Zynziri!

Main blog for Zynziri, horribly socially inept and the player of Erica Mikhori (mostly!) [Balmung Roleplayer]

[weepingknight]

MY GREATEST WISH, pt. I

Winding down after a long day of work, Ruran met a excitable miqo’te named Kanto Jahari. She quickly remembered him as the tired man from Gridania, and he to her as the mostly-successful fisherwoman.

Upon catching up, Ruran learned that she is on the hunt for a treasure map that would lead to an item capable of granting anyone their greatest wish. Uncertain of the viability of it (but very certain of its possible dangers), the masked knight agreed to help in her quest to find the map.

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[weepingknight]

“Have you ever fished, Mister Adventurer?”

Ruran Vas quietly hummed, and he went back to placing pedals on the page of his journal. He nodded, even if the miqo'te couldn’t see it with her back to him. “Ah—yes, I have. It’s what my family did for a living. I was…not quite as adept as my father, but I know how to cast and clean a net, at least…”

Kanto Jahari kept the spear lifted as she watched below for a moment longer. Ruran heard her pitch sharply and the splash of water from the spear. The miqo'te hummed as she tugged at the rope.“Your family must have caught lots and lots of fish!” She glanced behind herself and studied the man,“But you became an adventurer instead, so why the Shroud?”

“I am..not normally in the Shroud. Most times I am south, in the Thanalans…” He took a small piece of charcoal and jotted a few notes related to the leaf he had just placed. “B-but I was born here. Raised here.”

“Ah yes! The Thanalans! The really hot place with all the merchants and stuff.” She glanced back at her spear with a brief frown before dropping the spear to the side and plopping back down on the ground. She leaned over to peer at Ruran’s book again. “So is that why you came back? Because you miss home?” The miqo'te smiled to the man,“I miss home too, sometimes, but that home is on Vylbrand.”

“Th-the Shroud is…special to me, yes,“ his masked voice mumbled. "I did not realize how much I missed it until I…t-took time to rest. Vylbrand is quite far…” His head tilted as he regarded Kanto thoughtfully.

Kanto nodded eagerly. “Never forget what’s special to you because that’s what makes you special.” She then beamed,“I guess Vylbrand is far away, but the Far East is also really far away and once you do that a few times, Vylbrand doesn’t seem nearly as far. Most nightdwellers are Forestprowlers, my people say, but we’re Jungleprowlers.” She then scrunched her nose,“But you shouldn’t call them that. They don’t like that, I don’t think.”

“I shall keep that in mind. A-and you are right, I suppose it does seem closer, once you travel further away…” He glanced back down to his book. With a few notes written, and the plants in place, he closed it and pressed it tightly together, then began to wrap a leather chord around it. The cover was weathered, especially along the lines where the string had rubbed away at it from repetition.  He glanced behind him. “Fish aren’t biting?”

“Nope, but I think I caught something better!” She held her hand out.“My name’s Kanto, it’s a pleasure to meet you! I don’t see a lot of adventurers that keep really fancy journals like that, and you seem super nice.”

Ruran blinked. He extended his hand to take Kanto’s, offering a firm but polite squeeze. His hands and arms were both quite thin, a fact he struggled through with a sheepish fidget. “R-ruran. Ruran Vas. It’s…it’s nice to meet you too, Kanto. Y-you seem very nice as well.”

“Oh, thank you thank you! The Wood Wailers don’t seem to think so—and I guess neither do the pirates… or the hunters… or…” The miqo'te tried desperately to count on her fingers but lost count after the third one. “Uhm.. anyway! Lots of people are grumpy. Some have good reasons, but I think they’re the ones that need to be reminded of the fun stuff in the world like dancing! And singing and… adventure can be fun too if you don’t mind the danger.” She then sprung up, making a brief twirl and gesturing to the masked man,“Have you ever danced, Mister Ruran?”

“O-oh, no, not in…a long time. I’m not very good at it.” He watched curiously, though he didn’t make a move to join her. What little could be seen of his face, from the light that hit his eyes, was tired. “There was a dance my village used to do, b-but I believe I’ve forgotten how it goes…”

Kanto clasped her hands together and hummed. “That sounds awful—but you also said you believe you’ve forgotten so there might be a chance you haven’t.“ She beamed at the man,"We had a dance too and the dance was—well—is very important to us. It’s a dance of seasons that gifted us our arts and lessons to adapt but never lose yourself in the chaos. It’s like water. Water runs everywhere, and water can be still or rapid—but it’s still water, isn’t it?” She tapped her chin. “Though sometimes I still forget what that means.”

Ruran’s mask tilted with his head, owlishly. The little golden stone that hung from his neck flickered. “I—I think I understand what you mean. No matter what form it takes, it is always true to itself. Yes?”

“Yes yes! And sometimes it turns to ice, but ice is just really hard water—and cold—but warm it up and it goes back to water.” She then brought up her fingers to count on them. “There’s also other movements… we have… earth, with is foundation and resolve… air which is calm and the ability to enjoy the moment… uhm..” She snapped her fingers,“It’s been a while since I’ve actually looked back at the lessons, I really need to practice them more.” The miqo'te then dropped her hands and nodded. “But yes, water is always water.”

“That sounds quite important. Symbolic.” He nodded, setting aside the book and leaning a hand atop it for extra pressure. “Ours was…more for enjoyment. Something to do together, during the small festivals we would hold in the center of town…”

“That sounds really fun!” She then tilted her head,“You know, though, even if you aren’t at home, you can always bring home with you. You could dance anywhere, you could even dance when nobody is looking and it would be like you’re dancing for fun at home. You could dance with friends and other people, too, anytime you miss home.” She grinned,“And nobody could call you a bad dancer if you do it confidently.”

Ruran offered her a small look—an odd mix of sorrow…but also fondness. He nodded. “That I could. Perhaps I shall have to try it, see if I remember…”

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[locke-rinannis]

The Dreamer’s Reprieve: A public inn and tavern located in the Goblet on Balmung. Ward 4, Plot 4.

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March 5: “Reflection” Then and now.

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||   Madoc & Istellia   •   @zynzimynzi          .moodboard : “Only by binding together as a single force will we remain strong and unconquerable.”

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♥ What’s the absolute best experience you’ve had in RP?

That’s tough. That’s really tough.

I can’t pick just one, but I’d have to say some of best experiences have come from running a mercenary FC called Solaris as Madoc with @zynzimynzi in 2015-2016. It had its bumps in the road, as all things do, but looking back, we had a tight group that did a lot together. I was shocked at the number of RP logs and screenshots I still had. It’s also where I started to get my footing in creating FC/group events!

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[haila-wetyios]

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[locke-rinannis]

“I can’t see a thing.”

[a-memory-of]

Istellia Montagne tilts her head curiously and hums,“At any rate, it’s a pleasure to meet you again. I take it you two are… associates now?” She had a wary, almost tinged with disgust tone towards Madoc as she glances to him with a roll of her eyes. She brings up her practiced smile again and leans forward, “So are you going to tell me why you’re carrying that thing around?”

“Associates,” Madoc Parnell said slowly, looking to Arshtat, and then to Istellia with a slight wiggle of his brows. “That’s one word for it,” he grinned. The grin faltered slightly at the mention of the sword. “Aye, it’s the reason for callin’ you. Think I…might be in some trouble.”

Istellia blinks and takes another sip from her cup. She peers at Madoc and with a jesting tone, “When aren’t you? Ghost of Stanton past come to haunt you? Can’t find enough bears to kill?” She flicks her gaze to Arshtat thoughtfully before settling her attention back to Madoc with an amused look that falters into an expression of seriousness. “Whatever it is, it’s serious isn’t it?”

“Never enough bears,” he smirked with a mock seriousness. It soon shifted into real seriousness. “So I’ve been told. This damned thing,” he pointed to the greatsword behind him, “spiritbonded to me. Cursed me. Somethin’, and now I can’t go anywhere without takin’ it with me. And it’s…gettin’ into my head.”

Arshtat Ejinn quietly lets the two banter, glancing at the sword every now and again, and folding her hands in her lap.

Istellia mutters to herself, “And I was just joking about the ghost of that arse.” She straightens back up and frowns,“So you’re stuck with the dumb thing. How’s it getting into your head?”

Madoc wrinkled his nose and took a sip from his glass. “Just a feelin’ to use it. To feed it. But I’ve got no intentions of doin’ that. Bunch of mages said it’s…takin’ over me. I’m wonderin’ if maybe Stanton had the same problem, or if this is somethin’ new his spirit’s conjurin’ up for lucky ol’ me.”

Arshtat frowns at Madoc, remembering all the words spoken during those tests. “They said it… might be easier if they knew of it’s origin, yes?”

“I’ll reckon Stanton was Ifrit’s arse before he got that blade.” She leans to the side to observe the blade to the best of her ability, “If it’s anything similar, the blades were known to take the personality of their wielders in some manifestation or another. A link with their aether- spiritbond as you know it.“ 

She drums her fingers along,"That’s definitely the work of Cachero’s, one he wanted to reclaim at that, but I never thought it to be dangerous to other wielders.” Istellia takes another sip of her tea before continuing, “Quite frankly, the blades aren’t generally accepting of other people using it. This is a rare instance where the original wielder is dead; therefore the binding is… well…” She waves her hand about.

Madoc’s brows rose. “Well shite, I should’ve called you sooner. You actually know who made this blade? Do they know how to unmake it?”

Arshtat also seemed to perk up a little, finally able to settle on a hope. She continued to fidget with her fingers, but sat a little straighter.

Istellia takes a deep breath and sets the cup down. “Yea, but you won’t like who, and I honestly wouldn’t know if they know how to. Even if he did, I wouldn’t put it above him to put you through several meaningless tasks. The man isn’t exactly accommodating to the urgency of others.” Istellia rolls her shoulders and leans back,“But there’s no certainty to ascertaining his tendencies. I’m sure you remember Cachero, you two briefly met some time ago.”

“Mm, think I met ‘im once. Not long though,” he shrugged, but leaned forward and set the glass aside. “Don’t care what I’ve gotta do. I think jumpin’ through a few hoops is worth not losin’ my mind, aye?”

Istellia drums her fingers along her cup and glances to Arshtat once more before looking back to Madoc,“Very well, I suppose we could track him down. Though I must ask two things. What possessed you to use the blade in the first place, and do you have any other plans for fixing this? Assuming Cachero cannot help.”

Arshtat drops her eyes again, glancing to Madoc, “He used it to protect me…” She answered simply

Madoc gave a small smile to Arshtat, and then he quickly waved his hand. “I had an unfriendly visitor in my apartment about a moon ago. Got between me and my axe, had to use this instead.” His head bobbed backwards in motion to the greatsword. “As for other plans, I’ve got a few mages lookin’ into it. Not sure what they’ll find, but I’m willin’ to do just about anythi–” He paused, glancing toward the performance area, then blinked a few times and looked back again.

Istellia bows her head and hums thoughtfully. She shifts in her chair and tilts the cup back up,“Very well-” She tilts her head and blinks at Madoc, “Eh?” She glances over her shoulder following the xaela’s gaze,“Seeing something?”

Arshtat also looks to him as he drifts off mid sentence, tilting her head, “Is it hurting you…?”

Madoc glanced back toward the curtain, his eyes narrowing a bit. “Aye,” he said slowly in response to Istellia, then shook his head to Arshtat. “Feel fine, just…probably a coincidence,” he tried to smirk. “Thought I saw the bastard Stanton for a second there.”

Arshtat frowns at the smirk, glancing to the curtain, “It is… getting worse if you are seeing things. R-Ruran asked that when I spoke to him… maybe I should contact him again as well.”

Istellia frowns and shakes her head, “I would like to remind you that Stanton is dead. It would behoove you to keep that in mind for sake of your sanity. We all saw him decapitated, and I assure you that was no illusion.”

With @lockerinannis & @zynzimynzi

[zynzimynzi]

DETAILED INFORMATION

NAME:

Erica Mikhori (born as Erih Mikhori)

AGE:

20

HEIGHT:

4′10″

SPECIES:

Miqo’te, Keeper of the Moon

GENDER:

Female

NAMEDAY:

32nd Sun of the Fifth Umbral Moon (October 31st)

RESIDENCE:

Lives in a village off near Rothlyt Sound

MARITAL STATUS:

???

ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good DRINK: Hot chocolate, variety of herbal teas FOOD: Meat Miq’abobs, Grilled Trout DAY OR NIGHT: Night SNACKS: Cookies

PET: No pets COLOUR: Snow White, Deepwood Green, Rose Pink, Pastel Pink FLOWER: Hyacinth SEXUALITY: Bisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Homoromantic BODY TYPE: Lithe, short EYE COLOUR: Purple HAIR COLOUR: Snow white Tagged by @lockerinannis Tagging @carved-spirit @cardscombatandcomplications @celesiel @yesukai @elezenaccountant Sorry for the double tags if it happened ;; Please boop me if you’ve already done this

[zynzimynzi]

Battle Quotes Meme

Erica Mikhori

Battle Theme:  Umineko- Lastendconductor

Battle Intro: “I-is this really necessary?” Victory: "I’m really sorry! You left me no choice.” Defeat: “Oh...” Taunt: “You’re just all bark and no bite!“ Reacting to Taunt: “H-hey, take that back you jerk!” Tie: “This could have gone worse.” Perfect Victory: “Did... I do that?”

𝕿𝖆𝖌 𝕼𝖚𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘

Assist : “Boop!” Your muse down during Assist : “I’m sorry I couldn’t do more...“ Using item : “It isn’t cheating if it’s keeping somebody alive.” Healing/Buffing :  “It’s okay, I won’t let you fall!” Tag Team Special : “With friends, there’s nothing that can stand in your way!”

Tagging : I’m totally not really late to this, not at all. *screams* Tagged by @cardscombatandcomplications Side note: This was really difficult because Erica isn’t much of a combat character, but this was fun!

[jh-rp]

Jackal’n Hide’s recruitin’!

“Ah love me pack wiv all me ‘eart…even if’n they drive me mad more often’n not.” - J’inarah Marad

“We’re the best’ah the best’ve what’s left!” - J’kilid Tia

“Ye’ll never find a more talented, nor bonnier group o’ lads n’ lasses in all de realm~” - Zaoka Aloka 

“After about.. nine moons, a lot of Jackals still scare me, you know? But.. we’ve got each others’ backs! Err-.. usually!” - Ryder Bailey

“They’ve been there for me in my literally darkest bells.” - Rufus Wightman

“They’re a tolerant lot. Ye could come from any walk of life and find a home here…just look at Rufus; even he is still about.” - Thya Kahzuun

Jackal & Hide are an EU-based roleplay free company on the FFXIV server of Balmung, on our second year of running. We’re salvagers and mercenaries with a splash of chaotic good morals, featuring an eccentric (to put it lightly) ‘pack’ of Jackals who band together for fun and profit.

We host roleplay events regularly and you can see here for some examples of our past events. We also run a public event once a month near Costa del Sol, the Sunny Seaside Bar.

We’re looking for people who are eager to get involved and become steadfast members of our little pack. If you’re interested in running your own events, that’s a plus! We have our own combat system and are happy to help you learn the ways of a Jackal DM (hint: lots of bloodshed).

Want to know more? Check out our site or company tumblr.