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Supernova
- Joined
- Nov 7, 2009
Just another day in Spira.
Far above, in the blue sky, birds- And terrible razor-winged harpies- soared through the clouds, a bewildering array of native fauna crawled, growled or spat flames...And somewhere else, far, far away, a titanic, invincible behemoth set about on its task of destroying the entire world.
But *that* happened every generation, after all; So hey, no pressure.
Currently, the only hope for the salvation of two worlds was...Dodging lightning bolts on the Thunder Plains? After that, he'd get round to chasing those damn blue butterflies in the depths of the Macalania Wood...And then there were those chocobos to breed-
When asked exactly *when* he was going to work on the whole 'Destroying Sin, and saving the world for good' thing, the party's nominal leader answered, quote, "Eventually." unquote, and went right back to playing a particularly brutal variant of underwater football.
Curiously, by-and-large, the people shrugged and went on with their daily lives. While Spira might be, as stated by a recently re-killed madman, "A sad land, trapped...In a *spiral*. Of DEATH!" the god-spawned abdomination and potential ender of the world certainly wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon...
Of course, while waiting for every last sidequest to be completed, a girl could get very, very bored.
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The city of Luca is the second-largest metropolis in all of Spira. For the purposes of our story, though, it's a particularly important city; It's the trade center of the world, where merchants and people of all stripes mingle, away from the repressive theocracy that grips most of the land. Here, anything and everything is available...For a price, of course.
As befits the 'free trade' zone, the rest of the city has been built entirely to cater to visitors; Blitzball matches, breathtaking underwater- and aerial- views, a variety of exotic restaurants...
-And bars.
There's *always* a bar.
It is, without a doubt, a place a girl could get herself into a *lot* of trouble.
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In the pavilion of a salon in the depths of Luca...
Inside, the place was lit by glow-globes and hanging lanterns, each private booth and dining table surrounded by fluttering drapes of white silk, magnifying the lamplight, creating a creamy, flowing texture like vellum. The twitching brazier light cast a crimson, almost hellish illumination of the pitch-black floor below, creating the eerie sensation of falling through space...
At a corner table, a pale, long-fingered hand curled around the stem of a wineglass, bringing it up to raven-black lips. As she set it back on the glossy black table, Lulu stretched langurously, displaying the curvaceous tightness of her fur-trimmed gown; Beneath the endless array of criss-crossing belts, her long, lissome legs whispered as she crossed them, enticing flashes of creamy thigh flickering through teasing gaps...
Bored
Her wine-dark lips curling in a sultry pout, the lovely sorceress leaned back in her chair with a sigh, the charms that lined her bound hair clinking against her hairpins, in a gentle surussation; She was bored.
Idly, Lulu tapped her long nails together, fingers drumming a gentle tattoo on the obsidian surface; She sighed, a low, throaty sound from her magnificent throat.
This was *not* what she'd in mind. Ever since she'd taken on the duty as Lady Yuna's Guardian, it seemed that the world had become an odd place indeed; They'd left the well-defined rut of the Summoner's Pilgrimage, and were, apparently, breaking entirely new ground...Now, the impetus was to *defeat* Sin, forever, not just seal it away for another generation; And, certain disturbing...revelations...had come to pass, which'd changed things entirely...
It was, she decided, enough to make a girl turn to drink.
Cupping her pointed chin, Lulu gazed absently at her reflection, thinking. Their fearless leader had come to the decision that, with the final confrontation looming, it'd be best if they found the ultimate weapons...More firepower against Sin. (Though for the life of her, she couldn't tell when it'd ceased to be *Lady Yuna's* expedition, and started being the newcomer's.)
That, on paper, was an excellent idea. In reality, though; There'd been an insane number of hoops to jump through- You didn't just need the weapon, you needed an, um, 'Celestial Mirror'. Then a 'Venus Emblem'. And, finally, the damn thing itself. She'd asked to be dropped off here, in Luca- After all, if those could be found anywhere, they'd be found here...Right?
And besides, she had to admit, she *was* looking for a little fun...
A spark of amusement ignited in Lulu's dark eyes, and the sorceress straightened, ever-so-slightly, her bare shoulders rising above her gown's fur trim; She'd sent out word of her interest, and had received a fairly enthusiastic...Let alone overwhelming...response. Maybe, she thought, it was the *way* she'd been asking the questions...
Oh, well. She had time to burn, and a will to pursue this ridiculous sidequest. Who knew? Perhaps something would come out of it, after all...
Far above, in the blue sky, birds- And terrible razor-winged harpies- soared through the clouds, a bewildering array of native fauna crawled, growled or spat flames...And somewhere else, far, far away, a titanic, invincible behemoth set about on its task of destroying the entire world.
But *that* happened every generation, after all; So hey, no pressure.
Currently, the only hope for the salvation of two worlds was...Dodging lightning bolts on the Thunder Plains? After that, he'd get round to chasing those damn blue butterflies in the depths of the Macalania Wood...And then there were those chocobos to breed-
When asked exactly *when* he was going to work on the whole 'Destroying Sin, and saving the world for good' thing, the party's nominal leader answered, quote, "Eventually." unquote, and went right back to playing a particularly brutal variant of underwater football.
Curiously, by-and-large, the people shrugged and went on with their daily lives. While Spira might be, as stated by a recently re-killed madman, "A sad land, trapped...In a *spiral*. Of DEATH!" the god-spawned abdomination and potential ender of the world certainly wasn't going anywhere, anytime soon...
Of course, while waiting for every last sidequest to be completed, a girl could get very, very bored.
*****************
The city of Luca is the second-largest metropolis in all of Spira. For the purposes of our story, though, it's a particularly important city; It's the trade center of the world, where merchants and people of all stripes mingle, away from the repressive theocracy that grips most of the land. Here, anything and everything is available...For a price, of course.
As befits the 'free trade' zone, the rest of the city has been built entirely to cater to visitors; Blitzball matches, breathtaking underwater- and aerial- views, a variety of exotic restaurants...
-And bars.
There's *always* a bar.
It is, without a doubt, a place a girl could get herself into a *lot* of trouble.
*****************
In the pavilion of a salon in the depths of Luca...
Inside, the place was lit by glow-globes and hanging lanterns, each private booth and dining table surrounded by fluttering drapes of white silk, magnifying the lamplight, creating a creamy, flowing texture like vellum. The twitching brazier light cast a crimson, almost hellish illumination of the pitch-black floor below, creating the eerie sensation of falling through space...
At a corner table, a pale, long-fingered hand curled around the stem of a wineglass, bringing it up to raven-black lips. As she set it back on the glossy black table, Lulu stretched langurously, displaying the curvaceous tightness of her fur-trimmed gown; Beneath the endless array of criss-crossing belts, her long, lissome legs whispered as she crossed them, enticing flashes of creamy thigh flickering through teasing gaps...
Bored
Her wine-dark lips curling in a sultry pout, the lovely sorceress leaned back in her chair with a sigh, the charms that lined her bound hair clinking against her hairpins, in a gentle surussation; She was bored.
Idly, Lulu tapped her long nails together, fingers drumming a gentle tattoo on the obsidian surface; She sighed, a low, throaty sound from her magnificent throat.
This was *not* what she'd in mind. Ever since she'd taken on the duty as Lady Yuna's Guardian, it seemed that the world had become an odd place indeed; They'd left the well-defined rut of the Summoner's Pilgrimage, and were, apparently, breaking entirely new ground...Now, the impetus was to *defeat* Sin, forever, not just seal it away for another generation; And, certain disturbing...revelations...had come to pass, which'd changed things entirely...
It was, she decided, enough to make a girl turn to drink.
Cupping her pointed chin, Lulu gazed absently at her reflection, thinking. Their fearless leader had come to the decision that, with the final confrontation looming, it'd be best if they found the ultimate weapons...More firepower against Sin. (Though for the life of her, she couldn't tell when it'd ceased to be *Lady Yuna's* expedition, and started being the newcomer's.)
That, on paper, was an excellent idea. In reality, though; There'd been an insane number of hoops to jump through- You didn't just need the weapon, you needed an, um, 'Celestial Mirror'. Then a 'Venus Emblem'. And, finally, the damn thing itself. She'd asked to be dropped off here, in Luca- After all, if those could be found anywhere, they'd be found here...Right?
And besides, she had to admit, she *was* looking for a little fun...
A spark of amusement ignited in Lulu's dark eyes, and the sorceress straightened, ever-so-slightly, her bare shoulders rising above her gown's fur trim; She'd sent out word of her interest, and had received a fairly enthusiastic...Let alone overwhelming...response. Maybe, she thought, it was the *way* she'd been asking the questions...
Oh, well. She had time to burn, and a will to pursue this ridiculous sidequest. Who knew? Perhaps something would come out of it, after all...