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Who are you, Vossler... by ~ElStormo:iconElStormo:


©2009 ~ElStormo
:iconelstormo:

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... to talk of trust?




DISCLAIMER: This is in no way retarded Vossler x Ashe propaganda. I leave that to the 15-year-old fangirls.



Phew! After being electricity-less for over a week (!), I'm finally back, and I can upload the picture I've made several days ago. I'm working on two others, one almost complete, the other two sevenths of the way done.


-- Final Fantasy XII spoilers ahead! --
This is from Final Fantasy XII, Vossler and Ashe. Ashe and the rest of the party try desperately to restore Dalmasca, the kingdom of which Ashe is crown princess, and which is occupied by the Empire. Vossler is the leader of the Insurgence... I mean, Resistance against the Empire and Ashe's personal bodyguard.

When Ashe, Vossler and the others recover the Dawn Shard, proof of Ashe's heritage and a source of immense power, Vossler, weary of a "profitless battle" against the Empire, secretly makes a deal with the Empire, offering them the Dawn Shard in return for the restoration of Dalmasca and Ashe's throne. Vossler arranges it so that they are all captured by the Empire when they emerge, Dawn Shard in hand.

Ashe and the rest of the party, however, know that the Empire doesn't plan on letting Dalmasca have any more independence than "in-name-only", and as Vossler tries to convince Ashe to continue negotiating with the Empire, as he believes they can trust Larsa, one of the Emperor's sons, Ashe hisses at him, "Who are you, Vossler, to talk of trust?" This drawing shows that moment, when Vossler realizes the others feel as if he has betrayed them.

They fight their way off the Imperial flagship, the Leviathan, and as Vossler tries to stop them, still convinced that negotiating with the Empire is the only way, one of the party attacks him in a blind Mist Rage, sending him wounded to his knees. After Vossler realizes what he has destroyed by choosing the quick, easy way, he tells the others to leave him behind, and as the Leviathan explodes in an experiment gone awry, Vossler dies with it.

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:iconbabynuke:
Very neat :) Well drawn!

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The more massive an object is, the more gravity it contains, which explains why it is harder to get ketchup out of the bigger glass ketchup bottles. More importantly it is also why a big screen tv collects more dust than a hoover.
:iconelstormo:
Thanks!

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"Well, Baldrick, today has been the worst day of my entire life. I've spent all my money on a cat-skin windcheater, I've just broken a priceless turnip, and I'm about to be viciously slaughtered by a naked Tunisian sock merchant."
:iconethelle:
As commented on Literure: great work, especially the expression of Ashe.

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"Mr. B, where's the milk of human kindness?"
"It's gone off, Baldrick. It stinks."
:iconelstormo:
Thanks a lot, doll! I'll try to take a look at all the new stuff by you guys, but a week is a long time to catch up on...

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"Well, Baldrick, today has been the worst day of my entire life. I've spent all my money on a cat-skin windcheater, I've just broken a priceless turnip, and I'm about to be viciously slaughtered by a naked Tunisian sock merchant."
:iconethelle:
:XD: I can imagine. But... a week without electricity, if I read correctly? HOW?! WHY?! And, most of all, HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO SURVIVE???!

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"Mr. B, where's the milk of human kindness?"
"It's gone off, Baldrick. It stinks."
:iconelstormo:
How: Because my landlord screwed up.
Why: Because electricity companies hate it when landlords screw up
Survived: By visiting my parents regularly, and simply making do however I could :)

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"Well, Baldrick, today has been the worst day of my entire life. I've spent all my money on a cat-skin windcheater, I've just broken a priceless turnip, and I'm about to be viciously slaughtered by a naked Tunisian sock merchant."
:iconethelle:
Ah, okee. :D
I'm glad everything is solved now. ;)

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"Mr. B, where's the milk of human kindness?"
"It's gone off, Baldrick. It stinks."
:iconelstormo:
So am I! :D

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"Well, Baldrick, today has been the worst day of my entire life. I've spent all my money on a cat-skin windcheater, I've just broken a priceless turnip, and I'm about to be viciously slaughtered by a naked Tunisian sock merchant."

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