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master-summoner:

You’d think after traveling across the united worlds a hundred times over would give Sheena some idea as to where she headed. She’d only become accustomed to the changes in scenery with each trip back and forth, and even then there were still things that threw her off. Such as a landmark that might have been shifted into a new location or even changes in temperature and the climate in other areas. It had been disorienting during the initial few months, and while things were looking up for both Sylvarant and Tethe’alla, there was still some lingering confusion over the new terrain and it’s unknown curiosities.

Of course, said curiosities could range from a surprise short cut to a well known town or to a cave full of monsters waiting to pounce on any unsuspecting traveler. It was quite a bit of a toss up, but Sheena was willing to take her chances.

As it were, luck was with her today in that she hadn’t stumbled across any unfriendly beasts of any kind. A quiet trip was always welcome, even if it did tend to drag on at times. Still, the ninja wasn’t entirely in lady luck’s favor, as no sooner did she enter the nearest town did she realize one key factor.

She had absolutely no idea where she was.

Great.

Taking in the sights around her, Sheena could confidently say she had not been to this town before, though it did hold small traces of familiarity. She couldn’t be too far from Tethe’alla, right? Or, at least, she shouldn’t be. She had been on the right path not only an hour ago after all, so why was she here…?

With her gaze and thoughts else where, the ninja’s shoulder suddenly collided with another, causes the purple clad female to stumble and lurch back into reality.

“Ah—! Oh, crud, I’m sorry!”

“No it’s alright.”

He was for the lack of better tantrum phrases- brooding. However the feeling of physical contact was jolting him from all his various odd and ends, favors and misfortunes, contacts and lists, qualms and variables…just really- what in the world was this person?

Her garb was not from around her, and in such, open fashion, Flynn felt his sky blue gaze fall closer towards the Earth to brazenly cross over her bra line hemming her purple and pink ensemble.

“You… you are most definitely not from around here…”

Flynn felt his memory touching back on a dress code, variations and exceptions permitted, this person could use a few more pieces of fabric placed in over delicate areas.

“Is there anything  I could help you with?”

Like going shopping…I mean really…

So i’ve been multi-tasking a lot of different things recently and it’s come to my attention that I haven’t been paying much reflection time on Guy, or Flynn, or Pascal- really at all on the Tales of forums. I think I fall in and out of periods of time when I have more free time, and more recently, it’s come to the point where I don’t have as much free time as I would like to devote specifically to this account- or any of them for that matter.

It’s very upsetting and frustrating that I can’t really give all that I want to- especially since i’ve made some really great friends online on these accounts and want to devote a lot of time and energy into the things they are doing and share those avenues with them- but I realize, if I can’t be a part of it fully, I don’t want to bother anyone with aimless chatter, ooc, or anything of the sort.

So until I have some free time to more fully devote to this kind of thing… (I’m actually not sure when that will happen, I’m so terribly sorry, I don’t even have a social life either ahaha) I am going to be taking a backseat on Role Playing. I will probably have more time to fully devote to it later on - I’m looking sometime past AX. I have a lot of priority on learning and evolving with costuming and getting involved in some of the events and being a part of the community is a lot of work, not to mention a part time job and two contracts for illustration. I’ve been unable to keep up with Love Descending, or do more skits for Gundam Wing, and that’s when I know i’m not meeting my goals and hence must dote on priorities.

Thanks so much for roleplaying with me- Until we meet again <3

Flynn Scifo - Imperial Commandant

Forever Away-Desu

Because I’ve been gone so long- I wanted to import another apology of sorts- I won’t be online all of today either. I am terribly apologetic, life has been a bit hectic with everything to do on a day in day out basis. Although I am glad to be busy! I will probably make some starters or some drabbles depending, just to avoid leaving anyone waiting for a response <#3

Your forever absent Flynn-私は起こっているのかわからない

imperialjustice | Starter RP

 

 “You are someone of strict importance.”

The young Lord stared at the blond for a while.  Baffled to how exactly he should respond to that.  It was no secret that he was the lord of Lhant, but it wasn’t something he went around telling everyone.  Not to mention Asbel made no inclination about being someone of any importance in Lhant.  But more so than anything else, Asbel was really just surprised that a complete stranger was able to make an accurate assessment of Asbel’s position.  Most of the time when Asbel met with other nobles they would laugh, and tell him to stop fooling around.  Though Asbel never really took any offense to whenever anyone laughed since he knew he was fairly young to be a Lord, and it truly wasn’t his father’s time to pass when he left this world behind. 

Asbel had come to the sudden realization that he still had his hand out to shake the stranger’s own, who never offered his in return.  Asbel casually brought his hand back, and scratched the back of his head.  He then began to wonder if they didn’t do handshakes where this guy was from.  It was pretty foolish to assume that someone from another world would hold the same customs as his own. 

“You are import, unlike my name, I only have one question to convey to you: why am I here?”

 Asbel frowned at the first half of the statement.  Regardless of class or position a person has in society, there wasn’t anyone whose name that wasn’t important.  Asbel firmly believed that everyone had a special place in the world, and wanted to do his best to help those in need before him. 

 Even so it would seem the man that stood before him probably had a bit of a stubborn streak.  And Asbel wasn’t sure if he would ever get his name out of him at this point, so he decided to let the lack of a name slide for now.

 “’Why are you here’?” Asbel repeated.  This guy just seemed to have a knack for saying something that Asbel wasn’t sure how to exactly reply to.  How was Asbel to know how he came upon Lhant, or why he was summoned here?  It wasn’t as if Asbel knew any magic or could make any scientific breakthroughs like Pascal.  He was just Asbel Lhant, the lord of Lhant, who still had many things to learn about what it meant to be a lord.  Sometimes Asbel found himself wishing that there was a manual of some sort explaining how to be a good lord.  Though Fredrick has told him at some point what makes a good lord wasn’t necessarily the decisions they made, but learning from their mistakes, and knowing better for the next time. 

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I can’t tell you why you’re here,” Asbel apologized.  If Asbel could be as smart as Pascal, and figure out the “thingymabobber” that brought this strange man before him to well in front of him, Asbel would have no problem telling him why he was here. 

Asbel sighed as he wished he could be more helpful.  There didn’t seem like there was much that Asbel would be able to do for him.  But even so Asbel wanted to help all that he can.  Just because he wasn’t able to answer what he was doing here, that didn’t mean Asbel couldn’t be of use later on.  No, Asbel shook his head to himself.  He was definitely going to make sure that he will be of some assistance to his new guest.  Asbel just knew he that he couldn’t turn away from the stranger before him.  

“But if you would like to follow me, I’ll be happy to help you anyway way that I can,” Asbel said. 

Asbel realized the most he could do right now was to answer any other questions the blond may have about Lhant or even just Ephinea in general.  He was sure that time would surely tell of his capabilities in helping the stranger. 

“I’m afraid I can’t.”

As much as the offer seemed tempting, getting the bearings under his feet was not an option open to him by such easily remedied means. Whatever it was in the formula that had brought him to this equation, it was not to be solved so easily as by trusting the first hand that came within sight to feed him solutions. Any good image of law had a theme, that those immediately within the scene of the crime or within the surrounding environment were generally suspects of guilt. The position of power before him suggested that if this fellow was not guilty of pulling him from Vesperia- he was most certainty suspect or subject of being a victim of the circumstance of his appearance.

“It cannot be a mistake that I’m here-“

Flynn didn’t believe in the path of circumstance, he didn’t believe in superstition, or serendipity, all those paths of thinking lie dead in the wake of the tragedy of the last few weeks. If he believed in fate, then he would be crushed in the death grip the hand of fortune had dealt him.

Asbel saw the expression of the man before him dip into a multitude of misfortune, his brows furrowing into extreme confusion, before his hand snapped forward with the agility of a striking cobra, fingertips coiling around the fabric of Asbel’s jacket, the lord’s feet colliding against cobblestone as the blonde knight seemed to all but fade as he advanced while using his inertia to fling Asbel backwards behind his girth-the unmistakable sound of steel slacking against metal collided into the ear drums of the lord.

Flynn felt compelled to ask the stranger who he was, but it was clear enough to anyone with the ability to see that the impossible stood before the Commandant, the blades rasping against each other, crossing each metal bar with- himself.

“W-what?!” The word slipped past a tongue dried with surprise, the sight of himself effectively stalling his ability to properly address the engagement. Force of application sending the knight a few steps backwards as the offensive copy parried, and then thrust, without a single moment’s hesitation crossing the nebula of twin iris. The coat tails catching wind as Flynn’s blade barely purchased upon defense to the speed of a deadly assault, the intentions now clear.

He was out for blood- using every advantage in the book, confusion, pre-emptive assault, even going so far as to attempt the life of another officer. If anything, Asbel looked as clean as a sheet of rainwater.

Yet it stood to question why the one who appeared to be the biggest suspect, was Flynn himself.

(I god moded you and mamoru’d you…deal with it.)

The Snitch-Patty

the-great-pirate-patty-fleur:

Now that it had finally come when her time with Flynn was up, Patty wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself. After what Flynn just said she knew she was welcome to visit him whenever shew anted to and could even go drop in by his mother’s house. She would definitely take him up on this since she really was quite fond of the fiery woman; maybe she could get some embarrassing stories about Flynn from when he was younger. 

“You’re mother won’t mind if I go to visit her with out you, nanojya~?” Although she did like Furen she wondered if the woman felt the same way about a fourteen year old pirate criminal. But know most older woman she probably found her adorable which always rubbed Patty the wrong way.

The young pirate glanced around at the other soldiers that were wondering from the castle to go to their posts. This past experience had definitely more wary of the knights as she feared that they would snatch her and bring her back to the castle at any moment. They had her face and being a pirate didn’t exactly label you as a good-doing citizen. Even if Flynn was the commandant he was unable to be everywhere at once.

Flynn just had a staple expression of sincerity that seemed to cross every fiber of his gestures and being. Coming across as earnest, he slowly responded with full utmost consideration:

“You’re always welcomed in our household, so long as you do your best to live by the morals of the law.”

The lines of stress, etched deep into his features, and while he still maintained droplets of water from the fountain of youth, he was fast falling prey to the everyday tasks that lay before him, and while his face was always kind- it was becoming harder, edged with the touch of experience.

“If you ever need someone to lend you aid, if you are in trouble, please come to me, I promise you would feel much better in the end, working your own way through troubles with hard work and effort rather than validating your actions through the easy way out in life.”

(Source: imperialjustice)

Drunk Time!

pathologically-altruistic:

“I’m your friend, aren’t I?”

Friend? Was that really the appropriate way to describe them? Although the term was accurate, the connotation seemed.. lacking. Brothers didn’t even really cover it because there was just something else about the quality of their relationship that the ties and bonds of family didn’t fit into. So what was it then?

Yuri hated the fact that Flynn was making him think about this and the three months spent in a nightmare. Wasn’t he allowed to forget about it? Wasn’t he permitted to let it slip away like a bad dream? Why did Flynn have to know anyway?

Something inside the vigilante snapped and Yuri’s eyebrows knitted together as a scowl took over and held his face captive. This was not a fair situation and as soon as he figured out how it was unfair, he was going to explode. Until then, Yuri was a rapidly boiling pot threatening to spill his outrage all over.

“I wasn’t ‘okay’ Flynn.” And the bubbling emotions reached the pot’s lip. “I was far from ‘okay’ and the worst part about it? I never figured out WHY it was happening.”

As the seething cauldron of feelings splattered across the space between them, Yuri’s voice rose accordingly. He wasn’t exactly yelling, perse, but his volume was flirting with the idea of it and his tone was drifting ever further from pleasant.

“All they would talk about as they came and left was some stupid guild I’ve never even heard of until the day I met them and some ultimate goal that they never detailed to me.”

The spill over was making a mess between them.

“It was dark and it was cold and it hurt and THERE ISN’T ANYTHING LEFT TO SAY, FLYNN, SO STOP ASKING.”

That went well. Damn that dashingly blond cherub-faced ass for getting Yuri to talk about what he absolutely did not want to talk about.

Flynn wanted that kind of interaction, where there could be silence in between the two and it could be a sort of reconciliation that was devoid of words, yet his tongue began to move without his permission…. opting to allow his bright blue eyes to cross into a aggressive expanse, almost unseeing.

“There…was that so hard?”

In the place of rationality, he could almost hear the void voicing its soft denial, a revelation, something Flynn could not trickle down fast enough through the variable line of thought to apply to the course fast enough to filter it in a different direction that wouldn’t be setting it right onto the path of unpredictability. A place that clouds the friendship and deters the ability to quickly heal from prominent wounds made by sharp words casted recklessly.

The air poured, raining down onto Flynn’s obstinate nature, the hurt in Yuri’s sentence structure, the pain scouring his cadence in speech, pushing his soul to the very breaking point just by letting them free to the wind, and there was Flynn, refusing to placate to any of it. The fire of his irrational anger crashing down on everything that Yuri had just said as if to open a book and then set it ablaze, never really taking the time to read the contents within.

“You could have told me this ages ago- leaving me to wait for the answers is a waste of our time, and we have things that must be attended to in the mean time that are fairly pressing if you haven’t noticed-”

Flynn’s footfalls were a beat in time with his words, falling across with soft padding of his socks against the marble tile of the floor, crossing over plush carpets, brisking against a bed side, physically blatantly engaging every single barrier, setting the senses to sear over the aura of the dark haired man’s revolrie. Allowing no time for him to deny the pertinence of the time they had, and how it must be put to good use and to task repeatedly, in a violent determination of their worth.

“You and I can’t afford to keep secrets from each other, not in a world where faceless individuals are taking everything of your worth, pushing your limits and placing you and everyone you know in detriment, it may be easy to forget; but we need to trust each other- and it shouldn’t be so hard anymore. We could do it when we were young, and in so many ways, life will only get harder as we go on. There isn’t a space where we can have to ourselves when we are all we have to each others own.”

The intensity of his words were matched with the chroma of his eyes, and no one could deny, most of all Yuri, that he was dead serious- if for no other reason than how he lived his life, he could only live in such a serious way, he could only take life in such a defensive fashion, and it was hard to let up after such a long time. It was as if someone was producing a spring, that would tighten only with time, and the pressure that life pressed against it continually as it was as if someone was twisting Flynn’s arm, forcing him to be this way. It was the caress life had afforded them, a brutal fixture of ache that left behind a disease or affliction of a need for change. The more time that slipped by, the more Flynn’s fingertips burned for the need, the tighter the arm would be twisted, the harder the spring would tense. Leaving behind the entire compression that was known as ‘Flynn’ to no longer have hold of the things he did, the conversations all tinged with the edge of that squeeze, bringing others to that stress with him, forcing them to endure what he himself did. Lashing out without meaning, or remorse, without anything concrete to bind him to - he would just snap. Perhaps it would be when he died, that the inertia and the build up could finally be released, but there were places in life where you could validate the actions you took, the place where most felt themselves purged from their wrong doings. Their sins no longer acceled or leveled within reality, lost to humankind due to the pressure of life.

Being released from that was a temptation that was never to be acknowledged in a man who fought his way through everything, and never knew when to quit. Flynn withdrew, slowly, as if to come back to reality, a resolution plaguing his senses. He was made of a different set of makeup, a gene in his blood that would bring everyone in the world to a resolution, given a certain extent of time, the goals seemed improbable in measure, but he would grasp them, or die trying. If there was a way to make that death have meaning, then allow it to be so- to wash over his entire family to clean them of their early lives.

“I don’t like that you place anything in secret, and if you don’t want to talk about it- I can wait, but it’s been -days- since you ascended Lower Quarter sick as a dog with no answers, and don’t think I haven’t noticed that Repede is being repaired from wounds even the heaviest gels have given little to no purchase against. So I would be afforded the chance to be given the respect of the fact that I am intelligent enough to understand the circumstances without even being granted explanation so quickly rather than treated as though I am an idiot who doesn’t see what is so plainly happening around me.”

(Source: imperialjustice)

general-loki:

騎士組 | 花鳥 

It’s like they tried to do the same pose, but Asbel got nervous and didn’t follow through. XD

lunargazingxspear:

“… Flynn, it’s all well and good to be passionate while defending your friends… But I think that may have been over the top. While he’s still my father, I’m not proud of what he did. So forgive me if I’m not as enthusiastic…”

…

“And did you just make a pass at me?”

“Well even if it didn’t turn out the way it really should have, I’m certain that it was an amazing feat either way. Science is quite limited here on Terca Lumeries so I imagine it would be difficult to disregard so easily! We’re lucky to have what we do have, electricity has become quite a amazing accessory to the locals in Zaphias and even Aspio. I’m sure if something ends up to be quite a travesty, it doesn’t necessarily mean it was intent upon being that way. Intention is important and I-“

Wait…had he just hit on her???

“Uh…well you see… my intent was not to make a pass at you- you see… intent is important, for it would not be my desire to make you uncomfortable in any way and I didn’t mean for that to sound as if I was trying to, I have my honor…and dignity and I would never… … I mean that…”

“Well not that that would be inherently unnatural of me to do so, or that it would be wrong or a bad thing, I suppose it would be appropriate for someone to hit on you, or that it may come off as very normal for that to happen to you I just-“

-sighs, because he’s rambling and digging himself a deeper grave and her presence alone was making him nervous, and he was just back peddling all over himself and wow… well - this was abnormal for him to not immediately master the art of speech-

(Source: the-tiny-son-of-a-hero)

steadfastxvigilante:

[[ Tch. But the kid was feeling left out—what else could I have done? Watch as he lived his life happily with living, breathing parents? No, I can’t accept that. He must be broodingly emo like the rest of us. ]]

//OOc

-SUPER CEREAL MODE- You can’t just take the law into your own hands like that just because you think you’re going to save someone from their suffering. You have to let the system do that, the parents are likely just going to die eventually anyway- you know how things work around here. Almost no Tales of characters get to have parents. That’s why we’re going to change the system, make sure that no one has parents by doing the RIGHT thing…not by going around taking the law into our own hands, or operating our own court of law. Justice will come Yuri- you know we both got into this for the right reasons. Don’t sully your hands with murder.

(Source: little-bringer-of-light)

lunargazingxspear:

“True, but is this really the thing to celebrate? I mean, my father was the one that made those horrid Hermes’ Blastia.”

“And I’m certain that has nothing to do with your amazing accomplishments and achievements…Judith- you are a very talented grown woman who has made quite a solid reputation for yourself as being reliable, dependable and beautiful, I’m certain there is nothing wrong with celebrating your lineage, as without your father you wouldn’t be here…because while he may have made something like that- he also made you.”

…

“And you were quite the accomplishment.”

(Source: the-tiny-son-of-a-hero)