[ It's absolute bullshit to find herself playing search and rescue. This was stupid. The second she decided to try and at least dip her toe in some good karma, she finds out the entire world was destroyed. And for once, it wasn't some threat of daemons that did it. Talk about a bummer. The unfortunate truth — that the snow that nips at her nose and mission she was promised to be paid handsomely for — was part of some bullshit ruse. While she knows this is some weird game, why not play along until it's over? It had to end sometime.
Some poor saps were sent to go find some blood of some fierce animal. In the snow. Alone. Who the hell comes up with that kind of confidence? Wishes she could have some. As the snowmobile revs under her grip, Aranea is making a b-line right towards the mountain bluff that she was given location for. Snowfall was light, making it easy, but when she gets to the overpass — she sees quite a scene.
You, sadly, were on the receiving end of a chase from a Klep. Angry and ravenous, the creature has been hunting you down for trespassing into its territory. Aranea made it juuuust in the nick of time with a fancy drift that kicks the snow up as she stops. ]
Hey fancy feast, get the hell on!
[ Yeah, that's all she's going to say. ]
TWO - contrabanned.
[ Aranea Highwind has since come to her senses, chewing on a few unfortunate truths she has to push herself through. She spoke to one of the refugees who was actually willing to answer her — told her that the VR simulation wouldn't end until a few specific tasks were completed. Looks like she had to get some shit taken care of.
She's in the last outpost before reaching her destination — delivering some unsavory cargo that makes a growl every so often. Aranea put two and two together, only assuming it was an exotic breed of creature. Not her problem, not her rodeo. Parking her vehicle outside of the nearest tavern, she's warming up by the fire. Letting a storm pass seems like a good option before going off to the great unknown.
For now, she's curious, however and speaks to the person directly to her right at the bar. ]
What's a gal gotta do to get some luck out here? Storm's gonna last for the rest of the night.
[ She says passingly, making a bit of a conversation. ]
THREE - omage.
Connecting to server... Looking for someone you can chat with... You’re now chatting with HIGHWIND... Say hi!
So. On a scale of 1 - 10... How much do you think they're going to pay us to put up with their bullshit? Natha, I mean.
FOUR - wildcard.
[ I'm good with anything! Feel free to PM me to plot something out! ]
aranea highwind ( ffxv )
Some poor saps were sent to go find some blood of some fierce animal. In the snow. Alone. Who the hell comes up with that kind of confidence? Wishes she could have some. As the snowmobile revs under her grip, Aranea is making a b-line right towards the mountain bluff that she was given location for. Snowfall was light, making it easy, but when she gets to the overpass — she sees quite a scene.
You, sadly, were on the receiving end of a chase from a Klep. Angry and ravenous, the creature has been hunting you down for trespassing into its territory. Aranea made it juuuust in the nick of time with a fancy drift that kicks the snow up as she stops. ]
Hey fancy feast, get the hell on!
[ Yeah, that's all she's going to say. ]
TWO - contrabanned.
She's in the last outpost before reaching her destination — delivering some unsavory cargo that makes a growl every so often. Aranea put two and two together, only assuming it was an exotic breed of creature. Not her problem, not her rodeo. Parking her vehicle outside of the nearest tavern, she's warming up by the fire. Letting a storm pass seems like a good option before going off to the great unknown.
For now, she's curious, however and speaks to the person directly to her right at the bar. ]
What's a gal gotta do to get some luck out here? Storm's gonna last for the rest of the night.
[ She says passingly, making a bit of a conversation. ]
THREE - omage.
Looking for someone you can chat with...
You’re now chatting with HIGHWIND... Say hi!
So.
On a scale of 1 - 10...
How much do you think they're going to pay us to put up with their bullshit?
Natha, I mean.
FOUR - wildcard.