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[Mjrn arrives with Blank as soon as he's willing to pilot the way over to Figaro. She's barely had a chance to stop and rest before rushing off on yet another myrrh collection, but the Viera doesn't mind. This is a task that needs to be done. Besides, the greater the numbers, the better chance they all stood of succeeding quickly. As soon as the ship lands, she strides out to look for their companions.]

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[Ritz lingers to the edges of the bustling city, sat on a bench with her varying supplies in tow, but never letting them too far out of sight. Unlike Guadosalam and its relative quiet, the bustle attracts thieves. It pays to be careful.

As soon as she spots the tell-tale ears through the crowd, though, she's on her feet, brushing her white hair out of her eyes and waving over to Mjrn to attract her attention.]

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[Mjrn automatically begins to slow as Blank catches up to her, startin to get used to matching paces by now. She perks up when seeing the wave and waves back.]

Ritz! It is good to meet you in person. Do we await anyone else?

Edited Date: 2011-06-29 12:29 am (UTC)

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[Ritz smiles in return.] Likewise! I'm glad you made it. [Her eyes gradually shift from Mjrn to her companion, a questioning look on her face.] A friend of yours?

Just one other, I think... Ingus. Unless he has brought another with him.

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Please forgive my tardiness.

Mjrn, was it? It seems we are allowed the chance to meet face to face. For that, I am grateful.

I've not kept you waiting overlong, have I? I apologize again.

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Hi, I'm Blank.

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[Mjrn nods to Ritz, indicating Blank.]

He is the pilot I mentioned. We shall be in need of his services.

[There's a fond smile to Blank, glad that he's with her. These people seem friendly, but she barely knows them and feels a little awkward herself. Still, there's a task to be done and so she doesn't focus on that. She shakes her head at Ingus.]

You have not, for we arrived scarcely but a moment ago. If there is no reason to delay, then we may begin?

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You haven't, Ingus. We've not been here long. [She offers a brief smile.

Ritz then nods at Blank's introduction, before it occurs to her.] Oh! I spoke to you briefly when I arrived on Gaia, didn't I? It's nice to meet you in person, Blank.

Yes, that would be best. [True to word, she doesn't tarry much longer, hoisting up the various satchels and bags onto her shoulder. There's a lot, but she's efficient with it, so she manages to carry it all (despite the bruises she's gained from fighting monsters on the way over).] Which way to your airship?

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Sir Blank, it is a pleasure.

Milady. Please take care of yourself as well.

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[Though she doesn't voice her thanks, she's grateful when the lode is lightened, offering a nod of gratitude. Whilst she could carry it all herself, she's not going to deny the help when offered, at least.

... though, the same cannont be said about the cure spell. Her mouth instantly pulls into that line that can oh-so-often be associated with linefaces.] I have been. I'm fine. [Bruises not helping your case, Ritz.]

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Nice to meet you too, Ritz, Ingus.

The airship's this way, not too far.

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[Mjrn smiles to Ingus, glad that Ritz is less burdened and healed. The girl reminds her of Refia, as well.]

We do not wish to go into battle at less than our full strength. Our task will be difficult enough.

[She walk in the direction Blank just indicated, this time keeping pace with him better.]

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Mjrn is correct. We must be at our full strength for something like this.

I'm grateful for your assistance, Blank. Does your ship have a name?

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[The familiar stubborness threatens to kick in... but she lets it go before it continues to form.] I'm used to this. [Bruises and knocks don't fall into being hindering to full strength, to her.] ... but this will help. [As much as a thanks as she'll give by words, though the line of her mouth does let up. She's very used to being a independant soul, and dealing with her own welfare.... but it isn't a bad thing to have someone worry, or to heal you when you think it's not needed.]

[She walks along after the rest.] I admit I'm interested. Probably as I have never been on an airship before. I've seen them flying here, but that's it.

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She's called the Prima Vista. She's a theatre ship at heart, but the old girl can outrun most competitors. Don't worry, Ritz, she's a smooth ride.

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A theatre ship?

May I join you at the helm?

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[Mjrn remains quiet but she smiles fondly as attention is on Blank's airship. He deserves all the praise, as far as she's concerned.]

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Sure! Best place to witness her grace!

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[Ritz half smiles at the conversation. She must admit though, the ship is impressive - as they get closer, it only increases in its grandeur.] She's beautiful, Blank.

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How long have you been flying with her? She's well tended; you've cared for her well.

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Well, she's been with Tantalus - that's the group I'm with, well, was with until the world went all weird and they vanished - but, she's been with them for years. I've been piloting her a good long while, but others did before me.

She's a grand old girl. She had to be repaired a few years back. She was blasted out of the sky and badly damaged. But she got through it!

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That she managed to pull through seems a marvel. She truly is a splendid ship.

You are lucky to have one so capable in your possession.

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[Upon landing in Tida, Mjrn strides outside and glances around uneasily. Her senses tell her all she needs to know about this place, which results in her not liking it one bit. Gripping her spear, she glances back.]

We dare not linger. Our myrrh guardian is not the only foe we might face within.

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[Ritz is mid tying the satchel obtaining the crystal chalice to her waist. It's not the most ideal place, but it's better than carrying it in hand. Still, she nods at Mjrn's words.]

... There is a chill in the air, here. [She shivers. Why does this remind her of a Jagd? She takes the opportunity to draw her rapier, having done with the satchel.] I agree. The sooner we do this, the better. Is everyone ready?

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As ready as can be!

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Let us make haste, then.

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[Ritz nods to the both of them, adding a brief smile of thanks to the Protect, before walking forward, taking the lead, putting distance between them and the safety of the airship, the gloom enveloping her and her companions.

She could hear movement, though she could not see it, after a minute or so of walking. A monster, perhaps, or the tree's guardian... she wasn't sure, even as her eyes scanned the crumbling buildings ahead of them. They were waiting, though. Sizing up their prey.]

... We're being followed.

[She held her rapier a little tighter, half readying a Fira spell.]

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Are we aware of what our target may be?

If we are being watched, it's best to get in and out as quickly as we can muster.

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Given the nature of the village, I would likely say Undead... [That's more logic than reading about the place before coming here, or from what she can actually see. There's not much to learn about a village that is seldom visited, and then, only by moogles.] ... if we were lucky. I just hope it's not the tree's guardian tailing us.

[She nods.] I agree. The tree should be in the centre of town.

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Let's try to avoid the small stuff if we can. Save our strength for the guardian.

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If the guardian is not immediately visible, I will approach the tree first. Best that it bear down on only one of us.

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[Ritz pulls a face at Ingus' offer, resisting the urge to scoff, though her face says it all. The look is complicated... it's not disgust, it's not worry, it's... near concern, but not quite. It's more for the fact he's offering to be the target. Especially as he's a Red Mage. She's one too. They're not exactly made for maytrdom.] ... I can't ask you to do that. We don't know how bad it's going to be. You could be seriously-

[Though whatever she's about to say is lost as several Undead appear out of the shadows, stumbling over from the direction of the tree, but gaining speed, running between a gap in the houses. Ritz' planned reprimand is lost as she tsk's in irritation and releases a rain of Fira down upon them, but they keep going.

That's not the only worry, either. Something is slinking in the gloom, and one of the houses the Undead passed... well, begins to move (http://finalfantasy.wikia.com/wiki/Armstrong_%28Crystal_Chronicles%29).

Ritz looks on, astonished, readying more spells for the lesser monsters to give a clear path to their main target.] That's- That has to be the guardian!

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It's a ... house monster. Well there's something you don't see every day...

I can distract it while we try to figure out it's weak spots?

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[Mjrn casts Protect over them all, then uses her Technick.]

It is weak to fire magic.

[That's all she says before leaping into the air. She doesn't slash out with her spear, though, instead inhaling and using her fire breath as Reis taught her.]

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Best to stick together, now that we know what we're facing. I could use your aid with the other undead.

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[Ritz draws her rapier proper, not that she plans to use it unless the undead get close. She'd rather stay further back if possible than get tangled up with the monster before them - and magic isn't dependant on her being next to the enemy. She quickly follows up with another Fira at the house, to which it steps back at, from the bombardment, and then knocks an Undead to the floor with her rapier, sending it scurrying backwards.

Fairly easy so far, as the Armstrong attempts to attack them, but they're still too far away. Until it really does begin to move. Surprisingly fast, considering it's a house, stomping on several of the undead it passes to reach them.]

Move! Now!

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If anyone needs hi-potions, just shout!

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[Mjrn hears Blank, though she dare not take her gaze away from the guardian. The fire breath strikes true, but now it's she's within range of its attacks as well. The Armstrong doesn't waste any time, spraying a wide green cloud of poison gas.

Gagging, the Viera drops to the ground. The damage isn't too bad, but she doesn't want the poison to wear at her, and so casts Esuna. Straightening, she then readies her fire breath once more.]

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