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| Pipino was rather silent as they made their way to her family's estate, a lush two-story set of rooms within in the city, leading the way and staring vaguely into the middle distance as her feet took her on the familiar path homeward. Her heels clicking on the pavement punctuated her racing thoughts like little exclamation points as her mind buzzed with a hive of worries. She was trying to hold every possible eventuality for the outcome of the discussion within it and she was beginning to get a headache, a perfect compliment to the stomachache she already harbored. Her gloved hands were wringing in front of her as she walked and her mouth would occassionally look as if it were muttering little spells and incantations, rehearsing things she wanted to say. | Pipino was rather silent as they made their way to her family's estate, a lush two-story set of rooms within in the city, leading the way and staring vaguely into the middle distance as her feet took her on the familiar path homeward. Her heels clicking on the pavement punctuated her racing thoughts like little exclamation points as her mind buzzed with a hive of worries. She was trying to hold every possible eventuality for the outcome of the discussion within it and she was beginning to get a headache, a perfect compliment to the stomachache she already harbored. Her gloved hands were wringing in front of her as she walked and her mouth would occassionally look as if it were muttering little spells and incantations, rehearsing things she wanted to say. |
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| What a familiar feeling this all was. A stroll on a smoothly paved entrance, the excess frills and layers of clothing under the burning sun of Thanalan... Truly, it was reminiscent of Langston's youth. Another visit to some stranger's estate in order to make nice with their children and try to ignore the shallow chatter of coin and countless other things that didn't concern him. Yet, he did his best to keep down the bile in his stomach that was building from such bitter nostalgia, since he had an objective this time around. The doors became more clear in his vision and he turned towards the blue haired woman, offering her a soft smile of reassurance. | What a familiar feeling this all was. A stroll on a smoothly paved entrance, the excess frills and layers of clothing under the burning sun of Thanalan... Truly, it was reminiscent of Langston's youth. Another visit to some stranger's estate in order to make nice with their children and try to ignore the shallow chatter of coin and countless other things that didn't concern him. Yet, he did his best to keep down the bile in his stomach that was building from such bitter nostalgia, since he had an objective this time around. The doors became more clear in his vision and he turned towards the blue haired woman, offering her a soft smile of reassurance. |
| She looked determinedly ahead and kept pressing forward, conviction, muscle memory, and adrenaline being her only driving force. | She looked determinedly ahead and kept pressing forward, conviction, muscle memory, and adrenaline being her only driving force. |
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| Langston's expression became stolid in the face of her determination. "Far be it from me to deny you your freedom. After all, no one was there to bar my path when I did it." | Langston's expression became stolid in the face of her determination. "Far be it from me to deny you your freedom. After all, no one was there to bar my path when I did it." |
| "Well then, Ilyigu, shall we break open this cage at last?" she asks, an optimistic little smile playing at her lips despite her eyes being full of some other emotion. Maybe a bit of fear, a little uncertainty, but also a bit of hope. | "Well then, Ilyigu, shall we break open this cage at last?" she asks, an optimistic little smile playing at her lips despite her eyes being full of some other emotion. Maybe a bit of fear, a little uncertainty, but also a bit of hope. |
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| Langston nodded, not flinching from being addressed by his given name for once. "Birds were meant to fly freely." he answered, shifting his focus from the door to his dear. | Langston nodded, not flinching from being addressed by his given name for once. "Birds were meant to fly freely." he answered, shifting his focus from the door to his dear. |
| Pipino would follow in after him, letting the door shut behind him, and tucking the key away again. She made her way across to the first door to the left and opened it, peeking her head in, checking who was present and how far she would need to go to gather both of her parents in the same room at the same time, a rare feat these days. | Pipino would follow in after him, letting the door shut behind him, and tucking the key away again. She made her way across to the first door to the left and opened it, peeking her head in, checking who was present and how far she would need to go to gather both of her parents in the same room at the same time, a rare feat these days. |
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| Langston's gaze traveled skyward at a snail's pace, taking in the sights of the main hall. The bright lights gave a semblance of life to the dark shades of the interior. His feet remained planted firmly on the ground. Awakened were the habits and manners of yesteryear; stand straight, eyes forward, hands out of your pockets, fix your hair, keep your godsdamned coat on until it is taken for you. | Langston's gaze traveled skyward at a snail's pace, taking in the sights of the main hall. The bright lights gave a semblance of life to the dark shades of the interior. His feet remained planted firmly on the ground. Awakened were the habits and manners of yesteryear; stand straight, eyes forward, hands out of your pockets, fix your hair, keep your godsdamned coat on until it is taken for you. |
| Her head poked out of the doorway and looked to Langston, reading his body language and giving him an apologetic smile. "Your home is much warmer," she said softly, pushing the door further open and leaning against it to keep it open. "But...well...as uncomfortable as I am sure it feels if I were to leave you on your own, you are welcome to have a seat here in the parlor." She sighs and looks inside. "The fire is not lit, the couches are much too firm, and I have no tea prepared. But....but you are welcome to make yourself comfortable here if you would like. But if you would like to stay with me while I see to summoning them here, you are welcome to do that as well." She laughed a little. "This feels...so bizarre! I know the circumstances are awful but... Well, I am glad to have you here. This house has never felt as warm as it has with you standing at its doorstep." | Her head poked out of the doorway and looked to Langston, reading his body language and giving him an apologetic smile. "Your home is much warmer," she said softly, pushing the door further open and leaning against it to keep it open. "But...well...as uncomfortable as I am sure it feels if I were to leave you on your own, you are welcome to have a seat here in the parlor." She sighs and looks inside. "The fire is not lit, the couches are much too firm, and I have no tea prepared. But....but you are welcome to make yourself comfortable here if you would like. But if you would like to stay with me while I see to summoning them here, you are welcome to do that as well." She laughed a little. "This feels...so bizarre! I know the circumstances are awful but... Well, I am glad to have you here. This house has never felt as warm as it has with you standing at its doorstep." |
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| Langston looked into this sad room. It looked as if someone hired a designer, threw some furniture into it, and then doomed this space to never be used again. "...You and yours don't get many guests, do they..?" he asked, moving to plant himself on the comfortable looking couch. The illusion of comfort was immediately dispelled once his bottom hit the cushion, but, for Pipino's sake, he made himself look as though he was being treated like a lord. "I don't know how comfortable I would be, wandering the halls, peering into rooms in search of your parents... If you think it would be better for me to see them both at once, I'm perfectly fine waiting here." He put on a gleaming smile, an onze, no, maybe a ponze of reassurance for her sake. | Langston looked into this sad room. It looked as if someone hired a designer, threw some furniture into it, and then doomed this space to never be used again. "...You and yours don't get many guests, do they..?" he asked, moving to plant himself on the comfortable looking couch. The illusion of comfort was immediately dispelled once his bottom hit the cushion, but, for Pipino's sake, he made himself look as though he was being treated like a lord. "I don't know how comfortable I would be, wandering the halls, peering into rooms in search of your parents... If you think it would be better for me to see them both at once, I'm perfectly fine waiting here." He put on a gleaming smile, an onze, no, maybe a ponze of reassurance for her sake. |
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| Langston sighed in relief, reclining to absorb whatever comfort this couch could possibly offer. "You know, when I think on it, my home was hardly any different." he said. "It was all very isolated... I spent time with my father being tutored, and I suppose we all ate together... that was really the extent of it." Pipino's words echoed with an eerie sense of foreboding in his mind. He did not like the thought of being a plaything for her mother, in any sort of context. Her father, well... he's dealt with fathers before, but, swinging fists would not be good for anyone here. | Langston sighed in relief, reclining to absorb whatever comfort this couch could possibly offer. "You know, when I think on it, my home was hardly any different." he said. "It was all very isolated... I spent time with my father being tutored, and I suppose we all ate together... that was really the extent of it." Pipino's words echoed with an eerie sense of foreboding in his mind. He did not like the thought of being a plaything for her mother, in any sort of context. Her father, well... he's dealt with fathers before, but, swinging fists would not be good for anyone here. |
| "And now we wait... I gave them a quarter of a bell before we can just....leave and I send them a letter in the mail. Part of me wants that to be the eventuality but...I do not know, I would at least like to pretend to be a mature adult capable of talking to my own parents, at least on this one matter." | "And now we wait... I gave them a quarter of a bell before we can just....leave and I send them a letter in the mail. Part of me wants that to be the eventuality but...I do not know, I would at least like to pretend to be a mature adult capable of talking to my own parents, at least on this one matter." |
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| Langston sat alone. | Langston sat alone. |
| She pulled back and separated from him for a moment, smiling a bit shyly. "Well...was it that bad, sitting in here alone that you felt the need to welcome me back so fervently?" | She pulled back and separated from him for a moment, smiling a bit shyly. "Well...was it that bad, sitting in here alone that you felt the need to welcome me back so fervently?" |
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| "You ran out before I could even tell you how much I loved you, too!" he said, conveying half of what his reasoning was for such an abrupt action. "I heard at least one door close, which is shocking considering the size of this place..." He took her gloved hands into his own, nodding with confidence. "Steel yourself. Though I have no doubt you will make it through this, it will not be without injury." | "You ran out before I could even tell you how much I loved you, too!" he said, conveying half of what his reasoning was for such an abrupt action. "I heard at least one door close, which is shocking considering the size of this place..." He took her gloved hands into his own, nodding with confidence. "Steel yourself. Though I have no doubt you will make it through this, it will not be without injury." |
| > "Ilyigu Selayigu I presume? Or is this Langston Clevers? You will have to forgive me, I get them, so, so confused. The mind plays tricks on one as you get older, you see." She took a moment to check her manicure while she waited for a reply. | > "Ilyigu Selayigu I presume? Or is this Langston Clevers? You will have to forgive me, I get them, so, so confused. The mind plays tricks on one as you get older, you see." She took a moment to check her manicure while she waited for a reply. |
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| Langston kept her hand held as he got a good measure of the woman he was dealing with. It was a familiar image and feeling. Though he could feel Pipino's warmth move from her hand to his like a gentle stream of water, it was a raging vortex of animosity that swirled outward from Nonomi that really made him start to sweat around the neck. Angry maternal figures of high status were not new to him, but he was never at the receiving end of their wrath. | Langston kept her hand held as he got a good measure of the woman he was dealing with. It was a familiar image and feeling. Though he could feel Pipino's warmth move from her hand to his like a gentle stream of water, it was a raging vortex of animosity that swirled outward from Nonomi that really made him start to sweat around the neck. Angry maternal figures of high status were not new to him, but he was never at the receiving end of their wrath. |
| > Nonomi shrugged. "If you insist. I will not say you are wrong exactly. We all have our motives in life." | > Nonomi shrugged. "If you insist. I will not say you are wrong exactly. We all have our motives in life." |
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| Langston frowned, letting himself become more earnest and friendly for the moment. He did, at least, feel insulted by that train of thought. And yet, there is something to be said about wanting to protect their child's interests. | Langston frowned, letting himself become more earnest and friendly for the moment. He did, at least, feel insulted by that train of thought. And yet, there is something to be said about wanting to protect their child's interests. |
| > "Well, if it would be so easy for you to meet all of the requirements, why not do just that and you can win my Pipino's hand for yourself the proper way. Doing it this way, you deprive her of marriage, involve her in scandal, and deny her the singular devotion a prize such as her deserves, would you not agree? Surely if you loved her as much as you claim, you could do these little things on her behalf." | > "Well, if it would be so easy for you to meet all of the requirements, why not do just that and you can win my Pipino's hand for yourself the proper way. Doing it this way, you deprive her of marriage, involve her in scandal, and deny her the singular devotion a prize such as her deserves, would you not agree? Surely if you loved her as much as you claim, you could do these little things on her behalf." |
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| Langston pointed his eyes downward, his voice robbed by Nonomi's. That would be the simplest solution. And yet, the shortest road was hardly ever the best road. He chewed on his lip, shaking his head as her words stirred in his mind. | Langston pointed his eyes downward, his voice robbed by Nonomi's. That would be the simplest solution. And yet, the shortest road was hardly ever the best road. He chewed on his lip, shaking his head as her words stirred in his mind. |
| Pipino squeezed Langston's hand a little harder than she had probably meant to, her expression a near mirror of her mother's. "Mother, stop talking like I am not even here! I am thirty-four years old, far older and dare I say wiser than you were when you made your past decisions. I mean to make my own! I am refusing to allow you and Father to push me around and decide my life anymore. I grow tired of this! If anything drives me to jump off a bridge, it will be the both of you! Living this life as I have has grown unfathomable!" She said it all with sincerity, fire, venom. Her hand trembled in Langston's grasp and her voice shook with the unbridled fury of thirty-four years of obedient silence. | Pipino squeezed Langston's hand a little harder than she had probably meant to, her expression a near mirror of her mother's. "Mother, stop talking like I am not even here! I am thirty-four years old, far older and dare I say wiser than you were when you made your past decisions. I mean to make my own! I am refusing to allow you and Father to push me around and decide my life anymore. I grow tired of this! If anything drives me to jump off a bridge, it will be the both of you! Living this life as I have has grown unfathomable!" She said it all with sincerity, fire, venom. Her hand trembled in Langston's grasp and her voice shook with the unbridled fury of thirty-four years of obedient silence. |
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| "I see now..." he said, suddenly rising from his seat to look down at Nonomi. "You *people*... you only know how to think in extremes. It makes it easier to digest, gives you a greater ground to stand on when you wish to look just." He shook his head and spoke quietly. | "I see now..." he said, suddenly rising from his seat to look down at Nonomi. "You *people*... you only know how to think in extremes. It makes it easier to digest, gives you a greater ground to stand on when you wish to look just." He shook his head and spoke quietly. |
| > "To make a long story short, my mother was married in an arranged marriage to a man she did not love. I know, a shocker," she said in a bored, but quiet tone, still checking over her shoulder now and again. "She had an affair with someone else, and it led to be being conceived. It was obvious through genetics that I was not my father's child, but my parents, for the sake of the family name, hid the truth and pressured me to achieve great things. I was to be the paragon of the family. But the whole time, I was looked down upon. Every relative knew. I had a sister as well rightfully born, of course. She became their joy. I became their shadow. Moving forward, I made many choices in my life to remove that shadow from my name. To rise above, and to prove myself something productive. To leave a legacy, and to ensure my own child would not face the same indignities." | > "To make a long story short, my mother was married in an arranged marriage to a man she did not love. I know, a shocker," she said in a bored, but quiet tone, still checking over her shoulder now and again. "She had an affair with someone else, and it led to be being conceived. It was obvious through genetics that I was not my father's child, but my parents, for the sake of the family name, hid the truth and pressured me to achieve great things. I was to be the paragon of the family. But the whole time, I was looked down upon. Every relative knew. I had a sister as well rightfully born, of course. She became their joy. I became their shadow. Moving forward, I made many choices in my life to remove that shadow from my name. To rise above, and to prove myself something productive. To leave a legacy, and to ensure my own child would not face the same indignities." |
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| Langston returned to his seat, feeling his second wind being inhaled by a creature full of pity. "...No one answer is correct." he said, looking at the blonde woman unflinchingly. "Compliance gives birth to your story. In a flash of free will, your mother gave birth to you, and in this, shook the foundation of your family. A great issue that no lie could mask. In spite of this, however, you tie your marriage in a lie as well. To be unable to be your truest self to your own husband..." His brow furrowed. "I've some sympathy for you, at least." | Langston returned to his seat, feeling his second wind being inhaled by a creature full of pity. "...No one answer is correct." he said, looking at the blonde woman unflinchingly. "Compliance gives birth to your story. In a flash of free will, your mother gave birth to you, and in this, shook the foundation of your family. A great issue that no lie could mask. In spite of this, however, you tie your marriage in a lie as well. To be unable to be your truest self to your own husband..." His brow furrowed. "I've some sympathy for you, at least." |
| > Papayena Sasayena studied the group, his gaze falling on Langston and remaining emotionless. "Ah, I see. The man of the bell. Or how long as it been now? The man of nearly four and a half moons? Surely you know you are unwelcome here and have the sense to know that medding in a family's affairs is quite uncouth. Why have you come?" | > Papayena Sasayena studied the group, his gaze falling on Langston and remaining emotionless. "Ah, I see. The man of the bell. Or how long as it been now? The man of nearly four and a half moons? Surely you know you are unwelcome here and have the sense to know that medding in a family's affairs is quite uncouth. Why have you come?" |
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| Langston watched on, letting Pino vent her thoughts to her mother. It echoed a similar conversation he had long ago with his father, though this was more vitriolic than his own. The benefits of *not* being an only child... at least, for that particular moment. | Langston watched on, letting Pino vent her thoughts to her mother. It echoed a similar conversation he had long ago with his father, though this was more vitriolic than his own. The benefits of *not* being an only child... at least, for that particular moment. |
| A little helpessly, Pipino looked to Langston. She knew in her mind that this wasn't good enough, that it wasn't what she came here for. But there were so many other variables to consider. The money she could make in her position could benefit the entire family, especially Lorry. She could continue to use her economic influence to do good in Ul'dah, and retain her social standing that would enable her to be a beacon for change in a rotten system. She could still travel, and she could avoid being dragged into dangerous situations. But at what cost? | A little helpessly, Pipino looked to Langston. She knew in her mind that this wasn't good enough, that it wasn't what she came here for. But there were so many other variables to consider. The money she could make in her position could benefit the entire family, especially Lorry. She could continue to use her economic influence to do good in Ul'dah, and retain her social standing that would enable her to be a beacon for change in a rotten system. She could still travel, and she could avoid being dragged into dangerous situations. But at what cost? |
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| The situation was wildly slipping out of his grasp. Langston grinded his teeth, though they were shrouded by his closed mouth. He drifted back to a few summers ago, snapping his ring finger across the jaw of his own father in a fit of rage. And then to an earlier summer, where father and son were at each other's throats, engaged in a vicious scuffle atop a rosewood desk. Yet, he could also remember a scene more familiar to the general populace. The Calamity, and, in spite of the hatred he earned from them all, how a man dragged his father, son, and ex-wife into shelter. | The situation was wildly slipping out of his grasp. Langston grinded his teeth, though they were shrouded by his closed mouth. He drifted back to a few summers ago, snapping his ring finger across the jaw of his own father in a fit of rage. And then to an earlier summer, where father and son were at each other's throats, engaged in a vicious scuffle atop a rosewood desk. Yet, he could also remember a scene more familiar to the general populace. The Calamity, and, in spite of the hatred he earned from them all, how a man dragged his father, son, and ex-wife into shelter. |
| Pipino stood, and clenched her fists at her sides, leaning forward, her face tained with rage, eyes narrowed in seething hatred for the man opposite her. Langston's words stung a little, but her father's implication was like a strong slap across her face. "It is *YOU* who makes me choose! *BOTH* of you," she cried, directing her rage at her mother now her gaze flashing dangerously between the two. "Every single day of my life I have had to choose! And I chose this family! And I have absolutely *NOTHING* to show for my sacrifices!" Her tears welled over and streamed freely down her face as her her expression contorted in a way that none in the room had probably ever seen. It felt alien to her, but now that she had started, she found it impossible to stop. "Just sit down and paint, Pipino! Go on this date, Pipino! Come to this social event, Pipino! Let me dress you up like my personal doll, Pipino! Give us your money, Pipino! Don't talk to those people, Pipino! Lose weight, Pipino! Dont whore yourself out, Pipino! Don't love him, Pipino! Don't talk! Don't complain! Don't cry! Don't show weakness! Don't speak like that! Don't go here! Don't go there! Don't slouch! Don't wear your hair like that! Don't wear this color! Don't, don't, don't. You've left me with *NOTHING* that is mine! I've had *ENOUGH.* I have found what is mine, and I mean to keep it! I mean to leave this Eighth Hell you have created for me! Of course I would stay by his side!" she screamed, pointing a wild, trembling finger at Langston. She fell silent, still tensely standing, her breath coming in short heaves as her corsetted torso caused her to breathe more shallowly than what was appropriate for such an outburst, chest rising and falling visibly. | Pipino stood, and clenched her fists at her sides, leaning forward, her face tained with rage, eyes narrowed in seething hatred for the man opposite her. Langston's words stung a little, but her father's implication was like a strong slap across her face. "It is *YOU* who makes me choose! *BOTH* of you," she cried, directing her rage at her mother now her gaze flashing dangerously between the two. "Every single day of my life I have had to choose! And I chose this family! And I have absolutely *NOTHING* to show for my sacrifices!" Her tears welled over and streamed freely down her face as her her expression contorted in a way that none in the room had probably ever seen. It felt alien to her, but now that she had started, she found it impossible to stop. "Just sit down and paint, Pipino! Go on this date, Pipino! Come to this social event, Pipino! Let me dress you up like my personal doll, Pipino! Give us your money, Pipino! Don't talk to those people, Pipino! Lose weight, Pipino! Dont whore yourself out, Pipino! Don't love him, Pipino! Don't talk! Don't complain! Don't cry! Don't show weakness! Don't speak like that! Don't go here! Don't go there! Don't slouch! Don't wear your hair like that! Don't wear this color! Don't, don't, don't. You've left me with *NOTHING* that is mine! I've had *ENOUGH.* I have found what is mine, and I mean to keep it! I mean to leave this Eighth Hell you have created for me! Of course I would stay by his side!" she screamed, pointing a wild, trembling finger at Langston. She fell silent, still tensely standing, her breath coming in short heaves as her corsetted torso caused her to breathe more shallowly than what was appropriate for such an outburst, chest rising and falling visibly. |
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| Langston shied away from her finger, worried for a moment that he would've taken a hit in the face from the person he least expected to want to hit him in the face in this room. It was a frightening sight to witness, and yet was the most real sight. The bird fluttered from one end of the gilded cage to the next, and it was but a matter of time until she would force herself out. In that one stroke of ingenuity, the latch was broken and she took flight, spreading her wings proudly to be herself; to soar with rage, sadness, and most importantly, the truth. | Langston shied away from her finger, worried for a moment that he would've taken a hit in the face from the person he least expected to want to hit him in the face in this room. It was a frightening sight to witness, and yet was the most real sight. The bird fluttered from one end of the gilded cage to the next, and it was but a matter of time until she would force herself out. In that one stroke of ingenuity, the latch was broken and she took flight, spreading her wings proudly to be herself; to soar with rage, sadness, and most importantly, the truth. |
| > "I n-never...I never m-meant for this. What have I done?" she bemoaned quietly. | > "I n-never...I never m-meant for this. What have I done?" she bemoaned quietly. |
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| "Wretched creature..." was all Langston could mutter under his breath as he peered out to the dark haired man dismissing himself. Clutching Pipino closer to himself was all he could do to hold back from chasing after that man. His mind entertained dark thoughts of dragging the lord of the manor up the stairs only to knock him down the flight, letting each individual step along the way be a painful reminder of the price of such callous behavior. | "Wretched creature..." was all Langston could mutter under his breath as he peered out to the dark haired man dismissing himself. Clutching Pipino closer to himself was all he could do to hold back from chasing after that man. His mind entertained dark thoughts of dragging the lord of the manor up the stairs only to knock him down the flight, letting each individual step along the way be a painful reminder of the price of such callous behavior. |
