#aasifa taqalid

[peacekeeper-xiv]

Serious Events

A series of events…

Aeritria and Arakiel meet accidentally inside Samael house.

Aeritria Locklair stopped dead in her tracks when Ara turned around. The blood drained from what little he could see of her face, and her eyes narrowed moving over him to look for weapons, surprises, explosives, all the things he might have on him while in Soren's house. It took her a couple ticks to reconcile the sight of him in Soren's house. Alive. Not dead. Not even thinking of the advantage that came from him not knowing who she was, she finally spoke, "Well bloody damn hell... you look surprisingly healthy for a dead man."

 Arakiel agrees to travel with Aeritria east, having decided that Ikara had been gone for too long and he was going to look for his daughter. They discover that they still have some disagreements though.

Arakiel Etemorah smirked. "Wrath?" He chuckled smarmily. "Kinda daft name to call a kid. He pick that out himself?" Still, he didn't seem intent on keeping up his teasing. "And what do they all mean to ya? What would you do if they were in danger?"

Aeritria Locklair rolled her eyes, "Its short, for Rathorin... " When he questioned her on what they meant to her and what she would do there was clearly a reaction. She tried to keep the calm, snarky demeanor, but too many things had already happened where she had given a whole lot for those three. There was the briefest of haunted looks before it was replaced with tense shoulders and a defensive posture. "Enough..."  Her lips pulled into a thin line, "Is that supposed to be a threat?”

Arakiel Etemorah smiled knowingly and shook his head. "No, but that's answer enough." Sheathing his katana, he stood. "I have a daughter. She should have returned by now, but she hasn't. That's what's in the Burn." His expression turned somewhat grim. "I wanted you to know before you decided to follow me. I'm willing to do -enough- for her.”

 Aeritria agrees to accompany Arakiel in his search for Ikara and together, they make for The Burn. Arakiels insistence on drawing out Aeritrias ire though, nearly sets them at odds.

Aeritria Thorne had never been good at reining in her temper, it was why she made such a good marauder. It was also why she had made such a good criminal. There was a sudden shift from her that would hit every one of his senses. The growled words came out with cold fury, "Fuck you Arakiel. I came out to help you, but that was just another dumbass mistake on my part. Everything is fucking fine. Its more godsdamn fine than it has been in over a twelves damned year, but you just can't leave well the fuck enough alone. I don't want to fucking talk about it cause its none of your gods damned business. You don't get to fucking come back from the dead and act like I should just fucking ugh!" Axe or no axe, there was a hint of red glowing in the abysmal darkness of her eyes before she turned around and started storming away. "Fuck you!"

It would be some time after that they managed to work out their difference, but once they had they concluded, wandering the desert in search of one small Au Ra was futile. Aeritria then turned to a dangerous source of power to send out the needed signal flare, her Dark Knight soul stone.

Aeritria Thorne took a few moments to try to catch her breath and shake away the voices that still tried to reach her from the stone. Running her fingers through her hair to push it out of the way she glared over at it for a moment. "I tried to warn you the darn thing isn't... as helpful as I like sometimes. I really did kick Rath's balls all the way into his throat last time I used the damn thing." Aeri rubbed the back of her neck and looked away, "Sorry... I haven't used it in a long while. With my other soul stones... it’s easy. It’s like they want to help. That one... there is still a bit of a fight going on with who is in charge of who."

 After some time arguing with the voices in her mind, Aeritria finally was able to cause a large enough explosion of aether that could be seen from malms around. The fact that it nearly killed herself and Arakiel was of little consequence.

Arakiel Etemorah wasn't a hero. It just wasn't in him. But he wasn't the same man he'd been a few years ago either. The blade in his hands was quickly sheathed and he rushed forward to where Aeritria stumbled. He wasn't about to pick her up and carry her away from danger like some knight in shining armor. But then, she'd have hated that. He grabbed her by the wrist and literally dragged her behind him. "Come the fuck on!" He wasn't going to let her go until they were behind enough rock to guarantee they would be safe from the explosion that was likely coming.

 Several bells later, their fishing attempt proved fruitful and they noted the appearance of an approaching figure. Unfortunately, it was not exactly who they had been looking for.

Arakiel Etemorah sheathed his blade, looking at her curiously as his hearing had not completely recovered. "One of them?" He looked to where the creature had been sniped and put two and two together. "The boy..." The unknown Miqo'te still seemed rather protective of Beta and stood between them and him, even if his weapon was put away. Beta's familiar voice shouted across the sands as he approached. "It's okay Aasifa, they are... family of a sort I guess?" The one called Aasifa seemed to relax a bit and plopped down in the sand as Beta and Ara and Aeri approached his location. "Aasifa is still thinking there are better ways to fish." He said quietly, more to himself than anyone else. Arakiel's steps seemed to hasten as he approached.

 With so many differing personalities… and because Aasifa is Aasifa, some troubles did arise.

 Aeritria Thorne saw Arakiel start choking after Aasifa did whatever the hell it was that he did and her attention snapped to the Miqo'te. Her chakrams came out and pinned Aasifa to one of the rock walls by his sleeves, "The Fuck you think you are doing you piece of shit! What the hell did you do to him?!"  She stood between Arakiel and Aasifa, and if looks could kill he would have been dead a thousand times over. She held a finger up to Beta to shut him up before he tried to 'help'.

 Eventually though, a peace was brokered, and the quartet left in search of the large sources of aether that Beta’s instruments had detected after the explosion Aeritria had caused.

Arakiel Etemorah might have moved to stop Aeri if she had still wielding her chakrams, but he did not expect the idiot cat to die from a punch. Beta called out in frustration as the punch landed. Aasifa for his part might have dodged the attack, if he'd bothered to try. Instead he took the hit to the throat and grinned at her as though he almost enjoyed all the chaos he'd caused. "Was... good... hit." He croaked out from a damaged voice. "Proud... of... sister." He ripped his sleeves free from the blades and found his feet on the sand once more. He didn't retaliate, simply rubbed at his throat and looked at her expectedly. Beta however was exasperated. "I swear to Alexander! Everyone's crazy!" He huffed and put away the smoke bomb and electric charge he'd been prepping if they hadn't stopped. Aeri's words had registered with him, but he knew better than provoking her further and refused to retort. "Can we get back to looking for Ikara now? Since you and I are the only ones who can speak now, I'll take your word for both of you."

Aeritria Thorne grit her teeth, dug her sharp nails into her palms and drew blood from her own hands to keep from murdering Aasifa right there and then. She reached over, grabbed her Chakrams, held them tight for a moment, still wound up and considering putting them through the rest of Aasifa's neck. It was Beta that managed to draw her out of it with his ridiculous cursing, "For fucks sake... didn't anyone ever teach you to curse properly?" She looked to Arakiel then took another breath. "I came out here to find you and Ikara... if Aasifa so much as touches that damn necklace again I will cut it off his neck, and I'm sure Arakiel will help, so if you want to find your girlfriend before something fucking happens to her you better tell you -friend- to behave or leave. Now, if you have an idea of where to go... let’s go."

Beta took in a deep breath and let out a long exhale. "I was trying to..." He frowned at Aasifa and pointed at the necklace. "No more chaos magic!" Aasifa looked like he might argue but Beta glared, and he stopped. "For all you know that thing might have called a hundred sandworms to raid the burn and it would've put her in more danger! So, no more til she's safe!" Beta looked properly angry and despite his inability to curse properly, seemed to convey the same feelings. He then turned to Arakiel. "And don't act like he's all innocent. Stop acting like you are gonna gut me 'cause I didn't know Ikara was out here! Cause I didn't and now I'm gonna find her! Aasifa could easily have seen you as a threat to his friend." Ara narrowed his eyes at the boy but simply turned his chin some and sneered. Finally, he turned to Aeritria. "He goes for the necklace again... stab him... ‘Cause I said not to. But you stop threatening him if he doesn't, 'kay? I've been wandering the burn for weeks now. I'm ready to be done with this place... so I just wanna find Ikara and then we can all go home." He huffed out another breath and continued. "And thank you for helping Arakiel look for her... I'm sorry this is all a mess, but I was trying to do good. So, let's... just do what you came here to do please." He continued a moment later in quieter tones. "And I don't like everyone else’s profanity. It's boring."

 Elsewhere in the Burn though the target of their search was about to have her own random encounter.

Ikara had been wandering the burn for what felt like an age. Trying to track Beta had turned into a much bigger problem than she had originally anticipated. She had made her way into Garlemald, stealing a uniform and posing as a Garlean soldier. Eventually she found the site where the popularis had their operations that Beta had been a part of. She searched every ilm of the area for any signs of Beta or which way he might have went. She eventually found Beta's tomephone, cracked and busted with charred and melted edges. She picked it up and searched the area even more, moving rubble. Eventually she resorted to carefully questioning a few citizens and was told that the rebels had flown off in the direction of the burn via magitek armor. She breathed a sigh of relief in the hope that Beta was on the airship, as she did hear from someone that no one was taken prisoner. All the rebels were killed or escaped, and she hadn't found his body yet. If he wasn't there, he might still be alive. Clutching the little scrap of a tomephone she went in the direction that the few citizens had pointed her in. She eventually found the wreckage of the armor and searched the entire thing from top to bottom. There was still no sign of Beta, but she found some disturbances in the sand and hoped they were the remnants of footprints. She followed them until they disappeared, eaten by the shifting sands. Then she kept looking. She wasn't sure how long she had been searching, but she knew she was lost, and she didn't care. If she was lost, it meant Beta probably was too, and they would eventually find each other.

A few malms away, Lloire had left the simulacrum of Cartenaeu that his mind had created as a battleground for himself and his reflections. Now he wandered the desert sands of the Burn once more, sorting his thoughts. He had no clue how to go about finding the people he needed to find or what order to find them in. Even as that were, were there enough people he worried for to face all the various aspects of his soul?

Some had been quoted as saying that the universe around them had come about in the beginning due to a massive explosion of aether, the same catalyst woke him from his indecisiveness. He hit the sand as an enormous shockwave of aether flew past him, stealing his feet from him.

"The fuck was that?"

As his senses returned to him, Lloire closed his eyes and focused not on where the explosion had been, but on any source powerful enough to have caused it. There was a massive pool of energy to the east of him that was far bleeding aether into the air. It was more than reasonable to assume that who or whatever it was, they were responsible for the massive explosion he'd felt. His fights would have to wait, leaving anything that powerful this close to Doma's borders would be irresponsible. Gathering his feet under him, he took off at a run towards the source of aether.

Ikara had been wandering in the Burn long enough that she felt like she was going blind. The land being so drained of aether meant she saw the world as everyone else did. She felt sorry for them, all the color was gone from this part of the world. She had found a small outcropping of what she originally thought were rocks but had eventually realized was the skull of a very large beast that had once dwelled there, and hidden away for a bit to get some rest and get out of the sun.

Then the world exploded in color far away. She felt it before she ran out and saw it. Her eyes watered from all the colors and she started searching the horizon for any signs of something that would explain it. Clutching the tomephone she started in the direction of the explosion, hoping that maybe if Beta was out there, he would investigate too.

Lloire travelled swiftly across the sand as he rushed towards the source of aether drawing at his senses. Eventually he climbed over an outcropping of rock and saw a figure in the distance. They didn't seem to have noticed him yet but were moving closer to him. If he held his position, he could wait until they were close enough to engage before revealing himself. He moved back behind one of the jutted-out stones and waited.

As Ikara made her way towards the explosion another source of aether caught her eye in the distance and closing in on her position. The aether was wrong, fractured, broken, and extremely potent.

The tomephone she clutched in her hand was tucked into her pocket and replaced by her staff. She had been conserving her aether the whole time she was out here, to the point where it was overflowing. Her necklace had been filled to the brim, but she had waited and not wasted it in case of running into a Garlean contingent or some beast.

She held her staff to her side, loosely and in a nonthreatening manner, but she was ready for whatever was on the other side of the ridge. When she got close enough, she yelled to whoever was there, "I can see you! Come out before I decide that I'll cast first and ask questions later. This is your only warning!"

Her voice was unmistakable. Lloire came out from behind the rocks with a curious expression worn on his face. "Ikara? What are yo--" He wasn't able to finish his question though as the sounds of the winds and shifting sands in the area were pierced with the sound of shattering glass. Ikara, who had the unique advantage of always seeing aether would see a fragment of Lloire's aether break away from the rest.

As for Lloire himself, he collapsed in a heap in front of her while the image of a younger Lloire remained where he had been standing. The Lloire-image began to solidify before finally seeming as alive, even to her vision, as Lloire had moments ago. "I should've known we'd run into you first and I'd be the first to fight..." He sighed. "You remind him... us... of Aliya sometimes." A staff materialized in his hands and a blackmage soul stone pulsed with aether beneath his robes. "I'm called Kid... And so that your older brother can live, I have to fight you with all my might... and you gotta kill me."

As he spoke, the similarities between who Lloire used to be and who Beta was seemed all the more pronounced. "Show him... us... what you're made of. That you won't be another Aliya, okay?"

Ikara was equal parts confused and relieved when Lloire stepped out from behind the rocks. "Nii---..." She watched his aether shard and split then him collapse to the ground and started running for him, without thought to her own safety. That was until a shard split off and started to solidify. Ikara skid to a halt, her staff still out at her side as a younger version of Lloire appeared before her.

"Halone's frosty tits... what the hells?" She eyed the fragment for a moment before flipping down a visor to see if he was still there without her aether sight. Her frown deepened as she tried to piece together what she saw with the visor down, verses what she was seeing with it up, "Oh.... what have you done to yourself big brother..?" His aether had somehow split off and manifested. The younger version of him was real in a sense, but only in so much as the creations she made from aether. It would disappear with time, but not until the wielder or spell was completed or removed.

Mention of Aliya had her frown deepening, "I'll take that as a compliment. Aliya was your best friend." She shook her head at the aether spirit. "I won't fight you. It could hurt the whole of him. He is completely fractured. Let me fix it instead." She wasn't holding her staff weakly at her side anymore though, it was ready in case the splinter decided to attack.

For his part, Kid-Lloire didn't seem to be in a rush to attack her. "It was a compliment. Look, you haven't seen us for a while. The Lloire you know. Nii-san I think? Anyways, he's prolly more messed up now then when he stabbed himself in the chest. He just fought each and every splinter of himself and killed each one. Well, except me and Erioll...." He shook his head energetically. "But that's off subject. The point is... He's finally realized what's got him so screwed up. He's scared that the people he cares for are gonna die. Usually ‘cause of him. There's a lot to unpack, but the basic gist is he needs his friends to prove they can handle their own against him when he's not in control. He's scared of his black magic... or his anger issues... or being you know... Hyur. But the truth is he's only really dangerous when he's whole... and then, only to his enemies. But we gotta prove it to him... us... so, you have to kill me. I'd rather you went into this with full knowledge and not making me force the issue." He huffed a breath, having spoken more than Lloire usually would. "So, what do you say?" The younger Lloire lazily lifted his staff and nodded to Ikara. "I mean, if nothing else... you kinda need to blow some aether." A small almost shy smile was half hidden behind his staff.

Ikara listened and it was clear she was starting to nurse a headache from how dumb it all sounded. Then again, she really wasn't too much different than her brother. She had run off plenty of times without people to protect them. She wasn't sure she trusted any of them to take care of themselves. It was why she was in this gods forsaken desert in the first place.

"Let me examine him, to ascertain that you are telling the truth, though I doubt you are lying. I have to be sure it won't kill him. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I killed him without checking first. Let me do that, and sure... I'll kick your ass." She smirked at him, "I mean, Nii-san is tough, and he taught me a lot, but it’s been a while, and the collective you haven't seen what I'm capable of anymore. Just you know.... do me a favor and let me check him first and I'm down. Also... beforehand... Did you cause that other explosion? Cause really, I can't spend a ton of time here if you didn't. I've god a cute moronic Miqo to save."

The younger manifestation lowered the staff and stepped aside to allow Ikara past to check on Lloire's unconscious form. "Too true, but don't forget... Lloire's been out to war just as long as you presumably have. Don't take this too lightly please." True to his word he would stand still and let her examine Lloire. "Also, no. We thought it was you. You've the largest pool of aether out here beyond our own. The other sources of aether out here are weaker... except one particularly bright spot further south..." His head tilted as he considered -who- she was likely speaking about. "Though, large sources of aether wouldn't help you find Beta but large explosions might. Guess that would make sense. We didn't know he was out here though." He shrugged. "Well, like I said, I can't hold back or we'll know... so I'll try and make it as fast as I can... but no promises."

Ikara was wise enough not to completely let her guard down but moved over to examine Lloire's unconscious form. She examined him as well as she could, even checking to see if he would wake with prodding. He didn't, and she obviously was looking at something with concern, 'These threads of aether tying you to him. If I hurt you, I'm hurting him. To be fair, you are only a portion of his aether, but you are an important part of his being. You won't be destroyed right?" She considered what he said about the spot further south and frowned. "If there was an explosion, I doubt that Beta caused it. He wouldn't give his position away like that... especially when there are Garleans after him... so I'm sorry but I won't be holding back either."

She jumped back and her staff spun in the air as aether pulled not from the land, or from her, but from a single crystal in her necklace. The necklace drained in but a few breaths as she unleashed one of the most powerful spells she had on the fragment of Lloire. She didn't have time to play. Those could have been Garleans killing her boyfriend and she loved her brother, but damn if she was going to let her boyfriend die cause her brother was being stupid. The magic flared bright and large with destruction so that it could be seen for several malms.

When the smoke cleared, Kid was standing in a charred crater, his staff held up as though he were blocking with it and the aether of his mana wall shimmered as the spell dissipated from absorbing the attack. Nevertheless, Flare was an impressive spell and she could see some singed edges around his clothing and armor. Another side of Lloire might have spoken here. Warned her or threatened her, but Kid understood her and knew she was only doing what she needed to in order to protect her loved ones. Instead he returned the attack. He vanished and reappeared nearly on top of her. It was completely against everything one was taught as a thaumaturge and would have been insane if he was fighting a sword wielder. With her so close, she could see the lightning flash in his eyes as his aether swelled. The first strike was a blast of lightning aether that dropped down from the sky towards her. The second was a blast of weak fire that seemed almost pointless in its intensity. Finally, he wrapped up the triple casting of spells with a much more potent fire spell as his entire aura seemed to pulse with heat. The spells complete he took a step back from her to examine their effectiveness.

Ikara honestly would have been disappointed if the first spell had done all the work. It would work for piddly little Garlean soldiers, but this was a part of her brother, and she expected more from him. There was a small smile at the fact that he had gotten his manawall up fast enough. Then again, the spell took plenty of time to cast and gave him amply time to prepare.

When he teleported right in front of her, she laughed. "You should have been a redmage, kid. Its more fun, but to be fair less destructive." to illustrate her point she stepped out of the way of the lightning blast and wacked at his nose with her staff, holding it like a rapier. Which, to be fair, wasn't nearly as quick to maneuver, but was much harder to dodge due to the size of her staff and his proximity. Soul stone or no, she had learned how to leap and fly as a red mage and those things were all body, not magic. She couldn't wield those same spells, but a quick backflip and she was out of the way of the weak fire spell, only to land at the point where he struck with the larger fire spell. It singed her hair and clothes before she managed to get up her own manawall and protect herself from the subsequent blasts.

Already she was working to cast again, though there wasn't a huge explosion this time. Instead she targeted his mind, addling his sense to weaken his spells, then attempted to put the shard to sleep.

The back to back spells struck and Kid felt his mind cloud with the enfeeblements along with the ringing in his head from the staff hit. Still, he seemed immune to sleep spells. It did allow fog his thoughts enough that he responded to her banter rather than continue incessant spellcasting. "Wasn't readily taught when I was around... I'm sure Azure can show you what Lloire's learned though." Wiping idly at his nose to ensure there was no bleeding, he only managed to fire of a scathing blast of energy from his staff as he moved away from her and she saw his aether pool into the ground as leylines became visible beneath him.

Far in the distance of the Burn the group of misfits that were wandering and looking for Ikara could see the mushroom cloud from her first flare, and the subsequent explosions of lightning, fire, and magic lighting the horizon. Aeri immediately turned to Aasifa with an accusatory look, "You do that too?" She was guessing whoever was blowing up the horizon was likely pissing off the little lizard though.

True to Aeri's thoughts, Ikara was getting annoyed. She had hoped to put Kid to sleep long enough to check and make sure her brother wasn't actually being hurt by the fight. "What? I have fight all of you? I ain't got time for that shit. You're wasting enough time as is."

She tried to examine Lloire from a distance to make sure he was still okay, and that moment of distraction gave Kid the opening that he needed to hit her with a blast of energy and make her shake her head to get her vision back. Fighting mages was a lot harder as everything was so damn bright.

Aetheric symbols swirled around her as she started to vent her frustration on the shard of her brother, "Will..." A giant glacier was dropped on him, "You..." Another one, "Just..." Another one... "Piss off!" Aether flared around her in crystalline light and she tapped another crystal in her necklace, though this one didn't drain all the way, instead only draining two thirds of the way as she dropped another huge flare of magic on Kid, then tapped the rest of that crystal and cast a second flare. The power off the flurry of spells back to back was enough to send a shockwave out in all directions.

Kid attempted to ward off the spells but was only able to block off the first set. Those crystals she wore were going to be his undoing if he didn't deprive her of them sooner rather than later. Still, his own pools of aether were rather large and he wasn't exhausting them on flares. Still, the second one she'd unleashed in a row was more than his wards could handle and the explosion blackened his staff arm, leaving it near useless. Still, he wasn't one of Lloire's sides that reacted to anger as easily, not even in the significant pain he was in now. "I... told you... Not going to make this... easy on you!"

He stood up with flames flickering out around him on the ground and took the staff into his other hand. "Enough of this..." Runes began to glow around him as he activated Enochian. "The highest tier of fire magicks he knew was unleashed where she stood, the leylines fed him aether faster and another was cast at her to follow it. "This ends now!" One more swift cast and he'd have the power built up he needed to unleash his largest spell. Another fourth-tier fireball exploded where Ikara was standing and even the group further out could feel the swelling of aether at the battleground.

Hundreds of yalms away Aasifa shot a look around him at the others, looking hurt that he'd been accused. "What? Cannot... be Aasifa, he... is needing to say ...word. Aasifa... has been... quiet. That is a war zone, ...yes?" He croaked out before he grinned widely. "Let's go... and see!" Arakiel frowned and growled but started off towards the explosions before anyone else.

Aeri glanced between Arakiel and Beta both before speeding up the pace the group had set. Which, in all honestly didn't take much as the others were in just as much of a hurry. "I get Ikara can blow shit up... but ... thats a lot of firepower." She shook her head and they all moved as quickly as they reasonably could towards the battle. Aeri had her misgivings about it, as she wasn't really feeling like being blown up in this gods forsaken place, but she had given Ara her word, and she wasn't about to go back on it now.

 Ikara got some satisfaction from Kid's blackened arm. Even thought she had said she was going to put her all into this fight, she was still doing her best to only tap the aether in her necklace as she didn't know what she would find where Beta was. "Oh for Halone's sake... you think this is easy for me? The hardest part of this is not turning the hell around and leaving you to sulk in the fact that I won't fight you. You have the WORST timing ever... I've got places to be! I'm supposed to be saving my boyfriend, not my brother. For fucks sake... worst older brother..."

Fire exploded all around her, but before he could get off all his spells she was moving. This time it was her turn to teleport to him. One moment she was where his spells were aimed, and the next she was standing on top of him and wrapping her arms around him in a bear hug, then smashing her forehead into his nose to interrupt his casting. The first fire spell missed her, the second engulfed both of them, and she aimed her knee for his family jewels when he tried to cast the last spell, aiming to knock him to the ground and just punch him in the face. The whole time she was aiming physical spells at him she was building up her own aether to counter with her own spells.

Kid didn't have a chance to respond right away, her brow had found his nose and it gave a loud crack and blood spewed from the quickly bruising part of his face. "Little brother right now!" He shouted back at her. "You're older than I was!" His aether appeared to stop wavering at all and grew very sure and still as he began reciting the last spell, his eyes locking on her with intense focus. "This ends sis!" The spell was likely one she'd not seen him cast before. It was one that Lloire had learned only recently on the frontlines. His most powerful spell was building over both their heads and it was clear that he meant to put his everything into it, even if it meant a draw and a draw meant they both lost.

Ikara was splattered with warm blood that spewed from Kid's nose, and his words hit a chord with her. It was one of those things she always forgot. She wasn't a kid anymore. She was an adult now. She mostly never felt like one, but she was. She had been through more than most kids ever went through and come across the other side. She had lived to see adulthood. The train of thought was disrupted by the pure aether building as Kid started a spell that she didn't know. She knew if he got the spell off that would be devastating for her, and for Lloire. She had to win, or Lloire would stay broken.

She wiped the blood from her face, and her vision focused on it for a moment making her realize that while it felt real, it still wasn't real. It was all aether, and one thing she was good at was controlling aether. "You're right! I am older than you. I'm an adult, and I don't need Lloire to take care of me. We take care of each other because that is what family does, but I made it this far... and I'll be fine!"

The last five crystals in her necklace started to drain as she pulled the specific types of aether from them. Earth, Air, Fire, Ice, and Lightning... the catalysts that made everything in the world. "I won't destroy you. You're a part of my brother... but I don't have to destroy you to beat you!" She started disrupting the flow of aether in Kid, pulling the elements apart, as she had done so many times with her 'paintings'. Normally she had more time, but right his moment she didn't. She poured all the aether from her necklace into rearranging the aether in this fragment of her big brother. She worked desperately fast, trying to reform him into something else. At the last moment she poured her own aether into building the strongest manawall she could and prayed to Halone to make this work. "I can take care of myself, and you're an egotistical jerk for thinking I can't manage without you!"

 The last words were spoken as his spell went off, and the aether that he was created from shifted into the form she thought of when she thought of their lessons when she was still learning how to cast the simplest spells.

Kid seemed to know that he'd lost in that moment. Despite the spell above them and his own aether breaking down, he smiled. "Good. Remember that... And learn the lesson it took us this long to start to learn..."

Ikara grit her teeth and forced the last strands of aether into place where she wanted them, just as the spell overhead exploded. It could be seen for malms and malms around.

[komainu-no-hana]

L'ania Hena winced and clamored up to her feet, "tisssss.... owww... "  She managed to get up and face the Roe and her rescuers. "Aasifa!" She looked relieved to see him at least. She spotted the new person, he had somehow made a friend. Of course he had.. it was Aasifa. Aasifa Taqalid drew his sword in a fluid motion and dropped into a well practiced stance. For all his strange behavior, none of it showed and he seemed completely disciplined. "You are gettign one chance to apologize to miss L'ania and run away to Liimsa or somethiing... or my good friend here and I will have to cuut you down. Most unpleasant, yes?" The Roe sneered at the two who had come to the rescue. "Mind your own business! Get lost!" With a motion of his hand the mix of hyur and miqo'te thugs moved forward menacingly. They weren't attacking yet, but instead were trying to intimidate the two that were interfering. Hana Komainu rose a brow as the men pushed forward.  She'd faced many and more, monsters far larger than they, and she would not be intimidated so easily.  Hana slipped to L'anias side with whispered footsteps, and then crept an ilm in front of her as if to shield her.  "I advise you leave. Now."

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( @peacekeeper-xiv / Aasifa )

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A New Year

He found the note leaning against the vase at the center of the dining room table. Opening it, his eyes ran over the letters quietly. Casting his gaze upwards to the round timepiece that hung above the cabinet he nodded to himself. There would be time to see her before she left. Afterwards, he would be bound for Ala Mhigo once more. “Claudettea.” “Yes sir?” The woman appeared from the stairs. More than likely after trying to make sense of the mess his work table had become. “I’m heading out for a few days. I want to look into the situation in Ala Mhigo so I won’t be back for a few days.” A soft smile was turned his way. “Very god sir. Be safe, please.” The man gave a short nod in answer. “As always.” With that, he picked up his pack and made for the door. Best to see Velestine off and let Soren and Ikara know he would be gone for a while after all.

“So, what exactly brought ya out to the Burn anyway  mister… Ah-see-fa?” The Seeker, though a strange one to be sure, was consulting his coin again for their direction. Beta might have been more opposed but so far the man had found them food, shelter from a dust storm, and relatively safe travels so far with his method. Who was Beta to argue with results? “Hmm? Oh! Yes, Aasifa was following the wind. It is leading him to the sands and many worms. There is much of desert life that Aasifa misses. Worms, they are not so much a missed thing.” The coin was flipped a second time and this seemed to be the deciding toss on their direction. “We will travel for two more bells.” The man pointed off towards a southwestern direction. “This way the winds of chance are saying, yes? Aasifa is feeling home is coming closer for small friend Beta.” The younger Miqo’te pulled his goggles back over his eyes and nodded. “Alright, lead on.” **Editor’s Note: This is a post from Wednesday, January 9, 2019 that was not originally posted here due to concerns with Tumblr’s adult content policies.**

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Random Encounter

<Bleep!> <Warning! Warning! Critical failure imminent><Bleep!>

“Sprockets! Come on girl, just a bit more. If we make it to Doma we’ll be fine. Come on, just a bit longer!”

<Bleep!><Engine overheating detected><Ceruleum ejection recommended!>

“Come on! If I do tha-“

<Boooooooom!>

 “Son of a bracket!”

<Core overload imminent, please eject ceruleum>

“Friction!”

<Boop!><Ceruleum ejection confirmed. Initiating!><Bleep boop!>

 “Okay, okay, come on girl, guide me down safely. Come on…. You’ve got this.” Reaching up, the small Miqo’te touched the panel that was connected to the tombstone he’d left Ikara.

“Mayday, mayday. Red Rose is damaged. Initiating an emergency landing in The B—“

 <Crash!>

 The next short while was a blur of sight and sound, then darkness. When he came to again, it was to the sound of voices. “Over here! The smoke is coming from here, just past this dune!”

Rubbing his eyes with one hand, Beta clicked the release for his harness with the other before tumbling out of the wreckage of Red Rose.

“Umph!”

The voices were growing closer. “Just over here! We need to stop this one. He let the others escape! If you want to keep your heads, best capture the dissident!”

His vision went out and then back in. Men, a dozen or so, all in Garlean regular uniforms were headed for him.

“There he is. He’s unarmed. Capture him!”

Hands frantically dug in the sand nearby for a weapon, his gun, a piece of broken magitek, anything, but there was nothing. Instead he found himself surrounded by Imperials. Their leader had his gunblade only a sliver of air away from Beta’s head.

“Don’t move.”

The young Miqo’te listened, though his eyes drew up to see the face of his captor. A strong jaw, snowy hair styled in a bowl cut usually kept by Domans, his armor that of a Laquearius. He wasn’t wearing the helm so many of them favored.

It wouldn’t have helped.

Beta watched without truly registering what happened. There was a gust of air. The sound of something cutting through it. Then, before anything else was seen, the Laquearius’ head slipped free of its shoulders and rolled down to the white sands, staring blankly up at Beta.

“You are knowing… these lands are not yours…. Yes Imperials?”

The younger Miqo’te could see the speaker as the Laquearius’ body dropped to its knees and then crumpled over. The man wore gray clothing that blended in with the sands, a crimson coated scimitar was tightly gripped in his right hand.

“You are seeing… Aasifa is not liking the odds you are giving small catte. So he is evening these odds, yes?” The others barely had time to register what happened as the other Miqo’te spoke. Then the next one lost his head. Then another. The man slaughtered the Garleans with an almost surgical precision, moving through them as though it were a dance. When the last of them fell to the ground dead he sheathed the curved blade and held out his hand for Beta.

“Do not worry. Aasifa is here to help.”

Beta took the offered hand and was pulled to his feet.

“Thank you.”

The other Miqo’te, strange as he was, simply shook his head. “No thanks is needed. The winds told Aasifa to save the child of peace. Since they were men of war, the choice was obvious, yes?”

Beta blinked at the man and slowly nodded. “Sure.”

“Good.”

The Miqo’te grinned.

“Then… maybe you can help Aasifa find a way home, yes? The worms seem happy to keep him here.”

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[peacekeeper-xiv]

Honest Q&A: Round 6! Table

Hello all! It’s been a while since we were all together. I’m glad everyone was able to join our roundtable today. Hmm… looking over the questions submitted they seem to be… ahh, yes, these were all omitted from the previous questionnaires due to their… darker theme. Well, it seems my editor is looking to expand our readership. Very well, if anyone feels uncomfortable answering these VERY hypotheticals… feel free to pass.

First, a question for myself. Where have you all been? It’s been really hard to track you all down for another sit down lately.

Lloire: “I’ve been… Home. Researching. I might have doubled my workload recently so… I’ve been busy.”

K’risa: “I had to go back home for a bit. Mother got herself into some trouble and I needed to give her a hand.”

Beta: “Work, work, work. Poor Ikara probably thinks I’m a myth. Mythical boyfriend. Only appears on blue moons. My uh… well, Lucilius told me about some things going on back… home. I’m trying to help out some and I’ve been pouring myself into my work. I’m bad at taking breaks.”

Chadrick: “Ye an’ Scars o’er there are soundin’ more an’ more alike lad. As fer me? Ah’ve been spending quality time with Aislyn. Our last job set us up fer a good while so… we’re on leave fer a bit.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa found himself in the Burn, yes? Difficult place to be. Many things try to kill Aasifa, but he is difficult man to kill.”

Benedict: “Work seems to have dried up, so I have been spending my time working odd jobs and helping with restoration efforts at some of the holy sites.”

Chance: “East.”

Felix: “You find me when I want you to find me. You don’t need to know more than that.”

 Alright, on to our… readers’ questions. <cough> Uh-hmm… let’s get this over with, shall we?

“If you had to kill one person you cared about to save the rest of the world, who would you pick?”

Lloire: “Hmm, I know everyone expects me to say myself…”

Felix: “Lo, Lloire, I'm sure we’re all eager to hear your answer, I'm going to let you finish, but I’ve been waiting for these kinds of questions a long time! A long, long time! Me… I’d kill anyone to save the world. It doesn’t really matter who. After a while you learn that sacrifice is sometimes necessary.”

Lloire: “Right… As I was saying… I know everyone expects me to say myself… but that sounds like a cheap answer. Everyone would say that, except apparently Felix.. To answer the more difficult question… who besides myself would I kill? I’d have to say Soren. I’d like to imagine he’d do the same in that situation. We’ve been through enough together to know it’s what the other would want I think.”

K’risa: “I’m, vaguely concerned that you both answered that so easily. I don’t think I could do it. Killing someone awful to save the world is one thing. I don’t know that I want to save a world where I’m forced to kill a loved one.”

Beta: “This is a bit-crank question. Who thinks up this kinda garbage? I guess if I had to pick it’d be Lucilius. He’s older than anyone else I care about… But I’m kinda with K’risa.”

Chadrick: “Tha’s nay tha way ‘eroes work. Ah would nay stop another from sacrificin’ themsel’es, but Ah’m nay about t’ kill an innocent. Meself, sure. Nay another.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is thinking… His former master, yes? Aasifa is having cares for this person.”

Benedict: “Master Taqalid… I would very much like to hear your full story someday. I fear I too would be unable to kill another to save the world. I am not so arrogant as to assume myself above the gods. If it is their will, the world would be saved without so gruesome an act.”

Chance: “Yea, sure, everyone dies or one person dies. Makes sense. I’m not hero enough to go offing myself, so it’s probably going to be the least liked member of my crew. Sorry, whoever that is. You should’ve been more likeable I guess.”

 "What is the worst thing you can imagine someone doing?"

Felix: “Ooh, we get to be creative now? Awesome! Let’s see… Oh! I know. Flaying someone alive while hooking them up to machines to ensure they don’t die then leaving just enough flesh that you can heal it and start all over again. And again. And again.”

Lloire: “You… sound entirely too gleeful at that thought. I’ll keep it simple. Betrayal. ”

K’risa: “Lying. I hate liars. Breaking someone’s trust is the worst!”

Beta: “Bad people are just that, bad. The worst thing someone can do is be a good person and stand by while bad things happen.”

Chadrick: “Good point lad. Aye, tha indifference o’ good men is probably tha worst sin.”

Aasifa: “Making someone your slave. You do this, Aasifa will kill you.”

Benedict: “Turning away from the Gods. It is one thing to be ignorant of them, and another entirely to believe and abandon them when life changes.”

Chance: “Desertion. Plain and simple. You don’t wanna fight, don’t sign up. You run, you get others killed.”

 "Do you think death is the worst fate there is?"

Felix: “Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah. No. Losing your mind is. Insanity, amnesia, anything of that sort is far worse. Better to die as the person you are than to live as someone else.”

Lloire: “I’m of a similar mind, though more to the mindset of freewill. The worst fate is giving up who you are and knowing you’ve done so. To be a puppet for another.”

K’risa: “Watching those you love die is worse than dying yourself.”

Beta: “I don’t know guys, dying means things can’t be fixed. Like, someone might be able to restore your mind, your puppeteer might get killed and you go free, you will meet new loved ones. Dying is the only one that means you don’t get another shot.”

Chadrick: “Aye lad, but there’s somethin’ comfortin’ in knowin’ it’s nay your problem anymore. Ah think those who’ve lived through enough know tha’ sometimes e’en tha memories of wha’ ‘appened are worse than dyin’. Ah think bein’ forced t’ relive yer worst failures would be far worse than a simple an’ clean death.”

Aasifa: “Being slave is worse than death. What is life if you do not control your own destiny? Even if you leave this to chance, it is your choice, not the choice of another.”

Benedict: “There is far worse than death. Death is simply a new beginning that brings us closer to the Gods.”

Chance: “There’s not much worse than death. A lotta shit you can move past. Me personally though… I’d rather die than be feeble and weak. I’d rather die the man I am then be left a crippled shell of who I was.”

 “Would you rather know the date of your death or the cause of your death?”

Felix: “The cause, without question. It can more easily be circumvented that way.”

Lloire: “Hmm, the date. You’d have time to set your affairs in order. There is no hiding from death forever so… better to be prepared when it does come.”

K’risa: “Neither! I’d be panicked the whole time if I knew the date. Like a time bomb ticking. If I knew how, everything remotely close to like it would scare me.”

Beta: “I guess the date? Would be kinda nice to know how long I make it and know how many projects I could finish.”

Chadrick: “Well shyte, Death-catte an’ Scars o’er there both make good points. Neither one seems better than tha other. I guess date so Ah could make sure Aislyn was cared fer when Ah was gone but nay before.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is knowing these things already. This question does not apply to Aasifa.”

Benedict: “I’m more concerned with how I live than how I die.”

Chance: “Cause. If I’m fated to die in some auroch shit way like getting sick or in my sleep, fuck that. I’ll go out before hand in a fight on my own terms.”

 “If you were trapped on an island, would you rather resort to cannibalism or die of starvation?”

Felix: “Cannibalism. No offense, but meat is meat at the end of the day.”

Lloire: “I’ll… do what I must to survive.”

K’risa: “Nope. No. Nu-uh. Not happening. I am not eating people!”

Beta: “I barely like meat as it is. I don’t think I could do it.”

Chadrick: “Ah’m nay killin’ anyone else t’ eat them, but if they were already dead… Ah’m not goin’ t’ die so tha flies can get fat instead.”

Aasifa: “No, this thing is not done. The body once housed the soul and must be treated with respect or the soul will not move on. Aasifa is not being responsible for revenants.”

Benedict: “I suppose I will die.”

Chance: “Hate to say it, but I’m with Lloire. Won’t like it, but survival.”

 “Would you rather have an arm hacked off or a leg?”

Felix: “A leg. Much easier to make a new one if you have both hands to work with.”

Lloire: “Are you an Ascian? I’m asking for a friend. Anyways… I say arm. The Flame General seems to get along fine after all.”

K’risa: “My leg if I have to choose. I mean, I can sit and sew.”

Beta: “I’m going to go with the majority so far. We had someone in the Blades who had a magitek leg. Pretty sure I could make something similar… but I’d need my hands to do it.”

Chadrick: “Ah’m with Lloire. Ah can wield me sword with one ‘and. Much ‘arder to run or dodge with one leg.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is getting choice? He would flip coin to see which.”

Benedict: “An arm is not needed to kneel in prayer.”

Chance: “You can tell who the ones at the table are who fight the most. I’ll go with arm too.”

 “If you murdered someone, how would you get rid of the body?”

Felix: “That’s pretty easy. Fire. Don’t leave behind evidence.”

Lloire: “I… agreed. For once.”

K’risa: “I guess that works for people who have unlimited access to fire on the spot. I’d probably make it look like Amalj’aa did it.”

Beta: “I want to be made everyone has an easy time thinking about this… but I already decided acid so I don’t have any room to talk.”

Chadrick: “Ah’ve got contacts. They’d be much better about it than Ah would be.”

Aasifa: “Get rid of body? Why are we doing this? If you get rid of body, how will the others know not to test you? It is better to display what is done and allow them to see to their dead.”

Benedict: “I… I have no answer for this.”

Chance: “Probably by dropping it off with whoever paid for the job.”

 “Would you rather hear the voices of dead people or see their ghosts?”

Felix: “Hear, definitely. The dead might have useful things to say. I don’t really care what they look like though.”

Lloire: “Both options are readily available so the question is rather moot.”

K’risa: “Creepy. Um, I guess see. There are people I’d want to see one more time.”

Beta: “Let’s go with neither. Yea, neither. The dead should just yanno, stay dead. ”

Chadrick: “O’, Ah’m with Death-catte it seems. Ah’d ‘ave a much easier time findin’ things if Ah could ask tha previous occupants where they left stuff.”

Aasifa: “This is not Aasifa’s place. There are those who are blessed to listen to the dead. Aasifa is not worthy of this honor.”

Benedict: “I’d like to hear them. I might be able to help them find a way to move on.”

Chance: “The fuck do I care about ghosts? If I gotta pick, see. That way I can kill them if they’re fucked up.”

 “If someone you loved committed a gruesome murder, would you help them cover it up?”

Felix: “Only fair.”

Lloire: “It would depend on the circumstances.”

K’risa: “Uh, no.”

Beta: “I don’t know. That’s a pretty big ask. I’d hope nobody I loved would do that or involve me really.”

Chadrick: “Aye, dependin’ on their reasons. Fer shytes an’ giggles, nay. But some people need killin’ an’ tha law doesnay always see it tha same.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is still not understanding this cover up or hiding bodies thing. If you do the thing, be proud of your actions. Stand by them, yes?”

Benedict: “I… am having trouble with that notion Master Taqalid. I don’t believe anyone should take pride in murder. I’m afraid I would not be able to help them hide their crime.”

Chance: “Yea, most likely.”

 “Would you rather be kidnapped for six months and survive or die without any psychological damage?”

Felix: “Psh, psychological damage? For my kidnappers you mean?”

Lloire: “I’ve lived through it before. I’d choose survival once again.”

K’risa: “I’m not sure I’m made of the same stuff as you guys. I hate the sound of being kidnapped that long, but, I’d still rather live.”

Beta: “I guess it depends on by who. Being a P.O.W. is bad but not as bad as some sadistic psychopath in some underground ruins.”

Chadrick: “It’s worse fer a lass than a lad most times. I’d choose life more likely than nay.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is probably killed in escape attempt. So it is death either way.”

Benedict: “Every man can be broken. Yes, even you two. I’d rather die than be broken in such a way.”

Chance: “Live. Then I can go back, find who captured me, and make them pay.”

 “You can only save one... your worst enemy’s infant child, or your best friend's true love. Who do you pick?”

Felix: “Hmm, my worst enemies infant child. Then I would raise them to oppose my enemy.”

Lloire: “Most likely my best friend’s true love. Simply because in doing so I would be save more lives, my best friend’s included most likely.”

K’risa: “Ugh! This is horrible. The child of course. They’re innocent!”

Beta: “Yea, I’m going to have to go with the kid too.”

Chadrick: “Ah’m with Scars. Tha true love. Ye di’nay know how much wickedness is in tha blood and while e’eryone is born innocent, nobody stays tha’ way. Love on tha other ‘and… Tha’s nothing to scoff at if it’s true. Ye need t’ protect it.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa’s worst enemies are either not allowed to have children or their children would be too well guarded to ever need Aasifa’s saving, so he is picking the other option, yes?”

Benedict: “What the child may become is up to them, the sins of the parents are not the sins of the child. I agree with miss Mau.”

Chance: “The child. If my best friend cannot protect their loved one and they can’t protect themselves, that isn’t my fault. The child has no one except the fool who became my enemy.”

 “Would you rather marry your most recent ex or spend five years in jail?”

Felix: “I married my most recent ex’s. I’ve got no problem doing it again.”

Lloire: “I’ll take jail. Been there, done that. I’ve screwed up a marriage before. I’d rather not do that again.”

K’risa: “I’m going to go with jail too. Some men aren’t the marrying type.”

Beta: “Mister Chadrick? If looks could kill you might be dead. I think it’s safe for me to say marrying my ex. Kinda a non-issue for me.”

Chadrick: “Come on lass. Ah’d do fine in a bondin’, it just di’nay work between us. Ah’d still say bondin’ though. Jail’s a pain an’ e’en if ye are exes fer a reason… bondin’s can be annulled pretty easily.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa would be widower then. Still, it is better than losing freedom.”

Benedict: “I fear I cannot answer this as I do not have an ex per say.”

Chance: “Yea, I’d marry her to get outta the jail time, annul it, and get on with my life. Heroboy has the right idea for once.”

 Thank you all for taking the time to answer these… ahem… questions. I appreciate your candor and I’m sure our readers do as well.  One last question of my own before we break. What’s next for you?

Felix: “I’m setting up a new… workshop in the Mists.”

Lloire: “I’ve a problem of my own making I need to deal with. Once that’s handled… I need to get back out into the world.

K’risa: “I’m not really sure. Been thinking about going back home. I’ll be sure to say good-bye and let you know if I do.”

Beta: “I’m going to keep working with Lucilius but yea, I should prolyl take a bit more time away from work too.”

Chadrick: “Back t’ work Ah imagine. Ah’ve been hearing some strange things about Dalmasca. Might go an’ take a look.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa will follow the wind. See where it is taking him, yes?”

Benedict: “I will be looking for work for Sunny and I. What’s that Master Ashton? Oh, certainly.”

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Biggest White lies my character tells habitually

Lloire: “The mask is to hide my identity.”

Beta:  “I slept!”

Chadrick: “Ye are tha most beautiful lass Ah’ve e’er met.”

Chance: “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is content with dying.”

Felix: “You’re right.”

K’risa: “It’s fine, I don’t even miss him.”

Benedict: “I don’t remember.”

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Honest Q&A: Round 5! Table

Glad to see you all here. Let’s jump right in then. It’s been a while and our reader’s will surely be itching to learn more about Eorzea’s adventurous types.

If you were ruler of your own country what would be the first law you would introduce?

Lloire: “Tch. I would introduce a law that changed our system of government to one more akin to Ishgard’s House of Commons system so that whatever fools put me in charge stood a better chance.”

K’risa: “Um, doesn’t the fact that you wanna do that make you a good choice for a ruler? Anyways, I would introduce laws that were in place to severely punish anyone found tempered or assisting with tempering.”

Beta: “No, no, miss Mau. He’s right. A leader’s gotta be willing to be willing to NOT be sacrificial. The General has to know when –they- have to withdraw from the field, and Lloire just wouldn’t ever be able to do that. For me though, I’d put strict regulations on Magitek use to coincide with the increased production.”

Chadrick: “The feck? Tha three o’ ye can actually think o’ this shyte? Nay lads, Ah’m nay rulin’ anyone. Ah suppose me first an’ only law would be t’ abolish tha government so each man was free.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is banning slaves or people who are being worked ;like slaves for little gil.”

Benedict: “I consider myself a man of the gods. It would be improper for me to rule over others. My beliefs would unfairly cloud my judgment.”

Chance: “A merc country? Heh, a king who fights his own battles. Would be a sight, yea?”

Felix: “Only fools rule. A ruler is always a puppet. A puppet to those with coin, to the popular opinion, to blackmail, or any number of other things. Why rule when you can manipulate from the shadows? I’d never get suckered into being any country’s ruler.”

 What's the longest you've gone without sleep (and why)?

Lloire: “A week. …People I cared about were trapped within the void. I spent a week fighting to free them and only finally slept when Soren drugged me.”

K’risa: “A week? How are you not dead? No. I don’t wanna know. Longest I went was still less than a day. What? Girl needs her rest!”

Beta: “Um, well… crankshafts… I think it was three days? I was building something important.”

Chadrick: “T’was bout twenty-four ‘ours. Was travelin’ through some rough territory. Could nay afford t’ sleep, so, we pushed through.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is sleeping every day. It is only way to stay strong, yes?”

Benedict: “I am in agreement with Master Taqalid. Proper rest is important for the body and mind.”

Chance: “Three days. Dravonians had us pinned down.”

Felix: “I didn’t count, but I recall it was several weeks. I had an experiment that required my undivided attention and well, with the right potions you can forgo sleep. Albeit at a slight degradation of your capacities.”

 Aside from necessities, what one thing could you not go a day without?

Lloire: “A book to read.”

K’risa: “My blankets! What, it’s all your fault. Talking about not sleeping made me sleepy!”

Beta: “Coffee!”

Chadrick: “Seein’ a beautiful lass smile. Nary a soul should e’er do without.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa has been without, yes? So, there is nothing he is needing so much he cannot be without.”

Benedict: “Prayer. I only bring it up as a non-necessity because so many others live without it. I could not.”

Chance: “A knife. You should always have a knife.”

Felix: “I think I will agree with dark and broody over there. Constantly learn. You should read every day.”

 Which of the five senses would you say is your strongest?

Lloire: “Smell, strange as might seem. I guess I honed it over the years learning to cook. Taste is important and all, but you smell the food well before you ever taste it… and the smell lingers long after the food is gone.”

K’risa: “I unno, hearing I guess?”

Beta: “Sight for sure. Picking things apart and remembering exactly what I saw and where a screw or bolt was… Yea, definitely sight.”

Chadrick: “O’ now, this is an easy one. Touch. Easy. ‘ands down.”

Aasifa: “Friend Chadrick, Aasifa worries you are meaning hands down skirts with way you are saying this. For Aasifa, it is hearing like friend K’risa. He is training whole childhood to be hearing intruders.”

Benedict: “I would have to say taste. Mine is overly strong, so I prefer more ‘bland’ flavors.”

Chance: “Smell for me too. Different uses though.”

Felix: “My sixth. Next question.”

 Which of the five senses would you give up if you had to lose one?

Lloire: “Given previous… injuries, sight. I’ve already started training to be without it. I’d miss it for sure, but I would miss the others more.”

K’risa: “Really? You’d go blind before not being able to cook? You’re a strange one. For me, it’d be smell.”

Beta: “I’m kinda with miss K’risa Lloire. It’s crazy to go blind instead of not being able to smell. You’d get yourself ki--…. Oh… Nevermind, it all makes sense.”

Chadrick: “Well, Ah mean… Ah’d lose me sight before me sense o’ touch… but alas, Ah must agree with tha others… Smell can go first.”

Aasifa: “Hmm, Aasifa is thinking touch. If he is not feeling, there is no pain, he is greater fighter, yes?”

Benedict: “I’m not certain that would be wise Master Taqalid. Pain is a warning so we know how far to push ourselves. I am with the others. Perhaps a lost sense of smell might even out my sense of taste.”

Chance: “Sound I guess. Wouldn’t have to hear as much whining from people at least.”

Felix: “An interesting question… though I have to agree with the majority. Smell is the least useful sense in the lives we live.”

 How would your friends describe you?

Lloire: “Depends on the friend I imagine. Soren’d tell you I’m a stubborn ass who always thinks he’s right. Siben’d tell you I try to hard and am quick to temper. Most everyone would likely agree that I’m injury prone I suppose.”

K’risa: “Um, I guess they’d say I was a hard worker.”

Beta: “Injury prone? That’s how you describe it? It’s not like you slipped and fell on a knife yanno. Um, most’a my friends would probably say I’m a workaholic and I’m bad at multitasking and should eat more.”

Chadrick: “Well, shyte. Ah’m nay sure. A few’d probably say Ah was a cocky bloke.”

Aasifa: “Friends have said before, describing Aasifa is difficult thing. But most are saying he like like the wind.”

Benedict: “I would hope they’d describe me as warm and caring. Protective.”

Chance: “And big Benny. As for me, ain’t too many I call friend and fewer still I’d give a fuck what they said.”

Felix: “As the guy you call when shits gone to hell and you need a way out.”

 What did you want to be when you were small?

Lloire: “An archmage. Someone like Louisoix or Shatotto.”

K’risa: “I wanted what every girl in our tribe wanted. To be a huntress.”

Beta: “You just… I swear, you don’t own a mirror do you? Ugh. I wanted to be the world’s best engineer. Well, okay, want to be…”

Chadrick: “Ah was goin’ t’ say lad… ye are still a wee one. As fer me, Ah’ve always dreamed o’ bein’ a ‘ero. E’er since Ah too was a wee lad.”

Aasifa: “Free, yes?”

Benedict: “When I was young, I simply wished to please the family that took me in.”

Chance: “A merc. It was all I’d known.”

Felix: “Alchemy has been an interest of mine since I first heard of it.”

 What's the craziest thing you’ve done in the name of love?

Lloire: “Pretty sure I have to say ‘Stab myself in the chest’ or Beta will call me out on it.”

K’risa: “Yea, he will. How did you—I’d rather not know. I uh, left my tribe and everyone I knew.”

Beta: “Yea, next time you go falling for a girl, maybe just roses and chocolates, ‘kay? For me, it was raid a castrum and take over all their reapers.”

Chadrick: “Ah di’nay know tha’ Ah’d call it fer love… but tha craziest thing Ah did fer romance was date wha’ amounted t’ a princess. Di’nay hiss K’risa… she ne’er did a thing t’ ye.””

Aasifa: “Aasifa is not understanding question. Everything done for love is crazy, yes? Otherwise… is not love?”

Benedict: “I fear I am going to have to abstain from answering. I have not been in love and as such have not done anything foolish.”

Chance: “Tried to play at hero.”

Felix: “Hmm… pretty much everything I did from the age nineteen to twenty-three.”

 Do you collect anything? If so, what?

Lloire: “Books.”

K’risa: “I don’t think it counts that I collect fabrics, considering that’s my job.”

Beta: “Mostly Garlean scrap. Wha? It’s not ‘technically’ my job. Also, Lloire, I’m pretty sure you collect scars.”

Chadrick: “Ah’ve a giant collection o’ tha things Ah kept from each o’ me missions. Aislyn an’ Ah make it a point t’ keep one thing from each job.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is not one for ‘things’, yes? You cannot take with you. No matter what some people might think.”

Benedict: “Yes, I have a collection of different totems, rosaries, wards, from various beliefs. I enjoy learning about other people’s beliefs.”

Chance: “…no. The fuck am I gonna do with all that extra weight?”

Felix: “Like Scars, I have a collection of tomes as well as a collection of rare metals and gems.”

 Who was your first crush?

Lloire: “A woman named Stanzie. ”

K’risa: “A pretty boy hero who doesn’t know how to sit still.”

Beta: “Um, I guess Ikara? I mean, I didn’t really get the whole dating thing before I met her.”

Chadrick: “There was this lass named Cathleen when Ah was growin’ up. Me da dealt with ‘ers kind o’ regularly. Otherwise, Ah’d ‘ave t’ say Sinomen.”

Aasifa: “Bliss. Let us speak on something new, yes?”

Benedict: “Again, I will need to bow… what is that mister Tamisier? Oh, well.. I suppose… very well. There was a young Elezen girl when I was much much younger… but that was highly inappropriate. Her name? Oh… It’s been so many years. Killie… Kyliean… I fear I do not recall anymore.”

Chance: “Right… sure you don’t Benny. There was a fellow merc when I was starting out. Becca. That’s all ya need to know.”

Felix: “I suppose my betrothed when I was young would have been my first crush. Her name was Alison.”

 Do you or your family have a “motto” – spoken or unspoken?

Lloire: “No. Not really. Maybe if I start one someday I’ll come up with one.”

K’risa: “Oh, like I’d forget what I hear time and time again. ‘One struggle, one people, one destiny.’”

Beta: “Noooope.”

Chadrick: “Ah’ll go with me ma’s. ‘Fortune favours tha bold.’”

Aasifa: “If Aasifa is having one… he is not knowing it, yes?”

Benedict: “As with miss Mau, I could not forget it if I tried. ‘Honour is the reward of virtue.’”

Chance: “No.”

Felix: “Hahaha. Yea, no.”

 What do you do to keep fit?

Lloire: “Every morning is a fairly standard routine. Pushups, crunches, squats, a run… plus all the training and fighting.”

K’risa: “Keep fit? Do you all have to try to stay fit?”

Beta: “I guess all my time at the forge keeps me pretty fit. I mean, hammering stuff all day and working on magitek… it can be hard work.”

Chadrick: “Blitzball’s a pretty full body workout ye know. Outside o’ tha’… Ah find Ah di’nay need much else, aye?”

Aasifa: “Aasifa and Lloire are similar here. Aasifa wakes and does morning exercises. It is ingrained in him since time first remembered.”

Benedict: “I am not so sure I am as fit as say Master Peace or Master Taqalid.”

Chance: “Work. Don’t need anything else.”

Felix: “Aya started me on a training regimen some many many years ago. I’ve stuck with it since.”

 If you could live somewhere else from where you live now, where would it be?

Lloire: “Yanxia. It’s beautiful there.”

K’risa: “I’ve heard there is a land to the south that sounds amazing.”

Beta: “Idyllshire for sure. I wish I could now!”

Chadrick: “E’erywhere. Ah cannay imagine settlin’ down t’ any one spot.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is with friend Chadrick. The winds blow everywhere. So does Aasifa”

Benedict: “I… have not given that thought. There is still much of the world for me to see to rightly say. Lady Sayo has spoken much of the east and I’ve heard the Steepe is beautiful.”

Chance: “Where I live doesn’t matter. Where doesn’t make it home.”

Felix: “Hah. And packs like to keep on the move, right wolfboy? Dravania if I had to pick.”

 If you had a warning label, what would yours say?

Lloire: “Danger of death, high voltage.”

K’risa: “Shocking.” *snickers* “Um Cat crossing? I don’t know. I’m not all that dangerous.”

Beta: “I unno, something like Warning, explosion hazards I guess?”

Chadrick: “Caution, ‘ot. Tha rest o’ ye are too damned serious.”

Aasifa: “Umm… This is strange question… Aasifa’s would say, warning… anger Aasifa and he will cut of your head. Is good warning, yes?”

Benedict: “I… I think that may be a bit on the nose Master Taqalid. I suppose mine would say Contents under pressure.”

Chance: “Wolf advisory in effect.”

Felix: “Seek shelter.”

 How do you sleep? With clothes, fitfully or peacefully, lots of pillows?

Lloire: “Odd question… I have night clothes… a single pillow, and I imagine a bit more fitfully than many others.”

K’risa: “You poor thing. I um, have a nightgown. That’s all I’m telling!”

Beta: “Rarely and usually where I fall.”

Chadrick: “Godsdamn lad… Yer too young fer all o’ tha’. Get yer rest. Lots o’ pillows and quite peacefully.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa has bed made of cushions. He sleeps well. You should try it. Very comfortable.”

Benedict: “I spend most nights in inn rooms. They are comfortable enough.”

Chance: “Bedrolls more often than not. I sleep fine.”

Felix: “You don’t want to know… trust me. Suffice it to say… in velvet.”

 Real quick, before you all leave. It was recently Valentione’s Day here is Eorzea. How did you feel about that holiday?

Lloire: “Tch… None of your business. My Shield Sister loves it though.”

K’risa: “I love it! I sold all kinds of cute lingerie!”

Beta: “Ikara and I always go out and enjoy the festivities. So I like it.”

Chadrick: “It’s a celebration o’ love, aye? Wha’s nay t’ like unless you’re tha’ gloomy type. Nay dating fer ye eh Lloire? Cut inta tha broodin’ time?”

Aasifa: “This festival was fun time! Aasifa and companion Rahya scared many moogles and then got chairs for our efforts, yes?”

Benedict: “I’m afraid I did not participate, though the decorations and festivities made Sunny quite happy.”

Chance: “…Yea, Lloire… I still owe you an asswhooping for that. She’s still laughing at me… ass.”

Felix: “The pink hurts my eyes… Heh, pinkeye. Hmm… maybe next year I’ll… huh? Oh, we’re done. Great.”

 As always, thank you all for answering our readers’ questions. I think next round we’ll have another theme. Until then!

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Honest Q&A: Round 3! Table

By the Twelve! You’re all back!? I mean… um… welcome back, all. Yes. *Cough* Well, as much as it pains me to admit it, I am rather surprised you all accepted my invitation a third time. Excluding mister Mordenson who has… um... graciously chosen to join us despite lacking an invitation… Let’s begin with the obvious question. As usual, we will go around the table.

What is it that prompts you to answer these questions?

Lloire: “I suppose for myself, it’s that I have been through a lot lately. Answering these helps me better understand that man I was and who he is and who he is becoming. The more you learn about me, the more I learn about myself.”

Beta: “That… was surprisingly honest and introspective. Um… We have to be honest right? I’m mostly here to learn more about that guy and to make snarky comments.”

Chadrick: “Aye, ye do seem t’ ‘ave a chip on yer shoulder with ‘Scars’ there lad. Fer me? Ye offered me tha’ hefty pouch o’ gi—O’… too ‘onest ye say? As ye like.”

Aasifa: “The winds blow Aasifa here. You must ask them if you are wanting to know this thing, yes?”

K’risa: “Wait, I thought this was some kinda counseling thing? You’re not just some weirdo asking random questions are you?”

Benedict: “Master Peace there has the right of it. To know oneself is to know the gods.”

Chance: “Good fucking question. Hells if I know.”

Felix: *Laughs* “Master… Peace. Hah. I was bored.”

 Alright. Well, now that we have that settled, let’s get into the list of questions our readers have, yes? Great.

Imagine a future point in your life where all your dreams come true. It's the greatest moment in your life and you get to experience it with -one- person. Who's standing next to you?

Lloire: “…I… Well… I have no idea. It depends on the path I take I suppose. We defeat the empire, it’s Ikara or Soren. I manage to uncover all the lost magicks of the world and start a new school of magick, probably Yuti. I… retire and settle down to cook and live with a family… Some unknown person I’ve not met yet or a child I suppose. Choosing one person is too difficult I fear.”

Beta: “No it’s not. Watch. Ikara.” *Eyes Lloire suspiciously*

Chadrick: “Ah’m with tha lad truthfully. But maybe tha’s just us and ye ‘ave way more close friends than we. Fer me though, Aislyn.”

Aasifa: “Hmm, if Aasifa’s dreams are coming true, he is likely alone but he is rathering companion Rahya is with him, yes?”

K’risa: “Rathering is not a word. Where are you from anyways? Oh, I, uh, sorry I asked. Anyways, I don’t know enough people and I’m not all that close to anyone anymore so, I can’t say. Maybe the kid there. He’s adorable and snarky and would probably make whatever it was all the more fun.”

Benedict: “Sunny would be with me. This much I know.”

Chance: “Helfyre.”

Felix: “Oh, you’d all be witness to it.” *cackles* “But only Aya would be standing beside me.”

 On an average day, what can be found in your pockets?

Lloire: “Hmm, crystals, jewels, a knife, a few vials perhaps. Some gil obviously. On average.”

Beta: “Gears, wires, bolts, screws, tube of grease, tools, crystals, some nuts and berries maybe. Paper, pen. Um… tape, maybe some choco- oh, that’s enough Sure.”

Chadrick: “A wee bit o’ gil Ah suppose. Most e’erythin else is in me pack instead. Ah prefer t’ keep light on me feet.”

Aasifa: “Hmm, let Aasifa be seeing, yes?” *Starts emptying out pockets on the table* “Pepper shaker, feather of big fluffy dragon with hard to say name, someone else’s grocery list, wishbone of Dodo bird. Hmm… Ball of yarn, playing card, ball from Moogle Paw game. A shell from a snail. A pair of broken spectacles, a frog. Hmm, this is where garlean rubber band ball went. Wait… where is Aasifa’s cotton bolls?”

K’risa: “H-how did, did, you, fit?” *rubs her eyes* “Anyways! Sewing needle, thread, gil, measuring tape, that kinda stuff.”

Benedict: “Gil, as the others have noted… save for Lord Taqalid there. I also keep pamphlets for those interested in learning more of the Twelve as well as marks for each of them. Would anyone here like a pamphlet, no? Alright…”

Chance: “Gil. Knife.”

Felix: “Hmm, herb, poisons, bones, stones, vial of various bloods. What’s with the look? Oh please… fine.”

 What’s a body part that you wouldn’t mind losing?

Lloire: “Do we get to live without it? If so, I’d happily remove my heart.”

Beta: “Wow…. Just wow. That… yea.. um… I’d say… Maybe a leg? I could build a magitek one to replace mine. Maybe build a firearm inside it. One of those small ones that pops out in a bind. That would be neat, right?”

Chadrick: “Right… Ye both ‘ave given this thought before Ah see… Ah’d pick, feck… me little finger on me nay dominant ‘and Ah suppose. Cannay imagine losing me ability t’ see tha beauty o’ tha world, or smell good food some lass cooked, or hear ‘er beautiful singing or… well, ye get tha idea.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is picking his appendix, yes?”

K’risa: “Your what now? I almost wanna swap seats again. I’d lose, an ear I guess? I could always wear hats to hide it.”

Benedict: “Hmm, I need my legs and arms to pray, perhaps an eye. Even if I lost both, Sunny leads us where we need to go anyways.”

Chance: “None. What? He said ‘mind’. I’d mind losing anything. You’re all freaks for not minding.”

Felix: “You know what an appendix is?” *eyes Aasifa* “I mean, that -is- the best answer, but mine is anything except my head. Whatever it is can be grown back.”

 What are three labels that you identify with?

Lloire: “Mage, survivor, guilty.”

Beta: “Yup… that sounds about right. You prolly should’a added Martyr first though. For me, Engineer, Inventor, and… Young.”

Chadrick: “Well shyte… ‘ero, dashin’, an’ expert.”

Aasifa: “What is label meaning? Oh! This thing! Aasifa is called vagrant, vagabond, and drifter, yes?”

K’risa: “Sure, Chad, sure. So glad you didn’t add humble. I guess for me it would be miqo’te, seamstress, excitable.”

Benedict: “This is an easy question. Faithful, devout, and friend”

Chance: “Merc, wolf, practical.”

Felix: “Manipulative, cunning, shadow.”

 Do you believe in soulmates?

Lloire: “… I did.”

Beta: “…not touching that one. Um, yes. I do.”

Chadrick: “Look, ye can test tha’ souls are real. Ye can also force two souls t’ bind t’gether. It’s nay ‘bout belief. It’s tha science o’ animas. But t’ answer tha question yer actually posing, nay. There be nay two people perfectly matched fer one another. Believin’ so will break yer ‘eart. There’s struggles an’ pain an’ shyte t’ work through to make things work, aye?”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is disagreeing. There is someone perfect for you, they are just not perfect person, yes?”

K’risa: “I’m with Lloire.”

Benedict: “Divine is their will. I cannot say that Nymeia’s hand does not guide two threads together in the forming of a beautiful tapestry.”

Chance: “No. Shit’s dumb. I’m with snowylocks there. You find someone you wanna be with and you work with them to make it. It isn’t some meant to be thing that doesn’t take hard work.”

Felix: “Hmm, actually. Yes. I do.”

 What is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?

Lloire: “This may sound morbid… but the calamity. It was horrifying, terrifying, yet, beautiful it its raw destructive power. Bahamut is a terrible creature. Terrible, yet beautiful.”

Beta: “That… you are just full of surprises today. Anyroad… I saw some sketches of the inner workings of Alexander while speaking with some goblins in Idyllshire. They were the most… um. I mean Ikara. Yup! Definitely Ikara.”

Chadrick: “Tha’ was tha worst save in tha ‘istory o’ lads sayin’ dumb shyte tha’ might get back t’ their lasses e’er boyo. Ye need some practice. Ah can give ye a few pointers if ye like later. As fer me? Me ma’s smile.”

Aasifa: “Friend Chadrick is sweet person at times, yes? The lights of golden saucer from afar are prettiest thing Aasifa is thinking of.”

K’risa: “Chadrick! Don’t you dare corrupt that sweet, innocent, pure boy!” *Huffs* “Oh, right… umm… Snowfields. They just look so pure. Even if it’s cold as heck.”

Benedict: “The Sanctum of the Twelve is a beautiful place if you have not been.”

Chance: “Get the feeling ‘Scars’ there would disagree Benny. Sunrise. Means you made it through the night.”

Felix: “There was this Alagan princess…”

 Moving on!

What single act are you most ashamed of?

Lloire: “Trying to kill myself.”

Beta: “Good! You should be! But um… I’m glad you realized that… so um… that’s good. Uh… Oh! I know. Um, when I upset Ikara by not knowing what she meant about liking me and an awkward first kiss and yea… I felt like a warped tool.”

Chadrick: “Stealin’ from an old woman. Ah mean, she di’nay know ‘ow dangerous wha’ she ‘ad was… an’ it was fer ‘er own good… but still, it felt nasty, aye?”

Aasifa: “Aasifa let someone he was close to take her own life, yes? He did not see how miserable she had become and did not make better. This is greatest failure.”

K’risa: “That’s, really sad. Um. For me, failing for a hero.”

Benedict: “I think those thoughts are best left for confession with one’s gods.”

Chance: “Nothing wrong with falling for a hero. I’m not ashamed of what I’ve done. I wouldn’t change things.”

Felix: “What I put my daughter through.”

 Everyone has disdain for something or someone.  Who or what do you consider yourself to be “above”?

Lloire: “If I’m to be honest… those who the Imperials subjugate. The ones who work for them after they have been conquered. I have to fight off those feelings.”

Beta: “Yea, not everyone is a stupidly stubborn as you. Um… I guess… if I have to say… brutish people who only solve things with violence?”

Chadrick: “Primals. Nasty buggers. Nay ‘ave any respect fer somethin’ tha’ enslaves its followers.”

Aasifa: “The dirt? For now, yes.”

K’risa: “That’s not what they--. Nevermind. Um, I’m with Chad on this one. Fuck Ifrit and his followers.”

Benedict: “I am a lowly man in service to the Gods. No one is below me.”

Chance: “Cowards.”

Felix: “It’s better for all of your prides that I simply pass on this one.”

 What do you wish you had more time for?

Lloire: “Fishing.”

Beta: “Spending time with Ikara. I should make more time.”

Chadrick: “E’erything. There are nay enough ‘ours in tha’ day t’ get e’erythin accomplished.”

Aasifa: “Living, Aasifa is thinking, yes?”

K’risa: “To keep track of J’ahama and P’arunru and to just hang out with them.”

Benedict: “I would like to have more time devoted to do things Sunny enjoys doing. She gets bored with my reading and prayers and I would want to spend more time letting her have fun.”

Chance: “I’m kept busy enough. I’m good, thanks.”

Felix: “I have all the time in the world.”

 What are some skills that you think everyone should learn?

Lloire: “Sewing and cooking. You can get though a lot of things that way. People tend to be more agreeable on a full stomach. Knowing how to close a wound with a needle can save a life.”

Beta: “I… think you’re the only person that took up sewing to learn to apply it to flesh. I think everyone should know the basics of magitek operation. It’s not going anywhere guys, even if the Empire crumbles.”

Chadrick: “E’eryone should learn t’ play an instrument. Music can soothe tha savage beast as they say. Whether it’s an actual beast or yer beast within.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is thinking everyone is needing to know how to defend selves, yes? Hmm, he is wondering how friend L’ania has been now.”

K’risa: “The brooding handsome over there already gave my answer, but for me, you never know when your clothes will catch a snag or rip and its way better to travel through Ishgard or the desert without torn clothing.”

Benedict: “Navigation! I am awful at it and would be lost without my guide. I really must offer Llymlaen more prayers.”

Chance: “Basic shit. How to light a fire without aether, pitch a tent, gather firewood, survival in the wilderness kind of things. Seen a lot of corpses out in the wild just dead to the elements.”

Felix: “Alchemy. You’d be surprised at what can be accomplished through it.”

 How good of a dancer are you?

Lloire: “Decent. Better when it’s a slow dance with a partner. I’m not terribly great at the solo dances unless they are more ritualistic or tribal in nature.”

Beta: “Yea, no. I’ve got two left feet. I’m really bad at dancing.”

Chadrick: “Step dance, slow dance, dance at a ball. Ye name it, Ah’ll manage it. Lu’ made sure o’ tha’.”

Aasifa: “Yes. Aasifa is thinking he can dance well.”

K’risa: “I haven’t had much chance to learn. -Someone- was still pouting about his ex and her dancing.”

Benedict: “I… do not dance. Sunny does though! She is very good at it.”

Chance: “Do I -look- like I dance?”

Felix: “No, not really wolf-boy, but neither does Lloire there, so... Myself? I was forced to learn eventually. Been a few dozen years since I’ve needed to though.”

 Do you have any good luck charms or rituals?

Lloire: “Aye, I have a Gagaroon luck-die that Soren gave me a while back. I never travel without the thing. I’m still alive despite my best efforts, so I imagine the thing works.”

Beta: “Yea, if that thing is to blame, we all could use one. Um, I have a lucky wrench? I guess that counts?”

Chadrick: “Psh! Me blood is lucky. An’ Ah’ve all tha charm Ah’ll e’er need.” *Laughs* “Jestin’ aside, nay Ah di’nay carry around any sort o’ lucky charms.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa has pendant that is for this purpose, yes? He is loaning to friend to keep safe.”

K’risa: “Nope. I’m all full up on luck and charms, thanks.”

Benedict: “Nymeia is favored by those who seek luck. Having her with me at all times should suffice.”

Chance: “Fools that trust to luck wind up dead.”

Felix: “You, mister wolf, are no fun. I have one of our companions old coins. He was the embodiment of luck.”

 Worst injury you have had?

Lloire: “Assuming we’re not going with self-inflicted, it would be the repeated beatings to my face that left me half blind.”

Beta: “Oh, not counting self-inflicted. That took out half of yours, huh? Um… I guess the small burn I got when that ceruleum tank caught fire?”

Chadrick: “Ah ‘ad this ‘ead injury, made me forget who Ah was fer a time.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa was stabbed through stomach once. Very painful! Yes.”

K’risa: “I’ve been lucky enough not to get hurt too bad yet.”

Benedict: “As have I.”

Chance: “Took an arrow to my heel once. That brought me down awhile.”

Felix: “Just one? I remember I took about fifteen or so once. Blood everywhere.”

 Who influenced your personality growing up?

Lloire: “My ma’ and Aliya later.”

Beta: “Um… Lucilus I suppose.”

Chadrick: “Lad, yer still growin’ up. Fer me it was definitely me ma an�� me da. Both in their own way.”

Aasifa: “The Commander of the Guard.”

K’risa: “My father.”

Benedict: “Halone largely, but also my aunt.”

Chance: “Myself.”

Felix: “Nettle’s family.”

 If you could remove one emotion from your life, which would you choose?

Lloire: “Guilt most likely.”

Beta: “I’d get rid of bitterness. I hate that feeling.”

Chadrick: “Nay a damned one. There’s too much o’ life in each. Ye get rid o’ sadness an’ ye lose sight o’ wha’ it means ‘ be ‘appy. Ye lose guilt per say, an’ wha’ is there t’ make ye learn t’ nay ‘urt others?”

Aasifa: “Fear. Aasifa would be fearless!”

K’risa: “Jealousy. It’s a nasty nasty emotion.”

Benedict: *turns a shade of red* “Desire.”

Chance: “I think that’s just call lust Benny. And oddball, fear is important, keeps you alive. I’m kinda with snowylocks. You need all of them to be effective.”

Felix: “No, no. I like Lloire’s answer for once. Guilt weighs too much.”

 Well, thank you for your answers. Will I see you all again next time?

Lloire: “Most likely.”

Beta: “Sure. It’s interesting to see what you come up with to ask us.”

Chadrick: “S’long as ye keep up our agreement, aye.”

Aasifa: “If the winds blow Aasifa this way.”

K’risa: “Why not?”

Benedict: “Twelve willing.”

Chance: “…”

Felix: “Perhaps. We’ll see.”

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FFXIV Alignment

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A Beautiful Friendship

“Hey boss. Isn’t that the guy?”

“What guy?”

“Yea boss, that’s him! That’s the guy Ozapha or whatever he kept saying”

The Roe straightened some from his seat on the fountain as  tried to get a better look at the Miqo’te his men were pointing out to him. The clothing was similar, that was true, but it might be another fool from Thavnair or just a random bloke that wanted to dress up. He watched the Miqo’te for a bit as he crossed through the ward. He stopped, spoke to someone that did not seem to know him, carried on, stopped at a fountain and tossed a gil into the water, and carried on. The man did not seem to have any destination or purpose.

“Let’s go.” Cracking his knuckles, Silent Falcon stood and started off towards the Miqo’te, his two men right behind him. His gait picked up as he hurried to catch up with him.

“Oi! Ozapha wasn’t it?”

It was. The younger man turned at hearing the name and tilted his head curiously. “You are meaning Aasifa? How am I helping you?” He replied in his thick accent. The Roe walked up to him until there was barely a foot between them, towering over the Miqo’te. “You can start by giving me back my apartment and all the other shit you took from me.”

The closeness did not seem to bother Aasifa and rather than look intimidated he simple cast a smile up at the Roe. “Oh! Aasifa is remembering you now. We are playing cards in Golden Saucer, yes?” Silent Falcon sneered. “I don’t know how you did it… but I know you cheated. No one plays that well. I’d have kicked your ass then and there, but then I’d’ve been banned from the saucer.”

“So…. You are wanting rematch?” The Miqo’te offered curiously.

Falcon’s eye twitched. “No you bleeding curr! You’re going to give me everything back. All of it down to the last gil or my boys and I are gonna take it from your hide!”

Aasifa shook his head. “No. A thousand apologies friend. But this is way of game, yes? You are losing, you pay up. Aasifa is not cheater. Aasifa is thinking cheating chance is great sin, yes?” He gave a slight shrug and turned to walk away. Furious, Falcon grabbed the younger man’s shoulder and spun him back around. “Don’t you turn your back on me!”

One blink. Then another. “Then how is Aasifa to continue his journey?”

The man’s temple pulsed. “That’s it! I don’t give a fuck if you’re some idiot foreigner. You need to learn who the fuck you’re dealing with!”

The Roe’s fist shot forward without warning. Knees bent and Aasifa’s leaned back, almost ninety degrees as he watched the punch narrowly miss him. Falcon stared confused for a moment. He had been there, now he was gone. It only took a moment to realize what happened, but that was all the time the Miqo’te needed. He sprang back like line drawn too taut and released. His own fist slammed into the Roe’s gut, sending him staggering backwards and knocking the breath from him.

A moment or two pass as he tries to draw air. “What are you two waiting for! Get him!”

They rush towards Aasifa. The faster one pays for his speed with a kick to the face. The second slams a fist into the Miqo’te’s side, robbing him of air as well. That earns him a backhand. Still, Aasifa’s sword remains at his side.

“You are sore loser. Having not heard no many times in life. This is way, yes?”

“Shut the hell up. Get up! Both of you. There’s three of us!”

A sigh. “Being sore loser is not cause enough to die… Aasifa is glad you are not carrying weapons. I do not want to explain to Brass men why you are losing heads.” He dropped into a wider stance, centering his gravity better. “Please be letting Aasifa leave peacefully. I am not wanting to hurt you.”

An incomprehensible growl of frustration.

To their credit, the three men attacked as one. A broken nose, a busted lip, and several bruises later they finally had Aasifa on his knees with each arm held by one of Falcon’s men.

“Dipshit foreigner…”

He wiped the blood from his mouth. A moment to look at it on his hand before the anger boiled over again. A loud crack followed. Aasifa spat blood on the ground. “You are wasting time, yes? Someone will call authorities… be getting this over with…”

And other crack. Three dull thuds followed by a cough and a gasp. The Thavnairian winced as he drew in air with bruised ribs. Silent Falcon frowned. “I want my money!” A kick to the side followed and Aasifa grunted. “I… I will not be giving to you… You did not win. You are sore loser.”

The Roe’s face contorted with anger as he widely drew back his fist. “Fucking bastard! I’m gonna teach you some resp-”

A hand grabbed the thick wrist, holding it still.

“Now lad… is this tha’ way t’ settle an argument?”

A heavy shove had Falcon struggling for his footing. His two men stuttered at the same time, obviously caught completely off guard. “’T-the fuck are you!?”

A rapier came up from the Hyur’s side and pointed at the one with a broken nose. “I’m tha’ e’ened odds ye piss ant. Now, ye be lettin’ m’friend there go, or Ah’m goin’ t’ leave tha’ mug o’ yers uglier than it’already is.”

Falcon, now standing straight again frowned. “Stay the hells out of th-”

The Hyur dashed right in front of him, his rapier coming up and smacking the Roe in the temple with the flat of the blade. “Ye be a right arse, don’tcha?” He jumped into the air, flipping over the other two and Aasifa, the blade coming up again, this time tapping lightly between the third’s legs.

“Listen lad. Ah’ve tried t’ be kind about this…. But I’m nay too keen on seein’ three ’efty blokes like ye gangin’ up on one person.” He shifted the blade slightly, angling the sharpened side slightly higher. “So… unless ye would rather be a lass… tha three o’ ye are goin’ t’ apologize and then run along.”

The third man started to shake. “B-boss…?”

Falcon sneered. “You made an enemy today idiot…”

Chadrick rose a brow, tilting the blade and earning an “ahh, ahh, ahhh” for the movement.

“Fine! But this isn’t over… for either of you!”

Chad frowned. “Ah did say ye owed me friend ‘ere an apology.”

The man whose thigh trembled against Chadrick’s rapier was more than convinced to speak. “We’re sorry! Sorry! We was just doin’ what we know! Shouldn’na done it! I’m sorry!”

The Hyur sighed. “Fine. Tha’ll do lad… now, get lost.”

The men let go of Aasifa’s arms. One dashing to his leader’s side quickly. The other slowly squirming away before making a mad rush to the others.

Silent Falcon growled low in his throat but without saying anything else he pointed angrily at the exit from the Goblet before following his men.

Chad waited for them to be out of sight before he knelt down and offered Aasifa a hand up. “Ye alrigh’ then lad?”

The Miqo’te straightened himself after letting Chadrick help him to his feet. “Aasifa can take punch. A thousand thank you for the help though friend.” The Hyur smiled at him and helped dust him off. “Di’nay mention it. I cannay stand seein’ grown men gang up on someone like tha’.”

Aasifa shrugged. “If the winds wanted this, Aasifa is understanding. Instead, the winds are bringing new friend into Aasifa’s life.” A small laugh. “It takes someone a wee bit o’ crazy t’ see tha bright side o’ getting’ jumped. Ah like it.” He gave a slight bow. “Chadrick Tamasier by an’ by. Pleasure t’ meet ye Aasifa.” The Miqo’te rubbed lightly at his ribs. “It is very good to be meeting you friend Chadrick.”

The Hyur looked Aasifa up and down a moment in concern. “Ah can ‘eal those a bit if ye like, or we can find ye a real ‘ealer?” Aasifa shook his head. “No, no. It is fine thing. Aasifa will be stronger now.” He tapped himself lightly on the chest before offering Chadrick a large smile. “Come! You are helping Aasifa. Aasifa will buy friend Chadrick food.” Another laugh followed. “Well Aasifa, ye sure know ‘ow t’ win a lad like me o’er. It’s been a wee bit since ah ate, so… sure.” He held out a hand to let Aasifa take the lead. “If ye are keen on feedin’ me, this could be tha start o’ a beautiful friendship.”

[peacekeeper-xiv]

Honest Q&A: Round 4! 7x7 Table

Well, well, well… we’re all back again are we? Given some of your answers, I’m mainly glad you’re all still here to answer these.

Well, right to business then. It looks like our readers picked something of an overarching topic today. Everyone seated where they want? Good. We’ll start, as usual, with you mister Peace.

 Faith is a belief in the right things. Who or what would you say you have the most faith in?

Lloire: “Hmm, that’s a good question. I think it depends on time. In the past I put all of my faith in the Blades, present… I put my faith in Aeritria. Most everyone thought I was a fool for it, but she’s come a long way. My faith for the future though, I leave that with Imouto.”

Beta: “Ikara is the only one of those that makes the slightest bit of sense. I have faith in progress, We’re going to build a utopia like they wanna make in Idyllshire one day.”

Chadrick: “Ah suppose Ah ‘ave faith in me company. They do good work, important work, an’ they di’nay back away from it when things get rough or messy.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is believing in chance, yes? Chance is fair. It is not caring who you are.”

K’risa: “That’s just freedom from responsibility! You just let things happen and when someone calls you on it, ‘oh, it’s not my fault it’s just the way chance fell’ and that’s just cheating! Oh. Sorry, yet. My question. I have faith in hard work. If you try with everything you’ve got, you’ll succeed, right?”

Benedict: “I believe I’ve made myself clear on this subject. My faith is with the Twelve.”

Chance: “Myself. After me, people who’ve proven themselves.”

Felix: “Faith is misleading, trust me. Even faith in yourself. Look for proof, always.”

 Pride is an excessive belief in one's own abilities. In what do you take the most pride? A particular skill? A remarkable achievement?

Lloire: “I know, I know Beta. You’ll likely have some comment about my pride in not accepting help or in surviving light-fatal injuries. But no. I have the most pride in my magicks. It is the one thing my mother left me and those closest to me helped me see as something good and not a curse. I can be very prideful about it.”

Beta: “Yea, I was gonna say something bout your pig-headedness actually, but, good calls on the other two as well. Um, for me? I’m most proud of my designs that help people. So the modified ‘Bits’ models I guess.”

Chadrick: “As tha big bloke is probably itchin’ t’ say, pride comes before tha fall, aye? It’s well an’ good t’ know yer strengths, but tha moment ye get too damned cocky an’ think yer tha best at somethin’… ye can be sure someone will come along t’ prove ye wrong.”

Aasifa: “Pride is not thing you can have when leaving so much to chance, yes? Does Aasifa take pride in outcome, when he allowed winds to guide him? No. This would be fool thing.”

K’risa: “Okay, Yea, I’m changing seats. I wanna sit next to the cutey and the broody. Anyways. I guess I take the most pride in how I look. What I wear. That sort of thing. It’d be kind of silly to be in the fashion business and not take pride in that, right?”

Benedict: “I fear I have become predictable. Yes, pride is something we must all try to overcome. However, as mortals we are flawed and I am no less so than the others here. I take great pride in my moral convictions.”

Chance: “Everyone at this damned table should be proud you’re still alive. Doing better than scores of others.”

Felix: “Hmph. The most? My mind. All of my noteworthy achievements have come from it.”

 Hope is taking a positive future view, that good will prevail. What would you say that you hope for the most?

Lloire: “That good will prevail? Tch. You answered your own question. The fall of the Empire.”

K’risa: “Lofty dreams there handsome. Um, I just hope to be happy and successful and maybe help out other people like me who don’t fit in at home and head out on their own.”

Beta: “Hey! I was sitting ther… whatever. Anyways, yea, fall of the empire will be great. Wonder what we’ll do with all those corpses?” *rolls eyes* “I hope the emperor dies and someone with a heart takes over.”

Chadrick: “Sheesh lad, an’ Risa thought ‘Scars’ there ‘ad lofty goals. Me, ah ‘ope t’ see me name written in tha stars. Ah want t’ do something s’ ‘eroic tha’ they tell stories o’ me deeds for ages t’ come.”

Aasifa: “What does one use to write name in sky friend Chadrick? Oh! Yes, it is Aasifa’s question. Hmm… Aasifa hopes that when he is gone, those who have been knowing him think fondly on those memories, yes?”

Benedict: “My most sincere hope is that I can bring light into the lives of those I know and show them the -true- meaning of the Twelve’s love.”

Chance: “Gag me on a knife Benny. I ‘sincerely’ hope you get laid and realize there’s more to the world and living than your Twelve.”

Felix: “You know… You might be alright Wolf-boy. I hope you all get better dreams.”

 Envy is wanting what others have, be it status, abilities, or possessions. Is there someone or something you are envious of? It doesn’t have to be a huge all-consuming envy, even something small.

Lloire: “I am envious of the people with families I admit. You see them, be they merchant, adventurer, layman, going home to their family. They always have this small smile. It’s that small smile I find myself jealous of.”

K’risa: “That’s, really sad and sweet. Um. I guess I’m envious of the success of others. You know, those people who don’t even have to try and fortune just follows them. Ugh! They make me angry.”

Beta: “…” *slight pause* “…oh, sorry. Um… I guess I’m jealous of everyone to a small bit. I mean, even the people who didn’t have real good childhoods, they had more of a childhood than me.”

Chadrick: “Wha’ an odd thing t’ say lad. Ah mean… ye be barely past childhood, aye? In any case, Ah ‘ate t’ be tha’ lad… but Ah cannay say Ah’m envious o’ anyone. E’en tha ‘eroes Ah want t’ emulate… Nay any since bein’ jealous o’ wha’ Ah just ‘ave nay achieved -yet-, aye?”

Aasifa: “Aasifa… envies those who do not have to die for freedom, yes? They are blessed souls and are not knowing they are so.”

Benedict: “Do not covet anoth-…” *sighs* “I am hiding behind my beliefs. I understand Master Peace’s envy I think. Not entirely the same, but… the closeness a couple shares. That warmth and security. I can… understand the desire.

Chance: “Tch. You’re getting to fuckers with these questions. Envious? The gods envy ‘us’. Each breath we take, as they might be our last. So why should I envy anyone else?”

Felix: “I envy dragons. Learning their language was great, but there are some words our puny tongues just cannot say and it’s frustrating as all seven hells.”

 Charity is concern for, and active helping of, others. Do you believe yourself to exhibit this virtue? Be it yours or another’s, what act or moment stands out for you as a charitable one?

Lloire: “I cannot say I am all that charitable. Not when I know someone like Tyranie. She gives her time, her coin, her heart to Ul’dah’s orphans. I could never claim to be charitable knowing someone like her.”

K’risa: “I disagree handsome. Just cause someone is more charitable doesn’t mean you aren’t at all. I think I’m pretty charitable. I found a couple girls who were in the same situation I used to be and I hired them and put them to work.”

Beta: “No offense miss, that just makes you sound like an entrepreneur. I’ve never really given charity much thought, but maybe I should. Miss Serendipity is pretty charitable. She gave me a place to stay, fed me, and helped me find work too when I first came to Eorzea.”

Chadrick: “Nay. Ah’m nay tha charitable sort. Ah mean… a portion o’ me salary is donated t’ tha Gridanian orphanages an’ tha like, but Ah di’nay go out o’ me way t’ be charitable.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is bad man maybe. He is generous with those he is knowing, but does not give to people he is not. Too many people are thinking treasure is important, yes? Do not see things in front of them. Aasifa will not help others see things this way.”

Benedict: “We were taught to be charitable. After all, the Saint of Nymeia is a well-known story in Ishgard. We are expected to live in his image. I think the greatest charity I ever saw though was an anonymous donation that was made right as the Dragonsong war came to an end for the orphans there. I remember it was made in some woman’s name. Otori I think?”

Chance: “Dogs beg for scraps. Not men. I don’t give, but I will teach. It’ll serve them better if they learn.”

Felix: “I’ve donated a library or two in my time. I’m with Wolf-boy again. Learning serves the needy better than being freely handed what they want.”

 Gluttony is the desire to eat or consume more than you require. What is the one thing best guaranteed to show off your gluttonous side?

Lloire: “The one thing? Whiskey I suppose. I remember this one time… Berkano’s wedding… Ahh…”

K’risa: “Chocolate! It’s so good!”

Beta: “Um, I’m not real sure I have something like that. Coffee is the closest I guess?”

Chadrick: “Tis nay me style. Both me ma an’ me da’ were keen on balance an’ in only usin’ wha’ ye absolutely need. So, Ah fear tha best answer Ah could give ye is water… since Ah sometimes take more than Ah might need… just in case.”

Aasifa: “Water is very important friend Chadrick. Aasifa is much the same, but if there is curry, Aasifa will eat far more than his fill. He is missing curry greatly.”

Benedict: “I can fully admit that gluttony has no sway on me. I do not overindulge in the slightest.”

Chance: “Yea, no. Having ‘enough’ is good by me. I’m more worried about not having enough for me and whoever is with me than over doing it.”

Felix: “Meat. Of any kind. Bacon, steak, ground lamb. I don’t care. As long as there is meat on the table I will probably keep eating.”

 Fortitude is never giving up. With as many strong willed people as there are here, I imagine this will prompt good responses. What is it you would never give up on? Is it a person, a goal?

Lloire: “In the spirit of the question…. I will answer as such. I do not give up on anything that I set my mind to. Pain is no obstacle. If I choose to do something, it’s getting done. If people are born with one innate trait, I believe fortitude would be mine.”

K’risa: “I um. I’d say, um. My father’s memory. I’d never give that up.”

Beta: “And here we’ve been calling it foolish stubbornness all this time Lloire. Who knew it was just fortitude? I think the one thing I really wanna never give up on is trying to be a good person.”

Chadrick: “Risa’s right, ye are pretty pure lad. Maybe Ah should move seats now. Anyroad… Ah’d say me own life goal is wha’ it is fer me. Ah di’nay want t’ imagine a world where Ah’m no longer chasin’ tha’ dream.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa will never be giving up living, yes? Every day to fullest!”

Benedict: “What a wonderful answer Master Taqalid. I will never give up trying to spread the joy of faith to others.”

Chance: “We’ll say it’s a person, and leave it at that.”

Felix: “My penance.”

 Lust is a powerful craving for things such as sex and power. Do you feel that you give in to those temptations easily? What do you lust after the most?

Lloire: “Yes, I do. Power. I have fallen victim to my lust for power in desperate situations more times than I can count.”

K’risa: “Power? That’s what you go for? Well, there go my chances. Um, I guess uh-” *makes a face* “The wrong kind of men.”

Beta: *laughs* “It’s okay miss Mau. I’d have warned you away from him all day if I thought that was a thing. Um, can I claim I’m too young to answer this question? No? Why not? Fine… Um… I’m a teenage boy! What do you think!?”

Chadrick: “Whoa, whoa, there lad. Nay any reason t’ get defensive. It’s perfectly natural. An’ teenage ‘as nay a thing t’ do with it. It’s me answer as well. Ah’m weak t’ the fairer sex an’ Ah know it. ”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is not so weak to this he is thinking. Sex, power, fame, these things are ever changing. They are momentary things. It good when having, is less so when without. Aasifa is seeing these things like the wind.”

Benedict: “You… are a strange man at times Master Taqalid. I… believe I would rather pass on… Yes, I understand that everyone else has… no I don’t mean to… FINE. Master Tamisier and Master Imito have the right of it.”

Chance: “Don’t get so worked up Priest. You’re a man too you know. Lust is fine, so long as you stay in control. Don’t go after something fleeting.”

Felix: “Oh, wonderful. I ended up agreeing with ‘Scars’ was it? Power is far more tempting than anything else. Even redheads and goths.”

 Justice is being fair and equitable with others. It is the guiding principle of certain Dark Knights. Do you believe in justice? Is such a thing possible in the world we live in?

Lloire: “Yes. Justice is very important in the world we live it. Sometimes though, we must operate outside the law to see justice done. Sometimes, we alone can see to our own justices.”

K’risa: “Well, there’s our dark knight ladies and gents. Justice is for the law to figure out. Not me. Vengeance I can get behind, justice not so much.”

Beta: “Brute Justice is such a kickass song!”

Chadrick: “Ah di’nay think… wha’e’er… Anyroad… Justice is circumstantial. Justice t’ ye looks like vengeance t’ another an’ looks like a crime t’ still a third. So, aye, it’s real… but I di’nay think in tha way ye meant it.”

Aasifa: “No friend Chadrick. There is good, and there is evil. Justice is taking head from evil man.”

Benedict: “Must we kill them though? A dead man cannot repent. I believe we can find a way to both serve justice and not become murderers ourselves. Gridania seems to manage well enough.”

Chance: “Treehuggers let an Imperial turncoat go free and he ended up siding with the Braves and getting people killed Benny. Justice is meted out on the field and nowhere else. Oddballs got this one right.”

Felix: “Agreed. We met out our own justice when needed. The law can only do so much.”

 Anger is the loss of rational self-control and the desire to harm others. Are you one to lose control to your anger? What was the worst case of letting it loose that comes to mind?

Lloire: “Oh, no. Anger isn’t just losing control. I lose control and lightning strikes and fire erupts but usually no one is hurt. That cold anger… when you understand how very angry you are… it is so much worse. When you look into the eyes of the men you’re killing and watch the light fade because the anger is frozen in your heart. –That- is real anger.”

K’risa: “Okay. Maybe I don’t wanna sit next to any of you. Um, I’ve been really angry before. A bit actually. I don’t lose control and hurt people though. Just lotsa shouting.”

Beta: “I hate being angry like that. There’s only one person who has ever made me that angry. I don’t really know what I’d do if I was alone with her though.”

Chadrick: “Nay, anger blinds. Ah’m nay one t’ give in t’ tha’. Ah always try t’ keep a cool head.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa gets angry. You are trying to hurt Aasifa’s friend, you are losing head, yes?”

Benedict: “You are overly fond of decapitation Master Taqalid. I for one believe anger must be reined in. I fear I have no examples of losing control to share.”

Chance: “Anger like that’ll get you killed on the field. Gotta control that shit.”

Felix: “Agreed. Especially those with great power. If you lose control, you might end up killing those you mean to protect.”

 Prudence is care of and moderation with gil. This one is a bit simpler. Are you a gil-pincher or do you spend with abandon?

Lloire: “Gil-pincher for sure. I’m not even sure why. Just always have been.”

K’risa: “Yup, I’m with tall dark and wealthy here. It’s better to save where you can.”

Beta: “I guess I’m a spender? I mean, I saved enough to get an Apartment in the east for me and Ikara… but I usually am buying gadgets and spare parts I ‘might’ need.”

Chadrick: “Ah’d love t’ say Ah’m smart with me money and save e’ery copper gil Ah make... But tha’d be a lie. Ah’m far too keen on fancy digs or new swords or tha like. Ah’m definitely a spender. Good thing Ah’ve a decent gig, aye?”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is not worrying over material things, yes? So I am guessing he is spender kind?”

Benedict: “I am not the sort to worry over coin. If I have it I will spend it. Be it a meal for my companions and me, or to ease our travels.”

Chance: “Neither. I’m practical. Armor’s busted, pay to fix it or get new armor. I’m not gonna buy cheap armor and get myself or someone else dead but I’m not gonna trim it in gold either.”

Felix: “Neither, like wolf boy. Buy what’s needed or desired, save the rest.”

 Greed is the desire for material wealth or gain. Some might think this goes hand in hand with prudence but that is not the case. Even those who string their gil-pouches tightest can be known for their charity or simply do not fret over making more gil. Are you a take-take-take sort? Is the gathering of wealth important to you?

Lloire: “I don’t see myself as take-take-taje, but I understand the importance of having a savings for times of trouble. Wealth is simply another form of power to wield.”

K’risa: “I’m a business woman. I’d be lying if I said wealth wasn’t important.”

Beta: “Yea, no. I’ll scavenge a junk yard just as soon as the markets. Thanks.”

Chadrick: “Di’nay get me wrong. Wealth’s a nice thing t’ ‘ave. Ah’d much rather be wealthy than poor… But if Ah ‘ad t’ take a pay cut t’ stay adventurin’ or get a raise an’ get put behind a desk… Pay cut it is.”

Aasifa: “Treasure means little to Aasifa. He can choke on his treasure.”

Benedict: “He? He who? Nevermind. I can plainly say that gathering wealth is of little interest to me.”

Chance: “You fucks have never been starving poor have you? I’ll take so long as the rich are paying.”

Felix: “Wealth only goes so far. It’s not that important in the grand scheme. It is nice in short terms though, like your lifetimes.”

 Temperance is moderation of needed things and abstinence from things which are not needed. In essence it is the opposite of gluttony. Is there anything that you find you abstain from that you wish you did not?

Lloire: “Affection.”

K’risa: “Nope. I’m not really a hold back kinda girl.”

Beta: “Bolts! When the flipswitch did you get so honest with yourself? Um, I’ve kinda um failed at abstaining from things.”

Chadrick: *laughs* “Good on ye lad. Least ye nay be too pure. Me? Nay, Ah di’nay wish t’ abstain from anything. Life’s too short t’ deny yerself wha’ ye want.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa’s abs were stained once. He is breaking jar of jelly on accident. Much scrubbing.”

Benedict: “I find that it is difficult to abstain from many things. Do not give me that look Master Ashton. Yes, many things. Wha!? I mean! Well… yes, I suppose you could… The pleasures of the flesh might be the most difficult, yes!”

Chance: “You are a laugh Benny. Snowylocks is right though. Life’s too short to abstain from anything ‘sides stupidity.”

Felix: “I abstain from killing people on a regular basis. And I don’t even get a single thank you.”

 Sloth is laziness and the avoidance of work. Somehow I don’t see that being of much concern with this group, but what would you say is your laziest habit?

Lloire: “Teleportation. I will teleport to an Aetheryte just across the way rather than walk that same distance.”

K’risa: “Um, I make the girls who work for me run the market errands. I really hate dealing with our vendors.”

Beta: “Well… a buncha stuff I guess? If I can get a piece of magitek to do it, I usually will.”

Chadrick: “Ah’ve had Aislyn fill out me reports a time or two with a wee bribe. She’s gotten really good at forgin’ me signature… It’s a wee bit worrisome truth be told.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa sometimes is riding chocobird instead of walking.” *shameful expression*

Benedict: “… Never change Master Taqalid… even if you are strange. I have once or twice slept in past noon. This was before meeting Sunny of course.”

Chance: “Lazy equals dead. Can’t cut corners. Fuck that.”

Felix: “Everyone tells me that not using my hands to turn the pages when I read a book is the ultimate laziness. I’m still not sure I believe them though.”

 Thank you for taking the time out of your busy days to give some insight into your inner thoughts for our readers. I know today’s questions were a little tougher than some of the ones before but I hope you don’t begrudge me asking you. Before you go, what do you all think of me?

Lloire: “I think you’re a decent interviewer, but you have strange tastes in who you interview. I hope it’s not just us.”

K’risa: “You’d be a lot more handsome if you shaved that busy mustache.”

Beta: “I think you’re patient. You’d have to be to put up with this lot.”

Chadrick: “Ye’ve deep pockets. More curious who ye work fer.”

Aasifa: “Who are you again?”

Benedict: “You seem a kind soul. You’ve obvious empathy for those you question.”

Chance: “The fuck you askin’ for?”

Felix: “Well, you’re not dead yet… so…”

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Honest Q&A: Round 2! Table

So I see you’re all back, ahem. Shall we begin?

What would you say is your spirit animal? Not a favorite animal, but a spirit animal.

Lloire: “That’s the easiest question ever. A lion. Lions are known for their great strength and pride.”

Beta: “Yup, prideful. Sounds right. If I had a spirit animal, I guess it’d be a monkey or something like that. Something that could use tools.”

K’risa: “That’s a weird question. I guess a cat?”

Felix: “A raven.”

Chadrick: “Who’s this guy? ‘e wasnay ‘ere afore… Anyways, spirit animal eh? Ah dinnay know. A ‘awk maybe?”

Aasifa: “Aasifa’s spirit guide is cat. Aasifa is knowing this.”

Chance: “I want to say a Wolf. Not real big on all that though.”

Benedict: “A great big black bear. Lord Peace there was right. This one fit our favorites a bit closely.”

 Everyone has a favorite food, but that’s not always what you go for when you are upset. Do you have a comfort food?

Lloire: “It would have to be Chicken and Mushrooms. Sautéed just right, with fresh gil buns. So good. Also, just Lloire works.”

Beta: “Everyone always looks at me funny, but… fresh fruits.”

K’risa: “Honestly, I think of home. So. Roasted Wellwick Worm.”

Felix: “Worm. Your answer is worm? Easy answer. Bacon.”

Chadrick: “At least tha lass di’nay pick tha most o’errated answer on tha face o’ this star mate. Anyways, fer me it’d be Shepherd’s Pie.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is missing curry. Friend Lloire, you are knowing how to make curry?”

Chance: “Buckler Stew. Anything else and you’re wrong.”

Benedict: “I am fond of eggs, and before you say anything. No. Not Eggs Benedict, just over easy.”

 Some people drink to chase away bad memories. Others fight or find someone to sleep with. What’s your go to when you just don’t want to think about what just happened?

Lloire: “Drin—I’m lying. I go pick a fight with something bigger and meaner than myself.”

Beta: “And come back half dead so that the rest of us need an escape. I throw myself into my work.”

K’risa: “I don’t like to run from bad memories really, no matter how bad.”

Felix: “You don’t want to know. Oh, you do? You sure? Fine, I find someone that needs to die and I kill them.”

Chadrick: “An’… it got dark real quick, aye? An’ wha’re ye lookin’ at me like tha’ fer Risa? It was nay all bad.”

Aasifa: “You cannot chase bad memories silly people. Memories stay with you. Such strange thinking.”

Chance: “I’m with the oddball here. But most mercs I know like to chase away the visions of their last fights with all three. So, there’s that.”

Benedict: “A prayer will do your soul good in those moments, though, one would not begrudge a grieving person comfort in another’s arms…. I imagine I mean.”

 What do you defend yourself with on instinct? Are you the type to rush forward with a fist? Do you always have a knife close at hand? If someone attacked us right now, what would you use?

Lloire: “On instinct? Lightning I suppose. Fire when something really has to die, but lightning is quick and my first reflex.”

Beta: “Prolly a wrench or whatever other tool I have on hand. Alexander help the idiot that startles Lloire and I at the same time. And electric wrench… Hmm…”

K’risa: “I guess my nails? Oh! I’d be so mad about that.”

Felix: “My scythe or a knife.”

Chadrick: “One o’ their weapons probably, after Ah stole it.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is likely to punch first, yes?”

Chance: “Knife. Stomach. Twist. End of fight.”

Benedict: “Dear Twelve you all! They said defend! I would defend us with my staff until I could erect a shield. Twelves sake, must you all be so violent?”

 What’s your favorite pastime when alone and when you are with others?

Lloire: “Hmm, alone… training. With others, generally a simple drink and conversing.”

Beta: “Um, alone… drawing prolly. Um, with people? I don’t know. Making smart comments?”

K’risa: “I like listening to music. Alone or with people? Chad did you bring your flute?”

Felix: “Read. Read.”

Chadrick: “Alone? Well, truth be told Ah’m ne’er alone, so… Nothing Ah suppose. Together with a bunch o’ folk, Ah like playin’ ball.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is liking to travel and see world. With others, Aasifa like to play games of chance.”

Chance: “Can I change seats? Oh, yea. Fighting. With others… I won’t turn down a good conversation. This doesn’t count.”

Benedict: “Prayer. Most assuredly prayer. Yes. Together, discussing faith with others who do not share mine.”

 Dream vacation spot and/or activity?

Lloire: “I like camping out in the wilderness. Snowy mountains, beside a river bed, just quiet peaceful nature.”

Beta: “You should do that more often. Might do you some good, keep you from getting any new scars. I thnk I’d wanna visit the Steepe, learn more about Xaela culture.”

K’risa: “Somewhere like Costa del Sol, but without the creepy little Lalafell.”

Felix: “The moon. …I am being serious.”

Chadrick: “Ah’ve always thought about heading up t’ tha lands around Sharlayan. See tha world as me ma’ say it.”

Aasifa: “The golden saucer is Aasifa’s favorite place to spend time when the winds still. Especially when he can bring Rahya, yes?”

Chance: “Vac-ation? Tch. Fine, if I have to pick. Camp Bronze Lake’d be alright.”

Benedict: “I would spend a week in the Sanctum of the Twelve I think.”

 On that note, how do you prefer to travel or get around this huge world we live in?

Lloire: “Teleportation. It’s fastest. I haven’t had as much time for sightseeing lately.”

Beta: “On the back of a ceruleum powered magitek!”

K’risa: “Does nobody walk anymore?”

Felix: “Why would they? Flying. No. Who said anything about a mount?”

Chadrick: “Me personally? ‘orseback. There’s somethin’ tha’ just feels right ‘bout it.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is liking walking too friend K’risa.”

Chance: “I don’t care. So long as it gets me where I’m going on time and in one piece.”

Benedict: “I like taking the airships. Sunny gets excited and that makes it worth it.”

 Do you have an element you most connect with? The world is filled with earth, and wind, and fire. The elementals are a huge focus in the Shroud. But what about with you?

Lloire: “Hmm, it used to be fire, but that had more to do with some pent up emotions. Lightning seems more appropriate now.”

Beta: “Damn. Me too.”

K’risa: “Earth or stone or whatever it is. Yanno, the ground element. I like it.”

Felix: “Fire, but I don’t have any unworked out ‘issues’, it’s just the best element.”

Chadrick: “T’ be ‘onest, water Ah suppose. It’s essential t’ life more than most.”

Aasifa: “The wind! Aasifa is knowing this one with all his heart, yes?”

Chance: “The fuck kind of question is that? Fuck it, from Ishgard so Ice.”

Benedict: “I will agree with lady K’risa. The earth is a solid, strong, and steady precence.”

 What is your favorite smell? I know, kind of a strange question, but it comes up more than you’d think.

Lloire: “Vanilla. For lots of reasons.”

Beta: “The forge!”

K’risa: “Forest rains.”

Felix: “Meat cooking on the fire.”

Chadrick: “Tha’… is a way more normal answer than I expected o’ ye lad. Fer me, Ah’d say a light perfume smell. Tha’ floral kind, aye?”

Aasifa: “Favorite smell? Aasifa is never thinking of this. Hmm. Curry?”

Chance: “Campfires.”

Benedict: “I am quite fond of the smells of books and incense.”

 How do you smell?

Lloire: “Someone told me once I smelled of black pepper and the sea.”

Beta: “Uh… like I need a shower? I dunno? Weird question.”

K’risa: “Not like flowers.”

Felix: “Next question.”

Chadrick: “Aye, he smells a wee bit like blood from ‘ere. Anyways, Ah’ve been told Ah smell like fresh rain.”

Aasifa: “Hey! This is like what friend K’risa is liking!” *collective moan around the table* “Aaisfa is smelling like the wind I am thinking.”

Chance: “Like burning wood and new snow.”

Benedict: “I have no worldly idea? I’ll have to ask Sunny.”

 Who is your best friend?

Lloire: “Can’t choose. Soren and Yuti are my closest friends that I don’t necessarily call family and I could not choose between them.”

Beta: “If I can’t pick Ikara, there’s this guy I call Fusion. He’s pretty cool.”

K’risa: “J’ahama and P’arunru I guess.”

Felix: “Joe.”

Chadrick: “Yer joking, right? Yer some kinda scary lookin’ bloke wha’ kills people when ‘e’s ‘ad a bad day an’ yer best friend is named Joe? Yer ‘aving a laugh.” *shakes head* “Mine’s Aislyn, though Jesabel is right up there.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa is not choosing. This would be rude thing. You are all friends.”

Chance: “Helfyre.”

Benedict: “I sincerely hope that is a nickname ser. Sunny is my best friend, yes she is. ”

 If you had to settle down, what career would you pick?

Lloire: “I’d open my own restaurant and cook.”

Beta: “I wanna work for the Ironworks company.”

K’risa: “Settling down is what I want to do. I want to be a seamstress.”

Felix: “In the never happening chance that I did, a librarian.”

Chadrick: “Feck… erm… Ah suppose a writer.”

Aasifa: “This is not option for Aasifa, a thousand apologies.”

Chance: “Psh. Retired.”

Benedict: “I would like to have my own temple dedicated to the Twelve and hold sermons.”

 How do you want to die?

Lloire: “Having left my mark on the world, old, and wise.”

Beta: “Good luck. Um… but yea, old but not too old I guess. More likely in an accident though.”

K’risa: “Morbid. I don’t wanna. Not gonna think about it!”

Felix: “Hahahahahahahahaha.”

Chadrick: “’e’s… ‘e’s nay goin’ t’ answer, is ‘e? Fer me, in Glory! Me name remembered fer ages t’ come.”

Aasifa: “With sword in hand, yes? Fighting untiil the end.”

Chance: “Grizzled, old, and with plenty of coin left to those I care about?”

Benedict: “Surrounded by friends and family praying for me.”

 If you only had a day left to live and can only do one thing before you die, what would it be and why?

Lloire: “I would… re-affirm my vows.”

Beta: “I’d take Ikara somewhere she’s never been before.”

K’risa: “I’d probably go home and talk to mom.”

Felix: “Spend the entirety of it finding a solution.”

Chadrick: “Ah’m nay goin’ t’ lie t’ ye all. Yers all sound sweet an’ sappy an’ tha’s nice. Ah’d spend tha whole day in bed.”

Aasifa: “Aasifa would spend the day in laughter, with friends and Rahya and live life to fullest. Eat, drink, and be much merry.”

Chance: “I’m dying on my feet, sword in hand, surrounded by enemies.”

Benedict: “I would visit the marks of the Twelve and offer prayers to each.”

 What do you imagine the future to be like?

Lloire: “Filled with magicks. The age of enlightenment. The Garlean Empire, crushed.”

Beta: “Um, I actually see us making a lot of technological advances. Even beyond magitek.”

K’risa: “Probably just like it is now.”

Felix: “I let you know what it’s like when I get there.”

Chadrick: “Shyte, Ah di’nay know. Ah’m no mind reader. Ah hope the world’s still full o’ adventure and new things t’ discover though.”

Aasifa: “Cold, Aasifa is thinking.”

Chance: “Fuck would I know? There’ll be people, so there’ll be wars.”

Benedict: “Only the Twelve can say.”

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