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Post by Garnet Alexandros on Oct 21, 2018 4:50:52 GMT -5
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MELODIES OF LIFE
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OUR PATHS, THEY DID CROSS, THOUGH I CANNOT SAY JUST WHY
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LAYERS OF HARMONY
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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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In the wake of Gerald Kaitman’s release from his eternal duties and suffrage, Garnet had immediately busied herself with tending to the injuries sustained by her fellow hunter and huntresses. Frankly, it came as surprise that Zidane, despite his headstrong approach and blatantly disregard for his own safety, and subsequently her mental well-being, he had been the least injured of them all. Before she’d set to work, she’d shared one final chaste kiss with her beloved, unperturbed by his temporarily scaly visage, she regrettably informed him that she’d be a bit preoccupied for the time. However, she didn’t wish to teether him down and tried suggesting that he explore their surroundings, perhaps locating some points of interest for their moonlit date later that evening? [break][break]
She’d blessed each person with the minimum of one curative spell, its’ caliber varying dependent on the severity of their wounds, if they’d already treated themselves, or had been treated by another, and most importantly her dwindling reservoirs of magic. A few times, Garnet had to pause in her clerical ministrations, taking a couple moments to gather her breathe, wipe the sweat from her brow and the fatigue from her eyes. After the worst had been tended to, Garnet turned her attention toward Gyun and Astrisia, both whom had surprised her more than a handful of times – each touching a certain soft spot in her heart. Gyun, his eccentric nature reminded her a bit of Quina, perhaps, mixed with a bit of Zidane’s recklessness. [break][break]
Astrisia on the other hand, she reminded her of Eiko and Vivi, both in stature and the devotion of magick – albeit Astrisia’ seemed to lean more heavily towards the offensive-side of the spectrum. While a part of her was still miffed with the former, albeit, it was by no fault of his own. Gyun had no way of knowing that his particular brand of magic, its’ probing and invasive nature, despite livened with good intents had served as an inadvertent reminder of some of her darkest hours. Once she’d finished the bunt of her duties, she’d risen from her knelt position and brushed the dirt from her tattered bridal dress. At some point, her veil had gotten tossed aside, she’d taken off the dreaded heels – if only because they’d partially broken during her Olympic-sprint towards the downed Genome. [break][break]
With that said and done, Garnet went about the task of hunting down one or both of the previously mentioned duo, only to pause as she’d walked among the tombstones, certain she’d heard some distant footsteps. "Yes" Garnet said, positive it must have been one of her comrades, not remembering that this entire world was teeming with life it’s own – kind of easy to forget when the only parts you’d seen were graves.
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Post by Astrisia on Oct 21, 2018 9:28:59 GMT -5
Astrisia didn't stay among the others for long. Their was reason for that, beyond her usual dislike of bonding with others. Part of it was due to the prize one got when searching their foe. Truthfully it didn't seem like much, a simple blade attachment covered in toxins, such that she knew better than to mess around with touching the blade. The curiosity came in what she would use it for. A simple back up weapon didn't seem like a proper use of the item, however she found it difficult to imagine a use for it in staff construction to. She had gone off on her own with the hope of examining It more closely in quite. So far she had not had the results she hoped for. The poison capability itself would be useful she knew, it would be putting it to use with her combat style that would take some thinking-as well as a smiths hand.
The other reason was the girl from before, who summoned monsters revived the one she cared for. The mage assumed a boyfriend or loved one because if the close contact, but she couldn't say for sure. Ether way Garnet had gone around healing everyone after the battle's conclusion. Astrisia saw no issue with this by itself, if anything it was defently something to admit that even after combat she set herself to healing others, seemingly before taking care of herself. However she was doing so in a way that was resulting in her clear exausition. Summoning those creatures... The magic she already displayed in the battle and now on to healing everyone's wounds. It would wear on everyone. She had already seen it doing so. The young mage refused to add to that exausition. Instead leaving the area to observe her prize. Admittedly she hadn't received damage to the extent the others had. She had been knocked out once, but because of what she had come to know was Zidane's doing she hadn't suffered much in that area. She couldn't deny being grateful for that ether. Though actually expressing that was.... A scary thought for her. In any case she hadn't suffered to the extent the others did, but while she did use her own curatice spell on her as she left it wasn't nearly as potent as those more dedicated to the craft. Because of that not all her wounds had healed up so recently after combat, something clear to a discerning eye. It was enough for her to move though. That alone was reason enough for Astrisia not to burden Garnet any more than was already being done.
Of course she planned to do that by simply leaving. If she wasn't there Garnet wouldn't think to heal her right? To that end she ended up among thr group of tomestones, sitting down not to again observe the blade. That didn't really last long though. It didn't seem her plan had much success, as she heard the familiar voice she last heard humming on the battlefield. On one hand it occurred to her She could simply stay behind this tomestone and keep her presence hidden. On the other hand Garnet had already heard her footsteps getting here, so chances were she would end up finding her anyway. On top of that hiding so close to a tomestone was entirely disrespectful to whoever was buried there. So instead she gave a sigh and stepped out approached her instead. Her staff was tied to her back and the blade still sat in her hand, though nether was held in a combative way. She wasn't entirely sure how to address Garnet however, because of that their was a gap where she simply stayed silent and looked around her. After a good minute of this she focused fully on Garnet, only one subject able to come to her mind.
"Errr... You don't have to worry about healing me mam. I can move around just fine. besides... you must be reaching your limit"
Astrisia couldn't hold spite for someone who showed such selfless actions as Garnet did. It reminded her of her parents. This was also the reason she showed a more hightned sense of respect and concern towards her.
It just wasn't often she saw someone like her these days.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2018 18:43:10 GMT -5
Jack had just gotten back from a little trip to Sandy-Claws' Christmas town, all dressed up in his Sandy outfit! It wasn't as if he was going to take over Christmas or anything again... That ship was sunk a LONG time ago.... Nah, he just wanted to have some tea with the old-man, talk about things deity to deity! Sometimes, there were things that needed organizing between the holidays... Ideas that needed sharing!
...This was not one of those times.
Jack had ran into a rut recently with his plans... For some reason, he just COULDN'T get his arch to work! Magic didn't work cut it, there wasn't enough electricity in town to fuel it... He was running out of ideas and he was so CLOSE! He could practically TASTE how close he was to the solution! He just... needed... one more ingredient... If only he knew what it was! Santa had offered to stop by sometime later and take a look at it... to see if he could use is jolly-charms upon it and make it work! ...Of course, Ol' Jack kept the nature of the Arch obscure from his old friend, only assuring him that it would be of great help to him this Halloween! After all.... Sandy did owe him a little favor for saving him from Oogie!
SO! When Jack came back, he was in high spirits! His plan had life again! As he walked through the forest within which the door to Christmas-town rested, shadows fell over the Pumpkin king... And with each passing shadow, more and more of Jack's old attire replaced his Sandy outfit! He decided to take a walk through the graveyard this afternoon, pay his respects to the restless dead that were helping him this Halloween! He could never quite express just how much help the ghosts and ghouls had been in helping him this year... What better way than to leave a few flowers on their graves?
However... as Jack walked through the Cemetery gates, he noticed something was wrong... Sure some of the stones were old and worn, but not broken and scattered like this! Granite chunks scattered the graveyard where full headstones once stood, the ground up-heaved and torn Jack's sockets widened and his jaw dropped with shock and he surveyed the damage, a couple boney fingers touching his lips.
"Oh dear... What happened here?" It wasn't a moment after he whispered this did he notice a pair girls standing upon the hill... He couldn't quite make them out from here but if Garnet's sprint was Olympic, Jack's sprint towards them was near super-skeleton!
"Hey! You two!" He called, stopping suddenly a few feet from them, his head still swiveling back and forth on his neck in search of who might've damaged these graves so! "Are you okay?? Who... what did this??" In his hurry... he didn't even bother to notice these two... they weren't from here either.
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Nov 2, 2018 13:06:45 GMT -5
Zidane had gone off to the side after recovering from his ordeal. Not only did he need to cool down after facing Dagger's resurrecting touch he had to rest as Sacrifice took a lot out of him. He could only use it once and needed a long rest afterwards. He was never sure how he was able to do it, but he was sure the ability came about after that day in Bran Bal. His soul wasn't like Gaians and he somehow had the ability to disperse and control it. Kuja had done something similar once to effectively empower himself, but Zidane, being the selfless hero he was, did to impart the strength from his soul to others. It was exhausting. He was a little embarrassed to have worried Dagger so badly, his stunt putting her in a tizzy and the kiss, ugh. His face reddened at the thought as his gloved hand came to his face.
Sure he did naught but want of her affection, but it was hard allowing himself to accept it in public situations. He wasn't sure if he could stop sometimes. The gloomy rogue sat perched on one of the crooked fences that traced along the world. The soles of his boots did to grip the railing as his knees were tucked against his chest, left arm hanging over a knee and right cheek rest in his right palm. The lazy rogue's serpentine tail was curled up, its 'head' peering in Dagger's direction as she moved about. With the bandages having falling from his form the Terran Runes were visible across his arms, shoulders and chest. His vest was a ruddy violet as well as his jodhpurs.
He was changing and he knew it. he didn't need this world to tell him, but it did anyway. The last he came his form hadn't been so drastically altered. He wasn't sure if it was the world itself that did this or his own, foreign soul. He knew some people didn't change. Maybe it had something to do with magic? He couldn't understand it but for his shape to have changed in this world so did what he fundamentally was had...
"....damn." It had been bothering Zidane since the battle ended. "Why a heartless...?"
The old man -- whatever he was up to was really starting to piss Zidane off. What's more was he didn't have the power to stop him. They were too far to return to Gaia and tell the Regent. Were they to not keep up with the fiends it was like they would do more damage and possibly get someone killed that wasn't participating or didn't know about the Festival's dangerous parameters. Zidane drifted off in his thoughts and, for a moment, had lost sight of Dagger. The eyeless tail 'looked' to Zidane, its jaws parting before it sighed in unison with the rogue.
"Hey! You two!" Zidane heard a shout, his head lifting from its rest. Kicking off the fence he made his way over the fence back into Deserter's Hill where Dagger had been checking the injuries of any who remained behind. The rogue was quick and bounded over the graveyard's obstacles with little effort. His fleetfootedness carried him back to his beloved, a skeleton in his sights. He was still feeling the draining results of his Sacrifice ability, but wouldn't let anyone overcome Dagger who was only trying to help. Sliding to a stop in front of the Queen he turned his back to the Skeleton King, blades in hand.
The thief seemed particularly annoyed, maybe a bit on edge, but with everything considered who knew if this creature was a Heartless too or some spooky, dangerous denizen of this world. His heart was racing and his grip was tight, but Zidane was on his last legs of energy reserves. "Who the heck are you?" It wasn't wholly aggressive, his question. But Zidane wasn't known to be the most polite of people, especially when he felt threatened. Sure he has gotten better and grown over the years, but if pushed he could snark like the best of them! It didn't help that there also seemed to be a little girl around so it put the protective rogue doubly on guard. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by Gyun on Nov 13, 2018 19:22:15 GMT -5
Gyun is a little bit grumpy himself because it took him like two minutes to realize that the big angry lasers had gone away, and no-one saw fit to tell him that he could stop cowering. He feels a little embarrassed about that. Moomba should never cower, but it's a behavior that was trained into him a long time ago. The fuzz perks a bit at how Garnet seems to be exhausting herself, which is not something he's familiar with. On his world, almost all magic comes from reserved stocks and isn't tiring at all. His better nature takes over and his concern requires him to chase after her. He keeps pace easily and is in the process of brushing against her legs like a house cat which surprisingly seems to ease that burden to a remarkable degree, when they're called out.
Gyun tilts his head and wahhhhs! skeleton man! He bristles quite a bit, having never seen a creature like that before... but upon being appropriately addressed he thinks for a moment, and scurries around from behind Garnet and props up on two legs, pantomiming. He grabs his chest, pulls out what's probably supposed to be his heart, then throws it away, and then hefts his arms up and looms with the scariest face he can, rawrrrring! ... It is not frightening at all. The moomba is quite short and his body has a goofily disproportionate shape.
The moomba then flops back onto his rear and yawns a little bit, dropping his paws down with him. All this excitement and near death is really wearing him out and he'd like to stop but he made a commitment to apparently risk dying horribly every few days and he's going to learn to read the fine print in the future, as soon as he learns how to read the writing in Gaia, anyway.
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