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 Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 3:29 pm
[ Kyle : Station of Awakening ]Now this is the Kingdom Hearts I remember. “Is any of this real or not,” indeed.
He wallowed in his analysis as he traversed the liminal space between. Liminal—the word was one of his favorites. Betwixt those states of yes and no, in the interim maybes... dreams, even, were an odd state of liminality. Not conscious, not dead, the mind functioning based entirely on the unbeing and not-nothing. This, though, didn't quite feel so... between.
He was aware that the platforms behind him were vanishing. Not because he looked or noticed or felt, but simply by virtue of assumption: they did so in the games, and if this dream was meant to represent a choice being made, then one simply didn't go backward and redo. Though now, as if doubting his assumptions, he craned his head to the side, saw them disappearing out of the corner of his eye, and grumbled about his anxiety and self-doubt. Still, he pressed onward, undeterred by the emptiness surrounding him. There was light ahead, and he was drawing closer with each step.
Ahead of him was the giant mosaic he had originally expected. He could only barely see how its edges descended into nothing—in the game, it was clear even from afar that the platform was a massive pillar rising from the darkness. He could only speculate that it was the result of his choice; each dive in the game is done by characters who are fully pledged to the light. For a moment—a quick, painful moment—he felt regret. Should he have taken the ascending stairs? How many people would he fail to save now that he was not on the proper heroic path? His chest tightened, his heart pounded against his lungs and ribs, he felt his blood pressure spike, the shame, how much failure had he brought upon himself, how much death had he allowed into the world—
He had stopped a few stepping platforms away from the mosaic, unable to move. It took a long moment and a slow, deep breath before the anxiety released him. He had not yet failed anyone. No one would yet die if it were in his power. He was simply refusing to go by any terms but his own. No obligations, no pressure. He didn't have to be the hero, he just had to be a hero. He would do his best, and he would make the world a better place—but he would do so living his life as he wanted. This was not a case of right or wrong—there was only life, growth, and the journey.
Christ, this is just a dream, anyway. Why am I freaking out? Just a damn dream... Over-analyzing as always.
Taking another deep breath, he walked the final few steps and stepped upon his Station of Awakening, and he knew the final step disappeared as his feet stood planted on the stained glass.
The mosaic was interesting—and admittedly beautiful. Mostly typical, with some personal touches here and there to make it his own. Seeing himself on the platform was weird, of course, but he was thankful that it didn't show any neck irritation or stubble. All the same, it was uncanny—being in a dreamworld too real, experiencing a game scenario too personalized, and being so clearly able to properly contemplate. His emotions were a bit rampant, if indecisive: he was excited by the premise, anxious about the ramifications, and... well, he couldn't deny being a little scared. It was pointless to lie, at least to himself. It wasn't a powerful fear, by any means, but it was definitely more than anxiety. Both times this occurred, something terrible happened to the character and the world around him shortly thereafter. Sora lost everything close to him; Roxas lost everything that was him.
The pedestals rose from the mosaic, forming from nothing. The dream weapons appeared hovering above them, just like the games. And though he did not hear the voice, though it did not project words into his head, he knew the command. It was not conveyed, but it was felt.
It was just a dream for them, too.
The sword hovered to his left, and he approached it in thought. Though he did not reach for it, he knew the words by heart, and there they were etched upon the pedestal:
Invincible courage.
A sword of terrible destruction.
In the two games where such choices were given, he always chose the sword. Not because he knew the ability order, not because he knew the difficulty modification. He chose it for one reason: those games had mechanic styles that highly favored button mashing and beating the ever-loving shadow-s**t out of bad guys. Magic and items were relegated to secondary menus that required additional button presses, and in the middle of combat, that wasn't always viable—sometimes it was even suicide.
But in the games with more simplified mechanics, brute force was only ever a secondary strategy. So he turned and walked toward the shield, not remembering the words quite so clearly.
Kindness to aid friends.
A shield to repel all.
Ah, right.
He never picked the shield—at least, not for his benefit. He always subscribed to the mentality of 'the best defense is a good offense.' He had nothing against defenders, and he certainly had nothing against the concept of 'kindness to aid friends', but—well, that just wasn't his preferred style. He liked to overwhelm his opponents so that they couldn't even think straight, not give them time to do so.
And so he passed onto the rod:
Inner strength.
A staff of wonder and ruin.
He never picked the rod, neither for benefit or sacrifice. The games in which the choices occurred didn't have mechanics that favored it, in his opinion, but he certainly didn't want his power diminished. The other games, however...
He reached out, grasping the rod in his hand. The Deck Command shared by Birth by Sleep and Dream Drop Distance had allowed more freedom of style. His favorite characters in Birth by Sleep, as far as gameplay was concerned, were Aqua, followed by Ventus. The torrential unleashing of magic, the manipulation of the field one way or another... true, the main games had a form of energy that prevented such options, but typically there were ways around that, so long as one fought with care. Plus, unique abilities could enhance his other stats. Aero, in particular, came to mind.
He could feel himself on the precipice. Was this final...?
Yes.
The pedestal disappeared, sinking back into the station. He knew what was next. And once again, he strolled over to the shield. There was no real contemplation over the sacrifice. Again, the best defense was a good offense. As before, when he reached out and pushed the shield backward in the air, he felt the question in his chest—was this his answer?
Yes.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 6:40 pm
The suddenness of the light from the path gave Ahria pause. "So, the light guides me through the darkness... Interesting..." She mused as she continued along the way.
The oddest thing to her was the complete lack of being overwhelmed by either force. In fact, at first, she hardly felt anything at all from either the light or the darkness. It was only when she looked back that the finality and magnitude of her decision finally set in.
'I've essentially chosen to master both sources of power.' Was the only way she could think of to explain this path she now walked. And then she came to the next stop.
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Posted: Sun Sep 06, 2015 7:56 pm
Song Yi Kim : Dive to the Heart "dream" : Station of Ocean Floor???
Song was walking circles around the edge of the platform, fingers tracing the invisible wall. Yes, she was still procrastinating. Yes, she had still not chosen, but it had reached a point where she was frustrated at herself even if she still wished to delay the choosing as long as possible. At least now, every time she passed on of the paths in her circling, she was forced to look at it, so this was a sort of procrastinating with useful intent. She was… getting to choosing. Walking helped her think anyways.
A path to the light. A path to the darkness. A path between. Song had expected those choices. This was Kingdom Hearts-based, after all, and in Kingdom Hearts, the story revolved around the Light and the Dark. This choice was a difficult one, and for more than one reason. Perhaps the silliest reason was that Song, influenced by the many ties this place had to Kingdom Hearts, was thinking of this in a very game-like fashion, which meant stuff like "how cliché is each path?" and "which seems the most advantageous in the long run?". As she had no answer for any of that variety of questions, though, she was relatively quick to give up deciding through that method. Good thing, too, because she realized shortly after that it was a very stupid way of choosing.
Walking still walking, Song's mind recalled what she knew of the light and the dark in Kingdom Hearts, much of it from when she had made a character in Kyle's roleplay, Song refocused her thoughts. Darkness did not mean evil. Light did not mean good. Light was selflessness but also the sacrifice of any sense of self. Darkness was selfishness but also the acknowledgement of one's self. A balance between the two was always the best.
Song sighed as she turned and began circling the other way, . As she passed by the three paths, she paid special attention to the middle path. She still wasn't sure, and a part of her didn't want to,
Instead of making another full circle, Song diverted her route and returned to the middle of the platform. From there, for the first time since she first saw the paths, Song gave each of the three choices her full, undivided attention, or most of it, . That would be for later, if it even happened. First, she had to pick. Dismayed, Song looked closely. Just looking at the path to the light made Song feel tired. She knew from many hiking experiences that she was bad at uphill, Meanwhile, the path to darkness was much more inviting because it was all downhill,
This was difficult, so very, very difficult. It was so nerve-wracking, that Song suddenly yelled out, head clasped in her hands, "WHERE'S A STRATEGY GUIDE WHEN YOU NEED ONE?!". Yelling made her feel a little better, "Whew. It's been a while since I got to scream at the top of my lungs. That felt good." For good measure, she screamed again just because she could.
Several seconds of silence passed as Song squished her eyebrows together with the index finger and thumb of her right hand. She was tempted to randomize her choice, but she didn't have any dice or coin on her. Besides, leaving a decision like this up to fate just left a nasty taste. "Okay," she finally decided, "I'll pick the dark side because it has cookies." Dawn's A random thought piped up in her head, . "Yes. Yes," Song verbally agreed to Dawn her random thought, "And mushrooms. Wait, no! That's not the other reason!". The other reason, which was the actual reason, was that as far as Song knew and remembered of the Kingdom Hearts universe, anyone could step into the light and come out fine but few could stay in darkness without corruption, just look at dark portals. If she wanted to explore all aspects, then starting with the darkness was her best start. Plus, Song always loved the idea of space-time powers. Being able to use portals freely would be awesome.
Choice made, Song stared down the path to darkness, much like how she had stared down the path to… was it dawn or twilight? The path was a staircase that sunk deeper and deeper into darkness. Staring at the eternal depths of the dark, where Song could see no light, she could forget that where she stood was brightly lit. She could look into the darkness and think that all around her she was surrounding by it. Her eyes tried to pierce the depths, to see something even where she knew she could see nothing. After some time, white images flashed through her vision. It was her brain playing tricks on her as she tried to see something where there was nothing. Blinking, Song shook her head, .
She didn't answer that question. Her hesitation gave way to impulsiveness. She had been standing on this platform for too long. Now was the time to just act. Neglecting the same uncertainty that had held her back from the path of neutrality, Song descended into the darkness as she gave one last look to the ascending path to the light and the even path between. She did not walk down the stairs but ran. Not because she was particularly eager to get into the darkness, but she was just used to run-skipping as she descended stairs. Trying to walk slowly down always seemed like a waste of energy and time to her. Just letting herself fall from step to step was always easier than trying to stretch safely to the next one.
Regret incoming in 3... 2... [ 1134 / 1000 words ]
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Posted: Mon Sep 07, 2015 6:32 am
'Ah, yes... Far closer to Sora's choice than the others.' Ahria mused. It was a great surprise to feel the familiar words, not just hear them. They seemed to well up from the depths of her own being. The pedestals displaying her choices were arranged in front of her, each seeming to call out for her. She stepped up first to a choice she had always made first and foremost. The shield's description readily apparent, but that didn't stop those very words from resounding throughout her very being. The Power of the Guardian. Kindness to aid friends. A Shield to repel All. Had she been Sora, she would have immediately reached for the shield, but she wasn't. She, the frail, stick of a girl would hardly be worthy of defending the vanguard. Her stature also made her blanch at the idea of wading into the midst of a fight, blade swinging like a madwoman. No, her choice was clear. If she wasn't physically capable, then she'd have to rely on magic. Stepping up to the Staff, the inscription drew her eyes and it's words resounded through her. The Power of the Mystic. Inner Strength. A Staff of Wonder and Ruin. She hesitated, though. Was this really what she wanted? Was she prepared to break every habit she had drilled into her psychi? Again, that sense of finality returned, along with a truer sense of the powers that lay before her. And with it, all sense of doubt was washed away as she took hold of the staff. You have chosen the Power of the Mystic. Is this your decision? She knew she didn't need to answer, and the only one she gave was to turn away, clutching the staff tighter, as if it would fly away. The pedestal flashed before slowly fading back into the floor. The staff vanished, but she could feel it's power beginning to flow through her. She turned to the other two choices, uncertain how to proceed.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 1:26 am
Luna - Station of Awakening - Dark PathDark, uninviting, and spooky, would probably be choices chosen by most to describe the path before her, but not for Luna. Being primarily nocturnal herself, her eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness and a wave of comfort washed over the young woman as she got further out of reach of the sun and the warmer temperatures. She was one who appreciated the lack of light and colder temperatures that night brought along with a clearer mind and the feeling of calm she usually experienced with it; the soft purple glow emanating from the staircase only adding to this sense of calm.
Luna would run a hand along either side of the mosaic staircase as she descended, touching the invisible barriers on both sides she knew were there from her experience in the games. Even if it had been a normal staircase, Luna had the tendency to slide her hand along the wall whenever she descended, perhaps enjoying the slight squeaky sound it made or the feeling on her skin, she'd never know for sure. In her descent, she'd eventually catch notice of the pathway disappearing behind her if only for the fact that her descent happened to wind off in one direction like a spiral staircase.
"Spooky, but nothing new." She paused for only a moment to comment on the situation, rolling her eyes sarcastically before continuing on her way. It wouldn't be another two steps forward before the next platform came into view, same in design as the last, mosaic, with the platform coming out of the depths of nowhere and possibly extending all the way to the bottom. Difference being that there happened to be a figure on this mosaic, quite clearly intended to be herself with her eyes closed as if in sleep or perhaps deep thought.
'This dream sure is getting weirder.'
'Is it even a dream at all?' The thought process managing to both spook and excite her in a way she hadn't quite expected. The dream had gone on way too long for it to be something normal and she had complete control of her actions and thoughts in the dream up to this point, or at least once she landed she did. For Luna, she'd usually remember only the tail-end of her dream of just a few minutes or two and then wake up immediately after. Taking note of the facts so far, Luna had always experienced a desire for adventure and a life different from her own, one filled with conflict and problems, not one of boring desk jobs or menial labor. She'd always felt like she'd been born at the wrong time; too early to explore space, and too late to explore the world. Now she might have had a chance at just that. Whatever fear she had developed was quickly replaced with more excitement and joy, yet before she could continue the thought process further, three pedestals with floating weapons appeared before her along with a mysterious voice.
"Ah there you are mysterious voice! I know the deal already, not like you have to explain this crap to me. Whatever, so long as you don't tell me how to jump or break open a box I don't care."
Leaving it at that, Luna sauntered on ahead and cast a quick judgmental gaze across the three pedestals and the items of interest floating above them. If it were the games, she'd pick the shield and sacrifice the rod simply because it made playing through a lot easier with magic taking a backseat role in KH1 and 2, but this wasn't the game. It was obvious that she needed to pick that which suited her the most, another choice she would come to find easy. Your first choice is generally the right choice and there was little use in agonizing over it beforehand or feeling like you made the wrong decision. Luna felt that her decision couldn't be wrong in any shape or form so long as she just picked that which called out to her the most; the sword.
The power of the warrior.
Invincible courage.
A sword of terrible destruction.
The words popped into her head as she took the weapon in her hands, examining it closely, knowing that she couldn't have possibly remembered the saying from all those years ago. It was a standard short sword with the hidden mickey symbol on the middle of the guard, a strange looking curved guard in a crescent moon shape with terrible colors all around. From an aesthetic point of view it was ugly as hell, looking cartoonish with its design shape, but its was better than swinging around a shield like it was a sword. Why Sora swung it around like that always struck her as a bit of a lazy game development choice; a corner cut in order to get things moving along. After all creating a whole new combo just for a weapon you used in a tutorial wasn't really that important.
Is this the power you seek?
"Yes." She nodded in response to the words popping up in her head, the blade vanishing from her grip soon after her choice was made, causing her to jump a bit even with the foreknowledge that it would happen anyway.
Your path is set.
Now what will you give up in exchange?
Luna's gaze drifted off to the other two platforms, shield and rod remaining. 'The power of the Mystic or the power of the Guardian, huh?' Like before the answer was obvious to her. If this dream was more like a real world and less like a game, her choice was clear once again. While never a fan of being a spellslinger, Luna knew that the saying of the shield appealed to her in the least. She was not a protector of others, never was; selfish, but true. The black-haired woman would approach the pedestal holding the shield and its respective power, knowing that it was the one she had to get rid of. She took it up in her hands and ran it over, examining it as she had the sword before her, finding it more aesthetically pleasing at the very least.
The power of the guardian.
Kindness to aid friends.
A shield to repel all.
This was the phrase she remembered the most clearly, having always felt bad about choosing something else or getting rid of it in the games as it didn't follow Sora's personality in the slightest and getting rid of it made her feel like less than a hero. Luna wasn't a hero though, an anti-hero at best maybe.
You give up this power?
"Yes."
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 11:45 am
[ Song | The Dark Path | Station of Awakening ]
The path has almost no visibility at first. As you descend and your eyes become accustomed to the darkness, you'll notice that this path is lit as well. A soft purple glow is coming from the path. The sides drop off into blackness, but you can hardly tell.
A platform suddenly comes into view. The path behind you has disappeared. This platform is also faintly lit, and holds a mosaic-like image of you with your eyes closed. It looks like it's made out of stained glass. When you walk to the middle, three weapons appear around you. A sword, a shield, and a rod. They hover in the air.
Choose one. Discard one.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 12:37 pm
The last choice was the only one that Ahria was tormented over. On the one hand, she'd love to be able to blast her enemies to bits when applicable, but for all her experience in adventure games, the one thing that kept coming back to her was the fact that the longer you lived, the more likely you were to kill your enemy. Certainly, there were cases where using one attack that dealt massive damage could end the fight before it even began, but such attacks often left one vulnerable in some way, typically by requiring charge times or leaving you unable to act once complete for a certain amount of time. Determined in her decision, she stepped over to the sword, knowing that she had no way of coming back to this, regardless of what she tried to do. The words inscribed on the pedestal echoed throughout her body... The Power of the Warrior.
Invincible courage.
A sword of terrible destruction.
Do you give up this power? She hesitated for only a second before letting it fade from her view. Its power gone, Ahria could feel her whole being shaping itself because of her decisions thus far, though no obvious physical manifestations presented themselves. The power of the Mystic alighting her mind and will with its strength, and that of the Warrior easing itself out of her body. Having made her decisions, Ahria turned, looking to find the way forward.
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Posted: Tue Sep 08, 2015 2:42 pm
Song Yi Kim : The Dark Path : Station of Awakening
1…
Song turned to potentially reconsider her decision when she found that instead of staring up at a platform, she was only staring into blackness. If she cussed, she would have cussed. However, she was more mellow than that and even though no one else was around, she held to her self-placed standards and merely stared. Song freaked out, using a word that she allowed herself to use. She immediately regretted just going on an urge. She immediately regretted getting tired of waiting around and hesitating. She hated her shoddy decision-making so much. Although, while she strongly disliked herself at this moment, she wouldn't have been able to answer which other path she would have rather gone on. This was more just a small regret attack born from losing options she once had. Song always had this in video games, and she'd sometimes soft reset just to remake the choice again, which may or may not be identical to the one she had reset the game for.
After her little phase was over, Song calmed down and accepted her fate. She imagined that if she was in anime, she would have those depressed lines over her head and big, globby tears hanging from her eyes like bulbous icicles. At the very least, she could do the bent back pose in real life. Song rebounded, bouncing to stand up straight again and took her time looking over the path she had chosen. she tried to look at the bright side of things. Her feet brushed along the glowing purple path. There were no rails, but when Song reached out for the sides, she felt an invisible wall keeping her from falling into the darkness, much like when she was on the ocean platform. Curious, Song stepped up to where she had just stepped down and reached a hand out into the darkeness. Yes, there was another barrier here. Song rested on the barrier, pressing her head against it. There wasn't much light and she could see only darkness stretching down forever below her, in front of her, to her sides, and above her. She gave her regrets one last reign of her thoughts, So on and so forth.
She did not slap herself out of her negativity. Nope, she wanted it to grown, bulge, and eventually pop and spill forth, which it did. Once it was all out of her system, Song relaxed. She took her head off the invisible barrier and turned to look at the path she had chosen. Truth be told, she still had her misgivings, but she sucked it all up. She pretended that she was one of her more positive characters, like Ciel or Bunny, and put herself in their shoes, Familiar questions she'd asked herself multiple times in order to type out roleplaying posts for the characters, but this time, instead of just putting the answers into words, Song acted as if she was her rpc thrust into a situation where they had to move forwards else Song risked boring the other rpers,
Song continued her trot down the path, one hand steadying herself on the barrier as she swiftly descended down the spiral into even deeper darkness. Before long, a brightly lit platform suddenly appeared in her vision. It just appeared out of nowhere suddenly. Song actually paused and then tried to move backwards to try and replay the scene but, alas, the lack of stairs and barrier behind her kept her from doing that. she turned back around dejectedly and just stared at the platform from afar for a little bit. It was quite close already, which was why its sudden appearance had surprised the hejeebus out of Song. She would have thought that she'd notice something like that farther up the path.
No use pondering it. Though, Song did take her time enjoying the view. This platform was what she had been expecting above: a beautiful arrangement of what appeared to be stained glass, but Song knew that whatever material the platform was made out of, it was strong enough to hold a fight even if it could shatter into a bunch of glass fragments when it was theatrically necessary. The mosaic-like art depicted her form but with eyes closed. she tried to remember everything she had read about stations while writing about her NG characters Dive to the Heart, She had to reconsider now. Maybe this wasn't just a dream but it could also have been foolish to completely discard the possibility that she was actually sleeping physically. If that was the case, then like in the original Kingdom Hearts, was she just going to wake up with a vague recollection of this dream and have some sort of world-engulfing disaster occur the next day. Song mentally chanted to herself to try and remember. Chances were, though, her efforts were futile if they were even needed. [ 1008 / 1000 words ]
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 3:52 pm
[ Feather - Kyle - Ahria - Luna | 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.
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Attack Strength against...
Feather: 18
Kyle: 1 (the heartless misses; rolling 1 is an automatic fail)
Ahria: 24
Luna: 15
Dream Weapon: 0 points (no added bonus to attacks or defense, just your STR stat + D20 roll)
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 7:58 pm
[[Feather – Station of Awakening]] After the things disappeared from her sight, Feather somehow got an inspiration of thoughts which display what she can do now. Isn’t that super convenient randomly, seems a bit rigged in a sense? Who is Feather to question such things she cannot control, let’s just leave it to do its thing and take a think at what is going on. This array of powers, made to be stacked on top of each other while made to be powerful on their own. They also seem to be able to keep groups working efficiently as well. Hmm that sounds a lot like a certain League champion Feather has been playing a lot in Ranked. Feather spent some time reading into their descriptions in her brain, don’t ask how that works. Power Chord; hey isn’t that Sona’s passive? Man she wasn’t very creative at all, she scolded herself for not making up original names for her moves. It doesn’t do the Sona thing though, stacking three spells before shooting an auto attack with the extra effect. It seems like to be a move on its own, which is already five times better but it isn’t a passive so it’s going to be part of the face roll skill mashing. Yes, being Ryze, wait no, old Ryze where he was totally the most skilled champion ever. The sarcasm must be hard to tell due to many people not knowing what Ryze is and can do, but long story short, hover mouse over target and apply face to keyboard till you win. Drop the beat; oh hey there skin only reference! At least she isn’t pressing control 5 on the whim of the other players wanting their own favourite songs. What is this ability, it’s got like this weird jukebox like setting. Scrolling with her mind, she got three of her favourite songs in there, which means they do things according to their names most likely. Face the Noise; hey that isn’t a League reference! One of these isn’t like the others! However, the very welcoming ‘World Ends with You’ reference does help a lot. Does it mean she can shoot Jesus beams with that ability? Nope, this seems to be where all the Sona support stuff comes in from. That’s a shame; it would be so cool if she could summon up bunch of noise just stick to people or heartless or just people in general actually. Man she would love to be a reaper. Wait a second, isn’t noise just nearly the same as unversed? In a nutshell, “Oh my god, I’m Sona. I’m Sona but better….oh huehuehuehuehuehue! I’m totally going to kill secure everyone with my damage.” Feather ‘hue’ed, pronounced more like whey than hue as in colour. This is usually what she chortles when excited about something as she rubs her hands together in tiny evil glee. Oh this is going to be fun. While totally in her own cackling and plotting, Feather wasn’t aware the next part of the tutorial section already happened, a heartless spawning from behind her rearing up to attack. The small inking of gut instincts on Feather’s part made her feel something is going wrong. Oh hell no! Feather whipped around to see she was getting ganked by a low level mook heartless. Oh Fizz j**z, that’s so uncalled for! “What the hell! Nope! Back up there! Pop it, don’t drop it! POP IT, DON’T DROP IT!” Feather shouted, yelled, screamed all at the same time as she got clawed by the heartless. It didn’t hurt as bad as she thought being scratched would feel. It didn’t dig all the way into her skin. She did back up a bit from the hit though. Thankfully it didn’t get a chance to snatch her heart this time around. Oh god, Feather wondered how it feels to have your heart separate from your body, probably not pleasant in any shape or form. “Hey! No one steals my heart you little punk a** b***h! Unless it’s Darius, I would give that fine - Feather focus on the fight and not on that a**.” Feather needed to focus on the problem at hand and not on totally hot virtual game men that will never exist in real life and that thought really was just depressing right now. “Brain stop going on tangents, also don’t transition into the dumb Grease song as well. Time to duel!” “Let’s drop the beat!” She shouted as her dream weapon which is something that looks like a sheet music section with five lines going across and a jumble of music notes sitting on the side attached to two large music playing stereo system towers. Feather seems positioned on a board that looks like it should be hovering but not, which was slightly disappointing. No hover board for Feather this time. The set up currently is a dull grey that matches her outfit.  With her mind, Feather went back to the funky retro looking jukebox in her brain, pressing the arrow key to the side until the disk ended up on Tidecaller, Nami’s theme. Pressing the enter button, the song disk visible in the glass of the mental jukebox seem to liquefy and drip through the machine. Suddenly, everything started turning into a warm teal, colour flooding into the set up as the song started playing around her through the system. The notes that were sitting seemed to bob along with the music, lining up along the sheet music part and started sliding down the lines. When they hit the other side, they loop around through the music stereos and then back into the note jumble. The calming music couldn’t make Feather stay upset for too long, and it relaxed her panicking and hype to a low which allows her to think and focus what to do next. She has a heartless to deal with, so she should be alright as long as no more come and join the fray. She is very sure from what she seen from her abilities; she isn’t made for group fights. Just keep on hitting and backing up when she needs to. Cast: Drop the Beat - Tidecaller
Heartless Attack- 18 Feather Defense - 10 + D20: 5 = 15 Current HP: 97/100 [1037/1000 words]
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Posted: Wed Sep 09, 2015 8:51 pm
(I'm posting this way on the assumption that a draw does nothing.)
The last of the pedestals began it's decent as Ahria focused on the new power flowing through her. Her thoughts about a true weapon were torn between a focus for magical attacks or something to defend herself with physically. In the end, however, she found herself with a pair of daggers. It confused her, considering she had rejected the power of the Warrior.
Then there was the Mark... It started as a mild burning sensation on her back, but it quickly became a massively painful burn that seemed to crawl it's way up and down before fading as quickly as it had begun. The entire time she could sense something touching her mind, but every time she tried to latch onto the feeling, it would fade, only to return later to finish the Mark.
She took some time to recover and sort through the new information that had been shoved into her mind. She was glad for her decisions now, considering the bulk of her power was focused on magic. However she didn't have much time to rest before she heard something.
She turned towards the sound to see a shadow rising from the darkness left by one of the pedestals. She brought out her daggers but made no moves right away. The creature seemed confused about it's surroundings until it noticed her.
There was a tense moment where they stared each other down; then it attacked. It leaped high into the air, directly at her. Ahria, unaccustomed to combat and certainly not built for it, just barely managed to raise her blades in time to block the strike. With its claws only an inch from her face, it was quite a surprise to her when she managed to shove the creature away.
She paused for only a second to make a decision before reeling her left arm back and throwing one of her daggers right at the shadow.
Hp:100
Str:10
Def:10
Def Roll: 14 + 10 = 24
Atk Roll: 18 +10 = 28
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 5:43 pm
[ Luke : Dive Into the Heart : Station of Awakening ] Pick me up in the inside,
so maybe next time
I won't fall down the stairs.
Pick me up in the inside,
so maybe next time
I won't fall down the stairs.
If you're not there~ He spun around slowly as the song in his head came to an end, observing all three of the weapons, unsure which one he should choose. He glanced toward the sword, a familiar image to him, and rather inviting, what with his obsession with and love for The Legend of Zelda. But this wasn't the Master Sword, and he was neither the Hero of Time or a descendant of the Knight's Line winning three symbols of virtue on Cataclysm's Eve. Neither was he a random stranger chosen by the goddesses of Hyrule, and even if he had their favor, that choice was ultimately up to Fi, wasn't it? He cracked a smile at the thought of the familiar violet-colored spirit who had helped him along one of his many quests. 'I wish Fi were here right now,' he thought to himself. 'Or Navi. It would be nice to get help from a familiar friend, especially with a choice like this.' His eyes stayed on the sword just a moment longer as he thought of how much easier it would be to fight with a sword than with a shield or rod if he happened to be attacked. A sword would be more efficient, more powerful. 'Power...' Roaming in a crowd, in a faceless town,
I need to feel the touch of a friend.
In the countryside, I wander far and wide,
the isolation gets me again. He turned to glance at the rod, a symbol of magic. 'Wisdom...' He then turned around once more, staring at the shield as his cheeks turned red. 'I guess it could be called courage. Would be a bit of a stretch, though. Okay, calm down, Luke. This isn't Zelda and you're not looking at symbols of the Triforce. Calm. Down.' I don't know where to go
when I feel like crying, oh my.
It's time to open myself, do something new.
I wanna stop... and grow up a bit~ 'Well, the shield is the one I usually pick when I start a new file on Kingdom Hearts. But should that really be the only reason I pick one of these things? This seems really important. And if this isn't really a dream, and...' He laughed out loud, shaking his head. 'That's silly. That couldn't happen. This can't be real.' What happened to 'thinking of six impossible things before breakfast'?'You hush!' Then suddenly,
my power and confidence starts swelling up,
magically erupt.
And it's all because of kindness that I feel
from people I don't even know. 'The rod is the one I pick almost as often, because magic. Also, I'm a fan of using staff-like weapons.' Memories of his sparring days once again filled his mind. Why did he keep thinking of sugarcane? 'What is wrong with meeeee?' That's kind of a vague question.Then suddenly,
my intuition and my wisdom grow,
and then I know
that most of all I sense compassion's real
thanks to strangers wherever I go.
Thank you for waking me up. He paced in a circle in the center of the platform, tossing the decision over in his head. He really had no idea what to choose, let alone what to discard. Was this some kind of test for something? Was he going to be transported somewhere for someone to ask what he was afraid of, what he wanted out of life, and all that jazz? Or was it just some kind of symbolic dream, trying to tell him something about his life? If that were the case, he had to work out what everything meant. This was nothing new; being someone with many strange dreams, he had spent his entire life trying to interpret them. But the fact that he was clearly and consciously thinking about the dream while he was still having it... That was bizarre. Up 'til now, how many times I've tried
to tell you "Please take care of yourself."
Then with tear-stained eyes, I sadly said goodbye,
as I waved and wished you farewell.
Then I think of how, how much longer I must wait.
I look inside myself, feel something new.
I wanna stop... and grow up a bit. There were Mickey Mouse symbols on all three of the weapons. Not surprising in that this was the actual appearance of these things in the video games. But strange just because, any time he had a dream like this, the weapons were unique, sometimes bearing symbols that meant something to him in some way or another. The only dream meaning he could think of behind these was "Mickey is awesome!" Which was true, to him at least. He had always been a huge fan of Mickey. That was another fictional person he wouldn't mind the company of. He sighed and turned toward the sword. 'A sword of terrible destruction.' He couldn't remember those awesome description things in the first Kingdom Hearts when you jumped onto the pillars, not completely, anyway. But that phrase stuck out in his mind. "Terrible destruction..." The phrase kept echoing in his mind, making him shudder. He turned away from the blade, shaking his head. "That's just not me." So, the sword was out, at least. He turned and glanced between the rod and shield. "Hmm... The sugarcane or the cardboard box..." It's all because I'm feeling sad,
and then I cry. I don't know why.
The courage that I need, the power to succeed,
gives me the strength to fly.
It's all because of when I see
my friends, oh my! Every time,
they're always behind me, pushing me on,
lighting the fire in me! His cheeks grew rosy red as thoughts of his friends flooded his mind with that last lyric. He had great ones, that was true enough to the song. They were always there, believing in him, even when it was hard to believe in himself, and he would spend the rest of his life trying to be just as great a friend as any one of them. He HAD to tell them all about this dream when he woke up. Most of his local ones wouldn't be that interested, but the guildies would love it, he was sure. Then suddenly,
my power and confidence starts swelling up, magically erupt.
And it's all because of kindness that I feel
from people I don't even know.
I won't forget
the times we shared and our pleasant days, always.
And I'll never lose the strength to succeed,
and the courage to do what I must. His smile grew wider as he stepped closer to one of the pedestals and reached his left hand up. His first instinct was to jump up atop the pedestal, but no. He wasn't Sora. It would feel like breaching a sacred line or something. So he held out his arm, reaching upward and grabbing the red and black shield by its edge. He pulled it toward him, grabbing it with both hands now, and held it close to his heart before feeling it disappear all of a sudden. 'So many good memories. So much precious, fragile happiness. If I ever went on an adventure like Sora did... I would want to have a way to protect my friends.' Your smile makes my heart explode~ ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________ (( 924 words, not counting lyrics. I srsly didn't think I would be able to come to a decision so soon, but here we are! XD Now I wonder how long the next choice will take~ ))
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Posted: Thu Sep 10, 2015 5:51 pm
Song Yi Kim : The Dark Path : Station of Awakening
The platform was beautiful and it was a wonder in itself to see with her own eyes what Song had always thought would be impossible see first-hand. However, there was only so long one could look at something without getting bored. Song had reached that point. It was time to move on. She slowly made her way down, taking care to not run on like she had done before. Her eyes continued to feast on the beautiful glass, lit from behind by some unknown source of light. It was all just like she had imagine. Although, maybe a bit dimmer than she expected. Then again, that was her fault for choosing darkness. The top of the platform was beautiful. Even the sides were beautiful in their flurry of colors with no easily identifiable pattern.
Song's first step onto the platform didn't cause anything. That was some sort of relief. At the same time, she had been readying her heart for something to happen, so it was also a bit disappointing. Song didn't drop her guard from just that, however. There were several other commonly used checkpoints to trigger events upon traversing through the circle. The station, like those depicted in the games, had a layered border, as in it was framed by a few outer rings. Each time Song stepped past one of these rings, she kept her eyes peeled for an event to trigger. Hopefully, if an event did trigger, she would be given time to react even without being on such high alert. However, it was just as likely that the sort grace period given by video games wouldn't be a luxury she would be allowed in the real(? Was this real? She still wasn't so sure about that) world where creating cinematic tension to satisfy the audience wasn't exactly something life cared too much about accomplishing.
Once she had stepped past the rings that bordered the platform without incident, Song set her sights for the center. she paused in her steps to re-evaluate her decisions, Nodding in approval at her own logic, she continued to move forwards.
Upon Song hitting the center, she felt the platform beneath her rumble. What appeared to be dust clouds appeared in three points around her. Fearing the worst, Song halted and spread her feet shoulder-width apart, bent her knees slightly, and realized that she had just made a fool out of herself when she saw the dust clear to reveal three pedestals. "Ahhh…," she muttered to herself as she straightened up, Of course, by that choice, she meant the wand, the sword, and the shield presented to the player at the beginning of at least KHI, KHII, and KH Re:Coded.
Choose one. Discard one.
"Okay. Weird voices in the air," Song started at the words that suddenly sounded in her mind, "What? Am I going to go through a tutorial next about hitting 'x' or whatever it was to basic attack?". Sad attempts at being funny aside, Song sized up the choices presented to her. Her eyes fell upon the shield first. It was a simple shield, pentagonal in shape like most generic shields. Mostly colored back save for a red border, four gray bolts spaced around the edge of the shield, and a red Mickey silhouette outlined in pale yellow, the shield was probably just as Song would have remembered it. She wasn't sure, honestly, because she didn't exactly remember it very well. She could have sworn, though, that the shield was supposed to be blue with a secondary color of yellow. At the same time, the image of the shield she saw certainly did seem like what the dream shield looked like in the games.
The power of the guardian.
Kindness to aid friends.
A shield to repel all.
Awfully convenient that the disembodied voice explained things to Song without making her walk up to the item in question. Just looking at the shield and thinking about it appeared to have triggered the explanation. she tried to reason the cause of this difference between the games and her experience.
Song settled her sights on the sword next. The dream sword, unlike the dream shield, matched the color theme of blue and yellow that she expected. Although, it also looked somewhat unfamiliar to her, The blade of the sword was metallic, of course, and the sword's design was pretty much what one would expect from a short sword. The handle was blue tipped with what appeared to be a gold cap. The hilt was also gold and in the center of the hilt as the sword rotated while floating over its pedestal, Song could make out a small red circle surrounding a black Mickey Mouse silhouette.
The power of the warrior.
Invincible courage.
A sword of terrible destruction.
Song had taken a few steps towards the swords in order to make out the small symbol on its hilt. She felt that something was off when she managed to make out the symbol, but wanted to observe the third, and last, dream item first. Song recalled the name of the clearly magic-enhancing weapon in front of her, .
Rod
The disembodied voice corrected Song, who corrected herself, while staring quizzically at the darkness above her. Above is where most people assumed disembodied voices originated, right? "So you have some snark, eh?" Song challenged on a whim. No response. She grumbled, "Whatever," as she looked over the Dream Rod. This staff--er, she meant rod--had all the blue Song could ask for. It was topped by a large, three dimensional Mickey head that was completely blue. Connecting the head to the stick that consisted of the rest of the rod was a brown disk accented by two yellow bands that encircled it. The handle/stick was mostly green but did have tan coloring its two ends, the tan of the ends separated from the green of the middle by a yellow band for each hand. Song noticed with interest as she observed the rod closely,
The Power of the Mystic.
Inner Strength.
A Staff of Wonder and Ruin.
The words didn't just end there. Because Song had stepped right up to the Dream Rod to absorb all of its details, the voice prompted.
Is this the power you seek?
"Nope. Nope. All the nope," Song verbally phrased her very strong refusal. She was not ready to make a choice yet. Nope. It was amazing enough that she immediately set out to thinking about her choice. It was too much to actually expect her to make a choice with so little time. After backing up all the way back to the center of the platform, Song let her other thought sstream. A bit irked, she complained, . She continued to mentally rant about the name of the Dream Rod, pacing around in a circle until she had finally vented it out and was no longer irritated about it.
[ 1304 / 1000 words ]
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Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 1:25 am
[ Kyle : Station of Awakening ]The shield vanished, just as the rod. Simultaneously, the sword slipped into nothing, and all began to normalize, to return, but there could never truly be a return. Not now.
The power flooded through his veins like molten iron or arctic seawater—there was no difference, but even they were hardly apt comparisons. Had he been holding his breath for so many years, and only just opened his lungs? Had his heart pumped only some odd mockery of blood before this moment, and his truest lifeblood finally set itself free at this strange decision within a dream? No, this was something... new, yet old. Something strange and different and unnatural, but how could anyone call it unnatural when it felt as much a part of him as his heart, his muscles, his nerves, his mind—it did not suddenly possess him so much as he was opened to a new sense of self. This was unlike anything life had ever given him, but it was most certainly part of who he was.
His power was as familiar to him as his life's memories. He had handful of unique skills in his arsenal, and knew from where his power had drawn its inspiration. Indeed, it led him to a momentarily fatalistic conundrum: had his latent abilities taken form based on his preference, or had his preference taken shape based on his latent abilities? If the abilities were new—perhaps the power was old, but undefined, and only took shape as he made his choice—then there was no particular concern. And yet, there was still a very genuine, natural feeling to them. They felt as though they'd been there since birth, and he simply hadn't utilized them, like muscles left forgotten through ignorance. If that was genuinely the case, if his power had been within him all along, then there was the potential issue that his interests—perhaps his entire personality—had been predefined. Was his choice to tread the twilight already written? Was his reaching for the rod and shoving off the shield as concrete at his birth as it was now that it had occurred?
He stretched, feeling the power flow through his body like some awakened system of nerves, or veins, or circuitry, and decided he didn't particularly care. He felt himself, and he felt free, and there was no point in thinking about it; if his lot was predetermined, then he had no power over it, and being concerned couldn't help, but if he had free will, then there was no point in being concerned to begin with. There was only here, only now, only... this.
It was enthralling. He felt more than human, to be sure—felt like being 'human' was practically a lesser stage of evolution. He had felt the rod vanish from his grasp, but it was not gone, no more than his second wind had left him, no more than this new blood had drained away. There was essence within him, and by thought he could move it around—always starting at the chest and expanding outward, flooding through his torso into his limbs and extremities. His hand was empty, so he squeezed his fingers closed and formed a tight fist, but then he opened it to close them again, and this time he did not make a fist but he squeezed all the same and what he squeezed was made real, the rod was as real as his flesh and bone but it was new and made of willpower and ætherdust, and he—!
The hairs on his neck bristled as the final pedestal sank into the mosaic's glow, leaving behind the faintest shadow of a shadow. He had not looked at the sword, but now he felt his eyes drawn to where it once hovered, to the darkened stain of glass. The shadow moved. It writhed, and twitched, and with what appeared to be considerable effort, it rose from the space between dream and oblivion. A Shadow—of course. His first battle. He stared into the yellow eyes of the creature before him and turned to face it directly; his left arm hung lazily at his hip, while his right was out to his side, flourishing the rod back and forth, clockwise then counterclockwise—he couldn't quite keep a flourish going constantly with one hand.
The Shadow shrugged from side to side, as if trying to pick a leg to lean on, and Kyle took the moment to address the elephant in the room: how deep did the dream go? Could he even really call this a dream anymore? Everything up until this point had felt as real as reality (if distinctly impossible, such as the falling and sinking into the ocean), and now he felt even as if reality had been a crude sham leading to what could only this second be called truth. His senses were too clear, the world was too vivid, his mind too alive—he decided, then, that he would stop calling this a dream. If it was a dream, then no harm in mistaking it. If it wasn't, then he was safer off assuming such was the case, particularly now as the darkness began to make itself known to him.
He stared into those yellow eyes, and the sensation from before came back full force.
He ached.
The little beast in front of him lunged for him. It was a pathetic little attack, honestly, as if the creature had just stirred from slumber and hadn't properly stretched. Kyle almost felt bad for the little thing—except, of course, that it was attempting to rip out his heart in an effort to reproduce. That squashed any ounce of pity he might have had.
The lunge brought the Shadow within arm's reach, and Kyle flourished the rod once more in his right hand, contemplating swinging the beast right out of the air, his batter's instincts kicking in momentarily. He resisted, however, in case such a swing made him more vulnerable should he miss. Instead, he lightly juggled the rod from his right hand to his left, freeing up his dominant arm, and reached forward. He did not aim to punch the creature—rather, he aimed to grab it by the arm, pull it over his head, and slam it down into the mosaic with all the force he could muster.
And still, even as he did that, he felt his power flowing—channeling. The ache was in his chest and it wanted to burst, wanted to be set free, let loose upon this creature. It hungered for the Shadow's ruin, and Kyle would help sate that desire in just a few moments.
[__Word Count: 1100__|__HP: 100__|__Attack STR: 15 (10 + 5)__]
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