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“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.” ― Nikola Tesla
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“I think and think for months and years. Ninety-nine times, the conclusion is false. The hundredth time I am right.” – Albert Einstein
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“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.” ― Rumi
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“Stand in the ashes of a trillion dead souls, and asks the ghosts if honor matters. The silence is your answer.” ― Javik
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@Double I'm here. Just chilling for the moment.



Armend Kinora ⚔


Armend gave Clara a knowing look. She was finally interested in him, no longer was she hiding behind that all business facade. It just took something unbelievable to grasp her attention. In this case, it was someone actually wanting to fight, Cyrus. He smiled then crossed his arms behind his head. "Well let's just say I like to discover my limits. Cyrus seems strong so why not fight him. Plus, in the process I'll get to see his moves up close."

"My turn. Has Cyrus ever been beaten? or is he your village's lone Hunter for a reason?"



Armend Kinora ⚔


Armend rubbed his chin. If Cyrus was as strong as Clara and his feats said, then he'd probably have unique skills to teach. That would be a big plus for him. His smile became crooked. "When can we head back? I'd love to ask him directly for those pointers."

"Maybe he'd take me out back and we can go toe-to-toe." The idea of him actually beating the man surfaced up. If he could do that then he would prove from the start that he was better. That he didn't need any of that.

Name: Beryl Vagrant
Role: SOLDIER 3
Location:Bone Village
Tag: @Karl Kadaver



The tune that wafted in his ears had inspired calm. It did very little to actually soothe him, not many could, but he listened anyway; if only to create a space separate from everyone else. There he emptied himself of any inner conflict. It was so easy to be thrust into that chaotic, hate-filled place. That place where The Lion roamed through the firestorm. Through the dead bodies and ghastly screams. He felt his eyebrows began to scrunch, the angst and anxiety fill up.

Then The Commander's voice rose from the background noise. He pulled out those thin, tiny headphones and let reality meld over him. It was exhausting pretending to be "okay" all the time. But his goals, ambitions, and happiness depended on it. Beryl sensed another's eyes on him. He looked in their direction, set that smile on his lips, and noticed a certain relief fill the SOLDIER's mako-eyes.
"Blue, you okay? you looked livid man. Like ready to tear the world apart upset."

Beryl pretended to be amused. "Was it that bad?

The man, whom was dressed typically nodded. "Yea... If you want to talk about it. We SOLDIERS aren't just comrades-in-arms. We're friends too."

You're killers! he screamed in his mind. Only to tilt his head ever-so-slightly downward, creating a lie wasn't nearly as easy as he once thought. "I was only thinking about the slop we have to eat later on. They can do so much better considering we're laying our lives on the line."

The man stared for a long moment. "What you don't like soup? Our meals are better than what the infantry is getting. You should be more grateful." His words weren't as stinging as they were meant to be, he had cheer infused into them. If that's the face you make thinking about food, I'd hate to see you on the battlefield. Anyway, got to go. The Commander wants these patrols done. She's such a hard-ass sometimes."

Beryl agreed. "Patrols? how tedious." he told himself. He sighed, fitted his helm on, then started off aimlessly, almost instinctively avoided crowds and other people.


@Holy Soldier I specified your queries in the last sentence of my limit-break.



Yon-Ging


Think,Yon! Think or this is the end for you! for everyone!

The worst part about the sinister storm that now shredded him up. Was its disguise. His earlier thoughts about the corrupt and now his likewise predicament had not escaped him. Even being diced up in the vortex, he found a way to smile. "Just another monster prancing about beautifully. A luring light within the darkness." He was prepared to dash through, to endure even larger lesions when an angel saved his life.

Jet black hair fell as he staggered to a knee. Heated blood drenched in places he had never been cut. To be honest, this "Marluxia" character would be only the fifth person to ever wound him. As the man came around to cut the woman down, a massive blade dropped to bar its path. The loud clash and subsequent burst of air was testament to their strength. Yon-Ging accessed his situation, there was too much happening, too many lives hanging in the balance for to go into depth. For now, all he knew was that the new arrivals were helping out. He could decide on whether they were speaking truths or not later.

He realized a silly moment too late that his sword was long in his hand, all he had was Vell's handgun. He looked at it through pain-eyes before standing to his feet. "You got it, Tifa. Cloud." He stepped forward, aimed down the sights of his weapon, and pulled the trigger twice more. Tifa and Cloud? Those two were fast, battle-hardened too. They'd take advantage of that gunfire.

One more bullet left, he thought, keeping his eye on Marluxia.



Armend Kinora ⚔


"You're all business aren't you?" commented Armend as he stashed his nitroshrooms in the chest as well. "Relax, Clara, I may be new to this whole Monster Hunting thing but I'm a quick learner. I'll pick up most of this along the way."

He strode forward and plopped down on a nearby stool, legs spread evenly apart, his arms resting on his thighs. "So, Cyrus is a pretty strong Hunter huh? I noticed he used Dual Blades too. Think he'll teach me a few things?"



Armend Kinora ⚔


Armend shrugged his shoulders indifferently. If he had to guess, it was most likely some grunt-work that Cyrus or the Elder either didn't have the time for or didn't want to do. He refrained from voicing those concerns, figuring Clara would know better than him about her wise-ones. Instead, he ran ahead of her, grinning a rather childish smile and spoke, "Let's race, Clara. Surely that roof-work hasn't taken all the fun out of you."

He rushed ahead, and if Clara was perceptive enough, she would notice the near-lack of sound coming from his sprint.
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