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futurefab.livejournal.com

[Lilisette has been at the Chaos Shrine with Lufene for a while now. She's busied herself by reading a few of the books that Lufene has in her collection, and by speaking with the genome when she has the chance. Thus far Lufene's not been all that receptive, but Lilisette's in one piece, and she's been treated well.

And she's still not giving up on Lufene.

But she knows that there are those who are likely becoming aware that she's missing, especially Excenmille, and she doesn't want to alarm anyone. So she's doing what she probably should have done a few days ago--she's sending a text to a handful of those she trusts. If she asked Lufene to go back she's certain the genome would allow her to, but Lilisette knows what it's like to spend one's life alone and she wants to stick with Lufene for a while. Right now she can't keep her promise to Lilith, but she can at least be there for someone very much like her.]

( Text to: Cecil, Excenmille, Mjrn, Rishfee, Vincent )

[In truth she's uncertain about whether she'll see them again or not. It's a thought that's kept her up some nights, but as she delves into another of Lufene's books she tries to push the thought from her mind. There's nothing to be done about it now, after all.]

Current Location: Chaos Shrine

paintbrushes

[Relm's bedroom's changed a little since it was last seen on the skyphones. It resembles a chemistry lab more than anything. Someone's been playing around with that Chemist subclass. But none of it's about to explode. Because she's pretty single-minded about just making pigments. Everything is colourful - the walls, the floor, that one unfortunate moogle who is now a delightful shade of pink. The artist herself, clean and serious(ish) for once, looks almost out of place.]

'f there's anything anyone left behind, now that big ol' portal's gone. Like places or people and junk. Anything at all-

I can make it so you see it again, whatever it is. It won't be real or nothing but it'll exist. It'll look real. And it'll feel real.

-you don't need to pay or nothing. I guess you could tell me a story if you wanted. Or bring dead monsters, that'd help. Or cake.

immortal-lion.livejournal.com

[After a long period of time, perhaps a month -- perhaps half a month -- the measure of protection he's had commissioned from his own protective armour is complete. He's checked the handiwork by the qiqirn jeweller-- the only measure of protection he can afford to spare.

His body is ravaged by marked loss of Cobalt after the battle against the Experimental Lamia still, yet thankfully the qiqjirn did a decent job of fixing his attire, so he can remain protected against the beast within that rages all the more due to the lack of Cobalt and his weakened state. Sadly, his body won't heal. But he can cover it. Only the extremely perceptive would be able to stand half a chance in Hell at seeing the fact he was becoming more and more serpentine as a result of exposure to the lamia as time went on. There's an edge to his voice -- a certain look to his eye. And that is the reason he dismissed Vincent many nights ago. Fear that he would realize.

He stands by the gates of Nashmau, arms crossed about himself. He knows she's coming. There has been no message. No indication. Yet he does have control of the lamia's keen sense of smell.]

...

eidolon-soul.livejournal.com

[Between her fire magic and those with white magic, the undead of the Devil's Road don't prove to be too much of a challenge. Rydia does her best to conserve her energy, though. From what the moogle said, she would need every bit of it for the real fight ahead.

Deep within the road, she finally sees the myrrh tree they need to reach...and the dragon lurking nearby. Unfortunately, the dragon takes notice of them quickly and so Rydia has no time to reach for the rod which would grant them some protection. Instead, she concentrates. It's time to summon the Mist Dragon....]

Current Location: Devil's Road

vulgarascetic.livejournal.com

[ The feed turns on to show the waist down of a dark skinned female, her hands firmly placed on her hips. She's pacing around a couple of moogles, and the camera finally pans up to show Prishe, face contorted into a very fierce expression of pondering. ]

So lemme get this straight-- I'm on a planet called Gaia? And Garland's here? And there's no way to get home?

[ One of the moogles nods, and the Skyphone is handed to Prishe, though she ignores it for the most part. ] That's right, kupo!

Then I'm just gonna have to kick his ass again, huh! Later, moogles! I gotta go find Garland!

[ Her thumb brushes against the device, and the feed clicks off. ]

ultimategenome.livejournal.com

[This is the Chaos Shrine. The old, derelict Chaos Shrine which looks like it hasn't seen a good cleaning in a couple thousand of years. And in the middle of it is one Lufene, looking bored and sulky. Oddly enough there's a lot of expensive decor in her vicinity. Is some of it various auction goods that mysteriously quit being up for bid? Either way, her cheek is resting in one hand with a pout firmly fixed on her face, the other hand is lazily twirling one of her long curls around her fingers.]

It took you fools long enough to figure it out. For idiots who claimed to want to know the whereabouts, you sure didn't seem to inclined to find out when you had your chance.

[How does she know about Cid's locked-down post? She's got the Treno auctioneer in her pocket of course. She lets him live for the bargain price of first pick of the auctions and any information he thinks she might want.]

eidolon-soul.livejournal.com

[Rydia's frowning into the screen, tense after what she just heard.]

The moogles have told me that the myrrh tree within the Devil's Road is ready to be harvested...and that there's a dragon guarding it. I have the chalice, so I'm going. Anyone willing and able to wade through that area with me is welcome, but they better be ready. I'm not going to wait for long.

[She turns off the sky phone, and begins gathering the essentials. Then it's time to ask Rosa to unseal the Road.]

Current Location: Troia/Devil's Road

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! ]

futurefab.livejournal.com

[Lilisette has her phone propped against something, and she's looking at a very, very long list of the friends and family of Cecil Harvey. There are a lot of names she knows, and a whole bunch of names she doesn't. Either way, she hopes she got everyone into the filter. But honestly there are so many names it's almost not even worth it to filter it.

All the same, if you know King Cecil Harvey, resident dad and shipperdin, you are on this list--courtesy of Queen Rosa--and this call is for you.]

Hello everyone!

I realize that there are many people who don't know me; my name is Lilisette, and I'm still relatively new to Gaia. Still, when I heard that King Cecil's birthday is on the 30th, I called Queen Rosa immediately, and we planned to have a surprise party here in Troia. We really wished to throw him a large party, to take everyone's mind off of the gravity of the situation that surrounds us.

So, consider this your invitation! Queen Rosa is very much looking forward to your attendance, and I'll be there with some entertainment. Also, this is supposed to be a surprise, so please don't mention it to him. I'm doing this so he won't see it on Queen Rosa's phone.

Remember! The thirtieth, at five in the evening. If you can, let me know here that you're coming. That way we're certain there's enough food for everyone. Otherwise, I hope to see you all there.

[She offers her most winning smile and then ends the feed. If no one comes it'll be her fault and she'll cry. SO YOU ALL BETTER COME! And for Cecil, too.]

Current Mood: hopeful

scarletgriffon.livejournal.com

[Excenmille, sadly, wasn't one to recline and relax within any Kingdom's walls. He has his lessons to practise after all. And without any orcs, his lessons were taking twice as long. The monster's weakness compared to the Bloodwing Horde he's become accustomed to is disconcerting. As is their amazing capacity to flee. But he'd doing what he can -- tolerating setback after setback when they fall too easily or flee with speed he just can't match. And his mind wanders, no matter how he attempts to focus. A voice comes to him; a recollection.]

A spoony weakling like you couldn't hope to change history. As well try to stop the setting of the sun.

[He didn't want to be a weakling. He needed the strength to protect everyone. But everyone... Everyone was his mother, his father. Machegue. Phillieulais. They were all dead. He'd failed to protect every single one of them. There was Rahal, Cyraunce. The latter of which had not been seen or heard of; had vanished after his brother was slain. Rahal... probably dead. No. Most likely dead. And it was his fault. Rahal had attacked Zogbog to save him -- because he'd been foolish enough to be caught by the orc's trap. And now
There was a reason, a damned good reason, why this child was difficult to deal with. It was because he was entirely and utterly ashamed of the past. He felt powerless to prevent the ongoing cycle of death -- the destruction of his family, his friends, those he looked up to. One by one, they all died. And they would keep dying. And there was only one way to escape the pain and the grief.

...Anger. Forcing the blame onto other things. Forcing the feelings of his own inadequacy into venom, and spitting it at the nearest targets. Forming it into a ball of rage, and throwing it at the enemy. ...It was no retaliation. Just something, anything, to stop him feeling so powerless. Yet it didn't work. It never had, but he was only just starting to see it.]

...

[He lowered his greatsword -- the huge, heavy thing that signified everyone in his heart, and he stared at the ground. His eyes were wet, yet he couldn't cry like the ten year old he was. The voice wouldn't let him. He was almost afraid that the recollection would chide him some more if he did.]

You'd best learn to tolerate the truth - Nay, embrace it if 'tis truly your desire to bring about change. Now. Listen well, boy. Your stance suggests solid groundwork, but the quivering tip of your blade betrays a lack of resolve. Have I illustrated my point, boy? You don indecisiveness as if it a suit of armor, one that does naught but weigh you down.

[Finally, he understood. And he hated it. His eyes no longer showed emotion. Instead, they hardened. Lesson 67. Be not the fool that swims clad in armor. He rushed towards a monster, striking it deftly and with more power than what one of his age really should have had. It stood next to no chance, and crumbled instantly.]

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!

No. T'was no better than your last effort.
These eyes will not be tricked. You mask it with blind aggression, yet you are encumbered still.

[Panting, he moved the sword back unto his back, and walked on in the search of more monsters. His voice was muted, more a question to himself than anything.]

...How...
could there have been...
any indecision in...
that?

futurefab.livejournal.com

[Lilisette has been going all around the world as of late. But she always makes it back to Troia. Recently she's been hearing some rumors about a certain event coming up on June 30th from the guards, who seem eager to know what might happen. And now, to confirm, she's calling the person who's as close to the source as she dares go.

Queen Rosa, there's a phone call for you! And she's using every filter she knows how to use so that only Rosa gets the call.]

Current Location: Troia

warkitoff.livejournal.com

[Bored of this song yet? The music box plays a few times more before Bartz gives a heavy sigh, apparently not aware he left the phone on.]

...it's not like the world won't just be reborn again. But-

-well, I better figure something out. Running outta time faster than I thought.

scarletgriffon.livejournal.com

[Excenmille has realized something very, very important during the journey to Troia alongside Lilisette, and that something will probably remain with him for the rest of his days. What is it? It's the fact that airships are not. good. ideas. The young Count is feeling remarkably under the weather as a result of his journey-- too proud to show any fear when he boarded the strange mechanical thing; and now too stubborn, far too stubborn to admit that the whole experience has made him feel remarkably sick. So he merely treads alongside the dancer, an arm twisted up to rest a hand on the sheathe of his greatsword.

Yes, they've had to deal with a few monsters on the way. Nothing of worth though; one or two charges has generally either had them bolt or die. He knows that Lilisette is more than capable of fighting; but something ingrained into him won't allow her to- not while he's here. Maybe it's the root of chivalry -- the same kind his father displayed. He has little idea, and he doesn't really think on it all that much. Instead, he's merely trying his hardest to not vomit; the nausea from the airship ride not going away all that quickly.

Finally, the pair arrive in the city, and Excenmille merely gives it a tired glance -- staring back at the soldiers which of course stare at the dark-skinned child with pointy ears in full body armor.]

...This must be it. I suggest that you rest yourself at the inn...
I will look for Rahal. The area seems guarded enough. Perhaps they may know something.

[Needless to say, he has little idea of Lilisette's relationship with the royal family. Or any of the meetings she's arranged.]

futurefab.livejournal.com

[Lili is finally fully recovered and ready to set out after the journey to the Wind Shrine. She'll be wandering around Troia for a little bit. If anyone there would like to say hello, feel free to do so. She's slowly making her way to the airship docks.

In the meantime she also wants to call a few people to check in on them. So here's her list of calls (even though some of you probably don't keep your phones on you...):

○ Rishfee
○ Vincent
○ Excenmille
○ Mjrn
○ Angeal

So do your friend a favor and pick up! She's worried about all of you.

And, later, she'll be in Lindblum. And free to attack there, because she loves seeing people.]

Current Location: Troia, Lindblum

scarletgriffon.livejournal.com

[Once Rydia's taught him how to use the skyphone and he's eaten and rested off his fatigue, it's actually the morning of the next day -- he appears to have skipped one. With a startled sound he rouses himself and looks to the device, deciding to try his luck at locating a certain someone. He's not enabling video. He knows how to, but it's quite a nice thing to remain anonymous; especially when he's so used to having everything he says disregarded because of his age.

Being looked down on, Or being looked at as a child is the last thing he wants right now. It's always been the fastest way to earn his ire, but now more than ever it isn't appreciated. Rydia doesn't treat him as a child; so he's not expecting to be by any other.]

To any which responded with concern at what the moogles transmitted through this device upon my entry into this world, I thank you. Also, I apologize for any hassle it might have caused. It was not the best of introductions... and quite embarrassing, if I am honest.

...At any rate..
I would ask something of any that listen. I search for someone. He is of the elvaan race... and eleven years of age. He would have come into this world unconscious. Possibly-- nay, probably, hurt. He is armed with both a sword and shield. I ask you to inform me upon sight, if possible. Also... if any orcs are sighted which can speak the common tongue, I would ask the same. Inform me.

I thank you.

[Filtered; Lilisette. (For when she's on her mission!)] ...I hope all goes well with you. ...Have you seen him? Any that look alike him? Any orcs that might have been carried by the spell as well?

differentxbeat.livejournal.com

[Only a few moments passed after the moogle had left Zell all by his lonesome, this was a lot for him to take in all at once. All of these names and places thrown at him were so foreign. Something had slipped his mind completely, however. When he came to, his fingers were wrapped tightly around something in the palm of his hand. A mini-Queen Brahne doll. To him, it could just be some child's toy that ended up in his posession. He decided to tuck it away into his back pocket for the time being.]

Lindblum..what the hell does that even mean!?

[His temper began to flare for a brief moment, even the name of this city he had awoken in was outlandish in itself. Either way, he collected himself and took out the device that the moogle had given to him. Before flicking the monitor on, he teased his hair a bit, making sure everything was perfect and in place before flashing himself a cocky little smile in his reflection. The screen began to flicker, and sure enough it did everything the moogle said it would do.]

Uhm, h-hey! So uh, I'm not so great at this sort of thing. This is Zell Dinct..i'm a SeeD! You guys know about SeeDs, right!? If anyone's there, you gotta let me know!

trinitycrusades.livejournal.com

[Grey, deadened wasteland, as far as the eye can see. The camera shows the midst of a huge battlefield, littered with long-dead bodies and fallen war machines. In the distance there are ruins of a whole city: derelict skeletons of buildings that have all been long abandoned and fallen into disrepair. In the midst of it all is a lone paladin, taking in the devastation around him as the camera grows closer.]

Here's your Sky Phone, kupo! Need help with how to use it?

[Cecil catches sight of the speaker and reaches to take the phone from the little creature. He shakes his head.]

That won't be necessary, thank you. You're free to leave. This is no place for a...

--Moogle, kupo! Thanks, mister. This place gives me the creeps...

[The camera jerks as Cecil picks up the phone and it moves to his height, then it re-focuses on his face as he tries to remember the phone's functions. While his unnerving surroundings certainly concern him, there are two people he needs to find as soon as possible.]

I'm looking for my family. Their names are Ceodore and Rosa. I'd be grateful if anyone could tell me their whereabouts, and if they're safe.

scarletgriffon.livejournal.com

[In the midst of one of Alfitaria's town squares lies a lad. His weapon, a greatsword of unknown make, comprised mainly of burnished gold and blue steel lies at his side neatly and almost as respectfully as if the youth is dead. Yet dead he is not; his armored chest rises and falls deeply. And he's snoring. Loudly. He doesn't seem to be in any discomfort or have any injuries at all. He's merely sleeping-- though his sleep is deep enough to warrant complete and total exhaustion.

A moogle holds the skyphone, placing it's little face into the screen.]

K-Kupo?! Wake up, Kupopo!
Hello? Does this child belong to anyone?

boundinhonour.livejournal.com

[The first thing that’s to be seen is the face of a rather annoyed Angeal Hewley, surrounded by woods and fog, the video swaying and dipping from side-to-side. In the background there’s some laughter coming from none other that the moogles that greet everyone.]

Say hello, kupo!

Yeah, you have to say hi to all the people!

[Angeal sighs, closing his eyes before looking to the flying creature.] I’ve already said hello.

That was to us, Kupo!

You have to say something to everyone else!

…If I say hello to everyone else, will you give me my phone back? [Some might recognize this tone, the one that clearly sounded as if he were really saying “If you don’t give me my phone I’ll make you regret not doing so somehow.”]

[A clamor of voices:] Of course!

[Angeal pauses, looking off to the side. This was all clearly belittling to him.] Hello, people of Gaia.

[They laugh again.] What’s your name, mister?

Angeal Hewley, [He said plainly.]

Good! That was excellent! [The video suddenly zooms in on Angeal’s abdomen, gloved hands moving up to grip the phone as the view point turns to the two moogles leaving and waving to him before the video cuts with a small fumble.]

princessstealer.livejournal.com

[Despite the fact that he's been awake for several hours now on very little sleep, Zidane has never looked more excited or more happy at the same time. His clothes are a half-pulled on mess and his hair is falling out of its tie, but for once he could care less about that as he grins at the small bundle of blanket in his arms.]

Guys! Everyone! Dagger had the baby! She's doing great, she came through it fine, Rosa was the best help ever, and-

[The moogle holding the sky phone, chuckling a little, zooms in on the baby's face, which is about all that can be seen of the newborn. The baby is sleeping, so the color of her eyes can't be seen, but a couple straggling wisps of blonde trail out from under the blanket, brushing just over the glossy bump right in the middle of her forehead that's so very small. Zidane's voice gets more quiet, as though trying not to wake his firstborn up.]

This is Amber. Amber Jayne Tribal - Amber til Alexandros the First, but not for a long time. Isn't she beautiful?

[His finger brushes her cheek softly, almost in wonder, a smile starting to spread across his face as he watches her.]

Guys, this is amazing - we have a little girl.

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CECIL'S PARTY

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