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gegenji · 4 years

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Advent of an Amazing Aether-Administrating Apparatus!

RP Partner: @onehundredplumblossoms Date: 24 June 2020

Nenemo Nemo evaluates the Namazu, the exterior hull holding fast against the furious storm that rocked Gloam not long ago. The town is already starting to look more orderly, apart from the numerous windows under repair and waterlogged furniture in the street waiting to be broken down and replaced. For an independent community Gloam is relatively well off, due to the ceruleum, so it isn't damage they can't bounce back from. Continuous storms however, who could say. Nenemo Nemo: > For her part, Seseka seems satisfied that the submersible hasn't been severely compromised in any way, and only needs to send her mammets scurrying about the hull to check for anything out of the ordinary. Very little but cosmetic damage is found. She clutches a cigar between her fingers, running a hand through her shortened hair.

Chachanji Gegenji peered awkwardly into the warehouse, draped in an azure-hued rain slicker that was likely rather new - though perhaps not unwarranted given the weather he's had to deal with around Gloam in his past outings here. Seeing Seseka and her mammets inspecting the Namazu, he pushes his way in - and into conversation with the older Lalafell - with awkward steps and equally awkward small-talk. "So... ah... h-how's th' Namazu lookin'? All th' gadgets still in one piece after th' storm?"

Nenemo Nemo: "Ah? Oh, yes yes, she's quite fine. Your construction was solid. Nothing but scratches so far. I can't perceive any damage to the propeller either." Nenemo Nemo puffs a small cloud of cigar smoke. Her recent infirmity doesn't seem to dissuade her any.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Tha's good!" he chirps, meandering in closer and looking over the vessel a little himself. "I did bring back s'more'a me tools in case any repairwork'r anythin' needs done, 'long wit all th' stuff on th' list Ms. Aya gave me." And Virara, but given Seseka's reaction to his wanting to bring her in the first place... he figured omitting that part was probably for the best right now.

Nenemo Nemo: "I don't have any use for you right now. If it so comes that Miss Foxheart has a need of another modification, however, your craftsmanship will no doubt be called upon again." Nenemo Nemo states with her low, somewhat raspy voice. She seems slightly unfocused. It might be the effect of her mammets. Judging from what was alluded to before, some 'part' of Seseka seemed invested in them all, especially the red one. It might be that she's in the midst of 'multitasking' even now.

Chachanji Gegenji: "'n I'll be 'ere ta do it if'n it's needed..." Chachan reassured, tapping lightly on the more armored chest-piece of his rain slicker. Protection against rain and zombie sahagin, from the looks of things. He watched the mammets go about their business in silence for a couple moments, a couple wary glances sent Seseka's way, before he spoke again. "Um... w-were ya able ta put t'gether those... um... thin's tha'd keep th' zombie fishmens away?"

Nenemo Nemo: "Yes. I've had my boys set them up about the beaches and shorelines of this island. With any luck they will be prevented from entering Gloam again. However, I would not expect that we would be able to continue producing such devices with reckless abandon. After all, I was only able to make a surplus of disruptors here because the island is privy to a large supply of surplus Imperial communicators and parts. What with the circumstances of their independence." Nenemo Nemo muses without looking at him.

Nenemo Nemo: "Should the cultured drone problem spread beyond the vicinty of Dagon and Hydra itself, I doubt even the Empire proper could produce enough disruptors to keep every shoreline of Eorzea free of them."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, hopef'lly we'll be able ta deal wit th' pro'lem at th' source once we're down there... Right?" Chachan offered, though the question at the end rather clearly belied his own uncertainty of that. He fidgeted a bit, scratched at his cheek. Another awkward little silence. "Um... s-so... given all th' parts 'n stuff 'ere... ah... c-could ya be able ta make another'a of a diff'rent gadget? I-if'n ya wanted ta, a'course."

Nenemo Nemo blinks, shutting her eyes momentarily and leaning back. Some tension seems to leave her body before her eyes flutter open again. Thus unoccupied, her concentration also broken, she turns to Chachanji. "I was wondering when you'd get around to asking me whatever it was you really wanted. No one comes to an old coot like me for anything but to make a request. Well, what is it?" Nenemo Nemo places her cigar in a round glass ash tray in front of her.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Th-tha's not true! I... I wanted ta make sure ya were akay, too," he stated, silently admitting he had a request. "I... jus' didn't know which would be th' easier ta bring up first... 'n both ended up bein' kinda... difficult." He rubs at the back of his neck. "S-still, since we're on th' topic of gadgets 'n makin' stuff... I-I figgered thi' would be th' best one ta... um... start wit?" He gives an awkward shrug and smile.

Nenemo Nemo rolls her eyes. "Get on with it. I'll try to help you as best I can. It's the least I can do for your superb service."

Chachanji Gegenji: "A-akay..." He nods before taking a deep breath. "Um... w-would ya be able ta make 'nother one'a those um... aether-pullin' gadgets tha' ya used ta help me back when we were testin' those potions'a yers? Y'know, me 'n th' folks from th' Roadhouse? Ya... um... saw what extra aether does ta me 'n... I-I dun want ta risk somethin' like tha' happenin' while we're down there. I mean... g-given th' bigger zombie fishmen we saw, I-I 'spose it COULD be handy? But... I can't really... control it well."

Nenemo Nemo presses her bronzed spectacles up with her pinkie. "Ah yes, your condition. I remember it well. But that wasn't a device for "clearing aether," so much as improvising via the effects of an existing trinket I simply had on hand. More study would be needed to understand the vagaries of your physiology, such that I have a grasp exactly of what your bodily transformation entails." Nenemo Nemo: "In particular, I find it curious that you are able to gain mass so easily, yet lose it all without any discarded matter. It is a strange characteristic." Nenemo Nemo seems to mean matter as in any solid substance in this case...

Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah... w-well, I dun really understand it meself..." he admitted, rubbing at the back of his neck again. "Jus'... whenev'r I take in extra aether... tha' happens. I thought it'd jus' last until I actively used it up 'r it was taken outta me but... ah... some recent events have shown me tha' jus'... after enough time... I go back ta normal. Still... it's th' fact tha' it happens tha's th' pro'lem... 'n if'n somethin' caused it while we were down there..." He looks down at the warehouse floor. Chachanji Gegenji: "I... I could put ev'ryone in danger."

Nenemo Nemo: "If it concerns you so much, then don't go. Why must it be you who risks yourself for the safety of others?" Nenemo Nemo questions him, a clear, calm look in her eyes.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Well, fer one... I... thin' I hafta go 'cuz otherwise Ms. Ririco might not work wit us?" He scratched at his cheek. "I mean, ya were th' one tha' said tha'." A pause. "But... I... I want ta be able ta help, too. Ta try 'n make sure ev'ryone tha's goin' down there comes back safe. Ms. Aya, Ms. Portia, you, 'n those we're goin' down there ta find. I dun thin' I could stand it if'n I stayed behind... 'n I find out ya guys got hurt. Or worse. When I coulda been there. Done somethin'."

Nenemo Nemo: "That. That there. Worrying about things you can't help. That's what I mean when I ask this of you." Nenemo Nemo points at him with the stub of her sizzling cigar. Nenemo Nemo: "I think the little brat would probably assist us so long as you delivered on your promise. I don't expect that she will lie, as... fixated as she is. But even so, you talk about this like it's something only you can do. Why?" Nenemo Nemo doesn't seem hostile, more that she's genuinely curious.

Chachanji Gegenji: "'s... not tha' it's somethin' only I can do," he admits, quietly. "Honestly, wit Virara comin' along... she could prolly handle th' fishmen all by herself. But..." A longer pause. "I want ta help. I want ta be there fer me friends. I want ta be able ta tell th' captain tha' he's got friends... a family waitin' fer 'im back in Limsa. I want ta do me best ta protect ev'ryone, ta see ev'ryone come back safe." He turns and places a hand on the Namazu. "I dun doubt th' Namazu can get ev'ryone down-- Chachanji Gegenji: --there. 's what's waitin' down there, tha' unknown... it worries me."

Nenemo Nemo: ".... Hm." Nenemo Nemo seems unimpressed. However, she slips off her stool to the ground, brushing off her sooty coat, pausing momentarily to sneeze. Nenemo Nemo: "PSCH!..."

Chachanji Gegenji: "I mean... ev'n me condition could be useful if'n I could -control- it," he insists. "But... oh, ah, bless ya."

Nenemo Nemo: "Alright fine. I don't know why you're so particular about this. It seems to me that any number of people could do what you intend to do. You don't need to put yourself in such needless danger on their behalf. But if it's what you seek out, I suppose I could cobble something together."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Mebbe they could... 'n mebbe better than I ever could. But... I'd still want ta try. Ta be there if'n I can be, ta help if'n I can. Protect who I can." He scratches at his cheeks, which have reddened a bit in embarrassment. "I... want ta see ev'ryone safe, 'n be able ta do all I can ta make tha' happen."

Nenemo Nemo: "It is a shame you cannot put that motivation forward towards your own personal goals. That aside, such a device would likely need to adhere to your body to properly channel aether into it, in the manner of a focus, attuned to your body's frequency much like that of a portable aethryte crystal. Not suitable for teleportation, but other wavelengths of energy can be funneled through it." Nenemo Nemo: "The problem is regulating that flow. I would have to study your body more carefully, but I suspect the issue is a cascading effect in which the body's massive conduciveness to aether pulls in greater and greater amounts until it can contain no more. It is a marvel you haven't exploded yet." Nenemo Nemo notes with disarmingly casual ease.

Chachanji Gegenji: "It -is- me personal goal, though. Ta see ev'ryone down there. Ta see them safely back. If'n th' captain's down there... if'n yer student's down in th' other one. I want ta see them back safely. Whether fer joyous reunion 'r..." A quiet pause. "... fer proper burial."

Nenemo Nemo: "Chachanji dear. You want these things, but not for yourself. You're only considering the needs of those around you. Believe me. I am an expert on selfishness. I have spent my life fleeing from my responsibilities, over and over again. I even faked my own death to get away from them."

Nenemo Nemo 's tone takes on a quiet, sullen tone. Nenemo Nemo: "Wanting to protect others is admirable. But you must value your own life as well. Only then can you weigh properly when and where you mean to sacrifice it." Nenemo Nemo: "A device like this could be considerably dangerous for you."

Chachanji Gegenji shakes his head. "I... do want these thin's fer meself, though," he admits. "'ve nearly lost me family ta the razin'a Doma. Me brother to a coma. A girl I onced loved 'cuz I was too afraid tha' I was more hindrance than help. I... I don't want ta lose anyone. Not if'n there's somethin' I can do about it."

Nenemo Nemo: "..."

Chachanji Gegenji: "I... want ta know I can protect people. Save people. Maybe not be a 'hero' but... at least try ta be somethin' close."

Nenemo Nemo sighs, narrowing her eyes. Nenemo Nemo: "But you're still talking about others. Have you ever considered what you'll be doing years from now? What of your trade? How do you want to advance it? Is it really just to save others' lives, and nothing else?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "But tha's the purpose of a crafter, ain't it? Ya make thin's fer others," he states. "Sure, some folks do it jus' fer profit but... there are those who make thin's 'cuz they want to see others usin' them. Ta see their lives bettered by it. Tha's what I want ta do wit me trade 'n... well... wit meself as well."

Nenemo Nemo shakes her head. "... What a waste. If nothing else, you might make a decent test subject. I can't teach those who aren't willing to learn." She doesn't seem terribly upset, however. Nenemo Nemo: "Fine, I'll make your little gadget. Don't blame me when you draw in so much aether you pop like a balloon."

Chachanji Gegenji gives an awkward chuckle. "S-speakin'a test subject... I... kinda was one a'fore, 'n I thought mebbe th' results'a tha' might help." He reaches into the bag at his side, pulling out a thin lockbox and - from that - he produces what looks like an Arcanist's codex. "There was... um... an alchemist tha' wanted ta try'n replicate what I do. Ta make super soldiers 'r somethin'. These are her notes. If'n they can help... 'n-n if'n ya need ta study me proper... tha's fine too."

Nenemo Nemo pulls the notes into her grasp rather hastily. "Give them here. What are their credentials?" Seseka questions, apparently forgetting her own are rather dubious, so long as she remains unrecognized and a fugitive from Sharlayan. "No, don't bother telling me. I'll discern them for myself. These could perhaps serve my purpose well without needing to do partial biopsy."

Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah... sh-she is - or was - a member'a th' Alchemists' Guild?" he offers quickly when she all but snatches the tome from him. "'n-n she was able ta kinda-sorta replicate th' results wit 'er assistant so... I-I guess she figgered at least part'a it out?" He scratches at his cheek, though it pauses at 'biopsy.' He didn't really know what the word meant but... perhaps it was the rabbit that was his spirit animal... he had a feeling that it wasn't a very good word in regards to his own well-being.

Nenemo Nemo: "Drawing ambient aether into the body without proper training or a suitable focus is highly dangerous. It could potentially result in overaspecting, or aether poisoning, or the suffusion of your body with other aetheric maladies. Not to mention the surrounding environment could suffer a catastrophic loss of aether as a result, depending on how depleted it already is. I will have to account for this with the device. A tomestone might be capable of acting as a regulator." Nenemo Nemo: "Many allagan devices are designed to be able to efficiently self-regulate aetherflow such that they cannot exceed capacity, storing the aether away in containers until they can be safely disposed of. I could perhaps re-purpose such a circuit to your needs, and allow for an infusion. Transforming back will be trickier. And most likely, the device would restrict you to an infusion that doesn't exceed the healthy limits your aetherpool could sustain for a short duration." Nenemo Nemo: "In other words, you would only be able to grow so large. Has that dissuaded you enough?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "W-well, if'n it helps... 've had a lotta... practice wit it recently," he offers, a bit of a grimace crossing his features of memories that were obviously a little bittersweet. "So, hopef'lly tha' should help?" He paused as she continued, trying to follow along with her jargon as best as he could. To what success was debatable. "W-wait, so thi' wouldn't jus' be a device tha'd keep me from changin' ev'ry time I get too much aether, but let me activate it 'n control it?" Chachanji Gegenji's eyes grow wide with awe upon seeing you. Chachanji Gegenji had obviously not been dissuaded at all.

Nenemo Nemo: "Practice? How so?" Nenemo Nemo nods. Nenemo Nemo: "It would be an aetheric regulator, similar to that which keeps Allagan devices from overloading. The excess would be stored for use in giving you a safe, regulated infusion of aether, such that for a brief amount of time, you could perhaps grow in size." Nenemo Nemo: "After a certain amount of time, or when you have completed your use of it, the excess aether would be siphoned off of you and stored in a crystal, to be discarded or kept with you as needed."

Chachanji Gegenji: "I made friends wit some... well... they called 'emselves Pixies. They're like Sylphs but more... person-lookin'?" he explained. "'n they liked playin' pranks 'n stuff. 'n tha' included messin' wit me condition once they knew'a it. Tha' 'n... sometimes their pranks backfired 'n needed help dealin' wit th' mess. Which often tended ta be large, too. So... yeah... a lotta practice." A sigh, then a shake of the head. As if to dismiss the negative memories and focus more on the positives of the-- Chachanji Gegenji: --here-and-now. "I... thin' I get what yer sayin' 'n... tha'd be really impressive if'n it can do tha'. I... still ain't wholly comfortable -usin'- th' ability but... I can't lie tha' there's been times I thought it woulda be useful. Like durin' th' storm when th' larger zombie fishmen showed up." Chachanji Gegenji: "But... wit th' difficulty I have usin' it... 'n worryin' 'bout gettin' too big 'n causin' more pro'lems or fear... I hesitated, y'know?"

Nenemo Nemo tilts her head to the side Nenemo Nemo: "... Pixies? I know not of such an organism. Don't you mean sylphs?" Nenemo Nemo thinks to herself. "They sound like sylphs."

Chachanji Gegenji: "I mean, they looked a lot like Sylphs. They jus' called themselves Pixies." He shrugs.

Nenemo Nemo: "Are you sure they weren't just sylphs under a different name?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "'s possible, I jus' went 'long wit it ta try'n keep them happy. Upsettin' 'em jus' meant more pranks."

Nenemo Nemo 's mouth flattens into a thin line. "It would be useful to dissect one. Already deceased, of course. Then I could determine if any physiological differences exist. I believe the sylphs have more in common with seedkin than beastkin or spoken... which are really just beastkin who talk... This categorization really needs to be revised. If only I had been able to continue at the academy..." Nenemo Nemo mutters to herself.

Chachanji Gegenji gets a bit of a worried look, uncertain how the likes of Gria would take to offering up one of their own - deceased or not - for such practices. "W-well, anyroad, 'cuz'a them I spent a lot more time big then I had since... well... since gettin' th' ability ta begin wit. So I 'spose I have them ta thank fer all th' practice."

Nenemo Nemo: "Hm. It will be useful. You may have an inherent feel for how much your aetherpool is able to accommodate of foreign aether." Nenemo Nemo stretches her arms out at her sides. "Much like the limitations of holding one's breath, or straining your muscles to their limit.

Chachanji Gegenji: "Tha's... a neat way ta put it," the little smith admits.

Nenemo Nemo smiles and taps her fist against her chest. Nenemo Nemo: "Immaterial and material are my fields of study. The aetherpool, and by extension, one's anima, are waveforms, true, like an invisible aura of energy within ourselves, but they are as much 'you' as your flesh and blood. And I am quite familiar with manipulating that immaterial half of you." She glances at her mammets. Nenemo Nemo: "People speak of it as a spiritual energy, like a soul, but I believe one day body and 'spirit' will be as manipulable as one's clothing."

Chachanji Gegenji: "'s still 'me', huh...?" he echoes quietly to himself, a soft smile drifting across his features. The phrase reminding him of a more pleasant collection of memories. "Chagenji is Chagenji," he murmurs quietly with a chuckle before looking back up at Seseka. Seemingly having missed the last part about the goals of body and spirit manipulation in the process. He awkwardly tries to cover that fact, though. "W-well, seems like I was right tha' ya'd be th' best person ta ask fer help on thi'."

Nenemo Nemo: "Of course I am. I am a professor of aetherochemistry, and far more versed in these matters than any of my tedious peers. Aside from perhaps Loloki. But nevermind that ruin-diving, dust-encrusted scarab." Nenemo Nemo recounts her peer with a faint tone of amusement.

Chachanji Gegenji: "... Loloki?" he echoes, the name seeming... vaguely familiar. Perhaps he had encountered her once? "W-well, if'n thi' gadget will be able ta do all th' thin's I thin' yer sayin' it can... 's ev'n more than what I was hopin' fer."

Nenemo Nemo: "I will need to do some limited testing on you, but I expect I should be able to succeed. In return, I only ask you work hard procuring any materials I require for the construction of a device. Oh, and out of curiosity, how did you manage a solution to the matter of well, your clothes?"

Chachanji Gegenji: "Oh, ah... tha's a bit of a group effort, act'lly," Chachan admitted. "I know a tailor who's partner changes size - though not ta th' degree I do - 'n made special cloth ta accommodate 'er. Tha' plus th' runic leatherworkin' I learned from th' Nu Mou 'n... well, 've managed ta make at least some outfits tha' scale wit me ta some degree. I hafta wear them fer a bit, a'course. 'Soulbindin'' I thin' was th' term fer it."

Nenemo Nemo: "Hmm... Nu Mou? You've been to some strange places. I've not heard of these people either. A leatherworking cooperative?" Nenemo Nemo: "I will have to draw upon your knowledge to make certain my methods of adapting the device to fit you properly aren't inconsistent with theirs."

Chachanji Gegenji: "Cooperative's prolly a good word," Chachan stated with a chuckle. "They 'pparently REALLY liked bein' able ta help others. 'course, they were SUPER strict 'bout the rules of th' exchange. Like... if they asked fer three frog legs fer their work, they wanted EXACTLY three. No more, no less. Got... kinda scary 'bout it, honestly..." A brief shiver. "A-anyroad, yer helpin' me out a lot wit all thi', so I'll help ya wit as much of it as I can."

Nenemo Nemo: "Yes, yes that's fine. I will get to work immediately with the immediate research needed to plan the specifications of this regulator, so for the time being, shoo!" Nenemo Nemo ushers Chachanji off hastily, clearly more obsessed with the idea of putting together the device now than anything else she was previously working on. Hopefully she won't be TOO distracted from her work maintaining the submersible until it is used again.

Chachanji Gegenji: "A-ah... w-wait, there was th' other reason tha' I came too... th-th' one tha' wasn't jus' lookin' fer a favor!" he interjected quickly as he's being Lalafellhandled out towards the door. "I-I mean it tha' I want ta see all'a ya akay! 'n-n I saw Mr. Alec say somethin' ta ya tha' seemed ta freak ya out! S-so... um..." A pause at the door, since she had managed to jostle him all the way there. "I-if'n yer in trouble, 'r... 'r jus' need an ear ta bend. Lemme know, akay?"

Nenemo Nemo grins toothily. "Don't you worry about it dear. Worst comes to worst, I'll just put him to sleep with one of my lectures!" Nenemo Nemo: "But thank you."

Chachanji Gegenji pouts, but relents. "I-if'n ya say so. Jus'... wanted ta put tha' offer out there, is all. We're all in thi' t'gether, right?"

Nenemo Nemo: "Of COURSE we are. Don't sweat the details, Chachanji darling. It's just a bit of old people chattering about, that's all. I won't divulge the secrets of my research to him so easily."

Chachanji Gegenji nods before heading out the door. "Akay. Jus' know yer one'a th' ones I want ta keep safe too, Ms. Seseka." He adjusted his bag. "A-anyroad, I should get these spices ta Ms. Aya. Let me know if'n ya need me!"

Nenemo Nemo: "Go already! I have to get to work on your device! Don't make me boot you out the door!"

Chachanji Gegenji: "'m goin', 'm goin'!"

Nenemo Nemo shooes him away, all but booting him bodily from the warehouse.

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nibelart · 6 years

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Aya Foxheart ~ Final Fantasy XIV ~ [Com]

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#FFXIV #ffxiv hyur #Final Fantasy XIV #square enix #hyur female #portrait #portrait girl #blond girl #blond hair #digital art #digital painting #art #artwork #videogame #mmorpg

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dubiousduskwight · 6 years

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Adventurer’s and Other Freaks: Event Sign-UP

Courage and Pluck, Courage and Pluch

“Good adventurers of all stripes! Dastardly antlngs have stolen a supply of Lord Lolorito’s most precious sugar! We cannot let simple vilekin get the better of us, and I, Jeromiah J. Pluch, intend to lead an expedition into their lair to recover the stolen goods. The bakeries of Ul’dah and the hopes of children seeking a sweet depend on us!”

When: Sunday, September 30, 7 PM CST

1. Chachanji Gegenji

2. Aya Foxheart

3. Virara Wakuwa

4. Jana Ridah

5. S’imba Tia

#adventurers and other freaks #hqe #balmung rp #ffxiv rp

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shroudwayman · 7 years

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💘 …someone my muse has a crush on.

There’s a burst of a laugh, brows giving a trademark waggle. “Why ya wanna know? Ya interested, friend?” Renaux covers his coy smile behind his knuckles, eyes averting. “Look, see? They’re precious an’ rare, but there are a couple folks who I ain’t always wanna just hop into bed with, yea? They’re the ones who’re interestin’, the ones who confuse me, or performers I look up to or admire an’ shite. But they ain’t gotta know, an’ neither do ya!” There’s another laugh to smooth his smile back into place.

- -

Pfft, sorry Ren, the anon has asked! There are a few notable people Ren’s reactions have been more crushing than actual romantic interest, actually! Which is always interesting to write, given that I’ve got a rule with Ren: Whatever comes out of my fingers first is typically always what I hit enter on. He’s very... whimsical and outlandish, whose feelings come and go like the tide. While writing there were a couple of folks he’s met who rustled something other than (just) desire from the idiot trash panda who aaaaare:

Aya Foxheart, whom Ren considered too precious to sully with lusty touches, and otherwise enjoys her high-energy performances and light-hearted company. She’s made him laugh genuinely (see that last ask) on a couple of occasions without a firm trust-base to be laid. While the muse usually hits on everyone he enjoys, Aya was one of the first who brought more of a genuine reaction than one of flirting. Seeing her always brightens his night.

Ciel Grayve, whose first performance Ren experienced he cried (real tears!) and nearly fell over himself when she approached him to make small talk after. It was a humbling sight to behold. Seeing her still makes his heart leap in the way a school-yard boy looks star-eyed at the pretty girl on the monkey bars, but knows that girl is far out of his reach. Doubly so Ciel is married, and Ren respects the devotion to her husband without a challenge to it offered. Secretly, he makes heart-eyes from over her shoulder.

Also oddly, during a Truth or Dare game, Renaux was asked with whom in the room had he a crush on. He surprised even me when I realized of those present, Alderique Valeriant was the one he chose (out of two he was dating, one he’d had offers to sleep with, and a beautiful red head.) Alderique, who has always seen right through his facade, questions him honestly and challenges Ren to be honest when the duskwight’s first choice is typically a pretty lie. Alderique was the one whose talk ultimately convinced Renaux to stay when he was weighing leaving with some tough talk and a cup of tea. His genuine expressions of himself have always dazzled Renaux, and his confidence is infectious.

♥ There are of course a few others, but best to not release them all at the same time! Ren’s feelings are often... complicated, and span malms in minutes, or inches in turns. He is whip-lash personified. It can be very fun, and also very challenging, to play well!

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ayafoxheart · 5 years

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Valkyrie: The Model Success

(Writing a couple of posts on the background of Aya’s set of Magitek wings, which will be involved in some more adventure soon!

Thank you to @zaheela for the use of her Workshop both ICly, and for RP!)

Aya felt the wind rushing by her body, blowing her long blonde locks. The air taste of salt, as it did in most of La Noscea. She had come to this cliff before, drawn by the view of the land below and the blue, white-capped sea in the distance. Here she had felt the wind bellow with its force of air as it pushed along the surface of Hydaelen from one end to the next.

She had always loved heights. From those childhood days in Limsa Lominsa, when, as a refugee, she had stared down at the sea from the ivory white towers that stood strong against the tide. To her youth in the Tower City of Ishgard - where she climbed the heights of spiraling towers she had no right to enter, ever praying for a view of the distant tree tops of the Black Shroud somewhere over the horizon. There in the winds, howling with malevolent force, or braying with winter's harshness she could find a taste of that one thing she longed for, that one thing which the wind seemed to speak of from deep within her: freedom.

Freedom. She had long ago escaped the frozen clutches of Ishgard. But, other bonds proved more challenging. Now it was the bonds of the very earth itself that she longed to escape. She enjoyed the scene a moment longer before readying the purpose of her trip. She turned around, sheltering the small toy-like device from the wind as she carefully inspected every detail of its construction. It was a test-scale model. A proof of concept, and test bed for her theories and designs. More than that, it was just a lot of fun.

Made primarily of wood and metal, its main distinguishing feature were two wing-like appendages protruding from the spine of its cigar-like main body. These wings were attached to the body by articulated shoulder joints, and contained several more points of articulation along their own lengths. At regular intervals small sky-blue crystals glimmered from custom made mounts which could aim their wind-like projections of aetheric air. Their purpose would soon be apparent. The whole device was linked together by two internal network arrays: one carried cereleum derived energy to the crystals and actuators, the other connected a small set of basic sensors to the energy gates and every point of powered articulation. The first array conducted power, the second limited and directed that power in accord with its custom programming.

This second array, the control system, had proven the most difficult challenge she had so far encountered so far. It was what she was hear to test, after she had found it seriously necessary....

Several Weeks Before:

Everyone in Rhea Zaheela's Workshop had become familiar with the Ishgardian blonde by now - though it was not always a happy familiarity. Keeping mostly to tight-fitting shorts and crop-tops she had made quite the scene at her first appearance after being given a corner of her own in which to work. There she had busied herself with drawings and plans, and the occasional building of small wooden models made with the shop's tools.

Slowly she had begun to gather a growing collection of tools, some of rather sophisticated and unknown purpose, and an expanding assembly of unusual components, much of which was of unknown origin. The boss had made more than a few bits of Garlean tech and publication available to her friend, and these contributed significantly to her collections. All were surprisingly well and methodically organized, despite her apparent inattentiveness in the eyes of the professional technicians.

It would not be the first time she had drawn their unwanted attention: but the entire shop was jolted to attention as her small bird-like device came to life with a loud buzz. A gust of aetheric wind erupted from the wings upon its back with unexpected force, sending all loose paper in the shop flying. While Aya cheered in excitement as her model came to life, the others quickly tried to grab their blueprints and designs before they were blown completely out of their reach. Her cheering became a sudden alarmed shout, "LOOK OUT!" that sent everyone diving for cover as the model flier pushed itself into an erratic flight path of increasing speed as it buzzed around the workshop in all directions, narrowly avoiding collisions with cabinets, technicians, and one of the company airship's in the hangar for maintenance. Aya joined the others, quickly ducking beneath her sturdy work bench, before turning wide-eyed wonder to watch her invention flying far more energetically than she had dreamed possible.

The excitement was brought to a sudden end when the model slammed directly into a wall with a crash that was more of a heavy thump. While the techs gathered their things, and glared daggers at the amateur in their midst, she hurried to the site of the crash. She quickly inspected the damage. finding that her test model had embedded itself through a layer of basic plaster and lathe before flattening itself against some form of absolutely solid, reinforced metal. "That is some wall..." Aya touched her fingers to her chin, "I should really ask Rhea about that..." The model wouldn't fly again, but a second version would not be far behind.

Somewhere in the office above could be heard a loud groan. "That had better not be another support beam..."

Back at the Cliff:

The small bird-like device hummed to life. The crystals beamed with glimmers of power as the wing-like appendages flexed and adjusted to the sudden change in orientation. Buffeted by the sea breeze, the whole device whipped in the air for a moment before carefully controlled gusts of counter-wind allowed it to right itself. As if it were a bird finding its bearings, the device's wings adjusted until the whole shape kept mostly steady and began to rise.

From below Aya watched in growing excitement. Her fingers clinched into fists of anticipation as she watched the unfolding test, with every natural inclination to shout and cheer suppressed by the knowledge that failure was possible at any second.

The rebuilt test model buzzed and hummed as it struggled against the wind. The revamped control mechanism had worked well in the workshop, but now it struggled to keep the flier in a perilous hover. Given the conditions, this was a thrilling result. She counted down the final seconds on her pocket chronometer: 3... 2... 1... on queue the device began a slow descent, lowering itself in controlled fashion toward the ground. It tilted this-way-and-that as it tried to maintain stability in the unpredictable turbulence in which it flew. Gently falling, fulm by fulm, its flight ended in the palm of its delighted inventor.

No sooner had its flight ended, than she leaped in the air with joy. Loud and energetic shouts of cheer rang out from the heights of the cliffs, and through the woods down its back slope. It would be a short celebration, before she got to to work on the next, grander, phase of the project...

It was just one more step - one more step toward of a dreamer toward a dream.

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arty-artified · 5 years

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Aya Foxheart by NibelArt

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jancisstuff · 7 years

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#Cliodhna Eoghan #Aya Foxheart #Barengar Armsbreaker #Chachanji Gegenji #Jancis Milburga

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Details - Chachanji Gegenji

BASICS

Full name: Chachanji Gegenji Pronunciation: Cha-CHAN-jee Geh-GEN-jee (Hard Gs) Nicknames: Cha, Chach, Chacha, Chachi, Chachan, Chagenji, Mallet Masher Height: 2′10” Age: 19 Zodiac: Byregot Languages: Eorzean Common, Doman Othardian, some Sign Language

PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS

Hair color: Green with white “frosting.” Frosting is not dye, but caused due to time spent in training and meditation in an area of highly positive-aspected aether. Eye color: Violet, with a slight mirrory-silver hue. Silvery effect (and extra reflectiveness therein) also caused by training mentioned above. Skin tone: Lightly tanned, freckles on cheeks and shoulders. Body type: Stout and burly, still vaguely pear-shaped with a noticeable endomorphic musculature (think classic strongman rather than bodybuilder). Accent: “Eorzean accent” - which is a replicated mashup of Limsan and Ul’dahn accent made by Chachanji to appear more Eorzean when the whole “Doman scare” happened. Still does it out of habit (and enjoying it), though without it he does have a slight Othardian accent. Dominant hand: Right. Posture: Generally relaxed when not working, tends to lean back when sitting. Scars: Minor scar on his tongue from when it was split, very difficult to notice. Tattoos: None. Most noticeable features: Normally hair or eyes. When caught without form-blurring garb, his physique.

CHILDHOOD

Place of birth: Mountains of Prism Lakes. Birth weight/height: Below average height, above average weight. Manner of birth: Normal, no complications. First words: “Wark!” Siblings: Gogonji Gegenji (older brother), Nininya Ninya (older sister). Parents: Zozonji Gegenji (father), Jijinya Jinya (mother) Parental involvement: Was trained in Gegenji family smithing techniques from a young age by his father - stressed even moreso after Gogonji left. Learned business techniques from his mother. After the razing, frequently made trips to Mor Dhona to visit family there to help out or just for holidays. Family has since returned to Doma to help with the reconstruction, so involvement and interaction has understandably dropped.

ADULT LIFE

Occupation: Armorsmith (primarily), Blacksmith, and Leatherworker. Current residence: Personal smithy and home in the Goblet. Close friends: Jancis Milburga ( @jancisstuff ), Virara Wakuwa ( @onehundredplumblossoms ), Aya Foxheart ( @ayafoxheart ), among others. He is a very friendly sort. Relationship status: Single. Financial status: Quite stable. Owns his own smithy, and serves as seneschal/acting head of the minor noble House Dentra’s smelting guild in Ul’dah. Vices: Doman picture books and hero stories.

SEX & ROMANCE

Sexual orientation: Heterosexual Romantic orientation: Heteroromantic Preferred emotional role: submissive | dominant | switch | unsure Preferred sexual role: submissive | dominant | switch | sex repulsed | unsure Libido: A bit stunted, but otherwise healthy. Turn ons: Chachan is still trying to figure out what he likes in girls, but usually he is attracted to people who radiate positive energy. Energetic sorts, helpful sorts. How big your heart is often is what catches his attention most. Along with the basic physical attractions that comes from being a lad in his late teens. Love language: When in the early phases, he tends to give away that he likes someone through blushing and fidgeting and stumbling over his words like a dork. When in a relationship, he enjoys hugs, hand-holding, leaning against his significant other, resting his forehead against them. A lot of physical contact, really. Relationship tendencies: Chachan has only been in a couple relationships, so he hasn’t really developed too many noticeable tendencies. Mostly they are magnifications of aspects he has in friendship - a desire to see them safe and happy. Given his worrywart nature, however, does mean that he can be a bit overly protective. He also has a nasty habit of wanting to keep his own troubles quiet so that he doesn’t unnecessarily worry his significant other, especially when it seems like they’re already in a stressful situation.

MISCELLANEOUS

Hobbies to pass the time: Reading hero stories or Doman picture books, playing Triple Triad. Mental illnesses: Low self-esteem and self-worth, worrywart. Physical illnesses/disabilities: Small aetheric well and general ineptitude with magic. Alchemically-induced aethero-malleability with excess aether resulting in growth, can only be reversed through removal of excess aether. Left or right brained: Slightly right brained. Fears: Loss, those he cares about being hurt, severely harming or killing someone himself. Self confidence level: When smithing isn’t involved, generally kind of low. His poor self-image (in some part due to his somewhat un-Lalafellin physique, further hindered by his aethero-malleability compounding the situation) and frequent flounderings in his attempts to be helpful and heroic have left him a bit gun-shy on several fronts. It’s also why he tends to have a bit of a tsundere response to praise - deep down he appreciates it, but it conflicts with his self-image and self-confidence. Vulnerabilities: As noted, Chachan is very prone to worry (especially with friends and family) and oftentimes thinks very poorly of himself. Add that to his normally emotional nature, pacifistic nature, and bouts of Gegenji stubbornness... and he has plenty of vulnerabilities that one could exploit.

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