[Ala Mhigan. Shitlord at large. Probably drunk in a city, hiding in the weirdest corner of a map, trying and failing to use a sword, EXPLORINGGGGG (tm), doing 15 quests at once, punching a Garlean, or standing in the bad PLEASE DON'T YELL AT HER HEALER-CHAN SHE HAS STACKS TO MANTAIN!!!
Felih is nothing if not ridiculously playful in his downtime, which is why the Miqo'te decides to be particularly mischievous when he spots a woman hiding in a rather odd portion of the area. He's not sure why she's crouching and hiding here- it certainly seems an odd place to be, and he's not really sure himself if he's missed something he should perhaps be wary of.
Still, he crouches down, quiet and carefully moving up behind her where she crouches, like a cat about to pounce and spook a playmate- and then suddenly whispers without announcement: "So, why are we hiding?"
Castor all but jumps fifteen fulms straight up at the sound of Felih's query, and whips around to glare at him not unlike an angry cat.
"Fury's tits, warn a girl," Castor hisses, starting to put herself back together somewhat. "And if you must know, I was exploring and got tired. Is it so wrong to desire a rest while the sun yet shines?"
Castor exhales sharply, letting the adrenaline sour and sitting back down with something of a huff. "Why are you searching?"
Felih Tia is a little shit, if nothing else. He grins at her, only looking a little sorry, and chirps, "No, but seeing someone hiding makes you wonder if you should be hiding too, right?" With that, he settles down and sits, before stretching idly and considering her question.
"Why am I out here? Oh, I'm just trying to find some herbs I need for a recipe. They're fantastic, but hard to come by, considering they grow in the middle of Twelves-damned nowhere surrounded by killer megafauna," he explains, tail wiggling. Still, at least judging by the satchel weighing heavily at his hip, he's found plenty of it.
It had been a while since Q'uila had worked with a Monk who wasn't Lyse, but, as the Garlean machine trained it's missile target on the both of them, she couldn't help but let out a laugh as neither of them moved out of the way.
It was always good to work with a fighter who also understood the importance of maintaining chains and correct positions when fighting, even if it did make the healer shit themselves.
"Stacks or death." She quipped, only partially serious.
A bark of laughter accompanied a final flurry of kicks as Castor backed away minutely. She was still well within the blast range of the war machine and though she could hear the exasperated screams of their friends schooled in White Magicks, she made no effort to move further.
Instead, she locks eyes with Q'uila and grins further as she collects Chakra into her fist and slams it into the ground. Within a heartbeat, the earth replies and aether bursts from around Castor just as the missile detonates.
As the heat rolls away, Castor dives back into the fray, her movements taking her to Q'uila's side at last.
"I'm not shabby!" She laughs, "I don't think the healers are doing enough damage though."
Q'uila twirls her lance, using the momentum to lunge forward and leave a large gash in the metal of the machine's leg. With the hit Q'uila could feel a burst of aether from the Eye. "Hold still a second."
The blue aetherical dragons rotating around Q'uila bleed red, one of them shooting off and twining around Castor. "Hit it now!"
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what a beautiful introduction I love her already
Still, he crouches down, quiet and carefully moving up behind her where she crouches, like a cat about to pounce and spook a playmate- and then suddenly whispers without announcement: "So, why are we hiding?"
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"Fury's tits, warn a girl," Castor hisses, starting to put herself back together somewhat. "And if you must know, I was exploring and got tired. Is it so wrong to desire a rest while the sun yet shines?"
Castor exhales sharply, letting the adrenaline sour and sitting back down with something of a huff. "Why are you searching?"
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"Why am I out here? Oh, I'm just trying to find some herbs I need for a recipe. They're fantastic, but hard to come by, considering they grow in the middle of Twelves-damned nowhere surrounded by killer megafauna," he explains, tail wiggling. Still, at least judging by the satchel weighing heavily at his hip, he's found plenty of it.
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It was always good to work with a fighter who also understood the importance of maintaining chains and correct positions when fighting, even if it did make the healer shit themselves.
"Stacks or death." She quipped, only partially serious.
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Instead, she locks eyes with Q'uila and grins further as she collects Chakra into her fist and slams it into the ground. Within a heartbeat, the earth replies and aether bursts from around Castor just as the missile detonates.
As the heat rolls away, Castor dives back into the fray, her movements taking her to Q'uila's side at last.
"Holding up?"
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Q'uila twirls her lance, using the momentum to lunge forward and leave a large gash in the metal of the machine's leg. With the hit Q'uila could feel a burst of aether from the Eye. "Hold still a second."
The blue aetherical dragons rotating around Q'uila bleed red, one of them shooting off and twining around Castor. "Hit it now!"