[PRE NOTES: An experimental attempt at making a horror story within FFXIV. Much harder than it sounds actually. Feel free to comment or drop me a message about the story, I'd really appreciate it.]
[sub]CHAOS THEORY[/sub]
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Bonslette could not help but sigh impatiently at hersisters, animated as they were while they carried out their shopping activities with seemingly no inkling that they were carrying about in a veritable den of danger-a city of pirates! Shrugging to an equally appalled Luna seemingly shrinking even further into her robes with each passing moment, Bonslette finally reached the limits of her patience. “Gods, you two!†She sternly hissed at Pheria and P’Lami both, “At least think about where we are! Would it kill you two to be a little quieter? Other people are shopping too, and….†She continued her rant as the two groaned and shared an expression of disdain towards each other before stumbling over in defeat, leaning on each other for support in a messy heap that was so perfectly timed one might think it were practiced.
Truly, anyone watching the four of them from the outsidewould assume they were public entertainment of some sort. This near fact was a source of disdain for Bonslette; she had great pride in her family, and did not wish to see it viewed as a collection of fools, despite the obvious setbacks that her livelier sisters seemed to intentionally cause. Perhaps what added to her troubles was not only that her sisters all seemed to lack some form of social common sense in one way or many, but that they all looked completely and utterly unrelated to one another.
Pheria, the eldest, is a tall and beautiful hyur, with deepviolet hair, and easily the most distinguishable among the sisters from her personality alone. Despite her tendiencies to speak of enjoying the finer things in life, she usually wears an unremarkable garb lightly dyed a feminine color, or hides altogether beneath the robes of a beggar. She also takes us with her sisters along with her as she goes about the realm as a “Wandering Maidâ€.
P’Lami, the second youngest of the sisters, is an energeticand playful type that almost never listens to anyone, the only constant exception being Pheria. The young Sun Seeker took full advantage of her new life of luxury and indulgence, at this point nearly collecting the many shiny trinkets at the marketplace and adorning them on herself like a massive “Please mug me†sign.
Luna was the most suspicious of the group, as well as theyoungest; covering herself in robes and bandaging any exposed flesh, leaving only her mouth and alluring eyes peeking out from underneath a shabby hood made to look half visored thanks to the bandaged horns. She claimed to be Hyur, but something happened to her, and as a result she appears to be quite bestial in a number of places on her body, most notably her rather new horns and runes covering her body. If P’Lami’s demeanorwas that of one encouraging theft, then Luna’s was a scream of “approach at your own riskâ€.
Finally there is Bonslette. The second eldest and an Elezenamong the sisters, she dressed to match the general common man, preferring drab cream colors and a “worn†appearance. Bonslette despised standing out; sadly thanks to her strikingly red and short hair, as well as her pasture green eyes and nearly porcelain pale skin, she usually did so anyway, her sisters doing little to absolutely nothing to assist this issue. Her current growth spurt did nothing to help her either, nearly to Pheria’s shoulders by this point.
As she continued her rant, something caught her eye. A robedman stood a distance away, sneering rather crudely at her. While this normally would not be enough to break her concentration, what he brandished in his hand certainly was. An emblem carved into the side of a chunk of wood used to fence in cattle and livestock. The edges were charred, but she could still make out that emblem-she would know it anywhere. Darkened edges from the Suns on end of caking and dragging mud into the crevices with one’s finger, a few imperfections where the wood failed and bit painfully into frail and thinned, brittle flesh. The crooked designs of a fingernail being dug and dragged across the surface again and again….
Yes, it was the emblem she fashioned for herself as a child,the house she dreamed would be hers meant to proudly adorn it, a distraction to dream of better things to forget the world around her at the time. It was at this moment that everything came crashing back to her at once, the memories and pain of the past drilling into her head all at once. She had already put those days behind her, or so she was sure until now. That emblem was supposed to have been burned to ashes with the life she left behind. So why did that man have it?
The idea of anyone else having survived that fire proved toomuch for her to bear. It was meant to be gone-forever. None-and nothing were to remain. Still midsentence of her lecture, she swiftly brought her hands to her belt, drawing the dagger and wand she kept on her person for protection and charging faster than she knew she could after the man. As if expecting this, the man turned and fled to the nearby docks, but Bonslette was not about to let him escape. She ducked and twirled through the market crowd, again surprising herself with her physical prowess, but no longer than the complete execution of each movement. She lost sight of the man for but a moment as a large lumbering Roegadyn seemingly appeared out of nowhere carrying a crate, and being unable to stop herself in time, she crashed into him, not even stopping to apologize as she jumped to her feet (stepping all over the poor man in the process) to dash off for the docks again. Her stride widened with every step as her desperation seemed to multiply with each movement.
Before she knew it, she was somewhere she did not recognize,the wooden planks beneath her feet damp and rotting, and the sun hidden from view by a bricks overhead. It seemed she had been lead into a dank and shady part of Limsa Lominsa. Barely managing to gain hold of her senses, she attempted to salvage her blundering into what was obviously a trap by backing away slightly, bringing her hand to her pouch to retrieve her linkpearl. As she removed the pearl from the pouch however, a dagger came screaming through the darkness, knocking it out of her hand and biting painfully into her hand. A squeak of pain and irritable protest escaped her lips, as slowly but surely she was beginning to realize the amount of danger she had charged headlong into.
Strangely however, she did not mind. Even should she perish,she would at least see that no one else would return again to harm herself or P’Lami. Her determination renewed, she walked fearlessly into the darkness, her wand and dagger clutched into her hands with confidence. In the darkness, she could see nothing at first. Next, her sense of direction began to fail her, and she could no longer feel the weapons in her hands. Finally she could not feel herself at all, save for the sensation of falling for a very long time.
At the time, she could not imagine the horrors she would have to endure.
[sub]CHAOS THEORY[/sub]
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Bonslette could not help but sigh impatiently at hersisters, animated as they were while they carried out their shopping activities with seemingly no inkling that they were carrying about in a veritable den of danger-a city of pirates! Shrugging to an equally appalled Luna seemingly shrinking even further into her robes with each passing moment, Bonslette finally reached the limits of her patience. “Gods, you two!†She sternly hissed at Pheria and P’Lami both, “At least think about where we are! Would it kill you two to be a little quieter? Other people are shopping too, and….†She continued her rant as the two groaned and shared an expression of disdain towards each other before stumbling over in defeat, leaning on each other for support in a messy heap that was so perfectly timed one might think it were practiced.
Truly, anyone watching the four of them from the outsidewould assume they were public entertainment of some sort. This near fact was a source of disdain for Bonslette; she had great pride in her family, and did not wish to see it viewed as a collection of fools, despite the obvious setbacks that her livelier sisters seemed to intentionally cause. Perhaps what added to her troubles was not only that her sisters all seemed to lack some form of social common sense in one way or many, but that they all looked completely and utterly unrelated to one another.
Pheria, the eldest, is a tall and beautiful hyur, with deepviolet hair, and easily the most distinguishable among the sisters from her personality alone. Despite her tendiencies to speak of enjoying the finer things in life, she usually wears an unremarkable garb lightly dyed a feminine color, or hides altogether beneath the robes of a beggar. She also takes us with her sisters along with her as she goes about the realm as a “Wandering Maidâ€.
P’Lami, the second youngest of the sisters, is an energeticand playful type that almost never listens to anyone, the only constant exception being Pheria. The young Sun Seeker took full advantage of her new life of luxury and indulgence, at this point nearly collecting the many shiny trinkets at the marketplace and adorning them on herself like a massive “Please mug me†sign.
Luna was the most suspicious of the group, as well as theyoungest; covering herself in robes and bandaging any exposed flesh, leaving only her mouth and alluring eyes peeking out from underneath a shabby hood made to look half visored thanks to the bandaged horns. She claimed to be Hyur, but something happened to her, and as a result she appears to be quite bestial in a number of places on her body, most notably her rather new horns and runes covering her body. If P’Lami’s demeanorwas that of one encouraging theft, then Luna’s was a scream of “approach at your own riskâ€.
Finally there is Bonslette. The second eldest and an Elezenamong the sisters, she dressed to match the general common man, preferring drab cream colors and a “worn†appearance. Bonslette despised standing out; sadly thanks to her strikingly red and short hair, as well as her pasture green eyes and nearly porcelain pale skin, she usually did so anyway, her sisters doing little to absolutely nothing to assist this issue. Her current growth spurt did nothing to help her either, nearly to Pheria’s shoulders by this point.
As she continued her rant, something caught her eye. A robedman stood a distance away, sneering rather crudely at her. While this normally would not be enough to break her concentration, what he brandished in his hand certainly was. An emblem carved into the side of a chunk of wood used to fence in cattle and livestock. The edges were charred, but she could still make out that emblem-she would know it anywhere. Darkened edges from the Suns on end of caking and dragging mud into the crevices with one’s finger, a few imperfections where the wood failed and bit painfully into frail and thinned, brittle flesh. The crooked designs of a fingernail being dug and dragged across the surface again and again….
Yes, it was the emblem she fashioned for herself as a child,the house she dreamed would be hers meant to proudly adorn it, a distraction to dream of better things to forget the world around her at the time. It was at this moment that everything came crashing back to her at once, the memories and pain of the past drilling into her head all at once. She had already put those days behind her, or so she was sure until now. That emblem was supposed to have been burned to ashes with the life she left behind. So why did that man have it?
The idea of anyone else having survived that fire proved toomuch for her to bear. It was meant to be gone-forever. None-and nothing were to remain. Still midsentence of her lecture, she swiftly brought her hands to her belt, drawing the dagger and wand she kept on her person for protection and charging faster than she knew she could after the man. As if expecting this, the man turned and fled to the nearby docks, but Bonslette was not about to let him escape. She ducked and twirled through the market crowd, again surprising herself with her physical prowess, but no longer than the complete execution of each movement. She lost sight of the man for but a moment as a large lumbering Roegadyn seemingly appeared out of nowhere carrying a crate, and being unable to stop herself in time, she crashed into him, not even stopping to apologize as she jumped to her feet (stepping all over the poor man in the process) to dash off for the docks again. Her stride widened with every step as her desperation seemed to multiply with each movement.
Before she knew it, she was somewhere she did not recognize,the wooden planks beneath her feet damp and rotting, and the sun hidden from view by a bricks overhead. It seemed she had been lead into a dank and shady part of Limsa Lominsa. Barely managing to gain hold of her senses, she attempted to salvage her blundering into what was obviously a trap by backing away slightly, bringing her hand to her pouch to retrieve her linkpearl. As she removed the pearl from the pouch however, a dagger came screaming through the darkness, knocking it out of her hand and biting painfully into her hand. A squeak of pain and irritable protest escaped her lips, as slowly but surely she was beginning to realize the amount of danger she had charged headlong into.
Strangely however, she did not mind. Even should she perish,she would at least see that no one else would return again to harm herself or P’Lami. Her determination renewed, she walked fearlessly into the darkness, her wand and dagger clutched into her hands with confidence. In the darkness, she could see nothing at first. Next, her sense of direction began to fail her, and she could no longer feel the weapons in her hands. Finally she could not feel herself at all, save for the sensation of falling for a very long time.
At the time, she could not imagine the horrors she would have to endure.