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Yep. That worked about as well as she thought it would

But it bought her some much needed time.

Once the great gem struck him in the face, she focused on putting distance between them and looking for a way out. That attack would only stagger him for a shot amount of time, and if he wasn’t already mad, he was gonna be now.

In the time it took for him to recover and launch a counter attack, Stary had managed several yards and whipped around as he called yet another seal into being.

Well shit, this guy was just full of surprises, wasn’t he?

“Reflect!” She cried, bringing her staff forward before her. A shimmering shield of hexagonal cells materialized before her and took the brunt of the attack before it broke and she was struck with the rest of the magic.

That hurt, but it hurt a lot less than she expected it would.

With little time to think, she glanced up swiftly and ran through a mental list of spells to come back with.

She had to conserve her magic if she wanted to last against this guy. Escape seemed out of the question now.

And those horns looked like a nicely polished set of lightning rods.

“Thunder!” She slammed her staff against the ground, using it’s momentum to propel herself into the air, where she called for the bright blue bolts and sent them after The Emperor, the hot scent of lightning and ozone corrupting her every sense.

War-Torn || Despxt

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"Same here."

Stary had honestly been expecting such a conversation to arise. Candy didn’t let people get close without a good damn reason. Even now, with over ten years of friendship between them, through countless adventures and a hundred worlds, Stary felt she was kept, sometimes, at arm’s length.

 Then there were days like today, when Candy came to her, heart in her hands, and the elder of the two would attempt to patch it up before sending her friend on her way.

It was how things had always gone.

“I mean, I always think I’m making a mistake.” The ginger stuffed her hands into her pockets and sighed heavily, “It wouldn’t be a relationship if you didn’t think you’d fuck it up somehow. And I know what you mean.”

Looking up at the ceiling, Stary heaved another sigh and closed her eyes.

“The thing is…” She started, stopped, and then continued after a pause, “The way I see it… It’s better to have loved and lost then to have never loved at all. It hurts. It always hurts when I have to leave… when we have to leave. And we’ll have to leave some time, but there’s no telling when. I usually make that one abundantly clear. It’s not ever easy. It sucks, seeing the look in their eyes when I say that I can’t stay forever, but…” She trailed off and smiled, turning to look at Candy again.

“But I have stayed long enough a few times to make it worth it. And I think this is going to be one of those times. I think we’re going to be here for a very, very long time. I think it’s worth pursuing.” As she spoke, she seemed to be assuring herself as much as she was assuring her friend.

“It hurts, but, in the end, it’s better to look back on the good memories, when you’re in your darkest moments, and remember that somewhere, someone loved you that much. And that you knew how important that was, that you made such an impact on someone’s life. It’s what keeps me going.”

Realizing she’d ambled on for quite a bit, she took a bit of a shaky breath and blinked away the tears that were starting to form in her gold eyes. She tended to get emotional when thinking about this. It wasn’t something she liked to address, but lingered at the back of her mind, niggled at her, never truly went away, like an itch that could not be scratched.

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It was a scary thought. Something so real and within her finger tips was so…terrifying. It had almost been ten years since her…whatever it was, with Renji had been solidified into a hopeless venture of unlikely hearts. Ten years since he forgot all about her. Ten years till she let someone else in and…and now she felt something that she had never been worried about before. She was terrified of leaving.

She had never gotten real attached to people. It was sad to see them go, but it was just another part of the cycle of life that she had pertained to. It was no great loss. It was sad, but it was something she could easily sniffle and get over. It was the day to day. But this was different, and while Fiamma didn’t remember the lives she had lost or had, Stary did. If anyone was the emotional counterpart to Candy’s viciously cold demeanor. It was her.

Stary loved fast and lost hard. So as the words escaped her mouth, she was sure that Stary knew exactly what she meant,

“I think I’m making a mistake…” the blonde uttered once the two of them were officially declined as alone.

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                         Tseng’s angels

"Watch out for those Turks, they’ll tear your heart out"

                       Candy - Stary - Fiamma

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Fuck

Stary attempted to get out of the way, gritting her teeth and leaping to move, but the seal caught her by the ankle and pulled her into the vortex.

She was assaulted with an intense charge of energy and a scream ripped from her throat. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t fight back, and the pain was excruciating. The seal broke after a moment, and she staggered to get her feet under her, drawing her staff forward and snarling out an expletive.

She lashed out at him with the bladed edge of her staff and followed up with an overhand swing that brought the large gem that hung from the arc of the staff forward with velocity.

He was a magic user. Mages usually had terrible defense. She knew she could only take a few physical hits before she was hurting enough to want to bail.

Maybe, if she was lucky, she could hit him hard enough to get away. She didn’t want to tango with him after that terribly painful spell.

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The Emperor

If that didn’t sound pretentious, then she was the damned pope.

He stepped off a bit, and she eased her tense battle stance back into one of observation. What he said was… confusing.  Cosmos and Chaos? What kind of world was she in this time?

“I uh… No?” She responded lamely, “I don’t think I’m a warrior for either, to be perfectly candid with you. No one’s told me anything. The only people… if you can even call them that… I’ve run into are those weird crystal things.” She gestured indiscriminately.

“Look, your… Excellency…?” She tried, “I’m just trying to get out of here. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude or… step on anyone’s toes. I’ll see myself out.”

That’s it, placate the crazy imperial dude and get the hell out, Stary. Good job! Diplomacy!

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“Woah!” Her initial reaction was to leap from her spot and put some distance between herself and him, placing one hand behind her, ready to call up a spell if need be. In the time he took to observe her, she sized him up as well, fowning.   

This was the first real person she’d seen in this world since arriving, not one of those strange crystal beings that spoke in harsh, static voices.   

 Come to think of it… he looked a lot like one of those that she’d seen from a distance before.   

 “A what?” The crackling of energy prompted her to put some more space between them, and she called forth her own staff for defense. This guy looked like he was spoiling for a fight, and while she wasn’t keen on giving him one, something told her she wouldn’t have much of a choice.   

 “Who are you?!” She demanded, sliding her feet into a battle-ready stance and grasping her staff with both hands. 

This guy looked like trouble—all gold battle armor and imposing presence. He had horns for god’s sake, he had to be bad news on wheels.   

Heels, actually.Bad news on heels

In spite of the observation, Stary couldn’t find the humor in the situation, and gritted her teeth in anticipation.

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War-Torn || Despxt

The new world was a puzzling land of contrasts in a dull, hazy sky, and war torn, tattered landscapes. When she arrived, it was just outside of the destroyed remains of a castle overlooking a sand bar and beach, with a tall pillar of light off in the distance.

Something was calling her towards it.

And so she had set out on her journey across the barren landscape, following the roads where they lead, and avoiding the strange gates where she could. On her journeys, she had seen crystalline beings that resembled humans, but rarely interacted with them, if at all. She had been forced to use her magic, but blowing through those strange beings had been an easy task. They were barely enough to work up a sweat, although she could see them being troublesome in numbers.

Her road came to an end when her only forward path was through one of the foreboding gates that dotted the landscape. Some were active. Some were not. This one glowed with an ominous red seal, and she gently reached out to touch it.

The gateway lead to a winding path, with many of those crystalline beings, and she systematically destroyed each and every one, pausing for a break only briefly to kick open a chest and find a potion.

When she reached the end of the gateway, by touching a sigil of some sort, she was teleported into a large hall with winding blue tile and purple accents. She scouted for the exit, humming softly to herself all the while. Potion in hand, she sat down against one of the pillars and turned the bottle over in her palm, inspecting the contents.

“What a strange place this is…”

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I may know the answers Journeys over snow and sand What twist of fate has brought us To tread upon this land?

A new door has opened for Stary She now sets foot in the world of Sanctuary to join in the endless war

Okay, okay really I was just hyped for the fact that Distant Worlds is coming back to Seattle and I missed my chance to see it the last time it was here and I've been kicking myself for six years because of it.

Also, new Dissidia game. 

GET HYPE

Also I added the 5 8 9 crew because the background looked REALLY EMPTY without them ;_;

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"Aw…. Dad…. You’re the best <3 I love you!"

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A Spring to the Step | Princessofmistyskies

            The evening in Treno was warm and heralded the coming of spring. After the cold of winter had passed, people were beginning to come back out into the streets and resume the vivid nightlife the city was famous for.

            It meant she was back in business.

            While she didn’t stop her business during the cold winter months, it certainly slowed, and she spent more and more time away from her tent. Her hours were less and less, and she kept a braiser of fire beside her table, and stoked it before giving customers their readings.

            For the first night in many nights, she did not need to have it out.

            Then again, she was packing up for the evening, anyway. Her tail swayed idly behind her, the lavender glass beads tinkling together as she broke down the poles and rich violet tarp to fold it up into a rectangular pack that she swung over her back.

            She’d made a decent amount of gil that day, and was going to celebrate her earnings by spoiling herself a bit with it. While she looked like she was well-to-do, every decoration of hers was cheap on closer inspection; the beads in her hair, along her crown, and hanging from her tail were all colored glass. The suspension holding the orbs on her tail was fishing wire, and the rings that held them were thinly gilded at best. The coins on her skirt were cheap copper polished to a bright shine, the buckle that held it around her waist was decorative costume jewelry. Her bracelets were thinly gilded, but she wore it all for the pleasant tinkle they made when they made contact.

            It all sounded and looked so pleasant to her, why bother spending more money than she had to simply for finer quality? Besides, if something broke, she could easily replace it.

            She hummed softly to herself, an upbeat little shanty as she began down the street, tail curling high in a graceful arch behind her as she began to walk, swaying gently as the beads dangling from it gently jingled together.

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//when you're too shy to rp with people or are p sure you'd annoy them or feel like you get a bad rep for being multimuse

hurgh ;_;

heavily debates shuffling characters I really want to rp off onto actual blogs of their own if it weren't for the massive workload that comes with it.

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Hello all!

A couple changes (updates) to the blog, since I haven't really been on here a lot

Expanded the sidebar: there is now a comprehensive list of characters on the side, as well as a link to my one side-blog at the moment

Added an extensive rules page

Added NOtps section for most characters

Added a Final Fantasy IX page for Stary's worlds

Added a page for the Final Fantasy IX OC, Maya Felicity

Additionally, I am on here a lot lurking, so if you want to talk to me, or plot, or discuss an rp, or anything, I will see it! (I'm just not posting a whole lot ahaha)

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Alignment || Peaceisbutashadow || Closed

           Treno was a lively town at all hours—it was difficult to tell what time it was, even by the activity of the people.  It was known as the sleepless city for a reason. Nobles milled about, the less fortunate went about their lives the best they could, and all sorts of activities kept the city bustling beneath the veil of night. From brothels to brightly lit markets, lively music to the peaceful waterside, it held a pulse all its own.

            She was growing accustomed to it.

            The child didn’t look to be any older than ten, maybe, and she was skillfully dodging through the crowds, head down, shoulders tucked, and eyes firmly ahead of her. She would murmur the occasional “excuse me” to anyone she brushed against, but otherwise kept her things close to her and continued on her way.

            The only bit of her not hell bent on protecting the bag slung over her back and the strap that carried it around her front was a soft yellow tail that matched her light blond hair in color. It curled gracefully behind her, like a kettle’s handle, and was decorated with a few torn strings of what looked to be heavy fishing wire. Small glass globe floats decorated the strings in places, but mostly, it looked like she lost a very decorative fight with a fishing net.

            Her clothes were unremarkable and a bit too big for her, and aside from the tail, she could be mistaken for any other poor child on the streets.

            She veered off from the main crowds and into a stall that was tackily decorated. Similar fishing baubles hung from strings all around a stall that was shaded by a patchwork drapery of mostly purple. Some paper lanterns provided mood lighting, and an old wooden table separated it from the rest of the street.

            She vaulted this easily, although the table rocked dangerously, and set her bag down on top of it, unfolding it into an old, stained tablecloth. Neatly, she set up her sign on the corner of the table, listing her prices, and set a deck of tarot cards off to her left.

            And finally, with all the loving care of someone taking care of a chocobo egg, she set a brand new crystal ball on its stand in the center of her table. She looked over it with affectionate sky blue eyes for a moment before taking her seat and curling that ridiculously decorated tail around one leg of the stool behind the table.

            The young psychic had set up shop for the day.

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Several minutes passed, and Stary had risen to hover by the door, listening. She didn’t hear much except distant rustling and the sound of an alarmed escaped chicken running down the hallway beyond.

“Okay, what the hell.”

Curiosity piqued, she exited and followed the sound of Kuja’s voice and a higher, louder one. The palace was lovely looking, and she observed it as she navigated it, humming softly to herself. Beautiful décor and architecture, expensive taste.. but with that arcane flair that definitely belonged to a powerful mage.

She was glad now that she’d been, until now, cooperative and obedient with him.

She came upon the scene just as the massive feathered dragon effortlessly threw aside a bookcase he had been trapped under. Pausing at the threshold to the room, she pursed her lips in an attempt not to laugh as she took in the scene.

That poor chicken Silver had been hoarding  took wing as soon as the dragon rose, and Stary bent and expertly caught the panicked bird in her arms, pinning its wings and allowing it to hide its head in the crook of her arm. It fought for a moment before falling exhaustedly limp in her arms, beak parted and taking in quick breaths. She smoothed its feathers over gently while offering a smile to Kuja and his dragon.

“I was worried someone that wasn’t me was going to be injured, too, after that crash.” She commented after a moment of searching for the appropriate words.

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Kuja.

That name suited him perfectly. She wasn’t at all surprised to hear something like that. She smiled warmly at his welcome. She had gathered that she was in the desert somewhere, but a palace? That was slightly less expected. Did that make him a prince of some sort? He certainly looked regal enough, and it wasn’t unheard of for those coveting a throne to take up the art of magic to secure a future position… But those were merely speculations and educated guesses from past ventures.

The roar and crash both interrupted her thoughts and made her jump.

“Goodness!” She allowed, rising to her feet, but reluctant to follow him. That sounded like a dragon. Did he have a dragon? Inside the structure? That was begging to bring the place down.

By his leave, she sat down again, brow knitted in concern. She warred with herself mentally whether or not she should peer out the door and risk potentially provoking his ire, or to stay put and wait for him to come back and ask him what that was about, potentially not getting a straight answer.

Best to play it safe for now. Her hands folded in her lap again, and she frowned, waiting.

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Yeah, he was flirting.

And it was subtle enough that she had a hard time discerning if he was truly interested or not. Keeping up conversation for the sake of being able to charm her more, or actually curious? She pursed her lips in thought, nodding once.

“Originally, I come from a… well, if you can imagine, fairly mundane world. No magic worth mentioning, no monsters, just humans.” She frowned, “Really boring, actually, I’m kind of thankful for the traveling.” She crossed her legs in response to his, her hands folded in her lap politely.

“I don’t think my world has a name, if that’s what you’re after. We call it Earth, but… so do lots of places I’ve been to.”

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“If by more than one occasion, you mean most of my life, then yes.” She nodded with a soft sigh, and watched as he sat down and observed her again.

Wait.

Hold on.

While she wasn’t unused to being told her name was unusual, or pretty, or even strange, she heard the underlying tones in his voice and blinked. Oh dear.

Now that she wasn’t delirious with pain, she took a moment to better observe him. He was actually quite effeminate, but in a beautiful way that wasn’t overstated.

“Oh, um, thank you.” She dipped her head a bit, unsure of how to handle him now that she wasn’t under scrutiny or hazy with pain.

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