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valoirs
valoirs[ ooc: this could be entertaining-- I don't know, I don't think he'd get in the hot springs though, more like ridicule at the people who are IN the hot springs-- bonus points to the person who can get him out of his clothes, you will win an award ]
Edited 2019-07-25 18:09 (UTC)
[Fortunately, Irhya is not the sort who is inclined to squeal and throw wash basins or other deadly weapons at intruders in the bath.
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.
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.
[ shb spoilers compliant, npcs and ocs welcome, come at me!! ]
[ funny thing was that he wasn't precisely in the springs, more like outside of it, leaning against a rock and enjoying a nice cup of tea. ]
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 ]
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 ]
[What? A good soak in a hot spring is just the thing after a long day of oppressing minor nations and/or stalking dear friends.
NPCs, OCs, everyone is welcome!]
NPCs, OCs, everyone is welcome!]
if this isn't the best transition from the other thread idk what is
heart_of_the_wood
2019-07-26 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
[She leaned back against the side of the spring with a sigh, ears laid out across the stone and her unruly mane somehow wrangled into a messy knot atop her head. Amazing how much a difference a good scrub could do, and with no one in sight save for people she trusted with her life, Mykha slumped like the dead, sprawling like she'd been de-boned, save for the pleased chrrrrr-rrrr-rrr of her grinding her teeth.]
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.
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.
...Right.
[This following-them-around thing may be going a bit too far now. Her head lolls in his general direction, though she doesn't seem interested in getting up and shooing him away.]
Like I'm gonna be able to relax with someone to commentate on everything. Are you just bored or something?
[This following-them-around thing may be going a bit too far now. Her head lolls in his general direction, though she doesn't seem interested in getting up and shooing him away.]
Like I'm gonna be able to relax with someone to commentate on everything. Are you just bored or something?
[ he was always bored in some way shape or form.. more often it came through in his eyes, hooded and that slight frown to his mouth though at the very least the Scions and WoL provided him with enough amusement. At this point rhough he had no one to bother and that was truly a terrible thing and hence why he was here ]
Well the more I rile someone up, the less bored I become-- though I would so hate to ruin your expectations of me..
[ which was to be where he wasn't needed at just the wrong time ]
But I shall turn my back, though I assure you, you do not have anything I haven't seen before, in the ages I've walked the Shards.
Well the more I rile someone up, the less bored I become-- though I would so hate to ruin your expectations of me..
[ which was to be where he wasn't needed at just the wrong time ]
But I shall turn my back, though I assure you, you do not have anything I haven't seen before, in the ages I've walked the Shards.
Edited 2019-07-26 15:29 (UTC)
[ ...
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. ]
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. ]
Edited 2019-07-26 15:55 (UTC)
the bunwol insists this is why she can't have nice things
heart_of_the_wood
2019-07-26 04:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[She'd finally had a moment to relax. No one ever really stopped to ask her if she was tired save for a handful of people, and fewer still gave her the option when every moment the world seemed a breath away from coming apart at the seams.
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.]
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.]
Edited 2019-07-26 16:19 (UTC)
I'm sure. I don't really care all that much about it, though...
[For precisely that reason, too. If anything, she's just eying him strangely, not with suspicion so much as just confusion.]
If you're so bored, perhaps it's worth giving the silly mortal traditions a try. I doubt your method of relieving stress is that much more interesting, anyway.
[For precisely that reason, too. If anything, she's just eying him strangely, not with suspicion so much as just confusion.]
If you're so bored, perhaps it's worth giving the silly mortal traditions a try. I doubt your method of relieving stress is that much more interesting, anyway.
[ Silly mortal traditions, he surveyed the springs that were spread out, tendrils of steam rising up against them, his winged brows raising slightly and then chuckled almost sardonically ]
Oh, I don't know, bedeviling your Scion friends hath thus far afforded me infinite levels of amusement-- I cannot think of what much more entertainment these hot springs can possibly afford.
[ which was Emet-Selch speak for, "I am a like a cat, I don't do water-- I shall hiss" ]
Oh, I don't know, bedeviling your Scion friends hath thus far afforded me infinite levels of amusement-- I cannot think of what much more entertainment these hot springs can possibly afford.
[ which was Emet-Selch speak for, "I am a like a cat, I don't do water-- I shall hiss" ]
You don't think it'd be even marginally amusing to watch the fireworks if someone caught the two of us in here? And I thought you enjoyed goading people.
[Irhya smirks, even knowing how thick the irony of that is coming from her. More likely, she's just testing to see how hard she can needle him before dignity or rationality get in the way.]
...Well, perhaps it'd depend on who it was, but I can think of a few who would try to throttle you on the spot. And at least one who is more like to have a nosebleed before anything else.
[Irhya smirks, even knowing how thick the irony of that is coming from her. More likely, she's just testing to see how hard she can needle him before dignity or rationality get in the way.]
...Well, perhaps it'd depend on who it was, but I can think of a few who would try to throttle you on the spot. And at least one who is more like to have a nosebleed before anything else.
He has been losing clothes in threads-- got to staple them on now
sadlonelyspires
2019-07-27 09:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ funny was thar Emet-Selch was not born yesterday and he could see thar Irhya had something planned should he start removing clothing from his person-- and as much as he thought that the hot springs could be entertaining and oh how he did adore being entertained, the clothing would stay on-- for now. ]
Funny that I did not take you for someone who blithly tossed chances into the chaos blender-- colour me suitably surprised, Warrior of Light.
[ Was that a spot of an admiration in his voice.. one could likely not tell over the sound of the waters trickling down rock walls and into the stone pool ]
Funny that I did not take you for someone who blithly tossed chances into the chaos blender-- colour me suitably surprised, Warrior of Light.
[ Was that a spot of an admiration in his voice.. one could likely not tell over the sound of the waters trickling down rock walls and into the stone pool ]
Edited 2019-07-27 09:37 (UTC)
Castor Westmoore | WoL who's head hurts from ruminating on the end of ShB.
littlemhigan
2019-07-27 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ I promise she has a bathing suit on. This time.]
[ The hot spring in the Coerthas highlands was, until recently, an excellent place to earn the ignominy of an untimely death, caught unawares by a dragon while bathing — but with the peace accord, anyone brave enough to wave a dagger at a wolf might find the spring pleasantly empty. It may not be for long, owing to its proximity to the trade road to Gridania, but on this day, the path through the snowy woods only bears a single set of chocobo tracks.
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. ]
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. ]
Edited 2019-07-27 20:30 (UTC)
[francel is too weary and hard-hearted now to believe in anything so beautiful as healing waters. he does not believe, either, that a warm bath will cure him of all his ills. nevertheless, he journeys to the hot spring on chirurgeon's orders, primarily because he has nothing better to do. the alternative would be to sit at his desk in his cabin, where his vision might swim over bombastic reports from his knights, or perhaps the enchiridion, which has now lost all meaning.
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...
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...
That's a way to describe it. What can I say?
[A very expansive shrug. He'd have a field day picking on some of the other reckless things she's done in the past if he knew, surely.]
Suit yourself, though. As you said, I've nothing you have never seen before, so I'm not sure what's so interesting about this. Unless you were hoping to get an adverse reaction?
[A very expansive shrug. He'd have a field day picking on some of the other reckless things she's done in the past if he knew, surely.]
Suit yourself, though. As you said, I've nothing you have never seen before, so I'm not sure what's so interesting about this. Unless you were hoping to get an adverse reaction?
[ Aymeric lifts his head, instantly roused. ]
Not at all; come in. Were I determined to avoid company, I would have remained in Ishgard.
[ He pauses, propping himself up on his forearms, squinting through the steam. ]
Lord Francel? [ A mild, friendly humor enters his voice: ] I might certainly go, if you like. I've no intention of chasing you away from your own family's holdings, or near enough.
Not at all; come in. Were I determined to avoid company, I would have remained in Ishgard.
[ He pauses, propping himself up on his forearms, squinting through the steam. ]
Lord Francel? [ A mild, friendly humor enters his voice: ] I might certainly go, if you like. I've no intention of chasing you away from your own family's holdings, or near enough.
...House Haillenarte has no claim upon Dragonhead. We hold only Skyfire Locks and the farmlands surrounding.
[that still stings, even five years later, but francel tries not to think about it as he wrestles with the unreasonable desire to run. he can't excuse himself — aymeric has given him explicit permission to stay — but this is, really, the last thing he needs right now, and he feels nervous in a sick way, pulse fluttering up to his throat, leaving him dizzy with self-hatred.]
...Indeed I am oft referred to as Lord Francel. Well met, Ser Aymeric. This is... admittedly, not how I envisioned our paths might cross.
[he sounds somehow defeated as he lowers his gaze to his shoes and murmurs:]
I am sorry to disturb you in repose.
[that still stings, even five years later, but francel tries not to think about it as he wrestles with the unreasonable desire to run. he can't excuse himself — aymeric has given him explicit permission to stay — but this is, really, the last thing he needs right now, and he feels nervous in a sick way, pulse fluttering up to his throat, leaving him dizzy with self-hatred.]
...Indeed I am oft referred to as Lord Francel. Well met, Ser Aymeric. This is... admittedly, not how I envisioned our paths might cross.
[he sounds somehow defeated as he lowers his gaze to his shoes and murmurs:]
I am sorry to disturb you in repose.
[ he thrived on unpredictability and chaos while thus far sticking to a plan, it was a strange dictomony that he represented; adverse or favorable reaction-- the jury was out as he was a by nature reactive, and mixed with other personalities, it was the proverbial crap shoot though he by no means was not a gambling ascian ]
Anything can be made interesting in but a mere shadow of a second--
[ though to be at the moment helpful, he conjures up another cup of tea which appears on the table beside Irhya, call it an effort, as funny and as trite as that isn how delightful, yhry can have a heart warming bonding moment ]
Anything can be made interesting in but a mere shadow of a second--
[ though to be at the moment helpful, he conjures up another cup of tea which appears on the table beside Irhya, call it an effort, as funny and as trite as that isn how delightful, yhry can have a heart warming bonding moment ]
Edited 2019-07-28 12:30 (UTC)
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