Askier

Oscar I'll have my eyes open for your pm and bounce back ideas. Thank you. Osric, Kahn'a has the master control of the Document atm. But we'll be posting the list for all to see, promise.

Kind of!??!?! That was super hot! Hornet was standing right there and that put her in a bit of a state to see him do that. ... OKAY. YEAH. It was hot. OKAY?! The character is her brother so I try not to think that way. OKAY?? Game of Thrones made it okay, Roen. lol

*Flexes Jin'li's fingers* And suffer you shall, for I am kind. ...I didn't say I wanted more catharsis. But you didn't say you wanted less...*innocent whistle*

*Flexes Jin'li's fingers* And suffer you shall, for I am kind.

Hey Warren, I completely understand the feeling. I normally am able to keep myself relatively objective when rping Askier(well as object as one can be while rping a part of you lol), but during the recent rp event with Roen and Itar, I got gut punched. Basically, Itar said he was going to torture Askier IC. At first I had no problem with it, once I established the rules of how far he could go. but then Itar sent me an email describing what exactly was happening to Askier aboard the boat in that torture chamber and I'll admit, I just stared at the e-mail and had to re-read it. I'll admit I was kinda numb. It hadn't -really- hit how much I had agreed to put Askier through -until- that moment and I couldn't bring myself to reply to Itar's post IC cause how brutally damaged Askier was and i didn't want to read anymore. I felt powerless, honestly, too, since Askier had no way to stop Itar at this point. Even now, my rping while on Askier has been, well, subdued. Osric, Kanaria, or Kahn'a can tell you Askier is certainly more humble and while most of that is IC reasoning, part of -me- feels, well bad for having a character I love to rp end up so badly mangled and mentally broken and I prefer to keep him out of harms way currently, least for a bit.....knowing Askier, I give him a week before he does something rash, sorry Osric =p.....lol. Just wanted to let you know, you aren't alone when it comes to characters affecting the roleplayer.

Osric, Oscare, thank you for feedback. The more the better. Here is my revamp idea for healing: We go with a set number of heals per healer per major event.Those whom rp as a conjuror/scholar during the event can heal a maximum of 2 or 3 wounds total, their own or an ally. Once they have spent their heals, they cannot cast heals anymore that night during combat. My thoughts on this new system is that it prevents over healing and keeps the fights from dragging out to long. Thoughts? As for the multiple 1v2, 1v3, etc system, working on an overhaul on that still since that is more complicated. One idea is that combatants form parties and conduct their fights in party chat. This prevents the chat log from being filled to the brim with attacks save for the ones relevant to you character. As for positional arrangement, still working on it. Esh….. I forgot how much work setting up an event like this was, help is always appreciated with rules, or anything that makes my life easier honestly. lol

((The following post was inspired by an rp event between Osric, Askier, and Alexei Volkov in the airship landing restaurant/tavern where the trio were using quill and paper to communicate things while Jin’li listened in on the collar Osric wears as Osric pretended to be ordering food and receiving terrible service. Point of this post? Show how coo-coo Jin’li.)) For nearly four bells, Jin’li had sat at the table, reading a book. He had ordered a new cup of tea every bell and sipped on it gently until right before the next bell, when he would finish it and order another, paying for the cup as the waitress took it away. Jin’li recalled how he had heard Osric struggling to receive good service though the linkpearl in his ear, how the waitress had token far to long, and how Osric’s order wasn’t right. The waitress had been rude, and Jin’li did not appreciate rudeness,especially when it was to his masters’ fellow slaves. The white-haired miqo’te had been listening to her for the past few bells as he had sipped tea and had determined several things. Fact one: she was rude. Fact two: she often got orders wrong, she had given him the wrong tea twice. Fact three: she was a hyur and her voice became somewhat disdainful when serving miqo’te. Fact four: she was now the only member of the staff for thesmall bar left working. Fact five: she was staring at him right now with a scowl of annoyance because she wanted to go home because the sun had long since set and the airship landing was practically deserted save for the two of them and the Brass Blade life operate across the landing, but Jin’li had not paid for his last cup of tea. On purpose, to keep her there. The miqo’te casually took a sip, making sure to produce no slurping noises as he polished off the cup and gently placed it back down, his black eyes reading the print on the page. The hyur sighed in exasperation and walked over, her feet making sharp slapping noises as she moved. “You done?” the hyur said, placing a hand on her hip,looking into the cup. Jin’li lifted his eyes from the book. “Indeed I am, Lady Waitress. Thank you for serving me this evening. Please take your payment.” Jin’li’s free hand dug into his black coat and pulled out more gil, which he held out to her. “The payment for the tip and thegil for your service.” The woman snatched the gil up and began counting it as Jin’lirose to his feet, picked up the tea cup and walked past the woman. Jin’li walked over to the bar, opened the counter door, and walk behind the bar towards a water bucket. “Hey, what the hells are you doing?!” the hyur woman exclaimed as she rushed over. Jin’li looked at her blankly as he spoke: “I have made a mess of the cup and the table and been a rude customer by doing so. This humble slave was going to wash the cup out for you and clean off the table as thanks for you serving me.” “Forget it and get out!” the woman snapped with a growl. Jin’li placed the cup down and bowed his head. “My Lady Waitress, I have offended you. Please forgive me.” “Look, the woman said with a shook of her head. “It’s been a long day and I just want to go home. Just get out.” “As you wish, Lady Waitress. May I be so favored to ask you a question?’ Jin’li inquired as he placed the cup down and began walking around the bar, his black eyes looking around, noting the landing platform, noting how no one had a line of sight to the bar at that moment. The wind gently blowing across the stone platform, rustling ledgers at the counters. “Will you just leave then?” the woman scoffed as she pushed past Jin’li into the bar and went tograb a bag of her belongings. “I shall. My question is this, would you kindly remember your manners when you meet my masters?” The woman paused. Before she could reply, Jin’li leapt forward,the metal wires that ran throughout his body conducting electrical current, sparking his coiled muscles into action. In a single instant, the white-haired miqo’te reached forward with his hands, seized the woman’s head in his grasp and jerked it around violently, a snap echoing around the room. The hyur’s body fell to the floor, twitching. Jin’li stepped over the limp form to the tea cup and began cleaning it in the bucket of water, his black eyes surveying the room, making sure he had been unseen. Once the cup was clean, he placed it on a drying rack before he took a rag, dipped it in the cleaning bucket and then went over to the table and wiped it down until it was clean to his satisfaction. The white-haired miqo’te then returned the rag to the bucket and closed the counter door, leaving the dead woman on the floor. Jin’li calmly strode across the platform, coming to the elevator, a single brass blade blinked at him with sleepy eyes. “The bar closed?” the Brass Blade yawned. Jin’li nodded as the lift operator opened the door to the lift. “It is, Master Brass Blade.” Jin’li said softly as he stepped onto the lift. “Should I wait for the waitress?” the Brass Blade yawned again. “I fear she will be a little bit.” Jin’li explained calmly, his face blank as he reached out a pale skinned hand and closed the door to the lift. “She made a mess.”

This Garlean kitty approves of Siha's secret fashion choice lol Also, Eric, welcome back!

And damn does it look gooooooood.

Osric Melkire pulled Kanaria to him, cradling the limp form in his arms, tears running from underneath his mask as he shook "Please gods... please...this can't be real... no...." Osric choked over and over in shocked denial, the world around him shattering and becoming a distant blur as his agony consumed him. All around Osric, people moved: his friends, his allies, voices. All speaking to him, all frantic. Coatleque Crofte leaned in, saying something, trying to examine the body, but couldn't see anything with Osric cradling her. "Please, Ser, let us see her!" Crofte said, almost like an order. Mechanically, unwillingly, Osric laid the still woman down on the tracks, crimson covering his jacket from the bleeding wound. The male hyur looked down, buried his face in his hands, and sobbed as the others moved around him. Osric hear Alexei speaking, moving, dropping a bag full of medical devices and digging through it. Lannis spoke, then Sizha'to began yelling, screaming, as Alexei tried to examine the woman bleeding all over the tracks. Inside Osric’s mind, everything was unraveling. He was numb, unable to grasp the reality of what had just occurred, his mind sealing itself off from the rolling waves of agony that threatened to drown him. He was saved by a voice, shouting his name, forcing him to turn his watery eyes up at Tana Firesong as she spoke: "Osric, where did he run?" A hand was on his shoulder, Osric realized. Junichi Mitarashi’s hand, comforting the hyur as Osric spoke, his words chocked off by sobs. "I... I don't... he..." Osric’s words died off as he shuddered. He looks at the dead form of his love, his eyes fixed on the motionless form. His friend were moving, poking, talking urgently. They were trying to help but it didn’t seem to be working. Nothing was working. Osric felt his stomach tighten and he tore his eyes away from the body, looking off, trying to deny the reality as a faint whisper, a plea, rasped off his lips, tears rolling form his eyes. :"...p-p-please..." The wind moaned low and softly as Osric stared without seeing, his mind unable to comprehend it all. There is no hope, no light, there was only.... "...the box." Osric said softly. The hyur slowly turned and, almost in a trance, approached the box. Inside, there was the smaller box, sitting there, unassuming. There was a commotion behind Osric but he focused on the tiny box. Rema's gift. The hyur male knelt and opened it. Osric swallowed. There was a lavender linkpearl inside the box. Lavender, the color of his love's eyes. The hyur mechanically retrieved the linkpearl and placed it into his ear, his voice strained as he spoke: "Hello...? There was a gasp from the pearl. Kanaria's voice could be heard scrambling for words. "Ossy? Ossy? I-I'm alive... I love-..." Was all she could get out before being hushed once more. Osric Melkire blinked, his numb mind slowly awakening, letting himself feel the world again as he swallowed, and turned to speak, his voice a half-sob. "It's not her." "W-what?" Coatleque Crofte said in disbelief at what she was hearing as she stared at Osric. The others present all turned to gaze at the hyur male as he went on slowly. "...whoever this is..." Osric motioned at the dead body his friend's and allies huddled around, his mind letting in reality as he plucked the lavender linkpearl from his ear and held it out for everyone to see. "It's not her. This was hers. Hers and mine. ..it was in the box that bastard left for me." "That does not make me more at ease..." Coatleque Crofte said. "I heard her voice. HER voice." Osric said, a mixture of joy and sorrow leaking through with his words. Meanwhile Sizha'to Chalahko poured sweat from his brow from the intense effort of trying to gather gather enough aether to heal her the woman before him. "Sizzie...let go, man." Osric ordered with a raspy voice. Sizha'to Chalahko was not paying attention, he continued to try and mend her shot wound.... but he begins to cave in.... the light he's using to heal begins to dim... until the light is gone and he falls to the side, unconscious. The others mill around, speaking quickly amongst themselves. Suddenly, a voice, calm, and polite whispers into Osric's ear. "Kanaria lives, Master Osric." Jin'li whispered calmly, using the device. "Master Adin took away that which you loved, and Lady Rema as given her back, for she is kind." Osric Melkire collapsed onto his ass and broke into sobs again. "She's... she's not... oh thank... oh gods.. Rema is kind...I... I should've... should've remembered...." "Yes, you should have. Do not doubt your Masters again for we give with one hand and take away with the other, for we are kindness, and we are wrath. And you are ours now." "I don't... I don't know how he did it..." Osric stammered as his allies looked over at him with intense stares. "But this isn't her." the was relief in his voice, relief that was turning to anger. "As if that should make a difference now! This girl was just murdered in front of me. I care not who she 'could' have been!" Lady Crofte shout in indignation, appalled at that Osric seemed to dismissive of the dead woman before them. "IT DOESN'T!" Osric bellowed. "WE'RE GOING TO FIND HIM, AND WE ARE GOING TO KILL THAT BASTARD!" Fury pumped through Osric like fire sweeps through dry grass. "I second that." came Tana Firesong's voice. The rest of the group began speaking but the whisper returned, and it was stern and disapproving "There will be no hunt. Call it off. Go home. Do not threaten to ever harm your masters again. Or we will harm Lady Kanaria." Osric felt the fear, the memory of the anguish returned and his fires of vengeance went out immediately. He swallowed and realized the horrible, awful truth. He was Jin'li's. He was... Compromised. A liability. Security leak. His network.... "...no more. It's over. Call it off. I'm done." Osric ordered with a croak, trying to hold himself together. Osric's allies stared at him in dumbfounded amazement as the hyur walked over to the limp Sizzia. Osric pulled a green linkpearl out from his ear and slide it into Sizzie's before slowly walking away, giving only a single sentence answer to his friends' questions. "I'm going home." The hyur slowly plodded away, his mind wrapped within a shroud of numb pain and confusion. His entire world was changed. Just hours before, he had been one of the most powerful people in Ul'dah, with connections running throughout Eorzea. And in a single moment, Jin'li had shattered him, shattered his power, shattered his life, shattered his piece of mind "Well done, slave. Now go home and rest well, Your masters require you kill and soon. Do you understand?" "Yes, master." Osric then opened his mouth in a silent scream of frustration and anguish as he fell to his knees, as the desert winds blew around him. What was it Askier had said to him, just hours earlier? When Osric had let Delial Grimsong walk? "Sooner or later, you are going to regret letting someone you should have killed when you had the chance go free."

So what you're saying is, we have three days to prepare. :geek: :thumbsup: No, what he's saying is that in three days Jin'li and Osric are screwed lol

((Forgive spelling errors, typing this via phone)) My two cents is being thrown in since I have been seeing a lot of, for lack of a better term, dissatisfaction with Ul'dah rp as of late for reasons ranging from it has become too dark, to that it is not aesthetically appealing to some, or that it seems the only place to rp. Now personally, I love Ul'dah, lore and visually. But that said, I can understand how people who want to rp elsewhere can be disheartened. rp in the other cities is a bit harder to come by and if I felt I -had- to rp in Gridania cause I was having trouble finding rp in Ul'dah, I would be a little sad. However, I know people are trying very hard to spread the rp joy. I know Zhavi and some others are working on setting up rp in Limsa which is awesome! But if you really want to get people flock to Limsa for rp, why not set up an event? Maybe a pirate lord gets hungry eyes for power? Maybe a single rp event called "The Storm" where everyone gets together and rps having to endure a massive hurricane? Would be a fun night of rp and could lead to more rp where people try to rp rebuilding their boats damaged in the storm? I'm just shooting from my hip here but if there is truly enough interest in rping in other cities, set it up and they will come. I managed to set up an event when I was new to this game by simply asking for help. I knew nothing about the lore, still am a total lore noob but people love to help. This community is so friendly and supportive and I hate to see it attacking itself. If anyone wants, I'd be more than happy to help brainstorm an event idea for another city with you. but you gotta run it. I have my own event to handle lol

This is perfect. I am actually going to need cannon fodder for my events coming up if possible. Need to get in touch and talk to you all.

Kahn'a is setting up a registration sheet and should have it up soonish.

Bck! Wish I could be watching instead of working. Looks great from the brief clip I watched so far though!

It's hasn't even been two minutes and you are throwing wrenches into my plans....lol

((The Rules and set up)) “Blood on the Sands” is a joint, community based episodic rp event (Could that title get any longer?) being run by myself on my alt, Jin’li, along with Osric and Kahn’a, with loads of other amazing rpers taking on roles. The story will involve a band of heroes attempting to stop Jin'li from bringing Ul’dah to its knees. My desire is that this event helps bring the Balmung community together in a similar way that my last event “Saga of the Wind Swept Sands” did. So how does this all work? We are breaking the rp involved in this event into two categories: Major events will be weekly episodes that will be of a more scripted nature an are designed to help move the main plot along. My plan is that each episode will take roughly two hours so people can fit it into their busy schedules. Each week, everyone will log in at a set place and we will run the story from there. These will take place on Saturday nights at 9p.m. CST.. Then there are minor events. This will include rp and plots going on between our various characters such as assassination attempts, which do not require everyone to be aware of. Already I have several rpers who are working for Jin’li who already have targets. Heroes, that was your heads up. My desire of these minor events is to give everyone more control over how they want to impact the story without having to wait for a major event or for the team leaders to give them orders. Unlike my last event, I am going to be recording the panic levels and death count of the civilians of Ul’dah that will be based on the major events. The goal of this is help create an atmosphere to tension and give a sense of accomplishment for the villains and sense of stakes for the heroes. There will be two sides. The heroes and the spies. If you wish you join the spies, you will need to meet IC with Jin'li via in-game rp or forum posts. He will give you a linkpearl and your orders. Should we run out of time, we can simply say you received this prior to the first event cause I work a lot and can't get to everyone all the time Heroes will need to meet with Kahn’a IC since Osric, at this time, has been forced due to IC reasons to serve Jin'li. Kahn'a has run this side before during ym last event and I am in steady communication with him. Please give us poor event leaders a hand. LOL. Should you have any OOC questions, please reach out to Osric, Kanaria, Kahn'a or myself since we are running this in tangent That was a lot of text. So about dem Rules: 1) IC knowledge does not equal OOC knowledge. For this role-play it is imperative that you don't use OOC information. I know this will be a problem though since oyu are all awesome rpers. 2) Please note that no character may be harmed or killed without their player’s consent (OOC) Does not mean you can’t attack them and miss all day lol 3) Combat: There will be fighting in this. Rules are below. 4) Have fun! My last event like this was amazing and I really hope this one can become just as good hopefully better. However, I PROMISE there will be a few hiccups along the way and plans will get messed up, just like how Zac and Melkire threw off my entire sub-plot with Saravena during Episode 4 and left her and I scrambling to adjust mid-event…lol was awesome though. That said, I ask that you be understanding and go with the flow. This is a ton of work for those running this and we can’t foresee every development. =D 5) Registration. Once registered, I will put your name on a list for your chosen side so players can rp together for minor events. At this time, there will be no limit the amount of players in this event. 6) We request that any orders myself, Kahn’a,or Melkire give during this event either IC or OOC, be obeyed simply for the sake of keeping this thing organized. Combat: to make combat a smooth action and to remove level gaps from the equation, we will be rping combat. However, to keep things from getting bogged down, we will be using the following rules. 1) Combat will take place as a back-and-forth. One side will go, making their attack (or attacks, if multiple attackers) first. To see if your attack hits, we will be using rollz.org for combat. Combat will be based on dice rolls with Attacker and defender trying to role higher than the other, in the event of a tie, it is a draw. When attacking, you will post how you want to attack and roll the dice, adding the dice roll to the post: Ex: -Tom rolls his dice and then posts in game : Adin draws his sword and lunges forward, trying to impale his foe with the pointy end. (( rolled 4)) It's important that your post says what you're trying to do, not that you hit, because the defender will roll and then post what happens. Ex: - Ali rolls her dice and gets a five. Since the result is higher,she takes no damage. Ali posts: Meera steps to the side and avoids the attack, grinning. ((Rolled 5)) Now that Tom's attack is resolved, it is Ali's turn to attack. In the likely situation of multiple attackers on one person, all players on one side attack first, each going in order from left to right making an attack and letting the defender defend. Ex: -Tom keeps missing so Fred joins in. Tom is on left so he goesfirst - Adin attacks ((Rolls 3)) - Ali rolls and posts "Meera dodge." ((5)) - Fred rolls and posts - Torin attacks with an axeswing. ((6)) - Ali rolls and scowls as she posts - "Aliis struck with a glancing blow on the shoulder and blood rushes out. ((rolled 3)) Now it's Ali's turn to attack but she can only attack one so she must becareful. But what happens when you are hit? You lose a hit point! All characters have 3 hp (this is subject to change based on player numbers on either side.) Once you have 0 hp, you are knocked out, or forced to flee, player's choice. Healing classes can, instead of attacking, heal a wound on someone. Note, can only do this once every three rounds to prevent over healing. 2) No one player may be engaged in combat with more than 3 opponents simultaneously. To indicate you are in combat with someone, walk up to them and unsheathe your weapon. Once a player has 3 people standing in front of them, no other player may enter the fray until a player is beaten. An example of said formation is below with "O"representing one side and "X" the other O O O X 3) But what if a friend is in trouble against three people? You may run over and engage one of the enemies one on one by walking over and standing in front of them with your weapon unsheathed. Whisper them you are engaging them and both you and the person you've engaged move a few feet away to show your ally is only engaged with 2 people now. Visual example below. O O O = O O O = O O O X = X X = X X 4) IMPORTANT: During combat, your emotes should be no more than a few sentences long. This is to keep combat flowing quickly and from jumbling up the chat window with long posts.

((The Ul'dah situation)) This is where I will be posting the reaction of the npc population of Ul'dah to give a sort of impact of the actions of both sides. As it stands now, other than the rumors of a "disease" showing up in the refugee camps around Ul'dah, there is no large scale impact of Jin'li's actions. However, Osric has informed me that the Flames are now aware of something happening and are scrambling to find out more (Status of the Poison) The conception and construction of Blue Blood Stand 2 took nearly a month of roleplay from myself and several others. The poison is a slow-acting hemotoxin that distorts the blood, turning it blue as it deprives oxygen to the red blood cells and causes said cells to burst. The toxin has an incubation period of three to nine hours, after which the individual experiences intense agony, foaming at the mouth and trouble breath for the next four to twenty hours. Death will occur somewhere between the four hour and twenty hour markers. Trying to heal the poison via any sort of restoration magic will cause modified aetheric dust inside the toxin to explode, rupturing blood vessels and essentially killing the victim sooner through internal bleeding. There is an antidote, but at this time all knowledge of the antidote resides with the 'Doctor.'

Please click link below if you are planning on participating in the event https://docs.google.com/forms/d/19KBrD6AeK9rz63Hm7-WoSqMwVu9x9Et0urjWPPlSEG4/viewform Event Number 2 Tommorow. Newcomers, please read this info and then combat rules below. When: Tomorrow, we will begin gathering outside the Gate of Thal at 8:30 Central time. We are giving ourselves about 45 minutes to organize everything and the sides. We aim to actually start around 9:15. Where: Heroes will meet Kahn'a directly outside the Gate of Thal and form groups of three. The NPCS, will meet Laforet and myself at the Tree of the Sultana. What to wear: Heroes may dress however they please. Or not at all if that's your thing, we aren't picky. lol. NPC's we ask that you wear either the Shepard's tunic, or something white and cloth-ish for a chest piece to help you stand out. Objecive: The goal of each hero is to slay at least three npcs zombies and then move down the road to the Sultana tree and fight Laforet, the black mage in control of this npc army. One he is defeated, the heroes win. Note, if a hero would like to just keep pummeling zombies, we will have a 1,000 gil prize for the best zombie killer, cause, why not? How will this work: Once the groups are gathered, the NPCS will move up and start matching with the hero parties of three. Our aim is to have at least 1 NPC per group of three heroes. Combat will use normal combat rules with these exceptions: NPC's have 1 hp, but when they are hit, they keep going, representing a slain zombie and another replacing them. Heroes need to keep track of how many npc'c they 'kill' because once a player has killed three, they may leave their current party and move to fight Laforet by the Tree of the Sultana, or keep pummeling zombies. Heroes will have 4 hp this event to help them weather the assault of never ending zombies. Laforet will only have 3 hp because most heroes will be slightly wounded by the time they reach him. (Note, these are subject to change if rp occurs that alters the plans. See minor events)) "Event 1: Enemy at the Gate" will be a two pronged event. Prong one will be Jin'li and most of his allies outside the Gate of Nald creating confusion to draw the defenders of Ul'dah out. Prong 2 will be several of Jin'li's agents moving through Ul'dah poisoning water wells. How, or if, the heroes discover prong two needs to rped out still. If heroes do not discover plot before event, the only way to catch the poisoners is to see their emotes. "Event 2: Whom Fiddled while Ul'dah Burned?" will be a second part event that will involve 2 or 3 prongs. Prong one of Jin'li agents leading a force of Voidspawn against Ul'dah as as a diversion while a small squad tries to assassinate the Sultana, forcing the heroes to split up and deal with the threats and give the Sultana time to escape. (We will probably not have a Sultan npc or pc, just say she is escaping while heroes delay the assassins, idea on this are appreciated.)) "Event 3: To Kill a runt." (subject to change) "Minor Event 1: The Doctor is in" - Has been completed by small group whom dragged the Doctor off a cliff.

((Part One of rp in Central Thanalan, takes place almost simultaniously to Kanaria's above post.)) The most important lesson in war, is to not have anything you would not be willing to sacrifice for victory. If you have even just one thing precious, you have already lost. Jin'li opened his black eyes as the lesson Master Adin had taught him a decade ago replayed in his mind. Adin had been wise. For ten years, Jin'li had used people and things to make his enemies do things they would never have done otherwise. The white-haired miqo'te had become a master of blackmail. And tonight, was his masterpiece. He stood on the mine cart tracks just outside the far end of the rail tunnel that ran southeast of Black Brush Station. In his right arm, he held Kanria, bound and gagged, her eyes wide in fear. In his left hand, Jin'li pressed his personal gunblade to the woman's temple. The wind moaned as the pair stood there for what seemed like an eternity. But Jin'li was patient. The miqo'te had only recently informed Osric that the meeting location between himself and Osric had been moved to this location, and the hyur was taking his time. Jin'li had been planning the shift all long, to prevent giving Osric time to set up a possible ambush. The was an echo inside the cave and Jin'li looked up as a shadowed form cam into sight inside the tunnel. Osric Melkire's boots clicked slowly, his pulse barely under control as he looked from behind his mask at the pair of figures ahead. The hyur felt his stomach knot as he continued to walk forward, looking at Jin'li holding his fiancee hostage, looking at his worst nightmare made real. "That's far enough, Master Melkire." Jin'li said as Osric reached the edge of the tunnel. Osric came to a stop, his feet resting before a wooden box. The hyur noticed Jin'li wore a rappel system around his waist and torso, the rope coiled neatly by the edge of the cliff that the rails ran atop, the end synched tightly to the railroad tracks. "Easy, Jin'li." Osric said, raising his hands up past his ears, past his head. Jin'li noticed the hyur brush his ear ever so slightly and suspected the male had just brushed a linkpearl. A count down began in Jin'li's head, a calculation about how long he might have before Osric's allies arrived. "Good evening, Master Osric." Jin'li said with a small nod of his head, his black eyes never leaving Osric's masked face. "Would you kindly open the box at you feet?" The woman in Jin'li's arms stared at Osric and whimpered softly behind her gag as Osric looked down at the box and spoke: "I'm not going to find a bomb in there am I? Leaving you to shoot her and rappel down from the railroad?" "No harm will befall her if you obey." Jin'li explained calmly. "Now would you kindly open the box?" Osric knelt down and, with a grimace, opened the lid. Inside the box was a mechanical collar and a smaller box. The collar had what appeared to be a magitek explosive and a speaker system built into it. Once locked, Osric could not see a clear way to unlock it. "Would you kindly put the collar on?" Jin'li requested as his eyes watched the crouched hyur. Osric Melkire looked up to Kanaria.... "...Alright." the hyur male said slowly. Osric slowly reached into the box and pulled out the collar holding it in his shaking hands as he spoke: "What's in the other box?" Jin'li pulled the hammer back on his gunblade deliberately, the weapon clicking ominously as the hammer locked into place "We will come to Rema's box after you put the collar on." Jin'li replied dryly, his black eyes fixed on Osric, the woman in the miqo'te's arms squirming in fear, eyes wide. Osric placed the cold metal to his throat and swallowed before he fastened the collar. The collar locked shut with a hiss and there is a burning smell as the collar welded itself shut. The front of the collar glowed blood red for a few moments and then the light went out. There was a single, mechanical beep and Jin'li nodded in satisfaction as he spoke: "That collar contains a linkpearl that allows me to hear what you say should I desire to listen in, and will inject my voice through your neck into your head. I wore such a collar once. They cannot be undone without the key, which I have, far from here. Now, before I let her go, whom do you serve, Master Osric?" "You, ser." Osric replied despairingly. "Gods damn you, you." "No." Jin'li shook his head. His face suddenly contorted and when he spoke again, his voice was a perfect mimicry of his dead Master Adin's tone. "You serve me again." Jin'li's face twisted again. "And you serve me," came out the imitation of the dead Lady Rema's voice. Jin'li nodded and then spoke in his own, flat tone. "There is an explosive in that collar I can set off should I choose. Do not forget whom you serve. Swear your loyalty to this slave." Osric Melkire clenched his fists and huffs a breath. "I swear to Adin. I swear to Rema. I swear to Jin'li. As... as I live, I'll serve." Kanaria Galanode could feel the tears slip from her eyes and roll down her cheeks only to soak into the cloth of the gag. A murmuring could be heard from behind the gag, yet not a syllable understood. "You are a slave. We are the masters. Say it. Please." Jin'li commanded, his mind knowing what a master should say to a slave. He had been the slave all his life. "I'm a slave. You are the masters." Osric answer despairingly and Jin'li felt a smile try to flick over his mouth, his subconscious giddy with the power he felt, the fact that he was a master. But Jin'li's conscious mind strangled his emotions and he spoke calmly, his face blank as he spoke: "And as a slave, you are given what the master thinks you should have, and you will lose what the master thinks you should not have. This is the truth. Master Melkire. Lady Rema wishes you to take that box and open it once our business here is done, for she is kind and you will need it. As for Master Adin, shall I give you his gift?" Osric Melkire swallowed nervously, the collar tight on his throat. "You are the master, ser." A faint scratching of boot grinding on the wooden post that held aloft the metal rail track caused Jin'li's left ear to flick. Osric's allies were close. "Then embrace the gift of suffering, Master Melkire. Remember, the box." Jin'li said sternly as he released Kanaria and shoved her forward towards Osric. In a fluid motion, the white-haired miqo'te hefted his gunblade, the polished metal glinting wickedly in the moonlight as Jin'li pulled the trigger. Bright orange, like a small sun, erupted from the end of the barrel. The projectile slammed into the back of Kanaria's head. The woman jerked back, blood and grey matter splattering the rails as she fell face forward onto the tracks. "NO!" Osric screamed, his voice loud and shrill, his heart tightening as he raced toward the body of his love, the pain inside his heart a million times worse than anything a mortal could suffer physically. Jin'li raced to the edge and threw himself over the lip of the rail and fell like a comet towards the earth. The rope snagged and went taught and if Jin'li was not a eunuch, he might have let out a whimper as the girdle pinched his groan. Jin'li sliced the taught rope with his gunblade and started running, plunging into the darkness of the the long cave before him, water splashing around his ankles. Osric Melkire knelt down beside the body of the woman and pulled Kanaria to him, cradling her in his arms. "Please gods... please... this can't be real... no...." Osric choked, tears streaming from underneath his mask, the sounds of running feet surrounding him, paniced voices all around him

((Take place before Kanaria's post. Is a mixture of her and I's rp.)) Jin'li wore a robe, the hood up, a scarf over his face. Three other figures walked nearby,close enough to help him, but not close enough to be eye catching. They followed Kanria slowly, carefully,tracking her wherever she might be going, waiting to make their move, to seize her when they could. The black eyes of Jin'li watched her as he followed her, waiting to make his move. Sway, stop, sway stop, was the movement of Kanaria’s hips and skirt made as she walked down Sapphire Avenue Exchange. Kanaria went through the motions every morning, talking with each of the merchants here in order to get an idea what she should be buying or selling to make a bit of gil. A hand lifted slowly to her ear as she came back around to take the side stairs up to Pearl Street. "Rabeto... Rune..." Two names faintly heard before murmurs, giving them orders. Sooner than later she dropped her hand to her mouth, covering it with a soft yawn before it went back to her side. Some tea this morning was definitely needed... And that's exactly where she was heading to her usual spot to have tea, but first she had to make it to the Eastern entrance of the Quicksand before she could do that, and it wasn't even in sight yet. She paid no mind to the others around her, hadn't even really noticed anyone following her though her normal routine. Pearl lane. Always Pearl Lane. It always came back to this street. Jin'li and his goons followed Kanaria up the stairs. And then, after a moment, Jin'li motioned with his left hand as Kanaria rounded the corner. Two of the hooded figures rushed ahead, taking large steps and passed by on either side of Kanaria. Once they were past, they suddenly turned and created an obstruction of robes and muscle. They starred at her but made no effort to move other than block her. Meanwhile Jin'li and his third spy moved up behind Kanaria, Jin'li sliding his gunblade out from his robe and then he and the third goon sprung. Jin'li reached and tried to seize Kanaria and slammed the barrel against her temple, his left hand trying to wrap around her throat as Jin'li's third goon rushed forward with a wet rag covered in chloroform and tried to press it to her mouth as his other hand would try to grab her shoulder. Jin'li or his goons did not speak as they acted. Four against one... This wasn't quite fair... "N-no! Je.” Kanaria stammered as the other pair sprung. Gun to her head, hand creeping around her throat, she stilled for a moment, then reeled back her head with a gasp as hand and cloth came for her nose and mouth. She held her breath and whined her eyes looking about, wide with terror. Lavenders shot down the stairs... as she desperately tried to call for help, the muffled sound much to faint for anyone to here, but she'd breathed in... She was done... The chloroform finally breathed in... Her slight form went limp under their hands...out. Jin'li felt the woman go limp in his arms butheld her for a few moments lingers before nodding. The larger of the hood figures stepped forward, pulling out a large sack and together Jin'li and the goon slid the sack around her and tied it shut. Jin'li then watched as the big goon heaved the bag in both arms and began walking off. The white-haired miqo'te gazed around for moment,noticing a few curious faces looking their way but doing nothing. Jin'li and the others had their faces hidden after all. But the miqo'te was apprehensive all the same. The more that knew his face, the more complex the mission would be, and he and his masters had enough issues. "Axe." Jin'li spoke the nickname calmly and the goon who had held the rag stepped forward. "Deliver Master Melkire my letter and have the good Doctor meet me. We have much to prepare for tonight when we see Master Melkire." With that, Jin'li followed after the goon carrying Kanaria as the other two faded away into the crowds.

Don't forget yourself and everyone else. I really appreciate you all understanding that I had to handle some rl things that needed taking care of and were patient when I was a bit late.

What. WHAT IS GOING ON IN UL'DAH Bad things are happening to me, Baaaaasad thiiiiings, Bad things keep happening to me, There's no doubt about it! P.S. I vote Jin'li as Most Competent Villain of 2014. I broke the Osric. . . :cry: IC Jin'li feels nothing cause he is insane and did what he did to remove a threat. OOC, I kinda feel bad. Looking back, I realize just how utterly meticulous I was planning this (confession: I spent a whole real world week planning how to bring you down Osric.) You have one of my favorite characters and I promise your service to Jin'li as his prized servant will not be long. In fact, Im planning on kicking the event off rather soon.:thumbsup: Also, I did deliberately do something that you may not suspect yet but a certain "bomb kitty" certainly does know. Something that keeps Ossy inside the game. For I am kind.

Hey, I remember you! LOL Welcome back! Boy do we have some things to discuss Ic next I see you in game.

Face it Kanaria, your scent is like catnip to miqo'te. You are -the- cat Lady of Eorzea!