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Beatrix nodded. "Very well. At ease now. I'll go to see where your partner is." With that Beatrix strutted off past Hitori.
Within a few moments her footsteps were completely absent. There was a sigh of relief from the girl behind Hitori.

"Right... To the Princess' chambers.... I'm Monica Reys by the by." She said before smiling a bit, walking up the stairs rather carefully, hands on her sides; it was best to assume she had little gadgets at her disposal, such as metallic balls based on the leather pouches and how some of the seemed a bit wider. Based on that alone... she seemed like a trickster.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs, there was a women in a white cloak. Monica paused.

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Beatrix stared at the Knight before walking over, her eye veering on the deception. She stared at bit longer at him before walking slowly over to him. "What are you doing here...? Aren't you a little short for a knight?" She smirked a bit.

Beatrix, though stern, did in fact have a sense of humor, but she did try to avoid morbid jokes. Mostly for the same of moral.
"Might I ask why you are standing here, alone? Most Soldiers go accompanied." She said flatly before somewhat flicking her curl to the side.

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The girl looked at the Kumiho with confusion. "Aye. I am inclined to ask you to fly the fuck out. But to be perfectly honest, no idea what you mean." The short haired female had a few pouches with several items of interest. Some of which looked like smoke bombs. Other herbs of a sort; sleeping kind to be more specific.

"Now, if you want to help out Foxy-loxy, be a dear and shift into someone important. We need that Princess for reasons of state. And that is all I'm going to say- because that is all there is to say." She shifted from startled, to immediately someone seeing opportunity. Whatever her intentions were, she clearly wasn't hostile. Even she can see the man before her might seem to want to be part of this "big bang."

Above them there was only one pair of footsteps heard, there was grace and fluidity to the motions they could hear; yet cautious ones.

The female looked back at the Kumiho and gave a nod to him, as if signaling him. She has no real way to know how or if he would help her cause, or what he'd even want in return, but she rather be safe with her actions. Someone of Hitori's nature could be useful to her.

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The Boisterous ship landed on the stage deck where red velveteen seats were stationed across from it. The seats were quickly filled, Dren got a nice front row seat right next to his new "friend" Hitori.

"We of the Theater troupe of Tantalus present you Lord Avon's ' I want to be your Canary'!" A man stood in costume, he had adorned armor on with many signs resembling gibberish, yet looked like a parody of religious symbols, mostly human ones. This was so that they didn't use already existing ones that would offend people of the clergy in Alexandria, as well as to give "flair" to their costumes.

The stage lights changed to that of a light lapis, this was to emulate the night on set.

"O'de be to you Marcus my love, for on the hue we leave for Fimble'verant... Only than shall we be free... I Cornelius of V'hes..' await'ith you!" The lady on stage had long straight hair, Silver...yet a hint of brown in it. Her hair was unique and stood out, as did her lapis eyes. Her pale complexion was lacking powder like the man before her. Her build was somewhat to be compared to Beatrix, yet she had a larger bust that stood out; this was noticeable to wraps around her torso.

The outfit itself was white, flowy and draped down to her ankles. Her smile was, yet serene.

To the left, was a yellow light on the stage.

"It is I! Marcus! I've come to whisk you away Cornelius!" The man smiled to her solemnly, his bright teeth showing, his canines sticking out, his hazel hair back in a ponytail as he wore a red frilled Bard like attire.

"Nay!" To the right side of the stage where Cornelius was, the same man who was opening the play had a crown on. He was blatantly noticed to represent the king but such a moniker.

"My daughter is to wed Verin of Umbrine, not some...pauper... Away with you!"
"Nay! Father, I forbid you to lay a finger on Marcus!"
"Then lay a finger I shall not, but silver and steel shall be lain with his blood!"

Two armored figures appeared from behind the Kingly figure.
One suit of Armor was domino like, while the other was Red and White with alternating colors on front and back of the suit.
One held a flimsy spear, which was obviously painted to look Silver, same could be said about the other's sword.

Behind the bard on the opposing end, three men appeared in swashbuckler like attire, as if they've been born at sea.
"Aye! No'aht a ma'hn to deprive anot'ter of their love for 'thy fairest lady. The trio pulled our Scimitars and began to fight closer to the audience.

Dren could see one of the men was actually a silver and black haired female with grey eyes. She had a scar under her left eye that went down to her chin in a curved slice. She was smiling as she had one hand on her hip, playfully twirling swords with her opponent, jumping from side to side as they locked swords.

Without much delay, she seemed to roll all the way off stage left onto the runway into the castle, most of course were distracted by the light show from the explosives used. Of course the explosives only made prismatic colors to emulate that of magic.

Hitori could perhaps check on them, he was devious enough to shift forms.

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Meanwhile on the Royal Balcony, Brahne was enjoying the show, Beatrix behind her, two Alexandrian elite knights at the sides where she sat, and Garnet had left the area, she seemed troubled.

To the right, was the Man in Violet.
"Perhaps the dove just needed Air, without air..."
"Yes... things suffocate and so on... As appreciated as your company is... I could really not care for the poetry. My husband died years ago. Maker bless his soul to be in eternal peace at that." Brahne fanned her grin a bit.

"Why are you here on such a day?"

"To simply see the fireworks. The stage, glows to put it shortly. Breath taking really..." He smirked, showing his teeth.

"As nice as your company can be. You really are limited to what metaphors you can use without poetry." Brahne chuckled.
"Like how mice can only squeak where a cat has plenty of sounds."

"Yes, to where a cat is quiet, as a dog is loud and rambunctious."

"A quiet cat in black caught my eye today..."
"is it the Lumyian...?" Beatrix turned her gaze, voice gone unheard.

"You mean the crier that came earlier to give our fortunes?" Brahne somewhat turned her head, not wanting to take her eyes and ears off the well projected stage.

"A crier? Interesting choice of words. But I'd call him a threat. These cats have fleas we cannot burn out, vermin, no medicine that isn't death can expunge." He seamed to recede reduce his smirk into a light smile.

"What are you talking about...?" Betrix one again interrupted.
"Just because this person might have got to you means that he is a threat. People who can see the future have a gift that others call a curse, but we should heed such seriously. Life is serious, therefore we should take it serious and not kill such people, for they aimed not to kill us, but to warn us. We can change because of such warnings." Beatrix spoke a bit more adamantly to the man.

"Well spoken General Beatrix." Brahne gave a small smile, followed by a tip of her head.

"Or people trying to put the fear of war into our minds, and ultimately try to start it. What if they say the reverse of a fortune? Or not giving the whole truth? Things you should consider my lady."

"Your concern is heard, but I am afraid my country does not need a war. If war were to happen, we'd easily plow through the Bermecians..."
"So you say..." The man chuckled before reclining back a bit.

Feral

Talked to WS yesterday, even if briefly, asked if it was dead- told him we are in a bit of a Rutt.

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As the Shadowy Figure left the castle, he saw a man in a Violet garb, most of him was covered with cloak of the same color, thus leaving the finer details. He did however see the man have his baby blue eyes, the man was much taller than he. He tipped his head to the man, to which drew his attention.

"Never knew black was in this season."
"Black is usually in and out." The man retorted to the violet colored one.

"Quite the play of words black Raven, though you seem to be migrating, as if a sign of death...Yet your eyes so innocent like that of a young bahhing babe." He somewhat drew closer.

"Sign of death is accurate. But to who it matters to, that is irrelevant."

The man smirked a bit, his pearly teeth showing a tad bit. "Well. A good day to you."
"Right... While I may be the Black Raven, you're the White one. Though it isn't my place to say who is bringing death."

The shadowy figure turned back onto his heel as he sat down in a wooden boat. Alexandrian guards seemed to be on the look out for the recent killer.

A male and a female were rowing the boat together. One of which wore a green leotard, hair braided, yet slightly draping to the sides.
The male wearing somewhat rusted ivory armor.

"Oii... This Black Mage fellow said to 'ave killed someone. Cept 'twasn't a black mage at all. T'is be a Forest Stalker... liver eating menace." The male spoke, his voice full of dread and disdain.

"T'was a frightful report to receive... But I rather extra eyes than extra bodies. T'is nice to have you moving passengers with me Abraham." She spoke with a bit optimism. It was nice to see that people were working together through even the darkest times. This made the robbed one smile a bit.

Upon reaching the moat's end, he saw several people waiting to cross, many nobles, and a certain killer stood in the crowd.
Rather than draw attention, he moved by the peasantry and skulked through the back alleyway.

To which, he saw blood, and flower life. "He was killed here, and turned into plants to hide the body, which is strange. Most Elder Ones try to dine on the Livers, yet it was perfectly broken down into plant life." He took note of the small scenery, as well as the knocked down objects, such as bundled flowers meant for a Bouquet,reeds, and what seemed like a pot of honey.

"You'd think and Alexandrian would adapt to using airtight containers rather than pottery..." he shook his head a bit as he came across the "Inari's Den."

"The White one came from here."

He opened the door to see a Moogle staring at the doorway. The Moogle somewhat flapped over to him with his disproportionate wings.
"Dink-a-loo Dink-a-lee. Hazelnut has to ask you to leave. The Den is closed."

"Then I'll be quick." The Shadowy figure pointed and twirled his finger, a sigh white as chalk, and transparent as faded light formed, and it seamlessly hit the Moogle.

"I heard it gets cold. So turn up the heat, and... open the Office of your boss'."

The Moogle seemed to be in a trance, his eyes seemed a bit dazed, but he opened the door as he was commanded.

The office itself seemed like an eccentric painting to the man, sculptures of himself, as well as many figures, of whom is possibly forms he has assumed over his lifetime. "What a dis-proportioned mess..."

He walked over the wooden floor to what looked like a safe. Rather than trying to figure out how to open it, he pointed at the Moogle.
"Open."

Again, as commanded, the Moogle obeyed. To which, the male received an Emerald horn.
"Where is the Gil." He turned his head to the Moogle, who pushed one of the sculptures- attempted to.

"Stand by the door."

The figure trusted his hand out lightly, a wave of pure force sent the sculpture toppling over, shattering. Under the base of it, he held several large bags, which he attacked to his waist band.

"Take me to the Kitchen, and the basement." The Moogle exited the room, the man left a small cylinder in each corner before doing the same in the entrance room, where tables and chairs were. He had them hidden well against the walls. Soon he entered the Kitchen where the Chiefs were, rather than wasting his time, he looked at the Moogle.

"Tell the Qu's I am here to... improve the building." As the Moogle went to do as he was told, the Man grabbed a few bottles of oil, pouring it around each corner of the floors to reach the cylinders as he placed them in the kitchen.

"Take me to the storage room where you keep the food. Bring the Qu's."

Without much hesitation, the Qu's followed, asking questions as to why they needed to come.

"There is special food down there. Now let's go." The man followed the Moogle, oil trails to the side as he got to the wooden door, there being a lock. To which the Moogle had the key to. Door was iron, simple, but sturdy.

The group entered as there was more oil being pored, more cylinders placed down. It didn't take long for them to sniff the oils, but the man was clearly doing something they were unsure of. However, the man detested seeing so many human corpses around, butchered and mutilated, it made his stomach churn.

"Give me the key and stay put." The Moogle handed the man the key, him exiting the room before closing the door slowly, the Qu's could not see it, but they could sniff the blocking of air. The door had been shut, and locked.

Upon returning to the Boss' room, he pushed yet another sculpture down with the same technique.
"A staff...?" In the rubble, he saw a staff that seemed familiar to him, rather than question it deeply, he took note it was a relic from where he was from.
"Ah... a Morphium stone..." He smirked a bit to himself.
"How I longed to see this... It's mine now. And with that.. I believe decorating this fancy monster's den is ready to be at a close. I think these are welcomed changes... He exhaled as he drenched the room with oil from the kitchen, making sure he hit every room after just in case before igniting it from the kitchen.

Each stem blazed up into beautiful blur fire, such beauty traveled between the rooms, and one by one, the cylinder's caused explosions that made the establishment fall and crumble from the very inside. There would be nothing for Hitori to return to. "A Monsters' death for a pack of Monsters."

The Invader was gone with the loot, there was no whiteness that he could see. But then again, the back ally ways are always nice to avoid population.

Back at the Castle, the Prima vista was landing.

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The Lumyian was knocked down effectively, the being of flame dissipating into small gust of ashened wind...

The Lumyian held his chest, and sides as he tried to stand back up. Fortunately his summon took the siren's song rather than him taking it, though he felt considerably more weakened. "Leave me alone."

Status: Ifrit was knocked out. The Lumyian's Resistances reverted back to 75% per each elemental. Poison damage is fatal.

Under his feet, the magic circuit was radiating around him, like before, it was a thunderbolt shape, but rather than descending down, it launched forward in a erratic attempt to incapacitate the Siren.

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The Lumyian was grazed on the chest a bit, even if barely, there was a bit of blood running out of the flesh wound.
"You slag!" his voice somewhat deepened and contorted slightly as his shadow seemed to blame up a bit. The very air seemed warmer.

"Obey my command!" From his shadow rose a bestial creature that could only be described as a demon,curved horns protruded from it's head, curling upward, the very horns ebony shaded, yet scorched, as if the being forever burned ever more. The structure was quite masculine and large, it's large yellow eyes glaring at the one who attacked his summoner.

Before the attacker knew it, ebony claw held the blade of the scythe, a flaming claws nearing his chest, should he let go of the scythe, he may avoid a fatal blow. Should he stand his ground, he may be at a loss of his blood, it gushing from the razors of a lashing motion.

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There stood a tall knight in rusted armor, he had a rather masculine, yet tight face, a wide eyed fellow at that.
"WHAT!?" The Guard raised his voice, as if he himself was a form of a siren.

He listened to the ragamuffin. "A Blackmage is assaulting someone!? Point to the direction of where you saw this assailant head off to!"

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The Lumyian was hit on the shoulder, the ribbon somewhat sliced through and caused external bleeding.
"What...?" he spoke softly.

He burned the ribbon- melting it.
"You're really getting on my nerves you lanky freak..." He turned to the "blackmage".

"You might have fooled the others, but even I can see what you are without the Libra ring..."
He placed his hand on his wound, it flashing green, but once removed the bleeding was no more.

The Lumyian pulled out a set of Tonfas.

"Leave me alone. A job is a job, and 'this' isn't part of this." He seemed to somewhat bounce a bit as his legs somewhat hopped about, dancing really.

- Battle start-

The Lumyian began casting, there was an elemental circuit under him that resembled a thunder bolt,it was ridged in design in the perfectly symmetrical ring, the caster sent a bolt flying from above.

"Please hit..." He spoke as the flashing purple bolt was descending.

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Meanwhile at the castle's throne room. A figure in Ebony robes made himself visible, most of his frame hidden.

"Hello." Spoke a lispy voice.

"And might I ask who has stepped foot in my kingdom?"
"You could call me a rare fortune teller."

Brahne smirked at the response, her lips curling oddly.
Garnet however somewhat tilted her head.

"My mother asked who you are, now I recommend you'd speak." She stood up, holding her gift from earlier.
"I spoke, even if it wasn't the response she wanted. As hair to the throne, I think you should be familiar with the idea of differing results, especially with such an untrained hand." The male spoke once again.

"But to the point your majesty... The future is subject to change..."
"A Lumyian." Beatrix spoke as she walked closer to the male. Observing as he crossed his arms.

"You don't have the form of a fighter, so it is safe to assume you're here on your own accord, one of non-violence."

The male turned his head to face the one eyed general. "That is a safe assumption. But you must take magic into consideration. But yeah, I'm not here for a fight. Even I know what is suicidal." He chuckled.

Brahne got a chuckle out of the scene between he and Beatrix.
"Well... We welcome you with open arms with such open honesty. But you may go on with the fortune, but there is no hurry."

"Unfortunately I have a schedule to keep, but I'll speak clearly as I can without dodging the point." He bowed his head, as did her majesty.

"As for this evening, there will be differing results as everyone plays a wheel of fate, but it is a matter of what cogs work in conjunction. As the judge works against you, and my kind, he also works for an absolute factor- control." He readjusted his stance a bit, leaning onto his left side a bit.

"There will be falling out due to trust between the nations, and Burmecia may fall..."

The Queen's eyes widen a bit, fanning herself a bit in a attempt not to make a outburst.

"Garnet... She will have a fun life..." he turned his head to the Princess.
"But there will be a period of uncertainty for everyone... be strong and endure..."

He bowed once again.

"But... Why does Burmecia fall!? And period of uncertainty!?" The princess spoke up.

"This is a trial everyone will have to face, and such events are subject to change, only few can make such a change of course. With that, I say have a happy birthday. And try not to get burned." He said before turning on his heel.

The air went stagnate as the stranger left.

"Your majesty..."
"Beatrix... we will deal with such matters as they come along. But it is something to ponder and discuss openly, but tonight we try to enjoy ourselves."

Beatrix bowed as he placed her hand upon her breast plate, a slight fist forming.
"You're dismissed."

Why is Casual so much more popular than Free or Advanced?

One of the main reasons I do advanced is that I use RPing to learn writing, so i've slowly pushed myself to write posts that qualify for chapter length or short story length.

So yeh, I am one of the people doing annoyingly long posts =p

@Vilageidiotx

See, writing is fine when it isn't like... Used as a group thing.
Like when I'm writing by myself, I can do super extrenious amounts of details. But in a rp, it is only harder to do because all your detail is dependent on what a GM gives you to work with.