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Welcome to Medietas! Have an interest in joining the game? Maybe you have an old muse that you want to dust off? Or, maybe you're just looking for a place to voice test a brand new character and would like to do so in our little island setting among friends? Well, whatever the reason, this is where you can do that!

You all know what to do but if you don’t, just follow the instructions and HAVE FUN!

How To Play:

→ Comment with the character you’d like to test drive. Don’t forget to add their name and canon in the subject line.
→ Choose a scenario, or start your own!
→ Tag around!

Possible Scenarios:

1. New Arrival: You've just arrived on the island of Medietas, in the city of Aerilon, via a floating boat with people you may or may not know. Of course, you can't help wondering what the heck is going on, or how you even got on the boat in the first place. But as soon as the vessel docks you are greeted by some lovely locals who offer you a map and a communications device before leaving you to your own. You probably have questions and there seems to be a number of people there already who may or may not have those answers. Talk to them! Or, get on the network and introduce yourself!

2. Getting Settled: So, now that you've arrived and wandered around the starter home you've been given, it's time to check out the rest of the islands. There's a market on Aerilon that is full of treasures. Or, you can check out Chapter Six bookstore. Perhaps you wander over to the Mean Princess facility on Mulciber. There is so much to see!

3. Event: Teams are being put together to venture out deep into the islands of Eurus and Mulciber to track and destroy a vicious beast who has been the reason for the disappearances of several island locals. Please help stop the creature before anyone else goes missing!

4. Wild Card: Got something else in mind and want to create your own scenario? Go for it!
sinsrequiem: (how droll...)

Seymour Guado | Final Fantasy X

[personal profile] sinsrequiem 2016-09-22 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
1. The Arrival

How quaint.

[Tearing his gaze away from the tranquil blue skies above, Seymour looks towards the horizon as the airship slowly approaches the docks. This is Aerlion, the fair city that lies upon the floating island of Medietas. Besides its name, Seymour knows nothing of it. The former Maester is nothing more than an 'visitor' to this strange realm, a visitor that is unjustly welcomed by many once the ship docks. Still dressed in the same regal robes he donned prior to his death, the blue haired entity is a sight to behold for all those accustomed to humans.

Seymour certainly appears human enough given his handsome visage but the foreign blood that flows through his veins tell a different story. He's statuesque and proud as he takes his first steps in Aerlion. With his long fingers entwined behind him as he walks, Seymour's confident visage mimics that of a foreign digintary. He seems at ease here, tranquil even, despite the oddity of his sudden arrival. Though, do not be fooled by the placid expression upon his lips. There's confusion to be found in those strange amethyst eyes.

Confusion and perhaps a little bit of fear.]


2. The Markets

[After wandering aimlessly down the many roads of Aerlion, the half-Guado eventually finds himself smack dab in the middle of a sprawling market. Seymour slows in his approach once he ventures near the crowded stalls. Much like the port city of Luca, the markets here are teeming with life. There's people as far as the eyes could see, an endless parade of peasants, merchants and crafter's alike.

Seymour can scarcely focus on anything as he walks through the busy market. The Maester is desperately searching for anything capable of answering his many questions but he sees nothing remotely helpful. He finds himself pauses ever so often once he catches the awkward gaze of others. Every once and while he'll catch the locals stares but never once does he feel a reason to fear them.

Though, he dislikes them all the same.]
Edited 2016-09-22 04:28 (UTC)
wakevegnagun: (Default)

arrival

[personal profile] wakevegnagun 2016-09-22 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
Quaint?

[Shuyin snorts. This guy looks... interesting. There's something about him that rankles the young man though. Something about him that leaves a bad taste in his mouth but also familiar. Lenne had a similarly strange feeling about her when he'd first met the summoner but he'd liked her well enough.]

Reminds me of Bevelle. Ugh.
sinsrequiem: (pure insanity)

[personal profile] sinsrequiem 2016-09-22 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[The comment and the clear disgust laced with those words catch Seymour by surprise even if he doesn't show it. He turns his gaze sharply to the left and instantly goes rigid.

Blonde. Golden blonde hair and a familiar bronze tan to match. This boy looks every bit of that disgusting vermin that cut his life short, the one who not only killed him but stole his 'bride' in the process.

Something akin to hatred churns within Seymour as he turns slowly to face this heretic. The confusion within his peculiar gaze is replaced with familairity but not the welcoming type. There's hate there with those bright amethysts eyes, a hatred so deep that it touches the warmth of Seymour's soul.]


What do you know of Bevelle?

[His reply is frigid much like the rest of him. The former Maester has yet to strike but the muted anger within his voice promisrs he will eventually.]
wakevegnagun: (someone fucked up.)

[personal profile] wakevegnagun 2016-09-22 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[After a moment, Shuyin turns his head and returns the gaze. His eyes are a little colder than his dream counterparts were. He hadn't been exploring Spira as much when Seymour was around but he'd heard of him. It takes a little while for the recognition to set in.]

They're vicious and violent. The only reason our war went on so long was because their machina was more developed than what we had.

[He knows that it became the religious capital of Spira after Yu Yevon went crazy, what other explanation was there for what happened after all, that they hid Vegnangun so deep that some of the Maesters didn't even know about it.

But he did. A part of him still itches to use it.]
sinsrequiem: (a fiendish smirk)

[personal profile] sinsrequiem 2016-09-22 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[His gaze narrows. So this is the man behind the dream. The soul that slept as it dreamt of salvation. How poetic. Seymour owes this man his hatred. His hatred and his utmost disgust.]

You speak as if you were there. [He says coldly with only a hint of intrigue in his tone.] I can tell you're not him from just your words alone.

The malice of the Fayth are known to me.

[He smiles somewhat but it's a humorless one.]

Tell me, did you dream of this? A world so vibrant and pure not yet beseiged by war.
wakevegnagun: (devious.)

[personal profile] wakevegnagun 2016-09-22 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
I was. We all had to fight and those Bevelle bastards killed Lenne. [The only summoner in Zanarkands entire army that he gave a damn about.

He crosses his arms. The Fayth? Did this guy think he was one of them? He'd been killed before the Fayth had been created, before Zanarkand had died. He was sure he even saw a real point to them.]


I'm not one of the Fayth, I didn't dream. [Except to destroy Spira but that was more of a goal than a dream.] And I would dream of Zanarkand winning.
sinsrequiem: by gagazet (but despair ruined him)

[personal profile] sinsrequiem 2016-09-22 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[How else could Seymour possibly rationalize all this? This man looks nearly identical to Tidus in every shape and form. The only difference between them is the bitterness that clings to this man.

That and the untold violence that lurks within that cold gaze.]


Ah, such rancor. You're quite the selfish man. A nameless nightmare that would seek revenge over peace.

[He chuckles quietly.]

What a joke you are.
Edited 2016-09-22 21:27 (UTC)
wakevegnagun: (unsure.)

[personal profile] wakevegnagun 2016-09-22 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
A joke? Really? And selfish? [Actually, if he thinks about his actions over the past thousand years... And before he'd been killed...]

I suppose I always have been a bit selfish. [He gives a half-hearted shrug and shakes his head.] Revenge. It felt so important for so long. A bit beyond me here though. No Vegnagun and I know Lenne wouldn't want it. Destroying Spira doesn't hold the same appeal it did.
sinsrequiem: (a peaceful reprieve)

[personal profile] sinsrequiem 2016-09-22 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Vegnagun?

[Seymour pauses for a nonce.

All mentions of that colossal weapon had been lost to Spiral. There were none who knew of it nevertheless knew of its name. This why Seymour seems utterly lost now in this little conversation. He knows nothing of Vegnagun and in turn is utterly unaware of the evils that lurk beneath St. Bevelle.]


I suppose I should be grateful that your bloodlust has been quelled but you confuse me.
Edited 2016-09-22 22:03 (UTC)
wakevegnagun: (devious.)

[personal profile] wakevegnagun 2016-09-22 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Do I? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, not many people ever knew about Bevelle's secret weapon. Not even when I was alive.

[A grin, almost wolfish. He really needs to let this go but a thousand years of habit and hatred takes awhile to break.] A giant machina weapon. They hid it away because they couldn't control it.

[Couldn't control their own weapon. It actually still makes him laugh a little.]
sinsrequiem: by wickedenough (the future is a bleak one)

[personal profile] sinsrequiem 2016-09-22 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
A giant machina weapon that lies under Bevelle?

[He's literally having trouble wrapping his mind around this supposed truth. Seymour stares at the blonde as if hesitant to believe a word he says.]

A weapon that cannot be controlled lacks a purpose.

[He hums quietly to himself as he contemplates the reason why Vegnagun was crafted by the ancient Bevenites. Surely they meant to use it during the Machina War but what a pointless endeavor it ended up becoming.

A scoff escapes Seymour as he forces himself not to mentally admonish his ancestors.]


Spiral was doomed since the beginning.
wakevegnagun: (someone fucked up.)

[personal profile] wakevegnagun 2016-09-23 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
Lacked purpose for them, anyway. [heh] It's useful if you don't want to control it. Or maybe they were just too weak. Hard to say now. The only reason we lost the war was because something else destroyed Zanarkand, in the end.

[Even with Bevelle's improved machina, Zanarkand kept them at bay with summoners. Better than nothing, at least.]

Was it? [Strange to hear that coming from someone- oh, it hits him then why he has a similar sense that Lenne did.] Didn't think summoners thought like that.
sinsrequiem: (distant memories)

[personal profile] sinsrequiem 2016-09-23 04:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, you found out my secret. [Seymour wondered how long it would take for this wrathful boy to figure him out.] Though, does this mean I should play the role of the pious pilgrim for the sake of a religion that caters to one's suffering?

Hm. I think not. Spira was doomed once humanity came about and no amount of prayer could save it nor...power.

[He takes a moment to ease out of his nihilistic rant for a moment so he could mull through his gloomy thoughts. Seymour does well to mask his emotions from others but sometimes, the feelings breach the surface.]

War, in itself, is such a selfish affair. It's always begins the same, you have something I don't have and therefore I mean to take it from you. I wouldn't be surprised if that was the reason behind the many wars fought. Certainly seems to be a common theme.
Edited 2016-09-23 17:44 (UTC)
wakevegnagun: (someone fucked up.)

[personal profile] wakevegnagun 2016-09-26 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Summoners have a weird feeling around them. Lenne felt the same way. [Except she never acted so intolerably superior. She had been sweet and kind and loving. So much so that even she fought for Zanarkand. And he hated that.]

Isn't that what you people do? Go on your pilgrimages, save the world for a little while for all the little people.

[Shuyin gave a dismissive little shrug.] Don't know why they fought us. They had the better machina, Zanarkand didn't take up space for something else. Guess they were just bigots.
1000memories: PB: YumiCosplay (Moving Forward)

1. The Arrival

[personal profile] 1000memories 2016-09-22 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
[Yuna has found herself accumulating to this new world and new experiance quite easily. A lot has happened and while she misses home she knows that Spira will be fine without her. It feels like, for the first time, everything's fallen into place. She misses those who are gone but she's accepted it and has chosen to never forget them.

Some people she wishes she could forget.

Her steps pause and her mismatched gaze turns to see Seymour rising above the shorter heads in the crowd. For a brief flicker of time she feels herself back in her old frame of mind and in her old position. Her throat dries but she shallows reminding herself sternly that he has no power over her here. She's stronger now, even without her friends beside her, she can stand and fight.

Though Yuna wishes she could unroot her feet from the ground.]
sinsrequiem: by gallades (washing away the sins of all)

[personal profile] sinsrequiem 2016-09-22 03:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[While Seymour is no giant, he does tower above most. He gazes down at the people before him with a passive gaze devoid of any emotion as he passes through the crowd. Many are quick to step out of his path all except for one brunette who stares at him with something akin to fear in her eyes. She is familiar to Seymour, a familiar face that's been eternally etched within his memories.

For a moment, Seymour is actually clueless of the girl's origins. While she looks familiar to him, Seymour can't seem to place her anywhere. The spikeyness of her hair and oddity of her skimpy clothing throws him off a bit. However, it's the girl's bicolored eyes and familiar lips that alerts him of her identity.]


...Yuna. [His voice is quiet but tense. Death hasn't changed him.] My beloved wife.

[His lips curl into a smirk.]
1000memories: PB: YumiCosplay (Look to the Horizon)

[personal profile] 1000memories 2016-09-22 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Her brows furrow and her gaze steels against his words. They aren't married and she'd made sure that the records of the affair were lost when New Yevon was formed. A lot has changed since his timely death.]

I am not your wife.

[She replies in a surprisingly strong tone, the initial effect of seeing Seymour slowly fading with each passing second.]

I am the High Summoner who defeated Sin. For good.

[Yuna might as well tell him.]
sinsrequiem: by wickedenough (awaiting for the end to near)

[personal profile] sinsrequiem 2016-09-22 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[The woman's stern reply does nothing to erase the smirk upon his lips.

Their 'marriage' was just a sham to appease the desperate masses of Spira. He never truly loved her and probably never will. Yuna was nothing more than a pawn for his schemes, a pawn to be used. The people loved her for simply existing. She's the daughter of Lord Braska after all, the champion who used the Final Summon to bring the Calm. Her father's legacy carried her name and nothing else. Seymour had thought to use her fame and namesake to become the savior of their world but all hopes were dashed by this idiotic woman and her many guardians.

Mentioning such, he already noticed that she's alone here in this strange new realm. How peculiar. Whatever happened to that loudmouth boy? The vermin that clung to Yuna's boots doesn't seem to be near.

A pity.]


Ah, true. We never did consummate our union.

[His smirk widens briefly until the crass brunette dared to speak again. It's then that Seymour wears a more impassive expression.]

I beg your pardon? You did...what?
1000memories: PB: YumiCosplay (You called?)

[personal profile] 1000memories 2016-09-22 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yuna stands her ground as she looks up at him, her chin held high. For her, it's been years though it doesn't feel like it's been long enough.]

I defeated Sin and he isn't coming back. The final summoning is gone and the aeon's are finally able to sleep.

[She misses them, her friends, but they are finally able to rest.]

You cannot bring your cycle of death here.

[Yuna won't let him.]
sinsrequiem: (an endless misery)

[personal profile] sinsrequiem 2016-09-22 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Silence is what greets her stern reply. Yuna said far too much yet explained too little as of how she managed to conquer Sin. Seymour simply stands there with his fingers elegantly entwined as he listens with the patience of a saint.

The woman before him now scarcely reminds him of the mild-mannered summoner he once knew. She is loud and gaudy, inelegant and impure. Everything about Yuna offends his sensibilities as he listens to her brag about her victory. To be honest, he's quite off put by her presence but her explanation baffles him.]


The legacy of your father is great but you mean to state you've surpassed even him and countless others?

[There's doubt lingering within his words but his expression remains impassive.]

Without Death there is no Life, Yuna.

[He sighs at her. Surely the so-called High Summoner knows this by now. He feels as if he's speaking with a mere child and not his equal.]

Death is merely the natural order of Life and nothing more. Death could've been our salvation but you sought another road, one that...wasn't an option for many who've came before you.

[There's more that he wishes to say but he doesn't. He has no interest in arguing.]
Edited (Typos) 2016-09-22 21:32 (UTC)
1000memories: PB: YumiCosplay (Come Here)

[personal profile] 1000memories 2016-09-22 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
No, I haven't surpassed him. I will always be my fathers daughter and I'm proud to have him as such.

[There will always be death, even without Sin, but now there is no fear against forces who only seek to kill. Now children have the chance to grow and people have the chance to fall in love. Death will come but it's the life people live before that which matters.]

He and so many others fought bravely. Their lives were given and it's because of them and all of my friends that we've stopped the cycle. Nothing that lasts can be accomplished alone. [She's nothing without her friends and even now they remain close to her heart.]
sinsrequiem: (a peaceful reprieve)

[personal profile] sinsrequiem 2016-09-23 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
You're fortunate to have such admiration for your sire.

[The bitterness in his tone isn't truly meant for Yuna. It's meant for that bastard he stabbed in the back for the sake of wealth and fame. Seymour has no love for his father even now.]

The sacred bond between a father and their child is a noble thing to behold. I almost envy you.

[There's a slither of honesty in his words.]

Ah, yes. You do have many who you deem as friends by your side. Maybe your accomplishments belongs to them and your ability to befriend those like-minded to yourself.
Edited 2016-09-23 17:45 (UTC)