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    Lyra Amberlin
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  1. Lyra’s eyes narrowed as she moved to stand beside Honi and face Marcella. Her hands balled into a pair of shaking fists. If Honi noticed, he would only be able to conclude that something about Marcella scared Lyra. “Well, well. Ya decided to come on down here and pick me up yerself, eh.” “Thorne!” the injured Roe cried out. “Why the hell did you bring this arrow-spitting -weasel- with you?!” “Owieeeee!” complained the Miqo. “Gaaahahaha...” wailed the Lalafell. Marcella’s grin didn’t leave her face as she turned to the injured Blades, but there was a cold, almost ruthless look in her eye as she did. “I trusted you to handle things. If a single arrow is all it takes to stop you, perhaps my family and I overpaid what’s due. And as you are well aware... we -hate- being ripped off.” She settled her attention on Honi. Seeing the look on his face, Marcella touched a hand to her collar in a dramatic gesture of apology. ”Oh Honi, please excuse me. Did I not introduce myself properly when we first met?” Her hand then went from her collar to her side in a sweeping motion, as if she were presenting something to them. And she was. No sooner had she finished did a large contingent of Brass Blades march around the corner and stand at her side. Too many for just Honi and Lyra to take on by themselves. “My name is Marcella Thorne. And I will thank you to surrender that Halflander friend of yours—the one who murdered my brother.”
  2. "Took ya long enough," Lyra teased, as Honi untied her from the beam. She got up and stretched her arms and legs, turning her attention to the Blades that Honi had more or less rendered combat-useless. "Pretty nice shootin' there, mate." At this point, Marcella walked out from the corner she was hiding behind with Honi. She wore the same calm smile she always had as she surveyed the scene before her. Lyra turned to Marcella, but addressed Honi. "And of course, ya brought along a lady frie..." She froze upon getting a good look at Marcella. Marcella's attention rested on Lyra, her calm not breaking. "Hello, Halflander. It's been a while."
  3. "Gah! What in the seven hells--!" The Lalafell went thump onto the ground and waved his injured arm reflexively, which only served to irritate the arrow stuck through his elbow. "REEEEEEEE!" screeched the Miqo, dropping her sword and recoiling to nurse her wrist. The Roe looked over her shoulder to see her injured comrades. Then her gaze locked in Honi's direction. "Whoever you are over there, you're dead scum!" She drew her blade and began to run--only to trip over Lyra's outstretched leg.
  4. From what they could see from around the corner, Lyra was bound with her hands behind her against one of the catacombs' beams. There were three Brass Blades--a female Roe, a female Miqo'te, and a male Lalafell. Each of them was in full uniform, complete with chainmail and masks. The one harassing Lyra was the Roe. The Roe crouched down and pointed an accusatory finger at her. "Don't you give me your sass, mongrel. You're valuable merchandise, and the Thornes might prefer you alive because of it... but I'm willing to bed they won't give two shakes of a Wharf Rat if we just decide to gut you before they get here themselves." Lyra flashed a taunting smirk. "Ya say y're workin' for the Thornes, but looks like I'm the one bein' a 'thorn' in yer aft." "She's annoying," the Miqo said, drawing her blade. "Can we just skin her already?" Marcella gestures to Honi. "Lead the way."
  5. "I was hoping you'd extend an invitation," Marcella said evenly, following Honi out the door. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The passageway to the catacombs was not very well-lit. As Honi and Marcella made their way through it, there wasn't a soul in sight besides their own. It seemed that this section of Ul'dah had long been abandoned and forsaken to any respectable patrol units. This probably meant any kind of shady business could be dealt here, or that Lyra had hiding spots in very low places. Closer to the catacombs, they started to hear voices. "We've been looking for you a long time, Halflander," someone's voice echoed. "How you managed to elude us all these years is incomprehensible." Then, Lyra's voice: "Guess you ain't much good at yer job, yeah?" She chuckled but was cut off by the sound of a smack--probably across her face. Marcella held up her hand to stop Honi from advancing, and she herself stalked forward to peer around the corner. A surprised look flashed across her face as she looked over her shoulder at Honi. "...Brass Blades--the local authorities of the city," she murmured, with a bit of distaste in her tone. "Actually, calling them 'authorities' would be generous in most cases."
  6. "Well, I assume that's what this note is for," Marcella replied evenly. She plucked the piece of paper out from inside the bandana and unfolded it for both her and Honi to see. It wasn't a whole piece of parchment, but it was part of a map that detailed Ul'dah. Somewhere near where the Quicksand was labeled, someone had furiously encircled a certain area in ink. Marcella quirked an eyebrow at the location. "That's a section of passageway that leads to the catacombs... Do you think she could be waiting for you there?"
  7. Marcella merely grinned and produced something from her satchel: Lyra's bandana. It was folded carefully, but the corner of a piece of paper was sticking out from inside. A note? "Your friend is the one who left this with the Adventurer's Guild, I take it." She offered it up to him casually. "Excuse me for being a tad nosy; I merely thought you'd want to procure it from a more familiar face."
  8. Momodi, the guild proprietress, was not manning the counter. Instead, another Lalafell woman was serving as her stand-in. She panicked a bit when Honi came racing up to and barking at her, shielding herself and looking away. "EEEEEK! Please don't eat me!!!" "Calm down, friend. You don't want to make a scene, hm?" Seated off to the side of the counter was a familiar face: Marcella Rose. She was looking at him with ambivalent regard, but offered a welcoming smile upon seeing his face. "Well! Fancy meeting you here. What seems to be the trouble?"
  9. When you see players with "RP" status on, and they are alone--I say walk up to them and ask to join them! best works in taverns / bars or if they are alone in a corner. Also try having your Search Comment be "WU/T welcome!" and having your Status on "RP" too. On RP servers, try having "RP" status on and sitting in a tavern / bar. Or outside, but near the tavern /bar. My favorite place is the outside ledge of Drowning Wench (Limsa Lominsa). Buena suerte!
  10. Tarp rested his hands on Honi's shoulders, jostling him with his own sense of urgency. "Mate, your lass friend... She knew what she was doing. The promise she made me keep, the time and place. It was like she knew what was coming! I don't say this about most anyone. Actually, normally I'd right not to care. Most business is business, you know. But their business is--" He growled, frustrated with his bumbling. "Aww seven hells, mate! Your lass friend--you've gotta save her! I dunno what she meant, but she said to check the Adventurer's Guild for a message--or, or a package or something!"
  11. As Honi was contemplating his next course of action, a porter chocobo came racing into the Silver Bazaar. Riding it was a male Hyur dressed in sailing attire. As soon as the chocobo reached its stables, the Hyur hopped off its back and looked around in a bit of a frenzy. Then, his attention settled on Honi. This Hyur was one of the crew aboard the ferry he and Lyra were on a few days ago--the one who lost to Lyra in a game of Triple Triad, who was apparently called "Tarp". Tarp pointed a finger at Honi. "Oy, you! You're that lass's friend, right? The one with the red bandana?"
  12. Others more savvy than I am can correct me, but I see some members hailing from Coeurl and Zalera. To be honest, it seems like the Aether DC has more pockets of RP spread out over several servers--just no single de-facto RP server.
  13. Hey there! Welcome to the community! Not sure if you've already started reading up on some of the lore, but here's a couple of good links to start for Miqo'te / Seekers of the Sun: Overview - https://finalfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Miqo'te Naming conventions - https://finalfantasy.fandom.com/wiki/Miqo'te/Naming Also, I play on Mateus too! My online activity is kind of erratic, but hit me up if you ever see me online Always game to meet new peeps!
  14. Lyra had a feeling the finer details of what she implied were lost to her traveling companion. Oh, well. In that case, she would have to make sure to make it back in time. She gave him a thumbs up. "Great. Plan is now in motion." =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= (Sometime later...?)
  15. Lyra released Honi from the head-lock. "Ohhhh, the Gob is it? She's gotta be pretty well-off to got a place there." She leaned back against the railings, gripping them to steady herself and prevent her from accidentally getting tossed overboard. She looks up at the sky, thoughtfully. "Hmm... Reckon we can meet up at the Silver Bazaar. Ain't too far a trek from the Gob." She flashes a smirk his way. "If I ain't there a day after we split up, ya can be sure I ran into some trouble--the bad kind."
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