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  1. The adamance in her gaze yielded while it slowly wandered back and forth between miqo'te as each took a turn to interject into her and K'rahto's mild disagreement. The girl found herself fading from the comments, slowly submitting to the increasing volume of her own thoughts - though not before hearing K'iara's instruction. ("The board..?") she asked herself quietly, hardly a second before her eyes then fell upon it. Of course... it's purpose almost seemed too obvious now. Looking towards K'iara, K'nahli responded with a simple and silent nod to express her understanding. The idle, unrelated chatter that followed, however, fell upon deaf ears; the words and the lips from which they were born bearing no meaning to the girl's now, wandering mind. Her maroon eyes seemed to glaze over after a moment, resembling red dahlia's that had been gently coated with a veil of morning dew. This was neither the time nor place for it and yet... somehow she still found herself bickering with someone; yet again. Though she struggled to find an honest reason as to why, K'nahli resolved only to blame herself. It was, after all, usually her fault anyways. It only made sense that it was her doing but she were simply too ignorant to understand why. An unheard sigh whispered out over her lips in lament before she glanced upward, noticing now that K'rahto had already gripped on to the edge of the board opposite her and was impatiently awaiting her cooperation. Her body seemed to react on it's own from there, carefully positioning itself accordingly before steadily pushing upward to lift her own side of the board, her thoughts however, lingering in a far away place. Being very meticulous with each step she took, the girl slowly and steadily dropped down from the cart, stopping only for a moment after both her feet eagerly greeted the sand to exhale softly with relief. Cooperatively, the pair both meandered around the cart with a carefully-executed wide angle, taking the utmost care with their precious cargo as both she and K'rahto turned on the spot to begin carrying their injured kin safely in toward the camp's boundaries. K'rahto, now having his back facing their destination, had the convenient excuse to look over his shoulder and avoid meeting the archer's fiery gaze. She on the other hand, was watching him carefully. Her glance was curious, uncertain; like a young drake studying a sandworm that appeared a challenge beyond it's experience. Her softened expression - ever so faint as it was - was gently moulded by her own curiosity as her brow furrowed slightly. Why did he feel the need to pick at her like that? As far as she was concerned, they had left on normal, if not good terms with their previous two encounters. What could she, the girl he so arbitrarily felt affection for - to the point of risking his own health even -, have possibly done to earn his frustration? Her gaze remained upon him for a few moments longer. Each time her vibrant stare was interrupted by a curious blink, she did so slowly - as though the action served to punctuate each passing thought and declare the ripened beginning of another. "....hmph.." the girl finally exclaimed to herself, perhaps a little more loudly than she had intended. Had she embraced defeat too readily? K'rahto was just as... no, more comtemptuous than she was on her worst of days. Yes... it definitely wasn't her. Her gaze upon the tia was severed in that instant, gliding a little away from the male so that she needn't anger herself any further by looking at him directly. Quietly, they both continued with their simple task; the discomforting silence, however, feeling as though it were only catalyzing the tension that was undoubtedly growing between the pair.
  2. Here is what everyone looks like until proven otherwise I've met my own share of surprises like this, hahaha. It's funny how your mind draws a mental image of people based on their personality alone. Though its really nice when the odd time they meet your (visual) expectations! Ironically, sometimes I feel a little sad when I find out someone I have been talking to for a while is actually a different gender. It's just like... "No... you were supposed to be a he/she ;w;" In any case, I don't understand the concern really. I think, as someone may have mentioned, that the person who whispered you was in fact reading your comments as genuine flirting. Your character is just that... a character. They are not you. They may embody you in some form or perhaps emulate similar traits/world views, but they are not you. I main a female character personally; am I to treat her as though she only likes girls just because I do? Are my male characters the only time I can express a heterosexual character? @@ And what if I wanted to do just the opposite with them? *mind is boggled* RP as you please, I don't see why you would worry over such things.
  3. I have a character that could attend such things supposing a friend of mine feels up to it and offers the chance for him to accompany her. He could actually possibly instruct or be an assistant instructor for sword training provided any occurs in Gridania, though it sounds like a lot of responsibility and I would be afraid of doing a poor job so I am not so sure about that. Additionally, I have a fill-in character that could participate in the carpentry end of things though likely not as a student(well, at least not a novice). Depending on how things go I may pop in occasionally to encourage the numbers a bit. Good luck with this ^^ It sounds like an amazing idea.
  4. K'rahto's words made the girl flinch. A puzzled expression momentarily occupied her features as she studied him curiously. Why was he being so difficult? Had she done something to offend him? Silently she sought an answer, though regardless of what his reason may have been, it wouldn't have affected her reaction. "Perhaps you should clean the eighteen summers' worth of sand out of your ears, tia. I was merely suggesting that you not risk unnecessary discomfort for her by insisting on doing it alone" K'nahli returned snidely as her eyes narrowed into more of a glare. His snarky attitude was testing her temper quite carelessly and even her concern for K'luha would not be enough to keep her calm if he persisted the way he was. Maroon and amber waged a silent war against each other in that moment, neither of the two miqo'te having the humility to heed the others' words with any grace. They were very much alike in that sense, but their similarities were not seen positively in either case. It seemed to be that the pair only saw eye-to-eye when they found need to exchange glares. "..tell me what I must do..." K'nahli added eventually, trying to retreat from her approaching sense of anger and back to the issue at hand. Contempt, however, still burned fervently within her eyes.
  5. K'nahli passed her glance back toward K'rahto, squinting her eyes slightly as he suddenly snarled at her. In truth she hadn't given much attention to anyone's presence other than the injured K'luha and their shaman, K'zhumi, whom tended to her. Regardless, her expression remained adamant with worry; absent, too, of her usual firey nature as she succeeded in suppressing it, even in spite of K'rahto's arrogant and icy demand. "K'rahto..." her voice trailed off with uncertainty as her eyes briefly diverted toward K'luha's injury. "Her hip might be broken. You cannot expect to carry her alone like that, you could easily hurt her.." A slight waver in her voice revealed the lack of confidence that it carried with it, though it wasn't enough to deter the girl. Until someone else instructed otherwise, she would not bend to K'rahto's command.
  6. K'nahli's long, slender ears flicked and twitched suddenly upon hear K'zhumi's agitated call for assistance. Having been engrossed in her own thoughts, she had completely forgotten about the injured K'luha who lay just out of sight in the back of the carriage. The shaman's harsh voice sliced through the air like a steel-tipped arrow aimed directly for the blue-haired huntress, as she would have had herself believe. It was a welcomed excuse. Perhaps with that, someone else could tend to the unsavoury introductions of the outsider. Hastily, K'nahli turned away from the group; her powerful legs taking her toward the chocobo cart that lay just outside of the camp's borders with the quick strides of a jog. Numerous, soft clouds of saffron were kicked up into the air behind her, creating a faint trail that almost seemed to dance in the wind before being carried away by the gentle, rolling, desert breeze. As she drew closer to K'zhuzu's alleged son she couldn't help but to allow her eyes to flick toward him for a brief moment. A sharp glance passed over his form only to retreat away once again before she believed he would have felt her stare. Subtle and short-lived as it was, the girl was sizing the male up; determining his strength and potential should he be foolish enough to try and stir up trouble later on. Just as quickly as her thoughts had turned to the male however, they had removed themselves from him once again, satisfied with her assessment, as she eagerly made her way toward the back of the carriage from where she would take her first glance inside and see K'luha for the first time since she had left the camp. ".....!" The girl's vibrant eyes immediately grew wide with shock upon beholding the feeble stranger who lay weakly on K'tahjha's lap. It was a very strange, almost unnerving sight to behold. The proud and independent K'luha - as K'nahli had always known her - had never been one to show weakness, and yet seeing her like this now was enough to make even K'nahli feel compelled with worry. The woman was in far worse shape than she could have imagined. The girl's maroon eyes refused to remove themselves from the sight before her, fixated and interrupted only by a few uncertain blinks as though she were verifying that her eyes were not deceiving her. K'zhumi, quick to uphold her duties, had already made a start on helping K'luha in whatever way that she could, but even so, the wounded miqo'te was still clearly in a lot of pain. K'nahli remained idle on the spot as she hesitated for a second or two longer before she finally clambered into the carriage and placed herself alongside her pitiful aunt. "Where does... it hurt?" the girl asked hesitantly as her eyes scanned across K'luha's fragile body, unsure of where to place her hands without causing further pain in the process. Did her pain extend beyond her hip? It didn't look like it but she certainly did not want to risk it. With an injury like this, K'nahli remained unsure of how they could move her safely back into the camp by hand. Her countenance was unmistakably scrawled with total shell-shock as her glance moved from face to face, searching for proper instruction for what to do next.
  7. A wave of sheer relief had washed over K'nahli from the moment K'deiki and K'ile had both intervened. A soft sigh escaped past her tinted lips as she sought a momentary comfort from gazing into the sand that crunched and shifted beneath her feet. In truth, she was doubtful that she could have said anything that would have succeeded in even slightly pacifying the nunh's temper. He was a good man, no.. a great man..... one who sought only the best for his family. The girl blinked slowly in thought. But even so, he was still just another person to whom K'nahli had difficult expressing herself to. Her words, were she able to so much as even find them, would likely never reach him. A few seconds had passed before she tilted her head upward to study him once again. Though she could clearly see his lips moving, she had now grown deaf to the entire exchange as she fell into an unknown world of her own. The aggression that sought to control him was clearer than any Sagolii sky as it rolled expressively through his every body movement to the point that it could almost be felt bubbling, fervently and deeply within his veins. His anger was an unusual concoction, an elixir created through the many secret and fermenting emotions that had long remained hidden beneath his stern yet unafflicted appearance. It seemed to be only now that the girl was realising the truth. At the heart of it all, he was still only miqo'te. Relied upon by many but seemingly leaning on no-one else in turn. K'mih had quietly been K'nahli's source of comfort since the days of the Calamity, a person to which she could reveal her more fragile side to when she had felt the need to, someone from whom she needn't shield her emotions in fear of ridicule or further heartache; but... who did K'yohko have? The girl blinked slowly as she fell down into the depths of her own pressing thoughts. To the perceptive of those whom did not know the girl, she may have subtly hinted towards an expression of worry and even concern. It would not be a simple task to forget what K'mih had told her, she thought to herself as she bit the inside of her lower lip - but... K'yohko was not to blame for that. It was wrong and childish of her to turn her disapproval toward the situation on him when he, blind to what K'nahli herself had known, had done nothing to deserve it. She would not lie to herself. She wanted to be able to talk to him, to say something that might help calm him down and soothe his mind - even if it was only a feeling born now out of her own guilt upon seeing him behave like this; but that, as she well knew, was not something that she had any affinity for. Her father was hurt, that much was obvious. Though his wounds lay a secret beyond what his flesh alone could betray, and despite everything, even this small feeling of familiarity and closeness that had presented itself in the form of his sudden anger, she felt that she could never help him. She observed alone and in silence as the older tribekin continue to converse in a fashion that, had she been listening, would have proven to appeared more like a contest of spitting violently, contrasting opinions. Though the focus had moved away from the stranger and instead came to be a disagreement between K'yohko and the firedancer K'ile, it still carried with it it's own form of tension, though not one that would be found to be of any concern to K'nahli. The girl's expression softened into something akin to relief for a moment. In the end, K'yohko did not entirely submit to his emotions. "I will trust you, K'nahli, to see to it that this outsider does not cause more trouble when he is left alone." The mere mention of her name had caught the girl off-guard, sound suddenly returning to the world around her as her father's voice claimed her back into the realm. Maroon eyes - that had grown wide with surprise - traveled across the saffron sands on which they stood to meet with K'yohko's brief gaze. His mauve eyes were as sharp as ever as he requested, no, commanded her assistance with the matter of the outsider. The girl shifted uncomfortably on the spot at the mere thought of involving herself with the outsider's business. Had it been at any other time she likely would have immediately contested such a request and sought a more reasonable person to pass such an unfavourable duty on to. Though this time it felt very, very different. All that she could do was oblige. A hesitant nod was the girl's only answer as her eyes fled to the corner's of her eyes as though trying to hide her obvious disdain for having been bestowed with such a mundane task. After a few seconds, her gaze once again sought out K'yohko's large form as it briskly departed from the group; alone. She continued to watch his large, muscular back as he hastily abandoned the scene, and hopefully his uncharacteristic anger, behind him. Though his sudden request had stolen some of her attention away from her personal concerns, it still lingered stubbornly somewhere within the depths of her own thoughts. What was this strange feeling tugging at her heart?
  8. K'nahli's ears twitched suddenly with anxiety as K'yohko gave the order for the huntresses to raise their arms in readiment. The harsh vibrancy of her maroon eyes glowed brightly like a flickering, morning campfire that contested Azeyma's overwhelming dominance as her gaze fell upon the large and unmovable silhouette that placed himself between the unfamiliar miqo'te and his family. The nunh's large shadow almost seemed to extend to infinity behind them as he stood alone before the outsider, defiant as he saw fit. The young girl breathed a soft sigh to herself that sounded almost critical to his sudden behaviour, though her eyes would refuse to detach themselves from the scene before her. Her natural reaction begged her to walk away and give the silly scene no further merit by standing by as a spectator... but in truth, she didn't know. As her eyes slowly moved from one male to the other, observing every subtle hint of body language and facial expression from the pair, she grew less and less sure of herself. Less and less sure that she actually knew her father as well as she had thought. ("....would he..?") Half a step was taken forward towards the towering form of her father as concern slowly took a firm hold over the young huntress's body. Should she intervene? Say something? Do something? Was this outsider even worth the trouble it might cause for her to do so? She was already on rough terms with her father as it stood. She hadn't even spoke to him properly since he last scolded her. Still, she edged just a little closer every now and then... holding out hope that things would resolve themselves before she felt compelled to invade the scene... and also hoping that she would not come to her decision too late. K'yohko claimed the girl's final glance as she moved a little closer toward the front of the group once again. His defiance was not misplaced... though perhaps his aggression was. What was he capable of, the girl wondered?
  9. Hahaha, yes! Every time I saw a post about people claiming there was too much negativity or implying that people were being too aggressive or pushy... I was left scratching my head. Just because someone disagrees or challenges another person's idea in an effort to understand them better doesn't mean you are criticizing or mocking them. In any case, someone else mentioned something along the lines of "I don't need to have experienced a broken leg to RP it", well unless I am mistaken I don't think anyone said that. Empathizing with a character doesn't mean you have to 100% understand their feelings on the matter, just make a genuine effort towards it. Most of my characters' situations are likely ones that I have ever gone through myself, same thing applies to their complicated emotions. If you don't try to understand how your character would REALLY think and act when certain things happen to them, then he/she is just going to turn out a little random and not remain consistent at all, right?
  10. I've played a character before that has nailed a woman (literally with carpenter nails) naked to a table and interrogated her by skinning a tattoo off her hip and tossing it down on her face. He finally got her to talk by preparing to slice off her finger to show her the ring she was wearing, having her tell him it had come from her husband, and threatening to have them find her husband to torture him as well. It was fun, it was tense, it was dramatic, it was absolutely 100% not something I'd ever want to empathize with. I've had a great many heroic roleplaying characters in my time, but I've also played characters that, at various times, have burned down an orphanage after killing everyone inside, had a witness killed and disposed of in order to get a murderer acquitted, and had one character bring a yearlong forum RP thread end by killing his own fiancee on behalf of his employer after leaving his entire gang to death. My post was targeted specifically towards the OP's experiences. Of course there are exceptions out there too but I was simply making a broad claim rather than a universal one. In your case where you play a character you morally despise then I guess it would be a case where you are getting most of your enjoyment from the reactions and developments of the characters around you, though if I am mistaken then by all means correct me. In any case, I'm sure you can at least empathise with other peoples' characters. This precisely. If you can't even try to understand how your character thinks then you are just setting yourself up for inconsistencies and random OOC behaviour when compared to past events. Even if a character had something coming to them, its still very possible to feel sympathy for them on some level(actually, K'nahli is a fine example of that).
  11. Unless you're a creature that lacks the ability to empathize then I don't see how you could not experience strong or harsh emotions for your characters. I have felt a variety of things through, or on behalf on my characters, even if they themselves didn't. In addition, I have also been through a lot when exposed to other characters even when I was totally uninvolved with the scene taking place or even so much as not even having ever roleplayed with the character. This is what makes RP exciting and interesting. If you couldn't feel anything from it then I don't understand why one would do it in the first place.
  12. On the next episode of Amiable Andre: (I took that so long ago but I found it funny how Clover unwittingly took something very similar. It seems he likes girls with that hairstyle.. to the point of having boundary issues..)
  13. The curious onlookers that had gathered near the tribe's entrance quickly grew in number. The faint yet familiar scent that was strewn along by the whispering winds presented itself humbly to the occupied girl's heightened senses, though it had remained mostly ignored up until now. Abandoning the task of preparing the sad excuse for meat they had to offer behind, K'nahli returned to her feet and slowly edged her way closer to the group that had congregated nearby. Her perceptive, maroon eyes were quickly guided along by the prevalent scent of a younger sister as they immediately sought out a pink-haired girl that had already participated alongside the other miqo'te. "......" K'nahli quietly veered herself away to the opposing side of the group, far enough away so that K'mih would not spot her as easily. The two sisters were not on bad terms, nor did K'nahli believe that K'mih harboured any negative thoughts toward her since the previous day. Though something still felt off about simply accompanying her younger sister as though all was normal. She watched her for a very brief moment before blinking and allowing her eyes to then travel nonchalantly out toward the carriage that had come to a halt several yalms away. The simple scene that had become an odd spectacle for the tribekin revealed two older yet familiar figures - alongside another one that she had never seen before. Their presence, though unusual, failed to so much as make the girl blink. There was not much that seemed to surprise her these days. Still however, she remained. Curious to see as to what events would transpire from this unexpected arrival.
  14. I would appreciate the spot but if there is only a slot for a WHM then that's very fine too. Should it come to that then I think I can still go with another group if necessary.
  15. I was wondering if it was a five levels thing but I didn't get around to testing it. Since its recurring I'll definitely try leveling to 14. Thank you very much.
  16. Sorry for this perhaps silly question but yesterday I noticed that the reason my retainer wasn't leveling up was because she had stopped earning experience and I am unsure why. She is a level 8 Marauder while I, myself, am level 13. Is there any reason why she wouldn't be earning experience?
  17. Ehehehehe.... >w< ;;;;; *so happy*
  18. I am skeptical but they were using our emotes. Also, unless I am mistaken, I remember something similar in a previous video(in which case the subjects were PCs).
  19. Um... maybe I am misunderstanding but if you really can get the Scions' outfits I will be so happy @@!!! I mean, I'd be pretty sad to see NPC clones running about as I usually would, but there are one or two parts of Minfilla's that I really wanted considering the lack of variety already available TwT ;;;;; Please Square.... TwT!!
  20. I must have had this tab open a while without refreshing, ignore the reply ~
  21. Thank you for this! I overlooked the fact that you could use your phone in place of buying an actual token. I will fully appreciate an additional return (*-*)
  22. Welcome to the forums and server! ^^/ I hope you manage to settle in as soon as possible and find yourself quickly thrown in among ongoing plots(assuming that's what you want). I'm not actively playing the game myself anymore but the RP community here is just wonderful. I'm sure you'll come to enjoy it really soon. Good luck with your character and above all, have fun! ^^
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