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 Posted: Sat Sep 12, 2015 12:31 pm
[ Feather | Station of Awakening ]
The heartless continues its attack, relentlessly clawing at Feather.
Attack STR: 12
[ Ahria | Station of Awakening - > Station of Reflection ]
Claws came within inches of Ahria's face, but it was fruitless. The attack was blocked, and the heartless was pushed back. It would have attacked again, but Ahria's follow up attack devastated it completely; it couldn't even defend. As the blades fell down, the heartless shuddered briefly before turning into a cloud of black ash. Or was it smoke? Shadow-substance? The ash disappeared mere seconds later.
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.
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Damage done to heartless: 28 / defeated
- 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.
[ Kyle | Station of Awakening ]
The heartless jerks away upon being touched by Kyle, and successfully avoids being grabbed. It's cold to the touch. It immediately swipes at Kyle, mindlessly driven by its need for his heart.
Attack STR: 21
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 9:02 am
[ Joe : ??? : Awakening? ]
The first thing Joe felt was the tug of gravity on his body. He knew he was falling, that much was for sure. He couldn’t feel anything around him but the weight of his clothes on his body and the air ripping past his face. It was like bungee jumping, except there were no safety standards and he was pretty sure after the first minute that he had reached terminal velocity. He tried to think back, to remember what he had done to get himself into this mess. The last thing he remembered was lying in bed, trying to go to sleep. So this was a dream? It was certainly the most vivid dream he had experienced in a long time. He had lucid dreamed before, but this was nothing like that. He had no control over what was going on at the moment.
‘So this is a dream and I’m aware it’s a dream, but I can’t do anything to change it? Just what the hell is going on?’Joe wondered what he could have done to cause this. Too much stress at work? Bad mix of inebriations before bed? Didn’t get in a good workout yesterday? He was so busy wondering why he was there he didn’t notice the ocean until his body had hit it. Joe’s eyes snapped open, fully expecting to see the ceiling of his bedroom above. But there was no ceiling, only the endless abyss of a lifeless ocean; blue fading into black as he continued his decent. Now he knew that something was wrong. He’d had falling dreams before, but they always ended either before or as he was hitting a surface. The fact that he was still in limbo told him that this dream was going to be different from any dream he had ever had before. Joe took a deep breath, thankful that at least he wasn’t going to drown in this dream world. He began to twist his limbs around, hoping to find something to grab onto or use to get his baring straight. Eventually, by coincidence alone, the man’s legs hit the ocean floor. Standing for the first time in what felt like an eternity, Joe stretched and did a spot check of his own person. Limbs? All attached. Senses? Fully functional. Clothes? Thankfully, on his person. He even had his glasses to help him see. Not like there was much to see down here, with only the light hitting the surface above him as any sort of guide. Without thinking of what to do next, he took a tentative step forward to see how far the path around him went. When the floor around him exploded into doves, it clicked.
“You have got to be kidding me.”He was having a Kingdom Hearts dream. A very coherent and very structured Kingdom Hearts dream. If he didn’t know better, he’d say that something was mocking him. But that wasn’t possible. There was nothing out there that could have this level of control over his own mind. Right? Whatever the case was, the doves were gone now and it looked like he had a choice to make. Three paths lay before him: one leading up to a platform, one leading straight ahead, and one leading down into the unknown.
‘Well, let’s see…’ he thought, weighing his options, ‘This is a Kingdom Hearts dream. So I should try to remember how that series worked.’At first glance, the middle path was the most appealing. It didn’t take you up or down, only forward. However, something told Joe this was a false choice. After all, the characters from the series who had insisted on walking down that middle road had wound up taking a decisive side anyway, so all he would be doing by taking the middle path is delaying some inevitable choice he had to make. No, the middle path was not for him. If he had to make a choice, he was going to make it now. So that left two choices: ascend or descend. If Joe was any kind of betting man, he would wager that the right and left path were thematic representations of light and dark respectively. But what did that mean? He doubted that the dream was trying to funnel him towards the obvious choice of ascension; this was obviously his own to make. Yet the man couldn’t help but feel as though he would be putting himself at great risk if he descended down the path to the left. What was life without a risk though? Joe had always felt aimless, wanting to do big things and explore huge possibilities, but he never got the chance. He had always played it relatively safe and secure, guarding himself from possibility out of a fear of failure, rejection, or critique. With this in mind, was the ascending path really the right choice for him? Or was it merely the safest one? The one that Joe the Milquetoast, man of the background scenery, would obviously choose. Joe closed his eyes and thought for a moment. This choice had to be about him and what was best for him at this place and time. He needed to take a risk. And so, with some reservations, Joe began to make his trek down the leftward path, a familiar quote going through his head as he walked down into the unknown.
In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.
(Word Count: 920)
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 9:30 am
[ Joe | 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 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: Sun Sep 13, 2015 2:00 pm
[ Luke : Dive Into the Heart : Station of Awakening ] Now that he had chosen what to keep, he had to pick what to give away. He glanced at the rod, then to the sword, then back to the rod. This decision was pretty easy, wasn't it? He turned to the sword and reached up to grab it. 'What happened to the tunes?' Don't lose your way with each passing day.
You've come so far- 'Oh, no, not that one. Skip it.' What do you mean, "skip it"? You love this song!'Yes, but this isn't the right time for it. It wouldn't fit the mood and everything.' This was your first ever favorite song, you ungrateful b*****d!'Right, and it's special. I'll come back to it later.' He nodded as another song came to his mind. 'Yes, yes, that's much better.' He grabbed the sword by the hilt and pulled it toward him, waving it around a bit before it disappeared. 'I wonder what's gonna happen next...' Wake up in the morning with a head like "What ya done?"
This used to be the life, but I don't need another one... __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ (( 146 words, not counting the lyrics. I know, I should've just added this to my previous post and made that one longer. Sigh.))
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 2:01 pm
[ Kyle : Station of Awakening ]The Shadow pulled back, recoiling from him before he could quite reach—at least far enough that he didn't want to over-extend himself and fall flat on his face. He growled, pulling back and feeling the power rush through him. He was ready to strike, ready to lash out and rip the creature apart—
If the Heartless had been groggy before, it was awake and alert now. Perhaps due to adrenaline—no, Heartless didn't have biological bodies, there was no adrenaline to be had. Perhaps, then, some mystic equivalent, some essence that gave them the power to move and think and coalesce at all. Whatever the case, it lashed out, this time with more precision, more tenacity. Kyle was quick, pulling his arm up to block the attack and swat the creature away, but he was not quick enough, as the claws still ripped at his arms.
His skin seized with momentary pain, sending a sharp pang from his arm throughout his body, making him yowl in shock—then growl in frustration. He took a second to glance at his arm and found no physical damage, but he had definitely felt the claws scrape him, had definitely felt the pain course through him. It didn't take two thoughts to piece it together—the creature wasn't physical. It was darkness manifest, a shadow interacting with reality. It wasn't damaging Kyle's body, it was damaging his life force, his being, his... soul.
Well, his soul had something to say about that.
Power burst from within him, much like the earlier rush of strength, and it surged throughout his form, his muscles, his veins, made him keenly aware of his body and the malleable essence within. Except in this case, the flood felt less like an awakening and more like a release valve opening more to relieve the pressure. It was as if the damage had been a catalyst for his evolution, fuel for his æther's fire.
And like all fires, his sought only more to consume.
The earlier-focused ability lit at his fingertips like static charge, waiting to be set loose upon his target. He reached out with his right hand, targeting, feeling the instinctive willpower of the Shadow before him. Then, with his mind's eye and soul's flame, he clenched his fist around that drive, trying to rip it away with a yanking motion. He wanted to take the Shadow's will to live, to fight, and use it as fuel for his own strength. It would feel like a conflagration coming from within, trying to burn its way out of the darkness and into Kyle's body.
During that ripping motion, the Dream Rod vanished from his left hand in a flutter of light, and in a similarly radiant flash, it reappeared in his right, which was already in the process of clenching due to his reaving force. He gripped the weapon with intensity, his knuckles white with tension but his hand tight with anger. With a roar of fury, he lunged forward, carving a diagonal line across the space where the Shadow corrupted existence.
How dare it wound him.
[__Word Count: 514__|__DEF: 20__|__HP: 99__|__Reaver of Will: 34 [20 + 10 + 4]__|__Attack STR: 37 (20 + 17)__]
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 4:00 pm
Joe : The Dark Path : Station of Awakening Joe had figured at bare minimum there would have been something other than pitch blackness to great him as he walked down the path. The only thing he had to help guide him was the soft violet glow coming from the path beneath him, which was nice as a place marker but didn’t really give him much confidence that he was getting anywhere. Eventually, a platform came into view. Joe wasn’t surprised by the platform itself, dimly glowing like a church window. That was ‘normal’ for this series. What did surprise him was the figure on the platform. There was no recognizable character or sigil to great him, merely his own visage carved into the glass, eyes shut in repose. Joe found it rather unsettling. He never liked looking at pictures of himself, much less pictures of himself as prone and vulnerable as he looked here. The fact that it was him and not someone else was also off-putting. It made the dream he was clearly having feel less and less like one, and Joe did not like the implications of what this not being a dream meant. Even with all this in mind, Joe continued forward onto the platform, figuring that he really didn’t have much of a choice in the matter. As soon as he stepped onto the platform, he felt that something had shifted. Turning, he realized that the path he had only just been walking on was gone. Now it was only him, the platform, and the abyss. As he walked across the platform, he wondered if he would have any more choices to make. And just as he thought that, they appeared. The three weapons every player of the game would have to pick from when they started: sword, staff, and shield. The voice confirmed what he already knew; one of these would be his pick, the other would be discarded. If this were the game, Joe would take mechanical considerations into account. What gave him the best stats, what skills would he learn, what did the game’s mechanics favor, and so on. However, this wasn’t a video game, so making choices along those lines would be asinine. He had to make the choice his own and based on what was important to him. With that in mind, Joe reached out for the weapon he knew fit him the most: the sword.
The power of the warrior.
Invincible courage.
A sword of terrible destruction.
Joe knew that this was his choice, he was a fencer after all. Neither of the other weapons spoke to who he was or what he wanted to be like this one did. He held the weapon in his hand, testing its weight and balance with a few tentative swings. It felt surprisingly good, in spite of the fact that it looked like a cartoonist’s idea of a longsword rather than an actual longsword. The shorter strong towards the hilt of the weapon was particularly egregious.
Is this the power you seek?
“It is.” Joe stated, hand twitching as the blade disappeared from his grip.
Your path is set.
Now what will you give up in exchange?
This was also a simple choice, albeit not one made without some reflection. If there was one thing that Joe hated about himself, it was how passive he could be. Others would walk over him, ignore him, or otherwise pass him up simply because he wasn’t assertive enough. Out of the remaining two weapons, Joe knew that there was only one that truly engendered passivity. That was the one he would have to get rid of if he had any hope of growing the way he wanted to. Joe approached the shield and grasped it. The power of the guardian.
Kindness to aid friends.
A shield to repel all.
Joe mused over those words for a moment. He had nothing against being a guardian, or kindness, or aiding others. Quite the opposite, in fact. He wanted nothing more than to protect the people he cared about and aid others. What he held in his hand, however, was something that was reactive, merely springing to the defense of others and waiting passively by otherwise. That was not what Joe wanted to be. If he was to be a guardian, he would be a proactive one. He would not sit idle and wait for others to harm what he cared about. He would take the fight to them and end it, cleanly as he could.
You give up this power?
“I do.” he said “Now what’s next?”(Word Count: 761)
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AldrickZearse Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 6:39 pm
[Joseph: ???: Sky Above -> Ocean Floor]
The male wasn't used to falling dreams. But he was pretty sure there was no sane reason as to why he was free falling into the ocean with no parachute. Or even a scrap of clothing. And he knew without even looking that he wasn't dressed, considering the air let him know as he fell through it.
And then, of course, he closed his eyes, bracing for impact with the water that he was sure, in his panic, was going to kill him. Except it was like falling into something soft, something that helped him slow down, to slowly float down further and further and the light started to fade from in front of his eyelids.
He opened them to mostly darkness. He fell down, slowly twisting and turning till his feet were under them. They touched ground, and Joseph stood there, blinking and staring up at the ocean's surface. This...was not something he was quite used to experiencing. Even with his weird dreams.
He turned his head back and forth, looking around and seeing nothing but deep, dark ocean. And when he finally took a step-
"AH! BIRDS!"
He felt bombarded, arms going over his face to protect himself against the feathered assault. And then there was nothing but silence.
Bringing down his arms, he slowly blinked open his eyes. Now there were suddenly three paths in front of him. One that lead deeper into the ocean's darkness. One that led straight across the floor. And the last led up, up towards the bright surface.
He rubbed his chin, the scratching of the stubble against his hand making him sigh. He was thinking of shaving soon but...well now wasn't the time to shave, apparently. Not that he could when in the ocean.
With a second sigh, Joe moved forward towards the path up, that lead towards the light. After all, he didn't want to know what his brain was going to put in the water with him. Better to be closer to the surface than what might be lurking deep below.
Unless it was like a sexy scuba diver or something but he highly doubted that he'd be that lucky in this case.
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 8:14 pm
Having so thoroughly convinced herself that her abandoning of the Warrior would leave her physically incapable, Ahria was flabbergasted to see her dagger not only hit the creature, but practically split it in half. The force of the dagger left it embedded into the floor beneath, and the heartless(she remembered their name now) vanished in a mist of darkness.
"A Shadow... one of the weakest of its kind, if I remember right, but still dangerous. But of all the things to dream of... why Kingdom Hearts?"
She mused on the question as she stepped forward to collect her dagger only to pause at the sound of glass cracking. Apparently the patterned glass she stood upon wasn't made for such rough treatment, because massive lines were now radiating from where her dagger stuck into it(which, oddly enough, was exactly where the heartless had disappeared).
She paused for a moment, now very uncertain as to the condition of her footing. She got her answer quickly, however, when more cracks began spreading throughout the glass beneath her. She now knew she didn't have much time.
The very instant she moved again, the glass shattered starting from the very edges. She made a mad dash for her dagger, hoping to collect it before possibly being separated from it forever(not like she knew she could just call it back again). The floor shattered quickly, however, and Ahria was only a step away before her feet no longer stood on solid ground.
And, as she fell once more, Ahria wondered, for the first time oddly enough, if all of this... if everything she was experiencing right now... was real?
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 8:26 pm
Song Yi Kim : The Dark Path : Station of Awakening
Song stared glumly at the three objects in turn, then frowned, . As she understood it, she was here in this dream world wearing only what she wore to bed. Hesitantly, she touched her face, which could not feel the pressure of the glasses she usually wore, the glasses she would need to be able to see this clearly. Nothing. There was no plastic frame or glass lens under Song's fingers, just the skin of her face. Her eyes widened in shock. she traced her face with both hands in disbelief,
It was an "Oh. Wow," moment, but Song had to admit she had more important things to deal with: the weapon/play style/stat choice. It was infuriating that it was right after the path choice, too. She closed her eyes and recollected all of her vague knowledge of this choice. "In Re:coded," she thought out loud, "all this choice determined was your starting abilities. However, in KHI and II--II didn't have the giving up option, though--the choice determined your growth, like when you gained access to certain abilities, and max caps. I can't recall the specifics, but I know the rod gave you really high mana. That's about it. In that case…" "I want a guidebook or a wiki!". The yelling, once again, helped Song clear out her thoughts. Although, unlike the last time she shouted her emotions for all of the nonexistent crowd to hear, she was not driven to a choice in this instance.
Song worked to calm herself down. Although, she didn't really need to any longer, .
Ah, that was a concern she had almost forgotten about. In due, Song would need to fight someone or something. Probably something because if this dream-reality-whatever was anything like the games, her first opponents would be heartless. Whatever she fought, she could not rely on having allies and there was the chance that whatever choice she made wasn't going to instantly transform into a keyblade or any other type of weapon. Those factors completely kicked the shield out of the running.
The power of the guardian.
Kindness to aid friends.
A shield to repel all.
She liked the concept of using a shield as a weapon. It was an entertaining idea to her, but knowing herself, she would not be able to properly wield a shield as an offensive tool. She'd barely be able to use it defensively. Song feared pain, and she would choose to err on the side of being pathetic rather than persuading herself that she could use the shield only to find later that she was too scared to get close enough to the enemy to render it effective. She strove to be nice and kind but she couldn't be as selfless as the responsibility of the guardian would dictate.
That left sword and rod. The sword held the same problems as the shield at first. However, so did the rod, just to a lesser extent, because she was likely going to have to use the rod more as a fancy mace than an actual wand for the first few battles. If the stereotypical progression of game introductions were anything to go by, then she won't have enough magic to just use magic at first.
Song began pacing again, this time back and forth between the sword and the rod. The mysterious voice would introduce each weapon as she passed within the vicinity of their respective spots. Every now and then, Song would glance over hesitantly at the shield, as if wondering if that wasn't what she wanted. Kindness seemed like a much easier thing for her to do than mustering a fearless courage or an indomitable spirit. After all, she often found herself playing a support-type character in video games. Then she reminded herself, Death, that word made her shiver. she cringed at the thought, She knew she couldn't lie to herself like that, but she was genuinely worried about her ability to fight, even if her opponent was a heartless which. At least, she was pretty sure that Heartless weren't sentient.
Song looked up at the two weapons. What would come was going to come eventually. Song figured that she'd just have to make the best out of it than and there.
The power of the warrior.
Invincible courage.
A sword of terrible destruction.
The Power of the Mystic.
Inner Strength.
A Staff of Wonder and Ruin.
Song's hand reached out for the sword. She imagined that if this was a KH game, she would pick the sword because there was already a representative of the rod (Donald) and a representative of the shield (Goofy).
Is this the power you seek?
However, this wasn't the game. She wasn't some heroic character like Sora who had the courage to move forwards into the unknown after losing his home with only his strength to carry him. Song pulled her hand back.
Invincible courage. Kindness to aid friends. Inner strength. If there was something Song would seek to better in herself, she would choose her inner strength, her spirit. An unbending spirit to stand firmly against adversity. An indomitable spirit to withstand the seduction and trickery of others. She didn't need courage to move forwards because, well, she was stuck on this path. She didn't have a choice. What she needed was something to protect her. Kindness would only elicit those selfish dwellers of the darkness to take further advantage of her. With inner strength, she could protect herself from those advances.
Feeling guilty for pushing aside kindness in favor of protecting herself, Song reached her hand out for the power of the mystic.
Is this the power you seek?
She came down this road seeking the power to control darkness. She came down this road hoping that it would start her on the path to fully realize the powers of light, dark, and neutrality. These were only just marginal thoughts that had just barely stood out enough from all the other thoughts to dictate her choice on the three paths. If Song had to choose, power over time and space interested her so much more than light and darkness. However, considering the choices she was given from the ocean floor and the theme of Kingdom Hearts as a whole, it would of course be the elements that formed the epicenter of KH lore--light and darkness--that had filled her thoughts at the time of that previous important decision and this current decision.
To accept the rod meant to prioritize magic over defense and a physical-based offence. As Song's decision rested on the tip of her tongue, the choice she was about to make became more and more convincing. If she wanted to focus on the elements that ruled Kingdom Hearts, it would have to be through magic, most likely. With magic, she could fight from a distance. In fact, she might not even have to directly deal with the opponents.
<'Is this the power you seek?'> Song repeated the question the void had asked her.
Song rephrased the question to fully realize her answer.
"Yes."
[ 1429 / 1000 words ]
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 4:00 pm
[ Luke - Joe | 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...
Luke: 12
Joe: 30 (CRITICAL: It automatically hits. You can still defend. After normal damage calculation, the damage is then doubled. This is an experiment on how critical hits will work. If your DEF goes over 30, then the damage of the critical will be the shadow's STR stat.)
Dream Weapon: 0 points (no added bonus to attacks or defense, just your STR stat + D20 roll)
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 4:14 pm
[ Kyle | Station of Awakening - > Station of Reflection ]
The shadow shivered upon impact from the first attack, and staggered forward, feeling part of its strength being ripped away, but it was not defeated yet. It didn't have any time to recuperate before Kyle's weapon connected, passing through its 'body' even as it turned into 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.
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Damage done to heartless: 15 + 23 / defeated
Kyle's STR is increased by 3 for 3 turns.
- 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.
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 4:21 pm
[ Joseph | The Light Path | Station of Awakening ]
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.
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AldrickZearse Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 4:51 pm
[Joseph: The Light Path: Station of Awakening] His bare feet slapped against the path as he slowly made his way up. And slowly was the key word, as he didn't so much 'walk' as 'meander' along the path, taking his time. All he really had to look at was the platform and the path while he wandered, one of his hands twisting a lock of his hair around his pointer finger to have something to do. Though he had picked up the pace a little when he looked back, it went back to a slow meander once he realized it only disappeared as he moved forward. All the stained glass was making him think of churches, at first. But once he reached the platform, with a surprisingly well-done mosaic of him in the glass, did it register what it was. Kingdom Hearts? Though he was pretty sure he never dreamed of anything like this before. Nothing to this level of detail, at least. But it got him curious, wandering the platform and looking at himself in it before reaching the center. The weapons and platforms the floated over appeared, and the voice called out. Choose one. Discard one. The voice startled him, causing him to flinch a little and look around. Once he straightened, he looked at the weapons, then up into the air "So...no choice? Just gotta pick one? Well...alright then."He didn't take too long to thing. He was just going to pick what he usually did in Kingdom Hearts. Well, except for his first time but that didn't matter right now. He made his way to the staff, grabbing it out of the air and holding it, even giving it a test swing. The power of the Mystic.
Inner Strength.
A Staff of Wonder and Ruin.Once again, the voice made him flinch and look around. Is this the power you seek?Was he supposed to nod? Say something? Do something? He said a simple "Sure." and the staff was suddenly gone. Your path is set.
Now what will you give up in exchange? And now he turned, looking at the remaining two weapons, and went to the sword. He grabbed it, held it, gave it a test swing like the staff. The power of the Warrior.
Invincible courage.
A sword of terrible destruction.
You give up this power? Joseph nodded with a "Mmhm."
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 5:20 pm
[ Joseph | 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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Shadow attack strength: 24
Dream Weapon: 0 points (no added bonus to attacks or defense, just your STR stat + D20 roll)
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AldrickZearse Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 5:38 pm
[Joseph: Station of Awakening]
The weapon disappeared, and the pedestals sunk into the platform. And with it...came an almost sort of understanding. Awareness. He could feel something inside of himself...and somehow knew what it was.
Though, as he knew what he could suddenly do...a lot of it seemed very unlikely to be useful without the proper tools or materials. Which caused him to sigh. Where was he going to get that stuff?
Of course, being distracted by his thoughts, he was almost completely surprised by the little 'beastie' that lunged at him. He caught the movement, his mind calling for the staff that he had picked. It appeared in his hand, and he firmly grasped it, bringing it up in front of himself as a sort of defense. Of course, while it helped, it didn't quite protect his bare arm which suddenly had a few shallow scratches on it.
And with a cry of "Ow! F***er!", Joseph reeled his weapon back, and swung it like a golf club, right at the Heartless' head, aiming to send it up into the air to have the option to attack it again before it could sink into the ground and run away.
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Joseph's Defense: 18
Damage done: 6
Current HP: 94/100
Joseph's Attack: 25
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