Chris Ganale

Hmm, that's what I figured. Maybe we can tele to each other now since we both can fly in all of 3.0.

Not sure what's up with that. Just looked at mine and it still has Karu's name on it. The problem that I'm aware of with them is that they haven't allowed you to tele to your partner since 3.0 came out.

I thought I heard it said they would require 2.0 but not 3.0 for it? I dunno I didn't actually watch it and get all my information second-hand.

Breathing heavily, Chao hunkered down in the shadow of a ceruleum storage tank in what she perceived to be a far corner of the amalgamated cityscape of her mind. After reviving once more following the underhanded use of Satomi's image, she had engaged The Other--as she had taken to calling it--at least a dozen more times. Her ability to fight it had grown, but every time, she still fell victim to its relentless onslaught and cheating ability to recover from whatever she did to it. Clearly, it was not to be through battle that she would secure her escape. She had lucked out moments ago, with The Other having assumed the form of Grundy and using the roegadyn's size and skill with the axe to trap her in an alley where her speed would avail her little. She'd taken a gamble and thrown a sleep spell at the armored behemoth. It had paid off spectacularly, slumping over the impostor of Satomi's friend and sometime-bodyguard in mid-strike, allowing her to escape via a series of long-range shundos. She held no illusion that she'd be able to escape for long, but even the slightest reprieve was welcome. Time within her mindscape was a different beast than it was in the real world, but she estimated that she had now been engaged in continuous combat for over one hundred 'mental' hours...and had died no less than twenty times. Reaching up, she mopped a sheen of sweat from her forehead and shook the moisture from her palm, scanning the area around her. She had taken several zig-zagging and circuitous pathways to get to where she was, and backed herself into a corner with only one real entryway while still leaving herself the option of a vertical exit. She had no doubts in her mind, however, that The Other could or would simply come through a wall to get her. Despite the false cityscape being entirely empty, there still existed an ambiance that suggested a life to the city. It was because of these illusory sounds of false life that she didn't realize she had company until it was quite literally breathing down her neck. She looked up to find a huge, horned, reptilian creature perched on the ceruleum tank above her. As soon as she noticed it, the thing leaped down to block her from an escape by foot, stalking before her on all fours like a wolf on the hunt. Burning embers dripped from its maw where a normal creature might have drooled saliva, and the temperature shot up by over a dozen degrees. "What a curious creature thou art," it spoke, its mouth moving despite not looking capable of sentient speech. "Thy soul is scorched by flame, yet it is self-inflicted. Thou hast the potential to be of use, if thou could but overcome this trial." Standing up, Chao eased into a ready stance, tracking its every move with her eyes. "Never have I heard of an eikon accosting someone not enslaved to them in their dreams," she tersely responded. "But your penchant for brute force and domination is wasted here, Lord of the Inferno." Sarcasm dripped from her enunciation of Ifrit's title. "Return to the aether and your little schemes in the desert; there are more pressing intellectual matters for me to deal with here." The fire primal halted its pacing to turn toward her and unleash a furious roar. Along with it, an explosion of flame engulfed and blew past her, but at the very least, she was completely safe from tempering in this environment. "Thou art not lacking the resolution to thy self-inflicted trial," Ifrit roared. "What thou lacks is the strength necessary to succeed." Emboldened by the general inability of Ifrit to harm her--what could it, after all, do to her that The Other had already not--she smirked and planted her fists on her hips. "It should be abundantly clear by now that mere strength alone is insufficient for overcoming this trial. But then, as far as primals go, you don't seem to have been burdened with an overabundance of sense." Letting out a low, threatening growl of irritation, Ifrit slammed its palm to the ground, causing another burst of flame to spread out from around the primal. "Thy soul has been marked with flame, and thou shalt bend thy knee before me. It matters little whether thou succeed or fail here, for my Tempered already come to collect thee, drawn to the sulfurous stench of thy soul. A bloody fate awaits all who oppose my will." The primal gestured behind her with a taloned hand, and she glanced back to see that the landscape had changed; the ceruleum tanks replaced with the Vylbrand Academy, the entire building engulfed in flame. Amalj'aa standards had been raised at the yard's entrance, and she saw the corpses of several of her friends fallen--and burned nearly beyond recognition--where they had been slain. Several other still-living members, most notably Satomi and Grundy, were being led away in chains, an altogether worse fate clearly awaiting them. Hot rage flooded through Chao's body at the vision of the Academy's destruction. While The Other had gone well out of its way to mess with her head, it had been possessed of a certain honesty in that it had never threatened any actual people. Ifrit, on the other hand, had made a bold declaration that it fully intended to destroy Vylbrand Academy in pursuit of her. Her head snapped up, the scene of carnage freezing in time before her eyes. She lifted her hands to her waist and willed the dreamscape to bend to her desire the same way that Ifrit and The Other had, the battered and beaten prototype battlesuit changing into a far more powerful, up-armored and streamlined combat armor; her ideal of the pinnacle of her powered assault armor design. She turned back toward the primal, her piercing gaze evident even through the Allagan-inspired visor covering her eyes. With a gesture of her hand, a darkened field of aether pinned Ifrit in place; Allagan gravity manipulation technology at its finest. She condensed and directed all of her magic energy and ki into a pair of orbs centered in the palms of her hands, then slammed her them together and wreathed her left arm in that virulent power, focusing it down into her fist. Sprinting the short distance separating herself from Ifrit, she charged into--and through--the primal. The charged power of her attack burst into a huge pillar of light, shredding through the primal's form. She skidded to a halt several paces on the other side of the collapsing creature, dropping into a ready stance, but this dream form of Ifrit was clearly finished. Disturbingly, even as it disintegrated, the primal appeared to be leering at her tauntingly, smug in some measure of self-assured confidence that it still held the advantage in their dealings. She waited, watching as it dissipated into aether, before relaxing and stepping up out of her stance. And then it was as if the entire world exploded around her.

Finally prized the High Allagan chest from that damnable transgender transdragon.

In fairness, Loki's scepter didn't work on Tony because the arc reactor in Tony's chest blocked it from having a direct physical access to his heart. So apparently, whatever metal Tony's arc reactor is made out of blocks Chitauri magic. \o/

Chao is left-handed, Yuuna is ambidextrous, and all my rest are right-handed as I am. It's interesting to hear so many people saying that your dominant hand isn't typically the one for doing most of your motor skills, as in my experience I've done very nearly everything with my strong hand; writing, punching, feeding myself, et al. My left hand is more used for stabilizing things I'm carrying and the like, and I've carried that over with Chao only in reverse; she writes left-handed, makes most of her gestures left-handed, leans her left side ever so slightly more forward. Most of her kicks come from the right though, but that's because she favors sweeping kicks with a lot of from-the-back power and leads with her left side forward.

Uhh, October 17 is a Saturday...

Seems pretty legit to me, and doesn't sound similar to any characters I've ever heard of. The Two Face-esque chance of fate decision making sounds pretty awesome.

Having had a sub expire on me, they expire at 2 AM PDT. It shat out on me literally in the middle of RPing as Chao getting a chocobo ride somewhere. No, that's not a euphemism.

Were it only not today. This is definitely something that either Yuuna or Seno would come snoop. But alas, today I have D&D. u.u

Good question.

-Looks sideways at the two screens he just posted of Ganale and Chao at the Faire- (Having only done them so far)

Don't worry guys, Chao will keep the courtesan safe. Pirates? Ganale don't give a fuck. He ain't even gonna put on armor.

-Looks at calendar, looks at clock conversion- Done. Now to pick who to send.

Shit, for jousting I may even pitch Tahz in as a bonus.

If you say so, lol.

Hmm, decisions decisions on which of three characters to send to this..

Chao jolted as though waking from a nightmare, but it was not the comforting dimness of Satomi's lab that she found herself in, or even the clinical lighting of the Academy's infirmary. She was still in that bleak, white-washed dreamscape of her mind. Directly ahead in her field of vision, she saw herself impaled on the dark creature's magitek sword, the very vision of her death. Yet even as she looked on, the sight began to fade, growing dimmer to view even as it was burned permanently into her memory. "Here in Phantasmagoria," the shadowy figure's voice came from behind her, "you cannot rest, cannot flee, cannot hide. Even the mercy of death's embrace is denied you here. So long as you have the strength of will to endure death in your mind again and again, you will continue to revive until the death of your very soul. You are renowned for your iron will, Reclaimer. How long will it take for you to break, I wonder?" Chao spun to strike at the shadowy being as soon as it began to speak, flame trailing from the edges of her boot. Her kick connected with empty air, evaded with contemptuous ease by the creature disappearing from where it had been and reappearing in the exact same instant a dozen fulms away, its very posture indicating disappointment as it didn't even break its monologue. "Can you do no better, Reclaimer?" it taunted. "With your limitless potential before you, your mind is still fettered so?" Not answering, she opened her hands, small flames flickering to life in each of her palms. With a muttered intonation of "Captus Flammeus," she snapped her left arm toward the creature, ropes of flame shooting from the flame in her palm. As before, it faded from view, but this time, she closed her eyes, stretched out her senses, and allowed instinct to guide her movements into snapping her right arm up and to the right. She opened her eyes and was rewarded with the sight of the being writhing within the magical bindings. A feral grin spread across her face. "You may be a product of my memories of everyone I've ever known, but this is still my mind, and my capabilities are only limited by my imagination!" She twisted her hand around the flaming garrote, reaching forward with her left hand to pluck the rope of flame like the chord of an instrument, sending a surge of energy through it and into the creature. Within only moments, however, it burst free from the binding ropes, scattering them as embers on the wind. "Now at least you have some semblance of a hope at survival," it told her. It raised both hands to the sky, an unseen wind howling around it. "Only one question remains: Will that flickering ember unleash a resurgent inferno, or will it be extinguished here and now?" Chao sensed a surge of aether from beneath her and leaped to the side as it flung its arms outward, barely avoiding a pillar of dark flame that erupted where she had been. The air around her warped and shimmered, and it took her a moment to realize that the flame pillar had little to do with it. The very environment itself shifted; where before they had been on a featureless white plain, now they stood in a vast cityscape that seemed to combine the aesthetics of Ul'dah, Limsa Lominsa, her home in Doma, and several Garlean castrums. She had little time to sightsee, however, as the creature was coming at her again in the guise of Imogene and her magitek sword. Standing her ground once more, Chao swung her left arm forward to meet the strike. In a flash of light and energy, the magitek sword was stopped by a blade of energized aether, projected from the metal hilt that had appeared in Chao's hand. Here, in the innermost depths of her mind, the magitek genius could will all of her conceptualized weapons and equipment into reality. The shade realized this as well, looking past her at the four magitek funnels looming up behind her. It leaped away to break contact, raising its shield as all four opened fire. Evading the first three of the thick red chemical lasers, it was forced to take the fourth on its shield, the magitek construction being the only thing that allowed it to survive such a powerful laser. Even so, there was no way it would hold up to a sustained barrage. The creature retreated rapidly, seeking to gain distance in order to have a better reaction time to the extremely-rapid muzzle velocity of the lasers. The funnels pursued it doggedly, twisting and spiraling through the air as they filled the space with red blasts of energy from all directions. One such beam caught the magitek sword halfway up its length, slagging the upper half of the weapon. Chao tensed her body, exploding forward into a shundo that left cracked cobblestone in her wake. The creature turned to react to her attack, but a timely attack by one of her funnels forced it to divert its attention to shield from the laser, allowing her the opportunity to sever its shield arm with her energy sword. Giving it no time to recover, she spun to add momentum to her side kick, launching it away in time for another funnel to burn away a significant chunk of its torso. Nearly a dozen fulms away, the shadowy being halted its forward momentum and righted itself in a single movement, dispersing its kinetic energy in a spherical burst of energy around itself. It was already reforming itself from the extensive damage it had taken, its countenance shifting again. She didn't immediately recognize its newly-armored form, but the appearance of a magitek warhammer in its hand swiftly removed all doubt from her mind as to its identity. Shifting her energy sword into a reverse-handed grip, she charged at the shade of Nero tol Scaeva; the frumentarii was an old nemesis from her days in Garlean employ, harshly critiquing her works and always suspect--rightfully--of her loyalties to the Empire. As she advanced, her funnels fired ahead of her in an effort to pin the Garlean down. However, Nero's armor, both its hard angles and its construction material, offered better protection than Imogene's had, and even the agility with which it wielded the warhammer allowed it to parry aside some of the laser blasts. Contrary to Nero's personality, and thereby clearly attempting to unsettle her, the shadowy being said nothing as it surged forward to meet her charge, energy emanating from the head of the warhammer. Drawing her blade back for the contact, Chao felt a sudden flash of unknown foresight: she did not want to try to block that hammer or be anywhere near where it hit. Slamming both feet to the ground, she leaned her weight to the right and executed an embarrassingly-sloppy shundo half a dozen yalms away. The awkward shift in momentum caused her to trip in mid-action, sprawling to the ground and barely managing not to stab herself with her beam sword. Her landing positioning gave her a front-row seat to the imminent impact of Nero's weapon, but far beyond it, a sudden motion drew her eye toward what looked to be a reptilian tail rapidly vanishing behind the corner of a building. The magitek hammer struck the ground and released a tremendous blast of energy, rippling the air around it. She knew that such an energy pulse would have liquefied her had she been caught in it, and was suddenly grateful for whatever intuition had prevented her from meeting it head-on. There was no time for further consideration, however; the shadowy being was overextended and vulnerable from that hammer strike, and she had to capitalize on its weakness immediately. She launched herself from the ground, taking a normal grip on the energy sword and pointing its tip directly at the creature's heart. It made no attempt to evade or block, turning fully to face Chao as its form shifted again with a speed that caught her off-guard. This time, unlike the others so far, it assumed a complete form, in full color. The magitek genius found herself hurtling full-speed at Satomi, and the look of fear and confusion in the hyuran scientist's eyes caused instinct to override intent. Chao shifted to the right, missing the doppelganger of Satomi by so near a margin that one braid was burned away by the superheated blade. She heard a metallic click, and looked over her shoulder to find herself staring down a rifled barrel, the sadistic grinning visage of Satomi beyond. The shadowy being chuckled in the hyur's voice--and only Satomi's voice--before it quipped, "Compassion is a weakness, and a luxury you can ill afford, Lingshen." The flash from within the muzzle overwhelmed her vision with light.

Though your soul is weighed heavy with sorrow, and each step feels more difficult than the last, let the convictions of the fallen serve as your strength, guiding you forward as you lift your gaze into the heavens. The burdens you bear may seem as though they'll bury you, but continue forward, and you will find others to help shoulder the load. Though you labor in darkness, protect close the flickering light of hope, for you bear the hopes and dreams of Eorzea in your hands. But do not falter, for you can find allies all around you, and it will seem as though no time at all before you once more bear aloft your shining torch. Step forward into the snows, brave adventurer, and stand shoulder to shoulder with the legions of we, your fellows, your comrades-in-arms. Together, we shall push back the darkness, and bring the dawn to Eorzea once more. [align=center][/align]

[video=youtube] I was already hype as fuck for it, but yesterday I learned that my favorite VA of all time has a major role in the game.

Ganale does his mining day job, or sleeps. Tahz either does his part-time postman job, loafs about with J'karu, or practices with his lance; he's got to be as bad ass as all those DRG he saw at the Steps of Faith. Chao sleeps, studies magic, or--more often--tweaks and upgrades either her powered armor or her battle robot.

I didn't read the whole thread yet so I may have missed things, but I doubt the miqo'te, at least, are the result of Allagan genetic fuckery, as they came from Meracydia and were "fleeing their ravaged homeland", ie, the place the Allagans were busy kicking over.

The Sohm Al spear is also the same model as the Gold Saucer one.