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ooc-- after looking at the new trailer for XII remaster for ps4, I'm feeling real motivated to re establish my muse and perfect him before release date. actually more excited for this than XV. really, really busy this month and all I have are Sundays off from school. but since my one year anniversary of this blog is coming up in wanna come back and pay respects to my followers. <3
--ooc; if anyone’s a online gamer, you would know the craze about overwatch right? it’s been taking up some of my free time, so i’ll come clean and admit that much for you. for those I’ve notified, I’ve indeed passed my last exam so all is well! i will make a brief return this weekend, to knock out some replies. stay classy my friends.
‘rough touch’
19. Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists. (how funny that my number generator chose one the more “safer” topics, haha.)
an act of solicitation was afoot, steel plated sandals tread through the murky quagmires of what seemed to house the Golmore jungle so eloquently in its own dismal way. the environment around him had reeked with rotting malboros with each breath they blew from their putrid mouths had continuously made balthier fetch his handkerchief to cover the bottom half of his most delicate of features to his dismay.
though they try to wane his progression into the more vieran territory--now afflicted with a common status ailment of poison, it was like the sentinels sent from the village had commanded them to restrict his entry; at all costs. suddenly outnumbered and beyond the brink of exhaustion, balthier; the battle wearied gunman smirked towards the inhabitants of the dank and bleak jungle before reading another shot in attempts to cut a path--the path in which his missing link of the famed crusade had left for him--it was the only silver lining to allow him passage into the Eryupt village. quick and decisively as the poison in his veins ticked, it alarmed him to take action into his own matters. a furtive glance to and fro between himself and the distance of the creatures, ever gaining closer with their tentacles--the altair sounded off with a bang--he laced the barrel with onion explosives that caused a brief smokescreen but long enough for him to run through the crowd of malboro.
“--ngh, now-now, there’s plenty of me to go around, but now is not the time! be off with you!” just as he made it through the smoke, a tentacle had slyly wrapped itself around his ankle. fortunately, balthier made light work of the ploy by using the headstock of his rifle and hammered it onto the appendage repeatedly until it subdued into the pain.
brushing off his faint limp, the sky pirate picked up the pace and proceeded running along the curved pathways keeping his eyes in caution phase, focusing on the trail that ‘she’ laid for him. violent and cruel scenarios ran through his mind of what might happen to her if he was too late to intervene, chestnut hued brows furrowed as it gave him a disheartened countenance. deeper as the path reached a familiar dead end, it was evident enough that his was the entry way seeing the faint glimmer of the portal still active for passage.
successfully and secure, the male had entered where no hume was never intended to set foot on. his eyes were briefly dazzled--a welcoming committee of female vieran all in a row, armed to the teeth. such beauty and destruction coexisted so exquisitely that it charmed him to up the conversation. “..I guess the life of the party has finally arrived.” their leader, Jote by the name of what he has been told, approached; fearlessly her eyes--ruby as blood pierced his soul, as it made his footing become numbed and molded into the earth as he stood. he was tightly secured by the wrists from her bestial strength, so much that it relinquished the weapon from his calloused hands.
her long and dainty tendons would be otherwise welcomed in better scenarios, but this was nothing of the sorts nor what he was used to. he looked up at her. “..I have no idea on what you intend to do her, but if it’s an execution, then you better send me along to my grave as well--with her. I must see Fran!” his timbre was spoken adroitly and precisely to the point. he’s already made it this far, and surely if it’s a death waiting for him at the end of the day, at least it was beside the one whom helped to make a difference in his life.
ooc-- passed my music theory final exam. this kickstarted good vibes to my weekend. i will reply to EVERYTHING i owe starting tomorrow.
PSA:
Just because I’m not replying to our thread, or your starter doesn’t mean I don’t want to roleplay with you. I’m just slow. Somedays I can write a fucking book, somedays I can’t even write my own name. It’s in the drafts I promise I am just slow as hell.
Send ‘rough touch’
and the generated outcome will be used for a small drabble scenario or starter { tw violence, possible noncon/dubcon implications, nsfw }
Your muse throws a punch at mine.
My muse throws a punch at yours.
Your muse suddenly grips my muse’s hair.
My muse suddenly grips your muse’s hair.
Your muse roughly grabs my muse’s arm.
My muse roughly grabs your muse’s arm.
Your muse grips my muse’s hips.
My muse grips your muse’s hips.
Your muse wraps their hands tightly around my muse’s neck.
My muse wraps their hands tightly around your muse’s neck.
Your muse slams mine against a wall hard.
My muse slams yours against a wall hard.
Your muse pushes my muse to their knees.
My muses pushes your to their knees.
Your muse bites mine.
My muse bites yours.
Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.
My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.
Your muse grabs my muse’s wrists.
My muse grabs their muse’s wrists.
Your muse attempts to shove away mine.
My muse attempts to push off yours.
Your muse roughly kisses mine.
My muse roughly kisses yours.
Your muse pins mine onto the ground.
My muse pins yours to the ground.
Your muse delivers beatings to mine.
My muse delivers beatings to yours.
Your muse breaks my muse’s arm.
My muse breaks your muse’s arm.
Mun chooses.
ooc, i will return someday, college life is bugging atm. here is just a lame “late” munday pics.
❛ let us be off, then. ❜ it is amidst the caverns that the treasure is oft found, buried deep within crevice of jutting rock wall, or beneath body of thought-dead enemy. her ears, how alert they become to the slightest sound, her eyes flitting left, right and back again – something lurked, and she was going to smell it out before it could catch them off-balance. grip intensifies upon her bow, keeping it close for preparation. ❛ are you aware of what we are searching for? ❜ she inquires, having been left in the dark in regards to balthier’s little quest into bhujerban mines. hair swiftly sways as she turns to face him; she awaits any confirmation of her question–but distraction strikes heavy in her heart.
sounds all around, scraping and movement of a scuttering kind. a low murmur growls within her throat, and in defence of balthier, she runs ahead of them both to find it. ❛ stay safe— ❜ she calls behind, already around the winding corners and off into another section. in attempt to keep her bow steady in aim, her movement slows to a shuffle. in sight lies a dullahan, eerily alone. singular arrow launches betwixt fingers and forth, but her force alone does naught in way of damage. ❛ i need your aid!! ❜ her voice remarks, a higher tone than normal. though it moved slow, her heart was racing. every second that passed it felt like it was closer, and fran was running out of places to dodge. ❛ —now, balthier!! ❜
his keen eyes detected the woman’s long ears beginning to twist and perk about acting as the recon unit as they’ve continued about inside the mines. therefore he knew too well that something was about to go bump in the night, in due time. her ears has never failed him and by respecting the situation brought before him, the ever cunning hunter made pre-emptive advances by keeping a close proximity in Fran’s flank, digits adorned with trinkets and knick-knacks had cling towards both the barrel and stock of his long-ranged weapon--the Altair.
“--it seems we are entering the belly of beast, huh Fran?” he smiled coyly unbeknownst towards his partner, who kept the diligent surveillance going so earnestly.
As the path began to make a sway around into another section of the mines, a shadowy figure, who size rivals to that of a Seeq was seems to have been waiting for them. Instantly, he noticed Fran picking up her fighting stance with the choice of the long range approach of a bow and arrow.
“Oh. One of those headless fiends..what do you call them..ah, a dullahan.” Only armed with a sword and brute strength to boot, this adversary in an one on one fight would take just mere minutes to overcome. By being a two versus one affair however, this seemed to have been a walk in a park for the veteran warrior. As it began to approach, it had proven to balthier that it was a formidable opponent, barely taking any pain chance against the flurry of his partners arrows.
--bang! [the onion shot, was aimed towards the beast’s sword arm--thus making the foe unarmed.]
His aid was beckoned and so it was received and like a mastermind, he had already devised and laid out a proper strategy on taking this foe to it’s knees. “Fran! I’ll need you to maim him by aiming for either of his limbs, preferably his legs! After that, we’ll capitalize by overwhelming with some black magick!”
you know, i’ve really come a long way with this blog. it hasn’t been an incredibly long time that i’ve been here, but i’ve found and accepted that there are people on here that do not want to associate with me. i know a lot of people can agree that whether it be in real life or on here or just.. whatever, there are people who were a part of our lives, and now they are not. the subject of forgiveness is such a touchy thing, especially when this person did you wrong completely and you just cannot forgive them. here’s something to take into account though guys, we all make mistakes. i’ve made a ton of stupid mistakes in my life that i absolutely feel horrible about and have put in my time to regret them. i’ve had people do me wrong too and honestly guys, it does take some time to get over that. it really does, especially when that person who did you wrong is someone you were really close to.
we do some really stupid stuff. i mean, we do it to the people we love without thinking sometimes.. it’s crazy. so i’m going to encourage you guys right now to think back about the things in your life that have affected you for better or for worse and really just.. take it all in. i know it can be hard to accept things, but the first step of forgiveness in yourself and sometimes even others is the admittance that you were at fault. second chances are scary because you’ll never know when someone is going to hurt you again. i don’t know about you guys, but when things go wrong and i realize that i hurt people, i’m seriously imploring the people i love to forgive me. why do you ask? i love them. i really do love them.
forgiveness is something that we all must take the path in learning, it’s a capability that allows us to not shut people out or put up our walls. heck, we don’t enjoy putting up our walls.. but it’s our protection from people who hurt us! it’s perfectly normal to have your safeguards up, but wouldn’t you rather live and to love fully without regrets of always looking behind you? i’m being blunt by saying this, but it’s crucial if you want to live a sensational life. the first step is to stop looking at other people’s faults and look at what you’ve done. can you have that same level of sympathy for whoever has done you wrong?
most of all, let go of the anger, let go of the frustration. you don’t need the frustration in your life.
you are strong, and even if the friendship or relationship or wHATEVER IT IS doesn’t work out.. that’s okay! :D it’s alright. life is going to have it’s toss and turns, but you will get through this even more stronger then before. good luck!
|| the flower that blooms in Golmore.
she’s slow with her actions to lower her weapon and heed his words. there was an artful presence to him that was easily noted and was compelling enough to hold her interest. ❛ uh-huh, deter away? i’d appreciate it if you deterred away from my flowers.
yes, they are mine. ❜ she’d note, pausing briefly, and then blinking rather hastily. ❛ sky pirate? ❜ so this is what they looked like. ( this was not anything she ever expected to see. ) ❛ i.. are you sure? ❜ a few more wisecracks would not hurt, and so grows the confidence to be able to move closer.
❛ i’m sorry, i guess i never expected to see someone like.. like you. i assumed that when i would finally meet a sky pirate, they’d look a little bit more rough. no offense. you just don’t look scary enough. ❜
aerith is growing more comfortable with the passing moments. ❛ so.. you will not be stealing from me? isn’t that what sky pirates are all about? ❜ the flower girl would soon regret pushing these choices of words on him, he could easily change his mind after all. she’s averting her gaze from him now.
❛ it’s just a simple question, anyway, um, you really don’t have to act on it. pardon my nosiness, but why are you all the way out here? just passing through? ❜ might as well ask, she’s insulted him left and right.
Detecting no more threat, the leading man, exuded a whimsical small chuckle that escaped pallid folds but briefly. The altair was now slung tightly across his back, muzzle to the ground.
Her aura was something peculiar and tried as he might, balthier had failed to wrap his mind around it completely. Though taking mental notes of the smaller pieces of the puzzle, realizing that the plants and shrubbery had this eerie appeal to her. It was almost as if the plant life around her respected the gamine to be some sort of herald.
Her timbre of lush parley mentioned the words ‘sky pirate’, and immediately he had her full attention. If anyone was anyone, they would know that the words sky pirate and peace keeper didn’t necessarily go hand in hand. After all, he too , an individual of class and decorum now subjugated by the title but mind you, by choice--a means of freedom to start anew. He wasn’t your ordinary pirate, and she sure did hit the nail of coffin there when mentioning how less intimidating he appeared before her.
balthier shrugged it off coyly as steel plated sandals approached leisurely toward her. “my. an eye for detail, you are.”
“--so that’s what they tell you about us, sky pirate huh?” he whistled a sorrowful tune to display the inaccuracy of their qualms.
“I play the leading man, miss. I am not your average run of the mill pirate.” Jade hues narrowed but non lethally. Something about her was just too pure to unleash the cynical side of him--instead he kept gentleman appeal and bowed his head. “I only take what’s deemed worthy to my eyes, and my eyes alone. No disrespect.”
His gaze was soon averted towards the once familiar paths of the jungle, he needed to move on--perhaps this young woman would be fine on her own, after all she was the one that ambushed him. “Yes. You can say. However if I’m being perfectly honest with you, I’m after something--a treasure of some sort.”
important--idk maybe im thinking into this a little too much. i may end up dropping this muse in favor of noctis, in which i’ve made an account for months ago. if i do this, i will keep this blog active as an exclusive balthier to anyone that prefers my interpretation with their muse. i’ve already established an exclusive fran so maybe this is the best decision at this point. honestly, I’m beyond words and excitement at the unveiling of ff15.
s h a t t e r h e a r t ;
❛ when your heart speaks, do you listen and obey? or do you lie about it? ❜
his hazy stare was snapped to attention–the dainty and familiar voice from the viera was too potent even for the intoxicating beverage settling within his system to compete against. those once cynical jade orbs used to trick and take advantage of his folly was now relaxed and calm–seemingly matching the benign expression on his visage.
eager and attentive.
his half filled glass of expensive wine was set gently on the table. her muse was now starting to filter it’s way into his brain. ‘when your heart speaks…’, ‘listen or or obey..or lie?’ his mind played to him as he best remembered.
balthier’s position on the matter was rather.. fuzzy, to say the least. they were partners, best friends–putting business first and foremost above any other pleasures.
“..fran, is there something you need to say?”
assumptions were rude and it wasn’t his place to take things out of proportion. truthfully, he was confused but dared not to show it externally. a half lidded smile was shown–licking at the curved corner of his mouth, his palate was quite content from his drinking. it was time to step away however, and show some sincerity on the matter. this was a rare side of fran that was shown across the bar-room’s table this evening. clearly this wasn’t the drinking doing the talking for her. she knew better and had always handled her alcohol quite exquisitely.
(‘here goes nothing.’)
“–why that’s quite easy. of course you listen, my dear fran. don’t you know? that the mind is always the part of you second guessing yourself. the heart is the strongest muscle, and marvelous one at that.”
he began to pick up his glass of wine.
think of me as a prime example: when it comes to our treasure hunting, why do you think we always end up with the prize in the end, hm?”
Serah ran around the corner, decelerating speed from the pain burning in her legs. But she couldn’t stop now, not yet. Her stubborn determination prickled like a thorn and Serah would do her best to never give up until it was gone.
Though, she had to admit defeat for a while.
Her shoulders drooped watching the egg roll away again, after it was gone she had retreated to a near by bench. ❝Just can’t beat you, can’t I… ❞ A worn smile widened her lips. Now free from all this chasing, she can absorb the beauty that lay before her. The tranquility, the nature;from the swaying of the trees to the bees collecting nectar from a bush of roses. Movement other than any egg or tree found Serah’s gaze. ❝Sorry. If you’re looking for that egg, it’s not here..❞
[present]
beachside. the air was filled with an aroma of sea salt, and waves with a rather rhythmic beat had crashed against the shore. as memories served him, there was a small notice posted up inside of a nearby pub. the reward was mediocre to say the least, but gil was gil after all and someone has to make amends for the life that he paved for himself.
[past]
in order to go afoot on the task at hand, he managed to use his art of the tongue and barter his way for some intel from a local street ear about the origin story about of this missing egg. what separated this ‘egg’ from any other ordinary egg was that it contained a rare breed of chocobo. at that moment, he rolled his eyes--as he waved a hand to abrupt the street ear’s words. “..say no more.” were voiced as a timbre of disinterest. and after flipping a few coin towards the individual in exchange for the briefing, balthier took his exit and tried to make a beat above his competition. he noticed that many others were out scurrying off as if the whole town was set ablaze.
all was not for naut. why, in his case; the sky pirate was lucky to have an ace up his sleeve against his competitors for what the street ear had said was worth far more than what the few coin he gave him. according to intel, the person who posted the bill was last seen near a woman whose hair was a rare shade of pink. from knowing that much already, his eyes was set for the horizons--on the road to gil and living the life of complete luxury as he dreamed.
as common sense was have it, the best method of approach was to start a recon search on the outer skirts of the town. with a description of her character, there was no way in Ifrit’s hell that she would be this dense to remain within the area.
“this would be like taking candy from a baby.” he looked onward at the others whom are frantically looking in alleyways and nearby establishments for the culprit.
[present[
moments into minutes had transpired and jade hues were at a glow; treasure was needed to be acquired for at the very sight was the rare shade of pink blowing in the wind, with no cares in the world. from the looks of it, she appeared to been out of breath--which made perfect confirmation that she was indeed the culprit behind it all. he began to take appropriate measure, and act unknowingly of her accusation.
“--i beg your pardon? i’ve already had my breakfast, what on earth are you talking about?”
Online--;
I feel a bit motivated today.
3 Drafts to go, you know who you are. I see ya out there. I’ll be back tomorrow afternoon after my first block of lecture. I’ll have up to five hours of down time to get a reply or two in.
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Group folks, I’ll conduct an open starter soon! Most likely pushed to Friday-Saturday, to get drafts done first!
VIRTUOUS THIEF:
‘you’ve no reason to ever share a thing, mind you; however–this doesn’t mean that this facade goes unnoticed.’
❛ you will remind me, no doubt. come, we should find our treasure–yes? ❜
‘ah--thought you’d never ask. tut-tut, let’s be off then.’
in the riddled caverns and labyrinths of the bhujerba mines, where traps and monsters that inhabited the area laid bear to the ill prepared hunter. on a constant state of alert, it was needless to say, by having the navigator of the pair to take the lead was often the best case scenario. the anatomy that of the viera and all their talents combined were vastly superior to the hume race that balthier is classified in. renowned as the ‘leading man’ it was often a contradicting moment whenever, he played the supportive role when it came down to locating treasures or marks. this made quite the performance, as the two would jest at each other in friendly mockery of who is actually playing the lead role.
any other normal man, would let their pride and selfishness get in the way, thus; leaving countless lives in tatters due to rash and thoughtless decisions. balthier on the other hand, valued his own life to the fullest and played his cards right accordingly as the situation unfolded from his hand. they possessed something that the other had lacked, figuratively saying // they were like the missing puzzle piece in each other’s vessel. and like clockwork, without the need to mince words; the paired formed in their signature formation and proceeded to tread lightly into the depths of bhujerba.
