Melodia

someday when i beat T5....*sigh* *table flips the game* Oh? What are you having difficulty with? Mechanics? Finding a group? Gear? Finding a group. My new all time favorite reply is "Ah...well someday you'll get one." I hear that from most people and it makes me feel real swell. :thumbsup: Hmm! Okay. I'll guess at this point that party finder hasn't given you much to join. Have you tried putting up a PF group of your own? I had a very bad experience once that makes me near terrified of entering those types of things with people who I don't know. It was my first time tanking Garuda HM and as a tank I was nervous with 7 others. I messed up as the OT. And the MT yelled at me. But I stayed as I wanted to finish it. I messed up again and others started yelling at me. And we wiped again. A chorus of seven people calling me names and telling me I was the worst tank they'd seen, etc. etc. Hurt my feelings and for thirty minutes I put up with it until I just left in tears. Yes...a group of seven people I didn't know made a grown adult cry. I almost quit tanking that day and it took me a LONG time to get back in and beat it with a group of friends. And the same for Titan. I'm more comfortable today in my tanking and my gear helps cover small errors. The point is, I am sensitive, and scared as hell about touching any new content without friends. Because they will be more forgiving when I make a mistake. Strangers I have found....can be quite cold.

I hope you don't mind me saying this like this, but If Aaron can beat T9, NO ONE ELSE HAS AN EXCUSE FOR NOT BEATING T9. someday when i beat T5....*sigh* *table flips the game* Oh? What are you having difficulty with? Mechanics? Finding a group? Gear? Finding a group. My new all time favorite reply is "Ah...well someday you'll get one." I hear that from most people and it makes me feel real swell. :thumbsup:

I hope you don't mind me saying this like this, but If Aaron can beat T9, NO ONE ELSE HAS AN EXCUSE FOR NOT BEATING T9. someday when i beat T5....*sigh* *table flips the game*

Mew! Welcome! Have fun and hope to see you in game. Send me a tell if you are on later in the day.

Franz NOOOO!! Don't steal my dreammmmm!!! *cries*

OMW. LOL!!!

So will I... S-same. Yangh's got me all excited and I'm not even in game yet! <_< And you're not going to invite me?! *gasp* *warms shower, sends invite* *to both* :lol:

Speak with me again my love! I can always make time for you my dear Sounsyy. ♥,..,♥ Make lots of time my sweetest Yangh, because there are two of us and only one towel. We will have to share or take turns... and that could take a looooong time. ;P Taking turns is never a bad thing. I'm sure we can come to some sort of... accord... *pops wine cork with a single thumb* WELP! Off to the cold shower thanks all! :cactuar: :cactuar: :cactuar:

Tome weapon. The item to get it will be available in the next CT patch and will have the upgrade too most likely. Or primals. Sweet. And did you say Primals? LOL oh my lala friend I have no one to guide me through said "primals"

But what about us that don't care to grind out the relic and can't get the coil weapon? What are our options? :cry:

Ohh my! <3 I'll be sure to bring like 30 bottles of Realm Reborn Red. Uhm I want a thread of this. Please....

*Comforts Yangh AND Eve.*

Ruru scoffed, shaking his head with a smirk. "I maintain a low profile. Aside from a small handful that help with information at the docks or in the taverns, and the Handers, I try to remain out of sight. Last thing I need is a knife in the back when I'm trying to enjoy my ale." He grinned. "Though the ones I do know....there's a couple could be useful depending on what they were scrouring information for. Though, they cost. They cost a bit....and my coin's low at the moment. Maybe...." He paused and softly chuckled. "We may need to see Grace to front the costs."

MAKIN ME CRY EVERY TIME YANGH T_T Amen Kage....amen. *hugs*

Elsewhere....... It wasn't like her contact to keep her waiting and Melodia looked up at the clouds gathering. A storm was approaching. She ground her bootheel into the dock, a soft clack of the teeth as she knew the young Roe wasn't coming. "Gods damn it." She muttered as she began to walk away when the voice called from the shadows behind a pile of crates. "'Ey boss. You come closer for Mouse, ey?" The Roe was not the quickest of intellects but he provided good intel on the cheap and thus was an asset. "What're ye doin'? Come out an' talk t' me like ye norm-" He cut her off, his childlike voice sounding slightly panicked. "Shhh the runners hear the Mouse and his words and boss' too." Melodia moved closer to the crates and tried to not stare at the half hidden Roe boy. Her voice a feigned whisper. "Then tell me wha' ye got instead o' wastin' me time." His voice sounded nervous as a slip of paper came through the crates in a shaky hand. "Mouse no see her....but the streets say she returns. Mouse not know where she be..." He trailed off as she took the paper slowly, already knowing as she glanced at it. A smile slowly overtook her lips as she considred this. "Thank ye, Mouse....ye've earned yer keep f'r th' day." She pulled a wrapped slice of pie from her satchel and handed to him. "Enjoy it lad....if th' runner's come home an' I get me hands on her....the three thousand's yers." She turned with a toothy grin walking away from the man as he was mumbling something about more pie.

*HUGS* :love: Kage!

*Drags through MSQ* Er.....I mean...... *'Escorts' through MSQ*

I echo this sentiment, albeit with less violent collisions. :thumbsup: *Has a violent Lalafell* Welcome! :thumbsup:

He smirked, a cocky look on his face and shook his head. "That's too bad. Because if it did, I'd pull you down here and slap you." He chuckled, warming his coolness to her. "And to answer your question, whatever Flit you left behind is gone. Or at least part of him. I'm stronger and more capable. I've spent the majority the time you've been gone keeping my hands dirty with....contracts." As he said the last her dragged his thumb across his throat. "I know the city and I know how to handle myself." He pulled the wanted poster out and held it out. "You're spooked by this one. Why? She didn't arrest you before so what's changed? Besides...she's desparate. This...." He he motioned to the poster. "....is someone clinging to the pisser and grasping for something that isn't there." He grinned and then crumpled the poster in his hand before tossing it to the ground. "So tell me, Zhi....what's on our plate next?"

Ruru looked at her and listened, his arms folded across his chest and when she finished he pointed to her cut cheek with an outstretched finger. "Does it hurt?"

Ruru had spent the day fixing things. His room, his apartment...they had been left in Zhi's absence to his own toil and she'd called him on it. Mocked him for the squalor he'd allowed to fester in his world. So he cleaned. And cleaned. And cleaned. He would not give her reason to mock him. She was who she was and would find ways to mock him but he would not feed her extra reasons. The apartment clean, he stared at the Paladin armor and smirked. He'd let it go to rot for no reason. Wallowing in some self imposed prison of depression.... And he felt his jaw open slightly, as it dawned on him. He'd missed her. He went to the mirror, looked at himself and shook his head. He'd missed her and had imposed a miserable sentence upon himself as a result. He needed to fix that. ************************************************************* Ruru felt the cool sea air on his cleanly shaven face and smiled. It'd been a while but it felt good to be like this again. His hair was trimmed, though some of his natural white was showing through the black making it seem as though he was going gray in a salt and pepper fashion. His armor was light, designed for stealth and normally what he wore on contracts, though this time his prey was Zhi herself, though he wanted to watch her, to see what she was up to. She'd been a bit rusty having been gone a while and he'd become more accustomed to the city, making tracking her an easier task than it would have been before. He smirked as she reacted to the wanted poster. That Miqo'te Jacket had gotten to her and watching this undercover-dressed Zhi amused him. As she gambled away and tried to blend in, he waited outside clung to the shadows. He wanted to talk with his....what was she to him? He gritted his teeth and dismissed the thought. She would be out in time and he would find a better place to meet with her. Away from prying eyes.

Ruru shook his head as she popped out of the window and he shouted back, knowing she likely couldn't hear. "Oh and THANK YOU! TWO BOTTLES YOU COST ME!!" She'd been back only minutes in his life and he she was costing him. He sighed and looked around his apartment before a smile cracked his lips and he leaned down and began to gather the trash near his feet. "Tomorrow it is then, Zhi. Tomorrow it is."

He smirked at her question, the first change in expression since the encounter began. "Try to walk out the door and you won't get three steps before I put you down. I said talk." He stood and grabbed a bottle of wine from his small kitchen and tossed it to her. "Drink. And talk."

Ruru tilted his head to the right after she spoke, as if considering and then he flipped the blade upward, the point held at her left cheek. His breathing was calm and his narrowly lidded eye didn't even move. The blade flashed quick, a small quick slash, leaving a long cut across her cheek as he lowered the blade, expression not changing. The cut wasn't too deep and might not leave a scar but he wasn't fully sure. He'd done it in anger. Tossing the blade to the side he finally turned and walked back to a chair nearby and sat down in it, leaning back and finally looking back at her. When he spoke his voice was still cold, complete with a begrudging acceptance. "Welcome back Zhi. Start talking."

He walked calmly and lifted the sword to her thigh, scowling still and yet in control of his emotions. In his mind he envisioned all of those that had fallen to the same blade and that kept him calm. "No tantrums. No fits. That man is gone. Left behind on the docks when you decided to disappear. The Handers have been good to me...made good use of my skills. If I twitch my hand one way or the other this blade will cut one of your major blood vessels and you'll bleed out here in my apartment. And I will drink a pint over your corpse..." The dagger, he took in a deft and sudden move as his eye never wavered or flinched from hers. "...if you do not explain yourself to me now."