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[ Nero had vanished, after being saved from the Crystal Tower.

This, of course, was expected of him. What hadn't been expected was Cid going after him, with barely a word. He'd been seen running out, holding a piece of paper. A few weeks, he had returned, looking frazzled and refusing to talk about what had happened. Or, really, leaving his workshop except to get quite a bit of food and odder and odder supplies.

That is, until he was found just outside, looking faint and void-tainted. His skin seemed to almost be peeling away, with ooze underneath. But even as he was turning to some form of monster, Cid had tried to stop people from entering - he'd been placed to be monitored by Y'shtola and Urianger. Hopefully, they could stop... whatever this tainting was doing.

So, of course, there was only one person that the Scions could turn to - in case it was far too dangerous. Somebody who could enter the workshop and find whatever was being hidden - even if there were whispers of Cid going back to the Garleans.

But that couldn't be true, could it? The workshop was empty of any other people, but a soft groan could be heard from one of the back rooms. ]

hipstermark

[ It had been far too long since Vanille had come to Insomnia, Lucis, or even passed from Gran Pulse to Eos. It had grown so much - but also, grown so little. People still lived in fear of what they called Daemon - beings Vanille could only pity. Her travels had taken her here quite slowly, for she desired to aid whichever Cie'th she could. Even if helping them was just taking them out. Her and Fang had traveled together.

And then, she had waited.

Vanille had waited for she had made an appointment to meet with the Royal Family. It had been quite a while - but Vanille had supposed, in her head, that of course the Lucis Caelum still lived. After all, the power of the Crystal could be felt all around her. Her, an outsider! Even if she was touched by Anima, those of this land saw the Fal'cie quite differently. In her time waiting for her appointment, she had been taking in the culture of the city. It was... amazing. But at the same time... the two hoped that it would not be too long here. It felt wrong, compared to home. (Oerba was still, after all, not known to have fully fallen here due to a lack of information. A blessing in disguise, she thought at the time. )

The day had come, for them to meet with... the Queen? It seemed that something had come up for the King. It was a pity - Vanille had desired to meet with the one 'blessed' by the Crystal and gifted power. But she would not show that disappointment, as she had entered the Citadel and had begun to be led off for this meeting. Her step was more of a skip, observing everything and letting out soft whistles. Fang, meanwhile, had gone off to investigate elsewhere. Trying to figure out the time scale before things may happen here. Before things may escalate here or back closer to Cocoon.

Vanille, however, even if she looked out of place... had a feeling of power coming from her. She couldn't help, however, from rolling her eyes at her escorts. They just had to make this seem so serious, huh? She wore her Rod visible hanging from her belt, even if it looked like it couldn't be used as a weapon. Just in case. ]

kururu

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arcaniststaff

[ Time flowed.

That, he was aware of. Eventually, the Scions of the Seventh Dawn would be destroyed, unless this group moves forward. And to do that, he needed them all to trust him - or, at least, the younger him. (Not that he would burden that man with more knowledge then he had to. Keep hope in his heart, and make sure him and his wife could live happily. Perhaps it would influence his own life, times long gone.)

And that's why he was with Thanaire, having appeared out of nowhere. A little glad she wasn't with somebody else, to manipulate and break them. ]

...Thanaire. What are your plans for your life in this world?

[ Not even a hello. But why would he? Words are wasted when he's in his groove. ]

kururu

c h a r a c t e r s
nero tol scaeva betterthangarlond	sasaxia saxia levinchild	ku lu minuet_of_rigor	faya rose falserose
Miscarlet arcaniststaff	'First Cycle' Urianger arcaniststaff	borealis shisnon borelisblade	th'ancred nuhn catcred
bahasaie corruptedcoil	alphinix turn12	francel 'rose bandit' fuckishgard	papayda papayda
emmanelle greystone paragon_bastard	haurchefant greystone shieldless	'ramza' scratched_disc	minfilia/cloud of light aethercrystals
j'rhoomale carha winddarkness	character journal	character journal	character journal

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fuckishgard

[ To think he'd been captured. The man now knowned as Rose Bandit - one of the few who refused to give up the path of heresy with their leader dead, and with Nidhogg fell as well. Because he had nothing else. Ishgard had ripped away his purpose once again. And so, perhaps he had gotten a little cocky, selling what he called potions of power in the open, in the city itself. But it was dragons' blood, and it was clearly seen when one of the children had taken it close by.

And now he had been captured. People kept trying to question him, but he refused to talk. As their backs were turned, however, he couldn't help but tremble a little. If his hands were not tied, he would be placing hands to his rose-tinted ears, scales having grown on them from the blood he kept using. But other then that, his face still mirrored that of Lord Francel - well, it would if it were younger. The noble who had vanished so long ago...

Feh. To think of himself as a noble was to give up what he did. He remained still, looking at the ground, still listening to footsteps echoing. ]

arcaniststaff

[ He had not wanted to be drawn from his yearly stupor of The Rising. Five years, the two he cared for both died during this time - both to prevent the Endtimes. In years passed, he tried to ignore the celebration in general. He could not stand to hear the sounds, listen to those who seeked to party to celebrate their survival.

This year, however, his fellow Archons - and those who called themselves Scions - had decided to go to the beach - and had brought him along. Perhaps they worried that if he were left to his own devices, something horrible may happen. (What had he done to earn that reputation. Were it the rumours of a man who looked like him? Many adventurers mimiced them, especially since they begun selling those replica uniforms.)

But Urianger... this one could not stand to be around them. This day was not one which he shared with many. Only his Carbuncle - who remained at his side today. A slight purr from the Carbuncle was a gentle comfort - but not one which ever mended the pain in his heart.

But then he stopped - his legs still moving until he was nearby, only but a few steps from her.

For, away from those who he had come with, he saw a familiar figure. One he had not seen for many moons - due to the moon.

An illusion - or an adventurer dressed and looking just as her? (There'd been a lot of mimics recently. He wondered why.) Before he could think it though, say anything, the golden tinted Carbuncle ran off towards Moenbryda - to flop by her, letting out adorable yips as if he were back as a Miqo'te and trying to get the attention of somebody at the Arcanists' Guild. (He could talk, but talking Carbuncle was usually enough to freak out people. And hey. She looked pretty nice, and Urianger was staring harder then he'd expected for anybody. Under his goggles, his dull gold eyes were laser-focused on her.) ]

shieldless

Ishgard was no place for dragons - not in this timeline, at least. This holy place, less so. But there one was, sitting in the arena of the Vault. He had managed to stumble back there, to where just moments ago he had slayed Ser Charibert... well, not slain. He couldn't kill him - any of them - even though he knew what was coming to his alter. The one who him and Z'ipipa Kota had gotten to know as they traveled this world, seeing if it could help lure out either of those who fight this war.

He hadn't done the right thing. His gentle cries were to his gentle wife - by Halone, she couldn't have helped either. He shouldn't have brought her here - none could help. He had noticed, as well, a few Owlet hovering around. Watching. Were they here to mock the fact he thought he could try?

"Dearest Kota..."

He mumbled, his head on the ground.

shieldless

Welcome to the glory of the Aquapolis! Grab your maps and let's go! The Aquapolis is a place in Final Fantasy XIV, where you can find lots of rare treasure. Party up with some friends or some randoms, and have some fun! Throw anybody or anything you want here.

Prompts:

1 - Finding the Portal:
Before you enter, you gotta find a portal. You just soaring around on your mounts, trying to read the maps? Or are you already looking it over, or even disappointed that this map hasn't opened a portal?

2 - Inside, fighting monsters:
Why are the monsters here so big. Why are there gobbies sometimes. Why Arges.

3 - Choose the Door:
Looks like the choice is up to you - but how will you decide the door? Will you fight with your adventurer buddies?

4 - Treasure!!
Woo! You found loot! Is it nice and valuable and you want it all? Or is it loser tier.

5 - Other?
Have you decided to just chill and mess around inside without fighting? Or decided something more... lewd? Free space here!

shieldless

so my open post isnt full of this ;3

shieldless

So you are on a boat. And so is this dragon nerd. What happen next?

shieldless

[ A final circle of the electrically-charged, barely standing Vault. It was almost a nightly deed for Haurchefant, to see if the Primal would leave as the sun set. After all, it was not often that they... he... left during the night. Travel was harsher, with the light of the single moon barely breaking though the clouds of Aether brought on by the sorrow and rage of the being within.

It was his duty to stop this. Though his body had been cursed to that of a unicorn (with large wings coated in feathers, and a dragon-esque head - well, he liked to think he were a Unicorn) at times - well, it was more reason. A life after death was what he had wished for, and if he could save but one from being tempered, it would be... okay. Roaming and then turning back to a man whenever he desired - if the old government of Ishgard were still standing, he would have been seen as a heretic and shot down by now.

Satisfied that his job were done for the night - at least, for checking this building - Haurchefant continued to soar gently above the broken air. The gates which could have been used to leave to the greater Eorzea were still sealed by adventurers - who could repeal, but not kill. Much of Eorzea had turned their back on him, if he were honest. But they had let Eorzea down. His gaze turned to the airship docks, where small devices still remained. In case people came who needed to soar to the Sea of Clouds, and safety, and he was busy holding back the beast.

His idle thoughts were interupted, however, when he saw something. It didn't seem to be one of the tempered Heavens' Ward, nor a dragon child who'd not grown their wings quite yet... had somebody fallen from the land above? Without looking to see who it is, he darted - wings stretched out, long lizard-esque tail flat out. ]

Ser!

[ Haurchefant roared out, hoping to either catch him on his back... or in his mouth. He were only the size of an alicorn, after all. ]

kururu

HOW TO RP: Call out who you wanna RP with, and I'll reply ASAP!

IVALICIANS: I can RP more, I just don't have accounts for them. And I do prefer AU a lot, but can play canon!

Basch Fon Rosenburg

CANON: Can play from any canon point. Prefer to play from either very early canon or post-RW.

ruinimpendent
AU 1: Basch is also Belias. This is a fun AU to play. Can play at same canon points as canon.

gentlegigas

Larsa Ferrinas Solidor

CANON: Like Basch, can play from any canon point. Prefer to play post-canon, however. For Larsa, I use the same journal for every version of him.
AU 1: Occuria!Larsa - Larsa was given Occurian blood to stop an illness, and is developing godly powers. (I also have Balthier from this AU, but will only bring him out for certain people.)

hipotion

Ramza Beoulve

CANON: I prefer to play Ramza from early canon, so he can develop differently.

throw_stone
AU 1: Scratched Disk, the cute creepypasta friend. Self-aware, Ramza can jump between worlds and simply desires to find and save Alma.

scratched_disk

EORZEANS: Right now, all of my Eorzeans are AU ONLY characters.

Urianger Augerelt

Miscarlet - as i nickname him = is a result of Ramza... a man who has been broken though going though the multiverse. Oh, and he's also part-Ascian. He can vary from seeming as he used to be, to being very broken and creepy - I depend to change it depending on who he's RPing with, and when he is from in his timeline.

arcaniststaff

Alisaie Leveilleur

Alisaie (and her Alphinaud) took on the primal essences of Bahamut and Phoenix, to prevent them from being summoned again. And corrupted them into half-Primal beings. With her new power, Alisaie and Alphinaud still seek a way to cure those they've tempered.

corruptedcoil

Haurchefant Greystone

He was revived as a dragon, and can now shift between the two freely. However, he has lost his ability to see his family or Ishgard due to being a dragon.