[ You're greeted to a rather strange sight if you happen to be out along the route between Cherrygrove and Violet. There's a woman, somewhere in her mid or late twenties barreling out of the grass with a pair of pidgey's alternating between dive bombing her head and scratching at her shoulders. There are small twigs sticking out of her clothes, many with leaves still attached, and she looks both scratched up and bruised. Neither have anything to do with the flying types trying to maim her face. For her part she's cursing up a storm fit to make a PIRATE blush, shielding her face and head as best she can with one arm, the other holding a large, familiar green mottled egg. ]
Off- OFF!!! I need breakfast and I'm tired of poisonous berries! Go lay another and leave me be!
❖ Decide someone should probably warn her about trying to eat Pokemon eggs... ❖ Enjoy the show. Why not? This mess isn't YOUR problem. ❖ Throw some Pokeballs! ... What? You're HELPING! ❖ Try to steal the egg for yourself! ❖ Somehow get dragged into this madness.
[ She fusses, frustrated but not without understanding. Only natural that they'd want to defend their young, but seriously a woman's gotta eat! And what's more, she has a hungry nerd to feed! ]
▶ Network Post; 3 months in game
[ The top of a marked face appears at the bottom of the feed, vibrant sea green eyes and a mop of platinum blonde hair hanging in the shot, a shock of whiter hair coloring the tip of the bangs. Judging by the way the feed trembles in a rhythm it's apparent that the woman filming is walking.
Walking shaky cam. Exciting, right? Well, don't worry, there's definitely a voiceover coming, and if the crinkle at the corner of those eyes is any indication then there's some mischief afoot. ]
Morning to the rest of you out there. For those of you who didn't know, we're here at the Ruins of Alph, hoping to uncover the mystery of the unown!
[ That last part is said in a dramatic stage whisper sort of way, the camera turning to show Ziva approaching a very tall, well dressed man currently absorbed in a stack of papers held in hand. Even in those brief seconds that the camera has landed on him he can be seen occasionally glancing from the papers to the ruins just in front of him. If he's aware of Ziva's approach he doesn't show it. Ziva uses the opportunity to circle him a bit, still speaking. ]
However, the greater mystery is standing before us right now! For your consideration, a wild Urianger. Studious, focused, master of the arcane! Not to mention a font of... very, very complicated words that usually spell out some form of wisdom or other. I've been observing him for the last three days and have yet to see him move so much as an ilm from this spot. Perhaps it's some form of meditative stance!
[ Ziva leave the man alone please. ]
What a find! I had to document this for posterity.
I'ziva Ganajai • Final Fantasy XIV
▶ Network Post; 3 months in game