[The sensation of all her weight suddenly being placed upon her feet was enough to cause her to collapse to hand and knee, gasping for air when the planet finally deemed that she was not as much of a threat as it had assumed. Once again, she was draped in the familiar-yet-not Tactician robes, aware in a world not her own. As memories began to circulate within her mind once more, of the long journey across crystallized plains and caverns, seeing much and more of her comrades falling victim to the wiles of the world and its occupants.
That's right... It hadn't simply been those she'd failed to save in the caravan.
Dusting herself off, she helped herself to her feet, and was determined to leave the Heroes' Ward--
At least until she was met with at least three security officers armed with rifles. Holding her hands up where they could plainly see them, she slowly backs her way into the hospital wing once more.]
What in the seven hells-? [A beat] Stand down; I mean you no harm!
[We have clear orders to shoot any 'Hero' who leaves without a Moogle! Stand back or we will fire!]
Then send for him! My Moogle friend's name is Kupni, and he will vouch for me.
11.)
[It was not a hard thing for her to acquire a few low-level cards to add to her collection by asking a few people who were already playing. The game itself had taken Eorzea by storm, and while helping act as a bodyguard for a merchant caravan, she'd picked up on a few of the rule sets. So naturally, she'd deigned it fit that she challenge one of the older gentlemen.
It was likely a big mistake on his part as the Roulette rule changed to Reversal. With a small smile, she walks away from the match with a few of the man's best cards. She almost felt bad for him, if he hadn't demanded a redo.]
It's not my fault the rule changed to Reversal and you thought to use your high level deck, ser...
[The man looks livid. Help her diffuse the situation before it gets further out of hand?]
12. Worst Memories) [Unlike most memories others have visited, this one starts off rather benign. Two girls in their pyjamas, one arguing with the other in jest before pulling the tome from the other's hands.
"I hadn’t finished..." Alisaie managed, even as the girl dropped the book onto the pile of her belongings.
Emery stretched and yawned.
"It will still be there on the morrow," she said, and then her impish grin returned. "And it's not as if you didn’t learn a few things today─you made your first sale, for heavens’ sakes! I'm certain both Nald'thal and your grandsire would forgive you for missing a single night of study."
"Sleep well."
The scene changes only briefly after, once the flame of the candle is extinguished. Thunder crackled across the sky as the merchant caravan made it's way slowly through the deluge of rain on the slippery, muddy path that cut through an otherwise impassable bluff. The soft rumble that barely distinguished itself over the din of thunderclaps was the only warning, before the cliff side collapsed upon itself. The young elezen glanced back in horror as the wagons tumbled downward. As luck would have it, her guard contract asked her to keep to the lead wagon where she escaped injury. The others lay there, buried in rubble from the collapsed pass. Her young friend included.
The memory focuses numbly on the face of her friend's-- of Emery's face--before it replays again and again, and the teary-eyed young woman continues to watch. Was... was this what it felt like? To those who held the power of the Echo?]
Alisaie Leveilleur | Final Fantasy XIV
[The sensation of all her weight suddenly being placed upon her feet was enough to cause her to collapse to hand and knee, gasping for air when the planet finally deemed that she was not as much of a threat as it had assumed. Once again, she was draped in the familiar-yet-not Tactician robes, aware in a world not her own. As memories began to circulate within her mind once more, of the long journey across crystallized plains and caverns, seeing much and more of her comrades falling victim to the wiles of the world and its occupants.
That's right... It hadn't simply been those she'd failed to save in the caravan.
Dusting herself off, she helped herself to her feet, and was determined to leave the Heroes' Ward--
At least until she was met with at least three security officers armed with rifles. Holding her hands up where they could plainly see them, she slowly backs her way into the hospital wing once more.]
What in the seven hells-? [A beat] Stand down; I mean you no harm!
[We have clear orders to shoot any 'Hero' who leaves without a Moogle! Stand back or we will fire!]
Then send for him! My Moogle friend's name is Kupni, and he will vouch for me.
11.)
[It was not a hard thing for her to acquire a few low-level cards to add to her collection by asking a few people who were already playing. The game itself had taken Eorzea by storm, and while helping act as a bodyguard for a merchant caravan, she'd picked up on a few of the rule sets. So naturally, she'd deigned it fit that she challenge one of the older gentlemen.
It was likely a big mistake on his part as the Roulette rule changed to Reversal. With a small smile, she walks away from the match with a few of the man's best cards. She almost felt bad for him, if he hadn't demanded a redo.]
It's not my fault the rule changed to Reversal and you thought to use your high level deck, ser...
[The man looks livid. Help her diffuse the situation before it gets further out of hand?]
12. Worst Memories)
[Unlike most memories others have visited, this one starts off rather benign. Two girls in their pyjamas, one arguing with the other in jest before pulling the tome from the other's hands.
"I hadn’t finished..." Alisaie managed, even as the girl dropped the book onto the pile of her belongings.
Emery stretched and yawned.
"It will still be there on the morrow," she said, and then her impish grin returned. "And it's not as if you didn’t learn a few things today─you made your first sale, for heavens’ sakes! I'm certain both Nald'thal and your grandsire would forgive you for missing a single night of study."
"Sleep well."
The scene changes only briefly after, once the flame of the candle is extinguished. Thunder crackled across the sky as the merchant caravan made it's way slowly through the deluge of rain on the slippery, muddy path that cut through an otherwise impassable bluff. The soft rumble that barely distinguished itself over the din of thunderclaps was the only warning, before the cliff side collapsed upon itself. The young elezen glanced back in horror as the wagons tumbled downward. As luck would have it, her guard contract asked her to keep to the lead wagon where she escaped injury. The others lay there, buried in rubble from the collapsed pass. Her young friend included.
The memory focuses numbly on the face of her friend's-- of Emery's face--before it replays again and again, and the teary-eyed young woman continues to watch. Was... was this what it felt like? To those who held the power of the Echo?]
13.)
[Come at her bro she's
daintyripped.]