[It is relatively dark in Celes' barracks. She kneels on the severe military-issue bed that she has softened up to the best of her ability with a non-regulation duvet with blue roses. Also non-regulation, a white net ring canopy hanging from a loose bolt on the ceiling casts a ghostly frame around her face and braided hair. Her eyes look tired and ( Read more... )

Before the battle comes, I wished to speak with all our allies. Some of us have friends or companions who are placed within the enemy's forces, friends who none of us wish to see come to harm. If we could share with each other who they are, we can avoid confrontations with them. There is no need to fight those who are not truly our enemies, and in ( Read more... )

[Someone's really getting tired of this mess, evident in the steel of his tone.]

Four days...gods.

( [/Filtered to Cosmos\] )

[The crystal is angled up at Celes' furrowed brow and scowling lips, making her appear to be even taller and more menacing than she is in person. Its image bounces in time to the rapid clicking of her booted footfalls.]

If this is your idea of a joke, I am not amused! I at least had the common courtesy to warp with you and Gestahl instead of ( Read more... )