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[ It's not often that Himeka gets nervous before embarking off on some newly formed idea, but she does have to acknowledge the fact that she is nervous. Just a bit. Despite the fact that she willingly left the Ruby Sea, abandoning her family and responsibilities, she still feels that the place will be a part of her. It was where she was raised, what shaped so much of her inherent curiosity for anything outside of it, but there is an eternal comfort in the salt of the sea, in the gentle current of the waves in the summer.

It is a part of her and always will be. And that part of her really relishes in the opportunity to show off what she can to the people she has come to care for.

And Blazing Sky is honestly one of the coolest people she has ever met. Of course Blaze has been to the Ruby Sea before, so it isn't as if she needs a grand introduction, but Himeka wants to show her something new. Wants to impress her! It's pressure she absolutely has put on herself and she has ever been someone to rise to every new challenge presented, but she feels it.

She really, really wants to show Blaze a good time.

That's why she's pacing a bit, walking circles around the Aetheryte in Tamamizu, waving off any of the concern of the Kojin who stop to ask. She just needs a moment before sending off the necessary text. ]

Okay, I am here in Tamamizu!

sorry for the delay! vague hand motions at life

[firesinthesky]

[ There’s always been a level of curiosity that’s come with knowing Himeka. Sure, she’s not shy when it comes to talking about who she is or where she’s from, but there’s such unabashed affection in her tales that Blaze can’t help but wonder what it would be like to see it all by her side. She’s seen it before, sure, but next to Hime, the Ruby Sea is certain to take on a whole new life.

And frankly, it’s cute how excited she is, how eager to impress she is, though Blaze would tell her that she doesn’t need to go to such lengths. She quickly captured Blaze’s heart simply by being herself. ]

I’ll be right there.

[ Comes the reply, Blaze none the wiser to just how nervous her friend actually is. It won’t be long before Blaze musters up the necessary magicks and blinks into existence near the aetheryte, across from Hime’s anxious pacing. ]

for emet_sulk

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[ Continued from TFLN ]

[ Himeka is at the mercy of the convenience of the aethernet and her own two feet...but she generally prefers it that way. It gives her a moment to people watch as she makes her way through the markets proper, catching the tail-end of a poor man bemoaning the price he paid on the Market Board. If only he had followed his gut the day before.

Alas!

The click of her boots on the stairs signal her approach, though he stops at the top with her hands on her hips. He shouldn't be hard to spot, but getting up of his own accord helps. So she makes her way over, but not without sending a smile to the confused look on Glynard's face. She's made it a habit to waste time here chatting with a number of the patrons, but this is a new face. ]

Of course...so many fires without irons in them, right?

[ She takes her stance a few fulms away, shifting her weight to one side as she raises a brow. ]

If they're really as good as you're advertising, then this should be quick and easy.

hope you had a good christmas!!

[emet_sulk]

[ For this purpose, he's requisitioned a clean bowl. He lifts an arm, briefly, to wave her over, but doesn't bother to rise from his seat. It seems she's managed to notice him anyway for she makes a beeline for him. ]

Hmph. What could be so difficult about replicating flavoured gelatine?

[ So saying, he closes his eyes to briefly focus. A snap of his fingers and-- a handful of coloured confectionery tumbles into the bowl. It looks identical to the mass-market ones. It...seems to smell fine too. But the taste...

Well, let's just say that there's a reason agriculture as a practice still existed even in his time. The gummies do have a taste of sorts but it's inconsistent and bland. ]

for likeyouknow

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[ Continued from TFLN! ]

THREE!

[ By the Twelve, here they go. ]

Oh, oh, I have a new Garlean friend joining in too! He may also be drunk!

[likeyouknow]

the more the merrier! okay here i go!

( pahja can be heard starting to sing in the background, and eventually another voice joins her, although it sounds way more skeptical than enthusiastic. )

this is going WAY better than i thought it would

[concussionprotocol]

continued from TFLN

How many places could you have possibly been in one night?

I'm up for it.

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I can remember at least eight...

[ Valeria, you deserve better than this. ]

because our tfln threads are just shitposting that must live on

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[ Continued from TFLN! ]

I knew I could count on you, Pahja!!

Have I ever told you that you're my best friend? Because you're my best friend. And best friends deserve to try the cake too!

[likeyouknow]

you haven't but that's okay because YOU'RE MY best friend! so we will find this cake and then eat it together!!!

where do you think you might have been????

tfln

[shiro2hero]

(( from here ))

Did you?

Or did you just want to use the big font?

Re: tfln

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Yes!

And yes.

I wanted to see how big I could get it once I figured out how.

@adjutiacator

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Not really, but there is a flavor that is best suited to being a taco that will be in YOUR belly. Surely you have a favorite dessert or sweet treat?

[ Who doesn't? ]

[adjutiacator]

At this point it may well be more prudent to ask what desserts I don't like.

[ do you know how good everything tastes now that he's not crystal-y, himeka. answer: real good, ]

Though I admit a particular fondness for berry desserts.

@stepsoffaith

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[ Continued from TFLN ]

Nothing more than a few singed sabatons and some bruised egos, I imagine. Should be fine! It really isn't spreading--it's just not...leaving. You know?

[ Probably not. She doesn't know. What an odd flame. It should be concerning.

Noo, don't make her feel guilt about this. She's not good at feeling guilty. ]

Would it help if you met it first? So you could verify it's amicable disposition?

[ This poor man deserves better. ]

[stepsoffaith]

I shall see what else can be done. I like not the sound of that.

[ this is incredibly concerning and he should have some other personnel there to take a look. in very short order. assuming he doesn't simply stop by himself. ]

Perhaps, although my concern is less with the immediate disposition and more with the personality that forms later on in life.

@abyssalflame

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You sure about that? They have been working very hard on the restoration of Zenith. Swinging those hammers around must build moogly muscle!

Oh-ho-ho! You are right, it would be very rude of me to best you while you're injured.

We can wait until you are fully healed and THEN I can best you 💪

[ All five fulms and two ilms of her are ready. ]

[abyssalflame]

right, like you'd even come close. even the moogles would

[...Actually, it might be better not to finish that statement.]

never mind. call me when you decide to start swinging a sword though. then, maybe.

@coerthantorment

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The calm before the storm--as it always is when it comes to these sorts of things. Coordinating efforts across all the beast tribes is something that Himeka should really be fronting considering how much time she has spent with them over the years, but she's in one of those moods where she doesn't feel as 'go-go-go' as she can.

She does not stop and speak to the man sitting abstinently outside of the Rising Stones looking as if he has a story to tell, nor the inquiring woman at the bar. Such things normally lead to small little adventures in their own when she runs from one errand to the next only to return and have the Scions' next mission objective ready for her. Not this time.

This time she feels like doing a little something for herself. It isn't unusual for Himeka to suddenly go missing for a day or two without a word, but she inevitably returns, so her comrades haven't bothered asking. After all, who better to look after the Warrior of Light than the Warrior of Light herself?

Truthfully she doesn't need looking after, but she could use a friend more often than not these days.

With a satchel on her back, she steps out into the main area, unsurprised to find the Scions' newest recruit leaning against the wall. Himeka approaches with a light smile, one hand gripping the strap of her bag.

"You look like someone with a few bells to spare. I have an extremely important task for you, if you are ready to accept it. One that only the highest members of the Scions can be trusted with."

Noticeably, she has a fishing rod on her back.

[coerthantorment]

Though he has been known to wear his armor around the Rising Stones, seemingly without purpose, today Estinien has elected to dress himself down in the form of more casual attire. It's never clear when they might get called away on business, but he's chosen today as the day he's going to limber himself up. It's easier and less conspicuous to do so without the clanking of armor, no matter how supernaturally light Iceheart might be.

He raises an eyebrow at her as she approaches, his eyes drifting to her fishing rod soon after she speaks. He's holding a glass of something from the bar in his hand, though he does not move to take a sip while she gazes at him.

"An obligation then, is it?" he asks, tilting his head slightly as if to prompt her onward. He's listening, at any rate. He already spent the morning going through his routines, so a distraction wouldn't be completely out of line.

@omnicrafter

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That's multitasking at it's finest! Though I suppose it would get a little messy. These are very cheesy...and garlicky.

[omnicrafter]

I dunno... some people like messy.

Do you like messy?

@unnecessaryflourishes

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[ TFLN ]

Oh yes, these fries are a masterpiece. I would go to war for these fries.

Do you want to see?

[ She doesn't wait for a reply, he gets a picture. ]

[unnecessaryflourishes]

Those do at least seem reasonably worthwhile, yes.  Though appearances are hardly everything.

@exarchaic

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Yes, exactly! I knew you would understand.

Well, if you're offering you can help me make it up to the owner of said fence. There were, unfortunately, witnesses.

[exarchaic]

By "make it up to them" you just mean assisting in whatever mundane tasks they plan to foist on the Warrior of Light... don't you?

[ What else would he be thinking? ]

@caughtnapping

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[ TFLN ]

[ Himeka nods. That does make sense, and she had kind of assumed he has likely gotten to experience more of the world than she has by time alone. ]

I'd only just gotten to try it but as soon as we were set on our own paths, I had to pick some up on my next trip to Thavnair.

[ Which had been largely fueled by a desire to go fishing there, but two birds, one stone, etc. She makes a point to pour some milk into his cup as well before offering it to Emet-Selch. ]

They did say it helps soothe the soul, but I really just think it's tasty.

[ Even though it sounds like he could use a little soul-soothing right now. ]

Someone already has that username, by the way.

[caughtnapping]

[He takes the cup with a small, unimpressed seeming shrug.]

That is the extent of most such remedies. Something to take one's mind off their unpleasant thoughts.

[Unpleasant thoughts he still hasn't fully banished from his mind.]

A lavish bedroom, and a slightly younger looking Emperor Solus sitting in a chair, holding a newborn baby and gently fluffing the child's wispy blond hair. It must have been a difficult birth for the Garlean woman lying abed next to him, as the infant is easily the size of a roegadyn babe, but the mood is nothing short of joyful.

The memory drifts forward, to a different bedroom in a different time. Solus looks older now, sporting a well-trimmed beard, and his wife stands at his side, holding to him with one arm as though seeking reassurance. The figure in bed this time looks remarkably similar to a younger Varis zos Galvus, yet somehow even taller, and lacking the deep frown lines his son develops by adulthood. He's visibly ill, his skin pale and sweaty and his face drawn in pain. He tries to sit, only for heavy coughing to wrack his body as Solus reaches to push him back down by the shoulder.

"Don't even think about it. The chirugeons were quite clear that you are to rest, Novus."

The young man, Novus yae Galvus, lays back down with a groan.

"I had promised Varis we-" He's cut off by another coughing fit, and Solus shakes his head.

"The boy will have to exercise patience. You will be able to spend time with him when you are recovered."

If he recovers. That part goes unsaid, but the worry hangs heavy in the air. Everyone in the room knows that the prince is truly gravely ill, and may not even survive.

@funbreaker

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[ TFLN! ]

A little of both. My father had some liquors and when I was training at the Palace what we had was mostly ceremonial. It wasn't until I landed in Limsa Lominsa that I really got to experience the varieties almost anything could be fermented.

[ That is something Thancred can surely relate to, right? ]

[funbreaker]

Oh, Limsa. It truly is in a class of its own when it comes to spirits. I'm not surprised that it's what opened your eyes to the joys of drinking heavily.

@emissarium

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[ TFLN! ]

Mayhaps it would be in best practice to send you the concept pitch ere we depart?

[ Yes, that makes the most sense. He can view the presentation since the Bureau keeps them all on record. ]

[emissarium]

( he is absolutely viewing the presentation! he wants to be prepared, and it's azem, her concepts are always lovely--

oh.

hm. )

This is rather informative, yes. And how large are these creatures?

@tothequestion

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[ TFLN! ]

No, I was not. We just both happened to be guests at the same party.

Quite a way to make an impression, wouldn't you think?

[ At least she's in good spirits about it. ]

[tothequestion]

I suppose it would certainly leave a lasting one, yes. You don't seem to have any regrets, in any case.

@trollophoroi

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[ TFLN! ]

We need a panel of unbiased judges. Zenos does not count because I am fairly certain he doesn't care what things taste like.

[ Other than blood, maybe.

Also if he just says that her food is terrible to upset her, that doesn't count. ]

[trollophoroi]

While I only have the greatest respect for my lord Zenos, I fear I must agree.
However!
Your little Scion friends do not count as unbiased, either.

@waitatick

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[ TFLN ]

Lotor...I think his begs an experiment. Or several experiments in sequence.

Re: @waitatick

[waitatick]

I do enjoy investing things, so I am quite willing if you are.

@nymeia

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[ TFLN! ]

Oh, you think so?

[ She hadn't considered that angle... ]

I feel like you would need to eat a LOT to get drunk off of these...maybe I should add more vodka.

FASHIONABLY IS HIS MIDDLE NAME AFTER ALL

[nymeia]

i cannot imagine a reason to protest a lot of pancakes.

@sunseeker

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[ TFLN! ]

You could put him in the bathtub instead?

[ That's like a bed, right? ]

@gibbet

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[ TFLN! ]

You want me to push him?

[gibbet]

poke him with the broom

[allrounder]

[ While it isn't anything like the freezing temperatures in Garlemald that required layer upon layer just to keep somewhat warm, Ishgard is still plenty chilly, enough so that G'raha regrets not bringing a hat along just to keep his ears warm, a small shiver running through his body when a brisk wind passes through the aetheryte plaza of Foundation and whips his ears around.

Ah... he needs to mind them, next time. His ears are sensitive, after all.

But a coat is more than enough for the time being, and they're certain to be moving around a lot now that Himeka is giving G'raha this long overdue tour of the citystate. (Though, really, it could never be too late for this—the perfect time is now and always will be now, as they prepare to set off to see the sights. He couldn't ask for a better moment than the present.)

Shoving his hands into his pockets to keep them warm while they stand still, he tilts his head as he regards Himeka, small smile on his lips. ]

What shall be our first destination? I do hope you have come prepared to regale me with your acts of heroism throughout this fine city.

[ There's a mix of amusement in his eyes already, because really, he'd be delighted to hear about her favorite fishing spots or the best stalls to purchase ingredients. ]

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[ One would think that after all the time she'd spent in the city that sits proudly above the mists Himeka would find the air less biting, but not so--Ishgard's chill has always been a fresh wake up call to someone who grew up surrounded by stable warmth under the sea. But it now comes with a sense of comfort and nostalgia, the dark stone so much more welcoming than it had been when they first crossed the Steps of Faith.

So much as changed since then, yet parts of Ishgard still show disrepair even in the Aetheryte plaza. It's something of a testament to Ishgard's past--progress, but not without the scars of the past.

That, and there's a man she sees up on the scaffolding that she swears she's seen hanging precariously so many times before...

G'raha's voice brings her back to the moment. She blinks, looking away from the height of the spires around them and back to her companion with a smile. ]

Oh, I have plenty of stories-- [ Though, in true fashion, any sort of true heroic escapades on on par with the scandal of missing soup at the Firmament. ] --but...I think we should start with...this way!

[ The plan is to save the best for last, she thinks. Himeka motions for G'raha to follow her up the leftmost of two large pairs of steps that lead into the city proper. Though she does spare another glance to the worksmen above as they pass under the Arch of the Humble. (Is that guy really okay?) ]

So, this is one of the forums and they're all named after Saint's. Which isn't that special, but...that.

[ She points to a building beyond where the sounds of industry are audible even at a distance. ]

Is the Skysteel Manufactory where they make all the guns. [ She turns her pointing to a little finger gun and mimics firing it. ] Right next to the chocobo stables...which seems like a bad combination in hindsight. Have you seen Ishgardian chocobos before?

[nymeia]

[ TFLN ]

The twelve forfend, please Himeka! I think even the lowest of artists would prefer to craft on a clean canvas.

[aquaveiled]

I'm doing it!

But I've definitely been much messier than this.

@grindpantera

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[ Continued from here. ]


[ It's rare that Himeka has a permanent residence, but she does have arrangements at various inns and hotels where she tends to stay long-term. This is no different and, well, even if Grimmjow didn't know where she was staying, it's not like her presence is much of a mystery. Anyone could sense her from kilometers away.

So the knock at the door is answered quickly. ]

I didn't even think you'd knock. [ He can just portal, right? This is so polite! ] Come on in.

[ She makes a gesture to invite him inside, though she's already eyeing the bag of treats he's brought with him. ]

[grindpantera]

[Knocking is the polite thing to do anyway, isn't it? He thought about just barging right in or portaling. But he was already playing nice by stopping and picking up something to eat from her. The scent of a burger is wafting from the bag, as is the scent of piping hot fries.

In his other hand is the limited edition shake, still nice and cold. He steps inside when she tells him to.]

Here.

[He holds out the order for her. He may or may not have eaten some of the fries on the way over.]