A Song to Quell One's Fear
Jan 10, 2017 3:04:23 GMT -5
Post by A'vette Rayoh on Jan 10, 2017 3:04:23 GMT -5
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(Participants: A'vette Rayoh and Marstra Cousland)
Previously:
A'vette Rayoh, better known in Limsa as the "Crimson Songstress," has been put in charge of managing Kisumi Mimsy's Xenora Theater, a place where she could finally let her talents and love of music shine.
But, as strange patrons wearing the same symbol on their arms began to frequent the establishment, in search of "the Siren," A'vette begins to question the safety of her employer and dear friend.
Tracking the whereabouts of the patrons, known as members of the infamous pirate crew, the Serpent Reavers, A'vette and two other employees, Alexis McCallister and Marstra Cousland, interrogated information from one of the captains.
The captain quickly proved to be uncooperative, much to the testing of A'vette's patience. Haunted by thoughts of losing one of her closest friends, she took matters into her own hands, revealing a side of her she wished not to show: one of hatred and anger, which she dubbed "Red Eye."
Now, seeking help from one of her compatriots, Marstra, A'vette looks to learn of ways to combat this threat.
Chat Log: 1/09/17:
(Marstra C.) -Marstra was sitting on her bed reading through her journal the rather ornate book was thick and donned in immortal flame jewelry as she ran her finger along the pages as she read through it calmly her ears flat her tail limp on the bed-.. -d-
(A'vette R.) The raid on Sastasha weighed heavy on A'vette's mind. The resurgence of her "condition" seemed to be taking it's toll. She was confused. Scared. Worried for her friends' safety. Something had to be done to control it. Perhaps learning the way of the sword would help. She knocked on the door to Marstra's apartment and allowed herself in. She knew she wouldn't mind. -d-
(Marstra C.) -Marstra's eyes snapped up to the door as she heard the knock and once it opened just glared from the edge of her book but once realizing it was avette she smiled a bit putting the book down a bit a feint green glow of a stone inside the book emionated which caused Marstra to shut it-.. "Ah.. Avette.. Hello dear. Everything ok?" -she as as she now set the book in her lap dressed in her small clothes and some long comfy boots-..-d-
(A'vette R.) "Bonjour, Marstra, I... oh, pardon, I didn't mean to barge in." A'vette blushed and looked away, finding her young friend in her smallclothes. -d-
(Marstra C.) -she smiled as she now stood up leaving her journal on the bed as she stretched herarms above her head puffing out her chest not careing about being in her small clothes infront of the other-.. "So your hear to talk about your bloodlust im assuming? Or are you not feeling well.. your already a bit red.." -d-
(A'vette R.) Marstra was never shy about her body, it seemed. Is it because it's me, she wondered. A'vette smiled a bit at that thought. She could feel her heart beating a bit faster. "Umm,... qui. I-I wanted to speak with you about my 'condition.' I zought ze best way to deal wiz it would be to learn ze sword. I zought I would come to you for zat. Umm,... if you would have me...." -d-
(Marstra C.) "I wouldnt call it a condition love.. your just a very emotional and passionate individual." -she walked up to he smiling ass he ran a hand along her armor her finger tips gliding across the steel-.. "Not a bad set of armor either.. As for learning the ways of a blade i can teach you. But there are other ways to help restrain and redirect yourself. Each person is diffrent. Part of "Controlling" it is finding something that helps bring you peace.. for me. when i dont have a sword in my hand.
(Marstra C.) its reading my special journal. it helps bring me to a place where im just relaxed. and happy. We need to first find what does that for you yes.?" -she smiled at her slightly chuckling at her blush and the ending comment-.. "And i would have you at anytime dear." -d-
(A'vette R.) A small yelp escaped A'vette's lips as Marstra ran her fingertips down her armor. Her heart was pounding like crazy. Dammit, why does she have to be so close.... Something about her voice was calming. Sisterly. Almost seductive. Remain calm, Vette, she repeated to herself as her face grew more and more red at Marstra's touch. "S-something that brings me at peace?" >>
(A'vette R.) "W-well, I suppose zere are a few things zat calm me down. Singing, my harp, my mother's journal, Kisu-" She stopped herself before she said her name. -d-
(Marstra C.) "It doesnt matter what it is love.. as long as its something that you can do.. that helps you just zone out.. forget everything around you and lets you just focus on that inner sanctum of sanity and happiness. Even if its just humming a tune.. Thats the first step of it my love. " -she smiled at her gently patting her breastplate-.. Because you are your own limitation. If you dont believe that you cant ever overcome it. then you never will... and do you want me to put some clothes on? Your
(Marstra C.) turning as red as your hair love." -d-
(A'vette R.) "I-if you would. Merci." A slight wave of relief washed over A'vette at her suggestion. What is it with zis kitten, she thought. No one has been able to rile me up this badly. I need a stiff drink after zis. -d-
(Marstra C.) -she smirked and winked-.. "I guess i can do that for you" -she walked over to her wardrobe now purposefulyl wiggling her tail and body a bit as she did so now bending over a bit to pull up her chain skirt as she now slipped into her usual comfy attire when going out-.. -d-
(A'vette R.) Her teasing was becoming more blatant as they spent more time together. A'vette could feel her cheeks slowly cooling down as Marstra got dressed. "Eh, Marstra, may I say something? Just... thank you, for doing zis for me. You, Alex, and I have grown so close in such a short time. You almost feel like sisters to me. I'm in your debt. Both of you." A'vette smiled as she spoke, her voice trembling slightly as her heart poured over her words. -d-
(Marstra C.) "its not a problem ave my dear.. Your strong and passionate about what you do.. I respect that and your just a precious thing. Your accent and the way you dance and sing its a beautiful thing to see. Seeing you upset hurts me. You are important to me as well. " -she smiled back as she leaned in and planted a soft kiss on the others nose with a wink-.. "So now that my chest is no longer a distraction.. what do you want to try? Finding your centering peice? or do you really want to learn the way
(Marstra C.) of a blade?" -d-
(A'vette R.) A'vette closed her eyes and smiled. It meant the world to her that Mars cared so much. It reminded her of why she came to Limsa. The joy of music was a powerful thing, and it felt incredible that she was able to touch the lives of people she cared about. "Merci, Marstra. Zat... means a lot, coming from you." She opened her eyes, looking into hers. "As for ze reason I came, finding my center would be wonderful, but it would be a waste not to learn ze sword. Zis armor is brand new, after all." -d-
(Marstra C.) "Hehe.. Alright. Lets find the centering part first. Then well teach you how ot use that sword. ok love~? so.. First i just want you to focus in on one of your most happy memories.. something that always pulls you out of society and into your happy place.. find that.. lock onto that and then whatever you need to do ot channel it.. hum. sing. dance."
(Marstra C.) -d-.
(A'vette R.) She closed her eyes, thinking back to days past. Her past was filled with happy memories. Traveling with her family, the roar of the crowds as she would play with her sister, the joy that filled her heart as she plucked the strings of her harp. From those memories, she recalled a song she and her sister would always sing: >>
(Participants: A'vette Rayoh and Marstra Cousland)
Previously:
A'vette Rayoh, better known in Limsa as the "Crimson Songstress," has been put in charge of managing Kisumi Mimsy's Xenora Theater, a place where she could finally let her talents and love of music shine.
But, as strange patrons wearing the same symbol on their arms began to frequent the establishment, in search of "the Siren," A'vette begins to question the safety of her employer and dear friend.
Tracking the whereabouts of the patrons, known as members of the infamous pirate crew, the Serpent Reavers, A'vette and two other employees, Alexis McCallister and Marstra Cousland, interrogated information from one of the captains.
The captain quickly proved to be uncooperative, much to the testing of A'vette's patience. Haunted by thoughts of losing one of her closest friends, she took matters into her own hands, revealing a side of her she wished not to show: one of hatred and anger, which she dubbed "Red Eye."
Now, seeking help from one of her compatriots, Marstra, A'vette looks to learn of ways to combat this threat.
Chat Log: 1/09/17:
(Marstra C.) -Marstra was sitting on her bed reading through her journal the rather ornate book was thick and donned in immortal flame jewelry as she ran her finger along the pages as she read through it calmly her ears flat her tail limp on the bed-.. -d-
(A'vette R.) The raid on Sastasha weighed heavy on A'vette's mind. The resurgence of her "condition" seemed to be taking it's toll. She was confused. Scared. Worried for her friends' safety. Something had to be done to control it. Perhaps learning the way of the sword would help. She knocked on the door to Marstra's apartment and allowed herself in. She knew she wouldn't mind. -d-
(Marstra C.) -Marstra's eyes snapped up to the door as she heard the knock and once it opened just glared from the edge of her book but once realizing it was avette she smiled a bit putting the book down a bit a feint green glow of a stone inside the book emionated which caused Marstra to shut it-.. "Ah.. Avette.. Hello dear. Everything ok?" -she as as she now set the book in her lap dressed in her small clothes and some long comfy boots-..-d-
(A'vette R.) "Bonjour, Marstra, I... oh, pardon, I didn't mean to barge in." A'vette blushed and looked away, finding her young friend in her smallclothes. -d-
(Marstra C.) -she smiled as she now stood up leaving her journal on the bed as she stretched herarms above her head puffing out her chest not careing about being in her small clothes infront of the other-.. "So your hear to talk about your bloodlust im assuming? Or are you not feeling well.. your already a bit red.." -d-
(A'vette R.) Marstra was never shy about her body, it seemed. Is it because it's me, she wondered. A'vette smiled a bit at that thought. She could feel her heart beating a bit faster. "Umm,... qui. I-I wanted to speak with you about my 'condition.' I zought ze best way to deal wiz it would be to learn ze sword. I zought I would come to you for zat. Umm,... if you would have me...." -d-
(Marstra C.) "I wouldnt call it a condition love.. your just a very emotional and passionate individual." -she walked up to he smiling ass he ran a hand along her armor her finger tips gliding across the steel-.. "Not a bad set of armor either.. As for learning the ways of a blade i can teach you. But there are other ways to help restrain and redirect yourself. Each person is diffrent. Part of "Controlling" it is finding something that helps bring you peace.. for me. when i dont have a sword in my hand.
(Marstra C.) its reading my special journal. it helps bring me to a place where im just relaxed. and happy. We need to first find what does that for you yes.?" -she smiled at her slightly chuckling at her blush and the ending comment-.. "And i would have you at anytime dear." -d-
(A'vette R.) A small yelp escaped A'vette's lips as Marstra ran her fingertips down her armor. Her heart was pounding like crazy. Dammit, why does she have to be so close.... Something about her voice was calming. Sisterly. Almost seductive. Remain calm, Vette, she repeated to herself as her face grew more and more red at Marstra's touch. "S-something that brings me at peace?" >>
(A'vette R.) "W-well, I suppose zere are a few things zat calm me down. Singing, my harp, my mother's journal, Kisu-" She stopped herself before she said her name. -d-
(Marstra C.) "It doesnt matter what it is love.. as long as its something that you can do.. that helps you just zone out.. forget everything around you and lets you just focus on that inner sanctum of sanity and happiness. Even if its just humming a tune.. Thats the first step of it my love. " -she smiled at her gently patting her breastplate-.. Because you are your own limitation. If you dont believe that you cant ever overcome it. then you never will... and do you want me to put some clothes on? Your
(Marstra C.) turning as red as your hair love." -d-
(A'vette R.) "I-if you would. Merci." A slight wave of relief washed over A'vette at her suggestion. What is it with zis kitten, she thought. No one has been able to rile me up this badly. I need a stiff drink after zis. -d-
(Marstra C.) -she smirked and winked-.. "I guess i can do that for you" -she walked over to her wardrobe now purposefulyl wiggling her tail and body a bit as she did so now bending over a bit to pull up her chain skirt as she now slipped into her usual comfy attire when going out-.. -d-
(A'vette R.) Her teasing was becoming more blatant as they spent more time together. A'vette could feel her cheeks slowly cooling down as Marstra got dressed. "Eh, Marstra, may I say something? Just... thank you, for doing zis for me. You, Alex, and I have grown so close in such a short time. You almost feel like sisters to me. I'm in your debt. Both of you." A'vette smiled as she spoke, her voice trembling slightly as her heart poured over her words. -d-
(Marstra C.) "its not a problem ave my dear.. Your strong and passionate about what you do.. I respect that and your just a precious thing. Your accent and the way you dance and sing its a beautiful thing to see. Seeing you upset hurts me. You are important to me as well. " -she smiled back as she leaned in and planted a soft kiss on the others nose with a wink-.. "So now that my chest is no longer a distraction.. what do you want to try? Finding your centering peice? or do you really want to learn the way
(Marstra C.) of a blade?" -d-
(A'vette R.) A'vette closed her eyes and smiled. It meant the world to her that Mars cared so much. It reminded her of why she came to Limsa. The joy of music was a powerful thing, and it felt incredible that she was able to touch the lives of people she cared about. "Merci, Marstra. Zat... means a lot, coming from you." She opened her eyes, looking into hers. "As for ze reason I came, finding my center would be wonderful, but it would be a waste not to learn ze sword. Zis armor is brand new, after all." -d-
(Marstra C.) "Hehe.. Alright. Lets find the centering part first. Then well teach you how ot use that sword. ok love~? so.. First i just want you to focus in on one of your most happy memories.. something that always pulls you out of society and into your happy place.. find that.. lock onto that and then whatever you need to do ot channel it.. hum. sing. dance."
(Marstra C.) -d-.
(A'vette R.) She closed her eyes, thinking back to days past. Her past was filled with happy memories. Traveling with her family, the roar of the crowds as she would play with her sister, the joy that filled her heart as she plucked the strings of her harp. From those memories, she recalled a song she and her sister would always sing: >>
If I could ease your mind,
Calm the storm inside,
Pull your drifting heart back
From a cruel and bitter time.
Show you that tomorrow
Everything will be just fine.
Aaaaaaaaaaaalll in due time.
Somewhere down the road,
Your staaaaars will show.
Somewhere down the road,
You're aaaaallmost home.
If you believe in nothing else
Just keep believing in yourself.
There will be times of trouble.
It's gonna hurt like hell.
This much I know.
All ends well. It all ends well.
Calm the storm inside,
Pull your drifting heart back
From a cruel and bitter time.
Show you that tomorrow
Everything will be just fine.
Aaaaaaaaaaaalll in due time.
Somewhere down the road,
Your staaaaars will show.
Somewhere down the road,
You're aaaaallmost home.
If you believe in nothing else
Just keep believing in yourself.
There will be times of trouble.
It's gonna hurt like hell.
This much I know.
All ends well. It all ends well.