Hunting Spheres 'n Boys [Gabranth]

[leblanc]

'Where is my Noojie-Woojie...?' She thought, walking around the town. She didn't notice the people walking around her, staring at her very revealing outfit. If she did find out, she would not care. She absolutely adored showing off her beautiful figure, and this was the best of all the dresspheres. Still, she needed more dresspheres. Why? She hunted them. She craved for more beauty.

Her hunt starts here, in this...strange looking place but Leblanc could care less if she recognized it or not. Perhaps however she got here was not even part of Spira, but all that mattered is that spheres and Noojie-Woojie might be around. 'Those Gullwings won't get this sphere! I will take what is mines!' Leblanc thought possessively. So into the empire she walked through.

'If I were a sphere, where would I hide?' Leblanc thought. She wished she had the technology she left at her base, her home, and had some of her subordinates, especially the boys. 'As a proud woman like myself, I must be able to defend myself! Somewhat.' She thought. 'Nono, that isn't good, Leblanc! You are a strong, confident woman! Yeah, see? That rings a lot better than a goody princess waiting for her prince.'

She then went into a daydream. 'But if that Prince was Noojie-Woojie, I wouldn't mind being his princess...oh but I'm not some good girl. I think Noojie-Woojie likes it that way too~ Yes, continue to be the bad, confident, strong, and beautiful woman you are, Leblanc!' Leblanc almost laughed out loud at her amusing thoughts, but the only thing that kept them in was the fact that no one would join in.

She had no idea who these people were, and it was obvious they knew nothing about her. There was no celebration, no cheering, only occasional looks and glances. 'Fear not, people of Spira! Or...wherever this is! You will know my name as Leblanc soon enough!' Leblanc thought to herself, grinning widely at her amusing thoughts.

She continued on her way, looking for possible spots for a sphere to hide, but unbeknown to her, her clothing and the way she dressed would not only become a shock to the city but to the people. She was an obvious outsider, and obviously not the best civilian she could be, wearing such immodest clothing.

[Captain Cedric Rackham]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][bg=EEE6E4][atrb=background,http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs7/i/2005/258/c/4/Paper_texture_v5_by_bashcorpo.jpg] AND I WOULD LET A PIECE OF MYSELF DIE IT'S HARD TO BE THE BETTER MAN - WHEN YOU FORGET TO TRY it's hard to be the better man - when you're still lying The second disturbance with the past two days, Gabranth was beginning to think this was some sort of unsightly trend. However, unsightly was one word for it, as the suspected person was apparently clad in a rather extravagant outfit of bright pink and skin. Once more the headache was coming on and he knew, within the bowels of his stomach, this was going to be a very long day. How he wished for the norm, whatever that had been, the times when all of these cultures remained out of Archadia, or at least the parts of Archadia he had jurisdiction order. He at least wished for a kindred spirit to tell all of these strange tales too, have a laugh and be on his merry way, but not even that was permitted. In the end this was a tiresome distraction from what he needed to do. Golden optics scanned the familiar scenery of Upper Archades, the citizens that recognized him parting in his presence as he stalked the main quarter, the others scampering out of the way as he continued his search for this abnormally dressed individual. It didn’t take too long before the garishly dressed woman, her messy head of blonde hair drawing his attention along with her heavily made-up face as much as her attire did. He felt himself instinctively avert his gaze as his gold eyes trailed along her scantily clad figure, the slips of skin that had been so readily revealed causing his cheeks to burn red hot. Swallowing roughly, his throat having grown dry for one reason or another he made the move, the sound of his armor rustling and cloak fluttering at his ankles keeping his mind focused as he approached the woman. “You,” He paused, unsure of how to address or approach this situation, his eyes falling to her feet clad in a pair of leather boots. Another garish color to match her outfit, at least she was fashion conscious, in the worst sense of the word. Gabranth mustered the ‘courage’ to allow his vision to rise from her feet up along her slender leg, a single one exposed and up her curvy figure, and finally to her face. It appeared as though she was looking for something, or someone, but that was the case of many that wandered into Archades. Such a nuisance and a poorly dressed one as well. “Woman, I advise you find more suitable attire if you wish to remain within the upper quarters of Archadia. If you cannot do so, I will personally escort you to the border of the Empire.” His voice remained calm, icy even as his thick accent poured from the muzzle of the helmet he wore, concealing his red face. “As Judge Magister and leader of the Ninth Division of the Archadian Empire, you will present your name and reason for your intrusion.” His grip tightened around his weapons hilt, the long staff-like blade remaining ever present at his side. He hadn’t had to use it yet, and he refused to believe this woman, dressed in the way she was, couldn’t afford to handle a proper fight. By the Gods, this was perhaps the strangest encounter of the week, though the entirety of that time was not yet up he could only pray it would remain as such. i hoped that you would do this for me POST MADE BY GABRANTH OF CALAMITY'S CRY

[leblanc]

Oh what now? Leblanc heard the voice, assumed it was about her, and turned to the man...she was pretty sure by the voice he was a man. The armor made it somewhat hard to tell. "I can't believe you haven't heard of me. Still, this doesn't look like Spira." She assumed he was done and was about to go along her way, but he had to say a few key words.

Oh yeah, now her blood was boiling. Did he just basically tell her to leave unless she changed dresspheres? The...nerve of this man! Assumingly he was a man, and not some chick with a deep voice. "Alright, Judgie-Wudgie. Then come along and help me find a sphere then if you want me to change so badly. I'm too tired to argue~" Besides, she may be somewhat annoying, understatement of the era, but she knew he would draw the sword.

And in this dressphere, she had no offensive moves, which made her more likely to run away. But she would not give up her pride to a giant tin can. "So where can I find a sphere? Oh right, you asked me why I was here and my name. Since you obviously don't know me, my name's Leblanc. Don't be forgetting it now, love. I'm here in search of spheres...and of course my Noojie-Woojie~"

She, of course, emphasized 'Noojie-Woojie' in a slightly higher pitched voice, and even made a little face when she did that, symbolizing her rather...fond affection for the man. Not to Gabranth, of course, but for this 'Noojie-Woojie'. "As soon as I can find a sphere and my Noojie-Woojie I promise I'll leave this place without so much as a peep."

Though, she wasn't exactly the good type, and obviously not the listening type.

[Captain Cedric Rackham]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][bg=EEE6E4][atrb=background,http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs7/i/2005/258/c/4/Paper_texture_v5_by_bashcorpo.jpg] AND I WOULD LET A PIECE OF MYSELF DIE IT'S HARD TO BE THE BETTER MAN - WHEN YOU FORGET TO TRY it's hard to be the better man - when you're still lying Judgie-What? What did she just call him? Gabranth was baffled at the way the woman had addressed him to say the least, his jaw dropping behind the mask of his steel guise. She seemed to completely disregard what he had said and instead diverted the topic of this conversation to some being known as ‘Noojie-Woojie.’ He truly believed this woman to be quite mad; if not some variant of imbecile he had not yet had the privilege to be aquatinted with until now. Even now she prodded him with questions, things he did not have the appropriate answer to and instead of feeling mildly offended he remained dumbfounded by her personality. Yes, she was certainly a foreigner, not even those hailing from Dalmasca or Rosaria had this sort of persona and flair. “I have absolutely no idea what you are suggesting, by carrying on such a casual conversation with me, Madam LeBlanc.” Irritation was present with every word that was spoken, taking a step towards her figure he reached out to grab her by heavily clothed shoulder, catching a piece of the large fan of cloth that expanded around her neck in the process. Using this he placed himself behind her and less than gently nudged her in the direction of Old Archades, she would perhaps find her stay there rather unpleasant. In that moment an idea came to mind and he could have cursed himself for this stroke of brilliance. He released his grip on the woman and reluctantly removed his helmet, his free arm curling at his side to hold his prizes possession as he leaned forward and extended his weapon to point out a place she might find interesting. “Spheres you say?” Though he had absolutely no idea what she was talking about she promised to leave if he presented her object of desire. “I’ve heard rumors of these objects within Archadia’s Old District, if I might escort you, Madam LeBlanc.” His sword arm moved slightly, again pointing in the direction of Old Archades and the line of guards that prevented the denizens there from reaching this highly prosperous area. How she managed to sneak by, he could only imagine and had no desire to, now gently pushing her along with his elbow. “I believe if you continue onward in this direction, you will find the object of your very desires.” His voice was viscous, like honey, sweet and a more comfortable note was found on the edge of his words, regardless of how false they truly were. i hoped that you would do this for me POST MADE BY GABRANTH OF CALAMITY'S CRY

[leblanc]

He was not the only one baffled. His response was...something unheard of for her. Or, rather, she did not know how to respond to him. How can someone be hair-brained enough NOT to know what she was talking about? She just explained herself! "I said--" Then he grabbed her. No, he touched her. Ew, what if he was a dirty old man?

Leblanc's face distorted to a look of disgust and was about to tell him exactly why her face was portrayed that way, until he spoke. He also let go, which was a plus. The face disappeared as one of curiosity replaced it. What sphere did he think he saw? Oh? He was playing nice? She smiled at that. At least he was cooperating with her this time, instead of being a brute like he was two minutes ago.

He didn't even need to push, she went to the direction he suggested. Good thing he brought her to a better mood, for in any other case, she would have thought, again, he was an old geezer lusting for her looks. "I wonder what sphere it is...judging by the place, it might be the Dark Knight dressphere...That'll certainly be helpful to me." She said, more to herself than him.

"That's great. It doesn't seem like my Noojie-Woojie is here either." Leblanc said, moving where Gabranth told her to, being only obedient to fulfill her desire. However, if she even so much as caught wind of his trickery, which would be unlikely, he would have a bit of trouble, despite her being not very offensive.

[Captain Cedric Rackham]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,470,true][bg=EEE6E4][atrb=background,http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs7/i/2005/258/c/4/Paper_texture_v5_by_bashcorpo.jpg] AND I WOULD LET A PIECE OF MYSELF DIE IT'S HARD TO BE THE BETTER MAN - WHEN YOU FORGET TO TRY it's hard to be the better man - when you're still lying She was as naïve as she was poorly dressed. The thought caused a smile to curl along the corners of his mouth, gold eyes gleaming with anticipation. Soon he would be rid of this extravagantly dressed problem, his leather-clad hand now resting along the edge of her back as he eased her along though she seemed to be steering herself in the right direction. She continued to chatter on endlessly about these Spheres she seemed to be searching for, and this person she continued to address in something akin to baby-speech. Perhaps she was stupid as well, it would not surprise the Judge that this woman was a being of lesser intelligence. Silently he wondered if all of the foreigners he would encounter would be like this and in turn it brought a strange sense of gratification of they were. An easy conquest for Archadia was to be had if so, and the strain he had continually felt on his shoulders would surely dissipate. “Now, Madam LeBlanc,” He paused, his palm leaving the flat of his back as he moved to hide his face with his helmet once more. Before him was the line of guards that protected the upper district and he would make good use of them, his long fingers rising to once more place the cruel steel visage he often wore back over his tired expression. Once more the hollows of his eyes stared unblinking at the soldiers who tensed in apprehension. “Might I provide you an escort from Archades, it is only proper after all.” His words were slurred from his accent though a clearly venomous note was present. With a single hand he summoned the guard, five of the armored soldiers approaching the woman with the tips of their glistening lances lowered. “You will find the outskirts of this great Imperial City to your liking, I hope. I’m sure the beasts will feast well upon your bones.” He could feel the smile upon his face, lips parted in a snarl as he cooed these words as though he had offered her great pleasure. “Take her from my site.” Gabranth stood still, his feet planted where he stood as his shoulders rolled back, hands slightly curled at his side as his fingers tensed around the hilt of his weapon. She would get what she deserved, and if he saw her within Archades again, it would be the death of her. Slowly the soldiers continued their approach, circling the woman as the Judge took a step back, his armor rattling with each step. He had more important things to do and to address, he could no longer waste time on this, he could only hope the guard would be more than sufficient in escorting this intruder out of Archadia and into the wilds. i hoped that you would do this for me POST MADE BY GABRANTH OF CALAMITY'S CRY

[leblanc]

Oh dammit, she was duped. Well, she got out of stickier situations before. Leblanc did look savagely angry at Gabranth, being duped like so. However, Lady Luck was on her side. Leblanc acted hastily. The solders were obviously baffled by her movement as she appeared in front of one of them, picking up a sphere. "You were going to step on it, love. I didn't want to to crack such a piece."

The sphere started to glow in her hands as the solders readied their weapons. "I should thank you, Judgie-Wudgie~ I didn't expect such a surprise~" Leblanc cooed in her voice as suddenly, her clothing was gone, herself bathed in light. Suddenly, the ground turned pitch black as dark matter seemed to appear from the ground. Leblanc's body slipped into the vortex.

A dark blade arose from it, as well as a much darker, more suited for Gabranth's liking, if he didn't want the woman gone and dead. She rose from the darkness as she gave him a little blown kiss. "If you see anymore spheres, tell me. Oh, and my Noojie-Woojie~" The guards were closing in but Leblanc was faster, jumping from the circle and ran off into the plains he thought would be the death of her.

Instead, she looked more than well prepared, all from the change of a sphere.

[AQUIRED: DARK KNIGHT DRESSPHERE. Now able to gain Physical Abilities!]

[Captain Cedric Rackham]

THREAD FIN.