Heavensward

[arroganceandangst]

Coming to Ishgard

The Crystal Braves's betrayal still fresh in mind and only the Warriors of Light, Alphinaud, and Tataru accounted for, Cid Garlond whisks our heroes away to Coerthas to avoid detection of the crew they thought were friends. They find themselves in Ishgard where they are greeted warmly by House Fortemps and granted sanctuary, much to the displeasure of King Thordan and his Heavens Ward.

Alphinaud's despair about being unable to "Save Eorzea(TM)" comes to a head and Tatarus and the Warriors of Light set him straight. Together they move forward to find their scattered friends and allies and move forward. Meanwhile, the Dragonsong War begins to set back into motion after years of an unease and tense ceasefire.

Amongst the chaos a strange and desperate from another world slips into our Eorzea with the intent of saving their land at the cost of ours.

Welcome to Heavensward, I hope you packed your furs.

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[provokedultimatum]

Atha watches and waits as he finally shuts up and starts to settle down for rest. She remains frozen in place as Ara starts to fall asleep. Even as his breathing settles out she doesn't move, unwilling to chance waking him back up if she moved, and besides the weather was still shit out there, it would do no good to leave now.

Atha waits, and a couple of bells pass, marked only by Atha's frustrated growls at her own weakness whenever her head starts to droop ad her eyes start to slide close. But finally, finally the wind died down enough for her to be able to see the path when she poked her head around the tarp.

She pauses, glaring at the fur around her shoulder and the gear. Hated the fact that she knew she'd take them with her. It felt like a loss, like that arsehole had won somehow but as always she had no choice not if she wanted to keep clawing out an existence for longer.

Eyes affixed on Ara with an angry intensity Atha divested herself of her current outfit as quickly as possible without causing too much noise, Twelve only knew what would happen if he woke up, she certainly wasn't going to chance it...The insulating fur layer was thrown on and the metal of the armour swiftly buckled over the top. Nald's Balls it was so much better,although...

She glares at the pieces of her old armour, she couldn't leave it behind...Removing the large fur from around her shoulders, she lay the old armour onto it, wrapping it up and then tying the fur back around her like a bastardised rucksack. "Hope you're not wanting your fur back arsehole." She mutters, swiping the canteen now full of water from the melted snow.

As Atha makes her way past the tarp, she glances back briefly, and for a second her anger subsides slightly as she watches Ara continue to sleep, before the comforting familiarity of rage bubbles up renewed and she scoffs as she leaves. "Bastard."

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[arroganceandangst]

Morning came and Aragibal woke to not just the armor being taken, but his fur and one of his canteens as well. He gave a light sigh as he sat up and prepared a small fire, not surprised. He may have been a little disappointed, but he had already resigned to this - he had at least put a linkpearl in the gear that she had taken and had already entered his information into it so that she could contact him should she ever need help, though there was little chance of that.

Once the fire was started he pulled out some paper and a quill with ink and began writing a letter, taking his time since he was already comfortable. Upon finishing he packed up and returned to Foundation to send the letter off with a mail moogle and get some food for a proper breakfast.