let's delay our misery
Yes, folks, it's time for that staple of staples: the hot springs meme! Your character is now joining someone else for a dip in the hot springs (or just passing by, if you're really dead sure they're not going to strap out of their spiky armor).
Is this the Bokaisen in Kugane? The natural springs in icy northern Twinpools? Some hidden, bubbly corner of Gyr Abania, maybe? Or familiar Camp Bronze Lake? You've got a lot of options! It can also just, you know, be nowhere in particular.
Why are they in the springs? Who knows! It's meme logic, my friends.
A note: this meme is intended as a gen meme, though if you'd like to play it as a variant of the matchmaking smut springs meme that's frequently posted on Bakerstreet, you're very welcome to do so!
Solus zos Galvus ♤ OTA ♤ Spoiler Friendly
i'm so sorry
Unfortunately, she's far more interested in pointing out the obvious and seeing what nonsense it entails. Call it morbid curiosity.]
What are you doing on the women's side.
never ever apologize--
Oh? You have men and women's sides? That's quaint..
[ because he simply had not been looking for any gender determining signs, that was simply something that humans looked for with their sense of modesty--]
You have absolutely nothing to fear--- of that I vow
[ he said as he lifted the cup to his lips to take another sip, clearly he would not be budging ]
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He has been losing clothes in threads-- got to staple them on now
in before strip poker lol
Re: in before strip poker lol
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sorry this took so long! work got busy
oh no worries!
Re: oh no worries!
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aster arkwright ✦ warrior of light
francel de haillenarte; ishgardian noble
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The bird that made them, outfitted in Ishgard's colors, is tied up to a tree branch, pecking at the snow. A row of boulders partially blocks the view of the spring from the path.
There's an illustrious and distinctive set of armor atop one of them.
Ser Aymeric de Borel is near the center of the steaming spring, arms crossed over a mostly-submerged rock, head pillowed on the back of one hand, eyes closed. ]
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he does not himself arrive on the back of a chocobo. the hidden spring in central coerthas is near enough to his home that he can make the trip on foot, aided by a convenient path through the mountains which (queerly enough) only he and the local chinchillas seem to frequent. but francel sees aymeric's chocobo when he arrives, of course, and he frowns. perhaps it is only one of the local knight-captains, he thinks. perhaps lord drillemont... or else lord emmanellain...
he doesn't — really thinking about it — he doesn't really want to see either drillemont or emmanellain bathing in the nude, but it seems strange to turn around without at least ascertaining who has come to bathe in the spring ahead of him. gaze lowered, francel makes his way up the path, walks around the boulders, past the ornate armor without seeing it. he thinks — he doesn't know what to think. he thinks perhaps it could be haurchefant, if only that were not impossible. he knows that is impossible.
francel expects to see a dead man before he expects to see ser aymeric in the hot spring.
his steps come to a halt; his breath catches in his throat. he is at war with himself. shoulders tensed, francel half-turns to leave, half-catches himself on a nearby boulder as though it might anchor him.]
I — oh. Pray excuse me, I...
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cw: self-harm
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alisaie leveilleur / sassy sword lesbian
if this isn't the best transition from the other thread idk what is
These springs are worth the chill I'll feel teleporting to the Crystarium.
[Her words are slurred more heavily than ever, as if she cannot be bothered with proper speech.]
I'll be wanting that bed as soon as I've clean clothes on again after this.
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now it is exquisite. the heat of the spring soaks deep into her sore bones and aching muscles, and alisaie is flung bonelessly against the slick stone, her head thrown back and her eyes shut, the faint starry light of night washing over her face. what a feeling. she has been here only a year in comparison with her fellow scions, but even a single year without the cool, quiet comfort of night had been.. trying. to be able to shut her eyes and not feel the everpresent sting of light through her closed eyelids is a joy and relief that she has not the poet's soul to put words to.
there is work still ahead of them. another lightwarden, and whatever meets them beyond that, but for now.. she chuckles, low and rough. ]
Aye.
[ she murmurs, without moving even an ilm. ]
Though I would not object to sleeping right here, as I am..
[ alisaie has the heart of a fish, she won't prune!! ]
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Zenos yae Galvus | OTA | Spoilers Are Just Fine
NPCs, OCs, everyone is welcome!]
just two bros chillin in the hot spring five fulms apart cuz they're not gay
Haha.
Aaaaahahaha.
That hulking man in the far pool looks just like Zenos yae Galvus. And while he is the Viceroy of Ala Mhigo and undoubtedly is somewhere in Gyr Abania, surely he would not be in this hidden little oasis in the Peaks, accessible only by flying, and only by word of the natives. How would he know? Why? When?
Six is, obviously, hallucinating.
That is how he convinces himself to just walk...right...past...the horrifying illusion and plop down on the far side of the spring. ]
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And words do not come. And so he furrows his brow. Then frowns. Is he perhaps imagining that his oh-so-fascinating rival has suddenly walked on past and settled himself in? No, no, this cannot be a delusion, and this does not have the bracing sharpness that comes with his newly-gifted Echo. So then... what precisely is happening here?]
Have you nothing to say?
[His lip curls, expression contemptuous... but he does not move so much as an ilm. He will strike when he is certain. No sooner than that.]
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CW: hang dong
That's the best CW I've ever seen
i try my best
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CW: Literal Fightboner
put that thing back where it came from or so help me
So help me!
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the bunwol insists this is why she can't have nice things
She'd just relaxed enough to properly enjoy the water, half a-doze and on the verge of happily bruxing from the feel of the water when a chill raced up her spine and had her eyes snapping open and her ears perking as the urge to lunge out of the water was almost overwhelming before her mind could piece together the why.
She almost, almost, lets the groan of dismay slip free as she sinks deeper into the water, all sense of ease and relaxation evaporating in an instant.
Of course the one day she manages to slip away from everyone, totally unfettered by chores or the beseeching pleas of others, she would stumble upon the only hot springs in malms that Zenos would deign to attend. Her luck, as always, worked against her.
After all, who else could be so impossibly tall, with impeccable hair, stunningly handsome all the while radiating a murderous intent that simmered just beneath the surface. Really, she was entirely too tired for this today.]
Such mean things you do to her
Would she want such a look? She is welcome to try. He sits there, up to mid-chest in the water, looking sleepy-eyed and self-satisfied.]
You have the strangest way of appearing in unexpected places, Warrior of Light...
[He sounds not the least bit unhappy about her sudden appearance in this place. Surely this was fated. Surely this was meant to be.]
I have done worse things just not posted them if that helps???
perhaps, perhaps
i mean /mumbles something about lightwarded wol aus
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this cannot possibly end badly
[Lyse came to the hot springs to relax, even if she was initially forced into it. But when she goes to find a spot, an eerily familiar profile in the water stops her cold.
For a second, she looks like she's seen a ghost, which in fairness isn't far removed from the truth. But just as quickly, her shock resolves to anger. It's not Zenos - of course it's not. Zenos is dead. This is just his corpse being worn like an ugly suit by an Ascian.
Which, arguably, makes his smug face even more punchable.
She doesn't greet him - he's surely noticed her, and her clenching fists will be greeting enough. Granted, she knows attacking him outright would probably be suicide, but it's very clearly what she wants to do.]
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Sidurgu Orl | Edgy Abyssal Dad(?) | OTA
RIP Sid, we knew him well...
There was clearly only one thing to do in this situation.
Sid will hear quiet footsteps padding their way across the stones, followed by the soft splash of someone else easing into the water on the opposite side of the (rather small) spring.
Enter one (1) towel-clad female Warrior of Light... on the men's side of the springs, looking not at all bothered about this particular state of affairs.]
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lukhet'a "luka" yhosi | idiot weeb catboi and not a wol
Castor Westmoore | WoL who's head hurts from ruminating on the end of ShB.
Crystal Exarch >> that one grandpa that has sweets in his pockets
brackets are fine too if you prefer that.
Hoju was not in the habit of taking time for himself, but unfortunately for his obstinate and unreasonable selflessness, his friends had picked up on that fact. And, thus, they insisted on the roegadyn scholar actually taking a break for once.
Norvrandt was as safe as it could be, for now, so he could go before aught else happened that called his attention away. Admittedly, having fought and fought and fought, seemingly endlessly for- well, quite a while, Hoju has various aches that could use soothing.
Finally settled in the hot spring, a chilled bottle of wine floating on a round wooden platter close by, Hoju must admit... this is not unpleasant- even if he gets the feeling he should be doing something.
Three weeks later after more stupid. I apologize
No worries! ♥
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Hraesvelgr | OTA | fully dragon or trapped in mortal form
Lyse Hext | abs of steel | no SHB spoilers please!
I'll get around to finishing the MSQ there at some point, I swearAnyway! Downtime is something of a luxury of late - Lyse only ended up here because M'naago physically wouldn't let her into the command tent until she got some proper rest. So, to the hot springs with her! Like a good soldier.
She comes out in a white two-piece, but before heading into the water she's going to stretch her muscles as if for a workout. Let the heat really soak in there, y'know?]
k'pandolu/sapphire | wol | ota