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23 hours ago on May 30, 2012 at 05:23pm
Anonymous asked: Tidus
“I treasure him as a comrade. He is beloved by the Wood and her people for his kindness and should he ever need my aid, it would be given without question.”
1 day ago on May 30, 2012 at 12:33am
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1 day ago on May 30, 2012 at 12:27am
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1 day ago on May 30, 2012 at 12:24am
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For once in her long lifetime, Jote feared the Humes’ capabilities for advancement; especially in this realm. Strange devices sped across foul smelling trails, climbing her nostrils in the form of black smoke emitted by exhaust pipes and burning gas. She had yet to encounter creations so horrid in Ivalice; pray it not come to pass until her days lay spent. Truthfully, the immediate encounter suffocated Jote’s delicate senses, nearly causing her to stagger at first inhale.
Despite the nauseating first experience, the Elder travelled onward, calm in her approach toward this intimidating world. Once in a Hume settlement, Jote sought shelter, again without care for her distinguishing height over a majority of the inhabitants. She found that even with her benefitting stature, searching would prove fruitless within the confines of a place completely foreign to her eyes.
Instead of dwelling on this minor setback, the frigid rabbit-woman started anew her tasks, now focused on finding a Hume of hospitable nature. It was then that Jote glimpsed the statuesque figure of a young man, far too easily seen from the masses. Her stride led strong, determination binding her resolve to ask him where she might find rest in such a harrowing environment.
1 day ago on May 30, 2012 at 12:19am
redcoatandgunsmoke asked: "Jote..." It was the first time he said her name. And not addressed her as "Elder" first. He sounded strained - and then the reason why became apparent. It was a monster in the Wood - he'd engaged it, unwisely taking up the challenge. Blood dripped from lacerations brimming with the beast's poison - and his demon side couldn't handle it. With a soft groan, he fell to one knee, and from there, sank slowly to the side, leaning on Rebellion until the end where he lay before her and her Sisters
Blood hung thick in the air long before his arrival, causing disarray within Eruyt. Jote thought its coppery scent disturbingly familiar, unsure as to whom it belonged. Dread nearly choked the breath from her lungs the instant pale ears heard a strained and distinguishable voice. Spinning on pointed heels, the Elder made haste toward Dante. Nearly sliding to kneel the wide-eyed Viera lifted his head, crimson hues narrowed in pained realization and inspecting the ghastly wounds he sported. Without warning she barked out distressed words, calling the Salve Makers for aid. “Find him a bed to rest!” Whatever the cause for his damage, she intended to restore to former health.
1 day ago on May 29, 2012 at 10:07pm
Jote had only just risen, still bogged down by light slumber.
“Jote?”
“Ah, Tidus. How fare you?” Tired hues focused on the blonde, a dark hand rubbing briefly at heavy eyelids. Jote had only just risen, still bogged down by light slumber.
2 days ago on May 29, 2012 at 04:35pm
“Jote.” Firion nodded his head towards the tall Viera. “It is a pleasure to meet you again, Miss.”
“Greetings Firion. How fare you this day?” Her tasks postponed in favor of idle chat, straightening herself to full height.
2 days ago on May 29, 2012 at 04:30pm
"You will leave at once."
Jote is the Viera Elder of Eruyt village. Most of her days as elder passed peacefully, but then one day, her sister Fran showed interest in leaving the Wood. Jote, along with the other elders of the Wood, tried to convince her otherwise, however Fran followed her heart and did what she thought was right. She removed herself from the village and abandoned her sisters. Jote, having to respect the Law of Wood, (despite the fact that it crushed her), forbid Fran any entry through the Wood; she and the others considered Fran a viera no longer.
50 years later, her other sister, Mjrn, left the village as well. Again, Jote had to take a stoic approach to this and said that she had to disregard her last sister. However, when Fran enters the village once more, Jote is forced to tell them where Mjrn went. After the party returned with Mjrn, and Fran warned Mjrn against leaving the Wood, Jote showed her gratitude by giving them Lente's Tear, a charm that allows passage through the barriers of the Wood.
As the party leaves, Fran asks her sister if the Wood now hates her. After listening to the woods, Jote tells her that the Wood wants her child back. Fran smiles, knowing her sister does not speak the truth, and leaves, content that her sister still cares about her. Jote loves both of her headstrong sisters, however her position does not allow her to forgive those who disgrace the Wood.
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50 years later, her other sister, Mjrn, left the village as well. Again, Jote had to take a stoic approach to this and said that she had to disregard her last sister. However, when Fran enters the village once more, Jote is forced to tell them where Mjrn went. After the party returned with Mjrn, and Fran warned Mjrn against leaving the Wood, Jote showed her gratitude by giving them Lente's Tear, a charm that allows passage through the barriers of the Wood.
As the party leaves, Fran asks her sister if the Wood now hates her. After listening to the woods, Jote tells her that the Wood wants her child back. Fran smiles, knowing her sister does not speak the truth, and leaves, content that her sister still cares about her. Jote loves both of her headstrong sisters, however her position does not allow her to forgive those who disgrace the Wood.
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