#juliet bertram

[twofaced-xiv]

i just love her your honor 

[eights-of-spades]

Masquerade Brawl:

You can tell a lot about a person by what’s in their pockets. You can tell more by what’s in their shoes...

What’s better for team building exercises? Trust falls and kumbayah or bare-knuckled, no-holds-barred brawling? When it’s a rag-tag team of would-be criminals with mysterious motives then it’s most certainly the latter.

The Charlatan arranged an exciting little get together out in Southern Thanalan; ditching the straightforward arena method for a variety of landscapes in a small area. Rocks, ridges, desert sand and even a water hazard. The crew was gathered and paired off to blow off a little steam as well as getting to know each other a little better in the common language of thinly veiled aggression.

Aurum and Outlaw squared off, rather than simply standing around posing menacingly at each other they tried their best at first to keep it clean. Unfortunately for them and their codes of honor Felicia and Frey were facing off simultaneously in a battle that quickly devolved into kicks up to Thal, pocket sand and ‘breast crimes’. While Frey was eventually taken down with a violent de-shoeing the shenanigans spilled over into the other fight, with said crimes being enough to distract Outlaw into a blushing mess that was taken down by an opportunistic Aurum.

Slick and Knave were up next to take on the winners, having to leave their comfortable makeshift snackbar with Charlatan. Slick went head to head with the boot-bandit Felicia to avenge the fallen Frey, showing her a few tricks of her own with a deadly use of shoe-fu. Meanwhile Aurum had to deal with Knave’s showboating antics and saliva-based tricks. While the fights were fierce, Felicia was too powerful despite sandy cleavage and the questionably-good doctor was taken down. Aurum was eventually forced to yield or risk a loogie being dripped on bare skin.

By that time the day as well as the excess energy had run out, allowing Charlatan to skate by without a round. This time...

Charlatan: @guttergodsknife

Knave: @eights-of-spades

Aurum: @atomicdeke

Outlaw: @the-wanted-man

Felicia: @twofaced-xiv

Frey: @sola-ffxiv

Slick: @lazne-of-the-urit

((OOC: Special Thanks to @lazne-of-the-urit for additional screenshots))

[twofaced-xiv]

“Me, take a vacation? That’s funny! You’re funny.”

poc wol week day 1: vacation taken by @eligos-venator! 

[twofaced-xiv]

“I’m not mad! Just ... disappointed.  Wholly, severely, and entirely disappointed - with you.” 

[twofaced-xiv]

“There’s no place like home, no really. It’s a good thing. The sand is insufferable!” 

poc wol week day 2: home

[twofaced-xiv]

“Day one of my field expedition. I’ve happened upon a very strange location! It’s dry, smelly.. and there seems to be no sign of intelligence anywhere..”

poc wol week day 3: adventure

[twofaced-xiv]

“What do you mean ‘go get changed’? Black is a very professional color! Well I-.. *sigh* Listen, it’s either this or a burlap sack, so suck it up. I had enough gil this moon for either The History of the Fist or a silk skirt, I don’t think I have to inform you which I chose.” 

poc wol week day 3: dress to impress

[eights-of-spades]

A Joker’s Shuffle: Shorthanded Part 2

Upon reaching the upper floors of the mansion, the crew was rejoined by Felica. While the others had been busy rubbing elbows and creating a diversion she had been busily mapping out the upper floors. It was a simple enough matter to find where they were supposed to be going but far more difficult to get there. 

They were blocked by a strange security system. While they had previously lifted a key they soon found, after Frey’s suggestion, that the scanner could be interrupted by dumping a convenient pot overtop of it. Knave proved to have less of an aether signature than a dinner roll and was therefore able to sneak up close enough to drop the pot into place. The crew was then free to move on.

Using a tip found hastily scribbled on a note dropped into Knave’s pocket, Aurum managed to trip a clock-puzzle-lock, opening the secret staircase that comes standard-issue in any self-respecting villains personal lair. 

From there chaos ensued as the crew was unable to crack a safe. Seeing no other option, the crew decided that the only option left to them was to blow the safe and run. Knave remained in the secret room with Remy to rig the explosives while the others left to start looting. They were nearly cut off from their prizes by wandering guards but a twist of fate and one overly-dramatic socialite with champagned spilled on his beautiful dress (again) saved their chance to grab whatever they could land their grubby paws on.

Documents destroyed, paintings grabbed, haunted music boxes looted and one terrible prize (that only Aurum was mad enough to touch) taken... all in all a job well pulled.

@guttergodsknife @bootanicals @atomicdeke @sola-ffxiv @twofaced-xiv