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 Posted: Thu Sep 26, 2013 12:53 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 27, 2013 10:26 am
● Sou-Ho ● Nebulous ● x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ The shrilling sound of cicadas was as persisting as the summer heat which had to come to Winhill Garden that summer. It was late evening now, and the halls that filled the classrooms and the lecture halls were all but empty; Only the warm, amber glow of the evening sun filling the halls. In the distance, one could just barely make out the sounds of voices. Young cadets spending their evening in leisure. Operatives returning home and coming across a friend they had not seen in some time. Instructors winding down for the evening. To Sou-Ho, this was the sound of his home.
Sou-Ho himself was seated at what had once been his desk. Pen in hand, and a notebook set before him as he scribbled and scrawled in a quick but precise handwriting, just as he had done long before. He was even dressed in the old, standard uniform for the instructors of Winhill Garden, when he was still an instructor. The military uniform of Winhill Garden, complete, even, with the weights he wore along the inside of the material of the jacket. It was... nostalgic to be wearing the uniform again, after so long. Perhaps almost as nostalgic as it was to be sitting here again, in the memory of the only home he had ever come to known, writing in his notebook as if he were back in the days when he was just an instructor. It was a similar notebook to what he had been carrying so very long ago, although for this notebook the cover was far less worn, and the ink which marked and stained the pages were fresh and new, the scent of ink still strong on each one. He was writing out instructions. In a way, it was almost his last will and testament. Although here, in this place, there was little sense to it. For once this was done and over with, they too would be forgotten.
There was a terrible sense of irony to it. Just before the group had arrived in Deling City, to confront the Sorceress Edea, Sou-Ho had spent the entire trip on the train from Winhill to Deling filling out similar notes. Instructions to the one who would, undoubtedly, be replacing him as his instructor. Even then he had known that he would not be going back to Winhill Garden, ever again. There had been a foreboding sense, that even if he had succeeded in his task, he would have been forced to leave the only home he had come to know. Regrettably, he never got the chance to pass on that notebook. It had remained on his person until the end, all notes and instructions included. But in the end, it seemed little was missed. His home was destroyed in the missile strike that followed, and was now the final grave and resting place of the man who was his last and only surviving family, and possibly the hundreds of people whom had been unable to get to safety.
Even so, he continued to write. He had never liked to spend his time idle, and even in death, with all of the time in the world, this was true. And plus, writing helped him focus his thoughts.
When he was finished, he sighed deeply. Clicking the pen so the head disappeared, and setting it the side of the notebook he gently closed. It was done. Picking it up, he slipped it within a compartment within his jacket, made specifically for carrying his notebooks. Picking up a sword, which was propped up against his desk, he pushed back his chair and stood; weapon gripped in his hand, and his surviving eye turning toward the door of the classroom. And as he strode for the exit of the classroom, his expression shifted from the calm sadness he had been expressing before, to the grim determination he had adopted now.
He was ready to begin. ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Level: 24
Health: 2640
Magic: Blizzard (10) | Blizzara (10) | Blizzaga (7) | Haste (3) | Slow (3) | Protect (3) | Shell (3) | Reflect (2) | Esuna (2) | Cure (2) Junctions: Seiryuu (6000/6000), Suzaku (1500/1500)Soundtrack: n/a
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Posted: Tue Oct 01, 2013 7:07 pm
The Moomba: Momo
Name: Momo Location: IDUNNO
Level: Fifteen Health: 1650
Status: Awesome.
Magic: ???? x4 ???? x4 ???? x2
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It was a strong symbol. The fiery mane of the Moomba playing freely in the wind, as it stood, strong and proud, giving it's speech on why Human's could be more then human. On being a Moomba, or Shumi, or even Tonberry! On Aspiring to be more then just a human, to reach out to others around and communicate, or at least be cool and knowledgeable. Or something along those lines. He didn't think entirely that far ahead, just that just because you were humans, it didn't mean you have to be! If anything Tonton had taught him that.
Just like just because talking wasn't natural for him, doesn't mean he couldn't be a good singer! It was all a foul headstate to get a person down, and he, had done his part in fighting against this foul affliction. Still, as the fan was shut off, ending the billowing breeze that made his manly mane free from gravity, he hopped off of the teacher's desk. Honestly, he was ready, but now that he had gotten that out of his system, well, he could freely go about his business.
Busting out of his classroom, he waved his arms as he looked back and forth down the hallway. He wasn't late, was he?
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Posted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 9:32 pm
● Sou-Ho ● Nebulous ● x x x x x x x x x x x x x x
▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Sou-Ho turned slowly, eyes judging as he examined the moomba that waved it's arms wildly down the hall. 'So, this creature is my opponent, then?' And only a moomba at that. It seemed an oddity that of all the creatures that the arena could have deployed against him, they would choose a moomba. With the exception of their oversized claws and sharp fangs, they hardly posed much of a threat. They were generally benign creatures, and their role in most human societies as laborors and slaves was certainly something to go off of.
Nonetheless, Sou-Ho lifted his sword to his waist, and hovered his hand over the hilt. An opponent was an opponent, and the sooner this match ended the sooner they could advance to the next round and encounter something capable of speech and with opposable thumbs. He made no move on his part to introduce himself, the action seeming like a waste on the creature. Instead, when he opened his mouth, rather than giving his name, as he might have done in the past, he said a single word: "Blizzard."
As soon as he had spoken the word, a boulder sized block of ice erupted upwards from the ground, just beneath the moomba's feet. Whether it launched the creature into the air, or it leapt forward in order to escape the attack, a second structure of ice appeared just in front of where the first one spawned, for the sole purpose of catching the creature. But where the first blizzard spell had merely been a large chunk of ice, meant to catch the moomba off-guard and force it to leap forward, the second had been tactically been shaped to take the form of numerous lethal spikes, and was placed in such a way that when the moomba jumped, it would leap right into it. ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ Level: 24
Health: 2640
Magic: Blizzard (9) | Blizzara (10) | Blizzaga (7) | Haste (3) | Slow (3) | Protect (3) | Shell (3) | Reflect (2) | Esuna (2) | Cure (2) Junctions: Seiryuu (6000/6000), Suzaku (1500/1500)Soundtrack: n/a
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Posted: Mon Oct 21, 2013 8:11 pm
The Moomba: Momo
Name: Momo The Monster Location: IDUNNOSTILL
Level: Fifteen Health: 1,500
Status: Still Awesome.
Magic: Meltdown x4 Drain x4 Blind x2
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Boring. Though the Moomba, hearing the spell 'Blizzard' being announced, he had a good sort of what kind of opponent he was. The boring kind. Too busy, too serious to even enjoy what he was doing. What was the point then, besides simply to join a tourney to 'win'. That was the saddest reason of all, in this creatures thoughts. Skipping to the left after he heard the spell being muttered, he was quite spry to at least hop away from the voice, though unfortunately, he wasn't spry enough to avoid the blizzard coming up from beneath him entirely. It brought his back right foot up and made the little Moomba topple over.
Though, fortunately, he was more then capable enough to recover and bring himself into a running starter, though it was away from his aggressor. If serious was about all this opponent could manage, well, Momo assumed he didn't have much choice to actually enjoy the fight, but simply to finish it so he could get to the next one. Hopefully, more joyful then this one. A fight was a fight though, and keeping his attention focused on the now instead of to be, he slowed as he reached the end of the hallway, using his speed and agility to use the walls to easily turn around without losing much speed. Now, he was heading back down the length of the hallway, with Sou-Ho as his target.
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