Star Lin

(ooc: Another quick post, because I completely forgot to put anything down about Ruran's and John's meeting) I'm seem to be forgetful today. I forgot to write down my meeting a strange Hyur a few days ago. Mom and I had just finish a small clinic for the people in the Silver Bazaar, to care for any injuries or illness. Mom and Dad had already left and I was cleaning up after some of the others had left to take supplies back to the clinic. I stop by the well to let Lady Kikipu know that I was heading back to Ul'dah. There was a hyur there, helping one of the local women to get water from the well. Though I was weary of the mask he wore, he seem to be nothing like the mask bandits that I was told about when I was far younger. He notice Kit, and well, she does love it when others notice her. He seem well, not child-like in wonder but wonder all the same from what I could tell of his eyes. His name is Ruran Vas. We spoke for a little bit, until Kit notice something glowing behind his chest armor. When he pull it out, it look like a soul stone, much like the one that came for Kit's book, or Sister's own soul stone. And from what I could tell when I pull Kit's stone out, I could feel a growth in the vibration of the aether within it. It was the first time since it came from the book when Ryuuga. It also seems that I and Sizha are not the only ones that have fairies as well. It's good to know that there are others of Kit's people still around and has partners to help with healing. I told him that I help heal at the Grindstone then I meantion the fight that young Ado had with Grandfather and how I had not seen him. I know that the family must still be hurting over Sir Locke's death. Sir Ruran must have known the hyur a little from the sad reaction he had to his name. I meantion that Dad even thought that Sir Locke's death wasn't an accident but I fear I may have made him only hurt more over the other's death. I told him that he could find me at the clinic if he ever needed a healer or that I would be around Dusk. If he comes by Grindstone, I should let him know that I also have been helping out Aethertide and when the mansion is at if he can't find me in Thanalan. With what Sam and I are probably going to have to face, I should see if he thinks it might be a good idea to take up the offer of learning how to deal with voidsent that Khy and Lady Vi are offering to teach. I wouldn't mind hearing his thoughts on it, even if he doesn't deal with voidsents himself.

Has it really been so long since I last wrote in this. I guess life and having a couple of other souls in you can make time fly. Ugh, that probably not as funny as I wish it could be. I still miss Howl's presence greatly and it worries me that his room is empty. I try not to ask for fear of what Warren will say if I ask were Howl is and I feel horrible enough that I had not realize that he is gone. I can't use the excuse for being busy, as his best friend, I should have realize, known that something was wrong. I feel that I fail him in some way and I do not know how to make it right. As for why I'm still in the infirmary and not heading for the 'Sisters' meeting yet. I had to use my 'gift' to help Sizha, though it concern me that Sizha seem to also have dream as well. Perhaps his mind and Sizha'to own presence was what pull him into it as well. To relieve Calamity again but through another's eyes has cause my own heart and the aetherical wound there to ache from my sister's death. It also hurt that I could not 'stop' their parents death, though I know that is not how my gift works. I can only observe what takes place and gleam insight on how to help the person to deal with it. Sizha'to was right, the anger and hate that was infection the memories had to be lance open, even it it hurt Sizha to remember what he and his brother said to each other out of pain and anger from their parents death. I can only hope that he can start to heal now and that Sizha'to and I can make him realize he truly hadn't meant it. I'm sure once we find his brother, the true healing begin, for all 'three' of them. Sizha'to, he is my greatest concern right now. Though he is the other half of Sizha he is his own persona as well. I see one of two things happening when Sizha starts to heal. He will either fight to remain himself, which would hurt both of them, and though they are two half of the same soul.... *writing trails off as if he left in a hurry* Sorry, was almost late for the Sisters meeting which didn't take place. I'm settle on the step outside so I can finish up this. As I was writing earlier, though Sizha'to and Sizha are two side of the same Gil, Sizha'to is too form for them to truly to fit back together. I don't have a problem with it as Sizha'to seem not to wish to cause harm. The others might have to be brought more gentle around to him. I just hope that Khy doesn't try to push to get rid of him as that could cause damage as well. My worry is that Sizha'to may feel that he isn't needed or wanted and try to rejoin with Sizha. Once again, this could be a problem with Sizha'to is to form to fit back into Sizha's personality. If nothing else, the two will know that they have an ally with me. The first thing I'll do while the two are healing from the wound that I lance, I'll head for the Shroud and start making inquiries about Sizha's brother. I can only hope that someone will remember the two brothers and might give me a clue as to where G'azierth might be, and well, I might also luck out with word on someone that might have saw a blond Sunseeker as well. As for the other thing that I going to write about, Sam was able to find Micky's notes and well, Dad isn't happy with the whole lot of us. From what he was able to translate from the changes that Micky himself did to it. It was a spell that was was to cascade through the members of the group, with one death leading to the others dying right after, releasing their aether in a way to rip open a void gate. I don't blame Dad for being mad, Sam was just as upset about it as well. But it seem that Micky realize that something was odd about the spell and change it enough that our aether would be release back into the lifestream. Dad's concern is that when we didn't die at the moment that Micky did, that either the 'person' that lead Micky to the spell thought that there wasn't enough aether to cause the cascade effect or that we were better able to handle the extra amount of aether in us. Dad thinks now that the others deaths might not have been accidents. And I could tell that something happen when Sam went after the book because Ax is staying far too close and I can see the damage done to the edge of his ax as well. It does seem that the way to break it is to have a willing sacrifice but I know how that may turn out...if we even see that attack coming. Dad is going to work on a better counter spell to beak it without either of us willingly throwing our lives away for the other. I fear that we might now have a choice in the matter. We'll handle it, like we always done. I'm not going to get the others hurt because of what we did when we were all too young and stupid to realize the dangers that this joining spell would cause. I and Sam don't want our deaths to cause more harm.

They're not active yet. *looks and then goes back to check again* Now I feel really stupid. Thanks for pointing that out to me.

It doesn't say anything about holding off on redeeming the codes. I'm C&P the page that you get sent to in the e-mail to redeem said code. The only date that is mention is Oct 16 for the items to come in through the mog mail. There is no date about when to enter the code at all. I went ahead and fired off a ticket to the support center to see if they can help as well. I'm also sorry for all the coding stuff, I don't know why that came up when I copy and paste it. ***** Follow these instructions to redeem your Fan Festival 2016 in Las Vegas item code. 1. Proceed to the FINAL FANTASY XIV:Mog Station. (http://sqex.to/Msp) 2. Log in using your Square Enix account. 3. Select Your Account from the top menu. 4. After selecting the service account for which you would like to redeem your bonus item code, select Enter Item Code. 5. Follow the on-screen instructions to enter your item code. Fan Festival in Las Vegas Bonus Item Code Valid From: October 14, 2016 through December 31, 2017 Notice Regarding In-Game Item Delivery · Items are planned to be distributed via Mog Letter starting from October 16, 2016 at 12:01 a.m. (PT). · At this time, you will receive a Mog Letter containing the Wind-up Rikku minion and “Dream of the Fayth” token items. · You will be able to exchange the “Dream of the Fayth” token items for either the Abes’ attire or High Summoner attire after the conclusion of the Fan Festival in Europe. Be sure to hold onto them! Important Notes · Only one Fan Festival in Las Vegas item code can be redeemed per service account. · You cannot register multiple item codes from the Fan Festival in Las Vegas event, including codes received from purchasing the Fan Festival in Las Vegas live stream, to one service account. · A service account for FINAL FANTASY XIV must be registered to your Square Enix account in order to use this bonus item code. · The bonus item code can only be redeemed once. · Once registered, the bonus item code cannot be removed from your service account. · Please do not lose this bonus item code, as are placement code cannot be issued. · The transfer or sale of this item code by any means is strictly prohibited.

Figure I would post this here. Has anyone had trouble redeeming the code of the items you get from buying the livestream? I try redeeming it and it says the code is invalid. I even double check the code to make sure I wrote it down right before typing it in.

Forgot to beep you when I kade the post. Livestream details for NA posted above. *give hug* Thanks for the update Kage. I'll get the livestream tonight once I'm off work.

Has there been any word yet when we can do the subscription for the livestream of Fanfest? So far, I haven't seen anything about it.

So, after 5 hours of blood, sweat, tears, a few deaths, some near misses, a wipe, and trying not to giggle myself to death while listening in on Aethertide's voice chat... Coil T1-13 has been clear by John. And I have the title to prove it. (I also double check the chat window to make sure I could show off the achievement and that no company/linkshell chat was showing.)

Also, I think it was mention that they don't do that because of the wards having to be on all the time because of Chocobos coloring and Gardening. But it's been a while so I'm not sure it I heard right or not.

(ooc: The log for the investigation that John and Ryn did, along with Kaito and Aghurlal. Please enjoy.) Prologue- The Mission [1] Faint, faint tapping can be heard. There is no measure or cadence to the sound. The intended recipient should be savvy to the noise and what it actually conveyed. [Fury.] [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> ...ye? [1] "Te fuck's tha' noise?" [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> 'S someone tryin' to talk. [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Lemme listen. [1] "...so much fer speakin' freely on this thin'," he mutters. A thump is heard, followed by a whimper. "Quit yer winnin', shoul've though' ta na' steal all te pretty shinies. Freakin' rook." [1] A soft scoff. More tapping. [in a meeting right now. Cannot relay normally. Maelstrom Corporal Seiji Kanada. I need a nob on him. Any whid about his movements within the city-state and Swiftperch within the last fortnight.] A pause. [This one is urgent. Need answers before the morrow. I'll repay the favor.] [1] *a similar hushed tone* "If'n ye can't get Piggy, Tell yer Auntie" [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Piggy and Auntie. Right. For them what missed it, need whids on Maelstrom Corporal Seiji Kanada's movements twixt LImsa an' Swiftperch within the last fortnight. [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Any takers? I'll prolly jump on it right soon. [1] "...oooh. Can't speak. Sorry...tappin' person. Ye need o' hand, ye'll 'ave it." [1] "would love to help but, got my hands full* Sound of magic being thrown around in his background. "Be safe out there." [1] "If you need help, Fury, I'm up for it..." [1] "I'll be ta Limsa in o' flash. Tell me where ta meet ye." [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Could maybe use a hand, aye, or a better cover. Me face ain't that o' a stranger over that ways, seein' as I were tryin' to get a grip on Warfury not less than a week ago. [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Only so many times you can ask after a 'friend' 'til folks start askin' why you's askin', aye? [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> ((got an unspoiled node in 10 minutes and then i'll be free)) [1] "Hmm...well, I can go a askin'. Haven' played any o' te players on te board, so ta speak." [1] "Where do you want to meet?" [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Ferry docks in Limsa, or Aleport, whichever you's closest to now. We'll all group up proper in Aleport an' head east. [1] A' an aetheryte now. See ye a' Aleport." [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Piggy, these movements official-like, or off the books? Don't want to go pokin' 'round no Yellowjacket records iffin we don't have to. [1] "Meet you at Aleport." [1] Tapping. [Fury, play it clean. Rest of you, heads down. Reds and Yellows know your face. I don't want them to know theirs.] [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Aye aye. Slight change o' plans - you lot meet in Aleport, an' I'll start at ferrydocks. Pretend ye don't know me iffin' ye see me. John Waterstrike comes up from the docks, hat pull low over his eyes. He reach out placing his hand to make like he was calming the bird as his eyes glance over the people here. [1] "...alright, look inconspicuous 'nogh'. A' te Aetheryte na'." Act I- To Swiftperch John Waterstrike eyes flicker over catching Rynathan over to the side. He lifted his hat a little, to make better eye contact. [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Keep me an' our red-coated friends up to date on developments. [1] "Alright, Fury." Rynathan Elurhandir whistles inconspicuously as he runs a finger over the edge of his bastard sword. He turns his eye toward the man on the chocobo, shrugs, then turns back to his sword. However, his ear wiggles a little, as if in greeting. [1] "Lead te way, lad. Coul' act like were leve-runnin', if ye's like" [1] "Alright." John Waterstrike stops for a moment, looking over what look to be leves plates, murmuring a bit before heading to Swiftperch. Rynathan Elurhandir scowls a little as he looks up at the lad on the high chocobo. "Any idea what we're supposed to be cuttin', lad? Rather have my ale gil sooner than later," he asks, his tone harsh and almost Ul'dahn in accent. Rynathan Elurhandir whistles loudly for his chocobo, which arrives rather suddenly. It's a big thing, and it makes him look minisule as he jumps into the saddle. ((after they move away frome Aleport)) John Waterstrike stops for a moment, making sure the road is clear. "Not a bad accent," he murmurred. "Any idea who we look to about what we have to do?" Rynathan Elurhandir: "Nah o' fuckin' clue, lad. Le's make our way over, an' fin' out who ta question over te pearl." [1] "Hey, Agh. Shoul' we follow yer lead on who ta question?" Rynathan Elurhandir: "Yah, chobobo!" [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Hells, I reckon you know as well as me. I got sod-all last week an' only found our mort after she were dead, so maybe yous'll have more luck than I. John Waterstrike after noding, he gives one pat and the bird takes off, following and passing after [1] "Lovely...a' Swiftperch now." [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Give you a tip, though. Don't bother talkin' to [hyuran-sounding name], 'e's a drunkard what likes makin' up stories. [1] "Will do, Fury." John Waterstrike gives one more pat, the slips off. "Find some greens, Safire." letting the bird head off. John Waterstrike frowns a little before putting the plates away. He would speak with the Lalafell first. Rynathan Elurhandir turns the large bird about, and hops off. "Alright, ya beast, get and go fill that stomach!" he mutters, patting it on the hip as it runs off toward the range. Rynathan Elurhandir: "Oi, blueberry! I said we were here for leves, did I not? You trying ta cut corners on my ale gil!?" John Waterstrike: "Ah, shut ye trap. Making nice with locals helps with ye mining." Rynathan Elurhandir: "Boy, does it look like this sword was made for /mining?/" he grunts, a mischevious glint in his eye as he gives the lad a sour look. John Waterstrike trying not to cring at the way he spoke to Ryn...but knowing it was part of the act. "Thought ya was going to poke some of the bushes or a over size tooth pick." He glance away. "Ifna ya want extra gil, ya should have pick up a battle leve." Rynathan Elurhandir: "Well that's what /that/ big bastard's for, aye?" he sulks, pointing at Swygskyf. John Waterstrike: "Well, Ya go talk to him. Ah make nice with the locals so I know the best are ta do some mining." Rynathan Elurhandir mutters something about being Thal's balls deep in some chocoshite as he stomps over to the levemate. John Waterstrike stops over by Fewon. "Hey, know of any better mining then what on these." Fewon look up at him, "They be mark...then do them." John rolls his eyes. "A friend said ya would know the best place to mine." Rynathan Elurhandir: "This is all ye can offer? Thal's balls, man, that hardly covers my board, let alone my broad. Whatever, it'll be done in a flash," he scowls, though he exchanges a fist bump with the man and pads away with a smirk on his face. "Oi blueberry! Time to earn your gil!" John Waterstrike ||Fewon look at him, seeming to peek up at the praise. "Ah, who be your friend?" John grin, "Name Seiji Kanada...haven't seen the loute in a while and he told me to see..." and tries not to blink as he gets a glaring eye roll. "That lout sleeps more thena he should. Cannot believe he's be an officer." John Waterstrike pinch the bridge of his nose. "Ah...that sound likea him...Ah'll going have a few words...mostly with me pick." and stomps over to Ryn. John Waterstrike stops by him. "Ifna ya ready, lets head on out." Rynathan Elurhandir: "Let's go blueberry. There're dodo's to cut, an' wolves to lay down." ((After they move away from Swiftperch)) Rynathan Elurhandir takes a deep breath and sighs when they're out of earshot. "Sorry fer te act, mate." Rynathan Elurhandir: "Figure we run some leves so we've o' solid cover, an' question tha' Yellowjacket bou' this Seiji character. If i's in line with wha' ye've uncovered, we shoul' be green." John Waterstrike sighs, "Sorry for the words Sir." he said. He was really missing his fairy persent but well he had plenty of apples for her at home. "Looks like Seiji was sleeping more then guarding, at least from what I gather." Rynathan Elurhandir: "Anyone 'ave eyes on 'im sleepin'...or who 'e was sleepin with?" John Waterstrike: "It might be different with the other Jackets though." He shakes his head. "The lalafell didn't mention anyone else with him. Might get more from the others though." Rynathan Elurhandir: "Aye...an' nothin' ta apoligize fer, mate. I's o tight scheule, an' we've ta make due 'bout what we're runnin'." ((four leves in five minutes later)) Rynathan Elurhandir: "An' tha's tha'...yer pretty dimber fer a stabber, eh?" John Waterstrike: "Thank you, Sir though Pic...my friend was far better at them." Rynathan Elurhandir: "I's jus' o' matter o' time an' patence, lad. Ye don' ge' good in o' day...usually," he replies as he holds out the bastard sword, looking at it curiously before sheathing it. Rynathan Elurhandir: "An' Ryn'll do, lad. Ain' no ser," he adds with a jesting smirk. John Waterstrike rub the back of his neck. "My teacher says the same but well..." he shurg his shoulder. "Um, ok Si...I mean Ryn. Think we better head back and see what the Jackets know?" Rynathan Elurhandir: "Bes' ta wait fer o' bit, I thin'...don' wan' ta make i' look ;ike tha' was too easy, les' te Jacket ge' wary..." John Waterstrike nods even as he tugs a bit at his gloves. He closed his eyes for a moment, getting a scent of sea air. "Been a while since I been out here." Rynathan Elurhandir: "Aye...been awhile since I've foun' m'self ou' an about La Noscea. Me mate'o'mine have a room in Thanalan, o' all te places...so, well, I've been more far afield than usual." Rynathan Elurhandir: "Certainly o' nicer breeze ta smell. Salt beats dus' any day." John Waterstrike blinks. "Thanalan is home but..." he trail off, feeling the edge of some of Pick's memories brushing against his own. "Sea dye pink...makes like a blush of a young lady as Sun meets water." He blush a little. "Friend use to tell me that." [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> How are you doing? Rynathan Elurhandir chuckles. "Soun's like his head is in te gutter some, iff'n ye ge me meanin'...anyway, tha' soul' be long enough. Le's go poke a Jacket." John Waterstrike nods blushing even more since he knew who the young lady was he talking about. Coughs a little in his hand. "Yeah, we better head back." His ear wiggle at the voice over the pearl. [1] "Inital review show's 'e's a slacker...but clean otherwise. Pokin' o' Jacket now." [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> What sort o' slacker? [1] "A bit of sleeping instead of guarding from what the local say." [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Right-o. Act III- the Interview ((upon returning to Swiftperch)) Rynathan Elurhandir: "Alright, you bird, go wait outside while I get my gil," he mutters, jumping off as the bird flees for the plains. John Waterstrike gives a long suffering sigh. "So ya got ya gil. Happy now?" Rynathan Elurhandir exchanges hands with the levemate, a note sticking out from the bag of gil he was handed. "Aye, that'll get my junk touched at least. He won't tell me a thing about mining, though, so take that up with him," he mutters, handing John a share of the gil...as well as the note. John Waterstrike takes the gil. "Well, it'll get me some food in me stomach. " Pocket the gil but not before glancing at the note. "Alright, Ah'll see about the mining, ya go and do something..." Rynathan Elurhandir: "Anyway...need to guestion that bloke in yellow about a debt owed. So /excuse/ me." John Waterstrike busy looking over the mining plates on the leves, making a face at them. Rynathan Elurhandir: "Oi, roe-tits! Where's yer friend Seiji! Corporal Seiji?" ||Fraeloef glares down at the miqo'te. "Oi, watch ye trap." he said. "Seiji...Ah ya mean the slacker Corporal?" Rynathan Elurhandir: "Aye, that chocoshite owes me gil. Said his word was good after I won more than he had at a Triad bet...and it's been nearly seven suns! I'm here to collect!" ||Fraeloef looks down in disbelief at Ryn. "Ha, ya musta got him roaring drunk to get guy to gamble." ||Fraeloef gave a laugh. "Probably be why he owe ya." Rynathan Elurhandir blinks in suprise but presses forward. "You're certain? Isn't he that wide-eyed lalafelan bastart that likes to boast about the girth of his junk?" ||Fraeloef throws his head back with a laugh. "Ya been taken it seems." he said. "Coporal Seiji is a dark skin Hyur... midlander me think, not that ya can tell the difference between them highlander and midlanders." Rynathan Elurhandir: "That.../that/..." Rynathan Elurhandir: (yells) "That two faced midgit /shite fucker/!" Rynathan Elurhandir fumes, breathing deeply as he look about enraged. "And this Seiji man, he ain't the type to send folk to do his bidding?" ||Fraeloef threw his head back laughing even louder. "Ya just going have ta look for the midgit else were. Lot that you'll probably have any luck finding him." He calm down a little. "Probably hop the first boat once he was sure ya was on a Wild Dodo chase." Looks thoughtful for a moment. ||Fraeloef snorts after a moment. "Ifna it can get him outa guard duty then yeah, hena probably would." ||Fraeloef shakes his head. "Will admit that Ah never seen him send anyone else and he is ona Guard duty on time....even if he falls asleep at his post." Rynathan Elurhandir sulks in his spot, rubbing a fist into his palm. "Well...guess I best go find a trail on this wee bastard. When we meet in Thal's realm, first round's on me," he mutters sullenly, stomping off as he barks at John. "Oi, blueberry! We've a con to go gut!" John Waterstrike hands over the leve plates. "Better keep him from ending up in the ceil. Ah use the leves fro 'Port." ((After they pad away from Swiftperch)) John Waterstrike sighs. "Well, not sure if that help us or not, Ryn." Rynathan Elurhandir takes a deep breath, and sighs in relief, shooting the lad a savy grin. "An tha', as they say, is tha...te Levemete feed us anythin' useful?" John Waterstrike shakes his head. "Only what was on the note. So we should probably keep an eye on this Seiji...even if it just seems that he rather sleep then guard." John Waterstrike: "Or maybe the route he uses, in case he's meeting someone between the walk from Aleport and here." Rynathan Elurhandir: "Eh, from wha' I coul' tell? Seems this Seiji's pretty clean cut. If he only gambles when drunk off his arse, he shouldn' be te conivin' type sober. Rynathan Elurhandir: "An' if all he's doin' is slackin', I don' think he's te type ta plot agains' Limsa. He's gettin' his gil te easy way, an' i' seems likely he ain' te sor' o' rook ta risk his neck plant'n bombs round te city in his off time." John Waterstrike thinks for a moment. "So..." he sigh, "We're still back to square one on who and why they wanted to bomb near the guild during a fighting tournament." Rynathan Elurhandir: "A' te very leas', we've confirmed tha' this Seiji ain' worth te time we can't afford ta waste. If anythin', i' migh' make him o' resource. Either way, le's report ta Aghu, an' scamper off before we ge' made." Epilogue- the Report ((As they walk back to Aleport)) [1] "Oi Aghu? Ye 'roun'?" [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Yeah. S'up? [1] "This Seiji bloke seems clean cut. A slacker tha' sleeps on te job, bu' tha's jus' 'im makin' easy gil. Don' gamble sober, don' use folk ta do 'is work, so far as we coul' tell." [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Aight. Lines up wit' what I got. Chatted to Maelstrom's public-facin' lot an' they said 'e was in timely-like at 7 bells past noon, every night, no funny business. [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Piggy? Auntie? [1] "Aye, oink." [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Got that? [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Normally I'd be suggestin' you get someone to check over lad's paperwork for tamperin', but coupled wit' what Ryn's got an' I dunno if it's worth it. [1] "Clearer than a bell. And on your end, Fury?" ((They return to the Aetheryte in Aelport)) Rynathan Elurhandir leans against the wall, looking up at the aetheryte with a small grin. [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Naught of interest around town, an' his command say he's clean. [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Whatcha want 'im for, anyroad? [1] "He's a suspect in the investigation. Apparently the uniform the Jacket was wearing had been rented out in his name before the bombing. From the sounds of your investigation, he's been set up." [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Aye-aye. [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Could've picked a darker cull to pin... [1] "Well tha's convenien'...led te Jacket I poked te believe some lalafel stole his name ta make o' bet." [1] "Never know, Fury. Respectable gentlemen like us don't look half bad in the lightmans." John Waterstrike sighs, placing his hand on his pack, feeling Kit's book was still safe there. Trying not to grimce at what was going on over the pearl. [1] "..." Snickering. "Nice." [1] "Tha' migh' get te proper athorities lookin' in te right direction fer a change." *snickers in kind* [1] "Need anythin' else before we pad off here?" [1] "Think the Jacket will say anything to Seiji about a miqo'te looking for him?" [1] "Doubt it. I'll keep the Yellows hushed. They're more than happy to keep their gobs shut around us reds regardless." [1] "Nah, I've o' pretty convincin' Ul'dahn accen', an' I made it pretty clear I was huntin' wee men this nigh'." [1] "Anyway, if tha's all, I'm gonna pad off. Pleasure ta' help ye dimber dabbers ou'." [1] "I should head home soon as well. If you need anything else, Fury...Piggy, I'll have the pearl open." [1]<♣Aghurlal Qar'akimusun> Thankin' ye both very much. [1] "Glad I could help." [1] "Always o pleasure ta dance tha' tune...till next time then." John Waterstrike glance over, even as he gathers aether around him. "Be careful heading home yourself, Ryn." Rynathan Elurhandir sighs contently. "Well, pleasure workin' with ye, lad. DIdn' catch yer name though." [1] "Much obliged, gentlemen." Click! John Waterstrike thinks for a moment before removing his hat and freeing up his ears. "John, Sir." he said, bowing. "But Fury seem to starting calling me Scribbles." He gave a small smile. "Maybe I'll see you at the Grindstone one night." John Waterstrike: "But if ya wish, I'll also go by my um, friend's old Rogue name...'Pitch'." Rynathan Elurhandir: "Made i' ta te semifinals las' night...who knows? Maybe we'll ge' ta square off next time, Scribbles," he replies with a grin, pushing off the wall and slapping him on the back with a hearty chuckle. John Waterstrike gives another small smile. "Thought I recongize you but well, were was a lot of fighters to heal last night." Rynathan Elurhandir chuckles. "Pretty sure I caugh' yer scen' when someone wen' about offerin' healin," he chuckles pulls aether in around him, invisioning home in his mind. "Oschon send ye down clever paths lad." ((Ryn Teleports away))

Trying to get my main Tanya through coil (the FC is just doing 5, 9, and 13 in hope that the achivement is was triggers the bit for her dialogue), but miss out on the run for 9 yesterday. Going to try to get it later this week before the last run on 13 this coming Saturday. For John, I'm not sure if I can get a group together to get it and really, if I get it on Tanya then I want to see the difference with John. With Kestlona, I'm not even going to attempt it.

YES! *dashes off to go and look at the new video* I've been kicking around his Youtube channel for my lore fix. My favorite so far is his ARR Abridge series. Dang it, I need more Masher....I need to see the rest of his story and what will happen to him when he goes Heavensward.

Haven't been able to get into game the last few days (crazy work week) but hope to hop in for a little bit tonight. I might have to send a message to @maelstrom-command to see what John will find at the spot that he's suppose to be check. I have a bit of a storyline event that is playing out in my head at the moment so I'm using it as a reason why he hasn't check sooner the now. I'll see you guys this coming Saturday for the meet.

Oh, this sounds interesting but not sure if I could make it. Keslona's Papa was part of the Sisters before he married and they had Children. 'Uncla' Jacke sometimes stops by to speak with her Papa and he's made sure she knows how to use 'stabbers'. I could see her offically joining up to help out. John is being train by one of the Doman ninja's that is part of Captain Robinton's unit but he also know 'Pitch'/Pick (part of his Sister's crew probably about 10 or so years ago) and use to be part of the Sisters before the blood on his hands became almost too much for his soul. John has all of Pick's memories up to the point where Pick saved him from drowning when he was 12. I could bring him in, especially if say another Rogue happens to recognize his fighting style with Daggers... Kilieit...I'll see about hitting you up on that Sisters-only linkshell, though I'm not sure if I'll do it on Kestlona or John yet.

Well, I'll use this to finally level up NIN on Tanya (my main) and all the other classes I'm going to do on her. For John and Kestlona, well, I'll use it to level up their magic (John) and War (Kest). Not sure if I'll try to get all the minions on Kest or not but I'll wait and see what the drop rate on Tanya is for this.

Hm, can't tell you if you got it or not because I haven't been able to get through Floor 10 in PotD and planning on never going back into it again. So I'm taking it as spoilers as you said. But to add a little bit too it. I was checking out Ethys Asher's channel, I found a video that he did on Edda. There is some very good tidbits in it if you guys want to take a look at. Take what is said with a grain of salt as some of what is talk about may not be accurate anymore as it has been about a year since he did the video.

John push the door open, glancing around the inside of the house before moving farther inside. Anyone that saw him, would notice the pack on his back, and a lid box in his hand. A box that if those that knew how to do so, would be able to tell was heavily warded. "Khy," he call out. "Are you busy?" He wince as a stabbing pain rack the inside of his head. That didn't feel right at all and he swallow wondering if maybe Salacea might be gaining a foothold in his head. Khyran was seated at his desk, bent over paperwork, when he heard the door open. "I'm not busy at all, please come in, John." He put down what he was doing and regarded the man with a concerned look. "Are you ready?" John sigh in relief. "Yes and no," he said, sitting the box down on the desk. "So far, the memories have been...not quiet but still." He reach up, wincing as he rub his forehead, "Until a few minutes ago. I'm worried she's getting a foothold and what you might face in those memories." Khyran considered for a moment, picking up a roll of moko grass and lighting it between his crooked teeth. He drew in a deep draw and blew out the smoke slowly. "Would you like a cigar?" He asked. "Helps calm the nerves, at least for me." He sat for a moment in silence, then turned to face the man more fully, his expression calm. "Delving into the minds of the suffering, corrupt and possessed has been my sole purpose for over six years. I have seen things that keep me awake at night, weeping in my dreams, until I can weep no longer. I am... hardened, John. There is nothing more that I can see that will shake me. So please, do not concern for me. I am, however, concerned for you. I do not wish to waste any more time." He leaned back in his chair a bit, bony fingers folding over his chest. "Your dreaming ability is similar to mine, so I feel no need to ask you if you're prepared for this. It may cause you pain, and it may leave you very weak. Are you ready for that?" He offer his friend a worry smile. "I figure as much." he said, unslinging the pack from his back. "Couple days worth of clothes, a couple of medical books, and this..." he said, knocking his knuckles against the box. "I let Warren and the others know that I might be gone for a couple of days and where to find me, if they can't reach me by Pearl." He rub the back of his neck. "So, um, I'll apologizes now, in case Howl come in wanting to know if I'm ok." He move over to a chair, sitting in it before leaning his head back, rubbing at the growing pain. "I just can't help but worry." He look at Khyran with concern and there might be a darkness along the edge of his eyes. "I know what she's done and what she made others do. Please, just be careful." "It's alright. If anyone comes for you, I will inform them that you will be here. You can stay in my office if you want, now that Nazyl is out of the bed, or we can move into the Medica infirmary. You'll be out in public more that way, however, and that can be seen as both a blessing or a curse depending on what you want." He started to stand from his desk. "I recommend you stay here. People coming and going and trying to talk to you all the time may just hurt your head." He walked over beside John and said, "your concerns are duly noted. But, again..." He patted the man on the shoulder. "Have a little faith in me, aye?" John reach up, placing his hand over Khyran's own. "I have faith, in you. I'll try to help where I can." he said. His hand tighten as another blast of pain before he let go and grip the arm of the chair. "Thi...think you better..." He led John over to the spare room, where he would bid him to lie down, wordlessly gesturing to it. "I will place my hand upon your head, and you will fall asleep. When that happens, your Dreaming will take over, I do believe. I will then be able to access your memories and whatever manner of monster resides there. With luck, I can exorcise it." John drop onto the bed, nodding as he did so. He waited for a moment before stretching out on the bed. "I...if you need to..." he said. "Throw me...into Medical after..." he said, giving a pain smile to Khyran. He closed his eyes and work on steadying his breathing. "Ok, do it now." he whisper. Khyran did not hesitate, or show any sign of uncertainty as his bony fingers dropped onto the man's head, brushing away his hair so that his fingertips could press into flesh. He would feel something like a strange, spreading warmth- a tingling in his scalp. The more he tried to pay attention to it, the more drowsy he would become... until he was plunged into the darkness of dreams. He was within his own mind, yet he would feel a stranger here- an observer that didn't quite belong. If his mind could constitute it, he would picture an ink-black vulture flying gracefully in the distance. John for his part was kind of blink, for a moment fighting the sleep then just letting it take him. He fell, fear raising up as he thought that the reverse happen and his dreaming had ended up placing him in Khyran's memories. It took a moment for him to remember that he had his gloves still on. He force his body to turn, landing and rolling a bit before coming up to his feet. His hand reach for Kit's book and then move to the two daggers in his boots. To Khyran, John would look younger, just entering his teens before the form shift to look like his own self. He blink again, taking in the form of the large bird, black as night, almost hawk like to his mind and not like the vulture that Khy might think he is. He looks around finding Ul'dah's back streets, a small form, very young and looking sort of like John, and an older hyur boy that was aguring with each other. He knew this scene. "This...this is to far back. We need to move up in the memories." he said, not sure if Khyran could here him in this realm. The soon they move, the less he had to relive that moment. Was this Salacea way to by herself time? The vulture swept down until he was flying over John's head, circling. "It is your mind, my friend. Lead me to what I must help you remove, and I will dig my talons into it. Otherwise, I have no power over what memories come to the surface. You are the guide, I am merely your passenger." "Ok..." he said. His hand move, almost as if it was searching before it closed on something and he pull. A darken room, fever heavy in the air. His younger self, lying sick in bed, even as a dark hair elezen lean over 'him' more like a vulture then the one that flew over his head. He could hear Fabrellet's words even now, whisper about how the elements saw him as a curse. And there was his red hair sister, looking like she was ready to beat the healer's head in before she vanish from the room. He slam the door closed. "Not that one....think," he mutter before stepping forward in a random direction. He pass through the link black night, and then far, far in the distance, the faint sound of singing but there wasn't a pull to it. But he knew this memory and he move forward. Maybe if they were closer. The vulture's form remained impassive, existing there, rather than intruding. It observed and waited, its bright red eyes passing from one person to the next. It made no comment on what it saw as it followed John deeper. "...If it helps. Focus your mind and body on the pain. Force yourself to recall what has recently caused you duress. You may pull repressed memories, or you may guide us closer to our source." 'Repressed......memories.' At that thought, the scene change and it was John's room, part of it closed in, a door with a red crystal in a holder next to it. "Kit, I have to do this...I just hope that Pick can forgive me. The others can't know." He sat cross legged, eyes closed, and for a moment, the scene change, a black hair hyur lad with blood dripping from his daggers, 'I can' do it...skin looka more red within all 'he blood.' the lad seem to whisper. 'John' rush forward, even as the lad look like he was going to throw himself in the water. 'John' hand closed on the shoulder and he found himself drowning in someone else memories. It would seem hours...days before the John before him and Khyran recover enough to set the plan into motion. He try to stop the memory, not wanting Khyran to see this. Wasn't it bad enough that Connor found out. Yet he couldn't stop it, almost as if someone else was controling it. He watch himself dye his hair black, finding the fabric to make the puff hat to hid is ears, and the pair of hyur pant to hide his tail. Khyran would realize that the hyur looking out from the mirror was the same one that had been in the back, at his and Fab's trial. A female voice, sickly sweet voice seem to speak around them. "That's right...you had to help, sweet little boy." The voice seem to reach into him pulling at the loneliness. "You couldn't go yourself. Why your parents would have been so angry if they knew you were helping a wanted man." She laugh. "And what would they think, knowing that you were the one that said..." "Stop...stop..." he said, clutching his head. "I didn't mean it. I didn't mean any of it." This memory gave the vulture pause. As he observed it, his wings beat a little slower, until he circled to the ground. Emotion was difficult to read on the face of an animal, and the vulture's own emotions remained as impassive as ever, save for the slight droop of its wings. It was impossible to tell what he was really thinking, but he sat and watched the memory all the same. "They won't believe you." the voice said. "Such a weak little boy but I'll take you in. All you have to do is..." it stop speaking then singing began. Aching and pulling at John in promise to make it stop The scene shifted, the court room, Khyran and Fab. John in the back speaking with the guard. 'I want to be here to support but I can't. If 'they' knew, my family could lose everything...' His Lisma heavily, sounding like a local come to watch a good show. John was on his knees, still clutching his head. "I didn't want to hurt them...everything I said." The woman laugh again. "Then you are such a fool. Why keep fighting? You're protector isn't here anymore. The little one may have forgiven you but he is weak, just like those 'friends'. But, you even weaker then them..." The vulture hopped up next to John, tilting its expressionless face. "This is your mind, John. You are only what you believe you are. I see a young child in you, but you can become a rock- a lion- a dragon." He said. "Shake off the shackles of your guilt. Become a greater beast and come with me to fight this master of lies." The vulture preened a wing. "I hold no animosity towards you. You did what you had to. You are no less a friend of mine. Now- let me hear you roar!" "Don't...don't..." John murmurr. "DON'T EVER CALL CONNOR AND KHYRAN WEAK!" he scream, as something looking like a blond hair seeker flash out from John, fist smashing into the memory to reveal the serpent like form of the Siren behind the memory. "You," she hiss, claws racking into the figure. John scream as the image/memories of Howl's shatter. He scream again...no, shriek like an eagle. 'Eagles have always be a symbol of protection,' Shun's voice whisper. 'Given time and need, every Eagle finds the wings to fly.' He shriek again even as he took to the sky, before diving to rack talons across sickly flesh of the siren. Though the bird was without expression, with the way it spread its wings and lifted its head, it looked proud. And if its beak could smile, it would be beaming- for its heart swelled with a great joy for John as he took to his own wings. With that, the vulture joined the pursuit, the scavenger going right for the Siren's eyes with practiced precision. In the real world, John may feel a strange, biting sort of pain in his forehead as Khyran began the attempt of siphoning the Siren out of his head, trying to capture it in the form of materia. His success, however, would largely be determined by how hard John fights to free himself of the siren's grasp. John cry out, in this dream realm and the real as her tail caught in the side, as he try to turn to make another pass. He hit the ground, stun, even as the siren scream in pain as her eyes were damage. Claw hands rack out blindly at Khyran, hoping to try and catch the one that was taking her prey from her. John shook himself, struggling to get back on his feet and back into the air. He began to think, trying to form a plan. Height, he needed height. Taking to his wings, he flew away and up from the pair, glancing back to judge. Was this far enough, was he high enough to do this? His talon feet open and closed as he ease back, before allowing his wings to close and drop like a feather cover arrow, aiming for the back of Salacea's neck. His beak whipped down to pluck an eye from the socket of the siren's skull. As its clawed hands came out to meet him and he flew away. Its claws caught against his tailfeathers and ripped them free, but the vulture made no sound. He flew around and around its head, tauntingly, distracting it as John moved in for the kill. An eyeball dangled in the vulture's beak. In the real world, it seemed Khyran was slowly succeeding to pull the siren from John's head- but his own energy was beginning to weaken, and his knees quaked with the simple effort of standing. If John could finish off the siren, he could pull it the rest of the way out- but everything hinged on this moment. Claws feet came out, using the moment that Khyran gave him to ready for the kill. He shriek, his only warning as he drop like a metor, claws sinking deep into her neck, and snapping the bones from the force. That same force sent the 'dying' Siren and John into the ground, throwing John, his talons taking chucks of flesh from the body. A claw hand reach out, catching the left wing before John's eagle form tumble away. He laid there, watching Khyran's own form circle above the body and himself, then the body shatter, the memories began to move up to Khyran's form. Then he felt Kit's light, shining near him. In the real world, John's left arm began to bleed out a black slime, sliding down onto the bed before the wound began to bleed red blood. Kit's book at his hip glow, the light seeming to dry it up before it vanish into nothing. John's back arch and he cried out in pain as the materia of the siren's memories was pull from him, then John didn't know anything more, falling into dreamless sleep. With one final pull, the materia coalesced into Khyran's hand, pulling painfully through John's head. With that, the vulture flew away, taking to the sky and calling as he left: "Eagles are hope, and life, and strength. Live unshackled, and carry no regret." And in the real world, Khyran took that materia with him swiftly. He drew a silver lockbox from the bedside table, undoing the combinations and pressing the materia inside. The box was swiftly locked once more, encased in a vault of pure silver. When this was done, Khyran was breathless and shaking, his energy spent and his body aching. But John was his concern. He checked his vitals, ensuring the man was not weakening. As he returned to his senses, the stupor of the dreamworld wearing away, he did not notice the black slime that Kit had expelled. Khyran sank into a chair nearby, and resolved to sit and wait for John to regain consciousness. He would not move, and he would not fall asleep. The man remained ever vigilant.

John finish packing, figuring that a day or two of clothes would be enough while he stay at Aethertide's house to have the siren's memories removed. He place a book on medical herbs on top, in case anyone wanted to read over it while he was there. Then he pick up the lidded box, which was heavily warded on the outside of it. The moment he place Salacea's memories in it. The wards would seal the box, only allowing him to actually open it. He just hope that they could find a way to destroy it and soon. He would have prefer one of them being with him but he didn't know how long it would take to remove all of her memories from his mind and how many times they would have to do it. "I'll have to make sure that Khyran also gets rid of them from his own," he said to Kit. 'Not good, if get rid from you but she finds a way to use him instead.' "Yeah, I don't want him hurt by her." He sat down at his desk, writing out a short note for the others. He folded it, putting down 'From John' on it. Slinging the pack over his shoulders, he step out of the room. He move over to the desk in the small room, placing the note on it, then setting a crystal on it so it didn't get blown off when he left. He closed the door behind him, letting his fingers linger on it before he gather aether around him, finding the point that was Lisma and letting himself be pull to the citystate. Warren, Howl, Sei, or whoever finds this. I'll be gone for a couple of days, I hope, to have Sir Khyran help me with something. Howl, you already know what it's about and probably you as well Warren. If nothing unforeseen happens, then I should be bring a certain object home soon. I hope by then we can work out something to deal with the object, permanently. Until then, I'll be careful and please look out for each other. I have my linkpearl with me if you need to contact me. I'm also will be staying at Aethertide's house while Khyran is helping me. Their place is Mist ward 12, plot 45 if you need to see me. I hope to be home by next Grindstone. May Thaliak's wisdom guide you, John Waterstike

John sigh, rubbing at the ache that seem to linger in his head from the night before. He hope it was just an over use of aether...and not 'her' trying to force her will on him. He would have to speak with Khyran soon and have Howl or Grandfather there. If she manage to form a body when Khy remove those memories, he wanted someone that had dealing with voidsent to back Khy up. "If the memories are just now starting to become active...I should have time to remove them before she gain's control." 'Scared.' Kit said, cuddle into his neck. "Yeah...I am too." He sighs, before stepping out of his room. The apartment was empty. "Dad is probably working with his latest batch of study. Hm, note from mom." He read over the note, smiling. "Can't believe Mimi has finish her training. She'll be looking for a new student soon." He glance at the paper and he rummage for food. Finding a contain of dry roll grains, he heated them in some milk before grabbing an apple and slicing it for Kit to eat. He took a few bites, the food helping to ease the ache in his head. He eyes scan over the paper for a moment, "Jumbo Catpot numbers...Flames holding Northern Thanalan...Slave Traffic Ring..." He frown, as he finish reading the headline. He shakes his head as he reads. "Hope they have someone to speak with them to help them through what they went through." he murmurred. "If Paul and his team was there...then was I wrong that Sir Paul was the Viper or right that he laid the Viper to rest." He shakes his head before finish up the article. He choke on his next bite of cereal, "No...why. If Sir Paul did put the Viper to rest then why would he come back. Could it be a copycat? I should see if I could speak with Lady M'lissa but I can't, not without upsetting Lady Quine." There was also the possibility that she didn't know either. "Yet, if it's not a copycat, then was the girls being charge with underage prostitution what set him off again. That need to protect." If it was then...there was a chance that all the work that he might have done to find his way back to the light could be undone. "With the lack of details about the condition of the bodies, then I have to hope it's a copycat and that Sir Paul and his team will bring him in."

So, I haven't downloaded this game yet but I'm pass due on upgrading my phone. So I'm holding off on getting it. But well, my sis was away for the weekend and when she got home, I notice that my sister was messing with her phone after she went to bed. So I look over her shoulder and I was like... :surprise: My sister...the same one that isn't interested in the video games I have in the house...was playing Pokemon Go. Did I just fall into an AU world or something?

'You have a great crew...' Pick said, even as John fell face first into the bed. 'To willingly place themselves in your steed.' John crack his eyes open before closing them again. "Um, glad I didn't have to face him...not after seeing how he and Berrod..." he said, yawning a bit. "If I didn't feel like...like it was them just enjoying seeing blood spill." His mind drifted back to the room that that had been hidden in the house that Khyran and his group were cleaning up. The ideas on what it could be, especially with the cloth that had the Garlean colors. Pick reach down and ruffle his hair. 'Your Captain isn't a man to do such a thing.' He allow a chuckle. 'Samy would have wanted blood as well if who bid on you and Warren try to push it farther.' His form began to shimmer, the aether that he gather to use this form breaking apart. 'Get some sleep....' then smile as he realize that John had settle into sleep. **** John blink as he found himself on the same street that he had his first fight all those years ago. Even now, he could see himself and the highlander boy, though he didn't remember the crowd of other boys around them. He move forward, trying to stop what was about to take place, only to slam into a wall. John saw himself attack the other boy first, his hand open as he slap the boy. And the ground drop out from below him. He could see the boy's life flashing by him as he fell. John then felt his knees hit painfully into the floor, feeling hands shove him face first into the floor, and he turns a little, finding his right arm cake in blood, and missing skin. 'No, no, nononono. We we're rescue. My arm was heal.' He could hear cheers going up from the crowd and he notice that the area look like the hidden room in the house that Aethertide found while fixing it up. His hair was grab and he was pull back, taking in the Garlean uniform over him. His eyes widen as the figure look familiar, almost like Titor but far healthier. Behind the Titor look-a-like he could see the actually Titor along with some of the others from Division, along with Warren and the others. "No, let them go," he said, taking in the state of bodily harm that was done to them. "Time to earn your keep, slave." a female voice, one that had terror snaking up his spine as he knew the voice. "I'm going to have so much fun watching you break..." John turn, eyes taking in the sight of the siren... serpent-like ever closer to him. "No...you're dead..." he gasp, trying to ignore the voice, even though it sounded beautiful. He felt his face caught, pull up to look at her, and his will began to drown as the face above him became even more beautiful. He barely notice the daggers being place into his lax hands. "You... you're..." he murmur, feeling himself becoming lost in that smile...those eyes...no, no, no, no... And a fist slam into her face then he was really was drowning in a single violet eye. "howl..." The blond miqo'te nods even as he feels another standing behind him to face off against the siren. "You dare..." voice choking off as an arrow lodge in the spot were the shell necklace would have been. The area shatter, revealing a mindscape that look like the Grindstone fighting area. "He's can't escape me..." she said, even as the 'body' began to break up. Pick smile was feral, "We dare and no matter what, you will not hurt Johny." The broken memories fled for now but Pick knew it was only a matter of time now before they try to gain control again. "Something has to be done about them...soon." He looks down, the daggers dropping from John's hands, even as he clung sobbing into Howl's memories. He would have to pay John's Captain a visit. Hopefully, he and first mate wouldn't be too upset with him 'borrowing' Johny's body. He would go to that Khyran if Johny's Captain couldn't figure out a way to deal with that blasted Siren's memories. ***** John shot up, sobbing, and arms wrap around himself, as if he had been clinging to something that was no longer there. 'Johny,' Pick whisper. 'You need to tell them about this.' "Pick...I can't. They're just memories," he said. 'Johny, they are...' "There memories, Pick. They won't hurt anyone else..." He laid back down in bed, turning from Pick. "They will only hurt me for a little while..." 'That it...they aren't fading, Johny.' Pick sigh before his image shatter once again. John stared at the wall. "They aren't but they only hurting me."

Hm, so about Feb.... better see about putting in that weekend off. Maybe John will be confidante enough and using his own gil (so he doesn't feel pressure) to fight Warren by then. *hugs Berrod* And many thanks to John's champion for stepping in crisis of faith in his skill (which he was hiding well from the others) but also the faith of what Grindstone really was about. As Pick's spirit told him that night, 'You got yourself a great Crew'.

*a cheer goes up from SC* Yes, I don't have to be at work until 11:30 am Sunday. So I'll be able to stay up late for the event. Though I'll probably be dead on my feet by the time I get off at 10 pm Sunday night.

Wish I could go but once I figure up the cost of my room and the tickets, it was going to be 600. I'm not even look how much the airfare and money for food would cost me on top of that. You guys have fun meeting up.

So I was also checking around and found that they have the preorder up for Persona 5 Collector's edition. It looks like it is also counted as part of the summer DLC promotion. Should I contact them by CS chat to make sure that I'll get the code or wait and see if they send it within the two days? I'm going to order it anyway and I'm also going to get a PS4 around Christmas (when my holiday pay comes in). Edit: Just got the e-mail with the code so I'm off to put it in now.