Eorzea a realm that has been long racked by calamity and disaster. With the Gralean empire however focused on nursing it's own wounds, the beastmen equally quiet, and the warrior of light once again faded into the ether, maybe at last this broken realm would find some sense of peace. In Ul'dah the city is embroiled in it's normal chaos. The syndicate as ever is following it's own machinations, though with a new sultana, and new members who knows just what may happen next. All that is obvious is the life of the poor and the refugees simply never changes, without hard work and a lot of luck.
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This wouldn't be the first time that the miqo'te was in Ul'dah, and it likely wouldn't be the last. One elongated long green ear flicked as instead he looked about eagery, tail gently swaying from side to side. Now the only problem for Ta'vren was where he would go. He.... was for once tired of the idea of hanging around at the Quicksand, there was nothing actually gaining his attention. [break][break]So it was he was looking for something to do so as to amuse himself. He gave a soft huff as he gazed around, before he gave a shrug. He'd may as well do some running first, just trying to burn energy, and it didn't take long for him to take off in a sprint, ears flicking as he listened around him. Suddenly something one of the guards said... a spate of kidnappings around the market area.... could be interesting. [break][break]Slowly then he padded off, ears flicking. He'd not actually found anything yet, and no guarantee that he would, but it could certainly be interesting. Wasn't like the guards would do anything - they were more focused on the elite, and from the gossip it was the poor and the refugees that were being targetted.
His tail swayed in a steady balanced pace as the dark-colored feline browsed the wares of the market merchants looking for some polishing whetstones among other small things the guild has tasked him to find for cheap. Their orders weren't in a large rush as currently, their services weren't in a large demand. By guild location, the Pugilists were the quickest bouncers to the Platinum Mirage followed by the Brass Blades and petty officers of the Immortal Flames down the strip. Some coin clinked in a neat, orderly stack from his purse to the outstretched palms of a leather wrinkled Elezen when a march of two Brass Blades passed by. It only warranted a passing glance between the two men before conducting business as usual. It was nothing new these past few days to see them move about in duo patrols. The took his purchase and moved onto comparing market prices for the next item on the list.
A few stalls down and then some since the Brass Blades went by did another pair moved their way down the road. How queer, S'avryn paused now to see the second set of patrolmen so soon. Scant words from an olive Roegadyn and two layabout Lalafel with nothing better to do but gossip like housewives started to mused if this was in relation to some kidnappings. The Miqo'te moved on to take a seat on one of the many scattered stone benches and pulled out a waterskin from beneath his cloak. He pulled the cork off with his teeth and drink a soothing gulp of water while listening to these merchants prattle away what should be their wive's duty if they were fortunate enough to have any.
What's this about kidnappings?
He wondered without a change in expression for concern of the lost peoples. People disappear when they're not needed anymore or needed elsewhere. That's just how things are so why would these suddenly raise a voice from the sidelines? S'avryn felt to not want to know for the Twelve worked in strange ways. Perhaps this is but a part of the balance the Warden oversees.
The other Miqo'te caught Ta'vren's attention, but that was more out of looking for people to bother.... among other situations that typically happened. He tiled his head, amber-orange eyes focusing more out of curiousity, tail still flicking gently. Not that staying still to observe further before he considered approaching was an idea he stook to. Not when he heard some more people just gossiping about the kidnappings near to the other. So instead he took the option to almost casually approach, slowly taking a seat next to the other. [break][break] "What do you make of the kidnappings?" he queried, ignoring the idea of introducing yourself first. Why would you want to waste time on that after all. Not that he was expecting much. [break][break] If there's one thing I've learnt by living here people don't tend to think of others... they tend to view them as.... disposable... or just disappearing like it's natural. The thought went briefly through his mind, ears lowering slightly at the idea that people meant so little. It was something he had never quite grown used to... that whole... concept. It felt so wrong to him, or maybe that was just his relative naievety. People... no matter what class they were though, they should mean something than just a throw away life. [break][break] He also couldn't help the fact he was fidgetting as he tried to get himself used to the idea of staying still, at least for long enough to talk briefly before he once again felt the need to run, or do anything to just get some of the itch to move out.
The male clicked his tongue and growled a little like a low purr. In their tongue, it was the lowest effort in leading his ear to them is not the most respectful way. HIs home Nuhn would cuff his ear for this behavior and lock him in the storehouse for a night. So without dragging Brass Blades to break up a spat, S'avryn did his utmost to not lump in his seat in open disgruntlement of the boy a few seasons older than him. His thumb pressed the cork cap back into the waterskin's opening and set it in his lap. "What about it?" He now asked with the question thrown back at Ul'dahs residential busybody that wasn't a reporter from the Mythril Eye.
"People disappear be it our own hand or the scales didn't tip in their favor," he spoke as if he actually spat a hairball inside the Platinum Mirage. Truthful he hasn't as only esteemed patrons and invited whores entered those high-class rooms. His tail tapped upon the stone bench in about the only trait he shared with the fellow Miqo'te next to their annoyingly similar namesakes as if the two were clan brothers; fidgeting. Neither of them were the sort of people who sat still nor liked to but their reasons differed as U'dah's landscape it to Gridania's verdant greens.
"It's a fool's errand. There's not even a mark for who is behind all this to the local guilds. The Blades are just floor show," he attempted reason as any sane person would. S'avryn wasn't about to jump out of his seat any time soon to go after the gods know what kidnappers they are or who was missing in the first place. The perps are doomed to the seventh seat of Hell so what's for either of them to step in for.
For the second time Ta'vren lowered his ears, and even ducked his head down slightly, in acknowledgement that okay he maybe wasn't following any social norms. Not that he ever had in any typical fashion. At least not within his own clan. Still that didn't stop him giving his own growl at the flippant attitude of the other Miqo'te towards them. "But... they're people... they had hopes and dreams" he protested. The idea that just because there was no money in it for anyone meant it to be unimportant... it felt foreign to him. [break][break] "This isn't just missing merchandise...it's people... it's living people with feelings....." he reiterated quieter that time though as if trying to pursuade the other Miqo'te about something morally right, at least in his eyes, while almost acknowledging that it would be hopeless. "And it's not right that no one will do anything about it until it affects the higher ups" he added on folding his arms stubbornly. [break][break] He looked over at S'avryn quietly tilting his head a bit trying to guess a way of talking him into caring, even if he figured it was probably futile. "Besides, it's better then sitting still..." which was again typically the reason he wanted to find out what was going on. There was nothing of interest to him in the adventurers guild, and this struck him as enough of an adventure. "It's either that or I'm going to end up trying to climb the city walls to feel less restless," his ears flattened again as he recalled how many times he'd been scolded in his own tribe for being unable to stay still, for constantly fidgetting, or running off midway through a lesson.... that had....hurt. The punishment, but it had been so much fun just to feel the air racing past as he ran, the way the forest had evolved around him, the feel of bark under his hands as he'd clambered the tallest tree he could find to hide.
His eyes rolled and he pretended not to listen to a dab of what Ta'vren was playing at. No choir would lean an ear to this as far as he was concerned in any of the main city-states. S'avryn didn't intend to come off as uncaring as the next member of the Syndicate, the table which only the top richest citizen's of U'ldah could pay a seat for, but there was a process to this that the idiot hero here was not picking up. Can't perform a hest for someone without a leve to do so; can't finding people without the right clues. To think that he was the older one of the two felines mad his stomach turn. To see him now after his speech to simply cross his arms in a huff had the young man consider if this one really should have stayed on mother's milk too long.
"Not going to stop you," he tucked away the waterskin under his cloak and got up from his seat to yawn loudly of his lack of cares. "Not going to stop the thaumaturge from shooting your down either. Frankly your speech makes you as bad as the ones taking up the slums 'round the corner." S'avryn's head cocked a little toward one of the lanes. It was suppose to be a market area but the dregs now take up that section. Lay about and try to peddle pathetically by saying pebbles or adamantois babies.
"What a sorry hero you'd make with those ideals," S'avryn stared down in a challenging glare to start a fight here in the markets if it'll teach the idiot a thing or two of the 'correct' way to hunt down people.
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