(The worst she has ever been treated was while in Ishgard. The rumors an whispers when she was walking around. She is a half midlander, half wildwood though she looks completely elezen. Her grandfather, the Aurifore are an upper class family, disowned her mother before she was born. So in a sense she was treated much like a half-breed bastard. Unwanted. So she had no friends nor tried to make any friends during the five years she lived in Ishgard.)
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(Haha. Honestly I think Nate got a taste of this last night when they talked. Dest tries to think logically when it comes to work. So sometimes she ignores feelings or intuition because she feels they can cloud judgement when it counts the most. Especially when it comes to the cards she has. The last mission the cards insisted on the futility of the actions to be taken that night. Something didn’t sit right with her about this mission.
Yet she chose not to trust her feelings on the matter. Especially when all the signs pointed to trouble. Most definitely when the enemy led them into that trap. Yet she chose to ignore it. The enemy was cornered. Or at least they thought. She spent the weekend regretting not trusting her feelings or noticing the signs.)
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(For Dest it would consist of her contents of a pouch since not all her outfits have pockets. So a small notebook, a deck of black cards with gold trim, bandages, some gil, a potion, and an ether. Her basic everyday items.)
(For Lance it’s mainly gil. He doesn’t carry much when he has duty. If he’s not on duty he carries a bit more. A linkpearl to reach Miu and a map cause he isn’t familiar with areas beyond Coerthas.)
(Karigan tends to carry a pouch or two because she doesn’t exactly have a place she calls home right now. Definitely gil, extra daggers, a change of clothes, and a couple potions.)
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(Depends upon your definition of animal. Domestic animal? No. He’s never had any pets nor been interested in approaching ones owned by others. Wild animals? Depends if aevis count. Well there was one wolf. But all these bites have happened after he was an adult. So it’s not really affected him much. Makes him a bit more wary around those creatures. But any wild creature is likely to bite in certain situations. So he always tries to be cautious around wild animals.)
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(Spring and Fall. She’s a fan of the weather that isn’t too cold or too hot. Watching the colors of those two seasons is even better. Flowers in the Spring and Leaves in the Fall.)
Flashes of images. Pain and blood. Her own screams, mixed in agony and despair. Those leering faces of the Imperials as she sat there pinned to the wall by that lance. A sword piercing into her chest. Waking up, heart in her throat an hand over her chest.
(While they no longer happen nearly as often anymore, she does on occasion still have the same reoccurring nightmare. Mostly around the time of year that the incident occurred is when it is most often. But it’s been getting better because she has found a good support system in the company she calls family.)
(Summer. He’s spent so many years dealing with endless winter that he much enjoys the heat of summer. Not to mention he’s grown to like going to the beaches.)
Smoke and screams filled the corridor. The roar of a dragon shakes the walls. Lance was a novice once more. Yet no matter how hard he ran he never seemed to gain any ground towards the fighting. The orders shouted out were muted to him. Bursting through the doorway finally left him outside. No! That wasn’t where he wanted to be! He fell to his knees, looking up at the burning Vigil.
(Lance doesn’t have this nightmare often but it is the most common if he should have a nightmare. He was a novice at the time he was assigned to the Steel Vigil when he was younger. He was one of the lucky ones to escape because of Chlodebaimt’s sacrifice.)
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(Destiney probably wouldn’t even if the idea was tempting. She is trying not to get to the point again where vengeance leads her down dark paths. If she were to be tempted into doing such, it would probably be something that didn’t threaten the person physically. Maybe something more mental.)
(He wouldn’t magically curse anyone. Ever. He would rather let physical fighting solve his problems an would probably challenge his enemy to a fight. Of course assuming he knew he stood a chance of winning. He might seek out someone to help him get stronger before making that challenge though.)
(Kari would be the most likely of the three to resort to a magical curse. Yet she has no skills with aether/magic. Untrained/No Interest. But she would be the one to find someone else to do it for her. She has made enemies thought none that serious. Just people who she has a grudge against for various reasons. Usually other mercenaries she doesn’t see eye to eye with. She would likely resort to some curse that would make all their jobs failures. So she could smirk an watch from the shadows as they had zero luck on completing anything.)
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(No not really. Her mood and outlook on life have a lot of varying factors but none of them related to the seasons. Sorry.)
Karigan paused an looked around in wonder at all the snow. However that moment of wonder was short lived. It was so bloody cold! Her eyes narrowed in obvious annoyance as she wrapped her arms around herself in an attempt to get warm. One thing was for certain, she was no fan of winter weather. Once this job in Coerthas was done she wanted nothing more to do with this sort of weather. She much preferred the warm sea air and breezes.
“Bloody cold. How do the people here stand it?” She grumbles softly an trudges through the crunchy snow towards her destination.
(Karigan is probably the one who the seasons would effect the most. She grew up the daughter of a merchant/sailor. The weather on the seas changes with the seasons. As would her moods. She hates the cold/winter. Enjoys the summer the most. Finds Spring and Fall to be okay but not really her thing.)
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Her hands lowered from the spell she had been working to cast, spell unfinished. Her eyes widened a fraction. Fingers beginning to tremble first before they tremors moved to other parts of her body. Mouth feeling as dry as the desert. Memories of blood and pain flashed through her mind, forcing her to squeeze her eyes shut yet it didn’t make it stop. Making her forget the job she was supposed to be here to do.
“Hey, Delvanguard! Where are those shields?”
Her breath caught in her throat as she forced herself to try an swallow the rising panic. Shaking hands raised again. Faint sparkles of aether drifting in the air as she pulled on the magic for the spell. Temporary arcane shields covering her front line allies as they fought against the band of Imperials traveling through the area. Forcing her turbulent emotions into a state of numbness for as long as possible.
Once the fighting was done. Once they were back into the safety of the city. Destiney slipped on the white half-mask she always carried with her. She told the leader where to send her share of the reward in a short clipped tone before parting ways. A empty side street with no one around. Her body sliding down the wall to sit against the ground. Her head in her hands as she breathes heavily to try an fight for a feeling of calm. To use the silence of being alone to fight against her own inner demons.
(For Dest the problem always seems to be changing. The biggest is trying to find a way past the fear an panic at fighting other people, especially if those people are Garlean related. Standing against people reminds her of the thing she did after leaving Ishgard. She can function to a degree but not well. It usually takes someone calling out to her to snap her focus back to the moment at hand. An then she just sort of forces herself to function until she can escape at the nearest possible moment. However she isn’t set into getting past it either right now. There’s no real motivating reason giving her a drive to fight it. I figure one way or another she will find the will to fight to get over it eventually. Not for the purposes of killing again but at least being able to stand an fight for those she cares about.)
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Lance paused at the edge of the Shroud. It was like the changing of seasons. Something he hadn’t seen in so many years. Not since the calamity had changed Coerthas into an endless winter. He let out a breath he didn’t even know he had been holding. Closing those sky blue eyes as he let the warmer air brush across his face. His heart felt lighter. How he had missed seeing more then the pure white snow. Or snow dyed red with blood.
(In a way yes. He’s been stuck in the snow of Ishgard and Coerthas for so long its like a long needed thaw. His outlook has become a bit brighter since going from a ceaseless winter to other seasons beyond. But it’s been so long since he’s actually experienced seasons that I wouldn’t really say it changes with the seasons so much as it does with the weather.)
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Karigan was walking through the streets of Limsa. She didn’t want to be here. Not in the slightest. Every moment here was another chance to run into her father. Especially if she happened anywhere close to the docks. However this was the nearest place with a market an she needed supplies. As well as to turn in an item for the reward it would garner her. Her hand reached down to where her pouch should have been. Only it wasn’t there.
“No… No. No!” Karigan groaned an looked around in panic. Her money pouch was gone… There was no one around who looked like they had just pilfered it off her belt. A curse worthy of a sailor uttered under her breath as she began to retrace her steps in hopes of finding it. Though she wouldn’t. Thankfully she still had the item in her pocket that she would need to turn in. Just meant a night sleeping under the stars to conserve what little money it would net. An trying to find more work quickly. What an unlucky day…
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