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POWERFUL, VILE, VOIDSENT CREATURES

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I didn’t get my personal, but my Free Company got our adventurers’ guild! The Moonlit Hall is slowly coming together. 

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Prompt 2: Sleeping in

Notes: @nafisabast​ for herself

A restful day of free time is the kind of day that’s hard to come by for Aislinne and her friends. It’s days like these that Aislinne tends to sleep in, not feeling the urgency of needing to be awake at a certain time. Though, that’s not to stop Na’fisa from entering their shared home. With a turn of the key, the Miqo’te woman pushes into the Far Eastern home, a style that’s relatively new to her.

She makes her way downstairs and up onto the loft where Aislinne and sometimes she sleeps to find the Auri woman sound asleep. Na’fisa kneels at the bedside and reaches over to poke at Aislinne’s hand and cheek. “I suppose you plan on snoozing the morning away, then.” She mummers quietly as to not wake Aisli when she fails to rouse. Na’fisa smiles gently as she watches her partner’s involuntary reactions to her poking and prodding.

“So cute..” the Miqo’te whispers under her breath.

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@wondroustailsofffxiv Prompt 5: AU - Role Reversal  Daily Writing Challenge - May 2022 - Day 2 (Catch Up) - Gluttony     TW: None? Implied death, nondescript. Notes: Two challenges with one story! Love when that works out. Enjoy this indulgent nonsense. 

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“No more.”  Who was left to even hear her? Some of the Scions were bound to be nearby, but they likely weren’t in range to hear her broken, low tones.  “I said no more!” She roared. For once her emotions were surging through her with such unbound intensity they were making her muscles clench and shake- she felt like she was shivering despite only feeling burning rage. She couldn’t care nor could she stop the spiral- even if she wanted to.  Neither could anyone else, lets face it.  Na’fisa turned, casting her chakrams in ice and chucking them into the piles of boxed crystals that were behind her. They sank in and with a snap of her finger exploded, sending wood shrapnel flying harmlessly into the larger formations that had been set up around the massive offering.  “...what is she doing?” She could hear one of them now realizing something was amiss further down the chamber. Alerted not by her cries, but by the bright light the aether gave off as it disintegrated from the crystals that housed it. Of course they didn’t notice her emotion, nor the destruction, but instead this.  Eikon’s had been summoned before them previously- ranging in aetheric light and fluctuations like glitter to a burst like a strobe. But this was different. Bright, burning, blinding light like the river Styx ran from the disappearing offerings to the Miqo’te woman. It was a massive pile, but the sheer brilliance the life force gave off would be cause for concern to anyone. 

But it was already too late. Much like her spiraling emotions, as soon as Na’fisa consumed the first crystal’s worth, she wasn’t able to stop. Rage and burning hunger would burn her up like her supply before she could quit. She didn’t have experience to compare it to, but she could imagine it was worse than being tempered.  Instead of fighting it, she dug her claws in and pulled the energy to her harder. It only took mere seconds before she could feel everything setting in. Aetheric light coalesced, turning into what could only be described as anti-light. It still shone, but lost somewhere in between UV and darkness, reminding Na’fisa of the space around stars. She also wasn’t sure if her form tore and grew, or if she really did burn up. The ground felt and looked so far away now, and she couldn’t feel the ground beneath her feet. She couldn’t feel her feet at all.  Only burning. Only rage. Only hunger.  She could feel pulses, though. The movement of the others finally jumping into action. Na’fisa’s break clearly left them skeptical- could she really break? It had to be a cruel joke. In a way, it was. Twirling, and pulling as much energy into it, she threw as much force into her step as possible. It came easily, of course. Power like this never graced her tap into mana, but that is only natural considering the difference between the eikon method and that of the average mage or even voidsent. Expecting some sort of physical or perceivable effect, her target drifted to the side out of instinct. Time and space around her felt more like a blur than an actual concept- she couldn’t make out who it was- only that surprise overtook their emotions when there was seemingly no attack. And then again, when instead an intense darkness much like her own rained down- or maybe rose up?- swallowing her target whole. 

The screams she heard, were they real? Herself? Or her enemies? Her loved ones, or the magic pulsing around her?  No more. Make it stop.  It just sent her into another frenzy. Her own howls joined the screams ringing in her consciousness. Then the cracking of bones, too. Blips, blinks, and flashes of life surged and burst all around her. It was all only adding to the overwhelming sensory mess. Somewhere in that mess was presumably a fight that no one had wanted, that lasted much shorter time than expected. But with each motion, with each ounce of effort was a rush of a million sights, sounds, and feelings. It all left her no longer sure of where here was, but she needed out. She needed the earth beneath her, the sky above, and the light and darkness both in sight.  She didn’t have to will her tired, aching body into motion. No power needed to be put behind her muscles. She just went. In a whirl of movement, too fast to be stopped and too fast to notice if the signs of life that were once there still were, or if she ate those up, too. 

Na’fisa wasn’t going to watch the oncoming end, this time. She was going to usher it in. 

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Twinkling. Gentle. Melodic.  My child...  Na’fisa could feel again- as much as she usually could here anyway. Refusing to open her eyes because she already knew what would greet her. Endless void of blue and the bright force in the middle trying to either comfort or confront her like she was a child after a tantrum.  Except the force stayed quiet while the sensations of tears burst through Na’fisa. She was tired, so tired. Even more so after that.  No. Why here. Not again. No more. No more... The sensations, the wracking motions of sobbing shook her very being, because that’s all there was to here.  Soon, she would be given back her form. Nothing to do but to start over.  But for now, she would feel, and she would cry. 

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@wondroustailsofffxiv  Prompt 3: Sharing Clothes TW:  None Notes: Na’fisa is a bit of a kleptocat, but it’s what sisters do. Super short one for this prompt!

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“It’s not my fault everything looks good on me.”  Na’tahna just stared at Na’fisa. The dark hallway of the Quicksands made it hard to see, but Na’fisa’s Sun seeker eye’s didn’t need more lighting to really take in her sister’s surprisingly neutral face just staring. She got this sisterly-look enough to know exactly what Na’tahna wanted to convey.  It’s true though.  Na’fisa pout her lip forward and crossed her arms. “We share a room, ‘Tahna! All you have to do is take it back.”  “Did you add yellow to this one?”  “Gold!” Na’fisa hissed. “You look good in gold. But no. As usual with most clothing we share, you just have to take it back. You don’t need to hunt me down or get all huffy at me about it, it’s right there!”  “And the things you modify? You are smaller than I am.”  “It’s also not my fault you’re tall.”  “You shortened and tightened my favorite skirt! Do you know how hard it is to find a skirt I like?” The younger sister exhaled exasperatedly and threw open their inn room door, marching in and across directly to Na’fisa’s mess of costumes, clothing, and fabric.  “I can make you a new one.” Na’fisa sniffed and hopped up on to the bed. Folding her legs under her and smirking at her sister plucking up the missing silken cloth- found exactly where she told her it would be.  “You can make yourself one.”  “But then it wouldn’t be yours.” Na’fisa purred instigatingly at her sister, flopping over putting her chin on her arms, right on top of the mess of clothing.  Her response is more staring.  “...You’re the worst.” Na’tahna finally decided out loud.  “The best, you mean.” “Don’t forget to get Aislinne’s clothing back to her, too!” With that, Na’tahna lashed her tail and made her way back to their room door. 

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Unusual Word Associations

SEASONING: Cayenne 

WEATHER: Rolling thunder, right before the storm

COLOUR(s): Black, gold, jade meets turquoise, a splash of red for accent.

SKY: Orange at sunset, the kind that puts an orange filter on the world.

MAGICAL POWER: Rebirth, control and mastery over death. 

HOUSEPLANT: Succulents 

WEAPON: Gem decorated Chakrams 

SUBJECT: Color Magic 

SOCIAL MEDIA: Instagram

MAKEUP PRODUCT: Eyeliner 

CANDY: Chocolate with the appearance of pearls. 

FEAR: The Dark

ICE CUBE SHAPE: Sphere

METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL: Aethernet

ART STYLE: Ancient Egyptian 

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Banshee

PIECE OF STATIONERY: Worn paper with burnt edges and perfectly black ink, it has the scent of new books.

THREE EMOJIS: 💎✨💀

CELESTIAL BODY: Sun

Stolen from @huntinghare​ Tagging @chill-bunn-sage​ and @aislinnelaquorra​ and @indraste-darktalon​ as well as anyone who wants to participate 

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I demand to be seen. Cloth flowing and chiming, bells softly bound against silk. The silk that caresses and swims against sun kissed skin, giving lustful ideations that play behind captured eyes. Observe, but don’t touch. Like admiring a free flying bird, not to be dreamt of being locked behind a gilded cage. As to grab the butterfly would be to crush it against palm and walk away with blood on your hands. A jewel in the desert, one and only, I know. Each step I take sending impossible ripples against the sand. Twirling, and spinning, a dust devil of grace, where black meets gold. You are mine, but I never yours. Captive audience, you will find me lingering like the kiss of desert rose even after you find your wake. Dance, come to close. @daily-writing-challenge Daily Writing Challenge - May 2022 - Day 1 - Chastity/Lust

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@wondroustailsofffxiv Prompt 2: Grooming Na’fisa has been busy- a little too busy to properly give herself the attention she needs.  TW: Violence/Fighting. Notes: @aislinnelaquorra​ for the screenies again because I didn’t notice crime mode got fixed! Which will help my posting time immensely. This little story helps me solidify and hopefully grow more attached to the new hairstyle. Time passes, and appearances reflect that!

Adrenaline is a powerful feeling. How many times has she been here? Running through the stone with iron filigree maze that is Ala Mhigo when held by the Garleans. So many times passed, and each time the only information she could get to sink in was where the important names were likely to be. Merlwyb was usually at the front with her men, getting too close to those with blades only for the retaliation of metal and black powder to their faces. Wulfric would probably be with the Bull and his son- but where is that this time? Please don’t be one of the timelines that ends in tragedy for them. Not to mention there is no way of knowing where Aislinne may be. She’s come so far and still this maze feels like so far to go. Each time she was hunting him down, it felt like all of her experience was worth less. All of the lifetimes, all of the insight into so many more. And yet, she was always left with probability.  There was a chance they would have a scorpion. A likely one, but what if instead it was something else this time? What if that man had discovered more than how to rip the souls form the Scions bodies- what if it stuck? Would she risk stopping to help, or would she continue with her own task?  There was the time he knew she was coming, and she made him wait. So he ambushed her, in front of everyone. She wouldn’t make that mistake again.  The adrenaline kept her going, burning up all of the fear and what ifs she felt into power behind her legs as she ran.  Step, step, twirl. Right around the spear of a no-name-to-her soldier. Tossing her chakram, which easily found its mark, and-- She stumbles.  She hadn’t seen him approaching, nor had she seen the roguish man following behind to sink a dagger in, sparing her from any ugliness that may have followed had he not been there. And just as she were to eat pavement with the dead-man, the roguish one does her another favor by catching her arm. Her chakram however, clatters dangerously to the ground beside her. “Pray, watch where you throw that thing! You nearly cut my handsome face.” Waters taunted, hoisting her back to her feet. Na’fisa felt red rising to her cheeks. “It’s very unlike you to go falling all over yourself for me.” He continued relentlessly. Here, and now, of course. Because the teasing between them never stops.  “Please, when you shine as much as I do, it’s easy to miss those that skulk around in the shadows.” Na’fisa huffs. Only for him to push fingers through her hair- pushing the layers she hadn’t realized gotten so long out of her eyes. “There you are!” “Maybe I’m just taking a tip from you.” Na’fisa winks her exposed eye, rotating around him and pressing her back against his to bump her ass back. The maneuver has its desired effect of sending him stumbling forward off balance. Serves him right. She spins again as he goes and flicks his pitiful little ponytail on her way for emphasis.  “Not now, you two!” Lyse barks from not far off, like a true leader. There must be more enemy nearby, then. “Do not make me tell your partner you are slacking off with Thancred again, now of all times!”  “Yes, Ma’am.” They call in unison as Lyse audibly crash lands into another foot soldier’s jaw. The fighting is enough to distract the hyur woman from the flustered reaction she would usually have to both of their teasing being redirected at her in such a simple reply.  Na’fisa bends, ripping off a ribbon-like tassel decorating the skirt end of her silks. Then while she braids a section of hair over her head and ties it in place with the ribbon to keep it from her face, she hooks the tip of her shoe under her chakram and kicks it into the air. Catching it, and sparing one last glance at her distance kin-in-arms.  “Don’t die, Waters! And keep Lyse safe. You’re too damn important.” She calls as she takes off into another run- this time actually able to see where she is going without issue. 

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@wondroustailsofffxiv Day 1: First Kiss After saving Qiqi from the Garlean facility and finding her sister, Na’fisa and co have a nice drinking game to ask each other questions and get to know one another at the Waking Sands. TW:  Mentions of an unwanted kiss / implied assault. Followed by an improptu but consensual kiss between friends. Notes: Thanks to @aislinnelaquorra​ for the screenies! Mentions of Aislinne as well, and @jotaro-kuujo ‘s Na’tahna and Wulfric as usual. A forgotten friend for their rude Au Ra named Khalja, who will forever be marked in this groups history even if they are not! 

Being somewhere new often had Na’fisa on guard. She also did not often let herself drink- not on work. But now she was nestled safely in a base of operations with people she knew were good people. People she had wiggled her way into the ranks of by doing what she does best- dazzling with her amazing skills and insight during a brash rescue mission for one of their own. As much as she knew most of the faces around by virtue of past lives together or her gift of seeing their memories, she could not help but need a little extra liquid courage. Just enough to relax and get to know them this time around- besides the fact it would make her seem more normal. For her part, Na’tahna was not breaking the illusion at all. She was so similar to her own Tahna, and this Na’tahna seemed to think the same of her mysteriously reappearing sister. After finding her and explaining the basis of how she came back, the two of them had quickly fallen into place- which may be a different issue. A different issue for a different time.  For now the fresh Scions and miqo’te sisters were around a stone and wood table, papers and bottles in the center that were surrounded by cups they had used for their little game. The dark skinned viera across the table who Na’fisa knew the best was idly pushing around her drink, clearly lost in the same dilemma that she had seen her go through time and time again. The golden eye’s echo tells her she will go through it many times more, in other lives. 

Does she stay, or does she go?

 After everything she had been through, it was hard not to have thoughts like that. Even worse, surrounded by people she was saved by. “If you weren’t doing this...” She finally decided, pulling her hand from her drink to wave around the table. “What would you be doing?” The question was curious in tone with a smile that didn’t meet Qiqi’s tired eyes. The dark skinned man beside her gave a snort as he raised his cup to his lips. “Adventuring.”  “Wulfric, that is what we are doing!” The blonde viera pouts.  “Yeah, but there isn’t anything else. What else can those old tomes teach me that I wouldn’t be better off learning out here? I need to find tutors, not tactics I’ve read already.” He counters with a smile and then drinks. Fisa’s echo believes him. “I would go back to Limsa, back on the sea.” The tall Au ra man standing between dark skinned viera and hyur announces. You will go back, you mean. It happened more often than not. She only hopes for these peoples’ sake that it won’t be as explosive as it usually is.  Qiqi’s gaze goes to the other viera, who also holds Na’fisa’s attention. Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe the exhaustion, but her echo couldn’t get a solid beat on the girl’s memories. Was she more guarded than the rest? She was wielding a massive gun blade- if her mental resistances were bolstered to make up for weakness... Aislinne breaks Na’fisa’s thoughts with a thoughtful hum. “Well, aside from Wulfric’s answer, I’d like to go sightseeing without the pretense of adventure. Maybe being part of the Scions will eventually lead to Sharlayan? I’ve heard the library there is absolutely massive!” Her cheeriness made Qiqi smile, which is only broken by Na’tahna’s tactful cough from behind Na’fisa’s chair: “Well, I dunno if this question can really apply to me.”  “I’m sorry! I..” “I have a question, then.” Khalja speaks over her, and Qiqi doesn’t seem to mind as much as she just looks resigned. Fisa’s tail swishes, and she decides it’s not her place to chime in on that. “What was your first kiss?” He asks the table with a smirk, and pirate like swig of his own drink. Because she didn’t get to answer before, it seemed to be Na’fisa’s turn. Na’tahna looks at her sister. “Maybe that...” She is then cut off in a subtle, more polite manner by Na’fisa’s tail swishing back and gently bapping her leg. It’s okay. The tail says, and as if they were never separated- Na’tahna gets it.  So many firsts to pick from, but it’s not hard for one that won’t seem strange to jump to mind. “My first was during my drinking-age-in-Eorzea namesday. I asked for a drink, and a kiss from a friend that was very polite but obviously invested in my dances. Can you believe?”  “I can’t, actually.” The au ra man laughs and not to subtly brags: “Drinking-age namesday? Twelve, I had mine almost as early as my first fight in the tribe.”  Qiqi narrows her eyes, making Na’fisa want to applaud her patience: “I think what Khalja means is you are gorgeous, Na’fisa. You have had to had pursuers sooner, if someone like him had people chasing tail.”  As it registers to the man what exactly was said, and laughter is fought from their friends and the little sister at the table alike, Na’fisa decides this might actually be a good way to gently give her 2gil to the viera debating leaving the Scions.. “Alright, alright. You caught me.” She laughs, waving with a claw. “You’re both right. My first was actually much younger just... not a very good one.”  “Oh, we’ve all been there.” The hyur man laughs more, this time directed to Na’fisa with sympathy. She in turn shakes her head, belled bangs swinging with the motion. “My first was why I left my tribe.”  “Oh.” The table fell silent, debating if this was something that was okay to pursue. “Then why didn’t you say that first?” Khalja’s lack of sensitivity was perfect in this case.  “Because I don’t count it, not for me. My tribe was very traditional, and it was my place to be a good miqo’te for the Nunh. When they all learned I had opinions and wanted to leave, he tried to convince me to stay with his charms.” She practically hisses, but turns her expression happy again, putting the back of her hand under her chin. “I did what made me happy. I didn’t let anyone hold me back, even if everyone believed it was the right thing to do.”  Na’tahna cleared her throat, add Na’fisa to add on: “Everyone who didn’t matter, at least.” She tilts her head in her sisters direction, as well as her gaze and smile. “Tahna and I don’t let anyone hold us back, even if we care for him. It can be hard, but we have to take care of us first.”  Qiqi was obviously taken by this, as she looked down at her cup with a furrowed brow and many thoughts. The men seemed to have enough wits to not press to hard on the obviously uncomfortable situation. 

The blonde viera, however, set her cup down and cleared her throat. “Well, I haven’t actually had mine yet, Khal. So you can quiet picking on the poor girl.” Aislinne’s statement caused her companions expressions to turn astonished and turn their gazes on her. “There is no way that’s true.” Khalja blurted. In response, Aislinne shook her head. “I’ve gone out with a few men, aye, but... Whenever things got intimate, it just made me feel a little uncomfortable.” Her tall standing ears gave a flick as she thought on the matter. “Mayhap it’s that I have no experience with it yet, so...” Her pink gaze gets turned back on Na’fisa, “You say you don’t count it as your first, how about we share one? You could say you’ve had your first, and maybe next time, I won’t feel as uncomfortable!” The innocence in her no-strings-attached offer shone in her eyes as she beamed back at the Miqo’te. Khalja was about to start laughing and opening his mouth again- Qiqi and Na’fisa could both see it. Even Na’tahna was a risk of making jokes.  Very well then.  So Na’fisa turned in her seat and leaned across with the flexibility and grace of a dancer. Cupping the side of the viera’s face and plunging into a kiss- lips locking with the other woman. The stunned silence coupled by the other Viera’s hand shooting up and covering Na’fisa’s own as she returned the kiss- a little forceful, but still nice- caused her tail to flick in delight before slowly breaking the kiss and pulling back to her own seat.  Aislinne’s fingers had lingered on Fisa’s hand, which gave her reassurance about her impromptu actions- though she would never-the-less apologize privately later. Her pale cheeks were also left a gratifying rolanberry red with just as pink eyes stunned as the rest of the room. Na’tahna, Qiqi, and Wulfric quickly had their own stupefy turn into glee. Khalja, for his part, just had shocked flush spread between scales and averted his gaze into his own drink. 

All that is left is to use her commanding grace and leadership to move the group on. Na’fisa propped her elbows up on the table and tucked her hand back under her chin. “It is my turn then, for an ask- is it not?” 

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My bingo card for @/wondroustailsofffxiv!

Prompt 1: First Kiss Prompt 2: Grooming Prompt 3: Sharing Clothes Prompt 4: Childhood Prompt 5: Au - Role Reversal 

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O princezně Jasněnce a létajícím ševci (1987) dir. by Zdeněk Troška.

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3, 8?

3. Who do they worry about the most? - "Honestly?" Her brows stitch together, an uncomfortable sort of amusement playing on the miqo'te's expression. "Call me vain, but... myself. Always." She gives a sort of shrug, clearly considering rolling with her usual vibrato but deciding to take on a more serious tone: "When you are told to save the world, when you are told you are so important, when everyone relies on you... I have to keep myself safe, because if I miss my step then the whole song and dance falls apart." Learning not to throw herself to the wolves was a quick lesson for Fisa- who is there to save the world when she is dead? If her lack of peace and rest has taught her anything, the answer is no one.

8. How do they feel about the fame/infamy that comes with being a Warrior of Light/Darkness? - "Hah!" Eyes closing she presses her palm against her cheek with fingers splayed as if posing for a gpose shot. "Honestly, it has been so long since I had been recognized as a Warrior. I take a more solid back foot on saving the world now, but it is always nice to be in the spotlight." In reality, the pressure over the lifetimes had been getting to Fisa, making her feel like she's suffocating everytime she makes a wrong decision. Its easier without the entire show being focused around her, but the cat does love her attention now and then, and you won't catch her in a moment of weakness if she can help it!

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18. What is something they would never tell anyone? (a memory, a wish, anything)

19. What level of education do they have?

18. Na'fisa folds her ears down, lips contorting into a thoughtful pout while she looks off to the side in thought. "Something I wouldn't tell anyone..." She presses her usual confidence to avoid betraying the way the question and answer actually makes her feel. (Though her tail may betray that anyways.) "I try not to tell people about their other lives- how they are, or what their story is in the other lifetimes. Some people want to know- sometimes they want to know how things could have been." A small shrug. "But not everything should be known. No one needs to know when they acted against their own morality, or when the world didn't work out the way it should, or when.. when we have a deep relationship that their current self wouldn't understand." Despite herself, red is rising to her cheeks. "After all, every experience is unique and it makes a person."

((Shamelessly justifying every WOLship all at once? OH YEAH.))

19. "Oh, many." She chuckles. "Originally it was none worth mentioning at all. Then stolen teachings, or sneakily eavesdropped lessons. But the more my fate got involved in important matters, the more I had access to anything I wanted to learn. Each lifetime I would start with something new- now there is few things I do not know at least the basics of." There is a thoughtful pause, then she adds on with a tone: "Just don't ask me about cooking, or alchemy." She waves her claw like such is obvious. "Sometimes, no matter how many mentors you have- you just don't enjoy something. Things are always better when they're from someone with passion for them." Nice way to avoid saying you're not good at something, Fisa.

((Thank you so much for the asks!<3))

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FFXIV WoL questions

1. Why did they pick their first class/job? What about the job they main now?

2. Does your WoL have a recurring nightmare (or more)? What is it?

3. Who do they worry about the most?

4. What’s their alcohol tolerance like? (if they drink)

5. What is the first impression most people have of them? Is it different when they get to know them?

6. Is that their natural hair color?

7. How have they dealt with losing people?

8. How do they feel about the fame/infamy that comes with being a Warrior of Light/Darkness?

9. What does the way they’ve decorated their apartment and/or house (if they have one) say about them as a person?

10. Do they misuse any of their abilities?

11. What location do they dislike the most?

12. Does anyone call them by a nickname? What do they think about it?

13. What are their speech patterns like? more formal or informal?

14. If they were not an adventurer, what would they be doing?

15. Which NPC are they the most similar to?

16. What kinds of weather do they like and dislike? Do they handle heat or cold better?

17. Any allergies?

18. What is something they would never tell anyone? (a memory, a wish, anything)

19. What level of education do they have?

20. When in the story was their highest point? When were they at their lowest?

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Family is about oh so much more than just flesh and blood. 

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“I'm not late-- okay, so I am. But do you know how hard it is to get a good selfie? Thankfully I have good friends to just hang around with.”