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Emet-Selch ⬤ Final Fantasy XIV
residential district ⬤ Level 2 (TBD)
moonblessing ⬤ Cordis (moth)

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Continued from TDM

[sassian]

((continuation))

[Ugh, she would have to call it that. He can't manage to make himself not look disgusted at that accursed name.]

There are some who would call my home that. And, yes, this eye does mark me as Garlean.

[He motions around himself a wide sweeping gesture, arms out-stretched in, turning about in place.]

... But as you can see, I've no conquering army at my side. No roar of of magitek warmachina heralds my arrival. No fleet of airships blackens the skies...

[His arms drop to his sides as he settles back into his usual slouch with a sigh.]

You may call me Emet-Selch. And I do hope you are planning on paying. I seem to also be without coin.

[menphina]

[ She's been around enough Scions and Warriors of Light to know the whole song and dance there- not that she has any idea that the reason the Garleans have any associations with Ascians.

His dramatic introduction makes her roll her eyes with a half-smile. ]

Doubt you'd be wasting time here if you had all of that, old man.

[ Again, why she isn't worried, or afraid. ]

Sort of in the same boat, aren't we? And of course I'm paying. But you're helping, Emet-Se- what kind of a name is that, anyroad? Thought you had names like, Cid nan Garlond, Gaius van Baelsar, or Nero tol Scaeva.

[ She falls into step next to him, eyeing him curiously. ]

Or Zenos yae Galvus and his lapdog.

[ She lists off the names she does know, and has heard of. And encountered for that matter. ]

How come yours is different?

[sassian]

[Oh, so she was familiar with his charming great-grandson, was she? Well, he had rather managed to make a name for himself, rampaging across the star as he did.]

That would be because I am choosing to forgo my Garlemeld-given name, at the present. Why, if there are others from our star I fear it may just complicate life for me.

And what of your own name? It sounds rather unlike most I have heard your people called by.

[menphina]

[ That makes her ear flick in his direction, before she tilts her head. ]

Some sort of big name, then? Even if they do know who you are, I doubt they'd care to make trouble here. Unless you've done something they'd want to deck you in the face for.

[ She knows she ought to be more suspicious and wary, but... she shrugs it off for now. It's not like he can actually harm her here. His remark makes her chuckle, though. ]

Surprised you'd know that- but aye, not exactly common for Keepers. My tribe traveled. Not many miqo'te to be seen around Othard, but we stayed rather low-key, ourselves. Lived around there long enough to pick up on some of their names.

[ She's sure they have some ancestry that lines up with the Keeper families they have among them, but she hasn't bothered looking that far. Stepping up next to him, she holds out her hand. ]

Here, hold it. We'll make more chroma that way. How fond are you of sweets?

text - oct 1

[codecmoment]

[ The stupid chain text wasn't worth replying to, but for good fun, he can think of someone who'd respond to it hilariously. Get ready for some new age bullshit. ]

‼️ATTENTION‼️ 💀👻ALL HALLOWEEN🎃🕸 HOES😙💅 ITS TIME TO GET ☠️SPOOKY💀 YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS👏 GET 👊FISTED👊 BY A 💀SKELETON 💀SHOVE✊🍭 CANDY 🌽🌽CORN🍬 IN YOUR👉PUSSY😽 AND 🙅DONT🙅‍♂️ FORGET TO SUCK😩🙌 SOME 💏DRACULA💉 DICK🍆💦😫 SO PUT 🔛 YOUR 👗👑COSTUMES👘👒 AND GO 🚪DOOR TO DOOR🚪 👀👅💦BEGGING😩 FOR THAT 😍GOOD GOOD😍 SEND THIS TO TWELVE1️⃣2️⃣ ☠️SPOOKY👻 🍑SLUTS🌮 TO 👁SHOW💁 THAT YOURE READY TO GET SOME 🍫CHOCOLATE🍫 COVERED 🍆DICK🌽

This has to be Hydaelyn's fault, somehow

[sassian]

[Some of these fragmented beings certainly did think they were amusing... sigh.]

How heartwarming it is that you consider me one of your "Spooky Sluts."

Alas, fear that my "dick" is not currently covered in chocolate, nor is it likely to be in the foreseeable future. What, with hygiene concerns, and all. I do hope you understand.

[codecmoment]

Wait, you'll find this version more to your taste.

[ It's Ardyn reading the text out in all his lewd intonation and dramatic flair, like someone doing an audition for a play. He attaches the clip and sends it off, because if anything, Ardyn seems to be one thing the ancient being likes. ]

[sassian]

[There is a pause in communications while he listens and considers.]

Yes, you must admit that this version has more gravitas.

late October...

[codecmoment]

hey
i have something for you
yes it's edible

[sassian]

Why Hal, you shouldn't have.
Should I be preparing a serving dish?

[codecmoment]

I'm glad you're not too upset with me over what happened. If you want we can talk about it when I come deliver the goods.
Also, no, but a small bowl maybe???

[sassian]

I believe you do have some explaining to do, yes.
I shall have a bowl ready.

An Attempted Starlight/Firialia Delivery

[castcure]

[A small package can be found in the mailbox of wherever Emet-Selch is spending his holiday. Or, at least, where Dakki suspects he is spending it. Some guesswork was involved. Inside is a box of homemade chocolate truffles, and a card that reads:]

Wishing you a happy Starlight and a festive Firialia.
I feel as though I started things off on the wrong foot, although I confess to not knowing what the right one might be, in such circumstances. I know full well who you are, and I suspect you know well enough who I am and who I am not.
Regardless, I wish you well. If you'd ever care to talk, my door is open.
~Dakki Sigal

[audio]

[profanation]

[ Whether or not Emet-Selch picks up or lets it go straight to voicemail, Ardyn has something to say. ]

My dear friend, I was wondering if you would help me with a terrible quandary I've found myself in?

Re: [audio]

[sassian]

[Emet-Selch was not usually willing to answer anything so mundane as a phone call, but when he recognized the caller...]

Ah, Ardyn! You have only to ask, and I will see what is within my power. But what is it that troubles you?

[He was burning with curiosity to know the answer to that.]

[profanation]

Ah, capital! I'm glad to hear it.

Now... before I begin... do remind me. Have I ever introduced you to my Infernal friend? My bosom companion? My little line straight to the Astrals?

[ He hadn't; thus far only Grimm and Caster had seen Ifrit. However, Emet-Selch had been in his mind. He would know about the Infernian, perhaps even have skirted that ancient well of existence that now belonged, in some twisted way, to Ardyn. ]

Emphasis on little.

early february

[profanation]

[ Ardyn is meant to be working.

Ardyn calls Emet-Selch instead. ]

Do you think if I just let a little daemon out, it would spice things up around here? Worth the wrath of a furious twenty-something, do you reckon?

[ He wasn't planning to and the bored tone of his voice said that just as plainly as if he had spoken. ]

Tell me your time in this new year for the Prismals has been a more exciting one than my own, my dear friend. I would like to live vicariously.

Re: early february

[sassian]

Hmmm...

[Emet-Selch put on a show of deliberating over this.]

I believe it all comes down to how much the satisfaction you will take weighs against the tedium you will have to endure in the aftermath. I fear I cannot make an educated guess at this, having not the pleasure of said youth's acquaintance.

[He heaved a great sigh.]

As for my own affairs, I cannot boast of much beyond some very delightfully long naps.

Well, I did met yet another incarnation of the famed Warrior of Light, with whom I clashed before my time here... But can that really be said to be exciting, when there were already several?

[profanation]

[ Ardyn sighed, long and heartfelt. ]

My dear Emet-Selch, I am so terribly sorry that you once again had to endure that. The tedium... and the disappointment no less... must be dreadful.

[ And he did sound sorry about it, too. He might not fully understand the depth of Emet-Selch's fury and love for the Warrior of Light, but he could understand it being a disappointment. He, after all, had had to deal with many disappointments in his time. ]

Would that I could spice such boring interactions up for you!

text, un: yae Galvus

[garlean]

What curse ails you each moon?

text, un: Completionist

[sassian]

"Cursed?" Why, you make it seem so dramatic!

If you must know, I am graced with a rather elegant pair of moth wings whenever Cordis rises.

And you?

[garlean]

[ Sometimes it's dramatic! Try being a swan, it's the worst! Though Zenos concedes that being a moth would be worse still.]

A moth? How very fragile.

If you must know my own affliction is what the others here call a swan. It involves feathers.

« text » un: matriarch » forwarded

[menphina]

YOU'VE BEEN HIT BY THE

|^^^^^^^^^^^^| ,,
| SEXY TRUCK | '|""";.||.___.
|_..._...______==== _|__|..., ] |
"(@ )'(@ )""""*|(@ )(@ )*****(@)

ONCE YOU'VE BEEN HIT, YOU HAVE TO HIT 8 OTHER PEOPLE! IF YOU GET HIT AGAIN YOU'LL KNOW YOU'RE REALLY SEXY! IF YOU BREAK THE CHAIN, YOU'LL BE CURSED WITH UN*SEXYNESS FOR 10 YEARS SO PASS IT! HIT WHO EVER YOU THINK IS SEXY!

« text » un: matriarch » followed up after that

[menphina]

Oh, bollocks!
Sorry about that, Selkie!
Seems like you were #8 on my contacts!!

text | un: completionist

[sassian]

Am I to take that as an honor? Number eight?
No matter.
I hardly think I know of eight "sexy" individuals in this place, but I imagine I can endure a mere decade of being tarnished.