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genessia2016-04-18 02:52 pm
highprices) wrote in genessia2016-04-18 02:52 pm
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01st Affair | Action/Voice
Waking
[Watery blue eyes peek beneath thick dark lashes as Crystal rouses within the strange pod. She isn’t familiar with hangovers however there have been rare occasions where she’s been drugged. She remembers bidding her neighbor goodnight and leaving for the evening when she unexpectedly arrived here. Her dress is untarnished. Her shoes, jewelry and shawl are the same as when she left the house. It’s odd that nothing is stolen or misplaced and that her captors have yet to introduce themselves.
She slowly rises into a sitting position, her heels dipping into the water while long slender legs stretch from their static position. She lifts her purse to her lap as well as the odd little box that is resting in the pod with her. First she opens her purse. The golden clasp clicks, echoing within the cave as she fetches a small pocket mirror. She inspects her face, her make-up untouched and her bright blond hair curled just as she remembered. There are no marks on her skin, nothing implying a force or harsh treatment.
Slipping her pocket mirror into her purse she begins to look through the peculiar chest that she found next to her. She quickly realizes that it is meant for her which isn’t a comforting thought. She decides she dislikes the provided necklace and slips it into her purse with no intention of ever wearing it. She reads through each piece of information carefully, her brow creasing as the situation grows more complicated.]
Action; Any City – Early Morning
[It’s evident that she isn’t in New York anymore and so she quickly moves passed that glaring fact and inspects the information she does know.
Crystal isn’t ready to rule out any possibilities; she wants to learn more about her new gilded prison. With the items she’s deemed important stashed in her purse she steps across the turning water and out of the bay. The hologram makes her pause, a thin eyebrow rising at its explanation before she continues onward.
A light smile plays across her lips as confidence radiates from her countenance, like a perfect mask her expression mixes both truths and lies. It won’t be hard to pin her as someone new though she isn’t acting like a gawking tourist or lost soul. When she steps it’s as if she knows exactly where she’s going. She doesn’t care about those who gawk at her height, beauty or very short dress.
She steps into a few curious shops, her gaze examining their wares even if she isn’t interested in purchasing them.]
Excuse me. [Crystal asks in a friendly tone.] Is this your establishment?
Action; Nova City – Early Evening
[After exploring each city Crystal finds that she enjoys Nova City the most. There are classier establishments, cleaner streets and while some of the futurist technology is beyond her knowledge it isn’t beyond her understanding. She can be found eyeing apartments as well as the general area with the same air of someone who moves with assurance.
She decides to look for bars or clubs that might prove to be interesting. It’s only the start of the night and she doubts that any establishment has yet to truly open. It will, however, give her an understanding of this place which is her intent as she moves through the cities.
If she catches your eye she’ll smile, her expression confident and inviting.]
Action; Everglade – Early Night
[Everglade is the last stop on her trip and she quickly finds that she doesn’t care for the mist covered city. There is nothing pertaining to the curfew in the provided information, leaving Crystal unaware as she steps into the city proper. Night is when Crystal is accustomed to working. She’s always been comfortable beneath the lingering light of the moon, even walking down desolate streets like these.
It doesn’t take her long to sense that something is wrong, the sun wanes and a gloomy atmosphere grips the town. She turns to leave however the sweet scent of lilacs drifting from her skin calls forth a hungry predator who quickly blocks her escape. Her mask remains in place, her lips positioned in a careful smile while her gaze locks onto the approaching figure. She moves briskly however the shadow is much faster than her, catching her by the wrist and throwing her against a nearby wall.
Her eyes level a glare at the stranger: his skin is a sickly pale, his eyes sunken in with black irises staring hungrily at her, his clothes hang on his bony form, tattered and torn from wear.]
That isn’t anyway to say hello.
[Crystal replies in an even voice, her wrist already working its way out of the dead mans grip.]
Voice; April 19th
[A melodious voice echoes over the network.]
It looks like I should have asked for assistance earlier, in the end I see little point of the provided information with so much lacking. [The light and silky voice sounds like it’s smiling.]
Now that I’ve learned my way around I wanted to say hello. Perhaps get to know my fellow martyrs.
[Watery blue eyes peek beneath thick dark lashes as Crystal rouses within the strange pod. She isn’t familiar with hangovers however there have been rare occasions where she’s been drugged. She remembers bidding her neighbor goodnight and leaving for the evening when she unexpectedly arrived here. Her dress is untarnished. Her shoes, jewelry and shawl are the same as when she left the house. It’s odd that nothing is stolen or misplaced and that her captors have yet to introduce themselves.
She slowly rises into a sitting position, her heels dipping into the water while long slender legs stretch from their static position. She lifts her purse to her lap as well as the odd little box that is resting in the pod with her. First she opens her purse. The golden clasp clicks, echoing within the cave as she fetches a small pocket mirror. She inspects her face, her make-up untouched and her bright blond hair curled just as she remembered. There are no marks on her skin, nothing implying a force or harsh treatment.
Slipping her pocket mirror into her purse she begins to look through the peculiar chest that she found next to her. She quickly realizes that it is meant for her which isn’t a comforting thought. She decides she dislikes the provided necklace and slips it into her purse with no intention of ever wearing it. She reads through each piece of information carefully, her brow creasing as the situation grows more complicated.]
Action; Any City – Early Morning
[It’s evident that she isn’t in New York anymore and so she quickly moves passed that glaring fact and inspects the information she does know.
Crystal isn’t ready to rule out any possibilities; she wants to learn more about her new gilded prison. With the items she’s deemed important stashed in her purse she steps across the turning water and out of the bay. The hologram makes her pause, a thin eyebrow rising at its explanation before she continues onward.
A light smile plays across her lips as confidence radiates from her countenance, like a perfect mask her expression mixes both truths and lies. It won’t be hard to pin her as someone new though she isn’t acting like a gawking tourist or lost soul. When she steps it’s as if she knows exactly where she’s going. She doesn’t care about those who gawk at her height, beauty or very short dress.
She steps into a few curious shops, her gaze examining their wares even if she isn’t interested in purchasing them.]
Excuse me. [Crystal asks in a friendly tone.] Is this your establishment?
Action; Nova City – Early Evening
[After exploring each city Crystal finds that she enjoys Nova City the most. There are classier establishments, cleaner streets and while some of the futurist technology is beyond her knowledge it isn’t beyond her understanding. She can be found eyeing apartments as well as the general area with the same air of someone who moves with assurance.
She decides to look for bars or clubs that might prove to be interesting. It’s only the start of the night and she doubts that any establishment has yet to truly open. It will, however, give her an understanding of this place which is her intent as she moves through the cities.
If she catches your eye she’ll smile, her expression confident and inviting.]
Action; Everglade – Early Night
[Everglade is the last stop on her trip and she quickly finds that she doesn’t care for the mist covered city. There is nothing pertaining to the curfew in the provided information, leaving Crystal unaware as she steps into the city proper. Night is when Crystal is accustomed to working. She’s always been comfortable beneath the lingering light of the moon, even walking down desolate streets like these.
It doesn’t take her long to sense that something is wrong, the sun wanes and a gloomy atmosphere grips the town. She turns to leave however the sweet scent of lilacs drifting from her skin calls forth a hungry predator who quickly blocks her escape. Her mask remains in place, her lips positioned in a careful smile while her gaze locks onto the approaching figure. She moves briskly however the shadow is much faster than her, catching her by the wrist and throwing her against a nearby wall.
Her eyes level a glare at the stranger: his skin is a sickly pale, his eyes sunken in with black irises staring hungrily at her, his clothes hang on his bony form, tattered and torn from wear.]
That isn’t anyway to say hello.
[Crystal replies in an even voice, her wrist already working its way out of the dead mans grip.]
Voice; April 19th
[A melodious voice echoes over the network.]
It looks like I should have asked for assistance earlier, in the end I see little point of the provided information with so much lacking. [The light and silky voice sounds like it’s smiling.]
Now that I’ve learned my way around I wanted to say hello. Perhaps get to know my fellow martyrs.
action; nova city
[She waves a hand before taking another sip of her drink.]
action; nova city
Arcadia, being the more agressive of these two advesaries, pushed ever further East, consuming these minor nations in the way. Two of which being Nabradia and Dalmasca. In order to forge an alliance between the kingdoms of Nabradia and Dalmasca, King Ramenas of Dalmasca wed his daughter, the Crown Princess Ashalia to Prince Rassler of Nabradia. The realms rejoiced, until Arcadia suggested a treaty. King Ramenas was assassinated, by all appearances betrayed from within by a vassal named Basch Von Ronsenburg, and war was unavoidable. Rassler joined his armies on the field of battle and was felled. The Lady Ashe, in her grief, took her own life...
...or so all appearances would suggest. In the absence of a ruler, Dalmasca crumbled, Arcadia appointed a governor and our stage is set.
action; nova city
[Crystal settles into her chair, her drink held lightly in her hand. Her eyes shine brightly as her interest in his story raises.]
Sounds like the perfect backdrop.
[She waits for him to tell more, not wanting to interrupt or pause his tale]
Re: action; nova city
[He Took a pause here, both to sip his wine and for dramatic effect.]
action; nova city
That's a weakness we share.
[She then waits for him to continue.]
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[He pauses here to sip his wine.]
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[Her lips tug into a wider smile.]
No doubt a coming of age story for him.
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[He shrugs, looking back on the evening.]
I have to hand it to the boy. He managed to infiltrate a guarded vault single-handed and get his hands on the shard first.
[An admission Vaan will never hear him make.]
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[Crystal teases lightly, bringing her drink to her lips.]
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[He sets his wine glass down on the table.]
The guards interrupted our...bargaining with Vaan, and we ere divided, myself and my partner, Fran, and the thief. Once the guards were alerted, or so we thought, I decided we cut our losses and return to our ship. It was only during our escape that I noticed the little thief fleeing for his life amid an attack on the palace, a rebel assault that proves my abysmal timing. I thought to make a quick snatch and grab of the gem, to keep the night from being a complete loss, but the crystal, Nethicite it turns out, absorbed the Mist from my hover-bike's engines. The three of us plummeted to the ground, and into the sewer as luck would have it.
action; nova city
[She's more interested about this gem now.]
And how did your grand escape go from there?
action; nova city
Well enough, I suppose. That is, of course, until our dear Vaan rescued a fleeing damsel in distress who happened to be their wayward princess. Having proven quite capable of faking her own death, she'd become a staunch leader of the "resistance".
action; nova city
This adventure sounds to interesting to be real. [She admits in a cool voice.]
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She eluded capture by using us as decoys and we were, at length, captured and thrown into the dungeons of Nalbina Fortress. The Empire has little concern for its convicts and most prefers for them to be forgotten, allowing most of them to simply waste away while fending for themselves.
[He shakes his head.]
No, the dungeons of Nalbina are...less than accommodating, and reek of Bangaa which is something akin to swine.
action; nova city
Surly the leading man would find a way to free our wayward heroes?
action; nova city
[He leaned back, taking a sip of his wine before continuing.]
It just so happened that Fran's way out was through a very special holding cell in which we found Captain Basche von Ronsenburg of Dalmasca. The Kingslayer...who claimed it was not he who ended his king's life...but his twins. Handy, that.
action; nova city
Twins? That is an interesting if not overdone plot twist. The young queen might not believe that, if she's to repair in your story.
action; nova city
[Balthier takes another sip from his wine.]
But another sword arm was welcome.
action; nova city
[Her smile remains easy and calm though she’s more interested in the story than ever.]
What made you believe?
action; nova city
I've known deceptive men, and Basche's eyes were honest. Also, the Judges of Arcadia were apt to keep him imprisoned. Strange, that. It gave them the power to take Dalmasca. Why punish the Kingslayer who gave them the thrown, unless it keep up a veil to hide the true villain?
action; nova city
[She compliments him with a smile.]
Did you help Dalmasca?
[It sounds like it.]
action; nova city
[He leaned back, finishing his wine and waving over a server for more.]
You see, a brilliant Archadian scientist by the name of Cidolfus demen Bunansa developed a means by which to power lights, appliances, warmth, cool air, heated water, but the application of Magicite, a naturally occurring mineral. Everyone's lives have been improved since then. If course, he also developed airship engines, weapons, using the same technology.
action; nova city
He sounds like many inventors fueled to invent everything but funded by war.
[Crystal’s very familiar with that sort of mentality.]
action; nova city
Indeed. Doctor Cid improved the military might of Arcadia a hundred fold.
action; nova city
[Crystal's tone is a little more serious though there is a subtle flash of excitement in her gaze.]
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