MrPoopyButtHole

Love you too bebe. The Bard is so damn spoony.

Pyralis is training with the spear, following the moves that the old man is teaching him. He messes up, and the old man whacks him on the head. Pyralis frowns and rubs the back of his head, "I'm trying, okay..." The old man cackles and shakes his head, "You try with your body, but you are disconnected from mind, soul, and heart. How can one conquer giants when one cannot conquer demons?" Pyralis groans loudly and goes through the motions against as the old man circles around him, "The words, Pyralis. You speak them and say you want to uphold them but never do. Why?" Pyralis ignores him and continues with his routine. "You do not follow them because that would require changing, forgiving, and serving a greater good. You must put aside pride, anger, and your old ways if you wish to become a new man. You will lose her and them all if you continue through the destructive path." Pyralis messes up and braces himself for a hit. The old man simply pats his back and looks to him sadly, "You will die Pyralis... You will die to him if you do not change. You seek help from many to deal with the evil Tower, but your whole is not in it." Pyralis frowns and turns to look at the old man, "I feel like a darkness inside me will always prevent me from being who I want to be. I feel pulled towards it all the time. How..? How do I let go of that and move on?" The old man pokes his head and chest, then places a palm on his heart, "By making sure these all work as one, and follow the words. It is never too late to become an unsung hero, child." Pyralis smiles softly and leans on his staff, looking at the old man pensively.

Pyralis removed his hat and harp and set it aside. He ran a hand through his silver hair and looked to her with a smile. Perhaps he had gone too far with the song? He should of known that a reserved girl like this wouldn't like the dramatic flair but he truthfully believed opposites would attract. It wasn't too late still though as she was willing to sit and have a meal with him. As she spoke he began to glance at the menu he was familiar with. He smiled softly and spoke gently, "I suppose I can see what opportunities are available here to me. It's nice to get away from a place that is full of sand or a place that is just full of forest. This city...is beautiful. I always dreamed of living in a beautiful place surrounded by water." He forced himself to blush as he put the menu down. He face palmed and shook his head, "My lady...I am so sorry to have performed like that in public. Here I am desperate to make the best impression I can for you when I should just be myself." He sighed and slumped slightly looking a bit ashamed.

LOL omg I remember that!

[align=center]Several Months Ago…[/align] Blood was filling his armor. He knew the feeling, broken bones poking through his skin. But he couldn’t feel pain. Not anymore. He needed several healers to take care of him, if not his body would eventually shut down and he’d die. The thought of dying did not bother him though. It was the thought of not getting revenge. The bard and his two friends could not best him in combat. Instead they resorted to trickery and sent him out through that hole in the building. When he woke up, he felt shattered and knew that his femur and elbow were completely shattered. The fact that he was able to walk and limp through the shroud was incredible. He supposed it was the benefit of not being able to feel anything. He continued walking till he got to a village, the blood lust and anger was boiling in him. However before he could take it out on them, he passed out. When the Tower awoke he was out of his armor and wrapped up in bandages. He felt ashamed as he was naked for the first time in a long time. The tower never removed his armor, he did everything in it. It was his home, his stronghold. Now the horrible flayed skin all over his body, the burns, the bruises, the pieces of missing muscle were on display for the world. He tried to scream in anger but felt too weak. How long had he been out? A Elezen female gasped as she saw him awake and ran to get aid. The Tower was angry, they’d pay for stripping him of his armor. They’d all pay. He closed his eyes and rested, he needed energy. [align=center]Three Months Pass…[/align] He opened his eyes and felt stronger this time. These stupid villagers had fed him, bathe him, and brought him back to full health. The Elezen woman smiled and put a hand gently on his chest as if to comfort him, “Rest ser…you need not worry. You have clearly been through so much. Once you are fully healed, you may rise.” The tower grinned wickedly and wrapped his massive hands around her neck. The woman’s eyes grew wide in fear, a fear that made his blood rise, the thrill of the hunt. He continued to squeeze till she was about to pass into the next life before letting her go. The Elezen held her throat and gasped for breath as she was on her knees. He grinned and got up off the bed. As he examined the room he spotted his home, his life, his treasure. The gleaming black armor. He spoke in his voice that sounded of stones being smashed together, “Put my armor on me girl and I’ll let you live.” The Elezen woman recovering from the choking shivered and nodded. She would quickly put on his cruel black armor while he stayed perfectly still, contemplating what he was going to do. Never before had he been injured badly enough to be out of commission for so long. It was all their faults, that thought enraged him further. When the woman was done he got up and put his helmet on.That anger, hatred, and violence was building up so fast. It was growing stronger by the second. He needed an outlet. He needed to feed the destruction and chaos. The Elezen woman cowered back as he turned to face her, “Y-y-you said you’d let me live.” The tower chuckled behind his helmet and gripped his axe angrily, “I lied.” As the hours passed he slaughtered that small town. Men, Women, Children, and even the animals were not spared. It was glorious to him, oh so glorious.

Pyralis almost lost himself in playing that music and singing. That was dangerous. The persona he built would be exposed if he wasn't too careful. Luckily the crowd has given him the advantage he needed. He smiled softly and blushed when looking at Jingi. He spoke loudly so they could all hear, "I thank you for the praise and kind words! But my lady and I here have a date. So more songs will have to wait till she has had enough of my singing and company which I assure you may take a long time!" Pyralis smiled softly at her again and held a hand out for her to take. He would follow her to the Bismarck if allowed. This was turning out to be more work than he expected. Hopefully the girl would start melting in his hands.

Pyralis tapped his chin with a finger as he followed her, "Oh they say I came out of the womb and my fingers were moving around as if I was playing music. Here let us stop and I'll play you a tune! Something light and comedic no?" Pyralis would halt and take out his harp and pluck a couple of strings. He genuinely had a smile on his face that was real. Gods he loved to play music, to perform for others. It brought him out of his dark, brooding moods at times and also had a special charm on people. It was as if the music could reach inside the hardest of individuals and get them to smile. If she agreed to hear him play right then and there he would bust into the song, "A Bear and the Maiden Fair". His voice would be in a soothing baritone and occasionally sing in a higher pitch for the 'Maiden' part. If there were many people nearby, he would still play. ((couldn't resist http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6VMSYIXCCY))

Pyralis made his body seem like it was nervous, as it should look for someone new to a city meeting a beautiful woman for the first time. He kept an innocent and shy smile on his face occasionally looking away with hints of red appearing in his cheeks every so often. Gods…it made him sick. Why couldn’t he go the simple route and black mail the client as he always did? He still hadn’t decided if he should sleep with the girl or not…he only prayed she was a woman of virtue and waited till marriage for that sort of thing. But she did work in a whore house…I suppose women of virtue wouldn’t work in a whorehouse…right? He blushed ever so slightly as she moved a strand of hair behind her. He cleared his throat and shook his head, “My lady…that is where you are wrong. Even the tiniest of details can be of interest. For example, the way you move that strand of hair behind your ear is almost intoxicating…the way your cheeks turn ever so red makes my heart a flutter. We all have our ways of been interesting my lady…perhaps it is the way we tell a story or the work we do.” Pyralis smiled at her and would run a hand through his silver hair.

***WARNING MATURE CONTENT, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED*** ((Work in Progress for a story arc. Will possibly involve USH and some members of CLAN. Please PM me for additional details)) Prologue She ran, Gods she ran like she had never run before. The forest behind her sounded as if it was collapsing, trees shaking violently as birds flew from their nest. She had no time to stop and gawk or even think, she ran. It paid well to be a contact for Pyralis, hells it paid the bills and put her kids into a great school. The downside was...well...it was fucking dangerous. This massive Roe was chasing her and gave no hints of tiring or that he even needed air to breath behind all that massive plate. She didn't understand how something so massive and heavy could move as gracefully as a Miqo'te and as dangerous as a dragon. An axe flew over her head and the tree burst into thousands of splinters. If that hit her...keep running, keep fucking running. The shaking stopped and the trees stopped swaying. Finally had lost him. She hid behind a tree clutching her knees to her chest. Pyralis better pay her triple for this. She looked up and saw seven different men in robes standing over a cliff looking at her. She froze, they didn't look friendly, Gods they never were. She placed a hand to get lip and they nodded. Friendly, thank the Twelve. The Tower was already behind her...how? One swing of an axe and the tree was chopped in half. She crawled away in a panic. Begging the Gods or elements for help. The men in robes chanted and she froze in place unable to move. The Tower chuckled behind the mask and she heard the sounds of armor loosening. A disgusting deep voice spoke, "My turn."

Kiht is in trouble. The words kept playing over in his mind. Pyralis sat in the Quicksand looking at his ale. Kiht is in trouble. He took a very long drink from his ale till he was practically slurping on droplets. Why should he care? She called him a Hyur and basically threaten him when her damn -new- mate attacked him. Why should he care about anything really? Since when did the spoony bard care for anyone but himself. Kiht is in trouble. The voice kept saying over and over again in his mind, that fuckin' voice. He had to go back to Limsa and finish that forsaken job of infiltration. He had to worry about assassins placing a well aimed dagger in his back. He had too many Gods damn things to worry about. Why bother adding a cat who doesn't give two shits about him? Kiht is in trouble. Pyralis sighed heavily and before he knew it, he was drinking his fourth ale. The voice was gone and he was happy, so happy he wouldn't start a brawl today...maybe. He got up and staggered out of the Quicksand whistling a tune. No one could bring him down today, his troubles were set free by alcohol once again. No Keepers in his mind today. Just ale. Kiht is in trouble. Pyralis sighed, Yeah...I know.

Pyralis sneered in his mind at her laugh. Gah...sounds like a sheep...that is going to bother me. Outwardly he smiled widely and clapped his hands together, "Bismarck? I have heard so many tales about that place! I often do take wrong turns...I am a wandering musician and often just let the wind call my name and take me. Thus why I am out at night, in a city I have never been in, and traveling with a harp!" He would swing over his back a mini harp etched with lions, chocobos, dragons, and moogles. The smile widened as he eyed the harp, "Meet my first love, music." His violet eyes would gaze back at her, "Perhaps I can play you a melody while you tell me about yourself Jingi! My best songs come from random people."

Pyralis would immediately return his gaze to her and smile widely, seemingly to look happy and excited at the thought of having a bite to eat with her. “I-It would be an honor and a privilege to be in your company my lady. I am afraid I have not been in the city very long. I took a wrong turn in Gridania and somehow…ended up here. How is that even possible I wonder? Oh I’m rambling again! I usually do that when I’m nervous, especially around beauti-gah! Again! So sorry ma’am!” He would flush again but keep his gaze on her. He would bow deeply, “My name is Luca my lady. I look forward to our bite to eat and to listen to –everything- you have to say.” Pyralis studied her reaction and her clothing, if he could get close enough, perhaps he could pickpocket anything useful. Best to play it safe and string her along.

Pyralis locked eyes with her and forced him to flush a deep red. He stammered, "I...it's. ..I mean...no big deal miss....by the Twelve....You are stunning and beautiful." Realizing what he had just said he lowered his gaze and flushed more. "it would be an honor...to take you for coffee. So I can apologize for running into you." He would keep his gaze down as if he was just too smitten by her looks. Pyralis thought in his mind, poor girl...hope I don't break her heart too badly.

Pyralis saw the target and slipped on his stylish hat. The outfit was clearly of one who was out of town with its flair and look. A look that said, ‘Yeah I have a bit of coin to spend’. The girl was probably book smart from the way she looked. Didn't have the look of a typical lady of pleasure and it intrigued him. The place had staff of course so more than likely she served some purpose in the back area. Perhaps stacking boxes? No, she didn't have the muscular built like that. He watched her closely studying her mannerisms and decided that maybe she was one of the smarter girls. Best to play the dumb tourist who gets smitten with the girl. Pyralis lowered his hat and pulled out a map of somewhere completely far away to make it seem like he was truly lost. He would walk with his head buried in a map and attempt to roughly bump into the woman. If successful, he would look up from his now torn in half map and gasp, “Oh by the twelve! I am so sorry miss! Oh dear! Here! Let me help!” He would offer her a hand and a very small, pleading for forgiveness, smile.

Can't wait to try out everything later today! :bouncy::bouncy::bouncy:

Bump for epicness see you folks later today

Love it Yangh. Very balanced indeed. I am fully in support of this epicness.

Meanwhile poor Zakkn'a is sitting all alone in Gridania.

Oh hi there and welcome. Are you interested in becoming friends with the coolest, friendliest bard in the world!?

He did the best he could to suppress the shiver she had sent down his spine, cursed woman was too good. Pyralis kept a grin on his face and gave her a small bow. "I promise you'll not be disappointed beautiful one." Pyralis continued to watch her as she faded into the shadows. Shortly after making his way through them himself in the opposite direction. There was work to do. No more time for games.

Pyralis grinned widely, a genuine grin this time. A favor from a powerful person was always the best kind to have. What use is coin when the land is on fire and what you really need is water? The life blood of all the work he has ever done relied on favors and not the contents of ones purse. Of course favors are hard to come by. Dangerous even. This would be no small task and more than likely he'd have to spill some blood...hopefully not his own. He would approach Grace slowly and close if allowed and speak almost seductively, "A deal it is sweet Grace. Your -concern- of me warms my heart. It warms my heart so much that perhaps we seal this little venture we have with a kiss hm?" Pyralis would attempt to ever so lightly brush aside some of her hair if allowed (if he was allowed to approach her closely before). Careful not to tempt the devil too much bard.

The bard smiled wider at her words, she was such a charmer. That laugh, that gaze, that grin. Ahhh, how he missed it all so much! But the days of sleeping with the help was behind him. He had no need for the ladies who sold their bodies for coin. Information was how he survived. Information and favors.... When she finished her speech and stood in front of him, he would slowly and carefully remove his hands from his back to seem as non-threatening as possible. If allowed he would place his right hand lightly under her chin almost caressing it. The smile would remain on his face but the playfulness was gone from his voice. A more business like tone. "Dear sweet Grace...I have no need for you to -set- me up. Nor do I need the coin if you were to offer such things. I'd gladly infiltrate this rival business for you and bring down rains of fire on all who would seek to harm you and those lovely ladies under your care. The only thing I ask in return is a favor of my liking...whenever I ask for it. A small price for something so great no? After all...information is key in this truly -lonely- place we live in, no?" If allowed to place his hand from before, he'd gently remove it running the tips of his fingers away from her chin in an attempt to give her chills.

He smiled playfully when he saw the frown. He believed that it was genuine from his comment and simply offered a simple bow of his head. "One cannot ever lose the taste for women. I say it is almost blasphemous for you to even suggest such a thing." Pyralis lifted up his head and locked his violet eyes to hers. He smiled widely and said in a playful manner, "I simply have more -defined- taste dear Grace. Some -aged- wines do not keep their flavor and spoil. But enough of faltering looks and what could have been. Tell me of this -challenge- you have in mind." Pyralis maintained that playful smile and loose body language. He kept his hands behind his back just in case the lovely Grace had friends who wanted to play. After all, no one liked to be insulted...especially to their face.

He remembered her smell to well, too well. He was young man when he first fell to her lovely words and seductive techniques. A young stupid kid who followed his cock and not the screaming voice in his head that told him many things were a bad idea. Pyralis kept his grin and gaze on her but couldn't help but feel like he was young again, that same young dumb kid who would jump at this woman's every command. Remember Pyralis, the dumb ones are the first to go. Pyralis wiped the grin from his face when she mentioned the challenge and the reward. He would tilt his head at her and tap his chin with his index finger, pretending to study her carefully. He had forgotten the name he used back then...Desmond Roark. He had stolen that name off a dead slaver in the shroud. Best to keep that name in handy. Instinctively, he folded his arms behind his back touching ever so slightly the daggers he kept on him at all times. He would take a few steps forward and pretend to be enamored with her delicious backside. "Ahhh dear Grace. Challenges and rewards are what I thrive on." Pyralis said pulling his gaze back to her eyes. "But if the reward happens to be you Grace...I'm afraid I'll have to pass as your looks to me have lost to the passage of time." A little quip and lie to test the waters.

Pyralis enjoyed the danger, the thrill of the hunt is what he called it. The lovely Grace, such fond memories of her. She still was sultry and seductive in the way she moved, talked, and gazed at you. If the Keepers should be worshiping anyone, it should be her. For what better persona of love than one who fulfills the very hunger and need of the passions of the mortal flesh. The danger never gave him fear even as she approached him closely and toyed with him. It simply fed into his already depraved sense of thrill. "Ah so silly of me Grace. I believe I mistook you for a princess the first time we met. I suppose age is catching up with me. Or is it the fact I wish to imagine you as a princess and I the knight who beds her?" The bard kept that lovely grin on his face as he studied her eye movement, her body posture, the way her lips moved when they spoke. He kept as best as he could any sign that she had a slight seductive hold on him but a man could only endure so much. Oh I remember you very well dear Grace. I am ready to play your games.