Zhavi

Windows were Zhavi's friend, even when their location was not. Few took to climbing as well as she, and as a result, the security of windows was not something as well established as that of doors. So it was she slipped inside one Ruru's window while he slept, muttering to herself under her breath about those who could sleep so easily, and those who could not. It was almost morning. The sun was on the horizon, and Zhi wanted in and gone before it could start its daily ritual of blinding her with all of Azeyma's cruel blessings. Scaby whore that she was. But still, Zhi had no desire to get herself killed. She lingered on the sill, body tense and ready to drop if she absolutely had to. She wouldn't hit the ground or anything so dramatic, but it would hurt. "Hey," she hissed, rapping her knuckles against the wood sill. "Hey, Ruru-whatever-yer-name-is!" If she'd anyone she could afford to send, she would have. Oh how she hated being out of her city!

The smoke Zhi blew out tangled around the limbs of the dancer before dispersing to join the rest of it up at the ceiling. "I gonna see ye up there, then, laddo?" Brindle had the very best glares. "Ain't a doxy." Nald'thal smile on her, but when had Brindle started to sound so much like her? She didn't look away from the woman on her table, though her smile widened. "Oh? Found yerself a nice little hole t'curl up in, did ye?" "Sendin' out enforcers after yer dame's clients." Brindle neatly snubbed her own taunt, lowering his voice as much as he was able. He shifted his tray as someone called for more drink, and spoke faster. "One o' them was warned out o' the city, an' came right back. Had a talk wi' yer boss, he did." "Name?" Brindle had turned away, but he turned back, snagging up her half-full cup in excuse. "Ruru-something, look, give me a clapper --" He was gone. Zhi didn't appear to notice, instead choosing to make eyes up at the dancer, who had mostly avoided any contact of the same for the evening. Zhi didn't blame her; she wasn't trying to make the dancer's evening difficult, but. . .she leered. What fun, what fun. When Brindle's voice came next at her back, it was breathless and a little angry. Zhi didn't blame him for that, either, but he had to learn sooner or later just how cold the city could be -- and why she'd kept to her preferences even when she was in coin enough to change them. Some feelings you just couldn't shake, not even at the space of years. "Lissen, 'bout Galleon. . ." Zhi flicked her tail at him in acknowledgement. Brindle whispered as he passed her, "think he might be in it --" Gone again. Zhi shuffled the pieces in her head as she continued slamming back the drinks he brought her. Interlaced was the thought that starting something with the dancer would be worth it, though she knew better by then. Space of years and all. "--same group as th'one what backs --" The buzz of a pearl caught her off-guard, and she jumped in spite of herself, missing the rest of Brindle's hastily passed words. Nald'thal tip her scales. She sorted out which one was active, and put it to her ear in time to catch the Captain's voice. No, no, that captain. Oh, right. She blinked down at it, muzziness taking her a few seconds to parse the call. He shouldn't be calling her. The pearl was for her to call him. A job was a job was a job. "Cap'n, ye say th'bes' things," she slurred. "Aye-aye, Cap'n!" She tossed back her drink and held it aloft. "Another!" She pretended not to see the skeptical way Brindle eyed her when he came back around, just like she held to badly faked protests of innocence when they tossed her out for manhandling the dancer. Ahh, just another night. Just another morning. A bad one. The Captain (capitals, there) did not appreciate guttersnipes or anything that could feasibly be affixed with the prefix of 'gutter,' whether or not it actually was gutter. Sure, he held the illusion that he was better, wasn't for her to judge, but she spent good gil to go to an inn for a bath rather than her usual quick drowned-rat soak in the ocean. The soap smelled like lavender. It borked her nose up good. Cap'n'd better appreciate the extra effort, because she was sneezing all through her shuffle down to the docks, ears pressed flat against her head and their insistence that everything was much too loud. It ran counterpoint to her eyes' insistence of brightness, and everything was just held in the position of just right to put Zhi into a mode of smiles that tended to provoke children into poking at her with sticks. Not that she wasn't normally grotesque in her own special way. . . She ditched some of the smell as she attended various errands throughout the day, and by the time she met the Cap'n it'd faded enough that it shouldn't be too obvious to the deadness of an elezen nose, yet keep her from smelling in a way he might find offensive. Gods forfend. She'd keep herself up on a level high enough for his fussiness, but she'd take a long walk off a short plank before she let him think she was doing it for him.

A smartass remark would not help matters. Zhi reminded herself that at least twenty times before she dared to open her mouth. She stood up first. "Not by talkin'," slipped out somehow. It wasn't as bad as her more automatic responses, but she still cringed internally. She gentled her voice to sound more. . .what? Subservient? Joz would be a suckup. "S'pose I shouldn't waste yer time, Master Lolotaru. I'll practice, aye, but what comes next? How do I know I'm gettin' better?" She needed to get his book. The more time that passed, the more she thought that it would be a matter of sneaking into his room and taking it, but to do that she needed more information on his abilities . . .and whether or not he'd spelled the damned thing. He sure as shit wasn't getting any of her hints, and she couldn't think of any other way to get into his confidences quick enough. Why had Galleon picked her? None of the theoretical answers to that were any good.

Because there is only one very special Askier, that's why. <3 (and also because the criminals in limsa like their money more than economy-hampering destruction. >: ) ) (also because anyone trying to blow it up would likely have said criminal groups along with lawkeeping groups after them, eeps)

If you like stone, sand, and plenty of dim lighting - yes! Yes, it is! But Limsa smells like dead fish.... lol Heck yeah it does! Plus there's the ocean, which is a fascinating and wondrous place. And pirates, and sailors, and the dockside tangle, and cliffs, and Mealvaan's Gate and somuchfunstufftoplaywith! (I grew up taking fishing/camping trips to places around Anchorage, Valdez, Seward and Homer -- sure, you sometimes get that oceany-fishy-dead-things smell, but it's a good sort of stink! You must embrace it!) *cough* Also Osric -- that's exactly what makes it fun, you weener! Maybe someday someone will want to play the peacekeeping side of things, but until then -- criminals for daaaaays.

^ - While I only subbed in March, I don't really care about leveling. There are two reasons I level at all: 1) RP clothes, 2) goofing off with friends. If personal housing or whatever requires level 50 then that'd be another reason, but right now most of the time when I log in I'm rping. (also yesss, yesss ,come to Limsa! Limsa is fabulous! )

For once, Zhi's endless wellspring of words was no use. She had nothing to say to that, nothing clever to identify the roots of the question to him. She let it go, making a neutral, "mm," sound. Looking up with a timorous smile that teetered on the edge of disappearing, she said, "tell me how t'get better, Master Lolotaru."

How long could they go on like this? Zhi looked up from the study of her fingernails, hands laid over the now-dingy cover of the notebook Lalataru had given her what seemed like ages ago, and bobbed her head. "Yessir," she said, looking away. What was she doing? How long would it be before he trusted her enough to put her into contact with that book? Weeks? Months? She needed to be patient. She knew that. But she was uneasy all the same, in a way she couldn't make heads nor tails of. A premonition of failure. It wasn't like her. She had to focus on the moment. Nald'thal and his blimming scales be damned. "Was it like this fer yerself, when ye first started, Master Lolotaru?"

Yeah, I started on a MUD called Avatar back in 99, and played NWN for its entire life-cycle RPing on a LotR realm called RoME. Then I got into PVE with WoW. Got bored quickly, and I'm pining for the good ole days of RP again! That sounds like fun. I want to RP with you soon, in part because I have this theory about the RP styles of those of us who started out on MUDs and want to see if it holds true. I'll tell you about it after. *grin* I've been playing the same MUD since about 1995, called GemStone IV (previously III). I've been inactive since ARR launched, but I imagine I'll come back to it at some point because I usually do. On NWN, I played the longest on Myth Drannor, but I also spent a lot of time on Tales of the Silver Marches, Krynn Haven (Dragonlance), and Cormyr & The Dalelands. Fond memories of each. I hope you're having fun here! You should post your findings. I too started out on a MUD back around 2000 -- I'd be interested to hear your theory! Welcome to the RPC Coatleque! I hope you get all the rp you desire. :3

((continued from in game rp because timezones, man. Timezones)) Jager Si'kaie was already not one, but two steps ahead of this game. Long before she could even finish that daring smirk, he'd have reached into his shirt to pull out a heavy sack of coins. No one was given the chance to step in, for Jager had interupted A'rhiki's celebratory cheers with the solid thunk of coins. "5000 on the lil' lady with the dangerous smirk." He'd shove Zhavi forward before she could even have a chance to slither out of this one. And by the time she was up against the table, and more specifically, the chair A'rhiki's loser had sat, the crowed was roaring in delight. Now the night was getting interesting. "I don't think they'd be too happy if 5000 left the table, now." He whispers to her playfully. "Your call, I'll be back." A'rhiki Tia would soon look back up from his bag as he looked across the table to see a familiar face as he smirked and placed his hand against the right side of his face. His elbow pressed against the table. "Ah, We meet again. To what do I owe this pleasure?" He would soon take note of the five thousand gil on the table before looking up and chuckled to her in a playful manner as his yellow eyes grew to a soft glow behind his pupils as he sipped his ale. "I see, you wish to test your luck against me?" Oh, that smirk didn't waver a hair as Zhi stumbled into the chair. She gripped its back instinctively; her ear swiveled towards Jager's mouth, her head turned slightly to the side. Her eyes didn't leave A'rhiki. She flicked her ear at Jager, her tail hitting his leg with no small amount of force as she pulled the chair out and took a seat. She was known in Her Highness. Not by all present, aye, but enough to keep that broad, stupid grin on her face. "Kink! Oy, Kink!" came a few scattered calls, and a few scattered laughs. She was known more as a proficient drinker than as a proficient gambler; though she'd her share of wins at cards, she was no genius. That was known. Betting immediately skewed towards A'rhiki as people talked, and soon enough the odds were stacked against her. "Hullo again, gadabout," Zhi said, putting her hands down flat on the table and leaning forward. "Heard ye were makin' th'rounds, an' I wanted t'see fer meself what th'fuss was about. Ye were -so- helpful at th'Wench. So here I am." She spread her arms, her smile was warm, but her eyes were cool. She was scoping him out, watching for tells. Standard. She ignored his last question. "What's th'game, then?" A'rhiki Tia would pick up the dice in the center as he placed five of them in an iron flagon. "Liars Dice." He would smirk as he left the rest of the dice on the table for Zhi to grab. "Five dice, You played before?" He would ask her as he leaned back in his seat stirring his dice slowly inside of the flagon in a teasing manner. This was before he placed about as much gil on the table as he heard correctly, About five thousand in the pot which made a total of ten thousand for winnings. Jager Si'kaie had stepped off to claim his drink when he heard Liars Dice fill his ears. He'd sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose. No no no, that game could be won with a well paid wench and some bullshit tactics. Silly that it had to be the name of the game where he came from. He'd swing on back towards the table, only this time reaching for a pouch at his left around his belt before tossing that too, up on the table. "Liar's Dice, what are we, kids? I'll not let my coin go to a ladies game." Jager Si'kaie slapped 5000 more down and two notes. "Twenty down on a game of Fortune's Dice. What do you say, kid. 5000 on a game of Liar's or 20 down on real luck?" He'd snicker as he hovered with his mug at the edge of the table. Zhavi Streetrunner took another drink of her own bottle. She put an elbow up on the table. The crowd didn't know how to react. There were plenty of nasty words aimed at Jager for his insults towards Liars' Dice (a popular game in Her Highness, if not the whole of Limsa Lominsa), while there were also shouts of encouragement for Fortune's Dice. Zhi didn't much react beyond a single "Heh," propping her face up on her hand as she looked back and forth between A'rhiki and Jager. A'rhiki Tia would soon see the coin on the table, he would look at his earnings today and compare it with the pot on the table. He smirked lightly, a little too sure in himself. "A bit more coin in my pocket wouldn't hurt. I accept your challenge good sir." He would place the entire bag which contained about twenty five thousand gil. "And raise you five grand more." He sat back and awaited their response, as well as rules to the game and such. The crowd cheering in the background as bets were made. Jager Si'kaie stepped in once more to deliver the two notes as promised to the top of the purse, but held his arms out the side. He physically had 10,000 on him, which was moronic to walk around with as much. Anything over a grand here in Limsa was for a dimwit asking to be robbed; to think Jager had as much as he did, was to wonder what he had up those poofy sleeves of his. "Two sacks, two notes; both good for a total of 20,000. Unfortunately, I don't carry anymore on me." Jager takes off both necklace and bracelet and toss them into the pile. "It's real, test the metal yourself if'n you need. If it's good for you, then we can play. Fortune's Dice is a simple enough game, very little strategy, about eighty percent luck. If this works, I can explain the rules. "He'd reach into his pocket for a pair of dice with different numbers on them "And if you're not comfortable with my own dice, we can accommodate your uneasiness." He crosses his arms and waits.

It is certainly possible to transfer characters! You'll probably have to wait for the server to be open to new character creation on the transfer, though (but I'm not 100% sure on that).

I've never been popular*. That's why I vigorously and enthusiastically approach people for rp -- if they don't come to you, you go to them! /hijack *popular defined as people coming up to you and asking you to join their rp or always wanting to rp with you or whatnot. Probably something like 95% of my rp comes from me asking people to rp with me. (the other 5% typically coming from people I've rped with for years and the occasional odd stranger WHO THEN DITCHES ME...I'm not bitter)

really!? ;-; I was trying to enter Balmung, but I couldn't DX Hehe, I think she was just messing around. Both servers are viable for rp! Gilgamesh doesn't have as much open world rp as is on Balmung (I think, someone correct me if I'm wrong), but it is as rich and deep. All you need is to show up at some events or send a pm to a player of a gilg character that interests you to get something started. Plenty of Gilg people have great and satisfactory rp, and I'm sure you will too.

Double Moriarty! Does that even work? Huh.

Challenge accepted. (But really, I'm just messin'. Unless you wanted your characters to get involved in Limsa and stuff, I wouldn't attempt to do anything with your characters, or get them involved in anything, without your enthusiasm ahead of time)

I'd been debating posting here officially but finally decided since I know a fair few folks already aboard I should join them. It's mostly Ely's fault for informing me the place existed (She's the one who convinced me to go guard the Sultana~!) and Ciel's fault for referencing me in her wiki page. It sounds like blame, but those are intended as compliments. I imagine running into each other would be interesting. We seem to exist on diametrically opposed points, but that makes for conflict and conflict makes for good story. Oh, you must know, I specialize in bringing various wholesome (and not so wholesome) characters down into the mud to play. It's my favorite.

Zhi wasn't about to waste her breath in an attempt to protect her (admittedly niche) reputation, so she let Thatcher's comments pass. Either the woman would value what she had to offer, or she wouldn't. Nothing Zhi could do about it but do her job; that was the line of work she was in. The only time it mattered was when it came time for payments to be handed out -- Zhi did not let herself get gipped. Unless weapons were involved. Weapons pointed at her, that is, be they blades, fists, or books. Arcanists. She withheld a shudder. The bane of her existence, in more ways than one. "Clove'd be fine. Always is," was what she did wind up saying, all unconcerned. She and Clove had no love lost for each other; it was something like mutual respect, but neither would be too put out if the other bit it tomorrow. "That's what I got. I'll be in touch more frequently. Me main concern is Jaded -- I'll let ye handle Coral's Parlor. Ahh," and here she smirked. Likely she was playing for drama with this last tidbit. Or not. "They're based in Gridania. Likely if ye hit 'em there, hit 'em hard, they won't be so eager t'mess wi' ye here. They've a solid reputation there. Their owner, Madame Coral, well, ye might find that it weren't always th'case. Connect Jaquelle Voiriere t' Coral, and could be they won't have th'werewithal t'mess wi'ye in Limsa. Jes don't let her know 'twas yerself what spilled th'beans. Mebbe let it track back t'one of her Gridanian enemies. Me own two cents. "If ye want me t'handle that, it'll cost ye extra. Otherwise, jes use yer own people t'spread some rumors of yer own. There's some in yer ranks what could be good wi'that." Zhi touched her forefinger to an imaginary hat. "If that's all, fair winds t'ye, boss." Okay, she was being deliberate. Definitely deliberate.

You. I like you. You should stay. If your character is ever in Limsa, I might grab you for a dance. And by dance I mean a likely highly rude encounter, complete with pointing and laughing.* Welcome to the RPC! Sounds like you're already up to your elbows in rp, so in that case I'll wish you luck with your various forms of grinding. Whatever that may be. *snrk* (I'm not clever, I know, I just wish I was) *Pointing and laughing not guaranteed.

Hey there! I just made two alts on Balmung this morning at 6am my time (7am PST, 10am EST). Keep trying, you'll get it eventually. Also, I feel you on the rp itch! Hits me like a ton of bricks sometimes. Wherever you settle, I wish lots and lots of great rp upon you. Welcome to the RPC!

Haha, that wasn't that long of a read. Hello to you too, welcome to the RPC and may your rp ventures net you many wordy profits. And I have to say, I have yet to see anyone nag anyone about grammar either here or in game. I think you'll do just fine.

"If I get caught I'll double flip. So ye best prepare words fer me t'spew if it comes t'that. Not that it will, but if it puts yer heart at ease. . ." Zhi shrugged. There was no guarantee. There was never a guarantee. Not with anyone. At the end, when the chips were down, everyone was in it for themselves. If Thatcher didn't know how to protect herself from that, it wasn't Zhi's problem to correct.

Zhi gave Thatcher a long look, one eyebrow climbing upwards. "'Course I am, boss. Ain't over yet. Ye'll be needin' folk in low places. I need t'dig on Luther an' find out what his aim is, an' if he's got anyone else workin' fer him. Then there's Jaded -- I've got th'lass goin' in there. She'll report back t'me, an' I'll report back t'yerself." She paused, pressing her lips together while she considered her next words. "There's some talk th'barons are movin'. Somethin' has 'em stirrin'. I'm lookin' fer all I got but folk are spooked, an' it's tighter'n barnacles on th'rocks right now. But I'm lookin'. I'll keep workin' fer ye, 'till yer trouble ends or ye don't renew me contract. That's how I work. "There anythin' ye want me t'look fer, boss?"

What a great idea! I will be quietly rooting your group on to win erry time from the sidelines. >: )

We're moving forward, slowly but steadily! I've updated the original post with some current needs. :3

Staring at the man, Noki remained outwardly collected. Internally, he was fighting. Tabart had insinuated that they were to rough the man up a little, show him that they meant business. Yllaria was waiting for his signal for just that purpose -- but he didn't want to give it. Rurutani wasn't even headed towards anywhere near La Noscea, but towards Coerthas. Was beating him even necessary? Would it accomplish anything? Noki wasn't a thug. Tabart wasn't a thug. Jaded wasn't like that, had never been like that. Noki followed his orders, it was what he'd always done, but right then -- he made a command decision. "See that you heed it. Heaven's Gate is trouble, as is her Mistress. I'd hate to see you stumble into a dangerous situation. Have a safe journey, friend." Gods save you if you don't listen. I won't be able to do this a second time. Keeping his eyes on Rurutani, hand free to cast if necessary, Noki urged his chocobo around the other man, in the direction of Ul'dah.