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Jul. 14th, 2011 05:26 pm
[identity profile] woodguardian.livejournal.com
[ For those who have ever been to the Sunleth Waterscape, they might recognize the surroundings as the video function turns on. Most people probably won't recognize the bunny-eared woman staring resolutely down at the camera-holding moogle, though. She's been told it's been several months since she was last here. ]

-And you just press-

I know of this place.

Oh... you've been here before?

Yes. [ The camera registers the annoyed look on the Viera's face as she takes the sky phone and turns it over so the rest of the world can see the piece of glass she's holding. It's a magicite shard, but she doesn't know that. ]

If this has meaning to anyone, I would have them take it. I care not for its existence.
[identity profile] mademyresolve.livejournal.com
[Adamant on making the announcement herself and with composure, Ashe holds the device with a practiced, steady hand. While she appears calm, dignified, anyone who knows her well will recognise the effort being made once she begins to speak.]

My husband... has been returned to Ivalice.

[Most will know what his return actually means, but she makes no reference to that. This time there's a marked difference in her grief. No tears nor pallid exhaustion, only the hint of a determination in her eyes - to bring those who have toyed with Rasler's life to justice.]
[identity profile] theleadingman.livejournal.com
[Since he has been spending a reasonable amount of time in Figaro between his flights elsewhere, Balthier has picked up a rumor or two during his most recent stop. One of them is about his own personal pursuits, and having overheard that bit of gossip hasn't bothered him at all, but there's another rumor flying that besmirches the reputation of two very decent ladies, and that he does not approve of. Not in the least. He is near Penelo's cafe, which he just may have been visiting despite its proprietor having returned home.]

Terra, Celes. If the rumors have already reached your ears, please know that I will do all I can to stomp them out. I won't stand for such slander, and refuse to let your reputations suffer any potential damage.
[identity profile] shatterhearted.livejournal.com
[ Fran is exhausted and covered in blood; to be fair most of the blood isn’t hers, but she has a few injuries of her own. The fur of her ears is tainted pink and brown where blood has soaked and dried. Her breathing is heavy and her footing far from light.

She has spent much of the day out in the areas surrounding Lindblum slaying fiends and protecting the borders, aiding the city and getting some training and exercise in at the same time. Now she is drained, aching and in need of an ale or two to numb the pain.

And so she heads towards the bar. ]

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Jun. 5th, 2011 12:53 am
[identity profile] dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com
[Mjrn is largely quiet for the journey from Lindblum to the tomb of Raithwall. Penelo's departure has predictably dampened her spirits, though she's doing her best to focus on the task ahead rather than simply mope. To that end, she's acquired as much as she could in the way of restoratives and made sure they were equally distributed. Given what she's been told about the tomb itself, it's likely they'll be needed.

Once the airship lands, Mjrn departs without hesitation. She's ready for this, or at least as ready as she possibly can be. Heading up the steps, she pauses and waits for Ashe. Without Raithwall's heir, entrance cannot be gained.]

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Jun. 2nd, 2011 08:55 pm
[identity profile] dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com
Penelo has vanished from Gaia.

[Simple, direct. Mjrn doesn't trust her voice at the moment, so text it is and remains.]

[Filtered from Garland/Lufene]

I have heard the moogles speak of a myrrh tree within Raithwall's Tomb, and two guardians. Given the pattern thus far, I am certain this means the time for their use is nigh. I wish to travel there, and defeat the guardians so that I may collect the myrrh with the chalice bestowed to me. It is time, and I must do my part.
[identity profile] lionsguard.livejournal.com
[ The feed opens rather abruptly to that familiar pitch blackness that can only ever be caused by a wayward hand or paw. A most unpleasant sort of static follows, effectively muffling the words of whoever is speaking over the course of the next twenty seconds. Within that time, the paw obscuring the Skyphone's camera shifts and prompts a burst of color that whorls for a moment as a result of the phone's subsequent movement, then comes to an abrupt halt with only a single digit cutting a corner of the image from view. Anyone familiar with the streets of Lindblum's business district may very well recognize the structures in the background and the sounds that come with it; though, they are somewhat dim compared to the voice that cuts through the static with a single word. ]

Lindblum.

[ That the name comes so easily to the unseen speaker causes one of the moogles to literally stop in his tracks in view of the camera, his pompom bobbing from the force with which he does. The static begins its recession and the voice becomes clearer, strong yet feminine and somewhat... different, if you happen to know its owner, in that it does not carry its usual force. ]

That's right, kupo! This is Lindblum, but how did you know? I don't think we said --

Gaia then.

[ It is said with some finality, but none of the emotion that might be expected to accompany such a realization. There is no anger, no frustration, no joy, no relief to be heard. In their place is simply acknowledgment. Nothing more, nothing less. The moogle currently in view turns his head with an expression of hopeless bewilderment toward the camera. Another voice cuts through the hustle and bustle of the business district now, most likely that of the moogle holding the Skyphone. ]

Nevermind that, kupo! She needs medical attention right away! Just look at those injuries! Go get help, kupo!

O-okay, kupo!

[ And off runs the moogle as fast as he can, quickly vanishing from sight. For a moment, the street is all that can be seen and heard, and then -- ]

Please sit down, kupo! He'll be back soon with a healer, but it'd be bad if you fainted before he got here. So please, kupo!

Is that a Skyphone?

[ What immediately follows is more of that unpleasant static, which effectively masks the exact words being exchanged. If the tone of the moogle's voice is any indication, though, the woman either isn't hearing her or isn't complying one and the moogle is becoming quite upset for it. A short burst of static, possibly resulting from a sigh, precedes a sudden whorl of color. When it stops, it is obvious that the device now rests in the hands of a human woman -- blond, her hair styled in the fashion of an age long since passed, with amber eyes and a face not unpleasant to look at should one look past the blood and dirt that stains her right cheek. What's more is the bruising along the right side of her temple and neck and what blood seems to be trickling down the latter from behind her right ear; and yet, she stands straight and seemingly composed, unfaltering as she regards the camera. If she is in pain, she does not show it, the knight's resolve now visible in her eyes and audible through her voice despite something of her earlier tone that lingers. ]

I am Agrias Oaks, captain of the Lionsguard of Ivalice. I would have the aid of any willing to offer it in exchange for my gratitude. 'T was... unexpected, this turn of events. [ And that is all she will say upon that matter, her fingers seeking the appropriate buttons to end the feed. Having ended the video, she turns just so and gazes for a long moment in the direction she had been looking upon arrival. Although she says nothing, the fingers of the hand at her side curl silently into a fist for her memory of the vision that had greeted her before she opened her eyes to Lindblum. It's only when the moogle implores her to sit again that she seems to snap out of it; though, her thoughts continue to linger elsewhere as she stands resolute. Was it truly...? ]

[Video]

May. 28th, 2011 12:02 pm
[identity profile] alittletoosmart.livejournal.com
[He frowns in concentration, sat cross-legged outside Matoya's cave. He doesn't speak for a minute or so, trying to recapture that face in his mind.]

There was- [He pauses, frown deepening, and rubs his temples in thought before continuing.] -he was a little older than me, but he still acted like a kid. In one of the old cycles, there was a boy who was a little older than me and-

-didn't have a whole lot in the way of common sense. Kept getting himself into trouble, making me bail him out. But- he just acted like he thought it was the other way around and he was the one looking out for me.

[He gives a growl of frustration, hanging his head. Even saying that much was exhausting and he's furious with himself for forgetting something like this.]

-and then he was gone. And I didn't even remember- I can't even remember-

...-Vaan.
[identity profile] danceawaypain.livejournal.com
I don't know if you've seen it yet, but Rinoa says there's a way to go home. I think I'm going to take it.

[She takes a deep breath, because this is a hard thing to decide and it's even harder to say.]


But I'm not going back to Ivalice. I don't really have anything there, not anymore.

[Her head drops and she falls silent while thinking about how to explain this. When that's decided, she lifts her head with determination.]


A long time ago, I told Edward if we had a choice, I'd go home with him. I know he's not here anymore and I know it's dangerous, but I want to keep that promise. He may not know me anymore or remember anything...

I don't want him to be alone. If I can be there, that will be enough for me.

[video]

May. 16th, 2011 09:35 pm
[identity profile] whiteblessing.livejournal.com
[The feed switches on to a disgruntled looking, white haired girl, in what appears to be Eryut Village. There's moogle chatter peppered in the background, puncuated by the occasional kupo or two. By the sounds of things, he's near done with his explanation, having just handed over the phone.

Which Ritz is scowling into. She's stared at the moogle coming towards her in disbelief, she's stared at the battle armour and sword she thought she'd never see again, she's listened to what the moogle has had to say and she's taken it semi-seriously, but now, her patience in wearing thin. This elaborate joke had better stop, which leads her to addressing the network. Best way to get a message across according to this moogle.]


Hey! Marche! Mewt, I bet he roped you in! This isn't funny! If you opened that Grimoire and sent us to Ivalice again...

This is Gaia, kupo! ... And please, stop shouting, k-kupo...

... you better have a good explanation! You were the one who wanted to go home in the first place!

[she pauses for breath, and the moogle is now tugging on the arm that's holding the phone, making it jerk up and down. Ritz turns to him, curiously, and the moogle whimpers.]

What? What's wrong?

[Distant voices that belong to the Viera, scorning their presence, can be heard as the feed ends.]

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May. 13th, 2011 01:13 am
[identity profile] shatterhearted.livejournal.com
[ Fran is sat in the cockpit of the Strahl, twirling her letter back and forth between her fingers. It is hard to tell whether she is amused or angry. ]

I imagine this is not from whom it claims to be... yet if it is, my apologies. My heart belongs to another.

[ The little silver-white haired bunbies would be lovely though. ]
[identity profile] danceawaypain.livejournal.com
[Normally Penelo is content to live and let live, but with all the comings and goings of her friends lately, and the barrage of monsters falling from the moon, she's feeling more proactive about the world around her. Especially after some other posts on the network that have had her thinking. Her post is more of a general ramble while she sorts out thoughts rather than any one cohesive question.]

I wonder... Fran, what do you remember about legends about Crystals or anything about Mist? Those Selkies mentioned having a Great Crystal. That can't be the same one that was in Giruvegan, can it? And none of our Crystals recorded memories or anything like that, did they? Porom mentioned that. Hmm. There was that one Orb of Minwu that turned up in the auction. Wasn't that supposed to hold someone's soul? I just... I don't know. I feel like there's a connection somehow but I just can't see what it is. It's just so strange that other worlds have Great Crystals, or Mist, or Espers. Maybe it has something to do with a Rift.

There's something there. I'm just sure of it.
[identity profile] theleadingman.livejournal.com
[Though the monsters brought forth by the Lunar Cry were far from gone, the initial crisis had passed. The Mist Continent was a dangerous place to be, even moreso than it had been in the past, and each of its cities had suffered great losses. Having done what they could in defense of Alexandria, Balthier now left the city in the care of its capable guard, and had agreed to deliver both Basch and Noah to Narshe, where they had been bound before Lunatic Pandora's movements had demanded the the three of them head to Fum along with Fran.

Balthier gave Basch a sidelong glance, the Captain having decided to keep him company at the helm. They both looked a bit worse for wear -- to be expected, he had to admit, after all the fighting, though getting the blood stains free of his vest was going to be a miserable affair.]


Once I've delivered you, I'll be making a trip to Lindblum to check in on Penelo. I'll give her your regards, of course?
[identity profile] smallmage.livejournal.com
[There's a lull in the monsters in Lindblum, but Refia's not stopping. She's raided the item shops and her own stock of elixirs and potions, and has packed her travel kit possibly faster than ever. The broadcast is made as she's practically running to the chocobo stables, hood back and hair flying.]

If that thing was going for Burmecia, we have to see what happened! We have to see if there's anyone still there, if there's even-

I'm going! If anyone wants to go with me, then you better get down to the Dragon Gate because I am not being deterred from this!
[identity profile] captain-rusty.livejournal.com
[While the great eidolon Alexander has appeared to protect the city, Steiner is outside the city gates, staunchly defending it from any and all intruders. The Alexandrian army has been fully mobilised and his small band of Pluto Knights are as yet standing firm.]

This is it. Go, go!

[As he cuts down yet another foe, he is reminded of the time that Alexandria was invaded by swarms of Mistodons... Kuja's doing. He's determined not to let that happen again.]
[identity profile] dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com
[The video feed is far from stable, but one thing is certain; Lindblum is in chaos. Townspeople are fleeing for their lives, as a large swarm of assorted beasts overtake the area. They are many, and random; Coeurl, Flan, Malboros, and so on. Gloating, floating orbs known as Entites also roam the area, usually benign but eager to attack those that use magic in its vicinity. There's even something...enormous...offscreen, something that's causing the ground to tremble violently with its every step.

Mjrn pauses for a moment, catching her breath as she ushers people onward. Her free hand grips her spear tightly.]


Run! I will cover your retreat--

[She finally stares into the screen, as calm as she can be considering the circumstances.]

Lindblum is overrun. We require immediate aid--

[Her voice is drowned out by something screeching overhead and then there's no more time for messages. The Viera's forced to drop her sky phone, and the last image it carries is of her long feet as she crouches, then leaps skyward. It's time to fight a dragon.]
[identity profile] captain-rusty.livejournal.com
[Steiner has been thinking about this for some time. Garnet is with child and becoming more obviously pregnant by the day. Zidane still isn't here. That kind of... makes Steiner the default father. At least in his head. He will be responsible for the infant prince or princess just as he has been for Garnet.

Only... babies aren't really Steiner's area of expertise...]


I would like to request some advice! Are there any parents here who might offer their wisdom? My queen I have a friend who is expecting her first child. Since her husband disappeared, she has been left with the heavy burden of bringing up the child alone.

I would offer what assistance I can, but my knowledge of parenting is limited. Should anyone be willing to help, I would be most grateful!


[ooc: strikes are invisible.]

[Text]

Apr. 14th, 2011 09:51 am
[identity profile] danceawaypain.livejournal.com
[Penelo can barely even type this. She certainly doesn't trust her voice and she's already cried until the tears ran dry, not something she wants to be broadcasting on the network. Worst of all, she hadn't even been there. She only heard through the people who helped run Edward's residence. She's lost so many people that she's practically numb, and yet this hurts so much she can barely stand it at all.]

Edward's vanished again.

[She puts aside the phone, unwilling to look at it, to respond to condolences and words of encouragement that things could change again. Instead, she simply packs her traveling belongings, intending to make for the Galbana and return to Figaro to pack away her wedding dress and cancel all the arrangements. Hopefully the building she'd been using for the cafe was still available for use, and if not she'd just find a job tending shop somewhere in the town. If there's one skill the dancer is adept at, it's picking herself up after a loss and making herself get on with living.]

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Apr. 9th, 2011 09:54 am
[identity profile] lordofpotions.livejournal.com
[ The video shows Larsa, who looks surprisingly composed considering he just sort of popped into this new place, full of moogles (that hardly even look like moogles) and strange people in strange clothing. ]

Pardon me. I'm still learning how to use this...device...that I've been given, so I may be doing it incorrectly.

[ He smiles, apologetically. ]

I seem to have found this little bird, here - [ He moves the camera as best he can, to show a tiny bird, resting in his hand. ] - and I'm uncertain where it came from. I don't want to just leave her out here to perish, but I find myself at a bit of a loss. If there's anyone who can help me, I would be in your debt.

Ah, yes. I am in a city called "Lindblum," if that is of any consequence.

[ Larsa shows no concern for himself, at the moment, and in his worry, has completely forgotten to introduce himself properly. ]
[identity profile] dewdrop-pebbles.livejournal.com
[Mjrn definitely seems a lot better since she was first rescued from the Devil's Road. All of her injuries have since been treated and being dead to the world for a little while has done wonders for that exhaustion. She's seated at the edge of one of the infirmary beds, having slipped into her regular attire. Her travel pack rests at her side.]

My thanks to all those who delivered me from the Devil's Road. I owe you my life.

[A small but genuine smile forms at that, her gratitude far from reluctantly given.]

Now that I am rested, it seems I have a considerable amount to learn. I have been absent since November, and wish to learn all that has transpired since that time. If any might grant me insight, I would be grateful.

[Oh, and one other thing. She withdraws from her pack a chalice, which by now must be familiar to some.]

I discovered this relic among my belongings. It seems familiar; were there not more than one in Gaia?

[Now that Mjrn is largely recovered, she's on the move. The young Viera departs the infirmary, intent on seeking her sister and friends. It's not enough to thank them over the Sky Phone and she knows it. Besides, she would prefer to catch up with them in person.]

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