Emeline Tousart

The IC and OOC RP blog of the journey of Emeline Tousart, a Conjurer (ooc White Mage) on Mateus in Final Fantasy XIV. Co-Lead of Aetherwatch Society Follow will be from my main blog: Simplymabh

[healeremeline]

Loss, anger, (ooc pic for funsies), and then a dialogue with the enemy.  The opening of the new campaign and the beginning of a new chapter for Aetherwatch begins. 

[locke-rinannis]

I—okay. Listen. Do I run around a lot in this game? Yes. Do I spend an unnatural amount of time looking for RP locations that perfectly match a scene I’m looking for? Probably. But over the course of years, I’ve found some pretty cool spots. And I’m going to share them with you!

Maybe you’ll find inspiration to start something new in these areas, or maybe it’ll help scratch an itch for a scene you’ve been wanting to do. Who knows! Just take them!

Also, these are locations found outside of major cities and aetherytes. This list is for people who want to get out into the overworld and away from crowds! (I’ve also tried to find places that are free of hostile mobs, NPCs, and FATEs.

I’ll likely make more posts for other zones, but the three starter regions are accessible for characters of all levels, and a good place to start!

Locations under the cut!

Keep reading

[rt0no]

[healeremeline]

Grabbing some older shots for reference. 

[healeremeline]

FFXIVWrite Sept 2022

So I only missed 2 days, sadly the fall is my busiest time of year. Most of my posts were written on my phone in antique stores, in the middle of social occasions, or at shows. Submissions being turned in with 3 minutes to spare. Finding out Tumblr isn’t very kind on mobile.

But overall this was a fun experience. It was also my first and by the end I found myself searching for ideas outside the box, writing about my alt, and reaching out to writing partners to brainstorm.  I don’t have a master list put together yet, I don’t really have time to do so. 

But I was excited to read, when possible, everyone’s stories and poetry. A lot of my fellow FC members and friends made it to the finish line with me. 

I hope that maybe when things settle down I will start using tumblr as a storytelling platform once more. 

Thank you @sea-wolf-coast-to-coast for running this! Shout out: @rosettevaleria @lucasrajan @katalinhunter @kaynetsuki @malevolentbooks 

[healeremeline]

29: Fuse

Emeline had decided to escape the day's work and start early on her Starlight list. All that talk of the holidays with Iona made her think more on her list. 

So there she was, there she was Kama sitting on the bench in the silversmith she knew in Gridania. It was a beautiful and charming outdoor space where his more private customers could come and sit while he worked.

It was a calm please of ivy, moss, and colorful blooms and mushrooms. It was an escape as a person could watch a master. 

She only hoped that he would love the gift. Only a grandmaster was good enough for him.

[healeremeline]

Day 28 - Vainglory

Emeline sat back, watching the spectacle before her. She had a habit of being a silent wallflower in any room. Watching, learning, and listening to the people in her life. The people they associated with. 

It had brought her friendships, worry, enemies, and more. All a balance of good and bad. But what she did her best to avoid was those with great pride. If you wished to clear Emeline out of a room, the fastest way to do it was to invite a narcissist.

She had learned that they come inall forms. From Lalafels to Highlanders. Noble Elezen especially. It made her skin crawl to be around people that had to impress others with their deeds, and force themselves and their accomplishments on the space around them. 

Pride was one thing, but pathological bragging made her ill and it showed on her face. Always bringing a scowl to the delicate mask she always kept. 

[healeremeline]

Day 27 - Hail

“Hail and well met!” Was the greeting at the door of the adventurers guild. Every day, the greeter at the desk would say it over and over again. No matter where they traveled. Every guild, every desk. 

It was an exhausting overture of politeness and custom. Was there a training manual? Were they required to greet like this? Did they have a little card pasted to the desk?

How did anyone get anything done like this?!

Parna moved through the stalls of the cities she was sent to. Always a job to do, errand to run. Were the stalls like this in Ul’dah as annoying and she never noticed? Or was the rest of the world bogged down in frivolity?

There were so many questions when she had too much time on her hands with only herself and her mind to keep her company. This was her new life, on the go, handling issues well beyond her training. But she was always one to adapt with ease. 

But one more fake greeting and she might snap.

[healeremeline]

Day 26 - Break A Leg

Several years ago….

Emeline Tousart was finally coming into her own. A new up-and-coming aid group, social obligations, teaching engagements. She was finally stepping into boots her grandfather had left for her, proverbially speaking, of course. 

It put her at meetings and parties and surrounded her with people from all walks of life. The most interesting to her were the bards. She loved to hear them play. When their sets were done they moved through the crowds with the most interesting stories to tell. 

On one particular night, a bard caught her eye…or ear really. He sat at a table with her, entering with their usual flirtatious banter, Emeline playing the fun role of oblivious and naïve healer. That game always made her smile. 

But this bard had talent, prospects, and sadly, little money. It was that night Emeline learned the responsibility of being a Patron. A small stipend and her name attached to a person of talent. The ups and downs of their emotions, and the jobs involved. He was brilliant and beautiful, but sadly a man that got in over his head far too much. Her name had been used time and again now to get himself out of trouble. Terse words and threats of revoking her patronage from his life were often threatened. Quickly soothed by weeks of good behavior and benefit concerts. It was a balance that Emeline appreciated and was amused by. It was an enjoyable little spice in her rather serious life.

In time she made it a practice to come to all his performances possible. Smiling and dragging along different social circles to make sure he knew all sorts of people. 

“Break a leg!” Was the last thing she said to him that night. A performance at a seedy underground bar in Ul’dah. A haven for criminals and those looking to step out of the limelight for a bit. 

The performance was well received, and a bow to her at the end from him left her feeling proud. The remainder of the night was spent drinking and laughing. A momentous occasion for her bard. 

Sadly only a week after she wished him well, the moneylenders caught up to him. The leg was broken. But so were both his hands and a cheekbone. After a few weeks in the clinic, where Emeline was sure he was mostly hiding instead of healing, the Bard was never seen again. 

She still seeks to sponsor, but another bard has never presented themselves.

[poems-and-word]

Poems & Words

[healeremeline]

Day 24 - Vicissitudes

((Written about an alt I play on Mateus))

The Ul’dahn thief sat up on the edge of a balcony. It didn’t belong to her, she frankly wasn’t even sure whose flat it was. But the lights were off and no one had come to chase her off. It was a favored perch, high up, overlooking the inner wall of the city. The breeze was cool, the moon was bright. 

This was a good place for reflection and time to ground. Her life had been from one horror and struggle to another. Nothing was ever good or happy. Every olive branch was covered in thorns. Every ‘trust me’ was followed with a knife in her ribs. Life had not been kind to Parna. 

And now she was under the employ of people who claimed to be the ‘good guys’. Still, she was used for her skills, knowledge, and morals. 

‘Those that fall from grace never rise.’ 

Those words of a wise traveler giving fortunes on a street corner had haunted her for several years now. 

Now she had a safe place to sleep, but next to a man that had no loyalties. She received pay, but from a group that would disavow her existence if they needed to. She had people that called her a friend, but still didn’t trust her and would check their pockets once she left the room. 

Things never truly changed. It was just important to remember that she wasn’t a villain, but she would never be a hero in their eyes. Her fortune was set.

[healeremeline]

Day 23 - Pitch

The young hopeful had written Emeline, asking for an opportunity to present herself for sponsorship. It had been some time since anyone in the arts had been in her patronage. 

But here she was, in the parlor of the Society house, awaiting her appointment. The art was writing, a hopeful journalist seeking funding for a press and place of business. It all seemed simple enough. Emeline was an interesting gateway to Captain Rajan, the head of the board at Aetherscale Enterprises. 

The girl knew a recommendation from Emeline would open a fiscal door to Lucas. 

In time the appointment began, the young journalist sitting there with a stack of information. Emeline wished to know her more and understand her thought process and dreams. The girl was ready and proud to present the entirety of every life accomplishment to her. 

Awards from primary school, a large range of Sharlayan noted accomplishments and her current projects. The list was endless and Remilia was energetic to present every single one. But Eme wished to know her heart and wants. Asked her to explain her future and the strength and weaknesses should have. The Conjurer knew little of finances, she wished to present Lucas with a recommendation of the person before her. 

So the Conjurer collected this information, listening intently, asking simple questions. In the end she felt that Remilia had the heart to do this. Has the will and tenacity to attack this project with everything she has. And so she went home that eve and over dinner told Lucas that it would at least be an interesting adventure. @lucasrajan

[healeremeline]

Day 22 Veracity

Journal Entry

I think it is important to confirm that a Dragoon's jump is faster than a Conjurer's spell casting abilities. Hench forth it is now considered a 'bad idea' to attempt such an assault combo from an aerial intercept position. I highly suggest landing with your Conjurer first before launching your attack.

The time honored piggy back of the smaller party, also known as the 'mage turret' strategy only works is the said mage can actually use their ability.

Dragoon intercepts from high spaces makes this rather difficult at the caster requires a free hand to manage their focus.

With speeds calculated from said jump, it is impossible to cast, hold on, and get ahead of the Dragoon's target before landing.

This will immediately result the dislodging or 'dropping' of you caster, resulting in an injured and rather agitated Conjurer.

Further inquires should be directed to Kayne, resident 'Gridanian Lancer'..

@kaiarablackfire @kaynetsuki

[healeremeline]

Day 21 - Solution

The need for a mental escape was at an all-time. Stress from work, incidents in the Shroud, and now social anxiety were wearing her down.

So she did what any normal mage did. She locked herself in her room (lair) and detached emotionally as she worked on a new spell.  

All the boards were brought out. Ready for thought notes, runes, strings and stickers. Pages to be taped down and lines to be drawn. It was such a simple and straightforward process. Everything could be right there in front of a person. Hard facts, multiple theories. Magical arithmetic that needed to be proven. Runes that needed to be properly laid. Magic was a beautiful thing. Ritual magic was even more beautiful to the Conjurer. It allowed her to step outside the box of elementalism and branch into other magics. 

As long as she could find the proper solution to cast it all.

[healeremeline]

Day 20 - Anon

A worn paper tucked into a notebook. A list. Written and rewritten. Items crossed off. Several different ink colors and pencil strokes make up the contents.

The title is called ‘Maybes”

-The first place. -The anniversary ball. -The Lighthouse. -The balcony. -A dinner party. -Out in the field. In the tent. -The Shroud. -Any ball? -In front of the family. -The Society House -The Sapphire Exchange. -While eating scorpions.  Please no. -A party Cass throws. -Something under the stars. -Soon?!

She sat there, looking at the list, anxiety building. The one-year timeline of her ‘grand design’ was coming. It had been months of discussing the future, planning, and meeting the families. And this was just to prepare for the marriage proposal that was hopefully coming.

But every day that went by she could feel the stress of the situation grow. Their lives were so busy and she was fighting to be rational and understanding. But there, deep within, was the young dreamer, waiting for her romantic escapade to begin with both of them. But it needed to start with him. He had to lead the dance.

The melancholy that pressed on her in these times was creeping in and fears soon followed. Would it ever happen? Soon wasn’t soon enough.

[healeremeline]

Day 19: Turn a Blind Eye

It had been years sitting at the forefront as the face of her organization. A group that helped people. People that had been harmed by the world’s darkness, the corrupted use of magicks. A speech practiced time and time again. A calm and grace mixed with a warm smile and reserved appearance that had been honed and practiced since she was a child, now put to good use. 

Allies garnered, members gained, friends made. Over and over they grew with hope to become a machine that was unstoppable against all the darkness that crept in around the everyday person. 

But at what cost? All the people that surrounded her fought for the cause but carried their own darkness. When not with her she knew of the dark hunts, perverted research, piracy, the criminal activities. Political machinations and backdoor dealings. The theory of fighting fire with fire used all too often. 

But when they stood with her, they stood together. So here she was, always with a choice to turn on them all, to purge their darkness and corruption. But they were not a lost cause. They sought redemption or to, at the very least, lighten their hearts.

She hoped that she could do that for them in some way. So she did what she could to look away when she needed to. Knowing that it was all for a better world.  

[fictober-event]

Fictober 2022

The prompts for 2022

Here is the list for October this year. Write something short (or long) and tag it with #fictober22 in the first five tags. Let’s see your creativity!

"I chose you."

"Nobody warned you about me?"

"That was not my intention."

"How would that even work?"

"No, anything but that."

"Adaptable, I like that."

"Check that again, are you sure?"

"Do you remember?"

"Sounds like a you problem."

"It's my name on the line."

"Think! For once!"

"You're making my head hurt."

"I don't want you to do that."

"Yes. No. I don't know."

"What are you doing?"

"You're looking, but you don't see."

"Are you serious?"

"I don't think this is your problem."

"Do we have a deal?"

"There's only us."

"I never said that."

"Who said this is a good idea?"

"Not on my watch!"

"Is this safe?"

"You know I'd do anything."

"I'm doing it, shut up."

"That's not why we're doing this."

"We all have our reasons."

"You love this, don't you?"

"I know what this looks like."

"I'm not alone and neither are you."

This event is open to fanfiction and original fiction. Start the first of October. You do not have to do the prompts in order. Tag your posts with #fictober22. Please state at the top if your entry is original fiction or fanfiction and what fandom. State common warnings and triggers at the top and tag accordingly. I reserve the right to not reblog fics that I find inappropriate. I will reblog things here on @fictober-event, follow this blog to see all the entries.

Go forth and write!