HELP NEEDED: HOME FOR A LARGE SCORE OF PLANTS. NO TIPS NEEDED, JUST GIVE THEM A GOOD HOME.
(And please don’t listen to them for the first three days.)
Hi, I’m booboo the fool and I impulse-crafted way too many plants for anyone’s good. Over the last weekend, I’ve been outside the Quicksand distributing them, but my inventory is far from empty. The following is the amount of plants I have left:
I will be outside the Quicksand again this weekend on Saturday, 10th November from 6-6:30pm EST. Interested parties may trade with me (in-game as A’sraha Sallit) at the location below: (Ul’dah, Steps of Nald, X: 11.6, Y: 8.7.)
But A’sraha, wouldn’t it be easier for you to just sell them off?
oocly; I want my inventory space back.
oocly; It feels better than selling, and frees up space faster!
icly; They keep chanting Richard II, Act 1 Scene 1. They will stop when they’re rehoused and can focus on something else.
W-what do you mean, listen?
RP Only, optional: If your character is a Hearer or possesses and affinity to the voices of the elementals, they may hear the plants chanting odd tales of rebellion. Riveting and rousing they may be, but a girl hauling several pots of flowers that speak in a disembodied, yet unified voice is an odd sight to behold.
Matron’s tits, what do they say?
Multiple, disembodied voices all boom at the same time:
‘Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York; And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried. Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths; Our bruised arms hung up for monuments; Our stern alarums chang’d to merry meetings, Our dreadful marches to delightful measu–’
Do I really have to RP for one (or five) pots of plants?
No! You may take the thing and leave as you will. This is just an option for people who want to chat ICly. Please note that while I will still reply to banter if it’s given, I might be preoccupied with others at this time, and will focus primarily on giving the plants away.
Do I have to tip?
Only if you’d like! It’s not a requirement. Just for the love of all that’s holy, please get these off my hands, thanks. Help me, I beg of you.
Can’t I send you a friend request and you mail me the plants?
Adeya finds miqo’te who play up the whole cat thing really irritating. She thinks it adds to the stereotypes that people have about them and considers herself above that. Despite the fact that her own relationship with Keeper culture is complicated…
Adeya frowns slightly as she looks around the room. It felt like moons since she had been in here: in fact, it had been moons. In some ways her office looked exactly the same as it had before her capture. Before everything else had changed. In others…
Her nose wrinkles as she runs a finger along the surface of her old desk, leaving a trail in the thick layer of dust that had gathered. She would have to thank whomever had remembered to feed her fish… and then scold them for letting things get into such a state.
Though then again, she thinks as she turns towards the books. They were on a variety of topics, but magic was easily the most dominant topic. Some of them she had even written herself. And then there was her collection of relics from Nym and delicate alchemical equipment and…
“No, definitely not,” she states quietly. The little hoarhound that had been hovering at her feet tilts his head as he looks curiously up at her. The enchanted book, meanwhile, continues to ignore her as it wanders around the room.
“It’s all right Lumi,” she murmurs to comfort the former. “Come on. If Solenne carries out her plan, we’re going to need a place to work. Though mayhaps…” Her voice trails off as she looks around the room once more, though this time she barely noticed the dust. There were memories here, anger and frustration but also joy and satisfaction at a job well done. But now they were all just echoes of a time before, ones that weighed far too heavily.
Idristan slumps down into his chair and runs his hands tiredly over his face. A glass and bottle of brandy sat nearby on the table, but so far they had not been touched–though that was likely only a matter of time, if his current state was anything to do by.
Gods, he was tired, and now that he was alone he was comfortable with showing that fact. And not just tired, but worried as well. A deal had been struck, silence in exchange for silence, but that had not included the possibility that Solenne’s past would come up.
What would they have to trade away in exchange for that secret to never be uttered? Idristan closes his eyes, reaching out by feel for the brandy. He had a feeling he wouldn’t like the answer…
Odette knows a lot of folk songs from all over Eorzea. She and her mother traveled a lot, and as she got older and realized her love of music she made a point of learning as many as she could whenever they went somewhere new. She is also not above playing them for money in a pinch.
Healing. Mhiha
volunteers at the Matron’s Reach clinics. You
may see her there or be treated by her yourself (or have done so in the
past*), especially at the Goblet clinic. Lacking magical talents, Mhiha offers conventional healing and general diagnostics, but is at her finest on the battlefield.
(Former) Resistance members. Mhiha served
as a field medic connected to an Ala Mhigan Resistance scouts’ unit until the war’s end. You may have seen her
around the Barber in Rhalgr’s Reach, been treated by her there or on the
battlefield, or been part of the same unit.* She still checks in with her old comrades from time to time.
Sparring partners/self-defense teacher. Mhiha
regularly practices Gyr Abanian martial arts, and seeks out sparring
partners. She’s no monk, but has
a solid grasp of, and skill in, the underlying techniques. The doctor enjoys a
good spar, and has offered basic self-defense training to fellow healers
in the past.
Voidsent. Aside from currently being attached to a
voidsent hunters’ organization, Mhiha harbors a vicious hatred for all
things of the Void. If you are such a being or associate with them, and reveal yourself as such,
you may well have a fight on your hands.
For the cause! Mhiha
generally has a strong desire to do good. From catching a thief in the streets to fighting in a full-blown revolution, you can count on her aid if you ask nicely enough.
* I’m open to discussing these kinds of pre-established
connections!
What I’m not looking for ––– –
Romance,
shipping or ERP. Mhiha has a single
established partner, to whom she is entirely faithful.
Alternate
universes. Mhiha exists in XIV,
in the canon timeline, and nowhere else. “Flashback” scenes that fit established continuity are fine!
Low realism/lore strictness. I appreciate RP being firmly grounded in XIV’s lore. Similarly, I apply a fair bit of realism to healing RP, so those looking to be magically and/or instantly cured of their ailments need not apply.
OOC / Contact Information ––– –
I prefer to RP ingame on the Balmung server, but am open to Discord threads depending on what works better.
I’m a full-time student and live in the CET timezone (GMT+1). Uni work and other existing responsibilities take up a fair amount of my time, though I try to always keep OOC communication quick and clear (and expect the same in return; no ghosting!).
Please don’t hesitate to send me a DM here on Tumblr if you’re interested!
If things click and we go on to RP, I preferably communicate through Discord.
Pahja moans softly as she lifts her head up from the table she had been using first as a makeshift desk and later as a pillow. Callused hands reach up to brush long, dark hair out of dark blue eyes as she looks blearily around. There is confusion in those eyes, as if she doesn’t quite recognize where she is right away. The taste of copper in her mouth, however, was familiar enough, even if she couldn’t quite remember exactly when she had bitten her own tongue.
She lets out a long breath as she lets her head rest on the rough wood once more, her eyes flicking towards one of the scattered bits of machinery littered around her. Absently she reaches out to tap one with a finger, revealing the telltale circuitry pattern–not that she needed it to know it was Allagan.Slowly the memories of last night came back: she had been working but had run into a problem she didn’t know enough to fix. She had then started to look through the database inside her own head, and then… and then…
Pahja grimaces. She had gone too deep, had tried to shift through too much information, though that seemed too mundane a way to describe what had felt like drowning. She figured at some point she must have passed out–likely a kindness, in this case.
It had been getting harder and harder to keep control, to prevent this from happening. Even she could see that. She pushes herself back up, her eyes flicking around the rundown room that she had chosen more for it’s cheapness than location or upkeep (to say the very least). When was the last time she had had a conversation with another person, let alone someone who actually knew what was going on?
She ponders this for a few moments, then shakes her head in annoyance when she realizes she can’t easily answer.
There are a few places in the Shroud that Idristan intentionally avoids–namely the Guardian Tree and a certain cliff in the Sylphlands. There’s a decent amount of trauma associated with both, though most people don’t know that since no one’s tried forcing him to go back. Yet.
Roses And Grimoires 