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[personal profile] wrnpcs
[The call to attack doesn't come from an intercom chime or an alert siren. It can't, when the four assault platforms are spaced out miles and miles apart around the perimeter of Esthar. In fact, Laguna has ordered complete radio silence for the duration of the mission. Unpleasant as it might be, each team will be working independently, the better to keep each other from cluing the enemy in to each other's position...]

[...and a grim acknowledgment that some of them may not make it.]

[At 0847 hours exactly (because Laguna had picked an odd time on the premise that Esthar would be less likely to expect an attack at what sounds like a random number), each pilot is to engage the engines at advance at top speed towards Esthar City. The ultimate goal: Reach Odine Labs, and find any way possible to disable Esthar's control over Time Compression.]

[If there are any goodbyes to be said, now is too late. It's go time.]

[BBS]

Feb. 11th, 2014 06:50 pm
om_nom_namur: Art by Pink Afro on Pixiv (criminal brand)
[personal profile] om_nom_namur
Guess all ya little shits think yur sooooo damn clever skipping class using time compreshun crazy as a excuse. Guess what jellyfish for brains if i can get there so can you. Yeah okay so maybe biology aint a super hard subject if a dumbass like me can figyer it out but ya still gotta do the work. Maybe everyone that aint bothering coming thinks they already know it all so heres the deal. Any moron that dont get a A or better on the next test gets three weeks detenshun since the only reesun i can imajin anybody in my class not doing good is cuz they didnt bother coming. Next tests thursday. Yall been warned. Later losers.

[Apparently the pirate-turned-Instructor isn't a fan of those playing hooky. Is he being unfair? A mad genius? Come tell him all about it.]
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[personal profile] windbreak
[Heading into town this afternoon to get away from the worst of the chaos around Garden? You wouldn't be the only person with that idea. Yosuke likes to think he's built up a decent tolerance for weird by now, but this morning he happened to reach under his bed and found nothing there except a hot dog that promptly skittered out the window on spindly legs, which was the last straw.

But when he steps out of a shop and happens to spot a rotund white chicken pecking at the pavement opposite, a different idea starts to form. Actually, it's more like a recollection. When he first overheard something about people wanting to repopulate the Training Centre, he hadn't really thought it was relevant to him, but... come to think, did they ever specify what qualified as a monster? This chicken sure looks out of place as far as he can tell, so it could have been zapped in from who knows where five minutes ago, and a quick fumble tells him he can Scan it, although he doesn't yet - is there anything stopping him from bringing in something like this, which has to be less dangerous than the honest-to-god dinosaurs they used to have in there? As a public service, it's worth a try.

Dropping the bag in his hand, he edges closer, flattening himself against the wall with exaggerated stealth. He keeps a close eye on his quarry all the while - and on nothing else, which might not be the wisest decision while he's standing in the middle of what is after all a high street. But hey, it's a mission! Of course he's serious about it!]
[personal profile] wrfiends
[Balamb Garden is built on the principles of defense. Galbadia Garden is built on the principles of speed. The latter has, historically, inevitably succeeded on its assaults on the former because of one simple principle: speed beats defense. As quickly as Galbadia can maneuver, it can intercept Balamb and overwhelm it, bypassing its defenses and forcing it to battle.]

[As the two Gardens career over the southern cliffs of Trabia, those tactically-minded people with a moment to breathe might wonder why this is. Why is one Garden explicitly superior to the other? Why does one have all the advantages in a battle between the two?]

[The answer is significantly less subtle than they might think.]

[Without warning, three supremely-massive shells slam into the imposing red form of Galbadia Garden from the north, punching through its outer armor and into its depths like a hot knife thrust into a chocolate-coated cake. Several seconds later, only faintly audible over the sound of catastrophic destruction from within the Garden, a rolling boom echoes over the cliffs as the sound of the gun discharge finally catch up with the shells. Speed beats defense, but defense beats offense, which defeats speed.]

[The reconstruction efforts had been kept a strict secret, hidden under the guise of maintenance and repairs for months now -- in anticipation of just this sort of need. Three 76" guns lower slightly to accommodate for the decreasing distance between themselves and their target, then blast out another salvo of lead at the enemy-occupied Galbadia. Trabia Garden breaks the northern horizon, cannons gleaming in the sunlight and trailing smoke as the newly-mobile assault platform advances forward.]

[The crippled Galbadia Garden slams into the ground violently, kicking up a massive wave of dirt, snow, and rock in all directions as it plows a long, deep furrow through the forests. Trees snap and shatter like toothpicks, while the ground shakes and trembles like it'll never stop. Balamb Garden, its engines overstressed and its inhabitants eager for payback, drops to the ground close by as Sol Invictus members pour out of the crimson fortress, their dominance having turned to desperation in that single moment. Trabia's advancement puts a clear time limit on their efforts: if they don't conquer Balamb Garden by the time Trabia's force can join the battle on the side of SeeD, Sol Invictus loses. They know it, and so help them, they will have Balamb or die trying. The snow on the ground's not about to help them, and neither are the monsters: Not only are Balamb Garden's monsters making a bid for freedom and attacking anyone on the way, but the area's monsters - Ochu, Blue Dragons, Gayla, Snow Lions, Mesmerizes, and Bite Bugs - are getting in on the action too, some outraged by the destruction of their homes, some simply attracted by the noise.]

[The Battle of 3 Gardens has entered its second phase.]


(ooc: Trabia Garden would like to battle! This takes place in the late afternoon / early evening of January 17th, an indeterminate amount of time after Sol Invictus intercepts Balamb Garden (though at least on the order of hours); with that in mind, you are encouraged to keep tagging both there and here.

New to this phase are certain special enemies with... interesting things available to Draw on top of the usual spells, at least to whoever gets there first. However, as before, you may NPC your own SI members instead. Let us know if your character decides to Draw from any other foes on the scene - the enemies we've initially listed are not the only ones on the battlefield with unusual Draw lists! Bear in mind that this is a difficult fight, and while Trabia has turned the tables on SI's pursuit of Balamb Garden the vehicle, its individual members are coming at everyone on it with no holds barred.

Other information on this endgame plot arc continues to be available at the OOC post, which has now been updated with details on B3G Phase 2.)
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[personal profile] commanderzabala
[In the afternoon of the 17th, without warning, Garden lurches dramatically, rapidly swiveling on its vertical axis -- flinging unsecured items to the floor, toppling overeager students in the library and the chatting congregation in the cafeteria from their seats. An uncharacteristic whine vibrates through the first floor as the sub-basement engines spin faster, accelerating the mobile fortress along its new heading.]

[A moment later, the intercom chimes.]


This is Commander Zabala. Galbadia Garden will intercept us in around fifteen minutes. I repeat: Galbadia Garden will intercept us in fifteen minutes. In our current position, and with Galbadia Garden's advantage in mobility, we can no longer hope to outmaneuver. Nor can we hope to resolve this diplomatically. We are moving away from them as fast as we can, but they will intercept us just as we cross onto the southern Trabia coast. There, we believe they will attempt to board -- there, we will fight.

All of Garden must now prepare. Do not press the attack into Galbadia Garden. Balamb Garden is our stronghold, and we have the advantage of defenses; we can force them to withdraw through attrition. Remain aboard Balamb and inflict what casualties you can. Barricade the lobby, the second floor hallway, the ballroom, and the dorms. Junior cadets are ordered to take shelter in the dorms; senior Instructors are ordered to withdraw to the dorms and protect them to your utmost ability. Defend the hot dogs if and only if time allows. [Oh boy, she's going to catch some flak for that one.

There's an anticipatory pause.]


If Sol Invictus defeats us here, nothing and no one is left to oppose them. They know that. Make sure they do not achieve their goals.

[The intercom cuts out, and the clock's ticking.]

(ooc: Sol Invictus is on Balamb's doorstep, and they're not here for a tea party. After fifteen IC minutes, the first phase of the January 17th invasion will begin, with armed SI members pouring in seemingly without end from the main entrance and the roof. More details on this plot arc are in the OOC post on B3G.

Subthreads are provided; they are intended as loose prompts, so you are welcome to treat their locations fluidly or come up with your own scenarios / top-level comments. You may also NPC your own SI members and monsters, but bear in mind that, as the OOC post says, this is not an easy fight. Sol Invictus members are off-worlders of varying species and abilities, with training.

As ever, feel free to contact the mods through the usual channels for additional details or to request NPCing.)
[personal profile] wrfiends
MONSTERS EVERYWHERE IN GARDEN AND NOT JUST T-REXAURS OR GRATS, GO GO GO )
(OOC:
  • Links go to images, except for the Tri-Face link, which goes to FF Wiki.
  • Mods will not be NPCing monsters unless requested; please feel free to NPC your own.
  • On a scale of one to ten for strength, one being Training Center Grats and ten being the Island Closest to Heaven, most of these monsters fall around seven or eight.
  • All monsters are, on occasion, vulnerable to Card, Devour, and the various one-shot spells.
  • Monsters are finite and do not respawn.
  • IC-ly, we expect this to be over in a day or two.
  • These locations aren't strict, just intended as starting scenarios; both characters and monsters may freely move around.
  • Questions, clarifications, NPC requests, comments? Tell us here or by the usual channels.)
  • BBS

    Nov. 25th, 2013 10:50 pm
    om_nom_namur: Art by Pink Afro on Pixiv (thug life)
    [personal profile] om_nom_namur
    So now im the official king shit and yall know it so im gonna make this clear. You see someone trying to be a bigger shit than me you give me a yell so i can come put em in their place. Dont want no one giving anyone else a hard time. All got to work together or something.

    Gonna rent a boat this whole damn week. Anyone wants to learn sailing in the chop speak up. Shood be clear most days so weather aint a problem.

    Biology lab students dont forget to do yur observations and get me them notes from yer instructors saying theyll accept it as extra credit. Itll get added to yur grade from this trimester once the lab is done.

    ~ Official King Shit
    wrnpcs: ([cafeteria npcs])
    [personal profile] wrnpcs
    [There seems to be a festive atmosphere all throughout Garden. Why? Because it's the Homecoming Carnival! The Garden Festival Committee have been hard at work all morning and when 1300 hours strikes, it's finally open for everyone to enjoy.

    The directory has been reprogrammed slightly:
    It also has a piece of paper stuck underneath:

    Kissing booth: Turn around
    Food booths: Around 1F main circle
    Triple Triad: 2F bridge
    Carnival games: Front gate area
    Chocobo rides: Road to Garden


    Each stall/booth has free, more elaborate maps:
    Large image! )

    Have fun, Garden!]


    Each attraction has its own thread. We've listed the people running shifts in the top comments as a reminder to those who signed up; feel free to make your character a thread for their shift even if you missed OOC signups.

    Characters have different shifts which allow for everyone to enjoy other parts of the carnival as well instead of being stuck manning a booth the whole night. For the dunk tank, kissing booth, food booths, and talent quest it's best to leave your character's name in the subject of their comment to start off their thread indicating their shift/time onstage.

    Proceeds will be split between further events and building and furnishing a student lounge for fun stuff, so most attractions cost money:
    Kissing booth: 2 gil per kiss
    Chocobo rides: 5 gil per person
    Carnival games (archery, throwing/shooting X at Y, water gun race, whack a mole, skee ball, Ring the Bell, etc): 1 gil per game
    Face painting: 2 gil per person
    Food stalls: Snow cones 3 gil, cotton candy 3 gil, and funnel cake 5 gil; "food from your home world" up to individual characters
    Dunk tank: 5 gil for 3 balls, 10 gil for 10 balls
    Fortune telling: 3 gil per reading
    Marriage booth: 5 gil a couple
    Balloon animals: 3 gil an animal
    wrnpcs: ([cafeteria npcs])
    [personal profile] wrnpcs
    [BBS]
    [SUP GUYS IT'S RUSSELL DRAKE]

    Good morning, Balamb Garden! I'm Russell Drake, on your screens on behalf of the GFC, here to remind you all about the Garden's first beauty pageant! We'll be in the quad this afternoon bringing you uniform, formal, and swimwear modeling, a talent show, and personality questions to get to know our potential Miss and Mr. Balamb Garden. We've got quite a few signups, including most of your Homecoming nominees and the entire off-worlder population of Garden, so come on down!

    [He's not going to be replying to any comments; he's gotta dash and set up the stage!]




    [ACTION]
    [A small catwalk has been added to the quad's usual stage just for today. People on it might want to be careful, as it doesn't feel like the most stable of structures to walk on...

    [Russell appears to be steering well clear of it, standing off to the side with a mic. What is his handsomeness doing not entering? Nobody knows.]


    Good afternoon and welcome to Miss and Mr. Balamb Garden, bought to you by the Garden Festival Committee! I'm your host, Russell Drake, and our judges for this competition are Headmaster Cid Kramer and his wife, Edea Kramer, here all the way from Centra for our Homecoming festivities.

    Candidates will be judged on ten point scales in three categories: Physicality, talent, and personality. Unlike Homecoming Court, this competition is not divided by position within or out of the Garden hierarchy, and winners receive a nice sash!

    Without further ado, let's get this show on the road!

  • Physicality will be judged by modeling in three categories, and our first category is uniform. SeeDs and cadets will wear their dress uniforms while staff members wear whatever they wear to work - whatever you're wearing, wear it with pride! The Kramers will be looking for pressed pants, polished boots, and a professional salute!
  • On the more glamorous side of the competition, our second modeling category is formal wear. As a prelude to the glitz we expect at the Homecoming dance, our candidates will be dressed to the nines!
  • Rounding off our modeling category is swimwear! [As one GFC member unfurls a beachy backdrop and another drags a small inflatable pool onstage.] Remember, folks, it's swimwear if you can see water, underwear if you can't.
  • Next up is talent! Contestants have up to three minutes to wow us with a personal talent of theirs. Anything goes, so long as you don't hurt the audience or your fellow contestants!
  • And finally, we have the personality section, where I'll ask our candidates a question to answer from the heart. There are no wrong answers! Just give your reasons for your answer, and if you're answering with something from your home world, explain that to us too.

    [Candidates have their own threads where you may respond to as many of the above bullet pointed prompts as you wish, as in the NPC examples - or if they didn't turn up, say so for the awkward silence on stage, and we will assume they will be skipped in subsequent categories! The intros given are read over their uniform modeling.]
  • espio: (and...?)
    [personal profile] espio
    Okay, so it looks like your Homecoming King nominations consist of:

    a) Old man.
    b) Fish.
    c) Me.

    Admittedly, "chameleon" might not be that much of an upgrade from "fish", but at least I'm small and comparatively non-terrifying.

    I don't really know how to do this campaigning thing, though. So, I'll play the whole "war of succession" game, but I figure I might as well throw in a bit more and tell people about myself. I'm kinda private so not many know much about me, and probably have their own ideas about what kind of person I am.

    So, little facts:

    As well as being the instructor for Intermediate and Advanced Martial Arts, I'm trained and qualified to drive and pilot every vehicle the Garden possesses. That includes the Garden itself. On top of that, Garden's second airship - the Chaotix - is my own property, which I am loaning to the Garden.

    [Well, it might as well be his own property. Technically Chaotix hadn't finished paying the airship off, but when reality implodes does it really matter who an airship belongs to?]

    I can cook rings around pretty much all of the candidates, except maybe for Pinkie Pie depending on how much you like cupcakes. I provided the catering for my best friend's wedding, and get up early every morning to make lunch for my family even if they don't ask me to. I'd offer to bake cakes for everyone, but that's not my style. That said, I could be persuaded to do a charity curry evening or something of the like.

    Speaking of charity, I've always been big on charity, especially children's charity. For some people, a little bit of financial support, food, or even a small material gift when things are going bad is truly valuable - it might not be as dramatic as fighting off monsters or hauling someone out of a burning building, but it's still providing help to someone who needs it.

    On that note, my job at home was simple: "hero." Different worlds have different perceptions of just what a hero is, but at home it was an essential role. Special and unique powers and abilities were widespread, with many willing to misuse them to threaten and endanger lives. Others with similar powers would oppose those people in order to protect the powerless. Though technology marched on, it was often the case that the police were unable to handle the threat themselves, and so the "hero" was often called upon to neutralise a threat and enable the police to bring the villains into custody. While this world is not exactly "safe" and has its own dangers and troubles, it is probably a good thing that my job is not applicable here.

    Finally, in my spare time, I write. As you might imagine, my job shoved me into a whole bunch of ridiculous situations, and that hobby came about by trying to get my stories down on paper, though now I write mostly fiction. If anyone wants to read about what me and my friends got up to at home, fighting robot swarms and totalitarian global dictators of alien worlds, ask. I don't mind making copies.

    And last, if anyone's curious about anything, even if it's something dumb, ask. Okay?
    wrnpcs: ([cafeteria npcs])
    [personal profile] wrnpcs
    [Oh hey, it's that handsome blonde guy from the GFC with the scar in his upper lip.]

    Hello, citizens of Balamb Garden! I'm Russell Drake from the Garden Festival Committee, on the BBS today to announce Homecoming! For those of you who missed the last one and, like me, are from a place where homecoming isn't really a thing [the reason for the GFC's weird ideas about and timing for homecoming], it's a weekend party with a carnival and a dance where you might just win a plastic crown! [You may think he's being sarcastic about that crown, but in fact he is very earnest. Who wouldn't want a plastic crown??]

    Get to know your fellow classmates and SeeDs, because next week in the quad, we'll be holding write in nominations for Homecoming Court, with SeeDs eligible for the titles of King and Queen as appropriate for their gender, and Cadets similarly eligible for Prince and Princess. They'll then have four weeks to campaign for your votes at the Homecoming Dance, which will be held on November 9th. Please note that last year's winners, SeeD Marco, Instructor Pinkie Pie, SeeD Edward Elric, and SeeD Mikuru Asahina are not eligible for nomination. Each organization may also choose their own Beaus and Sweethearts to represent them in the Court!

    During homecoming week, week 6 of the trimester, we'll also be holding a date auction for those who want a little extra help getting a date for the dance, and a carnival on Friday November 8th. Yes, that means a day off school for fun, food, and entertainment! Let us know now about any stalls you'd like to see or perhaps run here; we love taking suggestions! The usual favorites such as the dunk tank, kissing booth, food stands, and talent quest will all be there; however, the Ferris wheel, bumper cars, and carousel have declined to return this year. [Alas, financial issues and unpopular political independence are not a good combination.] Personally, my favorites are the food stands - I love trying food from everyone's home worlds!

    On behalf of the GFC, I'd like to wish everyone a warm welcome back to Balamb continent and the new trimester. Drake, out.
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    [personal profile] selphie_t
    [Selphie wasn't feeling like herself and instead of having people come out seeking her for whatever reason, she'd sent notice to the Headmaster that she was taking a couple weeks off. She wanted to be away from the hustle and bustle of Garden for a bit. She'd left early one morning without telling anyone in the dorms.

    The down time did wonders for her and let her sort herself out in ways that she wouldn't have been able to do at Balamb. She couldn't go very far because of the political situation but it was nice to get away all the same. It may have seemed like she was running away from her problems but she ran anyway. To her, it felt like the only option left to her at the time.

    That was over two weeks ago. The perky brunette has returned to Garden eager to get back to work. This is another issue she's conflicted about. What does she want to do with her life? All she's ever known is being a SeeD and it has left her wondering what else is out there. She'd always be in danger if she remained in Garden but regardless, Garden was home for her.

    With this problem in mind, Selphie heads for the dorms, intent on browsing the BBS to get caught up on what's been going on at the school. Getting back to Balamb itself had proven to be a problem with the declaration of Balamb Garden's independence and had left her with no choice but to improvise. Finding clothes that were different from her own weren't a major problem but security at the borders was possibly tighter than when they'd been at war.

    Regardless, anyone who spots the girl sneaking through the halls might just notice that she's styled her hair into a plain ponytail but leaving her bangs the same. A simple pair of jeans and t-shirt with sneakers had allowed her to blend in with the public better than her usual attire.

    Eventually, she logs onto the network and after browsing through the BBS, she decides to make a post.]


    Guess this will teach me to take a vacation, huh?

    [Although, the "gentlemen" who attempted a strip search at the border have since lived to regret it. Selphie... intentionally neglects to mention that little tidbit.]
    commanderzabala: (the commander)
    [personal profile] commanderzabala
    [The Commander is in full uniform today as she faces the camera, hands on the table in front of her. She is not in her office; in fact, to judge by the backdrop behind her, she is not anywhere within Balamb Garden at all.]

    Citizens of Balamb Garden. I apologize for not making this announcement in person to you, however, I believe you would rather have it immediately than in person.

    As you should be aware, Balamb Garden is nominally a part of Balamb itself. In addition to the military organization of SeeD, we are subject to Balamb's laws and government, and are a territory under its juridiction.

    As of noon today, that relationship, between Balamb Garden and Balamb, is formally dissolved. From today onwards, Balamb Garden is an independent political entity.

    I wish to make two things clear to you all. First of all, this will not meaningfully impact your day-to-day lives. Balamb Garden is already the home of its own school system, generates its own power, and has its own effective government structure and regulations in the form of the SeeD Code of Conduct. While we may require some minor adjustment, our business will continue as usual.

    Second, the reason we are doing this is for the benefit of our offworld population. As an independent entity, Balamb Garden is free to directly act in ways that we did not have the authority to do, such as direct negotiations with other nations with regards to treatment of offworlders. We are also doing this for the protection of the citizens of Balamb, so that our actions have no ties and no repercussions to the government of Balamb.

    As of noon today, you are all citizens of Balamb Garden. On that note, Balamb has allowed for a dual-citizenship stance, and will continue to accept applications for citizenship from offworlders, if you wish to have a civilian identity, or be a member of a nation which is not also a military organization. A Garden citizenship has our weight behind it, but a Balamb citizenship is that much more likely to be respected on the global stage at present. SeeD will not look with any prejudice or disfavor on current or future citizens of Balamb.

    In addition, Esthar and Galbadia have both withdrawn from from all right-of-transit treaties concerning Balamb Garden. In other words, Garden no longer has any existing right to pass into territory belonging to these two nations. [A faint flicker of a smile touches the Commander's face, at that.] Putting all questions of enforcement aside, however, we expect that negotiations for access will be fairly routine, as it remains in their best interest to continue to use us for our stated purposes.

    Negotiations over the fine points are continuing as we speak, and I will remain away from Garden until these are concluded. When I return, however, I will make myself free for any questions on this matter. In addition, I will respond to post on this matter as I am able (though do not expect it). In the meantime, if you have any ideas or suggestions for how best to leverage our new independence, I invite you to discuss them.

    That is all.
    ascendit: (try to pull a stunt like this)
    [personal profile] ascendit
    [Someone has been absent from class all week. Why?]

    i was hiding for a WEEK. you guys suck at finding people.

    [Nate is much easier to find now, though: He's in the library, catching up on the CUL 101 classes he missed by copying photos of Shumi from a textbook and annotating these drawings with cultural information. You can bug him! Or perhaps he will bug you when he tears out a page from his notebook, crumples it up, and throws it out - without really looking up to properly target the bin.

    [Yeah, he might have hit someone.]
    count_to_peace: (Peacecraft: calm)
    [personal profile] count_to_peace
    [ACTION]

    [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.]



    [BBS]

    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

    [BBS]

    Jul. 7th, 2013 12:54 am
    zell_dincht: (Shock)
    [personal profile] zell_dincht
    I'M NOT DEAD!!!!

    I dunno if I've been missing or something for the last 22 years, but I'm fine, I swear!! Time compression got all weird and I guess I found my way back to the right place, but not the right time. Unless this ends up getting fixed, and I get sent back to my real time, so no one even noticed I was gone, but then does that mean there's a 40-year-old version of me walking around?

    ... ... ... ... I'll worry about that later! SQUALL, Rinoa, Selphie, Quistis, ANYONE!! Did anyone else make it through, or am I the only one that screwed up? Oh man, am I the only one here?!!!

    How's Ma doing?! Is she okay?!

    Guys, get a hold of me AS SOON AS YOU SEE THIS!!!

    -Zell
    fierybluebird: (beach party trio)
    [personal profile] fierybluebird
    [A: Marco generally lives on a different plane from most. He's long since realized and accepted this, but every so often it sinks in with lightning speed. He's damned glad to have Thatch and Namur back around him again, but it also makes other old habits recur. Which is why Marco spends a good portion of time up in trees again, singing quietly. He's hardly alone though, between birds in the trees with him and people crossing below, it wouldn't be hard to catch him during this time at all.]

    [B: And then he makes two BBS posts back to back.]


    Hey everyone! Saturday is my baby brother's birthday! Namur's. You probably noticed by now that he's a pirate and very proud of that heritage, so I was hoping we could have a beach party! I don't want to steal Selphie's brilliant plan, but if it's not too much trouble to combine the two, I know he'd absolutely love that. Presents are definitely not required, just come and have fun! But if you feel like it, he loves sushi and booze! And he'd probably get a good kick out of any snorkeling gear! [Because haha he's a shark. Not that Marco mentioned that part because Marco is an ass.]

    [C: The next part is on a way more serious note and he tries to distract Thatch from seeing it.]


    On a way more serious note, someone used black holes during the fight. You're not in trouble for that, it was a great idea tactically, and I'm glad you did it.

    However, there's a big deal about them back home in my world, and an old family enemy. If possible, I'd like to speak to the person who used them in person about that technique please.

    The Time Compression offers a bizarre chance to cheat death in a way. For anyone who is dead in their own world's timeline and knows it, or anyone who knows of a friend from their timeline who is dead there, but alive here, please speak with me about that. I'm sorry for the intensely personal nature of that question, but it's important and I promise, I only wish to help.

    Likewise, during the whole spirit world gate thing, some of us went through some big changes. Or had certain aspects of themselves revealed. If anyone is suffering lingering effects, aftermath or simply could use someone to talk to about it, I can probably help more than you'd expect.

    And lastly, while we're on the topic of possibly negative things taking us by surprise, I know of at least two people here with personal experiences dealing with slavery. Could a native to this world help clear up some questions about citizenry and this world's slavery that isn't easily found it textbooks, and if any other offworlders would like to come forth to talk about their experiences with it, I'd vastly appreciate that. I can also give you some resources to help.

    Thank you very much,
    - Marco

    P.S. Oh, and the offer for tutoring sessions is back on. I'll extend it past all forms of mathematics and reading, to martial arts, biology, and tips on cheating your way through Instructor Thatch's course, but the biology tutoring will be with Namur, and the last one requires bribes. Those swords of Thatch's are almost as sharp as his clothes and hair. ;)

    P.P.S. Dolphin! If you see this, Namur is from Fishman Island. Namur, Dolphin knows a city called Atlantis that is very much like Fishman Island! Also Dolphin, Namur can actually draw, unlike me, so he can help you in comparing the two! Discuss away you both.
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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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    [Balamb Garden surged forward through the black predawn hours, racing across the Great Plain of Esthar. 22 years ago, mobile Gardens had no access to the continent, but in the course of the decades and the increased goodwill between Balamb and Esthar, a large portion of the rocky cliffs had been demolished and graded, making an access ramp for the academies.]

    [The night was completely black. The moon was new, and thus not out, and clouds covered the sky from horizon to horizon. In the distance, though, a sickly white-yellow light illuminated the low-hanging cloud cover.]

    [The Time Compression distortion above Tears Point lanced into the sky past the clouds, a mighty finger of warped light that stood literal miles high. At its base, Tears Point faded in and out of view like a mirage.]

    [The Ragnarok and the Chaotix docked with Balamb as the academy shuddered to a halt just outside of the projected worst-case scenario blast. Already loaded with supplies and ready for transport, the two airships held motionless just long enough for the combatants to board before lifting off, as the first rays of dawn ran across their hulls.

    [Visible to the south, on the opposite side, three other airships raced to Tears Point: two literal sailing ships with propellers in place of sails, and one mighty large enough to engulf the other two a dozen times over. They landed in formation, and the army of Sol Invictus -- not just foot soldiers, but mighty vehicles and weapons of war -- emerged from its depths to form lines.]

    [Not intentionally, but simply as a matter of the ebb and flow of the tides of war, Balamb Garden and Sol Invictus struck at the same time.]

    [At first it was to no avail: the machinery of Tears Point, meant to repel the Lunatic Pandora, had been resurrected and repurposed; the mighty field they formed served as a mighty wall, repelling all efforts to breach it. But as Lunatic Pandora had ultimately overwhelmed it, so too did the field seem vulnerable to the massed might of its foes. From the SeeDs, blows, spells, and an abundance of rockets smashed into the field, weakening it with each impact, while on the other side Sol Invictus unleashed an astonishing fusillade of technological and magical might of their own. The generators whined and hummed in furious protests, their engines straining to counteract the onslaught. A couple of ranks in, the first machine to fail popped in brilliant flare of light, electricity arcing across its neighbors and smoldering metal shotgunning outwards.]

    [As if signaled, a wave of monsters -- almost literally, the way they surged outwards between the protective devices -- passed through the one-way field effortlessly, smashing into the assembled lines. Though numerous, they were comparatively week; the might of Sol Invictus, and the training and discipline of the SeeDs and cadets, met their attack and repelled it with minimal loss. The monsters, however, seemed endless. Time Compression continued to surge and write, depositing wave after wave of foes to harry and harass those who opposed the Time Compression Mage's ultimate goal, and though those monsters could not dispatch his enemies, they accomplished their purpose nonetheless.]

    [The great Time Compression Distortion abruptly shuddered, then without warning, disgorged a massive shape all at once, more like that great form had always been there than as if it had in some sense emerged from the distortion. Three miles tall, one and half wide; a gargantuan metal structure than shone as if with veins of light, almost obscuring the symbol of Esthar on its side.]

    [Lunatic Pandora.]

    [At once, the field machines short-circuit in a pyrotechnical display that would have been awe-inspiring if not for the appearance of the Lunatic Pandora itself. The sudden shift of tidal forces was gut-wrenching, enough to drive weaker people to their knees from vertigo and nausea. In the sky above, the new moon burned a brilliant red, a long finger stretching from its surface towards the earth.]

    [The field is down, but the monsters continue to surge forwards. Somewhere inside, the Time Compression Mage harnesses the massive tidal forces generated by the Crystal Pillar for his own ends. An army with a common goal fights on the opposite side of the pillar, but is the enemy of your enemy your friend?]

    [The Lunar cry has begun.]

    [OOC: Post to the threads below, or start your own if you have a scene you wish to do. There is no tagging order; respond as you see fit. Mod tags may come at any time. You may also NPC monsters or encounters yourselves if you desire. If you are specifically requesting a mod tag, please put some indication in the subject line of your comment. The OOC planning post is here!]
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    For those who don't know me, my name is Thatch. I'm the new Instructor for Tactics and Leadership.

    Anyone who is not sorted into a combat unit, or is unsure how to proceed in this mission, contact me ASAP.


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