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Melodia · **11-04-2014, 11:39 AM**

Melodia smirked as the man asked her to a drink. "Oh , aye, an' I'm sure yer intetions are no' but pure, right?"

With a look back to Crofte she shook her head. "I'm no' agains' th' free speech....jus' alarmed when I see someone s' clearly tryin' t' incite a riot. Were this me jurisdiction she'd face a bit o' me heel in th' alley afterward." She cracked a smile, not giving away whether she was making a joke or otherwise.

FreelanceWizard · **11-04-2014, 11:49 AM**

L'yhta nodded as her ears perked up at the rebellious elezen's statements. "Oh! I've no doubt that the people have serious and legitimate grievances and something should definitely be done!" she stated, glancing around as she stepped out of the flow of traffic. "So! Meetings? In the city? Are they what you're planning to do? That seems like it's not going to get a warm response from either the powers that be or the people you're trying to help," the purple-haired miqo'te added, pointing to members of the less than enthusiastic crowd, ticking them off with the fingers of her right hand. "By my count! You've at least five against you so far, and one wizard talking your ear off about specifics.

"If everyone's so angry and ready for change," she said as she brushed a strand of hair from her eyes, "where's the cheering crowd?"

Telluride · **11-04-2014, 11:56 AM**

The Highland male met her smirk with a beatific grin. "I thought this was Ul'dah, love. I could never be such a hypocrite to insist on a woman's purity, and would find it as boring in others as I would find it in myself...."

He narrowed one eye, and looked over the midlander female next to Melodia, before finishing his thought with the Miqo'te. "But then, I'm thinking, lass, you might be more interested in watching for a skirmish than anything else." He turned his heels again, suddenly piqued by the mention of crowds.

Melodia · **11-04-2014, 12:05 PM**

A soft laugh from Melodia as her eyes wandered for a second before remaining locked on the Elezen woman, though her words were playful and directed to the man.

"Aye...maybe I am lookin' t' see how this plays out....no' often I get out o' Limsa.Â An' love....I'm no' near wha' anyone would call pure, 'specially in tha' area." She winked and folder her arms wondering whether she'd see something break out on her small visit to Ul'dah.

Telluride · **11-04-2014, 12:26 PM**

He folded his arms, and nodded once, with the telltale shake of self-satisfaction.

"Well, I've no reason to doubt your claims, m'dear, and can always think of reasons to test them, but maybe you're right about the spectacle. Who am I to turn down a free show?

At this rate, if we get any more headcases jumping into this mess, I'm considering laying odds on who's going to be the first to start getting nasty."

He glanced briefly, and again, at the Hyur next to Melodia, but then simply stifled a deep chuckle and, with a relaxed sigh, peered back over at the Elezen and her fliers.

McBeefâ„¢ · **11-04-2014, 02:07 PM**

The Elezen only seems embolded by the challenges thrown her way. She scans the crowd with a practiced eye, addressing her interlocutors one by one. The towering figure of the Roegadyn catches her gaze first, her mouth curling into a hint of a smile at the question.

"The goal is freedom, prosperity, and self direction!" She accetuates with a flourish of her finger, "The wealth and power of Ul'dah lies locked in the coffers of the rich and royal. They are not interested in solving problems, only keeping what they have, and getting more." She points to the north, "Look at the success of Revenanant's Toll, in the north. What a bit of coin and honest work in a barren land can do." Her finger sweeps to a glowering Brass Blade in the distance, "Howerever we have our own refugee problems in Ul'dah, and the Syndicate offers not work, only a boot in their back from a bandit in a rusty coat of mail."

"It is true, it will be a challenge for the people to take hold of the gears of state! But it is a challenge worth meeting, and a good intentioned amateur would be far better than the experienced despots we currently have."

She sweeps her gaze to the purple haired Miqote, "The people of this city have been sick so long, they laugh at the idea of there every being a cure. However one must be found." She gestures out to the city walls, "I'm sure all remember the recent riots sparked by the perfidity of the Syndicate and their Brass Blade thugs. Such events will only continue until this malady of despotism is purged from the veins of the city." She shakes her head, "Do not listen to the cries of 'Reform!' from the less bold, such treatments only affect the symptoms not the cause, "Nanamo is as pitiable a dicator as one can be, and even she can do little to protect the people. What will happen when someone less principled comes to the throne? The people will have no one to be their sheild." She rises a hand to the air, "But here me Brothers and Sisters! We can be our own shield!"

Coatleque · **11-04-2014, 02:35 PM**

The Sworn listened as she continued her almost heretical speech. Finally she could no longer remain silent.

"Faithless. Treasonous. It is by the will of the Twelve that the bonds of governance were not placed into the hands of the common man. By their blessing does her Grace hold the right to rule these lands. Why temptest thou such wrath from beyond with your delusional ideals of equality?"

Sounsyy · **11-04-2014, 02:42 PM**

Sounsyy's eyes followed the Elezen's finger and directed her gaze to the approaching Brass Blade. She was honestly surprised this girl hadn't been shut down already, but now there was at least one Brass Blade here, which meant more weren't far behind. And where there was Brass, there was trouble. Almost instinctively, she fingered the pommel of her shortsword.

But was she willing to stick her neck out for this girl if things turned ugly? Sounsyy tried to weigh whether this foolhardy Elezen could be a potential asset, against the likelihood of a violent run-in with the Brass Blades. For the moment, she would wait and watch. She was sure this Elezen's plans had to run deeper than just treasonous words shouted at deaf ears. Wannabe revolutionaries weren't that thick, were they?

Telluride · **11-04-2014, 02:46 PM**

The bard whistled softly at the sudden tense declarations of the red-haired Midlander, and leaned in a bit closer to the Miqo'te he'd been bantering with, and spoke in low tones.

"Here it comes, m'dear. Shall we consider some terms for wagers?"

FreelanceWizard · **11-04-2014, 02:52 PM**

L'yhta rolled her eyes reflexively as she turned her head to eye the latest speaker -- an armored woman, clad in silver and blue, armed -- and... she shrugged and looked back up to the elezen.

"Good luck!" she proclaimed, her voice cheery, and she turned to push back into the flow of people along the street. Her bright crimson and black robes remained easy to spot through the crowd.

L'yhta frowned as she walked away. She'd been skirting the Code of the Magi by even engaging the elezen, much less adding her own input, but with the authorities arriving? "I will not needlessly interfere in the politics of those outside the Tower and thereby bring their wrath upon my fellow Wizards..." Her mind mulled the implications of the speaker's claims and whether the Voices of eld -- much less the rest of the Tower -- would consider getting further involved "needless interference" or not.

McBeefâ„¢ · **11-04-2014, 02:56 PM**

The Elezen juts an accusatory finger at the fiery haired woman,

"Here we have ourselves a slave. So accustomed to the whip and collar she praises its virtues." She adjusts her glasses slightly, "Even more so, you speak of our governance being heavenly ordained. So the twelve stand for corruption? Filth? Cruelty and ignorance?" She laughs bitterly, "I think we believe in a different twelve, dog. No gods worthy of the name would be happy with the state of affairs in this city, and do not insult their names by suggesting as much." She glares at, "Go back to sucking at Nanamo's teat, if you are so fond of her rule. If rule it can be called, she is little more than a trained parrot, repeating the lines of the syndicate."

Antain · **11-04-2014, 03:20 PM**

At the mention of 'whip and collar', Vaughn shrank back, clinging to Jaques's arm. Be was clearly uncomfortable, and this woman's yelling about slavery within what is supposed to be law and order just made it worse. He no longer looked at her, keeping eyes to the ground and at Jaques's feet, enclosing himself in his own mind bubble, waiting until Jaques wished to leave.

DreamedReality · **11-04-2014, 03:21 PM**

He'd been about to ask followup questions of the raving elezen when the crimson robed miqo'te had beaten him to it. So he lapsed to silence, instead listening to the words spoken by the gathering crowd.

He'd been about to speak again when the red-haired midlander had spoken up and again he held his silence, eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of the gleaming official armour the woman wore.

Instead of further talk he decided to meld back into the crowd, dragging Vaughn with him. Easy enough to do since all eyes were now drawn the the Sultana's private guard and the loud elezen on her box. Let them think he was just there for the spectacle. Which was mostly true. He wasn't quite sure what would be done to a woman spouting such things on a crowded street. Especially with the recent riots.Â

As he leans back against the far wall he catches sight of the wrapped Sounsyy. She hadn't noticed him yet and he watched her finger the pommel of her weapon. It was difficult to tell what the miqo'te was thinking, so wrapped in fabric, but he could tell she was very focus on the spectacle before them. He immediately is on full alert as he starts scanning the shadows and other recesses of the busy street from his taller vantage. Making certain he was between the covered miqo'te and Vaughn and looking for similarly dressed and weaponed figures. This -would- make a very public ambush and statement for this 'Republic of Ul'dah' ...

Coatleque · **11-04-2014, 03:25 PM**

As the Blade moved forward towards the woman, the Knight's arm snapped outward and caught him by the chest to keep him back for a few moments longer.

"Dog am I? Slave even? You know not whom you speak with to level such accusations. Tell me why it is so horrible to know one's place in the order of the world? You place venomous words in my mouth with one breath and malign the Twelve with the next. I wouldst think more carefully on such heresy lest someone less understanding mistake your heritage for that of our less than friendly neighbor.

Of course the gods look upon us and weep at the current state of affairs. It is our responsibility to purge the corruption, not to wipe the slate entirely. Even so, if you believe the city so removed from saving, why do you remain?"

McBeefâ„¢ · **11-04-2014, 03:40 PM**

The Elezen flicks a fringe of hair from her eyes, laughing loudly, "How limited is your viewpoint, though little more can be expected from a dog of the state." She seems oblivious to the gathering tension as more blades approach.

"I know who I speak, I speak to a murderer in the guise of a hero, of a trained dog in the attire of a knight. You have spent your entire life on your master's floor, content to eat her scraps, and you have convinced yourself it is your place in life." She stomps a heeled boot onto the crate, "Do not assume it is the way of the world, nor the will of the twelve. I assume you threaten me now with a connection to Garlemald? Such is simply the sad state of Ul'dah, that any dissension must be treason."

"My only master is myself, and the struggle for equality. And do not equate the city with the Sultanate, dog, one may perish yet the other will remain. Do you have any more questions, you subservient bitch? Or do you need to return to your master, so she can continue whoring herself to the Syndicate's will?"

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