aterat | Pulse 003

Who; Everyone
What; Monthly Pulse!
Where; Throughout the City and Beyond!
When; Throughout September
Warnings; None as of yet, will warn if this changes.

As Summer Fades

The winds from the sea and from the north are chilly as the month changes and life in the city seems to fade back into a sense of normalcy from the celebration last month. The sun is setting earlier in the day and rising later, signs that the summer months are coming to an end and autumn is approaching. Milder temperatures aren't the only suggestions that things are changing in the city. Beginning with the new month and growing in intensity as the month progresses, those sensitive to magic, psychic imprints, or the dead will have a growing sense of foreboding. If observed, the barrier encircling the cemetery, once a nearly imperceptible sheen in the fading light of dusk, wavers like heat off hot stone, and if observed for long enough, it happens in a pattern, as though the wavers have a rhythm. Will the barrier keeping the undead at bay in the cemetery hold?

A Pulse of Business Opportunities

With proof the new arrivals from other worlds are here to stay, several places around town have opened their doors, and their employment opportunities, to all the newcomers. The Guard are hiring patrolmen to help keep the city streets safe. Patrols will be regular and will include keeping the peace in nearly ever quarter of the city. Craftsmen are needed at the Carpentry as rebuilding amps up. A huntsman's lodge has even appeared at the edge of the southern forest, with a working tavern and a room full of gossip.

Another notable addition is the Notice Board that has appeared outside the Market District Pub. It seems to be a place where anyone, natives and foreign arrivals alike, can use this as a place to solicit aid in whatever endeavor they may have at the time. There's a bounty there from the Guard, and also advertisements for local businesses as well as a few choice criticisms on various things in the city, posted by "concerned citizens" (you're free to use your imagination for this graffiti).

Aside from the above mentions, the City and its Environs offers a lot of fodder for exploration and play, and all players are welcome to devise their own encounters and locations as well. In fact, if you want to make them official, you can always submit them to the Content Submission!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

He agreed with Atha's general feelings about it: he wanted the kids with them, but this place was strange and new and who knew what sorts of trouble could come to pass. They also had an entire support network back home in Eorzea: the entire warriors of light, the rest of their own party, Cherry, the entirety of the Kha tribe, Lhaminn... The list was pretty extensive. Here? They had each other. The others were likely good people, but they were unknowns. At the end of the day, though, Aragibal felt that Atha and himself were their best protection.

He reached out and gently touched the drawing, but didn't try to take it from her. "I agree. I wish they were here too." He could only imagine the amount of trouble they'd get scaling the buildings here.

Ara was quiet for a moment after her comment about authority. She was right: she wasn't very good with it, but it would be an excellent opportunity to grow in yet another way. There's a twitch on his face as he remembers another detail.

"The Huntsman's Lodge is also looking for hunters." He offers it in place of the guard duty. He'd be more inclined to push for her to work on her issues with authority, but there was too much going on now. Not being home, not having the kids anywhere accessible. "Certainly more like what we're used to."

(Pretend I didn't fuck up the Lodge's name in previous post haha heehee)

It's probably for the best that Ara doesn't mention the kittens scaling buildings to Atha. Their children might be Miqo'te but that certainly doesn't stop Atha's heart rate from spiking whenever she finds one of the tiny children perched precariously in a ridiculously high place. But Ara's solidarity is soothing and Atha warms with the confidence his emotional agreement brings about the current separation of their little family.

"Hunting." Atha perks up, "I could do that. And you'd be a good cook." A gleam enters Atha's eyes at the mention of Ara cooking, one the man would be very familiar with from their years together. "They'd let you bring home leftovers right?"

The way she perked up brought relief to Ara. He could have kicked himself for not thinking of that first, but, well, he'd had a lot on his mind even for being here this long at this point. Finding ways to fill their time would be a good thing so that they didn't dwell on what was bothering them for too long at a time.

He smiled at the gleam in her eyes, recognizing it as he chuckled. "I'd like to think they'll let me bring leftovers home, but if they don't I'll cook for you anyway." He very gently, playfully elbowed her in the side. "That might be better anyway - I could make all your favorites without having to subject you to whatever the menu was for the day then."

"I'd probably eat it whatever it is," Atha mutters mutinously at the playful elbow and returns it with a poke to Ara's side, "If you cooked it it would be pretty decent regardless of what you had to cook."

All the talk of food interrupts whatever Atha might have said as her stomach inserts itself into the conversation. Atha pushes herself up to stand on the dock, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, "It's breakfast time now ain't it? Come on, you owe me food."

Her compliments for his cooking always warmed his heart. He admitted he was no slouch in the kitchen, but he always likened himself more towards that grandmother that is a super good home cook. "You flatter me as if I'm the master of the culinarian guild." He gave her a wink.

With a laugh he stood up next to her and reached up into a big stretch, even rising up onto his tip toes. He grinned and started towards the apartments, his tail swishing cheerily behind him as he walked. "What do I owe you this morning? Feeling sweet or savory?"

Atha scoffs as Aragibal stretches, "The Culinarian Guild think they're all that but no-one who makes such tiny dishes should be considered a good cook. How in the seven hells is something the size of my toenail and so bloody expensive suppose to feed people?!" The concepts of fine dining continue to pass the Highlander by.

Sweet or savoury...Atha takes a moment or two to think about it before responding "Both. You could do both right?"

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