[In theory, she knew what to do. She was given all the necessary explanations. As she understood it, this city and everything in it was powered by a type of magical energy akin to aether. However, the appearance of everything around her looked more like magitek technology or relics of Allag, which she was not familiar with. She was also, of course, told how this power is generated, but decided not to think about it for now. Even without performing these intimacy based rituals with strangers far away from home she had enough to worry about here.
Oh, whatever it was that she pressed right now, that was not the right button, it seems. Ysayle sighs as all the furniture in the room around her changes color to neon pink in an instant. One more button and it becomes celadon. Ah well, she can figure it out later.
In addition to that she was starting to get hungry. Care to help this technology-challenged Elezen find the button combination close to Othard blue or ice blue and maybe take her out to dinner?]
every breath you take
[It was a mistake. She should have known better than to familiarize herself with the crowd here, especially with an individual as suspicious as this peddler. Ysayle has seen through her share of traps before in her lifetime. After all being a leader of an organization of heretics that conspires against theocratic government is certainly a position where you cannot be too cautious. She knew that.
So why did she talk to this shady merchant and touch his weird dolls? She had no real explanation to this. She was tired, everything that happened during the past few days was getting to her. So much to take in, such a short time and when Ysayle barely had the chance to properly process what they learned about the origins of the conflict between Ishgard and Dravania.
She takes a quick look. It was still there. Persistent... Looks like she has no other choice.]
Get away from me!
[A well aimed kick sends the doll flying into the nearest wall. Oh, and some ice magic for good measure. Might have been a bit too much, but Ysayle cannot help the bad feeling she's getting. She wants the doll gone.]
What in Saint Shiva's name... is this...
[Ysayle's eyes widen as the doll, drenched in pink liquid appears in her field of view again]
wildcard
[not feeling these or would you prefer to plot something specific? hmu @ magarula
[ooc: if your character is a WoL, let me know if you want her to recognize them as WoL or would you prefer being WoL from another world and a stranger to her because I am absolutely fine with either! ♥]
ysayle dangoulain ❄️ final fantasy xiv ❄️ tbd but cordis probably
[In theory, she knew what to do. She was given all the necessary explanations. As she understood it, this city and everything in it was powered by a type of magical energy akin to aether. However, the appearance of everything around her looked more like magitek technology or relics of Allag, which she was not familiar with. She was also, of course, told how this power is generated, but decided not to think about it for now. Even without performing these intimacy based rituals with strangers far away from home she had enough to worry about here.
Oh, whatever it was that she pressed right now, that was not the right button, it seems. Ysayle sighs as all the furniture in the room around her changes color to neon pink in an instant. One more button and it becomes celadon. Ah well, she can figure it out later.
In addition to that she was starting to get hungry. Care to help this technology-challenged Elezen find the button combination close to Othard blue or ice blue and maybe take her out to dinner?]
every breath you take
[It was a mistake.
She should have known better than to familiarize herself with the crowd here, especially with an individual as suspicious as this peddler. Ysayle has seen through her share of traps before in her lifetime. After all being a leader of an organization of heretics that conspires against theocratic government is certainly a position where you cannot be too cautious. She knew that.
So why did she talk to this shady merchant and touch his weird dolls? She had no real explanation to this. She was tired, everything that happened during the past few days was getting to her. So much to take in, such a short time and when Ysayle barely had the chance to properly process what they learned about the origins of the conflict between Ishgard and Dravania.
She takes a quick look. It was still there. Persistent... Looks like she has no other choice.]
Get away from me!
[A well aimed kick sends the doll flying into the nearest wall. Oh, and some ice magic for good measure. Might have been a bit too much, but Ysayle cannot help the bad feeling she's getting. She wants the doll gone.]
What in Saint Shiva's name... is this...
[Ysayle's eyes widen as the doll, drenched in pink liquid appears in her field of view again]
wildcard
[not feeling these or would you prefer to plot something specific? hmu @
[ooc: if your character is a WoL, let me know if you want her to recognize them as WoL or would you prefer being WoL from another world and a stranger to her because I am absolutely fine with either! ♥]