((Following written in Centran ( Read more... )

Those that can feel kitten paws on thier minds/sheilds ( Read more... )

I have no clue why my head is trying to implode but the mere *thought* of casting or Drawing at the moment is enough to make me slightly nausous ( Read more... )

I found this in the pocket of my coat and started to read through it, hoping it would answer some questions ( Read more... )

((The following written in Old Centran ( Read more... )

Okay, for those interested in what the hell is going on with Squall's head:

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So the availability of spells is limited not only by my ability to draw and store them, but by the capacity of the vessel to provide ( Read more... )

Alex
Sephiroth/Shade
Zack
Cloud
Quisty
Zell
Loz
Doctor Schentz
Vincent
Remy
Kadaj/whatever his name is
The little blond kid
The littler pink haired kid
Everyone else

(spare the head talker girl, saved for last)

//So, Heart. What are you planning now? You’re back to being useless.//

No. They need me to lead my team. I am needed to defend Alex.//The Hyne Bitch. Who has not one but two other Knights. Maybe more if you took the time to look. And your pride, which is being assimilated into the other pride, it’s members more then able to care for themselves. ( Read more... )

He waited till they were out of his head and then settled into a crouch in a corner. Alone inside he finished the patch work and watched the spheres begin meshing.

Satisfied that finally, everything was working properly, he headed for the tower.

Quez, gaurd the outer gates please? Let in known allies or bonded if you want to. The tower had it's ( Read more... )