As if James' reaching for this path wasn't evidence and obvious enough the omnipresent voice spoke as if to ask the iconic question 'Is that your final answer?' It was different than the normal voice though, definitively so as this time the voice was female. A curious change to say the least.
'Why the sudden change?' He thought to himself.
While the voice heard in the introductions of the games never had an obvious gender, or even pitch. It was a common conjecture that the voice came from the character's heart. This theory if it were the case would likely mean that the voice for him would always be male. Perhaps to some he would have been looking too deeply into it. Especially considering the fact that this was all still just a dream. The bizarre change though definitely bugged him.
Then that brought to mind the second thing that he didn't fully understand. What did the voice mean by the path was incomplete? Did that mean that he was going to be opening a path that didn't go anywhere? Or did he have to open it in order to find that out? So many things about this strange twist to the normal Dive into the Heart sequence confused him. However, there really was only one way to move forward.
"Yes, open it," He stated, again as if it hadn't been obvious already that had been his intention.
Dawn slowly opened her eyes to the light. She felt as she was moving vertical, feet above her head, but she was still. The feeling she felt, the air was gentle. It calmed her heart.The sun light was as gentle as the air.
'Am I falling? What is happening? Am I awake? No. This is certainly not normal.'
She closed her eyes as she continued 'falling' into the water below. Despite going through the ocean water. Dawn was still calm. Whatever this 'dream' was, it was safe. It almost felt nostalgic. She opened her eyes as her body moved on it's own accord, right side up. Dawn's feet touched the water. Ripples flowed around her at her touching point. It was dark. Then birds, doves, flew up around her. She raised her arms protecting herself from stray feathers that were scattered.
Now where she stood was all light. However, Dawn's eyes locked onto a single feather that flew in front of her, her eyes then catching site on the three paths.
What path will you choose?'
Dawn looked at the three paths. One of pure light, one of darkness. While one in between. Neutral.
'I must go...'
Without a second thought Dawn walked to the path of light. She didn't know why. She just felt drawn to it. Like her heart was telling her it was right as she continued forward.
The path curves up slightly, and leads to a platform in the distance. This path is well-lit, but on either side it drops off into darkness. You can see a good distance down, due to the amount of light coming from both the path and the platform up ahead, but the light only shows so much, and the bottom is obscured by darkness. You can also see the sides of the platform you're approaching, an attractive mosaic-like pattern that is also lit up. At some point while making your ascent, you'll notice that the path is disappearing behind you. It keeps pace with your movement, and you know it won't disappear from under you while you walk.
The platform is well lit, and holds a mosaic-like image of you. It looks like it's made out of stained glass. In the image, your eyes are closed.
When you walk into the middle of the station, three weapons appear around you. A sword, a shield, and a rod. They hover in the air.
Choose one. Discard one.
[ James | Station of Reflection | Number 11 ]
The number 11 glows brightly before disappearing. As it does so, James would feel a heavy tug at his heart, like something was taken from him, a necessary exchange to unlock this path. An inspection of himself would find nothing out of place physically, no loss of health, no less strength, but something was taken. Without James, the path would have remained sealed.
A path did appear. It was a path that glowed with its own light, and it continued on for a ways, curving slightly to the right, before ending abruptly. Ahead another station is visible. The station blinks in and out of existence. There are numbers on it as well, the same as where you left, and you can make out a person. The station changes each time it blinks, as does the person on it. It's far enough away to be hard to make out the details of who is on the platform, but it's clear that the person changes each time that it blinks. Every now and then you can see two people. _____________________________________________________________
- The blinking platform is shifting between everyone who is already on the Station of Reflection. - It blinks about every 20 seconds - You can see and hear each other, but you're far away. Also, blinks every 20 seconds, so the person on the platform switches every 20 seconds - Whoever is staring directly at number 11 for more than a minute will be able to see/hear James (you don't have to be right up next to the number)
[ Kyle | Station of Reflection ]
The heartless was dazed from the fall, and already wounded from before. Kyle's attacks destroyed it, although it was hard to tell which one had done the finally blow, as the attacks happened one right after the other quickly.
Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 12:36 pm
[ Kyle : Station of Reflection ]
Kyle’s scream of frustration continued on for a short moment after the Shadow erupted into black vapor, though as it ended it was quickly replaced with labored breathing. His chest heaved, his arms felt heavy, he could hear his own heartbeat pulsing in his ears, and for a few seconds, he was stuck in the same position as when he’d unleashed the attack, trying to recompose himself. Nothing was going well. He was trapped on a station with nothing but incomplete pathways, Heartless were now randomly appearing, and he had no idea how long he was supposed to remain—
“What the hell?”
The sound of someone else’s voice on the otherwise deathly mute platform finally registered, snapping him back to his senses, and in as fast a motion as his previous attack, he contorted his body to face the intruder. In the flash of motion, he had switched to a defensive sideways stance so that his left side was closer to the potential enemy, his empty left hand was reaching out as if to grab at them, and his right arm was pulled back, still holding the rod, ready to attack.
He did not expect to see a person, curled up in what he perceived as fear.
“Who are you?!” he barked, not taking any chances; his expression was still hostile, if somewhat guarded as opposed to furious. “What are you doing here?!”
[cue= [url=https://youtu.be/y_Dgj83Q-50]Dust to Dust]
Dawn slowly followed up the path. Her eyes drifted around the surroundings as she moved forward. Everything was dark, though there was something else there through the reflecting light. Dawn just couldn't see what it was, it was still too dark.
'Is this right? Is this the right path?'
The girl paused, suddenly unsure of herself. She turned to look behind her. Thinking it would of been wiser to of followed a different path. However, the path she had just been on was now gone.
'Too late now. It seems....'
Dawn sighed softly to herself and continued forward. It was not too much longer that she arrived at an illuminated platform. She gasped slightly, staring at the image displayed on it. It was her. Resting soundly, it appeared. She was cradling a blue rose in both hands at her chest.
'Is this a dream?'
She walked forward, looking at the strange picture as she did. Dawn almost jumped when the three weapons appeared. She looked at them questioningly. The sword looked mighty, something a warrior would wield. The shield strong, something that was meant to protect. The wand looked powerful, something that a strong mage would use.
Choose one. Discard one.
Dawn looked up as if searching for the commanding, yet gentle voice. Then her eyes drifted back to the weapons before her, once again.
'I am no warrior...'
She looked at the sword for a moment.
'....but, I want the power to fight. To protect and heal....'
She shook her head and walked over to the wand and picked it up in her hands. At the same moment the sword disappeared from where it once was.
Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 5:51 pm
[ Dawn | Station of Awakening ]
The choices being made, the final dream weapon disappears as well. All of the pedestals have sunk back into the ground. Upon their disappearance, you become aware of magic. It's as if it's always been there, and you are just now recognizing it for what it is.
You are now aware of your abilities.
With this recognition comes the knowledge that you can summon your chosen dream weapon at will. It disappeared when you grabbed it, but if you call, it will return.
The spot where the last pedestal sunk into the ground is still dark. It begins to move, and two claws reach up from the ground. A shadow heartless pulls itself up onto the station. It's never still, bobbing, looking around, drawn to your heart. Yellow eyes fix upon you, and the creature lunges at you with its claws. _____________________________________________________________
Attack Strength: 23
Dream Weapon: 0 points (no added bonus to attacks or defense, just your STR stat + D20 roll)
The wand Dawn picked up, disappeared in a glittery light. She closed her eyes in the moment holding her hands to her chest. At the same time the pedestals that held the weapons all disappeared.
You are now aware of your abilities.
"Yes..." Dawn spoke, for the first time as she opened her eyes with the feel of the magic around her.
She looked over her shoulder when movement caught her eye. Dawn glanced over at the little Shadow Heartless that had appeared when she wasn't paying attention. The same moment she took an instinctive step back, the creature jumped at her to attack. Quickly, she jumped out of the way to avoid the hit.
Before it could recover, she had her wand back in her hand and swung it at the Heartless like it was a golf ball.
[Defense against Heartless: 13(D20)+10=23 Dawn's attack on Heartless: 2(D20)+10=12]
Posted: Thu Oct 15, 2015 10:54 pm
Song Yi Kim : Kyle's Station of Reflection HP: 100/100 | ATK: 10 | DEF: 10
The fetal position hadn't originally been taken out of fear, but it might as well have been now. Song cringed at the offensive gesture. In a sense, she was lucky that her reactions were returning to their original slowness. In the few moments she had to process her situation, she didn't think to connect the extended hand with the grabbing attack Kyle had demonstrated earlier. Instead, Kyle's entire form just melded into something threatening, scary, and somewhere around the top of the list of things Song should definitely not trigger.
In all honesty, though, Kyle's stance wasn't so bad. It had caused Song to pull back, but it wasn't what caused the cringe to follow, the cringe that had her instinctively duck her head and do whatever else she could to appear smaller than she already was. No, it was his voice, his hoarse shout likely birthed by some distressed combination of desperation and paranoia. Of course, Song didn't have quite enough presence of mind to attribute such a fancy description to the bark. No, all Song's mind registered was that someone was angrily demanding something of her. Maybe some vague notion of how this was the first time, in her unreliable memory, that someone besides family openly threatened her was also floating around in her mind amidst the turmoil of decisions battling it out.
Apparently being demanded answers by someone who seemed ready to kill while wearing nothing but ripped pjs wasn't bad enough. Song felt funky now as well. She couldn't quite put into words what it was that felt funky, not like she had the time, but if she had the time to make a comparison, then she would describe it as a headache. Except her head wasn't hurting. It simply didn't feel like it was working normally.
Her mind struggling, Song had a hard time figuring out how she should answer Kyle's demands, or if she should answer at all. In the end, she chose and managed to eke out an answer, if only because the part of her mind that was acting through everything as if it was an rp recognized that in a situation like this, a response would be preferred to continue the flow of the rp.
Her eyes had never turned away from the stranger even with the weird signals her brain was receiving. Sure, part of her wanted to close her eyes from all the scary things, but her curiosity and fear of the unknown won out. If she was going to get hit, she wanted to know when and what in the slight hope that maybe she could dodge it? Although, she didn't think she could hold up the whole watching thing while getting beat up, and there was no doubt in Song's pessimistic mind that she was going to most definitely lose any pvp fight she had to take part in.
As Song gave her response, she continued to cautiously watch Kyle, "Song… I am. I mean I am Song and… um… I'm sorry." Her eyes left Kyle to scrutinize the rest of the platform. Something was off but she just couldn't put her finger… Ah, she got it now and it was almost immediately vocalized, "This platform… I thought I fell from mine but… how? I mean, I'm sorry. What I mean is I'm sure I took the dark path but isn't this the path to light or the middle path? Ah, am I even making sense? I'm sorry if I'm not. I'll uh… yeah." Song's voice trailed off as she realized she was suddenly talking a lot about potentially nothing that made sense to her listener.
The Power of the Guardian. Kindness to Aid Friends. A Shield to Repel All.
Actions - Ability:
n/a
Attack:
n/a (10+roll=) > Heartless
Charge:
Haste (1 charge)
[ The user gives extra actions to any number of targets for three rounds. The total number of extra actions that may be given is the number of points invested into Haste divided by 10. E.g. At 10 points, the user may only give one target on extra action but at 20 points, the user may give one target two extra actions or two targets one extra action each. Haste cannot be stacked and recasting Haste on a target that is already affected by a Haste buff replaces the old buff with the new buff. ]
Defend:
n/a (10+roll=) > Heartless Attack
Passives Plot Armor ~ Important NPC
[ Being knocked to 0 hit points or lower doesn't make Song keel over. She rises back on her next post with a vengeance, or would if she wasn't so cowardly and passive, at 1 hp and in perfectly normal condition (no status effects, buffs, debuffs, etc.). After being activated, plot armor goes on cooldown until Song manages to heal back up to at least a quarter of her health. ]
Her hesitation was clear as day, her fear almost as much so, though she held no terrified expression. Kyle wasn't an 'empath' in the same sense that Bobbi claimed to be, but he recognized emotions when he saw them—people experienced in hiding their emotions could usually do so, he was no expert, but their social cues changed, their reactions differed, the vibes they gave off felt particular. He wasn't an empath—he was just receptive. And this girl was radiating tension and apprehension because of him and his reaction to her. Instinctively, he softened his stance, but his consciousness caught him before it was softened beyond mere notability. If she was real—and he was acting under the presumption that this entire thing was real, not a dream—then she was probably just another person trapped. After all, here she was in her pajamas—so it had started with sleep, to be sure, just like the games. She just hadn't insisted on clothing the moment she entered.
Still, perceived vulnerability or not, he couldn't be sure to trust her. This was just some strange girl who'd appeared with a Heartless at his back. Had she summoned it? Or had she simply brought it with her when she... fell? He was pretty sure she'd fallen, as the thud had been unmistakably heavy when everything had happened, and his landing had been much lighter. But, while that might mean she'd come from the path of Light, none of it was provable. He didn't know her intentions. He didn't know how she'd gotten there. And, logical hypothesis aside, he didn't know which path she'd chosen—this world worked in odd ways.
That, of course, was all about to clear up pretty quickly.
He registered the name and the voice. He'd only ever 'met' a single person with a name like that, and her voice was pretty much instantly recognizable. High pitch with an odd accent or intonation, he couldn't peg which, just that certain sounds came out uniquely as opposed to a standard American accent. Yeah, this was definitely her. Mentally, his guard fell, and his expression faded from anger into cautionary analysis, though he kept the stance out of sheer consistency. Song was an innocent enough girl—well, young woman—and by the sounds of it, she'd simply fallen from her own station, taking the Heartless with her. There probably wasn't—
Her following statements quickly brought the tension back full-force, the previously noticeable softness disappearing entirely to the earlier reverted wall of defensive will. His eyes narrowed as his analytic expression hardened in suspicion.
She took the dark path...?
Just what are you hiding?
He didn't lower his weapon, and he didn't pull back his hand. He didn't budge at all as she finished talking; she could have noticed the varied shifts in his disposition as she'd spoken, but in the end, they had wound up almost right back where they'd started—minus the fairly concerning overflow of anger, of course.
“You picked the dark path?” he asked, the wariness in his tone questioning much more than just what he spoke. He searched her face for any micro-expression, any slight twitch, any attempt to veil or disguise her reaction. “Why?”
Song Yi Kim : Kyle's Station of Reflection HP: 100/100 | ATK: 10 | DEF: 10
Song's mind felt like it was settling, like it was getting used to whatever funkiness had struck it initially. A settled mind combined with Kyle no longer screaming bloody murder allowed Song to faintly recognize his voice. Her memory being what it was, she couldn't quite place it, but she could have sworn she had heard it before. she tried to place the voice, . As someone who had a terrible time remembering names, placing the face was the first method of identification she jumped to. Although, having never seen Kyle's actual face, she failed to identify him with her primary method.
Of course, identifying a face meant that Song was looking at it, but she only tried to identify it while Kyle was talking his most recent string of words, as previously the anger that colored his voice and the funkiness in Song's head made it quite difficult for Song to recognize the graduate student's voice as a familiar one. Still, just before her eyes had left to take in the platform she was standing on, she had recognized a slight softening in Kyle's face, but when her eyes returned to identify Kyle, the hardness had returned. No expert in reading facial expressions, the second wall of defensive will that shrouded Kyle's expressions appeared identical to the first, so identical that Song figured she must have misremembered the softened expression she had seen previously.
Song tried to look at the bright side of things as Kyle's abrasive questioning continued, Her expression didn't really show any signs of change. A slight crease in her brows as she directed a squint at Kyle, her attempt at identifying him, had formed and there was a slight raise of the chin as she moved her face so that her eyes wouldn't have to stay rolled up to keep Kyle in their line of sight. The firmly closed lips, when her mouth wasn't moving to speak, remained closed in a straight line as they had been since Kyle's first shout at Song. Her eyes now showed less blatant fear and more wariness now that it looked like Kyle wasn't going to be striking her.
was the first thought that crossed Song's mind after the question regarding Kyle's face. Her ability to heed her own advice, however, was another matter. As far as she knew, she didn't think she done anything wrong, but that was how these situations often were. Song didn't think what she did was wrong, but her dad did. Usually, Song knew what it was her dad thought was wrong and why. It was knowledge that came with living with him for her entire life. However, she didn't have the luxury of such insight this time around. Although, she had a hunch. After all, it wasn't that hard to see what people had against the dark path in Kingdom Hearts. It was sort of like the Slytherin House in Harry Potter or the Dark Side in Star Wars. There was, as usual, a negative stigma attached to darkness.
However, "You know, do you play Kingdom Hearts? This place we're in looks a lot like it's from that game, so I've been using what I know of the game as a guide. I may be wrong, but I remember reading somewhere that darkness and light in Kingdom Hearts isn't straight up evil. It just has a… um… what was that word again? Well, it just has a that for evil." Just like Harry Potter's Slytherin (Song didn't know enough about Star Wars to say anything about the Dark Side), the darkness of Kingdom Hearts wasn't completely evil. It just had a tendency for evil. Call it overconfidence or recklessness, but Song was pretty sure she wouldn't actually become evil for choosing the dark path. She couldn't bring herself to create a twisted, evil rpc, much less imagined herself as capable of becoming some evil threat. Maybe comedic evil henchman at most?
Then again, Song had no authority for her assumption that Kyle was so hostile to her because he thought she was some sort of evil munchkin. It just seemed likely and she felt it would clutter her answer too much if she added in that question. Not to mention, she was far too scared of him to venture a question. It was much easier to offer a statement with as much of a poker face as she could manage.
Although, Song did realize that she hadn't answered the question. Before Kyle could yell at her for not answering, she quickly added in, "I picked the dark path because reasons, a lot of them, mostly sort of just because. I always pick neutral so I wanted to change myself but I disliked having to choose. I didn't having anything on me to randomize the choice, so I figured I'd go downhill. I'd get to see what was on the dark path because the light path up seemed a lot like what Sora took, and almost any Kingdom Hearts fan knows what happens to Sora on his path. If the dark path really was evil, then I'd just try my best to resist it and maybe I'd end up understanding both paths? Plus, darkness had the dark portals, so I thought it'd be cool to be able to learn how to use them."
As she was still under pressure, Song's lips were still held tightly together in a straight line, the closest thing she had to a frown. Her eyes, as she talked, had moved away from Kyle's face to stare at the darkness beyond his shoulder, but they would periodically return to look him in the eyes to show that she was being earnest. She was sort of proud of how smoothly she had spoken her thoughts. It could have easily ended in stutters and a severe overdose of vague "that"s and embarrassingly Californian "like"s. It hadn't, though, and while what she said was hardly eloquent, just it coming out without too many stutters and hiccups was amazing. However, Song didn't let her sense of achievement show through to her face. That would not be a good thing to happen.
Then she hiccupped. A small, startled squeak rattled through her whole body. Another one followed, creating the same clenching feeling in the chest that the first one did. By the third hiccup, Song had her hand over her close mouth muffling the hiccups that continued to cause small jumps in her body, Her eyes were wide and apologetic as they stared solidly at the ground, too embarrassed to look elsewhere. She would try to hold her breath in the hopes that it would stop the hiccups, but she doubted it would actually work. It almost never did.
The Power of the Guardian. Kindness to Aid Friends. A Shield to Repel All.
. Actions - Ability:
n/a
Attack:
n/a (10+roll=) > Heartless
Charge:
Haste (1 charge)
[ The user gives extra actions to any number of targets for three rounds. The total number of extra actions that may be given is the number of points invested into Haste divided by 10. E.g. At 10 points, the user may only give one target on extra action but at 20 points, the user may give one target two extra actions or two targets one extra action each. Haste cannot be stacked and recasting Haste on a target that is already affected by a Haste buff replaces the old buff with the new buff. ]
Defend:
n/a (10+roll=) > Heartless Attack
Passives Plot Armor ~ Important NPC
[ Being knocked to 0 hit points or lower doesn't make Song keel over. She rises back on her next post with a vengeance, or would if she wasn't so cowardly and passive, at 1 hp and in perfectly normal condition (no status effects, buffs, debuffs, etc.). After being activated, plot armor goes on cooldown until Song manages to heal back up to at least a quarter of her health. ]
She studied him and his station, and he studied her doing so. It was more tense than he was particularly fond of, if he was being quite honest with himself, but he didn't want to take any chances. Maybe this was Song, but she chose darkness—chose it know what it was, what it meant. There were only two foreseeable reasons why someone would willingly enter the darkness when other options were available. Either they welcomed malevolence, or they were foolishly self-assured to a fault. Song had never struck him as either, so he was having an issue of reconciling the two of them: the Song he knew, and the Song before him. Maybe it was a different woman after all? Maybe Song was a more popular name from her culture than he was aware, like John or William in English.
As she spoke, however, he felt entirely reassured in his assumption—this was definitely the Song he knew. He wasn't simply judging that from her voice or intonation, but the way she spoke, the way she rambled on, talking about game guides. That felt like the same young woman he played Pathfinder with, so bound to the rules of the books. Still, her initial response did little to comfort or assuage him. An excuse—an evasion of an actual answer, a preemptive, preconstructed response used in an effort to make the actual answer seem more reasonable, more understandable; an argument paper's attempt at a pathos connection with its audience, at best. One did not simply evade the evader.
When she continued, his hardened gaze transitioned into one more aptly described, perhaps, as disdain. His jaw slackened, his shoulders dropped slightly, and the general tension in his body faded away, though his stance remained as it was.
Well, he was both right and wrong, it seemed—somehow, that was even more frustrating. Immediately, he knew how he wanted to respond, but he let the silence speak for itself for a few moments, let her words linger while he made sure he had his lined up properly. His chest, at least, wasn't quite so constricted anymore, his heartbeat, at last, not so heavy, not so hard. But hell if his head didn't throb with the coming headache anyway. He couldn't—or rather didn't want to—believe her explanation. There was just... no way. Reasons? Just because? Was she truly so careless, so ignorant, so...
With a heavy, tired sigh, he dropped his arms to his side and let the Dream Rod vanish in a glimmer of light. Shortly thereafter, he crossed his arms, watching her sit there as he prepared to talk—except suddenly, she suddenly hiccuped. And again. Clearly wracked with embarrassment, she quickly turned her gaze downward at his glimmering platform, the white-gold desert with its windswept dunes, clear blue sky, strange universe-cube, and tiny, easily missed old-fashioned keyhole. He raised a brow, watching her for a few seconds longer. As her hiccups continued, he mentally shrugged them off and continued on to what he had to say.
“Yes, in the games, it was said that Darkness itself wasn't evil—simply that those who were evil chose to linger there. Though it is also heavily implied that they do so there, and not the Light, for a reason,” he started. Though he knew her, though they may have been friends outside, he couldn't help but take an almost professor-like tone of voice, as if attempting to educate her. He had a bad tendency to do that when the subject was something with which he was intimately aware, and Kingdom Hearts was a subject he spent a decade dealing with. “After all, it is the darkness in a heart that prompts it to evil to begin with—and it is the darkness of that heart that becomes a Heartless when they fall, as they tend to do.”
He paused, gathering his words together for the next part, and tuning out her hiccups all the more. This time, he tried to talk more casually, less professionally. He knew he had a tendency to be a douchebag, so if possible, he tried to avoid it. Admittedly, he was rarely successful. “If you wanted to understand both paths, and you wanted to teleport, you could have simply taken the middle path anyway. Corridors aren't the only in-universe way to teleport, and we know they carry a heavy, tainting risk for anyone with a heart who uses them,” he continued. “Incidentally, we know that because of a fifteen year old boy who casually decided the Darkness couldn't be so bad. Shortly thereafter, without ever realizing he was even falling—because they never do—he was willing to kill a small child, as well as leave his best friend since childhood to die against monsters he created for the sole purpose of killing him.”
He stared at her, his head tilted slightly to the right, one brow lifted while his mouth remained taut; he let the words hang, again, for a few moments. Then he simultaneously sighed, shook his head, and rolled his eyes, turning his gaze—though not his body—back to the numbers that surrounded them. Under his breath, just loud enough to be heard but only barely, he muttered in weary disappointment.“Everyone thinks they're better than the stories.”
Doesn't mean she has to fall. There's still hope.
Hope we've yet to see rewarded without violently knocking the darkness out with magical weapons of light.
Augh.
Wait, there was Terra, right?
Terra was actively trained in the light, and though he had issues with darkness, he still had a common enemy to chase after. His role was never to fall completely—only to let it inside him enough that Master Xehanort could make him a new host. Which happened.
Auuugh.
“I don't suppose you came across the numbers on your path?” he asked, his voice once again at normal volume, tired but otherwise casual. “I haven't checked them all yet, you fell in about halfway through, but they've all so far given the same message: path incomplete, are you sure. Not exactly reassuring.”
The barrier shot up again immediately as the Heartless went for another strike. Oh good, something that is actually going well for once after the terrible Fizz j**z that was her previous attempts to kill this thing. Feather grumbled audibly as she slid her hand against the keyboard, making sure she was tapping all the necessary notes, though not perfectly. Another Power Chord shot out from the giant music note at the Heartless, hoping this is finally going to be the last strike because if it isn’t, Feather is going to strangle the first person she meets. Hope that doesn’t happen…
Cast: Drop the Beat - Tidecaller Heartless Attack- 25 Feather Defense - 10 + D20: 20 = 30 Feather Attack- Power Chord 12 + D20: 16 =28 Current HP: 80/100 [101/1000 words]
[ Luke : Dive Into the Heart : Station of Awakening ]
He tried to jump out of the way of the Shadow's attack, but, never having been the athletic type, failed miserably, taking the brunt of the blow before falling down on the platform. Luckily, it didn't cause him too much harm, and he was ready to try this shield-attack thing again. He scooted backward as fast as he could before awkwardly finding his way back up to his feet, eying the Heartless every other second to make sure that he wasn't going to get clawed again.
I can do this. I can. I am totally gonna win this fight. Otherwise I wouldn't be having this trippy not-quite-dream-thingy, right? Right. So. Just calm down. Okay? Okay. Okay? Okay.
So I'll just pretend that I know which way to bend. I'm gonna tell the whole world that you're mine. So please understand when I see you clap your hands. If you stick around, I'm sure that I'll be fine.
As he held on to his shield for dear life, he took in and let out a series of deep, calming breaths while pacing around the platform, trying to keep his distance from the Shadow. Once he was ready, he finally took three quick steps toward the yellow-eyed creature before jabbing his weapon straight ahead, its face aimed at that of his enemy.
But I don't feel like dancing when the old Joanna plays. My heart could take a chance but my two feet can't find a way. You'd think that I could muster up a little soft shoe gentle sway, but I don't feel like dancing, no sir, no dancing today.
(( 180 words )) ((Current HP: 87)) (( Defense: DEF (10) + D20 roll (5) = 15 (lose, 13 damage) Attack: STR (10) + D20 roll (13) = 23 ))
Posted: Wed Oct 21, 2015 6:25 pm
[ Dawn | Station of Awakening ]
The shadow was unable to dodge away from Dawn's attack, but the blow did not damage it. It reacted quickly, sacrificing strength for speed as it struck out at Dawn with its claws. _______________________________________________________________
Attack: 13 Damage to shadow: 0
[ Feather | Station of Awakening -> Station of Reflection ]
The giant music note collided with the shadow, picking it up for a second and carrying it a few feet before the creature exploded into black ash. For a brief moment, there is silence, there is calm.
Without warning, the station shatters. The only sight as you fall is a pillar below you, the shattered remains of the station above, and blackness all around.
You land on the pillar below without injury. It is a single surface, without the defining lines of a mosaic or stained glass piece. This one holds an image of a desert landscape. If you look at it long enough, the desert image shimmers, and you may be able to make out more shapes and images. Each step you take causes the surface to ripple. The ripples stop when you stop, and the surface clears once again when the ripples reach the edge of the platform and disappear.
Around the edges of the platform are eight glowing numbers, evenly spaced. The numbers are 2, 3, 5, 8, 11, 13, 17, 19. _______________________________________________________________
Damage to shadow: it's dead
- Please describe what type of desert you see. Dune filled, hilly desert? Flat? Yellow sand, white sand? The description is up to you. - If you stare at the image for longer than a few minutes, please stop. Something will happen, and I'll have to post a response. - If you walk up to a number, please stop. Something will happen, and I'll have to post a response.
[ Luke | Station of Awakening ]
Reacting to Luke's approach, the heartless leaped at him; unfortunately for it, its face made solid contact with Luke's weapon. Already on it's last leg, the shadow disintegrated into a cloud of black ash.
Without warning, the station shatters. The only sight as you fall is a pillar below you, the shattered remains of the station above, and blackness all around.
You land on the pillar below without injury. It is a single surface, without the defining lines of a mosaic or stained glass piece. This one holds an image of a desert landscape. If you look at it long enough, the desert image shimmers, and you may be able to make out more shapes and images. Each step you take causes the surface to ripple. The ripples stop when you stop, and the surface clears once again when the ripples reach the edge of the platform and disappear.
Around the edges of the platform are eight glowing numbers, evenly spaced. The numbers are 2, 3, 5, 8, 11, 13, 17, 19. _______________________________________________________________
Damage to shadow: it's dead
- Please describe what type of desert you see. Dune filled, hilly desert? Flat? Yellow sand, white sand? The description is up to you. - If you stare at the image for longer than a few minutes, please stop. Something will happen, and I'll have to post a response. - If you walk up to a number, please stop. Something will happen, and I'll have to post a response.
