Prince Pieuje's Hair is Still Frightening.

Rank 10 is so close I can taste it. I have 9-1 cued up, and we're going to try and finish it tonight.

Which just leaves 9-2.

0_o


I got a Thief's Knife tonight. It's level 70, and I'm only 50, but still. I have it! Got an item needed for the first Zilart mission, as well. Tonberries are ugly and hurt when they hit me, and they hoarde keys like you wouldn't believe, but we're done there now, so it doesn't matter.

And I got Dream Boots. :3 Which actually don't look as snazzy with the robe and hat as my Sprinter's Shoes do, but, hey! I also got a Rabbit Belt, which turns me into a wild rabbit / forest hare / rarab / whatever they're going by in your corner of Vana'diel. I hopped around town for about an hour while we waited for everyone to assemble.

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We're heading out for Cape Terrigan now (hooray for Outpost Warps!), where Velociraptors roam both free and violently. Back to following the Bouncing Atomic Squirrel (perhaps better known as Carbuncle to the lesser mortals). That thing's tail is in at least half of my screenshots and videos.

edit:
9-1 finished! Death ensued. Rather a lot of death. But we still won somehow! Barely. Tomorrow, as planned, we're meeting for 9-2 and I'm so nervous even now that my hands are shaking. Or maybe that's fatigue.
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There's an NPC in the past named Jeremias. I found this both amusing and kind of annoying all at once. He's a Hume, and I'm not sure if that makes it better or worse.


I leave you with this rough draft of part of a conversation from a fic Aniko is making me write:

"Sorry," he apologized, and stopped. "You don't know it wouldn't work."
"I can guess."
"We've managed not to kill each other so far," he teased.
"That's hardly an acceptable standard."

To be fair to the first speaker, yes, a lesser likelihood of being murdered is something to look for in a potential partner. One shouldn't ever forget this. And, really, the second speaker's just in something like denial, and they both know it.

The Moment of Truth

It is time! We have gathered ourselves together far away in the north: Fauregandi, the Qu'Bia Arena.

The Princes and their troops are off doing whatever it is they're off doing, and we Adventurers are sitting around the entrance to the battlefield discussing tactics. There are eight of us, but because it's a BC fight, only six can enter at a time. Six will go in and fight while two sit out, and then once they've (hopefully) won, two from the full party will swap with the two remaining, and we'll go fight again.

I am in the second group.


The last time I was in the second group, it was Promyvion-Dem, way back in late autumn of 2005. But we don't talk about Promyvion-Dem, because I did eventually beat it, even if it did take forty tries and by the end I knew the way by heart and could navigate it - without getting aggro - with my eyes shut.


I am so nervous!


First group just went in. I'm going to go watch the text in the chat log and try to determine how they're doing.