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 Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 2:12 pm
 ...Injured with pain and sadness, the you that cannot be healed
Shoulder the burden of the past that cannot be erased; don't throw away your will to live...[ X ][ O ]Blossom[ O ][ X ] →The run to the Guard barracks was a rather short one, thankfully; enough time spent within Eyris had given Blossom at least a vague familiarity with the layout of its streets, as well as the alleyways. A few shortcuts later, as well as cutting through someone's backyard (Hey, she never noticed, so no harm was done... she could hang her laundry back up easily, right?), Blossom skidded to a halt in front of the barracks. A spray of snow kicked up before her feet, landing... right in the face of a man standing outside.
"S-Sorry! I didn't mean to!" Blossom apologized, holding her hands up, as if to ward off his anger. The man blinked, studied the shorter girl, then carefully wiped his face clean.
"Don't worry about it," he murmured, perfectly calm. He watched Blossom adjust her clothes over her figure, smoothing out her vest and rolling back down the sleeves of her shirt, then hooked his thumb back at the door behind him. "If you're here to suit up, go ahead in. I'm just getting a breather from all of the noise inside."
Blossom nodded energetically and hurried on in, one hand holding down the pageboy cap she had miraculously managed to keep on her head. She paused when she saw all of the activity, men and women--mostly men, it seemed, at least to her--rushing back and forth, shouting over the clangs of metal striking metal, the clicking of clasps and buckles being fastened, women pulling their hair back or disappearing behind curtained doorways to change into uniform, and suddenly Blossom was uncertain of where to go or what to do next. She stood quietly near the doorway, trying to locate some sort of helpful sign.
Who knew, maybe there would be a sign up on the wall, reading "New people, go this way!" or perhaps someone would help her. Either way, she rubbed the back of her neck in silence, trying to find some order in the chaos.←  You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . your different Life?XXX
You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . though, we cannot returnXXXLike in times of warped memories, we can understand somedayXXX[[Just sort of... made a bit up about how things are going inside. And the dude is just a random NPC dude, no one important, if you have big issue with him I'll remove him. And hopefully Vaida doesn't mind me trying to give Blossom somewhere to go by establishing a room of this place. ^^"]]
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 2:31 pm
 →→→→→→The hands I'd kept clean→→→→→→Now look dirty→→→→→→Before I can doubt my memories→→→→→→My memories are doubting me...It hadn't taken much effort to get Loch over to the barracks. He was a relatively lightweight dude--even with the amount of physical activity he got, herons weren't exactly built to get very muscular, so while she had something to appreciate, it meant he wasn't that heavy. Bird laguz didn't seem built to get very muscular, anyway. Well, except for the hawk laguz. Annis could remember this one time when she was younger, after the Hawk King and his loyal aides had visited Serenes Forest, and she--
Oh yeah, getting to the barracks.
Annis slowed to a stop in front of the Guard house, Loch's hand still held firmly in hers. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders and rested her arm against his, looking over at the building in curiosity. "So do we just... waltz in, or do we wait for someone to escort us in? Do I need to find us someone to show us where to go?" Annis hesitated. What was protocol for this?
She paused. Wait, what did she care about protocol? This was a drastic situation, soldier, and protocol could go sit in a corner and be ignored while serious s**t went down.
Annis grinned at Loch. "Shall we go in, kind sir?" she said, and she gestured for him to enter before her.
Wait, who was the gentleman in this relationship?  We're mirrors, both of us←←←←←←
Reflecting each other's karma←←←←←←
Our dirty hands will touch←←←←←←
And we'll know its shape...←←←←←←
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 2:56 pm
 "You can't blame yourself. Blaming yourself and falling into depression, it won't change anything.
You have to look →forward→. Remember what you have here now.
Just think; if you hadn't come here, you wouldn't have met anyone here from Elibe or anywhere else!" {Amelia}The Watch barracks, pleasantly enough, had been way on the other side of town from where Amelia was presently. The Guard barracks, likewise, were located fairly distant from the Watch barracks. Lovely. "At least I'm getting some exercise out of all of this," she muttered as she shed her jacket within the relative warmth of the barracks. They were actually pretty empty at this time of day, especially given the circumstances; most everyone was either off on patrol, doing some other job, or off to report to the Guard barracks. Amelia relished in the sort-of privacy while she stepped into a side room.
Changing out of her streetclothes and into battle-worthy wear was the simple part. Getting into her armor wasn't, and she tackled it one piece at a time. Literally. Wearing her boots, black leggings, and a white shirt, she moved from the bottom up, finishing after some minutes. Greaves over her shins; pauldrons over her hips, secured in place with belts; shoulderguards over either shoulder; her chestplate, buffed to a shine; and finally her gauntlets, clasped tight over her forearms. Amelia smoothed her hair away from her face, flexing her fingers in her gloves.
Her movements were silent as she went to the wall and removed a quiver, carefully clasping its belt against her hip, angled to rest where it wouldn't get in the way of her pauldron but still be reachable. She hooked a Iron Bow against it, vaguely wishing she had trained more with that Steel Bow to use it properly as she got a Killer Spear from the wall. She held it loosely in her left hand, trailing rope wound once around her palm.
Amelia exited the Watch barracks quietly, trying to remember where the Guard barracks were. She didn't make trips very frequently over there, what with not actually being employed in that location. Amelia adjusted her grip on her spear, holding it now in both hands. A little more comfortable that way, more familiar.
I can do it this time. No more getting beaten up and thrown aside.
With that, armor clanking quietly over the sounds in the streets, Amelia started at a quick jog down the sidewalk, heading for the Guard's headquarters. {Graceful Spear}  "What... I mean is... Being a member of the holy order doesn't mean you can't put your own wants first sometimes. The goddess is supposed to be all‑forgiving, right? You've worked hard and you deserve to do some things that make you happy.
I think she'd forgive you for it." [[TECHNICAL TRIPLE-POST GO]]
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 3:01 pm
I've been blessed with the gifts of the gifts of the
Lady Saint, so show me some respect! It's not
every day you find a rarity like me.₪Victoria₪  The message carried through the streets of Eyris with great haste, with the words 'war in Estarcia', 'strange invaders', and 'showing Learania's virtues' all became commonplace in conversations. Victoria got the notice, and was caught between two of the main conflicting sides when it came to this notice. There were the people who said that Learania was supposed to help to show a moral duty to a nation in need, while others said that they didn't deserve it, due to all the struggles and disasters that Learania had to face alone without Estarcia's help.
Agreeing with both sides of the argument made it very hard to choose whom to believe. However, Victoria wouldn't allow some foolish bickering over whom needed help and whom didn't stop her from doing the duty she was bound to by the Lady Saint, Elimine. She was given the gifts of light magic and staves to help people. It didn't matter what nations they were from or what their history was, if people were in trouble, bishos were suppose to come to the rescue.
Victoria would not go and soil the names of holy men and women just because she might have agreed with some of the whispers of Estarcia being full of pompous, stuck-up nobility. The bishop had to be optimistic about going off into the warzone she was called to. Helping them would motivate the Estarcians to lend Learanians a hand in the future: to give respect meant receiving it after all. With her head held high, and all the necessary staves (along with Luce and the forged Divine), Victoria arrived where the Guard and FEF were assembling an army.
"No matter what happens, I must use my holy blessings to save who I can." ΘжElmine's LightжΘ
If you are my ally, fear not, for healing is
on your way! If you're my enemy, you'll
be purged, and dead you shall stay.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 3:08 pm
 Elly had left Tristai back in the market, leaving the ranger to stand there in thoughts as the sniper willingly decided to travel to Estarcia with a few groups...maybe that wasn't so smart sure, but hey. She's not completly useless. She had returned back to their apartment to get things ready, her bows(Steel bow and Grace), quiver, the necessities that she needed for battle and a few elixer bottles. Elly somehow managed to find her way to the guard's barracks...though much to her fear, this place would most likely be crawling with men. She cringed, moving toward the back of the wall and stood there for a moment. Pray to all the goddess and gods she knew if there was at least. one. thing. to keep her assured about her brother. For a moment the sniper felt like she had a brother complex..but that wasn't it.. noo, of course not. Surely this time she would be on her own..besides the others that are going to come, Elhaym didn't have her teacher or her brother to watch over her during this battle. This was going to be all her.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 3:57 pm
I ain't gonna give in, no matter how
hard the fight before me looks to be!>x-{Leon}-x<  Today was supposed to be another day in the Watch House for Leon. When he suited himself up in his trademark black armor and purple cape, he expected to ride Anri through another day that was considered usual for the Eyris City Watch. This usually was tied to the supernatural in some way, so sometimes, getting out of bed became something that the young man was reluctant to do. When he thought of his beloved comrades though, those thoughts vanished quickly. They were his family, he'd do anything for them, even if it meant facing what horrors plagued his fair city as of late.
Anri was joyful, far more so than his master. No one understood what it meant to be a mount in Eyris City, it usually meant being tied up all the time and expecting to wait for hours upon hours in hopes that your master didn't drink himself silly. Being on duty was what made Anri more tolerable, as he too was a knight, a four-legged, armored, battle hardened knight who just didn't know how to speak human tongue. If Anri were a person though, he would have many stories to tell of his and Leon's adventures. Maybe this ride he was taking the Lieutenant on would add yet another story in the young man's record book.
What Leon came to see next though was something that even the viewer of the supernatural didn't expect at all. He had gone to his office to jot down the records at his normal (but fast) pace, when there had been a notice there by the Eyris Guard. Men and women whom could bear arms and staves were asked to come to the aid of a force going to Estarcia, as they were ambushed and in need of reinforcements. Of all things Leon ever imagined, he never thought that the Watch would actually be called to go to war. They were a group of citizen soldiers: people who fought for the city. They didn't go against a regular army, but now were being thought of it. "Them Estarcian's musta been mighty desp'rate, or maybe we're just tha' good!"
Choosing to be optimistic and believe the latter, Leon found himself riding Anri just moments later to the Eyris Guard post. He knew the place well from being in regular contact with Needles, the sniper that him and his other comrades once fought alongside not too long ago. He looked around, wondering if he could see anyone he knew at all. There was Amelia... but would Ghis and the others show up too? Only fate and time would tell.
>≡{Watch Lieutenant}≡< If ya just believe, then even if the world is
torn asunder, yer gonna seize victory!
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 4:12 pm
Regardless of the answer the wyvern Guard girl gave him, Roy had already made his way to the meeting place. He had made a quick stop at home to pick up the Flame Sword earlier, then rushed to the secret shop to pick up a stat booster for someone who really needed it, should they run into some complications. It wasn't long before he made a stop at a regular shop to pick up an elixir and a regular armory to grab a Steel Sword. Oh, and he left a message on Mel's door, saying that he was sorry he couldn't get there on time, and if he was needed, he was with the others going to Estarcia.
Items in check, he made his way over to the Guard house, where he could see others already gathering. There was Blossom and Leon from the Watch, a Raven girl with a Heron, Victoria and Elly.
He gave them all a greeting before he took a spot against one of the walls to wait for orders.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 4:19 pm
♥ Super Awesome Ostian Noble Lady ♥
Ostians were very smart. Oh, yes, and very perceptive, too. And so, with these two facts in mind, Serra had taken it upon herself to bestow the honor of her careful eye and undoubted wisdom on all of these poor soldiers! Truly they would feel honored by her very presence, and hold her in reverence for even considering to spend her time with them, making sure they were prepared for battle! Without a inkling of a doubt, she knew that the only reason why they were avoiding eye contact with her (throughout her entire inspection of the camp, no less!) was so that she could do her job with no interruptions. It was really quite sweet of them, to think of her so highly!
Yes, yes. Noble ladies did get all the perks.
"You, there! Yes, you! Stand up straighter, and polish that shield! You don't want to go in look like some rough and tumble farmer, do you? There you go! Aren't you happy I came by? Ta ta!" Letting loose her spiel on a poor squire that didn't even have a place in combat, she nevertheless felt no qualms about giving the irresponsible young boy a light tongue lashing. It certainly felt good, to be the woman in charge!
She only had her Heal staff on her, and a Light tome in her robes- what need was there for anything else? Her super magical powers were more than sufficient to heal the most dire of wounds with a mere Heal, and no one dared attack a noble woman in battle! If they did... well, a good Light to the face never hurt. Or, rather, it did. It just didn't hurt her. And while they were off flailing their swords or axes like blind children, she could chide and scold to her heart's content until the victim downright screamed for her to stop...
Bzzt!
Woman's intuition kicked in, suddenly. There was just an innate feeling of wrongness about (war preparations aside), and she turned swiftly to where it was coming from. Amelia had stepped forward from the Watch barracks ever so lightly, but no one escaped the skilled eyes of Serra of Ostia! Curious and intrigued, Serra walked in a semi-stealthy manner towards her intended quarry (or, rather, as stealthy as a woman with pink hair could possibly make herself) and pretended that it was perfectly natural for her to sidle up beside the General and grin.
"Ameliaaaaaaaaaa~! Oh, Amelia dear, where are you going?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 4:45 pm
Well what so bad about a little coin toss now and then?
The Tempest King Ahhh come on. Live a little! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ I'm betting my happiness life on this one Loping through the streets came Joshua, with a steel sword at his hip stuffed hastily into his sash underneath his jacket, the naked blade made a light slapping sound as he jogged towards the Guard HQ. He had taken the time to grab his travelling gear from his house as well, a few lucky (rigged) coins, his marked deck of cards, a personal canteen and a piece of paper with a few names written on it, these items resided within various pockets on his person but the piece of paper had a special holder, it was folded up and pinned to the inside of his hat he really didn’t want to lose it….. Or else what he was planning might not work. The swordmaster soon came upon a familiar sight, the blonde general he'd fought alongside during the war... she was with a pink haired woman he didn't recognize, assuming that because Amelia was wearing her armour that she would be going to war as well and that it might be good to catch up on old times, he fell into step beside her, he didn't say anything right away but just looked down at the pair of shorter women and nodded his head, they looked like they were having a conversation so he'd just wait his turn to ask how she was doing. Instead his thoughts turned to other things.... he was getting what he called The Itch again, this happened anytime he had gone for too long without a gamble or a sword fight.... Joshua was looking forward to this. You met some interesting people in a war.... people you could learn things from. C’est la vie, -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tell you what, We'll flip on it, Heads, I win Tails, you lose DIE
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 5:17 pm
 The Hawk King was tired. And chilly. The kitchen was blazing hot, so the walk home was the sort where the sweat lingering on your skin gets icy and freezes you to the bone.
It had been that kind of day. But satisfying. And now that he had a few chefs working under him, he could actually take afternoons and evenings off, leave things in their hands, and know that nothing would explode or spontaneously rot in his absence.
Which he frequently worried about when he thought of Ayra hungry and looking for dinner.
His wings flared a bit, then folded as he turned a corner into the corridor full of people. He grunted softly, turning to skirt around soldiers. "Something happen? I didn't think I'd see you until we met for drinks." he inquired of the first recognizable face he saw-- or rather, first recognizable head of hair, a mop of blonde. He sidled up behind Amelia, only to discover, much to his chagrin, another recognizable face, with an even more distinct hairdo. "Oh... hey, Serra," he sighed, bracing himself for the squeal to come.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 5:56 pm
When Ashnard heard about this new threat, he immediately took up arms. Not because he wanted to save or protect anyone, but because these new guys were going to ruin his plans for world domination. The Mad King swore to annihilate any threats, foreign or domestic. He would rule this land some day.
However, Ashnard somehow lost his disloyal mount. Although he preferred riding a dragon into battle, for obvious tactical and strategic reasons, he was a master at ground combat too.
However, because the armor he wore was riding armor, he had to shed that for something a little lighter.. And the Gurgurant would be just too unwieldy without his wyvern's momentum to help swing it, even with Ashnard's strength.
So off he went to the Guard's barracks to suit up and grab a sword and axe.
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 6:23 pm
It hadn't taken Charice terribly long to find Ghis--he was, in fact, patrolling along his route as he was supposed to be. Having better coordination as to who took what patrols helped the matter considerably.
As for Ghis, his decision had been quick. "They asked us tae fight wi' 'em? Tha's a first. Bu' it'd be a bad idea tae let yer army go undermanned."
And so on and so forth, yadda yadda yadda, and Ghis and the Watch crew showed up with some generics.
Oh, and Ghis put in a call for "Fireman", so Jin showed up.
But not Rhys. Rhys figured he should stay since his wife wasn't going. Boy, is he in for one sick joke when he returns to the FEF manor to find Amelia left! biggrin
(Sorry, gotta run. NO FANCY POST 4 JOO)
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 6:38 pm
Its not my fault your such a moron
Derrin, Does Not Play Well With Others Just leave me alone ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Derrin's anger had nearly melted the snow off of his face and he was about to start searching for the fool who had sneezed on him and do terrible terrible things to him, when a welcome distraction had been heard,
"Oh good, a war is the perfect thing to calm me down." He said to the air turning on his heel and heading towards the Guard barracks, "Besides I can ask one of those Guardsmen if they've seen Jaren....."
It didn't take long for the grouchy mage to reach his destination, he already had his Fire and Thunder tomes.... what more did he (have) need, along with the fire-proof cloak he was wearing he was set and had no need to collect any gear from the barracks or to go home and get something….. Besides he for some reason hadn’t wanted to go home lately….. It seemed empty.
So with nothing to do Derrin wandered the area waiting for something to happen, as usual he was lost in mutterings to himself and so wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings or the people around him....
Without Jaren around Derrin knew nobody.... and therefore had nobody to talk to... along with the fact that he basically snarled at anyone who did wasn't helping his social issues... so as of late he'd become even more irritable and introverted, and had also taken up the habit of talking to himself.
Although the mage would never admit it he was lost without Jaren.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Feh, How annoying. Magic is my life, my soul, my heart
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 7:20 pm
Okay, so a pre-post "thing". So, Arashe was in the Hostess Club, 'cause I say so. He just wasn't noticeable because I was posting in multiple spots at once he was really busy. Yeah. So, without further ado... Or something...
Arashe, like Blossom, managed to hear the call to arms. Plus, there were the distracting clangs and clatters of that hideous bell. Arashe shuddered, trying to remove the sound from his ears. He didn't like it very much. The man followed Blossom's lead, and made his way towards the exit, only giving Aruna a slight nod and smile as he left. Chances are, most of their patrons would end up leaving, anyway, so things wouldn't be in too bad shape, right?
The moment he broke past the door, Arashe only walked calmly but briskly, until he'd made it surely past where anyone could see him from the inside of the Hostess Club. As soon as he was out of sight, he nearly burst into a sprint. He always had such a knack for missing out on all of the big fights! He wouldn't be the standard for archery anymore, if he never got a chance to do anything with it!
So, Arashe soon made his way to his abode of undetermined nature or location, giving me the kick in the pants to come up with something. It was... a small villa on the richer side of town, I'd say. Small enough for him to live in, and few a few guests to be rather comfortable for at least one day. Hardly anything more than a bachelor pad, though. Arashe unlocked the door, bolted up the stairs, and ran into his personal armory. Basically, it had a few quivers, his bows, and a mirror, to see how he'd look with each one.
After a bit of contemplating, Arashe settled on two bows: the Ichival, and the Killer Bow. Those raucous recruiters said Estarcia. And from what Arashe had picked up about the other countries, Estarcia was a country of pureblooded, high-class nobles, just like him. The chance to get them in his, or just Learania's, debt was too good to pass up. He'd been too long without the presence of other proper nobles. Not that the Crew were bad at playing the part, but it just wasn't the same.
Arashe took an extra moment to remove the strings on each of the two bows, placing them in a small satchel on his belt. It would be far too difficult to carry two stringed bows on his person, and be able to fight. Sadly, no matter how he tried, the Ichival was still stiff like a pole, even with the string gone. Arashe decided that nothing could be done about it, and simply attached both bows to his belt as well. On his left hip was his Stiletto dagger, directly next to the Killer Bow. He took a brief glance into the mirror, and saw that he was indeed up to par, in terms of appearance.
With a slight sigh, he left his abode, re-locking the door as he returned to the outside world. The Ranger looked up towards the sky, a frown coming to his face as he saw a boring, cloudy sky. He sighed again, and made haste towards the castle. It wasn't hard to find the group, though, since so many odd colors of hair, wings, and the like were hard to miss. Arashe decided to stay at the back of the group, and simply take in the surroundings. He wanted to know just who he would be fighting with, after all...
(( Hate this post, too. ))
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2010 7:39 pm
"You can't blame yourself. Blaming yourself and falling into depression, it won't change anything.
You have to look →forward→. Remember what you have here now.
Just think; if you hadn't come here, you wouldn't have met anyone here from Elibe or anywhere else!" {Amelia}Amelia was well keeping to herself as she headed down the road, feeling a little more confident now that she could hear the clanking of her armor. It was a familiar sound, one that gave her a little bit more confidence. Now all she had to do was get to the Guard barracks, and they'd relay her the orders for her to follow, and--
"Ameliaaaaaaaaaa~! Oh, Amelia dear, where are you going?"
Gyah! Amelia startled and literally dropped her spear into the snow, watching it kick up a tiny little spray of powder. She knelt down and picked the weapon back up, brushing the fluff away from the shaft and spearhead. "O-Oh, Serra! Goodness, I didn't... expect to see you there, how are you doing?" the General asked with a sunny smile.
Just redirect her, she won't keep asking questions.
"I really must be going, though, I'm very sorry, so--"
"Something happen? I didn't think I'd see you until we met for drinks."
Amelia smiled a little up at Tibarn, suddenly feeling quite short and quite small. Goddess, this is not going well. Amelia shifted her grip on her spear and looked away from him for a brief second, watching a bird fluttering away in the distance. "Ah... no, nothing happened. I'm just... off to respond to the call to get to the Guard barracks. Just like a lot of other people. Gotta do your part, right?" Amelia smiled warmly in an attempt to shift Tibarn's disposition to something more cheerful. If she did, she could maybe lose herself in the crowd.
"As I was saying to Serra, though, ah... I ought to keep moving. Can't get left behind." Amelia grinned at the Hawk King, hesitated a moment.
A second later, she had darted into the crowd, weaving her way through to blend in with the crowd, for once thankful to be relatively short. {Graceful Spear} "What... I mean is... Being a member of the holy order doesn't mean you can't put your own wants first sometimes. The goddess is supposed to be all‑forgiving, right? You've worked hard and you deserve to do some things that make you happy.
I think she'd forgive you for it."
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