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When I see it: "I want to ERP, but I don't want to put ERP in mah tag"

Evangeline looks between them with a worried look, "I wouldn't want you to risk yourself for my sake..." "If aether starvation is safe for you and dangerous for me, I can accept that."

Evangeline seems to grow more nervous by his attempts at placation, but she slowly nods. "O-of course, a reliquary." She exhales, and then squeezes his hand back. "You come highly recommended Ser. You and your clinic both." She gives a smile, "I'm sure I'll be fine."

Evangeline makes an annoyed huff, then nods, "Starvation it is, I suppose it's better than turning into a demon." "What do I need to do, Doctor?"

"Chewing?" She frowns, "You're right though, I haven't been able to use any aether at all lately. I wonder if that's where it's all going." She exhales, "What will the side effects be of starving it out? Will it affect me?"

The last book I read was 'The Arsenal of Democracy' which was about the American rearmament effort during WWII and the3 Ford company in particular. It was really good! The last book I listened to (on audible) was the 'Bands of Mourning' which is one of the Mistborn sequels. It was also really good.

Evangeline squirms for a moment, looking guilty. "I ah... well you see." She clears her throat, "I might have... done a little something similar to..." "Taking part in a ceremony to become a voidsent." She can't meet the doctor's eyes, "I changed my mind partway through... I thought I would be fine." "There was their blood, and some strange herbs... a knife. But nothing since!" She winces knowing how stupid this sounds.

"Ah... ok." She shifts into a comfier position on the table. "I'll be here."

Evangeline seems embarrassed by her mouth, and her cheeks color slightly while she is examined. She closes it thankfully after Elza finishes. "It's ah... not contagious. Or at least I think it isn't." The thermometer slides into her mouth and eventually reads a temperature several degrees cooler than is normal. Her pulse and heartbeat are fast, but within what is normal for an anxious patient. "It's a long story..."

"Admirable... the people need healers as much or more as they need fighters." Her skin goosebumps as the metal otoscope presses into her ears. "I hope your studies go well..." her voice trails off, looking apprehensive at the small stick. Then with a sigh she opens her mouth with an ~Ahhhhhh~ Her mouth is decidedly unelezen, her canines jutting down from her top row of teeth, almost twice as long as their neighbors and sharply pointed. Her tongue flops out, seeming thicker and longer than normal, a few pale streaks of purple mixing with the arteries and veins, they almost seem to pulse sickly in Elza's sight. More pale streaks of purple aether can be seen in the Elezen's throat, visible with no skin to cover them.

Evangeline moves to the bed, laying out her long form and placing her hands onto her stomach. "Ah... understood." The Elezen exhales, looking a bit anxious, "So... have you worked here long?" The visible skin of her body is dappled with pale scars and scabbed over cuts. There is more than one section of discolored skin, the remnant of a burn caused by fire or acid. She has several small bandages on the fingers of one hand, reddened skin visible beneath.

I'd just like to interject for a moment. What you’re referring to as Twi'lek, is in fact, Nautolan, or as I’ve recently taken to calling it, ocoto-fucking-shits. Twi'lek is not an alien species unto itself, but rather another free component of a fully functioning Galactic Empire system made useful by the Emperor, Imperial Academy indoctrination and vital sexual components comprising a full government as defined by Sheev Palpatine. Many rebel organizations run a modified version of the Galactic Imperial system every day, without realizing it. Through a peculiar turn of events, the version of alien which is widely used today is often called “Twi'lek”, and many of its users are not aware that it is basically a race of sex slaves, developed by the Hutts. There really are Twi'leks, and these people own them, but it is just a part of the fetish they have. wtf did I just read.

I mean... Lol ok maybe not.

Why does she have hair tentacles now, she looks like a Twi'lek.

Waghhhh I wish I could make it to the Friday one. Eva and Orrin need to hang out. And kill heretics or something (not her).

"Ah, a pleasure to meet you Miss Elza." She kicks off her boots and heads onto the scale. Her eyes cast about the room, wondering what some of the medical instruments were for as she pulls off her bandoleer and swordbelt, leaving them tilted against a wall. She shivers slightly as her feet touch the chill metal of the scale, the dial flicking upwards to indicate a weight of 155 ponze. If her height is taken she reaches Six fulms and on ilm. "Is it ok if I'm wearing my clothes?"

THIS IS OUR HOUSE BOOOOM Next time lets be the pvpers.

As long as minifillia still has the boobs she can wear whatever she wants.

See the thing is about FFXIV is that the 'Classess' such as GLD or Archer, are very generic, and can very easily come from a wide variety of backgrounds and places. Lots of places have lancers, for example. It's just a person who uses a spear in a certain way. Jobs are different, they're tied to organizations and peoples. They're very rare specialties that do certain things that are otherwise unheard of. For example, Dragoons kill dragons. Only Ishgard has dragoons because no one needs dragons killed. Paladins guard the Sultana, other places don't have a sultana. There is some leeway, but unlike the Classes, you're not meant to generalize on the abilities of the Jobs. They're very specific.

This sounds like making a Paladin that's never been involved with the Sultansworn. You could be something like a paladin, that fights and acts like one. However you'd never actually be one, your experience and knowledge and powers would not come from the same place. I suggest just playing whatever you want, use whatever class you want to represent it, and don't try to shoehorn it into an existing lore background.

Why do you think I named my roe 'Throbbing Pillar'

Evangeline nods curtly, "I appreciate your discretion Ser." Then the Elezen moves towards the woman. "Well miss, it seems I am in your hopefully tender care." She smiles, slightly revealing a pair of fangs that have no business being on an Elezen. "What do I need to do?"

Evangeline walks over to the Miqo'te and bows slightly, "Ah... A pleasure, Master Xha'to. I am Evangeline." She breathes in and out deeply, "I'm wondering if you can give me medical consultation on a... private matter. One of some sensitivity." Her voice is low, barely above a whisper, "One that I would not wish to become public knowledge." "It is an ailment of aetherial nature, would you be willing to assist? I will understand if you are hesitant."

Evangeline's hand clenches and releases as she stands in front of the clinic door. She needed to get a handling on the void taint burning through her body, and she needed it yesterday. Every night the dreams got worse, more violent, and every morning she awoke wondering if her body had changed further into something unnatural. Still, this doctor came highly recommended, and such professionals usually took patient secrecy seriously. The wrong person finding out about this taint could spell her death, but surely a healer would not attack her? She sighs, patting a pouch full of smoke grenades, at least she had those should the worse happen. Squaring her shoulders she knocks firmly onto the door, "Hello, is the doctor in?"