Espier de Fatal: A Final Fantasy Influenced RP
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				Title: <strong>Espier de Fatal: A Final Fantasy Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 01:18:57</strong>
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				((Link to the old thread: http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=71304.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=71304.0)))<br><br>Everyone was seated in a grand room filled with intricate wood and marble carvings, paintings, and tapestries that demonstrated that Lord Nobuo had travelled all over the world. The merchant business he owned had been passed down in the Boudreaux family for generations. Alexandria, as she was known to him by, was his only heir and would be the first female to become head of the family and the business. Nobuo had brothers and sisters who tried to promote their sons to the place, but he knew that his daughter was the right choice. She was smart and cunning, and had been taught how to use her feminine wiles to her advantage when it came to business deals.<br><br>After his daughter had been saved within the sewers, he decided that he would reward the individuals who had assisted in her rescue. There was an ulterior motive to his plan; he wanted to determine what had caused the airship to crash within the Merchant Square of Soma. This would be the perfect chance to get Alexandria some experience with running a crew, and clearly these people were good if they had decided to venture into the sewers and save his daughter. Nobuo had hired a body guard to protect his child, but wanted to trust these individuals that she had acquired as well. This new crew was going to be sent out with the mission to retrieve or determine whatever caused the attack. It was an exploratory mission, but one that had to be done. And if Nobuo beat the other groups that were going out to search for it, there’d be an even bigger reward for him in the end.<br><br>He had given those instructions, as well as a hefty pay wage, to go on this mission beside his daughter and hoped that it would go well. Providing his own airship, one that was top of the line for the time, was standing by and awaiting them. He was done lecturing this crew of misfits and asked if there were any more questions before leaving them to getting more acquainted. There were trays of food upon a table for them, almost like a reception. <br><br>Alexia was dressed in a longer skirt, with a lace trimmed sleeveless blazer. There was a ribbon tied around her collar, and it was apparent that she’d dressed up for the occasion. Her fair hair was pulled back with a jeweled clip, and it was apparent she wanted out of the room. Alexia wanted to go out and be free, to travel on the airship and finally be able to explore the world as she saw fit. Staring at the people she already was acquainted with; she slowly rose from her seat and bowed her head to them before going toward the food and eating some fruit. <br><br><em>So this is my new crew, eh?</em> she would think to herself as her blue eyes flicked over each of the people in the room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Espier de Fatal: A Final Fantasy Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Henderson</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 02:21:45</strong>
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				<em><strong>Elsewhere...</strong></em><br><br>#183 was finding that while being around others was interesting and eventful, that being alone was far more productive. <br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He had replaced his hand and his forearm with another spare from the yard, having added '#54' to the inscription on his arm to remind himself of another fallen automaton that had contributed to his extended existance. Despite the apparant consious thought apparant in the dull metal man, the workers who kept the repair yard working hadn't reported him for malfunctioning bad had instead neglected to mention it in order to put #183 to work and lessen their own work load. It was unethical, but it was also very, very relaxing.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;#183 had set about fixing the other automatons himself, since the yardworkers had told him they were far too busy to do it themselves. He was getting quite good at repairs in fact, not having to stop for rest and only to feed his fire and top up with water. He had even enacted secret alterations to himself, having tinkered with the delicate glass and mirror assemblies of his eyes so that, should he wished he could closely scrutinise things and get a magnified view of them. He had kept that one a secret though, as he would no doubt be punished for alterations to his basic functions.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;While he was repairing an automaton with a busted furnace, he thought back to the events after the sewers. They had gotten out after the giant Flan had attacked with minor injuries, though he was far too concerned about keeping everyone safe to remember much of how exactly they had done it. He also remembered how when they had returned to the company estates, he had been taken away relatively quickly and scolded about the damage to his physical structure. He was dimly aware that the company men had taken the others that had been with them to 'freshen up' for a meeting with 'the boss', but had no idea what that meant precisely. At either rate, no-one seemed to notice him slip off back to the yard and he found that he was 'Happy' about that, or at least he didn't feel as if he was owed anything for what he had done. He was simply following orders, just as he was doing now.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;Hand on the hinges of the furnace, he realised that he hadn't been given an order at all to repair the other automatons. It was simply ommitted that he was forbidden to. Technically, he was breaking no rules and that made him feel more comfortable about the realisation. He was starting to find that he was starting to understand orders in a more complex manner, or perhaps if not complex, in a less simple manner. He was happy with this, even though his emotionless face did not show it. He simply picked up his tools again and continued to work.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Espier de Fatal: A Final Fantasy Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nevermore of blood ravens</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 02:34:20</strong>
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				Sasha sad idly in the back of the room, fidgeting uncomfortably. He wasn't quite sure why he had been summoned here, but he was sure there was trouble ahead, the mood in the room was eerily similar to the uneasy tension he was familiar with in the briefing rooms of his military days.&nbsp; He passed the time by checking the edges of the throwing knifes he always kept with him and studying the faces of the others in the room. He recognised only one of them, the girl, and only by her renown as the daughter of a successful businessmen, the others were strange to him and he could find no connection linking them to himself, so he did what any good soldier does in a slack time, he dozed off. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Espier de Fatal: A Final Fantasy Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 08:21:40</strong>
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				This was more or less what Ienis figured would happen.<br><br>Of course the Boudreaux family would want to 'reward' him for his hand in saving their daughter. This sort of attention was what he'd been trying to avoid all this time, for he feared that with too much recognition his ability to go about helping people as he saw fit with diminish proportionately. Nevertheless, he was an escort guard for the city, and this was pretty much what escort guards did for a living. The mission itself however seemed rather vaguely outlined.<br><br>"Do we have any idea what direction to start searching in?" He asked, trying to keep to the matter at hand. He figured Nobou would appreciate that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Espier de Fatal: A Final Fantasy Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 10:27:37</strong>
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				Nobuo turned his attention to Ienis as he posed his question, and quickly spoke to answer it. "All I know to go off of is the plotted course the airship had after it's attack. We were able to recover the navigational log, so your task will be to follow it's flight path, and hopefully discover the origin of whatever caused this disaster. At the very least, your team should be able to find some sort of clue. I have also obtained the airship's orders from the military, so I know what the airship was ordered to do. All of these details are included in the pamphlets that you have been assigned." Nobuo motioned to the manila folders that each member of the team had been assigned. "There will be a full crew assigned to the airship I am providing, as well as some automations to assist in any repairs. I believe that you are all aware of #183's existence. I've arranged to have him transferred to the airship as well."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Espier de Fatal: A Final Fantasy Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nevermore of blood ravens</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 11:10:04</strong>
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				Sasha woke to the start of the briefing and listened intently, flipping through his folder. He sat quietly until the mention of the automotons "Sir? I've never had any close contact with any mechanical man, much less that specific one. And I've gathered that the rest of them" he paused gesturing to the others gathered in the room "They have some connection, some reason for being here. Forgive me sir, but why am I here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Espier de Fatal: A Final Fantasy Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 11:29:43</strong>
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				Nobuo motioned his head toward Alexia, who was currently busy picking over fruit and eating as she talked to a few of her crewmen in the back of the conference room. "Your duty is to protect my daughter. That is your first and foremost obligation, and after that it is to act as security for the crew and ship. You are in charge of keeping everyone safe, but my daughter must be top priority at all times. She can hold her own, but I don't trust those out in the world. Alexandria is my heiress, therefore very valuable to my assets, and to the Crown." The look in Nobuo's eyes suggested that Alexia might potentially be selected to marry a member of the royal family, another reason for her security to be tight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Espier de Fatal: A Final Fantasy Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Nevermore of blood ravens</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 21:45:45</strong>
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				Sasha nodded slowly, "Yes sir, I've been out of the game for a while but I'm pretty sure I can handle that"&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Espier de Fatal: A Final Fantasy Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 23:28:27</strong>
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				Nobuo nodded to Sasha then glanced around at the other men in the room. "Your tactical knowledge will compliment the attributes brought forward with the other members of the team, and I have faith that together you will be able to pool your knowledge together to learn what is going on within this country."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Espier de Fatal: A Final Fantasy Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geradine</strong> on <strong>05-07-2010, 23:51:44</strong>
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				Gerad was wearing his customary white tunic and pants with the red detailing as he stood near the the massive bookshelves, skimming over the manilla folder he was "assigned". he had already guessed his purpose on this mission, being a white mage meant he was to keep everybody alive to the best of his ability. he absentmindedly rubbed the back of his right hand, where some of the Flan goo had touched it. he had decided not to heal it as a reminder to be more careful in future encounters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Espier de Fatal: A Final Fantasy Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 03:02:15</strong>
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				Alexia was lightly conversing with the men of her crew that had worked with her over the past few years, and eyed the newcomers that she had met in the sewers. Everyone was there except for #183, but that was understandable. He was her automation, and was currently working on things that needed to be finished before their deployment. Turning so she would face her father, Alexia slowly approached and tucked a few stray strands out from her face before speaking. <br><br>"I understand that most of us have become acquainted, but together we should be able to accomplish this mission. I have the utmost faith that we will be capable of determining what was the source of the attack upon the airship." Indeed, she did have faith within herself and the others. She didn't know how to explain it, therefore she didn't. But something deep down inside of Alexia told her that their group of misfits would be able to help figure out this mystery if they put their minds to it. There were from all walks of life, with different skills. It was fully possible for them to pool their knowledge and experience together in order to obtain what it was they were searching for.
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				Post by: <strong>Nevermore of blood ravens</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 04:21:40</strong>
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				Walking up to Alexia Sasha saluted quickly "Johannas Sasha ma'am, a pleasure to serve under one such as you." He glanced at the folder in his hand, "Looks like we have quite an adventure ahead of us. If you allow me a few hours to gather my things I can be ready to leave at first light tomorrow" He then turned and set out to gather his equipment; his gun, gloves and jacket, there was little more he cared for enough to bring. He paused and turned back, "Ma'am? If its not to much trouble, could you have somebody look into selling off the remains of my shop, I get the feeling I'll have little need of it now."
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				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 05:46:35</strong>
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				Alexia immediately bowed her head to Sasha and waved her hand to him so that he understood that there was no need for such formal measures. "The pleasure is mine, Officer Sasha." Alexia said politely before running her eyes across the man who was to serve as her bodyguard. He did appear to be strong, which was a good thing. Alexia did have a track record of attracting trouble, as her other companions knew from their encounter in the sewer with the slime monsters. They were fortunate to pool their resources together to get out of that disaster before it got too complex.<br><br>Alexia watched him gather his things and look at the folder, and nodded her head to his comment of needing a few hours. "We won't be leaving port until tomorrow afternoon. There was some trouble with some of the supplies that were supposed to be loaded up into the hangar bay. So do not fret, there is plenty of time. We won't leave anyone behind. This mission is too important for that." She listened intently to Sasha's request about his shop, and was about to answer when Nobuo cut her off.<br><br>"Do not worry lad, I will take care of your shop and be sure that proceeds are forwarded to your account." Nobuo had a confident smile on his face which told everyone in the room that he was already five steps ahead of them. It seemed that Nobuo was in this mission pretty deep, even if he wasn't going to be leaving on it with the crew. Perhaps he was testing Alexia to see if she'd be able to take over after he passed away?
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				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 05:56:58</strong>
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				Ienis had been paging through his folder, trying to pick out any finer points of the mission layout that may not have been totally clear from the briefing. He also looked over the rest of the information; the course of the downed airship, where it had come from and what it had been doing there. He wanted to know what he'd be up against.<br><br>"Tomorrow afternoon, huh? Will we be meeting up at the airship hangers then, or somewhere else first?"
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				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>06-07-2010, 07:14:26</strong>
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				Nobuo immediately turned to Ienis and grasped his shoulder. "Meet in the hanger, there will be a role call taken before the airship lifts off. Don't worry, there's no set time you need to be there, just mid-afternoon. It will be easier and stealthier for the airship to leave later in the day." There was a hint that Nobuo didn't want others knowing what their mission was. It would be easy to disguise it as something they could do for the business, but many of the other nobles were interested in solving this mystery in order to get in good with the King.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Espier de Fatal: A Final Fantasy Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>30-07-2010, 22:59:13</strong>
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				Alexia nodded hearing her father's order, and politely bowed her head to excuse herself. "I will retire for the evening so that I may rise early and gather my things." Slowly walking out of the meeting room, Alexia made her way up throughout their elaborate manor in the city, a very lavish version of a town house rather, and eventually settled down in her bed after undressing. She was excited to get the new mission underway, but she was also very aware of the complications that could come along. Her hand rested on her thigh that had been healed by one of the men recruited to join her team, and couldn't help but wonder about what other possibilities there were out in the world waiting to be found by them. They were being sent to find out what had caused the airship to crash into the city. But it was obvious that the reason behind it wasn't ordinary. Because of that, Alexia's interest was peeked and she tossed around in her bed trying to rest so that the day could end and the new one would start faster.<br><br><div align="center">*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*</div><br>The Airship was docked in the port where all airships were being loaded up, and a majority of the supplies were already on board. However, there would be another stop that they would have to make to gather some weaponry and supplies from a coastal city. Alexia was dressed in a pair of leather pants with matching tan boots that came up to her knees. She had on a black bodice over a lightly dyed shirt that had the collar open, and a lightly colored blazer over it all. The young merchant had the air of sophistication and professionalism about her, but also had the eager expression of a child on her face to get the mission underway. <br><br>She greeted whomever she saw enter the airship for a few hours as she oversaw things on the hanger deck before retiring to her room to unpack her things. Alexia had brought on a fair amount of garments, for every occasion imaginable, but primarily travelling gear. She always wanted to be prepared. She also was bringing her primary blade with her, a specially crafted sword with her. If her time in the sewers had taught her anything, it was to always be prepared for a strike. Tying the hilt of the sword to her belt, she shifted a few of her smaller trinkets into the built in dresser and opened the small window her room had, letting the fresh air fill the small compartment. She had elected to have a room that was the same as the rest of the crew, and use the "typical" captain's quarters that would have been assigned to her as private meeting rooms for her and the team. After all, there was a possibility whatever they encounter or experienced would be kept between them and hidden from the crew.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Espier de Fatal: A Final Fantasy Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geradine</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 04:04:03</strong>
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				Gerad greeted Alexia back as he made his way onto the ship on towards his quarters, carrying only a small, personal bag full of herbs and other miscellaneous objects to fulfill his role as the ships medical staff. he brought with him the staff he had in the sewer encounter as well, for although the Flan's goo had burnt parts of the staff, the staff was actually undamaged besides the cosmetic burns all over it.
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				Post by: <strong>Kineas</strong> on <strong>31-07-2010, 11:10:43</strong>
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				Ienis also arrived to the airship in a timely manner, if perhaps not as quickly as the healer. He packed a duffel bag&nbsp; and came wearing his armor and sword. His gear was in perfect condition, in spite of their earlier encounter, and he also bore no marks relating to the battle. He did his best to keep to himself and spoke only when necessary. After figuring out which room would be his, he deposited his things and without unpacking headed back out to the deck to keep an eye on the proceeds. From here on out he was going to treat this as normal business unless he absolutely couldn't for whatever reason.<br><br>Really though, what were the odds that he wouldn't be able to treat this as just another mission? Although his mind found no logical reason to worry, his heart felt as though the days he knew were fading fast with something new and completely unknown heading his way fast. He smothered his worry with his duty and worked.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Espier de Fatal: A Final Fantasy Influenced RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Miyr</strong> on <strong>06-08-2010, 21:21:56</strong>
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				Alexia was finished with putting her things away by this point and decided that she was going to go wander around the ship. It was similar in construction to all the ones her father had before it, but she had never personally been on this airship. It was the newest in her father's armada, and she couldn't help but feel impressed as she took in the craftsmanship. She continued to wander around and eventually found herself on the bridge. Glancing at all the instruments that would be used to direct the ship, she couldn't help but feel herself be a bit overwhelmed. Alexia was going to be in charge of the expedition, and therefore would act as a captain. However, her father had hired an experienced flight crew to actually do the piloting, so she wouldn't have to master all of those skills just yet. <br><br>After getting her fill of the bridge, Alexia headed down into the belly of the ship once more and found herself in the hanger deck where she had come on board earlier and began to take in the scene around her. Men were still loading supplies and other items that the ship required, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as she watched the men work. Glancing down at her hand, she remembered the encounter in the sewer and immediately clenched her fist. She needed to become stronger, and part of her hoped that this journey would help her gain the strength and confidence she would need to take over her father's merchant business later on in her life.
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