[A finely-dressed man, tall even despite the slump of his shoulders, wends his way through the crowd to a small stage, where he pokes the STOP button on the stereo, silencing the discordant seasonal music. He heaves a weary sigh before stretching a hand up toward the sky and begins his oration, voice ringing out with practiced projection.]
And so the actor, having played his part to the fullest, taken his final bow, and exited the stage, goes not to his well-earned rest as the curtain falls but is instead dragged back into the glare of the stage lights for a most unwelcome encore.
What's more, he now finds the stage changed beyond recognition and a new script, yet-unread, laid before him. What new farce shall he play out before an indifferent audience? How much longer must he endure and, at the end of this new melodrama, shall he at last lay down his weary head?
[He snatches a beer from a passing cherub and cracks it open. He takes a chug before tossing the mug aside with a grimace.]
... And really, you could at least provide more refined refreshments.
B. Chilling in Hell
[Emet-Selch is, in fact, enjoying one of those magma drinks, with a frilly little cocktail umbrella stuck in it. He sits slouched on a decrepit public bench, watching passers-by with a lazy smirk.]
Oh, do watch your step! [he calls out with mock concern as someone slips on the ice.]
Eyes above! [he warns, far too late for all but the most preternaturally swift to have time to dodge the falling icicle.]
C. Getting spicy in Heaven
[Emet-Selch was already quite sassy enough, but the cranberry spice latte still hits the spot.]
[He slumps against a convenient wall near a kiosk and judges all those who approach for the offerings.]
Really, is that your choice? I'm sure it's fine and all, but you could try being a bit more daring.
(ooc: For the canon-familiar, I'm taking Emet-Selch from just after the events in Shadowbringers 5.0)
Emet-Selch | Final Fantasy XIV | Hellbound
[A finely-dressed man, tall even despite the slump of his shoulders, wends his way through the crowd to a small stage, where he pokes the STOP button on the stereo, silencing the discordant seasonal music. He heaves a weary sigh before stretching a hand up toward the sky and begins his oration, voice ringing out with practiced projection.]
And so the actor, having played his part to the fullest, taken his final bow, and exited the stage, goes not to his well-earned rest as the curtain falls but is instead dragged back into the glare of the stage lights for a most unwelcome encore.
What's more, he now finds the stage changed beyond recognition and a new script, yet-unread, laid before him. What new farce shall he play out before an indifferent audience? How much longer must he endure and, at the end of this new melodrama, shall he at last lay down his weary head?
[He snatches a beer from a passing cherub and cracks it open. He takes a chug before tossing the mug aside with a grimace.]
... And really, you could at least provide more refined refreshments.
B. Chilling in Hell
[Emet-Selch is, in fact, enjoying one of those magma drinks, with a frilly little cocktail umbrella stuck in it. He sits slouched on a decrepit public bench, watching passers-by with a lazy smirk.]
Oh, do watch your step! [he calls out with mock concern as someone slips on the ice.]
Eyes above! [he warns, far too late for all but the most preternaturally swift to have time to dodge the falling icicle.]
C. Getting spicy in Heaven
[Emet-Selch was already quite sassy enough, but the cranberry spice latte still hits the spot.]
[He slumps against a convenient wall near a kiosk and judges all those who approach for the offerings.]
Really, is that your choice? I'm sure it's fine and all, but you could try being a bit more daring.
(ooc: For the canon-familiar, I'm taking Emet-Selch from just after the events in Shadowbringers 5.0)