[ This isn't Lestallum. Iris isn't even sure if this place is in Eos, although there is something familiar about the faint aound of machinery clanking and whirring in the background. That noise quickly fades away, however, as her eyes begin to adjust to the light, the cot she lays on creaking as she shifts, letting the thin sheet fall away as she finally sits upright. And what she sees...
She's no stranger to this sort of arrangement, people piled together in whatever safe space in the city that they could find. Lestallum had become a safe haven once the light had finally retreated from the land, the city acting as the last beacon of salvation after their world was plunged into perpetual night. She was still trying to grapple with the implications of that, so to be plucked from one horrible, confusing, dizzying situation into the next.
Her mouth feels a little dry as the teen finally pushes herself up to stand. A little too quickly, as she grips the metal frame to support her. Her eyes search the room, wide and almost wild, desperately looking for something or someone familiar. Something to hold tight to.
What is this place, how did she..? ]
Up in the Sky
[ Despite coming from much more technologically advanced world than this one, riding on an airship is something Iris has yet to check off her bucket list. So the first moment she's given the opportunity, she takes it without hesitation. If she could be first in line, she would be.
It's a day-long trip, but she isn't about to miss anything by staying down below in the guest quarters. She can be found on the upper deck, leaning against a railing as far forward as she can to get a better view. There's so much here she wants to see. ]
Wow, things look totally different from up here. Makes you feel like you're on top of the world, doesn't it?
[ Oh, were you trying to mind your own business? Too bad, that's not going to happen, and after glancing over at her company, Iris hitches up on her tip-toes, pointing out toward something on the horizon. No fear in this one. ]
Hey, what do you think that is?
Guilds
I don't know, are you sure? I've never really used a sword before...
[ Meet Iris Amicitia. At 5’3”, she doesn't exactly look like she belongs here at the Swordmaster’s guild, yet here she is, a blade held in both hands, the tip rested on the concrete on the ground as she looks up at the recruiter with an uncertain smile on her face.
Because this isn't actually why she's here? She just stopped to ask for directions to the Cavaliers guild, and got pulled in by the sly smile of a sellsword turned salesman. Crap, she's usually better at dealing with this kind of thing, but she did need to find a job soon—or so she's been told. And this should probably come natural, being an Amicitia. How did her brother make this look so easy?
And even as she tries to come up with some excuse to return the weapon and find help elsewhere, she can't even get a word in edgewise. This guy really likes swords, apparently...
Someone please help? ]
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Iris Amicitia | Final Fantasy XV (warning for potential late game spoilers)
[ This isn't Lestallum. Iris isn't even sure if this place is in Eos, although there is something familiar about the faint aound of machinery clanking and whirring in the background. That noise quickly fades away, however, as her eyes begin to adjust to the light, the cot she lays on creaking as she shifts, letting the thin sheet fall away as she finally sits upright. And what she sees...
She's no stranger to this sort of arrangement, people piled together in whatever safe space in the city that they could find. Lestallum had become a safe haven once the light had finally retreated from the land, the city acting as the last beacon of salvation after their world was plunged into perpetual night. She was still trying to grapple with the implications of that, so to be plucked from one horrible, confusing, dizzying situation into the next.
Her mouth feels a little dry as the teen finally pushes herself up to stand. A little too quickly, as she grips the metal frame to support her. Her eyes search the room, wide and almost wild, desperately looking for something or someone familiar. Something to hold tight to.
What is this place, how did she..? ]
Up in the Sky
[ Despite coming from much more technologically advanced world than this one, riding on an airship is something Iris has yet to check off her bucket list. So the first moment she's given the opportunity, she takes it without hesitation. If she could be first in line, she would be.
It's a day-long trip, but she isn't about to miss anything by staying down below in the guest quarters. She can be found on the upper deck, leaning against a railing as far forward as she can to get a better view. There's so much here she wants to see. ]
Wow, things look totally different from up here. Makes you feel like you're on top of the world, doesn't it?
[ Oh, were you trying to mind your own business? Too bad, that's not going to happen, and after glancing over at her company, Iris hitches up on her tip-toes, pointing out toward something on the horizon. No fear in this one. ]
Hey, what do you think that is?
Guilds
I don't know, are you sure? I've never really used a sword before...
[ Meet Iris Amicitia. At 5’3”, she doesn't exactly look like she belongs here at the Swordmaster’s guild, yet here she is, a blade held in both hands, the tip rested on the concrete on the ground as she looks up at the recruiter with an uncertain smile on her face.
Because this isn't actually why she's here? She just stopped to ask for directions to the Cavaliers guild, and got pulled in by the sly smile of a sellsword turned salesman. Crap, she's usually better at dealing with this kind of thing, but she did need to find a job soon—or so she's been told. And this should probably come natural, being an Amicitia. How did her brother make this look so easy?
And even as she tries to come up with some excuse to return the weapon and find help elsewhere, she can't even get a word in edgewise. This guy really likes swords, apparently...
Someone please help? ]
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