#v. of knowledge comes power

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continue.   @iireniic​

well. not a surprise, really. most were not so used to such a strange healing magics. still... quite a rude response. “ ... sheesh, it’s called healin’ damn it. it ain’t like ‘m growin’ a damn tree outta’ yer side. “ 

his tail twitched behind him, shoving his hands back into his pocket, his staff being shifted on his back. “ it’s aether, ‘fore ya’ go screamin’ any more. ya’ could rip the moss ‘ff but, really wouldn’t recommend it. ya’ were bleedin’ a good bit. “ 

still, it ached a bit. so many times being pushed out of places all because he healed with eathly aether instead of the typical white magic. not his fault he was a blue mage. 

“ can ya’ calm down a bit. ‘r are ya’ gonna’ keep the fit up? ... I was just tryin’ t’ help. “ 

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starter call.   // @sunderedelirium​

it had been a while, from the day the Ryder ran from home with his tail between his fucking legs while the empire had taken prisoners. Hostages for fuel of their creations. The day his mother screamed for him to run and never look back.

The day he lost that fucking eye to a cocky son of a bitch that swore to a devil. 

Those thoughts lingered, every time the crew got close to where the aether in the air still was drenched in the emotion of death and despair. Of loss and hurt. It turned his gut and left him ever focused on the road ahead. Only growing separated from everyone after they thought it best. That mayhap he could find something to draw his mind and senses away from the damned feelings. 

But he clutched his staff, a soft glow to the metal as he took a few steps. Something wasn’t right here. The air smelled of blood and piss and a fight. Yet he hadn’t heard shit. But the sensation didn’t lie, and he prepared to see a war. And as he cleared those trees, he saw a fight. Smelled the gunpowder. 

It was uneven. 

Time to change the tides.

With a twitch of the wrist, the magic flowed freely. By command and will, the earth would do his bidding. He’d have to thank the red chocobo for giving him such a valuable skill. To crash a meteor into the battlefield. 

It had surely shocked the advisories. But as one spell was casted, the aether still flowed for another round, a calming chill to wounds. 

“ Get up ‘nd fight! ‘ll cover yer ass! “ 

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@convivxncia​   // cont. 

shite. Mistakes were made, mistakes were made !!!  He hadn’t meant to offend the other. Though, Ryder should’ve known that Kenyon had been telling lies once again to get a kick out of it. That bloody bastard was quite the trickster as always. 

“ ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry !!! “ Oh gods he’s never going to hear the end of it, will he? “ I didn’t mean no offense, I promise - that bloody idiot got the descriptions wrong ‘nd tricked me, I promise! “ 

Kenyon’d pay for this. The young scholar was well aware of what that man drank and gods he’d pay for this. 

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v. of knowledge comes power

—  he had been too young to remember the days of seldom peace. From the seas had he ventured to Eorzea, in hopes of finding his father figure among the adventures that fought tooth and nail. 

Instead, he found himself tangled in a mess of hardships and magicks. When he had first made way for Limsa, he had crossed paths with many. Offering his services to heal the injured and ask questions in hopes of getting him closer to the truth. Eventually he found himself knocking at the door of the so called Scions. 

At least then, he could be some help. To try and get a grip on his life that was starting not to seem so ... certain. 

Be it magic or strange information. He knew a lot more than he let on, and wasn’t about to let such go to waste. 

SPECIAL INFORMATION.

Job Class.  Blue Mage && Red Mage && White Mage  Race.   Au Ra  < Xeala Crossbreed >  Occupation. Healer   —  note, he does have access to the Echo, but isn’t some warrior of light - he just ends to be around at the wrong place at the right time. 

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quietly wonders if for the xiv au   if ryder actually was caught by the empire, managed to run away and come across kaida, and has been repressing the memory of it, thinking that he really had escaped them the first try, not realizing he had been a child soldier for a long time as he subconsciously repressed it so hard that he actually made a false memory. 

here he is thinking that he had met kaida in limsa in the rogue guild. 

in reality, he met her when she had run the fuck away from the laboratory. 

bonus points he lost his eye in some torture, but he straight up thinks it happened when he simply followed his mother’s word and ran away - 

tl;dr, this kid actually has a lot of false memories of his past, thinking he never actually got caught by the garlean empire, but he did, and if he were to remember what happened, I don’t know how he’d take it. 

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                          oh, for we are fools with bleedin’ hearts. 

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someone’s gotta do the healin’ 

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healer au ra just questions everyone’s intelligence. 

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I might know magic, but I ain’t no fuckin’ mage. 

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it’s a duty to care for those who are in need. 

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cont ?  // @convivxncia​

the young au ra had been used to being the aid on the battlefield. he had done it too many times with kaida, enough times in fact, that he had lost count with how much he had to pick her up and carry her away. 

where nero was one to constantly bicker and grow angry at everything for getting hurt, at least the young sevo had a bit of a tolerance. just a bit. blood  for the blood lily was sometime necessary.

with his staff in his other hand, he was perfectly capable of keeping tabs on the field and helping the other to a safe spot. even so, he had kept a decent pace, not too fast, but surely pushing to get to safety, just in case. 

“ don’t mention it. “  he replied. “  I’d rather not let others get hurt if I can stop it.. that said, yer leg’s seen better days. “ he grumbled as he had taken a glance over their cover, too tall to really hide behind it unless crouching, his tail swaying back and forth. 

“ if I heal it now, it ain’t gonna be a good time. it’ll hurt like ‘ell and then some. “ he sighed as he crouched down, nose twitching. “ but I’d also rather ya’ not pass out from blood loss. Ya’ took a nasty bite from that fuckin’ thing. “ 

as he spoke, he was reaching into one of the pouches at his hip, a potion bottle with thick liquid inside being swirled as he held it out to the other. “ this’ll numb it ‘nd give me a few minutes t’ do what I have to do. doesn’t taste the best. recommend pinchin’ your nose and actin’ like it’s the worst liquor in your life. “