Skeletons [Arbiter/Invite]

[Yuffie Kisaragi]

fall asleep- spin the sky- skeleton me, love don't cry-

Her head spun, and her knees shook. But the spinning sensation left her, being replaced with a sharp pain in her skull. Oh how it burned. It was like something was forcing her way into her mind. The Resistance Leader grabbed her stomach, which seemed to take the same path as her mind. Her eyes felt heavy. As Amalia stumbled down the corridors of the Shiva, making her way through to her private quarters she thought; sleep is what I need. She hadn't had much the night before, or the night before that. In fact she hadn't had much since she started the Resistance, so maybe she just needed some sleep.

Amalia reassured herself as she climbed into bed. Yeah that was the only thing she needed. Just some a good nights rest. The women curled up into a tiny ball on her bed, her snow white sheets tightly wrapped around her. She was scared, this was far worse then anything she felt before. Yet it didn't take long for the magic induced sleep to take whisk her away from the mortal world.

"I do," the worlds flew out of Amalia's mouth. She wasn't sure where she was, her hazel eyes quickly looked around. It was some kind of palace. Yes palace, this is the Royal Palace of Rabanastre, the seasoned Captain thought to herself as she saw the worn limestone pillars aside from her. Amalia wondered what she was doing in such a place, and found herself in a wedding dress. The thing was lovely, long and flowing with a wonderful golden trim. It was fit for a Princess.

"Do you really?" The man across from her asked her. Amalia couldn't place a name to the face right away. He was a lovely man, with short silver hair and beautiful eyes. His extravagant full plate armor matched her own dress.

"Do I what?" She inquired, confused by the situation. How did she get here? Who was this man? Wait, she knew who he was. That man was her husband, and this was the place of the marriage. It was a memory that escaped her for ages, and she felt relived. Like a stray cat finally finding it's way home. Although she still couldn't put a name to the face. R something... It definitely started with an r.

"Do you remember?" He asked.

Amalia shook her head. Her head seemed to burn more with the returning memory. "No... I do not..." She replied after a few moments, the sound of shame was clear in her voice. She remembered almost nothing. Her husband shook her head in sorrow. "Do you.." She hesitated, afraid to know the answer. "Do you know who I really am?" Amalia finished. For the pats few months her mind raged along with who and what she was. The person she thought she was, this Amalia, surely could not be it. There was another primal force beneath her. But was it really her? Or was it just some foreign presence in her mind. She craved for the truth to who she really was, yet at the same time she was terrified of becoming someone else entirely. She was afraid of Amalia dying, and this primal force taking over.

Rassler shook his head. This wasn't a question he could answer. Instead he turned around and walked away. He was only a memory, a figment of her imagination being controlled by him. Yet there was something he could do for her. He could lead her too him. Amalia's husband stopped in front of two large double doors and gave a slight bow as he motioned towards them. A gasp of shock escaped the Resistance Leader's mouth. This was a dream, one that she had many times before. As always she pressed her hand against the door, she could feel a strong presence on the other side.

This was always the part where she ran away. Sometimes Rassler would attack her, other times she would dine with him. Yet this time she pushed the doors open. The Resistance Leader was tired of guessing who she was, tired of wondering what was the right course. Despite their heavy look the doors easily swung open for her. Without fear she walked forward into a very odd looking room. It was circular with a giant pit in the center. A short stone fence lined the pit along with ancient pillars. Most of the stone pillars that supported the floor above her where already crumbling to pieces, only a testament to this places age.

A lone elevator sat in the center of the pit, a small door connecting the small circular area to the floor Amalia stood on. Without thinking she walked towards it, something from it called her. With each step another piece of her wedding dress fell to the ground. As she took the final step onto the elevator the dress was gone, leaving her within her usual battle ready outfit. Her sword strapped to her waist, and her shield on her arm.

The elevator stirred to life as Amalia walked a foot in. The small door leading to the circular area behind her soft closed shut. The women looked around, and it didn't take her long to find the large hulking beast that sat in the center of the elevator. The thing looked like some kind of monster. It's body was that of a giant hume with a thick golden fur covering their whole body, yet their face was that of a lino. A pure white mane encompassed the creature's head, which lead into a sweeping length of white hair that ran along his back. "Wha-what are you?" Amalia said, her voice shaky.

The thing rose to it's hooves. "I am the Bringer of Order, and you are Chaos." The creature said, his golden eyes glued to Amalia. A look of confusion was on the Resistance Leader's face. She didn't understand, and Hashmal could tell. "Your mind was once a haven for me, for only Order existed. Now it has been drawn into Chaos."

What the Esper did explain to Amalia was cryptic for her. She couldn't understand it all. She was left with so many questions, yet she was afraid to ask this creature. "Do you know who I am?" Amalia asked, after taking a bit to gain the courage. The woman jumped in fear only seconds after she finished her words. The elevator beneath her feet stirred to life, starting to rise upwards.

Hashmal let out a sigh. She was only Chaos now, no longer was she able to bring Order to her own mind. "You are Chaos, you are my enemy." Hashmal said as he fell into a battle stance. "I, Hashmal the fifth Scion of Darkness, sentence you to oblivion." He finished as a dull orange mist began to encompass the elevator.

I don't understand! Where the only things Amalia wanted to shout out. She wanted answers, she wanted to get more from this creature. But instead she only drew her blade. She was scared, she didn't want to face this alone. The mist around her began to form into small flickering images. Then the images came together and became people as her mind reached across to those who were close to her. The Desert Rose wouldn't have to fight for her own mind on her own. Her past, present, and future would be by her side.

location :: Ashe/Amalia's mind.
people :: Balthier, Miumi, Larsa.

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[Balthier]

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[Larsa Ferrinas Solidor]

Of course, it was to be expected who the next arrival would admit. The young emperor, with both sword and swordbreak already in hand, appearing at the side of the forgotten queen with a kind of grace as if he had always been there.

Whether his real self or her dream approximation, it was unsure, but either way the boy was comfortable beside his companions, staring down an Esper. With the kind of confidence that belied his true lack of experience, the vast majority of which had been earned in the continent of Kerwon, of Ivalice.

Still, as it was, these were all things that Ashe had already known of Larsa. This could very well be a figment of her imagination like the image of Rasler earlier. But were he to strike, the feel of the Joyeuse's blade would be just as sharp as in reality.

"Your memory may be vague, but nevertheless, it is a pleasure to fight beside you once more... Amalia." It was almost as if he'd said another name, but it was erased and replaced with what she would be more comfortable with hearing. Indeed, the movement of his mouth did not match the words that were uttered.

That aside...

"You were never one to surrender. I admire you for that quality. Tenacity is the tool of gods."

He comes.

[aya]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px,true][atrb=background,http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5191/33923022.png] The Wings Of Freedom Sings Dreams were such intricate things; with the creation of a single though the sweetest of dreams could become the worst of nightmares, but Miumi would be Amalia’s savior this time. It seemed in this dream Miumi’s persona had been alerted slightly as instead of the wild and feral side of Miumi that others knew Amalia would see the softer and gentler slide; but unlike others Miumi came from above. He had been deep within his own sleep before the sound of Amalia’s voice had stirred him from his deep slumber and resulted in those milky white eyes shooting open and scanning the horizon; but once again his fear was a reality as he was surrounded by darkness. Her voice gave birth to light which would shine on a path; which Miumi would take off down the path in a fast sprint. The soft whistle of wind in his ear as suddenly there would be a rift of darkness beside Amalia. From the dark abysmal swirling mass would emerge vibrant red nails which had blacked hearts on them? The nails would twitch and spasm as slowly the pale milky white fingers would emerge as well giving birth to the petite figure that was Miumi. Porcealin pale fingers would lace behind his back reaching into the hilt of his weapon as he would take his spot beside Amalia and would click the button the mechanical whirls would release a sudden pressure which caused Miumi’s clothing to rustle and twitch wildly as he would look ahead at the creature and turn towards Amalia with a soft smile. “ Don’t worry.. I promised I’d follow you to the ends of the earth.” “

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[Non Playable Character]

Order it was what Hashmal lived for, it was what he had been created for. He had fought in the thousand year war against the Gods to bring order to the world, however fate had been cruel that day his strength had been spent and the battle was lost. Cast down into the world of the Humans, banished and forced to serve any who could defeat him in battle. The young princess and her friends had fought him once before, fought to bring order back to the war torn land it was something he was willing to support but now she had become lost in her own mind. He could never serve someone who couldn't even tell who they were, every day he had to live in her mind watching the chaos the mist had created. Hashmal would no longer stand for this, if she could not regain herself then he would need to step in and take action.

The mist around them began to ebb and flow with her memories; it was forming those that would help her and very much the most important things to anyone their Past, their present and their future. The first to appear was a man Hashmal knew all too well, Balthier one of the people who had accompanied Ashe last time they had come to The Pharos and faced him. The next to appear was someone Hashmal had never met however he had heard all about Larsa Ferrinas Solidor, brother to Vayne the man who had brought war and chaos down upon the world of the humans. The chaos of the young Queens mind bended the words of the raven haired youth, it was pitiful to watch as her mind supported such a thing. And lastly came a boy the Scion had never seen before, he had an idea she had met him recently however Hashmal had locked himself away inside her mind to avoid the chaos that spread through it.

They were all here; ready to fight for her to save her from herself they were here to help Hashmal bring order back to her mind. "I bring you once last chance to restore order into your life, with past, present and future you must draw your swords and face me. his voice rang clear around them, echoed by the empty space. His right leg moved behind his other to take his battle stance, kneeling slightly forward with one of his arms brought up in front of him the other raised slightly behind him. "Take back what is yours, pull your memories back from the deathly grip of chaos" . He would not fear taking her life, it was what he was created to do to protect order and he would stop at nothing.

Hashmal decided to take the first move, he swung the arm in front of him up into the air before bring it down onto the ground. The ground underneath the feet of Ashe and her companies began to shake; the earth would crack and separate ever so slightly.

[HP=250/250]

{ACTIVATED}

Quakga- An earth spell that deals 20 HP damage to a single target and follows up with 15 HP damage to all other enemies

{COOLDOWN}

Quakge-4

[Yuffie Kisaragi]

fall asleep- spin the sky- skeleton me, love don't cry-

The ground shook beneath Amalia's feet, causing her to tumble backwards. The seasoned warrior was able to remain enough of her foot to dodge a few of the shards of earth that spat up at her and her allies. She let out a gasp of shock as she saw the three others that were around her. Amalia new them all fairly well, Balthier the legendary sky pirate. Lamont, the kind hearted boy that she accompanied through Lhushu Mines, and finally Miumi, a fellow member of her resistance. Her feat of the mighty beast that stood before her lessened. These were friends, friends that would see her to the end of this battle.

"Lamont," The name felt odd as it passed Amalia's lips. As if it wasn't really him. "I apologize for dragging you into such a situation. I know that violence was never close to your heart." The Resistance Leader turned to her other two allies. She simply flashed Miumi a smile, no words needed to be communicated between the two. The young one knew Amalia's goals, and her desires. Yet Balthier didn't seem to understand. "It was the Pharos... Shortly after we departed from the Ancient City of Giruvegan." The words flew from Amalia's mouth without her thinking. She shook her head, Amalia didn't even know what Giruvegan was. But Ashe did. "We should finish this quickly, we must reach the Sun Cryst before Dr. Cid."

The Sun Cryst? What in Farmen's name was that? It sounded mystical, magical, a creation of the Occuria. Wait, what was the Occuria? Amalia suppressed a moan of anger. These little pieces of memories that kept returning to her were frustrating. She could not piece them together as a whole on her own. Yet they wouldn't leave her alone. At least she knew who Dr. Cid was. Amalia turned to the Esper that just attacked her. Clearly he didn't want piece. "Who am I?" She cried at the beast. Would it give her an answer when it clearly wanted to bring this so called Order to her mind?

No, that's not something that he can tell me. It's something I must discover for myself. The women reasoned with herself. Amalia knew she had to fight this thing. But maybe, just maybe she would discover herself along the way. So the lost Queen rose her blade arm up in the air, until the point of her shiny long sword pointed towards the Sun Cryst that slumbered above them. A small orb of white light formed at the tip of her sword, shining even brighter with the mist that encompassed the party. "Cure!" She shouted, calling forth the holy magicks that rested within her. The orb that was floating above her sword tip shattered into what seemed like a million flower petals.

They seemed to be of all shapes and sizes. As each one landed on her wounds, they wrapped around them. Forming into something similar to a bandage. Amalia flicked her arm to her side, holding out her blade horizontally. The bandages then peeled off, and fell to the ground. The wounds that they covered only seconds ago were gone. "I will not allow one like you to send me to Oblivion." She stated, as a wave of white energy engulfed her sword. Amalia charged forward, bring her sword down upon the Bringer of Order. Amalia would fight to discover who she really was.

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Battle

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[hp=107/110]
Actoins ::
Amalia took 18 damage from Quake. [-2 due to Evasion]
Amalia used Cure on herself, healing for 15 HP.
Amalia used Holy Strike on Hashmal, dealing 10 Holy Damage.

Cooldowns ::
Cure - 1 post
Holy Strike - 2 posts

Passives ::
Evasion - Reduces damage taken by 10%.
Divine Spirit - All white magic spells heal by 5 more HP than usual.

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location :: Ashe/Amalia's mind.
order:: Amalia, Balthier, Larsa, Miumi, Hashmal.

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[Balthier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450px,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i52.tinypic.com/otj5sn.jpg); background-color: #FFB000; border-top-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 50px; border-top-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 50px; border-bottom-left-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 50px; border-bottom-right-radius: 50px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 50px; padding: 10px, bTable] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x48/strawberrysplash376/con_balthier01.jpg); opacity: 0.7; border-top-left-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 25px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x48/strawberrysplash376/con_balthier01.jpg); opacity: 0.8; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x48/strawberrysplash376/con_balthier01.jpg); opacity: 0.9; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=display: inline-block; background: url(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x48/strawberrysplash376/con_balthier01.jpg); opacity: 1; border-top-right-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 25px; height: 100px; width: 100px;] [/style] [style=background-color: #D1D1D1; color: #FFBB00; font-family: arial black; font-size: 30px; letter-spacing: -3px; text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; opacity: 1; width: 412px; line-height: 24px; margin-top: -3px; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px;] ( A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME ) [/style][style=background-color: #FFC000; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 7px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 262px; padding-left: 100px; padding-right: 50px;] ( this captain goes down with the ship, all hands on deck, stand hip-to-hip. i shout the orders, "shoot to kill!" i'm dressed to thrill, i'm dressed to thrill. and all my enemies, i want their eyes to see their captain walk the plank, destroy them, rank by rank )[/style] [style=background-color: #FFFFFF; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 11px; text-transform: none; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 392px; margin-top: -12px; padding: 10px; border-top: 10px solid #D1D1D1;] The Emperor of Archades...He never did meet Hashmel, for he never did accompany them. "Ahh, Lamont." He remembered that memory back in the Lhushu Mines. Manufactured Nethicite...but it was a memory and Balthier had more concerning issues to deal with. Primarily the one in front of him, trying to kill them. Mostly Ashe. But they were her allies. Naturally, it would try to kill them too. It seemed like, in his own way, Larsa was trying to help Ashe. What a task they both had. To have the Resistance Leader remember who she was...with the help of them, of course. What did Vaan say once? Something about 'who needs to be strong? If you got good friends...' Something of the sort. Then a mysterious man/woman appeared like some kind of divine angel. He wouldn't be surprised that this angelic person (whoever they were) knew Ashe. She seemed to have a knack for gaining other worldly creatures to come to her aid. However, the time wasn't now to worry about new allies - Hashmel has spoken, and he was ready to strike. He, obvious, wouldn't strike a blow this time. He had allies (finally) to rely on. Though the Leading Man should always be at the fore-front, this was not his fight. Balthier brought himself to stay steady on his feet, as well as shield himself from some of the impact. As soon as the ground stopped quaking, Ashe mentioned a couple of things that made Balthier want to smirk. It seemed like her memories were spilling out. While he casted a red spell onto Larsa, someone he knew could possibly deal much more damage that he could at present, he spoke at her confusion. Though, he wasn't all that happy she remembered Dr. Cid at all. "It wouldn't be any fun, now would it, if we simply told you, eh?" Balthier spoke simply. Larsa and Balthier knew who she was, but claiming it wouldn't do her any good. Ashe was on her own to find herself. With useful hints, of course. [HP=92/100] Guard - The defense of the user is increased by half, however their strength is reduced by the same amount. Lasts until it is deactivated by the user. - 3 post cooldown - 15 LP Haste - A simple spell that increases the attack speed of a single allied target, allowing for three actions every second turn, and lasts 4 posts - 2 post cooldown - 20 LP [/style][style=background-color: #FFBB00; color: #4a4a4a; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 11px; text-transform: none; text-align: justify; opacity: 1; width: 392px; margin-top: -12px; padding: 10px; border-top: 10px solid #D1D1D1; border-bottom-left-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-bottomleft: 25px; border-bottom-right-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-bottomright: 25px;] TAGS :: Amalia/Miumi/Larsa LYRICS :: rum is for drinking, not for burning by senses fail. NOTES :: He'll get offensive later [/style]

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[Larsa Ferrinas Solidor]

Amalia called him Lamont. This did not surprise him, whether because he was not the real Larsa (though this was yet to be determined) or because he knew of her predicament. Either could be assumed. Neither were unfeasible.

The Quakga spell caught him a little unawares, and Larsa stumbled slightly, regaining his footing as Balthier cast the Haste spell on him and receiving it with a nod.

There was not much to say, after all. Ashe - Amalia would have to repair her memory on her own, as Balthier alluded to, though in his usual carefree manner. The other supporter was not familiar to Larsa.

The magicks necessary to return the favor of the attack with an Aero spell came easily to the young emperor, the spell strengthened by the aftermath of Hashmal's strike. In concordance, gracefully extrapolating where the battle would go next with the skill of a master chess player, Larsa cast the Green Magick spell Haste on Amalia, ending with a Faith charm on her other companion directly on her other side.

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[hp=101/110]

passives
Evasion- Reduces damage taken by 10%.
Counter - Doubles the base damage of your first attack immediately after suffering damage from an opponent.
Runic Focus - Increases the damage dealt by all black magic spells by 30%.

commands
Aero - A wind element spell that does 10 HP damage to all enemies - 2 post cooldown
Haste - A simple spell that increases the attack speed of a single allied target, allowing for three actions every second turn, and lasts 4 posts - 2 post cooldown
Faith - Increases the magickal capabilities of a single ally by 25%. Lasts for 3 posts. - 4 post cooldown

targets
Aero - HASHMAL
Haste - AMALIA/ASHE
Faith - MIUMI

damage
damage received: 10 hp - 10% = 9 hp
damage dealt: 10 hp + (50% x 30% = 65%) 6.5 = 16.5 hp

cooldowns
aero - 2 posts
faith - 4 posts
haste - 4 posts

[aya]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px,true][atrb=background,http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5191/33923022.png] The Wings Of Freedom Sings A silent callused warrior stood alongside Amalia’s side without a single world, but to those around him he probably looked to be nothing more than a child whom was naïve to the harsh world that he lived in, but at this very moment his world was collapsing and folding inwards until the only thing he was focusing on was the people around him. His eyes would briefly flicker over to Amalia’s petite silhouette, Larsa’s feminine body and Balthier’s more masculine body. He would nod his head briefly as he would turn to face the creature that stood before him; but he showed no fears as he had faced far greater as he would spiral his scythe looking back over to Amalia; she had become his very reason for existence, as ever since Agana had left Miumi had lost his purpose and become nothing more than a killing machine or a rogue traveler, but she had saved him from a relapse into the life of poverty and ruthlessness that he had once crawled from and he would protect her to his last breathe because of that. His thoughts came flooding back as it would appear the tides of battle were upon them; Miumi refused to be swallowed and broken by it. Miumi’s beloved weapon Okamiga no Oni would be intricately swung infront of him as the other would release the mighty spell. This beast was rocking their world; literally, but Miumi refused to yield as he would push off the ground avoiding the brute of the strike looking out of the corner of his eye to see sharp spikes graze his beloved Amalia and his eyes would narrow decisively and he’d grit his teeth so roughly there was a rather loud cracking noise. He would lose his focus though and as he landed he landed slightly on a spike it would slide along his lead creating a rough jagged slice in his porcelain pale flesh. A thin trail of blood would trickle from it but Miumi refused to award this beast with the sound of his pain, instead he bit his lip hard enough that it bled to prevent from screaming. He could feel the tides of the battle shifting as slowly Miumi would land on the ground once more and his eyes would narrow decisively as he would spiral glancing at Amalia as the petals spiraled around her and he noticed Larsa was working a magic of his own. Unfortunately Larsa’s spell would afflict Miumi and he could feel something like a pressure on his skull as dark seductive voices began to whisper unspoken secrets of magic into his ear and he would widen his eyes as he would turn to face the beast again his eyes would widen suddenly and the magical energy that oozed from Miumi could be physically seen for the time being as it whispered around Miumi those close enough to him might catch the hint of vanilla that lingered around him. Suddenly it began to grow sweeter almost roasted as suddenly Miumi would bring his hands towards his lips and would blow as he would cast Firaga . From his hands would spew butterflies in mass quantities which would flood everyone’s visions for a brief second as Miumi continued to blow they would burst into a rainbow of colors from a soft snow white of freshly fallen snow, to the shades of sapphire blue and majestic ruby red and even hints of royal purple and sinful obsidian would fill the air. They would flutter soundlessly towards the beast landing on it for a moment they’d do nothing but when Miumi would giggle and snap his finger they would set off a chain reaction of explosions each equivalent to a small hand-grenade. As a shower of rain would cascade around Miumi he would spiral once or twice as if dancing within a petal storm as he would charge up the second barrage the scent of vanilla began to grow cold and almost creamy like ice-cream as Miumi would smile softly. He would call upon planes of frozen tundras and the cold hand of death as Miumi would evoke his second spell Blizzaga as he did he would blow a sudden kiss and at first a funnel of frost would emerge and from it came a variety of crystalline doves which sparkled and glimmer, but inside of them was a hollow water filled section and as he would send them he would aim for Hamashal’s face as they flew forward they would fly in a variety of circles rotating before they would collide exploding in a flurry of razor sharp diamond shards which would rain down upon him. The remains would become soft powdery snowflakes which rained down into the wounds causing the cold numbing sting to occur. Miumi would just smile as he would push off the ground going back to Amalia’s side. “…. Scream for me.” “ [hp=85/100] ACTIVATED Runic Focus - Increases the damage dealt by all black magic spells by 30% - Costs 15 LP Ravage - The damage dealt by Ruin, and Ruinga is doubled and any members in your party that cast black magick get a 10% spell power boost. - Costs 15 LP Firaga - A complex spell in the fire element that does 20 HP damage to a single enemy and 10 HP damage to surrounding targets [Must know Fira] - 4 post cooldown - 35 LP Blizzaga - A very strong spell that deals 20 HP damage to all enemies [Must know Blizzara] - 4 post cooldown - 35 LP 20 * 41.25 percent x 2 = 57 Damage dealt 15 taken from Quakga Cool down Firaga Blizzaga- 4 posts

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Hashmal was not surprised when she raised her sword so easily, as did her friends they were all prepared to fight for her. Of course they were not really her friends, they were only memories of what she remembered and what she had come to believe. When they called her Amalia they only fuelled the flames of chaos, when she accepted that as her name she only allowed the chaos to grip onto her tighter. The young Queen came charging at him, her sword emitted a soft holy light. The blade was brought down on Hashmal, however he did not hiss in pain or even jump back he stood strong his feet firmly planet onto the ground.

He eyed them carefully as they cast spells of green and time Magick on each other, how foolish it was for them to waste time on making themselves faster or stronger he could take it all away with one move if he pleased. However now was not the time yet, he would let them try and twist the battle field to their favour for now. The young raven haired male was next to make a move, his wind spell came racing towards Hashmal who simply raised his colossal iron hands in front of his face to take the hit. Before the bringer of order could re-act two new spells were being cast his way, one of fire and one of ice each spell hit their target. A low growl was released from his throat; it seemed she had made some powerful friends already.

Hashmal jumped forward as both his iron arms began to glow a soft shade of brown, he brought them over his hand and slamming down upon the Lady Ashe. However he did not jump away once he was amongst them all, for this is where he wanted to be. The Scion of Earth released an animalistic howl as the ground began to rumble, from the ground raised slabs of earth that would quickly move to trap Ashe and her friends inside small earthy tombs. However it would be Ashe who would take the main hit of his spell, for she was the center of all this and she would be the one to suffer every hit.

{ACTIVATED}

Gaiastrike - Inflicts 10 HP Earth damage to a single adversary. - 2 post cooldown

Break - A strong Spell that inflicts 25 HP damage to a single target as well as inflicting the Petrify abnormality, and 20 HP damage to all other enemies in combat. [Must know Quakga] - 8 Post cooldown

{COOLDOWN}

Quakga -3, Gaiastrike -2, Break - 8


[HP=173/250]


Gaiastrike used on Amalia

Break used on whole party

[Yuffie Kisaragi]

fall asleep- spin the sky- skeleton me, love don't cry-

The first blow, the one called Gaiastrike, hit true. The lost Queen's iron shield barely managed to reflect a small portion of the might beasts attack. Amalia stumbled backwards, a small stream of blood running down her face from the attack. Her eyes were nervous yet she still managed to raise her sword arm into the air. The white magicks that rested with in her slowly surged upwards towards the tip of her sword, only held back by the woman's own fear and doubts. Could they really beat such a beast?

Then the ground beneath her feet shook. Sharp slab of stone jutted upwards, creating a prison of stone around her. The sharp edges cut into her body, causing Amalia to let out a yelp of pain. Fear soon set in, replacing her previous feelings of doubt. Amalia was helpless, trapped within the shell of stone that encased her body. She was doomed. Her friends, even if they were just memories, were doomed along with her. This beast would crush her, yet the things first words rang in her head.

Memories, this Hashmal wanted Amalia to regain her own memories. Was it really trying to help? Or was this a trick. She couldn't tell, the only thing she had to grasp onto were her own memories. And there wasn't much of that. "Balthier, who am I?" the Resistance Leader managed to shout through the thick stone slabs. Was she really Amalia, or was she something else?

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Battle

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[hp=76/110]
Events ::
Amalia took 9 damage from Quake. [-1 due to Evasion]
Amalia took 22 damage from Break [-3 due to Evasion]
Amalia is petrified!

Buffs ::
Haste - 1 post

Cooldowns ::
Cure - 0 post - Refreshed!
Holy Strike - 1 posts

Passives ::
Evasion - Reduces damage taken by 10%.
Divine Spirit - All white magic spells heal by 5 more HP than usual.

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location :: Ashe/Amalia's mind.
order:: Amalia, Balthier, Larsa, Miumi, Hashmal.

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[Balthier]

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[Larsa Ferrinas Solidor]

A figment of Amalia's imagination he may be, but in her current state, her memory of him would be but vague shadows if that, given that the only way she could know the reigning emperor of Archadia, her fabled enemy, and sole heir to the family that subjugated her people, would be to possess those memories of her true self. That which she was destined to gain through this upheaval of her mind, chaotic and painful as it was no doubt to be. Thus, Larsa - Lamont really - only possessed a single, primary role; that is, his presence was all that was necessary of him. Consciously Amalia could remember nothing of the boy (though this paradox may seem to have been caused by her remark on him, perhaps a symbol that her memory had already begun its reconstruction), and so, as one would typically use the appearance of another in a dream - the usual configuration of such appearances and methodology being the words of that said representation of a person being, in actuality, the host's own conscious replying to oneself through the haze of conscious and subconscious to affirm itself of things one would not necessarily openly know - this role was mostly given to Balthier, leaving the apparition of the young lord to do little but sink into the background, adding every now and then a token piece of insight. Given that, the raven appeared to pay little attention at the machinations of the sky pirate, instead deciding to merely play spectator - until the advent of Hashmal's onslaught, including the powerful Earth spell that seemed to ricochet off of each person it struck, Ashe being the primary target.

Larsa braced himself for the impact, but the sharp glow of a stone around his neck was all that occurred. The manifestation of the spell in a row of spikes that erupted from the ground in a random pattern that, through much error, directed itself toward him, seemed to verily vanish as if being absorbed or somehow nullified...

The sudden shine of white light faded and, unfazed by this as a dream was wont to be, Larsa responded to the attack with only a curative spell cast in Amalia's direction. This was her battle, after all, and it would do nothing to have the dreamer locked away in stone with only the dreams to fight each other.

Balthier's evasive answer was well-founded. Even he found little to add, besides an articulation of encouragement. "With focus, the truth will become clear - do not fear it. Welcome it."

With that, he turned to the Esper currently wreaking havoc on Ashe's focus in the name of 'order', and found himself uncharacteristically outspoken about the seeming paradox. "Your actions only hinder that which you claim to desire," he pointed out, finally raising his blade and break. "Violence is not the answer to all things. If you must attack, let me be your adversary!"

The true recipient of Hashmal's aggression through this would, no doubt, remain the fallen princess, as they were all representations of her memory in a sense. But at least this way, the woman would be free to ponder the state of things more openly than she would if continually fearing Hashmal's wicked axes.

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[hp=101/110]

non-action effects
Manufacted Nethicite - Once per thread, this chunk of manufacted nethicite may be used to absorb an offensive magick spell of any level, without recoil. - non-active ; triggered

actions
Esuna - A basic spell that cures all status ailments on a single target. - 1 post cooldown

Taunt - Enrage an enemy to the point it will only target the user specifically for 2 posts. - 3 post cooldown - attempted


effects
Haste (2-action) - 3 posts remaining - (next turn: 3 actions)

targets
Esuna; AMALIA
Taunt; HASHMAL

cooldowns
esuna - 1 post
aero - 1 post
taunt - 3 posts
faith - 3 posts
haste - 3 posts
manufacted nethicite - n/a

[aya]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width, 300px,true][atrb=background,http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5191/33923022.png] The Wings Of Freedom Sings Despite Hamashal’s goliath figure he managed to maneuver his way gracefully around the battlefield; but his size had been a slight down fall as it made it quite easier for Miumi’s powerful Magick’s to connect with his scaly chimera like hide. In spite of Miumi’s rather relentless and brutal onslaught of magick barrages of flickering flames and frigid crystals the beast managed to move seamlessly among their attacks and managed to get close enough to Ashe. Miumi’s shocked expression quickly went blank as years of training and exercise kicked in an instant while Miumi’s arm shot out roughly shoving Ashe one way while his feet would lock his hips would thrust forward and he began to twist his shoulders ever so slightly as his leg muscles would tighten unfurl in a graceful push of his leg; for a moment his muscles looked almost animal like as they pistoned up and down. His arms would slide outwards as his world twisted around and he would bring his scythe in front of his body to defend himself from the various pieces of shrapnel which were raining out towards him. In an instant his eyes flowed along the battlefield effortless taking it in all. He saw the shrapnel flying towards him but between the shards of earth’s rain he could see Ashe’s body being consumed by what looked like a thin layer of dust. He watched as it solidified and the expression on her face was frozen and Miumi felt it then as a large blunt rock crashed into his stomach with enough force to knock him back and knocked Miumi’s body off course as he came down to the ground he would crash and suddenly he would cough violently and a thin trickle of blood would begin to ooze from the corner of his lips. He would run his tongue along his lips subconiously in between coughs smearing the crimson liquid over his rosy lips painting them a deep vibrant red. His eyes took in the sudden flash of green and he also noticed that Balthier was shrouded in a faint glimmer of white as the cuts and nicks on his skin would seal shut quicker and the blood began to clot. Larsa’s white magic would cause a crack in the armor and Miumi’s figure slowly rose upwards again and slowly his hands would coil delicately around one another as he would look blankly ahead. A sudden burst of magick energy from Miumi would cause the effect of reverse osmosis and suddenly the moisture in the air began to flow inwards towards Miumi’s petite silhouette. It would spiral around and suddenly take shape of a variety of koi fish that began to swim vibrantly through an orb glowing colors of the impurities captured within before suddenly they would flow towards Miumi’s hands forming a giant koi fish along his arm which he slowly lowered downwards to his knees steadying his arms as suddenly he would fire it like a cannon sending jets of high pressured water outwards but what danced within them was more shocking the fish would explode from the stream on contact their scales hardened from the pressure causing deep gouges along the skin. A slight pivot of Miumi’s hands as suddenly a variety of screeches would fill the air and around Miumi heat was visible as the ground around him steamed and he would look up for a moment his eyes oddly cold despite that sickeningly sweet smile that adorned his face as he would slowly bring his hands up and a variety of sparks would flow freely from his hand taking the form of a pack of wolves which pushed off the ground their tails turning into pure energy as they would ensare the beast. Before Miumi would allow them to methodically place themselves while he would summon the last one forth and place in the middle and suddenly Miumi’s eyes would bat and a snap of his finger would release the energy which would cause a prismatic reaction. “…. Amalia … even if who you are is a lie our friendship and my unwavering loyalty to you is not… I will follow you to the ends of the world my hime.” “ blockquote] Waterga - A strong water spell that deals 20 HP damage to a single target and floods the area, causing 10 HP damage to surrounding enemies [Must know Watera] - 4 post cooldown -35 LP Thundaga - A strong thunder element spell that deals 20 HP damage to a single target and 10 HP damage to surrounding enemies. [Must know Thundera] - 4 post cooldown - 35 LP Runic Focus - Increases the damage dealt by all black magic spells by 30% - Costs 15 LP ‘ Ravage - The damage dealt by Ruin, and Ruinga is doubled and any members in your party that cast black magick get a 10% spell power boost. - Costs 15 LP 20 X 41.25 X 2 = 57.5 damage [health] 65/100 [/health] 3/4 Firaga/Blizzaga 4/4 Wateraga Thundaga “

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