Blackburn (Part 2)

Vyse GilderBalmung: "... He says, taking out his weapon." Vyse sighs. "Oi, that's not what we're here for!" He yells, first at the attacker, only for it to quickly be aimed at just about everyone else. What happened to what Salem said moments ago?
Vaega NavarroBalmung || The miqo'te's hackles raise and his breathing picks up- his eyes darting across the crowd... and then for any possible cover. He was an engineer, not a fighter.
Sui EclairBalmung nods to Llinos and Lune, recognizing the girl as Alynne. "—Put away your weapons! We're not here to fight!"
Vio TerrellBalmung doesn't draw her rapier just yet, though her visible eye and the focus at her hip glows. "Gods, be civilized."
Lawrence FathiBalmung: "No killing!" The mercenaries haven't gotten that memo, lunging at the rest of them.
Ruran VasBalmung 's posture tenses. He unsheathes his sword and shield, but he does not attack. He keeps his shield in front of him, and his sword  at his side. "Please, let us talk this over!" He adds his voice to the others' attempts.
Laelia BelisarBalmung 's rifle flashes into her hand. "Next person to step forward gets kneecapped! Now will you *calm the hells down* and talk to us?"
Lawrence FathiBalmung: <SOMETHING IS HAPPENING!>
Lawrence FathiBalmung throws down the lancer that had struck him, planting a boot on their chest to pin them there.
Lawrence FathiBalmung doesn't notice another charging right for his flank!
Voldo Blackburn hops down, smashing the man with an impressive drop kick.
Llinos SilvernailBalmung swore and retreated a step, hand clutching at the silver swept handle of her wand.  But she did not draw, that is until the mercenaries lunged.  Seeing Lune not having a weapon at his side, she tugged at his sleeve and gesture for him to get back.  Not that Llinos was any better off, but at least she could defend.
Voldo Blackburn: "What the hells are you all waiting for? Go! Get that girl!" The tonfa wielder dispatches another lancer.
Lawrence FathiBalmung stammers, "R-right!" He turns to the group, "Denz, Sui, Llinos, Lune!" He's already running.
Denz BayleBalmung didn't need much further convincing, letting out a roar as he rushed headlong into the group of mercenaries, blade at the ready.
Vaega NavarroBalmung || Lune winced, his ears folding back- "..R-Right!!!" if there was one thing he could do right now, it'd be to book it."
(Voldo Blackburn) [★ STOP TYPING! ★] Something is happening... <se.6>
Lawrence FathiBalmung is running off.
Sui EclairBalmung nods hastily, not knowing who the mystery man was, readying her weapon and running off.
(Voldo Blackburn) The attackers look to Lawrence's group, and a duskwight lets out a roaring: "DON'T LET THEM GRAB THE GIRL!" -- but as they dash forward, Voldo pinches, keeping them at bay,
(Voldo Blackburn) And he's not half bad.
(Voldo Blackburn) ( This is a freeform fight. Be flashy; have fun, and go wild! Please use /party to type. )
(Voldo Blackburn) ( There's about ten of them; Miqo'te, Hyuran or Duskwight. )
(Voldo Blackburn) ( Feel free to design or take your own NPCs. I may ask for rolls at random. )
(Voldo Blackburn) ( In order: Laelia, Vyse, Vio, Ruran. )
(Voldo Blackburn) ( Feel free to chat in-between action RP posts, such as callouts, or discussion. )
(Voldo Blackburn) [You can resume the role-play.] <se.7>
(Laelia BelisarBalmung) Jeanne sighs. No killing. Right. She had to be *precise*, which meant...The woman falls back behind the others, tilting the brim of her hat up *just* a little, and takes aim. First shot cracks out, misses. She frowns and nudges her hat up a little more. Two more cracks and one of the miqote is disarmed, dropping his weapons in order to clutch a bleeding hand. That's better.
(Vyse GilderBalmung) Vyse doesn't have time to be impressed, though impressed he is. He knows how to take a hint. It takes only a second for him to lock on to a target— a nimble looking elezen brigand with a long revolver who seemed like they were seconds from high-tailing it out of dodge. "Look alive, chump!" He taunts, only to perform a lightning-quick maneuver much like Shukuchi to appear at their back, with a spin-kick as hello.
(Vio TerrellBalmung) Vio heaves a dramatic sigh as she pulls her rapier from its sheathe, "Alright, have it your way. ????heads." She spits and lassos a Duskwight mercenary with an aetherial tether, using it to lunge for them swfitly and uses the speed to violently ram her fist and the pommel of her weapon into the merc's stomach in an attempt to knock him out.

(Ruran VasBalmung) Following the others' lead, Ruran joins the fray. As one miqo'te rushes toward him in turn, he ducks. Instead of using his blade, he bashes his shield forward, knocking the fighter off his feet and stunning him for a moment. He looks about, trying to protect others as well as himself.
(Voldo Blackburn) [★ STOP TYPING! ★] Something is happening... <se.6>
(Voldo Blackburn) Well geared, but nothing more. No better than the highwaymen that litter the smaller roads between Camp Dragonhead and Fallgourd. Yobs hired to deter, not to kill. The character Laelia disarmed clutches their hand, and, as they are insulting her, a massive Hellsguard - the only one of the group, appears behind her, ready to strike.
(Voldo Blackburn) On Vyse's end, that was pretty quick; the target easily dispatched... 'Til a well adjusted trident-wielder charges, anyway.
(Voldo Blackburn) Ruran's stun is efficient, but his opponent remains, fist weapons at the ready. He feints to the masker midlander's side.
(Voldo Blackburn) Nothing's easier for Vio than to secure her initial opponent... But then, a miqo'te girl tackles her from the side.
(Voldo Blackburn) On Voldo's end of things, a man looking to strike from the back is simply kicked after a half turn, and another projected against a wall.
(Voldo Blackburn) [You can resume the role-play.] <se.7>
(Voldo Blackburn) "Dogs. Who hired you?!" Is what the tonfa-wielder asks. There's no answer.
(Voldo Blackburn) (( the masked midlander* :pensive: ))
(Laelia BelisarBalmung) Jeanne is momentarily distracted by Voldo -- or more particularly by his weapons. Her gaze lingers on him a bit too long as she goes to reload -- allowing a *Hellsguard*, of all people, to sneak up on her. His ensuing swing sends her smashing into the nearby wall, knocking the wind straight out of her; she fumbles to regain purchase of her rifle, takes aim at the man's meaty knees, and fires. Dazed as she is, Twelve knows if she hits her mark.
(Vyse GilderBalmung) "One down, a bunch to— ngh!" Vyse grunts, his gloating plainly interrupted by a wide swing of the trident-wielder, keeping him at bay. He makes multiple attempts at swipes with his legs and the flats of his swords, but the experienced lancer knows how to counter each strike. He can't get upstaged by some old, fork-wielding, one-eyed... wait. One-eyed. "How about some new tricks, old man?" He flings his weapons wide, an easy dodge— but enough to lodge them into the loose wood underfoot. >
(Vyse GilderBalmung) And then, in an instant, two quick bursts of aether with handsigns— followed by a burst of lightning that strikes the two metallic blade-shaped conductors. Enough to rattle, and more than enough to distract. And then? A swift kick to the head.
Keeen SixtythreeBrynhildr seems lost in thought.
(Vio TerrellBalmung) "Oof--" She falls to the ground at the tackle, dropping her rapier that skids off to the side. She's quick to grab onto the miqo'te though and rolls them around to grab her face-- covering her attacker's eyes with her hand as she slams their head onto the ground. "/Sleep./" She hisses through her teeth, her focus glowing as she casts a sleeping spell.
(Ruran VasBalmung) Ruran winces as the miqo'te's well-placed punch impacts his side, and he staggers sideways. If not for the armor, he might've cracked a rib. Clenching his jaw with increasing determination, the runes of his sword begin to glow faintly gold. With surprising speed, he thrusts his blade in sharp and quick strikes at the man's legs, trying to avoid anything fatal, but unafraid of drawing blood.
(Voldo Blackburn) [★ STOP TYPING! ★] Something is happening... <se.6>
(Voldo Blackburn) Laelia manages; just the foot, instead of the knee. Enough for Voldo to take notice, and intervene. Assuming a different stance, the man moves past Ruran, to strike at the Hellsguard's spine. There's a flash of lightning, easily assumed to be transfused through the strange weapons he's wielding. The Roegadyn lets out a gasp, and falls to his knees, then face-first, some fulm away from Jeanne.

(Voldo Blackburn) [★ STOP TYPING! ★] Something is happening... <se.6>
(Voldo Blackburn) The fight ensues, or finishes - slowly. The opponents wind down faster, their endurance failing them, their skill easily outmatched. Spells, thrusts, shots, magic; it ends.
(Voldo Blackburn) A good portion of the group is knocked out by that time, and the others are crawling, receding, fleeing; unable to fight back.
(Voldo Blackburn) In particular, the miqo'te facing Ruran, raises a hand "We'll talk, we'll talk! Just... Stop... Stop it! Stop that. Stop!"
(Voldo Blackburn) Voldo huffs, lowering his weapons.
(Voldo Blackburn) Violaine gets a pretty bad cut on her arm - but besides a few really bad bruises, the others should be fine.
(Voldo Blackburn) [You can resume the role-play.] <se.7>
(Voldo Blackburn) (The Miqo'te stands in (A).)
(Laelia BelisarBalmung) Jeanne hefts herself up with a low groan, bracing herself against the wall in order to return to her feet. Unlike Ruran she wasn't really armored, and bruised ribs were no fun. Still, the pilot seems otherwise in one piece, and wanders over with some amusement to help pincer the miqo'te between her and Ruran. "*Now* you wanna talk," she drawls.
(Ruran VasBalmung) Ruran slowly lowers his weapon, although he still keeps his guard. He glances to the others, silently assessing their conditions.
(Voldo Blackburn) Voldo flips the knocked-out Roegadyn over with his foot and a bit of strength, still looking over to Ruran and the others. The Miqo'te is holding her leg, showing teeth to Laelia in a hiss.
(Vyse GilderBalmung) Vyse had been handling most of the nimbler folks, acting as a bodyguard for the exit rather than hunting down prime dangerous targets. He developed a small pile of mercs that he'd been kicking them all into— though he has bruises to show that he got kicked around plenty himself. No wounds, at least— he seemed used to the former. "Well, about time, yeah? What with that being what we wanted in the first place... but hey. Better late than never." He recovers his weapons, and joins the group.
(Vio TerrellBalmung) Vio wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, blood staining the black cloth of her gloves a deep maroon. She walks over to her rapier to snatch it up with her good arm, seething at those who are left surrendering. She murmurs something about them being pieces of chocobo shit under her breath.
(Vyse GilderBalmung) Vyse pats Vio on the shoulder, as if to say, 'That was badass.'
(Laelia BelisarBalmung) Jeanne very maturely makes a face at the miqo'te in response to the hiss. Don't make her get the spray bottle.
(Vio TerrellBalmung) Vio receives some emotional support from Vyse's pat.
(Voldo Blackburn) Voldo puts his tonfas away. The strange, mechanical items fold themselves in a whirr, and they're attached on either side of his belt.
(Vyse GilderBalmung) Vyse is very supportive.
(Vyse GilderBalmung) "Well, we're all ears."
(Voldo Blackburn) The Miqo'te makes the 'cat no banana' face. As though she felt the spray bottle before it came.
(Laelia BelisarBalmung) lmao ))
(Voldo Blackburn) (A) Miqo'te Brawler: "We were just hired to keep that girl from adventurers like you, isall, all right? Nothing PERSONAL."
(Voldo Blackburn) (A) Miqo'te Brawler: "Now let us go. All right? And we'll say none of this ever happened. Yeah?"
(Voldo Blackburn) Voldo chimes in: "Or we could call the local authority. Also an option, yeah?"
(Voldo Blackburn) (A) The Miqo'te Brawler pales at the idea. "Nononono. Nooo."
(Vio TerrellBalmung) "Better start talking then. Tell us everything you know."
(Ruran VasBalmung) Ruran looks back at the Miqo'te on the ground. "Did they tell you why to keep us from her?"
(Laelia BelisarBalmung) "Well obviously." Jeanne sighs, pulling a flask from her belt and taking a quick swig. Damn that meathead roe. "Whether we do or not depends on how helpful you wanna be. You can start by telling us *who* hired you and why they want the girl protected."

(Voldo Blackburn) (A) Miqo'te Brawler: "I'm not saying SHITE unless you promise me you're not calling the motherfucking tin cans," she warns, uncomfortably. Not a lot of leverage here, and she knows it.
(Voldo Blackburn) A few of the other thugs gather themselves, but do not seem willing nor ready to attack. They wait for the Miqo'te's words. Their leader, maybe?
(Vyse GilderBalmung) "Pirate's honor, then. I'm not exactly on best terms with the Ishgard Feds myself. We can keep this whole thing under wraps for the both of us. So long as you don't give us the abridged version, that is."
(Laelia BelisarBalmung) "We just *said* we won't call them if you talk, you stupid cat." She glances sidelong to the returners, keeping half  an eye on them just in case.
(Voldo Blackburn) (A) Miqo'te Brawler: "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME, YOU LITTLE--" She hisses. Her leg. It hurts. Shooting a glare at Laelia, she bites at air. "Outlandish fucks, okay?"
(Voldo Blackburn) [★ STOP TYPING! ★] Something is happening... <se.6>
(Voldo Blackburn) (A) Miqo'te Brawler: "Not unlike your friend, over here," she nods in Voldo's direction - the only stranger factor in the group. He remains still and quiet, and she continues: "Said to roughen up anybody who'd approach the girl 'til she was out of the city. Including authorities. As long as it was manageable, anyways. Paid a lot of money. Didn't see their faces."
(Voldo Blackburn) (A) Miqo'te Brawler: "Would've moved my ass as far as Kugane with the amount of gil they paid us. But you!" She grunts. "They said you were useless chaps! My ass!"
(Voldo Blackburn) (A) Miqo'te Brawler: "Pirate's honor, right," to Vyse, tentatively. "Well... There's like... There was like one dude who showed his face, methinks. Duskwight, like cousin Merlaut over there."
(Voldo Blackburn) (A) Miqo'te Brawler: "He's the one who paid us. Babbled about his captain being generous, so I'm guessing there was someone above him. Middle man."
(Voldo Blackburn) (A) Miqo'te Brawler: "Not sure what they wanted in Ishgard, to be honest. Didn't talk like Eorzeans, looked Eorzean. 'Think some nobleman let them in the city easy. Likely been paid too. Plenty of lordlings in need of cash, especially in the Hoooooly Seeeeee these days."
(Voldo Blackburn) (A) Miqo'te Brawler: "My FUCKING LEG!"
(Voldo Blackburn) [You can resume the role-play.] <se.7>
(Voldo Blackburn) (A) Miqo'te Brawler: "Can we PLEASE go now."
(Ruran VasBalmung) "Mm. Someone well-funded, then..." He offers a small look of sympathy behind the mask for her leg, but it only lasted for a moment as he remembered why she was there. "They didn't talk like Eorzeans? What did they talk like?" He left the question of them going to someone else.
(Vyse GilderBalmung) Vyse crosses his arms, cracking his neck this way and that while the information settled. "Pirate's honor. You don't sound like you're lying— were just hired for good coin, doing the job you were paid to do. It's clear you don't have stake in the specifics." He looks between the rest in present. "I figure we won't ruin this group's livelihood just 'cause their job went sour. No fault of theirs, anyway."
(Vio TerrellBalmung) Vio slowly steps up to the Miqo'te, aiming her rapier as if to stab her... but she stabs it into the ground beside her instead and kneels down to inspect her leg, despite bleeding herself. "Don't bite off more than you can chew. Your lives aren't worth anything to fucks like them."
(Laelia BelisarBalmung) 'I ain't in a place to judge." Jeanne shrugs, but it's clear she's in agreement with Vyse.
Laelia BelisarBalmung shrugs at Vyse GilderBalmung.
Vyse GilderBalmung: Vyse nods at Ruran's proposition. "Look like Eorzeans, don't sound like 'em... Dalmascan, maybe?"
(Voldo Blackburn) (A) Miqo'te Brawler: She hisses at Violaine's approach, loud. Her eyes dart to Vyse, though Ruran's question has been noted: "...Dunnae. Outlandish, I fucking tell you."
(Vyse GilderBalmung) whoops forgot to keep it in party ))
(Laelia BelisarBalmung) "Or Thavnairian, or Sharlayan...that's too broad a brush. Hell, they could be Imperial conscripts for all we know."
(Voldo Blackburn) "Garleans," Voldo notes.
(Voldo Blackburn) "Not conscripts. Privateers."
(Voldo Blackburn) He tsks, already ready to leave.
(Vyse GilderBalmung) Vyse glances in the direction of the mystery man. "... What makes you so positive, masked savior?"
(Voldo Blackburn) Vyse's humor just goes right through him. "Things I'm not discussing here," he looks down to the miqo'te. "Not with the likes of them around."
(Voldo Blackburn) (A) has been resolved.

(Vio TerrellBalmung) She's unfazed by the hiss as she weaves a small cure into the Miqo'te's leg, easing her pain enough that she can leave with her gang without them having to carry her. "Go on, shoo." She stands.
(Vyse GilderBalmung) "... So we're discussing."
(Vyse GilderBalmung) Vyse shrugs. Weirder things have happened.
(Voldo Blackburn) The entire groups scrambles off, leaving them alone in a matter of seconds, some of the thugs supporting each other out of the city.
(Voldo Blackburn) Voldo just looks to Vyse. Whatever visor he's wearing, it feels as though he can see with it.
(Laelia BelisarBalmung) "There. That better?"
(Voldo Blackburn) "Salemtaza's Voyage, I take it?"
(Vio TerrellBalmung) "Yeah, so. Who the seven hells are you?" She glares at Voldo, still seething from the fight.
(Ruran VasBalmung) As the mercenaries scramble, Ruran puts away his weapons. "Yes--your assistance was appreciate, but...who are you?"
(Voldo Blackburn) "I've been meaning to introduce myself for a while. And I tried to, though that miqo'te woman from the Order didn't make it fun. Nor easy."
(Ruran VasBalmung) *appreciated))
(Voldo Blackburn) "You can call me Blackburn."
(Voldo Blackburn) "...Heard of you since your exploits in Idyllshire."
(Voldo Blackburn) "Our meeting is... Purely coincidental."
(Vyse GilderBalmung) "... Lux." Vyse says, to himself.
(Vio TerrellBalmung) "That's our Lux." She sheathes her rapier, easing up a bit.
(Voldo Blackburn) "Something like that. Yeah."
(Voldo Blackburn) There's an awkward silence. Voldo just kind of... Stands here.
(Vio TerrellBalmung) "What's got you so interested in our exploits, Blackburn?"
(Vyse GilderBalmung) "Well, coincidence aside." Vyse doesn't seem fazed by Blackburn's choice of eyewear. His goggles aren't exactly normal either. "To the Voyage, then. If we aught not chase after the other half of our entourage."
(Laelia BelisarBalmung) "You must get around, Mister Blackburn." She bobs her head to the side. "A highlander in Idyllshire wielding magitek with knowledge of Garlean privateers. I feel like I should be running a checklist or something."
(Vio TerrellBalmung) "Ah, hells." Vyse's reminder has her looking in the direction the other group ran to.
(Voldo Blackburn) "You don't get to note that, Miss. Not with the nonsensical group you lot form. As colorful as an old sailor's row of insults."
Laelia BelisarBalmung bursts out laughing at you.
(Ruran VasBalmung) "Still, you seem to know quite a bit, Blackburn..." He quietly notes.
(Laelia BelisarBalmung) "Eh. Touche. But you *do* have me curious."
(Voldo Blackburn) "I think I know what your group is after. It's a Heart, innit?" Whatever that was. "So were they. For a while, too. Idyllshire was one of the last locations they checked."
(Voldo Blackburn) "The crate with the damned thing flew to Ishgard before they could get it. And before you guys could get it, it'd seem."
(Voldo Blackburn) "They were one step aside, better luck next time." He adjusts his sash, looking over to Vyse. "As guarded as your ship is? I'm not getting in."
(Ruran VasBalmung) Ruran makes a quiet, thoughtful sound, looking down.
(Voldo Blackburn) "...Unless."
(Vio TerrellBalmung) Vio narrows her gaze on Blackburn again and she rips off her hat, pressing it to her bleeding arm. "Unless?"
(Vyse GilderBalmung) Vyse stares blankly. It takes him a minute. He just shrugs, with a despondent sigh. "Aye, something like that." No point in mincing words with how much this man knew. "... Unless?"
(Voldo Blackburn) "/You/ need a healer." To Vio, distractedly.
(Laelia BelisarBalmung) Jeanne just...scrunches her face at the mention of a Heart. Seven Hells, how far out of the loop was she?
(Voldo Blackburn) "...You moved as far as Dravania for artefacts, and now Ishgard. Reckon you could go a little further."
(Voldo Blackburn) "I know where they're going next. You have the men to stop them, don't you?" He's getting a little ahead of himself. What? Stop who now?
(Voldo Blackburn) "...Why are you all looking at me /like that/?"
(Vyse GilderBalmung) "Just wondering about something."
(Voldo Blackburn) "Just shoot already."
(Vyse GilderBalmung) "What do you get out of this whole exchange, Blackburn?"
(Vyse GilderBalmung) "Seems like a whole lot to stick your neck out for, leaping from balconies to join brawls, dropping information about Garlean sky privateers... seems high stakes. What's the benefit for you?"
(Voldo Blackburn) He lingers a little bit. "You'd question your own countrymen when it comes to hatred of Garlemald? Come on." He tries, but it's too half-hearted to be believable.
(Voldo Blackburn) "Pirate's honor, goggle face. You throw these kind of words around just like that?"
(Voldo Blackburn) "You a flyer?"
(Vyse GilderBalmung) "... I've met some passable folks from Garlemald, and some gutter trash from my homeland. I don't judge, not in my profession."
(Vyse GilderBalmung) "Make assumptions about anyone and you're liable to get stabbed in the back."
(Voldo Blackburn) "Then don't look too deep into it. I hate them, and they're toying with things they shouldn't be toying with. I want them subdued."
(Laelia BelisarBalmung) Jeanne glances to Vyse with approval.
(Voldo Blackburn) "I have information. You have a ship."
(Vio TerrellBalmung) "Here to join our merry little band then."
(Vyse GilderBalmung) "Good— glad to hear it's that simple. Don't try to dress it up, next time."
(Vyse GilderBalmung) "All in favor?" He looks to the rest of them.
(Laelia BelisarBalmung) "Let the good Father sort him out, then. If Salem doesn't strangle him it probably means he's alright."
(Ruran VasBalmung) "They need to be stopped, regardless," Ruran says, mostly to himself, looking up.
(Voldo Blackburn) "I fly alone." He interjects. "But I do need a ride."
(Voldo Blackburn) "Strangle-- what now?"
(Vio TerrellBalmung) "I Fly Alone." She mocks with a deeper voice. "Whatever. Jeanne's right."
(Laelia BelisarBalmung) "Nothing! You'll be fine. Probably."
(Voldo Blackburn) "Just take me to your landing already. All right?"
(Vyse GilderBalmung) "As agreeable as it gets."

(Vyse GilderBalmung) "Airship landing it is."
(Voldo Blackburn) (( FLDKGDKGLF ))
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Voldo Blackburn: "They're here."
Vyse GilderBalmung: "Convenient, huh..."
Voldo Blackburn stays behind for a bit.
Denz BayleBalmung: "Ah, they're back."
(Voldo Blackburn) im vyse calling the meta
Laelia BelisarBalmung: "How'd it go? You get the girl?"
Sui EclairBalmung looks tired.
Vio TerrellBalmung steadies a breath, looking over at everyone.
Vaega NavarroBalmung || Lune pointedly kept his head down, looking terribly somber beside Sui.
Vyse GilderBalmung looks between the lot of them, how they look— he looks utterly covered in bruises, but otherwise as fine as usual.
Lawrence FathiBalmung removes his helmet, looking over the group tiredly. He doesn't immediately answer, glancing to Voldo.
(Vio TerrellBalmung) im blackburn hiding behind vio
(Voldo Blackburn) he is.
Llinos SilvernailBalmung looked grim as she walked in with her comrades, neither pleased nor too outwardly displeased.
Denz BayleBalmung tugs off his helmet, expression blank as his features were revealed. Seeing Lawrence's hesitation, he keeps quiet.
Lawrence FathiBalmung: "The girl is in custody, whatever she didn't say will be... well, it's not the concern of the rest of us."
Voldo Blackburn looks over to Lawrence, but stays otherwise silent, keeping to himself.
Lawrence FathiBalmung: "Our custody." He is quick to correct.
Ruran VasBalmung doesn't look worse for wear. He glances from face to face. "Oh..?"
Lawrence FathiBalmung: "Don't be shy, ser. You helped us, earlier." He beckons the man over.
Sui EclairBalmung: "Right. Our custody."
Lawrence FathiBalmung doesn't look pleased about their outcome.
Voldo Blackburn doesn't move.
Vyse GilderBalmung: "... Everyone looks real dour." Vyse says, plain. "... Our? Or Ishgard's?"
Laelia BelisarBalmung lifts a brow, studying each expression carefully. "What's that mean?"
Vyse GilderBalmung looks to Sui, at this.
Lawrence FathiBalmung: "Our." Pointed. An answer.
Vyse GilderBalmung glances at Lawrence, where the answer comes. Only more confusion, then, for why the mood has fallen.
Voldo Blackburn: "...What did she say? The girl."
Vio TerrellBalmung looks like shit, but what's new? Covered in a few bruises and blood. She was holding her arm, pressing her hat to an injury. "That's... good." She's hesitant, unsure considering everyone's expressions.
(Voldo Blackburn) vio time to go see the DOCTOR
Lawrence FathiBalmung: "Almost nothing." He starts, then looks to the group. They can convey the answers.
Ruran VasBalmung shifts his feet uneasily, unsure what to think.
(Vio TerrellBalmung) sits in the shame-medbay
Lawrence FathiBalmung looks to Llinos and Sui, especially.
(Voldo Blackburn) llinos is here if ever
(Voldo Blackburn) give her some.. medical action
Vaega NavarroBalmung || Lune blinks slowly, sighing through his nose, his shoulders slumping. The miqo'te remained silent.
Llinos SilvernailBalmung: "She mentioned Ilsabardians and an elezen man with white eyes."  She looked to the others to see if there was aught she might have missed.
(Vio TerrellBalmung) im waiting for her to post.......
(Vio TerrellBalmung) there we go
Denz BayleBalmung 's lip twitches, shaking his head as he piped up. "She stuck to her convictions and choose a reluctant sharing of the truth."

Voldo Blackburn shifts at Llinos' assession., immediate.
Sui EclairBalmung: "Ah—well." She squints at the newcomer, whom she's sure she's never met. Or why they're sharing this with him suddenly.
Voldo Blackburn: "White eyes, you say?"
Voldo Blackburn even moves past Violaine at that.
Lawrence FathiBalmung: "An outsider." He adds, looking to Voldo.
Ruran VasBalmung: "Does it ring familiar to you?"
Vyse GilderBalmung: "To him, yes."
Sui EclairBalmung: "That's what she said, yes."
Lawrence FathiBalmung says it in a way that it's vaguely either about the elezen or Voldo himself.
Llinos SilvernailBalmung: "That's what she said, I wasn't sure if was being truthful to be honest..."
Llinos SilvernailBalmung: she was*))
Vio TerrellBalmung watches Blackburn for a moment before she wanders up to Sui's side, looking as if she wants to ask Llinos something. She remains quiet though, listening to what's being dropped.
Sui EclairBalmung: "Potentially a sky pirate?" Gauging Voldo's reaction.
Voldo Blackburn: "They had a few duskwights onboard. This one would be the head's right-hand man." He corrects, in Sui's direction. "Privateers. S'what they want to be called, now."
Vyse GilderBalmung doesn't want to be another human shield for Blackburn. He sidles up to Lune and the others, resting a hand on the younger skyfarer's shoulder. He smiles, soft, in spite of the many bruises covering him.
Lawrence FathiBalmung looks stern, suddenly. "You know the group?" He's approaching Voldo.
Sui EclairBalmung: "......Of course. Privateers."
Laelia BelisarBalmung settles on the steps and resumes nursing her flask, content to mostly listen for now.  Every once in a while, if she moves a certain way, it causes her to wince.
Voldo Blackburn doesn't answer Lawrence proper, but it is enough to guess: "...I only have information for those who would chase them right here and right now."
Vyse GilderBalmung: "Lucky for you, then."
Denz BayleBalmung: "They took the Father's artifact. That gives us cause to give chase."
Vaega NavarroBalmung || Lune raises his head with slightly, looking to Vyse and searching his eyes before mustering a weak smile in return. With the conviction instilled in him by a friendly hand, he looked up at at Voldo. "....."
Lawrence FathiBalmung frowns, "You helped me earlier. For that, I owe you the kindness of not bringing /you/ into our custody by force."
Voldo Blackburn: "...What's that Father guy I keep hearing about. You lot adopted siblings? Come on."
Vio TerrellBalmung: "Yes."
Laelia BelisarBalmung: "The boss,"  she replies simply. Swig.
Vyse GilderBalmung gestures his head backward, toward the landing— toward the skimmers. Prepped and ready to shoot off into the sky, if need be. "He's a priest, my guy."
Lawrence FathiBalmung: "...A priest." He sighs, "If you know this group, we have to arrange a meeting with him."
Lawrence FathiBalmung: "Since you speak of 'here and now'."
Voldo Blackburn: "...We don't have those where I come from." For Vyse to hear. He turns back to Lawrence, doubtful. "...I'll take it."
Voldo Blackburn extends a hand in Lawrence's direction.
Vyse GilderBalmung: "Heh. I bet." Vyse says, prideful.
Lawrence FathiBalmung frowns at the relenting on reflex, "..." His head bows in a sigh, reaching a hand to grab the man by the forearm. More than he offered. There's a stern shake, vaguely in the gesture he wanted. But it was also a message he wasn't being let to flee. "Lawrence Fathi, Head of Physical Security."
Voldo Blackburn scoffs. "What kind of title is that?" For himself, more than anything. "Voldo. Voldo Blackburn."
Voldo Blackburn: "Just a flyer from the East."

Lawrence FathiBalmung shakes his head, "Just." He repeats, looking to the expeditioners.
Lawrence FathiBalmung releases Voldo, "Please escort Mr. Blackburn into the Voyage, Denz. Sui."
Vyse GilderBalmung: "Just a flyer from the East... with some very valuable info."
Laelia BelisarBalmung shrugs to Lawrence. Voldo was weird and was definitely bullshitting but he seemed alright to her for now.
Voldo Blackburn looks to whoever was call. New names, new faces.
Lawrence FathiBalmung: "Ruran, please get Father Salem's attention." He orders.
Lawrence FathiBalmung: "The rest..." He lets out air, "You're dismissed."
Denz BayleBalmung: "Of course, sir." *The knight stepped forward, appraising the stranger's features curiously. He stepped aside, gesturing an arm out towards the indicated airship.*
Sui EclairBalmung doesn't seem all that happy to do much right now, but she beckons over when Lawrence calls her name, towards Voldo.
Vyse GilderBalmung: "Gotcha." Vyse says, far too tired to even imitate proper military attention.
Voldo Blackburn: (( Event hard ends now. Thank you so much, everyone! ))
Vaega NavarroBalmung: (( We are blessed, thank you for your hard work!!!))
Vyse GilderBalmung: ayyyyyyyyyy ))
Sui EclairBalmung: thanks!)
Voldo Blackburn: (( There'll be a small ellipsis during which Nathaniel will be contacted, and Voldo taken to his quarters. ))
(Vyse GilderBalmung) good shit team ))
Lawrence FathiBalmung: You guys were great!!!）
Vyse GilderBalmung: great event !!! ))
Laelia BelisarBalmung: "Sir." Jeanne nods and corks her flask, rising to her feet again.
Vio TerrellBalmung 's stare lingered on Voldo for a time... then she looks to Llinos again, smiling lightly. "Uh. This is a bit of an awkward introduction."
Ruran VasBalmung: THANK YOU FOR HOSTING, both of you !! ))
Voldo Blackburn: (( You may RP together now, though it'll canonly happen some many hours (maybe the evening?) after it all transpired! ))
Denz BayleBalmung: ((YOU were great. All of you! Thank you for hosting! ♥))
Laelia BelisarBalmung: Thank you guys sooooooooooooooooo much!!! And thank you for having us! <3 ))
Voldo Blackburn: (( Please clap for LAWRENCE who helped me a LOT! ))
Llinos SilvernailBalmung turns towards Sui and Lune.  To Sui, she offers a weak but encouraging smile, a shade of gratitude for the service they rendered together.  Then she looks to Lune.  "I'm sure the girl will be all right.  Father Salem is not unkind....I think."
Vio TerrellBalmung: thank you both for hosting such a cool event!! ))
Vaega NavarroBalmung claps for Lawrence FathiBalmung.
You cheer Lawrence FathiBalmung on!
Vio TerrellBalmung: that power...... is scary ))
Laelia BelisarBalmung claps for Lawrence FathiBalmung.
Vaega NavarroBalmung cheers Lawrence FathiBalmung on!
Lawrence FathiBalmung: Please clap for Voldo for looking cool as fuck! )
You clap for Lawrence FathiBalmung.
Laelia BelisarBalmung shows Lawrence FathiBalmung her uncontainable jubilation!
Vyse GilderBalmung: both hosts.... v good. ))
Voldo Blackburn: (( Onto phase 2! I hope you guys had fun! ))
You are uncontainably jubilant!
Llinos SilvernailBalmung: Thank you so much for having us!  Very well hosted!))
Lawrence FathiBalmung claps for you.
Sui EclairBalmung just. Looks at Llinos. And doesn't answer that question before leaving off with the two.
You let out a cheer.
You are uncontainably jubilant!