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[The day is a bit cloudy, and wind on the water is around eighteen knots. The harbor is bustling with townspeople and visitors. Temporary stalls have been set up selling mostly food and drink or merchandise for the three Raha Cup yacht teams.

[You might need to shove a few people to get right on the waterfront, but the view of the boats in the harbor is well worth it. Once the race begins and the boats are clear of the harbor, remote control boats are available for rental; the race is expected to take two hours.

[At the nearby Balamb Hotel, there is a large TV screen set up outdoors with seating available. Hotel staff are running an outdoor bar for the occasion.

[Throughout the area and within a couple of blocks of both the waterfront and the hotel, a combination of SeeD, Cadets, and uniformed Balamb militia and police are posted as security, in response to threats received by the town council. Normally this event only has police security, so the townspeople seem to resent the need for this increased show of force rather than the fact that they're around at all.]

(OOC: Free-for-all! Feel free to make your own threads as well as using the location threads. NPCs may hit your characters up. You may have your SeeD/Cadet character hired as security if you choose; they will be in uniform, and will be on for half hour shifts so they have time to enjoy the event as well.)
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[While most of everyone else settled back to classes and normality, Zechs is busy typing up reports from the past battle. He had been preoccupied with running a few maintenance checks on the Ragnarok and assessing the damage and how much it would cost. It wasn't really his place to do so, but he always had the habit of looking after anything he flies.

Right now, he's in the library, typing away on his laptop. He really disliked doing this, but it had to be done. At least he didn't need to write anything. His handwriting is pretty terrible, in his opinion.

He just wants to get it over with.]


Are there any cadets thinking of becoming pilots? We seem to have become a rare species, nowadays. In turn, if there are any newly specialized pilots who want more practice, please speak with me.

-Zechs Merquise, #80403
weddingcrasher: (Attentive)
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So, um....

What's this place's policy on flying giant robots?

Just thought I'd check.
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[Time Compression, in its purest form -- a tangled ball like a naked singularity, where space and time are points rather than dimensions, and no standard laws of reality apply.]

[The Gate of Truth: a portal between this world and another, the means by which alchemical energy comes into this world, capable of separating those who cross it into body, mind, and soul.]

[Mixing the two might have been a bad idea.]

[From a circle on the ground in the very depths of Tears Point, a yawning void opens. From it pour hands -- hundreds, thousands, millions of tiny shadow-hands on endlessly long, shapeless black arms. Though nothing seems to be guiding them, they unerring seek out everything and everyone living nearby. Slash them, cut them, burn them, blast them -- they simply reform and redouble their efforts to seize living beings.]

[Suddenly the flow shifts. Whereas before the circle disgorged Cthonian nightmares, now it pulls with unearthly strength. The shadow-hands wrap around their targets, seize them, and pull them in fast and hard.]

[All is blinding white.]

[The scene abruptly resolves into coherent shapes and images again. Where before, they had stood under a sky red with monsters, now the heroes stand beneath a sky full of clouds, whose whiteness is the same ominous density that grey-blackness would be in a normal world. Lower in the sky, nearly blotting out those clouds, hung Lunatic Pandoras, countless Lunatic Pandoras, limitless temporal repetition of the same monolith.]

[In the center, where the Time Compression Distortion had touched Tears Point, now all that was visible was the bloated, decaying husk of a spider. A massive spider, whose sprawled legs stretch far off into the distance. Atop it, a spider that was miniscule only in comparison to the titan frantically weaves another line into a great web that seems poised to catch a descending crystal as it lurches laboriously groundward from some far-off point in the sky.]

[And if all that is strange, wait till you look around...]

[But there's still a job to be done.]

[OOC: Discussion post is here, and you really ought to read it before you post! Again, no tag order, multiple locations.]
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[The video image of the Commander looks ruffled in appearance, but her demeanor remains calm as she speaks.]

Attention, all SeeDs and all residents of Balamb Garden. This is an emergency. This is not a drill.

Earlier this morning we were contacted by the group known as Sol Invictus, who brought with them a more complete version of the Time Compression Mage's calculations -- he had apparently approached them prior to approaching us. These equations confirm to our satisfaction that the Time Compression Mage's plans require invoking a Lunar Cry. His plan to return to his own home will damage or destroy this world.

We have exactly one day to prepare, after which time Balamb Garden will travel to Esthar and we will put an end to his plans. I do not know all of what we can expect, but monsters and a hideously powerful mage are guarantees. All SeeDs and cadets will enter battle using whatever means are most effective. Ready yourself.

I will monitor the BBS for suggestions and discussions. If you have any ideas you believe can be of use, post them or bring them to me immediately.

You have your orders. Begin your preparations.
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First and foremost, congratulations to those who have become SeeDs. You've come quite far in your scholastic life, but now is the time to put what you've learned to use. You'll have our confidence that you'll be successful, otherwise you wouldn't have been given your new titles.

I seem to have missed quite a lot since my time away. A year can bring on quite the change if one isn't keeping up. We seem to have acquired a new addition to our fleet. Hopefully I'll be granted to at least view it from the inside. Has there been any news about that shark?

For those who may not know me, my name is Zechs Merquise. I'll be piloting Balamb Garden from time to time. I'll also be an instructor for those interning for the piloting specialization. I can guarantee that it will be tough, but you'll be more than adequately prepared once you become a certified pilot.

About this self-proclaimed mage: I'm sure we haven't heard the last of him just yet. Personally I'd rather sooner than later.

-Zechs Merquise, #80403
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[This video is uploaded to the BBS under ID#GUEST -- which is likely the first time anyone has seen this new feature in the system. The person it features is a man, handsome in a vaguely bland sort of way, who could be anywhere from eighteen to forty. He wears simple brown robes, his hands folded into the opposite sleeves, and thought he smile, there is no mistaking the seriousness of his tone.]

Good morning, residents of Balamb Garden. I have heard of you, and I expect in turn that many of you have heard of me. I am the Time Compression Mage.

I am certain you will doubt this claim, but it is true. On my own world, I am a scholar of chronomancy and spatial alterations; here, my studies and my natural talent have given me an ability to manipulate the distortion of time and space we know as Time Compression.

[He lifts his hands, sliding them out of the sleeves to reveal long, fine fingers unadorned by jewelry. He speaks a few words that have no meaning in any language, makes a few passes with his hands, and then holds them half a foot apart in a cupping gesture. A ball of wrongness grows between them; those who observed the source of the jam flood might recognize this strange distortion.]

I have come to Balamb Garden to offer all of you who, like me, are displaced from their worlds... a way home.

Over Tears Point, which is the nexus of interactions for the forces that bind the world and the moon, sits a great distortion of compressed time. In slightly over one week, the forces will reach a temporal peak due to the combination of the moon's location and the approaching solstice. At that time, I will be able to manipulate the distortion. Those who are present at Tears Point will have the process that brought them here reversed.

You will go home.

[He lowers his hands, and the ball of distortion disappears as if it never was.]

I have directly requested the formal and official aid of Garden, but I hope those of you who are at liberty will aid me no matter what. I cannot promise any other person will be able to do what I can do. This may be our only hope to go home.

I have been graciously offered lodging here for the time being, so I make myself available to you. I know you must doubt my claims, or me; I invite you to put me to the test.

[The so-called Time Compression Mage inclines his head solemnly, and here the video ends.]

[Beneath the video, a transcript of his speech follows, along with a note that the video was posted on behalf of the Time Compression Mage, who does not have further access to the Garden intranet. Students and staff may discuss amongst themselves in response to this post, but the Mage will not see or reply.]

[As for the Time Compression Mage himself: true to his word, he has set himself up in an unused office for the time being, and is spending that time in study and research. Books sit on his desk and drawings and charts take up much of the walls. Nevertheless, he has made himself available to anyone who wishes to approach him.]


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