Cable?

I see no logical explanation behind its sudden necessity, as we've no use for a binding of metal and rope at this time.

Its point?

( private to Balthier | unhackable )

Your selection of gifts, city, is far different from what knowledge I hold on the subject.

A recommendation, perhaps?

It is... strange, how humes walk so easily without necessary support.

Disconcerting, as well, to discover doorways unburdensome.

( private to Balthier | unhackable )

Penelo, be mindful of my armor, if you would.

Acquiring a tree does little. The point, still, remains unclear. Such customs seem unnecessary.

( OOC note | presents! )

( private | unhackable )

( filtered to Larsa, Basch, & viewable to Balthier )

I seek employment. Currency, as has been said, is the law of the land.


[ooc; bit delayed but HOLY SHIT ADD BALTHIER!!]

What trickery does this place seek this time? I would have answers or--

Is this the Wood's final vengeance? To strip away both right and race? Even away from Ivalice, do Her branches extend so far?

Truly, I am as them now.



[ooc; soooo, Frannycakes just lost her viera-ness. Meaning? No ears, no claws, no super bunny senses. She really is a hume. Not angsting, per se, but it's a bit of a shock. Replies after I get done running around.]

The fires burn too bright. I only wish that this City would provide a more suitable means of unification than a blaze.

There is little magick to be had without an ether, and I have yet to find any, short of natural restoration--yet this situation does not allow for patience.

This place is too great a burden for so great a cost.

( Basch | unhackable )

This City's fondness for mayhem and mischief grows tiresome quickly. In its stead, I would look after something to occupy my time, yet I have little taste for your taverns and inns.

The Forest, in turn, is more silent than even the Wood: a reminder, to be certain, yet an obstacle nonetheless.

What, then, is there to do in this land? I have neither pleasure nor patience for these curses.

( private | unhackable )


[ooc; to excuse my icky hiatus, she's been nosing around the Underground and Forest, testing out the borders, etc. Yay for bunny timez?]

I inquire the audience of an Isuka or Hiska.

If you likewise know the whereabouts of Saya, I would request such knowledge be presented immediately.

Haste is of the utmost importance.

Golmore Jungle lies in Kerwon, located just east of the Ozmone Planes. Continue on this path, and your way might lead you to the Paramina Rift, further still to Mount Bur-Omisace.

Golmore is dense, thick with Mist near the Feywood and haunted by hellhounds and diresaurs. The sun scarcely reaches her paths, and the malboros stalk the living. Full of beasts and winding paths she may be, but the jungle holds its secrets. Just as its secrets hold more of their own. Outcasts are unwelcome and... unsought guests stopped from passage.

To go south will bring you into the thick Mists, and further onward the Golmore borders cease as the road turns to Giruvegan.

...There are places in Golmore that are bright. Bright but silent.



[ooc; because you gotta have some Eruyt angst with your curse]

I seek a man named John Constantine. Tell me, where may I find him? I would discover the road out of this place with his aid.

With or without his counsel, I still seek information on your aerodrome, City.

...You are all quite loud.


( private | semi-hackable )




[ooc; still thinkin you bitches have an aerodrome. and her private cuts will become decidedly more so as she adjusts to the technology. if she can fly The Strahl, I think she can handle a computer.]

Such a place...

What chance has brought me here? And to where?

( private | semi-hackable )



[ooc; Square? Meet Fran. Fran? Meet Square. Please, no carrots.]

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