#eyline

👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public?

Yeah, L’eyline and L’alor are literally the worst. At least they usually do it during a portion of their morning runs before most people are awake and where they’re somewhere mostly out of the way so they won’t get tripped over.

Eyline ~ Baline

Don't touch these "NPCs" they will make sure no one ever finds your body.

Btw yes they do share one body.

but not one personality~

Cask and Flagon Outer Docks, Limsa Lominsa Lower Decks Late 1571

“So, here’s the plan. Listen good, ye sods, cause I’m not gonna repeat it.” 

Safely ensconced in the back room he’d paid good gil for in the back room of a seedy bar so far on the outskirts of Limsa Lominsa’s docks that it barely still counted as being inside the city, Captain Swyrsath Swyrsathsyn paused to let the serving girl the bar’s nervous owner had provided him, a miqo’te girl tiny even by miqo’te standards, refill his drink. The strawberry-blonde Seeker ducked her head with a respectful level of fear as she poured this time, and he forewent smacking her as reward. He liked it when people learned quickly.

“Me sources tell me th’ *Admiral* -” he paused here for the inevitable chorus of various derisive and hateful noises at the name-dropping of the hated Merlwyb Bloefhiswyn- “is plannin’ ter solidify ‘er power base in th’ next few months by raisin’ a bloody Grand Company. Bringin’ her scrags an’ uniforms under th’ same banner requires ‘er ter bring in shipments o’ standard issue gear. Muskets, clothin’, even some artillery.”

Swyrsath continued his explanation and, ultimately, forgot the miqo’te waitress was even there as he ran through the list of what they’d need to do. His source had informed him there was a shipment they’d be able to cut off on its way to put in at the naval shipyard in Moraby Bay-

"Excuse me,” the waitress chirped. 

The room’s occupants rustled with surprise that turned to yells when they realized she was standing at the door, the captain’s own musket trained on him with one hand, the other holding a Navy-issue grenade.

“What’s goin’ on here,” Swyrsath blustered, taking a faltering step toward her and coming to a stop as she flicked the hammers on his gun back. “I-”

“Captain Swyrsath Swyrsathsyn, by order of the Admiral, you are served and bound.” The barrel of the gun that now belonged to the suddenly-bubbly miqo’te twitched toward the door. “And your contract only specifies preferably alive, so if you wouldn’t mind?”

One of his crew started to lurch to his feet, and the blonde girl clicked her tongue in warning, then brought the grenade - a common model in use by Naval Intelligence’s bounty hunters that could be ignited simply by pulling free a flint that would ignite the length of fuse taped to the side - closer to her teeth, where she could light it with a simple yank. “Sit yourselves back down and- actually, you know what? Show me your hands, just to be sure.”

Once they’d all settled down and hands were safely displayed away from concealed blades and illegal firearms, she twitched the gun toward the door meaningfully again. “Captain?”

He stumbled toward the door, and she kept just outside of his massive Roegadyn armspan as he did so. Enormous shoulders sagged. She knew what she was doing, he wasn’t going to get out of this without eating a bullet. 

As soon as he was clear and far enough ahead of her that she had a spare second to react if he tried anything, she flashed the stunned, silent pirate crew a bright grin, bit down on the flint pull, gave a yank, tossed the grenade into the room, and slammed the thick oak door shut. “Bye!”

The stunned silence continued for a moment, followed by muffled shouting and then an explosion that cracked the door. Dust billowed.

“No!” Swersath shouted, lurching a step in her direction until the looming barrel of the gun once more brought him to a halt. “Who the bloody hell are you?”

L’eyline Talyn

[ art by @lady-amaranthine​ ]

L’EYLINE TALYN - Former Lominsan Armada intelligence officer who retired to follow her bestie West’s dream of opening her own entertainment company. Bubbles and cheer abound. Co-head of hospitality and cofounder at @crescent-ffxiv. 

TUMBLR: @maelstromkit​

Rastirah Kacha

[ art by @bunnynuggetz​ ]

Mae’lin Kacha’s baby sister and adopted ‘twin’ of L’eyline Talyn. Ex-Yellowjacket turned Crescent janitor and proprietor of the tea shop and cafe at Twelve Oaks Library. Professional-grade tattoo collector and listener to loud music.

TUMBLR: @seacat-ffxiv​

Miranda O’hteco

[ art by @bubblesteaart​ ]

Recovering crime addict and con artist. Quick-tempered, though she’s finally seeking help for her anger management issues and starting to get her shit together enough to perform as a functioning member of society. Security guard and public relations worker at Crescent, in addition to studying Sharlayan astrology.

TUMBLR: @the-other-ohteco​

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FFXIV 30-Day Writing Challenge, Entry 1: Spectre

It was a fairly self-explanatory sentiment, but the last thing you generally expected to confront upon entering the Crescent venue in the Goblet was a voidsent. As a result, when L’eyline Talyn rounded the corner leading to her office and encountered one - a vodoriga, she thought? - it was somewhat fucking unexpected.

She backpedaled with surprising grace considering the circumstances, slamming back against the wall and giving the matter some thought. Okay. Someone summoned a voidsent in the house. There was a brief wish that that was more of a surprise. Some of Crescent’s employees were into weird shit. I can’t just *leave* it here. Call Thunder. Thunder will know-

Her finger stilled halfway to her linkpearl, two-toned eyes narrowing. Wait a fucking second. Someone had summoned a voidsent and it just happened to park itself right in front of her office right after a certain someone knew she’d been watching horror movies in the theater? During All Saints?

After a moment’s further consideration, she carefully stepped back out into the hallway, praying to Llymlaen that she wasn’t wrong. Of course, either way, someone was probably going to die.

L’eyline Talyn burrowed deeper into her bulky coat, shivering against the icy cold of a Coerthan morning. The locals had gotten so used to seeing her that they didn’t even question the sight of a half-frozen miqo’te trudging towards the Brume anymore.

The lights were already on at the soup kitchen, and she stepped inside and immediately shook herself, leaving a circle of snow around the mat. “Shelly, that you?”

“Hey, you’re early!” The half-elezen Brume girl she’d hired as an assistant darted out from the kitchen and hugged her. “It was even more freezing than usual so I thought I’d get started.”

“Fair enough.” Winter in Coerthas seemed like it would be difficult to distinguish from summer until you were actually living through one. Eyline left her coat on and headed back into the kitchen to help. “The icicles have icicles.”

“Poor thing,” Shelly teased, heading back to the big pan of scrambled eggs she was working on. “I still can’t believe a tropical girl like you comes down here voluntarily. If I was you I’d be curled up in front of a fire first thing in the morning.”