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!
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[attr="class","ayab-text"] Aerith could feel the restlessness settle in the longer she spent in Provo. The young woman felt the nearly overwhelming urge to do something in regards to the predicament concerning Cloud. One of her best friends was still recovering from the almost fatal wounds he had received in his battle with Sephiroth, but there was only so much healing magic she could pour into his weakened body. There was time that was needed for his body to repair itself on its own after all. The best medicine was often time, no? At least, Aerith wished to believe in that, but now she was not quite so sure. How much time did Cloud need to move forward from the traumas of his past? The answer was never an easy one and sometimes there was never enough time to move forward. Tifa and herself could say all the platitudes in the world in an attempt to sway and ease his mind, but only Cloud had the power to make that decision for himself. [break][break]
Had it not taken her so many years to accept her own place in the world and the part she had to play? A soft sigh escaped her lips as she tried to push back her morose musings. Aerith had come to this festival in an attempt to ease her own worries and stresses. Cloud had Tifa to keep an eye on him, and she was sure the younger woman would be more of a comfort to him than herself. How funny was it that a part of her still hurt at that realization? She smiled a little sardonically to herself as she realized that feelings really were difficult to shake off no matter the time and space given to settle them. In a sudden motion, Aerith clapped her hands together to rouse herself into a more cheerful mood. Now was not the time to be saddened or feel down! This was a sudden opportunity for her to meet new people and to enjoy herself after all! The others needed her to maintain her high spirits and so she would! [break][break]
Moving forward, she hummed to herself as she perused a few stalls offering their various wares. Handmade bracelets and ribbons and other such trinkets for the people to buy and enjoy. Aerith found herself pausing in front of a stand that was selling hair ribbons. She reached up with her hand to tug at the pink ribbon Zack had bought her so long ago. Was it time to buy something new for herself? The accessory was so important to her in so many ways, but she felt the urge for something new. It was not as if she would ever rid herself of the piece! Oh, no, but it would be nice to wear another color. Should she go with a green one? Or blue? Or even yellow?
Meet new people. Enjoy herself. Yeah, that probably wasn't going to happen. Not that Alex was aware of this at the moment. He was likely about to ruin her day. Going through the stalls himself as a shortcut, he felt pretty good. Aside from having to repair the damn building itself, he was getting more business, and that was always a good sign. He just... needed to learn to spend his money on actually fixing the place up. But that part he could extract from the blood of that blonde homewrecker whenever he found him. It'd been months though. The guy had probably gone underground in fear of Alex beating the hell out of him or something. In the meantime, maybe he could just get the materials himself? Go out, harvest what was needed and do the repairs himself? Yeah, there was an idea, why didn't he think of it sooner? He was an accomplished gatherer, and the repairs couldn't be that hard.
Besides, this was the Harvest Festival. And he was going to go harvesting. It was fitting.
Which was why, when walking through the stalls, he'd been wearing his armor, sword at his side, twirling a hatchet, not noticing the people edging away from him as he approached, not wanting to be in the warpath when he lost his grip on that thing. He didn't need any flowers or anything, so the scythe wasn't needed. It was only when he noticed the familiarity that he finally stopped, took a look, and the hatchet fell from his grasp, only to be hurriedly caught to keep anything from being damaged. Especially the hatchet. Falling on its blade might notch it, and that was the last thing he wanted right now! Letting it dangle at his side, he took a good look at the young lady perusing the market herself. Yeah, that was her, alright. What was she doing? The tug at her ribbon and a look at the stall told him enough. Looking at the colors, he shrugged, and hatchet in hand, approached from behind.
Probably should put the hatchet away.
"The blue one." He remarked, not even bothering to say hello. They were on good terms, right? "Pastel colors look like they're more your thing." All that light pink and faded red told him that. Oh, right. He scratched his forehead with a finger before running it and his thumb down the bridge of his nose, from the hand carrying the hatchet, of which the blade was moving dangerously close to his skull. "Still, hello, Aerith. What brings you all the way out to Provo?" She seemed comfortable enough in Sonora. It'd been a while, be nice to catch up. She did give him info on Sephiroth at least. Which meant he owed her a finder's... Oh. Yeah, he owed her money, didn't he? Shit. He could improvise, at least, come up with something!
He looked back at the stall. "Pick something out. My treat." That'd make them even, right?
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[attr="class","ayab-text"] Aerith hummed to herself as she continued to consider the current color options before her. It had been quite a long time since she had worn another color ribbon after all! A change could be quite a good thing to indulge in, especially when it was over a relatively small matter like a change in an accessory. Her White Materia was still safely tucked beneath the tie of her ribbon, and she had no wish to lose the precious keepsake. The young woman nearly started when she heard an unexpected and familiar voice jar her back into reality. Blinking owlishly, Aerith glanced over her shoulder to see a young, blonde man in full armor with a hatchet loosely held in his grasp. If she was anyone else, she was quite sure she would be screaming that the man was attempting to murder her. Who in the world went about walking around a festival with a hatchet? There was no need for it at all as far as she could tell. [break][break]
The blue one? Aerith eyes Alexander a little dubiously for one more moment before turning back around to pick up the pastel blue ribbon. Had she worn a blue one before? Most likely yes, but she could not quite remember. There were parts of her childhood that she did prefer not to think about, and she remembered Elmyra had bought her a yellow one after bringing her home. "I guess so. It might be time to update my wardrobe a little bit," she mused lightly. Pink and red had been her signature colors for so long that she worried if she would be recognizable to herself if she changed them. [break][break]
"I thought I'd get out of Sonora for a bit and see more of Zephon. I heard about the festival here in Provo and wanted to have a bit of fun before going back home." Glancing over her shoulder, she smiled disarmingly as she gave him the white lie. There was certainly no way she would tell him her true reasons for being here, nor did he need to know. Cloud had enough worry about his own anxieties about seeing Sephiroth again and recovering from his wounds. Aerith tilted her head to the side at his sudden offer to buy the ribbon for her before she shook her head quickly with a knowing smile. Oh, did he think this was a way to pay her back for the information she had given him months prior? [break][break]
"I can buy it on my own. Besides, with how you seem to lack gil you should be saving it for more important things." He had not been able to afford even a single mug of hot chocolate for himself and did he not have a shop he had to rebuild? The ribbon was a small enough thing for herself to buy, anyway.
Time to update her wardrobe a little bit? His eyes scanned up and down the flower girl, narrowing in realization. "Now that you mention it..." Did she ever really change those? She wasn't like the Scions, was she? Just one or two outfits to get you through life? Urianger spent forever in that potato sack as it was, and it was only when he quite literally could not wear it anymore in the First that he finally abandoned it for something else. Was Aerith like Urianger? "Do you have anything other than that? You're not one of those who keep only one or two sets of clothing, are you? You really should make sure you have some variety." He had more money now, but he wasn't really sure he could finance an entire wardrobe from zero. Even his had taken months to properly set up. It was totally not why the Rising Stones hadn't been rebuilt yet. Had absolutely nothing to do with that, or his usual lack of money.
He gave her a long once over before nodding. "You definitely have Urianger's fashion sense, though. With a bit of Alisaie." Names she would in no way recognize, he knew. But it helped him frame some form of reference. Twirling the hatchet once in his hand, he brought it up as he pointed at himself, the spike on the top stopping just inches away from his chest. Did he not know how dangerous that was? "As for my finances. Things are looking up, thank you very much. I'm even about to make more." He remarked. "What with it being a Harvest festival, best thing to do is harvest and sell. And I'm something of a botanist, you know." Nothing quite like taking an axe to a tree or a scythe to some vegetation and selling it on the market. That, that was real botany.
Things were looking up. Especially for the Rising Stones. Really, it was so nice having a bunch of professionals that you could count on to get the job done. Well, professional. He wouldn't really call Noct professional just... naturally really good at anything he'd set his mind to. There was a reason he'd made a point of hoarding all the fishing jobs for Noctis. That and to bribe him into actually signing up with the Stones. Which, well, going into the matter of the Rising Stones. Alexander huffed. Rather proudly. "You'll also be happy to know I met Sephiroth. He's not crazy. Social graces of a brick, but not crazy. He actually thought Meteor was the dumbest thing ever when I brought it up." He could work with Sephiroth. It was surprisingly easy. No mass death, no grievous casualties, no world ending disaster looming on the horizon like he'd been told about. All was well.
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[attr="class","ayab-text"] Aerith was unsure whether to take his statement as an observation or as an insult. The young woman could not help but glance down at her pink dress and the red, jean jacket she wore over it. Plain, brown boots laced up to her ankles and had always been perfectly sturdy for her to wear as she had traversed nearly the entirety of Gaia in them. It was not that she did not have other outfits, but there was just a practicality in her mind to having a simple, consistent wardrobe. Her childhood had not been an especially rich one while living within the slums of Midgar, and she had made do with what Elmyra had generously provided her. "You know, some people just enjoy having a consistent look. I think it works for me perfectly fine!" [break][break]
The names he uttered meant absolutely nothing to her in the least as she merely gave him another puzzled expression. Friends of his most likely? Alexander had to be one of the most baffling of people she had met and one of her closest friends was Yuffie. Shaking her head, she simply tucked the blue ribbon away in her jacket pocket to try on later. Aerith did not wish to risk losing her mother's materia on a simple whim when there were so many people about, and she almost worried Alex would hack it to pieces with his scythe simply because he had seen something shiny on the ground. "This festival is not literally about harvesting, you know. It's just a celebration for people to gather about and enjoy themselves. Honestly, that scythe is better used on farmland to get rid of weeds." There was no way he considered himself an actual botanist, did he? Aerith had worked with flowers nearly all of her life, and that did not consist in using a scythe for anything other than getting rid of weeds. [break][break]
Briefly, she considered simply walking away and leaving the eccentric man to his own devices. There was only so much patience a woman could muster before she gave into exasperation! But, well, then Alex had to mention Sephiroth and that certainly kept her attention upon him. Emerald eyes narrowed as the new information was taken in no small amount of deliberation. Aerith crossed her arms over her chest as she rested her chin within the palm of her hand. "Did he really?" she mused thoughtfully. "Then I guess he was summoned here before he lost his sanity." It certainly explained a lot, especially when she compared it to what Cloud had told her of his encounter. Perhaps it was time for her to seek him out herself?
A consistent look. Was that what they were calling it these days? He squinted at her. There was a difference between a consistent look and wearing the same thing every day. He made sure to avoid that. Now that he thought about it, this was what she was wearing when he met her. And had coffee with her. Did she really have nothing else to wear? Part of him felt pity, should he help her get more clothes? People seemed to think he was mad about it. He was just... hygienic. Seven Hells, he was already looking at winter clothes for Ryne so she wouldn't freeze in her normal outfit. Cassandra may have gone out to proverbial grocery store for milk with Ryne, but he wouldn't. He twirled the very sharp hatchet absentmindedly as he continued to squint. It probably looked more like he was contemplating whether to go all axe murderer on her more than anything.
But he snapped out of it when she remarked on Sephiroth. It sounded like she was almost interested in Sephiroth. He thought about it for a moment before stating simply. "He was. He works for me, now, so maybe you can catch him at the Rising Stones." He sounded really proud of that. Truth is, he was. Sephiroth had been the best thing to happen to the guild. Maybe Matoya would get off his back now once she saw its fortunes getting better. Though now that he was thinking about it. He did have a bone to pick, as he squinted, and leaned in. "By the by. Would have been really nice to know about the super strength, Aerith." He remarked through gritted teeth, before leaning in further still. "Would have been really nice to know about the super speed, Aerith." How does something like being some sort of superhuman freak of nature slip by the radar like that? He mentally grumbled.
Really, he almost wondered if she was trying to get him killed. Fortunately, he was a bit of a cockroach, and even silly things like blatantly fatal wounds could be tolerated by him. Zenos was proof of that, needing immediate medical attention notwithstanding. That being said, as he thought back, he remembered. With him being in her face, he looked at her, and then down at her clothes, and he sniffed. Flowers. Of course, should have expected that. "Acceptable." He simply remarked. At the very least, she wasn't just throwing on the same shirt day after day after day without washing it. He never understood how the scions did it all the time.
