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You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Bartz hadn’t lied.
Faris could tell at a glance that Yuna was a true lady. A delicate girl, he thought, in her silken dress with the sleeves flowing and her waist cinched with a bow. She had windswept hair, a backless halter top, and silver jewelry glinting from her neck and hand. For a moment, Faris could only stare at her.
He thought of Lenna.
”Er…” He shoved his hair back with a palm. Why would he think of his sister at a time like this?”You’re hardly late.We’re all scattering like ants around here.” It was true. What had started as a rather quiet afternoon at the tavern had quickly pressed in with a ton of bodies all clamoring for ale and conversation. Faris could hardly see the other tables, in fact, and Bartz had flitted away on a gust of wind. Yuna bowed to him as though in greeting, and Faris blinked back.
A lady lady. Like she was out of some noble court. Once again, Faris felt his heart sink. He’d never had a scrap of luck when he tried to play polite.
”A date?” Faris laughed. ”I guess that’s what this all is. I don’t see what the fuss is all about. I’m out to meet a new face. That’s all.”
She was nervous. He could tell, and somehow that made him feel just a little better. She was just about as clueless as he was about all the specifics. Faris found that hearts were best set alight on chance -- and maybe a little liquor while he was at it. Something like this? It wasn’t something that could be forced.
”Aye.” Faris smiled at her kindly. Or as kindly as he could manage anyway. ”I’m Faris. Captain Faris Scherwiz, I’d have said back home though I’m not a captain of much anything anymore.” He felt his finger twitch. Was that too strong? Not everyone here took kindly to outsiders, after all, and that was about as subtle as a hammer to the eyes.
Only one way to go but forward, he supposed.
”I was a sailor and then a Warrior of Light. There are these crystals where I came from. Apparently they make it a habit of asking for errands -- like putting an end to evil warlocks that is.” He rubbed at the side of his head. Was he doing this right?
”This is all a bit of a mess, isn’t it?” Faris leaned forward, something sheepish in his smile. ”All the hearts and the banners? I almost turned and walked right back out the door.” He shook his head. ”But that’s enough of me. You tell me about yourself. I wouldn’t mind a tale.”
I have the feeling this is going to be interesting
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Faris looked down dumbly at the card in his hand. Yuna. It didn’t tell him much. In fact, it didn’t tell him anything at all but a name and a probable gender. His stomach sank at the thought. He’d been paired with a woman. Not that that was a problem, of course, he’d had his share of close nights with the fairer sex, but in a place like this…
Was Faris what she’d wanted, really? Had the bartender made his assumptions and set Faris to task without the full truth? Was Faris…lying?
Bartz made a noise, swiveling. He looked as happy as ever, but there was a slight disappointment in his eyes. Apparently he’d been paired with a woman as well -- a sad state for him when he’d had his eyes set on the men. Still, he hardly let that keep him down, and in a second he was grinning again. He nudged Faris with his elbow, leaning over his shoulder to peak.
He knew this Yuna if his reaction was anything to go by. Apparently it had been a good meeting, but after a second his eyes got stern. Or as stern as Bartz was capable. ”Now Yuna’s a lady lady. You know, a lady. You’ve got to treat her right.”
”Er…” Now wasn’t that a fair bit of weight on his shoulders? Still, he scoffed and shot Bartz a stern look of his own. ”I’ve managed a woman before,” he said. ”I’m not about to go in flat drunk and swinging.” But Bartz had already lost interest. He was flitting away like he always did, step bouncing with excitement, and Faris was left alone.
He sighed. The seas were rocky alright. It was time to take the helm.
”Now where’s the…?” He scanned the bar, eyeing each printed number set on the tables. Finally, he found his match and drifted to it awkwardly, glancing around to see if others had sat before he did. He tilted back in his chair, tongue at his teeth as he looked up at the ceiling and waited.
He longed for a drink in his hand. Something hard. A lady lady. Faris had the feeling they were in for some rough waters.
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Feb 9, 2020 15:25:46 GMT -6
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Faris doesn't wake easy
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Faris was at his last rope.
He didn’t know how long it had been since he’d last tasted the salt of the sea. He didn’t know how long it had been since he’d wielded his spear as a Warrior of Light and really had something to fight for. He didn’t know how long it had been since he’d last seen his sister, and the weight of it pressed down like the rolling waves. He was low on gil. Bartz’ head was still as empty as the wind, and he he hadn’t seen head nor tailfeather of that damned bird.
Boko. The name had come to haunt him. Everything he had and everything he’d gained all rested on that chocobo. If they couldn’t find him, Bartz would leave him. If the bird didn’t jog his memory then the Bartz he knew might have already been lost.
Faris’ head was as heavy as his heart. The night had crept in like a storm, and he’d needed sleep more than he’d needed ale. He wasn’t in the mood for talk or laughter or boasting. No, he needed to clear his head and close his eyes. A moment’s peace -- that was all he asked for. And then the floor jerked out right under him.
”Wake up, Faris!”
Faris shouted a curse, jolting upright as the bed shook beneath him and he was tossed about like a ship at sea. ”Smell this!”
Something tickled his nose. A foul something that made him sneeze. He swatted it away. ”Are you daft?” He started swatting at Bartz too, but he’d already flitted away, leaving Faris dull-eyed and reeling and tangled in blankets.
”What in the-? It’s moonlight!” Faris groaned and rubbed at the side of his head. The sleep hadn’t left him, and he still felt the dazed waters of a dream. His hair was a rough mane of tangles and curls. His tunic was rumpled and off center. Bartz was talking and talking fast. Faris blinked at him stupidly.
”Boko…? What’re you on about?” The words fell slowly into place. The feather. Boko. Nearby. It clicked together, and Faris jolted forward, eyes wide. ”You found him? Boko? You’ve got a trail?” His stomach turned with something fast. ”Let’s not waste time then!”
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Joanna really was a marvel. While Faris was busy cradling his wound, she was already whipping up a spell. He didn’t recognize it until a warm wind took him, and he blinked at the spiraling motes of light.
”Curaga!” He heard her voice and the spell seeped through him on a breath. He felt it buff out the bruises and knit together the scrapes, and he let out a sigh of relief as his ankle numbed. The magic lingered there, tingling as it worked through the muscle, and in less than a minute, the pain had left him all together. Faris rolled his foot, testing it, and then laughed.
”Are you always stumbling about where you’re needed most?” Faris grinned and rose to his feet, a hand on his hip. ”That was a spell for the finest. I think I’d’ve been trapped for a fortnight if you hadn’t come along.”
That wasn’t strictly true, but it sounded right. If he’d have reached the end of his wits, he could have taken on white magic for himself, but he’d never been much good at it. His spells were too blunt. His healing hit like a hammer, and while they did the job, he’d never mastered much more than a simple cure. Joanna had wielded her magic like a paintbrush, and his ankle felt like her work of art.
Faris spun his spear around, holstered it on his back, and jumped again. This time, he cleared the distance easily. He was like a falcon launched above her, and he skimmed the treeline before landing with a soft ”Oof!” at her feet.
”You weren’t led along then?” He straightened and shifted his weight to one hip. ”The moogles lured me in. I was chasing one -- wanted to ask it a question, the lout -- when it dropped me right in that hole.” He gestured towards it roughly and then crossed his arms with a huff. ”I’ll give it a good knock for its trouble.”
If it could understand him. Given the moogles back home, he wasn’t quite sure.
”If you’re looking for herbs, this’ll be the place. I’ve seen my share of bushes and leaves, but what I’m looking for is a chocobo. I’ve heard they’ve taken to it here, but I haven’t seen head nor tailfeather of them.” Faris looked at Joanna. ”You haven’t come by one, have you? Goes by the name of Boko?”
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Feb 9, 2020 14:39:35 GMT -6
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I love this in character sign up lol
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
The bar was a fine sort. Clean, warm, and nothing like the dives down by the docks he’d taken to when he’d lacked his weight in gil. It should have calmed his heart, but it didn’t. Not when papers were being shoved into his hand.
”Eh…” It was a heart. A bright red, lover’s heart that matched all the silly things strung from the ceiling. Faris ran a hand through his hair, head tilted. ”This is about as daft as a loon. Why don’t we skip it and find somewhere a little more-” Faris looked to his side and blinked at the empty space beside him. ”Bartz?”
But Bartz was already at the counter, swiveling around on the stool with a hand at his chin. Faris sighed. ”Well I’ve got the time to lose.” He shoved his hair over his shoulder and approached the counter. He tried for a grin.
”We’ll be sailing, aye?” He took a pen and set it to paper. ”There’s not a sea that’s scared me yet.”
The words were typed out in a bold, sharp print. Faris squinted at it. Letters had never been his strong suit, but after a moment and a little muttering (”Pref-air-ed Gen-der? The blazes?”), he scribbled down a rough script of his own.
Your Name: Faris Partner’s Preferred Gender: Any will do Likes: The sea, a pint of ale, a strong heart with wits to match Dislikes: Rich parties, fancy talk, a man full of air
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
”Wait, you are a woman?”
Faris froze. Oh. It wasn’t a problem. Of course it wasn’t -- not to him anyway -- but he still hated those words dropped on him like a storm at sea. Was it the liquor that had loosened his tongue? Some deep part of himself that had thought for sure that Eillien had known. Maybe he’d wanted her to know? Either way, he sipped at his drink just to have something to do with his hands.
”You are still my friend and to be honest, if you are it makes things a little better for my own psyche.”
Faris felt a fierce heat fill his cheeks. ‘You’re still my friend.’ Still. Why say it? Put it in a spotlight? It was always the same way. ’Let’s get those wet clothes off you. Wait, that’s not right. But why?’
’Well would you want to be the only girl on a ship full of pirates?’
”Aye,” he said simply. His glass was empty but for a few melting slivers of ice. He dropped it on the table and angled his head, arms crossed. ”Don’t go making a ruckus over it. I don’t much care what you call me.”
He shrugged and sat up. How long had they been talking? His eyes drifted towards the window, and the dimming light beyond it. What was Bartz doing at this hour? Something dangerous, he expected. Too much time alone, and he’d find trouble just as often as trouble would find him.
”I should be finding my way back,” Faris said. ”Bartz will be needing me, the dolt. He’s about as easy to wrangle as a gust of air.” He pushed a palm through his hair, shaking it out behind him. The liquor made his hand heavy and his head too for that matter. ”It’s been good to see you. I’ve needed a friend.” He glanced to Eillien and smiled. A real, genuine smile. That was the truth.
”We’ll see each other again? I’ll be needing that right hand at the wheel.”
Faris is the best princess, what are you talking about?
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Eillien brightened in an instant. ’His right-hand woman?’ As unlikely as it was, Faris couldn’t help but grin. The thought burst in a million colors. The bitter wind. The sea rocking beneath his boots, and Eillien -- holding her spear in one hand and a glass of ale in the other. ”We’d be the scourge of the sea,” Faris said, laughing. ”They’d know our names far and wide. Two Warriors of Light out wreaking havoc. It has a nice ring to it, I think.”
’To pillage and drink and party.’ He imagined himself with his hands on the wheel and Eillien at his side. In his dream, they were laughing.
”Well you help me find a ship, and we’ll be off. I could commandeer one, but without a crew…” Faris shook his head. ”It’s not exactly a solo venture, and it’s not an easy one at that. But the feel of the wind...Aye, there’s nothing like it.”
How long had he missed the sea? His crew? Even the power in his sword and his ill-sought gil? Longer than he’d been stranded here, that was for certain. Saving the world was all fine and good, and he’d protect innocent lives in a heartbeat, but he’d always known that the life of a Warrior wasn’t for him. With Exdeath gone, he’d taken straight back to the water.
”Did I ever tell you about the time I nearly ransomed my own sister?” Faris laughed again and drank. ”That was the start of my dealing with the crystals -- a rough start if I’ve ever seen one. They were daft -- the lot of them. Sneaking aboard a ship full of pirates! Then one of them turned out to be the princess of Tycoon. We don’t usually make a business of kidnapping, but when it falls straight from the sky…”
Faris shook his head. ”Now that was an awkward moment. She carried a pendant -- the same as mine.” Faris fished inside his scarf and pulled at the chain of his necklace. He held out the gleaming stone in his hand. ”It was just about the only clue I had to my past. I had a half dozen reasons to sell it, but I never did. I guess I knew, somehow.”
He tucked the pendant back beneath his tunic. ”Turns out I was a princess before I fell into the sea. Can you imagine it? Me? A princess?” Faris laughed. ”Just goes to show that blood doesn’t mean a thing.”
They have so much chemistry. This is easy to write.
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
”Hell?” Faris blinked. ”Mayhap.” He shoved his hair behind his shoulder and thrust himself back, thinking. It didn’t feel right. Not really. Not after hearing Eillien’s story, anyway. Faris was just a pirate at the end of the day -- that and a Warrior of Light. He hadn’t experienced anything like war or battle or the kind of bloodshed that Eillien spoke. And he certainly wouldn’t have described his own life as “hell.”
Still, he sat silent -- half baffled and half brooding. Maybe he wouldn’t have agreed, but he wasn’t about to go correcting Eillien on that. He didn’t want to bring up the dark thing lurking in her past anymore than he wanted to bring up the absurd branches of his.
”Aye.” Faris cast her a weak grin as he once again lifted his glass. ”To the future.” He took a long drought and felt the room haze. How much had he had now? Surely not enough to disconnect the colors like they were. Had he eaten today? He couldn’t say. ”You know, I’ve grown used to this place, I think. I’d still take home in a heartbeat but…”
Faris shook his head. ”If I could just get a ship and a crew….Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.” He glanced at Eillien, grinning faintly. ”What do you say? If I ever land myself a ship, how’d you like to sail with me? I could use the extra pair of hands.”
It was a lousy offer, he knew. With the money he was making, he could barely keep himself afloat let alone afford a ship, but it came like a flare of the heart. If he could have a ship, he’d take her in a heartbeat. The open wind would do them well.
”I’d say my stories are a little more outside the law.” He winked at Eillien and sipped again. Should he stop soon? The thought floated past without roots. He’d have water in the morning. ”It comes with the life of a pirate.”
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
That was not the kind of story he’d expected.
Faris grabbed his drink as he listened, glass awkwardly at his lips. He’d asked for something adventurous -- something that could lighten the mood. Instead, his stomach dropped as soon as the word “enemy” struck his ears. It sunk further with the words “battlefield,” “calamity,” and “blood.” Still, Faris had had too many drunken nights to flinch from talk that suddenly soured the mood. It was a simple risk of the vice, and he couldn’t blame Eillien for taking it five shades darker than he’d intended.
”Ah,” he said though he didn’t really understand. Dalamud, Primals. He knew Bahamut, but couldn’t fathom how a summon had anything to do with it. None of it meant a thing to him, but the message came clear. The battle had nearly killed her. It had likely killed scores more, and it would never really leave her. He wouldn’t have guessed her as a soldier, but that was neither here nor there. They were both here now and the past was squarely behind them.
”That’s a mighty tale,” he said and it was true. It was mighty and strong and like a bitter herb on the tongue. ”I don’t think I’ve got a thing to match it.”
Still, it was only fair to try. Eillien had laid herself bare. Faris would match it out of respect.
”My world was nearly sucked into the Rift.” Faris lowered his glass and shot Eillien a wry smile. ”It’s like the doorway to nothing. Inside, time had stopped. All manner of fiends wreaked havoc there. And it all came back to the great warlock -- Exdeath.”
Faris placed his drink on the table. Where did he even begin on this one? Even now, Faris could hardly believe it all.
”He was sealed away by the crystals. Er, these magic stones. They built up the elements and the world was teetering on the edge without them. They shattered one by one until the devil was loose and he took to his army of monsters. He was after a terrible power. The Void.”
Faris stopped. What was he supposed to say about The Void? Even now, he didn’t really understand it.
”The Void’s inside the Rift,” he said. ”Exdeath went inside and we went after him. In the end, it took him and was just about to wipe the whole world of reality. We killed him first though -- me and Bartz and Krile and-” He paused. He wasn’t ready to talk about Lenna.
”It was a wild ride,” he said. ”I still think about the sight of it. He became a monster himself in the end. I’ll never forget it.” He pushed a handful of hair behind his ear. He still saw that twisted devil in the dark. It was something that shouldn’t have lived. They’d done away with it before it could manage.
”Well that’s the long and short of it, anyway.” He tossed his head towards Eillien and smirked. ”Now that we’ve aired our pasts out in the open.”
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
’Do whatever you think is right.’ The advice was about as helpful as a fish on land, but Faris couldn’t fault Eillien for that. It wasn’t Eillien’s responsibility to give him advice just as it wasn’t his responsibility to take charge of Faris’ problems. Eillien had her own way and Faris had his. He was thankful for the shoulder to lay them on as it was. He didn’t need anything else.
Faris shook his head. ”Wandering about with friends. Aye, that sounds like a dream. If only mine weren’t so empty-headed.” He grinned faintly and shoved a hand through his hair, pushing it behind his ear. ”I’ve got nothing but what I’ve said. With the two of them, it’s been hard enough earning gil to keep it all afloat. Work comes and goes, and I’ve got more than my mouth to feed.”
Not to mention keeping Bartz satisfied. If Faris couldn’t manage the job, he’d go taking off on his own again. A sad state when he’d run afoul of a witch’s curse that attracted him to trouble. No matter where he went, absurdity followed -- and not often the peaceful kind. With his crystal only barely unlocked, Faris had his hands full just keeping him alive. And if Bartz ran off without him…
Well, Krile’s sense for danger gave her enough sleepless nights enough as it was.
”Enough of that,” he said. He leaned back in his chair and tilted his head to the side. ”I’d like to hear a tale of your own. Something from your home world if you’ve got any. You’re the type who takes to adventure like water. I’m sure you’ve got enough to fill a book.”
A book he wouldn’t have opened. Reading was slow work, and he’d have far rather listened to it straight from the teller. He nodded. ”I’ll trade one of yours for one of mine.”
