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EVENT — RISING TIDES

Gladiolus here is turning into a mer inspired by sharks - specifically, bull sharks. Finned tail, dorsal fin, sharp teeth - l + ratio + he's biting you

This post doubles as an event starter call, capped at 3!

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[ Henruit ] -> I fucked up

Twenty minutes pass.

[ Henruit ] -> Do they have hospitals here

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[ Henruit ] -> Actually? [ Henruit ] -> Huh. That's pretty sick. [ Henruit ] -> Alright, I'll give you that one. Still want a rematch, though.

[ hereandtheirin ] → I used to hunt men like you in the forest for fun.

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[ Henruit ] -> Oh, yeah, I'm real scared. [ Henruit ] -> I know your tactics this time, lady, bring it on.

[ hereandtheirin ] → GRANDMA ?

[ hereandtheirin ] → Pray your boots have enough tread to escape me child.

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[ Henruit ] -> Seriously? [ Henruit ] -> Alright, grandma, as soon as I track em down I'm buying you a Cup Noodle. Now I've got twice as much of a reason to start looking.

[ hereandtheirin ] → Young man I understood maybe 4 of those words.

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[ Henruit ] -> No.

[ Henruit ] -> Cup. [ Henruit ] -> Noodles. [ Henruit ] -> The brand. The instant ramen.

[ hereandtheirin ] → I would assume you can get a cup of noodles in most places, yes ?

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[ Henruit ] -> You guys got Cup Noodle?

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@brcssgoggles

He takes to the bounty boards quickly. If you've got to earn money, it's a damn effective way to do it, and besides, it's something he's familiar with. Most tasks are painfully easy: delivery runs or scavenging or hunting. It takes a while for one to roll in that really catches his eye - some news outlet looking for definitive photographic evidence of a werewolf out in Luctenmire.

It's a wild goose chase, he thinks, but then the notion of hunting a monster down in the middle of the night is the sort of excitement that doesn't land itself on your plate every day. He's not stupid enough to go it alone - trying to photograph with one hand and potentially fend off a werewolf with the other would all but ensure that neither task is completed effectively - so he sits himself down across from one of the only other faces hanging around the Skyline Saloon (another one of those metal folks) and sets the sheet of paper he'd taken off the bounty board down in the middle of the table, leaning back in his chair with his arms folded.

"We split it 60-40. Sixty to you for snapping a photo. Forty to me for watching your back. How's that sound?"

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At her somewhat standoffish posture, Gladio just arches a brow. Yeah, he guesses she doesn't actually seem all that lost... in fact, she carries herself the way he's come to expect from the likes of Cor or his father, and he may have just put his foot in his mouth. Never a great idea when you're stepping into the ring, but then Gladio's not terribly concerned about the outcome, all the same. Even fired up and playing dirty, she's tiny, and it's not like he doesn't know what he's doing. Her potentially having experience under her belt doesn't change a thing about that.

This'll be quick, he thinks, even if he kind of hopes to be proven wrong. He's been itching for a challenge all day.

"Huh. Alright, then." A lackadaisical shrug, and he moseys on over to the assortment of weaponry. There's no putting on a show as he deliberates over what he wants; he goes straight for a two-handed broadsword, testing its weight and giving it a couple of swings before glancing back at her, his look one of inquiry, even if the grin on his face is distinctly challenging.

"You sure? Can't promise I'll hold back."

For all her complaints about the too bright city of ENCOY, she did find small things she enjoyed within it. The strange 'repeater' as she's been informed it is called spit out better food than she got anywhere in Ferelden, and there was a bed in her place that wasn't just a cot with hide over it. What more could she really ask for ?

Violence. Violence is what she could ask for, and she found it in the form of those strange ghosts in the Arena she can go absolutely primal on when she needed to block out the dread that may as well be tattooed onto her soul. Back home, it took the form of training young wardens, sparring with her husband, or driving her blade through the head of a hurlock while scouting the deep roads for a good future resting place ( Assuming she'd even get to rest in peace. Knowing some of what she's been told about 'the archdemon wardens', they won't even let her do that.... )

But those strange ghosts only provide so much. It wasn't long before this old elf decided she needed a proper fight, preferably one that doesn't start and end in a bar with broken glass in her boots.

" You think, do you ? " Her first thought was along the lines of ' who lost their greasy son in the dog fight ring ? ' but she returned his glances with arms crossed over her chest. He was obnoxiously big, both in height and gain, and for the love of god would someone come and teach him how to button his shirt ! More than half of him was exposed to any sneaky fucker with a small blade.

" Weapon of choice. I'll match it, for the hell of it. "

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Gladiolus appreciate doodles :3

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@gospinego

There's not a whole lot to see out in the desert they housed him in, but Gladio spends a while dicking around anyway. There's some decent camping spots, and good areas for rock climbing, and if he can find somebody to race him they've got plenty of empty space to use as a track. It's not the worst, but it is hot as balls, so. You know. The place doesn't get full points or anything, either.

Through with his inspecting, when he trudges back to his housing and his tiny-ass weird-as-shit roommate it's midday, and the sweltering sun overhead seems to be enough deterrent to keep most folks indoors. Except for the metal fella standing with a leg propped up on a rock, surveying the... "horses" milling out amongst the sand dunes with an expression Gladio can only sum up as Solemn Longing.

This place is so fuckin' weird.

"You're missing half the getup," he calls out to him with one hand raised to shield his eyes, squinting between the metal man and the animals. "Get yourself a pair of spurs and they'll flock right to you."

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@greycommand

Breaking down the Magician's door proves to be fruitless. Earnest inquiries, bargaining, and threatening alike all go without answer. No ship will go out further than the coastline, no messages will get through to anyone other than the citizens of wherever-the-hell he's landed. Within a day he's wrung dry of options and stuck pacing like an animal in a too-small enclosure with no weapons, no car, and - most crucially - no Noctis.

Gladio can't remember the last time he's had to go without the Royal Pain In The Ass, but if Noctis is anywhere here, he's sure proving to be tough as shit to track down (and believe him, it's not for lack of trying on Gladio's part). Ignis and Prompto are equally elusive, which leads him to believe that they've been thoroughly separated; or at least he has. He prefers that option. Prefers to think they're all still able to look out for each other, back home.

In any case, being without them - without a would-be King to protect - is no reason to let his guard down. Just the opposite: Gladio fully intends to get out of here one way or another, and that means cracking some skulls or busting some walls down then he'd better be prepared to do just that. Besides, he'll never hear the end of it if he lets himself go.

He's always considered himself something of a city boy, love of the great outdoors notwithstanding, but ENCOY is something else entirely. Amidst all the tech and the shiny high-rises, though, the real stand-out of the place is the Arena. He spends a good chunk of the morning taking on the place's artificial enemies (and, man, if that ain't somethin'), which is all well and good, but in a matter of hours he's itching for somebody a little more real to spar with - somebody to call out your mistakes, to adapt to your techniques. He's starting to realize he took it for granted just how far Noct has come in the last few years - he's damn fun to duel with. But he's in no position to be picky, so he books one of the sparring rooms and spends a while swinging around one of the supplied swords until somebody else turns up.

The woman who walks in some minutes later is even shorter than Prompto and at least twice his age. Gladio stares at her for a moment or two, looking her up and down. "Uh," he offers with a jerk of his thumb towards the display of weaponry situated near the door, "think maybe you've got the wrong room, lady."

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and here's a starter call, uncapped

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hellooo without prior reserve i'd like to app in gladiolus amicitia from final fantasy xv, app can be found in the sidebar or /app. thank you!

Thank you for completing your paperwork in a timely manner! Now, let's see here…

The eccentric figure takes back the clipboard and reads through your answers carefully, polite interest in his expression as he nods.

“Hello, welcome! I can tell you're upset about your sword, but I promise it's in good hands. I'll care for it as if it were my own until you earn it back. In the meantime, you might find a lasso more fitting for your stay in SUNSET'S END, a faction tucked away in the desert's depths and just out of the law's reach. Charisma will be your friend here - try to not get caught up in too many shady trades!"

With that, they leave you a gift bag containing the following items:

A house key for DEVIL'S LOOP 303

A palm-sized cellular device, complete with access to the internet!

A singular wrapped butterscotch. Enjoy!

Any other notable items you had with you upon arrival have been confiscated by the Rekindler, as have your abilities. Sorry about that, and welcome to your new home in New Yesteryear!

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GLADIOLUS AMICITIA / FFXV

I got this. You just sit back and watch how it's done.

royal bodyguard to the crown prince, which essentially means he's been raised as a living shield since he was old enough to understand the concept.

likes: camping. shitty ramen. historical fiction.

dislikes: bitching. whining. various other manners of expressing feelings.

getting a bad grade in communication and a terrible grade at keeping his temper in check. getting a great grade at hitting things really hard with a big sword

live by the grind, die by the grind

app / stats

SUNSET'S END / DEVIL'S LOOP 303

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credit to @giganticbuddha for the original comic idea