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Post by Eillien Blaires on Nov 22, 2019 13:20:19 GMT -6
Travelling was something that Eillien had gotten used to while on Eorzea. Yet when she had to do it nowadays it always felt exciting and dangerous. As if there was something coming around every hill and bend of the road. That was truly the case though as she always was finding someone needing help or a monster that needed to meet its end on the end of her lance. This time however she was on something of a mission. The coast had not had a trace of her friend and instead she was heading back toward Torenstein. The large town was the best place that she knew of to gather information. Especially for someone who may still be wanted by quite a number of bar owners in town for one reason or another.
As she walked into town through the main road she inhaled the smell of the advancement and technology that hung over the area. It was something refreshing as the industrial smell was something that she felt deep down from her time in Ul’dah and Ishgard. Where she stood however was quickly becoming unsafe as someone almost ran her over If she had been a normal civilian, she would have been trampled with relative ease. Yet she was far from a normal civilian as she took off into the air in a blur of burnt orange armor.
Coming down on the top of a nearby building she placed a hand on her chest as she could feel her heart beating a mile a minute. Taking in a couple of breaths she was certain that she was all there she glanced to be sure if she could return to the streets below. The carriage that had almost hit her was now moving down the street. Looking at the driver she raised her arm in a rude gesture and yelled out at them. ” BURN IN HELL YA DAFT ARSE.”
That fire was still burning in her mind as she took to dropping down to the street below her and landing in a spot without anyone nearby. Sighing to herself she mumbled as she stood back up. “I need a drink now.”
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
”Something stiff. Aye, make that two of them.” Faris groaned and fell into a chair, head lolling back. The bar was warm with liquor and sweat. There was talk around him -- boasting, jesting, general chatter -- though the counter was nearly empty at this time of day. Faris had a table to himself. He couldn’t tell whether or not he wanted it that way.
His heart was stormy. His legs were sore with bruises, and his neck ached. It had taken him days to march himself out of the Wanderwood, and he was now thoroughly convinced that moogles were little devils all to themselves. They’d led him north, south, and sideways with their mischievous games, and that was to say nothing of their ravine. He’d tumbled down it with all the grace of a beached whale. And it was all for that accursed bird.
Boko. Bartz still refused to take company with him until the bird was found. A bird that Faris was starting to suspect was still snuggled up with its family back near Tycoon. Faris cursed it, the fates, and Bartz most of all. He was less trusting than the chocobo and had about half the brains. A right friend, he was at any rate.
A thick glass was dropped in front of him. Faris blinked in surprise then sat up and grinned at it. "That’ll do.” He seized it and swallowed heavily. It tasted like whiskey. Whiskey with some kind of lemon. ’That’ll fight the scurvy,’ he thought on instinct and then laughed. He wasn’t a sailor anymore. Not a sailor or a pirate or much of anything at all.
He’d been robbed of his crew. Robbed of the sea. If he ever found the devil that stranded him here, he’d give it his whole mind and the wrong end of his spear for good measure.
He raised his glass. ”To friends,” he said, smirking wryly. Then he took another long drought that burned in his lungs. ”The witless louts.”
Post by Eillien Blaires on Nov 23, 2019 19:54:36 GMT -6
Eillien sighed as she moved along toward the closest bar. There were many things that were running through her mind as she walked in. She had not even glanced around the room to look to see if Faris was there already and it would cut her searching down to nothing. Slipping up to the bar she would order herself a drink and lean her spear against the bartop. Grumbling to herself she finally took a moment to stop and glance around the room.
Looking from face to face, feature to feature, and all the while not earnestly paying attention to any of them. Turning back to the bar she grabbed the full mug of beer. Lifting it she took a long drink from it and let the taste linger on her tongue before she swallowed the drink. Setting her glass back down she was now more clearheaded as she had finally satiated a deep needed want to get something to drink.
"Ahh I needed that." She let out the words as she finally got her head on straight and began to look back around the room once more. There was something that caught her eye. There was a tuft of purple hair and a voice that echoed out over top of the din of the other patrons. A familiar voice that brought a large smile to her lips as she picked up her mug and hefted up her spear with her other arm.
Walking over to the table she looked at the figure as she appraoched and knew instantly that it was the person she had been searching for. Talk about a stroke of sheer good luck. Walking over she let the mug down onto the table across from Faris with a slight thud.
"Well tar and feather my arse. Come down here looking for ya and find ya in the very first place I come looking. Luck of the damn divine crystal it seems." She spoke as she sat down across from him with a large smile upon her face. Propping her lance onto the chair to her left she looked right at the man.
"Ey bartender. Bring me another drink and another for my friend here." She spoke out loudly to catch his attention and she turned back toward Faris.
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Another drink fell into place beside his.
”Eh?” Faris looked up, eyebrow raised. A woman in armor stood in front of him, all decked out in red metal. She seemed to know him too though Faris couldn’t pin why. ’Coming down here looking for him?’ Faris looked her over closer as she propped her spear against a free chair and took the one opposite him.
Her armor was no joke, that was for sure, but it wasn’t bulky either. In fact, she’d somehow managed to preserve her whole figure in it -- her whole towering, lithe figure. Despite all the sharp angles, she seemed almost cute with her short cut hair and a span of hip pads that fanned out around her like a skirt. Faris would have remembered a woman like her. Or at least he thought so.
”You’ve come for me? Now that’s an odd sight.” Still, he didn’t turn her away. He needed the company, and he sure didn’t mind it from someone like her. What did he have to lose? With Bartz’ head full of air and Krile running about every which way, Faris had been left to his own devices. And he never did well when his thoughts got the better of him. ”I can’t say I’ve caught sight of you before. Faris is the name. Though I’d say you know it.”
She’d called them friends. Did she have some kind of job for him? From the way she fell into her chair, it didn’t seem like it. Faris frowned and churned his head for something he’d missed. Someone he hadn’t seen in a time. A towering woman with a course tongue and a wicked spear. A friend…
His eyes widened and he shot straight up, shoving his palms on the table as he cursed. ”Eillien?!” He saw it now. How could he have missed it? There was that familiar face, those dark eyes, and the roguish voice he knew. He gaped at her for a moment longer before he broke out in a grin. ”Aye, that's the one! A change of hair and I’m lost as a gull in a typhoon! A right friend, I am.”
Still, he felt himself beam at her -- bright and blustery as the rolling waves. Guilt was the last thing on his mind.
”Where’ve you been hiding? I could’ve used a friendly face around here.”
Post by Eillien Blaires on Nov 25, 2019 21:59:19 GMT -6
Faris’s look of implied unconcern almost brought her to chuckle out loudly, but she held it all back. This was certainly the first time that they had met in such a long time. So, this look of unconcern and almost outright dismissal of her was understandable. Grasping her drink’s handle, she lifted it back up as Faris reintroduced himself to her. This once more was making it harder and harder to keep a straight face. Then it slowly came to him as she could see it crossing as his eyes widened as things started to click within his mind.
This made the smile wider across her face as she lowered her mug back down to the table and let it thunk back down on its wooden façade. Bringing her hand off the mug and she ran it through her hair to move a bang out of her eyes. Looking directly at Faris she could not help but smile at him as wide as she possibly could. Raising her voice to respond to him after she was named inside of his words and mind.
“Aye I came here to look for you Faris. More because you are a friend to me. As for my hair changing well let’s say it is hard to find that dye I used back home and let it come back to its natural raven black. Though the highlights of red were something I love to do nowadays.” She could not help but smile as she spoke about her change in hair. Thankfully the red hair that she was so used to was easy enough to deal with from some of the winterberries she found up there and dried to make it all up. Yet that was the least of things to think of at the moment. Instead she kept her gaze on Faris as Faris asked here where the hell she had been.
“Sonora. Been up there on top of the mountains helping the people up there. Got a place to live and got myself some cash to get my new armor that you see now. Otherwise kinda just forgot how long I had been up there before coming back down here to check in on some friends of mine.” It was the truth coming from Eillien as she sighed and moved to grab her mug once more. Dragging it up to her lips and taking another drink from it as the drinks she had ordered came down to the table. Tossing the barkeep some cash real quick like to not let Faris even go after any cash on their own.
“So yeah been busy up there so much… So much that I could not really make time to be there for some of my friends. That includes ya Faris. Though yeah, I am here. So, the hell have you been up to Faris?” As she spoke, she finished off her first drink nice and quickly as she enjoyed the taste and texture of drinks. Turning back toward him she could not help but smile widely.
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Faris grinned. He grinned and grinned until he thought his lips might burst. Eillien. He only half-heard her through the haze of his own excitement. Eillien was here. She hadn’t left like the others. No, she’d stayed right where she was, and now she’d wandered back into view. A friend, gods knew he could use a friend. There was Krile, but well…
She wasn’t the type who could drink with him. She wasn’t the type he could bluster on to about his fears and the anger that rolled in him like a storm. Despite her strength and her trust and the mountains of respect she had ever right to, Krile was still a child, and there was only so much that a child could do.
”It’s a good look for you!” The words burst of their own accord, but he didn’t mind. He liked the pixie look of it, almost mischievous with its red fringes and its windswept style. ”Never seen better.”
What was he talking about? Did it matter?
”Ah, that place.” For the first time, his lips soured. It was no wonder he hadn’t found her. That kingdom was nothing but a pit of metal and misery. He didn’t follow a single lick of it -- from its cold lights to its screeching carriages to its buildings tall as turrets. Faris kept away at every chance he could -- and he had plenty of chances. ”It’s good you’re doing well.”
That was the best he could say for it. If it suited Eillien then that was her business.
”I stumbled on an old friend of mine. Two of them, actually. Dropped in from back home. Aye, I’d say that’s a stroke of luck.” A bitter one. Faris smirked dryly and took a long draught of whiskey. ”The lout doesn’t remember a thing. Not me, not himself. Well, not his true self anyway.”Not the one he’d become. Faris scowled. ”It’s like someone plucked the real Bartz away and dropped a stranger where he stood. I thought I’d be enough to spark it in him, but…”
But he hadn’t been that important to him. Not like Krile to Galuf. Faris took another swallow of whiskey.
Post by Eillien Blaires on Dec 6, 2019 10:49:46 GMT -6
“Thanks for the compliment. People have been complimenting me on the change. Really don’t care that much but my hair was getting in the way of fighting. So that had to go away.” She spoke up her face flushing a little as a blush crossed her cheeks. There just was something with the smooth-talking pirate that tugged at her heart without her knowledge. If she was ever cornered and asked about it, she would blame the time she spent in Limsa Lomisa down on the docks drinking during her adventuring days. Though with the way that Faris had spoken it she could not but help and swear that there was more within the words, but she could not read the captain at all.
The mentioning that it was good she was well giving her a chance to smile wider than earlier. To just be here and talking to someone she respected and did not feel ill intentions from. It was a welcome change of pace. Listening though as Faris started in as to that he had run into several others from back home. This brought a gleam to Eillien’s eyes as she could not help but feel that nibble of nostalgia bite into her mind. There was still a part of herself that wondered if she would ever truly go home again and see her friends and loved ones.
Despite that internal thought of want she could not help but feel the bitter tone that stuck to Faris’ words. This made her pay closer attention to the words more so then others. “Hey at least he is here. As you said at least it is better than nothing. Also, who knows this place... just has that effect on people. I mean I have met many a person from other words while working up in Sonora that had no memories, no names, no money, nothing but the clothing on their back and the stuff that eventually comes back to them. At least Bartz has you here for them Faris. A true friend that if you don’t mind me stealing a phrase from one of you pirates. To weather through the storm together with. Or I think it was something like that. The ol dock workers of Limsa used to say those types of stuff.”
As she spoke Eillien reached across the table and placed a hand onto his shoulder. Giving it a reassuring squeeze as if to say that he had someone to help him through it as he was there for the others. “Plus I am here now to join ya in your journeys. I do not really have many other friends here. So yeah… I am here Faris.” She lifted her glass up with her other hand and raised it toward the captain. It was a show of respect toward the man and to show Faris that she was there for him.
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Faris glanced at Eillien. At least he’s here. Faris took a long breath. At least he was here. It was so obvious that he wondered how he’d lost sight of it. He’d been frustrated for too long. Hurt for too long. At the end of the day, he’d have rather had an empty Bartz than no Bartz at all. It was like a blunt strike to the head, and Faris thanked her for it. Sometimes he needed someone to smack some sense into him.
”Aye.” Faris sighed. ”I’ll be there for him until the ends of the earth. I’ve followed him this far whether he liked it or not, and I’ll keep with it no matter if he remembers me. I owe him that much.” For the nights of laughter. For that twinkle in his eye. Faris owed him a debt he’d never repay.
A hand found his shoulder, and Faris looked up into Eillien’s eyes. He smiled sheepishly. ”I’ll take you in a breath,” he said. It had been some time since he’d had a friend to hold him steady. It felt like finding his feet in deep water.
Faris watched her raise her glass, and he followed suit. The liquor burned his throat, and he paused once it was gone, watching the ice shift as it melted. Friends. Faris had always thought he'd known them well. After all, what was a crew if not a family of its own? But here he was like a gull flying blind. How was he supposed to hold onto it for a man who wanted nothing to do with him? How was he supposed to be the rock for someone who no longer knew him?
”It’s good to see you, Eillien.” He kept his eyes trained on his glass. ”I needed someone to set me straight.”
He shook his head and grabbed the second drink Eillien had called for him. ”But that’s beside the point. You’re back, and that’s what matters.”
He straightened and tried to brighten his eyes. Bartz wasn’t here -- Eillien was -- and he didn’t intend to darken the mood with his own troubles. ”You’ll have to tell me your tales. I bet you’ve got a load of them!”
Post by Eillien Blaires on Dec 12, 2019 15:00:55 GMT -6
Eillien could not help but let the smile stick across her face as Faris spoke about Bartz. All the words seemed genuine as they came from the pirate captains’ mouth. Hearing about the man made her want to actually meet him in person one of these days. Which she knew full well that Faris could easily facilitate. So, after making a mental note about it she made certain to ask him eventually.
“Well Faris at least that dunderhead has you waiting for him. So, there is that.” Eillien could not help herself to talk once more. Her words just came out without much of her filter activating as she spoke. Though after Faris responded that he would take her she could not help but give him a smirk and a slight turn of her head.
“You would take me? Oh, in what ways would you take me if given the chance Faris?” She could not help but tease Faris though it was a partially truthful statement. As she would not turn down a fun night with someone that looked like Faris. Though knowing that Faris enjoyed her company she kept that smile upon her face and pulled her hand back. Though knowing that she had forced him to get out of a stupor.
Leaning back after pulling her hand back she drew back and drank down the rest of the beer that was inside of her glass. Setting the mug back down onto the table she could not help but have it made a noise that bounced around the bar. Laughing to herself she spoke to Faris again. “You know that is what a friend does for you Faris. Gives you a slap in the face when you need it and a shoulder to cry on should you need it.”
“Though yeah I got a ton of tales. Is there anything that you would want to hear about?” She could not help but smile as she reached over to the second mug that had been delivered to her. Eillien was going to wait til Faris recognized the small bit of interest she had shown in him.
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
“You would take me? Oh, in what ways would you take me if given the chance Faris?”
”Eh?” Faris blinked. He’d take her along, of course. He’d have her at his side in a heartbeat, kept close as the friend she was. It struck him as an odd thing to say before the words pounded their way through his head and he froze.
’In what ways would you take me?’
Oh.
”Ah, that’d be…” He trailed off, not really sure what to say. He’d been thrown for a curve, and the stakes were high. Would he have wanted that angle with her? She seemed a spell older than him though that was a short slight he wouldn’t take to mind. Did she know he was a woman? Now that was a harder one. He racked his head for an answer, but couldn’t really remember. There were a few times he couldn’t remember with Eillien -- too heavy with liquor to guess one way or the other.
What did he really want? Faris couldn’t really say.
Eillien moved on with a laugh. Faris decided to do the same. He’d either need time to think or he’d need a strong enough drink for his body to decide on its own. Either way, he’d put it aside and take her only as a friend for now. A slap in the face and a shoulder to cry on just as she said.
”And I’m glad for it.” Faris half-grinned into his glass. Another sip. He wouldn’t move too fast. ”So you’ve been up in that frozen waste? That place could freeze you solid if the kingdom doesn’t knock you over first. A city made of metal. And I’d thought I’d seen everything.” His smile turned sour, and he pushed his drink back on the table.
”Why there? I wouldn’t think it your kind of place.”It sure wasn’t his. He’d take just about any answer, because his mind was boggled.
