The Aether Flows

[A Muti-Muse Blog for FFXIV]

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Happy Beach Day!

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@Histy

“You know the first steps to recovery is to admit you have a problem yo! And trust me lady, you got lots!” Rekin’ir holler back with a cheeky grin.

[cloakanddaggermage]

She stared, face completely blank. “I get my objectives done and I protect those that are mine I don’t give a shit ‘bout how ‘problematic’ my methods are since they actually work.”

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“Right. You work on that.” Rekin’ir pouts. “Buuuuuuut I bet the chiefs loves you in the kitchen cause your determination cuts me to the bones yo!”

[cloakanddaggermage]

Well, that earned him a blink. “I never thought I would hear such a piss poor excuse for a pun yet here I am. I think even Nero would be ashamed at how bad that was… And bad in a bad way not in a good way.”

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“Well I’m the baddest thing in this alley way so. I guess I win!”

[diaarchive]

theaetherflows:

“Ehhhhh? Contract? But you’re totally exhibiting all of the signs of an awful lung infection… And what’s a binding contract anyway? Those things they make you sign as a sort of agreement that everyone knows no one actually would follow?”

Rekin’ir, confused at Dia’s mirth tilted his head to the side in confusion.

“And that’s r00d yo. I was being serious in my offer in attempting to cure your illness.”

        〝 I have neither… the breath nor the effort required… to explain to you what it is. 〞

Would he have actually tried to explain it to him if he was any better? The chances were slim that he would take Dia seriously, and even if he did would the kid actually try to help or just do as he pleased again? It was a choice, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to make the potentially  bad decision to go through with it.

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“Well you can just write it down instead of talking. And dude, seriously, you need to get up from the blood puddle. You’re starting to creep my assistant out and I pay too much for that useless waste of space to lost him for the month.”

Said assistant give one more flat stare at her employer before heading back into the Alchemist guild.

“Does it have anything to do with that magic babble things those five creepy fuckers down in the Black Mage Guild do? Cause even I can’t save you from joining a cult yo.”

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@Histy

“You know the first steps to recovery is to admit you have a problem yo! And trust me lady, you got lots!” Rekin’ir holler back with a cheeky grin.

[cloakanddaggermage]

She stared, face completely blank. “I get my objectives done and I protect those that are mine I don’t give a shit ‘bout how 'problematic’ my methods are since they actually work.”

[theaetherflows-blog]

“Right. You work on that.” Rekin’ir pouts. “Buuuuuuut I bet the chiefs loves you in the kitchen cause your determination cuts me to the bones yo!”

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@Histy

“You know the first steps to recovery is to admit you have a problem yo! And trust me lady, you got lots!” Rekin’ir holler back with a cheeky grin.

[diaarchive]

theaetherflows:

“Then please let me examine whatever that stricken you and let me develop a sort of remedy for it Yo!” Rekin’ir squeals with sunshine, rainbow and butterflies in the background.

What breath he could manage came out in something that probably sounded like a chuckle, but it was something he really couldn’t help given the offer that had been made.

        〝 When you find… the remedy for binding contracts… let me know. 〞

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“Ehhhhh? Contract? But you’re totally exhibiting all of the signs of an awful lung infection... And what’s a binding contract anyway? Those things they make you sign as a sort of agreement that everyone knows no one actually would follow?”

Rekin’ir, confused at Dia’s mirth tilted his head to the side in confusion.

“And that’s r00d yo. I was being serious in my offer in attempting to cure your illness.”

[cloakanddaggermage]

Yes, she’s growling. Yes, she’s glaring.

“I feel like I may need to remind people that any harm that comes to what is mine will be returned with interest.”

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“Shut up granny, no one likes a busy body yo~” Rekin’ir songsings from alllllll the way over there.

[cloakanddaggermage]

The look she shoots at the other is absolutely murderous. “That voidsent is mine on multiple levels, you snotty brat, and I will not tolerate bullshit from assfucks tonight considering the condition he is in.”

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“Blah blah blah voidsent, don’t care, don’t wanna know. Like seriously lady, keep your kinks to yourself yo!” 

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theaetherflows :

“We~ll.” Rekin’ir paused, pretending to think for a moment before continuing. 

“You may decline my proposal if you wish, but since you’re stuck here might as well hear me out right?”

        〝 Just say it… Rekin’ir. 〞

What he wouldn’t do for a moment of reprieve to wipe the damned look off his face. He’d willing fall back into his moment of agony if it meant the other realized he wasn’t quite as immobile as he thought.

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“Then please let me examine whatever that stricken you and let me develop a sort of remedy for it Yo!” Rekin’ir squeals with sunshine, rainbow and butterflies in the background.

[cloakanddaggermage]

Yes, she’s growling. Yes, she’s glaring.

“I feel like I may need to remind people that any harm that comes to what is mine will be returned with interest.”

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“Shut up granny, no one likes a busy body yo~” Rekin’ir songsings from alllllll the way over there.

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theaetherflows:

“Pretty sure passing out on the floor covered in your own vomit blood doesn’t counts as perfectly good health yo.”

Of course, Rekin’ir wasn’t going to leave the man alone now that he found him. It’s like passing up on prime time entertainment. You just don’t. 

All he could manage was a groan, ears pinned to his head as he tried to ignore the other. It wouldn’t work as well as he wanted of course. One could not just ignore Rekin’ir.

        〝 What t-the hell… do you want f-from me? 〞

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“We~ll.” Rekin’ir paused, pretending to think for a moment before continuing. 

“You may decline my proposal if you wish, but since you’re stuck here might as well hear me out right?”

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theaetherflows:

“Please darling. Not everything is about you.” Rekin’ir easily dodge Dia’s swipe, his face ever fixed in a smile as he gives the weak man/demon/summon/whatever room. What? Rekin’ir really can care less about that particular detail.

“And here I was, just about to apply CPR…”

         〝 Rather die… than have it be you. Not that I need you to help, murderer. 〞

He wasn’t going to drop it. He couldn’t quite remember why it was it had happened, but it didn’t stop the fact that he’d done it. The experience was burned into his memory for eternity, along with his stupidly smug face.

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“Pretty sure passing out on the floor covered in your own vomit blood doesn’t counts as perfectly good health yo.”

Of course, Rekin’ir wasn’t going to leave the man alone now that he found him. It’s like passing up on prime time entertainment. You just don’t. 

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theaetherflows:

“I’m not exactly an expert healer but I’m pretty sure you’re just blue. After all, you’re still talkin’ shit yo.”

Rekin’ir kneeled down to the man in question and began to poke his face with a finger.

Dia had no qualms with swiping at the man’s face, rolling onto his hands and knees as he wheezed.

         〝 D-don’t you hav-ve someth-hing better to do… like poison someone? 〞

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“Please darling. Not everything is about you.” Rekin’ir easily dodge Dia’s swipe, his face ever fixed in a smile as he gives the weak man/demon/summon/whatever room. What? Rekin’ir really can care less about that particular detail.

“And here I was, just about to apply CPR...”

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theaetherflows:

“Ah, I don’t know. Are you done bleeding all over the floor yo?”

          〝 I’m no-ot… I can’t br-reathe you prick. 〞

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“I’m not exactly an expert healer but I’m pretty sure you’re just blue. After all, you’re still talkin’ shit yo.”

Rekin’ir kneeled down to the man in question and began to poke his face with a finger.

[diaarchive]

          〝 Am… Am I don-ne ye-et…? It hurts… 〞

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“Ah, I don’t know. Are you done bleeding all over the floor yo?”

[syndicate-puppetmaster]

"Oh my! It is quite a while since we meet yo!"

“And what is it you want?”

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“Your favor of course! But if such a thing is too above me then a simple introductory dealing would suffice!”

[syndicate-puppetmaster]

He sighs. “Well then, you have only one chance. Impress me.”

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Rekin’ir grins as he pulls a elaborated box out of nowhere.

“For you my Lord. An offering if you will yo.

[syndicate-puppetmaster]

"Oh my! It is quite a while since we meet yo!"

“And what is it you want?”

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“Your favor of course! But if such a thing is too above me then a simple introductory dealing would suffice!”

[raftina-beoulve]

Raftina Beoulve is sin itself.   

Raftina is satan.   

That’s what I got when I did the sin calculator today. Welp.

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“…”

[raftina-beoulve]

“I’m sorry you’re married to sin itself.”

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“... at least we get underlings for house chores.”