Avoiding Besaiders and Balmung

[Radiator]

I suggest that SE spend millions of dollars and time to create a RP>NO-RP Auto Translate feature just to accomodate my needs :P

[Molly_Millions]

Somebody should RP in this thread. That's the only thing that can save it.

[Phrozen]

COME AND PLAY WITH MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[TheVedis]

Somebody should RP in this thread. That's the only thing that can save it.

we dont need to RP, we just need to be FABULOUS!

[HiirNoivl]

we dont need to RP, we just need to be FABULOUS!

What's the difference?

[TheVedis]

What's the difference?

you dont gotta be an RPist to be FABULOUS

[Masamune1004]

Yay off-topic time!

[Fiosha_Maureiba]

A dashing roegadyn wearing his fine linen coatee and cap walks into a bar. His dyslexic miqo'te assistant walks into a bra. The roegadyn struts in, with one hand on his hip, the other waving in the air, and his nose tipped to the roof. Strands of his hair dangle in the breeze with each tilt of the hand. He begins to have a conversation with Momodi, assuming her every response.

A highlander male approaches, with no history in the records of the Eorzean professionals, places his weaving needle in his tool belt. He changes clothes in front of all to see in the center of the lobby, donning on a similar coatee, grins a sheepish grin, professes his disdain for the roegadyn, then poses. A spectrum of astral and umbral forces collide with the elements themselves as it screeches through the roof of the lobby, bursting of light to blind all who look upon his being. By the retainer bell, a hyur female experienced in all manner of war, magic, hand, and land watches with her luminary sparkle and claps.


He has arrived and none shall be as fabulous as he. He leaves with a crew in toll, ascending the airship lift. His crew seize one of the Ironworks' airships and set off to spread fabulosity in a realm not unlike our own. Twelvespeed be with you vile brigandier.

OOC translation: Some people were RP'ing in Uldah's inn, Vile Brigandier witnesses it, gives them a piece of his mind, Thevedis watches, and Vile transfers to another server with a handful of people so the locations will be the same, the populace *may* be different.

[Molly_Millions]

A dashing roegadyn wearing his fine linen coatee and cap walks into a bar. His dyslexic miqo'te assistant walks into a bra. The roegadyn struts in, with one hand on his hip, the other waving in the air, and his nose tipped to the roof. Strands of his hair dangle in the breeze with each tilt of the hand. He begins to have a conversation with Momodi, assuming her every response.

A highlander male approaches, with no history in the records of the Eorzean professionals, places his weaving needle in his tool belt. He changes clothes in front of all to see in the center of the lobby, donning on a similar coatee, grins a sheepish grin, professes his disdain for the roegadyn, then poses. A spectrum of astral and umbral forces collide with the elements themselves as it screeches through the roof of the lobby, bursting of light to blind all who look upon. By the retainer bell, a hyur female experienced in all manner of war, magic, hand, and land watches with her luminary sparkle and claps.



He has arrived and none shall be as fabulous as he. He leaves with a crew in toll, ascending the airship lift. His crew seize one of the Ironworks' airships and set off to spread fabulosity in a realm not unlike our own. Twelvespeed be with you vile brigandier.

Now that's more like it!

[Raikki]

I put on my robe and wizard hat.