#thats teledji adeledji

[rhalgrs]

[voidsentprinces]

Hildibrand: You know when a body part falls asleep and its feels like said body part is being punctured by a thousand miniature needles in quick succession?

Thancred: Acutely aware.

Hildibrand: I feel that in my eye balls when I am staring directly at the Thirteenth Shard. It is actually quite distressing.

Trachtoum: Where are those jagged rascals taking the Heavens' Ward again?

Minfilia: Ever heard of the Supreme Overlord of the Thirteen Shard?

Trachtoum: Pfft...no. Why would we have?

Minfilia: Good point.

Thancred: Welll...the...Weird Triumvirate, as we are now calling them, are going to meet up with a--Supreme Overlord Amon. In the upper reaches of the city. Or...well...I say city, but the Thirteenth looks more like a haphazardly thrown together group of buildings floating towards an anti-gravitational void sun.

Godbert: Correction. Emet-Selch and the Traveler are not to meet this Amon. Only walking Monetarist Stereotype, Teledji Adeledji will.

Thancred: Odd, if you ask me.

Hildibrand: Teledji Adadadfledgy? THE MONETARIST!?

Thancred: More like passive aggressive seat judge. With emphasis on the seat.

Hildibrand: Why would this Allagan Wizard reserve a meeting with a man wearing a potato sack. When he has an actual Warrior of Light there to deal with?

Trachtoum: They are Allagan, Manderville. Naturally they would assume, the Warrior of Light is folly!

Minfilia: Do not underestimate, the Supreme Overlord, Tiduslayer, he is definitely aware Teledji is no more.

Thancred: Wait...Te-Te-Tposetomarkdominace is dead?

Minfilia: Not as much as dead as overidden.

Trachtoum: Who is riding him?

Minfilia: *facepalm*

Godbert: No one, he is riding the throne.

Trachtoum: OooOoOoOh thats how he CONTROLS the throne. Ahh! That makes sense and is BLINDINGLY REVOLTING!

Minfilia: You know what? You ale addled mind could never grasp, my explanation as anything more than a bawdy double entendre. So there is barely a point in trying to describe to you, my newfangled bond with Hydaelyn and her reach to Teledji.

Trachtoum: ....You are ENTIRELY correct in that assessment.

Drest: MY BRAIN!

Trachtoum: WHAT!? Wha-What is this Dalm--

Drest: *smacks Trachtoum* I CAN SENSE HIM! THE LOUD ONE! He returns to the fooooolld.

Minfilia: About damn time.

Thancred: Ohohohoho...the Ascian returns.

Minfilia: I summon PROHIBITION HAMMER!

Thancred: Theprohibitioneverexpandeddeman--FUCK!

Minfilia: *rage dolls Thancred across the room with said hammer*

Lahabrea: ORACLE!

Minfilia: Speaker.

Godbert: BROTHER!

Lahabrea: Brother?

Thancred: DEAD MAN!

Lahabrea: What?

Minfilia: Curtailment. *slams Thancred into the ground with the hammer*

[aethercurrent]

deepweb hitman lore: hes teledji adeledji

thats it

there is no lore. only seething hatred.

run

[voidsentprinces]

FFXIV but its Harley Quinn (The Series)

Teledji Adeledji: GENTLEMEN! My fellow Monetarists. Let us raise a glass! To this PYRAMID OF GIL! The foundation of which was built upon our favorite past time. FUCKING THE POOR!

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Ran'jit: Where is the Oracle?

Warrior of Light: I'm never giving up my knife daughter!

Vauthry: Why are you protecting a being who will only cause you pain and woe?

Warrior of Light: Asks the guy who eats Sineater flesh.

Ran'jit: He doesn't do that.

Warrior of Light: Don't worry, when me and Raha are married we'll take a cruise to Doma with our knife daughter or maybe a resort thats all inclusive.

Ran'jit: HMPH! They say its all inclusive but, that's bullshit! They charge you for towels, the soap!

Vauthry: RAN'JIT!

Ran'jit: The top shelf liquor!

Vauthry: GENERAL!

Ran'jit: I know! I know!

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Y'shtola: Ehhh...Ascian how long as the Warrior been on the First?

Emet-Selch: Eh, I'd say a week...maybe two.

Livia: Oh right, you know how long a savage has been in another world. But you never make time for your grandson the EMPEROR!

Emet-Selch: Oh for the love of...once again, years pass by like seconds for us Ascians. I cannot be held accountable for such triviality.

Varis zos Galvus: It is fine, grandfather. We all do our best for the Empire. I brought you this, Black Rose Weapon!

Gaius: HE'S GOT A DEADLY GAS!

Nero: MINE! *tackles the Emperor*

Estinien: The Garleans should be kept away from any more technology. No wonder your grandfather doesn't spend time with you.

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Warrior of Light: How about this, if I kill Titania in the next hour. Can we still have date night? I bought a new Spoony Bard movie, I was thinking we could watch.

G'raha: I do like my Spoony Bard. Alright, kill them! But, it's Legally Bard or I'm out.

Warrior of Light: It's Sweet Home Ala Mhigo.

G'raha: This. Day. SUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKS!

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Y'shtola: Hey, just seeing if you needed help. But, you seem good. Love the new class outfit. Going to go pick up some Thavairian Food. Linkshell me what you want?

Warrior of Light: No, wait. I'll have a green popoto curry!

Y'shtola: Yeah but I said...just...Just linkshell it to me alright?

Warrior of Light: But you're right here.

Y'shtola: Yeah, but then I'm not going to remember it and then you won't LIKE what I get you and then you'll going to want some of mine.

Warrior of Light: PFFFT FUCKING FINE!

Y'shtola: JUST! Fucking linkshell me!