Looks interesting. The Dream Drop Distance trophies caught my eye with the golden egg trophy. Breeding spirits will be an experience to be sure.
I like games, anime (watching Fate/Zero and Blue Exorcist atm), comic books, conventions, pets (dogs will forever be amazing), drawing, and have been interested in archery for quite some time. Does this make us friends? No, but hey with any luck maybe that'll change, after all it's nice to have friends. Given you're now back on KHV, I'm sure that you'll make plenty of your own given all the strange and...."exotic" personalities that we as a community have to offer! Welcome back to the site!
Breaking my rule of no additional roleplays, just for this one last time. Consider me signed up, dedicated to posting actively (sorry for those of you who just nearly kicked the bucket laughing at this) and hellbent on keeping the RP alive. Mystery aspect is a brilliant twist on the standard KH rp format, and the whole premise is one I like the sounds of. My only real question is how much freedom will be given with creating characters, specifically this; will we get to create our own characters, or will we simply pick from a list? And if we can create our own, do we write our own bio (if there even is a bio)? Can I create Paul the supreme heartless if we can make bad guys?
Laying on the ground, defeated, Glen was simply rubbing his face with his hand for a moment from where Ignis had hit him. Truth be told, he probably could've avoided it if he'd tried, but he had the feeling that it wouldn't have been over until the lady had gotten revenge. That being said, she seemed somewhat satisfied so Glen gave a little push and got her off of him, before standing up himself. "You're right. I do have a pretty face, thank you for noticing" he said somewhat smugly. He didn't genuinely have an ego that big, but he couldn't resist doing something to get back at Ignis, even if it were a little childish. Besides, he had something far more important to direct his attention towards. He'd lost his puns. Stepping over to Beuce, he pointed straight at his arm. "Since when do you have an arm, and since when is it glass? How did you even get it like that? Can I get one like that? That's awesome as hell and I have to have one" he asked, clearly interested in the god hand. Part of him did wonder though, how hard was it for Beuce to actually grip things now? Would doorways prove to be a far more infuriating foe for him than even No Heart?
"Yeah, may as well see it through. Maybe we'll find some treasure at the end of this, mummies have treasure by them I'm sure of it. I call dibs on any rubies or bracelets" the weapon said excitedly. Diamonds may have been a girl's best friend, but Dana had a small fascination with bracelets. It probably stemmed from the fact her parents often encouraged it by getting her some of them, but who knew? It was just one of the many quirks and oddities that made Dana Knightfall, well, Dana Knightfall. And she loved it.
Just stating it here but Glen gave up the power of the mystic and chose the path of the hunter. Also purchasing speed chain if that is possible
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY LLAVE YOU ABSOLUTE LEGEND And welcome back too, your loss of presence was felt and it is good to see you again. #Nailedit
Geez, I haven't made a status post all year. I need to step up my game.
Chaol was not happy with the maze. He'd remained quiet when presented with the riddle (he kinda sucked at them), and mazes were almost as terrifying of an ordeal. Chaol Arroway was most certainly not a puzzle-solver. He was more of a hands on sort of person, taking a practical approach to things and getting them done in the most efficient manner, which is why Matthew's idea sounded like a fantastic one. "Sounds like a good idea to me. It beats just randomly running around, anyway. I say we give it a shot" the assassin said, giving his two cents. "Gaaaah.....when will this ever end? Too many choices, too many mummies, too much sand. It's enough to give a girl stress wrinkles" Dana complained, before turning into her human form once more (she was getting very good at swapping between them so casually) and jabbing a finger towards the ceiling. "If you're watching, lord death, then you'd better have a whole buttload of ice creams ready for us when we get back. If you could make them the same flavour of those souls that would be nice too, but no biggie if you can't. Oh, oh make them chocolate with only the finest sprinkles. You got that? Awesome, thanks, will make a fine-ass death scythe one day to make it up to you" she called out, before glancing down the paths they were presented with. Shrugging her shoulders, and knowing Zoey wouldn't be able to actually see that, she started walking to their left. "This way to the kishin soul, I can feel it in my bones, and my nose can smell it. It reeks of old people down here, did you know that?"
"Sorry about that, mind's not really all there. Trial striking in the most vulnerable places, remember? Still, good to see you're okay" Glen replied, before glancing over in the direction of Karina. Part of him wanted to go over and say hi, but given the interactions with Karina in the past, maybe it wasn't such a good idea. Although, he couldn't just stand still and say nothing. Without knowing the context of what exactly they were talking about, Glen decided to open his mouth (terrible decision) and simply called out "Hey Karina, just remember that Aux and Vanitas are out there somewhere and are long overdue for a serious ass kicking. And if there's anybody here that kicks major ass it's proooobably you" he called out. Beating people up seemed to be what Karina was into, he knew that pretty damn well, so maybe that would help. Even if it didn't, well it couldn't do any more harm could it? She looked like she was on the verge of breaking down entirely. Once that was said, he turned his attention back to Ignis. "So, what kinda stuff happened in your trial?" he asked in an attempt to actually hold a conversation. It was fairly obvious though that he was distracted, glancing every couple of seconds at Karina who was barely clothed. She might have been a ***** to him at times, but damn if she wasn't a fine looking one in the right lighting. Wow, he was really messed up. Probably not as messed up as he'd be if either Ignis or Karina noticed though. Good Sapphire he hoped that didn't happen.
XXIX - The tale of Glen Senka "Resurgence of the key/The will to fight" Part 4 of 4 (This one is kinda lengthy and poorly written. I'm only going to put the beginning part in a spoiler, so read at your own peril, or don't. I don't think many people read these anyway XD ) Spoiler: Resurgence of the key Falling into the darkness, Glen had been beaten and he knew it. He'd tried to change the past, and he had succeeded just like he'd been trying to for years, and yet despite that his father had still died. Illusion or not, that wasn't something that would likely ever leave him, much as he wished it would. However, his adventure wasn't over yet. He was still alive, and even if he didn't want to, he had to keep on pushing forward. Looking at the glass mural that was fast approaching him, he could see something that he hadn't really noticed before. On the stained glass were pictures of various people from the SOS group, and that was enough to tell him exactly where he was. The glass, the pictures, hell he could swear there was some kind of peaceful music that he could hear in the background, all of it was something he'd experienced once before, and heard stories about from his father. He was in the depths of his own heart. They said that the people you saw there were the people you felt closest to, or people that on some level you considered important to you. All of the things that he'd done in the last few months, his father hadn't been there for. All of the progress he'd made, the strength he'd gathered, he hadn't done it alone but had in fact done it with the others. In a weird way, he supposed they were almost a second family to him. He landed gently on the mosaic and looked down at the pictures. Each of these people had made an impact on him and some of them had even taught him things he'd never realised before, or never really attempted. Even so, losing his father a second time had really shattered something inside of Glen, but at least he knew where he'd gone wrong. Taking on the darkness was something he had always tried to do on his own, even as a little kid, but things were always easier with someone there to back you up. If he'd never ran in the first place, his father may have still been alive in reality. He thought back to the fight with Dane he'd just experienced. He hadn't had the keyblade, and even if he had...maybe this wasn't a fight he was meant to win. Maybe, just maybe, it was more important that he simply accepted things were as they were. It made sense, he hadn't been able to change anything in the long run anyway, so changing the past clearly wasn't the solution. He sighed. He'd wanted to make a difference so badly he'd lost sight of the bigger picture. He wasn't just Glen Senka, he was a keyblade wielder, he was someone who was meant to be a herald for the light and not of the dark, yet the longer he went on living in the past the more he risked giving into the darkness within. He made a decision. He wasn't going to change the past, rather he was going to protect the future. He'd become strong enough to protect those few people who had become such an important part of his being, and he wasn't going to stop until the day he died. Just after making that decision, four pedestals rose out of the mosaic around him. If you'd asked Glen a year ago, he would've told you each of them had a weapon on them, but he could see that they were merely the tools he needed to build a better future for everyone. Naturally, he veered over towards the sword and simply stared at it for a moment. This sword was a symbol of great destructive power, the power to defeat every foe before it, something that appealed greatly to the ex-keyslinger. However, next to it was another pedestal with a spear on it. One look at it made it easy to see the perfect balance of it. It wasn't too big, yet wasn't too small, and unlike the sword it could probably be used in all kinds of acrobatic maneuvers, the kinds of things Glen absolutely loved doing as a child. As a weapon itself, the sword was likely better, but if he was going to attempt a change of attitude, he needed a change of weapon. Reaching forward, he took the spear. The sacrifice was way easier, he gave up that staff without hesitation. Sure, magic was cool and all, but the other two would be far more useful to him if he ever needed them. Swinging the spear a few times, he was impressed with its weight and within seconds found he preferred it over a straight up sword. Looking down one last time at the pictures of the people on his mosaic, he nodded. "I don't think any of you will ever know how important you are to me. I barely talk to just about any of you, and yet here you are, helping me out here" he stated, before now looking directly up. "I wish I could stay here for just a moment longer. It's so...peaceful, kinda surreal. I guess this is what it'll be like once No Heart's been defeated, huh?" he questioned aloud. He was then enveloped in so much light he had to shield his eyes, and when he removed his arms he found himself standing right where he had fallen. The first thing Glen noticed was that the spear had turned back into the kingdom key. The second thing was Rapunzel on the ground, clearly badly injured. He wasn't sure how the girl had gotten away from Vanitas, or why she was there, but he raced over to try to help her anyway. "Rapunzel? Are you okay?" he asked, even though the answer was a definite 'no'. "Glen, you have to fight. Fight for what you believe in. Fight for your dream" she said, saying what was probably the most un-rapunzel-like thing you'll ever read. "I know that now. Thank you. Can you still fight?" he asked, to which the princess responded with a nod. "Alright, but stay back. If you can, try to do that healing thing you do with your hair and let me handle this guy" he instructed. Stepping forward, Glen gave a casual wave to Dane. "Sorry, but you're leaving" he stated. Dane simply laughed at him. "Nah, this place is interesting. I think I'm gonna stay for a while, have a bit of fun with the people here, and then blow it to hell" he responded. This comment really got Glen's blood boiling, but he did his best to keep his calm. He was going to be able to unleash that anger in just a moment anyway, he could feel it. "I wasn't asking" he replied, in a relatively serious tone as he dashed forward with his keyblade in hand and took a swing. Spoiler: BGM Dane, as expected, parried flawlessly and responded with an all-too-cocky horizontal slash to the torso, to which Glen nimbly leaped up and over the scythe, before swinging at the shadow reaper's skull. Dane, not expecting such movement after his previous battle, raised his scythe just a little too slowly, and though he blocked the impact his weapon was knocked ever so slightly to the side. Glen was reacting quicker, he was attacking quicker, and he was undoubtedly striking with renewed strength. He'd tuned out every piece of information that wasn't absolutely crucial to the fight at hand, and because of it he was able to improve his other senses. He had abandoned his defensive stance in favour of a more powerful offensive one, but that was exactly what Dane had not expected. The follow-up strike from Glen sent Dane reeling, hitting him square in the back and pushing him forward. Only milliseconds seconds later, Glen was on the offence again, but his attire was different. He was wearing a black jacket, had black gloves on, and his kingdom key had turned into a sword. Swinging his sword with more speed than the human eye could comprehend, he did a lightning quick, 5-hit combo attack in the shape of a cross, hitting Dane right in the back. The shadow reaper turned immediately and swung behind him in an attempt to slay the foe that had dared to hit him, but he found that his scythe hit absolutely nothing other than a small cloud of smoke that had manifested itself. Unknown to Dane, Glen had changed once again and was now in green and black clothing with a beautiful butt-scarf flowing behind him. His sword had now become an outright katana, but it wouldn't be that way for long. The moment the smoke dissipated, Glen rushed forward and casually dodged a reckless strike from his foe. As he did so, his attire changed again and he was suddenly shirtless with a white bandage around his torso and a black hood on, and no longer had a keyblade in hand. He also had a tattoo that looked totally badass, but that's irrelevant. Anyway, he continued past Dane's scythe and got nice and close to the man, before delivering a hugely painful uppercut, landing ten consecutive hits on his opponent and knocking him onto his back. Not giving up the opportunity, Glen's clothing changed back to his regular clothes, but his keyblade was back in hand and no longer the kingdom key. This key was Last Legacy, a keyblade that symbolised him being the last of the Senka family, and his newfound drive to push onwards no matter what. With this clothing, Glen moved with lightning speed and slid underneath an attack, delivering one final slash to the shadow reaper and ending the illusion's life simultaneously. With the fight over, Glen turned and looked to Rapunzel and gave a brief thumbs up, before turning to see a door had appeared where Dane had fallen. It was a white door, with golden handles, and it had the same name and number on it as the one he had entered his homeworld from. He was sad to see the end of his homeworld, but it wasn't goodbye; not really. After all, even if it had felt real it was an illusion. He might not have been able to return home due to it being destroyed, but Kara was out there somewhere and after he was done with SOS he intended on returning to her. Then, and only then, would he give up being a keyblade wielder and try to live a relatively normal life, hopefully with her as a part of it. For the moment, he could only push forward and try to stop No Heart's plans. No, not try. He was going to stop No Heart's plans, no matter what. With one last look at the illusion of his homeworld and a wave to Rapunzel, he stepped through the door and left his past behind him. The moment he got back, Glen was more confused than ever. He felt a great deal of relief at seeing his friends, but Karina looked even more sorrowful than she usually did. "What the hell happened here? And Raisor, why are you female again?" he asked, not aware that he may very well have come off as very rude.
Username: Glen Brief Synopsis of Story: A look into what may have happened if Spoiler: Dream Drop Distance story spoiler Lea hadn't arrived in time to save Sora in DDD , and what the guardians of the light would have come up with to combat the new problem they posed. Genre(s)/Theme(s) of Story: Uh, adventure I guess? Desired Rating for Story: T Type of Story: Much as I'd love to see it as a full thing, I'm going to suggest maybe 4 or 5 chapters Main Character(s) Lea, Sora, Riku, Young Xehanort Supporting Character(s): Mickey, Donald, Goofy, Isa, Master Xehanort Setting(s): Yen Sid's tower, The World that Never Was What do you most like about Kingdom Hearts?: The theme of friendship and light triumphing over darkness What do you like about KHVs?: All the weirdoes on here, meant entirely in a good way I promise What to do you want to see out of this story?: The author work with their own ideas into it Is it okay to ask for you input if I need it?: Yes, though I'm not sure how much help I'll be Would you like me to give you credit for the idea? Sure why not Dedicate this Story to You?: Nah Anything else?: Make sure to have fun with it XD
XXIX - The tale of Glen Senka "Confrontation" Part 3 of 4 (This is probably the worst post I've written in a long time, read at your own risk) The moment Glen arrived at the battle between the heartless and his father, he found himself speechless. His father was...amazingly good at fighting. Every movement he made was smooth and followed into the next one, every dodge near perfectly timed. How had his father been slain by the heartless when he was handling them this well? "Holy s**t, I can't believe you never taught me that!" he exclaimed, unable to help himself. At this, his father paused and glanced over in his direction. "Glen?" he asked, confused and worried. Worried that his son was there, in the middle of this battle. That moment of distraction was what the heartless needed, taking advantage of it and striking towards his father. The strike hit his father, and he was hit hard, knocked to the ground. Immediately, the heartless leaped onto him as they prepared to finish him off, but right as they did so the heartless creature was shoved off his father by none other than Glen himself. He had gotten there fast, much faster than he would have been able to move when he had actually been there. He had no keyblade, he had no weapon altogether, but he wasn't about to let his father die again. As the heartless was pushed off of his father, Mr Senka got to his feet and swiftly dispatched the creature with his keyblade. No sooner had he done that when he turned around and glared at his son. It was unusual to see his father so upset, but then again it was understandable given he'd probably been just as worried in that moment as the ex-keyslinger had been. "What was that?" "What was what?" "That. You know you can't come with me to these sorts of things, if something happened to you I could never forgive myself" "I came to help" "Then where is your keyblade? You can't fight heartless without it" "I know, Dad. It's a long story, I'll tell you about it after we've stopped the rest of them" No sooner had Glen finished speaking than one of the people that lived in the village, his father's best friend George, came running over. "We've got trouble, big trouble" he said, panting from exhaustion. He had clearly been running quite the distance to get there. "Yeah? What's up?" Glen's father asked. "Heartless, hordes of them. They aren't acting like rabid beasts, they're actually working together like one big unit. All being led by some guy with a scythe. He came in spouting crap about how he's our god or something, how he's unstoppable, and that he's going to kill every one of us" George responded. Glen's father groaned. "Well, I guess I'd better go" he said, before turning to look straight at Glen. "You stay here" he commanded. Glen opened his mouth to respond, but his father spoke first. "No buts. I can take care of this" he said, before taking off in the direction George had come from. Gods, he was fast, maybe even quicker than Glen had been no more than a couple of weeks back. Glen tried to chase after him, but the moment he took a step he felt a humongous pain in his head, causing him to collapse to his knees as he sat there clutching at it, praying it would leave him. It did, but as it left him so too did the blocks that had been in place. He remembered everything. Not just the details surrounding his father's death and how his distraction had caused it, but the events after it. The screams, the horrible stench of death, the mass of heartless. He remembered the death of Aatarsilu, and everyone on it. The memories that chilled him to the core had returned. The memories he had tried his best to forget. He had run, and abandoned everyone there to die. Their blood was on his hands, and there was no changing that. However, before he confronted those he had to go and at least stop the memories from re-creating themselves. His memories may have come back, but that drive to change everything had not. He had clung to it this long, that wasn't about to change. Taking off as fast as his feet could take him, he made his way after his father, fear-filled body and all. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The moment he got there, he could tell everything was going to hell. There were very few bodies, thankfully, but people were being overwhelmed by the heartless. People ran from them, some even fought back, but ultimately it was useless. The creatures caught them, they killed them, just like they had in the real Aatarsilu. He had to find his father; he was the only one that could stop all this. He found him quite quickly, but he wasn't alone. He was engaged in fierce combat with the man George had described. His hair was a very dusty, messy brown and his eyes seemed to be red but it was hard to tell from the distance. The guy was fairly tall, and he had to have been strong to be wielding that scythe as well as he was. The guy radiated a dark purple aura, the aura of the dark, which was just about as frightening in itself as the entirety of the invasion going on. As scary as he was though, his father didn't falter. He was trading blow for blow, holding his own but it was easy to see it was a losing battle. Time and time they clashed again, neither giving the other an edge, but the cuts and visible damage on Glen's father's body was a pretty good indicator of who was winning. He had to do something, but what could he do? If he ran in without his keyblade, he was going to die. If he didn't run in, then his father was going to die. His own words echoed back on him, spoken in his mind earlier. Whatever it takes he had thought. Well, now was the time to prove it. Racing forwards, he began charging at the man with the scythe. Just as he got near, the man with the scythe took a step back from Glen's father. He stood for a second, seriously analysing his foe, before striking forwards. Glen's father went to block with his keyblade flawlessly, attempting to intercept it. However, at the last moment, the man with the scythe dropped his weapon, shocking both Glen and his father, and simply thrust his arm completely through Glen's father's chest. Glen could barely breathe, could barely move, as his father's body fell to the ground with a light thud. He had tried so hard, but it hadn't mattered at all. He had changed nothing. Everyone was going to die, and it was his fault. Because he wasn't strong enough. With a mixture of fury and desperation, Glen surged forward, faster than he had been before. Without a weapon, though, he was doomed. Effortlessly, the man stepped to the side, dodging each and every attack Glen tried and laughing after every second one or so. It was a game to him, and what an easy game it was. Seeing the tactic wasn't working, Glen turned and dove towards him with his arms outstretched as he reached for the man's neck, but the man turned and swiftly stepped to the side, before delivering a painful roundhouse kick to Glen's back, sending the ex-keyslinger forward and face first onto the ground. As his body hit the floor, he could feel the man's leg simply stand on the back of the boy's neck lightly. "Wouldn't move if I were you. My name's Dane Erapper, I'm going to kill this world. Not worth keepin' alive if all you guys are as weak as that other guy was. Hell, you're even worse, but I like your attitude. If you've got nothing to lose, may as well give it your all right? At least you gave me that little bit of amusement, let's say it bought you...oh, I don't know, maybe another five minutes? Yeah, five minutes. You get to watch as your entire world is killed, and guess what? There is f**k all you can do about it" he said, laughing at the end of it. Glen tried to get up, tried to stop him, but he was exhausted. The world was doomed. What did it matter anyway? This was just an illusion, none of it real. But it felt real, it hurt just as much as it had the day he had turned tail and fled Aatarsilu, maybe even a little more. Consciousness left the boy, and darkness overtook the boy just as Dane turned his focus on the other person that had come to try to stop him. A little girl, one with flowing blonde hair and a dress that was all too fancy for the world of Aatarsilu. She didn't have a key like the other one had had, and she was better armed than the boy he'd just beaten. She had, of all things, a frypan and man if looks could kill he would be a goner. "Ha ha, alright then. Didn't realise they were sending the housewives to fight" he stated.
Alright well I don't have any pictures of preparation or anything like that, but a couple of weeks ago (I didn't realise this thread existed okay?) I did make my first, home made meal for my parents. Might not seem like much to some, but for someone who didn't have much experience whatsoever with cooking before moving out...well, it was a pretty big milestone for me and I'm actually really proud of it. So I cooked lamb ragout, which btw tastes freaking amazing and I highly recommend it to anyone who loves the taste of lamb. I'm not sure if anyone not in Australia has the recipe base it's suggesting, but this is the recipe I followed. And this is the picture I took because screw it I wanted to show off.
Well, Chaol's plan had backfired a little. He hadn't thought the cat lady would've had enough of an attention span to actually remember his promise. Then again, food was food and cats always seemed to like their fish...he really hadn't thought that plan through very well. His mentor would've given him a day's worth of lectures for screwing up like that. He sighed briefly, then squatted down and looked at the cat at eye level. "Truth be told, there was no stockpile, but I didn't lie about knowing some rather playful people. I know quite a few party-goers who I think you'd get along with somewhat well, given they are also obsessed with food. As for the fish, well I'm sure I could buy some for you around here, but it'll have to wait until after we're done. Mission comes first, above all else. Even fish" Chaol stated, before getting up and walking over to the door on the left and looking at the inscription. "You'll have to keep up with me Meister, I've had lotsa practice!" the weapon said, moving her weaponised-body to the side slightly to assist with blocking the next strike. They worked well together, her and her meister. She was quite enjoying being Zoey's partner, and she really could see them helping her become a death scythe. Wouldn't lord death be the happiest ever then? He would have the awesomest, bestest death scythe ever. But first she had to focus on taking down these mummies and helping Zoey out in the battles, which is exactly what she intended to do. "Shame this area's so sandy and dusty, the buildings look pretty cool, but the sand in my netheregions is really ruining it"
XXIX - The tale of Glen Senka "Stories" Part 2 of 4 Glen simply stood there, finding it difficult to keep in mind that this person before him was not the real Kara. "Kara, I'm not quite sure what to do" he said suddenly. It was a little out of the blue, and maybe he shouldn't do what he was about to do, but he wanted things to be different. He had the opportunity to see what things would have been like if he had done them differently, if he'd listened to his head more than his instincts. "Must've hit your head harder than I thought. What do you mean?" Kara asked, playful smile on her face as she asked. She was going to be like this the whole time, wasn't she? A bit of a tease, a little playful, but always concerned. "I mean...hey, remember when we were kids, and we made that promise to each other to have each other's back, no matter what?" he asked. At this, Kara actually blushed a little, before nodding. "How could I forget that? That was the first time you really opened up to me, the first time anyone had been that nice to me, the first time I'd felt like...like things were right" his friend responded, speaking somewhat softly. Her words had him stumped. He hadn't realised that moment had impacted her that much, how much else did he not know about Kara? Regardless, it made him feel a little more at ease. If she remembered that memory, it would make telling her what he was about to tell her that much easier. "Alright, I'm going to have to invoke that. What I'm going to tell you is going to sound really, really strange. It's going to sound like i'm absolutely crazy, but I swear to you, Kara, that every word I say is true. Even if this is hard to believe, I need to tell you this, it's really important that I have someone I can trust here" Glen said. Was he making a big mistake by being so upfront like this, would she back away? Thankfully, his fears were put to rest as she nodded once more and sat down on the grass. And so he told her everything. His lineage as a keyblade wielder, his father dying, his journey to find others like him, and his adventures with the group of SOS. He kept it as detailed as possible, talking for a good portion of the day before he finally finished explaining the castle of illusions. Once he'd finished, he allowed the information to sink into his friend's head and they sat there in silence for about ten minutes, before he was surprisingly embraced in a hug. "Kara?" he asked. "It's weird being told that you're not real. I can't say I believe that part of it, but I don't think you'd lie either. If you say that's what happened, then that's what happened. Even...if it is hard to accept" she said, speaking softly once more, before letting go of him and sitting up straight, looking Glen right in the eyes. "So, is that what you were asking me? What you are meant to do in this illusion?" she questioned. If the ex-keyslinger was expecting any kind of reaction, that had by far been the least likely in his mind. Outright, straight up acceptance. Lost for words, he nodded. "Well, you've always been one to train. I never saw you with this key...blade thing, but just with sticks and wooden swords. It was kinda cute, actually. But yeah, you always seemed to be trying to get stronger. Every day you would go to this one place and fight against your father, like getting stronger was your whole reason for existing. So what changed?" she asked. Glen was taken aback by her question. What had changed? Nothing, really. He'd wanted to be stronger, and he had become stronger. He shrugged his shoulders. "I got...older? I don't know!" he exclaimed, only to be met with the sound of pure, beautiful laughter, causing him to laugh with Kara. After a few minutes of laughter, she stopped. "Glen, I'm really grateful to have you as a friend. Even if i'm not the real me, i'm thankful all the same. You always manage to make me happy, even when I probably shouldn't be. I mean, who laughs at being told they don't exist?" she said suddenly, and once again Glen found himself surprised. However, before he could respond she stood up and held out her hand, helping him up as he took it. "You're wrong, you know. If nothing's changed, you won't be able to change things here. You wouldn't be here if they hadn't changed, even a little, so I guess what you should do is find out what did change. What have you been doing since you left here that made you stronger? Find that, cling to it, use it to slingshot you forward. I believe in you, I always have. You'll save your father, and everyone else" Kara said with a reassuring smile. At first, the ex-keyblade wielder smiled back, but it quickly vanished as panic set in. "Wait...What do you mean 'everyone else'?" he questioned, worry in his voice, but Kara had already begun walking back towards the village they had grown up in, too far away for him to reach. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He woke up the next morning in the house he'd grown up in. His mother wasn't there (when was she ever?) and neither was his father. He didn't let it worry him too much, rather he tried to focus on those last few words Kara had said. "Everyone else?" he echoed. What could she mean? Nothing bad had happened to everyone else, his father had died trying to repel the heartless, and he had succeeded. Maybe the castle wasn't all that great with replicating his memories. Shrugging it off, he went and took out the clothes that were in his wardrobe, as well as the scarf that he had hanging there. He hadn't worn these clothes since....well, since he had left Aatarsilu. He'd changed from them pretty quickly, not wanting anything that reminded him of his time on his homeworld, except for his scarf. His scarf was less of a reminder of where he had become, and more an item that brought comfort to him. The one he had on was a little damaged though, from his adventures through the other worlds, and so he got changed into the clothing before him. No sooner had he finished getting dressed than he heard a furious banging sound on the door to his home. Getting up and racing over to the door, he opened it to find an out of breath Kara. "Glen, you have to go" she stated, huffing between breaths. "Why? What's wrong?" "Strange creatures attacked. Your father, he went to go and stop them" The moment Kara finished speaking, Glen started to go forward. However, Kara started to go with him. Immediately he turned and stopped, standing in her way. "Kara, you're not coming with me" he said firmly. "If they killed your father, there's no way I'm staying back here and letting you face them alone" she replied, standing her ground just as stubbornly as the male before her. Giving a half hearted smile, Glen stepped forward and hugged the girl tightly. "I'm not going to risk losing you, too. Please, stay here...for me" Glen requested, his voice a little shaky from the multitude of emotions in his voice. He waited until she stepped back a little bit, then he let go of her. "Things will be fine. I promise you, I will change this. It's all I've wanted out of life since I joined the SOS guys, there's no way I'm going to fail now. See you later" he said, giving Kara a quick kiss on the cheek and then heading off in the direction he knew his father would be in. He knew because he'd seen the body, ravaged and torn up, about a day after he'd died. Running at full pelt, he could feel how much faster he was moving now that he had one thought, and one thought alone racing through his head. This is my chance. I'm not going to lose you again, Dad. No matter what it takes, I will save you. No matter what it takes... (For the record, this is what Glen looks like after changing his attire there, and what he will look like for the remainder of this RP. I didn't draw this, all credit goes to CCDooMo of Deviantart)
Chaol frowned slightly as he walked along with the others. Before he'd been fine with the cat following along, even if it could talk, but now that they were attempting to make some actual progress with their mission, it was no longer a welcome distraction. So, the moment Blaire turned into a female, Chaol had a very brief moment where he was caught off guard (and actually blushed), but quickly regained his composure and strolled over to the furry. "'Scuse me miss, but I happen to know of a bit of a stockpile of fish in the area. Better yet, it's guarded by some very playful people, perfect for someone such as yourself. If you would be so kind as to scout ahead of us for anything suspicious, I'd be happy to show you this place. Heck, I'll even stay behind for a day or so after the mission and show you how to really have fun around here, might even toss in a few extra fish for your trouble along the way. Of course, you can't stay too close to us. Wouldn't want the people we're after to get spooked and not want to play with us, now would we?" he propositioned. Bargaining wasn't Chaol's strong suit, but he'd seen it done enough times to get the general feel of things. He'd known people whom one would swear they had silver tongues, but had never quite picked it up himself in the Dancing Blades. His training had been more along the lines of morality, keeping calm even in the most difficult of situations, and general assassination. Jack of all trades, master of none. With a glow of pure awesome, Dana changed into her weapon form once more, ready to slay some undead things. "Sure, I could go for some more souls. Did that make me sound weird, Zoey? I think it made me sound a little weird. Good kinda weird though. I rock this weird like no other. I'm hungry, feeeeed meeeeeeee master" young Dana Knightfall said, almost drooling at the thought of the mummies' souls.
Standing in front of the doors that he had to pass to enter his own variant of the castle of illusions, Glen had been eager at first but now hadn't moved an inch. He was standing with both of his hands on the doors, hands shaking but other than that barely moving at all. He needed to go in, he knew that, but a large part of him was terrified of what he would find on the other side. Dreamer had said that the castle would hit them where they're most vulnerable, and Glen had no doubt whatsoever where he was most vulnerable. Throughout the time he had spent away from his homeworld, one key issue had always kept him upset, one issue he had always tried to run from and tried to forget, hell he'd tried to outright change, and now here he was about to confront it head on. He was about to see his father die, he was sure of it. With an incredibly deep breath or two, he stepped back from the door and looked back to the others as if he required some reassurance. The few that remained and hadn't gone through were not people he had formed particularly close bonds with, but the ones that had gone through already had faced their daemons, was he really going to stay behind and leave the work to them? With a half hearted laugh, he shook his head and turned around, facing his door once more. "Alright, Aatarsilu, let's see what you've got for me" he said, placing his hands on the door and giving a hefty shove, slamming the doors open and walking inside. XXIX - The tale of Glen Senka "Reunion" Part 1 of 4 The first thing Glen noticed was the light. After being in literal darkness for so long, he hadn't been ready for it and found himself squinting at the scorching summer sun overhead. Once his eyes had adjusted somewhat, he scanned the environment. Yep, things were exactly as he remembered them. He hadn't expected them to feel quite so real though. He knew it was an illusion, but he had to remind himself for fear of getting lost in what lay before him. The grass felt so soft to walk on, and damn if it didn't make the area look so alive. In fact, the only thing that could be seen around the area he was in was the huge, stony cliff that was behind him. Wait, behind him? "Well of course the door vanishes when I entered, why wouldn't it vanish and leave me stuck here?" he asked, venting his frustration a little as he did so. Stepping forward now, he put both hands on the cliff before him and began to climb. From what he could remember, there was a path around the side of the cliff that led to the top, but he hadn't climbed anything in years and he needed to get the urge out of his system. It wasn't amazingly high, but it was something. For the next few minutes, he worked hard and made it to the top quite quickly, quicker than he had when he'd actually been there anyway. It was a little rough, but he'd done it. Letting out a huge sigh of relief, he stretched his arms and yawned a little, still standing near the edge. "Gleeeeeeeen!" came a cry from below. Glen's heart skipped a beat as he heard the voice. He'd know that voice anywhere, how could he forget his best friend, especially when she'd come to mean even more than that eventually? However, the shock had made him quite literally jump back a little, and he found himself wobbling on the edge of the cliff. Waving his arms frantically trying to maintain his balance, he soon found out how ineffective that was and he fell backwards, crashing into the ground with a thud. Letting out a groan, he allowed himself to simply lay there, staring up at the clear, blue sky for a moment. Well, at least now he knew he could still feel pain, even if he was in an illusion. Stupid castle of illusion, why couldn't it make it more distinct that it was a fake? Sitting up, he rubbed his back with his hands and stood up. No sooner had he stood up though than he found himself on the ground, crash tackled there by Kara Dawlinstrus. Getting up quickly, he dusted himself off and looked at the person who had sent him back to the ground. Kara had long free-flowing blonde hair, pale skin and the deepest blue eyes Glen had ever known, but what really got to him was the smile that was on her face. The smile showed genuine happiness, and was easily the most beautiful thing he had seen in a long time. "Uh...hey Kara, long time no see" he said, not quite sure what to say. "Sure, if by long you mean two days. Did you hit your head hard when you fell off of the cliff?" she asked, at first being a little sarcastic only for her voice to switch immediately to concern. Typical Kara. Still though...two days. It had been two days for her, and two years for him. He couldn't even tell her that, there was no way to explain everything that had happened. She'd believe him, he had no doubt about that. Hell, he could probably run naked with a sign around him that was proclaiming the world was going to end and she'd strip down and run with him, believing him just because he was the one who said it. Stripping down wasn't the kind of thing she would normally do, but seriously the amount of support she had shown him over the years was unbelievable. He sighed as he looked at that face, the look of worry that was evident. He hadn't seen anyone look at him like that since he'd left, it really made his heart hurt a little knowing it was all a lie. This was going to be a long, long trip down memory lane.
Yawning, the ever so humble Smurfasaurus wandered over, no longer carrying his laser schimitar but in fact carrying a machete. He'd had a long, deep moment of self reflection in front of the mirror earlier, repeating the phrase "that's not a knife, this is a knife" as he swapped weapons. After that, he had as stated walked onto the deck and over to where the commotion was going on. "Hey ya bloomin' mongrels, how's my favourite piratey mates doin'? Now I ain't a chef, but I found this ripper bay of fish in our space aquarium that I bought for us yesterday- oh right, I bought us a space aquarium for us yesterday, I don't think I mentioned that- and I caught some shrimp. How about we throw it on the barbie?" Smurf asked, barely noticing weird guy standing there. After a moment, the situation sunk in and he blinked twice in disbelief. "Oi, who the heck is this bugger? Did the cap'n go and invite a straggla along again? I knew she would, she always does" Smurf stated bluntly. At first he'd sounded mad, then he sounded pleased. It was fairly clear he was drunk as an aussie skunk. "Nice to meet ya again Weird Guy, hit me up later and we'll 'ave a drink or ten yeah? But touch my wild turkey and you'll be walkin' the plank even if I gotta push ya off meself" the pirate threatened. He wasn't in the right frame of mind, but who cared? His recently re-discovered aussie accent was so sexy and charming whatever words he spoke just inspired the most supreme amounts of lust in a lady's heart, or so he liked to believe.
I'm going to be doing something different and i'll be singing "Six white boomers"
