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Zargabaath

2012-11-26T21:19:47Z

Synestria: /* Allies and Enemies */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Judge
|middlename=Magister
|lastname=Zargabaath
|age=40s, at least
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=6' (at least)
|weight=unknown
|series=Final Fantasy 12
|styles=Judge Magister
|hometown=Archadia
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Archadian Empire
|occupation=Judge Magister
|quote="Power is tempered through wisdom."
}}
= Allies and Enemies =

Allies:

Friends:

Aquaintences:

[[Faruja Senra]] - An extremely pious mouse that fights on the side of light and against the heartless. That's good enough for me.

[[Aerith Gainsborough]] - A woman that wished to learn how to fight, yet has magic that rivals the most powerful mages I've ever seen. A very kind soul as well.

[[Angantyr Vespar]] - Dark Knight who keeps beating his chest at me the dishonors done to his country. Yet he's a mercenary. If he truly knew what I was doing, he'd probably hate me even more.....for not telling him.

Enemies:

Heartless - The more I hear about these.....things, the more I'm tempted to fight against them. I do fear that Lord Vayne, Judge Magister Ghis and Judge Magister Bergan would use these abominations for their own ends. I, however, refuse to let them into the 12th fleet.

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Zargabaath

2012-11-26T21:18:18Z

Synestria: /* Allies and Enemies */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Judge
|middlename=Magister
|lastname=Zargabaath
|age=40s, at least
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=6' (at least)
|weight=unknown
|series=Final Fantasy 12
|styles=Judge Magister
|hometown=Archadia
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Archadian Empire
|occupation=Judge Magister
|quote="Power is tempered through wisdom."
}}
= Allies and Enemies =

Allies:

Friends:

Aquaintences:

Faruja Senra - An extremely pious mouse that fights on the side of light and against the heartless. That's good enough for me.

Aerith Gainsborough - A woman that wished to learn how to fight, yet has magic that rivals the most powerful mages I've ever seen. A very kind soul as well.

Angantyr Vespar - Dark Knight who keeps beating his chest at me the dishonors done to his country. Yet he's a mercenary. If he truly knew what I was doing, he'd probably hate me even more.....for not telling him.

Enemies:

Heartless - The more I hear about these.....things, the more I'm tempted to fight against them. I do fear that Lord Vayne, Judge Magister Ghis and Judge Magister Bergan would use these abominations for their own ends. I, however, refuse to let them into the 12th fleet.

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Pixi

2012-11-26T20:44:56Z

Synestria: /* Allies and Enemies */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Pixi
|age=20s
|species=Viera
|sex=Female
|height=6'10", 7'10" with the ears
|weight=Not telling
|series=FF12
|styles=Dragoon Bunny
|hometown=Rabanastre
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Unaffiliated
|occupation=Dragoon
|quote=Darkness shall not consume us.
}}

Notes: Pixi does wear heels due to the form of her feet.

= Allies and Enemies =

Allies

[[Aerith Gainsborough]] - I shall protect you with my life, my lady.

[[Tifa Lockhart]] - You certainly are perky, aren't you? A bright light in a dark place.

[[Rinoa Heartilly]] - An optimistic girl with a lot on her mind. I do hope you get things sorted out. I'll help you if you need it.

Acquaintances

[[Faruja Senra]] - You're certain one of the most pious mice I have ever met. I hope it's not misplaced.

[[Kaydin]] - Oath or not, you need to choose which side you're on. Swearing an oath means nothing if you know what your country is doing is wrong.

[[Rhyme]] - Quirky little girl that loves steak ramen.

Enemies

Heartless - You will always be my enemy, soul-less things. Anyone who attempts to wield you intentinally also draws my ire.

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The Judge, The Mouse and the Guardian

2012-11-24T22:30:04Z

Synestria: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2012/11/24 |Location=Rabanastre |Synopsis=Faruja and Zargabaath meet up early for a charity function, where they meet Auron. Cirra makes an appear..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2012/11/24
|Location=Rabanastre
|Synopsis=Faruja and Zargabaath meet up early for a charity function, where they meet Auron. Cirra makes an appearance before resuming her guard duties, when a heartless attacks Rabanastre.
|Thanks=Cirra, Faruja and Auron for giving their best.
|Cast of Characters=Faruja Senra, Auron, Cirra Constantine, Zargabaath
|pretty=yes
}}

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Rabanastre. The city paradise in the middle of a desert. Or so it seems. It's still a jewel on the outside, however, archadian forces have been occupying the town for a number of weeks after Vayne Solidor's coronation to Lord Regent. Of course, after the banquet, Vayne has been strangely absent from Rabanastre. In his place, however, has been the 12th Airship Fleet, headed by none other than Judge Magister Zargabaath. Some people in Rabanastre feel this is a fortunate turn of events because he's one of the more reasonable Judges. Others still feel that any Archadian involvement means trouble, or a place to look for trouble. However, this is one of the calmer days. Judge Magister Zargabaath walks through the main part of the city, but this time he has no guards. That is because Judges and soldiers are spread all over the city. Apparently they're preparing for something that shall he happening rather soon....today in fact. He's telling some of the judges and soldiers to head for the gate and to look for something that should be coming towards the main gates soon.

:'''[[Auron]] has posed:''' Well, Auron has no idea what is or isn't coming to the gates of the city. Aside from him, as he's approaching those gates. He looks relatively nonthreatening, except for the sword on his back. And he's making no move to go for it. At first glance he looks like nothing more than an old man walking in the desert -- and who walks in the desert without some for of protection against monsters, right? It's only when the more astute get a glimpse of him as he nears the gates that the discrepancies can be picked out. That is a very big sword to be used by an old man. And the way he moves does not indicate frailty or age one bit. There's a confidence in his movements that suggests strength, belying the downcast head and slumped shoulders.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' After yesterday's negotiations, one Temple Knight Faruja Senra finds himself on standby. Charged with overseeing the coming charity event and ensuring nothing goes tailwards, the Burmecian has little to do other than to babysit. Dressed today in his far more utilitarian, though by the standards of most other armies highly lavish, armor and robes the rat is at least looking comfortable. He had a mage enchant it with a cooling enchantment so he doesn't overheat. The babysitees seem to be a trio of humans. One is a bespectacled, book-bearing woman with short blonde hair and a rather mousey appearance wearing the robes of a White Mage as well as wearing the cross of a Priestess. The other two are dressed similarly to the Burmecian, with spears on their backs and green robes, but lacking in the golden armor. One is a young man, barely past fifteen from the looks of things, while the other is a woman in her early twenties. The older Squire shakes her head as she peers about. "Whuts wi' all the hustle and bustle, eh? Don't suppose they're doin' all this jus' fer us?" The younger one shakes his head, one brow twitching. "Uh...dunno. L...Lord Senr..ack!" A clawed, gauntleted hand swats the boy-squire on the back of the head. "Did I not tell you to drop that stuttering? You shall make us look as fools! We represent the Church, here, Squire. See to it that you do not embarrass us!"

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Standing on the battlements of the battlements of the great gates of Rabanastre is a gargoyle like armored figure. Feminin but strong, the armor of the Judges hides the full identity of Cirra Cosntantine, but seeing as she's standing on the edge of the wall like it was nothing at all makes it look like she doesn't care if she falls, or is seen. The Judge walks, stepping over hte arrow slits in the wall as she watches the traffic below. The group from hte church, more travellers and... Cirra pauses, and peers down. There. That man. Something about the way Auron walks hits a nerve in her mind somehow. She hops off the wall and then walks down the stairs, much less obviously then just standing on the wall, but she was probably already seen.

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' One of the guards steps in front of Auron and holds up his hand for Auron to stop. "Halt. State your name and business." The guard is very blunt. Another guard moves over to assist, noting Auron's huge sword. Faruja and his squires draw a bit more attention, and a couple more guards his way, getting the same treatment near Auron as they approach the gate. There's still plenty of guards to cover for them. However, shortly after they are stopped, Zargabaath steps towards the gates and comes down the steps towards Faruja. "Templar Senra. You're early. I didn't expect you until tomorrow." He holds out his hand for the burmecian to shake.....with a couple of the guards obvious disapproval....but they won't voice it.....

:'''[[Auron]] has posed:''' Cirra may be quite visible, but with his head down, it's unlikely that Auron has seen her from his distance. Or if he has, he makes no mention of it. Faruja's group earns a glance, but Auron doesn't bother them. Though he does raise an eyebrow -- a two-legged, talking rodent? That's an odd sight. But then... he found a pair of flying lizard-people... at least, he thinks they were lizards. Auron stops when he's asked by the guards, and raises his head to fix the guard who stopped him with an unreadable gaze. And to the request? "...Auron. I seek temporary shelter." Because it's a desert, and there's really nowhere else to go. Never mind the fact that he doesn't appear to be sweating. He remains calm, though. Even if that flat, unreadable, one-eyed gaze might be a little unnerving.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra reaches the guards stopping Auron and watches for a moment. "Stand aside..." she uses one hand to get betweent he two soldiers. Regular soldiers tend not to like Cirra though, there are ...rumors about her. That she did something to herself to get advancement into hte Judges, or curried favour. "Auron." she says, eyes concealed by her helmet. "You seek temporary shelter from the desert heat, but you seem no worse for having walked through the heat." Cirra can do that... But Cirra's been modified by Dr. Bunansa.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja's one-eyed gaze sweeps the lesser guards, Judges, and finally lands on a Judge Magister. Not that he can really pick out Zarg thanks to the armor, and his nose is quite useless what with all the crowds. But he makes an educated enough guess. As the soldiers near, the Burmecian gives his chatting Squires each a discrete swat to the leg with his tail. The pair form up, at parade ground attention, the mousey Priestess blocked nearly from view if it weren't for the fact that she's taller than Faruja. "Oh dear me, bless you, my Children! May the Lord bathe you in His Divine Light!" Comes the rather squeaky voice of the Priestess as she greets the guards. Faruja and the Squires salute as one. "As the Lady Priestess says, fine guardians of Arcadia. Temple Knight Faruja Senra of the Most Holy Church of Saint Ajora Glabados, and my charges. We are here to see about preperations for the charity event...ahh! Your Honor! Do excuse me, fine guard." A bow, and the little group approaches the Judge Magister. As a hand is offered, Faruja waves off his two Squires confused looks. The hand is taken, and shaken with the look of someone esperately trying to /not/ be awkward. "Fare you well, Your Honor? Lord bless you. A most annoying habit of mine, or so I am told! But better early than late, I say. Besides, these things always take more time to set up than anyone realizes." One of the Squires looks to Auron, then approaches Faruja. She whispers in his ear, then gestures to the red-coated man before stepping back. The 'talking rodent' briefly turns his own gaze to Auron.

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' "Good to see you again, Templar." Zargabaath says as he looks over the squires that are with him. "I Suppose you shall take a walkthrough to see where you will be advertising your wares and all." He then nods and waves away the guards. Who definitely seems to glower at the group there. However, Zargabaath seems to be a little distracted, mostly by the man in the red coat, and how Cirra seems to be questioning him about his travels through the desert. He may intervene in a moment, if need be. He looks back to Faruja though. "Have you all brought weapons? Just in case You are accosted by theives?"

:'''[[Auron]] has posed:''' The words from Cirra seem to indicate suspicion. Auron raises the brow of his visible eye. "...Is that something you would leave a traveler out in the desert with no shelter over?" he inquires, looking to her with that brow raised. To his credit, he doesn't deny it, though. And while he waits, he manages to catch Faruja's glance to him, and nods once, politely, in greeting. He'd speak to the rodent fellow and his entourage, but he's kinda getting grilled right now. Zargabaath's presence doens't go ignored, either, and the Judge Magister might notice a look aimed his way. But before long, Auron will return his attention to the woman who is grilling him.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra looks Auron up and down again. "No." "You can find shelter most easily in Lowtown." then stands aside. Both of the guards give her dirty looks like she's just done something she shouldn't have. "Enjoy your stay in Rabanastre."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Wares. The entire Church party, minus the Priestess, peer at the Judge Magister for a moment before softening. He's technically correct, they /are/ fundraising. "Indeed. And scrape up any locals who may wish to assist. We are expecting about twenty others, knights, Priests, and various healers and laborers come time to set to work. No doubt we will be swamped, however. It shall be a long, but rewarding, day and night. To tell it bluntly, I much prefer this sort of work to what else usually comes of my position." Faruja nods at the Judge's question, unslinging his usual spear. The Squires do the same, though their weapons are far more simple. As for the Priestess, she reaches into her robes to reveal a firearm. The indicated weapons are quickly replaced, however, before the little group can make too much of a stir. "W...we had three on the way, Your...Your Honor." The young Squire answers. As for Faruja, Auron gets a smile, one ear perked towards the man and his grilling. Seems he's taken care of his own self! Still, best to extend a hand. "Ahh, pardon, Honored Judge and Ser. Mayhap you are one Ser Auron, beholden to a certain Lady Priestess Yuna of Besaid?" Cirra gets an apologetic bow.

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Nodding to the squires and Faruja, Zargabaath nods as he sees all of the weapons. However, to the stuttering squire, Zargabaath turns to him and chuckles. "I want you to try something to help yourself out. Before you speak, think about what you're going to say. Then speak a little slower. It may help you out in the long run." However, then his attention is turned towards Cirra and Auron. "Excuse me for a moment." he says before hearing Faruja's comments, and he waves the squires over towards Faruja. He doesn't know anything of Besaid or Lady Priestess Yuna, but he's determined to hear what's going on.

:'''[[Auron]] has posed:''' Auron nods once, respectfully, to Cirra. And to the guards as well. "...Thank you." This too is aimed at both Cirra /and/ the guards. However, Faruja's inquiry gets his attention. Not because the Burmecian has /his/ name... but because he spoke Yuna's. However, Auron is not a man who gives much information, especially when it's not needed. Especially not when he's not sure whether Bevelle has given up on that whole 'heretic' business they'd been talking on. Something seems strange about the title, too -- 'Lady Priestess'? What kind of title was that? So instead, Auron replies to the question... with a question of his own. "...Do you know her?" he inquires, raising that brow again. He's not looking to keep anyone out of the conversation it seems. At least, not yet.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra simply stands aside to let Auron past. Zargabaath seems to want to speak to him. When Faruja bows in apology to her, Cirra tilts her head slightly. She's not completely sure how to respond, and just nods stiffly.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' The Squire stiffens at being addressed, the poor kid at first being unable to speak. The female Squire looks amused more than anything. Gulp. After a moment, he nods. "Thank you...Your Honor." Comes the mostly un-stuttered words. It's a start. Then, there's Auron. Faruja's tail slowly curls, the Burmecian wearing a warm smile as he moves to better sit within Auron's good side. "A passing acquaintance. I met the Lady shortly before her departure from this city to Traverse Town some time ago. Quite the interesting person, I must say, your charge. For a woman who at first seems so...soft, there lies steel most sharp and well tempered." The rat chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. He coughs slightly, pausing for effect. "But more to the point, she made mention of a few things that are of theological interest to me. She is quite scarce, however, it seems and thus I must take what means lay before me. Perhaps you would be willing to enlighten a humble Knight upon a few points? At your leisure, purely. And as a lone traveler...and more importantly, something of a Knight if I've the look of you, I cannot help but see you to a decent set of accomodations for your stay. What say you, hmm, Ser Auron?" The older Squire whispers to the rat again, and Faruja rubs one of his ears. "My, my, my but the heat deprives me of my manners! Temple Knight Faruja Senra of the Most Holy Church of Saint Ajora Glabados, at your service!" A low, sweeping bow is given to the red-coated warrior, the Burmecian's snout nearly touching the ground as he does so.

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Zargabaath smiles beneath his helmet at the squire, and nods. His gazes falls upon Judge Constantine, but then turns towards Auron, while listening to Faruja. 'Ser' huh? So this man must be a knight as well, he thinks. He stands there quietly as Faruja introduces himself, however waiting until Auron introduces himself.

:'''[[Auron]] has posed:''' Oh, Auron will most definitely keep Faruja on his left side. As well as keep as many people that are here on that same side. He wants to make sure he can see as many people in this little group as possible. Trust? What's that? On a more serious note, he's not underestimating any of the people gathered here. Even if they do look a little, er, 'mousey'. But as he listens to Faruja's description of Yuna, he nods. Yup, He's met Yuna all right. However, it's the mention of things Yuna said that 'are of theological interest' to the Burmecian that draws that brow to rise again. But he doesn't speak just yet. As for whether he'd 'enlighten' the Burmecian on a few things? "...Depends on what you want to know." Because there are things he won't speak of yet. Oh but THEN! Then the introduction. A knight of a church? Oh, /this/ is rich. The irony brings a tiny, wry smirk to his face, hidden mostly by the collar he wears -- unless one is taller, mind. But seeing that smirk might not be necessary; the soft 'hmf' of amusement that follows as he closes that eye briefly is clear enough. However, he does return the bow, with one of his slow, respectful nods. Notably, Auron hasn't admitted that he's a knight, and when he gave his name to the guards, he only offered his name. But neither has he denied it. And since he gave his name to the guards -- and because this 'Faruja' already spoke it -- he doesn't see the need to introduce himself again. He does look to Zargabaath, but since the Judge Magister hasn't spoken, neither does Auron.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' As the other begin to converse, Cirra looks to Zargabaath, "I'll retake my post, your honour." and turns, heading back up hte stairs to the battlements.

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Nodding to Judge Constantine, Zargabaath grants her leave to go without a word. Before he can introduce himself........a scream can be heard from inside of the city......and one guard from inside of the city flies past them, into the sand. He's not dead, but he's not getting back up. More guards rush in, but three more are thrown out to join the first. Zargabaath groans, but looks up to Judge Constantine. "Remain at your post!" He then begins to walk, not run, walk his way into the main part of the city. There they find heartless attacking people, and the body of one person in the middle of all of this. "Guards.....evacuate the people here. We'll deal with them."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "Namely? The Lady mentioned certain spirits. Ones, on my own homeland at least, that were considered naught but the tales of fancy, dreamers, and those a touch too deep in their cups. She also made mention of some form of Pilgrimage that she was on, or an interrupted one at any rate. Certainly you can understand my interest, as a Knight of the Church." Smile. As Cirra makes her way back to her post, she gets a bow in passing. Then, there's a scream from inside the City. Faruja turns to his companions even as he draws his weapon. The others do the same. A shared nod comes to the group. "Come! Squire Jenny, stay with the Lady Priestess, and tend to any wounded. M'Lady? Try to calm the citizenry if you please, and help the guards direct them. Soothe their souls, and their bodies. Squire Jake, we've work to do." Two salutes and a nod later, and the group is off, splitting up as ordered. Faruja and the stutter squire are soon at the Judge Magister's heels. "Your city, Your Honor. We are at your service." The Burmecian readies protective spells as they make their way to the chaos.

:'''[[Auron]] has posed:''' Auron sends a look to the departing Judge, nodding in farewell as she makes to retake her post. But then the scream draws Auron's attention up, and he frowns. Guards start flying then, and he looks up, to see the source of the problem. Whatever it is, it's in the main part of town. Zargabaath will probably note pretty quickly that he has someone else following him, at the same pace. And once the source of the issue is seen... his eye narrows. That's right. With a Heartless threat in Rabanastre, the people receive the temporary use of the Lady Yuna's Guardian Auron. Limited time offer! And from the looks of it, it's an offer he needs to be taken up on! As they near the site of battle, he readies no protective spells -- he has none, sadly. What he does do, however, is ready for battle. He draws his sword from the sheath on his back, shakes his left arm free of the coat, and slides his left foot forward. To buy the others time while they cast their protective magics, Auron turns his attention to the Heartless. "YOU! Do not move!" he growls, channeling his energy into the shout. Hopefully it will surprise the Heartless enough that as he darts forward, his distracting attacks don't get countered viciously....

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Speaking in it's gutteral language, it completely ignores Auron's attack and raises it's arms into the air.....summoning even MORE heartless into the area. This could get very very ugly quickly....

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Even as more heartless pour into the area, Zargabaath tromps his way forward. "DOn't let them slow you down. We must fight towards the one summoning them!" He growls before slashing a few times at the heartless that summoned them, one of them a very nasty type of cut.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Auron's threat seems to fall on deaf ears, but at least it's gotten the creature's attention off of the Holy Knight as he casts. Unfortunately, it seems as though the beast has summoned friends. The stuttering Squire steps ahead as the small beasts make their appearance, sweeping his spear and stabbing at those who get too close. Faruja smiles despite the situation. He'll make a Knight out of this one yet! With his Squire assisting the Judge Magister in cutting a path, Faruja focuses on the summoning Heartless. Gripping his spear, it glows white with Holy power as he incants. "Armor won't help the heart stay sharp! Shellburst Stab!" Thrusting the weapon at the beast, a purple crescent of energy falls from the sky, aiming to slam into the beast's chest. The female Squire assists the guards and lesser Judges in ferrying the people away from the fighting. The Priestess calls out to the multitude, doing much the same, in a far more beseeching and soothing manner of prayer. The little mousey bookworm isn't above assisting, however, flicking her gun out from her robes. An aim, and BLAM! "Fear not the demon, for it cannot hope to touch the soul of the pious!"

:'''[[Auron]] has posed:''' Well, that didn't work. Somehow the Heartless managed to avoid his attack. No surprise; that happened a lot. Powerful as Auron was, he wasn't exactly what one would call overly accurate. A very speedy opponent is an almost impossible obstacle for him without assistance. That in mind, he turns his attention on the Heartless that were summoned. If he can't hit the one that did the summoning, he can at least try to keep the numbers of summoned down some. And he has to respond to the priestess, too. "...They won't need their souls if they're dead. Right now, worry more about their lives."

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' The Heartless are slashed, blasted and hammered by the gourp that is assaulting them. Only, the more they attack, the more heartless spawn from their former bodies. two becomes four, four become eight, and more. The leader wiggles his fingers a bit and all of them feel a lot heavier all of a sudden....before suddenly gravite seems to really really spike and pull them down!

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Zargabaath doesn't stop advancing upon the heartless. Even with the heavy gravity, his stomping only becomes a lot louder.....even leaving cracks in the cobblestone as gravity increases. His sword becomes heavier, but he still slashes at a heartless that comes close to him. another slash to a heartless that comes near, and still he advances. A third slash comes out, causing one of the heartless to bleed darkness out of it.....which it seems all of the heartless feel....

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' The Priestess doesn't respond, instead glaring at Auron. Faruja, however, does. "Hold thy tongue! Death comes to us all, only our souls are immortal!" A pause, and gravity proceeds to crush both Templar and Squire darn near to their knees, rather unhealthy sounds being made by their bodies. "But the sentiment I can agree with. Fah, to the air Squire!" The two Church warriors spring upwards despite the added force of gravity, not without some effort. Simply bypassing the the crowds of Heartless, one holy-infused spear and a simple weight-enhanced one has the pair crashing down upon the Heartless! Hit or miss, they're both not foolish enough to get rounded upon, and leap back quickly away from the Heartless to assist their less agile friends.

:'''[[Auron]] has posed:''' Auron's response to Faruja's proclamation? "...Hmf." There's not really time to make a proper response. Because suddenly Auron's limbs feel very heavy. Augh, he knows that feeling. And in response, he turns his sword and plants it upon the ground... just as the spell begins to take hold. The added weight presses the tip of that blade against the cobblestones hard enough to crack them slightly under the blade. But regardless Auron pushes through it, moving forward as well. So! It's going to use magic, is it? Well, he can try to fix that. He channels energy into his blade as he moves forward. And as he swings, a blue gleam slides down the blade. Contact with the Heartless -- this he's aiming at the boss Heartless, even if he has to /cut through the rest/ to get to it!

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Seeing the attack coming, The main heartless simply steps out of the way from Faruja and his squires. What DOES seem to have this heartless worried, are the advancing Zargabaath, despite gravity affecting him, as well as Auron, who are cutting up it's summoned allies like a hot knife through butter. However, it then begins to cackle.....and raises it's arm into the air....bringing unnatural cold into the area, as well as large ice shards.

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' The shards of ice hit Zargabaath in the chest, and even dent his armor in a few spots. Still, Zargabaath continues to advance. His sword begins to glow as he gets withint a few feet from the magical heartless. Zargabaath raises his sword into the air and growls out at the heartless. "You shall not darken Rabanastre......ANYMORE!!" His sword, with the Judge Magister's conviction flashes and shines with a bright white light as he raises high above his head.....just as the heartless begin to swarm upon the three of them. Then the light explodes out in a bright pulse of holy light, daring to destroy all of the heartless in one attack.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' The lack of a response seems to satisfy Faruja, even if it's not for the reasons the rat's assuming. Though the pair missed with their strikes, both rat and Squire continue to fight despite the wounds already inflicted. Faruja seems more angry than anything, while the Squire is far more worse for wear. As spells come for him and his younger companion, the Templar quite simply knocks the boy behind him and thrusts his holy-charged spear. "Absorb power in the sky and strike! Lightning Stab!" A blade of lighting forms in front of the Burmecian, blowing aside the spells tossed at him and piercing into the beast. Zarg, however, isn't missed by Faruja. Those techniques, ones he's seen before and used, have him raising a brow. Could the Judge Magister be a Holy Knight as well? Raising his spear, the rat mutters a prayer. Leaping into the air as Zarg calls down Holy fury, angel wings sprout from the rat's back formed of the very same element. Raising his spear, he quite simply chucks it at the creature, redoubling the explosion caused by the Judge Magister. "In the name of the Heavenly Father, and his Divine Son Saint Ajora Glabados, be you cast back into the Pit from whence you came Demon!"

:'''[[Auron]] has posed:''' No sooner does he feel the cold than Auron steps back a bit, bringing his sword up to defend. The worst of the shards are deflected, but still others actually strike him. It hurts, and frost begins to form on his coat and his skin at the freezing strikes. Auron is further distracted by Zargabaath's holy strike -- ow, that kinda hurts his eyes. This leaves him the last to act. And in addition, he doesn't use anything flashy, unlike the other two. He's no holy knight. His concern is just to get in there and knock this thing out, before it hurts anyone else.

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' The Heartless are pretty much extinguished by the combined might of Auron, Faruja and Judge Magister Zargabaath. Despite all of the attacks, the lead heartless struggles to get up to it's knees after all of those attacks. It gets to it's knees and finds Zargabaath standing over it. It doesn't get a chance to react before Zargabaath plunges his sword into the Heartless' chest. "Vae Victus...." He whispers......as the heartless fades to nothingness......

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' With one final sword-plunge, the damnable abomination is dead. Faruja takes a moment, crossing himself and praying. Then, he spies the initial victim in all of this, and rushes to the traveler's side after a glance to ensure the other three aren't about to keel over dead. "Squire! Bandages!" the Templar calls out to his subordinate as he begins casting, the Holy Dragoon Life and Curaga-ing the man into hopeful life. The Squire, breathing heavily, makes his way over and starts to tend to the man's lesser wounds. "Are you both alright? I shall see to your wounds in a moment. Well fought, Sers." Luckily, there's a White Mage in the house. Mousey Priestess and the older Squire are soon on scene, each aiding in the curing of the group at large.

:'''[[Auron]] has posed:''' Auron has some last words for the Heartless. Just as Zargabaath's blade pierces the thing for the final time, he grunts, "...Hmph. If you were as powerful as you were ugly, maybe you'd have been trouble." And when it seems to be well and truly over, Auron shifts to sheathe his sword again, and pull his left arm back to its tucked position in his coat. Then he turns, to look at the others who had fought, and at any civilians that might have been caught in the attack. Faruja's comment brings his attention to the ratling, and he shakes his head. "...I'm fine. Tend to the injured townspeople," he notes, his voice gentle. And sure enough, with that frost beginning to melt from him, he... doesn't look injured. No bruises, no scratches, no blood. Not even his coat is torn....

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Zargabaath looks over to Faruja and nods. With the cure spells tossed out, the man is up in no time, shaken, but otherwise fine. Turns out his only affront was catching his wife cheating on him with another man. Jealousy ensued and.....well...we all saw what happened. Zargabaath sighs a bit as he looks to Auron. Finding him unscathed, he looks to Faruja. "How about you, templar? How do you fare?

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja can't help a brief, incredulous look as that ice melts away from Auron. Not a lick of damage. The Templar's seen one too many battlefields to know the likelyhood of such is near nil...at least back home. A twitch of his rat-nose, and an oddly muted smell hits him. Yet, still human. Single eye narrowing briefly, he returns his attention back to reviving the poor civilian. "Curious." he mutters as he goes about his work. And soon enough, the man's up! Faruja bows to the poor guy. "Lord bless you." "A bit worse for wear, Your Honor, but nothing the Lady Priestess and I cannot repair." They start first in on Zargabaath, followed by the Squire and finally the Templar himself. At the end of it, they're all in one piece, though the Squire looks dreadfully tired.

:'''[[Auron]] has posed:''' Auron is probably not from the home that Faruja knew. He does seem relatively all right, and he'll look over the others to make sure they are at least well enough to be standing. As he doesn't appear to be needed just yet, Auron will stand to the side, so that the other two can talk. They appear to, if not know each other, have at least some kind of understanding that he doesn't share. In the meantime, he will begin to assist the townspeople with cleanup. There's probably some damage from such a sudden attack.

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Eventually, things calm down and most of the townspeople thank Auron and Faruja. Some glares at Zargabaath, but grudgingly thank him for defending them when they needed it most. Some people inquire as to what they were. Others, such as the man who collapsed, pass it up as a bad dream. Zargabaath, after he's patched up, walks his way over towards Faruja. "Thank you for your assistance, Templar." he then looks to Auron. "You as well, Auron."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "'Tis a Templar's duty to protect the innocent Faithful." Faruja deflects, before bowing to the two men. "If you both will excuse us, we should report this matter. Good day, Sers." The Church party is off, forming up as they make their way to their lodgings.

:'''[[Auron]] has posed:''' Even as Faruja and his party depart for parts unknown in the city, when he's addressed by Zargabaath, Auron is suddenly... no longer there. there's nothing left behind to indicate where he might have gone, no indication that he walked away. No footprints on the sand-strewn cobblestones, nothing. For not being all that speedy, he sure makes a halfway decent impression of a ninja, doesn't he?

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Zargabaath observes the guards as they clean up the destruction of the heartless. However, Zargabaath has made a mental note on how Heartless can suddenly enter someplace.

Synestria

2012-11-24T00:56:07Z

Synestria:

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|age=20s
|species=Lamia/Human. Is able to Shapeshift between them
|sex=Female
|height=30+ feet (lamia) / 5'2" (human)
|weight=A lot (Lamia) / 110 lbs. (human)
|series=FF4
|styles=Black Mage (Lamia) / Dancer (Human)
|hometown=Troia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Unaffiliated
|occupation=Black Mage/Dancer
|quote="You shouldn't judge a book by it'sssssss cover."
}}
[[File:Synestria-FK-Lamia.gif]] [[File:Synestria-FK-Dancer.gif]]

= Allies and Enemies =

Allies

[[Auron]] - Sir Auron, it is a pleasure to know you and fight alongside of you.

Acquaintances

[[Tifa Lockhart]] - A beautiful young lady who worked out a deal with Xanatos. Interesting that she smells like a fighter.

[[David Xanatos]] - A temporary alliance that will benefit us both, but you don't need to know my true nature......yet.

[[Rubicante]] - The Fiend of Fire. I may have defeated you once, but your alliance with the heartless will end badly for you.

Enemies

[[Sho Minamioto]] - A loud little brat that needs to learn the value of silence, whether temporary or permanent, I care not.

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

Synestria

2012-11-24T00:52:37Z

Synestria:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Synestria
|age=20s
|species=Lamia/Human. Is able to Shapeshift between them
|sex=Female
|height=30+ feet (lamia) / 5'2" (human)
|weight=A lot (Lamia) / 110 lbs. (human)
|series=FF4
|styles=Black Mage (Lamia) / Dancer (Human)
|hometown=Troia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Unaffiliated
|occupation=Black Mage/Dancer
|quote="You shouldn't judge a book by it'sssssss cover."
}}
File:Synestria-FK-Lamia.gif File:Synestria-FK-Dancer.gif

= Allies and Enemies =

Allies

[[Auron]] - Sir Auron, it is a pleasure to know you and fight alongside of you.

Acquaintances

[[Tifa Lockhart]] - A beautiful young lady who worked out a deal with Xanatos. Interesting that she smells like a fighter.

[[David Xanatos]] - A temporary alliance that will benefit us both, but you don't need to know my true nature......yet.

[[Rubicante]] - The Fiend of Fire. I may have defeated you once, but your alliance with the heartless will end badly for you.

Enemies

[[Sho Minamioto]] - A loud little brat that needs to learn the value of silence, whether temporary or permanent, I care not.

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

File:Synestria-FK-Dancer.gif

2012-11-24T00:47:11Z

Synestria:

File:Synestria-FK-Lamia.gif

2012-11-24T00:31:31Z

Synestria:

Zargabaath

2012-11-22T01:18:36Z

Synestria:

The Judge and the Mouse

2012-11-21T20:01:22Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2012/11/21
|Location=Traverse Town
|Synopsis=Judge Magister Zargabaath meets King Mickey for the first time, and they talk about Heartless, exchanging information about them.
|Thanks=King Mickey
|Cast of Characters=King Mickey, Zargabaath
|Tinyplot=N/A
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Quietly trotting out of the hotel, Zargabaath seems to be locking his helmet back into place. Looking up as his own guards come out, he finds thta the Alexander is starting to flt into Traverse Town's airspace as well as a few other airships. However, Zargabaath doesn't ask for any more information, now speaking with his guards about something that seems muted between them. However, other guards seem to mill around, buying supplies, weapon and armor pieces, etc.

:'''[[King Mickey]] has posed:''' Sitting atop one of the walls, Mickey Mouse appears to be casually glancing about at the ruckus being created as a result of Zargabaath's soliders. Kicking his feet out leisurely, the king watches the soliders go about their business while being among the other inhabitants of Traverse Town, hustling and bustling all the while as they gather all the supplies requested by their commander. He takes a moment to turn away from his people watching and up towards the airship that is coming into port, The Alexander. His eyes widen in awe of the mighty warship, appearing easily impressed as he speaks, "That is one impressive ship. Certainly, a sight to behold, if I do say so myself."

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Turning his Helmeted head, Zargabaath looks towards the mouse upon the wall. One of the guards starts to accost Mickey upon the wall. "you will address him as 'Your honor', mouse." Apparently not knowing who this mouse is. Zargabaath rolls his eyes at his Aide and places a hand upon his shoulder. "Forgive my aide, sir. He is still learning that manners tend to win more hearts than force." His helmeted head then turns towards his Aide, then back to the Mouse. "I do thank you, sir." Addressing Mickey with a bit of respect. "You seem to know a little bit about ships, though I don't know who you are. I am Judge Magister Zargabaath, commander of the 12th Archadian Fleet, and captain of that ship, the Alexander, the flagship of the 12th fleet. It is a pleasure to meet you." He does bow to Mickey, but rises up quickly afterwards.

:'''[[King Mickey]] has posed:''' Mickey turns to face the guard that is addressing him directly, blinking at his sudden retort. Even though caught off guard by the remark, the mouse does not seem to take offense. Rather, he seems quite the opposite! A smile curls about the mouse's lips as the troops' commander steps in to not only interject but offer an apology and an equally polite compliment, "No, need to apologise my good sir." From there, The King leaps from his place upon the wall and begins descending to the ground. He grasps onto a nearby lamp, twirling around the post before landing gracefully a couple feet from the soliders. He quickly glances to the solider who addressed him before turning to the commander to continue where he left off, "I am certain he meant well." As Judge Zargabaath introduces himself and rises, Mickey smiles once again and with a light chuckle, says, "No need to be so formal with me, your honor. However, I assure you that pleasure is mine in meeting with such a well mannered individual such as yourself." and then proceeds to extend his hand to the much larger human, "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Mickey. What brings you to Traverse Town, Zargabaath?"

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' "Well mannered individuals seem to be in short supply in the Arcadian Empire lately." Zargabaath says to Mickey, but looks directly at his guard next to him, whose helmeted head lowers under the Judge Magister's glare. "Forgive me, your honor." The guard says. "You should be apoligize to....Mickey here.....not to me." The guard then apologizes to Mickey as well, then steps back. The other guard, seeing Mickey's acrobatics, begins to reach for his sword, except Zargabaath stops him as well. "You draw that sword, I will red card you. Do I make myself clear?" Zargabaath's warning makes the guard take his hand away from his sword very slowly, and lower his head as well. "Forgive my guards, Mickey. They are a little on edge after last night. A dark knight decided to try and pick a fight with me, for the atrocities that the Archadian Empire has dealt to him. While I do not blame his actions, picking a fight with me is the wrong way to handle his current situation." However, he does take Mickey's gloved hand in his gauntleted hand and shakes it a couple of times. "What brings me to traverse town seems to be what is plaguing many dimensions lately....The Heartless. I've been looking for information about them in Traverse Town, among other places, and have been paying people for that information, more munny the more valuable information given."

:'''[[King Mickey]] has posed:''' Once again, The King does not seem to take offense to the guards actions though does acknowledge their apology's with a brief nod, "No harm done though your apology is appreciated.", provides an empathetic glance to each of the guards as the judge explaines their current situation. Mickey's ears perk up at the mention of a dark knight, as well a quirk of his brow as he turns his gaze back to address Zargabaath. Mickey folds his arms across his chest and continues, "Well, I imagine if I were involved in a skirmish like the one you described, I'd imagine I'd be a lil skitish myself. So I can certainly preciate your predicament." Mickey tilts his head and asks, "You mentioned a Dark Knight attacked you for some past greviences and they claim it was made by your country and provoked the assault. Could you describe this individual by chance?" The King also takes note of the Judge's reasons concerning The Heartless though one subject at a time.

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' "Dark armor, annoying personality. One thing I did hear was his name was Vespar, apparently a former noble in a coutry archadia absorbed a few years ago. Regrettable, but from the way he described it, rather than just peacefully taking the country, they attacked it, killing just about everyone, and he's taken up arms against the whole of Arcadia. Unfortunately, it sounds like Judge Magister Bergan was the one who attacked his home, since that is precisely his tactic: to attack until there's absolutely no hope of winning, then he'll allow you to surrender if he's in a good mood. or so it seems to me." He then crosses his arms. "He didn't physically attack me, if that's what you mean...."

:'''[[King Mickey]] has posed:''' King Mickey says, "Well, at least that's a good thing. I was just asking because I had met a dark knight here in town a couple days ago and was not sure if you encountered the same person or not." Mickey turns towards The Alexander as he considers how to inquire further about the Judge's pursuit of the Heartless. To The King, it is a most noble goal and given the Archadian Empire's resources, they would stand better odds against them than most. Still, as a Keyblade Master, he is wary of anyone taking on the heartless. Too much life has been lost to them already and everyday that list continues to grow larger. The King's gaze shifts from the warship to the Judge's soliders and then back to Zargabaath, offering him a weak smile. At least one thing is for certain in the King's mind, at least they are pursuing the same goal. He decides to break the silence and asks, "So, you are actively pursuing The Heartless plaguing other worlds, huh? Have you found out anything of interest in your travels across worlds?"""

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Zargabaath says, "I had met another Dark Knight that is in a a similar situation as I am. Bound by an oath to serve his king, even though his king is actively using heartless to attack other provinces. My emperor hasn't used heartless yet, and, if I have anything to say about it, he won't." he then looks back to the Alexander. "Unlike the other Dark Knight, named Kaydin, I cannot so casually abandon my post. I have men under my command that I cannot simply abandon, and I fear the 12th fleet would not follow me, most people would, but I would rather have Archadia, as a whole, not be comsumed by Heartless, as well as lands it now controls. Drace would probably agree with me, as would Larsa, I hope." He then looks to Mickey again. "It seems Heartless are little more than mere animals. They try to find pure hearts, and then consume them. It also seems that you CAN control them, by sheer force of will, but if your will lessens control, even for a bit, the Heartless can break free, and devour you." He then grumbles under his helmet. "And, apparently, if you wield dark power, you risk becoming one of them." He then chuckles a bit, under his helm. "Good thing I do not."""

:'''[[King Mickey]] has posed:''' Mickey listens to Zargabaath, who continues to reveal a little more of his character at a time as they both look onto The Alexander, "I see you take great pride in being honorable and not taking your position as a leader lightly. You hold true to your love for both kin and country. I highly respect that." and then turns back to the judge, "I must say it suits you." Unfortunately, most of what the Judge Meister has explained is already known to The King. However, while it may not be particuarly useful to him, Mickey is glad to see others are starting to pick up on certain characteristics. Also, with the Judge's willingness to share his information, it would be impolite for the mouse not to do the same. He does seek to return the favor by saying, "The Heartless may appear mindless or animalistic as you said though it has been my experience they can cordinate themselves rather effectively in larger numbers, particularly if they are being controlled by a master as you mentioned. I would caution you to be wary as you would be fighting any other foe."

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' "Yes. That LEXUS person did mention being able to control them, so I must...." Zargabaath then stops to listen to Mickey as he mentions larger numbers. "Is that right? I shall not underestimate them then. Treat them, as I would any other foe, and destroy them. Give them no mercy for I shall not receive any." He then looks back to the Alexander, just before one guard steps up to Zargabaath and bows to him. "Your honor, the supplies have been loaded." Zargabaath looks to his Aide and nods quietly. "It seems I must be away, Mickey. I have heard of another place that beaars investigating.....a place called 'Baron', that has been openly using Heartless themselves, as well as a place called 'Manhattan'." He then bows to Mickey. "Farewell, Mickey. We shall meet again soon and talk more of this Heartless menace." He then turns with his cloak flowing behind him, and walks to a waiting airship to take him back to the Alexander.

:'''[[King Mickey]] has posed:''' King Mickey nods to Zargabath, offering a wave to the Judge Meister as the two parts ways, "Farewell to you as well, Judge. Until our next encounter, I bid you safe passage in your up coming travels!" With that said, The King takes his own leave and begins making his way towards District 3. However, this encounter was not for naught! He gladly takes the Judge's information and plans to make these places called Baron and Manhatten his next two stops.

Zargabaath Investigates Traverse Town

2012-11-13T20:57:38Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2012/11/12
|Location=Traverse Town
|Synopsis=Zargabaath Brings the Alexander to find out more information about the Heartless and finds out a little bit of information about them. He also meets Aerith, Faruja and others willing to fight the Heartless. Of course, during an argument, Maira and Aerith meet up for the first time and wish to talk further about a place in their past that they share.
|Thanks=To all the players who attended this plot.
|Cast of Characters=Faruja Senra, Avira, Maira, Rhyme, Aerith, Zargabaath
|Tinyplot=N/A
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Traverse Town. One of the more lawless towns in the world of mist, and yet, it has it's own types of laws that aren't written. Mostly silent rules by gangs, thieves and those sort of people. Most of the deals are done in darkened alleys or away from the lights that make up traverse town. So it should be no surprise that few people are welcoming a Judge Magister. Zargabaath steps off of a small airship along with a pair of aides that decided to 'volunteer' to assist Zargabaath in searching for Nethicite that could turn up in any of these alternate worlds, or even reports of Heartless that had been sighted, and what better place to get information, than a place that tends to gather information 'off the record'.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Being a ~mighty adventurer~, Avira has no need to fear this part of town. More to the point, unfortunately, sometimes she had to deal with the people in these parts, handling a request or too-provided she was paid for it. Funds had still been difficult for her to hold onto lately. After all, not ALL the requests coming out of this place were dirty deeds that needed to be done dirty cheap. Speaking of such...Avira seems to be looking for something herself as she walks about. Clutched in one of her hands is a white envelope. Just as she turns the corner, she finds herself staring down a tall person in the most imposing armor ever, flanked by two guards. After a moment spent processing the scene, she realizes what she's seeing and her eyes immediately widen. A faint swear escapes her and she darts back around that corner.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' She hadn't woken up here, but heard about this place where travelers from different words converge. One of the best places for obtaining information of any kind, about anything. So naturally it wasn't long before she found her way to Traverse Town, and while impressed by many of the new sights, she had business to tend to. Aerith would have entered the main square where she'd heard the airship landing, were it not for her almost running into someone. On reflex, she put her right hand onto the left shoulder of whoever was about to bump into her, and only then did she look down. Her eyes widened upon instant recognition. "...You."

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Narrowing his eyes under his helm, Zargabaath noticed that the vagrant recognized him and ran off. "Find that vagrant." He orders one of his aides, who immediately rounds the corner in pursuit of Avira. However, Zargabaath turns to his other aide, who hands him a scroll, which unrolls into a map of traverse town, showing the 'respectable' shops in it.....unfortunately, the map is a few years old....

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' That "vagrant" was dressed in Rabanastre clothing no less. Being a citizen of Ivalice, Avira knows a Judge Magister when she sees one. Bad news all around! And what if him being here meant for that horrible thought of Baigan's to come to pass-Archades and Baron, allied! Lost in her thoughts, she all but plows into poor Aerith, only for the taller woman to hold her back by the shoulder. After a moment, recognition dawns upon Avira as well, "You!" The clanking of someone in armor approaching results in the huntress making a face. "Uhnicetoseeyouagaingottago!" Avira sidesteps Aerith and takes off in a frantic run. In her wake, it seems Avira dropped that white envelope she was holding. It's unmarked save for a little red heart drawn on the front.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' QUICK! INSERT A DISTRACTION! Suddenly, Maira! That should be the new hit comedy series. Seriously though. Suddenly, Maira is standing in front of the Judge, looking waaaay up and admiring his armor, her amber eyes wide with amazement. "Whoooooaaaaaaaaa," she says. "You have amazing armor! How cool is that! I can't even see any skin! That is SO COOL," she says, circling him.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith blinked as Avira ran off before taking note of something she'd dropped. She knelt to pick it up, turned it over in her hands. "Interesting... I wonder who it's for?" Someone ran past her, and she looked over her right shoulder to watch him scurry off in Avira's direction. "I don't know what's going on, but I'm going to find out." She stood and made her way toward an imposing man in armor. She stopped after about three feet of walking when she realized someone else was already there. Aerith leaned against a nearby wall and watched, content with observation for the moment. Sometimes, one could understand a few things just by listening.

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' The guard that had been ordered to find Avira literally stomps right up to Aerith against the wall and grabs her roughly. "COme with me, vagrant!" And literally drags Aerith back towards Zargabaath. Continuing to look at the map, Zargabaath rolls it up and peers down at Maira. His aide, however, is not pleased. "YOU WILL ADDRESS HIM AS 'YOUR HONOR!", Yelling at Maira as she circles him. However, the Judge magister raises his hand.....and gestures for the aide to move out of his line of sight. "Is there somethign I can help you with, young lady?" As he finishes that sentence, The other aide almost throws Aerith to her hands and knees in front of him. "I have found the vagrant, Your honor." Zargabaath's helmet turns slowly to the aide, then down to Aerith, then back up to the Aide. "This is not the woman I sent you for. Was it necessary to treat her so roughly?" He then waits a few seconds as the aide stands there....with his mouth wide open. "Help. Her. Up." Zargabaath says in his most commanding voice. "uh...yes....Yes Your Honor!" and he helps Aerith up. "Are you all right?" Zargabaath says when Aerith gets to her feet.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' "Wait, I'm not-" And then she got dragged off, gritting her teeth as the guard handled her quite roughly, thank you very much. She wanted to fight back, to chew him apart with biting words... but held herself in check. No, this would all be made clear soon, if the man in armor was at least of some intelligence. Thump, on the ground she goes. And then... yes, confirmed. He's far more intelligent. She dusts herself off and looks up to the man, who apparently has chosen to wear a helm concealing his features. "I'm fine, thank you for asking." She glanced toward the guard with a smile. "Simple mistake. I'm sure it won't happen again." Aerith directed her gaze back toward the armored figure, considering him for a moment. He was... quite tall, imposing, but... she felt nothing from him that spoke of malice. It made her smile brighten. "Your name, if I might ask?"

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Unfortunately for people pursuing in armor, Avira's pretty light on her feet. By the time that one aide arrives at Aerith, Avira's already disappeared down an alleyway. Hiding in the darkness, she keeps her ears open, keenly listening for the approach of the guard. Only she hears the man shouting at some other person to 'come with them.' "...wait, /vagrant/? I'm not a vagrant." Avira huffs. Suddenly, she notices that her letter/Quest Item is no longer in her hands. She pats herself down looking for it frantically, realizing she must've dropped it when she fled. Edging back to the alley entrance, she looks back where she came and notices that Aerith is missing. Two and two quickly comes together. "...oops." That's no good. She'll have to go back and do...something about that. Edging out of the alleyway, Avira sneaks her way back over, but doesn't round that corner of fate where she knows the Judge Magister is, choosing to keep her back pressed up against the wall so she can listen in.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira is not not prepared to be yelled at for her curiosity! She looks up at the aide with wide eyes that look as thought they MIGHT just start to brim with tears. Man, as these guys from Baron? Because she is already starting to associate ridiculous mean people with Baron. When another guy drags over a woman Maira finds vaguely familiar, she is thinking maybe she stepped into something she shouldn't have. Gee, really? The armored guy is more polite, and to him she smiles a little. "Nope, I just saw you and wanted to have a closer look is all. Uh, your honor," she says, then looks to Aerith, smiling helpfully. "Hello! Are you alright?"

:'''[[Rhyme]] has posed:''' Step One To Rhyme's Life Improvement Scheme: Use 100% more sayings and idioms. Step Two to Rhyme's Life Improvement Scheme: Stop RUNNING INTO PEOPLE! Step One is a work in progress, but Step Two takes WORK. Work in PAYING ATTENTION. So Rhyme carefully strides down Traverse Town's streets, dodging the wacky architecture and populace as she wanders. And then... Oh! It's a Judge! A really /important/ one by the look of things. And... Aerith! Getting throw to the ground by a meaniepants aide. She frowns deeply, something inside her boiling up. An anger she didn't knew she had. But then, as she approaches, it seems to work itself out without her, so... The boiling anger and weird feelings subside. Seriously what was that? She spends a few moments checking herself before carefully approaching.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "Now, now! Hold still young Ser! Let me finish." One Temple Knight Faruja Senra chides, just an alleyway away from the group of Magister, Cetra, Valkyri, and fire lady. The object of his chiding happens to be a young boy, wearing rather raggedy clothes, sporting a newly tied sling for his left arm. Dried tears sit on his cheeks, the boy's Mother looking on with mixed worry and relief. "H...hey. Feels better now. That trick of yours worked!" the boy says, and Faruja smiles. "'Tis known as White Magic, dear young Ser. Now up with you, follow your Mother home, hmm? Should be healed in three days, or thereabouts." Faruja too stands, and offers them both a bow. The Mother very simply wraps up the short Burmecian in a hug. "Oh thank you so much, kind Knight! We couldn't afford a Doctor..." Faruja squeaks, suddenly lacking in air. She notices, letting him go. The Templar shoos them away. "Think nothing of it! Lord bless!" Whoo. With that, the Burmecian strides out from the alleyway, looking quite conspicuous given the area he's in. Then he spies the Judge Magister and aides, as well as several familiar people. He clears his throat, approaching. "My, my. How august a group. Never would I have thought to see a Judge Magister within Twilight Town of all places." Then, persons are being thrown to the ground. A /Lady/ no less. The aide responsible gets his best Templar Stare (tm). "In the name of the Holy Father, lay not thy hands upon innocent souls! 'Tis hardly knightly conduct!" he chides, seeing fit to stride over and between between the Judge and aides, and Maira, Aerith and Avira. The Ladies get nods of greetings before the short Templar rounds on the Judge Magister. He bows respectfully, despite the actions of the aides. "Do forgive my intrusion, Your Honor. Temple Knight Faruja Senra of the Most Holy Church of Saint Ajora Glabados. May I ask what it is that brings you so far from..." The rat is decently well informed, and he knows what a Baronian looks like. And he's heard the rumors of the use of Heartless in their armies. "Hold, heathen! While I certainly agree with your sentiments, I shan't see blood drawn without cause! Spare us your predations here. You've not the authority."

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' The Aide in front of Maira bows slightly upon her saying 'Your Honor' to Zargabaath, and ceases yelling at her. This draws a look from Zargabaath. "You can apologize for yelling at her. Not identifying me as 'Your Honor' may be a jailable offense, but it also does not require you disturbing the peace to explain it." The aide definitely falls silent as Zargabaath explains that to him. He turns his attention towards Aerith and gets ready to answer her, when a baronian dark knight walks up to him and threatens his aide. "Are you threatening me?" He says, reaching into his sword belt pouch, just as Faruja comes forward and effectively stands between him and the dark knight. This causes his hand to drop from his pouch.....and turn his attention back to Aerith. "I am Judge Magister Zargabaath of the Archadian military, Captain of the Alexander, Flagship of the 12th Airship fleet. May I ask what your name is, ma'am?" He's showing her respect, especially since his Aide showed her a lack of it....

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith sighed and shook her head. Were these two really going to fight? Never mind. Situation was being taken care of. She cleared her throat and gave a nod to Zargabaath... oh goodness, that was a long name. "Aerith Gainsborough. And by the way, that is a stunning set of armor. Very unique." She glanced toward Maira. "Calling him that is, for once, appropriate. He is rather honorable." Aerith directed her attention toward Zarg (yes that was better) once again. "So what are you up to in this neck of the woods, if I may use the common term?"

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Still listening in, Avira hears that not only is Maira over there, but Kaydin has also entered the fray and started making threats. Avira lifts a hand and palms her face. Well, nice knowing you Mr. Dark Knight dude- Now Avira's not really the swooning type, but when she hears Faruja arrive and break up the brewing fight, bravely placing himself between the Dark Knight and Judge Magister...she /almost/ does swoon. So knightly! So bold! So badass! Avira could listen to him talk like that all day. Avira quickly glances at the ground, confirming that her letter is not around here before tenatively peering around the corner. Maybe she dropped it in front of the Judge? Or maybe Aerith had it?

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith held her left hand up. "Enough, Kaydin. Faruja, please don't." She glanced toward the nezumi. "Just don't." She lowered her hand, as if that had settled it. "So anyways... where were we? Oh yeah, me asking you what you were up to. Not in that way of course." The flower girl chuckled. "I don't nearly have that amount of power!"

:'''[[Rhyme]] has posed:''' Aerith seems to be able to take care of herself, but... Really? A scuffle? Between... Rhyme -> Look at Faruja. Observe -> Is that a rat? Oh my gosh it's a rat. It's totally a little Rat-knight. That is /amazingly adorable/ and it talks /like a sir/ oh my gosh. This is almost as good as Shadow Steak Ramen. (Shadow Steak Ramen is the best, for the home audience). Stepping in, as Faruja did to protect the ladies from Kaydin... Rhyme snipes Faruja by stepping in between HIM and Kaydin and... "Wow you're real that is amazing! It's like..." Rhyme starts and then stops. And sort of stares blankly. She has no good saying for this.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Admittedly, Faruja has more than half a mind to get to the fighting himself. Thankfully, he's not about to compromise the position he's put himself into. Glaring at the Dark Knight as the other male's blade glows, light filters off of the rat's body as his own self righteousness is slowly stirred. "I do believe the Honorable Judge apologized for his aide's missteps. Have you not ears? The matter is now between the Lady, and the Judge Magister until matters of bodily harm come to play. Would you truly draw blood over something so petty and well on its way to be righted? There is a difference between defending the life, soul, and honor of another, and using matters of honor as an excuse to satisfy one's sinful urges." The Burmecian still hasn't drawn his weapon. Then the flower girl speaks up. A bow is given, but he doesn't exactly move. "So long as the good Ser lowers his blade and offers not harm to any here, I shall be most pleased to end this discussion." Suddenly, Beanie Girl. It's not usual for someone to throw themselves in front of /him/. In fact, for a moment, Faruja's confident demeanor slips in surprise, tail's tip curling. He's quick to recover though, what with Evil Glowing Blade now effectively pointed at Rhyme. He offers his best friendly smile, and takes up the girl's arm, quite hastily backing her away from that sword. He only lets go when she's roughly behind both himself and the large form of the Judge. "Well met and may the Lord bless all of your days, M'Lady! My, my so many interesting people, don't you agree? And yes, quite real. Not a costume, yes the armor is quite functional. No, it is not made of gold entirely, merely plating." The Templar explains, eye never quite leaving Kaydin. He's soon standing beside Zarg, and gives the man a nod of apology. Better to save the girl than save the armored Judge. "And what might the brave Lady's name be? Temple Knight Faruja Senra, my dear." Hopefully Rhyme won't catch the note of a question one already knows the answer to in his voice.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Adorable! That's all Avira can really say to Faruja's interaction with Rhyme there. From Faruja's kindness to Rhyme's extreme enthusiasm for seeing a burmecian for the first time. Figuring the situation was saturated enough for her own safety, Avira finally rounds the corner, strolling over oh so casually. It's like she hadn't run away from these guys minutes before at all she's so casual and collected. "Aerith!" she calls out, having finally learned the name of the woman she's kept running into, "I think I might have dropped a letter of mine in your vicinity. Did you happen to pick it up at any point? It's important that I deliver it at some point today." She's trying very hard to not to look directly at the Judge Magister.

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' "My Aide will face judgement for what he has done." Zargabaath says in his most intimidating voice, not even bothered by the Dark Knight's tone. However, both aides look at the Judge Magister's hands....... and immediately fall to the knees, their heads bowed to the ground. For in Zargabaath's hand, happened to be something even the Archadian Military feared from a Judge magister. A Red Card. "Stand down, Young Knight. There is no need for bloodshed here, even if one of my aides did show someone disrespect." Zargabaath says before looking down at his aide, and slides another card out of his pouch. "Consider this a warning." He says raising the card over his head.....and the card flashes, before disappearing in a flash of magic. The Aide Zargabaath was looking at, glows yellow for a second, then the color disappears. "Thank you, Your Honor. I shall endeavor to earn the ability to have this yellow card removed." "See that you do. Rise." He then looks to Aerith and tilts his helmeted head. "Excuse me, Lady Aerith." He then holds out his hand. "May I see that envelope?"

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith saw Avira from the corner of her right eye. So he was honorable, just, and merciful. Aerith had a feeling she liked the man, though he didn't show his face too often. Then he asked for the letter, and she held it up in her right hand. "You mean this? I suppose I could humor you... just don't open it. I'm not sure who it's for." With that she handed it to him... and glanced sidelong at Avira. A subtle shake of her head was all that was needed, she hoped. It's nothing, let him see it.

:'''[[Rhyme]] has posed:''' Today on No Faruja, I Insist... As Rhyme is taken lightly by the arm and moved, she seems to drag her heels a bit but complies. Staring down a sword WAS scary but... Let's be fair. After dying twice, danger gets a little old. A little... passe. And it wasn't a fsking Bebop Shark or an oncoming car, so, really, she's more or less fine with it. Add that on to the fact that she was utterly certain that no less then six people would simultaneously maul Kaydin, she wasn't fearing the Dark Knight as much as she rightly should in the situation. And then the situation defuses, neato. PROBLEM SOLVED, SCENE OVER GUYS. "Me? I'm Rhyme. You don't have to be so formal, I mean... Huh. Well, that makes sense... And... Well, all that glitters is not gold!" She beams at the burmecian. And Kaydin. Biiiig grin as he puts the sword away. "Much better! Might does not always make right!"

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Listening to Rhyme as she introduces herself, Zargabaath smiles under his helm at the last comment Rhyme says. "Truer words have never been spoken, young lady. Thank you." The last two words draws a bow from both aides to Rhyme. Apparently a Judge Magister saying 'thank you' is like a emperor bowing to you.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Now hold on a moment!" Avira quickly interjects. "/Aerith!/" Nevertheless, she looks kind of angry now. Sure, she didn't write the letter herself but it was for a client and opening up a client's mail was completely unprofessional. Now she turns to face he Judge Magister and folds her arms over her chest, "Your Honor, I am Avira of Clan Dagda, and that envelope contains a message I'm in the middle of delivering. I kindly ask that you please return it to me so I may be on my way." The envelope has a little red heart on it. The handwriting on the note inside is flowing cursive and the stationary used has further little hearts on it. The letter's contents, however, are not words of love but what seems to be elaborate instructions for locating a large cache of...well, whatever it is, isn't quite clear. It's spoken about in vague terms.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "Were it my charges, good Ser, I would have offered a tongue lashing followed by a duel, and the appropriate three days penance from the offender. Strength is nothing without wisdom." Faruja responds. Coming from a Templar, it may seem a touch odd, given certain members' zealous excesses. The interaction between aides and Judge Magister has the Templar slightly puzzled. They're frightened of a...card? What could it mean? What an interesting way to keep discipline. Finally giving the man some space now that no one's going to be cut into pieces, he finally notices Avira. She's shot a smile, and a bow. "Good 'eve, M'Lady. Lord bless!" Comes his greeting to the Valkyri. Thankfully no name dropping, as the rat takes a few deep, calming breathes; feathers ruffled. Thankfully, Rhyme is here to help with that. The infectious cheeriness on such a young girl spreads mightily, the Templar looking quite amused. A light chuckle escapes him, tension easing out as the situation becomes less dire. "Ahh, but Lady Rhyme, 'twould be unfitting to do otherwise. Mayhap I come across as a noble whose trousers are over-starched, but 'tis something of a cultural quirk amongst those of the knightly rank within Burmecia, my home. To be a Knight is to represent an entire nation, or in my case, an Order. From the greatest commander to the lowliest of Squires, one must act as the face of an organization wherever one travels." Long-winded, this rat. The saying earns a nod of agreement. "Quite! 'Tis what lies beneath that is truly important. The most comely of crones may yet hide a heart of unending kindness and care." Aww, snap. Faruja turns from Rhyme, red eye glancing from the Judge Magister to Avira and back. How oddly insistant. The rat doesn't speak, however, waiting to see the matter play out.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith wanted to sigh. Did she not understand the meaning of what just happened? Apparently not, because she comes marching anyways. Fortunately, the letter hadn't quite been taken yet, so she pulls it back just enough. "Hmm... so is it really that important that you have it? I mean, if you're on a mail run, I wouldn't want to impose..." Still, he did ask for it, and it was still within reach.

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Zargabaath had actually grapsed the letter on one end, with Aerith holding the other end in her hand. When Avira comes forward, Zargabaath turns his head towards her and smiles, under the helmet. "FInally, the one who ran in the first place. Avira of Clan Dagda." He stands there in thought for a few seconds, but doesn't let go of the letter. "Ah yes. A clan based in Rabanastre, I believe." He does slowly take it from Aerith's hand, but starts to open it in front of Avira. "Do you know what this letter says, Avira?"

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith doesn't really have a choice to let it go with a sigh. "I'm sure it's nothing of consequence." Well if only she'd stayed back, there'd be nothing wrong... but then again, she'd never heard of Rabanastre, much less Archadia. So the question was, just who was this man, and why had his disposition changed, just like that?

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira hadn't just totally spaced out ALL that time. Nope. She sure didn't. Blinking, she comes to and looks around. Alright, so the big guy in armor is still there, as are his cronies. Aerith is still there too. Now however, Kaydin has arrived, as has Faruja and Rhyme. Maire blinks several times. "Oh, hi there Sir Faruja! Hello other people..." she says, wondering where her mind had wondered off to. That was a pretty large stretch of time to just lose. Then, Avira on the linkpearl! Soon enough, Maira has narrowed in on the letter everyone is squabbling over that apparently was Avira's and needed delivering. Hmmmm....Well, Maira will help if she can. A wind picks up suddenly, a tropical storm force gust that seems to be centered on that letter!

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira seems to be grumbling to herself for a moment or two. She does not seem at all happy to be put on the spot with a Judge Magister. Nor does it actually register to her that Aerith might have been trying to help-she completely missed those queues. "Yes, that's right. Mabo is the clan leader." An unhappy look settles on her face as she sees the Judge start to open the letter up. "No, I'm just the person delivering it. It's probably a love letter between my clients."

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Stopping himself from opening the letter, Zargabaath looks to Avira's face, but does hear Aerith's comment. "I hope, for your sake, that nothing happens to Archadian Forces after this letter has been delivered, Avira. If something does happen, however.....Clan Dagda will be the first suspect.....as a whole. DO I make myself clear?" And then the letter is blown out of his hand by forces he figures could be the woman that was admiring his armor earlier. He had a bit of magical talent, though he rarely used it. He looked to the aide that had been given the yellow card and nodded to him. "Retreive the letter." He then looked to Avira. "You will remain here until the letter has been retreived." If Avira looked at his left hand.....he still had the red card in his hand.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' The letter can try to be retrieved, but unless Zarg's aide can FLY, he's going to have a hell of a time of it. The letter isn't exactly following a predictable course. Indeed, it swoops upward and onto a roof before disappearing from sight.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "Lady Maira, good 'eve! How fare you?" Pause. The rat taps claw to chin. "...Free of self-immolation inflicted burns?" He's technically a white mage, he /has/ to ask. Ahh, gust! Faruja's robes flutter, the rat tugging them closer. "Blasted weather." An ear perks, taking in the Judge Magister's threats. His red eye watches as the letter flies atop a roof and lands. Could he leap up with hardly any effort and retrieve it? Certainly! /Will/ he do so? The Templar's mind recalls a little incident involving an Archadian Knight laughing while Heartless plagued a poor citizen. Nah, Faruja's staying quite put for now. Let the rude aide get it.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Warily, Avira looks back. It's just not the same staring at a helmeted individual. There was absolutely nothing to read, emotion-wise, and that made Avira nervous. "Uhhh..." A look of horror settles on her face at the thought of taking her whole clan down with her over this damn letter. "Exceptionally clear, Your Honor." Then the letter is blown out of his hand by a wind too forceful to be an accidental gust of air. Avira actually tries to make her own grab for it but the paper slips away and flutters onto a rooftop before her fingers can close down upon the paper. A small frustrated whine escapes her and she looks back to the Judge Magister. "Are you sure...?" her eyes fall down to that red card. "I could get it myself so as to not trouble your men." Or Faruja could easily jump up himself but Avira keenly notices that he's not offering his aid for this. It brings a tiny smile to her face.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith nodded. "I do believe that would be for the best. It is, after all, her job to deliver it." She glanced over to her with a smile. "Right?" It appears the problem has been, for the moment, solved. He certainly didn't jump to conclusions, and that helped. Aerith focused on Zarg again. "I trust I can get an answer as to what your business in town is... a harmless question, if I do say so myself."

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' The aide runs after it, but seeing the course it takes, he makes his way around the houses. Zargabaath, however, turns towards Maira pointedly. "Ma'am. I know you're the one causing that wind. You have one chance to return the letter to my hand, or my aide's hand. Or...." He then slides out a second red card. "You and Avira will go to an Archadian prison until I determine that the letter isn't a threat to Archadia. This is your only warning." He turns his head to Aerith, but doesn't answer her yet. "I'm not ignoring you, Lady Aerith. I shall answer you in a moment, as soon as the letter is returned to my hand, and I can return it to where it belongs, if there are no further delays."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira looks horrified! "I didn't take the letter! Uist did," she informs him. "Besides, what right do you have to open a letter without your name on it? I take it you are not from here, but you ARE here, so you should certainly pay attention to the laws of HERE, and the laws here prohibit one from opening mail not intended for them! Indeed, it is an offense!" she says, crossing her arms. She has far too much spunk for her own good. "Honestly...shame on you. I'll have Uist bring the letter back, and you can read the private words of a love letter from one lover to another, will you then let Avira deliver it? We need to eat you know. This is how we make our gil!"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' And as she said, the wind picks up again and swirls the letters off the roof, blown straight into Zarg's waiting hand, accompanied by a very cool presence that feels ever so slightly like disdain.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith took in a deep breath, trying to clear her mind. Definitely not the way she figured this would end. Maybe... maybe she was right. Maybe this man and his two aides were here thinking they were still in... well, their world. Perhaps they hadn't noticed that their world had either been eaten, been lost, or they'd been brought here by some other power. Or perhaps this Maira had gotten herself and Avira the fate that Aerith had been trying to spare them from. As soon as the letter was returned, Aerith sighed. "Zargabaath... And do you mind if I call you Zarg? Your name is very long-winded, Your Honor." She clears her throat. "Please, tell me... where were you from?" Note, she said were.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja turns his gaze to Kaydin, offering a long stare before sighing. Blast it, the witch has a point. Thankfully, Maira pipes up, and wind blows the letter back to Zarg's hand. The rat's muzzle, about to open, shuts. Well, that takes care of that. The Templar coughs. "/Come/ now, certainly such a fine and honorable Judge Magister has no intention of violating another city-state's laws so. 'Twould be tantamount to kidnapping. An act the...Montressors, I believe they call themselves? Would most certainly frown upon. Particularly when larger threats lurk so near." Faruja tweaks an ear towards the Baronite, glancing at the Judge.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' At that moment, Avira gives Maira a frantic look. 'For the love of Faram, listen to him, Maira!' she mouths quietly, though her partner in VALKRYI hears her plea far more clearly. "The Dark Knight does bring up a good point though. She's not a citizen of Ivalice." Avira gestures to Maira. "It seems improper to arrest her, especially out here on neutral soil." Does their law extend that far? Ugh, Avira's inwardly sickened at the thought. Dodging Judges was bad enough in Rabanastre. She didn't want to have to put up with that on other worlds too. All the more reason to preemptively thwart any Baron-Archades alliance! As Maira talks, Avira grows progressively more terrified. In short order she starts waving her arms along the 'no stop talking nooooo' variety.

:'''[[Rhyme]] has posed:''' Rhyme looks at the Judge Magister. And at Faruja. At Aerith, and Avira. At Maira. A little glance is even spared to Kaydin. And then she hangs her head, sighing deeply. "Oh my gosh this is like watching a terrible sit-com." She points at Faruja. "Calm down." She points at Kaydin. "Keep your sword put away." She points at Maira, and her frown is immense. "Are you making this... Worse? Stop it." She points at the Judge Magister's direction and sort of... thinks for a moment. "I... Well, I would say something about how rude it is to read mai-" And then Kaydin opens his mouth. And there is this terrible hate glare at Kaydin, as she practically ferally growls. "Shut. Your. Rude. Mouth. And STOP POSTURING!" She yells, before blinking. And smiling embarrasedly. "Oh... erm... I mean..." Blink blink. "S-sorry."

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Turning his head a bit, Zargabaath watches as the letter falls back down from the rooftops, and back into his hand. "Thank you." He says to Maira before turning to Avira and slowly brings it down to her, without opening it. However, when she grasps the other end, she holds onto it. "I stand by my warning to your and your clan, Avira of Clan Dagda." He says quite flatly to her, before pointedly releasing the letter. "Be safe, Avira." His attention then turns to Aerith. "I am from Archadia, Lady Aerith. Unfortunately, tensions are high between Archadia and Rabanastre because of Archadia invading Rabanastran soil. Something I didn't approve of, nor did Drace, but....it was out of my hands." However, Faruja and Avira do draw his attention again. "She /WAS/ interfering in the affairs of a Judge Magister, which submits her to Archadian Law as long as she interferes. However, since she is no longer interfering...." He puts away the red cards. Then he turns to Faruja. "I don't think Traverse Town would mind if I can enforce Archadian Law with a minimum of..." And his helmeted head tilts upward. "Collateral damage." For those that look up, It is the Alexander.....plus three more Airship Frigates. It seems Zargabaath considered this mission quite important. His attention goes back to Aerith. "I had initially, come here to investigate this 'Heartless' creature that had been sighted in Rabanastre and other places."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira blushes and looks toward Rhyme, chewing her lip. "Sorry...I didn't mean to..." she whispers, looking as though she'd like to sink into the ground and disappear. This is all too much! Also, she is pretty sure she wants to see Faruja beat up Kaydin. He wanted to drag her off to Baron! That big jerk! Well, at least she's managed to keep herself off the wanted list of another powerful military nation....right? Uist is practically tearing his hair out in frustration. Maira now steps back and begins to look at Aerith more closely, her head tilted in concentration.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith nodded. "And... do you know what they are? What they can do? Because I could tell you." She sighed. "The Heartless are ruthless, brutal creatures of darkness. They seek out the hearts of others and devour them, for they have no emotions of their own. It's their only drive, and they're relentless in pursuing it." She began to pace back and forth as she explains. "What's more is, it's not even their fault. These Heartless are just people who got their hearts devoured themselves, or let themselves fall to tehir own darkness." She stopped just in front of the Judge. "But the biggest prize of all is the heart of an entire world. I trust that since you're here... your world is just about eaten, lost to Darkness. Right?" She'd know, she'd felt the death of hers, or rather the near-death.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira's quick to take her end of the letter, only to freeze when the Judge levels a threat against her and her Clan again. "...noted." she mutters quick gritted teeth before sliding the letter away and quickly stuffing it down into one of her leather pouches. "...now if you all don't mind..." she edges away, "...I need to deliver this." Before taking off, she does pause and stare at Rhyme. Who thought that cute little girl would be capable of such scolding? Avira does take some offense though. This would have made a GREAT sitcom, not a bad one! She runs off shortly afterwards, taking note of the Archadian airships in the sky now with no small amount of dread.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "Yup, basically what the pretty lady said," she quips in response to Aerith. Maira looks to Zarg, empathetic suddenly. "Was your world lost to the darkness too?" she asks.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "Threaten not the Lady, oh you who would call upon ruinous powers!" It seems Kaydin has quite ticked off the Holy Knight. Really, it's amazing Faruja hasn't drawn his spear and counter-threatened yet. Kaydin /almost/ has him doing so. Then Rhyme speaks up, utterly ruining the Burmecian's follow-up self-righteous sayings. Damn. She could give him a run for his money when it comes to feral-growling-anger. The Templar looks quite impressed, and bows to the much younger human girl. "Ahh, but my temper guides me where 'twould better be served by caution and wisdom. Truly! From the mouths of babes, as they say!" A glance up. The rat's brow scrunches. "Mmm. So it would seem." Faruja knows where he's beat. Ahh, well, at least he got to spite The Man. Now if only that Man was his own monarch~ Aerith, however, immediately gets his full and complete attention. Even Kaydin is ignored. His eye narrows slightly, as he makes a few mental notes. "My, my, M'Lady. You are quite informed. Be you some sort of...scholar of these beasts?" His head tilts, suspicion about him. Then Kaydin speaks. "How odd. To speak so...mayhap the rumors are false? That Baron employs these foul, black-hearted, sinful beasts most abhorrent in the sight of the Lord?" If it's possible, Kaydin's now even more on the Templar's radar.

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' "I do not know if my world is being devoured by these beasts, but I do know that they were spotted in Rabanastre recently." Zargabaath says quietly. "If they are truly people that have been consumed by darkness, then all the more reason to never use them, and put them out of their misery. Even of Lord Vayne Solidor ordered me to use them, they would be destroyed by the members of the 12th fleet."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith nodded. "Then here's something else you need to know. Apparently, some people can control them: where they go, what they do, how they attack. These are dangerous people, and they do not have good intentions. If you hear an offer from them to join hands with you, ignore it. Matter of fact, remove them from your borders, forcefully." She glanced back at Kaydin. "I think the situation here is under control..." She turned toward Faruja. "Could you take Rhyme somewhere else please? Kaydin, please go back to what you were doing." She gave him a smile, showing she meant no disrespect. "I'm sure you have better things to do, sir."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira frowns a little as Aerith tries to disperse the crowd. It's probably not a bad idea really. Maira looks to Faruja, giving him the 'I want to speak with you soon!' look and a smile, before she looks back to Aerith. "I met someone once who could control them. A...rabbit or something? He was here, in Traverse. Do I have to go too? I wanted to ask...where are you from, miss?" she asks to Aerith. "You seem...familiar to me somehow."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith blinked for a moment. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as her thoughts struggled to get themselves back into order. What was... that she just said? Aerith shook her head to clear itt. "Yes... that's where I'm from. Why?"

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Zargabaath listens quietly to Aerith's comment. "Indeed? Then I shall have to keep an eye out for these heartless controllers.....and deal with them myself." He then looks to Faruja and tilts his head at him. "Templar Faruja Senra, am I correct? You are a.....Burmecian?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Knew it! She knew it! "That's where I am from too," she says, her eyes widening. "I must have seen you sometime, maybe? I just knew I knew you somehow. I'm glad there are more of us that got out of there..." she continues. Her expression bares the same burden; the knowledge that your world is lost, and probably gone forever. The trauma is seeing that happening and fleeing for you life against all odds. Yup. They're kin in that.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' The look Faruja gives the Judge Magister is one of respect. Finally! /Someone/ in authority sees the light. A clawed hand crosses himself. "Judge Magister, your words are pious. Well said, Your Honor, well said. Their presence alone causes corruption. Better to remove the taint as soon as possible, lest it worm its way into the heights of authority within a nation." A half-bow, and the rat's tone seems as though he means every word. Then he turns to Aerith. A fuzzy brow rises. More than a few warning bells are going off in the rat's head. He'll have to follow up on this later. "As the young Lady desires. Lady Rhyme, I /am/ quite familiar with the town. Mayhap a tour would be in order? There is this most /wonderful/ cafe known as the Wildcat." Zarg speaks up, and Faruja smiles. "Yes, yes indeed. Well informed, Your Honor. Most humans but gape at me as though I am but vermin. Ahh, but if only I could show you the flowing aqueducts, the gentle rains, the ingenius architecture of my people! Our peerless art and skill with spear!" The rat starts off, waxing nasalgic about his lost nation. Pride, one he'd thought long withered and decayed after his home's fall, rushing back to him for but a few moments. A pause, and he bows to those present, before glancing to Aerith. "Lady...ahh, what did Lady Pixi say...Aerith, was it? Well met, and Lord bless. You seem quite knowledgeable, perhaps we shall speak another time regarding the Heartless."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Only with one slight difference... She hadn't /felt/ the world dying, the Lifestream being eaten, the whole mess happening in real-time. That was far worse than being there to see it. Aerith couldn't help but kneel and stretch her arms out toward her. "Come here." Hug time~

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' As for Maira? Faruja smiles, nodding. At this point, he has half a mind to take Maira out on the town one day!

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' "Most new cultures are watched and studied at length as we encounter them, Templar." He then waves to Faruja. "Until we meet again, Templar. Hopefully we shall fight side by side." Zargabaath then places a gloved hand upon Faruja's shoulder. "and hopefully, we can restore your world....." However, he does watch Aerith and Maira. Strange pair.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' She did though, somehow. It was a terrifying experience that has left deep scars. These scars? She figures they are normal. She's always been strange, she doesn't know that anything is different in her experience. When a hug is offered though, Maira is on board! She doesn't care that she just met this lady, she walks over and embraces her. Not many of them left, people from their world. They've got to stick together! Uist walks out of the shadows, her ghostly companion standing a few feet away from the hugging pair, looking between them with an unreadable look on his face. Not that anyone can see it.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Seconds before the hug, she saw... someone... behind her. Her ears rang with whispers, senses lit up like a switchboard, like a city at night. Then the contact came... and her eyes widened, shining like precious emeralds from the earth. Something triggered. Her mind flashed back, the very day her world was almost completely devoured. The screams, the cries, the sheer volume of death that was beyond human perception. Aerith's arms tightened around Maira but not enough to cut her breathing. Her eyes shut from her inability to keep them open as her world spun. The whisper in her mind again. "We can't have you dying just yet... there is much to be done." Her eyes opened... and she found she had to blink back tears. After a few moments, she gently pushed Maira away and took in a focused breath. "Maira... I want you to answer something for me. The day everything went dark... did you hear something?"

:'''[[Rhyme]] has posed:''' Nodding decisively to herself, GRAND ARBITER RHYME, BRINGER OF REASON AND JOY TO ALL. She totally doesn't notice Aerith hugging Maira and having an episode. This is because she is beaming with a huge smile and watching Kaydin, Faruja, and the Judge Magister. Because they are troublemakers.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira is surprised by the tightness of the grip on her. The two were having a very important moment in the middle of Traverse and neither seemed to care. Intuition told Maira that this was important. But of course it would be, right? Another survivor. As the question is asked, Maira nods a little. "I...I think so. Everything was in chaos. Heartless were everywhere. I was trying to defend the orphanage but I was completely overwhelmed," she says, beginning to tell her story. It was likely the first time she had put this into words. She's thinking back, trying to put together the pieces of fractured memory. "Then I heard a voice telling me to run...to follow Uist. I ran, following him as I was told. I ran down an ally that got darker and darker along the edges. Then...then there was a door. A door I had never seen before," she tells Aerith, her voice far away as she tries to relive those moments. "I went through, I guess....I don't remember anything afterwards except a horrible dream full of pain and--" she perceptibly shudders. These are the nightmares she has at night, vague and horrible. "Then I was here in Traverse Town...that's it."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Some small part of Faruja wants to punch the Judge Magister in the face for his honestly sympathetic words. Coming from a human, they grind against the thorny wall that is his nezumi pride. The better part of him has the rat smiling, and nodding. "'Twould please me muchly to see our Orders fighting for righteous causes. Lord guide you, and offer you His wisdom in all things." As the Ladies comfort each other? The Templar turns away politely, not wanting to impede on the comforting of another soul. Faram knows he could use the same at times! Couldn't they all, really? Voices? Faruja pauses as he's about to step away. Memories of his own world's fall flood him, the rat lightly squeaking and grabbing his bandaged face. Teeth grit. Feh. His ear perks, despite phantom pains, taking in two very interesting conversations.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith pauses. A voice, telling her to follow a spirit out of the chaos. And her dreams, full of pain and quite a bit of darkness, she would like to add. Aerith smiled, tried to hold back more tears. Suddenly, even though everyone else was there, including the cutest girl in the world (tm), they were the only two in the square. "Okay... I know this is going to sound strange, but I want you to stick with me from now on. You see, I can see your friend... and I bet no one else can."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Grunting, Faruja continues on as matters become far more personal. Could...Maira /not/ be crazy? So many unanswered questions. But the rat isn't going to tred where he doesn't belong, and in his estimation, it's reached that point. Besides, he needs some blasted aspirin and a nice, relaxing bath. With bubbles! Faruja walks off towards the local hotel. Rat away!

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Zargabaath places a hand upon Faruja's shoulder. "Focus your fury elsewhere. When it is time to use it, Templar, let it drive you then. Don't let it darken your heart." However, he then looks towards his aide, the one who yelled. "Did you get the infermation on the heartless." "Yes your honor, as well as the fact that baron is using them." "GOod." Zargabaath says. "If Baron is, indeed, using these Heartless, then we shouldn't ally with them, ever." He says as an airship lands outside of the town....and he walks his way for the airship.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' To say that Maira is startled is probably the understatement of the year. The young woman steps back, blinking in confusion. She looks to Uist, who maintains his stiff posture, arms crossed over his chest, but his eyes have gone wide as he stares at Aerith--realizing that she is meeting his gaze. She SEES him. Looking between them, Maira realizes this too. "You...you can see Uist?" she asks, though she already knows the answer. She simply can't believe it. "How...I don't understand--I guess it isn't strange that I'm not the only one to see him but--it has never happened before. I thought maybe I was--" Crazy. "Stick with you? I...well I'd be happy to be friends of course! But I have...things...and...people...and..." she's really just at a loss for words. Uist isn't. He is walking toward them and standing beside Maira, the protector. "What are you?" he asks Aerith, assuming she can hear him too.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith looked over at him. "She doesn't know." She stands, a hand atop her head. "She doesn't know, but you do, don't you?" Ah, the Judge is leaving. "One last thing, Zargabaath!" She turns toward him momentarily. "Said kingdom is planning an attack on a city called Manhattan! If you want to send them a message, it would be a good idea, to drive them back once they arrive!"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Uist's brow furrows. He isn't sure how to answer. "I'm not sure I know what you mean," he replies to Aerith. It is not something he consciously knows perhaps. Unconsciously, he has always known /something/. Maira blinks, looking between the two, more confused than she has ever been in her life, and that is really saying something. "Know what? Uist doesn't know anything from...before. He doesn't remember anything," she tells Aerith. Uist nods, looking troubled. "Nothing from when I was alive," he says. They are both fairly clueless. Now the big question is why.

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Zargabaath turns his head back towards Aerith, but she can't see him smile. "I'll see what I can do, Lady Aerith. However, I bid you and your friends good day." And he steps onto the airship, along with his aides. The door closes and they fly up to the Alexander.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith nodded. Figures that would have happened sooner or later. It would more than likely come to blows anyway. He'd understand, wouldn't he? "Someone... but let's not worry about that. At least not for now." She turned toward the spirit. "There's a reason I can see you, specifically, when no one else can. And it doesn't surprise me that you're dead, and can't remember anything from your past life." She shuddered. "I don't even want to know how you lost your memories, though I have a few guesses. But let's go ahead and bring it out. "Have you heard the term 'ancient' used before? With a capital A?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira frowns a little, as does Uist. It is funny how similar their expressions are. Maira replies "Nope," at just the moment Uist replies "Yes." Maira looks to Uist. This is not too surprising. He may not remember anything about his life, but he does know things that she doesn't. She assumed that before he met her he didn't really have anything else to do but sit around learning things. Uist looks Aerith over again, his brow furrowed. "That's what you are..."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith grinned. "Like I said. She doesn't know, but you do. And that's the wrong term anyway, the real term is Cetra. So I trust you know the stories, the legends? They're true." She looked down at Maira. "I can hear voices that most can't. See things that others probably deny. And that one there... doesn't trust me one bit." She glanced toward Uist. "Do you?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "I never said I didn't trust you," Uist said, crossing his arms again. Maira rolls her eyes somewhat at Uist. "Uist doesn't trust anyone, don't take it personally. He's just grumpy," she informs Aerith. "That said, I wish someone would tell me plainly what is going on! What legends? What don't I know? That you are one of these Cetra? Well, I know that NOW...So...so what you are saying is you can see Uist because you are Cetra," Maira says, puzzling this out as she talks. The dawning of realization is quite clear on her face. She is none too good at schooling her expression. "So...so if you can see him, and I have always been able to see him, and the only people who can do that are--" Maira pauses for a long time, blinking. "Huh. I don't understand. I mean, I do, but I don't REALLY."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith nodded. "But you're starting to." She smiled and ruffled Maira's hair. "Listen... this is new for me too. My mom, she died when I was young. So for the longest time, I thought I was the last of my kind. And now, here in the middle of this city, I find you... and wonder why I haven't sensed you before. Should've been able to, clear as day... But that's not important anymore." She sighed, her expression one of relief. "I'll tell you as much as I can, and let you decide for yourself what to do with it." And so she gave her, as best as she could, a brief history lesson... a primer, if you would. Sure it took ten minutes, and it generalized a lot of things, but it had to be short and to the point. "Okay... questions?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira sits down wherever they are, presuming they have moved from where the almost-scuffle with the Judge had taken place. She simply can't be standing while she gets a lesson like this. Uist remains standing nearby Maira, listening intently, frowning all the while--not because he doesn't approve, just because that's pretty much his normal expression. Maira reaches up and interlocks her fingers, placing them on top of her head. ".....Wow. That's....wow. I wonder if my mom ever would have told me. I wonder if she even KNEW," she replies, shocked and in awe. As far as questions, the only thing she can think of is this; "So...what does this all mean?"

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith grinned. "What it means is two things. First of all, I'm not alone... and second, you've got some catching up to do." She knelt again. "First of all, I can't see any Materia on you, which means you can use magic all on your own. I heard mention of an orphanage... how long have you been on your own?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira smiles a little. She's happy to know that she has made this woman feel better. Maira knows what it is like to feel alone. She knows it fiercely. "I...I do have some materia...but I can do things without it, too. I never really knew why. I assumed it was because of Uist, somehow...never any answers, so I just sort of didn't think about it," she confesses, looking sheepish. To the other question, she shrugs some. "My mom died when I was six. We both got really sick. I survived it, but mom didn't. When I came out of the fever she was gone--but Uist was there. That was the first time I saw him." Uist nods in agreement with the story. "I remember Maira being ill. I remember...knowing I needed to watch over her. That's all."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith's eyes widened. "Six... and how old are you now?" A hard age to lose someone, to be sure. Aerith would know, she lost hers at around the same age. No such thing as coincidences, flower-lady. No such thing.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira blinks, the flushes deeply. She doesn't remember off the top of her head! She'd never really kept track! "Um...uh...I think I'm seventeen or so?" she asks. "I think I was six but I'm not totally sure, we never celebrated or anything. Mom would just grumble about my dad and how he left her with no money and a baby etc. etc. then walk off in a huff," Maira explains with a shrug. It might be a surprise to some how old she actually is. Her naivity makes her seem younger than she is. "Why, how old are you?"

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith closed her eyes. "Twenty-two. Lost my mom at almost the same age as you did." Okay, stupid tears, stop. She was over this already. "Right... no coincidences." She shook her head and opened her eyes, vision a bit blurry. She wiped the tears away and looked at Maira again. "So let's start with what you can do without Materia, since that's a bit more important. Telll me everything."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira frowns deeply. She doesn't really look terribly said when she talks about losing her mother. Maira's mother was kind of a bitch. Maira doesn't blame her for it though. She knows her mother was just...sick. Aerith though, clearly felt the loss of hers. Maira leans forward and gives her another light hug. "I'm sorry you lost you mom," she says, before apparently getting down to business. "Well, I can do some healing things without materia. Uist sort of...helps? It is very difficult to explain. We just have a sort of connection? Oh, and fire. I'm...very attuned to fire," she said, holding up a finger. Said finger quickly lights up with a cheery yellow flame that seems to lick at her skin without burning. "Other elements I haven't really tried. They don't come as easy to me, but with my materia I can do them. Air isn't too bad. You saw me use that before when that Judge was here."

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith nodded again. "Materia is pretty helpful, actually. The problem is that it accesses other peoples' memories and doesn't use your own. Me, I've grown up knowing how to use it. Part of me just... figured I'd need it. But it wasn't until later that I realized I could get more out of it than most." She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "Listen... I know you have other people that care for you, but I want you to know that I'm here for you. I want to..." She paused for a moment, considering how to best word this. "I want to guide you, down the path that no one else was there to lead you on. Will you let me try?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira grinned broadly, reaching out to snatch Aerith's hand and give it a squeeze. "I would love that! I...I...really! This is all really overwhelming! A month ago I didn't have a friend in the world," Uist glares. "Living friend!" Maira amends. "Now...this is just so crazy! I'm so happy though! Okay. Yes! I don't know if you have heard of it, but I'm in this group called VALKYRI. We travel a lot, but we should be getting a headquarters here in Traverse really soon. Where do you stay usually? So that I can find you?"

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' This was the hard part. "I might have to move if I'm going to teach you... but for the time being I'm where I found myself after our world... almost collapsed. I'm in Goug, and I usually frequent a bar called Seventh Heaven. I trust you know what else is in Goug, right?" She gave a sad smile. "So you'll have to be careful when you're down there."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira brightens. "Oh! Seventh Heaven! I've been there! I've met Tifa before quite a few times. She has the sea salt ice cream there. I come over to have it when I can. Been pretty busy lately...also spend a good bit of time in Manhattan," she says with a nod. What else is in Goug? OH. YEAH. RIGHT. "Shinra....heh. You know. Before the--everything--happened...I was thinking about getting a job at Shinra. I had no idea what they were really doing," she said, frowning deeply. Well at least she avoided that. Too bad the reason was total destruction of their world... Maira shakes her head. "Okay, I will find you there! I know we'll have a lot to talk about," she says with a grin.

Zargabaath

2012-11-13T03:56:02Z

Synestria:

Zargabaath

2012-11-13T03:54:59Z

Synestria: Created page with "{{Character Infobox |firstname=Judge |middlename=Magister |lastname=Zargabaath |age=40s, at least |species=Human |sex=Male |height=6' (at least) |weight=unknown |series=FF12 |..."

Synestria

2012-11-12T04:42:41Z

Synestria: /* Allies and Enemies */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Synestria
|age=20s
|species=Lamia/Human. Is able to Shapeshift between them
|sex=Female
|height=30+ feet (lamia) / 5'2" (human)
|weight=A lot (Lamia) / 110 lbs. (human)
|series=FF4
|styles=Black Mage (Lamia) / Dancer (Human)
|hometown=Troia
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Unaffiliated
|occupation=Black Mage/Dancer
|quote="You shouldn't judge a book by it'sssssss cover."
}}
= Allies and Enemies =

Allies

[[Auron]] - Sir Auron, it is a pleasure to know you and fight alongside of you.

Acquaintances

[[Tifa Lockhart]] - A beautiful young lady who worked out a deal with Xanatos. Interesting that she smells like a fighter.

[[David Xanatos]] - A temporary alliance that will benefit us both, but you don't need to know my true nature......yet.

[[Rubicante]] - The Fiend of Fire. I may have defeated you once, but your alliance with the heartless will end badly for you.

Enemies

[[Sho Minamioto]] - A loud little brat that needs to learn the value of silence, whether temporary or permanent, I care not.

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

Pixi

2012-11-12T04:37:26Z

Synestria: /* Allies and Enemies */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Pixi
|age=20s
|species=Viera
|sex=Female
|height=6'10", 7'10" with the ears
|weight=Not telling
|series=FF12
|styles=Dragoon Bunny
|hometown=Rabanastre
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Unaffiliated
|occupation=Dragoon
|quote=Darkness shall not consume us.
}}

Notes: Pixi does wear heels due to the form of her feet.

= Allies and Enemies =

Allies

[[Aerith Gainsborough]] - I shall protect you with my life, my lady.

[[Tifa Lockhart]] - You certainly are perky, aren't you? A bright light in a dark place.

Acquaintances

[[Faruja Senra]] - You're certain one of the most pious mice I have ever met. I hope it's not misplaced.

[[Kaydin]] - Oath or not, you need to choose which side you're on. Swearing an oath means nothing if you know what your country is doing is wrong.

[[Rhyme]] - Quirky little girl that loves steak ramen.

Enemies

Heartless - You will always be my enemy, soul-less things. Anyone who attempts to wield you intentinally also draws my ire.

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

Pixi

2012-11-12T04:35:30Z

Synestria:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Pixi
|age=20s
|species=Viera
|sex=Female
|height=6'10", 7'10" with the ears
|weight=Not telling
|series=FF12
|styles=Dragoon Bunny
|hometown=Rabanastre
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Unaffiliated
|occupation=Dragoon
|quote=Darkness shall not consume us.
}}

Notes: Pixi does wear heels due to the form of her feet.

= Allies and Enemies =

Allies

Aerith Gainsborough - I shall protect you with my life, my lady.

Tifa Lockhart - You certainly are perky, aren't you? A bright light in a dark place.

Acquaintances

Faruja Senra - You're certain one of the most pious mice I have ever met. I hope it's not misplaced.

Kaydin - Oath or not, you need to choose which side you're on. Swearing an oath means nothing if you know what your country is doing is wrong.

Rhyme - Quirky little girl that loves steak ramen.

Enemies

Heartless - You will always be my enemy, soul-less things. Anyone who attempts to wield you intentinally also draws my ire.

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

Pixi

2012-11-12T04:34:09Z

Synestria: /* Allies and Enemies */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Pixi
|age=20s
|species=Viera
|sex=Female
|height=6'10", 7'10" with the ears
|weight=Not telling
|series=FF12
|styles=Dragoon Bunny
|hometown=Rabanastre
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Unaffiliated
|occupation=Dragoon
|quote=Darkness shall not consume us.
}}
= Allies and Enemies =

Allies

Aerith Gainsborough - I shall protect you with my life, my lady.

Tifa Lockhart - You certainly are perky, aren't you? A bright light in a dark place.

Acquaintances

Faruja Senra - You're certain one of the most pious mice I have ever met. I hope it's not misplaced.

Kaydin - Oath or not, you need to choose which side you're on. Swearing an oath means nothing if you know what your country is doing is wrong.

Rhyme - Quirky little girl that loves steak ramen.

Enemies

Heartless - You will always be my enemy, soul-less things. Anyone who attempts to wield you intentinally also draws my ire.

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

Synestria

2012-10-28T23:07:53Z

Synestria:

Pixi

2012-10-28T23:06:51Z

Synestria:

Pixi

2012-10-28T22:14:46Z

Synestria: Created page with "{{Character Infobox |firstname=Pixi |age=20s |species=Viera |sex=Female |height=6'10", 7'10" with the ears |weight=Not telling |series=FF12 |styles=Dragoon Bunny |hometown=Rab..."

Synestria

2012-10-28T22:01:26Z

Synestria: Created page with "{{Character Infobox |firstname=Synestria |age=20s |species=Lamia/Human. Is able to Shapeshift between them |sex=Female |height=30+ feet (lamia) / 5'2" (human) |weight=A lot (..."