#mid centry table

[cccarolineraynerrr]

Kitchen - Dining A large transitional l-shaped kitchen design example with a medium tone wood floor, brown floor, and tray ceiling is equipped with stainless steel appliances, an island, an undermount sink, white countertops, and shaker cabinets and white backsplashes.

[izuminokamiis]

Dining in San Francisco

[ofdarklands]

well i have to say hearing gaius' speech in german does have some... extra accuracy flavour. what can i say

trivia:

gaius' first speech at cid seems to be shorter, as i had to wait a bit for the rest

maggie scene seems to be the same

nero's speech also seems to be the same length, but the cid convo after nero escapes seems to be longer, and the rest of the group triggered the next one before i could get to the lift

gaius' speech is at least 10? 15? seconds shorter, so i ended up here, which was interesting. had to take the shortcut

dungeon google translation under the cut. long, long!

Gaius van Baelsar: You've kept me waiting a long time, Cid. Gaius van Baelsar: I have something to tell you. About Mid nan Garlond... Cid: Ha. Why do I care about my father now? Gaius van Baelsar: Mid showed remorse in his final years... that his Project Meteor had brought you into such distress. Cid: Don't tell me about regrets! He managed the project until the end! Gaius van Baelsar: By then it was already too late to turn away. Meteor took him over, he couldn't escape. Gaius van Baelsar: When I saw him for the very last time, he told me how sorry he was - because of his son. Gaius van Baelsar: You wanted to use Magitek technology to bring peace to the world - that message certainly got through to him. Cid: Did you stage all of this to tell me maudlin stories? Stop it, Gaius! Who is supposed to believe that! Gaius van Baelsar: Cid, Cid. I'm just telling you how it is. Don't you want to come back where you belong? Take your rightful place at my side... as Magitek's lead engineer! Cid: So Gaius, make a point. My father supposedly changed his mind in the end? And should I follow in his footsteps? Where is the logic in that? Gaius van Baelsar: What about you, adventurer? Don't you want to use your powers under my leadership, under Garlean protection - for Eorzea? Gaius van Baelsar: With your special gift you can lead this world into a bright future. Gaius van Baelsar: Ah, you hopeless idealists. It's a wasted effort. Gaius van Baelsar: Yes, well captured. Defend yourself if you can. Or, Cid, do you want to run away a second time? Cid: Gaius! Wait! Damn, then we have no choice... Cid: Well then. I'll take a look at the equipment here and see if I can find out more about this garrison. Just keep pushing forward and wait for my report. Cid: Look! Aren't these the same fighting machines as the ones we used to save Minfilia in Castrum Centri? Cid: They've come just in time! I suggest you grab one and give the enemy some fire. Cid: Hey, Mitr'a, it's me. I dug up some data on the wall - it's made of reinforced cermet. Cid: You can't do anything with normal firepower, you have to redirect all the energy to the magitek cannon - everything, you know? Set to critical performance! You ignore the warning lights! Cid: And then fire away. This will completely burn the machine core, but the wall is through. Cid: Are you okay? You have to switch to... table power...! ...don't worry, ...it's okay!

Cid: Yes! Haha! I don't see any walls on the display anymore! Now you have to continue on foot. Nero tol Scaeva: Ha ha. You're causing quite a ruckus here, boy. Cid: What's going on? Is someone with you?! Nero tol Scaeva: Aah, Cid! How heartwarming to hear your voice - after so long. Haha! Cid: Nero?! How come ... Nero tol Scaeva: We were so daring to tune into your radio. Well, Garlond, how are you always? Cid: So they made you the highest tribune of the XIV Legion... Tribunus Laticlavius Nero Tol Scaeva! Nero tol Scaeva: What is it, Garlond, do you still want to push yourself in front of me now? Cid: What are you talking about? Nero tol Scaeva: Ah, as if you didn't remember! The Magitek Academy? All the honor and praise for the little genius Cid Garlond? Nero tol Scaeva: Don't act stupid! All this time I have been in your shadow because your father was the chief Magitek engineer, the highest ranking engineer in the Empire... Nero tol Scaeva: Then you decided to turn your back on your homeland and defect to the enemy! Do you know what that meant? Nero tol Scaeva: That's exactly what made you a super-genius in people's minds! Your disappearance made you a legend. A traitor, yes - but one of unrivaled ability. Nero tol Scaeva: I, on the other hand, was here, tangible and criticizable. What I screwed up, the gifted Cid Garlond would of course have done with flying colors. If I developed something, it was never as good as you probably would have designed it. Cid: Nero... Nero tol Scaeva: And from the beginning Gaius wanted to make you the chief engineer, blind to all my efforts and achievements. Nero tol Scaeva: Sad story, right? Nero tol Scaeva: But only this far... Because now Gaius has activated the Ultima weapon. My masterpiece. Nero tol Scaeva: But it will still take a little moment until you can admire it in perfection... So how about a little intermission in the meantime - to shorten the waiting time? Cid: What are you up to? Nero tol Scaeva: I have watched you, adventurer, since you set foot on Eorzean soil. Nero tol Scaeva: Your taking on the idols of the Wild Tribes - not bad for a wandering vagabond. And your gift of transcending makes you invulnerable to their influence. Nero tol Scaeva: No wonder the Legatus is following you with the utmost attention! Nero tol Scaeva: And I'm just as interested in your practical ability. If I could make them usable for the Magitek...! Nero tol Scaeva: That would put all your inventions to shame, Cid. All your developments would look like childish stuff - in front of an ultimate weapon with the artificial power of transcending! Nero tol Scaeva: Alright, adventurer. Now let's test out your little secret thoroughly.

(in battle) Nero tol Scaeva: I have prepared an incomparable stage for you. I hope you appreciate this honor! Nero tol Scaeva: Well, hasn't Cid made you a usable weapon yet? Just take a good look at mine! Nero tol Scaeva: My deathclaw. How do you like her? Nero tol Scaeva: Hnn... Should I... even succumb to you!? Nero tol Scaeva: Cursed...! You should... succumb! Nero tol Scaeva: ... Har har har! Are you listening, Cid? Do you hear the? The Ultima Weapon is in its final phase! She is complete! My work! Ahahahahaha! Cid: Hey, Mitr'a! Everything OK with you? Cid: Where is Nero? Away?! Damn it! Cid: The sensors indicate an extreme increase in temperature in the inner chamber. They probably diverted all of the castrum's energy to the Ultima weapon - that's why the lights just went out! Cid: I bet Gaius is in there too. Now let's get going, every second counts. Cid: News came from the Alliance just now. Kan-E-Senna has managed to seal off the railway line to the castrum. Cid: The state companies are on their way here. Now there are only a few Yalms separating us from the target... Let's destroy the Ultima weapon. Cid: The reception is about to get worse, be prepared for the contact bead to fail. Cid: But don't let anything stop you, okay? Now it's all about it. Cid: Look... for the controls for the elevator... It has to be there somewhere. Cid: The chamber for the Ultima weapon should be at the bottom... Cid: Gaius can be anywhere, so keep your eyes peeled! Cid: Be careful, you hear? Don't be surprised! Cid: The interference is getting stronger, contact could break at any moment...

Gaius van Baelsar: Well, adventurer…tell me…what are you fighting so hard for? Gaius van Baelsar: Hmm! How extremely noble! But do you also believe in Eorzea? Gaius van Baelsar: This façade of unity, the cities built on illusions, the lulling belief in “gods”… Gaius van Baelsar: Eorzea is a mess of lies and delusion. Gaius van Baelsar: It is undignified how you “civilized people” cringe before the idols of the savages… They help their people - whereas your gods hardly bother to do so. Gaius van Baelsar: Are your twelve busy? Are they hiding from me? If you adore them like that, then call them, like you did back then on the heath of Carteneau! Or are you hesitating because they would succumb to me?! Gaius van Baelsar: And don't forget their toll - the vast amounts of aether they charge the Earth for each guest appearance! Gaius van Baelsar: Don't you see? What are your gods but parasites? Just like the primals who drain the air from the land… Gaius van Baelsar: You suspect it yourself, and yet you close your eyes! Why do stupid people still pay homage to them? Why was the great Louisoix too blind to see it? Gaius van Baelsar: Because your leaders are weak, spineless and without the will to power! Gaius van Baelsar: The world was made for us worldly people, we are its raison d'être! Gaius van Baelsar: She is ours, for we fought for her while the gods slept! Gaius van Baelsar: And what is more natural than the strongest ruling over the weak?! Gaius van Baelsar: The earth is bleeding dry because no one prevents it from being bled. Gaius van Baelsar: But I will re-establish the order of this world! I wash away the lies of this world, I am its salvation! Gaius van Baelsar: And I will crush the “heroes” like you so that all the world will know my strength! Gaius van Baelsar: Then this empire… will rise again as my empire! (in battle) Gaius van Baelsar: A “hero”? What pathetic praise for a worm that stayed alive by chance. Gaius van Baelsar: Only fools face me in battle! Gaius van Baelsar: Not bad for a brainless weakling. But don't get excited too soon. Gaius van Baelsar: Can you finish what you started? Gaius van Baelsar: If you are not willing to bow to me, this blade will be your downfall! Gaius van Baelsar: The era of the weak is over! Gaius van Baelsar: Do you think you can achieve victory with perseverance? A fatal mistake!

i forgot i had my cutscenes on autoskip so i didn't get his final words before he runs to the ultima weapon, sadly

[chrysalispen]

you know what, fuck it, palate cleanser! 

disgusting tooth-rotting established relationship fluff ahoy (in other words MY. BRAND. /bangs on table like a toddler) before i go back to this chapter 

also, yes. tataru made everyone gaudy starlight jumpers. i need ugly christmas sweaters to be a thing we actually get in-game from her pls make it happen yoship ty

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Aurelia smiled as she sat cross-legged on the well-worn meeting sofa, crading the mug of hot chocolate in her hands. All told, the party had been a success, and no one here need know how much effort had actually gone into obtaining the tree. Tataru was practically glowing with happiness over the reception of her handmade jumpers, the room was abuzz with chatter, and the lights strung through the branches of the Coerthan spruce cast a soft and lambent glow that spilled across the floor of the workshop.

Aye, all in all, a successful Starlight.

Her smile faded ever so slightly when she looked down at her drink. She still felt a bone-deep pang in her chest every time its sweet scent wafted into her nose, but at least she could bear to actually drink it these days, and that was progress in itself. Maybe with more time to salve the wound, she might be able to feel the fondness without the sorrow that still accompanied it.

One step at a time, though. She tilted her head back to rest against the cushions at her back, and after a moment felt a warm weight settle in at her side and an arm over her shoulders.

"Not falling asleep already, are you?"

Aurelia tilted her chin in the direction of that voice and cracked one eye. "Not just yet."

"Hn." After a pause: "You did well. It looks good."

"What does?"

"Your arboreal handiwork."

"What... oh," she chuckled, realizing he meant the tree. "You wouldn't believe the ridiculousness I had to go through to get it here."

"You might be surprised."

"Well, it was important to Tataru, so..."

The weight at her side startled, then shifted. "That reminds me. One moment, I'll be right back."

She watched him go, noting with something like bemusement that for all her grousing about his presence, one, Tataru had even made Nero a natty holiday jumper, in his favorite color, and two, he was actually wearing it.

Her smile returned full-force.

Her chocolate had gone cold by the time he returned bearing a rather bulky steel box in his hands. "So, I was going to give this to you later," he explained, setting it down in front of her feet, "but as usual I've no idea when you might be off again and I supposed sooner might be more ideal."

Still smiling, Aurelia set the mug on the side table, leaned forward, and unfastened the latches on the box. Her eyes went wide at the contents.

"...Nero, this is-"

"A portable cryocentrifuge, yes."

"What- you found one?"

"Not... precisely. I had to cobble it together using an older schematic, and several components I can safely say are not something one can locally source, so that did require a jaunt down into some of the old R&D floors within Castrum Centri earlier today." He paused, a slow and very amused grin stretching his lips. "...Which now I'm thinking about it, some things make a bit more sense."

"I'm not quite sure I follow," Aurelia said, her face flushed with happiness of her own, "but hells below, Nero! You didn't have to go to this trouble."

"It wasn't that much trouble."

He said that, but she had seen that the tips of his ears had turned pink, which for him was what passed for a blush. She found it terribly cute but wasn't about to say so. As much as the man lived for validation of his work from others, complimenting his thoughtfulness quite often left Nero flustered, and she knew he wouldn't appreciate it if Cid were present to see he wasn't as unflappable as he pretended.

So instead she smiled at him and said,

"You're going to have to tell me all about your building process when you help me set it up in my work space. It's late tonight. Tomorrow perhaps?"

"I-" A surprised hesitation, then a half-tilted smile. "Tomorrow it is."

She latched the box shut, sat upright, and leaned comfortably into his side with a yawn. The last two days had been rather eventful but the cushions upon which she sat were cozy, the room was warm and dimly lit, and she was in the company of a family she'd chosen for herself watching them talk and eat and open gifts and bask in their fellowship. For the moment at least, she was content. It was a good state of mind to put one to sleep.

"Look at you," came the low, teasing rumble from the man whose cheek was now resting upon the crown of her head. "Had I known you'd be that pleased I'd have put it together long ago."

"That's because you're actually a good sort when you want to be, you know." At his quiet scoff she allowed herself a little chuckle. "Don't worry, Scaeva, your secret's safe with me."

"Good. I should hate to have this lot think that perhaps I might actually enjoy their company."

"Yes," Aurelia said, voice dry, "can you imagine how ghastly that would be? Making friends? The absolute horror of it all."

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were making fun of me."

"Would I do th--" She froze mid-sentence, her smile gone. "Ah, bugger, Nero, I didn't get anyone any gifts!"

"You don't need to give me anything."

"Nero, no-"

"Stop. I made that for you because you are constantly working, be it some grand sweeping mission for the 'good of the realm' or somesuch, or your personal research into recreating medicines for the people here. I wanted to make at least one small part of your life a touch easier." She felt, after his pause, the press of lips against her hair. "That is the gift, not the centrifuge."

She was going to ruin the moment if she said anything else, so she didn't. Instead Aurelia studied the lanky man in his new wine-colored jumper and hesitantly reached for the other hand that lay free in his lap. He let her lace his fingers through hers without comment, but when she squeezed he squeezed back.

They said nothing else after that. They sat together in comfortable silence watching the wind spit snow onto the frosty window by the huge tree, and she found herself wishing every Starlight could end so well.

[wheremytwinwatches]

[Where My Twin Watches]: Full Metal Alchemist Brotherhood Episode 40

Last time: Our protagonists put on a play for Kimblee, Yoki actually proved to be useful, and Al lost his map. Onwards!

Really digging the new intro. And hey, just noticed that Al’s still got his “hair” cut short from his run-in with Buccy’s chainsaw. Continuity! Hey, you’re the Central jerks who told Armstrong the Great to go south while you took her chair! Boo! I mean yeah, she did kill Raven like you suspect, but he totally deserved it! In Central Armstrong the Great’s walking along when she oh ho! She’s run into her rival, Colonel Roy Mustang!

They snark at each other for a bit, although Armstrong the Great’s not that wrong when she accuses him of getting the post for being “well-connected”. Further attempts at flirting are shot down (she’s both an Armstrong and lives in freezing weather conditions, do not offer to buy her food if you value your bank account), as well as a final attempt to pass off his Flower Mountain. Oh yeah, she should visit her grandmother while she’s here! Here we go, Fuhrer King Bradley vs Major-General Armstrong the Great. He gets right down to it, demanding to know what she’s done with Raven. Knowing she can’t completely lie, Armstrong the Great plays it off as doing Bradley a service, cutting down a blabbermouth who spilled all sorts of secrets like immortality, the plan of the country, and Bradley’s true nature. And knowing all of that, she still came within striking distance of this monster. Because heck, she hears that there’s an empty General’s chair… Wow. Ok, that’s badass. From being summoned for killing one of Bradley’s men, she’s spun this into a seat of power to strike against the Goths. Sure, she has to play along for now, and put her troops in the center of the trap, but damn if I’m not impressed. You go, Ice Queen. Slightly less impressed with Bradley though, while he’s normally all composed and menacing he’s gone all Glowing Red Eye and Smirking At Wordplay here. Still better than Kimblee. Anyways, give it up for General Armstrong! While she’s in Central, her troops are still up north, glaring at those pompous Central officers swanning around like they own the place. Pfft. Their boss might not be in the area, but the soldiers of Fort Briggs still act as one, and when the moment comes to do more than glare at the Centries’ backs… [Buccy]: “From here on, the bears will fight the tigers.” Episode 40 - “Homunculus (The Dwarf in the Flask)” ...ok, I was misled before with thinking “The First Homunculus” would be about Uncle, but second time’s the charm! Gimme Big Bad Backstory! Hey Riza! Hope you’re feeling better after that run-in with the creepy kid. Still have that cut on your cheek? Roy takes a seat at her table and damnit Bradley, why’d you have to go and split up the power couple, with the whole hostage situation hanging over their heads it’s just awkward work conversation with hardly any good banter. I mean, all Riza can say is that Roy is a slacker, I know she’s got way better insults than that. Yeah, especially after the Selim encounter she has to be careful what she says. But she taps her mug to get Roy’s attention? Twice? And the Plotting Music has started up as Roy double-taps his own pen, and oh my Leto they’re talking in code yes. Now Roy’s in a bathroom going over his papers, listing off oh I see, the code is she says a name and he uses the first letter. Clever! Roy’s listing off the names, starts getting shocked as he goes along… yup, I’d say that SELIM BRADLEY IS HOMUNCULUS is something to get shocked over. Roy immediately destroys the paper, wondering what the heck’s about to happen in Central. Down below Uncle’s lounging in his Pipe Chair, taking a nap? Uncle Flashback! To a young man, being yelled at by an electronic voice? Looks like a guy in ratty clothes with a broom, an Alchemist’s Apprentice?

And there’s a bottled-up flask with a shifting black cloud inside, I’m guessing that’s the titular Homunculus. Flask seems disappointed that Apprentice isn’t shocked at being talked to, but is pleased at the lack of fear. Apprentice is apparently #23, oh so he’s a Homunculus working for the Alchemist. Or a slave? So wait, is Apprentice human? Flask is explaining what “deeded” means, says that Apprentice isn’t very bright and wonders how he was born “from someone as stupid as you”. Ok, so the Alchemist used some of Apprentice’s blood in an experiment, that created Flask. Flask is grateful, and decides to give Apprentice a name. Something noble-sounding, but not too complicated for his stupid little brain… how about Von Hohenheim? Oooh, so we’re getting Beard backstory which should lead into Uncle backstory. Hmmm. I see what you’re doing Flask, offering to teach Beardless, raise him up from his life as a slave. I mean yeah, slavery is awful and everything, but I’m getting the distinct impression that your goals aren’t exactly Good. The little arms and Red Eye and manic grin you’re sporting aren’t helping your case, either. [Flask]: “I’ll tell you what, Von Hohenheim, you can call me “The Dwarf In The Flask”, Homunculus.” Eh, I think I’ll stick with Flask for now. Time is passing, suns and moons flying past an hourglass that’s picked up by Beardless while a man in blue robes scribbles away in the background. There’s talk about how All Things Are One, Beardless standing on a cliff with Blue Robe to the side carrying Flask. Wait, is he giving Alchemy lessons to Beardless? For a guy who has numbered slaves to do the drudge work, that’s a surprising act. Unless this is just so Beardless can be a more effective worker for him, so jury is still out on Blue Robe. Beardless seems to impress his boss by talking about how if All is outside the One then it is Nothing or somesuch, Blue Robe says he passed and that Von Hoenheim is now an Alchemist. Really? You give your slave lessons and name him your equal? I really don’t know what to make of Blue Robe. Regardless, Beardless is humble and says he’s still only a servant. Flask chuckles at that. Later Beardless is thanking Flask for his life being improved with the knowledge the Homunculus gave him, earning his Master’s respect. Heck, maybe he’ll even get a girlfriend one day! Flask mocks humanity needing to procreate in order to continue existing, Beardless argues that it’s the bonds of friends and family that people live for. That leads to the question of what makes Flask happy. [Flask]: “Well… I’d hate to be guilty of asking too much, but I think I’d be happy if I could just leave this flask…” Mid-ep pictures of a scuffed-up Beardless (Slave Number 32) wielding a stick, and The Little One Inside The Flask with his huge grin.

Uh oh, creepy music in a darkened hall. Flask is resting on a cloth stand, asking why “someone with so much power and prosperity” would need immortality. Uh oh. Blue Robe snaps at Flask to mind his manners when in front of royalty, seems the noble that Blue Robe works for wants to be immortal. Blue Robe even threatens to smash Flask’s flask (so would that set them free or kill them?), but Flask talks back saying that he wouldn’t dare destroy such a source of knowledge. King certainly looks old enough that mortality is a pressing concern, he demands the secret from Flask who remarks on the age of the King of Xerxes- oh dear, that’s a name that we recognize. So for one we know that this will not end well for the kingdom, and also GOOD LETO Beard is freaking old if he’s from the Precursor civilization to our modern characters! So I think it’s safe to say that the little black-and-red grinning ball of smoke is Evil, it looks like the King’s ordered his people to dig “irrigation canals” all around the country. No sooner do they go to bed after a hard day of standing around and talking about how awesome their King is, that a bunch of soldiers come riding in and slaughter the workers to “carve out a crest of blood”. Dude, not cool. Later Beardless is carrying Flask around as townsfolk murmur about how villages have been getting wiped out, Beardless remarks that it’s an awful tragedy. [Flask, being totally sincere]: “Yeah, real tragic.” A couple more slaughtered villages later, an hourglass runs out and the King is woken up by Blue Robe, along with another Robe Alchemist and Slave Number 32 who is now rocking the Beard. The King just snarks that the TC took long enough. Time to get some immortality all up in this royalty! (Gee, I wonder if it’ll work…) The ceremony begins, the King giving some blood to an urn ask Beard looks on in awe, so happy to see his ruler achieve immortality oh gosh look at all that black smoke and red lighting, looks like things aren’t working out so well. Spindly black arms rise up from the ground to freak out the Xerxians in the circle, the King has just enough time to realize that this isn’t immortality before he and his flunkies start dying. Turns out the real center of the circle is where Flask and Beard are, Flask used the blood of his blood-brother to open the doorway for both of them. A great eye appears below a shocked Beard before enveloping him and growing to encompass the entire city, dozens of giant shadow arms erupting across a screaming nation before they descend on the eye. In the Whitespace Flask and Beard are Deconstructed and the light show ends. In the morning, Beard wakes up next to a broken flask, calling out for his Majesty and his Master before stumbling outside to a city of corpses. [Beard]: “Somebody… there must be someone left…” [Uncle]: “It’s no use. All of their souls have been taken from them.” Beard thinks that the one standing above him is his King and bows, but looks up to see his own face. Uncle says that he created a body using Beard’s blood, now he can walk on his own two legs. [Uncle]: “To thank you for your blood, I’ve given you a name, and I’ve given you knowledge. And now, I’ve given you a body that will live forever.” Yup. Beard’s immortal, carrying half of all the souls of Xerxes in his body. You know, I can kind of understand why he calls himself a monster now. Beard springs back to the waking world on a train, seems he dozed off. So where are you heading now? Finally going to join your boys and be useful, or are you still kicking around Amestris doing whatever it is you do? Ooh! Teacher! Looks like Izumi and Sig are on the same train as Beard! Wait, have they ever met before? Ok, Teacher’s talking about how she finally gets to meet Papa Elric, and Beard finally gets to meet the teacher of his sons. Uh oh, Izumi’s having some stomach problems, Sig goes to get her medicine before Beard offers to take a look. Right, he’s got his Philosopher’s Stone blood, he can patch her up. Sig is sent to “get a car” so he can talk to Teacher privately, he confirms that she’s seen the Truth and she sacrificed her internal organs. Ok, now he can WHAT WHAT NONONONONONONONONONONONONONO BEARD WHAT THE FUCK YOU JUST STABBED TEACHER WHAT THE FUCK I FINALLY SETTLED ON YOU BEING A GOOD GUY (barring you abandoning your family) BUT NOW YOU’RE KILLING OFF THOSE WHO HAVE SEEN THE TRUTH IS YOUR PLAN SERIOUSLY TO KILL OFF UNCLE’S POTENTIAL SACRIFICES SO HE CAN’T USE THEM FUCK THAT, FUCK YOU, KICK HIS ASS SIG wait Teacher is ok? She’s breathing easier? There’s no wound? Ah. Ok, well aside from Beard’s deplorable bedside manner and scaring the living daylights out of me, he’s done a good thing. He apparently can’t replace Teacher’s injuries as they were “a testament to her sin” (so is that the reason you haven’t fixed your kids yet with your Philosopher Blood?), but he did rearrange her organs to allow better blood flow. [Teacher]: “You’re the boy’s father, but who… who are you?” [Beard]: “Who am I? I am a Philosopher's Stone, in the form of a man. That’s what I am.” Post credits has Ed explaining Philosopher’s Stones to Sideburns, who’s skeptical about so much power being held in such a small package. Ed says he’s never seen a Stone larger than that, to make one you’d have to kill thousands. Cue image of Beard eating dinner with the Curtises. [Ed]: “Maybe it’s possible, but I would never want to see it.”

[kiyokage]

Looking for RP Connections [Balmung]

The Basics

NAME: Kiyokage (alias)

AGE: Mid-30s

RACE: Xaela

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Straight - interested only in females

MARITAL STATUS: Single (Monogamous, Long-term)

Physical Appearance

HAIR: Black, mid length, messy. Usually braided in the front and left to naturally spike backwards.

EYES: Black with red limbrals

HEIGHT: 7′1″

BUILD: Muscular and scarred. Kiyokage has lived a life of war and strife and it shows. From very little body fat, to a body that looks like it’s made up of more scar tissue than normal skin, this dark skinned Xaela is clearly a warrior at heart.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Did I mention the scars? His back especially is covered in hundreds of whip scars specifically, and there’s a bullet scar on his right temple.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: No matter what outfit the man wears, he’s always wearing a redbill scarf tied around his neck.

Personal

PROFESSION:  Swordsman, Dark Knight, Craftsman

HOBBIES: Triple Triad, Smithing, Furniture crafting

RESIDENCE: Somewhere in the Lavender Beds

BIRTHPLACE: The Azim Steppe

PATRON DEITY: Azim/Nhaama

FEARS: Dying alone, becoming worthless, complete irredeemable failure

Relationships

SPOUSE: None

CHILDREN: None

PARENTS: Unknown

SIBLINGS: Unknown (twin sister he doesn’t know about)

OTHER RELATIVES: Unknown

PETS: Amber - adopted fox; Unnamed Shibe - present from Sa’ran Kha; Kweh - Chocobo

Traits

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganised / organised / in between

close minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between

empathetic / unempathetic / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / un-cultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between

faithful / unfaithful / in between

Additional Information

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

RP Hooks

Ex-Garlean Centurio: Kiyo served as a garlean soldier, eventually reaching the rank of Centurio at Castrum Centri, before going AWOL shortly after events there turned south. Ex-garlean soldiers from Castrum Centri may find the man a bit -too- familiar.

Aggressive: It’s not hard to hear of stories of Kiyokage following various members of the collective through the city streets and the lane like a bodyguard. The man’s aggressive posturing fit to keep would-be attackers at bay…

Hidden History:  Kiyokage doesn’t talk about his past, but it’s clear he’s hiding something. Those who dig might not like what they find, and the past always has a chance of catching up with him. Be it people from the steppes who might know his eerily similar twin sister from the Oronir, old Iriq tribe members who recognize him from when he ran away at 12, or old soldiers from the castrum he served in.

Councilman of the Council of the Dawn: A relatively new free company making it’s mark around Thanalan. Rumors of a new group starting up dedicated to pushing back dark magics and training people have started to spread around. Seems like he might know something about that.

Dark Knight: From the massive dragon-eyed blade on his back, it’s not hard to guess that the man might practice the forbidden dark arts of Ishgard.

Craftsman: Emblazoned with a dragon’s eye surrounded by a pair of xaela horns, Kiyokage’s personal brand of furniture and weaponry/armor has begun to make it’s way around local markets… but rumor has it he’s capable of making far more exotic wares than just simple chairs and tables and swords.

Availability

I’m available here on tumblr, on Discord, or in-game. Your best bet is Discord (FloppyDingo#1872) or in-game however. I’m around most of the time, and my discord is on my phone so I’m almost -always- available.

Style/Preference Notes

I am capable of all manner of rp. Multi-paragraph copy/paste sessions where the emotes climb ever skyward, down to short clipped quick social rp where paragraphs would be excessive. I tend to match the people I’m rping with, and what manner of scene we’re in.

Themes:  All. Kiyokage is a Lawful Evil knight through and through, always apt to put his boot to a neck if he feels someone is out of line. As an antagonist he’s often at odds with those who do not find some sympathy for the devil in his past or his actions, he walks the line quite well.

For some? He’s not more than a villain who needs to be put down, but for others - he’s misunderstood and does what needs to be done. Looking for a bad guy? Kiyo might step forward, if the prize is right. Looking for connections to the forbidden? Kiyo’s your guy. From adventure to slice of life, I do it all.

Looking For: Friends, rivals, lovers, anything in between. Kiyo’s social network could use some expanding. At some point I need to find someone to play his twin sister, but I’d prefer to find someone who’d be willing to put a lot of time into the character - and not just have her be a one off alt that might not ever be around.

Kiyo is looking to connect with black market salesmen who can facilitate his need for rare materials of a questionable nature (such as primal parts and forbidden tomes). He’s also looking very specifically for people who’d be interested in affiliating with the Council of the Dawn be they allies or new recruits. The council is seeking individuals dedicated to discovering the forbidden relics of the past and pushing back against those threats that would undo our world.

Hit up kiyo, he can help you get involved. The Council does organic RP, so there’s almost always something going on!

Spoilers/History:

Name (Prior):  Nergui quo Tenebris

Occupation: Soldier (Centurio of the XIVth Legion in Mor Dhona)

Imperial Record: No major infractions, was close to earning citizenship as a ranking conscript until he went AWOL shortly before the defeat of Ultima Weapon. Relocated recently in Eorzea. Clean-up team dispatched. Confirmed headshot. Assumed dead.

As a commander of a small group of soldiers under the banner of the XIVth legion, Nergui was known as particularly ruthless. Soldiers who looted villages or abused captives were often times beaten within inches of their lives, or left publicly slain as warnings to the rest of his troops.

Several groups of Eorzeans were left scarred, barely escaping with their lives when his soldiers marched - burning buildings down with innocents still inside of them, and leaving people to die slowly rather than finishing them off. Because of this - there’s likely survivors of this dark man’s wrath who are want for revenge.

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[kiyokage]

Looking for RP Connections [Balmung]

The Basics

NAME: Kiyokage (alias)

AGE: Mid-30s

RACE: Xaela

GENDER: Male

SEXUALITY: Straight - interested only in females

MARITAL STATUS: Polyamorous (in a relationship with Namine Sin’dal)

Physical Appearance

HAIR: Black, mid length, messy. Usually braided in the front and left to naturally spike backwards.

EYES: Black with red limbrals

HEIGHT: 7′1″

BUILD: Muscular and scarred. Kiyokage has lived a life of war and strife and it shows. From very little body fat, to a body that looks like it’s made up of more scar tissue than normal skin, this dark skinned Xaela is clearly a warrior at heart.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Did I mention the scars? His back especially is covered in hundreds of whip scars specifically, and there’s a bullet scar on his right temple.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: No matter what outfit the man wears, he’s always wearing a redbill scarf tied around his neck.

Personal

PROFESSION:  Swordsman, Dark Knight, Craftsman

HOBBIES: Triple Triad, Smithing, Furniture crafting

RESIDENCE: Somewhere in the Lavender Beds

BIRTHPLACE: The Azim Steppe

PATRON DEITY: Azim/Nhaama

FEARS: Dying alone, becoming worthless, complete irredeemable failure

Relationships

SPOUSE: None

CHILDREN: None

PARENTS: Unknown

SIBLINGS: Unknown (twin sister he doesn’t know about)

OTHER RELATIVES: Unknown

PETS: Amber - adopted fox; Unnamed Shibe - present from Sa’ran Kha; Kweh - Chocobo

Traits

extroverted / introverted / in between

disorganised / organised / in between

close minded / open-minded / in between

calm / anxious / in between

disagreeable / agreeable / in between

cautious / reckless / in between

patient / impatient / in between

outspoken / reserved / in between

leader / follower / in between

empathetic / unempathetic / in between

optimistic / pessimistic / in between

traditional / modern / in between

hard-working / lazy / in between

cultured / un-cultured / in between

loyal / disloyal / in between

faithful / unfaithful / in between

Additional Information

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

RP Hooks

Ex-Garlean Centurio: Kiyo served as a garlean soldier, eventually reaching the rank of Centurio at Castrum Centri, before going AWOL shortly after events there turned south. Ex-garlean soldiers from Castrum Centri may find the man a bit -too- familiar.

Aggressive: It’s not hard to hear of stories of Kiyokage following various members of the collective through the city streets and the lane like a bodyguard. The man’s aggressive posturing fit to keep would-be attackers at bay…

Hidden History:  Kiyokage doesn’t talk about his past, but it’s clear he’s hiding something. Those who dig might not like what they find, and the past always has a chance of catching up with him. Be it people from the steppes who might know his eerily similar twin sister from the Oronir, old Iriq tribe members who recognize him from when he ran away at 12, or old soldiers from the castrum he served in.

Councilman of the Council of the Dawn: A relatively new free company making it’s mark around Thanalan. Rumors of a new group starting up dedicated to pushing back dark magics and training people have started to spread around. Seems like he might know something about that.

Dark Knight: From the massive dragon-eyed blade on his back, it’s not hard to guess that the man might practice the forbidden dark arts of Ishgard.

Craftsman: Emblazoned with a dragon’s eye surrounded by a pair of xaela horns, Kiyokage’s personal brand of furniture and weaponry/armor has begun to make it’s way around local markets… but rumor has it he’s capable of making far more exotic wares than just simple chairs and tables and swords.

Availability

I’m available here on tumblr, on Discord, or in-game. Your best bet is Discord (FloppyDingo#1872) or in-game however. I’m around most of the time, and my discord is on my phone so I’m almost -always- available.

Style/Preference Notes

I am capable of all manner of rp. Multi-paragraph copy/paste sessions where the emotes climb ever skyward, down to short clipped quick social rp where paragraphs would be excessive. I tend to match the people I’m rping with, and what manner of scene we’re in.

Themes:  All. Kiyokage is a Lawful Evil knight through and through, always apt to put his boot to a neck if he feels someone is out of line. As an antagonist he’s often at odds with those who do not find some sympathy for the devil in his past or his actions, he walks the line quite well.

For some? He’s not more than a villain who needs to be put down, but for others - he’s misunderstood and does what needs to be done. Looking for a bad guy? Kiyo might step forward, if the prize is right. Looking for connections to the forbidden? Kiyo’s your guy. From adventure to slice of life, I do it all.

Looking For: Friends, rivals, lovers, anything in between. Kiyo’s social network could use some expanding. At some point I need to find someone to play his twin sister, but I’d prefer to find someone who’d be willing to put a lot of time into the character - and not just have her be a one off alt that might not ever be around.

Kiyo is looking to connect with black market salesmen who can facilitate his need for rare materials of a questionable nature (such as primal parts and forbidden tomes). He’s also looking very specifically for people who’d be interested in affiliating with the Council of the Dawn be they allies or new recruits. The council is seeking individuals dedicated to discovering the forbidden relics of the past and pushing back against those threats that would undo our world.

Hit up kiyo, he can help you get involved. The Council does organic RP, so there’s almost always something going on!

Spoilers/History:

Name (Prior):  Nergui quo Tenebris

Occupation: Soldier (Centurio of the XIVth Legion in Mor Dhona)

Imperial Record: No major infractions, was close to earning citizenship as a ranking conscript until he went AWOL shortly before the defeat of Ultima Weapon. Relocated recently in Eorzea. Clean-up team dispatched. Confirmed headshot. Assumed dead.

As a commander of a small group of soldiers under the banner of the XIVth legion, Nergui was known as particularly ruthless. Soldiers who looted villages or abused captives were often times beaten within inches of their lives, or left publicly slain as warnings to the rest of his troops.

Several groups of Eorzeans were left scarred, barely escaping with their lives when his soldiers marched - burning buildings down with innocents still inside of them, and leaving people to die slowly rather than finishing them off. Because of this - there’s likely survivors of this dark man’s wrath who are want for revenge.

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