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Agnès Oblige with Isola Radiale.

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AGNES OBLIGE//FANTASIA WAR

--BASICS

RACE: ELF

AGE: 23

ALLIANCE: XALPHINA but she’s trying really hard for peace!

APPEARANCE: She looks as she usually does, but she’s got noticeable ears with a rounded point and might be a bit taller than her castmates remember. (Do note I HC her as really tall for a dfab person anyway) Her eyes are a pale green usually, but they seem a little more alight/glowy than usual.

--POWERS

RETAINED: cure x5 daily, aero x3 daily.

ADOPTED:  BARRIER, RESTORE, AWAKEN, BLESSING, LIGHT

SPECIES: Better night vision

EQUIPMENT: staff.

--OTHER

OCCUPATION: She’s big on magic research; she originally hailed from Yela Alora but quickly made her way to Xalphina in an attempt to figure out a magical solution to the whole predicament everyone’s in. She also naturally slides into the role of a diplomat, trying to improve foreign relations and pacify conflict. She’s got a BIG job ahead of her but she had to resolve two international political conflicts in her homeworld, she’s ready. (well, one and a half considering her canon point)

CAN BE FOUND: Eriol primarily, all over really. political offices, areas of study, you name it, she’s hangin. May be in other lands but primarily on business. Note that She’s usually got guards in tow on foreign visits considering her position.

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Agnes will be an ELF affiliated with XALPHINA! 

Honestly she’s going to be more at home in this environment than she is in Spirale just because this is closer to Luxendarc. Watch out, world.

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Sometimes it was Edea’s voice.

Sometimes, others.

But this time, it was’t. Agnes dropped to her knees, facing barren ground. It’d happened like this once before. For once she was almost completely alone here. It was just her and Edea. He’d dropped dead after that, she thought she lost him and yet here he was in her ears as if he never got separated--

If this was supposed to help, it was doing the opposite of that now. Fingertips dug into her temples. She’d tried so hard, but it wasn’t enough, it was never enough, if only she’d been stronger, if only she knew if...

Get up, she could almost hear him say, Get up, she could almost hear all three of them say, all three and then some. A chorus of calls to rise. That’s...that’s what they’d want. A hand fell to the ground, propping her up as her knees lifted.

It was a vestal’s job to pray, wasn’t it? And even though those she fought alongside weren’t here quite right now, she had to represent all of them. Even if they weren’t here, she knew it in their hearts that this is what they wanted, and with the power for four, for six, Agnès rose to her feet, radiating light more brightly than before. 

She took a deep breath, and she prayed. Prayed as if the purification of the world’s evils depended on it.

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fleureia‌:

     She would not have been Sumia if she did not feel some embarrassment now that the sheer number of books in her hands had been pointed out. They were a bit heavy, but she’d done this before, and could certainly carry such a weight home again. She shifted the stack onto one hip, leaning over to support the volumes. “O-oh, there’s no occasion, really…”

     “I just read a lot. And it won’t take all that long for me to get through these, so I thought I’d just… check them out all at once? Plus, some of these are part of a series, and I would hate to bring home one, only to come back later to find that the next book was already checked out.” But now she was rambling, and certainly this stranger hadn’t come to library to hear that. “O-oh, but to answer your question, I believe I just need one more book from this shelf. Are you looking for anything specific yourself?”

“Oh, I’m mostly here for historical documents...,” She trailed off, looking at the section and aware she was very lost. Oops. “I’m not from around these parts, and something tells me I need to be acquainted with the going ons around here better.” Agnès tried to get a better look at the titles, though none of it made much sense to her except one title.

“Oh, that’s a title I remember from back home!” She pointed out one in particular, bright gold lettering across a black binding. A recount of an old legend; one she was specifically aware of just from the names matching up--something about old Lester DeRosso, though it was unlikely he was named directly as such. “There’s actually truth to the legend surrounding that, funny as it is...but I don’t think I’ve read that one specifically?”

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rivolas‌:

“fuck yeah! now,” he demonstrates, springing out the piss-poor toothpick they’d given him, “sometimes, if you’ve got a weapon on you, you can wave it around―y’know, scare them a little, maybe stab one of their friends―make sure they know you’re not playing any goddamn games. and if you get whistled at again, just kick the fucker’s teeth in! except like, be careful i guess.” deft fingers swivel the knife point back to him as he offers agnes its handle. “sometimes they’ve got knives and shit too, so i get that girls can’t always speak up, right? this one kind of sucks since it’s wooden, but you can have it.”

She nods, following the speech with all the seriousness she could muster. Years ago she would’ve balked at such language; but a few curses for emphasis were just a matter of fact with common folk. The gift, however familiar it was seemed so sudden...she blinked.

“Uhm...I’m good,” she pulled out her staff from behind her, twirling it around before making a swift jab at the air near his face. “I’m already armed; besides, I wasn’t the best with knives..,” She thought back to the days it was necessary to to be a thief, furrowing her brow remembering how useless she felt without her healing magic.“I do deeply appreciate the gesture, mister...uh,”

She never did get his name, did she?

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I’d like to thank everyone monumentally for their patience with me; its been a rough week and im still not fully out of the woods with some irl problems i managed to dig for myself trying to take an art break. I’d ideally like to get my stuff together in time for me to actually do some substantial replying this month on all accounts but who knows sdhghsdg

again, thank u, it means the world to me

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rivolas‌:

“yeah, just like that! okay, now let’s spice it up a little: fuck that shit! you wanna make sure the asshole hears you.”

She clears her throat, and looks the boy dead in the eyes.

“Fuck that shit.” Her tone is solemn, solemn as any vow of destruction she ever uttered to the Kaiser Oblivion himself.

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She breathes in deeply, closes her eyes....

“Fuck.”

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alesfans‌:

     Edea watched Agnes spin and was star struck in that very moment. Was she speaking now? Right… answer.

    “It’s perfect. You look perfect.” It was only as good as it’s model, truly, but Edea was trying not to say that exactly… her feelings might be obvious, but it was still hard to say outloud. She didn’t know if Agnës felt the same, so even if she could probably read Edea like a book Edea didn’t know how to verbalize how she felt.

     Instead, she adjusted a few pieces of the garment, brushed an errant lock of hair behind Agnès’ ear, and smiled as if she was catching a glace at a goddess… and honestly, she was.

    “Do you want me to help you study now?”

“I...good...thank you,” The words escaped in hushed tones, words making less and less sense the more she looked at Edea. The hand in her hair, how she beamed back at her... this was the only thing that mattered. A hand absently echoed Edea’s own touch, Agnès’ hand hovering by her temples.

She had to study, thats why she was here, thats right. This was going to come to an end if she decided to just let all this go; but she was never one to slack on studying--but...

“Uh....Do you need me to do anything else for you first...? I think I can handle putting it off a bit.”It could wait. Would she ever have this chance again? Basically all she knew was this city but it was quite large and she well knew their paths might not stay the same forever.

Maybe she didn’t have to have her nose buried in a book just this once.

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millesimus‌:

Often Elysia tried to enjoy any free time she had by wandering about. That always lead to new and exciting adventures, given the fact that there was something always going on. Even if it seemed mundane and simple, it was better than being cooped up all day either at her jobs or at home to her own lonesome. Thus, she took the streets. 

Perhaps that’s why she often found herself in situations where she met one of the many people who lived her (either by birth or brought her like herself) and when her eyes fell upon the young woman, she smiled at her and the question that follow, she laughed. 

“Sure, I don’t mind helping out. It can be a bit overwhelming, this place.” It felt like no matter how long someone was here, it always felt like you could still get lost. “Sometimes getting lost helps you enjoy things more, I have found out but if you need help getting somewhere quick, I can probably help! I’ve been trying to get more familiar with the place. Where did you need to go?”

"Oh well...I live in Fibonacci?” She looked up past the cherry blossoms to see the sky was turning a color where the branches gave way to an endless sky, holding it up, columns in a building. “It seems to be getting late, though....is that a problem? I’d hate to be of any inconvenience...,”

“Honestly, you could point me in the direction of one of those uh, cabs are they called? In the town and that’d be fine, really.” Agnès smiled back weakly aware she was asking quite a bit of a stranger, but her attitude at least reassured her, if only somewhat. 

There was a bit of a pause as she seemed to gather words, something else to say.

“You’re right, though, this park is lovely and...I kind of stumbled upon it, you see.”

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My canon double policy has not changed but i figured i’d add a clarification in light of policy updates! we’re not messin with the bravely default au timelines ouroboros ate thanks

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“Ritual killings--i-is there something here that demands sacrifice?” oh she doesn’t like the sound of this.

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alesfans‌:

     Yeah, this was most definitely off. Two Agnes’ before her, but only one was hers. That voice calling out, so familiar yet so distant, it shook Edea. There was a sadness that gripped at her, as she realized the reality of what they had to do. This was not going to be as easy as she’d have hoped. In fact, some of their other adventures threatened to pale in comparison to this.

    “Oh… Agnes…” Her eyes were on the clone, but her gaze was wavering. “I’m… it’s not quite something you would have se-”

     “AGNES! There you are! I had to pick up more croissants, and suddenly I can’t find you anywhere!” Well, there was the other one. This was about to get a lot more awkward.

    “Right so… there’s two of each of us… funny right… haha?” It wasn’t.

The other Agnès perked up--that was her Edea! But...something was off. Agnès herself was well aware, even if this Edea had no weapon there was still an aura of attitude radiating off of her that she was all too familiar with. (Frankly, she felt a little as though she were Ringabel getting chastised which was, all rather odd).

“Two of us...but.....,” The clone had a vague idea as to why, but she didn’t want to confront it. In fact, she was filling more and more with dread.

The original, the foreigner, hung her head before straightening out. “Well, at least we’re all here this saves us some trouble; I beseech the both of you to listen....” Another breath. “There are indeed two of each of us. But,” She looked to her Edea once more. “Two of us were not from this city, as you thought yourselves to be.”

This wasn’t unusual for them; though she couldn’t remember coming into contact with an alternate version of herself at all, she’d seen many parallel versions of others she knew well. She clutched her hands to her chest, her gaze solemn as she gave looks to both Edeas.

The clone was here, right behind her, and something told her that if she just had a weapon, she could end it right here....her hands clung into her original’s shoulders, not just out of worry, but in a futile hope to restrain.

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     Edea absolutely caught that pout, and maybe she’d have offered an indignant response if it hadn’t been so cute. She couldn’t really bring herself to protest such an expression as it was, and simply found herself smiling small in response, before casting her gaze down to some of the fabric before her. Blonde locks formed a curtain which shielded the crimson flushing her cheeks from Agnes’ gaze. When Agnes asked for her opinion, however, she had to cast her gaze back up to look at her dear friend in her garment.

    Ethereal. That was the first word to come to mind, and she was a centimeter away from speaking it too. Instead, her lips formed around something less love-struck. 

     “it looks stunning on you, Agnes, like it was made for you… which, it was.” Edea giggled at her own joke, before making a few small adjustments around the positioning of the sleeves. She crouched down to adjust the hem, and reached for Agnes’ hand as she stood back up. “Ok, spin for me!” Edea was too ready to twirl her, so excited by seeing Agnes like this, so in love, if only she’d admit it.

Agnès was stuck for a few seconds, words and inflection all hanging around her like a cloud of party decorations and balloons that seemed to drop down out of nowhere. She knew she was modelling this for Edea, but just...hearing it was made for her again, reinforced...

Oh right, she was supposed to spin. That was easy enough; there was hasty beginning to the motion, but she was a bit too happy to allow herself this small frolic. Agnès was just as much stuck on Edea’s inflection as the actual words--she could feel her skin flushing, and quickly dipped her head as she spun, allowing her hair to hide her face.

“Is this good?”

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fleureia‌:

     It had been a while since her clumsiness had shown itself so directly, and now here she was, lost in thoughts about what she wanted to read next, crashing very directly into the stranger walking in the other direction. From their place clutched to her chest, a few books slipped out of her arms and onto the floor, and Sumia followed suit by crouching down both in embarrassment and to pick up her mess. Suddenly she felt so small surrounded by these 

      “O-oh, um, I’m not hurt at all. I wasn’t paying attention, I was so lost in my own thoughts. I’m sorry!” It was her fault, really - not only had she been distracted by her own thoughts, but she was holding a few too many books as well. Standing up after collecting the fallen volumes, she faced the stranger as bravely as possible. “I apologize again. Are you okay?” 

“I’m--I’m fine, please don’t fret,” She gave a small smile, not really sure what to do with herself. Seems the other lady had managed to pick up everything just fine... Quite frankly she wondered if she’d make things worse by trying to dive down, so she waited for her to finish collecting it all.”It’s ok, I’m...not so good with my surroundings either.”

“Do you need help with those? It seems like quite a lot of books....is there an occasion that merits such study?” Agnès was not unfamillair with scholars--she just wasn’t sure about anyone else’s study regimens in this land. She looked over to volumes already on the shelf...hm, a fiction section. “Did you need anything here?”

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She could feel a little bit of the same magic she knew from the crystal she was bound to all those years back pulsing within her. The vestal let out a satisfied sigh, muttered the telltale word, and let a small gust of wind summon forth from her staff.

“This will do...”

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@millesimus ; sc.

She was thankful this place wasn’t nearly as chaotic as the Luxendarc she grew up in; even with its regular anomalies it was fairly quiet sometimes. She even found herself comfortable wandering around without an escort--though she wasn’t unfamiliar with strife and combat, she rarely faced it Alone.

Unfortunately, her sense of direction still betrayed her. This cherry blossom park was a lovely place to get lost in, at least.  The vestal didn’t like not knowing where she was, but at least the scenery was calming enough. 

“Forgive me...I seem to have lost track of what way I came from. Would you mind helping me out?” She saw a woman on this part of the path, and figured she might as well ask--maybe she had a better idea than she did. “I’m not the best at navigating, you see...”