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Title: A New Challenger Approaches
Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, OPEN TO ALL (especially XIII or IX?)
When: During the Lunar Cry
Where: Near Town Square
Warnings: Violence.
Summary: New arrival? Definitely a different feel to this guy.
[What was it about this world that intrigued Noctis so much? It was an uneventful arrival, perhaps the norm for this kind of thing. He had felt... displeased. After all, he had a Crystal to defend, lineage to honor. He didn't have time to waste. If the Empires got their hands on his family's Crystal, all would be for naught. It was his birthright. No matter who they sent, he would cut them down. As he wandered the busy streets of Ultimania, he casually observed so many people he had never before met. Such strange and interesting garb, weapons so different from his own set of blades. The monsters provided little challenge, although to his displeasure a particularly aggressive cactuar had cut his arm with a stray needle. Moments later, he cut this creature in half. In all, he felt this was a fair exchange. The blades circled around Noctis, shimmering with an eerie presence, almost glittering. No matter what they cut down, not a speck of blood was left on them. Noctis himself seemed impassive to the splatters of blood on his face. He had dealt with this many times before. It was routine.
One has to ask... are you a bad enough dude to approach him?]
Characters: Noctis Lucis Caelum, OPEN TO ALL (especially XIII or IX?)
When: During the Lunar Cry
Where: Near Town Square
Warnings: Violence.
Summary: New arrival? Definitely a different feel to this guy.
[What was it about this world that intrigued Noctis so much? It was an uneventful arrival, perhaps the norm for this kind of thing. He had felt... displeased. After all, he had a Crystal to defend, lineage to honor. He didn't have time to waste. If the Empires got their hands on his family's Crystal, all would be for naught. It was his birthright. No matter who they sent, he would cut them down. As he wandered the busy streets of Ultimania, he casually observed so many people he had never before met. Such strange and interesting garb, weapons so different from his own set of blades. The monsters provided little challenge, although to his displeasure a particularly aggressive cactuar had cut his arm with a stray needle. Moments later, he cut this creature in half. In all, he felt this was a fair exchange. The blades circled around Noctis, shimmering with an eerie presence, almost glittering. No matter what they cut down, not a speck of blood was left on them. Noctis himself seemed impassive to the splatters of blood on his face. He had dealt with this many times before. It was routine.
One has to ask... are you a bad enough dude to approach him?]