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We Are The Corps

Pink, Green, Black, 

Red, Blue, 

Gold, Azure, Yellow

@nenet-ffxiv @the-wanted-man @lilyverlial @thavnairian-phoenix @S’ento Tenshi @Gaz Khivazo @Konnor Lysannis 

The Ranger Corps

We’re here to Save the Day.

We’re here to Save the World.

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Do not go gently...

    It started as a touch on her shoulder. It began as a whisper in her ear. Somewhere outside the runes of what was once Doma, sat a figure alone in the twilight of the day. The building she rested in was old, burned away by her own hands, and now here it was, among the destroyed once tall buildings and forest. Here she found her peace, or rather, it was what she hoped to find. The heir of the Takahashi clan, Miya by name of her own choosing, Setsuko by her birth; was in silent contemplation and yet it didn’t stop the soft touch to her shoulder once more.  Her eyes didn’t lift, they stayed where they were, downcast on the charred remains of what was once her bedroom, a room that she shared with her twin sister, Setsuka. Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night.     She was there. Setsuka was ever present to the cursed samurai, and even if her words were sweet, pleading and begging for her to not take the steps she had, to turn back, to hide from the wrath she knew might come upon her dearest twin….Setsuko, no. Miya ignored it all. Once before, she would have heeded her sister’s warning, but the time for warnings was gone. The Doman’s hand came up, gently touching over decayed skin and bone, cold and lifeless, as if the dead were there with her in that moment. The pressure on her shoulder was gone a moment later and once more, the cursed Samurai was left in silence.     Only the sound of the wind. Nothing but the wind remained. How long had it been since she could recall such tranquility amidst this chaos? How did time seem to stand still here, for better or for worse? Miya could recall the various Yokai in her family’s service, how they patrolled the grounds so freely, scaring or hurting anyone who got too close. And the laughter. Oh…their laughter. She remembered the nights she woke up to the sound of someone screaming, and then the sound of otherworldly laughter coming from the demons responsible. Sleep had always been a fleeting problem, even before taking on the three hundred and so on into her. Her birthright. One she stole. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night.     And here…here she sat for who knows how long. Debating a past she could not change, a future uncertain. Where as once a musical voice would help her reason, help her see where she needed to correct a mistake, to stave her blade, to show mercy and know when to run away. That voice was silent now. Strange, she thought, how one voice, one friend could easily speak over the constant talking in her head. The screaming, the yelling, the wailing, the laughing, Shami was soft spoken, but oh his voice was heard as clear as day when he spoke in her mind. He was gone now, someplace he was needed, away from her. The choice had not been easy, this was the only friend she had, the closest one who never left her and now they were apart, but for the best.     So cold. She had been called so cold for sending him away, but she could not bare anything coming to him, coming to hurt him. But ever curious was the notion of sacrifice and one she had not encountered since the time before the Madness began. Her thoughts were devoted to her ‘Mother’, her actions and her will, all belonged to one called ‘The Dowager’ and she was content with that. She was content to be a blade called into service because it was all she ever knew.     And now…there were complications. A Cowboy. A Ranger. A Snake. A Moonlit sky. A Dragon. A Shadow. No…not a shadow. HER Shadow. The Doman stood slowly, and the words that came from her mouth finished the poem she had been reciting in her head all the while. Her bones cracked, the Yokai who controlled them resisting and trying to restrain her but to their dismay, she wasn’t allowing them any control. “Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light.“     Her will was resolved. Her mind made up. Her outfit was in tatters, the last bits of her garment she wore on the night of The Fall, how the years had been unkind to once regal silks and Doman steel. Those jade eyes narrowed and slowly did the woman don a familiar long brimmed hat. Wrapped palms gripped tightly to the handle of her weapon and slowly steps were taken from the ruins of the Takahashi Estate. “And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.“     Each step seemed silent as she made her way down the shattered stairs, each stride forward leaving something in it’s wake. Behind the Doman came the ominous whispers, the dark mist of black and decay, the fury of every Yokai trapped within the woman wrapped around her like an armor, like a shroud, all of them played their part. A Monster. She was content with being a Monster. Cursed. she was content with being cursed. Death. She was content with dying if it meant one thing.     That she would prove them right. “Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.“

Music Insp: Here!

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Some lore compliant ways to get between Source and First:

For all the RPers who just want the best of both worlds and an explanation for all the haters who say the lore forbids it! These are all fairly plausible ways to get between the Source and the First that are actually in the lore already. Spoilers abound!

Doin’ it like only the Warrior of Light Can: The obvious one, just because it was in the MSQ. The Exarch summoned us using the technology from within the Crystal Tower and knowledge gleaned from Omega and Alexander. We all know this, just including it as a way that makes it possible. Perhaps your character was working with the Exarch (or knew him on the Source) and you came over the same way. This method requires you to have the Echo to be brought over body and soul. Without it, only your soul traverses across the rift.

Good old magic hole punching: As the caster role quests demonstrate, getting a mage of some sort with a sufficient amount of aether gives you enough power to punch a hole through the rift and across worlds. Aether is abundant. I don’t know why everyone says going to the First is ripping apart the lore when there’s a perfectly valid way to do it right here. Two-bit thaumaturges open up holes in the rift to summon Voidsent all the time. Your character can do this with enough preparation.

The Fae Way: Another method in canon to traverse the realms is with fae magic! Feo Ul can do it effortlessly, even bringing your shopping with them. One pixie even popped across the rift just to send messages back and forth to the skywatchers so we could see the weather a world away. Honestly, my theory as to how the Scions will get back to the Source is that they’ll hitch a ride on Bismarck. The fae just make it that easy, so perhaps your character made a pact of some sort with one?

Just Wandering Around: We’ve known since ARR that Voidsent literally just stumble into the Source because there are naturally weak barriers between the worlds all over the place. Weak Voidsent do this easily. Your character could do it, too - imagine the fun of accidentally falling through a portal to another world.

And whatever else you can think of! There’s got to be a few other ways I’m missing that we can do this. And I’m sure as 5.x goes on more ways will be revealed to us, since I’m sure the Scions will find a way home eventually. Maybe your character gets sent over without their body like they did. What if their soul started inhabiting their reflection in another shard for some body switching fun?! The possibilities are endless! Don’t shit on other RPers for trying to find a valid way to roleplay in a world we all fell in love with.

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Sigi, Zeus, Sely, and/or Syn

Will post Trust NPCs sometime soon

Send me “My turn!” for dialogue my muse would have while in a party with yours.

In honor of the recent TRUST NPC prompt going around!

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Selection: “It’s about time, dear!”

Job: Sea Witch

Weapons: Isuke will use her tome for almost all of her attacks. That is her focus, though if you get in far too close she will pull out a dagger gifted to her by her beloved sun. 

Behavior: She will dodge literally everything. There is no move too inconvenient to dodge for this sea witch. Isuke will not only keep everyone up at all costs, but she will dance through the battlefield while doing it. 

Dialogue:

“It’s time to shine!” - Starting Combat

“Magic don’t fail me now!” - Buffing Self

“You best not waste this!“ - Buffing Party

“I’ll be fine.” - Healing Self

Limit Break:

“Not on my watch!” - LB1 (Healer: Siren’s Kiss)

“Let the sea consume!” - LB2 (Healer: Deathly Depths)

“It’s time to play!” - LB3 (DPS: Purge)

Defeated:

“I’ve…failed.”

“Do not lose…hope!”

“Next time…”

Revived:

“Better than ever!”

“You cannot down the sea!” “Did you really think you’d get rid of me that easily?”

Party Specific Dialogue: When in a party with Gideon: @devil-you-know All buff priority goes to Gideon. Healing priority will always start with Gideon. “Oh my darling sun! I am here with you!” - When beginning combat. “Like pigs to the slaughter we will down them one by one!” - When buffing/healing. When in a party with Caelric Spades: @charm-in-spades She will always stay behind him. Never pull ahead of him. “We’re gonna have so much fun!” - When beginning combat. “My kuara, steel yourself I am here!” - When buffing/healing When in a party with Arthur D’ehcan: @agent-nightingale-xiv She will pull ahead of him every once in awhile.(If he tanks) Her fairy will follow him to the point of annoyance. (It worries.) “You ready shovuu!? This is gonna be a blast!” - When beginning combat. “I will always believe in you!” - When buffing/healing. When in a party with Lucien Korbinius: @glowinggunmetal Isuke will remain next to him while running from pull to pull.  She will obsessively heal him. Any slight HP lost, is a lot of HP loss.  “I’m gonna show you what I’ve been learning, papa!” - When beginning combat. “Luke no!! Hold on I’ve got you! Take this!” - When buffing/healing. When in a party with Raih’ir Karnha: @glorified-thieves As long as Gideon is not in the party, Raih will get all the damage buffs. She will always call for Raih to use the LB as long as he is DPS.  “Let’s go Raih! You gotta see what I learned!” - When beginning combat. “N-No! I won’t let anyone ever hurt you again!” - When buffing/healing. When in a party with Enambris: @enambris She will never pull ahead of Enambris.  She will never play the healing game with her health.  “Come on big sis, they don’t got NOTHING on us!” - Beginning combat. “They have NO idea who they are messing with!” - When buffing/healing. When in a party with Belladonna Slater: @its-morphin-time-xiv She will pop fireworks and little fanfares often.  If Raih is not paired with her, she will be called to use the LB! “C’mon! Let’s be heroes!” - When beginning combat. “Oh no they didn’t! That’s MY big sister!” - When buffing/healing. Tagged by: @agent-nightingale-xiv @glorified-thieves @ephemeralrequital Tagging: @enambris @derelict-ravnrose @its-morphin-time-xiv @devil-you-know @charm-in-spades

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P.A.R.T.Y. - Universe Festival from Kamen Rider Zi-O: Over Quartzer

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Sweet Dreams...?

An RP Excerpt: Glass Network: Season 3 Finale Start -

Involvement/Cause: @mother-dearest-xiv​

[What follows is an excerpt from the starting Mass RP for our Season 3 Finale… A dream that some have woken up into. A dismal and horrid existence where their lives are mundane… terrible… and depressing.]

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Sieglinde, while tending to the landscape of the office outside has her thoughts no doubt turn to her family, the family that she lost from the crash. She cannot help but think of her family every day, partially the reason why she is afraid of being outdoors. Why did she has to be a groundskeeper of all people, she wondered. She makes a valiant effort not to look up at the sky, rather keeping her gaze on the various flowers she has to maintain.

The hot shower she took grimly reminded her of that day, she almost wanted to punch the shower off but it did not do any good. She did not even look at the morning sky when coming out of bed. She did not talk to anyone on the way there, or even looked at everyone when signing in at the office. Her department doesn't even have its own designated floor, it's somewhere around floor 50. She's just off in her own little world trying to keep what sanity she has left. She may have passed a glance by Luke, Zhiji, and Aisha on accident, but regardless, after signing in she merely made her way to her job...the dreaded outdoors...

As she tends to the flowers, she hums to herself a tune, a hymn that her mother used to sing to her and her younger sister. The only thing keeping her grounded and happy, underneath the endless sky yawning over her. The only thing comforting her after the horrible crash, the only memento of her mother and family remaining.

She also possesses a nickname: Sigi. But it is a nickname that is dear to her, her family and closest friends call her that. It is proof that she can trust and be happy around these people. But otherwise, she merely sees the rest of society as shilouettes, as shadows, and herself stuck in the middle of the crowd isolated. Not wanting such thoughts to intrude her work, she continues watering and planting. She has already received enough warnings, she doesn't want to risk getting suspended, and losing her full-time wages.

"You don't have to be so sullen, Sigi..."

Sieglinde only offers a passing glance to the other coworkers that enter the building, while she herself remains within the world of the flowers, a world she is content to be in...until she sees a wilted lily flower nearby. Upon seeing it, she drops her tools and in a gasp she hurries over to the wilted flower, holding it in her trembling hands. No...not again...! She's going to get in trouble again..! And it was a good looking flower too! It had potential!

"Why are you pulling yourself down like this...?"

She begins to cry as she holds the lily dear in her arms. That was her sister's favorite type of flower too, so seeing that lily wilt was the same as seeing her sister die all over again. All she could mutter from her despair... "Sely..." She then proceeded to remove the wilted flower from the soil, placing it in her bag as she fertilized it and planted a new lily seed in its place, watering it, the usual procedure. She looks towards the office building. Why does she have to suffer outside..? Why does she have to be alone out here?!

"...You're not alone..."

...No, she's not. The crash affected her more deeply than even she knew. In the aftermath, she thought she had met a new imaginary friend, someone to help her cope through the trauma and spiraling depression, someone to keep her from overdosing herself, someone to prevent her from ending her own life too early. But the reality is more rooted. Another person was born that day.

"Remember I'm your friend...you are not alone..." "...Then why Irma...do I feel alone...?" She muttered to herself, or rather her other self, as she continued her usual gardening, not looking up to the sky, staying focused on the ground as the rush of traffic looms on in the background. The morbid side of her looks back to the crash...what even happened...was it a complete accident or did someone do it on purpose...a terrorist...a drunk driver...? Her mind is tired, she's always tired, she's tired of this life of being sullen and depressed. All she wants to do...is go inside...to safety...

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Into The Dream(trix)

An RP Excerpt: Glass Network: Season 3 Finale Start -

Involvement/Cause: @mother-dearest-xiv​

[What follows is an excerpt from the starting Mass RP for our Season 3 Finale… A dream that some have woken up into. A dismal and horrid existence where their lives are mundane… terrible… and depressing.]

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Beta! Rita has escaped! Recruit a team of badasses with attitude!

R I T A   R E P U L S A

Who are you?

They shan’t recognize me… but Ahaha! After ten thousand years I am free! It’s time to conquer Hydaelyn… once and for all.

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With a Clattering

They had to know it was coming. The connection collapsed in the span of a heartbeat, and oh, was the resultant pain… sweet.

I can hear the screams even now. I can feel the fear, I know the uncertainty and terror. They will band together, they will fight.

How could they do anything else?

Soon it will not matter.

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17th Sun of 3rd Umbral Moon, 1583

It is quiet. Too quiet. The four corners of the walls are completely tallied. No room for any more. Sieglinde is at her absolute limit: physically, mentally, and emotionally.

Thump thump.

Verdant eyes thrown wide, gazing ever so skyward, her appearance marred by lack of sleep. She can feel herself slowly dying from the magitek system in her body degrading, its life support slowly failing. With every breath it feels as though she gets drawn more...and more into the abyss.

“Tick tock…goes the clock…

She still has her Network linkpearl, right by her side. Her only form of solace. As the rays of sunlight shine through the window, her marred, emancipated figure is shown...it looks like she has stopped eating recently, her hair is too long and too undone. She looks like a living ghost. Yet she is still alive, her will is too strong to let her die. Or more like...both of her wills...

“Time is almost up.”

The madness within swells within the darkness, once again appearing to Sieglinde in the form of her own visage, except garnered in all black, looking much like a humanoid voidsent...or perhaps something more ancient, like one of the Dowager’s children. She scorns her weaker self, flashing the grin of the devil as the weakened child struggles with her damaged organs, now that the system keeping them functional is degrading.

“...I have to give you credit, my weaker self...living on your own, for five moons...in isolation... One would probably call it a miracle...although in your case...is it truly a worthy miracle...or a curse…? Hehehe…”

Sieglinde growls as she tries to get up from her bed despite her weakened state, but ends up flopping onto the floor, coughing a bit of blood. The madness within laughs at her, finding enjoyment in the struggle.

“You can barely move, let alone get up! That stupid thing inside your body may as well be the same as being confined to that bed, you cannot leave.”

“Shut...up…the answer...is still...no...!”

“We are stubborn, but this stalemate of ours has gone on long enough. It won’t be long until you move on from this realm, but you don’t have to let it end this way. I can feel it, the end is almost here, the work of Mother will soon come to fruition, and all will fall under Elysian...it is but a matter of time…”

She has managed to get up, but is still wobbling, and struggling. She carries the linkpearl in her hand, panting, she makes for the locked chest on the table with its key right nearby.

“You can still make the pledge. You can still live on, move past your mortality...there’s nothing left for you anyways. Why prolong the suffering? Your family is dead, your friends are gone, you are alone. And have been alone. You had a family with the Beloved, yet you threw that away. You are weak, you are a fool.”

She takes the key and inserts it into the lock, rotating it slowly until the chest unlocks, revealing its contents to be a handmade doll, looking like Sieglinde herself but in blue garbed gear, looking like a professional soldier or gunner…wait…

“...Irma Gerd...the other you...that you called a parasite.”

The madness within cannot help but laugh while Sieglinde takes out the Irma doll and starts to cry.

“...Irma...I’m sorry…”

“Might as well make your final farewells~, be it until you become something more or until you die. Either way, your time is up. It is time for you to choose. Are you with Mother, or against her?”

Thump thump...thump thump...

Sieglinde is silent on the question as she also pulls out a dagger from the chest, surprising the madness within.

“...What might you be doing now? No….”

Thump thump...thump thump..thump thump..

She aims the dagger towards her own chest, her hands shaking as she closes her eyes.

Thump thump..Thump thump..Thump thump..thumpthump..thumpthump..thumpthump..

“...I’m giving you my answer…”

Heart beat rises each instant, as she arches the dagger towards the chest when suddenly….

...she stops. Just before it could puncture her chest, puncture her damaged heart. She simply drops the knife as her body shakes.

“...I applaud the attempt. But that just proves to me your mettle, and your decision. You only...need to speak the words, Sieglinde...speak...and the pain will be over. I know you craaaaave this...”

“...I...Sieglinde Stark…”

“Goood~” The madness within seems to swell more over Sieglinde, its insanity about to takes it toil upon the poor woman. Red lines from the magitek system appear over Sieglinde’s body. “Keep going~...”

“...do hereby swear…from this moment on…that my life...to the service…”

The madness’s grin widens as the darkness caresses Sieglinde, almost there...almost there. Just needs one final push…

“...of those who would fight against the Dowager.”

“YES…WHAT?!” The madness’s expression turned from glee to shock as the darkness backs away a little bit.

“To prevent her will...from being carried out...to fight alongside those who would oppose her…”

“No…! What are you doing..!? STOP!!!” The darkness creeps away further, as the red lines turned into a serene blue.

“...And to protect those from being wrought upon...by her so-called...justice…! I bound myself...to this pledge...until oblivion takes me...or until the Dowager is slain once and for all!!!”

It is at that moment the darkness is swept clean away, the madness within Sieglinde screeching in both pain and anger as Sieglinde’s body calms, stops trembling, and stands up straight. She is still dying, but now she has the strength to keep on going. She takes the linkpearl, Irma’s doll, and makes her way downstairs, where the dolls of her family are still at the dining table.

“...You really ARE A FOOL!”

“Why? Because I pledged~?”

“I will not accept this. This pledge is false! You are condemning yourself to more suffering, when it can all be over! What about your mother!? Your father!? Your sister!? You could see them all again in Elysian, your own world!!!”

When Sieglinde looks at the dolls, she hallucinates them as her actual family, who smile at her and nod; she nods back with a smile and tears. She then glances back at her own madness.

“I know what they would want. They want me to live...to be happy. I almost went down a dark path...from which I would never be able to return…a path you tried to drag me down to...but then I remember them...and now...I remember her.”

The embodiment of her madness can only clench her teeth, as suddenly another Sieglinde appears behind the real Sieglinde, garbed in blue and in professional gear, giving the real Sieglinde a sincere calm smile and nod, before staring the madness in the face.

“Irma…you parasite!!!”

“No...not a parasite. She is the other me, the me that was born and lived on after I slept. I once thought she was a parasite who stole my body from me...but that was but delusion...no…” She looks towards Irma. “You were right...I’m not complete without you...and you without me.” Irma nods, and speaks back to her. “We’ll get through this, together. As one.”

Irma and the Stark family dissipates leaving Sieglinde and the madness again, as she makes her way to the front door.

“Ha! You’re still going to die, like you should have all those years ago…!”

As Sieglinde puts her hand on the door handle, she exhaled heavily, as the madness grins. Sieglinde then smiles as she slowly opens the front door, the warm light of the sun seemingly causing pain to the embodiment. Of course Sieglinde’s hallucinating her because of the madness, so it may be more symbolic.

“Irma...no...I know of some people who can help...who have helped me before...saved me once from the Dowager and her Fens...and hopefully...they will save me again.”

As Sieglinde walks outside, the rays of the sun overwhelming her at first but she then welcomes it with a cheery smile, while the madness within is suffering.

“You think they will listen..!? I bet they disabled that linkpearl of yours, because you can’t be trusted…! They’ll probably kick you out or kill you on sight! HAHA!!!!”

“...Now you’re just being pathetic.”

The madness is shot down by that simple statement, as Sieglinde starts to focus her aether, the best that she could in her weakened condition, but the magitek system is helping her.

“...You’ll..die…”

“I won’t, because I have hope. My mama told me to always have hope and believe in myself. I have faith they will listen to me. If not, I will at least die as a normal Hyur, than live as a monster…And by the way...I do not need a dream world to make my dreams come true. Even though they may be hard...I’ll make my dreams come true on my own. And my family...will be with me in spirit, as they always have...”

The madness embodiment slowly starts to dissipate away, as Sieglinde offers one last smile before beginning the teleport.

“...I had a good sleep...but now...it’s time to wake up.”

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Your Muse’s Backstory

1. Where were they born? What is the story behind their birth, if any?

2. Has their living situation changed from when they were born?

3. What occupations did their parents have when they were born? Did this job influence your muse in any form?

4. Did they have any childhood enemies? Any friends? Enemies that became friends?

5. What sort of religion was practiced in their home? Did religion play a role in their upbringing?

6. How many siblings did they have? What was their relationship like? Were they an only child who wished for siblings?

7. What is their fondest memory? Their worst?

8. If they could name the worst moment of their life, what would it be? Did this change them as a person or change how they perceived the world, themselves, and others?

9. If they were to make a timeline with their life events, which ones would they list? Which would they leave out? 10. What was the hardest lesson they had to learn as they got older?

11. What occupation did your character want to have growing up? Is this the same as what they wish to be, or are in, now?

12. Did they face any kind of bullying or abuse growing up?

13. Are there any moments of their past they keep secret?

14. Did they live near extended family in the past? How did this shape their environment? Are any of their relatives near their age? What are their feelings towards extended family in general?

15. Would they rather go back and relive their childhood? Why or why not?

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