[RP] Final Fantasy IX: Scars of Terra (Remake)

Zachary Clement - South Gate
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The day was beginning to draw to a close judging by the height of the sun on the horizon. It cast a warm, relaxing glow over Zachary and the entire land he was travelling through. As the gentle trot of Chocobo steps continued like a metronome, he closed his eyes and allowed the Choc-drawn carriage to walk on at a steady pace. Unknown to Zachary, the carriage had arrived at the South Gate much quicker than expected.

"Ahem!" The guard coughed intentionally to wake Zachary from his nap.

Startled, Zachary awoke, with his limbs flailing slightly as if to stop himself falling from the cart. His eyes began to focus on the stern faced figure in front of him. Whoever it was, they didn't seem best pleased. The guard hoisted his trousers up in an authoritative manor and slowly approached the young thief.

"You lost, boy? Best you take yourself elsewhere. Quickly."

The guard was all talk, and Zachary knew it. The whole tough-guy act didn't wash with him, but he was in no mood to waste time arguing. Lindblum was waiting for him and he was desperate to get on that airship before it left. Mimicking the guard, Zachary hoisted his bottoms and slowly walked forward.

"....BOOM!" Zachary pressed the pass he had "acquired" from the half-wit trader back in Treno, into the guards nose.

"Lost? I don't think so. The Festival of the Hunt is coming up in Lindblum and someone needs to deliver the finest resources Treno has to offer!"

It suddenly dawned on Zachary that he actually had no idea what was in the sacks on the back of the stolen carriage. He was concerned, but had an unwavering nerve in tense situations. His years as a thief around the various streets of Treno prepared him to keep calm in all situations. The now somewhat deflated guard looked at the pass, glanced at the carriage and then directly at a vacant Zachary; who figured he needed to act a bit more like a common trader. Stupid.

"I'm not interested in your story. Just get your crap and load it onto the ship." The guard clearly had no desire to continue any conversation with Zachary, and signaled to gatekeepers to unlock the gates.

With enthusiasm, Zachary jumped back onto the carriage and hoisted the reigns of the Chocobo's. With one almighty wark, the Chocobo's strode forward through the gates and towards the loading dock of the airship. It was an incredible sight, brand new to his eyes. Growing up in Treno, Zachary was used to fancy gadgets and luxury clothing that the regents insisted on flaunting. It was the norm, and it was also now, the stolen. Luxuries aside, an airship of this stature was something he had never seen, and it was breathtaking. He had been gawping at it for so long that he had not noticed an overly friendly and efficient worker load the carriage onto the ship.

"All done, sir!" The worker tipped his cap and wholeheartedly patted Zachary on the back.

"Wha...Oh, the...I mean my carriage. Thanks, buddy." He was captivated by the mechanical beauty. So much so, that his cover could easily have been blown should a more hardened to the world official taken the carriage instead.

Zachary could see people were now boarding the ship. His stomach turned with nerves and excitement. Two feelings he hadn't experienced in a long time. Too long. With a deep breath, he took his first step onto the ladder which was leading up to the ship. One by one the ladder runs vanished below him, until he reached the top. The engines were now whirring, ready to go. The smell of warm oil filled the air, as the whole structure began to vibrate. It was either the ship or it was the whole of his body shaking with excitement, Zachary couldn't be sure.

"Preparing to depart!" A loud bellow came from above the floor Zachary was on.

This was it.
 
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John Bridges - Home Sweet Home
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Oh how ever busy it was at the Grand Hall of Residence of le Famille de Bridges in the unofficial Royal District of Lindblum, containing the area close to the entrance of the Grand Castle. Host to no more than twenty grandiose mansions, renting a room in one of those for just a month would easily cost as much as buying a house in the Business District. And the most spectacular and in some ways the weirdest of the architectural wonders was of course the sweet home of John. Reaching out from the Grand Castle like a branch from a tree, the furthest edge capped at 500 meters outwards from the rest of the "district", earning the nick-name of the Broken Bridge by those living underneath it districts below. Rumours say that gusts of wind make cobble from the "bridge" drop down. Frightened of the mere thought that it could break and fall on top of the houses deep underneath, many a man sold their holdings and moved elsewhere. But John had no doubt that it was the finest example of modern engineering, impregnable, ever-lasting.

"Beg my pardon but I believe you have become fat!" How sweet it was to hear that. Not the words, no, they paid no role. It was the voice. The voice that belonged to John's elder sister, Lisa Bywater, wife to the famous Daguerran politician and merchant of Alexandrian noble heritage.

"My sweet sister, I still have a long road to go to catch up to you!" Sarcasm at its finest, Lisa could do nought but smile and hug her brother. As kids they had been so fond of each-other that some confused them for twins. Yet life had forced them down separate paths. Lisa was married off to Alexandria and John started travelling the world. Those who know better, know that if Lisa had never left for Alexandria, John would never have left the premises of Lindblum.

"Is a hug all I get? I haven't seen you for a year ... where's my present?" Lisa's face reflected utter dissapointment, her eyes sadness. John winked, turned his back to Lisa and hurried off. Even when Lisa didn't move an inch for a minute, John had no doubts that she would, eventually, follow him. And so she did. Together they took a stroll around the mansion for a good hour, chatting of everything that was and came on their minds. As she got weary from all the walking, they reached her room.

" Oh how sweet, thank you John!" She kissed him on his cheeks and run to her bed where a gift-box awaited her.

"AAaaaaahhhh!!!!" A frightening scream and half a heart attack later, a moogle had jumped out of the box.

"Kupo"


[An hour later]

To say that the kitchens were very busy would have been an understatement. It was hell in there, with a staff of hundreds. There were pantlers, there were bakers, there were waferers and sauciers, larderers and butchers, carvers and page boys, milkmaids and countless scullions on top of dozens of other servants. Yet John enjoyed to be in midst of all that chaos, trying to contribute as much as he could. How different he was from his brother Lowell who disgusted the masses, simple workers and the poor. On occassions John would even go as far as to ask some of the staff to join their feasts.

" John, you know, my old man was so happy he was almost crying when he heard you won the prix in Treno." The blue haired idol could do nought but laugh. He patted the young chef on his shoulder and told:

" I didn't know being a cry-baby was a family thing!" The young chef made a hectic turn, facing other way and tying to look busy cooking. John knew the lad was crying.

" I am sorry ... I didn't mean it like that, it was a joke." Lord Bridges had an assuring, sweet voice that had done wonders on girls whenever something rude had slipped out of his mouth. Yet it seemed to have little effect on calming this boy.

" I know ... I know" the chef kept sobbing so bad that he had to stop cooking.

" Hey, I got you and your family a ticket to the Grand Prix of Lindblum. " For a moment the tears stopped. What a relief.

" Really?" John nodded. And off he went again. The lad was crying even more than before.

" Too much onion ... too much!"
 
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Zachary Clement - Airship to Lindblum
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The air was cool and crisp, gently blowing through Zachary's already messy hair. Land could be seen for miles, it was a beautiful sight. As the airships engine's grumbled in the background, Zachary began to think what he would actually do when he arrived at Lindblum. It wasn't something that he had thought through in detail, or thought through at all for that matter. In terms of seeing the world as his mentor Lambert had, Lindblum just seemed to be the natural starting point. Splendor, women, foreign goods; it had everything that Zachary was interested in.

Zachary crossed his arms as leaned against the railings of the ship. Setting his head down on his folded arms, he couldn't hep but think bout Lambert. They could have gone on this journey together. Although, the more he thought about it, if Lambert were still alive, Zachary probably wouldn't have made the decision to leave Treno. Even though Lambert was dead, he was still a huge influence on Zachary's life, in so many ways.

Whilst daydreaming, as usual Zachary was brought back to reality with a fright as the airship dropped in altitude,

"AHHH! What the hell is going on?!"

Zachary's inexperience with aviation was a great source of comedy for the much traveled passengers of the ship.

"Everything OK there, princess? BWAHAHAHAHA!"

A group of portly traders roared with laughter before turning and walking away.

Slightly confused, and still a bit shaken from the experience, Zachary reluctantly peered over the edge. The airship was clearly coming in towards Lindblum and needed to begin declining. With a puff of the cheeks, Zachary stood bolt upright and looked directly in front of him, only for his gaze to be met by the spectacular view of Lindblum. This was the first sight of the legendary Lindblum for the young thief, and it certainly did not disappoint.

Various cogs and gears were now beginning to grind away as they continued to drop in altitude. Lindblum was now growing larger and larger as the airship neared. Zachary could feel his pulse racing with excitement and expectation. His earlier concerns about a lack of goal or plan had quickly faded. He had no ties or commitments, so what pressure was there on him?

The airship was now parallel with the docking gates of Lindblum and beginning to slow. With an almighty creak the gates began to open, revealing the beautiful inside that it had to offer. The airship accepted the invitation and proceeded in, taking Zachary with. As a gentle smile appeared across his face, he couldn't help but wonder what awaited him from the point onward.
 
Mr. 1000

As Mr. 1000, Panda and Remilia sat down in there seats. Mr. 1000 saw Panda go and play some cards. Mr. 1000 took out his drawings and slowly began to draw the people around the table with Panda. Mr. 1000 began to wonder what he would see in Lindluim. Would he see the amazing gate that Vivi had described? Would he see the whole city that had many sections, and felt more like a city within a city.

As Mr.1000 continued to draw the people he felt something was wrong as they were slowly passing the South Gate.

Mr.1000 whispered to Remillia, "Is it just me or does something feel odd here?"

Fate Talisman

Fate went on ahead of Vaughn. He made it to the castle first and rushed in to the castle. There he met with the Queen and King. "Excuse me your majesties" Fate bowed down slowly, "I come from Burmecia, and I have an urgent letter for reinforcements."

Fate handed the letter to Garnet and Zidane. He hoped that they would be able to send in forces to help Burmecia.

"Alright we will send what we can at once," Zidane said.

"Thank you your Majesty!" Fate said as he bowed down and slowly get up again and was quickly out the door.
 
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John Bridges - The Tournament
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" Do ya feel like winning bro?" The low bass belonged to the "Gambler", John's brother. He was slightly taller and bulkier than John however he seemed a little shaken and stressed, especially in comparison to his brothers'.

" Hah, I wouldn't tell you even if I knew Henry. You are the one who's called the Gambler. So gamble a little, test your luck." While John found it ever so funny, the Gambler smirked and sput on the ground.

" I could make millions off you ... " There was no doubt that Henry was upset. He sput yet again and then turned left on a crossroad while John kept going straight. Straight to the Tetra Master Hall of Lindblum. He was welcomed by a crowd of young girls who had gathered hearing rumours of John's return to Lindblum. It was their lucky day.

" Thank you all, thank you for your love. One day I will return all of it to a lucky girl who might just as well as be you!" His voice was magically enchanted, by a potion, as it was so common for the screams of the fans to be so loud that he couldn't even hear his own thoughts. Just as he finished his sentence, he took the hand of a young girl and kissed it slight and smooth. As smooth as was the kiss was the fainting. The girl was caught by John a second before she had caught unaware by the street. Some girls seemed jealous and mimicked fainting, but our celebrity paid them no heed. In all of his glory, he stood up and entered the Hall.

" Lord Bridges!" A guard called. Within seconds the busy hall had become silent, watching in awe. The surprise turned into disappointment for many. If lord Bridges was here, their odds to win the tournament dropped by a good half.

" Help me carry her to my quarters" The guard complied and took the girl, carrying her all the way to the private rooms section in the Tetra Master Hall. The biggest of them, as always, belonged to young Lord Brigdes. Minutes later as the girl was coming to senses and her eyes opened so slightly, she was welcomed by the most extravangantly furnished and decorated room. There were statues, there were diamons, there were sapphires and there were paintings so pure. That alone might have been enough to make her faint.

" My apologies, my dear." It was the love of her life, John Bridges. A second later and she had lost her conciousness.
 
With one day left till he'd be departing for Burmecia, Ricard decided to spend the evening at the local bar. While it wasn't known for silence, it seemed a group of women were being particularly energetic tonight, leaving them to their conversation Ricard ordered a light drink, with work tomorrow he couldn't go overboard or he'd just regret it by morning, he wasn't a particularly strong drinker anyway. Almost out of eyeshot he noticed the women talking amongst themselves and throwing split second glances in his direction, were they planning something? Ricard took a seat in the far corner with his drink and started taking sips from it.

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Vanessa watched both men's posturing over her develop with an annoyed gaze, briefly stuck where she stood before she got sick of it. Storming off in a dissatisfied fashion with her head down, Vanessa left the three of them and walked to the inn, leaning against the wall with her arms folded. It hadn't taken much but she was already in a bad mood and it didn't look like anything else today was going to change that, much less give her the ability to vent.
 
Annelise Steiner
There's Your Guy, Go After Him!

As soon as Ricard entered the room, Fei, Naomi and Vivian were already finished talking to Anne about how to get her man. Fei had suggested showing off her body to him a little, show a little skin, but this was met with remarks along the minds of "Are you out of your mind?" from the party.

"Now remember what we've said about getting with a guy Anne. Use physical contact to keep him interested. Remember, you have a great body. Don't be afraid to use it, and he'll be all over you like white on rice." Vivian said calmly, and Anne nodded.

"Act high class, men love women of nobility, just like in the fairy tales." Naomi said calmly, her rat tail swaying from side to side. "Act like a blue blood, act haughtily." This word of advice startled the normally timid Anne, but she nodded again."

"Sit on his lap, that'll show how you're so into him." Fei said with a giggle, but both Naomi and Vivian said in unison. "No!"

Vivian smiled, "Now go, show him that the Blue Winged Knights are more than just skilled warriors." She said, putting her hand on Anne's shoulders before the group stepped away. Anne rubbed the creases off her clothing, and took a deep breath.

As the knight's watched as events unfolded, Fei asked Vivian, "So, do you think your advice will work?"

Anne walked up to Ricard, watching him take a drink, "H-Hello, is this seat taken?" she said, putting her hand on his lap, showing off some of her features, despite much of her body being covered in her clothes.

"Unfortunately...I think not." Vivian said as she began to see this event start to become a wagon-wreck.
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Atalanta Palaiologos
Here We Go...

All the complaining and arguing and already it saw Vanessa walking away from the three of them before Atalanta could say something. "Oh, Vanessa." She complained a little before turning her attention to the two of them, "Hey, I'm sorry for my friend here, but I need to go and talk to my sis." She would pull out a pouch containing enough gil for Kuro to get plenty of food and lodging for the night. "Looks like I won't be able to join you for dinner tonight, just take care of yourself, and good luck in becoming an Alexandrian Knight." She said before moving to follow Vanessa. "Hey, wait up why don't you!" Atalanta said out to Vanessa, following her to the inn, where she seemed to be in a bad mood. Atalanta sighed, and shook her head, "Hey Vanessa, you feeling okay?" She said calmly at her "sis" before saying, "I guess Alexandria is not turning out so well for us. How about tomorrow we blow this popsicle stand for Lindblum, the Festival of the Hunt is coming up, and I know you'd like to compete." She said with a light smile on her face.
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Lord Cyril Gesalios, Emperor of the Oeilvertians; Magic Knight, Bishop and Twinsword
Arrival at Cleyra

Theme-Cyril, Le Seigneur des Ténèbres

The Oeilvertian Grand Fleet had been flying across the Great Ocean for two days now. They would have arrived much earlier, were it not for the earlier harassment tactics of the Lindblumite Air Force, of whom Oeilvert managed to defeat. Now their Emperor has finally arrived at Cleyra, now completely occupied by Oeilvert, much to the hostility of his rival Great Powers, Burmecia, Alexandria and Lindblum.

The soldiers and officers began to gather and form up in a line around the ramp of the Oeilvertian ironclad Ship-of-the-Line, L'Orient. The first to disembark was the sword and musket-wielding soldiers of the Oeilvert Old Guard, soldiers personally led by the Emperor himself. Soon, the Emperor would step to the side of the deck. His face and hair as pale as snow. He was clad in black, wearing lightweight armor, seemingly leather, and a billowing black cape with shoulder guards, also in black. Only his white tail, which was wrapped around his waist, was the only thing that differed in color from his black attire. Cyril's red eyes looked at the soldiers who bowed to him, and in front of him was two of his Lord Generals, the Magic Knight, and the Bishop bowing in front of him. Cyril would begin to make his descent, walking down from the ship to greet his allies. "Rise my two Lord Generals, speak of your progress."

"Yes, My Emperor. We have successfully destroyed and dispersed all resistance in Cleyra. The City is now yours." The Magic Knight said. The Bishop however remained silent, largely not to say much in the matter of her murderous acquisition, instead giving Cyril a mirror. It looked like an everyday mirror that would be hanged on a wall, with brown lining on the edges, but there was more to it than it seemed. "Yes, the Earth Elemental Mirror. The first step to the restoration has been achieved." He turned to one of the guards whom he would hand the mirror to. "Put this in the L'Orient, and fetch me Ddaear, I have a mission for her."
 
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Vaughn
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Fears

Vaugh turned and found that Fate had rushed ahead of him, he was certinly eager to bring bad news. Vaughn hung back at the castle's gate, the shear size of the castle this close was not a pleasent experience- at least for Vaughn. It had always looked like the towers were about to collapse and fall away, crushing him to death. Batophobia was something he had picked up when he was a young child in Burmecia but its origins alluded him to this day. Vaughn watched as Fate bowed and handed over the letter. A small smile crept on to his mouth as he saw Zidane almost immediatly promise a troop deployment, his impulsive attidue had not faded in his aging years. Vaughn suddenly felt himself uneasy as Fate left the King and Queen audience and headed back towards Vaughn. It had been a while since he had talked to Zidane and Garnet, Vaughn had changed much in the relatively small time. Fate approched Vaughn as he neared the main gate. "So," began Vaughn, hoping to to forget about the letter from Garnet that was still carried in his bag, "What are you going to do now?"

<OOC - Sorry for being away for so long, real life events and what not>
 
(OOC: I think I'll call it a night in Alexandria for me)

Kuro Sohm, Left Behind​

Atalanta apologized to Kuro before handing over a pouch of gil, Thankfully there was more than enough to feed him and put him up for the night.

"Alright, See you later than Atalanta, Sorry about the trouble!" Kuro said before she ran off after Vanessa. Kuro sighed to himself and thought "Damn, I was hoping we could catch up some." He grumbled to himself before bowing to the young man he was about to fight and walking back towards the main town.

Kuro decided to go to the Bar that also did Card Battles, they were said to have the best booze and food in Alexandria, Once he got there, he went inside and sat at a table, a young waitress came up and asked what he would like.

"I'll have the special of the day with a bottle of beer.", The young waitress nodded and went back to deliver the order. "Man... Today just isn't going well, hope tomorrows better..." A Few minutes later his food came, apparently the special was Freya Soup, it was rather good with nice subtle flavors, once Kuro finished his meal he paid the bill and walked outside.

"I think I'll just sleep this food off and see if I can get a audience in the morning.." He said before heading back to the inn.
 
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Ddraea de Gaul - Ddraea's Mission
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Ddraea was sitting among her personal retinue, going though the motions of laughter and comradeship with them, when a voice was cleared behind her. "Ahem." Turning, Ddraea dropped all pretenses. "Yes? What is it?" The guard eyed her, Ddraea had removed her armor and was in light leather ware, with her breast binding showing. She showed no shame in her physical appearance. "Lord Cyril calls for you. It would be best to hurry." The contempt was palatable Ddraea had always been treated as an outcast, the older Genomes regarded her as a failed experiment, while the newer ones thought she had a corrupted soul. Ignoring the tone, perhaps never hearing it at all, Ddraea jumped up from her seat, letting it clatter to the ground. "My lord..."

With her armor on, Ddraea descended from the ramp of L'Orient, with great proud strides she quickly closed the distance between her and her Emperor. Withdrawing and gripping her Rune Blade, she bowed deeply before Cyril, and averted her eyes to the ground before him. "My Lord, you have called for me, I come quickly and gladly, ready to serve." Ddraea remained bowed with her gaze to the ground awaiting the command of her beloved master.
 
Taking a light sip of his drink, Ricard didn't notice a young woman approach him and place a hand on his lap.

"H-Hello, is this seat taken?"

Ricard was taken aback by the rather assertive action on her part, to avoid assuming the worst he shuffled himself along in his seat to give her room to sit down. "N-No, help yourself" Ricard waited for her to sit down before addressing her again "so, who are you?"

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"I guess Alexandria is not turning out so well for us. How about tomorrow we blow this popsicle stand for Lindblum, the Festival of the Hunt is coming up, and I know you'd like to compete."

Vanessa simply replied with a huff, before uttering a "whatever" and walking on, slightly faster. In truth Vanessa was looking forward to it but she wasn't in the mood to entertain enthusiasm right now, everyone was getting on her nerves today. Marching into the inn she entered one of the vacant rooms, not waiting to ask Atalanta if they had booked one yet, she then sat down on the bed with her back to the door and proceeded to fold her arms defiantly.
 
Lan Ester

Lan sighed as everyone left. With nothing much to do, Lan decided to take a look around town before finding an inn to stay at. As he walked around, the sights were nice to a person who's entire life was spent in the forest. It was a far cry from the simple huts that was set up and even then, it seems like something was growing. Eventually, Lan found an inn. He accumulated a small fortune while on the road, doing various jobs for other people. With his stuff in tow, Lan walked into the first inn and paid for a night. He was led to his room before he collapsed onto the bed.

"Oh boy. I wonder what will happen now. I think I'll find more about this war before anything else." Lan muttered as he stared at the ceiling.
 
(Okay, let's see if I can speed things along)

Annelise Steiner
Nervousness...Overwhelming

"N-No, help yourself" Anne would shuffle to her seat, wiping her brow of sweat. She was feeling quite nervous but decided to press on, letting go of Ricard's leg as soon as she sat on the chair. "M-M-My name?" Anne said, stuttering her words when he asked her of her name. "My n-name is Anne...it's...a pleasure to meet you?" She said, blushing beat red. "W-What's y-yours?" Anne tried her best to keep it going, but she was so blasted shy it seemed like she was going to black out from blood loss from all her blushing...and that was what she did, not even noticing that she hit her head on the desk, and slumping onto the ground.

"Hmm...I think she may have drank some alcohol..." Naomi said, putting her finger up as if she was making a point. Vivian looked at the Burmecian, "You really should finish your drinks Naomi..." She said calmly before walking up to the pair. "Sorry about this, Ricard...she's a bit shy..." She said calmly, going to pick her up and wrap her arm around the back of her neck, carrying her out. Fei sighed, "Oh, the General is going to chew us out for this..."
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Cyril Gesalios, Emperor of Oeilvert

"My Lord, you have called for me, I come quickly and gladly, ready to serve."

Cyril was calm and as he looked on at Ddraea, he smiled, "I have a task for you. I want you to send your armies. Prepare your soldiers for an invasion of Lindblum, Twinsword and the Magic Knight shall accompany you. Destroy their shipyards and secure the Fire Elemental Mirror for me." Cyril said before looking towards Bishop. "As for you Bishop, I want you to scout out Burmecia's defenses, and that of the North Gate. I shall secure this city as our forward base as we secure our final objective of Alexandria."

"Yes, Your Highness!" All the Lord Generals who received their orders spoke loudly, in compliance to their beloved Emperor, and Cyril would turn away, looking at the large tree as it darkened against the night sky. "Everything is going to work...I'm sure of it."
 
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Leona Firewater - An Unusual Airship
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Leona had left Alexandria, finding no clues there, and was making her way towards Lindblum. She soared above the clouds in her personal airship, small and open air, more of an air-bicycle then anything else. It was there above the clouds, higher then most commercial and personal ships go, that she saw an impressive airship. Oeilvert in design, it was too large to be a scouting ship, although it was accompanied by one, and Cyril would never send only one ship to start an invasion.

Leona was filled with a sense of foreboding. But this wasn't her business. Depending on how this war went, it would either increase her business, or shut it down completely. And for the first time she wasn't sure which.

Dipping down, she made her way for Lindblum. Her time in Alexandria hadn't been a complete wash, she heard that Remilia was headed this way, and the Festival of the Hunt began in two days. She touched down among the pinnacle rocks. Although her means of travel were becoming more common, they we're still rare enough to catch a very fine price, and her Unicorn was too easy to steal. She made her way to Lindblum, planning to stay in the seediest inn she could find.

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Quinn Quaff - The Game Begins
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Quinn stood over their last prey, blood trickling from their mouth, a sweat broken across their brow. Mischief gleamed in their eye. "Now you know! I defeat you like all! None can beat me!"

Hippeter was on the ground, tears streaming from his eyes. "Yea yea! You and your card hearts!" Quinn seethed in rage. "That Heart of the Card!" Quinn folded up his battle field and put the spoils of battle away in one of the many card compartments of his belt. "You no have good card. You play like baby." Quinn said. "I'm only 7! What did you expect!" Hippeter returned. Quinn turned from him, beginning to leave before he was stopped, "Wait! You're really good. Are you entering the Tournament?" Quinn stopped dead in their tracks.

At the Lindblum Tetra Master Stadium, Hippeter in tow, Quinn inquires about the tourney. "Years you say?" Hippeter nodded. "Yes, for years this has been going on, how could you not know?" Quinn shifted uncomfortably. "Not matter. Me enter now." Both of them signing up, Quinn eagerly awaits the start.

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Ddaear de Gaul - Plans Made Upon L'Elfe
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Ddaear paced back and forth in the war room of L'Elfe, The Magic Knight's personal airship. She had been formulating her plan in full on their route. "You should relax Ddaear. I'm sure you have everything under control." Cerise Dufay-Montaigne flicked dirt from under her nail with a dagger. "Cerise, don't you get what Lord Cyril has done? He's having me lead this, with two of his generals assisting me! This is a test. A big one. Why else would those of a higher rank be here with me?" Cerise stretched out in the chair she was sitting in. She thought Ddaear worried too much. Why even need a plan? They should just rush the docks and smash them up. "I know what you're thinking Cerise, and no, I need to impress Lord Cyril with not only my power, but some sort of cunning. And cunning isn't my strong suit." Ddaead sighed. At that moment Léonide Ryo Dufay-Montaigne -The Magic Knight- and Corselia Aurore Kasertis -The Twin Sword- arrived.

Saluting the two Generals, Cerise relaxed once the salute was returned, but Ddaear remained rigid and professional. Léonide greeted his sister warmly. Once the niceties were exchanged, they each took their seats, and Ddaear explained her plan; "Generals, this is a precision mission as you know, although I have put in motion a way we can begin the occupation of Lindblum." The generals exchanged glances. "In two days, during the Festival of the Hunt, we will unload our cargo, and in the insuring panic, take out the Lindblum air-docks." Cerise spoke up in a whine, "Two days more on that small scouting ship! I hate it." Ddaear shot Cerise a hurt look of smoldering anger. She didn't need Cerise undermining her authority in any way in front of the Generals. "Moving on." Ddaear continued, "Myself and General Léonide Ryo Dufay will take the common gates. We should be able to take out the many docks quickly with our power. We shall be accompanied by an Admantoise and Two Jabberwocks. Cerise and Corselia Aurore Kasertis, your mission is a bit more difficult. You must sneak into the palace just as the commotion starts, and get to their royal docks quickly. You will be escorted by Two Gimmie Cats, who will distract the guards by trying to steal from the castle, and an Epitaph just in case."

"What did you mean when you said that we could start our occupation Ddaear?" Ddaear folded her hands in front of her face for a moment. "As we are taking out the docks, my retinue will be disabling Lindblums Cannons with monster companions of their own. Aside from the extra monsters released in the hunt, I have several flying units. They will take out the ships in the air, and several of our own airships will arrive, cannons pointed at the streets of the city, previously safe during the hunt. If Cid does not open his gates to our forces, many might die." Cerise looked slightly disappointed. "Are we even formally at War with Lindblum?" Ddaear ignored her. "This is of course, if you two agree to this plan. If not, we need not call the air force, although I believe this method will lead to the least amount of life lost for ether side. What do you two think?"
 
Remilia Oveilia

"Is it just me or does something feel odd here?"

Remilia frowned as Mr.1000 asked that question. She looked around the airship and briefly looked over to where Panda was. Nothing came to mind as she then looked outside via the window beside her.

"I don't think so. You might be imagining things Mr. 1000." Remilia replied as she leaned back a bit, her orbs resting on the ground.

A question then shot through her.

"Hey Panda. Are you joining the Festival of the hunt?" Remilia asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
 
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John Bridges - Tetra Master
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While young Ser Bridges was usually granted a spot in the quarter finals for his impressive record in the history of the tournament, he had a tendency to join the qualifiers. For fun, he always said. But truth be told, it was more than likely he did so to promote the game. In qualifiers, the odds were that many a newbie had a chance to verse him. Every year this little chance brought dozens of fangirls to sign up for the tournament. As was this year. Unfortunately for John, these ladies used to know nought of card battles. Thus he came up with a brilliant idea. If a girl manages to beat him, they go on a date. Out of nowhere, a new generation of female Tetra Master players sprung up, of whom some actually managed to acquire quite some fame. While it is known that only one girl has ever managed to beat the celebrity during the three years the offer has been up and running, the dream of doing so is still contributing a lot to the player-base and Tetra Master in general.

" Hehe, I am going up against a kid? Poor fellow ..." Mumbled John when he saw his draw for the opening match. He grabbed his deck, kissed the girl met prior gently on the cheek and left for the table prepared for the opening match.

While most of the matches for the qualifiers took place in an impressive hall with dozens of Tetra Master tables set up, every game of John Bridges, the defending champion Mikah Longbottom and the annual rankings # 2 Natalie of Treno was held in the Grand Stadium. A round hall focusing all the attention on the gilded table sat in the centre, surrounded on both sides by stands fitting nearly a thousand spectators all together. Might have come as a surprise for those not well informed, but the hall was sold out. After all, this was one of the most prestigious events in the world of Tetra Master, only topped by those of Treno and Alexandria. So even they who do not win can still consider themselves extremely lucky to have played in front of a crowd that huge.

" Um, I forgot the name of the lad ... Hippo .. no, Hippeter I reckon." He whispered to his assistant in search for confirmation. Unfortunately for him, his assistant was not better informed and thus had to leave the hall in search of the opponent. John smiled gently and bowed in front of the cheering crowd. Soon after he sat down, waiting patiently for the first match.

OOC: Hey Leona, is it okay if I go against Hippoter first? :P
 
Panda looked at his companions and replied, "Yeah. I plan on joining. I don't have much going on. I guess I could hang out with the woman from the theater once we're there ... The band is showing up." The room began to shake, and Panda looked up. He immediately had an idea of what it was. Mr. 1000 was right. There really was something odd.

Panda ran up to the deck and found a flying monster grabbing a hold of the airship. People were grabbing their children and running. Panda began the battle with his trance ability called 2 x Reflect. An energy shield surrounded him, and the jar he got from the black magic store began to glow orange. The jar gave him a new spell called Flare. Then, Panda cast Flare on himself. The non-elemental damage was doubled and reflected off. The flying monster was killed and fell off the airship.
 
As the woman, introducing herself as Anne began to take a seat next to him Ricard began his own introduction, or at least he tried to.

"My name's Ri-"

Before he could finish his sentence he noticed her swaying from side to side as she fell facefirst into his chest.

"W-Whoa! Slow down a second!"

He then realised her body had gone limp, had she simply passed out? What was her deal? Before he could get answers however one of the Blue Wing Knights appeared out of nowhere and picked Anne up, explaining that she was shy before carrying her away. Ricard sighed to himself, his calm mood broken he finished his drink before heading back to rest for tomorrow.
 
The Magic Knight and the Twinsword
Plans and Orders of Battle

Magic Knight would try his best to ignore his sister's complaints on the matter. While she had good intentions, she couldn't help but find her annoying, a sentiment he would also find about Twinsword's character. Still, Ddaear's plan seems sound, though there was a problem. "There is one issue I have here. Lindblum's Air Force is one of the best in the world, We will need more than just flying type monsters to successfully overtake them." The problem is, with Oeilvert's top Air Commander, the Pirate, Jean-Philippe Levesque, was already tying down multiple Lindblumite fleets over the Cleyran Ocean through a large degree of military actions. "You also have to take in account the securing of the Elemental Mirror, but I assume that you and Corselia will be able to handle that matter whilst inside the royal dockyards." Léonide said calmly.

Twinsword nods, "That I will see to it." She said, turning her gaze towards Ddaear. She did not really trust her, even though Cyril and the Magic Knight did regard her as one of the best non-Lord Generals on the field. Twinsword would leave the room, leaving Léonide, his sister Cerise and Ddaear in the same room.

Magic Knight sighed and looked at her sister. "Next time, please hold your time, it's going to get you into trouble." He said calmly, scolding her for her remarks.
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15 April 1817-The Next Day
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Annelise Steiner
The Next Day

Annelise would slowly stir, holding her forehead as it throbbed in terrible pain. "Ugh, what happened?" She said to herself, not noticing Naomi leaning on the wall on the opposite end of the barracks. "You had a little too much to drink, lightweight." Anne sat up, confused. "It's my fault...sorry I ruined your chance at love Anne." Naomi smiled wryly, which caused Anne to pout, "You big jerk!" Anne said while she would slowly try to get to her feet and get herself ready for deployment to allied Burmecia. Naomi only stuck her tongue out before moving to head out of the barracks. It would be a half-hour before Annelise looked ready to move out.
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Atalanta Palaiologos
The Next Day

Atalanta was leaning on a chair, her feet resting on the top of the table and reading the local newspaper, the Avisa Relation oder Gaia, as she waited for Vanessa to wake up. After breakfast they were going to go to Lindblum by airship. She hoped that Vanessa was feeling better after the shenanigans of yesterday, but to be fair, it was a fair bit of shenanigans...No matter. She then started to wonder what Kuro was up to, and if he was able to talk to the King and Queen about becoming a knight of Alexandria.

She sighed, "How much longer are you going to be sleeping Vanessa..." Atalanta spoke to herself.

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Gisale von Wettin
The Next Day

Gisale was discussing her final plans with Queen Garnet, walking in the direction of the moat that Gisale and her team would take to the city, and from there move on foot to Burmecia via the North Gate. "With Cleyra's fall, Burmecia is the most threatened of our allies, what is the status of our armies?" the Queen asked Gisale, and she would respond, "So far, mobilization is moving at a steady pace, but we could only send a token force to Burmecia, about 2500 soldiers to reinforce Burmecia's armies. With Lindblum's air force tied up in action against Oeilvert's own Air Forces, it seems we're on our own."

Garnet frowned at the matter. A lot has indeed changed from when her mother ruled, and she had swore that Alexandria would help to atone by helping to protect the other nations of the Mist Continent. "Are you sure your soldiers are up to the task?"

"I have my full confidence in our team's success."

"I hope so."
 
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Quinn Quaff - Hippeter's Card Battle
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Hippeter stumbled onto the stage. Sweating hipprofusely from his hippours, he stared, wide eyed with terror, "J-John B-Bridges..." Hippeter nearly fainted, and when he attempted to pull out his deck, several cards went tumbling to the floor. Picking them up he sheepishly approached the table and bowed deeply to John. "I am so happy to meet you, you're like a hero sir." Hippeter sat at the table and surveyed it. It was not a setup he liked, and he wasn't sure his deck was suited to it at all, let alone coming close to performing well enough to give John a run for his money.

[ooc: Edit for QQ follows:]

The referee approached the table and flipped the coin. Hippetr called out heads, and to his dismay, landed on tails. "Oh bother... Guess you go first sir."

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Ddaear de Gaul - Plans Revised
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Ddaear bowed deeply as the Twinsword left the room. Ddaear envied her greatly. Although Ddaear was very skilled with a sword herself, her abilities relied upon which blade she was using. If she could master dual wielding the way Twinsword had...

Cerise bit her thumb playfully at her brother. Although she shared the ambition he had, there was little else that connected the two aside from their past. When Terra was destroyed, Léonide had shown great kindness towards Cerise. Though not truly related, Léonide being the product of a specialized experiment and Cerise being a bit more common then that, she nevertheless considered Léonide to be the only real family she had, even going with Léonide and Mikoto, despite her great fear. "You should really lighten up you know. This is exciting! Aren't you excited?" Cerise's eyes shone warmly at her sibling. She understood Léonide far better than anyone else, but that wasn't saying much.

Ddaear smiled at her captain, her right hand. Although she seemed foolish, her skills with the axe and shield we're truly a sight to behold. Sobering up slightly, Ddaear locked eyes with Léonide. She had considered their concerns already, and was confident her monsters would succeed. "General, what you say is true, but... I have a strange power. You know of my history," Ddaear cringed slightly, the painful memories of the mocking, teasing, cruelty and 'check ups' of her childhood flooding back for a moment, "and I believe, as a result, it allows me to connect with non-magic based monsters. A limited amount of my powers can extend to them. During this mission, I will be wielding my Moon Blade, and as such the flying creatures, as well as all other monsters in the area, will gain access to my Faith ability, greatly increasing their power." Ddaear paused for a moment thinking. "But... you are right, we will not defeat their airforce. But we can distract them. And threaten their civilians. That, I believe, will be enough." Ddaear greatly respected the Magic Knight as well. They, like herself, were the result of an experiment and utilized the elements with their sword skills. Unlike Léonide, as well as her own brother Duw -who seem so connected with magic - Ddaear was completely inept in the magical arts. Unable to use even the simplest of spells. Instead, her powers came not from a wellspring of mana, but exhausted her own stamina with use. The reason why she and her force fought so quickly and savagely Any fights longer than an hour or two, completely drained her. It was only through her absorption of opponents mana that she regained energy.

'The Magic Knight and Twinsword...' she thought. 'How fitting I would be tested by them. One, whose powers I hoped to one day utilize, the other, with origins and powers similar, but not quite the same. Was that on purpose Cyril, my lord?' At the thought of Cyril, Ddaear blushed, and averted her eyes from the Magic Knight. Then, meeting their gaze again, she told him the clincher. "The monsters in flight, those that rest now, are no common creatures. No oversized crows. They are natives to our continent. They are The Grand Dragons, and the offspring of the Silver Dragon. I have brought entire Flights of them with me, and without the cannons shooting them from the sky, and any other airships to reinforce those already afloat, then they should be an ample distraction." [ooc: edit:] Ddaear, despite priding herself on her pragmatism, suffered from believing that brute force can, 9/10 times, succeeded. It was because of this she thought the Dragons would be enough, and the rush of monsters and troops accompanying them only further cemented the idea for her.
 
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