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Pivoting to the back of the ship, J'wynevier began rummaging through old contents the other pilots must have left behind. A dark stone, bleak with purple mist, whirling with energy, sat amidst an array of items, no doubt a sentimental keepsake; their utility was lost on her, something about...

No one could have ever adequately prepared her for what she came back to. Brandishing what knowledge she had from the MSF and the remnants of Peace Walker that died with it, she returned to the turbulent ashes that bristle still with rage and disquiet, and it's a wonder why she returned at all...

Snake is none too pleased. For all the shit slung his way, torpedoing into the freezing depths of an Alaskan island was the most advantageous, the most dangerous, and the least ideal. On-site procurement was an absolute must. He was no fool, he understood why, but that didn't make it any less...

The clouds peeled back for the Cetacea to fall into view at last. It's a massive vessel compared to their Minnow ship; bulging at the body, decorative wings sweeping widely to pretend to hold it steady. Its dark colorings defined its silhouette from the billowing mass just off in the distance...

“Aid the Empire?” J'wynevier made no attempt to hide the resulting mixture of astonishment and mirth. Sure, she was bringing them into the depths of squalor for the Empire's betterment rather than her own. It's not impossible to assume her associations were ill, but her past was no more their...

J'wynevier's silence is palpable. The name he chose was that of his impersonator; ironic, isn't it? Luckily for Basch, she knew Gabranth, albeit on impersonal bases; more of him. A few hapless circumstances led her to the tips of his blades. Fortunately, sense sunk in before his swords had. With...

“Copy that.” J'wyn tossed the walkie back on the magnet. That was less than ideal. They would be met with Imperial personale, then. Great. Though, she couldn't convince herself to be too upset, since she was to blame for oversharing. She's silent for a moment, perhaps a moment too long, as their...

“Right,” J'wynevier replied dismissively. The weight of that name failed to sink in initially. Admittedly, she had just forgotten about the conversation in question, spending a moment longer in recollection than she would have liked to recall it, and, even then, she was too busy pressing buttons...

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“We'll set off an alarm sooner than anyone will see us.” Vaan crossed his arms, a knowing air in his tone. “Part of setting off the alarm is being seen, Vaan.” Ashe broke his confidence in one fell swoop. Maybe he wasn't the expert of thieving he thought himself to be. He deflated. If she'd...

So the scores were officially tied! As long as she wasn't rendered the loser, J'wyn was content with that verdict. In truth, J'wynevier's history exposed how little an ill-conscious ailed her. If they stood in her way, there was little reason to offer mercy to any of Archadia's ilk. She was not...

“Sand traps heat,” J'wynevier offered her knowledge without inquiry. “If I had to guess, I'd say the engine's buried and overheating upon start-up.” She approached the adjacent ship, running her fingers along the magnesium hull. Her gun flew over her shoulder, finding accommodation along the...

She was quick to recover, integrating herself effortlessly and smiling when she relieved Balthier of the leading role. Penelo's soft, jovial nature softened the hit to his ego. J’wyn hummed a laugh. “Oh, I don't know,” she led in a humorous tone. “I could pull a fast one he'd never expect.”...

Vaan captured the stones, promptly spinning on his heels with newfound energy mending the frown marring his delicate face; a facsimile of his former self, lest he bring down the hardy spirit of the group. He stored them in his pocket. For a moment he lost the crimson tressed pirate, searching...

Lady J'wynevier─was he trying to get her to blush? The kindness etched in his face rang as truly and purely as the words uttered to Loittant. A laugh, for a while there, she didn't think he was capable. Charmed as she was, she searched him still for qualities. Steadfast, pure hearted, working...

It took every ounce of self control in her being not to roll her eyes at their counterfeit inspection. Had she desired to award counterfeit change, she'd have waited until the deed had been done. Money hadn't been a concern─not entirely. She served well on her part, and now they would have to...

’Oh, moody,’ She must've pushed a button she wasn't meant to. Passing moments resulted in an increasingly vexed Balthier─maybe it was the questions that provoked it, or maybe it was J'wynevier; she had that effect on people. A stark contrast divided them; her swindle and his swagger. Too caught...

Staggering between moving lips exhausted her eye, she blinked hard to reset her vision. Loittant seemed to hold up well enough, though J'wynevier was certain his previous occupation made it a cake-walk comparatively, politicians always had so-much-nothing to say. Each contributed, excited by a...