Granted, but they decided you were getting too much and took out all the others to compensate. I wish Riqua was canon.
"Base, Rockin' the stash." The white haired man complimented. Once they reached the crossroads, the most confusing thing Beuce had ever encountered appeared. A cat. A stripey cat. Beuce stared at the cat whos fur looked like it would make some nice pajamas. Talking in riddles. He hated that. Riddles make you think, which was something Beuce didn't do often. <---Understatement. Beuce nearly never thought. A slight sniffle came from Beuce, before a sneeze. "Ah crap..."Beuce said, remembering his allergy to cats. "Hey Krowley, you don't happen to have any super special awesome magical futeristic allergy pill do you?" He asked as though it were a totally normal question. I suppose when it came from Beuce, may as well have been normal. 'If it doesn't matter which way we go, why are there signs? I mean not like they're helpful or anything. Who the hell put those there anyway? Hey, there's an echo in here. Whee, echoooo!' Beuce said, playing in his thoughts. It seemed the riddles did get him thinking, but not about anything useful. After he was finished amusing himself, the man turned to alice. "Alright well you're the star of the show. Well co-star, the main one obviously being me. But anyways, pick a direction and lets move."
Quinn sat in the back listening to the speech given by Caleb. It was quite motivational. Quinn loved to see the resistance members so pumped up. He loved to see it, but not cause it. Next up on the podium was Sasha, warning that not all motives were selfish. Leaning back against the wall, the words said that day repeated through his mind over again. Caleb really was inspiring. Just hearing the speech made him ready for battle already. A slight glance to the right caught the image of Sasha walking out the door, hooded and disguised. 'What's that about?' He wondered. Deciding to leave before he was expected to make a speech, he entered the kitchen to find the note she had left. Supplies. Yes they were running low, but alone? He couldn't have that. Grabbing his own cloak along with his spear, he set out after her. It wasn't long before he caught up. His stride was quite a bit faster than that of the average person thanks to his magic. He concealed his spear underneath the cloak just before he came into the sight of any people to avoid suspicion, the prince approached her. "Need some help?" He asked calmly. Elsewhere in corvus, rain poured heavily down from the sky. The streets were all but empty in this part of town. A lone figure slowly stepped down through the road. His solid black boots making a splash as they entered a puddle of water. Rain fell off the black leather coat he wore, along with his hat. His face was nearly entirely cloaked in darkness. The caw of a raven echoed down the area, guiding the hangman on his way. The most unusual thing about this man was the long rope he drug behind him, the end tied in a noose. If you had ever heard the story of this man, you'd be wise to clear the streets as well.
Username: Beucefilous Name: Quinn Basileus Age: 25 Side (The Passing, The Resistance, or in between?) : The Resistance Appearance: this Personality: Somewhat shy and secluded. Greatly dislikes attention and being thought of as a leader, but is quite good at it. Brief Bio: Quinn was the son of the old leader. And as such, he undoubtedly has a grudge against Vex. Although he is the prince and would make a suitable leader for the resistance, he tries with all his might to avoid that position. Magic/Powers (Does not have to know any magic if you prefer that) : Enhancement magic. He can enhance his senses and physical prowess to superhuman levels, but overuse will result in damage of that particular attribute. Weapon (Again, optional) : Spear. Additional Information: None
"Yes...Enough about my past." Said the heartless opening a dark corridor. The black portal contrasted the almost glowing white halls well. With one step through, they emerged not where one would expect. Rather than the realm of darkness, they came to Radiant Garden. It was here that R's means of time travel lied. However, more than just the old wizard resided here. To R, a stranger. To Gexln and Xero, it was an unpleasantly familiar face that turned around to see them. "Well, here's a surprise." Xindai said. He had only come here to do research, yet here they were. He knew this person was R from the description he got out of Xero's mind. What secrets might the mind of one such as this hold? He extended his consiousness toward R's. However, when he reached it he...he was blocked off? That shouldn't even be possible. Just what kind of mental fortitude did this man have. The dark creator could probably get through it with his more powerful techniques, but for now he kept his cool. R sensed it immediately. A darkness unlike anything he had ever felt before. The oldest and most fearsome darkness. The original darkness. Though he showed no sign of it, he watched this man very closely. Between the two, no words were exchanged. Simply a staredown. Both knowing full well that the other was a dangerous individual, absolutely capable of being their equal, the simply stood silent, not making a move. "Wait! At least i'm a devilishly handsome prick!" Beuce called, running after Luna. "I happen to know R isn't here! i found out from KHV. But i mean i can't go around affecting the plot with that thing. It's a joke. The only time i affected the plot was with the whole pocket thing..." Beuce said, remembering that he had a magical pocket. "Hey! Wanna get in my pocket?" That...sounded dirtier than he'd intended.
Username: Beucefilous Name: Tristan"The Hangman" Rains Age: 40 Side (The Passing, The Resistance, or in between?) : Chaotic Neutral. May help or hinder either side depending on the situation. Appearance: Personality: Mysterious, wrathful, determined, intimidating, and debatably insane. Brief Bio:Once a Jailer and Executioner. He loved nothing more than to put the noose around the neck of a man he knew full well was guilty. it was his passion. To deliver punishment for horrid crimes. But once, well after the execution had been carried out for a mass murder, the real killer was caught. Distraught that an innocent man had been put to death by his hands, he performed a mystic ritual on himself to make sure he would never make the same mistake again, but got far more than he bargained for. Magic/Powers (Does not have to know any magic if you prefer that) : Manipulation of Rope. He can command it in complex motions at moderate distances (About 30 feet). Due to the ritual, his body is immortal (The raven, however, is not.) and he is capable of seeing the past crimes of anyone he looks at. Weapon (Again, optional) :Rope, often used as a whip. Additional Information: Known as The Hangman. The ritual, in addition to give him the sight into the past he desired, robbed him of his sight and tore his soul from his body. Now without a soul, he is remorseless and some say invincible. The soul torn from his body now exists in the form of a Raven which guides him and is a sure sign of his approach. If one were to kill the raven, his soul would be destroyed and his body would follow. will probably sign up as another character later.
BECAUSE KHV IS A *****
Need you to post as Merlin/Leon/Yuffie/Cid/Whoever you want to answer the door since Xindai knocked.
Spending an Sp on Sage
Rowan listened to Raine speak about the hyroglyphics on the wall, then took a look at them himself after she finished speaking. "I see. How fascinating. Would you be willing to share what you know about these ruins and the culture of the people who once lived here? Based on what you said, it seems as though they were a very advanced people." The scholor inquired curiously. His goal was knowledge. To learn what he never knew. As a fellow scholor, she would likely understand this method of thinking. It wasn't until now that Rowan noticed Sol looking very bored, only brightening up at the mention of a creature guarding the pathway. Sol made Rowan...uncomfortable. Killing seemed to be his pride and joy. While it wasn't his place to question Sol about it, he disliked the 'passtime' of his. 'surely there must be another way...' Rowan began pondering in his mind about the monster. 'No...i suppose there wouldn't be. If this is the path in which we are less likely to be detected, we should take it. Being spotted will only lead to more bloodshed. It's impossible to save every life.' Rowan thought to himself, displeased with the conclusion yet accepting of it.
Isn't that what Karina is for? I mean it's not like she uses it.
"Well it was mostly the Aussie doing the arguing, but yeah that was me." Beuce responded to Luna before taking her hand for help. "Thanks. You know i think you're the first girl here that hasn't conspired to choke me in my sleep. You're not just lulling me into a false sense of security or anything are you?" Asked the white haired man who spoke very nonchalantly about everything. This usually lead one to assume he was joking while leaving a shadow of doubt otherwise. Beuce waited around for Krowley to finish the introductions to the blonde girl apparently named Alice. "So we're following a white rabbit. That's always a good time." "Le gasp!" Beuce exclaimed, literally speaking the word gasp rather than performing the action. "Footprints. Conveniently placed footprints! Where ever might they lead?" Beuce said sarcastically, as though he already knew where. Any fool could guess that they lead to the white rabbit, as they were about the right size and shape. not to mention the only ones around. Out of seemingly nowhere, Beuce pulled a magnifying glass and began staring intensly through it at the dirt tracks. With a wave of his hand, The wielder motioned for the rest of the group to follow him. "Tally ho!" Beuce called out in his best british accent.
What do i think? @Xero's character dayum dem are some tig 'ol bitties.
"Yes i'm well aware of that..." R said in his usual expressionless voice. If you knew him well enough to see through that, then it'd be apparent that he was uncomfortable with the idea as well. That was like being older than your mother. "He's not my father in the sense you would think though. Merely responsible for my creation." R was silent for a few moments. Eventually, the brown haired man came to a decision. "I suppose it's time i told you all a bit about me. I'm not like you. Some of you are humans, and some of you are nobodies...But i am a heartless. The heartless of a world that fell to darkness during Ansem's rampage."
R seemed a little bit surprised at Xero's mention of that name. "Ansem? You're the host of Ansem? Hmph. Well there's a name i haven't heard in a while. Honestly i hoped i'd never hear it again..." The heartless said, then went quiet for a moment. They still needed to wait for Gexln to catch his breath. They would likely inquire as to his connection with Ansem, so he answered their question outright. "I...suppose you could say that Ansem is something like my father." "Well, i suppose it's time i did my share of the work." Xindai removed the glowing blue crystal from his pocket. Utilizing it's power, he was gone in a flash and the world of Inwonahé was abandoned once more. The place he appeared was a highground. He stood on top of the castle in the city of light. "Well this place has certainly gone downhill..." the dark creator thought to himself. His right eye began twitching and became irritated. This place stank of light. "Now then, i just hope the archives are still here." Gracefully descending down to street level, he landed in front of a peculiar house which looked as though the roof was a wizard's hat. This place had changed so much that it'd take hours to find his way around. So all he had to do was ask for directions. If nothing else that'd bring it up in their minds and he could take the information by force without them ever knowing it. He knocked on the door and waited for a response.
Rowan was looking forward to finding the Archaeologist here. As a scholar himself, he was interested to study a place called the bridge of miracles. He'd heard something about snow at the strangest times. Perhaps she'd know something about it. Well, The only way to find her was to look. He chose a building and headed toward it. The large stone structure seemed ancient. "I wonder who built these ruins...And why in such an area? Perhaps they saw the odd snow patterns as an act of the god they worshipped. It would certainly explain the name." Rowan said to no one in particular. If anyone decided to accompany him, they would be able to hear his academic views on this place. Once the building had been reached, He slowly creeped through the entrance. He was immediately greeted by a tackle from a Diltoad in hiding. A quick reacting use of his Klein Staff's ability spared him the damage as he now hovered above the head of the monster who tried desperately to reach him. Mentally preparing himself for what was to come, he took a deep breathe and fired a shot of flames at it. Since it was weakened due to the staff's ability, the monster yet lived. Rowan ran at it and finished it off with a downward blow from his staff. Under normal circumstances, he'd have burried the poor creature who only defended it's home. However, time was not a luxury he possessed. Delving deeping into the building to attempt to find this woman. "Hello, is anyone there?" He called out.
you can do that?
i caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan't this computer doesn't have skype
"DammitDammitDammitDammit!" Beuce yelled to himself as he raced through the lanes between to catch up with the group after oversleeping...again. He practically crashed down the rabit hole with his glider. "Hole." He ran further down into the world and came to several doors which were standing open, all one right behind the other. "Doo- OWIE!!" the white haired keyblade wielder exclaimed after bashing his forehead against the doorway. Rubbing the place of impact, he rose to his feet again and picked up momentum. "Food" He picked up the bottle and cake without stopping and ate them both. yes. He ate the entire bottle. Shrinking while running, he didn't stop for the doorknob. Instead it was fly-kicked open with a Lui Kang-ish noise "WHAAACHA!" At this point, he was probably close enough for the group to dread his arrival. His pace didn't slow down. He ran and ran until finally Luna was in sight. Grinding to a halt next to her, he panted. Well beyond out of breath. "Oh god...I...have got...to watch what i eat..." with that he collapsed on his back. "But at least i'm here. So what are we doing?"
Equipping sweet memories and disembarking for wonderland.
