Strap In For A Ride [OPEN]

[seemstressed]

Who: Tataru & YOU
When: During the memory share event and meteor shower/doubling as a catch-all for the month.
Where: Various Locations
What: Memories and cometflies and whatever else.
Warnings: Shady people doing shady things, a dragon nuking Eorzea, hot catholic elves...but nothing too terrible.



MEMORY DIRECTORY & COMETFLY PROMPT

An Arcanist’s Agony (Tataru attempts to be a Summoner but her Carbuncle runs away instead.)

Mining And Morbols (Tataru mines for ore and almost gets eaten by a tentacle monster.)

A Diamond In The Rough (Tataru has a shitty childhood and scams men out of money.)

Answers (Angry dragon Bahamut busts out of the moon and sets everything on fire.)

Heresy On High (Tataru is put to Trial for Heresy by Hot Catholic Elves...)

My Oh My...She Swallowed A Fly! (Tataru swallows a cometfly and chokes.)

Comments

[seemstressed]

_{[Maybe they can't be, but Tataru's always envied such independence. It isn't that she's averse to taking offered help when needed, but there are few things she hates more than a feeling of helplessness. The memory that had played out in full before her had been soaked in just that and it leaves her feeling somewhat antsy, if not restless.]}

I won't sell myself short. I've done quite a bit for our mutual friend, especially during our getaway vacation to Ishgard. Even so...I hope to someday be capable of holding my own in a fight.

_{[Not even for the sake of glory or anything so trivial. Survival is what she cares about above all else...for obvious reasons.]}

[unsundered]

[On the other hand, the Warriors can't be trusted to not put strange objects in their mouths in order to provide item descriptions for how they taste. As long as you're not doing that, you have a leg up on them in at least one important regard, Tataru.

Helplessness, though- that would be something he'd be able to sympathize, unwillingly, with. A horrid experience.]

Well... here, at least, all have been reduced to a level much closer to where you would be starting from. [Is there some bitterness there? Most assuredly.] Even if you can't catch up entirely to those with a natural affinity for violence, with effort, you might be able to hold your own moreso than you would otherwise.

[Survival is a much more valid thing to fight for, really.]

[seemstressed]

<sub>[Please, she has some class.

All she wants to do is survive. It's been that way her entire life. While Emet-Selch may see her as a being that isn't fully formed or actualized from his standpoint, it's impossible to deny the will that Tataru seems to possess. His words are a comfort and encouragement all the same, even if there's a tinge of bitterness coating them. She straightens in place, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.]</sub>

You're right. It would be foolish of me to not take advantage of the opportunity presented to better my skills. I've been practicing and studying...but it hasn't been enough. I've no desire to be a hero but I'll be damned if I can't learn how to protect myself. _{[There's a small pause as she lifts a finger to wag at him, teasingly.]} You're to still help me, you know!

<sub>[Gotta learn that dank Ascian magic.

The commotion seems to have faded away, Ul'dah itself shifting into a setting of how it was before tragedy unfolded, the hum of the city returning outside. With the Lalafell's smile growing wider she gestures toward the exit, offering up an invitation to the Garlean.]</sub>

I know it may not be to your Garlean tastes, but would you like to take a look around with me before we go? I promise I won't make you walk too much in the hot sun.

[unsundered]

[For an insect, she was overflowing with determination, he would agree. And if that insect wants to take up a sword, wants to learn only the dankest of magics- who was he to hold her back?]

As soon as we awake, I'll be sure to seek you out.

[Except then he doesn't wake up and it's a mess for a few days... but after that, at least he'll be able to stay awake during those lessons! It's all uphill from here....

But the scene changes, and has Emet-Selch glancing around, taking in the new hum of a city intact. Either restored and blissfully unaware of what awaited it, or successfully rebuilt, he can't tell- but it's an offer that gets a half-shrug, but a slow pace towards the exit and the bustle of the city proper.]

Garlemald is not to my tastes either, so Ul'dah will undoubtedly be no worse. [There was Amaurot and then... everything else was on a level of 'not as good'.] Were there any areas you particularly favored? Any fond memories of the city?

[Or was it all shady business and child labor?]

[seemstressed]

_{[Well, that's true at least. Ul'dah at least oozed culture and commerce, whether it was to the city's detriment or not. There was definitely shady business and child labour (which he may or may not catch a glimpse of a much younger Tataru blackmailing idiot men, depending) but the city had its charm as well. Metaphorical diamonds hidden among the rough of its interior.]}

Quite a few! It was my home. I've always been fond of the markets and I'll admit I've had quite a few interesting evenings at The Gold Saucer...

_{[That sounds...shadier than it actually is.]}