Melodia

Nope. I rp'd with Ami and she is super nice. I can't wait for Mel to meet up with her again!

Aya is always sweet and is super friendly.

Tomes Oh that's not fun. I liked that the first set was locked behind quests made it feel more special. Agreed. Tomes = grinding/farming = boring

The way people behave post-expac? I would expect to see that by 10:00 am EST.

Melodia watched as the woman spoke and gave a knowing nod. "Aye you speak true, though for sake of argument....let's say that you didn't pay your tithing, didn't pray...would the Twelve view you in the same light as someone who prayed constantly or someone who's tithing was nearly their entire sum of goods? And if your answer be in the negative, then I ask you in light of the world affairs, aren't we overdue to offer the gods more?" She smiled and shrugged. "Of course I'm simply offering a hypothetical." She let her smile slip, seemingly oblivious to those around and her voice dropped to a normal tone though she looked concerned as she spoke. "What if....what if a tithe and prayer aren't enough...?"

For all of her display, old habits and instincts died hard. She'd spotted the hand on the hilt of the sword and she wondered whether this woman would cleave her in two. When the hand left the weapon she inwardly let out a sigh of relief at not being killed on her first foray into spreading the word. When she saw the look on her face and heard the question, she tilted her head a bit and smiled, pushing her glasses up as they had slipped a bit on her nose. "I am but a humble servant of the Twelve. For too long did I wallow in my own life of inequity and sin and only through loss and revelation have the Twelve allowed me the chance to help others who may be lost to find them." She eyed the blade again and chuckled. "You don't need the blade, friend. As you see I'm unarmed. I may speak loudly but have no intention of harm. Just an engaging conversation and the hope that someone will find their way to or back to the Twelve as a result." She gave a slight bow and kept her eyes fixed on the stranger.

I think each place has it's place, and I have learned to be a bit flexible in terms of where Melodia can be. And that's because I see merit and value in rp in each city. Views, restaurants and pirates in Limsa; the intrigue of the Twelveswood and the close connection to Coerthas, etc. for Gridania; and all the plusses stated for Ul'dah thus far. If you are particularly keen on say, Limsa rp, check out the directory threads here on the RPC (i.e. the Limsa Directory) and find folks who rp there and don't be afraid to shoot them a tell and ask if they'd meet to rp at the Wench, or for the more adventurous, The Missing Member. Just be patient and consistent and folks will come.

The armor was heavier than she was used to. The plated gauntlets, the thigh high plated boots weighing her more than she was used to. But such was the penance for her own sins. A proper servant of the Twelve didn't wear what she used to wear. To do such a thing would be to spit in the eyes of the gods after they'd given her purpose. The debt must be repaid, Melodia thought. As she looked in the mirror and slipped on her oval glasses, she nodded, a smile of appreciation on her lips. She whispered, "Thank you." The words were meant for the Twelve and with the long draping cloth in both front and back, she looked every bit the warrior priestess her mind had the sudden desire to be. She wore no helmet because had no desire to hide her tears should they fall. At the door to the door to the inn room she whispered, "By your will" and stepped out into the bustling Quicksand. The evening had brought a full house and while she could have stopped right there and begun, she respected Momodi enough to move outside to the fountain near the main entrance. Her footsteps were with purpose and the sound of her boots against the stone reinforced her own drive to repent....to atone for her own failures. The sound of the fountain waters splashing behind her, the Gate of Nald standing before her, the warm evening air touched by a breeze causing her newly short cropped hair to only barely move at the ends, and she took a deep breath. Her words came then, loud, as spoke. "Awaken, friends! Slumber no longer! In this time of angst and troubles and even rebirth, I implore you to wake up and find your moment!" She looked about, eyes wide with passion and her voice became less shaky as she continued. "The Twelve have wanted us to find our own happiness, our own pursuits, be it in their glory and in their name. Pray! Have you done this? I have not....I am sinner and still unworthy in their eyes, though I atone through my own public discourse! I fornicated with many, yet not once thanked Menphina! Have you praised the Twelve in their mercy? Have you made a pilgrimage to the stones to praise them? To thank them?" Melodia was caught up with a fervor at this point and pointed to a stranger passing by. "Pray, stranger! Share your tale of devotion or sin."

The locks, now dyed stark black, fell to the floor at Melodia's feet, silent tremors as each thick clump hit the floor, bringing hell to the unseen organisms in her room. She was in her own hell as she clipped her hair short, eyes blank and the vacant stare at the bed nearly enveloping her soul with each beat of her heart. The empty bed. Her wife had left without a word, and she had no idea where she'd gone. The suns had gone by and life was empty. Between the death of the brave lalafell in the cave, and now the loss of her wife, Melodia was a blank slate. She had been, at least. Now the hair was cut. A short cropped look to better match her mood, her mindset. Standing nude, with that blank stare, a far cry from what felt like a lifetime ago when she would woo lovers to the same bed. No wonder she was alone. The tears streamed down her cheeks as the scissors fell to the ground. Alone. Again. Her mind climbed back and reflected to the pilgrimage her and her wife had taken before the bonding ceremony...to the various sites of the Twelve. Her mouth dropped...enough to let a soft gasp come forth. The wash of realization hit her finally, and she was grateful for it, despite the timing. She had failed them. The Twelve. Her mind was suddenly awash in this. The thoughts of Tomas shot dead on the beach years ago. Taurin being hung from the mast. Her own parents and village burned. The unknown man in the cave. Her wife. Her eyes closed as the tears streamed down her cheeks and her voice was a husky whisper, "I'm a sinner." Time to go home mommy. The little girl's voice was a plain and clear as it was that day in the cave. It wasn't about going back to Limsa, or wearing a uniform. It had nothing to do with counseling or courtesan work. She owed a debt, and the Twelve were telling her so. For each blessing she'd ever received, she'd misbehaved, spat in their face with her own whims. And those who giveth, also taketh away. She lowered her head and nodded, as she rested on her knees. She made a promise to make her life mean something. And she reaffirmed that promise silently, to the Twelve, and decided it was time to start paying back that debt. And she would, in Their names.

Ha! I am way too casual. I logged in yesterday and finally unlocked Fractal. Did my mini-cactpot at the Gold Saucer. Sent just one of my three retainers on venture. Went afk a few times as I watched funny vids on YouTube. Helped my spouse and friend get through Research Facility. Located two or three wind currents in sea of clouds. Logged off for the night. And I am okay with this. I have made peace with my inner mega casual. Likely to hit Alexander when I can DF it and Bismarck EX next expac. Maybe. I still haven't even cleared Ramuh Ex sooooo.......lol. :moogle:

So, I finished the MSQ and I loved it. Lots of great stuff. But I find myself with mixed emotions of the game now, and I am wondering if I am alone or if other veteran MMO players can relate. I am happy I finished, but I took my time and in a way feel a bit left behind others. Not in a negative way, but in a "Damn....I feel slow" way. I hit 60 and in a way it was a bit underwhelming. Maybe it was the lack of reward. When we hit 50 we got a cool set of armor, could start that relic quest, etc. Here, we just got a new skill and literally told "Your item level isn't high enough so go buy some gear or farm this dungeon." So I felt a bit like "Oh....that's all?" at the end. Am I wrong for that? Just feel a bit conflicted there. And with Alexander and the law tomes....I sort of feel like this game has become a world where the hunting groups thrive and folks who tend to be casual like myself, really, in a Darwinian sense, struggle to keep up with the game itself. And it's made me less excited to log in. And I hate that feeling. Lol. So someone talk to me.....am I wrong? Is this normal? I just feel like I was happy and disappointed all at the same time as this doesn't feel like the game I've loved for the past year plus. HALLLP!

Mel wants dem touches too! This expac made me appreciate Elezen hotness all the more. :thumbsup: HANDS OFF THE MERCHANDISE. Ok maybe a little touch of the merchandise is ok. WOOT!!

Mel wants dem touches too! This expac made me appreciate Elezen hotness all the more. :thumbsup:

Suri-chan!!!! *GLOMPS* Welcome back nya!!

*Commences Sirklejerkism* These kind of trolls are just looking for a fight with someone, likely the organizer. You did right, Warren. And if anyone said "Well it's public! There's no rules!" I point you to Larry David on "Curb Your Enthusiasm" where he once stated correctly: "It's common courtesy. In the middle of the night, if I wake up to use the bathroom, do I need a sign to tell me to walk quietly so I don't wake others? No. why? Because it's common courtesy."

Character Fear? An easy one would be to say her old pirate torturer Ramsay, but on a more deep level, she fears being alone. The solitude is what has always threatened to envelop her which is why she tries so hard to be with someone. Even if it is for just the night. How do they cope? See above. She uses her need for physical love to cope with her fear. Kills two birds with one stone. Not exactly the healthiest but until she has friends she can open up with, it's what she can do. How do people respond to their fear? I don't think people know. They would usually be stumped as to how Mel can feel a sense of loneliness being that she seems to be with someone often. Do you think one day they could be cured of there fear? Of course. She just needs to know that she won't be abandoned or left behind by someone as has been the pattern in the past.

Hi hi! And Welcome to the RPC and to FFXIV. As to RP, you can always find folks in the various cities. I would recommend making sure you can get into a good LS (as listed on the Linkshell tab) and see about trying to find some rp that way. Literally in the one I am in, Hugs and Cake, people will literally just say "RPing at (insert location here) and someone usually will show up. Also don't be afraid to check the search info for players and if it says walk ups are okay, then walk up and ask ICly where they got their shoes or something. You can find RP and most are willing to go with it. If you happen to see a red head or black haired (depending on the day of the week sometimes lol) Miqo'te Yellowjacket in Limsa, feel free to poke and say hello.

Melodia had drank two mugs of the ale, pushing the empty second back to Baderon with a grin. "You'd do well to drop your prices, servin' swill like that." She chuckled and flashed him a wink as she stood, legs only a tiny bit shaky from the alcohol. "Baderon feigned a wounded expression at her words and she slapped the bar before turning to walk away. "You know I tease. Enjoy your day." As she nodded to some of the patrons, she headed down, meaning to patrol the markets. As the sun was high in the sky, the air warm and breeze comfortable on her skin she adjusted the axe slung to her back while her boots made audible clopping sounds on the stone of the lower deck. Passing by the Bulwark she paused to chat with one of her fellow officers at the lift, noting how quiet things were. She gave him a pat on the shoulder and continued. Being back in Limsa almost made her forget the hell she'd gone through back in that cave. Almost. But she was good at wearing a mask. Had always been. She was wearing a new mask was all. And all it was doing was covering her old masks. Pirate. Thief. Yellowjacket. Counselor. Sex addict. And now she resumed her old mask of the Yellowjacket. As if the air of authority made everything else wash away like sands on a beach. "Yer wrong." The voice, a young male, called out behind her. She wheeled and looked at him, a young Hyur midlander, leaning against one of the walls as he smirked. He was dressed in a black and brown top and trousers, and his short brown hair was matched by a five o'clock shadow that made him look older than he likely was. "Excuse me?" She asked, though she didn't rightly know if he was even talking to her. How could he have even known what she had been thinki- "Yer axe. The sling's all wrong. Make it a hell of a thing if ye needed it. Say, if some scoundrel were t' come along and cause a ruckus in these parts." He smirked again and pushed himself off the wall. This man made her heart break a bit as he reminded her so much of her long lost Tomas. "I'll keep that in mind." She replied, trying to make sure she didn't look as off guard as she felt. That damned ale was a bad idea. He grinned and walked past her flashing her a wink. "Ye needn't thank me. Just a harmless citizen helping one o' the city's finest keep from gettin' killed by her own carelessness." With an almost mocking bow he continued walking, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. She didn't doubt. She would likely see that fellow again. When he was out of sight she took the axe and the sling off and sure enough he was right. She scowled a bit and fixed the strap and as she put it back on and resumed her patrol, she sighed. Hopefully that would be the worst of the day. Hopefully no more surprises.

My main pet peeve is having really fun rp and something meaningful as far as an rp scene goes, and all kinds of "That was fun! Can't wait to rp again!" And the following day forward, as if the rp had never happened, or highly diluted. When we pass each other on the street it shouldn't be as if we met again for the first time. Or, it shouldn't be like pulling teeth to have the two meet again. That's my biggest and most annoying pet peeve.

*Takes place immediately after "Something to Fear" and before Post #474 above. The cave was eerily silent, Melodia's own weeping had stopped and she stood, pain rolling through her as the lash marks had set in. She looked at memories, dead at her feet and the poor man dead at her feet. She couldn't leave him. Not for the various scavengers and beasts that would tear him to pieces. That was unfair to him. Better they feast on some of their own among the other bodies littering the cave. Despite her pain she knelt back and at first went to undo the armor and stopped. This was his armor. He was paladin. He'd earned it. He should be with it. She'd found a digging tool in the camp and went to work, near the waters, digging a hole, despite her pain. It took some time and a few much needed breaks but soon it was deep enough to keep the beasts out. She pulled the Lalafell's body gently and eased him into the hole. She arranged his body so that his hands were clasped over his chest and said a silent prayer to the Twelve. She quietly and among a few tears, filled the hole and packed it, working to ensure it looked untouched, using tricks she'd learned from her time with her mentor as a youth. She knelt and placed a kiss on her palm, placing it on the ground and she whispered, "You saved me. For that I woe you a debt that cannot ever be fully repaid. But I will make sure that I do right by your honor." She stood and left the cave quietly, a bloody, dirt-smudged mess, headed home to try and explain to her wife what had happened on this strange and terrible day.

The top was restrictive and she hated it. Melodia had gotten so used to looser and less clothing, so the Yellowjacket uniform made her claustrophobic in a way. At least the sea breeze coming over the Limsan decks cooled her off. She was on patrol for the first time in nearly a year and her instincts were still rusty, and she found herself getting turned around in the city she loved more often than not. She was near Blacksmith's Guild and she grumbled to herself, "Already been this way, stupid. Get back on track." She fought simple temptations as she walked. The woman wearing far less than she ought to have been near the markets. The drinks at the Drowning Wench. The docks. It was hard to put the past away sometimes. She gave a soft smile as she imagined a different world, where she'd been able to put the cuffs on her most wanted Miqo'te, Kink...Zhi....whatever her real name was. That felt like a lifetime ago and one she wanted to put away. Her self aggrandized pursuit of the redheaded woman Grace....none of that made any sense anymore. She was more like them now anyway so those old battles didn't matter to her anymore. What she wanted was to make sense of world in her new mindset. And she grinned. Why not go to the Wench? She turned on her bootheels and strode over the open area of the Aftcastle and down the steps, to the Drowning Wench. As she arrived she moved to the bar, took a seat and slapped the counter lightly. Looking at Baderon, she grinned. "An ale, good man."

*Hugs* I am so happy for you and you know it.

Welcome! Glad to have you and don't be afraid to say hello if you see Melodia running around. She doesn't bite. Unless asked to. LOL!

I love them all. Aya is an amazingly gorgeous character and Mel would be a drooling idiot if she ever saw her in one of these outfits. But, my favorites? These two. The first is a beautiful pic and the angle, lighting, etc. are fantastic. The second? Hot Pirate for the win. *droooool* :love:

*After the thread "Something to Fear" She woke with a sharp cry and was dripping sweat. Alara was out and hadn't been privy to Melodia's nightmare. It had been on repeat in the suns since she'd been taken. The sight of the Lalafell dying before her. Over and over. Those final words would haunt her to the end of her days. The wounds on her back were healing but would leave scars. She didn't mind. She wanted them. To remind her of the cost of her failure to stay engaged. She winced as she sat up and threw the blankets off. Walking to the shower she washed, knowing the hot water would burn the lash marks but caring very little at the pain, as she'd more than earned it. In her self-imagined quest for sex she'd forgotten that she was tied to a past that was dangerous and that she had people she cared for now. As the sun came up over the horizon in the Mist housing district she dressed conservatively, shunning the short skirt for a set of trousers and the hempen top for a bliaud. slipped her boots on and before she headed to the door she pulled her axe from it's corner in the house. It had gotten a tad dusty and she wiped it clean before she strapped it to her back and headed out. Limsa was her destination. And before the sun set, she planned on getting her Yellowjacket uniform back.