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Patience, Just for You

Part 2

BlueLock Kunigami Rensuke x g/n!reader TW: swearing, fluff, casual conversation, reader is a little odd, nice and considerate Kunigami Word Count: 7.8K

Summary: You meet Kunigami once more by chance, getting more acquainted with him in the process. His normalcy and friendliness makes you wonder, are the vibes you're getting warranted? Or are you making something from nothing at all.

Side Note: FINALLY. After A WHOLE YEAR- part 2 arrives. I’m SO sorry for how stupidly behind this is- it’s kind of ridiculous. But please stick around!! I plan to make updates on this fic more regular. Another note: I just wanna say I’m making the reader have a messy head on purpose. This could be interpreted as on the neurodivergent spectrum and/or as  mental illness. While I don’t think I could ever fully capture how it is to be not neurotypical into exact words from my own experience, hopefully the characteristics displayed will add more substance to the story while giving representation to those who experience the same unorganized headspace and spiritic thoughts the reader does. Any constructive criticism to how I portray this in writing is very welcome :) ENJOY

Previous Part

The grass beneath your feet was more stiff than before. The cold made it so: it’s moisture semi-frozen because of the lowered temperature. Crunching with each step, it collapsed under the weight of you. Routinely making your way up the slope of your eating spot, the hard ground of the incline leads up to its highest point: the top of the hill. The green seemed to make hissing sounds in objection to your intrusion, in a display of distaste to your arrival. 

The protesting sounds stopped when you did. Reusing the same motion as the day before, you patted the ground with your hand, checking for any unwanted moisture. Once again, there wasn’t any to be found. You placed your bag down, flat side parallel to how your back is soon to be. Crouching first, you ease into sitting on the cold grass, relaxing your back and leaning against the bag in order to provide at least some level of comfort that the iced hill definitely did not provide.

The weather hadn’t changed much from the previous day. The cold stayed put like a stubborn mule unwilling, unable to concede. You didn’t expect it to. Autumn had just begun. Day after day after day the chill would remain. From now until time took its course, it would stay, growing in strength with each passing week or so.

And this time, you planned. The jacket you wore now was thicker than yesterday’s. Layers of padding kept you from much of the chill’s bitterness. Though some parts endured the cold in its fullest, going unguarded against it. Your hands were one of those. Some of their feeling was lost to you, mostly numb and stiff from going unprotected against the weather. Whatever sensation they had left was not a pleasant one. It made you want to stuff your hands as deep into your pockets as possible, wanting to bring back the normality of warmth.

But you couldn’t do that. They were currently preoccupied with holding a familiar styrofoam container. The same from the day before.

Setting it into your lap, you allowed your arms to rise up and cross over your chest, your hands wedging themselves into the space in between the inside of your forearms and your sides. The temperature difference caused a shiver to erupt from your spine, the heated area not used to the new sensation. You hugged yourself tighter, willing the sharpness of your fingers to stop affecting you so.

After a short minute, you start to feel some of the life flow back into the extremities. Unfolding yourself, you reach for the container sitting in your lap. Hand clasping the lid and opening the tray, the smell of the warm food easily flowed through the air and to your nose. The stench of each article mixed together, creating the perfect storm of pleasantry. At least in your not-so-picky opinion. You would take what you could get. Without much hesitation or thought, you dug in, lifting whatever you chose into your mouth, the warmth of your lunch doing its part in warming you on this gray, autumn day.

Savoring the flavor, you shifted your gaze to the field in front of you. Observing from afar as you chewed, it was easily determined that the game going on before you was similar to what had been played before. Figures positioned in a recognizable pattern, the signature look was a giveaway. Football, once again. Focusing a little more, the imprecise features of the players vaguely matched those of yesterday. Only a few were mismatched. Other than that, every player was recurring.

Speaking of.

Instinctively, your eyes hopped from one body for another, quickly scanning each player for a particular set of looks. The forms went through a mental check off list, each failing in their own distinct way. That was until your eyes fell upon one in particular.

The familiar head of orange hair soon came into view: it wasn’t hard to find among the others. He wore a similar outfit as he did the day before, though with the addition of a hoodie of some kind. Looks like he had the same idea you did.

There he is.

Darting back and forth on the field he played, constantly giving chase to whomever was in possession of the ball. His eyes, from what you could see, were open and focused, always keeping track of where the object was, as well as keeping a mental note of where his teammates and opponents were at any given moment. His posture constantly switched from offense to defense, guarding whichever opposing member he was meant to be covering. 

You shouldn't be surprised, really. It fits. ‘Well known school football player playing football in school.’ Duh. Yet, it catches you anyway. Your mouth forms a tight line.

You were almost afraid of this. Though ‘afraid’ is probably not the word you would use to describe how you feel. More like- ‘hesitant’.

The mental image of encountering Kunigami again after yesterday’s incident made you cringe. You noticed that now you knew of his presence, the atmosphere changed in some nuanced, indistinguishable way due to your first encounter with him. It’s almost like the air itself shifted. You felt a brush of chilly air against your skin. You pulled your jacket tighter around your body in reaction. 

You thought about not coming back to this hillside for the sake of not wanting to be or feel awkward. It did take too much reasoning with yourself to decide not to. You’re not a coward. Most times. Besides, Kunigami never gave you a reason to avoid him. Not once. Who would you be to do so to him after he had been so… nice? Normal?

You were too stubborn to move spots, but too awkward to play things off as normal. Lord, can you get a break?

It’s not that you didn’t want to meet him again, it's just that… you would rather not. The chance alone put you sort-of on edge, changing the kind of headspace you were in. The feeling of the frigid air that was kept at bay with your jumbled thoughts was released, now once again a grating sensation of slight annoyance.

‘Weary’ should just be your middle name at this point.

You took a bite of your food, intentionally keeping your eyes mostly trained on the ground. However, you felt brave enough to peak up in certain instances, looking on to the commotion of the field when a sound would catch your attention. Honestly, it was intriguing, the way they all played together. You could tell there was a system there, somewhere. A structure to what Kunigami and his allies were shouting to each other at what looked to be at random. A method to the madness if you will. Not one you immediately recognized of course. Yet it was apparent by the way the players moved, where they moved, how they moved, and even how fast they moved, that there was some sort of plan.

You remained in your thoughts as you chewed. The blanket of hushed awareness you had hoped would come had not arrived. This usually happened. But the regularity of the moment didn’t make the experience any more enjoyable.

You wanted to find tranquility in your mind but struggled to truly find it. True tranquility, not what you told yourself was peace. To distract yourself, you took another bite of the plain-tasting food, focusing on the taste of whatever you had in your mouth. It worked for a second. You almost got it. Only a moment later to be taken right away with an intrusive thought. As another diversion, you attempted to watch in on the game before you, straining your ears to listen to the talking of the other students to find a score. That too, failed in its goal. Try and try as you might, you wouldn't settle. Worries from the everyday to the long term reverberated, keeping each one afloat with the strength of each other. Your thoughts kept buzzing around your head, like an annoying fly just waiting to be smacked from the sky. If only you had a fly swatter. Yet, sadly, you are, and have been, unarmed for a while now. 

Oh well. You sigh. I’ll cope.

And that you did. If you had to guess, you’d probably say you’re actually pretty decent at it all this point. 

You checked your phone a few times for the clock, even choosing to scroll mindlessly for a few minutes before slipping the device right back into your pocket from whence it came. You made an effort to not be on your phone during this time, you could be on twitter all you want later. No, when you were outside for this break, you wanted exactly that: a break. So you choose to take it, simple as that.

There wasn't much to think about as time ticked away. Not much to say as the game played on, and on. You ate in silence, alone. The seconds blurred to minutes as you finished your food, setting the tray aside when you thought you were satisfied. It only felt like a few moments outside on the prickly graying grass as the clock crept closer and closer. However, it dragged on noticeably longer this time. You could safely assume Kunigami was the reason. You would be a liar if you told someone you didn’t pay attention to him, specifically while on the field. You could recognize his voice by now without even looking at him by how he shouted to his teammates. You also noticed how he was on the field- like he was center stage. Like the game revolved around him as he controlled the ball for almost half of it. It was weird, how your eyes caught him on occasion while disregarding the other players. It was easy to chalk the phenomena up to circumstance. He was the only motherfucker you knew here, much less talk to. Also, he had the ball. Of course you would focus on him.

Before you knew it, the bell rang. Knowing the routine, you gathered your things, picking up your backpack first to sling onto your back, then your tray, holding it with a relaxed hand. You looked back at the field, just to see the game quickly stop, teams dissolving as the students made their way back into the school.

You felt odd leaving so soon. Out of place even, to move on. A weird feeling settled in your chest, like someone dropped a weight there and had forgotten it. You pondered the feeling for a moment, before shrugging it off to begin walking, knowing there’s not much to be done or explained. You know by now that questioning your feelings never leads to a straight answer, as weird as that is to think about.

Your descent down the hill was as per usual. Your steps were careful as they made their way down, watching for any slippery spots in the greenery. Your head was empty as you went, head cast downward, not needing to really look where you were going as your own muscle memory dragged you along. You subconsciously ran through a checklist of what you needed to do before going to class. The space around you grew louder as you approached the building, now in greater proximity to the students who were outside.

“Hey! Y/N!”

A shout from your side brings you back to the world around you, urging your head to face whatever, or whoever had hollered your name. Not expecting to be called, you’d imagine you were probably wearing a comically caught off-guard face, eyes blown out in shock. They searched the blacktop of widely strung-out, moving people, scanning for anyone who had already had their attention on you. 

That voice sounded familiar.

Seeing a commotion, you were automatically drawn to that, almost forgetting what you were doing. Though it all comes full circle when you recognize a face amongst the crowd.

About twenty feet away from you, Kunigami stood closely accompanied by what you would assume was one of his football buddies. From what you could see, his hand was raised high in an effort to wave at you, a clear effort to grab your attention. On his face, he wore a subtle deadpanning scowl. It was obvious he was trying to conceal it with a more pacified expression, but it really wasn’t working. It made you confused for a millisecond as to what he could be so blatantly displeased at before you noticed the grip the other student had on his arm. Kunigami strained slightly against the hold his friend had on him as the stranger visibly smiled and boyishly laughed aloud at something unknown to you. It wasn’t until Kunigami saw you were looking at him before he changed his look to something more pleasant, trying to ease the growing tension he was probably aware he was showing. His hand relaxed as well- lowering from above his head.

You didn’t have any time to think to wave back yourself before the jock clinging to the red-head started pulling hard on his arm. Kunigami seemingly decides to compromise, giving in to the excitement of the other. Turning and stumbling over his feet, Kunigami stepped into a walk with the other players. Before you knew it, the player in question started gaining some distance away from your form, shaking his arm out of the grip of the one who had his hold on him. He walked to another door that led inside the school with some of the other football players, turning to give one last look to you before permanently stepping in line with the other students.

You are left where you were standing: a halted figure amongst the ever moving crowd. Seemingly miraculously, the weight held in your gut disappeared, yet not an ounce of your bewilderment chose to leave in any way, shape, or form. It seemed to congeal in your mind, even as you took the memorized path back to your locker, stepping in time to be one with the crowd. It subsided over time, but never truly went away. Rather, it hid, ready and willing to rear its ugly head whenever the next opportunity arrived. You wanted to think it would never get the chance.

The air was stuffy.

It would be, with this many students packed into one gymnasium. The already poor circulation mixed with the massive amounts of teenagers’ and young adults’ body odor proved to be an unpleasant combination, because of course it was. And the space, obviously, certainly did not help, it being far too small to comfortably hold as many bodies as the school staff wanted it to hold.

It was also loud. Very loud. The vast majority of the voices in the gym did not give a single shit about staying moderately tame, much less even a little quiet. Hundreds of students lining the stands all around you, the open ceiling reverberated with the clamor, serving as the most annoying white noise in existence. The sounds of laughter, scolding, yelling, offense, and gossip, along with other noises you couldn’t even decipher, all morphed into one amalgamation of a racket that roared on, and on, wholly chaotic, and definitely grating. You swore you couldn’t even hear yourself think in this mess of an assembly.

Thankfully, you got a little lucky. You ended up sitting in an obscure corner of the auditorium: a place not as crowded as the rest of the large room. On the second set of stands from the ground, you hunched over, keen on making yourself somewhat small amongst the rowdy bunches of trade school students behind you.

As you scanned the auditorium, you were able to distinguish a couple things. One, this was an athletic event of some kind. It was clear by the congregation of generally fit and popular people on the gym floor, right in the center of attention for everyone to see. They separated in groups, supposedly by the sport they played. You wouldn’t be able to tell which were which if it weren’t for the rudimentary signs that the taller individuals waved above their heads. Two, it was going to be boring. That was apparent from the moment several older men in suits showed up. You slumped further down in your set at the realization, robotically taking out your phone to see how else you could fiddle with it today.

It's not that you legitimately disliked sports or those who played them. You would never judge anyone for putting their effort into something they cared about. And while you definitely did not fit in with the crowd, and a good portion of the athletes were not raised right and you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole, they’re students all the same. Egotistical, maybe. With a dash of narcissism, duh. But they were people all the same.

It’s these recognition assemblies you really didn’t care for. They’re the most performative things in the world, and they serve no purpose other than to boost some egos and make content for the local newspaper. They were dumb, through and through. And it seemed the majority of the audience watching knew that, as the staff visibly struggled to calm the erratic students.

It didn’t take long for the assembly to finally start. Somehow, the organizers were able to get all the athletes together and calm, just enough for the guest speakers to introduce themselves, and begin their speeches of unending boredom. They spoke of the various teams’ accomplishments throughout the year, expressing how proud they were in their performance, effectively getting the sentimental portion out of the way. As you could assume, they went onto specifying titles, going over each groups’ success in detail.

It would be an accurate statement to say that you were uninterested. From where you sat, you could barely see the stage, your vision obscured by the surrounding students. Not to mention your natural gravitation to the exit, which definitely did not help, given the distance from the podium where the speakers planned on hanging out for the next forty minutes or so. You found yourself zoning out, almost in record time too. Not that you cared to listen. The quicker this goes, the faster you’re out of this sweaty auditorium. 

You feel a light tap on your shoulder. 

“Hey… Y/N?”

Nearly jumping out of your own skin, you whip your head around, hair thrashing with the shear force of the movement. You look toward the one who had called your name.

Though you truly didn’t know what to expect, you definitely did not expect a mop of tangerine-colored hair, along with a matching set of eyes that seemed awfully familiar.

With a hand raised, Kunigami stood from the edge of the bleachers from where you sat. Blinking a few times, his eyes darted to the podium from where the guest continued to speak, only to look back at you, opening his mouth to say simply and plainly…

“Hey uh, could I sit here?” He pointed to the empty spot beside you, the last available space from the edge, and closest to him.

You didn’t give much thought into your answer, having no real reason to decline his request. “Uh yea! Sure.”

Kunigami's lip curled up in a half-smile. It was genuine from what you could tell. 

Breathing out a thank you, he took a large step off of the floor, hoisting himself into the open seat with less clumsiness than you could ever manage. Scooting over, you made plenty of room for him to adjust and get comfortable, squeezing into yourself even more than before to make that happen.

Looking again at the event, Kunigami asked another, but slightly out of place question, “We’ve uh- started right?”

You rubbed your hands together, processing what he said before answering him clearly, “Yea, I think about like, five minutes ago?”

Kunigami nodded his head in approval, pulling out his phone to quickly check the time, only to put the device right back in the pocket from which it came. “Ah okay.” You could’ve sworn the ginger let out a puff of air, his shoulders deflating at the action. As odd as it was, you dropped it, but made note. 

The player was… imposing. He took up space, metaphorically and in actuality. Not through any fault of his of course. It was your mind that did this to you with its tendency to turn nothing into something.  Try as you might, its pattern of overthinking was persistent as the source of your downfall. As dramatic as that sounds. You force your attention away from your guest and to the speaker. He wasn’t entertaining by any means, certainly not. The old geizer drawled on and on about… something? You weren’t really paying attention, for Kunigami’s mere presence distracted you immensely.

The sound of countless clapping hands reeled you back to the present. Your fellow peers had erupted into a boystrosious applause, followed by a few hoots and hollers from the rowtier ones in the back. Zeroing back in on the podium, you knew it was brought on by the speaker, who had joined the audience in the clapping and was now turned to a group of male students. 

While you didn’t have much reason to care, something caught your eye anyway. You recognized the faces of the students. Just vaguely. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. You wracked your brain for the answer as you recalled what you had subconsciously remembered by the man’s speech spoken just moments ago. I saw them from the field that day, didn’t I?

And with that, you put it together: it was the soccer team. Yet, that discovery had only brought up another question.

If the soccer team was there, then why is the star player sitting next to you?

You turn your head to look at him, confusion plastered all over. He was looking at the stage as well, with an expression you couldn’t read. If you had to take a guess, it was a rather calmer one, yet his brow was a little stressed. It threw you off. Deciding to be a little bold, you speak. 

“Um,” You begin. “Isn’t that the football team?”

Kunigami starts, turning his head to look at you. A moment passes before he responds. “Yeah that’s them.”

You continue, gesturing with your own double take at the group. They were receiving some sort of plaque, presented by the same old man as before, a showy smile displayed for all to see. “Shouldn’t you,” You pause to find the resolve to state the obvious. “Be with them?”

Kunigami’s eyes widened a fraction. They glance at the team, then back at you. Then to the team, then back at you. “Uh.” He says eloquently. “Yes?”

The carrot-top’s answer only confuses you more. “You’re on the team?” You ask it as a question, like you were searching for clarity in something that's already crystal. When he only stares back, you ask another. “Aren’t you… the guy?”

Kunigami blinked at that, expression morphing from what looked like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, to flat out perplexed. “The guy?” He parrots back, emphasizing the ‘the’ just as you said it. It’s not mocking in the slightest. It's very honest, almost innocently so.

Your mind scrambles for a better way to explain, not that you had one. “I mean…” You try, “Like,” Your hands rise from your lap, coming to rescue you from your stumbling. They move strangely, trying to form what you mean without the use of words. Ultimately, they fail. “I mean, the guy.”

Kunigami only looks. Thinking, still confused. His own hands come together, clasping one another as he leans over, hunching his back and supporting himself by resting his forearms on his legs. He speaks with raised brows. “You’re gonna have to help me here.”

You resist the urge to groan aloud. What really comes out is an agitated huff. You rack your brain for a synonym, coming up with one a second later. “The star?” You ask, kind of happy you found a substitute for your thoughts. “You’re the star of the team.”

At that, Kunigami’s eyes grow bigger. This time with a new emotion. It takes him darting his eyes away from you to decipher it. Flattery. The same he had shown before when he had paid for your lunch.

Is he embarrassed? Isn’t it the truth?

The one in question shakes his head. “No.” It’s soft how he says it, not very firm, yet still in a disagreeing tone. “I am not the star of the team.”

“So, what are you?” You go on to elaborate. “Like what it is called.”

What could barely be considered a smile makes its way on Kunigami’s face slowly, yet surely. His eyes show some amusement, though not the kind that makes someone feel as if they were being made fun of. Rather, he was enjoying himself. Sincerely. He looks back at you, blankly, with that hint of delight.

“I’m a forward.” He says plainly, though the face betrays his tone as he mentions the source of his joy. “That’s the position I play.”

You think for a moment. The label he named doesn’t sound familiar. “I mean… you’re called something else.” You pause to rearticulate your thoughts again, wringing your hands in your lap absentmindedly. “There’s another word for it.”

It doesn’t even take a full second before he replies. “Striker?”

“Yeah.” You say, recalling the term from how many times you’ve heard it over the intercom. 

“Then yeah, I guess.” He says, shrugging. “Though it's not a term actually used in the game.”

You hum, though more to yourself than anyone else. Oh okay. The new piece of knowledge doesn’t slip from you so easily. As trivial as it is, you thought it was an interesting fact. So you plan to remember it. Besides, it might become relevant later.

The crowd rang out in applause once more, for seemingly no reason at all. It barely registered; you had no clue what they were on about. Instead, your focus grows, fixating itself on Kunigami, as so does your confusion. Your question has yet to be answered. You ask again, the sentence slipping from your lips before you had a chance to reconsider. “So why aren’t you up there?”

Kunigami shifts, just a little, just to get more comfortable. He just blinks some more, showing absolutely no sign of any negative emotion at your question. He looks to the team, then back to you, again. Yet, because he doesn’t respond right away, and because of his movement, you automatically think of it as discomfort. You’re backtracking before you know it. Your mind begins to spiral, thinking, oh god I fucked up even though, clearly, you didn’t. You avert your eyes, and apologize. “Sorry, it’s none of my business. I-”

“I just don’t want to be up there.”

You stop, and look at him again. He’s calm, not rattled in the slightest by anything you’ve said in the past fifteen seconds. He wrings his hands a bit, and looks at his fingernails for a second, but otherwise, he just sits. 

He’s no fool. Kunigami can see how you were beginning to work yourself up, even if he can only view it from an outside perspective. He takes it in stride, and with a small smile and firm shake of his head, he addresses it. Simply.

“No need to apologize. It's a valid question.”

Now, it's your turn to blink. The sound of his voice sticks with you, his point driving itself home in the opening your insecurity created.  “Oh.” You say. You didn’t expect that response. You expected something more akin to being brushed off, or even ignored. Instead, he just, answered. Huh. “Okay.”

He chooses to continue. He brings a hand up to scratch the back of his head. “I’m not a fan of this kinda stuff.” The clapping starts up once more. You look to the stage, wondering, what is it this time, only to see the football team begin to file off its steps. One student grasped the award tightly in his hand as he descended. He looked to be laughing with his friends, those of which you remember from before: when they had pulled Kunigami away from waving to you earlier in the week.

The redhead in question speaks again. You assume he’s aware he has your attention, even if you're not looking at him. “I don’t really see a purpose for it. It’s all for show anyway.”

You turn back to him. He’s already looking at you. For some reason, you notice something you hadn’t before. His eyes, though they were mostly an orange color, very similar to his hair, also had some brown in them. Just around the outer rim, where the shade of chocolate met the white of his pupil. You’re not sure why you can see it.

Instead of questioning it, you decide to reply to him. “Really?”

“Yeah.” He says. His eyes don’t leave yours. “It’s a load of crap.”

You’re still curious. You decide to pry some more, just a little bit. “Do you not like crowds?”

“Crowds?” He repeats, eyes widening a bit at your surprise question. He answers after he takes a second to think. “Uh, not really? I mean, I tolerate them. I guess I like them as much as anyone else.” He tilts his head in a questioning manner after he finishes speaking.  “Why do you ask?”

“Nothing.” You dismissed, shaking your head. “I was just wondering.”

Kunigami hums, content to move on. He turns his head away and back toward the stage. By now, a new group of students had ascended it, perhaps for an award of their own.

A flicker of his own curiosity makes Kunigami want to ask the same back. So, he does. “Do you not like crowds?”

You’re not as caught off-guard this time. His statement gives you the confidence to laugh shortly. “Ha. No.” You tug your hands closer into your body, crossing your arms over your chest so you're hugging your torso. “I don’t.” 

Observing the movement, the striker can’t tell if you’ve done it consciously or not, since you don’t acknowledge it. A part of his brain connects your body language to what you’re saying. It's a part not connected to his inner monologue, so he doesn’t realize it, but he recognizes it nonetheless. Just internally. While it finds permanence, he continues as if he never made the observation. Which he sort of didn’t. Not truely.

Kunigami can’t help the twitch of his lip that compels its edge to go up. Otherwise, he responds, simply, plainly. With a hint of something neither he nor you realize is there. “Really?”

You’re oblivious to it. “Yeah.”

It’s silent after that. There’s no other reason to speak. The two of you continue to half-heartedly watch the assembly, now with a new understanding revealed: that you both don’t want to be here.

The solitude gives you a moment to process your conversation with the redhead. You didn’t expect it to go so, normal. Maybe you were the weird one here, but in all honesty, Kunigami was a jock. You’re not friends with jocks, at least not in any meaningful capacity. You’re not the kind of person who resonates with those kinds of people, at least the ones you knew of. It was foreign to you: how someone like him could act so, different in comparison to his peers. How he could just be a regular person.

You outwardly make a face. You want to slap yourself. “How could he just be a regular person?” What the hell are you talking about? Of course he’s a regular person. He’s a person, on the football team or not. It doesn’t matter if he’s quiet or a party animal. He didn’t appear to be away. His agreeable nature from your first meeting seemed to stem more from politeness than as a facet of his personality. Instead, he seemed on the calmer side, and is generally more internal.

But even if he wasn’t, it was none of your business. You have no idea why he keeps the company he does, nor why he’s even on the football team. You don’t know him, and that’s fine. As long as he’s not an asshole, that should be enough of a reason to be friendly back, just as he’s done to you.

A realization comes over you suddenly, and without warning. Unbeknownst to you, it's always been there. From the moment you met the player during that frigid recess. It was just waiting for the moment, the perfect moment where you would finally pull back the curtain to reveal its presence. It makes you stop your train of thought in its tracks. Not that it was going anywhere anyway.

Why is Kunigami so friendly to you, for no reason at all?

There’s a change of pace of commotion on the stage. A woman takes up a microphone. Her voice projects through the speakers built into the gymnasium. A dismissal is taking place quicker than you thought it would.

Quickly, she gives instructions on how to exit, delegating that those on the lower levels of the bleachers are to leave first, then those on the higher levels. This is to reduce the amount of chaos that will surely ensue after she gives the order, seeing as the gym was congested with as many people as the fucking titanic.

Even as she speaks, you know where this is going. As annoying as some of the staff can be, in instances like these, you feel bad for them. You watch it happen in slow-mo: she gives the “ok” and immediately, hundreds of students jump from their seats. Many around you rise too and begin to shuffle around. You stay put. So does Kunigami. The room rattles with the vibrations of countless shoes on the plastic of the bleachers. It’s a rumbling irritation, yet the sound is the least of your worries.

Try as she might, she cannot stop the hurricane of students who disregard their warnings and jump from their seats, their heads set on getting out of the packed auditorium. Her shouts of command fall on deaf ears as people descend, and walk casually past her. It's a funny sight: her beginning to fume as she continues to not be taken seriously as hundreds of students pass her by, and exit the gym. Surely by the next assembly you all will get another lecture on this.

You have two options, as you do every time you’re part of a massive crowd such as this, and everyone in it is trying to go to one place all at once. Either stay here, seated, watch the masses of people dissipate and risk being late for class, or you brave the congestion and suck it up to dive headfirst into the sea of sweaty, loud people. Neither option was appealing. It was usually a coin toss on which you picked. Sometimes it depends on your mood. Though you were not in a particularly bad one, you didn’t exactly want it to dampen over something as pointless as this.

While in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed that the striker beside you had begun to stand up. It was the ‘pop’ of his knee that snapped you from your reverie. He looked at you with a curious expression as he straightened himself, wondering to himself why you hadn’t made the move to leave as well. “Are you… staying here?”

It takes you a second to find a response casual enough to appear neurotypical. “Haha, nah. I'm just a bit slow.” You brush him off as you make to gather your things and stand, giving into the peer pressure the movement of clamoring bodies put onto you the moment they start to move toward the exit.

Though even as you begin to stand yourself, you couldn’t help but notice that Kunigami had not yet left. Instead he just stood there by your side, looking out into the sea of people at nobody in particular. It doesn’t take much for you to ask him why with a hint of your own assumption. “Are you waiting on me?”

“Yes.” He says, like it's obvious. He turns his head to see you properly and quirks a brow. “Why? You don’t mind, do you?”

You rush to straighten up at his confirmation. “A-ah no.” You’re frazzled. Just a little. “I-I mean, no. I don’t mind.” You slide your backpack onto your back, and adjust the straps. You find yourself doing the same: absentmindedly looking out into the crowd of peers from the slightly-elevated position you had on the bleachers, which has been steadily decreasing ever since the initial rush. “It’s just that,” you wonder, “I figured you’d already have gone off to class.”

Kunigami shaked his head at that. His semi-spiky head of hair jerks with it. “Nah, I’m in no rush.” He digs his hand into his pocket and fishes for his phone. Once again, he checks the time and puts the device right but where he found it. “Besides,” he says, blinking stoically. “You said you didn’t like crowds.”

Oh. “Oh.” 

You’re not so caught up in your thoughts this time to have him wait for a response. “Uh- yeah I, I guess you’re right.” What? For real? You’re certainly surprised that the football player beside you had remembered what you said, even if it was only from a matter of minutes ago. You’re even more surprised he had thought about it enough to take some sort of action: to consciously let it dictate his choice of staying behind with you, even if it influenced his decision only a little bit. It was strange to say the least. He was strange.

You see Kunigami turning to the side toward the opening in the bleachers from which he had stepped up from. He craned his head to look back at you. “Here.” He said, motioning with his head to the exit you would guess he already designated. “Just follow me, and I’ll take the lead.”

You nod, and with an ‘okay’ from you, Kunigami fully turns around to the edge of the bleachers, and you mentally prepare yourself to go through whatever task this was about to become.

Your red-headed acquaintance swiftly takes a big step down from the height in a matter of seconds. He never stumbles as he does it, almost gracefully letting gravity carry his weight, falling from the elevated platform. He takes another step forward, kind of forming a rhythm. He turns around right after, watching for you to follow with that same thoughtful expression.

And you do, albeit less organized as he did it. You jump from the bleachers in a similar fashion, yet instead of moving in a stride, your shoes ‘thunk’ against the wooden floor. Kunigami sees you land, and an apology is already falling from his lips. “Sorry- we probably should’ve gone down the stairs.”

You chuckle at his effort. “No it's alright.” You say, waving him off with a vague hand motion. “No worries.”

Kunigami breathes out. “Ha, good.” And with that he turns once more. “Let's go. I think the bell is about to ring.”

You agree, and step in line behind him as he makes his way towards the set of double doors that separated you all from the rest of the school. At first the journey was smooth, but as the two of you got closer to the narrow passage, the area became more and more congested with students who were, conveniently, also trying to make their way towards the same set of doors. You creep closer to Kunigami as the bodies from all around close in. Though none made any solid contact, occasionally one or two would brush against your arm or leg. Accidental, probably, but it didn’t make you happy nonetheless. But don’t get the wrong idea. You weren’t ‘scared’ uncomfortable, just ‘annoyed’ uncomfortable.

As your duo passed through the worst of it, right on the threshold of the metal doors, Kunigami looked back at you over his shoulder. He said nothing, though his apricot eyes asked a silent question with the look he gave, eyebrows raised upward in a way that made them wider, more open: ‘you good?’

The sentiment didn’t pass you by. You give a tight-lipped smile at his once again confusing concern. ‘Yeah’

He seems satisfied with that, choosing to turn back around so he can look where he is going. The edge of his lip curls as he does. Just a little bit.

By facing forward, he unintentionally left your eyes to naturally fall upon whatever took the place of his own, which just so happened to be his back. From where you were, your gaze rested on the expanse of the back of his shoulder, and further up to the nape of his neck. You had never paid much attention to this part of him before. You didn’t have a reason to. Yet now, due to circumstance, you can’t help but look a little closer.

He was built. You already knew that part- it wasn’t hard to tell. But now, you were closer than normal. Meaning, you could see more than normal. You could see where the muscle that wrapped around the back of his shoulder blade- where it rounded off the edge of it to a degree you hadn’t seen so close on anyone before. You could see where his shirt strained because of it. Though not much, his clothes fit him well, the fabric would once and a while become taunt while he moved his arms in ways that went against its limits. You could see where that same muscle crept up with back and to the tops of his shoulders, once again rounding and defining the hump. You could see the skin of his nape, tanned probably due to the countless hours of football training done outside. It was smooth and undisturbed by any scars or blemishes. You could see where the tissue connected with the tendon of his neck, and where that then traveled up to his… undercut? You hadn’t yet noticed that either. WOW. He looks good with that. It really complements his-

You force yourself to stop your own untamed thought midway. You blink rapidly. Your eyes widened at the sentence you were just about to let be completed. What the FUCK?

You’re appalled at yourself. And a little ashamed. What was that shit?? Get a damn GRIP. You don’t even know this guy. You blink some more, and shake your head the smallest bit. It wouldn’t even matter if you did!! I mean SURE he’s not bad looking, and his back his build like a brick shithouse, and maybe the buzz underneath only adds to the icing on the cak-

“You alright?”

The voice of the motherfucker in question makes you want to dig a hole right where you stood and perish. You’d fear he had somehow heard you if he wasn’t looking at you like you hadn’t said anything at all.

“You look a little dazed. I didn’t know you had such a hard time with large numbers of people.” He says it easily in his tenor, and without a hint of judgment. You caught onto his nicety, mentally grasping it as a lifeline to pull yourself from whatever spiral you were about to go down.

You let out a laugh that has to seem out of place. “Haha- Nono I’m okay. It didn’t bother me that much, I was err- uh thinking about something else.” The last part comes out somewhat stiff and quiet, and you choose to look away from the redhead to find something else to occupy your frontal lobe.

You soon discover that the two of you have covered a lot more ground than you originally thought. You were now in the commons, a little ways away from the main exit of the auditorium, around the main seating area. Across the way was the closed-up concession stand the two of you visited not so long ago. Most of your peers in the auditorium had already moved in the hallway and through the school, save for a few stragglers.

Kunigami hums, then shrugs. “If you say so.” For the third time that day, he pulls out his phone to check something. Probably the time. Again. He seems like the kinda guy who’d want to be punctual. Internally you’re thankful he had dropped his concern as quickly as he did. You did NOT wanna talk about it.

He looks up from the device to offer a easy-going grin to you, and slips it back into his pocket. “Well I’d better get going.” He starts, “Don’t wanna be late for class.”

You nod back and reply eloquently. “Uh yeah. Definitely.” 

At that, Kunigami nods to himself, and starts to turn on his heel, but not before bringing a hand up to give you a short wave. The same kind he had tried greeting you with early that week. His eyes shine with a serenity you can see clearly as he gives his departing words, again, a constant from your first meeting. “See ya later then, Y/N.”

And with that, and before you can say much at all aside from your own short little wave, he fully turns around to take long strides down the same hallway he had left from before, soon after pivoting down another hallway out of sight. One, if you were paying closer attention, you would recognize as the same secondary hallway as before, once again.

You watched him as he did, right from where you stood in the commons of the school. You remained like that for a few seconds before forcing your own legs to guide you down the opposite way, in the direction of your locker.

As you walk you’re preoccupied. Your fellow students are oblivious to your mental space as you keep to the right-hand side of the hallway, your head down as you mulled. Not that you’d ever want them to know. Many thoughts rattled around in your head as you approached your destination. Thoughts your second meeting, thoughts of your first, thoughts of him and his stupid back and his stupid concern, thoughts of how absurd this is all becoming-

Thoughts of how your patience was beginning to run out.

Taglist: @yuujiisann​  Its been so long so I didn’t know if you still wanted tagged but HERE YOU GO ANYWAY LOL

[problemchildzu]

I guess i have a more general question. How does mpreg work in this lore?

I also head cannon that the buns and cats have litters. Lol

Honestly I guess it's not strictly mpreg? Guess it depends on who you ask. Kyaris, Rhaz and Fey for example they are intersex, both sets of genitalia that allow them to not only get others pregnant but also be pregnant. Viera are fun in that technically they're genderless until they hit puberty. So however the kids identify that's what they are regardless of what presents. The miqo troupe is the same with two of the partners are technically intersex but are male in how they present. I have an elezen that is Trans but has kids with his partner.

Honestly? Confession time. I hate butt babies. I'm not here to shit all over people who do. You do you friends, but it's the one thing I couldn't really work out in my brain when I was really coming to recognize I loved pregnancy so much. So you likely won't find cis male pregnancy on this page. Now, will I still like art of it? Yeah, maybe birth stuff may be less so but I still love seeing pregnant dudes.

[rhazimpulsivelyposts]

As a hobby , I was recording Gameplay and putting it on YouTube. I started putting a lot of effort into it even though it def is still novice af looking.

Before I fully left my ♐️ I started getting really depressed and overwhelmed with life so I kinda just stopped doing it. Recording gameplay that sounded ok and then spending hours editing and adding tags to it was so time consuming.

I told myself I would just take like 2 weeks and come back to it, and I never did.

I basically stopped playing video games too because I told myself I couldn’t play them unless I recorded them to edit and I never wanted to take the time to edit and I didn’t want to fill my hard drives with hours of footage to then spend months editing , so I stopped playing video games…

Every time I want to go back to Elden Ring or Forspoken I remind myself of my abandoned hobby of a YouTube channel just sitting untouched for over a year now probably . I guilt myself into not playing the games because “then you fully gave up that game in the channel if you do that Rhaz” , but honestly with how overwhelming work has been , I can’t even come home and clean my house that still needs so much work , so I really don’t think I’ll ever have time to spend hours editing again.

So I should just accept that hobby has been abandoned and let myself play Forspoken again, even if no one ever sees me finish it. Even if I should be cleaning ….

It’s ok Rhaz, it just wasn’t for us.

[larkr]

excerpt from a post endwalker WIP i stuck in my notes app

Rhaz untangles himself from his pile of blankets, only to be reminded of his missing sock. He stares at his bare foot, wiggles his toes a bit — they’re quite cold now, actually, he should ask if someone can turn the heat up — before he looks up at Estinien and says “I think the mattress ate my sock,” with a blank face.

[second-chance-stray]

RP Log: Cravs, Aislinn, and Bertram try to find a buyer for stinky fish in a country of vegetarians.

Aislinn North Comes out from the house like a person moving briskly from one task to the next. Brushing a hand down her skirts, she smiles briefly to Cravendy. "Alright there, Cravendy?" she asks in her usual fashion.

Cravendy Hound - To this day, there have been -at least- five fish deliveries from Dirtpatch to Heartwood, all handled by Bertram Windshadow. The highlander’s feelings about becoming a fish courier was unknown...what was known was that Heartwood’s storage area would soon fill up if the product wasn’t dealt with soon. Crates upon crates upon crates, each full of fish in different stages of decay.

Bertram Windshadow was ponder such a turn of events himself as he walked along the path toward the Heartwood headquarters. It was certainly a stark change of pace for the man but it also came with the blessing of distraction. Something he'd found to be quite the blessing. Even if the perpetual smell of fish was ... maybe less than ideal. He waved a hand to the two standing just outside the yard and flashed a quiet smile, "Cravs! Lin!"

Cravendy Hound is outside, trying to dry some of the fish. But the drying racks are full and there are still plenty more to deal with. She turns to Lin and gives her a somewhat panicked smile. “Eh, er. Hm.” Then after a pause. “Nnn..nno. Oh bugger, Windy. Are ye ‘ere with more to deliver?”

Aislinn North By now she knew well enough not to jump right into the business at hand. Which in this case, was definitely the amount of fish piling up on the grounds. Even so, the looming need to move the product, and *fast* hung over her head. It was starting the smell and soon she feared the aroma would seep into the walls of the house itself. She turned her attention to Bertram as he arrived. She was smiling but her eyes all but dared him to say he had yet another delivery. "Afternoon, Bertram."

Bertram Windshadow: "Uhm ..." Bertram's gaze sweeps over the scene as he quietly processes what it all means, a somewhat nervous chuckle rising up from the man as he notes the look from Aislinn. "I ... uh ... was coming by to borrow a chocobo to haul it up the hill ..." He shifts his attention to Cravendy looking apologetic.

Bertram Windshadow: "But the ice crystals still have some chill in 'em, so ... they should be good for a ... bit!"

Cravendy Hound: “NO...” Cravs sinks to the ground, crestfallen. So soon! And all her efforts would barely cover the first batch, as there were still several more crates to process. That said, Cravs was really just buying time...a house full of fish jerky was still suboptimal.

Cravendy Hound: “The smell is startin’ to attract unwelcome company, if ye catch my drift. So far just small critters, like spriggans an’ squirrels, but if we don’t do somethin’ soon it’s only a matter of ‘when’ a bear’ll come and make itself at home ‘ere.”

Aislinn North groans inwardly at the news. With a shake of her head, she glances between Bertram and Cravendy. "We can't keep stockpiling it all here. Soon we'll all be smelling of fish." she makes a face. "What about...the botanist guild? Surely they need some fertilizer or somesuch?"

Bertram Windshadow watches in muted horror as Cravendy succumbs to piscine despair. Though he is pulled from that moment at Aislinn's suggestion of selling it to the the botanists. "That's a pretty good idea ..."

Cravendy Hound: “Seems like such a waste.” Cravs tips her head to a particular crate that she’s been too scared to open. The wood used to be straw brown, but now it was stained darker from its wet contents. She grimaces and averts her eyes from the disaster. “But we don’t ‘ave a choice for a lot of it.”

[FC]<M'shara Rhaz> if there's so much fish in the house all I can wonder if how badly the races with sensitive noses are suffering [FC]<Altani Misair> Maybe the fish smell good [FC]<Riylli Aliapoh> Did no one deal with the box after it was left there [FC]<Riylli Aliapoh> is it just rotting [FC]<M'shara Rhaz> fish do not smell good [FC]<Altani Misair> Maybe someone sprayed them with perfume [FC]<M'shara Rhaz> *shudder* [FC]<Cravendy Hound> ahahahah

Aislinn North she shoots Cravendy an incredulous look. "It can't possibly be fit for eating at this point. There's nothing for it."

Bertram Windshadow follows Cravendy's gaze to the ominous and unopened crate. "Yeah ... I think we've already passed that threshold."

Aislinn North waves a hand in Bertram's direction. "Maybe we can still sell the new delivery as food but whatever's sitting in that crate there..." she followed Cravendy's gaze to the ominous box like it was a ticking timebomb. "It just has to go."

Bertram Windshadow: "If it makes you feel any better, Cravs, it might be used to become food again."

Cravendy Hound: “By who?!”

Cravendy Hound: “Ye mean that one-” She points to the soggy crate. “-t-that one, as food?!”

Aislinn North tips her head. "I think he means that it'll be used to grow actual food. Part of the cycle. No one would eat it as it is." she assured the Roegadyn.

Bertram Windshadow blinks, trying to parse the question. "Not directly, I mean! But if we can sell as fertilizer like Lin suggested ..."

Cravendy Hound: "OH YE MEAN. AS fertilizer it'll become food again....Not like. Someone’ll eat it like food. Ah." Cravs finally understands. Gods, her mind is far too preoccupied by fish despair.

Bertram Windshadow gestures toward Aislinn, "Yeah, that!"

Bertram Windshadow: "Or maybe swine fodder ..."

Cravendy Hound blushes slightly as she clears her throat. “Ahem. Well, let’s go over and try to sell it to the botanists then. And keep an eye out for anyone interested in the fresher stuff as...instant food.” Cravs grabs a couple of fish samples before she heads out, just in case.

Aislinn North As the wind shifts, the putrid smell drifts their way. "Nymeia's breath." Aislinn chokes. "Alright. Yes, this needs to get solved. Yesterday. Surely we can make some sort of deal."

Bertram Windshadow suppresses the sudden urge to vanish as the scent of ripe fish wafts in his direction. He speaks as though he's being partially strangled, "Yeah. Let's go."

(Cravendy Hound) heading over to the botanists guild :D )) (Aislinn North) ((That firecracker was handy! :D)) (Bertram Windshadow) (( A signal cracker!! *grins* ))

Cravendy Hound - The Botanist’s guild is, as usual, a verdant and bustling place, with farmers diligently working the fields. As the trio approach, one of the guild’s workers stops what he’s doing and freezes in place, nose crinkled and generally confused. “Gods, what’s that smell?”

Bertram Windshadow follows along with Aislinn and Cravendy whilst also holding a russet colored chocobo by the reins and walking them alongside the trio. Hitched to the saddle bags are two small crates of fresh(ish) fish that are being kept chilled via ice crystals. He clears his throat and looks to the others at the cry. "Fish..?"

Cravendy Hound - Cravs realizes the stranger must be talking about her. When she had grabbed samples, she had grabbed a fish from every stage of rot, from unspeakable, to fresh, to bone dry. Figuring that there was no point in hiding it, she presents the source of the smell to the farmer. “Fish...”

Aislinn North Jerks to a halt, a dawning look of embarrassment flashing across her face. She knows it can't be the still fresh fish Bertram has in tow. "It's happened already. We reek of fish." she murmurs leans over and discreetly sniffs Cravendy. "Everywhere we go." a flush of red starts creeping up her neck.

Cravendy Hound: “I can’t tell if it’s ye, or this thing.” Cravs lifts the rotten fish in her hand slightly. “Or me. Or all three. Seven ‘ells, this is bad....Maybe we’re numbed to the smell.”

Aislinn North Realizes what Cravendy has brought with her and pulls back sharply. "Twelve above!" she hisses. "Nevermind." she says somewhat in relief. With a bracing breath, she steps forward and addresses the botanist.

Bertram Windshadow was starting to wonder if he was just going to smell like fish for the rest of his suns. He'd been around the scent for so long now that he was worried that he couldn't really discern it from himself any longer. "We ... uh ... we were hoping that we could, maybe, ... offer a trade with your guild?" He looks toward the botanist thoughtfully.

Aislinn North Nods in agreement with Bertram. "We find ourselves with some good quality fertilizer on our hands and we were hoping you all here might be interested."

Cravendy Hound - The farmer puts down his bag of seeds for a second to listen to the trio’s sales pitch. “Let me guess - fish fertilizer? We’re already stocked up on other varieties of fertilizer. What makes yours different?”

Bertram Windshadow seems entirely at a loss on this one. He's not exactly a botanist and his knowledge of caring for plants was ... middling. He looks over at Aislinn in the hope that she would know something about this, otherwise he'd have to fly by the seat of his pants.

Aislinn North "Namely, it's fish. It does wonders for the overall health of the soil. And the plants really take to it. The gardens at our Company House are quite the sight to see." Aislinn replied as she took a look around the garden plots. "We have an agreement with a fishing village and ended up with a bit of surplus."

Cravendy Hound: “Ye know why Sea Wolves are tall and strong? It’s cause we love fish. And eatin’ it daily ‘elps keep yer eyes workin’....Not that you’d know, since you Gridanian’s don’t eat meat...” Cravs notes, her comment both useless and insulting? She clearly has a bone to pick with Gridanian cuisine. “Anyway, that’s gotta count for somethin’ with the plants.”

Bertram Windshadow nods his head slowly along with Aislinn's explanation before looking back over to the botanist. "And I could make personal deliveries." He looks over to Cravendy's pitch with ... a bit of uncertainty but nods all the same. "It could bring some nutrients that the local varieties don't usually replenish!"

Aislinn North Blinks once at Cravendy's reply. And again. But aside from that small tell, she makes no sign that the comment was anything out of the ordinary and plows ahead, building off of what Bertram had said. "You really can't go wrong with a well-rounded fertilization schedule."

Cravendy Hound - The farmer listens intently to Lin and Bertram, his curiosity piqued. He opens his mouth, about to ask about price and volume, but is interrupted by Crav’s comment. So instead, he gasps, insulted. “Wait, what?! What do you mean by that?”

Aislinn North lets go the quietest of sighs. So close.

Bertram Windshadow takes in a *deeeeeep* breath as he lifts a hand up and rubs the back of his neck, "She ... uh ... she doesn't mean anything by it. She's just not from around these parts."

Cravendy Hound: “I’m sayin’ ye should try it too. Fresh fish. We got that.” Cravs says somewhat aggressively. She steps forward, invading the botanist’s space and looms over him with her fish-begotten height. The farmer shrinks under her shadow. What the HECK is this negotiation - more like intimidation?!

(Bertram Windshadow) (( I'm dying. "Fish-begotten" )) (Cravendy Hound) bad cop good cop confused cop ))

Aislinn North Steps neatly between the looming Seawolf and the botanist with a gentle laugh she certainly doesn't feel but sells all the same. "Or, just the fertilizer. Like Bertram said, our friend is from Limsa, very passionate about seafood. She just wants everyone to try it." as she's speaking, an elbow is nudging Cravendy back. "And I can't blame her. It really is, very good. Very fresh."

Bertram Windshadow takes a step forward and reaches up to touch Cravendy's shoulder with a pleading smile, "That's right. She feels real strongly about it, but it comes from a place of passion and knowledge."

Cravendy Hound - There isn’t much space between Cravs and the farmer, so for a second, Lin, Cravs, and the poor man are sandwiched against each other - chest to back to chest. At Windy’s touch though, Cravs backs down and takes a step back. She has more to say, but senses that maybe she should leave the talking to the others.

Cravendy Hound - The botanist is visibly shaken and annoyed. “Tell your oversized friend that around these parts, we live in harmony with the forest and Elementals! That our meals are balanced and wholesome!” He huffs, arms crossed.

(Aislinn North) ((I love the visual of us all just piling on this poor botanist XD)) (Cravendy Hound) probably never gotten a sales pitch like this before ))

Bertram Windshadow pats Cravendy's shoulder as she backs off from the botanist. Something that the man says seems to spark a thought. "I guess ... these fish would be like a wholesome meal for the plants that is in harmony with the forest? The fish returning to the soil..?"

Aislinn North For a moment, Aislinn stills and her smile grows tighter. Insults thrown in her direction rolled off her like water off a duck's back but insults tossed uncaringly at her friends were an entirely different matter. Even so, she tries valiantly to keep sight of the bigger picture. She merely nods along with what Bertram had said deciding it was much better than what might slip from her mouth.

(Cravendy Hound) return to soil )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( He's trying his best. )) (Cravendy Hound) I love all of this xD )) (Aislinn North) ((Ahh yes, the soil. Natural habitat of fish XD))

Cravendy Hound is being placated by Windy...for now. But when she hears the botanist spit an insult back, she nearly goes right back at it. Teetering on the edge of doing something rash, Cravs grabs tightly onto Windy’s shoulder and whispers harshly in his ear. “Guh, I know I shouldn’t, but I wanna give this whelp a new eye socket. ‘old me back, alright?”

Bertram Windshadow feels the vice like grip upon his shoulder and shifts his attention back to Cravendy. He listens quietly to the request before lifting his brow and, ultimately, giving a firm nod. "I'll do my best, Cravs, but you have fish-fueled strength." He offers back in a hushed tone.

(Aislinn North) ((*dies*))

Cravendy Hound - The botanist is at the limits of his patience and desperately wants this colorful trio to leave him alone so he can work. He raises his hands up in defeat. “Fish returning to the soil? I....doesn’t everything return to the soil eventually? Agh, look. Just. How much are you selling this for? If it’s a good price I might be willing to try, provided you throw in free samples as an apology for how your colleague acted. VERY generous free samples.”

(Cravendy Hound) LOL )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( I couldn't help myself! ))

Cravendy Hound: “Free samples?! F-for wh... Alright, this bloody drylander is askin’ for an ass kickin.” Cravs growls under her breath. She tries to lunge forward, truly testing Bertram’s strength.

Bertram Windshadow does his best to hold Cravendy in check! He slips his arm through her own and tries to lock it there ... or as best as he can! "Cravs ... we're *trying* to get rid of the stuff!" He whispers sharply.

(Bertram Windshadow) (( Good lordy. She's so much taller than Bertram. )) (Cravendy Hound) djfkls the contrast between professional and the absolute clownfoolery in the back ))

Aislinn North The only thing keeping the smile on Aislinn's face at the moment is the thought of this man opening up the dark, fish juice soaked crate that currently sat back at Heartwood. "Certainly. I can have that sent over straight away." she paused, a look of consideration on her face before tossing out a gil price per ponze of fertilizer. Discounted but still enough of a profit knowing the need to get rid of the stuff while still giving Dirtpatch something for their efforts.

Cravendy Hound is like a lion on a frightfully thin leash. For the moment she is held back, but for how long?

(Bertram Windshadow) (( *laughs and grins* Also, if you want me to roll or anything to hold by the fish primal just let me know. )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( *hold back )) (Cravendy Hound) oh god I desperately would want you to roll higher than me )) (Cravendy Hound) let's roll the dice why not xD )) (Aislinn North) ((famous last words)) (Cravendy Hound) also LOL the fish juice soaked crate....true fear )) (Cravendy Hound) Random! 664 (Bertram Windshadow) Random! 815 (Cravendy Hound) -wipes brow in relief- )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( Fate provides relief! )) (Aislinn North) ((Whew!))

Cravendy Hound - The botanist considers the price, considers the free sample, considers the sight of Bertram holding Cravs back....and finally gives. “Okay. But if this fertilizer isn’t up to par, we have the right to get a refund. Eh, hope this stuff really is a wholesome meal for the plants.”

Cravendy Hound isn’t able to break free from Windy’s grasp, and he buys enough time for the botanist to agree. This, in turn, is enough to defuse Crav’s fighting spirit.

Bertram Windshadow manages -- by some miracle -- to hold back the tide of fury boiling over in Cravendy, though he does hope and pray that the botanist either hurries or keeps his mouth shut a much a possible. He doesn't want to have to explain to the Wailers why there's a botanist outcold that smells of spoiled fish.

Bertram Windshadow heaves a sigh of relief as the tension seems to settle.

Aislinn North shakes her head. Did he take them for fools? The price was already discounted. All she could see was him opening up the crates of decaying fish and sending it straight back. They'd be in the same situation a sennight from now. "Alright, that's fair." she allowed. "But if you decide it's  not up to snuff, we'd like to come back and see the plants that you feel didn't benefit before issuing a refund." she replies.

Cravendy Hound - The man nods. “That’s fair. I’ll bring this up with the guildmaster and we can draw up official agreements, refunds and conditions included.”

Cravendy Hound shakes her arm free from Windy. Thank the twelve for Lin. It looks like she has something to say, but wants to wait until they leave.

Bertram Windshadow exhaled a sigh of relief as the botanist seemed to take to the demand reasonably. "And I'll be happy to come in and check up routinely for a moon or so!" He fully pulls his hands away from Cravendy as he decides to trust the roegadyn not to throttle the botanist now.

Aislinn North nods as the polite smile returns to her face. "We'll leave you some samples now." she waved to the decaying fish Cravendy had brought with her. "And we'll stop back later to sign the agreement. I'm excited to see how the plants here are going to take off once you start rotating in our fertilizer." turning to Cravendy and Bertam she gives them a look of utter relief. "We'll be getting out of your way now."

Bertram Windshadow nods in fervent agreement with Aislinn before looking over to the botanist with a small smile, "It was ... uh ... a pleasure doing business with you. I look forward to speaking again!" He then looks back to his two companions and quiets his tone slightly, "That ...wasn't so bad?"

Cravendy Hound places the rotting fish at the farmer’s feet and then backs away awkwardly. The farmer simply stares down at it and then at the three as they make their way out. The silence that follows is particularly uncomfortable for Cravs. What an experience.

Aislinn North Is only too happy to beat a hasty retreat before the botanist tries to change his mind.

(Cravendy Hound) lmao I like to think we ICly RAN AWAY )) (Bertram Windshadow) (( "Scatter!" )) (Aislinn North) (( Ahahaha! 'They bravely ran away'))

Cravendy Hound: “Pah, fish this high quality, and it’s just goin’ straight into the ground. What a goddamn waste!” Cravs bemoans, her agitated expression more intense than usual. She rubs the space between her brows. “Maybe there’s an underground market for this kinda stuff...I know there’re miqo’te in the woods that might be more open to eatin’ fish.”

Aislinn North Once they're far enough away, a rush of breath escapes her. "Alright, the important thing is we've dealt with the spoiling fish problem. From here on out, we can try and find takers who are actually interested in the fish as -food-."

Bertram Windshadow follows behind as they make their hasty retreat from the botanist's guild, leading the chocobo along with him. "That *does* take care of the more critical problem." He turns his attention to the crates on the chocobo's sides. "That just leaves the fresher catch..."

Aislinn North "Hopefully there are people around here a litt more open minded than that...." she stops herself. "man." from the stress she puts on the word it was clear she had something more colorful in mind. "Miqo'te, you say? Maybe some Keeper tribes?"

Cravendy Hound: “I can’t believe that man!” Cravs hears an echo of herself gently speaking back - but you started it. Undeterred, she shakes her head. “And he ‘as the gall to complain about how the fish stinks, when they’re usin’ literal shite as fertilizer too? Bloody shove it.”

Bertram Windshadow: "Sometimes it's the novelty of the stink that really gets people ..."

Cravendy Hound: “We’re givin’ ‘em the caviar of plantfood, and then ‘e’s askin’ for a discount, for samples,” Cravs grumbles. She sighs. But Lin was right, at least the problem of Heartwood filling up with fish was dealt with.

Aislinn North Nods to Bertram. "Shite, they're used to. Fish, not so much. But once they see the results, they'll stop complaining.

Bertram Windshadow nods his head slowly before lifting a hand and rubbing the back of his neck, "So ... we should look for one of the keeper tribes out in the Shroud?"

Cravendy Hound: “Worth a shot. A lot of ‘em ‘ave been branded as poachers though, so they might be ‘ard to find. Maybe Riylli could ‘elp us get a foot in the door.”

Aislinn North offers up a placating hand. "But think about it this way. You don't have to open that jack-in-the-box of decaying fish now. That joy belongs to him." she looks to Bertram and nods. "I think that's our best bet. Especially if that man's attitude is prevalent around these parts."

Aislinn North "Aye, maybe Riylli could help, if she's willing."

Cravendy Hound smiles smugly at the thought of the man dealing with /the/ wet crate. Hopefully, he wouldn’t return the merchandise, but still. It felt good to be petty.

Cravendy Hound: “That’ll be a once in a lifetime experience for ‘im. Windy, make sure ye run at least a malm away, in case ‘e wants to open it the moment ye deliver it.”

Bertram Windshadow glances over at Aislinn at the mention of pulling in extra help. "Well, I certainly wouldn't turn down someone that's more familiar with them. I can't say I know which would be the best to approach with this sort of offer." Bertram has chosen not to think about the horrifying pandora's box of the sea.

Bertram Windshadow looks at Cravendy at *that* comment. "I'll be ready to run ... don't you worry."

Aislinn North Seeing she had successfully hit the mark with appealing to Cravendy's vengeful side, she turns back to Bertram. "We'll have to move quickly though if we don't want the latest shipment to end up in the ground again." she glances over at Cravendy. "Can you try and track her down? See if she'd help us and soon?"

Cravendy Hound: “I can catch ‘er at the next bar night. Riylli...I don’t know where she lives, actually. She’s the type to drop in and out at ‘er own schedule,” Cravs notes. “Meanwhile, Windy, if ye can find others that might be interested, other Keeper clans or otherwise. I’ve found that when ye ‘ave rules on what ye can and can’t ‘ave, there are always interested parties willin’ to pay premium for illicit goods.”

Aislinn North snorts delicately. If that wasn't the gods honest truth, she didn't know what was.

Cravendy Hound gives the two a hearty thumbs up. A job well done! Well, it was mostly Lin, and 

Bertram keeping the situation from diving nose-down into disaster. But regardless, a job well done.

Bertram Windshadow nods his head firmly, "Yeah, I can do some scouting ..." his gaze drifts in the direction of the chocobo at his side, "And ... I'll keep these crates on ice as best I can."

Aislinn North glances at the crates. "We've got some more ice crystals back in Heartwood's lab. We can fill them up."

Bertram Windshadow reaches up and scratches the neck of the chocobo fondly before looking back to the others, "Compared to selling spoiled fish selling edible fish should be a breeze, right?"

Aislinn North "One would hope." she returns dryly

[dak-legacy]

Tyra’Xiachayl - The Cursed Red Dragon

12

Lady Tyra’Xiachayl.  Child of Ashzu, Red Dragon, and Mistress of Flame.

This was once how Tyra would embellish herself.  A proud and fierce creature, she invoked terror into the hearts of those who angered her, and commanded respect from those fearful of her.  

History

Tyra, and her sister Maya, were born in the isolated Underdark city of Ashzu.  Her family held sway in the court of the city’s ruler, The Greatwyrm Wymar, though not very much.  They were a wealthy noble family of lesser birth.  This didn’t stop Tyra from enjoying the privileges granted to her by her position.  She was the very definition of a spoiled brat.  The only thing bigger than Tyra’s ego was her fear of the surface, and the humanoids who inhabited it.

From an early age Tyra heard stories of the greed and evil that humanoids wrought upon dragon kind.  Hunting them for their wealth, their skin, glory, any reason they could muster to hunt her kind.  Tales of dragons who had left Ashzu often ended in insanity or death on the part of the wyrm, and Tyra bought every sentence of the stories with no questions.  Her fear turned to hatred as she grew older, seeing humanoids as needing to be ruled and kept in line through fear.

Her only tempering came from her sister, Maya’Xiachayl.  

Maya was Tyra’s best friend, and the only one to ever temper Tyra’s anger.  Unlike her sister, Maya was calm and measured in her approach.  She was wise and powerful.  A measured ruler and the perfect inheritor of Tyra’s family line.  Tyra even had hopes that one day Maya would be chosen to succeed Wymar as ruler of Ashzu, seeing Wymar’s own children as too weak to possibly follow such a powerful legacy.  

During her formative years Tyra trained as a squire to another dragon, Lady Vashti.  Vashti was another powerful dragon, much older than Tyra and fiercely strong.  Even in her humanoid form Tyra aspired to be as great as Vashti.

As she grew Tyra became less interested in maintaining her humanoid form, choosing to remain draconic as often as she could.  Her relationship with her family became strained with Tyra taking less interest in court but demanding to still be part of the ruling of the house.  On top of this Maya became distant with her sister, leaving for long periods of time and rarely speaking to her.

One day, when Maya was due to return from a long trip away, Tyra had a rare moment of wisdom.  She saw Maya slipping away from her, not wanting to lose her sister Tyra sought to make amends starting with a small gesture.  She assumed her human form and went to buy a present for her sister upon her return.  Unfortunately when Tyra came home she found that Maya had been murdered, her body had been bought home for the family to grieve over.  Tyra was told that Maya had been murdered by a group of people who infiltrated Ashzu to steal its riches.  With this story Tyra’s anger resurfaced with a vengeance.  

Following Maya’s death, her family refused to seek a resurrection service.  Tyra could not understand why, and for her sister she would do anything.  Tyra stole 25,000 gold pieces worth of items from her personal treasure hoard and made her way to the surface, seeking a powerful cleric to perform the ritual of True Resurrection.  

Tyra found someone very quickly.  In the northern realms near the city of Winterholt she found the Bastion of Sages, home to the Sage of the North, Gilbert and his apprentice Elyse.  Gilbert was indisposed at the time, but his apprentice was more than capable of performing the ritual.  She refused, however.  

Elyse attempted to explain that resurrection is not a simple spell.  It requires divine intervention from the gods of the caster, as well as compliance on the part of the soul who may have found peace in the afterlife.  

Tyra did not want to listen.  Enraged at the defiance of this humanoid she attacked Elyse.  The two fought for a long while, destroying part of the bastion in the process.  Elyse pushed Tyra to her very limits, but eventually Tyra emerged victorious, burning the cleric with her dragon fire.  

Injured and dejected Tyra returned home, only to find her family waiting for her.

Word of Tyra’s crime had spread quickly.  The Sage, Gilbert, now hated all Red Dragons and Ashzu for her crime.  Tyra was dragged before the court of Wymar and her sentence was clear.  Exile.

Her draconic aspects were sealed deep in the depths of her soul by the court wizard and she was banished from her home.  Unable to assume her true form and saddened at further loss Tyra wandered the world, with only her anger to warm her on the cold nights.  

Involvement with the Saintess of Light & the Main Party.

Three years after her banishment Tyra heard rumor that the son of Wymar, Voss was in the desert city of Rhaz receiving tutelage from a humanoid Wymar was friendly with.  Seeing potential in seeking and audience with Wymar she traveled to the city to confront him.

Tyra found herself met with his large retinue, headed by Vystra, brother of Vashti.  She exchanged heated words with the young prince and his enforcer, receiving a slap to the face for her trouble.  Angered by impertinence by someone who was far beneath her in her eyes she stormed off, cursing in draconic.  

Voss warned his tutor, Horatio Atherton, of Tyra.  Explaining that it was because of her that his mother, Wyla’s, resurrection could not be pursued as Gilbert had declared he would not provide such services to them.  While Horatio knew that Wyla was not dead, he could not tell the young boy and took his warning graciously to be wary of Tyra and her hatred of humanoids.  

Meanwhile Tyra wandered Rhaz, realizing quickly that her pockets were becoming empty.  She sought employment and quickly found work for one such as her.  

Tyra met with the Saintess of Light, Aelia Crassi, and her party, after reading a notice about needing help in an upcoming battle.  They consisted of the young Wyther Marche, a gnome named Brooke, a northern dwarf named Fortinbras, and the wizard Horatio Atherton.  

Horatio informed Aelia as to his distrust of Tyra, though they couldn’t be picky about the help that came before them.  Tyra was given a place on their first job, retrieving a staff of power for one of the other Saints to use in a vital battle.  Seeing this as a chance to test this party’s resolve she came along.

The party were teleported to the southern Dolman jungles with the task of retrieving a staff from a temple of Yuan Ti, snake people and worshipers of a demon god.  

Tyra proved herself quickly in battle, assisting in the cutting down of many Yuan Ti, though the party remained distrustful of her, not knowing exactly what it was she had done.  

After successfully retrieving the staff she attempted to recruit the party to help her return to Ashzu and plead her case to Wymar to remove the curse and give her back her power, as well as revive her sister.  However the party shot down her request stating that the upcoming battle was far more important.  

Unbeknownst to Tyra, Horatio had used his connections in Ashzu to already request Wymar’s help for this battle, a request which was granted.  

Tyra followed, reluctantly, to the Golden Isles, a beautiful paradise of an archipelago, where she had been told a demonic incursion had occurred.  She doubted the assessment of the situation until she saw the destruction wrought.  

Through combined forces consisting of multiple powerful Saints, draconic forces from Ashzu, naval support from Rhaz and arcane artillery from the city of Geffen, the party were able to battle their way through the Isles and slay the mastermind behind it.  The Monk of Pale Night, Dontae.  

Upon her return to Rhaz, Tyra sought another resurrection for her sister from the Saintess of Rhaz, Nina.  She was met with the same words Elyse had echoed to her years before.  With her anger quieted and her ears open Tyra listened to them for the first time.  Not only could this ritual possibly fail, but with her actions Tyra may have doomed any chance she had at returning home, and having her sister back.  She realized too that the actions she had taken since Maya’s death would certainly have made her sister saddened and disappointed by them.  

Distraught and alone Tyra pledged herself to Aelia, the Saintess of Light.  She wished to find redemption in the eyes of her sister, and saw a possible way to do that by following someone who might embody Maya’s ideals better than she ever could.

Now Tyra finds herself in the North, fighting against the regime of blood and death in the form of the vampires who have terrorized these realms for generations.  The Saintess traveled there to end the parasitic threat to the North’s people once and for all, and Tyra followed, still seeking actions that might redeem her in Maya’s eyes.  

Mechanics & Stats

Tyra is functionally a human with limited Red Dragon features.  Her class Warlock, with her patron and pact being Hexblade and Pact of the Blade.  

Her patron takes the form of her draconic powers, sealed deep within her but still crying out to be tapped into.  Tyra is able to manifest these powers as a magically bound weapon forged from her draconic essence.  She is also able to muster limited uses of powerful spells and abilities such as Terrifying Presence, and Dragon’s Breath.  

Str: 14

Dex: 14

Con: 20

Int: 10

Wis: 8

Cha: 20

Tyra is trained in the use of both martial and simple weapons, as well as how to effectively use shields in combat.  Her preferred weapon is a segmented longsword, combining the effects of a whip and longsword into an elegant and powerful sword which she feels mimics her tail.  

She is able to speak common and draconic, though her common is broken at times.  She does not enjoy speaking it and much prefers to converse in her native language.  Surprisingly she can also speak Ignan, the language of the fire elemental, which stems from her reverence of flame and that aspect of her.  

[demdalian]

Akira Aelia Rhaz /// From my original work, Excelsior

The "Lost Heir" to the once mighty, now fallen Empire of Rhaldea. Believed to have been killed as a baby in the Siege of the Rhaldean capital. She was captured and raised since she could to walk to be a deadly cybernetic assassin with the powerful ability to travel through time kill her targets without mercy. Although deep down she is reclusive, nervous and awkward she puts up a cocky, playful, and sarcastic front to push away the Blaze Star Commander, Marina Anahid, with whom she had fallen deeply in love with.

[sasha-rochester]

Such a sweet venom that drips from your teeth, a silver tongue all too comfortable in your mouth. The weaving of intrigue and betrayal clings to you and We have rejoiced to watch you work. What more could We offer? What crown could We lay at your feet for the simple pleasure of being nearer you? Come to Us, darling liar. Come to Us and We will give you everything you could desire out of this existence.

“Sounds like a lure to a trap.” Sasha flipped the letter over, her eyes scanning the paper for any hint of the source. Finding nothing, she frowned and set the letter on her desk. “Adelard, contact Cynrid for a meeting tomorrow.”The elezen butler quirked a brow, “…You’re not just dismissing this? It isn’t the first time you receive a letter that sounds like a recruitment for a cult.”“Yes, but those letters usually don’t accuse me of being a venomous liar.”“But you are a venomous liar.”“Alright, but most people don’t know that. These people know something and I need to know how much information about me is out there. I need to know their sources, because frankly, I don’t like feeling watched.”“But you are being watched.”The woman scoffs, “You’re really not helping, Adelard.” She fell silent for a few moments, letting a soft sigh slip through her nostrils before she spoke again, “I need to know who is watching me and what they know. Information can be used against me, I can’t afford that.”Adelard pushed his reading glasses up the bridge of his nose, his gaze distant. “It sounded like they wanted an alliance of sorts-”“But I’m not that naive, and neither are you. That sales pitch is something I, myself have used before. ‘I’ll give you the world,’ ‘I’ll make you a king,’ etcetera, etcetera… Those are the words of empty promises coined by someone who will exploit people’s ambition and pursuit of power to their own benefit. I don’t trust it one bit.”“You’d certainly know.”“Anyway, I need to find the source.”“So… You’re coming to them.” The elezen gently shook his head, a cocky glint in his eyes “Just like they are requesting in that letter.”“I’m not stupid, Adelard. Besides, they included no address or time for a meeting, even if I wanted to come to them, I’d be incapable of doing it.” She folded her arms in front of her chest, leaning back against her desk as she took a deep sigh.There was a silence for a moment, a silence all-too-familiar to the butler as he tilted his head with a knowing smirk, “… But?”“But I’m still curious.”Bingo. Adelard snorted, “It’s either your arrogance or your curiosity. I’m starting a wager with Rhaz about what will kill you first.”“I’ll have Cynrid look into this.” She picked up the letter and neatly tucked it back into the envelope, “If they are truly interested in meeting me but provide no information for this to happen, then the only conclusion I can come to is that they either will provide me with a location in the future or they will come to me.”“Which one appeals to you the most?”“If they know enough information about me, neither. We’ll have to keep an eye out for this. Gods know what those empty promises are hiding, but it probably won’t be pretty.”“Spoken like a true business woman.” Adelard grinned, “I’m almost proud of you.”Sasha rolled her eyes, dismissing his comment with a soft scoff, “Set up a meeting with Cynrid for tomorrow, we have a lot to talk about.”

[vexyvex]

Prompt 5: Matter of fact

The jungle was an interesting place, walking along tall tree branches and roots that made for walkways and bridges over gaps. The canopy was thick and made the atmosphere very humid and dark. As Mjra trailed a hand over the bark of the tree she sat in, she let out a sigh while looking over her village. “And what are you thinking about with such a sound as that, child?” She looked up, her mentor standing over her with arms crossed. “Oh, sorry Malva. I was just—”

“Just thinking about seeing the world away from home. Like you always do when you come up to the canopy.”

Mjra slumped her shoulders, looking down towards her sisters as they went about their day. Some were coming back from hunting, others tending to wounds, some caring for the young, among others. “I just think that it would be fascinating to see! We never hear from the Veena, and with how close some of the outsiders live…. We could—I could learn so much!” She looked up at her mentor, knowing the disapproving gaze she would find there. “Mjra, we have gone over this a dozen times. Your place is here with your sisters. You are a wonderful healer and have saved so many of your family from hunting trips gone wrong. Or do you forget that? What about when you had to tend to Rhaz after she got caught between a Warden and those outsiders who wanted to come in here, hm?” The older Viera shook her head. “You are old enough to be done with these silly fantasies, I commend your desire to learn but I cannot allow them to continue. Go back to your post and see to your sisters returning from their hunts.”

  Mjra’s eyes blinked open, her vision blurry for a few seconds before the book in front of her came into view. It had been almost a decade since she had dreamt of her life in the jungle. “I hope you are all well…” She sat up, stretching before pushing away from the desk and moving to the galley on the airship to get something to eat. The Viera was lost in thought as she nibbled on a biscuit when someone else came into the galley. “Oh, Mjra! I didn’t realize you were still here.” Her ears swiveled at the voice, turning her head with a nod. “As a matter of fact, yes. I have not left save to gather more books to research. The desk in the infirmary is quite comfortable and gives me plenty of space to work while I keep watch over X’chai.”

[airanke]

Okay how about some forsaken children being children- ❃ for Bal and Helsett?

CHILDREN PLS—- butallofmyyesalsoyesyesYES

@whiteincite

Helsett wasn’t always predisposed to more rambunctious behavior, but she was feeling particularly mischievous today.

All the better, because Balsam had looked broody since she’d seen him that morning.

The troupe had just finished up with lunch - or dinner, as some referred to it as - and Helsett was peering around the mouth of the hallway. Balsam was sitting on one of the couches in the main area, looking as tired as can be.

“Helsett, wat’re ya doin’?”

Of course, Shion leaning down to peer over her shoulder nearly yanked her mischievous mood right out of her. She lit up like a Winter’s Veil light, then turned and pressed a finger to the troll’s lips. It didn’t help that he blushed at her touch.

“Shh!! I’m… planning to sneak up on Balsam.”

“Wh– why?” Shion inquired, his voice soft, “ya sure ya wanna’ startle ‘im?”

Helsett huffed, “well, I’m waiting for him to get up, actually. He’s been broody all morning so…”

Shion was silent, then patted Helsett on the head, “’ey! I’ll help ya out. Tell ‘im dat Rhaz needs ‘im in tha kitchen.”

The forsaken hunter grinned, and as Shion stepped out into the main area she skittered behind him, then got onto the floor and crawled under the table. She came out next to Vando, and the death knight quirked a brow at her. Helsett simply held a finger to her lips.

She got to the side of the couch that was adjacent to the one Balsam sat on. The girl peered around it, her tongue pressed to her upper lip, brows furrowed. Shion was clearly talking to him, with the way he was moving his hands. The smallest hint of a smile appeared on Balsam’s lips; but he glanced down, then back up at Shion, and nodded his head.

Shion turned and headed on his way to the kitchen - moments later, Balsam got up. He started following Shion, and Helsett rolled out from behind the couch, jumped to her feet, and sprinted.

She wrapped her arm easily around his neck, being at least a head taller, and planted her other hand on his head.

“Got’cha!” Helsett exclaimed, rapidly moving her hand over his head to muss up his hair. A startled laugh escaped him and he latched onto Helsett’s arm.

“Hey!” he tried to pull her arm away from his neck but to no avail, “Helsett! Stop that!”

“Mmmmmmmm-” the girl lowered her arm to wrap it around his waist, then lowered her other arm, and with him secured between both limbs she easily hefted him up. Thank the Light for her impressive arm strength.

“Helsett!!” Balsam bellowed, laughter in his voice as she spun around with him, “lady!! Put me down!”

“Where are your manners, Balsam! For shame!” Helsett chirped in response, still dancing around the common area with him.

“Put me down, please!!” he finally exclaimed, pushing at her arms, but still laughing.

The hunter relented, setting him on his feet. She grasped him tightly by the shoulders before he could get away, pressing her lips to his roots.

“Cheer up, warlock,” she murmured, then pushed him forward. He looked over his shoulder at her, a smile working its way over his lips as he stepped toward the kitchen where Shion was waiting, leaning in the doorway.

[undonerhapsodize]

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[problemchildzu]

Anything, really. up until that post, i thought they were all babies. Lol

Isla has my eye the most, though.

I could give a run down of them all! They're fun. Now imma preface this with my head canon that, Viera, miqote, hrothgars probably have litters. It's more normal for them and their bodies are capable of handling larger pregnancies cuz...well cuz I wanna head canon that. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Isla is Fenn's oldest (Kyaris has 3 others from a certain Forum member). She's headstrong and would always challenge them growing up. Isla idolized her dad and the warder lifestyle, and she wanted to be that, but no one was sure that was cool because of how isolationist Viera can be. She wasn't born in the woods, so they were sure she would get chased out if she tried. As soon as she could, she traveled to where Fenn was born and met up with her grandpa, who begrudgingly took her on. She ended up thriving in that lifestyle, just really fit her very well. She's a tough nut, and she felt like she had something to prove. She ends up getting pregnant with her first son Erran, then when he's 12, she has her next litter of six. She ends up being exclusive with another warder, but that took over a decade for him to come around to the idea. She didn't push whatever happened. it was cool by her. She has big feelings for him and is happy he stuck around.

Rhaz is the next oldest. He's a bit of a hot head and got into fights with Isla a lot. It was fun for her infuriating for him. He has less confidence but is good at playing off like things dont bother him. He never took to fighting or anything like that but boy he loved to craft. Their family owns a weapons shop where they make a lot of the things there and he started working there young. It was all he wanted to do tbh. That's where he met Pavi and developed a huge major crush in the cute Viera paladin. They end up together and had their first little girl. No one, not even rhaz knew he was pregnant that little girl just showed up and Rhaz freaked out when he gave birth. His husband later brings home a little girl Viera caught in a bad situation and they adopt her. His life is pretty low key. He ends up taking over the shop when the parents retire.

Fey is the child they trust with anything! She was always fiercely independent and reliable. Kept to herself but has a sass streak that can sneak up on you when you're least expecting it. She helped babysit when the youngest was born, she was also the one in charge of her older siblings, which she might lord over them if she was feeling petty that day. She felt in love with a family friends garden and often asked to help out there. From there she started working at the botanists guild and part time in the family shop. She has a partner she discovered by accident in the woods. Merrins story is really fucking sad and it made him really timid and scared so she took him home to help. She wasn't about to leave this poor bun who faited at the slightest thing. Eventually they got super close and had their own babies, I wanna say four? Honestly we lose track sometimes. Fey is not the one who got pregnant, she wanted kids but she never wanted to go through that while Merrin did, so it worked out! They'll probably have more bit we haven't gotten that far.

Myrrh is the sweet baby who can do no wrong ever in pretty much the eyes of the whole family. Right off the bat this kid was a struggle, he was premature and for awhile they were scared he'd just die. He is blind like his dad though his is from a defect while Fenn is blind because of an injury. Him being blind wasn't a big deal really but he had a weaker constitution over all. He was sheltered and coddled for way way too long but when he was 18 he convinced his family he wanted to be independent and they only allowed it cuz he went to live with Fey. She gave him space to be independent butbhave someone in case he needed it. He ends up meeting Rhune (part of the miqo troupe was probably gonna post them tomorrow) and kind fell head over heels for him. Rhune was an adventurer so kind of hand a whirlwind romance before he left. Myrrh ended up pregnant and had a litter, though Rhune came back and they're pretty happy. He had (I think) 3 in his first, then a singleton then another of 5 which nearly kills him so they stop there.

Omg that was more than I expected to write, but I guess if you have other questions, I'm down to answer. They're good kids, and we're always talking about different stuff with them.

[rhazimpulsivelyposts]

Helpdesk: you are amazing thank you

QC Girl: you are amazing thank you

♒️: you have outworked him since day one

Random worker at a job site: I swear you are the only one who ever gets our gates to work properly thank you

Random site manager: just so you know, he put in that camera upside down and told me it was upside down and closed our ticket

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Ticketing System Admin: is anyone else experiencing this issue on the desktop or web versions of our ticketing system

Coworker: I use the web version

Ticketing System Admin: cool thanks, anyone else want to chime in. I need at least one other example of this happening to someone the same level at Rhaz

🤣😭 bruh he totally just skipped over the fact my coworker is the same level as me

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Thank you universe 🥺💕 I needed these pick-me-ups today because my confidence was on the floor after all this stuff has blown up out of nowhere 🙏

[larkr]

of all the wip fics i have for ffxiv, the first one i actually finish is half gore and half rhaz lecturing the ppl trying to k word him

[heartwoodventures]

Primary Access Required: Hopeless Feeling

After hearing the news of her trainee being taken G'lewra didn't take it well, not wanting to wait for someone to come up with a plan the Seeker took matters into her own hands and grab a few members to assist her. She didn't need the group to be too big in fear of being found out so she grabbed those with the right skill set to help her. "Vanriri took Dellont through the Shroud and they were heading back to Coerthas, best we can do is follow tracks to see where they went off to. Hopefully, we can find a hint of some sort that will lead us to Vanriri." Lewra's ears folded against her head as the worry set in for her student, there was that bit of guilt saying she should've gone with.

Altani Misair scanned around letting out a small huff "It’s a well-traveled road, might be hard to find one set of prints...did he say at least when she got taken, or are we in the dark?"

M'shara Rhaz also looks around. "Oh there's some small footprints...wait that's an animal. Nevermind." She shrugs, "I suppose for the first pass we should follow the road and look for anything that really stands out."

"I suppose follow the path that will take us to Coerthas as that's where they were heading, and I'm unsure when it all happened, I'd assume with timing it would be the time it took to get out here from the Heartwood house." Lewra hummed in thought and started to move forward to try and find anything, whether it be footprints or a sign of struggle. "There are times where I wished I had paid more attention to tracking."

"It's really only about paying attention." M’shara pointed out.

"Guessing answers gonna be no, but any of you know Vanriri's shoe size? Or uh...Elezen guys for that matter...or well guessing we could look for those uh...allagan spider things foot prints look like assuming it was them.."

G'lewra stopped in her steps as she tried to guess Vanri's shoe size, holding her hands out in front of her to try and guess the size. She didn't meet the Elezen so she mainly focused on Vanri's information. "About this size?" She turned to the two to show them, it was a guess but luckily she spent enough time with the lalafell to have a decent guess for it.

M'shara raises a brow, "I'll do my best to look for something of that size then. Though it may be hard with how often it rains here."

Even though the path had been walked through many times by now whether it be a patrol walking by or the creatures that lurked within the Shroud, Altani would spot a pair of footprints that were almost cleaned away from rain and just being walked over. The path looks to be heading over the bridge up ahead. "Mmm...have a pair of some older prints here heading towards the bridge, given could be anyone but its something I suppose"

"Let us keep moving then, keep your eyes open for anything that could happen, for all we know what ambushed them is still out there. Hopefully, we're able to find Vanriri then get back without issue." There was a hint of worry to the Scholar’s voice.

"Think the might've spotted em passing by? Might be a new shift though..."

M'shara grips the scabbard of her rapier in her left hand to keep it from bouncing around as she walks. "So do we need to go back or?"

G'lewra Ajra: "The Wailers gave us the reports from what they saw already, I believe we might just waste time if we're given the same answers, apparently the two walked through and everything seemed fine. That was until they heard commotion and only found Dellont."

"So we could surmise that we'll find something up ahead somewhere?" M’shara asked curiously.

Altani nodded "Got it, back to looking at muddy prints then, Oh and didn’t Vanriri wear armor? so the prints would be a little deeper, not much to go on but might help just a bit."

"That's our best bet, we haven't found tracks of those spiders yet and that's what I was looking for most but we haven't spotted anything." G’lewra offered a soft nod. "She wears light armor, so nothing too heavy."

"Maybe deeper than a large nutkin." The Redmage wasn’t wrong.

"Could be he hired some goons or something too, might not want to risk some of his fancy things...but might be hard to find some little holes in the earth, unless he sent a shite ton of em." The Viera pointed out to the group.

"Keep an eye out for every possibility then." Lewra knew she needed to take their time for finding possible tracks but the worry of what state Vanri was in worried her most, or just the fear in general of not finding their lalafell companion. Having to take her glasses off as the rain splattered them, no matter how many times Lewra tried to clean them it just made things worse so into the safety of her pocket they went. "This is what I feared, rain." Her ears flicked to try and rid herself of the droplets of rain that ran down her ears.

M'shara raises a hand, feeling the rain on it, not bothering to look up as it grows heavier. "Well, it is the shroud and you know what they about rain in the shroud."

Altani Misair grumbled lightly "Knew I should've brought a coat or something..."

Ahead of the group, they can spot a small, bedraggled looking form limping along towards them, using a hefty quarterstaff to support her inconsequential weight. Her eyes aren't on the road, however, they're fixed on the guard tower in the distance--indeed she might not have even *seen* those approaching, yet.

G’lewra’s eyes squinted to try and see what was in front of them, a small form with a staff and was limping heavily. It could only be one person, more or so the Lalafell they were looking for. "Vanriri!?" The Seeker called out in hopes to get a callback but even then she didn't wait, bolting forward and kneeling in front of the lalafell Lewra's arms were quick to wrap around Vanri's smaller form. Being gentle in the process but she wanted to make sure her student knew she was safe now.

M'shara watches Lewra go. "Careful, she could be followed." She'd quirk her lips in thought as she stepped after the other seeker.

Altani didn’t even notice the limping Lala till Lewra called out to her, she kept quiet for the moment and simply scanned the area she couldn’t help but smile at the sight though

Vanriri very nearly bonks G'lewra with one end of her quarterstaff out of reflex, though dawning familiarity saves her teacher for the moment. "Lewra--" she sounds equal parts relieved and alarmed, and any words following her name is lost in a muffle as she's hugged. Fortunately, the Lalafell seems to have more or less come away unscathed from her encounter with the allagan spiders that had injured Dellont and absconded with her, her injuries mostly superficial--save the crushed metal of one of the greaves, the likely source for her limp. "I am--I'm alright," she offers, though it was  *quite* obvious she was putting on a strong facade to not worry the others. "...I don't know if I've gotten far enough, I was trying to get to the guard tower, and then--Dellont, did he--?"

M'shara Rhaz keeps a lookout, still gripping the scabbard of her rapier. Her ears twitch as she listens around but also to the conversation, curious.

G'lewra Ajra: "The Adder's have him." Letting go of Vanri the Seeker started to look her student over to see what injuries she has. "What happened?" As the Seeker fret over the injured lalafell the softest sound of something scurrying could be heard, was it the creatures of the forest or something else?

Altani kept focus on her surroundings humming softly as she kept watching "Might wanna get moving sooner...tower might be a good spot" At the sound of the scurrying she slowly reached back ready to draw at the first sight of trouble

M'shara Rhaz ears perked, clutching the scabbard more readily. "I agree with that assessment."

Vanriri shakes her head. "They came out of the woods--" her own ears perk up at the rustling, but she can't be sure it isn't just her nerves. "There were too many for--" she shakes her head. "But not so many it wouldn't have been manageable. A scouting group, maybe."

As M'shara and Altani looked around they would hear the softest thud and when they looked back the Wood Wailers behind them had collapsed to the ground, their bodies twitching as if they were stunned but that wasn't the most horrifying part. Slowly one by one the Allagan spiders started to come out of hiding, some were hanging from the tower while others started to crawl down from the cliffside. It was clear these machines were intelligent enough to form a plan to ambush their prey.

M'shara turns at the thud, drawing her rapier and focus as she spots the spiders. "Lewra, we need to go." She turns her head to spot more scrambling down the cliffside. "Very quickly!"

Altani’s eyes widen at the sight of the Allagan spiders, not waisting a moment she pulled her gunblade with one hand and her goggles down with her other "Well least it’s not raining anymore..." She grumbled taking aim at the tower ready to fire if any spider tried to pounce

G'lewra stood up quickly and placed herself between Vanri and the Crawlers. "We'll need to make an opening for ourselves if we're meant to get out." Grabbing the grimoire off her hip the Seeker prepared herself to cast any spell needed.

Vanriri shifts her grip on her quarterstaff, and it extends--though she's likely in no shape to fight well as a grimace works its way over her face. She shifts her footing to take as much weight off her mangled leg. "Fallgourd is the closest haven--"

M'shara slaps her focus and rapier together and casts verthunder on the spiders coming down the cliffside, she closed her eyes as she focused, hoping to pour enough aether into the spell that it would chain and take out some others too. She opens her eyes, finding the nearest spider, and firing her spell. "Ha!"

The spell smacked into the group of Crawler's close to Shara and it looked like a tiny explosion of spiders after they were hit, those that twitched on the ground unable to move were replaced by more as they moved in. Constantly repeating 'Locked on Targets' as they continued getting closer to the Casters. Even as Altani took out a few of their members with a few rounds from her gunblade they would make a path as if to avoid the Viera, was she not a target? G'lewra turned in every direction to watch the Crawler's as they came closer, if one got too close to her and Vanri the Seeker would send a ball of aether at it that exploded on impact. Ears drawn back and tail fluffed it would be a first for everyone to see the medic in actual combat. "We need to get back to town, keep blasting them away if you can!"

Altani heart was racing as the tide closed in, but as she was passed by she was very baffled, but she'd ask questions another time as she slashed her sword at the spiders nearly losing her sword as it got stuck inside, but she managed to pull it free "C-Can Vanriri make it that far?! She can hold onto me if she's too weak!" She said panic building in her voice.

M'shara backs off slowly as they seem to pour over the cliffside. "I don't think this is a fight we're going to win. We'll have to pick her up and run!" She fires a jolt blindly into the cliffside as she back peddles towards Lewra and Vanriri.

The Lalafell still had some fight left, it seemed, as she crumpled the legs of several spider monstrosities that got too close. This was more than had been sent for her and Dellont by far--her jaw creaks as she clenches her teeth. "I'm not going to argue!" This time, anyway. There were more important things to worry about than her pride.

Even as Lewra shot off another spell it seemed nothing would stop the hoard of Crawler's coming after them, with a quick apology the Seeker scooped up Vanri with as much care as possible as to not irritate the lalafell's wounds. They had Vanri but now the question was how were they getting out of here? "We have to keep trying!" The Seeker looked back towards the town, how many others would be put in danger if they brought the hoard with them? But then Lewra noticed how the Crawlers took no notice to the Viera, and then it dawned on her, Altani wasn't a magic user. "We need to send Altani to town to get help, they're not going to pay her any mind and we'll just have to hold them off until she comes back." As she spoke one of the Crawlers started to crawl up her leg and with a flick of her leg did she bring it back down to smash the thing. "I don't have any other ideas."

"Well whatever it is, it needs to get done quickly," M'shara said. "I think we should also pick a direction and run lest we be swarmed."

The gunblade wielding Viera didn’t enjoy the idea of leaving the group behind even if it was for a few minutes at most "Suppose that’s our best bet! R-Right...uh no dying while I’m away!" She shook her head as she began to run off, constantly looking over her shoulder as she ran.

The Scholar looked around in a panic, where could they go? They were surrounded, even if they tried climbing up anything the swarm would just follow right behind them. What would her loved ones do in this situation? At this point, she wished N'yami had given her one of her bombs to blast the wretched things away. "How big of an explosion can you make, M'shara?"

M'shara backs up further, "Big but is that the right call with us so close to them?"

"I have nothing else to work off of, I can protect us from the blast but we need to get rid of them somehow."

Vanriri was--not exactly a boon in this situation, scooped up as she was. She still had a grip on her quarterstaff, but with hardly the leverage to use it properly. "I've got a little strength left, I can channel my aether to either of you," she says hastily.

M'shara shrugs her shoulders. "Okay, but you better have a direction to run picked out by the time we -live- through this blast." She slaps her focus and sword together again, channeling aether into the focus.

"I have a route planned out." Making sure Vanri was secure the Seeker was prepared to launch herself in the direction for them to take, and once that explosion went off it was loud enough for Altani to hear back in town and when she looked back could see a few of the Crawlers flying into the air. It was a sight for those who had no idea what was going on. But as G'lewra lead her small group into the direction she thought safest they were met with Crawlers larger than the ones before. The glowing orb that was their eye locked onto all three of them, in a panic Lewra quite literally tossed Vanri to Shara in hopes to give them more time to escape. Her arms started to glow from the tattoos etched into her skin with aether and like a cannon shot off balls of aether to keep the Crawlers at bay, but that didn't stop them, a muffled shot was heard and the next thing Lewra was on the ground twitching after being shot with a stunning bullet from a smaller Crawler. Then they locked onto the other two.

M'shara blinked and looked at the Lala in her arms before turning to try and book it towards the town.

"L--Lewra--!!" Vanriri doesn't really get a chance to protest, however, as Shara starts to book it forwards, instead turning her efforts into punting whatever spiders try to crawl after them.

As M'shara ran with Vanri she would hear the Crawler's closing in on her, and the muffled shots were heard again as they shot off stunning bullets to stop the Redmage in her tracks, poor Shara had additional bullets launched into her as she refused to stay down so she could keep fighting, but one could only stop their body from spasming from such shock for so long. With both the Scholar and Redmage down they would have no issue picking off Vanri. 

The lalafell hits the ground hard as Shara goes down, managing a few ineffectual, panicked swipes with her quarterstaff at the tendrils that come for her, before she's plucked up and dragged into the cage--any protests restricted to strained whimpers. Alongside M'shara's focus and blade, and Gl'ewra's glasses and grimoire, Vanriri's quarterstaff would also be found half-extended in the freshly rained-upon ground.

With the threats taken out the larger Crawler's moved forward and crouched down over the Shara and Lewra's bodies to pick them up, securing them within the machines for transport while a third one half the size of the larger one went for Vanri. Its stomach opened and what seemed to be metal tendrils shot forward to grab the already injured lalafell to drag her to her cage within the belly of the beast. The smaller crawlers crawled onto the larger ones for transport and started making their way back to Coerthas, on the ground Altani would find G'lewra's glasses that had been shattered in the process along with her Grimoire. 

 All Altani and the Wood Wailers could do was watch in horror as the three were taken right in front of them. Taking out her gunblade she took aim at the spider that had taken them but after a second she lowered her aim knowing that she'd more then likely end up hurting or even killing one of them if she took the shot, though upon spotting the items left behind the Viera crouched down next to them with a thud and a shaky hand reached out to grab the items left behind.

How was she going to tell those of Heartwood that three of their comrades were taken? 

[rhazimpulsivelyposts]

“Me and a few of our users think you are slow, but it doesn’t matter what I think”

Oh now you think I’m slow? You had no comments or questions this whole year ? Never bring anything up to me before about me being slow but oh yeah now they talked to you about your work performance now all the sudden I’m slow and users are complaining “but it’s not about what we think “

Yeah the fck it is?! If the person I’m sharing my region with and users in my region think I’m not doing a good job, I’d like to fcking know about it and know what I need to work on , but not like this. Not by you taking jobs from my and delaying me from finishing other jobs just to turn around and go “see she’s not closing tickets”

Btch you are part of the reason I’m not closing tickets 0.o but oh noooo you are doing so well now working your 12 hour days, so “look …look it’s actually Rhaz who is bringing our region down not me”

When did this become a stupid pissing contest? When did I signup to have sht talked about me behind my back and only told to me once someone else was told they needed to step it up?

Nah I see you . I lost my respect for you old man.