Parth Makeo

"You're really strung up on me, aren't you?" In truth P'rita never met anyone in her life thus far who's taken interest in her. The feeling was odd. He was strong and she wished one day to finally win one match against Flynt. What she has known about him thus far and the idea of having a more laid back life was more or less a nice goal she wanted to achieve as well. Sure they had different ideas on fighting but never the less it was the only time she felt even with another person. "I am but-" she stopped. Flynt explained a lot to her. About how he was not able to sit for one woman or not choosing favorites. Hearing this made P'rita's heart sank a bit, but she kept her neutral expression on the surface. She had horrible luck with men before... With his question and smile, P'rita kept her face hidden by looking down at her lap. He couldn't see it but her hands were shaking a little. Until she finally spoke up. "...I'll call you an idiot." P'rita looked up again with a slight smile. Masking what little she really felt about it. Was what he said about settling down all a lie? No...he was genuine when he told her that information. But he was young and even now she believes it was better if he went with a woman his age. "I understand if you want to do that. Girls your age are better suited for you." And she started to spiral down once more. Her Melancholy attitude. True as it may be at times, she was harsh on herself ever since that incident years ago. Even if he tried to stop her, she would interrupt him. "You want common ground, right?" her ears twitched and her long tail swayed in the wind. "I will give it to you." Her attention out into the harbor as she waited for the final touches in their meal. "...Now that i think about it...it was weird that you of all people took interest in me. No normal man would even look at me without being the least bit disgusted with how many scars I've accumulated." she turned and gave a big smile to Flynt as the food arrived. The few bits of Crayfish with a small red body resembled a real lobster but were caught in freshwater. Seeing this she reached for her fork and oddly tried stabbing at one of them to pick it up. Only bouncing off the shell. "Huh? You are suppose to eat with your tools, right?" she asked, almost forgetting the topic that put her heart off balanced for a moment. All the while, P'rth was ease dropping on the conversation. He wasn't about to leave his last and only pupil alive on this odd date alone. Hidden away from even P'rita's senses- "Take these to the table five!" P'rth was handed the food that the two would indulgent on. Apparently disguising as a waiter meant you had to actually work the job as well. How degrading...

P'rita heard his dry tone and how he delivered the rest after made her feel like she was bothering the guy again. It did sound like his jobs were bad, but it wasn't like her's was even better. In fact, during his long winded rant she looked down more at his attire, taking note of how he showed up. She was thankful she did pick a more commonplace dress. Her ears twitched when he asked about her. Cheeks turning a rosy red. "S-spiffy? I figured that trying something new would...help a bit more." she was bad explaining it. P'rita was not use to no sleeve wear outside of her comfort zone. But she tried to talk about it in a nice way...only turning into a melancholy tone. "I searched that crystal area you told me. Nothing but furry hairs and odd bird things roaming around. No sign of the witch...then i went to report my finding to another of my associates who told me about another job. That turned out fairly rotten." she sighed. The idea of a date. So far it looked like Flynt was stressed in some regard and all she could do is freeze up and speak. "I'm doing my best to be more-" his sudden nah halted her. "You don't see anything you like?" P'rita asked as she wanted to help him however she can. The selection of current food at first didn't really tickle her fancy but the more she looked over them, the more she felt overwhelmed with the selection. She could have a dish with fish, or one with pasta, or she can have a soup. It was a tad overwhelming in her world but to most it was the norm for this kind of establishment. "I...was thinking of getting Crayfish." trying to keep Flynt in reality with that statement. To pick just one item...it would take a while.

P'rita had taken a small like to her attire but arriving in Limsa started to diminish what sense of strength she had. Her backside completely exposed to the curious gaze and her choker covering the one scar she never wish to expose in public. While she wore nearly no jewelry, P'rita did have the hair style perfected for this day. In the time when she would make it to the establishment, there she saw Flynt and yet now it kicked in. "Not now..." She thought to herself. Her courage diminishing. In her years of training, P'rita has all but effectively removed most of her womanly charms and attitude. She looked at herself again, noticing the dress type. Her legs shaking. She asked herself constantly why she acted like this? Why she couldn't just be a normal person and go with the flow? "Are you alright, Miss?" a waitress finally noticed P'rita. She stood straight up to reply. "Yes I am! Just trying to find my...companion." she couldn't admit it still. She could stare death in the face, feel pain and not show emotion, yet the social act of dating or even company was harder than it seemed. So P'rita, a few minutes late would eventually step out from cover and walked to Flynt. He could easily tell by the way she was walking up that it took her a lot of effort to attempt to show up wearing a real dress. She bowed before him. "S-sorry for being late!" she said in her most nervous tone before taking a seat. Of course being the Bismark, there would be no traditional dishes of her homeland. So picking out food would be a struggle. Especially since she always stayed away from any food that was smelly or meat wise. P'rita's face had a large mixture of emotions. More importantly Anxiety. For this was completely out of her comfort zone. But P'rita was willing to do anything at this point. "So...F-flynt? Has your...Job been g-good to you?" the first question to ask and she was already picking up a stuttering tongue. Oh how nervous she was. She was thankful, however for her outer appearance. So no one could judge the age gap between them. [align=center]"You can do this, P'rita. Focus and calm yourself. Pretend...it's just you and him here. No other eyes..."[/align]

[PM me if you wish to get involved with this] P'rita wasn't one to have an interest in anyone. Especially Flynt. In public, they made sure to keep it as business related as possible to not warren any gossip about them. Yet after heeding advice for a job, she returned to Ul'dah with nothing to show for it. Her return to where she lived with her master was more of a defeat than a victory. All she could do now was relax and calm her mind. Her time spent tending to her small collection of miniature bonzi trees and in deep meditation. While her master did get into the more Eorzean way of life, P'rita never could...but she wanted to try. In secret she wanted to be more with this land but still keep her way of life from her homeland. It was at this time she decided to talk over the pearl but she didn't seem to take a reply at all. It was like an order. [align=center]"Flynt. Dinner at the Bismark. Be there at seven on Saturday."[/align] She wasn't going to take no for an answer. Her cheeks red as the Dalmund Moon when she admitted those words. Did she really ask Flynt for a proper date? Only time will tell in that. For now she had some planning to do. Her first task was to get a more commonplace dress as oppose to her traditional ones. All her dresses were to cover as much skin as possible. Including arms. They would not do. So she turned to her master for help. "Master. I require your help with...a date." she reluctantly said. P'rth stroked his chin with one of his metallic prosthetic arms. It was hard to think he was not half machine at this point. "A date?" he asked. "Well that is good you want to finally do such a thing, and I take it that you need attire more commonplace with Eorzea? It's not as simple as our old land. There are so many choices. Do you want to wear pants or a dress? Want a skirt? How long or short? Long sleeve or short? Enough to show your bus-" "I get it, master! Just...pick an outfit for me please. I'm not good with fashion..." as evidence by her all Envy Green clothes including leather gloves and boots. Hiding as much of her skin as possible. P'rth nodded in response. "Come with me then. Let's get you something special." P'rita walked with P'rth down through the marketplace and heading to the waver's guild. Her eyes looked to the very regal and detailed designs. Such works back in their land was saved for Emperors and high class. Though truth be told Ul'dah was pretty much high class in terms of wealth. It still made P'rita nervous. It was here that P'rth told P'rita to look at some of the example dresses in the design book while he talked it over with one of the Receptionists. P'rita looked at the collection of hand drawn clothes. All sectioned in various styles, for region and occasion. Turning a few pages, she saw some dresses but most were revealing in a way that some scars would be noticed. Not that she didn't mind if Flynt saw them but in public it demoralized her. It seemed like none would work for her. That is until she saw a dress that did catch her eye. While it did expose her arms and uppermost part of her body, the dress was long enough to her feet to cover only her legs. Yet it was slim enough to show her figure in the process. P'rth could see that look in her eyes already. "Shall I ask for them to make that dress?" he asked. P'rita smiled lightly with her rugged and cut lips. "Yes, and if possible...could it have Nophica Green dye?" It was one part of her attire, but now came the next part. Makeup. She didn't know if it was possible to do it herself, so she asked Arala to come and aid her. "Put makeup on me." was all P'rita demanded. Arala was dumbfounded. She ran a hand through her red-brown locks with small Ceruleum blue streaks in thought. "Makeup? I...don't know. You look fine as is. I don't even use Makeup. Why? Are you going on a date with someone?" the question P'rita didn't want to answer but was clear as day. "If not makeup then...fix my hair?" she pointed at her messy short black hair. There was no design and it was just all over. Arala thought for a moment before knowing what to do. She sit P'rita down on a chair and took a comb to begin fixing her hair. Taking some water of all things to make it stick together as a base design. She made the ends look more spiky and spunky in a way. Showing it to her after she was done. "How's that? I am not hair stylist but you should ask someone who can cut hair to make this." Arala suggested. P'rita smiled at it. "I do like it more...Thanks." When the time came to check on her clothes, her hair was fixed up better with a stylist. The weavers needed P'rita to put the dress on so they could finish the last minute touches and adjustments. Reluctantly, she did enter another room to put the dress on. It slipped on with ease so that was good, but what she didn't expect was her backside was exposed. The bra line and her many back scars exposed. From cuts to even a faint burn mark. Her arms had some battle scars as well but nothing too distracting. To see such a beautiful dress on her battle drenched body was both a nice change but frightening. She prayed no one would judge her taste. That no one tried to make her feel unwanted. That no one would try to take Flynt from her before she had a chance to fight back. ...A few snips and sews later, the dress was finished. It was packed up and sent with P'rita back to the small home with her Master. With maybe a day or so left till that date she set. Hopefully nothing would happen in that time or any interruptions. "Maybe Flynt could share more about him?" she flicked her Bombling earring.

[align=center] There is something out there...[/align] With the recent oddity of the wanted flyers circulating in the three cities, action has been called upon. Some wish to aid, others wish to have the money they falsely advertise. Either way, there is a threat out there and it must be brought to justice. Whomever this odd person is, the person has thus far been known to be an Elezen of a Female gender. Any and all are welcome to take up arms if they so wish, but the threat is unknown...and it's best to not engage in combat till further information can be gathered. Maybe we should start with the one who is on the papers themselves... When: January 9th Where: starts at The Quicksand Time: 7:30 EST (4:30 PST) until 11 or midnight EST [Maybe rescheduled] Requirement: Heavensward MSQ to unlock Corethas Western Highlands (flying optional) [align=center]This has been an RP event one year in the making complete with roll boss fights and the like. For further information, please send in game mail or whisper Arala Makeo or P'rita Kali whenever she may be on. There is also a linkshell dedicated to this event to keep track of who is in on this event. This is a Multi-part RP with various encounters and fights. Most are scripted but Roll fights are implemented none the less. I will be using NPCs during this event, so if we end up with more than 8 I will have to do my best to describe. There will also be some Forum RP moments since i know not everyone can do Ingame meetings. As such these are restricted to event only battles without rolling or normal conversation.[/align] [align=center]Head warning: There may be some things in this RP one may not like but do know that not every RP is perfect. So feedback and comments are appreciated. Backlash and hate is not. It took me a lot of courage to start posting this on the forums and I am hoping this catches on. Thank you for reading :3[/align]

[align=center]An update to the incident has arrived from the Immortal Flames[/align] [align=center]"Arala Makeo has been working with the flames for a long time much like her father. The accusation of these wanted posters are fibs with no name backing the claims of Murder. We urge all citizens everywhere to dismiss these claims as fabricated lies to stir further conflict in Ul'dah. That said. The charges of being a spy are questionable."[/align] [align=center]"We urge everyone to watch what they say around the Paladin until we have further proof of her legality in this city!"[/align] [align=center]"Finally, we would like help in knowing of the strange Elezen woman who made these flyers. Any and all information should be given to the Immortal Flames immediately."[/align] [align=center]---[/align] It seems like the wanted posters were nothing but propaganda...but why? Surely there is more to this mystery than what is taken at face value...

Geppetto had no idea why the stranger was doing this but his thought processing didn't think too hard about it. Otherwise his head might of exploded. Instead he took the Gil and pat but looked around for a moment before speaking up. "Geppetto don't feel right taking money for free..." the small Mammet thought again, pulling a shiny pebble out from the pouch and holding it up to the man before him. "Geppetto give Shiny Rock for Gil?" the child like voice spoke out. Geppetto knew many thing, but like any good child he wanted to not seem like a bad influence. After all, when a stranger hands Gil over for free, wouldn't you give them something in exchange if you could? As he was being distracted, A careless patron walked over and accidentally kicked the basket of food. With a sharp reflex, Geppetto dove to save the Carrots and lettuce without any trouble. "That was close..." and placing the items back in the small basket, he noticed one other vegetable missing... "DOODLE! Mama's Onions are gone!" he panicked, not sure what to do until he saw the Gil in his stubby paw like arms...but it was not enough for what Arala ordered before. He couldn't just buy his favorite snack now. The Gil he got was only good for one onion and not three. Despite his face never changing expressions like any mammet, his voice said it clear. "Geppetto got distracted and Mama and Papa will be mad." a more depressing voice which could break plenty of hearts as he sat there, inspecting the Gil and the basket for ideas. He couldn't ask random people for Gil. He would have to earn it somehow. Perhaps a few people in the city could use the aid of a Mammet? Maybe put on a show? It all depends on who he meets. For his task is laid out before him. [align=center]To buy more onions for Mama[/align]

[align=center][/align] Geppetto is a Cait like Mammet owned by Arala with an odd quirk of having some self choices. And he is simply doing what he does for the sake of being happy. As he puts it... [align=center]"Doodle! Geppetto is Geppetto!"[/align] Today, Geppetto decided to head off into Ul'dah and pick out some special vegetables that Arala asked for. With a tiny basket on his head and his Gil secured to his back, Geppetto made his way from the Airships. He trotted down the street towards the market with a spring in each step. "Doodle Doodle. Mama needs Carrots, Lettuce and Onions for food." The tiny Mammet spoke like a child with wonder in his eyes. He was small which made it perfect for him to slip past groups on the railings and ledges. Geppetto was one to finish his job first, so he arrived at the marketplace and looked for the vendor that Arala told him. Soon enough, he found the man and scuttled over. "Doodle! Geppetto here to pick up Mama's order!" Geppetto exclaimed loudly with a tiny salute. The vendor chuckled. "You have the money then?" and turning around, Geppetto showed him the bag. "Geppetto has Mama's money." The merchant chuckled and counted it all. "Yep. The exact amount. Here you are." and carefully he laid a couple of each vegetable in the basket. Overjoyed he shouted. "Doodle! Quest complete!" then turned to say "Geppetto thanks kind man!" and he scurried off. Taking care not to drop the vegetables. But before he left, his eyes were pulled onto a fairly large Popoto among the batch on another merchant. Now Popotos are Geppetto's favorite thing. And seeing this was like a goldmine. However, Geppetto did not bring his Gil and was forced to inspect the mighty tuber with a little hunger in his eyes. "...Doodle...Geppetto want Popoto, but Geppetto forgot shiny coins..." so he lowered the basket and looked on his person to pull out a small gemstone from a handmade pocket that Leih'a gave him. "Shiny stone not money..." and the tiny cat looking Mammet just eyed the largest Popoto, desperate to have it.

P'rita once again waited for her feathery friend to return. When she did, the note attached to the bird was a treat. Taking the note, she read it with a little shock. They way it was written down and what words he used gave her the impression of being angry and annoyed. "I must be annoying him..." she quietly said to herself, keeping the note in a small pouch for the time. She didn't mean to do harm or say he was stupid. Then again, when someone like P'rita, trained to have little interaction with anyone outside of family you bound to get somewhat lonely. The little chick pecked at her shoulder as if waiting for the next note. "Sorry Incubo. That's all the notes I'm sending for now." P'rita said to the chick as she entered the Quicksand. Ah, the centerpiece of Ul'dah's adventurer's gathering place and the key location for her to learn more about anything at hand. Gossip, news or just innovations. This was the place. However it is not as soothing as say the streets since all the noise bounced off walls and were far louder. It was here that she took a spot in the corner and leaned against the wall. Thinking about how his recent reply made her feel like a pest. Annoying. It hurt her in a way but she didn't show it. The chick on the other hand didn't want to stick around. Instead, opting to fly off to find Flynt. Not for bread but mainly to hang around him. No way he could talk or spread anything around through word of mouth. P'rita noticed him taking off and just let it slide. Her time relaxing alone, watching people pass by. Eventually seeing the various women. Their skins so vibrant and unharmed. Their clothes not only stylish but some even exposing more skin than P'rita is use to. How they flaunted their bodies or took pride in their builds. Some with more muscles and others slim but not bone slim. Short hair made to look beautiful and long hair for elegance. It made P'rita jealous. Jealous that she could of been like this. Jealous that they were all pretty. Jealous of how minimal their wound count is compared to her. Jealous of them all! P'rita spat on the ground in distaste to it all. "Their skins shine in the day and glow during the moon...I bet not even half of these so called fighting women even once stared death in the face and lived to tell about it..." It made her situation worse, realizing her age and how she missed out on her own social life. Before arriving in Ul'dah and seeing Arala for the first time and after the Garlean invasion, P'rita traveled a lot. Faced many battles with scars still left to this day. Even suffering depression and loneliness. She grabbed her choker once more. "No...don't think about that, P'rita..." she quietly told herself. Maybe she should get a pomegranate to ease her nerves? Meanwhile, the chick would eventually find Flynt and kweh in joy to find him. Finding a suitable perch to land and inspect him. Curious just like his master. The chocobo's name on the front of his hat yet in small letters for some reason that read 'Incubo'.

P'rita was a patient one, Curious to his reply. Her time walking through Ul'dah, idly ease-dropping on conversations and then some was part of her job. She always seemed uninterested but her ears could hear a lot. The noise of the crowd only turned into selected conversations. Tuning out the rabble and focusing on what was more interesting. That is until she saw her little friend fly down. The note on him was like a small present. P'rita opened it and the reply was at least something. "Seems like my options are limited now." P'rita gently rubbed the underside of the chick's neck. She kept walking down, heading past the market and into the alleyways inside Ul'dah that the poor and some of the more law breaking citizens would take part in. She wandered with her mind on ideas, she figured she could make her own fun with giving him more questions. In fact, she got right onto the letter and wrote something down for him to read. She could of told him right off the bat but where was the fun in that? "My favorite fruit is one that is considered expensive each one. Round like an orb and filled to the brim with tiny red gems. Born as a flower and develops a hard exterior. Find the right fruit and you get a prize." - P'rita Surely he would appreciate a challenge as well. P'rita tied the note to the tiny black bird, sending it off as she continued her stroll in the city. Eventually ending up back around. The fruit she craved was meant to be shared in her opinion...but was that a justified reward? No. She might have to do something else instead. For the time she would stroll in the city without a care in the world. Humming a tune she remembered from her home.

It took her a moment to realize how embarrassing it felt to write that. She circulated her thoughts over and over. Was it too forward? Was it vague? Should she of done something else? Never the less, she waited patiently. Her eyes looking to the window as she waited for the small messenger to fly in any moment now. And he was late at least by her normal calculations. She was worried if the bird was intercepted...but that is impossible. The note she wrote was nothing that was considered valuable to third parties. Just as she was about to go out, the Chocobo chick came in and perched itself on the windowsill. The note in his grasp. P'rita took a look at what he wrote... "Of course he would write that..." she sighed, tossing the now crumpled note to the side before collapsing on her bed. P'rita knew it would be a challenge but this was something different than she expected. Again, she overthought everything. Was he toying with her to mess with her, or was he seriously trying to get her to speak up more? What would she of gained if he did write his favorite food down? She doubt her cooking skills were of the level to satisfy even a dog, let alone a hyena like Flynt. P'rita was one who liked a challenge, and she will keep trying until she falls on her face and fails hard. And with a turn of time, the dawn came. Early to rise like usual, P'rita would take her time slow and ease herself into the routine. Sharpening her knives, mending any holes in her clothes and grabbing her usual supplies that include such things like flash bombs and decoys. All for emergency intent only. She fixed her hair under the bandana, placed a small hat on her tiny companion and set out on her job. She had a linkpearl connection with former rival clans to help continue the tradition of sharing information and they would talk whenever jobs open up or they needed an extra hand. But today it was more laid back. P'rita wasn't one to relax like most. In fact, she had no idea how to have fun. It was then she had an idea. With a note in hand, she wrote down another small note. As it stands, this was their only way of communicating without a Linkshell. That and P'rita never trusted the Moogle Mail system. "What does one do for fun?" - P'rita Hopefully this time she would get a real answer unlike the last time. Yet he could just write down other responses or mock her for being too serious. P'rita attached the note to the Chocobo and told it to find the same person. it happily took off quickly. P'rita for the time decided to relax on the edge of a building. Letting her feet swing and feeling the somewhat cool air upon the capital of Thanalan. Had it not been for it's castle like structure, it would remind her of her home again.

P'rita, returning from a rough day in her dealings, smelling like cheap booze through her clothes checked in on Arala's child, Sogno. The bright skinned child happy to see her 'Aunt' while she was living at her Grandfather until Arala's name was cleared. She combed through her short hey black hair for any signs of glass fragments, striping down her attire to clean herself of the smell. The warm bath with a healing salve cleaned her minor wounds up with ease and relieved most aches. Her time in the bath was spent looking up at the ceiling in a trance, her recent spar with the Hyur named Flynt was fun and all, but she could not pinpoint what made her really interested in the guy. "...He is a fool..." P'rita whispered, caressing her neck where the visible cut wound remained on her body. Horrible memories she dared not show. The rest of her body had various wounds from burns to slices. All from years of fighting and working. Just seeing such battlescars slowly reminded the Keeper of what she could of been. Her envy emerald eyes dimmed at the thought. Finally she would emerge from the bath, cleaned from the smell and wearing a more casual piece that was common for Eorzeans and hiding the neck injury with a choker. She noticed the male Keeper before her kneeling at the short table. His moon white eyes and small heard showed his age. His skin as dark as the night as was his hair. Both his arms replaced with metal prosthetics made by someone named Ninifae Nira. The food laid out and waiting of a typical Doman dinner while the other setting was a common place Ul'dah dish with meat. "Master, you eat meat? Since when?" P'rita asked, kneeling at her side. The Keeper smiled and replied "Since I came to Ul'dah. I had to fool people after all." he said. Cutting into the junk of cooked meat to consume. P'rita meanwhile took her time with small notes of her dishes. Taking much care to eat her rice. It was quiet....and then P'rita asked... "Am I pretty?" The keeper male blinked his eyes in confusion. "Of course...but why did you- oh. I bet you found a guy you like." the old man chuckled just as a knife whizzed by his head. "Shut up! I asked because I was given that compliment before and...well...I never had someone compliment me a lot before." the flustered woman admitted. She couldn't speak of his name since she may not know if her master knew him. The old keeper thought for a moment, then said... "You are interested in this guy. Right?" To which she replied in a very flustered manner. "Yeah. I mean, the guy is mysterious and no information exists about him from what I could find on my own. I feel like it gives me a real challenge to find out more. What his favorite food is, his hobbies, what fighting stances he knows....but then again..." P'rita placed her utensils down and in a somber tone added onto that. "He would never really settle on one girl. I get the feeling he doesn't want one girl. That he may really want a child. That maybe he humors me because of my loss...or he could just be playing my emotions. Acting all charming and swave for his own sick reason." again, she grabbed the choker around her neck like a tick. Painful reminders. "I'm useless...garbage...I'm banged up and scratched. I can't bear children. I can't cook the local food well. He is better off with girls his own age." she spent her time stirring her soup and watching the small tofu pieces float about. Never touching each other as the fish based broth settled. The old man quietly sat and listened. He then flicked P'rita's forehead lightly. "You are an idiot. I didn't train you to be this melancholy. You don't need to be the brightest and vibrant blade in the shop. They shatter in an instant...but honed and dirty blades will be forever cared for. Resistant to harm and endure pain. Beauty is not on the surface. He shows interest in you, right?" P'rita was silent. Thinking to how Flynt acted and even chased after her. Sure it was brief but despite what they said, she felt some confidence. It made her determined to find more about him. "I'll try...but I don't want another broken heart." she said, rubbing the collar on her neck. The old man chuckled. "That is more like it. Be cautious and if he is not into you then so be it." That night, P'rita wrote a small message and handed it to her tint black Chocobo chick. "Here...give this to the Hyena. It is priority mail." and with a chirp the chick took off into the night. Looking for Flynt. Hoping to find him. "Write your favorite food and send it back to me. -P'rita"

The Elezen smiled under the hood. "Is it not clear? She is wanted for some crimes and must owe to them. Or...are you a partner in her crimes?" The Elezen motioned to the people walking by, as if willing to blurt out that the Miqo'te grabbing her collar was also a criminal. "It would be wised to set me down..." And in a whisper she uttered...

The Elezen who handed the paper turned and under her hood, a smile formed. "Why the man offering the money is fairly wealthy up in the north. Once at the location with the spy, her life will end there and thus, no word will slip out. It's best to...keep the info to yourself. Only one person can get the reward after all..." she turns and continues to walk onward.

*A tall Elezen woman walks up to you in the city with a stack of flyers. Clad in a brown robe and hood, her face is concealed besides the hint of brown face markings on the exposed skin* "Take one, please." *She hands the flyer to you and bows before walking to the next person. Oddly enough you see someone in the same robe offering a flyer to another person. Strange...* [align=center]WANTED: ARALA MAKEO[/align] [align=center]CRIMES: Murder of other adventurers, Spy for the Garlean Empire REWARD: 10 Million Gil WANTED ALIVE![/align] [align=center] If captured, please bring her just outside Ishgard, far into the Western Highlands of Coerthas. Reward is decreased for every sign of injury.[/align] [align=center]*Nothing much about the flyer may catch the eye, yet the temptation of Gil may sway others. Are her crimes real or a lie for something else?*[/align]

oh you are right... Still less than Blizzard and better lol

The problem with the RP servers is that they are jam packed. If you are lucky early after maintenance you MIGHT be able to make a character but your best choice is to make a character on an empty server on the same list, then transfer it over for $11 i know spending money is bad but think of the long term investment. You bypass the wall without need to wait (except in the case you have to wait for a bit before your character can be flagged for transfer.) and PRAY. Hope to see you in Balmung :3

Now see, that would be not final fantasy of them to even consider this. Our cat people have to look more human so the player does not have to feel judged. Also no fur anywhere. Make them look as human as possible. But seriously races like this (I think of those lizard people in elder scrolls) are what make me smile in rpgs.

Oh boy...Do take my post with a grain of salt as this is not what I think would make the game better but rather what i would love to see in the game. Mostly from WoW - Experience boosting heirloom items (Especially for those who play multiple toons or can't stand doing "Daily" quests[seriously. Leves are just Dailies in disguise] ) - able to mount in cities but not indoors/auto dismount indoors. (Player Housing zones is a start) - Less grinding (not by a lot) for the AF weapons (More like Legendary Ring in WOD or MOP)

I am more worried about all the Sultainsworn RPers and how their characters will try to 'hide' this from all other players. God this must be hell for them to try and not spill the beans or even show some sorrow about it in public. Stay strong my Sultain brothers -From a Free Paladin

Is there any other better theme for Arala than one of my personal favorite ones? GhNyGF3TZFk Oh but i cannot forget the awesome Piano Collection version of the Coin of Fate for heavy moments. (Which ironically matches her guardian, Nymeia) GH5v9FSoLEk I have a few more other so called themes but they are more of choice OP and ED themes for sessions.

I am just hoping the story quest for 2.55 isn't going to be XX hours long (including if any certain dungeons or ''primal' fights) I really enjoy the story from time to time but by 2.3 i was skipping all cutscenes since i have no time to wait and watch it. i am casual mode with ff14. Strictly RP. But gating entry to the new land has been done recently in wow (granted it's more of an intro...) But all new 90+ characters MUST go through the Tannan Jungle intro (takes like an hour or so Now) before you go to your side's starting zone and build your garrison. It also doubles as a new player guide for those who used an instant 90. However, we are speaking of a final fantasy game. They could easily just print a summary of the reason people are going to Ishgard on the back of the box and call it a day, but in reality you need to read more of what is going down. And for new players, as slow as the start is, it treats your character like a rising hero story. You got off a cart and get involved with a lot of events. though the tutorials are a bit...overdoing it. We shall see in time but for now, for those who have planned mains going, get your story quest done and prepare.

all sounds very neat. Too bad the RP that will contain villians will not kick off until the expansion and at max level, I think i will have to bookmark the page for future reference until then I hope to see a variety of races join you guys :3 But I am seeking as of this post: Male Miqo'te (Machinist or Arcanist), Male Hyur (Murader or Paladin), Male Au Ra (Dragoon or bard) [when expansion hits], Female Elezen (Summoner or Blackmage)and the main villain being an Elezen male of any spellcasting class. I have most info and bullet points of the villains each on a document and such. So I hope to work with your company when the time comes and we can both work out a plan

guessing that second copy i got from long ago has a use now

Here's some shots i should of done long ago with Arala. Here's one of her just doing her job. http://i.imgur.com/PtWmbxX.jpg[/img] Oh here's an image of her shopping for ingredients at home. http://i.imgur.com/BD6Ttdq.jpg[/img] And here's one of her playing the Piano. I swear to you her melody is soothing. http://i.imgur.com/6hmOK2X.jpg[/img] "When did you take these?!" Woops...I better get going. Maybe I should keep the images of her bathing to myself.