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Eight

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⠀⦅ エイト ⦆ ❝everyвody'ѕ loѕт a loved one. doмιnιon or eмpιre, we all ѕнare тнaт paιn.❞ ⠀#FFRP

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Sighs quietly among himself, yet follows with a slight smile curving his lips. "Well, thank you, @Type0Jack."


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Rem: "Having never learning the fear of controlling it."


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The Consortium of Eight, Rubrum's supreme ruling council, spent several days debating how to recover their lost territory.


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Ace: "Let our humble song clear your hearts of dismay, Rekindle the flame in your souls and set you free"


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Chancellor Chival VI: "Only the Vermilion Bird Crystal has the power to direct the l'Cie to help us."


I would disappoint mother. .' Thinking to himself, understanding exactly how dire this current, unfortunate situation was.


Gaze glimmering with fierce determination, taking a step back to finish his fighting position. 'Let me not die here. . --


blow and flees into the grassy wide field. Not wasting any time by standing to his feet then squaring up, as a boxer would. --


where he could easily stand a better chance if reaching his victory. If so was even possible.. With swiftness, he dodged a --


ultimately setting up his own defeat. Yet, the hot-blooded individual lead his fearsome opponent into the opening, --


Of course, this was entirely Eight's fault. For he, uncharacteristically took this matter into his own hands, --


However, his 'Class Zero' family wasn't anywhere around. Leaving the close-ranged fight to defend for himself. --


high-leveled Behemoths. Accidentally, Eight drifted astray from his path, searching for a certain item that was requested. --


A mid-teen with short chestnut-hair used his swift momentum to barely escape the dungeon teeming with --


darken shadows. Background noises of shoes meeting the ground's rocky surface clashed with the rumbling. --


The surroundings were anything but bright with the rumbling echoing of a beast evidently lurking in the --


"There isn't time to celebrate. But of course, thanks."


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