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Gotta play Hildebrand
“You must be Mister Warrior! Savior of Eorzea! Guardian of this Realm! Stealer of pants!”
...WHEN DID I STEAL PANTS?!
I HAVE NO MEMORY OF ANYTHING PANTS RELATED EXCEPT THAT ONE TIME IN YAKUZA 0 WITH MAJIMA AND THAT’S NOT EVEN THE SAME GAME.
my funny little guy
the same thing we do every night, pinky! try to save eorzea!
drew @stevenrcgers’ bunny boy on stream and I really like how he turned out! he’s sad because he wants to hug a catgirl
I've recently started adding colour to b+w paintings and I kinda like it, so here’s some practice... featuring my WoL
Got a new dress in FFXIV and immedietly had to draw it, so have a pixel-sketchy thing ^^
FFXIV doodles
I started playing Final Fantasy 14 a week ago, here's some scribbles I made of my character Rosliet starting her adventure :D (+ a screenshot of her in game for referene)
Since then she's become a level 30 Arcanist, carbuncle is her best friend
I've had a lot of thoughts about Rosliet since I made her, at some point I want to do a more polished drawing of her and talk more about what I've come up with for her character ^^
I've included an early game screenshot of Rosliet below the readmore, for if anyone wants to know what she looks like in game!
They did the awesome portrait of Ana that I use here, so consider supporting this really talented artist!! 💙
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Magus Musings - Dreams
It was the cavern again…
Anafenza turned her head left, then right. The same cavern she had been trapped in, years ago, with those reflections of the woman she’d killed. Only this time, she was alone.
She felt herself, before looking down. Nothing. No clothes, no tools. She tilted her head – dark splotches stained her grey skin where she had felt herself. She brought her hands up.
Blood. The scent of it hit her like a sack of popotoes before she even registered it with her eyes. She checked herself again, then gasped.
They were lying there, at her feet again. The duskwight, Jessika (or whatever the hells her name actually was), was on her back, her half-petrified face smashed and obliterated leaving just her mouth recognizable, open in a silenced scream of shock and pain.
The pale auri with the daggers – was it Nai, was that her name? – was bent over a second body, her hands desperately pressed against a third woman’s neck. She was screaming for help.
The third woman…
Anafenza covered her mouth, stopping a sob. Lyta was on her back, eyes wide in horror, struggling to breathe. Her mouth foamed with spit and blood, dripping down and mixing with her tears. She slowly turned her head, her eyes locked with Anafenza’s…
“You killed me.” Her voice was sharp and clear, right next to Anafenza’s horn, and she turned quickly to see Lyta standing next to her, blood trailing down her chest from the wound across her neck. Anafenza took a step back.
“You killed me,” she said again, accusingly.
“No!” Anafenza shook her head. “You didn’t die! They saved you! They stopped me, this curse stopped me! You lived!”
“You killed me,” she said again, then opened her arms wide. “Me and the rest of them. Their blood is on you, Aenc Tyr.”
Anafenza looked around the cavern again and gasped. Bodies littered the floor. Stalagmites and stalactites were bodies, skewered to the ground or hanging from the ceiling. Friends and family. Strangers. All around her.
And she stood in the center of it all, glowing dark and ominous, a vine creeping up her body and wrapping around her, choking the life from her as her branches wilted, leaves fell…
Anafenza woke up, splashing and sputtering in her tub. Once she had found her breath she began to sob, laying her head on the side of the tub and just cried…
((Featuring @little-purple-thundercloud))
You sometimes think you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found.
Kid Cudi (via quotefeeling)
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.
D&D Character Types - Anafenza Ejinn
Bold what definitely applies to your muse. Italicize what somewhat applies to your muse.
𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 » toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs
𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳 » homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks
𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 » list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams
𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳 » bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants
𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 » goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most
𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺 » always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, a breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things
𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽 » school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, i fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather
𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 » herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people
𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 » flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything
𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁 » infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength
𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 » knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, key smashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long
𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳 » piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections , chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day
Tagged by: @mercermachines (sorta)
Tagging: Anyone else who would like to do it. Just tag me so I can see! <3
“I want you to know that it is not always easy to love me. That sometimes my chest is a field full of landmines, and where you went last night, you can’t go tomorrow. There is no manual, there is no road map, no help line you can call; my body does not come with instructions, and sometimes even I don’t know what to do with it. This cannot be easy. But still, you touch me anyway.”
— Ivan E. Coyote (via quotemadness)
Hello! If you’re an active Final Fantasy XIV blog — roleplaying, aesthetic, etc. — could you please reblog this post? It’ll serve as a reference point for people who are looking for new blogs to follow to see who is active from April 1st (not a fool’s joke, I assure you!) and onward!
Sleep...
I just want to sleep sleep forever. drift off with the waves as they meet the shore where I lay...lie...gods i hate this language. nothing but words. words don’t fix people. i know i shouldnt feel this way but i have been so broken down and crumpled up that i dont know how to feel otherwise. and its all still my fault. im still the one to blame. Im still the one too selfish to pay attention to those around me how can I even begin to look at them and see their feelings and hurts when all I can see are mine. standing out in such sharp relief in front of me, as if the sun was pouring through an open window behind them so that all I could see was their forms. I can’t feel, I can’t think, I can’t hear anything in this pit. Im sorry. Im sorry Im not strong enough on my own. i hope Hipper’s solution...
Another night, another escape...
They’re married! And I am genuinely, without a doubt, absolutely happy for them! I knew it was coming even when i told him I loved him. And it never bothered me. I am very happy I went to celebrate. They were adorable. And I meant every word. Every blessing. They are perfect together, and I couldn’t be happier for them.
But Khala. what he said bothered me more than it should have. more than I think it should have. “I don’t find every au ra attractive,” and I could feel him avoiding looking at me. of course he meant me. this after complimenting ayame on her beauty. And anzu.
Ayame, Anzu, Suzume...all of them Raen. All of them refined. Cultured. Learned. Beautiful in their white scales and pale complexions.
is this what makes someone beautiful? is this why I’m not? Because I’m a dark-scaled, dark-skinned savage from the steppe? Is this why no one consorts with me except out of pity? I thought it just this accursed scar on my side, or my sins but
i am ugly. mayhaps I shoudl just clothe myself and save everyone the suffering of looking upon me.
Guilty or Innocent: Anafenza Ejinn
Asked someone to marry you?
“Well, no. I haven’t really had anyone that close. There was a time I thought maybe Kiratai would be the one I’d wind up with but...I’m not even sure that’s an option. Or if I really want to, either, I guess? I guess that matters, too.”
Kissed one of your friends?
“On the cheek? Plenty. Kissed like lovers? No. No one.”
Danced on a table in a bar / tavern?
“I think I did that one time in Ul’dah. But it was during the end shift at the cafe and we were cleaning up. Um...don’t tell Miss Sasari.”
Ever told a lie?
“Plenty. I feel like I still have to lie. Hells, I think I have to lie to myself just to justify waking up most mornings now. ‘It’s important that I’m there.’ I dunno.”
Had feelings for someone you can’t have?
She sighs and nods. “Twice. She abandoned me when she left the Tower and I haven’t heard from her in a long time. He...” She shakes her head again. “Let’s not talk about it. It’s been awful enough.”
Ever kissed someone of the same sex?
“I’m still assuming this is as lovers so...no. I have not. I think I would have liked to, once, but...nah.”
Kissed a picture?
She shakes her head in confusion. “Do people do that? Why? Next you’ll tell me people try swiving pictures, too. Wait...they do?”
Slept until 5pm?
“Gods, yes. When I’m sick mostly, but there were days in the other world when I had to stay awake for bloody days on end to play games with the Pixies...when I finally convinced them to see who could sleep the longest I’d sleep that late. Funny, I still never beat them in those games, either...”
Worked at a fast food chain / restaurant?
“I suppose the Cafe would count for that, so yeah. I can cook, I can bake, I can serve tables. It was fun. A lot of fun. I enjoy working for Miss Sasari and learning from her.”
Stolen something?
“Probably? If I did it was years ago; I haven’t stolen anything in recent memory. Cookies in the kitchen don’t count. Especially if you help bake them.”
Been fired from a job?
She stiffens and grumbles, then nods with a huff. “Yeah. It was horrible. Miss Sasari just left a note for me an’ Kiratai, said we were no longer needed by the Caravan. No reason why just...done.” She shakes her head. “Sasari came back and I asked her why she did it. She never told me. No one tells me anything. But she was back and offered me my job back, so I took it. It still hurt. It wasn’t just losing a job...I lost my family. And the timing of it too just...” She shakes her head sadly. “Next.”
Done something you regret?
She closes her eyes and nods, chuckling humorlessly. “Yeah. Actually telling people what I’m feeling. Didn’t do me any good. No one wants to hear it anyway. So now I get to lie to them and myself.” She puts on (an almost) genuine smile.
Laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose?
“Oh gods, yes! Too many times to count, but milk? Uggh...that was never fun. It always seems to be milk.”
Caught a snowflake on your tongue?
She pauses, tilting her head. “I...have never tried that before. Can you do that? I should try that the next time I am in Ishgard!”
Sat on a rooftop?
“Uh, yes? It’s not that hard to do, it’s a great vantage point, and in the afternoon it’s a great place for sunning after a swim.”
Kissed someone you shouldn’t have?
She shakes her head. “I thought we already answered the kissing questions?”
Sang in the shower?
She laughs. “I mean...no? The few times I’ve taken a shower were in and out quickly. Bathing, I mean...I’ve hummed a song now and then, I suppose?”
Been pushed into a body of water with all your clothes on?
"Uh...yeah. That’s not that weird in my tribe. We do that all the time when we’re kids. It’s a large reason why I don’t really enjoy wearing clothes - they’re hard to swim in.”
Shaved your head?
She shakes her head. “No way. Why would I do that?"
Made a boyfriend / girlfriend cry?
"That would probably require a boyfriend or girlfriend first so...no.”
Shot a gun?
"I have not, but I do want to learn. I’m not sure if Sasari or Mercer would still teach me, but I would like to learn.”
Still loved someone you shouldn’t?
She hangs her head. “Probably easier to say that I don’t love them anymore. Those bridges were taken out by the floods and even if they are rebuilt...no. I don’t love any of them anymore.” She sighs, before looking up.
Have / had a tattoo?
She smiles a little and shrugs. “Thought about it, when Llaine went and adopted me into her family. But she left before I could do it.”
Liked someone, but will never tell who?
“My problem was I did tell him. Now? I don’t think I’d tell a soul anymore.”
Been too honest?
"Yep. And look at all the good it’s done for me.”
Ruined a surprise?
“I...don’t think so? I’m usually good about keeping a secret.”
Been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said?
She bites her lip and sighs, looking away. “No. No, I haven’t. I wouldn’t know what that’s like.” She turns back and smiles. “Oh well.”
Stalked someone?
She shakes her head. “No. Don’t know why I would.”
Thought about murder?
“Certainly. Plenty of times. I’ve even done it. It’s why it confuses me so much and makes me so angry when I’m asking for restraint and everyone looks at me like I’m the naive one that needs to learn better.”
How about mass murder?
"Um...no. Definitely not.”
Cheated on someone?
She shakes her head. “No. No one I could cheat on anyway.”
Gotten so angry that you cried?
“Plenty. More than I ever cared to. Not sure I’m done, either.”
Tried to stay away from someone for their own good?
She shakes her head. “Not even for my own good. I probably should have tried. I didn’t know I needed to. It was stupid. I know better now.”
Thoughts about suicide?
She looks away silently, then shakes her head. “I’d rather not...start telling the truth now.”
Had a girlfriend / boyfriend?
“No. Would have liked to. Don’t think I will.”
Gotten totally drunk during a holiday?
She finally laughs. “Sure. Plenty of reasons to celebrate in the Caravan, and then here for all the holidays Eorzeans celebrate...it’s fun.” Tagged by: @mercermachines :) Thanks for the tag! Tagging: @little-purple-thundercloud; @steelcarbuncle; @eightswordsparrow; and of course anyone else (if anyone else even reads this blog, lol) :)
Streaks of ink and tears...
they were there and I walked in and I panicked and I just walked away to go read in peace
is it not enough that they banish me from their friendship. but then they insist on taking my refuge from me as well?
i will give my gift this starlight and then i will not burden any of them any longer. no one wants me here anyway
This Journal is Earning its Keep...
I don’t know if he felt the same way. I know for me it was...odd? To just hold a conversation with...some disinterest? To not focus on his voice and just his words?
And to not act like anything happened, and yet for it to be apparent that it was not ok? I think I make sense. I know what I mean, shut up.
Lyta is Lyta. That she has lovers has always been constant. I wish I could know what it is about her. But so does Kahlua. Anzu. Sasari. Wicked white, even Kaoru now, they have someone they are seeing romantically. Not sure why that bothers me...
What is it about me? Why am I unlovable? What do they see about me that I can’t see? What is it about them that I cannot be?
Is it this scar? Is Suzume right? I killed that woman, and now I’m the monster? And they all see it in me?
Another Journal Entry
Wicked white, even after five turns this thing is still here. Guess it’s only been a moon, proper, here, though. But I was gone for so much longer...time passed me by and no one is the wiser. I couldn’t be alone. I’d been alone for five bloody years with that maddening pixie and now that I was home...I thought I could belong again. After tonight I don’t belong anywhere again. He didn’t love me, and I couldn’t just stop. Now his...fiancé is angry with me again, Suzume won’t speak or look at me again (I don’t think she even knows what is happening, just that her Khala hates me). And Mercer... I didn’t know he saw me. I didn’t know it was killing him. He kept opening up to me. Kept making me feel safe. That’s why I loved him. It’s why I wanted to be with him. I don’t. Not now. Not anymore. I’m not part of that family. And I don’t want to be in the Tower family as long as... I will not take the oath. I thought I would. I was ready to, before Sasari returned. I don’t want to be in this family anymore. Hells...I want to go back to Eo Aenc now. At least I had fun in Il Mheg No more. I just want to be done.
Conflux, Finale
Commander St. Peter sat in her ready room, smiling as she stared down at the PADD in her hands. On it, a picture of the three girls smiled back up at her: herself, the other Jessica, and Anafenza. They’d taken it just the day before, that night in Hurricane Hal’s, as they waited to return to their homes. She’d let the other Jess take the photo, and then gave a printed copy to Anafenza to keep along with her communicator. Since the linkpearl had been fused to it during their rescue, it was inoperable…but it did make for a nice amulet of sorts for the woman. Temporal Prime Directive be damned, she thought; no one would be able to trace it anyway. If anyone even believed the young au ra’s story anyway…
Her door chimed, and she looked up. “Come in,” she called, and the doors parted to allow her first officer and science officer into the room. Both wore concerned expressions on their faces, but Sano, her trill science officer, looked the most concerned. “Dossu, Nizeri…what’s going on?”
Obruz Dossu looked to the other woman and nodded, the bajoran deferring to the science officer. Nizeri Sano cleared her throat. “Commander, there might have been a problem…”
“A problem?”
She nodded. “We based all of our calculations on the assumption that the women were using our reality as one anchor, and that they were tethered to their own realities. Every reality has a unique quantum signature; anything that originates there bears that same signature, and anything that comes from outside will have a conflicting signature. The other Jessica and Anafenza had different quantum signatures, which we identified and based our calculations on.”
Jessica nodded. “Ok, right. Makes sense. So what’s the problem?”
“We didn’t know about you!”
Jessica blinked, taken aback. “Excuse me?”
Obruz cleared his throat. “We discovered an anomaly in your quantum signature. And when we researched it more we…began to realize why the Andromeda mission – the one you and Wirstowx originated from – is classified at such high levels.”
“My signature is different…because I was born in the Andromeda Galaxy?” Jessica shook her head. “That doesn’t make sense…”
“It wouldn’t, no. Because, it shouldn’t make a difference. There would be some variance owing to location within the universe itself, but it would be similar enough. No, yours is completely different.” Sano shook her head. “Yours has a known match, too. You’re from the ‘Mirror Universe’.”
Jessica went wide-eyed at this, then turned to Obruz. The bajoran first officer nodded. “We checked with Admiral Scott; he confirmed it to us, after we pressed the importance of understanding why this went wrong. The Andromeda mission didn’t just go to a different galaxy; it crossed the universal barrier as well.”
“He couldn’t give us access to the reports from that time, but he did explain a certain…’quantum inversion’ that occurred as ships passed through the gateway Starfleet used to get to Andromeda. It wasn’t until the Aventine tried to meet the expedition using its conventional slipstream drive that the inversion was even discovered and studied. But by the time we began to understand it, the expedition ended. The ships returned home, and all of the data was classified.”
Jessica shook her head, her thoughts racing with implications. Still, they hadn’t explained the problem to her. “Alright…but how is this a problem? What happened to the other two women? What happened to Jessica and Anafenza?”
Sano shook her head and sighed. “The calculations we used to anchor them here relied on our quantum signature. Before we realized you were acting as the tether to them. If we had been able to modify to match your quantum signature, it would have worked. We believe, when we inserted you into the equation, the navigational sensors used your unique quantum signature and anchored the women in the mirror universe.”
“Meaning?”
“We discovered a similar inversion during the transport process.” Sano looked apologetically at Jessica. “And before you ask; no, we can’t lock back on and rescue them. We’re too far out of sync now. They are where they are now. I’m sorry.”
Jessica stared down at the picture of the three of them, then back up to her officers. “So…where did we send them?”
“Near as we can tell,” the science officer replied, “some form of a parallel universe similar to their own reality.” She bit her lip and frowned sadly. “I’m…really sorry Jess. If we’d known…”
Jessica shook her head, picking up the PADD again. Her cheeks felt hot, and she feel tears forming. “Please…get out.”
Once the door shut behind them, Jessica tossed the PADD to the side and, burying her face in her hands, began to sob.
Meanwhile, elsewhere in time and space…
The transporter effect subsided, and Jessica St. Peter blinked, looking around at the city buildings surrounding her. She expected to be deposited back in her home on Cap Au Diable, but perhaps the convergence and the transport technobabble she’d been subjected to didn’t have quite as accurate aim. She stepped out from between the buildings, looking around. That’s when it hit her.
All the banners. The gold stars. The images of an emperor standing victorious and benevolent, not towering over his minions with outstretched claws. She wasn’t in the Rogue Isle. She wasn’t even in Paragon City…
“Oh shit…” she said, with terrifying realization. She immediately took to the skies with a whirlwind around her, making it harder to see her. She passed a banner and saw in large writing her fear’s confirmed.
Praetoria.
“I’m on Praetorian Earth,” she said, cursing again. “I can’t be caught here, not if he is still alive here. I need to get back, how to get back…”
She scanned the streets for the tell-tale ramshackle armor of the Resistance. If anyone knows how to get back, she thought, they would know. Just gotta bust a few heads…
Elsewhere in time and space, further still…
The twinkling of chimes subsided, but the blinding light still filled Anafenza’s vision. She squinted, looking around in confusion.
She was on a small hill, covered in bright pink and purple flowers. Small roofs poked up out of the ground, the huts seemingly built built into the hills. In the distance, on a small lake, rose a large castle with beautiful filigree wings spread behind it. But the sky…the sky was nothing but blinding light. No clouds, no sun – not even warmth, she noted, as she shivered in the breeze.
Small giggles echoed around her, and whispered, child-like voices from unseen speakers surrounded her. “What’s this? A mortal!” “She just came from a pillar of light!” “It’s a mortal! Here!” “Is she a sin-eater?”
Anafenza spun around in confusion. “Who’s there? Where am I?”
“Doesn’t know where she is? Poor thing…” “I want to play!” “No, it’s my turn!”
A cacophony of “my turns” smothered Ana, and she dropped to the ground in a panic. The dark aether began to seep from her side as she slammed her eyes shut, the voices ringing in her horns.
Then, there was silence, and a small finger poked her in the nose. Ana opened her eyes a smidge.
The small faerie-like being grinned at her, dark eyes regarding her playfully. “Well you’re definitely not a sin eater,” it said with a happy giggle. “I’m Eo Aenc. We’re going to have fun but first,” they looked up, then with a flutter moved forward to tug on Ana’s horns. “We need to get moving! I don’t want to turn my new friend into a leafman right now; mortals are so few in our realm. Come, get up! They’re coming!”
“What…who…who is coming?” Ana scrambled to her feet and took a few staggering steps forward, turning to look behind her.
Large, grotesque creatures bounded towards her, their hides porcelain white, eyes dark and devoid of life. The auras around them brightened the air, making it difficult to even look upon them.
Anafenza screamed, taking off after Eo Aenc into the relative safety of the realm of the fae, Il Mheg...
Conflux, Pt. 11
The women were gathered in the small room – the “transporter room,” the Commander had called it – and exchange final goodbyes. All had been a giggling mess of nerves since they woke up that morning, though Stormy seemed a bit worse for wear; claimed she had an “accelerated metabolism” that allowed her to drink copious amounts of a drink they called “tequila,” she had woken with a splitting headache. A quick visit to the sickbay had helped relieve the pain, and the blue girl had spent a tender moment with Doctor Dubois, sharing stories of a woman who they both knew a version of. The Commander just watched the exchange silently, but Ana knew the expression was melancholic, as she and her Doctor remembered their fallen lover while talking about Stormy’s alive one. Stormy and the Doctor parted with a soft kiss, and then the trio had gone on one last tour of the ship before arriving at the transporter room.
Inside, a low din of activity greeted them as many of the Commander’s officers worked to finalize the calculations that would send them home. “It’s funny,” the Commander remarked, watching them before turning to Anafenza. “How strange this must seem to you. All this technology, science, generations ahead of your world.”
Anafenza nodded. “We have technology – the Garleans make full use of it – but this…is almost…”
“Indistinguishable from magic?” Stormy smirked, winking at the Commander.
Anafenza shrugged and nodded. “That would…be a good way to describe it, yes. But I’ve seen magic,” she continued with a wink. “If you can call down a meteor from the heavens, then I’ll believe it.”
Stormy chuckled, but the Commander winced for a moment, her eyes going distant to some memory she didn’t want to think of. She shook her head to clear it, before smiling again.
The “Trill” woman, Sano, cleared her throat behind the Commander, and all three turned to look at her. She nodded, almost sadly, clearly not wanting to break up their group. “Ma’am, it’s time. If we want a shot at getting them home before the window closes…” She trailed off, leaving the implications hanging in the air.
The three woman took in a deep breath, turning back to one another. They smiled, before moving in to embrace one another together.
“This was…quite an experience,” the Commander remarked.
“It will certainly be a story to tell,” Anafenza continued on with a small nod.
“No one will believe us,” Stormy countered with a small laugh, and all three laughed together. They hugged again, Stormy turning her head to plant a kiss on first the Commander’s cheek, then turning to Anafenza to do the same. Then, Stormy and Anafenza stepped up onto the illuminated pad. Ana gave the blue woman’s hand a quick squeeze, before they parted, standing on opposite sides of the device.
Commander St. Peter smiled at them both. “Good luck, and whatever gods you believe in protect you. I am so blessed to know you both.” She winked at Stormy playfully, but gave Anafenza a genuine smile. “You’re going to do great things, Anafenza of the Ejinn.”
There was a long pause, as the three just stared at one another for another moment. Then, the Commander turned her head to her crew. “Energize!”
The light on the pad began to brighten, and a chiming filled the air as swirling motes of light enveloped the two women. Anafenza giggled a little, feeling ticklish.
There was an alert on the panel, and Sano began shouting to her team. “Engage the chronometric navigational sensors!”
“They can’t get a positive lock! Something is throwing the entire equation out of sorts, and the transport can’t engage.”
“It’s not that ‘aether,’ is it?”
“No, we have a positive fix on that. But there is a quantum imbalance in her signal and the other St. Peter’s. The buffer is having a hard time maintaining their patterns, like another variable is missing…”
The lights died down, and the chiming subsided. Stormy and Ana looked at each other, then at the crew working.
The Commander frowned, shaking her head. “Something is missing…but the numbers all check? We have good locks in both time and space?” Her crew was nodding and agreeing as she rattled off things Anafenza could not comprehend.
Stormy snapped her fingers, looking at Anafenza. “Something isn’t missing. Someone is…”
The Commander paused, blinking, then smacked her forehead. “Of course…the computer can’t make a firm lock on either of you…”
“Unless you can serve as an anchor,” Anafenza finished. “And a beacon.”
“Just like in the pocket dimension.”
The Commander hopped onto the pad and took the center spot. “Alright Nizeri, try now.” She nodded. “Energize!”
Sano turned to the controls as the officer there worked the panel, and the lights and chimes began anew. She smiled, continuing to direct the officers. “Positive lock engaged, they can make it to the pattern buffer! Engage the scanners!”
The light overtook Ana’s vision, and the chiming deafened her.
“I’ll always…remember you…both! May you walk…in the light…of the Crystal!”
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A Guide to Sleeping With Anafenza
- She sleeps in a bathtub. She has a very large tub in her room, with a small hammock installed in it for her to sleep on. Being Ejinn, she’s able to hold her breath for very extended lengths, so even rolling in her sleep won’t immediately wake her up or cause her to panic from a lack of breath. Sleeping in the water reminds her of sleeping on the banks of the Great River with her family.
- She loves to snuggle. Despite the “water” bed, she also keeps a small mattress and blankets in another corner of the room for when she has company. She is already a very affectionate and contact-seeking individual, and the trend carries over into sleep (in the event she’s lucky enough to have someone wanting to sleep with her).
- She has vivid dreams. Sometimes they wake her; sometimes she stays asleep through the whole ordeal, sometimes believing these even visited other locations because of the clarity of the dreams. She began keeping a journal of her dreams, and will quickly record the events of her dreams in the journal before she forgets them.
- She can’t sleep on her back. Between the horns and her powerful tail, Anafenza is down-right pained when she’s on her back, and will avoid sleeping in that position by any means. On her side is ok as long as she has a pillow to support her neck, but mostly she sleeps on her stomach as a result (unless she’s in her tub; the hammock is easier to sleep on her back in).
- She likes to nap frequently. With all the exercise she gets swimming, Anafenza will nap throughout the day as well, which also means she rarely will sleep for a full six to eight bells: she just doesn’t need to given the sleep schedule she maintains.
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Conflux, Pt. 10
“A tavern…on the ship. I’m not sure the ships of Limsa have a dedicated area to drink. Granted, pirates tend to just drink wherever…”
The Commander chuckled and took a sip of her drink. “Do you always talk so much when you’re nervous?”
Stormy giggled, while Anafenza just tilted her head. “I’m…I’m sorry?”
“You’re in an unknown place, drinking after your life was in danger, on the eve of your life either being in more danger or the threat of you being stranded. It’s ok to be scared.” She took another drink. “We are too…”
Ana just shook her head. “I think I’m more just overwhelmed. I’d imagined other worlds, and I’ve heard stories but…this experience? Never in my wildest dreams would I have thought I’d meet other aspects of myself. Or, rather…” She paused, frowning and looking away. “You’re not me.”
The women looked at each other with concerned expressions. Stormy finally reached forward, putting a hand softly on Ana’s back. “I…don’t think that’s true.”
“I’m not Jessika. Jessielle. Whatever her name was, she was the missing aspect of you, not me.” Anafenza shook her head. “I feel…guilty that I denied you the opportunity to meet her.”
The Commander shook her head. “That may be…but you’re you. And you still have that piece of her inside you that connects you to us. You’re one of us now.”
Stormy smiled and nodded, then wrapped her arms around the smaller auri and hugged her tight. “And we’re going to miss you a lot. I wish we could have gotten to know each other better.” She let go of Anafenza with a small giggle. “Without the threat of looming erasure from existence hanging over our heads.”
Anafenza and the Commander rolled their eyes. Ana continued. “I’m serious though…”
“It happened a long time ago,” the Commander countered. “And you weren’t in control. It’s sad, and I won’t lie, we both didn’t want to trust you initially. But, what you did? The connection you have to us, to your Jessika? It helped save us.”
Anafenza took a drink. “I wish I knew how to control it all better.” She shook her head. “She was a warrior. She could use these powers. And then the two of you.” She nodded to the Commander. “Captain of a…a ship in space. A leader, in the middle of a war, protecting your people. And you,” she put her hands on top of Stormy’s wrapped around her and squeezed. “You can make it rain wherever you please. You’re a hero, protecting the innocent.” She shook her head. “I bake sweets and cook breakfasts. The last time I tried to pick up a sword, I no longer felt as if it were an extension of me. I feel off balance…”
“What, that large sword you were holding in the cave?”
Anafenza glanced over her shoulder at the blue woman. “I beg your pardon?”
“When you allowed more aether to flow out of you,” the Commander continued for Stormy. “A large sword appeared from nowhere in your hands. We assumed it was part of this aether you store, connected to your Jess.”
Anafenza shook her head. “If I did…I didn’t do it by trying. This is news to me.”
The other two women glanced at each other in some confusion. Finally, Stormy gave the auri girl another quick squeeze, and Ana felt her plant a kiss on the back of her head. “Maybe it’s this ‘bloodvine’ power you received? Maybe that’s why normal weapons don’t feel right anymore; because you have a weapon inside you now instead.” She let Anafenza go so the woman could sit back up, before wrapping an arm around her shoulders and bringing her into a side embrace. “I’m sure you could learn to use that to help…”
The Commander nodded. “I didn’t exactly earn my command in a traditional sense; I was selfish, trying to protect another ship that had my friends on it. The rest of the command crew was dead – they’d been killed by, well…it’s hard to explain what they are.” She blushed apologetically. “Unless you can imagine zombie-like creatures that are part man, part machine?”
Ana shook her head. “Not really…”
“The Borg. It’s not too important; what matters is that, when another ship was in danger, a ship I knew had my two closest friends on it, I risked my ship and the survivors on board to defend my friends.” She shook her head. “It was stupid, and it went against all sound judgement…but I was rewarded for rescuing that ship. And I was given the Rafale.” She sighed. “Sometimes, when we don’t expect to or maybe for the worst of reasons…we find that we have that strength, that power, inside us. I’m sure you have the same, Anafenza of the Ejinn.” She smiled encouragingly, raising her glass. Stormy did the same, and Ana joined after a moment. “To your future adventures, Ana. We know you’ll do amazing things.”
Anafenza smiled, grateful. The women tapped their glasses together and then downed the drinks. Stormy giggled as she put her glass down, then tugged on Anafenza’s hands. “Let’s go dance, c’mon!”
The Commander watched as they left the quiet confines of the Captain’s “VIP section” of the ship’s bar, otherwise known as “Hurricane Hal’s”. As the doors opened to let them out, the bass and high notes of the electronic music blared in from the outside bar, and she watched the two women join the small gathering of crew on the floor of the Category 7 club.