[After a long period of time, perhaps a month -- perhaps half a month -- the measure of protection he's had commissioned from his own protective armour is complete. He's checked the handiwork by the qiqirn jeweller-- the only measure of protection he can afford to spare ( Read more... )

[Ever since the arrival of the singing statue within the safety of the Eidolon Wall, it's song has become just a part of the sacred enclosure as the murals and the prayer incense. To find the area silent disturbs Eiko in ways even she can't say. But even more upsetting is the presence of the Eidolon wreathed in darkness. She's only ever seen the ( Read more... )

[Eiko is busy rushing around her room, gathering flutes and rackets from every nook and cranny imaginable. There's some distressed kupos from moogles fluttering around. One of them finally works up the courage to tell her 'Lady Eiko, it's on.' The child whips around and slaps her hands on her hips in true bossy fashion.]

All summoners are to report ( Read more... )

[After the battle with the experimental lamia, Rishfee had been left reeling. Not by Hellmasker -- Vincent had always referred to his demons in the plural, even told him of some of them. But by Lilisette. Immortals had abilities that most humans could only dream of. One of which was the ability to percept auras. Stronger, more powerful Immortals ( Read more... )

[Lili is finally fully recovered and ready to set out after the journey to the Wind Shrine. She'll be wandering around Troia for a little bit. If anyone there would like to say hello, feel free to do so. She's slowly making her way to the airship docks ( Read more... )

It should be around here somewhere… [Lilisette sorely misses the company she recently left, but she has a task to accomplish as well. She vaguely remembers the map that Vincent showed her on her sky phone, but it looked like a straight shot so she hasn’t checked it all day. Besides, she has full faith in her navigational skillset.]

[But as she ( Read more... )

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[Rishfee's standing alone, amidst the mist of Caedarva. The sun is just setting, and overall the creeepiness around the place is made even creepier.]

A word, if I may.
You appear to have been quite busy as of late. I was hoping you'd spare the time for a story. It has been a while since our last.

[The words are simple enough. Almost ( Read more... )

Yeah, I understand that the Lunar Cry has left everyone on edge, and we all need to lighten up.

But this? [She holds up the love letter.] This is uncalled for!

[She's muttering in Wutaian, which sounds an awfully like a string of curses.]

Whoever Rishfee is? You've got a lot of explaining to do!

[The back of Lilisette's head had only throbbed more as the white, puffball had started speaking to her. Its words went in one ear and out of the other as she idly listened, its speech familiar but not quite on par with her own world. Speaking of, the last thing she remembered was the tear-streaked face of her tag-team partner and the gaping vortex ( Read more... )

[Rishfee finally makes it to Lindblum exactly as planned; a few days after the conversation he'd held with Vincent and making himself known to the living world once more. He carries a thick leather sack upon one shoulder; the rest of Nashmau's real exports safely hidden within the Mire amidst the fake exports of silks, perfumes, and tapestries ( Read more... )