OttoVann

Mhm, the Ul'dahns! Those rotters! >=U Sea Swallower pls go

Upper La Noscea (31,22) 45 minutes Here we go

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I look...way different in my leveling gear for Pugilist.

“K'lo, do you know how much those drinks cost that I just ordered?” I ask him this with sincerity, I never show my rage. I just make sure to use it to its fullest effects. K'lo looks at me slightly confused, not ready for the shift in conversation. He gives me an incredulous look as he asks sharply “What?” I repeat myself now, “I asked you, how much do you think that liquor costs that you just drank?” I make sure to asj a little more slowly, but not to the point of insulting him, being clear and concise. It's obvious from the look on his face he is unsure what to say or do. He takes a few moments to answer but in typical arrogant fashion K'lo replies “Mmm I have no idea. It would be most wise for you to not tell me I am stuck with the tab either. Bad things happen to stupid hyur that cross Nunh.” It is so hard to no roll my eyes here but I persist and stay the course. “They cost 16 gil total K'lo. What do you think of that?” I genuinely have no idea how K'lo will answer but he is about to reveal a lot about himself me whether he knows it or not. “Ahh, well if you are asking me what I think I will happily tell you. One, you should be careful not to speak out of turn to me again.” It is so hard for me to not strangle this man where he sits right now. “Two, mmmm, 16 gil for city-swill like that? Very pricey. Maybe that's why you ordered it to impress me with your fancy suit and your deep pockets eh?” I sort of cant my head slightly, eyes closed as I give the slightest shrug to my shoulders. As I open my eyes, the facade is gone and the irritation is apparent. I turn in my stool, facing the bar fully and hold up a hand to grab the barmaid's attention. “I would like my usual. Make it a double, put it on ice and grind a little sugar into it as well for me.” This makes the barmaid stammer a moment “Ah Mr. Vann, a drink like that with ice will cost 55 gil. Shall I put it on your tab?” A slight nod is all I give her as I start to totally ignore the man to my right, making him obviously seethe at least for a moment. K'lo snarls to me “Did I ask for sugar in my drink, or gods-forsaken ice for that matter? You've ruined it! What kind of a fool pays nearly 60 damn gil for a ridiculous drink like that?” Now I put on the act of shock and surprise myself “You can't afford a 55 gil drink sir? I figured a proud Nunh like yourself could afford ten such drinks. Besides the drink isn't for you, its a prop.” I cut my words short as the barmaid hands me my drink. She put it in a crystal tumbler, with that giant orb of ice sitting in the middle of the drink to keep it cold and to melt a little water into the mixture. A rather fine and pompous display, exactly what I needed. “Master K'lo, what do you do for a living? I was surprised with that grip of yours. It felt as if I couldn't even escape.” An obvious lie but I'm still feeling him out before I make my mark on him and finally depart for that shopping I've had my mind on for the past few minutes at the Sapphire Exchange. “Mmm, I am a /mercenary/” He makes a concerted effort to really roll the word mercenary off his tongue, obviously proud of considering himself such. I turn back on my stool, with my 'expensive' drink in hand and regard him as he mentions his line of work. I don't drink from the glass I just simply hold it in my gloved hand, resting it against my leg. “Interesting line of work K'lo, do you swing a sword around perhaps? If you would be so kind as to entertain me, tell about your most lucrative contract or assignment you've taken on so far.” I finally drink from my crystal glass, taking only a slight slip, enough to get the flavor on my tongue. I don't want to taste any sort of alcohol right now. I look to the Miqo with legitimate expectation to be impressed, knowing he won't be able to. He takes a moment to consider me and my sudden interest in him. As he watches me sip from my own tumbler he takes his glass of whisky he had yet to finish from my first order and sips it as well. “Well bald-one, I was once paid a handsome sum of 700 gil to 'take care' of this little-lords problem. He had a man he wanted hurt so I did the hurting. Mmm understand?” I can never believe my ill-fortune at times. This Miqo is coming to me acting like some sort of supreme hardass and he thinks highly of himself for earning 700gil by most likely ambushing someone from behind to hurt them? I get tired of the hustle and bustle of the city sometimes. [to be continued...]

Why cant we be friends Why cant weeeeee be friends

Awww shit if Lolorito becomes bad doesnt this make Syndicate bad by association? Or at least worse than a lot of people already view it? Time for Otto to make his home in Lavender Beds a bit more used than it currently is.

And what exactly are you looking for? What kind of character are you?

Before I decide what I want to do with this stranger and how I intend to go about it I have to remind myself that most people in this world lack a sense of scale. In truth I do not always fully appreciate scale, though over the last year of my meteoric rise to fame, power, and wealth – I have come to finally begin to grasp what true scale is. It is always fascinating when I have impromptu lessons on true scale. A lot of people, especially men like this Miqo clinging to my arm, can't count to a million or even comprehend the enormity of that number. The proof is obvious most days, ask a person on the street what they could do with a million gil and if they manage to speak a word its usually along the lines of 'I don't know'. This man is hanging onto my left arm and holding surprisingly tight. With a defeated sigh I look down at him and take a seat back in my bar stool, sitting on it sideways to regard him face to face. He begins to almost purr out to me giving an air of satisfaction, his eyes smiling equally with the rest of his frame as his ears are happily twitching atop his head. He feels he has dominated me, at least that’s the read I get from him, especially after he makes a show of releasing my arm as if he had the strength to pull it off somehow. As he does this I roll my eyes only enough to appear as if I am relieved as I knock on the bar once, grabbing the fresh but familiar barmaid that is taking Momodi's place for now. I make eye contact with her, gesturing with two fingers to indicate my usual alcoholic drink so that this gentlemen and I may share a one. With one sharp inhale through my nose and a curt exhale from my mouth I ask the man simply “Who are you, and what do you want?” I am firm, and there is no tone of submission. The man in his ridiculous sounding purr lets me hear some of this heavy accent, a tribal inflection as he rolls his words “Mmmmm my name is K'lo Nunh. Maybe you forgot mmm, but I asked you a question of my own. Now I shall ask you two questions. What kind of a man wears pink, and what is your name you bald, pale freak.” He makes it a point to really enunciate that word 'freak', a shame. I lean to the side a bit, propping my left elbow on the bar as I sit and relax a little keeping him the center of my world. “Well K'lo, my name is Otto Vann. I wear a pink suit because I like the color and I find it befitting to myself and my personality, soft and eye-catching.” I would say more but we are interrupted by the cheery barmaid as she slides us a glass each of whisky. Nothing special about it at all, though I do wish I had some of my medicine to put in it right now. “Anyways, you know my name and you now are privy as to why I wear this fine suit, a suit I made myself...” Instantly I know as soon as I say this he is going to pounce and further insult me. If am so bold as so to share extraneous information with him like the fact that I tailored my own suit, he is going to try and push the envelope further and remind me that he is in charge now. If I couldn't read him backwards and forwards I may enjoy someone with enough bravado to touch me but this man will undoubtedly prove to be a simple bully. Sure enough he cuts me off, “Did I ask you who made it bald-man? Mmm...” is all he says as he trails his words off and takes the drink set in front of me by the barmaid.. He swirls it once before knocking it back, unceremoniously swallowing it all in one gulp as he slams the glass back on the bar. He wastes no time in taking his drink, and holding it again to sniff it. This time though he makes a point to swirl it several times, taking a small sip from it as he gently sets his glass down to match my gaze “Thank you for the drinks bald-man Otto. You asked me what do I want, mmm I wanted a drink that is all. Why else would I come to a bar eh?” He finally looks away from me for a moment as he shakes his head, muttering “Stupid hyur”. At this point I've tolerated him enough. I match his gaze, keeping a genuine curiosity as I look him over one last time. I know little of this race, I can't tell if he is a 'Keeper' or a 'Seeker'. He has the surname of Nunh and if I recollect this means he is used by the women of his tribe for mating purposes. He is also small, maybe sitting at a proud 66 ilms at the most and if he is lucky weighing in at 140 ponz. Truthfully there isn't a lot for me to go off. I'm a giant compared to him and I am positive I could snatch the life out of him with ease if I wanted to but I'm just not that kind of man most days. Besides the lovely Coatleque Crofte is still on patrol at her pillar. I don’t think I would mind her putting me in handcuffs but I would rather that happen later in the day. All the same I have people to do, things to see, and places to be. I have no time for games with half-men. [To be continued...]

New clothes....yes this pleases me.

Mmm I was going to mention this. I paid over 400k for you IIRC. If Faye manages to make the first bid worth my time I will show up and will most likely win the first bid since I cant allow my ego otherwise.

Did someone say "lore"? Materia Lore /poofs into the aether Thanks bae ilu

Does this have any RP value? Ive gotten a few from my desynthing and Ive hoarded what Ive gotten. Maybe it has research value? It is purely vendor trash but who knows, imagination after all. Anyone know if it has lore perspective? Also what is just normal materia? Is it made of lifestream like in FF7? I have hoarded all the materia I have gathered since 2.0 Launch as well (and have three pages of it). What can a man like Otto do with all this materia.

So it is kind of like something that people should be a little more rowdy at? Fighters should be yelling, maybe envisioning what they're mad at as their opponent? I could imagine that if someone is too "boring" to watch maybe they'd be dismissed from the fight tournament... Perhaps I could pay Jancis to be the 'ring girl' and announce the fights in her swimsuit - holding up the sign indicating the round like the showgirls do at boxing matches. Hmmm

So it is kind of like something that people should be a little more rowdy at? Fighters should be yelling, maybe envisioning what they're mad at as their opponent? I could imagine that if someone is too "boring" to watch maybe they'd be dismissed from the fight tournament... All of the above if you prefer. Some dont speak at all, some speak with every line (Franz, Burning Blood). Some people only occaisonally comment, some people silently watch. Its all welcome.

I'd root for Mirke too :^) Also please bet on the fights, just don't let me find out fights are being thrown for it. The idea behind events like this isn't necessarily winning or losing, just venting out the weeks frustrations. Thank you for the support people have shown, I am happy week three is shaping up to have some more participants and since we are going this in Bronze Lake perhaps people can show up in Swimsuits and relax.

While historically this is very very true, and is one of the primary reasons that even early guns rather quickly made heavy late Middle Ages armor obsolete, I'm not certain if plays out in the game itself. It seems that guns are an area in the game where the writers have swapped out the 'Laws of Physics' with the 'Rule of Cool'. Case in point is the final test in the Armorer's questline. If guns are as lethal as they are in the real world, Merlwyb's method of testing a pair of chain armors is certifiably insane. Regardless of any mystical properties of the cobalt the haubergeons are made of, the sheer concussive force of blasting a pair of soldiers at close range like that would have likely caused more trauma than just one of them being 'slightly' wounded. Of course there are a slew of possible explanations for this, each that doesn't necessarily keep firearms from being much different from their real world counterparts (cobalt really is that strong, Roegadyn can simply take more punishment than humans can, some aetheric combination of the shards the armor was crafted with makes them deflect bullets, Merlwyb is secretly a terrible shot and only hit one of them, etc.) Regardless, it makes for a very entertaining scene and tells a fun story. Which is the important part of all of this. EDIT: And of course Otto beat me to it... Keep in mind that she was shooting chain and not plate. Plate stands no chance against bullets with any sort of 'actual' and 'realistic' force. Itll punch a hole through it and thats that. Chain, like kevlar in a way, will bend/flex/absorb more energy before 'breaking'. I can...almost see how people in Highquality Cobalt chain with proper layers of padding underneath (like worn in real life) MIGHT not die from a musket ball to be honest, and they MIGHT be spared the bullet piercing the chain and padding. Im skeptical though of people just shrugging bullets off in this game however I am no lore master.

Apparently guns in eorzea shoot projectiles with less energy than subsonic .22 shorts and the armor / aether that /everyone/ uses all the time deflects them with ease. Makes me think theres no point in carrying a gun then.

As I finish up my water, I stand and knock on the counter once to get Momodi's attention. I leave behind a mere ten-thousand gil – enough for a drink of water and enough to let Momodi use the overpay to help keep things afloat on her end. She uses the extra gil I leave behind to pay off the tabs of people that I have selected; charity of sorts. Its surprising how many people stay at Momodi's establishment with no real way of paying her back. While I am standing I take the time to tighten my bowtie and put my glasses back on to protect from the harsh light of the Thanalan sun and also because I feel their red lenses match my rose-pink colored suit so well. With that I turn to leave, my shoes clicking against the floor, or so they would if I had the chance to walk far. “What kind of a man walks around Ul'Dah in a pink suit?” the nameless young Miqo male asks me. He is and small and wiry like all of his kind, easily sitting at 60 ponz less than me in mass and 6 ilms shorter at the minimum. He's sitting at the bar, head turned up to me as I tower over him, grinning and intentionally showing those teeth of his as if a man like me should feel threatened or intimated by him. I'm partially deaf but I'm not stupid, he is taunting me and wondering how I am going to handle him. This isn't the first time I've been asked such a question and its not the last. It almost surprises me how many 'men' make it a point to try and challenge or insult my sense of style; as if they will ever posses the authority or wherewithal to speak to me over fashion and what I should wear. I regard him and his inquiry for the briefest of moments, pulling my bright red cotton gloves tight on my hand and simply turn my back to him and begin to walk away. I try to anyways but this cocksure half-man is unreasonably persistent and reaches a hand out to grab me by the arm to stop me from walking away. Its a dangerous thing for anyone to do, putting their hands on me – especially little boys like this Miqo who are half my size and none of my fury. Admittedly I respond to his becoming physical with me poorly. I don't actually say anything at first, I just look down to him from over my shoulder, teeth gnashed and exhaling heavily through my nostrils as I contemplate how I should deal with him. I make the deeply generous choice of ignoring his transgressions as I try to pull my arm away from him, saying “Excuse me” in a flat tone and try to pull my arm out of his grasp to continue about my day. I'm not about to let boy-sized Miqo derail me from my plans to go shopping and pay personal visits to my businesses. However this one is determined to disturb my routine and doubles-down, tightening his grip on my arm and jerking it back. Its hard to express how fucking furious this makes me. A child-sized and child-like Miqo putting their hands all over me, insulting my attire, and then having the audacity to not let go as I politely try and excuse myself. No one puts their hands on me, ever. If Ridley were here she would be beating this boy like a drum over all of this. Alas I am alone here and it falls to me to teach this young man the necessities of rendering proper customs and courtesies in this world, especially to men like me. [To be continued...]

openRP m8 its a linkshell, find it on the linkshell hall and get in touch with the leaders Also, you should work for me. Otto could use more people like you.

Your not wrong but exactly how capable are Sworn in this game to investigate things like the Secret Service do? Its a decent analogy but from what I can tell Sworn are a mere fraction as capable and as...intelligence gathering (lack of words here) as the actual Secret Service. I /could/ somewhat envision garleans breaking into Sworn ranks since I see or hear of no way that you could reliably sniff that out. We are in a medieval constrained fantasy world where background investigations seemingly are useless to non-existant.

They killed the shit out of Natalie though didnt they? Or are our guns different than theirs?

Ill need to gather some capable IC alchemists and Blacksmiths to perhaps work out a custom design. A lot of rich peoples guns back in the day we're all custom made (much like today where rich fucks can get $15000 guns personally madefor them with exact custom specifications). Maybe I could commission a deringer sized flintlock weapon of sorts by having the right people put it together for me.

I was envisioning carrying a small handgun, maybe it shoots something akin to .22 shorts or another small cartridge like .25 perhaps. Just something small kept inside a shoulder holster under his suit-jackets. Not something he would ever wave around or anything or flash or show off, just a gun though. I think I will have Ridley simply carry a flintlock pistol for me though, maybe not always depending on the business. You're killing my suspense, Otto. :cry: Assume what you want about me ic m8, its all the better

I was envisioning carrying a small handgun, maybe it shoots something akin to .22 shorts or another small cartridge like .25 perhaps. Just something small kept inside a shoulder holster under his suit-jackets. Not something he would ever wave around or anything or flash or show off, just a gun though. I think I will have Ridley simply carry a flintlock pistol for me though, maybe not always depending on the business.