#ma'sae

All characters can be found on Crystal Data Center, Balmung Server

Lebeaux Desrosiers

Militant Orthodox Ishgardian Chirurgeon, currently in something of a self-imposed exile in protest to the Reformation. Can be found around Eorzea (except for Ishgard) or Kugane. 

Antagonistic

Problematic

Will make life difficult

High Maintenance

@blackrose-ffxiv

Anselme de Haillenarte

The Iron Roots. Reformist Apologist Ishgardian highborn. Out-of-work Knight since the war ended doing his best to try and find a new purpose.

Friendly / Cheerful / Upbeat

Trying his Best

Accidentally makes life difficult

HQ Himbo

@iron-roots

Jyhun Arun

The Gloomy Graveskeeper. A Xaela who has given up his tribal roots and made a home in Ul’dah. Thaumaturge, acolyte of Thal/The Ossuary and researcher of Black Magic. Aether tracker and interpreter, specializing in forensic applications. Undertaking is his side gig.

Awkward/Creepy/Gloomy

Means well

Will make life difficult

Not so bad once you get to know him

@chief-mourner

Eight (Ma’sae Pohju)

Two-gil street thief with delusions of grandeur. Ul’dahn Alchemist, conman, rogue and general ne’er-do-well. Former gang leader now supposedly on the straight an narrow as he does community service after being arrested and exiled to the Far East for a time. 

Neutral/Self-Interest motivations

Will steal the rings off your fingers

Means well enough

Will make life difficult

Slightly problematic

Tea ( and Blackmail ) for Three 12/01

It was the quiet part of the late afternoon in the Airship Landing, the golden hours before dinner service and return trips, and long after the dockworkers had finished the early morning deliveries. There were a few patrons there, mostly solo travelers in between legs of their journey or quiet groups of tradesworkers relaxing after their shifts - and Lux Lunseer, tucked away in a shady corner, with a shady companion of her own. Lux seemed to be hard at work at not paying a fair amount of attention to the man sitting across from her - but she was predisposed to vacant, judgmental glares, and the grim line of her mouth was not altogether uncommon. They had been there for a while - the man had a glass of ale that was nearly drained, and Lux a cup of tea that was barely touched but had long since gone cold. There was a stack of paperwork in front of her that she was studiously pouring through, occasionally commenting on to her associate, too quiet to pick out from across the room.

Eight was currently propped up in the only remaining chair. Leaning back with his ale resting on his belly and his boots predictably up on the edge of the table, legs crossed at the ankle. His tail swayed and curled lazily, ears tilted in the general direction of the restaurant’s entrance. He spoke quietly in return to the woman, a crooked grin sometimes indicating a joke or a bit of teasing though the Priestess didn’t seem to react to the goading. Eight knew full well once their ‘esteemed guest’ arrived he’d have to shove over and make some room. But he intended to wait until the very last second to do so.

Rashk Geilt arrives in an impressive billow of fine fabrics and long hair, the steps of his high heels audible from quite a distance. Any play at the ‘alleycat’ story Daijiro started has been abandoned in favour of the Keeper donning his usual impeccable socialite look—now with an artful touch of straight-out-of-bed debauchery. Judging by the flawless make-up, he definitely isn’t actually straight out of bed no matter the lies his long hair tries to tell. “Captain Lunseer,” he greets cheerfully like one might an old friend. The shady friend is given a cursory glance. “You’re just full of surprises. First a dinner invitation over a mysterious note and now I find you already entertained by a stranger? I’m simply dying to hear what’s going on.” He drags out the 'simply dying' a touch like the upper social circles have a habit of doing, the rest of his pronunciation impeccable on every syllable.

Supply and Demand 12/31

It was not entirely clear what Taji Tumet sold out here, except she did it without having to pay into the licensing structure of the Eorzean Alliance and without fear of inspection by Idyllshire's non-existant law enforcement. Nothing looked to be of much value at first glance; the sacks had the texture of sand when poked, and a half-open crate bearing the stamp of 'ARUN ALCHEMICAL' only showed a top layer of rocks. The rest was just scrap lumber. The Xaela had just finished a loud and frankly nonsensical conversation with a goblin, who was reassuring her that windsails would be available the end of the next span, and that no, he did not want to buy dirtsponges. "But these mushrooms are very good," Taji was insisting, palms flat against the counter, leaning over it and flashing plenty of teeth at the smaller creature. "Very fresh. You like VEGETABLES don't you."

Eight was ‘blending’. Also known as overdressing for any occasion. His favorite pastime that didn’t include drinking or stealing things. He was incognito as your run of the mill adventurer/craftsman. The miqo’te sauntered up to Taji’s counter, resting his elbow on the stall’s top as he grinned in a way that clearly said he was up to no good. Looking between Taji and the goblin she was trying to pawn some mushrooms to. The goblin and Taji. Back and forth. “Best dirt sponges you’ll find outside the Shroud. Have you ever had one? They’ll make your braincage explode with flavor.” He declared, making the mind-blown gesture with the hand he wasn’t currently propped up. “I came here all the way from Southern Thanalan just to buy them. Good thing you don’t want them now I can have them all to myself.”

Taji visibly brightened at Eight's appearance, flashing him an appreciative lopsided grin that was indistinguishable from any other threat display but for the excited twitching of her feathered tail. "Gobbies already have many eatplants..." The creature protested in between audibly ragged puffs through its mask. It seemed somewhat impressed to be addressed directly by such a fine specimen of engineering, though - Eight could have easily passed for any of the magitek technicians that came to the area to assist the goblins restore Sharlayan technology. "...Did this one really fly all the way from sand castle to buy these?”

“...Yeah, did you?" Taji asked him, curiously, fingers splayed over the side of her mouth to render the question inaudible to her hapless customer. She banged her fist against the table and gestured to the withered purple fungi, "And these will flavor your eatplants. Buy them. Buy them. Three hundred gil. Buy them. I'm supporting your business, you should support mine! Else I will ask this fine gentleman where he docks his airship."

Ma’sae remained leaning rakishly against the counter, plainly enjoying the spotlight as he seemed to have both Taji and the gobbie eating up his performance. He picked up one of the mushrooms tossing it up into the air before catching it and turning his hand over to show the tiny beastman. “Of course! The shroud doesn’t do business with outsiders like you and me, friend!” He declared to the Goblin. “But this fine lady has product for all! Best taste, best prices. Fairest trades. Now while I said I was going to buy them all myself, I would feel terrible if I sent you off without even a few after telling you how great they are. Too cruel, too cruel.” He declared as he set the mushroom down on the counter in front of the prospective buyer. “Go on, get what you need for you and your loved ones. They’ll thank you. I’ll buy after you.”

The goblin had begun babbling to itself as it set a money pouch on the counter and pushed it towards the dark-scaled purveyor without committing to letting go of it - plainly nervous at Taji's cheerful threats to revoke her business. Ma'sae's reassuring pitch had it looking at the basket in a new light - and so the jinglyshine was exchanged, and the goblin waddled off happily with a few additions to its stew. >

"Thanks for your participation in the food chain!" Taji called out after it, swiping the money pouch before Eight could get to it and tossing it up in the air. She tracked its motion up in the air with the angle of her shoulders, and it landed in her hood. She turned to the other Keeper and beamed at him. "Two hundred and ninety-eight gil," she informed him. "Family discount! Especially if you haven't bought Starlight gifts, yet? Lux loves reminders from the Shroud!"

Eight snorted and picked up one of the mushrooms, wiping some of the dirt off of it before he took a bite. He immediately made a face and set the bitten mushroom back down on the basket where he had retrieved it from. “Nope. I still hate mushrooms.” He declared cheerfully. “Nah, not gonna buy any but you’re welcome for the extra sales. ANOTHER BUT. I will in the future. How do you feel about custom orders.”

Offerings 12/06

Rashk Geilt slips inside the run-down building, flicking his tail out from between the door moments before it closes. A bothersome feeling of being watched made him alter his intended course after a long night of socialising, his senses for such much sharper than Quinten’s. He pretends it’s a lovely early morning for prayer while stepping out of the direct line of sight of any who might enter in his wake, mentally going through where he hid the knives under his extravagant attire. None of them are in easy reach when one favours subtlety over a quick draw, but he hopes there won’t be a need to reach for them in the first place.

Eight had been following the extravagantly dressed miqo’te for the better part of the morning into the early afternoon. He was hard to miss, really. Between the mass of hair and the sort of gilded plumage that would look more at home on a stage during a Grand Revue Extravaganza than on the Ruby Road exchange. Perhaps he had gotten lazy, perhaps Rashk was that good, but once the fortune-teller changed direction suddenly for a side street Ma’sae suspected that he had been made somewhere along the way. No matter! The rogue followed anyways, pushing up the fabric he had pulled low over his pale eye with one hand while the other slipped into a fold of his overcoat, seeking out the well-worn handle of a knife as he slipped inside. He winked his dark eye shut, immediately seeking out the drifting motes of aether and which direction they were headed as he stepped into the luxurious shrine. His attention whipped to the left and both eyes opened as he grinned brightly.

Rashk‘s expression is still caught in a look of tension when Eight turns to face him much faster than anticipated and the Keeper’s eyes widen slightly before narrowing. He lets the look evolve into a haughty sort of frown to play off the mood their previous meeting had ended in. “Oh, it’s you,” he says in that tone one might use when discovering a truly unpleasant door-to-door salesperson at their home. “Is the Captain really so desperate to ‘help’ me with my affairs that she must have her underlings interrupt my prayers?” His tone might be lazy, but his gaze isn’t lacking in intensity, flicking down to the other man’s hands as he takes the other’s appearance in, trying to gauge the likelihood that this is, in fact, an assassination attempt.

Eight, rather than looking embarrassed at being ‘made’ by the mysterious miqo’te, beamed in delight instead. He took his hand out of his coat and reached up to remove the turban meant to hide his mismatched eyes and protect the tips of his precious ears from the Ul’dahn midday sun. Nothing worse than sunburnt ears. He rolled the fabric idly as he wandered over in Rashk’s general direction. “Nah, she’d probably yell at me for interrupting you during prayers. If you were really praying. Honestly I expected more of an…” a hand waved casually like he was looking for the word. “Ambush situation. I walk in and a bunch of thugs jumps out. Though, it’s hard to see you putting up with your run of the mill thugs. Maybe well-dressed dandies on hard times or burly bandits crammed into ill-fitting smoking jackets.” He suggested cheerfully, plainly imagining what Rashk’s ‘street gang’ would look like.

2018

Some hell of a ride. 

A fun little scene with some new friends! Keldorin posing as a knight named Dogsbane, named by Phi ( @tinycatteandfriends ) posing as Oleander. First time getting to RP with Lux ( @rootstorm ) and Ma’sae ( @masaepohju ) Blast meeting you both and getting to have the characters interact while all under their guises!