#oasisbow

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Ala Mhigo. A place he would sooner die than return to. That’s what he had told himself. That’s what he believed. After he crossed the border to Eorzea, he was relieved to have quit the place forever. He never wanted to return to the dreadful place. Not after everything. Not after he watched the people he loved be cut down one by one. All for his sake. There’s a bitter curiosity. The gods, if they indeed exist outside of being the primals he’s made a habit of slaying, could be cruel. If they, perhaps, knew of his fate (again, assuming there is such a thing) and paved his road with the blood of his family to harden him. Perhaps it was all a plan. Or maybe they were clueless. Mayhaps the empire only killed his family because fate was slacking off. Fate was not paying attention, and that’s why he was almost killed. Oh, how easy it was. To blame gods or fate, or even other men. Yet the harsh reality is that it was all his own fault. They died because he was weak and useless. How strong he had become now. 

  So why, standing in Rhalgr's Reach, did he feel like a child again? The air is full of noise and people speak about revolution. It is like he’s gone back in time. As if he’ll look over his shoulder and see his Uncle Niall reading some complicated tome. Alas, the fates cannot be that cruel. To steal that from him again. Could they? 

  And so he’s eager, more than anything, to be put to work. To have something solid to focus on instead of the bitter feelings of the past. Much to his displeasure, he’s being sent on a mission WITH someone. Apparently, it is a job that requires them to travel quite a distance and check on a group that went missing in action. Probably dead or captured. but he was not wont to voice these thoughts. Reality is cruel enough. Best not stomp on the hopes of desperate men. All he could do was wait for his partner. 

  His arms were crossed as he waited by the exit to the Peaks. At least it was warm here. Unlike his previous ‘home’. Of course, his eyes caught something rather surprising. An old... Well, would friend be a bit much? The Miqo’Te, whom he had worked with during his exile. Well, he would often sneak back into Eorzea and use his father’s name. He would take jobs, lest he have to rely overmuch on the Fortemps for support. He also thought it a good way to stay informed of the happenings in Eorzea and learn of what happened to his missing allies. Working with HER was a happy accident. Of course, he had been lying to her. His first reaction is to turn away so she doesn’t see him, but he only gets as far as letting his arms slip back to his sides. He doesn’t turn away, however, because it looks like she’s heading in his direction. Mayhaps she already recognized him. Not that she would want much to do with him once he told her of his lies. Anxiety and guilt. What a familiar cocktail. 

@oasisbow​ said:  “You can trust me.”

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  He wants to believe. Is that too much to ask? Just to believe. If only he could still find it in his heart to trust easily. He was just a novice adventurer. So being injured in the middle of nowhere wasn’t a shocking development. He had been chasing some bandits before one fired an arrow at him. It dug deep into his thigh, and if it wasn’t for the dagger he kept hidden on him, he would be dead. When the hyur wrapped his hands around his throat, apparently not satisfied to just put another arrow in him, he managed to slice a decent gash into the bastard’s face. He fled after that, losing blood and energy. The pain returned as panic faded. He eventually collapsed, crawling into some nearby bushes, dagger still held tightly against his chest. U’xulu was right. He would die out here. But now this woman... Offering her aid as he stares at her, eyes wild. His own blood and the blood of the man that attempted to murder him staining his clothes. 

@oasisbow​ touches raha’s forehead. (x)

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 He flinches harshly at the sudden touch. It’s true he had been feeling a little weak, but tis only because he has been away from the tower. At least, he hoped so. He could use powerful healing magicks thanks to the Crystal Tower, but it did little to help if he were to fall ill. Not that he thinks it’s anything but distance making him feel this way. 

@oasisbow​┊✧┊unprompted.

   For one long, stretched-out moment, the seeker is stunned into silence. Truly, it should come as no surprise: she is right in the sense that duty has drained all of his time and attention, only growing more pressing with every step of his unwilling rise to fame.

   Still, that she would come to this conclusion…

   ❝ Don’t say that. ❞ The incredulity etched in his tired features morphs into something a little more desperate; brows knit, head shaking in dissent ever so vehemently. ❝ Don’t even think that…! ❞ Digits wrap around her wrists ( as if he might just lose her if he doesn’t anchor her here— doesn’t it always come to this as of late? letting those he cares about slip and disappear without a trace ), careful not to dig the sharp edges of his gauntlets into sun kissed skin; and for a moment the dragoon looks both exhausted beyond his years and as frail as a lost child.

   ❝ I know everything has been… Too much. But you are my sister, Jubei. ❞

Its not everyday he sees someone wearing fantasy esque clothing in such bold confidence. In any case... 

 “...” 

well-manicured nails tap lightly against her arm as she peers out ahead of her. she’s scoping out her surroundings for the next person willing to spend a pretty little penny. she’s bored, mostly -- the thrill of her small hunt doesn’t seem to be there, and instead she’d rather just find any pleasant company that she might be able to pass some time with.

          now, he knows better than to be judging books by covers alone, but knowing how tiny this miqo girl is almost makes him nervous. that being said, he glances at her book -- a scholar or a summoner? how does anyone tell the difference?? -- and then back up at her face. “ So... “ laguna starts off, putting a hand on his knee as he crouches down to stalk their hunt mark. “ Are you always so gung-ho about attacking something like this? “ laguna turns back to her, shifting his weight on the other leg with a hand resting on the mountain they’re slinking behind. “ I’m not much of a tank -- actually, I’m not that good with a gunblade ... are you sure I can’t just shoot this thing? “

          in fact, this gunblade was just a one-off thing, and being a man of many guns not including ones that he could in fact probably break for that matter, this definitely feels weird. maybe he should’ve said something before tossing on that getup and heading out the door thinking it’d be fine. well, whatever. he can’t do anything about it now, he’s already got the gunblade strapped to his back ready to go. “ Well, it’s alright. I think we’ll be okay as long as I can remember what to do, right? “ when he said mercenary work, this is definitely not what he had in mind, sitting in lakeland stalking a gigantic blue moth of all things ...