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It wasn't entirely a lie, but it still hadn't been the entire part of the whole. Cyra may not have had the mind for understanding how most Garlean magitek worked, but having a familiarity with them from her history certainly helped. "Given enough time, and patience, I'm sure you'll come to find they can be rather easy to spot and disarm if you know what to look for." As indirect as it was, it was the Keepers' way of offering to teach him.

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He saw it, the anger in her expression, the hatred, the tightened jaw and her clenched fists, an expression he was not expecting from, what he had in mind, a well mannered white mage. It was like looking at a completely different person, for just that brief second, before she managed to get it back under control, and he saw the anger bleed out of her, the tension in her jaw relaxing, and he felt his own anger follow suit, sinking down to his feet and bleeding out of his boots.

Each step he felt a little lighter, until he had that telltale sway to his hips and tails of a happy Miqo'te, his eyes still looking for traps, but his ears, their blonde tips had flicked up and focused on her, listening for an answer to his question, to his probe, wondering what exactly she would say, if anything at all. He didn't have to wait more than a few heartbeats of silent steps before she answered, and he turned his head to the side to look at her as she did, humming thoughtfully as he nodded slowly in understanding.

"Whoa... Studying under E-Sumi-Yan?" He fell silent for a moment, thinking over what that meant, that he was in the presence of a master conjurer's pupil, and he bashfully realized his leaping to her rescue, or offering to protect her, was likely a waste of breath. The chances are she knows plenty how to care for herself, he thought ruefully. Especially if she knew of the traps and I did not...

It was a tiny hit to his pride, if he was honest, the desire to know everything around him, about the Black Shroud, the best hunting spots, the dangerous beasts, and the trapping habits of other hunters strong within him, since it made him a better hunter. But to miss something like this? He shook his head, his ears flicking down, then up, and his tail thrashing lightly. "I had no idea they were so prevalent. Clearly I need to work on making sure my info is more up to date."

Already, Hawthorne Hut was within sight, but the offer she gave him was not lost on the blonde Miqo'te, and he smiled warmly, skipping ahead a pace and turning back, walking backwards slowly as he looked at her and nodded in excitement. "I wouldn't mind if someone could help me learn what to look for. Especially if there might be other pesky traps I don't know about!"

His smile was warm, easy, his tail flicking about, with excitement, at the prospect of learning something new about the land around him, even if it did have to do with an invading force. Plus, as they explored, he could find good trees to cut down, saw to size, and use to repair her roof! Hm, oak wood for the supports, some simple water reed thatch to go over it, and waterproof it with linseed oil. But I will have to check the underlying walls to make sure they are still good...

Lost in thought, he flipped back around, falling back to her side, his hands on the back of his head, and he looked up at the canopy of trees above them, the green filtering through as he sighed contently, and murmured to no one in particular, "One day...I'd like to come out here and actually go through the forest without expecting dangers or Garleans. Just...walk around and relish in the beauty."

Ultimate Ship Meme - FFXIV Adapted

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME - Send my character a ❤ and I’ll fill in the form of what my character would do with yours. Adapted for XIV.

BOLD YOUR CHOICES

Affectionate; Platonic Hugs | Greeting Hugs | Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate letters | Caressing | Stroke hair | Foot rubs | Massages | Braid/Comb hair | Take care of if sick | Platonic Snuggles | Romantic Snuggles | Forehead kisses | Noseboops | No displays of affection

Sex; | One night stand | Shower sex | Wall sex | Quickie | Neck bites | Possessive Markings | Oral | Mutual kink exploration | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Forbidden (cheating) sex | Public sex | Drug-fueled sex | Back of a wagon in motion | BDSM | Threesome | No sex

Dates; Picnic | Theater | Restaurant | Fighting Tournament | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | Concert | Park | City Trip | Boat ride on a lake | Fishing | Hunting | Home cooked meal & cuddles | Burlesque | Fancy Restaurant | Adventuring | No dates

Would my character…

Be the first one to ask them out? Yes | No Confess their attraction first? Yes | No Have sex on the first date? Yes | No Lie to them? Yes | No Fail to show for a date? Yes | No Cuddle after sex? Yes | No Marry them? Yes | No Bail at the altar? Yes | No Live till old age with them? Yes | No Cheat on them? Yes | No Have children/adopt? Yes | No Die for them? Yes | No

Favourite trope?

Least favourite trope?

Favourite trope... Redemption. Sometimes it's obvious, other times not so much, but the personal growth that you can see and have with a redemption trope is delicious!

Least favorite... Love at first sight. And I mean that in "both parties fall perfectly in love and never have an issue." Just rubs me the wrong way! Let them fight, show their love for each other, not just rely on the idea of they have to be together!

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Ultimate Ship Meme - FFXIV Adapted

Bryn and Marlowe

Affectionate;

Platonic Hugs | Greeting Hugs | Holding hands | Cheek kisses | Hugs from behind | Cuddling | Hand kiss | PDA | Spooning | Shared baths | Whispers | Affectionate letters | Caressing | Stroke hair | Foot rubs | Massages | Braid/Comb hair | Take care of if sick | Platonic Snuggles | Romantic Snuggles | Forehead kisses | Noseboops | No displays of affection

Sex;

| One night stand | Shower sex | Wall sex | Quickie | Neck bites | Possessive Markings | Oral | Mutual kink exploration | Morning sex | Drunk sex | Forbidden (cheating) sex | Public sex | Drug-fueled sex | Back of a wagon in motion | BDSM | Threesome | No sex

Dates;

Picnic | Theater | Restaurant | Fighting Tournament | Hike | Coffee | Museum | Club | Bar | Beach | Concert | Park | City Trip | Boat ride on a lake | Fishing | Hunting | Home cooked meal & cuddles | Burlesque | Fancy Restaurant | Adventuring | No dates

Would my character…

Be the first one to ask them out? Yes | No | Complicated (hints)

Confess their attraction first? Yes | No

Have sex on the first date? Yes | No

Lie to them? Yes | No

Fail to show for a date? Yes | No

Cuddle after sex? Yes | No

Marry them? Yes | No

Bail at the altar? Yes | No

Cheat on them? Yes | No

Live till old age with them? Yes | No

Have children/adopt? Yes | No | Complicated (he hasn't thought about having kids with anyone)

Die for them? Yes | No

How do you overcome writer’s block?

What about your muse are you most proud of?

Have you any old muses that you’d love to bring back?

Man, writers block is something I have struggled with so much. And the weird thing is, it's not from lack of wanting to write or not knowing where I want the story to go. It is simply...man, writing right now feels so hard. Sometimes when I go silent for a while on an RP, it's because I'm literally waiting for that boost of motivation to hit. Sometimes it's re-reading the amazing reply I got, or re-reading the entire RP that gets me going, but more often then not I get over writers block by playing the scenario out in my head. Imagining the character in the situation, what they would do, how they would react, and suddenly, I must write! So yah, a bit of waiting, a bit of thinking, and then the urge strikes!

Bryn: I am...proud of sticking to his character! In the past I have had a smallllll issue of everyone slowly blending towards a bit too happy, bit too kind, bit too forgiving, and actually sticking with Bryn and making him that rough and tough military man with edges as sharp as a knife (even if he cares deep down). It's a blast to write, and so much fun to see the reactions and replies to it!

Kaleh'a: What am I most proud of... I'd have to say his expressionism through his tail and ears. Writing for body parts you don't have is both challenging, yet fun, and it's a learning experience! I know right now I sometimes fall into the trap of "his tail flicks agitatedly" instead of the flick or motion be the tell of the emotion. But by far, what I am most proud of is handling those emotional tells that bring a bit more life to his character!

Old muses? Hmm... Man I go through muses like daily papers. One I would like to bring back is someone who shares the Quickdraw name, not through blood (since it's not his actual last name anyways), but through association and a bit of awe at our young Miqo'te's accomplishments. Maybe she will make an appearance one day as a fun aside. Silvia would enjoy being introduced after all!

[ rescue ] sender carries receiver to safety (from kai xoxo)

Kaleh'a was having a decidedly not fun time.

The number of times that he had actually gotten himself injured enough that he couldn't walk on his own two feet could be counted on one hand. And this time it was pushing him dangerously close to having to use two hands! What made it even worse was the fact that Kai, of all people, was carrying him away from the now slain beast!

When the blue haired Miqo'te had offered to pick him up after getting clipped by the beast's claws while the others finished it off, he had vehemently refused, claiming he could shoot from a sitting position with his bow, and that "so help me Twelve if you pick me up I will bite your ear off--!?"

All his complaints were rapidly silenced by the descriptively strong machinest bodily lifting him in a hold remarkably close to a princess carry, the blonde Miqo'te instinctively wrapping his arms around his neck as he hissed and spat in anger...but Kai's ear was still in tact.

With each step, Kaleh'a's laid back ears slowly relaxed, his snarl faded and then hisses died down, and slowly, he fell silent for a long few moments. The hold was warm, respectful to his injured lower leg, and left the archer calm. It was a few minutes more before there was a healer in sight, rushing towards them with magics ready, but they would swear on their life that they heard someone purring contently.

Kaleh'a swore it wasn't him.