Dehqon

The crew went on another outing to some mine in Thanalan this time and I was brought along. Again. Underground areas seem to make wonderful lairs to all manner of terrible creatures, especially ones you wouldn't expect to be there. At least, thanks to practicing around Limsa and Ul'dah, I wasn't entirely terrified like the first time. There was enough money left over from the captain selling what was scavenged that I could buy some fancier clothes, but it won't matter. Nobody notices. Not even Rakka'sae noticed when I hugged him but I imagine he was distracted by so many other women around. One friend lost to the winds, I suppose, but perhaps I will meet others to help master magic with. Or to just read books with. Or just talk to. Who would have thought that a person could still feel so alone in a land full of people? Once I stop shaking, I should visit the Gate office and keep up on tests and lessons.

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I don't know whether I should scold the carbuncle or thank it when it jumped onto somebody I didn't recognize right away under so many other smells. I'll admit that I don't know how the carbuncle knew that we'd already met once before he'd been bound through the spell. This looks like something that requires training to avoid him jumping onto bad people, but at least he had been invited by Tyriont. A lalafell may not be so happy when a carbuncle mistakes a low stature for kneeling. The guild instructors wouldn't approve of a carbuncle jumping onto anybody and everybody. Exercise may help, but also basic training to be polite while working and around people until permission is given to play. That sounds harsh for a creature that doesn't think the way I do, but there will still be plenty of time to play.

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How could I have become such a savage to do something that could have lost the mentor I'd come to trust? Were it not for his kindness and mutual feelings, he could have walked away and demanded I never speak to him again. It may still be several days before I can look him in the eyes again but there is some consolation: the summoning was a success. Work and exploration will be much easier with a carbuncle at my side with keen senses and far greater courage than I've ever had in my entire life. Surely some of the courage from so many people will stay with me to turn me into something more like a normal woman. Not too much. I don't want to become overconfident and lose what little dignity I have left. I can't sleep, but I still feel so dizzy. At least I can read by light of carbuncle as he sleeps off a long afternoon of playing tag.

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I thought that I had made great progress over the past five years towards overcoming my fears, but one Seeker showed how terribly wrong I was to think that. We had only just introduced ourselves before he started behaving like some sort of hyur in heat. As terrible as it sounds to compare a hyur to that, it's the closest I can think of given various examples. At least he had the understanding to stop when I was able to ask. He was quick to find me again some time later but was just as quick to go about his business He was still friendly after I nearly bit him earlier, but would it be too soon to go adventuring with him? What about It should be alright. The others I have met have almost all vanished without a trace now. Perhaps busy, perhaps gone, but surely they would have left some clue that they still wished to talk, at least. No matter. There is still time in the day for something more to happen.

This was quite the busy day. My mentor, Kaed, came with me to another day of working at Red Rooster Stead, though he was better able to do the hard work of herding dodos. There was much more to be done, but an elezen I'd worked with a few times before appeared with food to share. And thoughts of food. How many hours passed as Edri tried to wax poetic in a way I was completely unfamiliar with. To be honest, I don't think either of us were paying one bit of attention beyond a few phrases, but commenting as rarely s we did may have only encouraged him to keep talking. He only stopped when my captain walked into the tavern and noticed me there. Things only became worse as Edri accused Captain of being no better than the bandits and pirates he regularly kills. Edri was then accused of being a hypocrite and murderer for not simply maiming the men and women instead. The captain could have turned to violence, but didn't even raise his voice. It was like a parent talking to a child who was on the verge of a tantrum. When Edri had left, everybody acted as if nothing had happened while I was the only one terrified. I couldn't even stay to speak with the few people at the table before having to lay down for feeling so ill.

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~~DISCLAIMER TIME~~ I have no artistic talent when it comes to drawing things but the inner perfectionist for art refused to give up, so I turned to "photography" as a means of remembering the places and people I've seen. It isn't nearly as personal as hand drawing a person in a pose that simply cannot be done within the game, but it's the closest I'll ever be able to come. Also, for the sake of not pissing SquareEnix off, I added the copyright stuff so I (hopefully) don't get calls from company lawyers for trying to steal work that clearly isn't mine and altering it with Photoshop filters. There's probably a rule against that in the TOS/EULA somewhere, but my brain always dies at about the first paragraph of legalese. Now, without further ado... Pictures! Not that I know how to link the actual pictures without breaking the forums from how big they are. http://tinyurl.com/k9l49bu http://tinyurl.com/l7slelo http://tinyurl.com/kq45w98 http://tinyurl.com/mw6l8mp http://tinyurl.com/lfxzzxx

The things that were stolen have been returned just in time to be accepted into the Arcanist guild. It wasn't long at all before I was even given a job from the Adventurer's Guild as well. It was a small job at Red Rooster Stead of picking fruit and berries, but vilekin had taken residence in the trees and bushes. It was the perfect practice for the spells I had already been practicing while the crops were rid of harmful insects, at least for a few days. It wasn't a lack of workers that brought the request to the guild, it was a lack of workers who felt food and pay were enough motivation to work. Other than having to climb into trees, the work was easy. The next job was harder as it involved tending to sheep nearly as tall as myself, but at least they were perfectly happy to stay back while I spread food around and even scooped litter into a bag. It seems that many former pirates are too used to sailing and piracy to find new talents doing anything else. They, like some passing adventurers, abandoned any garbage wherever was convenient with no regard for the animals that may eat it and be poisoned or suffer Twelve knows what other maladies. The few responsible farmers were glad to have an extra pair of hands, even though those hands were only useful close to the ground. When the day was done and I returned to the Arcanist Guild, there looked like less of a scowl on the roegadyn's face when she read how much I had done while also practicing the rudimentary spells. With the money earned from this day alone, I may be able to pay off one of the smaller debts.

~The lettering isn't quite as neat as the earlier entry~ A messenger dressed as amoogle found me with a letter from Limsa Lominsa. The paperwork to become a citizen was finally approved and I can finally look for better jobs. No word from Brom, but he is smart and tough. He'll find and bring back what was stolen. If he had a linkpearl, we could find a place to meet when he returns. Until then I will have to prepare for an adventure with my mentor. For once, I don't feel so afraid.

As somebody who has spent much time feeling like an outsider to the RP community, this is a great read. Especially the first part about how to break the stereotypes. A quick welcome from a group of roleplayers can make a newbie's day when they've bounced from one RP "hub" to another and been ignored (or worse, told to go away) by other roleplayers. There shouldn't need to be some secret sign to bypass the "elitist" shell of a clique. In fact I think that's why you'll sometimes see people stumbling around into taverns while bleeding to death or other cliche "LOOK AT ME" things: they're desperate for somebody, anybody, to respond and haven't felt any success by acting more normal. Or they may just be trolling, but that doesn't mean they should still be ignored and proven to that roleplayers are as elitist as always. The only other thing I've also run across is the ERP thing, to which I have this to say: There's more to life than relationships IRL, so why make your character's life (at least in public) all about who they are dating? A character who is fused at the shoulder with their significant other can give off Overly Obsessed Girlfriend/Boyfriend vibes which can be very unpleasant for those who've experienced it IRL. Not only that, but it ties into the elitist stereotype if the only people the couple will talk to are those deemed "safe" and play along with how cute they are all the time. That's enough rambling for now. Feel free to blast me for missing the point or whatever. :bomb:

I could try to throw Inja in there and see what happens this close to P4. kittynukeftw = shy Miqo girl

How long has it been? Too many days, at least, waiting and begging favors to survive and hiding from a terrible room mate. One good thing is coming up: more lessons in this new form of magic that may let me better defend myself. My mentor believes I'm nearly ready to learn how to summon a carbuncle and even gave me a gem that is somehow involved in the summons. It would be too dangerous to keep the gemstone with me or hidden in the room so it will stay somewhere safe until the time is right to use it. Hopefully soon. There has been no word on the transfer papers but at least I can expect my belongings to be returned some day. Unless that "secret" was a ruse. It won't matter if I can convince somebody to hire me full time in Limsa Lominsa and vouch for me to the authorities that I may as well live there full time. If that ever happens, I could stop caring about the missing items and find a new way to earn Gil and repay all of these debts. What else is there to write about? Perhaps the trick that got a man to clean his room, but that isn't nearly as fun on paper.

Lessons of how to wield magic as an arcanist began well enough. The first symbol was quite simple, no more than a circle, some lines, and two letters. That was enough to create mist from nowhere. Of course the one teaching was able to create far more fog with less time and effort, but he was vulnerable and easily distracted, though he may not have even considered a pretend attack from me. It only proves that learning in the safety of a classroom or library leaves a mage unprepared for emergencies. It may have to be added to future lessons. The lesson ended when his carbuncle decided to share its meal of live crickets as a show of friendship. There are many ways that a carbuncle could make a day more difficult if it feels offended so I did what had to be done. I still feel sick from it. At least now it may see me as a friend and won't try to share more living creatures. Living in an apartment with a woman who comes and goes at will is still very uncomfortable, especially since she tends to forget to knock. Sometimes the room smells funny, but at least it will be clean when I leave so the owners won't demand extra payment. Not that Ul'dah is famous for honest innkeepers.

Nobody should be left unarmed, even hen in sight of the camp, so K'latolo followed Kiht just far enough to throw the spear she'd been holding so it would land near him. She didn't even stay to watch how close the sharpened length of timber came but would know soon enough by any screaming, or lack thereof. Finding out what was going on by the cactus was more important for now so that's where she went with that false bravado back in place. She stopped several fulms away to watch and determine whether somebody was in need of a pinch to the ear, or if all was well.

Two women had taken off after the scream of the wayward child who hadn't been far away after all. K'latolo lets out a sigh and closes her eyes as she counts to five to let some of the fake authority drain away so she can relax again. She wasn't cut out for the whole Take Charge thing which is why she spent so much time scouting and hunting. Once she felt better grounded she reached down to grab the Tia by the back of his shirt and haul him to his feet. "Up with you. Doing okay?" Khit may have been a Tia but he was still part of the tribe and deserved attention in case anything was broken from being sit on.

Yesterday was a day I hope never to experience again if only to preserve what little dignity I may still have. How in Eorzea can a shelter for the poor expect to help the poor if it costs several hundred gil for only a couple of days? While nothing is truly free, even one hundred gil may be more than some are able to get after a whole day of hard work and no snacks or breaks. No matter, seeing as the room has been paid for several weeks in advance by somebody else. It's a shared room, which means a great deal of tension even when alone. One of the others may come in at any time and want to do Twelve know what for how long. At least the bed is softer than a park bench and the water is cool and clean. As soon as I can find steady work, the debts will be paid back and, Twelve be kind, some gil left over to help others in need as others have helped me.

~This entry isn't as fancy as the better entries where she had time and calmness to try out calligraphy~ Soliloquy was really busy tonight, compared to two or four other people like I'd gotten used to. New bread rolls were being passed around and I hope they are added to the menu. There was a new friend there who looked alone, so I went to talk to him until the noise from the rest of the bar became too much. Talk of research and books can only help so much when the rest of the room is in chaos. We went for a run, but never made it to where we decided to go before falling on our faces though he landed on his book bag which must have felt terrible. We had to rest and check for bruises, but ended up falling asleep instead.