Edda

Franz Renatus >> :< Franz Renatus >> I'll take a nap in a little bit. I promise Iron Sea: You wanna party up with us Edda? >> Franz Renatus: Fuck you. Edda Eglantine: Yes. Edda Eglantine: Pass me lead, though. Iron Sea invites you to a party. You join Iron Sea's party. (Edda Eglantine) Pass me lead please. (Iron Sea) I needed my life to be complete (Franz Renatus) she just wants to kick me out (Edda Eglantine) Correct. (Aeylis Bloodbinder) LOL Iron Sea has promoted you to party leader. Franz Renatus was removed from the party. (Iron Sea) I do whatever she says (Iron Sea) LOL Franz Renatus >> ;_; (Aeylis Bloodbinder) ahaha (Iron Sea) She did it! (Let it not be said that those who ignore my hard-to-earn well-wishes and concern do not suffer my wrath.) I am secretly tsundere.

This is the story of our static as well. Our SMN gets ALL the loot, and everything else is duplicate drops week after week. I think half our raid has the healing helm and tonban now, as well as the striking belt. Casting and aiming boots are also a frequent turn up. I think we've seen only two new pieces of loot from 10-12 for three weeks in a row now. OTL

Go in to help some people in Turn 9 as a DPS for the first time EVER. 'Know what I'm doing' but don't really "know what I'm doing." Immediately get my shit fukken wrecked by Lunar Dynamo + Meteor Streams. Cry softly. I'll just... stick to WHM for T9, thanks. But for stuff that's actually challenging, solo healing parts of Turn 13 is always fun.

You did the right thing. It is not just the responsibility of the tanks to protect their healers. A healer cannot be expected to keep up a group doing a mass pull if they are being attacked. Also: Anyone who ever talks about how progressed they are in Coils as a show of skill in 4-man content is a Shitter. No exceptions.

Just Some Random Shit

Well, there WAS a queue system, it was just a trial to get to that point. Once you hit the queue you were basically golden, but good luck getting there, especially during peak hours. Your only choice was to sit and spam character select until you finally hit the queue, if you got lucky. Then of course, there were the select few that realized you could make a macro to have your computer spam NumPad 0 over and over and simulate the log-in process... Set up macro. Go make coffee. Welcome to Eorzea. But then the automatic log-out timers came, and the problem died down. Although I do have to wonder why they got rid of the timers at all, especially for higher population servers. Seems like they would still serve a purpose. I don't do alts so I haven't tried making another character on Balmung since beta, but I imagine just after maintenance would be the only chance these days, considering how many people I see afk for fucking days on end.

I want in on this.

Definitely not.

BATTEN DOWN THE HATCHES

Dunno what he was doing then, but he was all out of MP and not tanking in the slightest. Your DPS was just TOO STRONK.

Yeah sure... Kudos to Franz for BLUE BALLING me. Again.

I find it's even easier to get SOME DPS up as SCH than it is for WHM. Mostly because a one-two punch of Adlo and Stoneskin means you can at the very least drop a Swiftcast Shadow Flare and a Miasma II before the enemies eat through it and your tank actually starts to take damage. Heck, with Aetherflow stacks, you can save a couple for a Lustrate or two before dropping out of Cleric Stance to do some normal healing. Plus, you have your Fairy throwing around Embraces like it ain't no thang. Exactly. It's MUCH easier for SCH to throw up some DPS even with a weak tank, even if it's a but less burst-y than WHM. Having Stoneskin + Adlo on the tank before he pulls, Cleric Stance Swiftcast Shadowflare, Bio II-Miasma-Bio one add, Bane, Miasma II if you have the time, drop out of stance and heal. If your tank is geared, you shouldn't even need lustrates. At lower levels, Eos and Selene can solo heal all the dungeons before Brayflox (save for Qarn NM and to a lesser degree, Cutter's Cry), so there is no excuse to not be a full-time Cleric Stance Scholar in those dungeons. Whenever I see a low level SCH just standing around in a dungeon with their thumbs up their ass... my creys.

P much this. Benediction is wholly unnecessary if your tank isn't trash. The delay IS annoying for Benediction, and I've caused wipes because of it before, but learning when to time it is key (shitter white mages need not apply). For mass pulls, start off with divine seal, a Cure 2/Regen, and Eye for an Eye if you feel it's necessary. Cleric Stance, Holy THREE times, drop out of stance, heal the tank, repeat if necessary (it shouldn't be unless you're carrying two i90 DPS). So long as your tank isn't horribly under-geared, any WHM should be capable of at least this much. I will say it loud and I will say it proud - If you do not contribute any DPS in any way, shape, or form as a healer, you are playing your class incorrectly.

Fucking Snowcloak man. Like, just because I'm an i120 WHM doesn't mean you can you pull the adds up to the polar bear with a monk and a ninja in the party and expect me to be able to keep you alive after you run out of cooldowns. Mass trash pulls are a race against time, and with the wrong group comp... Sorry broski, it's not gonna work out. Someone has to die first - the adds, or you.

Edda's breath stuck in her throat as she watched Miette. The feeling of Franz wrenching his arm out of her grip was not unexpected, but the memory of it sat in Edda's heart like a glacier. The sight of him recoiling as if burnt was enough - a feeling of cold washed over her body, and she could only stare back at Franz as he spoke to her, and could only stand stock still as he left. Edda watched in silence as Miette moved Franz back into his room after he fell. She felt a chill run down her spine, seeing him like that, and tucked her hands into her sleeves. There was a part in her that wanted to run forward and see how badly he was hurt, but her legs felt like lead, and the thought in itself seemed dangerous as well. "Is he still breathing?" She wanted to ask, but it felt daft of her to say. Miette had far more expertise in such things, and would have been able to tell without Edda prompting her to check. "Did you put him somewhere comfortable?" A wretched thought. It was kind enough of Miette to move him in the first place, and Edda had not the strength to help with lifting him to his bed. When Miette returned, Edda cracked a small smile at Miette. "I'm alright," she managed to croak out. "Thank you, Miette." Edda shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. A part of her wanted to embrace Miette and cry into her chest, as she had done some nights before. But although her throat felt restricted and tense - a familiar omen of oncoming tears - she found herself stalled at that point. Instead, Edda turned and went to bed, slipping under the sheets fully clothed. She closed her eyes and found not one moment of sleep. After lying awake for several bells, Edda rose and exited her room. She closed her door, careful not to wake anyone, and entered Franz's room across the hall. The door did not open all the way, stuck on one of his legs, where he was unceremoniously deposited on the wood floor of his room. Edda tiptoed around him to take a blanket and pillow off of his bed. She draped the blanket over him twice, setting it on him the short way by accident the first time. She knelt down by his head and lifted it with one hand, still covered by her sleeve, careful not to touch him directly. She slipped the pillow under his head and stood, observing him for a moment - sprawled on his belly on the floor, his neck twisted painfully to the side. The arrow on the tray remained, and Edda figured it best to not remove it. Satisfied, Edda returned to her room to finally sleep. It would be easy to pretend as if it wasn't her - such a simple kindness would be expected of Jancis or Reinette. Before she drifted to sleep, the words from her heart that she had been unable to say flooded into her mind. The chance to say them was lost now, perhaps for good - but he was unhurt, and for now, that was enough.

Am... Am I cute?

I ruined this ship once, and I'll do it again. You also fixed it. Yeah, so I can ruin it... again. Obviously.

"Yes, there it is again..." Edda shifted in her seat, swinging her legs off the chair to let her feet touch the floor. "Such a scornful side to you, and how easily provoked it is now." Edda spoke softly into her shoulder, her head turned to the side, away from Franz. "And yet, I wonder - if perhaps I'm the only..." Edda did not finish her thought, and instead stood and walked over to the door in three great strides. She grabbed Franz by his free wrist, as if her pathetic strength would ever be enough to prevent him from leaving. She tugged on his arm once, and looked straight into his eyes. They stood close, Edda's frame still small against the luxury of her room, her eyes wild with emotion that could not be placed. "Of course I can see you," Edda hissed at him, her voice low and shaking, as if she were near tears. There was a redness in her eyes that could only be seen while close. "Just as you see me. And what primal pleasure you must have felt, seeing me in such a state. What pain could there have been? The same pain you felt when I ceased to trust you? The kind of pain you experienced when I provoked you into violence? The pain that I inflict by doing anything I can to see you miserable?" She tightened her grip on his wrist and drew in closer. Her expression broke, her brow knitted and her eyes bright with a thin sheen of tears. "Is the truth not difficult for all of us?" Her voice grew even quieter. "I would not have you lie to me, but I cannot bear these acts of kindness, either. I am not so weak as you seem to think, yet I know I've done nothing to deserve your charity." Edda glances to the empty tray in his hand, the memory of warm food that had stuck in her throat, tight with unbidden emotion. "Do you not see me?" She looked back to Franz, and with her free hand traced a small line on his forehead. It was a ghosting touch, close to where his third eye would be, now hidden. "Do you not remember that pain? Recall that, and all the poison I've said to you, and what damage I've caused- Recall that, and look me in the eye and tell me I didn't deserve it."

"Help me?" Edda scowled very suddenly and looked down into her lap. "Don't be snide. Where were you- any of you before, then, if you had truly wanted to help me? You were already caught up in your own happenings that I was- just happened to be..." She bit her lip and made a small, frustrated noise in the back of her throat. "Did you only come here to lie to me? The only one who helped me was a perfect stranger at first, and I-" She stopped suddenly, he breath hitching in her throat. She covered her mouth with her hand, as if realizing something, or perhaps out of a short-lived reflex. Edda looked up at Franz with glassy eyes, fixated on that horrible third eye. "What do you want?" She asked after a long pause, her voice muffled behind her hand. Her voice was barely audible, quiet and distant, a sudden shift from her previous disposition, as if she had just now noticed Franz was in her room at all.

"You would like that, wouldn't you..." Edda shifted in her seat, turning on her side to face Franz fully. Her shoulder rest against the back of the seat, and lifted her feet up to rest on the chair once more. "Shameful of you- really... To say that we overcome them yes, but that- that does not mean it is so easy to forget." She closed her eyes in thought, a calm expression on her face that seemed is if it were recalling a distant memory. There was a long moment of silence, long enough to make it seem doubtful that she would answer Franz's question at all. "It was my brother, he- He was killed, during the..." Edda trailed off, feeling no need to complete the sentence. It was enough. She sunk further into the armchair and sighed. Her eyes remained closed, as if seeing Franz's face would be too much to bear.

I ruined this ship once, and I'll do it again.

That ugly smirk helped nothing, and Edda bristled noticeably. She set her feet on the floor, unfurling out of the cocoon she had curled herself into and sat upright, her spine set in rigid formality. "Of course you're allowed to worry," she began. "I simply know I've given you no cause to - at least in regards to me. Deny it all you like, but I'll play no part in your mummer's farce." She delivered her words with a clarity that she had not possessed since her return to Still Shore. Her expression faltered for a small moment, as if she were near tears. "You play games with me, Garlean." Edda leaned back in her chair and turned from the fire to look at Franz. "If ever you- You seem to-" The moment of clarity was gone, and Edda licked her lips, her brow furrowing. "There seems to be something you would like me to admit to you, so... Though I believe it is clear how you feel towards me, your motives I could, couldn't imagine." She frowned, displeased with the jumbled mess of her words, yet carried on. "What is it - exactly - you want to know?"

"That's none of your business!" Her body goes rigid, her voice cold and biting - a reminder of what it had once been before she had left. The words seem to leave her in a flurry of anger that she suddenly seems to regret. She attempts to relax once more, her body shrinking away from him and the light of the fire. "I'm sor-" She begins again before cutting herself off abruptly, like a bad reflex. "But it's not, is it? What cause is there in telling you anything? I don't even know why you're here, why you keep- keep pretending." Edda looks at him from the corner of her eye. There is a tiredness in her look, a foggy air around her that makes her presence seem far away, and out of reach.

:blush: No fair, Edda is so going to get over her whole Garlean fear and give him another lease on life. Plus with her fancy aether powers and his... convoluted ones.. Jancis just has some hero-adoration going on! ignorefranz.exe No, no, Jancis... Edda's aether is poison to all who touch her, even filthy Garleans. What he needs is the gentle and patient touch of a real woman, not someone who will shove her foot down his throat every time he looks a bit off. Not unless he's into that sort of thing...

Hahahaha... Awwwww-WAIT A SECOND. And no, "shitting on his lap" is not a typo. Franz, we are never RPing again. 3