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melodiesoflife2016-04-05 10:46 am
vonspielburg) wrote in melodiesoflife2016-04-05 10:46 am
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Can't Fight the Friction
WHO: Ellie, Malik [CLOSED]
WHAT: Sneaking into Downapolis, Ellie and Malik go undercover to learn what they can about the cultists who massacred so many Heroes of Light. They're super spies.
WHEN: April 1st - 7th (opening log takes place on the 1st)
WHERE: Downapolis
Ellie took comfort in the fact that it was common for Elezens to walk about in leather and light armor, and to carry arms as well. It made her feel less exposed in the dark city streets of Elezen, with her dyed white hair and false pointed ears. Before coming to this place, she'd grilled Malik on everything he could remember about the people here, how they dressed, any particular mannerisms and tics they possessed. To her surprise, he was thorough, and that impressed her. Initially she'd feared that his missing arm would give him away immediately, but he'd spoken true about his ability to blend into a crowd without notice.
For her part, she remained discrete as well. If the opportunity presented itself to demonstrate her detestment of the Heroes of Light, she would have taken it, but so far she'd had to do little more than sit, drink, and listen. There was time still to learn what they needed.
Cradling a bag of groceries in her arm, Ellie ascended the steps of the inn to find her 'brother.' Posing as lovers would have been an obvious lie, as she knew she was too hard to be even a little believable as a romantic. They were here to peddle pelts, horns, and other items garnered from their hunts on the Plains of Sorrow, as well as trade information on the world outside of Mysidia now that the barrier was down.
Unlocking their room, Ellie stepped inside, her dark eyes doing a cursory sweep over the room before she stepped inside to greet Malik.
"Brother," she said with a curt nod, mimicking the Elezen accent, and shut the door behind her. Ellie sat heavily on the bed and dug into the bag to bring out a pair of apples, one of which she tossed to her companion. "Your information was good. I encountered no difficulties." And no suspicion, thus far.
WHAT: Sneaking into Downapolis, Ellie and Malik go undercover to learn what they can about the cultists who massacred so many Heroes of Light. They're super spies.
WHEN: April 1st - 7th (opening log takes place on the 1st)
WHERE: Downapolis
Ellie took comfort in the fact that it was common for Elezens to walk about in leather and light armor, and to carry arms as well. It made her feel less exposed in the dark city streets of Elezen, with her dyed white hair and false pointed ears. Before coming to this place, she'd grilled Malik on everything he could remember about the people here, how they dressed, any particular mannerisms and tics they possessed. To her surprise, he was thorough, and that impressed her. Initially she'd feared that his missing arm would give him away immediately, but he'd spoken true about his ability to blend into a crowd without notice.
For her part, she remained discrete as well. If the opportunity presented itself to demonstrate her detestment of the Heroes of Light, she would have taken it, but so far she'd had to do little more than sit, drink, and listen. There was time still to learn what they needed.
Cradling a bag of groceries in her arm, Ellie ascended the steps of the inn to find her 'brother.' Posing as lovers would have been an obvious lie, as she knew she was too hard to be even a little believable as a romantic. They were here to peddle pelts, horns, and other items garnered from their hunts on the Plains of Sorrow, as well as trade information on the world outside of Mysidia now that the barrier was down.
Unlocking their room, Ellie stepped inside, her dark eyes doing a cursory sweep over the room before she stepped inside to greet Malik.
"Brother," she said with a curt nod, mimicking the Elezen accent, and shut the door behind her. Ellie sat heavily on the bed and dug into the bag to bring out a pair of apples, one of which she tossed to her companion. "Your information was good. I encountered no difficulties." And no suspicion, thus far.