star crossed skies

Screams because maintenance

I’ve been busy with Shadowbringers! Sorry! The story’s really gotten me hooked and I can’t stop playing... I’ll probably be adding That one person to this blog once I’m done with the story.

Logged onto XIV, got my FC to rank 5, put up an action, logged off.. And now I’m bothering people on discord because I’m bored. I’m ready for 5.0! All the instances and people logging off after being afk for 30 minutes, the instanced areas... It’s Stormblood all over again!

Jests aside, if anyone wants my discord, it’s under the cut.

There was much to say about a dead man walking. Many people spoke of specters, ghosts and ghouls which haunted the lands. Always whispering, always talking about them. It was the same as when she’d dragged herself into Rhalgr’s before passing out. They called her a dead woman walking, and wondered how she had gotten there with such bad wounds.

She hadn’t stuck around after healing up fully. She remembered barely anything of her time in the infirmary, only that she was given medicine to help deal with the pain and had basically looked like a mummy for a while. She’d heard many people talking about how she looked nearly like the girl that lead the resistance, and how they wondered if they were related.

She never humoured the thought.

“I wonder if they’re all right,” She murmured to herself, looking off into the distance. The waterfall crashes beside her, into the lakes below. She hadn’t moved from this area for a few days now, not that she minded staying here. It was... calming, for one.

“The Scions... and the Warrior of Light.”

What had happened after the Banquet? After she and Papalymo had gotten separated? She didn’t know. She wanted to know. And the entire thing scared her. She wanted to return to the Scions but... would they welcome her back or regard her as a turncoat?

She got up after a few more minutes, stretching and watching the progress of the sun as it slowly set. It would take her about an hour to reach the town, but she could also just set up camp here for the night and hope nothing attacked her while she was sleeping.

Yda starts walking, but away from the roaming monsters and towards a safer area, just as she heard the soft thwump of something landing. She turns, and stares at the other person dismounting the mount for mere moments before her face lights up.

“It’s you! I can’t believe it, you’re alright!” Yda’s first instinct is to give her dear friend the biggest hug of her entire life. But the second instinct is to pause and wait. The smile doesn’t leave her face regardless her friend’s reaction. “Are the Scions alright? Have you been well?”

Ah, chatterbox Yda. Never change.

“That’s... the last time I try to take on one of those things on my own.” She collapsed to the ground, staring at the sky in a daze. Before, she could punch one of those wandering Fluturinis down without breaking a sweat... but now it felt like her entire body was screaming out for her to rest.

Dam this inconvenience.

She took a few minutes to regain her breath, standing back up and dusting off the back of her legs. Yda was close to a town... By the sound of the waterfall and the noise around her, she was... in Ala Gannha, where she’d been born. The people here wouldn’t recognize her, she knew. And yet it didn’t stop her from trying to find succor there. If it was even just a little...

But how long had it been?

Along the road, however, as she headed towards the town, Yda noted a strange traveller. The pugilist’s eyes light up just slightly. She’d bothered the warrior of light so many times, surely she could-

And, before she could stop herself, she was halfway caught up to said traveller. “E-Excuse me! You- you don’t happen to-” She skids to a stop, panting.

“You don’t happen to have anything to eat, do you? I don’t have anything on me!” Not even a scrap of bread.

I realized I owed more than just two starters. Oops. I owe one from a prior starter call, one for my friend, and two from this other starter call. I’m getting around to them! ...when I should be sleeping haha.

❝ I DON’T THINK any normal assassin would dress like this … ❞    INDEED HE WAS CORRECT – the whole idea of an assassin was to be inconspicuous , to remain in the shadows . With all of his ostentatious jewellery that he wore , not to mention the sheer impracticality of the lower half of his outfit with agile assassin moves , it was nigh on impossible that he could ever pass off as a convincing hired killer .  ❝ I’M A SKY PIRATE , however much that matters here . A treasure hunter , if you will ~ ! ❞

Well, that was her blunder. Congrats, Yda. A blunder you’ve made to punch someone in the face! She was still a bit on edge, especially when he called himself a sky pirate... a treasure hunter. Which means he was still desecrating the sacred grounds of her people. That didn’t sit well with the pugilist whatsoever. But perhaps she was making things a bit more complicated than she should.

Not that it mattered.

“Alright, Sky Pirate Treasure Hunter.” Yda used the full title, folding her arms against her chest. “You’re trespassing on the grounds of my people. There’s no treasure to be found here, only the nonsense the Garleans left when they fled.” The nonsense being Magitechnology, which was being taken back to Rhalgr’s Reach every now and again to be carted off to Cid Garlond.

Lyse?

Yda pauses as she hears the familiar name, the name of the person who she’d heard from various sources had taken her name and identity. Her own sister. It caused the pugilist to put her guard up, fists clenching and eyes narrowing slightly. The one thing that set the two of them apart were Yda’s Archon tattoos, that this person seemed to have missed.. Among other differences.

“I suppose you wouldn’t know where she is, then? Certainly not dead like me.” Yda’s voice was dripping with either venom or sarcasm, it was hard to discern which it was. “That is under the assumption you know her well. And by the way you greeted me, I suppose my assumption is correct.”

She turns fully, facing the Miqo’te.

“I have a few words I’d like to exchange with her.”

I-I wake up to two followers... Hi.

Fray glares in the most obvious of ways. Stares down the bard, eyes narrowing as he. just. doesn’t. fucking. want to deal with her right now.

@punchbled

HE’D PERSONALLY REGRETTED HIS DECISION of encountering the pugilist before him – here he was , minding his own business just hunting some treasure , and the woman had come out from the shadows like a lightning storm and ambushed him . Perhaps she thought he was an enemy , invading in their lands ? Either way , the leading man’s perfect visage was now adorned with a couple of prominent bruises ; he counted himself lucky that Fran thought him attractive regardless … at least , as far as he was aware .  ❝ WELL , AT LEAST neither me or my face will be forgetting you anytime soon … ❞

Her fist meets its mark almost instantly, as she punches the man who treads upon her home. Regardless of any facts, the man had no right to be defiling the place like this. Even if he was sent here by the Resistance to scout out any remaining imperials... Well, she would apologize later but-!

Just going to give a bit of an announcement:

   In the next few days I may make this into a multimuse blog. I’ve got too many blogs, and I’m going to condense them all into one. I’ll be keeping everything on Yda, but I need to do this to stop myself from getting overly stressed on logging in and out of various blogs just to check on things.