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Big Girls Don't Cry

2013-05-17T00:55:21Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/05/16
|Location=Baron
|Synopsis=Alma and Helena both seperately try to find Seloria. They succeed, but then things go... just a little wrong.
|Cast of Characters=Seloria Delacreaux, Helena Celba, Alma Hyral
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Finding Seloria Delacreaux is actually an adventure, of the WORST kind. The erstwhile summoner has a capability to just completely, utterly disappear off of the face of the planet for anywhere from a few days to up to like, a month - and this is still following through on her agreements and deals - and that's probably the easiest way to find it. Tracing Seloria's contact leads back to Baron - not unusually, one of its' ports, in specific. When asked anything more, the transporter shrugs, says she was paid to do it once, got the paperwork at the time, and hasn't seen Selly since. Where do you go from here?

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena suspects torturing the contact won't net anything...and she really wasn't feeling random torture today... Not with Selly gone, /again/. On the streets of Baron she looks around...hmm...with things being so tight here, random violence against morons would probably net her into trouble Souji would have to fix... And would distract her from finding Selly...but hm....So she decides to think like Selly...she'd probably play around on the oceans, so she asks various people at the docks if they had seen her...making sure to WORK for the answers...a little cleavage if you will to loosen lips. A little bit at playing not so bright and bubbly to play on the weaknesses of man. These fools were just tools to her.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' Alma Hyral had spent a few days in Costa Del Sol, waiting for Seloria to return. After she woke up in front of Seloria's inn room to find herself covered by a blanket, with a key, and a note to watch over her things, she'd done just that. In fact it might be said that she took that job way too seriously, given that she cleaned up Seloria's entire room, and organized her wares for the Levitani's future store. But after a few days of waiting around in the Shinra resort town, Alma realized that Seloria might be a while... That's when she started looking for her, but how do you hunt a woman who moonlights as a mermaid and can swim anywhere in the World of Ruin that she puts her mind to? Simple, she started asking around in port cities. It didn't take long until she traced her back to Baron, and the girl walked its streets... Unfortunately, she didn't know Selly as well as she wished she did. So she asked around in some of the tailors. The fashions in Baron seemed ancient... like Alma's usual outfit, that she was wearing right now. She fit right in, but didn't think Seloria would be browsing those shops for inspiration, so eventually she went down to the docks... and started to ask around. It might be about that time that Helena notices the girl...

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Alma and Helena have their strengths. Helena gets more answers from the fishermen, and those that are entirely too wrong to be on the planet; Alma gets more answers from the children running the streets and the mothers watching them. It is not an issue to describe Seloria - Green hair, green eyes, and strange clothing, compared to Baron, definitely puts her off into a different area than the Baron citizenites. However, they are both eventually pointed to a small inn, one of the closest to the sea. The inkeeper shrugs and points at the top room, which has a balcony with a death-defying leap into the sea. Perfect for Seloria, right? If only she was in there...

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena met Alma... "...Wait so you're looking for her too?" She asks...damn it, so much for... Nevermind. "Well, lets go to her room then." she suggests, and when they get to an empty room, she starts looking around, trying to put together signs of habitation and clues to where she might be. Damn, and this bed looks comfy too..

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' Casual kindness to children always tends to work out for her. She even traded a few recipes while gossiping with their mothers, and had a single offer from a mother who remarked that she had a nephew about her age that could stand to meet a nice girl like her who could cook... She turned that down as politely as possible, out of embarassment. Eventually she is directed to the inn that Seloria might be staying at. And there was Helena, she didn't actually seem all that nervous about her presence though, she knew Helena and her had some sort of friendship, "Oh, H-Hi Helena. Yeah.. I was w-worried. She s-stopped answering her r-radio during my m-meeting with Souji." The innkeeper directed her to a specific room... which she'd noted to have a balcony outside. Being almost entirely guileless, she just knocks on the door, while stating quietly, "S-Selly? Are you t-there?" And then Helena lets them inside.. where she searches the inn room with her.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' So much for /indeed/, Helena. The room has been lived in recently - there is that much. The inn keeper also would've volunteered it's paid up til tomorrow... so the question is, where is all of Seloria's stuff? And ... You know. Where is Seloria? Helena finds a piece of paper about a ship needing a fewllow crewmember - one looking for a cook. It runs out of Baron's port - and the meeting time in just an hour or so.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena grabs the paper... "Well." She says, and hands it to Alma, and looks towards the window. She opens it, to get onto the balcony... "Wheeeeee!" she says, after jumping off the side of the building and out onto the street/water. Wherever she lands, she starts booking it towards the port...after all, she is a monk and loves abusing her abilities.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' Alma Hyral was tempted to follow in a way Helena would be familiar with /but/.. She has an hour. That doesn't mean she doesn't hightail it out of there though. She only trips twice running through the streets of Baron towards the port where the meeting place is to be held. Really. Only twice. She'd just arrive.. a little out of breath.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Helena is crazy. Both of them show up to the port at or around the same time, well before the ship leaves, but there's no Seloria. How strange. About ten minutes after the boat leaves, Seloria herself shows up, clad down in nothing more than a short skirt, her bikini top, and strappy sandals, looking silently amused as she watches them from the crowd. Roll Perception checks for me.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena looks around... She places a hand on her hip and looks back towards Selly. "You'd be late to your own funeral." She says, amused. "Or did you reconsider at the last moment?"

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' After she catches her breath... She just approaches Seloria through the crowd and just hugs her. Then after a time she whispers, "I missed you. Sorry that I couldn't be patient."

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Seloria grins, almost awkwardly, even as Alma attaches herself. "Hello, Alma. It's okay, dear - I figured someone would come looking for me." She arches an eyebrow at Helena after that statement. "No, I got another job."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "Oh?" Helena asks, "Quitting Muramasa's employ already?" She sounds amused. "Also, I dunno, a ship cook is mostly cramped in the boat, instead of outside on the boat."

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' Alma would eventually draw away, not looking embarassed in the slightest from her display of fondness for Seloria. She'd then reach into a leather satchel at her side, and withdraws a new radio for Seloria, offering it to her. She figured she might need a new one after she'd cleaned up the smashed one in her room at the inn. And then on the prospect of being a ship's cook, she just sort of states awkwardly, "I don't suppose they're hiring for two? I could... at least come with you for a few days. Souji generally doesn't mind, I can do my research on the ship anyhow at night. And Helena can attest to me being an alright cook."

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' "No, no." Seloria laughs, looking at them both. "I just... needed to do something, important. For me. Something I can't... involve anyone else in. That was my job. It was temporary, so -" "No, I'm not quitting Muramasa's employ, Helena. He and I made a deal, and I'm sticking it to it." Seloria is offered a radio, and Selly gives her a kind smile, before she gently pushes it back across towards Alma. She doesn't want it. "I'll be home - er, back in Costa Del Sol - soon."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "What's the matter?" Helena says almost automatically. "You can fool her, but you can not fool me...we've known each other way too long." She says, very...seriously. It is...surprising how serious she was being right now.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' "Oh." She gives her a sheepish sort of look. "Nik may be looking for you too, I asked him to." She'd take a deep breath, then sigh, her hands dropping to her sides, as she puts away the radio. "Well, Selly, you do what you need to do for yourself and come back to us. I'll be waiting... and I'll take good care of your things, I promise." Alma had realized that something was wrong as well.. but she didn't want to pry. She didn't know Seloria well enough yet, so she sought to give her her space. It doesn't suprise her when Helena asks the question though, and since she's wondering the answer herself, she just looks between the two.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' "Helena..." Seloria sighs when the monk immediately zeroes in on there being an issue. Then she blinks at Alma. "Nik knows and trusts me and it would take more than a couple of days of me being gone for him to come actually find me. He trusts me to..." "You know, be capable and take care of myself." Shen then nods. "Thank you, Alma." She then neatly doesn't finish the answer to the question.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' "It's not that I don't think you can take care of yourself..." She states quietly, "It's just that you don't have to. We're here to help you work through it whatever it is bothering you. Like.. how you help me. We care for you Selly, that's all."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena looks at Seloria. "You're right, you can. So can I." She says, suddenly and quickly turning away. She just starts walking off, easily abandoning the search as she started. "Later."

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' "Helena!" Seloria yelps as she starts walking off. "Damn it, this is why I --" She stops and hurries after the monk. "Helena, I'm /sorry/." She mumbles.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena turns, viciously. Her right hand moves to strike the side of Seloria's arms...the motion was fluid, and automatic, her eyes blazing with a moment of unquelled rage. It was gone, the strikes, however...left no physical mark, but instead were there to cause /intense/ pain and restrict the movement of Seloria. Helena looks baffled for a moment...and then turns off. "Waste of time. If you want to go around sulking and being a baby, then cry like one. I have more important things to do for Master Murasame then to chase you around on my personal time."

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' Alma walks a little closer, but otherwise keeps her distance. She isn't about to interrupt the pair right now. She just takes a deep breath to reflect on the situation. While growing up, she'd only relied on her siblings. While at school, her siblings grew distant, and she found herself without friends having to stand on her own two feet.. which she tripped over, more often than not. And now once again, she had people to rely on... Except one of those people didn't want to be relied on. Or was it something more? Silently she cursed her own ignorance. Maybe if she'd had fewer problems, she'd have had more time to get to know her better. And then Helena hits Seloria, and the girl's eyes widen in shock. Unbidden did a radiant yellow aura around herself come, and in a split second, she was behind Seloria, whispering something. Seloria began to feel warmth as a healing spell from Alma washed over her, seeking out to undo whatever Helena did to her. "Please don't talk to her like that Helena, you know it isn't like that."

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Seloria looks stunned when Helena's hand meets her arm, and then even as she gets accused of sulking and being a baby, and crying like one. She looks utterly puzzled - because unless Helena was listening in on Costa Del Sol the other night, then she hasn't acted like one at all. She looks at Helena, then takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry if I came off at that way, I did not mean to act like such, I'm trying to be a big girl and not cry." She states, simply. "There are just some things I would prefer to take care of myself. I'm sorry if that comes off as cry-babyish. THank you for your words, though, I'll be sure to improve myself further as you've been trying to improve me for ages now."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena is already turned...the magic being used...or rather the aura is making her more irritable.. Helena turns, looking at Alma, her gaze is passive...at first glance. That mask of unfeeling again, "Shut up, do not involve yourself in affairs that are between adults." she says, with no viciousness in her tone...infact, it might be better IF there had been some venom there. She looks back to Seloria, no lightening of her tone or her looks. "Maybe one day you'll actually listen." She says, and then finally walks off.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' The aura remains, for so long as Helena is there. For a time the girl tenses, in expectation of a potential fight. She didn't want to fight Helena...as she came to understand her, she certainly didn't hate her anymore, though she disliked her treatment of her. The girl would though, for Seloria's sake, if Helena struck again. When Helena was acting.. cold, detached.. she actually rather feared that almost as much as her anger. She almost wondered if this was the /true/ Helena, as compared to when she modulates between her floopish, capricious side, and her angry intensity, as she'd seen this once before. She stares at Helena through the lens of her glasses as she condescends her, her expression unflinching. She had no confidence in herself except in matters where her friends were in danger, or at each other's throats. And then once Helena walks away, the aura fades, instantly. And she's left there with Seloria, trying to gauge her reaction.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' "The one time I try to be honest and adult-like I just get myself into trouble. Thanks, mouth of mine." Seloria mutters this as she looks after Helena as she walks off, sadness in her green eyes. "This is why you shouldn't get close to me, Alma." She says, to the girl next to her. "No matter how much I try, everything and everyone always gets into some sort of strange and terrible trouble." "I did listen." She finally mutters, more to herself. "Go back to Costa, and Souji. Be good, Alma. Please." She gives the girla quick squeeze, before she resolutely walks off again.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' She listens to Seloria throughout all of that, and then as Seloria walks off... she follows after her a pace, "Selly, wait!" If Seloria stopped, so would she, otherwise, she'd continue to follow. "I don't care, Selly! I don't care if you get me into trouble. I don't care if you say all the wrong things, or the right things..." She'd close her eyes, "...you're my friend, and I don't care about anything other than that. You and Kyra... you're all I've got, but even if you weren't, I'd still love you. I'd still want to be a part of my life." Then very quietly, "Please don't push me away... please."

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Seloria stares at Alma for awhile. "Please, dear." She whispers, finally drawing her into a hug. "Trust me. Go back; support Kyra, do your job. Try to keep people from arguing. For me?"

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' She returns the hug, but just gives Seloria that look. That look of complete and utter devastation. She doesn't know how to handle this sort of situation. She wants to try and ask her not to go, even for a short time, but she likes and respects Seloria too much to act so selfish. After a moment she's sniffling, all of her previous calmness, that confidence, melting right out of her voice, "A-Alright, I p-promise, for y-you. J-Just promise me.. that w-when you come back, w-we'll talk. R-Really talk...and.. t-that you'll take me s-swimming. I b-barely know how..." And then she's too choked up to say anything else.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' "You... don't know how to swim?" Seloria sounds astonished, but then remembers not everyone is born Levitani. Then she blinks. "Don't cry, Alma, please don't." She whispers. "I promise. I promise to come back."

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' "N-Not well. I... p-paddle." She wipes away her eyes, still sniffling, but calmer, "A-Alright. I-I'll hold you to t-that." She tries to manage a brave smile for Seloria, but it still looks quite sad.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' "I'm sorry." Seloria whispers. "I really, really am." She squeezes Alma yet again- Squishy white mage gets hugged - then she kisses the top of the other girls' forehead, like she would a little sibling.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' "D-Don't be.." She sniffles, wiping away her nose, accepting the hug with one of her own in reply, "I-I'm the o-one that's a-always so s-selfish. A-Always coming to y-you with all my problems. A-Always messing up. I s-should have b-been l-listening to you m-more... a-about your p-problems. I'm so s-sorry Seloria.. m-maybe if I'd just l-listened more.."

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' "You're not selfish. I wasn't saying anything anyways, so it's not like anyone knew." Seloria points this out with a sigh.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' She whispers, "T-Try it s-sometimes. Y-You don't have to s-shoulder e-everything on your own." She'd then draw away, her smile becoming slightly more true to what Seloria might know. "I-I'll see you when y-you get back."

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' "Right. Have fun for me, Alma!" Seloria winks at her, then disappears into the crowd.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' She stands there for a while, watching Seloria vanish into the crowd. Fun. Sometimes she wondered if she even knew how to have fun anymore. And then she'd melt back into the crowd of Baron. Just another white mage in a land where they're entirely ordinary.

Watery Breakdown

2013-05-14T05:56:23Z

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{{Cutscene Header
|Date of Scene=2013/05/14
|Location=Costa Del Sol
|Synopsis=Seloria deals with some things while trying to keep herself together. It ... doesn't quite work out.
|Cast of Characters=Seloria Delacreaux,
}}
It is a beautiful inn, one that is nice enough for Seloria to feel safe, and yet, well within her living means. The room itself is cramped but it works - there are several things: A bed against one wall, a table on each wall - one for research, a second with a sewing machine and dress patterns on it, and under it and around it, a giant pile of fabrics.

There is also the standard ice box and shelving unit. Seloria's personal items are shoved under the bed. Seloria herself is... buried in the pile of fabric, her nimble hands quietly stressing a piece of stretchable jersey fabric.

Her radio - she can't remember the brand of it - is nestled across the room, half-shattered from where she's thrown at the wall in a fit of both panic and anger at herself.

Seloria nestles down in the fabrics further, not caring about the fact she's ruining good stock, muttering to herself in vague, unhappy ways that seem to mostly revolve about how much she's an idiot and this is why she should've just kept to herself.

If she had never gotten involved with Nik...

If Alma had never started looking up to her...

Then maybe she'd be okay. It's okay if no one ever remembered her. It's okay if everyone forgot the summoner who never really wanted her power, because it always seemed to be used for things she didn't want to have a part in. Yet, that was the odd end of the deal...

Or was it?

Crying softly, Seloria wastes the night away, unhappy memories plaguing her mind.

Jihl Nabaat

2013-05-14T02:31:02Z

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{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Jihl
|lastname=Nabaat
|age=25 - Presumably
|image=Jihl Nabaat XIII-2 Battle Render.png
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|height=5'6
|weight=130 lbs
|series=Final Fantasy 13
|styles=Nabaat Baton
|hometown=Palumpolum
|alignment=Forces of Ruin
|group=PSICOM
|occupation=LtCol of PSICOM
|themesong=To Hunt l'Cie - FFXIII OST
|quote=People’s hearts are pure chaos. Formless and ever-changing - a mystery no one can solve.
|footer=Started exploring the other worlds.
}}
{{CTable}}{{RTable}}
= Profile =
Jihl Nabaat is a woman of mystery. A lieutenant colonel in the Cocoon army, as well as the head of the Public Security and Intelligence Command (aka PSICOM), Jihl has dedicated her life itself to making sure that be beings known as l'Cie, whether from Pulse or Cocoon itself, do nothing to hurt her world. While she seems to be kind and trustworthy, underneath her thin-framed glasses is a heart of darkness - as Jihl is a cruel and heartless woman, who uses her capabilities and skills to prove herself not only as the savior of her world, but superior to the ordinary humans of the world itself. Often described as a sadist, she does nothing for most of the others, unless it's for the Primarch Galenth Dysley. Even then, Jihl has her own motivations, both political and personal, and if the end of her world can catapult her to a greater dimension, then so be it...
 
'''Skills:''' Amazing Chest Ahead, Try Using Both Hands, Object Of The Cameramans Crush, Objects To The Pool Being Closed, Bait-and-Switch Boss, Glasses Pull, The Glasses Come Off, Ice Queen, Sexy Spectacles, Smug Snake, Staff of Authority, Come Closer, No - Closer, Yes, Right There, Then She Bites Your Head Off, Praying Mantis, And Just Think Of What That Means For Her Kisses, The Boss Fight You Should Have Gotten

= Trivia =

* Jihl carries a collapsable baton, like are found in real life police areas.
* Jihl is a master of the manadrives, the system used through Antimatter Manipulation Principles (AMP), which allows her to synthesize the effects of magic, up to and including feats of near-superhuman agility.
* Jihl has control over most of the AMP-driven summon portals - mostly because they're for PSICOM, and Jihl being PSICOM, well...
* She's started learning French. Thanks, Max.

= Relations =
=== People Jihl Doesn't Hate ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Maximilien]]
| "It's complicated."
| No, seriously, it is. They're dating. Max isn't even from her world, but he is a unsufferable Frenchman with a flawless accent, and a penchant for cooking.
|-
| [[Yaag Rosch]]
| "My right hand man."
| Yaag is trust-worthy, honest, and Jihl could ask for no one better to help lead PSICOM with.
|-
| [[Galenth Dysley]]
| "Your orders, Primarch?"
| The Primarch of Cocoon, and the other man Jihl has pledged her heart and soul too. She will do practically anything for him.
|-
| [[Alberic Lux]]
| "Not /again/!"
| An ancient l'Cie of undeniable power and wisdom, not to mention a few dashes of EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL - ahem. Jihl won't piss him off. It's a strange working relationship.
|}

=== Everyone Else ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Serah Farron]]
| "Hehehe."
| A l'Cie. This means, of course, she's subhuman, but she's very much alive, and Jihl is delighting in this fact.
|-
| [[Cid Raines]]
| "I'll deal."
| The head of the Guardian Corp forces, Jihl and Cid are at frequent odds.
|-
| [[Cirra Constantine]]
| "Hmm."
| A true rival.
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}

= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Jihl Nabaat

2013-05-14T02:19:46Z

SpyPoet:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Jihl
|lastname=Nabaat
|age=25 - Presumably
|image=Jihl Nabaat XIII-2 Battle Render.png
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|height=5'6
|weight=130 lbs
|series=Final Fantasy 13
|styles=Nabaat Baton
|hometown=Palumpolum
|alignment=Forces of Ruin
|group=PSICOM
|occupation=LtCol of PSICOM
|themesong=To Hunt l'Cie - FFXIII OST
|quote=People’s hearts are pure chaos. Formless and ever-changing - a mystery no one can solve.
|footer=Started exploring the other worlds.
}}
{{CTable}}{{RTable}}
= Profile =
Jihl Nabaat is a woman of mystery. A lieutenant colonel in the Cocoon army, as well as the head of the Public Security and Intelligence Command (aka PSICOM), Jihl has dedicated her life itself to making sure that be beings known as l'Cie, whether from Pulse or Cocoon itself, do nothing to hurt her world. While she seems to be kind and trustworthy, underneath her thin-framed glasses is a heart of darkness - as Jihl is a cruel and heartless woman, who uses her capabilities and skills to prove herself not only as the savior of her world, but superior to the ordinary humans of the world itself. Often described as a sadist, she does nothing for most of the others, unless it's for the Primarch Galenth Dysley. Even then, Jihl has her own motivations, both political and personal, and if the end of her world can catapult her to a greater dimension, then so be it...
 
'''Skills:''' Amazing Chest Ahead, Try Using Both Hands, Object Of The Cameramans Crush, Objects To The Pool Being Closed, Bait-and-Switch Boss, Glasses Pull, The Glasses Come Off, Ice Queen, Sexy Spectacles, Smug Snake, Staff of Authority, Come Closer, No - Closer, Yes, Right There, Then She Bites Your Head Off, Praying Mantis, And Just Think Of What That Means For Her Kisses, The Boss Fight You Should Have Gotten

= Relations =
=== People Jihl Doesn't Hate ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Maximilien]]
| "It's complicated."
| No, seriously, it is. They're dating. Max isn't even from her world, but he is a unsufferable Frenchman with a flawless accent, and a penchant for cooking.
|-
| [[Yaag Rosch]]
| "My right hand man."
| Yaag is trust-worthy, honest, and Jihl could ask for no one better to help lead PSICOM with.
|-
| [[Galenth Dysley]]
| "Your orders, Primarch?"
| The Primarch of Cocoon, and the other man Jihl has pledged her heart and soul too. She will do practically anything for him.
|}

=== Everyone Else ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Serah Farron]]
| "Hehehe."
| A l'Cie. This means, of course, she's subhuman, but she's very much alive, and Jihl is delighting in this fact.
|-
| [[Cid Raines]]
| "I'll deal."
| The head of the Guardian Corp forces, Jihl and Cid are at frequent odds.
|-
| [[Cirra Constantine]]
| "Hmm."
| A true rival.
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}

= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

A Little Lost L'Cie Is Found

2013-05-14T02:04:47Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/05/13
|Location=Palumpolum
|Synopsis=After months of hunting for a l'Cie - any of them - Jihl Nabaat and PSICOM finally come across the uncrystalized Serah Farron. Terrible things occur.
|Cast of Characters=Jihl Nabaat, Serah Farron
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' There had been a missing person report listed in PSICOM ever since a certain crystallized l'Cie had managed to lose her casing and escape. As such, when there is a rumor of her - just a rumor - Jihl Nabaat has left the PSICOM offices. The few squads left roam Palumpolum, and Jihl walks alone - this is both arrogance, and both hope that the girl will be running from the troops...

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron has been on the run. Well, not chased away per se. It seems that PSICOM had other things to worry about than a statue made out of crystal forgotten in the back end of a warehouse. So that's how she slipped out, quite a while ago actually. No one was really looking for her, and no one seemed to know or care about l'Cies either. This has been a nice boon for the runaway l'Cie at least. But no, what she was running away from constantly are heartless. For some reason they seem to be drawn to her repeatidly, so that's been most of her headache. Plus the fact she has no idea what her focus is precisely, although she keeps seeing images of Cocoon, lonely in the sky. Its mostly happenstance that she ended up running into Palumpolom, weeks after she left it. Still looking for a weapon of her own, a bow, she's been following words of people on where she could find a decent one, perhaps tailor made for her abilities and physique. At least, it seems the heartless has given up chasing her right now, so she's a face among the crowd... and perfectly dressed for the Cocoon town too.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' PSICOM has many things to worry about, most of them revolving around the exact same heartless that are chasing Serah Farron. Serah is not exactly commented on - being in Palumpolum, she is one of the ones most easily able to fit in here, and does like a glove. However, that does not mean she is safe. "Lt. Colonel, I've got a match." "Set up a perimeter - cover all the streets, and get people up on the rooftops." Jihl instructs, moving steadily through the crowd. Most of the people part for her, while those from other worlds, coming in to visit, just look at her curiously. Pink hair... pink hair... ah/ha/. There.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' The last thing on her mind was being attacked by people in this city, honestly. She was just taking a rest from the heartless, and then... Surrounded. She blinks, looking around. Her upper arm is wrapped, so there's no sign of her branding, it just looks like a normal wound patched up really. "What do you want, what's going on?" She looks a bit alarmed of course.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Oh, it's not an /attack/. Merely a wonderfully fun game of... hide and seek. Jihl pushes through the PSICOM forces, looking down at Serah with a small, almost thoughtful smile. She confers with the folks back at the actual PSICOM base about the woman she's standing in front of, and as she gets the confirmation of a look-alike match of her face and the crystal form, Jihl tilts her head forward. "We were wondering where you wandered off too, my little crystal." Jihl murmurs, her voice practically a purr - she is smiling kindly, the glasses on, promoting an air of worry and care about Serah.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron takes a look around her, seeing everyone being in the way of any escape. Well, any non-violent one at least. She then blinks, looking at Jihl, and the way she just 'purrs' at her like that. Well, how about trying to play innocent a bit, see how that works out for her "I have no idea what you're talking about." She looks sincere enough too as she says that. Not like she really knows what happened while she was asleep either.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl smiles more brightly, but it doesn't, as always, reach her eyes. "You don't? Such a shame." She clucks her tongue. She does lean in however, giving Serah a very thorough look-over, her eyes glinting in amusement as she notices the band wrapped around her upper arm. "Hiding a secret from your city, dear?"

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron is covering something on her arm, its for certain. She looks down a bit though. She's not that good at lies either "No, I'm not. Even if I would, what does it matter to you?" She's not sure she wants to have anything to do with these people, considering how they attacked Bodhum before, just for her, and sent many people to get purged like that.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "It matters a lot." Jihl says, suddenly more businesslike than she was before. "Especially since I know what you are... what that is hiding." It is a very big bluff - For all Jihl knows, it might not actually be her l'Cie brand, but -- A guess still has at least a minute chance of being right. "You still want to serve your world, don't you?"

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron frowns. Well, she probably knows that much if she recognized her. She's bitten the bluff, but she's not showing her brand either "What do you mean by serving my world?" She doesn't even have a 'world' here, she's been around enough to know about it, and even though Cocoon is there, things that used to be there aren't there anymore. Bodhum is not even in the same world than Eden. There's not much making sense of it all. There's not even any Pulse in fact... even if she was a Pulse l'Cie, what would it change?

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl pinches her nose. "You're the /only/." Jihl says, emphasizing the last word; "Known l'Cie that we still had sight of as of the world fall. We're literally spread so thin that keeping our eyes on you and what vestiges that may be out there - what beings that be out there trying to continue to hurt the world...s..." She adds on ... "It makes you a person of interest, so... finding you really is the best."

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron crosses her arms at that. Well, maybe she can get some information from this person. She doesn't know of Jihl, she might have crossed her before without paying attention, her sister was in the Corps after all. But she doesn't know how much she can trust her either. "...But what for, what use would a l'Cie be to you?" Especially a Pulse l'Cie. But wait... "... Does that mean you have no news about my sister either?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "I haven't." Jihl says, heavily. As a matter of fact, the only one she still has is Dajh and even that one is debatable, seeing as how Serah broke her own Crystal Stasis. It is actually slightly angering for Jihl. "So, non, you are important - even if you are a l'cie." She wrinkles her nose.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron keeps her arms pointedly, analyzing every reaction. But she's not that good at reading people either. She shakes her head "... How long has it been anyway..." She wonders. The city hasn't changed much, despite not being in the same place of course. "And what do you want from me then." She's not denying the whole l'Cie anymore, if that's meaning anything anymore. She just doesn't see the point right now. But she's still weary of the guards around her "... and why are you so careful, think I'll run away?

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl shakes her head. "A few months." She says, her voice raw. "Closer to half a year. We were... lucky. The Primarch remains alive, so even though we have lost all but Eden and Palumpolum, we at least maintain some semblance of ... well, normalcy." She smiles, a brittle look. "As for what I want, it is more what the Primarch wants." She rolls her shoulders. "You already did once." She points out.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron sighs as she's reminded about that "Maybe I did once, but its not like I had much choice. I didn't even do much, it was more like I was bait to drag people along." She glares a bit at that "I rather not be used that way again." She can stand on her own, she can even use magic, and learned to fight a bit too. "And what does the Primarch wants with a Pulse l'Cie?" Actually, she doesn't even know what she's supposed to do, or even if it counts as a Pulse l'Cie anymore, considering... well... no Pulse or Cocoon.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "We would just like to keep track of you. Do you have a radio system?" Jihl asks, gently. "It is more for your own safety; I imagine you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, but..." She shrugs one slim shoulder, crossing her arms across her chest. "That is all the Primarch has asked of me. Normally we would... try to keep you close, but..." She shrugs.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron tilts her head "... But what?" She looks down at her hip. She has one of those phones, Nik helped her, so he could keep contact. Mostly in case they ever find her 'potential hot sister', but whatever. It's good to have contact with someone sometimes, especially if lost or in trouble. He'd be much more like Snow if he wasn't a shameless skirt chaser. Le sigh. She picks up her phone "... Yeah, I have one."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "Good. If you ever need help, here is my personal number, as well as the one to the PSICOM forces." Jihl takes a notepad and scribbles on it, ending in a extravagant scrawl of words, before handing it over to Serah. "But, what -- but normally that would mean we're in a world where everything made sense. It does not now. Keeping l'cie confined is not as important any more." Even if that is something that pisses Jihl off. "So, your freedom is gained."

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron points to the guards around her then "... So what about them needing to surround me?" She hasn't shown any agressivity, even if she was ready. Her hand had some magical energy ready to be released, but doesn't seem like that'd be necessary at all at least. She pockets away the paper with the number, she'll enter it into the phone later... could be useful. At least it doesn't seem like they had any trace on her up to now either.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "We were unsure of what your reaction would be. Gentlemen, you're dismissed." Every single one of them throws a salute before the various groups trot of. Jihl then turns her head a bit, craning it to relax vaguely. "Ahh." She mutters, before giving her another smile. "I believe that will be all, my dear. Don't be afraid to call."

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron watches the guards leaving... and sighs to herself a bit. Well, safe at least "... Ah, I wanted to know... about Cocoon... do you know anything?" She asks. She has those images flashing in her head after all. Its not the first time, last time it was before she was crystalized. So... maybe its her focus. But how can you tell what your focus is, when all you see is pictures of a world you can't even go to?

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "No..." Jihl says, masking the sourness of not knowing things. "Different people have different stories; when the Heartless -- that's what they're called - attacked, I fought them hard and long. Eventually a dark portal opened up and I was cast out of the world onto the areas of a another town, and found my way back home."

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron nods, sighing "... I wish I knew what happened." She can't explain it well, but she's been travelling around trying to get information too, but everyone she met had similar stories. Maybe Cocoon really doesn't exist anymore? "Well.. thank you." She bows courtly.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "You're welcome. Be well, Serah Farron." With that oblique statement, Jihl raises her hand and disappears down the nearest alleyway.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron stays there for a few moments more... She's not sure what happened exactly here, but she might as well take it. She'll take having a bit of rest over watching her shoulder every passing moment for them trying to chase or trap her somewhere. She sighs, and walks away. Well, might as well look up for that bow shop as she was here for at first... It should be somewhere around here.

A Little Lost L'Cie Is Found

2013-05-14T02:01:10Z

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:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' There had been a missing person report listed in PSICOM ever since a certain crystalized l'Cie had managed to lose her casing and escape. As such, when there is a rumor of her - just a rumor - Jihl Nabaat has left the PSICOM offices. The few squads left roam Palumpolum, and Jihl walks alone - this is both arrogance, and both hope that the girl will be running from the troops...

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron has been on the run. Well, not chased away per se. It seems that PSICOM had other things to worry about than a statue made out of crystal forgotten in the back end of a warehouse. So that's how she slipped out, quite a while ago actually. Noone was really looking for her, and noone seemed to know or care about l'Cies either. This has been a nice boon for the runaway l'Cie at least. But no, what she was running away from constantly are heartless. For some reason they seem to be drawn to her repeatidly, so that's been most of her headache. Plus the fact she has no idea what her focus is precisely, although she keeps seeing images of Cocoon, lonely in the sky. Its mostly happenstance that she ended up running into Palumpolom, weeks after she left it. Still looking for a weapon of her own, a bow, she's been following words of people on where she could find a decent one, perhaps tailo made for her abilities and physique. At least, it seems the heartless has given up chasing her right now, so she's a face among the crowd... and perfectly dressed for the Cocoon town too.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' PSICOM has many things to worry about, most of them revolving around the exact same heartless that are chasing Serah Farron. Serah is not exactly commented on - being in Palumpolum, she is one of the ones most easily able to fit in here, and does like a glove. However, that does not mean she is safe. "Lt. Colonel, I've got a match." "Set up a perimiter - cover all the streets, and get people up on the rooftops." Jihl instructs, moving steadily through the crowd. Most of the people part for her, while those from other worlds, coming in to visit, just look at her curiously. Pink hair... pink hair... ah/ha/. There.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' The last thing on her mind was being attacked by people in this city, honestly. She was just taking a rest from the heartless, and then... Surrounded. She blinks, looking around. Her upper arm is wrapped, so there's no sign of her branding, it just looks like a normal wound patched up really. "What do you want, what's going on?" She looks a bit alarmed of course.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Oh, it's not an /attack/. Merely a wonderfully fun game of... hide and seek. Jihl pushes through the PSICOM forces, looking down at Serah with a small, almost thoughtful smile. She confers with the folks back at the actual PSICOM base about the woman she's standing in front of, and as she gets the confirmation of a look-alike match of her face and the crystal form, Jihl tilts her head forward. "We were wondering where you wandered off too, my little crystal." Jihl murmurs, her voice practically a purr - she is smiling kindly, the glasses on, promoting an air of worry and care about Serah.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron takes a look around her, seeing everyone being in the way of any escape. Well, any non-violent one at least. She then blinks, looking at Jihl, and the way she just 'purrs' at her like that. Well, how about trying to play innocent a bit, see how that works out for her "I have no idea what you're talking about." She looks sincere enough too as she says that. Not like she really knows what happened while she was asleep either.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl smiles more brightly, but it doesn't, as always, reach her eyes. "You don't? Such a shame." She clucks her tongue. She does lean in however, giving Serah a very thorough lookover, her eyes glinting in amusement as she notices the band wrapped around her upper arm. "Hiding a secret from your city, dear?"

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron is covering something on her arm, its for certain. She looks down a bit though. She's not that good at lies either "No, I'm not. Even if I would, what does it matter to you?" She's not sure she wants to have anything to do with these people, considering how they attacked Bodhum before, just for her, and sent many people to get purged like that.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "It matters a lot." Jihl says, suddenly more businesslike than she was before. "Esepcially since I know what you are... what that is hiding." It is a very big bluff - For all Jihl knows, it might not actually be her l'Cie brand, but -- A guess still has at least a minute chance of being right. "You still want to serve your world, don't you?"

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron frowns. Well, she probably knows that much if she recognized her. She's bitten the bluff, but she's not showing her brand either "What do you mean by serving my world?" She doesn't even have a 'world' here, she's been around enough to know about it, and even though Cocoon is there, things that used to be there aren't there anymore. Bodhum is not even in the same world than Eden. There's not much making sense of it all. There's not even any Pulse in fact... even if she was a Pulse l'Cie, what would it change?

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl pinches her nose. "You're the /only/." Jihl says, emphasizing the last word; "Known l'Cie that we still had sight of as of the world fall. We're literally spread so thin that keeping our eyes on you and what vestiges that may be out there - what beings that be out there trying to continue to hurt the world...s..." She adds on ... "It makes you a person of interest, so... finding you really is the best."

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron crosses her arms at that. Well, maybe she can get some informations from this person. She doesn't know of Jihl, she might have crossed her before without paying attention, her sister was in the Corps after all. But she doesn't know how much she can trust her either. "...But what for, what use would a l'Cie be to you?" Especially a Pulse l'Cie. But wait... "... Does that mean you have no news about my sister either?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "I haven't." Jihl says, heavily. As a matter of fact, the only one she still has is Dajh and even that one is debatable, seeing as how Serah broke her own Crystal Stasis. It is actually slightly angering for Jihl. "So, non, you are important - even if you are a l'cie." She wrinkles her nose.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron keeps her arms pointedly, analyzing every reaction. But she's not that good rea reading people either. She shakes her head "... How long has it been anyway..." She wonders. The city hasn't changed much, despite not being in the same place of course. "And what do you want from me then." She's not denying the whole l'Cie anymore, if that's meaning anything anymore. She just deoesn't see the point right now. But she's still weary of the guards around her "... and why are you so careful, think I'll run away?

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl shakes her head. "A few months." She says, her voice raw. "Closer to half a year. We were... lucky. The Primarch remains alive, so even though we have lost all but Eden and Palumpolum, we at least maintain some semblance of ... well, normalcy." She smiles, a brittle look. "As for what I want, it is more what the Primarch wants." She rolls her shoulders. "You already did once." She points out.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron sighs as she's reminded about that "Maybe I did once, but its not like I had much choice. I didn't even do much, it was more like I was bait to drag people along." She glares a bit at that "I rather not be used that way again." She can stand on her own, she can even use magic, and learned to fight a bit too. "And what does the Primarch wants with a Pulse l'Cie?" Actually, she doesn't even know what she's supposed to do, or even if it counts as a Pulse l'Cie anymore, considering... well... no Pulse or Cocoon.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "We would just like to keep track of you. Do you have a radio system?" Jihl asks, gently. "It is more for your own safety; I imagine you are perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, but..." She shrugs one slim shoulder, crossing her arms across her chest. "That is all the Primarch has asked of me. Normally we would... try to keep you close, but..." She shrugs.

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron tilts her head "... But what?" She looks down at her hip. She has one of those phones, Nik helped her, so he could keep contact. Mostly in case they ever find her 'potential hot sister', but whatever. It's good to have contact with someone sometimes, especially if lost or in trouble. He'd be much more like Snow if he wasn't a shameless skirt chaser. Le sigh. She picks up her phone "... Yeah, I have one."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "Good. If you ever need help, here is my personal number, as well as the one to the PSICOM forces." Jihl takes a notepad and scribbles on it, ending in a extravagent scrawl of words, before handing it over to Serah. "But, what -- but normally that would mean we're in a world where everything made sense. It does not now. Keeping l'cie confined is not as important any more." Even if that is something that pisses Jihl off. "So, your freedom is gained."

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron points to the guards around her then "... So what about them needing to surround me?" She hasn't shown any agressivity, even if she was ready. Her hand had some magical energy ready to be released, but doesn't seem like that'd be necessary at all at least. She pockets away the paper with the number, she'll enter it into the phone later... could be useful. At least it doesn't seem like they had any trace on her up to now either.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "We were unsure of what your reaction would be. Gentlemen, you're dismissed." Every single one of them throws a salute before the various groups trot of. Jihl then turns her head a bit, craning it to relax vaguely. "Ahh." She mutters, before giving her another smile. "I believe that will be all, my dear. Don't be afraid to call."

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron watches the guards leaving... and sighs to herself a bit. Well, safe at least "... Ah, I wanted to know... about Cocoon... do you know anything?" She asks. She has those images flashing in her head after all. Its not the first time, last time it was before she was crystalized. So... maybe its her focus. But how can you tell what your focus is, when all you see is pictures of a world you can't even go to?

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "No..." Jihl says, masking the sourness of not knowing things. "Different people have different stories; when the Heartless -- that's what they're called - attacked, I fought them hard and long. Eventually a dark portal opened up and I was cast out of the world onto the areas of a another town, and found my way back home."

:'''[[Serah Farron]] has posed:''' Serah Farron nods, sighing "... I wish I knew what happened." She can't explain it well, but she's been travelling around trying to get information too, but everyone she met had similar stories. Maybe Cocoon really doesn't exist anymore? "Well.. thank you." She bows courtly.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "You're welcome. Be well, Serah Farron." With that oblique statement, Jihl raises her hand and disappears down the nearest alleyway.

Seloria Delacreaux

2013-05-12T01:38:40Z

SpyPoet: /* Soundtrack */ - Forgot a song

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Seloria
|lastname=Delacreaux
|age=17
|image=Seloria1.jpg
|caption=Seloria showing off her cloak she made.
|species=Hume (Levitani)
|sex=Female
|height=5'4
|weight=116 lbs
|series=Final Fantasy Act: Class
|styles=Wind's Grace
|hometown=Galianda
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Alexander Academy
|occupation=Student
|quote="I don't think that was my fault."
|footer=Recently arrived in ... well, the World of Ruin.
}}
{{CTable}}{{RTable}}
= Profile =
Seloria Delacreaux is the last remaining member of the Delacreaux family, whose soul and heart sings to the sea, to adventures, to exploring, and the very way of the Divines, the Second Gods of her world. Her family is unique, and Seloria is no different, able to call upon the power of the Second Gods to aid her when she needs them the most, and even more rare, able to maintain their very presence in the world for time, instead of only for a few minutes. Given her heritage from Levitani, she is sensitive to tidal changes, and loves being around the sea. She comes off as eccentric and strange, but she has a good heart and loves being around her friends, considering them her family.
 
'''Skills:''' On Speaking Terms With The Second Gods, Magical Ability Out The Wazoo, Magical Mysterious Transfer Girl, Made A Contract, I Wish For My World To Be Restored, My Life For Our World, Puella Magi Seloria Magica, Souji Is Our Kyuubey, And Jidro Is The One Who Tries To Talk Us Out Of Our Insane Things, The Only One With The Cooking Trope Played Straight, I Can Sense The Seas, Randomly Appears When You Need Her And Only Then, Get A Leash

== Abilities ==
'''Ethnic Trait - Levitani:''' Due to her Lavitani heritage, Seloria is extremely sensitive to tidal changes, currents, and other such water-based shifts. She shares this trait with others, like Jidro.

'''Summon Magic:''' Seloria has rampant magical power underneath her small frame, and it is undeniably of a great note - she is capable of not only calling and summoning the Second Gods, the Divines, into the world to use their power. Much more amazing, however, is that she's able to maintain their presence for longer than a couple of minutes. Her primary summons are the goddesses known as Sylph, and Siren.

'''Seamstress:''' Seloria is a talented seamstress with a penchant for making often-crazy looking but still rather comfortable clothing. She favors colors in the blues and green ranges, often combining them to get a shimmering effect that looks like the sea.

'''Swimmer:''' Seloria is a die-hard swimmer, capable of holding her breath for decent periods of time.

'''Random Appearances:''' Seloria has a tendency to only show up when you need her.

= Relations =
=== Friends ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Niklas Dragonius]]
| "Um... yeah."
| Nik and Seloria have a on-again, off-again, friends with many sorts of benefits relationship. Nik is one of the only two people that really knows all of her secrets, and she trusts him with everything. This of course, comes with the fact that they were betrothed before the world fall... not that they ever cared about that. They've both got time to go their own way.
|-
| [[Alma Hyral]]
| "Oh, Alma, it'll be okay."
| Alma is the nervous, younger sister of Kyra, and Seloria has a almost annoying need to worry and care about her. This is why she's done several things -- none of which Alma ever gets to know about.
|-
| [[Helena Celba]]
| "Deal."
| A deal is a deal, and Seloria made one with the irrepressible Helena Celba, aka 'Helly', as Selly calls her. They have a strange, working sort of friendship.
|}

=== Allies ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Souji Murasame]]
| "Nik made me do this."
| At Niks' insistance - so that Selly would be taken care of - Souji and Seloria are in a mutually beneficial working agreement. Great. Fine.
|-
| [[Kyra Hyral]]
| ":("
| Poor Kyra. Mauled by Helena, and then has to take care of Alma. Seloria will help her out however she can.
|-
| [[Soan Sagittarius]]
| "!"
| Tries to protect and care for everyone. That makes him an ally for Selly, no matter whose book.
|}

=== Adversary ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| None
| "Thankfully, I haven not had any issues with anyone!"
| No enemies!
|}

=== Acquaintances ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Jidro Gerrison]]
| *Mischevious Giggle*
| Jidro is the former student body president, and he sure acts like it! He needs to loosen up, and Seloria plans on making sure he does so.
|-
| [[Annia Leradine]]
| "Oro..."
| Cid's 'fiance'. We think. Kind of badass.
|-
| [[Minette Odam]]
| "Yoyoyoyoyo?"
| Soujis' accountant. Good with math, good with yoyos, seemingly bad at vents.
|-
|[[Thirza Ingersleben]]
| "Nice butt!"
| She has one, too. Good, strong blue mage. HMMMM.
|}

= Trivia & Other Things =

Seloria's deal with Souji basically boils down to this: She gives him her research, and he funds the opening of her clothing shop in Costa Del Sol. Once her shop is self-funding, that is to say, she no longer needs him, their deal becomes null and void, and if they wish to keep a business arrangement, a new deal will have to be made.

Her current shop models are:
* Alma
* Niklas

Seloria is surprisingly acrobatic.

=== Soundtrack ===

* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OU1qkH7Fwqw The Secret World MMO: The Siren Song]
* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2Chwj5JEww AmaLee: Magia (Cover)]
* [http://youtu.be/VwbtbfAnI80 Tarja: I Walk Alone]
* [http://youtu.be/2J2dwFVZHsY Ne-Yo: Beautiful Monster]
* [http://youtu.be/bftTUAIVMUQ Linkin Park - The Catalyst]
* [http://youtu.be/2SlSb2_G8Hw Ar Tonelico: EXEC_SPHILIA] (Theme Song)
* [http://youtu.be/mA1YxSfEEHQ The Section Quartet: Time Is Running Out (Cover)]
* [http://youtu.be/s2Gzegvh-Gs Ar Tonelico: EXEC_FLIP=METAMORPHOSE]

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}

= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Seloria Delacreaux

2013-05-12T01:19:32Z

SpyPoet: Addition of Trivia & Soundtrack sections

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Seloria
|lastname=Delacreaux
|age=17
|image=Seloria1.jpg
|caption=Seloria showing off her cloak she made.
|species=Hume (Levitani)
|sex=Female
|height=5'4
|weight=116 lbs
|series=Final Fantasy Act: Class
|styles=Wind's Grace
|hometown=Galianda
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Alexander Academy
|occupation=Student
|quote="I don't think that was my fault."
|footer=Recently arrived in ... well, the World of Ruin.
}}
{{CTable}}{{RTable}}
= Profile =
Seloria Delacreaux is the last remaining member of the Delacreaux family, whose soul and heart sings to the sea, to adventures, to exploring, and the very way of the Divines, the Second Gods of her world. Her family is unique, and Seloria is no different, able to call upon the power of the Second Gods to aid her when she needs them the most, and even more rare, able to maintain their very presence in the world for time, instead of only for a few minutes. Given her heritage from Levitani, she is sensitive to tidal changes, and loves being around the sea. She comes off as eccentric and strange, but she has a good heart and loves being around her friends, considering them her family.
 
'''Skills:''' On Speaking Terms With The Second Gods, Magical Ability Out The Wazoo, Magical Mysterious Transfer Girl, Made A Contract, I Wish For My World To Be Restored, My Life For Our World, Puella Magi Seloria Magica, Souji Is Our Kyuubey, And Jidro Is The One Who Tries To Talk Us Out Of Our Insane Things, The Only One With The Cooking Trope Played Straight, I Can Sense The Seas, Randomly Appears When You Need Her And Only Then, Get A Leash

== Abilities ==
'''Ethnic Trait - Levitani:''' Due to her Lavitani heritage, Seloria is extremely sensitive to tidal changes, currents, and other such water-based shifts. She shares this trait with others, like Jidro.

'''Summon Magic:''' Seloria has rampant magical power underneath her small frame, and it is undeniably of a great note - she is capable of not only calling and summoning the Second Gods, the Divines, into the world to use their power. Much more amazing, however, is that she's able to maintain their presence for longer than a couple of minutes. Her primary summons are the goddesses known as Sylph, and Siren.

'''Seamstress:''' Seloria is a talented seamstress with a penchant for making often-crazy looking but still rather comfortable clothing. She favors colors in the blues and green ranges, often combining them to get a shimmering effect that looks like the sea.

'''Swimmer:''' Seloria is a die-hard swimmer, capable of holding her breath for decent periods of time.

'''Random Appearances:''' Seloria has a tendency to only show up when you need her.

= Relations =
=== Friends ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Niklas Dragonius]]
| "Um... yeah."
| Nik and Seloria have a on-again, off-again, friends with many sorts of benefits relationship. Nik is one of the only two people that really knows all of her secrets, and she trusts him with everything. This of course, comes with the fact that they were betrothed before the world fall... not that they ever cared about that. They've both got time to go their own way.
|-
| [[Alma Hyral]]
| "Oh, Alma, it'll be okay."
| Alma is the nervous, younger sister of Kyra, and Seloria has a almost annoying need to worry and care about her. This is why she's done several things -- none of which Alma ever gets to know about.
|-
| [[Helena Celba]]
| "Deal."
| A deal is a deal, and Seloria made one with the irrepressible Helena Celba, aka 'Helly', as Selly calls her. They have a strange, working sort of friendship.
|}

=== Allies ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Souji Murasame]]
| "Nik made me do this."
| At Niks' insistance - so that Selly would be taken care of - Souji and Seloria are in a mutually beneficial working agreement. Great. Fine.
|-
| [[Kyra Hyral]]
| ":("
| Poor Kyra. Mauled by Helena, and then has to take care of Alma. Seloria will help her out however she can.
|-
| [[Soan Sagittarius]]
| "!"
| Tries to protect and care for everyone. That makes him an ally for Selly, no matter whose book.
|}

=== Adversary ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| None
| "Thankfully, I haven not had any issues with anyone!"
| No enemies!
|}

=== Acquaintances ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Jidro Gerrison]]
| *Mischevious Giggle*
| Jidro is the former student body president, and he sure acts like it! He needs to loosen up, and Seloria plans on making sure he does so.
|-
| [[Annia Leradine]]
| "Oro..."
| Cid's 'fiance'. We think. Kind of badass.
|-
| [[Minette Odam]]
| "Yoyoyoyoyo?"
| Soujis' accountant. Good with math, good with yoyos, seemingly bad at vents.
|-
|[[Thirza Ingersleben]]
| "Nice butt!"
| She has one, too. Good, strong blue mage. HMMMM.
|}

= Trivia & Other Things =

Seloria's deal with Souji basically boils down to this: She gives him her research, and he funds the opening of her clothing shop in Costa Del Sol. Once her shop is self-funding, that is to say, she no longer needs him, their deal becomes null and void, and if they wish to keep a business arrangement, a new deal will have to be made.

Her current shop models are:
* Alma
* Niklas

Seloria is surprisingly acrobatic.

=== Soundtrack ===

* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OU1qkH7Fwqw The Secret World MMO: The Siren Song]
* [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b2Chwj5JEww AmaLee: Magia (Cover)]
* [http://youtu.be/VwbtbfAnI80 Tarja: I Walk Alone]
* [http://youtu.be/2J2dwFVZHsY Ne-Yo: Beautiful Monster]
* [http://youtu.be/bftTUAIVMUQ Linkin Park - The Catalyst]
* [http://youtu.be/2SlSb2_G8Hw Ar Tonelico: .Exec SPHILIA/]
* [http://youtu.be/mA1YxSfEEHQ The Section Quartet: Time Is Running Out (Cover)]

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}

= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Seloria Delacreaux

2013-05-12T00:50:13Z

SpyPoet:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Seloria
|lastname=Delacreaux
|age=17
|image=Seloria1.jpg
|caption=Seloria showing off her cloak she made.
|species=Hume (Levitani)
|sex=Female
|height=5'4
|weight=116 lbs
|series=Final Fantasy Act: Class
|styles=Wind's Grace
|hometown=Galianda
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Alexander Academy
|occupation=Student
|quote="I don't think that was my fault."
|footer=Recently arrived in ... well, the World of Ruin.
}}
{{CTable}}{{RTable}}
= Profile =
Seloria Delacreaux is the last remaining member of the Delacreaux family, whose soul and heart sings to the sea, to adventures, to exploring, and the very way of the Divines, the Second Gods of her world. Her family is unique, and Seloria is no different, able to call upon the power of the Second Gods to aid her when she needs them the most, and even more rare, able to maintain their very presence in the world for time, instead of only for a few minutes. Given her heritage from Levitani, she is sensitive to tidal changes, and loves being around the sea. She comes off as eccentric and strange, but she has a good heart and loves being around her friends, considering them her family.
 
'''Skills:''' On Speaking Terms With The Second Gods, Magical Ability Out The Wazoo, Magical Mysterious Transfer Girl, Made A Contract, I Wish For My World To Be Restored, My Life For Our World, Puella Magi Seloria Magica, Souji Is Our Kyuubey, And Jidro Is The One Who Tries To Talk Us Out Of Our Insane Things, The Only One With The Cooking Trope Played Straight, I Can Sense The Seas, Randomly Appears When You Need Her And Only Then, Get A Leash

== Abilities ==
'''Ethnic Trait - Levitani:''' Due to her Lavitani heritage, Seloria is extremely sensitive to tidal changes, currents, and other such water-based shifts. She shares this trait with others, like Jidro.

'''Summon Magic:''' Seloria has rampant magical power underneath her small frame, and it is undeniably of a great note - she is capable of not only calling and summoning the Second Gods, the Divines, into the world to use their power. Much more amazing, however, is that she's able to maintain their presence for longer than a couple of minutes. Her primary summons are the goddesses known as Sylph, and Siren.

'''Seamstress:''' Seloria is a talented seamstress with a penchant for making often-crazy looking but still rather comfortable clothing. She favors colors in the blues and green ranges, often combining them to get a shimmering effect that looks like the sea.

'''Swimmer:''' Seloria is a die-hard swimmer, capable of holding her breath for decent periods of time.

'''Random Appearances:''' Seloria has a tendency to only show up when you need her.

= Relations =
=== Friends ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Niklas Dragonius]]
| "Um... yeah."
| Nik and Seloria have a on-again, off-again, friends with many sorts of benefits relationship. Nik is one of the only two people that really knows all of her secrets, and she trusts him with everything. This of course, comes with the fact that they were betrothed before the world fall... not that they ever cared about that. They've both got time to go their own way.
|-
| [[Alma Hyral]]
| "Oh, Alma, it'll be okay."
| Alma is the nervous, younger sister of Kyra, and Seloria has a almost annoying need to worry and care about her. This is why she's done several things -- none of which Alma ever gets to know about.
|-
| [[Helena Celba]]
| "Deal."
| A deal is a deal, and Seloria made one with the irrepressible Helena Celba, aka 'Helly', as Selly calls her. They have a strange, working sort of friendship.
|}

=== Allies ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Souji Murasame]]
| "Nik made me do this."
| At Niks' insistance - so that Selly would be taken care of - Souji and Seloria are in a mutually beneficial working agreement. Great. Fine.
|-
| [[Kyra Hyral]]
| ":("
| Poor Kyra. Mauled by Helena, and then has to take care of Alma. Seloria will help her out however she can.
|-
| [[Soan Sagittarius]]
| "!"
| Tries to protect and care for everyone. That makes him an ally for Selly, no matter whose book.
|}

=== Adversary ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| None
| "Thankfully, I haven not had any issues with anyone!"
| No enemies!
|}

=== Acquaintances ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Jidro Gerrison]]
| *Mischevious Giggle*
| Jidro is the former student body president, and he sure acts like it! He needs to loosen up, and Seloria plans on making sure he does so.
|-
| [[Annia Leradine]]
| "Oro..."
| Cid's 'fiance'. We think. Kind of badass.
|-
| [[Minette Odam]]
| "Yoyoyoyoyo?"
| Soujis' accountant. Good with math, good with yoyos, seemingly bad at vents.
|-
|[[Thirza Ingersleben]]
| "Nice butt!"
| She has one, too. Good, strong blue mage. HMMMM.
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}

= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Seloria Delacreaux

2013-05-12T00:48:55Z

SpyPoet:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Seloria
|lastname=Delacreaux
|age=17
|image=Seloria1.jpg
|caption=Seloria showing off her cloak she made.
|species=Hume (Levitani)
|sex=Female
|height=5'4
|weight=116 lbs
|series=Final Fantasy Act: Class
|styles=Wind's Grace
|hometown=Galianda
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Alexander Academy
|occupation=Student
|quote="I don't think that was my fault."
|footer=Recently arrived in ... well, the World of Ruin.
}}
{{CTable}}{{RTable}}
= Profile =
Seloria Delacreaux is the last remaining member of the Delacreaux family, whose soul and heart sings to the sea, to adventures, to exploring, and the very way of the Divines, the Second Gods of her world. Her family is unique, and Seloria is no different, able to call upon the power of the Second Gods to aid her when she needs them the most, and even more rare, able to maintain their very presence in the world for time, instead of only for a few minutes. Given her heritage from Levitani, she is sensitive to tidal changes, and loves being around the sea. She comes off as eccentric and strange, but she has a good heart and loves being around her friends, considering them her family.
 
'''Skills:''' On Speaking Terms With The Second Gods, Magical Ability Out The Wazoo, Magical Mysterious Transfer Girl, Made A Contract, I Wish For My World To Be Restored, My Life For Our World, Puella Magi Seloria Magica, Souji Is Our Irrevant Kyuubey, And Jidro Is The One Who Tries To Talk Us Out Of Our Insane Things, The Only One With The Cooking Trope Played Straight, I Can Sense The Seas, Randomly Appears When You Need Her And Only Then, Get A Leash

== Abilities ==
'''Ethnic Trait - Levitani:''' Due to her Lavitani heritage, Seloria is extremely sensitive to tidal changes, currents, and other such water-based shifts. She shares this trait with others, like Jidro.

'''Summon Magic:''' Seloria has rampant magical power underneath her small frame, and it is undeniably of a great note - she is capable of not only calling and summoning the Second Gods, the Divines, into the world to use their power. Much more amazing, however, is that she's able to maintain their presence for longer than a couple of minutes. Her primary summons are the goddesses known as Sylph, and Siren.

'''Seamstress:''' Seloria is a talented seamstress with a penchant for making often-crazy looking but still rather comfortable clothing. She favors colors in the blues and green ranges, often combining them to get a shimmering effect that looks like the sea.

'''Swimmer:''' Seloria is a die-hard swimmer, capable of holding her breath for decent periods of time.

'''Random Appearances:''' Seloria has a tendency to only show up when you need her.

= Relations =
=== Friends ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Niklas Dragonius]]
| "Um... yeah."
| Nik and Seloria have a on-again, off-again, friends with many sorts of benefits relationship. Nik is one of the only two people that really knows all of her secrets, and she trusts him with everything. This of course, comes with the fact that they were betrothed before the world fall... not that they ever cared about that. They've both got time to go their own way.
|-
| [[Alma Hyral]]
| "Oh, Alma, it'll be okay."
| Alma is the nervous, younger sister of Kyra, and Seloria has a almost annoying need to worry and care about her. This is why she's done several things -- none of which Alma ever gets to know about.
|-
| [[Helena Celba]]
| "Deal."
| A deal is a deal, and Seloria made one with the irrepressible Helena Celba, aka 'Helly', as Selly calls her. They have a strange, working sort of friendship.
|}

=== Allies ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Souji Murasame]]
| "Nik made me do this."
| At Niks' insistance - so that Selly would be taken care of - Souji and Seloria are in a mutually beneficial working agreement. Great. Fine.
|-
| [[Kyra Hyral]]
| ":("
| Poor Kyra. Mauled by Helena, and then has to take care of Alma. Seloria will help her out however she can.
|-
| [[Soan Sagittarius]]
| "!"
| Tries to protect and care for everyone. That makes him an ally for Selly, no matter whose book.
|}

=== Adversary ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| None
| "Thankfully, I haven not had any issues with anyone!"
| No enemies!
|}

=== Acquaintances ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Jidro Gerrison]]
| *Mischevious Giggle*
| Jidro is the former student body president, and he sure acts like it! He needs to loosen up, and Seloria plans on making sure he does so.
|-
| [[Annia Leradine]]
| "Oro..."
| Cid's 'fiance'. We think. Kind of badass.
|-
| [[Minette Odam]]
| "Yoyoyoyoyo?"
| Soujis' accountant. Good with math, good with yoyos, seemingly bad at vents.
|-
|[[Thirza Ingersleben]]
| "Nice butt!"
| She has one, too. Good, strong blue mage. HMMMM.
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}

= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Seloria Delacreaux

2013-05-10T17:32:56Z

SpyPoet: /* Relations */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Seloria
|lastname=Delacreaux
|age=17
|image=Seloria1.jpg
|caption=Seloria showing off her cloak she made.
|species=Hume (Levitani)
|sex=Female
|height=5'4
|weight=116 lbs
|series=Final Fantasy Act: Class
|styles=Wind's Grace
|hometown=Galianda
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Alexander Academy
|occupation=Student
|quote="I don't think that was my fault."
|footer=Recently arrived in ... well, the World of Ruin.
}}
{{CTable}}{{RTable}}
= Profile =
Seloria Delacreaux is the last remaining member of the Delacreaux family, whose soul and heart sings to the sea, to adventures, to exploring, and the very way of the Divines, the Second Gods of her world. Her family is unique, and Seloria is no different, able to call upon the power of the Second Gods to aid her when she needs them the most, and even more rare, able to maintain their very presence in the world for time, instead of only for a few minutes. Given her heritage from Levitani, she is sensitive to tidal changes, and loves being around the sea. She comes off as eccentric and strange, but she has a good heart and loves being around her friends, considering them her family.
 
'''Skills:''' On Speaking Terms With The Second Gods, Magical Ability Out The Wazoo, Magical Mysterious Transfer Girl, Made A Contract, I Wish For My World To Be Restored, My Life For Our World, Puella Magi Seloria Magica, Niklas Is Our Irrevant Kyuubey, And Jidro Is The One Who Tries To Talk Us Out Of Our Insane Things, The Only One With The Cooking Trope Played Straight, I Can Sense The Seas, Randomly Appears When You Need Her And Only Then, Get A Leash

== Abilities ==
'''Ethnic Trait - Levitani:''' Due to her Lavitani heritage, Seloria is extremely sensitive to tidal changes, currents, and other such water-based shifts. She shares this trait with others, like Jidro.

'''Summon Magic:''' Seloria has rampant magical power underneath her small frame, and it is undeniably of a great note - she is capable of not only calling and summoning the Second Gods, the Divines, into the world to use their power. Much more amazing, however, is that she's able to maintain their presence for longer than a couple of minutes. Her primary summons are the goddesses known as Sylph, and Siren.

'''Seamstress:''' Seloria is a talented seamstress with a penchant for making often-crazy looking but still rather comfortable clothing. She favors colors in the blues and green ranges, often combining them to get a shimmering effect that looks like the sea.

'''Swimmer:''' Seloria is a die-hard swimmer, capable of holding her breath for decent periods of time.

'''Random Appearances:''' Seloria has a tendency to only show up when you need her.

= Relations =
=== Friends ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Niklas Dragonius]]
| "Um... yeah."
| Nik and Seloria have a on-again, off-again, friends with many sorts of benefits relationship. Nik is one of the only two people that really knows all of her secrets, and she trusts him with everything. This of course, comes with the fact that they were betrothed before the world fall... not that they ever cared about that. They've both got time to go their own way.
|-
| [[Alma Hyral]]
| "Oh, Alma, it'll be okay."
| Alma is the nervous, younger sister of Kyra, and Seloria has a almost annoying need to worry and care about her. This is why she's done several things -- none of which Alma ever gets to know about.
|-
| [[Helena Celba]]
| "Deal."
| A deal is a deal, and Seloria made one with the irrepressible Helena Celba, aka 'Helly', as Selly calls her. They have a strange, working sort of friendship.
|}

=== Allies ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Souji Murasame]]
| "Nik made me do this."
| At Niks' insistance - so that Selly would be taken care of - Souji and Seloria are in a mutually beneficial working agreement. Great. Fine.
|-
| [[Kyra Hyral]]
| ":("
| Poor Kyra. Mauled by Helena, and then has to take care of Alma. Seloria will help her out however she can.
|-
| [[Soan Sagittarius]]
| "!"
| Tries to protect and care for everyone. That makes him an ally for Selly, no matter whose book.
|}

=== Adversary ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| None
| "Thankfully, I haven not had any issues with anyone!"
| No enemies!
|}

=== Acquaintances ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Jidro Gerrison]]
| *Mischevious Giggle*
| Jidro is the former student body president, and he sure acts like it! He needs to loosen up, and Seloria plans on making sure he does so.
|-
| [[Annia Leradine]]
| "Oro..."
| Cid's 'fiance'. We think. Kind of badass.
|-
| [[Minette Odam]]
| "Yoyoyoyoyo?"
| Soujis' accountant. Good with math, good with yoyos, seemingly bad at vents.
|-
|[[Thirza Ingersleben]]
| "Nice butt!"
| She has one, too. Good, strong blue mage. HMMMM.
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}

= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Seloria Delacreaux

2013-05-10T17:29:31Z

SpyPoet: /* Relations */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Seloria
|lastname=Delacreaux
|age=17
|image=Seloria1.jpg
|caption=Seloria showing off her cloak she made.
|species=Hume (Levitani)
|sex=Female
|height=5'4
|weight=116 lbs
|series=Final Fantasy Act: Class
|styles=Wind's Grace
|hometown=Galianda
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Alexander Academy
|occupation=Student
|quote="I don't think that was my fault."
|footer=Recently arrived in ... well, the World of Ruin.
}}
{{CTable}}{{RTable}}
= Profile =
Seloria Delacreaux is the last remaining member of the Delacreaux family, whose soul and heart sings to the sea, to adventures, to exploring, and the very way of the Divines, the Second Gods of her world. Her family is unique, and Seloria is no different, able to call upon the power of the Second Gods to aid her when she needs them the most, and even more rare, able to maintain their very presence in the world for time, instead of only for a few minutes. Given her heritage from Levitani, she is sensitive to tidal changes, and loves being around the sea. She comes off as eccentric and strange, but she has a good heart and loves being around her friends, considering them her family.
 
'''Skills:''' On Speaking Terms With The Second Gods, Magical Ability Out The Wazoo, Magical Mysterious Transfer Girl, Made A Contract, I Wish For My World To Be Restored, My Life For Our World, Puella Magi Seloria Magica, Niklas Is Our Irrevant Kyuubey, And Jidro Is The One Who Tries To Talk Us Out Of Our Insane Things, The Only One With The Cooking Trope Played Straight, I Can Sense The Seas, Randomly Appears When You Need Her And Only Then, Get A Leash

== Abilities ==
'''Ethnic Trait - Levitani:''' Due to her Lavitani heritage, Seloria is extremely sensitive to tidal changes, currents, and other such water-based shifts. She shares this trait with others, like Jidro.

'''Summon Magic:''' Seloria has rampant magical power underneath her small frame, and it is undeniably of a great note - she is capable of not only calling and summoning the Second Gods, the Divines, into the world to use their power. Much more amazing, however, is that she's able to maintain their presence for longer than a couple of minutes. Her primary summons are the goddesses known as Sylph, and Siren.

'''Seamstress:''' Seloria is a talented seamstress with a penchant for making often-crazy looking but still rather comfortable clothing. She favors colors in the blues and green ranges, often combining them to get a shimmering effect that looks like the sea.

'''Swimmer:''' Seloria is a die-hard swimmer, capable of holding her breath for decent periods of time.

'''Random Appearances:''' Seloria has a tendency to only show up when you need her.

= Relations =
=== Friends ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Niklas Dragonius]]
| "Um... yeah."
| Nik and Seloria have a on-again, off-again, friends with many sorts of benefits relationship. Nik is one of the only two people that really knows all of her secrets, and she trusts him with everything. This of course, comes with the fact that they were betrothed before the world fall... not that they ever cared about that. They've both got time to go their own way.
|-
| [[Alma Hyral]]
| "Oh, Alma, it'll be okay."
| Alma is the nervous, younger sister of Kyra, and Seloria has a almost annoying need to worry and care about her. This is why she's done several things -- none of which Alma ever gets to know about.
|-
| [[Helena Celba]]
| "Deal."
| A deal is a deal, and Seloria made one with the irrepressible Helena Celba, aka 'Helly', as Selly calls her. They have a strange, working sort of friendship.
|}

=== Allies ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Souji Murasame]]
| "Nik made me do this."
| At Niks' insistance - so that Selly would be taken care of - Souji and Seloria are in a mutually beneficial working agreement. Great. Fine.
|-
| [[Kyra Hyral]]
| ":("
| Poor Kyra. Mauled by Helena, and then has to take care of Alma. Seloria will help her out however she can.
|}

=== Adversary ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| None
| "Thankfully, I haven not had any issues with anyone!"
| No enemies!
|}

=== Acquaintances ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Jidro Gerrison]]
| *Mischevious Giggle*
| Jidro is the former student body president, and he sure acts like it! He needs to loosen up, and Seloria plans on making sure he does so.
|-
| [[Annia Leradine]]
| "Oro..."
| Cid's 'fiance'. We think. Kind of badass.
|-
| [[Minette Odam]]
| "Yoyoyoyoyo?"
| Soujis' accountant. Good with math, good with yoyos, seemingly bad at vents.
|-
|[[Thirza Ingersleben]]
| "Nice butt!"
| She has one, too. Good, strong blue mage. HMMMM.
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}

= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Not Quite The Disney Ending

2013-04-24T04:25:27Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/04/23
|Location=Palumpolum
|Synopsis=Max says three very important words. Does Jihl manage to say them back?
|Cast of Characters=Maximilien, Jihl Nabaat
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Palumpolum is beautiful. There is no undeniable question about that. For once, however, Jihl Nabaat isn't in her tower, looking out at the world from her lonely, polished, cold penthouse onto the world she diapproves of far below - Instead, she is far up in the airship ports, in the more 'private' sector - everything here is rich, beautiful, expensive, cold, and utterly untouchable, which is just exactly where the first in command of PSICOM appreciates. And who she is. The ship is sleek, dangerous, and -- completely empty. The Palamecia, first of the two head airships of the Sanctum Skyfleet, has been left alone for Jihl Nabaat to prowl through, to give it her go over, and to approve it before it flies out again. She stands on the bridge, glasses on, her notepad nearby, instead watching the sky outside the window - where the bright blue of the sky has faded away into dark, with tingest of dusty rose and soft pink marr. It is a beautiful night, indeed.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Superhumanly high security means very very little to Phantom Thief MARS - especially PSICOM security. Though Max has gained a bit of respect for them since he started seeing Jihl, he hasn't gained enough respect for them to stop tricking them. It took him a borrowed uniform and a faked keycard to get in this time. Not much more. But when the PSICOM Soldier arrives on the ship with a smile on his face, Jihl's suspicious will probably be raised. He offers a salute, then walks over to her and... "Bonjour, ma chere. So this is what your airships look like. I must say it is much more impressive than I had imagined, ma chere; the airships of my home are not nearly so sleek and beautiful."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' The single keycard is a very good pass for most everything. Getting onto the bridge requires some trickiness with the handplate, but nothing that isn't truly above Maximilien's skills. As such, when the door opens, Jihl turns around, a half smile on her face as she starts speaking. "Ah, Yaag, good to se--" that's not Yaag. She then realizes it and waves off the salute, frowning slightly. "I thought I had /improved/ the security, not made it easier for you." She admits as he starts talking. Her attention is still on the skies outside and above, admittedly. "It's beautiful." She sighs.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Oh? Am I going to finally get to speak to monsieur Yaag? I confess that since our very brief meeting, I have been very curious in holding a proper conversation with the man." Max doesn't remove the PSICOM uniform, instead settling in beside her and sliding his arm around her waist. He looks out over the side of the airship, and privately agrees. The city was gorgeous, in an unreal, abnormal way; he had never experienced such a thing while he was in his own home. It was like looking at a beautiful, elegant painting, and Maximilien had come to be very fond of it in the days he'd been spending within it. His hand moves a bit. "It is. Your city is lovely, ma chere." "You seem in a good mood. Does this simple airship make you so happy?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "Do you really want to meet Yaag?" Jihl asks, some thread of surprise trickling through her voice. "Why?" There is a defensive tone in there as well, someone who has worked very closely with one man worried about him talking to someone else she knows intimately. She leans against him for the briefest moment, before standing up straight again. "The Palamecia- this ship - is the head of the Sanctumn Skyfleet." She says, proudly. "The Primarch can rule from here whe he is not in Palumpolum, it's my job to protect this as much as it is the Primarch." That prideful tone is back. "Nothing bad has happened for dozens of years, under my rule."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "I do, very much," Max replies as Jihl asks. He twines his fingers around hers as they talk, and a smile creeps across his face, though it is probably not visible under the PSICOM helmet. He'll remove it shortly, but not right now. "I want to meet him because he is your friend, ma chere, and..." Max wobbles for a moment. He's silent for a very VERY long moment, his head tilting away from her as he decides how to put it into words. It wouldn't be hard. But what it meant to him...what it meant /for/ him...that might be a bit harder. It was, in fact, the hardest thing he could possibly say. He'd thought there were harder things, more difficult truths, but this one... Max removes his helmet and turns Jihl to face him, so that he can look her in the eyes. His hands tug her close to him, as if he's afraid of someone else hearing. "...and it is about time that I accept that /this/ is my relationship, and stop chasing a fantasy and accept that I love you."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' She enjoys the gentle, tactile touch, even as Max wobbles, and she tilts her head back at him, Jihl not exactly used to having him cut his own self off mid sentence. "Max?" She asks gently, even as he strips off the helmet. Privately, Jihl decides, the uniform looks good on him. She is promptly turned around and she peers up at him, her eyes widening slightly as he manhandles her on the bridge of her own ship. She then blinks as he finally finishes his sentence. "A--ahh?" Jihl manages to get out, then immediately hates herself for it. Her cheeks tinge pink as she finally comprehends the other half of his sentence too, opening and closing her mouth. She finally rolls her shoulders, startled at the fact that she is actually out of words. It's not that she wasn't expecting this - she wasn't, certainly - but it's mostly about her reaction and how it pings down to the dark blackness of the very depths of her soul... and exactly what that sudden, sharp thing of light does. "M-max--" She covers her mouth with one hand.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "I think I like you almost as much when you are so bewildered," Max teases as Jihl stammers and blushes. "It is a rare thing, to see you so flustered, so off your balance...and though I appreciate the fearsome military beauty, I cannot help but enjoy the nervous girl you must once have been." He smiles - really, really smiles, a broad smile - and takes her hands in his again. "I love you. It is easier to say, now that I have said it once; easier to say the words now that I have let them free. I love you." Max dips her back and smiles. "And I cannot wait to meet your friend."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' There is a very long, quiet moment where Jihl tries to think of the last time someone ever said 'I love you' to her, and she reciprocated those words. She goes back to her years in military academy - and then further back. She finally looks up at him, troubled. "I was never a nervous girl." She says, calmly enough. "I only am bewildered when things truly, truly, truly totally surprise me. Which you have." She is dipped, and she can't help but respond to his style, his acts of affection, even as she manages to mumble something out like: "Mhmfhmloveyouhmpdd."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max heard those words a lot. He'd heard women proclaim that they loved him before, a number of times; frequently, in fact. Never from women that he truly cared for, of course; girls, easily-impressed by the romantic imagery of the phantom thief, by the apparent heroism and princely demeanor, or by the style and flash. These were girls. They were simple, easy; they were nothing Maximilien Amadeus Renaud-Sylvianne has ever, ever wanted. Cirra Constantine was the first woman Max had ever truly desired...and she had broken his heart left it shattered on the floor. He was still trying to get over the first scars of trust...but the people of the TDA had helped, had pushed him onwards. And then, now, here, with Jihl in his arms... The darkness in his heart seemed so far away right now. "I love you," Max repeats, and it just feel so good, as he sweeps Jihl back up against the airship's rail. "I am sorry that it has taken me so long, ma chere, to clear the shadows in my eyes. I am still not certain that they are gone...but this is the first step towards what I want."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl's darkness lurks closer, in a way that is almost - that almost cannot be beaten by the true bright light of love. As such, she still looks a little more off put than she normally does - which is to say, she actually looks 'off put', which she never does. She is swept up and pressed against the hip-height rail that runs around the circular room, biting her bottom lip as he keeps talking, before she nods her head, utterly slowly. She knows the concept of first steps to getting to what one wants. "So is that first step telling me that you loved me, or is this something I am better off being clueless about?" Not that Jihl is ever clueless about anything whatsoever. Not when it involves Max. Especially when it involves Max.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Telling you that I love you is the first step towards getting what I want - not what I want from you, but what I want from life. Part of it does, in fact, include you, in case you are curious~," Max sing-songs as he spins her, putting his hands on her stomach and pushing his cheek against hers from over her shoulder. "You are a very large part of it, in fact. But..." "I want to be able to trust, ma chere. I want to live a normal life, once all of this is over, and trust is a very large part of that. I am not given to trust, and the last time I offered someone my heart, it was rejected, and fiercely." "But I cannot hide my face forever. I have already been shown that; I cared for someone, took the initiative, and had it broken. Then I began to care for you...and, like one who has been burned, I was afraid of it." "I should not be afraid anymore. I wish to be part of your life, ma chere, and I wish for you to be part of mine. That is the next step to me taking what I want from life." "So I must introduce you to my friends...properly."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "Ohhhh." She says, drawling softly. Jihl is spun around again, her stomach pressed against the smoothly curved railing as they peer into the darkening sky. "I am glad that... you want me to be a part of it." Jihl says, a bit troubled, but... "I do not trust easily. You should know that by now." Jihl says easily. "You have been burned. It will not be easy, for if you wish to come forward, then I will need to do so too. That will change many, many things." "Not all for the good, either." She sighs, but continues on. "Your friends, eh. That little detective company? Mercade Alexander? Will Sherman?" She smiles a self-satisfied smug little smile. "I will be pleased to have you know I've met Monsieur Alexander before, without needing you." She smirks.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "You knowing them is very different from me taking you in my arms and introducing you as mine," Max replies in her ear as they lean over the rails, looking down at the beautiful city of Palumpolum. He's quiet for a very long moment; then his hand slides into hers, and he takes it in his grip and smiles. "I will wait as long as you need. It will be hard work for both of us, ma chere...neither of us are trusting people. But I am..." "You are worth it."

Impromptu Meetings

2013-04-10T06:32:58Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/04/09
|Location=The Old Kingdom - Notre Dame
|Synopsis=Oh, knowledge is shared / About Keyblades and lives / Sora does haiku.
|Cast of Characters=Katyna, Avira, Vespa, Sora, Minerva, Carnus Sirin
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' One of the true joys of being a Keyblade Wielder is the fact that Sora is essentially required to go portal hopping and finding new and strange - and often, beautiful - places to explore. The end result is Sora standing in the Notre Dame de Paris, looking around the cathedral in fascination. Goofy and Donald are probably somewhere in the area. Sora eventually wanders out of the cathedral to the steps leading up to it - as it is a quiet period of time, he is not very disturbed. The young boy tilts his head back, watching the day fall into the evening with a peaceful smile on his face. It is so rarely quiet lately...

:'''[[Carnus Sirin]] has posed:''' Wandering through the streets of Paris, Carnus looks about with wonder. He hadn't intended on coming here, in fact he's got business taking him far from here. However, in his usual manner of traveling, he went further and further from either of his intended destinations and ended up lost after just following one new sight to the next. He pauses outside of the Cathedral and stares up at it. "Now ain't that just a sight." he says after letting out an impressed whistle. He looks around and sighs, "Not many places for a nap around here." His eyes suddenly turning to scan about the area. He still needed to find a bearer of a keyblade and the Shard Seekers, but this wasn't where he should be searching. "Maybe I'll get lucky..." he says and notices the boy enjoying the peaceful evening. "Hello there!" he calls out and begins to approach, plopping himself down on a stair not far from him. "Lovely city, this place."

:'''[[Katyna]] has posed:''' Katyna had been travelling a little on her own for a while now, occasionally joining Ramza on his ventures, and keeping in touch with the Twilight Detective Agency regarding a certain case they were working on for her. Since her last run in with Faruja and Ramza at the same time however, she had needed a little space to breathe, and so she had wandered unexpectedly into this strange, but rather quaint little world. The sight of a cathedral reminds her of Glabados church, and was not exactly a place she needed to be reminded of..Yet at the same time, the church had always offered her solace in the past.. And so she heads towards the cathedral steps, seeking some much needed inner peace. Sora and the other guy who calls out a friend greeting are not yet noticed as she stares down at her rosary, rubbing it between her fingers thoughtfully. At this rate, she's bound to accidently bump into someone if she doesnt look up soon..

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "I've never seen a building so bit before..", Vespa says looking at up at awe at the Notre dame Cathereal. She has many questions about how it was built why it was built. But for now she just looking over the archeture of the building. The whole city has alot of atomosphere..

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira had been, in fact, previously wandering around the French Countryside. 'Training' was the reason she had given to the other VALKYRI, though to alay their concerns about her getting into trouble, she had promised to meet up with them here a little later. It is now later. Avira wanders in to the city, seemingly already familiar with it and easily makes her way to the magnificent cathedral known as Notre Dame. "Really?" she says to Vespa. "Well, I would certainly say it's a marvel of architecture." Though since being around Ivalice she's seen several equals.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva had found her way into Paris she hadn't found much about her had changed oddly she had grabbed a cloak after a few comment from the locals as well she'd not wanted to cause problem so here she is brown cloak like some sort of Jedi or something taking in the buildings here. In someways impressive, in others it's very much like home, and it's far dirter than Tranverse Town and Manhattan, Saint save her she'd become addicted to indoor plumbing and underground sewage the moment she understood the concepts but she's keepingg up AcVira and Vespa. "It does remind me some what of the holy city..."

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' "Hello!" Sora says, raising his hand in greeting to Carnus. He doesn't know the other guy, but that's never stopped Sora from being well... friendly! When is Sora ever not friendly and all happy-faced, really! He peers around. He vaguely recognizes Katyna and Vespa, but... "Avira!" The last time he saw her in person, she was unconcious and they were running out of Manhattens' world heart. He gives her a friendly wave, popping up to his clown feet in a fast movement. "How are you all?"

:'''[[Katyna]] has posed:''' "Aah..." Kat sighs, "What a beautiful cathedral..." She's sure it's even more beautiful inside! She's about to head in when she hears familiar voices. Oh no..Is it..VALKYRI? Kat frowns softly, feeling a pang in her chest- more like a dull ache, the pain of happier times, when she was part of them too..Now it hurts, knowing she can never go back there again, never be one of them again..She's never felt more lonely, save for when she was an orphanned kid, having lost everything to the heartless.. She hasnt yet spotted Sora still as she seems caught in a dilemma. Should she hide in the cathedral? She's sure they'll only tell her how much they hate her...Of course, she ends up bumping into someone instead, and she stumbles on the steps, losing her footing. "Aaah!" In the process, she ends up dropping a little slip of newspaper from her pocket as well. Now, what could that be..?

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa hms and looks over at Sora. He was there at the whole Manhatten mess. What was his name again?? She can't remeber, then again there were alot of people there and it got very chaotic fast...Whoever he is he knows AVira, well She waves back to him. "Hello. Doing allright just amazed by this building here, this catheral. We have nothing like it back home..", she hms pausing lost in her thoughts for a second her home doesn't exist anymore..

:'''[[Carnus Sirin]] has posed:''' Giving a wide grin he leans back, Carnus lets his arms rest on the stair above him. Head tilting back to stare into the vast sky above him he says. "If you're referring to me, well." he says in his rather warm and friendly tone that seems to be his natural manner. In fact, relaxation and friendliness are two things that come with the Spellsword in droves. His eyes travel back down to look between Sora and the woman he's speaking to, listening idly for a moment until he hears a crashing noise. He looks over to the woman who's just stumbled and smirks, pushing himself back up quickly he moves over to help her up. "Are you all right, Miss?" he says offering a hand out.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "In a way, it is very simillar to...Mullonde, if I'm not mistaken?" Avira has yet to visit the place, merely knowing of Mullonde by sheer reputation. "Though I would need to visit there to be sure. Hm." She hears her name called out and looks up to see Sora of all people hopping down the stairs to the great church. "Oh! Hello Sora! It's good to see you again!" She waves back cheerfully and quickly...though that gradually slows as her eyes follow over the kid's shoulder, settling upon a familiar face. Katyna. Her stomach twists. She too remembers the days when she had what she thought was a friend. It'd been a while since she'd spotted that girl-not since that day in Fluorgis, but she'd certainly been the topic of numerous conversations. 'Give her a chance' Skoll had said. Right now, though... ...she's not all that sure what to do about the former member so she tries to focus on Sora, her smile wavering. "Hey, I wated to thank you. For all your help. With you know what."

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva pauses at Sora and her mood brighten a bit she pulls down her hood now and smiles a bit at the toung lad. "Well met, Sor." She looks over to Vespa for a moment "It is impressive workmanshiop I must give them that." Carnus she doesn't know and she looks over at hims strangely then her eyes narrow on Kat. "Aye it is Avira at least in terms of how the masons crafted the city." She looks seeing Kat for a moment a friend? No she'd been used and she had used them. She has her life thoguh there may be a duty she may be oblgiated to carry out for now she contiunes and tries to nto focus upon it. "Your aid saved many Sora."

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Katyna's stumble sends Sora wheeling towards her, ever the gentlemen, but Carnus' quick attention relaxes the boy. He kneels down to grab the piece of paper, glancing at it to see if it was Katynas' or perhaps the other person, at this point in time. He smiles at Avira and Minerva, shaking his head. "It was all of us together that saved everyone, you know. With Avira here as the focus." He gestures at the girl, shaking his head again. "No need to thank me - it's my job, you know!"

:'''[[Katyna]] has posed:''' "Ooof...Ahh..Ulp!" Katyna yelps as she stumbles down the steps. Fortunately it doesn't look like she's twisted an ankle or anything. Aside from a few bruises, and her pride of course, she seems more or less alright. Then someone offers a hand up, and she glances over at the stranger, grinning sheepishly. "Ahh, heh..Thanks. I guess I'm okay, just a few bruises..." However, she suddenly realizes she is missing something! "Aaah! that article..Where'd it go?" Ulp..She glances around anxiously for that slip of paper. Of course her gaze locks briefly upon Avira, before looking away quickly..Ashamed. Of course she'd be upset, her most of all. Kat wanted so badly to prove herself...But how? That article might just be the key to proving herself...Maybe. "Can you..Help me look for it?" She asks Carnus. "Oh, I'm Katyna by the way, guess I'm not always that clutzy!" Oh wait, she is. Nervous laughter ensues. Of course, Kat notices Sora by now too, and she smiles and nods to him self-consciously, seeing as he's talking to Avira and all. Still she had been meaning to ask him about something. "Err..Hi again Sora.."

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "Everyone there part to play.", Vespa says. "That the best way to put it!" She looks curiously at Katyana she look a bit unconforable about something. "Paper?", Vespa says picking up a slip of paper. "You mean this one?", she offers it to Katyna. She didn't look at it.

:'''[[Carnus Sirin]] has posed:''' With a quick pull of his arm, the Spellsword lifts Katyna back to her feet and smiles warmly at her. "Not a problem, Katyna." his words flowing out smoothly with a friendly warmth to them as well. His eyes suddeny scan down around and says, "Uhh, yeah sure." Trying to help her locate the dropped object. Turns his attention around to Sora again who had gotten closer and picked something up. He eyes the boy curiously for a moment and then realises he's definitely heard the name before. "Sora, is it?" he asks carefully, before noticing the piece of paper in his hands. "Ah, perhaps that's it?" he turns to Katyna and nudges toward Sora. "I think I've heard your name before, can't for the life of me remember why." he scratches his chin and snaps his fingers. "Perhaps you're one of the people I'm looking for!" his smile spreads into a wide toothy grin and he says, "One of the Shard Seekers I wonder?" He has been in search of two things since awakening in this strange new conglomeration of shattered worlds, Shard Seekers and Keyblade Wielders. Though, his fondness for naps and easily distracted nature made it a long journey to search for them.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Eheheh..." Avira laughs nervously, making eye contact just about everywhere else. "Well uh...kind of. I did what I had to do, you know?" Even as she says these words, she feels a faint pang of emptiness inside of her. Swallowing, she forces herself to ignore the feeling. "But seriously." she says, her voice quieter. "Thank you for all your help in restoring that world." Avira makes eye contact with Katyna for a few brief seconds and Katyna is easily the first to look away. Avira watches carefully, taking note of the shame on her face. That reaction...well, considering the terms they last parted on, it was to be expected. For now, she just looks on kind of awkwardly. She's actually at a loss with no sage friendship advice on hand. This is uncharted territory for Avira.

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva ios just keeping chill as she's looking at Katyna for a moment as the internal debate. It would mean dropping information she wasn't exactly keen to share with her comrades but on the other hand could she let what Katyna did /slide/ for all she knows she's part of why most of Iveliace was devoured bt the night?

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' "This one?" Sora offers Katyna, then he nods. "Yeah, I'm Sora. I work with the Shard Seekers, as well - is there something I can help you with, or something?" Avira gets a long look, before he leans into murmur softly to her, before giving her a small smile and a friendly pat on the shoulder. "This is the first time I've been to this specific world." Hea dmits, falling into his casual hands-behind-his head pose.

:'''[[Katyna]] has posed:''' Katyna smiles cheerfuly at Carnus. "Heh, thanks again. Gee I feel like an idiot, making such a scene." Katyna bites her lip as she chances a glance at the other VALKYRI. Truth be told, she was concerned about their well-being. Afterall, heroes tended to do dangerous things, and..Avira had no doubt made some sort of sacrifice to help restore Manhattan. Of course, Kat did not know the specifics, as she had tried to stay away from Heartless and heroes both at the time. She's glad to see they're doing alright, though, although Maira's not with them. She'd like to ask of her, but again, would they bother to tell her? Suddenly she feels foolish, and ashamed of her childish anger towards Avira. At least she'd not written her off completely..Maybe. Sora finds the paper, and she beams. "Oh..Thanks!" She hesitates a moment, "Umm...Heh..I guess...I'm just looking for the person who hurt those kids.." she nods towards the article..Did he already read it? "It's a bit personal too.."

:'''[[Carnus Sirin]] has posed:''' "Brilliant!" Carnus says with a smile as he has found not only the scrap of paper dropped by Katyna whom he helped up, but the first actual Shard Seeker since heading out on his journey. His face lights up even more, if that's possible, and he lets out a loud and jovial laugh. "Today's turning out to be quite productive." His joy is hardly containable at this point and he begins to pat Sora's shoulder almost a bit too hard. "Great to meet you. I've been looking into these incidents with the worlds and how they fall to darkness. My research told me about a group called the Shard Seekers who were fighting for, well, what I'm fighting for really. That, and some thing called a keyblade." he pauses and remembers the conversation he had with the Burmecian inventor on the Dias Plains. "Heard they were involved in saving all these worlds. And as amazing as it is seeing all these new sights, my idleness helped cause Lindblum's current predicament, so I'm doing whatever I can to make it right."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Of course, with Katyna in her vicinity, Avira can't help but eavesdrop a little on her. Hurt kids? Hmm. Sora leans in to murmur something to Avira, to which she clearly listens. After a moment of hesitation, she murmurs something back and gives him a smile. "Vespa, Minerva, I just remembered I needed to catch up with someone in the city. I'll be gone for a few, but I should be back." Unable to help herself, she reaches out and gives Sora a hairruffle before heading back down the steps to Notre Dame.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa just listens to the coversation, she doesn't have much to add. She finds Carnus a bit too loud for her liking... Katyna seems nice enough and what this about some hurt kids? She nods to Avira. "Allright."

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Hairruffles do nothing to Sora's hair. NOTHING. He grimaces at the mention of the Keyblade. "Why is it I'm always found..." He mutters to himself, before he takes a seat, rolling his eyes slightly in amusement. "Pay attention, okay?" He tells Carnus, even as the Kingdom Key shimmers into light again, resting in Sora's lap, one hand lovingly wrapped around the handle.

:'''[[Katyna]] has posed:''' Katyna arches a brow as Sora whispers something to Avira and she heads off. Hmm, what's that all about? But she has other things to take care of at the moment. This might just be another piece of the puzzle to the mysterious case of Felicia. It's too bad she doesn't have VALKYRI's help in this, but..She's sure she can do this on her own somehow.. When Carnus mentions something about Sora's keyblade, her eyes flick quickly to where he usually carries that sword..Although sometimes it seemed to just appear out of thin air, into his hands. Ah yes, the keyblade, the same one that she had seen in the hands of the lingering will down in the depths of Manhattan..Why was Riku so disturbed by it, and was it the key to all her problems? "Heh, that's right, you're the Keyblade wielder..Well, one of 'em, anyways. But you sure are different from the last one I saw..." There's a strange, haunted look in her amber eyes there for just a moment as she says that..

:'''[[Carnus Sirin]] has posed:''' A single blink. Another blink Suddenly, loud laughter erupts from him and he gives a little jump-skip. "Oh fortuitous day! Everything's coming up Carnus today!" he says excitedly. His eyes scan over the keyblade that has magically appeared in the kid's lap in pure amazement. "Incredible, and that thing really has the power to restore the worlds?" A million questions rush through his head but he pushes them aside. For now, he'd found the two things he was looking for, he had time again to relax and plan. Activities that are more commonly referred to by others as 'napping'. He claps his hands together and begins rubbing his palms. "Now just to join these Shard Seekers and I'll be set to continue along the path ahead of me." In all the excitement, his hands flicker with flames for a moment before they go out ahead. He laughs at this and says, "Sorry, sorry, got a bit excited there." releasing his hands and letting one rest on the hilt of his sword, and the other atop the locked red book hanging from his waist.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' "Your much cooler than a Keyblde Al.", Vepsa says seemingly talking to herself, or whoever or whatever Al is.. Carnus laugh is overly loud as well. She defintly woudn't want to be around him when he is drinking..

:'''[[Minerva]] has posed:''' Minerva is about to open her mouth about something but she doesn't know what to think about Vespa and AL. Is Vespa a little touched or is Al some sort of enity that she can't hear. She is also distracted by Sora's hair's fell power. How did it do that?

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora's hair contains much magical energy. ~Fell Energy~. Sora looks at Katyna. "Other Keyblade wielder?" He asks softly, before looking at Carnus. "It does." He says this almost flatly.

:'''[[Carnus Sirin]] has posed:''' Whether Carnus just can't tell that Sora is more than bored with people asking him about the Keyblade, or whether he just doesn't care, he plops down on the ground next to Sora. Leaning forward on his hands, eyes still transfixed on the keyblade. "Hard to believe such a thing is, quite literally, the key to fixing everything." he chuckles at his own joke. He looks around suddenly, seeming to just now remember there are others around. "Ah, but I'm crowding you. I've found out they're real, and I now know where to find one should I find the remnants of a world that's fallen to darkness." Giving a few quick nods he extends his hand, only just now offering his name. "People tend to call me Dragon, but my name is Carnus Sirin. I'm a spellsword sellsword from Lindblum."

:'''[[Katyna]] has posed:''' Katyna stares at Carnus...And sweatdrops, laughing a bit nervously. "Heh...." Wow, he's even louder than she is. But these days, Kat's not as easy going and loud as she once was. She glances at Sora and nods slowly. "Dunno who this keyblade Al is, but, no, there was another one..I'm not even sure if it was a he or a she, or just an it. Really, just looked like an empty suit of armour to me.." she shivers, "Was the creepiest thing ever, but it seemed to bother Riku more than the rest of us.." Whoops, she probably shouldn't be talking about her days as a Shadow Lord's servant... Cue more nervous laughter.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora's blue eyes focus at Katyna for a few, very long moments, even as they narrow as he considers the words that she gives him. "... a empty suit of armor... Riku..." For some reason Sora looks shaken, his face going pale as he considers the situation she mentions. Then he looks at Carnus, shaking his head. "I'm Sora - and this is the Kingdom Key. I know it can restore worlds, because I did so just a few weeks ago." He says with a sigh. "Ask anyone who was at the restoration of Manhatten."

:'''[[Carnus Sirin]] has posed:''' "Wonderful, so it wasn't all just rumor and conjecture. They're real and they work." Carnus' smile, whether permanently affixed or just a side-effect of his current joy, never dissapates. "This is great news, great news!" A quick jump back up to his feet, he bows gracefully to Sora. One of the few signs of his noble upbringing. "I'd be very grateful if you let them know. Or even tell me who exactly I am looking for? I was told they have a headquarters in Fluorgis, it was actually where I'm suppose to be." he lets out an embarrassed laugh and scratches the back of his head. "Got a little sidetracked looking at the sights. Ended up out here." His eyes flick over to Katyna and he listens carefully to her words, lodging the information into the back of his head and keeping his questions to himself for now. Of which there are many, as usual.

:'''[[Katyna]] has posed:''' Katyna nods slowly to Sora. "It was strange..Just an empty shell that had lost its identity. All that kept it together was a memory of what it once was, or something like that. I think that's what that strange witchy lady had said..Called it the lingering will or something.." There's a brief awkward pause as Kat struggles to lighten the situation however.. She smiles, "I guess..I owe Riku one though, afterall, he did help to steer me away from the Shadow Lords. Haven't seen him in a long time though, hope he's okay.." Katyna glances over at Carnus and grins, "If you're lookin' for the shard seekers, head to Fluorgis, that's where their headquarters are. Reize is their leader. Real nice guy.." She sighs tiredly, looking down at the newspaper article. "Hmm, well I have work to do.." And it seems the VALKYRI are already heading out one by one themselves. "Heh, it was nice talkin' t'yall..See ya around!"

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' "T-thanks." Sora says to Kat, blinking his eyes quickly. "See you..." Then he shakes his head, turning to Carnus. "You're looking for Reize Seatlan or Ivo Galvan - they're the two most in Charge of the group as it were, but there's also this young lady named Lily, who kind of watches over all of them, I think - so if you just head out to Flurogis and you should be okay." he waves his hand almost irritable, and the Keyblade disappears.

:'''[[Carnus Sirin]] has posed:''' "Stay safe, Miss Katyna!" With a wave, Carnus wishes Katyna well and bids her farewell. He turns back to Sora and nods. "Reize, Ivo, or Lilly. Got it." he gives a small nod and reaches his hand out to pat Sora on the shoulder once more, a lot gentler this time. "Sorry about all the questions. There's just so much work to be done, and I'm already quite behind." he scratches the back of his head and lets out another embarrassed chuckle. "Mostly due to my own distractedness." he admits. Turning to look over the area one last time he says, "It'll be a shame to bid farewell to all these new sights and people, but it's for the best. Not everyone can do something to help, so those that can should always defend the lesser." he glances back to Sora and questions. "Ain't that right?" he waves his hand. "Ah, look at me. Telling a Keyblade wielder about protecting people." Carnus turns back to fully face Sora. "Thank you though, I'll be in touch if I find work you can help with. Unless I find a keyblade just laying around." he laughs again at his own joke.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora manages a half-lopsided smile as Carnus reaches out and pats him on the shoulder, gently. "It's okay. I just get them so frequently - I feel like I should be writing... nhhh, what's that word - a handbook or primer or something about the Keyblades and how to use them. Or at least start keeping a diary." Someone find Jiminy Cricket, stat! "But... you watch out. You never know."

:'''[[Carnus Sirin]] has posed:''' Carnus Sirin waves his hand in front of himself dismissively as he lets out another soft laugh. Watching out, that was for people that didn't rush into situations. "I'll be fine. As long as people need defending I'll keep fighting." He does pause a moment at mention of a diary however. "Not a bad idea, you know. I've got some research papers, and with personal testimony from you I could get something done up. Make it easier for people, like me, who just want to help put things back together. Give them a headstart." The ideas begin to float around Carnus, but as with so many of his papers and books it's doubtful this one will ever come to fruition either. Training, studying, fighting, protecting: All things that Carnus follows through with. But a book? Doubtful he'd ever have the motivation to finish it without just deciding to go take a nap in the warm sun. After all, with all these worlds it was always sunny and pleasant somewhere.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora's blue eyes glint. "Don't be too sure." He warns, before he offers the guy a friendly salute, and wanders off.

:'''[[Carnus Sirin]] has posed:''' Carnus Sirin waves Sora off and says, "Take care now." and with that he lets out a loud yawn and moves to lay down off to the side of the stairs. He knew where he had to go, surely a nap wouldn't hurt.

His Favorite Slinky Black Dress

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|Date of Scene=2013/03/17
|Location=Palumpolum
|Synopsis=Max interrupts paperwork time and drags Jihl out.
|Cast of Characters=Maximilien, Jihl Nabaat
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl has very, very good sources. As such, within twenty-four hours, she's already well aware of most of what happened down in the darkness in the World Heart of Manhatten, and as such, she's spending one fine Sunday night with the lights low and a LOT of paperwork. No kidding. This may be driven due to Jihl's natural curiosity, not to mention she can now wander Manhatten freely, getting to know the TDA in their home world... for Reasons. A lot of Reasons. She is also eating bad takeout.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "You do not get out enough," Max observes as he slides his arms around Jihl's neck from behind. He was, as ever, silent until he wanted to be heard, invisible until he wanted to be seen. It was probaby his second greatest talent - right next to his sheer suicidal daring. "I should take you dancing. You would look even more magnificent draped on my arm, dressed in fine French fashion baring enough to make them wildly jealous and concealing enough to make them wildly curous." His hands move down her sides, but he doesn't go for her zipper or her buttons - he snatches the takeout, a disapproving frown crossing his face. "/And/," he adds, that disapproval making itself known on his lips, "I really must not let you eat such things. Must I start making full-course meals to store in your freezer, that you do not find yourself with no recourse but /this/?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' He snatches her takeout container of the closest thing Eden has to Chinese, and Jihl makes a protesting noise. The leader of PSICOM immediately goes to grab the container back even as Max starts scolding her about her taste in food. She tilts her head up towards his, a frown crossing her pale lips. "Give it back! I think it tastes good!" He then comments on her not getting out enough, and she snorts. "I get out enough fine."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' The container is deftly tossed; it slides along a far counter, skidding to a halt still-upright. Max leans down, pressing his lips against hers, his now-free fingers brushing her chin back and into the kiss. "No you don't," Max replies calmly. "I can still taste it on your lips, and I can tell just by the remnants that this is not food - this is fuel, nothing more." "I do not think you even taste it, ma chere. What is it you are working so heavily on, that you cannot be bothered to call me for a real meal?" "Is it something so important you cannot be drawn away even for a few hours? Because that was not a suggestion, earlier; I intend to take you dancing."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl's lips purse as Max continues to be absolutely correct about everything. EVERYTHING! "I didn't want to disturb you. Especially with Manhatten restored, your friends are probably all busy, so I figured it'd be easiest to just grab some fuel." She sniffs, not entirely seeing the difference between 'fuel' and 'food'. Then Max reveals the plans, and Jihl's eyebrows snap together. "I don't dance, Max."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max is good at that. He is, in fact, excellent at reading people - especially people he spends a lot of time thinking about, considering, and contemplating. He knows Jihl quite well. "You would not have been disturbing me. Just because those people are busy does not mean I have anything important to do." That was also true; he kept a healthy distance between him and the TDA, most of the time. Getting involved with those people was bad for them. He didn't really like inconveniencing them, or putting them in any danger they didn't need to be in; despite some colossal leaps in dealing with his (reasonable) trust issues, he was still unwilling to be too open and public with his life. "You'll dance with me," he counters, taking her hand in his. "You need to get out of your office anyhow. Come out with me. Put on that dress I find so appealing, and let's go dancing. I still need to make up that night to you."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl tilts her head at Max, not aggressively, just mostly out of curiosity. "Hmph. I am no weak woman who needs a man to cook for her, anyways. Plus, is take out so wrong if it's used rarely as a nutritional source?" She suspects the answer she's going to get is still 'yes'. She looks down at their hands, then back up, and very carefully starts restacking the paperwork spread around her in neat piles on the table in front of her. About three minutes later, she stands, gives MAx a look, then meanders silently down the hallway into her bedroom. "I feel as if I try to stay, you'll drag me out."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Yes, and yes again," Max replies to both the question and the sentiment, a smile on his face as he watches her move towards the hallway. She was beautiful, and she knew it, and he knew it, too; for a moment, he considered following her, and ending any desire to go out that he had then and there. But...no. No, that was too easy. That wasn't a relationship, that was a tryst, and that wouldn't help ease his guilt. No, going out and being social and doing things was something people in relationships did. So he was going to do that. "Even if you say no, I will eventually get you to come with me, somehow. I am relentless, after all."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl -knew- she's damn beautiful. She uses it in her own way, but her 'own way' tends to be terribly psychopathic or something more closer to masochistic, but she's not unwilling to use her body to get her own way. Just ... not with Max. She disappears into her room for about five minutes, eventually slinking back out in that all-too-becoming-familiar black dress. She gives him a almost flat look, smoothing down the front of it carefully. "Well?" She demands.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' A woman who knows she's beautiful is a dangerous thing. Cirra'd proved it time and again; Jihl had yet to prove it, but Max already knew how dangerous she was and could be. He was playing with fire in both hands, and that was fine. That was how he liked it. The reward was as great as the risk. Or maybe it wasn't. Maybe the risk was always greater than the reward...or always *better* than the reward. The thrill of loving a woman who could kill him almost effortlessly, the razor's-edge danger of a plan gone awry during a job, the gamble that lay in those legs, the threat that hid in *every* mission...was the love, was the payoff, ever really as good for him as the adrenaline? Maybe. He wasn't sure yet. That black dress certainly made a very persuasive argument against his way of thinking. He moves over to her, sliding his hands around her waist appreciatively. "You will be the object of every man's desire, tonight, and I the object of every man's hatred," Max observes, tugging her up against him for a kiss. "I think I even hate myself a bit, that I have such a woman on my arm for the evening."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl doesn't deliberately show her own beautiful dangerous-ness. Not that dangerous-ness is a word, but it's not like it really matters. He pulls her against him, and she gives him a long and thoughtful look. "I'm always that woman." She replies, coolly, giving him her standard smug look. He then comments about hating himself, and she gives a soft snort, most un-Jihl like. "You're strange."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "So you are," Max replies quietly. She was, too; she was aloof and beautiful, a pair of factors that, as Max knew well, made her very desireable. He considers, for a moment, hooking his arm around her and escorting her out and onto the street like a normal person...but then she comments on how strange he was. His lips quirk upwards into a grin. "Am I?" Max replies; his free hand goes to her leg, to scoop her up into his arms in a bridal carry even as his other arm shifts from her hip to her back. The float spell settles around them both, his favored and most-practiced spell... And then he opens the window. "I suppose I am, ma chere! Shall we go in style, then~?" Yeah, he just hops off the ledge with her in his arms. Elevators are too slow.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Max asks her a very important question. Jihl tilts her head at him, realizing what he's going to do a moment too late - by the time she starts protesting at all, he's already opened the window. "Max, you --" She does cling to him. She is not used to float magic. She is, of course, deeply embarassed at this. She smacks him a good one, glowering. "You ass!"

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' She slaps him, and he laughs, a playful, cheerful laugh as they descend the skyscraper slowly. The view, at least, is breathtaking. Max is perfectly in control of the fall - then again, is that even a little surprising, given that 'perfectly in control' is practically the man's primary characteristic? - and the whole of the city is laid out around them as they drop, ever so slowly, towards the ground. His cape billows around them, a black-and-gold safety cloud, itself enchanted with float spells woven in like a perfect magical parachute. They were in no danger, and he knew it. He might love risking his own life, might love the adrenaline he got from the danger, but he would never risk the life of someone important to him. And Jihl absolutely was someone important to him. "...are you mine?" Max asks after a few minutes of falling, while the whole city is laid out before them; it's certainly a romantic notion, and a romantic place to ask such a question, but he expected he knew the answer.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl listens to him laugh. She listens to that playful, cheerful noise, a noise which is so extremely rare coming from the man she knows. She gives him a thoughtful look, resting her head against their chest as they continue falling. There is a almost rare silence from her, before she finally manages to find a reply. "In a ... uniquely rare way, yes."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' There was something to be said for that. They float downwards in silence after her reply, Max's face unreadable as they drift past one of the roads that crisscross the sky. Briefly, he wondered what the people of Cocoon must think, to see such a public woman with him. Was she, he wondered silently, ashamed of him? Was she worried about what might happen if she was caught with him? But no, that was impossible, or she wouldn't even agree to something as simple as a date. They get closer to the street, and suddenly, he pulls her up for a deep kiss. Then another. Then another. They touch down, gently, and he releases her, offering her his hand like a proper gentleman, a smile on his face. "The night awaits us, ma tresor. Let us make it worthy of you."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Many of the PSICOM forces look up. They are tracking them carefully, Max probably has wards or something that will ping him, and the fact that he's getting away with their leader and one of the six most bad-ass women in their world is well -- Always interesting. She is unable to speak for several minutes as he occupies her... mouth. What, what did you think was going to be said. She does not let that phase her, however - Jihl takes the proffered hand, even as she inquires, "Ma tresor?" Oh, dear. Frenchisms.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max likes making fun of PSICOM. He enjoyed it. Thoroughly. He'd figured out how to make their detection systems light up and spell HELLO and HI and BONJOUR with the right mix of magics entirely harmlessly, so he absolutely knew when they were tracking him (right now it was saying HELLO, as usual); Jihl probably knew better than he did, really. He had a great deal of respect for Jihl, but PSICOM were untrained rookies, and untrained rookies were not even close to enough to stop him from doing pretty much whatever he wanted in Cocoon. They were really lucky he was dating their boss and an honorable man. Max spins her back into his arms for a moment, sliding his arm under hers and taking her hand like a gentleman. He smiles. "My treasure," He replies cheerfully as they start walking. "Let us see what we can find in the way of entertainment this evening, non? I do not know your city very well, however, so perhaps you ought to lead."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "Max, dear, would you please stop trolling my agents?" Jihl asks. She is arching her eyebrow and giving him her best 'bad Max, bad' sort of look, even as he gently tugs her along into a walk. How does she know that he is doing so? She always her radio open, unless she's asleep, or deep in the midst of... Well, Max. Heh, heh. She gives him a blank look as he suggests she leads him to the entertainment of the evening. "Uh..."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Is that a real request, or are you simply going through the motions for the sake of appearance?" Max teases as he slides his free arm around her waist. His smile widens a bit. "If it is a real request, I will of course abide by it, but..." He lets the thought trail as they start walking. "How do you manage to live here and know nothing about where entertainment might be found?" Max asks after a moment, only *mildly* incredulous. He had suspected for some time that the only entertainment Jihl ever REALLY got was when he came over for his visits. "How do you manage to spend all of your time working so hard and not lose your mind? Clearly I must make up for lost time for you; perhaps I should encourage you to take a week off with me, and let your soldiers try and figure out what they are doing for themselves." "It *might* benefit both you and they, at this point."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "A little bit of both." Jihl says, shrugging. He then promptly goes into a minature rant at his mildly incredulous reaction to Jihl's admission that she knows nothing about 'entertainment'. She just stares at him for awhile, stopping dead in the middle of the street as her brain meanders down the pathway of 'going for a week off with Max.' "Um." She responds non-commitally. "I don't know..."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "You don't know if you want to, or you don't know if it would do you both some good?" Max pauses in the street, too, turning to face her, oblivious to people stopping and staring. Max got stared at *all the time*; he wore a cape in public, for God's sakes. If he didn't enjoy dressing like a street magician, he wouldn't. It isn't like he doesn't occasionally put on *much* less flamboyant clothes and go out on the street, after all. "I could just...steal you away, after all." He grins, then reaches out and grabs a random stranger, tugging the person over to him. "Excusez-moi, mes ami; where would you say is a good place for a couple to go and find some entertainment in your beautiful city?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Max yoinks a young looking man, who looks absolutely terrified to see Jihl within five feet of him. Jihl makes a soft noise, before she turns around in his grip, looking away from the young man, who finally manages to stammer out an answer when Jihl's green eyes aren't completely, utterly focused on him. The answer he gives Max is jumbled, but eventually he'll figure out that there's a very good bar with food adn drink and a lot of dance that they won't be out of place in. It is deep within Palumpolum, places Jihl rarely sees, because she leaves such areas to her ... ... ineffective soldiers, shall we say. She then looks at Max. "You are not allowed to steal me away from my job and the Primarch for a week." She says, firmly.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max is very patient with the young man. He knows well how terrified some of these people are with Jihl; it was a thing that he understood well. She had power. People feared power. She was a powerful woman, politically and otherwise, and that meant she could do pretty much whatever she wanted to these poor people. So Max is very calm, very polite, very soothing; he talks to the man like an equal, a smile on his face the whole time, and when he offers places to go, Max thanks him politely and deposits a bit of gil in the man's pocket before turning back to Jihl. "I don't know what they're so afraid of," he teases, "You look absolutely ravishing, after all." They start walking, and Max waves his hand. "I am not allowed to *steal* anything; that is, after all, the point of stealing. If it is permitted, it is simply being offered, non?" "You need a week off. I don't think you've taken even a day off that I have not personally forced upon you, or that your handsome friend hasn't forced upon you." Max knew - or at least was fairly certain - that Yaag wasn't a threat, and he rather liked the other man from what little interaction they'd had (Max tended to show up in the night, after all). Straightforward people were easy to mess with. "And I think that your Primarch will survive for a week without you. Your friend seems perfectly competent, and it would give your soldiers a good chance to operate without you and perhaps get some practical experience, without needing to be told what to do every waking hour of the day." He moves to the other side of her, switching which hand is around her waist. "Your health is more important to me than your Primarch's," he adds, but quietly enough that only she can hear, as they reach the dance club the young man pointed them at.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' The man practically books it out of the area - even though Max's general attitude, being calm, polite, and soothing, he's still utterly terrified that PSICOM or even Jihl herself is going to come hunt him down like a little ant caught between a set of very, very large anteaters. Luckily for all involved, she is not going to do so. Then Max brings up Yaag, and Jihl jerks with surprise when he refers to him as a 'handsome friend'. Her green eyes wide, she turns her face up to his - while there is less of a height difference than normally, it's still there. She lets out a hiss of a breath. "Yaag is not my friend." She mutters. "He came in second to me in everything, and has never challenge me. He is a trustworthy associate who I depend on to help me keep the Primarch safe." Parts of that may be a lie - Jihl may not consider him a friend, but in a way, he is. The statement about him coming in second was said with such sheer arrogance and ego from Jihl that it has to be true. "I cannot." She says, then jerks again at his practical heresy with his last statement. "Max-!"

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Of course she's not going to. What did he do? (Max doesn't yet realize, of course, that you need to do NOTHING to get pegged by PSICOM, and once he does, things may become...more strained.) Max grins as Jihl tells him how Yaag isn't her friend, and holds up his hand. "So you depend on him to help you keep the primarch safe, but you do not think he and your army of soldiers can do so while you spend a week on your own health? Ma chere, I think that you are far too careless about your own value. What would happen if you drove yourself mad with stress, or became exhausted to the point of being unable to work? Relaxing is part of maintaining yourself, after all. If such a situation occured, would not your Primarch be in even more danger while you recover?" "Taking a vacation with me," Max observes handily as he opens the door for her, "Would in fact be in your Primarch's best interests. Your maintenance and well-being are important to your ability to keep him safe." He shrugs as she gives him that look. "You know it is true. I am not from here, after all. The only person who means anything here to me is you, and you mean a..." He pauses. "...you mean a very great deal to me." That was a lot harder than it needed to be. Max slips his hand back around her waist as they enter the club, the music immediately filling his ears. It wasn't that he was worried about someone stealing her away (please, if any of the men in this city were that daring, she would be dating them); he just liked to be close to her. "Shall we?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl and Max quietly move into the building, and Jihl immediately looks very uncomfortable. She finally murmurs a series of soft replies, most of them involving this important tidbit of history and reality that Max does not precisely know or understand: "For the past twenty years, I have dedicated my heart and soul to protecting the man that sits on that throne. I am much older than you realize, Maximilien-my-thief; the Primarch has been much of my heart and most of my soul, and for the first time in ..." "Ever." "Someone else is occupying it." The music fills her ears, but it is not a beat that Jihl Nabaat understands, so even as he calmly pulls her into his grip, she does not stop looking slightly worried. Panicked, even; for this is the most new and uncomfortable thing Jihl Nabaat has done in twenty years.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max is quiet as they dance; he doesn't reply to her murmur, and for a bit, it might seem like he hadn't heard it. He's quite a skilled dancer, but then, Jihl already knew that; she'd seen him dance at the festival. He knew how to move. Agility was definitely his strongest feature, especially given his body type. He could dance with the best of them. So at least she's got a comfortable expert on this strange, terrifying new thing she's involved in. His hands are gentle, and his motions are as well, making sure that she's comfortable as he settles into the routine. He's a good guide. Max leans down and murmurs into her ear gently, a wry smile on his face.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl lets him lead her, for the very first time in a very long time. She is letting herself be led. The woman is definitely accruing glances - by the end of the first minute, rumors are already abound that that is the infamous Jihl Nabaat... There is also a more sinsiter undertone, one that Max can easily pick up. Whispers of, 'what is she going to do with him?' Murmurs of wondering where he's going to end up - dead, or bruised and forgotten? Jihl knows it, too. He murmurs something, and she stops, shocked. "Max-!" Murmurs increase.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max hears the rumors. He hears the words circulating, and he files them away for later inquiry. But right now, they're hardly important to him. Other people float through the breeze, helpless; Max lived in a world they could not even possibly imagine. He did what he wanted to do, what he dared to do; he did anything he dared to do. His life was a fantasy many of them had played out time and time again, imagining themselves as handsome princes or heroic, dashing figures, fearless in the face of all those things people found so everyday terrifying. Max approached beautiful women without a problem. Max leapt off rooftops and fell hundreds of feet. If they knew how much of that stemmed from his own problems, they might assuredly wish otherwise. Max's hands go around her waist, and he tugs her close to him, a grin spreading across his face. "Do not stop, ma chere. Certainly not for the empty words of cowards." Max *also* calls out large groups of people for being weak. He leans down, and pulls her into another, very deep, kiss, a smile in his eyes. Let them see what to make of *that*.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "Max..." It is a odd thing to say, to keep repeating his name, but when his hands are wrapped around her waist, and he's got her physically close, and he probably just annoyed a significant part of the people Jihl has sworn to protect, well-- You can't really concentrate on that when she gets pulled into a kiss. There are some shocked gasps, and very jealous women in the audience. There are also some very privately jealous men ... although they number only one or two, because most of them /are/ cowards-- No one else would dare lay their hands on Jihl like that.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' And that alone was why he could. The whispers stop, and Max releases her from the kiss, spinning her back into a very close dance. He wasn't playing a game with her, he wasn't teasing her, now; he was playing a game with the audience, toying with their emotions, their fear, their private self-loathing. It was a dark place to be, to get such enjoyment out of their self-tortured miseries, their desire to do what he made so easy. They were little, predictable puppets. He pulled their strings, with her help. "I love it when you say my name," Max purrs, spinning her again. "Although if you keep repeating it so, the people may begin to wonder if you have forgotten how to say anything else. Perhaps they will wonder if my kiss is so strong, it has addled your mind." "Some of them will fantasize about being you. A few of the daring men, and some of the very daring women, will fantasize about being me." His hands slide to her hips as they sway on the dance floor. "All of them will wonder who I am, how I can be so careless with a woman they so fear." He laughs merrily.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' In an almost hilarious way, Max is taking enjoyment in their fear, their private self-loathing. Jihl is on the other side of the spectrem, gaining enjoyment from watching Max toying and making them miserable. They are a strange couple, these two. Max purrs at her, and she glares at him, her green eyes glinting as he bursts into laughter at himself and his actions. The Jihl is amused, and (mostly) pleased. "You are an arrogant, self-aware, preening, sort of an asshole, thief, my dear." She drawls in a soft voice, which somehow carries - Jihl doesn't really want to be quiet, and she is not going to be so deliberately. "You haven't addled me like that!" Yet, her brain whispers softly, causing her to flush a slight pink. She makes a soft hmph, and then abruptly twirls around to face away from him, gazing into the audience with a smirk.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "I object only to a few of those, ma chere," Max replies cheerfully as she turns away from him. His hands slide around her waist, settling on her stomach as she looks into the crowd. "Of course I have not. I did not even think I had." He doesn't say anything more, just swaying there, gently, letting her take her own time before they resume dancing. She's alright, he decides, at least as far as dancing goes. He's certainly danced with clumsier, with less competent. "It is not so bad, to take a night off, now is it?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "Which ones?" Jihl asks. She cannot see her baring her teeth in a 'say something, I dare you'. Sort of sweet smile to the Palumpolum citizens in the crowd. This causes mutters amongst the braver ones, but Jihl has good hearing and her green eyes zero in on them with a quick motion. Some people are getting a PSICOM... visit. Tonight.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max cannot, in fact, see anything of Jihl's front. He's much taller than she is; he can't just tilt his eyes down and see her smiling, her head is sort of in the way. He does tighten his arms around her stomach a little as people start mumbling. Max didn't know what PSICOM did. He didn't really care. He didn't see it his business to pry. He might care if he knew, though. If he knew what would happen to those muttering, brave individuals. In fact, he probably will, if he ever finds out. For now, though, he just thinks it's all kind of funny.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl's front is impressive enough that Max should know what it looks like. In many, many ways. She eventually twirls back around in his grip, giving him a tight smile, almost wary, before she leans against a little... more than is necessary. And more than she might normally do. "You're amused."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' He does. "A bit," Max replies after a moment, tensing as she leans against him. The thief is too wary to really enjoy it for the moment. He's not sure what she's playing at just yet; she's been difficult for Max to read since they met. It's one of the reasons he's remained so fascinated with her; like a cat playing with a ball of yarn, Max appreciates women (and people in general) who aren't see-through, mundane, simple to dissect with a few glances and words. That isn't to say he toys with women, but rather than he's fascinated by things he can't just understand instantly, being as they are vanishingly rare. "People are so very...simple, ma chere. Base. They care for little but themselves, scurrying like insects to satisfy their needs. I cannot help but be entertained by those who lack the will to make their own destinies."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "But all I want is to satisfy my own needs." Jihl murmurs softly. Yes, she adores the Primarch, but she wouldn't be serving him half as much as she was if he wasn't doing things for her - like letting her lead PSICOM for example. This brings up a funny image when you think of Jihl's skills... she'd probably kill him herself if he was ineffective. "Yet I understand where you're coming from."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "You have the will to grab what you can take, to climb the ladder of success. You are not satisfied with table scraps, ma chere; ambition burns in your heart, and that is all the difference." Max leans down for a kiss that lingers only briefly - he is, after all, much much taller than she is - and then straightens. "You are also extremely difficult to read, and that makes you...extremely interesting."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' There is a odd look Max gets from Jihl after the kiss while she's still comprehending the words about ambition in her heart. Is it because of her heart - or lack of it - that truly drives her will to grab and climb? Jihl clears her throat. "Years of practice, for that."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Oui, ma chere; I can tell. Simple talent would not be enough to protect you from my gaze. Only practice, refinement." Max hooks his arms back around her waist as she clears her throat, ensuring that she can't step away from him, and then moves her back towards the door. He liked to be near exits. Call it a habit. "Though I must admit that my gaze wanders tonight. Perhaps I am simply...distracted," he teases.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl arches her eyebrow as they slowly shimmy their way towards the door. She's good at moving backwards, although she does take sharp notice of his tendancy to be near exits. However - Jihl finally chuckles, throwing her head so her long silvery hair ripples down her frame. She then looks up at him, her eyes blazing in amusement. "Hopefully I am the distraction."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Oui, you are. You are very good at being distracting," Max replies quietly. "Will you be coming with me for that vacation, by the by?" He adds after a long moment, swaying back and forth to the music against her. "Your city is lovely, but..." "Well, I hope you will forgive me for saying so, but it is a bit too mechanical for my tastes. Mechanical, cold, lifeless. Glass. It is lacking in...something. Je ne sais quois, mais..." He releases her hip for a moment to roll his hand thoughtfully. "I find myself a bit uncomfortable." That was only a little bit a lie. Yes, Max did in fact find the city of Palumpolum uncomfortable; the gleaming towers were unsettling, unpleasant. But that wasn't the city's fault. Not really. Nor was it Jihl's fault.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl still doesn't know French, so him going 'je ne sais quois, mais', sends her for a curveball as she tries to figure out the vague meaning behind it. However, he admits being uncomfortable with her city, and Jihl stops to think about that, her eyes almost narrowing. "I can understand that." She says, finally, thinking back to his cottage i nthe countryside. "I ... really can, actually." After a few more minutes, she bites her bottom lip. "I'll go."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max's smile, to his own surprise, is wide and genuine. Apparently it wasn't all pointless. Maybe going through the motions, maybe pushing himself through all the guilt and self-loathing, really was doing some good. He just had to keep /her/ face out of his mind. "I am glad."

Sora

2013-03-11T07:27:59Z

SpyPoet: Adding history, personality, profile, skills, relationships. The whole shebang.

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Sora
|age=14
|image=SoraKH1.jpg
|caption=Sora
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=???
|weight=???
|series=Kingdom Hearts
|styles=Adventurer
|hometown=Destiny Island,
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Keyblade Wielders
|occupation=Keyblader Wielder
|quote="Oh yeah? Well, you'll see. I'm gonna get out and learn what's out there."
|footer=Helping save Manhattan!
}}
{{CTable}}{{RTable}}
= Profile=

Soras story started when he was a kid, one who wanted to go out and see the world. Then, his world changed, and his potential changed, and he was chosen, as he struggled with the darkness, to be the Keyblade Wielder, and to help out when and where he can. A good kid with a lot of heart, and someone who is stubbornly loyal, Soras current goals are to find Riku and Kairi, and then maybe, save a world or two, on top of his own.

== Skills ==

Adorkable, Crouching Moron Hidden Badass, Berserk Button, Beware The Nice Ones, The Chosen One, The Chozen Zero, The Unchosen One, Chronic Hero Syndrome, Cool Keyblade, Elemental Powers, Magic Knight?, Cutscene Power To The Max, Empathy, Innocent Blue Eyes, Lazy Bum, Knight Errant, Master of Unlocking, Red Oni To Riku's Blue Oni, Friendly Rivalry, Shipper On Deck, Smarter Than He Looks, KINGDOM HEARTS IS LIGHT

== History ==

The start of Sora's story starts with Ventus, when his heart is damaged by the creation of Vanitas. Master Xehanort brings him to the Destiny Islands, where Sora's new-born heart encounters Ventus in Ventus' Dive to the Heart. Sora, already empathetic, offers to join hearts with Ventus, until Ven's heart can heal.

Sora meets Riku on the Destiny Islands. They turn into best friends, and then rivals, and can often be seen around the various islands doing a variety of things, such as battling with wooden swords, fighting, racing, and competing in a variety of other ways.

Terra and Aqua eventually come to the Destiny Islands on separate occasions. While Sora never speaks to Terra, probably due to the fact that Terra is unable to sense his potential, he does talk to Aqua. Aqua senses that their friendship parallels one she has seen before, and she tells Sora to protect Riku, if he ever falls into darkness. Sora agrees.

Sometime later, Sora and Riku are together on a beach. Sora feels sad, and Riku encourages him to reach out with his heart. Sora successfully reaches Ventus again, whose heart has been lost after the destruction of the x-blade and Vanitas. Ven's heart makes its' way to Sora's station in the Dive to the Heart, and like the few years before, Sora agrees to let Ven's heart stay within his while he heals. Their hearts merge.

The merge eventually does several things; it is what allows Sora to eventually dual-wield Keyblades(theoretically, his own and Ventus'). Sora also remains unaware that Riku was chosen by Terra to become a Keyblade Wielder, and Aqua passed him up, fearing that there would be a rift between them like Terra and Ventus.

A year or so later, a young girl, Kairi, arrives at the Destiny Islands from another world - Radiant Garden - during a nighttime meteor shower. She is eventually adopted by the governor as his daughter. Before meeting her, Sora and Riku explore the hidden cave on the islands, the "Secret Place", in search of a monster. Instead, all they find is a featureless door, and they agree that, someday, they'll leave the island and have a real adventure.

They then decide to go meet the new girl (Kairi.) Over the next several years, the trio eventually become inseparable and good friends, and they all wonder about what lies beyond their world, prompted by the mysteries that Kairi brought with their arrival.

They start building a raft, in hopes of sailing to another world. One night, Sora dozes off while in construction, and has a odd dream, in which a strange voice guides him through a strange and dark realm (Awakening/the Dive to the Heart), fighting the Heartless. This is where Sora choose how he will fight, by choosing one and discarding another, of the Dream Sword, the Dream Shield, and the Dream World.

As Sora continues on in his Dive to the Heart, he starts fighting Heartless, eventually landing on his final pillar, where his shadow grows and turns into his Darkside. While he fights it, the darkness swallows him, and he wakes up to Kairi on the Destiny Islands.

The trio continue prepare for their voyage. During this, Riku teases Sora about Kairi, telling him to share a Paopu Fruit with her. This results in a foot-race between the two about who gets to share a Paopu Fruit her, with Sora eventually winning.

While foraging for supplies, Sora enters the Secret Place, and takes the time to draw himself giving a Paopu Fruit with Kairi. During this time, he encounters a strange figure, who speaks of his world being consumed by darkness, and even taunts Sora about his ignorance of the outside world, before disappearing.

That night a severe storm hits. Sora comes out to check the raft, and finds a dark, strange force overhead, and the islands overrun with Shadows. He finds Riku, who tells him that the door has been opened, and he is not afraid of the darkness beyond it. Sora struggles to reach him as they sink into darkness.

Before Sora completely falls into the darkness, he receives the Kingdom Key, which dispels the darkness around it. Due to Riku's fall into the Darkness, he lost the Kingdom Key to Sora, who was also a potential keyblade wielder, just not one that had done a Keyblade Inheritance Ceremony.

Sora uses the Keyblade to fight his way into the Secret Place, where he finds a dazed Kairi in front of the mysterious door. The door opens wit ha burst of dark wind, and Kairi disappears, her heart joining Sora's own, and Sora is blown outside onto a small island, where he faces Darkside.

There is no true end to this fight, as the two are swept away into the darkness. Sora falls through a Corridor of Darkness, eventually waking up in Traverse Town.

== Personality ==

Let's go to the beginning; what did Sora pick in the very beginning?

Sora decided to pick the sword, for the strength it gave him, and dropped the shield. This is because he viewed the sword as the form of his strength, of his courage, and of his will - the power of the warrior itself. He dropped shield, because Sora truly believes, that used right, the sword could be both his offense and his defense, and this settled his capability to use magic right as normal. Sora's not afraid to fall if his defenses make him so; he puts a lot of trust in his friends - all of them, not just Riku and Kairi, all of the ones he will make wandering the field - knowing that if they truly care for him as much as he cares for them, then he will be able to stand back up, and continue on the fight. This is because fighting for Kingdom Hearts, and the worlds, is more than just fighting for what he thinks is right - it is fighting for all his friends, in all the worlds, even if he doesn't have them yet. His undeniable optimism is a key factor in what could be a reckless decision - if it goes wrong.

Sora could be called the very example of the 'loyal, brave hero', which isn't actually too far off from the truth. He does indeed have a heroic - and brave - personality, who has willingly risked his life for people and things he barely understands or even knows - such as when he confronted the darkness with his Wooden Sword on the Destiny Islands in an attempt to find the sinking Riku, not wanting to lose him to the Darkness.

He is extraordinarily loyal personality as well, as he was willing to forgive Riku for just about everything(throughout all of the games), and is fiercely protective of Kairi. Over time, Sora will realize that is not just Kairi and Riku he should be looking for and caring for, for Sora has a very big heart, and room enough for all of his friends in it.

Speaking of, Sora has a large and extreme capacity to forgive, even to those he would call his enemies, however this only goes so far; he shows little tolerance for things such as 'cowardice' and 'selfishness', which has helped shape his personality, all things considered - for he doesn't like those sort of attributes, and he'll refuse to stoop down to those sort of levels, as he tries to keep things on the up and up...

Which can be seen to many people, both friends and enemies, as he can be sometimes quite... oblivious to what is going on. However, this doesn't mean that he should be underestimated, as he is often capable of seeing through his enemies ploys while even minutes earlier, someone had fooled him with a far less cohesive story.

This does not mean Sora is all perfect, light and bright.

Sora does contain a strong competitive streak, one that has been built and maintained since he was a young child. Combined with this streak is a bit of arrogance, as well, although this early, he hasn't quite gotten to the point where he is comfortable with his powers and thus hasn't gained it, although it's still there. Examples of this can be seen when he beats Riku in the foot race for the right to share a paopu fruit with Kairi.

Sora can be, on occasion, childish and impulsive. He is known for getting angry when things do not go his way, and he often acts without thinking - as a matter of fact, if 'act without thinking' was a skill to pass an exam, Sora would pass it five times out of four.

Above all, Sora is a empathetic teenager who has been thrust into a new world, with limited knowledge and understanding. He’s going to try his hardest to get things done, he just needs a little bit of help, a friendly hand, and on occasion, a swat to the back of the head.

= Relations =

=== Allies ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Riku]]
| "I found you!"
| Riku is Sora's best friend, and has been since he was a little boy all the way back on Destiny Islands. They have a rival-companionship, often competing against each other to prove who is the strongest.
|-
| [[Kairi]]
| "Oh no..."
| Kairi was the other part of the Destiny Island trio, a sweet and somewhat snarky girl Soras' age. She disappeared when their world fell to the Darkness, and he's been trying to find her since.
|-
| [[Shiki Misaki]]
| "Oyoro.."
| Shiki sometimes really reminds Sora of Kairi, and that's heart breaking. However, she means well, so Sora watches out for her.
|-
| [[Reize Seatlan]]
| "Ahh... uh-oh..."
| ALWAYS IN TROUBLE, ALWAYS LOST, 200% OF THE TIME.
|-
| [[Will Sherman]]
| "You can do what?"
| Does cool things. Smells like a hobo, a lot, though. Works for the Twilight Detective Agency.
|-
| [[Mercade Alexander]]
| "Nice hat."
| Head dude of the Twilight Detective Agency. I promised to help him restore his World.
|-
| [[Donald]]
| "Could be nicer, oy!"
| Part of my traveling group. Magician. Not so nice...
|-
| [[Goofy]]
| "Whoa."
| Shield-user, part of my traveling group.
|}

=== Adversaries ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Evja]]
| "You... idiot."
| Did you have too? Did you HAVE to sell yourself out to Hades, to help a city that already had it? Are you that much of a idiot?!
|-
| [[Priel Aylin]]
| "Did you really have too...?"
| Was preying on Shiki. Sora hasn't really talked to her since.
|-
| [[LEXUS]]
| "Kinda scary."
| What it says on the tin.
|-
| [[Hades]]
| "No. Words."
| Forcibly mutated Avira, seems to hold a contract over her, is trying to get the World Shards of Manhattan. He is definitely up to no good.
|}

=== Acquaintances ===
{| class="CTable RelationTable"
|-
! scope="col" | Name
! scope="col" | Short
! scope="col" | Thoughts
|-
| [[Avira]]
| "I'm starting to understand, now..."
| Avira is... someone important to Manhattan. If I understand my lessons right, she is part of the shards that make up their world. A ... princess? We're trying to find her, right now. She needs us.
|-
| [[Deidra]]
| "So cool!"
| A talking, real gargoyle! AWESOME!
|-
| [[Ivo Galvan]]
| "Man, sometimes..."
| Reizes' best friend. Somehow, I don't understand how he can deal with Reize...
|-
| [[Lily]]
| "Whoo!"
| A magic-girl working with the Shard Seekers. I think she likes Reize.
|-
| [[Emi Dennou|The Dennous]]
| "Ah... um... *blush*"
| A collection of five girls who have a strange history. Emi is the leader. Imi gave me my... um... first kiss.
|-
| [[Faruja Senra]]
| "A nice guy."
| A knight-rat. I don't remember exactly what his race is. He takes himself very seriously, and is a good guy to have around.
|-
| [[Pixi]]
| "A nice girl!"
| What is says on the tin.
|-
| [[Maira]]
| "Awesome!"
| Someone who primarily uses fire magics. Avira's best friend, if I understand, too. She's very nice.
|-
| [[Tifa Lockhart]]
| "So cool!"
| A bar keep, and a fighter. She does some pretty awesome things, from what I've seen.
|-
| [[Sarafina Carenze]]
| "Aheh!"
| An older lady who worries about all of us...
|-
| [[Luso Clemens]]
| "Oyoro..."
| I think he's sort of like Reize, except they've both got their strengths and weaknesses in completely different places, but he's still cool.
|-
| [[Skoll Ulfang]]
| "Whoa!"
| A ... werewolf, or something? Hangs out with the Shard Seekers, but pretty cool.
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}

= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

A Test Of Values

2013-03-06T22:08:16Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/03/05
|Location=Fluorgis - Desert
|Synopsis=Evja challenges Sora to prove himself in a fight. Angantyr doesn't take happily to this and challenges Evja afterwards.
|Cast of Characters=Sora, Angantyr Vespar, Evja
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Welcome to Fluorgis, can I take your order? Sora, the (only?) keyblade wielder known to wander the air trade city, is, well, doing exactly so. While the Keyblade isn't in sight, Sora is gorging himself on some tasty treats, but- He's a growing teenagaer, what do you expect? He's got a seat at one of the pretty waterfall-like freshwater sources, looking fairly relaxed.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Someone was watching Sora, though. Not because of any particular reason of malice other than his clothing looked familiar somehow. Then the rest of him started to look familiar. The boy with the 'key' who sung at the Hades Cup. Having been sitting atop a nearby building with her own meal in hand, Evja stood and vanished, reappearing on the ground nearby and wandering towards where Sora was. She actually waited until he didn't look as if he was stuffing his face to ask, "So... you are the boy with the Keyblade... yes?" Sora had heard the voice before, a thick Vieran accent on it, though not as heavy as some from places such as Golmore.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora tilts his head and then immediately focuses on the person asking the question, his eyes narrowing for a few long moments. While he doesn't directly recognize Evja, she asks a important question. "Yes, that's me." Sora confirms, with bad grammar and all.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "And yet... you are just a child." How many times had Sora heard such before? Why you? You're just a kid... One so young... One so incapable. "I am Evja, Judge Magister Errant of Jylland. I cannot make you, but I would ask you surrender that tool to someone more capable of handling the darkness, someone older... like myself. After all, as was mentioned, it can restore worlds and fight the Darkness... it is no toy." As Evja asked this, she extended her hand palm up towards Sora, asking for it, but not demanding or threatening.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Not this again. Sora looks at Evja, flatly, for a very long set of moments. His lips purse, even as he shakes his head. "I am not just a child." He says this very carefully, enuciating his words, the way Kairi does when she's trying to get a point across to Sora. "My world fell... into the darkness. When it did, I received the Keyblade, to help me fight against the shadows, to go save my... friend. The result swept me into Traverse Town, where I now try to rescue my friends, and my world... and all of my new friends, and their worlds too." "Even if you took it, it would not stay with you. I know it is not a toy."

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "..." Even as he spoke, Evja stood there with her hand out, waiting, watching. Listening. She was treating his words with enough respect to listen. Though she does finally say, "So others before me have tried to take it, otherwise you would not know such a thing. So either you tied it to yourself... or it tied itself to you. But which, and why..." She closes her eyes and 'looks' down to the ground a moment before her hand closes and returns to her side, thick white fluffy cloak closing around her to conceal almost everything but the tips of her greaves and neck up. "This darkness, these Heartless, will be the end of us all if we cannot fight against it better than we can now. How came you to this weapon?"

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora closes his eyes briefly, resting his face in his hands. "On my old world, Kairi, my friend, and Riku, my other friend, and I had made a raft, to try to find other ... worlds. We were naive..." "There had been a bad storm, and we each seperately decided to check on our raft. There was a ... strange force, and Shadows everywhere. I tried to find Riku, who... I don't know, got swallowed by the darkness? It nearly swallowed me too." "However, the Kingdom Key - my Keyblade - appeared in front of me, and it helped me fight off the shadows, to get to Kairi, who was in front of a mysterious door. She disappeared when the door opened, and I was swept into the darkness, and ended up in Traverse Town." "I don't know how or why it chose me, but I've been using it since."

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Evja listens to this and finally opens her eyes to look up towards Sora, feeling a bit pitying of him. He had lost his friends to the darkness, hm? Well, this Viera hadn't been that lucky - she'd sent her own friends to jail, albeit for committing 'crimes against nature'. "I need a tool to fight the darkness, rebuild the worlds better than I can. I am not strong enough now, and since that is the case... I cannot do enough. I lost in the Hades Cup. I could not obtain the shard of that world, and thus it is left to the good will of others to help them." Stepping closer, Evja leans against the fountain and finally takes a seat down upon it, likely towering over Sora by a fair bit.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora watches Evja. He doesn't want pity, he just wants acceptance that Sora does what he can and he really doesn't know what he's doing, he just got really lucky - because something really scary and dumb happened, not that he's completely coginzant of that. "The Keyblade is more than a tool, I can tell you that. It seems to have a mind of its' own - I think, at least. It's really wierd. I have a lot of questions to be able to explain this well and I don't have a lot of people to be able to give them to others." "I will help, when and where I can. I do not know if others can gain keyblades. If they can, then hooray; it means we have all grown stronger. If not, then... I will work myself to the extension of who I am to do so." "I am sorry I cannot seem to help more."

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "If you are indeed to be the one who does the job for the moment, then... I would like to know just how strong you are. I admit it being a selfish request, but, if you are indeed the only one we know of who can do such, then I shall be assisting you as much as I can, when I can, until we find otherwise. If otherwise is a valid answer." Pushing herself to a stand the Viera steps away a few feet then turns to look down towards Sora, "Unless you have a reason not to after all."

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Tilting his head, Sora nods. "I understand the request." He says, easily. "I will not test this in the town, however, because I do not want to cause problems." Sora stands easily enough, throwing away his trash with a tired look. "Reason? Why would I refuse help?"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' That did bring a smile to the Judges face, albeit covered by her veil. "You have my respect, boy. Most would not care where. Indeed, I, too, was going to suggest the desert outside the town. It shant be far, in fact, and you could either ride on my Chocobo or I can get you one yourself. And no, what I meant by that was refusing letting me find out just how strong you are. Some are... overly sensitive on the idea, I imagine." The tired look is caught, though, "Are you alright? You seem exhausted."

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' "I probably need to find my own chocobo for overland travel." Sora says, with a slight frown. "One that I can take with me everywhere and not have to worry about paying for something, somewhere, aside from food and care." That being said, Sora shakes his head. "It's hard, just keepin track of everything, that's all." He sighs.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "Perhaps you should get a journal." Evja says, attempting to be helpful, before whistling once on a long silver whistle she pulls out of her cloak and says, "Two Chocobos will be here soon, one for each of us. They are quite well behaved. As for getting your own... I could sadly not recommend a good breeder. The extent to those I know are bred specifically for the Judges." And right on cue two Chocobos come trotting up, one leaing down to nuzzle Evja. Likely her own. "Need a hand up?" she asks, pointing towards the other Chocobo.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' "I probably wouldn't remember to use it." Sora admits, rubbing the back of his head in an embarassed motion. This is why he eventually gets Jiminy Cricket, so he doesn't have to worry about those things like a journey and keepin' track of things. "Nope, I'm fine." Sora gets on the fountain then vaults neatly onto the other Chocobo's back.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Huh. Nimble. "Let us go, then." And with that, Evja nudges her Chocobo forwards and the pair, Sora and her, wander towards the exit of the city. Once outside one could see a patch of grass, a large area that looks scarred with pockmarks and such, seemingly a place where people now and then 'take it outside'. "This should work." With a strong leap the Viera made it from the ground, after getting off her Chocobo, to the center of the field. A true Dragoon in training. "No lethal force, until one gives up or cannot fight further? I shall use the blunt-side of my spears, of course."

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora is sort of built for this 'nimbe' stuff. The Keyblade Wielder slips off of his Chocobo, gently rubbing the Chocobos' feathers in a thank you sort of motion, before he sends him off to go do whatever chocobos do at the edges of a test battlefield. He flips his hand out, and the Kingdom Key shimmers into light. "I will use the blunt side of my Keyblade, as well."

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Blink. Blink. The Key was sharp? It ... perhaps the 'blade' of the key had some surprises. The Viera began to walk slowly in a circle, pulling out a large spear and twirling it around until the point was facing down. Reversing her grip she began to glow faintly, but not doing much other than that. She was waiting. Or biding her time, perhaps. Or maybe she was taking this seriously none the less and planned to find out just how strong this boy with the blade truly was. If it had the power to restore worlds and fight darkness... espers above please let him beat me senseless - that was all the Viera was thinking. Wanting assurance that it wasn't just a child with a weapon of untold power.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora knows that glow; the glow of someone getting set up and comfortable to be a very big problem if they can get through his defenses. Sorta slides the blade in his grip, looking a little off - but yet, comfortable. He then nods, and moves in. He seems primarily built for speed and strength. the blade swirls around, magic dinding around it as he brings it in in a fast series of raid-like hits. This is mostly to judge Evja's defenses.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' That weapon... that style. It was so... so... Unrefined. Self-taught. Forged through encounters with enemies that didn't think or act like people. That's mostly why when Evja threw the spear into the air and pulled out a large translucent sword to swing /through/ Sora, she didn't realize that he was already that close and thus just as she swung out, her legs were knocked right out from beneath her and she landed on the ground with a thud and cough. "WHEEEZE!" Still, despite getting the breath knocked out of her, Evja was back and up on her feet in a moment. In fact, much like matches with Riku used to entail, knocking him to his back would only cause him to spring up feet first! Would Sora realize that in time to dodge before Evja had a chance to grab her spear and swing around to try and knock Sora off his feet? Ideally he would still be ringing from the odd 'bare' feeling that being hit with the translucent sword tends to leave, feeling open, defenseless.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Oh, yes, Sora saw that coming. He knocks Evja back and down, and by the time Evja has tried to hit out towards him, Sora has instead moved in towards the Viera, the ending result being getting a hard bang against the side of his frame, staggering slightly. He pivots around as he staggers, moving himself out of the way, the Keyblade coming back up defensively, before he moves again, swiftly sliding the Keyblade around in a quick motion, white magical energy swirling around th eKeyblade as he does so. He is not aiming for a series of hard hits, they are mostly just buffer attacks as he tries to fight and prove himself. It is very unscoholed.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Suddenly, Magnet! Just as Sora had swung in with his sword Evja kicked on the ground and quite literally vanished, though with how the swing worked when he followed through, the force of the Magnet pulled the Viera straight down from above where she had appeared into Sora, connecting with her as intended. Of course, this also means that Evja likely wound up connecting with him! She was used to Gravity Magic, but... this was different. It wasn't up or down, it pulled her towards him... what WAS it? "Not bad, I am impressed!" In fact, it had been some time since someone truly did a number on Evja in a one on one fight like this. Though neither were using the points of their weapons. Giving his spear a twirl, Evja led into this attack with a series of quick jabs, repeatedly thrusting the blunt end of her spear towards Sora and attempting to flatten him. The technique on her spear was quite masterful, however, jabbing with the skill of someone who knew how to do maximum damage where applicable. She was actually /trying/ to flatten Sora, wanting to test him as fully as she could.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora blinks, slightly, before Evja just suddenly dives in with his spear. The thing is, Sora is really aup close melee fighter, and getting that close -- that close, that /fast/, well - Sora is just a little bit screwed. It is a blinding series of attacks, one that definitely send Sora flying across the desert, coming down in a nasty crunch-thud result a few meters away. He starts coughing, his breath coming out in wheezes, even as Sora pulls himself up to his feet, gritting them as he leans on his keyblade. "Haha!" He gasps, spitting out some more spit, even as he reaches into his pocket, throwing back a couple of potions, before tapping himself with his own keyblade, green light reappearing around him as he braces himself, waiting tiredly, patiently, for the next attack. Sora knows when to wait.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Evja landed and bounced away with a series of quick steps before holding her spear out, head down, and looking towards Sora with obvious concern. Thankfully, with as fast as she bounced away, the attempt at countering the attack did fall into the air. "Hey, Kid, you alright?" Though she saw him working healing magics, suddenly feeling a little less bad about it. Not to mention he was bright enough to come prepared, so there was that. Instead of attacking, though, Evja held back and prepared, glowing faintly as she gathered her breath again from that quick flurry, weapon glowing faintly again as it had before.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora doesn't exactly bare his teeth in anger, but there is a very set smile on them, as if he's trying to figure out what he's going to do. He knows what he probably needs to do here, he just needs to be a little... Flashy. A little speedy, if you will. Sora smile, rocks back and forth on his clown-shoes, and then he moves, using a burst of speed that launches him right at Evja, not aiming to stop - he's trying to slam right into the armor-coated judge and send him reeling, to get a secondary advantage. If it'll work. It's sort of like fighting Riku, Evja's just a little more of a .. slim rather than muscled and tall build.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Sora was fast, Evja couldn't deny that. In fact, the Viera was going to try and use it to his advantage! She stood stock still as Sora charged and instead of trying to dodge, she simply brought out that sword again and swung it straight overhead towards Sora, letting herself get tackled and knocked down. Even if it impacted her quite well, it guaranteed he would be there, and in this case, left her available to attack as soon as she rolled and got a foot on the ground. ~Fwip~ Evja was gone! But, right behind Sora she reappeared and came around with the shaft of a spear to try and flip Sora into the air before vanishing again and reappearing above the two to crash down with the butts of two spears right towards Sora's mid-section.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora knows that with this action, there is likely going to be a equal reaction, and the end result is that Evja disappears! But Sora hears her move, and Sora twists and ducks, avoiding getting tossed, and bringing the keyblade up to deflect off one of the blades. The result is a medley of bruises across his stomach, which does get a grimace from the Keyblade wielder. Sora does seem to enjoy a painful challenge. (Thanks, Riku.) He swiftly steps back. So if that's the way their going to play it, then maybe Sora can play a little trick. He thrusts the Keyblade sword, deftly swiping around the now red-golden blade towards the Viera, even as the earth erupts around them, but Sora seems to be expecting that, using it to his utter advantage in a swift series of keyblade attacks.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Sora dodged it?! Perhaps Evja underestimated him! However, Sora retalliates and Evja spins around, using the fluffiness of the cloak to her advantage. As it flares out when she descends, she twirls and spins and slams out with the sides of both blades to let the keyblade slip beside her into the cloak, hitting her side just a bit. It's there that the Viera let one spear vanish, the right, before reaching beside her and grabbing for the handle of where the keyblade was, Sora's hand, to try and quite literally hit him with his own weapon while fully planning to take it from him. He claimed that even if he gave it to her, she couldn't keep it - right? Well, now was the time to put it to the test just how much she actually COULD use the Key!

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Fluorgis is a city not unknown to Angantyr, he has came to defend it when it needed aid, and typically runs around to get marks here when he can. It also houses one of his students, and as he moves to close in on the city...the fight between Judge and a kid catches him off guard. Angantyr pauses...slowly drawing his mace as he observes behind a dune at first, wanting to try and get a clear picture of the situation before he just completely jumped in and started to throttle the judge by the neck. Angantyr watches, however, as the kid with the Keyblade seems to be...well, completely trounced by the judge. This causes Angantyr to narrow his eyes. He dislikes kids getting involved in this kinda thing...but the keyblade was like a walking mark for the heartless. Still he waited, for now...but the mace was already drawn, and he was ready to dive in at a moment's notice.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Evja dodged that?! Sora is intrigued! Evja then dives in and takes the keyblade away from sora, hitting him with it, causing bruises to pepper along Sora, painfully. Sora's blue eyes glint, even as he staggers out of the way, quaffing another potion or two - and then he looks at Evja. "I /told/ you - the Keyblade has chosen me as its' own, and you cannot take it away from me." "I believe in my heart, and it's light!" The Keyblade shimmers, and then reappears in Sora's grip, even as the Keyblade Wielder dives right back into the fray, his blade shimmering and shining as he calls upon his powers to do what he can, where he can, now. It is like he stopped treating this as a 'game', even if only for a couple of seconds.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "..." So it was true, what he said. The Viera watched as the weapon vanished from her hand and into Sora's before the boy suddenly launched a flurry at her. Not even having a chance to pull her weapon up, there was only one thing to do! But Sora had seen the Viera vanish and reappear several times, so this time, she tried something different, completely oblivious to Angantyr watching. Evja vanished, then reappeared right in front of Sora, trying to throw him off just enough. Not to mention the Viera turned and slammed her foot out right towards Sora's Mid-section, attempting to deliver a toe to solar plexus(how the hell is that spelled?) kick to try and wind him outright. Of course, this did cause her to get hit on the side and stumble backwards, leaving her to watch and see if he finally went down. "You are pretty good." she admits, "Though... you could use proper training."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "So is this how judges work now? Fighting children?" Angantyr says as he steps free from behind the rocks. He moves forward, with a steady pace towards Evja, eyes narrowed, as he keep his mace drawn and the darkness starts flowing from him. He was ready to fight, ready to mess this Judge up if he has to. "Tch...bloody judges, if there were ever a group of people more deserving to be removed from the world.." Angantyr says with disgust. He was no friend of them, though his hatred is more towards the Arcadian Variety. "The fight is over, take your leave, Judge."

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora is not quite used to his 'enemies' being able to reappear and disappear at mere whim. As such, Viera just disappearing, then reappearing right in front of him completely sends him wheeling. The foot to the solar plexus doesn't help. Sora staggers backwards, then lands on his butt a few feet away from Evja, his keyblade still held tightly in his grip. His voice, a hoarse, rough corak, gets out: "Do you trust me now? Do you understand that I am doing the very best I do, and I will never give my blade up, not for those who deem me a child, not for those that work for the darkness?" Sora is not... upset. He's just making the point very clear, for both Angantyr and Evja.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Evja suddenly hears a voice, one berating her, which causes the Vieran Judge to turn and straighten up, staring towards Angantyr. Not having met the fell-- wait, he seemed familiar. Hadn't she seen him in passing several times before? Once at the beach, and once before stepping into the Pri-- ah, so this was the one who had taken Maira so suddenly when she got injured. "Yes, I think you could do well, though now is not the time. Steady yourself." And Evja moved a bit between Angantyr and Sora, bringing out a spear from beneath her cloak with one previously concealed hand and placing it between Angantyr and Sora's general path, protecting the winded boy. "I am unsure what you seek out of antagonizing me, but you would do best to bother others and leave us be. I will not leave this boy alone like this nor will I succumb to threats of a challenge." Pursing her lips, a quick whistle comes and one Chocobo, Sora's, trots in an arc around the group and winds up behind the pair. "Feel free to hop on it and depart. I know not this ones intents but I can still protect you a while yet."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' This does wonders for Angantyr's mood, he moves from slightly antangonstic to /wanting to put his fist through Evja's face/. He growls a little, "Hold on, let me get this straight. YOu just say here and beat the crap out of a child, and instead of explaining yourself.." he says, with a narrow towards Sora, "You decide that you're going to try and play mayrtr and /insult/ me but insenuating that /I/ would attack the child?" Angantyr growls. "Is this what I just heard? Is that what you just said?"

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' "Sir?" That's Sora to Angantyr. "He was fighting my abilities and my right to be the Wielder of the Keyblade, chosen by the Light." Sora says this flatly. It's sort of something he's going to be arguing about with people for the next few games. Er, scenes. Er. Years. He does look slightly annoyed that Evja is protecting him.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "You can choose to hear whatever you wish to, though I am certain your ears work fine. But before you charge in and make an <yay> of yourself..." Then Sora speaks, Evja blinking and saying rather simply, "That is a strange way of backing up my intent, kid, this being a practice match with the blunts of our weapons as a test of strength." Then back to Angantyr, "As I said, though, do not make an <yay> of yourself. He shall be fine and he agreed to this measure of aptitude. I know you not and you approach weapon drawn and threatening a Judge and act indignant when treated hostile. Begone, if all you desired is to protect the boy, and begone otherwise as you are up to no good if such is not the case."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr looks too Sora, he calms down, ready to just move on. "Al-" and then Judge Bunny opens her mouth. Slowly, he looks towards Evja, darkness starting to expand over his form... Then dark armor clapses around him at all angles, forming over him like shadows, mixing in with the normal armor, reenforcing it and starting to exhude from him. http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2011/153/8/0/dark_knight_ver_2_0_by_reaper78-d3husr6.jpg The mace comes down, as he takes a step towards the Judge bunny, "That was a mistake judge. I will tolerate many things...but not my honor being taken into question by you judges! YOU who have taken everything from me...YOU who look haughtily down on others." The ground quakes as the darkness continues to expand, "I WILL <GOOSEHONK>ING BREAK YOU!" Because <GOOSEHONKS> are the only way to censor on this game.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' "I'm going to leave now." Sora says, tiredly. "This way if you must fight, sers, I will not be in the middle, as I do not wish to be bruised that much further." Then Angantyr breaks out, and Sora is gone on his chocobo back into town.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "..." The darkness-toting Knight suddenly produces armor out of nowhere, then Sora simply gets on the Chocobo and leaves with that snide little remark. No thank you, no 'Be safe', no 'Yo, this was practice chill out', just 'See ya, you're on your own' and gone. "...is everyone in this forsaken world without their mind?" Evja mumbles mostly to himself before Angantyr truly makes his purpose known. The Viera has /no/ idea what this is about, but it was going to be an issue in some fashion or another. "I have taken nothing from you, but so be it. I had no intention of turning the blade of this spear on anyone today, but I will not let someone such as yourself roam freely and threaten the peace of his land for whatever reasons you have." With the time of day, and the darkness pouring from Angantyr, things were looking quite dark indeed. Though there was a light around the Viera, shining brightly, glowing, pulsing, a light of sorts. Evja was no 'Beacon of the Light', but he was a far cry from the Darkness and the golden glow probably showed such.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr wasn't easily pushed to anger like this, it wasn't until the little rabbit was A) a Judge B) accusing him of attempting to harm a child. Angantyr dives forward, giving no craps about the Judge's lack of authority, as his fist leads the way, aiming to try and drive his fist forward, aiming to not only grab the judge with the darkness that flowed through and out of his body, but to also shatter the bonds of magic that he might have fixaited on himself. The blow is brutal, but it's strength focused on the effect, and not ure offense. The Mace comes down again, aiming to try and tear through the judges legs with an after thought.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' The Dark Knight Cometh and Evja steps back, raising his spear and acting as if he was about to defend himself when in reality he had no intent of being there when the attack hit. But leading with his hands? That caught him off-guard. The darkness rips through him briefly before Evja's foot, right, connects with the ground and he vanished. Thankfully avoiding the brunt of the mace which would likely have done a number on his legs. "I hold nothing back." Evja says quite simply, reappearing a distance away from Angantyr, but not too far. A good dragoons leap away, despite simply vanishing and reappearing. The darkness around Evja grows, but not from him pouring it out - he seemed to be pulling in the light, the energy surrounding himself before everything went black and in a golden streak the Viera shot up into the air with two spears and began to pounce down like a rain of arrows from the heavens. Bounce pounce leap slam the Dragoon Judge looked like a veritable flea as he did this, quite literally trying to end the fight before it began with the dregs of the previous encounter still there within him. The adrenaline that came from the practice match with Sora. It didn't end there, however. Despite, or perhaps in spite of all the pouncing, Evja landed on the ground and shot towards Angantyr like a bolt before vanishing and reappearing behind him, slamming towards him with the blade of his spear! Once! Twice again he vanished and slashed in before leaping high into the air and throwing a single massive golden spear down towards the Dark Knight.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' The strikes come in...they pierce the armor, Angantyr knows a powerful attack when he sees it, and instead of acting aggressively, his blade moves, smacking the first two strikes away, aiming to try and keep them away from him, but even with his strength they get through, piercing his shoulder and dig through the right side of his armor. He grunts, feeling blood run down his side, before the judge seems to teleport into the air, aiming to launch his lance down towards him. The resulting force of the attack kicks up dust everywhere...even as the lance pierced him again, drawling more blood. There was a moment of silence, a moment where nothing seemed to happen...the lance was drawn out, and thrown to the sand, which muffled it...and then Angantyr unleashed an unholy roar... And he was suddenly out of the dust...not teleporting, but litterally, running right towards the Judge Bunny, aiming to swing his mace up wards to try and catch him in the swing... And then brings it back down with a massive arch, aiming to try and bounce him off of the ground. But it wasn't enough, Angantyr continued to swing, aiming to continue his brutal assault on the judge before his entire form changed...the darkness seeping deeper into his form...there was a subtle change, as his entire right arm seemed to transform into that of a monster...aiming to swing it once in a single powerful strike to litterally punch through Evja's armor...and tear not just his body, but his very soul assunder. "DIE!" he screams, and the life force drains into him.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Something the Dark Knight might notice when he comes in to attack... Evja is fast. Extremely fast, and when on-foot with out his armor on, he's even dodgier. The Vieran Judges cloak flies back as he turns and begins to dance around the attacks that beneath it was a long dress of sorts. In fact, it looked to be modified from a typical 'hunters' attire here within Jylland, except the Knight Greaves that were on foot. Spear in ground in a jab, yet again Evja continues to avoid the attacks, flipping up onto his spear and pulling it free as the mace swings through and landing just as the punch came. The shiver that ran through his body from the punch was enough to let him know he couldn't simply tank this. Which is why he didn't try to counter it in any fashion. The Viera quite literally bent half backwards and sommersaulted in a large arc to avoid it. Once he landed, all of the spears that were launched earlier vanished and Evja began to pull some out of the air, launching them towards Angantyr from a distance to try and do something, anything to fell the mad knight. Joints is what they were aimed at, attempting to hit elbows, knees, shoulders, anything that might allow some stop to this assault.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr doesn't even care, the attack pieces him again, it should KILL him, but he stands, he stands and he seethes in anger. Even though Evja lucked out of his destruction, Even through he has impaled and impaled the Dark Knight, Angantyr still stands...and he is just PISSED. Angantyr dives in, aiming to draw his mace upwards, and then bring it down like a massive jack hammer, aiming to repeatedly smash Evja with the simple brutal motion, aiming to litterally bounce him into the air, and then drag him back into it. The darkness flows around him once more channeling itself through his attack...and aiming to litterally bring it down in a massive wave towards the bunny's face.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' As winded as the Viera was beginning to get from the constant barrages and attacks, it came to his mind to try and end this as fast as possible. Which is why he did what he could to simply counter this attack as best he could while trying, yet again, to avoid it. The mace caught his cloak as he moved to counter and the force of it jerked the Viera off-balance, slamming Evja into the ground heavily before that mace came down yet again and connected with his shoulder. A sickening, but likely satisfactory to Angantyr, crunch can be heard as it shatters the Vieras shoulder and sends him flying into a patch of grass about ten feet away, skidding and bumping to a halt while adding insult to grevious injuries. From the looks of it, the Viera was quite out of comission.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr grunts...the bunny was flat on his back, and he slowly moved to drag his mace and bring it over him... He pauses...and tchs. "<GOOSEHONK>ing little...whatever, being a moron isn't a crime...through being a judge should be." he says, and turns away. He was done here, even as the blood drain started to mend his own wounds, he... He couldn't bring himself to hate enough against this one. Mercy, if you will.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Just as Angantyr turns there is a flash of yellow and a Chocobo suddenly rushes past, saddled with a thick white seat and barding. It doesn't connect but it did fly by close enough that it might startle him. It was Evja's personal Chocobo that had been waiting on the sidelines anxiously for its' owner to stop fighting and come back. Apparently seeing Evja hurt like that got enough anxiety out of the bird that it simply charged, grabbed his owner, flung the rabbit up onto his back and took the <yay> off right towards Fluorgis with the limp judge laying across his back.

Sand In Our Socks

2013-03-05T05:40:35Z

SpyPoet: Addition of log

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/03/04
|Location=Costa Del Sol
|Synopsis=Some of the students of Alexander Academy hit Costa Del Sol, and run into a reoccuring network.
|Cast of Characters=Emi Dennou, Niklas Dragonius, Seloria Delacreaux, Annia Leradine, Kamon Lionward, Soan Sagittarius
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:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' SMASH CUT TO: Costa Del Sol It is not hard to find Seloria Delacreaux, especially when she's flat out admitted Costa Del Sol is her current favorite place in the World of Ruin. Well, next to the Blitzball court, but she's not been allowed to dive into that quite yet. Give her time. Give her time. Up on the beach, there is a blue sun umbrella and a Alexander Academy bag, along with Seloria's purse. There is also a wellp-used towel, but... no Seloria. However, the splash in the water of a green-haired green-bikini wearing girl probably explains more than actually needing to find her. "Wheee!" And then she's underwater. Oy.

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Kamon is here entirely because he believes in the buddy system. Kamon would not otherwise be here, because Kamon's dark secret is that he cannot swim. Honestly, this isn't that surprising -- with the amount of iron in his body, there is just too much weight and not enough bouyancy to make it anything but needlessly difficult. A lot of Odynar can swim just fine, being strong enough to make up for it, but Kamon seems to have an unusually high concentration of metal in him. It makes things... complicated, when you get away from waist-deep water. So, there he is, sitting on the shore in his usual outfit, with his shoes and socks left near his backpack and Seloria's stuff. His pant-legs are rolled up, and he's just close enough that the waves lap at his bare feet. He's just kind of staring out to sea, and making sure he keeps Seloria in his line of sight. Not that he could really do much if she got into trouble.

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' On the other hand, Soan is here for multiple reasons. Most of them are of his own. One of the main one is to keep a grouping of three on the parties that are sent out to explore this World of Ruins. Best be in numbers, in case something happens. Even if that 'something' is just letting the local Levianti have a nice long swim. In this particular case, Soan was tasked, mostly by himself, to go fetch drinks, which he has done with smashing success, handing Kamon a bottle of cold orange soda as he sits down on the beach himself. He has his jacket off, rolled over his shoulders. He has less isues with heat, but, still. That jacket can get pretty hot at times. "She haven't been attacked by the local marine wildlife while I was gone?" He asks, peering over the ocean as she exclaims loudly. "Ah. Nope."

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Seloria sometimes is sad that Kamon can't join her out in the ocean. Being nice and bouyant is always very fun, but she understands that he's Iron Man and that there's no way he can properly join her. That being said, she also understands the Buddy System. She also hates it (and by extension, Professor Mister Greene for Enforcing It. Couldn't she at least gotten Cid?) That being said, deep underwater, Seloria updates her status. Blip!

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Kamon takes the soda gratefully, cracking the cap and taking a long drink. It's things like this that remind him that not all of civilization has gone kaput. Not that it has, mind -- he's still convinced they can just banish the darkness in their world and take it back. But while they're stuck here, well... orange soda. No civilization can be that bad if it has orange soda. "She seems to be having fun, and I haven't seen any signs of a fight yet," Kamon replies, glancing up at Soan and then back out to sea. She's underwater somewhere, and has the uncanny ability to hold her breath for basically forever. Rumors from the bathroom walls say that this makes her great at -- Well, swimming. He's not sure what else it could apply to. Kamon's weird device beeps. He still isn't sure about these things. He pulls it out and checks it, peering at the status update. His face falls a little, and he holds it up where Soan can see it. Then, he stands up. "I'm going to go get my sword," he says, jerking his head at the umbrella. He starts jogging up the beach.

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' Soan peers over the device. He's gotten some use out of it in the few days that they've acquired them. Costy little buggers, but seems to be worth it in the end. He frowns, faintly, at the news update. "You do that. I'll keep watch." He says, remaining on the beach and cracking open his own bottle of orange soda, taking a long swing out of it. Hopefully, she wont get the crazy idea of going to say hello to the whale. And hopefully if she /do/ that, the whale is not particularly hungry or caring of inquisitive little humanoids. Why does he worry, anyway? He's certain she can take care of herself just fine. She can swim fine. Soan's swimming abilities are less than desirable.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Seloria so very rarely seems to have 'fun' lately, and, well, yes. Levitani. She has also pushed even the grace of her gift of being able to do that, if the reports on the bathroom walls are correct, to even more extremes - rumor has it is that she's one of the best swimmers in the academy. (Before she moved to Ramuh, she went swimming for hours, daily, exploring underwater ruins. THis is probably not a lie.) Seloria reupdates her status. Then she swims closer to the whale, which seems to be a calm dwarf, probably a sperm whale. She raises a hand at it. It makes a responding noise, before swimming away.

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' *blip* Kamon walks back down the beach, holding the practice katana left-handed by the middle of the scabbard. He examines his phone again as he gets back, looking down at the display and then out to sea again. He squints against the light off the water, the sunlight glinting off the metal portruding from his body. He knew he shouldn't have left his sunglasses in his room that morning. "I think she's okay for now," he says, crouching next to Soan and opening the bottle again. "We should have seen if Myla would come. I bet she could go check on her." Kamon is kind of a worrywart. It's in his nature.

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' "Eh, don't worry so much." Soan says, waving a hand, which happens to hold his bottle of soda, dismissively. "She can swim better than both of us combined. If she ran in some sort of trouble, we'll know about it, and we can deal with it. She made buddies with fishes all the time, remember?" He closes up his own phone after seeing the new update. How does she update those things, anyway? Theses things are better than he thought them to be, to be THIS water proof. The thief takes a swing out of his bottle, looking out to the sea. His other hand subconciously reach for the other end of his necklace, the pendant the is hidden beneath his shirt. He mumble something brief, before shaking his head. "I still can't sense them." He says, low, considering only Kamon is there.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' A few minutes later, Seloria pops up out of the ocean, a good bit in. A few ways behind her, a small whale rises up out of the sea in a good jump, before flopping back into it, sending Seloria crashing towards the shore with the wave reaction. The green-bikini wearing summoner ends up washed up on the beach, giggling to herself as she flops in the sand. She's probably either a bit touched in the head, or she started running out of air down there. "Whee!" Then she pops up back ot her feet in a swift movement.

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' "I guess so," Kamon grudgingly admits. Seloria /could/ swim circles around them, quite literally. He's not sure Soan is as comfortable underwater as he is in the air... and, well, iron-bodied Odynar and all, still. He pockets the neat little device, sitting back down and sticking his now-muddy feet in the water again. That's about as close as he's willing to get. Kamon gives a sidelong glance to Soan. He lowers his voice, watching Seloria beach herself. She has all her limbs, so he's calling it good. Watching someone have that much fun is kind of nice. "Yeah...? Well... some had to get out, right?" he murmurs, frowning. He knows about Soan's little side gig (well, "little"), and thinks he's figured what he means. "Maybe it just needs some time." Yeah. Time. Maybe it'll just fix itself. Kamon can hope.

:'''[[Niklas Dragonius]] has posed:''' The beach is *awesome*. This is a *science fact*. Niklas Dragonius knows that this is a science fact, because he can prove it empirically, which - as a certain Professor stressed - meant it was science. SEE NIK PAYS ATTENTION IN CLASS TOO SOMETIMES The facts are thus! The beach is full of sand! Sand is awesome to make things with. The beach is full of water! Water is awesome to swim in. The beach is full of girls in /tiny swimsuits!/ The beach is full of girls in tiny swimsuits getting soaked and sandy! "Science is /awesome/," Nik observes cheerfully to himself as he watches Seloria. Nik is, for the most part, dressed in very little more than what can be generously described as a loincloth. Oh, he's wearing a speedo under it, or some local equivilant, but no, the loincloth is where it's at. The loincloth provides fanservice - both of the /unbelievable scarring/ of Nik's body (seriously, it is frightening a little bit, some of those scars tell /stories/), and of the fact that the man looks ripped enough to tear a building in half. He's still kind of thin, but it's a thinness without excess, a thinness born of nearly two decades of absolute training, a lean and predatory thinness. "Sup guys!" Nik offers, holding up his hand at Soan and Kamon as he heads over. He's still watching Seloria, because of course he is, although occasionally other beachgoing girls grab his attention. "Science is awesome, huh?"

:'''[[Annia Leradine]] has posed:''' Its around that time that a yellow chocobo makes its way out of the port, off from a ferry that is constantly going between the different cities and continents. And on top of the chocobo, the orange-haired academy, asskisser and bully, Annia. Looks like she's still busy exploring and getting information at any rate. She trots over to the side of the beach, along the street, just taking in the sights while keeping her ears peeled for conversations of all kinds. She hms as she takes out her notepad and map, jotting down a few things. The chocobo isn't a rental this time, so she doesn't have to return it right away at least. Gives her a bit more freedom to move about. She pats the side of the chcoobo's head a bit as she leans down, and then slides over, off the side of the mount. With a hipsway, and clothes that are pretty much fit for the beach already, she moves toward the beach.

:'''[[Niklas Dragonius]] has posed:''' "Science is /double awesome/," Nik adds as Annia shows up, holding up his hand at her.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Feige Abramson, tanning in the background, shouts, "Evil Science Is Immortal!" as Niklas brings up science being awesome. Meanwhile the speedo wearing muscleman massaging her kneads his fingers into her back and she says, "Ooh yes keep that up." and completely forgets everything that was going on. Emi Dennou and Omi Dennou are taking time at the beach today, however, or rather Omi is taking some time off at the beach, sitting down on a towel she had brought herself and eating a sea salt ice cream. Emi appears to be working again as she is moving a cart along the beach, the cart labeled 'Sea Salt Ice Cream (c) Scrooge McDuck Incorporated'. She looks towards the Academy students and assumes that at least most of them are in that school that she learned about yesterday. "...The Network inquires if you desire ice cream." She pauses, and then adds, "Welcome to Costa Del Sol."

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' Soan watches Seloria shores herself, having quite a load of fun. It makes the young thief smile, grinning even if it has a hint of sadness on his expression. "Yeah." He mumbles. "Yeah, some must have. Hopefully, with some time, I'll hear something. This place's big. If some came out, or the Dragons survived, I'll hear something. Until then... Let's grit through." He leaves his pendant alone, taking another swing out of his bottle. before pushing himself up, quickly banishing his morosity asides. For one, there's a cute girl in a bikini! For two, he can't let all that shit get to the others and--oh god it's Niklas coming from that direction. In a loincloth. Oh gods. "Science /is/ awesome. Hey, Nik. Enjoyin' the sun?" He agrees, internally grateful for Annia's arrival so he has an reason to look at somebody else, throwing up a hand in greeting. And then that weird woman that was also at the pirate bay, AND the outskirts of Traverse Town, offers icecream. Soan stays a moment to stare at Emi, blinking quickly, then says. "Uh. Sure. Ice Cream sounds good. Whatcha got?"

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' The only person Seloria is likely to not swim circles around is Cid, and even that's debatable because Cid is well... ... adorably tiny and pitifully scrawny. That being said, she does step up to Kamon and Soan, giving them both a quick wave as she slurps from her water bottle - as sea water isn't tasty. She then promptly spits out a portion of it at the sight of Niklas in a loincloth. The summoner coughs, before she abruptly caps the bottle, her green eyes utterly, terribly wide. Oh god. Oh god. There is distractions. "Thank you!" She says to Emi, before waving at Annia, then in a moment of sheer let's-not-stare-at-the-guys, she turns around and heads back to the water, quite possibly to bury her head in the sand.

:'''[[Annia Leradine]] has posed:''' Annia Leradine's eyes turn to Emi serving the ice cream "... Didn't I see you somewhere else before?" She's pretty sure the girl has been around alot. Cornelia, but there was also other towns... How many of them is there anyway? She fetches some nmunny in her pocket, handing it to Emi to get a bar of the ice cream, picking at it as she moves toward the others on the beach "Relaxing, no homework?" She states flat as always.

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Kamon nods. He reaches over and claps Soan on the shoulder reassuringly. He's there for you, man. "Science is, uh, pretty cool, I guess?" Kamon says, looking up at Nik quizzically. He doesn't really get it. He isn't visibly bothered by the tapestry of scars on Nik's bared body, either; he's seen way worse things, though it is kind of jarring. Besides, he knew he had them already. It isn't as weird the second time. He shoots a glance at Annia, shrugging a shoulder and asiding, "Buddy system," with no real other explaination. AND THEN SHE APPEARS AGAIN. Kamon stares at Emi. Is she following him around?? "Uh -- sure?"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Hello Sir THIEF." She isn't saying this loudly, by the by, there just isn't any capital letters for use in FF Act: Class when it comes to class choices. "The Network has the following options. Sea salt Vanilla, Sea Salt Chocolate, Sea Salt Strawberry, Sea Salt Fishsticks, Sea Salt Tuna, and Sea Salt Original." She'll hand off flavored ice creams to whomever will pay, professionally, and she doesn't even bat an eye at Nik exposing himself. Are his Milky Holmes nipples erect? No he's not twenty faces (Milky Holmes version). "The Network saw you in Corneria." Emi tells Annia. "We further worked alongside Sir THIEF in stealing treasure from pirates, including a quilt, pieces of a treasure map, and wine." She shrugs her shoulders as if to suggest that's really all in a day's work. "We only got shot at a little bit." She turns her head to Kamon. Omi also turns HER head towards Kamon. "You are a student as well, correct? The Network has had some questions."

:'''[[Niklas Dragonius]] has posed:''' Body shame is for people who have a reason to be ashamed of their bodies. "Yeah, the sun's pretty good!" Nik replies, holding up a hand to shade his eyes and looking up. "Nice and warm out here. I bet the water's awesome, so I'm gonna go take a swim later. You guys wanna come? It oughta be pretty good." "I was gonna practice my forms, but, heck, man. I just can't focus with all the girls around." Nik lowers his head and grins at Soan cheerfully, then turns back to face the water. "HEY SE-LO-RI-A, HOW'S THE WATER?!"

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' Soan smiles and nod at Kamon's reassurance. Good thing he do have buddies here. "Hahaha, oh, it was nothing, really." The Thief says, scratching the back of his neck embarassingly. He do wonder, however, if that woman is following them around, or is Kamon's metal magnetism is just that strong. "My name is Soan, by the way, I don't think we've properly introduced." He adds. He looks at the ice cream. S...salt. He's pretty sure /salt/ don't go very well with ice cream. In fact, he's pretty sure salt has problem /freezing/. Then again, who the hell knows? He get himself a bar of sea salt chocolate. He don't touch it just yet. "Some days are just too nice to train." Soan agrees at Nik, crunching down the ice cream. His face freezes, his body tenses up, and his eyes stares into space. "I'm..." He babbles, "I--my... my taste buds are confused." He adds, sounding almost miserable.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' "BUDDY SYSTEM." Seloria yells, agreeing with Kamon from her spot waist-deep in the water. "I am studying the marine life, habitats, and such of the world that this city is from, in comparison to the ones from our world. It's a science experiment! Professor Mister Greene would approve!" She gives Nik a challenging look. "Please. You may take a swim, but this is /my/ element." The green-haired girl smirks. "It's warm, too! Come take a dive!" She then braces herself, and disappears wit ha dive into a wave.

:'''[[Annia Leradine]] has posed:''' Annia Leradine glances at all of the kinds of sea salt... and decides on the original one. She's not really sure about the rest honestly. She snatches a piece of the bar with her teeth and lips, munching it away before it melts "Buddy system huh." That's certainly something she never had a use or a want for. She shakes her head, watching the watergirl splashing about. "Whatever. Found anything of interest while here, or are you leaving her the task of working alone on marine wildlife?"

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' "I can't swim," Kamon says, shrugging apologetically to Niklas in his enthusiasm. He hates to be the party pooper. Then, Kamon spends a moment looking between Emi and Omi. He is Suspicious, with a capital 'S'. They look... super similar. Identical twins? Well, nearly, anyway. There's something in their expressions that makes it a little easier to tell them apart. He looks up at the cart and the selection, eyeing the vanilla speculatively. Soan's reaction makes him hesitate, though. "Uh... yes, I am." He feels like he's suddenly on the spot. "If I can answer any questions, well... uh, shoot?" "Still can't swim," Kamon mutters to Annia, still embarassed about it. Stupid not-metal people and their stupid bouyancy--!!

:'''[[Niklas Dragonius]] has posed:''' "Well, I think I'm gonna go investigate the water a little closer, 'cause I'm pretty sure I just got challenged, and I am of the opinion that I ought to take every challenge. For the honor of the Dragonius family dojo and the Divine Fist style," Nik replies, acting as faux-stuffy and high-and-mighty-noble as he is *possibly* capable of doing. This collapses in all of like ten seconds, and the fact that he held it for that long is impressive in and of itself. He nods at Kamon, serious for all of another moment, because the Odynar were cursed never to be able to really enjoy Leviathan's wait a minute he had an /awesome plan/. Okay, Nik knew what he was getting Kamon for the holidays. For now though, he's got stuff to do. Namely, swimming. "Nicemeetingyoubutnotimetoeat!" Nik calls over his shoulder at the Dennous as he takes off running for the water, footprints swirling up behind him in the sand as he runs. The water is about to get owned. He just dives in head-first, jackknifing right through the wave and into the ocean. How long had it been since he'd gotten to swim and it WASN'T about training? Like...forever.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi may have been joking about Tuna Ice Cream. "Mr. Greene..." She murmurs, as if to God. "...Did he kill Mr. Boddy...?" She raises her eyebrows, "The Network is not able to swim either. What a coincidence." Indeed, not even Omi seems to have a bathing suit on, though neither of she nor Emi comment on Omi's existence at the moment. Of course Emi has a buoyant body, she just hasn't learned! "Nice to me--" She continues, but Nik is already in the water by the time she gets that far. She looks at Seloria. Her eyes slowly widen. Green hair. Pigtails. Seloria has good taste, they realize. Emi nods to her respectfully before turning her attention back to Kamon. "What was your campus like? Was it a friendly campus? Were there any mysteries? Is there a detective or perhaps literature club on your campus?" Emi quizes. "The Network are detectives foremost, though we have never gone to school before. The Network inquires further if ..." Her eyes narrow faintly. "...If you had to deal with bullying...!" Thunder crashes in the background.

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' Soan recovers from the salt-sugarush -- hell he's not sure what the hell that was all about, honestly. That's so /weird/. Not too bad once he got a taste of it, but still so very strange and weird!. His eyes blinking rapidly, he vaguely waves off Niklas going for a dive, to look at the Dennous. ...Why is there two of them, he thinks, quickly, and why didn't he notice /that/ before biting into the chocolate-salt-thingie? Good lord, what do they PUT in that thing? "Yeah, I ain't too good on swimming either, but we're watchin' in case something big comes out and try to eat us, Annia." He says, tentatively taking another bite out of the bar, his eyes fixated on the twins(?). Huuuuh. And she got questions to Kamon. He'll let his buddy answer. He needs to recover from this thing, anyway.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Seloria likes her green hair and pigtails. Therefore, there is a final nod tossed Emis' way before she dives. That being said... Seloria can't respond to Annia, she's too busy burbling noises at the fishies underground, but the general ideal is that yes, while there is a project, she's ... she and Nik and Cid are probably the only three really well built for it, two of them being Levitani and Niklas being Niklas. Meanwhile, in the SEA... Seloria continues burbling. She's got excellent breath control. The boys' bathrooms in the academy have mentioned this.

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Nik nods at him, serious-like. Kamon suddenly feels as though someone has just walked over his mother's grave. To shake this off, Kamon digs out some cash for ice cream. He has some of his own, now, after pulling some one day jobs in. He holds some out. "Vanilla, please?" He is pretty sure he does not wish to experience /tuna ice cream/. Even if she /is/ making that one up. (She is probably not making that one up.) "Uh... well, it was pretty huge," Kamon says, lifting his free hand to run through his hair while he thinks. His left hand is holding the scabbard of his plain katana, which he rests across his lap instead. Just in case. "It was like a city in and of itself. I guess there were mysteries and those clubs, but I didn't really do anything with either of them..." He lets his hand drop. "Mostly I was having a hard enough time with keeping up with everyone else in class." Kamon was not an amazing pupil in anything but the fighting arts. He didn't have the benefit of a solid, top-notch education to fall back on like everyone else there. Thunder crashes. Kamon jerks upright a little, looking around suddenly warily. He peers back up at the Dennous. "Uh... well, yeah. I guess I got bullied a lot." He shrugs, like it was nothing, which means it was something, of course. "You never went to school?"

:'''[[Annia Leradine]] has posed:''' Annia Leradine hears someone mention a bully. ... Doesn't concern her. She moves to find a bench, crossing one leg over the other one, just looking toward the ocean quietly for a bit, eating her ice cream. Its pretty hot in Costa, nothing like Shiva, for sure.

:'''[[Niklas Dragonius]] has posed:''' IT WASN'T NIK He's intermittantly hopping out of the water at random intervals like some kind of porpoise or something, and hitting on Seloria over radio. He is totally not paying attention to Annia if she's being a bully.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi looks Kamon over. He looks like an athlete. She didn't know athletes could be bullied. Television has lied to her, as well as the internet. She will have to be more cautious about trusting both the internet and the televisions. Emi shakes her head. "No, it would be be, perhaps, closest to say we were homeschooled?, The Network summarizes highly innacurately but technically accurate anyway." She is about to say more when a lasso wraps around her waist. She looks down at it, and then over towards Omi who appears to have done the lassoing. She hands Kamon his vanilla ice cream, places the money in the cart and bows her head, "Thank you for your patronage, we would like to know--yaaaaaah..." Omi pulls the rope and sends Emi flying through the air, depositing her next to her, and then--herself--approaches Kamon as Emi sits in the sand by herself--keeping a good grip on that rope. "Apologies for the interruption, The Network did not wish to both you with extraneous details and adjusted nodes for your benefit. Greetings." She bobs her head. "This one can be called Omi, if you wish. Feel free to inform us more about school activities such as 'clubs', for instance, to provide an example."

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' Soan slowly watch the conversation, crunching idly on the ice cream. Alright, with the initial shock over, this is somewhat decent. He'll preffer /actual/ ice cream. The thief has a good vantage point on observing it, watching the Dennou lassoing the other, pulling her back before she says anything... compromising? He can tell some trade -- or worse -- secrets when he hear some. "Uh." The Thief lets out, giving Kamon a side glance, then butting into things. "The Academy's big, yeah. Are you... like, a mind merge group, or pooling into the same pool of knowledge or something? You keep saying 'The Network'." They might be robot women, too. After all, she was magnetic.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Seloria, meanwhile, sticks her tongue out at Niklas, before she dives back into the ocean nearby. Buddy system! Nik is swimming with her. She is observing marine life, their habitats, eating habits, and the like, mostly because she's curious about similarities between those of her home and those in this strange city. It is SCIENCE!

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Kamon is an athlete in a school of mages. They have a /mageocratic student council/. It is /outrageous/. Kamon takes the ice cream. Emi gets lasso'd out of frame. Kamon is not sure how to react to this. He decides to just sort of stare, since any rational response to the apparent twins yanking one another out of frame and also referring to themselves as if they're one person certainly won't be rational at all. He glances at Soan, as if to confirm that he is not the only one noticing all of this, and then looks to... "Omi," he repeats. "Okay. Uh, there's the Chocobo Club? They, uh, raise chocobos. There's space sectioned off for a ranch for them and everything." Considering the sheer size of the Academy and the environs, that is not a ton of space anyway. "So -- home-schooled, sort of, but, okay, why?" He seems confused. "I mean, it's not like anyone can enroll right now..."

:'''[[Annia Leradine]] has posed:''' Annia Leradine is not being a bully /right now/, but who knows when that could change. Either way, its not like Nik wouldn't have /other reasons/ to put his attention on her. He mentionned her hips often enough after all. But she's content with just listening right now. There's always people chatting around, leaking information that could prove to be useful. That's how she traveled over a few continents already. Not the entireity of them, but enough to get a good idea of the landscape and positioning of the different nations.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Omi says, "A chocobo club...for raising chocobos." She nods slowly, naturally, if perhaps slowly. Maybe because of magical pigs, it's hard to know for sure. Emi remains out of frame, though in reality she's sort of glowering now off screen at Omi. "The Network does not presume to understand The Network's mind." Omi says. "Wait a minute," Emi says about to point out how illogical that is but Omi continues anyway before she can actually do that. "In any event, your school seems like it was quite large. The Network presumes though that you still have a teacher and could still undertake classes with at least some manner of building, is that so?" Omi glances over to Annia for a moment, but doesn't seem to recognize her TRUE BULLY POWER.

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' That wasn't an answer at all, Soan mentaly points out! "Tech...nically, I guess?" Soan says, pocketing the stick of his now devoured ice cream. He wont get a second one any time soon, as interesting that was. "I mean, we'd need a building, for one, and teachers for two that follows some of our fields of study. We're kind of a diverse amount, here. I mean, I'm from the Department of Rogues, personally." The thief says, motioning toward the brooch on his tied-up jacket. There's gonna be all kind of wrinkles on it now that he thinks about it. He briefly follows Omi's stare toward Annia before continuing. "Get what I mean?"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Omi after a few moments turns her attention to Soan. "Yes." It's a bit belated but hey, that's an easy answer! YOU CRACKED THE CODE. "Of course, we are the same but also different, to put it succinctly. Nevertheless, we are not very interesting. We are more curious about you. There is a department of rogues? That is strange, teaching people to be rogues, usually schools that we are aware of aim to teach against such specialties." She looks towards Annia again. "...Perhaps."

:'''[[Annia Leradine]] has posed:''' Annia Leradine is getting lots of attention apparently. But she's used to it. People always are talking in her back. Maybe because she's always turning it toward the others anyway. Nothing too surprising there for her. Her ice cream bar is long gone though. She glances to the two 'fish in water'. Leviathanis, eh.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Swimming for hours at a time on a daily if not twice a day basis definitely turns you into a fish in the water. (Or in this case, a dolphin, because what the hell, Seloria.) She is very brave and often swimming out way, way far, too.

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' "Well, uh... we have Professor Mister Greene, he's the Master of All The Sciences, All Of Them, or at least that's what it says on the plaque on his desk," Kamon says. "I s'pose if we had a building, we could... y'know, at least work on it?" He shrugs, unsure. Kamon isn't the one to be organizing this! He's just the fighty one! Let the special people handle it! He glances to Soan, nodding, and looks back at Omi. "I was doing general studies with a focus on martial and paramagical combat," he says. "I'm, uh... I'm not really any good at the second part," he admits sheepishly. Kamon is probably the worst mage among the group by far. MAGIETHNIC BIAS

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' Let's be fair, Soan is not particularly magically inclined either! Except for the whole, you know 'being secretly a guy that breathes fire at people' part. "We've been looking for a building, there's a few candidates, it's a priority. Sadly, that kind of stuff takes money, and money is something that we are working to get to support ourselves as we get used to this new environment." Soan says, smiling as he idly play with the empty salt ice cream stick between his fingers. "Oh no, The Departement is very important, it taught kids like me to put their... less lawful talents to good use, as well as teaching us organisation, the laws and how to aid our fellows in dangerous situations by gathering information and recognising the patterns of traps to disarm them." He explains, causally, the stick skipping over his knuckles. "Of course, there's the Ministry of Assassins and the Consortium of Brigandisation. They have relations with the Comglemerate of Merchants." He pauses. "We like fancy names." He explains to an unasked question.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' ELSEWHERE "WHAT! I SHALL BE THE MASTER OF ALL EVIL SCIENCE." HERE "Hm--is there a strong science program, then, at your school? The Network wonders." Omi says. They have to admit they didn't really think 'science' was going to be on the program here, but maybe it's like some really doofy science. She's heard of military school of course, so maybe it's something of that. "Well, we have thought about it, and think we have a technique should we ever fight together." Hint, it involves super sonic Kamon. "...............There is really a Ministry of Assassins." Omi says, it's barely a question.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Seloria eventually wanders out of the sea, collapsing on top of her towel nearby Kamon and Soan without a second thought. She pulls a second towel over her, even as she idly digs for her water bottle, watching the conversation go on. She's not sure what Soan's talking about, she went into the magic-courses so fast her head spun, but... Hey, she's an observer.

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' "Oh, they call themselves the," Soan says, snagging the stick firmly and create air quotes with his two indexes. "'Sworn Coister of The Shadow Arts', Ninjas, Shinobis, what have you, but that's what most of the departements in the know calls 'em."

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' "You do?" Kamon looks skeptical. Magnetism plus metal guy generally only means Bad Things. Or pranks. Is it a prank attack? He bobs his head in agreement. "Yeah, they're always mysterious and masked and stuff, too," he adds. "They clog up the halls in the armed combat wing all the time, with honor duels and dramatic attempted assassinations and things for extra credit." This might be the kind of school where everything is ABSOLUTELY INSANE.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Seloria tries to avoid getting Kamon wet, because Metal. She does however freely drip over Soan. "The magic wing isn't half as dangerous, except for when you get turned into a toad."

:'''[[Annia Leradine]] has posed:''' Annia Leradine fetches an apple from her travel bag, munching on it as she watches the people around. "I haven't even gotten to the academy before we all got deported, so nothing to say about it."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Yes." Omi says. She isn't very chatty, prone to getting straight to the point. "That which can attract, can repel, after all. With a body such as yours, it shouldn't be an issue." Emi comes back in from off screen, pulling on the lasso rope to pull herself back into the scene. "Actual assassinations or practice assassinations?" It does seem like an insane school, they've got to admit.

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' Not as chatty, is she, Soan notes. He makes a 'so-so' movement toward Seloria. "Last time I stepped into the magic department, someone asked me if she could test some weak heat spells on me, because I'm an Ifriti." He comments, speaking about that with quite some humour. "Oh, practice ones. They like to make everyone think they /were/ actual attemps, thought. Get the legend going, the magic of their reputation soar, you know?"

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' "Man, that's so annoying," Kamon says with a sigh. "Being Ifriti doesn't make you fire resistant any more than being Ramuha makes someone shock absorbant. You'd figure that that myth would've been dispelled a while ago." He's frowning. He doesn't really like the FLAGRANT RACISM that happens. Even if it's really minor and Soan laughs it off, he's always been a bit more sensitive to it. Might have somethig to do with magnets. He peers at Omi, staring at her for a long moment. "Oh," he says. There's another pause. "Okay. I can handle that. Hopefully we won't get into any fights, though." He sounds optimistic about it, maybe in a sort of forced way. He knows it won't stick, but...

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Seloria grins at Soan. "Well, we have to try. It's no fun practising on each other, plus those of us with the bigger, better magical powers tend to well, either get ignored or stuff..." Seloria looks embarassed, drying out her hair as she curls up around her towels to stay somewhat warm. "At least we've not started attaching Magnets to you, Kamon?"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Omi smiles suddenly at Kamon's optimism. "Ah, this one apologizes, then, for assuming." Of course, she sort of expected someone in FIGHTER COLLEGE would GET INTO FIGHTS. It isn't too much of a leap of thought here. "I'm not sure I really understand the 'Ifriti' stuff either, The Network admits." Emi adds. "But this is plenty of knowledge for the time being. Thank you for entertaining our queries." The Network is rather inquistive, but they don't want to overdo it otherwise they won't really be able to digest what they've heard properly.

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' "Yeah, I know," Soan asides to Kamon. "She was young, so I've cut her some slack." He turn that grin toward Seloria, nodding. "Hey, I'm surprised she had the guts to ask me, so. In the end, no real harm done, she learned, we moved on." Soan toss the stick in the air before snatching it again, like someone would do with a coin. "Oh, that's quite alright, that's quite alright. But before you go, one question from me in return. Fair trade, I'd say," The Thief smoothly says, leaning foward a inch, grinning. "Are there many of you in that 'Network' of yours?"

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Kamon shrugs, like it's no big thing. He does a lot of things that really do not match up the things that he is learning, or the kind of person he appears to be. It's like he is the /nega-stereotype/. Or has problems. One or the other. (Both?) "Please don't do that," Kamon mutters at Seloria. He looks kind of uncomfortable for a second. Then, he stands up, sticking his damp feet in the warm sand and then dusting them off with one another. Mostly, anyway. "I'm going to go get some practice in. I've been slacking on my forms. I'll be down the shore if you guys need me." He grabs his backpack and shoulders it and the sword. He pauses for a second and smiles at one of the several green-haired girls -- the correct one, even. "Nice seeing you again, Emi." And then, he just kind of walks off. Time to work out some pent-up frustration by swinging a few feet of steel in an eerily precise manner.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' "I wasn't going too!" Seloria protests as Kamon wanders off. She frowns. "Oh dear..." She places her hand against her temple and rubs tiredly. She puts her now soaked towel that was wrapped around her hair in her bag with a sigh, dusting off her feet soles to stick her sandals on. "I hope Kamon's okay..."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "There are six of us total, at present." Emi says, her eyes widening faintly at Kamon. For three meetings, it seems he's already picking her out from the others. Hmm. She gives him a small nod. "Perhaps next time will not be a coincidental meeting." She grabs at Omi's arm. "Help me sell ice cream." She glances over to Soan again and adds, "We can always talk further at another time. Good day, Sir THIEF."

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' "Soan. Sure thing." The Thief corrects, immediatedly, tipping his head toward the Dennous leaving. Nice girls. Weird girls, but nice girls. He watches Kamon leave off, shoving the wooden stick of the salted ice cream in his mouth, asiding toward Seloria. "He'll be alright. Just give him some space." He adds, quietly, smiling at her. "Magnets brings up some bad memories for him, since Imp Class. Among other things, I mean." He explains, his voice low. "It still stings. The racism, I mean." He place a hand over her shoulders. "But don't torture yourself over it, alright? Just be mindful next time."

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Seloria, plaintively, "I was only in classes for two weeks, you can't expect me to know everrrrything!" Beat. "Not that. ... I attended... classes..." Seloria looks deeply embarassed.

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' "It's fine, it's fine, you couldn't have known. Now you do." Soan replies, calmly, then grinning. "Just apologise next time you see him, alright?"

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' "Yes, Professor." Seloria says, dryly, giving Soan a wrinkled-nose pout/grin.

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' Soan grins. "Good girl. Now, let's get out of here, I think've got sand in my socks."

Transfer Student Shenanigans

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|Location=Alexander Academy
|Synopsis=It's hard being the magical girl transfer student, it's hard and no one understands.
|Cast of Characters=Seloria Delacreaux,
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A couple of months ago...

DAY 1: January 7th

"Class, I would like to introduce our newest member of Alexander Academy, Seloria Delacreaux." Professor Elizabeth Darcy looks up at the door, beckoning in the green haired girl there, quietly sighing to herself as Seloria steps through the door, out of uniform... sort of.

Dressed in the Academy's swim club swimsuit, and a green wrap skirt that brushes the top of her sandals, the Levitani looks at her teacher calmly.

"Miss Delacreaux, this is your one warning. Please be in uniform tomorrow, or you will be given detention."

DAY 2: January 8th

Professor Hanaaloha Glyphan looks across the table at Professor Darcy in the break room, shaking her head. "I don't know what is up with the Delacreaux girl, but she is off the charts we have in regards to her magical power. I understand she came from a home-schooled environment, but she's got to participate more."

Elizabeth raises an eyebrow at the talented magic user. "How do you get someone who can summon and maintain the divines and speak with them to participate in a class she probably could have tested out of, if she had come in during the start of the school year?"

Hana rolls her eyes. "She just doesn't participate, it's another demerit on her school records, though. Nothing can be done about that."

Elizabeth nods.

DAY 3: January 9th

Seloria shows up both late and out of uniform to English class, her chin stuck out stubbornly in the poofy skirt and swimsuit combo. (It's one of the most popular outfits she made for herself - well, except for the swimsuit, she brought that.)

"Detention, Miss Delacreaux. Tomorrow night, at 8 PM after dinner. My office. Be there promptly." Professor Darcy notes.

Seloria blinks, then walks out of the classroom.

Elizabeth, astounded, stares at the door as it swings shut. "Two detentions?" She manages to get out, not that the summoner heard her.

DAY 4: January 10th

8 PM rolls around, and in her office, Elizabeth Darcy awaits for Seloria. After five minutes, she puts out a call on the intercom, in case the girl forgot about the detention. At ten minutes, she calls into the dorms. At fifteen minutes, security is searching the grounds.

At 8:30 PM, she is found and hauled up to the office, dripping wet in just her swimsuit, having been out for a unapproved night swim in complete defiance of the teacher's orders. Seloria looks tired and upset, with a weariness to her movements and a quietness that Elizabeth suspects may have to do with being at the academy itself.

"... detention after school, all of next week. Swimming privileges suspended, am I understood?"

Seloria just nods, mutely, then is escorted out of the room.

DAY 5: January 11th

Professor Darcy looks up while taking role. "Delacreaux?" A few seconds later: "Delacreaux?" A few minutes later, in case she was late: "Delacreaux?"

Still no Seloria.

Professor Darcy sighs and makes a note in Seloria's account.

DAY 6: Parent-Teacher Meeting

Elizabeth Darcy shakes the hand of a dark-green haired woman, slim and about Seloria's size. "Mrs. Delacreaux, please, thank you for coming. Take a seat. Would you like some tea?"

Amynra waves a hand with a laugh. "Oh, not, it's quite alright. I was told that... Seloria was having some problems settling in? Skipping courses and detention, and the like?"

Elizabeth nods.

Amy gives the professor a quirked smile. "Seloria has never been in a straight, scheduled school situation. On a daily basis, she puts more time in the ocean than she did on land, and did my husband not get a important job purview under his wings, it is more than likely that my daughter would be becoming a mermaid once she hits adulthood, rather than a summoner like he wants her to be."

Elizabeth stares. "We're Levitani, Professor Darcy. Since she learned to swim, she has done so, and it's become a ... integral part of what she is and what she does. Let her swim when she wants too, just outside of class hours. You'll find it improves her ... ability to care, let us say."

"Just give her time."

DAY 7: January 14th

Professor Darcy looked at the paperwork sitting in front of her, and sighed. The English teacher for upper ranks of Alexander Academy - including the Behemoth Class - had been put in charge of the new transfer student, who had come in after the winter holidays, and at that, come in late.

NAME: Delacreaux, O. Seloria 
CLASS: Behemoth 
CURRENT STATUS: After-school detention for a week, as ordered by E. Darcy

"Miss Delacreaux, you understand that if you continue to skip detention, we will suspend you, and maybe even eject you out of Alexander Academy without giving your parents a refund of the tuition amount?"

Seloria gives her Professor a look. "They didn't pay." She points out, calmly.

Elizabeth rubs her temples, shaking her head. "Just come to detentions. I will write you a pass to use the pools out of hours, is that okay?"

Seloria bites her bottom lip. "Including the outside pools?"

"... yes." Elizabeth finally agrees, reluctantly. She knows Seloria is a Levitani, and skilled in protecting herself. The resulting response is a true smile from the teenager, the first one Elizabeth's seen on her face.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much." Seloria says, with a big smile on her face, before she bounces out of the room.

Correspondence Class

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|Location=Cornelia
|Synopsis=The students of Alexander Academy, and one of their Professors, converge on Cornelia. The end result is hilarity, and well... homework.
|Cast of Characters=Niklas Dragonius, Jidro Gerrison, Seloria Delacreaux, Mister Greene, Annia Leradine, Rena Laradyne, Myla Mason, Kyra Hyral, Souji Murasame
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:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Let's rewind about half an hour ago. Half an hour ago, everyone was wandering Alexander Academy happily, whether it was Seloria reading something, Niklas unbuttoning a girls' blouse, or Jidro fretting. (But Cid always frets.) Twenty minutes ago, Nik and Cid had been in combat with a pair of imps trying to take off with Nik's guitar. Fifteen minutes ago, Seloria had summoned Sylph, rescued the guitar, and saved the day. Ten minutes ago, they started walking towards the city. Just now, they've entered the city! Theoretically, Niklas and Cid are chasing Seloria, who has booked her way down one of the side pathways towards the center of th evilliage, where the beautiful stone fountain likes. "Ohhh~" She chirps, bouncing along gleefully.

:'''[[Niklas Dragonius]] has posed:''' Nik is actually really good at keeping up with people despite his staggering levels of laziness. It comes from his ridiculous training-from-hell background; his family's willingness to subject their son to constant, consistent lethal situations was the reason he was so ludicrously strong today. And it was entirely strength, in fact, because Nik was also REALLY REALLY FRAGILE as a result of all that abuse! Nik vaults over a wall, guitar slung oer his shoulder, and lands somewhere on the other side. "Hey, wait up! Or at least turn around so I can enjoy watching you run in a sweater!" Nik shouts. Cid could, uh...Cid could totally climb that wall, right? He was...he was a strong guy! Right? ...right? ......right? ....okay, well, Cid could totally CATCH UP, is his point. Nik doesn't really have time to appreciate the archaic stone buildings or the people in even more archaic clothes staring at him as he races through the street; he doesn't want to lose one of the only members of his world he knows is here! That would /suck/. Nik rounds the corner, planting one foot on the fountain and jumping. He jumps onto the next level of the fountain, then the little top bit, temporarily spraying water everywhere! Then he leaps off it, landing somewhere at least vaguely near Seloria with a thud. "Do you always just kinda take off like that?"

:'''[[Annia Leradine]] has posed:''' There was another person near the fontain when Nik so 'joyfully' sprayed water everywhere. Her school uniform's vest slung over her shoulder, it looks like she took the time away from the school to get more natural, wearing only a small black top and her pants, which are somewhat baggy at the bottom end of them. She gets splashed of course, and gets up, looking toward the bounding young man "Watch what you're doing, you twit." The girl has been pretty much lost after the heartless stuff. She was just about to join the academy when everything got deported like that. She wouldn't even know its students from the same school right now, but the vest is marked of the AA blazon. Great, not just the overly energetic boy, but also the airhead girl, that's going to be a swell day for her.

:'''[[Rena Laradyne]] has posed:''' Not a particularly great night. There had been fighting, which had been reasonably refreshing and oddly nostalgic of some of the seasonal swarms back home. It had been what her mother had termed an abundant environment. There had been that and then she had been smothered by the waves of darkness and.. then it was out here, in a grassland somewhere and this muggy, unpleasant heat. She had gotten used to such discomfort so Rena just picked herself up off the grass. Rena shifted her lightweight uniform jacket, peeling it off and slinging it over one scarred shoulder as she looked out at the surroundings. No sign of the Academy or anything familiar. She made her way towards the signs of civilization in the hopes that she could find some information. There was a part of her that wanted to freak out and scream and be paralyzed, but that wasn't really going to help her right now, so-- first rule. Always know who you are. Second rule. Always know where you are. Rena checks herself over, runs herself through a short litany of facts and then nods. Let's go see about rule two.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' A large group of people shuffle by, clearly locals, only some paying passing attention to the group of young people clearly dressed in clothing quite unlike that of their now-lost native world. Perhaps it wasn't so unusual for this place to receive travels and they have become numb to such a thing? One amongst the crowds, however, appears to be a familiar face to at least Nik. Maybe. Can any girl register as familiar to him? He can't even keep their names straight. Maybe he would remember Kyra Hyral, his fellow Behemoth class, as she stumbles along numbly with the crowd. She's wearing her favorite white hoodie over her uniform-the one she's doctored up with a haphazardly sewn-on Diablos emblem on the bac. The hood remains down so her red hair shines in the sun. Her metal, standard-issue number two focusing staff drags along the ground behind her as her arms hang limply at her sides. "...bluhhh..." Either she's shellshocked or someone just hit her with the zombie status. Neither option is good.

:'''[[Mister Greene]] has posed:''' Things you should know about Professor Mister Greene. The first, before everyone ended up here, he was not present for his last class. He was /mysteriously/ missing, and had been preoccupied lately with another project. He still did his classes, but up until /that point/ he never missed one. Then suddenly he missed a class and the world ended. Shocking, huh? However, as people enter the city, they find the short professor litterally bent over the stone fountain with his face in the water...water is bubbling, dangerously, as the poor professor is seemingly...completely out of it? His Mecha-Mini Chocobo sits on his back, preening it's robo-feathers, as nothing had happened at all. "Beep." It warks. "Damned bird! Get off my back so I can get BLUB!"

:'''[[Souji Murasame]] has posed:''' There is a click from the door to the Inn, and several figures exit the building. One of them is a familiar sight to those in Behemoth Class: Souji Murasame, the scourge of those seeking the Valedictorian position, general perfectionist, and stoic cold rich kid. Behind him are several Black Mages bearing the Murasame Family insignia. "The tea is inferior." Souji comments. "But one must make do in the wasteland." He slowly turns his gaze over the city plaza, his eyes narrowing slightly as he sees the rest of those alive. "Oh. You're alive." He says towards the students, but leaves it at that as he approaches the semi-drowning Mr. Greene. "Professor. I have completed my homework." He produces a bag and drops it next to the man on the edge of the fountain. He doesn't lift a finger to help the man.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' "Nik, shut up!" Seloria is outpaced by nikas running - he lands about ten feet away from the fountain, next to Selora, who had stopped to stare at Professor Mister Green. "Yes." She says, puzzled. "I never had a case where I had to wait on people before. I was allowed to explore the ruins of Levitani alone, and to swim the Tenebrous Deeps without fear." "Uhhhhh, I think - " She gestures at Kyra, but, bracing herself, she goes to nab Greene's Mecha-Mini Chocobo so he can get out of the fountain and breath. "Oh, great." She mutters to herself at the sight of Souiji.

:'''[[Niklas Dragonius]] has posed:''' "Oops, sorry!" Nik calls at Annia as he lands. He skids to a halt as he notices the AA jacket on her shoulder, then pauses, temporarily distracted enough by the appearance of a cute girl he didn't know to stop chasing the *other* cute girl he didn't know. Nik's hand slides onto his hip thoughtfully as he checks her out...and he grins. "Hi! Sorry about that. I don't recognize you, but you're obviously from the school, so...hey! I'm Niklas Dragonius; just call me Nik, huh? Pleasure to meet you!" Then Kyra stumbles forward, and Nik is AGAIN temporarily distracted from chasing Seloria AND the cute girl he just met by the cute girl he already knows. Nik grins and waves at her as she drags her staff along. "Hey! Now there's another great sweater I'm glad to see." He doesn't remember her /name/, but that's okay, Nik was pretty bad with girls' names. "Are you okay? You're not looking so great...I mean, you /look/ great, just kinda sick, that's all. Like...you know when a really cute girl is kinda sick, and you don't wanna say she looks *great* 'cause she looks ill, but she's still hot? Yeah, like that." Nik snaps his fingers, though he's keeping the fact that he DOESN'T REMEMBER HER NAME as quiet as he can. Because, you know. That would be rude to just /say/ to her. He'd ask somebody later, or maybe she'd volunteer it to Annia! He was thinking /Mary/. Definitely not Linda, though. "Hey, so have you guys seen Lin-" BLUB. "Professor? Uh, double oops." Nik's hand goes up to scratch the back of his neck. Heeeee just splashed the teacher in his haste to catch up with Seloria, didn't he? He was probably gonna get an earful about that....but hey, he was trying to keep up with a teacher. And then Souji shows up. Nik smiles and holds up a hand. "Hey, Murasame! Check it out, I think we got sent to the past! It's pretty cool, right? We're time travellers!"

:'''[[Annia Leradine]] has posed:''' Annia Leradine doesn't seem willing to take excuses. She just asked him to watch it, there won't be a second warning. She didn't know it was the professor either, that had been bubbling next to her for a while. He hadn't asked for help either, mind you, she thought he was just very very.. very VERY thirsty. But when the word 'professor' comes out, she's almost IMMEDIATELY next to him, helping him out of the water. During that 'ziiiiiiiiiiiiip' she even managed to put her AA vest on, and looks all prim and proper again, like any top student would be. "Are you alright professor? Here, you can use my towel." Appanrently, she even had a towel handy. Might be from the bulky bags she has with her. She hadn't even gotten to the academy, and her maid disapeared SOMEWHERE, so she's not very pleased right now. But it doesn't show in front of the professor. She might look like an ass kisser, but actually its just cunningly cloaking herself, giving the teachers a perfect image of herself.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Nik has one small saving grace. Kyra at least knows him. She knows the sound of his voice and unfortunately for him, she already knows that this man cannot for the life of him remember her name. That doesn't really matter all that much right now, though-in fact, she could care less if Nik was being very Nik rght now. She slowly turns to look at him, her green eyes wide as she stares at the martial artist. Recognition dawns and the staff falls from her hand, clanging loudly against the ground. "Nik...!" In an instant, she's over next to him. In another instant, she's grabbing him by the collar and pulling him down to her level. And then...! She shakes him. A lot. "WHAT THE <GOOSEHONK> JUST HAPPENED?!" she blurts out suddenly. After taking a breath, she looks around and gradually begins to recognize some of the other classmates she knows and mildly despises. Why, Professor Mister Green is even here! Wait, she just swore in front of her favorite teacher. Wait! Swearing around authority is a very rebellious thing to do, that should be okay right?! Well okay by not being okay which means it's okay to Kyra and- Kyra releases her death grip upon Nik. "Time travel? Really? So this is Galianda of the past?" She might even accept this explanation. History is not the subject she excels in, after all.

:'''[[Souji Murasame]] has posed:''' Souji simply shifts his eyes to Nik. "If we've been sent to the past, then you should be able to name the geographical location and point in our world history that this resembles, along with concurrent landmarks." Souji replies. "Surely you can do even that much, Dragonius?" He expands his piercing, judging gaze to the rest of the students present. "Any of you?"

:'''[[Mister Greene]] has posed:''' Professor MISTER Greene is saved from his Chocobo PDA trying to kill him. "MAVERICK!" he shouts at it, which gives him a Beep back, questioningly. Thanks to the efforts of his students, who were trying to kill him before, except fro Souji who was just watching him die, he is saved. He coughs for a moment, before pointing right at Kyra. "DETENTION!" he says, without even looking directly at her. Taking the towel from Annia Asskisser, he dries his head off and looks at Niklas for a moment. "That is EXCELLENT deduction, but it is very wrong." he says handing the wet towel back to Annia. "Can I have my PDA back." he holds his hand out to Seloria, meaning the bird, who Beeps again in a wark like fassion. "Excellent." he says, taking the assignment from Souji, "The rest of you? You have your homework correct? Our world's issues are NO ESCUSE!" he says, crossing his hands. "The question you should ask is not when, but WHERE we are, and then of course as WHERE is our home. These are important questions that you must ask, and is now your NEW homework assignment. As well as finding us a place to live."

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' "Kyra, Nik." Seloria has names down, not that she's ever actually talked to many of any of these people. "Here you go, Professor Mister Greene." She hands the PDA Mini-Mecha Chocobo back to him once he is more comfortable, comfortable holding him, but willing to pass him right back to the group. She shrugs at Souji. "I don't know. Get me to a sea though, and I'll be able to figure things out." That done, she switches her green eyes back to Professor Mister GReene. "Does this mean we just switched to correspondence classes, Professor?"

:'''[[Niklas Dragonius]] has posed:''' If it makes you feel better, Kyra, he can recognize body shape and face pretty well! Kyra gets her hands around his collar (heck yeah) and starts shaking him fiercely (booooo), and Nik's head bobbles back and forth like, well, a bobblehead. He shakes his head clear after a moment, holding his hand up to his forehead. "Woah, hey! How should I know what happened-" Shot in the dark, shot in the dark, shot in the dark...K! K, there was a K...uh...and an A! "-Kary?" So close, and yet so far. Nik grins down at her nonetheless, putting his hands on hers and slooooowwwwwlllyyy removing them from his collar. "I mean, one minute I was under the Big Tree with Linda - speaking of, have you seen her? - messing with her blouse, and then the next, those weird little black things show up, and then me and Cid fall on our faces onto a bunch of grass and stuff. Then this little imp thing shows up and nearly beats Cid up, then we go chase two more of them carrying off my guitar, and then Ami-" he gestures at Seloria "...wait, no...Celine?...shows up and then she runs off and now we're here!" "So yeah, that about brings everybody up to speed!" Nik observes proudly, putting his hands around Kyra's shoulders. Then Souji talks, and Nik's proud look breaks apart in an instant. THEN Mister Greene talks, and reinforces Souji, thus reinforcing Nik's belief that teachers are kinda jerks. "W-well...okay, that's a good point, I guess...Cid said it looked like our world in the past, so I just kinda figured. Y'know. That that made sense..." "But I guess that's a good point." Nik says absolutely NOTHING about his homework. *Strategically*.

:'''[[Mister Greene]] has posed:''' Professor Mister Green is looking right at you Nik. "Homework. No escuses."

:'''[[Annia Leradine]] has posed:''' Annia Leradine shakes her head at the Professor "I don't have any homework because I was just transfered to Alexander Academy. Today was to be my first day in this school. My name is Annia Leradine." She bows elegantly. Yeah, she's an asskisser alright, but only to the teachers and higher authorities, that's how she was raised, posing as a perfect little angel. "Although I guess this isn't a school anymore now." She considers "The guard at the entrance said this was Cornelia, but there are no towns marked as Cornelia on Galianda. And this one cleary as a castle, so there's even less possibility of a kingdom called Cornelia that would be unknown to us. Plus, the weather outside would suggest it to be on Odin." Which was an easy guess. There's no huge mountains, its not in the ocean, its not frozen over and its not bathing in heat, nothing that suggests they would be in clouds either. Actually is there there even a single plate in Galianda that has simple plains and temperate weather?

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Her eyes narrow and she leans forward, hissing at him, "Kyra." "What-h-hey, Professor Mister Green, cut me some slack," Kyra whines. "I just saw the whole world get consumed by the impure forces of...something." Kyra wanted to say 'Chaos' but it didn't...feel right. "And besides..." she unzips the front of her hoodie and pulls out a set of slightly crumpled papers. Her homework. Angrily, she passes it over to Mister Greene, "Just where do you expect me to serve detention now? I saw the classroom get consumed!" Falling silent, she peers over at Souji, glowering at her fellow Behemoth class. "I feel no storm in the air, so this is certainly not -our- continent, if it is a location in Galianda."

:'''[[Souji Murasame]] has posed:''' Souji Murasame cracks that tiny smile. You know, that one that he allows you to see when he knows he's beaten you. "Except, Leradine, the place isn't a hellish iron-studded wasteland constantly besieged by iron-infused nightmare monsters." He shrugs. "Have /all/ of you failed basic logic? We're not on our world anymore, and the Professor has already deduced this, as have I." He looks back to the Professor. "This city is called Cornelia, as they mentioned before. You can likely get a home in the villiage outside the area, but where our world is will require more... extensive research. I do hope you have an appropriate due date for this assignment." He turns away. "Personally, I already have my own place handled."

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' "Some of us may have failed basic logic, but at least we passed the basic etiquette courses." Seloria says coolly to Souji, her green eyes flashing at him. "Which you seem to have failed epically." She deliberately turns her back on him, her green braids bouncing. "Kyra, don't threaten Nik, he means well. His brain is still on Linda." "Hey, where'd Cid go?"

:'''[[Niklas Dragonius]] has posed:''' "He was like right behind me before I vaulted over the wall," Nik replies, pointing over his shoulder. "I figured he'd...y'know, be right behind me." "Yeah, she was pretty cute. I am not averse to this situation, though," Nik replies, grinning at Kyra. "Hi."

:'''[[Jidro Gerrison]] has posed:''' "De-*GASP*definitely... *WHEEZE* n-not... our home...*WHEEZE* or time..." Where has Cid been all of this time? Let's not forget that Cid is not an athletic persn. In fact, running is the bane of his existence. In fact, there is Cid himself. Unfortuntely, he is getting dragged over towards the group at the fountain by one of the burly villgers. The mage is looking worse for wear. He's sweating profusely, his glasses are fumbled in place(likely from tripping in the midst of his running), and overall... Winded. The burly man laughs, carrying the man over his shoulder, "I think this gent belongs to you all?" His vision is a bit blurry, but he slowly places the glasses over his eyes. First, his vision notices a few of the other students. However, his expression tenses at the sight of Souji. "...Gr-greetings, Mr. Murasame..." However, at the sight of Annia. .... /Cid becomes as pale as a ghost./ His jaw opens wide, wanting to scream, but.. is unable to.

:'''[[Mister Greene]] has posed:''' Professor Mister Green takes Kyra's homework, narrowing at the status of it. "It will due." he says, and then looks at Annia. "I SAID N-...oh." he pauses, "Okay, you are escused, because I never assigned it to you! BUT NOW you are mine!" he says, shaking a hand, and putting the Chocobo down on the ground, which runs around him Beeping from time to time. It then stops, and preens itself again. It is /amazingly/ adorable. He adjusts his goggles, and nods. "Yes. We are not in our world anymore...our physics MIGHT be changed considerably...and I have no idea if our connections to various things are disrupted! So first of all, everyone test out your magic and equipment...best to figure out if it all works BEFORE we are attacked by monsters or heartless." he says, placing his goggles back over his eyes. "The first order of buisness, is to set up a approprate place for a replacement academy! It will need to have classrooms for every subject, and housing for the remaining students. We also need to know WHERE We are...and what is just going on. I know those creatures are named Heartless." "I was experimenting on them before the world fell, the government was concerned with their appearance.." and so were the Divines, but that is a quiet matter. "We need information, and you need to explore! Everyone should go out in pairs from here, and explore. If you do not have a partner, or one is not avalible to you.../I/ shall go with you. "And if you must know, young lady...I still have the powers...of the DETENTION ZONE!" THUNDER BOLT. He looks at Cid. "YOU! Where is your homework?!"

:'''[[Niklas Dragonius]] has posed:''' "Hey, there he is!" Nik gestures at Cid. "See? I told you he'd catch up!" Always look on the bright, side of life! Doot doot, doot doot, doot doot doot doot de doot.

:'''[[Annia Leradine]] has posed:''' Annia Leradine glares at Souji "How can you be talking about logic when we are in a situation that defies all of it. How exactly do you explain that one moment we're in our world and the next we are here? I simply exposed a possible theory, even if Odin is full of metal it is the only place with a temperate climate that isn't under a glass dome like Shiva or at the base of a giant mountain range." She crosses her arms over her chest pointedly. She's acting all uppity again. She turns back to the professor though, Asskissing-mode back on since he's still around "I am pleased to be under your tutelage Professor Mister Greene." Is mister his middle name? Rather not ask. But then, Jidro happens. She blinks for a moment, and then... those green eyes go flat "...Hello Mr Gerrisson, nice to see you again. I am surprised that no monsters snagged you for snacks yet."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "I see /your/ priorities are straight." Kyra rolls her eyes at Nik before giving him a gentle shove to push him away. Where were the others, though? Where was Kamon? Surely he had to survive, right? Her eyes grow distant for a few seconds as she thinks. As much as she loathes Souji, she does, nonetheless, listen to his words. Corneria? Place to stay? In her shellshocked wandering, she hadn't really noticed her surroundings that much. Then she palms her face a little. "Professor, I-" she pouts, then he threatens her with the DETENTION DIMENSION. Kyra yelps in alarm and zips behind Nik. "But you wouldn't do that to your top science student, right?" Then Cid arrives and her tension starts to fade a little. Yet another one of her good friends was here. "Cid!" Kyra slips out from behind Nik and scoots over to Jidro, taking both of his hands and looking into his eyes. The glowering of Annia is ignored. "Are you alright?" HINT: You better answer 'yes' to that, Cid.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' It had started as such a good day for Myla, she had been caught up on all her home world, everything was in Mr Green would have even had her latest assignemtn in early. Then? All hell broke lose things of the Darkness, she'd tried to fight but what could she do? There were just too many her and her meahcnial creaion had been over run and the next thing she knew she was in an alien ocean and had washed up in the harbour. It was an ocean, it was conforting but it was not home it felt differnt, Swimmer had surived somehow too and had followed her as she fished herself out of the drink. Now her dress which is far more suited to that of sailors from her world does not fit in at all, she's got a swimsuit like undergarment, leggings that are partialyl open and could be easily removed by datching straps should she end up in the drink. Goggles are pushed up and her long blue hair which is sperateed into several braids that are beaed at the ends. She's looking out of place as she wanders, it would be easy enough to spot her the streak tatoo on her face is known to be used by some natives of the Levianitna contient as a sign of being fisherment or prehaps even pirates. She's just looking really distract and lost right now.

:'''[[Niklas Dragonius]] has posed:''' "My bag didn't come through, sir. Homework's gone. World ate it. I'll get it to you tomorrow." Nik flows seamlessly, then holds up Kyra's hand. And Seloria's. "Partners! There's an odd number, so this is way easier than disrupting your experiment, sir!" Nik's grin is /huge/. Souji shuts it down again, though, because Souji's a jerk. "What do you mean you've already got a place handled? How? It's not like we've got any money for here, do we?" He starts checking his pockets all of a sudden, as Kyra slips over to Cid. Holy crap, did he have money? That would rock! It's not like he had any money in the other world (on him), though...

:'''[[Souji Murasame]] has posed:''' "Spare the rod and spoil the child. And believe me, Delacreaux, you are acting like a child." Souji replies. Annia takes her shot, which Souji simply shrugs regarding. "I explain it because those creatures of shadow consumed our world. I watched them do it." Souji says. "I had a different vantage point than the lot of you." He gestures to Annia. "I know you should be used to this now, but there's nothing wrong in you being wrong. Just accept it, learn, and move on." He turns away, listening as Jidro appears. "Gerrison. You're alive." He pauses for a moment. "You are fortunate. Your father is still alive and well." Nik's query gets a response. "I think you misunderstand what I mean." He turns to the black mages behind him, who have been basically background decoration so far, and nods. "Begin." The mages form into a triangle, raising their hands and incanting. There is an explosion of light as a magical circle forms around them, magical power gathering as runic rings are etched into the air. There is a thundercrack as the sun is blotted out, Souji's eyes glinting in the sudden darkness as the stormclouds gather thickly. Lightning surge s through the clouds, a familiar feeling to the Ramuha present, but the others... perhaps not so much. "When I said I had arranged for a place..." Souji says, moments before a lance of light pierces into the sky, punching into the clouds. The mages have vanished, apparently consumed in the light... The clouds begin to funnel, thunder and lightning rolling and crackling as a massive shape begins to appear in the clouds. Sleek black steel, lit in a multitude of places with tiny ports Lightning arcs along the ourside of the construct, the rounded shapes creating graceful arches... And yet somehow ominous, as if a terrible force waited to be unleashed. Swept railings border a main deck that looks down upon the area, A huge, ornate sail rises from the graft, shining not with the white of sailcloth but with the bright cyan of an energy grid, lightning lashing off of it constantly to collection rods anchored to the sides of the craft, feeding back into the ship. A hissing thrum fills the air, the massive ship made manifest. Upon the side, in neon, is the Murasame Family insignia, along with the name in Ramuhan lettering: AME-NO-TORIFUNE "I meant a place for those who are worthy of it." Souji finishes, pushing his glasses up and reflecting the neon light above with a faint smile.

:'''[[Niklas Dragonius]] has posed:''' "Awww, /man/, why don't *I* have a magic space airship?" Nik mutters to himself as he finds no money in his pockets.

:'''[[Souji Murasame]] has posed:''' "One would think the answer to that question is obvious." Souji responds, folding his arms behind himself.

:'''[[Mister Greene]] has posed:''' "Because you are a unattentive student and are lazy!" Professor Mister Green says, looking at the Airship. "Second rate." he says, fixing his goggles, "But it is nothing against you or your family, you just did not have ME build it! Hahahahahaha!" he says, laughing for a moment. "Well, I guess YOUR accomidations are taken care of, Murasame. You have your assignment, go." he says, inwardly frowning...a vantage point, was it? Wasn't it...no, one member of the family did not taint the rest of them...but a dark cloud passed his features for a brief moment. "The rest of you, you have an assignment! We will meet back here in a week! We also need a way to communicate, in case something bad happens!"

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Seloria's hand gets nabbed by Nik, even as he attempts to get a three-person party going. Kyra is smart enough to flee to Cid, even as Seloria starts seeking out, say, Kamon, to hide behind. "Can I change lab partners, Professor Mister Greene?" To Souji, "You never felt the sand beneath your feet, the wind in your hair. You've never had the freedom to be yourself, Murasame, so I forgive you for considering my freedom of self and excitement as 'childish'." Her voice is droll, not sharp, just sort of... ironic. She then frowns at Nik for a few seconds. She then blinks. To communicate?

:'''[[Jidro Gerrison]] has posed:''' Immediately, the young wizard extends his hand out, procuring the assigned homewok out for the teacher. He is pretty much dead. Leviathan, why? Why did it have to be running? Also, why Annia, of all people? Jidro looks up towards the woman, giving a very her a faint smile. "...It is good to see you too, Ms. Leradine." As for Kyra, who shows worry for his condition, offers her a faint smile, "Yes. I am fine, Ms. Hyral. It is good to see you again." He adds, "Many of you all. It seems that--..." The burly man looks finished doing his good deed for the day, and then he hands the frail looking mage over towards Annia. Why? Well, the man figured that since the two seem to know each other REALLY well, she can handle things. Words cannot describe the fear that overtakes Cid. However, what calms him is hearing the status of his father. "He is? That's splendid!" He looks relieved. However, not completely. His younger siblings, mother, and two maids. They were important people to him as well. He furrows his eyebrows. Suddenly, more of the black mages are behind Souji. The young heir of the Gerrison family squints. Then, the eyes drift to feel the essence of the magical prowess. "...Eh?!" As the light strikes the hevens, the clouds reveal a massive place of steel. His jaw gapes, staring up and above. "Fascinating construction.... how long did this project take?" 

:'''[[Mister Greene]] has posed:''' "No." The Professor says, immediately to Seloria. He is a mean little tyrant.

:'''[[Jidro Gerrison]] has posed:''' There is also a grumble, "...Nik, you do need to stop forgetting your homework at our study session.." And with that, Cid procures Nik's homework for Mr. Greene. 

:'''[[Annia Leradine]] has posed:''' Annia Leradine lifts a nose on Souji's little display of self-importance. Ironic, since she never thought of herself as any lower than him either. Maybe its jealousy, maybe she really doesn't care. Maybe she's just waiting on the right occasion to one-up Souji. Anyway, she turns toward the professor "Professor Mister Greene, if I may, while we could find a suitable building for the school, that of course would only be temporary. My father is a known architect, I would like to seek assistance by use of his fame into procuring a terrain and having a building built." Of course, she forgot for a moment, in her own self-importance, that her father's name would mean nothing around here, baring a small miracle. Either way, there's going to be something that needs to be done soon.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Kyra's hand squeeze Jidro's for a few seconds. It's a little TOO hard a squeeze no less, which would no doubt make the fragile black mage feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, for his sake, he admits that he's 'fine' and she lets his hands go. "Good." she breathes a sigh of relief. "I am happy that this is the case. Please stay safe, Cid." Once released, she turns to PROFESSOR Mister Green and frowns, considering his new assignments. Not exactly in the subjects she knew and loved, no, but- "Yes, Professor. You /know/ I won't let /you/ down." Souji quickly grabs her attention, as he is wont to do in her race for academic superiority. By the looks of it, several of his black mage 'servants' have made the crossover with him. More than enough to... Kyra sighs. She's seen the Ame-no-Torifune before, though it wasn't she who had the honor of boarding it years ago. "Then, I suppose, you're only referring to yourself and your cronies as those worthy of residing aboard your airship." She snorts, turning away.

:'''[[Annia Leradine]] has posed:''' Meanwhile, Jidro is dumped next to her. Sure, she knows him. Doesn't mean she likes it. She looks at Jidro, who becomes fascinated with Souji's display "You can always go bunk with him if you're that fascinated."

:'''[[Mister Greene]] has posed:''' MISTER GREENE POSE INTERUPT! "Well, Lass, that would be great! But you have forgotten TWO important things." "First, only we know of your father. The rest of this new world, will not...nor will they care. They will have their OWN nobles and OWN important people. Including Heros and guardians. Second, where IS your father?" He frowns, "I hate to be the one to say this...but it is very possible we are the only survivors. Until we can figure out what is going on, this is fact." he...sounds sympathetic to her, and pats her on the shoulder, "I'm sorry." he says, and...he sounds like he really means it. "So you have a different assignment. You will find out and catalog all of the important people and society and stuff of this new land. All of it."

:'''[[Niklas Dragonius]] has posed:''' Yessssssssss double victory, everything's coming up Niklas! Homework AND girl on the team, possibly two! Okay, so maybe he didn't have a badass magic space airship made out of wizard powers, but he had other important things that Souji definitely didn't. Like /being a nice person/. That was definitely something Souji didn't have. Also, a sweet guitar. /Also/, a ridiculously ripped body! At least, Nik was pretty sure Souji didn't have a ridiculously ripped body or a sweet guitar. Souji might be able to BUY a sweet guitar (or magic up a sweet guitar), but he wouldn't be able to play it as well as Nik could. Plus, he couldn't write stirring, awesome songs that came from the heart! You needed a heart first to do that. ...Nik really isn't the sort of person to waste time worrying about the downsides of things, not when he could be enjoying the upsides. Two cute girls on his team, /and/ his homework was there, /and/ Cid was okay and not dying of asthma or whatever! That was what was important, not the...the other junk. "Oh, uh, actually, Cid and I tried some stuff earlier. He did some magic at an Imp and it worked great, and...Shelly," one of these days he'll get it right, "did some summoning magic!" He points up. "Also there's that airship right there that he just summoned. I think our stuff's probably working okay."

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason hears a voice, one she'd not think she'd hear again. She was almost happy to hear someone she knew then she realised whom it was, oh you had to be kidding of all the people to surive it would be Souji Murasame. She doesn't seem to happy but it could be worse better someone she knows and if he surived the4re could be others right? She calls out as she heads Professor Greene. "Wait?! Souji!? Professor Mister Greene?! Hey it's Myla Mason!" She dashes over just cathing up with the group and hot on her heels is her mechanical dog, who sauntes over to Jidro and barks a few times at him he seems happy to see the black mage for some reason. She was another Student in Behemoth thought s Souji might know she was her family was not from a major hourse or anything but commoners who hit it big. "....Cid?! Nik? Kyra?! Jidro!" Okay thigns were starting to look up a great deal there were more people she knew.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' "SELORIA." Seloria practically yells into Nik's ear. Not angrily, just more of the 'repeat herself enough and loudly enough and it'll stick."

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason hears a voice, one she'd not think she'd hear again. She was almost happy to hear someone she knew then she realised whom it was, oh you had to be kidding of all the people to surive it would be Souji Murasame. She doesn't seem to happy but it could be worse better someone she knows and if he surived the4re could be others right? She calls out as she heads Professor Greene. "Wait?! Souji!? Professor Mister Greene?! Hey it's Myla Mason!" She dashes over just cathing up with the group and hot on her heels is her mechanical dog, who sauntes over to Jidro and barks a few times at him he seems happy to see the black mage for some reason. She was another Student in Behemoth thought s Souji might know she was her family was not from a major hourse or anything but commoners who hit it big. "....Cid?! Nik? Kyra?! " Okay thigns were starting to look up a great deal there were more people she knew.

:'''[[Niklas Dragonius]] has posed:''' "Jeez, sorry!" Nik rubs his ear. "Se-lo-ri-a." Nik repeats to himself, looking down at her. "Se-lo-ri-a. Se-lo-ri-a. Se-lo-ri-a." It may take her a minute to realize he's not staring at her face.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Seloria sighs, and rummages in her purse briefly, withdrawing a small sign on cardboard. It reads: 'my eyes are up here' with an arrow pointing upwards, to Seloria's sweetly smiling face.

:'''[[Souji Murasame]] has posed:''' "I do not require your forgiveness or pity. Save it for those who actually need it, such as Dragonius or Lionward." Souji says, simply. He turns to Jidro. "It is our family's craft. Even should the worlds shatter, the Ame-no-Torfune will carry us onward... Gerrison. When you are done familiarizing yourself with the area, feel free to signal to the ship for pickup. Your father will be happy to see you." He pauses. "Also, we will need you for a turn in the maintenance system." Oh. Souji shakes his head at Leradine, but doesn't call her on her mistake. It'll be more appropriate to let that one just blow up in her own face... And then Mister Greene handles it for him. Good enough. "If you want to find an appropriate place, you're going to need to look for one, purchase one, or seize one. Good luck with any of those." Souji doesn't need any of those things. He has money. And power. And a goddamn airship. Also, the ability to actually get things done. Souji flicks his eyes towards Myla. The perceptive might see his glasses highlight as Myra's picture appears with other information. With a slight frown, he dismisses the information and doesn't even respond to her. There is a glance from Souji as Kyra comments on the arrangements of the ship. "You can come with us if you like." Souji says. "You will be comfortable and we will ensure your safety. Also, the tea is prepared properly." This is important, damn it!

:'''[[Jidro Gerrison]] has posed:''' *SQUEEZE* Cid feels pretty uncomfortable. Inwardly, he is afraid of what is likely to come next. In fact... In his mind, he is imagining Kyra with the slasher smile and a syringe, liquid squirting ominously as her eyes light up. Whimper. However, when she relents after she is relieved, Cid is rubbing his forehead. The (former) student council president onsiders the ordeal that everyone is in as well as the rise of Souji's fortress. Those thoughts end when a familiar voice comes up and the mecanical dog saunters up towards him. Blink. "Ah, Swimmer!" The magician kneels down to pet the dog, "Good to see you, I see that you're well and alive..." And then his eyes lift up to see Myla. His expression, now regaining composure, is able to address her. "Good afternoon, Ms Mason. It is good to see that you made it." The smile is given towards her. Then, Gerrison speaks to him. The eyes all shut. In the end, Cid is well aware of his responsibilities. In the end, his family has a responsibility to the Murasame line. When he lifts his head up, Cid's expression becomes more business-like. "Understood, Mr. Murasame. I will be there soon."

:'''[[Annia Leradine]] has posed:''' Annia Leradine considers that. Well, even if her parents were dead, it wouldn't change much to the situation. Sure, she'd be a little sad, but she didn't see them much to start with either. She nods though "... I hadn't thought about that... I am sorry." Well, this is certainly a bit more shaking than just sitting on the side of a fountain, or meeting up with her 'bethroathed' in this place. She looks back up "Alright Professor, I shall conduct a bit of investigation to get the information." She has heard there are maps of this world around. Right now though, she's thinking of finding a room for the night. There's an inn nearby, so she's not stuck outside at least. She turns to Jidro, and asks of her sweetest voice "Oh Jidro~ I have ALL of these HEAVY luggage to carry, would you PLEASE help me with them?" The way she accentuates certain words, surely means nothing good there. Even the eyelash batting, and the more dangerous, slight 'grin' on her lips that only can see from that angle. But he got invited on the airship too, even though he doesn't have to go. She wasn't invited, and she probably wouldn't go anyway. She rather not owe anything to that uppitty classmate. She turns toward her luggage and the inn.

:'''[[Niklas Dragonius]] has posed:''' Nik looks up a her face. "I know! They're pretty. Your eyes, I mean! I just don't remember girls by their faces." That brings up all kinds of problems, Nik. But that's okay; he just resumes his cheerful grin and turns back around, only to frown at Souji. "Hey, man, I don't need your pity; I'm right where I wanna be right now! This is great!" Nik throws his arms wide and twirls a bit, staring up at the sky. "Look at that awesome blue sky! That great green grass! Those mountains, those /trees/! In the *wild*! Can you believe this? And look at all the cute girls - not just Se-lo-ri-a and Kyra and Ann and Myla-" He only remembered because she said her name out loud seconds ago, "-but all these local girls in the crazy dresses! And the crazy clothes, and the crazy stones, and the fountain....I mean, this place is /wild/! This is the most awesome thing ever! Not thirty minutes ago I was pretty sure I was going to have to marry some chick I've never met and turn into an insufferable hardass like Murasame, and then /this/ happens, and now..." Nik laughs. It's a delighted laugh, the laugh of a man who has seen his whole future change form for the absolutely better. "Now I'm probably never even gonna meet the chick my parents picked out for my status or whatever! Nobody here cares what my last name is, man! Nobody here cares who my parents are, or about the Divine Fist, or any of that stuff! I've got a guitar, I've got my clothes, and...and damn, man, I've got a whole world to explore! A whole new /world/ of hot girls to meet, a whole new world to write about and sing about!" His grin just widens a little. The people who had been there for more than a month probably knew that gri; that was Nik's famous enthusiasm, the enthusiasm that generally meant he was gonna do something that swept up a whole bunch of people in something really really crazy. He drapes one arm over Seloria, and gestures at Kyra. "C'mon, partners! We're on an *adventure* now, huh? Let's go see what this crazy world has to offer, and let those guys hang out on their ship drinking tea and talking about how awesome stuff nobody cares about is."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Cosmo knows that Kyra does enjoy a properly prepared cup of tea. Poor Seloria. She runs into the same problem she has had with Nik many, many times before. Save for the forgetting-her-name part, she'd learned to deal with the leering and flirting and touching. All she can really offer on behalf of the Black Belt's behavior right now is a tired sigh, "You learn to ignore it after a while." Then Nik manages to surprise her moments later by actually remembering her name. She might just up and die from shock! Her icy facade returns for a few moments when Souji speaks up. She turns to him, gazing at him evenly for a long moment before slowly folding her arms. "I must admit, I am surprised that the likes of you is giving me this offer. But..." her eyes narrow, "...if our world is really gone and...we're all that we have..." There is a long, tense moment of silence. Is she actually going to acquiesce to staying with her academic rival and grand jerk Souji Murasame? "...I still think it would be a bad idea to be in your company." Kyra finally says.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Seloria puts the sign away. "So I've learned in the past two months that I've been at the academy." Seloria says in a quietly smooth voice, closing the clasp on her purse, which was the only thing that made it to their new world with her. "Thank you, Kyra. It will be a pleasure having you in our company." Then, she tilts her head up, rising onto her tiptoes to whisper into Niks' ear.

:'''[[Souji Murasame]] has posed:''' There is a faint change in Souji's expression. A hardening. Another degree of coldness at the rejection. "I see. That is of course your decision." He gives a slight bow to Kyra. "My regards." He straightens, and turns away, managing to not roll his eyes at Dragonius finding ANOTHER REASON to slack off and chase women. air builds around him, gusts rising and tugging at his clothing, before he simply jumps upwards.... And he keeps going, rising high into the sky as he heads towards the airship through simply telling the wind to carry him there.

:'''[[Jidro Gerrison]] has posed:''' Wince. Annia's voice. It is that deceptively sweet voice of hers that calls out towads him. And she is getting him to do it as her whipping slave. Heavy bags. All of the heavy bags. She wants HIM, the physicallly inept mage, to carry them. His eyes drift over to see that dangerous grin on her face. "Yy---yes, Ms. Leradine. I don't mind it at all." . o O ( Oh Leviathan, aid me. Just... anything. Why her. Just.. why?! ) However, seeing Nik's optimism at play brings a smile. There is that growth of jealousy in his eyes. Niklas is free, not having to care about his last name and he is in an environment that no one has to. The young man has great freedom. He does not have any needs or anything holding him back. Niklas is a man who can move forward. Jidro, however, is a young man trapped within his realm of expectations. Deep down, part of him wants to join Niklas on this great adventure. He is actually /afraid/ of the monsters that lurk, but he does want to continue to walk with his friend. He considers, "...Mr. Murasame. Perhaps they could use an eye to assist in surveying the world in further detail for you?" He considers, "While the airship gives us a bird's eyes view, we don't know too much---" And it looks like that Souji is already going up. %t SIGH! ...Time to carry Annia's bags. He physically wilts and slumps over.

:'''[[Annia Leradine]] has posed:''' Fortunatly for Jidro, she was exagerating about the bags. She had to carry them herself up to here, since her maid disapeared, so they aren't THAT heavy, but clearly she found an occasion to nto have to carry all of them either. Think of it as gaining points with Annia, even if it won't amount to much, and still in the negative, that doesn't matter. Also, the inn isn't that far. She picks up some of her bags, as well, leaving the luggage (which is on wheel) for Jidro to handle. Maybe she's not that terrible. "Maybe I should get a room on the last floor, for better view." And no elevators in this world probably. Then again, maybe she is a little evil.

:'''[[Souji Murasame]] has posed:''' Jidro has an out, any time he wants. An out that takes him, of course, to meet with his father and spend several hours helping maintain the ritual that keeps the Ame-no-Torifune on this plane of existence.

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason doesm't expect a reply but she gives Souji a look for a moment longer before she carries on. There are other people to talk to. She's in a good mood though she's not alone at all. Swimmer is a happy robo dog as he gets attention. The mecha dog now seems pleased at the attention and itas down. "I got lucky I guess. Any idea what those things were?" She smiles back honesly her spirits rising by the moment. Being not alone is an amazing thing to her and she seems to be moving on her way trying to just be social. she looks over at Nik and falls in she'll let whoever goes with this group. "Come on ... and your right we might as well make the best of it I got some money on my still." Swimmers storage bins were useful for that she never used a backpack because of them. "So an adventure huh? I'm totally in!"

:'''[[Niklas Dragonius]] has posed:''' Nik remembers Kyra's name because she said it not like five minutes ago, don't give him THAT much credit. Nik's grin widens as Souji leaves. Yes, now LITERALLY EVERYTHING IS COMING UP NIKLAS. EVERYTHING. He gets to hang out with two cute girls (one of whom has delivered a very interesting surprise to him) and explore the most awesome thing ever, and be COMPLETELY FREE of all the bullcrap responsibilities he didn't care about to begin with. Cid's situation does have him scratching the back of his neck for a moment awkwardly, though. One of his buddies was in trouble. That generally meant it was time for Nik to spring into action, because that was what he did best - spring into action. Nik releases Seloria (a little unwillingly, she's cute) and moves over to Cid, grabbing the smaller man around the shoulders and shaking him roundly, a huge grin spreading across his face. "You could totally just magic those bags, y'know. I mean, you can do float spells, right? Those are a thing, aren't they? Probably make the bags way easier to lift. Or...I mean, I can help you, if you wanna." For all his promiscuity, for all his dense, bull-headedness, Nik was not stupid. Nik was, in fact, incredibly cunning; he was incredibly good at finding ways to avoid work, and he was incredibly good at finding ways to avoid fights, and he was incredibly good at knowing when his friends needed him. This was one of those times. He could see it in his buddy's face. His kindness got him in a lot of trouble, but Nik would get in trouble every single time if it meant keeping his friends out of it. It was his best trait, and the reason people stayed near him, and the reason girls didn't just slap him or treat him like a jackass - because for all his so-called faults (faults he embraced whole-heartedly), he was *kind*. "If you wanna come hang out with us, me and Kyra were muttering to each other about maybe playing a set for the inn and seeing if we can get a room for a gig. You could probably do some pretty cool stuff with your magic for our show, y'know, once you get your girlfriend all squared away? Think about it, huh?" Then Nik smacks him on the back (LIGHTLY) and heads back over to Kyra and Seloria. "OK! So, hey! Se-lo-ri-a. Do you play any instruments or anything?"

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "...that is correct." she says cooly, seeming oddly un-Kyra-like for a few seconds. Very controlled, very...polite. "Please take care, Murasame." For a few moments, she wonders whether or not this was the best course of action. He could have kept her safe, he said. While there was no doubt this was the case, what would be demanded of /her/ in return? Jidro, of course, would work. And her? For a brief moment, she thinks of Tira. Her own gaze hardens. Reaching down, she pulls up her large messenger bag to her. "We need to find a place to stay. Hopefully a place where we can recharge." Shame that Souji was good at lightning magic too whereas Kyra knew none. And there was no way she'd let Nik God-fist punch her laptops battery into a recharged state.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Seloria watches Souji. "Don't forget that the winds you count on I can call upon the goddess that makes them herself." Seloria murmurs, utterly sweetly. Oh, yeah. She doesn't like him, and her favorite summon is -Sylph-. This is going to be hilarious. She then looks at Kyra and Nik, nodding. "I think that's a inn-type place. We can probably get rooms there; it'll be cheaper if we try to share, or if you and I share at the least, Kyra." She then adds on, "I sing and dance. That's about it."

:'''[[Niklas Dragonius]] has posed:''' "I am completely down to share the room with both of you and I swear that I will absolutely not do anything untoward without your permission," Nik adds hurriedly.

:'''[[Jidro Gerrison]] has posed:''' Understanding his task, Jidro knows that he will be required to help maintain the ritual that keeps the Ame-no-Torifune in existence. There is a great understanding that the Murasame heir is difficult to deal with, but it's one of those things that has to be pushed through. Nik, as always, comes to his rescue. When his friend comes to grab the man by the shoulders, Cid is shuddering from the shake. "Gah!" He sweatdrops, then he laughs a bit, "...I suppose I could use one of my cantrips." For some reason, he can see that Annia would likely give him a thrashing later if he used his magic to cheat. And of course, Nik's offering to join them puts a smile on his face. "...I'd love t---OFGH!" That light smack on the back catches him off-guard, but he quickly recover and composes himself. And then, there is a bit of a twitch. Girlfriend?! His mouth gapes slightly. However, he offers to Kyra, "Well, Kyra, if you need to have your battery recharged, I can handle that." He is a mage, after all. Not only that, Cid knows /CONTROL/. 

:'''[[Annia Leradine]] has posed:''' Annia Leradine was a few steps ahead of Jidro when he got stopped by Nik. She stops, and turns around, moving over to the two guys "... I am not his girlfriend." She says on a oh-so-unpleasnt tone of voice there. "Our parents arranged a marriage in the near future, and sent me to the same school as him because of that, and that's why I'm here." And with that, with gives a stomp on Jidro's foot "Luggage." She says pointedly. Its like she's treating him like a butler or a slave, but really its because there's noone else to ask for around here. She wouldn't admit it, but he ends up being the only one she would trust around here. And that's not a good scale to work from it seems. Once her luggage is moved up, she doesn't want him to hang around anyway. He might look into her things after all! Such a poor opinion of people she doesn't know.

:'''[[Niklas Dragonius]] has posed:''' Oh hell no. Annia steps on Jidro's foot, and Nik's face immediately changes. The happy, cheerful, cool grin evaporates in an instant, and the look on his face is absolutely terrifying given the happy-go-lucky look he had a minute ago. His eyes are narrowed, his lips set in a thin line, his brow furrowed close into a very sharp-looking V-shape. He straightens, his entire stance shifting in an instant as his hands slide into his pockets. It's aggressively casual, but there's definitely something /aggressive/ about it, and Nik moves next to Jidro, holding out his hand between Annia and Cid. "If you push my buddy around again, we're gonna have some trouble." What luck! The girls get to see BOTH of Nik's redeeming features in the span of ten minutes flat - his kindness, /and/ his willingness to stand up for his friends when they're in trouble! "If he wants to carry your bags, he can. But I don't care who you are - I don't care if you're his fiance, Siren, Raiden, King Odin, or freaking Chaos himself - /nobody/ pushes my buddy around when I'm right here." And then that stormy look is gone, and he holds up a finger and grins. "So that's your warning, okay? Don't make me mad, yeah? You've got a pretty sweet body and I don't really like fighting girls anyway. I never know where it's okay to hit, it's all awkward and stuff." He throws his hands open and spins back to the girls he is actually okay with, wandering back over to them. "Hey, sorry you guys had to see that. Thanks Cid; I knew we could count on you!"

:'''[[Myla Mason]] has posed:''' Myla Mason is pretty excited really an adventure that has got her mind of what has happened. "Maybe but we shouldn't waste our strangth we have no idea what this world like right." She can ive with such a dist5raction she's going to follow Nik at this point, she's got no reason not to at this point. "huymm I could likely help any magitek support you need, so i'm in Nik." She pauses as Nik just seems to change for a moment, and makes some mental notes about her classmate. "So what are we standing about here for?"

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "...if you actually keep that promise, sure, I'll share a room with you." Kyra says rather bluntly, unbothered by Nik's womanizing ways. He would be womanizing at /her/ at his own risk, after all. "I promise, in turn, not to experiment on you while you sleep~" She purposefully does not elaborate, letting Nik's own mind extrapolate whatever dirtiness or pain he might from her statements. "Oh? You think you can do that? That would be fantastic. I don't feel any storms around here for /miles/." She digs in her bag and pulls out a small antenna that has a thin cable attached to the end, which ends in a male USB plug. "Good thing I always keep this on me! Just hit this with one of your spells and you'll recharge my batteries in no time." Already her mood is starting to brighten up! She puts her small lightning rod away just as a small..confrontation begins between the new girl and Nik. "He means it." Kyra chimes in, then claps her hands together, "But if either of you get hurt, I will certainly take the opportunity to practice."

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' "If you keep it, I don't mind, Nik, but if you don't, I'll help Kyra." Seloria warns him, letting his brain further extrapolate whatever he wants from her statements. She then looks sad. "I miss the sea." She mutters; the Levitani rubbing her temple.

:'''[[Jidro Gerrison]] has posed:''' Wince. Annia finally reveals the relationship that he has with her. She is his fiancee, thanks to both parents. Why did they do this again? The young wizard is mentally lamenting his fate, resigning to the fact that Leviathan is laughing at his suffering. Leviathan is just curled up within the heavens(or deep sea form of heavens), laughing and laughing. And the stomp on the foot comes. !!! "Gaaaahhhh!" He whimpers and he quickly grabs the luggage. As always, the push-over of a wizard cowers before Annia. But then, Nik moves next to him and quickly steps in between herself and him. His eyes widen, looking at his friend, who is defending his case. Inwardly, Cid is smiling. He knows that Nik is a true friend. If there is one blessing that Leviathan has provided him, was a true friend like Niklas. However, he is feeling awkward and he will have to act to dissuade the situation, "...It's alright. ...Once I take the bags up, we should be ready to get ready for our adventure." Then, he turns to add towards Kyra, "It'll take quite a bit, as I need to tune my magic to give a lowered output of electricity. We don't want to overload your laptop." And the moment Kyra makes a comment about practicing, his expression pales. "...It... it would be best if this remains peaceful." He remembers the last time he accepted Kyra's assistance. It involves lots of girlish screams and sobbing. 

:'''[[Annia Leradine]] has posed:''' Honestly she has no advice to receive from an underclass like Nik. No, she doesn't really know him, or his family, but honestly she doesn't care, and if he's in the same class as she is, that still puts him lower than her. No wonder she has no friends, really. "He hasn't complained and said no, has he? And I didn't hurt him." Yeah, her logic is simple, but that's how she is. Maybe one day someone will make her see the light, right now she's just a self served b****. Just be glad she hasn't found reasons to turn it toward the other people here yet. She moves to the inn with Jidro in tow "This is hardly peaceful, its chaotic, we don't know where we are or where we're going yet." Couldn't it have been just a normal transfer student day, not a whole TRANSFER SCHOOL in a new world without school to transfer into? She would lament, but that's unlike her, despite her uppity manners. She gets herself a room, and then she releases Jidro without a thanks. She might be here for a few days, but she still has to handle the assignment she was given too.

:'''[[Niklas Dragonius]] has posed:''' Nik almost tells her that if Cid comes to complain to him even once - even one time - that she'd be spitting insults out through a feeding tube. He almost does, and the girls he's standing with can see his hands tighten, and the muscles under the surface straining, pushing veins upwards along his hands. He's fighting himself hard right now for Cid's sake. Cid wants it to be peaceful, and if he lashed out, it'd just get taken out on Cid. So he shakes his head and smiles. "Yeah, I guess he hasn't. Don't make him, okay? He deserves way better than that. He's a great guy." Nik's hands slide into his pockets to hide the bulge of his veins, the straining of knuckles against skin. "Hey, that's great. So we're gonna have Myla's help, too. That's great, we'll be able to put on a great show, huh? Great." He sure is repeating 'great' a bunch. Then he grins, and releases the anger with a breath, and it's gone. He laughs. "Hey, c'mon! If there's anything I am, it's totally honest. If I say I'm gonna do something, I'm gonna do something, and I said I wasn't gonna, so I won't! You know you can trust me! No matter how tempting it might be," he adds, "Because you are both /really/ hot."

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Seloria sighs, rubbing her temple gently as she steps up behind Nik and surprise-hugs him as he gets really mad. She then rests her head on his shoulder, breifly. "Be calm,." She murmurs, mostly for his ears, before stepping away, her green eyes glittering. "Now come on, let's go get a room, or start walking. Or should we wait for Cid?"

:'''[[Jidro Gerrison]] has posed:''' Life continues on as normal. Jidro's life is a pain. Annia is a pain of a fiancee. ...Why. Nevertheless, his life is spare when he releases him. Of course, it is without a thanks. Typical. As Cid is released, he finally moves to join with the others. Alas, Ms. Cloud, he will never be able to confess to you now. SIGH!

:'''[[Annia Leradine]] has posed:''' Annia Leradine meanwhile stays in her room for some quiet time. She never thought she'd see Jidro here of all people. Well she was supposed to join him in the academy, but still. This is definitely a different situation altogether. Basically, feeling that he's the only one around she can count on for now.

:'''[[Souji Murasame]] has posed:''' High above Cornelia, upon the bridge of the Ame-no-Torifune, Souji sips from a delicate teacup. He looks down upon the people of the city who look out at the spectacle of the ship. He looks down upon the castle nearby, with its guards at the ready should the unusual appearance prove to be harmful. It certainly doesn't LOOK like the Friendship Boat. He looks up into the distance, across the rolling hills and the waterways in the distance. He considers it, while he glances over to the robed man next to him. "I will speak with them. Send the agents out to make the necessary arrangements. There is no more time to waste here." The robed man smiles thinly, nodding and withdrawing. As he does so, the Ame-no-Torifune begins to smoothly roll forward, riding the cresting stormclouds like waves, the clouds dissipating in its wake as it rapidly begins to move into the distance.

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|firstname=Seloria
|lastname=Delacreaux
|age=17
|image=Seloria1.jpg
|caption=Seloria showing off her jacket she made.
|species=Hume - Levitani
|sex=Female
|height=5'4
|weight=116 lbs
|series=Final Fantasy I
|styles=Sylvan Siren
|hometown=Galianda
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Alexander Academy
|occupation=Student
|quote="I don't think that was my fault."
|footer=Recently arrived in ... well, the World of Ruin.
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Seloria Delacreaux is the last remaining member of the Delacreaux family, whose soul and heart sings to the sea, to adventures, to exploring, and the very way of the Divines, the Second Gods of her world. Her family is unique, and Seloria is no different, able to call upon the power of the Second Gods to aid her when she needs them the most, and even more rare, able to maintain their very presence in the world for time, instead of only for a few minutes. Given her heritage from Levitani, she is sensitive to tidal changes, and loves being around the sea. She comes off as eccentric and strange, but she has a good heart and loves being around her friends, considering them her family.

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:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' A few days later... There has been a day-long vacation request put in. Jihl Nabaat, is simply, 'going off planet, for some personal research'. This is both duly terrible and terrifying, and Yaag Rosch probably had a temporary heart attack when he sawn Jihl walking out of Palumpolum in a black dress with orange trimmings, black hose, and her normal heels... and her saber attached to her hip. (It's permanently attached, one PSICOM soldier jokes where he thinks he can't hear her. The next day, the soldier is assigned to permanent sanitation duty.) "I'm out." She drawls, before disappearing into portals... Eventually, she's wandering the French countryside. She's ditched the heels, holding them in her non-primary hand, idly meandering towards, well, something... somewhere. Someone?

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' The French countryside is a lovely place for a walk. It's big, it's open, it's lacking in all those modern concepts like /cameras/ and /cars/ and /surveillance/ and /people/; just stretches of open space, rolling hills, beautiful sky, warm weather, and a village and a forest. The old kingdom is really the sort of place for people who get away from it all. Makes it perfect for a thief. It's not that Maximilien Amadeus Renaud-Sylvianne lives here; he doesn't really /live/ anywhere. That sort of permanence, attachment, setting down roots, is the sort of thing that leads to captivity, to imprisonment. It's the kind of thing Max got over some time ago; he has no home, not anymore, and he doesn't really want one. A home is a thing for other people; it would just get in his way. But if he DID have a home, it would be the French countryside. He hates the French countryside. It reminds him of home, in all the worst ways - subtly not-quite-right, in little ways instead of big sweeping ones. It was so much easier to deal with and accept a world that had dragons and demons and fanciful nightmares; a world that was so close to your own, but just so wrong, with a map that looked a great deal like yours with all the names different...that, the mind just couldn't help but reject. But still, it's the closest thing he has to a home, and so it's no surprise that he's heading back towards his own little cabin (one of them) in the woods (one of them), a loaf of bread tucked under one arm, a basket of food in the other. There was nothing quite like small vllage food; he'd even paid for all of it legitimately, stopping off to give the sick little girl half his loaf of bread before resuming on his way. What is a surprise is Jihl's presence here. Max just blunders into her, lost in his own mind - he bumps into her directly, managing to stay up only through his own grace and dexterity. His free hand immediately snaps out to grab her and stabilize her before she falls, reflexive, without thinking; when he sees who it is, his lips spread into a grin. "Ah, bonjour, ma chere; comment allez-vous? I confess that my day is now lovelier having seen your face~...but what are you doing so far out of your home? You do not strike me as the wandering type."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl is quite capable of walking around stretches of open space and hills, and she's perfectly built for the weather as well, in her light dress and light tights. She may have idly aimed herself for Max, and of course... They promptly run into each other. He reaches out to grab her via her shoulder, and she stares back at him for a moment, before a slow smile curls across her lips. (It doesn't quite reach her eyes.) "Good day, Max." She says. "Just the man I was ... hoping to run into." "I do like wandering, though."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Oh? Were you hoping to run into me, ma chere?" Max's hand goes from her shoulder to her arm; even with the bread under one arm and the basket in the other, he's perfectly capable of spinning her against him as he did when they first met. He tosses the bread up into the air, sliding his now-free arm around her waist; a little rather impressive flexibility applied a moment later, and the basket comes up over his head, snags the bread, and goes back to its place on his arm as he does so. "I am flattered to hear that, of course; I do not often get lady callers out here. So few people even want to see me, I think...it is so depressing, is it not?" "So to what do I owe the inestimable pleasure of your radiant beauty?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Max promptly spins her around and against him, and Jihl promptly throws her head back against his shoulder to watch the bread fly into the air, the green in her eyes sparkling as she tracks the bread falling down into the basket, and then the basket sliding back into place on his arms. "Well. I'm /slightly/ impressed." She drawls. She pulls her head back straight, shaking it so that her mussy hair falls back into place. "You came into Palumpolum, my French thief. I figured it was time a Eden warrior came into your world."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "This is not my world, ma chere," Max replies cheerfully. No. No it certainly was not. "But I am pleased to see you nonetheless. Did you simply miss my touch, then, or is there some higher purpose to which I might attribute this visit?" He tightens his arm around her waist; his fingers brush against her side, checking her for weapons even as he works his affectionate magic. Mustn't be too careless, after all; taking needless risks is how people get killed. "Perhaps you are looking for more than simply some face-to-face with a handsome thief, mmm? Perhaps you are looking for something more..." "Tantalizing...?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "Perhaps not. But yet, with it's rolling hills and beautiful forests, it has a sort of charm to it that... reminds me of you, nonetheless." Jihl says this just as cheerfully back, even as she tilts her head as his hand runs down her side. "One thigh sheath containing my gun, upper thigh knife holster, sharpened stiletto heels, and my MateriaDrive attached to a holster on my back to my bra." Jihl just rattles it off cheerfully. "Oh, and one iron-cored wooden baton, with some ... extras." That done, she tries to slip out of his grip, whirling around to face him. "Oh, no. I couldn't."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Hm. A strange look passes over Max's face as she says that bit about the are reminding her of him; it's there so fast and gone again that she might think she just dreamed it, if she even saw it at all from her place against his chest. Still, as his hand confirms her list, it returns to its place against her stomach; as she tries to spin out, he goes with her, pressing against her so as to look down at her, hand wrapped now around her waist. "Funny. Your world does not remind me of you; it is cold, hard, organized and angular...and you are...certainly not cold, hard, or angular, that much is for certain." "Could not what, ma chere?" Max inquires, his voice dropping into little more than a whisper, like he was asking to share in some clandestine secret, some hidden knowledge for just the two of them to know, out in the middle of the French countryside. "Could not what?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl, facing away from Max, misses the look that crosses his face, which is ... probably, oddly, best for both of them. His hand does find that the MDrive on her back is something gauntlet-shaped, with a circular bit on the end. Except for the hard disk, it is mostly soft and pliant, like it's made of leather and then some electronics of some odd sort. She looks up into his face, still dangling her heels in her left hand, her eyebrow arched in a almost odd way as she considers his question(s)... "I couldn't be so tantalized." She murmurs, her voice wickedly smooth and somewhat... coy as they stand there in the middle of the French countryside. Which is getting a second show in as many days, it seems. "It would be so ... wrong." The word 'wrong' is wrapped in an enigma and a mystery. Her smile quirks into a much larger one, finally reaching her eyes behind her glasses - mischevious.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max files that bit about the Manadrive away for later inquiry; he wasn't actually sure what a MANADRIVE was, but he could make a relatively educated guess and then confirm it later. His fingers crawl up her back slowly, masking his curious equipment search - he knew she knew, it was just sort of a reflex he'd picked up from other searches he'd done against less intelligent people. His hand settles against the small of her back, and he gives her a little tug as she replies. "I think you already are," he replies quietly. "I think you are already mine, in your heart, and your mind is simply letting itself get in the way of all sorts of wonderful things." "But let us talk business, first...tell me about mana drives, ma chere, that we might put business behind us and move staunchly into enjoying ourselves."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "They're called - Manadrives, but they're actually something known as AMP - a antimatter manipulation principle. It's a foundation for our technological capabilities, and why we can use magic - although it it snot natural magic like ... yours, I suppose." Jihl explains. "Manipulating the AMP allows us to do thing like survive immense jumps with no damage, use powers similar to magic, and the things like that." He tugs her, and she lets out a sharp breath at his words, rising to her tiptoes - he is much taller than her, and it is sort of funny in its' own way. "I think you're overestimating your charms, my phantom thief."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Mechanical magic. Fascinating. Max listens to her explanation, his eyes focused on her lips; she talks, and he listens, his own mouth moving in time with hers. If he was talking, he'd be repeating her words; as it is, it's just a clever trick of anticipation, people-reading, and being very, very interested in her lips. When she finishes, he breathes out a little 'I see'; the information was tucked away somewhere else, because right now it really wasn't important. He could steal one from Cocoon later and find out about them, take it apart, play with it, add it to his cane, who knows; right now he had far more immediate things on his mind. "I think you are lying to yourself," Max replies cheerily.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "I think we're lying to each other." Jihl then smiles, and notes; "The Manadrives are under my protection, dear thief; you're not getting one, unless one happens to fall out of my hands to someone else, who you then steal one from." The smile she wears quirks a little bit more, raising an eyebrow at him. Ball is in his court.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "I already put business beind me, ma chere," Max replies quietly, "I will figure out what I wish to do when I get to it. For now, my mind is on far more pleasant things..." Max murmurs something quietly, his fingers tapping against the small of her back. There's a quiet rush of magic, a light breeze rushing past them both, rustling his opera cape around his shoulders, and then all of a sudden he's lifting her with his one good arm, picking her up off the ground and firmly up to his height. "A little FLOAT spell does go such a long way," he observes. "I am, after all, not a strong man, but with a little creativity, I can even have you up in one arm." "The question is, what should I do with you now...?" Max purses his lips thoughtfully. "After all, I have Cocoon's shining jewel all to myself, right now..."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl is scooped - - and she does not appreciate this. She reaches out and slugs him in the shoulder, her green eyes sparkling in something close to anger, but also amusement. She figures he probably knows that if it was anyone else in the world, they'd likely be unconcious on the ground right now. Instead, she balances in his grip, and quips: "I can see the world from up here!" She then pauses, raising an eyebrow. "I don't know, but I'm not very comfortable being off of my feet." She drawls.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max, on the other hand, finds this absolutely hilarious, because Max is the kind of world-class jerk who thinks that picking up one of the most powerful people in a nation in one arm thanks to a little magic trick and disorientation is funny. He smirks at the punch - or rather, he resumes smirking, because that's really sort of his natural state of affairs. "I, on the other hand, am quite comfortable in this position, and could remain like this for several hours, so long as I remember to re-cast the spell every so often and do not run out of power." He chuckles and starts walking, the Lieutenant Colonel in one arm, the basket of groceries in the other. "Plus, I have groceries to take back to my little icebox, so..." He liked the icebox, really. Refrigerators were much more convenient, but...well, there was something special about that little box he stored his food in. He'd actually taken to putting an icebox in most of his hideouts; he knew how to cast magic, after all, he could just refresh it on his own time, instead of waiting for the ice man to come around. He actually had a house in town with an icebox, too, but he was rarely there, preferring his solitude to the noise of the village. "I suppose perhaps I will just be keeping you for the time being, non?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl stays perched on his arm - when not in her normal outfit, she's rather light and fit. She Steadies herself against him, one hand curling up on his jacket top, the other one slightly held out to keep herself balanced as she blinks ... "SO, I guess I'm getting kidnapped." Beat. "Oh no, I'm getting kidnapped, how terrible. Whatever shall I do." "... look, really, what /should/ I be doing?" Jihl asks, all dry wit and amusement.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Stolen," Max corrects cheerfully as they walk, "You are being stolen. You are, after all, a magnificent treasure; it is my job to steal you." He briefly considers just taking her all the way to his hideout...but no, actually, Max turns around mid-step, changing directions without a second thought. He didn't actually TRUST her, after all, no more than he TRUSTED Cirra; sure, he might like both women more than was entirely healthy for him (and who could blame him, given their similarities?), but he really didn't trust either of them further than he could throw them without FLOAT. "I could not say. I have honestly never been stolen before; a pair of exceptionally beautiful and extraordinary women have taken my love, but I have never personally been stolen physically before, so I do not have much advice to offer, I'm afraid."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "Stolen... but I'm a human being, so really, 'kidnapped', but..." Max turns around, and Jihl's eyebrow raises sharply. "Did you change your mind on our desired place of coexistance for the rest of today?" She inquires. "Still don't trust me, do you, hmm~?" Jihl then sighs. "Who is this other 'exceptionally beautiful and extraordinary woman', hmm?"

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Non, ma chere, I do not trust you, no more than I trust anyone else in this world. It does not pay to be a trusting thief, any more than it pays to be an honest one - but I do not have to trust to be honorable, oui? So yes, I did in fact change my mind, though I think my house in the village has a much nicer guest area anyhow. Much more presentable and lived-in looking, far less secret." That was, in fact, true; his cabin was a little one-room cabin in a horrible stretch of area that nothing ever came near, his house in the village was a pleasant, charming little abode with a warm fireplace and more than one room to appreciate. "And I think you would take better to being stolen if I put you in a house, and not a shack, mmm?" "As for ma autre chere, she is much like you; a stern, beautiful military woman, incredibly intelligent, incredibly dangerous, and all but married to her job." He found it funny, really, how much they were alike; he'd have to introduce them at some point, maybe if he ever got Cirra to come around and stop trying to murder him, or at least actually like him enough to not want to kill him. He was having a heck of a time choosing between the two, too; the unapproachable beauty was tremendously appealing, after all, but so was the woman who actually halfway reciprocated. "And, I imagine, you look as phenomenal in a dress as she does, and I would very much like to see it."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "Are you trusting of anyone, Max?" Jihl has to ask, as they start making their way back to the village that Jihl had found a few hours earlier. The woman lets herself rest in his grip, before she idly raises a shoulder, her green eyes sparkling in amusement. "You mean you don't want me to find one of your probably many hidey-holes scattered across worlds and universes..." She does not seem too particularly surprised by this, although the various Frenchisms that get tossed in as he talks take her a few minutes ot puzzle over before she finally - mostly - gets them. She looks down at him, raising one slim eyebrow. "So you found my twin sister from another world?"

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Oh, about two inches taller and with far whiter hair...and far, far angrier than you. But oui, the two of you are most similar in all the ways that fascinate me." Max chuckles, because really it was sort of funny - it was really funny, that he was only drawn in a romantic way to women it was astoundingly dangerous for him to court. Oh, certainly, he was a chatty and flirtatious man, but most of the time it never meant anything; just as he had told Avira, it was the sort of thing he did to appreciate the art of a woman more than some darker desire. Maximilien Amadeus Renaud-Sylvianne was many things, but he was not a predator, and he did not use women to his advantage; he was, after all, a gentleman first and foremost. Max doesn't actually answer the other two. "But we are talking far-far-far too much about me, ma chere; let us talk about you, mmm?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "Taller, white hair..." Jihl mentally takes notes, building a image of this other woman - of Cirra - in her mind for a few long moments as they continue walking. "Any other important details, perhaps, I might wish to know? Her name, perhaps?" then Max tries to switch the talk about to her. "But I like talking about you."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Too easy, ma chere; too easy to just tell you everything. Where is your sense of adventure, mmm?" Max murmurs as they enter the village. Max cheerfully waves at some of the folk, speaking to them in rapid-fire French as he heads for a rather modest house with her on his arm. He pretends to fumble with a set of keys, then opens the door; noticeably, he didn't actually put the keys IN the door, so he probably has some other means of unlocking. He opens the door to a pleasant little French brick shack; there's a couple chairs, a table - clearly a sitting room - and a stairwell up. Max sets her down, then closes the door behind him and heads to put the food in the icebox. He really did have such a fondness for iceboxes. "So. Welcome to my house, ma chere."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl does not appreciate the flow of French she doesn't understand, frowning slightly at Max as he greets the rest of the French villagers, even as she gives them an awkward smile and waves. Once they're in there, she wobbles unsteadily, then collapses into the nearest chair, delicately crosses her legs. "Ah, an ice box... such a primitive land, this place still is." Before she relaxes, she reaches behind her and pulls out her manadrive gauntlet, resting it on the table, finally leaning back in the chair.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "I rather like them. It is a simpler thing, but sometimes, the simple things are better than the conveniences of the modern world, mmm? People get so lazy with modern technology...no willingness to learn or improve, when you can make something to do it for you." Max shakes his head. The worlds were so /lazy/ sometimes. His eye roams over the Manadrive, but it's, again, a secondary desire; he's not going to pick her pocket when he already promised not to. Instead, Max picks up a drink from his icebox (refreshing the box itself with a blast of ice), grabs a pair of glasses, and heads over to the chair next to Jihl's. "But, again...enough about me. Tell me about yourself, mmm?" He pours the drink carefully, then picks it up and takes a sip. It is not wine. It is grape juice. Max doesn't ever drink, after all; it's bad for the brain.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl shrugs, tucking her legs underneath her on the chair, perfectly perched with a level of agility one normally doesn't expect from her. "Sometimes. But on the other hand, it is the simplier times that got our world into major trouble." Jihl picks up her glass, then sips it. Huh. Grape Juice. Jihl then peers at Max over the cup. "About me? But there is nothing to know. I entered the military academy, stll holding the top scores to this day, and I've risen through the ranks." She shrugs, elegantly.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max listens to a little radio chatter briefly; sounds like he's missing something /fascinating/. Oh well, he was with something fascinating too. He takes a sip from his glass curiously, keeping his eyes on hers. "Oh, is that all? Just...the military academy, the top scores, the top of the rank? Is that all your life is? In the service of another?" "Do you ever even allow yourself to do anything /for/ you?" Max murmurs over his glass. "You are so tightly-wound...you could really do with loosening up."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihls' radios, as always, are deadly quiet. Thus, she has nothing to distract her from looking around the room and calmly, mentally catalouging everything that she can, from the way that he sits, from the way the room is built, and -- everything else. She then looks at Max, her smile thinning. "I am in service of the only person above me, the Primarch. Everyone else is below me, and they shall not interfere with my life, my work, my goals, and my plans." This is a oddly arrogant statement, even as she flicks her hair. "Everything Ido, if it is not for the Primarch, is for Me. And even then, some of that is for Me, as well." Me, me, me.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' It's a nice room; it's brick and mortar, with wooden floors, the sort of thing that's gone out of style on most other worlds but certainly comfy here. There's a fireplace, and it's roaring with a snap and a flick of the hand from Max; flames leap to life, giving the room a warm, cheery glow. Given it's the only source of light in the room, and the sun is already starting to set, this will probably matter shortly. Max himself sits confidently; his eyes are fixated on hers, not dropping crudely to examine her body, nor roaming around the building uninterestedly. One hand is settled on his cheek, the other holding his drink. He's supremely confident, in fact; assured in himself completely, in a way that even people who are normally confident can't possibly hope to compare. As far as that body language is concerned, he is the single most capable human being in the world. That's probably not /true/, but he certainly looks like he believes it. He smiles at her statement; either arrogance is becoming, or confidence. "So you are a very powerful woman, in addition to being beautiful and competent," Max replies, in the air of someone who understands what it means to have friends and acquaintances in very high places. He shifts a bit in his seat and looks over her appraisingly. "And what /are/ your goals, ma chere? What do /you/ want out of your life of hard work in service to your country?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' This is a nosy sort of peering-around things and places. Jihl lives in a world of black and concrete, of grey and red, so something with a warm, cheery glow, a warm fire, and the like, it is all a little odd and strange to the woman sitting across from him. Eventually her green eyes snap back to him, giving him a small smile, one that plays across her pale lips. "I wish to maintain the peace of our world. I am an investigator, I wish to know, I wish to learn secrets, find new knowledge, I want to rebuild our world." Jihl says, her voice drawling softly. "THat will bring me pleasure. That and to see the Gran Pule fal'cie killed." Did Jihl just imply she'd like to take down a /god/? Yeah.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Fal'Cie," Max asks after a moment, the unusual word /heavily/ accented from his mouth as he talks. He runs the word over his tongue, repeating it again two more times before he's certain he understands it. "Those are the god-things you mentioned, oui? The ones that made your world?" "So you want to kill a god." *Fascinating*.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "There are two, the fal'Cie who created my world, and then the other fal'Cie that tried to destroy it." Jihl explains softly, flatly. "It is the others, the ones who have caused us so many problems, that I wish to go away, anyway, that I can." she tosses her head again, getting her hair out of her face, hermouth set in a thin line.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max listens for a moment, considering. To actually, literally know what made your world was something that was somewhat out of his depth; a place where gods were physical wasn't something too new, but a place where gods were literal was. The Aeons weren't anything like the Fal'Cie; the Fal'Cie are great titans of world-production, the Aeons merely powerful spirts. Max cannot imagine an Aeon crafting or annihilating a world, after all; they are simply different classes of being. As Jihl tosses her hair, Max stands up and moves over to her, setting his glass down; he presses his lips against hers, his hands going behind her head to bring her into it gently in the flickering firelight. "I can appreciate...obsession," Max murmurs as he pulls away only barely, his eyes locked on hers. In the firelight, they seem so much brighter than they did before, flickering and dancing a mad electric blue. "Would you give your life to see it dead?" His voice is low, quiet, like someone might hear them, someone on the deserted streets as the sun's light dies in the sky and the fireplace becomes all that they have to light the room. "Would you give up anything to see it fall?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Max approaches her, and then he leans in - which he has too, as she's sitting down, and thus much shorter than she normally is. She tilts her head, her green eyes gleaming behind her thin glasses. "Obsession?" She breathes the word after the kiss, arching one eyebrow as she sits there, her head tilted up to meet his, her danging green meeting his electric blue. "This is more than obession. For the first time, we have l'cie, those chosen by the enemie fal'Cie, wandering the world, and I will stop at nothing to find them, to understand, to /know who they are/, in order to utterly bring them down to the depths of the world -" "- so I can stop them from killing our world. To stop them form hurting the Primarch, the man who has done much to guarantee our safety. To stop these venemous, bothersome fal'Cie!" By the time she's done talking, her voice has dropped form her strident, know-it-all, calm, collected, arrogance to a throaty purr that is tinged with malice and anger. "I /would/."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "So it is something that you must do, at any cost, even your own life. All your ambitions, all your desires, secondary to destroying something that would finish your world." Max murmurs, his hands still against the back of her head, running his fingers through her hair. "Admirable. Very admirable." Then he straightens, releasing her from his grasp; he turns and sits back down in his own chair, picking up his glass for another sip. "You are an enthralling woman, Jihl Nabaat."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' The /instant/ Max turns away from her, Jihl shudders, her green eyes widen and bright as she relaxes again into her chair, having been tense the whole time he was that close. She then looks at him, the brightness in her eyes turning into a dark gleam. "It is interesting to hear you say so." She finally breathes.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' While his face is turned away from her, Max's lips quirk upwards. He knows she wasn't relaxed; he knows she was tense, could feel it by the way she moved her hair. He made her uncomfortable, put her on edge, and he liked that; he liked it when he did that to Cirra, he liked it when he did it to Jihl. He enjoyed people being nervous around him, enjoyed being in control, especially in control of powerful people...but so too did he enjoy being fought for control, challenged. It was part of the paradox of being Max. He grins. "Why is it interesting, ma chere, to hear me say something that is only the truth?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl sips at her grape juice, giving Max the hairy eyeball for awhile, deliberately sipping at it slowly as she comes up with a proper answer for him. This is her own way of getting back at -him- for putting her on edge and stuff. She then looks up at him, fully, taking off her glasses in a smooth movement, sliding them to hang off of the middle of her dress. "Because most people don't dare say it in front of me."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Most people are not me, and do not have what I have - unending confidence and self-assurance," Max replies cheerfully, and that was true. Most people are not Maximilien Amadeus Renaud-Sylvianne, and that's probably better for the world at large. He waves his hand idly at her, a smile on his face. "You do not frighten me, Jihl Nabaat; I am a very hard man to frighten. You do not intimidate me. You are a dangerous woman, and, as previously mentioned, I have an almost /fatal/ attraction to particularly dangerous women; you are also a fighteningly competent woman, and I like that, too, because easy women who fall into my arms are so much less interesting than women who can kill me and make my life miserable." He messes with his glass a little bit, swirling it thoughtfully, then takes a sip and smiles over it. "You are a tremendously fascinating woman, and I cannot wait for our little tour of your home. I want to see your world through your eyes...and possibly this time I can convince you to wear something more appealing than your heavy overcoat...?"

I Want It All

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:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl Nabaat contains her primary residence in Palumpolum. While she could have one in Eden as well, Jihl is almost always up in the capital city on business, so she maintains nothing there but her work and her military bunk, which, you know, suits her just fine. Just fine. Jihl has a penthouse apartment suite nearby the Riviera Towers. While this is not hard to figure out, getting up there alive is the fun part, mostly due to traps and the like. The defenses to get into her apartment are better than the ones on the PSICOM branch building. That is just Jihl for you, though. jihl's apartment is furnished modern-style for the city; all high-tech equipment, a white and metallic sheen to the kitchen and dining room, with a multi-leveled living room area containing a lower section with a fireplace, and a higher one with a TV and a half-circle bookshelf set up. There is a short hallway with three doors down the way. She lounges on the couch, feet up on one end, book in front of her, having ditched most of her normal outfit, hosiery, and shoes to just get down to that relatively simple white dress. She is reading. What do you do? > Sneak in, turn to page 42. > Enter properly, asking and such, turn to page 2.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Like that's even a question. Traps are part of the fun for Maximilien Amadeus Renaud-Sylvianne; traps and guards and all the dangerous things that get between people and things they want are what he's made his whole life getting around, and he finds great enjoyment in dealing with them. Not only that, but they're funny; most people tend to set traps and things to catch common criminals, because the only time you ever set a trap for an uncommon criminal is when you are trying to catch that uncommon criminal. That is, you set a trap for a man like Maximilien Amadeus Renaud-Sylvianne as an offense. You set a trap for a thug as defense. These men are set up to defend, and that means they have no idea how to deal with Max. The traps are the same; things to be triggered, messed with, things to bypass occasionally with a spell and then get around, because Max wasn't the sort of person who saw an advantage like magic as cheating. If you worked to get it, if you worked to master it, it wasn't cheating. So a few simple tricks, a few simple spells, and a few misdirections, and Max gets up to Jihl's apartment without too terribly much trouble - and more importantly, without dropping anything he's carrying. He lets himself in with a little finagling of the lock, then closes the door behind him silently, vanishing into the shadows. Then he reappears next to her couch, flowers in hand, a smile on his lips, and something large, round, and glowing tucked under his arm. "Bonjour, ma chere."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Max picked to turn to page 42! This page has not been written yet. Let us observe... Jihl flips a page in her book, reaching down to the floor beneath her where she has a water glass, aa pen, and a pad of paper sitting there, in easy reach. She takes off the pen cap, bites down at it, and starts writing - normally she has firm, small script, but it flowing and large now; it seems this is more for personal consumption then Jihl-Queen(oh she wishes)-of-Nabaat sort of situation. Jihl looks up, briefly, then frowns; maybe one of her wards pinged her. But -- nope, there's a sudden Max right next to her, and she tilts her head at him, before asking: "Don't you know the meaning of the word 'knock?'" She eyes the flowers, but her attraction is on the glowy, shiny bauble.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "I am vaguely, distantly familiar with the concept as something that other people do for vague, distant reasons, and I am vaguely aware of the dictionary definition, oui," Max replies cheerfully. He just slides the flowers onto her desk; he knows what she wants, he knows where her focus is, he knows what she wants to play with. And he also knows that the best way to hold her interest is to deny it to her. People are easy to mess with, even exceptional people like Jihl; just figure out what they want and keep it away from them for a little while. So he keeps the bauble under his arm as he leans down to steal a kiss; his other hand moves to brush her hair back, and as he pulls away, there's a flower tucked next to her ear. "But it has never meant much to me, as you can see." "How are you this lovely day, ma chere? I must say, the informality suits you...and yet it does not. Something about the uniform make you...wonderful." "So what is this book?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Do not tease the somewhat-happy woman with a hairline trigger temper and better relfexes she lets on with something she she wants. It's terrible, for everyone involved. Post the kiss, she tilts her head up at him. "I have to prove I trust my own soldiers at some point." She says, with a shrug. "Of course I'm not going to lay around in a armored corset for my whole life." Her nose wrinkles, a somewhat-familiar impish look crossing it. "I am doing quite well, my dear thief; it is just a history book, one that I picked up out of curiosity. About my own world." She shrugs and hands it over after bookmarking her spot. A hard-back copy is unusually rare.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max had taken some walks around Palumporom in his spare time. He'd been spending a lot more time here lately; getting to know the world, the inhabitants, the way the people behaved. On the one hand, it was interesting - Palumporom was like the more modern lands, but with the familiar magic of the World of Ruin. On the other, it was practical - if he was going to steal from the people Jihl had agreed it was okay for him to steal from, he was going to have to get to know them much better than he had. So he had noticed that these books weren't actually a thing that showed up much in this society; everything was much newer, much cleaner, much sharper around the edges. That included...hell, that exemplified Jihl. In a world of sharp, she was sharp enough to stand out. He liked that. He was also incredibly wary of that. Nonetheless, he doesn't exactly show that. Max didn't show a lot of things, though; either you got used to him and dealt with it, or...you got mad. "I rather liked the armored corset," Max replies again, brushing his fingers along her hand as he sntches the book up. "So what curiousity led you to read about your world's history? Did something happen?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl knows he has been; PSICOM troops are everywhere and Jihl has made sure her agents know exactly what one Max-the-thief looks like, along with disguises that she might think he's in, and where he (isn't) probably going to steal from. Jihl is that kind of woman; she wants Max for something or the other, and him stealing is a important part of this plan. Her smile is sharp; it helps her stand out. "A ... templar, I suppose, of this god named 'Ajora' came into our city." She says, tilting her hand lazily as she sits up properly on the couch, shrugging. "A rat-like little fellow, damned if I can't remember his name." "So I got curious about the mythology and history behind the stories I've heard as a child."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Jihl is very intelligent. It's another mark in her favor; she's clever enough and has the machines at her disposal to disseminate information she possesses to a wide crowd. Most of the time, they've even been able to surveil him; he picked up on it a day into one of his visits in Palumporom, because of a lax soldier who made a single simple mistake. From then on, he'd remained in his own clothes and hair when he wanted her to see, but he'd done a little...on-the-sly, magically-aided costumes. Hair-color, eye-color, crouching, tilting, robes, a fake beard...all sorts of ways to fool people if you put a mind to it, to become an entirely different person, to step out of your own skin so completely that that other person's life becomes yours. Stepping outside himself was Max's greatest talent, or one of them; his ability to remove himself from any series of events and act purely mechanically, no matter how interesting or heated or miserable those events became. Max settles onto the couch with her with some impressive contortionism and a re-locating of the glowing sphere, which he rests squarely on his stomach as he grins at her. "Tell me about your gods, ma chere. You already told me that they rule your world, that they built your world, and that they war. And you told me something else, but here, far from the safety and isolation of my cabin, I think I will not say." "Tell me about your stories, ma chere."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "This is what I know, as was told to me by my mother..." Although Jihl's eyes fall to Max's stomach as he reclines on the couch, she takes up a bard-like seat, her voice canting and sing-songing the story. She was taught well. "There were three goddesses built; the Hallowed Pulse, the Fell Lindzei, and the goddess Etro. Pulse created the world known as 'Gran Pulse', while Lindzei created our own Cocoon." "All gods created the fal'Cie to serve as protectors and caretakers of the two worlds, but... Lindzei and Pulse were gone without a trace. They disappeared, as deities seem to do." Jihl looks up. "Our legends say it was the goddess Etro who saved us from Ragnarok during the war; but I believe I mentioned that."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "It is very odd to me, to live in a world in which gods are truths, and not faraway abstracts who may or may not be listening. It is very odd to me, to dwell in a world in which the physical representations of your gods are present." Max works one of his arms around her as she sings the way her mother did, singing the stories of her people for him. You could tell a lot about people from their mythology, normally; people's beliefs told you pretty much everything about them, especially how they behave, but that was only true when gods weren't real, breathing things. "Then again, I suppose it is very odd to you to hear about gods that are faraway abstracts, and leaps of faith." He reaches over to tug her close to him again, his fingers against her hair. "I suppose that you are wondering very much what this thing I have been holding is, are you not?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl nominally rebuffs his insistence on getting up close and cuddly; she's just not that type of woman. However, he then promptly bribes her by asking her the very question that she's been thinking about, and she narrows her eyes at him, her face impassively set aside from that. Finally, she nods. "It is very weird to hear about it. We give thanks and pray to those we can see working for us on a daily basis..." She chuckles, then trails off. /Others/ give thanks, at least. "But I do! Share!"

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max keeps the smug grin off his face for now. He got what he wanted; now he'd give her what she wanted. That was the basis of their...relationship? Was that even the right word for it? He hesitated to use that word. A relationship where neither side trusted the other wasn't a /relationship/, not really. Or maybe it was; Max couldn't really say. Maybe this was a relationship, maybe this was the real way they go. The fairy tale relationships didn't really exist; they were just two people, hiding things from each other, and being aware of the secrets in the air. Then again, right now, he didn't really care what he should call it. Max fiddles with the orb, then cracks it with his hand. "A distraction," he replies cheerfully, drawing forth from it a much smaller glowing ball. It sparks and sputters with power, pure, elemental power; Max presses it into her hands. "On many worlds, there is a holiday called Valentine's Day. People celebrate their romantic entanglements and encounters by giving each other presensts. I have not oft had cause to celebrate, so I thought that I might take the opportunity now. It is a few days early, of course, but..." Max waves his hand. "Time among the worlds, it is...*unreliable* at best, oui? Douteux." "This is called Materia. A gift from another world; pure, crystallized magic. If one unlocks its secrets, one can use real magic as though they were a trained mage, though only the magic locked in the sphere itself. I thought it might appeal to you, mmm? And I know someone who has access to plenty of Materia, so..." "Happy Valentine's Day."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' It is a odd and strangely endearing relationship, they have; it being a give-take sort of basis, it also means that either one of them could call it off at any time,. Which is absolutely terrible in the whole way. Jihl tilts her head, arching an eyebrow as she takes the Materia from him. She stands, then, and takes it to the window; this high up, she's got the last of the pure, unfiltered sunlight from Phoenix streaming through her windows. She holds it up there, examining it for several minutes, before she looks back at Max. "This does magic. Proper magic. What /kind/ of magic?" She presses him, a geninune smile crossing her lips. Pause. "... thank you."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Healing. It will let you heal people, truly heal people of their wounds. It will not heal their maladies, their sicknesses, their weaknesses...but it is a start. I do not think you would want something powerful, ehn? You do not seem like the type to want something you could not control right off the bat. Except me, of course. I am fairly sure that you still want me." He smirks and snags one of the flowers, placing it in front of his face. It just makes him look more smug. "But you are most welcome, ma chere." He doesn't stand, of course; he's too busy looking around the room and enjoying the view. And quietly hating himself a little bit.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl's walk is noiseless as she stares into the small green/whiteish colored materia that she holds in her grip. For someone who has so frequently, so often used her power more for harm than good, to suddenly be able to do something that only those branded l'cie can - the chance to /seriously/ use magic - it is a gift that means more than Max probably will ever realize. She schools herself back to that half-not-quite-not-creepy smile, looking at him, raising an eyebrow. "Well... once again, thank you." She knows something is up here.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "No trouble at all. I will have to find more of them for you; I expected you would enjoy it." Max slides his arms around her waist when she gets up to the couch, dragging her down into his arms as he does so - he's not a physically STRONG man, but nor is he weak, and the element of surprise may be enough to topple Jihl the way he wants her to fall. "There are other traditions for Valentine's Day - chocolates, wines - but they were so much more common. And you are not a common woman, and I am certainly not a common man. I am sure you will make much more use of this than I would, regardless." He offers her one of those charming smiles, tightening his arms around her. "Do you want me to come by and teach you how to use it, ma chere? My schedule is quite free at the moment, after all~..."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl is more entranced with the materia than Max, which is why, in a quick movement, he's able to pull her down against him on the couch, barely retaining her grip on that utterly precious marble-like stone. She wraps her hands around it, turning her head to try to see his face as they consider each other - Well, she considers his statements. She smiles. "Come watch me fail, a few times, you mean." She chuckles as she says this - magic has not always been Jihl's strong part, and well, that admission means a /lot/, all things considered. "Are all materia so... colorful like this?"

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "There are so many of them," Max replies, his hand settling onto the Materia and closing around her own. "They are multitude...a beautiful, dancing multitude. Some of them are red...some are yellow...some are blue, some are green...their functions are keyed, in fact, to their color. They all do such mysterious things. I am certain you will find exploring them to be..." Max presses his lips against hers. "A wonderful hobby," He murmurs into her lips, helping hers form the same words as his fingers disappear into her hair. "And I am certain that each failure will bring you that much closer to success. Perhaps I will help motivate you while you train." "I clearly made a mistake giving that to you so early. I should have waited until I had your attention...to be jealous of a rock!" Max smirks. He's clearly no such thing. He's just trying to enjoy himself. Stepping out of the situation. The one that's really bothering him, not this one.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "They sound beautiful." Jihl says. "I just do not understand how it works, though, it is just -- will? They use the orb and make the world /create/ the magic the orb personifies, like a healing spell, and it will be done? I understand that concept, yet it is so... strange." Knowledge. Jihl thirsts for knowledge, and even above that, his mouth distracting hers as his hand curls up in her long her, she wants power, that Max is teasing her with. THe power of HIS knowledge. She then pouts, her lips tugging down. "The rock is telling me more than you are!"

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Oh?" Max asks after a moment, seeming genuinely surprised; his eyes widen a bit, and his tone is a touch off. "So you would rather I tell you all the interesting things now, rather than let you discover them for yourself? You would rather I open the archives of my knowledge and let it come tumbling out, my spells and my Materia and my magic weapons and everything that I know about magic? I always find that women appreciate a good mystery. A mystery keeps a woman interested, after all." "And I want you to stay interested in me for a good, long time, ma chere." "So of course the rock is being forthcoming; the rock will have your attention forever, after all." Max laughs, moving to push the Materia somewhere more comfortable for them both with one hand, tucking his other under her hair. "While I only have your attention fleetingly." "I suppose I will answer one more question, though. What would you like to know, ma chere?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl growls as Max manages to hit the issue right on the nose. "Yes, I /want/ the knowledge, but I don't want it just /given/ to me, I want it to come at my beck and call, I want it to lay itself into my bones, so that I know it intimately like I do the spiderwebs on the palm of my hand." Knowledge IS power, after all. She allows him to gently nudge the materia gem into a wedge on the couch where it won't be in the way, humming in her throat as she finally asks, curiosity edged: "Where does materia come from? What makes it?"

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max doesn't smug-smile. His eyes do, but he doesn't. He's very good at reading people, Max; even people who try very hard to not be read have their little tells, their little ticks and foibles and follies that shape their personality. Jihl was a rampant perfectionist, a control freak, a woman who needed to either be in charge or be given orders to give to other people. She needed to know things so she could act on them, or she needed to dig for things so she could learn how to act and incorporate it into her. Max liked that about her; more people needed to be like that, willing to earn and not just take. But...did he love that about her? It was, in fact, a question that was bothering him greatly right now. Did he love her? Did he even /believe/ in love anymore? Had he ever? Still, right here, right now, in her apartment, was not the place to have that discussion. Max tilts his head back a bit, thinking. "As I was told it, Materia are crystallized energy from the planet they come from. I do not know how nor why they work, nor what they are; only that little bit." "But that was two questions, ma chere."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Perfectionist, even rampant, a control freak - these are all decent descriptors of the woman known as Jihl Nabaat, but in the end, that is just one controlling - and probably the biggest - facet that makes up the woman as a whole. CAn he love that? Can Max truly love someone like that? Time will tell. "Oh, I'm sorry." Jihl is not sorry at all. "I'll make up for it."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' The real question wasn't '/can/' Max love her. Of course he is capable of it, probably - somewhere inside him is the capacity to care for another human being completely, like anyone else in the world. He is probably able to convince himself that he loves her; he is probably able, with time, to really mean it. But that is not the real question, because it depends upon the real question: Is Max even willing to really try? "I know," Max replies cheerfully. The mask is set tight on his real face; layers upon layers hide away the man he really is. The guilty man.

The Pompa Sanctum Parade

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|Date of Scene=2013/02/11
|Location=Palumpolum
|Synopsis=Jihl Nabaat runs the Pompa Sanctum Parade. People show up, talk, dance, and terrible things occur as the pagent for the win of the War of Trangression goes on.
|Cast of Characters=Zeke, Deidra, Maira, Kaydin, Maximilien, Emi Dennou, Jihl Nabaat, Ariel, Margaux Fleury
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:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' The Pompa Sanctum (or Pompa Sancta, depending on what party member you're talking too) Parade, is summarized simply as a commeorative event celebrating the final win in the War of Trangression - symbolizing the win Cocoon had over Pulse. However... With the fall of Cocoon to the Heartless, it commemorates a time before, when more than just a war had been won; but now it commeorates the ability of the people who lived there to always rise up and win. In a way, it's a blaring declaration to the world that they will not give up. This is why Jihl Nabaat volunteered to head the 'parade', not that it's really a parade; while the Primarch, Galenth Dysley, does show up to make a speech, the big event is more of a ... show. Really. Nighttime falls on the futuristic city - many children and teenagers point up to the sky, where there stands a large, glowing spiral, ringed with a clock-like interface of metallic plates circling around it. Dozens blue-green glowing orbs encircle it, providing the light to see the script; it starts at twelve, and goes down to zero. It starts ticking; as it passes the plates, crowds cheer, and the plates start spinning. Jihl herself stands at the front of the crowd, her head tilted upwards as she watches the plates spin.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke wasn't here for the history or the culture. Granted he viewed culture as important but what drew him was a request from his ship's cook. Five foot nothing oriental man that seemed to apologize for everything. He kept out of everyone's way, fed the crew food that you would swear was from the Gods on High, and he was very insistent they come here. It wasn't an unreasonable request. So Zeke had most of his crew help the man set up a booth, procure foods, and hey one chef pushing a cart full of yummies around. For his part Zeke was merely mingling with hte crowd. He only had a few guns this time rather than the bandolire of 'em 'round his neck. His sword was belted on of course. He never went anywhere without it.... and as always his coat helped keep most of it hidden. He was just mingling within the crowd, an obvious forgiener enjoying the festivities as best he can.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Parades are big, social, loud events. You don't go to a parade if you want to hide; you go to a parade to be big, loud, and social. You go to a parade for a spectacle, for people. Some people go to a parade to pickpocket, but they're little thieves, petty thieves. Maximilien Amadeus Renaud-Sylvianne has already broken the finger of at least two pickpockets today. You don't steal from a phantom thief, not even in a crowd, not unless you're also a phantom thief - and pickpockets hardly count. All in all, it's been a pretty relaxing parade. Max has been making his way up to the front of the crowd steadily, parting his way through people; he's rather noticeable, given he's probably the only person there wearing something as outlandish as a black gold-lined cape and bright white tuxedo. It's definitely not normal Palumpolum fashion, that's for sure.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel was getting a little tired of seeing nothing but nighttime, so, on advice from the locals, she caught a ship out of Traverse Town to another port. She had no real destination in mind, so any port would do, but someone had an advance tip about this parade. She's seen parades underwater. But never /walking/ parades, so she is sure this will be great. She's almost disappointed to see that it's getting on nightfall when she arrives, but, surely morning will come. Just a face among the crowd, and apparently alone, Ariel drifts her wide blue gaze toward the ticking clock. The sight takes her breath away.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira had really just come here on a whim, following a streak of wanderlust. She'd gone off on her own, oddly enough just not bothering to ask anyone else to go with her. Every now and then she had to branch out, experience new things, meet new people. Of course, Uist is with her. His presence makes people unconsciously give her some space. It is the chill air, the sense of energy that makes a person's small hairs stand on end. The presence of a ghost. Maira stands and watches, curious, dressed in her fireproof clothing in case she happened to run into trouble. Now and then her eyes scan the crowd, but so far she hasn't found anyone familiar.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Dennous, being relatively small, can probably blend in a lot easier regardless of what they're wearing. But even so, some people prefer to stand out. And one question on the Network's mind is 'why is Maximilien standing at the front of the crowd as obviously as that?' Is that the wrong question or the right question, well, they aren't sure yet. But Emi approaches him all the same. As is typical for Dennou outings--or Dennoutings for short--there is another Dennou in the area. This Dennou is Shida who has always wanted to see a ridiculous parade that is totally ridiculous. Shida, by nature of not having an easily mistakeable name with the others, and also by a bit of being the one Dennou that had actually been brought back from the dead*, as far as Network members go--she always feels a bit left out, despite the Network's best attempts to reintroduce them. Even her dialogue quirk has changed. She sneaks up by Maira first, whom is slightly easier for her to recognize than Ariel. She says, "Hello Maira, Shida of the Network is excited for the parade, how about yourself?" She looks around a bit before adding, "Busy... Shida of the Network has not seen many cities as advanced as this since the Fall of her world." Emi, meanwhile, approaches Max from behind. She doesn't say hallo or anything just yet. Perhaps she's testing Max for German Ninjitsu.

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Prarades are interesting, seeing new worlds are also very interesting. Still she'd taken some effort to hide her nature. It was a cloak sure but it would help hide the obvious, wings and tail. SO here she is to enjoy the parade and just have a little bit of fun, and thankfully it is about nightfall anyway on this world so she shouldn't have issues with her sleeping problems. Seriously turning to stone how the heck does that work, not even she really knows. Maira and one of the netork are and she grinss a little bit. Though keeping herself hidden. "I was curious about this parade I couldn't help but come good to see a few friendly faces here."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' As the clock ticks down to zero, small compact-disk light items fall down out of the sky. Grabbing one entails the ability to see the circular engraving on it, and each one contains a hologram of the eidolon Carbuncle, spouting off such phrases as, "It's party time, little lady!" They go up into the air, forming a gigantic blue ball, before they scatter in a circular way, revealing a blue field of holographic light, with the eidolon Siren playing a harp in the middle. The music is enchanting, beautiful. Dozens of blue women, which look like the Eidolon Shiva, dance around in circles, creating the rest of the holographic field. The music builds, a strange tension lying within in, as small red, fire-like holographic meteors fall out of the sky, impacting with the water-field to form blooming orange circles. She looks to her side as she hears someone walking, giving Max a half-smile and a friendly nod. "It's starting." She says, pointing up into the sky, like so many others. "The war."

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Now then crowd. People. Zeke telling some punk off for trying to make off with his money. Oh hey redhead in the crowd. He bumped his way from here to there and in time he cleared his throat. "Miss Ariel?" Questioning voice, mostly because he wasn't sure if that /was/ her or not. "Nice to see you out and about. Liking the festivities so far poppet?" Aaaand then the fireworks, spinny things, lights, Noise... and Zeke hasn't seen anything like this. ERgo he's staring like a slack jawed idiot. Then when the 'monsters' and other sorta there things started doing pantomime reenactments he shook himself. "I care not if it's magic or some other techno sorcery... this was worth seeing."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira's eyes go wide, her lips parting in wonder as she watches the spectacle before her. She's never seen anything like it. Truly amazing. She doesn't notice Shida's approach until she speaks, startled by her sudden appearance. "Oh! Shida! Hello! It is nice to see you....it really is something, isn't it? I have never seen something like this....its beautiful. Like a movie but....its right there," she breathes. Ah Deelel is there too, who she knows vaguely. She smiles and waves lightly in greeting.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel watches the show with great interest. The way it floats and spins reminds her a little of a concert in Atlantica.... but, it's very different, isn't it, with the air, and the dancing, and the dancers with their great long legs. She clasps her hands. If there is... some kind of war on, she has no idea. She's wondering about the musical instruments, and how she could get her hands on one. Her attention is so absorbed in this she doesn't see Zeke coming up behind her until he says her name. "Oh!" The redhead turns around. Yes, it's her. "Yes, it's wonderful! I've never seen anything quite like it."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Bonjour, Petite." Max doesn't even turn around, but he does smile; he totally knows she's there. Perception was the essence of a Phantom Thief, after all! A thief who didn't pay attention wound up poor and dead; a thief who knew how to pay attention found the best routes and the best tricks. Max reaches the front of the crowd, his hand sliding into his pocket. "And bonjour to you as well, ma chere," Max replies to Jihl, tilting his head downwards. "The parade is lovely. An excellent spectacle, to be sure. A very rich country, to be able to perform something so magnificent." Max looks behind him briefly at Zeke and Ariel as he catches their voices; he also glances at Maira and Shida, before returning his gaze to the sky. As much as this was a polite social event, it always paid to keep an eye on people who stood out. They could be dangerous. ...my, but he was getting paranoid lately. Max chuckles under his breath and shakes his head. "Ah, oui, before I forget. Emi, this is Jihl Nabaat; Jihl, this is Emi Dennou. Emi is something like a sibling to me; I think you will find her fascinating, though I also think it should be she who tells you why." He reaches out and ruffles Emi's hair the way he likes to do. "It is a lovely parade, is it not, Petite?"

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra looks over at Shida and Maira and does not wave but bobs hea head not wanting to ahem expose herself. She's just here to enjoy the praade she's suprised as she catches one of the computer like disk thing and it emite some sort of hologram. It's chipper, cute then flies away, as the show starts in full. The technology behind all of this puts anything from Manhattan to utter shame...

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Lots of little details call to his attention. "How..?" He started to ask a question but the display kept causing his words to fall away. What were they playing? What were they /DOING/ for that mater? Unlike Ariel or perhaps Deelel or a few others here that had gotten used to the whole 'everything going on everywhere' Zeke came from a place and time where you usually had to only deal with what's in front of you or on the same plane. This? "How long must they practice to do this?" Then his train of thought was interrupted. "I ramble on though. It's very pretty."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Isn't it dangerous to drop compat disks from that height?" Shida wonders aloud. She catches a disk out of the air in any event--or more accurately, 'pulls' the disk to her hand. She looks it over as a dancing eidolon is summoned. She lets out a low whistle. WHatever your opinion on pomp and propaganda are, the sheer effort for the spectacle is incredible. She lowers the disk after a moment before nodding to Maira. "It is a lot to take in at once, isn't it? Shida of the Network is happy she came but wonders nonetheless if you came by yourself?" Well obviously there's always Uist, presuming Shida even knows of him, but she probably means like friends rather than eternal night guardians from the underworld. She looks towards Deidra and nods to her. "Greetings, noble gargoyle." All gargoyles are noble gargoyles. Emi allows herself a small smile. He still seems... Maxxy. She wished to confirm that for herself but perhaps she was worrying needlessly. It's been some time, after all, no matter how deep the romance (in his head) was, life goes on, right? Well, she's still worrying, though she's putting it to the back of her head at the moment. "Bonjour, Max." She says, smiling faintly. She's getting used to the hair ruffling. "Ah--" She actually reddens at the comment of being 'something like a sibling' so, really, Jihl might be getting a pretty inaccurate view of standard Emi behavior. But she does say, "Pleasure to meet you, Jihl Nabaat," politely. "This one apologizes in advance for any social missteps. The Network notes this is their first time here." She raises her head. "We have never seen a world quite like this, however." She looks to Max and thinks about it. Sadly, she hasn't actually focused much on the parade much but she doesn't want to either lie or embarrass herself with a technical truth, so instead she goes with a more generalized truth. "This one is happier to see you. Nevertheless, the parade is quite incredible, The Network cannot lie." Pause. "...Well The Network can lie, but is attempting to cut down on such things." She nods to Jihl.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Up in the skyer, fire-red dancers come to meet the water-Shiva-like dancers. The red-dancers, representing Pulse, twirl around and banish the dancers of water, even as a large circle of fire grows to enormous proportions in the sky. Finally, it bursts apart, revealing the fire eidolon Ifrit. A l'cie stands on his shoulder, roaring out with a grand cry, "With Pulse-born spite and savage smite, I will destroy Cocoon!" Ifrit roars, and then breathes down long plumes of fire upon the crowd, which never quites hits anyone; but it does get extraordinarily warm for a few moments. The wind rustles in the air, tossing hair about. Jihl tilts her head, turning to look at Emi fully; she smiles. It does not quite reach her glasses-covered eyes, and seems a bit funny. "Greetings; it is a pleasure to meet you, young lady." She raises an eyebrow at the interactions between Max and Emi, hiding it behind her poker-smile. "It is alright; I am glad you came out tonight, even if you are not watching the... spectacle."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira blinks as Shida pulls one of the combat disks to her. She probably wasn't suppose to do that, but Maira isn't going to say anything about it! "Yes...yes it is. What a place...I wonder if there are any poor people here," she muses. With such a rich display, surely....? No, Maira is not quite /that/ naive. "Yes, I came by myself," she answers with a small smile. "Hopefully, I won't get into any trouble, heh. I just...needed a little time away I guess. Change of scenery, time to think." The air around Maira begins to heat up as the fire dancers arrive on scene. It is clear the fire mage is clearly enthralled and likely entertaining thoughts of attempting such a dance!

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel does have a kind of distinct voice. Though she doesn't know Maximilien from anyone else in the crowd, his outfit is certainly eye-catching. But the parade events are certainly moreso. The light dances off her face as she looks up to the show. When she does glance down, she happens to notice Emi in the crowd not too far away.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' He certainly does seem very Maxxy. "I am delighted to hear that, Petite, though I fear that I am hardly worth such compared to a sight as lovely as this. The people worked hard on this; you ought appreciate it, oui?" As Zeke disappears, Max's eyebrow rises; he tsks under his breath, and holds up a finger at Jihl and Emi. "Excusez-moi, mes amis; I see a lovely young lady watching us, and she looks tremendously alone, and on a night like this a lovely young lady should absolutely *not* be alone." And then he just sort of disappears into the crowd the way he usually disappears, because despite being a six-foot-something red-haired Frenchman, he's also a master of stealth. He just...vanishes when they look away. And a few minutes of making his way through the crowd later, he reappears next to Ariel, a polite smile on his face. "Bonjour, madamoiselle," Max offers, bowing low to the lady, his and crossing over his chest. "I could not help but notice you, standing here all alone. It is the opinion of Maximilien Amadeus Renaud-Sylvianne that a lovely young lady ought not to be alone on a night like this; would you care to join me in a dance, clear out some of the crowd, and make our way over to my delightful friends?" Max's right hand gestures at Emi; his other hand is politely outstretched and offered, the way a dancer's might be.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel looks up at Max. A... dance? She'd LOVE to learn how to dance! Of course she has no idea how, but she's not going to let that on, because humans are supposed to know dancing! Oh, and that's Emi he's gesturing at, so they're friends! She waves at her, a little shy wave with her elbow tucked in. She nods at Maximilien. "I'm Ariel. So nice to make your acquaintance..."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi is apologetic. "This one is sorry and is allowing Shida of the Network to do so in her place." But people, really, are a grander spectacle. She observes Jihl curiously though after a moment's thought, admits, "Is this history or fantasy? The Network is ignorant on matters of Cocoon's past." She seems interested in learning more about the location, however, but is understandably a bit uncertain how much faith to put into a parade. She glances over to Max and, after some thought, nods to him. "Very well. It is clear there was a lot of work put into it, after all. The Network further notes, however, that she knows the person you are referring to and had not noticed her presence until now." She may have a distinctive voice but Parades are noisy! She is surprised Max was able to pick Ariel out though, she supposes, if one is looking for a beautiful lady, one doesn't quite need their ears now do they? Emi throws a wave over to her, smiling back. "Hello again. Are you having fun?" MEANWHILE Shida carefully steps a bit away from Maira, as she is not immune to fire. "Shida of the Network would suppose it depends on many things and cannot provide an answer." She tilts her head. "--Are you ... going to dance too?" She smiles. "Do not worry, this one will be your 'buddy' for the 'buddy system' should one be required?" She doesn't seriously think Maira neccessarily needs one but can quip just fine.

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra finds her self suprised as the greeting from the Network but hey, she isn't going to compain at all about being called that not one little bit. She looks back nd watches the show with the summoners, well holograms of such anyway and wonders for a moment just what this tale will involve the projection ork on this is amazing.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira blushes, carefully pulling back on the warm aura she was radiating unconsciously. "Oh, n-no...I was thinking about it...but no. I don't think I'm graceful enough for that, heh," she replies quickly, waving her hands animatedly to assure Shida she's not going to burst into flame and try to join the dance.

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Parades usually bring out the best in people and why would they not? The colorful costumes, the music, the revelry, and the pure energy are all examples of what a parade can offer to all who attend. However, a parade such as this also offers hypocrisy. And Margaux knows that term better than most from witnessing the decadence of the festivals from her own once seperate world. And yet, here she was. Perhaps she could escape the apparently irresistable allure of such festivities. Margaux may have came to Palumpolum for other reasons, but she was not about to let this parade go unattended. Leather boots softly patter against the ground as fabric swishes through the air to quietly announce the fencer's arrival. Margaux is now making her way through the crowd to where she could gain the best vantage point of the ongoings or more accurately where the dancing has reached its zenith. Old habits die hard for someone who was once a professional dancer like Margaux.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Maximilien," Max replies cheerfully, taking her hand in his. "Maximilien Amadeus Renaud-Sylvianne, as I already mentioned. I do not make a habit of referring to myself in third-person, however, so do not fear; I am not a madman, simply an energetic one." He flashes a rakish grin; the man is made of rake and rogue, like he stepped out of a fairy-tale storybook. The cape and the tuxedo and the flashy attire don't hurt that appearance /at all/. Max's free hand moves to put Ariel's hand on his hip; his other hand settles around her waist, tugging her up next to him. (He smells like flowers; very nice flowers, too. Lilacs and roses, the sort of thing you give to women.) His rakish grin shifts to a gentle smile as he begins encouraging Ariel towards the group; he's quite graceful. He knows very well how to maneuver, how to lead, how to step carefully to avoid his partner in classical dances. However, the question is, does Ariel? As Max leads her through the crowd, and quite probably past Margaux given she's going the same way he is, does Ariel manage to keep up with the light-on-his-feet, graceful Phantom Thief? Prooooobably not, so this is likely going to be /hi/larious.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' The wind blows more fiercely, before forming a green-ish orb that bursts open, revealing the eidolon Ramuh, along with his white-robed l'Cie. "With fal'Cie aid and trusty blade, I will protect Cocoon!" The two human-forms meet up in the air, fighting sword to spear, while gusts of wind and pillars of flame meet in the air, causing firework-like smatters of red and green all over the sky. With a final roar of anger, the Pulsian fal'Cie goes back to Ifrit, with a surge of power, sending Ramuh dissipating into nothingness. "I WILL fulfil my Focus!" The l'Cie snarls. That ball of red fire energy returns, enveloping fal'Cie and l'Cie alike. Jihl looks at Emi as Max goes off to do Max-xy things. "He doesn't change one bit, does he?" She asks Emi, her voice soft and pleasant. "But, it is mostly history, made up into a grand fantasy-like spectacle. Spectacles are mostly normal here... Max is one himself."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel is kind of starstruck. Okay, this guy isn't Eric or anything, but... he's really cute! And so graceful. And he knows how to... Pulled around suddenly into the dance, she nearly trips over her feet. It's quite obvious she's never been trained in this. But, maybe she's just a peasant girl or something; she's not really dressed in any finery. There's something about her that makes that implausible, though. And though she's... really pretty awkward, it doesn't take her too long to pick up the basic steps. The big battle above in the sky catches her eyes a little. The story it's telling goes over her head.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi turns her head and watches as Max goes about leading Ariel into a dance. What's a fal'Cie, she wonders. And what's a Focus? She supposes that's similar to a 'purpose'? She nods slowly to the first part, this is pretty typical Max behavior, after all. But for the latter she thinks it over and says, "Max is a man of many faces, but he is not a mask, The Network summarizes her feelings vaguely." She does however note one strange thing about this. Ariel--she is obviously very pretty, and has a nice personality to boot. Yet she seems she's never danced before. Perhaps her world's dancing is different? It's information but not enough to draw and conclusions from. She simply notes it down for later in her head. Strange protective urges well up in Emi's head despite Ariel not exactly being younger or anything, but she shakes her head, clearing it. Think clearly, she chastizes herself. "To fight off such threats, yet still end up as a fallen world. It must trouble you. The Network apologizes." Emi adds to Jihl. Meanwhile Shida is embarrassed herself and says, "Oh--oh, I mean--well..." She thinks it over. "Maybe you are graceful enough... or maybe it doesn't really matter if we're graceful?" She offers a hand, grinning--not unlike a child--"Let's do some dancing, The Network requests to join in the fun since life is short?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira brightens, laughing. She sees someone else dancing, a lovely woman wit red hair and a handsome man. How lovely! "Well, that is a very good reason," Maira consents, taking Shida by the hand and giving her a twirl, giggling all the while. Why not have fun!

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Tres bien, madamoiselle Ariel! Tres bien. You are learning quite swiftly!" Max applauds her. Metaphorically, because he's got one hand around her waist and the other in her hand, but that's irrelevant! It's a metaphorical applause. Congratulating. Praising! The fact that she can't dance isn't actually surprising to him; he just assumes she never learned, because slowdancing isn't actually a tremendously common skill anymore, especially not slowdancing quickly. Waltzes are easy; one foot in front of the other, follow the other person's lead. Waltzes moving swiftly to match fast music? Not easy. Not commonly-learned. So hey, she can't slow-dance! "And tonight, when you leave, you will have seen a beautiful play, heard some beautiful music, learned to dance beautifully, and danced with a beautiful Frenchman," Max adds, because he's just that kind of guy. He slows down a bit as he gets over to Jihl and Emi, to let Ariel catch her breath and her feet. "All in all, a beautiful memory, madamoiselle Ariel. Bonjour again, Petite, ma chere; this is Ariel. She seems quite enthusiastic; isn't she lovely?"

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Navigating a crowd like this may be a difficult task for the uninitiated. Margaux is no such person. With a practiced ease, she ebbs and flows through the crowd. The once dancer only has to offer a brief apology here and there when she is forced to guide a parade-goer safely away from bumping into her sword. Most of her apologies are well accepted as it -is- a party afterall. It was hard not to become distracted by the ongoing 'battle' above their heads. Margaux had never seen such a thing before. The opulence of this parade was nigh overwhelming. Perhaps, there would be an opportunity to do some 'good work' while she was here. What was one missing noble in a crowd such as this? Margaux's blue eyes search the crowd now for a potential target and she decides to use her most winning smile as she looks. It makes her scoping out for potential kidnapping targets slightly less transparent. And it seems that a potential mark is waltzing his way straight towards her. In a smooth counter-turn, she moves far out of their way. Handsome, well-dressed, not many scars, and a practiced dancer by the look of things. Perfect. These were all the qualities of a helpless lord's son who knows a ballroom far better than a battlefield. Margaux advances now with a slightly more wolfish smile replacing her previous one. She was on the hunt afterall, so it was really only appropiate.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel stumbles around into a standing position, as Maximilien lets her go at last. She looks a little flushed, either from the activity or maybe just the inherent excitement of the moment. Jihl is a new person, so she nods to her. She blushes again at Maximilien's compliment. "Oh, thank you.... for the dance lesson. I ..." hm, maybe she should explain why she was so bad at it? Maybe she can let it go, though. Instead, she interrupts herself. "I think someone else is looking to dance with you!" Seeing Margaux walk over so purposefully.

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra is just taking in the show with a sense of wide eye wonder at this watching as the battle rages on btween the two simulated fighters but focus? That's a term she doesn't know and will look up later when she gets a chance. For now she enjoys the show and is just mingling with the crowd. "Isn't this show something Shida? Maira?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' The fire-ball goes a dark, pomegrante-stained red, before it explodes, revealing just a fal'cie - "Ragnarok!" Someone in the audience cries out. A few feet away, the Cocoon l'Cie disappears in a burst of light, turning into another fal'Cie - the one known as Valefor. The fight goes on, full of fire and wind and brutality. Jihl smiles. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Ariel." Max gets a strange look from the woman, who is clearly at odds with the popularity he has and the way people seem to flock towards him, but Emi makes a simple statement. "We are... upset. Especially I am, as head of the defense forces."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Ah, we have met before." Emi tells Max because they have met before. ADmittedly this isn't the first time they've said as much today but this time is likely a bit clearer and with less distraction. She glances towards Margaux as her attention is drawn to her. She was suspecting ARiel may have been reading into her actions but looking at Margaux herself, it seems that she is--indeed--looking for Max. Who else would that look be for? She nods to Ariel and murmurs to her. "Keen eye. This one is impressed." Emi had no idea Jihl was head of the defense forces. She opens her mouth, shuts her mouth, then opens it again to say, "Oh. We did not know." MEANWHILE Shida has the time of her life suck it Emi!! She has engaged in a spin and has managed to not trip over herself, but now... now she's going to spin Maira! LIKE A TOP BECAUSE SHE'S A TOP DANCER GET IT? She laughs herself. "We should go see Ariel too." She suspects Maira would like Ariel.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira laughs brightly as she is spun, enjoying the dizziness that accompanies. While Shida is no Faruja in the dancing department, she is a friend and this is good, silly fun! "Ariel? Oh? Who is that? I'd be happy to meet her," Maira says, flashing Shida a bright smile. Ah the Dennou's. The Network is good folk.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max bows low, a smile on his face. "It is my pleasure, madamoiselle." A moment later, there's a flower in Ariel's hair; his hands are just *that* damned fast. Someone who is really, really paying attention might've noticed the blur; otherwise, well, Phantom Thief Thief Magic! He straightens, sliding his hands into his pockets - only for Ariel to point out the woman who was approaching already. Max tilts his head backwards. If he notices Jihl's look, he doesn't say anything about it. The wolfish smile doesn't escape his notice, but then, Max is nothing if not almost suicidally, retardely daring. Ask anyone in the TDA how he treated Cirra "Stab First Ask Questions Never" Constantin. "Apparently I must part from you again, ma chere, Petite, madamoiselle Ariel. Please, enjoy your festival. I am never one to turn down what appears to be a *great* deal of entertainment, ehn?" And so he slips back into the crowd, moving in the direction of the strange woman. He stops in front of her, a smile on his face. "Bonjour, madamoiselle. Comment allez-vous? My beautiful acquaintance happened to notice you as we were whirling by, and I cannot help but be surprised that I did not notice you first; you cannot help but shine through this crowd." Palumpolum's fashion sense was kind of dull, Jihl only pulled it off because she looked great in a uniform. "Tell me, madamoiselle; would you care for a dance?"

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra sees as both part of the Network and Mairta are on their way, the cloaked Gargyole moves into the crowd to see whom else she might encounter during this amazing and quite crazy party. She might just find her self heading in the direction of Max and company!

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' The head of the defense forces? Oh? Ariel overhears, and tilts her head up at this. It must be those Heartless, she bets, that they're talking about, but it could be anything. "Thank you again!" she says to Maximilien, before he turns to flirt with Margaux instead. Well, he seems like the type. But she suddenly notices the flower, and is quite astonished, pulling it out of her hair to smell it before putting it back. They don't have that kind of flower underwater. Through the crowd, she also notices the gargoyle. Now that's another interesting person! If not the first winged person she's seen. "Do the defense forces need help?" she asks Jihl, which may seem like a weird question from a small young lady.

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' This was already going much easier than Margaux had first anticipated. All elaborate masterplans to stage an accidental trip that would lead to the subsequent chance encounter are quickly abandoned when it was her who was being approached now. The decision for Max to dance with one red-head after another was surprising. God does seem to work in mysterious ways, or perhaps this mysterious stranger was something of a narcissist when it came to preference in hair color. Divine intervention or all too human flaw, Margaux was satisfied with either answer. The Fencer's smile softens as Max makes his grand entrance and even asks her to dance. Margaux bashfully adverts her eyes when she complimented, but she soon draws her blue eyes up to meet their mirror match in Max's eyes. "Your friend does me a great service," demurely replies Margaux in a nasally accent that matches the one used by the man who addressed. "And here," begins Margaux with a motion to herself. "I thought I would have to dance all alo'e." She now awaits Maxmilien to take the lead when it came to the actual dance. There was no need to rush things for now. That would be quite silly at this early stage. Margaux would simply wait for the opportune moment to strike.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl looks at Emi, then shakes her head. "You are not of my world; you would not know. For that, it is okay. Our forces are split into two; the home force, and then the rest, who are on the watch for things like another fal'Cie attack -" She points into the sky; "And those ... strange heartless beings." Jihl shakes her head at Ariel. "We do not... particularly need it. Things have been fairly quiet, all things told, but I suspect that will change. Actually, let me rephrase; I know it will!" Up in the sky, there is a shattering roar as the two fal'Cie meet together, a green, glowing orb surrounding them, before with a blinding flash of light, it dissipates into little sparkles. "That war of Trangression is over. I now lead and fight for the... next one." Jihl's smile finally reaches her eyes, but it is no less creepy.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max takes Margaux's hand in his as she offers. His smile never wavers, his eyes never change...but that shifting of /her/ eyes, that shifting of /her/ attitude? Oh, yeah. He notices that. He can't help but notice that. A thief who doesn't pay attention gets backstabbed, after all. Max's other hand slides around her waist gently, his fingers closing around her hip as he does so, drawing her in nice and close. "Ah, so you are of my country! How wonderful to meet someone in this strange and beautiful world who shares the taste of home." Max leans down - he's really quite tall - and brushes against her ear. "/Do/ your lips taste of home?" He murmurs. He's actually glancing down at that weapon, making sure that it's the type of weapon he thinks it is. The lady may notice, with this proximity to him, that Max is not carrying any sort of weapon himself, not even a concealed dagger or knife. He draws back a bit so he can see her face, and he takes her into the dance. He's good. He's graceful. He's fast. He keeps to the time, and he's giving her his full attention, or at least putting up a very good appearance of it. "Might I perhaps have the honor of knowing the name of the flower with whom I dance, madamoiselle?"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Ah ree ehl!" Shida waves over to Ariel, bringing Maira along with her. "You should meet Maira, Shida of the Network re-explains." Shida is indeed not really an expert dancer but she doesn't seem to mind looking a bit silly, unlike Emi who is quite content to stand still and observe as is typical. The Emi gives Maira a small nod upon spotting her. The way Jihl says that is a bit spooky, but Emi sees no reason to jump to conclusions. Emi can be quite creepy herself, after all. What is perhaps less surprising is that Emi basically immediately forgives herself the moment Jihl says it's okay. "Understood, this one will not beat herself up over it, then. Nevertheless, if you ever require the services of a detective--The Network can provide definition for 'detective' if it is unknown on this world." Max is already leaving again. Emi sighs faintly.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira allows herself to be lead, her mood improving by the moment. To think, she was feeling a little gloomy! It couldn't last in the presence of a friend. Maira smiles warmly in greeting to Ariel, noting she's the pretty red haired lady she saw dancing with the handsome man who--where did he go? Is he...is he dancing with another red head? Sudden reminder of Ivo is unwelcome! "Hello, Ariel! I'm Maira--oh, right Shida said that already. I /love/ your hair. Red is my favorite color!" she says, her amber eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "Oh, thank you!" Ariel says, grabbing a bit of her hair and sort of twisting it around her shoulder. She looks a little embarassed. "Mine's green. My favorite color, that is." She feels a little awkward, but a particularly cool explosion in the show distracts her eyes again. And she also nods to Shida. "So you're a detective? Really?" (She knows what that is because the ocean has organized crime (yes, really).)

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra has kept her self mostly hidden but prehaps Ariel noticed something whens he moved that was likely it. Still she does take notice of Ariel. She looks the redheaded human over for a moment and says "Hello,I'm Deidra." She's taking care to hide herself a bti she doesn't want to start a panic over her apperance she only wanted to enjoy things after all tonight. "Green's a nice colour and I'm Deidra. This show is beyond even anything my world could do live..."

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Margaux once more plays the part of a bashful and blushing parade goer when Max draws her in closer. In reality, a veteran dancer such as her has long gotten over the discomfort normally associated with the close proximity of a new dancing partner. But, we all have a part that we must play in this charade. The assumption that their accents translated into a shared country of origin would be an easy mistake to make. Margaux still raises a brow in surprise before saying, "Truly? What great fortune to meet another from Ivalice." She allows Max to continue to lead as per custom, but it is quite clear that she does not have to expend too much effort to keep in step with him. "Especially one so skilled in dance." The cheek of his flirtation was something to behold. And yet, Margaux is able to recover just fine. "Many mysteries exist in our time and that...." A small click of her tongue. "...is one of them." There does lie a sword attached to her waist and it seems to be a rapier at first glance, but the fine details of the blade are hidden by its sheath. She can guess that he very well may have been inspecting it. There was not much -else- to see from that angle afterall. When Max looks back around, Margaux meets his look shyly for a moment before looking elsewhere. "What a serendipitous choice of words!" She exclaims mirthfully to her fellow dancer. "My name is Maguerite de Fleury." Or 'Pearl of the Flower' which suggests that it may be a stage name or perhaps Margaux's parents simply had an odd sense of humor. "And you, Monseigneur Roux? What is your name?" A complication to Margaux's plan has arose. There were still too many people nearby for her to an attempt an abduction. She was armed and he was apparently not...but their close position made it rather difficult for her to go for her weapon unnoticed.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "I know what a detective is; do you work for an agency? Can I employ you to tell me more about Max?" Jihl asks it mostly as a joke, but there is a hint of 'should-I-Maybe to it. Plus, maybe this will give her leads for other things! Or something! Maybe. She turns to watch all the dancers, her false smile slipping away into thoughtfulness.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Shida says, "The Network is, yes! We also like green." WHY DO THEY LIKE GREEN? Well. Emi explains further. "To clarify, The Network is still learning much about the trade but our probationary period with the Twilight Detective Agency is over, though admittedly this one isn't entirely sure what that means beyond not having to obey Will Sherman by neccessity, nevertheless it is safe to say we are detectives provided that one does not assume we are experienced and understand we have much to learn, The Network redundantly focuses on this point so as to not cause undue expectation." Shida gives Emi a look. Shida may also have been totally oblivious to Maira being moody but, well, she doesn't want Maira to be all by her lonesome anyway--even if chances are she just wanted to hang out with a friend just fine. "You could employ me to give you my impressions of Max," Emi tells Jihl. "But this one would not suggest it." She already answered about which agency. Her phone buzzes. She takes it out, looks at it, and considers her response for a few moments before typing out a response and then pocketing the phone again.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira smiles more, nodding. "Green is also very nice," she agrees. Well, favorite colors now covered....Maira looks toward Shida. Who also talks about how fabulous green is. DAMN IT. "So! Where are you from Ariel?"

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' What is that... phone?! It made a noise. Ariel almost just grabs for it, but, holds her hands back before she falls over. She waves at Diedra; it doesn't seem she is going to panic at all. She looks at Jihl with a questioning expression. "This is your world, right? You're from here? I've been in Traverse Town, and I haven't seen the sun in... days?" She's not sure, because, first of all, she rarely saw the sun much underwater, and, second of all, it's pretty hard to mark time without sunrise. "Is the sun going to come up here? I'd like to watch it from the beach. "Another world different from here," she says to Maira, a total deflect. "How about you?"

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Maximilien, madamoiselle de Fleury; Maximilien Amadeus Renaud-Sylvianne, at your humble service, and partaking of the pleasures of your company." His smile widens a little bit more, a winning, delightful smile that is well-practiced and well-polished. It's a mask, a mask that the master of disguise has practiced to absolute perfection; it looks good, and he knows it, and he wears it well. As they dance, he takes an opportunity to briefly consider her relative skill, and compare it with her relatively demure attitude. Odd. Not out of the question for a noblewoman, and certainly a noblewoman's name, but...strange. He files that one away, then chuckles. "Indeed," he replies vaguely. Whether he's replying to the bit about being from Ivalice or the mysteres of the time, it's impossible to say. "And are you a mystery of our time, madamoiselle de Fleury? A beautiful, mysterious flower, full of strange delights as-of-yet unseen, as-of-yet unbloomed?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "Also a world different from here. It's...well its not there anymore. You've been to Traverse? I live there now! If you come again you should visit VALKYRI headquarters. Indeed, the sun never rises in Traverse. It's...it can be gloomy, but you get use to it. If you want to see some beautiful sunrises though, you should try Luca. The ocean water there is the most remarkable color!"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi's phone buzzes again shortly after. Maybe she should just keep it out. She has missed Ariel's initial grab and pulls it out a bit haphazardly, typing at it again. It would be easy to seize if Ariel so decided. Once she's done sending the reply, she keeps the phone out in case she needs to snap off a reply again. "There's crabs in her world." She says. "Talking crabs. That is the extent of what we know about Ariel's world." More or less, anyway. Shida laughs awkwardly but doesn't comment.

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Margaux can only summon up so much tolerance for certain things in any given day. The Corpse Brigade member tends to draw the line when actually impersonating a noble unless it was absolutely necessary. There were far easier masks to wear that were less damning of the soul than that particular one. Her own smile is used to parry Max's as she knows the importance of a good smile as well. She would be a poor dancer in the long run if she did not practice such things as she had often did before a mirror. And speaking of those things, it seems that they are trading blows when in this game that they were playing. Suddenly, a lunge from Max. "Oh messire, to levy such a question against a stranger such as myself is..." Margaux attempts to lean in closer as if to share some secret. "...scandalous. Unless that is telling of your inte't with me?" She then draws her head back slightly to watch Max's reaction closely as one fencer would do to another.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "That sounds wonderful!" Ariel says to Maira. Then she pauses. "What color is the ocean water?" Because that MIGHT mean something bad, but she's not sure what. She doesn't try to take the phone. She's learned at least that human items belong to humans. But she DOES try to crane her neck to get a good look at it, and the typing, because she has no idea that's rude. It's weird to her the idea that crabs should NOT talk. Do they not always talk? She decides to make a bold declaration. "Crabs and all the fish talk in my world. So no one from my world would EVER eat them." She nods to Zeke. "Not all crabs are nice," she adds. "But Sebastian is just looking out for me..."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl looks at Ariel. "We have the sun. Pheonix will be rising in a few hours; I suggest going up somewhere high, if you wish to watch it." THat done, she looks back at Max and the other strange lady, nad then the woman past them... Cirra. There should be a impending sense of doom. She walks over to the woman, elegantly. "Hello."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "Well, that's not so very strange," she begins to reply, "I was a talking lion just yesterday." Said totally casually, because this kind of thing just /happens/ with an alarming frequency as of late. "You must live near the sea then!" or in it. Whatever. "The water is very clear, turquoise really. Even when it is deep you can see through it to see the fish swimming! So pretty. Really motivates me to learn to swim." Maira looks to Zeke then, surprised and pleased. "Zeke! Hello! I haven't seen you in ages! How are you? How is your ship?"

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Of course he notices the silver-haired woman. How can he /not/? How can he do anything *but* notice her, even before she stopped them? How can he not just immediately see her, and his dance becomes slightly off, a formerly perfect routine dipping for just a tiny fraction of a second imperceptible to anyone else, but very, very obvious to his dance partner, especially if she is as practiced and skilled as he thinks she is. The dance is...well, again, he was perfect not a moment ago, so when the silver-haired beauty who ruled his heart until a few days...no, /still right now/ ruled his heart, as much as he wanted very much to deny that fact, push her out of it, and get over her...well, he can't help but falter, just a touch. But he resumes his composure almost immediately. Then Jihl moves towards Cirra, and immediately, Max feels another, sweeping wave of regret and self-loathing. Seeing both women he cared about together, the one he was in love with and the one he was trying to fall for to ease his own distaste for himself, was enough to distract him from Margaux. Just long enough to miss what she said. The mask slipped. Just for an instant, he looked tremendously, titanically sad. But just for an instant, an instant more fleeting than a firework, more fleeting than a tick. Max looks down and smiles at her. "I have no intention of you, madamoiselle. I am a gentleman; I am not interested in anything but appreciating fine art, oui? And women are fine art; beautiful works of art sculpted by God. Art should be enjoyed thoroughly...but never so.../vulgarly." "I thank you for the opportunity to appreciate the art of you, madamoiselle, most profusely." The one person in the room who actually knows him probably realizes how ridiculously hard it is for him to put that mask back on right now.

:'''[[Kaydin]] has posed:''' Maira's shadow begins to twitch and expand, and before too long, it is large enough to probably engulf a person. During which Kaydin flies out of it as if taking running jump through the opening. This may mean he will fly into people if he isnt careful. Thankfully he has cloaks and such instead of armor.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "Yes indeed! Ooh, that looks delicious!" she says, eying his food. Big surprise, Maira distracted by food. Will she ever loose the urge to hoard food? Apparently it is deeply ingrained. Then, something, or rather someone, flies out of her shadow!? She may not have even noticed if not for being told by Uist, who says such in a growl. Maira turns to look over her shoulder, quite puzzled. "Did...did something just fly out from behind me...?" she asks, looking to the others for confirmation.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "You WERE a talking... lion?" Ariel has only seen them in sculptures, but she has seen lionfish! She looks pretty confused at Maira. But nods when she mentions living by the sea. Yes, that's right, isn't it? "Oh, it sounds beautiful. Though, hm, I've seen a lot of fish. Where are there interesting... buildings? Concerts? I think this parade is... one of the most interesting things I've seen yet!" Zeke offers her a food. She sniffs at it. But it doesn't appear to be fish-based, so she takes a nibble. That's tasty! But his comment about how fish aren't his friends make her look sad. Still, "I'd... like to hear your stories some time.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel then looks up, and waves at Kaydin. She's seen him before too after all. "Be careful!" That is apparently addressed at him or the people around him, rather than Maira.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi looks towards--oh geeze louise. Emi runs her palm down her face. She can't watch this. MEANWHILE IN ARIEL'S WORLD A chef slices about with a cleaver. "I like eating crab! I like eating crab! I like eating crab especially those that talk!" Emi says, "Do they?" with wide eyes. "--The Network would be very interested to see what happens under the sea, there." GET IT? GET IT?? The Dennous are not especially surprised by every crab talking in ARiel's world, after all presumably all the talking ducks come from the same world too and probably every duck there talks? Makes sense to her. "It is just unusual from our own perspective. It may not be unusual from an objective perspective, The Network supposes." Shida nods to Maira. "Of course we also turned into hyenas, The Network is trying to forget this howev--" She is promptly bowled over by Kaydin. CRUSH.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "Greetings. I am Jihl Nabaat, my lady; I trust this is one of your first times venturing into our city of commerce and technology?" Jihl asks, her voice soft, and sweet. "I'm the leader in charge of the security force PSICOM; I trust if you have any problems with anything here, you let me know." Jihl's smile widens.

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Margaux may or may not have noticed the minute permutations in her dance partner if she had not been mere inches away from him. But it was indeed his slight stumble in their dance that was far more telling than a flicker in his guard. She does slightly tilt her head to the side and allow for a slightly smug expression to appear on her face. All she wanted to do was to let Max know she had noticed the chink in his armor so to speak. With a flutter of her eyes, the knowing look vanishes and is one again replaced by a cheerful smile. "Then you may be truly be a gentleman and not just the appearance of one." There is no sly look from Margaux this time. The view on women expressed by Max nearly evokes a reaction out of Margaux, but she merely plays it off by gently reaching up with a hand to tuck a wayward strand of hair behind an ear. Fantastique. Another smooth-talking pretty-boy. "And this is how you always appreciate art? From a mere arm's length away?" Or stabbing distance as it is tend to be known as.

:'''[[Kaydin]] has posed:''' Kaydin is on Emi. Explains the soft yet boney landing yet something about his hand feels unusual so he pulls his hand back and tries to stand up and help the woman up. "Sorry. corridors of darkness are..funny inside." He tries to explain as he would then look to Ariel and waves, even to Zeke. He then looks to Maira. "Maira, there you are. Where is Aerith, your always about her like a lost puppy."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max notices the disapproval. He tries to put it out of his mind, but he shakes his head. He can't. He can't put it out of his mind right now. He /can't/. Margaux asks him something; he blinks, trying to remember what she just said. A normally-flawless memory, shattered by Cirra's arrival. "Oui, madamoiselle," Max says after a moment, sounding a bit offended by the idea that there was something wrong with that. "There is art in the way a woman moves, art in the way a woman dances, art in the way a woman speaks. It is the greatest way to appreciate the art of a woman; to make a woman feel appreciated, to give her a memorable evening, to give her the time of her life and make her feel special if even for a moment, so that I might see her real beauty. A woman's true beauty only comes out when she is truly happy, in most cases; when her smile lights up the room and the sky, when her eyes are filled with that special joy that comes from being treated like a goddess. There are...exceptions, but by and large, that is why I do what I do, at least when it comes to women." For instance, some women were far more beautiful when they were angry. "If you find some fault with that, then I am afraid you will have to reconcile; I am notorious for sticking to my principles." That might just be aimed at Cirra. In fact, it almost assuredly is, but MARGAUX wouldn't know that. He spins her away, taking a moment while Margaux spins to look over at her and Jihl and feel that fresh guilt, really twist the knife into his own chest; it's a fleeting, brief instant, and as she's back in his arms, he releases her, letting go of her hand and stepping back to bow. "You will forgive me, madamoiselle. I have...other, older business. I am sorry to cut our dance short; you are an excellent dancer. Far too excellent for such a demure woman." Let her wonder about /that/. Max bows deeply, hand over his chest, then straightens; he his way over to Cirra and Jihl, his face an mask, that same smile he usually has, though this time it doesn't quite reach his eyes - there's a subtle, quiet hurt in them. His hands disappear into his pockets. "...bonsoir."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Well, there is a fairly unwelcome voice--though she had wondered where Kaydin had been. She turns toward him, her brow furrowing. "I don't know, the last I saw of her was Traverse Town," she informs him. God Kaydin, you can't even get it right. Maira follows Avira around like a lost puppy, not Aerith! Silly. Still, Maira takes a deep breath. No, she is not going to be unkind to Kaydin, despite his less than nice greeting. "I'm glad to see you are well Kaydin," she tells him, and it seems to be genuine. Maira turns to the others then, reminded that she really should get home. "I should be going....it has been nice seeing you all, and nice meeting you Ariel. I hope we'll meet again!"

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel almost insists to Emi that under the sea is quite boring and not worth it at all, but doesn't. Because that would be like admitting she knows that. So she just ignores that comment for now. Zeke's comment makes her look a little... sad? Not HOMESICK, of course, well, maybe... "Hm, I guess I don't have a home to hang my hat at right now. That means it'll have to come with me, too. "It was nice meeting you, Maira! I hope to see you again some time too!"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "It was nice meeting you as well, ARiel." Emi says. The sea is always greener on the other side? Or something? Okay maybe that makes no sense. Emi cannot watch this. She just can't. It's not going to go well and, really, she imagines it'll only make things worse if she's there to observe. She gives Max a sympathetic nod. And quickly rushes after Maira. >_> <_<. She drags Shida along. "Have a good night, Ah ree ehll--" Shida manages before she's pulled away.

:'''[[Deidra]] has posed:''' Deidra is just taking in the show for the most part while keeping with the otehrs, she notices some of the others. She notices the lady that's incharge of security and she does wonder about speaking to her but she keeps to herself for the moment.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "We can use magic, we just have to do a few things with our technology to make sure we can. Only the most capable of people can use it without our drives." Jihl explains. "I hav eheard of you, Judge Constantine." She glances over at Max, then back at Cirra. "If you mean he is the breach, then trust me; I already know."

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Margaux's disappointment stems more from his obliviousness to her muted suggestion that he was not what he seemed. That was far more damning than any opinion that she would or would not find favorable of his. She bides her times while Max explains himself as she was and continues to wait for her opening. But she does play along and nod her head in animated fashion when he explains his life philosophy a little more. Her feint comes to an end when she is spun by Max. Under the disguise of the spin, Margaux hand quickly takes hold of the hilt of her rapier in a fluid and subtle motion. The fencer falls for Max's redoublement as she is spun back -towards- him. The rapier is let go in the process with a brief look of disdain appearing on Margaux's face. The timing was impeccable as Max ends the dance promptly after that so her look may actually be understandable as a look of disappointment. Her outfit makes it impossible to curtsey properly, so an exaggerated bow is employed by Margaux instead with a step being taken behind her as she does so. "Very well, messire. Perhaps we will one day dance together again." With blades. Max turns away and Margaux is left to consider his parting words. Hrmph. Touche. A glance is afforded over her shoulder at her leaving mark. Maybe next time. And so, Margaux now looks elsewhere for possible targets. It was a busy crowd, who knows who one might bump into?

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel nods at Zeke, seeming to agree with his assessment. Though, since the parade is winding down, she thinks she might go check on Flounder. She hates having to leave him behind, but she hasn't found a suitable bowl for him yet. "I think I'm going to find someplace high... to watch the sun. And look around the port a bit," she adds. "but don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "She knows," Max replies to Cirra quietly. He can't help but look hurt around her, can't help but look a bit upset. He's doing his best to hide it, of course; he's really good at hiding things, but even he can't quite hide that look, that insufferable look in his eye, the look of hurt just at her /presence/, just at her being there. He doesn't say much else; he just stands there next to Jihl, his hands in his pockets, looking awkward at Cirra, none of his usual flattery or flippantry or anything else slipping out of his mouth. After a few moments, he just quietly murmurs, "They were just an apology."

:'''[[Margaux Fleury]] has posed:''' Amidst the crowd, Margaux does catch a few glimpses of the company that Max keeps and left her for. Some mental calculations are done before she is interrupted by someone else asking her to dance. The hunting Death Corps member is at first annoyed to be distracted from her quarry. However, the attitude, clothes, and oafish demeanor of the person now asking her to dance causes Margot to grin once more. Perhaps this is the noble that no one will miss. "Oui, I would like to da'ce." And with that, Margaux de Fleury disappears into the crowd with a new target in her sights.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "...I only asked for one of those songs," Max replies to Cirra. "And it was the first, well before...that night. It was not my intention to humiliate you. That has never been my intention; not even once." He shakes his head, then looks away from her as she starts walking. He tightens his fingers around his arm. "I'm sorry." Then, as if he is suddenly aware of exactly how vulnerable he looks in a crowd full of people and a pair of women he cares about (actually three, since Emi is nearby!), his poses shifts, quietly, as he tries to fumble the mask back on and put a smile back on his face. It doesn't quite fit. He's not...accustomed to being in love and hurting from it. Max draws his cloak around himself, then vanishes into the crowd. He doesn't want to see any more of this parade. What would've been a beautiful memory has now been stained a painful, bloody red as Cirra once again manages to rip open his chest and spill his heart onto the floor without any control from him, and he hated it. He hated it more than he could possibly phrase. He hated being so vulnerable. It was proof that reaching out to people just got you hurt, that reaching out to people just *made* you hurt. Proof what he'd always known. His eyes go black for a brief second, so fast it's almost imperceptible, and he crushes it back down with sheer force of will, straighens up, and resumes moving away from the festival as swiftly as he is capable. Which, for a Phantom Thief, is really quite swift. Running away from himself, again.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl looks between Max and Cirra. "Thank you, Judge." She says simply, before leaning against the nearest wall. "I think we can offically declare the celebration day of the War of Trangression OVER." She mutters, more to herself than anyone else.

A Theft Of Curiosity

2013-01-14T11:35:21Z

SpyPoet: Adding the log~

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/01/14
|Location=Palumpolum
|Synopsis=While doing some research in the local PSICOM office in Palumpolum, Jihl Nabaat is .. wooed by a erring phantom thief - Max.
|Cast of Characters=Maximilien, Jihl Nabaat
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Palumpolum is a gorgeous, beautiful town located on the Central Isle in the World of Ruin. A port City, it houses both ships of the water and air type, allowing easy access in and out for anyone of any type, although newcomers not from Cocoon itself back before the World fell are always warily eyeballed. Skywalks and regular walks line the city of commerce, which is unusual for the high-tech world with online shopping, it has lively actual shopping markets going on at all times. PSICOM, as a roving security force, maintains one of their bases here, hidden behind the market, looking like a normal place at first, if you disregard the fact that after you open up the first door, every single other door requires a security card - each card requiring higher and higher rank. They have surprisingly good anti-theft measures as well, although, delightfully so, due to the lack of inherent magic use for most of the residents, they can easily be cheated by so. Jihl Nabaat, in one of the study areas in the science wing, reads something on the table in front of her, tapping her foot gently on the floor as she considers what she's reading. She is writing as well, in bold, polished strokes; the end result is of a woman too deeply intent to notice.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Palumpolum is, indeed, a gorgeous, beautiful town. Maximilien Amadeus Renaud-Sylvianne can appreciate beauty; he's very good at appreciating beauty, being as he is both French and classy. Cocoon is a bizarre alien world, of course, but there are few worlds so alien that Max can't find his way around with a little cleverness, a little ingenuity, and perhaps chatting up a native girl or two. It doesn't take much for Max to get into Cocoon and find one of PSICOM's bases; hidden bases always have little tells, little secret hints that make it tremendously obvious to anyone who is actually observing or knows what to look for. People have...a way of avoiding places they know are not /safe/. So Max just looks for that - the subconscious evasion, the little voice in their head telling them to go away or get shot. When he finds it, he takes a little bit to check out the situation, see who goes in and out...and then pick the pocket of one of the men, slip his way in, and leave the man outside, complaining about leaving his keycard in his pocket. This place is phenomenal. It is as high-tech as one can imagine; any single weapon from this place would fetch a tremendously enormous price to the right people. Still, the weapons aren't what he's after - he wants /treasure/, and treasure he's going to get. Spells make this all too easy. A little floating, a little flying, and a few spells to shroud his path with mist, and Max manages to get his way up to the science lab without much trouble. If there is a treasure, it will be here, inside the laboratory; unfortunately for Max, Jihl is /also/ there. As he enters the room, he immediately notices her; living people are very easy to notice, very predictable. Dealing with them, though... Max immediately jumps up to the ceiling, clinging to it carefully. He'silent, astoundingly silent; he presses his hands against the walls, moving silently against the ceiling without his grappling hook, trying to get a good view of the room - and any valuables within.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl quietly sits back in her chair, rolling her shoulders to work out the kinks in them. The woman ditches the belt around her waist, shrugging off the large green overcoat, leaving her in the corset over the knee-length short-sleeved white dress. She clips the belt back on again, leaving the jacket over the back of her chair, She reaches up to her neck, quietly undoing the white choker with the glowing orange feather-like gemstone - it seems to be like a extraordinarily rare orange diamond. She carefully sets that over her book, then stands. Treasure-wise, there are very few books; most of it is probably loaded onto those futuristic computers, with their hard drives and such. Jihl turns around, then moves to one of the computers, frowning as she rapidly researchs something.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Oh, that just wasn't /fair/. Then again...if it was fair, a phantom thief wouldn't want it, would he? Max always has a moment to appreciate a beautiful woman; he does so now, watching Jihl shrug off her overcoat with great appreciation. Unfortunately, that moment very nearly gets him in a great deal of trouble; as she turns around suddenly, Max is forced to slide to the side, scrabbling still quite stealthily along the wall and away from her field of vision. Unfortunately for Max, now he's ferociously close to her; he's carefully covering his mouth and nose with his cape (utility AND style!), inching towards that choker. This was going to be...incredibly, astoundingly difficult. He was pretty sure he couldn't get anything off the hard drive without her help, but holding a woman hostage truly didn't appeal to Max at all.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl is absolutely terrible without meaning to be. That's delicious. Jihl pauses typing for a few moments, biting her bottom lip as she considers the screen in front of her, raising her eyebrow briefly at the glowing green numeral in front of her. Then she stabs the backspace key a few times, scowling, resting one hand on the handle of her baton as she regards the data facts. Hmph.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max slips around, inching along the wall and under the ceiling as he moves for the choker. He could still get this; he could still snag the choker off the table. He moves as silently as a whisper on the wind, slowly moving carefully, carefully, carefully reaching his hand out to snag the necklace, he's so close, he's almost got it, his hand's around the choker, he's- -in a great deal of pain, because not two days ago every wound he had ever avoided suffering in his life suddenly came to be. He snags the choker, but he loses his grip; he comes falling, landing on the table behind Jihl, his face twisted in pain as he clings onto the crystal. Blast.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' About two seconds after Max's body hits the table, there is a white, carved, wooden-with-a-metal-core baton in Jihl's grip and the point of it is resting against - or very near - Maxs' neck. The look in her eyes is thoughtful. "You're good." Her voice is practically a purr - it is certainly lower and warm with malice, and edged with curiousity. "Very, very good; most normally can't get past the second or third security firewall."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Ah. That was...unfortunate. Max does his best to ignore the throbbing of his wounds as the woman's baton comes down onto his neck. Despite the fact that he's got a weapon pressed against his neck, he always has at least one weapon quite well in hand - charm. He puts on his best smile, suppressing the pain with an extraordinary effort of willpower, and slips the necklace up into his sleeve. "Bonjour, madamoiselle. So are you." "I feel as though I have tripped at the finish line, so to speak. A clumsy and foolish mistake not normally befitting of me." His smile widens just a bit. "I would tell you that this place is simply fascinating and I got lost on the way in, but I would rather not insult your intelligence, so I will simply say that I was quite attracted to the jewel around your neck, almost as much as the woman it was attached to." "So to celebrate this newfound revelation of attraction, perhaps you would be so kind as to stop crushing my windpipe? I am not a violent man and do not carry weapons of any nature; a brief patdown will show you that, and likely be quite fun for both of us, so I assure you - I will not resist. I am your willing captive, madamoiselle...?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl watches him slip her choker up into his sleeve, and she raises one eyebrow behind her glasses - "You are saucy, cocky, and sure of yourself, thiefling." She says this with the malice running out of her voice, but there is a sort of almost sadistic curiousity rounding out her tone now. Jihl withdraws the baton, but it remains in her hand; it is almost like a proper extension of herself, and she takes another half-step back so that he can properly sit up and get off of her table and her paperwork. It is not the table, but the fact that he has probably marred the ink on her paperwork that is truly insulting... and frustrating. "Please, do not continue with the flirting." She finally adds on, coolly, a tinge of ice wrapping around her words. "I do not appreciate it, really." She flicks her head back - her hair ripples around her face as she takes off her glasses, a almost cruel smile crossing her face. "I am Jihl Nabaat."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "That is a shame, madamoiselle Nabaat, because I do quite appreciate you; you are far too lovely not to be appreciated. Something about the unapproachable beauty makes it all the more appealing. I take it you do not get many of your men behaving so forwardly, mmm? A great shame indeed." Please, if 'stop flirting with me' was enough to get Max to stop flirting with someone, Cirra would have nothing to worry about. His smile just grows as she pulls off her glasses, and he sits up, then hops off the table and dusts himself off. Then he steps back a bit, folds his hand over his chest, and bows low. "I am, indeed, all of the things that you accuse me of and then some; I assure you that I am capable of walking out of this establishment right this moment if I am so allowed, without a single member of your or your security measures noticing me. Would you like to see me do so? I suspect by your paperwork and attire that you are a scientist; I imagine that, even if you are quietly compelled to simply rip my head from my shoulders, your own curiousity is quietly getting the better of you. After all-" And then suddenly he's just right in front of her, his hands on her hips, a smile on his face. "-I suspect you are /incredibly/ brilliant in addition to being extraordinarily beautiful, and I happen to know for a fact that brilliant individuals can never resist a challenge, mmm?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Max is upon her in a manner of seconds, his hands resting on her hips - her scabbard, hanging from her belt that rests on her hips, clinks slightly. Then he inevitably gives her a challenge. Jihl's smile changes - it goes from cruel, to calculating, even as she leans forward to whisper in his ear - "I suspect you do not know who you're dealing with - I am no scientest, my dear thief." Her baton comes up, and she attempts to flip them into the hallway, where there is a length of bare wall and no electroncis to be destroyed, pressing him against the wall. "I am the head of the largest army my world has ever mustered, only second to the ruler of our land." Her voice is as smooth as silk, as edged as a viper, and as sweet as a mixture of honey and milk. "So perhaps you couldn't walk your way out of here..."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' WHY ARE ALL THE WOMEN HE FINDS DESIREABLE MURDEROUSLY CRAZY Max was seriously starting to wonder about his own ability to discern appealing women. There's certainly plenty of physically attractive women in the world who /aren't/ crazy. Millions of them, probably! Avira isn't crazy! There are probably others who aren't insane! So why are all the ones he actually *desires* crazy? It probably has something to do with his incessant desire to be competitive. Something about brilliance, as he just said...he just couldn't resist a challenge. As he's flung against the wall, he bites his lip again, swallowing down the pain from his numerous (slightly visible) bandages; his smile barely falters, imperceptibly, but just enough. "Are you, now? That is /infinitely/ more interesting than another scientist. Tell me about your army, madamoiselle? You seem quite proud of it; Heaven forbid I stop a beautiful and brilliant woman from bragging about something she is clearly proud of." He doesn't remove his hands from her hips. They're nice hips. "Though I assure you - that will not be enough to stop me. Given that it did not stop me coming /in/...although I confess, I did not know just how great a treasure was waiting for me here." Pinned, in furious danger, and still grinning quite wide. "If I had, I might have taken my time a bit more. Tell me, madamoiselle...do you dance?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' It's okay, Jihl never gets laid anyways. Like, never. There is almost good evidence that no one brave enough to tap that fine rear would ever do it, as Yaag isn't her type, and most everyone else is her subordinate. So Max starting to wonder is almost hilarious. Almost. Jihl stays pressed against him, a smug smile crossing her lips. "Oh, I'm not proud of them." She tosses this off in a smooth voice. "Most of the time they're inconvienent and terribly bad at their jobs, no matter how much I try to fix them." She sighs, her other hand sliding up to his sleeve, aiming to grab her choker through it. "I don't dance. I prefer to stand stable on both of my feet." Her baton presses in a little bit more.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max is carefully evading her hand with his sleeve; he's gently moving to test her, to see if her eye is as good as he thinks it is. He's been carrying, and moving, his right sleeve as though the choker were inside it; the choker is actually in the left sleeve, carefully concealed /under/ his elbow. If she can pick that up...well then. He's going to have some issues here. He's pretty sure she could. His instincts about intelligence were usually right. "I could teach you, you know," Max observes, tapping her hips gently with his fingers. "You certainly have the dexterity for it. Among other qualities. I promise you that you would also enjoy it quite a bit...but I am going to guess you do not take kindly to thieves and break-in artists, mmm?" "Would it assuage your anger if I told you that I am neither spy nor enemy, simply a loose and interested independant with a great deal of free time on his hands and a fascination with beautiful things both material and female? Hypothetically, of course. Or would it simply get you to kill me faster? Hypothetically, if I said such a thing." "After all, madamoiselle, I am at your mercy and clearly not going anywhere." He moves his hands up, wrapping them firmly around her waist and tugging her into a bit of a hug. "We might as well make my inevitable execution a memorable and enjoyable one for the both of us, ehn?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl's hand wraps around his right elbow, even as her left hand comes up to touch his hand on her left hip, raising an eyebrow. "I want my choker back, ser thief; I know it is in your other sleeve, nearabouts your elbow." Oh, she's good. The glasses must be for show, it seems. He taps at her hips, then promptly pulls her into a hug. Jihl hans't been this close to anyone in ages - she arches a sharp eyebrow, her grip around his elbow becoming claw-like. "I would prefer not to dance, ser thief. But perhaps, if I learned your name, and got my choker back...?" She dangles the offer in the air.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "You would only kill me faster, ma chere," Max replies cheerfully, dropping the choker into his hand. He reaches up along her back, draping it around her neck and gently clicking it back shut. She had passed that test; he was in deep, deep trouble. The glasses being for show he had suspected; the fact that she wasn't crushing hs neck was very important, though. "Max," Max murmurs against her ear, or at least as much as he can given his neck is being pinned by a baton. "Je m'appelle Max." "So...will you dance with me, ma chere? Or is my prediction about my imminent death all too accurate?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' There is a tense moment when the choker drops itself back into his hand - and then it settles back against Jihls' somewhat pale skin, the orange gemstone glowing, the feather look smoothly settling itself back into place. "Max." She rolls the syllable around in her mouth for a few seconds, almost caressing - Jihl likes words, and anything with x's in it is almost like, well, word porn. It may also be her way of getting back at master flirt here. That done, she steps away from him, the baton twirling deftly in a swift movement, before in a blink of the eye, it drops back into her scabbard. She then looks at him.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' That's...skillful. This woman is frightening; she knew exactly what to do in the dance once she got in synch. His smile is practically plastered on; he doesn't allow her to step away from him, stepping up with her as his hands remain tightly around her waist. "Then let us dance, ma chere," Max murmurs in her ear. One of his hands makes its way up into hers; his smile becomes a smirk. "Or are you still interested in seeing the results of my challenge?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Max pulls her hand into his, then settles the other one more firmly on her waist. In this position, Jihl can't help but feel a little silly, even as they stand there in the middle of the hallway, and she's pretty sure he just called her a pet name. Pretty, pretty sure. She matches his smirk with a dry look. "I don't think there's a challenge here anymore, Max." She drawls his name in a smooth motion. "Unless... you don't want to dance?" "Also, do you try to woo your way out of trouble with every woman you try to steal from?"

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Oui, indeed I do, to both your inquiries" Max replies cheerfully as he begins quietly leading her, as though they were, in fact, on the dance floor. He moves a little closer to her office, however; a hallway had its own problems, and allowed far too many soldiers she might've called to take very skilled sniper shots at him. As soon as they're back in her office, his foot snaps upwards to click whatever mechanism it uses shut, and he tightens his grip on her. "However...it is so very rare that I find one worth naming /ma chere/. You are, to date, only the second to share the honor...though I must admit that the two of you are *remarkably* alike. Beautiful, ferocious, skilled, uncompromising..." AND CRAZY "Tremendously appealing women. So I assure you, at least, that it is not /simply/ to escape...because if I really wanted to escape, I would be running, would I not?" He spins her, then tugs her back into his arms almost immediately, as if reluctant to let her go. Some part of him is; the rest of him, the rational, intelligent part of him is simply unwilling to give her a chance to change her mind, reach the guards, and get him murdered. He could always take a gun back or something; those guards were /idiots/.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Max is a good guide - Jihl has problems following though, this is due to her own series of characters flaw - egotism, and a inherent, wanton, almost animalistic need to be the best. The /very/ best that she can be. This is probably why Jihl has problems. Probably. He neatly manages to shut her door - and she can't help but chuckle. It is that soft little burble, that often comes after she's made a decision that makes her look good, or she's reduced someone to incoherent sobbing by totally destroying them. "The second?" She inquires, her voice soft. "That's .. .a shame, really. One would hope that I would be the first... perhaps I should try to find your other ma chere, and talk to her."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' Max is an /excellent/ guide; he compensates for unruly, unwilling partners with his own grace and skill, which sort of turns dancing into more of a contest than a partnership. Then again, Max has the same egotistical challenge-loving nature that makes him so willing to do things like 'dance with a woman who very well means him grievous bodily harm'. He's unwilling to be anything but his very best, no matter the situation. "You mean 'my other chere'," Max corrects her gently, "'Ma chere' is 'my dear'. As for that, non, I fear she hates me /far/ too much." He's awfully cheerful about it, though! Max spins her around to face away from him, hooking his arms about her stomach. "Tell me about Cocoon; it is such a beautiful city, oui? Unique. Fantastical. Magnifique."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' It is not that she is unruly or unwilling, Jihl just never dances. She's that type of woman, that if you saw her at a ball, would be down in her full military uniform, rather than in a ballgown, dancing with a man. Ice queen. Iceeeee queeeeen. Jihl is promptly spun around to face away from him - and she tenses. Never turn your back on the ... enemy? Maximilien? Thief? Who in the world knows. However, he asks her a very ... loaded question, at least to her - and she shakes her head brikefly, the blonde waves rippling down her back. "Cocoon is not our city; Cocoon is the name of the planet we lived on. This city is Palumpolum." She raises a hand, pointing somewhat to the ceiling - and maybe the sky - above her. "Our world is a artifical one, created by the fal'Cie, supernatural godlike beings, to protect humanity from Pulse, the world beneath, which teemed with dark and dangerous things."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Oh?" Maximilien murmurs, swaying gently side to side as they stand there. He's got his eye on the door; the eye not on her, anyway. He's definitely keeping his eye on her; she's too pretty not to, ignoring the far more practical reasons also running through Max's head - namely that she was far too dangerous not to keep an eye on, even in a posion like this. "Tell me about Palumpolum then. Are there more women like you here~?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl is still tense - she's like that. "No." Jihl says, almost instantanously. "Not that I'm aware of, at least, and I tend to be one of the more well-traveled people due to my work in the army. All of my higher ranking associates are male." There's also Lightning, but Jihl doesn't like her, so forget THAT. "Palumpolum is a port city, in both the airship and water-ship sort of way. It has a direct train connection to Eden, the capital city, and a secondary train running to that new... Serendipity gambling hall place." Jihl sniffs, her opinion not high on Serendipity. "It is the city of commerce, for while we are advanced enough to shop online, they have a thriving face-to-face market."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Oh," Max replies cheerfully, spinning her back around to face him once again. He makes their way back over to the table, snagging her glasses off it with his free hand; he slips them back onto her face and raises an eyebrow. "I expected you were one-of-a-kind." Or at least VERY CLOSE to unique, given his other major fascination in the female department. "Do you not like gambling, ma chere? You seem like a very stiff woman. Even now, in the arms of a handsome thief, you are so very tense and stiff; you can relax around me, you know. I have no desire to hurt you. I /do/ desire your absolutely exquisite choker, but...c'est la vie." "I think it looks better round your neck than it would in my hands regardless." "Tell me about Eden? Your world is so very different from anything I have ever seen, and I am a man who loves to travel."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl, thankfully, does not get dizzy while spun. They dance over to the table, and her glasses perch back on the bridge of her nose; she swiftly tosses her head again, her hair falling neatly back into place over her right eyes. "I do not... particularly approve of it, no - it does nothing but cause problems for the Guardian Corps, as many people get drunk and then lose control over themselves." She is not so tense now that she's facing him - probably because two eyes is better than none. She does not comment on her choker. "Eden is our floating, capital city. There is a train from here in Palumpolum to it, or you must take an airship. That is all. It is very beautiful, floating up in the sky, with the silvers and metals gleaming." "Oh, we also have the grand race prix."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "You look /much/ more beautiful with your glasses," Max observes as her hair falls down past her face. Also, the reflection in the glass means that Max can actually turn away from the door and still watch it, so long as he keeps his eyes on her face. So far, that hasn't proved to be a difficult task. Except briefly, of course. "Will you show me around Eden one day, ma chere? Show me the wonders of your floating city, the beautiful places we could go to...mm...be alone and enjoy the view?" "Will you show me your grand prix, your silver spires, your towers in the sky?" He leans down, his lips gently brushing across hers. "Will you show me your world, ma chere Nabaat?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "I don't actually need them." Jihl admits as they continue to smoothly dance in place. "They just look pretty... plus if you've noticed, they've got my initials in script along the sides." She smirks briefly, at some various thing, but... He asks her to do many a thing, his head leaning down towards her. The much shorter woman tilts her head up, almost quizzically, her pale lips pursing briefly before she finally shrugs one shoulder, a delicate movement. "And show you everything that's available to steal?" She inquires, almost teasingly. Then he ... kisses her? Perhaps? She's not sure what to define that as, but it gets a uncharacteristic reaction from a woman who most men fear - and indeed, most men wouldn't even think of trying to touch her, much less twirl her around and well, just... do what he's doing. In that, she rises up on her tiptoes, and promptly, properly, kisses Maximilien back. A smirk crosses her face as she drops back down to her proper height, the much-shorter-than-thief woman looking undeniably smug. "Perhaps we could come to a deal."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Then let us deal, ma chere. I am always open to dealings with beautiful women, especially beautiful and dangerous women. You are almost assuredly an excellent example of both; let us deal." Max's hands slide up onto her back as she kisses him; perhaps he's not in /quite/ as much of a hurry to make an escape as he thought. Nevermind that these people didn't seem to have any concept of magic; he'd gotten in here so easily, he was actually sort of surprised. Normally in the World of Ruin, it was his technological gimos people weren't prepared for, not his magical tricks. He would resolve to ask her about that later, but for now...for now, she was offering something, and that meant he might /not/ be walking out of here empty-handed. He spins her back around, his hands slipping tight around her stomach; the much, much taller man leans down, his lips right against her ear. Years of practice manipulating people, being put to the best use he can: his own profit. "What," Max murmurs against her ear, "Did you have in mind to offer me?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl arches an eyebrow as he calls her both beautiful and dangerous - while he's not WRONG, so many people rarely call her such things to her face, especially after such... shenanigans that have happened tonight. She then is twirled, her blonde hair flying out in a swift arch to fall around her face in a brief muss. He can feel her take a deep breath with the position of his hands, then she fumbles, stripping off one of her gloves, and with perfect accuracy, landing it on top of her book at the nearby table. She holds up her hand, revealing a small silver bracelet, with two matching gems that look like the one on her choker, and her full name in Cocoon script. "Since you can't have the big gem..." She offers, couching the phrase 'big gem' so that it means much more than her choker.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "In exchange for what~?" Max inquires cheerfully. He's still keeping an eye on those alarms, of course, but he's so confident of his own control over the situation, so confident that he's completely in control of the battlefield, that he's also not really keeping too much of an eye on it. She could, if she wanted, probably call the guards; he might have to actually work his way out of this! There's a second reason for this repeated spinning, the close dancing, the tight embraces, of course. Sure, he's enjoying it thoroughly - dangerous women were the most appealing women - but he's also double-checking for wires and security systems she might be wearing. It was much easier to see that sort of thing if someone was tremendously flustered; they didn't think to check if you were checking them out, or checking out their clothing for traces of wires and mics. He has almost assuredly done this before.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Max finds mostly nothing of interest. Jihl has a in-ear radio set up that seems to be either turned off, or not connected to something; this may be why she looked so peaceful when he originally, well, Phantom Thief'd his way into the room. Underneath her left glove, she is wearing a odd technological thing that is glowing, and if Max feels like it, reeks of magic, both good and dark. How strange. "This, and your tour, in exchange for you not stealing from me or PSICOM." She does not say the Primarch, she does not say the Guardian Corps, she is that sort of woman - she protects herself and her most direct own.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Interesting," Max observes - both obviously at her offer and less obviously at the device on her hand. He slides his hand into her palm, tightening his grip around both the glove and the choker she's holding up; it was clearly valuable, real, worth something impressive. The device under her glove...he could find out about that much later. The deal wasn't bad; if these people had something of worth more interesting than the choker, it probably didn't belong to the military anyway. Guns and weapons and violence weren't treasures to him. They were toys, gadgets, things he could pick up in trade from her but hardly needed to /steal/. Stealing was for jewels, for gold, for magic items of exceptional rarity and technological marvels irreproduceable by the hand of man. Advanced machines were all well and good, but not the kind of treasure he sought. "Very well. I accept. But I have a mild condition." He spins her back to face him, dipping her down towards the floor. He's quite tall enough to do it, too! "Wear something more comfortable for my tour, ma chere, and we have a deal."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' It is clear Jihl is offering the secondary item in her jewelry set, of course, with her wearing gloves, no one is likely to notice is gone, so she can afford to lose it, watching it pass from hers to his. She gives him a somewhat - lazy smile, almost. She spins around again, and she lets out a breathless chuckle as she's dipped down. "I don't think that... is something I'm capable of doing." She murmurs, her lazy smile quirking up into a edged one.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "A shame. You would look stunning in a good dress," Max replies, sliding the jewel into his sleeve. He releases her after he's swung her back into his arms, taking a step back; two fingers brush against his forehead as he offers her a somewhat flippant, still cheerful salute, then steps back to the door. "Until next time, then, ma chere Nabaat; I will look forward to your tour nonetheless." "Au revoir." And then the door slides open, and he vanishes out of it, disappearing like the morning mist. The cameras don't even pick him up; none of the alarms trigger, and he slips out of the base and even returns the access card to the man he pickpocketed without being spotted. He tosses the jewel up into the air, then slides it back into one of his hidden pockets and heads down the street of Palumpolum, a smile on his face. It was a good day to be him.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "... good bye, phantom thief." Jihl says to the doorway, before she takes her seat again, and tries to figure out one thing: What the /heck/ just happened?!

Jihl Nabaat

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Hypothetical Swordspeople Musings

2013-01-02T04:09:39Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/01/01
|Location=Southern Continent - Tycoon Plains
|Synopsis=Faris, while taking a break in her home area by Tycoon Castle, is beset upon by Gilgamesh. Hypothetical questions and musings follow, for great amusement.
|Cast of Characters=Faris Scherwiz, Gilgamesh
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Faris Scherwiz]] has posed:''' By this point, the half-sinking of the Syldra II by the combined strengths of a ultra-savvy, talking, perverted octopus and the giant blue whale known as 'Monstro' is becoming legend across the World of Ruin. For the captain herself, it is a sad story, and currently, the ship is deep within the ports of Junon, or somewhere else, getting rebuilt. For right now, however... At the western outskirts of the forest surrounding Tycoon Castle, Faris Scherwiz sits on the grass, her coat bundled behind her head, a small fire crackling nearby as she peacefully observes the sky. Peacefully. Right.

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' He missed all the fun. /Again/. He always misses the fun; then again, he's been kind of weirdly absent lately, sort of vanished from the world at large. It's like he forgets he exists, so he doesn't for a while, until he remembers that he does, and so he does. Which is kind of confounding if you aren't Gilgamesh. It's sort of a cosmic mystery, but it's no stranger than an ageless shapeshifting grey man and his giant green shapeshifting dog whose memories are hazy at the best of times and whose intellect may in fact be...erm...thoroughly, thoroughly damaged. Kind of. Speaking of the sky, however, there's a little red speck way up in it; a little green speck next to it. It's not really hard to figure out what it is, but in case Faris isn't sure, the loud sound - like a dropping bomb, but /screaming/ - is probably enough for her to figure it out. If not, the panicked howl of the rock hound probably is. They hit the ground a little ways away from Faris; the earth explodes upwards, then comes crashing back down again, fortunately nowhere near Faris's makeshift little fire. Several trees shake, and the ground quakes from the meteoric impact; birds go flying, screaming off into the trees. Pretty routine stuff. The big grey man pulls himself out of the crater first and holds up one of his massive grey hands. "Faris! We have been looking everywhere for you, my lady. Er, Captain. We heard about the ship sinking while we were off on a grand adventure, and immediately, I decided to abandon said grand adventure and come hunting for you, because it was probably my fault you were in this situation in the first place!" Gilgamesh shakes his head as he helps Enkidu out of the crater; the hound wobbles, then pads over to Faris's fire, flopping down in front of it with a tired 'bark'. "I am sorry about your ship, Faris. Would you like us to go try and retrieve it? It cannot be that far down." Gilgamesh pulls himself free, wandering over to the fire to sit down as well. "And I am an excellent swimmer, after all."

:'''[[Faris Scherwiz]] has posed:''' Red dot, green dot. Red dot, green dot. Gilgamesh, Enkidu. "Oh, f-" Faris rolls over instantly, burrowing her face into her jacket as they impact. While it mostly does not do anything, some dirt still goes flying, most of it little bits, but Faris eventually sits back up, brushing off the back of her shirt as she watches them leave the crater. "Hello, Enkidu." She greets the Rock Hound, gently reaching over to stroke his head, before she promptly rolls her shoulders at Gilgameshs' comment. "It's fine." She says. "We got a significant part saved, it just needs a ... a /lot/ of repair. We managed to get to the Junon port, though, but it took on a /lot/ of water." She clucks her tongue tiredly.

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' "Oh," Gilgamesh replies. It seems he's stopped narrating himself in the third person, though, so there's that. He hunches over a little bit, making himself smaller (either by will or by reflex) as he does so, so as to better fit around the fire. He just sort of stares at it for a bit, quietly. "Too bad I missed it. It sounds like it was a wonderful fight. At least the ship is being repaired, though; I cannot imagine attempting to acquire another. We may have had to steal one...or worse, pay for one! And stealing ships is not so easy as stealing swords." Enkidu barks gently and rolls over onto his back to enjoy, well, not flying through the sky; the rock hound also shrinks a bit, compacting himself just as Gilgamesh had done. Gilgamesh is silent for a moment, staring deeply into the flames...flames...flames... "Say, Faris. You travel a lot. Do you know anyone big and black, with big red eyes? He looked sort of like this." Gilgamesh grabs a stick off the ground and starts drawing in the dirt. It's...well, it's not really the best likeness of anything at all, it's kind of... ...it's a good thing he fights better than he draws. "Someone like this? Bigger even than I, all in black?"

:'''[[Faris Scherwiz]] has posed:''' Faris looks at Gilgamesh. Just looks. "You know I stole that one, right? At least with the repairs, it'll stop looking like the original ship I stole, which means I can go back to Costa De Sol, but..." She shrugs. She watches them both curls up around the fire, and a small frown crosses her face. Then... Gilgamesh goes off a little bit, and she leans over next to him to look down at the drawing. The Thing with red eyes makes her shudder, before she shakes her head. "I don't... really know, Gilgamesh." The captain frowns, nibbling on her bottom lip. "Not anyone like that. I'll keep watch though..." "Why?"

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' "He ambushed me as I travelled the worlds!" Gilgamesh waves his hands above him in a far less dignified manner than he's been talking, which in and of itself is weird enough; Enkidu nods upside-down, which creates a really weird effect of his doggy head bobbing up and then slamming back on the dirt. "I was not even aware that was possible, let alone that something so big could move that way! I was walking from one world to another, talking peacefully with Enkidu, when all of a sudden the shadow man came out of nowhere and accosted us! It was a most trying battle; eventually we overcame him, but it was still quite trying and worrying! I was simply wondering if you knew of anyone who fit that description, so that I might hunt this would-be thief down and give him what for!" Gilgamesh whacks his fist on his hand to emphasize the 'what for'. "...and yes, I remembered that you stole it. But stealing one ship is less difficult than stealing a ship when you are already a wanted pirate, I suspect!"

:'''[[Faris Scherwiz]] has posed:''' "... but... Gil... how many people have that capability? To travel between the worlds as you and Enkidu do?" Faris can't help but question it, with no notes of anxiety or worry threading her voice. While the Princess of Tycoon, heart of the Fire Crystal has changed, she still lets no one know of her worries. "No, I'm sorry. I'll keep a look out." She promises this firmly, before she cracks a smile with a chuckle. "Okay, well, that's true, it'd be easier. But... this way it all dies down, really."

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' "Hmmmmm," Gilgamesh sits forward, shrinking a bit more as he rubs his chin thoughtfully. That was true! How many people DID have the capacity to do such a thing? How many people COULD walk around freely through the worlds the way he did? He knew Kaze could; the Black Wind never seemed to need a ride or anything! So if Kaze could...there were probably others who could, too! Gilgamesh's fist slams into his palm again. "Quite a few, I imagine! I know of one other, at least - his name is Kaze, the Black Wind! He and I have an accord struck from long ago...but nevermind, that is hardly important! He travels the same way I do...and if he can travel that way, so too must others be capable of the same feat, yes? It only stands to reason! You are far smarter than I am, Faris." Gilgamesh crosses his arms thoughfully, then nods, as if that was some kind of answer or something. "Have you been waiting here long?"

:'''[[Faris Scherwiz]] has posed:''' Faris shakes her head. "I just asked a question that neither one of us truely know the answer too... but perhaps you might ask Kaze, the Black WInd then? If he can travel like that, he is far more likely to have seen the fiend you are looking for than I, Gilgamesh." Whoops, sudden change of topic. Faris blinks. "Only for a day or so." She murmurs. "I could go back to the castle, but.."

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' "You are easier to find than Kaze is," Gilgamesh replies, shaking his head. "Unless he wishes something of me, it is nearly impossible. If he does wish something of me, I will not have the chance to speak to him regardless!" Gilgamesh shakes his head again. He wasn't really even sure why this was bothering him; nothing ever really DID bother him, after all....not most of the time. "I suspect you suspect it would not go over well if you returned to the castle at the moment, then?"

:'''[[Faris Scherwiz]] has posed:''' "Right." Faris is pretty sure she could find Kaze. Maybe. She leans against Gilgamesh, with a half-shrug. "It'd ... be interesting. Because Lenna's gone so they don't have any ruler on the throne right now, even though by now they've probably heard about 'Princess Sarisa of Tycoon' wandering around Goug and the rest of the World."

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' "Hmmm...perhaps." Gilgamesh admits after a moment. "Then again, without a ruler on the throne, they are likely concerned more with matters at home than afield. A kingdom without a ruler needs a strong seneschal, or a good council; the ruler must always be the head, however, and without the head, the body will eventually cease to function." Enkidu gives Gilgamesh another weird look, as if to ask what he knows about being a King, anyway. Gilgamesh either ignores it or doesn't notice. "Do not trouble yourself. It is not the life you wish for! Responsibilities are important, but there are others who can prop those up at far less cost to themself. You must live for you first; a ruler who sacrifices for his people is never the answer." Enkidu rolls over completely, propping his head on his legs and staring carefully at Gilgamesh. He would KNOW if this as some sort of imposter, and he'd alert Faris, too. Still, strange. Gilgamesh was usually not so coherent. ...maybe that most recent blow to the head.

:'''[[Faris Scherwiz]] has posed:''' Faris and Enkidu both give Gilgamesh a weird look. Considering she's still staring at him, she risks a quick look over to Enkidu, as if to ask, non-verbally, 'what the hell happened to Gil while I wasn't around to watch him?' She has language enkidu maxed, she can comprehend his answers. Faris rubs the back of her head. "I just want Lenna back. Lenna was a proper princess, a GOOD princess. I'm just a pirate."

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' Enkidu shrugs. Like he can read Gil's mind any more than anyone else in the world can. If he could, he could probably avoid a lot of the problems that befell him in life. "Well, you are a pirate captain, yes; you have your own people to lead!" Gilgamesh nods, then stands up abruptly. "A captain is like a king on a ship! It is the same! You are a fine captain, so you would probably be a fine princess...besides, is not that /boy/ hunting for your sister?" /Bartz/. /Bartz Klauser/. BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRTZZZZZZZZ! "Typhoon will last without you. For now, we should get to some civilization and find you something to eat; if you have been out here long, you are probably not doing too well in the way of supplies. Hunting is different from fishing, after all!"

:'''[[Faris Scherwiz]] has posed:''' Faris shrugs back at Enkidu. Then, to Gilgamesh: "I've ... not seen Bartz. Not since we ran into Exdeath. not since the Heartless blew our world apart. Or Krile. Or Galuf. I've not seen Lenna since then either." The party was well and truely split, and the only person Faris has even moderate knowledge on the survival of is Gilgamesh and Lenna. Drawing her legs up against her chest, Faris rests her chin on her knees, looking surprisingly close to her age compared to being more mature by doing so. "I have food." She gestures to her pair of bags sitting nearby. "I've only been out here for a day."

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' EXDEATH. It was really kind of unfair. It was Exdeath's emergence that had put a halt on his happy lifestyle of bouncing through the worlds careless, stealing weapons and fighting heroes; it was Exdeath's return and the power the dark tree wielded over him that had compelled him to return to that world, and it was Exdeath's return that had made him fight against people he really didn't care about fighting against (except for BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARTZ, of curse). Not that he would tell ANYONE this, especially not Faris; no, one of the few competent things Gilgamesh had ever done was burying his involvement with Exdeath entirely. As far as the world knew, he was simply an unrelated force of chaos. "Still, we should not linger; food dwindles swiftly in the wild, and might attract wild beasts! Like bears! Bears are ferocious beasts! They eat honey and fight swarms of giant bees in a Hundred Acre Wood, or so I am told!" No, he's never seen a bear.

:'''[[Faris Scherwiz]] has posed:''' EXDEATH is awful. Faris wants to murder him. Faris shakes her head. "Just let me have one more night by home, will you?" She asks, almost tiredly, resting her cheek against her knee. There is a sort of odd sadness and deepness to the woman that most people normally haven't seen, but time and work here in the world of ruin has changed things. "Between the three of us, we'll be FINE."

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' Gilgamesh shrugs. If she wants to rest out in the wilderness, he realy didn't have any right to stop her or anything. He wasn't her KEEPER or anything, that was silly; she was an adult woman, she could make her own decisions. "Have as many as you wish; I will stay nearby until you are ready to move on. I do not advise lingering, but I cannot stop you from staying, either." Enkidu rolls over and pads off into the woods, most likely to get a good idea of the lay of the land and stuff. Gilgamesh sits down again, resting against a tree; it shudders from his full weight. "I suppose it is not as if anything around her can challenge the mighty Gilgamesh, in any case; if it could, it could hardly challenge myself and Enkidu! And if it could, well, it could not challenge myself, Enkidu, and you! Or any combination thereof! Not that I would like to see you fight, of course; placing you in danger would be foolish and irresponsible of me."

:'''[[Faris Scherwiz]] has posed:''' Faris rumbles slightly, watching Enkidu wander off. After a few seconds, the grey-skinned swordsman will find himself with half a lap full of pirate captain, the woman leaning against him with what could be said 'all her might', but more like Faris just... needing some contact. With someone that understands her. And her world. "You're always so knightly, dear. Is this because of Sarisa, or because of Faris, though, that you are always so protective of me?" This is not a baited question; it is a honest one. Is he protecting the pirate, or the Princess?

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' "I do not understand the question," Gilgamesh replies, equally honestly; he doesn't blink, except when he feels the need to do so, and he does now, so he's clearly quite surprised by it. "Are you two different people? Does Sarisa secretly hide inside Faris and turn her skin inside-out when she does not require the services of a pirate?" ...he's not being sarcastic, either. That's an honest question.

:'''[[Faris Scherwiz]] has posed:''' "... it /feels/ like I'm two different people." Faris mutters, staring up into the sky as she shifts to rest her head on his knee to lay down. She stares into the sky, peacefully, which is somewhat surprising. "... mm, nevermind, though."

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' "Then I shall not mind." Gilgamesh shrugs, resting back against the tree. He wouldn't, either; it was already put out of his mind. It was unimportant! If she said it was unimportant, it would drift off into the ethereal vapors of his mind (as if he could even spell ethereal vapors), never to be heard from again! ...a worrying number of things might have done that already! Oh well. No time to dwell on things like that.

Faris Scherwiz

2012-12-20T03:07:53Z

SpyPoet: Added themesong, edited recent events

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Sarisa
|middlename=Scherwil
|lastname=Tycoon
|age=21
|image=Faris scherwiz.jpg
|caption=A good day to be a Pirate.
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|height=5'7
|weight=117 lbs
|series=Final Fantasy 5
|styles=Pirate
|hometown=Tycoon
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Pirates of the Carribean
|occupation=Pirate
|themesong=The Pirate's Wife's Lament - Paul & Storm Ft. Wil Wheaton
|quote="I live and fight under this flag of freedom."
|footer=Currently sailing the seas in a stolen ship, seeking crew and people needing ship-based transportation.
}}
Faris Scherwiz at first glance is the Pirate Captain of the Syldra, one of the only ships to sail without wind. Seemingly a beautiful man in the prime of his youth, Faris was raised among the pirates he captains, as an expert swords-master and a navigator seemingly fearless of the seas that he travels. In reality the lost princess Sarisa of Tycoon, Faris remains a fiercely independent person who believes in ultimate freedom. Deeply private, Faris retains his act as a male Pirate even now that her true self is known. Scattered from her fellow Light Warriors across the various merged worlds, Faris uses her force of personality to be able to travel the world to find them - because no matter how much the Heartless fight, Faris will be there, flying the flag of freedom. 

Skills: Father I Know This World Has No Tomorrow, But I Will Fight For It, I Live To Protect It With My Life, Heart Of Fire, Soul Of Courage, Ambiguous Gender, Hidden Heart Of Gold, In Touch With His Feminine Side, Odd Couple, The Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything, More Than Meets The Eye, I am Who?

==Relationships==

{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Group
! scope="col" width="550" | Who All Is In It
|-
|Allies||[[Bartz Klauser]], [[Galuf]], [[Lenna Tycoon]], [[Gilgamesh]], [[Gilgamesh|Enkidu]], [[Jasmine]], [[Krile]]
|-
|Adversaries|| [[Exdeath]]
|-
|Acquaintances|| [[Avira]], [[Maira]], [[Angantyr Vespar]], [[Aerith]], [[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Don Corneo]], [[Chocolina]], [[Queen of Cards]]
|-
|}

===Allies===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="550" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Lenna Tycoon]]||Lenna Tycoon is supposed to be the reigning princess of the fallen land of Tycoon. She normally would be, if it weren't for the fact that Faris is actually Sarisa Scherwil Tycoon, the oldest sister of the Princesses of Tycoon, and thus the actual heir to the throne. Faris loves Lenna with all the fierceness of her pirate-heart, and the fact that they've got seperated and she once again doesn't know if she's alive or dead is actually rather... disheartening.
|-
|[[Bartz Klauser]]||Bartz started out as an annoyance; he was part of Lenna's original trio of Bartz, Lenna, and Galuf. He then became someone that was just as vested in saving the world as the two sisters were, and now he's Faris' friend. With everything that happened, she's lost contact to him too.
|-
|[[Galuf]]||Galuf is this sort of crazy, ultra-wise person whose goal seems to be to help out the Warriors of Light. He's had amnesia, but evidently he was one of the original Warriors of Dawn that fought Exdeath. Faris respects him for this. Since Exdeath was released, Faris hasn't heard from him.
|-
|[[Krile]]||Krile is evidently Galufs' granddaughter. Details are very strange, and aside from a brief meeting, Faris knows nothing about her, nor where she is at this moment in time.
|-
|[[Gilgamesh]]||A multi-armed grey-skinned swordsman with a knack for the sword arts and the crazy all rolled up into insanity. Enough. Said.
|-
|[[Gilgamesh|Enkidu]]||Gilgameshs' best friend, and a rock dog. Faris is pretty respectful of him, and occasionally sorry for him - it can't be easy, taking care of Gilgamesh by yourself, but Enkidu does just fine, it seems.
|-
|[[Jasmine]]||Jasmine is a young woman who asked Faris to help get them out of Costa De Sol to Bevelle. Faris and Jasmine have come to a understanding about hope - after all, that's what you do when you know you're both princesses and heirs to your respective thrones - hope. Jasmine's attitude and her willing to always help also mark her as a great person... not princess. Jasmine is more than just a princess, she's a woman with dreams, and Faris respects that.
|-
|}

===Adversaries===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="550" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Exdeath]]||"You threw my world into ruins. You helped these shadows take over. You took away my sister after I found her again... I will hurt you."
|-
|}

===Acquaintances===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="550" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Avira]]||Avira is a young woman of some skill, aligned with the VALKYRI group, if Faris remembers correctly. She's a guest, currently, on Faris' newest ... (stolen) ship.
|-
|[[Maira]]||Avira's friend, also possibly with VALKYRI. She does magic, and can over-do it. Currently traveling with the rest on Faris' ship.
|-
|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||A Dark Knight, bodyguard(?) of Jasmine. He's very capable. While they are somewhat similiar, Faris realizes that he doesn't exactly trust her; but that's okay, because she doesn't really trust him... but maybe time will change that. Things do change over time.
|-
|[[Aerith]]||A pretty young lady. Knows Faris' in her Princess disguise, under her real name 'Sarisa'.
|-
|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||The barkeep at the Seventh Heaven in the Slums of Goug. A pretty young woman, who probably has some skills. Knows Faris' in her Princess disguise, under her real name 'Sarisa'.
|-
|[[Don Corneo]]||A ... gambler, Faris thinks. Just as overdramatic as Gilgamesh is; tried to recruit Faris to dress up as a chocobogirl while at the Seventh Heaven. No way. Noooo way. Knows Faris' in her Princess disguise, under her real name 'Sarisa'.
|-
|[[Queen of Cards]]||The Queen of Cards and Gilgamesh had quite a connection a quite awhile back; Faris isn't sure what happened, but this calm, cool, and collected lady surely has secrets. Knows Faris' in her Princess disguise, under her real name 'Sarisa'. Quite possibly also knows the truth behind the disguise: That it is true!
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Faris Scherwiz

2012-12-08T21:42:49Z

SpyPoet:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Sarisa
|middlename=Scherwil
|lastname=Tycoon
|age=21
|image=Faris scherwiz.jpg
|caption=A good day to be a Pirate.
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|height=5'7
|weight=117 lbs
|series=Final Fantasy 5
|styles=Pirate
|hometown=Tycoon
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Pirates of the Carribean
|occupation=Pirate
|quote="I live and fight under this flag of freedom."
|footer=Found Gilgamesh. Again.
}}
Faris Scherwiz at first glance is the Pirate Captain of the Syldra, one of the only ships to sail without wind. Seemingly a beautiful man in the prime of his youth, Faris was raised among the pirates he captains, as an expert swords-master and a navigator seemingly fearless of the seas that he travels. In reality the lost princess Sarisa of Tycoon, Faris remains a fiercely independent person who believes in ultimate freedom. Deeply private, Faris retains his act as a male Pirate even now that her true self is known. Scattered from her fellow Light Warriors across the various merged worlds, Faris uses her force of personality to be able to travel the world to find them - because no matter how much the Heartless fight, Faris will be there, flying the flag of freedom. 

Skills: Father I Know This World Has No Tomorrow, But I Will Fight For It, I Live To Protect It With My Life, Heart Of Fire, Soul Of Courage, Ambiguous Gender, Hidden Heart Of Gold, In Touch With His Feminine Side, Odd Couple, The Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything, More Than Meets The Eye, I am Who?

==Relationships==

{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Group
! scope="col" width="550" | Who All Is In It
|-
|Allies||[[Bartz Klauser]], [[Galuf]], [[Lenna Tycoon]], [[Gilgamesh]], [[Gilgamesh|Enkidu]], [[Jasmine]], [[Krile]]
|-
|Adversaries|| [[Exdeath]]
|-
|Acquaintances|| [[Avira]], [[Maira]], [[Angantyr Vespar]], [[Aerith]], [[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Don Corneo]], [[Chocolina]], [[Queen of Cards]]
|-
|}

===Allies===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="550" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Lenna Tycoon]]||Lenna Tycoon is supposed to be the reigning princess of the fallen land of Tycoon. She normally would be, if it weren't for the fact that Faris is actually Sarisa Scherwil Tycoon, the oldest sister of the Princesses of Tycoon, and thus the actual heir to the throne. Faris loves Lenna with all the fierceness of her pirate-heart, and the fact that they've got seperated and she once again doesn't know if she's alive or dead is actually rather... disheartening.
|-
|[[Bartz Klauser]]||Bartz started out as an annoyance; he was part of Lenna's original trio of Bartz, Lenna, and Galuf. He then became someone that was just as vested in saving the world as the two sisters were, and now he's Faris' friend. With everything that happened, she's lost contact to him too.
|-
|[[Galuf]]||Galuf is this sort of crazy, ultra-wise person whose goal seems to be to help out the Warriors of Light. He's had amnesia, but evidently he was one of the original Warriors of Dawn that fought Exdeath. Faris respects him for this. Since Exdeath was released, Faris hasn't heard from him.
|-
|[[Krile]]||Krile is evidently Galufs' granddaughter. Details are very strange, and aside from a brief meeting, Faris knows nothing about her, nor where she is at this moment in time.
|-
|[[Gilgamesh]]||A multi-armed grey-skinned swordsman with a knack for the sword arts and the crazy all rolled up into insanity. Enough. Said.
|-
|[[Gilgamesh|Enkidu]]||Gilgameshs' best friend, and a rock dog. Faris is pretty respectful of him, and occasionally sorry for him - it can't be easy, taking care of Gilgamesh by yourself, but Enkidu does just fine, it seems.
|-
|[[Jasmine]]||Jasmine is a young woman who asked Faris to help get them out of Costa De Sol to Bevelle. Faris and Jasmine have come to a understanding about hope - after all, that's what you do when you know you're both princesses and heirs to your respective thrones - hope. Jasmine's attitude and her willing to always help also mark her as a great person... not princess. Jasmine is more than just a princess, she's a woman with dreams, and Faris respects that.
|-
|}

===Adversaries===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="550" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Exdeath]]||"You threw my world into ruins. You helped these shadows take over. You took away my sister after I found her again... I will hurt you."
|-
|}

===Acquaintances===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="550" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Avira]]||Avira is a young woman of some skill, aligned with the VALKYRI group, if Faris remembers correctly. She's a guest, currently, on Faris' newest ... (stolen) ship.
|-
|[[Maira]]||Avira's friend, also possibly with VALKYRI. She does magic, and can over-do it. Currently traveling with the rest on Faris' ship.
|-
|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||A Dark Knight, bodyguard(?) of Jasmine. He's very capable. While they are somewhat similiar, Faris realizes that he doesn't exactly trust her; but that's okay, because she doesn't really trust him... but maybe time will change that. Things do change over time.
|-
|[[Aerith]]||A pretty young lady. Knows Faris' in her Princess disguise, under her real name 'Sarisa'.
|-
|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||The barkeep at the Seventh Heaven in the Slums of Goug. A pretty young woman, who probably has some skills. Knows Faris' in her Princess disguise, under her real name 'Sarisa'.
|-
|[[Don Corneo]]||A ... gambler, Faris thinks. Just as overdramatic as Gilgamesh is; tried to recruit Faris to dress up as a chocobogirl while at the Seventh Heaven. No way. Noooo way. Knows Faris' in her Princess disguise, under her real name 'Sarisa'.
|-
|[[Queen of Cards]]||The Queen of Cards and Gilgamesh had quite a connection a quite awhile back; Faris isn't sure what happened, but this calm, cool, and collected lady surely has secrets. Knows Faris' in her Princess disguise, under her real name 'Sarisa'. Quite possibly also knows the truth behind the disguise: That it is true!
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Faris Scherwiz

2012-12-03T06:20:31Z

SpyPoet: Typo.

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Sarisa
|middlename=Scherwil
|lastname=Tycoon
|age=21
|image=Faris scherwiz.jpg
|caption=A good day to be a Pirate.
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|height=5'7
|weight=117 lbs
|series=Final Fantasy 5
|styles=Pirate
|hometown=Tycoon
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Pirates of the Carribean
|occupation=Pirate
|quote="I live and fight under this flag of freedom."
|footer=Found Gilgamesh. Again.
}}
Faris Scherwiz at first glance is the Pirate Captain of the Syldra, one of the only ships to sail without wind. Seemingly a beautiful man in the prime of his youth, Faris was raised among the pirates he captains, as an expert swords-master and a navigator seemingly fearless of the seas that he travels. In reality the lost princess Sarisa of Tycoon, Faris remains a fiercely independent person who believes in ultimate freedom. Deeply private, Faris retains his act as a male Pirate even now that her true self is known. Scattered from her fellow Light Warriors across the various merged worlds, Faris uses her force of personality to be able to travel the world to find them - because no matter how much the Heartless fight, Faris will be there, flying the flag of freedom. 

Skills: Father I Know This World Has No Tomorrow, But I Will Fight For It, I Live To Protect It With My Life, Heart Of Fire, Soul Of Courage, Ambiguous Gender, Hidden Heart Of Gold, In Touch With His Feminine Side, Odd Couple, The Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything, More Than Meets The Eye, I am Who?

==Relationships==

{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Group
! scope="col" width="550" | Who All Is In It
|-
|Allies||[[Bartz Klauser]], [[Galuf]], [[Lenna Tycoon]], [[Gilgamesh]], [[Gilgamesh|Enkidu]], [[Jasmine]], [[Krile]]
|-
|Adversaries|| [[Exdeath]]
|-
|Acquaintances|| [[Jasmine]], [[Avira]], [[Maira]], [[Angantyr Vespar]], [[Aerith]], [[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Don Corneo]], [[Chocolina]], [[Queen of Cards]]
|-
|}

===Allies===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="550" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Lenna Tycoon]]||Lenna Tycoon is supposed to be the reigning princess of the fallen land of Tycoon. She normally would be, if it weren't for the fact that Faris is actually Sarisa Scherwil Tycoon, the oldest sister of the Princesses of Tycoon, and thus the actual heir to the throne. Faris loves Lenna with all the fierceness of her pirate-heart, and the fact that they've got seperated and she once again doesn't know if she's alive or dead is actually rather... disheartening.
|-
|[[Bartz Klauser]]||Bartz started out as an annoyance; he was part of Lenna's original trio of Bartz, Lenna, and Galuf. He then became someone that was just as vested in saving the world as the two sisters were, and now he's Faris' friend. With everything that happened, she's lost contact to him too.
|-
|[[Galuf]]||Galuf is this sort of crazy, ultra-wise person whose goal seems to be to help out the Warriors of Light. He's had amnesia, but evidently he was one of the original Warriors of Dawn that fought Exdeath. Faris respects him for this. Since Exdeath was released, Faris hasn't heard from him.
|-
|[[Krile]]||Krile is evidently Galufs' granddaughter. Details are very strange, and aside from a brief meeting, Faris knows nothing about her, nor where she is at this moment in time.
|-
|[[Gilgamesh]]||A multi-armed grey-skinned swordsman with a knack for the sword arts and the crazy all rolled up into insanity. Enough. Said.
|-
|[[Gilgamesh|Enkidu]]||Gilgameshs' best friend, and a rock dog. Faris is pretty respectful of him, and occasionally sorry for him - it can't be easy, taking care of Gilgamesh by yourself, but Enkidu does just fine, it seems.
|-
|[[Jasmine]]||Jasmine is a young woman who asked Faris to help get them out of Costa De Sol to Bevelle. While Faris doesn't really know the woman, there is a brightness to her, and a serene, sweet charm that made her agree to do so ... sigh. Faris isn't sure what to make of her, but she suspects that Jasmine is hiding something from her... but what?
|-
|}

===Adversaries===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="550" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Exdeath]]||"You threw my world into ruins. You helped these shadows take over. You took away my sister after I found her again... I will hurt you."
|-
|}

===Acquaintances===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="550" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Avira]]||Avira is a young woman of some skill, aligned with the VALKYRI group, if Faris remembers correctly. She's a guest, currently, on Faris' newest ... (stolen) ship.
|-
|[[Maira]]||Avira's friend, also possibly with VALKYRI. She does magic, and can over-do it. Currently traveling with the rest on Faris' ship.
|-
|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||A Dark Knight, bodyguard(?) of Jasmine. He's very capable. While they are somewhat similiar, Faris realizes that he doesn't exactly trust her; but that's okay, because she doesn't really trust him... but maybe time will change that. Things do change over time.
|-
|[[Aerith]]||A pretty young lady. Knows Faris' in her Princess disguise, under her real name 'Sarisa'.
|-
|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||The barkeep at the Seventh Heaven in the Slums of Goug. A pretty young woman, who probably has some skills. Knows Faris' in her Princess disguise, under her real name 'Sarisa'.
|-
|[[Don Corneo]]||A ... gambler, Faris thinks. Just as overdramatic as Gilgamesh is; tried to recruit Faris to dress up as a chocobogirl while at the Seventh Heaven. No way. Noooo way. Knows Faris' in her Princess disguise, under her real name 'Sarisa'.
|-
|[[Queen of Cards]]||The Queen of Cards and Gilgamesh had quite a connection a quite awhile back; Faris isn't sure what happened, but this calm, cool, and collected lady surely has secrets. Knows Faris' in her Princess disguise, under her real name 'Sarisa'. Quite possibly also knows the truth behind the disguise: That it is true!
|-
|}

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Faris Scherwiz

2012-12-03T05:56:45Z

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{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Sarisa
|middlename=Scherwil
|lastname=Tycoon
|age=21
|image=Faris scherwiz.jpg
|caption=A good day to be a Pirate.
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|height=5'7
|weight=117 lbs
|series=Final Fantasy 5
|styles=Pirate
|hometown=Tycoon
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Pirates of the Carribean
|occupation=Pirate
|quote="I live and fight under this flag of freedom."
|footer=Found Gilgamesh. Again.
}}
Faris Scherwiz at first glance is the Pirate Captain of the Syldra, one of the only ships to sail without wind. Seemingly a beautiful man in the prime of his youth, Faris was raised among the pirates he captains, as an expert swords-master and a navigator seemingly fearless of the seas that he travels. In reality the lost princess Sarisa of Tycoon, Faris remains a fiercely independent person who believes in ultimate freedom. Deeply private, Faris retains his act as a male Pirate even now that her true self is known. Scattered from her fellow Light Warriors across the various merged worlds, Faris uses her force of personality to be able to travel the world to find them - because no matter how much the Heartless fight, Faris will be there, flying the flag of freedom. 

Skills: Father I Know This World Has No Tomorrow, But I Will Fight For It, I Live To Protect It With My Life, Heart Of Fire, Soul Of Courage, Ambiguous Gender, Hidden Heart Of Gold, In Touch With His Feminine Side, Odd Couple, The Pirates Who Don’t Do Anything, More Than Meets The Eye, I am Who?

==Relationships==

{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
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! scope="col" width="100" | Group
! scope="col" width="550" | Who All Is In It
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|Allies||[[Bartz Klauser]], [[Galuf]], [[Lenna Tycoon]], [[Gilgamesh]], [[Gilgamesh|Enkidu]], [[Jasmine]], [[Krile]]
|-
|Adversaries|| [[Exdeath]]
|-
|Acquaintances|| [[Jasmine]], [[Avira]], [[Maira]], [[Angantyr Vespar]], [[Aerith]], [[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Don Corneo]], [[Chocolina]], [[Queen of Cards]]
|-
|}

===Allies===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="550" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Lenna Tycoon]]||Lenna Tycoon is supposed to be the reigning princess of the fallen land of Tycoon. She normally would be, if it weren't for the fact that Faris is actually Sarisa Scherwil Tycoon, the oldest sister of the Princesses of Tycoon, and thus the actual heir to the throne. Faris loves Lenna with all the fierceness of her pirate-heart, and the fact that they've got seperated and she once again doesn't know if she's alive or dead is actually rather... disheartening.
|-
|[[Bartz Klauser]]||Bartz started out as an annoyance; he was part of Lenna's original trio of Bartz, Lenna, and Galuf. He then became someone that was just as vested in saving the world as the two sisters were, and now he's Faris' friend. With everything that happened, she's lost contact to him too.
|-
|[[Galuf]]||Galuf is this sort of crazy, ultra-wise person whose goal seems to be to help out the Warriors of Light. He's had amnesia, but evidently he was one of the original Warriors of Dawn that fought Exdeath. Faris respects him for this. Since Exdeath was released, Faris hasn't heard from him.
|-
|[[Krile]]||Krile is evidently Galufs' granddaughter. Details are very strange, and aside from a brief meeting, Faris knows nothing about her, nor where she is at this moment in time.
|-
|[[Gilgamesh]]||A multi-armed grey-skinned swordsman with a knack for the sword arts and the crazy all rolled up into insanity. Enough. Said.
|-
|[[Gilgamesh|Enkidu]]||Gilgameshs' best friend, and a rock dog. Faris is pretty respectful of him, and occasionally sorry for him - it can't be easy, taking care of Gilgamesh by yourself, but Enkidu does just fine, it seems.
|-
|[[Jasmine]]||Jasmine is a young woman who asked Faris to help get them out of Costa De Sol to Bellevue. While Faris doesn't really know the woman, there is a brightness to her, and a serene, sweet charm that made her agree to do so ... sigh. Faris isn't sure what to make of her, but she suspects that Jasmine is hiding something from her... but what?
|-
|}

===Adversaries===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="550" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Exdeath]]||"You threw my world into ruins. You helped these shadows take over. You took away my sister after I found her again... I will hurt you."
|-
|}

===Acquaintances===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="550" | Thoughts
|-
|[[Avira]]||Avira is a young woman of some skill, aligned with the VALKYRI group, if Faris remembers correctly. She's a guest, currently, on Faris' newest ... (stolen) ship.
|-
|[[Maira]]||Avira's friend, also possibly with VALKYRI. She does magic, and can over-do it. Currently traveling with the rest on Faris' ship.
|-
|[[Angantyr Vespar]]||A Dark Knight, bodyguard(?) of Jasmine. He's very capable. While they are somewhat similiar, Faris realizes that he doesn't exactly trust her; but that's okay, because she doesn't really trust him... but maybe time will change that. Things do change over time.
|-
|[[Aerith]]||A pretty young lady. Knows Faris' in her Princess disguise, under her real name 'Sarisa'.
|-
|[[Tifa Lockhart]]||The barkeep at the Seventh Heaven in the Slums of Goug. A pretty young woman, who probably has some skills. Knows Faris' in her Princess disguise, under her real name 'Sarisa'.
|-
|[[Don Corneo]]||A ... gambler, Faris thinks. Just as overdramatic as Gilgamesh is; tried to recruit Faris to dress up as a chocobogirl while at the Seventh Heaven. No way. Noooo way. Knows Faris' in her Princess disguise, under her real name 'Sarisa'.
|-
|[[Queen of Cards]]||The Queen of Cards and Gilgamesh had quite a connection a quite awhile back; Faris isn't sure what happened, but this calm, cool, and collected lady surely has secrets. Knows Faris' in her Princess disguise, under her real name 'Sarisa'. Quite possibly also knows the truth behind the disguise: That it is true!
|-
|}

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Faris Scherwiz

2012-11-26T20:56:52Z

SpyPoet: Tweaked tables, added logs and cutscenes.

Celina Duvalis

2012-11-22T03:20:49Z

SpyPoet: Created page with "{{Character Infobox |firstname=Celina |lastname=Duvalis |age=30 |species=Human |sex=Female |height=5'9 |weight=130 lbs |series=Gargoyles |styles=Healer |hometown=New York City..."

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Celina
|lastname=Duvalis
|age=30
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|height=5'9
|weight=130 lbs
|series=Gargoyles
|styles=Healer
|hometown=New York City
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Criminalist
|themesong=Section Quartet - Time Is Running Out
|quote="It'll be okay, I promise."
|footer=Rejoined the Twilight Detective Agency after some time away.
}}
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Faris Scherwiz

2012-09-19T15:21:19Z

SpyPoet: Mild edits for wikicode.

Faris Scherwiz

2012-09-19T15:08:28Z

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2012-09-19T15:07:33Z

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