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Nowhere to run to, baby, nowhere to hide Got nowhere to run to, baby, nowhere to hide

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( Disclaimer. This is a collab between the player behind Aelwin Cooper and I. Bold myself and italics @tendrokos   )

Several days later, a body washed up on the shores of Vesper Bay, there was no movement of signs of life. The small form laid on their back. As you got closer to the small form it was a woman who was slightly injured but just enough to cause unconsciousness. What was striking about her hair? It’s stark white. The waves splashed over her body as she lay on the beach. 

He mulled around Vesper Bay, one of the few times he had the freedom to venture just a bit outside of Ul’dah. Aelwin took a deep breath of the salty sea air, a somewhat foreign smell. Knowing only the smell of blood and sweat as he fought for his own life in the glatorian arena. His hard gaze scanning the sands of the beach, taking in the view. His eyes settled on the figure of a woman, seemingly lying unconscious. Half her body pushed out of the water by the waves. He didn’t waste any time, jumping onto the soft sand as he moved his way over to her. Hoping he wasn’t too late. His form kneeling over her as he tried to stir her away, a soft shake of her shoulder. 

A small groan escaping through her throat. However, there wasn’t much a stir to her. She has been in the water for days. However, once close to her, whoever would visibly see she was hurt. A cut on her leg, stab wound on left arm, and her clothing barely on her body. She laid there unable to move or even wake up. She clearly is in need of medical attention. There was no form of identification on her body but there was a strange seal wrapped around her wrist. That seal indicated she was some of importance. The waves continued to splash on her body. 

Her groan was reassurance enough that she was still alive, taking notes of her injuries to gauge how bad they were. Knowing he possessed little skill in mending, he thought better to try and get her into the bay to get help. He slowly, with great care, took his arm under her back. The other arm going under her knees as he would gently try to lift her off the beach. Her small size and weight little concern compared to his own strength. Holding her close against his chest as he moved across the sands as quickly as he could, without moving her too much. Seeking to find an inn and help to heal her wounds. 

He made his way into the bay, moving as fast as he could to the nearest inn. He stopped at the front desk, a tilt of his head in greeting to the clerk behind it. “I am in need of a room, and someone who is skilled at healing these injuries.” His head motioning to the unconscious women in his hold. “I will pay you when I can set her down in a bed.” The clerk, a young midlander, widened his eyes at the sight. A quick nod from him as he moved from behind the desk. “Right this way sir. I’ll send someone over to help.” He stammered, leading them to a small room near the front of the hallway. He opened the door for Aelwin, since he had no free hands to do it himself. He would enter the room, being quick to lay the woman gently into the bed in the corner. As he laid her down. The conjurer's in the area started to work on her wounds. They stripped her of the tattered clothing and turned to him. “Could you give us some privacy? “ A small nod to them. As the conjurer held up her arm to start the healing process. She moaned out in pain but quickly fell back into a deep slumber. It took a few hours to prep and clean her wounds, dressing them and then setting her body still. “Okay if you wish to sit with her you can. If not you a free to leave.” A conjurer opened the door of her the woman laying on a bed. She was covered by a sheet. There was an indication of bandaging around her arm. 

He slowly made his way back into the room, seeing that they made good work of patching her up. He took out a small bag of gil, making sure to pay the conjurer’s as they left him. Giving the rest of the money to the clerk as thanks for his help. He made his way into the room, closing the door behind him. Taking a chair from the desk as he set it near the edge of the bed, taking a seat. He watched her for a minute, wondering how she ended up the way he found her. But after some time, he would reach out and try to stir her awake. A soft shake on her shoulder once again. Not a word being said. She sat straight up with a scream. “Ahhh!” heavy breathing afterward. She looked around as her head hurt. The blanket that was covering up slid down. She looked over to him. “Who..” she stammered out words. “Are you?”  Ty’ries grabbed her head. She laid down back down on the bed. Her body ached and she felt like a stampede of chocobos’ ran her over. Her eyes shut for a moment. “What in the hell?” she had confusion in her voice. She sat back up swinging her legs off the bed but falling face-first on the ground. A single word escaped her throat. “Fuck.” she began to crawl back to the bed. Ty’ries was not aware of the state or shape of her condition. 

Her right hand grabbed the bed frame she pulled herself up. She sat on the bed still naked from her surgeries. She looked down a snort escaped her lips. She grabbed her blanket covering up. “How, what, I am so confused. “ she looked at the man looking at her as if he saw a trainwreck happened in front of him. 

Alewin would jerk back in his chair, surprised at how fast she shot up from her unconscious state. Watching her as she stumbled out of the bed, only for her to crawl back in. He made no attempt to help, as the blanket keeping her covered fell off her form, kept him from touching her. Not wanting to upset her more. As she settled back into the bed, throwing the blanket back over her figure, his own tensed body relaxed. He gave a sigh as he tried to explain to her his reason for being there. “My name is Aelwin Cooper. I was out here in the bay, and saw you unconscious and wounded on the beach. I rushed you to the inn here to make sure you were properly healed.” His own gaze avoiding her as he explained. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I can leave if you wish. Your room is paid for and you are free to rest here as long as you like.”

She laid back down in her bed. “I owe you gil.” she looked around “but as you can see I have nothing on me.” The miq’ote looked at him blinking her different colored eyes. “Thank you for getting out of the bay.” she looked tired as she swam for days. “Now. I need to my ass to get up and walk.” she uncovered her feet trying to wiggle her toes. However, due to the trauma, her toes would not wiggle on their own. She looks at her toes. “Do you mind staying?” she asked as she looked toes. “Wiggle your toe.” There was nothing. “I need help getting back to my place so I can give you back what I owe you.” she talked to him and her toe at the same time. 

Ty’ries needed to start walking again before the Garlean empire finds out she’s alive and well. “Wiggle your toe.” she gives her feet an eye. Her right pinky toe moved a bit. She smiled. “Good.” she laid in her bed. “I need clothes. I am sure you’ve seen a naked gal before but if not. Hi.” She concentrated on her toes to wiggle. “Name is Ty’ries Wraithsong.”  She sat trying to get her body to work. “What say you?” she asked looking up. 

to be continued..

[acinarian]

The Two Ends of the Spectrum

Acinarian sat at the table in the local place in the Underscity, his form slumped against the chair in a lazy fashion. He was bored, carelessly spinning a fork on his hand, watching the people and Forsaken mill around the large underground tunnels. He slid a hand across the air, not really caring how he looked to others. My these Wolves took their time getting to meetings. 

His attire was rather fancy, draped across his small, skinny form as he waited for his contact to arrive. His blonde hair was well kept, flowing down his shoulders and back. He was sporting a rather unusual mustache, the ends twirled. His face young but sharp, his eyes switching colors at random as he watched the people. Every few blinks the color would change completely, sometimes mixed colors.

His eyes shifted as he saw a new face step into the small room, he was fully dressed in tan, white and black. A blank faced mask covering what would have been his actual face. Four floating balls of Fel at the mans back. Arc stopped spinning the fork, rolling his eyes. This must be one of the officers from the Wolves, else he wouldn’t be so uptight. 

He watched the man as he scanned the room, the masking looking to Arc. After less then a second the man made his way to the small table, his mask watching Arc the whole time. 

“I believe you are the one named Arc, are you not?” The warlock ask, his voice smooth and charming. Arc could figure the man out faster then he would learn his name. Arc gave a large, cheeky grin. Tossing the fork carelessly out of sight. He winked, blinking to now crouch on top the table. His head tilted as he peered up at the warlock.

“I could be! But how would you know?” Arc laughed out. He quickly stood up on the table, bowing oddly to the man. “But since you guessed right on the first try I guess I could give you this one!” He grinned, blinking back to his seat, his hand waving to the other chair. “Come now, come now! Have seat! I want to hear more about these Wolves!”     

The warlock stood there for a second, no doubt thinking to himself. After a bit he moved to sit in the opposite seat, folding his hands into his lap. “Your letter informed me that you perhaps wished to join the Wolves. If you forgot my name is Lord Tendrokos Sunsworn. I am one of the officers in the guild. I already know your name.” Tendrokos kept his gaze on the mage, his mask blank as it always would be.

Arc snorted, waving a hand in the air rather dismissively. “Don’t tell me a Sunsworn is in a mercenary guild! You can do better then that!” He rocked back and forth a bit in his seat, a smile never leaving his face as he watched the man. “That’s right! Right indeed! I wish to join, but you all are probably out fight no? I don’t do fighting, how horrible!” He made a sarcastic sad face before laughing again. “You don’t perhaps have an option to work as say a interrogator? I like nothing more then to push someone until they snap!” 

Tendrokos gave a sigh as the man talked, shaking his head slightly. “I am only a Sunsworn by blood. My ideas and thoughts are without my houses influence.” He nodded as Arc mentioned an interrogator. “There is a group like that. The Seekers are a group of both interrogators and diplomats. I am the leader of that group. If you are looking for less fighting and more information gathering, I highly recommend the Seekers.”  Tendrokos sat back, probably in an attempt to be farther away from Arc. Seems he was almost scared by how crazy he seemed. 

Arc slammed his hands onto the table, creating a loud band as he stood up to look at Tendrokos. “That. Sounds. Perfect! Oh splendid, splendid!” He tilted his head at the warlock, grinning. “Which means I will have to take orders from you! I do hope you give me things to do, I hate being bored Mr. Sunsworn.” He continued to stand, causally rubbing his mustache with a smile as he waited for Tendrokos to respond. 

Tendrokos gave another small sigh, pulling out a small marking device as he tapped the area behind the ear. “If you wish to join, I expect you to respect me and the others. Especially the other officers and the General. Should you fail to do that or follow orders, you will be punished. Understand?”  His voice was calm, but stern as he expected an answer back from the rather unruly mage. 

Arc smirked, his eyes changing green as he blinked over onto the table once again, crouched, his face this time a few inches from Tendrokos face. “No worries! I always follow orders! As for respect you can expect that to. Yes indeed!” Arc understood Tendrokos motion and shifted his head to show the skin behind his ear. As Tendrokos placed the marking device on his neck, he chuckled, feeling the sting and the burn as the snowflake was branded onto his skin. After Tendrokos removed the gun, he winked, blinking back to his seat. His arms resting on the table as he looked at him once again. “So what now? Mr. Boss man?” 

Tendrokos replaced the gun back into the folds of his robe, snapping his fingers. On Arcs side of the table would appear a neatly folded tabard, fel smoke falling off it as it appeared. Tendrokos motioned to it. “That is your fangs, you are expected it wear it at all meeting or when you are representing the guild.” He tapped to his ear next. “As for your comm, I will give it to you tomorrow as I have just created a new one for the guild to use. I am releasing it tomorrow to the whole guild, you should come. Meet the others.”

Arc looked down at the tabard, his eyes wide as they now glowed blue. He picked it up, nodding with haste. “Oh lovely, lovely! This will go perfect with my robe!” He chuckled, tossing the thing over his shoulder. He folded his arms, tilting his head at the warlock. “If you say so. I’ll pop in, say my hellos. What fun, what fun! You will let me know when the real fun starts yes!?”  

Tendrokos gave a nod. “I will be sure to let you and the others know when something comes up. But I need to give you the new comm tomorrow or else I will have a hard time reaching you again.” The warlock stood up, straightening his robe before nodding to Arc. “I will see you around Arc, try to stay out of trouble.” With that Tendrokos began to fade, his body being striped away into fel as he was soon vanishing. 

Arc waved rather sarcastically at the warlock. “Bye Bye! Don’t worry about me!” He laughed as the warlock completely vanished, standing up and running out of the small room. He started humming as he slowed to a walk, bouncing around Undercity. 

Odd little man isn’t he.

[wildblades]

Story - The Morning After

I awoke to the sounds of birds singing, and knew I was in the wrong place.

Flash, bang, blackness...That's all I remember.

Moving to my elbows, pain scored at my chest, but when I moved my hand to where the pain was, there was nothing there. Strange.

It still felt tight as I moved to sit up, then saw the letter next to my bed and, as I read it, it all came crashing back.

Flash, bang, blackness.

Anger began to boil within me, hot and searing. The bitch had shot me! And for what? For following orders?

Throwing the sheets aside, I moved to stand and would have fell to my face if I had not caught the nightstand. At least the General made it, that was a plus.

Though my leathers were covered in blood, I was quick to put them on. There was much to do, much to think on. Why did that fight break out as it did? But as I thought it over, it really wasn't that big of a surprise.

Tensions were already high from the meeting prior the ritual. Why did the General invite them all to go with her? Didn't she realize how shit would rain?

Nearly got me killed in the process. Her lack of forethought.

But was more, was Aya. Why? Because of my part through the job? Like she hadn't done worse.

She had nearly killed Cin and Dey just a few weeks before. Evidently, removing the device from her heart had no affect on her mental state.

Did she do it on her own? Or was it something her family triggered?

Does it matter? She tried to kill another member of the Wolves. The girl was dangerous.

Finding a basin and pitcher, I poured some water and washed my face, hoping it would bring clearer thoughts. But none came. The anger was still there.

I wouldn't be able to judge anything rationally like this… I needed time, time to calm down. Tonight. Hopefully by tonight things will be as they should.

With one last look around Ten's place, and smirked at the sight of the floating book, never realizing how sentimental the warlock still was.

"Tonight then… Tonight, Fen. Tonight things will change, and gods I pray for the better."

I left then, intentions of finding my own bed and perhaps Fox would be there, or Kelah. I needed one or the other to talk things out, hopefully for the better.