Jig

A client approaches me with his wife. Client: "Two tickets please." Me: "For The Hobbit?" Client: "No... that's actually my wife. John Wick please" Priceless.

Innitiative: - Inessa - Meiko Day 1 The Goblet - Neneji's estate. Situated in the most expensive part of the goblet the estate was in fact a huge mansion. Rich decorations adorned the walkways, walls and windows. Inessa got throug a rich looking garden when she stood by the big door leading inside. In front of them, two, suit-dressing, bald Roegadyn took guard. - "Hold. State your business." - one of them stoped Inessa with a gesture. - "I'm helping with the investigation. I'm here to see Mister Neneji." - the detective explained. Bodyguards gazed at each other and nodded, as one of them dissapeared inside the mansion. It took a while... - "Mister Neneji will see you... Follow me." - Bodyguard invited her inside. The mansion was even bigger in the inside. Mazes of corridors and walls full of art pieces might seem similar at the first glance, making it easy to get lost inside. Finally bald roe opened a huge door with golden additions, revealing a very dark room. Inessa could swear she smells blood. - "Mister Neneji awaits inside." - Roegadyn invited her with gesture. In the dark room there was four people... one Lalafell - obviously Fafonji Neneji, two even bigger roegadyn and one awfully beaten Miqo'te. Two guards were holding the cat-boy by his arms forcing him to kneel before Neneji, as the Lala slapped this poor bastard. - "WHO IS HE?!" - Neneji yelled at his victim. - "Fuck you!" - Miqo'te smiled showing his bloodstained teeth, and spat with his gore on Fafonji's face. Answering that attitude, Lala slapped the guy once more and grabbed his ear, squeezing it really hard, making the cat let out painful scream. - "I WILL NOT ASK AGAIN!" - "Sir." - one of the roegadyn dared to interrupt. -"WHAT?!" - Lala gazed at the room's entrance as his bodyguard pointet at the newcomer. -"Oh... Fine" - Neneji gestured as roegadyn gagged Lalafell's victim, tied his hands and threw him in the darkest corner of the room. Inessa had now the opportunity to take a closer look at her... host. Neneji was one elegantly clothed Lalafell with dark skin, and big red eyes. His black hair had some bloodstains, along with his face. His clothes - purple robe with golden threads as decorations, and a black turban with platinum additions. His clothes were covered by white apron, filthy with blood. -"So!"- Fafonji smiled at his guest. - "I'm Fafonji Neneji. What can I do for you, Miss... Hara, right?" Day 1 The Quicksand - "Goblet, Ward 13, Plot 22" - Seth answered. - "Fafonji Neneji's estate that is. I took care of this beforehand. I won't be accompanying you so you can keep the bounty, however... I might find some use of... some tip for taking some effort and finding you information. I'm streetwise you know... well able to find some valuable stuff on streets. You have no idea what people can loose there... Animals, Money, Clothes, Masked Burglar's indentity..." - Seth smiled slyly and gave Meiko a small, rolled piece of paper. - "I also made an effort of making sure what "The Flea" has left on the crime scene." She'd developed the scrolled paper just to see: The stuff is written in Seths, crooked handwriting. Well... better this than nothing... -"I suggest, you start looking for your answers. I'll finish my ale and maybe start looking for some more info."

Truer words have never been spoken, my friend. Pour him some ale!

Some people are unable to understand that the ones that serve them are people too... It's friggin annoying. I get this a lot from working in the movie theatre. Reservations being canceled automatically 15 miunutes before viewing. (and this is stated and written in bold ) and people tend to come for such movies like The Hobbit 20 minutes before the ovie starts just to see a HUGE-ASS line and... complain at employees ofc. GOSH!

Innitiative: - Inessa - Meiko (Explanation: Innitiative is of course order which the players takes their moves to progress the story. It may change depending on the events, charaters actions, new people joining the investigation etc. etc.) Day 1 Fitzroy's office background music Captain sat with his hands holdin the head. He struggled not to sleep. Last night was a nightmare. He'd probably held his head not to loose it. The door to his office opened with a creak. It was Grad. He'd peek inside. -"C-Captain? There's a guest awaiting to meet you" -"Is he The Flea, Private?" - Fitzroy gazed upon his subbordinate with resignation. -"No. It's a courrier." -"Tell him to get lost..." The courrier nonshalantly went in without waiting for Vincent's invitation. He holds a letter. - "Is that another bribe?" - Fitzroy couldn't help to leave such a comment. - "Sir, I have a letter for you. It's from Investigator Hara. The one who takes most of the expensive job's that the Brass Blades usually offer." - errand boy retorted. - "Hara... Hara...?" - Captain tried to recall the name. - "An investigator?" - the courrier nods. Captain jumped over the desk and snatched the letter from courriers hands. -"Well why don't you told that to begin with?!" - Vincent glovered at the man and started to read the message. Immidiately after he'd start writing a new one, and pushed it to courrier's hands. - "Give it to Hara, and only her... Understand?" - guest answered with a nod and left. -"Captain, are you sure it is a good idea?" - Private let out his doubts. -"It's either her or Neneji's goons. You're free to go and talk with them..." -"Point taken..." Day 1 The Quicksand Meiko was sitting alone at the bar, having her thoughts circling around The Flea's indentity, motives and a ridiculously high bounty. She'd bend crumple the paper she was holding while waiting for Seth to show up. "You really must hate this guy, you'd bent his face pretty badly." - Seth appeared out of nowhere like he usually does and sat next to Meiko. - "Hello there, Miss Amano, waiting for someone?" - the boy sent her a sly smile. It's like he knew she'd b here now and waited for the right moment to make a dramatic, out-of-sudden entrance like in some criminal stories. Day 1 Inessa's place Knocking could be heard at door to Inessa's room. The courier she'd sent lately to Captain Fitzroy's office returned with a reply. The courier gave Hara her letter and stood still awaiting possible next order. She couldn't help the feeling of juicy sarcasm pouring out of the paper... Along with the letter there was a piece of paper with captains handwriting on it: [align=left] [/align]

Xwr-7nkTuX4 Just saying... (Couldn't find a better copy tho...)

[align=center]Wanted.[/align] [align=center]“The Flea”. [/align] [align=center]Two million gil. [/align] [align=center]On the courtesy of Captain Vincent Fitzroy of the brass blades.[/align]

(First of all. This is my first thread like that so take it easy on me! ^^ Second of all. Let's play a game. Read the story and get clues for the mystery! Treat it like it's forum RP. Everytime someone comes with a correct answer for a riddle and actually post what his character does to solve it, the thief will leave another one. It's up to you if you will find the stolen goods and catch the burglar. There is one rule. I'm taking care of the progress in the story Good luck adventurers!) [align=center]The Flea Circus.[/align] [align=center]Chapter 1[/align] [align=center]Hattrick[/align] Captain Vincent Fitzroy of the Brass Blades had a relaxing day. No crime committed at all. No one to get arrested. No pesky sultansworn… A Perfect day. Vince slicked his dark-brownhair and settled down for a nice mug of hot lominsan coffee. The taste of it was divine. The Captain enjoyed it. Nothing could ruin this perfectly serene day. Almost nothing… -“CAPTAIN!”– It was Grad. Recently hired rookie Brass Blade, under Fitzroy’s command. Eighteen years old blonde, tossed some envelope on Captain’s desk. -“It better not be another bribe… I’m tired of getting accused of this shit. This better be good.” – Captain groaned upon seeing ever-annoying rookie. -“No captain! Nothing like that!” Grad retorts as he opens the envelope. Captain was somehow disappointed… “It’s a poem, captain.” Captain gazed at his subordinate like he was an idiot. “You shouldn’t have…” – Vincent answered ironically. The rookie continued. -“It wasfound at a crime scene. We have a burglar in Ul’dah, cap.” Vincent opened his eyes in ave. That was new. -“A burglar? What was stolen? Who was the victim?” – captain kept asking questions making Grad a little unsettled. -“Uh… A hat…” -“A HAT?! ARE YOU FRIGGIN KIDDING ME, PRIVATE?!” -“N-No sir!It was a four hundred thousand gil worth top-hat, finished with golden threads and expensive jewels!” -“What idiot would like to have something like this?! This is stupid. Like… Like I don’t have anything to spend money on, sheesh… Stupid.” -“It was Fafonji Neneji, sir. A monetarist.” -“Well…that explains a lot. Any clues as to who might have wanted to steal such stupid item? Any evidence?” -“Only this note, sir. Mister Neneji found it in the place when his hat used to be.” [align=center][/align] Captain’s mind floated away as he tried to understand the note. Then, Vincent noticed a signature. Someone actually cared to leave his sign on a note. - “The flea…” - he read it aloud. “Who would like to take a name like this? It’s stupid.” - “You’re saying the word ‘stupid’ dor the third time today, sir!” - “Shut up, private!” -“Sir!” As the Brass Blades had their conversation, door opened loudly. Dark skinned Lalafell entered along with two suits wearing, bald Roegadyn. The guest snapped his fingers as one of his goons lifted him up to let the shorty look straight into captains eyes. -“Captain Fitzroy…” – Lala spoke with calm, yet intimidating tone. -“M-Mister Neneji… What brings you here today?!” – it seems that monetarist’s tone was effective. -“I want my hat back.” -“I figured…” -“What was that?” -“N-Nothing sir!” -“I want this Flea-guy on a silver platter! I am paying you and I demand results. No results – no payment. Also… I would like to add that it makes me angry. Fill it with zero results and we will have a new equation! Angry Mister Neneji – Headless Captain Fitzroy! Are we clear, captain?!” – as it would seem, Mister Neneji was good with his math, as a monetarist should be. As soon as he yelled, he snapped his fingers again and left along with his crew. After a moment door opened violently again as Neneji peeked inside. “AND FIND MY HAT!”. Then he left for good. Dead silence fell upon two Brass Blades. After a while the private opened his mouth. -“ You seem scared, captain.” -“SHUT UP!” -“Sir!” -“We need to find that burglar…” -“But we’re no investigators sir!” -“So find someone! I don’t know… Prepare some wanted posters!” -“We don’t know how does ‘the flea’ looks like sir…” -“Think of something, private! Make some posters, offer a ridiculously high bounty and hang them around.” -“Where, sir?” -“EVERYWHERE!” Next day: [align=center][/align] [align=center](Wanted.[/align] [align=center]??? [/align] [align=center]“The Flea”. [/align] [align=center]Two million gil. [/align] [align=center]On the courtesy of Captain Vincent Fitzroy of the brass blades.)[/align] -“WHA-WHA-WHAAAAAAAT?!”– captain almost flipped. He stared at the poster with his mouth opened. Fitzroy was left speechless. -“What’s wrong captain?” -“Two million gil?! Are you mad?!” -“You wanted it to be ridiculously high.” -“NOT THAT RIDICULOUS!” Captain rubbed his forehead, trying to calm down. “Tell me you didn't hang them yet...” -“Uh… I did…”as rookie hanged his head answering captain’s question, Vincent cried internally. -“Great! Splendid job, you idiot! Now we have to PAY this ridiculous bounty to anyone who manages to catch the guy… Or wait until Neneji will get our heads… We’re screwed…”

*hypes like crazy* OHMANOHMANOHMAN!

*squeaks like a little girl* It's officially my new phone wallpaper now! :3 *dies of the overdose of cuteness*

The Professor was positively surprised by Martsia's sudden geek-talk, regardless of the subject being not his field of knowledge, nor interest. He tried, however, to retort. "And what do you think about using Mythril? It's lighter and tougher than regular steel or iron. It doesn't need to be tempered much... and is no alloy. Pure destructive power in a blade even I'm capable o holding... Using it properly is other story. I just think axe suit you better, Miss Martsia. I'm impressed." Despite warm words, Jigumundo spared Martsia any smile. He just looked at her with slightly squinted eyes and raised eyebrows. Professor proceeded to watch some other fine pieces of crafting the merchant had to offer but failed to find anything of his interest. "This is a weapon stand... I need some alchemical reagents." - he mumbled to himself and turned away just to notice Ana. "Look, Miss Martsia... isn't that Miss Ana?"

Nothing at all. :3

My character is actualy a teacher so you can always contact Professor Jigumundo Darkbore from University of Aether for some tutoring

Noticing Martsia's concerm Jig approached her with a slightly forced smile. Probably to encourage her a bit that no one's getting to miss the lunch: "Don't worry, Miss Martsia. I'm going to satisfy your taste too. Hopefully..." Realising how awkward this statement is, he patted her back carefully, not knowing her reaction. The Professor wasn't a very good guy to be encouraged by... Then , Jig took some interest in those weapons she was checking out. However the interest was honest as... not really. However, this one white haired dork thought that it will cheer her up somehow. He was a poor comorter. Why would he do all of this anyway? Jigumundo is a bad and dangerous guy. At least in the terms of personal safety with all this suicidal and explodive tendencies. Maybe a mad man? A mad scientist perhaps? "Nice Axe" - He finally let it out with an awkward expression of corkiness and dishonesty. Almost like he didn't really know what to say.

Flashing ona a beach has never been so much fun. Also this: 39YUXIKrOFk Dayum, Jig, yo sexy butt!

Jig shook his head on the idea of Melody buying lunch. His pride took enough punches... "No. It's fine. I can afford some lunch for us. Don't worry." - a devilish smile appeared on his face while saying this like he's got some idea. - "Yes. I can afford some..." Or maybe he didn't smiled at all? Hard to tell. "I'm just going to save some money buy buying lesser quality reagents for my recent experiment... Let's see... Bomb Ash... Mhm... Sulfur... Yes... Uh... Fire sands..." Jig kept mumbling to himself something that sounded like ingredients to make something explosive. "Oh! As for lunch I would recommend Deep Fried Shroud Bulb Stripes with an Antellope Steak Sandwitches. And of course good old Lemon Balm Tea for a drink. What do you say?"

Not only he lost but Pyro noticed some greens on the road and decided to stop immidiately, causing Jig to fly like a boulder launched from a catapult, landing a few inches before Finish line. He stood up and crossed the finish line on foot, absolutely embarassed. Then Melody started dancing. He was about to get angry, but instead smiled like a dork seeing her this happy. The realisation of total failure suddenly came in when Martsia asked for a lunch. "Where? Probably in a kitchen where yo..." he tried to answer sarcastically to Martsia with his usual not so rude, yet totally inapropriate riposte, but noticed Melody's gaze. Gaze that said: "Finish this sentence, I dare you". "...where yoooou, will see me preparing it." He didn't dared. He rolled his eyes and looked at his money pouched. Professor cried internally. He had to admit his defeat. That's tough. "Right after we finish our shopping..." Sigh. A deep, painful sigh.

"What...?" Jig watched the girls leaving him behind. Then sudden realization hit him straight to the face. I'm third... they are racing... I'm going with them... Last one buys lunch... have money only for ingredients and little less for food... 2+2=... HOLY CRAP! "MOVE IT, PYRO!" Jigumundo hopped a bit to give his steed sign to run. But Pyro knew better... It started beaking the ground in the search of some food. - "I said, Move it!" - "Kweh!" Pyro cared none for Jig's money. Only for food. The Professor had to be smarter if he wanted to win the race and what comes with it - save some money. "Loser will buy you greens, you ungrateful glutton!" After this words, Pyro's spirit heated up with the feeling of competition and more important, the prize. Delicious, sweet, green prize. He started running... no... Launched itself into wild sprint almost dropping professor behind. Jig almost fell. He grabbed the reins at the last moment. Pyro was about to catch up with Nicodeme. He ran with unstopable gluttonous rage. His eyes were burning with passion for food. His stomach was roaring with lust for tasty Gyshahl Greens.

"Good. Let me fetch up my ride then!" Jig whistled. Almost instantly a loud patter could be heard from the distance. Jig looked around and saw... Nothing? "Where is this useless bir..." The 'useless bird' he tried to mention, jumped from behind a tall wall, landing on it's master. The yellow chocobo, clothed in black attire, with a white mask on a beak was oblivious that his master was under it's foot. Jig mumbled something from down there but his voice was muffled by dirt in his mouth. The big bird looked around in searh of his owner, but failed to notice him. Jig partially crawled from under the avian toes and spit out the dirt. "Pyro! You big, yellow dumb... WHOOOA!" Pyro - as Jig named him - catched his master with it's beak and launched him in the air. This time Professor landed safely on back of his faithful, yet silly steed. "UGH! I hate when he does that..." Jig grabbed Pyro's reins and looked at girls. "I think I'm good to go..." Indeed something about him was odd... And it was not brain damage. Something in his bright, emerald eyes that hid under large spectacles. Something disturbing. "On it, Pyro!" He ordered his chocobo as it jumped slightly, spread it's tiny wings and took position to run...

"Adventurous? No. Suicidal, maybe..." He answered having his thoughts somewhere else. Jig gazed at both girls and continued. "Since my bomb appeared to be more unstable than I thought I need to create a new one which means... buying some ingredients, if I want to continue testing... Gathering them would be a pain though, I..." He continued, mumbling to himself. His face grew red in embarassment, when he realised that no one was listening. "I... uhm... I mean the lesson. Yes. I learned something very useful here. Bombs explode and gravity hurts." He probably just suffered severe brain damage due to a hard fall. Or he's just dumb. He imiddiately sobered up as he sensed some hidden hostility from Martsia. He quickly forgot that the entire situation from before was in fact a huge misunderstanding. "Oh. Excuse me, Ladies. Am I interupting something with my explosive entrance, am I not?"

Martsia could participate in an „Entrance of a century” contest but she would have a worthy rival... As theyhead out, girls spotted an unidentified flying object – a flying flaming ball with small hands. The flaming ball had a face that shown an expression of panic. The burning object was in fact – a bomb. The creature was held by something hanging behind it. That someTHING quickly became someONE as they spotted elegantly dressed Lalafell with white hair and huge glasses covering his emerald eyes. Is it a bird? Or maybe an airship? No… It’s Jigumundo. “GET! DOWN!” He shouted at a burning, panicked creature as it dragged him behind in mid-air. They were at a formidable height, one must admit. “I promise, You’re going to be okay! Only a few tests!” As he yelled again, promising a safe return to a Bomb, it started to freak out even more. It looked like an air-show when the monster performed an acrobatic flying tricks to shake of the Professor. “Stoooo-ooooo-ooooo-oooo-p!” The bomb got noticeably brighter as it panicked even more. Like it would… “Oh nonononononononoo!” …and it did. A huge explosion shook the surroundings, along with a big black cloud that appeared on the sky after the bomb went off. An object could be noticed falling out of thecloud. It was Jig. He was descending very quickly, just for a rough landing on a roof of nearby building. Regardless of prediction that he’ll disrupt the peace of family living in the house he landed on by barging in through ceiling, he bounced off the roof and fell on nearby stairs. Rolling down, bouncing like a rubber ball with “Ouch”, “Oof” and “Bwah” getting out of his mouth, he ended up faceplanting right near the girls. He looked intact at the first glance; however his clothes were smoked and covered in dust and rubble. Probably some protection spell saved his sorry butt… He was lying there, not moving, only moaning, with his face kissing the ground.

A silver haired Lalafell was wondering the streets aimlessly while reading a book titled "Aether versus Magi-tech" when a pearlstick literally appeared from out of nowhere in front of his face. Startled he managed to catch his glasses and save them from falling to ground. After quickly adjusting the spectacles on his nose and recovering from near death experience of almost having heart attack, dapper Lala looked straight at the reporter. "I... Uh..." He tried to recollect the question that was posed to him. It was hard to tell what manner of thoughts ran through his mind. Based on his expression that went through anger, anxiety and to straight confusion mixet with social awkwardness, someone might have the feeling of something exploding somewhere far away. But no... Literally something exploded in the distance. "What do... I like about... Ul'dah?" The Lalafell looked wise and smart, yet seemed confused and empty-headed about question that was given to him. He looked away to think for a bit. Another few random emotions could be read from his expression like he's literally reliving all memories he's trying to recall about the city. The dapper Lala-gentleman mumbled something under his nose for a while. "It's-uh... the climate, I guess!" He furrowed his brows and gazed suspiciously at the reporter. "Who the heck are you anyway?!"

D'Aaaaaaww... Gonna frame this ^_______________________________^ O happy day! Will Avis finally get an Eternal Bond invitation. I got plenty more where that came from. Gonna make a bigger post when I get home from work later. *evil grin* Until then! This! Rainbow pukes inbound!

D'Aaaaaaww... Gonna frame this

Main Character's Name: Jigumundo Darkbore Brief description: Here (WIP) Usually online: Afternoons, eveinings GMT+01:00 (Depends on work schedule which is... kinda random) Intensity: Not experienced but willing to learn. Throw whatever you want at me