“Depends how warm that nice weather is. If it’s too warm to work I’ll find a nice shady spot an take a nap or a river to take a dip in to cool off. Other wise I just keep working whether it is a job or just practicing. I can’t be good at what I want to do if I don’t keep working at it. Practice makes perfect ya? An if I want to be taken seriously then I got to keep trying. Warm weather or not.”
(Thanks! @kibuto)
“Yes and no. I would say it depends on the severity of what I am being asked to forgive and forget. If it something simple like a white lie or forgetting something on accident. Losing track of time. Then yes those kind of things I can forgive and forget. They aren’t meant with malicious intent.”
“However… If we are talking betrayal… Murder… Or any other thing that is particularly damaging, then no. There are some things I don’t think anyone deserves to be forgiven for. Just as I will never forgive Alexois for the things he has done.”
(Thanks! @ethereal-anomaly)
“I have a younger brother and sister.
Gwenolie
is the middle child and engaged to be married in a few months time. Gwen is generally too stuck up to speak with me anymore. All she cares about is her upcoming wedding.
Lothaire
is the youngest and set to become the heir of the Aurifore name in the future. I know generally it is the first born son but he is still in the good graces of my grandfather and father unlike myself.
Lothaire
still speaks to me on occasion. I think my falling out with our father and grandfather has strained our relationship though. He wants to please them while I don’t care about their praise.”
(Thanks! @ethereal-anomaly)
“Father was a good man. He didn’t deserve to die the way he did. Granted he would have been proud to die serving Gridania. He was always kind and warm. Though a bit strict when it came to my archery. Probably because I kept insisting I would one day join the Gods’ Quiver. He was in the Whales unit which serves directly under the Bowlord himself. He always made sure to give his all. I always looked up to him. Wanted to be like him… I miss him so much some days. An wonder if I have disappointed him…”
“Next door was a family friend. The man lived alone but he worked in the Wood Wailers. He was my father’s best friend. Always kept an eye over us when my brother and I would go play near the docks in the east side of the Twelveswood. He managed to survive the Calamity and I still sometimes offer my help to the Wailers for his sake. I think he enjoys having my company on occasion. I think he still sees the girl I used to be, playing around and having a good time with either my brother, Atix, or Dek.”
(Thanks! @tidusyumemiru)
“Moon Dove was her name. There was no real falling out between us. We just ended up going our separate ways after the death of Leon. But she was more my Uncle’s friend then mine anyways. Yet she was always kind to me. We just don’t see each other nor speak to each other anymore. I have no idea where she went or what became of her once my Uncle and I went off on our way. At the time I did not care much either. I had too much on my mind to worry about her. She was a tough woman an could care for herself.”
“His name was Alexois Dubeltaire. I thought he was my friend. Only to find out the hard way I never even truly knew the man. We did spend time off duty together. An in the end he betrayed us. Apparently our friendship was very one-sided. Serves me right for trusting someone so easily.”
(An this is why Lance doesn’t like opening up to people and doesn’t have many friends outside of work… Damn it Alex! XD)
(Thanks! @gogocatninja)
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Atix, fifteen years old, hisses through
his teeth.He pulls his foot partway out of his
boot and rolls up his pant leg just enough to see the impressive,
violent red splotch covering a fair amount of his shin.He’s sitting on his bottom at the foot
of a steep, small hill. Unfortunate footing, leaves wet from a recent
storm, and a lost bid against gravity meant that he’d gone rolling–
and there had been a nice rock on the way down that had given him a
good whack for his folly. The spot on his leg will be a rich, nasty
shade of purple by nightfall.There’s the sound of someone sliding
down the hill after him, and then there’s Destiney, with a healthy
streak of dirt on the side she used to slide down on and concern
knitting her brows. They regard each other in silence.Atix finally averts his eyes,
shamefaced. “I-I, uhm.” Please don’t laugh at me.Instead, she holds out her hands, and
he hesitantly uses the leverage to clumsily pull himself up. Pain blooms in his
leg, and he shifts his weight off of it, stumbles against her; he’s gangling, taller than she is, but she
does a decent job of holding him up. They begin hobbling towards an
area that’s not so steep, all the easier to return to their guild
senior and get back to the city.“… Thank you…” Atix mumbles.
His ego, scant it may be, is as badly bruised as his leg.She smiles. “What are friends for,
ey?”is Destiney’s player, and thanks for the prompt– I genuinely hope I did this right; I don’t know how much liberty I really have with someone else’s character for things like this. ಠ_ಠ; Tried to keep it as vague as possible.)
“Ah… I…” Destiney blushes an rubs the back of her head, looking away from the question. “I hate to be so shallow but it depends on the person doing the flirting. An the situation. An what sort of mood I am in…”
She smiles weakly an shrugs.
(It’s like she said. Depends on who is doing the flirting on her actual reaction. If it’s a dark skinned wildwood or duskwight then she is a blushing stuttering mess an very nervous and jumpy. If it’s a good looking person she will blush an try to wave off their words. She doesn’t always accept compliments well. If it’s not someone she’s found an interest in she will smile politely and find a way to excuse herself. An that is on a normal day. If she’s in one of her moods she may just flirt back if she’s looking for company. If it’s someone she knows like Felix and his innuendos while they are drinking… Expect lots of blushing and groaning. An giving him heck though she clearly doesn’t try hard nor admit where her mind wanders when he does this. She kind of enjoys it though she would never admit it. She doesn’t like mixing work an pleasure and she happens to work with Felix.)
(Thanks! @kibuto)
“Substance abuse?! I would never resort to such. I am above such nonsense.” Lance frowns an crosses his arms. “Are we done here?”
(Lance doesn’t have a current problem with any substance abuse. He may have tried a few things though in the past. Especially while he and Alexois were still getting along. Alex was a bad influence. An he tries his best not to go back to drugs or anything bad again. It reminds him too much of the man who betrayed him. Though he does give it thought once in a while with the way his family puts so much pressure on him.)
(Thanks! @smokespun )
“It really depends on how big of a bag I happen to be carrying with me at the time. Sometimes it’s just simple things. Like a couple bottles of potion an ether. Of course some gil. An usually my tome. That’s if my bag is smaller.” Destiney looks around her room before grabbing her regular everyday bag. She checks the contents within. “If it’s my normal sized bag then add in my reading cards and notebook as well to what I already mentioned. As well as a couple empty vials in case we need them on mission for some reason.”
(Thanks! @ikara-esho )
“Well definitely not me. I barely know how to cook much of anything honestly. Though J’siris has been teaching me. So I’d have to name him as a good cook. He really seems to enjoy it. An enjoys using my kitchen since I redid it to better suit company visiting.” Destiney laughs and shrugs her shoulders, holding up her left hand with a bandage on the one finger. “I seem to like trying to chop my fingers. Still not sure why Chee’s brother thinks it’s a good idea to let me cook.”
(Thanks! @ghostly0rigins and for mentions since J’siris is my best friend’s alt character: @cheetah-smith-ffxiv )
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