Emillion NPCs (emillionnpcs) wrote in emillion, @ 2013-04-09 07:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | !group thread, !npc: vivian xi, !plot: founders festival, peony min |
They say a picture says a thousand words, But I would trade a thousand pictures to hear one of yours
Who: Vivian Xi, Peony & Open
What: A series of appearances/locations that she ends up in throughout the day.
Where: Various locations during the festival.
When: Day One.
Rating: PG?
Status: Incomplete.
OOC NOTE: This is a series of places that PC's can catch Vivian at during various points through out the day. Any player is welcome to hop on and interact with her. Please put the location selection and if the interaction is open to others in the subject heading. Example: Vivian/Peony/Open - Fireworks display.
[6:49am, Mage's Tower: Tenth Floor.] Eyes lingered across the bedroom floor as dark, wet tresses hung limp around her face. Today would be the hardest day. At least, that was what she kept telling herself. Even with that knowledge, even with any bits of encouragement she could muster, all of her insides felt heavy. Like they were being weighed down upon with large slabs of rock. Just lifting her head to glance at the bird chirping at her windowsill was exhausting. Depression was what the doctor had called it and she'd hushed him, swearing the man to secrecy. A leader did not show weakness, a Guild Master could not let all of those who studied and struggled beneath her see that some little bit of sadness was capable of nearly incapacitating their figure head. The woman they either looked up to, or at the very least respected on some level. Perhaps, that was part of the problem, would she be looked upon differently if a man? It was an oddly fascinating question and derailed her mind enough from the weight in her heart to jump start herself. Soon, the parade would be underway and she needed to get ready. [11:10am, Parade: During.] Some years, she has joined into the parade, allowing herself to be a made a show of, like everyone else passing by on hoverbikes and floats. Yet this year, she has passed this opportunity on to other members of the guild. From what she manages to glance of their faces when the Mage's Guild contingent moves through, they appear to be joyful, proud to represent their guild, and that weight presses down on her heart again, but her mouth remains firm in it's line. If anyone should approach her, they need not know her burdens. Speaking of those who may approach her, Vivian has made herself a prime target this day for those who may recognize her as the Sage stands in the crowd with many of the other onlookers, simply watching the show go by. That is, assuming they recognize her at all. Over the years, she's spent so much time in the tower, it's no surprise that she's hardly bothered at all while standing with the spectators. [2:05pm, Fighters Guild Exhibition: With the Medics.] The Fighter’s guild are nothing but a group of brutes who wish to bash each other’s heads in for the mere sport of it. All Vivian wants to do is frown, to tell them how ignorant they are to the ways of the world and how they should find something better to do with themselves other than being walking meat sheilds with IQ’s no higher than a potatoe. Yet, she knows this is not true. Regardless, of her feelings on the matter now, or what has transpired in her past to bring her to this point, she must assure the well being of her White Mages. To make sure they are not over worked and that the Fighter’s Guild is not giving them too much trouble. Though, she honestly doubts the latter would be the case as many of the Fighter’s probably owe these Mages more favors and repayment than not. [3:44pm, Technology Display: Roaming.] The gadgets and gizmo’s are a plenty at this year’s showing. While she doesn’t understand how many work, watching these new tools in action, displaying their true abilities and functionality is rather impressive. Surely, these tools will prove to make the lives of the citizens of Emillion much easier. If not now, then eventually. Though, there are a few items that simply leave her baffled. Why would anyone want a shirt that played music as you walked down the street? That simply seems needless and... Potentially quite troublesome for the number of noise complaints that it could cause being reported to city officials. All in all, it’s unfortunate that she could not find a way to bring Machinists under the Mage umbrella of skills and learning. Vivian has always had a strange soft spot for them. [5:50pm, Chocobo Races: Grand stands.] Chocobo’s, while an animal that many in the tower, well, city, seem to be fond of are quite probably one of the things that displease Vivian the most. They are large, brash, bug infested birds that surely they would all be much better without. However, she does not have enough sway to outlaw such a creature from being owned or used within the city walls. While she is not a person situated on seeking power, it is times like this that Vivian almost wishes she was. Then, instead of having to pretend to make nice and enjoy the show like all the other spectators on looking at such events, she could simply call all further races to a halt and be done with them for good. Thankfully for her, being a guild master allows her the freedom to leave one event earlier with a simple excuse of another social engagement, or perhaps an emergency has arisen that will require her attention, and she will be taking advantage of that starting right now. [8:11pm, Fire works: Mingling.] Finally, Vivian can breath. While the first day of the festival may be the hardest, but the first evening is also the most rewarding. Ever since she was a little girl, so many long years ago, she’s had a deeply ingrained fondness for such events that had never waned. In fact, for the first time all day she finally did not feel weighed upon or frustrated with the world around her and was simply able to enjoy what she knew was about to come. A long, relaxing breath was released and the faintest smile began to form. This surely, was her reward for having made it through the day, and she could not think of a better one to have. Several peddler’s shifted through the crowd selling food items and small toys for the children who all awaited lights to explode in the sky in awe. That would be a reward in of itself, but for now, Vivian simply flagged down a man with an idle wave of her hand to purchase one of the sweets he sold. At least this event remained sacred. |