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After the tournament Vivi was honestly just relieved that Zidane knew how to get back to Gaia. Actually, he was mostly just glad to see someone familiar again…well someone who wouldn’t have rather seen him dead. Now because he’d run into Zidane…and though he had to put in a lot more work for it than he thought he would, he was home in Alexandria. Though Treno was technically his original home, being close to Zidane and Dagger and the others at the castle felt the most familiar and comfortable to him…plus he loved to visit shops and every once in a while if he had enough munny he would hitch a ride on an airship to Lindblum for the festivities there.
Vivi had made himself a satisfying purchase of some shiny rock in the accessory shop. It wasn’t set into anything but he sure liked it. It was a reddish and it reminded him of the princess for some reason. If it did anything, Vivi really didn’t know or care, he just liked the occasional trinket. He held it in a small leather pouch tied with a pretty silver cord and he waddled his way happily off to the castle hoping maybe Zidane and Dagger might invite him to have dinner. While he’d had a lot of fun exploring the worlds, Vivi had a hard time out there when it came to getting his hands on a meal.
On his way to the castle, the small mage spotted another face he recognized…well more like a big bunch of red hair really. Amarant’s face was under there but you had to look really close and most people were really careful about how close they got to the very tall muscular man. He was against the stone frame of the castle walls and Vivi waddled right on up blinking at him with a little leather pouch flopping around in his hand. The boy stopped a few feet away having to crane his head back pretty far to look up at the older man. ”Hullo.” Vivi greeted the man carefully. ”Are you here to see the princess too?”
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Amarant was the kind of guy that stood out no matter where he went. With his long flaming dreads and his large stature, the former bandit was an easy man to spot among a crowd of nobodies. Specifically, he leaned against the castle walls a respectable distance away from the Alexandrian knights that stood guard. Hmph... he respected them. Cold, professional, almost eager to jump on low-lives at a moment's notice. He could tell by their eyes... beneath those helmets held the cold, sharp gaze of strong women. The way they stood was strong as well... If it weren't for the male Pluto Knights that tainted the corp with their incompetence, he might've just submitted an application. One of the guards-woman glanced his way, her cold blue eyes meeting Amarant's cutting emeralds. It was easy to tell their intentions, the pressure between them building up. The girl's hand shifted towards her blade, Amarant's toward his belt where his claws hung... Until they both backed down, their hands returning to their original positions.
No... He thought to himself, his gaze eventually shifting back ahead, as did the knight's. Not here. I'll find her later. Indeed, she looked to be a hardened and strong woman worthy of the armor she wore. Truly, a perfect person to "sharpen his claws on" so to speak.
It was then that he spotted a familiar large-hatted figure waddle his way, one wrapped up tightly in a blue jacket, loose striped pants and his face obscured by the shade generated by the wide-rim of his hat. Only his wide, curious yellow eyes being the only identifiable feature of his face.
Ah... It was the kid.
"Vivi." He greeted curtly with a nod. His question received another nod, the mercenary scanning the area behind him once again as if looking for someone before returning his gaze back to the child. "Word is the queen has extended an invitation to our former group. I don't know why." Indeed, it was strange that Garnet would call for them all now after so much time had passed. What, did she have another job waiting for them? Perhaps another threat to face? That would've been all too good for the red-headed man. He was never one for official functions like what this was likely to be. He preferred his own rules to follow... but he wasn't someone to turn down the call of an ally... perhaps friend... perhaps.
"Is anyone else with you?"
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Post by Freya on Sept 12, 2018 12:15:42 GMT -5
Over the rooftops of Alexandria, a pair of clawed feet hopped, leapt, and sprung deftly from one vantage point to another in a deadly aerial ballet that only the roof-dwellers and sharp-eyed would ever see. The invitation nearly hadn't reached them in time. If not for the delivery-moogle having been sidetracked by North Gate station serving a new Kupo-nut coffee, the pair would have arrived there hours after he'd left and been on their way to Lindblum by now, but fate, destiny, and the laziness of moogles conspired to see Sir Fratley and the Lady Freya dropping in on a pair of familiar faces just outside the castle gates. Literally and figuratively, as they'd taken a running leap from a schoolhouse built a bit too close to the canal. Freya landed in a neat roll that carried her into a kneeling crouch mere inches from the pointy-hatted progeny of their former companion, while the other Burmecian managed to land on one of the posts the gondolas would be hitched to, content to watch the proceedings. The scarlet-clad knight stood and smirked at the two companions. "Ah, it would seem we were not late. Good, I was worried I might have to abandon my name as a reliable ally, but if I've arrived before the esteemed Master Vivi made his triumphant return, I doubt my reputation will suffer. It is good to see the both of you, though I trust that your presence means the queen's pet rapscallion has returned as well?" she asked, turning to face the little mage. It had been quite some time since she'd seen him, or even Amarant from less than a few stories' distance lately. Indeed, aside from occasional forays into the castle to visit with Captains Steiner and Beatrix, she had lost touch with most of the old crew.
She shook her head and chuckled a little, turning one eye and a cheeky grin to Amarant. "Though if rumors, or Steiner's rants, are to be believed she may have also tamed herself a former mercenary to serving guard duty. A step or two up from living from bounty to bounty, I'd imagine."
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Post by Garnet Alexandros on Sept 13, 2018 3:40:36 GMT -5
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[attr="class","kiminoright"] The Alexandrian Queen’s chest heaved as an exacerbated sigh slipped from between her lips, her right-hand drifting away from the innumerable documents that littered the desk in her private office. Aforementioned extremity drifted upwards to the bridge of her nose, her fingers deliberately massaging that area in an effort to abate the impending headache that inevitably loomed on the not so distant horizon. Garnet’s gaze reluctantly shifted downwards, her attention once more dedicated solely to the miniature mountain of her own meticulously maintained notes. What did they contain? It was a mixture of guidelines for her personal cabinet to enact and enforce in her absence, schematics for the Black Waltz’, cryptic writings she’d obtained from Kuja, Zorn and Thorns’ private quarters, and last but not least, a few rough drafts of the letters she had delivered via the Mognet to her former companions. [break][break] What had been the letter’s content? It was scarcely more than a formal invitation, one that welcomed them with open arms into Alexandria Castle’ renovated walls for a grand feast. Garnet’s teeth nervously sunk into her plump lower lip, anxiety gnawing at her nerves as she’d pondered if it was cruel of her to invite them under such false pretenses – not to mention she’d purposely neglected to the return of a certain Genome. She felt the corner of her lips tug upwards involuntary, her lips spreading in a mirthful grin as she’d recalled how innocent Zidane had looked as she’d worked herself free of his embrace earlier that morning. No doubt, her beloved husband had awoken disheartened, surprised by the absence of her presence. Albeit, Garnet had left a hastily scrawled note on the vanity, one that informed him of their plans for their evening. [break][break] However, its’ contents also contained a thinly-veiled threat, Garnet was holding her precious kisses hostage if the monkey-tailed rogue elected to not attend. To add insult to injury, Garnet had deliberately sealed the letter’s edges with a kiss and a spritz of her favorite perfume. Garnet was snapped from her internally musings by the sound of a gauntlet-clad hand as it’d rapped heavily on the door to her personal domain. Instinctively, Garnet’s back stiffened as she’d corrected her sloppy posture, firmly seating herself against the back of the plush chair. She took a moment to reorganize the top of her desk, creating a serious of imposing stacks of documents. A few seconds lapsed by in uncomfortable silence before Garnet’s voice dispelled it, her tone soft, regal yet simultaneously commandeering.“You may enter.” [break][break] A lone solider entered her office, pausing just after she’d crossed the threshold to give a chest-level salute and a bow of her head. Garnet dismissively shook her hand, returning their fealty with a heartwarming grin as she’d beckoned them to approach. Garnet’s eyes homed in on the lone document clutched in their hand. “Your majesty, it is to be reported that Sir Amaranth, Lady Freya, and Sir Vivi are within Alexandria’s walls, I regret to repot, some have arrived a few days prior, the Guards at the Gate neglected to inform us per your wishes.” Garnet’s heartwarming grin only intensified, her hands darting from the armrests of her chair only to excitably slam upon her desk as she’d excitedly rose to her feet. Inwardly, Garnet chastised herself, regretting showing such an indignant display of emotions to one of her many vassals. “That is wonderful news, please carry about your duties, you are dismissed.” [break][break] Garnet didn’t bother to await their response as she’d made her way through the Castle’s extensive grounds, making a short stop at her personal chambers. To her surprise, her bed was empty, devoid of her beloved husband, not to mention the letter she’d left at bedside. A disheartened sigh slipped from between her lips as she’d disrobed herself of the restrictive formal garments, electing to a knee-length evening dress – if she recalled Ruby had gifted it to her the year prior for her 17th birthday. Ruby had also been so thoughtful as to include a pair of matching lace gloves and wedged-ankle boots – a reminder of Garnet’s days as an adventurer. Garnet sat at her vanity, hastily braiding her hair into a simple pleat and tying it off with a small length of pink ribbon. [break][break] The moment that the Queen had finished putting herself together, she didn’t hesitate to bolt from her personal chambers, storming through the Castle’s pristine halls as she’d made towards the Castles’ gates. Even from a distance, Garnet could make out the silhouette of Sir Amaranth, Lady Freya, and most shockingly Sir Vivi. She felt her heart ache abruptly, tears threatening to build in the corner of her eyes as she’d recall the feeling of loss she’d felt with Vivi’s passing. Certainly, his spawn had abated the pain slightly, although, admittingly they were an improper replacement for the real deal. Garnet set aside her pride and dignity as the Queen as she’d broke into a full-blown sprint. “Vivi… is it really you?” She managed to stammer, her voice cracking momentarily as her emotions threatened to overwhelm her. Before he could reply, Garnet had knelt down and wrapped her arms around the small mage, not hesitating to pull him close, almost afraid to let go. [break][break] All the meanwhile, her head craned backwards so her gaze settled upon Sir Amaranth, whom she regarded with due respect despite his less-than reputable standing within Treno. “Sir Amaranth, I pray that my guards didn’t cause you any trouble? How have the past two years treated you? Garnet pressed, her royal demeanor crumbling beneath her innate curiosity. It was at this time, her head tilted in Lady Freya and Sir Fratley’s direction, “ Lady Freya, you look well, how fairs Burmecia and Cleyra’s repairs?” Garnet inquired, sadly in the dark on those matters due to the fact she was seldom permitted to leave the Kingdoms’ walls, unless it was to travel to see Reagent Cid. [break][break]
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Amarant did greet him in return but it was with his usual intimidating curtness. To his credit, Vivi's gaze didn't immediately find his shoes and his fingers didn't start fiddling with the wrinkles in his robes either. He answered Amarant's question as directly and responsibly as he could. "I came back to Alexandria with Zidane and General Beatrix...but I don't know where either of them went." He couldn't exactly blame that on them though. The entire group knew Vivi had an insatiable taste for window shopping. The shinier and and more exotic the items to look at the better! Then there was the card game. He was actually pretty good at it and he still had some of his favorite cards from the tournament in Treno. Though what came out of Vivi's mouth at times was surprisingly wise for such a small young being, there were occasional reactions and habits that most definitely made it clear that the mage was indeed a child.
Thankfully, Vivi didn't have a lot of time to contemplate too much on how to carry on a conversation with the reserved older man because another familiar voice announced the arrival of one of Vivi's most favorite people in this world. In all the worlds really. His admiration for Freya was in her dedication. When he met her, she'd been searching for the man she loved more than anything in this world. That concept on it's own was fascinating. It gave Vivi a warm feeling in his stomach that he just couldn't begin to explain. Then he saw her stand and fight for the Burmecian citizens. Vivi helped as fearlessly as he could. Zidane wasn't the only one that kept Vivi fighting.
"Freya!" he greeted her happily turning to face her. She wasn't the sort of Lady you just ran toward. He stood his ground and respectfully waited for her. He'd learned a lot about how to address royalty and knights. She made the verbal assumption that Zidane was probably nearby as well. Vivi gave her a wide nod that slumped his hat. "Zidane is here, but I already lost track of him."
The castle doors pulled open and Vivi turned to face them his eyes settling on the princess. She always looked so breathtaking, but Vivi personally thought she looked the most beautiful in her royal dresses and jewelry. He never would say so of course. She ran right toward him a moment of Dagger showing right through the royal expectation of her, and she threw her arms around him asking if it was really him. Blinking in bewilderment he brought his arms up to give her an awkwardly placed hug around her middle. Affection was something that he didn't necessarily dislike but he was fairly unfamiliar with. Zidane always elbowed and prodded him trying to cheer him up. Freya and Steiner being so formal would sometimes place a hand upon his shoulder in either approval or sympathy. He couldn't put it past Amarant to pick him up and sling him over his shoulder if he wasn't moving fast enough to suit the man. Vivi could be kinda stumbly sometimes afterall. Eiko could sometimes get impatient and start shoving. Quina didn't understand personal space at all but didn't really mean anything by it. Only Princess Garnet had ever introduced Vivi to anything that could be considered warm affection in the form of a hug, something Vivi often saw mothers give their children when the group passed through the big cities. That sight and this embrace made Vivi feel happy like...like he was home. "Yes I think so." he told her with uncertainty. "I think I've changed somehow...but I remember everything."
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Amarant raised an eyebrow at the mage's response, confused as to why the head soldier of the Alexandrian guard would leave her place to venture with Zidane. Of course, that was probably why he was here, working as a guard but nonetheless... He couldn't help but judge the lack of apparent responsibility. What's more, the party seemed to have gotten separated between... wherever they went and here, leaving the readheaded man with more judgement directed at the entire party this time. Bah. What did he even care? That had nothing to do with him. Before either of them could continue such a... direct conversation, a familiar rat-person landed with impressive grace before the mage and the bandit, the Redheaded man turning his gaze upon her.
"Freya." He greeted with the same curt nod, pushing himself off the wall he leaned against as a small sign of respect. Didn't she seem rather... energetic today? He quietly observed the dragon-knight's behavior as she interacted with the small mage, cracking jokes and throwing out nick-names. It was almost embarrassing how much the rest of them coddled this kid, treating him like some sort of helpless, utterly innocent baby. If he had his way, Vivi would've been a much stronger figure by now, something to be respected... instead of handled with kitten-gloves.
And then there was this new-comer... Amarant turned his head to face him, another apparent knight standing as casually as he pleased atop one of the gondola posts. Who could this be? Traveling companion? Friend? Something else? Whatever it was, his significance to Freya wasn't easily displayed by his body-language. Merely a watcher observing as his acquaintance reconnected with her old allies.
He could respect that.
His attention was pulled back to Freya as she inquired about the state of his new job as a guard! Great... Just the question he was looking to answer. Much like in Treno, this place was dull... Dull but for a very different reason: In Alexandria, order was strictly enforced. Criminal activity was few and far between and it was never blatant and obvious. As the man who guarded the castle gates (and very occasionally the princess herself personally), he never saw any fighting. He never got to engage anything on duty and in his off time, he spent it training for a fight that might never actually come. He could be honest and say all that... But nobody should ever badmouth someone doing you a favor... even if it didn't turn out quite as you hoped.
"Hmph. That's none of your business." Amarant grunted in a familiar reserved fashion, a touch of annoyance on his tongue. He would not simply "open up" just because they hadn't seen one another in years. That wasn't his way and if they were off-put by it, tough. Perhaps... perhaps there was a small grin upon his lips.
It was then, almost like clock-work, the princess would reveal herself to the companions she had gathered, sporting quite an elegant dress that even forced Amarant to do a double-take! She was... quite befitting of her roll as queen if one went just by appearances. Elegant and sure of herself, Garnet enveloped the tiny mage in a hug, exchanging words with the little one before turning to her newest competent male guard.
"Your Majesty." He greeted with a nod to her as well, the smile he offered Freya now being offered to her as well. "They are well trained. I'm fine." No detail... no allusions to his adventures... nothing. He answered her question flat. In truth, he had very little to talk about and not just what he was willing to share. The few bounties he's hunted have done little for him in the ways of interest and this job... well... his feelings for it were clear enough. All that was of interest to him now was the man in black he was hunting... and there was nothing to say about it until he had some solid leads.
Amarant's interest turned towards Freya once more when Queen Garnet inquired as to the rebuilding of Burmecia and Cleyra's repairs. Ah, yes... He had heard rumors... The place was utterly devastated by the Alexandrian Black Mage army lead by the late queen. It's people devastated, it's foundations torn down and their fall-back position was left in a similar state. He had to admit... Amarant had respect for a people that can remain strong even against such overwhelming losses. Perhaps he would venture there when the repairs were complete. A plan for the future.
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Post by Freya on Oct 1, 2018 13:29:35 GMT -5
A curt response from Amarant was Freya's answer, though she nodded to him in acknowledgement of a fair point. His life was a mystery, though she'd gathered from rumors around Treno that he was not so much projecting mystique as a simple want for privacy. She had not checked on him specifically in the two years since their grand adventure came to a close, so distance was to be expected, and she could respect that. She turned back to Vivi just as the doors opened.
Ah, the illustrious hostess Queen Garnet til Alexandros XVII. Freya took a step back from the young black mage and offered a bow to her former comrade-in-arms as she attempted to squeeze the life out of Vivi like he was a child's doll. Which was an apt analogy, come to that. She returned the queen's greeting with a formal nod and friendly smile as she straightened, but Garnet's question soured that expression.
The dragon knights shared a quick look before Sir Fratley took his leave by stepping onto the dock and using the space to get a running leap that took him back over the wall opposite. Freya collected her thoughts and carefully chose her words when she spoke in answer. "Burmecia's repairs proceed. Much of the city is uninhabitable still, except by brigands and beasts who've proven more wily than one would assume. Indeed, Sir Fratley and I were dispatched to locate additional supplies and weapons from Treno and Lindblum. We two are a force to be reckoned with, but our spears cannot be everywhere at once, and even we must rest. Your messenger caught us up at the North Gate, in fact, though only due to her fortunate laziness."
The Burmecian's tail had by now looped itself around one of her legs as she changed her mind and decided on a new way to say what she was going to say next. "The priests expect that in time Cleyra could be regrown. Some life remained in the roots, enough that there is hope. It will not be within our lifetimes, barring some unknown aberrance in your paramour's makeup giving him an unusually long one, but perhaps a grandchild of mine will see its refounding."
She left unspoken that Brahne's assault and the summoning of Odin had completely obliterated the ancient tree. Garnet didn't need that kind of guilt over something she'd had no control over to begin with, and would likely find out in due time anyway, if any of her envoys were ever actually allowed in Burmecia again. Her people's mistrust of Alexandria was unneeded, but not unfounded or unwarranted. She hook her head and rested against the haft of her spear as she turned her attention toward Vivi again.
The dragon knight folded her arms and watched him with the same appraising eye she threw at recruits showing their skill, or prince Puck in the rare moments he wasn't annoying her. Assessing, interested, but not threatened or threatening. The young mage had easily been the most dangerous of the original crew unless the queen had been riled up. But no matter how many smoking craters or piles of ash he left in his wake he always seemed unsure of his own strength. This iteration...he hadn't flinched or fidgeted with his hat when he addressed her. He'd talked to her directly, and respectfully, almost the way Burmecians tended to, though with much less of the tedious reverence her countrymen used lately. Honestly, you save the world once and half the meager population thinks you're some kind of hero.
Freya decided she was going to keep an eye on Vivi, when she could. He had potential, and if he was still afraid, it was no longer that he would not measure up.
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Post by Garnet Alexandros on Oct 7, 2018 7:08:24 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
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[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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Before Garnet had assumed Alexandria’s throne and become its’ Queen, she’d bore the hefty title of her apparent – one that didn’t rightfully belong to her. No, Garnet in truth held no legitimate claim to the throne, the elaborate lies wrought by her deceased mother and father in an effort to ease their pains and disguise the passing of their own child. So, easy it was to forget that beneath the presumptuous titles of nobility, there was yet another detailed facet to her personality. What prey tell lurked beneath the apparent surface? In truth, it was the person that Garnet clandestinely longed to be, the woman whom had fled from the life she’d known in a simultaneous quest for freedom and to abate the looming tragedy – a gruesome war between nations. [break][break] How many arduous hardships had that part of her endured? How many invisible scars decorated her heart, mind and soul? Garnet had truthfully lost count as she’d diligently buried it deeper, beneath the façade of a content ruler. In her efforts, Garnet had painstakingly ensured that her subjects remained oblivious to suffrage, electing to bear the burden in stoic silence. A feigned polite smile, one that never quite reached her eyes, that was all it had taken to mute the swirling maelstrom inside. Alas, accomplishments had been rendered moot after the string of recent events that had transpired on the Castle’s grounds. Even now, the slightest reminiscent of what had transpired between Zidane, Ramuh and herself, it brought forth a fresh wave of unvoiced guilt. [break][break] As it stood, only her roguish husband, Zidane, knew the entirety of her plight. More specifically, how she’d denied herself for so long that it’d temporarily sealed off her ability to commune with her summons because she’d forgotten the key lessons that they’d imparted her with. However, that was hardly their biggest concern, no, the more pressing issue was how with each day that passed, her connection to them weakened and further threatened to crumble into nothingness. What would happen then? The answer was horrifying, if her bond to them was severed entirely, they’d no longer be bound to her whim or their corresponding crystals. No, the god of Old would once more roam free. If that came to transpire, Garnet knew it would viewed as an act of war by the other nations – no one else minus Eiko was capable of harnessing the Eilodin’s might.[break][break] Oh the irony , Garnet internalized, fully cognizant of the fact her neglect could have undone everything she’d worked and strived for the past two years. Even more so, she’d almost unknowingly completed Kuja and Brahme’s grand scheme – a both humbling and terrifying afterthought. Garnet’s train of morbid thought was derailed abruptly when she felt Vivi’s arms encircling her midsection. In response to the act of endearment, Garnet’s grip around the mage tightened just a smidge. Her head further buried into the Vivi’s overcoat. This moment, it’d validated the countless hours that she’d spent tolling over the schematics for Black Waltz, Alexandria’s few remaining Black Mage prototypes, and hell, she’d even scoured the obscure notes of Zorn, Thorn and Kuja. Why? In the wake of Vivi’s departure, Garnet had begun desperately searching for a way to extend the longevity of his kind, or perhaps discover a way to reawaken Vivi. [break][break] If nothing else, Garnet had harbored hopes that she could preserve Vivi’s living legacies – his many children. Vivi… we… I missed you.” Garnet forced herself to speak, her tone a hushed whisper saturated with a mixture of elation and sorrow – the memory of his passing still left a bitter taste in her mouth. Amarath’s deep resonating voice caused an unseen shiver to traverse the length of her spine. Yes, they are. General Beatrix’s training is truly a wonder to behold, Alexandria is fortunate to have someone as talented as her to guide and develop our soldiers.” Garnet replied, her words sincere and chosen with a certain degree of care, knowing that none of the party involved aside from herself didn’t harbor some semblance of negativity towards those whom bore her coat of arms. [break][break] Garnet’s embrace on Vivi slackened as she’d began to reluctantly rise to her feet, pausing half way up to reach down and tenderly right Vivi’s steeple hat. She still remembered how Vivi fussed with it incessantly, nervously adjusting it or fidgeting with his gloves. With that business out of the way, Garnet had turned to address Freya, mentally noting how her once jovial expression had visibly soured at the mere mention of her Kingdom. That single act confirmed her worst fears, the reports that she’d received weren’t inaccurate, Freya’s Kingdom was still on dire straits. Not to belittle the value of the numerous official correspondences, reports, and letters that she’d received from Cid, citing that they’d received an influx of refugee. Garnet wanted to mention that if need be, she could provide a detachment of her knights, however, Garnet knew that was neigh impossible. [break][break] Not because of resources, no, the reports had indicated that those whom harbored allegiance with her Kingdom were still barred from Burmercian terrorities. ”Should King Puck wish it, Alexandria would be honored to assist in any way that we can.” Garnet responded, her answer curt, polite and most importantly genuine. However, Garnet knew better than to press the issue, if the Burmercian King elected to ask for their aid, it would be on their terms, overextending the metaphorical olive branch would do far more damage than it’d mend. When Freya went onto to touch upon how the Cleyra had the potential to regrow. She nodded her head, uncertain of what could be said. ”Hope, it is a powerful banner for which people can unite under.. It is good to hear they it will recover.. [break][break] Garnet responded, taking a deep breathe after she’d spoken. ”It is wonderful to see you all again, its’ been far to long…” Garnet tacked on.
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Garnet seemed reluctant to let go of Vivi and he couldn't quite explain why, but it made him feel a little guilty. Had she worried over him? Vivi hoped that everyone continued on, not too sad over his...his...death. It was hard to even think it in that term but it was true. Vivi died. The other mages might have called it something else to make it easier, but in Vivi's case, he'd indeed passed. It was hard to know that he'd made people he cared very much for very sad. As Garnet stood back up, towering over his very small stature, she took a moment to put his hat back where she believed it ought to have been...but that didn't stop the boy from reaching up to fidget with it.
The adults, each of them so much taller than him had him craning his head back to blink and look at whomever was speaking. The exchange between Amarant and Garnet was brief and that was to be expected. If Vivi wasn't taking it upon himself to be as quiet as he could just so that he could listen, it was likely he'd have missed it...but it was what was taking place between Garnet and Freya that was bothering Vivi quite a lot. He'd been there in Burmecia with Freya right after Queen Brahne and Kuja attacked it. He'd stood against general Beatrix whom he now understood was acting on her orders. That day in the rain...its significance left a shattering hole in the pit of his stomach. It was so hard to put into words what he'd learned that day. Maybe that the world truly was so much bigger than a few people. That a kingdom was bigger than that and a continent bigger still. That someone evil could paint that picture and turn an entire continent against eachother. Vivi was in Cleyra when it was attacked as well...but he was also in Lindblum the day it was attacked. Vivi saw all of it...but never once did he think that 'Alexandria' was the one behind it...but this tightness in Freya's words, it seemed like something was missing...or entirely too full.
There was tension here, things being left unsaid. It made the small mage boy uncomfortable and he shifted his gaze to the ground at his feet, listening to Freya's very direct voice and admiring her for it. It gave him confidence in a similar but different way than how Zidane gave him confidence. Vivi was fidgeting with the hem of his robes as he worked through what was holding him back from speaking, but before he could sort that out, Garnet concluded the conversation with how happy she was to see them all and Vivi just felt kind of overwhelmed. If Lady Freya and Sir Fratley were sent to Lindblum and Treno for help...were they here for help too? Why did Garnet's offer seem so hollow?
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"Hmph." Was all Amarant had to say to the Queen's acknowledgement of Beatrix, a response neither here nor there, agreeing or disagreeing. Listening to the conversation between Freya and Garnet, Amarant only could smirk ruefully at their conversation of "aid". They both knew neither one of their countries wanted anything to do with one another. Burmecia had their fill of Alexandria after they were massacred, their people decimated and their land burned. Alexandria wanted nothing to do with Burmecia because of the tensions of war still clawing at their nerves... it was never easy convincing the people that a kingdom you once fought were now your allies but hey... such was the role of the governing body. The Queen might very well want to help... aid in repairing the devastation caused but her job would get a WHOLE lot harder if she actually wanted to try... Meetings, rallies, politics of various kinds... Amarant honestly doubted Garnet was UP to dealing with the Burmecian ruling party, those bureaucrats that had an axe to grind against Alexandria. Puck... a child now sat on the throne... If he was the one Garnet had to appeal too... she'd have to appeal to a King of dead men... and a kid. Good luck, your majesty.
So why did Garnet sound so Hollow? Perhaps because she didn't believe it herself... Perhaps it was the worry of the struggle ahead... Whatever the reason... It wouldn't be happy funtime land for her. The poor girl was going to have a true test of her diplomatic prowess on her hands... diplomatic prowess and mental fortitude.
"If you say so." Amarant responded, craning his neck as his gaze flicked between each of his former party members. He could've gone longer... Freya he probably would've tracked down sooner, seeing as they never had their fight but the others... he could've waited. Amarant needed time to himself after what happened all those years ago... He had things to think about, relationships to sort out... Were these truly his friends just because they fought together? Because he had trusted them to fight the bigger threat with him? He had spent a long while thinking and yet, he still had no answers... Amarant was never the kind of person to take that word lightly.... "friend"... They could smile at him, offer him gifts, treat him with respect and yet he'd still be hesitant to do the same. They'd offer him an olive branch and he'd sooner sever it than take it...
"Are we all here for just a get-together?" The Merc inquired, silently praying there was more to this.
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Oct 9, 2018 14:01:36 GMT -5
Home meant something different to a lot of people. It was difficult to put into words just how one came about determining what made a place, or person, feel like home. With so many uncertainties and uncontrollable circumstances it was difficult to believe that anyone could ever chance in finding that place where the hung their hat o'er the hearth. Zidane knew where his home was and it wasn't the place he had once felt it to be. Yes Tantalus would always be a home, but it was not the home where his heart was. Maybe he had simply changed his mind or had a change of … Zidane had made his way back home, plus two. While they had met many on their journeys it was an easy matter to determine: that staying beyond the stars, far from their own, was a lonely feeling. He parted ways with the pair he had arrived with and had been quick to return to his gang, see familiar faces and talk to Baku about what home meant. Sure they had their differences, but Zidane could always count on Baku for brutal honesty. He had a lot to think about and choices to make. While he would always be Zidane he needed to become something more if Dagger was to depend on him to remain home. Wanderlust and adventure always called to him and, in some ways, it had infected his beloved as well with his bite. After sorting his feelings his duties would return to usual. He took up his role with the theater troupe and the rogue would take his position as Marcus' understudy more seriously. He took up an instrument, something of which he has never shown interest in. He began to write letters to his beloved. Woo her from his distance as if they were only just meeting. While he would steal visits to Alexandria he had taken to going through the motions a young couple t'would normally come their growing affections. But this was far from a simple crush or longing desire. Of their travels together Zidane had learned much of the former Alexandrian princess, himself, and those he had traveled with. In turn he had hoped the Madain Sari native had come to learn his inner workings. There were nights he found himself drawn to her side, sitting upon the edge of her window to watch her sleep or whisk her away on some misadventure into the more questionable districts of her kingdom under her civilian guise. In her he had seen a significant change in his absences. First his time in the belly of the Iifa tree and the second his unexpected departure into the stars, across the heavens. He had been apart from her a considerable amount of time after their reunion and it had tore the thief apart. His time was left to distract him for his longing with a self proposed quest to help those who were unable to help themselves, such as the Black Mages and newly independent Genomes. Every path was met with disappointment and each time he felt himself closer to progress he was met with an unreachable challenge. He was left with little recourse than to head home, empty handed. Invincible had been a great help as it had located it's new owner and guided him on his way. He was able to find two familiar faces, close to his hearth, lost among the stars. He would never find the means to thank the ship, not had it sound sane when spoken aloud! Still there was maybe something he could do… The moment of his return Dagger had been his first target! He stole away into the Queen's Chambers, making use of his years of training, a lifetime of want and desire built up over the course of his time away. Words would hardly suffice for their meeting. Holding, kissing and inevitable exhaustion from both parties who were worn out under the circumstances of their responsibilities. Zidane had always wondered what it would be like to occupy the Queen's bed, though not in the droll lasciviousness expected of the boastful youth, assumptions of his popularity equating to those of physical conquests. No. Growing up Zidane had to share a bed, quarters with his brothers in a cramped airship full of teacher equipment and their treasures. Being the youngest the rogue always had the bottom barrel pick of space. Either on top of Cinna or crushed St the foot of one of the beds with the Nero siblings. It was hardly comfortable or spacious. So upon hitting the soft and spacious bedding belonging to the most prolific influence in Alexandria, her large soft bed... He hated it. The intimacy he had grown used to was gone. An anxiety of loneliness was quick to consume in a sea of silks and cottons. How did Dagger sleep here every night ? Had she grown used to the solitude? Is that why she had refused to sleep close during their adventures?! Though such would have been a jest he could not help but wonder if she disliked his always pulling close. Was she uncomfortable, ever, with his always invading her personal space? It was easy a query to answer as he moved to shuffle close to her form, be it a conscious maneuver or one wholly based around his insecurity of such a large and empty bed. He had began the night stop her cover. Ever the confessions of their love to the public eye, it was still quite a scandalous recourse for the yet introduced court of the queen to bed with her. Official ceremony always rubbed the rogue the wrong way. It was not to last for his form eventually found way beneath the expansive covers over the course of the night and limbs entangled around the queen. He had been restless, endless squirming that put into perspective their sleeping habits. It was not until he found her form had he found a dreamless sleep. Come the morning (a time of day that the thief insisted did not exist) he was remiss to set her free, opting to curl back up, taking hostage her duvet and pillows, nesting in their softness like a stubborn child unwilling to heed the day filled with endless chores! It was not until hours later the sleep occupied thief roused to the gentle scent of the missive left for him upon her vanity. Sleepy digits worked on opening the blackmailing herald from his beloved, one hand tucked up, beneath his white, sleeveless shirt raking at still sleeping flesh. His vest had been discarded somewhere. How crass! The mocking, threatening implications! His presence or his kisses! That dastardly queen! "A crook after my own heart…" the half sleep thief murmured before squirming out from beneath the quilts. "Now where was that rucksack…?" Zidane hadn't failed to bring a few things over if he was needed to stay overnight. In fact there seemed no other recourse as he had snuck in, unbidden by usual custom and ceremony to be held as a guest to the queen in her castle! Now awake Zidane would mind the most threatening invitation. He departed to find a the help that most like scoured the castle, working to maintain a pristine environment. He would request a bathe drawn so that he would meet the day with a clean face. He was not wont to attend such formal events, or anything that involved his nigh criminal presence to be held hostage at! But if it was for Dagger he could suffer a few hours acting pleasant. He would miss her return to her chambers as his absence preparing too precedence. After washing he would pull from his belongings a curious outfit. Hair still wet, a drying towel draped over it, he would lay out the dress and its many parts, questioning did he want to wear any of this? A grin pained itself on his features, the corners of his mouth curled up from ear to ear. "She'll be so impressed!" He would continue his preparations. Combing out his hair, parting it just right: all took time and effort. Like preparing for his plays. He dressed with confidence, tying together his outfit with a simple hair tie so it did not detract from the overall look. Upon exiting the maid that had helped him out, remained, seemingly worried letting the actor roam around on his own, despite his known proximity to the queen. She would pale at how well the boy cleaned up. He reached his gloved hands to the collar of his outfit. "Too much?" He worried. She would hastily shake her head to the negative, reassuring him. With that Zidane would than her for the help and head off to surprise his queen! He took his time to make his way down. Knights would watch him as he pass, workers, staring. He had first considered it had because he did not belong in such a place, but the longer he had to think about it the more he became self conscious in such an outfit.While his usual clothing was far from poor, his style was more relaxed and given to the bohemian lifestyle he knew best. With pants that were loose and easy to move in and a short vest over a blouse that lacked any sleeves: it made for getting in and out of costumes quickly as well as being able to dash through back stage without getting caught or tangled on hanging hooks and sets.Today he wore a wholly different, yet somehow suiting outfit that brought out his age. Despite how he acted and his youth when compared to most of Tantalus: Zidane was an adult! His soft, baby face was smoothed out by his golden bangs, which framed his features fully. The end of his long hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. The teal colored justacorps he wore over the purple and black, pinstriped blouse, was decorated with gilded trim with gilded buttons decorating the forearm of the sleeves, the sleeves loose and wide. The belt around his waste was a deep blue was more stylish than useful as his pants beneath were black trousers with a snug waistband: held up by the belt of his dagger's sheath which hung on his right hip, tucked just beneath the justacorps. Around his neck he wore his usual jabot, but in the stead of the loose, ruffled style: the silk scarf was cleanly tied around his neck, devoid of his half-mask necklace. While a prized bit of jewelry it was far too gaudy for the outfit in question. Instead of his hanging earrings the rogue opted for a single, onyx stud, pierced neatly in both lobes.Around his shoulder hung part of what was a cape: the end curled over his right shoulder and tied off at the left side of his coat to keep it from dragging on the ground. Gold colored tassels at the end of the cape swept over his shoulder, providing the usual slack and slouching actor with an air of superiority, suiting one of his raising status. Despite all of that...He war a glowing smile, cheeks pushed up, pinching his eyes closed in pure joy. Though cleaned up and dressed like nobility there was no hiding that jovial prince of thieves deep down it all. It was clear he was enjoying showing off, an actor by trade and ego. The world was his stage and his audience... anyone that would listen. His hand reached out and moved to the small of Dagger's back, digits concealed in a thick, orange, velvet glove. It was soft to the touch, as was the pressure of his action."You didn't tell me everyone was here. Had I known I wouldn't have gussied up!" The cheeky git. He surely would have, if only to throw them for a loop. "Hey guys!" He laughed, holding out his arms. "I'm home again!" he bade before looking down to the young queen. he held out his hand in a comforting motions. Everyone was so stiff. "Man it's been ages since I squeezed into these pants. Last time I had to was for a showing of Ispen's play!" He'd punctuate his words by tugging the pants from squeezing on his poor tail which got a bit caught at the base, on the tailored hole.
He sure had a way of disrupting the tension.
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Post by Freya on Oct 11, 2018 12:21:48 GMT -5
Freya listened to Garnet's response, just as carefully manicured and chosen as her own words had been, and nodded to her to acknowledge that both of them were aware of the gulf the queen needed to cross in order to mend the damage done between their nations. Freya herself, Sir Fratley, and the royal family were the only Burmecians to know the true scope of the Terran plot to destroy the Mist Continent, and while Freya herself placed blame at Garland's feet, mostly, there was much work to be done before the two northern nations would again be allies.
The dragon knight stowed her spear and bowed again. "I'll convey your words to the king, though I suspect it will be some time before an envoy can be arranged. I am a knight, I know much about weapons and warfare, but little of the threads that bind nations. Though, on a personal note, should I find Prince Puck I intend to drag him back to the kingdom and tie his tail to the throne."
That much was true. As much as she respected King Oberon, Prince Puck was raw, immature, and probably wiser than anyone else in the kingdom. The king had other matters that needed attending to, and having someone to delegate to would be better for everyone involved if that delegate was smart, clever, compassionate, and royalty to boot, that was probably for the best.
"I could probably borrow one or two of...you...for..." the Lady said, trailing off and staring behind the queen. She'd had a train of thought, but she was caught right now between shock and amusement.
The king seemed to be up to his usual antics. Freya leaned on the butt of her spear with a casual sort of slouch born of countless hours spent standing vigil in the rain. "Thank goodness, I was worried for a moment that you might have robbed this poor woman of her drapes, but if they're yours, that explains everything."
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Post by Garnet Alexandros on Jan 21, 2019 13:38:00 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
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[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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Garnet’s expression remained unchanged as Freya maneuvered her spear with unequivocal ease, stowing it before transitioning seamlessly into the dictated formalities – a curt bow. Truthfully, Garnet fought back the urge to reprimand Freya for indulging in such frivolousness behaviors, believing that they were unnecessary between friends – the respect Garnet harbored for Freya trumped the importance of Royal Doctrine. Yet, Garnet caught herself, reminding herself that they were being observed, not only by her personal guards, but also those who worked within her Court – weakness no matter the reason simply wasn’t permitted. Freya’s voice carried softly throughout the courtyard, Garnet’s head dipping down a fraction of an inch as a silent gesture of gratitude. It may not have been much in the grand scheme of things; however, it was yet another effort to extend the metaphorical olive branch. [break][break] Garnet’s expression remained unchanged, unsurprised that Prince Puck had yet to return to his place at the King’s side. Frankly, Garnet couldn’t fault him, entirely aware of the hidden weight of the crown and how it bound one. I envy those who do not know its’ curse… yet I will continue to bear the weight… for my country… my people… , Garnet reminded herself, strengthening her iron-clad resolve. Garnet felt a chill run down her spine, a precursor to Zidane’s approach, her head snapping in his direction just as his fingers danced across the small of her back. No doubt, had she not turned her head when she had, Garnet would have no doubt ended up screeching in surprise, which in turn would have likely alerted the Guard – creating yet another debacle. [break][break] Somehow, Garnet doubted Beatrix would have found the situation nearly as delightful in the aftermath. Garnet’s lips remained set in a soft smile as she’d let her gaze rake across her beloved husband, the official King of Alexandria, pleasantly surprised that he’d elected to dress so formally at her request. She hadn’t informed Zidane of the fact that the others’ would be present, partially because she hadn’t been privy to when each would have arrived – their correspondences had been far and few in-between. Freya’s light-hearted jab at Zidane’s apparel prompted Garnet to bring her gloved hands to her lips, concealing the ever-widening smirk and muffling her doubt of laughter. Zidane’s history with Freya and Amaranth was far more extensive than her own, yet, Garnet had never probed much further into it. [break][break]
“No, Amaranth, there is something important I wish to discuss tonight… in private.”
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Ah, and so the Hero arrived at last. In truth, Amarant cared very little for the politics that was going on between Bermicia and Alexandria... Just the people that were effected because of it. Freya had been a comrade and arms... and he could sense the conflict within her when it came to aligences. Friends... vs Country. What a decision. He could only imagine the inner struggle that was going on within the lancer's head. On the other hand, here was the Queen of Alexandria. For all intents and purposes, she was talking to a foriegn representative with whom's country has a strained relationship at best, both sides arming for a conflict that might actually come to pass. He could tell that her majesty was doing her best to stay polite and up-beat... but such things were starting to strain on her... It didn't come as much of a surprise to him... She was a Queen and, even though they saved the world together, nobody lives happily ever after. There were still responsibilities to meet, things to kill, friends to lose if their priorities don't line up in the epilogue. It was a grim truth but Amarant had grown up early in his life and these lessons were already WELL learned...
Amarant opened his mouth to offer... something to help ease the tension that was BREWING in this "reunion" Before the king of thieves himself appeared on the scene, dressed up in a monkey-suit!
...How appropriate.
Even the mercenary smirked as he saw the kind saddle up to everyone, finding it... well... funny to see the rogue stride up like the nobility he now was! Despite the mixed-bag of feelings Amarant hat towards the effective child Zidane was to him, the bandit-king held a fair amount of respect for everything he had achieved starting with his defeat back in the deserts of Madain Sari. He would not admit such squishy, revolting softness... but they were brothers in arms now. One fighter to another.
...One king to another.
"Welcome back." Amarant greeted genuinely with a nod. It was actually difficult for Amarant to force that smile off his face, the man struggling with his stoic personality... and the genuine contentment with being surrounded by his....... friends... Now... Where were Eiko, Steiner and Quina...? They were the only ones missing...
"...I understand." He responded seriously Garnet's way, his arrogance disappearing... for now. The red-head man stood tall... or as tall as he could, uncrossing his arms and letting them fall by his side as he turned his head towards the Queen attentively. Enough with the happy-crap... It was time to get down to business.
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