Shayrei

I had a blast, thanks for letting me patch people up! I had our log copied out but forgot to post it and shut down Word without saving it. *sobs* Also in before Kahna tries to blame Daphine for the arrows. >.> Let me know if I'm needed for anything else (follow up patching, anyone?) and dont be afraid to poke me if I'm on Andralyn!

Daphine sits ever at the ready to be called on once ce more to another random skirmish involving her apparently trouble prone company member and his friends.

“Battlefield First Response Training” presented by chirurgeon and physicker Daphine Rysen. This class will be held at (( to be announced : Doodle: Yes or tentative yeses, all times that apply)) in (( likely outside of Limsa or Ul’dah, if not in the cities themselves.)). This class will cover subjects such as field triage, alchemical aids and mending techniques to ensure the best possible outcome for an injured ally that is outside the immediate reach of a healer or medic. Supplies will be provided for practice purposes if they are so desired. Our tentative topics of discussion for now are: Triage:Know when to say wait. Potions: Something for every ailment. Under Pressure: A guide to stopping the flow of blood. Stabilize: Setting and immobilizing limbs. Shock: Dealing with trauma. Other discussion topics may be included or removed as needed. If there is something specific you would like to go over, please see me and I’d be happy to work with you. While I can offer some advice into healing via the Arcanum,this class will not be touching on those techniques. This class is recommended for all ability levels. OOC giblets: Unless there is a large demand, I think this class will be offered twice a month. I’d be willing to work one-one with characters as needed if they’re looking for a mentor on the road to developing a more traditional doctor/medic/surgeon versus a straight up healer. A little disclaimer: The information that will be presented will be largely adapted from techniques used in real life. The only ties I hold to the medical profession are ten years of first aid and CPR certification, a paramedic/cop father, a love for medical textbooks, Google, Untold Stories of the ER and lotsa RP! In other words: I am not a doctor, I just play one on TV. 8-) Though I encourage everyone to certify in first aid and CPR…you could save a life.

Will do my best to get a Doodle and tenative "syllabus" up today.

I would love to offer courses in alchemy and/or first aid and field triage with Daphine. It would probably be easiest for me to host something biweekly or by appointment since i tend to get a bit busy in game sometimes. The class itself wouldn't be too involved, just general knowledge in order to get someone stable enough to find a healer or medic and a "how to" use potions in a pinch sort of deal. :-)

As I was intent on having a healer for end game and had it in my head that my character was going to be a super book worm come doctor/surgeon, I knew from the start she would play as a scholar and alchemist. She deeply involved in problem solving and more than less involved in actually fighting. I tend, though, to keep her magical healing to a minimum and only to be used in a pinch to give her allies boosted stamina and vigor during battle, not really to *poof* heal a wound, she leaves that for the rare occasions that she calls on her fairy. Plus I love her artifact uniforms. That said, my other toon is a monk. I don't play her to her class/job at all. She's a feisty little whoremaster ( *ahem* Madame) come sailor. While she's able to hold her own in most fights by merely refusing to give into people's threats or calling in some muscle she definitely isn't doing it with and more training than that which was given to her by a bunch of sailors.

Not every RP is going to be sword fighting and adventuring. Most of the character development people make is through those long "sitting around shooting the breeze" times in between. Roll with it and enjoy! Unless you are specifically looking to find some long lasting OOC relationship (romantic or platonic), pay no mind to the shadows pulling levers behind the curtain.

I promise the sharp slap to the face that was administered to the patient following his ripping open of his recently and temporarily sealed wounds was purely for his medical benefit and meant to render him free of his temporary pain induced hysteria and does not reflect negatively of Daphine's bedside manner in the least. [align=center]:dodgy: :angel:[/align] Yeeees. I laughed so hard when Del whipped that book around! Daphine Rysen: Surgeon, chemist, wielder of sharply cornered heavy tomes! (I still have another eye to come after, Askier!) [align=center] 8-) [/align]

Daphine is certainly available for some on call patching up, but she's preoccupied at the moment in La Noscea. [ Plus I think she'd like to keep her tomes far from a stumbled upon round of "Which is mighter the fist or the spine (of a book)?" :-) ] Good luck, bandaids and bubbly stuff are on the ready!

"Whoremasters're th'most exactin', an' they'll chase ye further'n a taxman should ye cheat 'em. That's what's said." Her grin blossomed again and she sat back, her friendly disposition returning as she chuckled. "As I said, I'll be largely out of the city for the next two weeks. A personal matter. You find what information you can and we can meet here again in two weeks time. I'll arrange through Clove." She turned to the man, her brow lifting as if to gain his permission first. "If you find something threatening to the immediate safety of any of my employees, contact me at once. Clove has our pearl. If you can nullify the issue before I call in my people, I can guarantee three times your hazard and trouble pay." She nodded before finishing her wine and standing, "Zhavi, I pray business favors both of us. Clove, it was wonderful to see you, love." She moved to him, wrapping him in a hug and placing a kiss on each of his cheeks with a smile. Her hand moved to her belt and she lifted a coinpurse from its tether, placing it into Clove's hand. "Enjoy your evening." Her motion and voice were sincere. She gave a slight wink to the man as she walked away leaving him with enough coin to entertain a handful of sailors with a weekend of shore leave.

The way she sat irritated him. Her tall posture, one hand in her lap, legs folded gracefully under the table, the other hand holding the utensil high on its handle. She would adjust her grip, cutting each already bite size piece smaller and change her grip back fluidly. And then she’d eat. It made him want to jump up from his table and lunge across hers to slap the fork straight out of her delicate hand. Each insufferable nibble she pierced barely enough to keep the food speared yet somehow as if ordered by the Gods themselves the fruit stayed as she brought it to her lips. It made his eye twitch. The way she’d allow the sample to hover in front of her lips, savoring the smell, before parting her lips to tease the food that would barely make it past her teeth before it was met by a tongue curling over it to remove it from its pike, ensuring those porcelain white medallions didn’t dare be marred by the intruding metal. And then she’d chew. One. Two. Three. Four. She’d lay the fork down, picking up her napkin and moving it to her lips for a moment, needlessly dabbing at the corners of her mouth before coming to rest with her other hand in her lap. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. He was certain she had masticated the morsel into oblivion by now and merely enjoyed the feeling of the pureed fruit on her tongue. Finally the drink came; a delicate sip of water, barely enough to wet any palette. She’d ensure a solid contact as she set the glass perfectly on the table, her hand lingering on the stem a little too long to be necessary. And then it would start again. His attention turned to the rest of the Bismark as the twitch started again. He watched the busy bustling to and fro of waitresses and waiters, patrons and whores. Another chunk of meat found itself speared onto the end of his fork before getting shoved it into his mouth. Sedalyne Bisset... He didn’t need their reasons for wanting her dead. He didn’t care. The way she ate was reason enough for him. That pretty little head would find itself on his floor by week’s end.

Andralyn watched her for a long time before moving her gaze to Clove and back. The numbers racked up as she counted, not that they mattered, her coffers still went deep despite her difficulties. Still, parting with any money is unacceptable. Did she really need the services of this Streetrunner? Especially one with references as trustworthy as Skarp... that skag. She drummed her fingers on the table. "I'm not one to outsource my work, Miss Zhavi." She almost laughed at the hypocrisy of her own statement. Being a Dame was the definition of outsourcing work. "But I do find myself in a bit of a bind… I'm taking up a few contracts that will have my attention drawn toward Ul'dah for the next two weeks." The drinks arrived and she took a moment to savor the beverage. "While I do have my own consorts mingling with the guttersmut biting at my heels, it may prove useful to get a fresh set of eyes and ears around the city. Something to help me broaden the picture that has been slowly pulling itself together for me." Her demeanor changed as she sat forward.This was no longer a business woman doing business, this was the Dame of one Limsa’s prominent houses protecting her livelihood. "I enjoy a game as well as the next. I enjoy laughing at my loses from time to time or even being humbled a bit here and there.” She mused for a bit, “Perhaps that’s what this is. A humbling from on high, the Gods laughing at my suffering for the fortune they've bestowed upon me.” She waved a hand, dismissing the thought, “But that’s neither here nor there.” The tone of her voice sobered, its melodic, carefree cadence flipped on its heels as spoke, her eyes darkening to insist she be minded. “What I don’t like is when those games start to cut into my pocket. If you’re one to play games like that, I will ruin you. You play in my favor or you don’t play at all.” The threat coming from her pretty mouth seemed more a promise. She looked to Clove for a long time as if to pressure him to push her away from this deal. “They wear a tattoo of a playing card. Find me the name of their master…and the name of his. They've come up too fast to have built their own standing.” She lifted the appointment card tucked in her palm to Clove in two fingers, “Her pay is coming from your wages.”

((Sorry if the formatting goes weird here. Posting from my phonen I'll edit it later.)) Zhavi was amusing and Andralyn appreciated anyone that could keep her amused. The cadence of her voice tickled Andralyn and she fought the urge to laugh as she spoke. Sober up, Thatcher. Your’re on the clock. “Unlike yer man here, I don’t get caught.” Her grinned widened as Zhavi sat back in her chair. Amused yet hardly impressed. “No… I suppose you don’t,” she mused looking back to Clove for a long moment, “You just get the middle man hung up in your wake of schemes. Tends to lead to messy, loose ends..." Still Clove had some sort of attachment to this woman and Clove had never given Andralyn reason to doubt his motives. While she could boast her praises of all of her employees, he was one of her best and most loyal men. Knowing he was looking out for her as much as she was for him was endearing. She waved off the comment before it could be dissected, “It’s true that I’ve been absent from the city for sometime and in my absence some new knave may have sprung up from the gutters eager to set sail for affluence on behalf of my misfortune.” Business had been bad. Almost embarrassingly bad. A lifetime in the business of procuring and she’d never had a problem holding her head high or making the competition turn tail for a smaller town. Now though, the competition was getting brave. Brazen even. Threatening notes left marked for her, employees intimidated in the streets, clients being stolen away with undercutting and false accusations… while this wasn't a new game, it was a far dirtier game and she hadn’t gotten dirty in quite some time. This time it was personal. Clove’s little stint as a cover for his friend had come at a time when they were already under an immense amount of scrutiny and only added to the rumors that she and her house could not be trusted. She lifted a shoulder again, “Mine is hardly a business where competitors are hard to come by, but I suppose it never hurts to get an ear to the ground in more than one spot." Especially in this city...* The waitress arrived at the table, and Andralyn acknowledged her with a friendly smile. “Wine please, rolenberry. Something.. sweet.” And in this city no one did a thing out of the kindness of their hearts. "What do you get out of this arrangement? "

She watched the practiced bow and returned it with a small nod. Kiss-ass… Andralyn waited while she was introduced, watching Zhavi watch her. She wondered how many rumors she was ticking off her list as her gaze moved from her boots to her burgundy tresses. A hand swooped under her as she pressed the short skirt to her legs before sitting, angling the chair at the table to allow her lengthy legs ample room to cross at the knee. Her hands folded in her lap as she studied this new face. Streetrunner…Zhavi.. She shuffled through a row of names and faces trying to find a place for the stranger. It certainly wasn't uncommon for Andralyn to not know those that stuck to the underbelly of Limsa, it’d been many years since she had to focus her efforts there, but some names always managed to stand out. She lived the example. “Zhavi, a pleasure to meet you,” her hands remained folded offering her a curt nod. Zhavi.. Oh yes.The trouble maker… She looked back to Clove, his..their little scheme coming back to the front of her mind. Her smile bloomed into a grin as she turned her attention to him, her mouth opening to speak. And then the miqo’te spoke. Her ears twitched at the accent, A step above gutterspeak… Her posture remained nonchalant but affable and she worked to ensure the heavy draw didn’t return to her own cadence. “Mm. There’s always some nuisance nipping at the heels of the successful and hollering about the impending doom of their opposition.” A shoulder lifted as she moved her gaze from Clove to Zhavi again. “It’s hard to know how useful your information would be without knowing it,” she lifted a hand, calling over a waiter, “What have you heard?”

The smile started it, it always did. She pulled her hand from the strangers, exchanging a card with the highlander in the process. Andralyn eyed the familiar emblem embossed onto the thick paper and flipped her card smirking at the name scrawled over it. “I’ll see him tonight, then?” If this woman had a tail, I’d mistake her for a slobbering pup.. A dog in heat… The smile on Andralyn’s lips grew into grin as she nodded, “I’ll arrange it. Tonight, room 212.” She motioned across the tavern toward the rooms as if this frequent client needed reminding. The woman beamed before quickly sobering and shuffling quietly on her way, gaze stuck to the ground certain her secret safe once more. Andralyn scanned the bar again, looking for another knowing smirk. One. One date. The need to sigh was suppressed as she lifted the mug to her lips, swallowing the irritation with a chaser of bitter ale. Dear Clove… You pretty, popular thing… Andralyn’s thoughts trailed behind her as she made her way from the Wench and through the upper decks. Time for the meeting had been made, but she wasn't certain why. She had more important things to deal with than appeasing the guilty conscience of one of her employees. She’d nearly forgotten what he’d done to irritate her in the first place, but would never turn down the advantage of holding something over someone’s head, that kind of business was golden in this city. She turned the corner into the Bismark, a shoulder clashing into hers and stepped back, exasperation on her face. “Excuse you, I’m walk—“ The young woman continued to walk, offering Andralyn an over the shoulder kiss as she swept the hair from the back of her neck, a small playing card tattoo flashing before she moved further into the crowd. Andralyn’s head shook and she rolled her eyes, “Another, great…” She checked her pockets, satisfied that their contents remained in place and straightened her clothes before continuing inside to follow the gesture from the hostess toward the table housing her next appointment. Andralyn plastered a smile back on her lips, and approached the table, “I do hope you haven’t been waiting for long.”

I hadn't seen that yet.. but.. I love it! Hah!

Watch out for those females stalking around at night. We'll getcha.

I don't have wikis, no. I've had terrible experience with players taking OOC knowledge into IC situations so I tend to stick toward letting others learn about my characters via RP sessions or discuss some way, privately, of their character gaining information about mine. Though with Mrs. Pimp lady being the way she is, there would be some information fluttering on the wind. I'll look into a few rumor/public knowledge bits. Happy to discuss things further in a PM or in game! Daphine Rysen Andralyn Thatcher

Hey there! I'm one of the alt-ers mentioned above. While I'm unfamiliar with the author and works mentioned (though now largely interested!) I do have an amoral character of sorts. Andralyn splits most of her business between La Noscea and Thanalan. She runs a profitable ring of prostitution and is currently in the works to get her trade routes back up and running after hitting a bit of trouble since being made captain of her vessel. While she tends to prefer being on the up and up she certainly has a skewed idea of where lines should be drawn and which lines to push or break completely in order to ascertain her goals. She does not consider herself a pirate and is quick to deal with those that do. I believe she's a bit less 'break the line to serve my purposes' than what you may be looking for. However! I do have a lovely little sociopath that is eager to do whatever it takes to keep a smile on her face and coins in her pocket.... for now though she terrorizes the Shroud... we could work Limsa into her new stomping grounds if her mate's up to it... she does love seafood... :-D

I would love to have Daphine do any doctoring needed. She's certainly more hero than spy, though.

Was definitely enjoyable! I'm looking forward to attending again in the future!

(( I would love to have Daphine show up to aid in healing and mending. Unfortunately, I'll only be able to attend for a couple of hours, though. She's a physicker, specializing as a chirurgeon, tending to rely on a combination of alchemy and 'traditional doctoring' rather than magical healing. Let me know if I can help! ))

It was fun! Daphine definitely had something to talk about later. lol

(( I play one of my toons as a budding chirurgeon but her mentor is now too busy for her. If knowledge is to be had, she'll be there! Sounds fun! I'll mark it on the calendar! ))