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Todhunter Ave., West Sacramento, CA

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Golden Fox Mercenary Training 04/20

In which people were shot, sliced, snarked at and everyone was sorely disappointed to see Lebeaux not get punched in the face by a muscular miqo’te monk.

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Kitsu: A Tale of Tails Part 10

Sneaking out of her new place with her xaela friend at night Bryte made her way back to her own apartment. It’d been a while since she had seen her father and figured a visit was due. Walking inside she looks around and finds her father standing near a table preparing his tea. He turned to look at her and gave a soft welcoming smile.

“Hello, finally decide to come home?” He chirped teasingly, giving her a playful smile before returning his attention to the tea. She walks in and throws herself onto her work station, pulling a locked jewelry case from the shelf in front and bringing them in front of her before answering. “I’ve been resting, I figure you would appreciate that.” She said blankly without looking at Zeke.

“I know, and I did. I told you you work too much.” He gives her a glance but knew she wouldn’t look at him. She had a habit of focusing too much on the task at hand. “Who was your friend? A new girlfriend?” He again teased, a cheerful pitch to his voice for once. 

“No.” She snapped back before he got any ideas. “I’m done with that kind of thing I think.” She leaned back in the chair and sighed, throwing her hands over her eyes and leaning her head over the chair. Zeke turned his head, curious about her behavior. 

After a few moments she resumes her normal posture and thinks a few moments, pulling a key from her pocket and opening the jewelry case, which didn’t have jewels inside but a potion bottle. The liquid in the vial was unbelievably pale; it had a soft humming glow to it and it almost sparkled inside due to its ingredients. Her father knew what was inside, so didn’t question her taking the cork from the top and throwing the mixture back to down the entire thing in a few big gulps.

She sighed with a pained expression; Smacking her lips at the awful taste as she carefully placed the bottle back inside the case. Her eyes glowed subtly and her body seemingly began steaming with a soft, gray aura. She pulled one of her sleeves up and watched as her natural healing repaired the burns on her arms almost immediately before her eyes. She sighs, throwing her hands in her lap, closing her eyes.

They sat in silence a while. Zeke knew he hit a nerve with his teasing. She was still heartbroken, and that wasn’t something she could fix with a potion, or magic; Despite her want for such a thing. 

Without her asking, he pours her a cup of tea and brings the cup over on a small plate, placing it in front of her with a soft, reassuring smile before returning to his seat to enjoy his tea. 

He was learning about her slowly, but he almost had no influence in the way she was now that the world had made her. 

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Rathien’s Nameday 03/31

“A nameday is a celebration of one’s continued existence on this wretched plane and a survival through another turn of its miseries. It calls for the sort of good cheer, merry making and carrying on that requires and entire sennight’s worth of confessions to absolve after the day is done. Why, in my youth, I would drag the occasion out for two or three days. Yet here you are letting yours go to waste.” - Lebeaux Desrosiers, on the importance of namedays

Thank you to everyone who showed up to make sure the Golden Fox’s resident cinnamon-roll-kitty was surrounded by good people on his big day.

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Into the Great Green Yonder 03/11

The Golden Fox Tradehouse’s mini-army of mercenaries (mainly medics) were hired by Lumina Okochi to accompany her and several of her comrades to Azys Lla to salvage Allagan medical equipment. The group gathered in Ishgard, to the discomfort of many, for a quick briefing before they boarded one of the few airships bold enough to fly into the unknown of the Allagan skies.

Almost immediately upon arrival the retinue was set upon by several security bits ‘guarding’ the entrance to the lab they intended to raid. The mercenaries were used to fighting enemies of a slimier, less mechanical nature and as such it was a bit of a rough start. Yet through perseverance and a few lucky shots the bits were cleared and the door opened.

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The rag-tag band of mercenaries, researchers and medics chattered amongst themselves almost nervously as they started for the ominous doors leading to deep within the Allagan laboratories. It had been a close call with those bits and some of the more superstitious could call it an omen of ill fortune to color the rest of the excursion. While they disappeared into the darkness of the long-abandoned labs one of their number hung back.

Lebeaux Desrosiers waited until the last of them was out of sight. There were no shouts for him to catch up or reminders over the linkpearl that it was best to stay with the group. While he normally would have been ruffled and perhaps a bit offended that he was so easily overlooked, this time it worked in his favor. The weighted staff he carried was hefted onto his shoulder as the medic turned on his heel and walked in the opposite direction. Away from the yawning doorway into Allagan mysteries and instead towards the edge of the floating island.

He stood there in silence for several moments, staring up at the floating centerpiece of Azys Lla in reverential awe. The Flagship. It was even more hideous than he could have imagined, did the Allagans care nothing for aesthetics? Nonetheless that was his true destination. The ‘final resting place’ for the late Archbishop and the Heavensward. The corners of his calm smile quirked, bemused, as he exchanged the Tradehouse’s pearl for a different one. Brushing fingertips against it to activate it.

“I’ve arrived.” He spoke quietly against the thin atmosphere. “Don’t keep me waiting.” He lowered his hand and turned to cast one more glance in the direction that the rest had gone. Perhaps he should have left a note… but it seemed like the sort of organization where unexplained absences for several suns were an accepted risk of doing business. They would manage without him for a while. If they didn’t, what was the worst that could happen...

...Just a few less mouthy, ungrateful heathens to babysit.

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