage. It can be really intimidating to ask and jump-in on a group that has already found its rhythm and isn't really looking for/needing anyone else. But if the group is made up of people that enjoy your company and want to run things with you, it hopefully shouldn't be a burden for them to take you on and engage in some swappage. I would address the raid lead directly asking if they can make a place for you to swap in for a turn or two, to get you started in BC, as they'll likely have the most definitive answer. I imagine getting a firm answer would be helpful for you to figure out how best to proceed, as you sound like your still a little unsure whether or not the can/will take you on. Your gear looks fine to start BC off with, though replacing your hat with some DL would be good, since you still look to have an i55 equipped there. Its important to remember though that the gear requirements for non-tanks are don't tend to be nearly as harsh. And in getting the opportunity to run the first couple turns of BC, you'll hopefully get the chance to gear up on some Allagan, which would help your gear level as you continue to work on getting the myth you need for other slots (its good to have a BiS plan so that you can prioritize your picks more easily).

Rawr! Embroidery is serious business!

To be clear I did say: under Standard Operating Procedure. In no way, even amongst a group of primarily corrupt officers, is the S.O.P. is to simply kill criminals. Its messy, provides bad press, and in most cases isn't actually the best solution (for instance: why kill someone when you can extract bribes? [perhaps to make an example of them, but thats a whole different discussion]). As Ildur just beat me to saying, what an individual does is different than what their organization, or the law dictates. And -no one- is above the law. Though their crimes may be passed over because the entire system is corrupt. But this doesn't mean that what they did isn't illegal, and doesn't go against S.O.P. ---- Side Note: I have stakes on both sides of the line of being an honest law-enforcement agent and a corrupt one. Two of my characters are Brass Blades (one former and one present). My main had been removed from her post as a captain because she worked zealously against the Syndicate who have their hands in the law enforcement. While one of my alts was seated into the post after her because he is corrupt and malleable to the underworld's interests.

Why would they kill the criminal? Just because they are more of a military organization doesn't give them that right. The only time in which that may be an acceptable solution to an intervention of a criminal and/or his activities is if he/she presents a clear and present danger to the officer and others. It may happen as a fluke sometimes, or as a result of rare over-zealous officer, but doing so is certainly not Standard Operating Procedure. In a normal circumstance that we are discussing, they would seek to subdue the criminal and cart him off to the Brass Blades so that they can deal with him.

A roll-call was done at the end of last year: http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread.php?tid=5477 Of course such things can't be kept 100% accurate all the time, but its fairly up-to-date. I believe that the linkshell section of the site was updated accordingly, but if you post there in a thread there and get no response, you may want to send a pm. As not everyone listed there is necessarily checking those thread all the time.

Stacking is how you deal with them in Titan EX. May as well get used to it in HM. [edit] Didn't scroll down when replying. Seems I was beat to it! Haha oh well. I assume more derps (both innocent and otherwise) in Titan HM. Did you get pants yet? I believe that I speak the truth when I say that Naunet will avoid pants and maintain her freedom as long as she can!

Ummm... That seems a bit overboard and a rather exclusivitist point of view on the matter. Its one matter if you're RPing ICly in a non-public place, but otherwise it should be fair game for walk-up RP. Unless personal preference dictates that you simply don't want potential public engagement. But that is a whole 'nother thing. In this case though, Natalie was encouraged walk-up RP, just not losing her agency in the matter. It's a thin line to dance on, doing your own personal plots in the open. If we're going to talk about being exclusive in public, to ooc shame people in /say for RPing their characters, just be exclusive in the first place. Better to be safe than sorry. What's the point in RPing a lawman if you can't arrest people confessing illegal activity in public? Like I said, if you're simply doing 'personal plot' stuff, in a public place that you don't want anyone to have the opportunity to get involved in, well... thats on you and in which case yes, you should keep it in /party, etc. I don't think its really a thin line at all, its Apparently I wasn't clear on the RPing ICly in a non-public place bit. That should be done, ideally in party, to avoid confusion. Even if you are in /say, I really don't think its an ooc 'shame' to a walk-up RPer to say ((Hey, sorry we're just using this ____ as furniture. ICly, we're not in a place for walk-up RP, sorry :\ )).

Ummm... That seems a bit overboard and a rather exclusivitist point of view on the matter. Its one matter if you're RPing ICly in a non-public place, but otherwise it should be fair game for walk-up RP. Unless personal preference dictates that you simply don't want potential public engagement. But that is a whole 'nother thing. In this case though, Natalie was encouraged walk-up RP, just not losing her agency in the matter.

I don't know the law-enforcement character or their personality/ethic (and if they were aware that C'kayah was dying), but most law-enforcement officers aren't just going to leave someone to die on a street, even if its a criminal. Their job is to keep order/peace (not to pass sentence), so unless the character was corrupt (and had no care for lives) or had a pretty severe vendetta against the guy, it would have made sense for the law-enforcement character to have worked to save C'kayah's life. Even if they ultimately intended for him to be charged for crimes. So, if they were aware (or your character made them aware) of his dying, in all likelihood, the character should have made attempts (maybe called in someone to check on him at least?) to rectify that situation instead of simply leaving him to die. Just a thought on the matter.

If Natalie's character and her RP partner were ICly in an open place where others can see/overhear what is going on, then absolutely it should stay in /say. The problem wasn't that the other RPer joined in, it was, it sounds like, a case of god-moding. To the extent the they inserted themselves into the RP and proceeded to railroad it out of the control of Natalia & partner, without first seeking consent for doing so. To do something like maim/imprison two characters is a big deal, especially since it has many long-term consequences to the players and their respective characters. As such it needs a large OOC discussion, or truly co-operative RP in which Natalia & partner had a chance to get out of it if they so wished. It sounds like they played along with it as long as they could until they stonewalled completely. At which point she tried OOCly discussed with the person a potential out, so that her character wasn't locked up and unavailable and could go tend her partner who was dying, but instead was shut down. Admittedly I was not there and haven't read RP transcripts or anything of the incident. But from where I am at, Natalia was very much in the right here and did her best with what she was given. [align=center]------[/align] Walk-up RPers shouldn't need to know to know what any background of the RP their stepping into, outside of what they are seeing/hearing in the present and any rumours they've heard/memories of previous encounters they may have had. That being said, OOCly, it is absolutely the responsibility of that RPer to broach any potential no-no zones with the RPers that they have started RPing with/want to RP with should they know of any serious reprecussive actions that their characters are about to take. Universally, these actions are things such as serious injury, imprisonment, sexual assault, death. Implicit agreement through RP can happen as well, if there is already established trust between the RPers and their character is given opportunities to react/mitigate/get out of whatever it is as their player deems appropriate. I know I've found myself in these sort of things many times, though admittedly mostly within the circle of RPer friends that I know well and trust. In the future I'd suggest maybe take more proactive action to ascertain the ideas/plans of any walk-up RPers if things seem like they are spiraling out of your comfort zone, to make sure that everyone is operating on the same plane

Illira Carceri pats down her shirt as walks quickly, stopping suddenly straighten up one of her boots so that it stops sagging slightly before walking up the rest of the way to the small, and more importantly, out of the way cafe up on the airstrip. She looks around, a little nervously, eventually seeing an Elezen a little older than she, seated at one of the tiny tables. She takes in a breath and much more slowly this time, walks over to the table and slides into the empty chair across from the man, "Hello, Amaury." The man answers with a nod and a thin, amused smile, clearly lost in some lagoon of social protocols he barely remembers. "Hello, Illira. It is good to see you again! How are you doing?" he manages. She glances around the table, as if looking for something to distract herself with, only looking up briefly to meet Amaury's eyes, "Fine enough, everything considered, better than..." she cuts herself off, starting again, "It was lucky that I happened to be passing through Ul'dah these past few days. I... had not realized how much time had passed." “I'm sure your work has kept you busy enough. Even if it hadn't, I'm not sure my captors would have liked me keeping in touch with the outside, considering their...loyalties. But...!” Amaury continues jokingly, "We both know what I've been doing." Then he adds: "What have you been up to?" Illira laughs briefly, looking askance at the man, "Working. Picking up after the scum of Eorzea... I... don't recall if I told you..." she pauses, considering something, "No, I wouldn't have. I was a guard in Gridania when I last wrote you. I work for the Commerce Regulation Agency now. Thats why I'm here. Back in the city." “That sounds much less dangerous than being a Brass Blade, I must say. What...ah...position do you have there?” Amaury beckons the man behind the bar to bring in some drinks. He achieves this by simple hand gestures. Quirking her thin lips, the woman replies, "Yes, well. I have not been one of those in many years. I stay away from Ul'dah these days. No, I'm on their board of directors, though I... serve often as a middle manager." He lips turn upwards into a small amused expression, "Yes, I know. Its rather surprising." Amaury looks surprised at her while the drinks are served. "It is!" he says, sending the waiter away with a couple of new coins in his pocket. "That's quite more commendable than becoming a captain of the Brass Blades. Hopefully, your Agency is much less corrupt and prone to ransoms." "They're... on the right of it. Except... perhaps one of them. His motives are always entirely selfish, I do my best to keep him in check. Its because of him that I was called back here from Limsa. But I really cannot speak more specifics concerning that. As its... business." Ilira reaches out for her glass, bringing it towards her, staring at it for a moment before taking a sip from it, "What, ah, are your plans now? That you are free and all. I will help as I can ." The man takes his own mug but doesn't drink from it yet. "Half free, really. I was left out on parole for a moon before my sentence is considered complete." Illira nods her head, "Of course. I suppose that you'll be in Ul'dah a while longer then?" “I wouldn't really know where else to go even if I had the liberty, so yes. Climbing back up the Ul'dahn food chain from the bottom again. It'll be like when I was young, except not really.” Amaury takes a drink from his mug. The lanky woman's eyebrows come together at that. She sips at her drink, before saying, "I don't live here anymore, as you may have gathered, but I am here for the time being, managing a minor scandal. I'm not sure if, mother or father have written you at all in the past years, but they moved further east for a business venture. I could... off to pay for a room at the Quicksand for you while you look for work. I'm amusing you mean to?" “Of course. I would appreciate that. Though I don't suppose you have any place I could fill in that Agency of yours? Not that I expect to take advantage of your position, but I don't want to hunt for a job here when the Syndicate could just drop a few rumors and coins to stop other employers from hiring me.” Amaury Carceri takes another sip, trying to not look nor sound like a shameless leech in elezen clothes. Illira breathes in, taking her hand off the table where it had previously hugging her drink, "I... I suppose that we could find you something. We... actually just lost an employee who was running an audit. But... I do not believe that is your alley. Forgive me, brother, I... what do you want to do? That may help me find a place for you. I'm guessing that the spotlight is no longer where you wish to be?" Amaury chuckles. "Being thrown in jail for two decades does that to a man." It isn't long before he stops smiling. He runs one hand through his hair. "Auditions are probably out of my alley. Maybe something simpler, like secretary work. I'll see about moving to grander roles once I can actually pay my own food on a daily basis again." Lifting her hand back up to sip at her drink, Illira considering Amaury's position, "Secretarial work? I might have a proposition for you then. Though I would have to discuss it with D'hein. The man is insufferable, but he could be convinced potentially to take you in for work. He is... lax in it. That is why I am here. And I would certainly not mind if you were to keep an eye on his activities if this were to come to fruition." “Ah...D'hein, you said?” Illira dips her head in acknowledgement, her braids dipping forward. "Yes. D'hein Tia. He is... unfortunately one of my constituents. The one that I mentioned I had concerns about earlier." Looking at the bottom of his drink, Amaury thinks on that. "I must say this is a very strange coincidence. I was told a man with that name was responsible for expediting my release." The woman narrows her cold grey eyes, "Your natural sentence was not twenty years then? I had... thought it had been more. Which would make sense now. How did he even know of you?" She takes in a sharp breath. "Oh... he is lower than I thought he was," she finishes under her breath, "That son of a sandworm." “I had no idea who he was or why he'd care about releasing me until now.” Amaury makes a small circle with his hand while bringing the mug closer to his mouth. "I thought it was just some philanthropist picking random names." Illira lets out a breathy laugh, shaking her head, braids whipping with the motion, "D'hein? A philanthropist? I'm sure that he imagines himself as such. But the truth is that he could never be. The man has not a selfless bone in his body, mark my words, there is certainly an ulterior motive for digging into my history and pulling strings for your release." Amaury manages to chuckle in amusement. "If you say he has, then he probably does. Though remember that, sometimes, men take strangely charming actions for the attention of women." Illira was in the middle of drink when he says that. She pauses, letting the stone glass sit there against her lips for a minute before quietly putting it back down frowning. "Amaury. I would rather find myself at the bottom of a lake before even considering such an option." She shudders at the thought of D'hein harboring amorous musings of her. "No. Absolutely not." Amaury laughs at that. "I'm just saying it might be a bit more innocent than you think. However, let's not think of that man now, now. I'm sure I'll find some other occupation to recover my bearings." He pauses to finish his drink. "Give him my thanks in any case. I am, after all, out of prison thanks to him." "I have an idea of why he did it. And I assure you, it was entirely self-motivated. That aside if you do not want me to try to get you a job as his assistant, what would you plan to do instead? Unfortunately I do not have many jobs lined up here, aside from that needing a replacement on an audit case. This is not my territory these days, but I would not see you on the streets." “I am...not sure. I do not have any skills the local guilds could benefit from and I do not fancy myself as a crate carrier or a miner. Maybe some of the local traders requires a hand in selling their goods.” Amaury smiles. "Or maybe I should just become an adventurer!" he says, chucking briefly and then shaking his head. "Perish the thought!" Illira responds with a smile of her own, "Yes, I'm sure you'd find a way to drown in the desert. The city life always did suit you best. Let me... look around for you some, though of course, you should look as well." She stops talking, moving her gaze down to her hand tucked in her lap, "I never did forget you, you know. Even if I did not visit. Or write. As much as I should have these past years." “I know. Do not worry about yourself over that. But, please, do worry about helping me find a job. I feel like I've been sitting on my thumbs for two decades.” Amaury Carceri laughs at his own joke. Shaking her head, Illira still looks downward. Her voice firm, "No, you did nothing to be ashamed of. There is no excuse good enough for my own negligence though. I will do as I must to make amends." “I can think of a perfectly good excuse for not contacting me more often. The Syndicate would have gone after you. Sporadic contact didn't give them much reason to think we were conspiring or sharing information. Sometimes, the best course of action is not the one we like the most. Not as perfect or ideal, but it is still the best.” Illira continues avoiding his gaze, "Those are all valid and good reasons. But it would be a lie if I took one of them as my own." Amaury keeps quiet for a moment that is perhaps too long. At the end, he says: "I do not hold anything against you, Illira. So don't hold anything against yourself, either." She clenches her jaw ever so slightly before she looks back up at Amaury, "I cannot do that. But I can work to help you now, when I could do nothing before." “I can accept that. Now, would you like some breakfast?” Relaxing at those simple words, Illira responds, "Yes, that would be fine."