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Thread: Vancian Magic?

Azuriyuu said To each their own I never found status magic to be that useful in FF...mostly. That said, even though it isn't magic, in FFXII where you could get an accessory that reverses the effects of items... and buy remedies? Comedy Gold. Also, a gamebreaker. But mostly comedy gold. Click to expand... I personally preferred the Bubble Belt over everything else.
Thread: Vancian Magic?

I can't think of A lot that were aimed towards some status attack use. I can think of about 3 I think that were effected by Level 5 Death in some of them. Though not normal status effects. Manipulate is something else entirely, though it only showed up in what, one game? Two if you count the Mediator in FFT. Both of which I had somewhere near about 20 effectiveness. In fact the only FF game I can think of where status effects routinely worked, and were in fact useful was the one that no one counts anyway. Final Fantasy Mystic Quest, wehre the Dragon Claw weapon became a one hit death tool on about 90 of the game's enemies, roughly 75 of the time. The other example of one I can think of being routinely effective and useful was Final Fantasy Four's Virus spell. But that wasn't a Status effect in the game's consideration, no way to cure it, no way to stop it. Just steadily ticked down on your HP and did a good deal of damage. Course if I go by that I could also add in Reflect being one of the useful ones, as yes, there are some bosses that come to mind where the use of Reflect was needed to win. But even outside of Final Fantasy games, the trend holds true. Say the Lufia series. Magic was basically equatable to physical attack damage for the most part. The status effects only had about a 15 chance of working. You were better off hacking, slashing, and in the second one, using IP moves. Of course as you advanced int he game your spells became even more useless, about 23rds through even the high level spells just didnt' give you enough bang for the buck unless you are exploiting a specific weakness. Which most enemeis didn't have. It's actually quite interesting. In a high level DD campaign you can easily run a team of 5 wizards and they would blast thier way through most problems no problem at all. Excepting the stupid group I ran once that though the graveyard would be a safe place to rest and recover spells during an Undead scenario, rather than the holy temple under siege but still holding off the undead. In the original Final Fantasy you could run a team of four White Mages and succeed. But you can't run a team of four black mages. About hte only MP system I've played though where you could go All Magi and still succeed was Arcanum. Just watch that Black Necromancy rip your enemies in half. I certainly couldn't do the all Black Mage team in other FF games like Five, X-2, Tactics Possible exception if using Summoners or Calculators, without running out of gas long before I finished a dungeonarea and found myself helpless. Or at the very least without going through the maximum number of restorative items I could buy.
Thread: Vancian Magic?

Which reminds me. Tactics Ogre, old game, hard to find, but in it spell casters started out with zero MP, and gained a steady rate each turn. Course there was MP recovery items but it lead to a general tempo of one or two turns waiting and one turn killing. Almost always have no MP at the end of a battle though. At least I never did. I know in FFTA they decided to give you a full MP bar to start with, and a recharge rate which was just so excessive. I usually couldn't run out of MP even if I tried. Tempo also makes me think of the Elements system from Chrono Cross. You attack physically, gaining levels based on how hard you hit the enemy. And then you could cast spells, losing level equal to the spell level cast. Other than some Item Elements, you could only use a particular element slot once per battle. But you always had the magic available to use if you wanted. And it recharged at the end of every battle, excepting Item Elements unless you have more of them available.
Thread: Vancian Magic?

Yes, with the exception of Item Elements, Chrono Cross had a very Vancian style magic system, with a 'charge up' system involved by hitting things with your oar. In FFT-A2, they start you with zero MP and have you charge up, which from the sound of it is the same as Tactics Ogre... I haven't played A2 more than a few hours, though, but it feels like it would be a huge nerf near the endgame unless you're willing to toss ethers around or use abilities like Half MP, because magic isn't THAT much more damaging than just hitting things with your sword.
Thread: Vancian Magic?

The Tactics series was different, the Tactics Ogre series that is. Magic hit for, eh, about the same as weapons. The thing was that magic was pretty damn near an automatic hit, while weapons were less likely to strike.
Thread: Vancian Magic?

Ahh. ...Well, if that was the case I'd probably just invest almost exclusively in weapons and not bother with offensive magic.
Thread: Vancian Magic?

It's what I usually did, with the exception of some of the simple projectile spells to soften up an enemy before the clash in melee. Though I will say the Exorist spell was worth the spell slot In Tactics Ogre your mages only had so many spells they could bring into battle. And only because that spell was an auto win on certain maps as it'd instantly kill all undead in the battlefield.
Thread: Yes, I know it's been four years, just let me in (raven&I)

Well, he'd come full circle. That was one of the very few things that John was sure as he stood in the rain in a battered leather coat over a simple T-shirt, the look was finished off with a pair of old jeans and worn combat boots. Four years ago he had left this house, gotten into a black sedan and never looked back, that was the price his country had asked of him. After three tours with Marine Force Recon, a Purple Heart with three clusters, and a Silver Star his beloved country wasn't done with him. So he had gone, first to Virginia, and then to North Carolina, leaned so much, discovered so much so much that he wished he had just given the men in black suits who had come to get him, a firm Fuck You and gone about his business. All the awful knowledge that he'd acquired was currently being run over roughshod by intense fear, discipline, and alertness that would keep him alive. Force of habit compelled him to first check in the reflection of the stolen car he'd parked five black down from his destination for any approaching persons that may shove a gun into his ribs. Slightly more confident that he was alone, John started down the street. His steps were rapid, head down, as would anyone who was caught in the cold rain. Three black down, he turned suddenly and sprinted across the street, pausing only to readjust the compact .40 caliber pistol in a holster secured inside his waistband. How different he must look now, scars, fatigue, and recently, a beard all served to conceal his appearance from his hunters, and would likely have the same affect on the woman he had missed so dearly. He had no idea what he would say except that he loved her and was sorry. After a final glance up and down the street he knocked six times rapidly.
Thread: Yes, I know it's been four years, just let me in (raven&I)

Valarie sat up suddenly, thinking she heard something. Emerald eyes glanced around the dark room, illuminated by the flashing blue light of a television left on. She ran her fingers through her dark hair, trying to discern the sounds that had dragged her to consciousness. She could hear the rain splashing against her windows, and in the echo of her mind, someone at her door. Sitting up and wrapping her robe more tightly around her body she walked to her front window. She peeked through the blinds, she saw a dark figure standing just outside her door. She felt instantly alarmed, wondering if it was a robber of some sorts. Her sluggish and sleep weary mind eventually figured that knocking on the front door would be a stupid way to go about robbery. Still, she went to the other side of the room and dug through her purse for her pepper spray. Armed with the spray in her hand hidden behind her back she unlocked the door and opened it just enough to stick her head out and see who it was. The very last person she expected to see. Not the same, there were scars and a beard, but defiantly John. She stood, emerald eyes wide with shock and jaw slack. A man she had never thought she would see again, who left her suddenly without a hope of returning or ever seeing him again, standing damp and soggy on her doorstep.
Thread: Yes, I know it's been four years, just let me in (raven&I)

Valarie. The name left his lips equal parts elation and self loathing. Leaving her here was the one thing he'd regretted more than anything. A second later the self preservation hardwired into him spurred him to slide past her stunner form and into the house, hating himself for how he was about to destroy her peaceful life for his sake. A booted foot closed the door behind its owner as he leaned back against the door, unable to take his eyes off of hers. Valarie, I'm so sorry, I never should have left... I have got some people after me, nasty people. The people I went to work for double crossed me. You're the only person in the world left who I can trust. It was disgusting, the way he was forcing his problems onto her, leaving her no room for a decision. Finally, he stepped forward and wrapped his strong, corded arms around her and held her gently to him.
Thread: Yes, I know it's been four years, just let me in (raven&I)

She still stood there in stunned silence as he held her. He was still as strong as ever, even as his arms gently held her she felt his muscles flex under his clothes. It felt exactly how she remembered, a sensation that teased an ache in her heart. After he had left she had missed him, missed him and hated him terribly. She would catch herself staring at the door, waiting for him to show up and hug her as he was now. But he never came, and eventually she stopped staring at her door. But him here now brought those darker days to the forefront of her mind. She knew she should kick him out this very instant, before he brought his hell along with him to her door. She didn't need that now, and she didn't need him to walk out on her again once this storm passed. But she loved the feeling of him holding her as much as she ever had, and her heart couldn't let her do it, even though her head knew this was a very bad and very stupid idea. She leaned against him slightly her head against his shoulder. Take your shoes off before you track mud in my house.
Thread: Yes, I know it's been four years, just let me in (raven&I)

A sigh or relief and resignation escaped his lips when she spoke, grateful and horrified by what he had done. There was nothing he could do to fix it now though. Reluctantly he released his grip on her,stepped back and unlaced his boots, leaving them neatly on the mat by the door. Rising again, John surveyed the house that he had shared with Valarie for so long, and then he'd thrown it all away. Val, can we talk somewhere? I need to explain why I left. He gently guided her to the kitchen table and sat down opposite her. I won't bore you with the details. You know I did some secret things in the Marines, well apparently the CIA though I needed to do some more.They trained m, and I did some things. Now someone wants me dead, they killed my team and they're after me. So here I am. I am going to work to figure out who wants me dead, but then I'm done. I never should have left, and now I'm paying for it.
Thread: Yes, I know it's been four years, just let me in (raven&I)

'Some things, them, some one' he kept using such vague words, she could barely follow him, and perhaps that's what he wanted. Perhaps is was better she didn't know, after all, wasn't it just best she knew he was back, and that he was alive? A small nagging part of her brain told her it wasn't. You sure its safe here? she asked, trying to direct the question away from herself. Truth was though that she knew that if someone wanted to kill him, the easiest way was through her. She was no warrior, no fighter. Him coming here had put her in quite a bit of danger, a thought that made her emerald eyes narrow in agitation.
Thread: Yes, I know it's been four years, just let me in (raven&I)

It's safe as long as I'm here. He reassured her, taking her hand and holding his around it on the table. But we need to trun the lights off and get to bed, it's better not to show anything out of the normal, not that I'm saying go to bed together or anything, I sleep on the couch, unless you would rather, uh... He trailed off and shook his head. Bah that sucks,
Thread: Yes, I know it's been four years, just let me in (raven&I)

S'ok, I'll end up doing that eventually - She stared at him for a moment, her eyebrows arched high. She slowly pulled her hand away from him, not wanting to insult or hurt him, but she wasn't there yet. He'd hurt her, bad, and she wasn't going to forgive that right away. You will be sleeping on the couch. she said, getting up to turn the TV off and lock the front door. If there's anything you need, I'll be in my room. My room, she had said, a clear statement that things were different now.
Thread: Yes, I know it's been four years, just let me in (raven&I)

You know, your own foot doesn't taste that good when you jam it that far down your throat. John muttered to himself as he tossed the jacket on the rack and then himself on the couch. Drifting into an uncomfortable sleep John dreamed... This fucking bastard is going to kill me, the though flashed through John's mind as he scrambled away from the knife aimed at his heart. Too bad no one had ever told him not to bring a knife to a gunfight. The pistol jerked quietly in his hand the slide rocked back, the case rattled to the pavement, and the body of his attacker dropped, all louder than the release of gas from the explosion in the weapon. The Glock's powerful 10mm round split the skull of the assailant and splattered John with a particularly unpleasant mix or brain, blood, and bone. Fuck! The expletive left his mouth as he sat up straight on the couch. Sun poured in the windows and he shot up, pistol in hand when he heard a knock on the door. Valarie? HE hissed up the stairs. Risking a glance out, he saw a mailman with a certified letter and jammed the weapon back into its place and opened the front door, signed an alias and took the letter up to its recipient. Knocking on the door of the room he'd shared for so long felt oddest of all about returning here.
Thread: Yes, I know it's been four years, just let me in (raven&I)

She opened the door, clothed only in a robe, her dark hair still damp from her shower. What is it? she asked, catching the tone in his voice as he called her name. Her emerald eyes glanced down at the envelope in his hand. She took it it, guessing by the weight that it was another book. She set it on her dresser, going to take care of it later. What's wrong? she asked, noticing that he was tenser than usual, which was saying something.
Thread: Yes, I know it's been four years, just let me in (raven&I)

I thought it was someone after me. Almost shot your mailman. He has a great moustache by the way. He walked into the room, looking around to see what had changed. Not much, more pillows on the bed now, and some even had frills. He sat idly on the bed. So Valarie, what are your plans for today?
Thread: Yes, I know it's been four years, just let me in (raven&I)

I had to drop off a report at the office, but other than that, it's my day off. she said, wondering what he was getting at. She worked for an environmental consultant agency. The base he used to be stationed at had hired her to test the ground water. That was how they had met, her taking soil samples, manning a drill rig, 'playing in the mud' as she called it. She had taken to putting more time in at work since he had left, trying to find something distracting. What are your plans, other than shooting the mailman? God knows what you would do to the paper boy.
Thread: Different Times. (cheerio_cherry and fortyfivesteps)

Large, dark blue eyes are clouded with confusion as the room spun around her. What was happening to the office? It was disappearing, the image of the bright white walls are fading in and out with loud noises and the image of a busy street. A street that Celia Mason had never seen in all of her twenty-three years. Mr. Whitmore? She shouts, her voice shaking with fear. Suddenly the office disappeared around her, she is now in the busy street. What on earth? She had just been standing in Mr. Whitmore's office, ready to recieve her orders. She looked around, people were walking quickly down the sidewalks, most too busy to even look at the poor girl. Why were they dressed so oddly? Her full lips opened in horror as she watched some of the women go by, what were they wearing? She had never been a fan of fashion, but was she really that far behind? Self consciously, Celia reached up to take her hat off. But where had it gone? The golden haired girl spotted it across from her, in the road. It must have blown off. First she would get her hat, then she would figure out what was happening to her. She moved quickly, despite the restricting green uniform skirt she wore. Her hand reached out and snatched it up, not even noticing the car coming toward her. There was so much noise around her, she didnt even hear the honking of the horn, warning her to get out of the way.
Thread: Different Times. (cheerio_cherry and fortyfivesteps)

The honking noises were loud enough to get James Marley's attention and he turned to the streets to see what was causing it. He had several seconds to get into the road and save the woman or let her fall. He chose to dive for her, slamming his full length of body into her and knocking her clear, managing to grab the hat on the way by pure luck. His eyes, dark brown scanned her form and he smiled softly. She was truely beautiful, even if she did look slightly young. At the age of 30 he found everyone looked young. His hair was a dark brown and stuck up in strange shapes, some blown by the winds as he dived to save the girl, the others simply there from his habit of running his fingers through his hair. He had stumbled to catch the girl inches from the surface of the road, catching her arm ina gentle but firm grip. He had pulled her fully upright and smoothed down his black jacket over his trousers, glad of the early dinner he had taken with friends before coming out to enjoy the stars, he got the feeling the woman would be glad of it. His voice came in pants of breath and he spoke with a slightly scottish accent. Are you alright? He could tell the woman was trembling slightly and spoke sweetly. Are you hurt?
Thread: Different Times. (cheerio_cherry and fortyfivesteps)

A loud gasp escaped her full lips as she felt something collide with her. Knocking her to the ground. As her eyes focused, she found herself staring into the dark eyes of a rather handsome man. She remained silent, allowing him to pull her up, still in shock. Y-yes she finally said, liking the sound of his voice. He sounded friendly, a comfort in this strange place. Well, no actually...where am I? She then asked, she was not hurt, but she still had no idea what was going on.
Thread: Different Times. (cheerio_cherry and fortyfivesteps)

Cardiff. A small smile pulled at James' lips as he spoke. She was sweet and young indeed but seemed to have a good sense of herself, even if she was a little shaken up. Nice outfit by the way. He couldn't help the comment, feeling like she needed to be calmed. He paused, taking her in and adding. Welcome to 2010, the world where young women nearly get mown down by crazy fools in fast cars.
Thread: Different Times. (cheerio_cherry and fortyfivesteps)

This is not Cardiff she told him firmly, shaking her head to further prove her point. No matter how kind or handsome this man might be, he was crazy. Wasnt he? Her eyes moved to look at her outfit for a moment, but snapped up as soon as he spoke again. 2010? She asked, her voice trembling with fear. N-no...this is 1953, it has to be! Celia told him, almost shouting.
Thread: Different Times. (cheerio_cherry and fortyfivesteps)

Hey... hey now. James had spoken softly, watching the woman panic and moving to gently grip her shoulders, feeling her shivers. Hey now... it's alright. He spoke softly, feeling the woman still trembling even under his touch and speaking gently. Come back with me. His voice was soft. Let me prove it to you. He didn't want to hurt her and he knew if he left her to wader alone she'd most likely be attacked, something he definately didn't want for her.
Thread: Different Times. (cheerio_cherry and fortyfivesteps)

Again, she was comforted by his voice. She took a deep breath, nodding her head. What other choice did she have? This man had saved her and was being kind to her. She had no idea what was going on and he was offering to help, how could she refuse. Yes, I will go with you she told him softly, then offered a shakey smile. My name is Celia Mason she introduced herself, what is your name?
Thread: Different Times. (cheerio_cherry and fortyfivesteps)

James, James Marley. James smiled softly, finding himself wanting to protect this girl with all he had. He had fallen silent as he lead her along the road and across into the second road they needed to cross. He had smiled at her slightly even as he let them into the house, opening the door quickly and guiding her in before shutting and locking the door behind them. He had moved to find his newspaper and returned to Celia to offer it her. Take a look at the date.
Thread: Different Times. (cheerio_cherry and fortyfivesteps)

She tucked his name away into memory and then allowed him to lead her to wherever he was taking her. For some reason, she trusted him. Celia remained silent, even as they entered the house, lost in her own thoughts. If what he said was true, how would she ever get home? As he offered her the newspaper, she reached out to take it, hand shaking. She clutched it tightly, pulling to towards her. Blue eyes looked down to read it, dropping it as she read the date. He had not lied to her. Celia backed against the wall, her eyes ide with horror. What happened to me? She asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she sunk down to the ground.
Thread: Different Times. (cheerio_cherry and fortyfivesteps)

I don't know. James' reply was soft as he knelt beside her, reaching to gently tuck hair out of her bright cornflower blue eyes. I'll do whatever I can to keep you safe until I can get you home. His words were tender as he added a sweetly spoken. I promise Celia. He meant it, watching her cautiously as she seemed to look ready to cry, he had moved on pure instinct to wrap his arms around her, gently supprotive and caring as he stroked her back. I promise I'll keep you safe.
Thread: Different Times. (cheerio_cherry and fortyfivesteps)

Celia did not care that she didnt know James, that he had no clear motive to be kind to her. She just needed someone to comfort her, and he was there. She leaned into his arms, resting her cheek on his shoulder. I believe you she told him.
Thread: Different Times. (cheerio_cherry and fortyfivesteps)

He had smiled as he stroked her hair softly. Shhhh, it's alright. He could feel her relax and stroked her back softly, unable to stop himself caring about her. She was sweet and so delicate and she needed him, which was probably why he felt so protective of her. We'll be alright, together. He didn't know where the words came from but he knew they would help, and he wanted to help.
Thread: Different Times. (cheerio_cherry and fortyfivesteps)

After awhile, Celia pulled back gently, leaning back against the wall again. She offered James a shakey smile and nodded her head. Thank you...I am sorry for that reaction she told him. Im just so confused...I was in Mr.Whitmore's office and then suddenly I was on that street she tried to explain.