Shirogane Ward 7 Starlight Story-Go-Round
[19:52]Zhan'a Rakhin: "Starlight dawns where it all began, in a city now forever covered in snow... Probably not the best place to be when you're underpriviledged. Or a kid. Or anyone, really. NooffenceRee. Probably lucky just to be in one piece and not starved. But there was one shining hope in the cold night, jumping roof tops in a hurry. I would say silent as a thief, but I've seen some dodgy thieves in my time so... Yeah. ~
[19:52]Zhan'a Rakhin: She wears red head to toe, stands out in the moonlight like a sore thumb, really. Have you seen Ishgard? It's all grey. Red is terrible if you're trying to keep eyes off ya. Anyroad, she has a mission. She has those presents. Those kids needed them. She's dodging coppers left and right, but she won't quit until the job is done."
[19:55]Syranelle Ironleaf: "She leapt with all the envious skill of a dragoon in their prime, bounding from rooftop to rooftop. A large, velveteen bag was slung over her shoulder and jostled against her back with every leap. However, as she landed on a rooftop near the Jeweled Crozier, she stopped and peered down into the night darkened street."
[19:57]Syranelle Ironleaf: "A child slept, huddled in a corner with some worn-out crates, shivering from the bitter cold. The red-clad Saint eased down from her perch, landing soundlessly near the child. Reaching into her satchel, she drew forth a thick yak-skin blanket and gingerly drew it over the child, protecting them from the elements and providing wooly warmth. As she did so, she heard the bag get pulled away from her! She turned to see the thief running away down the street...!"
[20:04]Ambaghai Iriq: "She... chases after the thief with at shout, one loud enough to wake the child she'd just covered with a blanket," he pauses, "But she is already after the theif, so..." again he glares at Tajih, "The child is left confused, but grateful for the extra warmth. When she catches up with the theif she reaches out to take back the bag. They have a good grip, and after a short struggle she notices that the theif is also a child. Thin, and covered in dirt."
[20:19]Zhan'a Rakhin: "Just as she lands on the nearest roof, however, a shout cuts through the silence. Spotted already, and so early in her work! With a flourish of her cape, she disappears the from childrens' sight as a pair of shadows give chase. The Saint knows the inquisitors will not easily give up the chase, but she is swift on her feet and clever in her planning. Mostly."
[20:19]Zhan'a Rakhin: "She abandons the roofs in favor of the twisting alleys, hoping to knock them off her scent. She waits in the shadows. Lost them for now, it seemed. Then she is on the move once more At one particularly large gap, however, she descends to a snow-covered garden for a moment's respite. A creaking sounds from above..."
[20:23]Syranelle Ironleaf: "From overhead, a shadow descends with purpose and vigor. Hellfires, she hadn't escaped after all! Abandoning the bag of gifts behind a rickety crate in one of the alleys, she takes off running with the shadow close after. 'Damn those Inquisitors,' she thought viciously. There was little room left for thought. She shed the bright red coat, hoping to meld into the shadows and lose the hound at her heels, but to no avail. Before long, she found herself at a dead end!"
[20:25]Syranelle Ironleaf: "Turning to face her pursuer, she panted for breath. A dark shadow filled the end of the alleyway, coming closer and closer to her. In defiance, however, she gathered her legs and called the aether to her that was a dragoon's birthright. With an explosion of power and skill, she launched herself skyward to the rooftops overhead. A vehement curse followed her up as her pursuer stared after her. "She's on the roof!" came the cry from below.
[20:34]Zhan'a Rakhin: "They just really wanted those blankets apparently. Heretical blankets. Must have offended their mothers or something. See, now that would actually make sense. Someone smacks their gob about their mum, bam everything involved is a sin. Granted, it's a by proxy sort of thing because it obviously wasn't the blanket themselves doing any sort of talking..."
[20:34]Zhan'a Rakhin: "Oh my gods, why does Starlight make absolutely no sense." The miqo'te grabs at his ears, at a loss. He glances briefly to Syra then. "Ah. Sorry. Just... why." He clears his throat once more.
[20:34]You burst out laughing at Zhan'a Rakhin.
[20:34]Zhan'a Rakhin: "Anyroad, it's a grand ol' thing seeing a dragoon hopping about, but just one against so many pursuers? As she reached the Brume, she count a half dozen, nay, a whole baker's dozen of the lot just standing there along the roofs. They stared at her. She stared back. And then rocks start pelting those inquisitors from the street because I don't care where they're from, street kids are vicious when they've got a weapon in their hands. And these had a whole broken street of cobbles at their fingertips.”
[20:38]Syranelle Ironleaf: "Again and again the rocks pelted the Inquisitors. A veritable army of beggar-children was assembled below, each of them pelting a rock at one of the shadowed figures. 'You leave 'er alone, y'bast'ds!' the boldest of them yelled. 'She ain't done nothin' but bring a bit o' kindness to us what has none!' One of the Inquisitors looked down at the children. 'Silence, rats, or you'll suffer the same fate as your hero!' He took a step forward and suddenly the hail of stones shifted."
[20:40]Syranelle Ironleaf: "They all focused on him. Large stones, small ones, they came down in a deluge of fury as the children doubled their efforts. From head to toe, he was clonked again and again until he lost his footing and slipped, nearly falling from the roof. As the others turned to assist their leader, the Saint took that moment to make good her escape!"
[20:48]Zhan'a Rakhin: "In the spirit of Starlight, the inquisitor winds up not falling and breaking his neck and probably is actually a fairly decent guy off the clock. Just doing the job, got a family to feed, that sort of thing. But we all know that in reality if he were a decent sort he'd definitely be dead now. Just keep that in mind. Okay. So, our Saint has escaped from the Inquisition! She returns to her bag of gifts, as she still has so much work yet to do.
[20:48]Zhan'a Rakhin: "She works through the night, bringing warmth and hope those in Ishgard that need it most. And, as she hands her last blanket to the last child, she sees her red coat gliding down the street. Or, the coat draped over the head of a child, at least. She sees a grin underneath as the coat passes her by. It would do him more good now than it would her. And there we go, everyone is happy and no one died that day."
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