Sometimes Suffering Is Just Suffering. It Doesn’t Make You Stronger. It Doesn’t Build Character.

Alignment Test - Anafenza Ejinn

Neutral Good Neutral Good- A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. He is devoted to helping others. He works with kings and magistrates but does not feel beholden to them. Neutral good is the best alignment you can be because it means doing what is good without bias for or against order. However, neutral good can be a dangerous alignment because when it advances mediocrity by limiting the actions of the truly capable. Detailed Results: Alignment: Lawful Good ----- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (27) Neutral Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (27) Chaotic Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (18) Lawful Neutral -- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (16) True Neutral ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (16) Chaotic Neutral - XXXXXXX (7) Lawful Evil ----- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (15) Neutral Evil ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (15) Chaotic Evil ---- XXXXXX (6) Law & Chaos: Law ----- XXXXXXXXXXX (11) Neutral - XXXXXXXXXXX (11) Chaos --- XX (2) Good & Evil: Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (16) Neutral - XXXXX (5) Evil ---- XXXX (4)

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Magus Musings - Reflection

“Wicked white, Angan, not again! I told ye’ already, we don’ ‘ave no berry fruits ye be after!”

Angan tilted head to the side, staring at the hume merchant in confusion. “But I haven’t asked for any berries, Varden. I was just coming for the daily supplies like always, for the Spagyrics. What is this about berries now?” The young drahn woman shook her head, her mop of unkempt black hair falling over her shoulder. This was the third time today on her daily rounds through the Musica Universalis that someone had been exasperated with her for some reason or another.

The hume pointed a fat finger at her. “An’ another thing, how the bleedin’ ‘ells ‘re ye changin’ yer hair so damned fast like? It ain’t natural it ain’t! Ye look a sight better now than ye’ did just a bell ago, tha’s fer sure.  Bleedin’ bright pink as a pixie, as if we didn’ ‘ave enough bright colors ta stare at in the sky! But the answer’s still ‘no,’ so don’ think of addin’ – “

“Berries to the order, no, I got that. Pink hair? Me? Have you been drinking again, Varden? It’s only the eighth bell in the morn!” She took the sack of vials with an annoyed “thank you” and turned to walk away, shaking her head.

All morning, her usual rounds had led to one odd encounter after another. Pink hair. Barely dressed. Smelling of seaweed and “wet” – whatever that smelled like – and always, it seemed, just a bell or two ahead of her.

It was difficult in a town like the Crystarium to be mistaken for someone else. Sure, the occasional dwarf was hard to tell apart, and the zun all looked alike anyway, but there were so few people left in the world to begin with…well…it was difficult to find someone that would look or sound so similar to you that people you’d known for years could mistake you.

“What bloody sinner is going around acting like me,” Angan wondered aloud, making her way to the next stall. She paused, thinking her route again. The imposter was further ahead of her by at least a bell; what if she cut her off at her final stop?  Angan hurried out of the markets to the aetheryte, then down the steps to the Horotorium. It was usually her last stop, so she could go to the library for a new book, and then take the aetheryte back to the Exedra. She hurried down the stairs, her powerful tail swinging behind her.

In the Horotorium, no one seemed to notice anything amiss with her presence, other than noting how oddly *early* she was. “And you’re sure, there hasn’t been another drahn that looks like me down here” she asked the botanists.

“No one except you, Angan. Is something the matter?”

She shook her head, scratching behind her horn a moment in thought. “Thanks anyway,” she replied, turning away. She approached the Cabinet of Curiosity, deciding she could at least get her new book while she was down here, and then return to her daily errands.

The doors of the great library swung open in front of her, and she looked up in time to see –

She blinked.

She saw herself blink back at her. At least, it could have been her, if she had decided to put a flower in her hair and color it bright pink. Or if she had decided to dress as if she were cavorting on a stage in Eulmore.

Angan raised a finger, pointing at the other woman. “You!” She took a threatening step towards…well, herself. “I have been looking all over for -!”

The other woman went wide-eyed, then made a dash for the nearby aetheryte. Her hand reached out and she was gone in a flash, just as Angan managed to hustle to close the gap with her. She cried out in frustration; the woman could be anywhere in the Crystarium now, or even leaving.

But there had been no mistaking that face…those horns…the tail even. Her eyes had been ringed yellow, like Angan’s…the patterns of scales covering her. The woman could have been her twin, had Angan not known better.

“Who the hells do you think you are,” she said to no one in particular. “How did you…wicked white…”

At that moment, Angan thought it may be wise to finish her errands in the markets – the sooner she finished, the sooner she could enjoy a much-needed drink.

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This is an amazing and awesome take on this character

Why Lolorito despite being a Ruthless Ammoral Capitalist is actually still a better person than a modern day CEO.

He actually pays those under his employ fairly well from what I can gather considering the kind of loyalty they seem to have for Lolorito. Money is a powerful motivator.

The thing Lolorito cares about above his own wealth, is Ul’dah.

He still has standards as to what he will and will not do for profit.

What does a Modern CEO care about more than profit? Their own Wallet, to the detriment of everyone around them so long as they have fat stacks of cash.

Conflux, Pt. 6

“Is that…is that your starship?” Stormy asked, her voice giddy as she clapped her hands despite their circumstances.

The Commander nodded with a small smirk.  “Yeah, she can hear us.  That’s good…”

Anafenza tilted her head in confusion at this.  While the Commander tried her communicator again, she turned to Stormy.  “’She’ can hear us?  That sounded like a man on the other side?”

“She meant the ship can hear us.  Ships are always girls.”

“Ships…are always girls.” Anafenza blinked a few times but shrugged.  “I assume this is an Earth thing?”

Stormy shrugged.  “I suppose it is.  Sorry if that’s confusing.”

The Commander groaned in frustration.  “There’s too much interference here, and we can’t get far enough away from the tree to cut through.”

The other two women turned to look.  Sure enough, as the Commander had implied, the cavern was smaller now, an odd gray nothingness taking the place of the stone walls around them.

Stormy snapped her fingers, then beckoned for the badge.  “Gimme.”  The Commander and Anafenza hesitated, not understanding what she meant.  Stormy huffed, beckoning for the device again.  “It’s simple, right?  How do you cut through interference if you can’t build a better transmitter?”

The Commander squinted, her thoughts racing.  “Change the frequency?”  When the other woman simply nodded, as if coaxing her to keep trying, the Commander shrugged and shook her head.  “Um, more power? I don’t –“

Stormy snapped her fingers again and grinned, interrupting.  “More power!” She held the device in her hand, and Anafenza saw threads of electricity start to wrap around her arm, snapping and crackling as the woman manipulated the environment around them.  As she watched, a thick fog began to form above them.

Stormy looked up to the Commander.  “Ready?” When the other woman nodded, Stormy grinned.  “Here we go!” She concentrated a burst of electricity right into the device, then tapped it, eliciting the chirp again.

The Commander practically leapt forward, enthralled by the woman’s powers and forgetting for a moment to speak once the device was activated.  “St. Peter to Rafale!  How do you hear us now?”

There was a curse on the other end of the transmission.  “Prophets! LOUD and clear, Commander, how do you read?”

“Same, Rafale! I’m trapped in a collapsing pocket dimension with two other people, are you able to locate us with the signal from my commbadge and my tricorder?”

“Standby…”  There were more voices in the background now, as more people began to talk over one another.  Anafenza struggled to hear them all, until finally the first man came back onto the channel.  “We’re locked onto the tricorder now, but there is still a large amount of interference. Whatever you labeled it when you scanned it – ‘aether?’ – it’s masking your signal.  Sensors are picking up three faint life signs but they’re all registering as you.”

The Commander shook her head.  “Yeah, it’s a long story, but you’re picking the three of us up just fine.  You can’t transport through the interference?”

“We’re having trouble getting a positive lock…”

Anafenza shrieked then, pointing.  “Jess, look!”

Both women looked up, then to where the auri was pointing.  The Commander gasped.  “Rafale, we have a problem!  The dimension is collapsing faster than before!”

A female voice broke through then.  “I just picked up a massive disturbance in your tricorder readings, Commander!  The link we created here is punching a hole through your dimension and causing it to destabilize at an exponentially faster rate.”

“You can’t get a lock, Nizeri?”

“Negative; M’Ral is coming up with a plan but we can’t make it happen in the next ten seconds. Cut power; use your tricorder to send data bursts.  We’ll send you a message when we have a good idea what to do on our end.  I’m sorry, ma’am!”

The Commander looked at Stormy, then swatted the communicator badge out of her sparking hand.

The grey Nothingness slowed its progress consuming the cavern, and the women all let out the collective breath they’d been holding.  Stormy shook her head.  “Now what?”

Anafenza spoke up instead, certain of the answer.  “We come up with a way to get out of here.”

The Commander nodded. “Boosting the signal definitely helped, but we need a quick solution.  While they work on a way to lock onto us, it would help to make it easier for them.”

“A beacon of some sort,” Stormy said, and the Commander nodded.

Anafenza looked at the other women.  “If the aether is causing the interference, what if we gave your ship a way to better navigate the flow of it to find us?”

“Not just a beacon, but a map?”  The Commander tapped her chin and nodded.  “How would we do that?”

“My linkpearl.” Anafenza brought her hand up to her horn, feeling for the small jewel embedded there.  “It uses the flow of aether to communicate; your ship could use the flow the linkpearl uses to break through the conflicting aether here and find us easier.”

“That just might work,” the Commander said.  “Alright…let’s get to work, ladies.”

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Conflux, Pt. 7

Anafenza tugged on the small jewel embedded in her horn.  She twisted it and tugged, feeling a small pop in her horn as the pearl came free, chipping away some of the horn as she did so.  She handed is to the Commander, who was pulling out her scanning device – the “tricorder.”

“Alright, that takes care of the two of us.”  The Commander looked up to the other blue woman.  “Your phone; it’s still getting a signal, yeah?  That should help locate and isolate your signal as well.”

“I can do you even better,” Stormy grinned, pulling the slender, black, rectangular device from her pocket. “It’s tied to the medicom system; when it detects my lifesigns are hitting critical levels, it activates the emergency transport beacon to send me to the nearest hospital.”

“It’s tied to a system on Earth in your time with a full reading of your vitals!”  The Commander smiled wide and nodded.  “That’s great!  Let me pair it to my tricorder.”  She began tapping buttons on the device, then paused and looked up.  “Um…do you have a ‘blue tooth?’”

Stormy snickered, tapping the device’s screen before handing it over.  “Bluetooth is enabled; you can pair it to your tricorder?”

The Commander shrugged. “It should be sending the correct signal?  Oh! There we go.  Yes.”  She took the phone and began tapping on the screen, then set the two aside with her badge.  “That takes care of those.  Now how do we fit the linkpearl in?”

“I could…”  Anafenza began, thinking aloud.  “What if I activated it, and then we meld it to your badge, like a materia?”

The other two women looked at her with an expression that told Ana they had no idea what she just said. The auri sighed.  “We attach it to the badge after I activate it.”

Stormy raised her hand, starting to ask “what is a materia-“ when the Commander elbowed her to shut up, then nodded.  “Alright, let’s try that.”

The women gathered around, as the Commander looked at the pearl in one hand, and her comm badge in the other.  The badge was gold and silver, with a thin wire bent around in the shape of an arrow, and two gold strips behind it.  She shrugged, then shoved the pearl between the two gold strips in the center of the badge.

Anafenza and Stormy chuckled a little, and the Commander just looked up and nodded, satisfied with her work.  Her tricorder beeped then, and she picked it up to read off the screen.  “It’s Rafale; they think they have a solution and said to contact when we’re ready to try it.”

The three women all looked at one another.  Stormy spoke first.  “Well…if it doesn’t work…”

The Commander shook her head.  “It has to work.”

“If it doesn’t, alright?” Stormy shook her head.  “I do feel a little bad we didn’t…really get to learn more about each other.  But this was neat.  A very…interesting experience.”

Anafenza nodded in agreement.  “I..am sorry Jessika could not be here to share this with you.  I think she would have enjoyed meeting you both.  I certainly have.”

The Commander sighed and nodded.  “Would love to be able to share this with the scientific community if we make it out of here. Not just proof of parallel universes but even parallels across time as well.  This was incredible.  I just wish the circumstances were better.”  She smiled. “Are we all ready?”

After they all nodded, the Commander took a deep breath.  “Jess, activate your medicom; Ana, your linkpearl.  Then, Jess, take the badge, and charge up.”

Stormy tapped her phone, while Ana took the badge and pressed the pearl in the center.  She felt the small tug of aether as she activated it, connecting it to the lifestream, before handing it to Stormy. The blue woman held it tight, powering up her electricity again, then pressed the badge.  It chirped.

“Rafale, St. Peter. We’re ready!  Go with the plan!”

“We have you Commander. M’Ral tied the navigational chronometric sensors to the transporter system; we were able to trace the link to the tricorder, now we’re switching to the comm channel…”  The woman on the other end gasped.  “Whatever you’re doing over there, I can pick out all three distinct signals for you.  Keep it up: M’Ral, prepare to initiate transport!”

Stormy screamed.  “Whatever it is, hurry up!”

Anafenza looked around; the creeping Nothing was closing in faster.  Even the tree in the center was starting to disappear.  She grit her teeth, her scar suddenly burning.

A gravelly voice came across now.  “Positive lock through the aether interference, initiating quantum transport in five…four…three…”

Anafenza shrieked, the burning was far greater.  She could see the dark aether begin to roll off of her body now, in the same way it was rolling off the tree before.  Her vision blurred, and she felt like she was reaching out in the lifestream, her aether chasing something unseen, searching…

“Two…one…energize!”

Ana screamed over the sound of chimes in the air, and a swirling vortex of lights wrapped itself around each of the three women.  Her vision was consumed with light.