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I.....write my own rumors for my own wiki pages. >.> I think it lends credit to the sheer ego of the Captain in an IC context and offers a nice reflection of the absurdity OOC. I may have read too much Douglas Adams as a child, however.

*Peeks out from under the Hat* Picture yourself in a room drinking a cup of water. Suddenly, a man with a fireaxe comes running in and comes at you with the axe. Are you concerned most about the man with the axe or that there might be other people behind him? Animal instincts do not consider non-aggressive threats, which is what our Threat system is based on. Beasts attack what either gets too close to them for comfort or whatever they see as a predatory threat. A man throwing an axe or shield at them is a predatory threat. People are essentially higher functioning animals (some might say otherwise ) and as such, we have similar if not exact instinctual reactions to certain primitive stimuli. Groups of people during large disasters like train wrecks or vehicle accidents can tell you that the train hit something but after that, their details are based on the psychological perspective of threat assessment. So theoretically, unless a black mage runs into Stone Vigil's room of doom screaming "LEEEEEEEEEEROOOOOOOOOOY JENKINS!", the only thing the aevis and ziz are going to care about is the big metal guy who threw something at them. If you'll notice, unless the tank stops hooting and hollaring and swinging his metal object of hurty death about, these things maintain focus on him/her. If he/she does stop, they eventually see other threats and pursue them based on "Threat Assessment". Hope this helps! - Black Hat

*Peers out from under the hat on the floor* Tricky thing, isn't it? Think of it like a regular human friendship, these ebb and flow with time. While you may never have the desire to speak to said player(s) again due to the nature of their behavior, you may salvage what one could call the "memory of kinship" by continuing on with your character's life. Perhaps it takes them away from said characters and this absence means distance disrupted the friendship. It doesn't mean your character hates them, but it does lend credence to the lack of involvement. As such, your character can wistfully reminisce about these individuals and the feelings they had. For example, Seishuku came from another server originally, practically another world and when he was there, he'd made friends, enemies, and contacts of plenty of PCs. He remembers them all, though many do not speak with him anymore for obvious reasons. There's no animosity IC, even if I (the hat) felt some of them were downright snots OOC. What it did was give the Good Captain a robust background and history for me to expand upon with my RP. On another note, With RP, there's a fine line to be watchful for when it comes to severing ties. I, personally, deal with this line by never making judgement about a character based on the player unless in extreme circumstances (violence, abuse, that sort of thing). I'm capable of RPing with people I don't particularly like or agree with, based solely on the fact that I am not my character and vice versa. This can be frustrating for some, but I find that it works best for me. Everyone has the right to choose, because we're all here ultimately to have a good time. So my suggestion is to find your comfort level and decide from there how to proceed but there's no rule that says you must hate a character for the actions of their player or (of course) vice versa. I hope this helps! Cheers! -Black Hat

Apologies for the double post, I didn't see this come up. How do you justify gravity? Or justify the physics behind an archer launching an arrow? There are certain things that are justified by forces beyond yours, ours, or anyone's means. Every change starts somewhere, you are correct, but sometimes the buck just stops. We can manipulate the effects, but not that basic understanding and the basic understanding is that there is no way to have a black mage in heavy armor. This isn't socio-political or a matter of consensus. It's for all purposes, a law of the universe Eorzea is based in. I'm not even certain that the devs created any lore about glamours other than "LOOK WHAT I CAN DO, YOU CAN TOO NOW. COME, LEARN." While Newton possibly ran out into town square and yelled that about his findings on gravity, which were eventually proven to be what we call fact (I'm taking some creative license here), we have yet to disprove gravity itself. It is a law of reality. It can be manipulated but not changed. (I'm rambling.) Back on point, considering that Eorzea is a fictional reality with its own physics and laws of energy, matter, etc, it is naturally written in that they are (gasp) laws. Immutable. We, as RPers, can hand-wave that off if we like and decide it doesn't exist in our perception but that creates chaos. And now we've entered into the realm of philosophy and archaic existentialism, which was the predecessor of modern science. Modern science being what proves and disproves theories about our universe. And finally, I am by no means a pessimist. I am, however, an obvious realist (if you hadn't guessed by now) and I am full of concern that there's such zeal for affecting change in a video game's very minor detailing system when there are so many things about our real world that could use the attention. Which is why I felt that "The Devs said No" was a proper response, because if they said No and "No means No" then we can devote our time and mental efforts to other enriching activities. Also, this. :frustrated: Cheers! -Black Hat

Okay, now THIS is something to sink your teeth into. Good call! I hadn't even considered that. It's definitely worth looking into.

HOW DID I MISS THIS? Blackhattery Image is the same as my RPC profile.

*Peers* While I appreciate your stance, what actual impact does it have on RP? Community-wise or individually? Is RP an imitation of life or is it a fictitious effort at group-storytelling? Am I a bowling ball dreaming I'm a hat? Symbolically, the concept of the conversation is akin to "What if we rode on Elephants instead of drove cars?" It has no global impact whatsoever, but it might be fun to think about. Yes. The design decision is factored into the lore, unless I misread, which to my mind (scattered as it is) denotes that attention was paid to the concept and it was ultimately denied. Hence: No. I am by no means saying "Shut up, it's over." and I apologize profusely if that's how my post was interpreted. I am curious just HOW this truly impacts anything at all, if you don't mind me asking you to explain.

*Peeks out from under the hat on the floor* Three things. One: The reason why there is a delineation between heavy armor for tanks, medium armor for melee dps, and light armour for magical dps/healers in FF14:ARR is this. Because Yoshi and the Devs say so. I know we've become a community of "but it's my money, you should do as I say", however, that's still not the case nor will it ever be in the foreseeable future. I'm willing to bet a small pile of gil that this will not change because they do not want to change it and it is their toy that they have built which we are playing with (and paying for the right to play with). While the devs attempt to cater to us as much as possible, they DO have to weigh these things and make choices. Point number two is in reference to the DnD comparison: I'd like everyone to put on two oven mitts over whichever hand you use most (Yes, both on that hand) and then spend three hours trying to do stuff. This is what Arcane Spell Failure is for, to realistically show that while you have a ten pound metal gauntlet on, you can't make intricate finger motions or accurately pull the right combination of spell materials (Remember: Wizards use component items for spells, while Sorcerers did not hence their different options of armor). While 14 does not reference the use of components when spellcasting as a BLM or THM which nullifies comparison to DnD, I refer you to point 1: The Devs said No. P.S.: Clerical Spellcasting is through your holy symbol and is more of a "INSERT GOD'S NAME HERE.....DO THIS FOR ME, O MIGHTY ONE" than a "Occulus Reparo." Ergo, could wear armor that was more restricting to movement. Same goes for Paladin. Three: These tropes came from the middle ages, where scholarly men (Wise Ones aka Wizards) were not warriors and devoted their time to thought instead of physical prowess. As such, they were not accustomed to carrying an extra 30-70 pounds of metal on their person. (The average weight of a newborn child is 7.5 lbs, the range is 5 - 10 lbs) <-- this means that knights, generals, and anyone rich enough to afford expensive plate armour were carrying roughly 5 to 10 newborn children on their personage during wars. Go ahead, try it out for yourself with sacks of flour. Now, the argument being made for glamouring negates this issue as its an illusion, not actual 70lb plate mail. Again, I refer you to point 1: The Devs said No. P.S.: The dev team CHOSE to give us a glamour system, they didn't HAVE to. Cheers. -Black Hat.

*Peeks out from under the hat* As the RPC's resident timelord, I do believe that I'll pop over to Brynhildr and meet some of you fine folks! What time is your community usually in game?

It only took a matter of minutes and the order of another cup of wine before the Captain hopped off the table. "Did I ever tell you how I vanquished an assailant with eight arms? He was a proficient foe, to be sure, and it was one of the few times I felt that my time had truly come...." Patrons naturally looked up, some curious to hear a new tale while others did so only because he was speaking loud enough to be heard. Regardless, Seishuku had an audience once again and so, he began his tale. [align=center]Captain Seishuku VS The 8-armed Assailant[/align] Twas deep in the ruins of Amdapor Keep where the Good Captain delved, seeking riches buried long ago beneath piles of rubble and debris. His red eye gleamed in the darkness, brightened only by the flickering halo of light from a torch he'd propped up in a cluster of broken stone. All was silent as he spelunked, save for the clatter of rocks pushed aside and the occasional breath of exertion; for rocks are heavy as we all know. When suddenly, the stillness was disturbed by an echoing voice that brought Seishuku's attention away from his plunderings. The words were difficult to hear from such distance though, so the intrepid Captain abandoned his efforts and began to stealthily approach. He skulked out onto the precipice of a broken bridgeway and knelt down in the shadows to look below where a great looming shadow enveloped the lower floor. Some ancient monstrosity freed from its aeons of imprisonment, no doubt. "Soooooooon. Sooooooooon, I shall have the legendary blade all to myself and with it, I'll take over this accursed world. Heeheeheehee!" It babbled to itself, causing the hidden Captain to frown. Plots of domination were not his cup of tea, of course, and though he had no great love for the city-states; even the great Sky-Pirate could not turn away from a peril that would befall all of Eorzea. More importantly than that, however, was the sense that this devil below him may have some relic of the keep's former glory in its possession. Lets not forget who our beloved Captain was, after all. Summoning his wellspring of courage, the Captain tethered himself to the bridgeway's rail and swung down from on high with great aplomb to the cracked stone floor below and with boots on the ground, raised himself up proudly. "STAND AND DELIVER!" He shouted into the gloom, drawing his favored blade and aiming the tip at the source of the massive shadow ahead. "Deliver what???" Shrieked the unseen beast, sounding quite surprised! The Captain was momentarily shaken by this, fearing he had made some sort of faux pas in his grand statement. "erm...Deliver your treasures unto me, foul spawn!" He said, which resulted in high-pitched laughter from the dark. "Teeheehee, you're robbing me? How unfortunate for you..." A slimy tendril whipped out from the gloom with a wet SMACK as it slapped Seishuku's sword aside, but the Captain was no coddled boy to combat and as the gross appendage flicked back to bat him away; he flipped backwards with ethereal grace while the shadowy arm passed harmlessly beneath him. Landing squarely, the good Captain raised his sword once again. "Stand.....and Deliver, monster." From the shadows, the creature snarled. "Monster?! MONSTER?! I'll show you a MONSTER!" Furiously, tendrils shot from the black all around him. It's grotesque arms came at him from all sides, but Seishuku parried and deflected as many as he could with lightning alacrity. Ichor splattered upon darkened stone and splashed across the Captain's splendid coat. This infuriated Seishuku, for he is VERY fond of his splendid coat and with a roar, the Captain charged the looming shadow through its tangle of tentacles. There was a disgusting squirting sound and he was swallowed in pitch blackness. No faint flickering firelight illuminated the shadow, no hazy outlines of writhing limbs could be seen. Worse still was the sensation that his eyes were all goopy and it made Captain Seishuku want to wretch violently. Despite the loss of sight, including his gleaming red eye, he could hear the cruel creature laughing. "Heeheeheeheeee, now you can't see." It said cheekily. The Captain spat on the floor? Possibly one of the tentacles, it was very hard to tell, and held his blade defensively before him. "I know naught what's worse, this blinding fluid or your terrible rhyming..." "Oooooo, I'll show -you-!" It roared and before Seishuku could retort with another groan about rhyming, he was assaulted by so many tendrils that it seemed as if the blows were coming from every which direction. Wet, disgusting slaps and thwacks knocked him about. One slapped his sword away, the sound of it skidding across stone seemed to come from the left right before another gross appendage cracked across his cheek. Blows pounded across his belly and back, two whip-snaps lashed across the backs of his knees and forced our Hero to fall. The end seemed near, the Good Captain on his knees against a foe he could no longer see. There was silence in the emptiness for what seemed like an eternity, broken suddenly by the sounds of metal scraping upon stone. "And now..." The creature said, its putrid breath washing over Seishuku's face. "...the coup de grace!" The Captain threw caution to the wind, balling his right fist as tightly as he could and thrust forward with all his might. His knuckles crashed like a tidal wave into something spongy and soft, milky goo spurting around his fist. "GRAAAAAAAAAGH! MY EYE!" The creature bellowed and metal clattered all around him like rain on a steel shields. Seishuku frantically fumbled about in the blackness until his gore-slick hand wrapped firmly around the grip of a sword and he swung it upward as hard as he could but it struck nothing. Scrambling sounds were heard, tendrils slapping against stone and scuttling retreat as the monster groaned and whined in pain. "Bastard. Bloody hyur bastard. My eye!" It cried, cursing the Sky-Pirate as it escaped further into the gloom and left the blind Captain alone in the dark. A voice boomed above him, but he couldn't make out the words. Echoes of other voices faintly touched his ears as he rose to his feet and felt about for something to guide him. After what felt like hours of sightless searching, faint vision began to return to him and when the blinding effects finally wore off, he looked down at the blade in his hand. It was a beautiful sword, unlike any he'd ever seen before! Seishuku felt great pride in this find, grinning from ear to ear as he collected his trusty sword and stashed it upon his belt once more. An hour passed as the Captain worked his way back up and out of the ruins of the keep into the low-light of Snakemolt once more. He emerged, blinking from the broken crevice with the glorious sword of legend resting on his shoulder and praised his good fortune. When surprisingly, he stumbled upon a jutting stone and in his panicked haste to catch himself from falling flung the incredible weapon forward. Skinning his knees on broken stones, his palms pressed hard into the grassy earth, Seishuku looked up in shock as his new prize twirled end over end through the air and down the rise to land tip-first in the dirt....mere steps from a well-dressed highlander with dashingly coiffed hair and a monocle. Captain Seishuku watched as the highlander peered at the blade, then reached out and plucked it from the ground. The Sky-Pirate groaned at such misfortune, watching the other man talk animatedly to himself then turn away to carry the sword off down the dirt path. He gave chase, stumbling and fumbling through the underbrush, but stopped short when he saw the other man approach a large group of adventurers who cheered (or facepalmed for some reason) the dashing man's approach. Turning away, Captain Seishuku sighed heavily and decided to cut his losses. After such a terrible thrashing at the hands of the 8 armed beast, he had no desire to take on a small battalion. And so, the Captain called for his ship. As it rose high above Snakemolt into the clouds, Seishuku wondered if he might ever get his hands on that very fine sword again. As if the Twelve were answering him, he heard a mighty strange sound and turned to see the finely dressed highlander flying through the air past his ship with the sword in hand. He gawked for a moment, watching the man disappear over the horizon then simply muttered "...Balls."

*The brim of Ye Ole Black Hat on the floor lifts slightly* Once upon a time, Gilgamesh's RP Community shared the RPC but there were (to put it politely) creative differences among individuals. Some viewed Balmung as a towering monolith of RP that stole the sunlight from the other server and others saw the fading of the RP on Gilgamesh as a sign that Balmung's RP was more legit. Everyone had a differing opinion on the reason, which is why only rumor remains of why there's little to no presence from Gilgameshians on the RPC. Regardless, for reasons that I witnessed and will not divulge because I feel they may come off as rude and incendiary, the Gilgamesh community decided to open its own forum and (for the most part) sequester itself. As a hat that tends to wind up on various servers (worlds, if you will), I have said it before in various threads and I will continue to say it until the bitter end. The ONLY true difference between the two worlds is style. Gilgameshians have a particular way about their RP, their events, and their connections. Balmung's players are the same way. One isn't greater than the other save in scope: There are more RPers on Balmung than there are on Gilgamesh. That's not conjecture, that's just a statistic born of personal observation. The quality of RP is no different between the two worlds and communities. To wrap things up, that is why you won't see much activity for Gilgamesh world. Cheers. *The hat stills*

Miss Unohaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanaaaaaaaaaa......

*Is a hat, hats do not sleep* ... .... ..... *Peeks out from under the hat* Erm, I'm up at dawn and in bed by midnight at the latest. In my old age, I am beginning to regret it. Few see how many yawns are released under this brim. *Lowers the hat again, faint snoring sounds are heard*

Seishuku looks like Captain Harlock..... http://www.itsartmag.com/features/itsart/wp-content/uploads/2013/05/Captain-Harlock-6.jpg[/img] ....but acts like Alex Louis Armstrong. http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/255/b/8/alex_louis_armstrong_by_animelover0831-d5ei2my.jpg[/img]

*Rises up from beneath the hat on the floor, adjusts it on his head* RPers can be very much like writers, hypercritical of their own works. This is common of any creative outlet and those who use them though, even musicians go through such angst when composing score or lyrics. So the most important thing to remember in a situation like this is... Don't Panic! If you're not a Douglass Adams fan, that's alright. The point is that RP is first and foremost about FUN! RADFMEZCjeM Fun doesn't involve fear or apprehension. That's what makes it great. So just enjoy yourself, don't worry about "less or more" in your emotes or replies. Enjoy the character you wrote the way you want to enjoy it. 8-) Cheers! -Black Hat *Disappears back under the hat, leaving it on the floor*

*Reaches out from under his hat and points to this post* Thematically, an antagonist (see: Villain) is the plot device that works against the protagonist (see: Hero). So technically speaking, in open RP, there is no such thing as a villain or antagonist unless those individuals pertain to a specific story within the Open RP. Example: Mister A is an adventurer who saved a village from pirates bent on loot and plunder. Mister B was one of those pirates who survived the battle and vowed revenge on Mister A for the defeat. <-This is an antagonist in fiction. Example 2: Mister A is an adventurer who saved a village from pirates bent on loot and plunder. Mister B is an angry ex-merchant whose business was ruined and happened to be bumped into by Mister A on the Ruby Road Exchange. Because of that perceived slight, Mister B seeks to mess up Mister A's life. <- This is an antagonist in fiction. Example 3: Mister A is an adventurer who saved a village from pirates bent on loot and plunder. Mister B was exposed to too much aether and it warped his mind, so he stabs Mister A in the throat with a fork. <- This is not an antagonist in fiction. The difference is the plot. Random acts of chaos and violence don't make a villain specifically, because that character's random acts of chaos and violence are the story that player is telling at the time. Technically, that makes the crazy fork-stabber-guy the protagonist and anyone who reacts to it would become the antagonists. (Don't let me blow your minds now) Now, to further make things more confusingly clear (Yay, I love oxymorons), in RP; Fork-stabber is telling his story of chaos and throat-poking but invites Mister A, C, and Miss D to join in the story. Whose the protagonist then? Still Fork-stabber. A,C, and D are now support characters in the tale. They are meant to enhance the story with their actions, regardless of if they decide to stab people with forks too or attempt to apprehend and browbeat Fork-stabber for being a psychopath. Finally, upon the conclusion of the story (be it Fork-stabber's success or failure), A,C,D and even Mister B or anyone else watching the event unfold from the sidelines has the capacity of creating their own story about the events in "The Marvelous Adventures of Fork-stabber" and thus become the tellers of their own stories. This makes them the protagonists and Fork-stabber becomes a plot device, not the antagonist (unless Fork-stabber decides to mess with whoever has begun their story and stab them with his mighty forks, at which point he becomes the antagonist.) Point being: RP is a fluid progression of stories where we as PCs jump from role to role (protagonist, antagonist, support, and plot device) willy-nilly. And whether a character is a protagonist or antagonist depends entirely on who is telling the story at the time. Mr. Freeze's crusade to save his wife by stealing diamonds from rich people is only a villainous tale because it's told from the perspective of Batman. Otherwise, he's a man trying to save his wife. For more on this, check out a film called "Falling Down". P.S.: On the subject of villainous ERPers. A simple quote will suffice: Whatever floats your boat. *Retreats under his hat*

*Peers out from under his hat again* As someone who plays an apparent male "Sue", I will agree that the periphery tends to lean toward accusation. Cap'n tells fantastical stories about himself being truly awesome and is witty enough to "prove" his point (which is that he's amazing). To the casual observer, this can give the impression that he's very much a "Sue". He's egotistical, distrusting, flamboyant, and generally unflappable, which I understand are some characteristics of the male-version. As evidenced in his story in Town Square, he also plays mix and match with skillsets, using a sword, a stardust rod and a spell-based lightning bolt to stop Cancer (the fate monster, not the ailment) all by himself. We all know that's bullshit and maybe some folks look at the story and wrinkle their nose thinking "Oh joy, an overpowered super-guy." and that's a fair impression to make. I'm actually comfortable with that feeling IC. I hope for characters to roll their eyes and scoff. At the end of the day though, it's an impression. Not a fact. In fiction, by its very nature, there are no facts. It's all conjecture and perspective. This is why I find the concept of these labels so frivolous. -I- know that Cap is full of crap and his stories have some loose truth to them, but have been hyped up with the direct intention of aggrandizing himself. Some characters know that Cap is full of crap too. The fun is in creatively designing these fantastical tales of his and roleplaying his adamant belief in them. Not sure if I'm showing my age or not, but there's a wonderful film out there in cult classic land called "The Adventures of Baron Munchausen" based on a series of "Tall Tales" that I suggest folks enjoy if they haven't already. Tall Tales, by definition in the modern age, were the original "Sue" stories and are a major point in the history of creative fiction. Pecos Bill, John Henry, Munchausen, etc. were all fantastical tales of extraordinary people doing something truly epic. They had no "flaws" to speak of, save for specific concepts like: Outlaw, Slave, Doddering Old Fool rebelling against conformity and hypocrisy. So where's the difference? What's the point? The blunt, pragmatic answer to the OP's question is "Yes, by grammatical definition, the term "Mary Sue" is sexist because it's a derogatory term aimed at a gender based on societal dislike of characters depicted in a fictional environment." But, that's just my perspective. Prejudice [ltr]prejudice[/ltr] [ltr] noun [/ltr] a judgment or opinion formed before the facts are known; preconceived idea, favorable or, more usually, unfavorable a judgment or opinion held in disregard of facts that contradict it; unreasonable bias: a prejudice against modern art the holding of such judgments or opinions [*]suspicion, intolerance, or irrational hatred of other races, creeds, regions, occupations, etc. [*]injury or harm resulting as from some judgment or action of another or others Or is it just my perspective? *Slinks back under his hat*

*Peeks out from under the Hat* Quick Question, unless I missed it in all the comments, examples, definitions, and discussions above. If the proto-concept of Mary Sue/ Gary Stu is an idealized depiction of the author in a fictional setting where the idealized depiction is the very model of a modern major general (sidetracked!) perfection, then wouldn't that BE sexist on the part of the author/originator as they have chosen their specific gender over the gender of a truly fictionalized concept? Or did I miss the mark? Expansion! Is the idealized depiction of an author in a fictional setting considered literary nepotism? Rambling nonsense! How much could a Mary Sue do if a Mary Sue could do anything? *Disappears back under his hat, mumbling Dr. Seuss* Now...the star-bellied sneetches had bellies with stars but the plain bellied sneetches had none upon thars. Those stars weren't so big, they were really quite small. You might think such a thing wouldn't matter at all...

I would be happy to have Captain Seishuku talk someone's ear off make a new friend! I'll make an effort to have him stumble upon Rin in the near future and babble away! P.S. Wonderful Wiki. Kudos.

Twas there upon the sea that our fearless hero met the beast, a great, big clipper fully two galleons wide and long. Its beady, black eye were like devil's pearls lodged at odds on the sides of its main shell. Such a creature could rival mighty Leviathan for dominion over the briney deeps and yet the Good Captain was not afeared. On the deck of the mighty Sunbird, his glistening airship, Captain Seishuku pressed the bridge of a booted foot upon the prow and leaned forward into the pitch to meet the beastie's black-eyed gaze. His sable mask gleamed, covering half his face and strands of luxurious midnight hair brushed across the hell-spawned red eye in the churning winds that rippled across his black and red leathern coat. It rustled round the cuffs, billowing white like the sails of a sea ship. The shell beast clacked its great pincers, eager for a fight and the good Captain glowered down upon it from on high. You see, he knew that stopping the creature here amidst the waves would spare the good folk of Costa Del Sol its bedeviled machinations. Plus, they spared no cost in hiring him to send it back to the depths from whence it stirred. That was a fair point, to be sure. Good coin for services rendered and Captain Seishuku'd never miss a chance at good coin. Nevermind the fact that he'd plundered the Master's stores the previous night. With a mighty leap, the Captain came crashing down upon the creature with his sword drawn and it struck true! Its shell cracked beneath the impact, the blade piercing a carapace that deflected cannonfire. The beast thrashed, but he held his blade tightly even as his body was swung this way and that. Its many limbs cut the air in the throes of pain, but the Captain did not relent! Gripping his sword in both hands, he planted his boots upon the shell and waited for the right moment. Patience and courage won the day as the creature recovered, growing still enough for the Captain to gain his footing. He jerked his blade free, calling down the rod of stars upon the wound. Its tip stabbed into the crevice, the chink in the great clacker's heavy armor and rooted there. Bellowing arcane incantations into the turbulent winds, the good Captain summoned a massive bolt of lightning from the brewing storm clouds that struck the rod and fried that big ole beast but good from the inside out. As it stumbled and sank, he pulled the rod from it and whistled for Sunbird to descend. Before the denizen of the deep disappeared beneath the waves, its shell wisping thick streams of smoke, Captain Seishuku jumped onto the deck of his very fine airship and guided it back up into the clouds without a look back, satisfied with the outcome. "S'Kruger-spoof!" cried a Lominsan man from a nearby table in the Quicksand, sloshing his pint of ale as he waved it derisively. "E'erybody knows that blasted shell-monster crawled up on shore and very nearly crushed Coster Del Sol if it hadn't a been fer all them adventurers on the sands t'drive it back! Had nothin' t'do with that shite-faced blackguard! Don' sell me no dog, wot!" Many patrons laughed at the seafarer's odd words, but more likely the meaning behind them as their heads swiveled from the drunk old goat to the very resplendently dressed man in black and red leathern coat with a half mask of gleaming silver whereupon sat one bright, red eye. He was brandishing a fork in one hand and a cup of mulled wine in the other whilst standing atop a table to properly regale the tavern's compliment with the tale. At the lout's words, Seishuku's human blue eye narrowed and he peered ignobly down at the man. "Good Sir, I'll have you know that I was privy to such a feat of epic heroism myself and I share this legendary deed with you out of the goodness of my own heart for I am that which sent the shell-beast low. Whether or not it rose back up later is as inconsequential as whether it was further defeated by adventurers on the shores of La Noscea. Surely, you must agree that IF I had struck the devastating blow as I say then it was already wounded when it returned and was therefore far easier to defeat because of my efforts? What say you?" The Limsan balked, either unable to follow all the words or aghast at the audacity of the claim. Whatever it was, the man stroked his beard for a moment in great, drunken thought only to finally heave a sigh and a nod. "Y'have me there, Cap'n....." Seishuku laughed, flinging the fork down into the table with aplomb, where it lodged upright with a dull twang next to his silver-tipped boot. He glanced down, noting the lucky position of the fork and blithely passed it off as intentional with a grand laugh and applause around his wine cup. "Dear maidens of honeyed meads and amber ales, a round to the Admiral's man there for his honesty and sound mind!" The Limsan man chuckled gruffly and raised his cup to Seishuku. "If I were the Admiral's man, I'd have y'clapped in irons." The captain tucked one leg behind the other and bent low in a flourishing bow. "I feel I am very safe here in Ul'dah, goodman. Extradition pains aside, we all know the brass ones only twist their knickers for a good price." Seishuku paused to partake of a deep drink from his cup as he stood upright, his free hand raised at shoulder height in an aristocratic, artistic pose. When the wine was politely swallowed, he smiled with all the charm he could muster. "Besides, if I'm to be trapped by the constabulary, I intend to be chained in New Gridania. Their cells are by far the most comfortable in all of Eorzea...." The Lominsan offered a smirk that was far too toothy for the Captain's liking. "Fifty thousand gil ain' worth a knicker twist, y'say?" This revelation made Seishuku's visible eyebrow lift high on his forehead. "Is it that much?" He asked with more humble concern, seeming genuinely worried. "Goodness. I fear I've flown my flag higher than intended....Not that one can really control the outcomes of life's little tribulations, but I had hopes of at least remaining a meager ten thousand for another fortnight or two." The Captain spun around on his already crossed legs and flounced down upon the tabletop in a criss-crossed position. "Oh dear." He grew silent, as if the wind was pulled from his sails and the longer he wasn't acting like a dancing Opo-opo upon the table; the more those in the Quicksand began to forget all about him. Everyone liked a spectacle, after all.

Greetings and Welcome to the RPC! While I may be american made.... *Flips the bill of his very fine hat-self to show the manufacture tag* ....I keep hours that are opposed to those of my own timezone, so we may bump into each other! Please don't hesitate to friend me, PM me, emote at me anytime on Balmung as Captain Seishuku. Cheers!

Money has been thrown, more thrown at a later date possibly.

*Climbs on Roen's head, settles askew slightly so as to look stylish* Beneficence combined.

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