Edda

This is... slightly unrelated, but a word of advice. If the game does eat your emote, simply resending it won't do the trick - even in different channels. Once that particular block of text is sucked into the void, it can never again be given life by you. You will have to re-type it, and I would strongly recommend using completely different wording as to prevent it from happening again. Careful. Some people are really slow typers, and even then how slow they are depends on how much text and detail they are putting into their emotes. Some people even proof-read their stuff, which is a fucking trial with the in-game chat system. Be patient. That being said, I would be glad to approach you at some point, though I must confess I do not know your in-game name at all.

Yes! The blondes are uniting, and we're here to take over Ishgard. Best prepare your butts, Eorzea, cuz Ishgard is going to get a lot better now that's all about blackjack, hookers, and that one "I SAID HEY" song that's stuck in your head now, you're welcome.

Thank the Gods. Finally the (tied for) best FF gets the attention it deserves.

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My writing. The blurry line between being so heavy-handed and obvious with Edda's TWUE FEEWINGS that people get annoyed with how trope-y it might seem, and being vague enough that people perceive her as a boring bitch and OOCly want nothing to do with me. Also, those that I have put considerable time and effort into RP with, and yet Edda does not seem to exist to their characters outside of our own, personal RP. I am still uncertain as to how that works, so maybe it's normal. RP is very complicated. I actively avoid making Edda the center of attention, in any situation, ever, since there seems to be some huge stigma associated with that kind of behavior (intentional or otherwise!). But at what point does it become too much, and not enough when your RP is not treated as significant? LEL this probably makes no goddamn sense but whatever. Either way I am aware that my RP tends to be suck and am grateful to those that appreciate it, everyone is so great.

A post for some characters that haven't had a gif yet. Spread the love!

I'm the loser that likes everything. I'll take it all, really. All it takes to sustain my interest is complex character interactions. Things get boring if everyone gets along perfectly, all the time. To me, emotional drain at the end of a long session is my 100% satisfied signifier - not that it's required, I certainly wouldn't expect it after some light comedic RP, but damn do I love it. Long (LOOOONG) plots, short plots, no plots - I don't care so long as conflict, character development, and fun conversation make an appearance at some point. I'm still relatively new to RP, so I have yet to try everything, but I want to!

holy fuckballs i got a character onto Balmung THANKS OBAMA

Balmung is too damn big.

J-J-Japanese audio master race! I always wondered about why they changed his dialogue and mannerisms so egregiously (and I always threw shit around about it too, but that is neither here nor there), so it's nice to finally have an open acknowledgement and reason. Even if it is kind of a crappy one... but I do understand. Next they're going to apologize for killing him, right? I love you Haurchefant. I love you.

There are plenty of players whose display names are not their character's real name, just what they're widely known as. If it's like a one-time alias I can see why someone might be miffed, but if it's the name they introduce themselves as I think it's preferred to have that as the display name. Most people who do this list their real name in their search info. If someone still gets pissed over that, wow. Cheap and lazy? Ignore that shit.

I recant my previous answer. It finally happened. Certainly didn't see that shit coming... Damn me and my... easily overflowed tear ducts! It'll never happen again.

Why Didn't we get Shovel Knight!? D: Nintendo need da monies. Shovel Knight is not nearly as iconic as Cloud. MONIES.

Hm hm hm. Well, alright. As someone who plays a similar character type, I am going to parrot what Liadan and Alueaux said. Edda's family and retainers are 100% NPC, and even then they rarely, if ever, come up in any RP I do with anyone. That's not to say you have to do that, but not many people RP retainers, and even less are willing to play a character that is at the constant beck and call of another - especially for a player they do not know. I would advise against actively seeking for this. Bodyguards are much more doable however, though not necessarily in the way that you'd like. There are a lot of mercenary-type PCs running around that would probably be happy to do some bodyguard RP, though I would not expect a subservient relationship from them. Perhaps it would be fun to explore the dynamics of a pampered rich girl and a mouthy ruffian that are bound by coin? Just an idea!

It would be nice but I don't recall an event set being dyable Lightning stuff is dyeable now, right? It just took a while. Wait, and hold out hope!

y5rDgwhLkEE I've never played a 2hu game. I don't really care about 2hu. I don't even particularly like 2hus. But god damn if the doujin music isn't catchy as all hell...

Damn, I've always wanted Minfie's teat slider, but bound to that outfit and for 15 dollarydoos? No thanks.

There was little doubt, to Edda, of her growing lack of wonderment in Ishgard. What was once an inhospitable but fascinating land now seemed more of a second cage than anything else, and upon her return to the city, the young woman swore to never step foot outside once more unless absolutely necessary. It was so very cold, and in this state, returning in such a manner, what cause would there be? Surely what business she would have here, however minimal, could be conducted indoors, where no one would interfere, or care. And so she called Khadai to her, hastily, as it were, as if it were some great emergency. James was out, and she had much on her mind. This changed things. Everything looked different to her now, and perhaps seeing the Xaela again would force her to decide just what it is she wanted. She needed to know, and so too did Khadai. It was his every right. Yet that man returned, and with him every doubt she carried in her heart. There would be no peace with him present, and so Edda bid Khadai to leave, once more unsure. She felt cruel in doing so, but the vision in which she saw him fulfilling her one desire had begun to fade and tear at the seams, and as he left she felt her breath freeze in her chest. It was far too soon, now, for her to ask of him such a deed. Her father had given her a task, and she would not run from it yet. While the original purpose Khadai would fill was but a shadow of a memory, she still had a need of him. It was too soon for her to arouse suspicion, and yet too soon for anything to go awry. She steeled herself, as she called him over the linkpearl once more. It had been some time since they last spoke, and she half expected him to have changed his attitude towards her completely. She would not be able to blame him, for that. He agreed, and Edda awaited the man at the Forgotten Knight, in front of the large hearth in the center room. It was mid-morning, and so the dining area was not as busy as it usually was. Here they would be undisturbed, or so she hoped. She carried with her a small parcel, easily opened. If he was cross with her it would be a useless gesture, but still she felt the need to try. He nearly surprised her, as she waited. Despite his size he made little noise as he descended the stairs and made his way to her, but his stature and the feel of his stare was noticeable enough. “We must speak.” The timbre of his voice was unmistakable. Edda turned to face him and smiled with some apprehension. He had proven himself to be a direct and unsubtle man, but such an approach from him was a new one. She tilted her head. “Is there something on your mind?” “We did not finish our previous discussion. You must define the terms of our agreement, and the parameters in which I am to fight for you.” His trademark frown creased his face, punctuating the taciturn and direct statement. “Very well.” She chuckled lightly. Her surprise at receiving orders from the Au Ra had already begun to subside. “Though I am loathe to admit it, it seems I have been put in quite a… precarious position.” She turned to look back into the fire and frowned. “I will be requiring your protection, though it would be less of a call to arms for you, and more of a request of constant vigilance. It is fine if you do not agree.” It may be better if you do not, she felt like saying, but it would only serve to confuse. The apprehension stayed with her. It felt as if she would be fine for the rest of her life, and as if she would be killed tomorrow. Khadai nodded, a look of relief crossing his features. It was good that she said no more. “My agreement is irrelevant. If that is to be my function, then I will fulfill it. Am I to accompany you at all times?” His query was a straightforward one, devoid of any resentment she would expect from nearly anyone. Edda looked at him from the side, gauging him quietly. “That would be expected of you, yes. Yet I am not so cruel as to request that of you. You came here for your own purpose, not to sit at my feet like a dog.” Her tone sounded far more acerbic than she liked, and she gave the man a cross look. “But for the sake of my own appearances, I would ask that you greet me in the mornings and… “…Perhaps stand watch, during the night,” she said slowly. It sounded far worse now that it had been put into words. “But only if I request it. It will rarely occur, if ever,” she added hastily. Even now she could not imagine a circumstance where she would ask him for such a thing. The idea did not seem to suit either of their characters. “Will you be staying at the home we met in prior?” “Yes.” He nodded. “I will do this, then.” His lack of protest surprised her. Of all the outcomes she might have expected, this felt by far the most unlikely. “I… see. Most suns I will send you away if I’ve no need of you, so you will be free to pursue whatever it is you wish during such times, but,” she paused, and her arms tightened around the parcel she held at her chest. “On such suns, perhaps if you have nothing planned…” She trailed off. He tilted his head. Dealing with her seemed quite a chore. “Call for me when you wish for my accompaniment, and I will come.” “R-right.” Edda pursed her lips, then turned to him suddenly. She took a step forward and held out the parcel to him. “These are for you. Perhaps when there is nothing to do, we can, um.” She cut herself off and looked to the ceiling, looking for the right word. “Learn, I suppose.” Khadai stared at the parcel curiously before gingerly taking them into his gauntleted hands, and glanced into the opening. Inside was a collection of slim books, all varying sizes, clearly meant for children – or at least for children with parents wealthy enough to afford them an education. “These are… books,” he murmured, more to himself than to Edda. He twisted and turned the parcel in his hands, his expression puzzled. “This will… teach me the Continent’s written word?” She nodded. “Yes, in theory. All it takes is practice and a basic foundation, and it is simple enough.” She smiled and shifted her weight. What an awkward feeling. She had never taught anyone a thing before, with no experience or known ability to, yet the urge was there. “I am more than happy to help you get started, though I imagine you will get a handle on it quite quickly, constantly exposed to our words as you are.” He returned her nod with one of his own. “If you are certain, then I accept. I have taken on the profession of hunting.” He raised a hand to pat a set of mylodon horns hanging from a large hook attached to his belt. “This profession will occupy much of my time… but when you call, I will answer.” “Thank you, Khadai. Truly.” She looked up at Khadai and examined him from head to toe, smiling softly. There was a small bout of silence, a bit awkward, but it passed quickly enough. Eventually, she shook her head. “I do not mean to keep you. Go,” she motioned idly with her hand. “Resume whatever it is you were doing. Please call me if you have need of anything.” He tilted his head in the other direction. “If you are willing, I do have need of your knowledge at the moment.” Her eyes widened in surprise. That had been unexpected. Her heart skipped a beat. “Of- of course. What is it?” The Xaela reached behind him and pulled out a fairly sizeable leather purse, filled with gil. He held the purse out in both hands towards her. “I do not know how to manage this Continent’s currency. The stern woman offered such guidance, but now I find such a thing to be a burden to carry, given that I do not know how to exchange it properly. For now, I ask that you keep track of my currencies in my stead, and store it for me in a safe location.” Edda frowned at the sack of gil and took it, weighing it in her arms gingerly. Here was a request she was perfectly confident in being able to fulfill, but for some reason it brought her little joy. “Do you not use it to buy food or drink? On a regular basis?” “I do. I have discerned the number of currency needed, and have appropriated the correct amount.” He gestured to the purse. “This is excess that I cannot carry without difficulty.” She chuckled softly and brought the gil purse close to her chest. “I will do so, then. It will be kept safe and secure, and I shall keep track of the amount as well.” She paused. “You have done well for yourself.” He shrugged. “Without knowing the value, I cannot gauge my own success in this endeavor.” “Be that as it may, a small success is still success.” “It is simple, straightforward work, and though I am no hunter, I am capable of using my skills as required.” Edda allowed his words to sink in for a moment, her expression sobering. “…Are you content?” “I do not understand the meaning behind your question.” She sighed. Of course he would not. She was not, would never be, the one to ask such a thing. “Never mind. It was a silly question.” Khadai glanced at her quizzically but did not press the issue. “Call when I am required, and I will come to your side.” His black tabard swept along his legs and close to the floor as he turned and strode out of the establishment.

No, surprisingly enough. I cry at the drop of a hat too when it comes to... most anything. Perhaps it is because I have not RP'd anything particularly sad, or particularly cathartic with Edda yet... just disturbing and sobering stuff. I walk away from RP feeling drained more than anything else, like butter spread over too much bread. Especially recently, I'll finish a session and feel like I never want to RP again. But I always come back. Like a bad drug.

Eder Eglantine. Still rich. Still blonde. Still running away from his TRUE FEELINGS. Possibly slightly more tsun, but this might render him more popular with the opposite sex compared to his current incarnation. He may be a cold-shoulder-giving Mama's Boy but in reality he just wants to be close to a select few and eat decadent desserts with them. So... not much changes.

Perhaps I'm undervaluing how far they go, then; How you describe them is how I've always hit cooldowns through dungeons. I haven't had a problem in any of the new dungeons that weren't related to mechanics specifically, so I'll just check my tank privilege at the door and back out of the conversation. :cactuar: Yeah you know me, biggest privilege checker on this side of the Internet. Seriously you'd think tanks staggering CDs would be basic knowledge, but some tanks just don't use them... ever! At all! Then again one tank that I had that never used CDs in The Vault I also had to ask to stop spinning the mobs with a monk and ninja in the group... And no, he wasn't dodging anything, just... spinning. It's a doggy dog world out there in DF... Keep staggering your CDs and godspeed.

I don't doubt healers saying this, but the math doesn't line up. Paladin and Dark Knight have (can't speak to WAR) got tanky cooldowns on long timers, and if you're doing one pack at a time you're either spreading them out (so you're only buffed for 15~ seconds per pack) or you're dumping them all at once and being unprotected on the following pull. If your DPS is shredding things so quickly that you kill everything in those 15 seconds, you've definitely not got them up again for the next pull. If your DPS takes forever to kill anything, then those 15 seconds amount to even less mitigation. Maybe it's a WAR thing? I'm not sure how Defiance works compared to Grit or Shield Oath. Still very strange, though. I've not leveled a tank class past 50 yet, so I'm no expert, but from my own experiences in The Vault, the best tanks stagger their CDs. That does not mean one is always up at every moment, but they are present enough to make a difference, believe me. A good tank that uses their CDS properly is far more than just a tank that takes less damage, as well, at least for me. When I do not have to baby a tank, I get to DPS instead, which allows trash pulls to drop much faster, thus lessening the importance of the duration of tank CDs. Not all healers do this, however, and I'm not willing to give up my damage in order to see what that's like, so... No comment there. The Vault is the only HW dungeon where I've had to give up most of my damage to baby crappy tanks, though, since the damage can be pretty unreal. I just wanted my exp.

Gear means little in The Vault if your tank is not properly using their CDs. I have seen it often enough, and with the large amount of damage dealt in The Vault, it is usually the fault of the tank for not taking trash pulls, let alone bosses, seriously. Many times I have queued in progress Vaults as a healer to hear "oh the healer sucked" only to find... Well, whether they did or did not is irrelevant, but the tank is never so stellar themselves in such scenarios. If the tanks ARE using their CDs properly and you still have issues, you will need to adjust your play style to better deal with the huge difficulty spike The Vault has.

I am all about this. In fact, I am probably about it too much. The hardest part of any game for me is the "name your character screen," by far. I go HAM with this stuff, and I won't rest until each name makes sense in the ways I find most pleasing. To start, I chose the family name Eglantine for a variety of different reasons. Tracing the word back far enough will bring you to the Latin root word acus, which can translate to thorny, spiny, or needle. Needle I liked, as it fits with the family's most public and prided profession, weaving. On top of that, Eglantine is another name for the sweet briar flower. Having grown up with a mother that is quite the botanist due to her profession, I have a great love of the scientific names for plants and the language of flowers. In fact, the entirety of Edda's family is built around that. The sweet briar (it's a wild rose) translates to both "poetry" and "a wound to heal." The second meaning I like quite a bit, as it fits with the tone of Edda's family, as well as the character herself - in many different ways, depending on how you look at it! There's like two other small reasons I chose this name but I'm already gushing. For the name Edda, I've been using that as my go-to healer name since I first started playing MMOs. Thankfully, it fits, but I would also be lying if I said the character wasn't somewhat built around the name... The name itself has many different meanings depending on which part of Europe you trace it to. "Great-grandmother," "with clear goals," "noble," "inheritance," and "poetic" are the most common. It fits! It really fits. And yes, if you were choosy her name could basically translate to "Poetic Poetry." Intentional, believe it or not. The thought and care I put into this crap also extends towards Edda's NPC family as well. Eamon, her father, essentially means "wealthy protector." His first-born son Esmond, means "graceful protector." Aaaaand etc for the entire family... All whilst confining myself to 'E' names. I have a problem. Fun Fact: Because I love fleshing out kooky families, each child born into the family receives a "true name" on their 16th nameday (because fuck if the initials E.E. don't get confusing on the family tree) that acts as their confidential middle name. All of said names are - you guessed it - the names of flowers/plants, and are given to suit the nature of the person, or the parent's hopes for them. Edda's begins with an M! I wonder what it could be... I wrote a lot. I told you I went HAM.

I love you, Tamsin. I love you.