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 :'''[[Neviril]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> Well in her mind, the confrontation is about to commence. It's not exactly an easy scene, what with a weak average noble woman, up against her evil fully trained Dark Knight self, yeah that outa be interesting, but hey all battles are odd aren't they.<br /><br /> Neviril," So, you wish to get rid of me? You wish to FIGHT ME? You know you cannot do that, you and I are one, without me you are nothing. You are not a fighter, you are helpless and weak, nothing!" She Smirks, and acts as though her otherself was some pathetic elf.<br /><br /> Nevi, "I will fight you, and I will win! Because I have too, because I want too. No more, no more darkness, no more hate, no more tentacle! I will stop you, and you will be under my control, and we will atone for our sins."<br /><br /> More words fly, some good, some bad, some ugly.. But in the end they are words, and the battle is preparing, both sides sizing up to determine the best course of action, how to attack, where to attack, and how to make the most effective strike against the other to quickly end this and regain control over what they both claim as their own.
-:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>And in the real world, Aerith prepares to head for the bar. "Now that she's out..." She turned toward Jecht. "Maybe I should catch you up on things." Her expression turned dispassionate. "I have a few... suspicions about Baron's current position. I'm not exactly sure what's going on with them, but I've just been given reason to believe things are very, very wrong." She folded her arms in front of her. "They were recently responsible for destroying an entire world... or rather, almost destroying it. A plan's underway to get it back. Since you seem like a more than honorable person, and yet practical at the same time, I'd ask you to help out."
+:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>And in the real world, Aerith prepares to head for the bar. "Now that she's out..." She turned toward Jecht. "Maybe I should catch you up on things." Her expression turned dispassionate. "I have a few... suspicions about Baron's current position. I'm not exactly sure what's going on with them, but I've just been given reason to believe things are very, very wrong. She just made it sound like there's no one in control, or the one in command has lost it." She folded her arms in front of her. "I'm inclined to believe her. They were recently responsible for destroying an entire world... or rather, almost destroying it. A plan's underway to get it back. Since you seem like a more than honorable person, and yet practical at the same time, I'd ask you to help out."
 :'''[[Jecht]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> Jecht rubs his arm at that. He'd heard about most of this stuff, yeah; you didn't go around and do odd jobs and not hear about rumors like mad kings and crazy countries and stuff. He looks sort of uncomfortable at her request. "I can't," Jecht replies after a moment, picking up his tea and taking a sip. Oh, god, that was awful. He'd have to ask Tifa how to make this stuff later. Still, he'd just have to bear it; wasting food was a sin. So Jecht tips his head back, with a sour face, and swallows the tea. <br /><br /> He'd had weirder stuff to drink. <br /><br /> "I'd like to...I just...I can't." He sets the teacup down and pours himself a bottle of good old shoopuff milk instead. "It's..." <br /><br /> How do you explain to someone that you're worried your very touch is going to obliterate something like that, or that you touching a fragment of a world might wake up the evil space whale you were the core of "...complicated. Sorry."

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 :'''[[Neviril]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> Well in her mind, the confrontation is about to commence. It's not exactly an easy scene, what with a weak average noble woman, up against her evil fully trained Dark Knight self, yeah that outa be interesting, but hey all battles are odd aren't they.<br /><br /> Neviril," So, you wish to get rid of me? You wish to FIGHT ME? You know you cannot do that, you and I are one, without me you are nothing. You are not a fighter, you are helpless and weak, nothing!" She Smirks, and acts as though her otherself was some pathetic elf.<br /><br /> Nevi, "I will fight you, and I will win! Because I have too, because I want too. No more, no more darkness, no more hate, no more tentacle! I will stop you, and you will be under my control, and we will atone for our sins."<br /><br /> More words fly, some good, some bad, some ugly.. But in the end they are words, and the battle is preparing, both sides sizing up to determine the best course of action, how to attack, where to attack, and how to make the most effective strike against the other to quickly end this and regain control over what they both claim as their own.
-:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>And in the real world, Aerith prepares to head for the bar. "Now that she's out..." She turned toward Jecht. "Maybe I should catch you up on things." Her expression turned dispassionate. "As you've heard, Baron's king is dead. He's been replaced by an imposter, and they're running the country through a path of destruction." She folded her arms in front of her. "They were recently responsible for destroying an entire world... or rather, almost destroying it. A plan's underway to get it back. Since you seem like a more than honorable person, and yet practical at the same time, I'd ask you to help out."
+:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:'''<br><span></span>And in the real world, Aerith prepares to head for the bar. "Now that she's out..." She turned toward Jecht. "Maybe I should catch you up on things." Her expression turned dispassionate. "I have a few... suspicions about Baron's current position. I'm not exactly sure what's going on with them, but I've just been given reason to believe things are very, very wrong." She folded her arms in front of her. "They were recently responsible for destroying an entire world... or rather, almost destroying it. A plan's underway to get it back. Since you seem like a more than honorable person, and yet practical at the same time, I'd ask you to help out."
 :'''[[Jecht]] has posed:'''<br><span></span> Jecht rubs his arm at that. He'd heard about most of this stuff, yeah; you didn't go around and do odd jobs and not hear about rumors like mad kings and crazy countries and stuff. He looks sort of uncomfortable at her request. "I can't," Jecht replies after a moment, picking up his tea and taking a sip. Oh, god, that was awful. He'd have to ask Tifa how to make this stuff later. Still, he'd just have to bear it; wasting food was a sin. So Jecht tips his head back, with a sour face, and swallows the tea. <br /><br /> He'd had weirder stuff to drink. <br /><br /> "I'd like to...I just...I can't." He sets the teacup down and pours himself a bottle of good old shoopuff milk instead. "It's..." <br /><br /> How do you explain to someone that you're worried your very touch is going to obliterate something like that, or that you touching a fragment of a world might wake up the evil space whale you were the core of "...complicated. Sorry."