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 Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 9:11 pm
 Location: Zanarkand- Tavern
Felyn shook his head. "Oh nothing of that sort m'lord. I was just wondering, what might you be doing here? Aren't you tired from practice? And weren't you speaking to Lillian?" He was determined to unmask the fraud. "But, I'm sorry I seem rude, its just..." He sighed a little sadly. "You were quite a little rude to me. Don't you remember?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 9:15 pm
 Location: Zanarkand - The Tavern!
Ornias nearly choked on his drink and coughed slightly. Uh-oh. He had finally encountered someone that knew his brother. "Uh...no! I'm not tired from practice! Not at all! In fact, being here with my friend," he said pointing to Mujan. "Makes me relaxed. I've known Lillian since I was a child. I'm making sure she is doing well. She is my...uh...closest friend. But since she joined the, uhm, Order, I feel as if we've begun to ah..." Ornias scratched the back of his head. "Feel distant! Yeah! Distant!"
He titled his head. "Oh dear. How unlike me!! Please, let me make it up to you!"
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I Believe In Your Victory
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 9:33 pm
 Location: TAAVVEERRN
Mujan downed her drink as the man talked, becoming even more nervous of being caught. She smiled and waved nervously as Ornias pointed to her, and then she snuck off into the busiest section of the tavern where she did what she always did when she was worried about potential money problems, she stole. As Ornias was occupied by the man, she must have grabbed the gil pouches of four men before sneaking back.
She then took advantage of the barkeep still thinking what he did, and she ordered an entire bottle of Nog in case they had to scram.
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Posted: Wed Oct 28, 2009 11:50 pm
Location: Bevelle, Temple - Ifrit  Sariel rushed up behind Ifrit as it hit Viktor, using armor break again. This time, the attack was successful, making the aeon yell in pain. A sadistic smirk came across his face. Ah, this was the sound he was longing to hear! As the aeon jumped again, to be further back, Sariel glanced at Viktor. "We'll just have to take it by surprise. You okay?" he asked, before watching the fire creature. True to its element, Ifrit began to use a fire spell...
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 3:38 am
Location: Zanarkand - Behind Blitzball Stadium The apparition couldn't stop grinning, but it was perhaps for the best that the cute little white mage was unable to see it. Yoji knew he had gotten under skin, which wasn't really hard for a former assassin like him to do to people. Even when he had a sense of control over his 'host', he could still feel Balthazar...rather...Bahamut's emotions and Yoji knew his actions towards Lillian displeased the blitzer greatly.
"Ha ha ha, well, maybe you and I can be on better speaking terms once the boy has cooled you down and given you reason to tolerate me. At least until your pilgrimage is over anyway." Yoji said with a wink. "So don't worry your pretty little head off my dear. And don't miss me too much either."With a laugh, Yoji brought a fist in front of his face and a dark cloud swirled around him. The cloud blanketed him completely, but when it cleared Bahamut stood there standing. The man looked upon his best friend with apologetic eyes.
"Lilly...I...I'm...."
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 4:16 am
 Location: Zanarkand - Behind Blitzball Stadium
After a long and interesting scrimmage against some potential additions to the Zanarkand Abes, Shuyin was the first to jump into the locker room showers and was ready to head out of the stadium to meet up with Lenne, but the boys held him back so they could talk strategy for their next big tournament.
Strategy. Right. Their idea of a strategy-discussion was a 5-minute session of 'lets pretend we can talk seriously without Coach around' followed by several games of wrestling in the Players' Lounge. Shuyin didn't mind though. As much as he loved Lenne, he knew that camaraderie with his teammates boosts morale, which leads to better chances at winning games. If he was going to be seen as the leader, he knew he had to act like one, especially when he didn't want to.
After what seemed like a good hour of horse-playing around with the guys, Coach walked in and threw the door wide open, "Who the hell jacked up my doorknob?! You knuckleheads better speak up or it's laps til the end of days for ya!"
The roughhousing and playful banter vanished into awkward silence. It was Shuyin who cleared his throat and spoke up first, "Sorry, sir, don't know what you're talking about. All of us have been here this whole time. I swear it." Several of the guys nodded and made gestures to support Shuyin's claim.
Coach crossed his arms over his chest and grunted, "Where's your buddy, Shuyin? Can't be no dynamic duo if there's only one of ya."
"Oh, Balthazar?" Shuyin looked around, not seeing his fellow teammate, "You're right, sir. I saw him earlier talking to some woman in white, but nothing of him since."
Coach sighed almost out of nostalgia as much as annoyance, "You boys and yer ragin' hormones, I swear. Well, speaking of the lad, I just got news from a sphere sent by Wantz that his prodigal brother, Ornias, is back in town stirrin' up mischief at the tavern. Mind looking for him and passing on the word?"
Shuyin snapped to a crisp attention and nodded, "Yes, sir!"
Coach muttered and grumbled to himself more about the broken doorknob as he left the Lounge. Once gone, there was a collective sigh from everyone in the room, including Shuyin. "Damn that kid, why do I have to play messenger anyway?" Shuyin had a habit of calling his blitzing partner-in-crime "kid" even though they weren't too far apart in age. In Shuyin's eyes, the guy who dared to call himself Bahamut still had a ways to go before reaching his caliber in the world of professional blitzball.
After some serious chatter occurred, Shuyin finally got his things together and made his way out the backdoor to look for Balthazar. To Shuyin's relief, he didn't have to look too far. There was the woman in white, staring at Balthazar like she had just seen a ghost. Just what was going on?
Shuyin cleared his throat, "Sorry to interrupt, but Bal...you gotta get to the tavern. Coach was saying your brother is out pretending to be you again."
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 4:28 am
 Location: Zanarkand - Behind Blitzball Stadium
Bahamut's thoughts and worries over how Lillian must be feeling about seeing Yoji for the first time made him anxious, but that quickly dissipated when Shuyin arrived to break the news about his twin brother. When Shuyin finished, Bahamut clenched a fist tightly and shook.
"He kicks his own a** outta the house and disappears to who knows where....just to come back and play childish games again? That stupid sonuvashoopuf..." Bahamut threw in more expletives before finally taking a deep breath and shook his head, "I'll go deal with my worthless excuse for a brother."
Bahamut looked over at Lillian and his face lit up again, "Oh, I'm sorry. Lillian, this is Shuyin. Team Captain of the Zanarkand Abes and the league's MVP star for the past seven consecutive seasons. Shu-man, this is Lillian. A longtime friend of mine. We all went to the same children's school together, but you were in the older class."
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 4:38 am
 Location: Zanarkand - Yevon's Home
After Zaon carefully closed the door to the study room and made sure that the servant had not stuck around to get nosey, he quickly went up to Yunalesca and embraced her fiercely. It felt good to be in her presence again, let alone being able to hold her. Zaon didn't care if even Yevon himself barged in at that very moment, though he could feel a constant voice in the back of his head praying that he won't have to see the man anytime soon.
"The news...the negotiations...they're all turning bad, aren't they? Why does Bevelle wish for this war, mi'lady? Don't they know that it won't solve anything?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 8:59 pm
Location: Zanarkand, Behind the Blitzball Stadium  Lillian's face had been pale up to the point of Yoji leaving. But just as color was returning, her face went overboard and turned crimson, seeing the Abe's star player come out to talk to Baja. She bowed to Shuyin. "Pleasure to meet you," she said before standing up straight again. It wasn't exactly every day that someone saw a big celebrity. Though, she did manage to not stutter too badly. She returned her gaze to Bahamut, she was pretty angry with him, but she couldn't just start yelling at him with Shuyin there. "Do...you think you should tell him?" she asked Bahamut. She meant about his possibly, probably, being a guardian. Though, she was really wanting to leave too. If for nothing else, speak her mind to him about what just happened prior to Shuyin's arrival.
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 9:31 pm
Location: Zanarkand, Yevon's Home  Yunalesca almost protested being pulled up from her chair, but after finding herself in Zaon's embrace she couldn't help but sigh in contentment and just enjoy being in his arms. If she were to die here and now, she would die happy. The woman grimaced a bit as her lower alto voice started to sound when she spoke. "Yes, they've made quite steep demands out of us, but they're so ridiculous I'm not sure why they're even bothering. You can see the greed and warlust in their very faces, and...Yevon will never bow to such requests as those that have been made." The demands Bevelle had made were truly astounding, all to leave Zanarkand alone. "They asked for 75% of Zanarkand's yearly income, any advances of technology we might discover, 50% of our summoners to protect Bevelle, and ownership of the Abes. They may as well just call them terms of surrender."
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Posted: Thu Oct 29, 2009 10:17 pm
 Location: Zanarkand Lenne’s Home
She knew he had practice, and because of so never bothered to really wait for him, until after an hour or two had passed. After so then the scolding would begin. Scolding? What a joke, more like a pout of the lips, a turn of the head, hands on hips and a quick “humph” was all it took for Shuyin to respond with that signature smile of his, that charmed the ladies still. Mischief in his eyes soon followed after that little charm of a grin and all would be forgiven, just like that.
Then again…the two understood the tasks that lay before them. Lenne too was busy with new songs, new material and the likes of what was to be followed and expected with being a songstress, Shuyin understood that. So in return she understood the duties of what was to be of being a Team Leader, to the best of the best as well. He truly was a great leader too, every time she watched the game, she could see the morale that he would boost by staying behind just to talk to his team mates, those extra times he stayed behind, they paid off.
In response to understanding, Lenne would show by supporting him and the boys at their matches. She would always cheer them on, every game she would shout, and jump with true authentic joy to see them cream the other team. Letting out a satisfied sigh, as she thinks about the upcoming game, Lenne proceeded then to play a few keys upon the piano, her hands trailed pressing down a few keys releasing a tune that slowly became the beginning of a song. Her large brown eyes now and then looked up from the window behind the large instrument in front of her, always looking ready to greet him at the door.
Though Lenne told herself she didn’t wait, and she told Shuyin for his sake, she didn’t wait for him. Face it, Lenne always waited. Her thoughts and eyes slowly trailed away though from the window, and straight to where her fingers continued to glide against the sleek design. The melody was now expanding, tunes retraced, a stop here and a pause there. But the song itself was beginning to emerge from it all.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 6:11 pm
Location: Zanarkand- Tavern
Felyn only smiled and shook his head. "Oh there is no need 'Bahamut.' After all, buying rounds for everyone is certainly more than enough!" He said with a smirk, certain that the messenger had given the message to the appropriate party.
He watched as the fraud continued consuming alcohol, quite certain it was working its magic on him. "Say, Bahamut, what the was the name of your friend again?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 6:15 pm
Location: Zanarkand - Leaving The Tavern to go play some DRUKEN BLITZBALL!!
Ornias frowned. His name wasn't Bahamut! "My name ishn't Bahamut!" He slurred, already becoming tipsy with each passing drink. "Itsh Anima...." He hiccuped. "Hows can you confuse me with *hic* him?" Ornias chuckled. "Ahahaha....c'mon Muuuujan! Lets go plays some blitzhball....." He slid off the stool and stumbled out the door.
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Posted: Sun Nov 01, 2009 6:31 pm
Location: Gettin' away from the tavern
Mujan stared wide-eyed at Ornias. While she had drunken quite a lot by that point, she still had her head. "Annie! You've ruined everything!" She stumbled after him, the stolen gil chinging in her pouches and the liquor sloshing in her bottle as she left the tavern.
She playfully punched him on the back before grabbing his hands to start running.
"You gave us away! You're lucky I prepared for this, so at least we'll having something, but not if we get caught so come on!"
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I Believe In Your Victory
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Posted: Wed Nov 04, 2009 8:44 pm
Location: Zanarkand - Almost near the Stadium. DRUKEN BLITZBALL!! ALRIGHT!! WOOO!!!
Ornias hiccuped again. "I did?" He slurred somewhat. "I'm sworry. I *hic* tend to mess things up *hic* more when I'm a drunk. Heheheheeeee...." He said, stumbling and laughing a little oddly. "But I don't think the man card." He slurred, mispronouncing 'cared', stumbling a little again.
"The stadium ish around here somewhere...." Ornias said, stumbling a little backwards. "Hehehe...this is going to be fun."
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