AN OTHERWORLD

AFFILIATED WITH CITTA-ALVEARE

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kujacku:

That horrid, wagging spoon would be little more than melted plastic, were it not for the bindings placed on him. In place of searing flames, the best Kuja could muster was a scathing look and upturned lip. It would have to do. “And waste a perfectly good handful of flowers? Perish the thought. You aren’t worth the effort.” Nor the effort to talk to, but here he was regardless. “But I assure you, once I have everything that was taken, I’ll more than happy to oblige. ” 

Never mind the mention of sharing. The last person Kuja would share with was this man, or any of those foolish cretins. Then again, he likely wasn’t talking about the flowers. Enjoyment was another thing entirely. Tempting as it was to leave like that, he paused in misstep and considered. “Curious. Tell me, if you’re here, what of the others? That inane jester and tyrant, for one. I’m certain they’d make noise if they had appeared, but better safe than sorry.” 

“Yeah, yeah.“ All talk, nothing to back it up. Hadn’t changed much from last time they met. Guy was like his flowers, pretty to look at but a bundle of boredom, minus the part where the greenery didn’t act so full of itself. The mention of these loons offered an opening he took aim at with a grin. “Missing your loony friends? Got lucky, buddy. If you’re up to no good, the clowns ain’t here to steal your spotlight this time.“

The majority of that camp wasn’t about scheming subtly, so going by the lack of explosions and mayhem wasn’t wrong per say. Jecht crossed his arms behind his back, squinting. First time he saw the guy walking. Sheesh, he was actually taller than him?  “Haven’t seen anyone from Chaos or Spiritus. But, there’s a lot of Cosmos and Materia’s side- ‘n me. So try not to get any funny murderous thoughts. You’re recent arrival here anyway, aren’t ya?” 

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@oerbasun

"Here ya go.” Handing over one of the ice-cream milkshakes he got them, he sat down by the fountain and made himself comfortable. Sure it was only May, but the weather was right out of mid-July today. Would only get hotter too, but he had no idea what kind of seasons they had here. “Say, ya working somewhere here? Feels like we’ve been here for a while now...”

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@defensatricis

“Ya know... it wouldn’t hurt ya to relax some.“ Pointless telling it to that soldier-type folks, he knew. Adding something like ‘this isn’t a war’ wouldn’t accomplish anything, but being on edge all the time must be mentally exhausting. “You on active duty for a company here or somethin’?”

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@chuketsu

The afternoon had itself stretched into infinity from the feel of it. Since his appointment had been cancelled, the remaining options were to go home or stay in the mall in Sector 05 for a while longer. Jecht’s decision veered towards the latter, browsing the stores.  

In the middle of doing so, he noticed a girl about Yuna’s age. “Hey miss. Yeah, you there. Ya got something there...“ He mirrored where, pointing to the back of his jaw. “Uh. Need a handkerchief?”

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kujacku:

Few things in the city attracted Kuja’s eye quite like beauty. The entire city lacked anything worth salvaging as a whole, but there lay diamonds in the rough, shimmering just beyond view. There were floral displays on a street corner, on the peripheral of public view. Inside the space lay something he could almost call pretty. There was certainly something pleasing to the flowers, even if they lacked much in the way of presentation. 

Sadly, such moments are ephemeral. A familiar face emerged from the crowd, carrying that familiar gait; all muscle and meat, not a single quality worth keeping.

“Not an ounce of grace in you.” With one arm full of flowers, Kuja used the other to shoo him. “Well, what are you standing there for? Off with you. Shoo. Some of us were enjoying things here.”

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And with every ounce of grace he lacked, he pointed with the plastic spoon at the familiar face. Never figured out what the guy was about, except for attempting to score high in a prettiness competition in his mind against the whole world. “Tough luck, so am I. Guess you’re still learning about the ‘sharing’ part of enjoyment, ain’tcha?” So with a shrug and sticking the spoon into his mouth (certainly to make the issue the other one had worse), he simply continued with his point. 

“What’reya planningto do if Idon’t? Smotherme-” Cue taking the spoon out and tossing it with the now empty yoghurt into the bin behind him. “-with that bouquet?”

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OKAY, I fell behind on here and looking at my draft count is draining all my motivation so I’ll drop all of my current threads, barring starters I’ve not replied to yet.

So here’s a fresh starter call. No cap, but I’ll be a bit selective depending on what I can come up with!

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“Anyone else see that flock of kittens in little sweaters or did someone slip somethin’ into my drink?“ 

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faythymn:

❀|   “Really ?!”  Her response came in a gasp and breath– a feather blown in a gust of excitement. She rushed to her feet, hands clasped. Those darling eyes shed all their maturity. For however she could present herself to others, High Summoner Yuna was still that tiny girl at the door greeting his adventures with her eyes full of stars. “A-ah. Yes! .. Thank you, S-sir Jecht!”   With a realizing flutter of her step, she tried to regain her composure. A bow would do. “Let me call her.”  Yuna moved toward the open window. She spread her arms wide, one hand  forward and one hand back. Like the first few steps of a dance, she spun and lifted her arms. A impromptu without a staff to guide pyreflies, it worked nonetheless. A small glyph under her foot and rush of wind past the curtains….

 Valefor ,daughter of the shore and horizon, landed on the windowsill like a common bird, reduced.  There another Aeon was already here though. Familiar. And.. unfairly larger. 

He grew a little suspicious when the glyph didn’t expand as it should, and his excitable expression took a recoil when the summoned Aeon fit its size. “Uhhh...” She was possibly the size of both his hands if he put them together. He swallowed a snort and lifted a hand in greeting for the bird-like summoned monster. “Hey. Err... ” From her to her summoner, then back with a lost expression. “Guess that shoulda been expected... sorry Val, I told Yuna to call ya.”

“It’s not her fault, we all got our powers taken. Hey, don’t look at me like that. I ain’t got none either. Nothing Final Aeon. Else I wouldn’t---- eh scratch that.” Be here. He couldn’t say it was a good thing either anymore. The Blitz King’s attention settled again on the summoner. The relief of her possessing at least one summon left him with a new concern.  “Did they leave ya any spells? I don’t think I can have ya stay here, but I can’t let ya run around while I’m stuck here with the freaks out there either. Some of the people they put here are dangerous. More than fiends.”

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justicebringingcowboy:

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         “Aw shucks, you shouldn’t have.” The cowboy replies to a drunkard,  who seemed to be trying to give him a bad time. In a bar of all places, this was simply NOTHING new to him. Sure he might’ve snagged the drink from the other, only because they were getting rowdy from one too many. “oi, gimmie my fuck’in drink back ya bastard…” the stranger slurred, getting agitated and nearly violent as moments ticked away.”Now now, no need to get loud, partner. Seems you had far too much that you’re gettin’ stupid.” Mccree takes a swig from the glass, then from the corner of his eyes he spots a rugged man. “AIN’T that right?” time to drag him into this.

“And then I told ‘im, ‘Try with’--- huh.“ His chat interrupted, he turned around to face a guy no less rugged than himself. “Hold on, I’ll get back to ya later.“ Screen quickly locked and phone put away, he turned to see what this was about. “What’re ya both about? Don’t cause any--- shit. Watch out.“ A word away from his warning, the drunk patron lifted his stool to swing it at the guy who addressed him. And judging by the glare, it was already too late for him to back out. Seemed like a bit of a too brief window for him to step into this, he managed to get off his seat. The rest of the bar now cast all of their attention on them too. Oh brother.

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dynetranced:

A frown crossed his features, surely making him look even younger as a cheek puffed out in annoyance. This guy wasn’t even that tall…He crossed his arms, taking his hands off the hilt of his wooden daggers. 

“Well, I can just kind of vaguely remember you,” was he someone dangerous? Zidane wasn’t quite sure. “But I’m definitely not your fan. Don’t you think it’d be more than a vague recollection if you were some hot shot where I came from?” He jabbed his thumb in the guy’s direction.

“And I definitely don’t know any ‘Great Sir Jecht’ either, not like you look like much of a sir anyway.”

“So maybe you just reminded me of someone else,” a lazy shrug as he laced his fingers together, stretching. “I’ve traveled all over the place, and famous by association myself.” For more than a few reasons. “So don’t go acting all high-and-mighty like some big shot, huh?” Admittedly, probably not the person he should be giving lip, but this kind of macho dad figure was someone he was used to trading blows with.

His tail flicked as he thought about the Troupe, about Baku. The same kind of rough demeanor and a willingness to trade blows. His chest ached in familiarity.

He laughed along, especially at the part where he was denied the title. What a punk! “Huh. Know what a real Sir’s supposed to look like from your picture books, do ya?” Not that he actually knew what the supposed image was. What mattered after all was the job getting done, but maybe the boy came from somewhere where the title had closer ties to jobs or groups.  

Leaving that behind with a shrug, he continued playfully jabbing back. As he was, he had no estimate for when it was too much, but seeing as he was in a good mood that was among his last thoughts. Chest held high, doubled with the ‘high and mighty’ that annoyed the short stranger so much. “So, I’m s’pposed to recognize ya too? Tough luck. Whatcha famous for, kiddo? Biting ankles?“ 

Not much someone like that could be famous for, but he was vaguely familiar. Lips pursed, he made his guesses. “Causing trouble? Saving the world?” A bit emphasis in the way he voiced the last one, like he wasn’t taking that one lightly.  

Most he fought alongside with- even those who fought against him, were like that after all. Small shoulders to bear destiny, but that’s what it took. Being young and naive...

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Your muse’s Pokémon Team 

Water, water, water, water, water, the original sin. Checks out.

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faythymn:

❀|  Yuna nodded at the gratitude. A simple spell, it was no problem to preform. Did the job. Sir Jecht returned back to his normal self, already up and moving.  He never did learn how to sit still, did he? he was stronger than most, so she would not chide him further. She brought her knees up. The heels of her boots perched on the metal support of the bedframe.  Arms wrapped around and her hands laced down by her ankles.  “This place is too big, so.. I haven’t gotten very far. It’s an adventure ! Some of the signs are troublesome to read because they’re not in Spiran…  But, there is one place I want to go.  Have you heard of a floating city?” Her voice fell to daydreaming tones. “Canals  and glass that reflect the clouds…”

She lived in the district with access to it, but had no idea how to go about it.  Imagination never did these places any justice, as was the case with Zanarkand, even a glance. She wiggled her toes. “ There’s lots of Machina there, but I bet it’s beautiful like Zanarkand too. I think Valefor would like it.. Ah.. I can always summon her for you too, Sir Jecht.”

He hadn’t thought much about it, but the script was different... less stylized but it felt similar to Spiran. Maybe he’d gotten used to playing it by ear when it came to these differences and such. Even his signature somehow got a pass. Made him wonder what they were even using here, but before these thoughts got far they were already side-tracked by her wistful dreaming. “Hey.” It was that face. That Jecht has a stupid idea-face. 

That one. “Go, summon her. First time I hear of a floatin’ city Yuna, but if you wanna go there, we’ll find it. I’ll get ya to it, promised. Valefor’s gonna help us and scout it for us.” Even he was enraptured in the idea of adventure, because he’s never heard of anything like a flying city before. The way she described it, she pulled him right into her daydreams and he pictured something like home except with clouds instead of water. “Leave it to us.” He said, as if he were already highfiving the other Aeon about their new goal before she was even summoned.

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What DnD Character are you?

You Are A: Neutral Good Half-Orc Paladin (5th Level)

Ability Scores: Strength- 18 Dexterity- 19 Constitution- 15 Intelligence- 14 Wisdom- 12 Charisma- 17

Neutral Good-

A neutral good character does the best that a good person can do. He is devoted to helping others. He works with kings and magistrates but does not feel beholden to them. Neutral good is the best alignment you can be because it means doing what is good without bias for or against order. However, neutral good can be a dangerous alignment when it advances mediocrity by limiting the actions of the truly capable.

Half-Orcs

are the short-tempered and sullen result of human and orc pairings. They would rather act than ponder and would rather fight than argue. They love simple pleasures, such as feasting, boasting, and wild dancing. They are an asset at the right sort of party, but not at the duchess's grand ball. Half-orcs are as tall as humans but their brutish features betray their lineage. They regard scars as tokens of pride and things of beauty. They rarely reach 75 years of age.

Paladin

Paladins take their adventures seriously, and even a mundane mission is, in the heart of the paladin, a personal test an opportunity to demonstrate bravery, to learn tactics, and to find ways to do good. Divine power protects these warriors of virtue, warding off harm, protecting from disease, healing, and guarding against fear. The paladin can also direct this power to help others, healing wounds or curing diseases, and also use it to destroy evil. Experienced paladins can smite evil foes and turn away undead. A paladin's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that they can cast. Many of the paladin's special abilities also benefit from a high Charisma score.

Alignment:

Lawful Good ----- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (26) Neutral Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (30) Chaotic Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (27) Lawful Neutral -- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (21) True Neutral ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (25) Chaotic Neutral - XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (22) Lawful Evil ----- XXXXXXXXX (9) Neutral Evil ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXX (13) Chaotic Evil ---- XXXXXXXXXX (10)

Law & Chaos:

Law ----- XXXXXXXXX (9) Neutral - XXXXXXXXXXXXX (13) Chaos --- XXXXXXXXXX (10)

Good & Evil:

Good ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (17) Neutral - XXXXXXXXXXXX (12) Evil ---- (0)

Race:

Human ---- XXXXXXXXXXXXX (13) Dwarf ---- XXXXXXXX (8) Elf ------ XXXX (4) Gnome ---- XXXX (4) Halfling - XX (2) Half-Elf - XXXXXX (6) Half-Orc - XXXXXXXXXXXXXX (14)

Class:

Barbarian - XXXXXX (6) Bard ------ XXXXXXXXXX (10) Cleric ---- XX (2) Druid ----- XXXXXXXXXXXX (12) Fighter --- XXXXXXXXXXXXXX (14) Monk ------ XXXXXXXXXXXXXX (14) Paladin --- XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX (16) Ranger ---- XXXXXXXXXXXX (12) Rogue ----- XXXXXXXX (8) Sorcerer -- XXXXXXXXXXXXXX (14) Wizard ---- XX (2)

Do u ever just want to RP with a certain mutual but they’re like PERFECT and you’re the lord of potatos?