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Post by Gyun on Oct 7, 2018 22:23:29 GMT -5
Gyun watches as the rampant assault quickly disables cannon after cannon, allowing the moomba to feel more at ease and less like his head may be blown off at any moment. He does, sort of wince a little bit at all of the attacks, like the bad breath, and the shadow flare, firing into the general location of the monkey man who was kind of nice to him. Then the thing gets ready to detonate some heavy ordinance. He doesn't have to be an engineer to know that's what is happening, but being an engineer helps him understand that with the speed the heat is rising inside the machine and the size of the missiles peering out, it could more than probably kill everyone in this plaza and more besides. There is immediate moomba panic. Gyun believe his life is in immediate mortal peril, and he prepares to abandon the draw.
The moomba feels the magic click, finally starting to coalesce just in time. He doesn't know what it is, but he knows what he's going to do with it, especially now that the cannons have stopped firing! Gyun rears back, hefts both paws, and sweeps them down for a thrust to trigger the extracted spell, Plasma Spaz. A soft point of light glimmers in front of him, fickering in and out. Then it starts sucking in lines.. Almost immediately after, the square is alight with... light, as an extremely large and horizontal pillar of searing hot plasma explodes outward from his position at a speed almost too hard to track, hitting the Oppressor sidelong. The bright blue and red light rapidly washes over the machine in nearly its entirety, and judging from the fact that the cover in front of him instantly melted into slag and the wall on the opposing end of the plaza is being eaten through if not being punched clean through entirely, this spell would have been remarkably useful to have triggered sooner.
It's really quite the light show, sparks and embers swirling up into the air as debris in the beam's path gets pulverized, and for the few seconds the beam lasts, the Moomba is having trouble not getting blown back by the sheer backdraft generating heat. His mane blows majestically at first, then frantically as he fights against what feels like someone hit him with fire and aero at the same time. It's just really neat to look at, how the energy bending and flowing over the machine with tiny tendrils twirling off as it bunches against the form. It's also a terrible idea to look at, which Gyun realizes only slightly too late and shuts his eyes when they start to burn.
The spell stops as quickly as it starts, the beam shrinking and flickering away to nothing. Leaving a very stunned and slightly traumatized looking moomba in it's place. That was so bright that he's almost half blind and seeing spots, so everything in front of him is kind of a red, glowing mess because everything in front of him IS red and glowing. The moomba can't tell if the thing is dead or not, and he continues to panic. If it's not, he knows it'll be too hot for him to touch, and he instead picks up the heaviest thing he can find around him, heart pumping as his body kicks into overdrive for a Limit Break and he chucks it as hard as he can in disgust, in the general direction of the Oppressor, for good measure, then stumbles and falls backward onto his orangey cat butt.
Gyun finalizes drawcast and burninates the Oppresor with Plasma Spaz
Gyun uses his second attack action to LIMIT BREAK, and throw a sizable cobblestone at what might still be the Oppressor. Just in case.
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Post by Garnet Alexandros on Oct 8, 2018 10:34:55 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","kimino"] [attr="class","kimino2"] [attr="class","kiminotop"] MELODIES OF LIFE
[attr="class","kiminotop2"] OUR PATHS, THEY DID CROSS, THOUGH I CANNOT SAY JUST WHY
[attr="class","kiminomid"] [attr="class","kiminoleft"]
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[attr="class","kiminolyric"] LAYERS OF HARMONY
[attr="class","kiminolyric2"] Alone for a while, I've been searching through the dark, For traces of the love you left inside my lonely heart To weave by picking up the pieces that remain, Melodies of life, love's lost refrain
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The top of Garnet’s head peaked over the edge of the stacked crates that she’d positioned herself behind. One of her hands shifting from her racket to rest upon the rough, warped wood as she’d surveyed her surrounding once again. Her eyes drifted from each of the combatants, scrutinizing each of them as she’d scanned for any lasting injuries, certainly a few of them were a bit worse off than others – fortunately none of them were in critical condition. Her eyes widened in surprise as the Oppressor stirred back to life, its’ silhouette malformed and damaged beyond repair, yet it desperately clung to its’ semblance of life. Truthfully, the Queen of Alexandria was impressed, its’ endurance rivaled that of Alexander whom had withstood Bahamut’s onslaught under Kuja’s ministrations. [break][break] For the second time within the past five minutes, Garnet witnessed Gyun’s draw cast. A chill ran down the summoner’s spine due to its’ semblance to the Zorn and Thorn’s efforts to extract Eiko’s Eidolon. Thankfully, its’ similarities both began and ended there, Garnet couldn’t sense the same malignant, maliciousness in the motes of light that spiraled from one of the generators into Gyun. For the time being, Garnet elected to remain motionless, her expression stoic as she’d furthered studied the Moomba. However, she was forced to jerk her aside, adverting her gaze as Gyun’s Plasma Spaz intensified. Even the sidelong glance had caused her retinas to burn fiercely. [break][break] Though its’ effects were short lived, Garnet’s vision was tainted by the presence of innumerable black and white motes dancing about. Each time she’d blinked, a handful of them disappeared abruptly. So, for the span of fifteen seconds, Garnet continuously blinked, her vision clearing up just in time to watch as Gyun hefted a sizable chunk of debris from the ground and pitched in at the Oppressor. Amaranth would be impressed , Garnet mused to herself, hesitantly emerging from her poorly-conditioned hiding spot to approach Gyun. She knelt by the Moomba’s side, her hand extended outwards only for it to rest momentarily on Gyun’s furry shoulder. How soft , Garnet dismissively thought as she’d channeled her curative magick once again. [break][break] Cure , Garnet chanted, the curative magic gathering at the tips of her fingers before it’d surged into Gyun, its’ presence made known by the warm sensation that would encompass the entirety of his body – its’ primary purpose to ease his aches and pains possibly heal some of his singed fur. However, Garnet didn’t relent as her gloved hand closed around Gyun’s forearm, attempting to help him rise to his feet so that they could retreat to a slightly safer distance.
[break][break] Used Cure on Gyun - 1 turn cooldown
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Oct 8, 2018 13:16:22 GMT -5
The healing wave of Cura kept him on his feet, but Zidane looked up as the machine cried out angrily. "That doesn't sound good..." No shit!Zidane was the elite of elite when it came to recklessness. He's been told, sarcastically by Blank, he was a credit to his species to be able to survive such maddening fable driven dare-deviling. His close range charge had come at a price, but it allowed in to get right into it with big, clanky, and ugly. It looked like everyone was upon the metal monstrosity and ready to take it out. But the real winner was the one who could take it out, at least in his mind. He grinned and dropped to a crouch. His tail was curled up, the end twitching.If Dagger new anything about the wild Genome was when he was about to do something stupid: watch his tail. With his distracting actions he was able to avoid a good majority of the open fire with only half of the blasts hitting across his shoulders and face, leaving bleeding marks that were nothing when compared to falling out of an ancient tree of life! This boy has jumped off flying airships and dove into sandy whirlpools in search of his enemies! This mechanical menace was far from the most dangerous thing he has ever faced. Zidane himself was the most dangerous thing around! His hair began to take a pink hue, the boy's clothing dematerializing before the onlooker's very eyes as his was covered by the glimmering fur. Once the end of his tail was fully coated in this magical aura of pink he would slam down his daggers, burying them into the ground. Crossing his forearms in front of him the thief released an explosion of pure energy at the Oppressor. Grand Lethal was one of the many deadly Trance abilities the reckless rogue maintained in his repertoire, but it was also one of the more exhausting ones. He would easily dodge the tank's assault with what seemed to be a few remaining turrets and canons as he backed up.
" And one for the road..." He stamped his foot to the ground, the pure energy of his very existence causing an energy beneath the machine to swirl and pull the Oppressor's legs, hoping to push out his all into the short time he could retain this energy. His hands came down and grasped his blades once more before staggering back further, head turning up. He held out his hand The now pink, fur covered rogue watched, panting to see if that had managed to break his defenses. Mage Masher: Mage Mashers live up to their namesake and have the chance to inflict the Silence status on casters, disabling their ability to cast magic for a one post duration. This is a passive ability and has a 10% (above 90 on a d100 roll) chance of inflicting silence when the blades strike an enemy. Trance - Once Per Thread; 5 Post Duration A surge of powerful emotions that changes his psychical form: his clothing is shed and his clothing and magenta fur comes to cover his entire body. This form allows him access to his EX and Dyne abilities. Latent EX Abilities while in Trance
• Regen - N/A Cooldown HP slowly regenerates over time • Air Jump - N/A Cooldown Able to jump higher than usual, over twenty feet • Dodge Jump - 2 Cooldown Can dodge mid-jump from one enemy's offensive attacks, similar to Aerial Dodge. Grand Lethal - 3 Cooldown Pure energy lances from Zidane and strikes all enemies within range.
Shift Break - 3 Cooldown A swirling vortex forms beneath all enemies and causes heavy damage. Flying enemies are unaffected. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Oct 8, 2018 14:44:19 GMT -5
The people and lion-things of Archipelago were fascinating on a scientific level. On most worlds Blue Magic was rare if it existed at all, usually confined to a single species, chance mutation, artificial creation, or all of these. Not so on Archipelago. Many lifeforms had a rudimentary iteration of the Azure Arts, able to syphon power from flora and fauna to be used for elemancy or binding that raw power to their bodily tissues. Honestly his brief and painfully eventful tenure on that world had changed Blaise’s own perspective on his own Arcane Discipline and even the nature of mana itself.
But not now that scientific wonder was exploding everywhere. “AHHH STARS AND SCIONS WHY?!”
Huddling in a dishelved heap of hole-covered blue coat and panic, Blaise was very occupied cowering out of the way of the Moomba’s galvanic retribution against the death machine when the theif prince decided to slip into something more comfortable…and pink, before proceeding to shower the area with a bombardment of raw soulforce.
“A Quickening?” Blaise wondered aloud, starring at the magenta mutation going down. Mist interacted with biology in myriad aways across the Cosmos, saturating the cells of all who grew up breathing it in imperceptible but accumulating quantities. One of the more spectacular of these was a flight or fight response that sometimes triggered within those of exceptionally strong Hearts when pushed to the brink of what’d seemed to be the limit of what their mind and body could endure. Called by many names across the worlds, this attainment of transcendent potential was quite rare, prodigious even. Blaise had certainly never experienced a Quickening, nor had any desire to endure the hellish heights of suffering necessary required only to find he lacked the proper spark. This bloke here though…admittedly Blaise had just assumed him to be just a charming rake with an alarming affinity for serrated edges. Clearly that was not the case.
No time time for that, energy blasts and lightning was happening everywhere!
“Wha-Wait! D-Dont explode-flame my-soft body and composure!” Blaise caterwauled as he fled the blast radius, arms flailing windmills. “NO Shrapnel-in-the-hair-GAaaaahhh”
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Post by Alma on Oct 8, 2018 18:22:15 GMT -5
When the lights faded and the smoke cleared for perhaps the third time thus far, the Oppressor could finally be seen once more- At least, what remained of it. Its sirens had long since quieted, and it no longer spun as it did a moment before. Perhaps the most significant change, though, was that a large hole had been melted through the center of the machine's torso, and what bits were left to connect the two remaining halves didn't last long, groaning under the stress and giving way as the tank's two sides fell away from each other, slamming down and shattering the concrete on impact. It did not move again.
With such gaps in the thing's hard shell, a number of loose wires and components could be seen hanging from its densely-packed interior. With its engine now devoid of life, no such parts sparked, and one could probably move in to salvage some of the alien metal once the heat from the plasma was given time to cool.
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Post by Gyun on Oct 8, 2018 21:29:58 GMT -5
Gyun perks ever so slightly as the woman approaches and tends to him. He shivers a bit at her touch. In all honesty he is coming down off of a very terrified high and was not expecting anything like the occurrences he had to deal with in the past few hours... or, well, day, practically. He was in that blasted cage after all. He is... yes, very soft. Velvety. Plush even, one might say. Surprisingly the moomba makes absolutely no attempt to squirm away from her touch or her administrations. It seems the creature is quite trusting. He is no longer bleeding from aggressive cannon fire that he is nowhere near fast enough to avoid without cover, so in response to the cure he squeaks happily. Honestly it's more of a chirp, but it's kind of hard to tell. The moomba allows himself to be helped up and sniffs at the air, head tilting to one side. He leans up and gives Garnet sort of an aimless lick, before breaking away a few steps and continuing to sniff.
The moomba drops to all fours and bounds about, hurrying over to Zidane next, and giving him a lick too! furrowing his brow and tilting his head like he's just been thrown for a loop about something. He looks briefly confused, then shrugs and smiles at the friendly stabby flippy man, giving him that same cry, before bouncing in place a few times and looking about more. He seems to be doing quite well and in much better shape than before he turned pink and glowy, so Gyun does not press the issue. The other fuzzy thing he's unfamiliar with seems to be in mostly good shape, but the strange other person seems to have vanished somewhere along the way... which is good, because they seemed really, very dark and he's quite certain he would have had to fight them off if they were still here.
The moomba perks once more, and falls the scent of fear and blood and odd mixture of competency and pathetic failure until he arrives at Blaise's position, gives the man a cursory lick and seems to be mulling something over. He leans down and stares rather unhappily at the man, eyes narrowing. He can't believe this guy was going to try to hunt him after last they met. Still, never let it be said that Moomba hearts aren't unreasonably and often unfortunately pure, and with a ruffle of his mane and a bit of a muffled roar, Gyun summons his reserves and casts cure on the extremely injured man who ran at the cannons to drop a big angry bubble on them and is in all honestly probably super close to bleeding to death and in not much shape to fight back if he'd chosen to be hostile! Let's remedy that and turn those injuries into slightly less horrible injuries instead.
The moomba then starts making his way back toward Garnet with a modicum of haste as she has been the nicest new person, only to stumble for no apparent reason and trip over his own paws, hitting the street with a thud. There is a loud growl that decidedly does not come from the part of him that is traditionally supposed to do the growling. In all the excitement he may have pushed a little bit too hard trying to stay alive and has forgotten that it's been some time since he's eaten. The feline climbs back to his feet and shakes it off, then adopts a strong stance, smiles, behaves as though absolutely nothing is wrong, and carefully makes sure not to stumble again as he completes the trip.
Gyun casts cure on Blaise because sure why not.
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Post by Garnet Alexandros on Oct 9, 2018 0:42:36 GMT -5
[nospaces] [attr="class","kimino"] [attr="class","kimino2"] [attr="class","kiminotop"] MELODIES OF LIFE
[attr="class","kiminotop2"] OUR PATHS, THEY DID CROSS, THOUGH I CANNOT SAY JUST WHY
[attr="class","kiminomid"] [attr="class","kiminoleft"]
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[attr="class","kiminolyric"] LAYERS OF HARMONY
[attr="class","kiminolyric2"] Alone for a while, I've been searching through the dark, For traces of the love you left inside my lonely heart To weave by picking up the pieces that remain, Melodies of life, love's lost refrain
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Dagger’s head shook dismissively, unable to voice her objection as she’d caught a glimpse of Zidane’s tail as it’d whipped back and forth, the tip of which had curled inward. Dagger negatively coincided the movement of Zidane’s tail, often times, linking it to one of his half-baked schemes or ploys. Each of which, despite being surprisingly effective, they proved to be arduous on both her body and mind – providing her with no shortcoming of unwanted headaches. What was even more miraculous, it was the Genome’s ability to elude her ire, its’ presence beset by uncharacteristic silence or clipped responses from the Queen. [break][break] Much to Dagger’s chagrin, Zidane pressed onward, his body riddled with innumerable wounds caused by a mixture of stray rounds and shrapnel. It came as no surprise that Zidane’s luxurious sun-kissed tresses began gain luminosity, their shade transferring to a faint pink. Dagger blinked once, blinded temporarily by the flash of light that emerged from her husband’s body as he’d let his emotions run rampant, the entirety of his being calling on the full oppressive might of his soul. A part of her was intimately familiar with that power, although, her existing relationship with it was strained – perhaps because she’d grown emotionally stagnant. [break][break] Her husband, Zidane, he’d fulfilled his purpose as a merciful harbinger of death. His assail in conjunction with Gyun’s had rendered the dreaded Machina inert. Its’ symphony of grinding cogs, whirling gears, and pistoning shafts was replaced by an eerie calm. Garnet let out an audible gasp as one of its’ shafts had snapped off during the assault, its trajectory launching it just a few feet away from her, its’ metallic shaft burying itself a few inches into the worn cobblestone. Her attention was redirected back to Gyun as he’d chirped with contention, his head craned backwards as he’d sniffed the air before giving her a playful lick. [break][break] The Queen’s expression softened, an audible burble of laughter elicited from between her lips. How precious… Garnet thought to herself as Gyun scurried off to investigate his fellow combatants, Garnet’s attention turned towards the state of Lindblum. Debris and smoldering metal littered the ground, the horde of goblins still ran amuck within the city, kept at bay by the other participants in the Festival of the Hunt and the diligent guard of the City. Her heart sunk downward, its’ weight heavy upon the pit of her stomach as she’d recalled the tragedy it had suffered by her foley scarcely three years ago. [break][break] For a split second, Garnet felt those buried memories trying to resurface, her gaze glazing over as she’d threatened to lose herself within her own mind. No! , Garnet shouted within her own subconscious, attempting to preserve herself from being drowned in the undertow of guilt, remorse, and regrets. She forced herself to swallow the sizable lump that had formed in her throat, reminding herself that she’d undertaken the daunting task of reconnecting with the Gods’ of Gaia to prevent such tragedies from repeating themselves – so far, she’d reconvened with Shiva, Ifrit and Ramuh. Each of whom had helped her rediscover a part of her former-self. [break][break] Shiva’s lesson came to mind, the importance of knowing when to draw away, to distance herself from not only her emotions but those around her – how she’d longed to do just so. Unfortunately, now was neither the appropriate time nor place, Garnet understood that she had responsibilities and obligations, not only as Queen, but as a competent white mage. Garnet’s head craned in Gyun’s direction when the Moomba tripped over its’ own feet, comically becoming one with the cobblestone for a few seconds before rising back to his feet as if nothing had happened. Where to start? Garnet inquired to no one in particular. [break][break] Garnet’s gaze settled upon Blaise, her hand extending in his direction as she’d channeled her most powerful curative spell, Curaga , its’ presence made known by the undulation in the atmosphere. An enticing warmth would encircle the blue mage, its’ presence further indicated by the spiraling motes of golden and white light which buried themselves in his wounds, knitting them back together with a tenderness of a mother’s touch. We need to mobilize the Guard, request assistance from Alexandria, tend to the injured, exterminate the monsters, and begin repairs… . Garnet mumbled beneath her breathe, already hard at work at formulating a plan… [break][break]
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Post by Mogrid on Oct 9, 2018 10:54:40 GMT -5
There had been a very brief moment, after the Goblin had been launched from his perch, when Mogrid had considered repairing the cannon and commandeering it. Surely it would provide one of the myriad score or so of materials he still needed for his personal quest? But the beacon had been an ill omen, and the moogle leapt aside as the larger machine had taken its place. Ultimately he'd ended up in an alley off the main thoroughfare, likely hidden from view of the other hunters, with a pair of the city's indigenous feral cats crouching futher down the alley behind him.
About the time he'd realized this, however, the metal monstrosity opened fire, and the moogle and his keyblade became a blur of motion and illusory cogs. Once the thing exploded, he managed to deflect one final projectile onto the cobbles in front of the alley. A glance over his shoulder confirmed that the two cats hadn't been harmed by his accidentally putting them into the line of fire, but the little engineer was forced to lean heavily on his keyblade, treating it as a walking stick as he scooped up the shrapnel and hobbled into the main square. He settled into a relaxed pose before he was spotted, hopefully. No need to let on how exhausted he was by a display nobody saw anyway.
"Well. Mission accomplished, kupo. How many points were those worth, do you think?" he asked, a little flippant as he twirled the gearshaft in one hand and leaned on his weapon on the other side. The alley he left had an egg-shaped zone that was outlined by enough holes to make the surrounding walls look like sponges, but apparently that qualified as an average day outside Bhujerba, he was finding.
"I can probably hang around to help with repairs, I'm an engineer by trade." he volunteered as he shoved the shaft into his apron's main pocket. He could find a use for this later.
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Oct 9, 2018 13:30:36 GMT -5
The rogue settled down when he saw the machine start to fall apart. Rubbing the back of his head he let out a dry chuckle. "That was a bit overboard, I swear every year..." It just got worse and worse. Those old guys really needed to find less sadistic hobbies. He'd never understand these Lindblum traditions.
The pink-furred rogue turned to look back, seeing Dagger already on the job with her magics. She always did take the time out to help out others, seeing as not many during these festivals yielded such restorative spells. It was a bit out of bounds for those sworn to do no harm. Luckily, or unluckily, Dagger was not sworn to such an oath which could make her a rather authoritative healer who had no qualms tightening that bandage to make sure you heard her suggestion not to over do it. He moved up to stand by Gyun who had done to toss a helping paw to their ally.
"Hey, good job little guy, you really gave it a wallop!" he moved to nudge the Moomba, a grin bright on his features before he folded his arms behind his head, the Trance dispelling at the end of the adrenaline filled battle. "I guess I can help too, not much for fixing things, but I can lift." His gaze drifted down at all the machine parts. "Man what the heck was that, a tank?" He's seen war machines before, but nothing like that.
A few battering rams, mobile chargers, airships and the like but a land bound machine capable of rampaging with such efficient, or not so efficient, destruction. He would kneel down to pick up one of the rods, looking it over. Nothing like anything he's seen on Gaia, or Terra. Weird. Sheathing his blades he tossed the rod in his hand like a baton before looking at the wholesale destruction abound.
"Shouldn't be lone til Lindblum's soldiers are in there taking care of any stranglers." The rogue noted. "We should pick up any other injured contestants and make sure no one's fallen into the rubble." He looked to Dagger who seemed a bit stressed concerning all this. he rubbed the back of his neck and walked up to her, unaware of the memories the competition had unearthed. His hand reached up to rest against her back, letting her know he was there had she come to fall into one of her deep ponderings. "Hey, it's their tradition. Don't worry too much about it. They know how to deal with the collateral damage. Let's go lend a hand." He grinned and let the rod slid from his grip, hardly interested in it.
"Alright let's get to it Mogrid!" The thief rolled up his metaphorical sleeves, ready to assist the Moogle in clean up! MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2018 4:57:28 GMT -5
Pain ebbed at the Moomba’s spell hold of Blaise’s system, reuniting tissues and putting the greater part of bodily humors back where they belonged. A “Heeeey that…” that was about to devolve into more forceful protests at the lick, Blaise having once been that that tiny boy for whom pet-licks proved terrifying (like most natural phenomena). Yet amber feline eyes held his large sky-blue ones for a very long moment, hushing the excitable evoker to silence. Curative powers gave him the strength to stand steadily and the leonine enigma wandered off to the Queen, leaving Blaise with furrowed tawny brows. “Wait…we’ve met…,” realized the mage half to himself.
Events continued to evolve around him. The mysterious Keyweilder Moogle took the initiative on repairs, Blaise was about to concur when the younger man, whom Blaise realized was probably the Queen’s bodyguard or even her consort, was awfully blithe about the proceedings.
W-Wait!? The automaton of laserful gatling-tastic doom had all been part of the Hunt?!
Sheeeezlies, guess he’d finally found a World as fanatical as Ivalice about Bounty Hunting!
Golden euphoria washed through him at a gesture from Garnet. Pain, blood, and disorientation seemed to almost dissolve within him like mist before the rising sun. It was hardly Blaise’s first encounter with the White Arts, (what Clansman of Ivalice couldn’t attest to owing life and limb to it at some point?). but the potency of the spell caught Blaise off guard. It certainly wasn’t everyday one met a Priest with faith that strong. Then again, should he really be that surprised? Blaise glanced down as the bullets that’d been embedded within his flesh just seconds ago clattered against the cobblestones, completely clean, as they’d merely spent in target practice. The holes in his clothes were just that now, simple tears. Auric glow lingered around the new skin beneath, Gyun and Her Majesty’s efforts having wiped away even the weariness of a poor night’s sleep. Honestly, Blaise hadn’t paid much mind to the stories the locals had spun about their young Queen. Cultivating cults of personality and deific mythologies around the ruler was par for the course in maintaining power.
However after witnessing Queen Garnet’s powers and those of her consort in action, Blaise had to admit all the hyperbole seemed more credible.
It was then that a voice in the back of Blaise’s head, one that sounded distinctly like Lady Beaulieu’s scandalized shriek, reminded Blaise that he was standing before a legitimate monarch like some country swineherd.
“Y-your M-majesty,” eeped Blaise like in a manner of lanky mouse being squeezed. He sank into deep a kneeling bow, used to dealing with the infamously capricious nobility of his homeworld. “T-Thank-for-your-merciful-attentions-and-for-letting-me-see-your-wonderful-though-very-dangerous-not that that's a problem your majesty!- high-altitude—impressively mechanical-Queendom!” Blaise, stammered in one long breathless rush, before noticing that Queen Garnet seemed more distracted then imperious.
After a minute of remaining quiet while the Lady Garnet ruminated, Blaise cautiously ventured a question, managing to take breathes between words this time. “Does Her Majesty desire any assistance before I assist in repairs? Teleportation perhaps?”
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Post by Gyun on Oct 10, 2018 11:45:39 GMT -5
The Moomba perks a bit as the guy who was totally gonna splash acid on him finally remembers him, and waves politely, before very much losing it a little as Mogrid appears and introduces himself. Well, not so much introduces himself as makes his presence and his profession thoroughly known. The Moomba wastes no time rushing over even if he stumbles over himself a few times and takes the Moogle's exposed hand in both paws and shakes vigorously, despite this perhaps upsetting the precariously leaned balance the honestly notably smaller creature has! The feline is ecstatic, and when he is done accosting the moogle's personal space, he gives them a lick too and is finally REALLY done accosting the personal space. He steps back and thumps a paw on his chest a few. "Gyun! and grins. "Engyuneer!" he suddenly seems to get distracted by something.
Cleanup? This? No way, not yet! how could anyone want to cart this stuff off before any of it has been properly inspected. Gyun has zero intention of helping clean this scrap up, at least not yet. There's so much to look at and to learn! this technology is familiar but also all new to him, and he immediately scampers back toward the giant robot. He knows that he should let it cool on its own, but if people are going to be poking around in it, it should at least be cooled a bit first! With a heft of his not so little paws, he summons a swirl of flaky ice and mist, rapidly condensing it into shards, then a boulder, and with with a swing of those softy pads he flings blizzard into the sizable hole he'd made earlier. With a clang, springs and gears scatter, and the boulder shatters, sending shards of magical ice all over the inside of the machine, which rapidly becomes the source of a large plume of steam, creaking and straining.
It's still quite hot and big and probably won't cool easily, so he shifts and turns his attention to the crashed ship! How are the few of them going to clean ALL of this up? He scampers toward it and it's about this time that the creaking intensifies and a somehow pristine shaft projectiles out of the machine and thunks the back of his head, causing him to flop over and getting lodged in his massive mane. He reaches up and rubs his head, not seeming to be any worse for the wear, and pulls it out with relative ease, examining it, then carefully parting his mane and placing the shaft back in, horizontally because hey, that's a neat way to carry things! new idea! He then scampers his way into the ship from whence the goblin originally came, because he absolutely wants to see if he can do anything with it and he's pretty certain that he can. He'll get back to socializing after, there's tinkering to be done if this opportunity will close quickly!
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Post by Garnet Alexandros on Oct 21, 2018 5:16:37 GMT -5
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Garnet’s attention shifted from her incessant musings, momentarily turning back to the Gordian Shaft , the one that had embedded itself in the ground, scarcely more than a meter from her head just moments ago. For one reason or another, Garnet found herself instinctively drawn to it, an essence of familiarity contained deep within the metallic prison – one that she couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t until she’d reached out, the tips of her finger leaving a few smudges upon its’ polished surface, her eyes widening in surprise as she felt something stirring deep within. Its’ presence was faint, scarcely detectable despite her close-connection to holy magic. What she felt, it reminded her of what she’d felt when she and Eiko had interwoven their hands and invoked her Kingdom’s greatest protector, Alexander. [break][break] Mogrid’s inquiry about the point value of their targets had fallen to the wayside, though his offer to stick around and help with repairs had certainly snapped her from her entranced state. She could dwell on the mysterious nature of the rod, perhaps, when there weren’t so man pressing matters to attend to. Zidane’s dry chuckle and off-hand remark about how the Hunt had gone overboard, it roused the suspicious deep within, that this hadn’t been apart of the plan. Yes, they grew more and more eccentric with each passing year, though, they wouldn’t blatantly put the entirety of the city in danger with such uncontrolled swarms of monsters – especially ones that could lay waste to entire sections at once. Garnet couldn’t shake her gut feeling, something was definitely amiss. [break][break] Zidane’s attempts to comfort did little to abate her suspicions, though they did provide her with a momentary reprieve. Yes, they’d had handful of guards and trained personnel that attended to such matters every year, however, it didn’t mean that she couldn’t lend a hand wherever it was needed, now did it? Zidane’s deliberate touch upon the small of her back, brought yet another smile to her face, her head craning in his direction, her lips parting as she’d mouthed a silent thank you. When he let the rod slid from his fingers, Garnet didn’t hesitate to grasp it before it clattered to the ground, awkwardly adjusting it so she could hold his, her piece and her own rod. [break][break] With one of the approaching Guard, she’d passed the two rods off, requesting it be taken to her chambers at the earliest convenience. Blaise’ voice caused her head to crane in his direction, her lips set in a soft smirk as she’d listened to his flatteries. While, it was a bit irksome, perhaps, because it reminded of her distant past. “No, I believe, I shall be quite alright, however, I thank you on behalf of Lindblum for your assistance.” Garnet said with a slight bow of her head. All the meanwhile, Gyun was excitably pounding his own chest, introducing himself in his own way, one that elicted a chuckle from the Queen. [break][break] To her surprise, despite both Mogdrid and Gyun’s magical inclination, both of them were engineers by trade, proof that one couldn’t judge a book by its’ cover. Frankly, it surprised her that there Moogle that elected to pursue careers outside of the Mognet system – she only encountered a few who pursued outward inclinations. Gyun’s own magic once again fired off, crystalline flakes flowing into the sizable hole in the side of the wreckage, the result immediately evident as steam poured from it and the metallic symphony began. “ Thank you all.” Garnet said, uncertain if anyone had heard her.
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Oct 21, 2018 14:09:10 GMT -5
Zidane didn't want Dagger to worry, too much. Some things would be handled, but if she wanted to help out he wouldn't stop her! If anything he'd stand by and lend a hand unlike previous years he had either took the quickest route to the nearest pub or back to the hideout. He smiled softly when she seemed reassured at their ability to make progress without too much impeding them. Zidane looked to Blaise as he stammered his way into a wet, cardboard box. The thief scratched at his cheek in sympathy. The guy didn't seem much able to talk to a girl, let alone one that ruled the neighboring kingdom, and was related to the present one by blood! When he was turned down his heart went out to the guy.
Walking up he patted Blaise's shoulder, or at least attempted to. "Gotta be more confident when you talk to girls man." Hardly aware it was her station rather than her gender that caught the Blue Mage tripping over his own tongue. "Come on, let's help Mogrid. Dagger can handle herself." He seemed more casual when it came to dealing with figures of authority. He was quite known for being a right cheeky bastard.Gyun seemed well enough to help out with the healing. Pretty unexpected. he wondered what Gyun was. In a way the little guy reminded him of the Moogles. Sometimes those faeries really had some power packed in those tiny pompoms. Mogrid was a pretty good example of that! MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS
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Blaise’s proverbial insertion of boots into mouth paused at Garnet’s graceful but clear dismissal, which received another deep bow in return. Up rising the mage round his shoulder clasped by the royal (King…Courtesan…Bodyguard…Entourage…Concubine?…heraldry was so much easier when one merely had to memorize one world’s genealogies.) and was then given some rather jocular advice regarding decorum. Zidane received an open mouthed blink, as Blaise seemed to have swallowed some chili peppers from nowhere with how his boyish semblance became awash with a deep sunburnt crimson. Azure dinner-plate wide eyes darted like ping-pong balls between monkey and monarch, but there came no immediate threats of execution at being referred to like a particularly comely maid at an arcane sorority ball. “Oh um…” Mercifully Sir Tribal offered a plausible way out of the burning of conversation meteor impact Blaise was walking into. “Yes you’re right-er-quite-right-of course Sir Knight,” Garnet received another backing away bow, “Your Majesty.”
“I’ve been wondering what carat and luster of Magicite comprises the automaton’s focusing iris,” Blaise wondered aloud as they made their way over to where the google mechanic had industriously continued the dismantling. “The amount of Mist needed to erect a Paling barrier like that,” brown bangs tossed as the scholar shook his head in wonderment. “To think of it Sir Knight, a portable Paling! Just imagine how such a thing would change the nature of….” Thus did their walk back to Morgrid proceed. Zidane was regaled with ecstatic theories of mana per facets ratios and suspiciously specific market price estimates, as if he doubtless was also captivated by the ins and outs of magic rocks. During their mercifully short journey, Blaise absently flicked his hands in purposeful gestures amid wild gesticulations at the prospect of how much Skystone the goblin device would’ve needed to achieve sustained stratospheric flight in proportion to its mass. At the command of Blaise's off-hand Quake spell, more practical geology ensued. Cobblestones shuddered and swiveled back into place. Caved in house walls righted themselves as if someone had hid a rewind button. Holes and debris were set to rights even as it seemed the sheer thrill of arcane crystallography might cause the mage to suffer a premature aneurism.
Luckily, they reached Morgrid before the exciting topic of Auracite vs Materia could pop one of the Blaise’s blood vessels.
“So what do you need us to do Sir Morbid?”
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Post by Mogrid on Oct 22, 2018 10:10:59 GMT -5
Mogrid was scratching his head and surveying the damage. He'd been watching Zidane's...wife? Paramour? The thief had mentioned her back on Ivalice, but he used phrases so glowing that he'd half expected that the woman was a fiction until others spoke of her as well. Now she was examining the mechanical rod as if she'd never seen its like before, which lit his suspicions again.
He barely heard the others approaching until Blaise hailed him. He looked up, and for the first time since leaving Ivalice he saw a pair of eyes that didn't seem puzzled by his appearance. Th moogle half-quirked an eyebrow and shot Zidane a questioning look. The moogles in Disney Town had been QUITE explicit about the rules regarding letting others know when you weren't from the world you visited, so he wasn't sure how much this new hume knew or could be told.
He answered regardless. "You seem to have a handle on a few things already, kupo. I'm gonna help dismantle those generators to make sure they don't...er...you know." he made a gesture that looked suspiciously like an explosion. "I don't think they run on mist, exactly, but if their source is anything like mist we don't want it getting out. And the name's Mogrid, kupo. I'm no knight either, just a mechanic."
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