#mammets

[morganali-art]

Just a silly thing.

[amdapor-keep]

i loved the wind-up wol twitter trend honestly

[placesyoucallhome]

do your crewmates like have specials chores they do? cause i was just sitting here imagining q'ruhka running out to the firmament to bang out more lamp posts and lust just hands him a bento for lunch.

Kind of? Mostly NPCs at the moment but-

Nerys, and no that isn't her real name, but she totally wasn't an excommunicated pirate or anything either, is Ruhka's mining retainer. She's generally heavy lifting and intimidation, as is needed, and maybe taking out a few kneecaps. She's also good to be a bartender at the drop of a hat, and is the only one besides Ruhka that the mammets listen to.

Rikuto is Ruhka's botanist retainer, who also generally takes care of the books and information trade. Ruhka got him out of what amounted to indentured servitude he'd tripped into as a kid being an orphan in Shirogane. He ends up cooking when Ruhka can't, usually, and keeps the yards in line.

The mammet brigade, Steve, Hiko, Alex, and Quinn, are actually usually the pilots of the ships, especially for routine trips. They also take care of basic maintenance of the ships, though the bigger projects are left to Ruhka and Canum. Admittedly they also end up needing to clean up after those two as well. They have their quirks though, Steve's voice processor is damaged so he only really speaks in static, Hiko is excitable and just a little bit of a pyromaniac, Alex is very shy and soft spoken, and Quinn is the equivalent of an angsty preteen. They all chose their own colors when they got repaired, and names in most cases. Node, who's leaning towards being named Lark, is of course included, and Ruhka is working on a more mobile option for them.

Other NPCs being my alts, kinda sorta are and aren't considered crew. Canum is an engineer, Salt is research, Hazard is muscle, and Corbeau is contacts.

Lust is, of course, Ruhka's first mate, and as it so happens, I have a thing to write--

[crocochoo]

OH NOES! The Mammets!! They bullied me! >.< 

[heavens-light-and-hells-ice]

Letter to Sasamu

To Miss Sasamu Samu at the Dufresne Bellworks Ul'dahn branch office this letter be delivered, directly and with discretion.

Right worthy miss, I greet you well, with prayers that you and all yours remain in good health and spirits. I write to let you know that, after our conversation of a few nights past, I took the liberty of contacting an old friend of mine whose family have very long been practitioners and teachers of the astrological arts and is uniquely positioned to present a comprehensive and unbiased assessment of its state in Ishgard today. If you remain curious about the reliability and applications of that tradition, I am sure he or his son would be happy to answer your questions; pray do not be fearful of imposing upon them, as theirs are warm and open hearts, ready to form new friendships with outsiders of like goodwill.

But more than that, I pick up my pen today to communicate to you some further thoughts on the state of young ø. I admit my knowledge of your field was to that point so meager that I had never really put much thought to its kind and the ethical questions that surround them; when you laid out the problem before me I confess I was astounded and alarmed. The creation of tireless workers of mere animal intelligence, while also not without ethical considerations, is one thing, but the possibility of such workers evolving to an intelligent awareness similar to that of a Spoken child is certainly disturbing. Of course some may argue that their state would not be equivalent to slavery if, upon becoming aware, they elected to remain employed by their masters -- but I continue to feel uneasy, as I picture now the goldsmith building them such that they report only cheerfulness no matter the situation and am unconvinced such happy bondage would not still be bondage.

But another thought occurred to me, impelled by your confession that the source of a core's special properties are not quite understood and might be due less to the artisan’s process than to the raw materials as the process employed by the artisan: mayhap the Twelve created that mysterious mineral and buried it beneath the earth to sleep in wait of a refiner’s hand, a craftsman to build it a nimble bodies and eyes with which to see, a teacher to guide it slowly along a path that from the beginning it was meant to take. Mayhap there has always been, slumbering within those stones, a people who were ever meant to be born with the help of other Spoken.

If this be true -- though of course this be just the fancy of a man whose education never included quite such obcure details of natural philosophy -- then mayhap what you and ø represent is no threat against the natural order of things at all, but rather a partnership that the gods long ago predestined. If so, then your responsibility, mayhap, is not to stunt its development in fear of creating a conscious being, but to guide it, kindly and carefully, into an independent personhood, as a father or mother ought. Of course there have been many entrusted with such responsibilities in the past who gravely abused their charges, such as the soulless empire of the Allagans; even today many ordinary mothers and fathers, whose children were created from their own flesh, fail to shepherd them responsibly and are tempted to cruelty and selfishness. And even those whose intentions are only good sometimes stumble -- it is no easy or trivial duty. Yet, from what I know of you, worthy miss, I would never expect carelessness or cruelty of you; indeed, if this is the path ø has begun to take, I can think of no one better suited to walk alongside than the one who has already stepped forward as its guardian, advocate, and teacher.

But I understand that not all may be as sanguine as I am at the thought of you knowingly participating in this development; pray rest assured that, while I keep no secrets from my lady, I will not relay our conversations to anyone in the Artisan division without your permission.

No more to you at this time but prayers for the health of you and all your loved ones and a reaffirmation that you are ever welcome at our home, should you ever wish to take tea and enjoy the sights of the Pillars again. May the Fury have you and all yours in Her keeping.

Written at — on this the fifteenth sun of the Fifth Astral Moon of the eleventh year of the Seventh Umbral Era.

Yours faithfully, Rosaire Ledigne

(( @mostdangerouspotato ))

[crocochoo]

Late night Mammet concert...

The love of my life is the one in purple... Mammet Vierte, how I love you so! At the bottom is the conductor, Mammet Dreizehnte

[zovis]

They just gave me a recipe for an iron hatchet.