S'imba

I'd compare Mateus to how Balmung was around four years ago. I've been hanging out there some and I've found quite a few people. It's not some greener field or anything imo, but some people like it better. Lot of people new to rp or the game in general. For me it's a nice change of pace, less crowded and people seem more willing to establish a bit more long term contacts. There are a lot of Xaela, probably because now with Stormblood and the lore it's provided people want alts to play the tribes.

I feel you there, I'm always super self conscious about my RP and the fact that I am not the fastest typer out there. I come over to rp on mateus a few times a week so I'd be glad to run into you sometime.

C for me out in the sea

Can I sign up for event B?

Put me on reserve for B just to give people who aren't in an event a chance to sign up first.

I'd like to reserve D

Event b

Sign S'imba up for the something fishy

Sign me up for sunday

Sign me up!

Correction I'm working on the first event so I'm going to have to do the second.

S'imba can't cook but sign him up for the first event anyways.

If it's not too late I'd like to sign up for the glorious battle.

Heights of ambiton!

S'imba slipped through the alleyways of Ul'dah lit only with the moonlight. His tail thrashing as he moved like he was hunting something. 'They gotta be here somewhere.' He thought to himself. He perked his ears when he heard voices. Giving a grin he moved forward slowly like he was a panther moving to pounce on it's prey. He found them a couple Brass Blades making deals with some underworld thugs. Perfect, just the type of individuals he was looking for. He moved to a wall and hopped up onto a crate, jumping off of it to grab onto a window ledge and pull himself up. From their he jumped to a platform that was dangling in the middle of the alley loaded with crates. Though he nearly knocked one off he breathed a sigh of relief when it didn't fall. he jumped again and grabbed the ledge of the building and pulled himself up onto the roof. He moved over to look down onto the group. He waited for a moment watching, drawing a mythril dagger from his belt he jumped, falling rapidly he dropped onto the shoulders of one of the blades, burying his dagger deeply into his neck. It took a long moment for the others in the group to realize what just happened, only able to stare with a stunned expression. S'imba drew his blood red sword lopping off the head of a highlander thug. The rest of the group drew their weapons charging the Hell Cat. S'imba smirked as he parried a swing of the sword from one of the blades and countered it by stabbing his greatsword through the man's chest twisting the blade and ripping it out violently splattering the walls with blood. He ducked the swing of another sword and jumped over the head of a knife wielding lalafell to place his hand onto the stomach of a Roe thug aether gathered in his hand that discharged outward violently in a black and purple burst. It bored a hole straight through the Roe splattering the final blade in blood and gore. The Lalafell charged at S'imba though he was met with a sword dropping down on him, prismatic blade splitting the Lalafell in half like a pig. With his companions all dead the final blade stared in horror at S'imba and dropped his sword. S'imba walked towards him red aether flared up only caused the blade to literally soil himself. "Let captain Cortez know that the Golden Prints are protecting this city now." He said simply before bringing a roundhouse kick around to hit the Hyur in the head and knock him out cold. S'imba watched the man as he fell down into a pool of his comrades blood. S'imba smirked wiping the blood off his sword and placing it over his back, then walking over to the first man he pulled out the mythril blade and carefully wiped every speck of blood off it before finally sheathing it. He strode to walk out of the alley and onto the streets like nothing happened, other than the fact he was covered in blood shimmering under the light of menphina. This was war.

S'imba got to be a thug with all this new criminal charges he has...event c

S'imba laid on a dock in Aleport, he wasn't too well known there yet, though considering recent events it certainly wouldn't be long. He kept a bandana tied around his face just in case anyone were up with current events. Most people wouldn't give him a second glance. With his attire he just looked like one of those secret enforcers of the code. He gave a growl and sat up despite the thrill of making a public spectacle in Limsa when he interrupted Morris's flogging and pretty much spat in the face of the entirety of the Yellow Jackets. It definitely wouldn't take long to spread throughout the city, he'd made a straight up mockery of them. He couldn't help but feel sorry for the officer in charge. Certainly that man or woman was going to get an ass chewing for letting the so called pirate Captain S'imba Tia make a stunt like that then slip away. At the very least it seemed like his charges weren't as bad as they originally were. He kicked a crate into the water with a growl, watching the water turn blackish around it as the Doman tea started to steep in the ocean water. He was certain he was going to be a hero in Limsa after the battle at Gloam. With the other adventurers that had helped repel the Garlean fleet and stopped the Borielas. His tiny ship had been amazing then, despite literally being the smallest ship in that battle his crew had managed to place so much fear into the hearts of that Garlean cruiser that they were able to be boarded and overrun with little resistance. The captain terrified so badly at the sight of the Eorzean ghost ship that his entire crew lost cohesion. He hadn't lost a single crew member. That had to have been something to brag about. Fast forward to that meeting on his ship with the captain Haelstrymm had brought. He hadn't been there initially but the meeting seemed to have been some sort of distraction so the security officers could sneak down and drag him up to be arrested. From what he gathered Haelstrymm had intended to pin every single crime that occurred during the events of Gloam on him. Hells he was surprised that they didn't try to blame Slaeglac's original defection on him. He growled again, he'd managed to escape with An's help but it required her to become a murderer. He definitely pissed that captain off. They both were fugitives. He didn't actually know if his crimes were that bad compared to An. Though that actually made him feel worse. He had no idea what to do. Should he turn himself in? He really didn't want to deal with a public flogging. They'd tie him to a post, humiliate him in whatever way they could, then beat him. Make him feel like an animal again. He could live a life on the run. Maybe with time gods crimes would simply be forgotten. There was a third possibility, he could go to -them-. Though that would require him to overcome some serious shame issues. Then there was the fact if they were actually willing to help him. He knew he had -skills- they were interested in but he didn't know if that stupid be enough. They'd probably see him as a deserter or something. He slammed his fist against the dock causing him to yelp out in pain. Haelstrymm may have not made an incompetent decision but the fact he was using S'imba as a scapegoat made him want to ruin that man's career. To take everything he had to crash it into the ground. Though he really didn't have the means to do it. He sighed, I'd there was one thing he learned it was big vindictive plans to get back at someone didn't end well. After all that's why he was in this situation. Made the idiots think there was a primal summoning. He sighed standing to his feet rubbing his eyes. He rubbed his neck. He'd be safe in Ul'dah for a while. Maybe this would blow over soon enough...or he'd come up with a plan to stick it to Haelstrymm. He walked down the dock pulling down any old wanted posters from the time that he was set up from killing Hellfist.

Sign me up for breaking and entering....let's add to S'imba and An's rap sheets.

Sign S'imba up! Time to kick sone zombie ass!

If no one else takes the slot I'd be willing to go to flogging Morris, just have me on a reserve list for it...S'imba would try and disguise himself.

This is more appropriate for S'imba...especially since it's his ship, sign me up for Shiv and take me off flogging Morris if possible.

I suppose I'll sign up for flogging Morris.

Well Aya is always welcome on the revenge, since she's been a crew member previously.

S’imba stood in Vesper bay watching the last of the massively large shipment of aether crystals being loaded onto the ship. Easily big enough to garner the notice of special groups who watch for movements of such large shipments of items that beastmen tend to gather and horde. A Lalafell walked up to S’imba to ask a few more questions about the nature of the destination of the shipment. “The island of gloam is the destination but miss Delphim asked that they be deposited on a nearby island since her crew is the only ones that can make it through the unusual storms that are found in the area.” S’imba replied to the man’s questions about where the crystals were going. “Drop them off on the island specified and leave, she said she would rather not waste time being bothered by people who might ask questions.” He said to the Lalafell giving a small smirk. “She wanted to teach a desperate man by the man of Slaeglac the ability to fend off a Garlean threat as well as let the alliance just let them be.” S’imba reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a few more documents to hand off to the man. “I don’t actually know what she wanted them for, but based on what I know of her, she doesn’t tend to make mistakes in anything she does so I can guarantee these requests are accurate.” He said nodding his head to the Lalafell who then ran off to finish the loading. S’imba stared out to the ocean coldly. The saltiness he felt for the humiliation he felt for making a mistake anyone could easily make and acting so self-righteous only to be more than willing to sell them out to the Garleans unless they intentionally weakened the alliance to help some people who didn’t want to be free of Limsa. True he had no desire to see the people on that island killed whatever she was thinking to protect them was definitely not a good way to do it. As Zanzan put it there was a new moon over a castrum that Eorzea had to deal with. The last thing that was needed was yet another weak point that the Garleans could easily break through. With any luck this would create enough of a scare to make the pressure on Slaeglac to evacuate the island and return to the alliance. While S’imba himself held no love for the grand companies he still felt they were necessary for the protection of Eorzea. Everyone said Slaeglac refused to see reason, he needed to have no other options left. There were innocents on that island, the Maelstom was preparing a strike force to kill everyone on those islands, the islanders refused to leave, they had supposedly been working with an army of garlean defectors with an experimental whaleship. No matter the situation there was very little chance of stopping the strike force. The fact that he could get back at Leanne was definitely a major perk of this decision it was still his best plan to actually convince the people to flee to actual safety and avoid needless bloodshed. As he watched the crystals finally loaded and the ship depart he gave a smirk. “I might be going to one of the hells for this.”

Scouting! I should be able to do that one.