#jitsuyo

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I finally spoke with Miss Jitsuyo. She was trying to give up and I just will not allow it. No matter her past or anguish. She is a person with a soul. While she has made poor choices...they are the past. I am just happy she has agreed to eat. R’owan the amazing new hire on the ship has been taking care of her and I am arranging a meal plan. It is the first step. I just need to calmly explain things to Lucien.

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Journal Entry

8th Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon

The ship left Ishgard, destined for tailfeather. It was to be a simple assignment where the residents there required our aid in managing some wrangling and seeing to some injured animals.

The groups split into three at Miss Kat took a few more agile sorts to catch birds, Garinn, our Sargent-at-Arms took a more marshal group out to grab a few more and I took those injured or more knowledgeable to see to the stable where reports of injured birds came to us. 

I had Corsa’ir, Kayne, Jun, and Jitsuyo with me. I figured it would be simple enough. Corsa’ir would be kept from harm, Kayne could protect us and the others could help me sort things out. 

We figured out through looking into the grain bin and running into a terrified stable boy that the sick and dying chocobo were poisoned by a disgruntled man. Not only that, but the witness said he saw the man kill another man who caught him. 

The boy led us to a direction int he woods, not far from the village to where a man had camped. 

Now...I will be wholly clear. This entire time Jitsuyo was huffing, sitting, undermining our work, wandered off and came back in time to call us children and stupid. But then it only got worse.

As we approach, Corsa’ir broke on ahead to talk to the man. Clearly, this wasn’t a sound idea as he began to look paranoid...but where I was Jitsuyo just sat down and basically stopped addressing any of us as people. We became nothing to her. That is when gunfire rang out.

The four of us moved to handle the madman who began to spray bullets around. Kayne jumped on him and Cor pulled his lance...a poor decision with his injury. They fought the man with Jun summoning his carbuncle and finishing him off with said carbuncle flying through the air on fire. 

All said and done the man died, we returned to the ship and the Captain was told of Jitsuyo’s behavior. They are on warning. I cannot believe their ideas of honor are to verbally harm and dishonor all those around them. They are a joke.

And in all of this, she insulted Arik. It was the nail in the proverbial coffin. His rage almost consumed him and the lot of us spent the entire night in the sparring room and his raged and pounded against all that would fight him. In the end, it was Mafrea who beat him into sanity. Rose, myself, Arik and Mafrea then retired to the bunk room and just sequestered ourselves for some time. It was solemn but nice. We aren’t together enough anymore.

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Journal Entry

3rd Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon

I went to the Boondoggle as a supportive friend does. That and it’s become my retreat, even when it isn’t open. Corsa’ir seems fine with my presence there. 

It was a regular night. Mafrea was absent, which is good seeing as I am still perturbed with him. Arik and Rosette managed to finally make it. Catherina was there being her lovely self. 

While bantering on subjects I wish I did not bring up...Miss Jitsuyo had apparently violated Corsa’ir’s personal quarters above. He beseeched me to intervene and help his lady friend, ‘not girlfriend’ Katilin, remove her. I went up and did what I could. She was convinced Corsa’ir was some strange person. Called everyone criminals. It was frustrating. I don’t understand much of what she is attempting to do. 

But that was interrupted by a bar fight downstairs that turned very vicious. Two people teamed up on a Miqo that is somehow tied to Captain Kell and Lady Sateera. S’ira is his name. I tended to him and then spent the rest of the evening feeling a little lost. Maybe the strange vacuum Aster left is having a bigger effect. I just wanted to remain with Corsa’ir, but he pushed me off to handle whatever was happening. 

So I went home. But first passing down a familiar street I keep feeling drawn to...

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A Trip to the Market

Seeing that Lady Saterra Nightweave, my business partner, had been poking about the Dark Market after its public showing, I felt obligated to rescue her from herself if she got into any trouble. We’d learned about this place when they had a reception for those in the know within the underworld. Basically, they were showing off their wares, which in this case are people who’ve been stripped of all rights.

I know little of the trade, but my instincts tell me that selling people requires overseers of a very ruthless disposition. In short, they’re dangerous. Who might walk within those doors and never come back out? Of course, I hardly think even they would kidnap Saterra. Being a monetarist, she’s too well connected for such. Still, I felt underworld organizations are more in my realm, and so I checked into them.

My cover to visit the place was to peruse the wares for a potential purchase. My attempts at elicitation failed, as the attendant I talked to was simply too well trained not to speak of the Market in any way. Worried that any obvious investigation might bring me into danger, I set up a demo of the attendant and requested a trainer be present so I could ask them questions. I said I didn’t mind if others attended. This would allow me the opportunity to see who else was involved in this trade and seek a weak link from whom to elicit information.

My first surprise was that Saterra and Evaleigh had found out about my little expedition and crashed it. Saterra looked disappointed in me, perhaps because I hadn’t told her I was checking on her. They brought Trint as a guard, and I had Jitsuyo with me, perhaps making it look like a full-blown reception for the Duskwatch. They had a trainer with the attendant to be demo’ed, and the rest of those present were other attendants. 

I asked the trainer if the attendant on display had any skills that could be used for espionage He said no and that she was the wrong attendant to be looking at for such skills. He did, however, agree to provide me a list. The second surprise came when an attendant messed up with a minor task, and the trainer jested that he should offer her services to me for free. I accepted, which surprised everyone, I think. We could certainly use the help with bar tending and such at the Rosethorn Manor, and I had noticed that this attendant could use magic.

As a bonus, we found out that this attendant we’d been given had a different trainer whom we met on the way out of the facility. I’d say the night was quite successful, as I’d built additional contacts with whom to follow up. We’d considered the Market as a potential partner when we needed reach in the north or when we needed their talents for locating people, being in a position to offer information or gil to them in exchange. Indeed, Saterra had already used them to help her with a petty act of revenge against a rival monetarist. 

We shall see where this all leads, but we cannot forget they are dangerous.

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The team that went into the mend bending hell fight against the fear voidsent. Pictures by @gunslingermiqo @sleepy-mage

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Journal Entry

12th Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon

Last night I had a long conversation with Corsa’ir. About the bar incident, a few personal matters and Jitsuyo.

I have promised to stay near the safety of the ship in case Brauner actually tries to bother to live up to his promised threat. I really do not believe myself in danger. But Corsa’ir’s worry is heartening and shows his care. So I will do as he asks. 

The other part that bothers me is that I have agreed to let a week pass before reporting Jitsuyo’s insubordinate and disruptive behavior. He swears there is something redeemable with how she treats others poorly and is the biggest hypocrite I have ever met. I have done my best to avoid her, but she has hurt so many and caused so much doubt that I will never trust her.