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melodiesoflife2015-07-02 08:09 pm
wickedone) wrote in melodiesoflife2015-07-02 08:09 pm
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Only the strong survive
Who: Albel, Fayt, Vincent, Terra, and Meredy
What: Monster Hunting! Training for Kalki's arrival.
Where: Calm Plains and Aqurean Forest area
When: July 11 - July 23
Warnings: None!
Once the majority of the civilians had been evacuated from Aqures Ixen, and Albel's general duties for maintaining a calm and orderly pace to the airship had ended, the real work began. Training was required, training with these new "jobs," these new "skills," before the Empire's forces arrived.
Now Albel might be new to this world, and he might have very little personally invested in it. But Fayt was here, Nel's crystal was here, and dammit, as long as he was stuck here he would defend his existence.
To the death, if need be.
But, since that was not the ideal outcome...
On the morning of July 11, several letters went out personally delivered by Mogdelina. There was no decoration, no courtesy of greeting (but for however the young Moogle approached the recipients). But to Fayt, Vincent, and Meredy, a simple invitation was sent.
The Empire is coming. Until then, we prepare. Meet me outside the city.
-- Albel Nox
What: Monster Hunting! Training for Kalki's arrival.
Where: Calm Plains and Aqurean Forest area
When: July 11 - July 23
Warnings: None!
Once the majority of the civilians had been evacuated from Aqures Ixen, and Albel's general duties for maintaining a calm and orderly pace to the airship had ended, the real work began. Training was required, training with these new "jobs," these new "skills," before the Empire's forces arrived.
Now Albel might be new to this world, and he might have very little personally invested in it. But Fayt was here, Nel's crystal was here, and dammit, as long as he was stuck here he would defend his existence.
To the death, if need be.
But, since that was not the ideal outcome...
On the morning of July 11, several letters went out personally delivered by Mogdelina. There was no decoration, no courtesy of greeting (but for however the young Moogle approached the recipients). But to Fayt, Vincent, and Meredy, a simple invitation was sent.
The Empire is coming. Until then, we prepare. Meet me outside the city.
-- Albel Nox
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"Ready?" She wanted to make sure, since it would surely come charging at them, "Blizzara!"
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He was amazed. He was stunned. He'd never seen anything like the creature that was revealed when Meredy cast Blizzara, and he was definitely happy he hadn't just tried to put his hands near that.
The Mimic jolted open with a protesting screech, sharp teeth exposed as it opened its maw.
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Still, a front line swordsman was the heart of any party! "Please cover Meredy!" she clasped her hands together as she began to cast another spell...
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In an instant, the warrior's figure split into two swordsman, each leaping forward to attack the mimic from both sides. Even if magic was better, a good sharp sword would still do some damage! With a chunk, the blades bit into the wood, chipping and splintering it. The mimic roared.