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 :'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>It's been a year. <br /> <br /> A year since the plague. <br /> <br /> A year since the portals shut down and the skies went silent. <br /> <br /> There was order at first. Certainty. The plague would end. Resources would last. The House and the Order of Judges would remain, as they had always had remained, the voice of authority in Archades. The archadian military knew how to deal with the heartless, and so these new and virulent Empties who spread their hollowness with bite and dread as an aura around them were fended off. But all such temporary measures become inconsequential when there is little to eat. When the stocks were poisoned. When the city began to fall, one piece at a time, and could do little more than a holding action against the rising tide. <br /> <br /> The riots came first. Then the shattering, when the Judges and the House turned on each other. Many judges and several judge magisters were slain, both in the fighting and in the executions to follow. The executions, public and otherwise. The resistance was rooted up and crushed only to rise again. And always the Empties. The plague. The heartless. Always the darkness gnawing on the edges of a broken city. Upper Archades was almost completely lost and the city, both Lower and Upper, carved by a butcher's cleaver into a number of warring districts all led by the remaining Judge Magisters, House members or officials such as Dr. Bunansa who flourished like a hideous and sickly smelling hothouse bloom in this time of calamity. <br /> <br /> The dragon of Archades lay dying for a full year in the unforgiving sun. Now most of the houses lay empty. It is rare now to see the bands of hunting soldiers and bandits raiding the remains for supplies. There is little in difference to either group. Monsters and the heartless roam the abandoned city of Lower Archades, preying on the unwary while empties roam the hollow streets and mansions of Upper Archades. <br /> <br /> And people do.. and make.. the best that they can. Even in the relatively safe parts of the remaining city, there is always a market for supplies. Rationing. Hardship.. and money for those crazed enough to venture into the abandoned parts of the city, braving the walls upon which are stationed Dr. Cid's thought controlled Rooks and mechanical soldiers. <br /> <br /> Riku opens his eyes, rubbing at them gingerly with a hand as he looks away from the broken window. He leans against the peeling wall, the wood rotten and creaking as he leans against it. This wasn't an entirely safe place (for as much as any place could be considered safe anymore) but it was shelter and he had worked hard to make it as comfortable as possible. <br /> <br /> He resecured the piece of wood over the window, a large glyph etched it in and every other entrance passively shielding the area from the heartless. It wasn't magic strong enough to be picked up by the sensors, but enough to make them pick easier targets. <br /> <br /> And there were always those.. anybody can get tired.. and look away for a moment. <br /> <br /> Riku had a moment of disorientation, a vague sense of unreality and then.. shook it off, sighing quietly as he goes to check their slowly dwindling supplies and make a list in his head of things he was willing to trade for when they saw the supplier today.
-:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>Dr. Alberic Lux <br /> <br /> The Mad l'cie who damned an already doomed world. His twisted plan to transcend humanity to the light by wiping away the impurities had brought the battle between light and dark to it's conclusion all too soon. His creations spread emptiness through a bite, and hunted the darkness with a dogged determination. And then they turned upon the light, any light that was not their own was soon gone. It was said that the Mad l'Cie was once again encased in crystal. Or that he'd destroyed his Fal'Cie master and had transcended to godhood. Reports were sketchy. His legacy is what remained. <br /> <br /> At first Alma had joined the group of those who had sought to find a way to cure it the plague. But soon she was one of the only ones left. And she didnt have the biochemistry know-how to pull it off on her own. As the empties evolved, and they grew more adept at sensing the light, she smothered the borrowed light within her. She tried to learn how to conceal it, rather than to develop it to become more radiant and powerful. She only made use of greater displays of it in desperation. <br /> <br /> She'd become far dimmer as a result, in more ways than one. Gone was that impish innocence and naivete that always had been a part of her before the first riots started. After they'd killed their first dozen group of bandits. After shed watched the light in their friends eyes go out and become.. the hollow light of empties.. she hardened her heart. <br /> <br /> They'd lost too many for her to do otherwise. <br /> <br /> And so she focused on survival. Put aside the dreams she once had for the future. <br /> <br /> It was the little rituals that had kept them alive right now, as Riku came away from the window to the store room, she was in there already, taking inventory of their supplies. She did this with a clipped meticulous preciseness. <br /> <br /> Things were more valuable than people now, after all. All except one person. Her partner. <br /> <br /> She looked up as her partner entered the room, knowing the question he'd already ask about the impending meeting with their supplier, <br /> <br /> "...We have enough to trade to Argider's man, Madison. A few pieces of refined Magicite would go a long way towards getting what we need from Bunansa, but hell take us for almost all we have." <br /> <br /> The Rozarrian pirate who had crashed in the Lower City during the tail end of the riots had carved out his own sector who plagued on the tourists within the city, flanked by his formidable Bangaa crew members. They weren't on the best of terms, not after he found out that Riku was a former Judge-Cadet, but some of his men were still willing to deal with them. <br /> <br /> "..and he'll almost certainly try to kill us once the trade is made, but what else is new?"
+:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>Dr. Alberic Lux <br /> <br /> The Mad l'cie who damned an already doomed world. His twisted plan to transcend humanity to the light by wiping away the impurities had brought the battle between light and dark to it's conclusion all too soon. His creations spread emptiness through a bite, and hunted the darkness with a dogged determination. And then they turned upon the light, any light that was not their own was soon gone. It was said that the Mad l'Cie was once again encased in crystal. Or that he'd destroyed his Fal'Cie master and had transcended to godhood. Reports were sketchy. His legacy is what remained. <br /> <br /> At first Alma had joined the group of those who had sought to find a way to cure it the plague. But soon she was one of the only ones left. And she didnt have the biochemistry know-how to pull it off on her own. As the empties evolved, and they grew more adept at sensing the light, she smothered the borrowed light within her. She tried to learn how to conceal it, rather than to develop it to become more radiant and powerful. She only made use of greater displays of it in desperation. <br /> <br /> She'd become far dimmer as a result, in more ways than one. Gone was that impish innocence and naivete that always had been a part of her before the first riots started. After they'd killed their first dozen group of bandits. After shed watched the light in their friends eyes go out and become.. the hollow light of empties.. she hardened her heart. <br /> <br /> They'd lost too many for her to do otherwise. <br /> <br /> And so she focused on survival. Put aside the dreams she once had for the future. <br /> <br /> It was the little rituals that had kept them alive right now, as Riku came away from the window to the store room, she was in there already, taking inventory of their supplies. She did this with a clipped meticulous preciseness. <br /> <br /> Things were more valuable than people now, after all. All except one person. Her partner. <br /> <br /> She looked up as her partner entered the room, knowing the question he'd already ask about the impending meeting with their supplier, <br /> <br /> "...We have enough to trade to Argider's man, Madison. A few pieces of refined Magicite would go a long way towards getting what we need from Bunansa, but he'll take us for almost all we have." <br /> <br /> The Rozarrian pirate who had crashed in the Lower City during the tail end of the riots had carved out his own sector who plagued on the tourists within the city, flanked by his formidable Bangaa crew members. They weren't on the best of terms, not after he found out that Riku was a former Judge-Cadet, but some of his men were still willing to deal with them. <br /> <br /> "..and he'll almost certainly try to kill us once the trade is made, but what else is new?"
 :'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>When the darkness went first, Riku almost hadn't survived the good doctor Alberic's legacy. <br /> <br /> Time after time, they had only just survived the hunting packs of empties that still seemed to dog his steps, even to this day. They were rabid to destroy any hint of darkness and Riku, by his very nature, attracted attention. <br /> <br /> When the supply of holy crystals faded and were now fiercely fought over as both one of the most effective and the most dangerous kinds of healing magic, he also developed a different requirement. He tried.. very effectively in most cases, and with great pains, to make sure Alma didn't see. Oh.. he was sure that she knew. <br /> <br /> Had to know. <br /> <br /> But they had made such a game of going along with each others lies, even when they were telling them to each other and not everyone else. It was hard to put that down. The truth, in many cases as too sharp-edged to handle. And if a bandit or one of Bergan's armored thugs disappeared every so often. Who was to say the world wasn't made better for it. <br /> <br /> "Yeah. We'll see where that gets him." Riku snorts softly in derision, picking up a tin can and examining it idly before putting it back on the shelf. "Bergan's been overstretching himself.. again.." he says, flipping the channel to another conversation they had earlier as if they had never laid it down. "You know where that armory would get us. Especially since Argrider needs ammo to keep his racket going." <br /> <br /> Never mind the place was swarming with empties. <br /> <br /> Inconsequential. <br /> <br /> Riku had become very cavalier and light-hearted as Alma shut down. Perhaps it was just another way of hiding, but whatever his real feelings were, he kept them behind a shifting series of masks. Alma saw farther than most. But only sometimes, and others? He seemed even to forget who he was entirely. <br /> <br /> Those were the bad days. <br /> <br /> Riku frowned in thought and then shrugged. "Your call. We can go to Madison and let the pieces fall where they lay, or we can try for the armory. One or the other doesn't exclude the shooting.. but we might find some neat stuff on the way down." he grins.

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-:'''[[Rikul]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>It's been a year. <br /> <br /> A year since the plague. <br /> <br /> A year since the portals shut down and the skies went silent. <br /> <br /> There was order at first. Certainty. The plague would end. Resources would last. The House and the Order of Judges would remain, as they had always had remained, the voice of authority in Archades. The archadian military knew how to deal with the heartless, and so these new and virulent Empties who spread their hollowness with bite and dread as an aura around them were fended off. But all such temporary measures become inconsequential when there is little to eat. When the stocks were poisoned. When the city began to fall, one piece at a time, and could do little more than a holding action against the rising tide. <br /> <br /> The riots came first. Then the shattering, when the Judges and the House turned on each other. Many judges and several judge magisters were slain, both in the fighting and in the executions to follow. The executions, public and otherwise. The resistance was rooted up and crushed only to rise again. And always the Empties. The plague. The heartless. Always the darkness gnawing on the edges of a broken city. Upper Archades was almost completely lost and the city, both Lower and Upper, carved by a butcher's cleaver into a number of warring districts all led by the remaining Judge Magisters, House members or officials such as Dr. Bunansa who flourished like a hideous and sickly smelling hothouse bloom in this time of calamity. <br /> <br /> The dragon of Archades lay dying for a full year in the unforgiving sun. Now most of the houses lay empty. It is rare now to see the bands of hunting soldiers and bandits raiding the remains for supplies. There is little in difference to either group. Monsters and the heartless roam the abandoned city of Lower Archades, preying on the unwary while empties roam the hollow streets and mansions of Upper Archades. <br /> <br /> And people do.. and make.. the best that they can. Even in the relatively safe parts of the remaining city, there is always a market for supplies. Rationing. Hardship.. and money for those crazed enough to venture into the abandoned parts of the city, braving the walls upon which are stationed Dr. Cid's thought controlled Rooks and mechanical soldiers. <br /> <br /> Riku opens his eyes, rubbing at them gingerly with a hand as he looks away from the broken window. He leans against the peeling wall, the wood rotten and creaking as he leans against it. This wasn't an entirely safe place (for as much as any place could be considered safe anymore) but it was shelter and he had worked hard to make it as comfortable as possible. <br /> <br /> He resecured the piece of wood over the window, a large glyph etched it in and every other entrance passively shielding the area from the heartless. It wasn't magic strong enough to be picked up by the sensors, but enough to make them pick easier targets. <br /> <br /> And there were always those.. anybody can get tired.. and look away for a moment. <br /> <br /> Riku had a moment of disorientation, a vague sense of unreality and then.. shook it off, sighing quietly as he goes to check their slowly dwindling supplies and make a list in his head of things he was willing to trade for when they saw the supplier today.
+:'''[[Riku]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>It's been a year. <br /> <br /> A year since the plague. <br /> <br /> A year since the portals shut down and the skies went silent. <br /> <br /> There was order at first. Certainty. The plague would end. Resources would last. The House and the Order of Judges would remain, as they had always had remained, the voice of authority in Archades. The archadian military knew how to deal with the heartless, and so these new and virulent Empties who spread their hollowness with bite and dread as an aura around them were fended off. But all such temporary measures become inconsequential when there is little to eat. When the stocks were poisoned. When the city began to fall, one piece at a time, and could do little more than a holding action against the rising tide. <br /> <br /> The riots came first. Then the shattering, when the Judges and the House turned on each other. Many judges and several judge magisters were slain, both in the fighting and in the executions to follow. The executions, public and otherwise. The resistance was rooted up and crushed only to rise again. And always the Empties. The plague. The heartless. Always the darkness gnawing on the edges of a broken city. Upper Archades was almost completely lost and the city, both Lower and Upper, carved by a butcher's cleaver into a number of warring districts all led by the remaining Judge Magisters, House members or officials such as Dr. Bunansa who flourished like a hideous and sickly smelling hothouse bloom in this time of calamity. <br /> <br /> The dragon of Archades lay dying for a full year in the unforgiving sun. Now most of the houses lay empty. It is rare now to see the bands of hunting soldiers and bandits raiding the remains for supplies. There is little in difference to either group. Monsters and the heartless roam the abandoned city of Lower Archades, preying on the unwary while empties roam the hollow streets and mansions of Upper Archades. <br /> <br /> And people do.. and make.. the best that they can. Even in the relatively safe parts of the remaining city, there is always a market for supplies. Rationing. Hardship.. and money for those crazed enough to venture into the abandoned parts of the city, braving the walls upon which are stationed Dr. Cid's thought controlled Rooks and mechanical soldiers. <br /> <br /> Riku opens his eyes, rubbing at them gingerly with a hand as he looks away from the broken window. He leans against the peeling wall, the wood rotten and creaking as he leans against it. This wasn't an entirely safe place (for as much as any place could be considered safe anymore) but it was shelter and he had worked hard to make it as comfortable as possible. <br /> <br /> He resecured the piece of wood over the window, a large glyph etched it in and every other entrance passively shielding the area from the heartless. It wasn't magic strong enough to be picked up by the sensors, but enough to make them pick easier targets. <br /> <br /> And there were always those.. anybody can get tired.. and look away for a moment. <br /> <br /> Riku had a moment of disorientation, a vague sense of unreality and then.. shook it off, sighing quietly as he goes to check their slowly dwindling supplies and make a list in his head of things he was willing to trade for when they saw the supplier today.
 :'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>Dr. Alberic Lux <br /> <br /> The Mad l'cie who damned an already doomed world. His twisted plan to transcend humanity to the light by wiping away the impurities had brought the battle between light and dark to it's conclusion all too soon. His creations spread emptiness through a bite, and hunted the darkness with a dogged determination. And then they turned upon the light, any light that was not their own was soon gone. It was said that the Mad l'Cie was once again encased in crystal. Or that he'd destroyed his Fal'Cie master and had transcended to godhood. Reports were sketchy. His legacy is what remained. <br /> <br /> At first Alma had joined the group of those who had sought to find a way to cure it the plague. But soon she was one of the only ones left. And she didnt have the biochemistry know-how to pull it off on her own. As the empties evolved, and they grew more adept at sensing the light, she smothered the borrowed light within her. She tried to learn how to conceal it, rather than to develop it to become more radiant and powerful. She only made use of greater displays of it in desperation. <br /> <br /> She'd become far dimmer as a result, in more ways than one. Gone was that impish innocence and naivete that always had been a part of her before the first riots started. After they'd killed their first dozen group of bandits. After shed watched the light in their friends eyes go out and become.. the hollow light of empties.. she hardened her heart. <br /> <br /> They'd lost too many for her to do otherwise. <br /> <br /> And so she focused on survival. Put aside the dreams she once had for the future. <br /> <br /> It was the little rituals that had kept them alive right now, as Riku came away from the window to the store room, she was in there already, taking inventory of their supplies. She did this with a clipped meticulous preciseness. <br /> <br /> Things were more valuable than people now, after all. All except one person. Her partner. <br /> <br /> She looked up as her partner entered the room, knowing the question he'd already ask about the impending meeting with their supplier, <br /> <br /> "...We have enough to trade to Argider's man, Madison. A few pieces of refined Magicite would go a long way towards getting what we need from Bunansa, but hell take us for almost all we have." <br /> <br /> The Rozarrian pirate who had crashed in the Lower City during the tail end of the riots had carved out his own sector who plagued on the tourists within the city, flanked by his formidable Bangaa crew members. They weren't on the best of terms, not after he found out that Riku was a former Judge-Cadet, but some of his men were still willing to deal with them. <br /> <br /> "..and he'll almost certainly try to kill us once the trade is made, but what else is new?"

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