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@VilageidiotxIt's funny because I've been in Casual and people have told me when I'm really in the mood, I should be in advanced.
And I'm in advanced. (In the Feral group. Long going rp.)

And there is a Poster or two.... not saying names.
Who do these bigass post, but no real details to them. Like they are just trying to find words to needlessly stretch something to a point where it makes less sense.

And then some details are phrased so vaguely, to where ambiguity does not even share a bed with the writing.
It is like just two people too.

(Not going into the Mary Sue's. Truth is advanced really isn't all that advanced, it is just people basically wearing a moniker to feel like they are above by adding detail that does not function just to fill a void because they have nothing better to do, not even author quality.)

Me reading a lot of "Advanced" post.

Voices were heard from the stranger- He leaned against the door without making a sound.
Some upstanding people I see... Rather than call them out, he merely listened in a bit.

One of the voices sounded familiar- just masked a bit, and this bothered him. He was not one for being stalked or followed.
Hmm... Sounds like two yuppies speaking, except one seems spooked... I bet it was the radio conversation he was listening to... It has to be a "he" based on the voice. I can always rest later... But it would be amusing to unlock the door and sneak out the back window."WHERE DID HE GO!?" He internally chuckled as he was in thought analyzing the situation.

There was a small click on the door that could be heard by Hitori and Dren. It sounded like someone was about to exit, yet no one came out. To them it could seem like an invention.

Regardless if he chose to enter, he was already at street level- He had already left.

"Returning to extraction." The male spoke in his communication device.

"Alright. Over and out." A lady responded.

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In the Castle, there were several individuals giving gifts to the Princess, in which case some of them were rather plain dresses to unusual patterns that did not impress- but She no less expressed gratitude.

"It would have been nice if an Oracle arrived." A man in a grey and white garb walked forth- he had unusual metallic boots that were particularly spiky at toes. His hair was slicked back into curls- it could however be inferred his hair was normally spiked at a medium length.

"Sir Daironus, Judge under the Grandanian Throne and councilor of Foreign affairs. To what do we owe the pleasure?" Spoke the queen. She seemed rather surprised to see someone so far from the east to come on such a day as this. The princess however seemed uneasy based on how her eyes could not seem to fix onto him.

"My lady, I've come on behalf of the Throne, the councilmen and women, the good country, and it's people to formally wish a happy evening upon this fine Princess who is worthy of the Baton for this fine kingdom." He smirked as he held a sword, holding it in it's diamond sheathe.

Beatrix walked over casually as The Judge held it out to her, grasping it before taking it over to Princess Garnet.

"Quite a lovely sword..." Garnet mumbled, somewhat uneasy around weapons.
"Do not mistake it for an ornament. It is quite sharp, the general would be able to train you effectively. She who has slain over a hundred of the world's finest men in war." He smirked sharply.

"The legends are not as everyone always exaggerates them to be- Your grace." There was an uneasiness that projected off of Beatrix to this man.

"None the less. You're a powerful women. But I'm not here to just give a sword and a bow to everyone."

"You're here for an Oracle that does not show itself." The Queen interrupted.
"That is true, and quite perceptive. Truly a worthy -"

"Don't sit here and mock me and pretend I can't see through here you slave mongering man! Even if there was an Oracle here on such a day, no one would present one in your presence. You'd just have a crew of slavers waiting for when he or she leaves to take them back to your Lavish country. And I won't have that attitude in my kingdom. Trading materials in fine, but not trading lives." Brahms smile went into a sour expression that emanated a fierce aura.

"I... I see." The Judge seemed to be at a lack of words.

The Queen simply smiled. "Bow and be on your way."
The Judge somewhat rattled as he did just that.

"I'll not have my daughter be exposed to such a toxic society and way of living. No daughter of mine." Brahne exclaimed as he was out of ear shot.

"My lady. Tantalus should be arriving within the hour." Beatrix spoke as her working eye shifted from the doorway to the Queen.

"Hear that Garnet? The tension will be gone soon, and we can laugh and cry at a performance that truly is said to be worthy of praise."

"But mother, remember when critics praised ' Bogarat and the Lonely Man'?"
"We don't speak of that in any circumstance, ever..." The Queen frowned as if her face became a lemon at the thought of such an abhorrent performance. They however were expecting a grand one.
One room over, Dren could hear someone speaking, there were two voices.

"What is your status?" Sounded a female, the voice was partially distorted.
"Deliveries were made." Responded a lispy voice.

"How many have your name there or seen your outfit?"
"Not one knows my name, Simply the 'Courier'. The Outfit is seems to draw no attention, and I've seen no Easterners. So I'm in the clear."

"Good... Have you contacted Tantalus?"
"No, that isn't my mission, I'm just making deliveries. And as far as I can see they will be here within three hours." The voice sighed.

The female chuckled. "How does IT function?"
"The suit works fine, flexible and capable. Though, I much rather be in standard uniform. But..."

"But we don't want the operation to be linked if something fails."
"Mame, I'm just a product tester. I don't need confidential information."

"True enough... Now get some rest. The air ship will take off an hour before Tantulus arrives. I will call you when all is ready. Over and out." The female seemed to go silent. There was a chiming sound. What was that...?
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In the castle.

The Princess had her long draping hair in a blue clip to keep it from going loose, she also held her mace- something given to her by her mother as a child. There was something odd about the grip, bit it felt fine in her hands, even if the ridges were odd to get used to.

"Mother..."
"Yes darling?"

As the Princess walked into her mother's chambers- She could see two tapestry like carpets in plain view of a pink rose surrounded by thrones with red boarders. Her mother had a thing for roses it would seem.

To the left was Queen Brahne sitting on cushions of a similar design. Brahne was a 39 year woman with pale, blue skin, large lips, and a bulbous, purple nose,amount of makeup, including blush and lipstick, and her face is covered in freckles. Her eyes are blacked out under a large domed golden helmet from which two blonde, bristly ponytails protrude from either side. She dresses extravagantly, wearing a long red coat with a feathered trim, a striped blouse, a long skirt with a golden sash, and a lot of jewelry. She even cared a red fan that had a rose pattern.

"I am curious what the surprise is you have for me. Xorn and Thorn told me to see you after I was done getting cleaned and fed.

"Remember your favorite play you used to recite with your father- bless his soul."
"I want to be your Canary?"
"That is the one." The queen's lips curled into a smile, as did the Princess'.
A single tear dropped from Garnet's face.

"Dear...?" The Queen tilted her head a bit in concern.
"I wish father was here is all. I miss seeing you smile more."

Brahne let out a sign with no recourse or rebuttal.
"I will not have my baby act as a baby. I shall see her smiling on her day of the year, even if it takes every knight of Pluto, or Alexandria's army to recite the play themselves. Now please. Be happy." Brahne placed her arm around her daughter as she stood up, she walked the Princess to the court yard where the roses bloomed.

"Garnet dear. Life ife like flowers,people. Everything starts from a tiny seed, an infant. Even in the most docile state everything is beautiful. You're beautiful like this garden..." She moved more over to a decaying boutique of flowers.

"Like flowers, people wither away and become nothing but a beautiful memory, and some can be ugly memories, like memories of the war stories. Your father was a beautiful memory, but we all must live in the present. Your father would have wanted that." She embraced her daughter into a hug before looking into her brown eyes and smiling.

"I'm so proud of the young women before me. And you should be proud of this nation. When I pass, I know everything will be in good hands. But that won't be for a while, and I'll be here with you. Now please, let's enjoy the evening." Brahne managed to get Garnet to smile.
"I didn't know the moon had a scent..." he responded sarcastically. His crescent eyes from the door, to the Kumiho.
His eyes appeared rather cold as his rather bouncy hair was out of the way of his face with his rather swift movement. His hazel green eyes looking onto the tall man.

"If you can read, you can see what it's for. And secondly, you ordered that gem." The Lumyian waved his hand as he watch the ribbon burn to nothing; the fire was far more intense than what a Lumyian should be able to cast. His dark circles under his eyes possibly meant he was sickly, had lack of sun, or he was tired and pushed himself.

He quickly exhaled. "It's to ' I want to be your Canary' preformed by Tantalus. It will be..." He smirked a bit.
"Quite the explosive performance..."he simply walked out at this point.

"Daamn. Hazelnut sees fire in him." the Moogle's fur puffed up quite considerably like a cheap counterfeit plushie.

The Stranger headed over to the Inn, taking a seat in the lounge. The lounge itself was very basic, made of red wood, and had two sets if stairs, both of which lie parallel to each other.




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Name:Princess Garnet Til Alexandros XVII
Nickname: N/A yet.
Race:Human
Age: 18
Gender:Female

Appearance:


Proportionality:

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Personality:- Kind, caring, yet inquisitive. Has a will of Steel.
Job: Princess of Alexandria, heir to the throne.
Fighting Style: She fights using Hakkyoku-ken / Bajuquan.

Weapons from strongest to weakest: - Her Regal Mace is used as a staff.
Armors/Outfits Light type- Her casual attire is a white bell-sleeved blouse under a skin-tight, sleeveless orange jumpsuit with corset lacing in the front and back and large white buckles on the thighs. She wears a pair of red leather gloves and red ankle boots, and a black choker and a large crystal suspended from a long silver pendant.

Weight Class: Medium.

Familiar:


Familiar Abilities:Gives immunity to earth magics, resistance to staggering, higher defense, earth magic, but weakness to wind.

Movement Type: Ground, Walks and runs.

Familiar Size: Medium

Relic Weapons: Stone mace.

Relic Armors: A sand colored torso plate.

Trance:In trance,her magic power triples as well as her physical defense.

- The way Trance is activated is through stress and emotions. So tension can induce this.
- Your body can shift form due to the sheer power. Such as changing figure a bit.

Pros- She uses white magic, so she can heal and support. A powerful martial art, relatively fast. High defense due to her Familiar as well as earth magic.

Cons- Her only offensive magic is restricted to her familiar. Weak to wind based attacks. Physically she is not that strong even if her martial art is seen as strong. Not very good at fighting seeing as she has never fought a real opponent.

Racial Strengths:- She can hold multiple weapons.
Racial Weaknesses: - As a human she is limited to having very few magics that are not her Familiar's.

Background: As the Princess of Alexandria, she has no real life outside of the castle. However there were few moments in her life when she had left the confines of what she considers her whole world, such as when her father died, her "Uncle" came to visit for the funeral seeing as Lindblum and Alexandria are close politically even if not as social. She referred to the Regent of Alexandria as her uncle. Her Tutor Doctor Tot was also one of her valued friends growing up; he taught her about healing magic, as well as the geography of the land through literature, and also gave her one of Lord Avon's works that Garnet absolutely adores.

Growing up, she became more acrobatic and secretive, as did her mother who grew cold and distant. She wondered for her mother, but a well garbed man sulked the castle at night, and saw her mother smile as they roamed the court yards in what would have been absolute privacy. The Jesters at times caught the princess spying and escorted her to her room with dismissive rhymes. Hope to her was lost- until she heard Tantalus would arrive via airship to perform Lord Avon's I want to be your canary.


Final Fantasy IX


This is a World of Stories; of Infinite possibilities and wonder, where terror and strife live alongside with diversity and ingenuity. Where the Mist Rolls in and brings Monsters and Heroes in it wake. This is Gaia, this is your world, What will you do.

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2. Respect your peers.

3. No God modding unless I give you permission directly to move an NPC. Move meaning position them, not talk as them. (In some cases I may let you control their actions in fights, but not talk as them still.)

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6. Anything that is more... "Adult" in terms of romance stays in a PM.

7. Post should be between 3 and 4 paragraphs, not the size of my intro. There are some cases where I can expect post to be shorter simply because it may be response heavy where you are stationary, and I'm fine with smaller post in that case.

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9. Finally, please no giant walls of text.

If you have questions, post here, PM me, Skype, whatever, all of you are my personal friends anyway. But have fun.











I had that dream again...

Blink, blink.

The boat... that women.

There was knocking, a women walked into the adorned room.

"Princess. It is time to get up. You're going to be a bit busy today."
To the Princess' surprise, she saw the General of Alexandria herself in all her splendor coming to her wake.

The women was a tall Brunette with a metallic head band that covered her right eye, but she could clearly see her tanned complexion in the sunlight. Her hazel eye staring at her majesty, her eyebrow almost pencil thin to those of an architect, and her silky hair that curled inward towards her small chin,curling upwards on the ends at the back of her head,draping ever slightly past her shoulders, on her face, above her chin were her small and tender lips that curled into a smile.

"It's nice to see you this morning General Beatrix. Did mother send you?"

"No, I came on my own volition." She said as she placed one hand on her hip.
The draft from the window caused her blouse like shirt to slightly move around on her hips where it of course ended. Though her white blouse was more of a corset that was meant to hide her armor to her frame,yet split into a tailcoat,while still being a working jacket. To the ordinary individual, they'd only see her angelic grieves on her hands and feet that hugged closely to her, yet was bulky enough to act as a reliable defense, unlike her brown spandex pants.

"I'm guessing because it's my one day of the year?"

"You guessed correctly. I however thought it would be appropriate. The Queen's heath and what not. And... I brought you a set of clothes. A set to keep you warmer then that white dress."

Ah, the white dress. It hugged the princess all around, caressing her small yet tenderly voluptuous frame.

"May I see it?" her voice employed that of a more powerful Alexandrian accent; which could only be described as polite, yet imperious in a sense to which they could come off as condescending, even if unintentional.

"Certainly your highness." With that, Beatrix placed down an orange jumpsuit with a small pair of heeled leather shoes on The Princess' small round bronze table, it had two small chairs to accommodate it.

The princess moved her long silky black hair out of her face for the draft blew it to her eyes. Her lips curled into a genuinely happy smile. "I love it... Thank you..." she bowed her head in a form of thanks.

"I thought it would look dashing when I was in Lindblum, so I ordered one. Though cataloging... is still not really that conventional with all the numbers for produce and what not. Especially when we are just so used to saying ' I'd like roasted Chocobo on a spit. Garlic seasoning.' and not an abstract 'placement value' as they call it." Beatrix's smile unfolded as she had distaste for cataloging items.

"Though, you cannot expect each nation to be the same." The Princess chimed in as her hazel eyes looked in to Beatrix's.

Beatrix simply nodded. "I'll be by her majesty... also... you should not make a habit of making a mess of your room. You're not a child, you're a year from being twenty." She chuckled as she saw the Princess' dolls scattered on the floor.

To her dismay, it wasn't the Princess that caused this, but simply the draft of her window.
"Right... I'll be changing now." She said before politely bowing, in response, Beatrix saluted her by extending her right and and making an enclosed fist before walking out of the room.

That didn't come off as weird at all... The Princess raised her eyebrows before the door was even shut, though she understood the General was trying to be friendly to a fellow Alexandrian. She just felt the approach was a bit off.

She proceeded to shut her window; the window itself had a black frame to hold the glass in place. She pressed the lock latch in. She turned to her small dolls before placing them on her dresser, which was black, curvy at the legs, and wide in the center with golden handles.

She walked along her marble floor; it was reflective and could often see the frame of herself even if not perfect. Upon turning back to her window she looked out at the large lake around her kingdom,it went off into a landfall to a certain point. She untied the curtains and let them drape down, reducing the light from entering her chambers aside from her fireplace.

She threw a small log into the small kennel of fire; which did in turn add heat to the room and create a smaller amount of lighting. Adjacent from the fireplace was a full view mirror with a golden trim around the frame which met silver at the corners; at the top and bottom of the frame was a dove with a canary beside it.

The princess looked at her frame; which was that of a thin hour glass with the exception of tone aside from her arms, and of course thicker thighs. This frame was slightly athletic. Of course she wore only a small white gown that barely went past her waist by a few inches. Her bosom was concealed neatly with laces going over it. Her silky black hair draped past her waist.

Her brown eyes stared at the mirror for a moment to notice how ruffled at the top her hair was from sleeping. Her face was clean for the most part, aside from the dried sweat from her dream.
Hmm... I guess I'll bathe. If it's my birthday I may as well. Guest and all. she thought before walking to her dresser to retrieve clean undergarments as well as a towel.

She walked out of her room to see two figures waiting for her.
"The Royal bath is ready for you."
"Bath is ready for you it is."

The two figures were quite small and looked as if they were easily puntable through a window.
They wore striped clothing as well as steepled like shoes, had the classic draping jester like attire, the only difference between these obvious twins was one had red and white, while the other had blue and white.

"This way you must come!"
"Come this way you must!"

Ughhh... Why does mother keep Zorn and Thorn around...
She followed them down the marble halls.

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The Bar named Inari's Den was Modest establishment and had a comfortable air about it. It had no need for gimmicks and glitz, it was a homey and quiet place where good company, nice home-cooked food, and plenty of drink could be had. A Sign depicting a White Fox beckoning people inside adorned the surprisingly plain exterior of the building. Incense for Luck and Good Business burned at the entrance way, inviting in patrons and spirits to keep the place charged just how the owner liked it. The Floors were Hard Wood and Tables were low to the ground where cushions for seating a party could be found. Small lanterns with candles inside illuminated the bar with multi-colored "Fox Fire" lights. Toward the Back there was the Main Bar, where one could get drinks made personally by the Owner while behind the counter a few kitchen workers could prepare meals for customers if they requested them. Inari's Den had a Good Reputation, every so often though someone would come in for a time but they wouldn't come back out, No one comments on that though since People come and go all the time and The Grilled Meat they make is exquisite despite the Owner not revealing his secret recipe for the popular menu item. For all its Perks and Faults, Inari's Den is a rather comforting place that seems outside of the usual nonsense that has become the norm in Alexandria lately.

A male wearing a skintight Grey jumpsuit with with black and white shoes,a blue shirt with a grey and black jacket entered in a rather calm demeanor; an apathetic one no less. He proceeded to walk over to the Moogle that was the barkeep.

"Dinga-loo, dinga-lee, Hazlenut is what I be; dinga-lee, dinga-loo, if you're good, you're Hazlenut too." Spoke the Moogle in a rather deep voice. The fur of the Moogle was grey, and had yellow eyes, had a small black goatee. To most, he seemed very imp like, but to this guest, he seemed like another person.

"What can Hazelnut do for thee?"
"I need you to sign for this package and hand it directly to your boss. Surely you have the authority for this, correct?" The male spoke calmly, yet promptly as if he had places to be.

"Hazelnut can sign. But Hazelnut needs to hold the package fiiirst." The google made a sly grin.

The male place the plastic wrapped package on the counter, on the front of it, it said "Addressed to Hitori."

The Moogle was handed a clipboard and signed his name. "Hazelnut."
"Good. The name seems to have been spread quite massively on this paper. But... everything seems to be in order."

"Hazelnut wants to know what you are."
"Lumyian." He responded in a hushed tone.

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"Nobles of Treno, rigggght this way! Right this way!"
An Airship had landed; it was round and bulbous like that of a blimp, and twice as slow. On the inside it was a red-velvet like cabin. The seats were red cushions as well, typically the expensive kind you don't have drinks on.

"I say... 'I want to be your Canary' by lord Avon was quite the smash hit. I wonder how Tantalus will preform such a story into a play." Spoke a gaudy noble as the disembarked from the airship.

From the Noble's view, they could see the well paved stone streets of Alexandria. To the left, they could see the lake the castle was on, which was separated by a boat ride to keep just anyone from getting in.

The Roofs of the buildings consisted of red wood, most of which looked dated even for such a region that had been doing so well financially. Though most on the walkways didn't look of anything above low class, to which most of those scoffed at from the airship, yet said naught when disembarked.

The street ended at a booth for tickets to be checked, around the small ran down shack, there was an inn, a pub, weapons shop, and a florist. The line would be long to those in a hurry to get front row seats for the show.

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On The Prima Visa- and airship, Tantalus was waiting for their new hired employee to enter the drawing room. The rooms themselves were decorated with velvet linens, yet had old creaky doors with poor isolation; most could be breached easily. There were notes on the doors to what room was labeled as what.

"Luuuuc. Luuuuc. Where are ya'? Tha boys are waiting for ya'." A women called out.

To newcomers of Tantalus, the ship was best described as a luxurious countryside pirate ship that soars through the air, just with a theater attached.
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