A Final Fantasy Log

A FFXIV blog for Faeravel Kha, Tal'orei Neldawn, and Pyrar Delaisoix. All on Balmung.

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Character Tendencies - Prisa

Italics - a sometime truth

Bold - a constant truth

1. smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug.

2. binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time.

3. drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs.

4. nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension.

5. lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension.

6. night owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night.

7. early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time.

8. negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism & pessimism.

9. positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism & confidence.

10. swearing: the use of offensive language.

11. superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome.

12. inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom.

13. scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty.

14. foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience.

15. nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit.

16. flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention.

17. twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation.

18. cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness.

19. hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence.

20. finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority.

21. hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness.

22. hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance.

23. frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity.

24. throat - clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt.

25. jaw - clenching: a common body language sign of hostility.

26. eye - rolling: a common body language sign of irritation.

27. head - tilt: a common body language sign of interest.

28. whistling: to emit high - pitched sound by forcing breakthrough a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune.

29. humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune.

30. perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection.

31. photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail.

32. paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self - importance, typically worked into an organized system.

33. exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is.

34. intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive.

35. quick - witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly & effectively.

36. interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements.

37. doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absentmindedly.

38. irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed.

39. gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet.

40. travelsick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft.

41. sensitive: having or displaying a quick & delicate appreciation of others’ feelings.

42. melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause.

43. chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavored gum which is not intended for swallowing.

44. fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands & feet, through nervousness or impatience.

45. skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations.

46. neat - freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness.

47. gossiping: divulging personal information about others.

48. prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct.

49. abbreviating: giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names.  

50. having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

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[pyorzea]

► Name ➔  “Prisa Fontaine.”

► Are you single ➔ "Yes.”

► Are you happy ➔ “At this moment, I am.”

► Are you angry? ➔  “I believe if I answered anything other than ‘no’, then it would lead to a rather confusing case. Yes?”

► Are your parents still married ➔  “They are happily married, yes.”

NINE FACTS ► Birth Place ➔ “I was born in Western Coerthas, but I only remember Ishgard.”

► Hair Color ➔  “Brunette.”

► Eye Color ➔ “Purple. When I was younger, I used to try and say they were blue though. Quite amusing, don’t you think?”

► Birthday ➔  “Ah... sometime in the fourth umbral moon.”

► Mood ➔   “Well off enough, right now. Waiting for someone to surely ruin it... considering most people like to spring up work on me.”

► Gender ➔  “Female.”

► Summer or winter ➔ “I rather like summer. Warmer and more lively. However, something about winter is... comfortable to me. Familiar, I suppose. I find beauty in the cold, still mornings with it’s glittering ice in the growing light.”

► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Morning. Most definitely morning.”

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE ► Are you in love ➔ “Not yet, so far as I know.”

► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “I think it would be interesting to experience it. Although, from all the stories speak of it, it can be a cruel fate to fall upon. Something to be careful with.”

► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “That is a bit complicated to answer. I would like to pass this question.”

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔  “I can not say I have done so, although I certainly have had my own broken.”

► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “In terms of relationships? Yes? Well, no, I do not believe I am. But who can really say until that moment of making the decision comes upon them?”

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ ”This week? No.”

► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ “Mm... I have not had one my own, however I was a secret admirer to another one time. Embarrassing to admit.”

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “I have. It was necessary.”

SIX CHOICES ► Love or lust ➔ “I would prefer lust, honestly. Love is complicated. That is all I will say on it.”

► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ “... Tea?”

► Cats or Dogs ➔ “A cat is the least amount of work, although dogs are very loyal. Either or would be nice to have. Wait, this is a choice I must make? Then I say dog.”

► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ “Oh that is a difficult question. If I would have to choose... Many regular friends.’”

► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ “Definitely a wild night out. Something more exciting... but in taste of what I like. Perhaps, though, that is due to my experience of not having enough privacy. A night in would not be bad if I gave it a try, i am sure.”

► Day or night ➔ "Day time.”

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS ► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “Many times. I am not the most delicate in my footsteps, i will admit.”

► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “Both. Although, I will admit, falling down hurts much worse than up.”

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “Yes.”

► Wanted to disappear ➔ “That is how I came to be where I am now, in a way. A very strange way. A foolish way.”

FOUR PREFERENCES ► Smile or eyes ➔ “Eyes. They speak louder.”

► Shorter or Taller ➔ “I do not mind either. Although, I would say I do not like anything dramatic. I would like to see one eye to eye.”

► Intelligence or Attraction ➔  “Intelligence.“

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ “That depends on if it is long term or short term, and just who it is that is the subject.”

FAMILY ► Do you and your family get along ➔  “We get along very well. I miss them dearly.”

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ “I believe I have a normal life... well, no, not normal. But I do not think it is ‘messed up’.”

► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “Hah.”

► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “Well, it depends, I think in the case I was in... I do not know if it would count.”

FRIENDS ► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ “I do have some that I have a... ahem... strong dislike towards back in Ishgard. But, I do not talk to them often, or at all.”

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “There are varying levels.”

► Who is your best friend ➔ “I do not need to name names.”

► Who knows everything about you ➔ “My family.”

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[pyorzea]

Bold what applies to your muse, italicize situational ones.

► ACCENT “country” │ “backwoods” │ “sailor” │ “noble” │ foreign speaker | “The Queen’s English”

► ELOQUENCE educated │ uneducated │ doesn’t use conjunctions │ shortens words │ just makes up their own words! │ old English

► TONE loud │ soft │ room volume │ high pitched │ low pitched │seductive │velvety │ speech impediment │ abrasive │ gruff │ shrill │ booming │ matter-of-fact │ toneless │ husky │gravelly │ breathy │ nasal │ barking │ chatty │ condescending │ musical │ suave │ world-weary │ brash │ authoritative

► HABITS

refers to self in third person plurals │ incorporates different languages/terms/sayings│uses gender-specific terms │ adapts to audience │ changes pitch around animals or children │ shifts tone when lying │ gives others nicknames │uses terms of respect towards others

► VOICE REFERENCE

Speaking - Ranveer Singh [Alauddin Khilji]

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[pywriting]

Prompt 10: “Foster”

The markets were a busy place, and there was all the sounds and smells of wonderful things the stalls sold. Faeravel already had his hands full, a large sack over his shoulder, and yet still, he couldn’t help but stop at various stalls and look at the many different wares.

He’d already been there for hours, and he knew that there were two people busy waiting for him back home. Shifting the goods he had over his shoulder, he felt a tinge of excitement. He’d gotten a good few things for them, and he was certain they’d like it.

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Prompt 9: “Hesitate”

They’d been told not to go out, with all the attacks that had occurred. Every day had the looming threat of another attack. The dragons had grown more bold in the last year or so, and no day felt truly safe.

Even so, the ever-young, and bold, Prisa didn’t heed the warnings enough. In spite of her parents’ worrisome nature, she assured them the school wasn’t that far away, and that she would take the back routes to assure she was in the more central parts of Ishgard rather than the far more ravaged outer walls.

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Prompt 4: Shifting Blame

“I don’t get it.” 

Baju sighs, flopping back against the rock behind her and letting the rope fall from her hands for no other purpose than dramatic effect. Of course, when did she ever try to live her life in any way except “for dramatic effect.”

“I read about it in a book! It was that one that guy with the really smelly feet-”

“His feet were really smelly.” Tali mumbles as Baju steamrolls right over.

“-gave me.”

“Didn’t you steal that book?” 

Both of Baju’s arms flail about for a moment as though trying to dispel that very notion from the air between. “I found it fair and square! Weren’t stealin’. Anyway, it’s totally goin’a work. You’ll see. We just have to be reeeeeeal sneaky and tie the rope around their tail feathers. Then we spook ‘em and they’ll start runnin’ and then the bells will make ‘em think something is still chasin’ ‘em and they’ll run themselves nuts! And the traders will be so confused tomorrow mornin’.”

Tali looks dubiously at the length of rope, then back at her friend, eyes narrowing into a squint. “That doesn’t sound that funny. Sounds kind of, I don’t know. Lame.”

“See, you say this now.” The purple-haired girl leans over, flashing her companion that big, dumb grin she always did. The one that just oozed ‘trust me, I definitely know what I’m talking about.’ She never did. “But they’re goin’a make this noise when they do it, bet. It’s goin’a be great.”

It doesn’t take any more cajoling (it never does) to get Tali to join in, and both girls set to creeping carefully toward the sleeping chocobo. It’s a challenge, of course, to drag the ropes with all the bells attached without waking up the sleeping creatures, but somehow the pair manage to pull it off. Perhaps it’s the copious experience the pair have with skulking about and avoiding the notice of their parents. Perhaps it’s just dumb luck.

To their credit, the girls know how to tie a proper knot. Countless chores setting up tents or helping secure a traveling merchant’s steed or resecuring a drapery they had ruined meant that a simple piece of rope is easily conquered. Of course, Tali doesn’t let Baju bask in her self-satisfaction of a job well done. She’s already retrieving the final phase of the plan - a giant serving platter and a large wooden spoon. 

“Wait.” Tali interjects just as Baju starts to wind up with the spoon, glancing down at the serving platter in her hands. “Won’t we wake people up if it’s really loud?”

“Probably not.” Baju observes with a shrug.

“Probably not.” Her friend echoes. The words are barely out of her lips by the time Baju swings forward, slamming the wooden spoon full force against the platter, eliciting a CRASH that is every bit as loud as Tali feared.

Sure enough, the chocobo awake with a start, immediately breaking into a sprint. Sure enough, the honking, screeching sound the chocobo make is something else entirely, especially as they take off from their resting place and try to flee the cacophonous sounds that refuse to stop following them. Everything goes according to plan for a few blissful, hilarious seconds. 

It’s just when the two girls have doubled over in laughter that the folly of their (not so) carefully laid plan comes to light. Fleeing chocobo don’t particularly care about things like merchant stalls or sleeping tents. In fact, they don’t care about many obstacles at all. In fact, the two giant creatures running from the bells attached to their tales have no compunction about barreling right through half the tents in the Oasis. 

“What is going ON OUT HERE?!” The girls don’t even need to turn to recognize the voice - or most importantly, the anger in the woman’s tone. “Which one of you decided to cause a stampede in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?!”

By the time the two girls spin around to face the oncoming wrath, they’re already both pointing at the other. 

“She did it.”

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Prompt 7: “Forgiven”

Just say you’re sorry. You acted outrageously.

Tali curled up in the plush chair, pouting like a child would. Her ears were pinned down and her tail closely wrapped around her. She was mulling over the words that had been told to her the day prior, still far from happy at the situation.

It was his fault anyway, going around with those kinds of people. He always was like that. And she had meant every word she had said…. at the time.

It was always ‘at the time’ though, wasn’t it? If she sat down and thought about it, then she could easily see that it was her that was at fault. She had no control over his life, and had little-to-no-say in it either. Still, it bothered her. Every time, it bothered her, and she knew exactly why.

She didn’t want him to leave. She didn’t like seeing him leave. Didn’t want to watch as he turned his back and wandered away for months, or more, without even a word to a why or when he’d return… if he’d return. 

But that’s not how it would be in the end, would it? He said he wouldn’t, and she could trust him, couldn’t she? 

He didn’t lie to her. He never lied to her, not when it really came down to it.

She didn’t want him to go.

Just say you’re sorry.

Slowly, she took in a breath, and looked down into her hands where the linkpearl rested. She mulled over it, preparing herself, before finally raising the device back up to her ear. Resting it in place, she would tap into the appropriate frequency, then call out.

“Gaeb?”

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Prompt 5: “Vault”

Time always seemed to slow when Pyrar was up in the air.

The way that she felt the breeze against her cheeks, the sweat chilling her more than the northern air did already. The small loose threads of her hair raising and blowing at the edges of her vision, barely noticed yet seen all the same.

She shifted herself, pushed through the air and twisted her body. Adjusting, as she was trained again and again to do. Arching her back, then kicking forward her legs. Her head looking upwards, yet downwards, at the same time as she kept her target in sight.

Yalms below her, the wood and dirt, her sky turned into the ground. The stone and cloth figure below alone in it’s standing, awaiting the draw of the blade to pierce through it. 

Her lance adjusted in her grip, aimed downwards and straightened out. A wave of aether channeling from the grip and rolling down along to it’s sharpened ends. It washed along her body, strengthening and beginning to pull downwards.

Metallic boots pushed against a solidification of the air, resting to an unseen platform and her knees bent. Muscles worked and the aether grew stronger; the air hued into a purple aura around her.

In one movement, that suspended moment ended, and she sailed downwards. In a flash that struck like a beacon down upon the target, her lance speared through the stone. Cracks formed quickly, spreading through until the aether flowed down into it. Stone shattered and blew outwards in a minor explosion, sailing away from the invading force.

Once more her body twisted, using the force of the lance stuck downwards to adjust and let her feet slide back down upon the ground. A few steps negated the impact further and the lance was drawn from the ground with a hard pull, swinging through the air till it rested back down in it’s rightful place at her side.

Pyrar looked back to the decimated dummy, no longer standing where it had been just moments before. Dust blew away in the winds of Ishgard, leaving only it’s shattered remains.

A grin spread across her lips, her eyes lidding. She never grew tired of that feeling, ever.

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Prompt Four: “Shifting Blame”

She sat atop the long desk’s surface, sideways. One leg folded underneath herself, the other hanging off from the knee-down. It was easier this way; it let her reach up at whim into the endless material of the shelves above her without disrupting any of the space she had been building. A filing box propped up the small of her back, as another rested between her knee and the array of texts Prisa kept in the bottom-most rack. Documents, the majority of which was academia than Runner cases, fanned out in front of her.

She’d call it a favour out loud to be sorting through all of the Doctor’s most recent print-outs, but it wasn’t that. It was not as though she were performing this act for karmic purposes, or to one-up the Ishgardian later.

It was merely… something relaxing. Quiet, and dark, and solitary. The constant thrum of the airship was still a constant, but rarely did anyone else tread near the med-bay, much less to the back-office of it. Not to mention, the metallic flooring and walls in this little room made it run colder than any other room.

She appreciated the cool dimness of it most of all. The rest of the Runner was warm in comparison - in all facets of its energy. It was like walking towards the smouldering fireplace of a living room, or the consumptive orange of sunset breaking through a window. 

The back-office made her think more of the cathartic chill of when the airship was at rest, and all those in the world asleep, and she would stride out onto its deck alone.

For the most part.

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Prompt 4: “Shifting Blame”

“Do you think it’ll actually work?” The little light haired miqo’te asked, her ears turning about, making sure none of the adults strolled up to their little spot, perched on one of the higher ledges.

A darker haired girl sat besides her, pulling at the thick cloth as if to test it herself. “Of course it will! C’mon, it’ll be fun I bet. Besides, this was your idea, wasn’t it?”

“It wasn’t -exactly- my idea.” The light haired girl replied, “How do we even do this? Just slide on down?”

“Probably,” replied the second girl.

“Probably,” echoed the first.

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Prompt 3: “Lost”

The morning had come and gone, midday now well on its journey. There was the smell of food cooking, as meal was prepared and set out.

It wasn’t fresh, but, rather, leftovers from the night before. Still, as the young Faeravel sat down with his tousled hair and his dirty face, he looked all too happy for it. Already greedily gulping down some water and chatting happily with some of the other young men of the tribe that had been working with him in caring for the animals. 

Even so, with such an enjoyable atmosphere, something was bothering the young Kha. As he looked around, he could not spot exactly the person he searched for. There was a slight frown on his face, but he put it past him for a moment, finishing his meal quickly.

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Prompt 2: “Bargain”

“All you have to do is sign right here, and we can have this all sorted out.”

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Prompt 1: “Voracious”

Each and every person has their own desires. 

Power and strength, knowledge, home, or acceptance. All things that some could wish for and achieve. To each their own stories; chapters upon chapters woven together to create that thread of fate that they follow. A guiding stone and drive to each person that pushes them forward.

Each person has their own desires. Each person has their own stories.

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Prompt #01 - Voracious

This is the roegadyn woman’s fourth course. Or is it her fifth? It is difficult to keep track, if not impossible. For every time she finishes a plate, she and her companions order more. They pat their bellies, laugh at one another, complain of how full they have gotten and how they cannot eat anymore, and then they order another round of food and drink in the same breath.

Es’mena sits with them politely. They are ‘high rollers’, as Porchaux so affectionately calls them. They had enjoyed her dance! Enjoyed her voice! They had asked for her to sit with them after the show, and had been denied until the man beside the woman had whispered to the hostess and slipped her an extra bit of gil.

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Prompt #02 - Bargain

With a smile, she carries through the motions. Most of the time. It is always preluded with a firm nod, a cheerful raise of a glass, a flirtatious tilt of the head - something that indicates a response. Once agreed, she seals it with a handshake - not too firm, lest they think she is trying too hard, but not too soft, lest they dismiss her. The bargain is struck.

Then, she runs through any and every way they will try to fuck her over. What is the most likely way. What is the least likely way. It is probably something in between. Gil is synonymous with greed, and in the world of smuggling, there is rarely - if ever - a simple bargain to be struck. Someone must always come out on top.

It is all shit, of course, but that is the mentality. And it is a mentality she has to go along with. She must be one step ahead at all times.

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Prompt #03 - Lost

Copper. Blood tastes of copper. It is in her mouth, seasoned with the salt of the sea and the discomforting crunch of sand between her teeth. She coughs and wretches, rolling weakly onto her side. The sea bubbles its way back up her throat, leaving in its wake the taste of bile. Bile and copper.

She is dizzy and sick to her stomach. She is weak in the limbs and heavy in the head. She feels solid land beneath her, but the world continues to move and sway with waves. It is all disorienting, so disorienting. It is frustrating as well, her inability to push herself up. As soon as she tries, her arms give out and she falls back down with a hacking cough and a groan.

Opening her eyes, she squints against the sting of salt and sand clinging to her lashes. The sun is bright and unforgiving as it beats down on her.

Where am I?

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Prompt#4: Shifting Blame

@sea-wolf-coast-to-coast @pyorzea

“It’s yer fault!”

“It ain’t! Yer the one who was touchin’ things!”

The smell of burning oil and plants wafted through  the building, escaping through the windows that had been thrown open in a panic.Planting his hands on his hips Kir turns to look at Tali, challenging her pout with one of his own.

“Ya messed up dinner! Now we gotta go out ta eat.”

“Oi! Don’ ya be blamin’ me, I did exactly what ya told me ta do!”

The Maelstrom officers would arrive in a few minutes, finding the two young miqo’te standing in the middle of the kitchen as they argued.