Melodia

He scowled and threw the dagger to the floor near her feet, meaning to miss, and even drunk was a feat he could muster relatively easily. The throw was in anger, and meant to threaten. His voice was cold and low as he glared at her with his lone eye. The other covered no longer by a red eyepatch he wore when she'd been there before but a black one, matching his hair and clothing. "First....you don't get to call me that. Dead women don't get to call me that." He stalked a few steps back and forth, eye never leaving Kink's visage, as if he were a caged animal ready to pounce. He finally stopped and spoke, voice still cold, deeper than it had been to her before if she had noticed. "I suppose you think you can just wander in from wherever you've been like nothing's happened, nothing's changed. And you still have yet to tell me how you're standing there alive and well after so long...." He walked to the wall where his armor was and shuffled some items quickly and drew his sword, turning back to her, calmly, as though she were a mere inconvenience in his world. "....and why I shouldn't gut you. Not like the city'd mind, nor would it miss you....since it hasn't thus far." The words were laced with venom and were meant to hurt his old friend.

Welcome! Feel free to say hi in game. You spoke my language the minute you said games and comics! COMICS!!

Once did an MT to my FC chat that was sooooooooooooooooo lewd it is unrepeatable in public. I left the FC soon after in utter shame. This was as Melodia. :blush:

[align=center]WANTED[/align] [align=center](ALIVE) for Questioning[/align] [align=center]By the Sovereignty of La Noscea[/align] ___________________________________________________________________________________________ [align=center]"Kink"[/align] [align=center]For crimes against the city of Limsa Lominsa and her people:[/align] [align=center]Robbery, Assault, Conspiracy to Commit Murder, Accessory to Multiple Crimes[/align] [align=center]Description:[/align] [align=center]Short, thin and generally dirty in appearance, especially in the face. Typically dressed in drab clothing, this female Miqo'te is pale and has her black hair combed back over her head. Tail is bent at the end, likely the source of her alias, though she will not acknowledge nor answer to the name. Suspect is not to be underestimated and if spotted, please contact law enforcement as soon possible. [/align] [align=center]REWARD:[/align] [align=center]3000 Gil for Information on her Whereabouts[/align] [align=center]Please contact Sergeant Melodia D'janz personally for any information[/align] __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

I think you're just not looking in the right places or don't know the right people. Limsa has a very diverse group of roleplayers and FCs that are based there.

The figure in his window frame didn't startle him. Ruru had been threatened more than once and he knew there were some within his own organization that'd hand him his own skin given half the chance. He continued to drink his bottle while his hand went to his belt, seeking his familiar dagger, the one thing that still felt right in the world. As his hand clasped about the hilt in the second the individual appeared, he had intended to hurl the blade until he heard the voice. The bottle fell from his hands and smashed to the floor and he pulled the dagger stepping up and backing two steps behind. Ruru's voice was a stammering wreck and he looked as pale as he'd been in his life. "G-gods no....It...you...can't be...." He wanted that drink so badly and felt his throat go dry like an arid desert as he looked at the familiar figure of Kink. "You.....You're a ghost. A spirit." he gulped and then narrowed his eyes, still unsure of this was not some drunken hallucination he had surely earned. "But....if you aren't a ghost.." He scowled and held the knife in a stance as if preparing to attack. "....then you best have a damned good explanation for why I shouldn't cut you down right now."

Ahem! Melodia still lives and breathes as Limsa based Yellowjacket. LOL! If anyone needs rp with a Yellowjacket, send me a tell and we can do this thing!

Melodia and her better hal.....wait....*reviews prior posts* Uhmmm.....she lives a complicated life. *Runs*

Thank you Aya :love:

*raises hand* Melodiaaa! Why haven't you visited yet?! Remember to read the room greeting! Right click is your friend :3 *Plans visit* Will do

Looks like I can finally attempt second coil! Now....if I can just find people to help me learn the first coil as a tank...:frustrated:

*raises hand*

Hehe, my buddy Ayra~ Believe you two have met in a hot tub before ;D GIGGITY! Hey this must be a common thing because hot tubs are where Melodia often meets folks.....er..... I've said too much! :cactuar:

Ahem! Red and Yellow please.....

Uhm.....is there a thread listing the FCs that have like open rp homes? I am sure there is maybe? Possibly?

Uhmmmmmmm.... *Pulls axe and dons uniform* I'm on duty!

Melodia nodded, unsure how the trip would go, heading to a foreign city and landscape for the first time. Crofte and Aya had only made her a bit more nervous and she looked to the two of them. "Aye....then I s'pose I'll take a peek but I'll be hopin' ye make sure I don' get lost." A nervous smile and she looked back over the rail at the city coming into view. ((At this point I would find this better to rp in game for her visit. You can still post, just, my two cents ))

Melodia needs more friends. Haha! She's a lonely miserable person otherwise

Question: say a Limsa law woman had no interest in the romance angle but wanted to meet someone for platonic fun, is she open to arranging such a meeting or is this purely for romance?

Melodia and her better half, Isilme.

Melodia grinned and shook her head at the suggestion of pay. "No need f'r pay, love. If ye feel s' inclined t' pay, it'd only need t' be one o' th' cookies in th' end." She looked around and remembered she still had a few minutes left on duty before looking at the woman again. "I'm t' finish me shift, then I c'n meet th' two o' ye at the guild an' offer th' best hand I c'n."

Melodia.....has a date. *giggles and hides*

Her Highness was as it usually was this time of night; quiet murmured voices carrying through the dimly lit tavern at Fisherman's Bottom. There were still a few souls left willing to drink at this hour and Ruru sat at the bar alone as he'd done for so many moons now. His hygeine looked lacking as his hair was unkempt and longer than it had been in some time, as he'd not bothered to cut it; though he'd maintained the hair coloring...ensuring it was black. He wore thick unkempt facial hair and and had worked to dye this as well, never breaking who he'd become in the time since he'd been in Limsa. He was Vivikuso. He was Flit. The last thought made him close his lone eye and he tapped the bar with the near empty mug. "Another...same as before." He directed this to the elder Hyur working behind the bar. The man sighed. approaching and taking the mug with care before speaking. "Look, Flit...I've gotta cut ye off, son." Flit's eye opened and looked up as he scowled slightly. "Cut me off?" He sounded disappointed. "Aye, son....look I know yer a regular...but....ye still owe from last time. And I think ye've had plenty tonight by the hours ye've been here." He rubbed the back of his head nervously. Flit maintained his straightfaced stern look at the man who was starting to look a bit nervous. "You know I'm good for the coin. I've a job in two suns that'll cover whatever I owe you." The man shook his head and grabbed a bottle of wine and handed it over. "Look...just take this...it's on me. I just....I'm afraid I need t' draw a hard line here son. Come back when ye can pay and I'll serve you happily. But for tonight...I think it's best ye head on home." Flit stared and slowly grabbed the bottle before slipping off the stool and before he turned to leave he said in a cold flat voice, "I'll have your money in two suns." He turned and left, his black and gray padded armor matching his eyepatch and hair. The sword hanging on his side an indication he was no mere tourist. Limsa had become his city and he thrived in its darkness, its underbelly as his former.....what had she been anyway? It mattered not. She was gone. Had left him as others had done before and he was as alone as he'd ever been. As he walked the darkened docks he recalled when he'd simply played guard here moons ago before he'd been nurtured and taken in as a proper sellsword, a paid killer....his contracts now providing enough for him to drink his fill each night until he needed to fill the coffers again. And the dead men and women who'd fallen to his blade helped fix that thirst. That thirst for blood and revenge and quelling the anger in his heart if but for a single day. He spotted a poor homeless soul with a small cup jangling some coins and begging passerby for more and half considered running him through, taking the coin so he could pay back his debt at Her Highness then felt the wieght of the bottle he'd been given and knew he could drink at his place freely. He passed the man and smirked as he knew the man had been spared only by the grace of the barkeep. As he entered his small messy apartment he kicked aside some trash and slumped onto the bed, opening the bottle and taking a long pull on it before stopping and looking at the side wall with his typical scowl. The dusty paladin armor sat half covered with clothing and trash and he scoffed before drinking again, knowing he was close to passing out, his nightly ritual nearly complete.

Melodia nodded in agreement. "Ye need no' worry...I've no plans after me shift and I could use some company tha' were normal folk as opposed t' th' criminals I'm used t' dealin' with day t' day." She smiled and her eyes were friendly. "In fact...bakin' some cookies sounds a bit fun....I've no' done tha' before."

Melodia's face was straight and considerate as she thought, the desert comment going over head. "I think...per'aps, it would do me some good t' simply relax an' watch. Observe th' folks an' th' city. While a tour'd be nice....I think me mission there's t' watch an' learn. An' tha's wha' I aim t' do. I'll take in th' sights on me next trip. Maybe ye c'n point me t' where I c'n get a good dose o' th' local flavor."