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Kage · **10-26-2014, 03:00 AM**

The little lalafell dragaged his pack out, a set look on his face. He growled as he took a sign and hammered it onto the placard.

"House for repossesion. Previous owner is vacating the premises. All others to leave or take up ownership and debts."

Parvacake · **10-26-2014, 08:11 AM**

Lili crawled into bed and, for once, slept peacefully. She didn't wake up, didn't toss and turn, didn't call out for anyone in the night. Simply...slept. It wasn't until morning that she realized how long it had been since she got a good night's sleep.

Upon waking, she found that she actually had energy for once. Energy enough to go for a walk while dew was still on the ground. While walking through one of the various wards, she came upon a house that was in need of new owners. With hands in the pocket of her coat she studied the property with a roll of her shoulders.

Realizing she might know someone in need of such a place, she turned on her heel and lazily made her way back home.

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**Unnamed Mercenary** · **10-28-2014, 11:15 AM**

Franz made his way from the Airship Landing Station down into the hustle and bustle of Ulâ€™dah. Even thoughÂ the morning had just begun, one could already see merchants setting up shop, selling goods, and maybe trying to make an extra coin or fifty. It was hectic, but it had been what he called a temporary â€˜homeâ€™ for the last few moons. As he walked through the city, he wondered who he might encounter on his way to the Goblet.

It was a strange feeling, as if all of the people he had known were simply hiding. Not a single familiar face had been seen. Nor had any voices been heard. Even more odd was coming back to a home only to see a sign posted, saying it would be up for sale or repossession. Kage had abandoned his house.

Franz grumbled a little, looking at the sign. â€œThe little shite couldnâ€™t have at least told us personally?â€

He wouldnâ€™t wonder when it had occurred or whether anyone else knew. They were nearly as much strangers to him as he was to them. He hadnâ€™t seen Honzo in ages, Iron Sea was in Limsa Lominsa, and Natalie was dead. And Franz would not be taking legal ownership of something he couldnâ€™t even legally buy.

â€œIt would appear I am without a home once again.â€ The words stung a little, but heâ€™d managed. He would need to manage.

He hadnâ€™t returned to the house more than a handful of times himself, due to the feeling in it after everything had happened. In a way, perhaps the Garlean was happy to have seen Kage give up. Leave. Run away. Act like expected. Franz had already made his resolve by the time he had opened the door to the house. It wasnâ€™t -his- home, and he felt he had overstayed his welcome. So what was another person leaving then? He had plenty of gil to find somewhere else if wanted, and there was always the key to a room at the Mizzenmast inn that Jancis had lent to him.

â€œMight as well pack my belongings and leave something for the others.â€ The was a sad smile. Likely, anyone who remained in the house would have returned to collect their belongings by the time the house was either transferred to their ownership, or given back to the markets.

Looking at the few items that mattered, he cleared all personal effects from his room: his clothing, some tools he had used for various crafts, Frhanzâ€™s tools, a collection of various tomes in various languages he had not yet attempted to read. And then he saw it. The mask. THe same one heâ€™d worn just a few suns prior at a lively event. Itâ€™s worn red hues looked the same as the first day he could remember in Eorzea. The inscription carved upon its backside in the ever familiar Garlean script. It was no wonder he had felt odd at the Â event. THe he had initially brought had been assumed to just be a simple red mask. But this one. This mask. This was the one he used in darker times. Days that blended together. Endless nightmare.

The mask he wore as an Unnamed Mercenary.

â€œHadnâ€™t I lost this on that day?â€ he wondered out loud, holding the mask again, a feeling of dread. He had pushed those feelings away. Or rather, had begun to feel at the mask's removal. It was not a time heâ€™d want to return to. The one possession he came to Eorzea with would be left in the house. There was no reason for it.

As he finished packing what he could carry, he decided he would leave the well-crafted furnishing behind. After all, it could always be used by another to offset a cost, or to drive up the value of the house. And where would he store it anyways? It didnâ€™t take long to gather everything into something suitable to transport. He quietly closed the door to the room, removing the nameplate affixed to the door.

â€œItâ€™s not -my- room any more than the others.â€

Returning to the main room from the hallway of personal rooms, he left the mask on the living room table and took out some parchment and a quill to write with. Inscribed in proper penmanship, was the letter he would leave informing the remaining members of the house.

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Holding the short letter down was a small plate a bittersweet cookies. Only half the sugar was used, and the chocolate unsweetened. A small indicator of his feelings while leaving, but a final gift to the house nonetheless. Not far from either was the mask. He no longer cared if the people there found it. Maybe one would seek him out instead.

With that, he left the three items on the main roomâ€™s center table by the couches and closed the main door behind him. The house, guarded by its imaginary dangers by the multiple cannons Kage and Natalie had purchased continued to point in their previous positions. Franz couldnâ€™t help but smirk a little. â€œStill a waste money, if I ever saw them.â€. He began to walk towards Ulâ€™dah to catch the first airship he could.

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((I should note, that the mask is just your ordinary, Eorzean,Â Ash Mask, dyed a lovely shade of Dalamud Red. The only Garlean indicator of it is the text incribed on the backside. If worn, one would never know.))

((And think of the cookies as almost like crackers or biscuits with bittersweet chocolate. Certainly not...sweet, but more bland than bitter.))

Jana · **10-29-2014, 12:30 AM**

Finally free to roam the halls of "her" house once more, Jana came upon a plate of cookies on a table, a small mask, and a note. "Isn't this a Garlean mask...?" she muttered to herself as the Keeper took a cookie off of the plate without reading the note and popped it into her mouth. This was immediately followed by coughing and hacking, and a half-chewed cookie sailing across the room. Ugh- Who made this cookie so bitter? Is this supposed to be a prank!?

Two seconds passed before she guiltily retrieved the soggy cookie to be properly disposed of, though Jana made no effort to get rid of the plate as she left for the city.

Jancis · **10-30-2014, 05:58 PM**

((Something a tad silly and maybe a little powerful! Evoke the inner anime heroine!))

Jancis stood there at the threshold to the Mist cottage. The outside was humble, the grass raked and filled in where it had died save for one corner, and the walls were showing wear an tear.

"I guess we are a couple of fools, then."

A smile and a soft voice by her ear echoed in her mind. The door was unlocked and Jancis let herself in. "Z'enath?" her inquires went without answer, clearly the man was out for the day.

"Am I foolish, Jancis?"

The cottage was pretty much the same on the inside, old and worn. Abandoned for a couple years and lost its luster. It has been swept and it was clear where repairs had been made, but a proper washing of the house and furniture hadn't happened.

Pursing her lips up in thought, she turned her gaze towards the northeast, towards Ul'dah imaging the desert and even on to the snowy wastes beyond.

She saw what was gone to her, what she knew could exist. There was something else in addition to seeing a loving couple courting and other unions. She truly understood how valuable they were.Â
Beyond any book she had read, any notes taken, any words spoken, she felt that undying connection through her bones and body, tinges on thoughts. Jancis clutched her robe at the top, grabbing at the necklace underneath and stood there.Â

The house was tidied but it wasn't clean, the old dust and mildew still lingered.

"I am considering you."

Jancis began to drag the furniture outside into the yard, what little there was, cabinets and drawers and all. The upstairs now empty, Jancis stood in the middle of the room with her wand, focused and sharp.

Though it was semi-training in a sense, Jancis did more than call upon the elements' aid, she practically commanded it. Water poured into the house, whipping across the walls like a frenzied spin cycle, its clear streams muddying. It flew around her feet and spun about the ceiling, dripping down like a cleansing storm. The water forced its way out, funneling to the grass outside with its dirt and grime.

"How would you feel if I was gone?"

Next, winds picked up, Jancis focusing much of her ambition on the task of drying out the now clean room. Her hair was a slave to the air's whimsy, whipping back and forth, to and fro, until the conjurer had exhausted herself with the session and sat down on the floor.

"I have a proposal for you."

Smiling to herself on the wooden floor, she felt better. At the very least, she could renew this home for Z'enath, a fresh start to a life he truly deserved and worked hard for. Then he could find what she had lost.Â

Finishing up and locking the door. Jancis left the cottage for her Still Shore home.

Whittledown · **10-30-2014, 10:15 PM**

Six gil was what it cost Maudit for a half-loaf of bread and a chunk of cheese the size of his fist. It would do. He sat down on one of Ul'dahs many low stone benches and watched the people pass. So many. More than he'd ever imagined really. All different types too. He found himself distracted from his meager meal as the whole of the city's population seemed to file past him.

A clatter nearby drew his attention and he looked to the side to see a pair of children, one miqo'te and one hyuran, sitting on the bench next to him. Each held a roughly hewn wooden bowl in their hands. They kept their eyes low and their arms up, dirty hands offering their bowls to the air. Maudit watched as the citizenry of Ul'dah walked past the children and their empty bowls.

Quietly Maudit began to evaluate the passers-by as they drew near. He was attempting to guess whether they would drop a coin into the bowls based on their clothing, their bearing, the look on their faces. He found he was wrong more than he was right. It began to strike him as absurd how little coin the children had gained. They were clearly homeless and likely desperately in need of food.

Ah, excellent. Here are some that will help them. Thought Maudit as a young woman, apparently in the garb of a Sultansworn, drew near. She was followed closely behind by two people dressed in the finest clothes. Gems glittered on fingers and dangled from their ears. Maudit found himself smiling slightly, certain that the Sworn and the well-to-do followers would see the children and assist.

And then they were gone. All three. Maudit was stunned. He looked to the children and noted that their posture had not changed in the slightest. That they had been walked past was nothing to them. He frowned and moved closer, tearing his bread in half and breaking his cheese as well. He placed roughly half in each bowl.

"It's like they don't even see our bowls..." Said the miqo'te child as he looked down at the food.

Maudit watched the pair for a moment as they began to eat, then he turned and walked down the lane. His expression clouded over and his mind with it.

"It's like they don't even see our bowls..." He repeated the child's words to himself. There was something there. Something important. He simply had to find it...

Ha'uruh Nunh · **10-31-2014, 02:56 PM**

The door to the Duskbreak opened, not so late that Howl was completely asleep, but not so early that he hadn't been dozing.Â His mind snapped awake then, but he held himself completely still, the slight motion of his ears pricking up against the pillow the only sign that he was no longer sleeping.

He could hear her walking across the main room upstairs, slowly, then down the stairs to the basement.Â He fancied he could see through her right eye the darkened shapes of the beds that ringed the room, the sleeping forms of the men within them; he sensed rather than saw her drift across the room, her body bending over Warren's, and had he not been Miqo'te, he never would've caught the murmur, intended for Warren's ears alone.

"Well done."

A ghostly chuckle, and she made her way out of the ring of beds, probably to change and bathe.Â Howl felt his face burn like fire against the pillow, praying with all of his might to the Twelve that neither had noticed he was awake.

Parvacake · **11-05-2014, 03:49 PM**

Some say that when one goes against the grain of their morals, it tends to haunt their dreams.

For the third night in a row, Lili's eyes fluttered open to peer up at the ceiling. It was silent in her room save for the occasional drip of her newly installed showerhead in the corner. She couldn't even hear anything down and around the halls or coming from the front room. Was it still so late? Or just obscenely early?

Her newly dyed hair hung over her eyes, making her view the world through the messy strands. As she rubbed at her face, she moved to try and roll over and yank her pillow over her head. This was going to be worth it. She was saving his life.

So why was her conscience telling her to cease?

Kage · **11-07-2014, 04:34 PM**

The lalafell combed his hair as he looked into the mirror. The blue and red hues. Strange but apparently not too rare. After all, many of his family had the coloration. He adjusted his suit's collar and the cuffs around his wrist. Making sure that there weren't any knots or wrinkles as he checked his ear cuffs and rings on his fingers.

What was it he had told Xiao? The most interesting Miqo'te adventurer he'd met? Ah yes, in order to present a good front for his fledgling company of mercenaries, he had to look like a respectable and presentable owner and employee. He thumbed the hidden knives before re-adjusting his clothing once more.

Kage chuckled as he remembered Xiao. The lalafell had a great time meeting people while sitting on his railing. Still, he seemed to attract many a Miqo'te and some Lalafell while he was at it. Never one like Xiao however. Her own hair matched his own. Perhaps they were related in a past life as she'd said.

Or not.

He shook his head as he walked out of his new home and headquarters. The memories of the old one... long gone was the hurt and heartache. He'd found a new place and he was setting up to make gil over fist now.

Jancis · **11-07-2014, 05:45 PM**

Jancis had packed up a change of clothes and food including a bottle of wine and one of the few remaining cheesecakes that Lady Edda had provided to the Still Shore.

It was rolanberry and only Thaliak knew how one survived the voracious appetites of the others in the company. It was full night, the clouds breaking up after pouring down a fierce some rainstorm down on the Mist.

She was glad to be feeling enough to leave, to return and see the bright shining city that was Ul'dah.

Her arms had small sore spots inside of her elbow and she made sure not to carry the travel bag on the tender skin.

Out in the dark crisp night, Jancis looked up at the sky taking in a deep calming breath. So much had happened in the past couple suns. Some of it was confusing, but Thaliak always found a way to bring clarity and she knew what she had to do.

Conchris · **11-11-2014, 12:21 PM**

Growing up is hard, and it is of no exception to William, the miqo'te who had to bear some responsibilities when they, him and his beloved, had moved from a room in the Mizzenmast to a room in the Roost a moon or so ago.

He'd been attempting to keep his pockets full by picking up odd jobs from the Carline Canopy, jobs that do not require violence to resolve conflict, fishing too. He had often been busy, to the point where he'd gone on autopilot.

And now, it's getting trickier to find jobs that pay and, not only that, he hadn't been keeping in touch with those he'd consider friends. He'd thought he would be able to break free from his shell but his current life decisions have only withdrawn him once more.

But, then again, he may have gotten complacent, too used to his now-sedate lifestyle that the carbuncle had been wandering off on him, as though trying to tell him something in its own weird little way.

Perhaps it could be right, if he read its intentions correctly, they hadn't been exploring as of recently, not recently, no, and he still has some things to do.

Yes, he does, as he scratches out plans for a ball capable of floating in water, all that's left is to find someone who could do it, make one, that is. That'll be a start.

Kage · **11-11-2014, 05:04 PM**

The lalafell strolled towards the Quicksand, intent on getting a small nice shot of alcohol before going about his fine business today, when his nice shoes hit a small crack in the cobblestones and he flew into the air as he tripped. There were no broken bones but there were definitely sounds of a muffled splash and giggles as Kage had just so happened to trip over himself into a puddle of mud in one of the busiest streets of Ul'dah.

Kage grumbled and sighed, realizing that he couldn't go about his business as planned and decided that he would just take another day of relaxation at the Quicksand and eat some peanuts.

Seeing that Aya wasn't there, Kage hesitated before making sure he wasn't going to get any of the chairs or stools dirty. He parked himself at the counter and happily noted something he hadn't before. Not only were there peanuts but there were honey-roasted peanuts.

Kage happily ordered the honey roasted peanuts even though he still carried a small pouch of them on his person as well as a tankard of sweet water. He could not deny giving the Quicksand his gil, especially when it seemed like they had started to serve the wonderful teat that Kage had once passed around.

**Unnamed Mercenary** · **11-11-2014, 09:33 PM**

A sharp pain in his head. Blood and ink spilled around the room. Tense relationships and perhaps even more tense feelings.

These were the thoughts that had pulsed through Franz's head before he passed out onto his now-ruined couch. But sleep brought no reprise. Rather, his dreams seemed to only further suffocate him.

The first dream of the night had appeared so benign in the beginning. He was sitting in a room holding a small child. Her mother resting on a bed, clearly exhausted from the day that had played out. Holding the baby had brought him such joy for some reason. But when he looked down at his arms to see the face of the child, she was gone. Panic had spread over his face. Where was she? Was she safe? How could he not have paid better attention? As he looked around, he found the child, held in the arms of her mother. But every step he took, they seemed to get further and further away. There was a feeling as if he had called out their names, but nothing came to find.

In the second dream, he was surrounded by the people who had once hired him as a mercenary. They had all looked as he'd remembered them. Nearly all of them dressed lavishly. Staring at him. Calling him scum. There was a feeling of hunger, and he noticed he was dressed in rags, standing at the streets of Ul'dah. They were throwing gil at him, but rather that catch them, the coins simply burst into flames upon hitting him. Eventually, there were some many coins he was engulfed in flames.

In the third and final dream, he saw his wife, Lydia. A warm smile on her face as he walked closer. More than anything, he simply wished to embrace her. Hug. Kiss. Know that the two of them had found each other again and that everything would be fine. But the nearer he approached, the most twisted her smile became. Mere ilms from her, he reached out a hand to feel a sharp pain in his side. The woman by him no longer looked like his wife, but instead, had taken the form of a younger girl. Blonde hair had been carefully managed, a simple, yet elegant outfit worn. In his side, he saw a dagger that she stabbed him with. "Vile cretin! How dare you think of finding happiness in these lands. All you deserve is to suffer!" A wicked smile on her face as he tried to remove the blade. But he could not. The metal burned in his hand. "Don't you dare touch things that are not yours!" The woman simply screamed louder as he gripped the blade tiger and pulled it out.

But before anything else could continue, Franz was jolted awake with a sudden thud as he fell from the couch. He awoke back in his room, a dull pain in one of his eyes still. His back to the floor, he pulled himself up to reassess the damage the room had endured. An ink bottle had be thrown and its contents had splattered over him and the couch. On the couch itself and the floor nearby, a small trail of blood led across the room and to the door. Likely, some combination of his own and Edda's. He would have to scrub the floors with bleach to remove the stains, but would be doable. Lastly, he saw the now damaged gemscope on the floor. Rather than even try to repair it, he would just replace the device with a new one. Inside a cabinet in his room, he kept a few cleaning supplies for general upkeep.

Taking out a scrubber and cleaning fluid, he began to wipe up the flooring and return it to its former color. He made no effort while cleaning the room to protect the clothing he wore. The sollerets would need to be carefully cleaned and shined, the gloves could be easily replaced, and the tabbard was ruined. A shame really. It had been his favorite. Likely, even if he got the blood and ink out, the material would never be the same. He carefully took it off and folded it as neatly as possible, trying to hide as much of the stain as possible. With the room looking as if the fight had never taken place, Franz made sure he had properly reapplied the glamor and makes his way to one of the baths in the Still Shore. As he filled one of the tubs with near-scalding water and entered, he watched as the once-clear water because murky with blood and ink. An entire bell may have passed by the time he'd emerged, free of ink, redressed in clean clothes and wounds dressed.

But it was over now. He'd cleaned the room and would replace the damage furniture, he'd cleaned himself, and nobody would ever recognize the injuries. After the nightmare of a dream he'd had before the night had ended and now thoroughly exhausted, he promptly fell asleep on his bed as if it were any other night. There was no more worry of having to deal with a certain midlander -girl- with a temper.

edit: Oh god...notified of a beautiful typo. "held in the arms of her money" -> "held in the arms of her mother"

Shael · **11-12-2014, 01:14 PM**

"The shite you say!"

Shaelen Stormchild paused in her task, lowering the wrench from the cable hose she had been working on. She pushed off the pipes, the wheels of the plank she was laying on whizzing against the wooden floorboards as she slid back out from under the engine.

The giant figure of a Roegadyn sat on the ground nearby cross-legged, one hand holding out a cable driver. He wore a wry expression with one eye cocked at her, a chiding look Shael saw rather often when he regarded her.

"You sure?" Shael tried to escape judgement but knew her attempt was weak at best.

Thaliak's Axe (affectionately called "Shooey" by her and her alone) answered with a grumbling growl that rumbled in the back of his throat. He handed her a cable driver and she exchanged it with the wrench in her hand.

"A cycle ago, you say. Drowning Wench. Huh." Shael wiped the tip of her nose with the back of her hand, not caring that it would leave an greasy smudge there. She knew her cheeks were riddled with them already, and probably patterned all slick and splat-fancy, right along with her freckles. "Well hells, Shooey. That could be any night. How'm I supposed to remember this particular one?" She waved the driver in her hand. "It must've been a good night! I don't remember shite! Mustâ€™ve been some good rum. Did I win?" She didn't give him a chance to answer, grinning broadly. "Well 'course I won. I would remember losing." She spun the tool deftly in her fingers, curious. "So what'd I win?"

The Roegadyn let out a murmur, gesturing towards her belt with the wrench.

Shaelen glanced down then brightened immediately. "Ah! The timepiece!" She did not reach for the Garlean timepiece tucked into her pocket, a silver chain hanging from it to her belt. Unlike her face or any part of her, she wanted to keep that little glimmering hunk'a silver clean and pristine. She narrowed her eyes slowly in thought.

"You know, I think it's coming back to me," she declared with a nod, a playful smirk tugging at one corner of her mouth. She flicked a look at Axe as if to sense his disapproval. She pushed off with her feet and slid back under the power generator, escaping the Roegadyn's glare.

"What are you mad about? I won the soddin' game, didnâ€™t I?" She grabbed the loose cable hose again, twisting one end and working it in with the driver to fix it to the inset. She heard a displeased howl rise from her first mate.

"Oh I would never put up Jolene unless it was a sure win," she tried to reassure her companion. Shael's gunblade was her pride and joy, aside from her ship, Peregrine. She would never risk losing Jolene, no matter how drunk she must have gotten.

Axe did not seem convinced. He groused and grumbled some more.

"Aw, quit'cher bellyaching. The way you go on, you'd think Jolene was paying you, not me." Shael snorted, testing the fit of the cable. "Besides, this timepiece is a nice one. He wouldn't have put it up without a worthwhile temptation." Satisfied with the secured hose, she slid back out again.

Shooey already had a separator in hand, holding it out for her. She snatched it up, handing him the cable driver. She shrugged at the Roegadyn, flashing a toothy smile. "Besides, he was easy on the eyes. Don't'cha think?"

She was answered with another rumble, clearly disapproving. Shael rolled her eyes dramatically. "Whaddaya mean don't trust him? Of course I don't trust him! He's a pirate! And a smuggler! Like us! Would you trust us?"

The Roegadyn stared back at her pointedly, the corner of his fuzz-covered lips tugged downward forlornly. Shael rolled her eyes again (she did that a lot) and made circles in the air with the tool in her hand. "I mean other than you and me, obviously." She watched the Roegadyn relax visibly before she continued. "Besides, if what Ro said was true, he's worth a choco's weight in gil. And he wants a steady supply. We keep the steel and core flowing his way, he keeps the gil flowing our way ..." She licked her lips. "We can use a job like this."

When Axe grumbled again, Shael whirled her head around in a circle exasperatedly. "I don't know, Shooey! Maybe he was just as drunk as I was! Or he sleeps with a different girl every night! I didn't recognize him, why should he remember me?" She paused for a moment, then made another circle in the air again with the metal rod. "Okay yeah, not remembering me is a little suspicious â€¦â€

Shael shot the Roegadyn a look from the corner of her eyes, trying to see if that would lighten his mood. The large male chuckled hoarsely, his massive shoulders bouncing up and down.

â€œGuess I'll have to remind him again, eh?â€ She winked, then grabbed the edge of the engine to slide back under when Axe rumbled again.

â€œRo? And the pirate? HA! I canâ€™t see him as her type.â€ Shael let out a loud snort. â€œPaladins like her prefer the gallant knight in shining armor.â€ She scratched her head with the metal tool in hand. â€œAlthough â€¦ she did introduce us â€¦â€

â€œEh!â€ She shrugged back to Axe. â€œI ain't saying itâ€™s gonna happen again, but â€¦ if it happens again â€¦ youâ€™d think sheâ€™d mind? Lazarov is one good looking man ...â€ Shael did not give the Roegadyn a chance to answer. â€œNaaah.â€ She snorted a chuckle as she slid back under the generator. "I am sure she'd be fine with it."

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