[video/action, troia.]

[scarletgriffon.livejournal.com]

[Excenmille's been reading up all about the situation Gaia faces on mooglenet, and from reading unfiltered posts here there and everywhere has been able to establish a loose knowledge of the myrrh trees, Lufene, Garland, and the spell. And as such, the kid has his target. And the arrogance to actually think he can find and defeat him. So. The post certainly has purpose, as misguided as it is.

...Also, it is accompanied by a background noise of a chocobo chick chirping contentedly. He is busy preparing a meal for it, mashing some unfortunate worms and carrots together into a thick, disgusting looking paste. It's a misconception chocobos are herbivores. Meat helps build strong bones. If anything, it's to be trained in San d'Orian fashion. No, to be molded. Into something strong, and very aggressive. Something that can be used in battle. Shame the poor thing is quite sweet natured and oblivious to this fact. To Excenmille, this little thing is not a pet. It's something that will become a formidable weapon with all care, all patience, and a hell of a lot of work.]

Etoile, if you wouldn't mind waiting five minutes--

...
[Oh, it's recording. He resumes grinding the paste.]

This goes out to any that seek to oppose the sorcerer Garland. As the head of House Aurchiat, a long-standing great house of warriors, I entreat you to make yourselves known to me and to accept me into your ranks to fight beside you. The valour of my ancestors, and the honour of my house upon any world requires that I not remain idle in this matter.

[Cue a happy kweh, and the chocobo chick clambering into his lap and dunking it's head into the bowl of paste -- almost getting crushed while doing so.]

Etoile--!

[video]

[stfuporom.livejournal.com]

[So Palom? Shouldn't be left alone to his own devices. Ever. Leonora's been off studying, and the students refuse to come near him unless absolutely necessary. This doesn't bother him, mind you.

But. This is Palom, sitting outside the walls of Mysidia, in front of a very large fire. Near the fire is what looks like to be a pile of roasted meat. He looks ridiculously pleased with himself.]

Despite what Porom says, there is clearly a use for doublecasting Pig and Flare. Hey Ceodore, wanna come to Mysidia?

CECIL'S PARTY

[byhissidealways.livejournal.com]

[ It had really been Lilisette's idea, and she had been instrumental in getting it all planned out and running. Rosa was grateful to the girl's diligence and cheer, willing to help out wherever needed. The courtyard of the castle was set up with decorations and refreshments, and tables and chairs had been set up as well, in case people wanted to sit down for a little bit. The castle was also being decorated, so people could also wander around if they wanted to as well.

For her part, Rosa had sent Cecil on set duties for the day, periodically checking up on him to be sure he was doing all right and to be sure he wasn't planning on going back before they were ready.

Eventually, everything was prepared, the guests were due to arrive shortly, and Rosa was on her way to fetch her husband. ]

Cecil?


[ ooc: party style! tag in wherever and have fun. the main area is the courtyard, but there's also the castle to mingle in. so feel free to mingle around! ]

[Phone Call]

[warkitoff.livejournal.com]

[Sup, Terra?]

[Voice]

[alittletoosmart.livejournal.com]

[No video. Because he's absolutely not crying and you totally can't hear it in his voice.]

Portal's closed. If you wanted to go through it- [And then that not-sobbing is replaced very suddenly with aggression and forced anger.] -sucks to be you, doesn't it?! Be less late next time!

[And then the sound cuts off with a loud huff.

Later, once he's had a chance to calm down, a filtered voice post goes out to Refia and Ignus]

...there were two people, weren't there? They were old. And powerful. And I- you- we- [This is confusing. And he's still just a little too upset to figure out semantics.] -they were killed, weren't they?

[Action in Figaro/DELIVERY FOR VANILLE]

[paintbrushes]

[Since seeing Alexander, Relm's gained a great appreciation for architecture. Which her actual studies are still in a pitiful state, the servants have been whipering about how much she's been taking great care to examine every corner of Figaro Castle, studying the brickwork and the mechanisms and how it would all fit together when diving.

And, for the most part, it is a genuine interest. It just happens to have the side-effect of learning how to use the places where parts of the castle would be moving if it were preparing for a dive as secret passages. If the castle actually dived when she was in there she'd be crushed alive. But it's not diving right now.

If you happen to be wandering Figaro castle at night, you might just hear a muffled metallic banging and scraping from nearby. Investigate?]

[Also Vanille there is a moogle following you around. WHAT DO?]