Welcome to Adventu, your final fantasy rp haven. adventu focuses on both canon and original characters from different worlds and timelines that have all been pulled to the world of zephon: a familiar final fantasy-styled land where all adventurers will fight, explore, and make new personal connections.
at adventu, we believe that colorful story and plots far outweigh the need for a battle system. rp should be about the writing, the fun, and the creativity. you will see that the only system on our site is the encouragement to create amazing adventures with other members. welcome to adventu... how will you arrive?
year 5, quarter 3
Welcome one and all to our beautiful new skin! This marks the visual era of Adventu 4.0, our 4th and by far best design we've had. 3.0 suited our needs for a very long time, but as things are evolving around the site (and all for the better thanks to all of you), it was time for a new, sleek change. The Resource Site celebrity Pharaoh Leep was the amazing mastermind behind this with minor collaborations from your resident moogle. It's one-of-a-kind and suited specifically for Adventu. Click the image for a super easy new skin guide for a visual tour!
Final Fantasy Adventu is a roleplaying forum inspired by the Final Fantasy series. Images on the site are edited by KUPO of FF:A with all source material belonging to their respective artists (i.e. Square Enix, Pixiv Fantasia, etc). The board lyrics are from the Final Fantasy song "Otherworld" composed by Nobuo Uematsu and arranged by The Black Mages II.
The current skin was made by Pharaoh Leap of Pixel Perfect. Outside of that, individual posts and characters belong to their creators, and we claim no ownership to what which is not ours. Thank you for stopping by.
People screamed, scrambled out either through the door or through one of the larger holes the lightning had created. A few outside began to shout towards the inn, meeting those that ran away halfway either to aid them or out of fear and curiosity at what was happening. Metal objects or surfaces nearby continued to crackle and spark with the lingering energy in the air that had exploded from its creator. But she heard none of it.
Crowe was in a completely different place inside herself. The Black had returned to her, swirling warmly at her core. It was like a missing limb had suddenly begun to stitch itself back onto her body. The Thunder spell that had rocked the public area with such terror had also been the reason she left herself unguarded; taken back by its welcoming embrace it offered her. If she were to meet another end, at least she would meet it whole. Then, a literal grip pulled her violent, red-rimmed eyes back to reality and the man before her who dared yet again to mend an un-healable wound with nothing but words.
"Sit down with me, talk with me. Help me understand how I've done you wrong. Help me understand so that I might make it right" He knew damn well! They all knew! She had to believe that - or someone would've stopped it, someone would've protected her, come to her rescue! Come looking while she slowly bled in the dry, burning sun for days, too weak to move and scare away the flies that began to feast on the salt and dirt of her skin even as she lied alive; victim to watching them, feeling their annoying crawls! Her teeth visibly clenched with hatred, hands doing their best to pull away from his stronger hold to no avail.
"I don't want to hurt you or anyone. But if you know who I am, you know that no matter what world I'm in, my job is the same -- and that is to protect." Liar! Killer! Traitor! She still fought, pressing a leg back to try and use the leverage to escape. Nothing. "I have no desire to harm you unless you force me to in order to protect the people here." Why wasn't he fighting back? Why wasn't he trying to kill her? Why wouldn't he finish what they started? His tone caught her, the struggle beginning to die down when she saw the honest of his eyes. "Help me understand what it is that drives you to such means, so that I might help you in turn. If I've done something to the degree that it has brought your rage to this world, I want to know." Crowe drifted to stillness, her face relaxing and her hands lying loose within his own. The conviction of kindness in his voice... he sounded like-.
NO.
Ohhh, he'd almost had her going, the bastard! The lightning snapped from her fingers, shocking their grip to separate, and a gust of heavy wind pushed her away from him. He had indeed brought her rage to this world, and now the witness of that rage would be the last thing he'd see! The wind circled around her feet, lifting the dirt and dust of the wooden floor in a calm cyclone that had only just begun to build speed. The woman's boots lifted off the ground, the palms of her hands sucking in the arcs of lightning to morph into a hot, orange glow. And soon enough... the dirt had dried the air around her enough to catch aflame. The first wave ignited like wildfire - twisting and dancing around her. Though she shouted with anger, the roar of flames nearly drowned it out. A pillar shot above her, blowing a smoking hole through the roof, and the walls of fire began to build thicker in the fury of the twister she focused to build.
Left to her devices, the building would be nothing but ash in a matter of minutes. If even that.
Caius had hoped, he really had, that he would be able to get through to her and settle this without further violence. Unfortunately, that did not appear to be in the cards as she shocked him, breaking his hold on her and forcing him to reel back. Once he recovered, Caius let out a resigned sigh when this became very clear.
But the fire tornado she began to conjure forced him to change his priorities in a hurry.
Remembering the fire tornado that Rem had casted in the temple, Caius knew that if this were allowed to continue, nobody would be able to escape. And nobody would survive. Caius knew that he had to act quickly as the tornado continued growing larger and larger, her attention completely focused on engulfing the entire building in flames. Initially he had thrown his barrier up with Protect to shield himself from the coming tornado but another idea had struck him. Or well, not exactly. Instead he had more acted on impulse, diving toward the flames, likely with intent to tank whatever hellish burns he might go through to stop her. But to his surprise, the barrier spread with his movements to a short range, continuing to grow as he maneuvered into the fire, keeping him from the flames and the effects of the tornado. Once he was within range, he knew he had to do something, and quickly.
But what?
She seemed strong. There was no guarantee a quick neck chop would stop her, and he didn’t cast magic for he didn’t want to kill her. But he only had a few seconds to act, and...
Well, when in doubt? Go medieval.
Caius didn’t think through further. His weapon disappeared, Caius charging his fist with electricity from Thunder as he reeled back and swung, slugging Crowe in the jaw as hard as the mercenary possibly could.
The next time Caius' senses returned to him, he was standing outside the smoking and damaged bar. The woman had been carried off, and he could feel pats on the back, handshakes that he had just enough small awareness to return. People thanking him for saving their lives, for stopping that magic wielding monster of a woman. Someone even called him a hero.
But he didn't feel like one.
His responses were returned half-heartedly as his mind was elsewhere. He could feel Vordun nudging Caius onto his back, the dragon clearly sensing something wrong as he waited for Caius to strap himself in on the saddle before taking off. Vordun had the right idea of it. Caius needed time alone to process everything. Why was her rage directed at him? Sure, she had done some terrible things, but she seemed so sure of her convictions and that he had done something. He felt it was in his best interests to find out. So he had made his way to the jail, and had approached the guard at the entrance.
“I’m here for visitation with the woman that was arrested recently, drunk and disorderly? She’s… A friend of mine.”
The guard shifted a brow at the mention of the Tornado Summoning Drunk, before scanning Caius over a moment.
“I know you, you’re the guy they said she attacked at that bar out of nowhere, started the whole thing. You really expect me to let you anywhere near her and possibly cause more problems?”
“No, it’s uh… It was um…”
Think, Caius, think! Sure, he didn’t like lying but in this case, he knew it was necessary. He just had to treat it like an exaggerated story… He’d read enough books to spin something right? He could do this…
“We had a lover’s quarrel.”
The guard nearly fell over.
“What.”
Caius had just blurted it out, as if the “lover’s quarrels” he had read about and then Celes and Matt’s rather heated back and forth that he’d interpreted as such had just flashed before him and he had shot the first thing to come to mind. Realizing he had caught his opponent off guard, Caius knew he had to run with it. But he could use the fact the guard hadn’t been there to his advantage.
“Yeah, it was… Pretty bad. I went to go and get her when she went to go drinking but… Oh I just love her to death but she’s a bit of an angry drunk, and she can get a big violent when she’s angry drunk.”
The guard looked completely floored at this “revelation”, though looked at him with scrutiny. Caius knew he had to keep it going. Caius was good at one thing, it was telling stories in an engaging matter that sucked people in, and made them easier to believe. And the more Caius went on, the more confidence he gained and the more active his hands got while he was talking, adding to the believability that he was telling a true story, his voice began to fluctuate as he tried to sell a bit of emotion as well.
“So she attacked me at the bar, yes. I tried to calm her down but she got carried away and I had to pacify her. I didn’t like letting her get locked up for it, but she’d done a bad thing, you know? But I just want in to talk to her, see if we can’t sort this out… I really don’t like letting this lie, and I don’t like the idea of her sitting there stewing while I could do something to at least try and help calm her down. On a personal basis, I just can’t let that go, on a practical basis she’s a powerful magic user and I think you can agree with me that calming her down and preventing a further incident in your jail is the best thing here.
I think this whole ordeal is what we’ve needed though. There’s been issues for awhile and I guess they were going to come to a head eventually. I do think it’s time we sought out uh…”
What was it called? God damnit.
“Couple’s counselling?” The guard intervened with a quirked brow.”
“Yes, that, thank you!” Caius responded, bowing his head and acting as though the stress of the whole thing had just been hindering his head here. “It’s clear we need help. This whole thing made me realize it. So I’m hoping to try and square things with her so that I might be able to get us the help we need. If that’s okay?”
The guard just let out a resigned sigh and shook his head, absolutely done with this man’s shit. It was clear by the look in his eye that he thought Caius was an odd duck for the nature of this seemingly violently tumultuous relationship but most people already associated Caius with weird in the Torensten and Provo areas considering he walked around with a dragon. This wasn’t so far fetched with that in mind.
“Alright. Go in, just try not to take too long. Honestly, you’re a bunch of oddballs, but I really do hope you kids get the help you need. You’re too young to be like this with each other, and you gotta cherish your time together while you got it.”
Cherish your time together while you got it… Is that something people in love were supposed to do? Caius didn’t get it, but the guard had bought it so he didn’t dare question it. He nodded his head. “Thank you!” He chirped graciously as he walked at what was as normal a pace as he could, even if he couldn’t help a nervous glance back at the guard as if he might change his mind.
But the guard noticed his staring and quirked a suspicious brow.
Shit!
“... How long before she gets out again?”
“You would have to ask the Warden.”
Caius nodded his head and didn’t dare look back again as he went to look for Crowe’s cell.
The situation could've been far, far worse. In all seriousness this wasn't a half bad place to have ended up. The only complaint that the mage could think of was how every time she moved it felt like her head became a bowling ball and threatened to roll off of her shoulders. If she coughed, sneezed, or sniffed she swore her eardrums were going to explode. This had to be the worst hang over she'd ever experienced, and Crowe was no stranger to the bottle.
She remembered enough of the previous night to know what had happened and how she'd gotten into this plain, metal and concrete cell. Perhaps the oddest thing was that she knew inside she should feel guilty. That she'd endangered people, and it had been wrong. But she just couldn't bring herself to accept the remorse. It felt fake, forced. Years ago back among the 'living' it would've weighed on her conscience like a ball and chain, but now it was almost disturbingly easy to look past and move on from.
The cell was lackluster, stereotypical. There were higher tech ones in Insomnia, but everywhere else in Lucis looked just about identical. There weren't many different ways to build a cell. The walls, ground, and ceiling were all solid concrete or some other kind of cold, dense stone. Steel bars (her best guess) lied in one, thick row at the front wall and gate. There was one cot, a thin blanket, and a single light at the center above her. It wasn't that she expected them to be prepared for containing someone with magic - especially now that hers had awoken so vibrantly - but she had expected a bit more than this. They'd cuffed her from behind with thick, metal clasps but... well, those served very little use if their purpose was to subdue.
The Glaive sat against the back wall, hands at the small of her spine and legs bent out in front of her, with the blanket draped somewhat over her face to hide it from the damned light that prodded her headache. When it finally subsided, she'd leave when she wanted to. There wasn't much they could do about it. For now, though, this seemed a decent enough place to fall in and out of sleep until she decided she wasn't lazy enough to entertain them.
She began to slowly sink down into slumber again when she heard the annoying, constant footsteps of someone starting down from the long hall. With an annoying grumble, Crowe pushed the back of her head into the wall to try and focus on anything else. But they came closer, closer, and eventually stopped in front of her. Great. What was it, big-girls' room break time? Her head tilted forward and the blanket slid away from it so her eyes could start to focus in the blinding light to the man standing past the bars. One eye remained open while the other winced shut, trying to make out his face clearly and- oh. The mage let out a harsh scoff and rolled her eyes, letting her head fall back against the wall again. "Piss off."
Yeah, he supposed he should have seen that one coming. Caius honestly wasn't surprised at her reaction when he showed up, considering that the last time he had seen her, he had slugged her in the kisser as hard as he possibly could. So a small smirk crossed his face instead of bothering to take it personal.
"Nice to see you, too."
The Kingsglaive let out a yawn as he moved to lean against the wall near her cell, considering how to approach this. To be perfectly honest... He didn't think he was going to get this far. The horseturd story about a fractured romance had been something that he had lifted out of one of the books that he had been reading to try and understand the subject, but it was so far fetched that he didn't actually think the guards would fall for it. But then again... If it was going to work anywhere, it would be here. Place had seen far worse. Provo was currently a plague town because a daemon guy walked around a hospital turning people into daemons. This was nothing.
Only place he could think of that had better odds was Torensten.
After a few moments, he seemed to at least figure out where to go with this. Somewhat. It was still a work in progress.
"So, I was hoping to once again extend my offer" He spoke up, then. "I've bought us some time where I doubt the guards will bother us, at least. You wouldn't believe what I had to do to do that" He remarked with a small laugh. "So here's what I want to know. Either because of something I did, or something someone did, I don't know, you've got it out for me, and... My kind? I don't know. I genuinely have no idea what you're talking about, as I've never seen you before in my life."
He placed a hand to his chin. "Yet your magic feels familiar. I get the impression you're from my world... Possibly of the Kingsglaive. But I don't know if that matters. What I want to know is why you attacked me, and why you threatened what you did. If I've done something to wrong you, I would like to know so as to try and make it right. I can't do anything if I don't know. Once more, I ask of you... Please help me understand."
Even his response was predictable and annoying. What was he going to do next, monologue about the safety of the community and standing up for the greater good? Crowe continued to press the back of her head into the stone wall in an attempt to ease the damn pressure in her skull from the hangover, eventually lifting it to beat it back a couple of times. It was getting to the point where putting a dagger into her head seemed like it’d feel damn nice; you know, one of those headaches. So not only was the light just about as painful as a knife in the eye, but now she had to listen to Mr. Good-guy’s speech (or whatever he was here for).
"So, I was hoping to once again extend my offer,""Of couuuurse you were," she practically cut him off halfway through the sentence with an annoyed groan. Whatever he was laughing about was lost on her. No, she probably wouldn’t believe it and no, she didn’t care. He wasn’t buying her any time, she could get out whenever she damn well pleased. Surely he knew that… But it was much more convenient to wait out the hangover here than having to go travelling with it. Speaking of, she was just about ready to give up the charade and break the damn cuffs. She had an overwhelming need rub her fingers about as hard into her eyes as she could without popping the damn things out.
"So here's what I want to know. Either because of something I did, or something someone did, I don't know, you've got it out for me, and... My kind?"The woman gave a fake, half-hearted gasp of shock, remaining unmoved. "Damn, you’re so observant. You figured me out." Sure, she’d been drunk as hell, but she was pretty sure she’d spelled that out… Not much of a filter on this woman when liquor was coursing through her veins thicker than oil. When the man mentioned the familiarity of her magic and compared her likeness to the Kingsglaive themselves, she very visibly snarled.
Slowly, she let her head drop forward from the wall and her dehydrated, sunken eyes opened up to him; an appropriate display of the sickening anger she felt. "Because you’re built on a lie. ‘Hearth and Home’ bull. I’ve got the upper hand this time. Thought I was going to have to deal with seeing you scum thrive like some twisted joke," she began to chuckle, hunching forward and shaking her head, arms still loose behind her, "Ahhhhh, man! But then your kindly King had to show up somewhere, didn’t he?" Crowe’s forehead tilted back up, an open-mouthed smirk on her face as she sniffed up a bit of congestion. Now she had her magic. "You can thank your 'brothers' for reaping what they sowed."
He knew full well she was capable of escaping. It didn't look as though they had suppressed her magic at all, which was a stupid decision. Caius knew this because he himself could have broken out of there if he wanted to. And probably in, if one was being honest. The place was fortified enough, but in the face of powerful magic users such as the Kingsglaive, it wouldn't be enough. Caius though, had decided to take the civil route as to him, there was practical benefit in doing things this way. For Caius, the long game was important and his entrance had been part of that long game.
Caius frowned as it was made very clear out of the gate that this wasn't going to be a civilized, professional discussion. He had hoped that with some time for the drink to wear out, she would be more tolerable to deal with. It seemed that Caius was wrong, and while his patience remained - recent events had made his ability to retain a kindly demeanour in the face of pure spite considerably wane. Her snide remarks made her sound no better than the bandits he dealt with on a regular basis. Though he did notice her reaction when he brought up the similarities to their magic. With that and what came next, he had a pretty good guess on just who this woman was.
"I'll take Hearth and Home over throwing a childish tantrum in a bar, thanks" Caius quirked casually, sitting up and rolling his shoulders. His guard had shot right back up the moment she had started spitting her bile, and the potential for a fight was ever-present in his mind. Though his demeanor was a blank slate, so to speak. "I was built on King Noctis' desire to purge the darkness from Lucis, and then to rebuild. Which is what we did for the former, then were doing for the latter. Something I would still be doing if I hadn't been sent here."
She went on about them reaping what they sowed, and other things. Caius simply shrugged his shoulders, seemingly unbothered by it. "Did you throw a drunken tantrum in Lucis too, then? Maybe summon a pretty little fire tornado while you were there? Get arrested by the Kingsglaive and suddenly we're this scum of the earth? Gee, we're so terrible, stopping fire tornadoes like that... They really gotta purge those... Fire-Tornado-stopping scoundrels. Freedom to the fire tornadoes to destroy bars and all that... Ra ra."
There was no stopping the sass even if he wanted to.
