Brynhilde

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I'm sad we can't play airship chicken.

Get your motor runnin' Head out on the cloudsea Lookin' for adventure And whatever comes our way Yeah kupo go make it happen Take the world in a love embrace Fire all of your poms at once And explode into space

OH SHIT IT'S A PALANTIR QUICK, THROW A CLOAK ON IT.

Silly Coaty, don't you see? Not even the sky will escape our eventual domination.

Well, okay. That's... Pretty nice. But it's no Griffin.

Women still die every year giving birth because the heads of human infants are too large for the birth canal. What about Moogles?

[[ANIMAL SCREECHING]]

Lets say yes, and lets remember you are in the shower.. now.. what next? The Roegadyn should have an adorable folk tale about how their ancestors lost their tails. Who says they don't? What is it, then?

Lets say yes, and lets remember you are in the shower.. now.. what next? The Roegadyn should have an adorable folk tale about how their ancestors lost their tails.

Not Behe-man?

They're more like... Reverse anthro. Sort of.

Would the Eorzean idea of a centaur be like top half Hyuran, bottom half Chocobo?

Brynhilde Wulf is a glorious Highlander Hyur, not a Roegadyn! Was it the amazing biceps? It was, wasn't it?

The Highlander folded her arms and pressed her upper back against the pillar, leaning so as to look casual to any passers-by who should glance in her direction. She turned her head over her shoulder. Her mark was a short way up the Exchange; he had stopped to converse with a young Miqo'te female. Bryn watched keenly. The way Castille conducted his daily business gave the impression of a man who need not worry about the possibility of interested parties hiring anyone to shadow him, but Brynhilde knew better. Still, she could not deny the unease she felt at stalking one of her own kin. Nonetheless, Brynhilde was a professional, and the job would be done. To her frustration, however, Castille had done very little worth noting in the time she had been following. She pulled the small leather notepad from her pocket and glanced down at the single statement written there with a frown. "Weaknesses: fond of large rocks."

Hello and welcome!

Too long.

Everyone in my FC! Sophia, in particular! Reiner! Melodia! Steel! Gharen!

Spoilers, obviously. Up to 2.55.

Bryn's 40, that's a lot of backstory. Big events in her past are the main influence and motivators for today-Bryn, so it's very important to me that I have a solid idea of her past. As solid as it can be with what little Ala Mhigan lore we've been given so far anyway. Mumblegrumble. But Bryn is an intensely private person. I find that this blend of having a character with a lot of history and yet having her be very guarded has been very fruitful for RP; I offer snippets about her past to the characters around her, and it's up to them to piece the whole story together. It's much more enjoyable than having her be an open book. Eventually I will write her story. But it's awkward without more lore to work from.

Likewise. It'd be nice to make it an RP hot-spot, but there's less of a reason for people to wind up there IC because it's not really near a major urban center the way The Quicksand is. Everyone would need a justification for going there. Maybe once we get some new summer clothes people will be wanting to show off their beach bodies somewhere else than the Quicksand. We get plenty of people showing up in swimwear at the Sunny Seaside Bar. Oh look, there's Brave. Why am I not surprised?

Isn't that basically a day ending in Y? I keed, I keed! Mostly. That last one was educational. You're thinking of Ala Mhigan Roe wrestling. That's the one Bryn does most days of the week.

I feel another Ala Mhigan oil wrestling evening coming on.

Sunflower seeds. Preferably with their shells on, then I can quietly pretend that I'm Mulder. Would you rather have glorious antlers, or a cute tail? [Edit] Curse you, Grae! Being British, it's gotta be scones... Look at it. Look at it.

Look, I think it's painfully obvious what the problem is here. It's an issue of balance. The trouble isn't that there's too many men with their shirts off, it's that there's not enough ladies doing it, too. It's all out of kilter, see. Balance... Equilibrium, whatever. Basically, we have to get our tits out more. It's for the greater good.