Mikh'a

Askier? Mikh'a wears baggy shirts ( closest I can get to a hoodie D: ), either dalmaticas or the Gridania shirt, leggings, and the Eorzean equivalent to Allstars. Bandanas and fingerless gloves are also a must on every outfit. He has an outfit specifically for healing the Grindstone, and then his work uniform too but for casual stuff it's the listed. [align=center][/align]

[align=center] "IS THIS HOW WE CASTRUM, GUYS?!" ( See all the mobs left alive outside of the boss room? If all my SBing runs through Castrum were this great I'd never do anything else. )[/align]

This sounds familiar to Mikh'a. >_> But what Mikh'a is most tired of hearing is how his optimistic view on life, how he believes there is good in everyone and if you work hard enough you can make everything better, and how it's not all grime and drudgery and it can get better and he can make it better. That it's not okay to trust and be open and reach out. Why can't he just make friends with everyone and not have to worry about someone trying to teach him a life lesson by saying he'll get stabbed in the back or shot, thanks Ki. His optimism is not a crutch! D: He literally hears, "You're wrong, and I hope that you've got plenty of people to watch your back when the time comes, otherwise you're going to die." a lot. THANKS GUYS.

I think what I'd do is gradually start phasing that part out of my character's life. Just very slowly start easing off of whatever it is through roleplay, don't completely destroy it right off the bat just stop using it as much, stop mentioning it as much. Pick up a new hobby or a new skill, or shift the focus to something new for their backstory over the course of a few weeks to a couple of months until it's all but forgotten. I really hate retcons. I don't hate anyone else for using them, but personally unless they're an absolute must, like to the point that my character will be absolutely non-functional because of something outside of my control, I won't retcon, I'll just start slowly and carefully shifting away. If it ever came up OOCly I'd just remind the people bringing it up that it was well established before lore on it was and I moved away from it with hand waving.

I feel lame. ;_; I don't have multiple IC jobs like everyone else, just either of the healer classes. So that's all I can do for this. But I will heal all the things anyways!

I've never done Rot so someone would have to help me out with that if that's what happens. But I'm willing to learn that's for sure. I hear it's just hot potato? Otherwise I will happily spam all the medicas. 8D

Just gonna... sit here... and say uhm. Yes. I would like to do this please. ._. And thank you. Please take me with you.

Is "because it's fun" an acceptable answer? Because if so... Because it's fun.

Mikh'a is just like Chachan, the glass is always half full and why not fill it up anyways? c:

The power comes naturally... it's the control that he has to work on. ( And boy is he bad at it, too. He has a lot of training in his future. Lots, and lots, and lots of training. )

[align=center] Learning about Keeper culture from the resident expert. 8D[/align]

I can't do this. “Lieutenant.” His heart was hammering in his chest. Where were they again? The Goblet. It all spun back in to view as he lifted his head and locked eyes with Coatleque. She wasn't alone. What did they smell like? Sand. Cloth. Metal. Cleaning oils. Perfume. Heat. They smelled like the sun. The desert. “Ser Crofte.” Salute. She did it first. Automatically his body shifted in response, giving a far less graceful salute to Coatlique in return. He sounded more calm than he felt, his face betraying little by way of his fear of the situation. His gaze shifted from Crofte to the unfamiliar Highlander and he inclined his head in less than subtle curiosity. “Your friend..?” She wouldn't have brought along someone that wasn't worth trusting, but precautions needed to be taken none the less. Mortar shifted behind him, smoothing out his shirt in an attempt to look more presentable in front of their fair featured company. “This is Shas Terry. You needn't worry, she knows of the situation. I've brought her to help with the planning.” Shas nodded in response. “Aye,” she agreed with a Flame salute that he responded in kind to. Again it lacked the grace and practice of someone that had been doing it for years. “Perhaps we should go inside?” Crofte offered. You idiot. “R-right!” He could feel his heart rate pick up. He should have thought of that. Why hadn't he? His hand groped backward for the door – Mortar caught the gesture and casually reached up to open it instead. “...th-thanks Private.” “What kind of doorman would I be if I didn't get it for a pretty lady?” The Lalafell gave his commanding officer a cheeky grin and Mikh'a's ears flexed back just a little bit as he led the two women through the front office, past the messy desk with scattered papers, the wall plastered with mission statements, hunt marks, and check ins. Down the hall, second door after his office, and in to Kanaria's office they went with little ceremony. Upon entrance he was conscious enough to lock the door, reminded as he did it that there were absent bodies from his company. Where was Siha? “Do you still have the papers?” Mikh'a took in a deep breath through his nose and moved toward Shas and Crofte. Burning wood. Trees. Lingering perfume. Leather. Metals. “I've got them locked up here... I have the plans on me though, I've been trying to do some research on the dreadnought design, look for weakness.” He vanished briefly with a crouch behind the desk. “Did you find anything?” Shas asked curiously and he stood again with the yellow envelope in hand, passing it and the plans to her. “Nothing that doesn't come standard with the design.” Mikh'a admitted reluctantly. “Even the steel is standard. Weak at the knees, slow to power up, the potential for flimsy joints if the craftsmanship is shoddy and rushed but otherwise it's solid and we're better off disabling it before it reaches full potential.” Shas grunted in response as she flipped through the papers and Mikh'a nervously looked to Crofte. She regarded him for less than a nonce, long enough to almost feel like an eternity but not long enough to let the creeping fear settle back in completely. The only tell contrary to the calm look on his face was the twitching tip of his tail until Crofte cleared her throat. His ears flexed back, surprised for no reason and he straightened up. A groping hand reached for the desk to steady the tremble before it could start and he made the fear look like a casual lean. “If that thing gets started we won't be able to stop it.” “That's why we need to lure him away from the city, somewhere that we can fight him on our terms rather than his own.” “I thought that was where the Dauntless came in?” Where was Kanaria? “It is.” Mikh'a felt his stomach twist in knots. His nostrils flared, another tell that he was internally going out of his mind. “But we have to get him there. We can set up traps and scour the perimeter, ready to take him down at a nonce's notice but getting him to that point is the hard part.” “What was it, a drug was suggested.” Coatleque reminded him and his mind rolled back as he considered. “Milkweed.” he remembered. “It was just a matter of getting in there to find the weakest link... we couldn't send you, they'd recognize your face.” “I can do it.” Shas spoke up and handed the documents back to Mikh'a. “Not as well known as Ser Crofte, and I can use that tae my advantage. I could go in and root out someone willin' tae turn on their master, ain't hard tae find in a den o'thieves really. Someone's always lookin' tae get their back scratched.” Mikh'a considered, rubbing his chin as he paced with the documents back around the desk. “But aren't you almost as well known as the captain?” he asked as he shut and locked the drawer. “Wouldn't they recognize you too?” “Nae.” Shas had a grin that reminded Mikh'a of Osric on her face as he stood back upright, folding the plans back up to tuck them in to his chest. “I've got my ways.” Mikh'a drummed his fingers on the wood of the desk and took in another deep breath, nodding as he considered the options. Burning wood. Steel. Leather. His tail twitched again and he tried to hold the breath to still his twisting stomach. Crofte spoke again, steering the conversation for him once more and the boy's fingers curled along the desk. “And what about Ernis? If you can't lure him away?” Where was Osric? “We'll have people both in and out of the city in preparation and open pearl contact. If we need to move from outside back in to the city it can be done swiftly.” Mikh'a straightened up again and looked between Shas and Crofte. “Our best bet is to take him off guard and on our terms, so that we can disable the device.” “If we don't disable that device it's going to wreak havoc and destroy Pearl Lane.” Coatleque agreed and Mikh'a's ears went flat at the thought. “Aya is supposed to be the ears to get people moving if needs be.” “Aya Foxheart? From the Quicksand?” Crofte asked and Mikh'a nodded. “Good. The Dauntless will do their part from there, and the Sultansworn will be standing by with readied blades. I'm sorry we can't offer more aide.” The smile she gave him was apologetic and he could only straighten up with confidence in return. “No need to be sorry, this is what the Dauntless is for.” he reminded her. “And I'm more than confident my people will be on point and capable of handling their part.” “Good. They'll need to be.” The grim tone was not lost on him and Crofte looked toward Shas who nodded in return. “Will you be alright?” Mikh'a had followed her gaze to the woman who only waved a hand and with equal confidence said, “Aye I'll be alright. They won't see me comen' and if anything were tae happen there's always open communication on my end as well.” “Then I trust the next we meet we'll be on point.” Crofte looked toward the window behind Mikh'a and the setting sun. “The hour grows late, we should be on our way to take care of things in Ul'dah.” There was an awkward pause, and a raised brow reminded the boy he'd locked the door. Grunting to hide his panic he moved swiftly to release Coatleque and Shas from their would-be office prison. “I'll be sending someone to see you soon,” Crofte added as he opened the door. “Jana Ridah. She's part of the Free Brigade but I believe she'll be helpful to you in the absence of the Sworn's assitance.” “I'll keep an eye out for her.” Mikh'a smiled. Salute. He initiated it this time, ending the conversation with a far more graceful salute than he'd pulled off in the beginning, near flawless in its execution, and it was returned by the women with equal practiced grace. “Be safe.” He could never remember which of Eorzea's gods were appropriate to call to people as they were traveling in to the night, and omitted them as often as he could both to save himself the humiliation of offending someone, and because of personal conflict in beliefs. “You as well, Lieutenant.” “Aye, watch yourself.” Shas gave Mikh'a a nod, the last from the room. Mikh'a shifted to watch them down the hall and out the front of the building, though he didn't follow. They parted right, as he went left to his lab while unfolding the Dreadnought plans once more. Maybe I can do this..

Holy CRAP that is useful. Excuse me while I take that. Sometimes it doesn't like to work sadly, the wait text that is and it's usually after I myself die, but most of the time it works perfectly fine. If anyone could suggest a way to make it better and more fool proof, I'd really love to hear it! I'm going to mess around with it a bit, so if I come up with anything I'll definitely let you know. It's brilliant nonetheless.

Holy CRAP that is useful. Excuse me while I take that.

Lol all of my macros are based on hover healing. Just hover your mouse over an avatar, or a name, and you'll heal them. They're all exactly the same, except the names of the spells are changed. /ac "Cure" /macroicon "Cure" I guess I have a couple of other ones though. This one changes bars between dps and heals based on whether or not I'm dpsing or healing, since I have too many heal spells to smoosh dps spells on the same bar. /macroicon "Cleric Stance" /ac "Cleric Stance" /hotbar change 4 /macroicon "Cleric Stance" /ac "Cleric Stance" /hotbar change 1 And then the standard eye for an eye or resurrection macros. One day I'll give them flavor. /p Used Eye for an Eye on ! /p Casting Resurrection on ! /a Raising !

FITE ME. :: puts up fisticuffs :: That said... This is the story of my life... I keep looking at it, especially because there are people that I need to take off of the wiki or move to different places, and I'm just like... this is so much work. @_@ WHY IS IT SO MUCH WORK. I'm lazy.

The first thing I thought of was literally Free Willy. I made the mistake of reading this comment while drink diet coke.

[align=center][/align] ....ahahaha this is fun.

The first thing I thought of was literally Free Willy.

[align=center] It's an invasion.[/align]

Short, sweet natured nerds. >_> I play them allllllllll the time. Always short, always stupid naive, and almost always nerds.

Mikh'a met one already and his reaction was along the lines of "2904832904832jfklsdnafsdaocndasrueowqpauriedosafhjsdanc /panic" But then he calmed down. And then he tried to heal him because he was hurt. And then he got mad because the guy felt the need to pick him up and walk off with him like he was some kind of midget. ( Because he is. ) And now he's fascinated and wants to poke at them.

DDR was so popular for a while when I was in HS that they modified gym class to include it. @_@ It was glorious.

Man... I don't even know how to feel about the idea that they're going to be done completely. I can't recall a time before Konami at his point as far as my gaming life goes. Agonizing hour after hour of perfecting dance moves at the bowling alley on DDR before we could get our own in house copy! The first game my dad ever introduced me to as a small child was Contra. He'd sit me on his lap when he came home from work and we'd play together. ( And by together I mean he'd give me an unplugged controller, lolol. ) It's... wow. Feels.

You're right. It'd actually be neat if they actually put these as loading screen tidbits. Little "The more you know!" texts.