The Girl From Oerba

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This week, we’ll be recruiting Vanille in her event!

The 2 Synergy Characters are Hope and Yuna

Oerba Girl
Period 12/2 – 26/2
Reward 500 Gems
Available characters Vanille
Available equipment Starfall Pendant


Event Missions

Mission Compensation
Clear “Oerba Girl 1” Mighty Power Orb x 5
Complete “Oerba Girl 1” High Guard Orb x 10
Clear “Oerba Girl 2” Mighty Power Orb x 10
Complete “Oerba Girl 2” Mighty Guard Orb x 3
Clear “Oerba Girl 3” Summon Ticket x 3
Complete “Oerba Girl 3” Mighty Guard Orb x 5
Clear “Oerba Girl 4” Summon Ticket x 3
Complete “Oerba Girl 4” Mighty Guard Orb x 7
Clear “Oerba Girl 5” Summon Ticket x 3
Complete “Oerba Girl 5” Mighty Guard Orb x 10
Kill Berserk Armor Gil x 1000
Kill Berserk Armor x 5 Gil x 2000
Kill Berserk Armor x 10 Gil x 3000
Kill Berserk Armor x 20 Gil x 4000
Kill Berserk Armor x 30 Gil x 5000

How to unlock Vanille

Unlock Vanille by finishing the Conversation after Stage 1.

Rewards

Equipment Starfall Pendant (XIII)
How to get Complete Event Stage 3 and 5
Compatible Character Vanille
Compatibility Stats (On Vanille) HP+680, Starting BRV+110
Defense power 246 (At level 20)
CP 35 (At level 20)

Boosted Characters

Character Character Specific Equipment
Vanille Physician’s Staff (XIII)
Binding Rod (XIII)
Rune Bracelet (XIII)
Hope Skycutter (XIII)
Airwing (XIII)
Power Glove (XIII)
Yuna Astral Rod (X)
Magistral Rod (X)
Onyx Ring (X)

Oerba Girl 1

Stages Experience Gil Difficulty
3 71 160 Lv10
Mission 1500P Rewards
Don’t Die Gem x 20
Clear within 70 Actions Gem x 20
Clear without getting Break High Power Orb x 5
Monsters Flan, Silver Lobo, Leader Silver Lobo, Malboro

Oerba Girl 2 

Stages Experience Gil Difficulty
3 247 156 Lv20
Mission 1500P Rewards
Don’t Die Gem x 20
Clear within 70 Actions Gem x 20
Clear without getting Break High Power Orb x 5
Monsters Flan, Silver Lobo, Beserk Armor

Oerba Girl 3 

Stages Experience Gil Difficulty
4 440 342 Lv30
Mission 4500P Rewards
Don’t Die Gem x 20
Clear within 75 Actions Gem x 20
Clear without getting Break Mighty Guard Orb x 5
Monsters Flan, Thunder Flan, Goblin Mage, Ghost, Silver Lobo, Beserk Armor

Oerba Girl 4

Stages Experience Gil Difficulty
4 511 461 Lv40
Mission 4500P Rewards
Don’t Die Gem x 20
Clear within 75 Actions Gem x 20
Clear without getting Break Mighty Guard Orb x 5
Monsters Flan, Thunder Flan, Goblin Mage, Ghost, Silver Lobo, Beserk Armor

Oerba Girl 5  

Stages Experience Gil Difficulty
5 708 713 Lv50
Mission 4500P Rewards
Don’t Die Gem x 20
Clear within 110 Actions Gem x 20
Clear without getting Break
Monsters Wave 1 ~ 3000 HP
– Thunder Flan x 2
– Goblin Mage
Wave 2 ~
– Silver Lobo x 2
– Flan
Wave 3 
– Malboro
Wave 4 ~ 2650 HP
– Ghost x 3
Wave 5 ~ 39,000 HP
– Berserk Armor


Boss

You will need Yuna (with her 5* weapon) in your party to cleanse away all the Status Ailments in your team from Malboro. As the final boss is strong against Physical Attacks, bring along the Synergy and Magic Characters such as Vanille, Yuna, Hope, Vivi or Y’shtola.

Shiva is recommended to speed up your turn after you have done a HP Attack.

Sylph is recommended for her Healing abilities

Attack Pattern

When Bersker Armor targets “A”, it means that it is ready to cast either Haste or Berserk.

During Berserk mode, it’s Attack and Speed will increase and we will not be able to know who its targeting next (next target will be ?). It is important to keep your BRV high and its BRV low at this phase to prevent your characters from broken or damaged.

Alternatively, get Vanille to Dispel away the Berserk/Haste Buff.

During Berserk mode, Berserker Armor may cast Flurry which is a 4-hit BRV attack. Keep your BRV high during berserk mode to prevent break. Dispel with Vanille to never see this ever.

Leap Jump is Berserker Armor’s HP Attack.

Recommended Party: 

Must Have: Yuna and Vanille

Number 3 – Vivi, Y’shtola, Cloud, Squall

6 COMMENTS

    • “No! Please, stay away! Not tonight…” Charlie cried as he buried his tears in his pillow.

      “Oh yes, tonight. Tonight, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and a hundred nights stretching before that ending at the day you came to live with me. Tonight, just like tomorrow.” And with that, Willy Wonka removed his pants with a smirk. Usually, Charlie’s parents and grandparents had been forced to watch, but Willy had killed them all and used their remains as seasoning for a new type of candy, Scrumdidllyumptious Green Soylet Surprise. Tonight would be Charlie’s first night alone.

      “Please, Mr. Wonka, please don’t!” Charlie gave out one last sob of beligerrence, but the Candyman tore off the young boy’s trousers with no senses of regret. “Let’s see, what do we have hear today? Is there a treat for me? I most certainly hope there is,” said Mr.Wonka as we delved his thumb and two fingers into Charlie’s anus. Forcing them in until they were at the knuckle, Willy moved his hand around, as if he was searching for something. Then, his hand stopped, suddenly.

      “EUREKA! I found it!!!” Removing his fingers, Charlie saw that firmly clutched in Mr. Wonka’s hand was an everlasting gobstopper that Wonka had placed in there last night. Taking a lick, Mr. Wonka declared “It tastes just as delicious as the day I made it, although I don’t know how I got so much corn on the shell formula.” Wonka said the last line with a wink at Charlie, as if he expected him to laugh.

      “Oh well, time for business.” And with that, Willy Wonka dropped the gobstopper to his side and began to slide his PENIS into Charlie’s now-loose asshole. Charlie let out a small tear and he began to grunt with every thrust. He must escape this madness. He must kill Willy Wonka.

      But there were no knives in his home, in his prison. There were no guns or swords or matches, or anything. Everything that was needed was done for you by an oompa-loompa.

      “Charlie, in a few minutes I’m going to place this in your mouth. I think you should like it, it’s flavored with an exlusive mix of Charlie Bucket chocolate. Thanks for not wiping, baby.”

      Charlie had given himself poor anal hygeiene in an attempt to scare Wonka away, but Willy ignored it and fucked him all the same, except now with more facials.

      Charlie desperatly wanted out of this hell, and by now he was willing to go through any plan he could in order to escape. And that’s when he saw it. Next to Wonka’s shaking knees was a gobstopper. Charlie moved his hands back as if to play with Willy, but as soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the gobstopper and swallowed it hole. The taste was revolting, but he had grown used to the taste and smell of his own anal production, so it passed into his throat with no problem. And in his throat is where it lodged.

      By the time Willy Wonka had figured out Charlie was dead, he had already came in the young child’s asshole, wondering why the child did not let loose a barage of tears telling him to pull out.

      Placing his PENIS in Charlie’s mouth, he noticed the boy’s flesh to be unusually cold and his tongue to be unresponsive. Fucking him orally anyway, Willy Wonka knew exactly what to do with his apprentice.

      He called out to the worker oompa-loompas and told them to take care of the body as they pleased, to which the oompa loompas chuckled and exchanged mischevious smiles. At once, he signaled for the Chief Loompa. Making motions, Wonka spoke to him.

      “Another one has died.”

      “So, what should I do, sir?”

      “Distribute the memory eraser chocolate, again,”

      “And then, boss?”

      “Tell the world that my factory is opening it’s doors to the public after 15 years of life as a hermit. And make sure only boys find the gold this time!11111111111111111111111111111!!!!!!”

      • “No! Please, stay away! Not tonight…” Charlie cried as he buried his tears in his pillow.

        “Oh yes, tonight. Tonight, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and a hundred nights stretching before that ending at the day you came to live with me. Tonight, just like tomorrow.” And with that, Willy Wonka removed his pants with a smirk. Usually, Charlie’s parents and grandparents had been forced to watch, but Willy had killed them all and used their remains as seasoning for a new type of candy, Scrumdidllyumptious Green Soylet Surprise. Tonight would be Charlie’s first night alone.

        “Please, Mr. Wonka, please don’t!” Charlie gave out one last sob of beligerrence, but the Candyman tore off the young boy’s trousers with no senses of regret. “Let’s see, what do we have hear today? Is there a treat for me? I most certainly hope there is,” said Mr.Wonka as we delved his thumb and two fingers into Charlie’s anus. Forcing them in until they were at the knuckle, Willy moved his hand around, as if he was searching for something. Then, his hand stopped, suddenly.

        “EUREKA! I found it!!!” Removing his fingers, Charlie saw that firmly clutched in Mr. Wonka’s hand was an everlasting gobstopper that Wonka had placed in there last night. Taking a lick, Mr. Wonka declared “It tastes just as delicious as the day I made it, although I don’t know how I got so much corn on the shell formula.” Wonka said the last line with a wink at Charlie, as if he expected him to laugh.

        “Oh well, time for business.” And with that, Willy Wonka dropped the gobstopper to his side and began to slide his PENIS into Charlie’s now-loose asshole. Charlie let out a small tear and he began to grunt with every thrust. He must escape this madness. He must kill Willy Wonka.

        But there were no knives in his home, in his prison. There were no guns or swords or matches, or anything. Everything that was needed was done for you by an oompa-loompa.

        “Charlie, in a few minutes I’m going to place this in your mouth. I think you should like it, it’s flavored with an exlusive mix of Charlie Bucket chocolate. Thanks for not wiping, baby.”

        Charlie had given himself poor anal hygeiene in an attempt to scare Wonka away, but Willy ignored it and fucked him all the same, except now with more facials.

        Charlie desperatly wanted out of this hell, and by now he was willing to go through any plan he could in order to escape. And that’s when he saw it. Next to Wonka’s shaking knees was a gobstopper. Charlie moved his hands back as if to play with Willy, but as soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the gobstopper and swallowed it hole. The taste was revolting, but he had grown used to the taste and smell of his own anal production, so it passed into his throat with no problem. And in his throat is where it lodged.

        By the time Willy Wonka had figured out Charlie was dead, he had already came in the young child’s asshole, wondering why the child did not let loose a barage of tears telling him to pull out.

        Placing his PENIS in Charlie’s mouth, he noticed the boy’s flesh to be unusually cold and his tongue to be unresponsive. Fucking him orally anyway, Willy Wonka knew exactly what to do with his apprentice.

        He called out to the worker oompa-loompas and told them to take care of the body as they pleased, to which the oompa loompas chuckled and exchanged mischevious smiles. At once, he signaled for the Chief Loompa. Making motions, Wonka spoke to him.

        “Another one has died.”

        “So, what should I do, sir?”

        “Distribute the memory eraser chocolate, again,”

        “And then, boss111!!!1!?”

        “Tell the world that my factory is opening it’s doors to the public after 15 years of life as a hermit. And make sure only boys find the gold this time!!”

        • “No! Please, stay away! Not tonight…” Charlie cried as he buried his tears in his pillow.

          “Oh yes, tonight. Tonight, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and a hundred nights stretching before that ending at the day you came to live with me. Tonight, just like tomorrow.” And with that, Willy Wonka removed his pants with a smirk. Usually, Charlie’s parents and grandparents had been forced to watch, but Willy had killed them all and used their remains as seasoning for a new type of candy, Scrumdidllyumptious Green Soylet Surprise. Tonight would be Charlie’s first night alone.

          “Please, Mr. Wonka, please don’t!” Charlie gave out one last sob of beligerrence, but the Candyman tore off the young boy’s trousers with no senses of regret. “Let’s see, what do we have hear today? Is there a treat for me? I most certainly hope there is,” said Mr.Wonka as we delved his thumb and two fingers into Charlie’s anus. Forcing them in until they were at the knuckle, Willy moved his hand around, as if he was searching for something. Then, his hand stopped, suddenly.

          “EUREKA! I found it!!!” Removing his fingers, Charlie saw that firmly clutched in Mr. Wonka’s hand was an everlasting gobstopper that Wonka had placed in there last night. Taking a lick, Mr. Wonka declared “It tastes just as delicious as the day I made it, although I don’t know how I got so much corn on the shell formula.” Wonka said the last line with a wink at Charlie, as if he expected him to laugh.

          “Oh well, time for business.” And with that, Willy Wonka dropped the gobstopper to his side and began to slide his PENIS into Charlie’s now-loose asshole. Charlie let out a small tear and he began to grunt with every thrust. He must escape this madness. He must kill Willy Wonka.

          But there were no knives in his home, in his prison. There were no guns or swords or matches, or anything. Everything that was needed was done for you by an oompa-loompa.

          “Charlie, in a few minutes I’m going to place this in your mouth. I think you should like it, it’s flavored with an exlusive mix of Charlie Bucket chocolate. Thanks for not wiping, baby.”

          Charlie had given himself poor anal hygeiene in an attempt to scare Wonka away, but Willy ignored it and fucked him all the same, except now with more facials.

          Charlie desperatly wanted out of this hell, and by now he was willing to go through any plan he could in order to escape. And that’s when he saw it. Next to Wonka’s shaking knees was a gobstopper. Charlie moved his hands back as if to play with Willy, but as soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the gobstopper and swallowed it hole. The taste was revolting, but he had grown used to the taste and smell of his own anal production, so it passed into his throat with no problem. And in his throat is where it lodged.

          By the time Willy Wonka had figured out Charlie was dead, he had already came in the young child’s asshole, wondering why the child did not let loose a barage of tears telling him to pull out.

          Placing his PENIS in Charlie’s mouth, he noticed the boy’s flesh to be unusually cold and his tongue to be unresponsive. Fucking him orally anyway, Willy Wonka knew exactly what to do with his apprentice.

          He called out to the worker oompa-loompas and told them to take care of the body as they pleased, to which the oompa loompas chuckled and exchanged mischevious smiles. At once, he signaled for the Chief Loompa. Making motions, Wonka spoke to him.

          “Another one has died.”

          “So, what should I do, sir?”

          “Distribute the memory eraser chocolate, again,”

          “And then, boss?”

          “Tell the world that my factory is opening it’s doors to the public after 15 years of life as a hermit. And make sure only boys find the gold this time1111!!!1!!!!!!”

    • “No! Please, stay away! Not tonight…” Charlie cried as he buried his tears in his pillow.

      “Oh yes, tonight. Tonight, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and a hundred nights stretching before that ending at the day you came to live with me. Tonight, just like tomorrow.” And with that, Willy Wonka removed his pants with a smirk. Usually, Charlie’s parents and grandparents had been forced to watch, but Willy had killed them all and used their remains as seasoning for a new type of candy, Scrumdidllyumptious Green Soylet Surprise. Tonight would be Charlie’s first night alone.

      “Please, Mr. Wonka, please don’t!” Charlie gave out one last sob of beligerrence, but the Candyman tore off the young boy’s trousers with no senses of regret. “Let’s see, what do we have hear today? Is there a treat for me? I most certainly hope there is,” said Mr.Wonka as we delved his thumb and two fingers into Charlie’s anus. Forcing them in until they were at the knuckle, Willy moved his hand around, as if he was searching for something. Then, his hand stopped, suddenly.

      “EUREKA! I found it!!!” Removing his fingers, Charlie saw that firmly clutched in Mr. Wonka’s hand was an everlasting gobstopper that Wonka had placed in there last night. Taking a lick, Mr. Wonka declared “It tastes just as delicious as the day I made it, although I don’t know how I got so much corn on the shell formula.” Wonka said the last line with a wink at Charlie, as if he expected him to laugh.

      “Oh well, time for business.” And with that, Willy Wonka dropped the gobstopper to his side and began to slide his PENIS into Charlie’s now-loose asshole. Charlie let out a small tear and he began to grunt with every thrust. He must escape this madness. He must kill Willy Wonka.

      But there were no knives in his home, in his prison. There were no guns or swords or matches, or anything. Everything that was needed was done for you by an oompa-loompa.

      “Charlie, in a few minutes I’m going to place this in your mouth. I think you should like it, it’s flavored with an exlusive mix of Charlie Bucket chocolate. Thanks for not wiping, baby.”

      Charlie had given himself poor anal hygeiene in an attempt to scare Wonka away, but Willy ignored it and fucked him all the same, except now with more facials.

      Charlie desperatly wanted out of this hell, and by now he was willing to go through any plan he could in order to escape. And that’s when he saw it. Next to Wonka’s shaking knees was a gobstopper. Charlie moved his hands back as if to play with Willy, but as soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the gobstopper and swallowed it hole. The taste was revolting, but he had grown used to the taste and smell of his own anal production, so it passed into his throat with no problem. And in his throat is where it lodged.

      By the time Willy Wonka had figured out Charlie was dead, he had already came in the young child’s asshole, wondering why the child did not let loose a barage of tears telling him to pull out.

      Placing his PENIS in Charlie’s mouth, he noticed the boy’s flesh to be unusually cold and his tongue to be unresponsive. Fucking him orally anyway, Willy Wonka knew exactly what to do with his apprentice.

      He called out to the worker oompa-loompas and told them to take care of the body as they pleased, to which the oompa loompas chuckled and exchanged mischevious smiles. At once, he signaled for the Chief Loompa. Making motions, Wonka spoke to him.

      “Another one has died.”

      “So, what should I do, sir?”

      “Distribute the memory eraser chocolate, again,”

      “And then, boss?”

      “Tell the world that my factory is opening it’s doors to the public after 15 years of life as a hermit. And make sure only boys find the gold this time111111111111111111111111111111111111111111!!”

      • “No! Please, stay away! Not tonight…” Charlie cried as he buried his tears in his pillow.

        “Oh yes, tonight. Tonight, just like yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and a hundred nights stretching before that ending at the day you came to live with me. Tonight, just like tomorrow.” And with that, Willy Wonka removed his pants with a smirk. Usually, Charlie’s parents and grandparents had been forced to watch, but Willy had killed them all and used their remains as seasoning for a new type of candy, Scrumdidllyumptious Green Soylet Surprise. Tonight would be Charlie’s first night alone.

        “Please, Mr. Wonka, please don’t!” Charlie gave out one last sob of beligerrence, but the Candyman tore off the young boy’s trousers with no senses of regret. “Let’s see, what do we have hear today? Is there a treat for me? I most certainly hope there is,” said Mr.Wonka as we delved his thumb and two fingers into Charlie’s anus. Forcing them in until they were at the knuckle, Willy moved his hand around, as if he was searching for something. Then, his hand stopped, suddenly.

        “EUREKA! I found it!!!” Removing his fingers, Charlie saw that firmly clutched in Mr. Wonka’s hand was an everlasting gobstopper that Wonka had placed in there last night. Taking a lick, Mr. Wonka declared “It tastes just as delicious as the day I made it, although I don’t know how I got so much corn on the shell formula.” Wonka said the last line with a wink at Charlie, as if he expected him to laugh.

        “Oh well, time for business.” And with that, Willy Wonka dropped the gobstopper to his side and began to slide his PENIS into Charlie’s now-loose asshole. Charlie let out a small tear and he began to grunt with every thrust. He must escape this madness. He must kill Willy Wonka.

        But there were no knives in his home, in his prison. There were no guns or swords or matches, or anything. Everything that was needed was done for you by an oompa-loompa.

        “Charlie, in a few minutes I’m going to place this in your mouth. I think you should like it, it’s flavored with an exlusive mix of Charlie Bucket chocolate. Thanks for not wiping, baby.”

        Charlie had given himself poor anal hygeiene in an attempt to scare Wonka away, but Willy ignored it and fucked him all the same, except now with more facials.

        Charlie desperatly wanted out of this hell, and by now he was willing to go through any plan he could in order to escape. And that’s when he saw it. Next to Wonka’s shaking knees was a gobstopper. Charlie moved his hands back as if to play with Willy, but as soon as he was close enough, he grabbed the gobstopper and swallowed it hole. The taste was revolting, but he had grown used to the taste and smell of his own anal production, so it passed into his throat with no problem. And in his throat is where it lodged.

        By the time Willy Wonka had figured out Charlie was dead, he had already came in the young child’s asshole, wondering why the child did not let loose a barage of tears telling him to pull out.

        Placing his PENIS in Charlie’s mouth, he noticed the boy’s flesh to be unusually cold and his tongue to be unresponsive. Fucking him orally anyway, Willy Wonka knew exactly what to do with his apprentice.

        He called out to the worker oompa-loompas and told them to take care of the body as they pleased, to which the oompa loompas chuckled and exchanged mischevious smiles. At once, he signaled for the Chief Loompa. Making motions, Wonka spoke to him.

        “Another one has died.”

        “So, what should I do, sir?”

        “Distribute the memory eraser chocolate, again,”

        “And then, boss!111!!1!?”

        “Tell the world that my factory is opening it’s doors to the public after 15 years of life as a hermit. And make sure only boys find the gold this time1111!!1!!”

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