[IC] Final Fantasy: The Dark Crystal

[Ogo]

King Roderick I of Thorne

Crystal Palace - Throne Room

Upon the Crystal Throne did the Good King sit as he rested his weary eyes upon the court. They spoke loudly and freely amongst themselves, discussing the week’s festivities, their families, their gossip. The awkward stale air that hung about the chamber like a choking mist had faded quite a bit since the beginning of the week, as foreign dignitaries grew familiar with the customs of the court. It would surely return, Roderick knew that of course, but the little breaks in-between were well-received. Soon the talks would resume and Roderick would have to weigh in. He truly had no authority to do so, but these people valued his opinion on such matters. He still had no idea why.

“It’s still not too late to run away, my king. To have that Grand Adventure we always spoke about.” A soft hand laid over his shortly before Roderick felt the warm air caress his ear and cheek. His smile broadened. Even despite his decayed sense of smell, Roderick could enjoy the full, sweet scent of his beloved. She smelled softly of lilies after a fresh rain. He glanced up at her leaning on him. His precious Dalia. Though her golden curls may have whitened and her skin may have been marked with age, she was every bit as beautiful as the day he first laid eyes upon her. Moreso even. She glowed. And despite decades and decades having passed, Roderick still found himself glancing at her every chance he could.

“Perhaps. But what of Bandit? He’s grown old, fat, and lazy. I imagine he might not be able to keep up, and we couldn’t just leave him here. These folks, why, they’d make HIM king.” Roderick whispered back. Upon hearing his name, the shaggy gray dog, as gray as his master, lying beside the throne lazily raised an ear and cocked an eye up at the king, as if to say ‘Speak for yourself.’

“Oh certainly. And I’d dare say it might even be an improvement.” Dalia replied playfully. Bandit, having lost interest, rolled over and farted

Roderick shook his head in disbelief, but Dalia burst into laughter. It was music to his ears. And infectious. He joined in with his own booming, roaring laugh, drawing curious stares from the court. It continued for a short time before Dalia excused herself to find her composure.

“Your Highness? Shall we continue from where we left off?” one of the dignitaries called out. Roderick managed to calm himself before nodding and making a rolling motion with his fingers. He covered his mouth with his fist to hide the wide smile that his wife had burned onto his face.

Not even such a dry topic could ruin his mood now. Dalia always knew how to raise his spirits. She truly was an amazing woman. Perhaps he finally would step down from the throne and take her out to see the world. He had to admit, it was sounding more and more appealing every day. And after all, didn’t she deserve SOMETHING for putting up with him for all these years?

Absolutely. After the festival, then.

---

Amelia Thorne

City of Thorne - Tournament Grounds | City of Thorne - Seedy Grand Market Tavern

It truly was a beautiful day. Blue skies with nary a cloud in sight. Warm, yet not too warm. The young paladin thanked her lucky stars that she had been able to draw patrol duty rather than being cooped up within the Crystal Palace all day. Sure, the lake was beautiful this time of year, but she really wanted to just get out and stretch her legs. There was something about all the hustle and bustle of town that really energized her. Especially the huge commotion brought on by the festival.

CLANG!

CLINK!

Wild cheers arose from around one of the nearby fighting arenas, small stages surrounded by powerful barriers supplied by the White Mages in order to protect the audience. There were a few of these set up for this stage of the tournament, though by the end of the week there would only be a single, grand stage.

Obviously something exciting had just gotten the crowd worked up into a frenzy.

Okay, so maybe she just wanted an excuse to go watch the fights. Could anybody really blame her? They were by far one of the biggest highlights of the festival. The weeklong tournament drew warriors from across the islands to compete for fame, fortune, what have you. She so desperately wanted to participate but...duty comes first. At least this way she could somewhat live the dream while still fulfilling her duties.

“...ptain? You asked for me? Captain?”

“Oh. Yes. Sorry. I was just sort of uh…” she started but trailed off. What exactly WAS she doing? Day dreaming? How uncouth.

Amelia returned her gaze from the crowd back to the matter at hand. The voice she had just heard belonged to one of the knights under her charge. A short, slightly portly man named Biggs. He had served under her for quite some time now, and while some were hesitant to follow her orders, Biggs was not. He was a good man. Maybe not the best fighter, but a good man nonetheless.

“Doesn’t matter. The crowd’s getting a bit worked up over there. I’ll need you and...hmm? Where’s Wedge?” she asked.

“Couldn’t say. Maybe the market? He mentioned wanting to pick up the wife something.”Biggs shrugged. Amelia could feel her teeth grinding. Wedge was in a lot of ways Biggs’ opposite: tall and lanky, but with a terrible sense of duty. Honestly he was pretty lazy. Obnoxiously so at times. But damn if he didn’t have a good sword arm. And right about now, he would be…

“Ah. Fine. I’ll hunt him down then. You, sir, shall go watch the crowd. I’ll send him your way when I can. Do try to avoid hurting anybody too much.” she finished, dismissing the short knight with a salute. After he left, Amelia turned and started making her way towards the Grand Market. There were a number of taverns there, and knowing Wedge, he’d likely be plastered already. That would actually be ideal for her. Normally, she’d hunt him down and chew him out, something she still might do, but for the time being, she was grateful for the excuse to go the Grand Market.

She thought back to the letter she had received recently. IF the sender was who she thought it was and IF the letter was even legitimate in the first place, then the tavern it proposed they meet at could only be a single place. Conveniently enough, it lay smack between the tournament grounds and the market, across the road from the Temple of the Crystal, so she made great time.

Once she made it, Amelia gave the place a quick once over, but she was fairly confident that her knight was in another castle. So she ordered a drink from a bar wench, found a fairly empty corner, and went over the possible taverns in the area. The fact that he had been banned from so many of them narrowed it down quite a bit. She ended up with a pretty good idea where exactly he might be, so she decided to just wait around a bit more to see if the “Old Friend” would show up or not.

A few minutes and then she’d leave. That’s what she kept telling herself. She couldn’t help it. Her curiosity got the better of her. And besides, it wasn’t like she absolutely NEEDED to be on the tourney grounds. Surely Biggs could handle that.

Right?

[Ryteb Pymeroce]

Ryteb the Awesome

City of Thorne - Running for his Life

There were times when "it doesn't get any better than this" springs to mind. This... was not one of those times.

It all started earlier today, when he had entered the city of Thorne for the first time in about four years. He knew there was a reason he had been avoiding the capital, though he figured that if he couldn't remember it probably wasn't that important. Hindsight is kind of a bitch.

So, what was the reason Ryteb was avoiding the capital? Well, it's actually quite simple. In his infinite greed wisdom, he had decided to obtain the legendary blade of Kyreth-tan. You know, standard treasure hunting. Only problem was... The sword already had an owner, namely the Kyreth-tan Assassins. Apparently they had a 2000 gil bounty on his head. Insulting really, Ryteb thought, should be at least 5000.

Naturally this offer of coin attracted much bloodlust, and almost as soon as Ryteb entered the city the cry of "Get 'im!" Began the rally of the uneducated brutes who thought a ponce like Ryteb would be easy to catch. Those guys were easy enough to escape from, but soon he sensed a much more terrifying presence, that of a professional assassin, and that just made his day a perfect storm of awful.

"Look, I don't wanna die yet!" he called back to his mysterious pursuer, "Can't we settle this in a way that doesn't involve sharp objects?"

@Ryuzaki

[WXer]

Dandy on Vacation - Ersatz

Thorne City - Grand Market

Celebration was in the air. People from all walks of life could be found in the metropolis to commemorate civilization's victory and triumph over evil. However, this festival also drew in some men of questionable moral fiber to the capital. Among them is Ersatz, who was primarily here in the hopes of breaking the monotonous routine he had found himself while living in Calestani as a machinist apprentice. At the back of his mind though, Ersatz had hoped that he would find some merchants he had associated with from his past. After all, what better place to sell wares of questionable origins than a market that both buyer and seller might not even lived close to.

(Un)fortunately, Ersatz was unable to find said merchants at the Grand Market. However, he was able to procure some elemental shells of fire, thunder and ice variety that was compatible for his firearm, along with some directions to a tavern that he might be interested in. Once he had entered the tavern doors, Ersatz did a quick glance at the bar patrons and a paladin at a corner table was the only person of interest that he noticed. Ersatz would then pull up a stool to the bar tender's counter, placing a stack of Gil in front of him. "Shot of your finest, barman." Once he would receive the drink, Ersatz would raise his glass and say "Prost." before downing it.

Whatever it was, the drink was burning Ersatz's throat. He would then put up three fingers up in the air, signalling the bar tender for three more.

@Ogobrogo

[Oddsbod]

Clementine Haschwalden

Thorne City

---

You have been assigned to guard duty for the duration of the festival.

Those were Clementine's orders. But that's not very helpful, he had protested. Or specific. Where am I supposed to guard?

Unfortunately, his orders were delivered via letter, which he opened over breakfast the day festivities would begin. That's just not helpful at all.

And so he went wandering the streets, feeling more like a tourist than an employed soldier of Throrne and emissary of Cronquist. Which wasn't altogether bad, of course, but did make him feel a little guilty. You can't help it though, not on a day like this. Clementine, slightly but not altogether unwilling, felt every part of him relax. During the heat of the morning, he bought a snowy white-blue popsicle, and ate it in the shade of the arena. Confetti and flower petals blew through the air like swarms of happy bumblebees.

Eventually, however, common sense got the better of Clementine, and, feeling a little red-faced over wasting the whole morning, went out in search of an officer. Most of the soldiers couldn't give him much advice. In fact, most of the soldiers were busy engaging in the festivities. Eventually, he found one soldier who told him, rather awkwardly while eyeing his armor, "Commander Amelia is in charge of the Knights" and, eventually, another, just in front of the Temple, mentioned, "I think I saw her pass into that tavern across the way."

Tired, rather frazzled, but mostly pleased with his detective work, Clementine pushed his way into the bar. It wasn't hard to spot her; the Knight-Commander's paladin armor was bright and mighty even in the dim, orangey tavern-light.

He approached her table, a lonely little corner of the building, his helmet tucked under his arm, and said quietly, "Um, excuse me, ma'am, I'm sorry to bother you, but my orders, the ones I got this morning, I mean—"

The Knight-Commander was quite tall and serious looking, and Clementine became keenly aware of his rambling.

"What I meant to say, ma'am, I was assigned to guard duty, but I'm not actually sure what that means, and there weren't any further orders to clarify where I was to go or who I'd be working under. Someone mentioned that you were in charge of the knights, and I thought I might find you and ask if there was anything you needed. From me, I mean."

@Ogobrogo

[Demous]

Sayuri Takashi

|Seedy Grand Market Tavern|
|Interacting with Amelia and Clementine|

Sayuri rubbed her temples as she walked along one of the main roads to the Temple. It wasn't even that late in the day and it was already wearing on her. The merchant she'd come in with had tried paying her less than half what they'd agreed, she'd taken care of that right quick but it was still a pain, then her parents were both out during the festivities so she couldn't see them until late that evening despite the fact that she'd specifically sent a letter saying she'd be here and to top it all she'd ran into Wedge. It didn't end with much more than words, mostly cause she left as soon as she saw an opportunity, but still soured her mood further. At least the day was most likely going to improve from here. She was hopefully going to meet an old friend of hers that she hoped still remembered her. That could easily go badly though and she knew that much when she sent the letter. Either way it would be nice to see how she's been. After that a long day in the market and hopefully some good fights which she would top off with a nice dinner with her family would definitely raise her spirits.

When she reached her destination she'd almost missed it. It'd been so long since she was in Thorne that she'd almost forgotten her way around. Pausing she lets nostalgia wash over her before making her way into the tavern. A smile instinctively made its way onto her lips as she did as memories came back before quickly fading and leaving her with a sigh. Looking around she spots her target in a mostly empty corner of the tavern with a nervous looking kid wearing dark knight armor. Shrugging she makes her way asking one of the bar wenches for a glass of their best on the way. She catches the last little bit of the kids request and nods at him before dropping into the chair across from Amelia. She waits until Amelia responds to the kid before speaking, "Hello there Amelia it's been a long time hasn't it? Eight years or so?"

[Laios]

Ryouji Yasuharu

City of Thorne - Airship Docks

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The fire is spreading across the deck as the engines whine and steam pipes burst within the hull. A young boy tightens his grip on his ancestral sword, a bright glow emanating from the steel. Across the deck, a lone figure stands, shrouded in darkness. Glowing red eyes peek out from beneath a blackened hood. The boy raises his sword and points it at the figure, signaling the creature's end. With a blue of motion, the swordsman lowers his blade to his side and charges the figure, summoning the power of Odin himself in the strike as the blade shines brightly. "Zantetsuken!"

With hollow clattering, a bamboo post fell to the deck in two pieces. The fire was nowhere to be found and the boy's sword gave off no glow, besides the reflection of the morning sun. In a practiced motion, the boy sheathed the weapon as reality finished overtaking his imagination. Sighing slightly, he turned around and picked up the bamboo pieces, placing them in a nearby pile of similarly cut reeds. Before he could set up the next practice target, one of the boy's bodyguards approached him. "Prince Ryouji, we'll be landing in Thorne soon. You should take a seat in the cabin until we've safely touched down."

Ryouji nodded and made his way to the cabin as ordered. It had been a long flight, and the Prince was more than eager to enjoy this year's festival. It was unfortunate his parents could not accompany him, but here were too many important meetings that they needed to attend. However, they had made him promise to tell them every interesting detail about the festival upon his return. As the boy sat down and gazed through a nearby window, a sense of wanderlust overtook him. The city was in full view, and from the sky, it was a truly marvelous sight to behold.

The large airship was adorned with the Yasuharu family crest, and it was covered in decorations fit for a royal transport. While the Yasuharu family wasn't the most powerful of the Kimuran factions, it was certainly one of the wealthiest. In addition to passengers, the airship carried many trade goods and gifts for the Thorne Royal Family. Upon landing, a number of workers sprang into action to unload the cargo while the Prince and his two bodyguards made their way across the docks.

Ryouji could hardly wait to see all of what the city had to offer. It felt like he was starting a real adventure.

[Ryuzaki]

Seruh Vora

City of Thorne Airship Dock one day prior - Arrival | City of Thorne Slums then night before - Rendezvous with the Kyreth-tan | City of Thorne - Pursuit
-@Ryteb Pymeroce@Laios-

Seruh heard the captain of the airship call out the next stop, Thorne City, her destination. First class wasnt available from Kimura to Thorne today, unless she waited till tomorrow to hitch a ride with the Yasuharu boy. She had done dirty work for their family before and knew she could get aboard if she talked to them and dropped a Gil here and there, but the Kyreth-tan had sent word that they needed her there tonight for some reason. As far as she knew, she was just doing routine check-ins with the local clans, but something seemed odd about this. Whatever, she thought as the ship landed, It cant be that urgent. She looked around and noticed that everybody else was already standing and flocking toward the exit. She waited a second, knowing there was no chance of asserting herself over the crowd, and preferring to sit anyway. She yawned while she sat, her ears drawing back and her mouth opening wide. When she finished, only a few people were still standing by the door, so she got up and joined them.
Once outside, she breathed in the warm Thornian air. Something about it always felt better, more breathable than the Kimuran air. The smells of the festival filled her sensitive nose. She could smell all sorts of treats being made, blood from the tournament grounds, metals and exotic woods in the market, and somewhere in between there was a familiar scent of booze and puke that brought her back to The Mythril Chalice. Somewhere, she also smelled the stench of the slums, a reminder to her childhood growing up there. That was where the Kyreth-tan were set up. Not because they couldnt afford better, but because the Castle Guard had a looser hold there. And so, she set off in the direction of the slums, to confront the Kyreth-tan about their issue, and to face up to her past.

---

The leader of the Kyreth-tan was tall and lanky, and he had a sort of deep grimace permanently glued to his face. His head was bald and a scar ran across it from front to back. He was missing an eye and had a fair amount of stubble growing on his face. His body was rather thin and didnt quite match his head, which suggested a much more buff man. The last time Seruh had seen him, he had worn a torn black Gi with a ornamental sword strapped to his back. This time he wore a red Gi and the sword was noticeably absent. "The Shadow of Kimura has arrived.." he said, almost mockingly, "Its about time." His voice was that of a man much larger than him, deep and imposing. "As you were most likely told by your superiors, the Kyreth-tan have fallen on rough times," he continued, Seruh nodded halfheartedly, waiting for him to mention her pay. The crime-lord most likely noticed this so he began to speak deliberately slow, "There was this... sort of... incident about a year back... where this... thief... had gotten a hold of the blade of Kyreth-tan."
Seruh cut him off, "So you want me to kill him and return the blade to you, I get it. But whats the pay?"
"The bounty is 2000 gil," Seruh almost rolled her eyes at the small sum of cash, but the boss interrupted her, "But, since youre one of us," he was using the term loosely, "I'll give you 5000 Gil if you can confirm the kill and return the blade to me."
Seruh's face lit up a bit, and her tail whipped back and forth a little. "Is it possible for me to... get a little more?" She looked at the man before her, smelling the traces of alcohol on his breath and the remnants of blood on his clothes, then batted her eyes a little, but the man simply replied with, "We'll see," in a stern voice. Seruh left the hideout that night with little in her head but thoughts of how to get more than 5000 measly gil from that old ninja.

---

Back at the docks, she thought, waiting for the thief to show up. Intel told her that he was a red mage from Takhtajan who had sticky fingers all around. Hell, one source told her he had considered trying to steal the Crystal of Light once. She looked around and saw that not too far away, there was a man matching the description of him running for his life from citizens and guards alike. Must be disliked all around, she thought, as she started her pursuit. Her battle gear was on and her normal clothes had been left in the inn above the tavern across from the Temple, where she had chosen to stay.
She glided across the landing area, sometimes behind airships, sometimes over, crossing massive distances with each leap. She passed a very well decorated airship, Kimuran in design, and she heard an adolescent voice yell "Zantetsuken!" from within.
Eventually she reached a point where she was almost directly above her target. She followed him a little ways, the other pursuers fell back, figuring the standard 2000 gil wasnt worth it. When she was the only one remaining her turned around and shouted, "Look, I don't wanna die yet! Can't we settle this in a way that doesn't involve sharp objects?"
"What, you mean these?" she remarked, tossing 3 shuriken in a triangle around him, not intending to hit him but to scare him. Then she jumped down behind him and tapped his shoulder "Wrong way sweetie, I'm over here..." She took a large leap and landed 4-5 steps back from him, just for safety's sake, "I can be bargained with... But it wont be cheap." She smirked as she spoke, the smell of fear pungent in the air, adrenaline rushing.

[RolePlayerRoxas]

Nila the Blue Mage

Somewhere between the Arena and slums

While a large portion of Thorne's residents were attracted to the battles waged at the arena, or perhaps hunkered down at their tavern of choice, Nila had attracted a small audience of her own. It would probably come as no surprise to those familiar with the sword-wielding mage, given her tendency to dramatically emphasise her words with sweeping gestures, and hopping from spot to spot as if trying to play every character involved in her tale. This little oddity of hers was probably why the trio of kids were still listening to her talk about a goblin's typical daily activity.

"...So basically, they sort of wander around aimlessly for ten hours a day, and pick fights with each other if there's no one around to annoy!" Nila summarised ten minutes' worth of story time into a simple sentence that totally did not do the proper events justice. One of the young lads raised his hand curiously, and recoiled when Nila pointed at him in an almost aggressive manner, [color=#4b93d1]"yeah, kid?!"[color]

"Uh, well..." he glanced at his friends as if for support, and continued, "...Why did you spend three whole days following goblins?"

"Didn't I say? Research!" Nila declared proudly, leaving the kids just as confused as they evidently had been all along.

"But they're monsters..."

"Yup!"

The kids tried to learn why the strange lady in blue was so happy to tail a bunch of monsters around for no readily-apparent reason, and whether deliberately or not, Nila was proving to be frustratingly obtuse. Indeed, Nila's actions tended to make little sense when monsters were involved. Her bestiary needed filling out, darn it! It was all well and good to learn how to punch someone so hard that their very armour became useless, but surely the story behind the goblins' need to learn such an ability was just as important, right?

She had been making her way towards the Arena to watch some of the mages duke it out in awesome magical warfare, when these kids she passed by had asked for some gil. Presumably, they lived in the slums and lacked the funds to properly take part in the festivities. That really sucked, and Nila herself was pretty much broke - she could work later on when more people decided to take up drinking - so for now all she could offer these children were tales of her exploits. It wasn't quite 'feed the hungry' level on the Good Deed list, but her options were limited.

The mage continued to chat with the kids for a bit. She was in no rush after all, the fights weren't going anywhere.

[Evanist]

Vincent Letendre

Thorne City- Near the arena, close to the slums

---

The smell of the festivities filled the air, with crowds cheering in the arena, people walking around, talking with each other. Vincent had some good days selling his wares in the last days, having sold a good amount of potions and devices to nearby people. This gave him a good amount of gils, which would be pretty useful in his travels and exploring of the world.

Vincent could have gone to go and keep selling objects right now, but he felt like relaxing a bit right now. He wanted to just have some fun, maybe go look at the fights in the arena… maybe even participate once using his devices… but one thing about that last part made him unsure. What were the rules for equipment… what could each person use… was there a bracket for mechanist or something? Sure… he dabbled a bit with magic before… but he never was really good with it.

With all this, Vincent just kept moving, listening around, before going and opening a potion and drinking it. It was a simple energy potion to keep him awake a bit. Considering that last night he was stuck trying to make sure professor Firaga dosen’t end up blowing things up at the festival today with an invention… he literally had nightmares of Firaga causing a huge explosion that would have wiped out a large section of the city. Something that started with N.. Geez… how did Arte even deal with Firaga all days? Well.. Considering he kind of has issues with his own magic and explosions… maybe they were related by explosions? Well... that gave a small chuckle to Vincent, but for now, he needed to relax. Maybe he could head to the tournament.

It was then that he heard some sound o someone telling stories about goblins and such, about following and telling the daily lives of goblins, which to him seems to exaggerate some things. Well, it did keep the kids she was telling the story to quite entertain. He smiled at this, just listening, and then hearing about the kids asking for some money. This did sadden Vincent a bit. He moved towards the group, getting some gils out that he made from selling potions.

“I feel generous Kupo. I hope you kids can enjoy the festival.” he said to the kids, passing the bag of gils. Sure, that was a bit of a part of his money he made from selling potions, but if it could make those kids happy… Well.. he was acting a bit on impulse he guessed, but he did want to have those kids have some fun at least today.

@RolePlayerRoxas

[Utrax]

Rakta

City of Thorne Gates - Road to Crystal Palace

"I don't like anything about this," Rakta hissed lowly, "Many faces, many people, many smells-- they're all too focused on themselves." She stood on the road to the Crystal Palace, with nearly fifty other people, seeking entry into the City of Thorne. Behind her was a chocobo, distinct for it's pale yellow coloration and rather massive size, whose raigns she held. Upon the Chocobo's back were massive packs, tents, and a weight load of other trinkets. Rakta noticed that even the Chocobo seemed antsy in the massive crowd and several times she had to give him reasssuring head pats. Then again, Rakta noticed she kept recieving reassuring pats herself. As if on cue, a gentle hand was placed upon her shoulder. Kajad laughed softly at Rakta's words as they told her, "Well, that's because they don't know us forigners. Everything is very new to us. They're not like us."
"No no, we do not know them," Rakta insisted.
"Interesting perspective but ultimately same meaning."
"No, Phamet," Rakta replied, using Kajad's honorific, "They exist together, know one another, generalizations within their shared stories and interactions-- but what of we? The wanderers. Desert crawlers. Us the unknown and unlearned. We know each other but nothing of them."
"I keep telling you," Kajad said with a smirk, "That you have taleweaver in your rafset. That was woefully poetic."

Rakta sighed, then walked a few steps forward as the que advanced. Leaning to the side, she took stock of how many more caravans, merchants, warriors-- whoevers-- were ahead of them in the entry line. At the same time, she also wondered what they were checking for at the security checkpoint. She and Kajad had been in line all morning, well into the afternoon, and were most certainly going to be late for a few things, namely the welcome ceremony. Rakta was sure the welcome ceremony had passed some time ago and scolded herself for not insisting more firmly with Kajad. She looked over at Kajad and glared. Kajad ducked their head slightly submissively then told Rakta, "Relax. We won't be missed that much. They likely do not recall our hail anyway-- these are Humes we're dealing with and they are forgetful. Also very forgiving."
"We could have avoided this," Rakta growled.
"Patience, Rakta-- look, they're doing walking checks now."
A pair Humes, dressed in iron armor, helmets obscuring their whole heads, with a tabard bearing some crest Rakta didn't care about, came walking down the line of entrants. At a distance, Rakta could almost make out what they were saying. To Kajad she said, "I think they're looking for us." Then, sure enough, one of the Humes came jogging up to them and asked, "Phamet Kajad?" Snickering, Kajad bowed slightly then jested, "Was it the headdress that gave me away?"
"Or because we are Bangaa," Rakta growled to Kajad, "Only ones the Humes seemed to question. Can't tell us apart--"
"Rakta, we must educate, not berate--" Kajad interjected "-- for they are not aware of the distinction between our clans."
The armored Hume seemed slightly flustered as Rakta towered over her menacingly. Soon the hume regained her composure and saluted, "I am Ser Ellismore of the Second Guard-- we are to escort you to the palace immediately, honorable Phamet."
Kajad tilted their head to the side and examined the salute with a smile, "Interesting gesture-- but yes. I suppose we have to go quickly, if that is what you wish-- but are we not to see your grounds?"
"I'm..." Ser Ellismore hesitated, "I'm afraid not, I'm afraid," she tripped over her words gracefully, "We. The palace. You're expected and we were supposed to escort you here-- there. Both. We have a chocobo--"
At that moment a knight rode up on Chocobo-back, with another chocobo in tow. Rakta took one look at the average sized chocobo then shook her head, "Least you wish for a broken bird, you will allow my Phamet to ride their own. Yours is puny-- bread for show." Rakta turned to the Chocobo whose reigns she held, then began removing a few very specific saddlebags.
"Truly, are all the Chocobo so small here?" Kajad asked, "Puny and weak looking, aye-- would crumple beneath me."
"Aye aye," Rakta agreed.

Ser Ellismore and the knight atop the chocobo exchanged glances, then she spoke, "Y-yes you may ride your own. That's fine too."
"Fool thinks it was a request," Rakta laughed, throwing a few heavy bags upon her back, "No-- the Phamet needed none of your pardon or permission, hume." Kajad laughed as well as they eased into the saddle of their Chocobo. Then they said, "I bear gifts to your stallions, your sabers, and your sawbones here--" the saddlebags were gestured to "-- and I will see them in this order. Then I see your... King? Was it?"
"Yes-- the King. Very well," Ser Ellismore replied, then looked to the knight upon Chocobo back. "Keep that one in tow-- we'll stop by the stables first, after all." With a sharp whistle from Ser Ellismore, a third chocobo came trotting up, and she mounted it swiftly. "Please follow us through the city--" her words cut off abruptly.
"Your gaze upon me is not needed-- I have walked with more burden for longer," Rakta curtly responded.
"Very well," Ser Ellismore said once again, after a long moment of pause.
With that, they began making their way toward the city, bound for the public stables.

[Lugia]

Arte Firaga

Road to Crystal Palace | Somewhere between the arena, the slums, and the grand market

"For the last time, grandpa, that combination ALWAYS creates an explosion, and we don't want to blow up the city, do we?" Arte couldn't believe that he had to remind his grandfather of this... and, given the old man's senility, it was becoming a daily thing. In fact, this time, just to make sure, Arte had to take one of the two mixtures away from his grandfather, hide it, and hope that he doesn't find it again later. While he was hiding the mixture, Arte noticed something... Looks like we're out of food, again. I hope I have enough gil to get food at least until next week. Frustrated, Arte closed the pantry door, and checked coin bag. Apparently, that caught the attention of his grandfather, who requested "Eh? You goin' shopping again, son? Could you get me some more of that... eh... what was it? Moogle Brew? Confu Ale? You get the point, get me something like that," Arte shook his head, and responded with "You don't remember the last time you tried to invent while drunk, do you? I'm sorry, but I can't allow you to be drunk, again, grandpa," Arte honestly wondered how the old man wasn't facing a life sentence for his 'invention', or what said invention did to a poor, helpless orphanage, but Arte's refusal to get his grandpa some booze had the old man shouting at him, probably loud enough that most people would think the tower exploded, again... Arte didn't want to hear much more than he had to, so he just ran out the door, and headed for the only safe road in this place, the road to the Crystal Palace.

Once he got to the road, he seemed to drop by a scene involving two bangaa, one with the usual orange scales, and one with rather nice-looking white scales, and a few hume guards, and a few chocobos. Arte tried to figure out the best way to approach the situation, but it seemed like the bangaa were a little riled up, already, and his presence alone might be enough to anger them... of course, he ended up just standing there while they continued on with their day, with the situation resolving itself, at least for now. [i][color=0054a6]Maybe they'll calm down later... or maybe they're heading somewhere past the grand market...[/i] Arte thought as he finally headed down the road, now followed by a merchant selling some odd-looking trinkets, and off-brand, possibly fake ribbons. While they walked, the merchant recounted a few tales about how he got ambushed by monsters on the road, only to be saved by some random bystander on a chocobo, and how he traveled so very far just to get here, the big city, to sell his wares... after that, he tried to sell Arte a ribbon for fifty gil, but... Arte knew, from the price alone, that it wouldn't work very well, if at all, and even if that weren't the case, Arte needed every gil he had for food, so, he had to decline the merchant's offer... no matter how many times the merchant made the offer.

On his way to the market, Arte came across someone who appeared to be a blue mage talking to children about the daily lives of the average goblin. The children seemed confused as to why anyone would CHOOSE to spend time with monsters, but, it didn't take too long for Arte to figure it out. Before he could approach her, Vincent walked up to the children, and started throwing his money around, supposedly, his next greatest invention was a big enough hit for him to be mister moneybags for a day. “I feel generous Kupo. I hope you kids can enjoy the festival.” Vincent said to the children with a hint of excitement and joy. Arte chuckled to himself, and walked over to his moogle friend. "Well, look who's mister moneybags, today. I'm guessing your latest invention sold well, huh?" Arte asked his friend, and, after remembering how empty his own coin bag was, he added [color=0054a6]"Unfortunately, I don't have much to spare, today... grandpa found out that I was selling his special potions and ether at the market, and he didn't like it one bit... said something about 'not selling out', or 'keeping it a family secret', I can't remember which, though, because I went temporarily deaf halfway through the conversation, heh, you know how he gets," Arte then noticed that the blue mage was still there, and, from the look on her face, it seemed like she was going to hug Vincent, and, for some reason, Arte didn't really feel like warning him about it.

[Zero Hex]

@Laios
(So hey, was kinda lost on what to do for a starter so I decided to tag along. Hope you don't mind)

Wen Taihou

Thorne, airship docks, Yasuharu family ship

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With a loud yawn, a curiously dressed man that could only be described as fat descended from the Yasuharu airship along with the others. People paid him no particular mind beyond a few curious glances as he grunted, loudly as well, and made a visible effort to stretch himself and bring some feeling and comfort back to his considerable frame, but it was likely that few knew who he was beyond perhaps a man of Taisong descent. Technically on official business from the famed Institute of Martial Studies and acting as an ambassador for the Nanchuu Islands as part of a greater Kimuran delegation, Sifu Wen Taihou didn't make much of an impression.

The martial artist was one of many Institute examiners tasked with studying the tournament and the progress of the Institute members that would participate in it, but truth be told he wasn't one for large ceremonies and he saw large melees of the early days with some contempt. Ugly, uncoordinated affairs where achieving a rapid numerical advantage carried more weight than most any level of skill, ascertaining anything worthwhile out of them was a fool's errand and so it was something he actively sought to avoid. Instead, Taihou had parlayed his invitation and position to earn himself a more comfortable ride and priority entry.

Convincing the Yasuharu family to take him on board hadn't been all that difficult. Sure, he might not look like much, but his licenses checked out and constituted undeniable proof. The bespectacled, portly gentleman was indeed a Sifu from the Institute on official business. Taking him along was both a political and personal benefit, because it meant a good relationship with the court of Nanchuu and few men had as much of a martial reputation as certified examiners and instructors. He would certainly make a good bodyguard for the young prince, perhaps in his gratitude he might even serve as an instructor for him, right?

Well, there was none of that. In fact, the first time many crew members saw the martial arts expert was when the ship finally landed and the man at last saw it fit to emerge from his quarters. Air sickness, he claimed, stopped him from doing much moving about during the trip, though the galley could certainly attest to him being well enough to consume not insignificant amounts of food. With a carefree smile, Wen Taihou greeted what few men and women he knew and advanced towards the young Ryuoji, not so subtly taking his place amidst his cohorts. "Aaaah, at last back on firm footing. Airships are far from kind to me, unfortunately".

He seemed well enough and there was not a hint of regret or shame in his voice as he adjusted his glasses and tagged along. "Truly a shame I was unable to instruct you in the arts during the journey, young prince. Though as an observation, perhaps it might be best to focus on learning to walk before dreaming of running. Zantetsuken, was it?".

[Ryteb Pymeroce]

Collab between @Ryuzaki and Myself

Seruh & Ryteb

Thorne City | Negotiating

"Is there any other kind of bargaining?" Ryteb smirked, fully aware of how screwed he'd be if this went wrong. Though admittedly, it was a much more appealing death than being eaten by Sand Worms. Legend says they can digest a man for a thousand years, though he'd never stuck around them long enough to find out. "So here's the deal. I don't currently have money on me... but I'm on the hunt for the lost Tomb of King Solomon. Legend tells that it was lined with gold and jewels. Recently I came across a tablet inscribed with a clue as to its location. If you don't kill me, I can offer you... half?"

Seruh looked at the scrawny man named Ryteb as he talked with a look of suspicion. "Why should I trust you? How could I trust you? You're nothing but a lowly street thief as far as I'm concerned and you stole the blade of my allies." she apporached him slowly while she spoke, slowly drawing the blade at her waist not for the intent of killing him, but incase he tried anything dumb. Then she stopped as she finished her sentence.

"Ah, now I remember!" Ryteb exclaimed, slapping his forehead, "The key to the lost city of Mu Kiza. Some idiot was using the relic as a weapon, giving it a stupid name like the Blade of Cereal or something."

He was cut off by the whirr of two more shuriken wizzing by his head, one grazing his ear with one of the three razor-sharp blades that protruded from the center. "Shut up! You're nothing but an incompetent street ra-" the assassin froze for a second, realizing she had crossed a line of her own. One she herself had no right to cross. "Forget this!" She sprung into the air, throwing a shuriken aimed for the center of his unsightly forehead, his throat, and his chest, all in rapid succession.

Like magic, the treasure hunter flicked off his jacket and in its place was a bronze scale cloak. Flicking it round, the shurikens pinged into the cloak, bouncing off harmlessly. He flicked back his hair, and gave a cheeky grin. "You know, I didn't think a professional would go for the bounty. Clearly I was right."

Seruh glared at the thief as she fell to the ground, bending her knees as she hit. Normally she was calm about her work, but something about this target just boiled her blood. She dashed toward him, the small blade in her left hand. As she came close to him, she slid under him and stuck the knife out in an attempt to slice his ankle.

Ryteb saw her rush towards him, and decided to drop his heavy metal cloak to incapacitate her. In doing so he allowed her to slice his ankle, but had moved so that it wouldn't slice through his Achilles tendon. From his suit pocket, he pulled an impossibly large book, and began to rifle through it. "Look, as a measure of trust, I can give you one treasure from my collection. Worth far more than a dumb key that's for sure."

The cat girl sprung up behind him, now slightly interested in what the thief had to say. "Exactly what kind of treasure is this? And when will I be able to have it?" she tried her best to still sound suspicious and menacing but were he able to see her face he'd surely see the hints of interest that were painted there. Her ears perked up a tiny bit from the laid back, focused position they had taken when she began the pursuit.

Ryteb sighed, and began to explain. "Has the legend of Dragonheart and his lair filled with treasures really not spread outside Takhtajin? Probably not... the bastards at the Treasure Hunters Guild are pretty embarrassed by my existance. Anyway, I have all manner of treasures in my secret vault back in my home country. Here it is, the section on ninjitsu weaponry. Have a look, see if anything catches your eye." He turned around and handed her the tome.

Seruh had already been peering over his shoulder when he trurned around, and she found herself amost nose to nose with the man she had just been about to kill, the book in his hand held outward in a kind way. This man confused her, she decided, one minute he was insulting her and the next he wanted to offer her riches. She laughed nervously a bit as she pulled her face away from his, then carefully reached for the book, still on guard for any kind of trick the man might pull. "I'll just take that for a second..." she snatched up the book and quickly spun it around, skimming the page for something, although what she wasnt exactly sure. Somewhere on the middle of the second page, she noticed something that caught her eye. "The Katana of an ancient Kimuran prince..." she mumbled, but under that was something that made her gasp. It listed a necklace that matched the discription of the one she wore, shaped like the Crystal of Light. She turned the page quickly without saying a thing, and continued skimming, descretely patting her chest to check for the necklace, she sighed in relief when she realized it was still there. "Do you have any kind of replacement for this, with some kind of fancy story to it?" she held up the dinky dagger that the clan back in Kimura had given her.

With a flick of his wrist, the wind began to blow the pages of the book, until it landed on a page with two daggers, one white with an angelic design, the other crimson and rough. "The dagger on the left was said to belong to an angel who descended to earth, bringing light to a realm plagued by a demon. The dagger on the right belonged to the Demon, with which, he slew the angel. Unfortunately for the Demon, in death the angel apparently became the great crystal that banished evil from our world. Both are powerful, but both have deadly curses upon them."

Seruh mulled over the idea of the daggers, thinking that the curses couldnt be that bad. She also decided that this... this thief, for lack of a more accurate word, didnt truly have any ill intent toward her, he simply wanted his life, and the sword. She decided to make an offer, "How about this: I get these daggers, and until I do, you work with me as sort of my... assistant. Then, whenever we happen to be in Takhtajan, you give me the daggers, and you walk off free." She didnt know if this... Dragonheart, Ryteb, would accept or not, but it was worth the try, and she could use a spare set of hands both back home and on the road.

"It's your funeral... but sure, if that's what you want. Put 'em there partner!" Ryteb smirked, holding out his hand in the universal symbol of dealmaking.

Seruh first removed the black glove from her opposite hand and then reached out and daintily shook Ryteb's outstreched hand, his skin rough and calloused against her softer skin. "So, back to the temporary HQ?"

"Sure... I probably need to clean off this blood." Ryteb used Cure to heal up the wound.

Seruh gasped again, just realizing that Ryteb was a mage. She averted her surprised gaze and began to lead her new pet Hume back to the tavern she had chosen as her base during the festival.

[Laios]

@Zero Hex
(No worries at all, I'm glad to have someone to interact with this early on.)

Ryouji Yasuharu

City of Thorne - Airship Docks

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The young prince turned toward the rather portly man as he spoke. As soon as Ryouji recognized the man's face, he smiled and bowed respectfully. "Ah, you are Sifu Wen Laoying. I saw your name in the passenger manifest, it is an honor to finally meet you." The boy straightened his posture and continued to walk away from the airship. He gave a chuckle at the mention of the 'attack' he used, "Indeed, my Father says the same thing, but he also tells me that practice is the first step towards Mastery. I practice using what little knowledge I have of the ancient techniques in hopes of one day learning them fully, as the swordsmen of old once did." Pausing for a moment, Ryouji gazed towards the city. He could vaguely see the spires of the Temple of the Crystal, an area that was certainly on his list of places to visit while in Thorne. "Regardless, this journey is far from over. There are still some days left in the festival, and if it is not too much trouble, I would be more than glad to take some lessons from you. I can pay you for your services, of course."

As the group walked, the two bodyguards kept a close eye on the various travelers and tourists that occupied the crowded docks around them. There was no telling if any of them were thieves, or, Crystal forbid it, assassins. The guard to Ryouji's right, a taller man named Solt, spoke to the Sifu. "You are from the Martial Arts Institute, correct?"
Before there was a chance to answer, the guard on Ryouji's left, a shorter man named Peppor interjected. "It's called the Institute for Martial Studies."
"Yes, that is what I said."

[RolePlayerRoxas]

Nila Daana

Somewhere Between the Arena & the Slums

Nila had been prepping the kids for yet another of her stories - this one regarding a pack of super wolves that could grow stronger just by howling a lot - when the best interruption in the universe arrived to dispense some generosity upon the kids. The youngsters were, naturally, stunned at the charitable gesture from the diminutive creature, and had simply gaped silently as the apparent leader of the trio accepted the pouch, and looked inside to see that actual gil was inside it.

"...W-wow," he looked at the moogle with wide eyes, "Um, thanks. This is... this is a l-"

A sudden explosion of girlish squeeing made the kids jump away in fright. They certainly hadn't expected the dark-haired traveller to scoop up the moogle in her arms and hold him tightly to her chest, a blissful look on her face.

"Moogle moogle moogle moogle~" Nila sang happily, "Such a kind, philanthropic moogle~ You're so wonderful and cute~!"

The kids stared blankly at the sight for several moments, before the lone girl of the group realised that a nu mou was speaking to them. She quickly bowed her head and replied to his sentiment with a stammered thanks. Putting the strange woman aside, the kids had never seen so much kindness directed at them before. Granted, no one had ever been outright malicious and horrible towards them, but they were still residents of the slums. They could only obtain so much gil with begging, and now they had enough money for the three of them to have fun for the festival...

Nila, continuing to hug the moogle, stopped dancing around long enough to address the trio one more time, "you're still here? Go on, have some fun! There's only so many hours in the day, ya know!"

A few moments later, the kids were waving the blue-clad strangers goodbye as they rushed to the market place. It was a shame Nila hadn't the coin to contribute to the pouch, but it was fortunate that the adorable little guy trapped in her arms was so nice!

"...Oh, hi, when'd you get here?" Nila asked the nu mou, apparently having completely missed his presence up until now. Not on purpose, of course! It was just impossible to focus much on details when there was a perfectly huggable moogle right there, you know?

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@Utrax @Lugia

[Utrax]

Rakta

City of Thorne - Chocobo Stables

In an area just shy of the tournament grounds and the Grand Market, was a large structure for stabling mounts. Many variety of creatures were held in pins, leads, or simply, from what Rakta could tell, deactivated and left in the care of the stable hands. When they had first come upon the stable, Kajad had made an exclamation of glee, then drove the large chocobo they rode forward-- Rakta had to sprint to keep up. Upon reaching the outer gate of the stable, Kajad dismounted, then began waving for the attention of the stable hand. While Rakta didn't hear the conversation herself, part of her began wondering what had been said. It had been nearly ten minutes since that conversation and Rakta found herself bored enough to care about smalltalk-- that wasn't a good sign. From what she could tell however, she wasn't the only one growing bored.

Ser Ellismore had began pacing back and fourth, while her chocobo had sat down for a rest. A soft sigh escaped her helmet every now and then and Rakta almost felt sorry for her... almost. Humes seemed to be impatient as a whole, from what Rakta could tell, so that really drained the little sympathy Rakta had for Ser Ellismore. It would do her well to learn how to wait, right? Kajad was likely going to greet and hand feed a variety of small treats to each and every beast stabled, without a single care for how long it would take. This was a traditional practice-- a Phamet greeting to the working beasts for whatever village they happened to be in-- and it ensured a blessing would be placed upon each beast in turn. Next would come the working warriors-- mercenaries, thieves, assassins, the like-- for they needed blessings sorely. Afterward and most importantly the doctors would be visited-- those who used bandages, potions, and stitches, while being unrelenting upon magic for cures.

This process would likely last until the sun burned evening and Rakta felt no need to rush anymore. Sure, at first she wanted to hurry, but what was because of the fact this process would take hours. They were going to miss a great many activities in the meantime, unfortunately. Rakta simply sat on the ground then, crossed her legs, and prepared herself for a lengthy wait outside the stables. It was at that moment that Ser Ellismore walked up to her and asked, "How much longer do you think this will take?"
"As long as the Phamet must," Rakta answered without missing a beat.
"But there are ceremonies--"
"Is this not ceremony itself?"
Ser Ellismore paused, looked from Rakta to the stable and back again, then asked, "What do you mean?"
"We have time," Rakta replied lowly, then gestured to the side, indicating that Ser Ellismore should sit. "Ease yourself-- I will give you knowledge of our practices, if you wish to listen," Rakta concluded. A heavy sigh escaped Ser Ellismore but she nodded then sat down next to Rakta anyway. "It'll help pass the time," Rakta told her reassuringly, "Now, where should I begin..."

[vietmyke]

(@Laios@Zero Hex hope you don't mind me joining the party)

Amadeus Galantia Moggo IV

City of Thorne - Grand Market | Airship Docks

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"I see military life is treating you well, Kupo. You know Kupo, its never too late to come home." remarked an aging moogle, his bushy white eyebrows hiding his eyes almost comically, with a long white beard that covered the lower half of his face. The aging moogle, despite his drooping wings and pom denoting his age, still stood straight with broad (relatively) shoulders and a barrel of kupo nuts on his back. Walking alongside him was another moogle, slightly taller, and clad from head to toe in leather and steel- helmet in the crook of his arm.

"I'll be fine Kupo." Moggo replied lightheartedly as he marched beside his father. The one thing he enjoyed about Thorne City's annual tourneys was that his family came to visit- and sell their goods- during this time of the year. His family had been doing well in the past few years. Kupo Nuts served to be popular amongst more than just Moogles- often being extracted and refined for use in energy potions and strength supplements- and the family business had become profitable enough to the point that Moggo's family could hire additional help to help out on the farms. Though Moggo had no intention of returning home.

Moggo was an interesting sight for most newcomers to the city. Though many of the city's guards and paladins knew of the moogle that had joined their ranks a few years back, Moggo nevertheless got stares from travelers and visitors: a small moogle clad in heavy armor with the sigil of the Crystal and a longsword that dwarfed him in size- easily longer than the moogle was tall. On the back of this armored moogle was a second barrel- laden with kupo nuts. The two moogles eventually made their way to a stall in the center of the Grand Market, populated entirely by moogles. Dropping the barrel in front of the stall, Moggo, stretched and rolled his shoulders, taking in the atmosphere of the market.

It was a busy and lively place, in no small part due to the bustle of the tournament, which had brought the already busy market to nearly twice the amount of hustle and bustle that it usually had. All around him people of different races and ethnicity harked their wares, storekeepers offering travelers trinkets and necessities for their travels, and faraway merchants harking exotic wares to the city's denizens.

"Well, my thanks for taking your time out of your schedule to help your old kupo," his father said warmly as the older moogle embraced his son.

"No trouble at all Kupo, its all on the way anyway." Moggo replied as he bid his father farewell. He said his hellos and goodbyes to the rest of his family that was in the marketplace as well, trading the barrel for a large pouch of kupo nuts which he now kept at his side. The marketplace was a short walk to the airship docks, where Moggo was sent to find some Kimuran Noble on behalf of the Crystal Paladins.

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Reaching the Airship Docks, it wasn't difficult for Moggo to spot the Kimuran party. The large airship was easily recognized amongst all the other traders and military craft- adorned with the crest of a royal Kimuran family, and decorated in a fitting manner. Recognizing the crest as that of the Yasuharu family the little moogle marched his way over to the ship, where a smaller cohort of individuals were disembarking. He waited for the party at the end of the dock, where the wood turned into stonework, and the road to the city laid behind him. He waved to the Kimurans with one arm as they approached, the other arm still clutching his helmet.

"Greetings Kupo!" Moggo greeted the Kimuran party with a short dip of his head before straining his neck to look up at the tall humes. Welcome to The City of Thorne. My name is Amadeus Galantia Moggo the Fourth, though most people just call me Moggo."

"I've been sent on behalf of the crown to be your guide and liaison while you are here in our city with us, Kupo!"

[Evanist]

Vincent Letendre

Thorne City- Near the arena, close to the slums.

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Vincent smiled as he looked as he looked at the kids as Arte arrived. He then told him that it seemed that Vincent was generous and his last invention sold well.

”Ya Kupo, that small medica…” he was able to say, before suddenly being lifted up and hugged by blue mage, as she was singing about how cute he was. The only thing he was able to say before being lifted up was one large surprised KUPO…

As she danced with Vincent in her arms… Vincent just calmed down, but then had the face that would be saying: Why… He sighed as she stops dancing, looking up, seeing the kids had left now. To say the least… that was NOT what he expected to happen. He just wanted to show some generosity… and this happen. To tell the truth… this was not the first time someone does that, although last time that person accidentally pushed trigger of his gun… thank god it was aimed away from anyone. Since that little incident he had added a safety to his weapon. And for a good reason also, considering that he found himself grabbed like that again about a month later. He looked at the woman and sighed.

”Could you please let me down Kupo…” he said, trying to stay polite and calm here. He wasn’t mad at her, but he wasn’t that happy about being hold like a teddy bear right now. Sure, his cute charm did help a lot in some situations… but it was also a curse, considering moments like these. He didn't mind being hold for a bit just to make someone happy, but when it comes that he didn't get the chance to move on his own, that was what annoyed him a bit. He hoped she would just let him go, or else he might need to use a device to get down. He did not want to have to do that, but last time someone did this and didn't let him down, it was a bit... shocking.

@Lugia@RolePlayerRoxas

[Savo]

Blaike Fremont

City of Thorne - Tournament Grounds

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The end of spring; a transition into the hot summer days, filled with dew buds of sweat climbing down the faces of aristocrats and pedestrians alike...

... bleeeeeh, this was gonna straight up be horrible! He already had to deal with a Bomb a few days ago and he would rather have the heat comin' straight from that!

... actually, scratch that, no heat, period.

A young man draped in red was hanging around within the tournament grounds where he observed the two combatants in one of the few well-adorned arena's. The magi took a few steps forward, narrowly avoiding tripping over three children as he stood on one foot as if some sorta ninja. Once the trio of kids sprinted out of his way, he forced a smile as he uttered a "'scuse me," to one of the spectators as he leaned in to get a better view of the fight.

Leaning on the post, he watched as the two armored people came clashing in as he smirked, pausing to watch over how they flailed and launched themselves onto each other. He studied the duo as they continuously positioned themselves in different way, no different than of pieces on a strategy board. While the one wielding the spear had the vantage point in weapons, the young man noticed the skill in how he utilized the blade, constantly being the one to put pressure and close the distance... heh.

It didn't matter, as there was one thing separating em' from yours truly.

They are knights, he is a hero.

"Heh, nothin' but amateurs, the lot of em'. Easy pickin's for a Warrior of Light!" Heh, yeah, no matter who won this duel, there was no way they were gonna bust past this guy! After all, heroes always win, especially heroes who are the chosen heroes of the crystal of course!

The young magi closed his eyes as he played with his imagination, with some difficulty isolating himself through the talk of the commoners and festival-goers alike... but eventually, he did make it! After all, nothing was impossible, especially if it was performed by yours truly.

As if by magic, the whole world faded away around him, his signature sword drawn, pointed directly at the nondescript opponent before him. With that said, he revolved his head to a lovely maiden who looked suspiciously similar to the Princess of Thorne. The man gave her a wink and then suddenly she started...

... graugh, blast this heat for taking away his realistic daydream! His eyes instantly fluttered open in tandem with the sound of clanging metal. The red mage groaned as a few sweat droplets formed around his temples. Man, he would kill to either drive this humid weather away or cast Aero right now!

Brushing the liquid away with one fell swoop of his gloved hand, wiping the side of his pants as he went back to observing the fight, watching the spear-users weapon get kicked away as the man with the sword rushed him down...

After this battle... well, there was no time like the present and honestly speaking, he wasn't sure how long this fight would last. Uttering an excuse me or pardon me every few seconds, Blaike decided the best course of action was to head to the area where contenders were set to enter the arena... of course, that means there would be a large tent filled with injured fighters... and possibly some hot white magi in there... possibly an amazonian hottie as well, eheh...

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Going against the tides of people that were constantly ebbing and flowing, he finally found much calmer shores upon identifying some guards stationed near a familiar tent. Of course, being the hero and the crystal's chosen, they were certain to recognize hi-

"Stop right thar, participants and white magi are only to be permitted beyond thees point; state yoor business."

Wha-, but, how could they not know that such a magnificent man such as himself was participating in this tournament (which he would obviously win in the end)? Well, guess it was up to him to inform the ignorant! Shooting his arm out, the hero immediately brought it straight back onto his chest, palm laying flat across the red garment. The younger of the two seemed to jump a little bit while the other, well... just didn't do anything except stare.

"My business? A magnificent specimen such as I is participating in this clash of power and grace, one who will rise to the top against the untempered competition, a-"

"I realleh wish y'all wouldn't wander 'round, makes it difficult to keep track'a who and what... name?"

Why, what a rude piece of work! Interrupting him mid-sentence, pah! How uncouth! Once the guard finished, he turned his head just a little to the right, lips curling downwards as he puffed up his chest, remarking with a slight hmph. "I am known far and wide, from the rolling foothills of Thorne to the moist forests of Dahlgren; grandson to a former hero of light, charmer across these two kingdoms," his other arm extended outwards at an angle as if plucking an apple from a lowly branch.

"I am the newest chosen by the crystal, Blaike Fremont," he boomed, rolling his protruded arms wrist in a circular fashion before snapping. The gruffer of the two was surprisingly unimpressed, scratching his behind as he let out a grunt. The much smaller one seemed to be eyeing the magi whilst gripping his blade.

My my, was he that imposing to this smaller folk? Probably it had to do with his affluent and yet so powerful aura! Returning to a much more comfy position, Blaike lowered both of his arms, pressing one against his hip as he tilted his head a little to the side.

"Oy, Seif', as' tha scribe t'see if he's on th' list of combatants," the gruffer one spoke up in his baritone voice, alerting his partner. While the young man was preparing to say something, his lip trembled as he looked between both men before shrugging and letting his hand off the blade.

"... awright sir, b'safe, I'll return in a jiffy!" With that said, the budding knight ran off, leaving the armored knight and flamboyant magi alone...

Well, guess he wanted to be the only one to bask in the light of the crystals chosen! Ha, he could understand the older mans plight and why he sent the youngling away! Trying to keep this moment all to himself... guess he was more refined than he s-

"So, yoor tha' one who is claimin' t'be one of the current warrior's 'f light."

... and more aware too. Mayhaps he had judged the knight too soon! "Of course my good man! It is more or less been a part of my blood for quite some time, though I will say the life of a hero is a difficult one," he nodded his head, letting out a sigh as he placed a hand onto his chest.

"Safeguarding the lives of others is a perilous task, as is monster hunting to ensure the roads remain safe for travelers and merchants alike, and the constant wave of false bearers dismissing my truthful discoveries, pah." Blaike spat the last portion out in disgust. The gruff guard just rolled his eyes, turning around briefly before returning his glazed gaze.

"Definitely coul'nt 'magine a laif like that..." The guard spoke in a lackadaisical manner, stifling a yawn as he continued interacting with the red draped guy. "So, w'th bein' a hero, guess ya got those fancy names, like lord or lady, I would say?"

"Aha, you mean accolades and titles my good man," his tone emanating a jovial nature as he raised a finger, smiling brightly at the plated guardian. Twirling his index around, he stared up into the clouds, appearing to be lost in thought.

"I've acquired a couple over the years... The Descendant of Light, The Wandering Magi-"

"The Delusional Red Farce."

Blaike heard what he murmured under his breath, pretending not to hear that. Inside, he was a mix of annoyance and disappointment after this whole conversation they had... eh, a miss this time...

"Yes, uhm, whatever you just said..."

In the next few moments, the other guard walked hurriedly towards his companion, returning to his post but not before addressing Blaike.

"You're on th' list Mr. Fremont, head into the tent. Some white mage's will call ya out where yer ready t'fight... so, uhm, g'luck."

A pleasant and expected result; of course someone as amazing as him was on the list of fighters, why wouldn't he be? Grasping the edge of his hat, he gave both fellows a light tip. "I 'ppreciate the thought, buuut I would say my opponent needs it more," he smirked, letting out a cocky smile as he gave thanks to the other for the small talk.

One step at a time, Blaike made his way past the guards, giving them little thought as he glanced at the tent, taking a swift right and brushed away the coverings and entered inside.

All that was left to do now was wait until they called him out. Of course, while the skirmished hadn't transpired, there was no way he was going to lose...

Heroes are the ones who always win after all.

[Zero Hex]

Wen Taihou

Thorne, airship docks

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"Ohohoho, practice is a road to mastery, yes, but improper practice is an excellent way to ruin development", Wen Sifu countered as he walked along, adjusting his glasses. The young kimuran noble was a nice kid, Taihou had expected his services as an instructor or bodyguard to be demanded outright, truth be told. It was, after all, the unspoken but very obvious primary reason the prince's family had allowed him into the ship at all. "My first lesson, then, would be to focus on building a strong foundation of your own. If you develop your own sword stroke so that you only need to use it once, is that not the same skill?".

Wen spoke to the youngster in earnest but at the same time he looked around and about, taking in the details. First time in Thorne, after all. He was an instructor and examiner for the Institute, technically a government official of sorts in Nanchuu, but he wasn't really important enough to be sent to the capital of the world. That honor was typically reserved for masters of a higher station. And speaking of his position, it wasn't the first time he was questioned about it and it wouldn't be the last. He had to admit to himself, however briefly and subconsciously, that he had let himself go of late. Not that it affected his skills any.

Smiling, he stroked his moustache and turned to the taller guard. Questioning what this pudgy, bespectacled man could know of the martial arts seemed like an entirely reasonable thought process. "Yes indeed. I am Sifu Wen Taihou, certified instructor and examiner of the Nanchuu Kingdom's Institute for Martial Studies. I represent the Monkey Fist of Three Peaks Valley", he saluted formally, right fist on left palm, at both Solt and Moggo. The Three Peaks area and its fighting skills were not well known even in the martial arts world, and Monkey Fist evoked images of acrobatic, energetic tomfoolery hardly suited for a man of Wen's girth.

The combination of a dubious origin and an ill-fitting school would likely ring plenty of alarm bells, even in spite of his verified position, but Wen Taihou's brutally conditioned hands lended some credence to his claims that there was more to him than a first glance would show.

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