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I'd be up for this. With either Jaques or my alt Ojune. Or both.

Pangolin! So much adorables! :love: But I raise you to... baby bats:

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Total scientist! <3

I cannot stop laughing at this gif:

Dat skirt.... :love: Also:

Just prop up a Caution: Wet Floors sign. I dont' think these floors will be dry anytime soon.

((No worries. Hope you enjoy your trip. )) Jaques takes a moment to mule over Val's words. He hadn't really considered the fact that for the recovering slaves here that accepting death at the hands of their masters or mistresses could be considered their final act of duty. He'd read about the often extended and violent deaths the ancestors to those here received down in this very basement and all he'd been stuck on where how exceptionally pointless it all was. It had further baffled him at how anyone could grant so much control over ones very self. But duty...? Duty meant a sort of honor, pride, and sometimes love that was greatly lacking in this exchange. Or was it...? It did make a sort of sense and he felt the rise of anger thinking of such things usually brought on. And for having never seen this connection. They often countered with 'it's just the way things are' whenever he tried to ask them why they let others do whatever they wished to them. Wouldn't he himself give similar response as to why he would, and had, step in to protect Vaughn? The main difference would be he would also say, I want to and I love him. Something the companions here were entirely unable to say as both things had been entirely forbidden. Did they have similar if unspoken thoughts? His musings were interrupted by Vaughn squeezing his waist and he realized he'd slipped into his own thoughts and his angry scowl and settled itself onto his features. The dark elezen makes the effort to calm his features as lady Faye once again spoke, "Who leads the training sessions, aside from Miss Chiane's tutelage of the casters?" "I do. Three times a week. We didn't start until just a couple moons ago as I wanted them to settle into this new life a bit beforehand. So we're still working through basic forms and control of a pugilist. And I or Vaughn plan to start working on archery as well... once we find a space to practice. The basement is wide but not quite that wide. And while it's long this side gets used as a workspace so setting a target up lengthwise probably wouldn't work either. Not to mention they'd be shooting towards the entrance. But I admit we do need more instructors. A true math instructor as well as instructors that can teach the various crafts of the guilds." -- Meanwhile, on the other side of the room Ojune gives a startled, sort of high pitched strangled noise in the back of his throat as Chiane's shadow suddenly crosses over the reference book he'd been focused on. His small hand presses against his chest as he peers up to the Duskwight as she walks along the back wall, "Thal's balls you startled me, Chiane." He slowly smiles at his own foolishness at having gotten so wrapped up in his work, "I'm sorry, were you goi--?" He finally becomes aware of voices behind him and peers around the divider to see Jaques and Vaughn with a noble woman and man. His gaze swivels back to Chiane with a sudden look of horror. He quickly gets to his feet, quick for him at anyrate, and limps over to Chiane. In a hissing whisper as he tries to keep his voice down, "Oh right the tour! And I just swore... Ah, do I look presentable miss Chiane?" He gazes up at her anxiously.

:love: Love how this turned out.

VeradxKingSlime for lyfe:love:

I want to faceplant into his belly and blow raspberries. Itty-bitty things are cute, right? http://www.zooborns.com/.a/6a010535647bf3970b01a3fce06b17970b-800wi[/img] and just cuz

That's pretty much where I draw the line too... if you are not willing to let your character die, do not put him or her in a situation where that is a likely or reasonable outcome. Its ultimately about fun for everyone involved, but at some point someone pretends to be Superman and then its no fun for anyone. Yes... This certainly isn't good either and very frustrating when it happens. Flexibility is good. Repercussions are good.

Clearly. *stares* Now we all sit back and debate who is the woman on that particular ship. :cactuar:

In a word, no. Especially not Jaques. Long version: I am a very anxious and nervous person and breaking a new character in, even with people I know oocly and RP with on a regular basis is very very stressful for me. It's never a fun event despite the knowledge that once I get over this beginning hump that things get better/easier and become fun. It triggers my anxiety of new people interaction horribly because it -is- a totally new person for the other people involved. It's the reason that while I adore making characters... I rarely ever RP an alt unless I'm feeling particularly stable. I like the progress I've made with Jaques and am rather proud of myself every time I RP him as not a nervous neurotic anxiety ridden person with every new individual he meets. It's work for me because I am being that neurotic individual behind the scenes. And if anyone else here ever gets panic attacks they know it's not always easy to think through them. So no. I will not kill of Jaques until I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I'm done with Eorzea and this game as a whole. Simply because I don't want to work at getting an entirely new character accepted and put into play at the same level he's at. And even with all that said I'll probably not kill him off. Just stick him in retirement because I am rather attached to the bastard. TL;DR- Woo naval gazing! Read the very first sentence again.

From it's noble beginnings in Dragonhead: To this:

There are many more outfit stuff like the dress. The cashmere robes. saurian leather shirts. the nightgowns/nightwear. The swimsuits from desynthing big fish. sunglasses. hats. Go trolling on the market board and see if anything strikes your fancy. if you can't try it on then google it's name and you can find some screenshots more than likely. And don't forget to get a carnation from the vendor by the aetheryte in Gridania. Women love flowers with their gifts. *sagenod*

Ojune still had yet to notice the others in the vicinity, muttering "Steady... steady..." under his breath as he worked on a particularly tight spiral in the pattern he was transcribing in his book. Jaques watched the brief flicker of unease pass over the Chiane's features as she stood in the old alcove and his eyes followed her as she started away from them to the back. Although his words were still directed to Val about their current topic of conversation, "Oh, I don't disagree. But it's still the mindset that we're working to get through. They literally view it as a dance. An entertainment like the dances they were taught before. Many do not yet connect it as anything that -would- save them from any of that." Motions to the back wall of weapons and focuses his gaze back to Val, "And those that have made the connection..." Frowns a touch, "I suspect that they'd still simply take the blow. If any of those weapons were leveled in their direction they'd accept that moment as their time and place to die. Their only thought would be to hope that their compliance would make it swift and not an extended torture." He pulls Vaughn tighter against his side in response to the squeeze.

Hey! Don't just limit this to the roe and highlander. Although I can completely understand leaving out the maleqo'te. Touchy-feely the lot of them. *flees*

If there is alcohol being served in the area Jaques's gaze tends to wander towards it at intervals. Has never used his last name. He hates the titles 'master' 'madamme' and 'mistress.' It's a sure way to get him to seethe. He hates brothel owners/pimps and even though they do pay their whores... he views them as little better than slavers. If you see him he more than likely has a scowl on his face. Even when he isn't precisely angry. And unless you're a person he's come to trust or decided to be more open with, you likely will not see much emotion aside from anger in his features. It makes for a pretty good poker face. He angers easily and is often the emotion that rises to cover other ones. Is fairly well spoken for a warrior type and has a very 'neutral' accent. Not really fitting with any area of Eorzea in particular or even the known surrounding accents of neighboring countries. Although if he's stressed or drunk... there are some very distinct french-esque notes in his deep voice. Quite enjoys gambling. Or at least the atmosphere that such an event tends to create so he never really gets involved in anything with particularly high stakes. He can be seen throwing a few rounds of dice with the refugees and bums in the alleyways around the Rose.

"Afraid they'll burn down the kitchen unsupervised?" Faye muttered and his duskwight hearing picked up clearly. Jaques smirks and nods, his tone amused, "Validly so. We've had a share of... exciting kitchen fires the last few moons." Lily nodded her head enthusiastically to the comment as she continued her work over the sink. He was finally starting to relax a bit more. Val had shifted from highly alert and into bored guard mode and Jaques took that as a rather good sign. He knew Val's opinion would hold sway given his relationship with the Lady. But if the Seeker's only complaints were that the place was too boring and he hated the tea... well that shouldn't impede on them getting a donation. Probably. Then there was the yawn. It was a very impressive one all things considered and the resulting... greeting?... Was fairly comical although he managed to hide his amusement, especially from the resulting exchange from of him and his Lady. Things moved on from it fairly quickly and he could see the relief on the miqo'te's face. Jaques nods in agreement with Chiane's suggestion to show off the basement next and moves closer to the two doors nearby. As he walks over he tries to catch Remi's attention, mouthing to the armoured duskwight, Stay up here. One door is at the back wall of the kitchen and is a larger and heavier door like the front door had been. The other, smaller door he heads to and opens as Faye and Chiane exchange words, revealing a narrow and spiraling staircase leading down. None of the fanciness of the rest of the building showed here as even the cut stones were rough in comparison. This was obviously never intended to be seen by any patron when this was still functioning as a brothel and 'breeding' facility. "Compared to that, the physical aspect of training them is probably a breeze." Faye was saying as she had begun to follow, still looking to Chiane. Jaques pipes up again, "You are correct. The fighting forms I've been showing them they seem to take to quite well. Although there is a distinct lack of power in the movements and they treat it as some sort of dance. Which -is- something they're all quite good at." He leads the way down the spiraling steps that would make them walk single file and into the large space below. No colorful sashes or tapestries hung from the walls save for a couple in the back half of the room. The incense was also much less strong as none was being burned down here. Though it was just as well lit as the main floor had been and didn't have that typical gloom that most windowless rooms had. No one else seemed to be down here. The large basement was broken up into two sections by a series of divider screens about halfway down the length of the room from where they entered. And the section they were in seemed to be in a state of flux. There was a small and more intimately positioned seating area than the one they'd just used upstairs. But along the walls were makeshift tables and old desks set up with various tools representing several of the major crafting guilds on their surfaces. A small series of labeled drawers and shelves that contained an assortment of raw, yet easy to acquire materials filled in spaces between the work areas. The first sight that would greet them at the far end of the room would be the assortment of weaponry that hung from pegs or rested on shelves along the back wall. Some of them obviously training weapons while others less so. Swords, axes, clawed fists, knuckles, bows, and daggers were all present. Although there was a distinct lack of longer weapons, which Val would undoubtedly notice, save for a couple of quarterstaves leaning in a corner. The floor in front of the wall was lain with tatami mats. Should any move back there to see what the dividers hid would see the old and battered wooden training dummy which had been bolted to the floor. It's head missing which is why it didn't show above the dividing screens. A couple of target boards had been erected along the left side wall on either side of the dummy, both having deep pockmarks in it's surface. Undoubtedly the markings of the throwing daggers that rested on the shelves. However the probably much more obvious 'thing' that the divider's hid was a dark brown-skinned plainsfolk lalafell. His black and cornrow braided hair was streaked with a bright and minty green tint and the tattoos on his face matched the colour. One tattoo that looked like some sort of rune above his right eye and another more abstract tattoo down the left side of his face. His brows were knitted together over bright green eyes in a fit of intense concentration as he knelt and scribbled out a complex geometric diagram in the open book in front of him. He wore a simple dark blue robe and he had a fine sheen of sweat that covered him as though he'd been exerting himself recently. His attention would occasionally divert to a series of three other books laid out around him. His ink-stained fingers scratching absently at his goatee in thought before returning to his scribblings. He was entirely oblivious to everything else. Jaques, for his part, remains silent as he waits for them all to file in. He stays on the near side of the room and doesn't immediately head to the training area they'd just been discussing. All in an effort to help Val, still on active guard duty, stay at ease from the initial tenseness that seeing all the weapons in the back might cause. When Vaughn emerges from the stairway he shifts closer and snakes an arm around the smaller elezen's waist. He gives their guests time to look around the place and waits for attention to fall back to him and Vaughn or Chiane.

I approve. Everyone wins in a cute-off! I pose the question: Is it any wonder anime looks the way it does when Japan has wildlife and puppers like this? I mean really...

((Welcome back Chiane. )) Once everyone was on their feet Jaques leads them towards the kitchen but as they pass by the office door he motions inside, "Vaughn usually handles the paperwork and keeps track of the finances." Glances to the Wildwood and smirks a bit, "He gets angry with me if I try it. Says I just make more work since he has to rewrite everything." Shrugs slightly, "Anyroad, any specific questions in that regard are best directed to him." Leads them into the kitchen where the red-headed hyur was humming over a sink of dishes from Vaughn's frenzied exploits earlier. Jaques motions to the woman, "Our cook, Lily. Lily this is Lady Faye and Val." The woman curtseys and gives one of her warm smiles, "Good afternoon. It's a pleasure to meet you both." She returns to her washing, although she refrains from humming. Jaques speaks again after pleasantries are exchanged, "Three meals a day are fixed for those that live here. And Lily is helping those here at least learn the basics around a kitchen. Two in particular show promise and interest in becoming chefs one day. When there isn't anyone to supervise our charges aren't allowed to use the kitchen. Although we do keep some small items out for them to snack on if they get hungry between meals." He motions to a section of counter dedicated to a large bowl of fruit and a few smaller bowls with nuts and dried fruits." He glances to movement in the doorway and smiles slightly as Chiane joins them, "Chiane, meet Lady Faye and Val of the Harbinger's of Dawn."