Kurt S.

Soo...are they like the PLD of healers. Where they get important shit at level 40?

So I was trying to level Allene's summoner. Someone told me I should just queue as a scholar to cheese the levels. Being an idiot I decided hey that sounds swell. Brayflox it is then! So let's recap what I did wrong. - I did not buy a keeper's hymn to respec to MND. - I did not buy any MND boosting accessories. - I don't know if i should have been dropping Bio II, Miasma, Bio, Aero on one thing. - THEN BANE ALL FOUR TO EVERY OTHER THING. - On top of healing the tank. - Ran 90% of the dungeon in Cleric stance and not even noticing it. - Panicked when I saw the 4 poison stack on the tank and not knowing how to remove it. I still don't. - I was running out of MP which I heard was impossible for SCH's. - I WAS STILL SPECCED TO BE A SMN. - I felt proud of myself when everything was aggro'd to me. Then I realized I have no foresight, no rampart, not hallowed ground nor holmgangbangarang, hell not even blood bath and vengeance. - Lolphysick spam like I do on BLM Kurt. - MY ONLY HEALING EXPERIENCE IS DROPPING EMERGENCY LOLPHYSICK AS BLM KURT/SMN ALLENE What I did right. - No one died. Like not even Eos. Things I'm not sure about. - Should I not have been dropping Adlo 24/7? - Eos 24/7 yea or nay?

Sofine Iseterre. - Rogue giraffe is framed for killing fellow rogues and being a pirate's mistress. Rogue giraffe actually kills fellow rogues in her quest to clear her name. Will never clear her name.

So I took another really crappy selfie, that I only see my back. A BACKFIE Anyway found random Chachan. Still haven't asked for his autograph.

*Brute force bodyguard - your arcanist friend is yea close to submitting his dissertation thesis but he's severely unwell on the final day with 99% of it done. Oh noes. It's up to you to finish it for him. On the one hand, you can ask him about it, hell even be instructed on what to write. On the other hand, 'what is writing?'

I found a random Nailah I'm like 'What do I do?' Do I like shake her hand? Or like gush a like a fan? Ask for her autograph? Take a selfie(cue rich valley girl accent) with her? So I sort of did all of the above. Also ran into the Odette but I couldn't take a selfieeeh (in heavy rich valley girl accent)

Allene sat and stared. Studying her open tome, there were clear marks that some of the pages had a little too many errors on them. Newer ink strokes overlapped older ink strokes. She tried, several times, to blow quite the annoying lock of hair that seemed to irritate the already irritable girl that was armed and ready with a quill and an expensive bottle of enchanted ink. Geometries of the same structure but with slight alterations to them produced the same outcome with various 'complications' in each instance of the structured code. All of them labeled 'half working' by the owner. Her brown gaze narrowed at the yellow aetherical marmot across her. Lips turning into a slight frown as the simple creature simply stared at the wall. Drooling. That got her attention. It wasn't the first time it's happened but she couldn't help but groan each time. "Dogbuncle..." The yellow marmot turned its vacant expression toward her. Aether dripping out of its stupid simple grin. Dissipating into wherever. "Well at least your respond to your name now..." She beckoned the construct over, cradling it in her arms. It behaved like a dog too. The massive tail wagging and making a nice little breeze while it tried to lick her face. She squashed his head away trying to keep the affection to a minimum. "You're also less annoying when you can't talk. Seriously. Don't just blurt out my thoughts to strangers. I don't care if he was hot or that I really wanted to talk to him or even that his smile makes me melt a little. You don't just blurt out, with your aetherical whatever, in my voice, or a bastardization of it 'hey you're hot' then run over to me. That is not cool, Dogbuncle." She shook her head firmly. It just tilted its head before finally disappearing from the insufficiency of aether. Allene sighed and got back to work. Dogbuncle was far from a success.

For Kurt. It's making things go boom. And cooking. For Allene it's discerning the quality of shiny things or even ores. That and watching Dogbuncle harass other patrons.

That moment when you finally get into a fucking dungeon. So you can get swiftcast because apparently it's Provoke levels of important. But whoop de fucking do you get dc'd. And worse. Every. Time. You try to relog. Hell even just reconnect to the server. You're smacked with every Lobby server connection error. Ever.

I swear I had to double take and make sure I didn't in fact read Jolly Joe. Anywaaaaay Jolly Roe is always welcome, hope I get to chuck one of my characters at you though I can't immediately think of some way a La Noscean born chef/merc or an Ul'dahn...'entrepreneur', for lack of a better title, can get in touch but I'll figurr something out @u@

Limsan accomplice to foreigner throwing fish guts at Ossuary! Does Limsa Lominsa have something to say to Ul'dah!?

If your character was in the vicinity of someone famous, maybe even their idols and the people they idolize, maybe a celebrity or Eorzea's equivalent of one what would they do. Like they know 'X' Famous person is there, right there within reach and earshot, minding their own business. Somehow (eorzea's equivalent of) paparazzi's nowhere to be found, neither are there any rabid fans. Hydaelyn's blessing or something I dunno. What would they do? How would they react? Would they be frozen shut in a state of "what to do"? Maybe walk over and strike up a conversation? Figure out some way for popular-senpai-chan-san-sama to notice them? I know Kurt would probably strike up a conversation in a heartbeat because who knows when else you'll find Eorzea's equivalent of Gordon Ramsay alone and probably good enough to give you tips on how to make your own simple yet flavorful La Noscean meal. This totally didn't spring into my head because while waiting for Eleni and her crew to show up in the GS, I saw the name 'Aya Foxheart' out of the corner of my eye and was like stuck in a state of 'what do, omaigad what do'

Xaela sporting the Nine Hair? Yes please. Also the whole engineer angle is always interesting I wonder if I can't chuck Kurt at her and see what happens on the mechanical side @u@-b

Killing people? Kurt's done that a lot. Kind of comes in when the leve calls for say pirate extermination. It's as simple as they deserve it for him. He won't kill or even try to hurt anyone without a direct rhyme or reason to it. Now for game and wildlife. That's another thing entirely. It's kill or be killed after all. That and sometimes to catch your own fresh ingredients of a specific kind of boar native to this one region or other. Though of course he also grew up on his mother's stories and she WAS a pirate captain. Now she's a privateer but still. Allene, on the other hand, hasn't killed a man or woman and would probably be haunted by it after the fact. For animals and beasties she makes it a point to always have an edge over and read up on them. Though her method will always be the quickest cleanest way. Not that she isn't capable of being cruel to them.

Thank you so much for the help Sounsyy @u@-b

So I was wondering if there were any lore dumps on carbuncles and what they're made of. Since I've had Allene toting around an IC carby that comes in many different iterations as she tries to make a good geometry to fit her specifications. With varying results: -Normal Carbuncle. -Half-materialized Carbuncle. A normal carbuncle but more see through in general and is akin to like a cloud of misty aether that people can walk through. -Thought dog carbuncle. In that somehow this carbuncle can speak her random thoughts as well as whatever random thing is on its mind. Example. The carbuncle had walked up to the armored highlander at the levecounter. Allene had already begun perusing the leveplates. All of the sudden, her carbuncle had began to paw at the highlander's shins and sniffing the plate around it. The highlander had paid it no mind as he had begun perusing the available leves too. Then both her, the levemete counter and the highlander froze as voice, in a low baritone spoke out. "He smells like a beggar! But a hard working beggar! But still a beggar! but hardworking! Filthy ala mhigans should help Ul'dah get better not just squat in the alleyways! I wonder what I'll be having for dinner later maybe it's something tasty. Twelve I hope this man won't be soliciting my services. Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact just be smooth. Ooh ooh he's fragrant, I smell a BAT FANG! Can I have it. Can I. Have it. The bat fang. Pleeeaaasee." Then a bout of silence followed though its aetherically blue tail still wagged like a common dog. Moments later the carbuncle disappeared in an aetherical poof after it had blurted it's piece. Allene was thankful she hid the grimoire under her robes. -Unoptimized Carbuncle. Looks like a normal carbuncle, hits harder than a normal carbuncle. Stares at walls all day long, drools too. Drools excess aether that causes itself to disappear after a set amount of time. Yeah if that sounded like I don't know what I'm talking about it's probably because I don't and 99% of the time I'm just pulling stuff out of nowhere.

Well I'm not even mad There was a cookie and everything. @u@-b God I'm hungry

The highlander had placed a crate on the table between him and the robed midlander. The cloth of her robes decorated by spare bits of metal here and there, clinging onto linen that shrouded her. A sword was slung on one side of her hip, a grimoire on the other, both looking a little worn. The hood of her robes were drawn back. Grunting with effort he reached for the lid of the hardwood crate and swung it open for the midlander. In turn, a small smile danced on her lips. She reached over and grabbed one of the vials held by the crate, a sickly green liquid swirling inside the glass that she turned over and examined. All of the vials held within were arrayed neatly, kept in tidy little clusters of color that made it an organized listing of swatches, four colors in all, instead of a kaleidoscope of hues. "I'm honestly impressed, Roland. I thought it'd take a little while longer to assemble what I asked for." "Well, Allene, when you've got a wee little pup who thinks she can take the world on and not one whit of sense to dissuade her from her course. There's little and less that can stop a passionate woman like you." She had brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear as the weathered and rugged highlander spoke. Crow's feet wrinkling the corner of his eyes, grey streaks upon a black messy nest of hair. He had spoken in fatherly tone. Allene slipped the vial back into the crate. He shut the lid over the crate. She placed a sack of gil over the box. "And you, wee pup, can keep the gil. I got me a windfall and just used the excess to make yer order. Diluted banemite poison, now what could you possibly need this for?" "My reasons are my own, old man." "My my and you almost sounded like me daughter too. Thinkin she knows what's best. An' I know there are other methods to stop yer belly from growing. Ya don't need to chug any of this poison an' slowly kill yerself in the process." She fell silent, slumping back against the rickety oak chair. Her lips pressed into a thin line, arms crossed. Her gaze turning away from the worried highlander across the table. He scoffed and shook his head, the ratty greying nest dancing from side to side. Her attention was caught when she heard the heavy thud of her gil landing on the desk. It was almost thunderous. "If'n yer that worried about a wee one intrudin on yer fun, there's always some alchemist who could 'ave a solution to yer problem. Ya don't need a retired poisoner to 'elp ya. An' more to the point, that other solution probably won't have ya dancin with death every time." He held a finger over to her before she even spoke. A gesture so powerful in her contemplative state she had silenced herself rather easily. "An' I know, yer not doin it fer the fun. No' completely anyway. Fer the gil. Scared that monetarist lackey ain't gon' be done with yer family even tho' ya paid. But ye've met the quota, ya paid the debt against all odds. Yer father's got both his legs back and yer mother's decided to sleep more. 'ells yer favorite little brother looks up to ye and the twins too." He leaned over and reached for the sack, dropping it on her lap. "Ya don't need to be so desperate this time. Look, yer not me daughter but it kills me to see ya come here bruised and wounded because the gil was good but the man was all flavors a cruel. Ya get a little more leeway to choose who you sell yer body to and what ya do with the earnins. 'Ells with yer father back at Nanawa Mines like nuthin ever happened, ya could let go of sellin yer body fer 'owever long it takes for another tragedy ta hit." "And that's how I cope. Look, the only reason I haven't gone bald of the stress is because of that. A little outlet, a slave to my desires, and I get gil out of it too. My vice saved my family." "And yer vice isn't masochism innit?" "No." "Thought so. I won't tell ya to stop, though I would like nothing more than to. Ye've yer mind set on it but at least leave summodat gil for better purposes. Not ones that get ya killed. I dun mind at all that you come to me for all manner of nasty things to shower yer blade in for that edge ya need, but when ya use it on yerself it's nuthin short of bafflin really. H-hey. Allene? Allene!" The highlander had stopped. He found it odd that the midlander was so uncharacteristically quiet as went about lecturing her. He found it odd that even with the tent flap open she was sweating like it was in the middle of the hottest day. He caught her just before her cheek decided it was a good idea to kiss the wood of the table. Her body was almost limp in his arms and he'd feel the heat just seeping through the linen of her robe. He quickly moved her to the sole hammock within the confines of the tent he lived in. Quickly taking the sweat stained robe and shirt off her leaving her with her sleeveless hempen shirt and the leather skirt that hugged her waist after he had taken her boots off as well. Just as he turned to leave the tent, he stopped when he'd hear her chuckling on the hammock, rushing over to see if the midlander needed anything he knelt down beside her on one knee. "W-well didn't expect myself to collapse so easily after finding it so hard to sleep for the past...oh three days. Y'know how hard it is to find people to just...revel with you in your little victories. Odd how..no one, literally no one in Ul'dah was interested in the prospect of free drinks. Three day celebration of my triumph over the forces of debt collectors!" She began to rant sooner or later. Allene was vaguely aware of another voice, female this time. Probably Roland's wife. She was aware how everything was inexplicably wet and hot and uncomfortable. Then it started to feel cooler and drier, a little more comfy, a little less scratchy. A great lull that just felt like her worries evaporated. Morning came, she pushed aside the flap of the tent and was greeted by blinding light, her clothes neatly folded ontop of highlander woman's arms, the woman who was walking in her direction. A man waving at her perched in front of a crude cook fire. "Mornin' pup, or rather, good middle o the day. Now dintcha have a leve you said you wanted to get done? Get dressed and go put me products ta use!"

Something like John Wick would enthrall Kurt. That said he'd probably watch but never admit to watching romantic comedies or romamce movies in general cuz he's a hopeless romantic like that. I dunno much in this genre but something from here would be his actual favorite. Allene would pretty much enjoy something like The Wolf of Wall Street. Nah's going to end up a huge superhero movie buff with the Dark Knight Trilogy as a go to.

I'm honestly wondering if we can use a Mistbeard imitation mask...

I guess I ended up writing and implying myself into a corner with her. Most of the interactions she's had are usually those one off things. Like you meet these people for the best part of...5 minutes and then they're gone forever. I dunno I thought it'd be cool to write that into her. How she's literally being left alone by her ego...but then that never exactly panned out like I thought it would. Left her in a mindset of 'hey I'm still pretty lonely anyway what's the point?' I mean I would like to just handwave some of that stuff in behind the scenes, but I've done so much behind the scenes with her I sometimes I wonder why she was ever IC again in the first place. I mean it'd be cool to have someone slap the whiny little bitch out of her, but if it's just back to the same 'this happened behind the scenes' because there is no one out there who has the balls to slap the bitch out of her...I dunno. It just really makes me wonder if she's an actual RP character at this point with so much done in the background. It also probably doesn't help that for the most part I can like RP her at like 12 midnight after a long day. Yes my timezone pretty much puts my non-busy hours at EST mornings/ EU afternoons (I think) and I gotta say, with the Quickie Sands as my metric, place is pretty dead. Then just lie down and remember how she USED to handle these things versus how she just handled it.

So say for example you've quite the irredeemable character. Hell one that you yourself find a little less appealing to be, and a complete disconnect on what they are and what they were supposed to be. The way they talk walk and act pretty much kills any rp you'd ever get out of em. What would be better? Rewrite them, their personality I mean. Straight up resocialization program. Complete with a new goals package. Assuming I can figure out what the new goal would be. Pretty much twist the essence of their character into something else entirely Continue with it, hoping that someone, somewhere, somehow is going to fix em through IC interaction. Though that looks like quite the arduous method. Scrap them to make way for another character entirely. Just hold down ctrl z until even before day 1. Others? Just really dunno what to do with a certain character who's literally an egotistical whiny spoiled self-centered ass to everyone they meet. Let's not forget rooooooodddddd

When the tank does not know what Shield Oath is. Because sometimes pointing a gun at something isn't enough, that's when you need to get flashy.

I need to really hound this roe for some more rp. Gotta say she pulled off being Kurt's sort of guide before, I'm confident she can pull it off again and again. Definitely engaging that I'm suffering my vitamin SW withdrawal. Send help. Oh god...the withdrawal... hnnnngggggg

Promiscuous and Passionate Patron Peddling (body) to People of all Places for Profit and Personal (gain). -Allene Rose, Debt payer, Amajina and Sons foreman daughter.