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[FFBE] Entering the Arena
“That’s right kupo,” the moogle answered, standing beside the arena crystal.
  Rain wasn’t sure that he was ready to meet a “Version of themselves from another reality, kupo”. The Farplane itself was already a lot to take in, and this was something more out there than a “space that exists between worlds, kupo”.
“I am not certain that we have time for such dalliances,” Lasswell predictably interrupted his considerations, “This sounds like the kind of thing that could take up a considerable amount of our time, were we to let ourselves be distracted so.”
“Actually,” the little moogle chimed in response, “You couldn’t, even if you wanted to, kupo!”
“Please explain,” Lasswell replied, drawing a small smile from Rain.
  He knew that Lass had the right of things, they were investigating what could potentially be a danger of catastrophic proportions..
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  I was born with stories in the eaves and grew up surrounded by tales, peeking out from the threshold between sight and peripheral. My first words were burdened with the weight of narratives that to this day I struggle to bear. From the moment I scrawled my first squiggly line, the ledger of unwritten legends has grown a mythology all its own, daunting adventurers and scribes alike. I've tried to tame the tomes of trouble touched tarriers, and a little ration of lore was all I could muster. The aroma of arias provided balm to my withered words, and loud was the sound of silence on the featureless reams, both digital and pulp. Unwritten are the records unreported, and I welcome the stanzas therein.
  What is a Writer that does not write? The answer taunts from the empty page and eludes chroniclers and part time poets. What is a Writer that does not write? A failure that succeeds by definition who's success is measured by emptiness. I live to fail, and fail to succeed, for I a
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[FFBE] 'You have my shield... apparently...'
    "So this is intended to be me then?" Charlotte asked as she walked around the summoned vision standing before her.
    "Only if you ever learn to relax a little," the vision responded in her voice.
    "Can you forbid it to speak?" Charlotte responded with a frown at the vision's snark as Rain chuckled nearby.
    "I have not managed such a feat," Lasswell responded, his brow a reflection of Charlotte's, evoking another round of poorly contained laughter from Rain.
    "Oh please," the vision replied, "the only thing keeping you from snarking as freely is the presence of sir-"
    "THAT IS ENOUGH!" Charlotte shouted, slapping her hand to the vision's mouth in the process, bringing Rain to a rolling unrestrained laughter.
    "Unfortunately," Lasswell looked away, his face acquiring a light crimson hue, "your vision is rather free with he
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Look Answers!
Look Down! Look Down!
I've answered your Questions.
Look Down! Look Down!
And read the Description.
The Art, Is Done.
I won't draw any More!
Look Down! Look Down!
That's what the text is For.
Now when, you Choose,
The Beaver or the Bear!
Look Down! Look Down!
You get them as a Pair.
It's Hard, I Know,
To choose your favorite one!
Look Down! Look Down!
This process should be fun.
You get what you See! Direct from Me. Body and Bust!
Now let's see request 10642, You're next in line, and your time is now,
Let's see what you want...
Please, do a custom.
No! Adoption means you get the pet as it is, the way it is.
I am no artist.
You're on this site!
I come here just to browse.
My artist skills are next to none, and I can not draw.
You draw or not, that's not all the adoptables are for.
I know the owning of these unique pets, I just... thought I'd ask.
Why do you waste my time, did you even read all the post, hmmm... 10642?
My name is Turn KeyLegs.
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[FFBE] Olderion - End 'Lies and Love'
"Not all that is gone, is lost," his bereaved sister in law whispered to herself as she traced the inscription on Elle's pendent. Embracing her once more before exiting the house, Nichol left her to mourn in peace, and was surprised to see the group of outsiders waiting for him. Clenching his fist he strode over to Rain and snapped, "Why did you lie to her!?"
A look of surprise crossed the knight's face as he responded, "Why did I what?"
"Do not play coy with me summoner! You told her that you could only call forth Elle's spirit for a moment!" he shouted in a low whisper, not wanting to attract Arsha's attention from inside, "But I have travelled with you long enough to know better! Once summoned, it is almost impossible to discern a Vision from a living person, and it is rare that we travel without the company of a small multitude of visions at our side."
"It's not..." Nichol could not read the expression on Rain's face, "It's different with Elle," he said simply.
"Different be
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Hated Protagonist
Wheee... he was probably thinking as he jumped like a flea from one hill giant to the next, his improvised metal slab hacking at them like a butter knife used on perfectly prepared bird. Try as they might, the hill giants just couldn’t crush his incredibly thick skull in their attempts at stopping him from serrating the beautiful garments that adorned their hides.
  The garments were woven of the finest silver sheep thread ever bred on this or any continent. Each animal chosen with an almost precognitive brilliance when it came to selecting only the finest fleece to be spun for the thread. This almost impossibly perfect thread was then woven into the house crest of what was probably the most prestigious lord that has ever graced the mudhole of a continent the flea bounce prince was fighting to ruin.
  Standing there, heaving as if he’d managed to perform some great feat, the bloody prince seemed to be too lost in the mess he was making of the oute
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Gilgamesh vs Deadpool
The two warriors find themselves standing in a barren field. Gilgy crashing down from just above screen, and DeadP wandering on from just "Off Camera".
GREG: Aha! I see you've brought me a sword. Unfortunately I only take weapons from the greatest warriors. I'm sure you understand. Thanks for the thought though.
WADE: Oh... yeah, you wouldn't want a weapon that's been touched by Death herself anyway.
GREG: His Self.
WADE: Oh it's a her. And she's definitely touched my sword... if you know what I mean, Wink Wink.
GREG: Wade! This is a game! You can't go making innuendo like that!
WADE: Actually it's DeviantArt, and I've seen worse here. You should see what they've done with your-
GREG: TO BATTLE! *Throws a smoke bomb filling the screen*
Explosions and crumbling environments come into focus amidst the sounds of a furious battle as two figures can barely be seen flashing in and out of combat with each other.
WADE: Oh! I love this part!
The camera flips to the two "Combata
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[Handplates AU] (Gaster) Be Careful
  It's funny how quickly your life can change isn't it?
"Be careful!" she shouted.
  Not funny in the comedic sense. More funny in the odd statistical anomaly that shows up time and time again on a study you've done so many times that you could probably do it in your sleep kind of way.
"Be careful!" she shouted.
  She never shouted. It was one of the things I loved about her. Monsters as a whole were rather noisy and intrusive in their behaviors. This contributed to the fear humans had for monster-kind, or so I believed. She never shouted, and yet... on today, the most important day of our lives... she was going against her typical nature and shouting. At me no less.
"Be careful!" she shouted.

  It wasn't as if I was unaware of the inherent dangers present in the core. This technology had been our life's work after all. From that moment... far too many years ago anymore... that we'd first stumbled into the theory of ThermoSoulmatic power...
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[FFBE] Dancing with Monsters
"Excuse me, Miss!" a young man's voice called from behind her as she made her way down the city streets. She was used to attracting attention when she was dressed up, but it was always troublesome to be approached in her common clothes. Thankfully it was reasonably crowded, so she tried to continue on as if she had not heard him.
"Miss! Excuse me!" the voice was getting closer, and by the sound of his voice, was pushing his way through the crowd, so she knew he wasn't going to just let it go... whatever it was he wanted. With a deep breath, she stopped, and pulling her hood down, turned to meet the approaching stranger.
"Yes? Are you talking to me?" she feigned ignorance.
"It is you!" she winced at his words, "I thought so!" he responded as he reached her, panting from his efforts in the crowd, before coming to a knee in front of her, in the middle of the dirty cobbled street.
Crystals give me patience, she thought as she said, "I'm sorry, who is it that you think I am?" as she winced
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Dinner Oil
"I... I mean..." my son and law stammered after he spoke, "what I mean of course is that..." he was desperately looking to Susan for some kind of a lifeline, and as amusing as this all was, I decided to stop his yammering.
"Hey, it's fine," I told him, smiling to show him there were no hard feelings, "if I was in the business of riding sinking ships, then I'd work differently right?"
He let out a nervous chuckle, and both my wife and daughter were in danger of dislocating their eyes, for they had heard me talk about me feelings towards Dennis's... Business before.
"Listen," I leveled with him, "Sure, this idea could upset the status quo if it ever got off the ground," I speared a turnip and wagged it in his general direction, "But look at nuclear energy. It's cleaner, safer now than it ever has been before, and far less environmentally destructive to maintain. So why aren't all major cities adopting some form of Nuclear energy to supplement their e
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[FFBE] (Cerius) 'Final Awakening'
"So then what?" Rain asked Rydia's vision.
"I have told you, that I don't really know much more about this than you do, right?" she asked him, smirking at his question.
"Yeah, but you can talk to the Espers without needing to summon them, or visiting their temples," he responded, "So you've got a little more insight than we do."
"I'm not sure what you think the Espers have to do with Awakening Visions... but I guess you are just a little more lost than I give you credit for," she chuckled.
"It has always been Rain's way to ask first, question later," Lasswell answered her, earning a glare from Rain in the process, "If at all," he appended with a smile of his own.
"In any case, hand her the artifacts that resonate with her, and dispel her as you normally would. It's the same way you've been awakening the rest of us, though you were not, it seems, doing it intentionally before," Rydia answered.
"Will this provide me with more stren
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[FEH] 'I Summon Thee!'
As she left the rear of the castle behind her in the morning dew, Anna unconsciously tightened the strap of the rucksack carrying the relic and the five grey orbs said to have some connection to it. What am I doing? she thought to herself, as she headed off towards the summoning stone. Calling for the Great Hero had been tried... many times by the Askran Kingdom... and not once had they responded. She wasn't sure why she felt the need to try it for herself, but here she was.
Drawing near to the Great Arch, she began to see the pillars that surrounded the stone come in to view. It had been quite some time since last she'd been here, but everyone knew where to find it. As old as the kingdom itself, the summoning stone was tied to the calling of the Great Hero... or so the legends said. After so many failed attempts, many were beginning to doubt, and so she was here hoping for a miracle.
The stone itself stood not much taller than her, and it was covered by vines and va
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An `Evil Dark Lord`'s Dinner
Bursting through the large wooden doors. Not by opening them mind you, but by destroying them with an explosive enchanted mace... came a warrior clad in shimmering magic armor of some kind. At a glance it looks like protective and cleaning charms.
With a sigh, I stood up from my dinner as he screamed from the other end of my long cobble stone walled dining room, “I’ve come to end your Reign of Terror Dark Wizard!”
Looking across the table to my companion for the night’s meal, I offered an apology, “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting anyone this evening, this should hopefully only take a few minutes,” as she giggled hysterically. At least one of us was amused.
Enhancing my voice so that he could hear me from this end, I responded, “Oh please, do come in. Don’t worry about the door, it was only a few hundred years old. Dinner is almost ready after all, and I’ve more than enough to set another place at
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Lap Top
“Tell me, what is this Lap Top you carry with you everywhere, and why does it glow so?”
“Hehehe… My friend, the full breadth of that question is far beyond me. But I will tell you what I can of its functionality.”
We have found a way to harness the power of lightning, and contain it within a vessel, with which we can power many wonderful things. Much as your <Lore appropriate “Magic Power Source”> can provide the power necessary to <Lore appropriate “Magic Spell / Action”>, this laptop, and the lights it emits can do many tasks we have designed into it. I would say, as a crass descriptor, that it is somewhat akin to a tome, that contains within it an immeasurable number of pages that it can show you without the need to re-scribe them. But such an answer does not fully capture the potential of this device. Instead, allow me to demonstrate some, before I attempt to describe any further.
Opening the Laptop and turning i
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Mature content
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15 Minutes
Find my soul mate for 15 Minutes eh? I sat before the strange looking radio, skeptical that I would get what I paid for. There was no way such a thing could possibly exist… but then Joan said she found Henry through it…
“How do I?”
“It’s running.”
“No, I mean, how do I connect to-“
“You’ve only got 15 Minutes Mam, you might want to talk to them before your time runs out.”
“Wait they’re on?”
“Hello?” A small voice spoke from the speakers.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry, I was just trying to…”
They laughed. And in the sound of that laugh, I knew. The machine worked just as they said it would. My heart dropped. And it was both beautiful and terrifying at the same time. This was my soulmate.
“Hello?” I responded, “Quick, what do you do for fun?” I blurted. This was not how it was supposed to go. I had a whole series of questions prepared. We’d l
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Probably Mostly Photos... and now and again some writing... as I could not draw to save my life. ;P

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Okay, so based on the description I like the idea for the set. What I don’t understand, is how the various elements in the shot contrib...

The first thing that caught my eye about this photo in comparison with the rest is the assumed power of the pose. Titania, Queen of the...

Okay, so I want to like this photo. It's got several of the qualities I enjoy in a portrait. Close up, direct expression, not a "Beamin...

I'm going to start providing the kind of feedback I would love to receive when I do work that I'm looking for an opinion on.

And to anyone who may have received one of my Critiques, I do not believe in the "I like it, so it's all 5's" mentality that seems to permeate most reviewers. A 5 in my mind means that I cannot imagine better, or there is nothing you could possibly work on, which obviously should be a very infrequent thing. On my Scale:

0 = Terribad, and why did I assault myself with this critique
1 = Very Poor, there is not only room for improvement, but you should probably learn from the experience of others. I'm not quite sure what was going on here.
2 = Poor, I can see what you were trying to do, but it's not very well done. Keep practicing though.
3 = Good, You executed your idea.
4 = Very Good, You executed your idea with style, and possibly a visual panache that causes it to stand out.
5 = Excellent, Wow, I am not only floored by this, but I'm learning as I write, and I could only wish that your talent were a teachable thing.

So please, do not misunderstand.


A Short Storylette
So I don't expect this to pick up any actual work, but figured "Why Not" have it available. I rite relatively gud after all. ;P

Here's the Deets. 1 Short Story, about 1500 Words. You choose the topic / theme. You get 1 rough draft review (If you want it) to make sure the story is going the way you want it to, and I'll revise it based on your feedback. We'll discuss if the story is something I have enough context to write before I begin, but payment must be up front. Refunds are unavailable after the rough draft review. You can buy multiple commissions if you want a longer story, and we can discuss smaller commissions for shorter pieces. Previews of past work is obviously available in my Gallery.


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Matthew A. Rivera
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
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I am What and Who I am.

I'm also 'Finally' updating this blurb to better reflect the manner in which I am currently using this site. ;? Primarily you'll find pictures from my 365 Day Challenge (Outlined to the left there) here, intermixed with whatever other creative urges take me. I had originally wanted to do mostly portrait shots, as those are the shots I prefer, but I don't have a large enough pool of willing models to do so. ;P (I have to twist the arms of those around me to get them to agree to a shot.)

So I've 'Deviated' (*Ba, Dum, Tish*) from that, and what you see is what you get. Also, as this year is a "Learning" exercise, and my 'Primary' focus is actually getting the writing each day... I cannot ask you to expect 'Too Much' from my photos. ;P

"Tools of the Trade":
 So... I'm getting sick of my excuses, and my many reasons 'not' to Art. I proved three years ago that I 'can' do a project more consistently than I've done in past... And then I just kind of stopped. I'm always talking up how busy I am (And it's true, I do keep busy), but there needs to be some judgement in the kind of work I'm soaking my time up with.

 I'm not going to promise this is the year I turn that around and finally take my creative impulses more seriously... But I do promise to try. I will Art in public... And I won't make excuses for it.

Soo... I'm Back... 'Sort Of'

Mon Oct 13, 2014, 8:11 PM
  Man... I've missed this place. Also... Who are all you people viewing my profile but not saying anything? Seriously... if you are reading this 'Right Now'... Say something... Anything. ;P

  Anywho, I'm getting back to writing on a more regular basis (Even though ostensibly, I have even 'Less' time than I did before... O.o!) and I'm desperately jonesing to get back to photography. Even if it's just with my Cell Camera (Which is absolutely nothing to write home about. >.>) So some of that may make it's way on here. We'll see.

  Finally.. HI! Say something! Seriously! ;P

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“That’s right kupo,” the moogle answered, standing beside the arena crystal.

  Rain wasn’t sure that he was ready to meet a “Version of themselves from another reality, kupo”. The Farplane itself was already a lot to take in, and this was something more out there than a “space that exists between worlds, kupo”.

“I am not certain that we have time for such dalliances,” Lasswell predictably interrupted his considerations, “This sounds like the kind of thing that could take up a considerable amount of our time, were we to let ourselves be distracted so.”

“Actually,” the little moogle chimed in response, “You couldn’t, even if you wanted to, kupo!”

“Please explain,” Lasswell replied, drawing a small smile from Rain.

  He knew that Lass had the right of things, they were investigating what could potentially be a danger of catastrophic proportions...  but this sounded like a training opportunity if nothing else. And surely they should keep their skills sharp for the dangers that may lie ahead. Also, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t interested in at least trying this “Arena” out.

“Here, let me show you instead, kupo,” the moogle answered, drawing a smooth grey stone, seemingly from somewhere in its fur, “This,” it continued, “is an Arena Orb.”

  The orb was rather unremarkable for the importance with which the moogle named it. The only oddness to it, at a glance, was the unnaturally perfect curvature to the stone. It was as perfect as sphere as Rain had ever seen, and made of something he couldn’t put a name to. Reaching out, he took the orb from the moogle, and it immediately began pulsing with a soft silvery light.

“The glow,” the moogle informed him, “lets you know that you can enter the arena, kupo. The orb will stop glowing after you have entered too many times.”

  Watching the orb, Rain noted that it pulsed five times in quick succession, before dimming for a moment and starting up again.

“Five times?” Rain asked.

“Correct Kupo!” the moogle answered sounding pleased, “And with each entry, the orb will pulse once less!”

“What happens,” Lasswell asked, his curiosity now getting the better of him, “When the orb’s pulsing ends?”

“Then you have to wait, kupo!” the moogle replied, “The orb regains one entry every hour, and stops at five.”

“Is there a significance to the limit?” Lasswell asked.

“Beats me kupo!” the moogle chuckled in response, “That’s just when it stops. There’s a lot of mogs that would like to see the orbs go to ten Kupo! But five is all you get.”

“So now that we have this orb,” Rain steered the conversation back before Lasswell got to into the mechanics of the stone, “how do we enter the Arena?

“Follow me Kupo!” the little moogle replied before touching the arena crystal and vanishing in a flash of light.

“Wait!” Lasswell shouted as Rain immediately followed suit. He knew he should probably be more careful, but he didn’t think the moogle was out to hurt them. And if he let Lass, hurry or not, he’d spend all day discussing the risks and dangers of jumping into this thing.

  Rain found himself in a... hazy was the best way he could describe it, a hazy darkness where dim shapes loomed from the distance. Standing not too far away from where he found himself was the moogle he’d just been speaking with. Immediately behind him was simply more darkness. He could not see the point at which he’d entered this dark place.

  Lasswell stepped out of that darkness, as if he we stepping out of a thick fog bank into the haze. Rain realized that though he could see his companion and the moogle clearly, he was unsure about where any light may have been coming from. They just stood out against the darkness. Not with a glow. They just... were.

  Dodging the glower his friend was giving him, Rain turned back to the moogle and asked, “So now what?”

“Now, you approach the Arena, and ask for the rules Kupo!”

“Rules?” Lasswell asked stepping beside Rain, his lack of amusement heavy in his tone.

“Every week kupo,” the moogle answered, “the rules of the arena are changed.”

“Who dictates these rules?” Lasswell asked.

“Great question Kupo!” the moogle answered, its little face smiling a contrast to Lasswell’s dour expression, but providing no more insight than that.

“Who do we ask?” Rain asked instead.

“This way Kupo!” the little moogle hovered off towards the structure.

  Lasswell caught Rain’s arm before he could follow and muttered, “I do not have to tell you-”

“Nope,” Rain chuckled, breaking away to follow, “you sure don’t,” he said over the long suffering sigh of his friend.

  As they approached the structure, it seemed to become more defined from the rest of the haze. With no other visual cues to note their passage, not even the solidness they stood on having any definition, it almost seemed as if the structure was simply coming into focus of its own as it slowly loomed over them.

  Beside a large archway in what looked like maybe an immense stone wall, was a small window that the moogle had led them to, with another little moogle sitting inside. There was nothing behind it, simply more of that hazy darkness, so the effect was a little unsettling.

“This week,” the little moogle chirped without preamble, “There is no Fire, and no Status Effects allowed. Also, combatants from the Blue Planet will be enhanced for the duration of the battle.”

“Kupo?” Rain offered, surprised at its omission.

“Kupo.” the little moogle chirped back with a chuckle.

“For participating today-” the little moogle continued before the moogle that had led them there cut it off.

“Don’t worry about all that kupo,” it said, “we’ll be here all day if we start getting into prizes.”

“Prizes?” Rain asked, his interest piqued.

“Sure,” their guide answered, “but let me show you how to choose an opponent kupo, and you can come back to all that later.”

“Sure...” Rain replied, deciding that he’d better get on with the combat before Lasswell tried to drag him out of here.

“Follow me kupo,” the moogle shouted, before taking off through the archway, leading the two of them through into a thicker haze.

  Lasswell did not continue to protest and followed the moogle without argument, leaving Rain to take up the rear this time. Watching the two of them enter the archway was like watching Lasswell step out of the haze. Immediately past the threshold they seemed to fade into something like an impossible thick foggy darkness, though as soon as he stepped through himself, he could see seem them clearly once more. Only, it wasn’t just them that he saw.

  The appeared to be standing once more in a large open space of hazy darkness with no lighting to be seen, but none necessary to see the people scattered before him. It was like nothing he’d ever seen, and whenever he went to describe it, words did a poor job of covering it.

  The room was both full of small groups walking through the darkness together, and massively spacious between them at once. Any time he fixed his gaze on a group, he could only make out one of them, and even then, he could not have assessed their armaments for all that he could seemingly see them clearly. More unsettling than that, many of the groups seemed to be led by either him, or Lasswell. He attempted to approach one of the doppelgängers and was interrupted by the moogle’s shout of, “Wait Kupo!”

“Once you have selected an opponent, you can no longer prepare for battle kupo, so you should summon your battle party before engaging” their guide informed him, “Also, one use of your orb will be exhausted.”

“Just by approaching them?” Rain asked.

“You’ll see once you’ve had your first fight kupo,” the moogle answered, “but it’s more than just approaching them. Opponents more likely to challenge you will generally be the first that you encounter. If you wish to fight less powerful opponents kupo, you should push on towards the back of the arena,” it waved its hand to point deeper into the haze, “though you’ll get better prizes for fighting stronger opponents.”

“So how then,” Lasswell asked, “are we to prepare to face an opponent we know nothing about?” he continued, gesturing to the silent crowd of travelers. Some of which, now that Rain took a second glance, were familiar as Visions of warriors he’d summoned in battle.

“The same way you’d prepare for any dangerous situation kupo,” the moogle answered.

Lasswell’s eyes narrowed to a threatening cut, “You now say we are in danger, where before-“

“Every battle carries the risk of failure kupo,” the moogle cut him off, “though as I said before, nothing that happens here is permanent outside of the arena.”

“So,” Rain jumped in, “we still have to fight as if our lives depend on it, but we’ll recover after the dust settles,” he remarked with a grin, “I like the sound of that.”

“Precisely kupo!” the moogle replied, “And this is as far as I will accompany you. We moogles are not made for fighting kupo. And any other questions can be answered by the moogle at the gate.”

“Thank you,” Rain responded, “And is that where I return the orb when we’re done?”

“More importantly,” Lasswell interjected, “How do we return to Lapis once we are finished here?”

“Well kupo,” the moogle started, “the stone is yours to keep. As to going home, you can always just head for the arch,” it gestured towards the ever-looming archway behind them, “and then walk away from the arena. After a few steps you’ll find yourself back in the farplane kupo, where you can take the monument back to Lapis.”

“Thank you again,” Rain said as the moogle waved to them on its way out.

  Rain summoned Anzelm, Rydia, and the Magitek Armored Terra to assist them in the battle to come. No matter how often he witnessed it, Lasswell could not get over the effect of watching people fade into the world as they did when called by Rain’s newfound gift. Even in a place such as this, it was a thing beyond mortal ken.

“So what are we up against today?” Rydia asked as she solidified. Never one to let a small thing like popping into existence phase her while the others got their bearings.

“Your guess is as good as ours,” Rain answered, “though I think I want to fight myself.”

“Well, don’t let me stop you,” she answered with a smile as she stepped away from him to look for the first time at their surroundings with a low whistle, “so you do have a Feymarch in Lapis...” she murmured low enough that Lasswell wasn’t confident he’d heard correctly.

“What was that?” Rain asked.

“Nothing,” Rydia responded, “let’s see how this plays out first.”

“Might I choose our first opponent?” Lasswell asked.

Shaking his head with a sigh, Rain decided not to argue, “Sure, but I’ve got the next one.”

“Lead on careful swordsman,” Anzelm chimed in as the flames of his blade began to dance in preparation for the battle ahead. The armored woman, as was her way, said nothing and merely followed along.

  Lasswell knew that were he to choose an opponent too far from the front, Rain would resist, regardless of his concession. Looking at the figures in the haze, he indeed noted that there were many that appeared to be led by Rain or himself. Deciding that for their first battle, he’d rather not add facing a doppelgänger to the list of new elements they would be dealing with, he instead guided their party to a group that appeared to be led by a young woman carrying what appeared to be an enormous cannon. Perhaps they would have a mobility advantage there at least.

  As the party moved beyond the archway, the whispers began. Low at first, but building in intensity as they went deeper into the room. After only a few steps, the air was full of half understood words and bits of gibberish. Every new whisper reached them midsentence, and even focusing on them did nothing to aid comprehension. Beyond that, moving within the arena was similar to moving towards it had been. Without any detail on the floor, with the air filled with the immaterial hazy darkness, it seemed more like the other party was drifting their way than it appeared they were walking towards them. And the closer they were to the party, the further away the rest of the wandering parties appeared.

  Coming upon the younger woman’s party, Rain muttered a “Whoa there,” and held the arena orb aloft. As they had moved towards the other team, the pulsing had intensified, and now each pulse could be felt as a vibration through the stone. It was as if it were ready to leap from his grasp at their approach, and once they were a bow’s length away, the stone resisted any attempt at moving closer… as if it were pressing up against an invisible bubble.

“I think it’s decision time,” Rain said aloud. “I’m pretty sure if we push forward, the stone’s going to do its thing.”

“Let us fight,” Lasswell answered.

  As they pressed forward into the invisible bubble, the stone burst from Rain’s hand and exploded in a flash of lightning above them that illuminated the bubble now surrounding both them and the other party. In that burst of light, all the other parties vanished, and an intricate glowing series of runes grew out across the floor between the two groups, ending at the edge of the bubble, and igniting a loose ring of torches that was now along the perimeter. The bubble broke open at the top, coming down to form a low glowing wall that illuminated both the battle field, and the area surrounding them for the first time.

  The floor beneath them was an ancient looking stone that stretched out beyond them a far shorter distance than made any sense for the space they’d just walked across. The runes surrounding them terminated not only into the glowing wall, but also a ring of glowing stones just beyond the torches, that certainly could not have been there before. Beyond that, they could see the towers they’d encountered in the farplane, spaced out in a way that did not match their memory, and surrounded by floating platforms.

  This space, was perfectly spaced between them and the other party, the members of which were visible now for the first time. It was a team composed of five visions of the same young woman holding the cannon that was far too large to be practical. As they prepared to fight, they could hear a voice echo across the arena say “Welcome to the Olive Garden”.

  I was born with stories in the eaves and grew up surrounded by tales, peeking out from the threshold between sight and peripheral. My first words were burdened with the weight of narratives that to this day I struggle to bear. From the moment I scrawled my first squiggly line, the ledger of unwritten legends has grown a mythology all its own, daunting adventurers and scribes alike. I've tried to tame the tomes of trouble touched tarriers, and a little ration of lore was all I could muster. The aroma of arias provided balm to my withered words, and loud was the sound of silence on the featureless reams, both digital and pulp. Unwritten are the records unreported, and I welcome the stanzas therein.

  What is a Writer that does not write? The answer taunts from the empty page and eludes chroniclers and part time poets. What is a Writer that does not write? A failure that succeeds by definition who's success is measured by emptiness. I live to fail, and fail to succeed, for I am a Writer that does not write and victory is not a companion I wish to invite.

A small rant about my lack of writing as a habit. ;? I'll get there. If I have something I need to write, it gets done. But goodness forbid I want to write for fun. ;P


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