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melodiesoflife2014-11-09 04:19 pm
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Characters: Lady Ashelia...and you!
Where: At a dive bar/pub in one of the rougher districts of Aqures Ixen.
When: Post-Night of the Thirteen Moogles, pre-trip to Aqures Ixen.
Summary: After recent events, the Lady Ashe decides to see what she can find out the old fashioned way: people watching at a table in a dingy bar with a bad reputation.
Ashelia sat at the bar, sipping slowly on a flagon of ale. She blended in with the crowd well, despite the fact that she was one of very few women in the establishment. Her hair was tucked under her red mage hat, shoulders bared in a red peasant blouse, a welcome change from her usual white ones. She wore tight-fitted leather pants, the knee-high boots with what looked like uncomfortably high stilettos completing her look. A red sword belt hung loosely around her waist; she had opted for an epee this evening. She was confident in her ability to out-finesse any of the drunken curs in the establishment should they not take kindly to her rebuffs.
She narrowed her eyes as she took another sip of her ale. Dreadful stuff. But she wasn't about to be picky just then. There was every possibility she could hear something, or talk to someone that could give her a lead in how the Empire had infiltrated the city - or continued to, as the case may be. With the spies' ability to teleport, Ashelia didn't think it could have been that hard.
But the seeds. They had been using Baltoro's Seeds for the ceremony that fateful night. A large quantity of them, from the looks of things. Yeul had told her it was all connected, and the queen had a feeling she was starting to see just how that might be.
Where: At a dive bar/pub in one of the rougher districts of Aqures Ixen.
When: Post-Night of the Thirteen Moogles, pre-trip to Aqures Ixen.
Summary: After recent events, the Lady Ashe decides to see what she can find out the old fashioned way: people watching at a table in a dingy bar with a bad reputation.
Ashelia sat at the bar, sipping slowly on a flagon of ale. She blended in with the crowd well, despite the fact that she was one of very few women in the establishment. Her hair was tucked under her red mage hat, shoulders bared in a red peasant blouse, a welcome change from her usual white ones. She wore tight-fitted leather pants, the knee-high boots with what looked like uncomfortably high stilettos completing her look. A red sword belt hung loosely around her waist; she had opted for an epee this evening. She was confident in her ability to out-finesse any of the drunken curs in the establishment should they not take kindly to her rebuffs.
She narrowed her eyes as she took another sip of her ale. Dreadful stuff. But she wasn't about to be picky just then. There was every possibility she could hear something, or talk to someone that could give her a lead in how the Empire had infiltrated the city - or continued to, as the case may be. With the spies' ability to teleport, Ashelia didn't think it could have been that hard.
But the seeds. They had been using Baltoro's Seeds for the ceremony that fateful night. A large quantity of them, from the looks of things. Yeul had told her it was all connected, and the queen had a feeling she was starting to see just how that might be.
I'M SO SORRY, ASHE
He tries to stand up from his seat, taking the bread into a hand that can barely grasp the baked good.
"I'm some kid who chased after the girl he likes.. What d' you know 'bout losin' someone you love, huh?"
His cheeks puff out for a moment as he feels his stomach churn, corking his mouth with the bread as he lifts it up quickly to being to chew. With a large bite, he pulls at the flesh of the bread and begins to break down the crust with his teeth. He tries to speak through each bite, munching hard while trying to voice his sorrows.
"Some.. Someone said she was sealed in a crystal.. s'that mean she's dead or just frozen? How'm I suppos'd to call myself a knight if'a can't protect a Goddess? I'll ne'er be a warrior.. or a knight.. "
RETRIBUTION
The index finger of the offending hand ends up right in front of Link's nose, straight and quivering. "You know nothing of what you speak. You will hold your tongue on such matters in the future or I will have it out from betwixt your lips myself."
She straightens her back, having leaned in to make her point, but her finger does not leave its place. "You are correct in one aspect; you will never be a knight. You are pitiful, numbing your pain with this swill while the rest of the world suffers on around you." Ashelia withdraws her finger, shaking her head briefly before turning to leave the bar.
She stops before she leaves though, turning around to give Link one last scathing look. "She would be ashamed."
Re: RETRIBUTION
Like the absolute fool he is, the Skyloftian merely stands there at the table, knowing full well that he should be chasing after the Queen. Dumbstruck, at a loss for words, and feeling worse than he had before. Better to let things simmer down before making any further mistakes, Link. It isn't enough that he failed a Goddess, he had to go and upset a Queen on top of it.