#mustadio bunansa

[daily-rayless]

Happy Birthday to expert machinist Mustadio Bunansa (and his little ponytail) from Final Fantasy Tactics.

[ethernalium]

A remaster of Final Fantasy Tactics will arrive on all platforms by the end of the year.

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Font: the voices of my head

PLEASE BE TRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUE

[bluefloret]

prove it's not true... i'll wait

[monarchetype]

FFXIV Aether server Pride Parade screenshot dump #4 - Afterparty in Orbonne Monastry (MINE)

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[corpsebrigadier]

Whumptober 16. Mire

Necrosis: Swamp | Wound Cleaning | "No, I can't feel anything"

Mustadio never liked to think much about it beyond the mechanics of the device itself. He was a machinist, not a magician, and he did not much like tacking any "meta" onto the physical as he encountered it. The undead themselves had been a query beyond him until the discovery of the weapons and their arts.

As he rode through the swamp, as those jutting, clawed figures came into view, he told himself that they were easier to understand in this way. He told himself that stone had always been more real than spirit--that he himself would much rather be a statue than a ghost.

In the hours after midnight however, his mind grew heavy. They were still in fenlands. Although no encounter was had--although no specters beyond the rooted rocks haunted him--something in the place seemed to drift into him, just as he drifted out of waking thought. He could imagine himself, lost and wandering here for far longer than a two day's march back to Goug. He could see in every shadow an accusation and reminder. When he caught himself dreaming, it was a dream of helplessness--of being immobile and voiceless as he sank into the endless mire.

[cyberphuck]

Two dumb blondes (Argath Thadalfus and Mustadio Bunansa) for my dear @inkysqueed, who loves them some dumb blondes. (Anyone coming into this post with any kind of comment like "lol I hate Argath he sux Mustadio should shoot him) will be instantly blocked, I do not have time for your bullshit.)

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[vladyslavdembik]

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[ninjakirby1322]

OBL Preview - Ivalice Alliance

Record: 14W - 32L - 4T

League: 12th, Fantasy Division: 4th

To say that nothing went well for the Ivalice Alliance in their first season would be mostly accurate. Only 2 batters hit above the league's average of .226: outfielder Ritz Malheur (.250) and catcher Basch fon Ronsenburg (.259). They replaced 2 pitchers over the course of the season as well due to poor performance, replacing starter Babus Swain with Llednar Twem and relief pitcher Montblanc with his brother Hurdy.

But there was some life in the team as well in their hard-throwing pair of gunslingers: Balthier and Mustadio Bunansa. Both pitchers nearly won as many games as they lost, keeping games close in each of their starts. Balthier in particular played a very convincing leading man for the Alliance, finishing 2nd in the league with 103 strikeouts over the course of the season, and with an Earned Run Average of 1.62, quite a bit lower than the league average of 2.54.

Now, the team looks to bounce back in Season 3. Hurdy has decided to step away from the field and act as a cheerleader for the team, necessitating a new player. Under the direction of captain Ramza Beoulve, the team has decided to move Cidolfus Orlandeau to a relief pitcher, and Ramza has convinced Delita Heiral to join the team, hoping the power in his swing will provide a needed spark for the Alliance offense.

Lineup

Adelle, 2B

Luso Clemens, LF

Frimelda Lotice, 1B

Basch fon Ronsenburg, C

Delita Heiral, DH

Ramza Beoulve, SS

Ritz Malheur, CF

Marche Radiuju, 3B

Vaan, RF

Bench

Cid Revgaji, IF

Fran, OF

Ashelia Dalmasca, OF

Agrias Oaks, C

Starting Pitchers

Balthier

Llednar Twem

Mustadio Bunansa

Cid Randell

Relief Pitchers

Mewt Randell

Penelo

Cidolfus Orlandeau

Ezel Berbier

Ovelia Atkascha

[dipodiidae]

mustadio-bunansa -> dipodiidae

[kulvefaggoth]

I must be Mustadio Bunansa the way i need you to show me hole

[toggle1-mrfipp]

Opera Omnia Burst Themes 6/6

And now for the final piece of this self-indulgent series where I express my love for the music of this series.

Final Fantasy Tactics Mustadio Bunansa: Tension Rapha Galthena: Run Past Through the Plain Marach Galthena: Trisection Cidolfus Orlandeu: Thunder God Cid Meliadoul Tengille: Apoplexy Beowulf Cadmus: Under the Stars Reis Duelar: Unavoidable Battle Construct 8: In Pursuit Bylos: Espionage Delita Heiral: Decisive Battle Orran Durai: Antidote Alma Beoluve: A Chapel Ovelia Atkascha: Desert Land Argath Thadalfus: Enemy Attack Goffgard Gaffgarion: Back Fire Weirgraf Folles: Remnants Zalbaag Beoluve: Zalbaag, the Holy Knight Dycedarg Beoluve: Dycedarg's Theme Messam Elmdore: The Pervert Folmarv Tengille: Bloody Excrement Ultima: Ultima, The Perfect Body Marche Radiuju: Walking in Ivalice Montblac: Undefeated Heart Ezel Berbier: Law Card Ritz Malheur: Painful Battle Shara: Battle of Hope Babus Swain: The Path We Both Aim For Cid Randell: Beyond the Wasteland Mewt Randell: Surpassing the Wall Remidi Randell: Incantation Llednar Twem: Unavoidable Destiny Luso Clemens: Green Wind Cid: Mad Dash! Adelle: Eternal Time Hurdy: Knowledge of the Adventurer Frimelda Lotice: Determination Al-Cid Margrace: Unpreparedness is One's Greatest Foe Illua: Resolution Ewen: Looming Crisis

Final Fantasy Type-0 Tiz: Vermillion Fire Lean Joker: Three Hours That Changed The World Qator Bashtar: The White Weapon Cid Aulstyne: Show of Power Arecia Al-Rashia: Arecia Al-Rashia Zhuyu Voghfau Byot: Divine Fire Caetuna: Vanishing Soul Qun'mi Tru'e: White Lightning Nimbus: Arms of Steel Claes Celestia Misca Sancest: The Azure Spirit Gala: Tempus Finis

Final Fantasy: The Crystal Chronicles Black Knight: Oh, Light! Alahanalem: One-On-One Battle Gnash: Fight Meeth: Meeth Running Wildly Cu Chaspel: Temple of the Moon Galdes: Pope Galdes Larkeicus: Last Battle Veriaulde: Boss Type A Undead Princess: Boss Type B Belle: Girls, We Have To Win This! Althea Sol Alfitraria: Althea's Waltz Blaze: The Awakened Beast King Leo: Knight of the Realm Mira: My Life As A Dark Lord Main Theme

World of Final Fantasy Tama: Mega Mirage Melody Hauyn: Hauyn's Melody Serafie: Comical Melody Goblin Princess: Labyrinth of War Quacho Queen: Another World of Battle Brandelis: Final World of Battle Pellinore: Giga World of Battle Segwarides: Terra World of Battle

Stranger of Paradise: Final Fantasy Origins Ash: Battle: Fiend of Earth Jed: Battle: Fiend of Water Sophia: Battle: Fiend of Wind-Motif from "Flying Fortress" Captain Bikke: Battle: Captain Bikke Nil: Battle: A Future for Whom

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[leftoblique]

Sharing some of my Final Fantasy memes (because why not?)

I saved some of the stuff I made for Twitter, back when I was still on Twitter. Also, because who doesn’t love tonberries?

(The Hermit from the Rider-Waite tarot deck, but the cloaked figure with the lantern has been replaced by a tonberry. The caption “THE HERMIT” at the bottom of the card has been scribbled out and replaced with - crudely-scrawled in what looks like red spray paint - “DEATH”.)

(Mustadio Bunansa from the FFXIV Orbonne Monastery raid, holding his sniper rifle. The caption at the bottom reads, “YOU WILL BE JUDGED”.)

(The Android weather screen with “smoke” as the current weather. This weather condition usually has a frog at the bottom, holding a lantern in a field with trees in the background, but the frog has been replaced with a tonberry.)

[corpsebrigadier]

Affections - CorpseBrigadier

Ao3 may be down, but this will not stop me from providing piping hot Mustadio/Worker 8 content.

Part of my series of 1,000 word rarepair fics and definitely G-rated. Not terribly romantic, but Worker 8 tries.

Mirrored on my website and Dreamwidth.

Mustadio moved smoothly through the tavern--a deliberate and mechanical step that did not allow Ramza time to ask how things went or Alicia time to giggle as she pushed by with cake. The heat coming off his pale face would show crimson; he did not want it to be seen.

He cut a path to the inn's backdoor, back arched back with the confidence of a man who belonged wherever he was walking. It was only when he arrived at the stables that he let his shoulders droop. Rafa's flighty hen fluttered backwards as he approached, black down floating away from her to cling to the great steel orb that lay nestled in the straw.

He was miserable. He was alone. He was 500,000 gil poorer.

He was going to work on the damned robot.

Worker 8, for all the ill auspices of their first meeting, little minded being worked upon. As Mustadio knocked about its shell, there was a soft purr as the blue veins of its circuitry flamed back to life. When it began to rouse itself, metal limbs unfurling like a chick come out of an egg, its demeanor seemed almost friendly.

"I await your command, Master!"

"Your right arm's grinding again," Mustadio said in a flat monotone. "Your command's to hold still until I get my spanners and some oil."

---

The black chocobo had crept back--just enough to betray her curiosity--by the time Mustadio had the machine's arm off. He sat by gently filing the mechanism, a steady scrape of steel against steel as he tried to smooth out new made imperfections.

"Must've been those bandits out by Germinas. Their swordsman knocked you about pretty good."

"Entity: Swordsman knocked me about badly, Master. It was not good."

"It was good for him."

"Given that he met with 1,257 units of sterilizing heat shortly after, I do not assess the action as desirable."

Mustadio, for the first time that day, smiled spontaneously--without any hope somebody might smile back.

---

"The lubrication in the right arm is now decreasing friction 1.23 times more than in the left arm. I fear this will lead to uneven coordination of upper body tasks."

"You can just say you'd like me to do the other."

There was the thrum of something setting itself into new motion. It's eyes flashed for a second. The chocobo--Mustadio thought he recalled now it had been named Primrose--took a step back.

"I'd like you to do the other, Master."

---

It's arms were lubricated to its satisfaction: a 0.16% difference so he'd been told. Mustadio had started to do a circuit test on the mysterious globes on its back, hoping it would actually be of some benefit and that nothing would explode. He thought, as he applied the multimeter to the presumable power nodes, that exploding wouldn't be the lowest point of the day. He and the machine had some rapport there anyway.

"I can't believe it." He clicked his tongue as the reading registered. "Were men prone to reverse wire hackjobs even when the Saint walked the earth?"

"It is not my place to question the designs of any Master, Master."

"I'd question any Master setting me up for a short circuit, but you're free to question me there."

The came a whir of heat from somewhere within its casing, as if some thoughtworks piece was spinning very hard to process the statement.

"Don't question me then. Take my word for it." He patted its side as it began to slow to a gentle hum.

---

"Might I ask why I am being provided with this much attention, Master?"

Its joints were all freshly cleaned and re-oiled. The reverse polarity orb was fixed and would be much safer in doing whatever it did. Its head had been polished, and it glittered in the cast off lantern light from the streets beyond them.

"I hadn't wanted to pay much attention to anyone else the rest of the day." Mustadio bit his inner lip as he tightened a plate screw. "I made a few miscalculations."

"I am VERY GOOD at calculations, Master!"

"I'm not sure you'd have a better read on her, friend." He picked up his emery cloth and began to work on a patch of rust on its chest. "It wasn't the sort of thing you'd be good at measuring."

"What was being measured, Master?"

Mustadio looked around a moment, uncertain as to whether he was comfortable answering even with only the birds to bear audience. He sighed.

"A woman's regard."

--

He noticed, now that they'd been together for a few hours, that it had begun to mimic some human mannerisms instinctively--that it waved its hand and turned its head with a conversational ease.

"--and this 'lipstick' was supposed to measure units of 'affection'?"

"It was supposed to convey units of mine, Eight. It's not something I think you would understand."

"Affection: a quality signifying emotional preference."

Mustadio nodded. He started to put his spanners away, folding them into their leather wrap in order of size.

"This would be conveyed by the exchange of the 'lipstick.'"

Another nod. He felt very foolish now but didn't want to cut it off.

"And lipstick may be defined as..."

"It's--uh--something a one puts on their lips to look... attractive. I really don't think I can explain."

"Can you specify the originating plant for the stick, Master?"

--

Everything was packed up. The robot was as worked over as it could be. It was almost past the hour when anybody at the inn would have cold meat left to feed a lodger.

"I hope you feel in better shape now. See you in the--"

Mustadio had not quite noticed that they had reached their hands out to one another as if to shake them--not until the machine reached past his to touch his face.

He grimaced as it traced a diesel slick circle over his lips.

"Very attractive, Master!"

Mustadio laughed through the taste of grease. Worker 8's eyes fired brighter.

[butchvashwood]

from last year. everyone in this game is insane

[windupnamazu]

You show promise. But promise won’t save you from what comes next!