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verjolt · 7 years

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A face unseen for months, yet here he stood before them: the two found themselves surrounded in seconds and came to regret their choice in taking to the less-cluttered alleyways to avoid getting caught in the crowds the rain always seemed to bring. Were they in the open, the Sekigeisumi could have offered assistance, or even any passing traveller -- but fate would have no love for them.

“I’ve been looking for you.”

The Ishgardian red mage inclined his head towards those that had come with him; other Ishgardians whose faces the two did not recognise. Five in total: two bore blades, two lances, and one a greatsword almost as tall as the wielder. Two against six. Hikari delivered a bewildered look to Vachiq, who returned the expression in kind with a small shrug to accompany it. Hikari mouthed the words, ‘Do you remember these guys?’

Vachiq shook her head.

“Oh,” Hikari furrowed her brows as she turned to their ambushers as they drew ever closer. A hand rested hesitantly on the hilt of her own blade, unwilling to draw it without good reason. “So... who are you?”

The Ishgardian mage paused upon hearing those words with a twitch to his brow displaying his displeasure at this. Pride ran thick within his veins. “Who am I? Sure you jest.”

“No, really...” Hikari went on, squinting at the mage. “Should we know you?”

With an indignant groan beneath his breath, the mage spoke further; “Clarence du Beaumont -- the very same name that you and your ally saw fit to stomp beneath your heels within our noble grounds.” He gave pause to allow these words to sink in before venturing forth, twirling his rapier around in his hand. “Your crimes against our blood has not gone unseen, dear lady. Our home disagrees on promises of vengeance and such, but...” He takes up an aggressive stance with his rapier aimed at the two, free hand keeping an elaborate crystal held aloft behind him. “We’re not in Ishgard any longer, are we?”

Might and magic clashed hidden away from the masses. The women wondered if there was a further magic in place to kept them so thoroughly hidden from the world, but it was not without confidence in their own combat prowess that they met their assailants on the field. A Xaela red mage and a Doman samurai, the Ishgardian ferocity was met with synchronised balance as if a dance, Hikari and Vachiq performing so greatly together whilst the Ishgardian group had never once shared a battlefield, much less in an unfamiliar land. For a crime as petty as a series of mere pranks, one of the Beaumont knights was met with a cry that was as much a plea as it was a question as their blade pierced Hikari’s shoulder -- “Why are you doing this?”

The answer came in the form of a sneer: “Payment. We’ll see you wiped out.”

The two sought not to kill their attackers, but even outmatched, they were not outclassed. Clarence found himself backed into a corner surrounded by the groaning bodies of his allies, he himself clutching his chest with one hand and his rapier in the other, leant heavily against the nearest wall. His narrowed eyes searched around before uttering a hiss. “This is not the end.”

Before neither Hikari nor Vachiq could respond, a wave of Clarence’s blade was all it took for mist to erupt around them: the katana and rapier of the ambushed sliced and pierced the fog, though when it cleared, there were no Ishgardians to be found. They exchanged looks of confusion and concern as they cautiously set out to nurse their injuries.

“Did he stalk us all the way from Ishgard?” Hikari mused, tugging at a makeshift bandage around her shoulder. Vachiq could only shrug in response. “Apparently so. He is nothing if not determined...”

“Well.” Hikari blinked. “I guess we’ll need to keep an eye out for him, then! We wouldn’t want him attacking us again... Or anyone else, for that matter!”

“I suppose we will.” Vachiq gave an absent nod, grimacing from her own pains. They would not linger long, however -- the pair would find respite to recover from the ordeal and plan their next course of action.

Just a pity neither noticed they were being watched.

((Picture taken by @hikarimasamune! Thought I’d write a little something about an event we’d had recently. In Kugane. If we can summon meteors, we can ignore logistics to appreciate that it’s a really pretty city, and to be fair... alleyways. Either way, it’s a good thing we definitely didn’t come close to dying! ...Right? ...Better luck next time. ORZ))

#ffxiv #balmung #did someone say......... IMPROVISED PLOTLINES?!#im the best DM i promise i definitely make notes every time cough #dps queues: the perfect time to write events that have already happened #i could be planning more events but... no #why am i like this

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verjolt · 7 years

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When you think of a mentor, you probably think of someone serious - not so much a sassy cat and his equally sassy best friend.

Crimson Duelist V’Rhoc Tia, mentor of Vachiq Kha and Shizu Akagawa (among others, probably): a really big fan of giving out lectures to his students - and even to others! Though he at least has the manners to not lecture total strangers unless asked... And he’s a frightful worrier, too. If there’s something to worry over, he’ll worry. Still, it’s all out of love for his students, whom he views as his children.

Fortunate, then, that he has his best friend Xoirxa Kha to keep him in line! Reassurance for his worries, advice for maybe toning down his lectures, advice for letting his students live outside of their training... Honestly, one would think she the mentor and he the student. A better friend he could not ask for.

As a disclaimer: have I mentioned I adore @hikarimasamune‘s character designs lately? Because I do.

#Tyger Burning Bright {Xoirxa}#have i mentioned i love my bestie lately #bc i do #and i love these two #5 minutes into rp and chill and you love em already #A Venue For Creation {VRhoc}

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