Askier

(Spoke with Erik and was permitted to introduce this character for the short period I am on leave. If anyone wants to encounter him via forum rp, pm me ) The desert sun shone down hot as the dry wind blew the long strings of sands from the cliff tops. Eagels circled overhead as silence hung like a blanket over the land. A crack like lightening split the silence and a whizzing tore through the air. A wooden target's knee exploded into splinters and the prone miqo'te smiled as a voice buzzed through the linkpearl in his ear. "Excellent shot, sir. Right in the knee." The miqo'te pulled his right eye away from the scope of his massive rifle and blinked the blue optic. His left eye opened and it shone a blood red as he reached for another tall bullet encased in brass. His nimble fingers spun the round through them as he used his thumb to open the feed cover and then slipped the bullet back in. He then pulled the fireing pin back with a click and returned his face to the stock of his rifle. The miqo'te was prone on the edge of the cliff. His target was down below him at a range of half a mile. Two instuments buzzed beside him, spinning as they calculated wind speed and magnetic feilds. Flame Leuitenant A'trus "Loft" M. had always excelled at hunting prey. Even back when he was part of his tribe, he had been one of the best hunters. Now, after ten years in the service of Ul'dah, at age twenty-nine, he was considered one of the best trackers and rifleman in the service. An officer who never questioned orders and whose unit always returned with their targets, even if it took longer than expected. A'trus slowed his breathing as he aimed at the target below. He had earned the nickname "Loft" from his habit of always having the high ground. A character trait some claimed made him to predictable. But with his rifle, it didn't matter. A'trus got his prey, alive. The brown haired seeker fired. His bullet spun thanks to the double rifling cut into the barrel's core. The large pay load then peirced the air and raced across the distance. Several seconds later the wooden traget's other knee exploded and the officer grined again, flashing white teeth as he opened his mis-matched eyes and rose to his feet. Several pairs of hands were clapping and he turned and blushed at three of his soldiers. "Don't you all have work to be doing?" A'trus said as he brushed the sand from his shirt and paints before hefting the rifle up into his arms. "Sir, we don't. Gear is all packed and we are ready to roll soon as orders get here." replied Sergeant Rungee, a dark skined hyur with a talent for traps. "Looks like we won't be waiting long." A'trus remarked as a distant form drew closer. Twenty minutes later, a Flame messenger rode up and handed A'trus a wrapped letter. The officer nodded and saluted before he took it. The Seeker's eyes read over it, then paused. He frowned and read the orders again and then looked at the messenger. "This isn't an excercise?" A'trus said carefully. The messenger nodded, clearly uncomfortable in his uniform in the sweltering heat. A'trus blinked and then read the letter one last time. "Well piss on my grave." A'trus said at last as he licked his lips. "Team. You have one bell to have all of our gear loaded and you in your uniforms. Rungee, I want you getting in contact with our scouts. They have new targets and they will be moving hard and fast. We are to bring them in alive, standard procedure." A'trus' soldiers began moving swiftly as they began loading weapons and boxes into wagons. Rungee came over to his officer and lowered his voice. "Who's the target?" A'trus looked at his sergeant carefully. "Some birds who need their wings clipped. Red Wings to be exact." "Thal's Balls." Rungee scowled at that. "The whole organization? Who ordered this?" "Doesn't matter." A'trus said as he walked over to a coat hung from a wagon. The officer swung his uniform coat onto his shoulders and fastened the clamps. " We have a job to do. Moment you get a bite on one of these Red Wings, you let me know. Till then Im going to get their files and figure out what sort if rounds I need." "Standard we hunt, you shoot?" Rungee chuckled as he saluted. A'trus saluted back and grinned. "The standard."

The miqo'te calling himself Jin'a awoke the next day to a excited commotion coming from outside. Slowly, the male pulled a long sleeve shirt over his stiff and scared torso and limped outside. Jin'a blinkwd hard against the noon time sun as his dilated pupils shrunk. Before him was a wagon with a lavishly dressed hyur descending from the back, the staff of the vineyard welcoming their employer home excitedly. Jin'a yawned and returned to the tiny shed that housed his bed and a single dresser. Jin'a re-emerged a bell later, cleaned, shaven, and dressed in coat once again, his boots crunching dust and gravel beneath him as he strolled out into the vine fields once more, ambling towards the dead coeurl's remains. By the time he arrived, the beast's corpse was already loaded onto a wagon and being driven away. The miqo'te was about to turn and truck back through the muck of last nights rain when a voice cried out. Jin'a flapped his ears several times as he turned and watched as the white silk wearing form.of his employer danced across the mud strewn field, seemingly unconcerned that his white shoes were now caked in mud. "Jin'a, another fine bit of work while I was gone. I had my reservations about leaving you here but seems to have been sound advice." The hyur employeeing Jin'a was a kind enough hyur well into his sixties with white hair almost as pure as his suit's hue. Jin'a grinned sheepishly and shrugged. "Just doing my job sir, nothing more." The miqo'te calling himself Jin'a answered. "True true but you do it well. Saved me who knows how much time and Gil handling these brutes and keeping them from my work chocobo's. And the rodents, why they practically disappeared. Like magic." More like technology. Jin'a thought. Aloud he said: "Again sir just earning my keep. How was the ball?" Jin'a added the last part in a hope to steer the conversation elsewhere. "Wonderful. Ul'duh was a delight, a marvel. Next time I travel you must join me on a trip to there , Jin'a." "I don't know." Jin'a said slowly, again wishing to shift the conversation away from certain topics. "A city in the desert full of bunch of business people? Sounds like the sort of place I wouldn't belong." Jin'a turned and looked at the rolling hills and the hyur studied the miqo'te in silence for a long time. "Jin'a. I don't care who you were before you came here. But do I need to know is your history going to cause me any problems down the line?" Jin'a jerked his head around and gazed wide eyed at the hyur in white. Jin'a's mouth went dry and he stammered. "You think you're the first person with a shady last I've hired here in all my years?" The vineyard owner said with a dry chuckle as he patted Jin'a on the left shoulder, noting the metal clang that arose when his rings hit. "You aren't. And you won't be the last. But when I saw how fast you turned down going to Ul'dah a few days ago, I got to thinking. I don't want or need details but do I need to be concerned about old enemies or bounty hunters kicking down the gates to my establishment some day?" Jin'a gazed in stunned silence and all he could muster up in reply was a weak: "I don't know." The hyur in white chuckled loudly and nodded as he patted Jin'a's shoulder again. "Jin'a, least you were honest there. I'll accept that. Just keep working for me as efficiently as you have been and I will have no reason to dig into your past. Fair enough?" Jin'a raised an eyebrow and chuckled as he nodded in understanding. "More than fair, sir." "Good!" The man in white replied. "Now then come along. I picked up a bottle of whiskey per yer request and figure best give it to you." Jin'a nodded and the two men slowly made their way back to the buildings.

. . .teheehhehehheehe Now if only Askier was legal for actual in game use. Btw, made my day Ossy.

The minutes stretched into the fading hours of twilight and the shadows thickened through the vineyard. Meanwhile the distant rumbles if thunder echoed lightly in the distance as the smell of cold rain filled the air. Golden shafts of sun lanced the rising tempest clouds and spot lit the land in glorious hues if gold not unlike Jin'a's own dazzling optics, which even now darted around for signs of the possible coeurl and its fangs. Coeurls could drag one of the many labor chocobos screaming into the night and that was a loss of profit to Jin'a's employer. A gust of wind shook the rows of vines but the male froze. His nostrils were open in the way the members if the Morbovine Clan had taught him and he had caught a hint if matted fur and dried blood. The musk was definatly there mixed with scent of earth and grapes. Jin'a lowered his right hand to his holstered firearm and pulled it free, his thumb cocking the hammer slowly as his ears twitched, searching for sounds. Jin'a gave a Sharpe whistle and continued to wait. Nothing. The male miqo'te slowly inched forward, the thunder growing louder as the vines shook around him. Anther whiff and the scent was there again, stronger. He scowled and lifted his weapon forward. He then heard the snapping and cracking to his right and his golden eyes went wide as they darted to the side. "Clever coeurl!" Jin'a muttered as he dove forward as the four legged predator exploded from beside him, hooked claws swinging at him. Jin'a slammed onto the ground and rolled, his pistol falling from his hand. The male leapt to his feet and glared, flexing his left, gloved hand. The coeurl and miqo'te stared at one another, eyes locked, fangs flashing. Jin'a saw the coiled sinews of the coeurl flexing and he sucked on his lower lip. The coeurl lowered its head, silivia dripping from his maw. The male miqo'te reached slowly for a knife at his belt. The coeurl charge, its maw emitting a horrible shriek. Jin'a a leapt backwards but the coeurl was faster. The animal was almost upon him. Suddenly there was a blur of yellow and a frantic sqwuaking as something bowled out of the foliage and slammed hooked talons across the coeurls face. The snarling predator tumbled through a line if vines and onto the ground. Jin'a didn't wait. He sprinted through the hole the coeurls violent passing had made. He opened his left hand and drew it back as he neared the coeurl which was struggling to its feet, its eyes trying to make sense if what had happened. The male miqo'te swung the left hand forward. It struck the coeurl's head with an alarming smack and then a small eruotion as the firearm in the metal hand discharged its shot directly into the creature's brain. The coeurl went limp as blood oozed from the head wound. Jin'a rose to his feet, the wind tugging at his red coat as he looked down at the dead creature at his feet, its coukd muscles still taught, even in death. "Gonna be me some day." Jin'a said calmly as he swallowed. How many times should he have ended up like this coeurl? More than he could or dared to count. He was getting older, his luck couldn't hold forever. Sooner or later ever coeurl meets its end. One way or the other. And Jin'a very much wanted it to be an end met a long time from now. The morbid thoughts were interrupted as Jin'a's helped stuck his beak beside the male and sqwuaked loudly. Jin'a jumped and then laughed as he reached up and patted his chocobo on the neck. "Always have to make an entrance, don't you Drumstick?" the chocobo cooed happily and the miqo'te turned to retrieve his firearm from the ground. He holstered the weapon as he looked up at the thunderheads which now hung ominiously in the twilight sky. The miqo'te pressed his lips together as he removed the gloved from his left hand and pocketed it before covering the metal hand with a new glove, one free of a bullet holes from the gun in his arm. He then approached his chocobo and mounted. "Come on, Drumstick, we'll come back for the coeurl's body after the storm." The chocobo sqwuaked again and then the two began a stready trot back towards the distant buildings and their flickering, yellow lights.

The fields of grapevines rolled across gentle hills, the spindly vegitation cynched tightly to wooden posts to offer structure and support to the grape producing plants. The grapes were a deep red almost the hue of blood and in a wet rain the sweet scent of their warm flavors could be caught in the wind. It was the sort of place the troubles of the outside world rarely reared their ugly heads. The late afternoon La Noscea sun hung in a overcast sky, strands of clouds heavy with moisture casting trailing shadows upon the ground and the buildings over looking the vineyard. One such building was a small pavilion devoid of walls. Underneath the stone roof sat a miqo'te. The male had been calling himself Jin'a and his hair was short and a light brown. Several scars crossed his face and his golden eyes shone with a remarkable tenacity. But a half smile seemed to be a perminant feature to his weathered face and his red coat gave him a remarkable sense of individuality, even if he talked very little. Jin'a was presently seated in a chair, his coat resting on the back of a chair. His left arm and hand was covered in a long sleeve shirt while his right arm was exposed and covered in scars, as if patches if skin had once been cut away. A large pistol sat on the table beside his feet which were kicked up onto the table beside them and the miqo'te seemed to be sleeping. Jin'a was normally found Here sleeping this time of day. He had taken the duty if patroling the grounds at night for nearly a month now and was earning his pay. Couerl and rodent incidents had declined and the sound of his pistol in the deep of night was a less and less frequent sound. One or two workers claimed Jin'a had erected some.strange inventions but if he had, none could find them. Overall, Jin'a was simply a miqo'te doing his job and talking very little. The male opened one of his golden eyes as a hyur came beside him and calmly.poked his should. "Jin'a, we may have a couerl in the vineyard again." Jin'a yawned once and nodded as he rose to his feet without a word. The extremely tall miqo'te picked up the firearm that had lain on the table and holstered it at his side underneath before donning his red, wolf fur coat. Jin'a looked at the hyur and gave a relaxed grin. "If there is, I'm expecting your cooks to make some couerl steaks for me.". Jin'a's voice was smooth as he turned and began walking out towards the rows of vines stretching before him. His boots crunched earth beneath him as he walked and he gave a sleepy yawn as he sighed. This life wasn't particularly exciting or dangerous. But Jin'a was glad for it none-the-less. This is what he had needed. To be returned to a new beginning and find peace in himself. The wind began to rustle the vines around him and Jin'a flicked his ears. There was a couerl to hunt. Self reflection could come later.

Then how on earth will it be fun at all? Seriously though I'm just sad I will be unable to attend this function. The last ball was awesome.

Time to get the bombs out? also, Hi. Lol only.for a couple weeks. Then I, and the bombs, get stored back away for more training, devoid of phones and music save for the sweet cries of our suffering. Also Ragnar, you are in for one crazy trip once you get yourself here. Its unlike anything else. Edit: I like the name Natalie. Think I have a new tradition now. Lol

Having the soothing voice of my Drill instructor singing Christmas songs as he beat us and made do push ups in a freezing cold sand pit. . . Seriously that was how he said good bye to us before we went on holiday break today. ;_;

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I've found the best cure for writer's block, least for me, is just going on a walk or run. It gets the blood flowing and supplies the brain with increased oxygen, which helps your brain come up with creative juices you need to rp. Plus it pulls you back and out and let's you think at different angle. Plus its proven that every time you enter a new room or go through a door way, your thought patterns change, hence why people sometimes walk into a room and forget why they went in. Lol.

The recent days had been tense ones for Askier. His mind had been worn and frayed and he was growing more and more paranoid and stressed. He needed to sleep. He entered the Red Wing HQ silently as the crickets chirped outside. The hour was early but the sun was still below the horizon. As Askier unlocked his door to his workshop, all he thought of was bed. Which is why he was both surprised and annoyed as he entered to see a lamp glowing and a blonde-haired figure hunched over his desk. Before the blonde miqo'te rested an open book, Askier's journal, beside which was another open book. The figure was scribbling wildly in the second tome and even as Askier slammed the door, the figure did not stop. "What the hells are you doing?' Askier snarled and clenched his fists. The blonde figure looked up at Askier and smiled as he rose to his feet. Askier did not smile or relax as he recognized his half-brother, Jin'to Epinoch. "Learning about you." Jin'to answered honestly, a polite smile one the priest's lips as he walked around the desk and stood before Askier. Jin'to took his board in his hand that had been leaning against the desk. "By breaking and entering?" Askier spat, his teeth flashing. Both Garleans looked upon one another with their golden eyes, the color of their mother's hues. "Like you would have let me in otherwise." Jin'to chuckled. "You're a dumb-ass, stubborn, old fool." Askier's nostrils flared at the slight. He was too tired for this. "Get out." Askier said coldly. "Nope, not going to happen." Jin'to replied with a smile, his voice aggravatingly polite. "Get out or I'll toss you out piece by piece." Askier warned. "I might be afraid of that if you were worth being afraid off." Jin'to said straightening as he held the board in front of him, its tail edge resting on the floor. "But I don't fear children. Or men who act like them." Askier howled in rage and surged forward, his fists balls of death, his eyes narrowed slits. Jin'to watched his brother's mad dash with amused disinterest as he he let the board fall from his hand. It slammed down on the ground. Jin'to then calmly nudged the board forward with his foot as he watched Askier, their eyes never leaving on anthers'. Askier's mad dash caused him to slam his foot down on the skidding board and he lost his balance, slamming down hard onto the metal floor of his workshop. Askier tried to pick himself up but Jin'to was fast as quicksilver and Askier found his brother's booted heel pressing down on the back of his skull with an amazing amount of force. Askier growled and flailed but could not remove the boot as Jin'to spoke calmly. "Now then, since I have your attention, I'm going to speak plainly-" "Go to hell!" Askier raged. Jin'to sighed and pressed his boot harder and several of Askier's vertebra popped from the strain. "I'm going to wait till you calm down and act like my older brother." Jin'to paused as Askier contiued to gnash his teeth. "Or is this as mature as you can act? Honestly, Ashwynn is too good for you. You get an amazing woman like that and you shrug her off for petty revenge. Twice." Jin'to looked at the back of his brother's head. "You're an idiot." "I don't need your judgments!" Askier shook in frustration, unable to move as he took deep breaths. "Maybe not, but you do need my intervention." Jin'to looked over at Askier's diary. "You are going to destroy yourself and leave Ashwynn all alone. She doesn't deserve that. For whatever reason, she is loyal to your fool ass and she deserves to be happy and I'll be damned if I let you ruin her and yourself any more." Jin'to's voice was hard as iron. "Piss off." Askier hissed. Jin'to felt his lip twitch and the he looked up at the ceiling. "Twelve grant me strength." the blonde haired Garlean sighed, shaking his head. "Askier, you are going to her, understand? You are dropping this nonsense and going." "And if I don't?" Askier snorted. Jin'to pressed his boot down hard and Askier cried out in surprise and sudden pain at the aggressive nature his seemingly peaceful brother was displaying. "Yeah, this really isn't up for debate." Jin'to said, his voice still polite. "Either you go see her and be with her or I'm going to say your funeral rites before Nald'thal right here, right now, before I crush your skull and save all the people who care about you the agony of watching you slowly kill yourself. I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing this for her so she can have closure, one way, or the other." Askier flexed his metal hand, glaring at the floor as Jin'to leaned in, waiting for his brother's response, his leg muscles tensed and ready to crush.

SOOOO GOOOLD I love it

[3] Danke Garretsizzie-senpai-kun! [3] haha sure sure [3] >.> [3] hey misha lol [3] So many flipping ninjas [3] KAWAIIIIIIII *flowers ramen and ramune at Askier* [3] *is drowned in Ramen* [3] yissss [3] Mmm... nah. [3] Hey Crofte! [3] Hmm? [3] are you a ninja too? [3] Yeah... I'm sort of waiting to level Ninja until the hype dies down [3] SHE CaN't PROTECT YOU! [3] No. [3] Go Ninja Go Ninha GO! [3] SING WITH MEH [3] *hears theme music EVERYWHERE [3] Ninja, ninja Rap [3] Thrysa us scary [3] did yall still n eed help with beardor did yall get him [3] I shaved that majestic beard and made a bed sheet out of it [3] LOL [3] I have PLD and BRD. That's enough. I did CNJ till I got stone skin. I'm done with leveling. [3] oh dear [3] I hate leveling too [3] I'd rather just RP all the time>.> [3] Same, mostly doing this for plot/rp stuff [3] Same. [3] we all live, in a ninja-con world,NINJA CON [3] ....sorry. im way late with that. [3] Ossy, better late than never, like a period [3] ....At the end of a sentence.... [3] pffffhahahahhahahahah [3] [3] THATS NOT WHAT YOU MEANT AND YOU KNOW IT [3] *innocent whistle* [3] WHAT THE HELL DID I MISS [3] We should log that for RPC lol [3] OMG!

My experience this morning before work: Drink tea and eat apple while patch downloads. Eat second apple cause patch still downloading. Patch finishes downloading, log in. In Ul'dah. Seems empty teleport to Limsa. Limsa is full. Heads to rogue guild. Small army of people there. Shove way through crowd to get quest and spend 5 minutes trying to click on quest giver. Get molested by two miqo'te girls. Get quest and go to La Noscea to kill things. Hordes of ninjas all camping spawns which are all dead. Log off to go to work marvelling how this game became. "World OF Ninjas" overnight. Believe it! (Think I said last part right, never watched Naruto. Lol)

I'm just amused that Nero and Roen are anagrams for one another. Lol. Me and my simple minds right? >.<

About two years ago I finished writing and published my first, and so far, only completed book called the "Wheels of Diemer" It was an adventure story in the vein of Indiana Jones but set in a fantasy world. Was a fun tongue and cheek novel and had a lot of fun writing it. Problem is I don't have the same free time to write a sequel and what free time I do is spent weaving Askier's story online. Lol. http://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/d/B009NNHHVK?pc_redir=1408749461&robot_redir=1

...Masochist.... >.< As for me, work out, go to work, sleep. I hate Mondays. lol

*Resumes Sound proofing all of Red Wing HQ walls cause the number of couples is getting ridiculous*

Jin'to walked through the Shroud slowly, his coat wrapped around him tightly, shielding him from the gentle rain that was falling. Across his back, his board was slung, a bandolier of leather holding it against his muscled torso. His golden hair was pulled behind his ears and his golden eyes twinkled as he walked, his tongue stuck out of his mouth as he sought to quench his thirst on the falling rain. The priest had spent the past month in Coerthas. He had originally gone there to ride the mountains, but had stayed far longer, helping repair various buildings in the small hamlet he had been staying in. It had been a good month, and given him time to reflect on his meeting with his older brother, Askier, and his to-be-sister-in-law. The male felt some fresh water trickle down his tongue and he sighed in mild contentment as he lowered his head. In the distance, the burning lights of buildings shone through the dusk hour and the rows of trees. Jin'to quickened his pace, and as he went, he began to sing. From Mountains tall and suns so deep, I worked for men to earn my keep. Twelve above, you bless me so, Now find me shelter down here below. For I am mortal and be weak, And filling food I have to seek, So help me find a soul in need, and one with mind to give me feed. And let all this town before be well, For life is hard as all will tell, Let me be the kindness that they seek, and give me humility as I speak. For I am your implement way down here, And for your plans my course you steer, Twelve let me be the light I must be, And thank you all, for I am free. Jin'to's off-key song subsided as he entered the walled off village. He couldn't see a sign naming the town in the dim light, but he didn't mind. There was a massive inn nearby and the golden-haired miqo'te beamed in delight as he smelt the tang of warm meat filtering on the air. The male had only taken a few steps towards the building when he paused and cocked his head in surprise. A female stood beside the door, her expression one of surprise as well. "Ashwynn." Jin'to said, recognizing his half-brother's fiancee. His voice was pleasant, but a tinge of concern was there. The female smiled softly. "Hungry?" she asked simply. Jin'to nodded and grinned as a silent prayer of thanks to the Twelve lifted upward. *** The hours had ticked by and Ashwynn, like everyone else, had gone to bed. Jin'to, however, had not. He sat on the front porch of the inn. He had no coin to his name and refused Ashwynn's offer of her floor in her room. Jin'to didn't want her surrounded by any sort of vicious rumors on his behalf, not after everything else she was dealing with. And by everything else, it basically boiled down to his brother being an idiot. Why a male would choose petty revenge over a woman like that was beyond the priest's capacity to comprehend. But he didn't want to justify his brother's ideas. He had met Askier once and had immediately understood that Askier was a very... unique individual. And also sort of stupid and childish. But He had met Ashwynn numerous times however. She was a kind, unbelievably patient soul, and knowing she was here, alone, worried... Jin'to sighed and rose to his feet, slinging the board onto his back. He had spoken with Ashwynn for hours. He felt he knew what was needed of him. The world was still dark but he didn't care as he went over to one of the burning lanterns and took it from it's peg. He unscrewed the filling cap and checked the oil level. Both wick and oil had several hours to burn, long enough to get him to sunrise unless the rains came again. With a grunt the tired Garlean began putting one foot ahead of the other as he slowly trudged south, the lantern held in his hand. It was a long trudge to Ul'dah, but there was no point in waiting. The Twelve had given him a soul with the kindness to give him food and a problem for him to solve. Jin'to just hadn't expected it to be such a personal problem.

I will sacrifice so many other people's first borns to Yoshi P IF HE Will make gunner a reality for me. *Pulls out sacrifice knife* Soooooooo many.

"Always with the plotting" *Throws up hands and slowly wanders off*

If their isn't a fireworks feature, I will be sad. Lol. But seriously I like this feature a lot and am curious to see it in action.

Retcon, ret-ret-retcon, ret-ret-retcon, ret-ret-con Now say the above to the theme of "Game of Thrones" . . . You are welcome.

But how will you login when your account's locked, disabled, and cannot be switched to? The easiest method though, *unplugs the internet* *confiscates keyboard and mouse*. Now the company loiter can have locked-in syndrome. . . .Take away my keyboard will you! *Runs out of office to car. Drives car to nearest power plant. Turns car into improvised bomb. Runs for cover. Activates bomb from Distance. Takes out power for Franz and surrounding community For weeks* "Well that escalated quickly. . ." Askier says observing crator.