Looking for a community. Suggestions, please?

[notspoony]

Ah, mundane of mine. (Though really, you choose me as your muse? Should it amuse you to do such, I cannot complain though it does quite complicate things that your character is mine, for the moment...)

As you so put it, finding a community which is "not singing, not dancing, but stabbitystabbity time-travelling bard" friendly is indeed quite the challenge. Yet it is a task I am quite sure you will rise to, with the appropriate guidance.

Really, my requirements are two in number, and rather simple. Anywhere away from stampeding goobue is the first, of course. Dear Gods, I do not wish to repeat that again. Something to get my teeth into (literally or figuratively) is the second. That is all.

Let us see, hm? I have faith in you.

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[ringmage]

Since when do minstrels do more than just sing and dance?

[notspoony]

[Ohi. He steps back and feigns thought for the moment, soon lifting his head and gracing the elf with a smile that's disarmed so many before her.]

Be it by song, scripture or poem, the most ancient and grave verse can find the same presence upon the listener's subconscious as the most lighthearted satire. The conveyor only has to decide the means. I find, in the realm of Eorzea, poetry is aptly befitting it's dark days. Though of course having witnessed your quite incredible beauty, I confess that I feel the need to compose a ballad in your honor.

[ringmage]

[Oh, if only looks could kill. Elfarian's not very impressed, and for good reason. It's quite common for many to mistake him for a she. Especially since many of the High Elves of Tera sport rather...feminine qualities. The Castanics, also known as the Children of Zuras, are quick to joke that the Elves have naught but "one" gender, much like the Elins.

Thus he can't really fault the bard much, but still. He's a tad miffed.]

Despite being rather fond of poetry, I would rather if you didn't sing.

[notspoony]

[Whoops. What can he say, he's used to Eorzea's elf equivalents having their men ... unmistakably manly and their women unmistakably... female. Still. He's quite oblivious. For now. Thankfully. Still!]

I as well.

[ringmage]

[Fair enough! As many times as Elfarian's been mistaken for female, he can almost understand. Almost.]

Color me curious, but why is it that a bard would have need to "stab" anyone?

[notspoony]

I do recall mentioning "dark days" in our conversation. Put lightly, the land is not safe. Furthermore, I have need of protection. A knife is adequate enough for any need.

[ Or many, many, many knives. That's his speciality.]

[ringmage]

I do believe the "dark days" are upon us all. A shame, really.

[Impressive. A minstrel who can fight is worth more than one who hides.]

Luckily for me I have no need for blades. My magic suffices enough.

[He smirks.]

[notspoony]

[Absolutely. But a minstrel which isn't a minstrel? At first, being a common bard was a ruse to get into Ul'dah and get to the Syndicate. Even if you're jumping back in time, you need an alias and a likely story because people in the past are just as defensive as people in the now. Syndicate's secrets learned and their leader quickly ...benched from life and someone interesting discovered, this bard thinks he's given up fake barding. Until a certain prophecy is discovered, and a certain command leads him to lead Ul'dah to war with their greatest hero plucked out of time and space. Oh, and saving that someone interesting's ass more than a few times is of course part of the deal.

..and for what it's worth, he guesses he actually is a bard, at least with the prophecy considered. He simply smiles at that. Magic's never interested him, but he allows the high elf to be proud. Of course, he still thinks the guy is female. They can prance and boast all they like. ]

Interesting. What is your forte? Conjury, Thaumaturgy, or black or white magic?

[Please don't say Thaumaturgy. He's had more than enough of that type.]