#acronycal comic

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Acroyncal Update! It haaaas been too long since I’ve worked on this dang thing. I’m getting closer to finishing it and a loose goal is at least the end of September but....the end of the year may be better haha. Here are a series of panels from the comic just as a teaser! Thanks for looking. 

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She Hears Everything

FFXIV Write 2017 | Part 9: “Linkpearl” Starring Izzy Tokushi

Sunset shined on the strange object through the window. It was like a miniature version of the comical Archon Egg towers people put up in springtime, but instead of plaster eggs, it was adorned with small, glittering spheres. They were fitted into small recesses in the tower, and came in a variety of colors.

Izzy sat at her desk in an apartment in the Shroud. She barely afforded it on her wages from Mognet, but it was hers and that was important. She reached out ta hand, gingerly, and closed her eyes.

Her hand glided gently over one sphere, which began to emit a faint light. The table orchestron the tower was connected to crackled and came to life. It was a dispatch pearl for Mognet, and as was usual for her place of employment, the channel was filled with complaining moogles. Some about how long their day was, one about the lack of palm wine at the bar he delivered to. One shared a bit of gossip about a ‘moogle from the sky’ chased by Mooglesguard. It was ordinary stuff, and so her hand drifted away to another sphere.

The purple one she touched next crackled and from the speaker came a voice. A man, ranting angrily about the injustice in Ishgard. It was a heretic sermon being distributed to the listeners of a secret linkshell. She was proud of having pearls like this, typically rare finds abandoned here or there. Ones she wasn’t supposed to have. It felt like a secret. Well, it actually was a secret. But it made Izzy feel special.

Next was the weird one. It seemed to have no real purpose, and no one on it seemed to know what it was for or how they came to possess it. That one was quiet often, but once in a while very interesting things happened on it. Maybe it was some idle chatter, maybe it was someone needing help. She didn’t let anyone know she heard them, she never joined the conversations on her little tree, she just listened, and by listening, she knew. 

But Acronycal was quiet tonight, so again she tuned in another. This was for an adventuring company she delivered mail to, Arche Koeln, and she liked to keep up-to-date on the things they did. It was keeping tabs on her friends, and they were some of the very few pearls she listened to that actually knew she could hear them.

From them, she went on to another, and another, and another. This was her entertainment, the almost unsettling insight into other people and places and things she listened to every night. It was a guilty pleasure, because she knew how inappropriate it was, but it was far more compelling to her than a night at a bar or another damn musical revue or something. This was Eorzea, and from her apartment she could hear everything. 

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ACRONYCAL // A Comic