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Okay this idea might be incredibly stupid, I don't care- I just wanna RP again lol and I'm too lazy to catch up with the remaining RPs.

It is well known that the Christmas holiday both requires and generates a vast amount of magical power. The 'Christmas Spirit' however, plays the part of cancelling out the evil spirits in Gaia more than people might realize.

Raw miracles are in greater abundance during Christmas for one thing, and the power of White Magic is also enhanced. Also, little kids feel a special kind of wonder during Christmas that unfortunately decreases with age but it is still necessary at this time to always have symbols of innocence and peace in the world.

It's a bit subtle and not always bright, but Christmas magic allows the year to end in a more or less 'good' way for most people. Even if people had a sucky year, the family togetherness makes it seem like they didn't, or it deluded themselves into thinking that it wasn't all -THAT- bad for them. Yes, Christmas does indeed play a special part of balancing all that is 'Gaia.'

That is, until one year, when the legendary SCARLET decides to have a little fun.

Scarlet: OH DON'T GIVE ME THAT LOOK, BITCHES- YOU KNEW I WAS COMIN!' (cont.d on next post)

Dana. Age: 27. Birthplace: Rotunda Port (A beach-like village on the coastlines of Gaia) Most moogles actually live in urban-y areas though.

Dana is a tiny and adorable Moogle. She's small in stature, but she's also very powerful. She's also a viscious warrior and frequently wields weapons that are like, four times bigger than she is. Dana is well-known as a 'protector of the weak' or 'helper of the helpless' and is a bit of a hero. She can be haughty and a bit self-righteous, and some of her motives seem very selfish in nature. (she creates a lot of self-fullfilling prophecies in her head.) Of course, her natural personality is going to conflict with that of Scarlet's.

She frequently likes to coo and coddle people she feels the urge to defend. This can seem patronizing to others sometimes, but she WILL defend them greatly. Likewise, she'll treat the 'Scarlets' of the world very harshly and with much-deserved brute force.

Arc - well you all already know Arc!

(these are the two characters I'll be playing)

(Oh and btw, this world isn't really connected to Crystals of Brathmire, think of it is an 'alternate reality' of sorts. When Scarlet banishes the Crystal of Winter to another plane, we could possibly connect the two during a later RP? But yeah just think of it is as a kind of side-plot. Arc knows who Scarlet is though, but hasn't had much contact with her.)

(do I have to post a bio? gonk ))

(wingless that's fine...and I completely understand lol just make sure everyone tries to follow the story as close as possible. ^^)

Arc got a painful premonition....and woke up in a cold sweat. It was so painful, like some unknown force ripping the entire world in half as if it were as thin as pink paper.

Arc got up....and he somehow just knew it was time for another journey. "My dream...I saw five faces flashing in front of me." As a White Mage, Arc was forced to get to know everyone in the community of Arcadia on a superficial basis, even if he didn't necessarily want to, so he already knew whom to seek out. It was Fate that he would become a White Mage Elder someday, and he might even get to rule the entire city. But that wasn't really important to Arc. He wanted more than anything to find 'true love' as silly and hopeless as that could be. He didn't care about power, because he had so many people kissing his a** for so long throughout his life. Compliments didn't have much effect on him anymore, and he longed for someplace else. Sometimes he even put himself in situations where he'd feel embarrassed on purpose, just for the change of pace.

It was too peaceful here, too quiet. It was time to go out and see the world.

The Religious were allowed everywhere in town, they could even walk in places uninvinted at any hour of the day, although MOST were much too respectful for that. But White Mages were honored greatly around the world, and he merely had to wear his white robes and he'd be welcome inside any place. Even the uppity part of the city, where he only half-liked.

Arc, feeling dangerous for some reason, didn't knock, and used his title as an excuse to simply open the two wide doors of Ray's mansion. "Uh...is Ray home?" Arc asked quietly to the Butler. The place literally reeked of money.

(OOC: THE SUICIDE RATE DOES NOT TRIPLE DURING THE HOLIDAYS, btw...that's a myth. Most suicide happens in summer! WINTER IS A MAGICAL, FUN PLACE!!! XD)

Looking extremely out of place, Jakt stumbled through the city, feeling horrendously exposed. He slunk through crowds of people, avoiding eye contact, but constantly searching at the same time.

Suddenly, his eyes lit upon a small apple on the ground, slightly bruised but still edible. Barely restraining a crow of delight, he snatched it up and bit into it with delight.

An old woman shuffled up to him. "Food for an old woman?" she queried, poking him in the back sharply.

Jakt groaned mentally. Not now, he thought, forcing his face to stay blank. "I'm sorry," he apologized in the most sincere voice he could muster, turning to face the woman, "I'm all out of food. I gave it, and my coat, to the last old woman I met."

The old woman's eyes glinted wickedly, trying desperately to restrain a smile. "None at all?" she taunted, her voice growing suspiciously less old. Her eyes found the apple Jakt was holding behind his back and her smile grew.

Realizing he was beaten, Jakt resignedly handed the fruit over to the woman. "My apologies," he said in a husky voice, "please accept this. It's all I have."

Her face contorting terribly, she snatched the apple from him. "One day," she snarled, "you're going to get too hungry to refuse me. And then I'll get you."

"Undoubtedly," Jakt said with a sardonic grin, his voice very low, "but at least then I'll get a decent meal. Good fortune on all your travels."

Her face contorted with fury, the old woman vanished in a puff of smoke, muttering to herself angrily as she disappeared.

Shrugging, Jakt continued walking, his eyes out for anymore food. "Fairies," he muttered, running a hand through his straw-like hair, trying to ignore his growling stomach.

Rai touched the face of the angel slightly with flame, the face becoming a perfect likeness of Lydia's. she sighed, not wishing to argue once more over this point, and the figure crumbled into light flakes of snow.
"Let's head back."

Ray looked at Arc with an awkward expression, one of confusion and slight fear, though this was just for show, for secretly she was ecstatic, until the thought of her parents crossed her mind. Few knew of her secret, not even her mage friend unless he’d seen it in his vision, though he must have been keeping it a very good secret for she couldn’t tell. She brushed bangs from her face and with a sigh took out the loose, falling apart bun and let her hair fall about to just past her waist. “I... I’ll see what I can do. I doubt my parents would let me travel out there, even with a plea from a white mage.” If he thought of it, it was quite clear why. She was the only child to an enormous fortune, and in reality the fortune was her mothers, and her mother couldn’t give birth to another child without losing her life. It’s why she was caged up in the high-class society.

With a short pause and her eyes upon the ground during that time, her gaze rose to Arc. She’d formulated a plan in those few seconds. She whispered. “I’ll meet you at the church. Now hurry off and find the others.” And then she spoke quite clearly. “I’m sorry but I don’t believe I can go with you, though I wish you the best of luck with your task.” She kissed him on the cheek in her friendly manner and ran off up the stairs. She would have to do this right if it would happen at all.

Arc nodded at Ray lovingly. He could tell she really wanted to come, and having that desire made all the difference. He only hoped that his other two comrades would be this easy.

Arc ventured in the homeless part of Arcadia. What a stark constrat, Arc thought as he did his best to avoid eye contact with the various thugs. If he smiled at them in a friendly manner, like he wished to, most of them would take it as an act of condescenion and rip him in pieces. He couldn't really blame them. It was just their lifestyle. It was the only thing they knew.

The White Mage saw Lydia and Rai, sleeping soundly inside a cardboard box. He kicked them gently. "Wake up you two" he whispered.