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Excuse me, but i have a favor to ask. In SOS, the next set of worlds will be Country of Musketeers, Symphony of Sorcery, and Timeless River.

Excuse me, but I have a favor to ask. In the next set of worlds in SOS will be Country of Musketeers, Symphony of Sorcery, and Timeless River.

I have a favor to ask of you. In SOS, the next set of worlds will be country of musketeers, Symphony of Sorcery, and Timeless River.

Alright, a couple things i'd like to say.

First off, i'm sorry for the wait for the RP to start. I've been waiting on a couple people. I'm going to set a deadline to send in your skills for June first! If they haven't been properly sent in before then via skype or PM, we'll start without you.

The people i have skills for so far are...

Noel
Snow
Natsu
Kirito
Kyoko
Serah
Hope
Kain
Byakuren
Petit Dragon
If your character is not on this list, that either means you didn't send in your skills or i didn't write them down.
In either case, i need your skills sent to me
If you have sent them, then you can just copy and paste and jot them down.

In addition, Burnitup and Gexln are now co-runners of the RP.

@~Phoenix~
@Gexln
@Kyubey
@Skyheart
@Usagi Tsukino
@King of Heroes
@Moksha
@KHGrl15
@burnitup

Beuce looked around at the futuristic looking room they were in. Merlin had magically transported them somewhere with his wizardry powers. Maybe that stick he had was actually like a rod of ages or something. Whatever the cause, he was certainly a good mage to be able to pull off straight up teleportation. He'd have to pay attention to that guy if he ever began rambling about magic. In the room were several of his keyblade wielding companions. "Base! Hey man! What happened in your world?" That's when a system began blaring something about new arrivals. "Welp, here come the others. Thought we were missing a few." In popped Glen, Etrius, and two others he didn't really know yet. One of them was blonde. He still needed blonde. Although, he had enough sense to realize that he should probably not get in the way of a whole friendly reunion thing with Krowley and...

Holy crap. Krowley's mask was off. "Duuude! Krowley! You like like a male, slightly Jamaican version of my sister!" He exclaimed, inspecting his face. Once he had gotten over the excitement of seeing the mask man's face, he looked around at all the other wielders. He always did like to find out what exactly happened in their worlds. "So, What's the story?" He questioned them.

The warden was about as far from the mood for jokes as he could be. All he did to react to Outlaw's comments was hurl a fist into the man's jaw. then throw a small sack of gold coins at him. "The only reason i lost is because Orpheus pulled an underhanded tactic no one in their right minds would do. Next time, he'll be dead before he can do anything like that. And when he is, they'll all be writhing like worms on their hooks." Th. e warden growled. He looked to Outlaw, laying on his back after the punch. "You...I'll pay you double if you come with me on a certain job. What do you think of attacking Castle Mordecai? A No survivors operation." Xerxes said with a grim seriousness. Once those two set out toward that castle, not a force in the heavens or the earth could save them from their gruesome fate.


Orpheus glared daggers at Sven. "Listen to me, if i hadn't done that, he would have killed her right then and there. I didn't sacrifice her, i saved her. Now if you'd rather sit there and scream about how there was another way, be my guest. It's over and done with. But if you truly care about what happens to her, if you really want to protect her, you'll follow my orders to the letter. She's not dead yet." The necromancer bent over and picked up the girl, throwing her over his shoulder. A slight sizzling sound was heard and Orpheus made a pained expression. Walking over to a makeshift medical table set up by his undead, he set her down and turned back to Sven. "Always remember one thing, the oath to protect her is one i never swore. Her life rests with you and you alone. I protect her out of courtesy to you, and nothing more."

Tearing off his cape, he used it as a makeshift bandage to wrap around her most serious wounds "You would do well to show some gratitude." Then pressed his hand down against the wound to apply pressure and stop the bleeding. Orpheus gritted his teeth, enduring the pain. "The humans have the key to her salvation. A lustor with the power to heal using her blood. Deliver the message that i'm willing to withdraw the blockade on the human district in exchange for her to heal our wounded. They shouldn't be able to refuse that. Make haste."​

Username: Beucefilous
Character Name: Nickel Jackson
Age:30
Gender:Male
Appearance:

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Bio: A mercenary recruited by Mordecai from a distant continent, he has a rather uninteresting backstory, but is a dedicated soldier. Currently, he's working as a spy.
Primary Power*: Superhuman Speed
Inherited Power*: Muscle Memory. If it is within his capabilities, when he sees an action performed, he can then perform that action.
-limit: He must physically be able to perform the action, and cannot copy lustor powers. His speed is limited to running, and cannot perform other actions at higher than normal speeds.
Weapon: Begins with crossbows and moves onto a gun.
Starting Location: Human district
Other: Is good with martial arts, and a skilled thief when he needs to be.
Theme:

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With Gawain having gotten away from the warden, he was hit by Cierra. his armor largely caused an avoidance of direct contact, but he could still feel the heat of the blood. That last injury apparently was what Gawain needed to finally realize he should back off. Orpheus and Sven both seemed to recede as well. He was wary of some sort of ambush, but there was always the possibility they had simply given up. There she was, lying at his feet. The girl who'd escaped from him and eluded his grasp for over a year now. She was one of his top targets. Bending over, he picked her up by her face, his hand horizontally covering her mouth. The chains of the hooks rattled as she was lifted off the ground, and up to eye level with him. The terror, pain, and helplessness she felt was apparent in her eyes. It always was. Not one person who'd ever completely fallen victim to the warden hadn't succumb to the fear in their heart when he held them up with one hand. "Finally.." The warden was about to knock her unconscious, collect Griffin, and walk off with his prizes, but something happened to stop him...Something he'd never see coming.


This was it. His only chance to take down the warden. Once again, the greatsword wielding undead killed one of its comrades, but this time it was right across the ribcage, completely shattering it. Hurriedly picking up a full rib, Orpheus telekinetically threw jagged bone in the warden's direction, but the behemoth wasn't his target. No...Something much more effective is what Orpheus had planned. The bone shard whistled as it flew through the air, sailing toward its target. It was in fact only a split second, but it seemed like an eternity. If this attack failed, then they may as well slit their own throats and save him the trouble. The general's heart raced, he was nervous, but he didn't let it show. He kept a calm expression of determination. The face of a leader. After what seemed like a lifetime, the result was revealed. Blood splattered as the projectile hit its target dead on.

The warden wailed in pain, dropping the girl and gripping his face. He'd been holding the girl, and a shard of bone thrown by the general pierced through, directly beneath her collarbone. Boiling blood sizzled as the flesh on his face was seared and scolded. Through blurred vision and pain, he roared at Orpheus. "YOU BASTARD! YOU'VE JUST SIGNED YOUR OWN DEATH WARRANT! MARK MY WORDS, THE GATES TO THE CASTLE YOUR LORD HIDES IN WILL BE PAINTED IN YOUR BLODD AND DECORATED WITH YOUR GUTS!" The giant yelled. Even wounded, his bellowing voice scared the lustors senseless. There was no questions about it, he quite literally meant what he said. As far as he was concerned, Orpheus, along with the rest of his band, were already in their graves. They just didn't know it yet. He knew retreat was the best option for now, so reluctantly, picked up his hooks, ripped them out of Cierra's back, and kicked her in the direction of Orpheus. With that, he turned and walked away from the encampment. Where he was headed, one couldn't say. But one thing was for sure, they'd meet him again. And this time, he'd see it coming.


Jedediah stopped for a moment. What Emi said had certainly surprised him. Neutral from heaven and hell? He wasn't aware such a creature existed. Not only that, based on the context of her wording, something truly surprising was revealed. "Emi, You're an angel? Why didn't you tell me?! Being sent here to guide me on the savior's path is nothing to be ashamed of! I was wondering when God would send one of his children to me! Little did i know she's been here all along! The lord works in mysterious ways, does he not?" Jedediah said, as though he were amused by the fact. "I realize that i'm important in god's plan, possibly the most important human alive, but there's no reason to be intimidated by me! We're friends! You can approach me with anything!" Jed gave a hearty laugh and patted her on the back. These spirits seemed to react to his friendly good nature, however misguided it may be, and began to bounce around him with joy. He reached his hand out and patted one gently. "How playful these creatures are!" ​

Quick question.

Pendulum Back's effect: "If you have two cards in your Pendulum Zones: Target 2 monsters with levels in your graveyard that could be pendulum summoned based on the scales of those two cards; add them to your hand"

Can this target things that can't actually be special summoned if the level is within the scale?

First to get upgrades

Orpheus: Can withdraw the blood from undead, thus rendering it unusable but quickly healing him it process.

Beuce: Can breathe fire. Yes. Breathe fire.

Orpheus was amazed as Gawain got right back up, even after enduring an injury like that. He was a soldier if there'd ever been one. Catch him off guard...Do something he'll never see coming. A thought struck across the mind of the general, but it was exceedingly dangerous. Not to mention cruel and unusual even if it did work, but given the direction of the fight, it may well be their only chance at victory. If Gawain and Sven did fail to protect Cierra, then he had a plan to defeat the warden. "Something he'll never see coming..." Orpheus muttered beneath his breath. Immediately, he backed away from the warden. The expression on his face was a glare. After all this, he showed no sign of fear for the warden. Instead, it was a look that had appeared on the field of battle more than once before. Orpheus had a plan. A tactic for victory. As he backed off, he gave the signal for Sven to follow in his footsteps. They were going to win.


As Gawain jumped at him with hook and blade, the warden knew he couldn't stop both. But he knew his own hooks well enough to know they wouldn't cause any serious damage to someone heavily armored enough. It might get through the plate, but would get caught in the chainmail beneath. Holding the handle of the club in the way of the sword's path to stop contact with his neck, he let the impact go through. The hook dug into his armor, and the force it did so with caused a fair bit of pain, but not as much as he was about to cause. As Gawain's hand, the hook grasped in it hit his chest, he swung an enormous fist at the man's elbow, attempting to snap it inward. He needed to throw Gawain off of him quickly, and get back onto his feet. Quickly, he rolled his body, attempting to adjust Gawain to act as a shield against Cierra.


Beuce winced, watching that fight. The warden was one tough S.o.B. Made him not wanna tangle with him. Besides, zombie boy seemed to have a lightbulb above his head. Neat trick considering lightbulbs weren't invented yet. Beuce began to sneak away from the battlefield, hopefully undetected. He should probably cool off and see what else there was to do...Maybe that hot redhead with the nice ass would be around here. He remembered something about a secret tunnel that lead out of the human district. Wouldn't it be something if he just happened to stumble upon the exit to that. Heh. hehe. Plotmodding OP.

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R looked around, impressed at the office. It was a massive office that looked more like a library. It put the library in Crystalis to shame. If there were anywhere in existence they could find information on the X-blade, it would be in here. "You have my thanks...Dawn." The heartless said politely. This room was a treasure trove of information. He found detailed diagrams of the heart, in depth reports, detailing the nature of heartless and nobodies. There were even articles on dream eaters. One book in particular stood out to him. Pulling it off the shelf, he was shocked to realize what it was. "The...Tome of prophecy? This is where it's been all this time?" Honestly, he wanted to look into it, try and see the outcome of their fight, but he stopped himself. Knowing the future was never a good thing. Reluctantly, he placed the book back on the shelf and continued looking. Finally, he found what he was looking for.

Pulling off the shelf several dusty, unbound pages, there were images and passages detailing the life of the X-blade. It was a primordial object with a will of its own. It coexisted with Kingdom Hearts, the source of everything. This report even detailed the creation of Keyblades. It was fascinating. Here it was. This was the information he needed. "The X-blade...it has a will of its own. In its broken form, it will choose those capable of wielding its power, and manifest into their hearts. Twenty wielders, light and darkness in their heart is irrelevant, as the X-blade has the ability to change the power it holds to suite the wielder, much like keyblades..." R straightened the papers. They had what they needed. He had an idea of how to reforge it as well. If one obtained their keyblade through the dive to the heart, then perhaps..."Xero, we have what we need. Let us leave this place and return to the others. We may have a fighting chance."


"Yeah bring it o- wait..." Beuce stopped in his tracks, glaring beyond the fourth wall at his writer. "Wh-what?" I nervously ask. "The **** is that?" "what do you mea-" "YOU KNOW DAMN WELL WHAT! THE BANNER! THAT'S MY BLOODLUST BANNER!" "Well i already had it open and-" "SO YOU WERE TOO FREAKING LAZY TO GO BACK ONE PAGE AND GET IT? GDI RIENZEL! GDI! YOU KNOW WHAT JUST JUST GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!" "Bu-" "GO ON GO! GET OUT!" The writer sullenly walked out of the post as Beuce sighed, murmured something about ametuers, and turned back to Xepphiras. "Well, looks to me like we are helping. Didn't know you could do that little wall trick did you? The thing about darkness is it can take almost any shape or form. That's how R fights, he molds it into solid objects and uses those. Granted that's taking it to the extreme and would probably take a lot of practice but yeah. The darkness wraps itself around your will and takes on the shape of it. It can be almost anything you want it to be. The sooner you understand that concept, the faster you'll learn." ​

If you still follow up on the game, what's your opinion on Pendulum Summoning?

Gawain's tactic was detectably successful. Not even the warden was strong enough to overpower the incredible strength of the half-blood. A balled fist flew at the warden's face, but with a tilt of the neck, he was able to avoid it. This was it. This was his chance to get a hit in on Gawain. "You're mine." A splurt was heard. The next thing that anyone knew, the point of a steel hook was peering from between gawain's lips. if one followed it, they'd find it curved through a gaping hole in his cheek and was being held by the warden. A dark, twisted laugh was heard from the hulking giant which commanded the hook. Were it not for the interference of Sven, he may well have succeeded in killing the man right then and there.

A pillar of bone slammed into the warden's chest with intense force. While his armor was thick enough to prevent any actual puncturing of the skin, the impact alone was enough to knock back the warden. He groaned, as that had hurt quite a bit. However, once he realized the positioning of his foes, he was glad that Sven had done that. While laying on his back, he grabbed the correct chain and swung it in the direction of Sven. However, it's high elliptical path made it go easily over his head. He was in no danger of having a steel chain slap against his face, but that wasn't the warden's true intention. Sitting on either side of Sven was one of the chains attached to Cierra's back. He hauled back the chains, flinging Cierra once again off the ground toward him. If this worked, Cierra would be impaled by the bone spikes on the boy's back, and her blood would splatter on him, burning the flesh from his body. After that, all he had to worry about was Orpheus and Griffin. The latter of which should be easy enough with the wound that the warden had given him.


Orpheus scowled. With the angle he was at, there was no stopping the collision this time. The only way Sven would escape was by his own capabilities. Gawain now had a hook digging into the side of his face. That only gave the warden an attachment to manipulate his body with. Although he could fling him about like he could Cierra without the cheek ripping open, it could easily give him the opening he needed to crush his skull. Orpheus ran over to Gawain, commanding several of his undead to hold the man down. "This is just a precaution. Pain causes flailing often. Listen to me, I want you to hold exceedingly still." He grabbed the side of the hook, with a hard yank, the side of his cheek gave way and out came the hook. Tossing it on the ground, an axe wielding undead split the chain from the hook, limiting the weapons the warden had. "This man...The legends about him are well deserved. He's using us against each other. I can see why so few have ever escaped capture." Orpheus glared at the warden.


"Dick move! Dick move!" Beuce shouted at the bird he dubbed Hayabusa as it did a hit and run tactic, scratching up his face. He heated up his face as much as he could, but the bird didn't seem to care all that much. At this rate, he'd have to take off his gauntlets. He'd have to go all serious and badass...against a bird. ugh. Of course he would. Steam rolled off of Beuce from the sheer heat he gave off. He ripped off the mask, unlatched his gauntlets, and threw back his coat. They all crashed to the ground with a considerable amount of weight. this left him with nothing but a black leather chestplate, his arms exposed. The air around him distorted, bent, and twisted. the heat waves warped the air around him. Even simply standing next to the man would be like standing in a furnace. He glared at the bird, who seemed to be taunting him by circling in the skies. Two can play at that game...

From seemingly nowhere, he pulled a wooden tiki mask with what appeared to be an ancient tribal equivalent of a troll face on it. He did a mocking dance, attempting to spur the bird into action. "ohohoho oooooohoooo" The dance ended with a pelvic thrust. Apparently this worked, as the bird was very cross and nose dived toward him. Jumping up, he focused all the heat through the palm of his hand and burned the bird through the air, causing it to plummet to the ground. Once there, it was over. The white haired lustor walked toward it to finish the job. Grass around him turned brown to black, and died from the heat. Slowly, his palm descended onto the feathered animal. With one final motion, a curled fist plunged into the animal's face, kiling it instantly and leaving a smoldering circle on the ground to mark its grave. Now, he'd go help fight the warden but seeing as he was probably hot enough to burn anyone around him right now, he'd probably hurt the others as well. On the bright side, Sven was more than welcome to tackle him when the fight was over. ​

The warden felt the heat of the chains increasing through his armor. It was a sure sign they would continue to do so. He had to get rid of them fast. With a strong heave, he hurled the girl by her chains at the white haired, bone wielding lustor who ran toward him. Not having time to see if that had stopped him or not, he only just barely hard time to swing his club, colliding with Gawain's blade and knocking it off course. The warden backed off. The immediate blow had been countered, and he had to ready for the next.

Orpheus was quick to react, supporting Sven. If Cierra made contact with him, it'd be more than just the force of impact that hurt him. Her body temperatures were high enough to easily burn him. With the prolonged exposure from crashing into him, it'd injure him quite a bit. "Sven!" He called to his subordinate. As fast as lightning, one undead split another in half via a greatsword. Orpheus quickly rolled into the radius of the dead zombie and waved his hand, picking up the top half and launching it at Sven, immediately followed by the bottom half. His telekinesis wasn't strong enough to lift them both together, but separately was a different matter. Just in the nick of time, the body parts flew in the path of the two, acting as a barrier. They would absorb some of the impact and minimize contact between the two.

Xerxes, however, was living up to his reputation of his relentlessness. He tossed out two of his hooks, each latching into a shoulder of the young lustor girl. As blood splashed out, he realized it was boiling. So that was the source of her heat. He could even use her as a weapon. With a heavy two handed haul, he jerked the girl once again off the ground and threw her at the general. A deep grunt of effort was heard as he put all his strength into the toss.


However, there was one more combatant to make their move. Beuce quickly intercepted the toss, catching Cierra and stopping her from actually hitting Orpheus. He fell backwards and landed on his back, the girl on top of him. "Hey Sven, this position is pretty familiar! Maybe it's from when i slept with your girlfriend!" He reached around to her back and attempted to pull out the hooks, but something unexpected happened. a shrill sound which Beuce interpenetrated as "Here i come! Caw caw mutha fucka!" In a rather ghetto voice hit his ears. The warden's bird swooped down and scratched at Beuce's face. pushing off Cierra, he wildly swung his arms at it. "Oh dear god Hayabusa please no! SO THIS IS WHAT GLEN FELT LIKE!" ​