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Monday Mingle - Little Ladies Day Or Week

A holiday has begun in the world of Eorzea, despite Dalamud dropping in an Era ago.

To this end, the seneschal of a noble house of the Thorne Dynasty has decided to participate in this years Little Ladies Day. With the aid of the event organizers, there are Daisy Flower Crowns being distributed to the Princesses of this world. Give your Princess a wonderful Flower Crown to show your appreciation, and be their seneschal, prince, retainer, whatever, for this day!

But that's not all.

To celebrate this event, the Songbirds, famed songstress idols have been hard at work preparing a new song for their group. A majestic concert is being prepared on the stage in Ul'dah, and everyone is invited to watch their concert.

So have fun, come visit Ul'dah, come visit Eorzea. It's a happy time, one for rest and relaxation. One might think, it's a calm before a potential storm, considering the Garlean menace on the horizon...

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He wasn't really sure how he got there, but Ul'dah seemed enough like home that Cliff could fit in easily enough. Seemed like he'd shown up during a celebration of some sort. A couple inquiries, and he found out that the idea was giving ladies flower crowns.

Seemed simple enough, to him. Especially when he could coax flowers out of the worst soil the desert could offer up. His crowns might be a bit more clumsy than the others' well-woven attempts, but the flowers smelled better or looked brighter. Something that made them appeal. And all completely innocuous, though he might have gotten complained at since he was the weirdo not handing out daisy crowns.

All he could do was shrug and grin crookedly at that. It's not like he was hurting anything or anyone, right? Just a little off kilter.

"I promise the next set will be daisies, honest!" With that, he tried to slip off through the crowd, handing off the brightlily crown he carried to the nearest female with a rather courtly bow and another crooked grin.

"Uh, happy Little Ladies' Day!" Someone save him, please. Stuff like this was never so difficult back home.

Koo'ri was milling the repeatable quest for fireworks when he noticed Cliff over there struggling to finish it. Poor sod, he didn't even get the quest from the nearby Royal Senschal.

Taking pity on him, that and he didn't even seem to get EXP for it, he went over and tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, buddy," said the huge warrior. "You're doing it wrong. The quest I mean. You wanna go talk to the potato over there and get the Daisy Crowns over there and hand them out from their people."

He couldn't help but look up at the tap on his shoulder.

WAY up. Wow. This dude was huge. Not to mention buff and in what looked like bulky armor...and a floppy hat?

Well. No accounting for taste, and it wasn't like his sisters didn't wear weirder stuff regularly. He turned to look to where the guy pointed.

"That doesn't look like a potato," Cliff said. "That looks like a chubby toddler wearing fake facial hair...so what makes it a potato?"

And why the hell was it offering a quest, Cliff wondered. That made absolutely no sense, but neither did finding himself here, and he wasn't even about to ask for answers to that question.

Hey, he loved his hat okay? It's like the best part of being him.

"It's a lalafell. It's automatically a potato," said Koo'ri as if it answered everything.

"And of course it's offering a quest. It's asking us to give out daisy crowns to aspiring princesses all over town in order for sweet fireworks and other rewards. C'mon I'll show you the ropes. Did you just get off the wagon or something?"

It didn't, but Cliff has experienced enough weird shit in his life to just...let that one go. When you wake up to a horse-sized wolf with metal spikes instead of fur in your bed...you've seen stranger.

He didn't understand the wagon comment, but...

"Sure, I just got off the wagon." Decided to go with it. "So tell me what I need to do, since you sound like you know."

"Nice," replied Koo'ri. "Well, can't let you walk around even if it's a festival. Ul'dah's got a lot of dark alleys, lest you get mugged. C"mon, I'll show you around. Names Koo'ri, I'm a bit of a tour guide in this area."

Koo'ri gestured as the Royal Senschal offered up the quest, handing them the daisy crows. "C'mon let's find a few couples and hand these out. And I'll show you around town."

"No different than some places I've been," Cliff muttered. There was always Drakanis Shiva, for example. The Dragon wasn't known for policing his streets. "Thanks, I think. I'm Cliff. They have tour guides here?"

He shrugged and accepted some of the daisy crowns. "Okay, sure. I'm following you. That works for me."

This was a couples' holiday? Ugh, wonderful. He tried to school his expression to serenity like he'd been taught, but it probably wasn't 100%.

"There's a couple of people who pass on help for people who are new to Ul'dah, looking to seek their fortune." said Koo'ri, gesturing down the road. "There's also a lot of people here for Little Ladies Day, so watch your wallet. It's a mite overcrowded with adventurers coming into town to help celebrate the festivities and help distribute the Flower Crowns."

Gesturing down the road, there was a young girl and a retainer. "There's one. On Little Ladies Day today we're giving a young Princess a Daisy Crown for the occasion, and her Senschal, that is to say her retainer, escorts her around town and makes her feel like a young princess of the Thorne Dynasty. This is a day to make the young girls and even older women feel special. And to help the Senschals feel important again in their duties as their princes."

For a moment, Cliff wants to ask what a wallet is, but decides that isn't really important. He keeps his coin purse well inside his robes, anyway, so he ought to be all right. But he nods anyway, to let Koo'ri know he's following--figuratively, as well as literally.

"Okay, so I'm supposed to go over there and hand over a flower crown?" He's a lot less imposing than his guardian/companion, but he still figures that he better get down on one knee to offer up the flower crown. It's more proper that way. At least to him. He's got some courtly wiles, after all. Thanks, Mom.

So he kneels, and offers up the crown to the young girl, with a glance to her seneschal, to make sure it's all okay. But with the way the girl blushes and claps her hands to her cheeks, he figures he's doing all right.

Koo'ri grins as he checks his Tomestone, before nodding. The EXP dings for a moment and he nods. "Yep, got it in one. Good job. You'll be racking up experience in no time. C'mon, we'll get you some rewards for turning that in."

Gesturing towards the lalafell senschal, he said, "Adventurers make a pretty decent coin helping out. It's humble work, but many of us really enjoy it. Hey, there's derpy-derp right now helping out. He's the one mobbed by kids."

Sure enough, a sort of tired looking guy dressed in long red robes with a sword buckled to his side was being mobbed by kids. And he was handing out cookies and generally being nice to them. "He's my buddy, though he looks busy. So we'll leave him be for now. He's famous y'know the world over."

"Derpy derp?" Most of what Koo'ri was saying, again, made absolutely no sense to Cliff at all. Again. Still, he figured he'd learn more by smiling and nodding than taking umbrage. At least for the moment.

"He's famous here? Huh. Well, yeah, that'd explain the kids, wouldn't it?" Not that he exactly got mobbed back home, but it was one thing when everyone knew who you were. It also explained the tired look. That sort of thing sure got old fast. He didn't actually try to catch the guy's attention, but he did lift a hand to sort of wave. Kind of a 'hey man, I know how it goes, 'sup?' sort of thing instead of an actual attempt at an interruption.

"So now what do we do?"

"He's the Warrior of Light," replied Koo'ri. "Famous for slaying Primals, killing Garlean leaders, beating up giant robots. I helped, but I'm just the guy who hits things and makes sure he doesn't die when he needs someone standing in between him and his fleshy parts."

The Warrior smiled and waved back, before going back to the kids, handing out flower crowns and cookies. "He's a good guy. He looks worn out though. I mean seriously worn out. The impending war's got everyone on edge."

"For now? More crowns, and then we'll collect our reward. They're handing out rewards for a job well done and then we can relax. It's a good first reward for someone new off the wagon."

"Well, you definitely have the armor for it." Cliff couldn't help but smile back at the aforementioned Warrior of Light, but no more of an interruption did he give but that. Koo'ri was right that he was tanky. Big, buff, and burlier than a lot of the earth golems Cliff had ever made to defend himself.

"War?" Okay, that was bad. There were reasons wars didn't happen as a rule, where he came from. "Between who?" Maybe that was none of his business, but he couldn't help but ask. As for the 'more crowns' answer, he should have expected that, maybe. Cliff just nodded, and went over to the...Lalafell? Had to hit the guy up for more crowns.

"Eorzea and the Garlean Empire, and well, the Garlean Empire and everyone else basically." Replied Koo'ri. "Everyone's on edge despite the celebrations."

He shrugged a little. "I mean, we're getting along as much as possible."

"You mean this Garlean Empire is going against everyone? That's. Uh, well, not the smartest thing I ever heard."

It sounded to Cliff like it was a good excuse for a curbstomp if there ever was one--not that he knew the Empire's power. No one messed with the Bladewolf, after all. Maybe no one messed with Eorzea, either.

Cliff shrugged too. "Sometimes that's all you can do." His mom still didn't like the Sorceress.

"They've got cerulean and robots," said Koo'ri. "And mecha and airships and stuff. So that makes them a lot more flippin dangerous than Eorzea and the rest of the world who only have swords and spears."

Cliff took a moment to stare at Koo'ri.

"I...don't know what any of that stuff is, so I'll take your word for it. None of it sounds good," he admitted.

"Just swords and spears? No magic or anything like that?" Because if that was really the case, that was bad news.

"We've got magic, which evens the odds but you know, when they can fire bullets that shoot faster than a spellcaster? It kind of skews the opposition towards the Garleans." said Koo'ri. Fortunately, the skilled can deal with a gun since it's a glorified Bow and Arrow.

That did not sound like a good thing to Cliff. "Yeah, I still don't think there's a lot I could do about that, either." Except call up giant rock walls or something, and even there you ran into difficulties.

"Too hard to work in concert and call up giant stone golems or something?" He eyed Koo'ri a moment, but Cliff couldn't blame the guy if that was out of his forte. He seemed more likely to bro around with the Rage--more a warrior type. Which was just fine. Too many mages meant mayhem, sometimes.

"We've got cannons, and the Ironworks who are coming up with gizmos all the time. And Derpy-Derp's on our side, so he's a one-man army." Replied Koo'ri. "Not to make sure that his squishy insides go outside or anything though, I make sure of that."

One man army. So Derpy-Derp was kind of like Rage, then. That sort of made sense.

"Can't argue with that," Cliff admitted. "Well, yeah, he's lucky to have a fellow like you around. Only thing you need now is a healer to make sure neither of you have your insides on the outside."

Cliff might be able to manage that, since his element was one of the ones better aspected to healing, but that was one of the things he wasn't entirely confident in, so he wasn't about to volunteer.

"Yeah I've never seen Derpy-Derp heal before, so I don't think he knows how." replied Koo'ri with a gallic shrug.

"But that's what his friend list is for."

"I have a little knowledge there, but it's not my specialty, so..." Cliff shrugged. But even by the virtue of being here, now, he didn't think he could stand by and do nothing, should something bad happen.

Besides, he'd been all upset that his sibs had gone on adventures, and now that he was getting a taste of it, was he just going to walk away? Um. No?

"Yeah I'm not a healer. I cleave things, and I'm good at that. But healing? I can get a second wind and that's about it." replied Koo'ri with a gallic shrug.

"I mean, I heal a little. Not much."

"I have siblings who're better at it than I am. I mean, Syrrie's pretty good at it." Eiros wasn't bad either, but he might not be as thrilled to be mentioned. Cliff shrugged. "I mean, I can probably prevent you from dying in a pinch, but I wouldn't rely on it."

He thought about that for a moment. "Suppose it's better than nothing, though."

Monday Mingle - Little Ladies Day Or Week

Rycliff "Cliff" Vitner | OC

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