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 Posted: Mon Nov 01, 2010 11:51 pm
Mitsudo
[Traverse Town]
Mitsudo listened to Soryuju's answer, then took a deep breath in. "Very well, I suppose that is an acceptable answer." He then caught up to the blonde haired youth, and proceeded to talk to the holy dragoon in a low hiss.
"However, if you hesitate for even a second and your hesitation puts Princess Suzuran or Prince Kuumaru in danger, I will not hesitate to crush you in a gravity field." He hissed under his breath before looking away towards the rest of the group. A man had approached them, holding up a notepad asking about a girl called Haruko.
"...This is odd."
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 2:50 am
[∫ ʋ ʓ ʋ ʁ ᾲ ɳ]
{You look like you fell down a tree and hit every possible branch on the way down.}
[Traverse Town :: Inn :: Lobby ]
Suzu returned a courteous smile towards Thales, whom she recognized from the night prior when she was searching for Moggie. However, the geomancer now felt her cheeks grow a little warm from the embarrassment of leaving them so quickly when they had rescued the moogle. Plus, the man was wearing a sheet... just a sheet. Suzu adverted her eyes back to the others, just in time to catch the written words of the newcomer.
"Haruko..." Suzu spoke, slowly as if rolling the name around in her mind. Were they talking about the same Haruko? Yes, the Haruko of her world took part in a rebellion, though ultimately the swarms of heartless cast fear on the faces of the rebellion as well. That girl was left unaccounted for however. Suzu narrowed her indigo eyes, shifting onto her right leg.
"How do you know of Haruko?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 8:48 am
[[Masenko-Ma]]
[[Castle Oblivion] .:. [Kitchen]]
Masenko's "serious" mood suddenly switched on, looking over to Fal'navi and saying aloud, "My guess is that they're a pair of fairly important Keyblades. My old man used to do a lot of research on Keyblades, and I faintly recall him mentioning something along the lines of 'heaven keys'. Of course, he was just a quack. Probably never got any further in his research, either." The nobody turned his gaze to Vereor before smiling. "I'm not wrong, am I?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 9:06 am
[[Core]]
[[Traverse Town] .:. [First District] .:. [Cafe]]
The swordsman looked over at the man who had just ordered, having just felt the man's eyes upon him. HE stared as Rasxa for a moment before he noticed the waitress coming to pick up the warrior's dishes. "Wait, ma'am, don't-" Too late.
The young woman buckled under the pressure that surrounded Core, her legs unable to keep her up anymore as she fells too her knees. "I... I forgot about that."
The swordsman grabbed Mugenken and threw it over his shoulder before dropping a handful of pure gold on the table. "Sorry for the trouble, ma'am. Please accept my apologies and this gold as a gift. It should be worth far more Munny than the meal was." Core started walking away, his absence allowing the waitress to resume her duties (though they were cut horribly short when she realized she would never have to work again with the gold Core had given her). Being the strongest person of his homeworld, Core wasn't exactly impoverished.
The warrior made his way to Rasxa's table and sat down, his Incredible Pressure overtaking the table. If Raxsa's physical strengths were anything close to the waitress's, he might find himself unable to move. If he was stronger, his movement would still be somewhat impeded. Incredible Pressure- a blessing and a curse, only the strong may approach or be approach by Core. He set down Mugenken next to the table and grinned at Rasxa, holding his hand out in greeting as he said, "Cornelius Edgelock."
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 3:12 pm
~Window~ [Traverse Town::Merlin's House] As expected, sleep eluded Window like a fairy light in a swamp, always dancing farther and farther ahead, always just out of reach, leading the pursuer ever deeper into the mire. Thoughts swirled and crashed, and after awhile Window was sure that, if he had been standing, he would have become dizzy. With no more added stimulation to take his mind off his musings, the extra attention instead turned inward. Eventually, the tempest of thoughts became colors dancing behind his closed eyes, which in turn blended into blackness. A light in the distance among the murky dark---fading, now blinding, pulsing like a heartbeat. It was so familiar. It felt like...home. Window sprinted toward it, but it was so hard; he felt as if his legs were trudging through sludge, and when he looked down, he saw there was really no ground at all---just...blackness. It was like before...right before he got to Traverse Town! Memories came back to him in the eerie way that dreams make everything clear, and he remembered the cosmos rushing past him in a blaze of life. However, there was a more pressing matter in front of him. Despite the difficulty, he continued to run. Something told him he had to get there in time. In time for what? he wondered. After what seemed like decades, the light was a little larger, and Window threw out his hand in a desperate attempt to grasp it. But, as he got closer, his hand began to turn dark, black slowly growing from his fingertips and up his hand. It felt cold, and wherever the black touched Window sensed an odd emptiness. But, no, he had to get to the light. He had to save it! And still he reached out, the black growing up his arm, when a tingling sensation began at his fingers. Window watched with awe as his hand began to disintegrate, the dark particles breaking off and floating off into the void. NO!! he yelled in horror. But still he pressed on. Maybe he could run fast enough to avoid it? Maybe if he just ran fast enough and willed it hard enough, he could overcome this! The light was so much closer, almost in reach, and Window sprinting wildly, half of his arm dispersed to the emptiness, half of his body covered in darkness, desperately flinging himself onward...A sudden warmth from behind. Window felt himself snapped backwards, and in the next instant his eyes jerked open. The reassuring tan wall stared back at him, and Merlin was calling everyone awake. Window stirred slightly beneath the blanket, still feeling a bit scattered. He pulled out his right arm, from underneath him as he was sleeping on his right side, laughing embarrassedly at himself, thinking it was silly how people have to use any means possible to remind themselves that it was all just a dream. Barely lifting up the covers, he peeked under. His right forearm was not there. Window panicked, closing his eyes. No, stop it. This is just my mind playing tricks on me. He slowly opened one eye, and through the sliver between his two eyelids he saw a small, golden glow and the rest of his arm and hand solidify into existence. The golden light burned off a few spots of blackness at his fingertips before fading away, leaving everything normal again. Window hadn't moved much during all of this, so no one noticed he was awake yet, and the light had been hidden by the blanket. When he was sure no one had seen anything, Window finally sat up and got out of bed, quickly dressing and straightening out his clothes. It was a little tiring to keep up the polite demeanor all the time, having to wake up and go to sleep while constantly monitoring how he acted, but he couldn't help himself from doing it; it was second nature. Replying to Merlin's suggestion, Window replied, "Ah, breakfast sounds like a fine suggestion. However, I am afraid I still do not possess any of the currency of Traverse Town..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 4:48 pm
Kuroda
{Traverse Town ~ First District}
Pushing open the large doors that led to the First District, Kuroda stepped out from the abyss of space and into the familiar town, always covered in gentle darkness. As he walked into the center of town the glow of light that surrounded his body began to fade away, revealing his attire. All that was instantly discernible was the large white cloak that he wore, covering his other clothes. After scanning the area to see what had changed, noticing the gummi ship in the middle of the area, he approached the cafe and sat down at a table after removing the cloak and the twin scabbards that hung at his back.
Now that the cloak was gone, it was easy to see his clothes. A simple dark-blue tunic and pants, and a necklace of some kind, the key hidden by his shirt. Scanning the people in the cafe, he decided none of them were of particular danger and raised his hand into the air and summoned over a waitress. "I'll have the soup of the day." Clearly not planning on offering more information, the waitress left to place his order.
Glancing at the gummi ship, he pondered why someone would have left it there. It wasn't the logical place to leave such a ship.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 5:48 pm
~Rasxa~
Life is an Illusion, Therefore, We all Believe the Same Lie ~ Traverse Town--> First District-->Cafe~ The man that Rasxa had been staring at moments before seemed to have decided to come over and sit across from him. An enormous force descended upon him, locking up his muscles. What is this? It feels like an huge weight has been put on top of me. He thought as he watched the man extend his hand and greet him, "Cornelius Edgelock." Rasxa strained to move his arms, forcing his will into them, making them move. It was twenty minutes before Rasxa actually grasped the guy's hand, let alone shake it. "Rasxa. If you don't mind me asking, what the Hell did you do to my joints?" He said, so slowly as his jaws wouldn't move as quick as normal. His tone was one of confused anger, this didn't happen to Rasxa on a regular basis. I was right to think that meeting this guy in a dark alley would not be fun. If I even so approached him, I would probably fall before I reach him. He thought after finally finishing shaking the guy's hand. It took another twenty minutes to take his hand back.
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 6:12 pm
[Moggie : Traverse Town : Inn]
"Yes, that is correct," the moogle answered Thalas, "Mog or Moggie." she shock her head at the question about her condition, in attempt to dismiss it. For Moggie wasn't even sure herself. Nor did she feel like talking about it.
The moogle soon started to eye the man and his state of clothing, "Shouldn't you do something about your state of clothing, or no? Kupo."
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 6:23 pm
[[Core]]
[[Traverse Town] .:. [First District] .:. [Cafe]]
The young man scratched the back of his head and smiled. "Sorry, I guess you weren't as physically capable as you looked... But I really haven't done anything to you. This 'Incredible Pressure' is a byproduct of my own physical strength. The oppressive feeling of my own raw power surrounds me, buckling down on those who aren't capable of withstanding it. The stronger you are, the less you feel, and there are many on my homeworld who do not feel the pressure at all." Core scooted his chair back a bit, hoping to alleviate Rasxa of at least a portion of the pressure.
"If you cannot withstand it, though, then that simply means you don't have to worry about me. You see, I left my homeworld in search of the mightiest warriors the ocean of space has to offer me. When you live for the thrill of finding someone stronger than yourself, being the strongest person from your world almost demands that you travel elsewhere..." Core laughed a bit before adding, "Though I've had some trouble with people. Aside from the man who brought me here, I've yet to find someone I can hold a normal conversation with. It can be rather depressing, actually."
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Posted: Tue Nov 02, 2010 8:57 pm
/Nαlo/
Nalo glanced back at the now awake Window and shuffled back to his side. He rested his chin on the top of Window's head, messing his hair slightly. "Mornin' sleepy-head. The gang's all here...Err....Except for y'know...Everyone else." Nalo slurred his s's as he often did. They sounded so pleasant. "So, off to breakfast then? Are you coming with us? Oh Window, I have a little bit of money left for some breakfast."
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AldrickZearse Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 7:27 am
[Kellan Feredir]
{...} [Traverse Town: Inn] The brown of Kellan's eyes and hair seemed to do a small shudder, the brown just barely leaking into a light blue shade, giving his coloring a slightly odd look of a mix between sky blue and neutral brown. Someone knew about Haruko! Great! Now he could not go into this as blind as he had been. Quickly the male scribbled on a new page, his handwriting getting a little less neat in his excitement as his face 'opened up' with a smile, a little crooked cause of the cheek scar. Once he was done, he flashed the paper to the two that seemed to respond the best. Name's Kellan Feredir, call me Kel or Hunter, and I'm a bounty hunter. The girl has a bounty on her head for apparently helping lead a 'rebellion', so I'm after her.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 11:32 am
~.~Thales~.~ ”You can bend it and twist it… You can misuse and abuse it…
But even the gods cannot change the Truth.” [Traverse Town ~.~ Traverse Town Inn ~.~ Hallway]"Yeah... I probably should put on some clothes," Thales said in agreement. "Don't go anywhere!" With that, the boy turned around and ran into his room, quickly putting on the clothes that were neatly folded on the nightstand, and then ran back out, stumbling as he tried to put on his boots. "There, that's better," Thales said as he patted himself down. Since he was too preoccupied with Moggie, he hadn't noticed the boy with the notepad until now. He squinted his eyes as he read the scribbles on the pad, feeling a bit uncomfortable about the boy's request.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2010 1:35 pm
~Rasxa~
Life is an Illusion, Therefore, We all Believe the Same Lie ~ Traverse Town--> First District-->Cafe~ As soon as Cornelius backed up, Rasxa flexed his arms cracking his neck and stretching to the extent of his ability although he still moved slower than normal. "Well I'm glad you really hadn't done anything to my joints. I really thought that you had actually put a spell against me to make me easier to approach. I've actually had someone do that to me before because even thought I may not be strong, I'm dangerous all the same. So your story is something quite interesting. I'm looking for my friends, they were scattered among the worlds when it was destroyed which was four years ago. My friend would have been able to stand near you and talk to you normally... when I first met him he knocked me unconscious." Rasxa explained, laughing sadly as he remembered what happened to Daemon and Saiuki. He carefully watched Cornelius, still wary of any further surprises from him. If the guy suddenly advanced, Rasxa could at least slow him down so that he could get out of the way.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 8:03 am
[[Core]]
[[Traverse Town] .:. [First District] .:. [Cafe]]
"Actually, I'm incapable of magic," the swordsman said flatly, "All people from clockwork are 100% incapable of using magic. However, because of the total lack of magic on clockwork, those with a sixth sense are rather sensitive to sensing it. Of course, they're a rare type. Not many people with that ability, even those at the top of the pantheon like myself rarely have it. As for your friends, I'm sorry to hear they were lost. I remember not long before the main with magic arrived on Clockwork, creatures similar to the ones I found here attempt to invade... It didn't last very long for the people of Clockwork to simply see them as 'sport'."
Core got to his feet and slung Mugenken over his shoulder, pushing the chair back under the table with a smile. "Sorry, but I'll go ahead and leave you to finish your meal unhindered. I would ask to join you in your quest to find your friends, if only to see if your claims of one of them being able to stand up to me are true... But four years of searching doesn't show promise of finding them anytime soon. What are their names? If I run into them, I'll let them know you're looking for them."
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 4:55 pm
~Rasxa~
Life is an Illusion, Therefore, We all Believe the Same Lie ~ Traverse Town--> First District-->Cafe~ Rasxa sighed sadly, nodding. "That's kind of you, but I don't think you'll be able to run into them. The darkness stole their hearts away a long time ago. Daemon and Saiuki..." He trailed off, for the first time noticing that his food was not here and it has been more than twenty minutes. Where is that waitress? He thought, looking around angrily. He didn't have his food yet and it was supposed to be here half an hour ago. Looking around, he realized that it hadn't been more than at least ten minutes. I wish that I wouldn't do that, time moves slower than that... He thought, tapping his forehead.
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