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Adeya · **12-27-2014, 10:52 PM**

As the afternoon sun began to set over Limsa Lominsa, Adeya Evenar sat back and sighed in apparent frustration, her dark carmine colored eyes glaring down at the papers scattered on the desk before her. Most prominent among them was a half finished geometry, the ink still drying in places. It had clearly been causing the mage some trouble as well, if all the scratched out marks were any indication. Giving the spell a final scowl (though she knew it wouldn't help matters), she glances towards a nearby window, noting with some surprise just how late it had gotten while she wasn't playing attention. Still frowning, she pauses for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, then with a decisive motion sets her pen down and stands. It was unlikely that she would be getting any further on the geometry tonight, and she figured that she needed a break from staring at the bloody thing.

"Or perhaps," she muttered under her breath. "What I really need is a decent drink."

With that plan in mind, several minutes later the Miqoâ€™te arcanist walked through the door of one of Limsaâ€™s bars. Upon entering she paused as she took a moment to survey the room; despite it being somewhat early there was still a decent crowd already gathered. As far as she could tell most appeared to be either sailors or pirates, and she could practically feel the latter groupâ€™s eyes on her, and on the red leather bound book she carried with her, as she walked up to the bar. However, if she was concerned about the attention she didnâ€™t show it, save for one of her hands moving slightly closer to the book at her side.

Noting the brief drop in conversation and the blue haired woman who had just come in, the bartender nodded curtly in recognition. â€œThe usual Adeya?â€

â€œAye,â€ she said as she took a seat at a free bar stool. While waiting for her drink her eyes wandered the room, lingering for a while on a card game going on at a nearby table. At the same time one hand absently toyed with the blue fabric of her left coat sleeve.

Kou · **12-28-2014, 04:06 PM**

There were many things that could be said about Limsa Lominsas bars, but they could hardly be called boring. Sailors and pirates, after all, knew just how to have a good time at any hour of the day.

Soft heels clicked against the stone pathway, and Naois' sea-blue eyes took in the city for themselves. It had been many years since she took the chance to properly wander, and as passing Yellowjackets eyed her, she vaguely remembered why. Tales of a formidable pirate crew had begun to travel far and wide among these parts.

She wouldn't have it any other way.

Naois tipped her head over her shoulder, checking to ensure she wasn't being followed. As dear as her crew was to her, they could certainly be a meddling bunch. She was their Captain, for Lymlean's sake. She could handle herself quite well, thank you very much.

With a nod to herself, she faced forward, red-tipped dreadlocks wipping around. Approaching one of Limsa's many bars, she shoved the door open and waltzed right in. It couldn't be called packed, but there was certainly a crowd. A crowd, she decided, that would serve well to keep any prying eyes away. The tanned Highlander's lips stretched into a smile to herself as she made her way to the bar.

"Yer finest rum, if ya would, love," she called to the bartender, opting to lean against the counter rather than take a seat for now. She allowed her gaze to wander around the place.

Really, however, it was the flash of blue in her vision that caught her eye. And could one blame her for that? Even amongst her crew of scoundrels and rebels, it wasn't a colour she could easily forget. Her eyes narrowed, yet soon enough, her expression twisted into a smirk.

"So, even tha' scholarly types like ta unwind in a place like this," she remarked, tapping her chin as she eyed the Miqo'te arcanist.

Adeya · **12-28-2014, 07:19 PM**

Taking the rum she had ordered with a nod of thanks, Adeya finally starts to relax a bit. As such, when the door opened again she glanced over, half-interested to see who had just come inâ€¦ and practically froze for a few seconds in disbelief. Unless she was very, very much mistaken, she knew that face. Quickly, and hopefully before the newcomer noticed her staring, she turned back to her drink and then took a moment to think. There was no way that could possibly be who she thought it was, right?

Letting out a long breath, she turned back to glance at the newcomer, just to make sure that she was right. As she did so she noticed that the other woman was staring at her as well and, if the look on her face was any indication, she had also recognized her as well. Wellâ€¦ that answers that question, Adeya thought to herself, and sighed softly.

â€œShite,â€ she hissed under her breath, before setting her glass down and standing to face the smirking Highlander. There would clearly be no avoiding this now.

â€œHello Naois,â€ she said, giving the other woman a smile so cold that it could give a Coerthas winter a run for its money. â€œI didnâ€™t know you were back in town.â€ Under other circumstances the remark might have been a friendly one; however, any chance of that was undercut by the fact that one of her hands had drifted over to hover by her spellbook. However, she hadn't opened it just yet.

Instead, raising her voice slightly, she continues speaking. â€œSo what have you been up to lately?â€ she asks, though in a tone that suggests that she already knows the answer. â€œSmuggling? Raiding?â€ Her eyes narrowed with each word, as if it were becoming harder for her to hide her evident dislike for the pirate. â€œKilling, I think, is a given,â€ she finally finishes, her voice practically dripping with sarcasm. All traces of the earlier smile had vanished by now, to be replaced by an outright scowl. Her eyes were fixed on Naoisâ€™ as she watched for even the slightest hint of movement. She wasnâ€™t quite sure how Naois would react to all of this, but by the seven hells she wasnâ€™t about to just give her an easy opening.

Kou · **01-05-2015, 08:39 PM**

The Highlander inclined her head just so. It had been many years, she thought, since she last saw this particular miqo'te. She was a hard face to forget, however, especially with that mouth on her. Adeya had even had the balls to break her operation back in the day. There was no way she would forget this woman.

"Th' usual," was all she replied as she stepped forward. Closer to the miqo'te, to be certain. She was, perhaps, an inch shy of actually brushing her arm, but she merely reached out for her own drink. Naois flashed a smile at the man. "Thanks, love."

She stepped back, away from Adeya, and raised her mug of ale. "An' how 'bout yerself, lass? Still a nuisance at th' checkpoin'? Or 'ave ya takin' ta buryin' inta books now?"

Adeya · **01-06-2015, 10:40 PM**

As Naois stepped towards her, Adeya took a small step back, putting some distance between her arm and the pirateâ€™s outstretched hand (she only realized a few seconds afterward that she was going for her drink). Narrowing her eyes as Naois raised a mug in her direction, the miqoâ€™te gave the hyur a calculating, if not outright suspicious, look. This hadnâ€™t really gone like she had expected; now she found herself wondering if the pirate was up to something.

â€œIâ€™m just a nuisance now? I should probably feel hurt,â€ she remarks dryly, dodging the question. If Naois was truly interested in finding out what she had been doing the last few years it wouldnâ€™t take her very long; after all, it wasnâ€™t like her research into ancient magic was a major secret or anything. But then again, she didnâ€™t see much reason to make it easy and spell it out for her either.

â€œSo, what is 'th' usual' nowadays? I mean, I doubt even you would try to pull the same trick as last time again," she says, making it clear that she hadn't forgotten what had happened a few years ago. The memory wasn't exactly a happy one for her either; though she had managed to stop Naois' operation, actually stopping the pirate herself hadn't worked out so well. It had rather tarnished what should have been a victory.

Kou · **01-11-2015, 02:34 AM**

It was hard to maintain a simple look when Adeya stepped back. Amusing, she found it, especially with that look she was getting from the miqo'te.

The pirate quirked her head just so, lolling it to the side. "Ah, lass," she replied. "If I told ya, I'd 'ave ta kill ya. An' tha's jus' askin' for problems in a place like this."

She took a long drink from her mug, tipping her head back. When she took it away from her lips, a delicate little smirk stretched itself onto her face. She looked down on Adeya, still much taller even sitting down.

"Ki'ens sure are small," she remarked. "'specially th' ones 'round Limsa an' Ul'dah." Naois let out a chuckle, raising the mug to her lips once more. "Ah, I s'pose I can mention tha'. Been trav'lin' ta tha' desert city, recrui'in some o' th' refugees. They're lovely workers, when ya entice 'em with promises of riches and glory. Some o' the best crewmates I've 'ad in a long while."

Vaguely, she wondered how many buttons she'd have to push to get a reaction. Or, for that matter, which buttons. Her First Mate had always warned her that her constant toying would get her in trouble one of these days. For now, however, she couldn't care less. She enjoyed it.

Adeya · **01-12-2015, 05:38 PM**

Adeya narrowed her eyes at the statement, considering, before finally she snorted. â€œLike it would really be that easy,â€ she mutters quietly but derisively. Still, she did have to admit (though she would never say it out loud) that the pirate did have a point: getting into a fight here would be bad for both of them, but especially for her. After all, she was the one who had to worry more about collateral damageâ€¦

Looking up at the pirate, Adeya gave her an annoyed glare, her ears flattening against her head. Normally she didnâ€™t mind the fact that she was shorter than most hyurs; however, this time was an exception to the rule. Rather than merely being a biological reality, she had the feeling that Naois was secretly enjoying looking down on her. The smirk on her face only helped to strengthen her suspicions.

But it was the kitten comment that truly managed to get to her.

â€œIâ€™m no kit,â€ she snapped, a bit of anger creeping into her voice as the tip of her tail twitched behind her. Though she was trying not to show it, it seemed that the pirate had finally managed to strike a nerve. For a very brief instant her hands curl into fists; however, after a moment she lets out a breath as she glances briefly at the people around them, as if to remind herself that she does not want to have a confrontation here. Finally her eyes return back to Naois as she mulls over what the pirate just said.

â€œI see. So youâ€™re exploiting desperate people now,â€ she says bluntly, her lip curled slightly in disgust. She had been to Ulâ€™dah enough times to know something of the problems faced by the refugees there, but it was clear from her expression that she really wasnâ€™t much of a fan of Naoisâ€™ â€œsolutionâ€.

A Familiar Face

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