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Isaac Hanlon

2014-02-15T06:11:48Z

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{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Isaac
|lastname=Hanlon
|age=24
|image=Isaac bestimg.png
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|weight=190 lbs.
|series=Original Character
|styles=DJ Hero
|hometown=Manhattan(?)
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Radio Free Magi
|themesong=No More Kings -- King of Rock / Sucka MCs
|quote="'Impossible' is just a word people use to feel better about giving up."
|footer=Planning with Xanatos.
}}
== Profile ==
Isaac Hanlon is a young man who has seen far too much for the time hes lived. While claiming to be from the isle of Manhattan like many others in the Twilight Detective Agency, Isaac is truthfully from a world that no longer exists, one of the few who survived when Armageddon came. A practitioner of magic of exceptional skill and perhaps curious power, Isaac wanders worlds looking for a solution to the menace that is the Heartless, seeking to prevent further catastrophes like the one that took his home from him. Isaac is good-hearted, quick-witted and possesses a magnetic personality, and he employs this as his persona of "DJ Zero," a voice that takes to the radio waves of innumerable worlds when midnight rings to dispense pointed wisdom, ancient lore, and excellent tunes.

== Skills ==
''You're On The Air, The Truth Is Out There, Just Click Here And Find Out, Something Something Indistinguishable From Magic, My Name Is Isaac Hanlon; Conjure With It At Your Own Peril, DJ Professor Z, Mythbuster, I'm A PC, I'm A Mac, And I'm A Friggin' Wizard, Blinded By The Light, Badass Longcoat, And I Shall Fear No Evil -- For I Have An App For That, Zeroth Percentile, Genre Savvy, Venture A Little Way Past, Nothing Is Impossible, Video Can't Kill The Radio Mage, I Didn't Ask For This; It Just Came With The Job, ...For They Are Subtle And Quick To Anger
''

== Trivia/Facts ==
* Very few people are aware that DJ Zero is Isaac and vice versa. Isaac prefers it this way.
* Isaac took home the gold medal for the Contest of Strength during the Hades Cup and then won the whole tournament, thus proving that INT beats STR any day.
* [[Garland]] hewed off Isaac's right arm with a blade made of Isaac's worst nightmare. He has thus earned his place on Isaac's shit list.

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
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|Friendship
|[[Emi Dennou]]
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|Trust
|[[Mercade Alexander]], [[Will Sherman]], [[Avira]]
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|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Deelel]], [[Tom Magnusson]], [[Deidra]], [[Maximilien]], [[Percival]], [[Faruja Senra]], [[Maira]], [[David Xanatos]], Merlin (and Archimedes)
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Quistis Trepe]], [[Morrighan Alazne]]
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|Caution
|[[Jack Sparrow]], [[Skoll Ulfang]], [[Hades]], Feige Abramson
|-
|Distrust
|[[Evja]], [[Celina Duvalis]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[Garland]], Alexander Hall???
|-
|}

== Random Quotes ==
=== Something About Killing Fathers, Maybe ===
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Did you just raise the dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "I did in fact just raise the dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Will Sherman says, "...Scary." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "So how long until you cure cancer and solve world hunger?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet for a few moments and then, "You violated causality, raised the dead, made a deal with the lord of the underworld, and spat on what is typically deemed the natural order--because it seemed like the right thing to do?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Was it chocolate-coated?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah, but it takes fifteen minutes for full potency, which is why Legion is taking her time." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon addresses Legion directly. He does the radio equivalent of staring her straight in the face, because radio mage. 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yes. Precisely." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "She seemed a lot more than mostly dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Wait what?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Who was dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet again for a while. and then, "Isaac..." Another pause. "You are a very frightening individual." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Frighteningly /awesome/." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah. Sometimes I get that way." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Mark it well." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "This is not something we can ever repay. Nor can we ever properly thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "But thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You're welcome." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon asides in a more casual tone of voice, "She didn't even have any pockets for loose change." 

=== QFT ===
"EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL!" She yells before darting out the door, throwing an array of smokebombs to cover her escape. DAMMIT! RECCURING VILLAIN!?!?!?!

=== Priorities ===
<Comm: A - Heralds> Alberic Lux drinks loudly from a straw. 
<Comm: A - Heralds> Feige Abramson says, "Big Gulp?" 
<Comm: A - Heralds> Alberic Lux says, "This may be the finest invention since the portable death ray." 
<Comm: A - Heralds> Feige Abramson says, "I think it is telling that your world invented the Big Gulp after the portable death ray." 

=== Well, If Pumpkinhead Won't Write Posts... ===

<OOC> Malicia says, "I am going to eat every single one of these puppies." 
<XP> You've given Malicia a Dalmatian.

=== Yup. ===
<OOC> Garland says, "I can also be "waifu", mongrel"

== Soundtrack ==
1. The Living End -- [http://youtu.be/QYhDUBMeBv4 End of the World] 
2. No More Kings -- [http://youtu.be/_45Rt5HMd-4 King of Rock / Sucka MCs] 
3. Merry Melodies -- [http://youtu.be/3Oe7Q8OCm5I Behold The Wizard] 
4. Chameleon Circuit -- [http://youtu.be/G9ydSMj0Hk8 Still Not Ginger] 
5. Poets of the Fall -- [http://youtu.be/1Ccv375Psqw The Ballad of Jeremiah Peacekeeper] 

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Kamon Lionward

2013-10-25T01:17:08Z

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{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Kamon
|lastname=Lionward
|age=17
|image=Kamon by knighthead-d6kxdzp.jpg
|species=Altered Human (Odynar)
|sex=Male
|height=6'1"
|weight=300 lbs.
|series=Final Fantasy Act: Class
|styles=Kamon-Rider
|hometown=Galianda
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Alexander Academy
|occupation=Student Swordsman
|quote="It's alright; I can handle it. Are you okay?"
|footer=Kicked a zombie dragon's butt.
}}
= Vital Statistics =
== Profile ==
Kamon Lionward is in a weird place. The great grandson of the founder of [http://tinyurl.com/ffactclass Galianda]'s famous Genji Enforcement security firm, Kamon adheres to the expectations of his family to learn the bodyguard's trade and go into the same business. Often regarded by his more affluent peers as something of an anomaly, Kamon is of Odynar ancestry and somewhat embarrassed by the fact, and his awkward kindness (and magical ineptitude) is often mistaken for dimwitted obedience. At heart, Kamon wishes only to make his friends happy and his family proud, but a bumbling, goofy streak and a quietly free-spirited and self-sacrificial demeanor continues to make the former glad and the latter frustrated. Kamon has a particular dislike of fighting, which is at odds with his training as a warrior and a Parivir in particular -- not because of the act itself, but the requirement that he make someone lose something so he can come out ahead. Despite this, he possesses an almost supernatural skill with a blade and an innate talent in adapting to new weapons, two things considered incredibly valuable to literally anyone else.

== Skills ==
Reluctant Swordsman, Mild-Mannered Martyr, Magically Inept, Magically Resistant, Metal Blooded, Son of the First Sword, Genji's Great Grandson, Being the Middle-Class One Among the Extravagantly Rich Means You're Automatically the Poor Kid, Kyra's Meat Shield (Whether He Wants To Be Or Not), WAKE UP, THE HERO, TAIYOU YO

= Other Information =

== Notable Equipment ==
* Genji Glove: A strange gauntlet acquired from Gilgamesh after battling his eight-armed form with Soan in Upper Archades. It seems to be especially resilient, and somehow augments the wearer's combat prowess...
* Light Disk: A chakram-like weapon that ricochets off any solid object it strikes and returns to its owner unerringly. Acquired from Gilgamesh through Soan's clever use of the Steal command. Like most weapons, Kamon has a pretty good grasp of how to fight with something like it, but the unique properties will take some getting used to. Unusually, the Light Disk is grey and red-edged.

== Soundtrack ==
* Self-Inflicted Outcast: Mumford & Sons -- [http://youtu.be/lLJf9qJHR3E Little Lion Man]
* Kamon Rider: Takayuki Miyauchi -- [http://youtu.be/OTzdpMbGHww Kamen Rider Black RX Theme] (21st Century Ver.)
* Odin's Legacy: Machinae Supremacy -- [http://youtu.be/JJ1D4xaKwIE Hero]
* Someone's Gotta Do It: A Valley Without Wind II OST -- [http://arcenmusic.bandcamp.com/track/to-one-wholl-stand-and-fight To One Who'll Stand and Fight]

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
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|Friendship
|[[Soan Sagittarius]], [[Kyra Hyral]]
|-
|Trust
|[[Niklas Dragonius]], [[Jidro Gerrison]], [[Myla Mason]], [[Seloria Delacreaux]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Minerva]], [[Luso Clemens]], [[Mulan|Ping]], [[Ramza Beoulve]], [[Percival]], [[Emi Dennou]], [[Maira]], [[Deelel]], [[TRON]], [[Alma Hyral]], [[Gilgamesh]]
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Mister Greene]], [[Annia Leradine]], [[Rena Laradyne]], [[Clayton]], [[Avira]], [[Mercade Alexander]], [[Angantyr Vespar]], [[Artemis Eurus]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Artyom W. Valodjn]], [[Riku]]
|-
|Distrust
|[[Souji Murasame]], [[Evja]], [[Ember]], [[Seith]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[The Heartless]]
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

File:Kamon by knighthead-d6kxdzp.jpg

2013-10-25T01:14:57Z

Binary:

User:Binary

2013-07-03T08:27:36Z

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[[File:Kitty_reached_critical_mass.jpg]]

The guy who plays [[Isaac Hanlon|a wizarding sort]], [[Kamon Lionward|the bane of weapons everywhere]], and [[Alberic Lux|the nicest monster you'd ever meet]]. He used to play [[Kaze|a humanoid typhoon]], too. 
 
The kitty is because he likes nuclear kittens. There is no other reason.

File:Kitty reached critical mass.jpg

2013-07-03T08:25:11Z

Binary: Just because.

Just because.

Kamon Lionward

2013-07-01T22:02:32Z

Binary:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Kamon
|lastname=Lionward
|age=17
|species=Altered Human (Odynar)
|sex=Male
|height=6'1"
|weight=300 lbs.
|series=Final Fantasy Act: Class
|styles=Kamon-Rider
|hometown=Galianda
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Alexander Academy
|occupation=Student Swordsman
|quote="It's alright; I can handle it. Are you okay?"
|footer=Kicked a zombie dragon's butt.
}}
= Vital Statistics =
== Profile ==
Kamon Lionward is in a weird place. The great grandson of the founder of [http://tinyurl.com/ffactclass Galianda]'s famous Genji Enforcement security firm, Kamon adheres to the expectations of his family to learn the bodyguard's trade and go into the same business. Often regarded by his more affluent peers as something of an anomaly, Kamon is of Odynar ancestry and somewhat embarrassed by the fact, and his awkward kindness (and magical ineptitude) is often mistaken for dimwitted obedience. At heart, Kamon wishes only to make his friends happy and his family proud, but a bumbling, goofy streak and a quietly free-spirited and self-sacrificial demeanor continues to make the former glad and the latter frustrated. Kamon has a particular dislike of fighting, which is at odds with his training as a warrior and a Parivir in particular -- not because of the act itself, but the requirement that he make someone lose something so he can come out ahead. Despite this, he possesses an almost supernatural skill with a blade and an innate talent in adapting to new weapons, two things considered incredibly valuable to literally anyone else.

== Skills ==
Reluctant Swordsman, Mild-Mannered Martyr, Magically Inept, Magically Resistant, Metal Blooded, Son of the First Sword, Genji's Great Grandson, Being the Middle-Class One Among the Extravagantly Rich Means You're Automatically the Poor Kid, Kyra's Meat Shield (Whether He Wants To Be Or Not), WAKE UP, THE HERO, TAIYOU YO

= Other Information =

== Notable Equipment ==
* Genji Glove: A strange gauntlet acquired from Gilgamesh after battling his eight-armed form with Soan in Upper Archades. It seems to be especially resilient, and somehow augments the wearer's combat prowess...
* Light Disk: A chakram-like weapon that ricochets off any solid object it strikes and returns to its owner unerringly. Acquired from Gilgamesh through Soan's clever use of the Steal command. Like most weapons, Kamon has a pretty good grasp of how to fight with something like it, but the unique properties will take some getting used to. Unusually, the Light Disk is grey and red-edged.

== Soundtrack ==
* Self-Inflicted Outcast: Mumford & Sons -- [http://youtu.be/lLJf9qJHR3E Little Lion Man]
* Kamon Rider: Takayuki Miyauchi -- [http://youtu.be/OTzdpMbGHww Kamen Rider Black RX Theme] (21st Century Ver.)
* Odin's Legacy: Machinae Supremacy -- [http://youtu.be/JJ1D4xaKwIE Hero]
* Someone's Gotta Do It: A Valley Without Wind II OST -- [http://arcenmusic.bandcamp.com/track/to-one-wholl-stand-and-fight To One Who'll Stand and Fight]

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
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|-
|Friendship
|[[Soan Sagittarius]], [[Kyra Hyral]]
|-
|Trust
|[[Niklas Dragonius]], [[Jidro Gerrison]], [[Myla Mason]], [[Seloria Delacreaux]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Minerva]], [[Luso Clemens]], [[Mulan|Ping]], [[Ramza Beoulve]], [[Percival]], [[Emi Dennou]], [[Maira]], [[Deelel]], [[TRON]], [[Alma Hyral]], [[Gilgamesh]]
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Mister Greene]], [[Annia Leradine]], [[Rena Laradyne]], [[Clayton]], [[Avira]], [[Mercade Alexander]], [[Angantyr Vespar]], [[Artemis Eurus]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Artyom W. Valodjn]], [[Riku]]
|-
|Distrust
|[[Souji Murasame]], [[Evja]], [[Ember]], [[Seith]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[The Heartless]]
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Battle on the Big Bridge

2013-07-01T09:07:08Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/06/30
|Location=Archades - Upper
|Synopsis=And now we fight like men! And students! And grey-skinned eight-armed giants! But definitely men!
|Cast of Characters=Gilgamesh, Kyra Hyral, Kamon Lionward, Soan Sagittarius
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Archades is a city in turmoil. After the death of its ruler and the destruction of large swaths of the sprawling metropolis, Archades has fallen on hard times. The Archadian military patrols the streets, keeping the peace as best they can in the wake of the destruction and chaos. Some people, though, still carry on with their lives as best they can. They go to school, to work, and to play, trying to ignore the rubble that does not belong in their fair city. The citizens who live in Upper Archades in particular do their best to try and forget; political intrigues aside, the upper class don't want the lives they've worked so hard (or not worked hard in at all, depending) to be disturbed by such unrest. Still, some things go undone, left to waste away in the midst of it all... Construction, for instance. New buildings aren't a priority, nor the renovation of old ones that are starting to crumble. The repair of residences take priority, so the scattered projects in Archades go unworked. Kamon Lionward stands in one such place. He's bare above the waist, covered only in metallic scars and a sheen of sweat. He holds a metal bar in two hands, bent in several places, snapped off at one end and roughly flattened into a facsimile of a blade. He stands in the middle of a bare-dirt construction site, abandoned by the builders as they were called across the city to assist in the reconstruction of the rest of it. Piles of stone and bundles of metal rest here and there, though the majority of it is clear, brown dirt. They haven't even broken ground for a foundation yet. The young Odynar moves through sword katas in no particular hurry. He walks in circling patterns, striking and parrying and counterattacking against invisible opponents with a steady flow to it all. He shifts from one to another seamlessly, each more complicated than the last. It isn't about power -- it's about control. He's been at it a while. He's been /here/ a while, coming here every day since he could walk enough to reach it. Regen spells, Hi-Potions and bed rest will only get you so far, Kamon thinks. This is helping, but he needs a challenge. How is he going to know if he'll ever fully recover if he can't push himself?

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' Soan Sagittarius knows much about the current state of the city. He's seen it while it was being attacked, mauled by the summons in the skies. One of them was particularly painful for him to witness: Bahamut laying waste to a city. It didn't... feel right, either. That couldn't have been THE Bahamut. It smelled wrong. It /looked/ wrong. It wasn't right. Something was strange about it, he knows it, and he wants to find out. Unfortunately, it's not all that easy -- so he did his best to ease the suffering of the people. Dragoon Man has been seen much over the city, helping and rescuing people, before vanishing immediatedly. These has been some tiring days. Still, compared to his friends, it wasn't all that much. Especially Kamon. Speaking of him, the rogue followed him this time ot this secluded location, curious on where he was going. Training, it seems. Good. Very good. He's slowly recovering. He knows it wasn't his fault, he couldn't have predicted it, but Soan still feel responsible for what happened in the volcano. He have to tell himself that while he may be smart, he is no seer. He cannot see the future. Yet. During one of Kamon's numerous katas, swings and turns, there is a sudden clash of steel against his metal bar. A short sword, glowing with a faint blue light, bars his way, held by the Rogue himself, grinning faintly, self-assured. "Think fast!" He lets out, without any greetings, rapidly tapping his sword foward in a short stab, followed by a quick swing. He's not aiming to hurt him -- just test him some more. If he's recovered, he already know how it's gonna end.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' If anything, yesterday had proven a tiny victory in the overwhelming tidal wave of unpleasant things that have happened to Archades since it was attacked by an army of Heartless. Well, not just an army of Heartless but a pair of devistating summons as well. But yesterday the defenders of the city managed to fight back against the waves of Heartless, preventing more children from being snatched. It might be temporary though because who knows where the previously stolen ones have gone. After a long absense of recovery, Kyra has returned, refreshed and ready to make her usual rounds. Not only could she provide some healing in the form of white magic, but she had various alchemical concoctions as well. They didn't always taste very good though but they got the job done. As she slides through, she hears the clashing of weapons and is quickly drawn to the sounds. Arriving, she is rewarded with her two favorite guys, engaged in a duel, with Kamon shirtless no less. Kyra doesn't announce her presence, merely watching from afar with a grin on her face. Life was good.

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' SWORDS. Swords have an unmistakable smell. It's true! Ask anyone. Swords smell like a specific thing. Their scent is a sweet and metallic twinge, a special smell that only certain people can possibly REALLY appreciate. Those people are called 'swordsmen', and they wander the worlds improving themselves - whether for justice, for love, for power, for evil, or just because they feel like hitting people with sharp metal objects! Yes, only 'swordsmen' can truly appreciate 'swords'! And of those 'swordsmen', one is superior to all others! One who wields blades sharper than any other - one whose blades sing with the fury of a master's hand from long ago! This incomparable, legendary swordsman stalks through the worlds, trusty weapons at his side, ready to face any obstacles for the sake of bettering himself. The blades that sing out of those sheathes sing symphonies of destruction to the enemies of that swordsman; that vaunted hero is sung of in the tales of the worlds by names uncountable! That man isn't here right now. Instead you've got this guy. "I'm telling you, Enkidu, I'm /telling you/!" The great grey giant moans, "She's never going to be okay with this. What do I say - my horrible dark master just decided to up and disappear and left me holding the bill, please let me move back in with you? That's a terrible thing to tell a woman! What do you know about women, Enkidu?! When did you start giving me advice?!" The great green rock hound just groans as they round the corner. Gilgamesh stops, holding up his hand as he stares at Kyra, Soan...and most importantly, *Kamon*. "Woah! Enkidu, Enkidu, look! They're having a sword duel! A sword duel, Enkidu!" The big grey giant puffs himself up, pulls up his polka-dot pants, and swaggers his way over to the kids. "EXCUSE ME," Gilgamesh thunders, "I CAN'T HELP BUT NOTICE THAT YOU'RE HAVING A FRIENDLY COMPETITION OF SWORDSMANSHIP! THAT LOOKS INVIGORATING - WOULD YOU CARE IF I PARTICIPATE AS WELL?!" He looks back over his shoulder and offers Enkidu a thumbs-up. The Rock Hound sighs.

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' CLASH!! Kamon snaps out of his reverie to the sight of Soan, armed and grinning, right in front of him. The metal bar that takes the place of an actual weapon vibrates in his hands. He blinks, just once. Soan comes in with a thrust and a short swing. Kamon reacts instinctively. He takes a quick step backwards, sliding his feet along the dusty ground and bringing his 'sword' in closer to his chest, held vertically in front of him. Soan's stab goes barely an inch past his arm as he turns, letting it catch air. The slash closes, and Kamon intercepts it with his own improvised weapon, deflecting the swift strike away from him and using the weight of his weapon (and himself) to throw Soan's sword-arm wide in the process. He extends his arms and turns his wrist, rotating the rod and swinging it down in a quick cut at the neck -- -- and stops it an instant before he'd actually touch the Rogue. Kamon blinks again. "Hey, Soan. What're you doing here?" AND THEN GILGAMESH. The grey giant wanders on over, hollaring with a rock hound in tow. Kamon lowers his 'sword,' looking over at the unlikely pair and blinking a couple of times. Something about him seems familiar, like he should recognize him. He doesn't, of course. "Uh --" He's about to turn him down when he realizes that this is precisely the opportunity he needed: someone he's unfamiliar with to have a good fight with. His puzzled expression changes; he smiles, just a little, casting a quick questioning glance over at Soan. "-- yeah, sure, I'm game. Need to see if I got any worse from my downtime," he adds. Kamon rolls his neck, stepping away from Soan and looking around the bare patch of dirt. He catches a glimpse of Kyra watching them and immediately flushes a little red. He lifts his free hand and waves at her. He should probably put a shirt on. "I'm Kamon -- Kamon Lionward. My great-granddad said you should always learn the name of your opponent."

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' This goes pretty much as how he expected it to go. Despite Soan's best efforts to defend himself against Kamon's precise counter attack, the rogue find himself helpless for the coming of the metal pipe, his defenses wide open as it goes straight for his neck-- And thanksfully just stops there. Good, good, he's in full control. That's very good indeed. "Hey." The Rogue replies, lowering his blade. "Heh. Went about as well I thought it would go. I spotted you coming here, so I thought I'd follow you to see what's up--" ENTER GILGAMESH AND ENKIDU. It's rather rare to see Soan actually surprised by the unexpected. This, however, is one of these times. Sagittarius slowly turn around to stare at the horrifically loud shouting of the grey giant, blinking rapidly at him. He has very little idea who this might be! He returns Kamon glance, offering him a subtle shurg. He ain't go no clue, man. The Rogue steps off, lowering his sword arm as he looks at the stranger. "And I am Soan Sagittarius." He chips in, stepping away from Kamon, following his gaze at Kyra. He, himself, don't blush, giving her simply a sly smile and a brief salute with two fingers, tapping an imaginary hat.

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' "YOUR GRANDFATHER...sounds like a very wise man," Gilgamesh replies, swinging wildly between EXTREMELY LOUD and kinda dull in the same space it takes for him to not take a breath (which is kinda weird). The grey giant straightens, puffing out his chest to look far more impressive; he makes his way over to the pair to inspect the balde directly, the sword being way more interesting to him than the partially metal man wielding it. Whatever, he'd seen robots and espers. Gilgamesh crouches down, his big white eyes (pure white!) staring deep at the blade. He touches it with his big grey finger, running his thumb across the blade with either expert precision or a severe lack of concern for slciing up his own hand; then he straightens. "I," The big grey man replies as he strikes a pose, his arms stretching outwards and flexing with massive grey muscles, "Am the legendary dynamic swordsman who wanders the worlds! I am the swordsmaster whispered of only in legends across all the universes, murmured of in taverns by lesser men, who makes the women of the worlds excited by his mere presence!" Gilgamesh leans in to Kamon and stage-whispers, "SEXUALLY." Then he straightens and flexes again. "I AM THE GUARDIAN OF THE GENBU GATE, BEHIND WHICH COUNTLESS TREASURES LIE! I AM..." Music starts up out of nowhere! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQqx-J-AMeI "GIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEESH!" "Feel free to be impressed. I know *I* would be." BARK. "Oh, and that's my dog Enkidu."

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Kamon's blade isn't really one. It's an iron bar taken from the construction site, cut to the approximate size and hammered into the approximate shape of a katana, and then had a piece of leather wrapped around where Kamon is holding it and affixed with some kind of adhesive for a makeshift grip. It has something like an edge, given it's flat, but it isn't actually sharpened. It is, however, pretty well balanced -- it looks like the pommel is weighted with a lump of metal. It also looks like it was made for him, almost certainly by him. Best he could do on short notice, anyway. The metal man wielding the blade looks curiously at the grey giant inspecting it. "It's just a practice sword," Kamon explains. "I had a different one I borrowed from our school's athletics department," before the world ended, he doesn't add, "but the blade got snapped off by a black mage's gravity spell." He shrugs helplessly. "It'll do, though. I don't want to hurt you or anything." He smiles in a way that is entirely friendly and not at all condescending. He means it! Then he introduces himself. Perhaps unlike the rest of the times Gilgamesh introduces himself, Kamon actually looks impressed. His jaw drops, and he stares openly at the grey-skinned, white-eyed figure. He does this for a solid five seconds before he looks over at Soan, slowly turning his head before he risks taking his eyes off Gilgamesh. He works his jaw for a second, and then turns on his heel and runs across the dirt yard to his backpack and clothes. He pats them down, fumbling for something or other. Unable to find it, he pulls his jacket on instead, slapping a pocket until he finds it. Gilgamesh, by the by, may find the gauntlet on the front of Kamon's jacket very familiar. Kamon pulls out his cell phone. It's one of the only expensive things he ever really owned; he earned the cash to get a modern touch-screen one back home, because it was just too useful not to have. He sticks his sword in his belt to free up his hands; then, he opens up an electronic textbook and scrolls through it, eyes still wide. He comes to a page with a large, cloaked figure, with a rocky canine standing next to him, some kind of mural painted on a wall from centuries ago. "Gilgamesh," he reads aloud, partially in a mutter, skipping through it. "Patron of the Great Span... never answers calls... no favored... unorthodox to worship... worshippers are always travellers going great distances, or wandering warriors." He slowly looks back up at Gilgamesh, still openly staring. Then, Kamon's expression changes. A smile spreads on his face. He thumbs the phone locked and tucks it into his backpack, tugging on his collar to adjust how his jacket hangs. He steps forward, tapping the hilt of his makeshift sword lightly with his fingers. He glances to Soan. "Well... my great-granddad used to say how he'd never turn down a chance to fight someone stronger than he was, because that's the best way to learn. And if he's one of the Second Divines..." His eyes trail back to Gilgamesh, gleaming. Kamon suddenly closes the distance between himself and Gilgamesh in barely an instant. His sword comes smoothly up from its place at his side, the dull weapon flashing in the bright midday sunlight. He comes at him with an opening move that's completely textbook, lacking only the scabbard with which to make the proper sound of the blade clearing it. Fortunately for Kamon, he's /really/ good at textbook. "...THEN I BET HE'S GOT A LOT TO TEACH!!"

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' Meanwhile, Soan's sword is far more polished, glowing with a magical light and slightly curved at one end. It also have the distinction of being a /short/ sword, compared to Kamon's improvised katana. On his other arm, he has a small buckler, tied around his wrist. It's visible, just looking at how he's armed, that he have quite a different fighting style than Kamon here. The Rogue patiently sits through the extravagant presentation, until he tell his own name. A sudden sense of dread, mixed with an healthy dose of respect and, like Kamon, he looks suitably impressed. His mouth opens, his eyes going wide, remaining silent. Slowly, neck creaking, he meets Kamon's gaze, keeping the same expression he's had. He silently nod at hime as he go fish out his jacket, turning that gaze right back at Gilgamesh. He has a very similar phone, obviously, but someone has to keep his eyes on the /Bloody Second God/ that's standing right before them. Kamon enumerates the known entries about Gilgamesh. His eyes still wide, he picks up his mouth, gaining a long smile on his face. Dear lord, if the Grand Dragoon knew about this, that /Gilgamesh/ is actualy bloody real and is standing right before them. No, no, better than that: THAT THEY'RE ABOUT TO FIGHT HIM! "We have a similar saying in the Department." The Rogue says, flexing his sword with his wrist as he approaches Gilgamesh, walking sideway to get another flank on the giant. "When someone dares you to steal from the King, you don't steal is scepter, or his crown..." Soan leaps against Gilgamesh, glowing sword raised high to be brought down into a thrusting jab, quickly spun around to smack with the flat of the blade. "You take his /entire castle/! HERE WE COME, SECOND DIVINE GILGAMESH!" In hindsight, Soan tell himself, that saying never made much sense to him. Oh well.

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' "Oh, don't you worry, you won't." Gilgamesh replies as Kamon says he doesn't want to hurt the giant. Kamon's sword was simple, but it was his - and there's something about a swordsman's sword that gives it its own distinctive touch, taste, feel. It was a special kind of magic from being wielded, a magic that most wizards barely understood; it was the magic of LEGEND, of NAMES and WORDS and GREAT DEEDS. Even if a sword had accomplished nothing, in the right hands, it became something greater. Gilgamesh is, actually, suitably concerned by someone finding him impressive. He pauses, blinks, and then looks back at Enkidu, mouthing something behind the cloth. Enkidu shrugs; Gilgamesh looks back at Kamon and crosses his arms as the boy starts reading off words from his little flashing device. "H-hey! Who wrote that?! I demand you tell me who wrote that insulting information, I ALWAYS answer my calls! I...just screen them first. In case someone creepy or weird is calling me, and it's not a hot babe." Gilgamesh pushes his fingers together. It's never a hot babe. Then Kamon's face takes on a new look, and Gilgamesh immeditely recognizes it. Kamon taps the hilt of his sword - and then he closes on Gilgamesh, swinging that practice sword in hard; it bashes Gilgamesh in the head, hard! 125 Numbers pop up over Gilgamesh's head, but otherwise, the giant sustains no damage! That's...weird. Then Kamon's friend comes swinging in. Gilgamesh doesn't let himself get struck twice; a huge, heavy blade suddenly appears out of literally nowhere, kanji written along its side. It smashes into Soan's sword, sending it spiralling to the side as Gilgamesh leaps back to give himself a bit of distance. The sword vanishes. Gilgamesh crosses his arms, his hand rubbing against his chin. "I SEE! So, you want to steal from the King of Heroes, do you?! Then I have no choice. I didn't want to do this because you're just children, but don't blame me! Because you demanded it! BUT!" Gilgamesh stretches. The air starts to rumble; a cleft in the dimensional fabric slices its way downwards as Gilgamesh levels his finger at Kamon and Soan. "ENOUGH EXPOSITORY BANTER! NOW..." Six more arms explode out of Gilgamesh's body as the world behind him distorts. The music grows louder as the great Genbu Gate opens for Soan and Kamon to look upon, the riches of countless worlds and countless protagonists laid before them behind the gate. "NOW, WE FIGHT LIKE MEN!" Flex. "AND LADIES!" POSE. "AND LADIES WHO DRESS LIKE MEN!" "FOR GILGAMESH.....IT IS MORPHING TIME!" Enkidu retreats to a safe distance. He knows what's coming.

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Soan and Kamon share a moment of doubt. Then, one of realization, and another of determination. It is this that makes them brothers-in-arms: the willingness to do what most would call impossible, and what they would call another challenge. Actually, that might just be an Alexander Academy thing: you don't leave it an educated young person, you leave it a certified badass, and almost always behave as such. Gilgamesh makes his grand gesture. Kamon jumps backwards away from him, getting out of reach of the dimensional rip, unsure of what it can be. He's a little weirded out by the numbers, but moreso by the fact that it didn't seem to /do/ anything. He looks at him with an appraising eye. What kind of swordsman /is/ -- Six extra arms burst out of Gilgamesh's body. The riches of countless worlds, and the weapons of all of them, appear arrayed behind him, beyond the Genbu Gate. Kamon's jaw drops for the second time. All of that. Is this the treasury of a god...?! And then he has a personal epiphany. Kamon's biggest problem with fighting someone has always been that, through winning, he has to take something away from them. Whether it be money, weapons, or merely pride on the line, he has to diminish someone else to make himself better. That kind of living isn't something he wants to do. He never wants anyone to be lessened for his own gain; he's always wanted to raise everyone else up with him. That's why he doesn't like fighting people, despite a singular love of martial engagements. That's why he tries his best to avoid conflict whenever he can, and why he's always done his best to keep to himself outside a few friends who get him. Gilgamesh is a Second Divine. He cannot, by definition, be made lesser; he cannot, as evidenced by the Genbu Gate, lose anything of significance from being defeated by a mere mortal. And that means... Kamon's eyes light up like he was a kid on Christmas morning. "That's pretty impressive," Kamon says, staring at Gilgamesh's unleashed form with a completely different perspective on it. He gauges the giant's strength and speed merely by looking at him. They'll have to be in their best form to get past /his/ defense. "I would've been kind of upset if it had turned out you were holding back the whole time after we beat you." He's grinning, practically ear to ear. Kamon rushes forward. He attacks from the right flank, coming in low with his makeshift katana and a bellowing kiai shout that even drowns out the inexplicable music. He dives to his right, moving to get in behind Gilgamesh, dancing around the reach of his many arms and then darting back in to slash at them, testing his toughness by attacking joints with his impressive strength. Get an advantage, he thinks. Give Soan an opening. He hops backwards again and then sprints in, taking a flying leap at the giant's head and aiming to crack him right across the forehead as he jumps past. Kamon comes down towards his left side, where Soan started, twisting in mid-air and prepared for the counterattack!

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' Soan Sagittarius lets out a grunt as the heavy blade barries his twin strikes, creating a clash of sparks from the magical blade he wields. It is a pretty ordinary sword beyond the illumination factor, he can't expect it to do much good in this case. Not that he's an that amazing swordsman anyway -- the true genius is on the other side of the giant, after all. A large part of Soan can hardly believe that they are standing in front of a Second Divine. Not only that, but a Second Divine that just /challenged them to a fight/. A large part of Soan's brain is trying to coax the fact this is absolutely suicide, the more rational part. It is, however, being largely overruled by the more hotblooded side of him, wringling up the other part of his psyche in a wedgie with the very persuasive argument that this an opportunity in a life time. Who knows what they could learn from a guy like this? Still, there's something off about him. Then again, he can't really say how it feels like to talk to a Second Divine. Dragons are another thing completely. "That's what they say about you, Gilgamesh, Defender of the Great Span! Every travellers that crosses the bridge at least say your name once!" Sayed, Soan corrects himself. He can't bother to feel even remotely depressed by the ghost of long gone Galianda. In a way, this is revitalizing for him. It's a tie, perhaps tenuous, but still a tie. Something they knew, not just 'familiar but not quite the right thing'. Soan takes a few steps off to meet up with Kamon, giving him a firm nod. Things are getting strange, certainly. The world transforming around them into a land of wonderful riches, hazy, going as far as his eyes can see, does give the Rogue some pause. Is this an illusion, a glamour from the Second Divine to tempt them, to make them doubt, or just a grand display of his strength and massive wealth to urge them onward into battle? Sagittarius takes a deep breath, his eyes lightning up with a bright flame of fighting spirit, grinning a toothy grin. The warrior spirit of the Dragoon burns within him, pressing him onward to the challenge. He has six arms. So what? They're in his realm of multiple wonders. He has more weapons than they both have limbs combined. This matter little! This is a good fight ahead of them, one that his honor requires him to not shrink down from! "I would be very upset if you took us for mere children! I will dare to steal from the King of Heroes, as it is the due of all brave ones to grasp at what lies beyond their reach!" Soan lets out, taking a few steps away from Kamon to follow his movement, keeping the six-armed giant flanked, always in his sights. When Kamon shouts, screaming his own defiance. The Rogue enact his actions. Soan moves in, body moving in speedily against the giant, using Kamon's attack as a distraction to reach out an hand for Gilgamesh, using his shield to push him over while it pilfers, doing it's own very kind of magic that Thieves, Rogues and Merchants all share. Detailed accounts, thinking even too hard about them, just letting the talent, the desire flow sufficent. It's like faeries, in a way: look at it too hard, and it falls apart. Soan knows what he wants, just as well grasping at Gilgamesh innate magic that he inflicted on himself, readiness or not, just as much his physical posessions. He also leaves a present, one that tick, explodes into a brief cloud of powder.

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' Gilgamesh has NO IDEA what these kids are on about with this Second Divines stuff. Maybe they're on drugs! Kids did /drugs/ these days. That was a shame, those kids on their drugs, Gilgamesh considers as blades manifest in all eight of his arms; he casually turns aside Kamon's blade. "HEY!" Gilgamesh shouts suddenly, as if he's having his own personal epiphany. "YOU KIDS!" "DON'T DO DRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGS!!!!!!" Unfortunately, between his casual parrying of Kamon Lionward's impressive slashing and dancing, and his personal epiphany that he needs to set an example for these kids who clearly look up to him for...some reason (probably because he's Gilgamesh; who DOESN'T look up to Gilgamesh, after all?), Gilgamesh has allowed himself to be distracted. Soan takes full advantage of the distraction, leaping in to snag at Gilgamesh's power and tug on it a little bit. Gilgamesh's shield collapses, and Gilgamesh lets out a shout of surprise; he lets out a much louder shout as the cloud of powder explodes around him. Gilgamesh coughs as words appear above his head. 370! "Rrrrgh...you think you're pretty quick, don'tcha?! Let's see how you feel about this! DODGE MY SWORD!" Gilgamesh goes lunging forward; his eight arms whirl like a massive murderblender of red and grey and pink-and-purple-polkadots (weird), swinging wildly at Kamon and Soan as he ascends into the sky of his own power. Is...is he flying with helicopter power? Maybe he is! Maybe. He. Is.

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Eight swords appear as Kamon rushes in. In hindsight, he probably should've seen this coming. Gilgamesh casually turns aside Kamon's makeshift sword. Kamon is a little surprised by it, but only a little. It isn't often that people so easily stop his attack; he's outclassed basically everyone else in his school in swordplay save the instructors themselves, and sometimes even then. Gilgamesh stops him just as he's about to land each hit, but his wall of blades can't stop him from moving. He darts past them, parrying two of the eight swords as he nimbly darts between the other six, always a step ahead. Then he starts to spin. Kamon jumps as soon as the helicopter blade of death starts whirling, getting above Gilgamesh's eight swords. Gravity suddenly remembers that it should do its damn job, and Kamon begins to fall as Gilgamesh continues to rise. This poses a problem, since Kamon is neither a Dragoon nor secretly able to fly, and Soan has left a cloud of sleep powder down there besides. "If you insist!!" Kamon pulls his legs up and starts swinging his sword straight down. The iron blade clashes with Gilgamesh's eight weapons each time he's about to land on them, the impact jarring but hardly unbearable. It's through this ridiculous technique that he's juggling himself higher and higher above Gilgamesh the /whole time/. "SKIES OF THE RAMUHA!" Kamon suddenly howls, the words more a cry for power than a yelled curse. There's a distant clap of thunder. The sunny day abruptly becomes slightly more overcast. Kamon swings his sword down into the helicopter blender of blades one more time, bringing his strength to bear. At the same time, a bolt of lightning descends from the sky, hitting his sword and charging it with electrical power just before he'd make contact! The results will almost certainly be /spectacular/.

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' Does Soan think himself as quick? Relatively. He's definetively agile with his hands, his eyes sharp and his fingers nimble. However, he is painfully aware of his weakness compared to other thieves he's known, fellow rogues he's worked alongside with: he is not the quickiest one on his feet. Or at least, that's what he makes himself out to be. He needed an good excuse, a reson force himself to not start jumping all over the place like he know very well he can do. Then again, 'jumping city blocks' and 'back flipping' while being a dodgy bastard are two, completly different things in his case. Thus, Soan does not dodge the sword as prompted, glancing upward at the flying, cutting humanoid helicopter coming down at them. His first reflex was to bring his sword and buckler-bearing arm to bear, taking the full brunt of the onslaught. The Rogue lets out a cry of defiance mingled with pain as it cuts through him, giving graces over his arms. Thanksfully, the major brunt of the attack spared him, as well as the sheer amount of efforts sliding him back accross the wonderous landscape they are standing in. "Heh." Soan cockily says, wiping his dry mouth with his sleeves to check for blood on his arms. Some. Not too bad. Alright. "That's impressive! We're just warming up, ourselves!" As Kamon brings down the wrath of the Ramuha, he dashes in, ducking under the helicopter blades, eyes fixated on the arms, trying to count, slow down his perception to grasp a glimsp of them spinning. Then, he knows. He simply knows. With a feel, smooth motion, he tosses upward a pair of objects. One of them unfolds into a thick, small spiked chain with two balls on each sides -- a bola, destined to ensare several of the arms together. Immediatedly, his hand dares upward at one of his wrist, letting his own brand of magic happen, to grasp at one of the blades and quite simply plifer it. Done or not, the balls at each end of the bola, glows for a moment, then unceremoniously explodes.

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' Kamon nonsensicaly juggles himself upwards on Gilgamesh's blades, each strike sending him higher and higher; then there's lightning! What the- ZZZRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAP! 263 Gilgamesh drops to the ground, exhaling. "D-damn!" But that only distracts him enough for Soan to snag something out of his hand; Gilgamesh's eyes widen as Soan manages to pluck a blade from the King of Heroes. KABOOM. 165 ...wait, what is that that you just got? YOU GOT: LIGHT DISK?! "H-HEY!" Gilgamesh roars, outrage taking over his body, "GIVE THAT BACK! ENKIDU! ENKIDU, THEY STOLE MY DISK!" Enkidu looks up from his position on a rock. He looks up at Kamon, then down at Soan, then back at Gilgamesh, an unimpressed look on his face. "THEY STOLE. MY DISK." Enkidu groans and stands up. The mighty King of All Rock Hounds lets out a challenging howl; he goes screaming across the field, darting from Kamon to Soan like a great green fang. Then he bounds back onto the wall and settles back down, looking down at Gilgamesh, as if to say 'there you go buddy, you're on your own.' Gilgamesh frowns, his eyes flickering from white to red. "VERY WELL THEN! IF YOU WISH TO STEAL FROM ME, THEN SO BE IT! BUT I WARN YOU - I PUNISH THIEVES *VERY* HARSHLY!" "TASTE THE STRENGTH OF MY ULTIMATE TECHNIQUES!" Gilgamesh's swords (excluding the Light Disk, which is currently resting in Soan's hands) suddenly burst into light, vanishing. In Gilgamesh's hands is a legendary blade - a blade that anyone can identify with even a glance, a glorious red sword that extends almost as long as Gilgamesh is tall. It glows a violent red as Gilgamesh raises it up with all eight hands. "You should thank me, thieves! Only a few ever truly get to see my treasure! EVEN FEWER GET TO SEE THE TECHNIQUE THAT MAKES ME THE GREATEST! HERE I GO!" "TAKE THIS! MY LOVE, MY ANGER, AND ALL OF MY SORROW!" ZAN TETSU KEN STRONGEST SWORD: EXCALIBUR

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' This is exhalirating, this is a theft that he's never done before. Certainly, some persons preffer it called 'Live Battlefield Salvage', but past a point, these appelations are all superficial in the end. Soan Sagittarius dared to bring his mitts up to the Second Divine's arms, pilfered a random weapon and ran away with it. Soan lowers himself, rolling away from Gilgamesh, grasping tight the weapon he have in his hand, giving it a glance. His brows furrows, eyes narrowing at it. He's not quite sure what he just got, here. Looks... quite fluo. Something Kyra would love to have in her rave parties. It'd make for one bitchin' light stick. Probably lethal, however. Soan hears Gilgamesh' outcry. It's quite familiar to him, that sort of raging after he steals from them. Completly understandble, of course. It is a wonderful way to gauge how one person really behaves in some cases... and in this one, righteous anger seems to be the answer. "Come now!" Sagittarius shouts, diving out of the way of Enkidu's lightning quick dash, narrowingly avoiding quite a lot of pain there unexpectedly. "I did declare my intentions at the begining of the fight, Second Divine! Do not include Kamon in my--" Then, the Blade comes out. That Blade. Soan's eyes widens in dawning horror, as well as righteous awe as King of Blades is drawn. His mouth drop in surprise at the sheer sight of it. Excalibur. It really exists? Is it a true thing that he is seeing here? It's only his survival instincts that makes him survive the following, doing very much the same as before by rising his arms and blade upward to protect himself, secretly steeling himself with his Dragoon body resistance training. With all this, with all this preparation, the King of Blades create a gaping gash in the Rogue's sides, wringing a cry of pain from him. Alright. Alright, get yourself together! "KAMON!" Soan shouts, slinging the strange weapon over to his friend, facing again Gilgamesh, standing back up as he hold briefly his wound, barely on his feets as the bridge beneath them begins to creak, a large side of it cleanly cut in half by the imense onslaught. "DON'T GET INTIMIDATED! THE STAKES ARE ONLY HIGHER, NOW!" Higher indeed. As things begins to collapse around him, as he charges Gilgamesh with another slam with his buckler, Soan remembers that a Rogue not only know when to seize opportunity -- but to push them as well, rising the stakes! This is why Soan undauntedly, as the ruins around them begins to crumble in neatly-sliced cylinders, reach for another one of the blades ... and substitute it with a ball of sticky glue.

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Kamon drives Gilgamesh back to the ground with the fury of the sky. With the last clash, he throws himself clear, backflipping once in the air and dropping into a crouch outside the yard they were fighting in. He skids along the ground, grinding the soles of his shoes against the rocky ground and finally coming to a halt some distance from the King of Heroes himself. The King of All Rock Hounds, meanwhile, proves to be a fast danger. Enkidu blind-sides Kamon, slamming into him and driving him to the ground. He falls on his side, bouncing and tumbling. He shakes himself out of a daze, grimacing. He's still got his sword, though, and Gilgamesh -- Gilgamesh is suddenly even more heavily armed, and /super pissed/. "Crap!" Kamon rolls over and leaps to his feet. Gilgamesh raises the Strongest Sword Excalibur. Kamon steels himself -- There's a flash. Gilgamesh strikes, but only once. Kamon sees it coming, just barely. It cleaves through the side of the construction site and comes right at him, the reach of the sword with the power of the legendary technique ZANTETSUKEN far outstripping its actual length. Kamon inhales sharply, setting his feet, placing one hand on the grip of his sword and the other behind the blade. He doesn't dodge; he intercepts the ripple of solid white cutting wind with his own weapon instead! He /moves/. The force of it pushes him straight out into the street, carrying the battle from the abandoned lot to the big bridge connecting Upper and Lower Archades. It digs into the ground, leaving a deep trench through the upper street and slicing into the bridge like it was a piece of fruit. Kamon winces, barely able to keep his eyes open against the speed he's moving and the incredible strain of trying to hold it back -- and then he feels the pressure on his sword abruptly /stop/. Just as abruptly, Kamon lifts his left hand from the back of the blade, throwing it upwards and twisting himself wildly to the side. The blade explodes into shards of metal, unable to stop the onslaught of the Strongest Sword with such a paltry piece of equipment. It peppers the Odynar, adding to his growing collection of wounds; the wave catches him along the left arm and up the side, throwing him from his feet in a sudden whirl of movement. He hits the ground a second time, bouncing until he hits a rail along the side of the bridge. The ground shakes. The chunk of bridge Kamon is on starts to fall, cloven free of the rest of it. The entire bridge quakes, suddenly rendered unstable by the incredible attack. Huge pieces of stone collapse downwards, dropping into the sea and casting massive plumes of water into the air. People on either end of the bridge scatter in the wake of the destruction, fleeing the scene of the battle; the Archadian guards nearby form up, trying to calm them and move to contain the fight as they send runners to the Judges who protect the devastated metropolis. Kamon reappears above the edge of the bridge. He jumps upwards despite what is almost certainly a few cracked ribs, catching the thrown Light Disk with his now-free right hand on the way down. He lands on the clean-cut edge, rising to a stand and looking down at what it is Soan tossed him. It looks a lot like a chakram, Kamon thinks. The outermost edge starts to glow as he holds it. It feels... warm. "I'm not a thief," Kamon calls, "but I'd be an idiot to underestimate one! I'm a Parivir, like my father, and his father, and /his/ father, the legendary warrior Genji the Invulnerable Guardian!!" Kamon adjusts his grip on the Light Disk subtly. He lowers it, changing his stance. His left hand is free and loose, ready to catch or act as a counterbalance; his right is in front of him and low, for the best range of motion and avenues of attack. He's adapted to the strange weapon in a matter of seconds. "But if this means that much to you --" "/CATCH!/" Kamon takes a step forward and spins on his heel, hurling the Light Disk with all his strength. It hums through the air, flung on an unerring course at Gilgamesh... but a little too low. It drops towards the ground at his feet, plummeting towards the cracking stonework of the bridge beneath him. And as soon as it strikes him, it rebounds straight up into his face. It bounces again, ricocheting away at the same incredible speed it came at him, not a single bit of momentum lost. It comes at Kamon the same way, and in the same motion from throwing it, he snatches it out of the air with his left hand and lets fly again. It goes far to the right, hitting the ground on the far side of the bridge and rolling into the huge gashes left in the street from the ZANTETSUKEN. It rolls through it like it was stuck on a racetrack, jumping back upwards when the gash suddenly gets shallow and striking at Gilgamesh from his left side instead. It rebounds a second time, flying wide. Kamon sprints across the bridge. The ground beneath where he stood starts to collapse into the ocean below, the weakened structure giving way as the three-hundred-pound metallic man pounds across the compromised stonework. He dives for the Light Disk, catching it with his right and dropping into a somersault across the bridge. He gets back into a crouch and lets fly a third time, tossing it into the gap between the railing and the low stonework wall it's mounted above. It bounces dozens of times straight up and down, continually ricocheting and leaving a dim white trail as it goes, confusing the eye in a dazzling display. It gets to the point where the bridge is collapsing, dipping lower and then flying out of the gap -- -- and zooming straight for the spot between the grey giant's eyes. And yeah, it comes back. It /always/ comes back to its User.

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' 213 Soan's shield smashes into Gilgamesh's chest; the huge grey thing is knocked backwards only a little bit, one of his blades flashing upwards to send Gilgamesh himself flying up into the sky. Soan didn't get anything good; he went grabbing, unfortunately, as Gilgamesh was putting away Excalibur. Still, that has a weird side-effect; the ball of glue in Gilgamesh's hand has just replaced whatever weapon he was trying to draw! Which means that one of his fists is..glued. Gilgamesh hovers in the sky with his helicopter motions, two of his hands just spinning rapidly around each other at speeds normal people couldn't possibly do. It's completely ludicrous - but then, what about this grey giant isn't? He hovers there for a while, floating above the ground casually with the sound of blades chopping through the sky. And then Kamon hurls the Light Disk at him. He hurls it a bunch, actually; Gilgamesh tracks it quite well even as he's being battered around, wit little trouble keeping his eyes on it. His red eyes swap back to white, and they widen intensely as he sees one of his treasures come spiralling back to him. Gilgamesh releases his blades, the weapons vanishing into thin air, and grabs at the Light Disk. FACT: Gilgamesh, thanks to Soan, has glue all over one of his hands. Gilgamesh grabs the Light Disk as it bashes him in the head (532). It carries him offwards, then goes sailing back towards Kamon. Gilgamesh is still clutching it tight. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH-"

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' Sometimes, when you try something, it does not have the desired effect. That's fine, that's perfect: as long something does /something/, you can always build off it magnificently with a little improvisation. Gilgamesh getting entangled this much with his ball of glue was an unintended effect, as well as basically saving Kamon a lot of trouble. In a similar vein, the fact that EVERYTHING IS COLLAPSING AROUND THEM was another effect he didn't expect. It does give him an awful, yet amazing, idea. Something devious. As Gilgamesh is being pulled toward Kamon thanks to the Light Disk, Soan gives the surrounding a quick, dirty look. The bridge is going down around them, stone is crumbling, the general area is just going all the way to hell. Calculations forms up in his mind as he runs up along the collapsing bridge. His nimble fingers reach into his bag, taking out a multitude of small tablets, flinging them down the falling stones of the bridges. Many of them stick on target, priming themselves into various traps. Explosives. Bear traps. Spikes shooting out, all the way to tiny flame-spewing aparatus. A plan, an insane one, is forming in his mind. "KAMON!" Soan shouts, finnaly taking out a rope with a hook tied to the other end, spinning it as he chases after Gilgamesh. "FOLLOW MY LEAD!" With a swing of his arm, he tosses the thing, seeking to grab Gilgamesh solidly betwen it's sharp teeth, then, hopefully with Kamon's help, pull the gray giant backward. Where all the stones, the entire field of traps are located. This has the distinct disadvantage of also pulling both teenagers into the field of traps, as they try to pull the giant down the stream of falling stones and traps It is rather fortunate that Gilgamesh has a strong, wide back, as Soan, deathly silent by with eyes a blaze with intense concentration, leaps on Gilgamesh's back once momentum has been firmly established. Then, only then, as gravity and forces of physics reasserts themselves, he allows himself to scream at his crazy plan, fingers pilfering to what they can while traps begin to prime...

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' The cool Light Disk comes back at Kamon. He reaches out -- -- and gently takes Gilgamesh by the hand? *KA-WHAM* Kamon goes bowling over, turning into a rolling pile of HONORABLE WARRIORS with Gilgamesh and the Light Disk. He bounces and careens, letting out an undignified, "Waaaaugh!!" as they tumble across the bridge. This would be way more awkward if either of them were wrestling for control over a sharp object, but the Light Disk is (perhaps inexplicably) rendered harmless between them. There's even a cloud of dust and punctuation marks! Which is fortunate, because Soan is having him help surf Gilgamesh over a field of traps. Kamon is suddenly quite thankful of the fact that Gilgamesh is on the bottom of the cartoon fight cloud instead of him. He manages to grab one end of the rope between his teeth, pulling and then immediately losing his grip. He goes with him! Wheeeee! When /that's/ over, Kamon tries to stagger to his feet. He also tries to get the still-tacky glue off of him, and not to be stuck to Gilgamesh. His coat is askew, and he's got little spinny-eyes going on right now. It's a side effect of being on a Disney game, just like breaking the fourth wall in a pose is a side effect of being in close proximity to Gilgamesh. Kamon slips on a rock and falls over backwards. It results in him accidentally elbow-dropping Gilgamesh. He's too disoriented to appreciate the artistry of such a fall.

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' Soan manages something incredibly stu481) "THIS IS REALLY STARTING TO GET ME STEAMED!" Gilgamesh roars, trying to roll over in mid-air and failing, in large 237). Fortunately, the rain of traps ends, as Gilgamesh's now-freed arms pop his cape. He flies. He flies forward, under no power but his cape, with two insolent children on his back, towards the ruins of the bridge. It can't be that he's planning...he can't be about to... Gilgamesh does not steer away. Soan and Kamon probably aren't gonna like this.

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' GILGAMESH DROPPED: GENJI GLOVE x1 1 GIL 1 XP

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Kamon, clinging to Gilgamesh, flies straight towards the bridge below. It's a little bit like this: http://youtu.be/JlSQAZEp3PA?t=20s Kamon gains the KOed condition!

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' You're right. Soan's ain't gonna like this one bit. The Rogue cries his heart out all the way down to the ground, traps exploding all around, clinging for dear life on the gray giant. The impact is violent enough that Soan wish he, too, had the KOed condition. Instead, he blacks out for a short, few, blissfull seconds before waking up. He groans, eyes bleary, looking around with a dazed look, blinking at the crumbles falling around them. He looks down at Kamon. No lights. Gilgamesh he's on? Damn out. His mind numb, blinking, Soan reach out carefully into one of his pouch, hand shaking, and pulling out... two lollipop. He rips one open, shove it in his mouth as he just... sit down and bask in the victory. Afew a few moments, his eyes sets upward at Enkidu. He stares at the Rock Hound for a few moments, before handing the other lollipop at him.

:'''[[Gilgamesh]] has posed:''' Enkidu gratefully removes the lollipop from Soan's hand, huge Rock Hound jaws closing over it, and then walks off, dragging Gilgamesh behind him.

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' Soan tips him a silent salute, before flumping on his back, deciding a nap sounds pretty good right about now.

Isaac Hanlon

2013-06-24T23:57:23Z

Binary:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Isaac
|lastname=Hanlon
|age=24
|image=Isaac bestimg.png
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|weight=190 lbs.
|series=Original Character
|styles=DJ Hero
|hometown=Manhattan(?)
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Radio Free Magi
|themesong=No More Kings -- King of Rock / Sucka MCs
|quote="'Impossible' is just a word people use to feel better about giving up."
|footer=Planning with Xanatos.
}}
== Profile ==
Isaac Hanlon is a young man who has seen far too much for the time hes lived. While claiming to be from the isle of Manhattan like many others in the Twilight Detective Agency, Isaac is truthfully from a world that no longer exists, one of the few who survived when Armageddon came. A practitioner of magic of exceptional skill and perhaps curious power, Isaac wanders worlds looking for a solution to the menace that is the Heartless, seeking to prevent further catastrophes like the one that took his home from him. Isaac is good-hearted, quick-witted and possesses a magnetic personality, and he employs this as his persona of "DJ Zero," a voice that takes to the radio waves of innumerable worlds when midnight rings to dispense pointed wisdom, ancient lore, and excellent tunes.

== Skills ==
''You're On The Air, The Truth Is Out There, Just Click Here And Find Out, Something Something Indistinguishable From Magic, My Name Is Isaac Hanlon; Conjure With It At Your Own Peril, DJ Professor Z, Mythbuster, I'm A PC, I'm A Mac, And I'm A Friggin' Wizard, Blinded By The Light, Badass Longcoat, And I Shall Fear No Evil -- For I Have An App For That, Zeroth Percentile, Genre Savvy, Venture A Little Way Past, Nothing Is Impossible, Video Can't Kill The Radio Mage, I Didn't Ask For This; It Just Came With The Job, ...For They Are Subtle And Quick To Anger
''

== Trivia/Facts ==
* Very few people are aware that DJ Zero is Isaac and vice versa. Isaac prefers it this way.
* Isaac took home the gold medal for the Contest of Strength during the Hades Cup and then won the whole tournament, thus proving that INT beats STR any day.
* [[Garland]] hewed off Isaac's right arm with a blade made of Isaac's worst nightmare. He has thus earned his place on Isaac's shit list.

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Friendship
|[[Emi Dennou]]
|-
|Trust
|[[Mercade Alexander]], [[Will Sherman]], [[Avira]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Deelel]], [[Tom Magnusson]], [[Deidra]], [[Maximilien]], [[Percival]], [[Faruja Senra]], [[Maira]], [[David Xanatos]], Merlin (and Archimedes)
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Quistis Trepe]], [[Morrighan Alazne]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Jack Sparrow]], [[Skoll Ulfang]], [[Hades]], Feige Abramson
|-
|Distrust
|[[Evja]], [[Celina Duvalis]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[Garland]], Alexander Hall???
|-
|}

== Random Quotes ==
=== Something About Killing Fathers, Maybe ===
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Did you just raise the dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "I did in fact just raise the dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Will Sherman says, "...Scary." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "So how long until you cure cancer and solve world hunger?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet for a few moments and then, "You violated causality, raised the dead, made a deal with the lord of the underworld, and spat on what is typically deemed the natural order--because it seemed like the right thing to do?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Was it chocolate-coated?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah, but it takes fifteen minutes for full potency, which is why Legion is taking her time." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon addresses Legion directly. He does the radio equivalent of staring her straight in the face, because radio mage. 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yes. Precisely." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "She seemed a lot more than mostly dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Wait what?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Who was dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet again for a while. and then, "Isaac..." Another pause. "You are a very frightening individual." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Frighteningly /awesome/." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah. Sometimes I get that way." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Mark it well." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "This is not something we can ever repay. Nor can we ever properly thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "But thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You're welcome." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon asides in a more casual tone of voice, "She didn't even have any pockets for loose change." 

=== QFT ===
"EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL!" She yells before darting out the door, throwing an array of smokebombs to cover her escape. DAMMIT! RECCURING VILLAIN!?!?!?!

=== Priorities ===
<Comm: A - Heralds> Alberic Lux drinks loudly from a straw. 
<Comm: A - Heralds> Feige Abramson says, "Big Gulp?" 
<Comm: A - Heralds> Alberic Lux says, "This may be the finest invention since the portable death ray." 
<Comm: A - Heralds> Feige Abramson says, "I think it is telling that your world invented the Big Gulp after the portable death ray." 

=== Well, If Pumpkinhead Won't Write Posts... ===

<OOC> Malicia says, "I am going to eat every single one of these puppies." 
<XP> You've given Malicia a Dalmatian.

== Soundtrack ==
1. The Living End -- [http://youtu.be/QYhDUBMeBv4 End of the World] 
2. No More Kings -- [http://youtu.be/_45Rt5HMd-4 King of Rock / Sucka MCs] 
3. Merry Melodies -- [http://youtu.be/3Oe7Q8OCm5I Behold The Wizard] 
4. Chameleon Circuit -- [http://youtu.be/G9ydSMj0Hk8 Still Not Ginger] 
5. Poets of the Fall -- [http://youtu.be/1Ccv375Psqw The Ballad of Jeremiah Peacekeeper] 

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Isaac Hanlon

2013-06-18T04:26:27Z

Binary: /* Well, If Pumpkinhead Won't Write Posts... */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Isaac
|lastname=Hanlon
|age=24
|image=Isaac bestimg.png
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|weight=190 lbs.
|series=Original Character
|styles=DJ Hero
|hometown=Manhattan(?)
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Radio Free Magi
|themesong=No More Kings -- King of Rock / Sucka MCs
|quote="'Impossible' is just a word people use to feel better about giving up."
|footer=Had an arm removed, currently bedridden.
}}
== Profile ==
Isaac Hanlon is a young man who has seen far too much for the time hes lived. While claiming to be from the isle of Manhattan like many others in the Twilight Detective Agency, Isaac is truthfully from a world that no longer exists, one of the few who survived when Armageddon came. A practitioner of magic of exceptional skill and perhaps curious power, Isaac wanders worlds looking for a solution to the menace that is the Heartless, seeking to prevent further catastrophes like the one that took his home from him. Isaac is good-hearted, quick-witted and possesses a magnetic personality, and he employs this as his persona of "DJ Zero," a voice that takes to the radio waves of innumerable worlds when midnight rings to dispense pointed wisdom, ancient lore, and excellent tunes.

== Skills ==
''You're On The Air, The Truth Is Out There, Just Click Here And Find Out, Something Something Indistinguishable From Magic, My Name Is Isaac Hanlon; Conjure With It At Your Own Peril, DJ Professor Z, Mythbuster, I'm A PC, I'm A Mac, And I'm A Friggin' Wizard, Blinded By The Light, Badass Longcoat, And I Shall Fear No Evil -- For I Have An App For That, Zeroth Percentile, Genre Savvy, Venture A Little Way Past, Nothing Is Impossible, Video Can't Kill The Radio Mage, I Didn't Ask For This; It Just Came With The Job, ...For They Are Subtle And Quick To Anger
''

== Trivia/Facts ==
* Very few people are aware that DJ Zero is Isaac and vice versa. Isaac prefers it this way.
* Isaac took home the gold medal for the Contest of Strength during the Hades Cup and then won the whole tournament, thus proving that INT beats STR any day.
* [[Garland]] hewed off Isaac's right arm with a blade made of Isaac's worst nightmare. He has thus earned his place on Isaac's shit list.

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Friendship
|[[Emi Dennou]]
|-
|Trust
|[[Mercade Alexander]], [[Will Sherman]], [[Avira]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Deelel]], [[Tom Magnusson]], [[Deidra]], [[Maximilien]], [[Percival]], [[Faruja Senra]], [[Maira]], [[David Xanatos]], Merlin (and Archimedes)
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Quistis Trepe]], [[Morrighan Alazne]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Jack Sparrow]], [[Skoll Ulfang]], [[Hades]], Feige Abramson
|-
|Distrust
|[[Evja]], [[Celina Duvalis]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[Garland]], Alexander Hall???
|-
|}

== Random Quotes ==
=== Something About Killing Fathers, Maybe ===
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Did you just raise the dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "I did in fact just raise the dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Will Sherman says, "...Scary." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "So how long until you cure cancer and solve world hunger?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet for a few moments and then, "You violated causality, raised the dead, made a deal with the lord of the underworld, and spat on what is typically deemed the natural order--because it seemed like the right thing to do?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Was it chocolate-coated?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah, but it takes fifteen minutes for full potency, which is why Legion is taking her time." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon addresses Legion directly. He does the radio equivalent of staring her straight in the face, because radio mage. 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yes. Precisely." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "She seemed a lot more than mostly dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Wait what?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Who was dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet again for a while. and then, "Isaac..." Another pause. "You are a very frightening individual." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Frighteningly /awesome/." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah. Sometimes I get that way." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Mark it well." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "This is not something we can ever repay. Nor can we ever properly thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "But thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You're welcome." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon asides in a more casual tone of voice, "She didn't even have any pockets for loose change." 

=== QFT ===
"EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL!" She yells before darting out the door, throwing an array of smokebombs to cover her escape. DAMMIT! RECCURING VILLAIN!?!?!?!

=== Priorities ===
<Comm: A - Heralds> Alberic Lux drinks loudly from a straw. 
<Comm: A - Heralds> Feige Abramson says, "Big Gulp?" 
<Comm: A - Heralds> Alberic Lux says, "This may be the finest invention since the portable death ray." 
<Comm: A - Heralds> Feige Abramson says, "I think it is telling that your world invented the Big Gulp after the portable death ray." 

=== Well, If Pumpkinhead Won't Write Posts... ===

<OOC> Malicia says, "I am going to eat every single one of these puppies." 
<XP> You've given Malicia a Dalmatian.

== Soundtrack ==
1. The Living End -- [http://youtu.be/QYhDUBMeBv4 End of the World] 
2. No More Kings -- [http://youtu.be/_45Rt5HMd-4 King of Rock / Sucka MCs] 
3. Merry Melodies -- [http://youtu.be/3Oe7Q8OCm5I Behold The Wizard] 
4. Chameleon Circuit -- [http://youtu.be/G9ydSMj0Hk8 Still Not Ginger] 

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Isaac Hanlon

2013-06-18T04:26:12Z

Binary:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Isaac
|lastname=Hanlon
|age=24
|image=Isaac bestimg.png
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|weight=190 lbs.
|series=Original Character
|styles=DJ Hero
|hometown=Manhattan(?)
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Radio Free Magi
|themesong=No More Kings -- King of Rock / Sucka MCs
|quote="'Impossible' is just a word people use to feel better about giving up."
|footer=Had an arm removed, currently bedridden.
}}
== Profile ==
Isaac Hanlon is a young man who has seen far too much for the time hes lived. While claiming to be from the isle of Manhattan like many others in the Twilight Detective Agency, Isaac is truthfully from a world that no longer exists, one of the few who survived when Armageddon came. A practitioner of magic of exceptional skill and perhaps curious power, Isaac wanders worlds looking for a solution to the menace that is the Heartless, seeking to prevent further catastrophes like the one that took his home from him. Isaac is good-hearted, quick-witted and possesses a magnetic personality, and he employs this as his persona of "DJ Zero," a voice that takes to the radio waves of innumerable worlds when midnight rings to dispense pointed wisdom, ancient lore, and excellent tunes.

== Skills ==
''You're On The Air, The Truth Is Out There, Just Click Here And Find Out, Something Something Indistinguishable From Magic, My Name Is Isaac Hanlon; Conjure With It At Your Own Peril, DJ Professor Z, Mythbuster, I'm A PC, I'm A Mac, And I'm A Friggin' Wizard, Blinded By The Light, Badass Longcoat, And I Shall Fear No Evil -- For I Have An App For That, Zeroth Percentile, Genre Savvy, Venture A Little Way Past, Nothing Is Impossible, Video Can't Kill The Radio Mage, I Didn't Ask For This; It Just Came With The Job, ...For They Are Subtle And Quick To Anger
''

== Trivia/Facts ==
* Very few people are aware that DJ Zero is Isaac and vice versa. Isaac prefers it this way.
* Isaac took home the gold medal for the Contest of Strength during the Hades Cup and then won the whole tournament, thus proving that INT beats STR any day.
* [[Garland]] hewed off Isaac's right arm with a blade made of Isaac's worst nightmare. He has thus earned his place on Isaac's shit list.

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Friendship
|[[Emi Dennou]]
|-
|Trust
|[[Mercade Alexander]], [[Will Sherman]], [[Avira]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Deelel]], [[Tom Magnusson]], [[Deidra]], [[Maximilien]], [[Percival]], [[Faruja Senra]], [[Maira]], [[David Xanatos]], Merlin (and Archimedes)
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Quistis Trepe]], [[Morrighan Alazne]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Jack Sparrow]], [[Skoll Ulfang]], [[Hades]], Feige Abramson
|-
|Distrust
|[[Evja]], [[Celina Duvalis]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[Garland]], Alexander Hall???
|-
|}

== Random Quotes ==
=== Something About Killing Fathers, Maybe ===
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Did you just raise the dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "I did in fact just raise the dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Will Sherman says, "...Scary." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "So how long until you cure cancer and solve world hunger?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet for a few moments and then, "You violated causality, raised the dead, made a deal with the lord of the underworld, and spat on what is typically deemed the natural order--because it seemed like the right thing to do?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Was it chocolate-coated?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah, but it takes fifteen minutes for full potency, which is why Legion is taking her time." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon addresses Legion directly. He does the radio equivalent of staring her straight in the face, because radio mage. 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yes. Precisely." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "She seemed a lot more than mostly dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Wait what?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Who was dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet again for a while. and then, "Isaac..." Another pause. "You are a very frightening individual." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Frighteningly /awesome/." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah. Sometimes I get that way." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Mark it well." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "This is not something we can ever repay. Nor can we ever properly thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "But thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You're welcome." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon asides in a more casual tone of voice, "She didn't even have any pockets for loose change." 

=== QFT ===
"EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL!" She yells before darting out the door, throwing an array of smokebombs to cover her escape. DAMMIT! RECCURING VILLAIN!?!?!?!

=== Priorities ===
<Comm: A - Heralds> Alberic Lux drinks loudly from a straw. 
<Comm: A - Heralds> Feige Abramson says, "Big Gulp?" 
<Comm: A - Heralds> Alberic Lux says, "This may be the finest invention since the portable death ray." 
<Comm: A - Heralds> Feige Abramson says, "I think it is telling that your world invented the Big Gulp after the portable death ray." 

=== Well, If Pumpkinhead Won't Write Posts... ===

<OOC> Malicia says, "I am going to eat every single one of these puppies."
<XP> You've given Malicia a Dalmatian.

== Soundtrack ==
1. The Living End -- [http://youtu.be/QYhDUBMeBv4 End of the World] 
2. No More Kings -- [http://youtu.be/_45Rt5HMd-4 King of Rock / Sucka MCs] 
3. Merry Melodies -- [http://youtu.be/3Oe7Q8OCm5I Behold The Wizard] 
4. Chameleon Circuit -- [http://youtu.be/G9ydSMj0Hk8 Still Not Ginger] 

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Kamon Lionward

2013-06-16T05:45:32Z

Binary: /* Soundtrack */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Kamon
|lastname=Lionward
|age=17
|species=Altered Human (Odynar)
|sex=Male
|height=6'1"
|weight=300 lbs.
|series=Final Fantasy Act: Class
|styles=Kamon-Rider
|hometown=Galianda
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Alexander Academy
|occupation=Student Swordsman
|quote="It's alright; I can handle it. Are you okay?"
|footer=Kicked a zombie dragon's butt.
}}
== Profile ==
Kamon Lionward is in a weird place. The great grandson of the founder of [http://tinyurl.com/ffactclass Galianda]'s famous Genji Enforcement security firm, Kamon adheres to the expectations of his family to learn the bodyguard's trade and go into the same business. Often regarded by his more affluent peers as something of an anomaly, Kamon is of Odynar ancestry and somewhat embarrassed by the fact, and his awkward kindness (and magical ineptitude) is often mistaken for dimwitted obedience. At heart, Kamon wishes only to make his friends happy and his family proud, but a bumbling, goofy streak and a quietly free-spirited and self-sacrificial demeanor continues to make the former glad and the latter frustrated. Kamon has a particular dislike of fighting, which is at odds with his training as a warrior and a Parivir in particular -- not because of the act itself, but the requirement that he make someone lose something so he can come out ahead. Despite this, he possesses an almost supernatural skill with a blade and an innate talent in adapting to new weapons, two things considered incredibly valuable to literally anyone else.

== Skills ==
Reluctant Swordsman, Mild-Mannered Martyr, Magically Inept, Magically Resistant, Metal Blooded, Son of the First Sword, Genji's Great Grandson, Being the Middle-Class One Among the Extravagantly Rich Means You're Automatically the Poor Kid, Kyra's Meat Shield (Whether He Wants To Be Or Not), WAKE UP, THE HERO, TAIYOU YO

== Soundtrack ==
* Self-Inflicted Outcast: Mumford & Sons -- [http://youtu.be/lLJf9qJHR3E Little Lion Man]
* Kamon Rider: Takayuki Miyauchi -- [http://youtu.be/OTzdpMbGHww Kamen Rider Black RX Theme] (21st Century Ver.)
* Odin's Legacy: Machinae Supremacy -- [http://youtu.be/JJ1D4xaKwIE Hero]
* Someone's Gotta Do It: A Valley Without Wind II OST -- [http://arcenmusic.bandcamp.com/track/to-one-wholl-stand-and-fight To One Who'll Stand and Fight]

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
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|Friendship
|[[Soan Sagittarius]], [[Kyra Hyral]]
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|Trust
|[[Niklas Dragonius]], [[Jidro Gerrison]], [[Myla Mason]], [[Seloria Delacreaux]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Minerva]], [[Luso Clemens]], [[Mulan|Ping]], [[Ramza Beoulve]], [[Percival]], [[Emi Dennou]], [[Maira]], [[Deelel]], [[TRON]], [[Alma Hyral]]
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Mister Greene]], [[Annia Leradine]], [[Rena Laradyne]], [[Clayton]], [[Avira]], [[Mercade Alexander]], [[Angantyr Vespar]], [[Artemis Eurus]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Artyom W. Valodjn]], [[Riku]]
|-
|Distrust
|[[Souji Murasame]], [[Evja]], [[Ember]], [[Seith]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[The Heartless]]
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Kamon Lionward

2013-06-16T05:32:03Z

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{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Kamon
|lastname=Lionward
|age=17
|species=Altered Human (Odynar)
|sex=Male
|height=6'1"
|weight=300 lbs.
|series=Final Fantasy Act: Class
|styles=Kamon-Rider
|hometown=Galianda
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Alexander Academy
|occupation=Student Swordsman
|quote="It's alright; I can handle it. Are you okay?"
|footer=Kicked a zombie dragon's butt.
}}
== Profile ==
Kamon Lionward is in a weird place. The great grandson of the founder of [http://tinyurl.com/ffactclass Galianda]'s famous Genji Enforcement security firm, Kamon adheres to the expectations of his family to learn the bodyguard's trade and go into the same business. Often regarded by his more affluent peers as something of an anomaly, Kamon is of Odynar ancestry and somewhat embarrassed by the fact, and his awkward kindness (and magical ineptitude) is often mistaken for dimwitted obedience. At heart, Kamon wishes only to make his friends happy and his family proud, but a bumbling, goofy streak and a quietly free-spirited and self-sacrificial demeanor continues to make the former glad and the latter frustrated. Kamon has a particular dislike of fighting, which is at odds with his training as a warrior and a Parivir in particular -- not because of the act itself, but the requirement that he make someone lose something so he can come out ahead. Despite this, he possesses an almost supernatural skill with a blade and an innate talent in adapting to new weapons, two things considered incredibly valuable to literally anyone else.

== Skills ==
Reluctant Swordsman, Mild-Mannered Martyr, Magically Inept, Magically Resistant, Metal Blooded, Son of the First Sword, Genji's Great Grandson, Being the Middle-Class One Among the Extravagantly Rich Means You're Automatically the Poor Kid, Kyra's Meat Shield (Whether He Wants To Be Or Not), WAKE UP, THE HERO, TAIYOU YO

== Soundtrack ==
* Self-Inflicted Outcast: Mumford & Sons -- [http://youtu.be/lLJf9qJHR3E Little Lion Man]
* Kamon Rider: Takayuki Miyauchi -- [http://youtu.be/OTzdpMbGHww Kamen Rider Black RX Theme] (21st Century Ver.)
* Odin's Legacy: Machinae Supremacy -- [http://youtu.be/JJ1D4xaKwIE Hero]
* Someone's Gotta Do It: A Valley Without Wind II OST -- [http://youtu.be/iDpCibJ_CW8 To One Who'll Stand and Fight]

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
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|-
|Friendship
|[[Soan Sagittarius]], [[Kyra Hyral]]
|-
|Trust
|[[Niklas Dragonius]], [[Jidro Gerrison]], [[Myla Mason]], [[Seloria Delacreaux]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Minerva]], [[Luso Clemens]], [[Mulan|Ping]], [[Ramza Beoulve]], [[Percival]], [[Emi Dennou]], [[Maira]], [[Deelel]], [[TRON]], [[Alma Hyral]]
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Mister Greene]], [[Annia Leradine]], [[Rena Laradyne]], [[Clayton]], [[Avira]], [[Mercade Alexander]], [[Angantyr Vespar]], [[Artemis Eurus]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Artyom W. Valodjn]], [[Riku]]
|-
|Distrust
|[[Souji Murasame]], [[Evja]], [[Ember]], [[Seith]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[The Heartless]]
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Alberic Lux

2013-06-15T23:11:44Z

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{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Alberic
|lastname=Lux
|age=Older Than He Looks
|image=alberic-face.png
|species=l'Cie
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|series=Final Fantasy XIII
|styles=Damocles System, Empty Swarm
|hometown=Eden, Cocoon
|alignment=Forces of Ruin
|group=Hollow Heralds
|occupation=Branded Wonder-Worker
|quote="A question, simple and impossible: if a heart holds darkness, how can it ever contain hope?"
|footer=Awoke from crystal stasis.
}}
== Profile ==
Alberic Lux is a man from another age. Originally hailing from the world-sphere Cocoon, it was long ago when Alberic was branded and turned into a l'Cie. He has never looked back. One of the few l'Cie to successfully complete his Focus, Alberic continues to do as instructed to this day, an effective agent of the fal'Cie who revels in his effective immortality. A brilliant if whimsical scientist, Alberic is often heedless of the moral implications or possible consequences of his myriad projects -- a methodology that led him to breaking open the Void, and coming to a horrible realization about the nature of the universe and mankind's role in it. Alberic currently pursues his new Focus with a frightening fanaticism, and turns his modular weapon system "Damocles" and arsenal of both holy and ruinous magic against anything that tries to stop him.

== Skills ==
Tattoo Timebomb, Science (Mad, Exclaimation Points), The Void Looked Back, What Can Change The Nature Of A Man?, Double Rainbow? What Does It Mean?, Well A Double Rainbow Is A Phenomenon Of Optics That Displays A Spectrum Of Light Due To The Sun Shining On Droplets Of Moisture In The Atmosphere. Does That Explain It?, EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL

= Miscellaneous =
== Trivia/Facts ==
* Alberic is a particularly old Sanctum l'Cie. His Cocoon Brand is typically hidden, except when he knows it will make a particularly entertaining impact.

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
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|Allies
|[[Feige Abramson]]
|-
|Amusements
|[[Souji Murasame]], [[Jihl Nabaat]]
|-
|Acquaintances
|[[Avira]], [[Maira]], [[Emi Dennou|Imi Dennou]], [[Vespa]], [[Maximilien Amadeus Renaud-Sylvianne]], [[Artyom W. Valodjn]], [[Minette Odam]], [[Helena Celba]]
|-
|Annoyances
|[[Alma Hyral]]
|-
|Adversaries
|[[Leida]]
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

A Nice Quiet Moment

2013-06-15T22:24:02Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/04/19
|Location=Traverse Town - VALKYRI HQ
|Synopsis=Just a quiet evening of tense planning. For once?
|Cast of Characters=Avira, Maira, Leida, Emi Dennou, Alberic Lux
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Twilight Town, where the sun never rises. . The VALKYRI Headquarters has been a bit on the empty side this past week, with many of the members out and about, mostly thanks to a worrisome posting by Avira earlier in the week. Fallout. A warning. Impending hell upon Traverse Town! Naturally, Avira would not take this crap lying down. She's been out and about placing subtle warnings about the pain to come and quietly suggesting that the more vulnerable townsfolk take a vacation to elsewhere in the worlds for now. These suggestions had been placed through intermediaries. People that were sympathetic to the group of mark hunters and mages. A full day of quietly spreading the word and her usual training past, Avira is once again back within the VALKYRI headquarters. Though exhausted, she has kept herself busy with not only a few books strewn out on the large table in the guild hall, but with making some dinner as well. At least one of the books upon the table is a cookbook. Earlier Avira had procured a large yellow squash of some kind which she has, honestly, never cooked before. The simplest method seemed to involve roasting the fruit in oil in the oven and seasoning it afterwards. The cooking squash has given the building a nice nutty aroma. Upon the stovetop itself, Avira carefully works to sear a New York strip steak.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' As always, Maira is drawn by the smell of cooking food. This never fails really, if she is within smelling distance of deliciousness. Maira has also been busy trying to prepare Traverse Town for the impending attack, though not all of her approaches have yielded results. Maira enters the kitchen. "Ooooh...that smells so good! Do you need any help?" she asks, walking over to either assist or get in the way. More likely get in the way. She's dressed casually in pajama pants and a tank top, pretty much a standard uniform for a girl who plans to stay in with her bff and watch movies and pain each other's nails.

:'''[[Leida]] has posed:''' Despite her general unease with venturing into heavily populated areas, Leida finds herself restless today. Her search for a place to live in Manhattan has gone poorly, mostly due to her rather unusual appearance which has made her even more shy than normal. Legion's suggestion that she claim her horns to be a cosplay costume have done well thus far to soothe over any strange looks, though they are almost immediately replaced with new strange looks. All in all, her efforts have been futile so far and she has been forced to continue making her home in the desert for the time being. The scorching heat is something that she cannot abide for very long and the brightness doesn't sit well with her ever growing shadowy nature either. Traverse Town had been her escape from that for quite a while but the arrival of Sargon and his Black Guard made those trips more and more of a hassle for someone like her. That is until she stumbled across a rather curious creature that almost made her do a double take. Travelling back from the big city one day, she encountered for the very first time, a gria. Imagine her suprise upon finding another diminuative girl with large horns just like herself. Practically tackling the woman in her desire to find out more about her, the two spent some time discussing the grias and their dragon lineage. Eventually, it dawned on Leida that she has found the perfect cover for her oddly demonic features. Eager to test this theory out, the princess was ecstatic to find out that it was indeed a good enough explanation for the guards who allowed her into town without a fuss. Leida spent much of the day wandering about, visiting the shops and generally mingling without feeling like she needed to hide for the first time in a while. The fact that she probably was overblowing the entire thing to begin with never manages to dawn on her during this time. With the day winding down and her youthful energy beginning to fail, Leida turns towards the one place that people she is acquainted with live in this town. While it is fairly rude of her to show up unannounced, she doesn't really have much options available to her at this time as the last train for the night has already left. Therefore a sharp but curt knock is given to the Valkyrie's door and she takes a step back, hands folded demurely infront of her waist as she waits for a response.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Actually yes-" Avira holds up a pair of tongs, which she was using to flip the steak in the pan. She gestures with the instrument, waving over to a table upon which greens are piled. "You can get the salads ready. Just wash the greens and toss 'em together with some carrots." she instructs, putting a finger in her mouth to suck off a tiny bit of fat splatter that had made it there during the searing. Likewise, Avira remains dressed casually, though largely in the jeans and a t-shirt look, resembling someone from Manhattan now in this manner of dress as opposed to her usual adventuring gear. The Spine has been set aside, though not so far aside that she wouldn't have to jump up and grab it-they HAVE had some unwanted intruders as of late. There is a polite-sounding knock upon the door, making Avira look up from the steak. "Hm, I-actually, Maira, can you get that? I should watch this." She looks back down at the dinner in progress. "Maybe it's Percival. Did he ask you about joining? Or did you just come to that conclusion too?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira nods, but before she can wash the greens or do anything with carrots, there is a knock at the door. "Sure! It's probably not Perci, he's in Fluorgis I think. Oh, I asked him. He hangs around so much I figured why not!" she replies, moving over to open the door, a big welcoming smile on her face. "Oh! Leida! Hello, come on in," she says, motioning the girl in without a second thought, even after a somewhat disturbing stand-off over the Darkn Knight. Eeeh.

:'''[[Leida]] has posed:''' Leida offers a smile in return though hers is more reserved and prim, her manners honed into a deadly edge through years of living at feudal court. She gives Maira a deep bow upon being invited inside and slips her shoes off once past the front door, setting them beside the wall since this home is not designed with a receptacle for such things. "Good evening, Maira-san." She gives a quick bow to Avira as well, spotting her in the distance. "And Avira-san. Forgive my rudeness for imposing upon your hospitality unannounced but I was in the area and I happened to miss the last trip back to Fluorgis." She bows again. "If it will not trouble you too much, I was hoping I might stay here for the evening."

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' A LONG TIME AGO A project is completed. A sense of closure and satisfaction settles over him. Drowsiness... He slumps over at the project table. There's a glimmer, and a familiar sensation. Despite the danger, he smiles, very slightly, and looks up as if for a god above. The long sleep overtakes him. DAYS AGO Everything starts with a touch. He feels it; he sees them. He knows he's asleep, but he can sense it all the same. Darkness gathering, approaching. The specimens and their familiar emptiness stirring... And then he was him again. The taste of the dry air was unfamiliar; the young woman in front of him even moreso, with her outlandish garb and her interestingly armed companion. Something was wrong. He exchanged a few words, tried to get his bearings. It worked, but only briefly. Everything disappeared. Sand everywhere. He rose from the dunes, took back what was his, and saw it. Visions of something new, a new purpose, one totally unlike the ones of old. Blindly, he started walking, reaching out for something that was not there. When he realized what he was doing, he was hours and miles away. NOW A second figure steps into sight behind Leida as she steps in the door. Either he was terribly quiet, or he wasn't there a moment ago. He's tall and starkly thin, with an old, dark green coat with long tails, black trousers, and what looks like a bright white-and-red hand-and-a-half sword resting vertically over his right shoulder. His hair is a mess, and he wears what looks like a crude patch over his right eye. He's smiling a small smile. It doesn't reach his eye. "Good evening," he says, looking at Maira. He's shadowed in the doorway, but she can tell he's giving her his full attention. It's almost unnerving. People don't usually focus like that. "Is there an... 'Avira' in residence?" He speaks the name like a stranger. "I'm told she can be found here, and I would be terribly distraught if my search was fruitless."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Pausing, Avira looks over her shoulder to spy who has been knocking at their door tonight. Maira's greeting says it all and Avira lets out a small surprised noise. This would be the second time that girl has showed up at their base recently-it made her wonder if Leida had bonded with somebody in her group. As Maira had also remembered, she did see Leida there when the Dark Knight showed up and made a mess. "Hello there Leida. Ah, there were a few people I had missed back then during that visit. Busy..." she trails off and turns to face the young princess. "No, no trouble at all. We've got plenty of open beds here. Are you hungry? I might have to grab another steak at this rate." Avira pauses suddenly, looking beyond Leida as a second person follows Leida like a shadow. He's much taller and the sight of him draws a slow step forward from the huntress, right in the direction where she's put her weapon. It takes her a moment, but she recognizes the man whom she had initially met as a crystal statue. "...that would be me." She offers warily before turning away to shut off the range top. "Pardon me, I don't want to overcook this." Avira fetches a plate and dumps the steak upon it, letting the drippings from the pan spread out onto the plate.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "Oh, of course Leida. Come inside. We're making dinner," she says, flashing her a kind smile. Could the two be more of opposites? Maira couldn't hide her feelings about anything. She is so open--heart on her sleeve. She'd shuffle Leida inside, only to find there was another not far behind her, unfamiliar and slightly unnerving by the intense focus of his gaze. "Oh, good evening...um....yes, there is," she replies. Avira has some friends she doesn't know yet, certainly? As Avira soon greets him herself, Maira would stand aside from the door. "Please come in then," she tells him, wondering just what is going on now. VALKYRI HQ is becoming quite the hot spot as of late, though she doubts anything will top the Dark Knight breaking in to make /tea/. The young mage goes back to what she was doing then, preparing the salad. She washes the greens then cuts up some carrot, then tosses it all in a bowl with a pair of salad tongs. "Hmm...dressing, where's the dressing..."

:'''[[Leida]] has posed:''' The arrival of the man behind her nearly makes Leida jump out of her skin. Her connection with the shadows has been growing closer by the day and their soft whispers acted like a net of extra-sensory perception, carrying tiny bits of information back to her at all times. That this man had managed to evade the detection skills she has come to rely upon is unnerving. The princess steps to the side, doing her best to look shy and timid as she always does around strangers. She offers Alberic a curt bow in her usual fashion but beyond that she clams up, allowing his business with Avira to be settled.

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' The man's smile widens slightly. He nods a little at Maira, and then turns his gaze instead to Avira. He steps in the door, brushing his hand idly across his shoulder like he was ridding himself of bits of dust. Flecks of sand actually do fall off, but only a few grains. "Ah! Good." He smiles at Maira, and then turns his one-eyed gaze to Avira in the background. He tilts his head slightly, and nods. "I would hope it was. I described you quite thoroughly -- there was certainly ample time to get a close look." He quirks a brow, then waves a hand vaguely. "Please. I understand. I apologize for interrupting a home-prepared meal; they are so hard to come by in this modern day," he says with a small sigh. The stranger turns to Leida. He double-takes at her, but doesn't appear to linger on her strange appearance; he looks her in the eye, his expression turning serious. He sighs gravely, the look on his face turning to a pitying one. "Oh, you poor thing. That must be terrible." He shakes out his left hand, slowly reaching out for her. Flickers of white light play between his fingertips, a tiny ball of intense whiteness hovering above his palm. "Please. Allow me." He lifts his hand. Maira at least will immediately recognize it as holy-aspected magic, not a curative spell. That may not be the type of cleasing power /anyone/ wants to get exposed to.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Dressing found, Maira brings it toward the table. This is the point where the mundane pleasantries end. Maira gasps as she feels the magic the stranger summons filling the room. The tone of his voice brings her a shiver. That was HOLY! Without thinking, she moves quickly forward to place herself between Leida and the stranger. "That's /Holy/!" she says, hoping maybe, just maybe, he didn't know what he was doing!?

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' They had time yet. Maybe one day they'll get an even more unusual intruder in their Guild hall. A dark knight breaking in to make tea will definitely top the list for a long time though. "Hmm, I better cook another steak." Avira mutters, turning to the small half-sized refrigerator their kitchen sports. This particular space isn't exactly well-stocked since the Guild hall was never meant to be a place that they lived in constantly-just spent nights in when they weren't on the road. "Who /are/ you anyway?" Avira asks of Alberic. "You never offered your name previously. Leida, could you do us a favor and pile the books on the table together?" The number of books arrayed on the table is pretty broad in subject. The Art of War being one of them. There's also a book on interpreting dreams and another one on magical theory. The magical theory tome appears to be from Ivalice. Maira exclaims that a holy is on the way and Avira looks up suddenly, a raw steak in her hands and concern on her face. "Uhhh-wait, what? Maira? What's going on?"

:'''[[Leida]] has posed:''' "Eh...?" Leida looks genuinely confused by the man's words. Naturally, she assumes that he is referring to her demonic appearance but this would be the first time she's heard someone refer to them out of pity instead of disgust or fear. She blushes in a mixture of embarrassment and disdain at his brazen lack of tact upon pointing such a thing out, opening her mouth to give a sharp retort. However, the words never leave her mouth, interrupted by Maira's swift intervention between the man's hand and herself. Which is probably a very good thing for her health. Even as the fire mage points out that the glowing orb is no healing spell the pale white light emenating from it washes over her body and the princess clutches her arms about herself with an ear-piercing shriek. The edges of her body begin to hiss and steam, tendrils of black smoke drifting upwards and bringing with them the foul scent of ash. Most telling of all, the shadow that Leida casts upon the floor begins to writhe and twist entirely on its own in silent agony, as if attepting pull itself free from the girl in order to escape the holy light. Leida takes several steps back, clutching herself tightly, and glares with pure hatred up at Alberic. "Y-you...! What do you think you are doing?!"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Ah, sir." A voice from behind Alberic says. "May I step inside, The Network requests permission to enter." Imi has brought herself to the entrance of VALKYRI HQ but doesn't seem to have good line of sight on what is going on with Leida, she's all smiles--in fact. She has a shopping bag across one arm and a flower in her hair--she must have been running errands! The bag appears to have various seed packets inside and doesn't appear to be especially heavy.

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' Oh Maira, you're so hopelessly optimistic. And directly in his path. His hand halts when Maira dives in the path, and he recoils as if struck, eye widening momentarily when she interposes herself between the two of them. He looks suddenly torn, eye locked on Maira instead of Leida, hand upraised as if pointing a dangerous weapon away from an innocent instead of intending to go through them. He squeezes his eye shut and shakes his head. But it's working. Without even touching her, it's /working/. He can see her vile shadow try and flee, and can smell the acrid scent rising from her. The girl between them, though, is inconvenient, but -- "No no," he murmurs under his breath, apparently speaking to himself. "No, I mustn't, I can't, but /why/ can't -- gh!" He closes his hand. The light vanishes in an instant. He untenses, slumping as if fatigued from an internal struggle. Then, he draws himself back up, opening his eye. "My name is Alberic Lux. You may call me Alberic, Lux, or Doctor, to your preference. I am attempting to complete my new Focus, given to me by my masters, as is the way of these things. I apologize to have brought my work into your home," he says, bowing his head briefly to Maira and then Avira, "but my nature demands it." Alberic steps aside almost unconsciously. He sticks out a hand and pushes the door the rest of the way open, holding it for Imi. He's looking back at Leida, apparently unconcerned by her hate and pain.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' He knew what he was doing. He was simply /insane/. Maira is not the type to give that label easily, but she's very seriously thinking it. Sure, Leida looks like a demon...she has a good deal of darkness but she wasn't hurting anyone (that Maira knew of) and her instinct was to protect a guest in the place she called home. Maira looks up at Alberic, frowning stubbornly. "I don't know anything about your...focus, but Leida is our guest," she informs him. Maira looks to the door again, blinking. Another visitor? Boy, they were popular suddenly. "Oh, hello Imi..." Then Maira looks to Leida, concerned. "Are you okay Leida...?"

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' It was...frustrating to say the least to be so unaware of the magic around her. For someone as mundane as she was, learning it to begin with was difficult enough. Still the 'senses' mages had seemed to elude her and she was unable to detect anything but the extremely large amounts of darkness and light. Maybe it was a blessing in disguise where the likes of, say, Garland was concerned. But now... She never really realized the darker nature of Leida so to see her react like this to a holy spell seems to give her the clue she needed. "You're hurting her..." Avira concludes in wonder as she stares at the dancing shadows of Leida. "Stop that." Alberic finally introduces himself in a strangely casual manner despite nearly slaying Leida seconds before. "Lux it is." Avira says dryly, preferring the shorter name. "Your focus? Which 'masters' would these be?" More wariness. Not that it's surprising, for anyone who would claim a master usually hasn't the best of attentions, at least to Avira's experience. Case in point...Angantyr. Imi arrives, breaking up the moment's tenseness. "...I'm definitely going to need a second steak." she says, putting the raw meat on the recently-vacated pan. With a quick twist of the knob, the gas fire of the stove is once again on.

:'''[[Leida]] has posed:''' Leida continues to shiver and smoulder as if merely being touched by the outer glow of the holy magic was enough to physically wound her. Putting distance between herself and Alberic seems to have significantly reduced the effects but the damage was already done and it felt like her entire body had been set on fire in that one moment. The girl's demonic eyes lock with his and she clenches her jaw in a fierce scowl, unable to think of the words to voice her hatred for his presence at this moment. "I... I am fine," she lies to Maira. Best not to show weakness though the time for that has probably already passed thanks to the surprising nature of the sudden attack. She had no time to raise any defenses and the injury he has caused her will be felt for some time. When Alberic steps aside to admit yet another visitor her eyes widen, however, and the edge of hard anger in her voice softens immediately. "I-Imi-chan...? What are you doing here...? Nngh!" Leida doubles over as another wave of intense pain hits her. Even the air touching her body seems to be unpleasant at the moment. Apparently becoming closer to the darkness has its weakpoints.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Thank you." Imi slides inside, pausing to sniff the air and then--look towards Leida with a fair air of concern which rapidly becomes considerable concern once she realizes she's in pain. She jogs on over to her and attempts to wrap an arm around her shoulders. "Oh you don't seem fine." She frets. "I had no idea you were coming here, Leida-Chan! Do you ned to lie down?" Her eyebrows furrow. "It'll be okay... just take deep breaths, mm?" Pat pat, pap pap, shoosh shoosh. She looks on over to Alberic. "Ahhh--you're not here for her, are you?" Worry worry!

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' Insane is a good word. Insane is an excellent word. The kind of person who can focus on you wholly and then begin to burn someone a heartbeat later, and before you can blink, switch focus to holding a door open is in fact the kind of person that would deserve the appellation. He doesn't see anything wrong with it, either. But he /did/ stop, though... why? Alberic closes the door behind Imi, because he was not raised in a barn. He steps away from it and casually sort of saunters into the main hall, looking around. His hands hang loosely at his side. That weapon Avira saw the other day, currently hanging over his right shoulder and now actually visible to the people he walked past, does not appear to be held there by anything. "Yes, my Focus." There is a capital letter there. He manages to put it into his speech. It's weird. "Oh, why, the fal'Cie, of course. They branded me many, many years ago, and, well, while some might call it being pressed into slavery, I prefer to think of it as a job with some very specific benefits." Lux walks over to the stove and Avira's steak. He leans over, sniffing the contents and smiling. "Excellently done," he adds. He turns around, focusing his eye back on Imi and Leida. "For her? Oh, well, not specifically -- specifically, I am here for the girl who touched me inappropriately," he says, jerking his head at Avira, "but this has been a sort of side benefit. Of course, I can't imagine why you're protecting /her/." He turns his cold eye on Leida again, his face twisting into an expression of quiet amusement. "Her sins are greater than any I've encountered in years. You clearly choose the poor option when faced with politically-dictated love and familial obligation, Leida," he chides. "All that murder, mm, that can't be weighing well on your newfound conscience, either." He tilts his head, almost birdlike. He's still smiling. "My Focus, I believe, is to purge the darkness from the hearts of man. Through this, I will save humanity, and ensure that hope and love and life may continue on. Your heart is heavy with it, little girl."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Life is just getting way too insane as of late. Maira sits down. Maira eats her dinner. She could be surrounded by maniacs, but she is going to eat her dinner. What Lux says about Leida, she processes and files away. She's not just going to believe him, some stranger (a stranger with Holy...) couldn't just waltz in and turn her against a...friend? Still, she watches Leida for a response, chewing. "Delicious," she informs Avira. Then, she coughs. "W-what? Inappropriate!?"

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Though she does seem to haver plenty of words for Lux, Avira's attention remans upon Leida. For one, she didn't know if whatever had been done was fatal. It could be on a time delay! For another, she really was concerned for the guest she actually knew a great deal more than the other. Stepping away from the stove, she makes a point of walking between the two before returning to her post. Though after listening to Lux talk further, she's not sure if she should be getting any closer to him. Especially since this man has with him the magical sworrd she saw a few other days. "Fal'Cia..." Avira murmurs, keeping her opinions on this new focus business to herself. Instead, she will watch as Lux nears her and her dinner in progress. Attention back on her meal, she grabs a fork and opens the oven to the squash, testing it by prodding the skin with the tines. The tines sink in easily and Avira shuts off the heat to the oven. "Touched inappropriately? All I did was touch you face...and honestly, I thought you were crystal." Avira blurts out, flustered by the man's choice of wording. But for Leida, she couldn't explain it. She heard that Reize had banished the demons from her. Hah, maybe not as much as he had thought?

:'''[[Leida]] has posed:''' Leida winces as the other girl's arm encircles her shoulders but fights down the urge to scream, not wanting to hurt Imi's feelings. "I... I will be alright... Imi-chan," she manages, hoping that her statement is true. She accepts the offer of being helped to lie down, though it looks more like the princess simply collapses towards the ground and barely manages to catch herself with her friend's assistance. Instead of going completely prone, however, Leida slumps into a half sitting, half laying position on her side. And then Alberic opens fire with mention of her past and the shock of hearing that he knows of such things hits her almost as hard as his holy magic. There is only a handful of people that she has told of such things. That he knows of it is more than a little disturbing. "H... h-how... how do you know of that...?" Leida's tone and expression is not angry this time but a mixture of shock and fear. Her eyes are wide, their serpentine pupils dialated to nearly normal human proportions as she stumbles over her own whispered words. "You cannot... that is... impossible..."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Well, Maira has finished eating. "I'm going to um...go...that way and...maybe sleep or something," she says. "I'll see you all--or some of you, in the morning--" Maira wanders over to her bed then, but finds something strange? She stands beside her bed for a moment, then leans down to pick up and envelope. She opens it. Moments later she is grumbling to herself and walking outside. "Nevermindgoingforawalkcallmeif--youknow!" she says, then she's gone.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' It's true, Imi thinks, shouldn't it be impossible? Has he even known Leida before now? Well, something tells her she shouldn't be too worried about that right now when Leida is in need of care and attention. She brushes Leida's hair with her fingers--takingcare to mind the horns. She's trying to be soothing. So she just asks one thing of Lux. "Are you saying all that because of what she's done or because you want to hurt her, The Network inquires." Imi frowns. She's not exactly getting a great first impression of this guy, but Imi can discuss calmly in more or less any situation. She looks on over to Maira as she heads off--and then heads the other way--"Maira...?" She blinks. But she's already gone! ANOTHER MYSTERY!?

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' Lux looks sidelong at Avira for a moment. He 'tsks' quietly, lifting a finger and ticking it back and forth. There's a brief moment's pause -- and he laughs, loud and earnest, with genuine amusement rather than something dark and sinister. He keeps going for a few long seconds, but abruptly cuts off when Imi poses a query, and when Leida actually asks the question that he fully expected her to. Alberic folds his hands in front of him. He glances to Imi, expression serious, almost grim. "Because of what she has done, of course. Darkness is an insidious, corrupting thing. Perhaps she will come to her senses and seek a peaceful resolution rather than continuing to flee and allowing it to progress further. You are..." He frowns a little at Imi, but shakes his head. No; not today. Something, though... Then, Leida. He turns back to her. Alberic stands tall. He looks down at her from practically across the room, letting her keep her own distance from him instead of encroaching on her personal space. It sure feels like he is, though; he's got a kind of presence that can be felt from even that far. It doesn't help that he is apparently a wellspring of the same kind of power that he held a bare spark of a minute ago. "Why, I read your heart," he says, seemingly astonished that she didn't figure it out first thing. "Even consumed by darkness, it can be so seen. You wear your unassuming and quiet demeanor like a suit of armor -- no," he murmurs, correcting himself, "more like... a cloak, one holding deepest shadow. You hope no one will see you beneath it, yet there you are." He smiles. "I am l'Cie, girl. The scope of my power is beyond your comprehension. It is no fault of your own -- you are simply not gifted with the eyes needed to see it."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' One SUPER FAST meal for Maira later. (Ahem.( Looking past the fal'cie at last, she gazes upon Imi and Leida and nods to the pair, then turning to look at one of the empty beds lining the back of the VALKYRI guildhall. The message is clear: put the poor besieged princess back there. In the meantime, Avira will continue speaking with Lux to figure out the 'why'. Her cheeks flush red again, though this time out of jealousy. Read Leida's heart? If only she herself could do such things. "I doubt her behavior is a mask. Leida had been in the thrall of that darkness a while ago but others have brought her to her senses." Strange, that, was this a resurgance? "I politely request that you refrain from harming Leida while in this house."

:'''[[Leida]] has posed:''' Whatever a l'Cie is, Leida has already decided that she doesn't like them. The feeling of overwhelming presence this man exudes is terrifying for reasons that she cannot explain, almost like the fear isn't her own. She feels its effects nonetheless and even Imi's gentle attempts to soothe her are not enough to keep the girl from breaking out in a cold sweat. Few people enjoy having their soul peered into, much less having it laid bare for others to see, and Leida is no exception. Infact, the nature of her darkness loathes being dragged out into the light even more than a normal person might. Secrecy and shadows are her very existence and even something as simple as the concept of being revealed is harmful to the strange demonic lifeforce that sustains her now. Leida grits her teeth and hisses up at him indignation, though it is clear that any wrath she might have is hollow at the moment. "You have no right..."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' DEMON OF SECRETS? ANGEL OF REVELATION? In Nomine refs aside, Imi continues to look very concerned. The 'how' isn't as important to her as is to try and keep her as comfortable as possible. She catches Avira's look and attempts to guide Leida that-a-way. "Hang in there... Don't worry so much, um--" She pauses though, does this dude have a point? Maybe the way of trying to deal with her issues aren't working! "W-well even if that were true, catch more flies with honey, right? Hahaha..." She laughs, fakely. "Don't worry, Leida-Chan. You can't always rely on Wizard-Eyes." Because sometimes you see things with your Wizard-Eyes that are just crazy!

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' Maira bolts. Alberic stops to wave a little. She must have had a hot date, or possibly a life-threatening circumstance. "Oh, it certainly is," Alberic says, voice genial. "She acted the part of the shy little girl when I walked in the door, but when confronted, reacts completely differently. We all have our defensive mechanisms. I certainly have mine." He smiles at Avira. It's friendly. "But she is most definitely still a thrall of that darkness, no matter what she says. I hope you will at least remember /that/." 'You have no right,' she says. Alberic turns his head back to her very, very slowly. He fixes his gaze on her, his expression twisting into something ugly and angry. He reaches up and pulls the patch from his eye, leaning forward and gesturing at his face with his free hand. Unlike what might be expected, the socket isn't mangled or anything -- he isn't even missing the eye. It is, however, a stark contrast: a mark, some sort of vertical spike with two tines like a Y is burned in pitch black on the almost gleaming white orb in place of anything else. There is something about it that makes it stand out. It is powerful. "/This/ is my /right/, girl. The divines themselves chose me to serve their will, and granted /me/ their power to do it. So please, please! /Be/ outraged! /Embrace/ your darkness, your murderous urges, the ones you so desperately try to hide! Come, attack me!" There is another flicker of light that plays across his hand. It trails up his right arm, looking like an unnaturally rapid wisp of grey-white smoke, jumping to the weapon on his back. It comes alive with power of its own, the ruinous magic that is most definitely not holy awakening something... else. Avira might recognize it from the reactor. "It would take but a /spark/ of my magic to /end/ you." And then, a pause. Alberic straightens. He clears his throat, and turns to Avira, inclining his head. "Certainly! I wouldn't dream of it. I will respect your wishes as host, of course." wait what

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' How awkward though! Were it not for this lashing out at Leida, Avira would be welcoming the l'cie's goals far more warmly. Instead, she must witness him drag what was likely secret to Leida out in the open. Likely secret because Avira watches the girls' reactions to all of this, from the 'shyness' to the sweating. But the darkness of Leida's Heart, and how strong it remained even in light of Reize's efforts to 'restore' the girl, had remained unknown to her. Lux reminds her that it's even unknown now as they stand there, Leida supported by Imi's hands. The detatched scientist in her finds this entire exchange fascinating, each word and action speaking loudly about the barers. The slow reveal of Alberic's marked eye would serve as another data point. Unable to help herself, Avira steps in closer for a better look. The frown returns as he directs Leida to attack him. Fiercely, she begins shaking her head, especially when she sees that entropic magic. Avira remembers that-oh she remembers it alright when the explosion consumed her and Vespa. It was easily the most painful experience in her life and she questions how she managed to survive that. Fortunately, her words seem to bring an end to this budding confrontation. "Thank you." she quickly follows up, before gesturing at the squash and steak before her. "That being said, I invite all of you to grab something to eat." Avira, steadfast in her prioritized sustinance! That or quite dedicated to the distraction.

:'''[[Leida]] has posed:''' The princess has little in the way of strength to resist even if she wanted to when Imi starts to pull her towards the beds that line the far wall. In her current state some rest is probably what she needs but doing so with the person who injured her still within sight makes the whole relaxing part kind of challenging. "I am... myself..." Leida growls back at him once she has made it to the comfort of the beds, though she refuses to lie down immediately, instead taking a seat on the edge of the soft mattress and fixing Alberic with another of her sharp glares. Her defiance melts into fear once again when he seems to lose his temper and the girl hunkers down to avoid his accusations. The mark on his eye is noted and for a split moment she stares at it with quiet intrigue. However, his display of power causes her to shrink further and she turns away to hide behind Imi as she once did so often when she was more shy and new to this world. Fortunately it seems like the odd man was quite willing to obey a few rules of decency even while blatantly laughing in the face of others. This only serves to further annoy Leida as it makes his actions seem all the more spitefully to her directly. "I am... no longer hungry..."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Imi sets Leida down to rest, brushing some hair affectionately out of her eyes to make sure she's relatively comfortable. "There you go--" She murmurs--she'd start grumping at Lux but it seems like Avira has it handled, more or less. You go Avira! You .... get him to politely acquiesce to your demands! She hmphs triumphantly.

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' Despite all of it, Lux is the kind of person to respect the laws of hospitality, even while he's pretty clearly egging on the largest source of darkness in the vicinity. All Avira had to really do was ask. He casts a baleful gaze at Leida for just an instant, and then promptly ignores her completely. It might be better than continuing to air her dirty laundry. The mark is a strange one. It looks like the bottom is a spaded point that narrows and widens and narrows again as it rises, and then splits into two and then four narrow, close-together lines. They move up, widen as if into a V, and then sharply come inward, only to widen again like a smaller version of the sort of spade pattern it follows. The top looks like it has sort of squished antennae and short, upswept 'wings' on either side. It is certainly not anything any of them have ever seen before. Alberic himself walks on over to the squash and steak, helps himself to a plate and a small portion of both, and moves to seat himself at the big table. He murmurs, "Damocles," as he sits, and the weapon on his back floats off to the side of the chair, hovering in mid-air. "Thank you. I would like to apologize if I offended you or your friend the other day," he says, looking up at Avira. "Reawakening can be a disorienting event, especially in the middle of a catastrophic meltdown." He briefly considered pulling chairs out, but decided that it might be too much of a mind-screw, given everything else that has happened. He can be overwhelmingly polite later. It'll be great!

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' This was more than enough of a mind-screw. A look of sadness falls upon her face when Leida decides she will not be joining them due to the previous sincident. With a sigh, she lowers her hands and looks away from the girl, her own thoughts sdiftig back to the darkness inside her. Maybe she ought to check them one day. Lux continues to earn a weary eye, albiet a curious one as he continues to do curious things-such as summon his weapon. Avira watches this a little too closely, as fi stumbling. The spread of food is simple: roasted squash, seared steak, salad. Luckily for everyone, the steak is cooked fine and is not too hard.

:'''[[Leida]] has posed:''' Again Leida doesn't put up a struggle when Imi tries to calm her down, this time allowing herself to be laid back into the bed. She exhales softly and closes her eyes, a final tendril of acrid smoke trailing from her lips as she does so. "Thank you, Imi-chan." Despite her reservations against letting her guard down while Alberic is still around, his apparent respect for Avira's request combined with the exhaustion of the day allows her to circumvent these issues in favor of getting some rest. She doesn't allow herself to drift off completely, however. Even without much conscious effort she can feel the shadows in the room and they provide watchful eyes where her own sight is blind.

Horrible Teenage Awkwardness

2013-06-11T07:25:41Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/06/06
|Location=Cosmo Canyon
|Synopsis=Subtlety is for other people.
|Cast of Characters=Kyra Hyral, Kamon Lionward
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Kamon is out looking for stuff. Part of the stuff he's looking for is synthesis components; part of the stuff he's looking for is clues to world shards or these 'Keyblade' things. He decided that inviting Kyra to come along would be a good plan, because Kyra's always helpful. Certainly not for any other particular reason, no-sir-ee-bob. It's the middle of the night in Cosmo Canyon. There aren't really many people around right now; ever since the worlds collided, travellers have been a bit less inclined to come into the canyon. Kamon leads the way across the rocky path into the canyon, one thumb hooked on a strap to his backpack, the other hand using the adamantite-headed spear (and former mop) as a walking stick. He stops at a ledge overlooking the Cosmo Candle, with a clear view of the night sky and of the village below. "Woah." He sounds genuinely impressed. There's a BGM, too: http://youtu.be/b5Gvpzn9rNc

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' No ulterior motives AT ALL. Kyra was all too happy to come along on Kamon's trip. Their respective skillsets made them a pretty solid team, even without two other people. Such team-ups no doubt occured in the past and were no doubt inevitable now. Kyra, after all, still had not become entirely comfortable with travelling alone. Expecting a rugged trip, Kyra has left most of her electronics at her apartment in Archades, with the exception of her Ma Belle. Slung over her shoulder, crossing her chest, is her thick and durable messenger bag, no doubt stuffed to the brim with useful travelling supplies (or explosives). She too has procured a walking stick-but it's little more than that: a stick she plucked off the ground a while back. When the area seemed sketchy, Kyra walked behind Kamon. When it seemed safer, she was content with walking alongside him, putting her where she is now. She stands next to him upon the ledge and looks outward, taking in the view, her eyes growing distant. "It's nice. I've never seen anything like this before."

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Kamon's ulterior motives are his own. Though, technically, right now, they're not necessarily /his/ ulterior motives. He's just been embroiled in the plan of a... teenage... girl...? Sometimes, Kamon wonders about his life and where it is leading. "Kind of reminds me of home," Kamon says. His voice is hushed; awe has crept into his tone. "Though... usually the view was only good at really, um, specific times of day..." Kamon shrugs, trailing off. He glances to the side at Kyra, his gaze lingering for a few seconds. He seems thoughtful. He also looks straight ahead again as soon as he thinks she's noticed. "Uh, thanks for coming with me, Kyra," he adds, starting along the cliffside. He's a couple strides from the edge, cognizant of his own weight and the possibility of things crumbling. "It's kind of nice to have company out here." There's a difference between teaming up for dungeon delves and disappearing into the wilds together.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Alma was quite a meddling little sister. She only slightly suspects that Alma had a hand in today's outing since it isn't all that unusual for someone gifted in the combat arts like Kamon to request a healer to come along. Not that Kyra was the most effective of healers. "Really?" Kyra says, mentally overlaying what pictures she's seen of the Iron Desolation before. All managed to make it look bleak and inhospitible-yet life persisted. "Due to the monsters?" Kyra guesses as she stares out over the canyon. It's almost as if she has the supernatural ability to tell if eyes are upon her because Kamon doesn't get to look for very long before she seems to notice. She turns to look at him, catching the tail end of his head movements. Her heart flutters. "It's no problem." Kyra says with the slightest hint of sheepishness. Her free hand reaches up to grasp the shoulder strap to her messenger bag, tugging at it restlessly. "It'd get kind of...lonely out here alone." And maybe dangerous, she doesn't mention, because she's sure Kamon can easily handle anything in this area. Kyra, on the other hand... She walks alongside him, keeping to the side that puts her farthest from the cliff edge should there be the chance. Considerably lighter in weight, Kyra could easily walk on the other without risking a collapsing cliff, but chooses not to.

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Kamon has been kind of uncomfortable with this entire outing /because/ of Kyra's meddlesome little sister. He's not sure if Alma's given him the nudge he was looking for, or if he's playing her game by doing this whole thing, or... what. It's driving him crazy. He's managed to keep it off his face, though. Nothing seems particularly off. "Well, uh, sometimes, but mostly 'cuz of how the landscape worked. There were these flat stone shelves with veins of metal ringed through it like rings on a tree trunk," Kamon says, gesturing with one hand and smiling widely at the memory, "and in the morning, the sun would hit it /just/ right, and it'd all just... just light up. It'd sparkle for half an hour before it moved so it was just, uh... a blinding glare again." He frowns for a second. "Kinda ruins the image, that last part..." He shrugs and keeps on walking. They're actually getting higher up, with a greater view of the canyon itself. Kamon wants to check out the interior, but scouting the perimeter just feels like the correct course of action to him. "Yeah, sometimes. But with you, I -- um, yeah, I mean, company's good," he mumbles. Kamon lapses into a kind of awkward silence for a moment more. "...Hey Kyra," Kamon says slowly. "Could I... um, ask you something weird?"

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Ironically, just slightly earlier Alma had asked for /her/ advice on the matter of determining a date or not! Hah! But do unto others and Kyra portioned out some advice for the younger Hyral that would hopefully make people feel less awkward in the future. "So...nothing like I had imagined." Kyra laughs quietly, sneaking a glance at the fighter. "That sounds like it would be beautiful to look at." Nature was a foreign world to those of Ramuha. The ground crunches loudly beneath Kyra's feet while they walk, the sound seeming especially loud during those stretches of awkward silence. There is none more pointed than the period after Kamon seems to start to admit something, but seems to change to something else mid-sentence. To the likes of Kyra, she sees it, though at the same time she struggles to keep her own focus non-obvious. She's almost about to push on that moment but instead decides to follow her own device. "Well sure." she jokes, slowing to a stop. "I might not answer if it's too weird though."

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Kamon feels a sense of meta-vindication at Alma going to Kyra for relationship advice. In truth, nature is kind of a foreign thing to Odynar, too. The Iron Desolation is nearly all covered in metal, but manifests in different ways. Sometimes you get something like what plants must look like on other continents. It's amazing the Odynar survived at all, given the state of that place. You can find beauty in almost anything if you look hard enough, though. Kamon stops about when Kyra does. He rubs at the back of his neck uncomfortably, debating what to say. In his head, he goes, 'So if a close friend or relative of a similarly close friend asked you to keep a secret about your mutual acquaintance but then asked you to do something based on said secret but you were going to do it anyway under different conditions, would you then not do it because you might have had your opinions colored by the former close friend or relative of the latter, or would you do it anyway?' What he /actually/ says is, "Kyra, do you like me?" Kamon's free hand immediately finds its way to his face, fingers over his eyes and palm just above his nose. Oh, Gods above.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Maybe she'll even joke about it later. Kyra feels like beringing up what Alma's up to right now will bring down the whole outing. For once, she wanted to get away from talking about Alma or a while. As they have stopped, it quickly becomes a struggle to not turn and look at him. She keeps her gaze out, over the ledge, and at the more inhabited parts of Cosmo Canyon. Anything to hide her nervousness right now. But when he finally asks that question, phrased in such an innocent manner, she turns to look back at him, putting her back to the edge of the cliff. Her skin has become a deep red which is especially noticable in contrast with her naturally pale Ramuha skin. "Y-yeah, yeah I do, Kamon." She says softly, almost as if she were afraid someone was listening in to hear them. Right away, she sees him covering his face and realizes that, wow, he might be as flustered about this as she is! While it was easy to blame Alma for this awkwardness, her own feelings are no doubt at fault for her reaction. Slowly, she steps forward and lifts her free hand, gently putting her hand over that on his face. "Do you like me?"

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Kamon cannot help but wonder where Alma gets all the time to meddle. It's like she's up in everyone else's business and then can't keep track of her own. Small wonder. However, right now, he's moe thinking, 'oh gods, oh gods, I'm an idiot, why did I say that, that was stupid of me,' and trying his best not to look at her while doing so. There has /got/ to be a way to save this from being /incredibly/ awkward. Maybe he can pass it off as something else. Quick, what starts with 'me' that he could be bringing up in casual conversation?! Metal? Meat? Melee? M -- -- oh, hey. That was not really what he was expecting. Hoping for? Oh, yes, definitely. Expecting? Wellll... no. He feels her hand on his, and he flushes a dark red from that touch alone. He dearly wants to keep his hand there, in part because he's afraid that this is some kind of elaborate trick he walked into, and in part because the slightest touch is a lovely thing. But, no. That isn't right. Kamon slowly lowers his hand, not looking at Kyra. He's looking off into the canyon. It's a defense mechanism. He clears his throat, then does it again, and finally turns his gaze to her face. She looks about how he feels. He can't help but smile at the absurdity. Why's he worrying? He shouldn't worry. "Um, I --" There's a brief pause; tiny, really. "Gods, of /course/ I do," he finally exhales. His voice drops to an embarassed mutter. "I must've had a crush on you all year, I was just --" A complete coward. "Sorry, this is -- I mean --" He's trying to find an excuse and keeps having to stop himself. He's trembling, a little. The invincible-Odynar-warrior thing is totally ruined by it.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Kamon will feel the slightest bit of pressure from Kyra upon his raised hand. She is trying, gently, to guide his hand away from his eyes. She wanted to look Kamon in the face, as if to somehow verify that this conversation really was happening. The expression on Kyra's face seems to be a mix of terror and excitement. It actually wasn't a hard thing for Kyra to admit that-though maybe she had done so hastily. Once her follow-up question leaves her, she immediately feels even a little bit more embarassed. What if she sounded desperate? Guys didn't like desperate! He drops his hand and Kyra keeps her fingers latched onto his. Despite him not looking at her right away, Kyra is definitely looking at him and he will find green eyes peering up at him when he finally does. The teenager struggles to not suddenly squeal 'eeeee'. The scientist within her marvels at how vulnerable Kamon looks right now-a stark contrast to how she usually finds the Odynar fighter. He keeps trying to excuse himself and amongst all of his staring and stopping, Kyra's hand drops away from his and instead places a single finger against his lips. "Better late than never." she's quick to say.

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Kamon lets Kyra guide his hand. He's not sure he trusts his own hand. If he did, it probably wouldn't've gotten him into this mess. (Or maybe that's his mouth.) Though... Kyra looks about as nervous/frightened as he feels, and perhaps more excited. Kamon's heart is pounding like /crazy/, wanting to leap out of his chest. It's making him feel a little light-headed. He's not sure if he likes it or is just made more nervous by it. This hasn't gone terribly, though; he keeps wanting to open his mouth and apologize, though, and -- and -- Kyra puts a finger against his lips. He clams up, blinking in apparent surprise. 'Better late than never,' she says. Better late than -- okay. He takes a second to process that. His eyes widen for a second. Apparently, he's a little bit slow when he's kind of admitting one of those secret things he's kept locked away for fear of terrible, terrible rejection. "--" He doesn't really 'say' anything. He exhales a little, visibly untensing slightly. He's just... silent. It's entirely possible because he figures if Kyra removes her finger, he'll start babbling incoherently again, and ruin whatever affection she might actually feel for him because she would realize he's kind of an idiot. Well, he thinks he's kind of an idiot. Definitely, /definitely/ better late than never, Kamon thinks.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Perfect, he got the 'memo.' Kyra was not so physically gifted so in a real pulling contest, he would win, hands down. If Kyra had been shaking, she had stopped when she made contact with Kamon. The contact seems to have a calming effect against the white mage. No. No apologizing tonight! She did not want Kamon to feed that small piece of her that was resentful of him not saying this earlier. Dwell on the past? Not tonight. Perhaps unfortunately for Kamon, she does remove her finger, if only so she can step much, much closer to him and wrap her arms around the small of his back. "I dunno how long I've felt that way about you." Kyra says softly, "Buuuut I do know it's been a while."

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Kamon has more or less stopped now, too. It's a wonder what having the cute girl you've had a huge crush on in close proximity will do to you. It's a good thing they're not on a different part of the world entirely, where crazily-proportioned animal-people live; their eyes may have been replaced by hearts already. But right now, Kamon's eyes are mostly too occupied to be hearts. He's looking down at Kyra, blinking for a second when she gets much closer to him. He finds himself enjoying the view (and Cosmo Canyon is nice, too), and has noticed that his hands have moved themselves around to Kyra's back at some point in the last minute or so, holding her against him. "I'm --" Not sorry. He smiles, leaning down a little. "-- glad. That we don't have to, um... dance around it, anymore. I thought, maybe you weren't interested. But... I'm glad I was wrong."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' On certain worlds, little heart-bubbles would no doubt be dancing around their heads right now. Here, Kamon will have to settle for the shy look upon Kyra's face as she peers up at the Odynar fighter she's admired for the few years she has been at Alexander Academy. One of the hands moves around from Kamon's back, snaking up and over Kamon's own arm. It lifts and pushes the hood back from the moogle-styled hoodie she frequently wears, letting her hair flop free-an even better view, no doubt. The multiple piercings in her ears glisten faintly in the light of the Cosmo Candle. She reddens a little bit more. "W..well maybe my signals weren't strong enough...I'm pretty deficient in the art of flirting." Hilariously inept was more like it-or rather, a little stung after it horrendously backfiring on her once. Her hand drops to wrap around him once more. "So..um.." Awkward. AWKWARD! SAY SOMETHING!!! "...now what?"

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Honestly, shy-Kyra is still cute-Kyra. Basically any-Kyra is cute-Kyra, as far as Kamon is concerned. Hoodless-Kyra especially. Although, the little moogle-bobber thing is actualy kind of adorable, even if the whole outfit kind of evokes the 'white mage without a cause' sort of image... Kamon actually laughs at that. Flirting? Either of them? Nah, never. There might be a reason that the whole 'awkward roundabout confession' thing just kind of worked out, and that reason could very well be that anything more subtle would go completely over their heads. "I'm, uh, pretty bad at picking up on it." Willfully ignorant, actually. He had a similar problem with getting burned by it in the past. Kyra poses a question. Kind of a problem, really. Kamon isn't sure, himself. "Uh..." The sensible answer is probably something like spending an evening in Cosmo Canyon enjoying one anothers' company. The thought crosses his mind, but he assumes that's too picturesque to actually work out here. Kamon's kind of in the same awkward place Kyra is, in the planning regard. He has an expression of deep thought on his face for a long moment. It seems like risk-taking when they were /positive/ it was the wrong decision is how both of them managed to get /this/ far... maybe he should stop listening to the sensible part of his brain, and start just doing the first thing that strikes him as /right/. Kamon holds Kyra close, leans down, and promptly kisses her on the lips.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' His laughter brings a flush of embarassment to Kyra since, at first, she has no idea why exactly he's laughing about it. Then he reveals that unless she had flirted with the subtlety of a sledgehammer (or perhaps the subtlety of a Helena), Kamon likely wouldn't have picked up on it to begin with. A bit of a relief, actually, because there's nothing more frustrating than sending the signal and having it ignored. It helps not to focus on the awkwardness that might have been. There's plenty of time for awkwardness right now. Kyra could think of a thing or two to do. Had she any interest in tradition, she might detail the formal Hyral courting process. But there was no need to share it since Kyra had discarded her family's rules long ago. Her mind instead races to consider the option that would be most offensive to her not-present family. She doesn't get a chance to make a suggestion and that's okay. Because Kamon is kissing her and everything is alright in the world. As he does so, Kyra's hands move up so the can loop around the back of his neck.

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Kamon has basically decided that subtlety is a thing for other people. At this point, all that it's managed to do is make them dance around the subject, have awkward pauses, and embarassedly glance away from one another when they think that the other is looking. Kyra is bad at flirting to the point that her skill is more or less nonexistant; Kamon is bad at spotting signals to the point where even if she was, it wouldn't work. So instead, yes. He's kissing her. He's just holding her, and kissing her, and... and... ...and that's about it, really. It doesn't get any simpler than that. Or, maybe, any more perfect. Eventually -- and it's a long kind of eventually -- Kamon seperates from Kyra, though the distance must be fractions of an inch. He catches the breath he hadn't realized he was out of. He just looks at her, his expression a smile that's got just a hint of astonishment, as if to say, 'did we really just do that?' which is immediately followed by his subconscious going, 'yes, and we should do it again.' "...how about that?" Kamon asks. She /did/ ask 'now what'...

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' There is no subtle in SCIENCE!! Having never really gone through the motions of pursuing a realtionship-moreso, baring witness to the song and dance amongst her siblings and peers, being able to bypass it all completely was nonetheless rather refreshing! Though these specific thoughts will hit later, her mind instead being pretty consumed by this experience. Right now didn't need anymore complications. She too draws a breath, only now realizing how much she was holding in. Her arms remain resting around his neck and a tiny, coy smile is upon her face. Yes. That just happened. "Perfect." she breathes. "Let's do it again." No sooner than she's said that, she inclines herself upward onto her toes to return the favor.

:'''[[Kamon Lionward]] has posed:''' Kamon's family is kind of stuffy and official too, though admittedly, Odynar tend to handle relationships in a more fast and loose manner /or/ in a trial by combat manner. The Lionwards, historically, function somewhere inbetween. If one of their kids is interested in someone who happens to be a combatant and an older member of the family hears about it, they go all gung-ho for the latter. If they aren't, then there's usually really awkward conversation thats only ever entertaining for the parents asking the embarassing questions. This, Kamon thinks, is way, /way/ better. Kamon starts to say 'okay' and gets cut off about about 'o' by soft lips and a coy smile. He holds her at about the waist, somewhat unconsciously pulling the shorter girl upwards to make this that much easier. He very quickly loses track of time, and general thought that isn't '<3', once again. By the time he realizes that time has actually passed, he's also lost his ability to care. It could take a while before hormones let them actually speak to one another again. Or, you know, until they actually feel like that's a superior course of action.

Isaac Hanlon

2013-06-11T06:56:22Z

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{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Isaac
|lastname=Hanlon
|age=24
|image=Isaac bestimg.png
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|weight=190 lbs.
|series=Original Character
|styles=DJ Hero
|hometown=Manhattan(?)
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Radio Free Magi
|themesong=No More Kings -- King of Rock / Sucka MCs
|quote="'Impossible' is just a word people use to feel better about giving up."
|footer=Had an arm removed, currently bedridden.
}}
== Profile ==
Isaac Hanlon is a young man who has seen far too much for the time hes lived. While claiming to be from the isle of Manhattan like many others in the Twilight Detective Agency, Isaac is truthfully from a world that no longer exists, one of the few who survived when Armageddon came. A practitioner of magic of exceptional skill and perhaps curious power, Isaac wanders worlds looking for a solution to the menace that is the Heartless, seeking to prevent further catastrophes like the one that took his home from him. Isaac is good-hearted, quick-witted and possesses a magnetic personality, and he employs this as his persona of "DJ Zero," a voice that takes to the radio waves of innumerable worlds when midnight rings to dispense pointed wisdom, ancient lore, and excellent tunes.

== Skills ==
''You're On The Air, The Truth Is Out There, Just Click Here And Find Out, Something Something Indistinguishable From Magic, My Name Is Isaac Hanlon; Conjure With It At Your Own Peril, DJ Professor Z, Mythbuster, I'm A PC, I'm A Mac, And I'm A Friggin' Wizard, Blinded By The Light, Badass Longcoat, And I Shall Fear No Evil -- For I Have An App For That, Zeroth Percentile, Genre Savvy, Venture A Little Way Past, Nothing Is Impossible, Video Can't Kill The Radio Mage, I Didn't Ask For This; It Just Came With The Job, ...For They Are Subtle And Quick To Anger
''

== Trivia/Facts ==
* Very few people are aware that DJ Zero is Isaac and vice versa. Isaac prefers it this way.
* Isaac took home the gold medal for the Contest of Strength during the Hades Cup and then won the whole tournament, thus proving that INT beats STR any day.
* [[Garland]] hewed off Isaac's right arm with a blade made of Isaac's worst nightmare. He has thus earned his place on Isaac's shit list.

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
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|Friendship
|[[Emi Dennou]]
|-
|Trust
|[[Mercade Alexander]], [[Will Sherman]], [[Avira]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Deelel]], [[Tom Magnusson]], [[Deidra]], [[Maximilien]], [[Percival]], [[Faruja Senra]], [[Maira]], [[David Xanatos]], Merlin (and Archimedes)
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Quistis Trepe]], [[Morrighan Alazne]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Jack Sparrow]], [[Skoll Ulfang]], [[Hades]], Feige Abramson
|-
|Distrust
|[[Evja]], [[Celina Duvalis]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[Garland]], Alexander Hall???
|-
|}

== Random Quotes ==
=== Something About Killing Fathers, Maybe ===
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Did you just raise the dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "I did in fact just raise the dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Will Sherman says, "...Scary." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "So how long until you cure cancer and solve world hunger?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet for a few moments and then, "You violated causality, raised the dead, made a deal with the lord of the underworld, and spat on what is typically deemed the natural order--because it seemed like the right thing to do?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Was it chocolate-coated?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah, but it takes fifteen minutes for full potency, which is why Legion is taking her time." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon addresses Legion directly. He does the radio equivalent of staring her straight in the face, because radio mage. 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yes. Precisely." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "She seemed a lot more than mostly dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Wait what?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Who was dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet again for a while. and then, "Isaac..." Another pause. "You are a very frightening individual." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Frighteningly /awesome/." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah. Sometimes I get that way." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Mark it well." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "This is not something we can ever repay. Nor can we ever properly thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "But thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You're welcome." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon asides in a more casual tone of voice, "She didn't even have any pockets for loose change." 

=== QFT ===
"EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL!" She yells before darting out the door, throwing an array of smokebombs to cover her escape. DAMMIT! RECCURING VILLAIN!?!?!?!

=== Priorities ===
<Comm: A - Heralds> Alberic Lux drinks loudly from a straw. 
<Comm: A - Heralds> Feige Abramson says, "Big Gulp?" 
<Comm: A - Heralds> Alberic Lux says, "This may be the finest invention since the portable death ray." 
<Comm: A - Heralds> Feige Abramson says, "I think it is telling that your world invented the Big Gulp after the portable death ray." 

== Soundtrack ==
1. The Living End -- [http://youtu.be/QYhDUBMeBv4 End of the World] 
2. No More Kings -- [http://youtu.be/_45Rt5HMd-4 King of Rock / Sucka MCs] 
3. Merry Melodies -- [http://youtu.be/3Oe7Q8OCm5I Behold The Wizard] 
4. Chameleon Circuit -- [http://youtu.be/G9ydSMj0Hk8 Still Not Ginger] 

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

The Sun Will Come Out

2013-06-11T06:54:14Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/06/10
|Location=Bodhum Beach
|Synopsis=Tomorrow is always a day away.
|Cast of Characters=Maira, Isaac Hanlon
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Bodhum used to be a resort town! Now it's kind of a gem of modern technology and eternal night. They don't get quite as much business since you can't soak up some rays on the beach, but that doesn't mean /nobody/ comes down here... Take Isaac, for instance. He's been cooped up in Cloud Nine for weeks. Well, when he isn't going back and forth to Manhattan for some reason or another in the middle of the night -- 'work,' he'd say, and then not explain anything else. Today, though, he just up and took off. He left a message at the bar on the way out, so if someone needed to find him, they'd know how. He seemed restless. This isn't terribly surprising, all things considered. Isaac is alone on the beach. He's sitting cross-legged on top of a white towel in dark-colored swim trunks and basically nothing else. Against his right shoulder is a metallic cap over the spot where his arm was removed, flat and polished, and attached to a short, curving plate to continues onto his shoulder. He's got a laptop propped up in front of him, and he's tapping away at it one-handed. Keys on the opposite side of the keyboard seem to be depressing themselves. He keeps getting weird looks from passer-bys. While he /is/ a pretty good-looking guy, it's almost certainly a combination of the other stuff that draws the odd stare. Anyone else on the beach is keeping their distance, probably from a general feeling of energy in the air incorrectly interpreted as a sign of bad things to come.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira has also made her way to the beach tonight, for her own reasons. This was where she had first met Leon as the Dark Knight. Leon, who was now the Dark Knight again. Because she had failed...failed to give his heart enough to live for. Oblivion had been preferable to the constant struggle. She had to find a solution. A real solution. Then there was everything with Uist. Everything with Palamecia. With Arcadia and Angantyr, with Garland ...everything is basicalled <GOOSEHONK>ed. Maira has been strolling the beach for hours now, making her way toward where Isaac was sitting now. Her feet are bare and covered with sand below a light blue sundress. She probably shouldn't be here alone, but really, does she need to be watched at all times? That's going to be maddening. She needed a little time to herself to think. Spotting Isaac though, she resolves to be social again. Indeed, he's someone she'd very much like to talk to. She starts over toward him, taking a seat beside him in the sand, watching his computer with wide eyes. How did he type on the other side...? What did he do to his arm. "...whoa, that's new..." she says. "Hey, Isaac."

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac doesn't react when Maira comes up and sits down next to him. He keeps staring intently at the screen, sweat beading on his brow as if in intense concentration. He's inputting data at a feverish pace, a constant stream of something like some manner of code scrolling his screen. Maira might catch a couple odd words here and there if she's familiar with Ivalicean magic at all; otherwise, it looks like so much gibberish. It's five or ten seconds before he glances to the side and spots Maira. He looks back to the screen and finishes off a line, and then reaches up and pulls little black things out of his ears. The sound of loud guitar come from them -- well, it'd be loud if it were that close to an ear, anyway -- until he hits a button at the top of his keyboard and abruptly mutes it. "Hey Maira." He smiles at her. It even seems genuine. "What's up?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira watches him for a while, observing his intensity with a furrowed brow. She leans in a little to listen to the sound of loud guitar over his earbuds. She is intrigued. Maira likes this kind of music. When he greets her, her smile is dimmed a great deal, weighed down by various concerns--mostly her own idiocy. "Hey....Uh....nothing at the moment. Basically <goosehonk>ing up my life. Otherwise..." shrug. "How are you? What's with that?" she says, indicating the metal plat on his shoulder.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac reads a few things from a few things in a short span of time. His immediate instinct is to express concern and offer comfort. He wonders precisely how many people have done the same thing for her in recent days, and if it would even help. Isaac has been a little more reluctant to offer a shoulder recently for fear of someone getting mad that he might be pitying them. Maybe it's just his general shakiness, after... everything. He shakes his head for a second. It's a quick gesture, as if to clear it. Focus. "Sorry to hear that." There's a half-moment pause. He's frowning a little. "You want to talk about it? I'm pretty much high king of understanding when it comes to lives going directly into the crapper by your own hand." Isaac smiles slightly, lifting his right shoulder a little. He reaches out and taps a couple keys on the keyboard. A different song queues up. BGM CHANGE: http://youtu.be/OiTKWfIC29E "The start of a solution," Isaac replies, glancing to his right. He adds another couple lines to the thing on-screen with that weird one-and-an-invisible-hand typing method. "Nothing yet. Just a cool-looking thing."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira shrugs some, smiling at Isaac's self-depricating comment. "I guess I could tell you about it and you can add your voice to the chorus. I just have been...I haven't been in a good place lately, I guess. Everything seems to be going wrong. You know that thing we talked about before? Yeah...Palamecia. I was born there, not Midgar, though that's where my mother was from. I also learned the ghost who has been my companion since I was six is actually my father--yes yes apparently I need to see some movie called Ghost Dad--this would be a happy thing to learn except that now that he remembers, he can't be around me because he draws too much energy from me, trying to make himself solid again. I don't know what to do--how to sever the connection we have. I know in my heart that is what we'll have to do...but it terrifies me. He was my only friends for so long..." she sighs, wrapping her arms around herself as she looks out at the ocean. "In Palamecia, I argued with a woman named Rena, Uist lost his temper and smacked her, and she challenged me to a duel to the death. I apparently missed that she was...being...I don't know. Jesting, at least some? She'd kill me if we fought, that I knew. Said I could name a champion...but I didn't want to see any of my friends get hurt for me," she continues. "So, an absolute mess, I thought, haha, I could name Garland. He wouldn't show up. He wants to kill me too. Maybe they'd just...take care of each other. ...Really stupid, right?" "Obviously I didn't do that. Perci insisted on being 'my champion'. Turns out....they played /checkers/." Maira lowers her head, tucking her chin to her chest. "I feel like /such/ and idiot. Everyone thinks I'm an idiot, and their probably right. Angantyr is probably pissed at me, probably ruined our relationship right at the beginning." "So....yeah. There's that," she finishes, taking a deep breath.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac listens. He keeps typing, but he listens. His face is kept carefully neutral -- well, neutral save for a slight frown at the entire sequence of events, anyway. He puts a few pieces together, and makes a few mental notes, but he doesn't do anything at all to interrupt her explaination. He wants the entire story before he does anything, offers any advice, or, indeed, says a damn word. Isaac lets her breathe for a moment. He nods, just once, very slowly, and reaches out to tap a button. The music fades away. He shifts a little on his towel, turning to Maira. He feels a keen sense of deja vu. Did he sound like this a few weeks ago? "I don't think you're an idiot," he finally says. "But... I don't plan to 'add to the chorus,' either. I'm not going to say something if you don't want to listen," he continues, his voice gentle. "I'll understand if you don't. I know I didn't, any of the times things've gone bad on my end." Isaac is usually seen as the Man with the Plan. Sometimes he has to assure people that, yes, he is in fact human, and he has definitely had failings in the past. The assumption that he's never made bad decisions has made things more difficult before. Not that Maira can honestly say she hasn't seem him make a /terrible decision/ before. "If all you want is someone to vent to who knows what you're going through, well, here I am. I've even still got one good hugging arm," he says, a touch of humor in his voice. "But I'm not arrogant enough to think that one more voice is going to make a difference if you don't want it to."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira turns toward him as well, her expression open, as it generally is. She wears her heart on her sleeve and can't seem to hide a single feeling she experiences. "No, I'm not going to just complain to you....I want to know how you think I can make things better. I know I messed up because I couldn't think straight. I don't want things to be like this. I want to do the right thing. I at least like to think I listen to my friends, and you're a smart guy Isaac," she replies, resting her hands on her knees. Isaac's terrible decision was at least a brave one. Perhaps, if she hadn't been such a mess over Angan...what, she could have stopped Garland from ripping him arm off like a careless child with a rag doll? "So...so tell me."

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac nods. He taps enter on the keyboard. The word 'COMPILING...' appears on the screen, with several progress bars beneath it. Then, he turns back to Maira, putting his hand on his lap as if he was intending to fold his hands on one another. He suppresses a wince. Muscle memory. "Okay. Well, first of all -- I'm sorry. I know what it's like to lose family, and I would never want to suggest you go through it again now that you've got even a little bit of one back. It --" He takes a breath. "It isn't fun. /But/, if I can help sever this connection you've got and maybe keep him around..." He shrugs, frowning. "I'll try to think of something." "Second, as far as awful plans go, that's probably not the worst -- I get the feeling Garland would be amused by the prospect of fighting someone to the death for you, but he'd want to take his pound of flesh in payment for it." Isaac has played people against one another before. Not the first time, not the last time. "Sounds like this Rena has a sick sense of humor, so don't worry about that. Percival's kind of got a shining armor complex going on like his namesake; don't blame yourself for him jumping in the middle of things. I know, if you'd realized it was a joke, he wouldn't have to get in the middle, but it wounds like you didn't know that Rena was messing around, which is on /her/, not you." "And thirdly," Isaac says, turning away from her to reach for his laptop, "you should smile more." He taps a couple of keys, checking on the status of whatever it is he's doing.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira listens, not saying anything while Isaac lays it out for her. The feelings flash across her mien, her expression changing to show that she is listening, and giving his words the proper gravitas. When he comes to the end, she laughs lightly, and does indeed smile. "You say that like it would be a magic cure for everything. Like I could just smile and everything will be alright," she replies. She does lean over to hug him though, with both arms, not shying away from the missing arm. "Thank you though. You're a good friend." Maira sits back then, sighing. "I feel like it would be selfish of me to keep Uist around, just because I need him. He's a ghost. Spirits are suppose to move on...he stayed to take care of me. He saved me somehow, when I was going to die. I was six. I feel like...he should be at peace," she replies quietly. Thinking of Perci, she nods, smiling warmly. "Yes...but its who he is, and I appreciate it...I just...don't want him to get hurt. He's one of my best friends," she says, looking down. "I think I've hurt him enough." "I will try to make nice with Rena. I think she cares about Leon, so...maybe she will help me get him back. I'm not giving up. I just...have to show him there is still something worth living for." "Yes, HE probably would be amused, and I know he would have a price. I said it, stupidly, when I felt I had pretty much lost control of my life entirely. Like things couldn't get any worse. But they can /always/ get worse, can't they? Anyway, if you can think of something to help Uist and I...I would really appreciate it. I heard there are people who can do some kind of...ritual, to send spirits to the beyond. I don't know if it would work as we are...but its all I can think of."

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Hugs! Isaac kind of misses hugs. People are so cautious about them when you're the armless guy. "It isn't a magical cure-all, but it helps, sometimes. Honestly though, it's completely selfish; you've got a pretty smile, and I'd like to see more of it." He glances at her, grinning impishly. The mood totally needed to be lightened. "Well... you should look around for Yevonites," Isaac finally says. "Word is that their summoners have some way to do just that. Put spirits to rest, I mean. I don't know the specifics, but it might be a good lead. I'm... not so good at the incorporeal, at least in the subtle kind of way. My method to deal with ghosts has never had to be pleasant." He looks apologetic. "I think that your big problem is that you've got this... this idea that everything thats happening is either your fault, or totally out of your control, and out of control because of something that you did," Isaac says. He taps a couple of keys and lifts his hand. "Which is, well -- I was doing the same thing for months. Years, even. It isn't healthy. Or right. It's hard to see that sometimes." He clears his throat. Isaac speaks an incantation, working his hand through very precise motions. He watches the screen, fresh, completely different text scrolling. He calls out something in a language thats somewhere between latin and complete gibberish, gesturing from horizon to the sky. It is abruptly sunny. Isaac grins like an idiot. The sun beats down on their section of the beach. The water sparkles in the light. There's even the feeling of warmth you'd expect from it. He stretches out, tapping a button with his toe and laying on the towel. He turns his head to Maira, squinting against the glare as music picks up again. BGM CHANGE: http://youtu.be/5PzL8aL6jtI "Things can always get worse," Isaac says, "but they can also always get better. You've just gotta stay focused, you know? Bad stuff will come and go, but the really great things will stick with you. Just keep hold of that."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira's eyes widen as she watches Isaac perform his particularly strange form of magic, turning in astonishment there is suddenly a sun beaming down on them in the ever-dark of Traverse Town. The water sparkles, it feels warm and bright. The music comes on, and she listens, grinning broadly, laughing. "That's amazing Isaac!" she exclaims, standing up and doing a twirl. She runs down to the water to kick it around a little, jumping over a few waves as she sings along to the music in a bright, clear voice. "COME WHAT MAY!" she sings it like a challenge to the sky, then flops over into the waves, giggling.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac raises a hand in a thumbs-up. "I'm basically amazing," he replies. He props himself up on an elbow when Maira hops up and takes off, watching with a grin as she kicks, hops, jumps and twirls all about the beach for all two-and-a-half solid minutes. He's endlessly entertained by the sight. It's nice to feel like you're actually helping people work things out. Besides; she's cute, he's not dead. C'mon. "I find subtlety in musical tastes to be wholly overrated on days like this," Isaac calls, laughter bubbling in his tone.

Alberic Lux

2013-06-03T08:22:29Z

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{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Alberic
|lastname=Lux
|age=Older Than He Looks
|image=alberic-face.png
|species=l'Cie
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|series=Final Fantasy XIII
|styles=Damocles System, Empty Swarm
|hometown=Eden, Cocoon
|alignment=Forces of Ruin
|group=Hollow Heralds
|occupation=Branded Wonder-Worker
|quote="A question, simple and impossible: if a heart holds darkness, how can it ever contain hope?"
|footer=Awoke from crystal stasis.
}}
== Profile ==
Alberic Lux is a man from another age. Originally hailing from the world-sphere Cocoon, it was long ago when Alberic was branded and turned into a l'Cie. He has never looked back. One of the few l'Cie to successfully complete his Focus, Alberic continues to do as instructed to this day, an effective agent of the fal'Cie who revels in his effective immortality. A brilliant if whimsical scientist, Alberic is often heedless of the moral implications or possible consequences of his myriad projects -- a methodology that led him to breaking open the Void, and coming to a horrible realization about the nature of the universe and mankind's role in it. Alberic currently pursues his new Focus with a frightening fanaticism, and turns his modular weapon system "Damocles" and arsenal of both holy and ruinous magic against anything that tries to stop him.

== Skills ==
Tattoo Timebomb, Science (Mad, Exclaimation Points), The Void Looked Back, What Can Change The Nature Of A Man?, Double Rainbow? What Does It Mean?, Well A Double Rainbow Is A Phenomenon Of Optics That Displays A Spectrum Of Light Due To The Sun Shining On Droplets Of Moisture In The Atmosphere. Does That Explain It?, EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL

= Miscellaneous =
== Trivia/Facts ==
* Alberic is a particularly old Sanctum l'Cie. His Cocoon Brand is typically hidden, except when he knows it will make a particularly entertaining impact.

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Allies
|[[Feige Abramson]]
|-
|Acquaintances
|[[Avira]], [[Maira]], [[Emi Dennou|Imi Dennou]], [[Vespa]], [[Maximilien Amadeus Renaud-Sylvianne]], [[Jihl Nabaat]], [[Souji Murasame]], [[Artyom W. Valodjn]], [[Minette Odam]], [[Helena Celba]]
|-
|Adversaries
|[[Leida]]
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Kamon Lionward

2013-05-25T08:26:59Z

Binary:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Kamon
|lastname=Lionward
|age=17
|species=Altered Human (Odynar)
|sex=Male
|height=6'1"
|weight=300 lbs.
|series=Final Fantasy Act: Class
|styles=Kamon-Rider
|hometown=Galianda
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Alexander Academy
|occupation=Student Swordsman
|quote="It's alright; I can handle it. Are you okay?"
|footer=Kicked a zombie dragon's butt.
}}
== Profile ==
Kamon Lionward is in a weird place. The great grandson of the founder of [http://tinyurl.com/ffactclass Galianda]'s famous Genji Enforcement security firm, Kamon adheres to the expectations of his family to learn the bodyguard's trade and go into the same business. Often regarded by his more affluent peers as something of an anomaly, Kamon is of Odynar ancestry and somewhat embarrassed by the fact, and his awkward kindness (and magical ineptitude) is often mistaken for dimwitted obedience. At heart, Kamon wishes only to make his friends happy and his family proud, but a bumbling, goofy streak and a quietly free-spirited and self-sacrificial demeanor continues to make the former glad and the latter frustrated. Kamon has a particular dislike of fighting, which is at odds with his training as a warrior and a Parivir in particular -- not because of the act itself, but the requirement that he make someone lose something so he can come out ahead. Despite this, he possesses an almost supernatural skill with a blade and an innate talent in adapting to new weapons, two things considered incredibly valuable to literally anyone else.

== Skills ==
Reluctant Swordsman, Mild-Mannered Martyr, Magically Inept, Magically Resistant, Metal Blooded, Son of the First Sword, Genji's Great Grandson, Being the Middle-Class One Among the Extravagantly Rich Means You're Automatically the Poor Kid, Kyra's Meat Shield (Whether He Wants To Be Or Not), WAKE UP, THE HERO, TAIYOU YO

== Soundtrack ==
* Self-Inflicted Outcast: Mumford & Sons -- [http://youtu.be/lLJf9qJHR3E Little Lion Man]
* Kamon Rider: Takayuki Miyauchi -- [http://youtu.be/OTzdpMbGHww Kamen Rider Black RX Theme] (21st Century Ver.)
* Odin's Legacy: Machinae Supremacy -- [http://youtu.be/JJ1D4xaKwIE Hero]

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Friendship
|[[Soan Sagittarius]], [[Kyra Hyral]]
|-
|Trust
|[[Niklas Dragonius]], [[Jidro Gerrison]], [[Myla Mason]], [[Seloria Delacreaux]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Minerva]], [[Luso Clemens]], [[Mulan|Ping]], [[Ramza Beoulve]], [[Percival]], [[Emi Dennou]], [[Maira]], [[Deelel]], [[TRON]], [[Alma Hyral]]
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Mister Greene]], [[Annia Leradine]], [[Rena Laradyne]], [[Clayton]], [[Avira]], [[Mercade Alexander]], [[Angantyr Vespar]], [[Artemis Eurus]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Artyom W. Valodjn]], [[Riku]]
|-
|Distrust
|[[Souji Murasame]], [[Evja]], [[Ember]], [[Seith]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[The Heartless]]
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Kamon Lionward

2013-05-25T08:20:53Z

Binary: /* Relationships */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Kamon
|lastname=Lionward
|age=17
|species=Altered Human (Odynar)
|sex=Male
|height=6'1"
|weight=300 lbs.
|series=Final Fantasy Act: Class
|styles=Kamon-Rider
|hometown=Galianda
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Alexander Academy
|occupation=Student Swordsman
|quote="It's alright; I can handle it. Are you okay?"
}}
== Profile ==
Kamon Lionward is in a weird place. The great grandson of the founder of [http://tinyurl.com/ffactclass Galianda]'s famous Genji Enforcement security firm, Kamon adheres to the expectations of his family to learn the bodyguard's trade and go into the same business. Often regarded by his more affluent peers as something of an anomaly, Kamon is of Odynar ancestry and somewhat embarrassed by the fact, and his awkward kindness (and magical ineptitude) is often mistaken for dimwitted obedience. At heart, Kamon wishes only to make his friends happy and his family proud, but a bumbling, goofy streak and a quietly free-spirited and self-sacrificial demeanor continues to make the former glad and the latter frustrated. Kamon has a particular dislike of fighting, which is at odds with his training as a warrior and a Parivir in particular -- not because of the act itself, but the requirement that he make someone lose something so he can come out ahead. Despite this, he possesses an almost supernatural skill with a blade and an innate talent in adapting to new weapons, two things considered incredibly valuable to literally anyone else.

== Skills ==
Reluctant Swordsman, Mild-Mannered Martyr, Magically Inept, Magically Resistant, Metal Blooded, Son of the First Sword, Genji's Great Grandson, Being the Middle-Class One Among the Extravagantly Rich Means You're Automatically the Poor Kid, Kyra's Meat Shield (Whether He Wants To Be Or Not), WAKE UP, THE HERO, TAIYOU YO

== Soundtrack ==
* Self-Inflicted Outcast: Mumford & Sons -- [http://youtu.be/lLJf9qJHR3E Little Lion Man]
* Kamon Rider: Takayuki Miyauchi -- [http://youtu.be/OTzdpMbGHww Kamen Rider Black RX Theme] (21st Century Ver.)
* Odin's Legacy: Machinae Supremacy -- [http://youtu.be/JJ1D4xaKwIE Hero]

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Friendship
|[[Soan Sagittarius]], [[Kyra Hyral]]
|-
|Trust
|[[Niklas Dragonius]], [[Jidro Gerrison]], [[Myla Mason]], [[Seloria Delacreaux]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Minerva]], [[Luso Clemens]], [[Mulan|Ping]], [[Ramza Beoulve]], [[Percival]], [[Emi Dennou]], [[Maira]], [[Deelel]], [[TRON]], [[Alma Hyral]]
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Mister Greene]], [[Annia Leradine]], [[Rena Laradyne]], [[Clayton]], [[Avira]], [[Mercade Alexander]], [[Angantyr Vespar]], [[Artemis Eurus]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Artyom W. Valodjn]], [[Riku]]
|-
|Distrust
|[[Souji Murasame]], [[Evja]], [[Ember]], [[Seith]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[The Heartless]]
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Isaac Hanlon

2013-05-25T06:59:50Z

Binary: /* Relationships */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Isaac
|lastname=Hanlon
|age=24
|image=Isaac bestimg.png
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|weight=190 lbs.
|series=Original Character
|styles=DJ Hero
|hometown=Manhattan(?)
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Radio Free Magi
|themesong=No More Kings -- King of Rock / Sucka MCs
|quote="'Impossible' is just a word people use to feel better about giving up."
|footer=Had an arm removed, currently bedridden.
}}
== Profile ==
Isaac Hanlon is a young man who has seen far too much for the time hes lived. While claiming to be from the isle of Manhattan like many others in the Twilight Detective Agency, Isaac is truthfully from a world that no longer exists, one of the few who survived when Armageddon came. A practitioner of magic of exceptional skill and perhaps curious power, Isaac wanders worlds looking for a solution to the menace that is the Heartless, seeking to prevent further catastrophes like the one that took his home from him. Isaac is good-hearted, quick-witted and possesses a magnetic personality, and he employs this as his persona of "DJ Zero," a voice that takes to the radio waves of innumerable worlds when midnight rings to dispense pointed wisdom, ancient lore, and excellent tunes.

== Skills ==
''You're On The Air, The Truth Is Out There, Just Click Here And Find Out, Something Something Indistinguishable From Magic, My Name Is Isaac Hanlon; Conjure With It At Your Own Peril, DJ Professor Z, Mythbuster, I'm A PC, I'm A Mac, And I'm A Friggin' Wizard, Blinded By The Light, Badass Longcoat, And I Shall Fear No Evil -- For I Have An App For That, Zeroth Percentile, Genre Savvy, Venture A Little Way Past, Nothing Is Impossible, Video Can't Kill The Radio Mage, I Didn't Ask For This; It Just Came With The Job, ...For They Are Subtle And Quick To Anger
''

== Trivia/Facts ==
* Very few people are aware that DJ Zero is Isaac and vice versa. Isaac prefers it this way.
* Isaac took home the gold medal for the Contest of Strength during the Hades Cup and then won the whole tournament, thus proving that INT beats STR any day.
* [[Garland]] hewed off Isaac's right arm with a blade made of Isaac's worst nightmare. He has thus earned his place on Isaac's shit list.

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Friendship
|[[Emi Dennou]]
|-
|Trust
|[[Mercade Alexander]], [[Will Sherman]], [[Avira]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Deelel]], [[Tom Magnusson]], [[Deidra]], [[Maximilien]], [[Percival]], [[Faruja Senra]], [[Maira]], Merlin (and Archimedes)
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Quistis Trepe]], [[Morrighan Alazne]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Jack Sparrow]], [[Skoll Ulfang]], [[Hades]], Feige Abramson
|-
|Distrust
|[[Evja]], [[Celina Duvalis]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[Garland]], Alexander Hall???
|-
|}

== Random Quotes ==
=== Something About Killing Fathers, Maybe ===
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Did you just raise the dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "I did in fact just raise the dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Will Sherman says, "...Scary." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "So how long until you cure cancer and solve world hunger?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet for a few moments and then, "You violated causality, raised the dead, made a deal with the lord of the underworld, and spat on what is typically deemed the natural order--because it seemed like the right thing to do?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Was it chocolate-coated?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah, but it takes fifteen minutes for full potency, which is why Legion is taking her time." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon addresses Legion directly. He does the radio equivalent of staring her straight in the face, because radio mage. 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yes. Precisely." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "She seemed a lot more than mostly dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Wait what?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Who was dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet again for a while. and then, "Isaac..." Another pause. "You are a very frightening individual." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Frighteningly /awesome/." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah. Sometimes I get that way." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Mark it well." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "This is not something we can ever repay. Nor can we ever properly thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "But thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You're welcome." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon asides in a more casual tone of voice, "She didn't even have any pockets for loose change." 

=== QFT ===
"EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL!" She yells before darting out the door, throwing an array of smokebombs to cover her escape. DAMMIT! RECCURING VILLAIN!?!?!?!

=== Priorities ===
<Comm: A - Heralds> Alberic Lux drinks loudly from a straw. 
<Comm: A - Heralds> Feige Abramson says, "Big Gulp?" 
<Comm: A - Heralds> Alberic Lux says, "This may be the finest invention since the portable death ray." 
<Comm: A - Heralds> Feige Abramson says, "I think it is telling that your world invented the Big Gulp after the portable death ray." 

== Soundtrack ==
1. The Living End -- [http://youtu.be/QYhDUBMeBv4 End of the World] 
2. No More Kings -- [http://youtu.be/_45Rt5HMd-4 King of Rock / Sucka MCs] 
3. Merry Melodies -- [http://youtu.be/3Oe7Q8OCm5I Behold The Wizard] 
4. Chameleon Circuit -- [http://youtu.be/G9ydSMj0Hk8 Still Not Ginger] 

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Isaac Hanlon

2013-05-25T06:54:21Z

Binary: /* Priorities */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Isaac
|lastname=Hanlon
|age=24
|image=Isaac bestimg.png
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|weight=190 lbs.
|series=Original Character
|styles=DJ Hero
|hometown=Manhattan(?)
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Radio Free Magi
|themesong=No More Kings -- King of Rock / Sucka MCs
|quote="'Impossible' is just a word people use to feel better about giving up."
|footer=Had an arm removed, currently bedridden.
}}
== Profile ==
Isaac Hanlon is a young man who has seen far too much for the time hes lived. While claiming to be from the isle of Manhattan like many others in the Twilight Detective Agency, Isaac is truthfully from a world that no longer exists, one of the few who survived when Armageddon came. A practitioner of magic of exceptional skill and perhaps curious power, Isaac wanders worlds looking for a solution to the menace that is the Heartless, seeking to prevent further catastrophes like the one that took his home from him. Isaac is good-hearted, quick-witted and possesses a magnetic personality, and he employs this as his persona of "DJ Zero," a voice that takes to the radio waves of innumerable worlds when midnight rings to dispense pointed wisdom, ancient lore, and excellent tunes.

== Skills ==
''You're On The Air, The Truth Is Out There, Just Click Here And Find Out, Something Something Indistinguishable From Magic, My Name Is Isaac Hanlon; Conjure With It At Your Own Peril, DJ Professor Z, Mythbuster, I'm A PC, I'm A Mac, And I'm A Friggin' Wizard, Blinded By The Light, Badass Longcoat, And I Shall Fear No Evil -- For I Have An App For That, Zeroth Percentile, Genre Savvy, Venture A Little Way Past, Nothing Is Impossible, Video Can't Kill The Radio Mage, I Didn't Ask For This; It Just Came With The Job, ...For They Are Subtle And Quick To Anger
''

== Trivia/Facts ==
* Very few people are aware that DJ Zero is Isaac and vice versa. Isaac prefers it this way.
* Isaac took home the gold medal for the Contest of Strength during the Hades Cup and then won the whole tournament, thus proving that INT beats STR any day.
* [[Garland]] hewed off Isaac's right arm with a blade made of Isaac's worst nightmare. He has thus earned his place on Isaac's shit list.

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Friendship
|[[Emi Dennou]]
|-
|Trust
|[[Mercade Alexander]], [[Will Sherman]], [[Avira]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Deelel]], [[Tom Magnusson]], [[Deidra]], [[Maximilien]], [[Percival]], [[Faruja Senra]], Merlin (and Archimedes)
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Maira]], [[Quistis Trepe]], [[Morrighan Alazne]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Jack Sparrow]], [[Skoll Ulfang]], [[Hades]], Feige Abramson
|-
|Distrust
|[[Evja]], [[Celina Duvalis]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[Garland]], Alexander Hall???
|-
|}

== Random Quotes ==
=== Something About Killing Fathers, Maybe ===
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Did you just raise the dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "I did in fact just raise the dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Will Sherman says, "...Scary." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "So how long until you cure cancer and solve world hunger?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet for a few moments and then, "You violated causality, raised the dead, made a deal with the lord of the underworld, and spat on what is typically deemed the natural order--because it seemed like the right thing to do?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Was it chocolate-coated?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah, but it takes fifteen minutes for full potency, which is why Legion is taking her time." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon addresses Legion directly. He does the radio equivalent of staring her straight in the face, because radio mage. 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yes. Precisely." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "She seemed a lot more than mostly dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Wait what?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Who was dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet again for a while. and then, "Isaac..." Another pause. "You are a very frightening individual." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Frighteningly /awesome/." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah. Sometimes I get that way." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Mark it well." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "This is not something we can ever repay. Nor can we ever properly thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "But thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You're welcome." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon asides in a more casual tone of voice, "She didn't even have any pockets for loose change." 

=== QFT ===
"EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL!" She yells before darting out the door, throwing an array of smokebombs to cover her escape. DAMMIT! RECCURING VILLAIN!?!?!?!

=== Priorities ===
<Comm: A - Heralds> Alberic Lux drinks loudly from a straw. 
<Comm: A - Heralds> Feige Abramson says, "Big Gulp?" 
<Comm: A - Heralds> Alberic Lux says, "This may be the finest invention since the portable death ray." 
<Comm: A - Heralds> Feige Abramson says, "I think it is telling that your world invented the Big Gulp after the portable death ray." 

== Soundtrack ==
1. The Living End -- [http://youtu.be/QYhDUBMeBv4 End of the World] 
2. No More Kings -- [http://youtu.be/_45Rt5HMd-4 King of Rock / Sucka MCs] 
3. Merry Melodies -- [http://youtu.be/3Oe7Q8OCm5I Behold The Wizard] 
4. Chameleon Circuit -- [http://youtu.be/G9ydSMj0Hk8 Still Not Ginger] 

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
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Isaac Hanlon

2013-05-24T21:32:25Z

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{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Isaac
|lastname=Hanlon
|age=24
|image=Isaac bestimg.png
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|weight=190 lbs.
|series=Original Character
|styles=DJ Hero
|hometown=Manhattan(?)
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Radio Free Magi
|themesong=No More Kings -- King of Rock / Sucka MCs
|quote="'Impossible' is just a word people use to feel better about giving up."
|footer=Had an arm removed, currently bedridden.
}}
== Profile ==
Isaac Hanlon is a young man who has seen far too much for the time hes lived. While claiming to be from the isle of Manhattan like many others in the Twilight Detective Agency, Isaac is truthfully from a world that no longer exists, one of the few who survived when Armageddon came. A practitioner of magic of exceptional skill and perhaps curious power, Isaac wanders worlds looking for a solution to the menace that is the Heartless, seeking to prevent further catastrophes like the one that took his home from him. Isaac is good-hearted, quick-witted and possesses a magnetic personality, and he employs this as his persona of "DJ Zero," a voice that takes to the radio waves of innumerable worlds when midnight rings to dispense pointed wisdom, ancient lore, and excellent tunes.

== Skills ==
''You're On The Air, The Truth Is Out There, Just Click Here And Find Out, Something Something Indistinguishable From Magic, My Name Is Isaac Hanlon; Conjure With It At Your Own Peril, DJ Professor Z, Mythbuster, I'm A PC, I'm A Mac, And I'm A Friggin' Wizard, Blinded By The Light, Badass Longcoat, And I Shall Fear No Evil -- For I Have An App For That, Zeroth Percentile, Genre Savvy, Venture A Little Way Past, Nothing Is Impossible, Video Can't Kill The Radio Mage, I Didn't Ask For This; It Just Came With The Job, ...For They Are Subtle And Quick To Anger
''

== Trivia/Facts ==
* Very few people are aware that DJ Zero is Isaac and vice versa. Isaac prefers it this way.
* Isaac took home the gold medal for the Contest of Strength during the Hades Cup and then won the whole tournament, thus proving that INT beats STR any day.
* [[Garland]] hewed off Isaac's right arm with a blade made of Isaac's worst nightmare. He has thus earned his place on Isaac's shit list.

== Relationships ==
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|Friendship
|[[Emi Dennou]]
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|Trust
|[[Mercade Alexander]], [[Will Sherman]], [[Avira]]
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|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Deelel]], [[Tom Magnusson]], [[Deidra]], [[Maximilien]], [[Percival]], [[Faruja Senra]], Merlin (and Archimedes)
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|Ambivalence
|[[Maira]], [[Quistis Trepe]], [[Morrighan Alazne]]
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|Caution
|[[Jack Sparrow]], [[Skoll Ulfang]], [[Hades]], Feige Abramson
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|Distrust
|[[Evja]], [[Celina Duvalis]]
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|Contempt
|[[Garland]], Alexander Hall???
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|}

== Random Quotes ==
=== Something About Killing Fathers, Maybe ===
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Did you just raise the dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "I did in fact just raise the dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Will Sherman says, "...Scary." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "So how long until you cure cancer and solve world hunger?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet for a few moments and then, "You violated causality, raised the dead, made a deal with the lord of the underworld, and spat on what is typically deemed the natural order--because it seemed like the right thing to do?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Was it chocolate-coated?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah, but it takes fifteen minutes for full potency, which is why Legion is taking her time." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon addresses Legion directly. He does the radio equivalent of staring her straight in the face, because radio mage. 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yes. Precisely." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "She seemed a lot more than mostly dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Wait what?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Who was dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet again for a while. and then, "Isaac..." Another pause. "You are a very frightening individual." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Frighteningly /awesome/." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah. Sometimes I get that way." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Mark it well." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "This is not something we can ever repay. Nor can we ever properly thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "But thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You're welcome." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon asides in a more casual tone of voice, "She didn't even have any pockets for loose change." 

=== QFT ===
"EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL!" She yells before darting out the door, throwing an array of smokebombs to cover her escape. DAMMIT! RECCURING VILLAIN!?!?!?!

=== Priorities ===
<Comm: A - Heralds> Alberic Lux drinks loudly from a straw.
<Comm: A - Heralds> Feige Abramson says, "Big Gulp?"
<Comm: A - Heralds> Alberic Lux says, "This may be the finest invention since the portable death ray."
<Comm: A - Heralds> Feige Abramson says, "I think it is telling that your world invented the Big Gulp after the portable death ray."

== Soundtrack ==
1. The Living End -- [http://youtu.be/QYhDUBMeBv4 End of the World] 
2. No More Kings -- [http://youtu.be/_45Rt5HMd-4 King of Rock / Sucka MCs] 
3. Merry Melodies -- [http://youtu.be/3Oe7Q8OCm5I Behold The Wizard] 
4. Chameleon Circuit -- [http://youtu.be/G9ydSMj0Hk8 Still Not Ginger] 

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Surprisingly Few Arm Puns

2013-05-10T05:45:11Z

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|Location=Manhattan - Xanatos Tower
|Synopsis=Isaac asks Xanatos for a favor.
|Cast of Characters=David Xanatos, Isaac Hanlon
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[David Xanatos]] has posed:''' In the middle of Manhattan, there is a very tall glass skyscraper. At the very top of the skyscraper is built an ancient castle, taken apart brick by brick, shipped from Europe to America, and reassembled in precisely the same shape. In the center of that castle is a large, comfortable room, with a plush red carpet and a large oak desk. Behind that desk sits David Xanatos, the owner of the tower, castle, and room. What evil must the man in the castle be conducting? "Owen," David says as he looks at a computer monitor, "Have we gotten the subsidiary reports yet?" A stoic, stone-faced man standing behind him shakes his head, awkwardly holding a smart-phone in a gloved hand while a non-gloved hand operates the face. "I'm afraid not, Mr. Xanatos. Mr. Phillips has been coy about the quarterly expenses. I would be quite surprised if he hasn't run overbudget yet." "Not unexpected. Still, go down there tomorrow morning and get it straightened out, please," Xanatos says with a nod, though he doesn't look up from his computer. Apparently, his evil for tonight is the really /boring/ kind.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' For the last few days, Isaac has been beset by the most innocuous and annoying four words he has ever heard: 'How are you feeling...?' Finally, he got sick of it. He laid out his feelings on the sympathetic question on the TDA radio, and then promptly took off to do something about it. He's had a few ideas as to how to fix the 'missing a limb' problem so far, and since a couple of them seem kind of impractical as-is, decided to go with the most likely source next: Xanatos Enterprises. Which leads him here, to a glass building with a castle on top. He's never actually been inside, but that isn't really a problem when your favored device lets you scry on anything on the same side of the continent as you. Isaac steps up to a door, raises his hand, and raps his knuckles on it. There's the distinct melody of shave-and-a-haircut echoing into Xanatos' office, apparently produced by a hand on a door. Surveillance shows nobody on the other side of the doorway, yet there it is. Isaac tries to be at least a little considerate.

:'''[[David Xanatos]] has posed:''' Both Xanatos and Owen stop mid-conversation when there's a knock at the door. David leans forward a little, resting his chin on his fingers as he looks at his door. "Owen, did I have a late-night appointment I'd forgotten about?" "Not at all, Mr. Xanatos," Owen replies as dryly as humanly possible. "Hmm. Well, I guess you should see what they want." Owen steps up to the door, opens it, and peers through it. He's completely and totally nonplussed about the door not leading where anyone would expect, but instead says in the same even tone, "Ah, Mr. Hanlon. To what do we owe the pleasure tonight?" He stands in the center of the doorway, barring entry, and stares at Isaac with the same formal, business-like expression that one would expect a principle to look at a student that was just sent to their office.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' The street behind Isaac is... an alley, actually, with some discarded cardboard and a red brick wall. Isaac has his usual long coat draped around his shoulders, pulled around him but not fully closed. It's a chilly night. "Owen, right?" Isaac hasn't actually met the man -- Mercade handled the actual TDA relations with Xanatos Enterprises, though Isaac had discovered that his occasional consulting work in Manhattan often led him to doing business for Xanatos subsidiaries. It pays to know your employer's employer's employer's name. "I'm here to see the big guy." He nods past him. He doesn't make any move to go in or away. "I would have made an appointment, but I didn't have the time or patience." Isaac peers past him. "Is this a bad time?" Somewhere on the street, a car beeps and drives past. There's dim swearing. New York, man.

:'''[[David Xanatos]] has posed:''' Owen doesn't give Isaac a response, but instead turns to look back at Xanatos. "Mr. Isaac Hanlon from the Twilight Detective Agency is here to see you." Again, Owen seems completely unphased by either Isaac's appearance or the fact that the door at the top of the castle is leading to a back alley. That guy is pretty hard to get to, apparently. "Is he? Well, send him in," Xanatos says, equally as nonchalant. Owen nods once, looks over to Isaac, and then steps to one side, allowing Isaac to pass. In the room, Xanatos sits, his hands steepled in front of him as he rests his chin against his fingers, waiting for Isaac to speak.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac mostly assumes that people don't play poker with these guys unless they absolutely have to. Though, once Owen basically announces him and steps aside, he instead assumes that there's a guy here with a Jeeves kind of complex and a megacorporation's lord and master. He walks into the office and pauses only to make a brief aside, "The door'll go back to normal when you close it up." He also assumes that they don't want hobos walking in off the street. Isaac stops in front of Xanatos' desk. He looks around the office for a moment. "Nice place. Wouldn't expect it in a castle on a skyscraper. Not sure what I'd expect from a skyscraper-castle," he admits, "but not... this." Brevity time.

:'''[[David Xanatos]] has posed:''' As Owen closes the door and takes up position to the side of the room slightly behind Isaac, David Xanatos only smiles and laughs as he looks around. "It's comfortable, and suits my needs. Besides, just because the stone was cut over a thousand years ago, that doesn't mean we can't improve it with certain modern touches. If you'd like, I can ask Owen to show you around a bit. Castle Wyvern has a remarkable history." Xanatos leans forward just a bit as he adds, "Though I suspect you didn't come here to admire the architecture."

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac mentally marks Owen's location, just in case he says a killing word and has to parry a murder-butler. He honestly has no idea what these guys are individually capable of. His history of barging into corporate offices is a pretty good one, though. "Architecture and history are a side benefit," Isaac says with a half-shrug and an easy smile. "The tour can hold off till after, though, yeah. I've got a problem, and I was hoping you'd be able to provide a solution. You've got a reputation around the office as a resourceful guy, and this kind of falls out of my immediate area of expertise." Isaac reaches over with his left arm and pulls his coat away from his right side. There's a distinct lack of limb there below the shoulder. "I had a run-in with Garland. You probably know the guy -- big, armored, one of the many Shadow Lords who tried to keep Manhattan destroyed. I'm planning to make him regret not finishing the job, but it would help if I wasn't..." He suppresses a roll of his eyes. "...handicapped." Yeah, he could dance around the subject for days, but there's no reason to. Get to the negotiation part of this, and /then/ start talking forever.

:'''[[David Xanatos]] has posed:''' Xanatos doesn't flinch when Isaac starts waving his stump in his direction, though he does leans back a little, his fingers still pressed to his chin, just above his lower lip. "Hmm. Yes, I can see that," Xanatos starts slowly. He looks over to his computer and presses some button on the keyboard as he says, "Well, I'm certainly in a position to be able to help you. Cybernetic replacement limbs has been a pet project of mine for some time." He pauses for a moment, his eyes narrowing a little at his screen. "However, your situation is a little more..complicated than that. Cybernetics are a difficult thing in the best of circumstances, but with you...Well, I'll be frank about it. Mixing technology with magic can always be tricky. I've been working to solve the problems with it...My company's work on the subject is among the most advanced you'll find, but I still can't make any promises." Xanatos leans forward a bit, looking straight at Isaac again. "You and your friends did a lot to help my city in its darkest period, and I haven't forgotten it. I'd like to help you if I can, but I'm not going to lie to you. There are always risks and uncertainty when you're pushing the envelope. You strike me as a man who isn't afraid to take risks, but I wouldn't be honest if I didn't tell you that up front."

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac doesn't so much 'wave' as 'gesture emphatically.' It has the same sort of effect. "Fortunately, I might be able to help you with that part." Isaac reaches into his coat pocket with his free (and only) hand. He fishes out what looks like a brown leather-bound book of a very slim nature. He flips the cover off of the cased tablet with a nimble finger and thumbs the power on. "You mind?" He nods at the desk, then only waits a second to lean down and put it down. He can't really operate it one-handed and hold it at the same time. "You're right. I /am/ the kind of person who isn't afraid to take risks. I'm in that kind of line of work. However, I've been blending magic and technology for years. Most of the spells I do are structured like computer programs, if really obtuse ones." He taps the screen a few times, thumbing through things. Xanatos can see upside-down scans of the contents of tomes, most of them written in cramped hands. There's a sidebar in Times New Roman. "If you like, I could help your guys with that part. You could apply it to your own projects afterwards." Isaac doesn't mind helping progress Xanatos's progress bars there; he mostly doesn't want to feel completely indebted to him. "Reduces the risk, and you get something out of this whole thing besides a test subject and a grateful wizard. I mostly just feel better when I've got something to work on."

:'''[[David Xanatos]] has posed:''' Xanatos looks with interest at the things Isaac shows him on the tablet, for a moment almost completely engrossed with what he's seeing. Xanatos has no talent for magic, but he has a keen interest in it, and has made some study of it, including study of one of the greatest tome of human magic in the world. "I see," Xanatos says, looking up with a smile to Isaac. "Well, I think this could work out splendidly for both of us, in that case. I've moved most of my research in this department over to my new Transverse offices. I'll see about getting you clearance right away. With your help, we might even be able to create something that will enhance your skill with magic along with everything else." Xanatos looks over to Owen, and says, "Owen, please make sure Mr. Hanlon gets everything he needs." Owen nods once, as stiff and formal as ever. "Of course, Mr. Xanatos." Xanatos looks down to Isaac after that, and says, "I still can't promise anything. Magic is unpredictable whenever it hits technology, and this kind of tech needs to be precise. But with your help, I'm confident we can overcome any of these problems.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac basically gives him the clip show of extraordinary-looking pages he's converted out of some of the most visually impressive texts on magic he's come across. It seems to do the trick. Isaac makes a mental note about that, too. He doesn't think Xanatos himself is a mage, but can detect his interest pretty plainly. Something to cover later, maybe. "Traverse Town offices, huh," he murmurs. "Alright. Means I don't have to go far from the scene of all this trouble lately. Works for me." He thumbs his tablet off and flips the cover closed, carefully sliding it back into his pocket. He glances back over his shoulder at Owen for a second, suppressing a sigh. He also suppresses the urge to ask Xanatos if Owen is secretly a robot. Barely. Isaac looks back to Xanatos. He nods, slightly, a smile crossing his face. "I'm sure that neither of us will be disappointed." And neither, thinks Isaac, will Garland.

:'''[[David Xanatos]] has posed:''' David Xanatos nods again at the comment about the Transverse offices. "Yes, after what happened to Manhattan, I thought that it would be a good idea to start thinking...Trans-globally about my operations. So I've been building an office in Transverse. While I'm elated that Manhattan is back in shape and eagerly await the rest of the world to follow...Well, even when it does, the other worlds aren't going away, are they?" At Isaac's other comment, Xanatos returns the smile and the nod. "I have no doubt. Now, I believe I promised you a tour of the castle? Owen, would you please show Mr. Hanlon around? I would do it myself, but I need to finish going over the reports from our subsidiaries, and I'm afraid it's a very long and slow process." Owen nods again, as emotionless as ever. "Of course. Mr. Hanlon, if you'll come this way, we'll start with the trophy room."

The Trouble With Sandwiches

2013-05-08T02:01:42Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/05/03
|Location=Traverse Town - Cloud Nine - First Floor
|Synopsis=As it happens, sandwiches are not actually the primary problem here.
|Cast of Characters=Maira, Emi Dennou, Isaac Hanlon, Percival
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' EARLIER TODAY Isaac decides he wants a sandwich. He descends from his place of seclusion to get one. Nobody is downstairs when he gets there. Hm. RIGHT ABOUT NOW Isaac is hanging out at a table by himself in Cloud Nine. There's a few people here and there, but it isn't terribly busy; Traverse Town has not been the place to be lately, what with the horrible monster attacks and the like. He's got a plate with a sandwich on it, stacked with meat and cheese but kind of messily made. It looks a bit like it was made by a right-handed guy who made it with his left and only his left. (Fancy that.) He also has a glass of something dark next to the plate. Isaac is reading something on a tablet, propped up on a foldable standing case. He isn't expecting any visitors, but he doesn't appear to be terribly busy. He's wearing his coat around his shoulders, though the right sleeve is cut short, folded up and pinned shut.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Sandwich cravings. They were Percival's mortal enemy. Well after the Heartless, Hades, Seith.. You get the picture. Their sojourn on Souji Murasami's ship had been brief for a singular reason. Souji was kind of a jerk. And so it's late in the day when Maira and him descend down the stairs from the rooftop of the Cloud Nine, to the first floor. When they arrived, the russet-skinned Gargoyle would survey the room, spotting Isaac nearly immediately amongst the sparse crowd of regulars. A moment later he'd usher Maira over towards the table with him, standing there. He tried to keep his voice from sounding too sympathetic, as he didn't know how the man would react, or if he'd interpret it as pity. "Good evening Isaac. How are you holding up?" Though his dealings with the man had always been amicable, he couldn't say that he knew the man all that well. He liked him, but he had trouble relating to him.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' This was all Percival's idea. It is probably a good one. Maira never would have thought to ask Isaac for help. She'd meant to check up on him again anyway, see how his wounds were doing and how he was adapting to life without one of his arms...that...she can't imagine terribly well. Maira doesn't arrive full of pity, but concern she most certainly has. As a healer, she'll want to make sure he's doing alright. A good lookover ought to tell her that he's going to get through this and his wound wasn't infected or anything. "Isaac! Hi! You look good," she says, and she means it. "You know, for what happened...you look good," she says, moving over to sit at the table, smiling softly. Yes, Souji was totally a jerk and she'd be happy to never see him again!

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi knows well the pain of losing limbs. Metaphorically speaking. She hasn't found Souji to be a 'jerk' as of yet though she may be biased due to his electricity powers. Electriciy powers are awesome, so she firmly believes. Still, she does rather like Maira, Isaac, and yes Percival more at present and she's happy to see all three as she steps inside with Shida Dennou, who is all smiles as usual, and quite calmer than her last Isaac-visitation. "Hello Isaac, The Network greets amiably." She looks at the sandwich but doesn't judge. She may not be an expert judge of sandwich quality control. "Maira." Shida adds as she spots her. "It's been a while, how've you been?" She pulls away from Emi and adds, "Shida of the Network was wondering about you?"

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac is contemplating trying to eat some of the sandwich without dropping bits of it when Percival and Maira come down from the roof. He peers at them for a second, and glances at the front door, possibly doing some mental math. Right. Flying. That's a thing. "Hey Percival. Hi Maira." He gives Percy a nod and Maira a smile. He doesn't appear to assume he's being pitied. You can tell because he hasn't stuck Percy to the ceiling or something. "I'm holding up fine." He glances at Maira. "Thanks." He doesn't bother inviting them to sit down; he isn't that stuffy. Isaac nods at Emi and Shida come in. His smile widens a little. "Evening." He lifts his free hand and reaches for the sandwich. "I get the feeling you guys aren't here for the atmosphere. What's up?"

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' He'd manage a sheepish look, his hand moving to scratch the back of his neck. He'd motion for Maira and Emi to sit down. The booth wasn't really big enough for him, he'd just remain standing. "It just seems like we only come to you when we need you Isaac. Maybe we can change that in the future." He'd smile at Emi, grinning. "Good evening Emi, Shida. Good to see you again. It's been a while." He'd rest his hand on the backrest of his side of the booth. "Well the short of it is... Maira might be a Princess of the Heart, and a big bad Sorceror may have some interest in her after she broke.. his favorite toy. Turned him back into a man. We're rather certain he won't let it rest at that, so we're trying to figure out ways to protect her from Emperor Mateus of Palamecia. Let's just say the battle against him was a rough one.. we barely squeaked by."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira looks up as Emi and Shida enter, her smile growing. "Hello Emi, hello Shida! I haven't seen you in ages Shida! It has been too long. I've been...uuuuh...well stick around and you're sure to hear some of it! I'm okay though. Things have just been crazy," she replies, reaching over then to give Shida a quick hug. "I hope you've been alright?" Maira looks back to Isaac, nodding. "Uh, well. I wanted to check on you--but Perci also suggested you might be able to help me..." she trails of blushing. "Gotten myself into some trouble I guess...." Then Percival explains and Maira falls quiet, blushing deeper, looking like she'd like to sink into the booth. "He's talking about the Dark Knight. I kind of...purged his Darkness or something."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "the Dark Knight? You mean the one that was going around starting fights?" Emi realizes this doesn't actually lower the number of possible people all that much. "...The one that attacked Wutai recently?, The Network clarifies further having found it surprising that it was neccessary." Shida laughs lightly at that, since it is a bit amusing to the Network even if it's also kind of sobering?! She moves over to Maira and will attempt to give her a hug. Somehow, even Emi seems to be happy, giving Isaac a big smile of her own. It's hard to focus on serious matters right now. "Still," She says. "This one remembers that AVira had some problems after she restored the world heart, have you been feeling any...emptiness or something of the kind, Maira? The Network admits it would not be a perfect comparision in either event due to one man hardly equating to a world..." She pauses amoment. "What's Palamecia?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira blinks, shaking her head. "No, I don't feel any different...at least now that I've rested. I was certainly tired but...nothing besides," she offers. Avira felt empty? That's horrible! What must it have been like to restore Manhattan? She can't even imagine. If she's...what they suspect (which is surely not possible!) would she do the same? Was there even anything left of her world? It had been gone for so long! Maira does laugh just a little at Emi's comment. "Heh it is...kind of ridiculous, isn't it? That's the one though. He's been kind of...stalking me?"

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' "Maybe." Isaac shrugs. "It's nice to feel useful all the same." He shoots a sidelong glance at Maira, listening to Percival give him the low-down and then Maira adding onto it. He seems to be considering Maira while he's being told she's one of the super-rare, super-powerful individuals that they have to protect basically at all costs. The fact that they came to him for a solution is a bit flattering, admittedly, but... "You seem to have a knack for that," Isaac asides to Maira, a sort of teasing tone in his voice for a second. A good sign, that. "A Sorcerer? What, like Merlin?" He quirks a brow. "That sounds a little... out of my league. Not completely," he appends, "but a little. But, y'know, if nothing else --" He flashes a quick grin. "-- I love a challenge." "So what's this Emperor Mateus of Palamecia done that you need to protect her from? Physical Darkness-empowered stalkers sound more like Tom or Mercade's bag than mine, unless they're just skulking spies. Garland tried that." His eyes flash with a sort of dark satisfaction for a second. "He wasn't happy about it when he stopped getting reports."

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' The Gargoyle shrugs, his wings briefly rising from his shoulders. "Admittedly, I don't know. His stalker seemed to be interested in her, above all else. Like she was a laboratory animal to be studied. The night his Dark Knight came for her.. it was like he'd been broken, he was after her heart, when before he just wanted to test her." He'd tap his talons lightly upon the rest. "The Emperor though.. he was not someone to be trifled with. His magic was powerful, and what he did.. It doesn't seem like something any run of the mill Shadow Lord can do. So I'm not sure. I'm a real /newb/ when it comes to magic, Isaac, I just heard the word being dropped around by a few folks." He'd suggest, "If I had to guess, he's watching her right now, and when it seems like we're at our weakest or least vigilant, he'll try to snatch her. If I had to guess, he wants to study her more in depth now, just to see how she did what she did. Maybe kill her afterwards. I don't know what his game plan is. But I don't intend to just stand by and just wait for it to happen."

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' And then he'd answer to Emi, "Palamecia is one of those evil empires. They seem to be a dime a dozen in this new world. Strange part about it is that when I looked into the country, it looks like his people /love/ the Emperor, and /love/ the Darkness."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Oh," Emi says because really, evil empires? Dime a dozen really. She used to be impressed by them but after a while they sort of blend together. Emi quirks an eyebrow when Maira says she's being stalked. Usually one doesn't use that in a fond manner--right? She hasn't been stalked before, come to think of it, at least not by modern parlance. Cronus didn't really follow unless it was to kill otherwise he just did his own thing. Hmm. "I see." She ays after a moment's thought. Shida frowns a bit as Isaac says really ANYTHING being out of his league. She is suspicious of that statement. "But it's good to hear that you're doing fine as usual, Shida of the Network is quite relieved." She adds, glancing back to hte Gargoyle. She frowns again and puffs out her cheeks. she'd like to see him try! And that's to say she wouldn't like to see him try, but if he tries he's gonna get a mouthful of hot electric death! Or at least, hot electric inconvenience. Emi gives Shida a small nod.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira looks down, ashamed as Isaac jokes with her about her knack for trouble. It's so true! That doesn't mean she needs to feel good about it though. "I'm sorry...I don't mean to be trouble! I don't know what to do--or even if I am one of these princess things! It isn't like there is a test--there isn't, right?" Maira takes a deep breath and lets it out slow as Perci speaks, wringing her hands in her lap. "I'm worried...Garland coming after Avira, Mateus maybe coming after me....I don't want people to get hurt trying to protect me forever," she says, remembering Souji's words. Even with Perci's talk of them being a clan, it was still painful. He'd known just where to twist the knife; right in the guilt-center. "This...Mateus. I met him a few times before--we actually got along well, or so I thought. He approached me as Matthew, I'm sure of it." At Perci's explaination, Maira blinks. "Really? Well...darkness does not always mean /bad/ I suppose...light can be just as painful," she replies. Too much fire is as big a problems as not enough. "That, or he has them all under some spell." Maira catches Shida making a face and tilts her head slightly in confusion.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' The idea of Percival saying 'newb' makes Isaac almost crack up. He forces himself to keep a straight face, instead kind of smirking a little bit at it. Play it cool, Isaac, play it cool. (But Isaac making suspicious statements? Never!) "I don't think there's a, uh... test, or it'd be really easy to tell. I mean, I could check your aura and maybe peek at the status of your soul, but I figure that's something anybody could do, and if you could identify 'em that way, wouldn't it be really easy to find these Princesses?" Isaac seems to have an odd idea of what dabblers in magic can do in the day-to-day. Maybe it /is/ in his league. "If it's scrying or something, I can shut it down. It might take a little work..." He glances to his right side unconsciously. Then, he forces himself to look back at Maira instead. Isaac picks up his sandwich. It's kind of floppy because it's overloaded and he only had one hand. He frowns a bit at it and leans over to take a bite. It's awkward, but doable.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' "Really, the best test is probably to have Will.. do what he does. He'll probably just look at us funny and be like, 'Wait, you didn't know she was a Princess of the Heart?'" Will was like that. But then he'd scratch his head. "And yet he didn't know when we were trying to determine who it was for Manhatten.. Hades had to tell us. Confusing really. Best just to presume that she is, rather than to assume she isn't. The Dark Knight at least kept referring to her as the strongest /light specimen/ he'd ever encountered, and he'd fought Avira..." He'd nod at Isaac, "Really Isaac, whatever you can manage would be appreciated." He doesn't try to suggest that the man is less capable, or that it might take him longer. He wasn't about to insult a member of the Agency's pride, especially a wizard of his caliber. "Also, I'd like to ask you for a favor later, in private."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "It's best to not get too involved whether you are one or not. IF others find out, they'll try to take advantage. If it becomes important, it'll likely make itself apparent." Emi is pretty nervous about fretting over Princess Power but, then again, Hades. Somehow HE found out and she isn't sure if it was something he knew all along or if he found out through some other process. Though come to think of it... maybe he DID have a test. So Emi brings it up. "Isaac, somehow Hades was able to figure out Avira was one. We still don't know how, right? The Network cannot be certain, but he may have a way of telling...or it may simply be an unconventional method. Perhaps it is simply because of what he is--This one couldn't be sure, but it seems he knew for some time." She does consider telling folks to leave off Isaac--he did recently lose an ARM after all--but as she thinks of her understanding of Isaac, he'd probably prefer it this way--so she settles on saying nothing, but she did have to take a moment to think that through. "Well, he had fought her after--" Shida adds before turning her head to Maira, she blinks a few times, and then she raises up her hands and squoshes her face back into a neutral space, though she's kind of blushing a bit.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira laughs nervously. "See? It must be a mistake or else surely someone would have noticed by now, right?" she asks. "Its just...my fire...or something--wherever that comes from," she continues, looking down at the table. Oh so many mysteries. "Also I'm pretty darn sure that isn't something /anybody/ could do Isaac! You're being ridiculously modest," she says, sticking her tongue out at him briefly. "Will was there that night...he's fought against the Dark Knight before too, I'm sure of it." Maira looks over to Shida again, seeing her blush then squosh her face for some insane reason. "Who fought who after what? What's wrong Shida?" she asks. As for Perci's private favor, consider her curiosity piqued!

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' "Will is..." He frowns a little. "He sees the strings of fate as they manifest between people. If your fate is particularly strong or if you're particularly 'unique' somehow, he can usually tell. It isn't infallible, though; he's missed things like this before." Isaac has a lot of experience with that sight of his. More than most. Isaac nods a couple times. "Yeah, sure. Talk to me later, Percival, I'll be here till I've come up with... a thing." Suspiciously vague? Maybe. "Don't worry, this isn't an uncommon problem, I'll..." Isaac trails off. A second later, a lightbulb turns on over his head. Isaac looks up at the fixture behind him on the wall. He puts down his sandwich and then raps a knuckle against the fixture. The light goes out. "I keep saying we should've had a second opinion on the wiring --" "Anyway, you said /Hades/ knew? Hades, like, Lord of the Dead, has TV and radio stations because I put something together? That Hades? The one who, I feel I should add," Isaac says, a gleam in his eye, "specifically owes me a single secret of my choice on top of resurrecting Shida?" He just leaves that there.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' He didn't say anything during the explanation about Will, he didn't know how his sight worked beyond a few radio conversations where he described it. Seeing the strings of fate. Except it wasn't /fate/ fate, as in predetermined destiny necessarily. He had trouble wrapping his brain around it. Percival would nod at Isaac's statement. "Thank you, Isaac." He was apparently keeping whatever it was he was asking for close to the chest. And then Isaac mentions cashing in a favor.. from Hades. And the Gargoyle can only groan. He doesn't speak out against it though. Out of everyone in the TDA, he had the impression that Isaac always knew what he was doing.. The Gargoyle would still be trying not to glance at his missing arm though.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira looks to Isaac, her eyes going impossibly wide at the implications here. "W-wait wait. The god of death....owes you a favor?!" "Well I wouldn't...use that on something like this...I mean...it's not /that/ important!"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi wasn't going to suggest cashing that in, but as Isaac brings it up she does, neutrally--though Isaac can no doubt see a bit of a gleam in her eye that she is enjoying this almost as much as Isaac is, comment. "This one could think of worses aims to call it in. It is not without risk, but he revealed this to us in what was meant to be a moment of triumph. It didn't feel like a trap." Shida blushes at the mention of the lightbulb. "Sorry," She mumbles. "Even so, the answer may not be a helpful one." Emi admits. "The Network does acknowledge it is your favor, and thus your gamble to take."

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' "Look, unlike most of the other chuckleheads who've been making deals with Hades, I actually knew what I was getting into," Isaac says, pointing a finger for emphasis at Percy. He snatches up his sandwich. It droops a little pathetically. "You don't make deals with powerful otherworldly entities unless you have something that they want. And I think we kind of made out on the deal," he adds, looking to Shida with a warm smile. Then, Isaac glances at Emi and shares a sort of little smirk. Just a little one. Moments like these. "It's worth the risk, and it /is/ that important. Even if it turns out they're wrong about you, Maira, and I'm not sure that they are..." Isaac takes a bite, chews, swallows. "...it gives us a hint as to how to confirm this sort of thing in the future. Maybe we can beat the bad guys to it next time. Besides, what else would I use it on? Learning necromancy?" He shrugs.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira chews her lip anxiously, but nods. "That's your decision Isaac, but...I can think of favors that would benefit you a whole lot more," she says, glancing to his arm. She would never fault him for making the choice. Maira then reaches over, grabs a toothpick, and sticks it into Isaac's sandwich to help hold it together. She's helpful like that.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' "I'm not doubting you Isaac. And I don't deny that you did a wondrous thing for a friend. I just... despise, Hades. I despise what he did to our friend, whether it was a mistake on her part is irrelevant. It doesn't mitigate how I feel about him. If I had it my way, Hercules would throw him so deep into Tartarus that he could never climb out." He'd glance towards Shida, as if to give her an apologetic look.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' "It is specifically a single secret. Information. That is /way/ more important than something comparatively minor like fixing me getting a little messed up," Isaac points out a little irritably. He immediately regrets calling it that in that way, but doesn't go back on it. "Thanks," he mutters at Maira. He should've thought of that.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira nods, smiling a little. "We'll figure something out then. About your arm. Prosthetics are really advanced in some worlds," she says. She has new nightmares now about Garland, the darkness, and the pool of blood around Isaac...probably not as strong as /his/ nightmares on the subject however. "Well...let me know, I guess...what you do. I'm not going to stay around here since I don't want to draw any more attention. So...we're going to hide for a bit, I guess," she sighs. "Need to check in with Avira though first, for sure. Shida and Emi, you could come too. Girl time."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi is just figuring Isaac will get a clone arm from somewhere. She hasn't yet thought about where he'd find a cloner but how hard could it be? Shida smiles back at Isaac or maybe... Is<3<3c?? A single warm smile from Isaac is well enough to effectively send her spiraling into her own fantasy world. She sighs contentedly. Emi sprays her with a water spritzer in the back of her neck. Shida jolts briefly and then glowers at her sister, crossing her arms and turning her head aside. "Isaac will have time to think it over." Emi tells Maira. It's not like he's gonna be summoning Hades in the next six seconds after all! She has little intent of getting her hopes up, however--Hades has made his affiliation perfectly clear. "He should obey his own rules. That's the one thing we can rely on." She glances to Maira, pausing to add, "Oh--you were thinking prosthetics?" She pauses. "Girl time? Why would you want us for 'Girl Ti--'" She glances at Shida making doe-eyes at Isaac. "...Ah, this one understands. Certainly, if Isaac is alright with it?" She glances at him, fondly.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira looks to Percival. Yes, he will have to wait outside for GIRL TIME!

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Percival, also oblivious, maybe willfully, maybe not. He'd just chortle, "Alright Maira, Emi, Shida, enjoy yourselves..."

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac suppresses a snicker at the water spritzer. He kind of wonders why she has one. His smile doesn't go away though. "I was going to see if Mercade's contacts with Xanatos Industries had anything in that vein, but I'm keeping my options open." He shrugs at Maira. "Keep in touch, I'll get to work on it after dinner. Be nice to have something to do." He does not comment on 'girl talk.' He assumes it is code for some kind of clandestine espionage ring.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "Alright! Thank you Isaac, I really appreciate it," she says, standing and moving over to give him a quick (innocent!) hug of appreciation. Hugs for all. Hugs are wonderful!

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi takes Shida's arm gently and guides her up to her feet. "Thank you, Isaac." She bows her head respectfully before glancing over to Maira. "WE will engage in this ... 'girl talk', then. We may require some instruction."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "Okay, have to find Avira first though! Lets head over to VALKYRI HQ...." Maira says, then links arms with Emi and Shida to skip off for girl talk!

I Was Just In The Neighborhood...

2013-05-08T01:56:28Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/04/24
|Location=Palumpolum
|Synopsis=An old hand drops in on a coworker who'd rather be anywhere else.
|Cast of Characters=Maximilien, Jihl Nabaat, Alberic Lux
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:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' Palumpolum is wide, tall, and ever so shiny. Still, certain things are hard to miss when you know what to look for, and when you've been around in nearly every stage of its growth and development... well, you kind of know where to look to find whatever it is you want. Case in point: PSICOM's current offices. Lt. Col. Jihl Nabaat's office in Palumpolum's PSICOM branch has been invaded. Fortunately, it isn't by someone personally hostile to her. There is a man there, wearing a rumpled, collared shirt, an eyepatch, and dark pants. He's sitting in her chair at her desk. He has his feet kicked up on the corner, and is rifling through its contents in a manner most casual. A dark green coat, threadbare and worn out, is hanging on a coat hook near the door. (If she did not have one before, she has one now.) Security is aware that he's there, but since the last time an officer came down, nobody has said as much as a word to him. He's apparently 'got the proper credentials,' but these credentials are unspecified at best and possibly fabricated at worst. Jihl is told that there's someone in her office when she comes in the building. If anyone has any idea of his identity, they're close-lipped about it.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "Lt. Colonel Nabaat?" A nervous young officer steps up to the woman in her traditional wear, even as she looks down at him - barely. Blame the heels. She takes a deep breath and asks, "What is it, officer?" "There's someone waiting for you in your office." Giving the young man a look that could freeze him in his shoes, Jihl Nabaat disappears out of the front rooms and down the various elevators and along the other hallways until she ends up in front of her own bedroom door. She stares at it for awhile, before she opens it - not with a bang, but with a graceful sort of silence as she stands there and watches a certain Alberic Lux go through what paperwork and such she has in her desk... Which isn't much. "Ahhh."

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' It's kind of unfortunate. He was hoping to figure out some more things about what was going on in the world through them, but, alas, it looks like the Lieutenant Colonel runs a tight ship. Or, at least, is a habitual neat freak when it comes to cleaning up old forms and new ones alike. Or, Lux thinks, they've completely transitioned to the paperless office. He looks up for a second, as if puzzled by the thought. "Hmh. Couldn't be." He shakes his head, and goes back to it. If he's noticed Jihl come in, he hasn't made any indication of it. He hums tunelessly to himself, continually shuffling through things. He places them in neat stacks on the surface of her desk as he does, and neatens the whole thing up almost absent-mindedly. Yep. Still going.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl stands there for a few moments, a puzzled look on her face. She's seen that face before. It belongs to a name she's heard before too. What was it? Light? Lucky? Ah... hmm. She finally snaps her fingers. "Lux and light, it's you-- it's it?" Jihl doesn't get access to everything - mostly because there are a few secrets the Primarch can keep from the head of PSICOM - but she's heard of Alberic Lux before, not to mention his partial attachment to several amounts of major innovations in the past. Mostly defensive. She then clears her throat. "Can I have my chair back? Now?" It's not really a question.

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' Alberic lets Jihl just stand there while she puzzles out his identity. He's in no hurry to help her along in the puzzle. He looks up when she finally figures it out, smiling a little and raising a hand, fingers splayed, in a sort of half-wave. "It certainly is. I'm glad to see that PSICOM has not forgotten the name of one of their favorite benefactors." He looks down again, and then to the side, thoughtfully. "Or perhaps 'prolific' is the better word," he muses aloud. Lux continues rifling. He straightens a pile out. He adjusts how the chair sits behind the desk. He looks up and around, surveying the room. Then, he looks back at Jihl. "I don't know," he asks, staring at her with an almost unnerving intensity. "Can you?" It's not really a question, either.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl rolls her eyes. "It's not forgetting, so much as it is the file you're under is labeled with a very large question mark and only about five people have access to it. You do come to visit us so rarely." She's either deadpan and sarcastic, or actually joking. You pick which one is worse. She stares at him back. Then, deliberately, she walks behind her desk, and takes the back of the chair, before she pushes it - because it's on wheels - to the other side of the desk. "You can keep the chair, but you're supposed to be on that side." She says, almost with a long-suffering sigh. She then moves her only other chair to the other side of the desk, before sitting down. "So what can PSICOM do for you today, Lux?"

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' "The will of the fal'Cie is a mystery even to the most devout," Lux replies, spreading his hands in a sort of mystical fashion. "I am merely a favored tool; no more, and no less." He peers up at Jihl when she rounds the desk and just pushes the chair to the other side. He keeps his hands upraised, and lifts his heel til he's been properly relocated. He gingerly lowers it to the floor, as if he's concerned something is hiding under the desk to bite him. "Mmm." Alberic folds his hands on his lap. "That wasn't what I was getting at, though I'll give you credit for finding a solution that didn't compromise your commanding demeanor." He leans forward a little, letting the chair settle into its normal position and then sitting up straight. "I suppose the question is instead, what can /I/ do for PSICOM, Nabaat?" He deliberately leaves any titles off. She probably doesn't even know his surname, though he knows hers. It probably just credits him as 'Dr. Lux' in anything recent enough to prepend the title, he supposes. "I have, once again, been asleep for a number of years, as you have surely surmised." Alberic figures she's a smart girl. "What I would like is to be briefed on the current state of Cocoon, the world that is most certainly not Pulse that my lab appears to have materialized on, and on the increased number of the dark matter constructs more commonly called 'Heartless' that I've encountered in the meantime. After that, well..." He shrugs.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl is nothing if not creative when it comes to wartime scenarios, and considering it's Alberic, it's always a 'wartime scenario'. As such, she settles into her chair with a roll of her eyes as he goes partially mystical at her. She is not going to bother to play games with him. "Why thank you, it's always an honor to get praise for creativity from Dr. Lux, the man with the various defensive plans for our world." She looks at him as he starts asking questions, and slumps slightly into her chair at his questions. Getting reminded that their world is not totally together is always a blow to the woman that has plans for everything. "I hope you had a nice nap." Then she vaults into the answers of the questions that he has here. "I do not know where most of the planets known as Cocoon and Pulse are. A few of the cities have popped up, mostly Palumpolum, but the amounts of people living here is much smaller than it used to be. This is a common occurance, we've found, as many worlds have been splintered and cast into this..." She hmms. "I suppose one would call it a 'multiverse'. Worlds can be restored, it seems, based on what happened in a world called 'Manhatten', but it seems you need a special sort of thing - something called a Keyblade - to assist in that procedure." She shrugs, not knowing what that is. "The Heartless are seemingly made of dark matter and an energy that no one seems to be able to placed. A lot of it has to do with shilly-shally about light, because when there is light, there is dark, and such other things. We have not put in much research, I do admit."

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' Lux just smiles a little and lets her speak. He doesn't ask her to join his games; she's playing by merely talking to him. "That's because I was working on it before I finished my last Focus," Alberic replies. Which means they've known about Heartless for a bit longer than some might have expected. Then again, how long have the Heartless even been around? "We had managed to replicate several Heartless types, and customize them for our own use, before I last entered stasis. The actual how and why is still unclear, though I /do/ recall coming up with an environment they couldn't phase through before concluding work on my personal project." "I suspect the cities are lacking in people because they have by and large become Heartless," Alberic continues. "With the human population reduced, the Heartless population increases, which then further increases the danger they are all in. I would prioritize the development of light-based weapons for PSICOM and the Civic Guardians, or whatever it is you are calling them these days," he adds with a dismissive wave of his hand, "to prevent this... plague from spreading."

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' Jihl gives Lux a long, long look, especially as he admits to be working on things and that there's information he has that she doesn't know about. The bit about replicating Heartless makes the woman purse her lips into an actual frown. "The Guardian Corps. Run by Cid." She says, jerking her head as she realizes he's been asleep. "My second's been Yaag Rosch for awhile, but I suspect you had access to that sort of information." She twines her fingers together, sighing. "Prioritize, as in you're not helping out the scientests and makers, or prioritize as in I should be seeing examples of such weaponry in here soon?"

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' If there weren't secret projects that one of the commanders of PSICOM didn't know about, it wouldn't /really/ be a Sanctum project. "Ah. Guardian Corps," he repeats, letting it roll off the tongue. "Hmh." Alberic smiles again. "Of course I do. However, I had been in Palumpolum for twenty minutes before I arrived here, in your chair," he says, patting the arm, "so my information is a little... dated. I will of course need some time to do some reading, and to conclude my longest-running project, before I am properly up to speed." Lux's smile widens. "Oh, the latter, certainly. I have no desire to see the citizenry of Cocoon, even divorced from Cocoon herself, be devoured by the Heartless. It would run counter to my goals, and to those of the fal'Cie." Perhaps idly, he rests his head in his hand, the tip of his finger running along the edge of the patch over his eye. "Rest assured, they do not choose... incompetents." "Is there anything else I should know of? Recent dangers to the citizenry? Major Pulse offensives? Current security protocol? The name of your most recent suitor, perhaps?" He leans on his hand, watching her with a subtle glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Bonjour, monsieur," Maximilien Amadeus Renaud-Sylvianne answers. How long he's been leaning against the interior door, and how he even got into the office, are both great big mysteries. He certainly didn't shadow-teleport, though; Lux would've sensed as much. Max takes a wide bow, a flower in his hand, his blue-and-silver cape (the one Mercade got him for Christmas, his red one is busy being cleaned and sewed back together) flowing around his white tuxedo as he does so. He's a theatrical S.O.B.; as he straightens, there's a wide smile on his face, and he tucks the rose against his face gently. "Maximilien Amadeus Renaud-Sylvianne, at your service. Whom may I say I am being treated to the pleasure of meeting? It is so rare that I get to meet coworkers professionally." Normally he meets coworkers in disguise. As other coworkers. Who don't exist. ...it's not /entirely/ PSICOM's fault, Max is just *good*. Max walks over to the window, relaxing against it without a care in the world.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "Did you wake up in Palumpolum, still, or did you wake up in another area, if you don't mind my curiosity?" Jihl asks. "I am hearing scattered stories that not all residents ended up in their original home worlds, or towns, depending on what came through the... darkness." She wriggles her fingers to emphasise that. She listens to him, then nods. "You said you arrived with your lab, though - that is good. We of course have the supplies and things that were located in Palumpolum, and Eden -- I am sure you have at least heard that the Primarch still is on hand." She smiles, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "I am glad to hear that you are continuing your work to assist PSICOM." Beat. "And the Guardian Corps. There has been nothing truly major that has required extra assistance; if anything, most citizens are now more well prepared for problems." "I have not truly had a suitor in a handful of years, Dr. Lux; you should know that." THen Max shows up, and Jihl slowly settles her head into her hands.

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' "My laboratory and its environs were in a desert near Fluorgis. I say 'were' because two groups of so-called 'adventurers' broke in to loot it, thinking it a ruin. Given its state at the time, I couldn't really blame them." He shrugs a shoulder. "Something destabilized the entropic reactor prototype and shunted the entire area into another dimension just long enough to turn it into metallic slurry. The culprits, though -- the locals say they call themselves VALKYRI and the Shard Seekers, respectively. I've already spoken with the leader of VALKYRI; a pleasant young woman, though perhaps too quick to touch instead of look." He smirks a little. "So, no. No, normally I return to Eden when I sense my Focus has been completed to the satisfaction of the fal'Cie. I was born there, many, many years ago; it feels..." He searches for a word, and settles on, "...right, to go back. I was otherwise occupied with Project Damocles, though, and crystallized at my workstation. Embarassing." He shakes his head. "It is good to know that the Primarch and Eden still remain, though." Alberic nods a little, perhaps accepting that things are pretty quiet on the home front. He doesn't believe her for a second when she says she hasn't had a suitor at all, because anyone who hadn't would have probably ignored the question instead of bringing it up. Besides, Max showed up at that exact moment. It's too... /perfect/. The good doctor spins in his (read: Jihl's) chair, looking up at Maximilien for a long moment. A cold eye appraise the sharply-dressed man, looking across every inch of him. He nods, once, as if in approval or as if committing it to memory. "Mars, then. Fitting, I think." He smiles again. "/I/ am Alberic Lux. You may call me Doctor, Professor, Alberic, Lux, or Sir, depending on your rank, if any, and personal preference -- I do not know of anyone I would have a professional relationship with who wouldn't use the last, though largely, I suspect, out of fear in these strange days."

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' The look in Max's eye is similarly cold, distant, and professional. The smile on his lips is practiced to the point where even his eyes *seem* like they're warm and cheerful, but most certainly are not; there's nothing forced, visibly, about it. Which is good, because Max is forcing his smile something fierce. Something about Lux puts him off, and Max didn't get to be in his twenties in a profession *born* around being recklessly stupid by not trusting his instincts. He's not sure what it is exactly that sets off his alarm about this man, but there is certainly something. Maybe it's the coldness of Lux; maybe it's the introduction; maybe it's just the way he looks. He reminds Max of people he knew long ago, people he never liked and never will like, and would be all too happy to leave consigned to the darkness. But Maximilien Amadeus Renaud-Sylvianne is also nothing if not capable of hiding his emotions, because you don't get to live as long as he has in his profession and /not/ be good at pretending to feel things you don't. "A pleasure, monsieur Lux," Max replies cheerfully. "I was just stopping in to see the lady; forgive me for entering unannounced. Something of a habit of mine, non?"

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "VALKYRI. Yes. I know of their leader; I know little to nothing about the Shard Sheekers, in comparison." Jihl says, looking at the smirk there for a few seconds. However, she eventually shrugs, a smirk crossing her own lips when Lux admits to getting crystallized at his workstation. It's not blackmail, but it is still pretty damn funny. Max and Lux start talking - Jihl silently rolls in her chair to the secondary door in her room, one that leads down a short hallway to the meeting rooms and Yaag's office, evidently intending a quick escape while the men were busy.

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' Max, conversely, doesn't off-put Alberic in nearly the same way. He mostly registers as someone who is trying too hard to do something he can't observe properly, which probably means that he's trying to look like he's trying too hard, and also of someone with a particular... scent about him. A sort of aroma that makes him wrinkle his nose in mild distaste. He doubts it's the cologne. "I am sure it is," Lux replies amicably. He steeples his fingers, still just looking at Max. He'll definitely have to remember this one. "Though if that was your goal, I recommend you either stop her from sneaking out the side door, or you go with her," he adds, gesturing at where Jihl is creeping without actually looking. Jihl is probably the least stealthy person in the room.

:'''[[Maximilien]] has posed:''' "Non, non. I'll simply be at her apartment, making her real food instead of the take-out garbage she has been subsisting on." Max has his own shortcuts across the city, among them *being able to fly or at least jump and run across buildings*. The feeling of nose-wrinkling distaste is at least mutual. Finally, Max just slips out the window and disappears; he'll be making good on that promise when Jihl gets home, and then she can complain all she likes to him about Doctor Alberic Lux.

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "So... does that answer your last question?" Jihl Nabaat finally asks Doctor Alberic Lux from her seat in her chair next to the door. She swings around, one leg tucked under her, her elbows on the arm of the chair, her chin propped up in her folded hands. "And do you have any others?" She finally asks dryly.

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' Max goes out a window. Alberic makes a mental note about that. It's a useful thing to know, how someone is coming and going. "You know," Alberic says, planting his foot on the side of Jihl's desk, "if you wanted to keep that a secret, it would be better to have ignored the question in a dismissive sort of way. One of your predecessors was prone to that, though she was more, mm... violently antagonistic to people asking." Lux smiles broadly. "I certainly can't think of any. Now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going. Time to get settled in." He bends his knee -- and propels himself out the front door. On Jihl's chair. EVIL SCIENCE IS INCONVENIENT*!! * for others

:'''[[Jihl Nabaat]] has posed:''' "THAT WAS MY CHAIR, YOU <GOOSEHONK!>" Jihl yells out the door, mostly not chasing him down because it's /Alberic/, and secondly because she's still musing over the statement about her predecessor and his advice. Huh. How about that.

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' Needless to say, Alberic does not slow down. Not for nothin'. Not for no one.

Isaac Hanlon

2013-05-02T18:28:56Z

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{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Isaac
|lastname=Hanlon
|age=24
|image=Isaac bestimg.png
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|weight=190 lbs.
|series=Original Character
|styles=DJ Hero
|hometown=Manhattan(?)
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Radio Free Magi
|themesong=No More Kings -- King of Rock / Sucka MCs
|quote="'Impossible' is just a word people use to feel better about giving up."
|footer=Had an arm removed, currently bedridden.
}}
== Profile ==
Isaac Hanlon is a young man who has seen far too much for the time hes lived. While claiming to be from the isle of Manhattan like many others in the Twilight Detective Agency, Isaac is truthfully from a world that no longer exists, one of the few who survived when Armageddon came. A practitioner of magic of exceptional skill and perhaps curious power, Isaac wanders worlds looking for a solution to the menace that is the Heartless, seeking to prevent further catastrophes like the one that took his home from him. Isaac is good-hearted, quick-witted and possesses a magnetic personality, and he employs this as his persona of "DJ Zero," a voice that takes to the radio waves of innumerable worlds when midnight rings to dispense pointed wisdom, ancient lore, and excellent tunes.

== Skills ==
''You're On The Air, The Truth Is Out There, Just Click Here And Find Out, Something Something Indistinguishable From Magic, My Name Is Isaac Hanlon; Conjure With It At Your Own Peril, DJ Professor Z, Mythbuster, I'm A PC, I'm A Mac, And I'm A Friggin' Wizard, Blinded By The Light, Badass Longcoat, And I Shall Fear No Evil -- For I Have An App For That, Zeroth Percentile, Genre Savvy, Venture A Little Way Past, Nothing Is Impossible, Video Can't Kill The Radio Mage, I Didn't Ask For This; It Just Came With The Job, ...For They Are Subtle And Quick To Anger
''

== Trivia/Facts ==
* Very few people are aware that DJ Zero is Isaac and vice versa. Isaac prefers it this way.
* Isaac took home the gold medal for the Contest of Strength during the Hades Cup and then won the whole tournament, thus proving that INT beats STR any day.
* [[Garland]] hewed off Isaac's right arm with a blade made of Isaac's worst nightmare. He has thus earned his place on Isaac's shit list.

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Friendship
|[[Emi Dennou]]
|-
|Trust
|[[Mercade Alexander]], [[Will Sherman]], [[Avira]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Deelel]], [[Tom Magnusson]], [[Deidra]], [[Maximilien]], [[Percival]], [[Faruja Senra]], Merlin (and Archimedes)
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Maira]], [[Quistis Trepe]], [[Morrighan Alazne]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Jack Sparrow]], [[Skoll Ulfang]], [[Hades]], Feige Abramson
|-
|Distrust
|[[Evja]], [[Celina Duvalis]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[Garland]], Alexander Hall???
|-
|}

== Random Quotes ==
=== Something About Killing Fathers, Maybe ===
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Did you just raise the dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "I did in fact just raise the dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Will Sherman says, "...Scary." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "So how long until you cure cancer and solve world hunger?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet for a few moments and then, "You violated causality, raised the dead, made a deal with the lord of the underworld, and spat on what is typically deemed the natural order--because it seemed like the right thing to do?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Was it chocolate-coated?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah, but it takes fifteen minutes for full potency, which is why Legion is taking her time." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon addresses Legion directly. He does the radio equivalent of staring her straight in the face, because radio mage. 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yes. Precisely." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "She seemed a lot more than mostly dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Wait what?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Who was dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet again for a while. and then, "Isaac..." Another pause. "You are a very frightening individual." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Frighteningly /awesome/." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah. Sometimes I get that way." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Mark it well." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "This is not something we can ever repay. Nor can we ever properly thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "But thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You're welcome." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon asides in a more casual tone of voice, "She didn't even have any pockets for loose change." 

=== QFT ===
"EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL!" She yells before darting out the door, throwing an array of smokebombs to cover her escape. DAMMIT! RECCURING VILLAIN!?!?!?!

== Soundtrack ==
1. The Living End -- [http://youtu.be/QYhDUBMeBv4 End of the World] 
2. No More Kings -- [http://youtu.be/_45Rt5HMd-4 King of Rock / Sucka MCs] 
3. Merry Melodies -- [http://youtu.be/3Oe7Q8OCm5I Behold The Wizard] 
4. Chameleon Circuit -- [http://youtu.be/G9ydSMj0Hk8 Still Not Ginger] 

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Isaac Hanlon

2013-05-02T18:27:10Z

Binary: /* Relationships */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Isaac
|lastname=Hanlon
|age=24
|image=Isaac bestimg.png
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|weight=190 lbs.
|series=Original Character
|styles=DJ Hero
|hometown=Manhattan(?)
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Radio Free Magi
|themesong=No More Kings -- King of Rock / Sucka MCs
|quote="'Impossible' is just a word people use to feel better about giving up."
|footer=Had an arm removed, currently bedridden.
}}
== Profile ==
Isaac Hanlon is a young man who has seen far too much for the time hes lived. While claiming to be from the isle of Manhattan like many others in the Twilight Detective Agency, Isaac is truthfully from a world that no longer exists, one of the few who survived when Armageddon came. A practitioner of magic of exceptional skill and perhaps curious power, Isaac wanders worlds looking for a solution to the menace that is the Heartless, seeking to prevent further catastrophes like the one that took his home from him. Isaac is good-hearted, quick-witted and possesses a magnetic personality, and he employs this as his persona of "DJ Zero," a voice that takes to the radio waves of innumerable worlds when midnight rings to dispense pointed wisdom, ancient lore, and excellent tunes.

== Skills ==
''You're On The Air, The Truth Is Out There, Just Click Here And Find Out, Something Something Indistinguishable From Magic, My Name Is Isaac Hanlon; Conjure With It At Your Own Peril, DJ Professor Z, Mythbuster, I'm A PC, I'm A Mac, And I'm A Friggin' Wizard, Blinded By The Light, Badass Longcoat, And I Shall Fear No Evil -- For I Have An App For That, Zeroth Percentile, Genre Savvy, Venture A Little Way Past, Nothing Is Impossible, Video Can't Kill The Radio Mage, I Didn't Ask For This; It Just Came With The Job, ...For They Are Subtle And Quick To Anger
''

== Trivia/Facts ==
* Very few people are aware that DJ Zero is Isaac and vice versa. Isaac prefers it this way.
* Isaac took home the gold medal for the Contest of Strength during the Hades Cup and then won the whole tournament, thus proving that INT beats STR any day.
* [[Garland]] hewed off Isaac's right arm with a blade made of Isaac's worst nightmare. He has thus earned his place on Isaac's shit list.

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Friendship
|[[Emi Dennou]]
|-
|Trust
|[[Mercade Alexander]], [[Will Sherman]], [[Avira]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Deelel]], [[Tom Magnusson]], [[Deidra]], [[Maximilien]], [[Percival]], [[Faruja Senra]], Merlin (and Archimedes)
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Maira]], [[Quistis Trepe]], [[Morrighan Alazne]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Jack Sparrow]], [[Skoll Ulfang]], [[Hades]], Feige Abramson
|-
|Distrust
|[[Evja]], [[Celina Duvalis]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[Garland]], Alexander Hall???
|-
|}

== Random Quotes ==
=== Something About Killing Fathers, Maybe ===
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Did you just raise the dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "I did in fact just raise the dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Will Sherman says, "...Scary." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "So how long until you cure cancer and solve world hunger?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet for a few moments and then, "You violated causality, raised the dead, made a deal with the lord of the underworld, and spat on what is typically deemed the natural order--because it seemed like the right thing to do?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Was it chocolate-coated?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah, but it takes fifteen minutes for full potency, which is why Legion is taking her time." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon addresses Legion directly. He does the radio equivalent of staring her straight in the face, because radio mage. 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yes. Precisely." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "She seemed a lot more than mostly dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Wait what?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Who was dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet again for a while. and then, "Isaac..." Another pause. "You are a very frightening individual." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Frighteningly /awesome/." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah. Sometimes I get that way." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Mark it well." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "This is not something we can ever repay. Nor can we ever properly thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "But thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You're welcome." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon asides in a more casual tone of voice, "She didn't even have any pockets for loose change." 

=== QFT ===
"EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL!" She yells before darting out the door, throwing an array of smokebombs to cover her escape. DAMMIT! RECCURING VILLAIN!?!?!?!

== Soundtrack ==
1. The Living End -- [http://youtu.be/QYhDUBMeBv4 End of the World] 
2. No More Kings -- [http://youtu.be/_45Rt5HMd-4 King of Rock / Sucka MCs] 
3. Merry Melodies -- [http://youtu.be/3Oe7Q8OCm5I Behold The Wizard] 

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

The Ending Is Just The Beginning Repeating

2013-05-02T06:29:29Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/04/25
|Location=Traverse Town - Cloud Nine - Third Floor
|Synopsis=Isaac gets some visitors. Emi asks an important question.
|Cast of Characters=Avira, Maira, Emi Dennou, Isaac Hanlon
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' It's late afternoon in Traverse Town, which, of course, means its dark outside. Cloud Nine has been as active as ever, but the TDA above has been a little less so. With the resident wizard down for the count, the atmosphere is a little bit more grim, though everybody who really knows him knows that Isaac would be cracking jokes to break up the tension right about now. It's worked so far... sort of, anyway. Some days, eternal night just kind of gets to you. Isaac is laid out in his own bed on the third floor. His room is at the far end of the hall, tucked into a corner with a door with a simple, ever-present 'ON AIR - DO NOT DISTURB' sign hanging from it. It hasn't kept anyone out since he was injured. He's been unconscious since Garland did... something... to him, laying still as a corpse and looking white as a sheet. He hasn't stirred yet. Isaac's room is like a deliberately messier version of the rest of the one-bedroom apartments that make up the third floor. The living room is predominantly covered in electronics of all sorts, with cables tucked out of the way to prevent any unfortunate accidents, and with a shelf covered in old-looking books (some might call them tomes) resting opposite. His kitchenette has an intricately-stacked monument of soda cans dominating one counter, with dishes in the sink and a mostly-empty basket of snack foods making it definitely seemed 'lived-in'. His bedroom only contains three truly personal effects: a thin and extremely old-looking leather-bound book on his nightstand, and two framed color photographs on top of the dresser, both of them group shots of a bunch of people who could be anyone from Manhattan. The door isn't locked. It hasn't been in a while. People have been in and out; more visitors certainly wouldn't be strange.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi hasn't forgotten Isaac's reaction to Dr. Chambers (who is continuing to perform social services through the Disneyfied Prison System as we speak). Emi also, notably, hasn't forgotten that Isaac is directly responsible for the return of Shida to the fold. Which means, of course, Emi is considering whether or not Isaac is going to die and she'll have to pop over to Hades and try to work out a deal. Well she probably shouldn't decide Isaac is dead before going to visit him and make sure whether or not that's the case. She doesn't bother knocking as she pops the door open to Isaac's room and steps inside because if Isaac has set up any sort of secret knocking system regarding magical traps or whatever, it may be more beneficial to set them off and hopefully wake him in the process than to actually by considerate. And if he does wake, Emi intends to ask some questions. It's hard to imagine an eldricht entity getting the better of Isaac, though. Even that Garland fellow, so the full 'hit' hasn't quite gotten to her yet. It isn't until she notices Isaac IS still on the bed that she pauses, brow furrowing in concern, and then she takes a look around the room, noting the photographs and the ... book ... as well. Well a detective's job is to snoop, of course, but she slinks towards Isaac first to verify his condition since that's more important to her at present time.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' In a tragic tale of role reversal, Avira is sitting beside Isaac's bed. She comes to visit pretty often and stays for long periods of time, often shirking her need to finangle reconstruction or console heartbroken friends. Being the 'strong one' in this case, she discovered, was exhausting and only know could she really comprehend the burden that TRON had felt these past few months. But as long as Isaac wasn't conscious, she didn't have to put that brave face on. When Emi enters, she might catch that look of intense guilt upon Avira's face before she hides it with a carefully controlled neutral expression. It probably isn't hard to guess why she might feel this way either, given Isaac's current one-arm-zeroed state. After another passing second, she gives Emi a weak smile, then a nod in greeting. "Hey."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Isaac was at the top of her list of people to pay a visit to for some healing. She'd been there, she'd felt the horrible darkness, saw him when he woke, bleeding profusely, his arm missing. The man had been seriously maimed, he certainly needed a great deal of healing energy. Maira creeps toward the door, peeking her head inside. The girl looks worse for wear herself, though not nearly as bad as those who took the beating. Maira simple looks tired--tired and with ashes smeared on her cheeks, reeking of smoke. Maira sighs quietly and moves inside, spotting Avira beside the bed as the door opens fully. Upon stepping into the room, Maira discovers Emi as well. She blinks, smiling slightly in greeting. "Avira, Emi...how is he? I brought a bunch of potions and I'm rested enough for some healing spells...." she says, moving over toward the bed, preparing to go into healer mode.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac is unconscious, but doesn't seem to be laboring for breath or bleeding into his bed. His status hasn't really changed at all since the first bout of pouring healing spells into him: alive, but unresponsive. He's stirred a couple of times while Avira has been here, but only tossing and turning for a second or two and then settling back into immobility. Nightmares, maybe. Other than the paleness and the lack of a limb on his right side, he's fit as a fiddle. The two photographs on the dresser are turned at an odd angle, like they were pushed away. You'd have to get a closer look. The little volume on the table is an unnamed volume with the name 'John Dee' pressed into the spine. It definitely /feels/ old, though it's in surprisingly good shape for something written by a 16th century occultist.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi feels she is in an adventure game for a moment. Maybe if she combines the volume with the photos and a slice of lemon with a wire stuck in it, Isaac will wake up? Isaac doesn't look to be in that great of shape but in any event, she approaches the photographs first to take a good look at them, moving nonchalantly because there is company. "Thank you for keeping him company, he is a survivor from our world. To be more precise, he has provided assistance to us back then as well, indirectly, and others of course more directly. He is important to us, The Network explains. To see him in this state is as concerning by its nature as its being uncharacteristic of him." She will move onto the book shortly if not stopped. Just call her Snoop Dawg.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "He's stirred a little but he hasn't woken up. I'm a little afraid to shake him." Or smack him, which Avira had briefly considered as a wake-up method. Though she had experienced a deep-seated desire to haul off and punch something until her knuckles bled, she'd rather not have a dear friend be the target. Avira will not stop Emi from snooping through Isaac's things. He's a wizard, so Avira figures his 'secrets guard themselves' or other such MYSTERIOUS WIZARD STUFF. She herself hasn't touched them out of respect for the guy who stood up to Garland and sassed him. She sinks in her chair a little, "He's important to me too." Just by her tone, it seems she's a little hesitant to admit it-after all, she knows what'll happen to those she /cares/ about now.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira moves in further, frowning gently as she nods to Emi and Avira. "He'll have lost a lot of blood, he'll probably sleep for a while," she says, stepping over near the bed. She takes a deep breath, then reaches down to place a very warm hand on his brow, beginning to channel the healing energy in the form of cure spells, as much of it as she currently has energy for. It wasn't so long ago that she'd been by Angan's bed after he'd protected her--he'd been unconscious for days. This is becoming a very disturbing trend she hopes doesn't continue, but knows probably will. "Sorry I haven't...been back to HQ," she says to Avira, wincing slightly. "I'm sorry--about the fire. I've lost control again...I don't want to burn the rest of the building down in my sleep," she continues quietly. This is what happens when you stand up to Garland. She can't think on it. No accidents today.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' The two photographs are placed in plain wooden frames behind glass. One is older than the other, a little faded by time but not enough to indicate that it's unusually old or anything. The older one is a bunch of people Emi has never seen before, though one of them, a young woman, bears a remarkable resemblance to Isaac himself. Another possibly memorable thing is a young man in a tall hat that, if one had been to the underworld recently, they might have seen on one of it's residents. The other is somewhat more recent. The backdrop is apparently a bar, though there's no indication as to which or where. It has Isaac in it, grinning like a loon at someone off-camera and standing among a group of strangers, with his arm around an equally-strange girl. Oddly, both Mercade and Will are in the photo, with Will reaching for a plate of food next to Mercade and trying to be sneaky about it. They don't look like they've aged a day. 'Combining the volume with a slice of lemon with a wire stuck in it won't help me right now,' Adventure Game Emi's Inner Monologue says. 'Maybe if I had a rubber chicken with a pulley?' Isaac stirs again when Maira puts her hand on him and channels what healing she can spare. His complexion improves a touch more, and his left arm twitches at his side, fingers clenching and unclenching slightly. He's broken into a cold sweat, now.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi, sadly(?), doesn't seem to be setting off any traps. She does however take a bit longer with those photographs than she likely anticipated herself. She runs her hands across the frame and adding, "These are old photos." She tells the others. "Thinking on it, there are some strange similarities." She is more murmuring to herself, but Maira and Avira can likely hear her just fine. Why Isaac's mother is standing next to 'The Boss' is another question entirely. None of these answer the mystery (evne if it's one Emi made up in her head) as to how Isaac had such a hard time with Garland. Sure, he's dangerous, but Isaac's middle name is Danger. Or she presumes, she doesn't actually know what Isaac's middle name is, but it's fun to think about it. She is about to reach for the book when Isaac starts stirring. She doesn't want to get CAUGHT by Isaac and even Emi has limits to her presumptuousness. She heads on back and wishes, for some reason, that she had a rubber chicken with a pulley. "Don't blame yourselves. Isaac is this way. It can't be stopped, The Network attempts consolation." Though the fact she's kind of deadpan about it may inhibit its effectiveness but hey, she's trying.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira likes to imagine that Isaac's middle name is 'sassmouth.' She looks to Maira with a sad look upon her face when the young mage mentions she's been losing control of her magic again. It'd been quite a long time since that had happened too, hadn't it? Avira was so proud. She could see her friend getting stronger! "It's understandable, Maira. I...I'm sorry I couldn't have told you about what was coming. If I hadn't kept it secret, it would have become...worse." Avira doesn't like to imagine how worse it could have been, frankly, because the whole situation was miserable enough. No, onto happier things, "I think that's working, Maira, keep it up." She looks up as Emi remarks on the photograph and stands to go look herself. Clearly the only ones she recognizes are Mercade and Will, but the others...something about them... "I don't blame myself for Isaac actually." Avira sighs, "That's the only part of this I know I can't. Knowing him, he probably said something to Garland." Isaac was also primarily responsible for Morrighan getting away.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira turns her eyes back to Isaac as he begins to stir, casting yet another cure spell upon him before she removes her hand. "I'd have a glass of water ready, I think he may be waking up," she says, looking up to Emi and Avira. In response to Avira, Maira looks down. It is difficult sometimes, to believe that Avira knew it was right now to tell her. She wants to ask how it would have been worse, but she can't. She can imagine....it could have been worse, she supposed. It doesn't feel that way though. "...is he lost...?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. Maira turns her eyes back to Isaac, wondering if she has another healing spell in her. The mage takes a deep breath, digs deep, and brings up another cure, the greenish white energy washing over her. Then, she flops backward into a chair.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac Danger Sassmouth Hanlon doesn't really have a ring to it. Another Cure. It's nothing particularly groundbreaking, nor impressive, as far as white magic goes. It certainly won't heal the worst injury he has. It does give a certain edge to recovery, though. He settles back down, arm ceasing its motion, and, for a while, he's quiet again. Did it actually help? Maira is drained from even that much, and it doesn't look like it /hurt/... "You shouldn't do that if you're that tired," Isaac says, his voice scratchy and dry. He hasn't sat up, but he's opened his eyes a little bit, squinting against the light in the room. He's looking at Maira. "D'you want the bed for a while? I'm good, honest." Apparently it did.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Oh, good, then there is nothing to worry about." Emi says blankly. She could have thrown electrohealing but has elected not to do that because it's not a very pleasant method. CURE is a lot nicer. "Good morning, Isaac." Emi says. "Would you like a wet cloth for your eyes, The Network offers?" She really can't do anything for the arm. Could he just regrow one? Isaac has done many amazing things, it's hard to understand his limits. "Everyone made it out." Well more or less anyway.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira smiles brightly then, leaning forward toward Isaac. "I'll sleep a lot better now that you've regained consciousness," she assures him. It may even be the truth, she'll see! "You're going to need a good bit of rest, so don't be jumping out of bed just yet...but you're going to be alright," she says, smiling still. It is truly good to see him wake. To see that one can survive against Garland. Not entirely whole...but alive.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "...no." she says quietly to Maira, "I don't want to think that." But honestly, whether or not Angantyr was 'lost' was a determination Avira couldn't make. Only Angantyr himself could truly answer that question. Anything she says would just be her aching heart longing for the mentor she once had. Avira just barely restrains herself from flinging herself upon Isaac and hugging him when she realizes he is awake. She has no words to offer, remaining there with a concerned look on her face as she gazes upon Isaac.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira looks back to Avira, nodding a little. "We can talk about that later," she says, standing once more even though her legs very much seem like they don't want to support her any longer. Maira doesn't know Isaac well, and now that he's awake she's not sure she should be here. His close friends will want to see him, and she doesn't want to crowd. "I have some more folks I need to check in on...but let me know if I can do anything else to help, okay?" Maira asks, looking between all three of them as she heads for the door.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac has a nose for sniffing out half-truths and outright lies. He looks at Maira for a second, still blearily, and just kind of nods at her. She's got to go, and he gets that. He's a little surprised she was here in the first place... but, well, she's always kind of struck him as a proactive sort of do-gooder. "That depends," Isaac murmurs at Emi, "on if it is really a wet cloth, or is actually just another stage of a particularly vivid dream." He starts to lift his arm to wipe his eyes with the back of his hand. The problem is, he normally does that with his /right/ hand. He looks a little puzzledly down and to the right, and his eyes widen for just a moment before he regains his composure. Isaac squeezes his eyes shut and mutters, "Right. Handicap parking." It is totally meaningless and probably entirely out-of-context. Maybe he got hit on the head, too? He opens his eyes again, fighting down his equal parts panic and despair. "That's --" He clears his throat. "That's good. That was a bad situation. How long, uh..." He hesitates for a moment. "How long was I out?" Another brief pause. Isaac looks at Avira. "And how long have you been sitting there?" He smiles a little.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi thinks about that for a moment before adding, "We cannot put dreams on people's eyes, it is beyond our capabilities, so this one thinks you are safe for now." Nightmares? She is about to comment further as Maira flits out. She gives the young lady a small nod as she does so. She may be a detective but she didn't seem to read her 'true intent' there. She hasn't thought much of ANgantyr and his role in this mess as of yet. She has worked with him on numerous occassions and indeed gave him a measure of trust, but he's never been exactly quiet on what he was. She's frankly unsure on how to react as much as anything and her focus is on the one friend she's got still from that world. "A couple of days." Emi answers, having resisted the urge to make up a story about how it's seven years in the future and Mercade is a cyborg and Will is a mutant and Max...nobody's seen Max since the day he infiltrated Dark God Garland's castle. Some say he was captured, others say he was destroyed by his eel traps, nobody knows. She looks to Avira for a few moments. She's never been that great at showing emotion, should she be sobbing at him or something, she wonders. She'd like to show some degree of affection for him, but what would be an unrude way to go about it? He just woke up, and she's been hoping to ask questions. Ugh. "We were in Fluorgis so we had to travel to get here. Avira has been here earlier." What could she say to show her fondness for him? Hmm.... "This one snooped through your belongings a little." She offers hopefully.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Yes, later." Avira says wearily. She's spent enough time thinking about Angantyr lately. She, honestly, wanted a bit of a break. Preferably a break that involved going somewhere and punching something. "Uhhh....collectively or just during this particular visit?" Avira tries to be casual about it rather than reveal the embarassing number of visits she's made. The guilty look on her face probably says as much though. "...glad you're awake, though. I was afraid one of us would have to go to the astral plane to get you back."

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac would have accepted a dramatic exclaimation welcoming him to the world of tomorow. Probably. "Oh. Well. Uh..." Isaac looks around the room. He slowly sits up, pushing himself back clumsily, one-handed. "I... don't have a lot to snoop, I don't think?" He's not sure what Emi is doing besides owning up to poking around his room. Given how often it is locked up tight, he can't really blame her. Isaac looks back to Avira just in time to catch her looking guilty. Politely, he doesn't comment on it. "Ah. Well... thanks. Don't worry, I can handle the astral if I need to --" The last couple words are a little choked. He coughs a few times, then manages, "Could -- water?"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Certainly." Emi says. "And if it's alright, this one was hoping to ask a couple of questions." Right after she admitted to snooping too! Emi is more or less shameless, but she has actually asked for Shida to go get that 'wet cloth' a while back but now Shida has to go back and get just water water in a glass and of course since it's Shida she decided to bring along extra 'stuff' to begin with so there is a fair bit of noise outside as Shida rushes around to fulfill the 'order'. When she finally makes it in, she has a wet cloth in one hand, a glass of water in the other, a plate with a bowl of soup on it balanced on her head precariously. She is holding a smartphone by her chin and she's nudging along a pair of detective novels along with her feet, you know, in case Isaac wants something to read as he recovers. Shida very slowly approaches Isaac. "I h-h-hope you recover soon, Isaac, if there's anything you need, please just give a hoot, not a literal hoot Shida of the Network clarifies as an aside."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira is thankful of Isaac's gracious show of politeness this evening. That must've been difficult! "Oh, right, water-" Avira's about to get on it, but the Dennous beat her to the punch-unsurprising. They are a super coordinated network that can pull this sort of instant awesome collaboration off. As she starts to settle back, only now does she try to sneak in that quick hug to Isaac. "Questions...?" She tilts to Emi. Avira's apparently a little confused still herself but she has yet to realize this. She was certain that Isaac was from Manhattan. He replicated the TDA office that one time after all.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Shameless Emi is shameless. Well, at least some of her sisters aren't /quite/ so bad -- though Shida, in being the complete opposite, seems to be somewhat worse. Isaac openly stares for a moment when Shida comes in with far too many objects to her number of body parts designed to hold things, and then shakes it off before he embarasses her or something. "Wow. Uh, yeah, thanks. Just --" He nods a little at a desk to the side, clearly hoping she puts things down before she, say, dumps hot soup on herself. Isaac does not return Avira's hug, largely because it would be awkward with one arm and remind him that he's /missing/ an /arm/. He smiles a little more widely, though, apparently approving. He clears his throat and looks back up at Emi, then. "Yeah, go -- go ahead." What could she possibly want to know that has to do with snoopi-- Oh.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi, to be fair, is only being as shameless as she'd expect Isaac to be. His impertinence has often served him well, hasn't it? And of course sometimes it made him lose an arm. She hasn't checked to see if there's some sort of scar on the other one. Emi slowly facepalms as she sees what Shida has done. You'd think that as a hive mind they'd stop finding ways to surprise her but somehow, despite having access to their thoughts, they manage to do it. Maybe it's the books. The books were a bit above and beyond. "Shida, you could have asked for help." Emi admonishes. She gives a small nod to Avira because, really, this is about as 'private' as she ever expects to get with Isaac. He's a busy sorcerer after all. "Our world." She says carefully, furrowing her brow again as Shida starts setting up stuff around on Isaac's desk carefully (and slowly). Shida's eyes are a bit puffy and red and she avoids looking at Isaac directly. Emi is always struck by how individual she is sometimes. "Our home. You mad reference to how it fell before, but we'd like to know. This one apologizes for the timing, but perhaps telling will help, if even just a little."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Admittedly, Avira's pretty curious about this too now. Heck, she always wants to learn more about her friends. Yet...at the same time... ...this conversation-the direction that Emi takes it in feels like something that should be a lot more private than it is right now. Avira stands, stretching. "I think I should probably take off." Avira points out. "You're awake now, Isaac, which is the important thing. I'm...sorry about what happened to your arm." But hey, he's Isaac the 'unfettered' so maybe he'll figure out a way around that.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Unfettered, shriven, free. That doesn't necessarily mean 'miracle worker.' But sometimes... Isaac watches the two Legionaires for a moment more. Their interplay is always something interesting to him. Maybe it's the hive mind thing, and exactly what Emi is thinking -- that sometimes, they still manage to surprise one another. He has an idea as to how that was even done, too, but it doesn't necessarily mean he knows the mechanics behind it. With his only hand, Isaac reaches out and takes the water among the objects. He takes a sip, clears his throat again -- this time with less of a sound effect like sand paper in his throat -- and then says, "Thanks." He offers Shida an honest sort of smile. He gets that she cares. He gets why, too... or he thinks so, at least. He turns back to Emi, frowning, and takes another drink rather than answer her immediately. He lowers the glass, looking into it. It's half-full, now. Maybe half-empty, these days. Isaac looks back up, nodding at Avira. "Yeah, alright. You've probably got some work to do. I'm, uh... I'm sorry I couldn't keep the HQ from getting beaten up." It is, perhaps, a little amazing that he feels like he's got to apologize for that after he got Garland to leave, even at great personal cost. He waits a minute more, finishing off the glass of water in the interim. Then, he puts it back on the nightstand. "I guess..." Isaac looks back up at Emi. He hesitates again. "You deserve to know," he finally says. "You made it out, so you should --" He clenches his teeth for a moment. Inhale, exhale. "Do you know anything about the Tower?"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi doesn't really have any care if Avira knows about their past, but if she has things to do, then she has things to do. It's nice of her to be considerate, in any event, and she settles to keep that in mind for the future. "Avira, thank you again for staying with him." She tells her. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to hlep." She bows her head briefly but, really, she likely would not have been much assistance if this Garland guy was able to do this to Isaac--she imagines--but maybe she could have helped keep down the damage a bit. She listens to Isaac as he asks what she knows so far. "Well," She says. "We are aware of the basic events at the time. There were a lot of ... problems ... in the city. Most people had left, for us we were using the opportunity to use Urban environments against Cronus whereas before we were held in lab environments. We were in the lab when the world ended, however, but we did see the tower. And we know it was unleashing ... more problems. It was rather impossibly large...but we had not seen the Heartless until the very end."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "I'm sure there's going to be more opportunities in the future, Emi." Avira smiles sadly, "And don't mention it. Isaac's a friend and he did the same for me." Sort of. Close enough. Isaac did something a little more that she was eternally appreciative for. "Man, of all the things to apologize for..." Avira shakes her head, "It's only a building, Isaac, we can rebuild it. If destroyed buildings and hurt people-" and broken hearts, "-are enough to satisfy that <GOOSEHONK>'s need for revenge and punishment, then we're in a pretty good place." She takes a few steps away from Isaac's bed, but stops to turn to face him. "I didn't hear what he asked of you, but if it was anything what he asked of me, you did well to refuse and sass him." She turns back around and heads out the door to his room to leave Isaac and Emi and Shida to speak. "See you around, Isaac."

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' "Still..." He looks sheepish for a second, and then abruptly grim. He looks right at Avira, expression completely serious. "He wanted a piece of my soul, in exchange for his 'mercy,' his 'forgiveness,' and to go away and never bother Traverse Town," or you, "ever again. I told him what barnyard animal to fornicate with instead." Well, not literally, but close enough. He raises his good hand in a sort of wave as Avira heads for the door. Isaac waits for Avira to close the door to his room before he, finally, nods at Emi. "Problems was putting it lightly. Near the end, people were turning into animals. I tried to stop them -- I think some of them calmed down, but it was..." He shrugs a shoulder. The one with an arm attached. "It was the end. I suppose we couldn't really expect anything else." He looks away from Emi. "The Tower is -- was -- called The House of He That is Called I Am. That's God, capital-G, but with more words to explain it. It was in the netherworld, which was a special kind of hell made from His corpse. It turns out that on our world, he killed himself to keep his mortal creations, his children, from being destroyed by having a being of infinity around." "It didn't really take." "His archangels went mad, and the Tower was supposed to be Judgement Day. We had a plan to stop it, but..." Isaac shrugs again, helplessly. "Everything went wrong that could go wrong. Murphy screwed us."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' It's an interesting conundrum. Refuse Garland and he makes you and those you care about suffer. There seems to be a sort of antithesis for peaceful coexistance there. Sass Garland and he will focus on hurting you. Perhaps there's a lesson there, but Emi isn't confident in making such a gamble. Perhaps she is a bit cowardly upon realizing that she has something to live for and, as such, is rather less apathetic about dying. Such a conundrum. "Capital G God killed himself?" Emi asks, shocked. Of course there's plenty of stories about lowerf case g gods killing themselves, but this is capital G God! That's totally different! Or at least, so some would like to believe. Nevertheless, Emi isn't so certain she'd call herself a creation of God. It's always awkward listening to Faruja as a result. 'Well actually, Faruja, I'm an abomination upon his name!' is not something she has been eager to express. "I suppose when one makes the rules they can feel free to defy them." Emi murmurs. Look, she's named after a biblical entity, she did look up a few versions. "And I suppose that answers the adage whether God can make a rock so strong he cannot break it." There are plenty of martyr gods too, perhaps that's how those legends came to be, she thinks. "'Impossible' is just a word people use to feel better about giving up'," Emi quotes in a murmur. "...We certainly would have said stopping that would have been impossible. What was your plan? Could it have worked?"

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac lets that sink in for a second. Mostly he's having a hard time talking about it, so he needs a moment. He lets Emi say her piece, and ask the big question: could it have worked? "It wasn't impossible," Isaac says firmly. "It was... it was difficult. I think we would have had it handled, if it wasn't for --" He stops. He's getting ahead of himself. He takes a breath. "Okay. So... we had our own version of the TDA, which I think you already knew. And Mercade, and Will, too." He almost stumbles at that. It's an uncomfortable subject. He presses on. "Mercade had a piece of the archangel Metatron in him; it was subbing in for his soul. There were a bunch of other people who did, too. Our plan was to have the Metatron with us, the Voice of God, and to have him plead our case. They had a sort of... Highlander thing going on, though. One of them has to kill the others to get their pieces." Isaac looks at the empty glass. It's something to focus on. "I thought I found a loophole. I'd done a big favor to the guy who made these people the way they were -- who made Endgame, too -- so he was going to do me one back. We were going to gather them up and kill them on the operating table, and then revive them with a sort of... placebo soul in them, after the shards left. In theory, it could work. There might've been complications, but in /theory/..."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "In theory it would have worked, The Network summarizes." Emi says. THe idea of a 'Highlander' system isn't so strange to her, in a sense the Cronus experiment was a slightly modified experiment based on a Highlander principal. Of course, Emi has no idea what Highlander is, but the explanation does it justice well enough that she doesn't need to. Emi wishes she could be a bit more endearing to try and soothe Isaac over, but she's actually pretty crummy at that. She's not all that empathic or rather she's not very good at showing it. Or emotions in general, she supposes. She's got her way and well-- --well as much as she'd like to soothe him over and say he can stop, that's against her job and her instinct. Still, she can say, "This one appreciates your willingness to speak on this, we understand it must be difficult. So--thank you. What was--'everything'?" She pauses and looks back over to where the photographs were, but she doesn't comment on them vocally. Mercade and Will exist in this world too, so it must be strange for him. And they remember seeing that man in Hades, too. Moreso than it was strange for her though it may have influenced her decision to approach the TDA in the first place.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac has ranks in Pop Culture lore as part of the DJ package. He can't help but make reference to things that way. If he were in a different position, he would be boggling at Emi having no idea what Highlander is, and then logic-chaining into 'have you ever heard Queen?' in a desperate kind of tone. But he's in /this/ position, right now. "Yeah." Isaac looks down again. He nods, once. "Yeah, difficult is a good word," he murmurs. He takes another breath and starts anew. "Surtr, for a start. Surtr the Worldflame, interim leader of the Ragnarok crew. You're probably at least familiar with him -- tall, skinny, red hair, androgynous, hot to the touch." Endgamers in charge of different groups tend to be high profile. Surtr took over after Isaac and Co. talked Fafnir, the former leader, into joining their side. "He had a piece of Metatron, too. He was an experiment to see if they could use it as a base for the Endgame process. We didn't have him, but Professor Chance had some way to call all the Project D people, so..." He makes a small hand gesture, as if to say 'there he was.' "He came into the operating room, conscious, when only Mercade was supposed to. John -- Will and I jumped him, beat him down. It wasn't easy; we got pretty banged up in the process, but we did it. We /thought/ it worked, but it was..." Isaac shakes his head. Breathe. Inhale, exhale, Hanlon. "Mercade got it, and something else. It might've been Heartless, or it might've been the Requiem, but it was bad. It was driving him crazy. He couldn't contend with the reformed Metatron and whatever it was that was in there. Will couldn't do anything, I had to help Bee --" Isaac clams up. He squeezes his eyes shut and clenches his jaw. There's a pause in his telling.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "He must have been very brave to volunteer for that." Emi says. She knows of Queen, that's a bit more of a central pop culture icon than Highlander. Why were they made, she can't help but wonder, was it really just to 'feed' Cronus? There were definite goals of the organization--commit cruelty for the sake of cruelty itself was unlikely their paradigm, what was the benefit of a time mage to them? "Dr. Chambers likely wished to return to a time before that experiment, either to influence it, stop it, or something else. This one doesn't know if it would have worked. But this one supposes the methodologies used have proved themselves to have a tendency to backfire." Whether it was Surtr, something inherent to the process, or something else--it's unclear. But what is clear is that Mercade went nuts. A chilling prospect, since Mercade--as she knows him--is a rather stable dude. Ambramson is not someone she remembers but she knew so much about these projects. There's a mystery around here, but Emi can't figure it out. She sets it aside, ultimately, to think about later. This means so much to Isaac, she thinks, that once again she can't help but wonder--why did he save her to begin with? It's not like it was a 0 chance. She shuffles her feet, a touch, before adding, "I'm sorry."

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac is suddenly and inexplicably minutely less concerned about Emi's knowledge of pop culture icons. "Yeah, I guess so. Endgame and the Project D subjects were never really that controlled, nor were they volunteers. I think that Surtr was a golem. Mercade... he's Mercade. A little different, I suppose, but he was the nicest guy you'd ever meet. He didn't volunteer, either." Isaac opens his eyes. There are dark circles under them. They're a little more noticeable, with his awfully grim expression. "I asked. I assumed, and I asked. How could someone like him say no?" Isaac shakes his head slightly, slowly. "I should be saying that. If it wasn't for me, we... neither of us would be sitting here. We'd be in a place without Heartless, with Vitatech's worst elements expunged, with Endgame stabilized and without a reason to be fighting all the time, with the TDA still together and everyone living happily ever after --" He stops again. Just a moment. Then he goes back to it, though flatly. "Obedience, the girl in that picture, was falling apart. A golem. Her creator was gone, so she was... coming apart. I put a piece of my soul inside her to keep her alive. Will and I were hurt, Mercade was going crazy, Ben was getting restless -- and when the Wyld Hunt is restless --" He takes a breath. "We pushed on anyway. Out into the streets. Most of the Requiems just let us pass, sensing Mercade, but some of them... the Heartless got to some of them, I think. There was a lot more fighting before we finally got to the Tower."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Mercade is one of the nicest guys I've ever met, This one believes you." Emi agrees. "Whether it is arguable or not whether this one would even be presently alive if not for the Heartless invasion, it is absolutely certain we would not be alive if not for you. It is possible Cronus was some manner of backup plan, The Network supposes, but with that experiment come to an end we will never know for certain as to the intent." She isn't even sure she wants to question the remaining mad scientist she knows about. Hard to trust someone when they say things like evil science is immortal. But still, the idea that Isaac would put a piece of his own soul inside a golem... "...The Network doesn't wish to presume." She says. "But it seems so far rather strong to say 'It wouldn't have happened if not for me'." She has more to say, but she doesn't want to cut the story short, she nods slowly. The Tower, she remembers, is where it all begins and ends.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac looks off to the side again. His voice is still flat. "Bee wanted to leave. Mercade didn't want anything to do with this supernatural stuff. Ben was going crazy because he ate something that used to be human, and the Wyld Hunt didn't like it. I talked them into staying and sticking with it instead of saving themselves. Will..." He shrugs his good shoulder. "I could've talked Melody into taking him and going somewhere else. I didn't." Isaac has a good reason to think it's all his doing, everyone getting screwed. "Michael let us in, when Mercade got to the door. It was kind of surprising, but I suppose a Nightmare Lord doesn't really notice the darkness hiding in something so bright, either. When we finally got inside, we were... different. We got turned into, I dunno, representations of our true selves. Mercade, the Angel; Will, the Fool; Ben, the Beast; Bee, the Doll. I suppose when you go into the House of God, you're practically inside the Conceptual, and that sort of thing just... happens. We weren't the people we pretended to be; we were the things we were at our core." "Judgement -- the Arcana, or the one who held it, a fragment of God -- met us. He told us there would be tests. It was..." He looks back at Emi. "I expected a fight. You know? Or fasting, or something to prove how devout we were. The archangels were all crazy as hell; the fact that we didn't get attacked was staggering. When we just got asked questions... I figured it was a trap. A trick, somehow. I was always looking for a way out, just in case." His voice gets tight. "I should've been looking out for Mercade."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi notes that Isaac doesn't say what his true representation was, but she doesn't ask for it. That is a touch outside the scope of what she asked for--wouldnt' be fair. The one thing she is of certain is that the strangeness of her own life pales in comparision to this--well one could possibly call it something of an adventure. "In such circumstances, what sort of God to anticipate--must have been difficult as well." If the heartless were invading, and archangels going crazy--it's not hard to make the leap that God might not be so open to discussion. Emi doesn't want to ask, really, she feels like she's twisting the knife. But she vowed to be a detective and a detective neither looks away from the truth--and a detective tries to help others that can't get help from anywhere else. The only question is, can she? And she'll never know until she knows what happened. Until she knows the cost of her happy life today. "What happened?" She asks.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' "He killed himself," Isaac says distantly. "We got asked questions. To prove our willingness to abide by His decisions, to prove our trust in Him, to show we were devoted to humanity and to forgiveness. We got asked questions, I skirted around them and nearly cost us everything right then and there, and while we were talking, right at the end, Mercade drew his gun and shot himself before we even knew what was happening." Isaac's hand is shaking. He's balled his fingers into a fist. He's white-knuckled. "He wouldn't bring him back. He said it would invalidate the point of his free will to do that. We didn't have Metatron anymore, and everything went to shit. Will attacked Judgement, Ben was starting to lose it, Bee just broke down, and I couldn't do anything but stand there." "And that's when the Heartless came," he whispers. "Imagine a tower. Imagine a tower infinitely tall, with you and your sisters inside and standing at the bottom. The doors behind you swing open, and all you see outside is pitch blackness snuffing out the lights in a city on fire. You look up the endlessly spiraling staircase, and at the top, where there should /be/ no top, there's the same blackness, with eyes looking down out of it where there should be none. He Who Is Called I Am doesn't give a clue whats happening, and the Arcanas in the room with you are flipping out. How do you feel?" "/Terrified/," Isaac supplies in the same harsh whisper. "We ran up the stairs. I guess there was nowhere else to go. Heartless tried to get into the room behind us," he says, voice taking on a manic edge, "and John and Ben tried to stop them. Mercade was gone before we could even try to do anything else for him. Bee dragged me upwards, and I was just so -- I couldn't move, couldn't go /anywhere/, and up was just as bad as back --" He takes his head in his hand. "They got to us from the top. I tried to -- I tried to hold onto Bee, but it didn't help. Everything turned dark, and cold, and... and then she was there again. She took the darkness, and pushed it away from me, and told it to send me away. She gave me the part that was keeping her alive, and just..." "She just let go." Isaac lapses into silence again. His eyes are shut tightly, and he doesn't even have the self-consciousness to try not to let her see him cry.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Mercade...shot himself? Emi has managed to be relatively calm, if sympathetic, but something about just hearing that moment. She stumbles back and rests a hand on the counter to steady herself. It isn't the Mercade she knows--at least, not the one she has grown to depend on. But the most shocking thing of all was how unlike him it seemed. She doesn't like the idea that it might have been Isaac, too eager for results. She doesn't like that thought. It feels innately wrong in spite of the supporting evidence. Emi reviews what she learned. God killed himself, it didn't quite take. This was to protect the world from himself. Mercade may have been infected with something beyond Metatron or perhaps due to BEING 'The Angel', he knew something the others did not? Or it could just have been madness. God wouldn't undo his choice but, well, that seemed pretty Godlike to her. There were meant to be tests, that could mean a lot of things besides just those questions. But is she reaching here because she doesn't want Isaac to suffer? At least--not as much? She breathes out, closing her eyes. She approaches Isaac, once she feels ready to move, and sits down next to him. She doesn't say anything for a while. She doesn't comment on the tears. Nor on anything else for a while. She is not good at expression, she thinks, maybe it'd be better if she didn't say anything. But eventually she realizes that even saying the wrong thing would be better than saying nothing. Isaac wouldn't appreciate her giving up without trying. He would berate her if she gave up without trying! "I understand." She says slowly. "I had many close sisters I could have saved, possibly, had I only done some things differently. This one's circumstances may have been what others would say was extreme--but the same would be said for you, or for any number of people. The truth of the matter is, for a long time I failed them. And I failed Cronus, by letting him be the killer. This one understands they wouldn't blame me, but it is not their opinion that makes me dream of the train. It would be our own." "There are some outside factors beyond your control. Do not blame yourselves for them. There were inside factors that may have been in your control, but I know the sorts of people you associate with. Always caring for others. The sort of people you don't ask for help but come anyway. You're all like that. That is why you're good people, that is why none of you should have been called to make choices like that, but you were the people willing to try. If it was your fault, then it was our fault moreso for not trying, or thinking up something better, or something else." She goes quiet again for a bit after that, then looks up and looks for Isaac's eyes. Tears are in her eyes, she doesn't actually bother trying to hide them--she isn't really like that. "You can be rather arrogant, Isaac. This one is not meaning to criticize that, it is in fact a trait we find rather endearing. It takes a certain degree of it to accomplish great things, and to--not be blinded by what one thinks is impossible. Isaac, you've brought back a world before. You've even brought back the dead. There is /nothing/ you can't do, should you have just cause--and you do have just cause. Maybe your Mercade is dead--maybe he is not, divine beings have proved incapable of destroying themselves so easily before--but if there is one thing you taught me, is that there is little that is permanent. We can better understand what happened that day, we can seek to correct it. And maybe we will fail..." She breathes out, wiping at her eyes. "But The Network will be by your side. We promise. At the very least, we owe you our lives, and Shida's doubly so."

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Nothing gets said for a while. Isaac doesn't have a problem with the silence. It's comforting, in its own way. Familiar. He grew used to it when he first appeared in Manhattan -- something he doesn't want to relate if he doesn't have to. It's a particularly shameful period to him, a time of mad obsession in the periods of lucidity between irrepressible melancholy and overwhelming grief. He hid away in the worst parts of the city, the parts that neither man nor beast would go to for fear of... /something/. He shivers, very slightly. Silence. Comforting. Not again. Emi says her piece. Isaac rests as he is, still clutching his head with his one hand, still doubled over. He thinks, but he does not speak. If he is at fault, so is she, she says. If he can gnaw on himself for choosing incorrectly or not always having the perfect solution, so can she. That's not how it is, though. That's not how this works. He /did/ screw up, and cost the lives of who knows how many people, directly or indirectly -- -- but that /is/ how it works, isn't it? He screwed up because of an outside force, something he couldn't have possibly predicted. There wasn't anything wrong with his plan; there were just factors that his ability to plan couldn't encompass, even at the height of it. If he's at fault for anything, it's not being in better control of himself in the end. He let everyone else do everything, all because he let it all build up for too long. Isaac doesn't look up at first, but Emi catches his eyes after a moment. He watches her hollowly for a long moment, then squeezes his eyes shut again, swiping the back of his hand across them. He blinks a few times. There's a little life there again. Without a word, Isaac leans over and gives Emi a sideways, one-armed hug. He's still a little too overwhelmed to say anything, but he's still thinking things over. It was horrible. It will always have been horrible. But next time...

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Making Isaac feel a little better, that's a win in the Dennou playbook and all they can really hope for. The Network can promise very little, their capabilities compared to much of the TDA are rather meager--especially the original TDA--but Isaac is alive, she is alive, it's not over yet. And maybe power isn't the solution anyway, but tenacity. For a while Emi worries she said to much, or didn't say the right things, but hugs are a good indicator that maybe she managed to help. And she's so relieved to see that bit of life she just flat out, and strongly, hugs him back. With both arms, cause she's still got 12 of those (only using two for hugging purposes, however). She cries a bit. She cries for the cost, she cries that she never really knew people she would have very liked to meet, but she mostly cries for that little spark of life that she barely realizes she saw.

Alberic Lux

2013-04-29T03:40:26Z

Binary: /* Relationships */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Alberic
|lastname=Lux
|age=Older Than He Looks
|image=alberic-face.png
|species=l'Cie
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|series=Final Fantasy XIII
|styles=Damocles System, Empty Swarm
|hometown=Eden, Cocoon
|alignment=Forces of Ruin
|group=Hollow Heralds
|occupation=Branded Wonder-Worker
|quote="A question, simple and impossible: if a heart holds darkness, how can it ever contain hope?"
|footer=Awoke from crystal stasis.
}}
== Profile ==
Alberic Lux is a man from another age. Originally hailing from the world-sphere Cocoon, it was long ago when Alberic was branded and turned into a l'Cie. He has never looked back. One of the few l'Cie to successfully complete his Focus, Alberic continues to do as instructed to this day, an effective agent of the fal'Cie who revels in his effective immortality. A brilliant if whimsical scientist, Alberic is often heedless of the moral implications or possible consequences of his myriad projects -- a methodology that led him to breaking open the Void, and coming to a horrible realization about the nature of the universe and mankind's role in it. Alberic currently pursues his new Focus with a frightening fanaticism, and turns his modular weapon system "Damocles" and arsenal of both holy and ruinous magic against anything that tries to stop him.

== Skills ==
Tattoo Timebomb, Science (Mad, Exclaimation Points), The Void Looked Back, What Can Change The Nature Of A Man?, Double Rainbow? What Does It Mean?, Well A Double Rainbow Is A Phenomenon Of Optics That Displays A Spectrum Of Light Due To The Sun Shining On Droplets Of Moisture In The Atmosphere. Does That Explain It?, EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL

= Miscellaneous =
== Trivia/Facts ==
* Alberic is a particularly old Sanctum l'Cie. His Cocoon Brand is typically hidden, except when he knows it will make a particularly entertaining impact.

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Allies
|[[Feige Abramson]]
|-
|Acquaintances
|[[Avira]], [[Maira]], [[Emi Dennou|Imi Dennou]], [[Vespa]], [[Maximilien Amadeus Renaud-Sylvianne]], [[Jihl Nabaat]]
|-
|Adversaries
|[[Leida]]
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Isaac Hanlon

2013-04-25T03:34:20Z

Binary: Did math correctly this time.

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Isaac
|lastname=Hanlon
|age=24
|image=Isaac bestimg.png
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|weight=190 lbs.
|series=Original Character
|styles=DJ Hero
|hometown=Manhattan(?)
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Radio Free Magi
|themesong=No More Kings -- King of Rock / Sucka MCs
|quote="'Impossible' is just a word people use to feel better about giving up."
|footer=Had an arm removed, currently bedridden.
}}
== Profile ==
Isaac Hanlon is a young man who has seen far too much for the time hes lived. While claiming to be from the isle of Manhattan like many others in the Twilight Detective Agency, Isaac is truthfully from a world that no longer exists, one of the few who survived when Armageddon came. A practitioner of magic of exceptional skill and perhaps curious power, Isaac wanders worlds looking for a solution to the menace that is the Heartless, seeking to prevent further catastrophes like the one that took his home from him. Isaac is good-hearted, quick-witted and possesses a magnetic personality, and he employs this as his persona of "DJ Zero," a voice that takes to the radio waves of innumerable worlds when midnight rings to dispense pointed wisdom, ancient lore, and excellent tunes.

== Skills ==
''You're On The Air, The Truth Is Out There, Just Click Here And Find Out, Something Something Indistinguishable From Magic, My Name Is Isaac Hanlon; Conjure With It At Your Own Peril, DJ Professor Z, Mythbuster, I'm A PC, I'm A Mac, And I'm A Friggin' Wizard, Blinded By The Light, Badass Longcoat, And I Shall Fear No Evil -- For I Have An App For That, Zeroth Percentile, Genre Savvy, Venture A Little Way Past, Nothing Is Impossible, Video Can't Kill The Radio Mage, I Didn't Ask For This; It Just Came With The Job, ...For They Are Subtle And Quick To Anger
''

== Trivia/Facts ==
* Very few people are aware that DJ Zero is Isaac and vice versa. Isaac prefers it this way.
* Isaac took home the gold medal for the Contest of Strength during the Hades Cup and then won the whole tournament, thus proving that INT beats STR any day.
* [[Garland]] hewed off Isaac's right arm with a blade made of Isaac's worst nightmare. He has thus earned his place on Isaac's shit list.

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Friendship
|...?
|-
|Trust
|[[Mercade Alexander]], [[Will Sherman]], [[Emi Dennou]], [[Avira]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Deelel]], [[Tom Magnusson]], [[Deidra]], [[Maximilien]], [[Percival]], [[Faruja Senra]], Merlin (and Archimedes)
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Maira]], [[Quistis Trepe]], [[Morrighan Alazne]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Jack Sparrow]], [[Skoll Ulfang]], [[Hades]], Feige Abramson
|-
|Distrust
|[[Evja]], [[Celina Duvalis]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[Garland]], Alexander Hall???
|-
|}

== Random Quotes ==
=== Something About Killing Fathers, Maybe ===
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Did you just raise the dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "I did in fact just raise the dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Will Sherman says, "...Scary." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "So how long until you cure cancer and solve world hunger?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet for a few moments and then, "You violated causality, raised the dead, made a deal with the lord of the underworld, and spat on what is typically deemed the natural order--because it seemed like the right thing to do?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Was it chocolate-coated?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah, but it takes fifteen minutes for full potency, which is why Legion is taking her time." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon addresses Legion directly. He does the radio equivalent of staring her straight in the face, because radio mage. 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yes. Precisely." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "She seemed a lot more than mostly dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Wait what?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Who was dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet again for a while. and then, "Isaac..." Another pause. "You are a very frightening individual." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Frighteningly /awesome/." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah. Sometimes I get that way." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Mark it well." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "This is not something we can ever repay. Nor can we ever properly thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "But thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You're welcome." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon asides in a more casual tone of voice, "She didn't even have any pockets for loose change." 

=== QFT ===
"EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL!" She yells before darting out the door, throwing an array of smokebombs to cover her escape. DAMMIT! RECCURING VILLAIN!?!?!?!

== Soundtrack ==
1. The Living End -- [http://youtu.be/QYhDUBMeBv4 End of the World] 
2. No More Kings -- [http://youtu.be/_45Rt5HMd-4 King of Rock / Sucka MCs] 
3. Merry Melodies -- [http://youtu.be/3Oe7Q8OCm5I Behold The Wizard] 

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Isaac Hanlon

2013-04-25T03:26:28Z

Binary: /* Skills */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Isaac
|lastname=Hanlon
|age=21
|image=Isaac bestimg.png
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|weight=190 lbs.
|series=Original Character
|styles=DJ Hero
|hometown=Manhattan(?)
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Radio Free Magi
|themesong=No More Kings -- King of Rock / Sucka MCs
|quote="'Impossible' is just a word people use to feel better about giving up."
|footer=Had an arm removed, currently bedridden.
}}
== Profile ==
Isaac Hanlon is a young man who has seen far too much for the time hes lived. While claiming to be from the isle of Manhattan like many others in the Twilight Detective Agency, Isaac is truthfully from a world that no longer exists, one of the few who survived when Armageddon came. A practitioner of magic of exceptional skill and perhaps curious power, Isaac wanders worlds looking for a solution to the menace that is the Heartless, seeking to prevent further catastrophes like the one that took his home from him. Isaac is good-hearted, quick-witted and possesses a magnetic personality, and he employs this as his persona of "DJ Zero," a voice that takes to the radio waves of innumerable worlds when midnight rings to dispense pointed wisdom, ancient lore, and excellent tunes.

== Skills ==
''You're On The Air, The Truth Is Out There, Just Click Here And Find Out, Something Something Indistinguishable From Magic, My Name Is Isaac Hanlon; Conjure With It At Your Own Peril, DJ Professor Z, Mythbuster, I'm A PC, I'm A Mac, And I'm A Friggin' Wizard, Blinded By The Light, Badass Longcoat, And I Shall Fear No Evil -- For I Have An App For That, Zeroth Percentile, Genre Savvy, Venture A Little Way Past, Nothing Is Impossible, Video Can't Kill The Radio Mage, I Didn't Ask For This; It Just Came With The Job, ...For They Are Subtle And Quick To Anger
''

== Trivia/Facts ==
* Very few people are aware that DJ Zero is Isaac and vice versa. Isaac prefers it this way.
* Isaac took home the gold medal for the Contest of Strength during the Hades Cup and then won the whole tournament, thus proving that INT beats STR any day.
* [[Garland]] hewed off Isaac's right arm with a blade made of Isaac's worst nightmare. He has thus earned his place on Isaac's shit list.

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Friendship
|...?
|-
|Trust
|[[Mercade Alexander]], [[Will Sherman]], [[Emi Dennou]], [[Avira]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Deelel]], [[Tom Magnusson]], [[Deidra]], [[Maximilien]], [[Percival]], [[Faruja Senra]], Merlin (and Archimedes)
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Maira]], [[Quistis Trepe]], [[Morrighan Alazne]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Jack Sparrow]], [[Skoll Ulfang]], [[Hades]], Feige Abramson
|-
|Distrust
|[[Evja]], [[Celina Duvalis]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[Garland]], Alexander Hall???
|-
|}

== Random Quotes ==
=== Something About Killing Fathers, Maybe ===
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Did you just raise the dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "I did in fact just raise the dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Will Sherman says, "...Scary." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "So how long until you cure cancer and solve world hunger?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet for a few moments and then, "You violated causality, raised the dead, made a deal with the lord of the underworld, and spat on what is typically deemed the natural order--because it seemed like the right thing to do?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Was it chocolate-coated?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah, but it takes fifteen minutes for full potency, which is why Legion is taking her time." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon addresses Legion directly. He does the radio equivalent of staring her straight in the face, because radio mage. 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yes. Precisely." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "She seemed a lot more than mostly dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Wait what?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Who was dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet again for a while. and then, "Isaac..." Another pause. "You are a very frightening individual." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Frighteningly /awesome/." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah. Sometimes I get that way." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Mark it well." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "This is not something we can ever repay. Nor can we ever properly thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "But thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You're welcome." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon asides in a more casual tone of voice, "She didn't even have any pockets for loose change." 

=== QFT ===
"EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL!" She yells before darting out the door, throwing an array of smokebombs to cover her escape. DAMMIT! RECCURING VILLAIN!?!?!?!

== Soundtrack ==
1. The Living End -- [http://youtu.be/QYhDUBMeBv4 End of the World] 
2. No More Kings -- [http://youtu.be/_45Rt5HMd-4 King of Rock / Sucka MCs] 
3. Merry Melodies -- [http://youtu.be/3Oe7Q8OCm5I Behold The Wizard] 

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Isaac Hanlon

2013-04-25T03:25:25Z

Binary:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Isaac
|lastname=Hanlon
|age=21
|image=Isaac bestimg.png
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|weight=190 lbs.
|series=Original Character
|styles=DJ Hero
|hometown=Manhattan(?)
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Radio Free Magi
|themesong=No More Kings -- King of Rock / Sucka MCs
|quote="'Impossible' is just a word people use to feel better about giving up."
|footer=Had an arm removed, currently bedridden.
}}
== Profile ==
Isaac Hanlon is a young man who has seen far too much for the time hes lived. While claiming to be from the isle of Manhattan like many others in the Twilight Detective Agency, Isaac is truthfully from a world that no longer exists, one of the few who survived when Armageddon came. A practitioner of magic of exceptional skill and perhaps curious power, Isaac wanders worlds looking for a solution to the menace that is the Heartless, seeking to prevent further catastrophes like the one that took his home from him. Isaac is good-hearted, quick-witted and possesses a magnetic personality, and he employs this as his persona of "DJ Zero," a voice that takes to the radio waves of innumerable worlds when midnight rings to dispense pointed wisdom, ancient lore, and excellent tunes.

== Skills ==
You're On The Air, The Truth Is Out There, Just Click Here And Find Out, Something Something Indistinguishable From Magic, My Name Is Isaac Hanlon; Conjure With It At Your Own Peril, DJ Professor Z, Mythbuster, I'm A PC, I'm A Mac, And I'm A Friggin' Wizard, Blinded By The Light, Badass Longcoat, And I Shall Fear No Evil -- For I Have An App For That, Zeroth Percentile, Genre Savvy, Venture A Little Way Past, Nothing Is Impossible, Video Can't Kill The Radio Mage, I Didn't Ask For This; It Just Came With The Job, ...For They Are Subtle And Quick To Anger

== Trivia/Facts ==
* Very few people are aware that DJ Zero is Isaac and vice versa. Isaac prefers it this way.
* Isaac took home the gold medal for the Contest of Strength during the Hades Cup and then won the whole tournament, thus proving that INT beats STR any day.
* [[Garland]] hewed off Isaac's right arm with a blade made of Isaac's worst nightmare. He has thus earned his place on Isaac's shit list.

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Friendship
|...?
|-
|Trust
|[[Mercade Alexander]], [[Will Sherman]], [[Emi Dennou]], [[Avira]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Deelel]], [[Tom Magnusson]], [[Deidra]], [[Maximilien]], [[Percival]], [[Faruja Senra]], Merlin (and Archimedes)
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Maira]], [[Quistis Trepe]], [[Morrighan Alazne]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Jack Sparrow]], [[Skoll Ulfang]], [[Hades]], Feige Abramson
|-
|Distrust
|[[Evja]], [[Celina Duvalis]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[Garland]], Alexander Hall???
|-
|}

== Random Quotes ==
=== Something About Killing Fathers, Maybe ===
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Did you just raise the dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "I did in fact just raise the dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Will Sherman says, "...Scary." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "So how long until you cure cancer and solve world hunger?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet for a few moments and then, "You violated causality, raised the dead, made a deal with the lord of the underworld, and spat on what is typically deemed the natural order--because it seemed like the right thing to do?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Was it chocolate-coated?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah, but it takes fifteen minutes for full potency, which is why Legion is taking her time." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon addresses Legion directly. He does the radio equivalent of staring her straight in the face, because radio mage. 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yes. Precisely." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "She seemed a lot more than mostly dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Wait what?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Who was dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet again for a while. and then, "Isaac..." Another pause. "You are a very frightening individual." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Frighteningly /awesome/." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah. Sometimes I get that way." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Mark it well." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "This is not something we can ever repay. Nor can we ever properly thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "But thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You're welcome." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon asides in a more casual tone of voice, "She didn't even have any pockets for loose change." 

=== QFT ===
"EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL!" She yells before darting out the door, throwing an array of smokebombs to cover her escape. DAMMIT! RECCURING VILLAIN!?!?!?!

== Soundtrack ==
1. The Living End -- [http://youtu.be/QYhDUBMeBv4 End of the World] 
2. No More Kings -- [http://youtu.be/_45Rt5HMd-4 King of Rock / Sucka MCs] 
3. Merry Melodies -- [http://youtu.be/3Oe7Q8OCm5I Behold The Wizard] 

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Isaac Hanlon

2013-04-25T03:23:01Z

Binary: /* Trivia/Facts */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Isaac
|lastname=Hanlon
|age=21
|image=Isaac bestimg.png
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|weight=190 lbs.
|series=Original Character
|styles=DJ Hero
|hometown=Manhattan(?)
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Radio Free Magi
|themesong=No More Kings -- King of Rock / Sucka MCs
|quote="That's right: it's the ZERO HOUR! I'm your host, DJ Zero, and it is my duty -- nay, my privilege -- to bring the truth to your ears and pull the wool from your eyes."
|footer=Last spotted caught in a car chase on a bicycle.
}}
== Profile ==
Isaac Hanlon is a young man who has seen far too much for the time hes lived. While claiming to be from the isle of Manhattan like many others in the Twilight Detective Agency, Isaac is truthfully from a world that no longer exists, one of the few who survived when Armageddon came. A practitioner of magic of exceptional skill and perhaps curious power, Isaac wanders worlds looking for a solution to the menace that is the Heartless, seeking to prevent further catastrophes like the one that took his home from him. Isaac is good-hearted, quick-witted and possesses a magnetic personality, and he employs this as his persona of "DJ Zero," a voice that takes to the radio waves of innumerable worlds when midnight rings to dispense pointed wisdom, ancient lore, and excellent tunes.

== Skills ==
You're On The Air, The Truth Is Out There, Just Click Here And Find Out, Something Something Indistinguishable From Magic, My Name Is Isaac Hanlon; Conjure With It At Your Own Peril, DJ Professor Z, Mythbuster, I'm A PC, I'm A Mac, And I'm A Friggin' Wizard, Blinded By The Light, Badass Longcoat, And I Shall Fear No Evil -- For I Have An App For That, Zeroth Percentile, Genre Savvy, Venture A Little Way Past, Nothing Is Impossible, Video Can't Kill The Radio Mage, I Didn't Ask For This; It Just Came With The Job, ...For They Are Subtle And Quick To Anger

== Trivia/Facts ==
* Very few people are aware that DJ Zero is Isaac and vice versa. Isaac prefers it this way.
* Isaac took home the gold medal for the Contest of Strength during the Hades Cup and then won the whole tournament, thus proving that INT beats STR any day.
* [[Garland]] hewed off Isaac's right arm with a blade made of Isaac's worst nightmare. He has thus earned his place on Isaac's shit list.

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Friendship
|...?
|-
|Trust
|[[Mercade Alexander]], [[Will Sherman]], [[Emi Dennou]], [[Avira]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Deelel]], [[Tom Magnusson]], [[Deidra]], [[Maximilien]], [[Percival]], [[Faruja Senra]], Merlin (and Archimedes)
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Maira]], [[Quistis Trepe]], [[Morrighan Alazne]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Jack Sparrow]], [[Skoll Ulfang]], [[Hades]], Feige Abramson
|-
|Distrust
|[[Evja]], [[Celina Duvalis]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[Garland]], Alexander Hall???
|-
|}

== Random Quotes ==
=== Something About Killing Fathers, Maybe ===
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Did you just raise the dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "I did in fact just raise the dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Will Sherman says, "...Scary." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "So how long until you cure cancer and solve world hunger?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet for a few moments and then, "You violated causality, raised the dead, made a deal with the lord of the underworld, and spat on what is typically deemed the natural order--because it seemed like the right thing to do?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Was it chocolate-coated?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah, but it takes fifteen minutes for full potency, which is why Legion is taking her time." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon addresses Legion directly. He does the radio equivalent of staring her straight in the face, because radio mage. 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yes. Precisely." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "She seemed a lot more than mostly dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Wait what?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Who was dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet again for a while. and then, "Isaac..." Another pause. "You are a very frightening individual." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Frighteningly /awesome/." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah. Sometimes I get that way." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Mark it well." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "This is not something we can ever repay. Nor can we ever properly thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "But thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You're welcome." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon asides in a more casual tone of voice, "She didn't even have any pockets for loose change." 

=== QFT ===
"EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL!" She yells before darting out the door, throwing an array of smokebombs to cover her escape. DAMMIT! RECCURING VILLAIN!?!?!?!

== Soundtrack ==
1. The Living End -- [http://youtu.be/QYhDUBMeBv4 End of the World] 
2. No More Kings -- [http://youtu.be/_45Rt5HMd-4 King of Rock / Sucka MCs] 
3. Merry Melodies -- [http://youtu.be/3Oe7Q8OCm5I Behold The Wizard] 

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Isaac Hanlon

2013-04-25T03:20:53Z

Binary:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Isaac
|lastname=Hanlon
|age=21
|image=Isaac bestimg.png
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|weight=190 lbs.
|series=Original Character
|styles=DJ Hero
|hometown=Manhattan(?)
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Radio Free Magi
|themesong=No More Kings -- King of Rock / Sucka MCs
|quote="That's right: it's the ZERO HOUR! I'm your host, DJ Zero, and it is my duty -- nay, my privilege -- to bring the truth to your ears and pull the wool from your eyes."
|footer=Last spotted caught in a car chase on a bicycle.
}}
== Profile ==
Isaac Hanlon is a young man who has seen far too much for the time hes lived. While claiming to be from the isle of Manhattan like many others in the Twilight Detective Agency, Isaac is truthfully from a world that no longer exists, one of the few who survived when Armageddon came. A practitioner of magic of exceptional skill and perhaps curious power, Isaac wanders worlds looking for a solution to the menace that is the Heartless, seeking to prevent further catastrophes like the one that took his home from him. Isaac is good-hearted, quick-witted and possesses a magnetic personality, and he employs this as his persona of "DJ Zero," a voice that takes to the radio waves of innumerable worlds when midnight rings to dispense pointed wisdom, ancient lore, and excellent tunes.

== Skills ==
You're On The Air, The Truth Is Out There, Just Click Here And Find Out, Something Something Indistinguishable From Magic, My Name Is Isaac Hanlon; Conjure With It At Your Own Peril, DJ Professor Z, Mythbuster, I'm A PC, I'm A Mac, And I'm A Friggin' Wizard, Blinded By The Light, Badass Longcoat, And I Shall Fear No Evil -- For I Have An App For That, Zeroth Percentile, Genre Savvy, Venture A Little Way Past, Nothing Is Impossible, Video Can't Kill The Radio Mage, I Didn't Ask For This; It Just Came With The Job, ...For They Are Subtle And Quick To Anger

== Trivia/Facts ==
* Very few people are aware that DJ Zero is Isaac and vice versa. Isaac prefers it this way.
* Isaac took home the gold medal for the Contest of Strength during the Hades Cup and then won the whole tournament, thus proving that INT beats STR any day.

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Friendship
|...?
|-
|Trust
|[[Mercade Alexander]], [[Will Sherman]], [[Emi Dennou]], [[Avira]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Deelel]], [[Tom Magnusson]], [[Deidra]], [[Maximilien]], [[Percival]], [[Faruja Senra]], Merlin (and Archimedes)
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Maira]], [[Quistis Trepe]], [[Morrighan Alazne]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Jack Sparrow]], [[Skoll Ulfang]], [[Hades]], Feige Abramson
|-
|Distrust
|[[Evja]], [[Celina Duvalis]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[Garland]], Alexander Hall???
|-
|}

== Random Quotes ==
=== Something About Killing Fathers, Maybe ===
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Did you just raise the dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "I did in fact just raise the dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Will Sherman says, "...Scary." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "So how long until you cure cancer and solve world hunger?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet for a few moments and then, "You violated causality, raised the dead, made a deal with the lord of the underworld, and spat on what is typically deemed the natural order--because it seemed like the right thing to do?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Was it chocolate-coated?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah, but it takes fifteen minutes for full potency, which is why Legion is taking her time." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon addresses Legion directly. He does the radio equivalent of staring her straight in the face, because radio mage. 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yes. Precisely." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "She seemed a lot more than mostly dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Wait what?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Who was dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet again for a while. and then, "Isaac..." Another pause. "You are a very frightening individual." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Frighteningly /awesome/." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah. Sometimes I get that way." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Mark it well." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "This is not something we can ever repay. Nor can we ever properly thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "But thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You're welcome." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon asides in a more casual tone of voice, "She didn't even have any pockets for loose change." 

=== QFT ===
"EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL!" She yells before darting out the door, throwing an array of smokebombs to cover her escape. DAMMIT! RECCURING VILLAIN!?!?!?!

== Soundtrack ==
1. The Living End -- [http://youtu.be/QYhDUBMeBv4 End of the World] 
2. No More Kings -- [http://youtu.be/_45Rt5HMd-4 King of Rock / Sucka MCs] 
3. Merry Melodies -- [http://youtu.be/3Oe7Q8OCm5I Behold The Wizard] 

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

An Internal Dialogue

2013-04-24T23:30:23Z

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{{Cutscene Header
|Date of Scene=2013/04/24
|Location=The Dream Realm
|Synopsis=Isaac dreams.
|Cast of Characters=Isaac Hanlon, ???
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Nothing in front of him. Nothing beneath his feet. Nothing behind. Just him, not quite floating, not quite falling. It should be terrifying, or disorienting... but it's nothing of the sort.

Sometimes, the nothingness can be sort of peaceful.

But not that peaceful. "This again," he mutters. Isaac closes his eyes, takes a breath. When he opens them, he's sitting on a shard of rock, a chunk of worked stone jutting out of the side of a massive structure that terminates just above eye level. Nothing grows up the ruin, nor around it. When he looks over the edge, he just sees the blackness far below.

The sound of a shoe scuffing against the stone is barely audible. He doesn't have to turn around to know who it is. He looks out into the blackness, hunting for a horizon. It takes his mind off things for a moment more.

The presence stands behind him, looming by its mere inclusion in this place. A prickling grows at the back of his neck, turning into an itch. He sighs silently, and finally, very slightly, turns his head to the side. "Do you live here or something?" he asks irritably.

The second figure steps up alongside him. His reply comes smoothly and easily, in a voice accustomed to a tone of general amusement. "Is there anywhere else?"

"Yeah. Someone else's head. Mine's kind of..." Isaac glances back into the darkness. "Out of order."

"I know. I am, after all, standing here with you, aren't I? Well, so to speak," he asides. "You took a risk." The other voice sounds like it's shrugging. "It might be something of an endearing quality in you, that courage. Have you rethought holding onto it?"

Isaac turns. He looks up at the second person on the stone ledge, a scowl on his face. His companion, such as these things are measured, is smiling in a way that might be called enigmatically. He shrugs a little as if to adjust the cape around his shoulders. The material is of a dark enough shade of blue to almost be black, and it still stands out against the pitch backdrop. He reaches a pale hand up to brush a lock of long black hair out of his eye, and still it falls in his face.

"I thought not." The young man looks out into the distance. "You'll have to contend with that, then, you know. It won't simply go away."

"Shut up, Albireo," Isaac mutters.

"I wouldn't be here if you didn't want my opinion. Just think of me as the angel on your shoulder." Albireo steps up to the edge. He looks down, cape fluttering in a breeze Isaac neither heard nor felt. He turns sideways, stepping along a narrow ridge that runs half the length of the broken monument. "But it /is/ interesting, isn't it? The way these things turn out. It reminds me of a book I once read --"

"Mercade never wrote anything, Albireo," Isaac interrupts, looking back into the void. His voice is hollow. "He didn't have time."

"Didn't he? I rather think he did. All the time in the world, if you will. More than he could have hoped." He turns on the ledge, deftly twisting all the way around and balancing precariously on one foot. "You're living on the razor's edge, Mr. Hanlon. Isaac. I won't say you've bitten off more than you can chew -- I've been there during Sunday breakfast at that bar after all -- but, well, Chaos is..." He sucks a breath through his teeth.

"What?" Isaac looks up with a start. "What did you say?"

"Garland," he replies, enunciating clearly. "I said 'Garland is,' followed by an ellipses. He's more than a man in armor, you know. Of /course/ you know, he showed you, didn't he?" His voice softens a touch. "You made an assumption, incorrectly, I might add, for perhaps the first time in your life. You paid for it. Next time, you won't make the same mistake."

Isaac frowns a little. He stares at Albireo for a long moment before he finally asks, "Why do you say that?"

The young caped man halts in his balancing act. He smiles a little off-kilter. "Why, because I have faith in you." He takes a step to the left, off the platform. He begins to fall, the sound of laughter trailing behind. Isaac jerks, starting to reach a hand out for him and catching himself. He lowers his hand, watching the man plummet.

"Now I /know/ this isn't real," Isaac mutters. "Albireo's never given me a straight answer in his life."

He turns back to the curtain of blackness, once more hunting for a horizon that will never be.

Alberic Lux

2013-04-22T06:50:33Z

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{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Alberic
|lastname=Lux
|age=Older Than He Looks
|image=alberic-face.png
|species=l'Cie
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|series=Final Fantasy XIII
|styles=Damocles System, Empty Swarm
|hometown=Eden, Cocoon
|alignment=Forces of Ruin
|group=Hollow Heralds
|occupation=Branded Wonder-Worker
|quote="A question, simple and impossible: if a heart holds darkness, how can it ever contain hope?"
|footer=Awoke from crystal stasis.
}}
== Profile ==
Alberic Lux is a man from another age. Originally hailing from the world-sphere Cocoon, it was long ago when Alberic was branded and turned into a l'Cie. He has never looked back. One of the few l'Cie to successfully complete his Focus, Alberic continues to do as instructed to this day, an effective agent of the fal'Cie who revels in his effective immortality. A brilliant if whimsical scientist, Alberic is often heedless of the moral implications or possible consequences of his myriad projects -- a methodology that led him to breaking open the Void, and coming to a horrible realization about the nature of the universe and mankind's role in it. Alberic currently pursues his new Focus with a frightening fanaticism, and turns his modular weapon system "Damocles" and arsenal of both holy and ruinous magic against anything that tries to stop him.

== Skills ==
Tattoo Timebomb, Science (Mad, Exclaimation Points), The Void Looked Back, What Can Change The Nature Of A Man?, Double Rainbow? What Does It Mean?, Well A Double Rainbow Is A Phenomenon Of Optics That Displays A Spectrum Of Light Due To The Sun Shining On Droplets Of Moisture In The Atmosphere. Does That Explain It?, EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL

= Miscellaneous =
== Trivia/Facts ==
* Alberic is a particularly old Sanctum l'Cie. His Cocoon Brand is typically hidden, except when he knows it will make a particularly entertaining impact.

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Allies
|[[Feige Abramson]]
|-
|Acquaintances
|[[Avira]], [[Maira]], [[Emi Dennou|Imi Dennou]], [[Vespa]]
|-
|Adversaries
|[[Leida]]
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Alberic Lux

2013-04-22T06:49:27Z

Binary:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Alberic
|lastname=Lux
|age=Older Than He Looks
|image=alberic-face.png
|species=l'Cie
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|series=Final Fantasy XIII
|styles=Damocles System, Empty Swarm
|hometown=Eden, Cocoon
|alignment=Forces of Ruin
|group=Hollow Heralds
|occupation=Branded Wonder-Worker
|quote="A question, simple and impossible: if a heart holds darkness, how can it ever contain hope?"
|footer=Awoke from crystal stasis.
}}
== Profile ==
Alberic Lux is a man from another age. Originally hailing from the world-sphere Cocoon, it was long ago when Alberic was branded and turned into a l'Cie. He has never looked back. One of the few l'Cie to successfully complete his Focus, Alberic continues to do as instructed to this day, an effective agent of the fal'Cie who revels in his effective immortality. A brilliant if whimsical scientist, Alberic is often heedless of the moral implications or possible consequences of his myriad projects -- a methodology that led him to breaking open the Void, and coming to a horrible realization about the nature of the universe and mankind's role in it. Alberic currently pursues his new Focus with a frightening fanaticism, and turns his modular weapon system "Damocles" and arsenal of both holy and ruinous magic against anything that tries to stop him.

== Skills ==
Tattoo Timebomb, Science (Mad, Exclaimation Points), The Void Looked Back, What Can Change The Nature Of A Man?, Double Rainbow? What Does It Mean?, Well A Double Rainbow Is A Phenomenon Of Optics That Displays A Spectrum Of Light Due To The Sun Shining On Droplets Of Moisture In The Atmosphere. Does That Explain It?, EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL

= Miscellaneous =
== Trivia/Facts ==
* Alberic is a particularly old Sanctum l'Cie. His Cocoon Brand is typically hidden, except when he knows it will make a particularly entertaining impact.

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Allies
|[[Feige Abramson]]
|-
|Acquaintances
|[[Avira]], [[Maira]], [[Emi Dennou|Imi Dennou]]
|-
|Adversaries
|[[Leida]]
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Alberic Lux

2013-04-20T03:03:53Z

Binary:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Alberic
|lastname=Lux
|age=Older Than He Looks
|image=alberic-face.png
|species=l'Cie
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|series=Final Fantasy XIII
|styles=Damocles System, Empty Swarm
|hometown=Eden, Cocoon
|alignment=Forces of Ruin
|group=Hollow Heralds
|occupation=Branded Wonder-Worker
|quote="A question, simple and impossible: if a heart holds darkness, how can it ever contain hope?"
|footer=Awoke from crystal stasis.
}}
== Profile ==
Alberic Lux is a man from another age. Originally hailing from the world-sphere Cocoon, it was long ago when Alberic was branded and turned into a l'Cie. He has never looked back. One of the few l'Cie to successfully complete his Focus, Alberic continues to do as instructed to this day, an effective agent of the fal'Cie who revels in his effective immortality. A brilliant if whimsical scientist, Alberic is often heedless of the moral implications or possible consequences of his myriad projects -- a methodology that led him to breaking open the Void, and coming to a horrible realization about the nature of the universe and mankind's role in it. Alberic currently pursues his new Focus with a frightening fanaticism, and turns his modular weapon system "Damocles" and arsenal of both holy and ruinous magic against anything that tries to stop him.

== Skills ==
Tattoo Timebomb, Science (Mad, Exclaimation Points), The Void Looked Back, What Can Change The Nature Of A Man?, Double Rainbow? What Does It Mean?, Well A Double Rainbow Is A Phenomenon Of Optics That Displays A Spectrum Of Light Due To The Sun Shining On Droplets Of Moisture In The Atmosphere. Does That Explain It?, EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL

= Miscellaneous =
== Trivia/Facts ==
* Alberic is a particularly old Sanctum l'Cie. His Cocoon Brand is typically hidden, except when he knows it will make a particularly entertaining impact.

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

File:Alberic-face.png

2013-04-20T03:02:59Z

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David Xanatos

2013-04-17T21:54:03Z

Binary:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=David
|lastname=Xanatos
|age=Pre-Immortal
|image=Xanatos1.png
|caption=Just as planned...
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=> 6'
|series=Gargoyles
|styles=Mastermind, Iron Xan
|hometown=Manhattan
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Xanatos Enterprises
|occupation=Mastermind
|themesong=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N1n5XqwUkYw
|quote=Offer a man enough money, and he'll walk barefoot into Hell.
|footer=Business as usual...?
}}
'''Profile''': Multi-billionaire genius inventor David Xanatos is the ultimate self-made man, having arranged for the seed money of his corporate empire to have been sent to his poor boyhood self from a thousand years in the past. This is only one of many examples of Xanatos' legendary schemes, which are patient, intricate, and infamous for having nothing but winning outcomes... for him. As charismatic as he is manipulative, Xanatos is ruthless and often amoral in his pursuit of power, but never sadistic or cruel; perhaps his most dangerous trait as an opponent is that he allows neither revenge nor conceit to blind his brilliance. He is, however, prone to obsession, and when his revival of the Wyvern Clan Gargoyles failed to secure their loyalty, he pursued a great many plans to coerce, trick or replace them with everything from robots to mutants to clones, in order to have gargoyles in his service. These days, however, his highest priority is securing immortality for himself and his beloved wife and son; accomplishing the rest of his goals is only a matter of time.

'''Skills''': ''Anti-Villain or Anti-Hero Depending On Perspective, Badass Normal, The Chessmaster, Dangerously Genre Savvy, Evil Virtues: Ambition, Hard Work, Love, Patience, Resourcefulness, Determination, Loyalty, Honor., Graceful Loser, Happily Married, Illuminati, Love Is A Weakness, Magnificent Bastard, Nothing Personal, Papa Wolf, Power Armored, Renaissance Man, Tranquil Fury, Wicked Cultured, Namesake of the Xanatos Gambit and Xanatos Speed Chess, That Is A Reason To Be Concerned''

'''Background:'''

''"What good are all the riches in the world if Fox and I can't enjoy them forever?"''

David Xanatos was born a poor fisherman's son, but always knew that with his brains, he could be more. One day, he received a 10th century coin in the mail, invested its $20,000, and founded Xanatos Enterprises. Thus his career as a businessman began, and many billions of dollars later, it has yet to end. Xanatos himself was a brilliant inventor, and the technological corporation remained at the heart of his holdings, but he also acquired the genetics company Gen-U-Tech, the Scarab Corporation robotics firm, and the television franchise Pack Media Studios, among many, many other companies.

He was long driven to prove himself as a self-made man to his father, who seemed to resent David's success because of the mysterious origin of the coin that provided his seed money. The path to doing so was long and arduous, and involved a great many adventures along the way, most notable of which was reviving the Wyvern Clan from their long stone sleep by fulfilling a certain spell's breaking condition of Wyvern Castle being "above the clouds": on top of the tallest Manhattan skyscraper, in this particular case. He was thrilled to discover the legend had been true, but disappointed to find the gargoyles had no trust for humans and little enough love for him. Quickly enough they parted ways.

But the mighty Goliath wasn't through with Xanatos, resenting him for essentially banishing the Manhattan Clan from their ancestral castle, and Xanatos countered his interventions, in turn, with everything from the Steel Clan (robotic gargoyles) to Coldstone (Goliath's brother, resurrected from three dead gargoyles' remains) to mutants (including Derek Masa, brother of another longtime pain in his ass, Elisa Masa) to Thailog (a clone of Goliath). Eventually, however, it was time to move on, and after using Goliath and his former mate Demona to open the Phoenix Gate and go back in time, so that he could show his father how he'd sent himself the seed money for his corporation, he set his sights on greater things, like immortality for his family: Fox, his equally Machiavellian wife, and Alexander, their young son.

With the descent of Manhattan into darkness, Xanatos' time has been split between protecting and consolidating his resources (which includes, in his eyes, the people of Manhattan; he won't stand by when they're being threatened by Heartless, and his weaponry is doubtless instrumental in Manhattan's survival), gathering new ones across the many connected worlds, and searching for an immortality solution less twisted than MacBeth and Demona's. With so much magic now at his fingertips, surely there's a way. This doesn't leave much time for harrassing the Manhattan Clan, and in fact he is happy to let them help him defend Manhattan while he sets up his next moves in the chess game of the universe.

'''Personality:'''

''"Nothing terrifies me, because nothing is beyond my ability to change."''

It's hard to pidgonhole David Xanatos into any one category, which is how he likes it. He's addicted to power, certainly, but is attracted to the love of his life because she's the one thing he can't control. He is utterly pleasant and courteous to his enemies while he's busily manipulating them, in part because he essentially never takes anything personally... unless it threatens his family. He has his own code of ethics, after a fashion, both loyal and honorable in his own twisted way; certainly, he always pays his debts. Nor is he omnicidal in the manner of the bulk of the forces of Ruin -- he doesn't want to destroy the universe, he wants to enjoy it. That's not to say he won't work with them; he's even happy to let them think he's one of them, if it serves his purpose.

Until the descent of his world into darkness, Xanatos really had all the power he honestly wanted, but he really enjoyed gaining it, so as a hobby, he conspired to gain more in absurdly complex ways. Now, he needs even more power, in order to be strong enough to protect all of his holdings and loved ones from the ramped up threat of a newly criss-crossed dimension, and would do some pretty terrible things to get it. He is very, very patient, and endlessly resourceful, and whatever his goals may be, he always has multiple paths to them all laid out, with the closing of one door guaranteed to open another.

It's an open question whether Xanatos' quote above is arrogant or honest self-evaluation. His track record is pretty damn good so far, and he doesn't suffer conceit, even in himself; weaknesses are better recognized and eliminated, than denied. He is undeniably brilliant, quite possibly the scariest schemer in the Kingdom Hearts universe, and sadly has trouble relating to anyone on any levels other than manipulation and counter-manipulation.

Old age is not his last opponent, only the most important one to handle in a timely fashion.

'''Recent Events''':
* Recently Xanatos sent out a call to arms across the Multi-Verse using the Ma Belle system. This all call, calls all forces of Good together to stand against the Forces of Ruin.
* Xanatos has been gathering allies, but not divulging to anybody whom they might be.
* He has been sending out feelers to the various Multi-Verse worlds and opening trade agreements and businesses.
* The Creation of Ma Belle, a subsidiary of Xanatos Enterprises, has recently come full active. This company sells, and maintains communication lines that let people speak to each other regardless of the dimension the two are in. These devices are trans dimensional, and the company is expanding opening and creating news communications towers as well as stores/maintenance shops.

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Alberic Lux

2013-04-17T06:54:07Z

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|firstname=Alberic
|lastname=Lux
|age=Older Than He Looks
|species=l'Cie
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|series=Final Fantasy XIII
|styles=Damocles System, Empty Swarm
|hometown=Eden, Cocoon
|alignment=Forces of Ruin
|group=Hollow Heralds
|occupation=Branded Wonder-Worker
|quote="A question, simple and impossible: if a heart holds darkness, how can it ever contain hope?"
|footer=Awoke from crystal stasis.
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== Profile ==
Alberic Lux is a man from another age. Originally hailing from the world-sphere Cocoon, it was long ago when Alberic was branded and turned into a l'Cie. He has never looked back. One of the few l'Cie to successfully complete his Focus, Alberic continues to do as instructed to this day, an effective agent of the fal'Cie who revels in his effective immortality. A brilliant if whimsical scientist, Alberic is often heedless of the moral implications or possible consequences of his myriad projects -- a methodology that led him to breaking open the Void, and coming to a horrible realization about the nature of the universe and mankind's role in it. Alberic currently pursues his new Focus with a frightening fanaticism, and turns his modular weapon system "Damocles" and arsenal of both holy and ruinous magic against anything that tries to stop him.

== Skills ==
Tattoo Timebomb, Science (Mad, Exclaimation Points), The Void Looked Back, What Can Change The Nature Of A Man?, Double Rainbow? What Does It Mean?, Well A Double Rainbow Is A Phenomenon Of Optics That Displays A Spectrum Of Light Due To The Sun Shining On Droplets Of Moisture In The Atmosphere. Does That Explain It?, EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL

= Miscellaneous =
== Trivia/Facts ==
* Alberic is a particularly old Sanctum l'Cie. His Cocoon Brand is typically hidden, except when he knows it will make a particularly entertaining impact.

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Alberic Lux

2013-04-17T06:48:29Z

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{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Alberic
|lastname=Lux
|age=Older Than He Looks
|species=l'Cie
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|series=Final Fantasy XIII
|styles=Damocles System, Empty Swarm
|hometown=Eden, Cocoon
|alignment=Forces of Ruin
|group=Hollow Heralds
|occupation=Branded Wonder-Worker
|quote="A question, simple and impossible: if a heart holds darkness, how can it ever contain hope?"
|footer=Awoke from crystal stasis.
}}
== Profile ==
Alberic Lux is a man from another age. Originally hailing from the world-sphere Cocoon, it was long ago when Alberic was branded and turned into a l'Cie. He has never looked back. One of the few l'Cie to successfully complete his Focus, Alberic continues to do as instructed to this day, an effective agent of the fal'Cie who revels in his effective immortality. A brilliant if whimsical scientist, Alberic is often heedless of the moral implications or possible consequences of his myriad projects -- a methodology that led him to breaking open the Void, and coming to a horrible realization about the nature of the universe and mankind's role in it. Alberic currently pursues his new Focus with a frightening fanaticism, and turns his modular weapon system "Damocles" and arsenal of both holy and ruinous magic against anything that tries to stop him.

== Skills ==
Tattoo Timebomb, Science (Mad, Exclaimation Points), The Void Looked Back, What Can Change The Nature Of A Man?, Double Rainbow? What Does It Mean?, Well A Double Rainbow Is A Phenomenon Of Optics That Displays A Spectrum Of Light Due To The Sun Shining On Droplets Of Moisture In The Atmosphere. Does That Explain It?, EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL

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= Cutscenes =
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Fallen Star

2013-04-17T06:45:12Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/04/16
|Location=Eastern Continent - Bare Desert
|Synopsis=Rumors say a star has fallen in the desert near Fluorgis. Several adventurers seek it out, and find a lot more than they were expecting.
|Cast of Characters=Reize Seatlan, Avira, Vespa, Violet, Alberic Lux
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' The desert south of Fluorgis is empty of anything worth mentioning. An expanse of sand and sun, the desert is remarkable for its location and for little else... but that doesn't necessarily mean nothing remarkable could appear within it. Rumors passed from lips to ear in taverns throughout Fluorgis and beyond that speak of a falling star cloaked in darkness. Supposedly, it fell to the desert only two nights prior. Astrologers have been worried by the phenomenon, and marks have already been put out for people to investigate. Of course, the reward is paltry for the possible danger, but you get to keep whatever you find inside... The desert sun beats down on the sands of the desert as you cross through whichever means an individual might prefer. It isn't terribly difficult for a skilled adventurer to figure out where to go, and once you've got the general direction, the location of the fallen 'star' becomes remarkably clear. In that direction, the dunes begin to follow a pattern, quickly falling into an obvious ripple out from a central point. Going across them is simple. The centerpoint is a crater, filled with bright glass glittering in the sunlight. On top of it is what looks like a massive chunk of dirt and rock, seemingly scooped up from somewhere else and deposited here. The incongruous plateau of sorts is covered in green grasses, flowering plants and broken hills, the landscape shattered and dropped partially off, leading to grassy cliffs winding up the sides of the 'star.' At the very top is a structure, but it's difficult to tell what of from the edge of the crater. An enterprising adventurer has already put up a rope bridge from the edge of the crater to partway up what looks like an easier advance through the broken cliff faces. It's the easiest way to get onto it, though it means someone has beaten you here.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' To Avira, this portion of the desert was officially "flyover country." Or it would be flyover country as soon as she got her airship. Chocobos would have to do for now. Her purpose for coming to Fluorgis was actually to recruit the aid of certain allies residing in this city. ...buuuut being here also gave her the opportunity to pick up a mark or two. Given the "storm" coming to Traverse Town, Avira was well aware of her future need for funding. Paltry rewards and possible treasure were well worth the effort-and things that fall from the sky are practically MADE of treasure. Or alien symbiotes that grant unfathomable power at the cost basic thinking. Avira marshals her chocobo atop the crest of a sand dune, lifting a fingerless-gloved hand to drag her goggles down to around her neck. Her position gives her an excellent view of the crater with its rather unusual land formation in the middle, which immediately draws a raised eyebrow. Such an oasis was not typical of this section of the desert and such a thing would have been well documented already. "Fascinating." she drawls, spotting the rope bridge and urging her chocobo towards it. She doesn't cross upon the beast, but dismounts and ties it down to one of the nearby rope posts. Well aware of what the presence of this bridge means, Avira hurries across it.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa came along with Avira, to the location of this falling star. She had heard of stars falling out of the sky, but to see what acutally fell. Now that was intersting indeed! Could be tresure or something else. She was hoping for the treasure. "That a pretty big crater..", Vespa says looking down into the crater. She quickly follows behind Avira onto the rope brige.

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' The rumors of a fallen star is something that worried the young adventurer. While normally, this sounds like a very exciting tale for an adventure, Reize was partially worried due to his pendant. How affected or connected is it to his 'star'? That, the boy doesn't know. Nevertheless, the leader of the Shard Seekers made his move. With his fellow Shard Seeker not too far behind him, Reize is leading Violet along to the centerpoint of the rippling path. "Oooiii, Violet! There it is!" The boy waves a hand, running off to pursue it. And yet, when a rope bridge is set at the crater, Reize blinks and he says, "Awww, someone is already here!" He blinks, "Oh! Avira!" The boy waves a hand her way, then he hurries along the rope-bridge. 

:'''[[Violet]] has posed:''' Violet tries to keep up with Reize, though the excited boy has the tendency to move at his own pace for the most part. The soft blonde tail of her ponytail sways back and forth with her movement as she finally catches up with the Shard Seekers' leader, coming to a pause just long enough to see the rope bridge. "Already?" she asks with a frown. "That was rather quick."

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' The rope bridge proves sturdy, as do the posts holding it up from either side. Whoever set it up knew what they were doing. It gently sways as people cross, the desert wind whistling between the strange object and the glassy crater. From the bridge, it looks like a climb is going to be necessary. Given the rather impressive drop... Thankfully, it isn't. The bridge leads to a section of the fallen land-mass with a steep incline running up the edge of the cliff. Narrow, sure, but it isn't a sheer cliff. Getting up to the top of it will merely take a minute of quietly cursing whoever invented hills. The land-mass levels out on top. There's something of an overgrown lawn leading to the structure itself, now much more easily visible. The multi-story building is made with what looks like white stone from the outside, with gracefully curving architecture. It looks ancient... or it would, if it weren't for the metal-and-frosted-glass double doors in the front, the keycard reader to the side of it, and the geodesic dome attached to the far side of it. In actuality, it seems like a very strange mix of modern and ancient styles. The entire mass is slightly tilted. There are broken panels on the dome, and the upper stories of the building are collapsed inward, though chunks of rubble litter the lawn that look like they could've been from the rooftop. Water pools on the other side of the structure and runs off of the entire mass, evidence of a shattered pipe somewhere over there. Investigation will in fact yield such, and big enough to crouch in. You have several ways in. There is no evidence of which way the others went. What do you do?

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Halfway across the bridge, Avira hears a familiar voice that makes her cringe a little. On one hand, yes, she did want to catch up with Reize. On the other...well, now they're both competing for the same treasure AND there's that teeny, tiny, other little Reize-based problem to deal with. His horrible luck. Fearing this will manifest itself in the rope brige suddenly snapping or giant vultures attacking, Avira quickens her pace across the bridge, motioning for Vespa to follow. "HI REIZE FANCY MEETING YOU HERE HA HA HA ...hah." She scrambles to the other side and claws her way up the incline, taking a moment to sit on the edge of the cliff for a few seconds once she has scaled it. A hand is offered down to Vespa to pull her up. "Huh..." Turning to face the ruins, Avira looks surprised. "You know, I heard that when a star goes out in the sky, that means another world has fallen. So maybe shooting stars are pieces of worlds? This would definitely be a big shard." Drawing closer to the building, she looks it over, quickly recognizing the more modern aspects integrated into the architecture. She reaches out and touches the keycard reader, her lips drawn into a thin smile. Pulling her hand away, she starts to circle the grounds, looking up at the higher levels. "Let's get inside-oh, here we go." Avira heads for the geodesic dome and starts to scale the side to where the missing panels are as a means to get in.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa quickly follows Avira, across the brige "Thanks Avira.", she says as she takes Avira hand and get pulled up. Vespa hmms thinking on Avira's question. "That a bit depressing but and intersting theory. I heard one theroy that all gold comes from stars. " She follows Avira scaling the side.

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' The feeling of the sturdy rope has Reize grinning, "Whoaa! This will definitely work!" He starts climbing along it, feeling it sway around. Even as the rough desert wind continues to sway them around, Rize looks at Violet. "Come on! Let's go! Hang on tight as well!" Once the bridge leads to a section of the landmass with a steep incline. Reize is making his way along that incline. It's a long, trudging trip along the hills. However, Reize remains spirited and strong! He shall brave this steep hill! While the structure becomes visible, Reie looks up with a whistle, "Whoooaaaa..." He gazes in awe over the building's archiac architecture and the shape. He eyes the dorway, tilting his head at the tech. As it presents itself to be tilted, Reize eyes the panel and he looks at Avira and the others. "...I wonder that as well." He shuts his eyes, "... I partially wonder if it is similar to the pendant." He pauses, "Nah, can't be." However, her words does make Reize think. What if someone's world has fallen. "..Maybe a survivor?" he blinks. He starts rummaging along, then he sees a path on the other side, "Oh hey!" There is a shattered pipe over there. Reize looks at Violet, "Violet! Let's go in through here!" There is a bit of the competetive edge in the boy regarding the clan rivalry. Get to the treasure first.

:'''[[Violet]] has posed:''' Violet isn't as confident as Reize is, eyeing the rope bridge for a long moment or two even as he starts climbing across. At least it's sturdy. Gripping the sides tightly as advised, the pale-haired girl follows her leader towards the other landmass, towards the crater where the star was supposed to have fallen. Once on solid land, Violet breathes a silent prayer for but a moment before her interest is drawn towards the building as well. Her bright blue eyes scan in curiously before her attention is pulled away, to Reize as he calls her name. Blinking once, Violet frowns as she nears him, "Through a pipe?"

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' The dome's lowest broken panels are about ten feet up. Avira and Vespa climb up without issue, using the metal bracing on the outside for hand- and foot-holds. The inside is dimly lit; the interior surface of the dome is fogged up with something or other, appearing almost inky and black. Hmm. The dome is quartered off into what look like small habitats, full of odd plants, sand, rocks, and water, respectively. The duo have dropped into the rocky portion. There is a silver dagger here, slick with dark fluid. The door is torn off, opening into an observation chamber with a white, sterile hallway leading deeper into the facility. All the other doors are wrecked, too. Evidence of a battle is clear. Reize and Violet instead go for the pipe. It's a wet, crouching trek into the dark interior, with the sound of rushing water as their company. Fortunately, it doesn't look like a waste pipe; the water is crystal-clear, and the source is apparent as they get further in: a reservoir, a huge holding tank stuck partially in the floor of a big, now-flooded room. The water is flowing outward. The room looks like it's full of pipes and fuseboxes, with some kind of computer terminal attached to the wall. The computer, and the room, are dark. Stairs from that room lead upwards, further into the interior. The door at the top of the stairs is twisted on its frame, and will need some muscle (or magic) to get open -- and the length of piping serving as a door bar from this side might need to be removed, too. Who put it there? Did they get out? There is a quiet groaning noise throughout the whole facility. Lights flicker on for a second, bathing the interior rooms in white light before going dead again. The dim boom of thunder is audible from deeper inside, followed by a crash of metal.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Isn't it? Kind of makes you sad when you gaze at the stars." she pauses, "Gold from stars? You know, I hope so, because that means we'll find some gold in here!" Turns out Avira's pretty good at climbing and she scrambles her way up the metal struts of the dome very quickly. Before dropping down, she peers inside as carefully as possible. "Seems like there might be some smoke or something in there. I think I see light too..." Nonetheless, she takes a second to prepare and slides her goggles back over her eyes. Carefully, she sits on one of the metal struts, wrapping a leg around it, and grabs an object out of one of her many pouches on her belt. Turns out it's a miner's flashlight, meant to be mounted on a hat, but the head strap works fine against Avira's head. Dropping down, she peers about carefully, noting the discarded weapon and the signs of a fight in the immediate area. Gingerly, she picks up the dagger and shows it to Vespa, gesturing at the tip, then miming 'quiet' motions. Her movements become very quiet afterwards as she slinks after the path of destroyed doors. It's almost as if she's practiced moving quietly quite a bit!

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' pose follows Avira up smiling. "..any sort of treasure would be nice..", she just watches Avira surpised at now nimble she is. She spots the dagger too, silenty wishing to herself that she had a smaller weapon on hand, Al was too big and would make too much attention if she bought it out.. She follows Avira moivng silenty and carefully after her, almost as if done this kind of thing before...

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' "Of course," answers Reize. As they travel further within the pipe, they are treated to the sound of the water. As they make they way ahead, the boy looks down at the crystal clear water. "Ooh! Fresh water!" He leans over to smell it before chancing a sip. The two arrive at a reservoir. "... Whoa!" He looks around to see the strange technological devices. The boy is looking at the computer terminal at the end. Popping over his shoulder, Ivo in a devil outfit says, "Reize, press some buttons. You can get this running." "Really?" Reize asks. Devil Priel appears over his other shoulder, "Yeah! Press it! Press the buttons! They're shiny!" "Okay!" As Reize chimes out, both influences disappear and Reize makes his way to the computer. Yep, Reize is pressing random buttons. "I think I've seen this on the magical box that's at Manhattan before! I think Zia called it a TV!" 

:'''[[Violet]] has posed:''' 'Of course' he says. As if crawling through pipes were an everyday occurrence. Violet gives Reize a brief flat glance for a short moment before she follows him into the pipe, with some reluctance. Thankfully the water wasn't as she anticipated. Otherwise she would make Reize pay for a new dress. That should be a clause in the Shardseekers' Contract. That should Reize led any of the girl adventures into mentioned adventures resulting in ruined clothing, he would be responsible for replacing said garment. Violet makes a note for that later. Once inside, she pushes herself to her feet and blinks her crystal blue eyes at the technology around them, frowning just slightly with confusion. "Where are we?" Her question is forgotten however when Reize steps up to the equipment and starts pressing buttons. Allot of them.

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' Reize does the daring thing and pushes a whole bunch of buttons. The terminal lights up after the first one, showing a desktop of what looks like some kind of airships in a parade formation. A window pops up and covers it a few button-presses later. There are pressure readouts, all of them with meters almost bottomed-out, and some kind of emergency evacuation plan along with a map of the area. It looks like it definitely used to be part of a larger facility. There's a clicking noise like the computer was thinking, hanging for a couple seconds. Three hundred instances of single player Triple Triad pop up, simultaneously and inexplicably. The entire machine crashes and dies. If that wasn't enough, the room gets brighter very suddenly. The water in the yellow. They are watching you. Avira and Vespa sneak off deeper in. The hallway's lights flicker on and off, making it tough to watch the floor for debris. The hallway past the destroyed doors and the dome branches, with the main tunnel leading off to the left and curving into another observation area. If one of them dares peek in, they'll see scattered chairs that used to be bolted to the floor, with a few still set and pointed at windows that look down into a bigger chamber. Inside the room is what looks an awful lot like a Heartless. It seems grey instead of pitch black, with the same yellow eyes, but it seems terribly fragile. It is long and lanky, hunched over, with long claws and a mouth that hangs open that seems to just be the outline of a jaw with nothing inside. It is accompanied by three of its fellows. Three of them are rooting through what looks like piles of machinery of some kind, carefully peeling them apart to see whats inside. The fourth is clawing at the sealed door into the room the chamber overlooks. There are two bodies in the room. You can see a gauntlet underneath some rubble, and a booted foot near the door. Neither are moving.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Progress is slow since Avira doesn't want to make much noise. The small silver dagger has been stowed for now in one of Avira's pouches-seems she too isn't all that accustomed to small arms, preferring the longer reach of the Spine. The light upon her head does seem to help mitigate the constant flickering but even after a while, it still grows irritating and distracting. Slipping through the halls, Avira gravitates to the observation room and peers down. Spying the creatures within, a gasp escapes her before she covers her mouth, then covers the light with her. "Heartless!" she hisses quietly, looking through the window, counting them. Their behavior is unusual, oddly careful around the machines. Normally Heartless, unless being -directed by someone- did not move around objects with such care. Her attention is quickly drawn to the fourth, which claws at the door. Strange. Heartless should just be able to melt into the ground and escape, right? "Or maybe not.." she looks to the bodies. "...Heartless don't leave behind bodies. Whatever they are, I think they're trapped." It looks like a pair of adventurers trapped them at the cost of their own lives too, she notes. "We should probably leave them trapped. Let's keep moving."

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa follows Avira walking slowly and quietly as as she can. She looks down at the creatures to.. She wonders looking the heartless like creatures.. She not sure what they are. She nods in agreement with Avira, best idea is to avoid a fight. "Yes, best to err on the side of caution.. Onward."

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' Lots of buttons yield the group a nice terminal that lights up and shows a desktop of some airships in parade formation. As there are pressure readouts, Reze looks at the screen. "Oooh. Oh hey! There is a map!" He glances back at Violet. He is certain that the two aren't quite nearby, "Anna, what can you make of this?" He gazes at the screen, peering closely until.... Three hundred instances of Triple Triad pops up and then crashes. ... "... Oops." And the room brightens. Reize twists around to see the water rising to waist level, "ACK!" It is glowing and the light blossoms from it. Annnnnd they are yellow eyed. "...Uuuh, Anna?" The boy is withdrawing both of his boomerangs, "We may want to prepare to fight and to go up those stairs!" Gesturing one of his boomerangs along the stairs leading further into the interior, Reize shifts his stance to cover Violet. "Move!" In fact, Reize could had sworn he heard some groaning noise earlier. ...Hopefully those yellow-eyed things aren't it. With those stairs leading along, Violet may find the door at the top twisted along the frame that may require some magic--- as well as the length of piping serving a the door bar that needs to be removed. 

:'''[[Violet]] has posed:''' Violet blinks her eyes against the light as it suddenly brights up the screen, her gaze flicking over the images with a confused frown. She pauses for a full moment or so, considering Reize's question, before the computer crashes. "Um, so much for that... whatever it was." The water quickly rose and the glowing... "Yeah, I am starting to think that it is not safe in here." she agrees. The hand is quick to go to the hilt of her sword as they both hurry towards the stairs, water rushing off when they climb two or three steps at a time to a door at the very top. "Should I freeze the door?"

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' The Heartless in the observation chamber don't spot their observers. Small favors. Avira and Vespa can follow the branching corridors into another chamber at the end of a longer corridor. The door appears to be jammed open, slid partway into the wall, some sort of metal security door. The interior is dimly lit with a bluish radiance, but you can't see the inside from the hall; it looks like there's a coat-rack (plus coat) in sight, but the rest of the room is off to the left past the door. The other nearby branch of the corridor leads to a sheer drop off the edge of the land-mass, into the glassed crater. You may not want to go that way. Down in the flooded room, though, Reize and Violet begin to have some problems. The bright yellow eyes follow them as they retreat to the damaged door. The water ripples, and a half-dozen of the grey Heartless rise out of it, all in a cluster, all in a row. Water seems to get dragged up with them, streams of it absorbed into their bodies. They bloat up, tinting blue and looking a lot more... well, watery. It's like they just adapted to what they were sitting in. Now they're more like /balloons/ with claws. The groaning noise happens again. The entire facility shakes, very slightly. The lights flicker again. All the Heartless advancing on the pair stop and look straight up for four solid seconds.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Once out of earshot of the Heartless in the room, Avira breathes a small sigh of relief. "Well that was a little too close for comfort. At least they seem trapped somehow." She stops for a long moment and looks back towards the room, an unreadable look on her face as she thinks about the pair of people that met a miserable end here. Adventurers, just like them. The next branch they investigate seems to lead to the outside to a drop-off into the crater. Avira only goes far enough to confirm this is the case before backing out of the branch entirely. After that, the next branch leads to the longer corridor with the security door. Avira tries to peer inside, but doesn't get very far since the door is mostly blocking. The dim radiance suggests maybe consoles are activated within. "Get your weapon ready, Vespa, I'm going to squeeze into there." she warns, moving to do just that. In one hand, she starts to prepare some of her ice magic, just in case something unseen inside the room attacks her.

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vepsa breaths a sighs of relif as they are away from the Heartless, she tires her best not to let the fate of what happend to the two people that were in that room. "Okay", Vepsa says nodding in response to Avira question. Her huge axe appearing her hands, she holds it veritally the top of the blade hitting the ceiling while the hip of the hande touches the floor."Be careful Avira", she says ready to pry open the door if anything goes wrong..

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' "Freeze the door and pull it apart! Quickly!" That is all that Reize could command out as the Heartless are all emerging from the water. The boy is already running aling the stairs, trying to get away from th monsters. Given the fact tht those half-dozen of the grey heartless cluster up, Reize wants nothing to do with them. Oh wow, they adapt to their surroundings like chameleons. That's kind of scary. "Hurry!" Reize calls out, then the groaning noise happens again. When the facility shakes, the boy notices the flickering lights. The attention is off of them! Reize makes it up the stairs with Violet, then he starts tugging on the door and even go as far as feeling around until he finds the handle bar. Reaching into his bag of tricks, he is using a small mallet to strike at the bar to loosen it from the door.

:'''[[Violet]] has posed:''' Didn't have to tell her twice. Already her sword was becoming a bright glow of white frost as Violet take a few precise steps towards the door, towards her target. With three slashes through open air, frost swiftly travels outwards over its surface to completely freeze the door through and through. And with one hit, it shatters into pieces. Violet snaps her eyes over her shoulder at Reize, only to tense to see the number of Heartless that were emerging. "Come on!" she grabs for his hand, pulling him into motion.

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' Avira squeezes past the door. The longcoat on the coatrack in front of her is a very dark green, covered in dust and obviously old. To her left is the room itself, opening into a wide, circular space after she descends three metal steps. There are consoles. They are arranged on either side of a grey metal slab. Inside a recession in the slab is what appears to be a metal rod, or a sheathed sword, primarily white with a red bar lengthwise up the middle of it. It has a hand-and-a-half grip but no crossguard, and is squared at the edges. To Avira's tech-savvy eye, it looks kind of like a recharging cradle. Despite being in the center of it, though, the consoles are not the primary feature of the room. Behind the cradle is the source of the light: a statue of a man, tall and lanky, with his hands placed on the back edge of the slab. The man is rendered in smooth, unbroken blue crystal, down to his neck-length, somewhat messy hair, and the crystal labcoat falling just where it would have if it were real. He stands in the middle of a formation of the same crystal, blunted spikes of it fanned out behind him. To the right collector, it would be worth a fortune -- but that doesn't explain why it's here. And, behind the statue, there is what is definitely some kind of reactor. Two truncated cones point into a middle point, where a mass of white and grey energy roils and swirls. It pulses violently, and the room lights up again for just a second. That is probably the source of all the weird tremors. Reize tries to take the slightly more careful approach to the door. He gets the bar most of the way out, but the way the door is warped makes it difficult to fully remove it. Violet solves the problem by just out-and-out shattering it, scattering shards of ice all over. There is a creak of metal, and a deactivated and damaged security robot made in sleek, angular metal falls inward, tumbling into the water. It might have been the reason the door was damaged. The hall beyond is clear, save for dark, long-dried stains. There is another staircase at the far end, with the hall on that end collapsed inward. A maintenance hatch is slightly ajar to the side of the stairs, leading into the same lab that Avira has found herself in. You'll have to crawl, but it looks too small for the bloated Heartless to follow... if they can't just go through the walls. They focus their attention on Violet and Reize as soon as the door explodes. The Heartless bounce forward, another six of them swarming out of the water. These dive for the robot chassis, pushing past one another and melting into it. It spasms in the water, arcs of electricity shooting off of it as they cram themselves in. They get jammed up in the doorway, grasping claws reaching for the adventurers.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Green happens to be Avira's favorite color! That coat on the coatrack is swiped by the scarred woman and thrown over a shoulder. Once she gives the room a good and quick look, she motions for Vespa to follow. "All clear." she says, figuring that she'll want to put Al away so she can follow. A closer examination of the room follows with Avira pointedly not messing with the consoles. She's quick to point out the reactor-like device to Vespa. "These panels are probably linked to that. Looks pretty unstable. Seems like this thing is providing the power to this facility." Avira examines the recharging cradle next, again hesitant to touch it. "A weapon...? Looks..." Cautiously, she touches the grip but does not try to pull it out of the slab. "Looks like it might be charging there." Inevitably, she's drawn to the crystal, which she walks around in wonder. "Woooow, look at this thing. I bet it'd be worth a fortune." She reaches out and touches the face of the statue. "But I have no idea how we'd manage to move it out of here."

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa follows Avira in, after she give the all She looks around, smirking a bit at Avira new coat. "I hope we get something more that just a coat from this exploration! She look at the reactor and the panels. "I have no idea what any of this stuff does.. Unstable. Great.", she looks at the statue as well. "I don't know either.. Breaking it apart would make it lose it value.. Take a while to get it out of here. Not sure we have the time do that..", she hmms a bit pondering..

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' His careful manner did not work as intended, given that the door is warped. However, Violet does a great job in shattering it with her arctic abilities. "Wooo! We did it!" The boy glances at the bloated creatures, "Okay! We better go---" Suddenly, a damaged security robot falls inard, tumbling past them and falls into the water. "Whoa!" Reie looks down, then he sweatdrops, "I guess that solves that?" He shakes his hed, then he walks ahead. As they walk along the hall, Reize looks around until he sees the staircase ahead. Of course, the hall is collapsed inward. "We'll have to crawl through." Reize turns his head to see that the Heartless are bouncing forward, "Grrrrr!" Reize yelps, then he ushers Violet maintenance hatch. "Let's go!" Reize is preparing to follow her, looking back to beat back any of the Heartless with the boomerangs, if necessary. However, given that they are jammed at the doorway, it will buy them some time. 

:'''[[Violet]] has posed:''' Violet glances over to the edge of the water with caution, if only for a moment of apprehension. "Lets keep moving before more show up..." she murmurs softly, looking just a bit longer than Reize before she quickly turns to catch up with him. Entering the hall, he spots the staircase first and points it out to her, though unfortunately collapsed into itself. Sounds of the Heartless are quick at their heels, and Violet gives Reize a worried glance if but for a moment before she enters first, pushing way pieces of the building as she makes her way through.

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' Touching the hilt of the weapon -- for it is clearly a weapon -- yields a brief shock. It isn't from poor shielding or anything, but more from Avira getting an instant feel for the kind of power it holds. She may not be a /powerful/ mage, but she is still a magic-user, and the barest touch tells her that, yes, this thing is getting a magical charge, and a /big/ one. Which means that the reactor is... Vespa's pondering may pay off. There is a box in the corner of the room, and a large one at that. The box is labeled 'SECONDARY SPECIMEN STORAGE NO. 3' in big, block letters printed on the lid, and is stacked on two others. It's small enough to pick up and move, and durable enough that you could probably drop it from a height and only worry about fragile things inside of it. It feels a lot like a dungeon-specific treasure chest. The Heartless finally get through the door. Reize will have to hold them off for a moment; four of the watery ones are diving for the two of them, coming forward fully with intent to slice him up with their claws. Behind them, the other water ones cram through the door, and behind /them/, the security robot gets up. It has a greyish cast to it now, with bright yellow spots where its sensors would be. Metal forms into claws where its hands would be, and what looks like some kind of projectile weapon forms beneath those. It starts forward just as Violet gets into the hatch. The reactor surges again. The entire building shakes violently, tilting to the right a few degrees as the land beneath it starts to give way. The lights brighten to painful brilliance. All at once, they die, leaving the interior of the building swathed with darkness -- including the lab, where the light from the statue gutters out at the same time, and the reactor's energy casts only flickering shadows. A handful of seconds later, reddish emergency lights flicker on all throughout the facility. Avira is abruptly face to face with a man and not a statue. He looks right at her, a serious expression on his face. His right eye is dimly luminescent for a moment, glowing with a white light in some sort of complex vertical pattern for just an instant. "Is that my coat?" he asks, sounding genuinely puzzled.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira does know a thing or two about charging a weapon with magic. She does it all the time when fighting! Of course, this kind of charging registers as kind of different to Avira so she immediately jerks her hand back, thinking it to be electrified for a few seconds before realizing that the 'shock' she got was not electricity. Slowly, she touches the hilt again, letting her fingers wrap around the grip. At that very second as she starts to pull on the sword, the reactor surges and grow unstable. Yelping, she shields her eyes as the lights become too bright, then suddenly die. Then she finds herself staring at an actual person. The man will, in turn, get Avira's headlamp aimed at his face. The huntress yelps in alarm and steps backwards, backing onto the sword charging station. She looks to the coat slung over her shoulder, then back to the suddenly very alive man that was very clearly just a crystal statue. "I don't know, is it?"

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Oh look a box! Shiny... She goes over to it about to pick it up when Avira screams. She turns around swing her oversize axe the blade scraping the ceiling and she points it at the man that seemingly appeared out of no where. Where dhd the statue go? Oh the man was the statue or something.. She a bit glad she didn't try and break it! She keeps her axe pointed at him. "Are you okay Avira?", she sighs. "Just give him the coat.."

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' "...I'll catch up." Reize immediately moves over to push Violet ahead, then he turns to face the Heartless. Both boomerangs readied, the boy grits his teeth and he sucks in a breath, "Okay! Here we go!" He begins to move about, shifting his stance to take an aggressive one; both boomerangs are held inverted as he leans forward. He had enough of trying to run. The boy springs ahead, swinging his leg out to strike one of them owards the other. A boomerang meets with heir claws, and then a burst of speed erupts from him as he seeks to send them bowling back to the security robot. Everything goes to hell. The entire building shakes violently, causing Reize to stumble over. And lights go out. "Bwuh?!" Next, red lights flash across the facility. "Whoa, what's going on?!"

:'''[[Violet]] has posed:''' Giving Reize a apprehensive look, Violet complies (for the moment) and digs herself through the rubble, making a path as she goes deeper. She doesn't dare a glance back for if she does, she'll just end up rushing to his side to fight the Heartless off together. After a few minutes is when the building actually shakes and Violet feels the floor move beneath her, just before whatever lights there are disappear completely.

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' The man cringes away from the lamp. He holds up a hand to shield his eyes, turning his head away from it. He frowns. "Would you please look up? Or down? Or left?" There's a slight pause. "Not right," he adds offhandedly. The emergency hatch pops open on Avira's right from stress alone an instant after, with the Heartless, Reize and Violet on the other side. They're fended off by Reize's deft display of boomerangmanship, deflected back and staggered by resistance they clearly weren't expecting. They hit the robot, one striking an outstretched claw and bursting, disintegrating into a cloud of grey dust. The possessed machine fires wildly, a bolt of blue energy lancing out past Reize's head and blasting a hole in the rubble behind the two of them. The noise is audible through the hatch. "Secondly --" Vespa swings her huge axe down. The edge scrapes against a conduit in the ceiling, sending down a jet of steam towards an unoccupied side of the room with a loud hiss. The man frowns a little more. "-- would you please cease threatening me with your... is that an axe? How delightfully quaint." He carries on as if he hadn't said anything. "Would you please cease threatening me with your axe, before I'm forced to do something..." He trails off. He looks to the side for a second, tilting his head. His eyes flick back to Vespa. The emergency lighting seems to catch off his strange eye. His expression is cold, despite the casual tone to his voice. "...unkind?" "And thirdly --" The room shakes again as the reactor pulses. The groaning is louder. The sounds of cables snapping in the distance and of glass breaking echoes through the mostly-empty halls. The man turns around, regarding the boiling energy. "-- what happened to my entropic reactor?" Digging through the rubble is possible, but time-consuming. There is still an open passage in the wall, though Reize can hold off the Heartless long enough for Violet to clear out the rubble behind them... in theory.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Look-" Avira reaches up, while taking note of the strangeness in this man's eye, and turns off her headlamp. "Near as I can tell, this building, this piece of your world broke off. Probably when your world was destroyed. It crashed down in the middle of a desert so whatever damage you are seeing to your entropic reactor..." She pauses to reflect on that phrase, which translates to 'stupidly dangerous power source' in non-SCIENCE speak. "..probably happened on impact." She looks towards the hatch and hears the sounds of battle beyond it. She can recognize Reize because she knows what he sounds like when fighting. Resigned, she tosses the green coat at him. "Vespa, we've got to get out of here. I strongly suspect that-" she points at the reactor, "-is going to explode."

:'''[[Vespa]] has posed:''' Vespa says, "Quait? Quaint? You take that back! You hurt Al's feelings!!!" , she hmps and bring her axe up to her side. "Oh. Oh. Is that all. Okay time to leave then!", she grabs the treasue box too. She not leaving her empty handed!"

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' The good: The Heartless are driven back. Reize manages to knock them away from getting to Violet. Given that Reize took a stance in order to protect his teammates, he wanted to keep the numbers down as well. The bad: Oh hey, robot is firing--OH GOD LASERS! Reize yelps and he dives away, "Aaaaackkkk!" The laser strikes near the hatch. Reize grits his teeth and he quickly makes his way along the rubble. "Okay, we beter hurry!" And as Reize goes through, he is making his way to steer Violet along the open passage. And then... he hears a voice. Or two. Or three. Both of them are familiar, "Ooooiii! Avira! Vespa!" They said it's time to go? "Grrr... that's it." He reaches for Violet's hand. "I got an idea! ...Hold on tightly." This is not going to end well. ....Imagine a massive burst that explodes everywhere. Yes. Reize decided to blow a hole in the entire structure. They needed an exit and lord did they need to get rid of the Security Bot as well. Reize used his spell to make things explode. ...Violet is likely covered in soot, but otherwise, unscathed. Reize, however, is charred. Cough. Smoke expels from his mouth. "Exit made."

:'''[[Alberic Lux]] has posed:''' The man blinks a couple times when the light is off. He adjusts his collar slightly, looking back over his shoulder at Avira now that she's not shining a light in his face. "Thank you. Now!" He claps his hands together and looks back to the reactor. There's a long moment while he examine it, looking into the expanding cloud of odd light. "Aahhh, it used to be so /beautiful/," he murmurs, shaking his head sadly. "If only..." Another tremor, this time from Reize. The wall between the lab and the maintenance corridors Reize and Violet found themselves in disintegrates. The outermost wall blows outward at the same time, opening to a now-charred swath of land and a sheer drop. Light floods in, illuminating the chambers as the emergency lighting... well, ceases to exist. The tremors, however, do not stop -- they become constant, and a rattling builds as things begin to shake loose all around. The man looks to Reize and then the reactor. He looks stunned for a moment. There is a brief instant where his expression reads 'nice job breaking it, hero' before he turns to the thing in the cradle. "Damocles," he says, speaking softly, as if to a child, "awaken." The cradle hisses, and there's a series of clicks as internal clamps release. He reaches in and plucks the weapon out of it, holding it one-handed. He eyes Vespa for a second, and her axe. "I'm sorry, Al, if I hurt your feelings." He sounds gentle again. "Now then. I have been asleep for quite some time, and I don't have any particular desire to experience --" The reactor promptly explodes. A cloud of grey and white light, like puffs of smoke boiling outward, engulfs the land-mass the building and the adventurers are on. The desert outside is mirrored inside the cloud, images of it warped and twisted every which way. There is a sensation of being crushed and twisted, and a droning noise like the world was objecting to whatever was happening to it, and doing it amazingly loudly. Everyone experiences terrible vertigo for what feels like hours, but is, in reality, a span of seconds. Then, falling. They hit the dunes outside the crater, clipping the top of the sands and rolling down the side of one of the largest. The entire group of them comes down near the same place. A rain of stones and metal follows, bits and pieces of the odd oasis falling across what must be miles of desert. The sky is, for a brief instant, dominated by a pool of inky blackness that hangs in space. The blackness disappears. The sun comes back out. The man stands up with a muttered, "That." He brushes himself off, picking up the weapon and looking across the sands. There is an expression of mild frustration on his face, and he sighs, perhaps long-sufferingly. He walks over to Avira and plucks the green coat off her shoulder, tossing it over his own. The three crates promptly fall from the sky, lids vanished. Turns out they were full of munny and tons of the items you expect to come from beating up Heartless. Who knew? GOOD END TRIPLE TRIAD PC: DESTROYED FOREVER

Isaac Hanlon

2013-04-02T07:53:41Z

Binary: /* Relationships */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Isaac
|lastname=Hanlon
|age=21
|image=Isaac bestimg.png
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|weight=190 lbs.
|series=Original Character
|styles=DJ Hero
|hometown=Manhattan(?)
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Radio Free Magi
|themesong=No More Kings -- King of Rock / Sucka MCs
|quote="That's right: it's the ZERO HOUR! I'm your host, DJ Zero, and it is my duty -- nay, my privilege -- to bring the truth to your ears and pull the wool from your eyes."
|footer=Last spotted caught in a car chase on a bicycle.
}}
== Profile ==
Isaac Hanlon is a young man who has seen far too much for the time hes lived. While claiming to be from the isle of Manhattan like many others in the Twilight Detective Agency, Isaac is truthfully from a world that no longer exists, one of the few who survived when Armageddon came. A practitioner of magic of exceptional skill and perhaps curious power, Isaac wanders worlds looking for a solution to the menace that is the Heartless, seeking to prevent further catastrophes like the one that took his home from him. Isaac is good-hearted, quick-witted and possesses a magnetic personality, and he employs this as his persona of "DJ Zero," a voice that takes to the radio waves of innumerable worlds when midnight rings to dispense pointed wisdom, ancient lore, and excellent tunes.

== Skills ==
You're On The Air, The Truth Is Out There, Just Click Here And Find Out, Something Something Indistinguishable From Magic, My Name Is Isaac Hanlon; Conjure With It At Your Own Peril, DJ Professor Z, Mythbuster, I'm A PC, I'm A Mac, And I'm A Friggin' Wizard, Blinded By The Light, Badass Longcoat, And I Shall Fear No Evil -- For I Have An App For That, Zeroth Percentile, Genre Savvy, Venture A Little Way Past, Nothing Is Impossible, Video Can't Kill The Radio Mage, I Didn't Ask For This; It Just Came With The Job, ...For They Are Subtle And Quick To Anger

== Trivia/Facts ==
* Very few people are aware that DJ Zero is Isaac and vice versa. Isaac prefers it this way.
* Isaac took home the gold medal for the Contest of Strength during the Hades Cup and then won the whole tournament, thus proving that INT beats STR any day.

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Friendship
|...?
|-
|Trust
|[[Mercade Alexander]], [[Will Sherman]], [[Emi Dennou]], [[Avira]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Deelel]], [[Tom Magnusson]], [[Deidra]], [[Maximilien]], [[Percival]], [[Faruja Senra]], Merlin (and Archimedes)
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Maira]], [[Quistis Trepe]], [[Morrighan Alazne]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Jack Sparrow]], [[Skoll Ulfang]], [[Hades]], Feige Abramson
|-
|Distrust
|[[Evja]], [[Celina Duvalis]], [[Garland]]
|-
|Contempt
|Alexander Hall???
|-
|}

== Random Quotes ==
=== Something About Killing Fathers, Maybe ===
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Did you just raise the dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "I did in fact just raise the dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Will Sherman says, "...Scary." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "So how long until you cure cancer and solve world hunger?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet for a few moments and then, "You violated causality, raised the dead, made a deal with the lord of the underworld, and spat on what is typically deemed the natural order--because it seemed like the right thing to do?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Was it chocolate-coated?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah, but it takes fifteen minutes for full potency, which is why Legion is taking her time." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon addresses Legion directly. He does the radio equivalent of staring her straight in the face, because radio mage. 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yes. Precisely." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "She seemed a lot more than mostly dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Wait what?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Who was dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet again for a while. and then, "Isaac..." Another pause. "You are a very frightening individual." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Frighteningly /awesome/." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah. Sometimes I get that way." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Mark it well." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "This is not something we can ever repay. Nor can we ever properly thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "But thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You're welcome." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon asides in a more casual tone of voice, "She didn't even have any pockets for loose change." 

=== QFT ===
"EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL!" She yells before darting out the door, throwing an array of smokebombs to cover her escape. DAMMIT! RECCURING VILLAIN!?!?!?!

== Soundtrack ==
1. The Living End -- [http://youtu.be/QYhDUBMeBv4 End of the World] 
2. No More Kings -- [http://youtu.be/_45Rt5HMd-4 King of Rock / Sucka MCs] 
3. Merry Melodies -- [http://youtu.be/3Oe7Q8OCm5I Behold The Wizard] 

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Isaac Hanlon

2013-04-02T07:48:38Z

Binary: Relationships?!

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Isaac
|lastname=Hanlon
|age=21
|image=Isaac bestimg.png
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|weight=190 lbs.
|series=Original Character
|styles=DJ Hero
|hometown=Manhattan(?)
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Radio Free Magi
|themesong=No More Kings -- King of Rock / Sucka MCs
|quote="That's right: it's the ZERO HOUR! I'm your host, DJ Zero, and it is my duty -- nay, my privilege -- to bring the truth to your ears and pull the wool from your eyes."
|footer=Last spotted caught in a car chase on a bicycle.
}}
== Profile ==
Isaac Hanlon is a young man who has seen far too much for the time hes lived. While claiming to be from the isle of Manhattan like many others in the Twilight Detective Agency, Isaac is truthfully from a world that no longer exists, one of the few who survived when Armageddon came. A practitioner of magic of exceptional skill and perhaps curious power, Isaac wanders worlds looking for a solution to the menace that is the Heartless, seeking to prevent further catastrophes like the one that took his home from him. Isaac is good-hearted, quick-witted and possesses a magnetic personality, and he employs this as his persona of "DJ Zero," a voice that takes to the radio waves of innumerable worlds when midnight rings to dispense pointed wisdom, ancient lore, and excellent tunes.

== Skills ==
You're On The Air, The Truth Is Out There, Just Click Here And Find Out, Something Something Indistinguishable From Magic, My Name Is Isaac Hanlon; Conjure With It At Your Own Peril, DJ Professor Z, Mythbuster, I'm A PC, I'm A Mac, And I'm A Friggin' Wizard, Blinded By The Light, Badass Longcoat, And I Shall Fear No Evil -- For I Have An App For That, Zeroth Percentile, Genre Savvy, Venture A Little Way Past, Nothing Is Impossible, Video Can't Kill The Radio Mage, I Didn't Ask For This; It Just Came With The Job, ...For They Are Subtle And Quick To Anger

== Trivia/Facts ==
* Very few people are aware that DJ Zero is Isaac and vice versa. Isaac prefers it this way.
* Isaac took home the gold medal for the Contest of Strength during the Hades Cup and then won the whole tournament, thus proving that INT beats STR any day.

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Friendship
|...?
|-
|Trust
|[[Mercade Alexander]], [[Will Sherman]], [[Emi Dennou]], [[Avira]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Deelel]], [[Tom Magnusson]], [[Deidra]], [[Maximilien]], [[Percival]], [[Faruja Senra]]
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Maira]], [[Quistis Trepe]], [[Morrighan Alazne]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Jack Sparrow]], [[Skoll Ulfang]], [[Hades]], Feige Abramson
|-
|Distrust
|[[Evja]], [[Celina Duvalis]], [[Garland]]
|-
|Contempt
|Alexander Hall???
|-
|}

== Random Quotes ==
=== Something About Killing Fathers, Maybe ===
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Did you just raise the dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "I did in fact just raise the dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Will Sherman says, "...Scary." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "So how long until you cure cancer and solve world hunger?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet for a few moments and then, "You violated causality, raised the dead, made a deal with the lord of the underworld, and spat on what is typically deemed the natural order--because it seemed like the right thing to do?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Was it chocolate-coated?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah, but it takes fifteen minutes for full potency, which is why Legion is taking her time." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon addresses Legion directly. He does the radio equivalent of staring her straight in the face, because radio mage. 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yes. Precisely." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "She seemed a lot more than mostly dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Wait what?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Who was dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet again for a while. and then, "Isaac..." Another pause. "You are a very frightening individual." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Frighteningly /awesome/." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah. Sometimes I get that way." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Mark it well." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "This is not something we can ever repay. Nor can we ever properly thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "But thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You're welcome." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon asides in a more casual tone of voice, "She didn't even have any pockets for loose change." 

=== QFT ===
"EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL!" She yells before darting out the door, throwing an array of smokebombs to cover her escape. DAMMIT! RECCURING VILLAIN!?!?!?!

== Soundtrack ==
1. The Living End -- [http://youtu.be/QYhDUBMeBv4 End of the World] 
2. No More Kings -- [http://youtu.be/_45Rt5HMd-4 King of Rock / Sucka MCs] 
3. Merry Melodies -- [http://youtu.be/3Oe7Q8OCm5I Behold The Wizard] 

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Isaac Hanlon

2013-03-20T18:26:58Z

Binary:

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Isaac
|lastname=Hanlon
|age=21
|image=Isaac bestimg.png
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=5'11"
|weight=190 lbs.
|series=Original Character
|styles=DJ Hero
|hometown=Manhattan(?)
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Radio Free Magi
|themesong=No More Kings -- King of Rock / Sucka MCs
|quote="That's right: it's the ZERO HOUR! I'm your host, DJ Zero, and it is my duty -- nay, my privilege -- to bring the truth to your ears and pull the wool from your eyes."
|footer=Last spotted caught in a car chase on a bicycle.
}}
== Profile ==
Isaac Hanlon is a young man who has seen far too much for the time hes lived. While claiming to be from the isle of Manhattan like many others in the Twilight Detective Agency, Isaac is truthfully from a world that no longer exists, one of the few who survived when Armageddon came. A practitioner of magic of exceptional skill and perhaps curious power, Isaac wanders worlds looking for a solution to the menace that is the Heartless, seeking to prevent further catastrophes like the one that took his home from him. Isaac is good-hearted, quick-witted and possesses a magnetic personality, and he employs this as his persona of "DJ Zero," a voice that takes to the radio waves of innumerable worlds when midnight rings to dispense pointed wisdom, ancient lore, and excellent tunes.

== Skills ==
You're On The Air, The Truth Is Out There, Just Click Here And Find Out, Something Something Indistinguishable From Magic, My Name Is Isaac Hanlon; Conjure With It At Your Own Peril, DJ Professor Z, Mythbuster, I'm A PC, I'm A Mac, And I'm A Friggin' Wizard, Blinded By The Light, Badass Longcoat, And I Shall Fear No Evil -- For I Have An App For That, Zeroth Percentile, Genre Savvy, Venture A Little Way Past, Nothing Is Impossible, Video Can't Kill The Radio Mage, I Didn't Ask For This; It Just Came With The Job, ...For They Are Subtle And Quick To Anger

== Trivia/Facts ==
* Very few people are aware that DJ Zero is Isaac and vice versa. Isaac prefers it this way.
* Isaac took home the gold medal for the Contest of Strength during the Hades Cup and then won the whole tournament, thus proving that INT beats STR any day.

== Random Quotes ==
=== Something About Killing Fathers, Maybe ===
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Did you just raise the dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "I did in fact just raise the dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Will Sherman says, "...Scary." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "So how long until you cure cancer and solve world hunger?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet for a few moments and then, "You violated causality, raised the dead, made a deal with the lord of the underworld, and spat on what is typically deemed the natural order--because it seemed like the right thing to do?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Was it chocolate-coated?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah, but it takes fifteen minutes for full potency, which is why Legion is taking her time." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon addresses Legion directly. He does the radio equivalent of staring her straight in the face, because radio mage. 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yes. Precisely." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "She seemed a lot more than mostly dead." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Wait what?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Deidra says, "Who was dead?" 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion quiet again for a while. and then, "Isaac..." Another pause. "You are a very frightening individual." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Mercade Alexander says, "Frighteningly /awesome/." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Yeah. Sometimes I get that way." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "Mark it well." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "This is not something we can ever repay. Nor can we ever properly thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Legion says, "But thank you." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon says, "You're welcome." 
<Comm: B - TDA> Isaac Hanlon asides in a more casual tone of voice, "She didn't even have any pockets for loose change." 

=== QFT ===
"EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL!" She yells before darting out the door, throwing an array of smokebombs to cover her escape. DAMMIT! RECCURING VILLAIN!?!?!?!

== Soundtrack ==
1. The Living End -- [http://youtu.be/QYhDUBMeBv4 End of the World] 
2. No More Kings -- [http://youtu.be/_45Rt5HMd-4 King of Rock / Sucka MCs] 
3. Merry Melodies -- [http://youtu.be/3Oe7Q8OCm5I Behold The Wizard] 

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Kamon Lionward

2013-03-14T08:05:54Z

Binary: /* Relationships */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Kamon
|lastname=Lionward
|age=17
|species=Altered Human (Odynar)
|sex=Male
|height=6'1"
|weight=300 lbs.
|series=Final Fantasy Act: Class
|styles=Kamon-Rider
|hometown=Galianda
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Alexander Academy
|occupation=Student Swordsman
|quote="It's alright; I can handle it. Are you okay?"
}}
== Profile ==
Kamon Lionward is in a weird place. The great grandson of the founder of [http://tinyurl.com/ffactclass Galianda]'s famous Genji Enforcement security firm, Kamon adheres to the expectations of his family to learn the bodyguard's trade and go into the same business. Often regarded by his more affluent peers as something of an anomaly, Kamon is of Odynar ancestry and somewhat embarrassed by the fact, and his awkward kindness (and magical ineptitude) is often mistaken for dimwitted obedience. At heart, Kamon wishes only to make his friends happy and his family proud, but a bumbling, goofy streak and a quietly free-spirited and self-sacrificial demeanor continues to make the former glad and the latter frustrated. Kamon has a particular dislike of fighting, which is at odds with his training as a warrior and a Parivir in particular -- not because of the act itself, but the requirement that he make someone lose something so he can come out ahead. Despite this, he possesses an almost supernatural skill with a blade and an innate talent in adapting to new weapons, two things considered incredibly valuable to literally anyone else.

== Skills ==
Reluctant Swordsman, Mild-Mannered Martyr, Magically Inept, Magically Resistant, Metal Blooded, Son of the First Sword, Genji's Great Grandson, Being the Middle-Class One Among the Extravagantly Rich Means You're Automatically the Poor Kid, Kyra's Meat Shield (Whether He Wants To Be Or Not), WAKE UP, THE HERO, TAIYOU YO

== Soundtrack ==
* Self-Inflicted Outcast: Mumford & Sons -- [http://youtu.be/lLJf9qJHR3E Little Lion Man]
* Kamon Rider: Takayuki Miyauchi -- [http://youtu.be/OTzdpMbGHww Kamen Rider Black RX Theme] (21st Century Ver.)
* Odin's Legacy: Machinae Supremacy -- [http://youtu.be/JJ1D4xaKwIE Hero]

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Friendship
|[[Soan Sagittarius]], [[Kyra Hyral]]
|-
|Trust
|[[Niklas Dragonius]], [[Jidro Gerrison]], [[Myla Mason]], [[Seloria Delacreaux]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Minerva]], [[Luso Clemens]], [[Mulan|Ping]], [[Ramza Beoulve]], [[Percival]], [[Emi Dennou]], [[Maira]], [[Deelel]], [[TRON]]
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Mister Greene]], [[Annia Leradine]], [[Rena Laradyne]], [[Clayton]], [[Avira]], [[Mercade Alexander]], [[Angantyr Vespar]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Artyom W. Valodjn]], [[Riku]]
|-
|Distrust
|[[Souji Murasame]], [[Evja]], [[Ember]], [[Seith]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[The Heartless]]
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Kamon Lionward

2013-03-13T21:42:35Z

Binary: /* Relationships */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Kamon
|lastname=Lionward
|age=17
|species=Altered Human (Odynar)
|sex=Male
|height=6'1"
|weight=300 lbs.
|series=Final Fantasy Act: Class
|styles=Kamon-Rider
|hometown=Galianda
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Alexander Academy
|occupation=Student Swordsman
|quote="It's alright; I can handle it. Are you okay?"
}}
== Profile ==
Kamon Lionward is in a weird place. The great grandson of the founder of [http://tinyurl.com/ffactclass Galianda]'s famous Genji Enforcement security firm, Kamon adheres to the expectations of his family to learn the bodyguard's trade and go into the same business. Often regarded by his more affluent peers as something of an anomaly, Kamon is of Odynar ancestry and somewhat embarrassed by the fact, and his awkward kindness (and magical ineptitude) is often mistaken for dimwitted obedience. At heart, Kamon wishes only to make his friends happy and his family proud, but a bumbling, goofy streak and a quietly free-spirited and self-sacrificial demeanor continues to make the former glad and the latter frustrated. Kamon has a particular dislike of fighting, which is at odds with his training as a warrior and a Parivir in particular -- not because of the act itself, but the requirement that he make someone lose something so he can come out ahead. Despite this, he possesses an almost supernatural skill with a blade and an innate talent in adapting to new weapons, two things considered incredibly valuable to literally anyone else.

== Skills ==
Reluctant Swordsman, Mild-Mannered Martyr, Magically Inept, Magically Resistant, Metal Blooded, Son of the First Sword, Genji's Great Grandson, Being the Middle-Class One Among the Extravagantly Rich Means You're Automatically the Poor Kid, Kyra's Meat Shield (Whether He Wants To Be Or Not), WAKE UP, THE HERO, TAIYOU YO

== Soundtrack ==
* Self-Inflicted Outcast: Mumford & Sons -- [http://youtu.be/lLJf9qJHR3E Little Lion Man]
* Kamon Rider: Takayuki Miyauchi -- [http://youtu.be/OTzdpMbGHww Kamen Rider Black RX Theme] (21st Century Ver.)
* Odin's Legacy: Machinae Supremacy -- [http://youtu.be/JJ1D4xaKwIE Hero]

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Friendship
|[[Soan Sagittarius]], [[Kyra Hyral]]
|-
|Trust
|[[Niklas Dragonius]], [[Jidro Gerrison]], [[Myla Mason]], [[Seloria Delacreaux]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Minerva]], [[Luso Clemens]], [[Mulan|Ping]], [[Ramza Beoulve]], [[Percival]], [[Emi Dennou]]
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Mister Greene]], [[Annia Leradine]], [[Rena Laradyne]], [[Clayton]], [[Avira]], [[Mercade Alexander]], [[Maira]], [[Angantyr Vespar]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Artyom W. Valodjn]], [[Riku]]
|-
|Distrust
|[[Souji Murasame]], [[Evja]], [[Ember]], [[Seith]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[The Heartless]]
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Kamon Lionward

2013-03-11T21:15:08Z

Binary: Added a chart!

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Kamon
|lastname=Lionward
|age=17
|species=Altered Human (Odynar)
|sex=Male
|height=6'1"
|weight=300 lbs.
|series=Final Fantasy Act: Class
|styles=Kamon-Rider
|hometown=Galianda
|alignment=Forces of Restoration
|group=Alexander Academy
|occupation=Student Swordsman
|quote="It's alright; I can handle it. Are you okay?"
}}
== Profile ==
Kamon Lionward is in a weird place. The great grandson of the founder of [http://tinyurl.com/ffactclass Galianda]'s famous Genji Enforcement security firm, Kamon adheres to the expectations of his family to learn the bodyguard's trade and go into the same business. Often regarded by his more affluent peers as something of an anomaly, Kamon is of Odynar ancestry and somewhat embarrassed by the fact, and his awkward kindness (and magical ineptitude) is often mistaken for dimwitted obedience. At heart, Kamon wishes only to make his friends happy and his family proud, but a bumbling, goofy streak and a quietly free-spirited and self-sacrificial demeanor continues to make the former glad and the latter frustrated. Kamon has a particular dislike of fighting, which is at odds with his training as a warrior and a Parivir in particular -- not because of the act itself, but the requirement that he make someone lose something so he can come out ahead. Despite this, he possesses an almost supernatural skill with a blade and an innate talent in adapting to new weapons, two things considered incredibly valuable to literally anyone else.

== Skills ==
Reluctant Swordsman, Mild-Mannered Martyr, Magically Inept, Magically Resistant, Metal Blooded, Son of the First Sword, Genji's Great Grandson, Being the Middle-Class One Among the Extravagantly Rich Means You're Automatically the Poor Kid, Kyra's Meat Shield (Whether He Wants To Be Or Not), WAKE UP, THE HERO, TAIYOU YO

== Soundtrack ==
* Self-Inflicted Outcast: Mumford & Sons -- [http://youtu.be/lLJf9qJHR3E Little Lion Man]
* Kamon Rider: Takayuki Miyauchi -- [http://youtu.be/OTzdpMbGHww Kamen Rider Black RX Theme] (21st Century Ver.)
* Odin's Legacy: Machinae Supremacy -- [http://youtu.be/JJ1D4xaKwIE Hero]

== Relationships ==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
! scope="col" width="120" |
|
|-
|Friendship
|[[Soan Sagittarius]], [[Kyra Hyral]]
|-
|Trust
|[[Niklas Dragonius]], [[Jidro Gerrison]], [[Myla Mason]], [[Seloria Delacreaux]]
|-
|Affinity
|[[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Minerva]], [[Luso Clemens]], [[Mulan|Ping]], [[Ramza Beoulve]]
|-
|Ambivalence
|[[Mister Greene]], [[Annia Leradine]], [[Rena Laradyne]], [[Clayton]]
|-
|Caution
|[[Artyom W. Valodjn]], [[Riku]]
|-
|Distrust
|[[Souji Murasame]]
|-
|Contempt
|[[The Heartless]]
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}
= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}