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Serious Fanservice Conversation Time

2013-08-20T23:09:34Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/08/19
|Location=The Ami-no-Torifune
|Synopsis=Kyra is forced to suffer Helena fanservice as they talk about SERIOUS ADULT THINGS.
|Cast of Characters=Kyra Hyral, Helena Celba
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena's office was... well it was Helena's office. The woman had come back after some time away. Easily two weeks, if not longer with her sort of seclusion before that. Right now, Helena is bouncing, cleaning up the office and lab space, working on reorganizing. Slowly, she is moving large jar used to hold something...probably slimy into a new position. "...Alright. That's done...I guess I should immediately get into my studi-Hahahaha.." Helena giggles, oh right. She is totally going to goof off.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' What a thing to have Helena come back and announce! She didn't like talking about her relationship stuff with Alma. Or anyone for that matter, despite her current issues with everything going on. A tired looking Kyra bursts into the office within minutes of that radio. "Why!!" she blurts out, "Why did you tell everybody!?" She seems flustered as usual when this kind of thing gets brought up.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena is slightly surprised by the sudden bursting in of Kyra. She pauses, thinking about this for a moment...what did she tell people that she wasn't..? She thinks about this for a long long momement and then... "I didn't tell anyone you worked for Murasame?" She says, slightly airheadedly, trying to actually remember what she did.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "Nnnnnooooo, not that." Kyra walks right up to Helena, leaning towards her, arms crossed over her chest. "I meant about us. Actually being sort of serious! I mean it was like all just conjecture before and people just thought you were being, you know, /you/ and doing that whole making-people-squirm thing!"

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Ohhh... Helena stares at Kyra for a moment, "I didn't know we were keeping it secret? You never said, and I don't mind people knowing? I had just survived...something...pretty harsh and went through something pretty traumatizing at the time." she shrugs, "I didn't know that dating me was such a big deal."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Kyra freezes. Mentally, she starts to review the last few months. Murasame thing: secret. Training in darkness: secret. Relationship with Helena: ..... ????? She seems to deflate on the spot, a distraught look upon her face. "I...damn it, this is my fault. I hadn't talked to Kamon yet about everything before that so now everyone knows I'm dating two people."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena grins, good it wasn't her fault! "...This is a problem? It's not like you're married to two people...I mean, I am not exactly one to talk about monogamy." She smiles, and sits down on a sofa, patting the space next to her. "...Are you ashamed to have people know you are dating me?"

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "I don't want it to be a problem. But I don't know how Kamon feels about it. He might not want to...share." She hesitates for a few moments before sitting down on the sofa next to Helena. Kyra lifts her hands and rests her elbows on her knees. "Nik has openly questioned my taste, which kind of hurts, because Nik is my friend and I respect him, you know?" Respect him? Don't tell Souji. "Alma seems pretty nonchalant about it but I don't need her approval for anything."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "She's acting nonchalant about it because she knows what will happen if she disapproves.." Helena frowns... "...Of course Nik has a problem with it...oh no, he was all smiles on the radio, but in private he's no better than Alma," she sounds annoyed. "Well, it's what you want, so what do you want?"

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "What will happen? Did you threaten her or something?" Kyra frowns as this would definitely explain a lot-like why Alma seemed suddenly very accepting of this possible relationship when earlier she clearly didn't approve. On the other hand, that could have been an effect of being with Riku. Hard to tell, really. Her sister really was trying to get her to open up. "...I want both of you." she says with a bit of shame. "Nik brought up a good point about this and...the two of you...well, I like the two of you in completely different ways. It doesn't really compete. There's really no reason I can't like you both unless...well..." She seems embarassed, "Unless I'm really worried about people thinking I'm a slut."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "Who cares what people think?" Helena says, "What they think matters little to you...you do what you want, and because you have the power to do what you want...if they say things then it is because they lack the power to do it themselves...people want to bring you down to their level because they know you are better than they are..." She says, putting a hand on Kyra's shoulder. "I'm okay with how things are...if Kamon is...then who cares?" she says, and rolls her eyes, "Something like that. Not exactly like that, but something like that. Honestly, sense she got a man she's been acting less like a prat."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' 'Who cares what people think?' Yeah, that's Helena for her and one of the reasons she likes her so much. "You've got a point." she says soberly, looking over at Helena. "So you're really okay with me having you /and/ Kamon? Because that is what I want. I want you both. I've had a crush on Kamon forever." she pauses, "...er, though you probably don't want to hear about all that." "I agree that Alma has definitely changed since she met Riku. For the better, even."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "You DO realize I am having casual sex with two other partners? I mean, this isn't a one on one relationship.." he pauses, "Granted, I would consider such a relationship for you." She says, suddenly. "But it's not what you want, and I have no problems with Kamon."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "I actually wasn't aware of Seloria until you mentioned her that night too." Kyra points out neutrally. She doesn't seem angry about this, especially since she'd be a huge hypocrite if she was. "That's actually a surprise to me since I didn't think Seloria was into girls but now that it's come up, it makes a lot of sense." A look of shock forms upon her face when Helena admits she'd cut it down to one if /she/ wanted it to be that way. "...what? Really? Well I don't want you to do that but I appreciate you admitting that."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "I know, I was shocked too.." Helena grins, and moves her arms around Kyra and pulls her onto her. "Well yeah, Seloria is alot like me in the girl and boys department. Her and Nik are friends with benifits kinda thing." She says, "And of course...I AM serious about liking you..I assume you are serious about liking me?"

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "Eep!" Kyra squeals as she's pulled onto Helena's lap. She squirms a little, "Well I knew about the whole friends with benefits thing." It wasn't exactly unknown that Nik wasn't crazy about the whole 'arranged marriage' thing. "...well..yeah..." Kyra mutters, "...else I wouldn't keep coming back."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena smiles and enjoys the moment for what it's worth. "Anyway...I really should take you somewhere nice..and work on your training...I have been a lax Mistress as late...but I had things I needed to accoplish...and I did." Infact...this close you can see scar tissue right over Helena's chest, a clean cut from the looks of it, as if done by a well crafted blade. The scaring is hard to see..and it looks like from the angle would have pierced her heart.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "You've been an outright /absent/ Mistress." Kyra pouts, lifting a hand to rest an arm over one of Helena's shoulders. "I've been practicing on my own. But it's kind of hard to find the right time to use it. It's not like I can use that stuff against Heartless-doesn't seem like it'd have an effect." This close, she does notice the new scar. Her eyes narrow just slightly at itt but she doesn't point it out otherwise, "Just what were you doing out there?"

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "Expanding my power...doing something Souji asked of me. He fears the threats of the various powers out there...and those that may come to try and use and abuse the students. He wanted me to tap back into the power I found in Odin. It...was not a pleasent experience." She says, a bit...woodenly. But she smiles at the touch of Kyra. "Oh I will make sure to train my sublicants very thoughly." She smiles softly, "And...actually darkness works on them. The Heartless ususally suffer no resistance to Darkness. It kills them like it kills everything else. Light is just more effective."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "Oh." Kyra says distantly with no small amount of worry in her voice. That wooden tone, the scar, the obvious unpleasantness of whatever had happened. It all makes Kyra very uncomfortable all the sudden. But as long as Helena didn't change on her... "Really? How's that even work? Aren't they just made out of darkness?" It occurs to her at that point that Kyra has not seriously researched Heartless. Hmm.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "Not all creatures of darkness are actually resistant to it...infact very few ARE...Darkness is destruction...so you know.." She speaks. She has changed, but things are subtle...right now it's hard to pick up on. She runs a hand through Kyra's hair... "But...I digress."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "That seems to fly entirely in the face of the basic law of elemental resistances." The Law of Elemental Resistances. Taught in Elemental Class, naturally. Pretty self-explanatory. "I'll keep this in mind." Kyra pauses. "...yes. Enough digressing."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena grins, and moves to do things that are a bit beyond the Rating of this game.

A Starting Point

2013-08-05T02:12:30Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/08/04
|Location=Zanarkand Ruins
|Synopsis=Helena tries to dig into her soul for something...her silent prayer is answered...
|Cast of Characters=Garland, Helena Celba
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' On a suggestion from someone on the radio, Helena traveled, with nearly nothing, to the Zanarkand Ruins. The city and surrounding area was the site of some tragedy, some anchient unknown calamity that claimed the lives of all that lived here. Helena knew the wasteland for what it was...in some ways it was similar to Odin, but without the Nightmare Golems, it was not nearly as threatening...still, it should do. The restless spirits could be more dangerous, and the fiends running wild here too... Helena had already spent a day here, walking in one direction through the city. She did not move fast, she only stopped to engage fiends that came after her, or tried to flee from her. She doesn't even stop to pick through the remains, only pushing forward...only driving herself forward. There was only one goal, one singular goal in her mind... She needed to obtain that level of primal rage...primal urge that she once had...tap into it, but bend it to her will with the training she had endured under the Murasame family...but it was no simple task. She had become far too civilized sense she last relied on it... But she dredges the chaos back...the darkness seated during those days...she tries not to think, clearing her mind of everything but the bloody swath of destruction she tries to make going forward...

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' Where there is shadow, there is Chaos. Chaos's nature is seeped in the darkness; it stretches across the worlds, a shadow within the shadows, waiting in the wings for any chance to worm its way into the depths of reality. It has many agents - some willing, some unwilling - but only a few who can truly call themselves its Incarnations. Herald, general, and avatar of the Darkness, those who are known as Incarnations are almost always without fear - for what can slay immortals? - and almost always consumed and corrupted by the Darkness that not merely fills their hearts, but pervades their souls and minds. It is a rare few who can stand up to the Darkness. The Ironclad Nightmare is not one who chose to stand against the shadows. He bathed within them, absorbed them, sought them out and was transformed by them. He is in tune with the Darkness in a way that few people ever are - in a way that few people ever can or would desire to be. He has made the Darkness a part of him more completely than normal means could ever allow - he has been what few Incarnations even dream of, and reached the lofty beginnings of True Chaos. So when someone calls out to Chaos on the World of Ruin, more often than not, it is Garland who responds to their prayers when it suit him to do so. It suits him now. The world splits; time and space warp and twist as the presence of one fundamentally rejected by both of them arrives. The Ironclad Nightmare's boot touches the dirt of Zanarkand silently as the portal closes behind him, his cape sweeping outwards imperiously. Garland says nothing; he has been called, and he expects it to be worth his time. If it is not...then...who but Garland can say what happens if a call is not worth a sliver of a sliver of a sliver of a sliver of eternity?

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena tears through another Fiend with her bare hands... Another monster destroyed, again...nothing...that balance refuses to make itself known to her...it is right there..LITTERALLY right there on the tips of her fingers...but it illudes her. Why did she have it so long ago..why can she not find it again... But something comes...something answers her prayers...rather she realized she summoned him or not, she turns to stare towards the Iron Clad Nightmare...she had never seen him before...but the familar taint would be known to him...she is stepped heavily in Souji's darkness, heavily connected to him...as a servant would be. She pauses...she doesn't ask useless questions, she feels it...she knows within her heart what she stares at...or a piece of. "I wasn't expecting my calls to actually be answered, they never were before." She says, not dropping the feral stance for a moment...she knew better than to relax her guard. He could easily kill her, or help her. Who can tell what Chaos will do? For all her bravado...she knows one failed step now...and she, would be dead. She could not die, not yet...

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' Garland is silent, immobile. The great thing is like a statue in the form of a man; utterly unmoving. Not even breathing escapes that iron form, if indeed Garland even needs to breathe. All that marks him as diferent from the ruins of the ancient civilization around him is that suffocating presence he exudes - and it is a truly suffocating one, a grim presence that has seen countless ages...and ended them with no more effort than it takes to close a book, and no more remorse than a human has for stepping on a bug. Cruel, remorseless, cold, calculating, and tyrannical, the presence that pours out of Garland is the tacit warning of his existence. She talks to him. He does not move - does not even acknowledge here existence, not even with an incline of the head. A wish has been called out from the depths of the heart; Garland has no need to make small talk, nor any desire to do so. If he waits long enough, she will make her desires known, or she will flee in terror, never to be contacted again. Distantly, Garland recognized her to be the servant of his new Apprentice. That could, potentially, become far more interesting. Or...well, who knows? Seeing the future is not Garland's talent - mastering it is his goal.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Great, Chaos comes here and it's silent as hell. She waits...she shifts... She waits some more... "I don't usually beseach giant armor with the soul of chaos, so you'll have to forgive me for being new at this." she says, muttering, "Well, if you're here...I am trying to awaken something I have forgotton in a place like this. The feralness and ferocity of something primordial, something...I can't explain. I found strength in a land named Odin...but now I have lost it. I need it returned to serve my master." "I need to find that strength..." is he here to mock her, or kill her? Is it even he? The oppressive aura is...legendary, painfully so.. But she doesn't back down, she stands against that dark wind, ready to push into it.

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' As she stops talking, the iron statue that is Garland moves. Its hand rises, pointing squarely at Helena's face, those curling iron claws unfolding silently despite all logic declaring that they should click and clack with weight and size. It is like being pointed at by a ghost; massless, weightless, soundless. And yet...the weight of that claw, the metaphysical weight of that presence, is felt firmly as it is directed entirely as Helena. Garland's presence is not such a passive thing, as Helena is now made painfully aware - it is as much a weapon as any other part of his body and soul, though not nearly so lethal as much of his arsenal. "And what do you know of strength?" The voice that accompanies that presence demands. It is as suffocating and echoing as the presence itself, as terrible and dark and ageless and /ancient/. The voice is a mocking one; it deconstructs her even as it asks the question, peeling aside layer after layer of 'Helena Celba' and casting them away as it waits for an answer. That claw curls into a fist; that fist flips over, iron groaning with sudden mass and weight. "What do you understand of power? You are a child grasping at straws, chasing the illusion of strength. Like a child, you clung to what you wished to see." "What do you wish, child? To chase the phantasmal 'strength' you once possessed? If that is all you desire, then you have no need of /my/ services. Delve back into your meager heart - perhaps you will find it again...if it even truly existed." Garland turns, his cape flowing around him as his arm returns to his side. "But...if you desire something more...substantial...a strength beyond the shadows you hold in your heart..." He trails off.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' She can feel it...the litteral layers of her soul being peeled away. Helena stands, under the screwtany. She stands, she resists folding into a ball or rebuking..it would be dumb to...HER soul called out for this...so it will be by HER will she overcomes this...or accepts this. She feels small and weak...a child compared to the armor, but she does not show weakness...she does not run, or back down...she is afraid...a feeling she is not used to, but she stands here. The lady before him is the outer layer...she is whimsical and chaotic...between two extremes. Loyal and hardworking to Souji, whimsical and uncaring to those who do not have her interest. She cares not for others, save for a small few...she stands alone, except for Souji, who she is dedicated to...and one other. The image is not clear. "If it your desire to put fear into me, I would never let my master down...if it is power and stregth you offer...then I will graciously accept anything to make him stronger."

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' "Fear is strength." Garland replies coldly as Helena makes her statement, resuming his motionless stance. "Fear is power. You fear me now, girl; you understand that what you face is an existence beyond your own, beyond anything you can contemplate. You look upon a fraction of a fraction of my existence, a sliver of a sliver of eternity. You know this - your animal body, your animal mind, understands this." Garland turns to face her again. He moves forward, standing directly in front of her - she's close enough to see that he absolutely doesn't breathe, that he has no need to breathe, that he has never drawn breath so long as he has been clad in that terrible form. "This is power. Terror. Respect. Strength. They form a tapestry weaved across the ages, bonds stronger than steel or iron." "Do you desire this power? This strength, to overcome all obstacles?"

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena's hands clench, she stares at him... It is true, fear is a type of strength...it leads to other. She stands though, overcoming hers to stare at him...her pride as Souji's servant demands it. She remains glued in place, this man does not breath...but she can not tell if he is actually undead...not that it matters...she is not foolish enough to even try. "Yes." She says after no consideration, "I don't just want it, I need it. This power you offer, the strength you have to give. There isn't anything I am more sure of in my life, than this." She says, reverant, but also prideful. "Master Murasame's world will be created."

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' "You will give of yourself for the sake of another. You will bleed and suffer for the power to aid the one you serve. You would trade everything for this power?" Garland's voice is even, measured, cold, as he gazes down at her imperiously.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena stares right back into the abyss...even though it hurts to do so, even though the nightmare threatens to consume her... "Yes. A thousand times yes. Without him, I wouldn't be here in the first place. That is my risk to take..."

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' Garland inclines his head, slowly, thoughtfully. "Very well. You desire the power, and I will give you the power." "There is a place in the desert, a tower beyond all compare. Go there, alone; take no weapons, and make no strike on your journey. When you arrive at the tower, reach the top without a single attack against the tower's defense system." "Reach that point. Reach the top of the Tower of Mirage, and supplicate yourself before me, and I will make you strong."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "...I serve only one master, but I will answer your challenge." Helena says. There was only one she served...and will only ever serve. She will meet this challenge...she will go against all odds, and win. She must, there is no other way. "I will meet you there."

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' "Oh, do not worry about that, child," Garland replies cryptically, "I have no interest in such a servant." Then he steps back through the shuddering darkness and vanishes.

No Man is a Mountain

2013-07-14T01:18:17Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/07/12
|Location=Bodhum Beach
|Synopsis=Avira runs across Angantyr after his encounter with Riku.
|Cast of Characters=Avira, Angantyr Vespar
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' The Beach. Angantyr had been out of contact for a while, he was expected to come back sometime around this time...word to the ground says he ran into Riku at Costa Del Sol...and after a odd barrier overtook them after some yelling...both walked away from the strange barrier. Riku ended up more hurt, but Angantyr left seemingly quiter. Right now, Angantyr was on the beach, sitting down on the sandy beach itself as he looked up at the moon. His helmet lay at his feet, near his mace which was stuck out of the ground. He was quiet, contemplating at the very least...but there was a look on him, a haunted look. He'd seen something that shook him to the very core, something that he only now realized... And for the first time in his life Angantyr was at a loss.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Of course Angantyr had been out of contact for a while. Avira is less than surprised. She remembers being told about what he did to the head honcho in Archades. Upon hearing it from his lips, the first thing she had asked him was did it finally satisfy him. His response...well... It signalled to Avira that he had some thinking to do. She knew Angantyr. She didn't try to seek him out over this or nag him. He clearly needed his space. It was by sheer coincidence that she finds him on the beach today. Avira herself was fond of the beach and often came here to practice some sword katas and simple strength exercises. The large form of Angantyr is unmistakable and silently, she approaches the dark knight. He'll see her, standing there with her hands clasped behind her back, staring out at the ocean. For a while, she doesn't say anything, letting them both soak in the silence. Until Avira edges a little closer and moves to rest one of her hands on a shoulder. "...hey." she says softly. "You don't look so great."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr doesn't say anything for a while. "I don't feel so great." finally leaves his lips, running a hand over his face and hair, trying to pick himself back up... "Out here to practice?" He asks, taking note of the sword and sighs...how long was it did he teach her how use a weapon...he drew her into this too. Was she just a pawn in his quest too? He looked down, and by the way he speaks it is as if something had taken the very life out of him. He's never been this...depressed? That is close enough of a word as any. "You know...seeing what I have wrought, pushing people close to me away...I keep asking myself was it worth it."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira is patient. She waits. As he starts to finally move and talk, her hand falls away from his shoulder. "Yeah. Wanted some fresh air too. The ocean's great for that." Watching him, her worried look only grows. She's known him for months now and he's never sounded this beaten down before. Never. She walks around him a little so she's in front of him, watching on, concerned. "Angantyr..." 'Was it worth it?' is the unspoken question. She's asked him this before. There was no need for her to utter the words again. But there was one thing she couldn't help. One thing she does in spite of all Angantyr's sins. She steps forward and hugs him.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Avira manages to get the grappled condition. Angantyr is hugged, and he sits there, a rock against everything like he normally is. However, his favorite phrase...no man was a mountain, becomes more true now than ever. He softens, considerably, and just accepts the comfort for what it was. He rubs his eyes, he wasn't going to break down like this...but...his hand pats her arm after a moment. "I let myself get completely wrapped up...I ignored your and Maira's warnings...I pushed on for vengence...I let it consume me...every now and again I'd come out to...to get tastes of what a normal life is." He sighs. "And I do it anyway...I couldn't pass up the chance...the chance to see the man who killed so many of my country men...who ordered his dog on us..." he sighs... "And look what I do. I create another me...I create another vengence fueled boy without a home. I give Garland the keys to the Kingdom..." "He even contacted me, told me that I could go back to him after what I had done..." he says, "Arcadia is going to go to war...I put someone on the throne possibly worse than the previous guy." he makes a sharp intake of breath. "Everything I touch becomes corrupt...every time. This curse of darkness will follow me until the day I die, destroying all that I love around me. I can not get justice for what I have lost...it will turn into a horrible twisted mockery of what I am. I can not love...it becomes twisted and complicated...and spiteful." "I don't know what to do anymore. For the first time in my life...I have no direction. No guide...no goal."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' It's like hugging a robot. Avira's less than surprised. Angantyr was never a really emotional guy and part of her was actually a little worried he'd get mad at her for this display of comfort and pity. But she is quiet as she hugs him, simply listening him to him speak without comment or judgement. He needed that right now. He needed someone to listen to him reason through his emotions about all this. Angantyr will feel Avira suddenly sharply breathe in as he mentions Garland and his offer. She hadn't known about that or Garland's now-apparent hand in all of this. Angantyr was played like a sap. The scarred huntress squeezes him a little harder. "It's not true.." she says with a stubborn tone, "...everything you touch...it's not..." She looks up at him, sadness in her eyes. Profound sadness for what Angantyr has brought upon himself. That is the key. "...it's not corrupted." Her gaze hardens just slightly, "It's not your darkness that has done this, Angantyr. You've showed me before that the darkness is not what who you /are/. Just a part of you that you draw power from. You do have something." She pulls away, maintaining eye contact upon him. "You have the same thing that got you to this point, Angantyr. You have choices. You will always have choices and lately you've made lots of bad ones." A sad smile is upon her face and she lifts her hand again, resting it on his shoulder. "...and you will always have me."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr does not maintain eye contact...he can not look her in the face. Not now, despair and horror have claim on his soul. He listens to it, feels her touch...at first it was neutral, but now he's icing up again. "Yes. My fault. I've heard that all my life Avira." He says, finally standing up taking her with him if she stays on him. If nothing else Angantyr is powerful... "Every <GOOSEHONK>ing time. It is your fault Angantyr, that you're infested with darkness. It is your fault, Angantyr, because you were born first...it is your fault Angantyr, because you didn't surrender. It is your fault Angantyr because you weren't good enough. It's your fault, Angantyr, because you tried to do what you thought was right to make someone who destroyed everything you held dear pay." he spits, "If it's not blame, then it's threats. If it's not threats, then it's just bloody screaming as people try to kill me." "Anything good in my life I've destroyed. You say I'll have you..." he says, looking away, "But that's..." he stops himself... he doesn't know if he wants to say it. "No, I <GOOSEHONK>ed that up too. I couldn't be there when you needed me the most, and someone else was. Someone who's better. Someone who gets to say crap like he does. Someone who can see the good in others, where I can't anymore." Angantyr laughs, "Look at me...why did I even denouce Garland? I'm just like him."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Here she is trying to put a positive spin on things-hm, maybe she should have emphasized the future a bit more because now it's devolved into Angantyr claiming everything was his fault. Avira doesn't stop him. It's all true. Maybe it's a little of her fault too since she didn't really stand up to him and try to stop him. But at the same time she understood why he had done all these things. It all was not without cause. She says nothing. She lets him talk and go on. As he continues, she actually gets...afraid to say things. Because all she's said is starting to backfire on her with each word. For a few moments she is lifted off her feet as she dangles around his neck from the hug. After a few embarassed seconds she lets go. But then he says something that suddenly triggers anger inside of her. One tiny hand curls into a tiny fist and swings around in a hook punch at Angantyr's jaw. After the blow, Avira stands there, breathing hard, a mixture of anger and fear on her face at what she had just done. Wasn't she supposed to be some kind of gentle, kind, princess?! But she couldn't stand it. She couldn't stand hearing THOSE words from his mouth. "...you are nothing like Garland." She says quietly.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Avira's fist collides with Angantyr's face. He moves...it isn't as solid as she might have initially wanted...but it was a clean blow. Infact, there is a trickle of blood. For a moment, ht looks surprised...he puts a finger to his lips realize she made him bleed. No he doesn't say 'You made me bleed my own blood!' in surprise...no, he stares blankly at her for a moment. "You've gotten stronger." he says, wiping the blood from his fat lip and looks down at her. "I'm not?" he says, having to need to hear that... He looks down, away from her for a moment and takes a deep breath in. "I don't know..." he says, "I think I am doing a pretty damn good job at destroying everything around me. I'm..." he just sighs. "I'm sorry."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Pain immediately shoots up Avira's hand from the point of impact. Angantyr is no glass-jawed Dark Knight. Avira ignores that pain. She stares back at him, a look of regret in her eyes for that particular outburst. Yet at the same time.../Garland/. A man who has orchestrated wars behind the scenes, completely erased what Morrighan was, stranded Avira in the darkness between worlds-compared with Angantyr? Angantyr, who's rage stems from a broken home and lost country? No contest. "..." Normally she'd be overjoyed to hear that compliment from him as he wipes the blood from his lips but right now the sadness she feels for her mentor and friend was just too great. "You're not." she reiterates firmly. "You don't take delight in destroying everything around you like /he/ does. You don't manipulate and coerce people into doing your bidding. You don't give me nightmares." Her words start to grow pleading and she edges closer to him, her clenched hand uncurling and shaking. Those trembling fingers reach up to him to gently touch the place she just struck, but moreso to turn his head back to look at her face. "And Garland..." she says softly, "...is /never/ sorry. You are more of a man than he'll ever be."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr's head turns towards Avira... He looks at her, hearing her words....and he takes a sharp breath. "...Thanks." he says, hearing that. It...it shakes him from the stupor of depression, he just stands there looking at her for a moment. "...I still have things I need to work through." he says, lowly, "Better or not..we still have no way to stop him. Kind words don't change this fact." he takes a breath, putting his hands on hers for a moment. He looks at her for a moment...that warmth and radiance...even if she isn't litterally glowing...he can feel it. "...I need to be somewhere else right now, I think. The last thing you need is someone...getting the wrong idea." he sounds a bit ragged, and pulls away, aiming to pick up his mace and helmet.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira stares at him for a long time, her brown eyes boring into his, searching for that comprehension. Her hands reach out, grabbing his wrists, "I'm not going to let you walk away until you understand the difference." Yeah like she's going to be able to hold him here. But eventually, she does let go when he thanks her. Her gaze hardens. "I know. We have no way. We have to figure something out." Angantyr follows up with something that suddenly makes her feel a little sad. She reaches for his wrist again, "No, it's alright. People will talk no matter what." Avira's still got maid rumors floating around about her. "...if anything, I should go. I know you like the ocean."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr's hand is caught, he turns back to her. He stops, looking at her again... And he brings her into a hug. Alright...fine, rumors be damned...he needs comfort. He can't take this alone, and if nothing else... Avira was there for him.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira looks up at him, holding his gaze unwaveringly. Her hand doesn't move, remaining clasped around his. She is unafraid. Her hand releases his after she is pulled in so she can return the hug as well, holding him close. Angantyr needed someone right now. That's all that mattered.

A Offer of Employment

2013-06-27T23:28:55Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/06/27
|Location=Giza PLains
|Synopsis=Karth gets visited by Kyven, a soldier of the Palamecian army for a offer to join the ranks!
|Cast of Characters=Leon, Karth Mason
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Karth Mason]] has posed:''' The Giza Plains break into strange often unrecongizable new areas from time to time...these places not in originally when they were part of their original world. One such place, the Mason Homestead was on a more temperate patch of land with mountains to the rear and the plains to the front of it. The position of the Gaza changed their weather seasons a bit...but the rainy season made things both more difficult and easier. Crop growth was happening at a amazing rate, once they figured out how to best manipulate the seasons...and of course, store the water for the dry season. Karth had helped in securing the extra money...it wasn't anything FANCY...but water storage for the dry season made growing things then easier...and things like squashes and other drier climate vegetables were starting to take off...it was still a work in progress. Karth was standing on one of the fenses on the outer boarder of the homestead. He watched out to make sure no monsters got any good ideas...which seemed to happen all too frequently these days. Nothing too serious, and traps to deture the monsters were set around the place, with signs to warn people who were able to actually read. The sight of Karth on the fense with a weed in his mouth was almost so steriotypical it would hurt, but Karth didn't care about your expectations. The sword still rested on his belt, the pinion on his shirt, and the shovel, the most dangerous of all, laid against the fense.

:'''[[Leon]] has posed:''' Karth paid a visit some time ago to the Palamecian Troops while they were in the process of constructing the fort outside of their mountain path. Mostly to help further defend their territory for would be outsiders. It was then this farm boy took some interest in Palamecia and one of theirs, in him. Ryven an officer within the Palamecia saw promise in the boy. Though she doubt he would ever truly welcome the darkness as many of their people have, but with appending war in the distance and they too soon having to assist by the orders of the Dark Knight, they would need more hands to protect their home. So riding on horse back the female figure could be seen coming. The steed she rode had dark brown fur that was well groomed and taken care of. A few black armored plates along its body for protection, slight tufts of fur over its black hooves, and solid black mane and tail that was allowed to roam freely. The female rider was in her own armor of light metal, but mostly leather with the assortments of daggers to one side and the sword on the other. The horse itself was trotting along at a rather calm pace.

:'''[[Karth Mason]] has posed:''' Karth sees the Horseman (or is it woman) from the fense. He was already up on his feet... The days of horsemen riding to the farm always brought bad news...but today, the Horse was at a trot. This was...not something he was used to, perhaps the ride is injured? From the distance, he realises that they are riding with Palamician colors... He smiles, hey so they came...he walks to try and intercept the rider, taking the shovel with him and putting it over one shoulder. The Weed changes positions in his mouth as he calls out to the rider. "Hey there partner." He says, waving to the rider. "Ain't you a sight, been thinkin' you weren't going to take us up on our hospotality." he says, with a friendly enough tone. "I can get sis to throw us another plate on the dinner table." he says, still pretty happy about seeing some soldiers that probably won't burn their farm down. "Welcome to the Mason Homestead." The Homestead itself is pretty large for a farm. Fields of vegitables, fields of cattle, and even a chocobo ranch.

:'''[[Leon]] has posed:''' It was actually just one. Ryven herself really. After all, there was no need to come with a full force of men. That and an officer alone was rather powerful, perhaps not by the level of their General, but they were not a group to be reckoned with. Actually some were even known to take fatal blows and get right back up. The female lifts up her helm visor and gives Karth a warm smile, at least as warm as a military woman can give. "It is a pleasure to see you as well. I am sorry it has taken us so long to actually get back to you. Things have been-- rather busy as of late." She then swings her leg over and steps down, taking the horse by the reigns the lead the steed, though she doesn't have to pull much. It seems the horse is highly obedient. "Is there a place I can tie my horse too and dinner would be much appreciated, but not needed."

:'''[[Karth Mason]] has posed:''' Karth gives the lady a polite nod. Trying not to look the part of a young fool taken by a pretty face. "Uh y-yeah right. We can tie him up near the Chocobo stables. Seems to be the place they would go.." Horses are just like really large Chocobos, after all. "Ain't no problem at all, ma'am...we're just happy to help our neighbors out...the plains ain't safe, that they sure aren't. Had to scare a giant turtle off the far last week, that I sure did. Tried eatin' one of those things once...the meat is way too tough. And gettin' that shell off ain't easy at all...took us a whole day." Karth walks with her on the way up, leadin' away from the main house towards the Stables. They were all out in the pasture, a pole sticking out away from the main area where Chocobos are put before being saddled out. There were even two trouphs...one for food and one for water, the water one was just filled up, being the rainy season still. "I don't right know reckon what he eats? I don't think it's what the birds eat." he says, there were a bunch of Yellow Chocobos...and a red one. A single red one, who seemed a bit long in the beak. "Ain't had much time to experience these 'horses' before ma'am." he says. "And we're happy to share a bit of dinner with you, ma'am. Foods better when you share it with friends, that's what pa always said."

:'''[[Leon]] has posed:''' Ryven follows Karth to the stables. The horse seeming very calm, even those his ears are moving about a bit to all the sounds around them. Once they get to the pole, she ties up her horse, before gently petting the side of her steeds neck. "A large turtle you say? I have yet to see one. Would be interesting to fight indeed." She hrms softly. "If you have any hay. That would do fine." She gives her steed a gentle pat on the neck, before she looks over to the Chocobos, examining with some curiosity as seeing such bird; though common on the roads; is a sight she never gets over. Though her eyes trail over to the oddly colored red chocobo with the longer beak. She raises her eye brow gently. "I thought most Chocobos were yellow.." She says softly before knitting her brows down slightly. Puzzling thing to see. Ryven then returns to her more normal features, as she looks over at Karth. "I suppose it is. Thank you then for your warm hospitality."

:'''[[Karth Mason]] has posed:''' Karth moves to get the Hay wagon. He takes a pitchfork and puts a bit of hay in for the horse, "Okay, just like the cows. That's good t'here. Got plent'y of the stuff around here." he says, with a grin. He moves the wagon back, and comes back around again to see her staring at the red one, "Ha ha, they are usually yellow, however as you start breedin' them, sometimes you get odd bloodlines that manifest. There is a bunch of old stories about the Birds, but the most famous one is about the Gold Chocobo, the one bird that all Chocobos are decended from. Ya see...there was a gold Chobo made by the gods once, the fastest thing on land, air, and mountain. It could climb mountains, fly high across the sky...and on the land it was the fastest thing known to man...but...it was loney, so the gods made a second one...a yellow Chocobo. From the pairin', Red and Black ones came, and the more predominate Yellow. The Black ones bein' able to cross rivers and streams, and Red bein' able to go over mountains and through the thickest jungles...a lot of Chocobo enthusiest try to breed the Gold Chocobo again..." "Ain't even know if it's such a thin', but we do have the Red ones...that one there was my pa's...a bit old in the beak now, but he's basicly king of the pin...nasty little bugger too...if you see a red one in the wild don't take it lighty...they are mean sons of.." "So stories asside, what brings you out all alone? Pa told me that soldiers only go out anywhere alone when it's really important...I hope that that there Alexandria's not causin' a ruckus.."

:'''[[Leon]] has posed:''' The female soldier follow Karth wants he starts to lead way. Noting the story to memory about the Chocobos and meeting a red one in the wild. It was something good to have on hand for knowledge. "Important? Somewhat." Ryven states with a calm demeanor. Alexandria causing them trouble though? That was almost something she could laugh at inside, since they were allies with them and Baron. "And no. No trouble from Alexandria." "I believe in our prior conversation, you were interested in joining with Palamecia's armed forces. Does that interest still hold?" She asks with a raised brow. "..also in the case of Palamecia. You should be more worried when there is more then one of us." She gives a wink. "We tend to travel in packs when we are out for important things. After all, strength comes from numbers and teamwork."

:'''[[Karth Mason]] has posed:''' Karth listens...when she says those words, he frowns and raises a hand. "Sorry could we not be talkin' about that near the home..?" He asks, and would like to lead her back away to the...uh... Watering hole. "Ya see, the reason I asked was because ma is.." he frowns, "She isn't well. The homestead makes enough to keep stable, but we're not rich folk. I've been goin' out trying to wrangle up money so she could get better treatment and all.." "But if she knew I was joinin' the army...like pa did before me.." he frowns, "She'd worry herself sicker." But... "And yeah...I'd still be interested in joinin'..." Money and money, and Palamicia seems to be the only ones lookin' out for the misplaced people on the plains. He grins a bit, "Pa told me that was pretty standard, the Northin' sky did so alot too, makin' the local fold reminded of their presence...even with the war with the southern' sky. Pa told me the solo folk tend to have important infomation, and it always pay's to be makin' sure they get to their destination."

:'''[[Leon]] has posed:''' Ryven gives a nod. "Very well then. We can discuss that at a later time." She says with a soft smile. "I do fully understand. Family is important and if your mother is will, I hate to see her become further sick." So she drops the subject for now. "And yes. Those type of solo individuals. Those who travel with important information such as spies or assassins." Ryven gives a soft nod. "We have a few of those among us, but not as many in numbers." "Do you know what your mother has or-- is that another subject that she be left untouched for now?"

:'''[[Karth Mason]] has posed:''' "I am willin' to accept, ma'am...I can even come back with ya after dinner. Tell them that you all got a job for me..." he says, and looks back to the farm house, "I can tell my brother the truth, he can cover for me real well, he knows what I do and he approves." He continues. "Pa just called them the Kings men and left it at that..." He says, and shakes his head, "No...I don't reckon we do know. We were tryin' to get some money together so we can get some smart folk from the big city with the strange religion to figure it out.." he shrugs, "Ain't got nothin' yet.." and he seems pretty neutral on that, "I appreciate you comin' yourself to make the offer...you seem like you know what you doin'. That one boy was gettin' pretty sassy with the arcadians. I dunno rightly reckon who would have came up winnin' that one, but it'd be bad for both sides if somethin' been done happenin' over some pride. Far as I can tell, you folk done right by me and mine."

:'''[[Leon]] has posed:''' "Perhaps our Emperor may know what plagues your mother." Ryven states placing her index knuckle up to her lips in silent thought. Her eyes narrowing slightly with a soft tinge of a red glow in them. "He is very wise and highly knowledgeable in mystic arts. Though to speak with him would require some work, as he and our general are both very busy men right now." Ryven then lowers her hand. "And thank you and yes.. Rex is.. one of the other officers. He is a very stern individual and one who has actually been around longer then I, to be honest. His heart is in the right place, just our job has roughed up his kinder nature." "I am just glad myself nothing came of it." The female officer tsks softly. "Its concerning enough we have to worry about technological differences. Archades is highly advance in technology while our only main line over theirs is just magic." And the darkness. The darkness play a huge part, but the less said about that, Ryven figures, the better. Since most people don't even like the concept of Darkness. "Now then, shall we have some of that dinner. I am very anxious to meet your family."

Queen of Flan!

2013-06-20T03:47:09Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/06/19
|Location=Rabanastre - Underground
|Synopsis=Murasame Corp asks for brave Adventurers to capture a Flan Queen! Fran takes her brave partners to find one!
|Cast of Characters=Tifa Lockhart, Montag, Kyra Hyral, Fran, Helena Celba, Caran Steel
|Tinyplot=Monster Hunters
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' The sewers... The sewers of Rabanastre are accessible from many points, but because of calling ahead, you've managed to avoid a annoying four hour quest system to try and win the heart of the ruler of lowtown. Murasame Zaibatsu has split the bill, paying off the locals and gearing up the expedition... The sewers are more like large waterways and underground aqueducts. Despite being in the desert, this place has LOTS of water. A surprising amount of water...but it is likely here because this is a sprawling city in a god forsaken wasteland. Infact, this leads into the waterways...which are even larger. Rumors, based on the activity of the Flans, and sighting of 'something huge' would put it at one of the deeper levels...more to the point, a large open area. It would make sense, a queen has to rule from somewhere. Here is where you start, the trip to the waterways were quiet...but here you stand where the flan is supposed to be at. The room itself is /huge/. Water flows down the walls and into large pools, which go down into the large undercurrent below... Maybe something needs to draw the flans here...the AIR is thick with mist though...not shockingly so, but it is definitely hostile. Maybe something to threaten the flan's home might drive it into action. There are, oddly torches that are out here. BGM: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CnlwN39t4Xg&list=PLF1168F43ACFEEB90

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' "You know, I wonder why cities like these make aquaducts and sewers that seem bigger thant he city themselves. This isn't just a service access... Its like inviting people to come to party down here." And this is Tifa's wisdom for the current situation. No wonder flans appear in here, look at the size of this place. Its to wonder if there's ever been enough rain in Rabanastre to fill this place ever, honestly. But when she gets in position, she stops talking... not wanting to attract the flan over before they are ready for it. Better if they could get the jump on it, really.

:'''[[Fran]] has posed:''' This is not the first time that Fran has found herself amid dark and musty tunnels where no self-respecting person, pirate or no, would ever tread had they a choice in the matter. Nor is this the first time that these particular sewers have been graced by the passing of her clawed stiletto boots. Her mind wanders for a moment as she passes through the sluice gates that control the flow the tepid mixture of water and human waste that runs in dirty rivers through ancient stone aqueducts. It was here that she and Balthier had fled during their ill-fated attempt to aquire one of the most famous royal heirlooms of the Rabanastre's ruling family - an escapade that had left them not only without their prize but saddled with the care of a young hume child who seemed to attract trouble like moths to a great flame. The sewers remain largely the same as she remembers them: infested with all manner of oversized vermin and a stink that could overwhelm the senses of even those with an iron-clad gut. The denizens of the deep demense seem unafraid despite the difference in size between their furry bodies and the tall woman, emboldened by an environment that lacks many predators to threaten them. The journey to the center of this labyrnith will be slow and tedious. Nevertheless, it is here that she will find her prize, and thus the pirate presses on. Several hours later, she arrives at her destination. The expansive room causes her gaze to drift upwards as she takes in the elaborate system of waterfalls feeding into the deeper channels far below. A thin froth of moisture drifts outwards from the roaring water creating a faint white mist that clings low to the slime-slicked stones but it is the presence of another type of mist that gives her pause. Fran holds up a hand, signaling for the others to stop as she allows her heightened olfactory senses to do the scouting. "The mist is stronger here," she informs them in a soft detached tone. "Be on your guards now. This place sets me ill at ease."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Ugh. Sewers. Why did it always have to be sewers? Kyra Hyral hates sewers, even if they are large and relatively free of filth and waste. She almost straight-up bypassed this mission because of that particular parameter. It didn't help that it was filed by the Murasame Zaibatsu, whom she was on dubious terms to begin with. However, someone made a personal request for her to attend to it and she didn't want to let that person down. Kyra brings up the rear of their little group all too happily. Rats or not, she is not the type to get too close to anything that came out of a sewer. Their mark included. She makes this completely clear by her choice of weapon, which is a handgun. In fact, it looks like she has at least three different guns on her, though only the one in her hands looks like a "normal" one. If Manhattan could be considered normal at least. "...mist..." Kyra repeats, well acquainted with the concept behind that word due to her own independent research into Ivalice and the history of Archades.

:'''[[Caran Steel]] has posed:''' Caran can deal with the smell. He magically puts a strong minty scent on a bandana and ties it around his face. At Tifa's observation, he looks over. "Room for expansion. What if your city gets bigger and you need more infrastructure? Also, it makes a good dungeon for newbies to learn in." Caran observes. Flans? As a Red Mage, magic is just one of many skills he has covered. Flans should not be a problem. Caran looks around. "I recognize my classmates, but I don't think I've seen you before. Are you new to adventuring?" The red mage asks Tifa.

:'''[[Montag]] has posed:''' Montag had picked up the job, he needed the money after all and also polishing his skills would never hurt. He adjusted his new helmet and didn't like it much the other he'd had for years and had it broken in right. He checks his weapons again and kooks over to Tifa for a moment. "Building over the ruins of a larger city and honestly? have you seen how much water a city can go through? Seriously Miss Lockheart. I hunted things far worse than monsters down in places like this." He tilts his head over to Fran and looks her over for a moment nodding once. Montag hadn't had much experience before the world was eaten with non humans that were not slobbering monsters or things like the snow women up north intent to likely charm people to their doom. "Right." he pulls a re-breather out and puts it on. "I have a few more if anyone wants it. You really don't want to be sucking down the stuff in here. Oh ya the name's Morgan Montag, just call me Montag. Not like I?m on the job today."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' The mist starts to thicken... You can hear burbling.. Looking around does not see anything... However, looking straight up...reveals a bellowing mass of Flan. This thing, is /huge/ and it falls to the ground, shaking the sewer and trying to send everyone down to the ground. It bellows, screeching even as it sees intruders... Intruders in /it's/ kingdom! Flans fall from the ceiling, many different colors as they start to help their queen. They swing their bodies, as the Queen leans back, as deep inside her something can be seen, a red hue spreads through her, as the flans all around you start swinging their arms... Leaving BURNING marks in their wake should they hit. Their attacks are coordinated...well too coordinated for normal flans. Their intelligence is massively increased, as if being near the Queen itself! BGM: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tGi5mP_pHEo&list=PLF1168F43ACFEEB90 MISSION START! Reduce the Flan Queen's HP to critical! Bonus Objective: Collect Royal Jelly! Bonus Objective: Kill Royal Guard Flans!

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart rolls her eyes a bit at Montag's answer "It just seems excessive, and furthermore this is a desert city. It musn't rain enough to ever fill this place up, and unless its severely clogged and backed up, it'd take a while for people to fill it with waste water..." She looks over to Caran at his questionning "Been adventuring for the better part of the last year, since the world merge at least. When not holding the bars in Goug and Traverse at least." She's seen her lot of monsters, treasures, and troubles. She pulls a cloth that serves as a breathing mask up over her nose and mouth. Not for the smell as much as the mist here. She smell you get used to it after a while, although its going to need a good washing out. Mist, not so pleasant. But that's when the flan appears. Less talking, more fighting. She manages to get out of range of the belching, by chance. Ew. Firey breath not cool at all. But she's there to pound some flan, so that's what she's going to do. Punches flying.

:'''[[Caran Steel]] has posed:''' Caran rolls a 1 on his Spot check and /doesn't look up/. Suddenly, flans are ALL OVER HIM, beating him down! "Agh! Ow! It hurts and stings! Ketan!" The winged cat climbs out of his bag, and its forepaws glow white before the glow washes over Caran's body, healing him slightly. And then Ketan takes off, flying to the edge of the swarm. With a grunt, Caran stands up, and gestures, forming a doorway in space next to him, and next to the cat. He and his familiar trade places before the door closes, and then... Ketan, being a flying cat, just takes to the air, while Caran uses his newfound breathing space to cast his trusty protective spells. "Ambushed... by /slimes/..." he hisses. How embarassing! Now who looks like a newbie adventurer?

:'''[[Fran]] has posed:''' Fran reacts on instinct, her shield coming up to protect her as the ceiling begins to shift in an unnatural way. The queen flan's dramatic entrance sends a quake through the sewers as its gelatinous bulk crashes down followed swiftly by smaller smudges of the same oily goo. The impact staggers the pirate and she stumbles momentarily giving their ambushers a clear line of fire past her defenses. Sizzling sludge assails her from multiple angles, the worst of the barrage being focused upon her as the vanguard of their small party. A muffled cry of pain escapes her before she manages to bite down on the weak outburst, grinding it away beneath cold determination born from decades of experience. The creature has landed the first strike but she will not allow it to hold that advantage for long. Raising her guard once more, the swift viera dashes into the enemy lines, boldly attempting to draw the ire of as many foes as she can. She does not know what skills the others may possess but from the looks of them, many are quite young and not likely to share her wealth of experience. Also, none of them seem to be particularly well-clad in armor, so that leaves the duty of absorbing the worst blows to her. Frigid blue magic crackles to life in her hand as Fran swings a hefty mace about into one of the smaller flans. There is a sharp crack as a wickedly curved sickle of ice lances out from its flanged head and she attempts to bury the crystal blade deep into the glowing red core of the slimey beast before moving on to another. Hopefully, the others will follow her lead.

:'''[[Montag]] has posed:''' Montag is not so lucky this time he's able to get a shot off but he's caught very hard with the huge Flan okay this thing was big and he's lucky his gear is at least fire resistant or he'd be really bad off. She can get the idea these things are working out too well and fire. Damn it he's got no idea what to do there. "Damn...not doing so hot!" Montag falls back and pops open a potion downing it's content while he prepares for a further assault. "We'll talk later looks like the mark found us first!" Montag falls back not out of being a coward or trying to run it's clearly he's preparing getting a feel for the flans and then calls out "Ice! IF YOU GOT IT USE IT!" It's a guess given the monsters are shooting flames at the moment, right? They likely love fire and hate ice.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "Ice?" Kyra frowns. "Blast, I didn't bring any with me-" With incredible reflexes, she darts backwards as a flame-covered flan drops down from the ceiling and nearly lands upon her. Knowing she doesn't command that particular element (at least...at the moment, hoho), she resorts to doing what she does best. Green-glowing darts are loaded into a second gun she has, clearly designed just for that particular projectile, while the regular gun is slipped away. Normal bullets typically do not do anything to flans, after all. (Sorry Montag). Speaking of Montag, though, he gets to be the lucky target.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' The Flan Queen burns EVERYTHING...even while you self buff! Fires rage, but luckily for some of you, you are quick little bunnies... Except for Fran, and she is giant tanky bunny. She is credit to team, in many ways. ICE blasts into the flans, disbursing them, and causing the queen to shreak. Can you speak Flan? I doubt it. You are sure it is not pleasant, however. Tifa beats into the Flan Queen. It looks down at her, it was like punching the Blob, you can not hurt da blob. Something strange happens, adapting to the cold, a different color spreads throughout the Flan, a soft blue glow...and the other Flans, the soldier flans, start to also do something odder... They also glow blue. Is this some sort of hive mind? The soldiers rain down their attacks, aiming to smack them with their long stretchy arms, or running you over with their large bubbly bodies. However, it is quite COLD now. Aren't you cold, Kyra... Aren't you...cold?

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Sadly, Tifa doesn't have much more than her fists... so as long as she can get its attention, that'll work for now. Blob or not, it would probably hate getting punched in the eye, right? She'd club it with something, but there isn't much around her for that purpose either. It probably wouldn't care either. If she was able to avoid the fire breathing, looks like ice breathing manages to get her... maybe because there's so much water around her, freezing the water at her feet, making for a very slippery surface that doesn't allow her to get away in time. "It doesn't seem like ice is the solution right now!" She doesn't have any kind of magic or elemental attack herself, so there's not much she can honestly do like this... Except annoy it more. Maybe take a hit for some of her companions. She kicks at the smaller ones, trying to boot them out of the playing field "Go away!"

:'''[[Montag]] has posed:''' Montag has no magic save a few material he makes use of in his hunting and stealth operations that's about all he can manage elemental spells are not something he's able to pull off at all. He wonders how much a hindrance this makes him to the party. "It shifted again..." Montag manages to get up a bit by grappling up on to the ceiling but it doesn't save him from harm this time. No he's caught with the full fury of the Flan's attack. Perhaps today the people are what's for desert and not the flans. What a twisted world this has become, he is not about to be food for what should be dinner! Okay it's more they are called Flans because they look like said food but that is beside the point. He draws a bead on the flans and lays down several shots wishing he'd brought some elemental rounds with him, that will teach him for not doing so.

:'''[[Fran]] has posed:''' The magically formed ice snaps off with a resounding crack, leaving the crystalline wedge embedded through the fat torso of the unfortuante slime. It burbles and jiggles about as the frigid magic seeps into its malleable form, quickly converting its watery body into one large ice cube that shatters apart into a hundred pieces from a swift smack of the viera's shield. It's death fills the air with a strange cloud of particles that seep into her body, the strange anatomy of the sentient goo mixing with the soft clouds of mist that drift across their feet. It is not an unpleasant sensation but she does not get the chance to enjoy the unexpected boon. The flan army surges forth anew as their bodies shift with chameleon-like reactions to the icy attack. Fran spins about, slamming the flat surface of her heavy aegis into the first of the onrushing tide and sends it sailing over the edge of the sharp precipice and down into the depths of the sewers below. Another comes at her from the side, battering upon her armor with flat paddle-like arms that leaves traces of rimefrost on the slick black metal. She turns aside the worst of these strikes but its fellows swiftly join in the assault and she is forced on the defensive for the moment. She takes this time to impart some of her wisdom to the others, having faced such creatures in the past. "Take heed of its light! It will react to our magics and attempt to adapt. We must counter its efforts and keep it off-balance." As if to make her point, the pirate's mace suddenly bursts into flames and she lays into the flans once again. Even as she swings, her mouth moves in muttered incantation and a thick burst of black fluid explodes into being at the center of the room, raining down a viscous oil upon the gathered monsters. She strikes again, touching the tip of her mace to the fresh flamable substance and the entire room lights up like a bonfire as the flames spread hungrily to devour the oil.

:'''[[Caran Steel]] has posed:''' Caran gets himself some breathing room, but the slimes keep coming after him. "Back, back!" Caran has to keep moving. He blinks and distorts and jumps slightly from place to place, the Invis spell causing the flans to strike empty air. "Ngh... still hurts..." He holds a hand to his chest. 'Life's refreshing breeze... ngh... blow in energy...' Another pulse of healing energy washes over him. /Now/ he's looking better. In the meantime, Ketan spots Fran in the middle of the flans. "Wow, she's /pissed/!" the cat comments upon hearing... whatever it is the Queen Flan just said. "Healing incoming, miss bunny person!" He spreads his wings and dives, paws glowing again, landing on Flan's shoulder just long enough to channel healing energy into the Viera.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Well now, this was interesting flan behavior. Kyra remembers her Monster Studies class. For flans, puddings, and jellies, coloration was extremely important. Not only did it help identify the particular species but it was quite telling about how it would respond to certain types of elemental magic. It turns blue. On top of that, it grows very cold. "Steel! Switch to fire!" she calls out, "I think it just reacted to your magic!" Cringing, she shies away from another flan, frost spreading over her skin. Oddly enough, it made her feel quite sick to the stomach. Another white-glowing mixture is slotted into the dart gun. One is immediately shot into her own arm. A second is withdrawn and she aims it over at Tifa, who is not entombed in armor and has plenty of skin available to shoot at.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' FLAAAAAAAAAAN! What was said by the Flan is something that can't be repeated because there are kids at home, Caran. However, your pet probably regrets being able to understand it. Ignorance was bliss. Because BOY she didn't wana hear about what it was wanting to do to the pretty looking sword mage. Eyebrow. Fire BURNS again, as Fran adapts quickly, proving her adventuring skills by following basic patterns. As others focus on cleaning debuffs and healing, Montag steps up, and provides a practical solution to a practical problem. How do you stop a mean old Queen Flan from tearing you a new hole? Use more gun. Gun seems to work, the flans are hurt, being driven back, others are regrouping as others take time to reform. Others are knocked out of cohesion. Literally. However, you can tell a Midgarian, but you can't tell them much. Tifa's fists strike, and finding they don't hurt as they should...worse, it seems to ABSORB the energy from the blows. Uh oh. The Queen roars in pain, and starts doing this again. This time...it's yellow. The other flans follow suit. What now, Trebeck? The flans, rally behind their queen, and start driving in towards the hero, this time trying to BOUNCE on them!

:'''[[Caran Steel]] has posed:''' Caran holds his hand out, and the flans slam into a briefly-formed barrier of magic. "Alright... /now/ things get serious! Lightning, coming u'Swirling bolts, come to my hand and strike out at my foes!' He makes a whi'THUNDERRRR... LAAAANCE!' He cracks the whip over the flan horde, sending out a shockwave to stun the flans... and then it straightens up and hardens, like a giant spear, which he swings to /sweep/ across the flans, trying to electrocute them all!

:'''[[Fran]] has posed:''' A rush of heat surges outwards from the now burning lake of oil that has settled over the center of the room. Annoyingly, the flans manage to avoid the worst of the flames, sloughing off the black fluid in piles of sticky mucus. Fran interposes her shield between herself and the deadly explosion, bright scarlet fire parting around the solid bulwark. The burning wall forces them to once more regroup and shift tactics. She does not waste this opportunity, calling forth healing magics to soothe the burns from fire and ice that have singed her flesh. Gentle green light plays across her body providing a balm to her injuries and renewing her vigor to fight on. The first of the bouncing jellybeans comes soaring at her through the veil of smoke and flames and only her swift reflexes save her from being smashed to the ground. Once more the wall of steel on her arm intercepts the attack, but its metal frame does little to prevent the burst of crackling lightning that flows out from the flan's gooey hide. Spiderweb sparks and forked tongues of electricity dance across her armor, seizing up her muscles and twisting the placid expression on the viera's face into a mask of pain. With a grunt of effort, she tosses the creature away and menaces the others with broad sweeps of her mace, describing wide arcs through the air to try and keep them at bay.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart doedsn't know what's worse. The curse or the cure in this case, considering she just got shot by her teammate to cure her... Well it could be worse, but its surprising! Yet it doesn't take long for what she had recuperated from the healer... that she gets shocked for more than she bargained for. Especially with wet feet like this. What's worse, Kyra or the flan? Can't be sure. But one thing is sure, she can't let the flans loose either! "I can't seem to hurt these things!" She steps back or a second, wiping the corner of her, her mind running with possibilities. If she can't hit with physical attacks... elemental attacks would probably be better, right? That's what the others said, but her usual array of techniques usually are enough. Not today it seems, those blobs are not feeling it. "What can I do to hurt them?" She asks mostly herself, which she kicks one of the smaller ones away, using it as a projectile toward the queen one. Maybe two bouncy can nil each other?

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Hey, it might be painful, but Kyra's healing works! She will take her thank yous later, by the way, because everyone is clearly hard at work fighting the flans. Careful (obvious) observation alerts Kyra to the fact that their color changes again. Yellow. Lightning! SO CLEARLY THE OPPOSITE OF THIS IS- "Screw it." Kyra mutters, slipping a dark green dart into her gun. Fortunately, this isn't aimed at any of the brave adventurers here, but the queen flan itself. "Let's see these monsters deal with cold, hard, /science/." Genetically engineered infectuous bacteria is sort of nature, right? She did harvest these samples originally from the soil before she rearranged their DNA in dangerous ways.

:'''[[Montag]] has posed:''' Montag looks as the Flans are adapting and changing or is it there's just so many of them? Rither way he keeps up at his perch for a moment longer before the flans figure out where he is? He's certainly making use of Gun, but it's not enough they keep coming and now they are all yellow? That means one thing it's going to get shocking for him. Montag quickly fires his other grapple off and moves seconds before the attacks come his way thankfully he avoid both he magical and physical end of things. he's almost ready for a good shot but he's got to set up, he fires off a few shots to keep the beasts busy but he's he's got something in mind, as he switches ammo clips loading up a clip of breach rounds. Either exploding these things will make it harder for them to for or they will be facing a whole lot of little ones, the questions is, will it be an idea when he deploys it. "Just watch the magic! Come on this is magic 101! The sort of thing we learned in basic!"

:'''[[Caran Steel]] has posed:''' MAGIC BLACK >THUNDERLANCE Caran's player blinks at the menu. Wait, no, that would be stupid. He chooses something else. Seeing the flans turn Yellow, Caran ducks and slams a hand against the ground, and the ground rises up into a short wall in front of him! "Oh no, you're not getting me again! Now, I'll show you what someone who's mastered /all/ the elements can do! That trick won't protect you!" He stands again, "The earth shall devour my foes whole! Hungry Pit!" He points at the flans, and a large hole starts to open up, water flowing in likely sweeping in the flans before the hole contracts, trying to crush them. "A thousand glittering shards! Glitterdust! Rocks fall, everyone dies! Hail of Stone!" Caran snaps his fingers and makes sweeping gestures with his hands, almost dancing as he rapidly throws out magic. When the hole closes, a single shard of rock is catapulted into the air and then explodes into shining, glittering powder. Now the slimes look like a little girl's craft projects. Which will hopefully make it hard for them to see their targets. And then, rocks just fall from the ceiling, pelting the flans from above!

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' The Flan Queen was being pressed hard... It's minions were being murdered, it's followers starting to be wiped out, and it's /BEST BOSS PATTERN/ is being predicted! How dare these...things do this to her! Kyra's magic cooking hits the thing, causing it to SCREAM in agony as it reals back...it covers it's body, trying to get it off...GET IT OFF! It turns green...but not because of elemental shift. GLITTERDUST happens, pounding into the Flan, throwing it into the air, and then back down...it's pattern discovered...oh nos! Tifa beats the <GOOSEHONK> out of it...but it's like punching jello. Montag takes shot, but...again, it is shooting jello, it's hard to find a weak point, or something solid to hit that isn't just...jello. However, it grows...and grows...and grows...it shifts, as SUDDENLY it starts to shrink. FLANS split from the queen, flying in suicidal directions, before EXPLODING as they land. FLAN STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORM! Better avoid the storm.

:'''[[Caran Steel]] has posed:''' FLANS EVERYWHERE! Fortunately, Caran can cheat his way out with ridiculous magic! He opens another door to Ketan's position up in the air... and then a flan hits the door and goes through. The sudden unexpected drain on his magic (without the master-familiar connection to ease the teleport) leaves him stunned, and the flans pile on, the door disappearing after a few more go through. The now-glittery slimes eat through his wards easily and begin dissolving him. "Waaaauuugh! No, no, no, no, NO! Get OFF me!" Caran flails, brushing flans off and getting to his feet, channeling more healing energy into himself and restoring his defenses as he tries to see a way out of the flans. Gnh... he's going through a lot of magic, but adreneline sustains him. That and the thought of how /stupid/ it would be to die here to a bunch of /slimes/.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Fire, Ice, Thunder... now Air? This thing is like a rainbow of everything! She manages to run around the corner of the one those large waterways, just in time for the worse of it to blow past her (pun all intended here). Okay, time to put the final touch to this game, and when the barmaid goes 'final', you know what's coming next. She was surprised by the sudden influx of power that surged up through her body. Looks like they did something right at least, as she feels much stronger. Maybe that's what made her move out of the way faster too. Well, time to use that power on them. Jumping back out of hiding, she zips straight for the queen. Fists raised, she drives the two straight into the Queen's mouth. Her fists glow, and then releases out her stored ki into a single, double blast, Final Heaven from the inside. Before the queen can react, she kicks her way backward, hoping to keep her arms in the process of course. This isn't quite like putting your head in a lion's mouth, but still.

:'''[[Montag]] has posed:''' Montag sees what''s coming at him as the Flan come for him he detaches his grapples and drops back to the ground he lands in a crouch and moves aster than one might expect a Shinra trooper to be able to even then as he goes he makes sure he's weapons are ready he's got h round load and he's got the weapon op scaring down it's scope at the Flan Queen. The high powered rounds are loaded and he takes aim he takes another moment then fires three times in rapid succession one at the queen the others into any remaining ,minions of he?s and then he's one the move again firing again pausing only long enough to fire and avoid hitting anyone else who happens to be in here fighting. As Tifa and Caran go at it he continues to make use of the distraction to take another second to aim a bit better and fire once more. "Come on you over grown snack food! GO DOWN!"

:'''[[Fran]] has posed:''' The sea of slime bodies parts as the queen lets out a warbling call, warning its minions of the impending wrath that is about to be unleashed. Her body jiggles violently like a tall mound of pudding atop a shaking table and Fran tenatively begins to approach, unsure of what this strange behavior could herald. The first wave of kamikaze projectiles sails past her with wet pops and she turns her head in surprise, tracing the ballistic arc of one of the deadly flannonballs. It crashes into the far wall with a horrendous explosion, buffeting the pirate with a wave of overpressure as the concussion wave rebounds off the confined space with redoubled fury. Fran struggles to keep her footing and manages to regain balance just in time to intercept the next volley. Her shield batters aside two of the monsters in quick succession, their bloated bodies digging deep craters into the weathered stone floor as they detonate, showering her with shards of sharp debris. A few find purchase in the wide open spaces where her tanned skin is exposed along her legs and back. Thin trickles of blood stain her body but she ignores the pain, pressing on to the source of these attacks. The viera weathers the worst of the storm of flan bombs, carving a path ahead with mace and shield. She breaks through as the queen's energy begins to wane, rushing across the still smoldering craters and crushed stone to lay into the beast. Sparks burst into life at a word, dancing from her fingertips to gather in an ethereal cage about the flanged protrusions of her weapon. There is a sharp crack as she swings the mace down from above, the smell of ozone and the metallic taste of static filling the air as the thunder explodes with controlled fury into the blubbery hide. She strikes again immediately, crimson flame igniting like a torch in the wake of the missing electricity, and her weapon leaves a shimmering trail of heat and flames as it fulcrums around in a dazzling display of agility and skill within a heartbeat of the first strike.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Infected flans might start bleeding out their orfices right now. But since flans do not have blood or orfices, they might just kind of melt as the bacteria wreaks havoc upon it. Kyra seems eminently satisfied. But the response from the flans for their combined assault...damn. Rather than relying on physical agility to win the day here, she lifts her hands to form a Shell over her. Flans splatter against it like gigantic, hideous snowballs, sliding down the invisible barrier and piling up around her. Her dart gun is (thankfully) slotted away. Calmly, she presses her palms together. Those attuned to magic will feel it suddenly swell within the white mage to dangerous-perhaps even catastrophic levels. Wind swirls around her and a corona of mutlicolored energy spirals out from her feet. "...get out of my way..." she warns as it suddenly explodes outwards all around, though the bulk is directed out in front of her as it tears through the ground towards the Queen Flan. When it strikes, it suddenly spreads out beneath the creature in an X-shaped pattern in the ground, then blasts upwards.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' The Flan Queen is BLASTED to hell and back. Tifa beats her fists into it, despite it being made of J-E-L-L-O (it's alive) her fists break through it's barriers... Even as Caran HEROICALLY heals himself, instead of killing the threat...it builds back up. Fran unleashes her pain, she hits it's massive bulk seemingly doing nothing...but taking up on that is Montag, putting a bullet right where Fran struck, shattering the Queen causing it to reel back. It mutters something incomprehensable.. I STILL FUNCTION! Kyra takes that bet... A crater remains of where the Flan once stood, now it is imbeded into the wall, loosing consistancy like a melting bowl of ice cream.. Better send it off Fran, before it dies.

:'''[[Fran]] has posed:''' A pirate knows an opportunity when she sees one. Unfortunately, her overzealous young partners seem to have forgotten that their objective was to /capture/ this massive booger, not melt it into candles. But she came prepapred. Sliding the mace into a simple metal ring on her belt that functions as its holster, she reaches into a satchel besides it and withdraws a strange looking device. Being rather technologically savvy herself, Fran has some inkling of how the thing works, but thankfully the designer made it rather simple to use incase a trained engineer happened not to be around. She depresses a button on the surface of the fist-sized sphere and tosses it at the sloppy mess that used to be the queen flan. The contraption explodes into several pieces in midair, four slender spikes rivetting themselves into the stone with shaped charges. A thin net stretches taunt between the buried nails and a bright burst of light flashes before the eyes of those gathered as a single powerful charge of electricity fills its criss-crossed frame. The shock seems rather unnecessary to bring the half-dead flan into a submissive state but it's not like there was a switch to turn it off. Once its short lived power source is exhausted the sparks flicker then die out and a wash of distorted air quickly replaces it, bending the space within the net's confines in unnatural ways at a preprogrammed teleportation spell carries the target off to a waiting cell somewhere within the confines of one of Murasame's labs. Fran watches the lightshow quietly, her emotionless gaze ensuring that the device functions properly before she turns and begins to make her way back torwards the tunnels that brought them down here. Mission accomplished. Now they get to look foward to another couple hours of trudging back through sewer water and diseased rats. She's seriously going to need a drink when they get top-side.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart phews as she leans against a wall, a bit tired after the fighting "Well, mission accomplished..."

:'''[[Montag]] has posed:''' Montag watches as his allies just lays down the the pain on it he seems to be in a good mood as he chugs a potion till he can see someone else about his injuries and looks the others for a moment and smirks "Not a bad run ... though I think we over did it on the Flan." Well it's not dead at least. "Come on I don't want to spend another moment down here and I doubt the rest of you do either."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' So Kyra was just a little enthusiastic! Just a little! So enthusiastic that her magic leaves permanent marks all over the inside of the sewers. When the multicolored lights fade and Kyra sees the damage done to the flan, the white mage makes a face. She can follow directions. She knows what the objective of this excusion is! The horrifying thought of /failure/ starts to creep into her at this sight. Fortunately, they have Fran to thank for the save. "...whew."

:'''[[Caran Steel]] has posed:''' Caran HEROICALLY HEALS HIMSELF! Stumbling a bit froim his wounds, he draws his sword and faces the flans dramatically... They're defeated. Oh. Well. Huh. Good thing everyone who participates in the fight gets XP, right?

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:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Central Park.. The sun was shining, the bee's were buzzing. Spring was in full bloom, shaking off the last remains of winter that tend to dig in their heels in Apirl. The hobo king was sitting on a park bench, as ducks had surrounded him. He had brought some EXTRA bread today, throwing it out to his minions who adored him as thier bread champion. They had just arrived in the city after their flight... Will wondered, where did the ducks migrate to now? He blinks a few times, and shrugs, he just guesses Traverse town, everything seemed to migrate there. He puts his head in a palm after disbursing the last of the bread. He was officially fired today, he'd had a date later, but right now, he was enjoying the hard fought sunshine again. Even though darkness was around the bend, he wasn't afraid of what it might bring. He sucks in a breath, "Ah..."

:'''[[Riku Proxy]] has posed:''' Sometimes the universe works in mysterious ways. For exactly, if you think /really/ hard. 'Wow, I really hope I don't run into Will Sherman today' this pretty much works as well as randomly wandering off into a direction and bumping into Reize. And sadly. Today is sort of a inaugural day in which all old things are new again and as such... THUD. SMACK. Crash.. "Oi.." a faint groan of someone falling out of a tree. Riku spits out leaves and twigs as he shakes his head back and forth. He pushes himself up to look around for a moment, and then thumps back down with a grunt. "..damnit."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "You know, for hating trees, you fall out of them alot." Will says, looking out from his seat. Will stands up, walking over to Riku and helping him to his feet. Brushing Riku off...Riku will realize that Will has taken a bath. He doesn't smell funky, and while his clothes are still...yeah, they are rather cleaned and taylored too. "I thought you mastered those things?" Will says, motioning back to the seat he was at. After all, Riku might need another sit.

:'''[[Riku Proxy]] has posed:''' "I..." Riku sighs and then laughs. "..I don't even know anymore." he pushes himself up onto his feet with Will's help. He brushes down his clothes and looks at Will funny for a few moments as if just realizing something. He blinks once or twice, then looks to the bread. He sits down on the bench. "It's.. stopped working right. I got so used to doing it perfectly that.. now I'm sort of really confused." he sighs with exasperation but no real anger. "Share some of that bread? Maybe those ducks will come back if I stop falling out of trees. Which yeah.. I do seem to do a lot don't I? Trees. Fountains. Buildings. Maybe I should make a list."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "Better than falling down stairs." Will points out and sits down, handing him a piece of bread. It is sort of stale, but that is what you feed ducks! "Hmmmmm..." Will says, "You SEEM more upbeat than normal!" Will declares, "The last time you grumbled for a whole hour, instead of laughing it off right away. MAYBE YOU have been INFECTED with..." Will pauses, dramatically, "The cheerful."

:'''[[Riku Proxy]] has posed:''' "OH /no/-- I better go run off and break something or else I might turn into Sora." Riku says with mock terror in his voice. He shudders. "Or Reize." he snorts to himself as he leans across to get the stale bread. He relaxes back against the bench and throws a little of it in a short crumbly arc of duck food, looking suitably aggrieved. "Promise to shoot me if I lose so much of myself that I start acquiring a small group of ragged but earnest adventurers and can't find my way around my own apartment, let alone the worlds at large."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "Or are followed by a large number of girls under fifteen." Will says, with a laugh, "Eh, I don't think THE CHEERFUL eats your IQ." Will says with a nod. "At worst you'd turn into Mercade. There are worse fates." Will says with a grin. "And yes, I promise to shoot you if such a thing happens." he laughs, "How have you been Riku...besides falling down trees? How is Arcadia treating you?"

:'''[[Riku Proxy]] has posed:''' "No." Riku says quietly. "Not a bad fate at all." he snorts. "Except for having to put up with you and sundry others." he pulls another fragment of the stale bread and casts it out in front of him. "It's.." he pauses for a long time, uncertainty coloring his expression that gradually softens into a bemused smirk. "It's.. going pretty well actually. The investigation is over. My lessons are going well, even if I get my ass regularly kicked. It's.. it's good." he looks over at Will. "..How about you? What have you been getting into?"

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "Hey now, I am nothing but helpful!" Will gets indignant. "Hmm...sounds fun." Will says, with a face that says it doesn't sound like fun, IE: getting your butt kicked. "Well, if you get kicked too many times, you'll find it hard to sit down, so watch that!" "I've been alright...we've been...hounded by a guy named Garland. Apparently he's trying to show Avira and Mercade a lesson by going after everyone around them. I haven't encountered him yet, but...yeah." he shrugs, "Right now though, I'm fired for the day."

:'''[[Riku Proxy]] has posed:''' "Ppft. Helpful. Yeah. We're all so very lucky." he grins and shakes his head. "Fired.. for the day?" Riku takes a breath and then lets it out very slowly. "Eh. It's actually no fun at all." he sweatdrops. "Man. It's hard on the ego when everyone else you know is better at swordplay than you. Or.. pretty much any weapon, in some cases." he shakes his head and slumps just a little into the bench, throwing another piece of the rapidly dwindling slice out to feed the ravenous quacking hordes. ".. so it's today, huh?"

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "You remembered." Will smiles a little. "Yeah...it is. I'm gona go visit later, but right now, I am joy enjoying the nice day. I have a lot to tell her this year...a lot has happened." he shakes his head. "I have a feeling even more will happen next year, so I might wana geta drink." he grins. "Oh you could always be like me and not use a weapon! It's pretty great to beat someone up with your bare hands," Will grins. "Well...you're doin' something now, and even though it's hard you seem to be really into it. That's good. Get stronger, Riku, because I fear we're all gona need that strength.." he says, shaking his head, "Me too, I'm testing out the limits of my new power too. There is a lot out there..."

:'''[[Riku Proxy]] has posed:''' "It wasn't strength I needed." Riku says very softly, he aims a 'if you say this to anyone else I will punch you.' look at Will, raising his eyebrows as if to emphasize the point as he continues. "..I needed a place to belong. A place where I could find.." he pauses and then continues. "..family, I guess. I.." he chuckles. "I tried and failed with the TDA because Maleficient and her merry bunch of /jerks/ were weighing over my head every second of the day. And.." he sighs. "And for a long while I couldn't trust you. It's hard. You are damn confusing, Will Sherman. You are the only immortal I know, and so my perspective is sort of skewed in that regard." he shrugs and splays his head. "..but I realize I don't care anymore. You fixed it. Whatever it was. It's.. that feeling of unease isn't there gnawing on my head anymore. And now that it's gone, I need to tell you something." Riku pauses and throws the rest of the slice, cleaning off his fingers. "I.. don't know if it's going to make things better or worse, but it might as well be now."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will listens, 'If it's I love you' Will thinks 'then this is going to be ackward.' Will takes a breath, taking everything in stride, "I can't blame you really," he says, "Given what happened and how much of it was my fault." he shrugs, but what is done is done, and what feelings there were...they seemed to be eased now, he doesn't ask any questions, letting Riku get it all out..and now... "Alright. Lay it on me."

:'''[[Riku Proxy]] has posed:''' "When we were on that boat. And.. time wasn't the right way around, and that still gives me a headache to think about. I was wandering around that house. That house at the end.. before.." he pauses and swallows. "Before .. he.. showed up and I turned into a jerk dragon and.." Riku shakes his head as if just saying these words reveals the unlaying unreality of the whole situation. "I mean.. I was just wandering around and. I didn't know what to do. I was afraid to do anything. Say anything at that point. It was just too painful." He pauses for a long time, as if gathering the shreds of his thoughts together into some cohesive form. "I remember it because it was just so stark. All the memories. All the pain that I'd seen with you and.. with myself. There was almost a fuzzy edge around it, like dreams while still awake. And suddenly... this lady. Is looking /right/ at me. Not through me. Not into the distance or from wherever that memory came from. Looking /right/ at me."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "A lady?" Will asks, frowning, "Was it Hel?" that was the only one he remembered being down there. A lot of things happened, but well... "Uh yeah...sorry about that. I didn't even know what was going on with it...I think it was that place we ended up messing with us. It can make memories and stuff come out." Will wasn't sure about it himself. "The dragon was basicly a jerk though." "So what did this woman look like?"

:'''[[Riku Proxy]] has posed:''' "Yeah. I was." Riku agrees with a nod. "About as close as I can reasonably come to beating myself up about something in a literal sense." He laughs quietly. "I can do you one better. I promised myself.. I wouldn't forget this. Because when we came out. You were still." he shakes his head. "..set wrong. Whatever set right with me didn't stick the same way with you. It.. helped, but it was still in my head. That disquiet. That waiting. For.." he trails off. "Nevermind. So when I stopped freaking out. I retrieved my journal and wrote it all down, and.. there is a picture here because.. I was never sure if you'd believe me or not. So. Let me go find it again." He laughs. "If even THAT bit can work right. If I don't pull a mousetrap or some singing frog out of my pocket." He shakes out his hhand and reaches into a pocket. He draws out the black journal and sighs with obvious relief. "Good. At least that still works." "She told me a lot of things. Most of them will cause me to slip a COG if I poke at them too hard. But.. she said you'd need a friend. And she said.. even then. That you wouldn't listen. Because you only listened to everything negative. That you just.. filtered it all out." he snorts. "..she's also sort of a smart-aleck." he flips the pages of the black journal, looking for the right page.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will laughs, "She wasn't wrong...I wonder who it is..." Will frowns. Again, when the answer is right infront of him, he doesn't always get it. "Maybe someone I knew in the past? Though why would they interact with you specifically...this almost seems like they weren't part of the memory.." Hmmm... Will isn't sure about this, but the girl sounds cool enough...being a smart aleck can be funny sometimes. "I dunno, a singing frog would be funny right now, it can even sing showtunes!" Will thankfully doesn't start singing 'Ragtime Gal'. He waits, leaning back in his seat and waits patiently. "Yeah...I was. It's uh...still weird and stuff, I mean, it was weird. It is less weird now...okay, no I am still pretty weird, I am just the good kinda weird?" he shrugs, "It doesn't make sense.."

:'''[[Riku Proxy]] has posed:''' Riku just laughs. He rubs the back of his head and laughs. "Yeah. A singing frog actually would be kind of interesting. Showtunes would serve me right, seeing as Manhattanites apparently break out into song at the drop of a hat." Oh.. geez. He didn't know this would be so hard. The Will Sherman wall of Ignoring The Obvious was something he was just going to have to scale though, and see what eventuallu would happen when he did. "It's the good weird." he pronounces finally. "At least from this end, anyways. So. Continuing this story. I don't know. I'm thinking some sort of.. fae answering machine. I'd say /singing fish/ or something but I think I'd get whacked from across the universe." he chuckles. "Her name, as far as I can tell is Sigyn, although she took different names over time.. It's an immortal.. fae.. thing I think. You might be familiar with one of them.." Riku snorts. Yeah. He can't help taking a poke at the wall of obvious. Even now. "--and.. she said after you had sorted yourself out, that you would go find her. And see everything for yourself.. and hope you would understand why she had to leave." He finally flips past behemoth images and distant landscapes and unfinished sketches to a picture of a blonde haired woman. Melody. Sketched by a semi-competant hand. At least enough to be easily recognizable.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will laughs a little too, "Singing fish? Now you're stretchin'! Maybe...I don't know the other fae very well. Puck was interesting, and so was Coyote. They generally seemed like people I could be bros with, if not...you know, for us all apparently needing to be jerks to each other...or I wonder if that only applies if you're related to them." He shrugs, not knowing. Will shakes his head at the name...it rings a bell, it rings a bell deep inside him. He feels...sad suddenly, it is...inexpicable. He looks down for a brief moment...a single tear escaping his eyes. He wipes it away, "Huh...I think Loki did know her.." he says, it ususally is the reason why he feels odd emotions. Then he looks up. The sketch catches him off guard completely. He sucks in a breath, he stares at the picture for the longest time without even saying a word. There are so many emotions flying through his eyes right now...sadness, anger, love, relief...and then back to sorrow. Will is shaking and it's a good thing they were already sitting, shaking his head once more, "How...did you...please tell me this isn't a joke? Tell me one of them didn't set this up? Tell me that this...please tell me this isn't a joke Riku.." he says, trying not to break down.

:'''[[Riku Proxy]] has posed:''' "No, Will." Riku says softly. "I think.. you know me better than that. If anybody would." he sighs very quietly. He reaches over and gets another piece of stale bread. He leaves the black journal on that page and looks away, leaning against the bench. "Those ducks are starting to eye my shoes." he comments dryly, pulling off a section to throw towards the milling waterfowl.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "...Yeah," Will closes his eyes, something burns in his heard that he hasn't fully felt in a long time. He puts the notebook down, and wipes his eyes. He laughs a bit at the waterfowl, but...it's hard for him to smile this time. Something has reached in and grabbed his heart. She was...she IS alive... And she... "...Sorry, I just...Mim did this to me too, but...this time...it's real." he says, "I dared not believe it."

:'''[[Riku Proxy]] has posed:''' "Mim?" Riku asks, and then shakes his head. "Yeah. Whoever they are. That's a jerk move." he smiles at Will as he starts to pull himself together and lets out an internal sigh of relief. He.. wasn't actually sure how this would go. "It's okay. It's pretty weird even for the life I seem to have carved out for myself. That's why I wrote it down. She.. or at least whatever she left behind to do the talking.. made me feel better when I just felt like my head was going to explode like a mine. Just.. shatter. Everywhere. So when I stopped being crazy and I took a look at it. Yeah. It's still crazy.. but it's the actually true sort of crazy I think."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "She was...is good at that." Will says, "She's...kind." Will is trying to get his head on straight, this was...this was a bombshell to him. He's not surpressing it, he's not...rejecting it, but he is having a hard time put his feelings together...which is to say he's handling it like a normal person! Funny that! "I...Damn it..." he says, "She knows you were going to tell me today..."

:'''[[Riku Proxy]] has posed:''' Riku thinks about it and then nods. "Yeah.. probably. We.. both sort of have our heads twisted on the right way. There is bread. It's.. a thing that's been nagging at me the last couple of days. I couldn't really pin down what it was, and then I decided I'd go talk to you." he chuckles. "Easiest way to do that is the old trick of reverse psychology on the universe."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Ha ha ha... Will laughs a little, it is...happier, but also at Riku's luck. It is...kinda funny, he shakes his head... "This is...man." he says... "I...wow.." he just says, "Wow.." he is cheerful...whatever happens...she was alive... she was alive! "I think I should go, Riku."

:'''[[Riku Proxy]] has posed:''' "Alright." Riku swipes another slice of bread. "I'm going to stay here for awhile. I've got to get used to the idea of /walking/ everywhere again." he tsks and sighs in chagrin at himself. "..oh the horror." he smiles at Will and raises a hand in farewell. He then sits back.. closing the journal and stuffing it back in his pocket, and settles in to feed the ducks.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "You need to just put one foot infront of the other." Will says, with a grin, and runs off. Litterally, runs off. Will's fast.

A Meeting of Bad People

2013-05-24T00:30:18Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/05/23
|Location=The Ame-no-Torifune
|Synopsis=Helena And Feige have terrible ideas and discuss the Hyra sisters.
|Cast of Characters=Feige Abramson, Helena Celba
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' The Ame-no-Torifune, a impressive ship created and mantained by the Muramasa family, one of their many secrets...another one, Helena, had called Feige to one of the few labs on the ship. This one was relenquished to Helena directly...she often did magical experiements, reloving around her strange brand of dark Necromancy, but even she dabbled in other arts...science was one of these, but alas...her skill in the sciences was not as great as Kyra's or...well, Feige. Helena is not too proud to as for help, she knows her limits...and when she can exceeds them by learning from those who are willing to teach. Right now, there is a strange dress being hung up and sealed from the rest of the ship. It was made of a dark material, that occasioanlly glowed, as power from the Ame-no-Torifune was sent into it, keeping the biological systems alive...still, there was an important part missing... Something that would make her work TRULY wonderful... But what was it? She feared it was beyond her skills to perform.

:'''[[Feige Abramson]] has posed:''' Feige was supposed to meet Helena twenty minutes ago. Fifteen minutes ago, Feige sent a message to Helena claiming 'something came up' and she would be in as soon as possible. She is a secretary, after all, so she probably is a bit of a stickler for schedules. When Feige does arrive, she seems frustrated by something. And perhaps even a touch dissapointed. Her labcoat flourishes behind her. "My apologies, Miss Celba, but a bit of a wrinkle occured in one of my projects that had to be dealt with immediately and ... firmly."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena is forgiving.. If it were Master Murasame, she would be less forgiving. "It is alright. I have been kicking around therums anyway..." she sighs dramatically, throwing her hands up and placing her spell-pad down. "What I am missing I can not do with magic, and my skills in xenobiology is not as extensive as I would like. This will take time I do not wish to take..." She says, and looks towards Feige. "Something I think you have more ideas about than I do..." she pauses, "Must have been important to vex you so.." It takes one of similar mind to know the mind of another. "Nothing troubling I hope?"

:'''[[Feige Abramson]] has posed:''' "Some members of this crew seem more...moralistic than I had anticipated." Feige says. "I hope I don't have to worry about this with you, Miss Celba." Feige even looks like a mad scientist so really she is not very sneaky about her belief structure and what she is. She doesn't do drugs, though, kids! Even Feige doesn't go that far! So just say no! "Luckily it has been dealt with though I will have to inform Mr. Murasame of this development. But enough about what vexes me! What vexes you is far more interesting than stubborn outdated belief structures! Please, explain to me what you've been working on and we'll see if I can be of some assistance." She takes a moment to push up her goggles.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena pauses... "Alma." She says, without even needing anymore than that. She sighs, "Much like the recipient of this dress so long ago...no, I think more so. Kyra at least had the drive to learn beyond the scope of her religion...she's grown...more than one way." She winks, "But...Alma refuses to grow, she refuses to change...it is /annoying/ to be around her. She offends me in every way possible..." more than even she wanted to admit. "Please do inform him...she has grown into a problem...and no, you do not need to worry from me...Necromancy is not something you are good at if you have morals like hers." She runs a hand through her hair. "I am trying to make a dress that feeds off the bio-electrical signals of a human...bonding to them. I was inspired off the strange mimics found in the undercity of Goug...they take the shape of other organisms, and feed off of electricty...I thought, if I could make a symbiont, this would be a good basis of it. So we make it into a article of clothing...perhaps even install some features...obviously ones of fassion, but maybe some defensive and offensive skills...perhaps even a way to keep some roudy people...under control." She smiles. I have it able to feed off of small electrical current...even low enough to not harm a host who increased their intake a bit...chaos," said like 'hell' "it might even be a selling point..." "Alas, magic only takes me so far...I can't mimic what I want it to do with my spell selection...it's like...magic is a roadmap, the issue is I am trying to drive to a place that doens't exist yet. If I had the road map.." she waves, "Of course, I am only a novice scientist by comparison to your skill, Doctor." she pauses, "Or was it Professor?"

:'''[[Feige Abramson]] has posed:''' It's interesting that she'd use 'chaos' in casual language like that. She's not sure if she knows about Souji's situation, however, and isn't about to blab herself. Better to play safe with Souji until she knows more. "Ah excellent, I'm very glad to hear that. And I see you know a bit about her already. Very interesting, mmyess..." She adjusts her goggles again. "Hahaha, you're flattering me! It's a nice feeling. Alas, I still have so much I have to learn. So allow me to see if I understand. You wish to create a shapeshifting dress based off the 'mimic' entity, and you wish to anchor it to another being, granting power but also dependency. Very interesting, very interesting! I recall a similar project, but never of the idea of making it into a dress. Very creative, mm, mm..." She fwips out a datapad, tapping at it rapidly. "Never heard of a secretary into necromancy. You must have had an intriguing life. I don't suppose you could tell me a bit more about Miss Hyral?--and Doctor, if you prefer, but I don't stand on formalities. I'm not a teacher as of yet." She taps more at the datapad, scrolling down some selection menu with an index finger. "Allowing it to read mental signals so it can obey mental commands is simple enough if it's already feeding off it. There may be a matter of willpower, of course. Ahh--And with some minor modifications, we can allow it to secret a pleasureable drug cocktail to encourage its use. Addictive, of course. With time even if they desired it, it would be quite hazardous to remove."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena just looks AMUSED by this... "Now, THAT is something I should have thought of!" She giggles...it is a DEVOUS giggle of course. "It might require more samples..." she ponders, "Unless you have something in mind already?" But the secretary stood up, "Ah yes, I am Master Murasame's secretary, yes...but I was brought into the Muramasa family at a young age due to a...unique connection with darkness based powers and the power over death. Master Murasame is as close to a brother as any I know." She says, and takes another look at Feige... "I am starting to see why he brought you in, yes.." She finally says, "It is no small honor to be regonized by the Muramasa family, they have an eye for only the best, and only those who want to push passed their limits." "Well, an article of clothing also seemed the best way to hide it...people are easily fooled by appearances." she giggles again, like they were by her. "Alma or Kyra? You know all you need to know about Alma, she carries powerful light based magic, she has a unique ability to shape it to her whims...but does so...so boringly." "Kyra on the other hand is a white mage too, but also understands the power of science, she incorperates science into her studies of light faith...and has even sought my unique skills to add to her own. I have hopes for Kyra...though her disdain for Master Murasame is...vexing."

:'''[[Feige Abramson]] has posed:''' Feige Abramson hmms. Monster or modification. She doesn't neccesarily deem it neccessary to find a sample to work off of...but that doesn't mean it isn't a good idea. "If you can find a creature that performs such a symbiotic secretion, or any number of working parts to accomodate that sort of system, then that would--in theory--speed up the process than just modifying it wholesale. I wouldn't say it's neccessary, but gene therapy takes time. The closer we are to what we want originally, the less room for error, you understand. And then we can focus on making it a pretty pretty dress." She pauses a moment. "Of course, I don't know much about what makes a dress pretty."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena smiles, it is a smile that Feige is familar with, but never sees herself. It is the smile of mad genius. "Oh nevermind you...I have a design in mind. I have a GREAT taste of dresses...and I know my Kyra well!~" she giggles. "Ah...well, I guess I can see about some...monster Ranching then. I just have to find the right samples...probably want superior specimines as opposed to the common run of the mill, yes?" She says, nodding once... "Well, I will see what I can do for you Doctor.."

:'''[[Feige Abramson]] has posed:''' Finally, rational minds. Feige was worried she'd forever be trapped in a world of madness. Feige chuckles. "Well, you want a superior dress, yes? I hope to learn a lot about dressmaking. Thank you, Miss Celba." She bows her head respectfully. "I hope that those two see the light, of course. It always saddens me when potential is wasted."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "Kyra will come along. She is a woman of science too, like yourself. She is...still new, but I expect good things from her...she has adaptability! And that...that is very important." She chuckles, "Alma...no I am afraid that she will...not come along, short of shattering her mind." She ponders.. "It's not out of the question."

Hot Date

2013-05-21T04:59:34Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/05/20
|Location=New Orleans
|Synopsis=Angantyr and Maira go on a date. It is almost actually hot.
|Cast of Characters=Maira, Angantyr Vespar
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr was asked on a date, Angantyr isn't...shy around women, though a traditional date isn't something he hasn't actually done in sometime...quite sometime. He was but a younger lad when he took a lady for a date, though it wasn't by choice...they were just trying to marry him off. He sets for Maira to meet him infront of a creole resturant in New Orleans...it wasn't by far a upscale resturant, it was defintely more lower...but it was cozy and relaxing. It was obviously wasn't ran by a company, and was ran by a local. This means the food ws going to be /great/. Angantyr isn't in the heavy armor, because the portals don't allow for this sort of thing here. However, he is also not waring it for another reason...instead it is a dark blue shirt, with a jacket over it. Slacks, and some decent shoes. He isn't screaming RICH, but he is at least dressed nicely. He looks at a watch, and shakes his head.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Alright alright, she's late! Hopefully the results are well worth it though! Maira finally arrives, crossing the street as she spots Angantyr. Of course, it actually took her a moment to figure out it was him. She doesn't see him out of his armor very often. That said, there are not many other men walking around who were nearly seven feet tall, so she's not completely fooled! A car stops for her to cross the street and she hurries up a bit, waving shyly as she approaches. Maira is dressed in sleeveless green sundress, knee length, with a v neckline and sandals. She's arranged her hair to be slightly less insane, and has even put on a bit of makeup she likely borrowed from someone. Do /not/ catch on fire. This will be her mantra of the evening. Finally she reaches him, smiling up (way up) at him sheepishly. She can't believe she's doing this. This restaurant better have alcohol! Liquid courage! "H-hey Angan..." she says, looking him over. Her eyes just widen. "Sorry I'm a little late, aren't I?"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "That depends? I am sure it is seven thirty somewhere." He says, with a grin, and opens the door for her. "Anyway, it's not like we need reservations." He says, and follows her in. He motions for seating for two, and they are placed by a window. The place is slightly smokey, obviously they allow smoking...but well, what place doesn't in this timeframe? Angantyr pulls a seat back for Maira, and then sits across from her, sliding in himself. He takes a menu, and orders some wine. A bottle should be enough for the two of them. "So what possessed you to suddenly ask me? Or was it being shirtless again?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' A bottle should be enough for the two of them? Not so sure! She blushes. "Sorry...I was...trying to...yeah," she says, gesturing to her hair. She moves inside then and takes a seat. Maira looks around the restaurant, a smile forming. Its charming, and the smells coming from the kitchen are amazing! Of course, when he says /that/ she almost chokes on her own saliva. "I-it was not!" she protests. "Not that--urgh." Maira takes a deep breath. Steady, this is silly. No reason to be so nervous. Relax. "I asked you cause I...wanted to know if there is...you know...something here," she says, motioning between them. "I know you knew how I felt but...I really...I didn't even think you ever would. It's really complicated...want us to be honest with each other--but I want us to have a good time, you know? Things are going to get bad, we both know it." Oh good, look, wine! The waitress pours and Maira downs half the glass.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr looks at the glass. "Leave the bottle." She tells the waitress. Angantyr takes a long drink, a very long drink. He then pours out some more, and then for Maira too. And then takes another long drink. That was going to help things... "Things are complicated because I was interested in Avira before I knew you...and after Avira's choice and whatever...well, your feelings for me weren't very subtle. It's...well, I can't just go 'Sure let me go with Maira now'. It...cheapens whatever could be. I mean, it not only makes it look like I wasn't serious with Avira...but also not being serious with you either, and that you're just a runner up. That's...not something I think is fair to you. So...I just...kinda waited, I wanted to see if it was a thing...and let things calm down between Avira and myself." "Then Garland made things worse.."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira listens, nodding slowly with understanding. "Yeah...I...I understand that. Its hard for me to explain, but I really never thought there would be anything besides friendship. So when...the thing at the hot spring...I was pretty darn shocked! Heh, I had kind of told myself I wasn't going to do this anymore...pining over someone who didn't want me. Was ready to move on," she continues, reaching for her wine again. They'd better get some bread over here or something, and quick. Angantyr, being gigantic, can probably put away a bottle but Maira is probably going to be tipsy on one glass. Maira looks out the window for a long moment. "And I never want to hurt Avira...or anyone..." she trails off. Maira picks up her menu then and hides behind it while trying to decide what she wants to eat. Quickly her eyes scan over the menu, then glaze over. Oh god, she has no idea what most of these words are.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Yeah.." Angantyr says, sighing. "This <GOOSEHONK> is complicated." He says, and pulls up his own menu.. Oh yeah...there we go. After a few moments he closes it. "I think I know what I want...the Gumbo is great." he suggests, and slides the menue towards the edge of the table. Hmm... He takes a breath, and another drink. Angantyr can at least hold his drink well...it's probably because he's was poisoned constantly by Garland, and as such has built up a large immunity to these things. He also drinks like a fish. "Yeah. So...I admitted it. It was just...out of not wanting to cheapen you that I didn't persue...but yeah..." he says, rubbing his face. "So...here we are."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira laughs. Yes, this <GOOSEHONK> is complicated. Extremely. Maira sinks a little lower behind her menu, blushing roughly the shade of boiled lobster. She takes a deep breath, then straightens, smiling nervously, but playfully. "Well you /kind/ of admitted it," she informs him. Not that she'd done any better. Damn, they suck. Maira sighs with frustration then and scoots over to point out some words. "Okay what does this mean? And this word? ...also this one..." some of the words she's pointing out are obviously french of creole, some are just uncommon english words she'd not come across in her extremely rudimentary education. "Gumbo? Well, I should get something different so we can both try each other's," she informs him. This is to maximize foodings, because Maira is kind of a bottomless pit and has a deep appreciation for food. She was close to kissing Alma's feet when she came to cook for them.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr shakes his head... "You'll just take some Gumbo. Gumbo is where you start with this kinda thing...and you branch out from there, trust me. If you don't like gumbo, you won't like anything else." Angantyr doesn't even bother reading, because he's pretty bad at Creole. He takes another drink, and grins at Maira... "No need to be embarrased." he says, with a shake of his head. "Yeah...and I did." he says, with a shrug, "You're a beautiful woman, I'm not shy about these things."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "Well, I do like gumbo...I had it at Mama Odie's," she said, thinking back to that time. Hey, maybe there is someone she should visit again. Maybe she'd have advice! When he says she shouldn't be embarrassed, she shakes her head, laughing. "I disagree! This is incredibly embarrassing--especially when you say things like that!" she says, flushing, the air around her for several feet growing warmer. No no no! No being on fire! "I can't imagine you being shy, but you do seem...kind of nervous? I don't know." Gumbo is ordered, much wine is had by Maira, and when it hits her she's smiling easier. Food helps a great deal as well. Per usual, she eats with enthusiasm and isn't a mite embarrassed about it. If girls were suppose to eat dainty either no one told her or she doesn't care. Indeed, she actually sticks a couple of the dinner rolls in her purse. Old habits die hard. Of course, someone outside is playing jazz. Maira is tapping her foot along to the tune. She wants to dance, but she knows Angan doesn't dance...well bah, fine he can watch her dance, she needs to move! "I....have to daaaaance!" she says suddenly, throwing her hands up before she hops up from her chair and moves outside to join in the sudden jam session, twirling and swaying.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr listens, and shrugs. "Actually, I am just being careful with what I say. I'm a bit of a jerk, if you haven't noticed, so I am trying to be...less...jerky." he says, and is happy when the food gets here. He eats, and grins as Maira shows just how...MUCH she loves food. He eats, slower, but still a bit himself...he is a large man. Then...Maira starts DANCING. Angantyr laughs as she just suddenly can't help herself...nevermind that Jazz isn't often something you DANCE to... The floor is already shaking, and he watches for a moment... Then oddly, Angantyr stands up, walking towards Maira, and grabs her arm, immediately... Pulling her into a twirl. Angantyr CAN dance...he CAN dance quite well, surprisingly as he pulls her back and forth, ready to swing her like a mace, almost.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira would respond that he's not a jerk, at least not usually to her, when they are alone and not talking about someone he dislikes which is most people but--OKAY she appreciates the effort. Indeed, Maira has had half a bottle of wine and she is about as tipsy as she's ever been, dancing seems like an absolutely grand idea. She almost screams in surprise when her arms is grabbed and she's pulled--into a twirl? By Angan!? Well then! She gives him a very surprised look for a moment, then giggles brightly as she takes his hands, allowing herself to be swung around, she assumes with more care than his mace! She's kind of delicate after all! Well, there is no way they are not becoming the center of attention. Its a lively jazz that's good to dance to and others have joined in, the musicians reveling. "You can dance!" she laughs brightly, hopping upward to throw her arms around him so he can spin her again. Goodness knows her feet wont touch the floor. Everyone is so darn /tall!/

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr takes care of his mace quite a bit! He also spins Maira eaisly, her feet not even touching the ground as they then move into a swing. Angantyr pulls her back in close, and starts a more lively and closer dance leading her around. "I never said I couldn't dance...I said I don't. I was born in nobility. Dancing was something you learned how to do as a matter of course." he says, and continues, "Though this...this is a bit different." he says, and grins, pulling her back once more, and a second spin. "Are you always so unpredictable?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira laughs brightly, throwing her head back with abandon as she spun again. She's dizzy, but its an enjoyable amusement park ride kind of dizzy, and Maira loves those. "Hehehe it figures you can dance! Well, you should dance, because you're good at it, and you look like you're having fun!" she replies. "Heh...you must have given up a lot of privilege huh? I grew up in a slum on the streets, then an orphanage," she laughs. This is not inherently funny, but she's drunk and right now its /hilarious/. "Unpredictable?" she asks, she almost falls over as she's twirled. Someone is doing some fancy moves and she's trying to copy the footwork. It doesn't really work so well, her feet getting tangled. She falls over, still laughing. "I don't know! Maybe!" she answers.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr is surprisingly good. He, however, waits for the song to finish, and helps Maira off the floor, "You're also drunk," He points out and sets her down back at her seat. He sits back down, it was a bit exhilerating. He takes another drink, "And all that activity just made it go right through your body. Eat something." he suggests, and shakes his head. "It was...not all great. I grew up being reminded what I was, and how I was different. Sure, I was nobility, but I was...basicly treated like I was my father's bastard instead of a child." he says. "Rallus was treated like the first born." "But...I don't envy you yours...growing up on the streets and a orphanage..." he shakes his head, "At least I knew my parents."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Ooh she doesn't want the dancing to end! Don't let the music go! She allows herself to be plunked back into her seat though, snickering. "I already ate a lot! If I eat anymore I'm going to burst. Also its really warm in here isn't it? Oh wait is that my fault? That might be my fault," she answers. When he tells her about himself though, she listens, sobering some, her eyes wide and sympathetic, her expression so serious suddenly its almost comical. "Everyone has problems...I use to dream about being those rich people who got to live up on the plate and saw the sun every day...how their lives must be so perfect. But no one's are," she says. "Oh, I knew my mom for a little while. She died when I was six. There was this really bad illness that swept through and we couldn't afford medicine and mom was too sick to make any--I made it through, but she didn't. Then I lived on the streets for a while until someone took me to the orphanage," she explains. It is pretty much the most depressing thing. Maira is living better now than she was before her world fell to darkness. "Never knew my dad though. Mom said he was...a soldier or something? I dunno, she didn't want to talk about him much," she adds with a shrug.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr listens.. "Plate? You mean Goug right? Where the Shin-ra's world and that other world merged?" Hmm...he knew of the SOLDIER...he wondered if that is what her mother met...and he also wondered if the nature of the relationship was a trist...or maybe he died in a war? Who knows...and she didn't. This made things...sad. He takes a breath, "The grass is always greener." He says, "It truly is. Well...you're here...now, and doing pretty good for yourself." "I guess I am too, who knows." He says and trails off. What could he say...? Words failed him, because this talk made him remember his home. Now, he could really think about what he lost, because he realized...nothing he could do could bring it back. IT was lost in darkness, and even if it did come back...the Arcadians.."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "Yeah...just like that. Some places are the same, but most of it isn't the same...its a strange place to be. Sometimes I go there--we met there once, remember?" she says, smiling. As for the grass being greener, she nods. She's not going to argue. Angan wasn't the typical noble, but she'd have taken it if it meant she never had to be hungry. Now, when he says they are doing good for themselves, Maira laughs hard. "W-we are!? I guess if you measure success by how many extraordinarily powerful people want to kill you than we're doing very well for ourselves!" Maira finishes what was left of her wine, then hiccups. "We should...go...outside...walk?"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr puts some money on the table. He nods, and helps her up, sighing, as he realizes he'll probably be taking her home...but well, he is used to armor so. "Yeah, lets take a walk." he says, and smiles sheepishly to the owners who wave to them on their way out. "Hey, Valkyri is pretty famous, and I'm a respected Mercinary. So...that's soemthing, right?" he says, "Don't sweat the small stuff.." he doesn't believe that for a moment...Garland isn't small. "I remember, when Kaydin was making you upset. Second time I planted a dumbass tree."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira waves cheerily to the owners, taking Angan's arm as they make their exit. Likely people will be saying what an adorable young couple they are and what a strapping bloke Angan is etc. etc. Maira breathes in the night air, inhaling the smell of oleander and night blooming jasmine. New Orleans is a lovely place, and they are not even in the ritzy section. "Famous...I guess so. That just seems to mean we get our building destroyed a lot though," she answers. She blushes then. Oh that wasn't a good thing to bring up! Maira gives his arm a squeeze. They've already talked about that. Its in the past. "Yeah...haven't seen him in a while, for which I'm pretty grateful! I did almost set part of the city on fire..." she sighs. But hey, she hasn't caught flame yet tonight! Yet.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr doesn't comment on it the fub. Instead he shakes his head, "You're getting better with controling your fire. You've done some good for these worlds, and that's what you need to focus on and now your failings. Never forget them...never forget what you need to improve, but never be discouraged when you fail. If you learn something from failure, then you've grown." he says, and grabs her hand, squeezing it gently. "Don't worry yourself to death...what will be will be...worry about what you can change.." he assures. "Anyway, it's too nice a night to be depressed."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira smiles softly, sheepishly. "I'm getting better, but sometimes it still slips...I accidentally burned Perci really bad..." she replies, remembering that with a wince and a good bit of guilt. His advice is noted though, and brings a smile back to her face. "I...guess I have. Heh, that's all I ever really wanted. I didn't want to go on existing, thinking that there wasn't a single person I'd helped, nothing I'd done..." Maira shakes her head, looking down as he takes her hand and tells her to stop worrying so much. Easy for him to say! ...Actually no probably not easy. Maira turns her eyes to the sky then. "It /is/ a really nice night, isn't it?"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr nods once... "Hot in the day, slightly less hot at night." He grins, and continues to lead them along...he also shows little fear of any...CRIMINALS. It'd be their worse day. Angantyr resists saying 'he deserves it' and instead frowns. "You'll get better, you already have...and you already helped a LOT of people. So don't try this mopey stuff." "Hmm...where should we go?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Would have to be pretty cross with him if he did say it! But she's actually kind of surprised that he doesn't. Yes, he's on super good behavior tonight and she should probably milk it for what it's worth. "Yes yes! I won't be mopey! We should have kept dancing," she suggests. Maira stops and takes a look around then. Where /should/ they go? "I don't know, I don't know this city at all..." she says, then lets go of his hand only to run around to his back and LEAP up to latch on. "Okay! Just run! We'll end up somewhere!" she says, a mad glee in her eyes.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr pauses... He has a Maira on his back who just wants to run free... "Very spontanious." He says, and shrugs...when in rome? And he makes a maddash forward. It's not like she's heavy to him.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "BWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Maira laughs wildly, clinging for dear life and otherwise just enjoying herself. She is going to be so hungover tomorrow. Eventually she sees something, a little park with a fountain, and calls for him to stop. Maira climbs down and moves over to take a seat on the edge of the fountain. "Well--" hiccup! "--that was fun..." she says, swaying a little. Wooboy, alcohol and fast movement is interesting... Maira looks to Angan, smiling. "So...how did it go?" she asks, gesturing vaguely between them. "This date thing. I haven't done it much."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr finally comes to a stop... He looks down towards Maira as she finally sits down, and he moves to join her. Hmmm... "Did you have fun? I think that is pretty much how a date qualifies for good or not, if we both had fun. I've had a few that were just a boring dinner while the lady just went on and on about herself." He says, "This...this was engaging, and a bit more extranious than I thought it'd be." He says, with a laugh. "How about you, did you enjoy it?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira smiles, not really needing to think about it. Really, its probably the most fun she's ever had with him, probably because they were darn determined to have some fun. Nothing like the pressure of a god of Chaos and some Shadow Lords threatening you to make you live for the present, right? "Yeah, I did! This was really fun...thanks for taking me out," she replies, looking up toward him. She's going to have to give a lot of things more thought in the morning...or well maybe the afternoon at this rate. "Don't have to worry about me going on and on about myself, I run out of things to say pretty quick," she adds with a laugh, followed by a hiccup. "I'm glad you had fun, I don't get to see you smiling very much." After a moment, Maira looks to the sky again, and just goes quiet.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr looks up with her..a sea of stars up there, dimmed by the city lights... "You're too hard on yourself." He says, "And I thought I was pretty hard on myself." he says, ruffling her hair a little. "...I guess I don't, do I? I...I've been on this path...his road to destruction...I knew the road would lead to my probable death....but well.." he says, with a sigh. "...Now I guess I have my life infront of me...the past is still there...and I still have a bone to pick...but...it's...not grabbing me like that...not anymore." He closes his eyes, "...It's freeing."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' To hear him say that really warms her heart. She smiles, warm and bright, reaching over to hug him gently. Maira's a hugger. She just is. "I was so worried...I mean, I'm still worried, but...this is good. It's going to be hard, but its better than feeling helpless, right? I'm really...proud of you," she says, her smile widening. "You have people who care about you, no matter what. You know...whatever happens, I'll support you, right? That's what friends do, and we're that before anything else, yeah?" she asks.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Yeah." Angantyr says unironically. "Yeah.." he says, taking another breath. "...Maybe I'll hit Faris up for that position on her crew." he says, "...I always wanted to be a sailor. If I am going to have to live my life as it is...maybe I should do what I love."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira rests her head against his shoulder, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. She can almost think that everything was going to be alright. Somehow. Maira smiles again at mention of Faris. "Heh, you were really comfortable on her ship when we were helping Jasmine...wow that seems so long ago...but it wasn't really, was it?" she comments. "You should then, if that what you'd really love to do. Run off, be a dark knight pirate...we'll get you an eyepatch!"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr is much too tall for this to happen. So she instead is just laying against him. Remember, he still SEVEN feet tall. Angantyr frowns for a moment, "Yeah...it does. Very long ago. Yeah...I was very active on the ports when I could escape the house for a few hours. Eventually got my own boat before things went south. I always loved sailing." He says after a moment. "Also, I don't think I can be a Dark Knight AND a pirate..." he says, "And the eyepatch makes it hard to see!" he says, "Hm...I might ware the patch if you ware the serving wentch outfit."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "Well why not? You can't just not be a dark knight anymore can you? I mean I guess I don't know exactly how one becomes a dark knight but your darkness is part of you so I don't see it going anywhere," she comments. "You could very well be a pirate too--PFFFT!" When he suggests that she wear a serving wench outfit the air around her heats up considerably--before she can actually ignite, (if that were going to happen) she falls backward into the fountain. Probably for the best.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr laughs... "That is the better of the outcomes. I mean, as much as I wouldn't mind the view, I think you'd mind the city getting it too." He says, and offers her a hand up. He is still chuckling. "Are you alright?" he asks, between chuckles.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' She's soggy, but fine. Glowering, but it can't last. She laughs. "Not like enough people didn't get a view when I use to accidentally burn my clothes off all the time...pretty ironic that its Ivo who put a stop to that. Maira reaches up to wring out her hair, grumbling and blushing. She remembers that time at the maid cafe. He was totally looking down her shirt! So was Tera but Maira is /pretty/ sure that was different. /Pretty/ sure. "Heh, I should probably get back..."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Hahaha...alright. Why don't I go with you back? I'd suggest the corridor...but I think this doesn't qualify as emergancy enough." He says, and stands up, helping her back onto the street... "Also, you're tipsy."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Indeed, Maira sways a little as she stands, holding into him like a giant crutch. She's missing a shoe, and she's not entirely sure where it went. Probably fell off while she was on his back. Woops. Maira giggles, nodding. "Yes, yes I am! Lead the way--maybe we'll find my shoe."

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|Date of Scene=2013/05/19
|Location=Archades
|Synopsis=Angantyr takes a stroll around Arcadia, some Judges have a word with him. He provides them a warning.
|Cast of Characters=Riku, Cirra Constantine, Zargabaath, Angantyr Vespar, Rallius Vespar, Gabranth
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:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Upper Arcadia. Angantyr was easily the most recongizable of people Arcadia was after. He may not be very FAMOUS yet, or even that infamous as lets say the legendary Sky Pirate, but he was at least, VERY recongizable. This is why, suddenly walking through Upper Arcadia would being alarm, first through the Rank and File, and then to the Judges. The Criminal who attacked a Judge Magister, who was sentanced to death, was walking around town. He wasn't even GOING anywhere. He just walked in a circle, some Soldiers thought he looked suspicious, someone checked some paperwork... Whatever the Judges do now, Angantyr does not care. He is...simply walking. It is like he /wants/ to be found. Also, he might not actually know how to get into contact with a judge. He also might just be sending a message too. HE MIGHT JUST BE LOOKING FOR A FIGHT. It's hard to say, Angantyr is pretty antagonistic, at best, to Arcadia.

:'''[[Rallius Vespar]] has posed:''' Rallius Vespar knows how his brother operates. In part, it is because his brother is...well, Angantyr has always been an impulsive boy, prone to jumping to conclusions and making snap decisions. The Judge Of Light, by contrast, has always been a much more patient man, a man who thoroughly considers every option when he has the time, who carefully weighs all the benefits and costs to each of his actions. More than that, Rallius Vespar knows what Garland taught his brother. Where Garland has taught Rallius his infinite and immortal patience, his cunning sense of planning, honing Rallius into a strategic and precise tool, Garland taught Angantyr exactly what would strength Angantyr - rage, violence, and destruction. It only made sense; their master was a distant man, who knew how to hone men into tools and blades to suit their needs...and, Rallius is distantly aware, his own. But that was the price Rallius had paid to become a great judge. His reputation for fairness was known far and wide, and, as far as Judges go, the man is relatively peaceful. It makes it all the more appropriate for Rallius to be the first to find Angantyr. "Angantyr." Rallius steps out into the street, his massive shield held calmly in one hand, his helmet blocking out his face - and his slow, disapproving frown. "Is there some reason you've set foot into Archades?"

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Word passes quickly through Upper Archades when a wanted man appears in the streets in broad daylight. After all, the nobles do not like the thought of someone interrupting their carefree days exchanging gossip--I'm sorry, Chops. But the identity of this wanted man... Well, it has pulled Judge Magister Zargabaath out of his airship to see to the matter personally. He arrives a few moments after Judge Rallius Vespar calls to his brother, and motions for the soldiers and Judges still in the area to disperse and return to their own duties. He makes no move forwards to involve himself, and in fact stays well back while simply folding his arms over his chestplate. From there, the Judge Magister of Reason waits and watches carefully.

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' In Upper Archadia, nobody can hear you meander. Or at least.. walk around in a circle as if you were enacting a terrible slow motion revenge on the cobblestones by treading a rut into them like an absolute fiend. The crowds continue to move along although some serious scance-taking goes on outside of easy sightline. In the crowd, a young judge cadet is taking a very long walk from the market district back to the dormitories with a sort of dogged persistance. His feet drag slightly on the cobbles from fatigue, a clothing bag slung over his shoulder. The teenager stops after turning a corner, backing up several steps as his mind refuses to process something all the way through. He brings up a hand to rub the bridge of his nose. His eyebrows raise very slowly as he continues to stare with morbid fascination and no little amount of confusion. When Judge Magister Zargabaath shows up, his eyebrows raise even further and he leans against the edge of a building. He lays the bag down and folds his arms, seeing how this plays out.

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' The Judge of Ambition was also here, but mostly cause when people start hustling, even when you are temporarily civilian rank, you /still/ go to find out what is going on with keen interest. So Gabranth, ignores some orders and decides to place on his armor, because if something was going down like hell he was going to be caught with civilian armor. He may get the fifth degree from Zargabaath later, but after a few stress runs and some sparring, he was sure he has this handled. Really?! And yes-- he misses his job, amazingly. So where does Gabranth end up? He ends up not to far behind Zargabaath, with his hands coming to rest on his hilts as his blue eyes peering out from the helm. He glances over to the Judge of Reason then back at the dark knight pacing around. So far no one was making a move beyond the Judge already at the scene and sense he was holding no rank, he couldn't give any orders. Zargabaath, currently, was the one in charge when he was present, until Gabranth got his position back that is.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' "/Who/ Is in upper Arcadhes?" A pause. "And /who/ has gone out to meet him?" Another pause, a great roll of the eyes towards the heavens. "We'll be lucky if the raw pretentiousness doesn't sink the whole city." So The Judge of Wrath suits up and goes through the streets of Archades, until she appears on the other end of the street as Zargabaath, one hand on her hip. Not much has changed about her armor, she insisted it wasn't needed with her temporary position, but others insisted that her station be made more obvious. So now there are horns on her helemet that curve elegantly backwards and taper down the neck of the headpiece. cirra Cosntantine watches until the Golden Boy of Archadia decides to do something. Or Angantyr hits him, either is fine with her.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr pauses... There is his brother, as...yeah, he was sorta pretentious. Like...really. Angantyr wondered if that was always the case, or if it were years apart that made the obvious avalible to his eyes. More judges start appearing, he looks from side to side, noting Zargabaath, the old windy <GOOSEHONK> who loves the sound of his own voice. He sensed something else nearby...dark, but he can't put his finger on it...something was different, but he doesn't ask. Not now... A familar darkness gets his attention, though, and he glares towards Gabranth, but he doesn't immediately strangle him. He turns back... And then there was another judge...familar armor...horns? Oh this was going to be...interesting. Angantyr doesn't look hostile...well, okay, he LOOKS hostile, but he isn't drawing a weapon or channeling darkness. He is, pretty passive, placing a hand on his hips, and not making any reaches for a weapon. "My presence here in Arcades should be concern on it's own. However, today...Brother, I am not here to fight with you. As much as I want to remove your stupid look off your stupid face, and take revenge on The destroyer.." he cocks his head towards Gabranth, "I have a different reason for being here today." "I have left Garland's service. There is a price for such a thing, however...I daresay it was worth it, however. The price he wanted me to pay to stay in his service was something I could not pay anylonger." He takes a breath, steadying himself. "I'll spare you the details of what he was wanting, brother, and stick with what does concern you...and your fellow judges. His desire is to destroy the Vesper line."

:'''[[Rallius Vespar]] has posed:''' "Then you should pronounce them quickly, brother," Rallius says quietly, "For the other Judges will not be as kind and forgiving as I." Angantyr speaks, grave words indeed. But Rallius...Rallius pauses, and laughs. "Is that all you came to say? You came to warn me that our Master might slay me over a slight you committed?" "I hope you have some greater purpose in mind here, for such will not save you from the others, nor will I stand between them; you are a criminal, and you deserve to stand trial." Rallius clasps his hand on Angantyr's shoulder. There's a smile on his face. "....still. To hear you call me brother again is a kindness I had not dreamed possible. I will ensure that, if you come peacefully, some lenience, some mercy, is granted to your sentence. Archadia would be foolish to throw you away."

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' The 'old windy <GOOSEHONK> who loves the sound of his own voice' is, paradoxically, completely silent at this time. Judge Magister Zargabaath frowns slightly behind his helmet when voices are kept too low for him to hear at his current distance, and motions for Gabranth to keep an eye on the surroundings before he lowers his arms to his sides and advances forwards at a non-threatening but firm gait. He overhears Rallius Vespar saying something about lieniency should Angantyr surrender now, and stops his advance at that point. There is no need to get any closer at this time, all things considered. "Judge Vespar. Angantyr Vespar." He inclines his helm to each of them in turn. "What is going on here?"

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' Riku rocks back on his heels a few times and stretches his arms up above his head with a slight exhalation of breath. He is eavesdropping shamelessly, and although he isn't picking up anything concrete, he's picking up enough from body language and fragments to be concerning. He refolds his arms across his chest and looks towards the other judge magisters, drumming his fingers on his forearm. He looks idly up at the nearby rooftops and then around at the city streets where he could get a better vantage point. As something comes to mind he puts a hand to his face with a 'thwack' almost audible over the crowd noise. His other hand moves to rest on the hilt of the sword at his hip as he grinds that palm into his face, dropping it with an intense look of exasperation.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra shifts her weight slightly as she watches the two talk. Gauntleted fingers rap against an armor plate. "Yes, I'm sure you should surrender peacefully, and we could all go back to what we were doing." With you behind bars, possibly in chains. She keeps that part to herself.

:'''[[Rallius Vespar]] has posed:''' "My brother came to me with a warning, Judge Magisters, that our Master-Of-Arms - a swordsmaster I have yet to find the like of, from whom I have learned much with which to serve Archadia - has some vengeance to wreak against him. My brother believes my life to be in danger for his mistake." Rallius folds his hand over his chest and bows low to Zargabaath and Cirra - he hates Cirra as much as she hates him; the stuck-up rage-addict was less an arbiter of justice and more a woman working out her frustrations on the poplace, as far as Rallius is concerned, and her promotion troubles him greatly, but no matter. Rules were rules. "I am...hoping to convince him to see the error of his ways. He is, after all, my brother, and I love him dearly, even despite his best attempts to discourage me."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "...Oh wow, after all these years you developed a sense of humor.." Angantyr says, with a slight chuckle. "Oh god, you were serious?" Angantyr pauses... And then he laughs even harder. So hard infact that he ONLY knocks the hand away, instead of decking him for touching him. "OH man, that was good." he says, rubbing his eyes with a gloved hand. "Oh man...yeah, I needed a good laugh." he says. "Yeah, no, I am not going with you. Not even a little bit. I have things to do, people to protect, and I won't be doing so dead. I came here, to give you my warning...and that Garland...is also going to make the streets of Arcadia run red with blood." he says, "...That is all I know on his plan, Judges. So the rest is up to you...as much as I /absolutely/ loath each and everyone one of your sorry <GOOSEHONK>s...these same people made me realize that while your foul corrupt and disgraceful society is all of these things...that it doesn't deserve the destruction that Garland and the heartless will give it." "Now, we can do this peacefully, or not. I don't care either way, and I do have vengence I'd love to take out of at least two of you...more are always welcome to the pile of revenge." He says, shrugging. He pauses... "You are a fool. The man /taught me/ how to control the darkness I use naturally. He instructed me, specifically. He is a Shadow Lord, and you are a fool to think he won't kill you with ease." He says, shaking his head, "He is powerful and older than you can imagine..."

:'''[[Rallius Vespar]] has posed:''' "If what you say is true, then when next he shows himself and commits crime within the borders of Archades, he will be brought to justice," Rallius sighs. He doesn't actually *believe* most of this; yes, he knows Garland is a terrible force of evil, but he's also pretty aware that Archades isn't exactly kind and fluffy, and he's ALSO aware that Garland doesn't stand anything to gain by killing Archadians. "Until then, you are a criminal, and your word is at best the word of a criminal."

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Strangely, Rallius has never found evidence of Cirra ever taking things too far. Cirra is equally frustrated by not finding evidence of Rallius' complacency. "We think roughly the same of you." Cirra says, but then the eyes behind her helemt narrow. She steps forward, the gait in her walk has changed from the normal confidence to sometihng mroe cautious. "You say this Garland is the one that taught you how to use the Darkness?" /she/ knows Angantyr was born with that power, but that didn't grant him mastery. "And he wants to target Archadia...Archades itself?"

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Judge Magister Zargabaath is suddenly glad for his helmet as the full facts are laid out as obvious and bare as it gets. As it is, his stance noticeably stiffens as he hears both Vespars speak on the matter. "Garland." That one word holds terrible understanding. He has been in the being's presence before, after all, and recent news of Garland's direct or indirect activity elsewhere has not gone unnoticed either. The personification of 'Chaos, Walker of the Wheel' has left a very strong impression on the Judge of Reason. His helm turns slightly, first to regard Rallius, then to focus on Angantyr. "I am inclined to believe him, Judge Vespar. His presence here makes no sense otherwise, considering the given circumstances." He turns his helmed head to regard Judge Magister Constantine as she officially joins the conversation, but falls silent at this point to return to simply listening.

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' Gabranth has been listening to this conversation and at last starts to make his way over, but he keeps his distance for now. His swords were unlatched and ready to be drawn if need be, though he continues to hold his own. He was also observing the area closely. He doesn't say anything, though he wants too. Mostly because he knows that if he speaks up he may cause some big issues. Bigger then what already are here.

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' Riku leans away from the wall, picking up the bag and slinging it over his shoulder again as he comes closer. "Your honors, I think the next time is going to be the actually forementioned blood running in the streets. They don't exactly do anything by halves. Ang pretty much handed himself over on a plate with trimmings and a can opener in order to give this warning. Is there..." he pauses. "Please, your honor. Let this go peacefully. "

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr gives his brother a stare, "Like I care what you think. This is why I made a big showing of being here, instead of attracting your attention elseware," he says, rolling his eyes. Zargabaath and Cirra ask the right questions. "Yes, he did. I could not control it when I was younger. It came in bursts...ususally as violent as my mood. The last time I could use it, before my training, is when I faced down my own brother when he set one of our own cities on fire under the direction of Gabranth." he says, with a bit of...hostility. It cools...he hates this place, he hates these people...but he...Maira was right. "And yes, he does...why I do not know." he continues towards Zargarbargle. "Yes, Garland. And yes, you are right. I have no love for Arcadia, nor much for my brother, but...it would be hypthocritical of me to not warn you." he says, with a shrug, "His activy is known, his contacts run deep...so I suggest you take him as a serious threat." And then Riku speaks up, and this catches him by surprise. He looks at him, staring for a long moment... "Huh." he says, thinking about what to say...but he stays silent, for now.

:'''[[Rallius Vespar]] has posed:''' "...if that is the case, then we have no reason not to prepare." Rallius agrees calmly. He's grateful to Garland, and he doesn't really believe any of this, but if the Judge Magisters agree with Angantyr, he has no reason to be hostile to his brother. "I did what I had to for the sake of our people," Rallius replies calmly as he turns away from Angantyr. His hand goes over his chest, and he bows to the Magisters again. "If you believe Garland to be a threat, then my first and only loyalty is to the people of Archadia. I will begin preparations to deal with any incursions immediately, as I know him best."

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' Gabranth keeps his hands near his hilts but he doesn't say anything. Even as Ang points out the old past that has created such a family feud. A sin, as many sins, that are placed on Gabranth's being for the things he has done over the many years of his service to Archades. He does speak silently over the link pearl as he continues to watch the activities. His blue eyes gazing over at Zargabaath, then to Cirra, even to Riku, before going back to Judge of Reason. As if waiting for something to be said. The Judge of Ambition's eyes do slowly fall on Ang once more though. Silent, still, and deeply contemplating on what is happening.

:'''[[Zargabaath]] has posed:''' Judge Magister Zargabaath rumbles lowly--not in response to any one person, just a sound of consideration barring any facial expression to give context to his currently-neutral stance. "Indeed, and so we shall." He salutes Judge Vespar as the Judge of Light prepares to depart. "Very well. I look forwards to seeing your work." He regards Riku with a thoughtful cant of his helm to the side, then turns his implied gaze over to Cirra. "I agree with Riku, Your Honor. Why repay honest goodwill with shackles and chains?" He chuckles lowly, humorlessly. "A temporary reprieve will do no harm here and now. Vengeance and arresting authority can wait another day."

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' "I have no issue with him leaving." The Judge of Wrath says, in what Rallius probably thinks is an uncharacteristically calm tone of voice. She steps around the Dark Knight with her arms crossed. "PRovided he does so quickly." She stops and turns on her heel to look at Angantyr, "Unless you're asking for our hospitality and generocity in exchange for this ... warning.."

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' Riku raises a hand to Angantyr. A silent wave. He readjusts the bag and shifts from one tired foot to the other as he rubs the back of his neck. He straightens noticably as Judge Magister Zargabaath speaks, glancing towards Gabranth and Cirra for a moment before looking at Rallius and then finally back at Angantyr. The look is.. very calm, if slightly frustrated. He raises an eyebrow and shifts his feet again, not adding anything else.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr barks out another laugh. "And they said you had no sense of humor." he says, directly to Cirra. "Hahaha, no. I'd rather try my luck in the wastes than be here. I have given my warning...I have brushed my hands of this...and future conflicts will not...deal with Arcades as a whole. My issue is with only two of your number, and when the Garland threat has passed, expect my grudge to be rekindled. Until then..." He shakes a hand, "If you desire more information, it will not come free...or cheap. You, no doubt, know where to find me." "I think I have overstayed my welcome, reguardless." He says, and a dark coorridor opens. It is...a reminder of that no matter how good he is...the darkness will never leave. He looks to Rallius, "I do hope our ancestors thought this was worth it." And he steps through. If nobody stops him, the cooridor swallows him up...and then closes.

:'''[[Rallius Vespar]] has posed:''' Rallius shakes his head. "Stubborn, short-sighted child as he always is," He mumbles as he heads deeper into the city. Rallius has things to do and not a lot of time to do them in.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra has a fantastic sense of humor when you get to know here! ... Okay, not really. She allows Angantyr to make his exit. Though a moment later her back straightens as if something else had irritated her. She sighs through her nose a few seconds later and turns away. It is probably going to be a long night of work.

The Choice

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|Cast of Characters=Maira, Angantyr Vespar, Garland
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:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Hours after the...incident, the one that Percival is likely to get his face removed. Angantyr has gotten a massage, and then finally managed to find a hotspring that was unoccupied and settles in. He closes his eyes, letting the tention seep out of him, he remembers he really hasn't had time to REALLY relax lately. He also promised to stick around for Maira...though he knows this isn't going to turn out to be unstressful at all...no sir. He tries to clear his head, though. Just let things come as they will..

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Well, eventually Maira does go looking for Angantyr. Luckily, he is an easy person to find. Earlier: "Oh hello miss, have you seen a really scary tall guy with dark hair, possibly in armor and carrying a really giant weapon?" Maira asks. Young Lady's eyes widen and she stammers, yes, she saw giant gaijin heading toward the hot spring. Then, she runs way. See? Easy. Now: Maira creeps up toward the hotspring, having spotted Angantyr relaxing alone. Maira gulps, then takes a seat at the edge of the springs, kicking off her sandals. "Room for me...?" she asks quietly.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr opens his eyes up, looking over Maira. He waves a hand, "Sure." he says, neutral, and slides a bit over, as if making room for her...nevermind there was plenty of room, but it was more of a gesture than anything. He watches her for a moment, not easily embarrased by things like...well, being mostly undressed, or that she'd be expected to as well. "I'm sorry about the uh...miss comunication, I was under the the impression you were in immediate danger." Angantyr grunts, "Not being lead away from a psychopathic guardian."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira is very much considering going in in her clothes. Why does she not own a bathing suit!? She seems to be debating with herself, but eventually just slips into the spring with her clothes on. She'll just speed dry them after--or burn them off if that goes awry so lets hope not. She stays by the side however, as she doesn't know how deep this spring is and she still doesn't really know how to swim. She can however, now tread water thanks to Perci. At mention of the gargoyle, she sighs heavily. "I'm sorry...he's not psycho! He was confused from the spell cast on him. He wouldn't have called if he didn't think I was in real danger. He's very protective and...well, just, don't hurt him again, please," she says. She dunks her head under the water briefly just to get her hair wet, resurfacing and taking a breath. Maira turns her eyes back to Angantyr and tries not to think about how he is probably /naked/ right now or something. "Have things...been okay? I was really worried about you."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "I was laying on a 'bed' for weeks letting my body heal." Bed is relitive term..it was more like a metal slab. "Beyond that, a trip to Arcadia for various reasons." he mentions, "I've been doing my own thing...but also, wondering how you knew about the deception with the attack? Did Avira tell you, or was it someone else?" Angantyr asks, "You understand why I didn't say anything, or revealed the true nature of the attack? Nor did Avira? Garland is dangerous, and if I do not do it...well, he'll find someone else without my control, or someone with my control, and will do things throughly." He says, with a shrug. "The best thing we can hope for is that he's grown tired of the lesson, and has instead refocused on other things again, with...how well that man was injured." he mentions Isaac.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira listens, nodding gently, her brow drawn together in concern. "I wish I could have come and healed you again...I know I couldn't, just...yeah," she says, expressing her frustration at least, even if she knows it couldn't have really gone differently. "The way Avira was acting...I guessed that she knew. After it all she told me you'd warned her. Then...well, I guess I assumed the rest," she sighs. Angan doesn't need to mention Isaac for Maira to know who he means, and just thinking about it brings those feelings back, images flooding of Isaac's arm just..torn off, a puddle of blood widening like the aperture on a camera on the pavement. For a moment the color drains from her face and she shivers involuntarily. Garland terrifies her, as well he should. "I don't know Angan, I don't know if he'll ever tire. I...I don't know what to do. I just...want you to get away from him--I know you can't but I wish--I just keep thinking there must be /something/ I can do..."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr shakes his head... She wants to help him, it was...a honest gesture, one that he's not used to seeing from those in the light. Avira, but their relationship was always a give and take thing, most are this way. But... Angantyr frowns, listening to her and shakes his head again. "Be safe." he says, honestly, "What you did that night, that is what you need to do...standing up to the darkness, relying on those there...it was more to what I did than just wanting to keep you both safe." he says, "Eventually, we'll have to fight people like these...the Shadow Lords are going to come out into the open more, or be forced to...worse, their agents will be. If I can't be the blade that strikes for you, then I will simply accept my fate as the fire that tempers it." He continues. "Perhaps my own desire for revenge makes me unworthy, but...there is still one thing Garland can give me, one thing that nobody else in this world can." "The complete and utter annihilation of Arcadia."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Even now, when almost everyone else she knows is counting him out, she wants to help him. She's too stubborn to just let go. What if she is the only one left? What if she lets go to? What if its her fault then. One last chance, missed. Maira takes a deep breath. "I'm trying to be safe, but I'm also...I don't want everyone to keep bleeding for me. Everyone is very sure Mateus is going to come after me for what I did to the Dark Knight. Everyone wants to know how I did it and could I do it again. I don't know. I just don't know," she answers. Maira looks up at him as he talks about not being able to be a blade that strikes for her. "I don't want a blade Angan, I want my friend. I don't want to see you lose yourself." At the last bit, Maira's eyes widen slightly. She takes a steadying breath then moves closer to him, reaching out to put what she hopes is a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Can it really be worth it Angan? I know you hate them, and it was wrong what they did...but are you going to make people who had nothing to do with the sin pay for it? I just....I don't think that's you. I don't think you could do such a thing without losing yourself. Call it your light or whatever, but you're not Garland, and the things you do take a toll on your heart...."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr doesn't immedately pull away, but he looks at her. There is a moment where he doesn't answer, as if trying to steel his resolve, "So it was you who freed that man from his darkness...no wonder it was familar, and why he was...well, not attacking you." he says, thinking...and then the name Mataeus came up. He was...unsure of the name, but the mark on the Dark Knight's back...yeah, that means this man was a Shadow Lord, without a doubt. "I can not simply forget what they did to my home...my people! They destryoed our culture, our city...killed my entire unit to the man. All to get us to surrender..." he growls, "Whatever scum my family was, it was my home...I loved my country, and everything it stood for...to have it destroyed in this way.." "No, I won't stop until they too are stopped, forever." he turns his head away, "I'll do anything to accomplish this."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira nods. "Yes, it was me. I...used my light to burn through the darkness. I found a spark of who Leon really was and I drew him out. He's still under Mateus' hold though...Perci was right about that," she sighs. "Still, I need to see him. Talk to him. There must be a way I can stop Mateus from turning him back into the Dark Knight. I was in Fluorgis and he came--no more games, no more tests. He was going to rip out my heart. I know it. So...I fought back in the way that felt right," she says with a shrug. Maira's eyes grow sad as Angan speaks more about what was done and how he must get his revenge. "It's not worth it Angan...it can't be worth it. There has to be a way to see that there is /justice/ but revenge..." she sighs heavily. She doesn't know what to do. So she just hugs him from the side. "You're wrong. They didn't destroy everything your country stood for. You're still alive. You can stand for those who can't."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr winces again, as if struck. "No, I am not what they stood for. I never was, I was scorned for what I was." He says, shaking his head. "Justice, is often the victor's dictation of events. I am being honest with myself, it is not justice, it is revenge. I could call it justice, but it would be a lie." Even though she hugs him, he sighs heavily. "I have dedicated almost ten years of my life, to give up my revenge against Arcadia? You are asking me to give up everything I am, the man that was forged from Garland's training and the darkness that had taken him from birth, " he half asks, "This is, at this point, all that I have."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira sighs deeply, nodding. "I know you know more about the world than I do and you've been through a lot...but it doesn't do any good to hate the people who scorned you. I could hate the people who called me stupid, crazy, simple...maybe for a time I did. But I had one person who showed my kindness...and then there were more and more." "Ten years isn't so long really, is it? And it is /not/ everything you are. You are more than a walking instrument. You're not a weapon. You have depth. Why would I keep insisting if I didn't think this was true? You're more than you think you are, and you can be even more than that. Unless you're going to call me foolish, or crazy, or....whatever. It wouldn't be the first time I've heard it and I'm sure it won't be the last," she replies with a slight, self-depricating smile.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr looks away, thinking for a moment... Was there anything beyond this quest for revenge? He struggles with himself for the answer, but...he doesn't have one, little to know reason to leave the path he was on. He had all but abandoned his allies to protect them...only a handfull know his true reasons for doing it. "You ask me to return with you? To what, die at the hands of your friends who will all have reason to hate and scorn me? They want justice, do they not?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira closes her eyes for a moment. "There are people who are angry with you, but do you really think Avira would try to kill you? Not even Perci, he knows I care about you and he wouldn't do that. Katyna? I don't think she would, she's made her mistakes and she wants to do better. No, I think people would forgive you and support you," she replies with conviction, squaring her shoulders with determination. "I guess...I guess I am asking you to come back with me. You have a choice, and if you do we'll....well we'll have to face Garland. But I am /not/ going to run forever from the people who want to see me and my friends killed or...lost...I'm not. Whether I'm a princess of heart or not I'm not going to give up on people I /know/ in my heart deserve another chance."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Faruja, the dragon-looking thing." Angantyr points out the obvious...dangerous aspects. "Of course Avira wouldn't, it was our mutual plan for this to happen." Angantyr says, low. It's a nice fairy tail, Maira lives in, but...well, Angantyr's been the way he was for a long time...and not just the attitude. The darkness puts people off, it always have...and it always will. Angantyr lowers his head, thinking for a moment...it is a tempting fairy tail, though.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "Well, maybe if you didn't provoke Faruja," she says, playfully even, poking him gently in the ribs. As she is standing (floating?) real close, she does hear what he says about Avira. Understandable, she is confused. "What do you mean, your mutual plan...?"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr takes the litteral and figuretive poke to the ribs. "I told her about what Garland asked me to do, I devised this plan of course to keep you all safe. Specifically, if you knew it was me attacking, then you'd know how I work, how I attack...and I can also carefully measure what I need to do, and try not to hurt you all to the point of death. It is...better to fight the monster you know, than the one you don't." Angantyr says. "Because we didn't know what he'd throw at us, if I decided to tell him to screw off."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira sighs heavily, nodding. "Right. I understand that. If I had known...well, I know myself well enough to know I can't keep what I'm feeling hidden," she replies. Maira looks away for a time. "...but you never attacked me. Why? You attacked Avira...I guess she's better able to handle it, huh?"

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' "A most /cunning/ deception indeed, boy." The air rips open as Garland steps out of the portal. Shadows dance in his path, shuddering as he moves from the ripped-open space. The great titan of iron is silent as he steps down, his cape flowing around him; he moves like a menacing beast, a great predator effortlessly flowing through his domain. The world seems to quail with Garland's appearance, his dark countenance draining away the light and the life, replacing it with fear and misery in his wake. The world is worse just knowing that Garland lives; Garland does everything in his power to help it along. "You agreed to fight them to /defend/ your *allies*." Garland's voice is filled with black amusement, with dark and uncompromising sadistic entertainment as he begins to pace back and forth before the two. "Knowing full well what horrors I would visit upon them if you refused, you chose the noble path." "How sickeningly saccharine." Garland flicks his hand to the side. "I taught you better. Is this what you choose to throw away my work - my /gifts/, my /teachings/, my /infinite patience/ - for? Is this how you choose to repay your debt to me, boy? Lying to your master, manipulating your teacher, for the sake of some half-naked peasant child who happened to catch your eye?" Garland shakes his head, turning away from Angantyr and staring off into the sky.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr looks at Maira... He looks away aft- And then everything turns up Garland. Angantyr takes a moment to place his head into his hands. There is just that moment of complete and utter '<GOOSEHONK> my life' that is visible in his face. Of course, the ONE TIME he decides to take a break, he has to deal with personal drama...that explodes into city destroying drama. His love life is about to have a body count. He stands, revealing that he was waring just enough to keep this scene PG-13, darkness covering his form, before shadow armor appears to cover him. Oh no, Angantyr isn't about to take any chances, and will NOT leave this world like he entered it, naked and covered in blood. His mace comes to his hand, but the end of it hits the bottom of the spring. "I'd say I am sorry, but we both that'd be a lie." he says, "You'd offered me a chance to strike at my enemies, and a way to protect my allies. You gave me a deal that I couldn't say no to, so I made the best of it. It's almost like I used the lessons you gave me, in the way you expected them to be used. You didn't raise a fool, nor a weakling." He says, "Also, please spare the old phrase with the rod and child, I'm not Kuja, after all."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Garland. GARLAND. Maira freezes except for the widening of her eyes. Her heart seems to just stop with the fear, kicking back into a quick and frantic tempo, determined to march on. It registers that Angan gets out of the spring and starts summoning his armor. She thinks maybe she should climb out as well, as being drowned by Garland would be a terrible death. She'll go down fighting, if that's how it has to be. Also on fire. That probably goes without saying. Maira climbs out of the pool with much less grace, soaking wet, her clothes clinging to her uncomfortably. She doesn't even need to try to summon her magic, the air around her simply hearts up in instinct. For the time being however, she doesn't ignite. The light in her that wants to explode from her is kept in check as she watches Angantyr and Garland, wide-eyed and silent.

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' "No, boy. In fact, I would say that I am proud of you, but for two foolish mistakes." Garland's voice is still dark, rich with that perverse entertainment as he stands there, fully armored, staring up at the sky. Angantyr has drawn a weapon; Angantyr probably knows that even when he isn't facing you, Garland is perfectly capable of ripping your life apart. Garland remains silent, staring, his hands locked together under his cape as he looks up at the stars. Then he turns, slow and purposeful, his head tilting around to gaze at his apprentice. "Do you know what those mistakes were, boy? If you can name them - both of them - then I will permit you mercy, and walk away." "Fail...and we have a problem."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr knows this... Angantyr won't face death running away. He's going to make Garland work for it. Call it spite, Angantyr calls it something else. So Garland gives him a task, the two mistakes. He considers this for a moment... "Letting someone get too close to me, and revealing what I am saying. And thinking you didn't already consider what I was doing and simply didn't acknowledge it until I revealed it."

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' Garland turns to face his apprentice. There's a moment of long, exhaustive silence as the King of Shadows considers the boy and his girl - for even if they are adults, they are specks, dust in the wind to the ancient demigod, and they will never be true adults in the eyes of Garland. Maira's flame is briefly noted, but only briefly; his focus is WHOLLY on Angantyr this night. He begins pacing, again, his cape flowing behind him; he taps his fingers together, one of his favorite intimidation methods, the sound of clanging filling the air as he walks. From the shadows, hungry eyes begin to open, great yellow things that simply emerge from the darkness to stare at Maira and Angantyr with unmasked desire. "You betrayed me for the sake of others," Garland intones, his hand sliding out from his cape to gesticulate at the air before him. It's like watching a Shakespearean actor...or a mad dictator. "You slid a knife into your master's back not because of his teachings, not because it was what he taught you, not because you wanted to climb higher in the world, but because your emotions betrayed you. Because your ties - your *human* ties - were twisted and manipulated by your so-called friends." "The same friends," Garland continues, tilting his head over at Angantyr and Maira, "Who decided that they would /cover/ for the sins the dark elf witch accrued, who /accepted/ her punishment as their own and chose to spit and defy me for the sake of helping her...*become better*." The acid in his voice is incredible. The sheer inimicable disgust for the *idea* of aiding someone else for selfless reasons, of offering an olive branch to other mortals, is staggering. Garland waves his hand to the side, an almost steamlike hiss escaping from his armor, as if he hated the concept so much he had to hiss at its very existence. "Had you betrayed me for yourself - had you betrayed me for your own gain, of your own free will - I would respect you. Instead, you chose to use me to *help* your *friends*. You chose your loyalties." Garland flicks his fingers outwards. "I offer you this final chance. Walk away from them, and stand with your master; I will forgive you your errant foolishness, your misguided attempts to live two lives, even your pitiful attempt to manipulate me." "Refuse me, and know that you accept their sins as your own." He leaves it at that as he folds his hands behind his back, silent once more.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Letting someone get too close to him? That was what he'd done /wrong/? How twisted, how absolutely contrary to everything she believes! She knows she shouldn't interrupt though, not now. If Angantyr can get himself out of this without getting hurt... Garland speaks and Maira listens, though she can hardly reconcile what she hears. Every value she's come to uphold twisted on its head. Is this what evil really is? It this /all/ it is? Maira watches Angantyr now, getting to her feet, ready to stand with him if she needs to. She's small, soggy and entirely mortal but she'll stand with him even if Garland laughed in her face. Which, he likely would. This is Angantyr's choice though. She has nothing to offer but this dedication and belief in him. She tries to smiles, nodding to him. Wether it is in encouragement or preemptive forgiveness is left to interpretation.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' CHOOSE YOUR FATE... Angantyr listens, Garland wants him to become a monster, to throw away his humanity once and for all. Once, the thought might have been more tempting, to live in power, to gain as much as he could to beyond touchable by the mortals around him. Spending the time as the beast, however, made him come to realize there are things that you can never get back if you go down the road to power, surly the monster he'd become wouldn't be the same debase thing...but still... a monster is a monster. The mace comes to his hand, and he turns it, suddenlying holding it at the ready. "Well, Garland. nobody is perfect. They made a mistake, in trusting the witch. That's what being human is about, and I have no intentions of becoming a monster. Not anymore. Sense this deception has noting left to provide.." "Then I'll stand on my own two feet, on the road I make for myself, not one carved out for me in blood by your hand, not the path of carnage you want me on."

:'''[[Garland]] has posed:''' Garland is silent for a long moment. Then he chuckles. "As I always expected. You have no head for consequences. You have never been a planner; you always need someone behind you, someone to tell you what to do." Garland turns away from Angantyr again. Angantyr could strike him right now; the odds of Garland caring are less than none. "Foolish boy. I gave you your life, your existence, and all that you are. When you were ready, you might have snatched all of Heaven and Earth from my grip, rent me low, and taken my mantle as ruler of all that is. When you were ready, when you were prepared, you might have truly carved out your own path." "Instead, you give me excuses. You want to walk a path paved by others, supported by the strength of others; you sacrifice a chance at true power for a chance at some ephemereal, physical need, a trick of mortal chemistry, a lust for a child you must realize you cannot provide for. You flock to her flame to fill the gaping void of shadows inside you, as if somehow her touch, her kiss, might offer to you some fulfillment, some sense of /completeness/ against the hungry void that you are." Garland does not laugh. He just sounds...disappointed. "You must realize that you can never give them happiness; that your newfound dependency is a great cosmic joke. I offered you the world." His voice hardens. "Now I will offer you misery." "The girl will be broken. Should, by some chance, she survive with her mind intact long enough to bear you a child, I will come for it. Should I fail to acquire that child, I will come for the next one. For your grandchildren. For your grandchildren's grandchildren. As of this moment, you have written an execution order for all the line of Vespar. As of this moment, you have forfeitted your past, present, and future in the name of a woman." Garland turns to leave, the shadows tearing open before him. "I certainly hope she was worth it. I certainly hope she loves you as much as you apparently believe you *love* her." The word is like a foul slur in his mouth as he steps into the portal and vanishes, the threat hanging ominously in the air, as if kept there by some black magic, some trick of Garland's presence. You have written an execution order for all the line of Vespar.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira lets out a breath she'd been holding, awaiting Angantyr's answer. He gives it. He's going against Garland. Oh by Holy, it was actually happening! She knew he could do it! Tears rise, she's so proud. She wants to runs forward and hug him. Then, Garland speaks. Maira's expression grows gradually more WTF!?!?!?! as he goes. L-love her!? CHILDREN!? All that other incredibly embarrassing stuff!? Yes, even now she can be embarrassed. The girl would be broken. No. No she would not. You can't break fire. You can snuff it out, you can drown it, but you can't break it. Its too late, Garland is gone, but she replies anyway. "He didn't do this for me...you don't really know anything," she says. Maybe it is only to herself. It doesn't matter.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr keeps his eyes narrowed... He can try, Angantyr says, but holds back his bravado today. Lets not make this any harder than it is going to be, no he'd have to probably focus on this... he threw in his chips with the light, so... Wait...the line.. "Oh <GOOSEHONK>. He doesnt' mean..." he says, and groans. "We need to go, first we are going back to Traverse town and going to Valk HQ...we're gona need to talk." And then...he'd have to go to Arcadia...or did he? Rallius was a big boy, and he owed him nothing...he was his enemy... Argh... He looks at Maira.. "Your question, before this. I'd thought it'd be obvious by now, Maira. What he says isn't incorrect, a bit lacking of all tact sure.."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira blinks. Then again. OH! Angantyr's brother! That's right! WAIT WHAT!? Maira looks like she's just been hit with a bucket of ice water. Wide-eyed, her jaw actually drops. It takes her a good long time to figure what just happened. THEN she blushes furiously. "W-what....n-no it was totally not obvious at all!" this is when Maira starts hyperventilating. Nope. There are not two guys in love with her. Nope. This is not happening. Nope nope nope. This a fever-dream! Whole thing! What a ride! For a moment she looks like she's going to be okay. Then, "Nope" and she faints, flopping over like a wet noodle.

In the (Helena) Zone

2013-05-06T04:42:44Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/05/05
|Location=Tramdine Fens
|Synopsis=Aboard the ship, Helena and Kyra catch up while going over the creature Helena encountered in Goug.
|Cast of Characters=Kyra Hyral, Helena Celba
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' WHY ARE WE STILL TALKING WHEN THERE'S SCIENCE TO DO? The pursuit of knowledge is an incredible pull for the likes of Kyra Hyral. Without course correction from her saner friends, she would likely descend into the very same madness that plagues Professor Mister Greene. Her zeal propels her to brave life, limb, and sanity for the purpose of conducting a dissection on an unusual creature. She will tank the fearsome presence of Helena for a peek at that organism! She will even set foot on -Souji Murasame-'s ship. As she steps off the small skiff that was sent down to retrieve her, sparing the need to land the airship, Kyra's actually mildly surprised to see that Souji Murasame isn't here to impart a cold greeting upon her. By Murasame customs, it'd be downright rude-though fortunately, Kyra cares very little for things such as customs.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Professor Mister Greene was slightly mad because he was a Chosen of Doomtrain. Remember that. Kyra had arrived on the ship, and without fanfare... There was a presence right behind her. Helena was good at being silent when she put her mind to it, and right now she was very very quiet. Her arms move to wrap Kyra in a BIG hug. "Hi." She says, with a voice that betrays mischeviousness.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Now Helena's greeting hadn't been entirely unexpected...but... Kyra had assumed she'd have been able to actually /see/ the Odynar first! Or, perhaps, an ambush from her side. But an ambush from behind?! Had Helena hidden herself in the skiff the whole time and followed her out? A high-pitched squeal of surprise escapes the budding scientist as she's hugged from behind. Instinctively, she squirms and tries to snake one of her hands up underneath her hoodie to grab something-anything-! It's partially reflex and she at least stops trying to grab a weapon when Helena speaks. "Heeeeeeey Helena." she drawls in an even tone, tilting her head back to look over her shoulder. "Um. How are you?"

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "Oh my, just meet for the first time in a little bit...and you're already trying to get a feel~" Helena teases and gives her friend a little squeeze. "Well, alone anyway." she grins, and leans her head on her shoulder. "Oh I'm just peachy now~" She says, with a small grin. "But I guess you're just here for buisness." She pouts.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "What-no, I'm not trying to do that-!" Kyra blurts out defensively, her face growing nearly as red as her hair. She drops her hands to her sides as if to demonstrate just that. "I was preparing to deal with a back attack! Y-you know they can happen at any time." Well of course she was alone. She really didn't have anything to fear from Souji despite how much she disliked him. Then again, with Helena maybe she should have brought a bodyguard. "Well you can call it 'business'." Kyra makes a face, "But I find examining and dissecting unusual organisims a bit more fun than that. I wouldn't really use the word business to describe it-err, anyway...I suppose you are here to show me to the creature?" No mention of Souji. Nope.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena turns and wraps a arm around her shoulders. Leading Kyra towards her room/lab. "Of course." She says, with a playful wink. Slowly she leads Kyra to the room, opening it up leads to a very...spartan looking room. There was a bed in the corner, but it looked rarely used. The room was mostly lab, with the creature frozen in a amber like substance surrounded by magical fields keeping it incased JUST incase it broke out. "Heeeeere we aaaaare!"

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Helena can definitely feel Kyra getting pretty squirmy every time she touches her-but hey, it's not nearly as bad as what Kyra used to be like-and what Alma is probably like right now. There is a brief look of suspicion in her eyes at that wink, though. Upon entering, Kyra makes a face, not at being alone with Helena but because of the state of the lab. "This is it? Hmmm. It'll do...a lot better than what I've seen lately." Casually, Kyra removes her hoodie and neatly folds it, placing it on the unused-looking bed. Her bandoliers and her gun holsters come next, resulting in the teenager shedding a significant amount of weight in gear. Underneath the hoodie and pouches, Kyra wears a white tank top. "So were you there when he captured it?" she asks, not yet ready to jump into 'the zone' and abandon her hostess.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "I captured it. Mister Murasame was too busy killing them, I decided grabbing one was...worth it. I can release it from the amber with a command word, but the energy sheild can hold it from there...it is non-electrical." Helena says as she walks towards the controls. She also whistles towards Kyra. "This isn't my main labatory, I keep a private one, but this works for a short term things, and of course, stuff that does not take perfect stillness." She comments, "It's spartan because...well...lets be honest here, I can't really justify spending the master's money without at least getting a few marks of my own first." She grins, "Siiiigh...I miss the silk sheats...though I don't get much sleep lately, I am helping Alma out with her Late night studies."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "Hm, do you have a means for immobilizing it in a way that I can examine it with my hands? Have you observed any sedatives being capable of working on it?" She hears that whistle and reddens for a few seconds before pausing and turning to make kissy faces at Helena. "Well if it is any consolation, I haven't seen very many openly-practicing necromancers." she makes a face as she circles around the immbolized creature, examining it from afar with fascination, "So you may be able to earn some money for your silk sheets in that wa-" Inwardly she sighs. She wondered how long this encounter would last before Alma was mentioned. Stopping, she looks down at her watch to note the time. "Late night studies, you say." Kyra turns to face Helena, "Studies of what?"

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "She's attempting to find our home world by studying the changed position of the stars verses how they are here. It's interesting, I don't think it'll bear any fruit...BUT..." she shrugs, "Maybe she can use her skill to track shard fall pieces. It's interesting, and in the end at least farthers our own navigational charts." "Hmm...yes, I think I can. I can partially remove the amber trap, leaving only it's legs trapped...it'll effective immobilize it...but I don't want this thing to be let loose...ESPECIALLY on this ship." she says, and moves to lower the shield... Amber starts to slowly receed, stopping around the lower body, effectively imobilizing it. It struggles, and then looks around towards the two. "Well, we can do the kissy faces later, Kyra, but first.."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Inwardly, Avira calms. "Oh is THAT what she's doing? Interesting. Yes, it would be nice to have a reliable way to find world shards. I did hear about a group calling themselves the Shard Seekers that had a device to do just that...but the word on the street is that the device doesn't actually work." Turning her attention back to the creature, her eyes light up with glee as Helena manages to immoblize it just a little bit more. Rooting through the tools available in the lab, Kyra procures herself the thickest set of gloves she can find-leather gloves perhaps more suited to a blacksmith shop. A scapel follows. "Understandable. I imagine if a plague of these were losed upon this ship it would be disasterous!" But also kind of funny, Kyra will nto admit. A notebook and bit of measuring tape is also procured, the former used for all of Kyra's observations that are scribbled down quickly. She takes measurement of the creature's dimensions, careful to not touch it quite yet. Next she'll actually try to cut off a piece of the creature's carpace. A potion is poured over the wound. "You're showing some self restraint tonight! This is highly unusual, Celba. I'm not sure if I'm okay with that." she teases.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "Well, I really do want this to be examined." Helena says with a grin, "And there is always the rest of the night~" "Besides, it's just fine to catch up while working together again. It's not just all about the make outs! You know I enjoy your company and not just your body." She continues, teasing her prey.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Kyra cuts off a piece of the carpace and immediately backs off. "Put the barrier back up fully. This is all I'll need to work with for now." she says, eager to observe proper containment procedure of the electricity-eating monster. She takes the carpace piece back to the workbench, carefully settling it down in a sterile petri dish. Stepping back, she looks contemplated, then starts assessing the contents of the lab to determine what tests she can run here. "You /do/?" Kyra mock gasps. "Why, I had no idea! Here I thought you were just looking for someone to corrupt." Yep, that sure is some sarcasam. Truth-flavored sarcasm. "..hmm, I think examining how well this material conducts current would be a good start..." she murmurs, picking up the piece with a set of tweezers. It sounds like Kyra was starting to get into The Zone.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena moves a hand, the amber moves back up to encase the thing... The shields come up next, resealing it. "You act like I haven't corrupted you already~" She teases and winks towards Kyra. She turns back towards Kyra, facinated. Helena was a flirt, but intelligence always was something that interested her more than anything. She watches, observing just how Kyra worked in the legendary 'zone'. Her fingers tapping the controls infront of her.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "Well I-" Kyra falters in the teasing for a few seconds. "-I doubt that. I'm not nearly as horrible and heathen-y as you are~" Very carefully, she starts hooking up tiny aligator clips to the carpace piece. Kyra grabs her notepad and... ...what follows is a painstaking battery of tests involving the conducting of currents. Helena, at the controls, will have the illustrious task of flipping the switch to turn on the current. For Kyra, time passes without her noticing. She is THAT intently focused on her task that it almost seems like she's going to forget about Helena's presence entirely-not the case, really, because they were working together on this, but she does completely forget the fact that Helena is Helena.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' TIME SKIP. Helena has sufficently gotten bored enough, and enough time has passed for her to sneak up on the IN THE ZONE Kyra, and run her hands over her shoulders, perhaps giving a little massage, "You know, Kyra, you've been at this for a while...perhaps it's time for a breaaaak?" She grins, using her very nimble fingers to poke at various presure points to release tention. "After all, I'm just a heathen." she grins.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' It actually takes a couple of seconds, as Kyra peers into a microscope, for her to realize that Helena has her hands on her shoulders. The delay before she sits up, startled, is actually pretty comical. "Huh? What? But we just started, didn't we...?" she looks down at her watch, her eyes widening. "Holy <GOOSEHONK>." Her muscles begin to relax as Helena massages them. "Yeah I agree, we should take a break." Pause. "Heathen."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena titters, and continues to rub the girls shoulders, "You haven't changed a bit it seems...once you get in the zone nothing short of me or a catastrophy can get you out." She says, with a small smile. "How about a drink?"

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "Aren't you and catastrophies basically the same thing~?" Kyra smirks, tilting her head back, apparently trying to make eye contact this way but mostly failing. Instead, her red hair flops over her shoulders. She pauses at the mention of drinks. Calculated risk, that. "Mmm. Sure, how can I refuse my hostess?"

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "Good because I had them brought to us anyway." Hel breaks off and grabs a bottle she had delivered, and sets a glass down by Kyra, and pours out a glass. It was fancy wine, because well, that's what you drink when your evil. Helena pours herself one too, and pulls up a chair. "Oh what a nice thing to say~" she says about the Catastrophe comment, "But I like to think I am not quite THAT bad...yet." She grins. She takes a drink, "Oh if that is the attitude of the day, how about we go to bed?" She teases.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Kyra turns around, seemingly disappointed that the massage so abruptly ended. Spending hours with one's head bent to stare at monitors and notebooks and experiments really was hell on the neck. She hadn't even realized how tense she was until Helena started hitting pressure points. Kyra turns on her lab stool to face her. "Only you would take that as a compliment." she deadpans as she's passed the wine. Unlike her sister, Kyra can actually stomach alcohol-no doubt Helena's doing. "Whoah, I've barely started drinking and you're already propositioning me? You're moving fast tonight." Crossing one leg over the other, she sips her wine. "Today, though, has been productive."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "That's good, I do hope to get a copy of your work." Helena says, with a nod, "I'm curious all about these things...I think they might have usefulness too." she muses, "But small steps." "Also they seem to be a bad thing to run into during a dungeon run," she says solemly. She smiles, though, "Well of COURSE...it's been soooooo long." She grins. "But I guess we can take things SLOW...so conservitive.." she teases. "Well, you can take as much time as you need, I do enjoy your company."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "Since I'm in your lab and using your equipment, it's only fair that I share the research. I doubt I'm getting published anywhere reputable anytime soon. Maybe if I went to that Manhattan place..." She lets out a low chuckle. "Well, bad to run into if you are Souji maybe." Ah, to be a beastmaster right now and capable of capturing these creatures in case she needed an anti-Souji angle to push. "Conservative?!" Kyra looks INSULTED and gives Helena a playful shove, "You take that back!"

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena chuckles, "Oh we're getting rough now?" Helena is coy, but smiles. "Hm...no, you take for granted what we use that is electrcal powered. Ma Belle's...PDA's..." She shrugs, "Some of us keep our spell list on our PDA's...though I am starting to think I might have to go low tech..." She rolls her eyes, "I hate my handwriting," "There are others who use electricty too...a pair of twins, but they claim they are NOT twins...they refer to themselves as the network...Emi and Umi. Interesting." she shrugs, "I'd love to study them." "Maybe you should try? Though I think that world does not use magic like we do...it might be...interesting." She says, "But you've always been a science girl."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "Oh, I have met those. Adorable girs. I just wonder how they were, well...made." Kyra discusses this casually because she knows it'll draw little criticism when other people for practicing her science. She'd like to study the Dennous too! People usually don't submit themselves as specimens though. Kyra sips her wine for a bit longer. Helena would notice she's drained three-fourths of her glass already. "Yes..I like my science. Though with that Dark Knight fellow I was able to hone my magic a little more.Still..." Still her control left a lot to be desirred.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena offers to refill the glass, and pours herself some more. "Interesting.." She says, "Well, good luck to you on that." "Yes, they are interesting...and I can't blame them for not wanting to be studied, I mean...they probably grew up in a labritory." She points out, "Maybe someday though..."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' With an overly exaggerated dainty motion, Kyra holds out her glass to for a refill. "The wine is good." shre reflects, "This hasn't been in the budget since coming here." She gives Helena a coy look. "Well, that does sound like a resonable excuse to NOT be studied. As for me...magic can only help. I know a number of people that wish I healed through magic more often...but healing magic's just been that much more tricky lately." She leans forward. "What about you? No troubles with YOUR magic, riiiiight?"

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena smiles, "None at all. I have perfected using my magic in tandem with my martial arts..." she says, and leans forward, inches away from Kyra, "And your magic is growing strong you say?" she smiles coyly, "If you're having such a hard time...maybe I can think of a few clever work arounds..." she says, scooting closer.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "Clever work arounds?" Kyra sees Helena inching forward and foolishly does not recoil. Yes, it's THIS again, and Kyra at least seems to be playing along. "Oh reallllly. What kind of work arounds are we talking about?" Kyra looks Helena in the eye.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena shows her. With her lips. Against Kyra's. If you didn't see this coming, then you might actually be drunk. <3 <3 <3

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Kyra's not QUITE drunk yet. Maybe a little intoxicated! Helena can definitely smell the offered wine upon her when she leans in. "Mmph!" Kyra proves she's lucid enough to realize what's happening. After a few seconds of being lip-locked with Helena, she pulls backwards. "That's not a work around at all!" Kyra blurts out, flustered.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena grins at her prey, and looks playful, "Okay, maybe not, but you have to admit it WAS fun," Helena was very playful, leaning back. "WELL, I guess I COULD instruct you in reversing the flow...dark instead of light. It's just reapplication of what you already know, but..." she shrugs, "I think I rather enjoy this more..."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Kyra pouts stubbornly, quite adamantly refusing to reveal whether or not she actually enjoyed it. The red glow on her face remains, though Helena would know that it's there in part due to the alcohol. Something about Ramuha genetics. "Dark instead of light..." Kyra muses, almost dreamily, "Wouldn't that be a spectacle. It sounds so easy. This?" she sips her wine. Half a glass remains as she seems to have realized she's had very little to drink while in 'the zone'-not that alcohol's the best solution. "Which this? Us? Here?"

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "Of course." Helena says, "But yes, I can give you some instruction, if you wish. Though it'd probably take longer because of how you're used to casting."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "Now I don't know about raising any dead-" Kyra begins, gesturing with her wineglass-containing hand. "But dark as...dark, now that would be an interesting study. Haha, I am not a slave to Naturalis teachings so I see no issues in /learning/ a thing or two. That is why we are in school. So sure. Show me a thing or two." Helena can get the sense that this is genuine Kyra curiosity in play and not the alcohol talking.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "Alright~" Hel says... UNLOCK: Helena will teach you dark versions of Cure, as well as Undead control! Relationship Level with Helena increased.

Dirty Little Secrets

2013-05-02T18:23:22Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/05/01
|Location=Archades - Lower
|Synopsis=Angantyr, Ramza, and Agrias explore Lower Archades to find a way to the upper level of the city, and to find more information out about Nethicite.
|Cast of Characters=Angantyr Vespar, Gabranth, Ramza Beoulve, Agrias Oaks
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:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' Lower Archades is a place where many people start. If you can make it here, you can make it to the upper level. If you can not, then you may live here forever. It is a place where information is money. Where rumors are kept close to heart, unless you can speak the price for it, and secrets, so many secrets can be found. Dirty games are played here, smugglers smug things, and markets stream with some honest people, to not so honest. The Imperial Judges and Soldiers are few here, very, very few. They only come when there are cries of help; if they cry can be heard. Though if one is avoid their watchful eyes, one must avoid the entrances to Upper Archades, as there is at least four that stand by the way up and they are always watching, observing, and checking for paperwork for those heading up. The question is, where would you start for information in the world of Lower Archades. As the streets are full of possible choices, just what choice will you choose to start with and who will you speak with?

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr has no idea of anything happening in another scene. He leads Ramza and his friends to Lower Arcadia, he knows the way thanks to friends, as well as treking here once before. He's smart, waring a cloak to hide himself...still imposing, but well...no more incrimidating than any other lower arcadian. He took the way through the swamps, the hidden entrance into the place, and avoiding monster clearing...the fewer people who could come here the better. Entering the city, he would lead towards the Docks first, "We should probably start there...just act like you're adventurers trying to get up in the world...I know for the right price a few loose lips can be purchased around here...maybe a few drinks as well, but it's up in the air." he whispers to Ramza, "We can at least get a working knowledge of what's been going in and our of Arcadia lately."

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' Ramza Beoulve had never been to Archades before. He'd gathered information, listened to rumors, paid for intelligence, found excellent maps, read books on the political climate and the culture prior to the fall of their world. It was still nothing compared to the first hand experience of travelling to Archades himself. Lower Archades was not the technological marvel of Upper Archades, it contained none of the majesty but it was more honest. If you want to see the truth of a land, you visit the slums, the lower class, the downtrodden, the civilians. Ramza was wearing his typical armor, but also a plain tan cloak, with a raised cowl over his head. It was a serviceable disguise, but wouldn't hold up to any real scrutiny. Thankfully the Church of Glabados had less influence in the Archadian Empire. The Judges would frown upon them trying to enforce Church law within their nation. That still wouldn't stop a cutthroat looking to make a quick bag of munny from trying to take him down, especially in Lower Archades, so he was wary. Angantyr suggests the docks, and the man nods. "I agree. They have to move the product of their labors somehow, it wouldn't suprise me if one of the Stevedores in the tavern knew something." He'd turn to Agrias, smiling. "Just follow our lead, Agrias. We're not here to start trouble." And then he'd follow Angantyr.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Agrias Oaks has never been to Archades either, and she knows rather little of it, in all honesty. All these places tended to be so very different, it was at times to keep track of them all. Following alongside Ramza and Angantyr, the blonde knight wears very little in terms of a disguise, her normal attire with a blue cloak draped about her shoulders and swaying with each step. Her longsword hangs at her hip, and as Ramza addresses her, the Knight turns from studying Angantyr with a small frown to nod to her friend, "Rarely are we ever looking to start trouble, Ramza. It seems to find us on its own easily enough, does it not?" She looks between the pair and comments, "I believe..I shall leave most of the talking to the pair of you, in this situation. I am not the subtlest of conversationalists, nor do I feel comfortable with lying about my intentions."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Tch, you think I am subtle? You learn, or you die." Angantyr says, rather harshly.

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' There was hard workers on those docs. People who moved large crates, even some tools used that ran on some form of power that help move the crates as well that were to heavy for normal man-power to do so. Heading into the city though was several peddlers trying to sell their wares to any who based, including few who had fish iced, including other forms of sea food. Buy pearls, some would say. Buy freshest fish you will ever taste, others would yell. Some children even played with a ball, kicking it around, before chasing after it once it got kicked down an alley way, laughing and giggling. Yes, Lower Archades was more of the slums, but it does seem to be streaming with life. As the group continue to move a man walks up to them. He seem to be missing on eye and his hands were in his coat. He stared at them for a moment with a toothpick in his mouth. He mostly stayed out of the way, but he watched them closely, before he spoke up as the last one passed. "Oi. You three." The man says as he starts to walk toward them. "My name is Lyven and Lyven knows faces. I don't know you three, so what brings you here, hmm?" He then tilts his head. "Looking for riches, wonders, perhaps even a place to stay? Lyven knows it all and has seen much of it. Even be a tour guide if ye be in need of it." It was hard to tell if this man was being honest or was just trying to make some quick gil.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr looks at the man, "Information." he says simply, looking at him up and down. "If you got information I want, I got gil you need...and if you have nothing I want, then off with you." He says, simply and bluntly, Angantyr wasn't here to make friends, he was here to get what he needs and be off, not to deal with men trying to cut his purse when they can. Angantyr also keeps a eye of his surroundings, waiting for anyman foolish enough to try and pick his pockets...or try and collect the bounty. After all, it'd be a good place to do it. "And also a way into the city above."

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' Ramza Beoulve would stop with head slightly bowed, allowing Angantyr to take the lead in the conversation. It wasn't a good idea to allow anyone to give him too much scrutiny, especially a man like this. He'd sell his location to a gang of toughs in a heartbeat. And while he felt that the trio was more than capable of handling it, he didn't want to draw that much attention. Even so, he does take a good long look at Lyven, searching him for some measure of whether his information is trustworthy or not. He hoped that Angantyr knew what he was doing. Every so often, he takes a look around himself, keeping an eye on his surroundings, looking for potential points of egress, possible chokepoints that might have an ambush laying in wait... The thoughts of a pickpocket were secondary, though it would be inconvenient to him, he didn't truly care all that much. He only carried as much as he needed anyhow.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Agrias glares at Angantyr for a moment, then turns her attention back to the city as they continue their walk. Her gaze settles on Lyven, regarding the one-eyed man sternly, arms folding over her breastplate, she offers no input beyond an audible exhalation, eyes flicking to Angantyr as he addresses the man. As her companion gets off to the important question, she glances back to Lyven, watching him closely.

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' The man stares at him with that one good eye, he studies Angantyr for a long hard moment, before he rubs his chin in thought. "Mm. Mm. Information." Lyven then shifts his weight to one leg as he continues to look at the mercenary. "That would depend on the information you seek and--" he pauses when Angantyr brings up going to the Upper Archades. "-- that. That dear lad requires papers. Papers Lyven here doesn't have access to, but knows a few who can." Lyven then watches as few Bangaa walk by, before he looks at the three once more. He notes that the Bangaa is paying close attention to the three for a moment, before the lizard man continues on. Lyven then turns his attention back to the three. "Perhaps we should talk in a more--less open area, hmm?"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr looks at the man for a moment... He looks at Ramza, and shrugs, it'd be his call on this one. Rather if they will be wasting their time or not. However, Angantyr looks supiciously towards the Bangaa, hmm..it looks like people want to move up in the world too...or they are looking to sell information on them being here. That was probably a good call. "We're popular already.."

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' Ramza listens to Lyven carefully, before giving the man a thoughtful look. He wasn't certain whether this was exactly a good idea, but some lead was better than none, so long as it was on their terms. "Prudence would dictate that. But we'll pick the location." He'd gesture for Angantyr to lead the way, saying something subvocally to him into his link pearl.

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Agrias Oaks remains silent, information gathering isn't particularly her strongest talent. She is however, rather wary, and when Lyven looks to the Bangaa, the blonde knight does as well, watching the lizard until he's out of sight. Her lips twitch into a frown at the suggestion to move elsewhere, and she nods as Ramza says they'll pick the place. One hand falls to rest idly upon the hilt of her sword as she looks to see if they're going to be moving or not

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' Lyven glances over his shoulder and then the other. He looks at the three once more, before he peers over to Ramza. "If that is what we must do very well. Lyven is willing to give this information and the directions to the one with papers, yet--" He holds up his index finger, it was obvious then he was missing his middle and ring finger. "-- If we must go to another place of /your/ choosing, Lyven wishes for part payment now." He then lowers his hand. "Simple cost, oh yes, very simple. Six hundred Gil. That is all Lyven asks for now. Then Lyven will follow." So the deal was made and the place decided, so that is where the people go. It would appear for the time it was a bar that was picked and as such a nice back corner. Lyven sits down and counts the gil he was given, at least a little bit as if checking it, before he goes to attach the bag back to his belt. "Now, now what information is it that you want to hear from Lyven?" The man says as he sits back in the chair seeming very relaxed in such a busy place.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Settling into the bar, Ang moves away from the group to get drinks. It keeps the barkeeper from behing unhappy, and willing to spill the beans on you if someone comes looking.. Paying customers are better than NON-paying customers. He lays down some gil to get some drinks...even for old Lyven. He lets Ramza and Agrias tank the information war.

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' After he'd paid the man, and the two of them went to the local bar, Ramza Beoulve would fold his hands forward on the table He ordered a drink that /wasn't/ milk, but he wasn't drinking it. Apparently he was wise enough to realize that ordering milk in a bar wasn't the best course to prevent attention from being drawn to himself. "Let's speak on obtaining papers into Upper Archades first..." And then he'd smile faintly. "..And then let's talk about Nethicite. All you know of it."

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Agrias Oaks eyes their 'informant' dubiously as he demands money, but simply sniffs sharply and turns to follow along to the bar. She settles into a chair at the table, a blonde brow arching in mild surprise as Ramza jumps right to asking about the nethicite. She didn't even bother ordering anything, and her attention flicked from Lyven to casually glancing around the bar occasionally.

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' Lyven thanks Ang for the drinks and goes to take a sip from his cup. "Like Lyven said. I can not help you with the papers. No no. I know someone who can. They are good at it, including faking them. Yet those are expensive. Very expensive." He admits. "Though if ye don't got a record of wrong and Archades isn't look for ye, then they are cheap and be legal." Lyven blinks then as Ramza asks about Nethicite. "Oh ho. That be something Lyven doesn't get asked about often and aye, that is a newer thing that ol' Archades has been workin' on. Yet we don't get to hear much of it, just that it is there pride." He takes another sip from the glass. "Lyven here use to work in the mines, that he did. That was until the mines were engulfed by the darkness that took most of our world and landed us here in this crazy place." The man seems a little annoyed by this. "Many people lost work cause of the mines being gone. Many more will continue to loose work when they run out of Magicite to work with." He tsks. "Eventually our coming generation may even pay for our sins with having to deal with the ways of old once more. Back to the pollution and smell of oil."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Unless they perfect Nethicite?" Ang wagers a guess? He wasn't too sure about the stuff either...he really didn't know anything about it, other then it could be manufactured, but was actually natural. Also, he quinces at the cheap part...yeah, Angantyr was...neither. This was gona be expensive for him...but he also has a bit of money to throw around now.

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' "We'll take.. quality, despite the expense." That wasn't even a difficult decision. Angantyr and him were too easily recognizable. They were too likely to be stopped. Too likely for questions to be asked. Miserly spending would just cause them problems in the long run. Ramza Beoulve would nod at that. "So you're down on your luck, friend? I can respect that. A hard-working individual like yourself, suddenly cast aside by the world ending around you. But I'm thinking that a man of your know-how might know enough of the current climate to point us the right direction.."

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Agrias Oaks glances to Ang when he hazards his guess, a small nod given before she looks back to Lyven. "It's been hard on a great many people, I imagine. But we can not give up and let despair take our hearts." She sets a gloved hand atop the table, falling silent once more as she looks towards Ramza briefly.

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' "Perfect Nethicite?" Lyven looks over at Angantyr, "That be stuff of legends. Nethicite, but what Lyven has seen is manufactured from the Magicite we once mined." He explains before taking another sip from the glass. He doesn't seem to respond to the sympathy given to them by the others. "The stuff be Artificial and magic dun like it none. It seems to absorb magic, much like the Magicite absorbs the mist." He took another sip. "Now as for the documents, if ye do want to go that route." He then takes out a piece of paper and starts to write down some stuff, yet he hides what he writes. He stares at the three of them with his good eye. He then moves the tooth pick to the other side of his mouth. There was a long silence before he continues to write down stuff, the rolls it up. He places it out in his hand, but if they try to grab for it he pulls it back. "Before I can hand ye this, I will need two hundred gil. She be a good friend and if she get in trouble because Lyven given ye this information." He narrows his eye. "Lyven will not be a happy man."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Interesting... "I see." he says, Ramza was more interested than he...but he was picking up interest himself. "I don't plan on telling anyone anything, when I get up there." he says to him.

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' He'd respond to the information on the forger first. "You can trust us to be discreet." And so Ramza would be down another two hundred gil. He hardly cared. A small enough sum as he counted it out and slid it over to the man. Ramza would stroke his chin. "It may be the stuff of legends, but even rumors are useful.. Whatever you know on the artificial Nethicite, is just as useful. Do you happen to know where it's mined now, and where they process it?"

:'''[[Agrias Oaks]] has posed:''' Agrias Oaks murmurs something practically inaudible and then blinks, glancing in Ramza's direction a moment later. To Lyven, she assures the man, "We will not permit someone to suffer for offering us aid." She leans back in her chair, listening to see what else there is to learn about nethicite.

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' The scroll is handed over and Lyven nods his head. "Like Lyven said. The mines are missing into darkness. Yet if someone could see into the darkness, perhaps even do that restore thing that Lyven has heard about. Then maybe I could remember more information on the whole process." The man shakes his head. "Been some months, maybe even a year since any of us worked on em or even seen the process. It is a guarded secret." "But like Lyven said. Nethicite is manufactured and can nullify magic. It is handy for the purpose of canceling out mages abilities or even stones of magicite em selves from being used to cast." He then taps the side of his head. "..at least of Lyven remembers right.."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr narrows his eyes, "How about telling you about where other mining work is? I have heard about where you might be able to get some work in some other mines." Angantyr says, but under NO circumstances are the mines Arcadia has were to be restored...unless they were retored in a rival nati... Interesting.

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' He'd take the scroll, putting it away in short order. He'd nod as Lyven told him about restoring the mines, in Ramza's mind that was filed under things that were not a priority. In fact they were something he'd be trying to stop at all costs. "Truly? It is that guarded a secret that even a man like yourself knows naught about where it is manufactured?" Ramza would smile visibly when he mentioned that it might be used to cancel out other stones of Magicite with its magic-nullifying abilities. That was exactly as hoped. "What of how it is used? If it is used as a power source, then surely there are places in Upper Archades where it might be found. Places that civilians might even have access to..."

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' "Mm. Perhaps perhaps. But we do love our country." Lyven admits with a soft voice. "Those who work hard, get to gain themselves in the upper levels. Much like my baby girl. They get a good life for their hard work, if they can make it. Some of us-- just choose to live down here, others, other just don't cut it." He takes another sip from the drink. Yet the paper was indeed handed over and he pocketed the gil. "Just what interest, if ol Lyven may ask ye all over such interest in the Nethicite and Magicite be anyhow? Not that I expect any of ye to tell Lyven." Then Ramza pries more. Lyven shakes his head softly. "We don't know where the magicite goes, beyond to a facility. Ye see, those of us who worked the mines sometimes also went on the airships to help unload. We were kept in the dark about where we were goin. No windows to be seen. No words be spoken." Lyven finishes off the glass, looking down at the ice cubes with his eye. "Mother Archades doesn't want her secrets to be known, because they know us." He then chuckles deeply. "They know we would snitch on em be the right price." He gives a wink. "Rather shame. Such information be nice to have for the many times like these," and he then nods softly. "Yet not be the first though to ask Lyven about this who come crossing into Lower Archades. Many who want to make their own done the same."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr grows silent as the man talks. Such...beautiful devotion. This, country of oppertunists and scum conqured his own...it makes him sick. It takes everything to not beat this man's skull in...the filthy words coming from his mouth...selling out his own country for a few lousy Gil... Angantyr takes a breath, eyes on the prize, he lets Ramza deflect the question...better he answer honestly, than to lie outright. "I see."

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' He'd listen to the man's patriotism, giving no hint to his thoughts on the matter. All of Ramza's pride in his country died years ago at Ziekden fortress as his best friend held his dead sister's body. And then the man would ask what his interest is in the Nethicite, and he spoke honestly, he just omitted several important facts. "I'm interested in what I've heard of its magic-absorbing properties, and its applications." Well, that was a dead end perhaps. Airships that transported so many individuals who were in the dark on where they were going and coming from to unload wasn't likely to be a good lead. Unless... "Are those same airships still in use?"

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' Lyven hrms softly in thought on what Ramza asks. He taps his chin a few times, stirring the ice cubes around in the glass. "Maybe. Though if they be, they are in storage or were lost with the mines in darkness." He admits. "Haven't seen any fly since the mines went missing." He sighs softly. "I fear ol Lyven doesn't have much else to give ye lads and lass. Thank ye for the drink again though." He then tips back the glass and noms on one of the ice cubes.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Hmm." Angantyr says, starting to get where Ramza is going with it...but... "Well, we'll take your scroll and be off."

:'''[[Ramza Beoulve]] has posed:''' Ramza Beoulve pays the tab. Nodding to the man. "Thank you kindly, Ser." And then he tosses him an extra hundred gil. "For your discretion..have a few more, on me." He'd then nod to Angantyr. Next stop, a forger. Then on another day... The Beating Heart of the Empire.

If it takes forever

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|Synopsis=Will walks to the grave of his wife...with the knowledge that this year it will be different.
|Cast of Characters=Will Sherman, Sigrun
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It was that day, the day many years ago he lost someone important to him...the most important person, perhaps, in his life. The scars from her passing still laid on his soul, both good and ill in this regard, she had a significant impact on his life. The fact that he had lasted this long as old as he was a testament to the love he held in his heart for her.

Years ago, she had came into his life when he had outlived his first family, he had been walking through life after that point, alone. He had depended on drink to dull the pain of life, dull the things that were too hard to bear every day, because he could not relate to anyone...to relate to them would eventually lead to him being alone...

But then she was there, disarming him at every opportunity, she always knew what to say to stop him from giving up and walking away. She’d warmed his heart again, reminded him of things he was missing out on being alone..Will grew to love her again, with all of his heart and soul.

Years went by, and while she grew older, he did not. He didn’t care, he refused to care...and then one day she was gone. He woke up, she did not...she was buried, and he was alone. They never had children, of their own at least...but they adopted of course. While his mortal children never knew what he was, not that he himself knew at the time, he watched them. Generations went by...

Her grave lead him to the next step in his life. It was here the Boss of the TDA, Alexander Hall met him investigating something one of his great grandchildren had set him on...someone always walking up to the headstone of the grandmother of his grandmother.

These memories ran through Will’s head as he approached the headstone, crouching over it for a moment and placing flowers on the grave as he always did. Lilies, they were her favorit-

He turned suddenly, to face something behind him.

Riku had told him what had happened when they were separated in the house. He had met someone, someone who claimed to be two important people in his life. He had drew her picture, showing it to Will earlier that day...

Melody was standing there, just as he had remembered her. Her strawberry blonde hair rolling down her shoulders. She wore the clothing that he had first met her, she ran her hand through her hair, weakly smiling at him,

“I knew you’d come.” She says, matter of factly, “You even bathed..” she says, not moving towards him yet. She stood there, slightly nervous..

Will couldn’t take his eyes off of her, tears welling on the edges of his sight. “...Mel...” and at the same time, “...Sig...” both voices speaking out at once, which surprised himself a little. She too, looked surprised by this, staring at him for a moment.

“You know why I had to leave, right? It was to protect you, I...I originally was trying to free...my husband..” She says, looking guilty, “But...I grew to love you, you remind me of him in so many ways...in the end I couldn’t hurt you, anymore than I could hurt him.”

Will pauses..shaking his head, “I don’t care about any of that.” he says, “You’re here...we’re together...” he says, moving towards her, but he was halted by her hand, shaking at him and backing away.

“No...” she says, “I can’t be with you, if I stay with you, then the other fae will know you exist...and I do not mean the two you already met. The ones that will do you harm, who have long memories...I..”

Will shook his head, refusing to accept it, “No. I will deal with whatever comes, I won’t lose you again. Not ever again!” he says, grabbing her hand and pulling her into a close hug. She was more powerful than him by leaps and bounds, his magic not fully formed...and even then bound into a seal that bound Loki, “I love you...I always have, I always will. If you can’t stay with me...then please, PLEASE...”

There was a moment, the woman shocked into silence, as he stared intensely into her eyes, “Just...be with me one day.” he says, her feature softening as she looked into his eyes.

“Will...I..” and then she was silenced, once more, actions spoke louder than words, will bringing her in...and for that moment, that one singular moment, everything came together perfectly.

Alma's First Date

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|Cast of Characters=Seloria Delacreaux, Kyra Hyral, Helena Celba, Alma Hyral
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:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena is terrible. So tonight, Helena picked up her two dates, of course using a bit of extra money she had set asside to do by carrage. Even with it's own driver, the group would be taken to Costa Del Sol, where she found a LOVELY sea side resturant! And she LOVED seafood...well, mostly. Helena was waring a rather form fitting dress, Gothic Lolita in design, short to expose her legs, with stockings and high heels. The dress was also low cut, showing cleavage and allowing much of her back to be seen. Besides that, it was very frilly and elegant...Her hair was without the normal headdress, instead allowed to flow behind her, which is not often something seen...she never lets her hair down. "Ah here we go..." the resturant looks like a local affair, not a chain or anything, which has two floors and a outdoor balcony looking over the ocean.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' Alma is gullible. That's all that went throughout her head throughout the entire carriage ride. Her gullibility had gotten her and her sister caught up in a date that she didn't want to be on. She actually hadn't even been on a date with anyone at all. And now her first was going to be with someone who teased her relentlessly at the academy. She didn't speak at all during the entire carriage ride, though she did mouth 'sorry' to Kyra twice. Otherwise she was subdued. She wasn't wearing anything different. Traditional white mage robes with red triangular trim that almost looked homespun with how old-fashioned they were, a stark contrast from the fashions of Ramuha and Alexander Academy both. Her cowl was down, showing her hair up in its usual unattractive bun. Once they arrived at the restaurant, she disembarked from the not-so-fairy tale carriage, nearly tripping as the hem of her robe got caught on one of the steps. While she teetered and stumbled, she didn't actually faceplant in the sand before catching herself. She actually liked seafood herself, so she decided to be polite at least as she regarded the ocean side restaurant. The view looked like it would be exquisite. "How did you find this place, Helena? It looks.. very pretty." She had to restrain herself from appearing too enthusiastic, and so she reined herself in from being too complimentary. She had to be careful lest Helena pounce on her for a single misspoken word.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Helena is SO terrible. Normally Kyra would just avoid the perky goth girl entirely...but... Alma. Alma was innocent and SO much of a pushover. She would never survive an encounter with Helena with her dignity in tact! That is why she elected to come along. As much as she was not happy with her family, she still felt that urge deep down to shield her little sister from Helena's predations. Much like Alma, Kyra hasn't elected to wear anything else unusual. Not 'that dress' which was THANKFULLY destroyed with the rest of the world. No, she rolls up in her usual hoodie and skirt and oversized boots. All of her piercings are in, the metal studs and hoops glistening in her nose and ears. "Alma." she confides in her sister quietly as the carriage pulls up and before they board, "Please tell me. Please tell me this isn't your first date." The whole carriage ride, she slouches with her hands buried into the front pockets of her hoodie. She even pulls the hood up over her head as she glares at Helena from across the carriage. "Hmm, Costa Del Sol. I'm a little surprised." she sits up, "This place isnn't a chain at all from what I can tell."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "Noooope." Helena says, "It is a local joint...the people that made it made it after the world of Ruin opened up...a interesting thing, because a lot of different types of people flooded to the city." she says, walking forward. She frumps slightly...the sisters..two different personalities...two different horrible taste in clothing! And Kyre was so /cute/ in that dress....she'll have to make another one for her...and then blackmail her into it...but Alma...oh Alma is...so young. "Well no time like the present.." he says, and leads the two girls to the top balcony and sits down. Sitting next to Alma, and across from Kyra, there is no changing this order. "Drinks!" she says to the waitress, "Something FRUITY for the ladies, and myself!"

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' Once she was out of the carriage and Kyra asked the all-important question, she'd be looking at her feet. She'd whisper to Kyra tentatively, her voice embarassed, ashamed to admit it. "It is.." Her sisters and brother had always been the more popular ones in school. She was something of a pariah. Ultraconservative, frumpy, and timid she didn't really have any friends even if there were several that would jump to her defense when she was teased and bullied. And she wouldn't be caught dead in that dress. After they were seated, she cringed when Helena sat beside her, hunching up in a defensive position. "Non-alcoholic, right?"

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Slowly, Kyra palms her face. Poor, poor Alma. Her first date ruined like THIS. So the game begins. Kyra is familiar with this game. It's called "who gets the drunkest and passes out first" and in all cases where Helena is involved, Kyra aims for it to be the perky necromancer. In this game...Kyra has an unfortunate amount of experienced, garnered where her family could not see. A shudder overcomes her as Alma asks if the drinks would be non-alcoholic. "Alma may be a little young for that." Kyra patiently notes from her seat, considering future plans to break up the current seating arrangement, "Regardless, we will all need plenty of water as well to stay hydrated throughout the night." she notes for the waitress's benefit.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' "Yes, water..." She turns towards the Waitress, and winks. And slips her some extra Gil. Hahahahahahahha! Turning back she scoots CLOSER to Alma, "Well! Girls, what have you both been up to...besides not doing anything?" She leans over towards Alma, looking right at her, "Just staying in that one city." She frowns, "Too much time cooped up in a new world!"

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' She actually gives Kyra a grateful look when she mentions that she's too young for that. She definitely didn't find it patronizing in this context. She'd never had a drink, and the thought of her getting drunk around Helena horrified her. She flinches when Helena scoots closer to her and then leans with that leering look in her eyes. She spoke timidly. "I-I've been trying to find a telescope, but Cornelia doesn't have any. And n-no. I don't intend to explore unless I have at least some maps, some idea of where I'm going.. I don't want to bother Kyra she has.. better things to do than look out for me."

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' The waitress gets yoinked into a dark corner. There is a soft scuffle, something like the noise of a thing of brambles getting dragged across tile (like fingernails across a chalkboard), before the waitress steps back out of it again. There is little to no difference, except the dress is a bit too long, and she now has green hair and glasses. The pockets get looted, too, even as Seloria grabs the drinks.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Of course, whether the waitress listened to Kyra pointing this out or Helena's money was up in the air at this point. If she sided with Helena...well, Kyra had a bit of painful 'Plan B' hidden under her hoodie for the occasion of a drunk sister. As Helena scoots in, Kyra starts to move in too, sliding her chair towards the side where Alma is currently seated. "Give her a break, Helena." she says irritably, "Alma appeared mere days ago. And I for one have left Corneria! Multiple times. To do what, I will not reveal to you." She folds her arms over her chest. "Furthermore, that Dark Knight made a visit yesterday so Corneria isn't as secluded and shielded as we had assumed."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena looks towards Kyra, and shakes her head. "Dark Knight? There are Dark Knights around, they exist..you'll have to be more...detailed." she says with a shake of her head. She grins at Kyra, "Oh...? Was it...secret meetings with Nik? Did he remember your name this time? Or just knows you by size?" she teases, and scoots in closer to Alma, "Aww...well, I GUESS we'll have to get your meeting with Souji, so you can get supplied and help us get these groups of people moving in a good direction." She says, and leans over. "We really could use your help, you were always such a hard worker...but so stuffy! No need to be stuffy anymore...we're free!"

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' She's kind of leaning over now, with her arms crossed in front of her abdomen, just over her legs. Even more defensive as the two just crowd her. Kyra didn't mean to, and was defending her, but Helena was coming uncomfortably close having already crossed the line of invading her personal space long ago. She was trapped, and she knew it. No escape. She was anxious, and nervous both, on the verge of panicking, but she tried to calm herself, she didn't want to embarass her sister. "N-Nik is a good person, Helena. I'm sure it isn't like t-t-that with him." Well he wasn't here to defend her, per his promise, but.. he didn't know, she wasn't foolish enough to hold him to that. It wasn't like he was going to pop out from behind the bar and join them to rescue her. She'd nod her head vaguely at Helena when she spoke of meeting with Souji and getting supplied. While she had some ideas of perhaps joining Souji's company, that wasn't the real reason she wanted to see him. And then she leans in so close that they're almost face to face. And she whispers in reply anxiously. "You don't u-u-understand, this is just.. w-who I am."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "He didn't give a name, he was just -the- Dark Knight. More specifically, he's apparently been going around, studying the light in others, and tracking his observations. When we re-encountered each other yesterday, he referred to me as 'Light One.' Like I was some sort of sample name! Tch." Kyra looks quite heated and indignant. But that is redirected when she sees Helena scoot in closer to Alma. She makes motions for Alma to scoot back. "No, it had nothing to do with Nik and all to do with business." She falls silent, giving her younger sister a steely look. "...are you /sure/ you want to fall in with Souji of all people."

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Seloria, Waitress in Design, walks over to the table, dutifully serving the alcoholic drinks to Helena and Kyra, and a very non-alcoholic one to Alma. She then turns and bows her head, pulling out a pad of paper and a pencil. "Are you ready to order, ladies?"

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena is not easily escaped from. She looks up as drinks are served and takes a sip of hers. "Hello Seloria." she says, finally, "Trying to mess with my plans?" she says, with a bored tone... "Nice try, but you need to hide your hair better.." She says, and gives the Waitress a nice LONG hug. "Nice to see you are not fish bait though!" she sits down and leans back over. "Well...a strange dark knight who assigns names to people. Weird." she shrugs, "Well you kicked his butt and sent him packing, good for you!" she says, and then shakes her head at Alma, "Because you WANT to...or because you think your family would only approve of you if you dressed and acted this way? Why let the chains of your family hold you down...we're free now!" she stretches. "Enjoy it!" She also, when nobody was looking, swaps her drink with Alma's. "Souji is a good man, and you should give him a break. I know all you know is rebelling, but he IS trying to help you all."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Yes! The perfect time to strike! When Helena gets up to hug Seloria, Kyra makes her move. Specifically, she practically launches herself over the table and steals Helena's seat, strategically positioning herself next to Alma and leaving the across-the-table seat open.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' The conversation of the Dark Knight made her uncomfortable, it disturbed her that there was so much darkness still present in the world, even after escaping the darkness. The idea of the forces of Chaos being present in the world terrifies her, as she equates nearly all darkness with Chaos. When Kyra motions for her to scoot back, she tries to scoot away whenever Helena is distracted by the waitress. And then it turns out to be Seloria! She gives the girl a shy smile, she didn't know her all that well from their time in school. "H-Hi Seloria." And then to Helena. "I like her hair. Its very pretty." When Helena mentions asks her whether her lifestyle was only because her parents wanted it or not, she honestly didn't know the answer, but she wasn't going to tell her that. There was a sense of uncertainty in her voice, but she still affirmed that this is what she wants, "Because this is what I want, Helena. My parents have little to do with it." Then Kyra mentions whether she wants to get involved with Souji, and Alma actually gave her a resolute look in reply, and while her voice was soft, it was decidedly less timid. "It's what Tira would have wanted. For us to support him." At the same time, Helena switches her drink, and she reaches to grab it, taking a sip. And then Kyra launches herself, taking Helena's seat, and she'd breathe out a sigh of relief.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' "Not really." Seloria says, cheerfully. "I just want the tip at the end." Plus she knows that if she's serving them, she can try to save Alma's rear end a little bit better than she could from the back. She happily(!) enough returns the hug, even clinging on a bit as Kyra launches herself over the table. "I see you're playing seat switching! So much fun."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena, kicks her leg out, kicking the seat back and out of the way of Kyra's way. She grins, waiting to see if she falls over herself! "Hey now, I know you get Jealous, Kyra...but no need to throw yourself at me!" she teases, with a grin. and picks up the non-alchohalic drink. She takes a drink and places it back down and looks back at Alma, "You don't sound too sure there.." She says, BUT nods at her other statement, "I can get behind that.." She knew the girl, she was after all addopted by the Murasame family, and was LIKE a sister to Souji. She isn't blind, she knows the changes that happened...but she can't say anything about it. Those who are really perceptive can possibly see her frown and look away. Then she nods towards Seloria, "A tip you say..." She grins, "Alright."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "Is it really." Kyra doesn't look convinced and is, in fact, a little peeved when her dead sister is invoked. He should have protected her. "Like he's supported us?" she says dryly. She tried to get that seat. Instead, Kyra crashes to the floor almost on her face. She lets out a huff of anger before climbing up to her feet. "I am not jealous!" she blurts out angrily. "I-" -am trying to keep you away from my sister! Is what she wants to say. In practice, though, it's much harder. But at least in practice, so far, she has yet to touch her drink.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' She'd just stare at Kyra as both her and Helena question her. Pushing up her glasses with a single finger at the center of the frame. She replies stubbornly. "Yes, really. It's what I want. You've made it perfectly clear in the past that what you want, is not what I want." She wasn't quite certain she believed that herself, Kyra and Tira had been her heroes after all. When one rebelled and the other died, it was akin to having her heart carved out of her. Before Tira had died, she'd been on the cusp of relenting herself, to perhaps emulate her older sister, but afterwards she'd thrown herself entirely into her family's traditions. Alma didn't have the expectation that Souji should have protected her, she had a simple belief in the goodness of others. Souji as he was now, she only could see it as a result of Tira's death, she didn't blame him for it. If he'd been there, she was certain that he'd have done all in his power to stop the creature. "That's not fair. He's a good person, Kyra. He just.." She didn't seem to be able to finish her statement, picking up her drink again to take yet another long sip. She wasn't certain what was in the drink, but it was /good/, and allowed her to take her mind off the grim subject for a time. And then after Kyra had tripped and fell over, she'd had risen to try and help her up, but Kyra preempted that. At Kyra's outburst, she stayed quiet, just regarding her with a sense of helplessness.

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Seloria stares at the floor, even as she goes to push the chairs back in, having to keep up the act. Then, with a straight poker face: "How about I come back when you're ready to order, hmm?"

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena SUDDENLY glomps Kyra, "Oh it's so CUTE when you're so indigant." She says, knowing that her EVIL plan is working on the younger Hyral. "I know what I want!" She says, "I'll take the special, a extra order of hush puppies, and a salad." She says, with a grin. Still holding Kyra by the way, "And he is a good man." Helena says, "You need to learn how to stop being so bitter." She says, and looks at Alma, "Hmm...so you want to be in a frumpy dress and be socially ackward? You DON'T have to be, you know that?" she says, with a grin. "And you blaming him for this is not fair to him." She says, sternly, "It only adds to him more, taking your blame and your hate. That's not fair, because he already works so hard for everyone."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "I've made it clear that what I want is not what my -family- wants." Kyra clarifies carefully, looking her sister in the eye, "What I want is not what Cosma Naturalis wants." There's a faint hint of triumph in her voice since, well, Cosma was clearly no longer a thing with their world dead. That is unless Alma took it upon herself to keep the tradition alive. Cripes, she could very well do that, couldn't she? Given enough sway. If she ever broke out of her shy, bullied shell... Kyra gives her sister a look as she stands. A sort of 'get away while you can!' look. It's clearly too late for her though as Helena latches on. "Gah! -the sea bass please-hey, let me go-" She squirms, but to no avail as Helena holds on. She seems to clam up about the subject of Souji and Tira though. Judging by the expression on her face, she clearly does not appreciate being lectured to, especially by Helena.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' Alma would give Seloria a timid smile. This was beyond embarassing, and this was her first date ever. It wasn't even with a boy she liked, but a girl that tried to tease, prod, and torment her. "I'll have the clam chowder soup and the lobster salad with the vinegarette dressing." Even despite the fact that it wasn't a real date, she still was fretting about in her mind whether she'd ordered the right thing. Had she? And Kyra was right, she made it pretty clear that it was rebellion against her family, not her. Even so, the distinction was sometimes lost on her. She'd still frown, deciding to offer a compromise. "Even if you're going to turn your back on Cosma Naturalis, do you really have to turn your back on Cosma herself, Kyra? I.. I believe in the doctrine of our faith, but it wouldn't hurt so much if you didn't reject her entirely. Sometimes it feels like you're just.. that the rejection of /her/is purely, to spite us." To spite me. She took a long sip of her drink after that. As Kyra gave her that look, she'd sidle her chair away from the table, eyes wide as Helena keeps Kyra in a death grip. "H-Helena please. Let her go. Look, let's just.. drop the subject of Souji, please." She knew that Kyra was still hurting over Tira's death, and despite everything she wanted to say to her, she really hated to /hurt/ her sister by prolonging the conversation. And then Helena brings up the subject of her dress, and her demeanor, and she can do little but blush and look down at her hands and feet. It was all so tempting, to be given the oppurtunity to fill in the holes in her life, and yet.. "I k-know that Helena. Still, its what I've chosen."

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' "One special, an extra order of hush puppies, and a salad. The sea bass meal for Miss Kyra, and the clam chowder soup and lobster salad for Miss Alma." Seloria bobs a quick curtsey, then scampers away. Flee!

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena sits back down in the chair...WITH her prize. "Aww...but she's so soft." She says, with a grin. Not immediately letting go of her prey. However, she lets her go, the subject was a bit depressing, and she shoos Kyra back to her side of the table and proceeds to lean back towards Alma. "Did you?" She says, "Or are you trying to live in someone's shadow?" she asks, "You're not exactly the pinnacle of social graces...or preaching to the crowds..." She continues, "Refusing to live the life that is out there doesn't do anyone anygood...especially yourself." she says with a small frown. "I'm not askin' ya to turn into Nik, though that'd be /amazing/, but..."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' She didn't want to turn her back on her little sister. But right now, hearing things like this-being preached to about her decision to turn away from Cosma, made her reconsider. Kyra grits her teeth a little, not looking at Alma. "Does it hurt to see me like this? What if I was happier this way? Would you be able to accept it?" She wouldn't refute the spite thing though. Hmmmmm. Likewise, she didn't want to think about Tira's death any longer than she needed to. Souji had become an unfortunate victim, caught in the crossfire. (Nor does she stop to think that Alma's words at this point might be under the influence of things OTHER than her love for Cosma). Practically dragged into Helena's lap, Kyra squirms uncomfortably until she lets her go. At that point, she's all too happy to walk around the table and reclaim her seat-but seconds later she's bristling to see Helena leaning into Alma again. "Alma will never be /Nik/, don't be ridiculous." Finally, she takes a sip of her drink. Kyra's no stranger to alcohol at this point (no thanks to Helena, in fact) and as she sips her drink, she watches Helena for signs of intoxication. Strange, there's nothing yet, except she's sure Helena's been drinking.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' She was starting to feel tingly, lightheaded, flushed. She was tipsy, but not drunk, and she'd never experienced the feeling before. The subject of the conversation didn't help, with her emotions running haywire. Was this really what she wanted? Why did everyone have to pick and pick at the choices she made? Could she really be anything other than what she is right now, even if she wanted to change? She didn't know. She took another sip from the drink. When her sister tried to refute her point, she'd bite her lip. The words sprang forth without much of a filter between her mind and her mouth. "T-then I'd still l-love you, even if I didn't like your c-choices. You're my sister, how could I do a-anything but that? I'd p-probably love you even if you were a..." She couldn't say it, but it was on the tip of her tongue. /Chaos Cultist/. Either way, Helena hit a sore spot even if she meant well, and she was already looking a bit tearful in her less than inhibited state; as she removed her glasses to rub her eyes with a cloth table napkin, sniffling. "I a-am what I am. I made the choice to f-follow the precepts of my f-faith. If you think my c-choices make my life a w-waste, then its my life to waste, not /yours/ to d-dictate how I ought to l-l-live." And then she'd rise all of a sudden, putting the cowl of her robe up to hide her face, still sniffling, as she tried to flee to the restroom, with her head bowed. "E-Excuse me.." Only for her to unceremoniously trip over Kyra's former chair, and topple over onto the floor with a yelp. Then sobbing, she'd quickly rise again, and continue her flight.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helene is a selfish monster, but under the RIGHT circumstances she isn't such a horrible bitch. Being related to a certain Hyral is one of these conditions...while it is ususally midigated by the being a Cosma cultist... Henela suddenly reaches out to catch Alma as she falls, and with sudden quick reflexes and probably being way stronger than her, brings her right to her chest in a tight hug. "Hey. Hey. Stop." she says, with a sudden soft tone. "You can't go running off crying on your fist date." she tries to sooth her. "Come on sit down...have a drink with us, calm down. You know your sister loves you right? And for all the crap I give you I'm not trying to be ABSOLUTELY horrible at you..." "Just a little." she grins seepishly. "You're still the kid sister of a woman I liked, and a woman I /do/ like...

:'''[[Seloria Delacreaux]] has posed:''' Seloria watches Alma break down and gets Helena'd. She sighs and murmurs something softly into her Ma Belle, then murmurs something else, waiting for their food to come out. Per rules, it will only come out when the waitress won't be interrupting.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' At this point, Kyra doesn't press. She doesn't stop to fill in Alma's words even though she knows what they would be. Alma was accept her even if she worshipped Chaos. Her studdering, Kyra thinks, seems to have become worse than usual. Then Helena really sets her off and she gives the girl a dirty look. Alma runs off. Kyra quickly rises, sensing a moment that she did not want Helena taking advantage of. "Alma...Alma wait." She pursues her sister, reaching out to intercept her before she runs off to, say, lock herself in a bathroom.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' Alma is caught even before she hits the ground by Helena, being brought in for a hug. At first she really freaks out, trying to pull away frantically even if the gesture was meant to be calming and to save her from an embarassing fall. But then gradually, she does calm down, her body being wracked by choked down sobs, which becomes a sort of pathetic sniffling eventually. Its uncertain what does it, whether it be Helena's words, or something over the radio by a mysterious benefactor. She relaxes in her arms, almost limply. She gives her a plaintive look. "I k-know, I-I know. S-s-sorry. I'm so sorry H-Helena, K-Kyra. I'm just a m-mess, an embarassment."

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena is surprising soft for the moment, giving her a nice hug. "This is why I am trying to get you out of your safety net, you're not an embarrasement, you're just not used to..." she shrugs, "Freedom." she tries to best explain it. She sits the young girl down back in her chair, "Come on now, food will be here soon." she says, grabbing a napkin and drying her eyes. "Have another drink." She says, encourgingly, "This is about having fun."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' DARNIT, this was not the distraction that Kyra was hoping for! Were she a more heartless individual, now would be the perfect time to flee Helena's grasp. But she couldn't leave Alma here, especially like this. She pauses when Helena reaches Alma first and actually lingers by their table. Reaching over, she picks up the glass of water that Alma was sipping and sniffs at it. To her chemist-trained nose, she senses the distinct difference. Her eyes narrow, but she puts down the glass before Helena looks back and steps forward to join the pair. "And consider what you've been through, Alma." Kyra says gently. "It's only natural to be upset." She too reclaims her seat, though she has dragged it a little bit closer to her sister.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' She'd just nod her head wordlessly at Helena, removing her glasses to finish the job of wiping her eyes again after she's sat back down. Trying to calm herself, she takes another sip from the glass, oblivious to the fact that Kyra had looked into its composition. She was feeling even more.. light, the longer this went on, but at least she wasn't tearful anymore. "N-No, I suppose I'm not u-used to it.. but.. I'm not sure that f-f-freedom is what I want. Not freedom in the same way you mean i-it." And then Kyra would try to join in on calming her too. She'd give Kyra something of a smile, before her head starts to loll backwards. Then her head would snap back to attention. And then loll again. Unlocked Achievement: CHEAP DRUNK

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena grins a little, oh man...she's only had ONE fruity drink. She gets more ordered because she is awful. "Well..." Helena starts, "I think you need to start thinking about this stuff now...I mean.." she looks out, "It's a brave new world." she says, and takes another drink. She grins towards Kyra, "Enjoying your drink?" she asks, with a evil grin.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Uh oh. Due to...experimentation and lack of judgement in the past on her own part, Kyra recognizes what's going on. In fact she should had realized sooner when Alma got so emotional about their words. Well -no wonder- she was getting so upset. Kyra glares archy at Helena for a moment, "Alma, you might want to slow down a little before you...pass out. I think you've become a little too excited." Beneath the table, Kyra tries to slip a hand inside her own pockets, searching for the 'Plan B.' "Oh, it's fine." Kyra says simply, "Though I /don't think it's what I ordered/."

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' Alma murmurs something along the lines of "Maybe, but if it is, why are you here?" to Helena. That probably sounded a lot meaner than she actually intended. She takes another long sip from the second glass. Kyra suggests she slow down, and she stares at her blearily, not understanding still that what she's drinking is /alcoholic/. "S-Slow down with w-what?"

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena grins at Kyra, and then LEANS on Alma, "Aww...don't be like that...your words are hurtful! Why are you so mean to my affections?" She fake pouts, "And looks towards Kyra, "Aww...ruining the fun..." she giggles, "We got the fruity drinks like I ordered, I just sabataged Selornia's sabataging."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "Waitress~" Kyra calls out pleasantly, "I think we need a round of water for everyone." With a sigh, she lowers her voice and she looks to her younger sister. "Yes, it is as she says, I'm afraid you've unwittingly had your first alcoholic drink, thanks to Hele/na/." Her last syllable is pronounced aggressively as she sees Helena lean upon her little sister.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' She took the news that she'd been tricked into getting drunk in stride. Nodding her head with a sort of vague acquiescence. And then she looked shock all of a sudden at Helena, which turned to horror instantly. She'd yell straight in Helena's face. "How COULD YOU!?" One moment she was sitting in the seat, yelling at Helena, the next.. they'd see a brief flash of radiant yellow light. And then she was gone, no longer in her seat, as the two would feel a rush of air. On the beach below, any onlookers would be treated to the sight of the girl in frumpy robes, kneeling in the surf, puking her guts out, her hair a mess as it spilled forward into the gently lapping waves and sand, a yellow aura still faintly glowing around her person for a few moments before it faded entirely. Luckily there wasn't much in her stomach, as due to the power of plot rules, their food had never arrived. So she'd continue to kneel there on the beach dry heaving and wiping away her mouth with the sleeve of her robe.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena was surprised by this turn of events. "Wait what?" the suddenly gone screaming Alma turned into a gust of wind. She looks around... "...Man, that was fast even by my standards." She says, though not understanding what had even just happened, she looked oddly towards Kyra, raising a eyebrow. "Geeze, seriously? It was just a harmless drink. This stuckupness is really starting to drag on this."

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' "Welcome to the rest of my family." Kyra says dryly, frankly quite unsurprised by this turn of events. Now the warp she hadn't expected-the purging? Yes, yes she saw that coming. Kyra stands up in her seat and walks over to the balcony of the patio, peering out until she spots Alma kneeling in the surf. "She's very devoted." Kyra says softly. "Much like my parents were." She turns away from the balcony to face Helena, folding her arms over her chest. "Now what's it going to take to make sure you don't do this to my little sister again?" She dies a little on the inside-but she cannot deny the Cosma virtue of self-sacrifice in this case.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' And then she's on her knees in the sand, tearful again, begging for forgiveness in the middle of the beach. She truly thought it was a grave sin to use her magic like that.

:'''[[Helena Celba]] has posed:''' Helena is silent for a time...that magic puts her ill at ease...she frowns...and then looks up at Kyra. "Sickening. She refuses to live /her/ life." Helena is...offended by this. It's so frustraiting, and they would call her a cultist...tch. "Hmmm...I can think of a few things..." she says, suddenly sweatly... "They will involve a new dress...or a lack of one maybe~." she says, "Anyway, I'm out. This has gotten seriously unfun. Do whatever you want with her...but I'll come collecting later~"

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Kyra is also silent for a few moments at Helena's words. The feelings the necromancer was bumping into right now were similar to those she felt years ago as she experienced Alexander Academy after over a decade of being sheltered by her parents. She's almost about to confide this in Helena. Almost. Fortunately, Helena reminds Kyra that she is Helena and the white mage shudders. "...very well." she says uneasily and waits a few more moments as Helena slinks out. Kyra, after leaving behind some money, heads down to the beach shortly afterwards to collect her poor sister.

:'''[[Alma Hyral]] has posed:''' Kyra would be able to lead Alma away quite easily. She offered no resistance whatsoever, oblivious to what her sister had to promise to have Helena never do this to her again. She was still a bit tearful, believing she'd done something terribly wrong. "I-I'm s-s-so s-sorry t-that I e-e-embarassed you K-Kyra." When she woke up the next morning, she had the most absurdly sickening hangover possible for not even having had two drinks.

:'''[[Kyra Hyral]] has posed:''' Kyra, notably, does not make any mentions of promises to Helena when she comes to help Alma. Gently, she rubs her little sister's shoulder as she leads her away to one of the local inns. "You're forgiven, Alma. Just treat this as a...learning experience."

Painful Thoughts

2013-04-24T07:19:31Z

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Angantyr laid on the god awful place wherever Garland had deposited him. He wasn’t sure if it was Mirage tower, Hollow Bastion, or wherever. It hurt to move, it hurt to think. Consciousness came and went, and he was hurt beyond all reasoning. He didn’t even try to open his eyes, he just laid as consciousness came to him briefly.

He’d done it...he’d finally shattered the last bit of ties he had to actual people. People he loved, and cared for...they hated and despised him. Those who already hated him had more of a reason to stick a blade in him...he’d even had to suffer moralizing of the twice traitor. It hurt to think about that, but she finally manage to get it...she refused to die a monster, and maybe...just maybe, that was enough.

Maybe. She still had a long way to go, regardless.

There was Maira...he still didn’t know what he felt. Affection? Love? Something, it wasn’t just friendship, but he never had time to see where it lead...he didn’t feel comfortable with Maira after Avira...both because it’d look like he was taking second best, and he knew it wasn’t like that, and because it might tear two friends apart. It was, however, the most painful thing he had to do, to stand and fight, with his own will against her....against both of them.

Steel himself, she had told him. Sarafina was right, she had gotten it without having to directly tell her. She knew that it wasn’t just to hurt them, but to protect them...because he cared. Had he not did this himself, Garland could have sent someone worse...someone uncontrollable, someone who would not stop. Hundreds would be dead, and they’d blame themselves.

He had to do this, for their own good.

That was the mantra he’d kept repeating. It didn’t matter anyway, he’d belong to this side of things. The darkness was what he was born into, and what he’d die in. He couldn’t even sigh right now...he just let out a breath.

And he falls back into darkness, blackness taking him until he was healed enough to actually form coherent thoughts.

Helena Celba

2013-04-18T22:56:34Z

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{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Helena
|lastname=Celba
|age=17
|image=Helenapic.jpg
|caption=<3
|species=Human
|sex=Female
|height=5'5''
|weight=Now that's rude...
|series=Final Fantasy Act Class
|styles=Dark Lady
|hometown=Odin, The Iron Descolation
|alignment=Forces of Ruin
|group=Alexander Academy
|occupation=Necromancy/Master of the Heretic's Hammer
|quote="Oh, like, please keep struggling. I like it when people put up a fight. It makes the next part SO much more satisfying!"
|footer=Retaking her position under House Murasame.
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= Profile =
Helena Celba is a strange young woman, a master of Dark Necromancy and Martial arts, she grew up in the wastes of Odin, the Iron Desolation. Her family killed by Nightmare Golems when she was young, she was forced to take care of herself. However, she found her calling by tapping into the dark energies of the world, turning those who have fallen into her weapons. Bubbly, despite her power, she is seemingly outgoing and friendly, but with a very potent sadistic streak in her that comes out seemingly at random. She simply enjoys life as it comes, and always attempts to turn things to benefit her, twisting things to where she has the most enjoyment...others can have fun too, but only as SHE enjoys things the most. Helena is bright, way more intelligence than she lets on, and has an enjoyment of word games. However, failure to beat her in these games always comes with a sadistic price.

= Skills =
Conviently An Orphan, All Play, Ambition Might Be Evil, Laziness Is Also Evil, Angst? What Angst?, Attention Deficit Disciple, Beware The Nice Ones, <GOOSEHONK> Alert, Bookworm, Complete Monster, The Glasses Come Off, Lack Of Empathy, No Sympathy, Raised By Wolves

= Abilities =
'''Martial Arts:''' Helena is very skilled at the Martial arts, specifically a master of the Heretic's Hammer Style of Martial Arts. The skills use her innate connection with her necrotic skills, and a serious of pressure points to redirect Chi flow.

'''Necromancy:''' Helena can control the undead, and even those of strong will with sufficient beatings. Her own skill with Necromancy is combined with her martial art styles, and what she lacks in power, she makes up in utility.

'''Darkness:''' She can not use darkness yet, but is naturally adept at using it.

'''Prodigy:''' Helena is incredibly intelligent, though she acts less than she is. She excels and almost anything she puts her mind to, and has a beguiling intellect. Those who are intelligent, catch her genuine interest...and she has quite the love of word games.

'''Dance:''' Helena is a skilled dancer, trained by the Murasame house to have a skill set beyond just combat. She took a liking to dancing, and has become quite the dancer.

'''Gymnast:''' A matter of course for someone trained as a monk, she is incredibly skilled as a Gymnast.

= Logs =
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= Cutscenes =
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2013-04-18T22:43:45Z

Willsherman: Helena Celba

Helena Celba

Careful? Me?

2013-04-16T16:29:35Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/03/28
|Location=Fluorgis - City
|Synopsis=Maira and Ang have some time alone, before the arrival of the Dark Knight.
|Cast of Characters=Angantyr Vespar, Maira
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:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr had came back to Fluorgis a few days ago...with a person over a shoulder. For the purposes of expediance, Sanel is in a different set of rooms resting or whatever it is Sanel does off camera. Cut to Sanel chasing after Mr. Mew. Angantyr had some pretty nasty wounds, but as always he heals pretty fast. Right now he was eating in an inn, which was rather quiet given that it was still early, he was thinking about what had happened, and how it would effect buisness... And what it met. He knew an inquisitor of the Church of Glabados was not only a vampire, but abusing her power to get food. Or at least, that what he thought she was doing. He was thinking about what happened next.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira is also just coming back to Fluorgis after stopping at home for a few things--AND A BATTLE. Quite randomly, she'd been attacked by The Dark Knight, in what was a completely puzzling, and trouble, encounter. She is however, not terribly injured, and actually in a pretty fine mood. This is likely do to the fact that she is leading a red chocobo, following her cheerfully. "WARK!" the chocobo says, headbutting Maira affectionately as she stops in front of the Inn. "Okay you, stay here okay? I'll bring you some greens after," she says, reaching up to ruffle his feathers gently. Maira enters then, spots Angan, and scurries over to him directly, falling into a chair beside him and looking at him with wide eyes. "Angantyr! What happened!?" she asks, looking him over. "Do you get in trouble every day!?" not...that she's one to talk...apparently...

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Almost seems like it. This trouble might be...more troubling." It's easy to see the bite marks. And not the normal bite marks, fang marks. Angantyr isn't in any danger of becoming a vampire, because of dark vitaility, and also he wasn't slain. DARK VITALITY, is a mysterious stat that you can't really see in his status page. You know it's there, but everytime you hover over it, it stares at you until you curser off of it. "You look as if you have had adventures too. Lunch just got made, come have a bite." Angantyr says, "There might be someone else here you might wana look at."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira leans closer, shamelessly examining him because this is healer work and embarrassment doesn't figure into it when she turns on that section of her training. "Angantyr you've been BITTEN," she gasps, examining the puncture marks on his neck with obvious alarm. "What did you fight a giant spider? Were you poisoned?" she asks, already starting to pull things out of her pouch looking for the right potion. On top, is the horn that broke off Leon's armor, which is placed on the table, the make of which Angantyr would likely recognize as being from a dark knight's armor. "Someone upstairs? What did you get into? OH first--I went back to Traverse for some things and I got attacked by someone calling himself THE Dark Knight, and he wanted to test my Light and Minerva and--wait don't say anything--Katyna and Evja were there and they defended me but I got him to stop attacking by asking for mercy and then he was calling me a maiden of light or something and he went away--" Maira then gasps a breath. Breathing! It's important! OH HEY FOOD! Maira grabs a pastry and stuffs it into her mouth.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr looks at the dark armor piece, taking it into his hands and examining it. He frowns as Maira goes over her encounter, not answering her questions yet. To test her light...and he stopped when asked for Mercy? Not...traits of most Dark Knights, that is certain. Even Ang was prone to fits of being brutal, but he was tempered better lately, perhaps because of his friends...but perhaps that was weakness. He wasn't quite sure yet. "The Dark Knight huh? Arrogant." he says, thinking about this. "Reguardless, it wasn't a giant spider. I ran across some of the Church of Glabados' flunkies surrounding a child with spears, so I got involved. They decided to ignore me, and I showed them the error of their ways. However, their leader which was some inquisitor was a vampire." "We fought her off, but not without serious injury. But she got away. I am fairly sure I'll be dealing with that stupid rat soon."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira eyes grow wider as she chewed. An Inquisitor of the church of Glabados? A /vampire/?! That was a real thing!? Maira swallows. "I...hey! Don't say that about Faruja. You may not like him but he is a good friend to me. I don't let anyone talk badly about you even if they don't like you," she says, pursing her lips at him. "So...you got bit by a vampire!? D-does that mean you are going to turn into one or something?! Or is the werewolves? I don't really remember....SO, the kid? He's upstairs then? Is he alright?"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Nah." Angantyr says, "I think you have to die, and my body isn't rejecting potions or burn in the daylight." Angantyr says, with a long nod. "We're both not in danger of death, or undeath. Besides, I'm harder to mess with...connection to the darkness and all that jazz." he shrugs. "Yeah, he's resting. He might need a look over when he wakes up." Then he shakes his head, "Maybe, but he won't believe it, Maira. He will come here to kill me because..." he throws a hand up.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira frowns deeply, nodding. Angantyr did look alright, besides being beat up a little. Honestly, her mental picture of him is always a little roughed up. If he were in perfect condition she might actually be alarmed. "Well...good," she says, then reaches for the horn from the armor, turning it over in her hands and chewing her lip lightly. "No no...Faruja wouldn't do that. I'll tell him. We're good friends," she replies. Faruja would see reason. It wouldn't be /easy/ but she was SO sure. Not a doubt. Faruja was a good person! Her faith in him had never been shaken. "This Dark Knight...he felt so...weird. Like he had no light at all. He felt like a Heartless...like a glass that had been emptied and refilled..." she muses, eyes fixed on the horn. "Do you think he's a Shadow Lord?"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "It's a possibility." Angantyr says, which makes him wonder if he has connections to Garland...but he has been in Garland's employ for some time...but then again, he is not perview to every secret. He shakes his head, "Whatever you say. But I've been on the wrong side of that guy before. I do not have much faith on him...but maybe you will prove me wrong." he shrugs, "As far as this guy...no light. That is scary...for him to given himself over to darkness so throughly...but to have his will. That is..." "...Then again, I am an impossibility too. I guess that we will have to meet in the future..." And fight. Something told him that conflict between the two of them would be inevitable..

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira nods some. She will not argue about Faruja now. It wouldn't do her any good. She would just have to see how things went. "It was so strange...I was very afraid. He was so strong, even when we hurt him, and we did, he just...he didn't even seem to notice. But then at the end....he reached out toward me, like he wanted me to take his hands or something...I don't know. But he did said he would be back to to check on me," she explains, brow furrowed with worry. "You are not an impossibility, you have Light just like most everyone else. You use the darkness and its part of you but...no, you are not like he was. You're...not empty feeling," she tries to explain. Maira remembers something then, reaching for another piece of food. "Oh! I did something weird the other day. See, I met Evja--know you don't like her but she saved me a couple of times--she was sort of...flooded with darkness...I thought, maybe I could make it go away, you know? ...And I did!"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr nods a little, "It's...complicated so don't worry about it." he says. "My darkness is a bit more complicated, but eh. Just...thanks for the heads up. I think this is going to be something we need to confront eventually." Angantyr isn't sure what to think yet...time will tell. "He also seems interested in you. That isn't something good, I fear. I wonder WHAT it is...but.."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira sighs, nodding. "I'm sorry. I seem to attract trouble too," she says, placing the horn back in her pack. "He'll be back, so...I guess I shouldn't wander off on my own." Blah! Alright, something happy? "Oh! Oh oh oh! I got a chocobo! You have to meet him. He's so beautiful, flame red! I don't know what to name him though..."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "...You got a red Chocobo?" Angantyr looks moderately impressed. "Good job, those are rare." Angantyr nods. "Yeah, you shouldn't. ...We should tell Avira too."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira nods. "Oh, I told Avira already! VALKYRI radio. I'll warn her again though..." she says, sitting back and looking toward Angantyr sheepishly. "Evja gave me the chocobo..."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr rolls his eyes, "I give little craps about the Judge. In the sense that He is a judge and I really hate them." Angantyr says testily. "And didn't he sell you all out to Hades?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira blinks. Then blinks again. "Y-you know Evja is a guy?" she asks. "And I don't know, but he was under a...a compulsion? He really couldn't help it. Anyway...will you help me name him? The chocobo? And how much longer are we staying in Fluorgis? What's the plan now?" she asks, since apparently she's along for the ride! Probably for the best anyway, as she'll no doubt get in trouble if she wanders off again!

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr looks surprised, "Huh. I didn't know bunny girls had guys. That explains that I guess.." he says, and shakes his head. "What I know about them is that they were all female." He takes a long moment to think... And then his eyes snap open. "Something is here, in the city. Something dark." "...I think it's him."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira gawks, then reaches out to smack Angantyr's arm. Not like its going to hurt or anything. "Angantyr you said HE! You tricked me!" she complains! Maybe he'd forget.... Maira blinks then and scoots closer to Angan, eyes going wide. "Its him...its him," she agrees, reaching for her pouch again to touch the horn. "Why is he here? Did he come back for me already?"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "No." Angantyr says, motioning up stairs. "Go up there. I'll go looking for him. With any luck he'll ignore you, he might not even be here for you." Angantyr says and stands, picking up the mace and holstering it.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "Angan...." she says, frowning deeply. "You're already hurt...here, hang on," she says, then reaches out to place her hand on his arm, casting a quick cure spell. "I know I can't stop you...but be careful, please," she says, then leans forward to give him a quick hug before she goes upstairs to keep an eye on the boy Angan has rescued from the vampire.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr nods to her. "Careful? If I were careful I wouldn't be doing this." He says, and gives her a grin. Before he runs off.

Waking up after the Bog

2013-04-16T16:26:23Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/03/12
|Location=Traverse Town - Cloud Nine - Second Floor
|Synopsis=Will wakes up after being horribly injured by Royce during their rescue of Avira
|Cast of Characters=Will Sherman, Navya, Soan Sagittarius
|Tinyplot=Manhattan Restoration
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will managed to survive the night, he was very lucky. IT'S ALMOST LIKE HE'S SOME SORT OF LUCKY GUY! However, Dion was kicked off the couch, and Will was laid on it so he could be watched by people so he didn't lasp into anything serious. Celina tended his wounds, and probably other people's who dropped by, but right now, eyes were probably on Will who had a brush with death. However, after a little while into the afternoon of the next day, Will rouses, groaning and wincing with pain. He doesn't move again, but he does open his eyes to look around the office. He sucks in a breath, and looks around... "Thirsty.." he manages to croak out.

:'''[[Navya]] has posed:''' Navya is sometimes determined. Sometimes she graduates to 'very determined'. Yesterday was one of those days. Avira and the others ran. Navya didn't run with them; she picked up Will and went her own way, bringing him back to where she knew was safe. He may have provided an address; Navya has never actually been to the Twilight Detective Agency before. Once she delivered him, Navya practically passed out in one of the chairs (sorry, TDA, for having to put up with her). This happens whether she is actually invited to or not; she's tired and she's sore and she was about to collapse regardless of her actual desires on the topic; Navya is theoretically keeping an eye on Will but is really too tired to do much of it. She at least tried not to leave muddy footprints or blood on anything. She is awake again though. Her eyes pop open at Will's voice, and Navya shifts; chairs are not always that comfortable for her and now her back is sore. "Eh, what?" she says, not being a particularly swift riser.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will looks up... "Water?" Will rasps, trying not to groan. His radio is going a mile a minute, but he can't really help with that...he's way too hurt, his brain is too focused on trying not to go back to sleep. He pauses... wait a minute... "...You're from..? With Avira right?" he manages to get out. It really hurts to talk, but he remembered that Avira was in trouble, which causes him to focus a bit better...but he was pretty thirsty still.

:'''[[Navya]] has posed:''' Navya's radio is silent. She is not sure which is superior. Navya rises from her chair entirely. She's still a little wobbly, but she can make it over to the table with the refreshments on it; she just has to poke around a little to find a way to get /water/ rather than tea or coffee. She could really use one too. And a bath, she realizes; she took her boots off when she came in to avoid mucking up the place (her bare feet are surprisingly humanoid; no dragon claws there) but she still has dried mud caked on her pants and she herself is only a little cleaner. Her wings settle one, the ragged hole in one of them making it painful to furl properly. "I've got something," she says, "just give me a moment to - there! Water." Navya fills two coffee cups with it and carries them carefully over, being extra careful not to squeeze or spill. "Huh? Oh, yeah," Navya says. She still sounds a little groggy. Maybe she's not all the way up yet, but she's getting better. "I'm with VALKYRI, that's why I was looking for her. Well, and because she's a friend!"

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will grabs the cup, taking it to his lips and immediately starts drinking. He doesn't stop to say anything else until the water is gone, which gets a satisfying "Ahhh.." Will takes a moment to breath correctly again, and then looks up at the dragon lady, which is completely different meaning given the circumstances. "Avira's friend huh?" Will says, "Nice to meet you...I'm Will Sherman. King of the Hobos, detective of the TDA, and all that jazz." he says, though still rather weakly given everything. He manages to sit up a bit, but that even causes his head to spin. Okay...no more moving, Will...just stay still. "Thanks...I was dying of thirst..." he mutters, "What happened...all I remember is the hand...people screaming, and something about Avira running with Mercade.." he says, still a bit confused to why he heard stuff on the radio about Holloween town. "She's a friend of mine too..." he still kinda feels guilty about the mutate thing, maybe he should have paid better attention.

:'''[[Navya]] has posed:''' Navya keeps the other water mug for herself. Or that's the idea; she ends up passing it to Will and then going to refill the first for herself. He's more badly hurt than she is; she's mostly bruised and sore aside from a couple wounds, and he almost died. "King of the Hobos?" she asks, slightly confused. "I didn't think they had a king, or... were organized, or anything." Navya clearly doesn't understand, though she's trying. She looks politely confused when she sits back down, hissing slightly when she tries to lean back. And then she tries to explain what happens. "Avira - was out there. I wanted to talk to her, to tell her... some t hings." She isn't sure how much Will knows, or how much Avira wants public, so Navya is a little more circumspect than she might ordinarily be. "But there were Heartless, and zombies."

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' "Well, that's good to hear." The voice, distinctive by the disortion that a metal helmet does, comes through, from one of the windows, half-way open. "Because I would quite appreciate if you could give me some informations on what is going on with you jolly folks." Dragoon Man, leaning against the edge of one of the windows, his form part-way visible for those who care to look in that direction. "Not that I'm not happy to help, it does seem that tehre's quite a lot that hangs in the balance for you people, is there not?"

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will smiles a bit, "Don't worry about it..." he says to her, "What's your name?" he asks, sitting in his position and looking at her, a bit...better than before, those eyes don't stop working because he's hurt. Though Navya is probably as normal as people come, but you never know.. "You mean about...the Mutate thing...she...it's..." Will sighs, it was so hard to address this situation, "It happened in Manhattan." Wa- Will looks towards DRAGOON MAN. "Y-your Dragoon man right?" He asks, "I mean...I can explain a little.." he scratches his head, He downs the other cup of water, but not as quick as the first one, "Our home...Manhattan was attacked by the Shadow Lords, it...got eaten. But...we discovered it could be recovered...if the pieces of the word could be gathered together, called Shards, and a guy with the key to unlock it was found...someone with a keyblade. Also, if the Princess of heart of our world was still active..." he says, with a gulp. "Avira has...the final shard in her. The Lord of the Underworld is apparently a shadowlord...and managed to get something on Avira...so.." he shrugs, "She's running to stay away from Hades...and I guess because she's...Ashamed? I don't know...but Mercade's with her I think? I'm not sure where she is right now...you know, with the nearly dying."

:'''[[Navya]] has posed:''' Navya looks perfectly normal for a gria. If Will hasn't /seen/ a gria before, that may be a little less normal, but they're not insanely rare or anything; they just only really come from Jylland, and there's not as many of them as humans or bangaa or moogles anyway. "I'm Navya," she says, trying to smile; she's a little worn out so it looks a little wan, but hey, she tries. "Nice to meet you too. And - yeah, I know some of that, just not all of it." And at least one more thing. She twists around to look at the window and DRAGOON MAN. "Why are you outside?" she asks, because it is the first thing that pops into her mind. "Why don't you come inside, mister, um... mister Dragoon Man?" Really? Navya looks a little sheepish. "I don't know where she is either. Um. I wish I did. I was trying to make sure she was okay, and then I got /myself/ all beat up trying to get ahold of her. I told her I wouldn't die, and I didn't! But... I'd like to know."

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' Dragoon Man remains outside, despite the good question. Because he likes being outside, that's why! The Armoured man lets out a pensive hum, then nods his head once. "So your world was eaten as well... I see. That do make sense now." It dosen't really. That's a lot of unfamiliar terms, but he's certain that they are things that are going to be important if they wish to do the same with their own world, now. If such a thing is possible, at all. "And this Hades sends minions of Darkness and Chaos after her, to prevent you from succeeding to restore your world... Hmmmm." Dragoon man looks up, still not looking inside. Why he's not coming inside? "It's good that you survive. I apologise I couldn't subude the witch before she did this to you."

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' Dragoon man stops, straightening up against the wall, as he looks upward, his look focused at the other levels, the building itself. His helmet moves a little, tilting faintly upward a few times, as if he was smelling the air. "Did any of you sense that? That... overwhelming Darkness, for a few moments?"

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "Yes..." Will says, "Judge bunny...we were holding him here after the betrayal..it came from his room.." he says, groaning.. Will's hand weakly points at the door he was being held behind.

:'''[[Soan Sagittarius]] has posed:''' Without adding very much, Dragoon Man is gone from his previous spot, already leaping toward whatever the hell happened.

:'''[[Navya]] has posed:''' Navya has no idea why someone would /not/ come inside if they were invited, but technically she doesn't have the authority to invite anyone in here. Maybe that's why. "It's okay," she says, before DRAGOON MAN (being DRAGOON MAN and thus mysterious) leaps away. Navya's brows furrow. "I didn't feel anything," she has to admit. Sometimes being thick is not always the best. "Wait, bunny? Like a viera? They're girls," she explains, in case Will doesn't know. Navya pushes herself up. "Do you want me to, uh, check? I mean, this isn't my place or anything, but - Actually, I can't. I don't have a key." Unless she punches down the door. Nobody wants that.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will pauses... "Uh." Well, so much for that door, he just sent Dragoon man at it... "Well, it's okay...I am sure Celina won't be too mad.." he says, with a weak smile, "...I think you need to find Avira, don't worry about me, go find her.." he says, and grabs her hand. "That will help you find her...just go whatever direction you think she is...and you'll find her." he says, strengthening the bond between Avira and Navya...sometimes fate can be guided. "That's...all I can do."

:'''[[Navya]] has posed:''' Navya gets her hand grabbed. She doesn't know what to think about that. She can't feel what he did, but she can tell he did /something/, or thinks he did; she'll just have to keep wandering towards Avira, and maybe she'll eventually get in the right place. "Okay," she says, nodding. "I'll check it out... and then I'll look for her. You heal up, okay? I'll see you again!" And then she turns and hustles, stumbling only once while she goes.

What happens in Narshee..

2013-04-09T03:05:25Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/04/08
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|Cast of Characters=Maira, Angantyr Vespar, Emi Dennou
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:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Things learned today: Making a snow man is really hard when you run unusually warm, as evidenced by the goopey lump with a carrot stuck in it sitting around where Maira has decided to hang around and practice with her chocobo. The beautiful red bird trots around with Maira in the saddle, giving the snow below a suspicious sort of look. "Alright Mao...lets go a little faster eh? Go, go!" Maira says, then her mount kicks it into gear and begins to sprint! Maniacal giggles echo through the nearby mountains as Maira clings for dear life and generally has a wonderful time--at least until something spooks the bird and it skids to a panicked stop, sending Maira flying headlong toward, luckily, a snow bank.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr turns a corner right as Maira hits a snowbank. Angantyr pauses for a moment, waiting to see if Maira was all right. At the lack of pain or neck breaking, he starts to laugh at her. Holding a hand over his mouth, as he moves to help the young woman out of the snow bank, and brush her off. He looks at her face...and immedaitely bursts into laughter again.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' There, the source of the spooking! Mao looks at Angantyr and lets out a loud "WARK!?" Maira, cursing in a way that would likely make Angantyr proud, digs out of the snow bank, grabbing hold of Angan's hand and sputtering, wiping at her face. She's not seriously hurt, but she'll have some scrapes and bruises! "Mao! What the <GOOSEHONK>!?" Maira looks up to see who her helper is to find that it is a giant dark knight--somehow now not the scariest dark knight who could be laughing at her, at least. "Uuuugh...hi Angantyr," she groans, the snow already beginning to melt on her skin. "W-what are you doing out here? Did you scare my chocobo?" she asks. Mao: "WARK!"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "If I did, it was not my intention. I was actually starting to leave this god forsaken place." Angantyr says, with a amused grin. He helps pat the rest of the snow off of her, "DOn't let it melt on you, it'll make things worse." Angantyr comments, and helps her out of the snow. "I was here for a job recently...one that went poorly. Apparently, Evja decided to complicate my life again.." He says, shrugging, "However, that has become a moot issue."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira stares balefully at Mao for a few more seconds, but sighs and reaches up to pet the chocobo, who at least had the grace to look apologetic. Maira blinks at being patted down, blushing slightly. "It's okay, it will just...I could just--wait, what? What happened out here? What about Evja? Ugh I really hoped he would leave you alone--what do you mean its a moot issue?" she asks, looking up (way the heck up!) at Angantyr, her eyes widening.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "He started a fight down in the mines. I let him come with us, and right as we found the heartless threat, he started a fight with me." Angantyr says, "I think purposely, for whatever reason, but also yelled at Avira about her deal with Hades, condeming her, without even understanding what her circumstances were." "The mines suffered a cave in, and we left him there."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira raises her hands to her mouth, her eyes growing wider. Evja was either trapped in the mines or dead? No...not trapped, he'd be able to get out, she's sure...but... He'd picked the fight? He'd insulted Avira? Maira isn't sure what emotion to deal with first. There is anger, both for what Evja did by attacking her friends and for the way Angantyr told her about this. Is that anyway to tell someone their friend might be dead? The air grows quite heated, but rather than burst into flame, she aims her hand toward the snowbank and releases a fireball, melting it in seconds. "I don't understand...I don't....get it. Evja has been nice to me. He seemed...understanding, and he knows you and Avira are my friends..."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi is sticking around Narshe for the moment to get a feel for the land and make sure the Heartless aren't stirring up trouble immediately again. She is curious about that red haired lady and that Mist and whatnot. But what she finds is not Kuja, but Angantyr and Maira! In the snow! She approaches the two of them, her commonly deadpan expression on her face. Or at least that's how it starts, sensing heat, she suddenly stops short, and quirks her head to the side curiously. "Maira, The Network offers by way of greeting."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr shrugs, "If he DID make it out...don't trust that judge." Angantyr shrugs, "He's only out for himself, and his own interests." he grunts. And then Emi shows up! "Oh hey...Emi?" That had to be it. "Sorry I didn't get back to help in time, I hear there was more to the situation. It took me some time to find my bearings once I cooridored out. By the time I showed back up, the fun was over." he shrugs, "You okay?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira looks over as she hears Emi's greeting, smiling lightly in greeting. "Oh, hey Emi, how are you?" she says, her greeting less enthusiastic than usual due to, well, STUFF. Maira looks back to Angan, frowning. "I...It can't be that simple, can it? Evja defended me when--when /he/ came. Why would he do that if he's only out for himself? I'm angry that he said those things--and attacked you, but it doesn't make sense...." she replies. Maira wants to believe the best about people. She doesn't want to think she's been manipulated. Maira looks between Angan and Emi. "Are you both okay? Do you need cure spells?"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi tilts her head up at Angantyr. She breathes out a sigh. Of course it's about Evja. She nods slowly. "The Network is in a functional state. It turns out the mission was a trap, unfortunately, so we did not get paid." She clucks her tongue in irritation before shoving her hands in her pockets. "But about that, Ang. This one understands the offense he had given, but letting him bait you--it nearly got us killed. Please be more cautious in the future even if 'fighting words' are utilized, fighting words--The Network clarifies the legal term in which words spoken of such vileness that violence is deemed an appropriate and just response." She may be sympathetic, but that really wasn't a great time to start a fight! Actually it may HAVE gotten Evja killed but Emi hasn't heard or seen of him since that fight. PResumably a dig crew is dealing with the rubble. She shakes her head at Maira. "This one is alright, we had time to rest....are you? Okay, that is, The Network clarifies."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Fine, Maira." Angantyr nods, "It's been a while, and I didn't even get hurt." Angantyr says. Luckily for him. He takes a breath, "No. Not when it comes to Gabranth. Never that man." he says, he looks visibly angry. "I will NOT let anyone say such words about /that man/." Yeah, that's a hot topic for Angantyr, but he stops himself, "In the future, he's not coming with me...assuming she's even alive." Angantyr says, "Small favors." he mutters. "Reguardless. Another trap huh. I wonder if it was just in general, or a specific one."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira raises a brow as Emi speaks about the situation with Evja. Ah, so Evja had provoked Angantyr huh? The viera had to know the strength of the fire that was Angan's temper. As the conversation continues, it begins to make more sense. Oh dear... Maira turns a sympathetic gaze toward Angan, knowing at least in part why Gabranth is such a blood-pressure raising subject. Evja had to have been goading him! But why? "Another trap? There have been more? What's going on?" she asks, frowning gently as Mao leans down to headbutt her gently with affection before peering at Emi. Mao tilts his head. "Wark?"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi gives Angantyr a look that is so nonplussed that it is actually subtraction. She's unimpressed. "You are better than that." She says ultimately, before nodding to Maira. "It seems to have been a King Bomb that set the whole thing up. Mm, it was pretty suspicious--I thought something was odd with that dwarf, but it could have been any number of things. One shouldn't jump to conclusions, though The Network admits it would ahve been helpful to in this instance."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr grunts, "Enough to be noticable lately. It is becoming annoying. At this rate, I'd be better off just running through caves and hope the Gil I get off monster covers the supplies to actually run through it." Angantyr shakes his head. "Don't give me that look. If it were YOUR home, you'd be in my shoes."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Well, despite an explanation from Emi, Maira /still/ looks pretty confused. Angantyr's comments about money are pretty straight forward though. "Business hasn't been good, huh?" she asks. All the snow has now melted and she's soaked through, though she doesn't appear to be cold. Maira sighs. Should she look for Evja? She's so confused. Why do people have to be so /difficult/? Maira reaches into her pack to pull out a bit of water to drink, getting some greens for Mao as well. "Maybe we should go inside or something? Or get moving? I know you said you wanted to get out of here--Oh...oh and Angan I wanted to ask you...you didn't tell me about your meeting with the Dark Knight. And have you seen Avira? Did she tell you we met him again?"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "The Network's home was taken by the darkness, most sisters within the Network are deceased. Nevertheless, we are not asking you to 'get over it', simply to not endanger us and your friends in the process of you settling your grievances." Emi does not enjoy playing the 'lets see whose trauma is bigger' game because, really, she figures she's taken it pretty well all things considered, but she ain't keen on being collateral damage. Dark Knight? 'The' Dark Knight? Is that a capital T, or a lower case t, she wonders.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr grunts. He is non-commital on anything farther reguarding the subject. "We drove him off. He was...similar to me. He pulls on this stuff as well as I can, and worse, is /perfectly/ controled. It is...troubling." he admits, "We barely managed to drive him off...myself, Ramza, and his allies." Angantyr pauses, and he glares at Maira, "Why would you do that without me? You two could have been in /serious/ danger!" Angantyr growls. "That was dumb."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira bristles. "It was not DUMB we were not /looking/ for him, he just showed up! He didn't...he didn't even attack us," she replies. "Don't look at me like that Angantyr," she grumbles. She didn't go looking for him! Maybe she was hoping she'd find him but...ugh. Still so many questions unanswered.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Could you start with the top?" Emi asks. "Regarding this dark knight, The Network isn't sure what is being referred to here. There are a lot of dark knights."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "There is a...new one. Powerful, stronger than possibly even I am." Angantyr admits, "I don't know his name, he just called himself the Dark Knight." He says, and shrugs. "He seems to attack those with light in their heart. He even claimed I did." Angantyr shrugs, "I am not sure what the deal is..." he says and looks at Maira, "You should have called me!" he sighs, "He's dangerous, and your lives could have been in danger!"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira looks sheepish, her gaze moving back to Emi. "Oh, I'm sorry Emi. There's been this dark knight and he's been going around...testing people...he hasn't given a name, even when I asked. Repeatedly. I first met him on the beach in Traverse. He just...walked up and said he had to 'test my light'. Lucky for me, other people were around...Katyna, Evja, and Minerva...they defended me and we fought him. He is /very/ powerful. He doesn't...he doesn't seem to feel pain," she explains. "But what was really strange was that when I asked him to stop--he did. He stopped attacking and he just left, saying he'd find me again and...yeah. He did. In Fynn. Avira and I were checking out the bulletins to look for jobs and he was just....there. He didn't attack us though. Actually, he just...offered my things," she goes on, her brow furrowed, clearly puzzled. "Said he would promise not to hurt me but he couldn't promise not to hurt my friends so...well I couldn't take that." Maira looks back to Angantry then, flushing. "Call you? Call you HOW? You're not on our radio...are you? I mean I guess Avira probably knows how to contact you--and besides, if you were there maybe he would have attacked." "....and you do have light," she grumbles, looking down at the snow.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi nods, accepting this information, and once she has this information she says, "I should go. If The Network finds any information regarding the Dark Knight, we will inform you, Maira." She bobs her head once before turning to head back to the inn, a faintly sour expression on her face.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "Oh, thank you..." she replies to Emi, then watches her walk away with some confusion. Uuuuh...should they follow?

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr shrugs... Angantyr moves to follow...screw this cold. "I have a phone, you call it, I gave you my number." Angantyr says, frustraited.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "You did?" she asks, pulling out her phone and scrolling through her contacts, pursing her lips in confusion. "Oh...I guess I do..." she admits, flushing a deep shade of red. She looks up at him then, frowning. "I'm sorry...I just didn't think of it. I don't know if its something about the darkness but it just seems to fog up my mind." Maira looks to her side, then rolls her eyes. "Uist would like me to inform you that he is angry with me as well. Ugh."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "He is a smart guy." Angantyr comments, "To be worried about his friend."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi sssssssloooooooowly looks over her shoulder. Th...they're following?! But that defeats the whole point of the sourly walking away event! She sighs and slowly facepalms.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Sigh! "I'm sorry...are you just going to keep being mad at me? I'll call you next time, okay? I'm alright, you see? It's Avira you should worry about..."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "No nobody is angry, now stop talking and let the fade come." Angantyr says, "Emi is starting to get annoyed I think."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "What's the fa--" Emi begins. When suddenly the scene fades to black.

Narshee Aftermath

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:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr walks out of the cold into the Inn he was sure Avira was staying at. He'd left earlier in the morning, wanting to see if he could at least get SOMETHING... Sadly, nothing but dead animals, and a few fetch quests. Siiigh. This place really does suck, he thinks, and takes his cloak off, shaking the snow off of it as it starts to instantly melt. Angantyr was sick of the cold weather, and if not for his conversation that was going to happen with Avira, he'd taken his corridor the hell out of here. He approaches the bar, "A meal and something strong to drink." he says, and moves to sit at a table. Running his hands over his helmet, to take it off and drop it on the table. He'd been a little bit without shaving, and his hair had grown out a bit. He sets out a map...hmm...he could go back towards Vector, and check out the military contracts there...

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira had slept in. The fights had not gone well for her in any presented form, from getting half of her clothing burned off in an explosion to to really being able to effectively hit anything. Add to that words imparted by a certain viera judge and the fact that this entire mission had been a gigantic trap for unsuspecting "heroes," Avira did not have a good weekend. She hasn't left the inn. The elder council of Narshe still wanted to question her about last night's events, which was, frankly, to be expected. Avira was in no mood for that. Angantyr is waiting around for a little while before Avira makes her appearance. For the sake of decency, the townsfolk had given her new clothing to wear. Why, she's even been given a new cloak. She scans the place briefly, immediately picking out Angantyr, and approaches without hesitation. She drags a chair over to the table, sits in it, and rests her head in her hands. "Hey."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Sorry I didn't get back around in time. I had to get my barings after getting out." Angantyr says, and looks Avira over, "You look thrilled." he says with a small nod, "I guess the authorties here are wanting a full understanding of what transpired." he guesses, but well... "You alright? I mean, Bunny Judge said a lot of outrageous things." Angantyr speaks, trying to get current buisness out of the way first, before moving on.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Yeah." Avira sighs, "They want to hear the whole story about how one of their own was actually a monster in disguise. That foppish guy might have had something to do with it but he wasn't talking much before he split. Except in his ridiculous theatre metaphors." There's a look of pain on her face for a few moments before she lifts her fingers to rub her eyes, "You know, Angantyr, I actually felt for that viera. I sympathized with him a little. I know how terrifying it is to have to defy the will of Hades and I could see someone not being able to muster up the courage to stand up to him. He's the freaking God of the Dead after all. But after all the stuff he said last night, I..." She sounds defeated as she admits this, "I don't really sympathize anymore. He made me so /mad/, Angantyr. The only other time I've gotten that angry was when I thought Maira had been killed."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "She thinks himself a hero, but in truth she was nothing but a coward using the law as a shield for her own failings. She made her mistakes, and now she is paying for them...and will probably be having their second meeting with Hades." Angantyr shrugs, "More than she deserves, I think. From what I gathered, all Evja could do was blame others for her own failings...and deny their own wrongdoing." Angantyr shakes his head, "Such weakness is disgusting. What makes it worse, is they tried to drag you on their level. I understand what you did, and why you did it. Not ONCE did you blame anyone else, and from what I have seen you've done everything to make things right. Don't let the fluffy bunny trouble you." Angantyr rolls the map up, "The world will not mourn her passing." and with that, "So, about more important things..." he pauses, "You didn't deserve my lashing." he pauses, "All of it anyway. Your little friends in the TDA still better be on their toes. They wronged me serverely, for the witch who enslaved you." he pauses, "They do not understand the /rage/ Garland is in over her. And that man /never/ gets angry."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Though she does notice the switching gender pronouns, Avira doesn't bother trying to correct them, all charity for this viera out of her mind in this moment of weakness. "Maybe so. If only he had come to us offering her help, maybe she wouldn't have needed to make that deal with Hades in the first place." Viera aren't exactly known for 'playing well with others' though from what Avira has experienced. "It's...that...well, it's related to the lashing too. I owe you an explanation of this whole mess, Morrighan's nonsense aside." She looks up at Angantyr, "I just want to preface this with a disclaimer that I was -never- aware of my so-called position as a Princess of Heart. I still regard that with disbelief since...well, you and I both encountered Jasmine and experienced the light in her Heart..." she pulls her head out of her hands and starts to figit her fingers together, "My light was nothing like that..a...anyway." She looks to Angantyr. "This starts shortly after we both too the cure given to us by LEXUS. While the cure had removed the darkness that was tearing me apart on the inside, it didn't remove the mutation. I had hoped it was just working slowly to fade away but nothing was happening." Avira looks away from him. "I was not...happy with the thought of looking like a beast for the rest of my life. Especially after what you did for me to get a cure. Hades sensed this distress and offered the contract. I'd get to be human again, I'd do some work for him on the side."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr listens, "I see." He says about the Princess of Heart thing, "No, it is something you may not have known...or possibly didn't believe. You weren't very persued by the heartless...but it makes sense about the Shadow Lords and their interest in you. But hinesight.." he shrugs it off. "And I understand. I just wish you'd been honest with it, it'd have made things...I don't know..." he shrugs, "Easier?" he sighs, "It's only human though..." "So basicly, human now, beast when he needs you...and never expecting that he was playing you the only time.."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "That's right. Maybe he knew what I was. That's not all though...I managed to get an escape clause written into the contract." she looks embarassed. "The deal would be off and I'd be human forever if I received true love's kiss as a mutate." Setting up a preview for what happened later, clearly, "Apparently there was a geas of some kind preventing me from just outright admitting that escape clause to anyone." She waves a hand, "And before Hades the Shadow Lords had not been all that interested in me, period!" She looks down at the table and pokes her fingers at it, idly wishing she had a drink. "So Hades showed up when we'd finally gathered up just about all the World Shards needed to remake Manhattan. He exposed the deal in front of everyone and forcibly changed me back into a mutate. Now here's, as an aside, where the Judgebunny gets involved again. Apparently he'd made some deal with Hades to get into the Hades Cup tournament in exchange for a favor. This favor was to kill Mercade. Hades called that favor at that moment and all hell broke loose. I had to attack my friends. Hades let on I was the Princess and I fled." There's a haunted look on her face. "Merlin told us a while ago that if the Princess of Heart of a fallen world falls, that world is gone for good. You more or less know the rest up until when I was taken to the Underworld." She frowns, "....Morrighan helped the Shadow Lords drag me there. Maybe it was some kind of gesture to get on their good side again. Sounds like it didn't help."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr shakes his head, "Not with Garland in their number still. He is old and powerful, and highly reguarded as far as I known in the Shadow Lords. Though he has mostly kept me out of the loop in reguards to them. I know who they are, where they operate from...just not where it is. Even if I did, I wouldn't try to go there without him. That'd be suicide." he comments, and listens. "Yes, I heard most of this, more or less. Though it clears up a few holes I had of the previous telling...or I guess retelling of it." Angantyr muses to himself. "So I am guessing Mercade kissed you."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Yes." Avira says, "Mercade broke the contract. Of course, immediately afterwards, Hades tried to kill me. 'Snuff the light of Manhattan' he said. We got out of there thanks to the magic of your least favorite wizard TDA member." Meaning Isaac, of course, who was responsible for Morrighan escaping to TDA care. "After that we had to start putting out false rumors and keeping me hidden so the Shadow Lords wouldn't catch me again. That...that was the time...I really should have called you and told you what happened." she sighs, though she had admitted this last time when Angantyr lashed out at her. "Though there's...more." Avira takes a breath and starts fiddling with her fingers again. "We got to Manhattan...it was horrible, all dark and filled with Heartless. We went to where the World Heart was before and...at that point, I just knew we had to rekindle the light. So I got Sora to use his keyblade to unlock the light in my Heart and that light became the new World Heart-or at least its start. I remember feeling other lights coming together...they were familiar at first, people I knew, but soon it became millions. The next I knew I saw myself before a large set of doors. The doors were open and beyond it was...bright. So beautiful. I wanted to go to it but...I started to hear voices." She looks up at him, a smile on her face, "One of those voices was you. I knew I couldn't go in the doors and turned away. I found myself left in a void of nothingness. I had no body, nothing to feel, just more voices of people I knew. Isaac later took me out of that place and I woke up. Apparently I'd spent three days unconscious." She looks sheepish. "So if I seem...weaker than before..."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr listens...it is not humoringly, it is genuine interest. "Hm." is all he says initially. It is a tale for the ages, that is for sure...but. He leans back, finishing his meal and drink, and calls for another, two infact. The second might be for Avira, but he seems pretty hungry tonight. Finally, he says something, "I'll escuse him then, this once." In reguards to Isaac. "Should he wrong me again, he will not find me so forgiving." And that is all of the warning he will get. "As for the rest...I have no idea what to say, or think. It sounds...like an advanture, and it's good you are safe. As for weaker? Nah, I say you're stronger for the experience. I think you know what you want, and you should stay on your path. If going into the underworld like he did was not enough, then I fear you are too picky, even for my tastes." he laughs. "You are one of my few friends, and if you haven't noticed, I don't keep very many of them. For good reason, I add, but I would rather keep you as that, then lose you over something as silly as jealousy. I'm not a jealous man, never have been never will. Just tell Mercade that if he breaks your heart, I'll break his face." And he finishes the rest of his drink, "This leads us to one more...complication."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira eyes that second drink of Angantyr's for a long moment. After reliving all that again, she wanted a drink. An adventure? Yes. Though in spite of her "station," she felt she'd been much less than heroic through the whole venture, which would only lead to more outbursts such as Evja's. Where the only times she'd get referred to as 'Princess' would be with derision. Being quite hungry herself, Avira waves a tender over and puts in an order for her own food. "If it weren't for you, Angantyr, teaching me those few days after Clan Dagda found me in the wilderness, I wouldn't be where I am today. You were my first friend in this messed up new world." she looks to him with a smile. "Hah, I'll tell Mercade that." One more complication? "/Which/ complication?" Avira asks in a dry tone.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Maira." Angantyr says, "Okay, I pretended to not notice...because that would be extremely complicated...but well, lets be honest here, she's as subtle about her feelings as a freight train." Angantyr says, "Which is saying something, coming from me." Angantyr makes a motion towards the Bartender, "On me." he says, indicating that he'll be paying for it. Why? Because Ang is feeling nice today. He burried Evja deep in a cave. "Yeah, well, I couldn't just yet a young girl who hadn't seen a monster before and had no idea how to use a sword loose on the world. I gave you the tools, you got here on your own. So don't count out your own merit either."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Ah yes, that one." For a moment Avira thought the subject of Katyna was going to come up again-and honestly, she's pretty glad it doesn't right now. Just thinking about that whole mess made her upset all over again and it wouldn't put Angantyr in that much a better mood either. "Yeah, frankly, I noticed a while ago too. She always seem awful interested in my feelings towards you when the topic of guys came up. I figured it was only natural since you were her knight in shining armor that one time when Kaydin was being a jerk to her." Knowing what she does of Maira, she'd be pretty succeptible to forming a crush under those circumstances. "Honestly, though, it's your choice. And I'm pretty sure at this point Ivo might have taken his predations elsewhere since I haven't heard from him in a while." She pauses, "...not gonna lie, though, I will miss you hitting on me." For the first time in a while, she smiles proudly, crossing her arms over her chest. "Oh, I'm not counting myself out at all. I made the decision to take a new, /kickass/ direction in my life, and I think I'm well on my way to Valhalla...no..Kickassalla? Hmm....Kickassia? Let's go with Kickassia."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr laughs...it is long and loud. The drinks arrive, and he holds it up, "To Kickassia then." He says, and downs it. "And as fun as it was, I'll be good about that stuff...unless I think a certain detective needs a kick in the pants so to speak." He considers the Maira situation a bit more, "I dunno, I don't exactly romance the easiest. It took a while for my feelings for you to come out. I like her, well enough." he shrugs, "I think it's a bit soon still." He considers, "Oh yeah, Kaydin. That is when I first met her...well, actually got to know her. Maybe that good for nothing Dark KNight accidently did something /right/ for once!" he laughs. "Ivo was huh? Hm." that isn't a good hm.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "To Kickassia!" Avira says a little too enthusiastically as she too lifts her glass. Yeah, she's really liking this word. She'll save it for later. Evenly, she nods, unable to prevent herself from blushing just a little. She might have been the first-she does recall asking him about that and hearing that, well, he had a few people to warm his bed. Actual courting and the like he never participated in. "You might want to tell her, because from my vantage point I see her jumping all over you in the wake of Mercade getting his act together." She starts to dig into her food as he reminisces on the Kaydin incident, pausing to add, "Yeah, Ivo. Though...it was nice of him to make that fireproof outfit for her. You probably don't remember it but before that, Maira's magic was so out of control that it kept burning up her clothing whenever she fought. She's vastly improved since then."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Little bit. There are still...accidents." Angantyr takes a drink, "Well, I guess the guy can do nice things once in a while...though I suspect his intentions." he shakes his head. "Anyway, I'll think about it." he says, with a nod... He takes a breath, "So...we're cool, right?" He asks.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Yeah." Avira says after a moment, looking up from her food. That wariness he noticed radiating in his direction from her yesterday is gone. In fact, it seems like a great weight has been lifted off her shoulders. "Just in time too." she teases, "'cause I really need to get back to training."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Oh I see how it is. All I am good for is training it seems. And to look great shirtless." Angantyr teases, "Oh and kill annoying things." He laughs. "Well, that's good, in all honesty. It's good to have that behind us." he pauses, "And for the love of god, if you get kidnapped again, you are saving yourself."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Nooooo...you're also handy on a ship too." Avira adds with a wink. Then Angantyr brings up the whole kidnapping thing and she gets kind of huffy. "FINE THEN, if it actually happens again, I /will/!" she bangs a hand on the table, making their plates of food bounce. "Honestly though, I think that last response in regards to the Underworld will be a pretty good deterrant." Except for, maybe, Morrighan who is the honey badger of dark elves.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Morrighan just don't give a <GOOSEHONK>. Angantyr grins, "Yeah. I like to think I am decent at sailing. If I ever give up on my plans, I might just do that." Fat chance. "Yeah...yeah. Your friends got some noteriety...for good or ill there Avira."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Hey random question." Since sailing did come up and Avira is reminded based on past conversations. "Would you be a first mate for someone if you had the opportunity?" She smirks. "Noteriety is good. Keeps the work coming!"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr considers this for a while, "I'd think about it. It'd be a seriously tempting offer. As long as I was given freedom to persue my own agenda..." Angantyr says, "I am still serious about Arcadia." After some time, he speaks on the other subject, "Yes, but too much is a dangerous thing. You start becoming targets too...and old grudges die slowly. Very slowly."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "You are." Avira nods, "I can tell. Anyway, just curious." She won't go into her plans to construct an airship since success was still so far off. It's not like Angantyr is unaware of Avira's interest in airships. She actually thinks that the other subject is abandoned until he unexpectedly brings it up again. "Hmmm. Yeah...I see your point with that."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "There is a fine line. Gota walk it carefully..." he says, "And sometimes you just get into the wrong place at the wrong time.." Like him. "Yeah.." he says after a moment, "I am going to come to some resolution about that...one way or the other."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Sometimes, Angantyr, I think you want to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Because it usually ends up with a fight." Avira observes, peeking up at him. "Your resolution.." More curiosity, "Do you think you've gotten any closer to your goal, Angantyr?"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "No. Not by a long shot. To destroy Arcadia, I need an army...a power that can at least strike at them and put fear into their hearts...even diminished as they are, they are still powerful." "Such a power is likely not to come cheeply. Or easily."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "They are still powerful. Their capital city is still out there, though I've never visited it. I sort of don't want to." Avira notes, looking distantly at her now empty plate. She'd practically inhaled her food since she spent most of her day lying in bed recovering. "Just don't give up your heart or soul for it." Avira murmurs.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr looks at her for a long time. "I shall strive to keep both right as they are. Such as they are and dredged in darkness." He shrugs, not being hard on himself, but matter of factly. "I imagine it's very...Arcadian." he says, shaking his head.

Riku was not lost, he was just underground so far he was in Arcadia

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|Date of Scene=2013/03/22
|Location=Archades - Upper
|Synopsis=Will was out searching for Riku, and found him in an unexpected place. Then stole his food.
|Cast of Characters=Will Sherman, Riku
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' The city of Archades, bustling with activity at this point in the morning is a lot of stone, metal and interpersed trees. There's also the constant traffic of flying cars zooming through the gaping cavernous spaces inbetween the tall, tiered buildings laved with skybridges. A number of high class people and establishments cluster around upper Archades but Riku takes no notice of them. He sits at a small table, relatively isolated from the rest of the people moving around him, the smell of grilling meats and sauces rising from the relatively small outdoor grill. He has a small stack of sandwiches to one side, taking a small bite from one as he shifts it from the table to his hands. He takes in a small breath and lets it out, eyes staring past the surface of the table.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' So Will enjoyed St. Patties day, waited for Avira to stop being a sleepy head...observed Sora and Imi's first date (okay it was still St. Patties day) and then, getting sick of Riku being all 'I AM NOT HERE' has decided that he's going to find Riku. Typically, this would be completely retarded because well...Corridors, but sometimes you /just/ get lucky. Will's entire life, every time he gets into places he's not supposed to be at...or finding them, especially if they don't want to be found, is like this. Ironically, it also works in reverse. He can't remember the number of times he's been found when he needed it the most...but didn't want it. Double edged sword, right? So the Hobo Lad has found his way to the high class Arcadia, Will watches...this isn't completely new to him...they have differently advanced tech than Manhattan...Manhattan still relying on cars, but you know, lasers. Will watches, interestedly as he walks off a lift and wonders the streets. Despite it being high class, it was still home. The streets, that is, as he happens by the small outdoor grill... Mmmm...that smells amazing. Riku gets the initive, Will is distracted by delicious delicious food!

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' A wild Will Sherman appears. Command? Riku snorts faintly as he picks Hobo Lad out of the crowd. (Which, come on, isn't very hard in Upper Archades) there is a flicker of great unease that is squashed by a much greater smear of amused annoyance. This, being the usual base opinion of Will, brings a slightly grit teeth sigh out of the teenager. "Hey!" he calls out to them from where he sits, waiting until they already have some food so there may be a chance that he'll be heard. He waves Will over to the table, snorting faintly as he takes another bite from his sandwich.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will's eyes snap over to Riku. It's hard to say exactly how, but there is a definate change in how he...feels? He walks, towards Riku and immediately sits down without even asking, because OBVIOUSLY he was okay to sit if called over, and looks up at Riku, elbows on the table. "You know, the disappearing anti-hero trick is a bit overplayed. I was worried about you, you know? A lot of stuff happened, and I was concerned. Also...well, a lot of stuff happened." Will says, with a small smile...he was actually happy to see Riku. even given the circumstances. "...Though odd place to find you. I haven't had a chance to come here and wonder around yet." he says with a nod. He pauses, keeping up beat, but not super up beat like normal. "So...are you okay? The last time we were in a resturant together...I sorta lashed out at ya...sorry. It wasn't...entirely...your fault. I've been unfairly paranoid about everything for a while...it wasn't just you. I think you were right to yell at me those months ago...I just sort of ignored reality, ignored myself. And...it bit us. So I know it ain't gona mean much, but I am sorry. You had to go through that, alone, because I was too afraid."

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' Riku laughs softly. He closes one eye, shaking his head. "Will.." he puts a hand through his hair, leaning his face on one hand. He still looks slightly drawn around the edges, but his internal darkness is strangely becalmed where Will has always seen it as agitated and close to the surface. "..I tried to hold off like, a million heartless. I just woke up a day or two ago and then I wasn't very good company." he listens to what Will has to say and when he runs out of things to say, he takes another bite of his sandwich to prolong the silence a little more. "It's okay Will." he pauses, and then says softly. "..what are friends for, anyways." he takes another bite of the sandwich. "..You alright? I.. can't say I understand, but.. you seem better."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will nods, slowly. "I see...could you not do that again? The million heartless thing?" Will says, still with that calm smile, "It was dumb, and your dumb for doing it..." he says, shaking his head. "No more heroics. Not when it comes to your heart like that, okay?" Will sighs...he' apprecitive...but well, Riku's going to get killed or worse at this rate. "Yeah. I am. And it's not alright." he says, rubbing the back of his head, "I know I can't take he blame for all of Manhattan...nor can you," He says, calmly. "And...yeah. I think I know myself better now than ever. I still am more or less the same, but...it's almost like waking up from a dream I didn't know I was sleeping in. It's good to be awake." He pauses... "So Sora apparently went on his first date."

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' Riku was half way through that sandwich, Will. He actually liked that sandwich, and now he is trying to breathe it. The teenager splutters and coughs "What?" trying to laugh, breathe sandwich and look completely exasperated at the same time. He continues to cough and choke, bringing up an arm and pressing it to his face as he tries to get air into his lungs instead of roasted meat and slightly garlicy spiced bread. He makes a futile gesture of 'go on' as he continues to cough.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will grins at Riku, who he is happy is wanting to keep the topic away from THE SERIOUS. He might have grown up, but...maybe that should probably stay in the past for now. "With Imi, who apparently gave him his first kiss. It was kinda adorable, in a dorky sort of way. Adorkable. I didn't pay too much attention to it, because...Saint Patties day. And with Manhattan being back, I did celibrate my tricentenial <GOOSEHONK> off. Perci apparently was watching closely..." he shrugs, "He's got this knight in shining armor thing going on, when he's not being suicidal." again, a shrug. "I think it went well. Though I dunno if it'll last. The sisters are..." he sighs, "I like them, they are all my friends, but...They aren't strictly human, and they are very in touch with that. I hope they can find their humanity someday, maybe Sora will help them find it." Will's features are a bit sad, "The nature of things, right? Well...so what are you doing up here? You didn't become a judge or anything?" he laughs.

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' Riku eventually gets control of his lungs again, although they keep trying to spasm along with his ribs as certain parts of the conversation keep poking him in the 'my god, what reality IS this' button. He looks guilty, then offended, then almost heartbroken in quick succession that he quickly shoos away because he himself has.. had had way too much of the SERIOUS juice, even for himself. "Yeah.." he coughs, his voice slightly hoarse. "That sounds like something he'd stumble into." he snorts, adding. "At /random/" to this like the final straw onto the back of a slightly irate camel. He sighs, trying to keep the smile off his face as he says bluntly. "Actually that's about right." with absolutely a lack of inflection. No crowning irony here. Nooo. "I did."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will nods, "I just met the guy really, but it feels like I've known him a long time. I think you're a great story teller." Will admits, "He hasn't done anything unexpected yet, but then again...it's not like you haven't gave me a heads up." Will grins a bit, "And yeah...yeah. He's worse than Reize, I fear. In some reguards...he at least can read a map." he shrugs. Will's eyes widen as he actually hears this right. "...Are you sure that's a good idea? I have nothing against Arcadia but..." he frowns, "What about...you know who? Or is this...attempting to get allies to save.." he pauses.. "Maybe I shouldn't say anything more here. Just...be careful with this sort of thing, alright? Cir-er, Judge Constantine is a friend of mine, alright?" Will frowns...this is suddenly complicated, "I'm still in your corner, even if you kinda think I'm a monster or whatever, and I don't blame you if you think that...but yeah." he scratches the side of his head, "I just wana make sure you thought this all the way through.." he pauses, "You DO tend to take everything on yourself." he pauses again, wait, this is a similar trait...

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' Riku is staring at Will, raising an eyebrow slightly in a 'Do you realize what you are saying' sort of way that points the big red arrow right back around at Will and uses blinky lights. "I can.. think of one or two people who share that trait." he sighs, and decides to just plow through the questions one at a time. Look at that, Riku actually giving semi-straight answers to questions. The world must be mad. "Look. The only experience I ever had with..uh.." he gestures to Will. "Loki is.. really, really wanting to punch them in the face. And before that. Just... one, long, terrible.. noise, that I won't even dignify as screaming. I.." he takes another bite of his sandwich and shakes his head. "I.. don't know how, or why this is different now, but you think it is so.. I'll trust you. I guess." He takes in a deep, steadying breath and continues. "As to everything else. I'll.. burn that bridge when I come to it." he smirks. "Besides, when do I ever think things through all the way? I'll keep an eye out, though, just in case. But.." he sighs and chuckles, admitting blandly. "I've got to belong somewhere. Might as well be here."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will slowly frowns... He punches the lights away! :| "...Loki's situation is...unique. And I am partially responsible for. He's not going to make escuses...because he just ain't. It's...different because I have perpective. Maybe it's dangerous, but now I understand myself and the entity inside me. I'm not trying to make escuses...it just IS really hard to explain. I mean, trying to explain it to you is like a Bear telling a shark it's knee's hurt." "But I appreciate your trust." he scratches the back of his head. He...he can understand Riku. "I getcha. I really do...everyone wants to belong somewhere. Even me. Just make sure it's what is best for you...and them. I guess that is something that only you yourself can known and understand." Will says, "Oi...kid you really makin' this complicated. ...Then again, I guess I can't throw stones." Will takes a breath, "Be careful, alright? I know you think differently, but a army is no place for someone so young." he says, "And I do get to say that, because back...no actually, the young got into the army too. Oi..."

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' Riku just starts to laugh at this point. "/I'm/ the one making this complicated? Your the one tying your tongue in knots, Will." There is another moment of fear, but it's more muted now. He's decided to trust Will and so he tries to keep it off his face. "..and thank you. For trying to help me understand. For.." he pauses and then just shrugs. "..For being a friend, I guess. I'll try to be careful." he snorts. "But I have to ask. Whose Percival? Did you rope even more semi heroic schmucks into the TDA?

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will nods, "Okay, I admit to helping with the complications. I am not innocent in complication-ville. We're both residence in complication-ville, and commute together in the salt mines of Serious-juice." Will tries to grin, and manages something of a smile. "Thanks to you too. If nothing else, you're someone else who really understands me...you and Emi. The others really don't...they know something is deeper, but...they really don't get it. I can't blame them." he shrugs, it's not bitter. Lonely, but not bitter. "He's a gargoyle from a oversea's clan. He was sent over for some reason, and he's signed on with the TDA to restore Manhattan...but I guess he's going to stick with us until his part of our world is back. He's a bit of a...derp. He's got issues too, pretty hard ones, and thought Vampires weren't a real thing." he rolls his eyes, "Seriously, what a noob for a supernatural creature."

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' Riku chuckles. "..I think being somewhat of a derp on some level is a membership requirement, Will." he chuckles. "..and uh. Vampires?" he raises an eyebrow. "Really?" he then thinks about this and shrugs, adding that onto the pile of 'things I really don't want to even consider right now'

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Being old sucks, Riku. You'll understand this someday...maybe. Will hopes, beyond hope that he does. "Hey...not true. Max, Mercade, and Celina are totes not derps." Will says, "And I am only a derp when it comes to actually doing myself favors." he pauses, "Yeah, I've become more self aware. Perspective, it's dangerous." he smiles. "Yeah...uh, Perci was asked to guard a priest of the Glabados, by Faruja. Some of the rat people attacked it, because she apparently used to be affiliated with Alexandria, and they knew what she was...well.." he shighs, "She bit one of them before Perci took her down. Then he burried the bitten Bermeccian." he shakes his head, "So...yeah."

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' This conversation, as always, seems to veer wildly through Crazy town and make frequent stops for food. Thankfully, this means Riku gets to finish his sandwiches before replying although most of this is a Swirly eyed 'eh huh?' that he doesn't remark on immediately. "Perspective." he snorts. "..it is indeed and dangerous thing. And no. /everybody/ in the TDA. Everybody." he sighs as if.. yeah. Not even sure where to take this now. "That sounds.. pretty nasty, actually."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "Yeah...so now we got another vampire on the loose who probably has it out for Perci...which means by extention us." Will sighs, And he also gives Riku a sigh, alright kid...alright. He gives Riku a sideways glance, "No less self aware than you are. Again, Riku, I've said it before...you're extremely mature for your age." He considers.. "So...yeah." he says, and nabs a sandwich. Nomnomnom. "Have you talked to Max yet?"

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' Riku grimaces. "Yes but I can't give him his asking price any more than I could mine for.. I don't now. Rubies on the moon." he throws up a hand in exasperation. "Or something, /somewhere/ that ought to be genuinely impossible." he shakes his head. "It's nothing I can really give." he snorts. "But yeah... I've talked to him. I'll need his help eventually... so I'll have to think of something."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will blinks, "Wait what is he asking?" Will didn't hear any of this...and now might be regretting sending Riku to him... Will's trust level of Max is still tenitive...one of the few members of the TDA who he doesn't completely trust. The darkness is... Yes, we are aware of the irony. Don't point at it too hard.

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' Riku shakes his head. "Just.. something I don't know anything about. I.. probably should keep that quiet. I don't know whether he wants me to stay quiet about it or he doesn't care. I don't know anything about them." he shrugs. "Other than I need their help. Sort of places me in a bad bargaining position. Just.. don't worry about it. It's nothing too onerous. It's just something.. I don't really have to give."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will frowns...secrets. He hated them. "Alright." he lets it go, "There is stuff I know too, but I can't tell you because I promised that I wouldn't. I guess if I want to know, I'll talk to him," he finally says. "That's good to know, I guess. I just hope he knows what he's doing." Will says, "But I guess we all have our own issues. Nothing is black and white, unless your name is Reize or Sora."

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' Riku snorts but then shrugs at the frown. Secrets are how people survive. "Let's just not get them drinking together with Ivo and the shard seekers. There at the bottom of that is the real end of the universe." he pauses, then asks. "..How's Avira? Do you know?"

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "Awake." Will says, "Awake and herself. ...Well, I think she has a weight on her shoulders now...about the Hades thing. People will forgive her, I think, but she'll carry that for awhile." he says. "She's also diminished, as far as the light goes. I think the Heartless will leave her alone for the time being, as much as they leave anything alone." Will theorizes, "I think maybe you should try and make peace. Ya know?"

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' Riku nods, looking relieved. "I'm glad she's okay. I caught up with her once, when she was already on the run. She needed a moment to sleep.. so I kept the heartless off her while she did." he smiles wanely. "I think she'll still want to beat the stuffing out of me, but I've dealt with that before."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "...Thanks for that." Will says to Riku. "I'll skip the song number today, but just know in the future I am going to sing at a relivant time. And you might punch me." Will warns ahead of time. "Maybe. Maybe not. At least you're trying. I swear, if I see Judge bunny it'll be too soon."

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' "And you will deserve it. You really will." Riku shrugs a shoulder. "And.. I've already met them. They kept the heartless off me while I was trying to do a really, really dumb thing. So Im going to try and help them if I can. I think they're trapped in a mistake and well.." Riku snorts softly. "..Not everyone gets a 3 month cruise." he chuckles faintly. "I've been meaning to talk to Mercade about that. Evja explained to me this thing he has to do, and I think I've worked my way around to a loophole. I dunno. I'll bring it up the next time I see him. I'm always such a bearer of cheerful news."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will doesn't look so convinced, "Yeah, he also tried to get me to give back the Shard of Manhattan I took from some strange creatures that stole it in the first place. Then tried to shout me down for stealing it. I mean, seriously." Will says, "Whatever, I guess being a moron isn't a crime, but if she comes after Mercade, I am going to have to hurt her." he says, a bit annoyed. "Her words in the arena didn't help things either. And then she was all demanding forgiveness instead of actually seeking it. Ugh." He throws up his hands, "Even the Elf was less frustraiting...though apparently she went right back to playing us.

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' Riku raises an eyebrow, taking in this new information. "Huh. Well.." he sighs. "At least they aren't some people I know. Some people.. are even worse than they ever thought of being." he facepalms just at the thought of the reference. He shrugs. "So, I'm guessing there is a story behind this elf?" he shakes his head, rising from the table. "..I think that'll have to wait for another time. Or.. we could talk on the way? I think I'm going to walk, this time." he snorts faintly. "Maybe I can show you a little of the city."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "Sure!" Will says, standing up, "I'm no enemy of Arcadia. I like to think I'm friends with Cir-er, Judge Constantine." he keeps wanting to call her something informal...but it's kinda like Will's default state. "And it's cool to get to hang with you...outside of the boat. Or running for our lives." He adds on. "Oh Morrighan? She...she's pretty sad. Alone, and refuses to let anyone near her. I can see the signs of something better...but she won't let it take root. In the end...she sold Avira off to Hades again when given the chance."

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' "Yeah. We end up doing that way too much." He rubs the back of his head, stretching as he looks out over the city. He looks sad for a moment as Will talkes about Morrighan but just shakes his head. "Yeah.. believe me.. when you shut everyone away, It's.. it's sometimes easier to stay that way. You let people in.." he chuckles in a faintly odd fashion. "..Who knows what happens then." He gestures and starts making his way through the crowd.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will frowns... "Yeah." He agrees, been there himself once. It took a very special woman to fix that. WHO YOU HAVEN'T TOLD HIM ABOUT YET.

To the Victor...

2013-03-06T00:00:53Z

Willsherman:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/03/03
|Location=Traverse Town - Coliseum
|Synopsis=Hades hands the World Shard of Wind to th Winners of the Hades cup...and NOTHING else.
|Cast of Characters=Mercade Alexander, Tifa Lockhart, Avira, Deelel, Isaac Dennou, Sora, Hades, Evja
|Tinyplot=Manhattan Restoration
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' WELCOME... To the victory Ceremony of the Hades Cup! Here, the arena is full of people, many of your adoring fans who have cheered you all on, and paid outrageous costs of food, drink, merchandise, and all that other junk. The Arena is set up special today, the actual slab where the fights happen is cleared, and a podium, large enough to hold people is set up It is set up so that it has three platforms, and under each platform is a first, second, and third number. It is obvious that people who got to the finals should be standing where they placed. Phil is standing near the microphone, tapping his hoof on the ground, waiting for the 'hero's' to show up so he can get them their medals...but where was that good for nothing Hades? He has your prize? Was he going to double cross you now?! However, it is still early, perhaps he is just waiting for JUST the right moment to show up...or another Hydra would attack!? Maybe this was all a elaborate ploy to get you all out in the open, to make one last shot at finishing the heroes off. However, between the crowds and other celebrations going on, it's hard to tell.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' The barmaid gave it her all during the tournmanent, from the race to the fighting, all in good sportmanship (or at least she hopes, noone died anyway). So of course she'd be there to see the manhattan shard be handed over. It doesn't matter who gets it in the end, as long as it's used for the right cause. And in the winner's hands, she was pretty assured too. Meanwhile, she stands around, arms crossed, as she waits for something to happen, for people to arrive... isn't there food or something to celebrate too? Or did the budget all go in the toys they sold ~_~

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade is totally here and totally partying. As part of the winning team, Mercade is present with the other memebers of No Sleep 'Til Manhattan, holding a large.... cola! That's right, Mercade isn't drinking alcohol out here. He's expecting some kind of shenanigans here, but he isn't sure what kind.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' At last! It was over! Grueling fights against friends and strangers alike that, despite not being lethal, had left Avira feeling sore for days afterwards. In fact, she was till sore from the finale. Avira's made sure to get herself some new armor and a new shield for tonight's ceremony, given that the opening ceremony was interrupted by a hydra. She also has a bag slung over her shoulder, its contents completely unknown at the moment since the bag is opaque. She's also hanging around close to Mercade. For some reason she seems a little on the nervous side.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora was sir not participating in this event. However, he's here, mostly because he does like seeing things qwrap up, plus he's, well, curious. It's part of why he gets into so much trouble, you know.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Evja was here too, actually not in armor for a change. The Viera was dressed in a long black robe with the hood down, leaning on a spear(head down, shaft pointed up and chin on the end like some large stick) next to Tifa and looking a little uncertain. Otherwise, not much of note besides the floppy turban-like cap Viera oft wore here and there in Jylland and the veil. It wasn't because of worry about Hades, actually, so much as just not being certain how to handle this kind of publicity and attention. "Maybe I should have worn my armor just to avoid the eyes..." came a soft mumble towards Tifa, the Viera standing on the second place rung.

:'''[[Isaac Dennou]] has posed:''' Isaac Hanlon is present with No Sleep Til Manhattan. Of course Isaac didn't have green hair before, nor was he quite so feminine. But that paper mask Isaac is wearing has glasses drawn on it in marker and blue fuzzy hair scribbled on it. Every so oftne Isaac says 'doo doo bgm change'. So it must be him!!!

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Phil holds his hands up! "Alright! Listen up! You're all here because that there HADES CUP," there is a cheer from the crowd, "HEY SHADDUP I AM GIVIN' A SPEECH HERE!" he yells at the crowd who still continue on. "Alright, so by the power invested in me by the Coliseum, blah blah blah, I am here to give you these medals." he says, walking to team DLC first. "Here ya go." he says, handing them the bronze. And a small sack. It has MUNNY! To Tifa and JUDGE BUNNY, they get a silver metal each, and a larger sack of munny. Slowly, Phil turns to Team No sleep. He looks at Isaac for a moment, giving him a long glance. "Seem's legit." he says after a moment. Then they are presented with the Gold, but no munny. "Now where is that good for no-" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWDkSQc_U9A PYROTECHNICS at the entrance to the arena. Hades walks through a moment later, waving at the crowd who either boos or cheers for him. With a POOF he goes from the entrance to the stage itself. "Well well well, how you'all doin', I'm Hades Lord of the Dead." he says, for those who don't know. "Well congrats on makin' millions of people entertained for your world back. Before I hand the shard over.." he hands a contract for them to sign, "This is just a little disclaimer, indicating that your likenesses can be used for merchandising and stuff, for a MODEST one percent of the cut, and the Shard." which appears in his hand. "Just business before we get on with things. I am sure you're all wanting and rearin' to get your world back, am I rite?"

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart blinks at the pyrotechnics Well NOW there's a show at least. She takes her medal with a smile, lettign Evja handle the bag of munny for the moment, since there's a team member missing anyway. She gets to watch Hades heading to Mercade with the contract. Well, nothing seems out of ordinary, mind you. Business, promotion, whatever. What does she know about it. Or about Hades for that matter. She does take a glance at Isaac though. for having punched him a few times in the match, something isn't quite right.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "Thank you very much." Evja says towards Phil with a smile, even if it's hidden by the veil he had on. Also holding the money in one hand, Evja hangs the medal up and over head around his neck and looks towards Tifa thoughtfully, following her gaze. What was she looking at? And another contract? That brought the viera's own contract with Hades to mind, suddenly curious what he would eventually ask for. No matter, one day he would make such a request known.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Isaac your hair looks very green today. Avira thinks nothing of it. Taking notice of the Judge actually takes Avira a moment since she is not currently in armor. It isn't until Evja joins the rest of Heaven's Judgement on the podium thingy that she realizes who it is. "Aha. Hey. Miss Judge." Avira slings the bag from over her shoulder and digs through it producing...some kind of piece of metal? A piece of a shield? Avira offers it to Evja. "Here. This is part of the shield you destroyed during our match." Phil starts doling out the prizes, which makes Avira frown. Didn't Hades have the shard? Where is-oh, there. Leaning over to Mercade she murmurs in her ear. "I think you should accept the Shard from him." She seems to not want to say anything to Hades. Heck, Avira's not even making eye contact with him.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora, in the audience, narrows his eyes as Hades pulls out a contract for the shard ... and promotional likenesses for future deals and such. Something isn't sitting right here, and Sora can't put his fingers on where. Where is Donald and Goofy when he needs the 'Keyblade Wielder is clueless' help.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade listens to Hades' intro theme. "Well then." Mercade says, turning as he looks to the Lord of the Dead. Hades makes his play, and Mercade narrows his eyes. "The terms of the tournament were that we got the Shard if we won. There wasn't anything there about a contract. Besides, one percent? That's extortionate." Mercade glances over to Isaac Dennou, and whispers to 'him', "That /is/ a bad deal, right?" He nods to Avira and her advice, and steps forward, folding his arms. That's right, he's holding this up in LAST-MINUTE ARBITRATION.

:'''[[Isaac Dennou]] has posed:''' Isaac Dennou thinks about what Isaac would do. He'd probably be impetuous, Emi thinks. So when Mercade asks for 'Isaac's' advice, the Dennou looks to Mercade and nods to him. "The high point for royalty rates for such a purpose as similar as this would be 17 percent." Emi says. "Of course, we likely cannot ask for that much if we were to accept an endorsement deal." She nods slowly. "That would be for someone exceptionally popular. Still, it would be above 1 percent. The toy market is generally between 5 to 15 percent typically, though if this is for a varying array of services and production lines, then different rates may be typical for different services." Royalty rates are pretty complicated.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is here for the medalss it has been interesting to see how users conduct the Games to be sure it had more in comon than she'd expected still it's been a hell of a tournment now she's had time to cool off, right? So she gets her medal and is respectful about it.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' "Fifteen percent? Who do you think you are, Jerkules? You wish you Junior Heroes could get that much." Hades says, dismissively. "Pretty hard though, little man, negotiating when I have your shard in my hand. Alright, so four percent." Hades counter offers, cracking his knuckles. He looks towards Avira, giving a small smile. Oh yeah, she knows. He also considers Judge bunny, well, that was still something else he could use later, no need to break it out here, after all! "So you get four percent. That's a steal, most new stars aren't even going to get that for their first gig, and think about it like this, as the winners of the Hades cup, in the next one you don't have to fight until the last match. You're the champs. That's worth a few free drinks."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart isn't sure she likes where this is going right now... Shouldn't be negociating for something that they fought so hard to get. She keeps her arms crossed, looking at Evja "Maybe you should have worn your armor... i got the feeling its gonna get rowdy if this keeps up...

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' When Avira speaks towards him, Evja looks towards her and gives a little nod, polite enough in his view. "Hello." since he didn't really know her name. When the shield bit was offered, however, the Viera looked rather confused. Standing upright and hanging the bag of munny around the tip of his spear, he reached a hand out to take it and looked at it before offering, "Evja... my name. And why are you offering me this? Did you desire me to pay for the repair? If such, I imagine it could wait until..." Bargaining. :| "...after the event. I do believe Lord Hades is going to give the shard either way. He seems an honorable God after all, one inclined to contracts. And the prize of the tournament was the shard. So this... bargaining over munny is a bit petty. This was for the charity of a world after all." a pause, "So, Lord Hades, how about you offer ten percent to charity and they receive nothing and call it a deal? Charity of their choice."

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' "Are you saying you're not going to hand it over unless we sign?" Mercade says. "Wouldn't that be going back on your word? You promised the Shard to us if we won." Mercade seems focused on trying to get out of this fairly innocuous (as far as horrible underworld lords go) trap. There's worse things than being ruthlessly exploited and merchandised, right? ... Right?

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira nudges Mercade again and whispers something in his ear, "Ten, tell him ten." Evja seems confused about the offer of the shield piece. "My name's Avira. No, I don't want to be paid or anything, I'm giving you the piece because I thought you might want to have a souvenir from our fight." She turns around so her back is to Evja and so she can see the brand new buckler sheld held there. "I've already replaced my shield. It's alright, I go through gear pretty frequently."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is looking at the price neogations and isn't sure for which team it is but she's not going to complain any stream of income would be useful to her. She's got things to deal with in the city which likely are to become a growing problem, but for now she seems to be in a good mood. She does however raise one eyebrow about contracts that was a bit of an alien thing to her.

:'''[[Isaac Dennou]] has posed:''' Isaac Dennou isn't actually very interested in signing a contract without proper authorization from Isaac. Even if she's just pretending and IN THEORY it would make it void, but she's not playing around with god contract, which she does not comment on. Isaac can handle his own contracts, she resolves, and writes something down on a piece of paper silently.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' "Eh? What about the sh-" Hades starts to say, before Evja interrupts his train of thought! He looks back towards the Rabbit, "Hey kid, I'm trying to negotiate here, stop muckin' things up!" He turns back to Mercade, "Fine, seven percent." Hades says, shard still in hand, and completely ignoring his question, or rather being distracted? WHO KNOWS?! Evja just did interrupt what he was saying, so he's gone on without skipping a beat. "Look, we got television shows and toys lined up, but we gota get this signed so we can get this going forward."

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade looks unimpressed. "Ten and the shard, no more tricks, final offer." He says, folding his arms. "Also, I want to see just what I'm supposed to be signing here. I'm not giving you my soul or promising you my eternal servitude or anything."

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "..." Very well then. Evja simply nods towards Avira, staying otherwise silent and looking towards Tifa to see how she was handling the negotiations.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira frowns a little over her shoulder. Perhaps she was expecting more enthusiasm? She dismisses the thought shortly after and promptly returns to not making eye contact with Hades.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel watches back and forth as the negoations go on and just remains quit for a moment. She has to agree with Mercades logic she's learned a contract should be read over in full right that just makes sense. Still she watches this verbal exchange contiune with intrest.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart is just listening, and waiting for it to explose at this point. ~_~

:'''[[Isaac Dennou]] has posed:''' Isaac Dennou closes up the paper she's been writing on and remains silent for the moment. Network can be pretty good at silence.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' "You got some guts, kid." he says, with a slight grin. "Fine. Ten percent and the shard." He says, and hands the contract over. And a pen. The contract is worded exactly to what Hades said, no fine print. And the values are changed to what they agreed upon...did he know that was going to be number the entire time?! CAN HE SEE THE FUTURE?!

:'''[[Isaac Dennou]] has posed:''' Or maybe Hades just has magical contract adjustment powers. Isaac Dennou's mask gets a little lobsided. She adjusts it properly.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade squints at the contract. There's no fine print. No shenanigans. Straightforward... And without any sign of being changed. How did he DO that? He takes the contract and signs it. "All right, Hades. You get your deal." He hands the contract over to Avira for her to sign next. Isaac will surely sign last!!

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' All the sudden Avira is also squinting quite carefully at that contract, also looking for fine print or tricky phrasing. Every now and then she glances up at Hades himself, a suspicious look on her face. Then, after taking the pen from Mercade as well, she also signs. "Ten percent's pretty good." Avira comments, still sounding slightly unsure though.

:'''[[Isaac Dennou]] has posed:''' Isaac Dennou staples a piece of paper to the contract. The paper says 'Ask Me (Isaac) In Private (I am Isaac) ((The Network continues the charade))'. She hands it back.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' The Contract rolls up, burning their names and the piece of paper into it. The Shard is handed off to Mercade. "Well there you go. Congrats one and all, be seeing you soon." he says, and then a puff of brimestone... And there is no more Hades. CONGRATS!

:'''[[Isaac Dennou]] has posed:''' Isaac Dennou looks around and says. "...Curse your ... ... inevitable ... ... ... ... betrayal...?" Isaac told her to say that but there doesn't seem to have been a betrayal. She shrugs her shoulders and takes off the Isaac mask.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Hades vanishes with the contract. He holds up the crystalline chunk, feeling its heft and the power within it. "Well..." He says, looking over to Avira. "This is the last one." He laughs. "Everyone, we did it!"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "...that was anti-climactic." The viera mumbles softly mostly to himself before looking back at Avira, "I apologize I was rather curt before."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart nods to Evja, relaxing a bit "... Very. I don't know why but its like a ticking bomb waiting to explode around that guy." She shakes her head. Maybe its his cologne.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira lets out a long breath that she had been holding for quite a while. "Don't worry about it." she tells Evja, passing the contract to "Isaac" so he could do "his thing."

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' "So, now what?" Sora asks this clearly as he hops down into the main area, the Keyblade Wielder ruffling his hair as he sticks his hands behind his head in his relaxed gesture. Somewhere, Kairi is going 'Sora you idiot'.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel seeds that everything has worked out and nothing has happened and she's frankly happy with it. She's wondering what to do with her medal she guesses she'll keep it she does however pause as Siora shows up and pauses "umm we go to the 9th for food and drink?"

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart looks at Deelel "... Business for me, I can go for that." This party doesn't even have any food anyway. What kind of cheapskate Hades is anyway?

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' "And we need to put these together and find a Keyblade Wielder so we can restore Manhattan." Mercade says. "Celebrations are totally in order, though." He grins. "I'm sure we can find someone with a Keyblade ev-" He pauses, squinting at the approaching pair of GIANT SHOES. "Holy crap, Sora!" He yells, pointing. "Sora! We need your help! But first, food! And drink! You like food, right?"

:'''[[Isaac Dennou]] has posed:''' "Where would we find a keyblade wielder--" Emi looks towards Sora for several moments.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart looks at Sora too <.< Its a trend, it must mean something. BUT WHAT>

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "It's all on us." She grins and is also Looking at Sora.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora blinks owlishly. "I like food! And drink. But you need a Keyblade Wielder? Am I the only one?" Pause. "WILL YOU ALL STOP STARING AT ME?!"

:'''[[Isaac Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi says, "Sorry." She covers her eyes but is still facing Sora.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Evja looks between those present, then towards Tifa, and asks softly, "What... is a keyblade?"

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade looks over to Evja, opening his mouth to explain, but then he pauses as a theme begins playing in the background. Oh God, he knows that feeling. He shuts his mouth lest he get caught up in a musical again, and steps back. Christmas was enough. Once a year is his max.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira on the other hand looks super excited. She knows this moment. The last time this happened, she heard a musical about bacon, and it was glorious. All the tension she had been carrying around earlier from being around Hades is gone. "'What's a keyblade' she asks. Hee."

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora looks at Evja. Suddenly, there is a spotlight over his head, and soft music starts playing in the background. The young teenager looks plaintively upwards, as if to say, 'oh god, please no, please not here, not here, not like this', but ... It's /Disney/. "One time I was afraid, alone and dismayed, but there in front of me, glowed a object bright and strange." Sora matches his face to the emotions of the song well, looking grave before launching into the next lyrics. "The Keyblade showed its frame, it shined and I understood, that I was about to engage in a whole new game..." Meta, ain't no meta here. Sora also thrusts his hand out, and the Kingdom Key shimmers into being, before Sora tilts it back to rest upon his shoulder as he breaks into chorus. "The Keyblade helps me fight the shadows, and the heartless too, it allows me to say hello, to all my new friends too. I know if I keep going strong, I will eventually save the worlds and all of my friends that belong~!" "I know that I am destined, but not yet burdened, instead I am heartened, so your hearts too must be opened!" Sora points the Keyblade dramatically right at Evja, the tip shining for just a brief moment. "Maybe one day you'll all be Keyblade users too, helping truly fight the fight to save the worlds who are fighting through; the shadows and the lies, the darkness and their allies!" HE tosses the Keyblade right at Mercade, letting him hold it - "The Keyblade helps me fight the shadows, and the heartless too, it allows me to say hello, to all my new friends too. I know if I keep going strong, I will eventually save the worlds and all of my friends that belong~!" - the Keyblade reappears in Sora's grip as he steps into the center of the grip as the song ends in the thrilling finale, holding the keyblade straight up into the air. Confetti pops over everyone's head. "... does that explain it?"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "..." Evja just staaaaaaaaaaares as suddenly someone breaks out into song, looking quite confused. Especially when the world around just seems to enable it. Others seemed to be handling it well, though. Was this simply normal and the Viera didn't know? Serenaded, and feeling a bit put on the spotlight himself for having asked, Evja looks towards Avira as if for help only to realize she was enjoying it. The power of song was just about too much to resist, too! Having began to speak, there was the urge rising to join, but thankfully it was over before anything else could happen and the Viera just... nods. Don't speak, don't open your mouth or else it'll pull you in.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' "..." About the same reaction as well. She stares flatly at Sora, with a look of 'Was that really necessary?' combined with 'Where did those spotlights come from anyway?'.

:'''[[Isaac Dennou]] has posed:''' Confetti sprays all over Emi. She continues staring ahead with her hands over her eyes and says, "La la la." in a monotone.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel grins at Sora's song clal the media program impressed at the youg user's singing. She looks at Tifa for a moment with a Why the heck not sort of Look. Then again she's a media program.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade is tossed a keyblade! He catches it, fumbling with it for a moment and swinging it back and forth. "How do you even..." He says for a moment, before it vanishes in a burst of light. "Whoa." He looks back over to Sora, and blinks. "How do you even wield that thing? It looks unwieldy as hell."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart shrugs a bit "Its not the first time I see it, but it is rather impressive when it happens." She leans against a wall a bit. Its nice that Manhattan is about to get opened back up at least, but after the 'unsurprise' from Hades earlier, for some reason she can't get excited :/ As if the other shoe was about to drop.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora, grinning, "Yeah, it's like that. Anyways, let me know. Mercade, here's my private radio information if you didn't have it... just let me know what's going on and I'll help, okay?"

To the Victor...

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|Date of Scene=2013/03/03
|Location=Traverse Town - Coliseum
|Synopsis=Hades hands the World Shard of Wind to th Winners of the Hades cup...and NOTHING else.
|Cast of Characters=Mercade Alexander, Tifa Lockhart, Avira, Deelel, Isaac Dennou, Sora, Hades, Evja
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:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' WELCOME... To the victory Ceremony of the Hades Cup! Here, the arena is full of people, many of your adoring fans who have cheered you all on, and paid outrageous costs of food, drink, merchandise, and all that other junk. The Arena is set up special today, the actual slab where the fights happen is cleared, and a podium, large enough to hold people is set up It is set up so that it has three platforms, and under each platform is a first, second, and third number. It is obvious that people who got to the finals should be standing where they placed. Phil is standing near the microphone, tapping his hoof on the ground, waiting for the 'hero's' to show up so he can get them their medals...but where was that good for nothing Hades? He has your prize? Was he going to double cross you now?! However, it is still early, perhaps he is just waiting for JUST the right moment to show up...or another Hydra would attack!? Maybe this was all a elaborate ploy to get you all out in the open, to make one last shot at finishing the heroes off. However, between the crowds and other celebrations going on, it's hard to tell.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' The barmaid gave it her all during the tournmanent, from the race to the fighting, all in good sportmanship (or at least she hopes, noone died anyway). So of course she'd be there to see the manhattan shard be handed over. It doesn't matter who gets it in the end, as long as it's used for the right cause. And in the winner's hands, she was pretty assured too. Meanwhile, she stands around, arms crossed, as she waits for something to happen, for people to arrive... isn't there food or something to celebrate too? Or did the budget all go in the toys they sold ~_~

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade is totally here and totally partying. As part of the winning team, Mercade is present with the other memebers of No Sleep 'Til Manhattan, holding a large.... cola! That's right, Mercade isn't drinking alcohol out here. He's expecting some kind of shenanigans here, but he isn't sure what kind.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' At last! It was over! Grueling fights against friends and strangers alike that, despite not being lethal, had left Avira feeling sore for days afterwards. In fact, she was till sore from the finale. Avira's made sure to get herself some new armor and a new shield for tonight's ceremony, given that the opening ceremony was interrupted by a hydra. She also has a bag slung over her shoulder, its contents completely unknown at the moment since the bag is opaque. She's also hanging around close to Mercade. For some reason she seems a little on the nervous side.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora was sir not participating in this event. However, he's here, mostly because he does like seeing things qwrap up, plus he's, well, curious. It's part of why he gets into so much trouble, you know.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Evja was here too, actually not in armor for a change. The Viera was dressed in a long black robe with the hood down, leaning on a spear(head down, shaft pointed up and chin on the end like some large stick) next to Tifa and looking a little uncertain. Otherwise, not much of note besides the floppy turban-like cap Viera oft wore here and there in Jylland and the veil. It wasn't because of worry about Hades, actually, so much as just not being certain how to handle this kind of publicity and attention. "Maybe I should have worn my armor just to avoid the eyes..." came a soft mumble towards Tifa, the Viera standing on the second place rung.

:'''[[Isaac Dennou]] has posed:''' Isaac Hanlon is present with No Sleep Til Manhattan. Of course Isaac didn't have green hair before, nor was he quite so feminine. But that paper mask Isaac is wearing has glasses drawn on it in marker and blue fuzzy hair scribbled on it. Every so oftne Isaac says 'doo doo bgm change'. So it must be him!!!

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Phil holds his hands up! "Alright! Listen up! You're all here because that there HADES CUP," there is a cheer from the crowd, "HEY SHADDUP I AM GIVIN' A SPEECH HERE!" he yells at the crowd who still continue on. "Alright, so by the power invested in me by the Coliseum, blah blah blah, I am here to give you these medals." he says, walking to team DLC first. "Here ya go." he says, handing them the bronze. And a small sack. It has MUNNY! To Tifa and JUDGE BUNNY, they get a silver metal each, and a larger sack of munny. Slowly, Phil turns to Team No sleep. He looks at Isaac for a moment, giving him a long glance. "Seem's legit." he says after a moment. Then they are presented with the Gold, but no munny. "Now where is that good for no-" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWDkSQc_U9A PYROTECHNICS at the entrance to the arena. Hades walks through a moment later, waving at the crowd who either boos or cheers for him. With a POOF he goes from the entrance to the stage itself. "Well well well, how you'all doin', I'm Hades Lord of the Dead." he says, for those who don't know. "Well congrats on makin' millions of people entertained for your world back. Before I hand the shard over.." he hands a contract for them to sign, "This is just a little disclaimer, indicating that your likenesses can be used for merchandising and stuff, for a MODEST one percent of the cut, and the Shard." which appears in his hand. "Just business before we get on with things. I am sure you're all wanting and rearin' to get your world back, am I rite?"

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart blinks at the pyrotechnics Well NOW there's a show at least. She takes her medal with a smile, lettign Evja handle the bag of munny for the moment, since there's a team member missing anyway. She gets to watch Hades heading to Mercade with the contract. Well, nothing seems out of ordinary, mind you. Business, promotion, whatever. What does she know about it. Or about Hades for that matter. She does take a glance at Isaac though. for having punched him a few times in the match, something isn't quite right.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "Thank you very much." Evja says towards Phil with a smile, even if it's hidden by the veil he had on. Also holding the money in one hand, Evja hangs the medal up and over head around his neck and looks towards Tifa thoughtfully, following her gaze. What was she looking at? And another contract? That brought the viera's own contract with Hades to mind, suddenly curious what he would eventually ask for. No matter, one day he would make such a request known.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Isaac your hair looks very green today. Avira thinks nothing of it. Taking notice of the Judge actually takes Avira a moment since she is not currently in armor. It isn't until Evja joins the rest of Heaven's Judgement on the podium thingy that she realizes who it is. "Aha. Hey. Miss Judge." Avira slings the bag from over her shoulder and digs through it producing...some kind of piece of metal? A piece of a shield? Avira offers it to Evja. "Here. This is part of the shield you destroyed during our match." Phil starts doling out the prizes, which makes Avira frown. Didn't Hades have the shard? Where is-oh, there. Leaning over to Mercade she murmurs in her ear. "I think you should accept the Shard from him." She seems to not want to say anything to Hades. Heck, Avira's not even making eye contact with him.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora, in the audience, narrows his eyes as Hades pulls out a contract for the shard ... and promotional likenesses for future deals and such. Something isn't sitting right here, and Sora can't put his fingers on where. Where is Donald and Goofy when he needs the 'Keyblade Wielder is clueless' help.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade listens to Hades' intro theme. "Well then." Mercade says, turning as he looks to the Lord of the Dead. Hades makes his play, and Mercade narrows his eyes. "The terms of the tournament were that we got the Shard if we won. There wasn't anything there about a contract. Besides, one percent? That's extortionate." Mercade glances over to Isaac Dennou, and whispers to 'him', "That /is/ a bad deal, right?" He nods to Avira and her advice, and steps forward, folding his arms. That's right, he's holding this up in LAST-MINUTE ARBITRATION.

:'''[[Isaac Dennou]] has posed:''' Isaac Dennou thinks about what Isaac would do. He'd probably be impetuous, Emi thinks. So when Mercade asks for 'Isaac's' advice, the Dennou looks to Mercade and nods to him. "The high point for royalty rates for such a purpose as similar as this would be 17 percent." Emi says. "Of course, we likely cannot ask for that much if we were to accept an endorsement deal." She nods slowly. "That would be for someone exceptionally popular. Still, it would be above 1 percent. The toy market is generally between 5 to 15 percent typically, though if this is for a varying array of services and production lines, then different rates may be typical for different services." Royalty rates are pretty complicated.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is here for the medalss it has been interesting to see how users conduct the Games to be sure it had more in comon than she'd expected still it's been a hell of a tournment now she's had time to cool off, right? So she gets her medal and is respectful about it.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' "Fifteen percent? Who do you think you are, Jerkules? You wish you Junior Heroes could get that much." Hades says, dismissively. "Pretty hard though, little man, negotiating when I have your shard in my hand. Alright, so four percent." Hades counter offers, cracking his knuckles. He looks towards Avira, giving a small smile. Oh yeah, she knows. He also considers Judge bunny, well, that was still something else he could use later, no need to break it out here, after all! "So you get four percent. That's a steal, most new stars aren't even going to get that for their first gig, and think about it like this, as the winners of the Hades cup, in the next one you don't have to fight until the last match. You're the champs. That's worth a few free drinks."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart isn't sure she likes where this is going right now... Shouldn't be negociating for something that they fought so hard to get. She keeps her arms crossed, looking at Evja "Maybe you should have worn your armor... i got the feeling its gonna get rowdy if this keeps up...

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' When Avira speaks towards him, Evja looks towards her and gives a little nod, polite enough in his view. "Hello." since he didn't really know her name. When the shield bit was offered, however, the Viera looked rather confused. Standing upright and hanging the bag of munny around the tip of his spear, he reached a hand out to take it and looked at it before offering, "Evja... my name. And why are you offering me this? Did you desire me to pay for the repair? If such, I imagine it could wait until..." Bargaining. :| "...after the event. I do believe Lord Hades is going to give the shard either way. He seems an honorable God after all, one inclined to contracts. And the prize of the tournament was the shard. So this... bargaining over munny is a bit petty. This was for the charity of a world after all." a pause, "So, Lord Hades, how about you offer ten percent to charity and they receive nothing and call it a deal? Charity of their choice."

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' "Are you saying you're not going to hand it over unless we sign?" Mercade says. "Wouldn't that be going back on your word? You promised the Shard to us if we won." Mercade seems focused on trying to get out of this fairly innocuous (as far as horrible underworld lords go) trap. There's worse things than being ruthlessly exploited and merchandised, right? ... Right?

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira nudges Mercade again and whispers something in his ear, "Ten, tell him ten." Evja seems confused about the offer of the shield piece. "My name's Avira. No, I don't want to be paid or anything, I'm giving you the piece because I thought you might want to have a souvenir from our fight." She turns around so her back is to Evja and so she can see the brand new buckler sheld held there. "I've already replaced my shield. It's alright, I go through gear pretty frequently."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is looking at the price neogations and isn't sure for which team it is but she's not going to complain any stream of income would be useful to her. She's got things to deal with in the city which likely are to become a growing problem, but for now she seems to be in a good mood. She does however raise one eyebrow about contracts that was a bit of an alien thing to her.

:'''[[Isaac Dennou]] has posed:''' Isaac Dennou isn't actually very interested in signing a contract without proper authorization from Isaac. Even if she's just pretending and IN THEORY it would make it void, but she's not playing around with god contract, which she does not comment on. Isaac can handle his own contracts, she resolves, and writes something down on a piece of paper silently.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' "Eh? What about the sh-" Hades starts to say, before Evja interrupts his train of thought! He looks back towards the Rabbit, "Hey kid, I'm trying to negotiate here, stop muckin' things up!" He turns back to Mercade, "Fine, seven percent." Hades says, shard still in hand, and completely ignoring his question, or rather being distracted? WHO KNOWS?! Evja just did interrupt what he was saying, so he's gone on without skipping a beat. "Look, we got television shows and toys lined up, but we gota get this signed so we can get this going forward."

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade looks unimpressed. "Ten and the shard, no more tricks, final offer." He says, folding his arms. "Also, I want to see just what I'm supposed to be signing here. I'm not giving you my soul or promising you my eternal servitude or anything."

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "..." Very well then. Evja simply nods towards Avira, staying otherwise silent and looking towards Tifa to see how she was handling the negotiations.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira frowns a little over her shoulder. Perhaps she was expecting more enthusiasm? She dismisses the thought shortly after and promptly returns to not making eye contact with Hades.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel watches back and forth as the negoations go on and just remains quit for a moment. She has to agree with Mercades logic she's learned a contract should be read over in full right that just makes sense. Still she watches this verbal exchange contiune with intrest.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart is just listening, and waiting for it to explose at this point. ~_~

:'''[[Isaac Dennou]] has posed:''' Isaac Dennou closes up the paper she's been writing on and remains silent for the moment. Network can be pretty good at silence.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' "You got some guts, kid." he says, with a slight grin. "Fine. Ten percent and the shard." He says, and hands the contract over. And a pen. The contract is worded exactly to what Hades said, no fine print. And the values are changed to what they agreed upon...did he know that was going to be number the entire time?! CAN HE SEE THE FUTURE?!

:'''[[Isaac Dennou]] has posed:''' Or maybe Hades just has magical contract adjustment powers. Isaac Dennou's mask gets a little lobsided. She adjusts it properly.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade squints at the contract. There's no fine print. No shenanigans. Straightforward... And without any sign of being changed. How did he DO that? He takes the contract and signs it. "All right, Hades. You get your deal." He hands the contract over to Avira for her to sign next. Isaac will surely sign last!!

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' All the sudden Avira is also squinting quite carefully at that contract, also looking for fine print or tricky phrasing. Every now and then she glances up at Hades himself, a suspicious look on her face. Then, after taking the pen from Mercade as well, she also signs. "Ten percent's pretty good." Avira comments, still sounding slightly unsure though.

:'''[[Isaac Dennou]] has posed:''' Isaac Dennou staples a piece of paper to the contract. The paper says 'Ask Me (Isaac) In Private (I am Isaac) ((The Network continues the charade))'. She hands it back.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' The Contract rolls up, burning their names and the piece of paper into it. The Shard is handed off to Mercade. "Well there you go. Congrats one and all, be seeing you soon." he says, and then a puff of brimestone... And there is no more Hades. CONGRATS!

:'''[[Isaac Dennou]] has posed:''' Isaac Dennou looks around and says. "...Curse your ... ... inevitable ... ... ... ... betrayal...?" Isaac told her to say that but there doesn't seem to have been a betrayal. She shrugs her shoulders and takes off the Isaac mask.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Hades vanishes with the contract. He holds up the crystalline chunk, feeling its heft and the power within it. "Well..." He says, looking over to Avira. "This is the last one." He laughs. "Everyone, we did it!"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "...that was anti-climactic." The viera mumbles softly mostly to himself before looking back at Avira, "I apologize I was rather curt before."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart nods to Evja, relaxing a bit "... Very. I don't know why but its like a ticking bomb waiting to explode around that guy." She shakes her head. Maybe its his cologne.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira lets out a long breath that she had been holding for quite a while. "Don't worry about it." she tells Evja, passing the contract to "Isaac" so he could do "his thing."

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' "So, now what?" Sora asks this clearly as he hops down into the main area, the Keyblade Wielder ruffling his hair as he sticks his hands behind his head in his relaxed gesture. Somewhere, Kairi is going 'Sora you idiot'.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel seeds that everything has worked out and nothing has happened and she's frankly happy with it. She's wondering what to do with her medal she guesses she'll keep it she does however pause as Siora shows up and pauses "umm we go to the 9th for food and drink?"

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart looks at Deelel "... Business for me, I can go for that." This party doesn't even have any food anyway. What kind of cheapskate Hades is anyway?

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' "And we need to put these together and find a Keyblade Wielder so we can restore Manhattan." Mercade says. "Celebrations are totally in order, though." He grins. "I'm sure we can find someone with a Keyblade ev-" He pauses, squinting at the approaching pair of GIANT SHOES. "Holy crap, Sora!" He yells, pointing. "Sora! We need your help! But first, food! And drink! You like food, right?"

:'''[[Isaac Dennou]] has posed:''' "Where would we find a keyblade wielder--" Emi looks towards Sora for several moments.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart looks at Sora too <.< Its a trend, it must mean something. BUT WHAT>

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "It's all on us." She grins and is also Looking at Sora.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora blinks owlishly. "I like food! And drink. But you need a Keyblade Wielder? Am I the only one?" Pause. "WILL YOU ALL STOP STARING AT ME?!"

:'''[[Isaac Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi says, "Sorry." She covers her eyes but is still facing Sora.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Evja looks between those present, then towards Tifa, and asks softly, "What... is a keyblade?"

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade looks over to Evja, opening his mouth to explain, but then he pauses as a theme begins playing in the background. Oh God, he knows that feeling. He shuts his mouth lest he get caught up in a musical again, and steps back. Christmas was enough. Once a year is his max.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira on the other hand looks super excited. She knows this moment. The last time this happened, she heard a musical about bacon, and it was glorious. All the tension she had been carrying around earlier from being around Hades is gone. "'What's a keyblade' she asks. Hee."

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora looks at Evja. Suddenly, there is a spotlight over his head, and soft music starts playing in the background. The young teenager looks plaintively upwards, as if to say, 'oh god, please no, please not here, not here, not like this', but ... It's /Disney/. "One time I was afraid, alone and dismayed, but there in front of me, glowed a object bright and strange." Sora matches his face to the emotions of the song well, looking grave before launching into the next lyrics. "The Keyblade showed its frame, it shined and I understood, that I was about to engage in a whole new game..." Meta, ain't no meta here. Sora also thrusts his hand out, and the Kingdom Key shimmers into being, before Sora tilts it back to rest upon his shoulder as he breaks into chorus. "The Keyblade helps me fight the shadows, and the heartless too, it allows me to say hello, to all my new friends too. I know if I keep going strong, I will eventually save the worlds and all of my friends that belong~!" "I know that I am destined, but not yet burdened, instead I am heartened, so your hearts too must be opened!" Sora points the Keyblade dramatically right at Evja, the tip shining for just a brief moment. "Maybe one day you'll all be Keyblade users too, helping truly fight the fight to save the worlds who are fighting through; the shadows and the lies, the darkness and their allies!" HE tosses the Keyblade right at Mercade, letting him hold it - "The Keyblade helps me fight the shadows, and the heartless too, it allows me to say hello, to all my new friends too. I know if I keep going strong, I will eventually save the worlds and all of my friends that belong~!" - the Keyblade reappears in Sora's grip as he steps into the center of the grip as the song ends in the thrilling finale, holding the keyblade straight up into the air. Confetti pops over everyone's head. "... does that explain it?"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "..." Evja just staaaaaaaaaaares as suddenly someone breaks out into song, looking quite confused. Especially when the world around just seems to enable it. Others seemed to be handling it well, though. Was this simply normal and the Viera didn't know? Serenaded, and feeling a bit put on the spotlight himself for having asked, Evja looks towards Avira as if for help only to realize she was enjoying it. The power of song was just about too much to resist, too! Having began to speak, there was the urge rising to join, but thankfully it was over before anything else could happen and the Viera just... nods. Don't speak, don't open your mouth or else it'll pull you in.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' "..." About the same reaction as well. She stares flatly at Sora, with a look of 'Was that really necessary?' combined with 'Where did those spotlights come from anyway?'.

:'''[[Isaac Dennou]] has posed:''' Confetti sprays all over Emi. She continues staring ahead with her hands over her eyes and says, "La la la." in a monotone.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel grins at Sora's song clal the media program impressed at the youg user's singing. She looks at Tifa for a moment with a Why the heck not sort of Look. Then again she's a media program.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade is tossed a keyblade! He catches it, fumbling with it for a moment and swinging it back and forth. "How do you even..." He says for a moment, before it vanishes in a burst of light. "Whoa." He looks back over to Sora, and blinks. "How do you even wield that thing? It looks unwieldy as hell."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart shrugs a bit "Its not the first time I see it, but it is rather impressive when it happens." She leans against a wall a bit. Its nice that Manhattan is about to get opened back up at least, but after the 'unsurprise' from Hades earlier, for some reason she can't get excited :/ As if the other shoe was about to drop.

:'''[[Sora]] has posed:''' Sora, grinning, "Yeah, it's like that. Anyways, let me know. Mercade, here's my private radio information if you didn't have it... just let me know what's going on and I'll help, okay?"

On Life and Living Forever

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|Synopsis=Will and Morrighan talk about things..
|Cast of Characters=Will Sherman, Morrighan Alazne
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:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will came back to the offices late last night, plopped asleep somewhere, and was basicly out till an hour ago. Which then, he sat up, blinked a few times, and realized he was hungry as all get out. So grabbing some supplies from downstairs and bringing them up to the kitchen upstairs, he starts throwing stuff into a bowl and making some sort of...strange bowl of food. Everything goes in, nothing is left sacred. Finally, he mixes the CRAP out of the bowl, and then puts it into the frying pan, which...actually takes more than one go, because there is so much in the bowl. The smell that comes from the kitchen, despite what is going INTO the frying pan...is actually somehow oddly pleasent. It's hard to figure out HOW or WHY...or why in gods name the combinations of foods going in are actually smelling this way... However after a bit, he prepares two bowls, and sits down in the living area, putting one near him and starts eating from the other. Like he's expecting company or something...perhaps Will can see the future, or perhaps he wants seconds and doesn't want to get up for it! But there is still more in the kitchen, warming on the stove. Will himself turns the TV on, nothing earth shattering...that's good, these things always seem to happen when he's sleeping..

:'''[[Morrighan Alazne]] has posed:''' As Will finished creating his unholy concoction, Morrighan was descending from the third floor, likely from that one room she was still using at the moment. She wasn't particularly hungry, but that smell drew her curiosity. She could pick out quite a number of things from the scent and many of them caused her to raise an eyebrow in curiosity. "Now just who or what in god's name is..." Trailing off from whatever she was murmuring, Morrighan comes to a stop by the entrance of the living area, within plain sight as she looks in to see who was there. Upon spotting Will, she narrowed her eyes just a tad. "Oh. So it was you now." The discovery did not surprise her at all. She couldn't think of anyone else in this agency that would do something like this... "...I would ask why, but somehow, I imagine that I do not want to know the answer."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "When you live on the streets you learn to make do with what you got at hand. Sometimes you can't get the right ingredients...sometimes you have to experiment to make things work." Will eats a bite of the concoction, and smiles up at Morrighan. "Got some for you, I guess." he says, pushing the bowl towards her and continues to at. "There is even a seat over there so I don't offend your fair sense of smell." he says, teasing her a bit, but actually not trying to be malicious. "So what's up? I see you're still here despite being able to leave. Which, the boss says is cool, so you know, that's a thing. I'm just curious, I mean...what about your home? Aren't they worried about you? You seemed pretty important there." Will asks...which is odd, he's just talking normally, like she was just another person, and not someone who aided in the destruction of his world.

:'''[[Morrighan Alazne]] has posed:''' This was just strange. Here he was, talking to her as if she hadn't done a plethora of terrible things to him and other people. Morrighan's initial impulse was to be suspicious. Maybe he was putting on an act and waiting for some opportune moment to....do something. But that didn't seem to be the case. Ugh, she was used to people being angry and standoffish. Not....nice! "......" Well, he hadn't insulted her yet. So she stepped further into the living area, taking a seat by him. The bowl went untouched for the moment as Morrighan considered his question. There was little reason not to answer, so she did. "Home, you ask? I do not have a home." The dark elf spoke evenly, watching the TV as she spoke. "Unless you speak of Baron. In which case, they are not. What I had there was simply a working relationship. One which seems to have been brought to an end by their own hand." A shake of the head and then she explained a bit more. "They are hardly worried for my well being. In fact, they quite easily denied any involvement with my actions or me as a whole. Essentially, I no longer work for them." Morrighan shrugged at that, not looking broken up about the matter at all. "Just as well. I held no love for the nation anyhow. And I certainly do not hail from that world, so their affairs are of no concern to me."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will listens, eating as he frowns a little. "No home? You mean no place to return to? Was it consumed?" he looks terribly sad by this...he knows what it is like to lose a home. He continues eating as she explains about Baron, "Sounds...sadly about right. They use you, until you have no worth to give, and then throw you away to save face? I know the type, people like that know little about the connections between people, and will often fall under their own weight after an abused person finally has enough of it...and leads a group agains it." he says. Revolutions were..not uncomon. "And you know, it's not a crime to let it out. To say how you really feel...I find it's better for you in the long run..oh man do I." he says, chuckling, "Bottling it up only leads to too much being kept in...and MAN the explosion after wards is...not good. I think you remember when it happened to me." "Of course, my situation was...uh...very different. But that's a different story, yeah? This isn't about me, so...what about you?"

:'''[[Morrighan Alazne]] has posed:''' "Technically, I suppose that it was consumed." But really, she had no idea where she was really from. But that was getting too complicated. "Indeed though. Those types of people run nations with their ill gotten power, using those beneath them until they give out..." She was right in the thick of it for a long time throughout her life. She was no stranger of the machinations of those with power at the top. But that was something she loathed to think of. "Let it out, you say?" Morrighan asked then, glancing at Will and away from the TV. "...How am I supposed to 'let it out'? I am afraid that I do not understand..." But she did see what happened to him. Oh yes, she was right there when it happened. All while Manhattan was falling. That seemed like so long ago now. The elf mage shook her head then, dismissing the subject and moving along. "My situation? ...I am not sure what you mean." She glanced back at the TV then. Taking in the boring news reports with only a faint interest, if any at all. "What am I supposed to do now anyhow?"

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will was surprised she was even...talking. Which is a very BIG step, to that, he smiles, but listens. "Okay, baby steps. I mean...okay, you said that you didn't have a home, but was that like you never had one? Or that it is gone?" he says, "I mean...I look a..okay, maybe I should explain this. I see...things more than normal. You saw when I struck at you, strings appeared? Tied to you and tied to me? Well...I see those things. Everyone has strings...strings of fate, strings of connections. I can't stop seeing them, it's what I was created with...but I can see yours, you...really don't have many." he finishes. He pauses...thinking about what to say next, "Let me ask you something...a bit more personal. How old are you? I ask this not because I am a jerk, but because I met a few elves...you guys live longer than humans. Sorry if this is a bit too personal, but I am trying to understand you. You don't seem like you are completely rotten, because of how you responded to Max...and why Mercade seems willing to go to bat."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will was surprised she was even...talking. Which is a very BIG step, to that, he smiles, but listens. "Okay, baby steps. I mean...okay, you said that you didn't have a home, but was that like you never had one? Or that it is gone?" he says, "I mean...I look a..okay, maybe I should explain this. I see...things more than normal. You saw when I struck at you, strings appeared? Tied to you and tied to me? Well...I see those things. Everyone has strings...strings of fate, strings of connections. I can't stop seeing them, it's what I was created with...but I can see yours, you...really don't have many." he finishes. He pauses...thinking about what to say next, "Let me ask you something...a bit more personal. How old are you? I ask this not because I am a jerk, but because I met a few elves...you guys live longer than humans. Sorry if this is a bit too personal, but I am trying to understand you. You don't seem like you are completely rotten, because of how you responded to Max...and why Mercade seems willing to go to bat."

:'''[[Morrighan Alazne]] has posed:''' Morrighan paused to consider the questions raised to her. Crossing her arms, she closed her eyes in thought for several moments before finally responding. "No, I have never had what one might call a 'home'." Elfheim barely counted. She didn't have her parents and everyone, barring two people hated her. Hearing Will explain about what he called 'strings of fate' however caused her to turn to look at him. It didn't make complete sense, but...she had an idea. "So essentially, you can see these strings coming from people, and you can manipulate them? Is that it?" So he had the ability to perceive something on a level different from others. An interesting ability to be sure, but...he said that she didn't have many strings herself. The revelation caused Morrighan to chuckle somewhat, shaking her head at the notion. "I see. That is...accurate, I suppose." Accurate for one who went through life never making meaningful ties with other people. Never letting anyone get truly close enough to constitute something of any real significance. Once the question of her age was brought up, Morrighan frowned at him. "It is incredibly rude to ask a lady her age, especially an elf." Because lord knew that their ages could vary wildly despite their appearances. But after a moment of thought, she decided to answer. What had she to lose anyhow? "...I stopped counting at four hundred eighty nine and have lost count since. I can no longer tell you how 'old' I actually may be now." They wanted to understand her? The thought made her scoff. Mentally at least. Why bother wasting the time? "And I have already told you that my assistance to your friend was merely a debt. Nothing more."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will nods... "I'm sorry to hear that Morrighan. Home is important. Home always changes, but it is important." he says, "Well...I am three hundred and twelve this year." he comments, admitting his age for her, "Yes, you heard me, three hundred. You're perhaps a bit older than me, but...I think the feeling is the same. The fear of not growing attached to people, because to us people can be transient...they come and go, you have to watch them grow old and die...to leave the world without you...Yeah." Will shrugs, "I used to feel the same...I used to be afraid of making connections with others, but then I discovered that even though they go away, they never leave you. As long as you remember them...you keep them in your heart, you are never really and truly alone." "To answer your questions...yes and no. I can increase or descrease the strings...in theory I can sever them, but such things always regrow, because my manipulation of them is only temporarily...but I can see them, not perfectly. It's not a perfect thing, but neither are relationships, yeah?" "Alright, you can say that...and I won't question it. However, that's how friends work Morrighan. We help each other, we try and achieve something that we can't do alone...something greater than ourselves." He says, and continues to eat, "Help me understand why then, why you're not willing to put your faith in others?"

:'''[[Morrighan Alazne]] has posed:''' That was partly the reason why she refused to connect with people. They were always gone before it had even begun. Especially humans. They were the worst perpetrators of this. The revelation of Will's actual age however caused Morrighan to pause and stare at the man...boy...person in question with a mildly incredulous expression. Now it was not that surprising, considering that she herself was an example of this, but...well, he looked entirely human to her. "I see...well, I suppose that explains some things now." It didn't take much time for her to accept and get past it. That was a minor detail in the grand scheme of things anyhow. "In my heart..." Hah. Did she even have a heart? Part of her wanted to laugh. It was a funny thought. Of course she had a heart, but the state of it... A sigh is given then and the dark elf looked away, resting her hands in her lap at his last question. "You wish to know why I do not place my faith in others?" She asked rhetorically, pausing for a moment before answering. "Because people cannot be trusted. It does not matter how much you rely on someone, or how much you believe in someone, they will use you and then fail to live up the very goals and ideals they themselves set forth. Promises will be made, and then broken without a second glance. People will pretend to care and be considerate, but at the end of the day, they are after something. Be it immediate or long term. Any form of 'goodwill' is just a ruse meant to fool people into lowering their defenses so that one may get what they want."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will's eyes don't lie...it's not apparent at first, but she can see it. The way he looks, the way he is acting now...someone who lives years acts and just has a quality... "It is easier to tell yourself a lie than to face the truth." Will says, "From personal experience, Morrighan, and not just from my soapbox. I watched my first family die, I was afraid of getting close to others...the loneliness got to me...the feeling of being detatched." he says, recounting his first century, "I started to become jaded and bitter...wondering why I had to be left all alone...why people took advantage of me, or tried to. I saw the very bottom of human depravity. Saw many good people die because of human stupidity, ignorance, or greed. I told myself everyone was like that, that nobody could be trusted." "Then I met someone very special to me, someone who proved that not everyone is like that. She showed me people who struggled, not for themselves, but to make a better future for those around them...for their children to grow." He says, "Look out that window now, Morrighan...go out there, go find the Tents, the makeshift houses of those who survived Manhattan. Sure, you will find people that act like what you say...but you will find a sense of community there. People who help each other...who survive against the odds." "If you really believe that, after everything we've shown you, then it is a perfect little lie. You don't have anything we want, Morrighan. We have a healer, we have a snooty girl who looks down on other people (Max)," he says, that with a grin, "We have a old person. We don't WANT anything from you, except maybe to be happy." "That is the right of all people, no matter who they are...to be happy and free. Don't you think?" He continues, "I can't make you believe me, but I know how you feel...I was there once. I had people connect to me...to show me there was something else out there I could live for."

:'''[[Morrighan Alazne]] has posed:''' "......" His story sounded familiar. Except that it took place in a different world. A different age. A different time. The only difference between the two of them now was that...he found his solace. He found something to hold onto. Something to change his beliefs for the better. She hadn't. For lack of trying or not, who could tell? Looking out the window then, she couldn't actually /see/ what he was talking about, but his point was made quite clear. Go and see what those people she hurt have been up to. How they are surviving despite the loss of their world. How they haven't given up. "You want me to be happy? ...But I have no idea /how/." It probably sounded like a joke, but the look in her eyes and her tone of voice suggested that it certainly was not. Shaking her head then, Morrighan stood up from where she sat and smoothed out her dress. "...I received a letter yesterday." She spoke in a low tone. "I am not sure whether or not you know of the Church of Glabados, but they want to meet with me for some purpose or another." Turning away at that, she began to take a few steps away. "It may be some sort of trap, or it may be some sort of offer. Regardless of which it may be, I have stayed here long enough." She wasn't even sure why she was telling him this. But...perhaps it was better than just walking out without a word now. "I will be leaving tomorrow." The dark elf said as she reached the entrance way, resting a hand against the frame. "...I suppose that we will see whether or not I am capable of being happy with time." She sorely doubted the notion. But it was perhaps nice to think that she could. Maybe one day... "...And thank you." With that said, Morrighan disappeared as she walked off towards the stairs, heading back up.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will listens as she starts to turn away and walk back up. "I can't stop you. But...well, I hope you find what you are looking for and can be happy." Will says finally, as she walked up. Finally he lays back and puts the bowl on the table. It brought back memories...bad and good. He can't tell her how to live, she has to find that for herself, no matter how hard you try, forcing your help causes the opposite of what you want to have happened. "Maybe the church rat will know how to help."

Will Sherman

2013-03-01T23:04:12Z

Willsherman: /* Adversaries */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=William
|middlename=T
|lastname=Sherman
|age=17 (Actually 317)
|image=Johntoken.png
|caption=Hobo Lad
|species=Human?
|sex=Male
|height=5'7''
|weight=155
|series=Gargoyles
|styles=Hobo Monk
|hometown=Manhattan
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Hobo Lad
|quote=I have learned that those who seek power, rarely understand the responsibilities and consequences of their power.
|footer=Wandering the dark paths to find adventure!
}}
==History==

The only known history of William (meaning history that you are going to get without extensive searching and resources/influence in Manhattan) is that he was seemingly been around the city for years. He's been known somewhat of a underground hero, someone who comes around just when he is needed, and only stays until he's not anymore. Typically a sign of good luck for the downtrodden, his presence tends to bring great luck for whatever hobo's he attaches himself too, and they tend to...stop being hobos after their time with him.

However, besides this, he has been an affiliated part of the Twilight Detective Agency as a detective for some time. He was a contact and friend of the previous boss, and of course one of the current boss. Will and Mercade tends to get along, but have been known to openly argue with each other over anything from minor to important things, but even then never abandons the older detective. Strings of strange events follow the Hobo Lad, all of them typically good things.

Of course, bad things have been known to happen to those who...have ticked him off. However, they tend to learn very important lessons afterwards.

Recently, with the loss of Manhattan, Will has grown from being passive to being more active. He has taken, into his hands, a weapon for the first time in his life, and used it on someone. Something that Will has never done in his entire span of life. During the battle for the heart of the world, Riku under the possession of another entity awoke the heart of something inside Will. The man, known only as Loki to those he spoke to unleashed untold evil on the defenders and attackers alike during the battle.

It was only a combination of the remaining defenders and attackers that drove Loki back, being thrown into the keyhole with Riku, before the world heart went dark. Both lost to the void...

However Will awoke in what was the ruins of Manhattan.

==Personality==

William is a very 'go with the wind' kind of person. He doesn't stay around in one place too long (Manhattan is a large place, fyi) with the exception of the TDA. While he's willing to help people out, he never lets himself be boggled down by responsibility, unless he wishes to be, and does not let other people force responsibility on him.

Will tends to say what is on his mind, almost at all times, and has little restraint. He's honest, and tends to avoid lying, but has been known to withhold information when not asked. Beyond that, Will has a unique perception on life, and the world. Beyond this, Will tends to show a great deal of concern for his fellow man, willing to throw himself into trouble to help someone, and will fight bitterly to save people.

He also has some sort of weird...connection and hatred for the Heartless.

More recently, The Hobo has picked a weapon up, and now uses it as part of his combat. Something he has never done before, due to his dislike of weapons. However, despite the hatred he felt for Riku when they met again, he did not turn the weapon on him in a moment of weakness.

==Abilities==

'''Fate Sight:''' Sometimes called the Mystic eyes of fate perception, Will can see the lines of fate and connections between people. Those with important fates are particularly strong and tend to reveal important things about a person through an abstract representation superimposed on Will's sight. Those with strong connections to magic might have gossamer strings, those with heavy ties to the darkness might have strands of darkness spun through their pattern, and those heavily invested in light might be very bright to Will's eyes. Also, they tends to show important connections to things, thick strands showing strong connections, weaker strands showing less connected things. Flaying lines tend to show degrading relationships, and darkening strings tend to reveal hatreds. Ultimately, what Will sees is up to the other player...he can see as much or as little as you want. It is a exposition tool and nothing more.

'''Luck Control:''' William is in tune with the rise and flow of luck. He can win any game of chance he participates in with little effort, and anything with a luck component tends to always favor Will. Will can also with some effort turn the tides of fortune up or down for others, but the effects are typically short lasting.

'''Unaging:''' Will does not age.

'''Parkour:''' William is very in touch with Urban areas, tending to be able to easily know where to go, where to find things, and run extremely fast through areas where typically it is very hard to get anywhere. Fighting William in a city is an extremely bad idea, and tracking him in his home turf is near impossible.

'''Hand to Hand Combat:''' William's skill with hand to hand combat is a combination of self teaching, and various boxing and martial arts techniques he has learned over time. He has, also, learned to combine this with his manipulation over luck. Those that he strikes tend to find themselves hindered by random events...shots go wild, falling items get in the way, they trip over their suddenly untied shoes...

'''Streetwise:''' William is very knowledgeable with getting information, or finding things on the street. He knows where to go, who and how to talk to, and how to hinder others.

'''Detective:''' He's not as good as one as Mercade, but has learned tricks from the man and the last boss of the TDA.

==Fate Sight==
One of Will Sherman's unique abilities, relating to the powers over luck and fate that he seems to have, allows him to see the strings of fate. This is a strange power that overlays his normal eyesight. This is an extended look at this power.

Fate Sight works like normal sight except that strings cover people in a variety of ways. These strings can tell much about a person, but sometimes strings can be difficult to tell apart and the strings themselves are an abstract representation of reality. They can also be obscured. If Will is in a room of pitch darkness, he can't see you and so he can't see your strings. If you are behind a wall, it is impossible for him to see (unless you are connected to him in some way, then he can attempt to follow the string from himself to you.) Simply put, if you don't want me to see something, then I can nod my head, and say you are obscuring it actively. Or that I can't make the connection.

What strings can tell unobscured: Unique abilities or fated destinies. Important things about people can be seen, again with your OOC consent, but are also abstract. Princesses of Light, for example, are brilliant strings of light, so bright that Will has to ware sunglasses in their presence or look away from them until his eyes can adjust. Unlimited are similar in this regard. Those with sufficient darkness, like Garland or Ansem, the reverse is true, looking at them hurts him in a different way. And yes, certain extremes can actually physically hurt or blind Will.

The strings can also reveal relationships between people. Different relationships depends on what is going on. Black threads are usually negative relationships, white strings are positive ones, and red strings indicate something more between people. Strings can be various shades of colors, and can even be different colors at different ends of the string.

Examples of Strings:
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Red: Love, affection, deep caring. The hue of the color changes depending on how red it is. True love is always bright red, while love between family members is a lighter shade. Affections are lighter reds, as well as puppy love.

White: Friendships and positive bonds between people. Bright white threads are friendships... usually long lasting and deep running ones. Darker ones indicate positive rivalry, or the start of friendships. The stringer and thicker the thread, the stronger and more stable it is.

Black: Enemies and negative bonds. People with these bonds between them typically are hateful of each other. The darker or thicker the strand indicates the more powerful or deeper the hatred runs. Lighter shades of black indicate negative rivalries.

Green: Jealousy, envy, greed. People with these shades are either themselves envious or greedy, or in a relationship with someone who is jealous or greedy of what the other person has. Typically a supplemental color, rather than a pure color on it's own.

Brilliant White: Powerful connection to the light. Paladins and priests of holy gods MIGHT have these...those with connections to World hearts will be slightly brighter, and Unlimited are almost blinding, and Princesses of Heart are so radiant that being near them is blinding without time to adjust.

Wispy Dark: Connections to darkness or a user of darkness. The wisps seem to grab and wrap around strings. The darkness corrupts all that it touches, and can poison relationships over time. Those heavily steeped in darkness are nothing but wispy strands with some minor strands to the few connections that might have left. Those steeped enough in darkness are simply voids of darkness...darkness so deep that nothing escapes.

Binary strands: Strands of binary code in one's strings indicate being a program.

Static Strands vs String like strands: Strings usually are like strings, they stretch and pull, can flay and twist depending on circumstances. Those with more twisty turns indicate a more chaotic nature. Those with static strands indicate more stable nature. Artificial life, always has very...static strands. Strands that seem placed, rather than naturally forming.

Gossamer Strands: Indicates magic, rather affected by magic, can use magic...it's hard to tell, often, due to magic's nature. Those with these strands tend to have magic deeply into their being. Or just have very powerful enchantments on them, or items.

Heartless: Heartless still have fate, but it is inverted and cut off from the world around them, and twisted on themselves. They are like static, horrible and terrible to look at. Noise also fall in this category.
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==Relationships==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
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|Allies
|[[Mercade Alexander]], [[Riku]], [[Deidra]], [[Tom Magnusson]], [[Celina Duvalis]], [[Avira]], [[Cirra Constantine]], [[Sarafina Carenze]], [[Reize Seatlan]], [[Belle]], [[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Legion]], [[Isaac Hanlon]], [[Faris Scherwiz]], [[Tiger]], [[Maximilien]]
|-
|Acquaintances
| [[Gilgamesh]], [[Rapunzel]], [[David Xanatos]], [[Merilan Yursalin]], [[Beatrix]], [[Aerith]], [[Priel Aylin]], [[Cronos]], [[Morrighan Alazne]]
|-
|Adversaries
| [[Mica Melchiott]], [[Leida]], [[Scarmiglione]], [[Negaduck]], [[Uzuki Yashiro]], [[Kaydin]], [[Evja]]
|-
| Others 
| [[Dr. Facilier]], [[Sköll Ulfang]], [[Kaze]]
|-
|}

===Allies===
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! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|'''[[Mercade Alexander]]'''|| Forces of Restoration ||Twilight Detective Agency || Separation, time, and disagreements have plagued their relationship, but it still holds one of the strongest and most precious things Will has. He believes in Mercade.
|-
|'''[[Deidra]]''' || Force of Restoration || Twilight Detective Agency || After everything, she still accepted and even wanted to help Will. Will will never forget the trust the Gargoyle has shown him.
|-
|'''[[Tom Magnusson]]''' || Force of Restoration || Twilight Detective Agency || YOU ATE MY NACHOS! THIS MEANS WAR MAGNUSSON!
|-
|'''[[Celina Duvalis]]''' || Force of Restoration || Twilight Detective Agency || A witch who Will has known for sometime. She is matronly, even to him, despite the fact he's older than she is. However, Will does eventually listen to anyone that can cook.
|-
|'''[[Avira]]''' || Force of Restoration || Twilight Detective Agency/VALKYRI || Friend once more, even after an awkward conversation. They understand the other much better, and decided to move forward.
|-
|'''[[Cirra Constantine]]''' || Force of Ruin || Archadian Empire || She wouldn't let him apologized, and reminded him that words are empty. Actions speak louder.
|-
|'''[[Sarafina Carenze]]'''|| Force of Restoration || None || Baron also gives you wings! She is nice and motherly, and Will was happy to help with her kids. Though her husband is...well...a TV hog.
|-
|'''[[Reize Seatlan]]''' || Force of Restoration || Shard Seekers || Hopelessly unlucky. However, he makes a great projectile. Will gives him a hard time, but he knows that the boy's heart is a good one.
|-
|'''[[Belle]]'''|| Forces of Restoration ||None || During a bad time in Will's life, she stopped to see if he was alright. Helping him regain what he fought for, she quickly and quite easily became a friend to him. He regretted listening to her at first, but came to realize that even despite tragedy, people came to help him.
|-
|'''[[Tifa Lockhart]]''' || Force of Restoration || AVALANCHE || Owner of 7th Heaven, and a nice person. Kinda dresses like...you know. Helped Manhattan out allot, and generally has been nice to Will.
|-
|'''[[Legion]]''' || Force of Restoration || Twilight Detective Agency || An experiment from Isaac's home world with Vitatek, and being hunted by Cronos. Will has developed a genuine affection for some of them, understanding their plight in a way only he could. Extremely fond of Umi and Omi, but generally will do anything in his power to protect them all from Cronus.
|-
|'''[[Isaac Hanlon]]''' || Force of Restoration || Twilight Detective Agency || The Wizard in the attic. Isaac is very smart, very keen, and typically kinda to himself. He knows a lot, and generally gets on well with him...though he kinda wonders about the stares he gives them from time to time.
|-
|'''[[Faris Scherwiz]]''' || Forces of Restoration || None || Pirate King, and this is sooooo cooooooool to Will, if not for the fact that he'd have to get on the ocean again. No sir, he don't like that. Other then that, someone else to complain about Gilgamesh too. However, after learning a secret about Faris...two of them, he has become closer to the pirate.
|-
|'''[[Maximilien]]''' || Wandering Force || Twilight Detective Agency || Too full of himself, AND France. Typically thinks it's okay to steal from everyone...and has darkness there. However, I have to accept that not everyone is out to get us...what might be there is dangerous, but so is closing one's heart to everyone and living in regret. It was a lesson I learned.
|-
|'''[[Tiger]]''' || Wandering Force || ??? || A mysterious talking animal. Tiger is a kind soul, who is like a child's dream made real.
|}

===Acquaintances===
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! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|'''[[Riku]]'''|| Forces of Ruin || Shadow Lords || Harbinger of doom to Manhattan, but the time in Castle Oblivion with the boy has brought understanding to what Riku has gone through. With time, perhaps, Riku and he can be the friends they were before.
|-
|'''[[Gilgamesh]]'''|| Wondering Force || GILGAMESH || A strange individual with no ties to anything but his dog. His dog is a great guy, and often showers affection on him, because Will loves dogs.
|-
|'''[[Rapunzel]]''' || Wandering Force || None || Has the best hair, and the ability to use the best weapon: Frying pan. Will likes her attitude, and her kindness.
|-
|'''[[David Xanatos]]''' || Wondering Force || None || Their patron, and often a pretty okay guy. William can't help but think that he has another agenda...but as long as he helps them, and doesn't screw anyone over...he can't really say anything. Still, he has proven nothing but a good ally.
|-
|'''[[Merilan Yursalin]]''' || Forces of Ruin || None || Journalist, with WINGS! She seems nice enough. Will totally wants to get a story out to the world!
|-
|'''[[Beatrix]]'''|| Forces of Ruin || Alexandria || Powerful warrior of Alexandria...but a just sword. Will likes her, but she's kinda stuffy. But hey...
|-
|'''[[Cronus]]''' || Wondering Force || None || A victim as much as the rest of the sisters, and they did everything they could to save him. RIVALRY GET!
|-
|'''[[Morrighan Alazne]]''' || Forces of Ruin || None || Tsundere as <GOOSEHONK> but...what can you do. Max and Mercade want to help her be a better person, and I can't refute this. I ain't going to trust her easily.
|}

===Adversaries===
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! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
|-
|'''[[Mica Melchiott]]''' || Forces of Ruin || Shadow Lords || Ruler of a Casino, filled with people who seem to have lost everything to live for...except to gamble more there. Mica's use of the heartless puts Will off, but her attitude on the value of things and her general attitude in general has made an Enemy of hobo lad.
|-
|'''[[Leida]]''' || Forces of Ruin || Shadow Lords || Oh god oh god oh god! Get it away from me! I don't wana black out again!
|-
|'''[[Scarmiglione]]''' || Forces of Ruin || Baron || That man...he is no ordinary hobo! I will beat him, and drive his anti-hobo ways from the lands! Or convert him into one of my minions...once we beat the evil out.
|-
|'''[[Negaduck]]''' || Forces of Ruin || Shadow Lords || I will defeat you Darkwing duck! Bring it on!
|-
|'''[[Uzuki Yashiro]]''' || Wandering Force || Reapers || Full of herself...and weird. She keeps thinking people are things to play with, and I really hate that.
|-
|'''[[Kaydin]]'''|| Forces of Ruin || None || Dumb, stupid, and helped destroy Manhattan. Will will remember what he did, and never let him forget.
|-
|'''[[Evja]]''' || Wondering Force || None || Judge bunny. Weird, and tried to get me to give up a piece of our world BACK to the people we took it from...who stole it in the first place! If she thinks she can keep my home from me, she's got another thing coming.
|}

===Others===
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|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="550" | Summary
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|'''[[Dr. Facilier]]''' || Forces of Ruin || --- He has friends on the other side. Smooth talking and southern...he was okay with him until he tried to twist words towards Rapunzel. However, he is saved from being his enemy by sheer fact that his shadow is one cool cat. He's watching him though.
|-
|'''[[Sköll Ulfang]]''' || Forces of Ruin || --- Looks like Kaze, but less bright. Not sure what to make of him...friendly, but kinda...seemingly self interested. He can't blame him for that, but...he can't help but think something tragic is going to happen someday.
|-
|'''[[Kaze]]''' || Forces of Restoration || --- Bright...too bright. Will was nearly blinded by looking directly at him. However, due to his hobo like nature, Will feels that their fates are intertwined...rather Kaze wants it or not.
|-
|'''[[Priel Aylin]]''' || Wondering Force || --- Kind of a self interested person, but minus the kind of. Will wonders about her, but ultimately...can't do anything about the choices of another.
|-
|}

= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}

= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Will Sherman

2013-03-01T23:02:21Z

Willsherman: /* Relationships */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=William
|middlename=T
|lastname=Sherman
|age=17 (Actually 317)
|image=Johntoken.png
|caption=Hobo Lad
|species=Human?
|sex=Male
|height=5'7''
|weight=155
|series=Gargoyles
|styles=Hobo Monk
|hometown=Manhattan
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Hobo Lad
|quote=I have learned that those who seek power, rarely understand the responsibilities and consequences of their power.
|footer=Wandering the dark paths to find adventure!
}}
==History==

The only known history of William (meaning history that you are going to get without extensive searching and resources/influence in Manhattan) is that he was seemingly been around the city for years. He's been known somewhat of a underground hero, someone who comes around just when he is needed, and only stays until he's not anymore. Typically a sign of good luck for the downtrodden, his presence tends to bring great luck for whatever hobo's he attaches himself too, and they tend to...stop being hobos after their time with him.

However, besides this, he has been an affiliated part of the Twilight Detective Agency as a detective for some time. He was a contact and friend of the previous boss, and of course one of the current boss. Will and Mercade tends to get along, but have been known to openly argue with each other over anything from minor to important things, but even then never abandons the older detective. Strings of strange events follow the Hobo Lad, all of them typically good things.

Of course, bad things have been known to happen to those who...have ticked him off. However, they tend to learn very important lessons afterwards.

Recently, with the loss of Manhattan, Will has grown from being passive to being more active. He has taken, into his hands, a weapon for the first time in his life, and used it on someone. Something that Will has never done in his entire span of life. During the battle for the heart of the world, Riku under the possession of another entity awoke the heart of something inside Will. The man, known only as Loki to those he spoke to unleashed untold evil on the defenders and attackers alike during the battle.

It was only a combination of the remaining defenders and attackers that drove Loki back, being thrown into the keyhole with Riku, before the world heart went dark. Both lost to the void...

However Will awoke in what was the ruins of Manhattan.

==Personality==

William is a very 'go with the wind' kind of person. He doesn't stay around in one place too long (Manhattan is a large place, fyi) with the exception of the TDA. While he's willing to help people out, he never lets himself be boggled down by responsibility, unless he wishes to be, and does not let other people force responsibility on him.

Will tends to say what is on his mind, almost at all times, and has little restraint. He's honest, and tends to avoid lying, but has been known to withhold information when not asked. Beyond that, Will has a unique perception on life, and the world. Beyond this, Will tends to show a great deal of concern for his fellow man, willing to throw himself into trouble to help someone, and will fight bitterly to save people.

He also has some sort of weird...connection and hatred for the Heartless.

More recently, The Hobo has picked a weapon up, and now uses it as part of his combat. Something he has never done before, due to his dislike of weapons. However, despite the hatred he felt for Riku when they met again, he did not turn the weapon on him in a moment of weakness.

==Abilities==

'''Fate Sight:''' Sometimes called the Mystic eyes of fate perception, Will can see the lines of fate and connections between people. Those with important fates are particularly strong and tend to reveal important things about a person through an abstract representation superimposed on Will's sight. Those with strong connections to magic might have gossamer strings, those with heavy ties to the darkness might have strands of darkness spun through their pattern, and those heavily invested in light might be very bright to Will's eyes. Also, they tends to show important connections to things, thick strands showing strong connections, weaker strands showing less connected things. Flaying lines tend to show degrading relationships, and darkening strings tend to reveal hatreds. Ultimately, what Will sees is up to the other player...he can see as much or as little as you want. It is a exposition tool and nothing more.

'''Luck Control:''' William is in tune with the rise and flow of luck. He can win any game of chance he participates in with little effort, and anything with a luck component tends to always favor Will. Will can also with some effort turn the tides of fortune up or down for others, but the effects are typically short lasting.

'''Unaging:''' Will does not age.

'''Parkour:''' William is very in touch with Urban areas, tending to be able to easily know where to go, where to find things, and run extremely fast through areas where typically it is very hard to get anywhere. Fighting William in a city is an extremely bad idea, and tracking him in his home turf is near impossible.

'''Hand to Hand Combat:''' William's skill with hand to hand combat is a combination of self teaching, and various boxing and martial arts techniques he has learned over time. He has, also, learned to combine this with his manipulation over luck. Those that he strikes tend to find themselves hindered by random events...shots go wild, falling items get in the way, they trip over their suddenly untied shoes...

'''Streetwise:''' William is very knowledgeable with getting information, or finding things on the street. He knows where to go, who and how to talk to, and how to hinder others.

'''Detective:''' He's not as good as one as Mercade, but has learned tricks from the man and the last boss of the TDA.

==Fate Sight==
One of Will Sherman's unique abilities, relating to the powers over luck and fate that he seems to have, allows him to see the strings of fate. This is a strange power that overlays his normal eyesight. This is an extended look at this power.

Fate Sight works like normal sight except that strings cover people in a variety of ways. These strings can tell much about a person, but sometimes strings can be difficult to tell apart and the strings themselves are an abstract representation of reality. They can also be obscured. If Will is in a room of pitch darkness, he can't see you and so he can't see your strings. If you are behind a wall, it is impossible for him to see (unless you are connected to him in some way, then he can attempt to follow the string from himself to you.) Simply put, if you don't want me to see something, then I can nod my head, and say you are obscuring it actively. Or that I can't make the connection.

What strings can tell unobscured: Unique abilities or fated destinies. Important things about people can be seen, again with your OOC consent, but are also abstract. Princesses of Light, for example, are brilliant strings of light, so bright that Will has to ware sunglasses in their presence or look away from them until his eyes can adjust. Unlimited are similar in this regard. Those with sufficient darkness, like Garland or Ansem, the reverse is true, looking at them hurts him in a different way. And yes, certain extremes can actually physically hurt or blind Will.

The strings can also reveal relationships between people. Different relationships depends on what is going on. Black threads are usually negative relationships, white strings are positive ones, and red strings indicate something more between people. Strings can be various shades of colors, and can even be different colors at different ends of the string.

Examples of Strings:
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Red: Love, affection, deep caring. The hue of the color changes depending on how red it is. True love is always bright red, while love between family members is a lighter shade. Affections are lighter reds, as well as puppy love.

White: Friendships and positive bonds between people. Bright white threads are friendships... usually long lasting and deep running ones. Darker ones indicate positive rivalry, or the start of friendships. The stringer and thicker the thread, the stronger and more stable it is.

Black: Enemies and negative bonds. People with these bonds between them typically are hateful of each other. The darker or thicker the strand indicates the more powerful or deeper the hatred runs. Lighter shades of black indicate negative rivalries.

Green: Jealousy, envy, greed. People with these shades are either themselves envious or greedy, or in a relationship with someone who is jealous or greedy of what the other person has. Typically a supplemental color, rather than a pure color on it's own.

Brilliant White: Powerful connection to the light. Paladins and priests of holy gods MIGHT have these...those with connections to World hearts will be slightly brighter, and Unlimited are almost blinding, and Princesses of Heart are so radiant that being near them is blinding without time to adjust.

Wispy Dark: Connections to darkness or a user of darkness. The wisps seem to grab and wrap around strings. The darkness corrupts all that it touches, and can poison relationships over time. Those heavily steeped in darkness are nothing but wispy strands with some minor strands to the few connections that might have left. Those steeped enough in darkness are simply voids of darkness...darkness so deep that nothing escapes.

Binary strands: Strands of binary code in one's strings indicate being a program.

Static Strands vs String like strands: Strings usually are like strings, they stretch and pull, can flay and twist depending on circumstances. Those with more twisty turns indicate a more chaotic nature. Those with static strands indicate more stable nature. Artificial life, always has very...static strands. Strands that seem placed, rather than naturally forming.

Gossamer Strands: Indicates magic, rather affected by magic, can use magic...it's hard to tell, often, due to magic's nature. Those with these strands tend to have magic deeply into their being. Or just have very powerful enchantments on them, or items.

Heartless: Heartless still have fate, but it is inverted and cut off from the world around them, and twisted on themselves. They are like static, horrible and terrible to look at. Noise also fall in this category.
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==Relationships==
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|Allies
|[[Mercade Alexander]], [[Riku]], [[Deidra]], [[Tom Magnusson]], [[Celina Duvalis]], [[Avira]], [[Cirra Constantine]], [[Sarafina Carenze]], [[Reize Seatlan]], [[Belle]], [[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Legion]], [[Isaac Hanlon]], [[Faris Scherwiz]], [[Tiger]], [[Maximilien]]
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|Acquaintances
| [[Gilgamesh]], [[Rapunzel]], [[David Xanatos]], [[Merilan Yursalin]], [[Beatrix]], [[Aerith]], [[Priel Aylin]], [[Cronos]], [[Morrighan Alazne]]
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|Adversaries
| [[Mica Melchiott]], [[Leida]], [[Scarmiglione]], [[Negaduck]], [[Uzuki Yashiro]], [[Kaydin]], [[Evja]]
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| Others 
| [[Dr. Facilier]], [[Sköll Ulfang]], [[Kaze]]
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|}

===Allies===
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|'''[[Mercade Alexander]]'''|| Forces of Restoration ||Twilight Detective Agency || Separation, time, and disagreements have plagued their relationship, but it still holds one of the strongest and most precious things Will has. He believes in Mercade.
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|'''[[Deidra]]''' || Force of Restoration || Twilight Detective Agency || After everything, she still accepted and even wanted to help Will. Will will never forget the trust the Gargoyle has shown him.
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|'''[[Tom Magnusson]]''' || Force of Restoration || Twilight Detective Agency || YOU ATE MY NACHOS! THIS MEANS WAR MAGNUSSON!
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|'''[[Celina Duvalis]]''' || Force of Restoration || Twilight Detective Agency || A witch who Will has known for sometime. She is matronly, even to him, despite the fact he's older than she is. However, Will does eventually listen to anyone that can cook.
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|'''[[Avira]]''' || Force of Restoration || Twilight Detective Agency/VALKYRI || Friend once more, even after an awkward conversation. They understand the other much better, and decided to move forward.
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|'''[[Cirra Constantine]]''' || Force of Ruin || Archadian Empire || She wouldn't let him apologized, and reminded him that words are empty. Actions speak louder.
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|'''[[Sarafina Carenze]]'''|| Force of Restoration || None || Baron also gives you wings! She is nice and motherly, and Will was happy to help with her kids. Though her husband is...well...a TV hog.
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|'''[[Reize Seatlan]]''' || Force of Restoration || Shard Seekers || Hopelessly unlucky. However, he makes a great projectile. Will gives him a hard time, but he knows that the boy's heart is a good one.
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|'''[[Belle]]'''|| Forces of Restoration ||None || During a bad time in Will's life, she stopped to see if he was alright. Helping him regain what he fought for, she quickly and quite easily became a friend to him. He regretted listening to her at first, but came to realize that even despite tragedy, people came to help him.
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|'''[[Tifa Lockhart]]''' || Force of Restoration || AVALANCHE || Owner of 7th Heaven, and a nice person. Kinda dresses like...you know. Helped Manhattan out allot, and generally has been nice to Will.
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|'''[[Legion]]''' || Force of Restoration || Twilight Detective Agency || An experiment from Isaac's home world with Vitatek, and being hunted by Cronos. Will has developed a genuine affection for some of them, understanding their plight in a way only he could. Extremely fond of Umi and Omi, but generally will do anything in his power to protect them all from Cronus.
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|'''[[Isaac Hanlon]]''' || Force of Restoration || Twilight Detective Agency || The Wizard in the attic. Isaac is very smart, very keen, and typically kinda to himself. He knows a lot, and generally gets on well with him...though he kinda wonders about the stares he gives them from time to time.
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|'''[[Faris Scherwiz]]''' || Forces of Restoration || None || Pirate King, and this is sooooo cooooooool to Will, if not for the fact that he'd have to get on the ocean again. No sir, he don't like that. Other then that, someone else to complain about Gilgamesh too. However, after learning a secret about Faris...two of them, he has become closer to the pirate.
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|'''[[Maximilien]]''' || Wandering Force || Twilight Detective Agency || Too full of himself, AND France. Typically thinks it's okay to steal from everyone...and has darkness there. However, I have to accept that not everyone is out to get us...what might be there is dangerous, but so is closing one's heart to everyone and living in regret. It was a lesson I learned.
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|'''[[Tiger]]''' || Wandering Force || ??? || A mysterious talking animal. Tiger is a kind soul, who is like a child's dream made real.
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===Acquaintances===
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|'''[[Riku]]'''|| Forces of Ruin || Shadow Lords || Harbinger of doom to Manhattan, but the time in Castle Oblivion with the boy has brought understanding to what Riku has gone through. With time, perhaps, Riku and he can be the friends they were before.
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|'''[[Gilgamesh]]'''|| Wondering Force || GILGAMESH || A strange individual with no ties to anything but his dog. His dog is a great guy, and often showers affection on him, because Will loves dogs.
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|'''[[Rapunzel]]''' || Wandering Force || None || Has the best hair, and the ability to use the best weapon: Frying pan. Will likes her attitude, and her kindness.
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|'''[[David Xanatos]]''' || Wondering Force || None || Their patron, and often a pretty okay guy. William can't help but think that he has another agenda...but as long as he helps them, and doesn't screw anyone over...he can't really say anything. Still, he has proven nothing but a good ally.
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|'''[[Merilan Yursalin]]''' || Forces of Ruin || None || Journalist, with WINGS! She seems nice enough. Will totally wants to get a story out to the world!
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|'''[[Beatrix]]'''|| Forces of Ruin || Alexandria || Powerful warrior of Alexandria...but a just sword. Will likes her, but she's kinda stuffy. But hey...
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|'''[[Cronus]]''' || Wondering Force || None || A victim as much as the rest of the sisters, and they did everything they could to save him. RIVALRY GET!
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|'''[[Morrighan Alazne]]''' || Forces of Ruin || None || Tsundere as <GOOSEHONK> but...what can you do. Max and Mercade want to help her be a better person, and I can't refute this. I ain't going to trust her easily.
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===Adversaries===
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|'''[[Mica Melchiott]]''' || Forces of Ruin || Shadow Lords || Ruler of a Casino, filled with people who seem to have lost everything to live for...except to gamble more there. Mica's use of the heartless puts Will off, but her attitude on the value of things and her general attitude in general has made an Enemy of hobo lad.
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|'''[[Leida]]''' || Forces of Ruin || Shadow Lords || Oh god oh god oh god! Get it away from me! I don't wana black out again!
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|'''[[Scarmiglione]]''' || Forces of Ruin || Baron || That man...he is no ordinary hobo! I will beat him, and drive his anti-hobo ways from the lands! Or convert him into one of my minions...once we beat the evil out.
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|'''[[Negaduck]]''' || Forces of Ruin || Shadow Lords || I will defeat you Darkwing duck! Bring it on!
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|'''[[Uzuki Yashiro]]''' || Wandering Force || Reapers || Full of herself...and weird. She keeps thinking people are things to play with, and I really hate that.
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|'''[[Kaydin]]'''|| Forces of Ruin || None || Dumb, stupid, and helped destroy Manhattan. Will will remember what he did, and never let him forget.
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|'''[[Evja]''' || Wondering Force || None || Judge bunny. Weird, and tried to get me to give up a piece of our world BACK to the people we took it from...who stole it in the first place! If she thinks she can keep my home from me, she's got another thing coming.
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===Others===
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|'''[[Dr. Facilier]]''' || Forces of Ruin || --- He has friends on the other side. Smooth talking and southern...he was okay with him until he tried to twist words towards Rapunzel. However, he is saved from being his enemy by sheer fact that his shadow is one cool cat. He's watching him though.
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|'''[[Sköll Ulfang]]''' || Forces of Ruin || --- Looks like Kaze, but less bright. Not sure what to make of him...friendly, but kinda...seemingly self interested. He can't blame him for that, but...he can't help but think something tragic is going to happen someday.
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|'''[[Kaze]]''' || Forces of Restoration || --- Bright...too bright. Will was nearly blinded by looking directly at him. However, due to his hobo like nature, Will feels that their fates are intertwined...rather Kaze wants it or not.
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|'''[[Priel Aylin]]''' || Wondering Force || --- Kind of a self interested person, but minus the kind of. Will wonders about her, but ultimately...can't do anything about the choices of another.
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= Logs =
{{Character Logs}}

= Cutscenes =
{{Character Logs|Cutscenes}}

Cafe Chat

2013-02-26T05:25:46Z

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:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr is at the place, as agreed upon. He doesn't have anything infront of him, at the moment, besides a cup of expresso. He doesn't like the stuff, but typically people get annoyed and ask questions if the Dark Knight (Or really anyone) sits in a resturant and looks menancing. He takes another sip, making a face and putting the cup back down. "How anyone drinks this swill is beyond me.." he comments, relaxing as he observes the rest of the building. He taps his fingers, it was fairly normal, for once...no swarming heartless, no monster attacks. A simple and quiet night, something he could get used to, if he wasn't so attracted to conflict like a moth to a flame. The darkness is still there, it is unlikely ever to leave him, no more than the radiance of Aurora were to leave her.

:'''[[Aurora]] has posed:''' Holding her skirts at just about ankle level, so as to keep them from touching the ground, Aurora enters into the Cafe; her dress turning from blue to pink just as she passes through the door. Paying the color-changing dress no heed, she glances around the Cafe, and heads towards the dark presence making dire faces at his cup of expresso. Her demeanor is bright and pleasant. Not overly cheerful, in a that sickly sort of way - but honestly happy, in an outgoing yet dignified sort of way. Stopping in front of the table, she curtsies, moving one foot behind the other and bending her knees. "We meet again, sir knight." the young woman says, by way of greeting.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr nods to the princess, moving to at least pull a chair out for her. It was...oddly courtly, for someone who was as crass as he was, and he even pushes it back in. Angantyr sits back down, a moment later and folds his hands over themselves as he looks at the Princess for a moment with a nod, "Yeah." is all he says at first, "I'm surprised you showed up, or have been sticking to the town for so long, given the last Princess I knew who was being persued by the Heartless was always weary to stay around any organized settlements for any length of time for fear of their safety. It appears you have a bit more resolve." he comments, "Or are better at hiding yourself."

:'''[[Aurora]] has posed:''' Aurora waits patiently while the chair is pulled out and she is seated. She appreciates the gesture, as well. She may be perfectly capable of seating herself, but ... these are not exactly clothes that are easy to maneuver in, and gestures of kindness and chivalry are always appreciated. She then listens to Angantyr's comments. Shrugging would be unladylike, so Princess Aurora makes a bobbing motion with her head, instead. "I'm afraid, as I do not know her, I cannot say, and would defer to pass judgement if I did." She is silent a moment, not thinking so much as allowing a polite pause. "I do, however, understand a bit about the one seeking me, and I was raised to ellude her, though I knew it not."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr nods slowly, "So someone is after you too, and they have control over the heartless?" he considers this for a bit, "Can you name them?" he might be able to find out who they are if he plays his cards right with Garland, if they are known to him. "You also expressed interest in talking to me, are you looking for a bodyguard? I am fairly experienced in these things." And always looking for a bit of cash, "The last Princess I met had a foe who had allies in a particular powerful group of people who could also use the Heartless."

:'''[[Aurora]] has posed:''' Aurora nods her head. "Yes, I can." she says. "Her name is Maleficent, the dark fairy. I can tell you of her, if you wish. I would also be interested in learning more of this other Princess you know." She pauses, and takes a napkin from the table, unfolds it, and sets it upon her lap. "But first, would you be able to get me a tea from the cafe counter? I would not wish to rush the conversation."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr's eyes widen a little. He coughs, and nods a little, and escuses himself for a moment. As he walks, he considers this information well. Garland was very clear about Malificent...she wasn't just the enemy of a Shadow Lord...but THE leader. Anyone capable of leading such a group is worthy of a bit of fear and respect...good thing Angantyr had some corruptive influences on him (IE: good influence) or he'd be turning this into something to take advantage of. At the counter, he drops some munny, "Tea, please." he asks, for, and a moment later is bringing it back for her. He sets it down, and returns to his seat, folding his hands again. His eyes consider her for a long moment, taking a sip of his drink again. "It is probably not like it is back home. I've never been a fan of tea myself."

:'''[[Aurora]] has posed:''' Aurora takes a small sip of the tea. "Oh, it is not the tea itself." she explains, as she puts it back down on the table. "Good tea has its virtues, of course. But so does bad tea. For in a bad tea, you can learn to show gratitude and patience - so even a very bad tea can serve a good end." She takes another small sip of the tea. "Thank you kindly, sir Knight. Now, where was I?" She pauses a moment. "I was born in a Kingdom known as the Enchanted Dominion. It was full of humble people, gentle hills, verdant forests, and magical creatures. On the day that I was born, the firstborn of my parents, my father the King and my mother the Queen called upon the land to come see me and offer me their well wishes. This included the three Good Faeries. It did not include the fallen faerie, Malificent."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr listens... He frowns a bit at the tea comments, he gets the message, it's just one he's not used to hearing. The story, he does listen to a bit without a frown, nodding to show he is paying attention. His hands continue to remain folded as he listens, not wanting to interupt right now. "Go on." he says, indicating that he doesn't have any questions so far, or anything else to say.

:'''[[Aurora]] has posed:''' "The faeries mere beings of a singular nature." Aurora explains. "As much magical as physical. The three good faeries could do no evil, could do no harm. They could only create, and do good. They gave me two blessings. The first was the gift of beauty. The second, the gift of song. Before they could bless me a third time, Malficient arrived, angry that she had not been invited. She laid a curse upon me, to prick my finger on my 16th birthday, and die. The faeries could not undo her magic, any more then she could undo theirs - but they could alter it, and so the third blessing was a resistance to her magic." She pauses, and sips the tea. "I was raised by the faeries in the woods. Oh, they were wonderful dears. The most pleasant and adorable and admirable people you would ever want to meet. We were family." She takes another sip of tea. "Much of the story is likely not of interest to you. I was raised by them, I met my husband, I fell victim to the curse and was put into a sleep. My future husband rescued me, she turned into a dragon, he struck her with the Sword of Truth, and she fell into a pit of fire."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Yet she still lives." Angantyr points out, "And...judging by your appearance here and now...had the last laugh." he says, shaking his head, "I'm sorry, it's a bit harsh of me. I know the loss in losing one's home." he appologizes. He still listens to the story up till the conclusion, "So...you are still carry the resistance to Malificent's magic?" hm...now that was something. A very interesting thing to know, for the future perhaps? He grows quiet again, seeing if there is anything left to the story...there was still the 'how you got here now'.

:'''[[Aurora]] has posed:''' Aurora nods her head. "Yes, I am here now. I carry the resistance to her magic. She fell into the pit, but returned, after having learned to control the heartless. She overran the world out of revenge, and while we could stop her, we could not stop her heartless. Our castle and its surrounding lands were preserved, brought ... elsewhere, but I was separated from them, and from my husband. The rest is a tale repeated for many."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' So her land still survived...he taps his fingers on the table for a moment, "It is a story. It is a story repeated many times here, I am afraid...sadly, yours is a bit special. Malificient from my understanding is fairly influencial in an organization called The Shadow Lords." he says, with a frown, "The Shadow Lords have already claimed more than one world...The World of Manhattan for example." Angantyr comments.

:'''[[Aurora]] has posed:''' Aurora nods her head. "So I have heard. But it is not special in that she is responsible for the ruin of those worlds, as she is responsible for mine." She takes another sip of tea. "You mentioned knowing another such as myself - another Princess on the run from the Heartless. Tell me of her, if you could kindly do so."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Princess Jasmine, from a desert land." Angantyr says, "Fearless except when it came to the suffering of others, kind, filled with a radiance that I can not properly describe, and...accepting. It is not often I get to talk with those who are so brilliant in the light, who do not talk down on those where the light refuses to shine. We met because she selflessly went into danger to try and save a mutual friend from a kingdom called Baron, and she asked me to protect her while she tried to escape the Heartless. We traveled for a time, but she eventually seperated from the group that started to form around her. I haven't seen her in a long time, but..." he shrugs, "I think she's safe." "I also met her persuer. A foul man, but powerful."

:'''[[Aurora]] has posed:''' Aurora listens quietly, sipping her tea. "I see." she says. "She sounds like someone I would very much admire." Aurora admits. "Some believe the darkness can be fought with darkness; sword for sword. But I think the best method is to try and change yourself, to be the best person you can be. Do you have any idea why they were pursuing her?"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "No." Angantyr says, "And it wasn't just the man's heartless. Lots of them. With and without the insignia. They claimed they just came after here wherever they went. I'd like to know more myself, if only to try and help her out a bit, give her time to hide and rest and form a plan to retake her home from the jerk who is sitting in her home." He says, with a shrug. ...He's being a bit honest here, he realizes, but shrugs it off. "Darkness is as much of a tool as any weapon. However, you also assume that darkness is always a choice."

:'''[[Aurora]] has posed:''' Aurora smiles. "But I was not speaking of weapons." She gestures a hand. "Please, though - you have something specific in mind. No doubt you are more well traveled then I. Please, tell me your opinion."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "If I had any ideas, I'd already have persued them over my friend." he counters, "I was commenting on your methods of fighting the darkness."

:'''[[Aurora]] has posed:''' Aurora nods her head. "So was I. Sometimes it is more important to listen in a discussion to talk. It sounded as if you had something on your mind when you said that the darkness was not always a choice."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Well...you told me your history, I suppose I should do the same, yes?" Angantyr speaks, "I am a Dark Knight, if you could not tell. I control and manipulate the darkness, I can travel through the corridors, I exist dangerously close to the heartless. My choice in the matter, is non-existant. I am, as you will, a sacrifice so that my family could continue to remain powerful weilders of light. It is said, long ago, our founding ancester made a pact with a otherworldly being, for great power over the light to drive back the darkness that was destroying the land. He was granted the power, but there was a cost, that one in every generation would be cursed to bear the burden of their darkness. I am the first born of the current generation." he takes a drink. "I've spent my life shunned and looked down on for my power, by my own family. The light, has not been very kind to me, if you have noticed, and I have been forced to master the font of darkness that resides in me. Lest it destroy me."

:'''[[Aurora]] has posed:''' Aurora is silent a moment to think about that. She finishes off the tea. "The difference, I think." she says, as kindly as she can, "Is that we all have darkness within us. We all get angry, we all feel jealousy, sometimes we are not kind. We can deny this and be controlled by it, we can accept it and give into it, or we can accept it, acknowledge it, and not let it control us. I don't see anything different." She is silent a moment more. "I consider the Light to be kindness, meekness, compassion, honesty, love. So if the light has not been kind, perhaps it only thought it was the light. Or perhaps it was that anger, that darkness, in those servents, who were ruled by that which they claimed they did not have, in those moments. If so, I'm sorry on their behalf."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr shrugs, "The brightest light casts the deepest shadow," the man says, "It's something I've lived by for a while." "There is no need to be sorry for them. You did not do it to me, they did. I don't think the light as my enemy, no more than I think the dark is my ally. Only a fool would assume that darkness is an ally." he shakes his head, "But as you said, it is about not letting it control you." he laughs a bit for a moment, "A few months ago, I'd have called you a fool and left it at that...but well, lets just say Jasmine had an effect on me. I don't feel spurnned by the light, no more than I rejected it for how I was treated." "Anyway, I digress. You have quite a bit of your own problems to deal with, and need not to shoulder mine."

:'''[[Aurora]] has posed:''' "The best way to solve one own's problems is, at times, to help another." Aurora replies, as she takes the napkin off of her dress, folds it up, and puts it on the counter. "It was a pleasure having tea with you. I thank you for the kind conversation."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr considers this for a moment, "Well, in that case. If you are in any trouble, you know how to contact me. Don't worry about it either, I rather enjoy conflict." he says, with a grin. "Perhaps a bit too much, but that is a different matter all together." He stands, as she escuses herself, "I am not much for conversation, but you are welcome for whatever it is worth. Be careful out there."

:'''[[Aurora]] has posed:''' Aurora curtsies in Angantyr's direction. "Thank you ever so much." she replies. "You are a very kind dear. I'll remember that, I promise. Have a good evening."

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2013-02-08T05:00:04Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/02/07
|Location=Traverse Area - Bodhum - Beach
|Synopsis=Ariel washes up on the sores of Traverse Town!
|Cast of Characters=Jack Skellington, Will Sherman, Sarafina Carenze, Deelel, Kaydin, CADUCEUS, Kim Possible, Ping, Tigger, Ariel, Clayton, Scrooge McDuck
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' It's dark out, because that is the standard status of this particular beach. The stars are bright and the air is clear, but there's a wind out over the ocean. The sea itself a bit rough tonight. Combined with the darkness, it's not really a great time to be swimming here. Nevertheless, there is a young woman out here swimming. Well, she is not swimming terribly well. In fact, she's crawling up onto the beach from the edge of the surf, coughing, and hacking up a good deal of water.

:'''[[Tigger]] has posed:''' Tiggers are knockturn animals. They are the best at being knockturned, because that must relate to bouncing. Logically. Of course. Having once again lost most of his party members by virtue of his relentless bouncing, Tigger has found himself on a beach at night. Tigger has been playing a game for the last few hours. The waves come in, flying high! Tigger hurls himself at them from the beach, pouncing them! Tigger gets swept into the water, disappearing for a few moments. Tigger washes back up on the beach, further down than he was before, rolling over and over before coming to rest on the wet sand. Tigger gets up, twisting himself around almost like he was wringing out a towel. The water comes off, somehow. He taps the side of his head, a rattling noise coming from somewhere, until he dislodges whatever inappropriate thing has gotten stuck in him this time. He shakes out his arms, wiggles around to rebuild his strength, and looks back toward the sea. The waves come in, flying high! Tigger hurls himself into another one, pouncing it! Tigger is swept into the water, disappearing for a few moments. He will start to wash up somewhere near Ariel, floating like so much debris. "Mrs. Lady, you need to do more floating," he says. "We all float down here donchaknow."

:'''[[Kim Possible]] has posed:''' Kim Possible is a school girl but even she gets days off. As a result, she came to the beach today. Unfortunately, most of her friends had to go home, but Kim doesn't want the fun of the beach to end on her own. Instead, she's decided to relax here for a little while longer, enjoying the calm peace of the night time sky. She lies on her beach blanket, thinking to herself about various girl-gossip topics, as well as the various missions she's been on recently. At the same time, she's occasionally looking at Tigger and giggling as he plays in the surf. Those giggles, however, will stop when she sees Tigger talking to what looks like debris... but it's not debris? It's a woman! Barefooted, Kim rushes towards where Tigger is, leaving her footprints in the sand as she struggles to get a look at what Tigger's talking to. "Hey, are you all right?" Kim calls out, not fully seeing who the person is yet.

:'''[[Scrooge McDuck]] has posed:''' An elderly duck is wandering down the beach, sweeping his cane back and forth as he sniffs at the ocean air. Occasioanlly he stops, bending over and digging through the sand for a moment before pulling up a piece of munny, which he brushes off and stores in his frock coat. With the top hat and the cane, he looks very much like he does not belong on a beach. Nevertheless, he sees the distressed young girl, leaning on his cane as he walks over to her, peering at her cautiously. "Ach, d'ye need help, lassie? Ye look like y'eve taken on a fair dose of water and mayhap worse besides." He reaches over to pat Ariel reassuringly on the back.

:'''[[CADUCEUS]] has posed:''' The sound of a lightcycle is heard as a green and white motorcycle which glows as it whines along. When CADUCEUS picks up the woman washed up on the beach he immediately turns, the cycle immediatly rushing at her and before reaching her, it glows and seems to disassemble into light and energy which goes into the glowing green rod He held. He puts the rod along his side which fastens to the glowing circuit lines and he pulls the disk from his back and begins to approach the woman and tigger, the disk giving a green glow as he scans her condition and determine the best couse of treatment for the woman. "Do any of you know her?" He asks of those nearby in a concerned tone.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' The young woman rolls onto her backside. She is a redhead, and is wearing a purple bikini - including a bottom part, because portals are weird. She seems curiously interested in her own toes. She looks down at them for a second as water drips off of them. Then, she lets out a little screech, like, "Eeee!" Then she notices that there is a Tigger next to her, and the Tigger is talking. She has obviously never seen a Tigger before (since Tigger has never seen her before, and he is the only one). So she lets out another, slightly larger screech, and backcrawls with mostly her hands up the beach. Her legs drag a bit behind her, in a numb-paralyzed sort of way as if she forgot how to use them. In the water, there is the quiet 'clonk' sound of a tiny crab facepalming. Faceclawing. The young woman then startles again as a hand is placed on her back. She looks over her shoulder and sees... a duck. Well, she has seen ducks before, but Scrooge is tall, for the usual sort of duck. She blinks at him a few confused times. Well, better try to play it cool. "Oh! I'm, uh, I'm fine." Ariel tries to figure out how to explain what she is doing out here. The truth is, she just swam through a door in a rock, and has no idea where she is or why she is there. She also notices both a campfire and a motorcycle. The motorcycle is a greater cause for confusion than the campfire, so she tilts her head at it.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will Sherman, king of the Hobos and the oldest Teenager to exist in the world has been brought to the ocean again. Not litterally...well maybe. Being a creature of fate, he sometimes finds himself in places he normally would not go...the ocean...that is such a place. Why? He hates the ocean, and most would say this is because he hates bathing, which is not true you just don't find many baths when living on the streets! No, Will has a geuine phobia of the ocean. So why is he here? Fate is a funny thing sometimes, both it and luck sometimes plays tricks on him, or subtly guide him to adventure in places...even in the most hated of places! Like Tonight, he had been watching the strange talking animal pounce waves from afar. If it were anything else, Will would have joined hours ago, but...the waves bring a shudder to him. The ocean is something to be avoided! Unless he has no choice. Like a young woman washing up on the ocean! There is a flashback...his eyes move as if caught in a dream...how long ago was it that he washed up on the shores of America? The memories of watching himself do it come to him, thanks to whatever magic existed in Castle Oblivion. Will shakes the memory from his head as Tigger shakes a fish out of his ear, and rushes down the beach, moving to help the young woman out. "You can teach her to float after we get the sea water and perhaps the fis-" And she starts talking. "Welp! She's fine. Hi, do you remember your name? Where you came from?" he pauses, "She looks in better shape than..." he pauses, "Most other people in her situation!" and then towards Scrooge, "Hey! Mr. McDuck. Long time no see, how's the ice cream buisness?" Oh man...people are everywhere. "Man this reminds me of..something.." the last time a bunch of random people gathered randomly at a place of a person who fell through a portal.. He looks around for trees and falling Rikus.

:'''[[Tigger]] has posed:''' Tigger doesn't see anything really the matter yet, but nobody's ever accused him of being bright. When Ariel screeches at him, he waves his mitteny hands in sudden alarm and submerges, knocked down by another wave. He is only vaguely aware of a whole bunch of people heading her way. Tigger has ... no real ability to affect his momentum in the water, so ends up a few yards down the beach before he finally washes up. Tigger wrings himself out again, smacking out a munny coin from the side of his head. He looks over curiously at the redheaded lady and the people coming over toward her. He pauses before going over to clench down on the end of his nose, drawing in a breath! Water sprays out of his ears. A lot. Don't ask. Tigger releases his nose, sighing in relief. He starts to bound over to the others. "Tiggers are the best at floating," he says, as if he needed to explain this to everyone. He is distracted by the lightcycle because it is shiny. Tigger diverts. He starts to approach the lightcycle.

:'''[[Clayton]] has posed:''' "Now what in blazes is that?" Clayton asks as the lightcycle comes onto the scene. He finds himself fascinated by the colors, the streamlined build of this marvelous machine. He had a brief feeling of being old and backwards, but dismisses it. He makes a mental note to visit a world with better guns. That ought to make his hunting trips a lot more fun. He only gets up when he sees tigger. It's...a tiger? No, not a tiger. He grabs his shotgun and loads up two shells anyway. He ponders shooting it. He could probably hit it from here, easily. After a few more seconds of it, he decided..not too. It doesn't look like interesting game. The way it talks makes his skin crawl a bit, but that's all. "I say, bring her by the fire," he calls to the group. A gentleman ought to help out a lady, after all.

:'''[[Scrooge McDuck]] has posed:''' Scrooge McDuck smiles pleasantly. "Oh, I'd happy to hear it. You looked like you'd taken a nasty bit of wet there, and not that it's me place to be suggesting night swimming isn't a fine thing at times, but it hardly seems safes t' be doin' it alone." Scrooge looks up at the others. "I cannae say I've met the wee lass before now." 'Wee' may be a bit of an exaggeration, as he probably comes up to Ariel's waist. His primary concerns seems to be with her, but he does offer a smile to Sherman. "Aye, there's profit to be had - it's not the size of business I'm used to, I warrant, but even a little enterprise can build into somethin' grand given the time and investment."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' The first Lightcycle is joined by another one it's just flat out blue as it zoome along saide the other ones. Ther'es no light wall today, nay. Why would there be there's no need for a fight. A very similar process happens to the second machinea s the first it derezzes it and she attache the rod to her pant leg. She's a bit strange metal like blue hair, bright green eyes and a bit of an odd complexion on the darker side ad she looks at the strange woman a little confused. "I have no idea CAD, though she doesn't look all right."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel pushes a little bit of wet red hair out of her eyes. She sees Kim and then Clayton talking - and looks really embarassed. "Yes, I'm fine!" She hears Will asking some questions. "My... situation?" Yes, dummy, she tells herself, the situation of almost drowning when you suddenly couldn't breathe underwater is probably the situation that he means. "Sorry. I'm Ariel!" she says, more cheerfully. "And I'm from..." Oh, drat, well, she doesn't really want to tell him that. "Um--" Maybe it would be okay just to pretend she doesn't remember. She would hate to have to be sent back there. So she affects a confused look - which isn't very hard because she IS confused, just not by THAT - and shrugs. "I, um," She decides it wouldn't hurt to just ask one question. "What beach is this? I don't recognize it." She starts to stand up. Or at least, she tries to. This is actually a very terrible idea, because she doesn't seem to have any control over her legs as such. Her knees knock together, and she tumbles over, falling at Scrooge and Will.

:'''[[CADUCEUS]] has posed:''' CADUCEUS would stand and try and catch Ariel, the circuit lines on him glowing brightly so even in this twilight setting he glows brightly. "Whoa easy easy...From this reaction I wager you have had little practice walking. Just take it one small step at a time." He says as he remains close so she could balance against him. He glances to those nearby and he would pull the rod with his free hand and holds it out. The Lightcycle rezzes into existance beside him and he would lead her to hold onto it and so others can come gawk at the glowing motorcycle.

:'''[[Kim Possible]] has posed:''' "I'm Kim, nice to meet you Ariel." Kim smiles a little as well. "This is..." A pause as Kim's smile turns into a frown. "Wait a minute, you don't know where you are? Then that means..." Kim looks down a little before looking at Ariel again. "You must have just arrived here, right?" Having only arrived not too long ago, she realizes that Ariel must be a recent arrival also. "Listen, everything will be OK. I'll get you a towel so you won't be cold," Kim comments as she starts back to her beach blanket, tripping over a rock that's sticking out of the sand and resulting in an 'OUCH!' as she holds her big toe for a moment before deciding to put her shoes back on. She reaches into her beach bag and is relieved to find she brought an extra towel with her. Dashing back to where Ariel is, Kim offers the towel to Ariel. "Here, use this. It's got a cool design on it, you'll like it!"

:'''[[Scrooge McDuck]] has posed:''' "It's all right," Scrooge says with a generous (at least, less-tightfisted) smile. "We're all from different worlds here. It's nae so unusual as it used to be, lass. I'm Scrooge McDuck, and it's a pleasure to meet ye." Then Ariel tumbles. "Ach!" He tries to help her stay up, dropping his cane - for a duck that's easily a septuagenarian, he's hale and strong - just not that big, so it's good that there are others here. "C'mon lassie, let's get ye warmed up by the fire."

:'''[[Clayton]] has posed:''' Clayton watches the party give Ariel a towel and help her walk with a calm detachment. His servants, a Chinese man and a man with a turban, get up to set down boxes and other things for people to sit on. Not exactly comfy chairs and pillows, but they should serve. Clayton is cleaning his shotgun with a cloth. The gun is huge with double barrels, gleaming in the firelight. He cleans it with the methodical care of a long-time user. "This would be Traverse Town's beach," he adds to the conversation.

:'''[[Tigger]] has posed:''' Tigger was totally referring to the blue lightcycle. Not the green one. That would be silly. He sees it just before it disappears, looking perplexed. As Deelel starts talking about the situation, Tigger marauds around her, trying to figure out where it went. It's kind of like watching a dog chase its tail. Another lightcycle appears! There's the green one. That was totally a continuity error. Happens to the best of us. Tigger loses interest in trying to find the missing one and flounces over to it. He puts his hands on the back wheel, trying to figure it out. He doesn't understand what it is or how it works. Ariel almost falls down, with several people trying to help her up. Tigger sees something he needs to immediately correct. "Like this!" he says, and pounces an empty patch of air next to the lightcycle. "You gotta wind up your springs to bounce high!" Tigger pounces ahead a few more times in the general direction of the fire, trying to demonstrate appropriate technique to Ariel. "You can do it, Mrs. Lady!"

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will's eyes have a strange...tone to them Ariel can see close up. It is faint, but it is almost like they glow... Will see's things in a strange light, strings of connection, those of bonds and fate...those who can reveal hidden darkness and light come to him. He can not shut it off, nor can he see without this strange...way. Despite all of this, Ariel is as normal to him as any other person, which is good. You want to be normal, because not being normal is... Bad. Sometimes. "Uh, this is a beach near Traverse Town." he says, "And you're from another world right? Yeah, so am I? Did...your world get eaten by Heartless too?" He asks, helping Scrooge help Ariel to the fire. "You're legs must have been hurt." he observes!

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel looks offended at CADUCEUS. "...What? Of - course I know how to walk!" She wobbles a bit more, until she is properly standing on her feet. "I was out in the water and-" Kim gives her a towel. It seems very nice. Underwater there is no use for towels, because there is no use to be dry. So she holds it up to examine it, then smiles, because she now has a New Human Thing. She gleefully wraps it around her shoulders. Then she - for some reason - flashes an OK sign back out at the ocean. She looks back at Kim. "Thank you, nice to meet you! I did just... Arrive here. You make it sound like something that happens. Am I not... the first to wash up here?" She thinks Bouncing is probably a little too advanced, but she is slowly figuring out walking. "Traverse Town..." No, she hasn't heard of it. When she's brought over to the fire, she looks wide-eyed at Clayton's gun. She's seen them before, but only shooting darts at whales. She is not sure if Scuttle told her what that thing is called, so she tries to wrack her brain. "Oh, so this is another world?" she asks Will. She sounds really excited. "Wait, no - I didn't - I don't think it got eaten. I-" She knits her brow. "I was swimming-" This is fine, not suspcious, right? No, humans swim. "And I was sucked into a door down in the ocean. I guess I got my legs caught, but... they work. See?!" She points at a foot.

:'''[[CADUCEUS]] has posed:''' "Her legs are healthy but she acts as those who have lost the use of their legs and regained them. Scans didnt reveal any signs that she has underwent any trauma." CADUCEUS says as he puts the disk back onto his back which stays for some odd reason. "It is difficult to explain, Miss, but appearantly there exists hundreds of thousands of worlds, and when something happens, something bad, people sometimes fall through into other worlds." CADUCEUS explains as he tries to continue helping her. "I am a doctor of sorts, atleast I can function as one." He says to those present.

:'''[[Tigger]] has posed:''' "We'll keep working on that," Tigger says to Ariel, when bouncing does not seem to be forthcoming. Tigger has no reaction to firearms whatsoever. The idea has never occurred to him. Tigger does know about fires. He moves up to it, steam coming off of him as he starts to dry out. He is looking particularly velvety today. Tigger looks back at CADUCEUS when he talks. He walks up to his leg and watches the energy move through his circuits. He will do this for a while, occasionally trying to lightly bat at concentrations of energy that pass in front of him. The batting is completely harmless. It's like being lightly tapped with the corner of a pillow.

:'''[[Sarafina Carenze]] has posed:''' Sarafina Carenze likes to relax too, though she usually doesn't go to a beach at night to do so. Instead, she has come because she's feeling contemplative. She notices a lot of people (and ducks) ((and one (the only) tigger)) fussing too. She looks over, concerned, her horrible abomination wings twisting back as she squints on over and--catches something about feet working. That only makes her more concerned. The last thing she wishes to do is crowd but she recognizes Scrooge--Will too--but Will has a thing with almost drowning and besides which--it has been quite some time since she last spoke with him. "Scrooge McDuck." She says, approaching. "Is everything alright?" She looks towards the teenager and instantly feels sympathetic. Teenagers. You give them an inch--and they drown themselves? No that's not right.

:'''[[Ping]] has posed:''' Ping has been sleeping on a short pier that reaches out over a small cove. He has a makeshift fishing pole propped up in knothole in the pier, a slender thread leading down to a bobber bobbing silently on the water. The bait has long since been nibbled away. On one of the logs that holds up the pier, a small cricket perches. One of its antenna is bent to shield its eyes and it peers down the length of the beach to where it has noticed some activity nearby. Its back leg taps lightly on the wood, as if it were deep in thought.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "Yup. This World is Traverse town...it seems to be a place where others from lost worlds gather." Will says to Ariel, and then looks towards Sarafina. "Hey! How's it going! This is Sarafina, Ariel." He comments, and helps set her down. "Well, nothing fate wise is messing with your legs...so nothing I can do to help you there." he frowns. "A...door huh? OH! You must have found a portal! Better watch those, because they can be dark and stuff, they can put you almost anywhere...well, anywhere they connect. I guess you found one here through the ocean." Will scratches the back of his head, "Well, the World of Ruin is big...so is Phantasia too. THough I guess it's getting smaller these days..." "Anyway, no need for that, We'll probably need to get you clothes. I mean, while going around in that is fine by me, you'd get cold!" Will winks.

:'''[[Clayton]] has posed:''' The fire is warm and inviting, and there are plenty of seats around it. The two servants begin to offer hot tea to Ariel and the others, and whatever foodstuffs they have. After all, it's only proper to serve guests. Clayton is always sure of that. Even when he is, presently, only wearing a white undershirt. His body is very well toned and tanned from being in the sun. He flips the shotgun open and starts to clean the inside, eyeing up the winged humanoid that suddenly arrives with that same suave look in his eyes, like nothing can flap his demeanor. "Night swimming can be treacherous," he says. "Wu, see to it the lady gets the pillow seat, would you?" he asks his Chinese servant. There's only one pillow. The man in the turban is the tea-bearer. "I once swam for two miles down the Amazon river at night, to escape from a tribe of headhunters," he mentions casually.

:'''[[Scrooge McDuck]] has posed:''' Scrooge McDuck looks at Sarafina as other people with more the correct proportions to help give Ariel assistance. "Well, this poor lass came through t' Traverse in the water. She half-drowned, but I think she's gonna pull through. I expect she just wasn't prepared - though she is dressed like she's been in the water before." He hooks his cane with one foot, lauching it back up into his hand as he hobbles towards the fire. He stops halfway there, sniffing for a moment before reaching down into the sand and pulling out another coin. He chuckles and tucks it into his coat. Scrooge doesn't seem to be put out by Clayton's gun - he owns several himself, wherever his mansion has gotten to. He does raise an eyebrow at it, though, since the beach seems an odd place for a hunt.

:'''[[Kim Possible]] has posed:''' Kim, meanwhile, simply stands off to the side and watches what the others have to say, before looking around as if looking for something or someone to appear. Then she looks to Ariel and notices the way she's walking. "Are you all right? Did you hurt your legs or something?"

:'''[[CADUCEUS]] has posed:''' "I think with time and practice she will regain complete control." CADUCEUS says as he would help her to the pillow seat and would turn to Deelel. "Derezz my lightcycle for me please?" He asks the music program before looking to the source of the patting and chuckles a bit. "Where I come from, everyone has these glowing lines like me. Different colors dictate different types of people."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel :looks over at Ping as they arrive and gives them a bit of a tilted look for a moment, she turns back to the other basic and nods. "I'll be honest I know little about how users are put together." She pokes her self. "Though we seem prehaps to be made of the same thing here? I do not know I must admit." She look to the strange girl for a moment "Still there's so many worlds, given how lost I was when I first arrived. I nearly hid from the sun...thinking something was exploding. She looks at teh woman for a moment and nods for a moment "Swimming? Humm I see and oh hello Will." She notices one of the more notable members of the TDA is here. "Well you are fornate you washed up here and yes they certainly seem to do." She'll head over and do so returning the cycle to it's rod state. "Gererally hints to the health or function of the basic in question. I'm a media program he's a medical one."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel is trying to take stock of the situation. What she understands so far is that clearly Larger Than Normal Ducks, People Who Glow, Tiggers, and... now Winged People, are also from other worlds, and this is one of them. But there must be humans in this world often. She looks a little worried, suddenly. She feels sick when CADUCEUS says sometimes something bad happens. She hopes nothing bad happened. She didn't want her world to be destroyed, or anything. He explains the lines. "Oh, I see! So you're a medical type of person?" Will says nothing 'fatewise' is messing with her legs, and she looks pretty confused at that. "Really?" She clears her throat, coughing up a last bit of water. "Okay. Yes, some clothes would be great, that's very kind of you!" She looks at Serafina. "It's nice to meet you, too. So in the World you come from, do all Humans... have big wings like that?" She says 'human' in a funny kind of way. She seems happy to sit on the pillow seat - and downright delighted to be handed some tea. "That sounds really dangerous. You must be a good swimmer!" But the weapon is a cause for concern. "You aren't planning on shooting at any fish with that gun..." she says. Well, it's more of a question. At Kim's question, she looks at her feet, and wiggles her toes again. "They don't seem to be hurt," she says. Then she adds, "I like your hair!" They match. The cricket down the way might also see a crab crawling up onto the pier. But this is a thing that happens all the time, surely.

:'''[[Tigger]] has posed:''' Tigger continues trying to catch the light. He would probably do this forever, but people start talking to him again. "You have shiny stripes!" he decides. "You're shiny, Doc. You could almost be a Tigger, but I'm the only Tigger there is." A servant gives Tigger a tea biscuit. He pops open his hinge-like jaw and puts the biscuit inside, chewing it. Tigger learns that he loves tea biscuits, but the call to adventure resonates with him. "Headhunters!" he gasps. "They're almost as dangerous as woozles! You better be careful, mister, or they'll steal all of your biscuits. Maybe I should have some more for safe keeping." Tigger moves away from the shiny people (with reluctance) to examine Ariel. He looks right at her legs. "We'll get you into bouncing form in no time," he says, with great confidence. "Tiggers are the best at coaching."

:'''[[Ping]] has posed:''' The cricket does look alarmed as it notices the crab crawling down the pier, presumably towards Ping. It hops down off its post and bounds toward the crab. With curious eyes, the cricket inspects the armored creature's arsenal. Two claws? Check. Weird eyes? Check. Lots of scary legs? Check. The cricket bounds back down the pier and inspects Ping's arsenal, now. Cool dragony sword? Check. About 130 lbs heavier than a crab? Check. The cricket shrugs its shoulders and figures Ping can deal with at least this tiny interloper himself. He bounds back up onto his post and watches the group down on the beach, again. Ping snores.

:'''[[CADUCEUS]] has posed:''' "Well my color actually indicates I am military in origin but yes I was designed to be able to treat any type of injuries, even cure certain diseases if given enough time and effort." CADUCEUS explains as he nods. "The brighter the glow the healthier people like me and Deelel are. Where we come from is rather complicated but rest assured, Deelel and myself mean no harm, we wish to help anyway we can." He says with a calm tone, seeming genuine. He pulls the disk from his back again and moves the broadside over by her legs. "This may tickle a bit, going to run a more extensive scan. What happens next is the disk lets out a green light identical to the lines on him. The woman would feel slight tingling as the other side of the disk reveals images and symbols which may appear to be gibberish but these seem to be things he understands. "Nothing out of the ordinary. Healthy strong legs." He says as he scans her now.

:'''[[Clayton]] has posed:''' "Shoot fish? With a gun? Wahahahaha!" Clayton lets out a deep belly laugh at that, slapping his knee. He wipes his nose briefly and shakes his head. "No no no, that's, haha, not my plan at all, I assure you. I'm just giving the old girl a thorough cleaning while I enjoy the ocean and a spot of tea. I'm something of an outdoorsman. My name is Clayton, John Clayton. You may call me Clayton, miss...?" he trails off, gesturing slightly at her. He has been doing his best to ignore the Tigger near him, but the servants laugh when he dispenses his wisdom. They seem to enjoy Tigger's company a lot more.

:'''[[Sarafina Carenze]] has posed:''' "Well, even experienced swimmers can have difficulty if dragged down by a wave, or other such things." Or, you know, die one of the most horrible deaths imaginable, but she is not going to mention that aspect in front of Ariel who, by appearances, nearly drowned. Must not be used to the ocean, Sarafina assumes. Talking tigers (or tiggers) are still pretty surprising to Sarafina but not so much she exclaims or anything. There's a talking duck right here, after all. Who is a super entrepeneur. A tiger that bounces is practically normal She listens to Ariel even though she calls her Serafina in the metatext like everyone else. That's okay. She seems nice enough anyway. "Ah--no." Sarafina tells Ariel, embarrassed--because she really doesn't want to explain this, she doesn't seem like someone who should be troubled by what happened. "Though there are winged people in these worlds." She uses HALF TRUTH skill to avoid properly answering. She squints faintly at the way she says 'human' but, well, it's probably just her imagination. She also doesn't seem to mind gun. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS WORLDDDD??

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will takes a biscuit and eats it! And anything else that is food NEAR him, like he is a black hole of food. "Alright. Hold on then, I can get you something...when you're legs are workin' better. For now.." he says, taking off his coat and putting it around her. It...kinda smells like homeless person. But it's warm, really really warm. "I know a place we can get you some clothes, but...hm, do you know how to get back home?"

:'''[[Kim Possible]] has posed:''' "Really? That's cool!" Kim replies to Ariel with a grin. "I kinda like your hair too. Either way, don't, like, try to push yourself too hard, OK? Your legs look bad. We should try to get you some clothes." Then she looks to Tigger and asks, "What's a Tigger?" Apparently, Kim doesn't know what a Tigger is yet! Oh the horror!

:'''[[Scrooge McDuck]] has posed:''' Scrooge nods knowingly at Sarafina. She doesn't have to state the unsaid - as a survivor of the Titanic, Scrooge is well aware of the dangers of the water. "Aye" is all he says before he makes it to the fire. Scrooge settles into one of the seats easily - this isn't his first time in one of them, and the whole setup rather reminds him of a similar set of gear he had during his days in the darkest jungles - some of those days he'd like to forget, honestly, but that's neither here nor there." He doesn't react at all to the way Ariel says 'humans.' After all, he's a duck, most of the people around here look pretty human to him. Well, except Tigger. And that cricket way over there that he actually doesn't notice. He ahems imperiously at one of Clayton's servants until they fetch him a tea and some biscuits.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' The crab does not actually seem to have much interest in crawling on Ping. In fact, he appears to just be trying to get a better look at the fire from this vantage point. He looks at the cricket, and then back over at the fire, craning... what passes for a neck, on a crab. "Oh, that's wonderful," Ariel says to CADUCEUS. At least one thing is all right, then (if unexplained). "Well, I'd love to be coached in bouncing soon." She has NO idea how to bounce but it sounds really fun. "It's Ariel," she says to Clayton. "...By the way, do you know someone named Eric?" She winces. That feels like a long shot in a way, but he looks like he maybe knows some people. She accepts Will's coat, weird smell and all. "I'm not really all that eager to get back home. I mean, I just got here. Tell me about YOUR world, what's it like?" Changing the subject seems to make her cheerful. She looks at Serafina and Scrooge. "Oh, and your world with wings and... the world of ducks. I want to hear all about them!"

:'''[[Ping]] has posed:''' Ping must be dreaming about something lovely. His expression is so peaceful and happy. He even mumbles a little something in his dreaming, something about a bath. The cricket pays it no mind. The cricket bounces down off of the post and sits down on the pier next to the crab. He glances up at the much larger 'insect' as if to judge any potential danger, and then smiles. A deep and meaningful friendship has been formed, certainly. He goes back to watching the group on the beach.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel looks over the woman for a moment as CADUCEUS conversees with them for the moment. "That's about accurate, it seems worlds can be wildly alien to one another in our experiance. She does seem curious as Cad is checking the strange redhaired woman over also she had no idea users could have /hair/ like that though she's not very fond of red due to its connection with the MCP.

:'''[[Clayton]] has posed:''' "Ah, Ariel. Pleasure to make your acquaintance...same to the rest of you." He adds this as an afterthought. Clayton carefully, perhaps lovingly, props his gun barrel-up against a nearby crate, then pulls out a wooden pipe, in which he places a generous helping of tobacco before lighting it up. He takes a puff, then blows a smoke ring over the fire where it lingers before dissipating. "I come from Earth circa 1882. Born in the Empire where the sun never sets...or Britain, in other words. I was on expedition into the darkest parts of Africa when I was cut off from my world. I do miss it." He sighs nostalgically. He rubs his chin when Ariel mentions 'Eric'. "I knew an Eric. Shoemaker by trade, adventurer by hobby. Got himself snagged by the tusk of a wild boar in Borneo. Tragic, that." He pauses. "Not the Eric you are thinking, I imagine."

:'''[[CADUCEUS]] has posed:''' "Interesting..." CADUCEUS says as he looks over the scan. "Most interesting." He says to himself and then he nods and the light vanishes. "You are a perfectly healthy woman. Nothing wrong at all." He says as he would then look about finally to the other people and then back to Ariel. "Unfortunatly Miss Ariel, most people here are from worlds which have had a...bad thing happen to them. The cause of this bad thing is a race of beings called Heartless, monsters which attack anyone and anything alive, those who are slain by them, become more heartless. These creatures when gather enough numbers can consume a world...People sometimes will pop up in the most odd places, the only connections between them is they have had strong force of will and incredible good, or evil natures." He tries to explain but in truth he seems to not know much about the subject in question.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will sighs... "It was a city called Manhattan." he pauses, many people here already know the story, "Tall towers, taller than the clouds. A city of millions of people, all packed into a small area. Lights, the city never slepted, day or night something was always going on. People always did things...and even in the darkness behind the veil of what most people see there were worlds onto themselves...the mystics, the strange people, the people who were beneath the notices of the normal...the city was teeming with life, teaming with people all who wanted to live. It was...beautiful." Will finds himself pausing for a moment, a tear running down his face. "Cuture and great works of art...children who went to school and became older, who went to even bigger schools called Colleges and looked for a place in the city as they grew. The city that changes, yet stays the same...it is...was like human nature. Even with the Heartless and the loss of the greater city around it...it still moved on," Will pauses again, and looks down. He stops talking.

:'''[[Tigger]] has posed:''' "Great!" Tigger says. He is very pleased! He will coach Ariel into the second-bestest bouncer ever (for the position of bestest is, ahem, well-filled right now, but we'll keep your resume on file). Kim Possible asks an important question. As if by supernatural power, Tigger is right in front of her an instant later. "Why, I'm a Tigger," he says. "I'm the only one there is! We're the bounciest, the springest, the flounciest things around! And what might you be?" Tigger squints, leaning in toward Kim's midriff. "You know that shirt doesn't fit," he mutters, conspiratorially. He gestures at it with a mitteny hand. "Maybe we can get you and Mrs. Lady some warm clothes somewhere. You aren't lucky enough to have fuzz like a Tigger. You don't want to catch cold!" Various important things are being said. Tigger's imagination burns with wonder. But there is something dissonant, discordant. Will is intensely sad. It calls to Tigger in a way that very little can. He touches Kim's hand as if to excuse himself, moving over toward Will. He reaches over to try to hold Will's hand. "Buddy boy, it'll be okay," Tigger says. "Whatever happened, it'll get better, I know it. You know why?" Tigger speaks with great sincerity. "Because if you keep your perspiration close to you, you'll be able to reach your dreams one day."

:'''[[Scrooge McDuck]] has posed:''' Scrooge McDuck is more than happy to share his own story. "Me world is a pretty big place, but I like the city of Duckberg, which I helped build from a little fort to the grandest city in all of Calisota! True, it be a far cry from Castle McDuck, but it's me home. Me nephews, me friends, and o'course me money bin. Ach, maybe soon. I've got all sorts of stories - I was once a grand adventurer, and I traveled all around the world t' make me fortune.""

:'''[[Kim Possible]] has posed:''' "Well, it's nice to meet you Tigger," Kim says while grinning. "But this shirt is worn short for a reason. It's... Well, I'll explain it later." She then looks to Ariel, and then to the others. "So, what's the sitch? What should we do for Ariel here?"

:'''[[Sarafina Carenze]] has posed:''' Sarafina Carenze looks on over towards the crab. Her stomach rumbles faintly. She hasn't eaten crab in ages. She shakes her head. Don't think about food, there's a lost soul here, who needs help and-- and... seems...totally okay with not being in her world? Seems more interested in theirs? Hmm. But what is she really up to saying about her world? Well. "I cannot say much about the world of ducks." She says wryly. "But my own world--I was a captain." Pause. "Of an airship. Which is almost precisely like a normal ship, except it sails over the winds." She grins fondly. "...Course, right now I can't make that claim." And then she asks a truly terrible question. "Your parents..." Oh dear. "Shouldn't they be worried about you?"

:'''[[Jack Skellington]] has posed:''' "Yes, tell her about everything. Every last little wonderfully horrid thing!" As something seems to pull itself up up from the shadow's that Ariel casts, the water having concealed his mysterious approach, the darkness enshoruding him. It moves from beind her, rising, overcast finally to move the shade over, the fire seeming to do little but to cast his pitch black and boney white form in contrast to the woman before him. Such words come from a very, very dead being that is much more of a tree than a person, stiff as a brick, and likely as cold as the bark on the very tree. Hands like claws initally, form far larger than it has any right to seem. Ariel's gaze might be to find that voice, but the voice is interested in finding her first, boney gaze grinning as he may seemingly appear, filling her vision, all too eager to welcome her. "So very excited about other worlds -- Yet aren't you afraid something terrible lurks within them, or around them? " He must ask, cackling! But it is the beginning and the end of such 'harassment', 'ears' perking as he listens to Clayton. "Oh, I believe I know that exact Eric!" He responds to Clayton, taking a few steps, "He does have a habit of hobbling, but a worn down shoe's much better than one new. Why, not even a snake could get into his shoes! How absurd!" He proclaims, striding into the firelight willingly, hands clasping together, dressed just as dapper as a scrooge!

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel frowns at Clayton. "Oh. No. I don't think so." But thank goodness that's NOT the same Eric. Her eyes widen when he pulls out the pipe. She almost tries to dive over and grab it, but then pulls her hands back when it's clear he is using it! She folds them again. ...Funny, he doesn't seem to be playing it too much. "That's a very lovely snarfblat," she says, happy she knows a human word and all. She looks up at Will, and nods. "Well, your world sounds very nice." She wishes she could see it! "But you'll get back there some day," she says with confidence, even though in truth she has no idea. And Scrooge's talk of Adventures makes her look gleeful; she clasps her hands. Sarafina asks her something that seems to make her sore, though. She pouts a bit, rolling her eyes. "Aw, my Dad doesn't care about me. He--" "AH!" And then she tumbles over almost falling off the cushion at the sound of a very scary voice. She jumps to her feet - which seem to work at least - but then Jack starts to talk to Clayton and not her anymore. He's still freaking her out, though. Well... she's seen bones before; fish bones. And it's not entirely impossible for them to get up and wander, if magic is involved. So he must be magic too.

:'''[[Clayton]] has posed:''' Suddenly there's a shotgun pointed at Jack's face. Clayton moves quite fast, and Jack just showing up, cackling and sitting with them is about the extent of the weirdness he can tolerate before getting ready to shoot something. He stands, hair slightly askew (he combs it religiously at least three times a day), eyes narrowed and teeth gritted. "What the DEVIL IS-" He makes a joke of some sort about Eric. Well, it's kind of funny. His gun lowers a bit. "What's your business, monster?" he asks.

:'''[[Ping]] has posed:''' Waking with a gasp, Ping sits up like a bolt, straight and tense. The sound of Ariel's gasps seems to have shaken him awake. He rubs his eyes and turns to look out toward the fire not far away from where he's sitting. Moving a short distance, he lets his legs hang over the peer and leans forward, squinting, to get a better look. On the pier, it is crab, cricket, and conscript, all sitting in a row. Ping whispers to himself, "Is that man... pointing a gun at a... skeleton?" The cricket shrugs its shoulder but Ping doesn't seem to notice. The image of a skeleton reminds him of his fishing and he scrambles to pull in his line. He's pulled in a boot, causing him to slump and pout.

:'''[[CADUCEUS]] has posed:''' CADUCEUS looks at Jack and aims the broadside of the disk at the skeleton. "Most intriguing...Your dead...A skeleton, and yet you walk and talk as if you are living. That is a very interesting world." He says as he would then look about. "I am going to get some clothes for miss Ariel." He says as he begins to walk off.

:'''[[Sarafina Carenze]] has posed:''' Oh she really is a teenager, Sarafina thinks. She must be overthink-- ...Snarfblat? She blinks a few times and then says, "Ah--yes--we...better do that." She decides not to mention the father besides a, "Oh that's too bad. You seem lovely." This might be a bit of underselling the 'dad doesn't care about me' stuff but she's about 75 percent sure it's just normal girl stuff. Even if her world calls pipes snarfblaats. "Mr Skellington..." Sarafina recognizes that skeleton...anywhere? Okay she turns off that line of thinking. "It's been some time."

:'''[[Scrooge McDuck]] has posed:''' Scrooge sighs, waving his cane threateningly at the crowd. "Ach, you people. Ye act like ye've never seen a talkin' skeleton before. There be all manner of strange beasties comin' from all the worlds..." And then he whips the end of the cane towards Jack, narrowing his eyes at him. "Though ye'd best be showin' the young lass some manners, laddie." It's... /possible/ that Scrooge is older than Jack. Possible. He calls him laddie regardless.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will looks up, right at Tigger who immediately takes his hand. Will doesn't resist or anything, Tigger is incapable of hurting him, if he even had the ability anyway. He blinks for a moment, and nods, with a smile, his free hand wiping the tears from his eyes, "Yeah...yeah, your right." he says, and then towards Aerial, "We will...it just..." He shakes his head, "I'm homesick. The worlds are nice, and everything...but I want to go home and be there again. Even if for a little while." "But we'll get it back...and the other worlds too." he grins a bit, returning to the more happy go lucky Will. "I'm sorry guys, don't worry about me, I didn't mean to take this down.." he looks at Jack, "Hey you're that guy who tried to play a trick on my friend." "Who are you?"

:'''[[Tigger]] has posed:''' Tigger shares a moment with Will. It's what he does. Suddenly, Jack! Tigger sees the frightful form of Jack Skellington and bounces up onto Will, grappling onto the back of his head like a bizarre hat. It is at least a very warm and squishy hat. Tigger stares at the ghastly figure, wide-eyed, tail sticking straight up and wobbling with distress. Tigger slowly relaxes when it looks like the horrible skeleton creature isn't going to devour them or take all the tea biscuits. He continues to grip onto Will's head anyway.

:'''[[Kaydin]] has posed:''' Normally this isnt noticable but since Jack has such a thin shadow, it does become noticeable. His shadow seems to grow, merging with other shadows until it is finally large enough a person could be completely covered by it. It was then that the shadows become intensely dark, and a pair of hands fly out of the shadow, grabbing the edges of beach as if someone is trying to climb out. Course with this being sand the hands continually slip until a sword flies out and stabs the sand, black chain connecting the pommel of the sword as a cloaked figure climbs out of the darkness, kicking a shadow heartless which happened to try and investigate the doorway. After a moment the cloaked man comes fully out and the shadows form back to normal and he is panting heavily as if he just climbed a great distance. With his hood off since he was lying down, his face can be seen. It was Kaydin for those who knew him, of course his hair has gotten much longer.

:'''[[Tigger]] has posed:''' Tigger, still latched onto Will's head, yowls in distress when Kaydin emerges from a shadow.

:'''[[Jack Skellington]] has posed:''' "My business here?" Jack asks in response. "Why, I was simply passing through, but to see such a group of lively people, it was too much to resist!" He proclaims, "I am quite charmed as well, sir! Such a compliment upon first meeting, though it wasn't my particularly best work. There was but a simple gasp! I had hoped for a shriek and the trailing of hair as she fell faint... it's far better this way, however!" He remarks, "Not many are very verbose while scared stiff." He continues. Oh, he has forgotten something, has he not? "Yes, I am very much dead, but - oh yes! That is exactly it." He bows, forwards, "I had forgotten to introduce myself. Jack Skellington is my name! Oh, Sarafina! You are still alive and well." Which is a mixed blessing, after all. He stands tall up once more, a boney fingertip pushing the barrel of the gun away, slowly. "Yes, I know for certain that I am not the first skeleton that may have dealt with, however less mindless - oh, but it was the very best of manners, sir! A good scare is but the best way to greet a new face!" To Will, he replies, "I do hope they were properly frightened!" Hmmming, Jack turns afterwards, almost admiring the dark portal that appeared. "My, such an appearance!"

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' It's likely the crab did not notice Ping was there until he sat up. He startles, just like Ariel did when she saw Jack, and runs off down the pier. Humans are scary. Ariel tosses her hair. Yes, Scrooge is being very practical so she should be too. "He just... startled me." She sits back down. Oh, CADUCEUS is going to get her some clothes. That's great! She wonders what kind they'll be. "...Thank you," she says to Sarafina, and now the topic has changed and she does NOT have to discuss her dad, so that is all wonderful. She looks at both of the creepy-looking people. She doesn't mind attention taken off of herself as she's curious about learning about them too. She tries to find her teacup, which was tossed when she got startled. She finds it, picks it up, and wipes off some of the sand using the towel. A Towel seems like a very handy thing to have indeed when traveling to unfamiliar worlds.

:'''[[Sarafina Carenze]] has posed:''' Sarafina looks towards Tigger and Will's head. "Your hats just get stranger and stranger." She adds wryly. SUDDENLY THE SHADOWS. THE DARKNESS. Forms into a person that she once left in a desert! Well that's what happens when you are impolite to the only ride out. She gives him a nod, still relaxed.

:'''[[Kim Possible]] has posed:''' Finally doing something different, Kim spots Jack Skellington and jumps back. "Gah!" She exclaims, looking a bit nervous. Then she frowns at Jack Skellington. She's about to say something, but doesn't actually speak after all.

:'''[[Clayton]] has posed:''' Clayton does not tear his gaze from Jack, looking into those hollow sockets. His pipe is firmly set in the corner of his mouth, puffing smoke rings into the air. Finally, he sits down, and after a few MORE moments rests his gun against the crate again, even as another shadowy figure joins them. "The situation with the worlds does make for some odd company," he finally says, then laughs stiffly to try and show he is not ready to shoot someone. It probably doesn't work. "I'm afraid provisions are light, but I have some brandy in the tent. Of which I will be taking a drink of, in fact. Pradeep! Get the brandy glasses, will you?" He grins. Alcohol always puts him in good spirits, no pun intended. He tries to make smalltalk. "I don't suppose any of you hunt."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will grins as he holds Tigger in his hands "Hee hee! It's okay Tigger, being scared is fun too! The...good kind of scares, ya know?" he grins back at Jack, "Maybe a little. She's easily frightened...not too hard to scare her I'm afraid!" he says, with a nod. However, with the Dark Portal, he tenses...then there was Kaydin. <GOOSEHONK> it universe! Why can't will be /happy/ for once! It /CONSPIRES/ him to be unhappy! "Get behind me." Will says and steps to stand infront of Aerial, And place Tigger in her care. "You! What are you doing here?! You think I'll /ever/ forgive you!" his voice growls...the kid who was so happy go lucky now speaks Kaydin's name as if it is a curse. "Leave. You don't belong in this place...a place filled with people /you/ made homeless!" he growls again, "Go now. Or else."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel watches as the other Basic heads off for the moment he'll be back sooner or later and she ponder shouldn't she go then again she doesn't have much in the way of user clothing really. She however pause at the dark knight arrives and her eyes narrow a bit she does look to Ariel and realises she'd not introduced her self. She'd said what she was but not whome. "Oh! I'm sorry my name is Deelel." The riches duck likely in the entire multiverse gets her notice however she's heard of him however with Kaydin here she's going for her id disk, and there's a hum as it comers to life. "Baron, is virial."

:'''[[Kaydin]] has posed:''' "While I am the reason why they are homeless, I am also the reason why many of them were able to still be alive and not heartless." Kaydin says as he regains his breath as he tries to sit up. "Are you going to attack me while I am down an unarmed or am I atleast allowed to reclaim my weapon?" He asks as he looks to those present, black chain wrapped about his arm and connected to the sword which is still stuck into the sand. "Maybe if your both lucky, Sarafina there can take my unconscious body out to leave me in the desert again once your both done."

:'''[[Ping]] has posed:''' Between skeletons, guns, talking ducks, and sentient computer programs, things look pretty strange on the beach of Traverse Town. But really it really is just a typical weekday night in this town of interdimensional refugees. It's the portal of darkness that gets his attention. He whistles and bounds up, racing to the start of the pier. A large, black horse answers his summons and dips low to let him swing into the saddle. The horse races off toward the flash of darkness visible. He grits his teeth, "Heartless." The cricket squeaks and bounces up into action, too, though too late to catch a ride on ping. He pushes the boot back into the water and hops down into it. Conveniently, there is a teaspoon in the bottom of the boot that the cricket uses as an oar, rowing away toward the ruckus.

:'''[[Tigger]] has posed:''' Tigger can be readily removed from Will. He's lightweight and not very large. He is powered by the innocent belief of children. Scared of skeletons? You bet. Kayden is almost incomprehensibly terrifying by comparison. His simple mind can barely process it. He can be handed off to Ariel easily enough. He's starting to slowly come out of the initial puff of shock.

:'''[[Scrooge McDuck]] has posed:''' "I hunted in my youth," Scrooge says. "Don't really have the taste for it these days - not most of the time." He sees people getting up in Kaydin's case - it's not his fight, but Scrooge McDuck sees the situation escalating. "Now see here," he says. "This poor lass has just stumbled into this world, and the last thing she needs is for the lot of you startin' a brawl right here on this very beach!" This seems /largely/ focused on Kaydin, but he's addressing the entire situation at large. His feathers are officially a little ruffled - after a moment, he reaches up to adjust his glasses, which have gotten slightly askew as he jabbed his cane in their general direction.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "I said go." Will demands, he does not ask, he /DEMANDS/. There is a weight to his voice that /shouldn't/ be there. That glow in his eyes is fiercer, there is something welling...wanting to get out. "Take your escuses, take your lies, and leave. Do not come back. Do not ever let me find you. I offer you only this one chance. I do so because.." he pauses, "I do so because Someone with large ears told me that I should at least let people have the chance for forgiveness. MAYBE you'll managed to right all the wrongs you've committed.." he pauses, "But do you think saving some people can make up for what you've taken?!" He growls, "DO you know how many people were lost Kaydin? DO YOU? Millions. MILLIONS." Will tries to calm down...hate won't bring them back... "Just...leave. I don't want to see you here Kaydin. Or ever."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel shakes her head at Clayton. Most hunters she knows are sharks. When Will lashes out at the Shadow-man, she makes a small, silent 'oh' of understanding. Despite the fact that she doesn't really understand. He made people homeless how? She looks at Deelel and is glad for the distraction. "Pleased to meet you." She now is suddenly holding a Tigger. Well, he doesn't seem harmful at all. So, these guys are bad guys. Will seems to be handling it. But she'd fight if she had to.

:'''[[Jack Skellington]] has posed:''' He positively smiles at Kim, Jack does, at least. "I find that kind of company the very best company!" Jack proclaims, sitting down as well, smiling quite cheerfully despite lacking skin, a mouth and veritable other things that allow such a function. He looks a bit odd, spindly as he sits. "I have much experience in hunting, but perhaps stalking is a different kind. Though I have scared a few to death...oh, wonderful!" He proclaims to Will, and his hat. "Oh, now, he has every right to be here, doesn't he?" He asks, unaware of Manhatten, or it's fall. To scrooge, "Oh? Is that true?" He remarks, stalking over to Ariel, leaning a bit down, legs bending a bit unnaturally, but he has no flesh, so it's easy. "Welcome, then! Now... why did you leave, may I ask, and wished to go abroad? ... Interested in seeing more?" He asks, finding a paticular soulmate in whimsical wonder.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel looks at Kaydin and isn't sure if she could bring her self to kill a user but she could darn well hurt this one. He willfully crashed an entire user system and she doesn't want to think how many of her kind were derezzed with the users who made them. Still she's not about to throw the first disk as she stares him down. Tiggers gets noticed but she flags him as harmless had Kadyin not been an issue she'd be utterly faciated about the strange creature. "Depart user, millions of users and how many of MY KIND!? How many basics were deleted along with their creators. Just leave Kaydin you are not welcome here."

:'''[[Sarafina Carenze]] has posed:''' Sarafina is disinclined towards starting a fight in front of Tigger, who is powered by the innocent belief of children. It just feels wrong on a gut level. But Sarafina can steel her heart if she has to. "You rewrite history well." She tells Kaydin. "Do what you came here to do and depart quickly." She gives a nod to Scrooge, agreeably. Seems reasonable to her.

:'''[[Clayton]] has posed:''' "Too old?" Clayton asks Scrooge with a thin smile. Or is it a sneer? "Ah, what a rush it gives. The planning, the preparation, the travelling...and of course, the build up to the final moment where you bag your quarry. Runs in the family; it was father that got me into it, dear old pap." He has Wu pour the brandy...though he pours himself a LOT of it. He's going to need a stiff drink around THESE characters. He takes a deep drink...while still smoking, no less! He pauses at the skeleton's words. "YOU hunt?" He sounds incredulous. The thing's made of skin and bones! Clayton assumes Jack is an undead human. Well, if he ate more sandwiches, he might still be alive. "Some might say the stalking is the best part, not the shot itself," he remarks. "Knowing the prey is out there somewhere, using all of your physical and mental power to track and nab him...there's nothing else in the world like it."

:'''[[Kaydin]] has posed:''' "The way I see it, kid, if we are busy fighting against each other then it will make it that much harder to bring down the shadow lords, now will it? So far you are the one with the problem." He says as he pulls his arm hard and the sword flies from the ground and he catches it. He then begins to unravel the chain from his arm and wraps it about the blade now. "And personally I would rather spend my energy killing heartless then having to deal with you, so calm down. We all have our sins and wrongs to make up for." He says calmly after finishing wrapping the blade. "Rewrite history? It's the truth, believe it or not I can care less." He says as he then turns to Ariel. "If she just stumbled into this world then she either found a portal or was thrown out when her world was consumed by darkness." He says as he begins to walk to her now, holding his sword in a reverse grip so the wrapped blade was against him. "Tell me, What do you remember before you woke here. Do you remember bright light or Darkness?"

:'''[[Ping]] has posed:''' Ping may not be very intimidating, but his horse is. The large, powerful horse kicks up sand and surf behind him as it barrels down on the crowd around the fire. Ping tugs on the reins and the horse rears up, its houves skidding through the sand, right up to the fire. The flames even flare dramaticly, illuminating him and his horse. He overhears the words, "Shadow Lords," and he calls out, "You're in league with those demons!" The horse settles down and wheels around the fire, Ping's eyes focused on Kaydin, as if to size him up. He glances back toward Scrooge, Ariel, Tigger, Will, and the rest before looking back at Kaydin. The cricket is making much slower progress, but its not long before the boot washes up on the shore and the little insect bounds out toward the camp.

:'''[[Tigger]] has posed:''' Tiggers are warm and pleasant to hold. He's like a heated pillow. Does he even have bones? Where does he keep his springs?! These mysteries and more will never be answered. Tigger stares at Jack Skellington as he comes nearer. He seems to be adjusting to the clearly not harmful skeleton. "Hello Mr. Skeleton?" he asks. The hunting conversation sounds like a similar but ultimately foreign language. Tigger may ape some of it later. Kaydin approaches. Tigger is still scared of him. He presses his rear end into Ariel's armpit, as if trying to slide around to hide in her hair.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "Ah, well," Ariel starts to say to Jack. "My world is--" She almost says, it's very boring, but it's not REALLY so boring. She has had lots of adventures under the sea, with manta rays and sharks and crashed ships and witches and magic and music... She looks back at the ocean for a second. Well, there is no turning back now, is there? She doesn't think she could reliably swim back down to where the door was if she could even find it again. "I heard some stories," she doesn't say from whom or where or if she made it all up, "about there being other worlds. I have always wondered if it was possible... So, yes, I want to explore as many worlds as there are!" She looks at Kaydin, and squints. "Well. It was under water. But it was... light, like a door made of light." She looks up suddenly. Oh, wow, a horse - and not a seahorse! It's beautiful, all four legs! She almost stands up to go see it, but Tigger is crawling into her armpit. Well, okay.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "You...feel no remorse for what you did?!" Will just stares at Kaydin. <GOOSEHONK> it Mickey... "Yes." he says towards Ping, "He worked with the Shadow Lords to consume Manhattan. It's gone...my home is gone and YOU helped!" Will says again, right towards Kaydin, "Don't answer him, Ariel." he warns, "He'll bring the Heartless there...again." he mutters. "What part of leave did you not Get, Kaydin? /Leave/ means go." He says, this time his stance shifts, there IS some hand to hand training in that stance, Ping might even reconize it...a bit bastardized, but it's defintely familar in style. "Or I'll cram you into that portal."

:'''[[Scrooge McDuck]] has posed:''' Scrooge McDuck shoots a warning gaze at Will, then at Kaydin, before turning back to Clayton, sipping at his tea. "I was hunting before you were even a wee laddie," he says. "It's just not profitable these days." He sighs a bit, hearing the two continue to argue - he may have to intervene again, but he's trying to be good.

:'''[[Kaydin]] has posed:''' Kaydin nods. "Thats good. It means she may have found that world's portal to the other worlds. Means she can get back to it if she tries to find it. Also means her world is in danger, I suggest finding the portal and helping those in her world better defend, but you good and noble heroes will most likely will ignore that idea." He says as he sighs as he rubs his eyes. "My homeland serves the shadow lords and I was a knight of my homeland trying to figure a way to turn the nation back around. There are still innocent people in baron that doesnt know their nation is being used to do monstrous things. When Manhattan fell I knew I could no longer serve them loyally if they intended to do more. So I left my homeland." He explains to those present. "I fight the heartless now. I came searching for Jack, to see how he was faring." He says, gesturing to the skeleton.

:'''[[Clayton]] has posed:''' Clayton frowns at the remark. Was this duck in a top hat mocking him? His expression briefly darkens, but then turns into something different. Something more sly. "Oh, I don't know. There's a market for almost anything...and people with disposable income enjoy the exotic, it reminds them of strange, far-off places they may never see." He winks a little. He largely ignores the little drama going on; the brandy is helping that. With it, he can take these sorts of things in stride a little easier. He is by no means a drunkard, though, as he holds the brandy glass correctly and isn't drinking it down too quickly. He lets the amber liquid breathe in the ocean air. The approach of a horse draws his attention. Ah, an Oriental fellow. "Ni hao, chap," he greets.

:'''[[Ping]] has posed:''' Ping's horse is restless. It can smell the tension in the air and the large animal's fight-or-flight response is struggling against Ping's attempts to corral him. He can feel his loyal friend's heart beating like a drum beneath him, hear his snorts and rapid breaths. Ping steers the horse around the camp as best he can but like Khan, he's just as confused. Just like his horse, he's ready to act like a trigger cocked. A cricket slides up onto the shore in a boot and bounces out, finding a little fiddler crab playing in the surf. He bounds in front of it and squeaks in his cricket tongue. The crab salutes with his little claw and allows the cricket to bounce up onto his back. Like Ping, the cricket now has a strong and loyal steed to carry him speedily into the melee.

:'''[[Jack Skellington]] has posed:''' "Oh! Yes, that's very familiar!" He remarks, a bit more silent now. "I hope you've found everything... so .. interesting so far!" He cackles a bit... goodnaturedly if at all possible. "I do want to see other worlds as well. Say, perhaps I can take you around to them!" He adds to Ariel, "I'm certain we'll see all of the haunts!"

:'''[[Tigger]] has posed:''' Tigger reaches a point where his brain seems to do a hard reset. He looks blankly out at Kaydin as he keeps expositing, saying a lot of complex things that he doesn't understand, and forgets that he's scared. Tigger hops off of Ariel and wanders back over toward the fire. He looks to appropriate more tea biscuits. "I should protect these from the Heartalumps," he says. "They sound like the worst kind of Heffalumps."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' "Oh." Ariel is pretty sure she does not want home to be overrun by a thing called the Heartless. So she doesn't explain anymore about her world, or if it's in danger or not. She's not really sure who to trust when Kaydin tells his story. But the majority, who all seem to be nice people, seem to be against him. "Great!" she says to Jack. "Well, once I get some warmer normal clothes. And if you need someone to help with..." The Heartless and everything, she supposes. She trails off, but gestures, they should see what she means. "I can do that, too. But I may as well explore this word while I'm here."

:'''[[Sarafina Carenze]] has posed:''' Sarafina focuses on Tigger, leaving Kaydin be for the moment. It's like looking at childhood personified. She wants to take him home and show him off to her kids.She shakes her head quickly, what is she thinking?? This is a living breathing(?) creature! She shouldn't think such things. "Perhaps you should." She tells Tigger. "What is a Heffalump?" Or a Heartalump for that matter. Maybe Heartalumps mean Heartless, but even then she's not sure what he's talking about. Still more comprehensible than Kaydin though.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will just... Stares at Kaydin. He like...wants to get mad at this guy, supplex him into a mountain and then set it on fire. But this guy is like a retarded puppy. Seriously, like a retarded puppy...He just...tries to get mad, but Kaydin just fails to understand anything on very concevable level so hard that Will kinda feels bad for him. "Heartalumps are bad news. The worst news...if you see one, you should run away, okay?" Will says to Tigger... "Or get me or someone like me who can make it go away." He says, ignoring Kaydin. He just...rubs his face, "There is a lot to explore too...so many neat worlds out there...including ones almost without water."

:'''[[Scrooge McDuck]] has posed:''' Scrooge McDuck can appreciate that Clayton knows his way around a glass of brandy. He sticks to the tea he had earlier. He gives Ping a hard look - a soldier, and a young one. Fair-featured, too, but all humans look ridiculous to him anyway, with their total lack of feathers and their insistence on wearing pants. Who wears pants /all the time/? "Well lassie, if you're going to be staying a while, you should stop by my ice cream shoppe," he says to Ariel. "Sea-salt ice cream, a wonderful little treat. Ach, I know!" He takes off his hat rooting around in it for a coupon. "The first one's on me, lassie. The rest ye'll have t' buy!"

:'''[[Jack Skellington]] has posed:''' "Oh I shouldn't need to ask you to assist me with anything, I'm quite alright! I'll gladly take you up on your offer to travel, though! I certanly haven't seen enough of the people of these worlds, much less the worlds they must all have! They're all so colorful, active... what's the word, oh yes, lively!" He admits, hands splayed out. Oh, seeing how he is faring? "Oh, I haven't been better. I admit, however... I haven't spoken with you in quite a while. Hmmm.."

:'''[[Clayton]] has posed:''' "Sea salt....ice cream," Clayton says, slowly, rolling the words around as if THIS was the weirdest thing, forget the skeletons and shadows and stuffed tigers. "You can't be serious, old boy."

:'''[[Tigger]] has posed:''' Tigger begins describing a heffalump with enthusiasm. "Oh, a Heffalump is... it's big, it's big and wide, and it has ... /horns/ and giant stompy feet and a tail on its face. And it eats hunny." "You can run off the Heartalumps?!" Tigger asks of Will. "I'll be watchful! You can count on me, buddy boy!" He salutes! And then he eats more tea biscuits. "I like ice creams," he says, with his mouth full.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel takes the coupon. "Thank you!" Oh, buy. She'll have to come across some human ... munny, then? It may take her some time to figure out how buying works, but she doesn't want to embarass herself by asking. She inspects the coupon quite carefully. She nods at Jack. "So, you must have an interesting story too. I'll bet you know witches and pirates!"

:'''[[Kaydin]] has posed:''' "I been sorta hiding as you can tell I am not the most popular man here." Kaydin says as he walks towards Jack. "I decided to come out of hiding, to do the right thing and protect those who were my friends at one point from the heartless and fight the heartless." He says to Jck.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will nods! "I sure can. Beat a bunch of them up!" he pauses, "Though if you see a short guy with big ears and a key? You should get him first." Will nods. He pauses, "Hey..uh Tigger. There was a little girl you bounced off with last night? Where did she go?" he asks. It is likely Will just missed Emi. "Yeah...this guy wouldn't even give us free ice cream after we recovered his recipe...well, besides the one." he sags, "Man you're just lucky it's good." he says to Scrooge. "Really good." "That reminds me...I gota go punch more heartless. I need more munny."

:'''[[Tigger]] has posed:''' Tigger looks back at Will blankly. His mouth opens a little as if he were going to answer, but there is nothing there. "Um."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel just is about as dumb founded as Will is she sighs for a moment and lowers her weapon a bit the disk then is shortly on her back. "I know how yhou frel about water. Stuff's instantly lethal on the grid." She seems to have relaxed now the drama seems to be over. She's not sure what to do about Kaydin honestly but what the heck to do about him. "If you need a place to sleep hit up the hotel in town they will have you doing dishes or cleaning but you'll get a room for the night." She also nods to jack, not sure still want to make of him other than he's quite the social being.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will pauses, "I mean, BOUNCE on them until they give up their munny." he says, with a nod. "That's what I meant."

:'''[[Scrooge McDuck]] has posed:''' "Nae laddie," Scrooge says to Clayton. "Sea-salt ice cream has always been a favorite o' mine - it took me ages t' discover the proper recipe before some /miscreants/ tried t' steal it. This young laddie and some others helped me recover it." he says, pointing at Will. "I admit, it's not high finance or prospecting for gold, but it makes me a tidy profit and I get as much of it as I like!" He chuckles to himself happily.

:'''[[Tigger]] has posed:''' "No the other thing," Tigger says. "I don't know where she went! One minute we were bouncing along, and the next she got herself misinplaced."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "Huh." Will pauses, he thinks about this for a moment, "Well, she's small and easily loosable. I am sure she'll turn up. Her sisters don't seem worried, so I am not." He grins at Tigger, "Lots of bouncing to do out there right? Even if she's not a Tigger, she'll still probably do it lots."

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel makes a mental note that munny happens when you punch Heartless. Okay. Well that seems easy enough. Of course, everyone knows that, right? Of course. And if you don't have munny, you can go to the hotel and do dishes. Okay. She nods to Deelel. Maybe the hotel is used to people falling in like that. She will have to figure out what the hotel is. Her eagerness to explore is really getting the better of her. There's so much to figure out. "Thanks. Everyone's been super-helpful. I'll try to find the hotel."

:'''[[Sarafina Carenze]] has posed:''' Sarafina says, "Oh." Pause. "That sounds horrible." W/re to heffalumps. She manages to say nothing else. OR rather doesn't manage to add anything.

:'''[[Tigger]] has posed:''' "Bouncing is the bestest thing there is!" Tigger says with renewed confidence. "She'll learn how to do it. You've just got to wiggle your rear and wind up your springs. It's as natural as can be."

:'''[[Jack Skellington]] has posed:''' The skeleton turns to Ariel once more, "Why, yes, I happen to know a certain pirate about here, but witches, zombies, creatures from the black lagoon, and even one that hides under your bed." He exclaims, grinning with glee, "For I know many a ghost and ghoul, if I do say so myself." He exclaims, "I'm sure you know many lively, living being yourself... like a baker, or a candlestick maker, I'm certain. There's always that man, Eric, you had spoken of." The Skeleton turns to Kadyin, tilting his head, a bony finger pressing against his cheek. "It's a pity the heartless didn't work out... but they're such a good wealth of terrible ideas! .. Fighting for your friends? But what of your other friends?"

:'''[[Ping]] has posed:''' Ping starts to get the feeling that even if Kayden is in league with the Heartless, he's the kind of danger that's not going to sneak up on him, but talk him to death. He slides from his saddle and tugs on his horse's reins, working to calm him. Meanwhile, a cricket perched on top of a fiddler crab continues its charge up from the beach, intending to do battle.

:'''[[Kaydin]] has posed:''' "They seem to be doing just fine without me. Guess I just need to kill heartless." Kaydin says as he would begin to walk off. "Take care of yourself Jack. Pray the heartless doesnt ever consume your world. And watch out. These hero types are about as trustworthy as the heartless." He says as he walks off.l

:'''[[Clayton]] has posed:''' "Well, I'm sure it fetches a decent income but, you'll forgive me if I choose to stick to what I know...and love." Then talk turns to the Heartless. "I have had run ins with these 'Heartless' myself, travelling here and there. Dreadful creatures, that. At least they go down with a few well placed shots. Not the only dangers out there, though. Recently I fought shapeshifting monkey men in ancient China." He nods to Ping. Then he laughs. "Imagine, men who can change into beasts. It's just absurd, and...wrong. Very wrong. To go savage like that.":

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "A Pirate? You don't mean Faris?" Will asks Jack, and then he turns back towards Tigger. "I dunno man. I can hop on my feet, and bounce even...Well.." Will grins. "I'm pretty good at that." he says, and bends down, stretching a bit. Then, without warning, Will /litterally/ jumps straight up...a good six feet off the ground. He lands, and grins, "Not a Tigger, I'm afraid, but...I think it's pretty good." he looks towards Ping, "Hey come sit down and don't worry about...him. Seriously." he shrugs, "Not now anyway...not here." he motions towards Tigger. He can't beat someone up infront of Tigger.

:'''[[Tigger]] has posed:''' Tigger claps appreciative at Will's bouncing. "Like that!" he says. "That's a good bounce!" Tigger is quite pleased. As long as he can find people to bounce with, he'll make it anywhere.

:'''[[Ariel]] has posed:''' Ariel seems intrigued, if a little concerned, when Jack mentions all the scary people that he knows. She should be brave of course. But then he mentions Eric, and she nods. "Yes. But, uh, I don't know where he is right now, so..." She takes a step back, and huddles into the borrowed jacket. She'll give it back to Will later, as soon as CADUCEUS comes back with real clothes. "Thanks everyone so much for helping me out of the water."

:'''[[Jack Skellington]] has posed:''' "Oh no, another! So there must be more than Zeke here!" He proclaims, hmming. "Prey? Of course they will be prey if they come back! They've worn out there welcome, haha! For I, Jack,the Pumpkin King won't welcome them back! Especially not with what they have done!" Well... maybe he'll let the small, nice and behaving ones. He's not an iron ruler kind of person. "A hero.. type?" He thinks, rubbing his boney chin. "I'd never imagined they came in different types... oh. Well, if you need clothes as well, I know a certain someone who does wonders with a needle! I'll have to talk to Sally then, for you... oh, but perhaps I should check in with the mayor first, it's been a bit of a while since I've been back home."

:'''[[Ping]] has posed:''' Ping reaches down and scoops up a little fiddler crab that races up at his feet. The cricket on board is tumbled off into the sand. "I'm watching you..." He peers at Kayden before he disappears. "Take care." He says to all the rest of the folks gathered. To his horse, "At least we can have some crab stew..." A cricket bounces up after being spilled into the said, shakes his head, and straightens his antennas. He bounces up onto Ping's leg and then into the tiny cage he wears on his hip. He pulls the door closed. Starts to walk away, leading his horse down along the beach, away from the conversation.

Hades Cup: Team Two Ladies and a Tramp VS No Sleep 'Till Man

2013-02-07T17:42:52Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/02/06
|Location=Traverse Town - Coliseum
|Synopsis=The members of the TDA have it out in the Hades Cup to determine who gets to be the MAIN CHARACTERS! WHO WILL WIN?! HOBO OR DETECTIVE?! JUDGE DREADETTE OR LASOR MAGE?! THE SWARM OR whatever Avira is?!
|Cast of Characters=Will Sherman, Mercade Alexander, Avira, Cirra Constantine, Emi Dennou, Isaac Hanlon, Tigger
|Tinyplot=Manhattan Restoration
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Welcome to...THE FIRST MATCH OF THE HADES CUP! Yes, seriously, we're the first match. Like herding cats, I swear... The stands are full of cheering fans, many have already taken sides! A lot of Manhattaners have come, all of them cheering for their hometown favorites...knowning that they fight for their hope...of course many murmor that Hades set this up, to try and limit the number of actual Manhattanites. Will walks into the arena, stepping onto the fighting arena. He waves to the crowd, kind of self concious...this is sort of a first time that he had done something so public. He scratches the back of his head and turns towards the other end...he'll be fighting his friends soon...this is... Man this is going to suck.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira seems to be stumbling on the fact that she actually has some fans. Fans! People thankful for VALKYRI helping them she could understand, but straight up sports fans? Then again, their participation was mostly because they all wanted to win that Shard. There is no doubt in Avira's mind that this matchup is intentional, especially to weed out some of the other Manhattan-based combatants. It really wasn't that widly known that Avira could be counted in their numbers, but her teammates, Mercade most famously, certainly were. Decked out in her full gear and carrying a shiny new buckler shield, Avira's all ready to roll. Grinning, she gives the crowd a wave as she strolls into the arena. She's certainly smiling, even though she knows she's going to have to fight people she'd call friends. "Well..." she calls out to Will, "At least whoever wins will have some Manhattan going forward....right?" Avira doesn't sound all that enthusiastic about that though.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi is on Will's team! Only one member of team Dennou can go per event because otherwise it's super cheating instead of just 'being sketchy', ie: being more than one person is fine so long as she's only one body. Emi was GOING to be the one on the field today but Umi DEMANDED that she get to fight alongside Will which, really, makes sense since she has the most experience working with him. Emi acquiesced and the other Dennous have decided to stay in the stands. "That's right, it's like any tournament saga!" She bobs her head a few times. "We have to do our best so that the best chance for Manhattan moves forward, The Network explains after having read too much of the japanese mangas." She looks towards the screen for a few moments.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra Cosntantine has reservations about being on this team. A lot of reservations, most of them are named Max, some of them are named her superior officers. THe Judge of Wrath stands in full armor near Will and Umi, she's kept the helemet on the whole time she's been here and has hardly spoken a word. She gently flips her scythe around in one hand as she observes the other team, but pauses to ask a question. "What is a manga?"

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade Alexander is here to represent for... THE OTHER MANHATTAN TEAM. He strides out into the sandy grounds of the Coliseum, being cheered on by the locals! Yay! Mercade looks around, giving the people a goofy wave (not a Goofy Wave). There's something about this that buoys his spirit. The edge of adrenaline, the soul of competition... And maybe just a little roughousing with his friends. Mercade isn always up for a little game. The Detective claps his hands, rubbing them in anticipation as he looks over the opposition. "Hey guys!" Mercade greets the others (and gives Avira a highfive). "Are you ready to rumble?"

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' The first match is the hardest to organize, 'tis truth. Isaac is in the coliseum! It's not terribly surprising. He's dressed totally normally. There is no crazy coat, crazy hair, or crazy music. He's got his hands in his coat pockets, and appears to be pretty much unconcerned about the fight. It may not be the first time he's had to fight people he liked. This time they've even got magic healing waiting in the wings! "'Sup," Isaac calls. He jerks his head upwards slightly in the standard city-dwelling American form of greeting. "Everyone set for this?"

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will looks towards Cirra, "Comic book but written in reverse and japanese. All the people are drawn with large chests and BIG ROUND EYES and small mouths." AND THE MATCH STARTS! OOCly sense Team No Sleep Till Brooklyn Won the throw, they get to go first! This is just a initilize combat pose and a explain something to Cirra pose! IGNORE THIS!

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' "LET'S GO EVERYONE! PLAN ALPHA!" This would be impressive, except since Mercade never actually defined what 'Plan Alpha' is, he assumes everyone else is just going to do what they're going to do normally. COORDINATION AT ITS FINEST. Mercade backflips, getting some range as he pulls his gun with a practiced flick of the hand. He sights down the barrel in preparation to start raining down ballistic pain!

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Funny, Isaac seems totally okay with fighting friends! Same with Mercade. It's as if they both have done this before... "Plan Alpha?! What's plan-" pause, "OH RIGHT PLAN ALPHA OF COURSE!!" There's a faint shimmer across her left palm, which happens to be the hand Avira has /not/ pulled out the Spine with. The shield she carries remains attached to her back, unaccessed as of yet. Briefly, she taps that hand to Isaac, giving him a conspiratory wink before running off...after Umi?! Poor little Umi?! There are strange blue 'caps' along each serrated edge of the spine. It appears to be some kind of foam, meant to blunt the blade for the fight.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac doesn't wait for a response, largely because it's time for, "RIGHT! PLAN ALPHA!" He sounds like he totally knows what Plan Alpha is. (He's a better liar than Avira, clearly.) Avira taps Isaac. He feels a little bit lighter on his feet. He shoots her a sunny smile and coughs out something vaguely arcane, then pats her on the forearm, fingertips abuzz with glimmering cyan energy. Isaac steps to the side and moves to /the back row/, a wall of fire springing up around him. It does not scorch the ground, but it makes for excellent SFX.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will pauses... "Plan Alpha? Really? I thought we were going to take it easy on you? Well, IF THAT IS HOW YOU WANT TO PLAY MERCADE!" Will reaches up, grabbing the strings of Cirra, himself, and Emi...they are going to need a bit of luck to help them through this match, and Will does LOVE stacking the deck...it's sort of what he does! "Alright Well, you have activated my TRAP card! HA! What about that! I can sound like I have plans too!" Mutter fancy plans..

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Umi is also probably the one least conflicted about fighting Mercade, Isaac, and Avira. She likes them just fine, but the others would be more likely to just let them win. Dennous can be pretty lazy and, really, it's their home not hers. Then again, maybe it could be her home someday. Just like they told-- Umi figured she better go after Isaac, but before she can go on the offensive, Avira is TAKING THE INITIATIVE and charging her. Girls--they take initiative. "Plan Alpha?!" Umi NEVER RETREATS NEVER SURRENDERS!! But she does advance backwards while facing Avira a few feet. "The Network is ready for your Plan Alpha...and counters... With Plan Beta!!" She snaps her fingers--her assault actually taking the form of... an assault! Namely, it's an electric pulse that fans out from her fingers, threatening to crash into Avira--and Isaac Hanlon besides! Not only that, but electricity ripples out of her legs, leaving little charged volts shimmering around the two, keeping the arena a bit...tingly. This is of course ignoring the strategy that Emi had formulated for this which was basically 'everybody on Isaac before he destroys everyone' but well helping with tactical advice isn't something Emi can do, that's cheating, so she is basically just keeping Umi from her thoughts at the moment.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra does not understand why you would read anything backwards, it sounds very silly. Nobody has a plan, everyone acts like they do. This makes Cirra sigh, "Is this a fight or a posing contest?" Running forward, She holds one hand plam flat against the pike blade of her scythe and chants under her breath. Runs glow, burning into the flat of the blade and Cirra swings the weapon around in her hand so she can thrust it out at a single target, hte energy lancing off like a hammer to shatter magical effects surrounding Issac. She quickly ducks down and sweeping her legs under his before spinning back up swing the (thankfully blunted weapon) across the technomage's torso. Yeah she remebers him from the sandbag contest.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' "You don't have a plan, Will! You're allergic to planning! We had it diagnosed medically and everything!" Mercade yells back. He is, however, more intimidated by Umi. "PLAN BETA!? Is that the one where you beat up on defenseless mages?" This is more than ten lies because Isaac can blow everyone up at once. He levels his guns, and points them at Cirra and Umi, unleashing a bunch of bullets! These bullets are, however, tipped with special mythril inlays that mess with magic. Cid gave him a guarantee* on it! * - Not actually a guarantee.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' In a way, Avira should have anticipated this outcome. Not the outcome of getting zapped by Umi-that's pretty much a given when facing the Dennous. However, given Isaac's performance in the strength contest, that he's being singled out by the big bad judge is definitely something that should have been forseen. Friendly contest or no, Avira's always kind of worried about getting between a Judge and their target. Too bad she has no choice. With a sudden twist, Avira whirls around and sticks the Spine into the ground. Her hands lift and along the length of her arm, a shaft of ice appears. Her hands draw back much like a bow, 'firing' the shard at the Judge. Shortly afterwards, she's taking up her weapon in hand and closing the distance. "Oh, I can give you a fight, alright." Blue light envelopes the Spine, shining much more intensely than Avira's seen before, mostly thanks to Isaac's intervention. Mightily, she swings the now ice-imbued weapon at Cirra repeatedly.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac may in fact be able to blow everyone up at once. Maybe he should've settled for bronze in the strength competition or something. Cirra's energy lance hammers into Isaac's barrier. He spots it before it hits him, pulling both hands out of his pockets. One goes right out in front of him, palm forward, a faint, mercurial glow gathering in it. The other is, of course, holding onto a very mundane-looking tablet PC. The energy hits the mercurial spot, rippling through the enchantment and scattering it. The dispelling magic definitely worked, but it looked... directed. Maybe spelling down a wizard is not the best plan. Hitting him with a big stick? Definitely a better plan. Isaac jumps straight up, trying to get above Umi's electrical pulse, but gets knocked straight down by the Judge's total bias. He hits the dirt hard, dropping to a kneel and interposing the fire-wall between himself and her (fortunately padded) weapon. It takes most of the impact, leaving him not wheezing. "Okay, that was a little hasty. I think you should work on that; I think you're being a little --" Isaac winds up, flicking a scattering of what looks like blue sparks up in a manner that is intended to be distracting. He springs up into the air again and hurls a pulse of vaguely ring-shaped violet light downward at Cirra, local gravity rapidly increasing around her. A follow-up gesture brings out a burst of sound like an ear-splitting guitar riff, the noise bursting out of the ground and accompanied by a brief tremor. "-- /judgemental/!" Yeah, he went there.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will winces as Cirra cuts into Isaac...and then they all respond by blowing the /<GOOSEHONK>/ out of her. "Ouch. HEY! I do plan, what the heck do you think I was doing...like..." he pauses, "Nevermind...that's not something I wana get into right now." UGH...bitterness tastes so bad. He suddenly dashes, aiming to get in close and personal with Avira, "Hi." he says, before aiming to strike her with his palm, before trying to flip off of her and RIGHT towards Mercade. His fist collides, or attempts to collide with him, before he falls back to the ground...each hand trying to tear through the strings of both of them. He stands up, "So...we're still getting icecream after the game if we beat your mercilessly?"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' The Traverse Town Coliseum is presently hosting an event. Or rather--a PART of an event. THE HADES CUP, in fact, of which the PRIZE is a World Shard--a piece of Manhattan that needs to be collected in order to draw that world back out of the Darkness. They've actually been going on for some time now! The preliminaries have ended and this is the first COMBAT BATTLE between CHAMPIONS. Two teams of three do battle with one another, one gets to move on--the other fails forever and has to drown their sorrows in sea salt ice cream. The stands are populated by enthusiastic audience goers--despite a recent battle against a Hydra here, people generally cope pretty well with giant monster attacks here and have come to see the match. Among those individuals are three identical 'twins', who seem to be looking down and watching a fourth identical 'twin' participate in the fight. Tigger senses indicate they are prime pouncing targets, though the one on the field has more room for pouncing provided a pouncer does not mind risking friendly fire for the purposes of a pounce. We will call that one on the field Umi Dennou. Yes they have this naming scheme. Umi is probably the best duelist out of the hivemind. As Mercade unleashes BULLETS--she bats them away with electromagnetism, sending them spinning into the ground rather than accidentally sending them flying into the audience or something. That'd be awkward! She swings a hand back, not wanting to pick on Isaac, but she does want to get folks off her judgemental back. Even if she totally broke poor Max's heart. The jerk. She swings both arms forward, guiding one towards Isaac and the other Avira---but in truth she's actually just firing a bolt for Avira, the other being a feint--the assault takes the form of a couple hefty bursts of electricity and a tiny one that lands near Avira's feet. "Will! Give Cirra a hand huh?" The other members of the Network watch, deadpan as ever.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra aggresses, and is aggressed apon for her efforts. The ice blade smashes into her armor and the mithrilo bullets cause some kind of magical short circuit that depletes her defenses. Its the earthquake causing gravity thats a real problem though. Slamed down to her knees and the ear shattering noise slams her back across the arena floor, sliding to a stop on her back. And her hand slaps the ground, wellsprings of energy flowing up from the arena floor to cascade around Will and Umi in protective forces.

:'''[[Tigger]] has posed:''' You can no more will the Pounce than you can command the sea. To be so arrowgant to try is to risk ant-hillation. So says the Tigger. TIGGER IS UPON YOU but is not as yet involved in the proceedings. He has bounced into the stands from somewhere, bouncing across the empty seats by using each one as a springboard. He wiggles and bobbles as he leaps from chair to chair, exulting in the simple act of bouncing. He may not even be aware there is a fight going on, the bright light show washing over him without leaving an impression on his childlike mind. "Boy it's noisy," Tigger says to himself, springing parallel to the fight in the stands. "Guess I just need to jump higher!" Tigger escalates his bouncing, rocketing over the crowd. This may be solely for the benefit of flash photography, as flashbulbs bloom across the opposite set of stands. The sudden surge of light briefly blinds Tigger. "Oh! Who turned on the lights?!" Tigger wails, bouncing with even less direction than usual. He ends up flying into a hot dog vendor, causing a terrific crash! Foil wrapped devil dogs and adult beverages go flying!! Tigger surfaces a few moments later. There is a foil-wrapped hot dog in his ear. He doesn't seem to notice it. He staggers down the stairs, eyes spotty from the flashbulbs. "This sitcheration is intollyable!" he shouts, waving his hands around. The hot dog keeps bobbing in his ear. "It's a good thing Tiggers are the best at navygating in the dark."

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade grimaces as Will punches him with Fate. Itchy. Tasty. Mercade skids backwards from the hit, and looks over the battlefield. Umi's trick with the electromagnets is going to be trouble, he can tell. It's like everyone is resistant to gun, what the hell. He keeps trying to run around the edges, watching the barriers raise around Umi and Will. He shifts targets, focusing on shooting them with the same bullets! Tiggers are in the stands! He's sure it'll be a thing later, but right now he's too focused on trying to win. "You keep saying that, Will, but you have to actually follow through!" Mercade says. "That said, yes, we are totally getting ice cream. And maybe steak. I'm getting hungry."

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Will smacks Avira across the face and in response, Avira gives him a look, reaching out suddenly with her free hand to grab him by the collar and drag him in close before he gets away. "Hey. If you're gonna hit me, at least do me the honor of closing your fist! Jeeze!" she lets him go and starts to sidestep, apparently quite focused on the Judge. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Umi charging up. Believing that she's entirely out to target Isaac, she quickly darts in to push the wizard aside. So while the blasts do hit her, quite painfully in fact, she does it believing that she just spared Isaac from a /terrible fate/. "Get behind me." she mutters to him, lifting the Spine. "I'll keep 'em off you." Staying where she is, Avira seems to give the air in front of her a good, hard, slash. Somehow this allows a windy force to extend beyond the length of her blade, this aimed at the distracted Cirra. For a few seconds, she does take a step away from Issac so she can swing the Spine upward in a two-handed grip. What was wind before once again becomes the ice from earlier, which twists and shapes itself into a much larger wintery blast. That magic looks vaguely beast-like, though it's far larger and a lot less refined-looking than usual.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' There's a feint!! Isaac gets ready to defend himself, and--!! Nope. Feint. He looks almost disappointed. By this point, he's hovering maybe two feet off the ground, standing on mid-air as easily as solid ground. He doesn't so much fly as he does just kind of hang out, making a point to ascend to keep out of immediate melee range. Especially for someone who uses a scythe, which is not a weapon particularly known for its excellent reach. He does however leave himself open to Avira being /a hero/. Isaac tumbles, bouncing along the two foot mark like it was solid ground with an undignified, "Ack!" He rolls back to his feet, mostly by the grace of magic than his own dexterity. "Uh, sure!" Thumbs-up! Isaac doesn't do the fancy magic thing, with the ice wolf. He thinks the ice wolf is kind of awesome, but doesn't really grok it. He glances around for something to use -- and spots the flash photography, courtesy of excessive bouncing. Isaac shouts a quick incantation, sweeping his hands up and making an 'o' with the fingers on his left hand. The light continues to flash and flicker inside it -- and then there's a brighter FLASH, warm and brilliant and ultimately blinding. It may be enough to instantly provide a tan to anyone struck by it.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will blinks as Avira catches his collar?! "Wait what? Seriously, it's...this is what I do! It's /martial arts/! God..." he says, and brushes his hobo rags off. Before he jumps back, as Mercade attempts to give him the buisness. Will wiggles a finger at him, before Isaac unleashses SO MUCH FLASH PHOTOGRAPHY at them! He looks burning slightly, and looks back at him...He frowns... He is sure Cirra is about to murder someone... So he dives towards Avira. "YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND!" he says, before aiming to uppercut her, moves around and aims to repeatedly give her a one two combo by punching at soft points, aiming to tear at her fate strings, and curse her with BAD LUCK... Not that she needs his help with that.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Mercade manages to plow Umi in the arm with a bullet as she counters with another quick bolt of electricity. It's not much--but the timing on Mercade's shot was JUST SO that it slipped past her defense while she was shifting to an offensive state. EIther that, or she's saving up energy and decided taking a bullet as just fine and dandy. Isaac also goes to the trouble of unleashing a flash, burning Umi's skin faintly, but it doesn't seem to blind her in the slightest. Woop! The air is positively thick, particularly around Isaac, with ionized air, the ground shimmering consistently with small electric bolts. "Sorry about that Avira! The Network apologizes also to Isaac Hanlon." This is a bit of a headsup on his behalf, but they don't want to seriously hurt him and want him to be able to at least brace himself for what is about to happen. Umi likes to win as much as anybody else, in fact she's kind of hyper competitive even in activities she has no skin in. A small leap into the air through a sudden reverse of magnetic forces and she draws out a coin. This is pretty obvious what she's aiming for here. She points the coin towards Isaac and says, "Special Technique! Actually Emi invented this thing!" She flicks the coin with her finger, propelling it forward magnetically at super charged speeds! MEANWHILE Tigger bounces into a hot dog vender. The other Dennous are nearby and end up splattered with hot dogs. Emi manages to quickly snag one out of the air and shove it under her shirt. Hey, free food. The others are more clobbered due to the unsuspecting nature of the Tigger. Emi's hording nature is only what protected her. She gets clobbered in the face with a Hellweiser Beverage a moment later. She turns slowly towards Tigger and approaches him. "Tiggers...? The Network inquires as to what a 'Tigger' is." She may be doing this, in part, because she wants to grab that hot dog in his ear and eat that one too.

:'''[[Tigger]] has posed:''' A dramatic battle is going on in the arena. Tigger is almost entirely oblivious to it, still flash-blinded. He can hear banging around and shouting, but that's all the time. He has more pertinent problems, like stumbling around in the stands. He has his mitteny hands in front of him to help navigate, waving them around in arcs to try to figure out if anything is in front of him. This leaves him vulnerable to inspection!! His hot dog is totally undefended, and seems almost perfectly intact. "The nets work?!" Tigger asks the phantom voice. "Tiggers don't go in nets! Tiggers are the best there is!" Tigger thinks he can see well enough to bounce. He flings himself onto his rear end and sproings into the air, sailing back up onto the edge of a railing. He bobs along on it unsteadily, tilting toward the side with the hot dog in his ear. He spins a little bit to keep himself upright. "Oh-oh-oh-oh ... theee wonderful thing about Tiggers, is Tiggers are wonderful things! Their tops are made of rubber, their bottoms are made out of springs! They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy fun, fun, fun, fun, fun!" Tigger sproings off the railing, hopping back toward the voice. "But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers is I'm the only one!"

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra is in armor, but the flash is bright enough to daze her and as she covers her face, the widny icy slash from Avira smashes into her and freezes her right arm, incasing it in a soid block of ice. "Tch..." Cirra takes her scythe one handed and leaps, descending on the person causing her the biggest problems right now: Avira. THe blunted scythe comes down, tryign to harangue Avira by the neck as the Judge spins around, sling her to the side and jumping after her to try and plant the butt end of the shaft in Avira's stomach before another rune infused blade tries to tear down the woman's defenses.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "I'll get over it!" Avira calls back to Umi, her muscles twitching every now and then. "Yeah but...open palm and all..!" Avira's a little adverse to getting pimpsmacked around, especially by friends. With her back still facing Isaac, she seems nonetheless with her attention divided between Will and Cirra. When it comes down to it, she might be able to evade one of them, but not both. Will dives at her. The shield on her back is finally torn free as she leans backwards out of range of the incoming uppercut. The shield slips around, used to fend off the fists with one loud thunk after the other. She can't evade having her fate strings messed with though. If Will wanted to mess with the brightly glowing strands, he could go right ahead. The effects are seen immediately afterwards as Cirra leaps in and Avira misjudges her angle of attack. The smaller woman is yanked sideways by the neck, away from protecting Isaac, and flung through the air. Though she manages to uneasily land on her feet, Cirra's quick follow-up has her falling backwards with the butt of the scythe jammed into her stomach. As she hits the ground, the final blow descends, too fast for her to roll out of the way. Avira wiggles and flips herself over on the ground the first opportunity she gets. The Spine is unexpectedly abandoned as Avira shoots in low and tries to take out Cirra's legs by wrapping it up. The weight difference might not work out in her favor but Avira is damn determined.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac appears to be surrounded by /ions/. He's not sure what's up with that. Is Umi going to do something crazy like set the entire air on lightning, hitting him with a huge bug-zapper?! Actually, that would be kind of cool. He quickly jots that down as a brief note on his tablet, making sure to figure out how to do that later. There's bound to be giant insects somewhere. "Sorry for whaaaAAH!" Isaac figures out what's about to happen just before it does. He spreads his fingers and shouts something vaguely Latin, shoving the air to the right. Another purplish pulse shoots forward, then abruptly turns into a pulsing cone that goes in a different direction altogether. The magically-created railgun projectile in the form of a coin flies off to the side -- which happens to roughly coincide to where Mercade is. "Uh, whoops." Isaac winces. "So, that was actually really cool; could you show me how you do that when we're done here?" The benefit of fighting friends is that when you're all done, you can see if they'll share their combat technique with you. It's really an excellent side-benefit. He wiggle-waggles his fingers and mumbles words that mean nothing at all, splitting his concentration some. Then, Isaac points at Cirra and Will with two extended fingers. There's a surge of cyan light, swirling about his hands like tamed fire. He cuts across the ground beneath the two of them with violet GRAVITY BEAMS, the blue fire racing along them, slicing neat circles out of the coliseum where they're standing. Local gravity abruptly reverses for about three seconds and then normalizes, and the curious magical flame does its level best to cling to them like tingly napalm. It doesn't really hurt so much as it does exhaust.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Isaac is faced with a terrible situation! He does what he can to solve the problem, which is to divert the hellishly powerful shot straight at Mercade. Don't worry, he's GOOD FOR IT. Mercade's been preparing for this! The coin promptly makes a THWONG sound as it hits something under Mercade's shirt, and Mercade himself is sent flying to the ground. He blinks, and looks under the shirt, where TWO pans were. And they have holes in them, only to be barely stopped by the bulletproof vest under that. Ugh. He's going to be feeling that one in the morning. He rolls, getting to his feet and rushing to one side, cartwheeling through the air dramatically as he unleashes GUN-FU on Emi, trying to launch and juggle her in a flashy and dramatic fashion! But it doesn't quite work out that way.... OR DOES IT?

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' The fight between the TDA members is getting...interesting. Avira's shield gets in the way of his strikes, causing his brow to furrow a little, "For the love of! It's a PALM strike not a slap! Seriously! EDUCATE YOURSELF! Ugh...if Han were here he'd have a fit right now!" Will mini rants at Avira... Then a hotdog, which was thrown into the air by Tigger's bouncing earlier finally lands in his hand. Bun, with the approprate condiments, and the dog itself. Will blinks, and starts eating. "Huh. Not ba-..." And then he is already leaping backwards, the gravity BEAMU just narrowly avoiding the hobo lad. "Ouch! Brutal Emi!" Will hasn't started digging deep yet...and he wonders if he should... Instead, he moves quickly upwards, aiming to bring himself closer to Mercade and Isaac. His hands ripping out towards Isaac's strings, aiming to focus on him. "HEY! NO HIDY! FIGHT LIKE A MAN!"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi is shocked to see Mercade dive in the way of that strike. So is Umi for that matter. Such wondrous teamwork! She's surprised, for that matter, that Mercade is still standing. Umi unleashes a zap from her hand, but misses Mercade entirely, blasted away from Mercade by his GUN FU. Hopefully it wasn't actually Emi who is in the stands, anyway! That would have been awwwkward. That's her second and third bullets of the night, her electricity powers protecting her from getting seriously wounded but the blast impact is still significant. "Sure..." Umi wheezes." Actually we were hoping to ask you uh--" She is in enough pain she forgets to respond to Avira. MEANWHILE Emi has difficulty understanding Tigger. THE NETS WORK? That's not what she said. Right? Right. She says, "Uh." The hivemind is flummoxed. Eventually she says, "...But we are not tiggers, The Network repeats that you are the only Tigger, apparently." She looks towards the other two Dennous in the stand as Tigger sings and spins and...that hot dog. So close. Yet so far out of reach. Even if it's hard to think about hot dogs when a tigger is singing and pouncing. Emi secretly thinks this is the most amazing thing ever. She does not vocalize this. Instead she says, "Therefore, we can...go in nets." She nods firmly. It's like another language, but Emi tries to speak it anywat despite not being fluent in Tigger. She may or may not have tapped her foot along with the song. The ability to prance about like that while blinded is truly the mark of skill and pizazz. "There is a hot dog in your ear." Emi tries to broach this subject. Umi is still a-hurtin' but she tries to get herself up and back into the fight! She does this via-- --hefting up her assault rifle and firing several shots for Avira--charging a few electric bolts off at her as well, but nothing too major. She must still be a bit winded after unleashing ZA RAILGUN.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Avira's attempt to tackle Cirra doesn't work, she jumps back, sliding along the arena floor until she is intercepted by Isaac's beams which send her flying upwards with a interrupted "Ooph-!" cirra swivels her head and looks at Isaac and flings the scythe from her one mobile hand to go sailing through the air hit the mage. The thingly fairy fire is swatted at but it's mostly an annoyance. The gravity reversal releases and fals back to the ground, kicing her feet overhead to control her fall into a swan dive as she reaches out her hands, slaming itno Isaac as she lands with both arms on his shoulders. TThen she does something regretabble. She tears off her helmet and kisses him right on the mouth. And you know does the energy drainy thing.

:'''[[Tigger]] has posed:''' Meanwhile, Tigger continues to confuse people who are even passingly literate. Tigger blindly reaches up for the wrong ear when Emi tells him he has something in his ear. "What?" he says. "I can't hear you very well! I think there is light in my ears." Tigger continues to hop about through the stands, working up more momentum. "The wonderful things about Tiggers is Tiggers are marvelous chaps! They're loaded with vim and vigor, they love to leap in your laps! They're jumpy, bumpy, clumpy, thumpy fun, fun, fun, fun, fun! But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers is that I'm the only one!"

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade was ignored! Awesome. When Umi does her lighting thing, Mercade takes the opportunity to toss the now-useless pans in the way to take the electric zappy doom for him. He's allergic to zappy doom. "WILL, STOP CHASING US AROUND! GET BACK IN THE CORNER!" He yells at the Hobo King, but he doesn't shoot at Will! Instead, he settles for shooting a lot of bullets at Cirra (who is engaging in Doom Makeout with Isaac) and Umi (who continues to be all zappy and electromagnetic). "Hey Cirra! What would Max think?!" He calls. Yes, he plays dirty.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Making out can be regrettable when poisonous lips are involved, right? "Then why don't you go palm strike Mercade!!" Avira calls after Will during that brief ranting exchange. Some guys..! Rolling to her feet, Avira's quick to scoop up her weapon in her right hand as she does so. It's not a moment too soon either, her forward momentum enabling her to keep moving, preventing Umi from getting a decent target lock on her. Rifle shots bury into the coliseum ground in her wake, followed by several short blasts of electricity. "C'mon guys! We can do this! I know we can!" Avira calls out, "And even if we don't, we're going to have someone from Manhattan going forward! Then we'll be one step closer to bringing that world back!" In Will's sight, Avira may be a bit harder to look at for a few moments as she speaks. It's not Jasmine bright but he'll wish he had shades.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' "Who's hiding?!" Isaac calls. "I'm standing like four feet above the ground! Jump, gypsy!!" Will does something funky. Isaac feels a little tingly. He sniffs, as if considering an odd odor that has wafted into the air. Then, reflexively, he checks his shoes. Yep; laces tied together. Must be that weird luck stuff Will likes to play with. "Will, could you possibly take this a little bit s--" Isaac gets beaned by a scythe. The haft glances off his head, sending him stumbling, throwing his arms out to steady himself as he sees stars. He feels something heavily armored slam into him, and he drops right for the ground, reflexively gathering up as much power as he can to fuel his shield. The thing hasn't been working out for him. Maybe he needs to recast it. Cirra puts a damper on that. He is about as confused as one might expect, given that he's suddenly getting kissed by the crazy woman with the scythe who, just a moment ago, was trying to beat the crap out of him. He's perhaps somewhat relieved when he feels his stamina get drained in that fashion. That's something that he can deal with. It is /way/ less confusing than a rather overt come-on from the Judge in the middle of a fight. Isaac, perhaps unexpectedly, kisses her back. A second later, he feels uncomfortably warm to the touch; a second after that, her energy draining technique gets turned around on her. The effect is not unlike trying to put way too much current through a low-voltage wire, or maybe like sticking a fork in an electric socket. Isaac is the electric socket. /Then/ he breaks away, trying to get some distance between them before she breaks his jaw or something. He promptly falls on his ass, because Will's /mere presence/ tied them together comically. He thinks he may have bruised himself in the fall. "Wow, that wasn't what I was expecting," he gasps. He rolls over, pulling his feet underneath him and clearing his throat, hastily, well, wiggling back into the air. It is not terribly graceful. He wishes it was, considering the broadcast venue. Isaac takes a second to reestablish his focus and catch his breath. That took it out of him. He's not certain if it's because Cirra was attempting to suck out his soul, because she was actually a good kisser, or a combination of the two. He throws Avira another thumbs-up while he puts his hands to his knees and focuses on breathing. He takes a second to snap his fingers in the direction of some of the sound system components he made sure were around this time. YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS. BGM CHANGE: http://youtu.be/WlBiLNN1NhQ

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "Sorry Guys." Will says suddenly. He is avoided like the plague this round, and he SEES what Isaac is about to do. Well...this are about to get rough, Will clenches a hand...if they aren't going to hold back...why should he. He digs down, reaching into himself, as his eyes flash. There is a moment as he see's everything...the strings of fate are lay before him as he dives right towards Mercade, aiming to smack into him head first, before he punches him right across the chest with an OPEN palm...before he flies from him to try and Goomba stomp Isaac! However, bouncing off of him, he has a hold of both of their fate strands...or should! Something DARK travels through his hands, before aiming to surge painfully down towards Isaac and Mercade, trying to rend their fate completely in a single horrible attack!

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra always has impeccable technique. Though she doesn't let Isaac maintain the reverse flow long enough to put her out of the fight, she does lurch back from it and wipe her mouth with the back of her hand. Then Mercade decides to play dirty, not that he needs to. The bullets spang off her heavy armor and she flinches, rolling right off Isaac. She then stands up and clamly walks over to Mercade, and slaps him just hard enough for it to be felt. Then she walks off the field and sits down on the bunch, having been eliminated.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' ALL THE DENNOUS GASP AT ISAAC'S CHICANERY. Well except for Emi who is really more concerned with Tigger here. She reaches out, trying to get at that ear-hotdog but she can't seem to catch Tigger with her hands. He's just too flouncy! What is a Dennou to do?? "Tigger perhaps--ah...that is...The Network..." Emi begins, flailing her arms up and down but Tigger just keeps on singing. She can't help but tap her foot along and have a little bounce in her step too, but Tigger is just all over the place. And singing. It's good Riku's not here--singing seems to drive him into a dark place. Perhaps a musician stole his lunch money once. She tries calling out, a bit louder, "There is a hot dog in your ear, The Network explains and cannot believe she just said that?" MEANWHILE UMI. Mercade unleashes more bullet. It manages to take down (so to speak) Cirra but Umi manages to propel the bullets awya from her body once more. "Oof!" She says, stumbling back and away from Mercade. Her vision's a bit cloudy, no way she's going to hit Mercade in THAT condition. She shakes her head quickly to try and recombulate herself before spinning on a heel and unleashing another wave of electrical power for Isaac! "ALWAYS LOOK ON THE ELECTRIFIED SIDE OF THE FENCE!" Umi says, depsite this making almost no sense whatsoever. She gathers up some charges into her hands, forming an ELECTROBLADE that is really just a thick crackle of electricity rippling out of her hand as she dives in, lashing out at Isaac with it. "We were wondering, The Network adds," Umi says as she fights. "If you could teach us?"

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade DUCKS AND ROLLS and gets the hell out of the way of Will Sherman rampaging around the area. "NO TOUCHIE!" He calls to Will, and puts some distance on. As much as he'd like to beat up on Will, he's decided that Hobo Lad is going to be the last one. Cirra counterstrikes, slapping him in the face, and Mercade frowns, then asides to Avira, "Man, everyone teases us, why the hell does no one else deal with it? I swear, double standards everywhere." The rousing speech from Avira helps boost him further, pushing him to bring his A-game. After all, if he doesn't do his best here, how will he expect to deal with the /others/? He rolls and tumbles out of the way of more of Umi's ZAPPY DOOM, helping him to get his groove on. He grabs up a spear from the sand, and pole vaults his way into the path of Isaac when Umi fires MORE ELECTRICAL DESTRUCTION, just in time for Mercade to plant the spear... And get blasted away from it, sending him flying! He lands on the ground, smoking. "Ugh... That's shocking..." Horrible pun delivered, Mercade begins to move again. With a spinning gesture with the pearl-handled stage revolver, he points it at Umi, sparing a moment to reload. "It's your turn!" He calls out, and unleashes a secret weapon: a hail of rubber bullets! Electromagnetic THIS!

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Sorry to say, Mercade, buuuut I think you earned that." Avira remarks with a faint grin after the Judge slaps him for the Max comment. Between Will and Umi, it's actually a bit of a challenge to decide who to go after next. Will's fate-altering powers were dangerous...but so were Umi's electro powers. Umi's been taking some pretty hard shots at her all throughout the fight too...so maybe it was time to do something about that at last-HOMG SHE JUST FORMED AN ELETROBLADE /priority threat/! PRIORITY THREAT! She's nowhere close enough to intervene between Emi and Isaac like Mercade is, so she must close the gap first. This is accomplised quickly. While Emi is busy dancing around Mercade's bullets, Avira's getting in close. She doesn't unleash her magic this time, sticking to pure swordsmanship consisting of sweeping strokes. The edges of her weapon are, of course, temporarily blunted but it is still a heavy object. It'll sting a little!

:'''[[Tigger]] has posed:''' Tigger is too flouncy, bouncy, clumpy and thumpy for Emi. He is also terribly confused by the things Emi is saying. "You mean you want me to teach you how to be a Tigger?" he asks, springing up on top of a chair with a flourish. The hot dog finally pops out when he throws out his arms, falling into his other mitt. He looks at the hot dog perplexedly. He seems about to unwrap it when he notices Emi's interest. Tigger looks at Emi. He looks back at the hot dog and feels what seems to be intense guilt. His face sags. He looks back to Emi, marshalling up his deep Tiggery reserves, and tears the hot dog in half. He keeps the part that was in his ear. That's how you know he's a gentleman. "If you want to be a Tigger, you should know," and he starts back up, "Tiggers are cuddly fellas, Tiggers are awfully sweet! Ev'ryone el-us is jealous -- that's why I repeat, and I re-peeeaaattttt..." Tigger takes off at a rollicking bounce around the arena. "The wonderful thing about Tiggers, is Tiggers are wonderful things! Their tops are made of rubber, their bottoms are made out of springs! They're bouncy, trouncy, flouncy, pouncy, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun! But the most wonderful thing about Tiggers, the most wonderful thing about Tiggers, the most won-der-ful thing about Tiiiiiiggggggggggeeeerrrrrsss..." Tigger does an aerial somersault, smacking into the ground hard enough to nearly accordion himself. He drives deep down before rocketing up and out of the arena entirely. "Is I'm the only one!!"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi grabs and grabs but nope Tigger is just too powerful. She then lowers her hand, giving up. Tigger is even more agile than Cronus. She thinks about Tiggers and then decides that, yes, she is curious about this aspect of life. The song explained things, sort of, but it really explained traits that seemed to be a result of being a Tigger rather than traits that compose a Tigger. "If it is possible, we are curious--" Emi begins, but then Tigger does something terrifying. He looks sad. Emi swallows faintly, suddenly feeling quite guilty herself. She is about to raise her hand up and say okay no she doesn't need a hot dog after all but she is shocked by Tigger's display of strength that she is stunned speechless. She takes the half hot dog when proferred and says, "Thank you." sincerely. She can't get much else out before Tigger starts bouncing around again. He did not actually let go of the half hot dog and Emi ends up bouncing around with him, her eyes bouncing along in her head before finally he bounces out of the arena altogether. Emi manages to return to a deadpan expression (comically) as she flies out of the arena with her new pal who really is a sweetiepie. She thinks. He's also pretty bizarre. "Good luuuuuuuuckk[[User:Willsherman|Willsherman]] ([[User talk:Willsherman|talk]])*ding*" She manages. This is what happens when you grab a tigger's hot dog.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Will plays incredibly dirty. He tries some more fate chichanery, and it just kind of... sucks. Isaac isn't terribly certain how to describe it. He feels vaguely like he'd been set on fire, except at a lower intensity and from no readily-available source. His willpower keeps him from doubling over and doing little more than crying, and the immediate chemical aid of a double-dose of potion makes the pain almost entirely go away. "Okay. You need to learn a new way to fight, 'cuz I'm getting really tired of you screwing around with the things that tie me to other people and the world." Isaac wobbles slightly, gesturing. The music increases in volume, mana focused through the sound system and distorting the air around Will in response to him goomba stomping and then rending Isaac's fate or something. He can't perceive it, so he can't really truly understand it. Umi throws a surge of electricity and then comes at him with an ELECTRO BLADE. Mercade leaps in the way, tanking it like a bro. Isaac's hair stands on end for a brief second, the ambient charge getting kind of out of control. "Teach you?" he echoes questioningly. It's hard to tell if he's asking for clarification or talking to himself in a musing sort of manner. Isaac gestures grandly again. The ground ripples and surges, a roll of dirt and sand suddenly surging up from the ground like a wave. It goes up, and then down, clearly trying to bury Umi to ground her out and dump a truck full of soil onto Will to... well, mostly to annoy him, he supposes.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Yeah... Will knew this was coming. He dives down, quickly throwing himself towards his teammate...if they can both survive... He shoves Umi out of the way, before... A large amount of earth lands right on Will, smashing him into the arena like he were a bug. This is followed by a second wave of dirt. Will twitches, digging out of the massive mount of crap that was just dropped on him...at least he's no worse for ware clean wise than before... Then Will launches back into the air. No. <GOOSEHONK> YOU! Will flies right at Isaac, aiming to slap the CRAP out of him.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Umi doesn't electromagnetic the bullets. She swings her assault rifle and flat out blocks them with the rifle. THe force still stuns her enough that she's not quite capable of doing the same from Avira's PRIORITY SUPER TECHNIQUE. She's sliced in the side--as blunted as it is, it still managed to cut open a wound, probably hit a place where she was grazed by a bullet, and drops down in a crouch, holding her wound. Once the fight became a 3v2 vs a 3v3, it became a lot more difficult to fight off this group. She breathes out a ragged breath, too hurt to avoid Isaac's own super technique. As it stands, she says, "I'll clarify later..." She raises her arms to brace herself-- --But Will shoves her out of the way. She hits the dirt roughly and opens her eyes to see Will--well, he looks pretty beat the hell up. It seems like it's basically over. Unless...Unless she can... "Once...once more." She draws out a small coin and grabs it tightly within her hands. She stumbles away, leaking blood from her sword injury. Emi is lost forevers. But Umi flips the coin once and says, "Trying...once more." And she unleashes a second railgun shot, this time crying out, "LOOOOOOOVERS(?) LAAAAAAAAAAAAMEEEEEEEEEEEENT(?)!" as she the super sonic wave is unleashed!

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' EMI NOOOOOO When Avira pulls away, she notices that Umi is holding her sides. Avira squints at this and suddenly feels a little guilty. She didn't mean to draw blood! She thought the sword had been blunted enough! Or maybe a CERTAIN SOMEONE came in and messed with her gear while she wasn't looking to make it more lethal. Who on earth would do THAT? (Where's the Greek Choir when you need them?!) Anticipating the sonic attack, Avira takes 'cover' behind her shield. Despite its small size, the range of protection somehow extends farther past the shield and deflects the blow completely. How this happened, she wasn't sure, but she's amazed that such an obviously strong attack didn't hit her. Avira sticks the Spine down into the dirt and charges, leading with the shield, aiming to tackle and subdue Umi, rather than bludgeoning her down.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac gets SLAP'd. He is suitably chastized, and kind of agitated by this turn of events. He promptly JAB PUNCHES Will with the power of MIND BULLETS. (That's telekinesis, Isaac.) Umi lets out her super sonic wave and her /terrible shout/. Isaac seems a little surprised. "When did you start shouting attack names?" he asks. He slowly backs up, brushing dust off his shoulder and preparing his next /terrible onslaught/. Isaac says something weird. He throws a ball of yellowish light underhanded, tossing it lightly towards Umi. What he intends for it to do is glue her to the ground in some kind of ridiculous carbonite-esque thing, except transparent. It's like Hold Person, but way cooler. It's about all he could do to emulate his big giant attack. The ball descends... ...and passes by Will, where it promptly unravels from /the center of the spell/ instead of the edge, like a sensible sort of countermagic. Isaac's eyes begin to widen in SLOW MOTION, and the ball pops like a soap bubble over Umi's head instead of actually striking her. Nothing appears to happen. He looks kind of disappointed, and maybe a little tired. Then it starts to rain fluffy pillows. There is no explaination.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade isn't doing anything at the moment. Umi's ability to make SUPER SONIC SHOCK WAVE RAILGUN SHOTS has knocked him flat on his ass and he's a little insensate right now. "Uuuuuuuuuugh.... Ice creaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam..."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' It seems that there was a grazing wound that opened up upon being struck. It was not too obvious. Maybe Hades is a jerk and mucked with it?! But in any event, in a battle--even amongst friends--chances of these things happening is always non-zero no matter how much care you take. Umi is clearly not holding back in any event--but that's not too surprising either, she's seen all these people fight and knows she has to fight her hardest if she even wants to threaten them. "Woah..." Umi says as Avira deflects something that usually punches through tanks. She is impressed. Avira knocks her onto the ground--she electrifies her own body, shocking Avira THROUGH the shield--but it's not much. She's running out of power. Even if they are batteries, they have to eventually. "By zh way--" A punchdrunk Umi says. "--Shida is toooollly crushin' on you Izaac." IN THE STANDS "UMI!!" Shida yells from the stands. "Shida of the Network--" She pauses and then ducks down behind the stand barrier. "...hides herself cowardly." A pillow lands on Umi's face. "Shnkk." "..zzhhh...k."

Rivalry?

2013-02-01T22:26:51Z

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:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' After his loss in the games, Faruja has smartly continued his training. Strength isn't exactly his forte, and so the ratling is hard at it! Out in the outskirts, in a clearing off the road, the Burmecian is having fisticuffs with gauntleted claws on wood. Whap, scratch, claw! In full armor, he's working up quite the sweat as he pounds away. Lazily, his loyal companion Arista sleeps beside him, tail wrapped around the rat's spear. Hisss, snore. Hisss, snore.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr walks in from beyond Traverse town. The desert garb is still apparent, which is really just a sandy colored cloak wrapped around his dark armor. The massive mace is always held with him, as he wonders from the outside world towards Traverse, and probably Valkyre HQ. A pauses, however, as he hears the nearby sounds of fist on wood, taking a moment to observe the rat and his idea of training. There is an amused sound, as if made if someone found something /oh so cute/. "And what is that going to do, besides make your fists bloody and worthless. A inanimate opponet only serves to teach novices where to strike, not actually gain any battle knowledge..."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Twitch. Twitch! Faruja's training abruptly halts, the ratling slowly turning to the sound of a voice. Sniff. Hmm. So familiar... "I shall have you know, that reinforcement is key! And if you must know, I am doing this to strengthen my limbs for the upcoming..." Pause. "YOU! Mercenary Angantyr, was it not? Still working at the behest of that abomination?" His single eye narrows, remembering the mercenary as that great demon all too well. The ratling inches towards his spear. Unhelpfully, Arista snores all the harder.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "When it suits me." Angantyr says simply, "Do you still cower in fear of him, like a child?" Angantyr says antagonistically. "Reinforcement would come after you learn the basics by hunting opponets worthy. There is a world of Heartless and Monsters out there, and culling their numbers a bit would do the world a service, even in the short term." he pauses, "And do not be a fool, Rat. If I had wanted to ambush you, you wouldn't have even heard me coming, nevermind my direct inquire. If you fear me that much that you need a cruch, however, go ahead and grab your weapon."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' A fist clenches, claws scratching metal. The Templar is so easy to rile up! "Call me what you wish, Mercenary, however I know quite well when, and what, to fear. That you do /not/ fear such a specter of the Abyss is a tribute to how close you skirt that very pit. 'Tis a shame. If I hear it told properly, you have done Lady Avira many a service." Somewhere, amidst all of his distrust of the man, he can't help but respect her for /that/ at least. "Take care to not drown her." "...Fair enough point." Blame Hati, but the rat's at least willing to give up a point when it's thrown at him. The Templar finds himself stopping his inching towards his spear. "My deepest apologies if I am a touch paranoid. I do seem to recall you attempting to consume my friends in your bestial form."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "I owe the man my life. If not for his tutilage in the darkness, I'd have already consumed myself or worse. It is he who showed me how to master it. It is under his tutilage that I have learned to keep it in check as well. It is mine to command, instead of the reverse." He continues, with an annoyed sound. "You give Avira too little credit, if you think I am capable of that. She's already stood up to the darkness inside me, twice. Twice she has won. And quite frankly? She need not protection from you, not now, not ever. I guage her skill and power far beyond what you can ever hope to obtain." Angantyr grunts. "Besides I have known her far longer than you." "As for the temple...I am also the one that provided Reize and his little friends answers. Seriously, that boy is dense as hell. Reguardless, I was hired to defend the place, at the time I was infected with something thanks to LEXUS. As you see now, that is no longer the case, and I am certainly not moving to eat you." "Besides, I'm afraid I might catch a disease."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja's jaw sets, teeth showing. "Then it shall be he whom consumes you. He is a devil made flesh! For your own damn sake...pay off your debt, and leave. If I convince you to do naught else, but turn your skills to something better than that demon! It shall be all the better for everyone." Snort. "...Then she respects you more than I realize. The girl is strong. Very strong. Mayhap you are correct, I cannot say. But be damned sure I shall try." Irritation turns inwards as he looks down to his own claws. "For all of my training, 'tis never enough." Ignoring the insult to Reize, the rat zeroes in on the point at hand. "Fine, then. Why /are/ you here? Mere ill luck on my part?" Squeak! A claw slashes the air warningly. "I am quite tidy and free of illness, thank you, Ser."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr shrugs, "I am surprised you are not trying to get me to swear off the darkness again too while you are at it." Angantyr shakes his head. "And it will never be enough, there is always something to learn, some new obstacle to overcome. There will always be someone stronger and better than you out there." Angantyr comments, "Of course, I guess that makes the challenge worth it in the end." "Ill luck, I was on my way back to my new home. Things went south in Rabanastre after an incident happened with Avira and the Arcadians...and then I got involved. Incidently, a personal matter sprung up during the incident..." he shrugs, "and so you say, rat, so you say. Though to hear the things the Alexandrian's say..." he leaves it open.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "You have made your feelings on the matter quite clear. I do so try to work on that which can be changed. However, it seems you stubbornly refuse to see sense, once more. A pity, but hardly surprising." The rat tilts his head. One rat can only do so much. Ear-tilt. At least he seems to be listening, somewhat. "I hardly took you for a battlefield philosopher, mercenary. Mayhap there is more to you than coin and rebellion after all." The rat finds himself rubbing the back of his head. "Mmm. The rumors were true, then. At least she is no longer in danger." The mere name of Alexandria is enough to get the rat's fur up. "Those pack of murdering, lying, filthy Heretics and witches are not to be trusted! They would swallow this world in darkness, just as they did my home!" Pause. "...And why /ever/ are you talking with Alexandrians?"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Look, Faruja. Seriously." Angantyr says, a bit annoyed, and regretting he mentioned it. "I can not be healed of the Darkness. I can not stop using it. Let my put this as simple terms as I possibly can. I am /litterally/ incapable of not using darkness. It is intertwined into the very nature of who I am, and you can thank my anchient ancestors for that bullcrap. They wanted to be paladins, so they threw up their sons and grandsons, and decendents on the altar, so that everyone else in their line could be fused with the light. I am a Dark Knight by birth, not by choice. The darkness in my body is natural, but as someone said...the brightest light casts the deepest shadow. So take that as you will." He finishes. "And yes, the rumors are true." he pauses... "I see, we have a common dislike of overpowering militaristic <GOOSEHONK>s." Angantyr says, "You with Alexandria and myself with Arcadia. The Arcadians are responsible for the destruction of my homeland. Am I to guess that you have a similar experience with Alexandria? Rumor has it that they were expansionalist before they merged with the other worlds." Angantyr says, "And I talk with them because..." He gasps, "/I am a mercinary/! Imagine that. They have need of a sell sword from time to time! Anyway...they didn't have anything I was interested in. I don't feel like taking extended contracts...especially when I might have to break them."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja's muzzle opens, then swiftly shuts at Angantyr's explaination. For a good long minute, the talkative, loud, and at times obnoxious Templar is silent. It may be music to Angantyr's ears. He has to lean on Arista for support, the enormity of such Heresy striking him hard. "You were not being...I..." Pause. Deep breath. "A paladin does not sacrifice their kin." The thought of using one's entire descendants for power is incomprehensible for the rat who's still reeling from losing his own family. Faruja's given up trying to stand, sitting down on Arista's flank. He deftly ducks a tail-swat from behind. "Quite. They called upon Heartless, and their own mage-demons. Set them upon my country, killing soldier, civilian, friend, family, adversary alike without a hint of regret. Truly, Baron and Alexandria make good bedfellows. I know little of Arcadia's past, however, I will say this. They certainly greet my nose much the same as Alexandria." Angantyr's explaination seems to mollify the rat somewhat. "Alright, I should have seen that coming. Do be careful to not be dragged into the abyss along with...pardon?" The rat glances around. They're definitely alone. "Do ignore me. 'Tis truly unfortunate, that the Church remains so...passive at times. No doubt due to greater wisdom than I possess, however..." Ahem. "For a user of darkness, you have honor. I respect that. Should the time arise, I may have need of your blade towards certain endeavors." No doubt aimed in Alexandria's general direction.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr pauses at his words.. 'A paladin does not sacrifce their kin'. Angantyr just laughs...it is a bitter laugh, but a laugh none-the-less. "Ha ha...Paladins not sacrificing. Oh man. And here I thought you didn't have a sense of humor." Angantyr says, a touch of the bitterness in his voice. "Reguardless, what I am and what has forged me is no more than what you speak of...on multiple occasions the light has spurned me, much in the way you have when we first met. Fear, perhaps, or something else...whatever it is, I will not make any appolgies for who I am." "The church being passive? Parish the thought. They do not want to get involve in a war between powers...not when it would benifit them." Angantyr says, a bit...evenly, "Reguardless of their statement, they are still a power that desires control over the worlds, and to that end they will do what they can to do so...and they are lacking the military force to do so overtly...for now." Angatyr continues on, "...A few moments ago you were of the opnion that I should forsake the darkness, now you speak of using it against your enemies. Not that I dislike being paid, but it's awfully hypocritical." he observes. "You will find I am all full of suprises."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Glare! Faruja reaches for his spear...then stops. No. He's not going to prove Angantyr /right/. His soul rages, and the rat claws the ground with his feet. "Ahem! Nay, I suppose you need not apologize for that which is not under your control." Right in the heart. Angantyr neatly prods at his dreams unknowingly. Unity, faith, and light, a bulwark against the Heartless and the Dark. "Feh. You speak nonsense." A shake of the head. Jerk. Stop being right! Hmph. The rat tilts his head upwards, in a manner that would be looking down his nose at Angantyr...if he wasn't so darn short. "I am entirely capable of reassessing my opinions. Particularly given your circumstances. Besides, priorities. I am willing to put aside my personal feelings for the good of my people."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "It is my job to read my opponets well. Mercinaries don't live long if they only collect money from the highest payer...sometimes you gota learn to look deeper, and know when to throw in with the right side...or at least known when to cut your losses and run. Understanding what you will be facing...and what could happen in a region are important things to have. Strategy benfits all who are willingly to listen." Angantyr says, turning away from Faruja as he turns. "Anyway, I spent too long here chatting. If you have the money, and have a target for me...then we can talk buisness. For now, I am going to continue on with my evening." "Just...a note. Darkness is not unnatrual, no more so than Light. Both are capable of great good, or great ill. In the end, it is all in the heart of the user." And with that Angantyr starts walking.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Angantyr is far too keen for Faruja's liking. It makes him dangerous...and useful. Sigh. "..Hanging around Inquisition too long." He mutters to himself. The ratling takes in Angantyr's advice, ears perked. He at least knows good knowledge when he gets it. "Mmm. Understand the terrain, your opponent, and the strength of your own forces. Understood." A pause. He /almost/ salutes the man. "Well, hardly let me hold you up. Do not die, please. You...are interesting. And try to not drag Lady Avira into any more trouble. Lord knows she does that enough." Slowly, the rat smiles. His head turns to the sky. A certain wolfess lingers in his mind. "...A truth, Ser Angantyr, that I am slowly learning."

Training Day

2013-02-01T22:24:22Z

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:'''[[Leida]] has posed:''' The sun has already dipped below the horizon of the Eastern continent's major desert bringing with its passing a deep and pervasive chill that settles into the sandy expanse of dunes and rocky outcroppings like all-encompassing blanket. A deep darkness that can only be found away from the highlights and neon signs of technologically advanced civilization has gripped the land. Overhead a tiny sliver of silver-white is the only signs of the moon on this eve, the night star in the waxing crescent phase of its rotational cycle. Countless stars are present overhead but these distant lights are merely faint twinkles and provide little aid to guide the way for travelers and merchants making the trek to the City of Flowers through the night. The lack of illumination is an obstacle but not as much of one for everyone in the desert this night. A faint glimmer of inner light burns gold within Leida's corrupted eyes as she focuses on scanning the silent lonely sands for sight of her new mentor. He had claimed he would return to train her in the days following their first meeting but still there had been no sign of the tall foreboding knight. Whether his intentions had been false or some hardship had interefered, the princess intended to be true to her own word and has ventured here every evening since. Her gear and weapon are stored nearby, a small canvas backpack with water and rations to last the next few hours or so and the massive bow that she had adopted for defense purposes. The girl herself sits on a small rock, legs tucked beneath her in the traditional sitting posture of her culture. Over each of her shoulders hovers a single ball of green eldritch fire. The strange swirling puffs of flame seem to put off no heat nor light as they lazily drift about in small circles, occasionally darting off to inspect some oddity or other but always end up back where they started. 'You sure this guy is even gonna show, kitten? I mean we've been out here since dinner.' 'Perhaps she secretly has a crush on him? Though I daresay her girlfriend might be upset by such news.' "B-be quiet! That's not how it is! She's just a good friend..." 'A /very/ good friend.'

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' A corridor of darkness appears near Leida. From it, Angantyr steps out, shrugging his shoulders and dropping his mace into the ground. He looks like he has some injuries on him, but nothing that seems to be stopping him...of course, the mace was bloody, and with a quick turn from the mace, he moves to clean it. He pulls the massive weapon with one hand, and quickly flips it back to his back, lowering it back into the holster. His eyes find Leida...and of course, the two green flames sitting near her cause Angantyr to raise an eyebrow. Has the darkness already started to claim her once more? His senses stretch out, wanting to see what he sensed. "Do not tell me that you have already started to slip, Leida?" He asks, not accuses, but asks, trying to ascertain what he sees. He walks towards her, looking right at her for a moment. He was an imposing figure, injured or not. He looks at one of the two flames, "And who the hell are you two?"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' RECENTLY, ON TDA! The Legion have, being a Human Network with a certain lack of individuality amongst its notable nodes, recently broken free from their fate as being 'food' for the time mage known as Cronus--largely thanks to help with the TDA and, of course, a bit of assistance here and there from the Shard Seekers. Now functionally able to do whatever they want, well--they've managed to find new purpose rather quickly, except this time--it is of their own will. And one of their goals, which is to say Imi's, is to keep tabs on Leida. Naturally, while the secret spirits that accompany LEida may consider Imi to be a girrllfrieeeend, Imi has not actually made any call one way or the other regarding that. considering the Network's past, they probably generally tend to have their minds on other subjects beyond who is boinking or wanting to boink whom. Frankly Imi doing as much as she has is probably largely influence from the Shard Seekers. In fact, right now they are mostly concerned with PRINCESS OF HEART ZIA THE GARGOYLE Whom the Network is pretty sure is the Manhattan Princess of Heart. Is it true? WHO KNOWS but they have a good feeling because she is from Manhattan, and the Heartless are attacking Fluorgis! Practically seems open and shut. But when Leida sneaks on our to the desert, Imi spots her departing, calls over Shida, and the two follow after her from some distance, using a pair of binoculars to stay close enough--when Ang appears, it's actually Shida who darts forward first, abandoning subtlety. "Hello!" She smiles brightly. Her smiles have this trait known as being HONEST SMILES. She is even dressed in this strange white and blue outfit with way too many zippers. She waves excitedly over to Ang. "It's you! I remember you! You were in our office. Hello! The Network repeats."

:'''[[Leida]] has posed:''' The manifestation of the dark vortex sends a tingle up the girl's spine and she swivels her head about, peering over her shoulder to see what had caused this strange sensation. A faint smile starts to form on her face as she takes note of who emerges but it quickly fades to a look of apprehension at the sight of the blood adorning his wicked two-handed mace. As is true to her timid nature, the princess hunkers down and stares at the ground as her self-appointed trainer immediately begins to lay on with his natural charms. She does have the good manners to turn and face him first though. "U-um... well..." The ball of spirit fire hovering about her left shoulder, whom she has cleverly named Lefty, shakes up and down in annoyance for a moment at the brazen manner which Angantyr arrives. 'What?! This is the guy we spent all our time sittin' around in the heat to meet?!' 'You realize we don't feel hot or cold anymore, right?' 'Shut it! This guy just comes barging out of the night and starts demanding answers without so much as a hello? I don't like him!' Lefty floats up and gets right in the dark knight's face, again making with the agitated wavy motions of its fireball body. 'You need to learn some manners... pal! Buddy! Guy!' 'He probably can't even hear us, you know.' "I-I am sorry... they just showed up... and I cannot make them leave..." The sound of Shida's completely unsubtle greeting cries causes Leida and the spirits to turn and glance towards their personal stalkers at the same time. Her eyes widen a little as a hand goes to her face. "Is that... Shida-chan? What are you doing out here?" 'Oh ho, another one of your /good/ friends?' 'Isn't she... the same one?'

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr looks towards Shida as she runs up to him. For a moment, he looks at her oddly, ELEVATOR STUCK almost happens, but...there is a flash of recongition in his eyes as he considers her. Slowly, he raises a hand charged with Darkness to try and hold Lefty in his hand for a moment, a cage if you will forming out of pure will and his mastery over the elemental force of darkness to try and keep him there for but a brief period. "Ah that was you. Thanks for the healing...and sorry about the office, I wasn't controling where the corridors went, I had my eye focused on Riku...and of course escaping that damn nightmare judge that we had stumbled onto." he rumbles, and looks towards lefty. "And you, I /can/ hear you. If you do not quiet your insessent ranting, I'll keep you in this." he says, and dismisses the cage. Turning towards Leida, looking at her for a long moment. "I think we'll have to start working harder now.." he pauses and looks at the other ball of flame, "You seem more reasonable, what is your deal?"

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' While crossing the desert shouldn't be a challenge to one who can glide, it still requires a great deal of forethought to prevent daylight from cutting his journey, and life short. What with the becoming stone and sinking into the endless sand dunes. So Percival had paused the previous night before reaching the desert's edge, found a safe roosting point, and slept. Once twilight fell he awakened in the usual dramatic fashion for his race, and began the journey across the desert, eager to reach his destination before dawn came once again. Upon seeing the gathering below, his mind weighs the possibility that these travellers might need assistance, versus just letting them be. The honorable, and dangerous approach almost always seemed to win out in these situations, and it was not long before he banked around, circling almost like a large desert vulture overhead as he descends, eventually making a not so graceful landing on a nearby outcropping. He blamed his left wing, it still ached more than it ought to have after several days of rest. Perhaps it didn't heal properly. Trying to salvage his dignity after taking a few extra steps past his intended destination, he folds his wings about his shoulders as a cloak. "Fair evening to you Ladies, and to you my good sir. My name is Percival, esquire. While it is a great pleasure to make all of your acquaintances, I must ask if any of you require immediate assistance. I have an urgent task and a long flight ahead of me."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Imi continues to hang back for the time being, because she is a spy!! a spy who tells people she's a spy ahead of time and then says 'please forget I told you i'm here to spy on you' but a spy nonetheless. Strangely this system of spying seems to work rather well. Shida is recognized, however. She bobs her head at Leida, and then to Ang. "That's me, I am surprised you recognized me." She smiles faintly. "But I suppose with some thought it would be obvious. It's nice to see you again. We did not have an opportunity to introduce ourselves properly that time. I am called Shida Dennou, The Network has chosen that last name and I have chosen that first name. What is your name? Are you Leida's friend?" The nightmare judge doesn't seem to ring any bells for her. Imi however notices Percival and oohs and aahs at him, distracted for the moment. A gargoyle! Of course Percival is hardly the first gargoyle the Network has run into, but they wave a hand at him. "It's hard to say. There seems to be a ... cage?" She moves forward, making herself a bit more noticeable as well but she isn't trying to draw too much attention to herself evne if she is chatting along. "You are headed to the Shard Seekers are you not? I am Imi of the Network, I can lead you there if you want, a bit later." Shida glances around--she has been dead once. Is there some sort of presence there? Ang seems to think so.

:'''[[Leida]] has posed:''' 'Deal? There were no deals involved, except perhaps the little lady's deal with that ghastly demon. But it's all sealed away now, hmm? He was a rather unpleasant fellow, if I do say so, rather glad he's out of the picture. Was a /terrible/ influence on the young mistress. Unfortunately, when the seal was placed it also trapped those of us who had been... erm... consumed for lack of a better word under the same lock and key. Somewhat ironic, don't you think?' Lefty bounces around like a mad glowing pinball in Angantyr's hand until it is released, swearing vehemently enough in those few seconds to make the princess look away in embarrassment. When the cage vanishes the spirit fails to notice and the little green fireball shoots off into the distance for several seconds until it realizes and comes wobbling lazily back to her shoulder. '...jerk.' "I am sorry..." Leida says again. The arrival of the gargoyle derails the current conversation for the moment, however, and the girl turns to glance at him with wide-eyed surprise. This is not her first time seeing the flying creatures either but the other one who hangs around at the Shard Seekers HQ was rather intimidating. Kind of like everyone else the princess ever met. She's a delicate corrupted demon flower, okay? Leida does not respond to Percival's question herself, being the shy sort. If she weren't sitting down she's probably try and hide behind Shida at this point but she makes do with pointedly staring at the ground and trying to look as small and inconsequential as possible. The others can answer his questions just fine.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr turns to face the Gargoyle, he raises a eyebrow...but the monster doesn't seem to be aggressive...and talks. Huh...go figure. He shrugs, "Nah, I'm okay." he says to it, and then turns back towards Shida. "Angantyr Vespar. Dark Knight, Sell Sword, general all purpose bad<GOOSEHONK>." he says, with a hint of a joke. Nice to meet you then, Shida...though I wasn't expecting this to be a..." he looks around, "Community travel spot." he shrugs. "So...you're twins?" he asks her, motioning towards Imi. Back towards Leida, "Stop appologizing. Your appologies loose meaning if that's all you do." he says, a bit harshly. He considers the other shade for a moment, "You don't say? Well, I am here to help with that. She's going to learn how to master that darkness, so that it doesn't control her again." he says, and turns towards Leida, "Though I fear this might be a long row to hoe." he comments. "And for you.." he says towards Lefty, and just grins. "I think first we should start with something easy. Physical training...something to toughen you up a bit. How familar are you with weapons other than a bow?" he asks Leida.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Imi's rather forward approach and familiarity takes Percival off guard initially, and he takes in the woman's measure for a time. Deciding there is little harm in an approach that is just as forward he replies in earnest. "Imi is it? Well it is a pleasure, as I said to make your acquaintance. You have me at something of a disadvantage though. The woman upon the electronic device stated there was an Imi in the area, but I was unaware that you were listening in. Did she call ahead to inform you?" Noting Leida's reaction, Percival takes the time to approach slowly, before taking a knee in an almost archaic courtly manner. Though it might seem passing strange that he would do so without knowing anything about the woman's social rank. Perhaps it was merely a gesture to convince her of his benevolent intent. "Madame, I do apologize if my entry startled you. It was not my intention to frighten anyone, merely to extend an offer of succor to what appeared to be weary or lost travellers. If my appearance offends, then I shall be on my way forthwith." While the subject matter of the conversation between Angantyr and the young maiden was distressing, to say the least, he did not know the context and decided to wait a time longer before interjecting his opinion.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' It's almost as if she has already talked to Percival before. Earlier. Over the radio. Except it wasn't her. That was Emi. She did mention having sisters. He was unaware they were listening in? Imi laughs faintly at that. "Mm--in a sense, I was listening in? I was listening through The Network. That is to say, Emi and I--...and even Shida here--as well as all the Sisters... We are seperate, but we are also one. Does that make any sense? At any event, pleased to formally meet you." She dips her head. "Your appearance doesn't offend, of course, don't be crazy. The Network assures you that a friend of Mercade is a friend of ours." She looks to Leida. "Don't worry, he's coming to visit." She bobs her head a few times encouragingly. Apologizing a lot may be something that Leida does but the Network is fine with Leida as Leida. Even so, one must admit that sometimes one can become greater than what they already are. Perhaps Leida can do this. Perhaps not! But if there is a way to help... Shida is more focused on Ang. "It's as she says, we are not really twins in a sense because we are not really--seperate? Well I suppose we are, but we also are not. Nice to meet you. The rest of the Network bids you hello as wel." She glances around a bit again, still all smiles. "That is ironic, Percival was looking to purchase a sword. Perhaps you could sell him one, ahh--The Network apologies, I have just been corrected as to what that means." She checks Ang out for a moment, seeing how he is faring in terms of health.

:'''[[Leida]] has posed:''' "Sorry..." she mumbles. Leida attempts to will herself to shink even smaller than she already is as the gargolye approaches her directly, but to no avail. When he kneels down, however, his strangely formal behavior earns him a curious look from the girl, her head tilting up slightly so that she can peek at him through her loose raven bangs timidly. "O-oh, no...! I... I did not mean to cause offense..." She leans forward and inclines her upper body towards Percival, head lowering in a seated bow of apology. "If Imi-chan says you are a friend... then I will accept her word. A pleasure to meet you. I am called Leida..." 'He smells funny.' 'We can't smell either...' 'Who's side are you on, anyways?!' 'No comment.' With the introductions out of the way, the princess' attention is turned back towards her instructor. She glances down at her weapon lying atop the backpack to keep its polished surface away from the harmful touch of the sand. "Ah... I... I have never used a weapon before... I do not really even now how to use the bow either... I only had a few lessons from my brothers..."

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' "You caused no offense Madame. Nor have your jesters. I am simply honored to make your acquaintance, that is all." A tugging of his bestial mouth into a smile, and moments later he's risen from his knee. Nodding in acknowledgement of Angantyr's greeting. "And yours as well, good Sir." He then turns about, to face Imi and Shida, gesturing apologetically with his hands. "That explanation shall suit my needs. You are individuals and to be treated as individuals, but you share memories through technology. The concept is simple enough. I do apologize that my ignorance kept me from recognizing it sooner. Do give Emi my regards then, and thank her for me for her splendid advice from earlier."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr sighs...this is going to be some work here, he thinks. "Well, no time like the present." he says, pulling two wooden swords out of his pack, throwing one at her feet. "We'll start with the basics of sword play, something that I expect you to practice even when I am not around to drill you." he speaks, "And if you're not good at the bow, I hate to see just how good archers were where you were from. You're skills are a bit above mine, and I consider myself a decent archer." he says, with a small smile. Encouragement is needed to push her down the path. "The weapon is of little importance...it is but a focus...discipline is what is necissary for the first step. I want you to keep that weapon on you at all times...because I will randomly come at you. At any time, at any place, with my own. If you are without it, you may find yourself with a few new wilts." he says. Seriously. He ignores the Gargoyle's stare, darkness is not something often chatted about pleasently. "A strong will and unfailing determination is what you need Leida...but baby steps." and be thankful it is he teaching you...and not Garland. He turns towards Shida who is looking him over. She can find a few wounds, as if given by a bladed weapon. However, oddly, there are also burn marks around the strikes. They look painful, but also on one of the stages of healing...which is even ODDER given that the burn wounds are not healing at the same rate as the more dangerous sword wounds were. "...I don't quite get it. You're in each other's heads?" he asks Shida, "...Weird. But I guess it takes all kinds." he ponders, "...Are you all individuals, or differnt aspects of the same person?"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Would you like to learn how to use a semiautomatic rifle? The Network inquires (not seriously)." Imi glances over to Leida before returning her focus on Percival. She knows if she gives Leida too much attention she'll be overcome with emotion and be unable to learn. Or something along those lines. This is work that might be pretty important so she has to focus on Percival for the time being. "Mm, well some might disagree with your assessment, but I think that's close enough. You can treat us as individuals if you'd like." She smiles again. "But there's nothing to apologize for. We did say we were at your disposal, after all." Shida doesn't interrupt Ang's lesson either. Instead she looks in on those injuries, not speaking up on them immediately as she tries to figure out the strangeness of the wounds. She is jarred from her thoughts by Ang's questions. She looks up suddenly and says, "Ah--well--when I was dead I was not connected with them, so..it is hard to say? The Network only knows what it's been told." She smiles again. "But thank you for asking. I don't mean to be a bother but...are you alright? We acknowledge your bad<goosehonk>itude, but ah---the burns...they seem a bit ... off?"

:'''[[Leida]] has posed:''' Standing up to slide off the rock she is sitting on, Leida gathers up the wooden practice sword with both hands, noticing the weight even this faux weapon has to it. Perhaps that too is part of the training, a heavy burden to stimulate the growth of new muscle mass. Or it could just be that her arms are about as developed as soggy noodles. The compliment causes her to blush slightly, shaking her head in denial to his praise. "Oh... it is... I mean... I do not know how I am able to use my weapon so naturally. The skills are certainly not mine. I am far too clumsy to do such things..." Leida glances at Imi when she suggests a different alternative but before she can even ask what a semiautomatic rifle is, the knight lays out his plans for her. The girl's eyes widen and she looks back up at Angantyr at the suggestion that he might actually attack her! The wooden blade in her hands suddenly seems to take on snake-like qualities in her mind as if it might personally be reponsible for bringing this fate down upon the princess and she holds it away from her body distastefully. "A-attack me?! B-but... I do not even know how to wield this weapon! And I am always busy with cleaning and tending the garden and purchasing food... I-I do not think I am suited for such a trial..." 'Yeah, just look at her! She's as harmless as a kitten! I bet you just get your fun beating up defenseless girls don't you, creep?!' 'For once, I am in agreement. This seems a rather drastic first step. Should not there be many months of learning forms and movements? Tactics and etiquette?'

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Percival watches them in silence for a time before deciding to interject his opinion. "Sir, the Lady is obviously of a gentle disposition. If you wish to train her in the art of swordsmanship then perhaps you'll need to resort to something less drastic." He then leans forward close to Imi and states in all seriousness, in a lowered voice. "Madame Imi, I don't think it would be appropriate for her to learn how to use firearms. Call it intuition. In undisciplined hands they can do great harm."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "I will not." Angantyr says with a finality of statement. "Do you think the darkness in your heart will wait for you to be ready?" he asks, "Do you think it will politely ask you if you are ready for it to try and grab hold of your heart?" he continues, "What about the Shadow Lords? They will eventually find you, and do you think they will simply ASK for your cooperation, or do you think they will FORCE it?" he continues. "If you think my methods harsh, then you should see who I trained other." he looks towards Percival, "Art? Swordsmanship is not an 'art'. It is a tool, a method that you use to protect yourself or as most others use it for: to kill people. It is not an artform, but a skill." He blinks at the Shida, "Huh? Oh I got into a fight with a Shadow Lord in the desert, a little witch who I owed a favor for a slight. She used a flaming sword." he says, which would explain why his own weapon was bloody. "It's nothing, I'll heal." he says, seemingly little bothered by the injury, or perhaps he was too focused on other things. "But what do you mean a little off?" he asks Shida for an explanaition. "You must be ready for anything Leida. The forces that you have within your heart will not wait for you to be ready. They will strike...when you least suspect it. It will wrap around, finding any weakness it can. I will start you with exercises tonight, but after tonight, be prepared to defend yourself with that weapon when you see me."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' The Network thinks Ang is being a very nice trainer. Why, he's even listening to her when she says things. When The Network trained, they were told to perform a task or be sent to the wastebin, Leida really is very lucky to have someone as nice as Ang helping her out. The Network only hopes that Ang isn't being too nice, training is a hard thing after all, and without the threat of death just how inspired can Leida be? Imi thinks about this conundrum before approaching Leida. She rests a hand on her shoulder and says, "Leida-Chan... the point of training isn't so that you succeed at first, it's so that you can succeed in the future. Don't be too discouraged by your failures. We believe in you." She smiles at her. "Just do your best and I'm sure he'll be happy to help you." Ang of course has a more practical counterargument. Percival also has a good one about not giving Leida ways to kill everybody around her--without meaning to this time! "Ah, yes, you're quite right. My apologies." Imi bows her head to him. "A flaming sword...hmm...well, to me--the weird thing is is that it's not the 'cut' that seems to be healing slowly, but the burns around it. I suppose--maybe--the sword was only surrounded by the fire rather than being made of fire...?" She squints lightly, trying to work it out.

:'''[[Leida]] has posed:''' Leida feels her heart sink into her stomach at those words. Little did he know it but Angantyr had scored a critical hit with his mention of the Shadow Lords. Already one such person had paid her a visit, and though it had ended strangely amicably, she knows full well that the elven man could have made her go with him if he had wanted. Ironically, it was her pathetic weakness and constant apologizing that had made him turn away. "But... I am not one of them..." The girl whimpers softly. "Why would they want me...?" The hand on her shoulder, makes her turn to peer up at Imi with a miserable expression. She does want to succumb to the darkness again but this seems to be out of her league. How does getting whacked with a stick make her better able to deal with a sealed away demon, anyways? "I... I will try my best..." 'Well atleast this should be amusing to watch.' 'You're not helping.'

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' "And if there is not peace in her heart, what then? Darkness feeds on turmoil and conflict. If you teach her to murder with 'tools' then you will draw her only deeper into the abyss. No, Sir, Swordsmanship is an art, for in it one can find peace. One can learn virtues such as valor, honor, and mercy. You do not teach someone 'how' to kill with a sword, but when not to kill. And when you know that, then you will know when one 'must' kill for the good of all. If she wishes to hold back the darkness, then the blade must become an extension of her, like an artist's brush upon a canvas." The Gargoyle speaks with increasing passion on the subject, the man's callous attitude towards taking lives obviously irritating him. "If the Shadow Lords come for her, then she must find protection until she is ready. And God willing, it will be enough. But do not teach her that the end justifies the means, lest she become one of those you would protect her against. Let me ask you a question, Sir, do you fear the blade that you wield in battle?"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr blinks a moment at Shida, then realizes what she is talking about. "Oh, no that is a...oddity of my magical style. Dark magic courses through me...it steals vitality of those I strike in combat...as such, it might look odd because said vaility was used to heal wounds I sustained." he explains to Shida. "Not...a pleasent thing, but it is the nature of my existance." he says, and turns towards Leida and her...'friends'. "Because of the demon possessing you. Uncontroled as you were, you will still powerful and a threat. Simply put...a bomb they could direct you at when they needed something destroyed or softened up." Then Percival speaks up, and he sighs, "You, always you types. You think before acting, thinking you know the situation. I am not drawing her into the abyss man, she already HAS it there. The demon sleeps within her, darkness flows through her as it does through me. if she does not learn to control it...it will control her." he says. "You did not see the destruction that demon unleashed on the worlds like I have...personally experienced. I seek not to draw her into the abyss, but for her to master herself...and if she never USES the power again, then she'd be probably better for it. However, mastey /must/ come...or we'll be dealing wht THAT again." he says. Shaking his head, "And what an odd question. No I do not fear the blade I use, I do not fear it because I know it, I studied it, I perfected my body and my form to use my weapon to the best of my ability. I use it, as if it were an extension of my being. It, like the darkness I use, is something I finly control...not because I desire to, but because I must." "So no you can say it is an art all day long, but it is /not/ a lofty persuit. It is a 'art' of death, a art of murder. A art to defend yourself from murderers and beasts of this world. If you want art...go mold a clay pot, go paint a picture, go /write some poetry/. This..." he holds the mace up, "Is not art. This is a tool."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Don't explode, Leida!" Imi says. She considers 'Don't explode' to be worthwhile advice for just about anybody. "'Art' as a term is a dangerous one. 'Art', being something of a synonym to 'Skill' is often identified as being purely for aesthetic purposes but in actually 'Art' can be used in a large variety of ways." Shida smiles as she rambles on this discussion about the term of all things. "You could call just about anything an 'art' and be accurate but one should not assume that just because something is 'an art' that there is some inherent nobility to it, we believe that is what Angantyr is trying to say. And what we believe Percival is trying to say is that the art of violence, ie: martial arts, should be put to noble or righteous purposes rather than simply for its own sake, ie: the ability to do violence. This is a very interesting discussion! Please continue." She bobs her head excitedly, her smile ever broadening. She is having a great time at least. Imi laughs awkwardly at Shiki before adding, "Well for me it's just--I'd like Leida to be happy. It's possible, though, to not realize something will make you happy until you've tried it out a fair bit. The purpose is for self actualization so as to better resist the demon, is that correct?"

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' "No, admittedly I am an intruder that didn't know the context, but now that you have given me some I believe my words even more strongly. If you teach her swordsmanship as if it were only a skill to take lives, then how do you think the demon unleashed will react when wets her blade with blood? If it is only a skill, then how exactly is she learning to master 'herself'? You are only teaching her how to wield a forged piece of metal to deal death." Percival gives Angantyr a self-depreciating smile, perhaps it is even touched with pity. "To a man with a past such as yours, it is not uncommon for them to claim they are not afraid of the sword. That is what they tell themselves. That fear is the enemy. But it is not true. Every time one wields a blade, they also take an incredible responsibility in their hands. A little awe and fear is a good thing, for it teaches them their limitations, and it allows virtue to shine through when previously there was none. If you deaden yourself to that, if you believe you are without fear, then you are not worthy to wield a blade at all. It means you have lost sight of the great responsibility you take each time you brandish naked steel." He turns his head to face Leida, his smile becoming a gentle one. "If you choose to learn from this man, Madame, that is your prerogative. I just pray that you will always keep what I say in mind, so that you will have a different point of view to draw upon."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "You are wrong," Angantyr says simply, "You do not understand, but I suppose that is a blessing." Angantyr says simply. "As for your philosophy...perhaps." he says, simply, "Perhaps your line of thinking is not incorrect. However, hesitation and fear lead to a weak heart. One must know without doubt what they want, what they are willing to fight to prtect...willing to die and kill for. You must have this desire before you ever pick up a weapon." Angantyr says, moving off from the main group with the wooden sword. "If I was as you say I am, sir, then I would have already slain you for your words. I don't fear the blade I weild, I don't fear it because I know what I want. It sounds like you are the one who is searching for something..." he states, "But a lofty idea that I do not think is without a place. Perhaps one day when we are a better people, above such petty things like theft and murder." "But that is a long day coming."

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' The Gargoyle has a look of contemplation upon his expression, as he actually considers his words. "I do not believe that fear is a weakness of the heart, Sir, though I do agree that doubt is. And that is why virtue leads to a code of conduct, for which one's course of action is always obvious. I never doubt what I say, and that is why I am able to speak to you with conviction, even without all the details and context of the situation. If I discover that I am 'wrong' then I will apologize for my offense, and correct my words later, but I do not doubt what I say at the time they are spoken." He nods his head. "And I do thank you for your patience. You are correct, many warriors would have slain me for far less. It is an argument of ideology, but pride always seems to suffer in a duel of words, and the heart. As one warrior to another, I salute you and pray that one day you will see that we do not need to wait to create a world of lofty ideals."

:'''[[Leida]] has posed:''' Again Angantyr seems to say just the right things to make the princess feel completely awful about herself. His callous mention of her past, while completely accurate is an unwelcome reminder. And the way that everyone is talking over her head as if she were not even present to make her own decisions is beginning to grate on what little hint of a backbone the girl actually has. It's there, if you look hard enough. Even Imi seems to be nothing other than to encourage their behavior. She knows her friend is merely trying to be supportive but right now she just wants to be alone. Or rather, she wishes someone would understand what she's going through. While the debate about the definition of art and the uses of weapons goes back and forth between the two warriors, Leida quietly turns and walks over to her gear. The wooden sword is placed into the backpack, its long handle protruding from the corner of the flap and the satchel and bow are both slung over her shoulders. "Um... Thank you both for your advice but... I think I need more time before I can decide what I want to do." She bows to them and then turns and heads off into the desert back towards the city, not intending to stop unless physically challenged. This was all starting to give her a headache.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Imi turns her head and watches Leida depart. She sighs faintly and taps her chin lightly as she watches her go. She doesn't move to stop her. She's welcome to make her own decisions after all. But she can't help but be concerned. "The struggle between what one must do, what one wishes to be, and what one is--it's quite difficult isn't it..?" Imi sighs faintly. "The Network continues to marvel at their own luck. Our purpose--has never been in doubt for very long." Indeed perhaps that could be said to be something of a flaw for them, but even so it's not one that makes them very unhappy with themselves. She mulls in silence for a few moments. "Well," She admits. "True understanding is difficult." Shida is still >:|ing pretty hard. IS IT OVER THE RADIO? Ridiculous. But while it was pretty interesting she adds, "I can treat you further if you want." quietly.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' As Leida and Angantyr eventually depart, Percival looks upon Imi and Shida with a smile. "Well, it seems that we'll be walking the rest of the way, as I can't carry both of you, nor would I leave either of you alone in the desert. So please, lead on. And if I might ask...you seem rather confused about the nature of others. Were all of you born this way, or were you created? If I am prying overmuch and offend, then by all means tell me and I will drop the subject."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Such an honorable gargoyle!" Imi says though really in Imi's experience every gargoyle seems to be honorable? Maybe that's just a thing for gargoyles. "What makes you say we are confused? Though you are probably right, The Network assumes anyway." She starts the long walk back to Fluorgis, seemingly quite fine with chatting Percy up for a while. Percival is asking asking, in a sense, for a bit more to their backstory and they consider for just a moment whether telling him or not is something they should do, or if they should have him 'detect' it. But eventually they settle that pulling off the bandaid is better than nothing. Shida walks along, seemingly no worse the wear, but Imi handles the chatter for the time being. "In our home world we were part of an experiment. We were a set of clones designed to function as a unit. We are, functionally speaking, identical." Imi glances over to Percival. "But it is not just in the physical realm, which we are working on making a bit more evident as to our identities, but as we have explained our mind to you. We won't go into much detail on that. We were not allowed to leave the lab at first but after some time we were allowed some outdoor experience. Still, compared to most people, we would admit our experience outside is a bit negligent. Our purpose beyond that was to be human sacrifices to a young man named Cronus." She smiles. "He is not such a bad person." Shida says. "He was hurting." Imi lets this be otherwise and continues. "We would report in to attack him, he would kill the node sent after him, then after the data was analyzed we'd repeat the process." She is quiet for a few moments before adding, "Naturally, when we came to Traverse Town there had been a disruption to this experiment...for a time." Despite talking about pretty morbid material, she doesn't seem bothered at all. Indeed, they both seem pretty happy. "This one has actually been dead once." She smiles happily, like this was a great thing to say. Of course, to be fair, she doesn't seem dead now. "I was the last one to die, and now we will not die for a while now, isn't that wonderful?" "Ah, yes," Imi says bringing it back. "The TDA...they helped us deal with the issues we were having. We're now free from the experiment. Ahh..so...we may be at a bit of a crossroads...but we have decided to become detectives, to help those that could receive help from nowhere else. And if you have come to us for assistance--then it is our responsibility, our duty--if you will--perhaps even our virtue--to assist you to the best of our capabilities."

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' He walks along in silence other than the occasional subvocal chatter in the radio. While it might seem like he isn't paying attention, he is hanging onto her every word. After a time, he finally responds to her story. "You say this man, this Cronus, was not a bad person. And I can see why if he had a hand in creating you. You are beautiful beings in your own way. And you will become more beautiful still, once you experience the world for all that it is. But still I cannot help but despise a man who would raise you only to be sacrifices. There is nothing more vile than having a hand in the deaths of your offspring, artificial or not." He looks up to the sky. Even here the darkness seemed more gloomy, and the stars dimmer than he remembered. "Tell me, what is it that each of you, as individuals wants more than anything else in the world? If you were not detectives, and had no responsibilities other than the pursuit of happiness, what would each of you want?"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "He was an experiment like us." Imi shakes her head. "But I suppose you could say he did have a hand in creating us, if perhaps not so directly..." Umi as far as 'The Network' goes seems to somehow be a lot more impulsive than the others which is strange since they're a hive mind but Umi is special like that. "Did you want to see our magic? We don't mind showing you but we are not nearly as powerful in magic as Isaac is." "He did not create us. In truth, we do not know who specifically wanted us made. There was a lot of bureaucracy in VitaTek, while it was its own entity--many of them were lost when the world fell, some made it to this one. It's a place of new beginnings, Traverse Town..." Shida finally pipes in, looking at her feet. "We understand that to some that it would be seen as crass, but we are happy our world fell. Had it not, we would have missed out on so many experiences. Of course, that does not excuse the suffering and loss...and we do not wish for it to happen to other worlds and we did not wish for ti to happen when we still had a home...but in a sense, we were quite lucky that it had. We would have all been dead by this point in time otherwise." It seems Cronus is more akin to a 'brother' than a father. They don't seem to blame him overmuch for what happened, not any more than they blame themselves. "We would have slain him if we could have, so we do not blame him. We did not know another way, you might say, but--this new world is one of new beginnings." Shida smiles up and broadly at Percival. "We are both to blame for what happened. Now, at least, we can both be better than that. I hope he can forgive himself." But Percival asks a strange question. What do each of them, as individuals, want? "Gosh..." Imi says. "That's quite a loaded question, Sir! We will answer, for ourselves, if you understand that we are unused to individual thought--much of who we are is not a matter of 'being ourselves'. We believe there is value in individuality, but we think there is also value in the opposite. We are happy to be together. We are never alone. Few can say that, don't you know? There is always someone to understand us." But after a few moments, Imi gazes into the sky. "I...think...I like flowers. I don't know precisely--but I think I would like to learn more about flowers right now, and other...plants. Life like that. It's just so...pretty, really, and even if it's not flowers--well--even a nice row of vegetables, it's quite fascinating...to me. I'm glad I've come to Fluorgis." Shida is slower to respond. She looks down at her feet. She sighs lightly and Imi looks over to her for a few seconds expectantly. EVentually Shida says, "I...was not even supposed to be alive. It is hard...knowing what I want to do, as me. When I was dead, the individuality...it was so horrible..." She tells Percival. "All I wanted was to come back and be with my Sisters again..." She hugs herself lightly. "...I do not know what I want to be. I just...am happy being alive again, sir..." She smiles at him, even though she's still shaking. She's one of the best smilers around, even in such circumstances. "I'm sorry."

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Percival smiles wistfully, but there is obvious sadness in her features. "How unfortunate for you to be from a world so depraved that you are happy it was destroyed, Madame, and fratracide seems nearly as terrible. Perhaps he will find repentance in the end, for what he's done." He takes a few steps towards Imi, and with courtly graces, takes her hand in his taloned one ever so gently. Perhaps out of fear that he might break it or puncture it with her talons, then bows at the waist to brush his lips against the back of his hand. "Then once we are in Fluorgis, Madame Imi, I would be most grateful to see a display of your magic, and I will show you the beauty of flowers under the moonlight. I would do that anyhow though, magic or not." Dropping Imi's hand, he grasps Shida's, and does the same. "Then if you have already achieved your fondest wish Shida, I hope you live life to the fullest. A brush with death is enough to unnerve even the bravest of Knights and Dames alike. May you never know it again until you and your sisters are fully content, and you have learned so much from this world that death becomes not something to be feared, but an old friend. That is my wish for you."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' The Network generally doesn't fear death. Shida might be something of an exception to that rule. Indeed, it was through Shida that they have learned about 'the fear of death'. But really it wasn't the Death. It was the isolation. Shida didn't just have a brush with death though. She was dead. Dead for weeks. Rotting even. And she is not undead now. She is just alive again. The Lord of the Underworld returned her as part of a deal. She didn't even get to make that call. "Being alone...is what was frightening." She looks over to Percival. They're nice words--but she's not certain they're the words meant for her. She doesn't feel she has achieved her fondest wish. She just feels she doesn't wknow what that is. Her sisters have dreams, dreams that belong just to them--nobody else--but she has felt 'behind' since her ressurection, like she had so much to learn and understand yet. "Please do not die for a petty argument." She says. "You would not enjoy it, and knowing that you died and were all alone like that, it would make me sad, sir, and while 'sad' is a nice word, tightly sewn up so it can be not taken seriously, but though we do not know you well, we know you are kind and though there are things worth dying for, theoretically..." "Shida." Imi says warningly, knowing that there's been enough discussion on such things for one day. She holds up her hand and allows electricity to crackle around hr arm. flickering around at the fingertips before dissipitating. It doesn't seem like much and, indeed, for someone used to magic it may not be much at all--but it is simply a small sampling of what The Network can do. She wiggles her hand around, magnetically drawing sand to her hand, allowing it to dance about a bit in a circular motion--before letting the sand drop.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Percival only smiles. "Madame Shida. I apologize if my words offer little comfort. My tongue is that of a clumsy squire, and courtly graces sometimes fall flat. I am not as eloquent as a Knight ought to be. But I do know this. If I died tomorrow, rest assured that I believe that I have lived my life to the fullest. While there are many things that I wish I could accomplish before I make that great journey, sometimes honor demands that it be made sooner, rather than later. That is my path, and if I must walk down it for what you see as a petty argument, then I do so without regret. If that man had killed me, then at least I would know that I tried to make a difference in the life of a maid in distress. It is not always defending an individual from the fiends, but words that sometimes make the most difference. It is what the chivalric code demands of all who follow it, to strive to reach an ideal. Perfection that can never be achieved. But we must try. It is what makes my life worth living. If I died tomorrow, dear Shida, then weep not for me, for while my death would hardly be worthy of song, it would still be a good death. And the knowledge of that would stave off any chill of loneliness and sadness that death would bring."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Shida is quiet for a few moments, and then-ultimately--nods slowly. Percival is very Knighty. And he only comes out at night? So he's a Night Knight? Or perhaps..a dark...squire? The Dark Squire? Hmm. Okay maybe this needs to be worked on. "Alright." She says, still a bit nervous but ultimately accepting. "We'll be back soon."

Hades Cup: START!

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|Date of Scene=2013/01/28
|Location=Traverse Town-Coliseum
|Synopsis=A ceremony for the heroes of the Hades Cup qualifying turns into a battle for survival as Hades' machinations comes to a head...things do not go as planned!
|Cast of Characters=Faruja Senra, Tifa Lockhart, Avira, Deelel, Hercules, Cirra Constantine, Hades, Sanel, Percival, Grant Majors, Evja
|Tinyplot=Manhattan Restoration
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:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Welcome! Trumpet blare and celebrations ring out as the crowd gathered today was here to celebrate the heroes of the games. Confetti is thrown everywhere, seemingly raining down from on high, as the podium sitting in the center of the Coliseum. Those who have qualified have not been brought out yet.. Those who have not have spots in the stands, where certainly nothing will happen that might change their fates. Will didn't show up, because certainly he wasn't going to be paraded around like a fancy person, hobos have STANDARDS. However, the music dies down and the crowd murmurs for a moment as...nothing happens? Then trumpets sound again, as chariots rush out from various points of the Arena, each one carrying the champions of the games! Those who have showed up to be loved by the crowds...the HEROES of the people of Traverse town! It is not just for glory some of these people fight for.. The Shard of Wind, the piece of Manhattan is the prize. Many people from the ruined city pack the stands, cheering for those who would help save their world, and many more watch at home. The chariots stop right at the center arena area, the raised platform that was where the battles would happen would be where they would be hailed. Here, Philocrities and Hercules stood. Phil was stubborn as always, taking the Microphone and screaming into it. "WAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!" he calls out, "I'm still not convinced you people are heroes!" he says in his strangely greek accent. "So you can break some barrels, run real fast, and might be strong! But it takes more then THAT to participate in the games!" "Two words! Heart!" Phil finishes... Then a song plays.. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWDkSQc_U9A Then without warning Hades appears near the entrance, pyrotechnics happening as he raises his hands up as he walks out. With another blast of pyrotechnics and the stop of the song he appears on stage right next to Phil. "Come on Phil, you agreed to it. Now's not the time to get cold feet just because they won. I mean, they're all fighting SO hard..." There is a rumbling...Hades looks left and right, "Huh.."

:'''[[Hercules]] has posed:''' So you wanna be a hero, kids? Well whoop-de-doo! Phil's been around the block before with blockheads just like you! But Hercules has gone through this spiel before with Phil himself, so he's pretty sympathetic to our heroes. "Aw c'mon, Phil. I mean...you're right. Um..except that's...one word? But Heart isn't just something you can show on command. That's something that only happens when times are real tough, right?" He chuckles. "And I mean, it's not like you can create a situation like that with the snap of your fingers." Hercules snaps his fingers. Then there's some rumbling. He pauses for a moment and looks around worriedly. "Was that me?" He worries aloud.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira isn't exactly an egotistical person... But damn does this feel good, hearing all the applause and cheering. Actually being called a HERO of Traverse Town! Sure, somehow all the other stuff she's been involved with didn't qualify her for that title-eh, it was all small potatoes anyway, right? Water under the bridge? Paid jobs? As her chariot wheels out of one of the many arena entrances, Avira puts on her brightest smile and waves to the gathered crowds. Yes, in spite of the earlier devistation at the VALKYRI Headquarters and even earlier bout of working out all damn day, Avira's managed to make herself look presentable right now! Of course, she's in combat gear because, pff, wearing a dress? When it's not even a fancy dinner or anything? FORGET THAT NOISE. Her good mood is promptly SHATTERED when Phil grabs the megaphone and screams in it. Being only a few feet away from this, it hurts quite a bit! Grumbling, Avira lifts a hand and sticks a finger in her ear, as if this would somehow stop the ringing. "Yeah, how are we supposed to prove that? Community service with Hearts Intertwined? Attract a Heartless?"

:'''[[Sanel]] has posed:''' One of the members of the audience is a little boy. Whilehis age brings him to that of a teenager, his mentality seems to betray his actual age. He is dressed in his oversized coat, having a smile on his face. "Oh ooh! Look, Big Blue! Look!" The crowd made a lot of room for the boy and his friend on the bleachers. His said friend is 'Big Blue', a large purple behemoth that tried to assault the boy, but paid the price for its attempt. Now? 'Big Blue' is trying to get away from the boy. So, here is the behemoth, clawing and tugging against the bleachers in the effort to get AWAY from the boy. Nggghhh! Unfortunately, Sanel's immense strength + a deathgrip = Likelihood of escape at 0%. Losing its will to struggle, it gives a resigned look. FML. And then the rumbling noise... "Huh?" Freedom! Seeing its "Sanel feels odd. Did Big Blue feel that...?" Pause. "...Big Blue?"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Though feeling rather self conscious due to it, Faruja is quite happy for the chariot. This is entirely due to his recent re-thrashing by a certain White Cloud. Leg in a splint for the second time, and somewhat glassy eyed due to the associated painkillers for his reopened injuries, the ratling certainly isn't looking ready for a fight. NOT THAT HE'LL GET ONE TODAY, RIGHT? As usual, the rat does his best to ignore the annoying saytr and the living personification of fiery-haired Heresy. Instead, he curiously turns to the toga-wearing man known as Hercules. He ponders, smiling to himself as he swallows some alcohol from a hip flask. For medical reasons, obviously. Faruja glances back to Avira on her chariot. The rat's managed to get into most of his armor, minus the bit on the broken leg. A spear sits upon his back, and a cane leans in the chariot. Rumbling. The Templar sighs, that feeling of impending doom and his day about to get worse /again/ creeping into his head. Turning to Avira, he peers briefly, then facepalms. She just /had/ to say something.

:'''[[Sanel]] has posed:''' For a brief moment, Sanel sees Faruja on the chariot. /_+ "Snow Mouse King..."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel isn't sure about being called a hero of some sort to be here. She's here however she is here for the shard. Though she does like attention she does admit she's a media program she's made to try to get attention after all, right? She's happy though for the attention however still such an entrty is a bit suprising. Then again Hades loved his dramacis almost as much as SARK and was far better at it to be perfectly honeast.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Perhaps a bit unexpected given the figure had gotten knocked out of the barrel event yesterday and not been seen in the other qualifiers, one of those that was atop the chariots wheeling into the stadium was the Judge! The one that seemed to be a Viera, in that brief time his helmet got knocked off. Eventually wheeling to a stop beside Faruja, Evja looks towards him, then says with a bit of echo from the helmet, "Your injuries persist, Senra. Is it wise of you to carry a weapon? Or, for that matter, to attend?" Though at the mention of that and with Hades appearance and the sudden rumbling, a bit pre-emptively, Evja jumps up and lands on the chariot beside Faruja, not planning on leaving a crippled rat to flee(?) on his own if necessary.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Why did he bother? His melancholic mood was all-consuming for him as of late, and he found the whole affair ridiculous. He'd never been a fan of Greek mythology, given that their gods and heroes were reflections of the worst that humanity had to offer, not the ideal. The whole idea of a hero needing all this pomp and ceremony was just too much for the gargoyle. A true hero in his mind needed no recognition. What made him even more uneasy was the idea of driving a chariot. It was almost laughable that any squire would have no experience with horsemanship, but he did not. His people, his Order had no need of the beasts to bear them into battle. He'd just have to improvise. As he hears Avira speak, there is a rumbling in his throat, like a low growl. "Do be careful what you wish for Lady Avira." Though all he wished for in the back of his mind was to hear her sing. Strange, he couldn't get the imagery out of his head. He had no doubt that she was a formidable warrior and certainly not a simple lounge singer, but you know what they say about first impressions. He spares a glance towards Faruja at Evja's comment. He was certainly worried about the Templar himself. It was in his nature to fuss over those of knightly bearing. But still, he would not wound the Burmecian's pride by questioning him on his ability to compete. He would just have to be there to pick up the pieces if he fell.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra Cosntantine is rolled out on a respendant chariot indicitive of Arcadia.... So opression, tyrrany, etc. Well actually it's very military themed with swooping steel cruves and wheels of dark metal. She doesn't seem interested in the crowds, that sound has her looking around with one eyebrow raised.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Hades looks at Herc, giving him a shrug. "Must just be some settling things going on, earth and all that. It does that sometimes." Hades explains, being the master of the earth and fire and all. It's a thing that happens, right? Right! Rumble rumble rumble... SHATTER! The ground shatters, breaking through the surface of the Arena was the giant head of a serpent looking monster. Hades, was gone, vanishing in a second after the ground broke and appears right back in the special booth set up for him. "You know what to do." he says to a MYSTERIOUS FIGURE. Hades turning his expression into a slow smile. Certainly this wasn't a TRICK at all! The monster slowly brings itself up. It was massive...towering over the entire arena as a single serpentine head snaps it's jaws at everything around itself. It unleashes a hellish roar, before it sets it's sights on Hercules! Phil falls back, "Oh no! It's THE HYDRA! THE LEGENDARY HYDRA!" The people in the stands start to scream, trying to evacuate the area! MISSION OBJECTIONS! A) Make sure the Hydra doesn't destroy the place! B) Defeat the Hydra! C) Protect the civilians! MISSION FAILURE A) All heroes are KOed. B) Hercules falls! MISSION START!

:'''[[Grant Majors]] has posed:''' A red blur of motion explodes from behind Hades' seat. It goes off into the sky, spiralling around as though it were some sort of flying drill, then comes smashing down into the ground somewhere near Hercules; there's an explosion of rock as the red thing crashes into the ground, the earth cracking underneath it. As it begins to straighten, the nature of the red thing becomes more apparent - it is man in a cloak, with an enormous spear sticking upwards into the sky. A mane of shaggy white hair runs down from his head; a pair of piercing, unnaturally bright blue eyes stare out from just above the red cloak's shoulderline, which hides the rest of his face. Underneath the cloak is flesh; muscular, strong, but also lean flesh. Around his visible hand, bandages are wrapped; similarly, around the head of his spear, and his feet. An armored skirt hangs off his waist, over a set of light pants; sandals are strapped around his bandaged legs. He rises to his proper height; he is about six feet, perhaps twenty-two years of age, and he is staring directly at Hercules. "Please accept my sincere apology," the man observes as he shoulders the massive spear like it's nothing, "But I cannot allow you to fight with them, Ser. I request that you face me, in honorable combat."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart grumbles as she runs toward the Coliseum. That last customer at the bar was so drunk that it took forever to get it out of there. That's why she usually doesn't let her customers get to that point, but this one was slippery. Stole drinks from other tennants around, discretely, building himself quite the drunkard state. Passed out in the toilets, took awhile just to get the door open, and peel him off the toilet and dragging its near lifeless body to the exit. Way too much time wasted, and she's late to the party. As she gets to the gates though, she screeches to a stop. Okay, that's not the kind of party she expected. What's that giant 3 headed dog doing there? And its TRAMPLING the place? Oh dear. She looks around for some familiar faces, hoping to get an in on what's going on. Sure, she's ready to fight it if need is... but she rather have people she trust against her back. Fortunatly, there's a few of those, she spots Avira and Faruja among others. She decides to go join them, casting a spell to help them up while she's not in range of punching it.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' The Burmecian frowns a bit as Evja asks about his presence today. "Wise? No. Necessary. My superiors believe my being here today shall show 'perserverence through adversity'. Discretely, between us...I think this is one of the older Templar I angered by joining having their revenge upon the 'vermin'." Shrug. "Not all are yet used to beings other than humans existing, even in the Church." Faruja throws a brief salute Perci's way. With so much Ominous Rumbling, he's glad that the gargoyle's around. Especially as a bloody large reptile erupts from the ground. Faruja looks /up/, feeling like some sort of ant. "Oh, Faram help me, I knew this was going to be a bad day." There's a gigantic beast, and one that's busting up from the ground. Somewhat defenseless at the moment, the rat can only cast protective and healing spells upon the armored Judge close to him, and upon Hades who seems like the Hydra's intent on eating. Faruja peers lightly, as a man bursts through a wall. Ignoring the man for the moment, he keeps his attention on the threat of the Hydra, nodding to Tifa as she Hastes him. The additional movement is enough for him to cane-scrabble off of the chariot, but someone's going ot have to cover the injured ratling.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel came here for the even she was not expecting there to be a hydra. She's not even sure what the heck a hydra is other than painful as the bast knocks her right off her ride. She goes sprawling to the arena floor, but manages to get back up. There's a lot of people here, a whole lot of people here that are in harms way. She's got her disk off her back and is working to run several quick commands as she prepares for combat. "...You won't get so lucky now."

:'''[[Hercules]] has posed:''' Hercules nods towards the totally trustworthy Hades who is totally a member of the family right? Right. No reason to worry about HAdes. What a trustworthy guy. But then... HYDRA! Okay maybe he shouldn't have trusted the guy whose head is on fire, but surely it was an innocent...mistake...of a ... god? Well he's not omniscient or anything. "Everyone stay calm!" He shouts. "Evacuate in an orderly fashion!..." He doesn't seem too worried for his safety. He has probably punched a hydra before. He charges forward, plowing one of the hydra's heads with his fist--only to get clobbered back by one of the others! He bleeds from the strike--he may be a son of a God...but this hero clearly is mortal. He hits the ground, dust kicking up. "Oof!" He says. If he had been entirely mortal though, his spine would have probably become a pretzel from a hit like that. Hercules sits himself up when suddenly-- "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YEAH!!!!!" A woman with an amazing singing voice shouts, a red carpet billowing down the arena's stands, a group of 7 women, one of whom is chubby, start traipsing down the carpet. "HIS NAME'S GRANT MAJORS, BUT HE WAS IN THE MINORS, TRAILING BEHIND THE GREATS, THE MEDIOCRE, AND THE LOSERS! STOP AND GO, HE HAD NOTHIN' TO SHOW, TILL ONE DAY HE BECAME A CONTENDER, AN UNDERDOG AT FIRST NOW HE'S NO PRETENDER!" They gesture behind them where a fresco appears, showing a flimsy armed dude suddenly flexing and carrying a giant spear and cape and sparkling and whatnot. "KING OF LAST PLACE, NOW HE'S A MEGA ACE! SECOND STRONGEST GUY IN THE ARENA, HE'S READY FOR A FLINGA!" They boogie, shaking their hips. "FOR A LOVED ONE'S MEMORY, HE'S ON A WINNING SPREE, HE'S SOMEONE EVEN OUR BOY'S HERC's GOTTA TAKE A BREATH OR THREE! GRAAAANT MAAAAAJOOOORS!!" Hercules looks towards the muses, back towards Grant, back towards the Muses. The hydra snakes a neck around his leg and pulls him up into the air, dangling him like a pinata as Hercules works on prying himself free. "Uh..." He says, dragging himself free and tying the neck in a knot, unceremoniously crashing to the ground. Ugh. "...Well..." He says. "...I don't like this timing but..." He looks over his shoulders. "...But maybe this'll convince Phil they're real heroes! I believe in them!" He looks back to Grant. "If you insist...!" "SOMEONE TO FEAR, ALL THE LADIES LOVE HIS MAGIC SPEAR!" The muses sing.

:'''[[Sanel]] has posed:''' People are in danger! The crowd is likely in panic as the Hydra has made itself known. With the massive beast roaring into existence, Sanel looks up at the monster trampling over the place. Sanel turns his head to the paniced crowd, uncertain about their fears and worries. Truth be told, the people here do not mean much to him. However... His eyes set upon the Hydra. Sanel's vision: Sanel is out walking along the streets with a leash in his hand, the hydra happily following the boy. "Sanel has a new best friend~." Back to Normal Sanel cracks his knuckles and he starts going down the bleachers. The massive beast is now within the boy's vision. Locking his single eye, Sanel will likely wind his hand back. "Hi. Sanel will make Big Lizard his friend." *SMACK!* Right on the leg. 

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' "Oh Lord, in my hour of need, be with me." He mouths to himself as he sees the head of the serpent arise from the pit. The legendary hydra! He'd read of it of course, but the mere sight of it was enough to freeze him momentarily in awe. Fumbling for his shield, he places it upon his right arm, and unsheathes his sword with his left. One of the Hydra's many heads descends upon him, and he barely manages to place the shield within the beast's mouth; he was not fast enough, or skilled enough to prevent a fang from raking across his arm. He certainly hoped that this Hydra wasn't as poisonous as the one of legend. The snarl in his throat becomes a roar of pain, and he begins to drive his chariot forward around the arena, calling out to the onlookers in the stands. "Get out of here! Run! This is the beast of legend, not some mummer's show for you to gawk at! Save yourselves!" He gesticulates his sword around as if to drive the point home to the people in the stands. "FLEE!" Seeing that they are either not fleeing, or if they are, not fleeing fast enough, he roars as loudly as his throat allows, his eyes glowing white like a demon of myth in an attempt to frighten the individuals who still thought this might be a show into leaving the stands. Once he finishes his round about the arena, he circles around to come to a stop in front of several of the competitors, Faruja in particular. While he wasn't going to imply the Templar was incapable, he wanted to be there to help cover for him in his injured state.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' The serpent creature breaks out of the floor, sending Cirra's chariot over, and Cirra backside over teakettle. She rolls across the floor untill she comes to a stop to look at the hydra towering above everyone, "What in blazes..." The Judge gets back to her feet and starts chanting under her breath, a field of concentric rings breifly appearing in front of her untill it fades from sight.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Now Avira's turned to look at Phil with her hidden technique: puppy dog eyes. Surely he would not disappoint this lady and tell them all they couldn't participate in the games, WOULD HE?! Then the ground rumbles again. This is unusual since Traverse Town has never experienced earthquakes before. As Avira considers this fact, the HYDRA. A REAL LIVE HYDRA bursts out of the ground, rising tall in all its serpentine glory. Avira's eyes widen as she stares up at the creature, huge like that Heartless Kraken. "I DIDN'T JINX US!!" Avira shrieks in self defense as she whips out her weapon. "IT'S CLEARLY NOT A HEARTLESS!!" Hydra's head looks down at her, clearly attracted by Avira's loud shrieking. With the swiftness of a snake, it strikes downwards and bites, taking the tiny woman into its mouth. Almost immediately, she sends a sharp blast of force down its throat, which is thankfully enough to make it release her. "GO ON!!" Avira shouts, "TRY DOING THAT AGAIN!!" She swings her sword, sending another shimmering blast of strange, silvery force at the beast. It likely...doesn't do much given it's size. But hey, Avira's had a lot of practice at ineffectively hitting large things lately. At least she could keep its attention off of the extremely snackable audience.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Naturally. A monster. Evja sighs and steps aside a bit as Faruja turns to get off the chariot before something worse happens and the Judge moves between the Hydra and him just in time to intercept the first attack with a large pure-white spear. The first snap towards the rabbit didn't quite work and, in fact, it clamps down on his arm, leaving a heavy grunt of pain as the spear nearly falls from his hand, though luckily he manages to defend a second time before lunging backwards, straight into a spell from the Burmecian knight behind him. "Mmph... thanks. Now wield your weapon and prepare to fight, I shall be your legs for now, let us both use our spears!" And with a swift grab, the rabbit reaches out to grab at Faruja, fully planning on, of all things, giving him a dragoon-style piggyback ride so the two could fight that monster.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Squeak! Faruja is suddenly piggyback riding a Judge. The Templar yanks out his spear, scowling at the great beast. "Alright, then. Unorthodox, but let us see if 'tis effective." Pause. Sigh. He mumbles. "Oh Lord, please let Lord Folmarv's tv set malfunction." The Templar piously prays. His Order's leader seeing this is the /last/ thing he needs. Keeping one hand and tail tight around the horns of the bunny-Judge's armor, he nods. "Let us go." A glance to Perci. "Use thy wings well, Squire Percival! Swiftness shall be our salvation!"

:'''[[Grant Majors]] has posed:''' Grant raises an eyebrow at the muse intro. It paid to associate with the greeks, apparently. He doesn't directly say anything, of course (though internall he once again begins to wonder just how gods get to know so much); he just whirls the spear around in one hand and levels it at Hercules. He keeps those unnaturally blue eyes locked on the grecian zero-to-hero, eyes focused carefully on the other man, trying to get the read of him based on what he knew about the demigod. He knew that the man was a hero; he knew that the man was the only thing in the room stronger than he was (except possibly the Hydra), he knew that he was capable of going toe-to-toe with the man but had to be careful, and he knew...well, he knew one more thing about the man, but it wasn't really relevant right now. "I appreciate it," Grant observes after a moment as he begins advancing slowly, carefully. He's being far more intelligent than his entry probably leads one to believe, carefully staying outside Hercules' range; it's easier to deal with the man if he controls the range, not Hercules. Suddenly, Grant's cape explodes outwards, flowing behind him as his eyes widen. A roar erupts from his lips, echoing through the arena, past the hydra; any civilians still near him and Hercules are probably running the heck away. He...smolders?...for a moment, trails of smoke pouring off his hands and feet (and the spear) as the man appears to buff up considerably. Then he comes swinging in for Hercules' chest with that massive spear; the spear, too, trails with smoldering smoke, as though it were also on fire, cutting a swath through the air as he stabs forward.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Hero's come out from everywhere! Magic flies around, aiming to aid the hero's in their assault against the monstrous hydra, but the monster growls hungrily for a moment at each one of them. However, it is caught by surprise as a little boy SMACKS it so hard across the leg it stumbles back. It looks angrily at him for a moment, before it's tail swings, aiming to smack into Avira's sword...just narrowly saving Sanel from pain. The Hydra looks...hungrily at our heroes for a moment, before it's massive tail swings at them, trying to knock them all flat on the ground. The tail swings slowly, back and forth, but at the same time it covers so much ground it's hard to watch out for! Worse then that, when it's tail stops swinging, it releases a blast of dark magical energy, which lands on the ground and starts releasing smaller versions of itself like missiles all around the arena! It does not care who it hits! Hades steeples his fingers, grinning a bit. "Game set.." Phil starts trying to get somewhere high...maybe...just maybe the old goat has a plan! "HEY KIDS! TRY SMACKING THE HEAD REAL GOOD!"

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa meets with Giant Tail. She thrusts her hands in front of herself, trying to push it away. Its a contest of strength folks! Hydra >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Tifa Obviously not in her favor, no matter how fast her user pushes buttons somewhere in the metaverse. She gets knocked out solidly, slamming back first against the walls of the arena, knocking the wind out of her. That... hurts. She can barely stand back, needing a few moments to get some air back. "...Knocking... its head real hard? I can do that..." She can try at least! She grabs a piece of the broken wall near her, and jumps up. Variation of her Meteor Strike, this time its like she literally tosses a meteor at the hydra's head. And then he hets needed in the nogging. Take that, lizard from hell.

:'''[[Hercules]] has posed:''' Hercules, still reeling from Hydra smackings, is slow to respond to the spear. It catches him in the thigh before he can avoid it and he lets out a hiss of pain as the wound tears open. He stumbles to the left and gets hit in the back by some Hydra-ic acid, crashing to the ground, his hands barely keeping him from faceplanting to the ground. That...was unusually easy? Hercules groans, raising a hand to his head. His vision's a bit blurry. What's going on, he wonders, that shouldn't have happened that badly. He stumbles up to his feet, shaking his head groggily. "Ghk..." He grunts, shaking his head. "Caught me off guard with that!" He's starting to sweat. Was it the fire, he wonders? It's a magic spear they said. He closes the gap on Grant--Faruja's magic is keeping him up--but for how long? Is this really the best of Hercules? He throws jabs at Grant, intending to force him on the defensive. Even with that sopening strike, Hercules is plenty strong enough to knock heads together. "So I agreed..." He manages. "mind telling me why now?"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' With Faru on his shoulders, and a combination of defensive spells and healing spells on him, Evja begins a slow running pace, building it up before suddenly he and the Burmecian on his shoulders vanish. Reappearing instantly at an angle from where they were high in the air, followed by an explosion from Evja's foot in the form of a shockwave, rebounding off the air again in the opposite direction and yet again vanishing and reappearing at the destination. A third leap straight up leaves the duo of dragoons flying straight down towards the Hydra, two large lances appearing in the Judge's hands as he quite literally attempts to jackhammer them both down onto the top of the Hydra's head. Success of his attack, or anything from Faruja, though, Evja winds up hit quite hard with an attack from the Hydra when he attempted to quickly pull out his Judge Sword only to realize it was inaccessible with the rat on his shoulders. MMPH, hit even harder than expected, too, he and Faruja go flying towards the ground.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' The Spine bounces off that heavily armored tail that first time and Avira's heart sinks. Of course her 'swordsmanship' isn't good enough to deal with something this large an armored. Right away, for the sake of survival, she abandons the notion of trying to prove those skills. Then the tail comes. Avira's eyes narrow and with an impressive leap, she twists her body through the air and evades getting smacked by it. Not only that, but her free left hand grabs ahold of the top of the tail, pulling her onto it in a crouched position. She's quickly onto her feet, running up the length of the tail. Onto the hydra's back. "HEY!!!!" she shouts up at it, drawing her blade back and letting ice magic cover its length. "OVER HEAR YOU FUTURE HANDBAG!" Though, hmm, a hydra scale shield does sound pretty good. Once it looks over at her, Avira unleashes several blasts of her ice magic, channeled through the Spine. The final one culminates with a strange blow shaped like a leaping wolven beast. Something bothers her though. How can this be a hydra if it only had one head?

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' He watched the introduction and Grant Major's first strike with a calm and appraising look, as he tried to size up the situation. Noting Faruja's advice, he begins to drive his chariot forward towards the Hydra. Picking up speed, he barely manages to knock aside one of the hydra's heads which are descending upon him. Climbing up to the edge of the chariot, he allows his wings to unfurl and uses the air current generated by the careening chariot to lift up into the air. He circles about to the side to line up both the Hydra and Grant Majors into one pass, before descending with his shield in position to block the Hydra's many heads, his sword at the ready to strike. Moving in, he picks a neck, and brings the blow down upon it with as much force as he can muster. Dodging and weaving through the maze of reptilian necks, he eventually finds his way out of the mess, and descends upon Majors, a battle cry emitting from his throat as he aims to buffet him with the blow created from his charge. "Nemo me impune lacessit!" Upon passing him, he would sweep himself into another updraft, and manuever himself to be at the ready for his next pass.

:'''[[Hercules]] has posed:''' Hercules has no idea what Percival just said. It was all GREEK to him after all DOH HO HO HO.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja finds himself briefly disoriented by the Judge's leap. It's entirely different from his own, but the Burmecian quickly masters his stomach. As he's slammed down by the Bunny Judge, the ratling grips his spear, already shining with Holy Light. Putting his back into it, the Templar finds himself glad his arm's at least in once piece! An incantation as the rat stabs forth, hopefully into the Hydra's head. "HOLY EXPLOSION" His spear's strike is followed up by a slamming column of Holy Light upon the beast, provided it doesn't miss or simply shrug it off upon its scales! Injured as he is, there's little he can do but brace himself as that tail impacts the Burmecian. Sent flying, for the second time in not very long, he's slammed into a wall. Crack. Cue more ribs re-broken.

:'''[[Sanel]] has posed:''' After the initial smack to get his attention, he sees the thing glare at him. "Hi. Sanel wants to be Big Lizard's friend." It shows no signs of mutual endearment when the tail sweps over his way. ... Or at least, for Avira's sword. But lo, themassive tai comesabck to sweep at the ground. Sanel attempts to grab onto he tail, "Hehehhee, funny---Ooof!" Sanel finds himself smacked across the body with the massive tail. Then, that plume of dark magic expels voer the boy, the smaller hydras are moving towards Sanel. That hidden eye glows ominously. As the energy moves closr, the boy reaches over for hugging the creature. WOOOSH! The energy fries him, "Iiiieeee...!" Then, the boy grimaces, hearing the creature. Sanel grumbles, looking pretty annoyed. So, Sanel is moving towards its tail, trying to cling onto it. And then, he begins his moment of climbing along its back. His good eye looks over at Tifa diving with a meteor at the monster's head. Avira's comment...? "Nooooooo..... Sanel will have his friend and pet." However, first thing is first. Discipline. As Sanel moves towrds its back, Sanel glares with that single eye. A hand winds back and he starts moving to smack it upside the head. "Bad. Bad. Bad. Bad. Big Lizard listen to Sanel." ....And the explosion of light moves to its head, which Sanel turns to see Faruja. "Ahh... Snow Mouse King." Now Sanel has to choose between the Hydra or Faruja. Hydra would be a larger pet. Why not?

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' The tail swings and smashes Krisnys aside, sending her tumbling for the second time today. She picks herself up off the ground again and takes her scythe in hand as she starts running for the hydra. The head? She heard someone say the head. Jumping up, Cirra swings her scythe around to strike with the end of the shaft like a quarterstaff to the hydra's midsection and uses it as a lever to push herself up into the air where she kicks off the scaly hide again and into the air where she swings the scythe down, trying to hammer the point of the blade between the hydra's eyes.

:'''[[Grant Majors]] has posed:''' Grant can't help but notice how easily he tears through Hercules's side. He'd heard the man was better, tougher, stronger than that; the magic (and immense) spear was one thing, and it was certainly good at tearing through things - monsters, buildings, whatever he happened to focus his strength on at the time - but he'd heard Hercules was made of sterner stuff than your average brick wall. He frowns a bit behind the cape, but it's not like Hercules can see it. Still...was he really just strong enough to tear through the son of Zeus like that? Apparently, yes. But the son of Zeus isn't down for the count. Hercules stands and comes in swinging like a boxer or a monk; his right hook smashes into Grant's face hard, his left into his stomach, his right into his chest, his left into his side. If it weren't for his own durability, he's pretty sure the man would've just ripped him in half; as it is, the bruises already appearing on his chest are a testament to just how ferocious Hercules is. As Hercules's fist comes swinging in again for another shot, Grant's cloak suddenly explodes outwards, as if it were about to strike back at the Son of Zeus - And then Grant is blindsided by the charge, as Percy's sword crashes against his side. It cuts in - though obviously not nearly as hard as Percy hoped it would, because there's not a lot of blood, although the sizzling smoke...did his wound cauterize itself? "Is that what you call an honorable battle?" Grant growls at Percival and Hercules. But nothing more He just looks incredibly angry at them both as he spins his massive spear around. No...not just angry. Disappointed. Like he's been insulted. Grant suddenly juggles the huge spear from one hand to the other; then he hurls it, sending it flying upwards into the sky. It disappears from view; Grant adopts a boxer's pose, stepping back a bit. High, high, high up in the sky, the spear begins to fall towards Hercules and Percival. Considering it's roughly the size of a large tree trunk, and being aided not only by gravity but by magic, that's going to leave /quite/ a mark in the ground.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is not having much luck agians thte hydra she's somewhat able to avoid the a direct hit but it's not enough to down her totally. Still it's pretty hurt though. what the heck is this thing. She's caught again and prehaps shouldn't have even bothered to prepare she's back up. She knows if you stay down your derezzed. She's back on her feet and there goes the disk as she aims for the thing's head and then breaks into a run for the side. She eyes the legendary hero, she'd read a little about his lengend in her studies on users but not too much. Just enough to know the man's a wrecking ball Just what is he up to?

:'''[[Hercules]] has posed:''' Hercules knows Grant well enough by reputation to know he can take these punches. Otherwise he'd be very loath to be punching him at all. He is panting heavily, as if he just ran a mile. Strange, but maybe it's that injury. That injur that won't stop hurting. Hercules is known for his power not his toughness, but his stamina isn't something he slouched in either, that's a large part of what Phil's training WAS with him. That--and control. "You didn't..." He pants. "Answer my question... why now?" He jerks away from the spear's tip--for whatever reason he's very concerned about that. He reaches up, catching the spear before it crushes him, but he snarls in pain as that thigh wound hits him again. He lets the spear drop, stumbling away from it. "Hard to have an honorable fight in these circumstances." Hercules counters, sweating up a storm. "But a hero is against the odds all the time. A hero...is about heart...the heart to win even when the odds are stacked against them." He didn't ask for any help, if Percy's heart tells him to interfere, how could Hercules even stop him? Indeed, how could he stop anybody right now? He doesn't seem to be in any condition. He darts forward suddenly, swinging again. The punches are getting a bit more wild, but he's trying to stick to his training. Faruja's regeneration spell is starting to wear off. A wave of nausea hits Hercules mid one of his punches and he jerks suddenly, pulling back from Grant before he can properly finish his set, weakening the overall effect.

:'''[[Grant Majors]] has posed:''' Hercules is very impressive. Grant can't deny that. As the spear comes down and smashes into Percy - and is subsequently caught and dropped by Hercules - Grant can't help but be impressed by the other man's strength. It was natural; when you see someone as a rival, you appreciate their own abilities in relation to yours. You appreciate that which they're good at, that which they're as good as you at, that which you're equal in or that which you surpass them in but only barely. When you see someone as worthy of fighting you, you can't help it; you just do it by instinct. So Grant can't help but be surprised when Hercules drops the massive spear; he goes running forward, snagging the spear in one hand like it's nothing. The smoking hole in the ground from where the speartip pierced can't help but draw his attention - his spear had never done that before, ever. He'd never seen it do that sort of thing...and he doubted it was just a new power to the spear that he hadn't been told about. No...something was wrong here. Suspicions raised, and focus achieved, he's very nearly caught completely blindsides by Hercules. The man's wild fists hammer against him without pause; it's like being hit by a jackhammer, over and over and over, his teeth rattling inside his skull, his jaw crashing against itself. He nearly bit his own tongue, and he's pretty sure a rib cracks; even as Grant's cloak lashes out, red tendrils of cloth stabbing back at Hercules, Grant can't help but wonder. Hercules pulls off him, stumbling, and Grant sees a chance. He could ram the blade up through Hercules's spine right now, as he stumbled; he could just hammer the man hard, finish the fight, /win/. But... Grant shakes his head, his white hair flying everywhere. Something is very wrong here. "Because it was demanded of me," Grant replies, setting the tree-trunk spear down on the ground hilt-first; it thuds loudly, the massive weapon leaning against him as he straightens. This was wrong. Something was very wrong here. "Hardly my choice, Ser; I would have preferred not having anyone who could get hurt or interfere about, but..." He shakes his head again, his blue eyes sinking shut. "I admit that I do not think I would get a better chance to see how great a hero you are than this moment...but you are indeed a skilled warrior, if nothing else." Grant's eyes open. They're shining with blue light. "Will you show me your real strength? All of it. Everything you have." He holds up his hand, his fingers gesturing towards his bare chest. "Show me your might, Hercules. I will not be satisfied by these jabs. I want to see your best."

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Spears, holy magic, the wrath of the ice, and attempts to make the Hydra behave smash into the hide of the powerful beast. It roars in pain, rearing back as Avira's strike smashes upon it's dome. Once more staggering with pain as it rears... The Mouse and his ride, slam both spears down into the things ear's. Once more it roars, snapping at the pair of them as they jump by. Percival beats it right into nose, and it also snaps right back at it. "JUMP UP ON THE HYDRA'S BACK!" Phil calls, and Cirra manages to answer the call! As she does so, she bounces off of the thing, using her DARK POWERS to not only wound the thing severely, but also throw a large urn into the head of the beast, causing it to fall over unconscious. Tifa's massive fist breaks into the hide of the beast, snapping it out of it's stupor. Roaring with pain and agony, it slams it's head into the ground, causing THREE heads to appear where there was once only one! Each one looks MASSIVELY angry at you. Especially at Phil! "GET UP ON THE HYDRA'S BACK!" he calls again, this time, doing so will allow you to stun and EASILY vanquish the heads! However, right now, it is taking offense to being danced on. The heads snap and bite everywhere. There is no place safe as it attempts to sink it's venom dripped fangs into anything that moves!

:'''[[Hercules]] has posed:''' Something feels wrong to Hercules too. But--listening to this man, he doesn't sense any ill will behind it. Hercules isn't a great judge of character, of course, he is a bit naive and often makes foolish mistakes. His WIS stat is average at best. But he doesn't get the sense that this guy has some sort of vendetta against him. He is asked to give his best shot, not jabs--or anything of the sort. Hercules chuckles, finding that very funny for some reason. For whatever reason, he hasn't BEEN ABLE to give his best shots. He wasn't holding back out of fear of hurting him so much as because he had little choice. But the comment does seem to restore some life to him, some of that will back into his steps. "Alright." He says. "I trust you." A weird thing to say to someone out for your head (metaphorically or otherwise), but Hercules seems to mean it. Then again, this guy trusted Megara? He trusts Hades even, no reason not to! Okay maybe he's actually a bad judge of character. But being a bad judge of character has worked out for him so far. He takes in a deep breath, trying to take his mind off the pain. And then he charges. "Since you can take it...!" He yells. For a brief moment, it's like he hasn't been struck by that spear at all. Hercules aims to tackle into Grant hard, enough to send him crashing into the emptied stands, shattering the benches as he dives in for a follow through, jabbing repeatedly at his body with his fists--but it's like Fist of the North Star, he's just pounding away like a jackhammer, driving a big hole in the stadium seats because--well--he has no choice now but to use some property damage to his advantage. He finishes up with a headbutt for Grant's head. And then--slumps suddenly. The adrenaline. It's starting to wear off. "They'll manage..." He whispers, suddenly tired, his body and limbs heavy. "They were just like me...wanting to be heroes, no proof, but a lotta heart.... If I can't finish this...they...they will."

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Suddenly, there was a trench in the ground! A deep gouge formed from Evja being thrown back-first into a skidding stop formed from a wall of dirt. Towards the end, he flips and manages to bring up his spear just in time to keep himself from being snapped in two by the Hydra, though yet again the teeth of that damned thing slash right through his thick armor, leaving him crying out audibly in pain from the searing venom of it. Knocking the teeth away, the rabbit spies the rat and leans towards him, kicking off as if jumping only to vanish and reappear next to him, grabbing him up in a single movement and carrying him damsel-in-distress style. "Keep us all alive, Senra, I'm preparing to lay it down with my next attack - pending it isn't tougher than I think." Soon enough, Evja was running around the coliseum arena with the rat in hand, passing by various parties to allow him a chance to try and keep them all alive while he prepares.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart wasn't on the Hydra's back! So those attacks were not nice at all. Getting thrown off after landing on the Hydra's nose knee first, she crashed landed rather badly in some of the rubble. She grrs as she picks herself out of the rock formation. She's not happy. She's not on the winning side right now, nothing to please her. Her attacks got brushed off. What happens when a barmaid gets angry? SHE TOSSES THINGS! And if she can't get on the Hydra's back like Phil is suggesting, she's going to get the Hydras back to come to us. You gussed it folks. She's supplexing a 3 headed hydra.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' At last! Progress! Something about this hydra is still bugging her and that something finally reveals itself to Avira when they vanquish a head... ...and find three in its place. "Ffff-WHERE'S MAIRA?! MAIRA ARE YOU IN THE CROWD?!?!?!" Avira calls out frantically. "WE NEED FIRE!" Yes, Avira's /read/ those myths. "WE NEED TO KILL IT WITH FIRE!!!" All that yelling attracts an awful lot of attention. Avira's already on the hydra's back, you see, and in good range to be snapped up by one of the heads. Being tiny means Avira's pretty bite-sized though astute onlookers can see feet sticking out of the hydra's lips. Seconds later, following strategic jabbing of the uvula, Avira is uncerimonously spat out and tumbles across the arena floor. Covered in hydra saliva. "Ugh-" she groans and picks herself up, pressing a hand to herself. First aid time. After hitting herself up, the same spell is directed Tifa's way.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Teeth! Faruja is quick to throw up a Protect spell, the Hydra's jaws snapping around it and shattering it. Thankfully, this means the rat's going to live to squeak another day. Which is exactly what he does when he's pulled up by Evja. One can practically /hear/ his pride snapping. There's /healing/ to do however. "Quite! I shall not allow my allies to fall!" It's said as knightly as possible. He's no damsel, blast it! Tail flick! Looking to the greatest of the wounded as he's carried by, Faruja incants. "Heal the wounded with miraculous power! Curaga!" Beautiful healing spells flash over as many of his allies as the rat can manage.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Blink. "L...Lady Tifa!? One...one cannot toss a beast such as that!" Seriously. Faruja looks somewhat disturbed at Tifa's attempt. Also, the rat throws a towel from within his robes to Avira. She needs it.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is just getting wrecked very hard at this point, she's still in the fight but she's been not doing well against large things lately like the heartless. Some part of her wonders if she's starting to get out of date. She shrugs off the thought quickly ebnough but she's clearly hurt. It could be worse though she triggers another command line a minor system restore and she's back in the fight heading for the fight. She's heading for the beast to get up on it's back, all right this should be a sound plan where nothing could ever go wrong, but what other option does she have really? She recovers her disk as it returns to her and here goes nothing...

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' And down he goes. A hydra head goes in for the kill, and he barely manages to raise his shield in time. While it glances him, the force of the blow sends him spiralling out of control towards the arena floor. And then comes the spear. In his uncontrolled descent, he finds himself unbalanced, and the blow prevents him from righting himself. The impact causes him to crash behind Grant Majors and the Greek Hero, and the spray of acidic venom from a head that comes perilously close only makes matters worse. He hits, hard, and at first finds that he has trouble rising, at he uses his sword to as a crutch to reach his feet. "Honorable you say, Sirrah? You have a strange notion of honor, challenging a man to a duel whilst a serpent bites at his heels." He rises to his feet, and circles about the platform, taking in the man's measure. "If you think of me as a second equal to the Lernaean Hydra, then I'll take that as a compliment." And then he watches as Hercules literally pounds the man into the pavement. While he'd like nothing more than to finish off the man for what he regards as a cowardly attack, honor was everything to him, and the man's accusation of dishonor gave him pause. "Rise, sirrah. I won't stoop so low as to attack a man while he's down."

:'''[[Grant Majors]] has posed:''' There really is no ill will behind Grant Majors. He's an earnest man; the glowing eyes notwithstanding, he has so far been completely open with Hercules, including about not wanting do this here. So when the Son of Zeus comes swinging in, Grant mentally forces his cloak not to respond, mentally forces his own instincts down as he brings up his arms only to block, not to strike back. The spear begins falling to the ground. Tackled. Grant goes flying with the World's Strongest Hero; he soars backwards, smashing into the stands, through the stands, his head bashing against solid bone, breaking into his skull and immediately cauterized by whatever it was that he had going for him. Smoke rises from under the stands as his body attempts to keep up with the sheer destruction Hercules is wreaking upon it; each fist is, indeed, a jackhammer smashing into his stomach, his chest, his ribs, his lungs. No, not a jackhammer; a train. A freight train, an unbelievably powerful freight train, though Grant only knew what a train was from his conversations with people who came to the arena about the real world. He did not know what a train really was, but for some reason, the metapho felt tremendously appropriate. His ribs crack inside his body; his chest begins to weigh heavily upon him as Hercules gives him the best he's got, holding back literally nothing, all the strength Hercules has to offer behind him. Grant roars outwards, a challenge that echoes through the arena; his lungs may be breaking under the strain of the God of Strength, but Grant Majors refuses to back down. Even as the stands collapse, deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper, sinking down into the stone, even as each blow from Hercules shakes the stadium to the core, shakes the Hydra, shakes Grant, even as each blow shakes the whole area like an Earthquake going off... He does not yield. That alone is testament to the man's tenacity as a being; he really, really, really can take it. He really, really can. Hercules's face comes smashing into Grant's; Grant's ricochets off the stone stands, and back into Hercules's face as the other man slumps. Grant frowns. No. This is not right. He stands - or more accurately, wobbles, barely able to stand up from the beating he just took, his muscles and his bones and his body screaming out in pain as he hefts Hercules over his shoulder. Grant gives Percival a very, very long look, those unnaturally blue eyes staring out at him, glowing with the same unnatural blue light. "Honor is pretty warped to begin with, if you stop and think about it. Now get out of my way. He needs help, and you annoy me."

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' The Hydra sinks a fang into Cirra's leg as it snaps its jaws at her "Hnng!" she grunts with her eyes screwed shut as she feels the searing pain shoot through her leg, only to have it dulled by a healing spell from somewhere out of sight. Cirra swings her scythe up and slams it down on the Hydra head that bit her, trying to stun the creature, or at least, this part of. Maybe they don't have to kill it, just beat it senseless. THen she hits it some more for good measure.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' The Hero's proceed to recoil from the monster's massive attacks! Preferring to play it safe instead of all out attacking the monster. The Hydra looks dangerously at each one of you, it's many heads grinning with animistic glee... It was about to get some HEROES in it's stomach! However... Cirra, I AM THE LAW, Constantine does not eat nachos. Nor does she put up with the crap of Hydra's. She dives in, right as Phil launches another Urn at the back of the creature, keeping it stunned again! Her blade cuts through the three heads...causing them to explode in munny and green orbs! Tifa, taking advantage of it's beheaded state falls grabs it, and with a feat of strength literally SUPLEXING the monster into it's back. There is a groan...but is that it? A massive /roar/ tears through the arena, as it stands back onto it's serpentine body and unleashes... LOTS of heads. Heads EVERYWHERE...there are literally SO MANY HEADS now it's crazy. They all start biting, trying to gnash it's teeth into every person here, trying to sink their poison into them... This is followed by blasts of dark thunder, not just coming down in slow bolts, but rapid thunderous strikes.

:'''[[Hercules]] has posed:''' That thigh wound. Was it really that brutal of a strike? Did it hit a major artery or something? It isn't bleeding, precisely, but there's an odd coloration around the wound. Cutting loose, it felt nice to do that, Hercules thinks. He's not getting up from his slump, he's having a hard enough time breathing as it is. Even if Hercules was inclined to speak up in Grant's defense, he can't really do that right now. it takes all his will to not keel over. Was it the hydra-- --well it migt not matter, for it seems Grant is having second thoughts about this fight. Hercules slumps as he's hefted up in Grant's arms. He's a pretty heavy guy, but Grant's super strength should be able to handle it just fine. Hercules is totally helpless. He hasn't 'fallen' persay, but it'd be remarkably easy to take him down at this point--for good even, were anyone inclined. His breath gets raspy.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' With the rounds of healing and charging done, the Viera Judge skids to a stop and says to Faruja, who was still in his arms, and deposits him upon the edge of the arena bleachers. "Be safe, it is about to be quaking." Running towards the woman who had supplexed the Hydra, the Judge landed and said quickly, "I plan to attack it with everything I have, if you can expose the underside again, I may be able to finish it!" And then BAM, after it rolled over while he was speaking, the sudden flurry of attacks sent Evja flying backwards and crashing into the bleachers in an explosion of stone and cobble. Luckily he had thrown up a Hipotion onto himself just before the attack hit. Evja stood after a moment and began running as fast as he could with a spear in each hand dragging on the bleachers behind him. A few swift here and there leaps got him onto the lip of the Coliseum before he jumped thrice and wound up high in the air above the Hydra. The Judge began to glow golden white for a brief moment before the he began to spin in mid air. With each rotation he flung a copy of one of his golden lances at the Hydra far below, the impact did they hit likely hard enough to bounce a boulder. If he had his way... And Tifa was able to once again uproot the Hydra... Evja was going to quite literally attempt to bounce the Hydra with those concussive lances before he finally shouted with an echoing force, "JUDGE SPEAR!" and all of the previous spears vanished, trailing up into a single massive spear - which was summarily hurled down towards the Hydra in an attempt to run it through.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart appreciates the help she's gotten from Faruja and Avira, allowing her to stay up onher feet a bit longer at least. That Hydra is being pretty hard hitting after all. She's almost surprised herself that she managed to flip that giant thing on its back... but that didn't work for long, apparently... and it didn't appreciate it either! She shrieks a bit, 3 heads are one thing, but this is too many! And then Evja asks her to do it AGAIN!?!?!? Something that... doesn't seem necessary apparently as Evja turns on the pain on the body. The lizard doesn't seem to appreciate it! "I... uhm... gonna skip that this time, if you don't mind..." She turns toward the other heads, that are apparently writhing in agony right now... Well she doesn't want one to get back up or split again, so she runs over to it, jumping up and landing down hard on its nose again, which seems to be a soft enough spot. Hey she only has her fists, not metal weapons after all ~_~

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' "Honor is what you make of it, Sir, it is a subject I contemplate frequently." He points his blade at him. "The feeling is entirely mutual, if I find that your newfound benevolence belies a sinister fate for your charge, then I will return and harry you into the pits of Tartarus themselves." The Gargoyle turned then, and noted that the defenders were beginning to tire. The battle had to end, and the only guidance he had on how to seek its end came from the brusque little Satyr. Taking a few calming breaths, he steadied himself for the coming trial, his eyes closing as he had a brief moment of pious inspiration. "Oh Lord, in this, our hour of need, strengthen us." And then he was charging the serpent on all fours, dodging and weaving. The heads struck him more times than he would like to admit. The lightning coarsed through his form. He did not know how he reached the beast's body, but then he began to climb onto its back. What was he doing? He was going to die here. The thought actually frightened him, and fear brought rage to his mind. His mind flashed back to that day in Ireland, long ago. Remembrance day. His eyes glowing with white hot rage, his blade flashed in an attempt to sever the necks of the Hydra. He was tried to dodge, tried to deflect at first. So many, so many. And then cornered by the sudden maze of heads, he began to act entirely by instinct. Blind ferocity marked his onslaught as he weaved in between the necks, grappling, clawing, biting, and screeching terribly as he took wound after wound. If he'd had half a mind, he might have noticed that Evja had already smote the beast terribly, but he didn't even have that right now.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' She's up on the beast's back she's managed to get into a good postion to strike but it doesn't go so well suddenly it rezzes it's self a whole lot more heads. WAit how does that even work for an organic creature. Why do the rules here keep on changing in user space. The basic can be driven around the bend by this at times, but she's just starting to hit the point. It's user space it runs on chaos stop thinking too hard about it. Still she's got her disk in hand and she launches herself again at the beast aiming to sever onf ot the heads and then drage the killing edge down the body of the beast as she drop back to the ground.

:'''[[Grant Majors]] has posed:''' "Apparently not," Grant mutters under his breath as Percival goes and takes off. He's still got Hercules on his shoulder; he wobbles again, blood rolling down his chest and his face, blood his self-cauterizing trick was too slow to catch and stop, and then takes a flying jump towards the group standing around the dead Hydra. He falls, and the cape puffs outwards around him, slowing his fall before he hurts himself and Hercules; then he sets Hercules down gently, inspecting the wound. He stands up, moving over to go grab his spear - because he's pretty sure Hercules didn't just /tire himself out/ swinging on him. Something is very wrong here. Very, very, very wrong here.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira catches that towel and wipes her face off. The rest of her will have to wait. There's a HYDRA on the loose. While Cirra and Tifa are generally off being awesome and crushing the hydra so badly it spawns more heads, Avira is looking around frantically. Eventually, she spots what she needs: a torch, held to the wall in a metal holder, though tragically unlit at the moment. She grabs it off the wall. Just as she turns, a hydra head comes snapping down at her. Unlike the other times, she is not eaten by the beast and manages to dive-roll out of the way. Twisting up to her feet, she yelps suddenly as a blast of lightning strikes down mere inches away, leaving a small smouldering fire on the ground. Fully taking advantage of this, she sticks the torch against it and gets it burning. This, of course, comes not a moment too soon as another hydra head strikes out at her. A silvery shimmer surrounds Avira as she leaps to the side of this one. Wasting no time, and with a hard look in her eye, she brings the Spine down upon the neck with a mighty cleave, her force of will extending beyond just the physical reach of the strange-looking serrated sword. Her other hand, still firmly gripping the lit torch, shoves it into the wound. Moving quickly, Avira leaps onto the hydra's neck and runs down its length, fending off any further heads with the Spine as she does so. Once to the body, she laboriously begins hacking away, cleaving at the base of the necks when she can, immediately following up with a cauterizing strike from the torch.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja is sat upon the bleachers, still dazed and hurting from the Hydra apply even more TEETH to the rat. He needs the rest, wounds he'd already sustained not long ago worsened. As everything shakes and is generally snapped at by the numerous heads of the great Hydra, he takes a moment to heal himself, letting the bunny do his thing. The Burmecian watches in utter awe at the assault he witnesses. Golden lances and the leaping skill of the Judge that, by his reckoning, surpasses the Burmecian's own both interests him deeply as well as puts him in awe. Then Tifa SUPLEXES A HYDRA. Injured as he is, he can't help but feel tiny against such strong and powerful allies. Nor is the Burmecian going to allow them to simply fight alone. Percival and Deel too fight on, and the rat steadies himself. An incantation, and a swirl of Light swallows the ratling. Spat out above the great beast, he thrusts his spear. Taking a hint from Avira's attack, burning blades rise from the ground to cut into groups of its necks, swiftly followed by the pure elemental swords of Split Punch. Finally, spear blazing with residual holy energy, he falls upon the Hydra, slashing downwards like an axe with the weapon as if to try to split it from cranium down to it's neck. Or one of it's necks, at any rate.

:'''[[Hercules]] has posed:''' That wound seems... "POISONED!" The muses sing suddenly. "Hades got it out for his nephew, yes it's true, he sure do, secretly without speaking in Grant's ear, he put some poison on that spear! Oh me, oh my!! What a wicked guy!" They shish boom bah around the arena. "We're the muses so listen, we're dropping some exposition! Listen to this lesson, that spear was covered in hydra venom!" "OH YEAAAAAAAAAH BABY YES IT WAS!" "The Lord of the Underworld never said nothin' 'bout keeping it clean, bless my soul, no he di'int!" The muse on the left z-snaps and shakes her head and hips rythmaticaly! "Without some healing with some feeling, Herc's running out of time! The lord of wheeling and dealing got him good, so we rhyme! MMmmmHMM!" Freakin' Muses, always on the hero's side. "Bhh..." Hercules enunciates... HEROICALLY!

:'''[[Grant Majors]] has posed:''' Grant inspects the massive tree-trunk sized spear silently as the group kills the Hydra dead. Good, good for them, they got to celebrate and be heroes and stuff and qualify for the Hades Cup, whatever. He's more preoccupied with Hercules. He had no problem killing the other man - or, well, he had a PROBLEM with it but he was also a soldier and a Templar besides, he knew that sometimes people got killed in war and fights and that this was one of those situations where it wasn't really going to hang over his head - but this wasn't right. This was...actively wrong. His Spear didn't steal strength from people, didn't leave wounds that looked like they were open and sickening, didn't break people like that. He stares at the spear curiously, the tip in particular - that initial strike had been the first time and the only time he'd hit Hercules with the weapon, and since then, he'd been getting steadily weaker. Grant looks carefully to the spear - and then the muses' song hits his ear. Poison. Venom. Tsk...no wonder. He drops the spear in disgust, moving over to Faruja and grabbing at the scruff of the little ratfolks' neck. "You need to heal him, right now." His other finger swings over to the injured and broken Hercules. "Now, with everything you have, or he will die." Then his eyes flare with that terrible blue light, and he turns them on Hades, narrowing. "You demanded his death of me. I was willing to carry that out - but /my/ way, in a fair fight, above board." Grant's voice is on edge now as he turns away from Hades, his cloak billowing around behind him, and moves back towards Hercules. He wobbles near the man's body, looking down at him, the light in his eyes slowly dimming. "I'm sorry. I had no idea."

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' There is much wailing and gnashing of teeth. Most of it is from the Hydra. Heads smash into her and throw her about, crushing her between their jaws and then zapping her with dark lightening. It all looks very very painfull. Cirra's smouldering armored hand smashes down on the Hydra's one head, fingers digging into hte scaly flesh as she looks at the serpent's eyes with her own red eyes, red eyes that flash golden. "Begone!" Dark power arcs across her body as she smashes her hand down again and pries herself free, tearing at serpent's body as she tears herself free of it's mouth (and about a third of her own armor). The Judge runs down the things neck, raising her scyth up overhead as she comes down at the point where all the necks connnect and swings the curved blade down in a single stroke, trying to cleave the monster in half.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' The Hydra snaps it's jaws murderously, releasing blast after blast of dark thundaga around the arena! The arena was being trashed... But good thing our Hero's were on top of it! The Civilians are gone! MISSION OBJECTIVE COMPLETE! The jaws of the Hydra snap repeatedly at Evja, who gets... QUICKTIME EVENT! Triangle, square, X, X, BACK! Combo successful! The Hydra's head snaps, but catches only the JUDGE SPEAR, which is shoved right through it, and down through the neck, removing the head! Tifa's fists are not made of steel, but they hit like a truck. They pound on one of the Heads, before she QUICK TIME EVENTS a kick into the side of it's head, and literally breaks through another head. Percy comes down on all fours, and he two initiate's QUICK TIME EVENT MODEO! He jumps, left, right, relying only on instinct and his blade...and he too, cuts right through one of the Hydra's heads! The head fading into darkness as it rears back! It wasn't looking good for it! Deelel was down, but not out. Flipping into the air during her own...you guessed it QTE, she throws the disc once! Twice! THREE TIMES! Each strike bouncing the disc off of the same head, before she comes down, slicing through it with /STYLE/! Avira has read legends! The flaming sword smashes into the Hydra's head, which causes it to REAR back in pain and sudden fear! Oh god, not THAT! Two heads bite down at her, trying to catch her off guard, but she too... QUICK TIME EVENTS! Left! Right! And then she leaps forward, like some sort of female Sanger Zonvolt! She too, removes a head! Holy is the spear that cast it's light on the darkness before it! So is the same true of the brave RatKnight who continues to fight despite all odds and sanity! He too enters... QUICK TIME EVENT as he instead of ducking and juking... has to power up his SPLIT PUNCH! Holy power channels through his body as the SQUARE button is mashed mercilessly... and the massive spike spears another head, causing the last and final head to fade into darkness. However, the monster is not down yet! The stumps of neck start to bulge! Oh god...MORE HEADS?! The Dark Knight knows where the heart of this beast lies. She too knows where to strike to end this once and for all. Thanks to the effort of others... She gets one last strike, her event focusing on the singular point in the Hydra that keeps causing all of these heads to form. She winks... And appears right behind the Hydra, blade extended. There is no roar, no screaming...nothing is left as it finally falls on one side, starting to fade into dark energy. Hades appears on the ground, looking towards Grant. "Hey! Hey! What's the big ide-.." The Muses. "Hey! That's slander! /I/ didn't put the poison on there." And that's true. That was Pain's job...Hades just.../arranged/ it. "Ugh.." Hades says in frustration. And is gone. vanishing in a pillar of flame! "How DARE he..." Hades says, somewhere else. "Almost HAD that Jerkules! Ugh.." he pauses.. "No no...play it cool. Fair and square huh...then we just need to make it so that cheating is fair."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' While being picked up by his neckscruff isn't exactly the thing Faruja desires most, he's not going to complain. He honestly preferred the maiden-carry. More important things are afoot! Such as ensuring one Hercules does not die! "Quite, Ser! Your prayers, if you would give them, would be most appreciated!" Reaching into his robes, he pulls out an ether. Chug! One incantation later, and he Warps over to Hercules, only to fall about a foot. Ow. Dusting himself off, he quickly gets to work. "Esuna! Curaga! Lord cradle your soul, Ser! Though He shall once day greet you with pride, that day is not this day! In the name of Faram and Saint Ajora, I CLEANSE you of this dishonor done upon body and pride!" Blame the many injuries as of late, or some alcohol getting mixed in with his ethers, but the rat's getting in to his speeches and healing today. Chug! Heal! Chug! Heal! Who knew time at bars would pay off in the healing arts.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' When the Rabbit Judge finally lands, the giant spear vanishes and he takes a few wobbly steps forward, only to slump and fall flat onto his face. Seems he used up just a bit too much energy. That, and he was quite spent himself.

:'''[[Grant Majors]] has posed:''' %t Ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. "...my prayers are no good anymore," Grant replies after a moment, settling his hand on Faruja's shoulder and giving it a firm pat. He's a titanically strong man, apparently; he's trying very hard not to knock the ratfolk off his feet. "Definitely not to Ajora Glabados."

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart looks rather relieved when the hydra breaks down into pieces like that. Phew. She got badly bruised during that fight. Being thrown around, and tailwhipped, that hurt the barmaid alot, but fortunatly nothing permanent. Not like missing limbs and such. She turns over to sees Faruja disapear, blinking. "What's going on?" She didn't get all of the details since she got in late, no idea that Hercules and Grant are fighting somewhere. All she knows is that the place is still standing at least.

:'''[[Hercules]] has posed:''' Hercules is healed up. He's still trashed but that wound on his thigh doesn't seem quite so super heretical. Congratulations! FARUJA SPECIAL ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: SUPER HEALRETICAL - HEAL THE SON OF A GOD (but not yours) Hercules groans, rubbing sweat off his forehead. He looks around a bit and manages, "Caught...just enough of that..." He labors. "I knew you weren't a bad guy." He chuckles for a moment then coughs into his fist. "Looks like I couldn't handle this one... Thank you, everyone--I'd like to...ngghh....make sure the civilians are okay, can you do that for me? I'm sure Phil will see you as heroes now." Though lord knows Phil is going to give HIM a hard time over all this. 'Getting hit by a poisoned blade, THATS IT BACK TO THE BASICS BUDDY!'

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Phil jumps down, nearly busting his BUTT from the fall. "Look at you Herc! A little tussel and you're all beat up! BACK TO TRAINING for you! BASICS again!" he stamps his foot once and looks at everyone else assembled... "Yeah...well, that was some good fightin' there...so.." Phil shrugs, "Alright fine, you're all in." "BUT FOUR WORDS! NEVER STOP TRAINING!" Phil says, and moves to help Herc back to get some aid.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra lands on the ground, huffing and panting. She holds her leg where the hydra bit her and starts to awkwardly walk off the arena as the creature falls.

:'''[[Hercules]] has posed:''' Hercules is carted off by Phil. His last words: "But that's three--"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel lands she's a mess but she's still sanding she looks back at the hydra's form. Seriously what the heck /was that thing/. She's going to chug another potion and goe to check off on the crowd. Herc seems well in hand by Phill though she's looking a bit off he may be pushing hrself too hard.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "Though He may not answer all prayers, the Lord never ignores them. Your prayers are certai..." Super Pat of Doom! Thump! Muzzle, meet dirt. Also body. Moan. Faruja yanks his snout out of a ratmouth sized hole. Peering at Grant, the rat shakes his head. Who /is/ that man who so seems to believe the Saint would turn away from him? A glance to the certainly-not-a-Heretic Hercules. Smiling warmly, he nods. "Of course. Allow me...fah, let me see, I /knew/ I should have marked a cane." Anti-Warp! Faruja yanks a spear from a Light-swirl. Using it like a crutch, he gets up, hobbling towards the crowds and other competitors. Even as he does so, he's already throwing healing spells. "Ser...Hercules, was it? No matter who strong a single person becomes, they are but a single twig against the strength of a person amongst allies. Remember that."

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' The Hydra fell so suddenly that he literally slid off his back to be dumped unceremoniously onto the arena floor. The impact had the effect of snapping him out of it at least. He felt as if he had just slogged his way through a thick fog, as his rheumy eyes scanned the arena. Priorities first. Did he harm anything other than the Hydra? It didn't seem to be that way at least. Hercules had been far away when he began his assault on the Hydra, and noone was either trying to kill him or condemn him. Next priority, he looks throughout the stands for any remaining civilians. If there were any left, there didn't appear to be any serious injuries at least. No wailing or gnashing of teeth, as the Greeks were wont to do in a tragedy. He couldn't speak for the damage to the Coliseum but hey, it could be rebuilt. Retrieving his sword at a languid pace, he began to limp over to the crowd, remaining at the periphery. Hercules appeared to be fine now at least. Well enough that the Satyr was telling him off rather than mothering him. All appeared well. So why did he feel so terrible?

:'''[[Hercules]] has posed:''' "You sure showed me that today!" Hercules pauses to add that after Faruja supports facism. "I owe you one."

:'''[[Grant Majors]] has posed:''' Grant is silent as Hercules is cured. He just sort of nods awkwardly at the man as he sits up and tells him he wasn't a bad guy, looking somewhat distant from the whole thing. He glances over at Tifa and frowns behind his cloak, the looks away. And then Faruja says something he hadn't thought he'd hear in a long time, or indeed ever again, something that his own lips had said time and time again. He laughs - and it's not a nice laugh, but the kind of laugh of someone who was there once, who believed that once, and now can't find it anymore. Then he moves over to collect his spear and lifts the massive thing over his shoulders. He needed to go clean the thing up, get this hydra venom off it before someone else got poisoned. He looks awkwardly around at the people gathered. "...do any of you know where I could go to wash this?"

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart blinks a bit as Grant looks her way. What's with that guy anyway? Why was he attacking Hercules? She frowns a bit. Well everyone else seems fine, Hercules too, thanks to Faruja. She crosses her arms "... So I was late to the party, what exactly happened here?"

:'''[[Grant Majors]] has posed:''' "I'd rather not say here. Do you have somewhere else we could speak?" Grant casts one of his unnaturally blue eyes towards Hades's seat in the stands.

:'''[[Grant Majors]] has posed:''' "...that works, too," Grant replies awkwardly as the muses repeat the bit about his spear being poisoned and stuff.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra is off somewhere sucking the poison out of her own leg. Don't midn her, have a good time.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart blinks as the muses appear again. She pokes at one of them, in curiosity. "What are you?" O_o;;

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Dun dah dun dun DAH dun dun duuuuun~ Normally, Avira would take this moment to do a little victory pose, but the monster they just worked so hard to fell is disappearing, leaving NOTHING BEHIND. How's she supposed to make boots now?! Her happiness is short lived as she goes to rush over and check on Hercules's condition. She heard the whole thing! (What fantastic musical narration, do these muses follow anyone around?) She gives Grant a long, wary look before shrugging. "One of the bathrooms, maybe? I don't think anyone's going to want you washing that thing off anywhere."

:'''[[Grant Majors]] has posed:''' Grant...nods again, still looking tremendously awkward. Basically accidentally cheating in a fair duel apparently has him kind of annoyed and upset!

Hades Cup: Qualifying Event - Obstacle Course (AKA Pete throws barrels)

2013-01-28T04:39:57Z

Willsherman:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/01/27
|Location=Traverse Town - Coliseum
|Synopsis=The Third and Final Event for the Hades Cup! Pete dresses up like a Gorilla and gets dunked!
|Cast of Characters=Will Sherman, Mercade Alexander, Tifa Lockhart, Avira, Pumpkinhead, Cirra Constantine, Evja, Hades
|Tinyplot=Manhattan Restoration
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' TOURNAMENT OF...WHAT IS THIS AGAIN? It seems that the collisseum has been set up in some sort of ridiculous obstacle course. In fact, it kind of looks like a Donkey Kong arena, complete with metal girders you have to run across, ladders that you can climb up, and other assorted obstacles such as swinging punching bags and slippery floors and the like. It seems that this tournament is going to be an obstacle course. But who is hosting? Well, the original giant ape abandoned the competition at the last moment to go work for a competing Colliseum so they had to quickly find a stand in big guy to help run the competition. THAT PERSON IS PETE! Pete sits up at the top of the obstacle course. He is dressed up in a giant monkey suit, but it's clearly Pete. Next to him is a giant ass stack of barrels. He mulls over his current life choices.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade is here for another go at this 'hero championship arena competition' thing. Avira crushed everyone in the race, and he knew better than to participate in a contest of STRENGTH. But now... "An obstacle course? Really?" Mercade looks over the obstacles and frowns. "And what's with the guy in the monkey suit?"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Currently, inside the internal lobby, is a tall imposing figure in full Judge regalia. Evja was reclined against a wall just inside while waiting for things to start. With the helmet on, it's hard to say specifically what they were doing. Watching things pass, sleeping, lost in their own thoughts - perhaps even a suit of armor given the figure was perfectly still. Until a call was made, though, or something came up to catch his attention? The Judge was simply staying where he was, contemplating the tournament.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart is in the stands, cheering on the participants. She already has her ticket to the finals, so she can't participate, but she can cheer! Mercade is there after all, her partner in business with the Cloud Nine. "Go Mercade, don't let yourself be hit by the barrels, they hurt! They are heavier than the wine barrels I got at the bar!" She actually checked on them earlier by curiosity. She wonders what's in there really.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "Welcome to...WACKY RACES!" Hades says, "I'm your Host with the Most, Hades, Lord of the dead! Today we got a real treat for you. A certified bonified Gorilla will toss large barrels at our runners, while they try and get through the obstacle course! The course is not leathal, but funny as all get out!" Hades reads the script, looks down at Pain and panic, "WHAAAAAAAAAT?!" "Sorry boss, Hercules stopped us.." Hades eyes the Camera, calming down to his normal blue tone, "...Non-leathal course." Will has one more chance to participate. "Wait...that's not a Gorilla...that's..." He pauses, "Okay, Pete, a Gorilla...same difference, right?" Will quips, and shrugs. He streatches out, getting ready to DO THIS!

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra constantine just barely didn't qualify in the test of strength, this... dissapoints her. But she's got this chance left. So the Judge of Arcadia stands there, without her helmet because she figures field of view is going to be important in an obstacle course. She looks up at Pete in his costume and lets out a sigh, holding one hand to her forehead.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' Pete says, "I HEARD THAT, PIPSQUEAK!" He hops a few times angrilly. "Rgggh!! You won't be so cocky when the alarm bell sounds and I'm throwing all sorts of barrels at you! Don't think I won't aim for you, y'little brat!! Take a shower, yer scaring the audience away!" Though really he's pretty happy an audience isn't seeing him dressed up as a monkey, but he leaves that aside for the moment. He crosses his arms grumpily. "REAAAAAAAADY!" Pete starts suddenly and stands himself up again. "SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!" He picks up a barrel?!!? "GOOOOOOOOO!" He starts throwing barrels. "GET DUNKED!" Pete yells. "GET DUNKED, GET DUUUUNKED! PETE ANGRY!!!" He beats his fists against his chest. He really is a good replacement gorrilla.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "Wowwy, look at-em go!" Hades says, leaning back, "That's one angry authentic Gorrilla! Look at all those barrels! I didn't know they could throw that fast! Or that hard!" he pauses, "Hey boys, see about getting us one for the Underworld, yeah?" "On it boss!" Will starts ready to run forward, before Pete's ANGER catches him off guard, a barrel shattering right into The Hobo lad's noogen and knocking him flat on his back. The Hobo looks dazed for a moment, looking up as Duck shaped birds fly around his head, "Did...anyone get the name of that streetcar named desire?"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' And so the games begin. Evja pushes away from the wall and begins to wander towards the field with a heavy step. Ducking and turning his head a bit, he slipped through the doorway with those wide horizontal horns of his clearing it and made his way towards where all the rest were. This is when he got a good look at Pete the Gorilla and the course and had to stifle a laugh. A proper Judge does not laugh. That aside, though, the games begin and he pulls out his large, translucent 'Pizza Cutter' sword. And upon taking a running start, Evja manages to smack one of the barrels back at the source by giving a deft backflip and whacking it upwards with his sword before landing and continuing along in a steady pace, not going out of his way to cause any others problems at the moment.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade begins running forward, making his way through the obstacles. The agile Detective quickly threads his way through the sandbags, looking up and waiting for it. WAIIIIIIIIIIIITING FOR IT... And then comes a barrel. "YOUR SKILLS ARE INFERIOR!" Mercade yells, as he leaps up, kicking a rolling barrel into the air and launching it back up at Pete! /taunt /dance RUN RUN RUN

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra takes off at the word 'Go'. She's plenty fast, but the erratic bouncing Pete Barrels defeat her Law Senses, and one comes barrel-ing for her. With no where to run on the steel girders, and no where to jump to, Cirra takes the only available option: Go through. Cirra lowers her shoulder and body checks her way right through the barrel. Still costs her a point though.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart was cheering on Mercade from the stands, leaning against the railing and shouting out her encouragements... When suddenly, BARREL! A loud crashing sound in the stand, with several spectators feeling the immediate area, as the barmaid gets crushed underneath it and the barrel breaks in a hundred wood pieces. A moment goes pass, before the broken woodpile starts shaking and in a mighty "RAAAAH" Tifa emerges tossing the wood in every direction like an explosion. She leans over the railing again "PETE, WATCH WHERE YOU TOSS YOUR DAMN BARRELS!"

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "YESSSS! GO MERCADE!" Avira calls out from the stands. Of course she wants him to win! Even if it means having to fight against him in the tournament later. In fact....she especially wants him to win so she can fight him for some mysterious reason.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' DOUBLE BARRELED FURY Not just Evja pummels a barrel back at Pete, but so does Mercade! Pete is caught by both barrels and he dizzily falls over onto his but. He recovers too quickly to be properly stunned though, perhaps he needs three barrels to be properly stunned, like a true mid-boss. "Tch...!" He says. "You did that on purpose I--" Tifa complains about his mistake. Woop! "...Oops. I am very sorry." He bows his head towards Tifa. His tone of voice makes it clear that not only is he not sorry he thinks it's kind of awesome and he's just apologizing in this overthetop way to mock her. He throws more barrels. The people who actually got knocked away from the starting line have a far easier time to avoid the barrels since they're techncially not even on the track, but Mercade and Evja--as they are making their way up the first girder to the first ladder--will have the biggest issue of avoiding barrels and timing it so they can climb up to the next level.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Hobolad flips to his feet, and ready to get this thing started again! He runs forward, suddenly reaching up and catching the Barrel Pete throws at him. "HA! HEY PETE! YOU'RE LOOKING LIKE YOU'RE..." he throws a Barrel at Pete, "ON A ROLL!" Hades plays the YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! "And that YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH ladies and germs is brought to you by Awesomesounds.com! Need hilarious sounds to entertain your friends? Awesomesounds is where it's at! They even have my personal favorite.." Pushes a button and plays Malificent Cackling, "Man, isn't that a beaut." Will moves up the cargo net, "Man, who even DESIGNED these things?!

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart doesn't think that Pete is really that sorry... and then another barrell tumbles her way, and crashes into the stands. Know what, she's going to stay there for a while. Pete can get the buttkicking he deserves after the event.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade makes his way forward, climbing up the structure to try to get ahead, but then SMASH! A barrel impacts him and sends him flying backwards. "ARGH! BARRELED!" He yells as he falls back, landing amidst a pile of broken wood.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra runs forward and sees another barrel coming as she runs up the girder. She hunches down a little and grasps the barrel as it reaches her. She spins around and tosses the barrel into the air - this time it's not at Pete, unlike everyone else so far. Instead, it drops down towards Evja!

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Likewise, this time, Evja finds himself caught with the end of a barrel and knocked backwards, whacked pretty bluntly by Pete when he attempted to shortcut and simply jump the distance between the rungs of the challenge. But before he had a chance to fully recover, he was smacked again, grunting as it caught the spike on his helmet just right to tilt him backwards and topple him over again. "Gah, this is the damndest challenge!" But despite that, all in all, he didn't seem upset so much as amused. If this was all the Hades cup was? It'd be quite fun! Even a change of pace! It took him a moment, but a good punch dislodged the barrel before he stood back up and attempted to start following the course again. But who hit him with that second barrel?

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' "Ha ha!! Serves you right!" Pete hops around excitedly. "That's what you get for throwing it back at me, ya jerk!!" Pete then throws one at Tifa again saying, "WOOPS!" as it flies out of his hands. "BUTTER FINGERS!!" But as it stands, it seems Will is having better luck this time. He manages to clobber Pete in the head with one more barrel and he flops over dizzily. Stars spin around his head. "Oggggg." He groans, shaking his head quickly. Looks like everybody has managed to make it ... to the starting line! Except for Evja, who got double barreled so hard he actually flew from the lead to behind everyone else! Woops!! Pete dizzily throws more barrels down. Since everybody's pretty close together and near the start, AND because Pete is stunned--everybody gets a +5 chance to their rolls again. Darn it all!!

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will shoots ahead, getting up the net and looking up at... "HA! GET DUNKED GET DUNKED GET DUNKED!" Will shouts back at Pete, laughing as he walks carefully over the beam! He doesn't wana fall down and have to climb back up! Not to mention there could be Greecian gladiators waiting for him! "Yeesh...look at Pe-Er, The Gorilla get thumped! I sure hope PETE-A hears about this!" a rimshot plays!

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' The entire audience groans at the joke. Every single last member.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' From the stack of wood from the crashed barrells in the stands, a groan is heard. From Hades' joke, obviously.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade keeps rolling ahead, not being one to let himself get taken out by a mere single barrel! He clambers up, making his way forward and launching another barrel at Pete in retaliation for his PETE-LY WAYS. Maybe they'll knock him off his perch if he gets enough of them!

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Unfortunatly, another barrel smashes against Cirra's head, just before she can reach the cargo net, and she falls down, grasping one rope in her hand as she attempts to blink away the double vision. Uhg, two Petes.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "BOOOO!" Avira calls out from the stands, "THAT JOKE WAS AWFUL AND YOU SHOULD FEEL AWFUL!"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Now that he had a chance to right himself, Evja started running at a steady pace to try and make up for lost time. Then suddenly, yet another barrel came at him. He was prepared this time, though. Flicking his sword onto his back, the Judge pulled out a Spear instead, lancing it up through the barrel and jumping straight up into the air. Not once, but twice, actually kicking off the air itself before spinning forward and launching the barrel at Pete like a meteor, saying on the way down, "Quit aiming at the audience, we are your targets." then WHAM, the armor-suited Viera lands and goes back to running as fast as he can. Sure, he could likely hop his way to the top, but that would be cheating in his view. Run the course for what he can, and enjoy it too.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' Both Mercade and Will hit Pete with barrels and send him reeling, but the moment he thinks he's safe, Evja snapkicks a METEOR BARREL at him. Indeed, it's flying so quick it's trailing flames and when it hits Pete, it explodes into tar and feathers, literally tar and feathering pete as he flops back once again. "Urgghghghghhgh...." Pete groans. "Not...not cool.. I...I want my mommy." He stumbles around and then flops into the barrels, sending them tumbling down again. Of course everyone gets that +5 again thanks to all that painful meteoring! Maybe with this people will actualyl manage to get to the second level where GREATER CHALLENGES(?) AWAIT?! SCORE: EVERYONE EXCEPT CIRRA: 1, CIRRA: -1 :(

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will leaps on ahead, but THEN SUDDENLY! A barrel crashes next to him! Will looks at it and then back at Pete! "HA! YOU TOTALLY! MISSED ME!" and then a Barrel falls RIGHT ON WILL. t"...Run first, taunt second.." Will mutters, falling on his side and slowly rolls forward before the barrel flips... COOL FLIP BRO! And breaks free when the Barrel hits the Cargo net again. Groaning, he stands up and makes his way back towards the beam... "HEY THAT'S CHEATING PETE! YOU CA-Oh wait that's from Bunny Jud-" he smacks the barrel anyway, punching it right towards Pete. "HA! SUCK IT!" he shouts towards both the Judge and Pete! Hades crosses his arms over his chest, "Everyone's a critic! Lets see YOU come up with some humor?! HUH?! Yeah, I thought so!" he says, chilling out. "Ooooh....looks like the Barrels keep /BARRELING/ towards The Gorilla!"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' In an attempt to get ahead in the race, Evja turns slightly and bats one of the barrels towards the loudest one of the bunch, hoping it might cause some distraction enough for him to get by. Otherwise, though, nothing of note with him besides that.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade is rollin', they barrelin', they keep on trying to catch him runnin' dirty. Mercade leaps onto the cargo net and swings around, making his way upwards towards the next tier. At least there's no fireballs or anything that's going to cause him trouble! JUST MORE BARRELS, which continue getting kicked back up at Pete with explosions of awesome.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra pulls herself slowly up the cargo net, reachign for the next rung. Only to have another barrel smash against her head. She slumps down. This is starting to get frustrating. If the other get a much bigger lead she'll have no way to recover.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' Gurghgrghrghrghrgh!! Pete is hit by ANOTHER TWO BARRELS! THIS IS NOT FUNNY! OKay actually it is pretty hilarious. Considering this guy helped Manhattan fall, this is probably at least cathartic for some of you. He's tarred, feathered, and wobbling from all these barrels. HE's starting to reconsider throwing barrels and-- --nahh just kidding. Pete's learned nothing! He roars angrilly and throws more barrels. Cirra is far enough behind that she doesn't even have to worry about the barrels at all, but the others may have to react--and quickly! Especially those two in the lead. They're on the second level now. Mercade and Evja both have to contend with swinging punching bags that may threaten to knock them back--on top of the barrels too! Looks like this course gets tougher as the race goes on! Can the Detective slip through? Can the bunny hop hop hop to victory?!

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will runs forward trying to get over that beam... And then a barrel falls on his head. "OH GOD THE LIGHTS!" and then he falls off the balancing beam again.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra grimeces and hooks her arm around a rung of the net and pulls herself upright, pulling herself along one rung at a time, extremely weary of any more falling barrels.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' "JUST KEEP THROWING THOSE BARRELS!" Mercade yells. "I'M GOING TO KEEP KNOCKING THEM BACK!" With an epic stunt, Mercade leaps through the swinging punching bags and DOES A BARREL ROLL, dropping down to do a Slide Kick and sending YET ANOTHER barrel flying towards Pete! "YOUR BARRELS ARE USELESS TO YOU, PETE! SURRENDER AND NO ONE HAS TO GET BARRELED!"

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' H...how mean! Evja and Will get hit by another pair of barrels. Perhaps the barrels are just attracted to Will's hoboness. Either way, though, this keeps him in a solid third and flat out knocks Evja to the prior girder. Maybe it just gets easier the farther up you are, however, since Mercade manages to smash another barrel right at the end there right back to Pete! --And hits! Pete is clobbered upside the head, making this his THIRD stun. He flops back on his ass dizzily, throwing more barrels. "n--never..." He says. "I will never give up...!" Mercade makes it the second girder ladder, this could be a tough climb for him?! Well at least Pete is stunned making his throws pretty inaccurate!

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Another barrel comes crashing down at Cirra, ashe swings to the side of the cargo net and holds out one hand, chantign under her breath as little whisps of black and purple gather at her hand, aimed at the barrel. "Not this time, Ape." "GRAVITY BOMB!" THE sudden reversion of gravity slingshots the barrel right back the way it came, for Pete.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "...I think Cirra is <GOOSEHONK>ed off!" Will observes! Will Catches the barrel! ONCE MORE WALKING OVER THE BEAM AREA! Will, SICK OF THESE BARRELS, throws his right at Judge bunny! "GET DUNKED!" Will screams again!

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade leaps up to the next level, looking up at Pete with narrowed eyes. "YOU!" He yells, as another barrel bounces towards him. "I will not let you get away with this any longer!" Mercade leaps onto the barrel, bouncing it past and flipping, using the barrels as moving platforms as he rebounds up through a spiky death path and up through the area. Finally, he plunges high in to the air, kicking one barrel with him as he hangs there, arms outstretched and trenchcoat flying open dramatically to reveal his rumpled shirt and pants... "NOW, COUNT UP YOUR CRIMES!" He yells, as he spins, roundhouse kicking the barrl for Pete!

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Finally, he broke through! Just as Evja was about to get ahead, he gets blindsided by the barrel from Will, followed by the sandbag slapping him hard enough to knock him right back towards the beginning of the course. Hard enough, in fact, that the helmet pops off when he hits the ground, leaving the Judge's face exposed... a Viera? Well, 'she' had a black cloth wrapped atop her head and a cloth wrapped around the face, so it's only like one would assume it's a female. "Mm... damn that hurt."

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' Pete's beliefs regarding women are pretty modern. He hates all people who throw barrels back at him and make him feel ouches! As such, he really just says, "Hot tamale! That rabbit lady is a rabbit lady...wait...all rabbit ladies are rabbit ladies aren't they?" He strokes his chin as if in deep thought. "Well, there goes that revelation!! I mean it's not like I was excepting Bu<censored due to being a property of Warner Bros>." BUT THEN... THEN Mercade rides up a barrel and snap kicks it right into Pete, sending him flat on his ass once more. "Ugghhh...Ouch...ouch...I think I lost a tooth, darn tootin'..." He looks towards Mercade. "Heh heh... But little did you realize... THERE WAS A TRAP!" He pulls on a convenient cord that wasn't visible before, releasing a cage that drops on Mercade! Looks like it'll require at least two more people up there to lift it off Mercade (and drop it on Pete). "MY PLAN IS FULL PROOF! GA HA HA! OOF DIZZY..." He throws more barrels! MERCADE: FIRST PLACE? WILL, CIRRA: 1 EVJA: 0 (bunny!)

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will FINALLY grabs onto the second level...and pulls himself up... PUNCHINGS BAGS! "Crap! Well good thing I'm good at punching!" Will says, getting onto his feet and proceeds to try and run through the Punching Bag Field! However, Pete's plan to try and BARREL him backfires. "OH no you don't Pete!" Will says, grabbing the barrel. "I've caught on to your trick!" he says, lifting the barrel up. "DO A BARREL ROLL!" he throws the barrel right towards Pete's head!

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' And here Cirra thought she could catch back up. Just as she starts to pull over the edge to the second level, a barrel smashes into her side making her lose her grip and fall. She manages to catch herself about half way down by hooking her arm arond a rung in the cargo net. She'll just hang out here for a sec, friggen Pete.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Perhaps taking the righteous route and attempting to make the monkey stop throwing barrels was a bad idea, given it's come back to bite the rabbit in the butt. Or, rather, hit her in the head. Just as Evja goes to stand, SMACK, another barrel right to the head, knocking the Judge down once again.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade is caught in a cage! OH NO! "YOU FIEND!" Mercade yells. "Just you wait until I get some help! This thing is heavy." He struggles with the bars, trying to escape and finding that his STR score just isn't high enough. He does not, however, wish Tom were here. Only a madman does that.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' "HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAAW!!" Pete cackles and slaps his belly like three times. "That's what you get for being so quick!" He has not thought about the inevitable, like when other people get up here, or the fact that this really doesn't change the fact that Mercade won, and for the fact that he doesn't actually know what he'd do if nobody managed to get up here which, for a moment, it seems like might be the case! At least until a barrel flies right into Pete's face! "ARGH!" He yells, trying to lift it off. "Dagnabbit!!" He stomps his foot a few times, and tries to pry the barrel off his face! Eventually he manages it, but everybody manages to get a bit farther in the race before he starts chucking barrels again. "Rgghh!!!! I HAVE SO MANY BARRELS!!" He yells. "I AM GONNA GET /SOMEONE/ WITH IT!" He jabs a finger at Will. "YOU FOR INSTANCE! NYAAAAHH!! I AM MAD!"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' By this point, Evja simply seems to have been knocked silly. Not getting knocked back any further, it's possible she's simply been knocked out, really.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will dives through the Punching bags, finally coming up to the final stretch! "...THIS IS NON-LETHAL!?" "To me," Hades says, "They're non-leathal to /me/!" "...Wow. That's just wrong." Will says... okay...all he has to do is NOT FALL TO HIS DEATH! BARREL! "DANG IT PETE!" he says, throwing the Barrel RIGHT BACK AT HIM! This time, aiming to send it at a random comedic location! "Okay...just gota cross..." "GOD THIS IS JUST LIKE HELL!" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vtxp70tVHyM

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra is nearly winged by another barrel. She's starting to get it into her ehad to stuff Pete in a barrel and throw /him/ somewhere. She struggles up over the edge of the beam and fights to maintain her unsteady balance.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' "HAW HAW HAW!" Pete laughs, kicking down some more barrels. Will clobbers him in the chest once more but it's not enough to make him tumble. He takes a moment to taunt Will specifically. "CAN YOU GET THROUGH IT? ARE YOU LUCKY ENOUGH? Don't think I've forgotten about your little secret! Hardy har har har! I'm not afraid of you or your 'Loki'!" He pauses and then looks around quickly. "Er...he ain't here is he?" Suddenly he's nervous.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will is nearly to the end... BARRELS?! "Oh Pete...didn't you hear? He's always with me." He says it in that CREEPY way, that only a sixteen year old looking hobo with weird powers over fate has. "CIRRA! HEADS UP! PUT IT IN THE HOLE!" he say, as he jumps over the last spike, and grabs teh Barrel...his mastery over fate moves from him...INTO THE BARREL, which he bounces off the obstacle course, to fly right INFRONT of Cirra. To which she is about to do something /increadibly mean/ with. Will, however, Flips up, aiming to try and catch Pete from behind! "HEY PETE!" he wiggles his fingers, "Looooooooooki!"

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' "Don't yell about that!" Cirra shouts back, god it's like everyone not from Arcadia has no class. Except Mercade, and Mercade is just kind of weird when he does that narrating thing. Cirra runs ahead, one foot in front of the other across the beam. As the barrel comes towards her she jumps, flips over the barrel, grasping it in both hands and throws it straight back at Pete, using all that built up momentuem to sling it as hard as possible as she lands perfectly on hte beam again. She doesn't expect it to last, she's too punch drunk.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' "AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" Pete shrieks like a little girl. SECOND PLACE: WILL SHERMAN! At which point Cirra flings a barrel so hard that it flies into Pete's wide open mouth, throwing him back and to the ground. Yes, the whole barrel fit inside his mouth somehow. He's a Disney Character. It's how they roll. Pete, at this point, is effectively doublestunned. In other words, he's knocked out. He's not going to give anybody any trouble--which lets everybody advance for free for a round and... ...wait--he's still not getting up? Well, in any event, Cirra is at the spike section now which is tough enough that she'll still need a roll of 11 or higher to get past! The spikes speed up once you get to the end, you know.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra pauses for a split second as she sees the spikes, the punching bags were no problem, she just jumped right over them when she threw that barrel. Now she turns back towards the bags, what? A few quick steps into a run, the Judge leaps, ands on a punching bag and uses her weight and momentuem to swing it back and forther, steadily picking up speed. At the right moemnt Cirra jumps off the punching bag, granted enough extra speed from the swinging to sail over the spikes and come down at the finish line in a three point stance.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Evja finally starts to come around, going to stand up in the process. When he reaches his head, Evja goes to hold his head out of habit only to realize - no helmet! Looking at the other entrants and realizing they were already quite far ahead, or finished, Evja goes to save on his pride and simply walks over to his helmet after finding it. He puts it on slowly then wanders off towards the exit of the contest grounds, admitting defeat silently by simply leaving.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' "Bluhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Pete says. This might be Hades's cue to point out the victors. But Mercade is still caged?! It looks like it'd take THREE people to lift it off him. Of course there happen to be three people up there right now and PEte's pretty uh... ..."Bluhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Yeah.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "Hey Cirra? Help me?" he asks, pointing at the Cage. The hobo king flips up to Mercade, aiming to help him lift the cage. HUUUUUUUUUUURK! "This thing weighs alot!"

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra stands back up and looks over at the cage. She walks over and grabs a cross bar and lifts! She's strong, a lot stronger then Will, but the cage is awkward. Maybe if Mercade helps it'll be easier to get it off.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' The cage is ultimately overturned on Pete, TRAPPING HIM with his barreled mouth. Looks like he can't talk much now! Why did he ever take this job anyway???? VICTORY!! MERCADE: GOLD WILL: SILVER CIRRA: BRONZE EVJA: RABBIT

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart moves out of the rubble of the broken barrell finally,a s she hears the winners "Can I kick that monkey's butt now?" She grumbles, hopping down into the arena to check on the results.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Hades, appearing out of nowhere snaps his fingers... Mercade gets a Gold metal, Will a Silver, and Cirra a Bronze! "Good sporting folks!" Will looks at Caged Pete. "So...I'm taking him to jail!" Will pauses... "No no Tifa! No violence. Well...no more violence. Lets take him to jail! He won't escape from behind bars!"

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart pouts a bit "Are you sure? He tossed barrells at me and he's not sorry about it!

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will crosses his arms, "No Fighting." he says towards Tifa.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart puts her hands on her hips "How about a shake his cage a bit then?"

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will nods, "That's acceptable. And poking him with sticks!" Will isn't a cruel man!

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade sighs, finally free of that FIENDISH CAGE. "Don't poke him with sticks. That's just mean. Let's just get him into jail, where there is certainly no way he will ever escape." Mercade looks at the camera with a 'yeahhhhh right' expression on his face. Yeah, that camera. The one filming the event, silly.

Hades Cup: Qualifying Event - Obstacle Course (AKA Pete throws barrels)

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|Date of Scene=2013/01/27
|Location=Traverse Town - Coliseum
|Synopsis=The Third and Final Event for the Hades Cup! Pete dresses up like a Gorilla and gets dunked!
|Cast of Characters=Will Sherman, Mercade Alexander, Tifa Lockhart, Avira, Pumpkinhead, Cirra Constantine, Evja, Hades
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:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' TOURNAMENT OF...WHAT IS THIS AGAIN? It seems that the collisseum has been set up in some sort of ridiculous obstacle course. In fact, it kind of looks like a Donkey Kong arena, complete with metal girders you have to run across, ladders that you can climb up, and other assorted obstacles such as swinging punching bags and slippery floors and the like. It seems that this tournament is going to be an obstacle course. But who is hosting? Well, the original giant ape abandoned the competition at the last moment to go work for a competing Colliseum so they had to quickly find a stand in big guy to help run the competition. THAT PERSON IS PETE! Pete sits up at the top of the obstacle course. He is dressed up in a giant monkey suit, but it's clearly Pete. Next to him is a giant ass stack of barrels. He mulls over his current life choices.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade is here for another go at this 'hero championship arena competition' thing. Avira crushed everyone in the race, and he knew better than to participate in a contest of STRENGTH. But now... "An obstacle course? Really?" Mercade looks over the obstacles and frowns. "And what's with the guy in the monkey suit?"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Currently, inside the internal lobby, is a tall imposing figure in full Judge regalia. Evja was reclined against a wall just inside while waiting for things to start. With the helmet on, it's hard to say specifically what they were doing. Watching things pass, sleeping, lost in their own thoughts - perhaps even a suit of armor given the figure was perfectly still. Until a call was made, though, or something came up to catch his attention? The Judge was simply staying where he was, contemplating the tournament.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart is in the stands, cheering on the participants. She already has her ticket to the finals, so she can't participate, but she can cheer! Mercade is there after all, her partner in business with the Cloud Nine. "Go Mercade, don't let yourself be hit by the barrels, they hurt! They are heavier than the wine barrels I got at the bar!" She actually checked on them earlier by curiosity. She wonders what's in there really.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "Welcome to...WACKY RACES!" Hades says, "I'm your Host with the Most, Hades, Lord of the dead! Today we got a real treat for you. A certified bonified Gorilla will toss large barrels at our runners, while they try and get through the obstacle course! The course is not leathal, but funny as all get out!" Hades reads the script, looks down at Pain and panic, "WHAAAAAAAAAT?!" "Sorry boss, Hercules stopped us.." Hades eyes the Camera, calming down to his normal blue tone, "...Non-leathal course." Will has one more chance to participate. "Wait...that's not a Gorilla...that's..." He pauses, "Okay, Pete, a Gorilla...same difference, right?" Will quips, and shrugs. He streatches out, getting ready to DO THIS!

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra constantine just barely didn't qualify in the test of strength, this... dissapoints her. But she's got this chance left. So the Judge of Arcadia stands there, without her helmet because she figures field of view is going to be important in an obstacle course. She looks up at Pete in his costume and lets out a sigh, holding one hand to her forehead.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' Pete says, "I HEARD THAT, PIPSQUEAK!" He hops a few times angrilly. "Rgggh!! You won't be so cocky when the alarm bell sounds and I'm throwing all sorts of barrels at you! Don't think I won't aim for you, y'little brat!! Take a shower, yer scaring the audience away!" Though really he's pretty happy an audience isn't seeing him dressed up as a monkey, but he leaves that aside for the moment. He crosses his arms grumpily. "REAAAAAAAADY!" Pete starts suddenly and stands himself up again. "SEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEET!" He picks up a barrel?!!? "GOOOOOOOOO!" He starts throwing barrels. "GET DUNKED!" Pete yells. "GET DUNKED, GET DUUUUNKED! PETE ANGRY!!!" He beats his fists against his chest. He really is a good replacement gorrilla.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "Wowwy, look at-em go!" Hades says, leaning back, "That's one angry authentic Gorrilla! Look at all those barrels! I didn't know they could throw that fast! Or that hard!" he pauses, "Hey boys, see about getting us one for the Underworld, yeah?" "On it boss!" Will starts ready to run forward, before Pete's ANGER catches him off guard, a barrel shattering right into The Hobo lad's noogen and knocking him flat on his back. The Hobo looks dazed for a moment, looking up as Duck shaped birds fly around his head, "Did...anyone get the name of that streetcar named desire?"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' And so the games begin. Evja pushes away from the wall and begins to wander towards the field with a heavy step. Ducking and turning his head a bit, he slipped through the doorway with those wide horizontal horns of his clearing it and made his way towards where all the rest were. This is when he got a good look at Pete the Gorilla and the course and had to stifle a laugh. A proper Judge does not laugh. That aside, though, the games begin and he pulls out his large, translucent 'Pizza Cutter' sword. And upon taking a running start, Evja manages to smack one of the barrels back at the source by giving a deft backflip and whacking it upwards with his sword before landing and continuing along in a steady pace, not going out of his way to cause any others problems at the moment.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade begins running forward, making his way through the obstacles. The agile Detective quickly threads his way through the sandbags, looking up and waiting for it. WAIIIIIIIIIIIITING FOR IT... And then comes a barrel. "YOUR SKILLS ARE INFERIOR!" Mercade yells, as he leaps up, kicking a rolling barrel into the air and launching it back up at Pete! /taunt /dance RUN RUN RUN

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra takes off at the word 'Go'. She's plenty fast, but the erratic bouncing Pete Barrels defeat her Law Senses, and one comes barrel-ing for her. With no where to run on the steel girders, and no where to jump to, Cirra takes the only available option: Go through. Cirra lowers her shoulder and body checks her way right through the barrel. Still costs her a point though.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart was cheering on Mercade from the stands, leaning against the railing and shouting out her encouragements... When suddenly, BARREL! A loud crashing sound in the stand, with several spectators feeling the immediate area, as the barmaid gets crushed underneath it and the barrel breaks in a hundred wood pieces. A moment goes pass, before the broken woodpile starts shaking and in a mighty "RAAAAH" Tifa emerges tossing the wood in every direction like an explosion. She leans over the railing again "PETE, WATCH WHERE YOU TOSS YOUR DAMN BARRELS!"

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "YESSSS! GO MERCADE!" Avira calls out from the stands. Of course she wants him to win! Even if it means having to fight against him in the tournament later. In fact....she especially wants him to win so she can fight him for some mysterious reason.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' DOUBLE BARRELED FURY Not just Evja pummels a barrel back at Pete, but so does Mercade! Pete is caught by both barrels and he dizzily falls over onto his but. He recovers too quickly to be properly stunned though, perhaps he needs three barrels to be properly stunned, like a true mid-boss. "Tch...!" He says. "You did that on purpose I--" Tifa complains about his mistake. Woop! "...Oops. I am very sorry." He bows his head towards Tifa. His tone of voice makes it clear that not only is he not sorry he thinks it's kind of awesome and he's just apologizing in this overthetop way to mock her. He throws more barrels. The people who actually got knocked away from the starting line have a far easier time to avoid the barrels since they're techncially not even on the track, but Mercade and Evja--as they are making their way up the first girder to the first ladder--will have the biggest issue of avoiding barrels and timing it so they can climb up to the next level.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Hobolad flips to his feet, and ready to get this thing started again! He runs forward, suddenly reaching up and catching the Barrel Pete throws at him. "HA! HEY PETE! YOU'RE LOOKING LIKE YOU'RE..." he throws a Barrel at Pete, "ON A ROLL!" Hades plays the YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! "And that YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH ladies and germs is brought to you by Awesomesounds.com! Need hilarious sounds to entertain your friends? Awesomesounds is where it's at! They even have my personal favorite.." Pushes a button and plays Malificent Cackling, "Man, isn't that a beaut." Will moves up the cargo net, "Man, who even DESIGNED these things?!

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart doesn't think that Pete is really that sorry... and then another barrell tumbles her way, and crashes into the stands. Know what, she's going to stay there for a while. Pete can get the buttkicking he deserves after the event.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade makes his way forward, climbing up the structure to try to get ahead, but then SMASH! A barrel impacts him and sends him flying backwards. "ARGH! BARRELED!" He yells as he falls back, landing amidst a pile of broken wood.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra runs forward and sees another barrel coming as she runs up the girder. She hunches down a little and grasps the barrel as it reaches her. She spins around and tosses the barrel into the air - this time it's not at Pete, unlike everyone else so far. Instead, it drops down towards Evja!

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Likewise, this time, Evja finds himself caught with the end of a barrel and knocked backwards, whacked pretty bluntly by Pete when he attempted to shortcut and simply jump the distance between the rungs of the challenge. But before he had a chance to fully recover, he was smacked again, grunting as it caught the spike on his helmet just right to tilt him backwards and topple him over again. "Gah, this is the damndest challenge!" But despite that, all in all, he didn't seem upset so much as amused. If this was all the Hades cup was? It'd be quite fun! Even a change of pace! It took him a moment, but a good punch dislodged the barrel before he stood back up and attempted to start following the course again. But who hit him with that second barrel?

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' "Ha ha!! Serves you right!" Pete hops around excitedly. "That's what you get for throwing it back at me, ya jerk!!" Pete then throws one at Tifa again saying, "WOOPS!" as it flies out of his hands. "BUTTER FINGERS!!" But as it stands, it seems Will is having better luck this time. He manages to clobber Pete in the head with one more barrel and he flops over dizzily. Stars spin around his head. "Oggggg." He groans, shaking his head quickly. Looks like everybody has managed to make it ... to the starting line! Except for Evja, who got double barreled so hard he actually flew from the lead to behind everyone else! Woops!! Pete dizzily throws more barrels down. Since everybody's pretty close together and near the start, AND because Pete is stunned--everybody gets a +5 chance to their rolls again. Darn it all!!

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will shoots ahead, getting up the net and looking up at... "HA! GET DUNKED GET DUNKED GET DUNKED!" Will shouts back at Pete, laughing as he walks carefully over the beam! He doesn't wana fall down and have to climb back up! Not to mention there could be Greecian gladiators waiting for him! "Yeesh...look at Pe-Er, The Gorilla get thumped! I sure hope PETE-A hears about this!" a rimshot plays!

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' The entire audience groans at the joke. Every single last member.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' From the stack of wood from the crashed barrells in the stands, a groan is heard. From Hades' joke, obviously.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade keeps rolling ahead, not being one to let himself get taken out by a mere single barrel! He clambers up, making his way forward and launching another barrel at Pete in retaliation for his PETE-LY WAYS. Maybe they'll knock him off his perch if he gets enough of them!

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Unfortunatly, another barrel smashes against Cirra's head, just before she can reach the cargo net, and she falls down, grasping one rope in her hand as she attempts to blink away the double vision. Uhg, two Petes.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "BOOOO!" Avira calls out from the stands, "THAT JOKE WAS AWFUL AND YOU SHOULD FEEL AWFUL!"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Now that he had a chance to right himself, Evja started running at a steady pace to try and make up for lost time. Then suddenly, yet another barrel came at him. He was prepared this time, though. Flicking his sword onto his back, the Judge pulled out a Spear instead, lancing it up through the barrel and jumping straight up into the air. Not once, but twice, actually kicking off the air itself before spinning forward and launching the barrel at Pete like a meteor, saying on the way down, "Quit aiming at the audience, we are your targets." then WHAM, the armor-suited Viera lands and goes back to running as fast as he can. Sure, he could likely hop his way to the top, but that would be cheating in his view. Run the course for what he can, and enjoy it too.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' Both Mercade and Will hit Pete with barrels and send him reeling, but the moment he thinks he's safe, Evja snapkicks a METEOR BARREL at him. Indeed, it's flying so quick it's trailing flames and when it hits Pete, it explodes into tar and feathers, literally tar and feathering pete as he flops back once again. "Urgghghghghhgh...." Pete groans. "Not...not cool.. I...I want my mommy." He stumbles around and then flops into the barrels, sending them tumbling down again. Of course everyone gets that +5 again thanks to all that painful meteoring! Maybe with this people will actualyl manage to get to the second level where GREATER CHALLENGES(?) AWAIT?! SCORE: EVERYONE EXCEPT CIRRA: 1, CIRRA: -1 :(

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will leaps on ahead, but THEN SUDDENLY! A barrel crashes next to him! Will looks at it and then back at Pete! "HA! YOU TOTALLY! MISSED ME!" and then a Barrel falls RIGHT ON WILL. t"...Run first, taunt second.." Will mutters, falling on his side and slowly rolls forward before the barrel flips... COOL FLIP BRO! And breaks free when the Barrel hits the Cargo net again. Groaning, he stands up and makes his way back towards the beam... "HEY THAT'S CHEATING PETE! YOU CA-Oh wait that's from Bunny Jud-" he smacks the barrel anyway, punching it right towards Pete. "HA! SUCK IT!" he shouts towards both the Judge and Pete! Hades crosses his arms over his chest, "Everyone's a critic! Lets see YOU come up with some humor?! HUH?! Yeah, I thought so!" he says, chilling out. "Ooooh....looks like the Barrels keep /BARRELING/ towards The Gorilla!"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' In an attempt to get ahead in the race, Evja turns slightly and bats one of the barrels towards the loudest one of the bunch, hoping it might cause some distraction enough for him to get by. Otherwise, though, nothing of note with him besides that.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade is rollin', they barrelin', they keep on trying to catch him runnin' dirty. Mercade leaps onto the cargo net and swings around, making his way upwards towards the next tier. At least there's no fireballs or anything that's going to cause him trouble! JUST MORE BARRELS, which continue getting kicked back up at Pete with explosions of awesome.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra pulls herself slowly up the cargo net, reachign for the next rung. Only to have another barrel smash against her head. She slumps down. This is starting to get frustrating. If the other get a much bigger lead she'll have no way to recover.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' Gurghgrghrghrghrgh!! Pete is hit by ANOTHER TWO BARRELS! THIS IS NOT FUNNY! OKay actually it is pretty hilarious. Considering this guy helped Manhattan fall, this is probably at least cathartic for some of you. He's tarred, feathered, and wobbling from all these barrels. HE's starting to reconsider throwing barrels and-- --nahh just kidding. Pete's learned nothing! He roars angrilly and throws more barrels. Cirra is far enough behind that she doesn't even have to worry about the barrels at all, but the others may have to react--and quickly! Especially those two in the lead. They're on the second level now. Mercade and Evja both have to contend with swinging punching bags that may threaten to knock them back--on top of the barrels too! Looks like this course gets tougher as the race goes on! Can the Detective slip through? Can the bunny hop hop hop to victory?!

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will runs forward trying to get over that beam... And then a barrel falls on his head. "OH GOD THE LIGHTS!" and then he falls off the balancing beam again.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra grimeces and hooks her arm around a rung of the net and pulls herself upright, pulling herself along one rung at a time, extremely weary of any more falling barrels.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' "JUST KEEP THROWING THOSE BARRELS!" Mercade yells. "I'M GOING TO KEEP KNOCKING THEM BACK!" With an epic stunt, Mercade leaps through the swinging punching bags and DOES A BARREL ROLL, dropping down to do a Slide Kick and sending YET ANOTHER barrel flying towards Pete! "YOUR BARRELS ARE USELESS TO YOU, PETE! SURRENDER AND NO ONE HAS TO GET BARRELED!"

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' H...how mean! Evja and Will get hit by another pair of barrels. Perhaps the barrels are just attracted to Will's hoboness. Either way, though, this keeps him in a solid third and flat out knocks Evja to the prior girder. Maybe it just gets easier the farther up you are, however, since Mercade manages to smash another barrel right at the end there right back to Pete! --And hits! Pete is clobbered upside the head, making this his THIRD stun. He flops back on his ass dizzily, throwing more barrels. "n--never..." He says. "I will never give up...!" Mercade makes it the second girder ladder, this could be a tough climb for him?! Well at least Pete is stunned making his throws pretty inaccurate!

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Another barrel comes crashing down at Cirra, ashe swings to the side of the cargo net and holds out one hand, chantign under her breath as little whisps of black and purple gather at her hand, aimed at the barrel. "Not this time, Ape." "GRAVITY BOMB!" THE sudden reversion of gravity slingshots the barrel right back the way it came, for Pete.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "...I think Cirra is <GOOSEHONK>ed off!" Will observes! Will Catches the barrel! ONCE MORE WALKING OVER THE BEAM AREA! Will, SICK OF THESE BARRELS, throws his right at Judge bunny! "GET DUNKED!" Will screams again!

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade leaps up to the next level, looking up at Pete with narrowed eyes. "YOU!" He yells, as another barrel bounces towards him. "I will not let you get away with this any longer!" Mercade leaps onto the barrel, bouncing it past and flipping, using the barrels as moving platforms as he rebounds up through a spiky death path and up through the area. Finally, he plunges high in to the air, kicking one barrel with him as he hangs there, arms outstretched and trenchcoat flying open dramatically to reveal his rumpled shirt and pants... "NOW, COUNT UP YOUR CRIMES!" He yells, as he spins, roundhouse kicking the barrl for Pete!

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Finally, he broke through! Just as Evja was about to get ahead, he gets blindsided by the barrel from Will, followed by the sandbag slapping him hard enough to knock him right back towards the beginning of the course. Hard enough, in fact, that the helmet pops off when he hits the ground, leaving the Judge's face exposed... a Viera? Well, 'she' had a black cloth wrapped atop her head and a cloth wrapped around the face, so it's only like one would assume it's a female. "Mm... damn that hurt."

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' Pete's beliefs regarding women are pretty modern. He hates all people who throw barrels back at him and make him feel ouches! As such, he really just says, "Hot tamale! That rabbit lady is a rabbit lady...wait...all rabbit ladies are rabbit ladies aren't they?" He strokes his chin as if in deep thought. "Well, there goes that revelation!! I mean it's not like I was excepting Bu<censored due to being a property of Warner Bros>." BUT THEN... THEN Mercade rides up a barrel and snap kicks it right into Pete, sending him flat on his ass once more. "Ugghhh...Ouch...ouch...I think I lost a tooth, darn tootin'..." He looks towards Mercade. "Heh heh... But little did you realize... THERE WAS A TRAP!" He pulls on a convenient cord that wasn't visible before, releasing a cage that drops on Mercade! Looks like it'll require at least two more people up there to lift it off Mercade (and drop it on Pete). "MY PLAN IS FULL PROOF! GA HA HA! OOF DIZZY..." He throws more barrels! MERCADE: FIRST PLACE? WILL, CIRRA: 1 EVJA: 0 (bunny!)

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will FINALLY grabs onto the second level...and pulls himself up... PUNCHINGS BAGS! "Crap! Well good thing I'm good at punching!" Will says, getting onto his feet and proceeds to try and run through the Punching Bag Field! However, Pete's plan to try and BARREL him backfires. "OH no you don't Pete!" Will says, grabbing the barrel. "I've caught on to your trick!" he says, lifting the barrel up. "DO A BARREL ROLL!" he throws the barrel right towards Pete's head!

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' And here Cirra thought she could catch back up. Just as she starts to pull over the edge to the second level, a barrel smashes into her side making her lose her grip and fall. She manages to catch herself about half way down by hooking her arm arond a rung in the cargo net. She'll just hang out here for a sec, friggen Pete.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Perhaps taking the righteous route and attempting to make the monkey stop throwing barrels was a bad idea, given it's come back to bite the rabbit in the butt. Or, rather, hit her in the head. Just as Evja goes to stand, SMACK, another barrel right to the head, knocking the Judge down once again.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade is caught in a cage! OH NO! "YOU FIEND!" Mercade yells. "Just you wait until I get some help! This thing is heavy." He struggles with the bars, trying to escape and finding that his STR score just isn't high enough. He does not, however, wish Tom were here. Only a madman does that.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' "HA HA HAAAAAAAAAAAW!!" Pete cackles and slaps his belly like three times. "That's what you get for being so quick!" He has not thought about the inevitable, like when other people get up here, or the fact that this really doesn't change the fact that Mercade won, and for the fact that he doesn't actually know what he'd do if nobody managed to get up here which, for a moment, it seems like might be the case! At least until a barrel flies right into Pete's face! "ARGH!" He yells, trying to lift it off. "Dagnabbit!!" He stomps his foot a few times, and tries to pry the barrel off his face! Eventually he manages it, but everybody manages to get a bit farther in the race before he starts chucking barrels again. "Rgghh!!!! I HAVE SO MANY BARRELS!!" He yells. "I AM GONNA GET /SOMEONE/ WITH IT!" He jabs a finger at Will. "YOU FOR INSTANCE! NYAAAAHH!! I AM MAD!"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' By this point, Evja simply seems to have been knocked silly. Not getting knocked back any further, it's possible she's simply been knocked out, really.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will dives through the Punching bags, finally coming up to the final stretch! "...THIS IS NON-LETHAL!?" "To me," Hades says, "They're non-leathal to /me/!" "...Wow. That's just wrong." Will says... okay...all he has to do is NOT FALL TO HIS DEATH! BARREL! "DANG IT PETE!" he says, throwing the Barrel RIGHT BACK AT HIM! This time, aiming to send it at a random comedic location! "Okay...just gota cross..." "GOD THIS IS JUST LIKE HELL!" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vtxp70tVHyM

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra is nearly winged by another barrel. She's starting to get it into her ehad to stuff Pete in a barrel and throw /him/ somewhere. She struggles up over the edge of the beam and fights to maintain her unsteady balance.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' "HAW HAW HAW!" Pete laughs, kicking down some more barrels. Will clobbers him in the chest once more but it's not enough to make him tumble. He takes a moment to taunt Will specifically. "CAN YOU GET THROUGH IT? ARE YOU LUCKY ENOUGH? Don't think I've forgotten about your little secret! Hardy har har har! I'm not afraid of you or your 'Loki'!" He pauses and then looks around quickly. "Er...he ain't here is he?" Suddenly he's nervous.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will is nearly to the end... BARRELS?! "Oh Pete...didn't you hear? He's always with me." He says it in that CREEPY way, that only a sixteen year old looking hobo with weird powers over fate has. "CIRRA! HEADS UP! PUT IT IN THE HOLE!" he say, as he jumps over the last spike, and grabs teh Barrel...his mastery over fate moves from him...INTO THE BARREL, which he bounces off the obstacle course, to fly right INFRONT of Cirra. To which she is about to do something /increadibly mean/ with. Will, however, Flips up, aiming to try and catch Pete from behind! "HEY PETE!" he wiggles his fingers, "Looooooooooki!"

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' "Don't yell about that!" Cirra shouts back, god it's like everyone not from Arcadia has no class. Except Mercade, and Mercade is just kind of weird when he does that narrating thing. Cirra runs ahead, one foot in front of the other across the beam. As the barrel comes towards her she jumps, flips over the barrel, grasping it in both hands and throws it straight back at Pete, using all that built up momentuem to sling it as hard as possible as she lands perfectly on hte beam again. She doesn't expect it to last, she's too punch drunk.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' "AIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" Pete shrieks like a little girl. SECOND PLACE: WILL SHERMAN! At which point Cirra flings a barrel so hard that it flies into Pete's wide open mouth, throwing him back and to the ground. Yes, the whole barrel fit inside his mouth somehow. He's a Disney Character. It's how they roll. Pete, at this point, is effectively doublestunned. In other words, he's knocked out. He's not going to give anybody any trouble--which lets everybody advance for free for a round and... ...wait--he's still not getting up? Well, in any event, Cirra is at the spike section now which is tough enough that she'll still need a roll of 11 or higher to get past! The spikes speed up once you get to the end, you know.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra pauses for a split second as she sees the spikes, the punching bags were no problem, she just jumped right over them when she threw that barrel. Now she turns back towards the bags, what? A few quick steps into a run, the Judge leaps, ands on a punching bag and uses her weight and momentuem to swing it back and forther, steadily picking up speed. At the right moemnt Cirra jumps off the punching bag, granted enough extra speed from the swinging to sail over the spikes and come down at the finish line in a three point stance.

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Evja finally starts to come around, going to stand up in the process. When he reaches his head, Evja goes to hold his head out of habit only to realize - no helmet! Looking at the other entrants and realizing they were already quite far ahead, or finished, Evja goes to save on his pride and simply walks over to his helmet after finding it. He puts it on slowly then wanders off towards the exit of the contest grounds, admitting defeat silently by simply leaving.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' "Bluhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Pete says. This might be Hades's cue to point out the victors. But Mercade is still caged?! It looks like it'd take THREE people to lift it off him. Of course there happen to be three people up there right now and PEte's pretty uh... ..."Bluhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Yeah.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "Hey Cirra? Help me?" he asks, pointing at the Cage. The hobo king flips up to Mercade, aiming to help him lift the cage. HUUUUUUUUUUURK! "This thing weighs alot!"

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra stands back up and looks over at the cage. She walks over and grabs a cross bar and lifts! She's strong, a lot stronger then Will, but the cage is awkward. Maybe if Mercade helps it'll be easier to get it off.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' The cage is ultimately overturned on Pete, TRAPPING HIM with his barreled mouth. Looks like he can't talk much now! Why did he ever take this job anyway???? VICTORY!! MERCADE: GOLD WILL: SILVER CIRRA: BRONZE EVJA: RABBIT

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart moves out of the rubble of the broken barrell finally,a s she hears the winners "Can I kick that monkey's butt now?" She grumbles, hopping down into the arena to check on the results.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Hades, appearing out of nowhere snaps his fingers... Mercade gets a Gold metal, Will a Silver, and Cirra a Bronze! "Good sporting folks!" Will looks at Caged Pete. "So...I'm taking him to jail!" Will pauses... "No no Tifa! No violence. Well...no more violence. Lets take him to jail! He won't escape from behind bars!"

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart pouts a bit "Are you sure? He tossed barrells at me and he's not sorry about it!

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will crosses his arms, "No Fighting." he says towards Tifa.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart puts her hands on her hips "How about a shake his cage a bit then?"

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will nods, "That's acceptable. And poking him with sticks!" Will isn't a cruel man!

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade sighs, finally free of that FIENDISH CAGE. "Don't poke him with sticks. That's just mean. Let's just get him into jail, where there is certainly no way he will ever escape." Mercade looks at the camera with a 'yeahhhhh right' expression on his face. Yeah, that camera. The one filming the event, silly.

Born Every Minute

2013-01-27T23:31:53Z

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{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/01/27
|Location=Traverse Town - Coliseum
|Synopsis=Evja beseeches Hades about a deal...
|Cast of Characters=Hades, Evja
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' It was still several hours until the start of the final qualifying rounds and as of yet, the coliseum bleachers had not buzzed to capacity yet. A tall, imposing figure in polished silver armor with a large billowy blue cloak on stands in the center of the plaza, a large translucent odd-shaped sword impaled in the dirt of the ground at the edge of the steps that lead into the coliseum. It would be rude, after all, to call someone to a meeting while keeping your weapon within reach. Taking a deep breath, the Judge finally speaks aloud, voice echoing slightly through a magic insulated into the mask to give it a deeper, reverby feeling, "Hades, I seek an audience. I assume you can hear me, as I am told you are... a deity." he leaves out the 'false' part that a certain Burmecian tacked into the front of it. "I wish to speak to you regarding your upcoming spectacle."

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Typically, Hades can't answer EVERY call he gets... However, the here and now of this one, go this attention. He was paying very close attention to the Coliseum right now, and when the beseeching goes out... Nothing happens immediately. However, behind Evja, a hand is placed on his shoulder, "Hey, how ya doin', Hades. Lord of the Dead. Not used to being called out so formally, so what's the deal? You lookin' to get a spot in the GAAAAAAMES? Well, you gota qualify...the old goats rules." He does however have a qualifying pass in his hands, "So what's your deal then? Looking to find a way to get in, or what?"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Suddenly, a blue hand. Evja goes to step forward and vanishes briefly before reappearing a few steps away, turning to look at Hades proper. Not quite teleportation so much as when he walked, he seemed to simply blink to another area. "I would appreciate it if you did not take my stepping away as an insult. It is a bit hard to turn to one behind me with... these." He reaches up to point a hand towards the large, ornate horns on the side of his helmet. After all... nothing more embarrassing than hitting someone with those things. "But yes, Lord of the Dead, I did desire to participate in the qualifying rounds. My knowledge of your event is limited to one Faruja Senra's description of it, so pardon if I speak wrong of a point, my sources are but one. There is still time that I may qualify, were I not already requested to do so before today?"

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Hades doesn't look too bothered by this, though he looks more amused by scaring the crap out of the guy, no matter how he said things. "Huh? Didn't you watch the broadcast? Geeze, do I have to reexplain everything, I have MINIONS for that. Seriously, you could have just gone to the counter at the bottom there and asked the information lady." Hades rolls his eyes, "There's one more event tonight, you qualify, you get in. If not, then your hope is to find a legendary monster and best it. GOOD luck with that, because Jerkules has pretty much ran them all out of town." he pauses... "Unless of course, you wana skip all that nonsense and just go right to qualifying." he says, holding up the pass. "With this the old goat has to let you in, no questions asked...proof that you're a hero. However..." "I scratch your back, you scratch mine."

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' The mention of minions does get a recognition from Evja. However, he says nothing, at all, and does not move save to cross his arms while the god says his piece. Then the proposition. "Very well then, I shall hear your itch. I would be a fool to turn down a guarantee without at least hearing what you would ask of me." With the mask on, it might be hard to see the Viera's face, though he does shift finally to hold out his right hand. In the background, Hades could likely see, far behind him, someone having just reached to grab the odd-shaped sword. It vanishes and Evja grabs it out of the air, stabbing it into the ground next to him before crossing his arms again. Which leaves one kid with wet pants and an annoyed father looking at him clinging to him briefly. "What could the Lord of the Dead possibly desire of a Judge?"

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Hades doesn't even acknowledge anything happened. "Simple. You get the pass now, and...oh lets say, in the future, I'll call in a favor as I see fit. One single favor, no strings attatched. You get the pass, I get a favor in the future...nice and clean." He says, and a contract appears right in the Judges hands. A scroll that can be rolled out, and with the terms of the contract in his native language. A pen appears in the other hand, "All you have to do is sign."

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "I cannot." Comes a simple, and unhesitant response when the pen appears. "By a magic setupon me when I became a Judge, I cannot make an open-ended oath. However, my word is stone, and my oath is a decree. I shall do you any one request, within the laws of where I am at the time of the request, that you desire... so long as you state it before the oath is made. By the same magic, I cannot break my oath, or word, spoken in such a manner." Evja reaches aside and puts his hand on his sword's hilt, not drawing it so much as one might do when swearing by something. "So long as I am not forced to break the laws of where I am, or tasked to go."

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' "Are you in or are you out?" Hades says, a bit of annoyance in his tone. He looks increadibly bored, "I got places to be, events to run, souls to guide to the underworld. You takin' the deal or are you takin' the chance that you won't participate?"

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "..." There is a long pause in that before Evja says, "I am unable to accept an agreement with no conditions. It is bound into me by magic. Any condition is enough, but there must be a condition. I understand, however, that in this wager I have no chips to bet. So let me add a chip from my own roll." Thinking briefly, Evja finally states, I agree... so long as what you ask me to do, when you ask me to do it, does not break the laws of the soil upon which I stand at the time. And I will still compete in this qualifier, pending I am guaranteed admittance, in order to try and disqualify any you wish to see not in your tournament."

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Hades pauses for a moment... "Suuuure. Alright." And then the scroll lists those very SPECIFIC conditions. Again, in his own native language, including the part he just added in himself. "There ya go, sign it and we'll be done."

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' Taking his right gauntlet off, Evja reveals a strangely feminine hand given the forboding... and male appearance of the armor. Reaching out, he takes the pen in hand and signs the contract, 'Evja, Inactive Adjudicator and Judge of Jylland.' followed by a twirl of the quill, puncturing the palm of his hand just enough to draw blood and returning it to the paper and sealing it with something no magic can claim otherwise. "Let it be law." he says, and his armor shins briefly, setting the oath to himself. One he cannot break, willingly or otherwise.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' The contract immediately, combusts into fire and brimestone, before appearing on Hades' hands. "Quite the complicated way to say 'yes' but sure. Whatever floats your boat. Anyway, I expect you to uphold your part of the bargin tonight." The pass appears in Evja's hand as promised. "I'm pullin' for you little shorty...knock 'em dead."

:'''[[Evja]] has posed:''' "It is a pleasure doing business with you, Lord Hades." Giving a nod of his head, Evja places the gauntlet back onto his hand, lifts his sword to slip it over his back, then turns to walk towards the entrance to the coliseum proper. Time to register to qualify with a guaranteed entrance into it. Hm... could he actually qualify twice? Well, he would see. Still, it gave him a better chance than others, to his knowledge, of obtaining the World Shard.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' With that... Hades was gone, a bit of pyrotechnics, and brimestone, and nothing was left of Hades.

Hades Cup: Qualifying Event - TOURNAMENT OF STRENGTH

2013-01-27T21:48:43Z

Willsherman:

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/01/25
|Location=Traverse Town - Coliseum
|Synopsis=A contest of strength!
|Cast of Characters=Lexus, Count Valos, Isaac Hanlon, Rinoa Heartilly, Will Sherman, Julius, Faruja Senra, Cirra Constantine, Brooklyn, Tom Magnusson, Percival
|Tinyplot=Manhattan Restoration
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' THE TOURNAMENT OF STRENGTH! The second qualifying event seems to be just that. A mess of sandbags have been set up at the center of the colliseum. OWIE TRANSMITTORS have been set up by a Professor Norton Nimmul, who appears to the judge for this event. "Hehehehe..." He cackles lightly to himself, rubbing his bald head. "Little do these heroes know but my transmission devices will transmit their POWER DATA to my handy dandy robomouse, that will boost its strength to three or maybe four times the strength of a normal mouse! Ha! HaHA! HAHAHAHA!" "Wait...was my mic on?" He asks, tapping the side of it. "Nevermind that! All entrees. I mean entrants--go to the center of the field and pound the sandbags to your hearts content, Eheheheheh!" He rubs his hands together maniacally. This really is probably the worst guy to hose a Tournamnet of Strength. At least get Monterey Jack or something. But as it stands, he's what you've got. The sandbags look to be bags made out of sand along with the OWIE TRANSMITTORS--but otherwise seem perfectly normal! Surely this event will just be a pure tournament of strength wtih nothing unusual happening.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja is on one knee with the rest of those who are participating in tonight's event. Admittedly, strength isn't the rat's best quality, but he figures he'd stack his odds of actually qualifying after his real forte proved a bust. It's not like he has to win, either. Just qualify. "Lord grant me strength, that it may lead me to victory." He prays, before rising. Squint. After yesterday, he's well aware that there's more than meets the eye here.

:'''[[Tom Magnusson]] has posed:''' Is there anyone who's actually surprised that Tom Magnusson is here today? He strides out onto the colliseum floor, his coat flapping magnificently from his shoulders. Underneath that coat, there is nothing. Nothing at all. Just his bare chest, his rippling muscles, his sweat-drenched skin! You could reflect a laser off that body! You could /cut diamonds/ with those muscles! On his head, as Tom approaches the series of sandbags, is a small blue mouse-- there are tiny red punching gloves on its forepaws. It shadowboxes. It's completely adorable. "SO!" Tom grins, flexing hard, "It's time to party!" And then, Tom flexes. He flexes /at/ a sandbag. Fleexxxxx

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' And then? Without further ado, the rat leaps forward! Not yet drawing his weapon upon his back, he settles into an opening jab with gauntleted fists, followed by a winding back, hard right hook!

:'''[[LEXUS]] has posed:''' A tournament of strength? This isn't quite LEXUS' specialty, but it's worth testing themselves nonetheless. The aged man stands there, quiet, as his Identity Disk flips and sweeps around him as if it was an additional method of sensing. Maybe it is. "Of course I would choose to participate when all of these neanderthals are present." LEXUS comments to himself. The Dark Virus looks upon the sandbags, and frowns. "Is this really what we're going to work with?" LEXUS gestures, and the Disc flies out, emitting spikes of corrupting neon green light as they fire out with bright flashes.

:'''[[Count Valos]] has posed:''' Today, Count Valos was adorned in full plate of silver, on account of not knowing what exactly he'd have to endure to win the day. As though being akin to a golem comprised heavily of stone was not enough to start, a greater assurance of triumph was guaranteed if he could enhance his defensive capabilities beyond the norm; atop that, he needed his armor to facilitate flight. Alas, being so abundant in poundage meant his acceleration would be decreased, and mass multiplied by acceleration equalled force, so attending the tournament of strength with the hopes of winning may have just been a pipe dream, and his fears of losing along the lines of a much more realistic junction nightmare. Walking up to the target with his signature vacant expression, he delivers a few jabs at the thing.

:'''[[Rinoa Heartilly]] has posed:''' Well, punching bags weren't exactly Rinoa's forte either, however she did come here to practice and improve upon her skills. Fortunately, Tifa had given her a crash course on martial arts, so she at least knew the basics. She rushes at one of the punching bags, assaulting it with quick jabs.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will stands in the arena! A Tournament of strenght...well, it's not his thing, but well...He'll have to try /ANYWAY/. He has to get in to get the Manhattan Shard at any cost. Will gives the scientist a odd look...another one of /those guys/. Whatever...he's gota qualify, be damned whatever he's doing. He dives right for a sandbag, it may not have fate, but he strikes at the bag both physically and metaphysically, ignoring the fact that the breaker of their world is here too.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' A tournament of strength. That seems like Brooklyn's sort of thing. He doesn't trust Hades, but he doesn't really trust /anything/ magical. So it's not really Hades' fault. But the fact he doesn't trust Hades is the reason he wants to enter the tournament. To make sure there is no shenanigans going on. For now, he bounces back and forth between his feet, trying his best to focus on the tournament, because he can't go off the handle and attack those who attacked Manhattan, at least not here.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra Cosntantine looks up at the announcer's booth as Dr. Norton Norton goes on about robotic mice. She will deal with him and his obviously illegal robot mouse later. Taking the field, The Judge swings her scythe in one hand and sets her stance wide as she consdiers the sandbag. This shouldn't be hard. Just like practice in Archadia. Steping in siftly she swings the scythe upwards diagonally and steps around backwards to follow it up by slamming the sandbag back down with the back of the weapon and then lunges forword to stab at it with the pike blade on the end of the shaft.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac is amongst the competitors in the arena. This is a little weird, at least to anyone who knows him, considering that this is a contest of strength and he's... he's kind of a wizard. He steps up to the sandbag. Isaac has with him a baseball bat (aluminum, not wood), held one-handed, with his tablet in his other. He mutters a few things under his breath, leaning on the bat, and then swings the bat onto his shoulder and walks maybe a dozen paces back. Isaac turns back to it, licking a finger and apparently judging the wind. He promptly tosses a ball of blue and violet light underhanded at the sandbag. It splatters like a paintball and pushes down on it with crushing force. He frowns a little and adjusts where he's standing, tapping the bat on the ground. Hmmm.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Percival doesn't know exactly what to make of this competition, but he fully intended to rise to the challenge. Taking the field, he unsheaths his blade from the scabbard upon his back, and hooks the straps of the heater shield upon his arm. Circling the sandbag for a time, he treats it as if it were a training exercise against an actual foe of which he was taking in its measure. After a short time, he quickly charges towards it and slams his shield into the sandbag before circling around to buffet it upside its imaginary head with the edge of the sword.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' Tom flexes at the sandbag. The sandbag looks back at Tom. The transmitters make it look like it has little eyes. Tom flexes harder. The sandbag is unaffected. It's a sandbag. Flexing doesn't damage things you idiot!! Tom's mouse it helpfully supplies a powerful boxing glove punch to the sandbag, though, doing basically no damage to it but at least it counts as points. Faruja helps Tom out, at least through showing that the proper way to hit a sandbag is to properly hit it. He plugs his fists into the sandbag. The devices make ringing noises of happiness, but also sadness because pain hurts. Doing this to an innocent sandbag, for shame! Sandbags don't have fates!! They're bags of sand!!! Will can still punch it just fine. He actually outdamages Tom's mouse! Rinoa also plugs away at it...and actually seriously slams it with her strikes! If she could pace herself this way for the rest of the event, she might have this in the bag! Cirra Constantine and Isaac perform an admirble showing next. Cirra rips open a hole in the sandbag with her scythe only for Isaac to literally set the bag on fire with MAGICAL PAINTBALL OF PAIN--the bag crunching up into a more dense form, more sand spilling out. "Ha ha ha! Yes! Yess!!! Hit the sandbag more! MORE!!" Professor Norton cackles wildly but then... SUDDENLY!!! "Ahh, if it isn't my dear friend Professor Norton!" A voice shouts from the sky, it is... a young woman with brown hair, spectacles, and a dowdy appearance. Some of you know her as FEIGE ABRAMSON... IN A GYROCOPTER! "Your little sandbags are very quaint, indeed! But my GYROPOWERED ELECTRON DESTABILIZER will show you the power of TRUE evil science! I hope you are ready for DISINTERGRATION! HA HA HA HA!!!" A cannon pushes out the front of the gyrocopter, charging up dangerously... BUT SUDDENLY! "NO!" A fat multieyed alien with a laser pistol shouts from the stands. "You don't know the proper way to do mad scientist, ya? My experiment 626 would make short work of this event...!" He pauses for a moment and then says, "Oh wait, he's missing. Nevermind, nevermind." He sits back down...BUT SUDDENLY! A gentlemanly voice from beneath the earth eminates eloquently, "Oh my, my my... gentlemen, gentlemen. There is no need to fight..." A trapdoor opens up from underneath the colliseum and an...ape with a light bulb on his head clambers on out and sniffs his armpit. "I am Doctor Frankenollie and I wish to inform you that despite your truly impressive subjects, that my experiment outdoes it all...and what's more, Lord Hades informed me that your quaint little sandbag show would be...parden the pun...Hellish for ratings." "Bah!!" Norton shouts. "Nothing can surpass my sandbags! Prove it you little aaaaapeee!!! I kidnap you from zoos for breakfast!" "Very well! I will prove it!" The ape says and snaps his fingers. FROM THE SKY, a giant monster falls, crashing through Feige Abramson's gyrocopter (Feige Abramson ejects and cries out 'EVIL SCIENCE IS IMMORTAL' before fleeing with her personal subcopter). It lands near the sand bag and he bites into it, shaking it around vigorously before flinging it to the side, in tatters. He sniffs his own armpit a few times, much like his master, before turnins his attention to the assorted hero wannabees...and BELCHES MOST FOUL at them, unleashing a mighty powerful odor. "The new rule is to, ahem, do as much damage as you can to my dear Julius. He, of course, will not make it easy on you. Mmhmm..." The doctor then leaps into the stands where he can sniff his own butt in peace. The scoreboard flickers on, showing total scores so far!

:'''[[Tom Magnusson]] has posed:''' Tom wasn't trying to /hurt/ the sandbags! God. He was just /psyching himself up!/ It's a thing that Tom does, you see. He needs to have his muscles all warmed up before laying out a proper beatdown to a bag full of stuffing! Of course, he doesn't have much of an opportunity to do so. Instead, there is a giant monster. The giant monster just straight up tears that little bag apart. And then- and then it belches at him. He frowns, scrunching up his face. That- that somehow manages to smell worse than Will in the middle of summer! The mouse on top of Tom's head covers its nose cartoonishly and darts into the safety of one of Tom's pockets- one particularly close to one of his armpits. Tom, unlike this monster, uses deoderant. "Well!" Tom grins, hurling himself at the monster. He drops a knee into its side! Painfully! "I guess this could qualify as slaying a legendary beast! Let's /do it!/ WILL! ISAAC!" "Let's /kick some ass!/" Tom rushes forward, hurling a quick series of powerful jabs into the monster's awful, MONSTROUS hide! And He finishes by slamming his forehead right into its side. Like some kind of... Muscle Jerk.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja is belched at by a monster. After witnessing the chaos caused by mad SCIENCE!!!, the rat decides to remedy this little problem by further application of the power of punch! Unfortunately, as he closes in for said punch, he sniffs. Pause. The rat immediate turns, losing his lunch and making other horrible wretching sounds. Give him a second. When he's done, he squeak-snarls, drawing his spear. "How horribly rude, you vile knave!" Spearthrust! Cue a rising heated blade followed by light gathering over the monster's head. KABOOM!

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Suddenly there is a XANATOS pile up. Except that it's Scientist instead of Xanatos, and Will looks from one mad scientist to another, before suddenly Julius bursts up, and unleashes complete and utter hell on his senses. Will coughts, gagging, and holding his face trying to breath some air in after a moment, before turning around and pointing right at him. "PETE! Or rather, PEG LEG PETE! Your wicked plan fails here!" ignoring the fact that he's listening to a monkey for a lightbulb for a brain/head! Will can't do what he normally does...The game was still in effect, which means they have to knock him BACK...or they lose. THIS thing...however, has a fate. Will dives forward, aiming to slam his hands into the beast, once...twice, and then flips, aiming to try and kick it right across the head with a spinning kick. "You're in my way, Peg Leg Pete!"

:'''[[LEXUS]] has posed:''' LEXUS sure as hell was trying to hurt the sandbags. He, however, is a methodical entity who augments his damage potential through crippling his enemies. The arrival of the Mad Science contingent causes LEXUS to arch an eyebrow impassively. "Evil Science is immortal, eh..." He says. "This seems to be a collection of scientists. Interesting." He turns, and continues sbotaging the hell out of Julius moments before the wave of putrescence washes over him. LEXUS... actually coughs and chokes, staggring for a moment. "Gggghghk!" He says, his equilibrium destroyed!

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' If he had doubts about the validity of this contest before, he had none now. After all, MONSTER! And it seemed to be from one of those idiots screaming that it was FOR SCIENCE! that seemed to be ever so common in the cinema. He had stopped being suprised by this world's antics long ago, however, and resolved to simply finish this quickly. Percival treated this foe with greater severity as he circles about it for a time; before offering it a casual salute, then rushes in to plant a strike of his shield to the creature's ankle, before following up with a nearly blind strike to its kneecap, hoping for a lucky hit as he passed it by.

:'''[[Count Valos]] has posed:''' ....And there was Will Sherman, the stinky kid who got bent out of shape after a discussion with Count Valos, but fortunately, when the hobo threatened the dark elf, he said he'd try to trounce Gidarch Valos if there was nobody around to maintain legality, so the nobleman dismisses the boy's presence as an unimportant variable in the tournament..... for the time being! The sandbags are a much more important element, and ironically enough- they fall in line with the drow's element, earthen matter. Sensing that the contents radiate an aura that resonates with him, he has a revelation... everyone else is attacking the bags from the outside, but his ability to manipulate the interior substances could allow him to attack from within! Making it detonate from expansion would be more entertaining, at the bare minimum, than standing there slugging the thing repeatedly with his fist- however.... soon this idea becomes irrelevant, as they are obliged to prove their might by taking down some kind of.... putrid-breathed beast. Wrinkling his nose uncomfortably and coughing as the noxious emission comes his way, Gidarch narrows his eyes as he tries to focus on the abomination. After waving his hand, three boulders of varying sizes materialize, and they go surging towards the ugly thing that he actually has no hard feelings towards, but is destined to try and subdue regardless..... such is life.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra's Evil Scientist alarm goes of. She has one to locate Dr. Bunansa. She looks up at the Gyrocopter, thne immediatly down at the ground as the Ape appears, "What on Ea-" THEN A BIGGER APE FROM THE SKY. Cirra leaps upwards and lands on one of the pillars doting the collisuem and watches with a grimace a the creature belches across the other combatants. "This is clearly an unwarrented and illegal disruption to these proceedings." The Judge turns and leaps across the tops of the pillars and jumps towards the monster's back, scythe held to strike the butt of the weapon at the back of the monster's neck. A twist of her body in mid air and she slams the weapon like a polearm at the base of it's skull before swinging the wicked curved blade down to try and cut through it.

:'''[[Rinoa Heartilly]] has posed:''' Rinoa had expected this to be pretty straight-forward: Hit the punching bag..But suddenly..Weird critters pop up..And...A scary monster! Her eyes widen, calling her dog Angelo to her side. "What's this now? I thought we were punching bags!" She backs away, looking a bit scared, but at least she's not alone. "Angelo!" Rinoa whistles, and her trusty dog is at her side in a flash. She's feeling a bit more confident now as she stares back at the monster. "Help me beat this thing!" With a bark, Angelo rushes at the alien monster thing, teeth bared, claws unfurled as she jumps and scratches and bites at the creature..

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' Oh great, more evil science. That is not good. When is it ever good. Brooklyn stops his warmup and glares at the creature, as it releases the massive belch into his face. He does his best to cover his beak with a paw as the gas washes over him. Once it ends, he clenches his fists, and moves to attack. Brooklyn rushes in towards the creature, aiming to strike the creature with a flurry of powerful blows from his fists, followed at the end by a spinning elbow strike, looking to see if he can't find any weak points on the creature's body to strike at.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' "Evil Science--!!" exclaims Isaac. He'll get you one day, Immortal Evil Scientist Lady With A Gyrocoptor! Now that there is no sandbag and there is instead a giant monster, Isaac can stop messing around. It's like someone out there recognized that the world of the Hades Cup needed a giant monster or something. Not that there'll be any such thing in it later, nope, of course not, never. BELLLLLLLLCH. Isaac's hair blows back. He shuts his eyes and his nose crinkles in distaste. He waves his tablet-clutching hand in front of his face for a second. "Phew. Rank. Still not as bad as Will. I'll totally give it a seven, though, for effort." Isaac lifts the bat to his shoulder. He pulls out headphones and slips them on, poking at his tablet for a second. Then, he murmurs incantations and takes the bat in two hands, and with a mighty swing, hammers a spark of blue hovering in front of him. It goes spinning off toward the monster, warping weirdly and tumbling end over end, flying up over it -- -- and then it turns into a VW Bug and gravity promptly takes it's course. Isaac frowns. "Must've gotten the incantation a little muddled," he says to himself. "Was it 'pergon' or 'pargon'?" But how, dear readers, could he even get it at all if he didn't look at it like usual? Well, it's quite simple. Isaac just used his tablet's (Isaac inexplicably produces and dons a pair of sunglasses.) speak and spell.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' "My beautiful sandbag!" Professor Norton wails. Julius doesn't care, Tom dives in quickly and starts clobbering at the monster. It's irritating, so the monster counter attacks--smacking Tom back up into the air with a big hand and then smacking him up a few more times so he has to stay up there for a while. Faruja lashes out with his spear, tearing open some of Julius's stitches. He blasts him with holy light...in the face!! Julius stumbles back roaring before spotting the mouse. He charges forward and attempts to just slam his fist into Faruja so hard he is submerged underground. This guy makes Pete look like a tiny kitten, he's huge! Julius doesn't react to the name Peg Leg Pete. Why do people keep calling him that? Will's strikes are blocked by Julius's hand but he manages to get out de way before he is able to submerge him underground, or throw him at Tom, he's basically a mindless brute. Lexus has better luck, his technowizardry making Julius so sick that he turns green in the face. Or maybe he just does that normally. Either way he thwaps at Lexus with a hand. Percival dives in with a strike towards Julius's knee cap. Squealing, Julius grabs his leg and hops up and down repeatedly, actually in fact jumping and landing on Percival a few times in the process. He flails his arms about, smashing the boulders Valos sends his way and tries to uppercut Valos into the air--he fails however because Cirra dives in and stops Julius cold. She thwacks Julius about with her spear but Julius snags her out of the air and says, "Preeeeetty!" But Rinoa's dog manages to bite into his arm before he accidentally crushes Cirra and he says, "YOWWW!" before grabbing RINOA. "BAD PRETTY." But then BROOKLYN dives in, plowing his fists into Julius so hard that he is actually knocked off balance. Pete tries to swipe back but he whiffs! Isaac then summons a car over Julius's head, it crashes into his skull and her flops forward, ALMOST fallin flat on Isaac. Little gyrocopters spin around his head as he's dizzied. "HA! HAA!!! Is that the best your monster can do?!" Professor Norton is now, apparently, on the side of our heroes. "No, of course not." Dr. Frankenollie says, pushing a button. AND SUDDENLY JULIUS IS CHARGED WITH LIGHTNING. "RAAAAAAAAGHH!!!!" His eyes shoot thunder. Julius hops up to his feet, reenerged as he flings lightning bolts everywhere, smashes his fist at anybody he can reach, unleashing deadly shockwaves, and then grabs for that car isaac summoned and swings it about like a maniac. He really wants to hit Isaac with that thing.

:'''[[Count Valos]] has posed:''' Although Gidarch's boulders miss, he's not daunted- the only thing at stake for him was some kind of shard, which for all he knew, might've been no more interesting to him than a chunk of basalt. Not having been terribly enthusiastic, initially, he experiences an equal proportion of disappointment as he realizes the other combatants are fairing much better than himself, and inwardly shrugs it off as he continues with a predisposition rivaling that of a person on auto-pilot. The Count is pretty much mindless until he's struck by an electrical onslaught, which, being enveloped in metallic armor, sends him soaring towards Faruja; did you think that the Burmecian dragoon was the only one able to reach a nigh-transonic rate of motion?.... That theory is disproven as the drow surges towards the innocent rodent with enough force to do some serious damage.... if they both meet; depending on how sturdy the lancer's mail is, there may be yet more backlash intended for the dark one.

:'''[[Tom Magnusson]] has posed:''' Tom grunts as he's knocked bodily into the sky! He stays there for a long moment before he opens one eye to give the giant monster an awful, defiant grin. And then, there's lightning. Electricity and blunt force trauma merge to slam Tom right back into the ground, creating a vaguely Tom-shaped crater in the ground. It takes a second and a half for Tom to pull himself back to his feet. Even when he's up, he still wavers, wobbling on his feet for a fraction of a second, before he shakes the addled cobwebs out of his head. "Ugh. Mad science never hurt so much. But I ain't done yet. It'll take way more than that, you abomination of man's work! Have at you!" And then Tom has at it. There is much punching involved. /Tons/ of punching! Ahahahahaha! /HAHAHAHAHA!/

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will shakes his hand as he meets the brick wall that was Peg Leg Pete! "Holy crap OW..." he complains, shaking the hand a few times... and then leaps back as a fist aims to smash him into the ground! "Holy crap! This is bad! VERY BAD!" Will channels BOB today, rolling back before dancing around the lightning that rains down on him. Once more, Will just seems to be moving at random, a step ahead of the attacks or just simply is saved by random circumstance! Will turns, however, to find Valos attacking Faruja! "HEY! THE HELL!?! That's it! I was going to ignore your <GOOSEHONK> but screw it!" he says, raising a hand up and reaching out to grasp at strings, both on Valos and the monster. His hand grasps those strings, the strings of fate connecting all things to each other. He then tears them DOWN, causing ripples of some unknown magic to tear throught both Pete and Valos. "FARUJA! LIGHT HIM UP!"

:'''[[LEXUS]] has posed:''' LEXUS considers his opportunities, and the sudden offensive of the massive beast opens up new chances. LEXUS smiles, even as the massive beast slams towards him with lightining and FISTS. LEXUS is not weak vs. fist. He raises a barrier, the hexagonal force field repelling some of the assault even as the rest knocks him back, and he looks upon the House of Mouse. That is, the resident zealot. With a laugh, LEXUS directs his Disc towards Faruja, lightning cascading outwards towards him, while corrupting neon green crackles outwards in an attempt to crush Faruja. Ice spires erupt upwards as well, threatening to freeze him in place!

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra gets grabed, then electrocuted, then probably slammed itno the ground. To say this knocks the wind out of her would be an understatement. She spends a good few seconds insensate before her head lolls forward again and she blinks. Relizing she's in a monkey's paw sitiuation, she inhales deeply and shuts her eyes tight, pressing her arms outwards untill the monster's hand is pried away from her body. Staggering out and away until she can regain her footing, Cirra takes up her scythe again and looks at the monster. She runs, and leaps over the monsterous arm and runs down it's side, Scythe held up high to come down, trying to damage it's ankle to keep it from standing again.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' Well, honestly, if you asked Brooklyn right now, he'd tell you that there's no way that he should have been able to pull that off. But he does. He dodges the lightning, and blocks one of the fists as it swings towards him. Then out of nowhere he leaps up onto the car as it's being swung around, and uses it to gain some momentum, before he flares his wings and pops into the air. Once up in the air, he uses his newfound position to drop back down on top of the monster, talons first, in order to dig into the creature with them and push it down to the ground with a flap of his wings and a strike of his tail, trying to topple the whole thing over to the ground.

:'''[[Rinoa Heartilly]] has posed:''' Rinoa yelps as her dog is easily swatted aside by the scary monster. "Angelo!" She yells as she rushes to her dog's side. Angelo whines and whimpers but she's not out for the count yet! Rinoa glares back at the monster, about to assault it when it savagely attacks them again, blasting them with lightning and fierce flurries of punches. Again she goes flying and slamming into the ground, screaming out in pain, bleeding and bruised now as she struggles shakily to her feet. "Ugh..It's powerful..." But she cant give up now..This time, Rinoa steps back, choosing to strike back with magic instead. It must have a weakness, somewhere...Angelo glows in magic as she imbues a spell on the dog as she rushes and leaps at the monster again. At the same time she summons a furious windstorm, coupled with blades of energy to slash at the monster.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' KER-KRACK! Faruja is pounded into the ground like a nail. A golden-armored, robed mouse-nail. Only a quickly thrown up Protect spell saves his noggin from being smashed open, the spell shattering with the force of the blow. The Templar's left with his shoulders and head above ground. Yank! Yank! The rat manages to pull up his spear! Point! Light will once again gather around Julius, Judgement of the almighty made into physical force bearing down upon the product of mad science-related HERESY, attempting to open body and soul to further damage by the element. Then, the rat has the fun job of digging himself out of the ground. Thankfully, he's small and flexible, and his plate mail is designed to give a touch when it has to. Wiggle struggle! Pop! Like a rabbit out of a hole, he's on his feet. Why is there an ominous feeling? Turn. There is a gigantic, armored elf flying his way at very dangerous speeds. With antlers on his helm! Antlers! "Oh, <GOOSEHONK> me!" Incantation, go! "WARP!" White light swirls around the ratling just as the tip of Valos' armored body begins to impact him. Swallowed in the swirling light, he's spat out by a similar counter-swirl high above. "Oh, thank Faram for white magic!" "Worry not, Ser Sherman! 'Twas a trivial assault! Qualifying means more than vengeance here! FOR FARAM AND MANHATTAN!" Laying his spear upon his back, the ratling holds his arms to the sides, claws open. White light flows in the palms of his hands, before spears are drawn forth from wherever the heck the rat keeps his spares! Javelins, to be precise! Yanking both out of the mini-Warps, he tosses both as gravity slowly reclaims him. As they're sent down, streaking missiles aimed for the beast's vital points. AGain and again the rat summons them: spears, javelins, tridents. Fun fact: Faruja's marked a significant portion of an armory back in Mullonde. Just in case of... UNLIMITED SPEAR WORKS Then, the ratling falls, calling forth one more spear. He raises his arm to throw and....wham! Lightning and neon wrack his body. "Fah! Fine. /One/ of you deservers a touch of vengeance!" Chuck! That spear's aimed for Lexus' head. Oh, right, Julius. Drawing his spear, he plummets, attempting to crash spear into monster!

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Julius almost crushes Isaac by falling on him. Isaac edges backwards and clocks him with the baseball bat for good measure. BONK! And then he gets hit by a car!? Isaac goes flying. He skips across the dirt ground of the coliseum, tumbling to a halt. Isaac pulls himself to his feet and wobbles comically, then shakes it off a second later. He brushes dirt and dust off his coat, frowning, then pulls his tablet back out. It's undamaged. Must be made of tougher stuff than it looks. "Alright, no more Mister Nice Mage. First, something more appropriate." Isaac mutters a few words. He gestures grandly, and the arena shakes, the ground trembling at his terrible arcane might. He lifts his hand, sweeping it upwards to his left and his right, and pillars of rock erupt from the coliseum's floor, springing out at the TERRIBLE MONSTER. They're pillars of rock... and roll. Isaac's CONJURED SPEAKERS change the background music. Local Tartarus TV electronics do the same. It sounds like a familiar tune for fighters and training montages, but it isn't quite the same. Isaac frowns. "Wait, that isn't what I was -- dammit." He starts fiddling with his tablet again. BGM CHANGE: http://youtu.be/XAZ-2gMJXY0

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Stunned from having been stomped on, and then shocked by the ELECTRIC APE, the arena was spinning; he barely made out the form of another Gargoyle attacking the monster. Percival was pleased as punch to see that another Gargoyle had survived, and was in fact battling the creature alongside him. He'd have to make a point to introduce himself later. Well assuming he lived of course. Allowing his wings to unfurl to their full wingspan, he climbs the edge of the arena, before kicking off the the side of it. Gliding along an air current, he makes it a point to try and spear the creature in midair with his shield upraised to fend up against the inevitable counter attack. It wasn't unlike jousting after all, just...no horse. Who needed one of those things anyhow? Anyhow, he'd make a mark on its hide, HUGE SUCCESS, for its master. As he glides on by, he raises a salute to Brooklyn, before making for the other side of the arena. Noting the cowardly attack upon the mouse knight, he snarls, as his eyes begin to glow with a white luminescence as evidence of his rage. He resolved himself to punish the two perpetrators and take down the monster forthwith.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' Tom still has THE WILL TO POWER. "I take offense at claiming he is man's work." Dr. Frankenollie pulls a flea out of his labcoat and stuffs it in his mouth. "Mmm succulent!" Tom uses his one great skill. Punching! Julius counterattacks with a smack of his hand. Will's unknown magic rips into Julius's fate. He wails, sensing something unpleasant, before he smacks his hand not at where Will is, nor where Will is going to be, but in a totally random location that just so happens to be where Will dodges into. "Whaaat!" Professor Norton says. "Some of these people are fighting against the heroes too! Well I'll be!" The ratings soar to HEAVENLY heights DOH HO HO. "Is this against the rules?" He flips through the rulebook. Since this is a rulebook from Hades, it's on fire. Norton is instantly set aflame and he yelps and rolls across the ground in a panic. "HEELLPP!!" He wails. "FIRE FIIIYAAAA! WHY DID I TRY TO OPEN THAT BOOK???" This seems to be a 'no, killing each other is not against the rules why would it be?'. Julius tries to give Cirra a hug, she evades this with her tsundere power and rips open his ankle. He howls in pain and decides that maybe Cirra is not so pretty? A dog leaps on his face and starts a clawing but he keeps stomping forward and gives RINOA a hug. "Prettty?" He says. But he is forced to drop Rinoa AGAIN when Brooklyn claws into him and succeeds!! at making Julius tumble over again. Unfortunately Julius tumbles over right on top of him. And as he tumbles, he also happens to guide his elbow right over Faruja. SMOOSH. "AHH I AM STILL ON FIRE BUT I AM GLAD THAT WALKING RODENT MAN IS PROBABLY GOING TO BE ELIMINATED BECAUSE RODENTS FOIL ALL MY PLAAAAAAAANS!!" The Professor screams. "Oh I like this song. BUT I AM STILL ON FIRE!" Juilus rolls across the arena, jumping up once more, leaping for Isaac and landing at him with an electrically charged butt! "GURRGHGHH!!!" This done, Julius blinks faintly before that yucky feeling from before hits him. Percy makes it worse with his blows, Julius thwapping him away. His stomach gurgles and then suddenly. He farts. He farts powerfully, directly into Isaac, but nobody is spared from the fumes shortly after. He spins through the air, the fart explosion operating not unlike a nuclear weapon before he twists his body around and belly flops towards... ...everybody. And anybody not in the direct line of fire will have to deal with the shockwaves.

:'''[[Count Valos]] has posed:''' Applying the term friendly-fire loosely, Gidarch /did/ attack Faruja, but not exactly voluntarily. The lightning that had struck him was what had thrown him on a collision course for the mouse. Will, undoubtedly having been distracted by the bombardments that are causing chaos amongst the populace within the arena, may not have realized this.... but it makes little difference, for inevitably, Will and the dark one were going to exchange blows on some day- given the boy's distaste for Gidarch Valos; today just happens to be that day. While the Burmecian evades the living silver-bullet, said projectile doesn't get off that easily, as Will sees fit to release a furrowing of strange magic through the medium of reality itself, ultimately causing Valos to suffer from peculiar impediments he wasn't experiencing prior, in defiance of the horrific status anomalies invoked by the monster's foul breath. Sprawling along the ground, the dark one raises a hand to his head, which is spinning- he is by no means traumatized in any way by the pain of what has befallen him, because of his ability to resist the natural influences of that particular sensation.... but he's undeniably disoriented. Wobbling as he stands, he peers over at Will, trying to discern /why/ the stench-emanating hobo just assaulted him; and reassesses the situation. Will is now a threat, and Gidarch ponders whether or not it's even worth staying in the fight; an event that he personally perceives as being disorganized to the degree that it is in which he is taking part is losing allure quickly. Then again.... Valos was not a patient individual when it came to tolerating the company of others, and when order fell to the wayside, it was time to find greener pastures. "These people do not have their act together; it is self evident that my time is being depleted needlessly here. I am no longer amused by this dog and pony show...." Promptly, Gidarch magnetizes his armor and ascends, followed in suit by his departure from the vicinity.... Conveniently enough, by virtue of being in the air while the shockwaves surged through the general area, Gidarch isn't struck by the most recent attack. Perhaps some will call him a coward after this day, but those who know him might think otherwise; now, being that nobody really knows him, that might just mean that everybody in the World of Ruin will revere him as craven!

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' BELLYFLOP OF DOOM! And a fart. A horrible, disgusting fart. Even all of that horror doesn't compare to Faruja's hate. Screaming up towards the Professor, the rat snarls as he tries to not lose his lunch twice! "I AM NOT A RODENT, YOU RACIST, HERETICAL WRETCH!" Someone's not had their rabies shot. Either that, or fart-stench from horrible monsters is mildly mind-altering. Speaking of which, time to avoid that thing known as death! Leaping back, the ratling avoids being squished, even as he pulls out some nose plugs. Pop! This time, he merely gags and wishes he was puking instead of /actually/ puking. Landing neatly, he sighs. "I have had quite enough of this." Spear-thrust! Holy energy lashes down upon the monkey-beast. HOLY KABOOM!

:'''[[Tom Magnusson]] has posed:''' What is even happening in this arena? Friends are hitting friends! Up is down! Down is /GRAVY!/ Then again, that LEXUS jerk- he's the guy from back under Manhattan! And he's attacking the Mouse. Tom was willing to wait until after the tournament to deal with him, but-- Wait, what's that smell!? There's an awful, awful stench in the air. Tom sniffs, once, twice, and then there's a shadow, growing over the ground. Tom looks straight up as Julius comes back down. There is a shockwave. A shockwave of /farts./ "Oh--" Tom sniffs, "Oh my /God/ that is about the worst thing-- Ugh! UGH!" He moves over, and then punches it, once. His eyes are twitching with barely restrained rage, "You! You're SUCH a sick dick! Oh my God!"

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will narrows his eyes as the Dark Elf Leaves... His gaze slowly turns back towards LEXUS...but he's wasting time right now. It's time to start doing damage...he reaches deep into himself...and then... A red mist like energy radiates off of him, as he dives right towards Peg Leg Pete. "GET DUNKED!" he shouts, aiming a single strike into the monster. He flips up, aiming to try and drive it straight up, before trying to jump up right above it...not caring if it' out sizes him by several catagories! His hand comes down, aiming to drive right into the monster...but this time, fate CRACKS around it, aiming to litterally kill the very strings of fate itself, before he crashes down ontop of it... and aims the shotgun of leadership right into it. "How does Mercade do this...I CALL SHOTGUN!"

:'''[[Rinoa Heartilly]] has posed:''' "Aaah!" Rinoa shrieks in pain as the monster proves too fast for her. It grabs her suddenly in a bear hug, nearly crushing her to death before it is distracted by Brooklyn enough to drop her. She rolls to the ground, hacking and coughing, trying to put some space between herself and the awful monster creature.. And then it attacks with a most putrid, earth shattering....FART! "Eww! Gross!" She staggers back, trying to cover her nose as best as she can, but still gets blasted by the disgusting odour. Ugh, maybe she shouldn't have come. She certainly did not expect it to be this deadly! Struggling to her feet, Rinoa pulls out a hipotion and quickly drinks it, as it heals some of her wounds and gives her some strength to stand on her two feet. She brings her hands skywards as she summons powerful winds coupled with holy magic that causes her blaster edge to glow brilliantly as she launches the magic-infused sawblade from her weapon at the monster. It arcs around, striking twice, surrounding in a blast of wind magic before she catches it again. "Please let this hit!" And she summons the last of her strength to launch the still-glowing blaster edge into the sky, leading a trail of holy energy behind it. When it returns, it seems to burst into hundreds of holy arrows that rain down upon the monster in a flurry of wind and light and a burst of feathers.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' The sudden stench, followed by the shockwave knocks the wind right out of Percival, the glow fading from his eyes as he JUST CANNOT TAKE THAT AWFUL SMELL! And down he plummets, until he hits the ground, hard. And then the world just keeps continuing to spin. He tries to rise once, before pathetically doubling over, coughing. If he could remove his lungs from his body, he'd do it in a heartbeat. LEXUS suddenly seemed so very far away, and Percival couldn't find the strength to cross the arena and take him on. He could not believe he was doing this, but he could not take the thought of the monster besting him with FLATULENCE! Gripping his shield with one of his hands, he tries to strike a lucky blow by THROWING it in the general direction of the monster. He had high hopes that noone would mistake him for an American as a result.

:'''[[LEXUS]] has posed:''' LEXUS at this point is wondering why he manifested himself with a sense of smell. The Virus reels in the face of noxiousness, staggered in the face of hideous scents, only augmented with the horrifying shockwave of ape-y death. He does, however, launch his Disc towards another target of opportunity in the form of Rinoa. LEXUS backstabs for optimal timing.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra is pretty on the outside. The state of her inner prettines is clasified top secret. When Julius goes running around with his electrically carged posterior, Cirra sort of gets this...bad feeling and runs off to the otherside of the arena and grabs a packback she had left that, that has some how survived until now. Then, Julius notably noxious assualt on the arena leaves it filled with an obnoxious, oderous miasma, Cirra stands still. As the foul gas cleaers she is wearing an archadian gas mask: Judge Equipment kit number eight: anti-chemical warfare aparatus. Less then pleased by these turn of events, the Judge holds her scythe as she runs back into the fray. She leaps up at Julia, and the pike point attached to her scyth jabs out in a flurry of blows, trying to run down the giant's defenses before she comes down and swings her scythe around to slice at the monster's shins.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' YES! His plan worked! ... Oh crap. Not the way he wanted it to work! Brooklyn tries to scramble off of the beast as it falls down on top of him, but to no avail. He barely manages to roll away as the impact of the ground happens, but the shockwaves throw him for a loop. He rolls across the ground several more times until he comes to a stop on his back. He lays there for a moment, and then he kips up from his back onto his feet, and drops himself into a position to launch himself back at the monster. Once he's in midair again, Brooklyn has put all of his focus into this attack, aiming right for the head this time. Both hands come together, to bring a clubbing blow down upon the monster's face with both fists clenched together. The blow comes down like a meteor crashing to earth, and then is followed up by a front flip, to bring the back of his talons down across the creature's head as a followup blow. As soon as his feet make contact, he pushes back off and flips backwards away from the creature, to put some space between himself and the beast.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' *pttthhhhhfffffffrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt* "/UGH/, WHAT was TH --" Isaac goes from 'on the ground comfortably' to 'trying to get away from the ELECTRO-BUTT unsuccessfully' to 'being farted on' to 'trying to get airborne again and getting bellyflopped' to 'getting airborne again and trailing stink-lines' in the span of like thirty seconds. He's basically butt-juggled by the monster. It is truly inconceivable. Basically, it sucks. Isaac looks suddenly ill. He stumbles left and right and forward and back in mid-air, his curious magical platform tilting dangerously. He struggles to get it straight, wiping his face and trying to get the smell away. He might be /stink-delirious/, or maybe just slightly thrown by the whole event. He's looking much more frazzled, that's for sure. There is a moment where Isaac seems to be flailing wildly. He's really /gesticulating/ wildly. His platform straightens and the haze of gross sort of (kind of, maybe) lessens (a tiny bit). He coughs and pokes his tablet. DAH DAH DAH DUN-DUN DAHDAHDAHDAH! The music changes again. Isaac tries another funny conjuring thing, since he's got to practice those anyway. He manages to make a stick-figure that is vaguely horse-shaped and a stick-figure that is vaguely man-shaped, the latter wielding a stick that is probably a lance. They're only mostly three-dimensional, and the horse-figure rears and leaps, dropping to the ground and charging the monster while the knight- (errant) figure lowers it's lance. Isaac might be singing along up there a little punch-drunkenly. BGM CHANGE: http://youtu.be/onQJZ-gzwsc

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' "Close enough to a rodent! Nyah!" Professor Nimnul sticks out his tongue out. His tongue is also on fire. But he manages to pinch this one out. "None of you came to help me!! I WAS ON FIRE! This is why I hate do-gooders!!!" Violence happens. The only one who actually misses anybody is Tom. Tom makes a solid attempt to trying punch (again) but Julius just punches his fist in a great show of a fist bump. The force is enough that Tom flies to the other side of the arena. Julius snorts once, and then nods, crossing his arms. But it's at this point that the bad starts happening. Faruja holy explodes the hell out of him, Cirra rips around his ankles, Rinoa's terrifying winds blow it back, beating about the monster! Percival clobbers Julius upside the head with a shield. It stumbles about dizzily even as Will's blows suddenly grow in power, smashing him in the legs, and then SHOT! right in the stomach. He bowls over, stumbling back further and then Brooklyn strikes him in the head, he flails on one foot only for Isaac's Don Quixote. "TO DREEEAAAM THE IMPOSSIBLE DREEEAAAM!" Dr. Frankenollie sings from the stadium, fanning arms from side to side in a wonderful tenor. And then he scratches his butt. The lance slams into Pete, it's like a man charging a windmill--but it's just enough to tilt Julius so he falls flat on his back. He is dangerously close to losing his second lifebar. Only a few lifebars left! Julius flips to his feet and with a road swings his electrocharged fist all around his body, knocking back several. And then he leaps into the air once more for a FINAL STRIKE!! Spraying lightning bolts everywhere, he jumps down about, spraying lightning around his body, smashing and pummeling everything he can reach!

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' The lightning bolt onslaught takes Percival fully off guard, as he only can feebly raise an arm to defend against it, he is nearly torn asunder by the assault. ....Nearly. Opening his free hand into a taloned fist, he digs it into the ground. His eyes become white hot with rage, and all thoughts of honorable combat and discipline flee his mind. In fact, all rational thought leaves it entirely, replaced by base instinct. A low snarl escapes his mouth which then becomes a bestial yell. Charging at the creature on all fours, he's barely cognizant of the blade still gripped into his hand. Once he reaches Julius, the sword becomes a bludgeon for his first strike at the creature's groin, before it is discarded entirely. The Gargoyle leaps onto him, grappling, and just begins to pound the creature. Talon, fang, fist, tail, foot. It does not seem to matter to him anymore what tactics are used, so long as the creature dies. He doesn't even try to evade the creature's return blows, he just continues his mindless onslaught. The onlookers can swear they can see flecks of spittle emerging from his mouth.

:'''[[LEXUS]] has posed:''' The colossal beast strikes LEXUS again with collateral damage. The Virus has abandoned any attempt at trying to win the contest the 'right' way. The best way, however, is to be the last one standing. His inhuman eyes turn towards Isaac, weakened from his battles with the mega-ape. "You think you're going to escape, do you? You've left yourself open!" LEXUS hurls his Disc towards Isaac, and it explodes into a crackling mote of void, crashing into the ground below Isaac. The Disc plunges into the ground as if it was water, beginning to spread inky blackness outwards in a widening, rippling puddle, before branching violet light streaks upwards, stabbing hungrily towards Isaac and perhaps others (I'M LOOKING AR YOU, FARUJA) nearby. Here, have some delicious heresy. It tastes like evil!

:'''[[Rinoa Heartilly]] has posed:''' Eek! More vicious attacks! And lightning everywhere! Rinoa cant dodge magic nearly as well as she can dodge physical strikes and so she and Angelo get blasted quite easily, even cutting through her high magical resistance! "Ow!!" She whimpers, staggering back and really wishing she hadn't signed up for this! She was expecting it to be a little less...Deadly.. Still, it must be at least starting to weaken. She darts back, and takes a breather as Angelo rushes at the monster, attacking with claw and teeth again. She adds her own magic, trying to help out Angelo.

:'''[[Tom Magnusson]] has posed:''' Tom didn't connect. Did he expect that? No, not really. There's certainly something to say be said for this creature's awful, awful smell. He grunts, eyes watering as his fist hurtles forward and meets-- Another fist!? "Wh-" is all Tom has left to say as he's suddenly sent flying across the arena! Tom turns into a veritable To-meteor as he slams, hard, into the coliseum walls. There's a soft, quiet /whud/ as Tom falls into the dirt. It's a mercy, however- because by virtue of being all the way across the arena, he completely avoids Julius' awful /lightning bolt/ strike. Julius may or may not live to regret that. Because there's a saying, do not shoot a bear unless you're sure you can kill it. While Tom is not a bear, this saying certainly applies. He rises, plaster sloughing off his shoulders. He grunts, clenching his fists. A pair of gloves has mysteriously reappeared on his hands, as a tiny blue rat skitters back into his pockets. "Alright," Tom frowns. "/Alright./" He takes in a breath. A pulse of raw sunlight pours out from his body, corsucating about his shoulders in a solar wreath. Tom tightens his muscles. He tightens his fists-- And then, he launches forward. Electrical leftovers surge across Tom's flesh, but it doesn't deter him-- He approaches the monster like a rocket. A rocket made of man. A /MAN ROCKET./ His voice erupts into a massive, devastating crescendo. "YOU!" Tom throws his fist forward, hooking upward in an attempt to knock the monster straight into the sky. He pulls his fists back as if he were cocking a gun. "ARE!" Thunder echoes across the arena as Tom presses his fists forward. The might of the Gigas multiplies his own prodigious strength, ripples of distorted reality flickering through the interim space between his knuckles and the monster's flesh. For a moment, the fabric of the world holds, and then it rutpures, and Tom's fists blast through-- And hopefully, blast the monster right into the stratosphere!?

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' ...Did a stick figure knight summoned by a wizard just attack? Faruja is forced to stare a bit at Isaac. And try to not sing along. Really, the man's not too bad in the rat's estimation. "Your singing is excellent, Ser!" The rat compliments. It helps the wizard isn't backstabbing him. Unlike a certain Program! The great monkey leaps! A spinning monstrosity spewing lightning and the power of FIST. Faruja is not dumb enough to stick around, desperately leaping backwards, Dragoon matrix-dodging out of the way of FIST. Lightning, however, scorches the rat heavily and draws the smell of fried rat. Fur everywhere stands on end. Floof! Faruja is not a cat. He lands on his back with a thud, vision swimming. Coughing up blood, he struggles to remain conscious, the Templar's armor cracked and his everything tore up. Reaching out, he picks up his spear, and uses it as a crutch to get up. From the horrible ache in his side, he's certain he has several broken ribs. And then, that horrific disc comes the rat's way. Corrupting violet light pierces throug him, drawing blood and ripping away the armor to his chest. Beneath, blood streams down the horrible wound inflicted by LEXUS' disc. A lesser Burmecian would be dead. Faruja stands, pushed back by the force of the blow. He has to qualify. He /has/ to. With the others' attacks connecting, the rat knows he must risk it all. And besides, a Templar is trained to not retreat, but to advance. Charging, spear glowing with holy energy, the rat is a leaping blur of holy fury as he tries to skewer the monkey one more time!

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Julius launches into a furious display of frantic power. Leaping and smashing, sending thunderbolts across the arena! The display of anger sends cirra sprawling across the arena floor, ending on her side as she convulses from a strike of electricity. THe Judge curls into a fetal position as she struggles with the effects of the electric shock for a moment, and grasps something from her belt, crushing it in her hands to produce a light blue glow that seems to heal her, or at least let the convulsions pass. Standing back up slowly, Cirra grasps the scythe, dragging it up as she stands. Taking it in both hands she points the business end down at Julius nd takes several deep breaths. Taking off at a run, Cirra leaps to the side of one of the half ruined columns and with a heave of effort pulls herself up to the top and runs along the collapsed half of the pillar, jumping up to the top of the complete pillar it rests against. Turning with a sharp twist the Judge leaps up and over, performing what a figure skater would call a triple lux in mid air, the scythe spining around her as she comes down, slicing into Julius' side over and over. Cirra hits the ground and keeps running, leaping upwards and flipping over as she sings the scythe to dig the point into Julius body over and over. Again she lands on the ground and keeps running, straight up the arena wall. Pushing off with powerfull legs, she holds the scythe up so that the long wickedly curved blade wil intercept Julius as she goes.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' It doesn't seem to phase Brooklyn. He's entered some kind of zone, somewhere that he rarely ever gets to. His eyes glow with a type of fierceness that is hardly seen from the gargoyle, as he counter-attacks his opponent by running up his arm and slamming a fist into his face as he runs and leaps past. Once behind his target, he flares his wings to shift direction and swings back around for a second blow, and repeats the process, quickly rushing around the beast's head to deliver a third, hopefully finishing blow. No witty banter from him, no attempts to exchange words. Just pure, unadulterated violence.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Isaac might have let himself open, but Will didn't leave Isaac without some aid. Will turns, keeping his eye on LEXUS ever sense he started attacking other people, and even with fighting the giant monster who doesn't stop SMASHING the ground, he turns back... The fists of Peg Leg Pete miss Will, the force of the explosion sending Will sailing right at Isaac. The Disc flies, and Will turns, his fist ringing out aiming to strike the light disk with his bare hands. The force of Will's fate manipulation and LEXUS darkness clash for but a brief moment before the disc shoots off towards Faruja...he can only protect so many people at once, unfortinately. Will lands, his hand sizzling...it HURTS like hell, and he does his best to hide the fact as he stares down the Program. And proceeds to do a motion /NOT ALLOWED ON DISNEY/. Before he turns right towards Peg Leg Pete, and proceeds to Jab punch it right across it's ugly face.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' SMASH PUMMEL SMASH BAM PUNCH WHACK SMASH KICK PUMMEL FART BOP ZOT POW (etcetera) Isaac blinks up at the sky. He finds himself flat on his back, indented in the dirt. His hair is all standing on end. Little arcs of electricity jump off his glasses. He sits up, coughing. He's pretty sure he just got hit by a truck. He should've tossed up his shield instead of relying on the fact that they're not using things like bullets from a gun. He can take some blunt trauma. And, uh, fart trauma. He hears Faruja, and throws a thumbs-up his way. He gets a lot of vocal practice. He's not bad at the singing thing, but he's better at dramatic speeches and stuff. Suddenly, LEXUS. Isaac turns and sees Will interpose himself, which probably kept him in this. "A hero can always count on his friends, you poor excuse for a batch file!" He probably shouldn't taunt the happy fun LEXUS, but there is just this terrible urge to kick his ass deep down. He quashes it -- FOR NOW. Instead, Isaac retrieves his baseball bat. He taps it against his heels, taking a second to compose himself, and then takes to the air again. The wizard reaches into his coat and pulls an honest to goodness baseball out of his pocket. He rolls it in his hand and lightly tosses it up and down, then throws it into the air, a hazy blue aura surrounding it and the bat on the way. Isaac hits the ball. There's a shockwave. It flattens Isaac's sticky-uppy hair perhaps conveniently, preventing an animation error. It rockets at the giant monster of the night with astounding speed, leaving a blueish trail and screaming like a jet engine. The speakers may have begun broadcasting tinny, 8-bit baseball game sounds.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' At this point matters get a bit brutal. Lexus goes for the kill on Faruja and Isaac, and frankly he probably would have succeeded. The first issue is Will Sherman, being heroic(ish) and diving in the way of the attack, blocking it with his mysterious power. Faruja is not so lucky. Isaac risks his own standing in order to improve his standings. He could've been DQed but he went for it anyway. This may not be heroic, but it's certainly sportsmanly. Isaac hits a ball so hard it slams into the monster's chin, sending it flying up into the air. Tom, seeing an opportunity, comes down hard on the beast. Now that it's so weakened, it's childplay itself--he doesn't actually knock the monster into the air--the trajectory of Julius forces him to do the opposite, send him smashing to the ground. Holding the monster down, the creature thrashes, trying to bash away as many people as it can with its flailing, but Tom keeps it from rising once more. The others strike wtih great force, some getting thwapped and bapped for their troubles. Cirra rips open some of his patches, ANgelo bites at its feet. The two Gargoyles slice at its body--missing the groin but still getting good hits along the legs and face. But perhaps most notable is Faruja. Faruja risks it all for a chance to qualify. He charges into the creature, spear glowing with energy and piercing its chest. With a howl, Julius smashes him into the ground, hard. And it's enough that Faruja doesn't immediately get up. If he doesn't stand in six seconds... Professor Norton counts down. "Six...five...four..." "My monster! Julius!!! Nooooo!! There must still be bugs in his design, yessss?" "Three...two...one..." Julius's eyes roll up into its head and he flops still. He starts snoring. "zzzzzz." But has Faruja managed to stand once more?

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' There's no energy left in the rat to dodge. The blow comes, and smashes him like a rag doll into the ground. The armor upon his back shatters, shards of gold-plated metal jamming into back and his limbs. Blood swiftly begins to pool under the Burmecian, staining the arena floor. Vaguely, numbers filter into his hearing alongside a horrible buzzing. For a moment, his very heart stops. No longer is the rat simply fighting to qualify for a tournament. He's fighting for his very life. To others, it's a handful of seconds that Faruja is knocked down. To him, it's an eternity, mind spinning as the cold grip of the grave touches his soul. Tugging, pulling into the grasp of a certain God he had declared false. It would be so easy to give in, to quit, to sleep... Screams ring in Faruja's ears. The city streets crumble. Falling pirate airships, and that horrible laughter heralding the end of an entire city. In his mind, Manhattan falls. Those whom they couldn't save die again. All due to the weakness of the defenders. His weakness. Faruja's eye opens, and he utters a single word. "...No." Hand reaching forward, he grabs his spear, pressing it's tip into the ground. With a scream of utter agony, bones audibly creaking, the left leg making a telltale snapping sound from the stress Julius and LEXUS put his body through, the rat stands just in time. Bleeding, gasping, and barely conscious the ratling stands tall. He has perservered. A clawed hand, fresh with a shard of armor straight through the palm, is raised. "With Faith, even the WEAK may be strong!"

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' The haze of rage fades from him abruptly, so abruptly that Percival realizes he was about to bash the sleeping creature's brains in. Standing up, and noting the blood upon his talons, he doesn't seem to care that he qualified. In fact, quite the opposite, he looks ashamed, and dazed. He scans the arena for his discarded sword and shield, and walks over to each, recovering them in turn. He sheathes the sword within its scabbard, and places the shield upon his back, gazing upon each in turn. Nary a moment later, he begns to leave the arena by walking away, all thoughts of introductions to the other Gargoyle forgotten.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' Although his blow struck true, Brooklyn gets knocked for a loop by the uppercut for his trouble, and winds up landing hard on the ground. But at least the fight is over. The gargoyle picks himself up and brushes his shoulders off, as he peers up at the scoreboard, and tilts his head slightly. Fourth place? That's a lot better than he expected to do. He seems pretty happy about that, especially since it seems to be enough to get himself to qualify for the Hades Cup.

:'''[[LEXUS]] has posed:''' LEXUS doesn't dignify Will's gesture with a response. He turns away, chuckling as Isaac calls him out. "Is that so, wizard?" LEXUS states. "Then you are certainly no hero, you pitiful excuse for an ape. Keep letting others take the slings and arrows meant for you, and you'll find yourself alive... and all of your 'friends' quite dead. Efficient, really. I applaud your dedication to self-preservation." The Dark Virus, however, approaches Faruja, walking slowly. Methodically. He held back all battle, he has little to worry about from these tired and beaten heroics. "And you." He chuckles, looking down at @emit LEXUS doesn't dignify Will's gesture with a response. He turns away, chuckling as Isaac calls him out. "Is that so, wizard?" LEXUS states. "Then you are certainly no hero, you pitiful excuse for an ape. Keep letting others take the slings and arrows meant for you, and you'll find yourself alive... and all of your 'friends' quite dead. Efficient, really." The Dark Virus, however, approaches Faruja, walking slowly. Methodically. He held back all battle, he has little to worry about from these tired and beaten heroics. "And you." He chuckles, looking at the weakened Burmecian. "You think faith sustains you? Your country burns, your people are being slaughtered, and your world is crumbling around you. You believe in a God who does not spare your people, nor do they give you the capability to save them from their foes. You shriek hymns and kill for a God that you believe delights in the destruction of others. You scrabble like a rat on a sinking ship, praying to those deaf ears and bloody hands, beliving that salvation is at hand." There is a flare of light in those eyes, a violet hissing growing around him. "Your power does not come from any god. You're dragging it, kicking and screaming, from your own mind and soul. That delightful, twisted, hateful soul. You are brittle, Burmecian. You are nothing but a facade. A sham..." LEXUS reaches uJust like me." There is a cracking noise, and LEXUS pulls open his face. It swings open, cracking like fine china, to reveal a roiling endless abyss of blackness shot through with choatic spirals of bright violet... That then explodes outwards with a shrieking noise, roaring towards Faruja with all-consuming hunger.

:'''[[Pumpkinhead]] has posed:''' "Juulliuuuussss!" Dr. Frankenollie runs up to Julius and leaps onto his back, pressing a button--that causes giant springs to burst out of his feet, sending the two jumping to their next misadventure. "Thank you for the wonderful testing!" He doesn't seem to be the mad scientist that holds grudges. "If you're ever sick of your brains, give me a call, ho ho ook ook!" Professor Norton says, "Ha! Your creation wasn't so tough! Anyway, with that miraculous recoevry, we have our winners! Isaac Hanlon gold, Percival silver, Tom Magnusson bronze, and Brooklyn and Faruja for qualifying ribbons--my poor sandbag, boo hoo hoo!!" He pauses as Lexus does his thing. "...Well, asusming he isn't about to be dead! Criminey!!"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' The words from LEXUS shear at the Burmecian's soul. They attack every insecurity, every hatred, and every dark corner of the rat's very being. Violet, inky blackness surrounds and floods over the ratling, utterly engulfing him. There's no way to move. He falls, long and hard. No response. Nothing from the Burmecian. Has LEXUS slain the Burmecian? A long moment passes. A soul burns. The Light within Faruja flares, made all the more dangerous by how close death lurks. All of those feelings manifest: hatred, anger, LEXUS' dark power calling to it's opposite...and it's kin amongst the Light. The Light turns against the Darkness, pushing back with every ounce of Faith, zealotry, and believe in a broken, shattered body and soul held together only by that very element. That burning, shining pyre of the Templar's soul hungers as well, defying against all of LEXUS' logic. When both Light and Darkness fade, the rat is on the ground. Body smoking from the interplay of Holy and Unholy, wounds cautered, yet made all the more tenuous for it, the rat's eye is barely open. Slowly, the Burmecian smirks at LEXUS. It's predatory, that of an animal trapped, starving. "...I believe in a God that gives strength to those whom need it. Justice...is in /OUR/ hands! I may be brittle. I may be hateful, a sinner, mayhap...even damned. But I am not YOU. /YOU/...are naught but a shadow, seeking to slay with its chill. However wretched I may be...at least...my soul has its warmth. I pity you, empty, frozen-souled daemon." That eye closes. His heart beats. Faith truly sustains this one. And beneath even that, his dreams. Golden spires fill his mind as Faruja rests, broken and bloody upon the arena floor.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will slowly turns towards Lexus, narrowing his eyes as he assaults Faruja. Will stops lamenting for a moment, he'll have another chance, but moments to spite LEXUS are few and far between. He turns, his hands tearing at the strings of fate surrounding LEXUS... "I am getting sick of you. Leave my friend alone you sick pathetic thing." Then he tears them out, aiming to litterally strike at LEXUS existance. "You've mocked my friends, attacked my friends, DESTROYED MY HOME! And you know what? If you don't leave now, I am going to do /worse/ to you." Will's rage bar is filling up, as he starts approaching Lexus.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' The fight may be over, but another fight is just begining. Brooklyn spots Will going after LEXUS, and while he may not get along with Will after the stunt Loki pulled, LEXUS is one of the main reasons Will even wound up with that Loki issue. The gargoyle sweeps his wing over himself and moves around, positioning himself behind LEXUS, until he finds the right position to strike. Then like a creature made of shadows, he decends upon LEXUS, "First chance I've had to get my claws on you. You think you can just unleash the Heartless on my home and get away clean!" The gargoyles eyes flare white as he unleashes a flurry of blows, hands like lightning as he rains the blows down upon the program, "I may not have been able to save Manhattan, but you can bet I will avenge it. Starting with you!"

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac lands, and then thrusts his fist into the air at the victory. That's about all he's got. "Yeah, sure, whatever, Animal," Isaac replies tiredly. "You got nothin'." He trudges away while his friends and acquaintances handle this. He'd like to do something for Faruja, but he quite literally has nothing he can do... except call for the paramedics when he gets to the door, anyway.

:'''[[Percival]] has posed:''' Percival's departure from the arena is cut short by Lexus' cowardly attack upon Faruja. Despite his shame and the melancholic mood, he certainly couldn't allow that to stand. Snarling, he charges at Lexus, his sword drawn and his shield borne reflexively. Slamming the aegis into the dark virus, he follows it up with a strike from the pommel and a near blind flourish which would only strike if he were truly fortunate. "You will leave now, creature! Run like the coward you are! Or stay, and face justice, it matters naught!"

:'''[[LEXUS]] has posed:''' The torrent of Darkness ends, and LEXUS's visage seals. "You love your God so much... You will be sent to meet him soon enough." He does not turn as Will strikes at the Fate around him. The Disc, however, swings around and interposes itself, taking the strike with an explosion of sparks. "With what power, child? You're afraid of what's inside you. Without it, you can't beat me. With it, it will destroy you. Only the /mercy/ of one of our number allows you to stand here today and spit your /impotent/ ranting. Go home and hide, cry in fear and loss at what you could have been." He spins, raising one arm to take the initial blow from Brooklyn, the assault raining down upon him. He stands, his clothing shredding into sparks of light, wounds opening across his form as parts of him begin to break away in fountains of blocky sprites, derezzing. "You expect to avenge Manhattan? Your Clan is weak. The remnants who seek to remain relevant in a world that's passed them by. You think your rage is going to save you in the face of a man who is going to supplant you and call himself your master? Hah!" He staggers back. "But without cost... No. Never without cost. Everything demands its price. You just can't comprehend what that cost is. You're a small, feral thing, barely better than the Daemons I command." Percival strikes at LEXUS, opening another wound in his shoulder. "Coward...?" He says, looking over his shoulder. "I bring a siege upon your world, and you call me a coward? I stand upon the fallen millions of Manhattan, and you call /me/ a coward?" There is an explosion of motion, and LEXUS reaches out, Percival suddenly being pulled towards him as LEXUS seethes with energy. "You pathetic, insolent, puling /thug/. One such as you has no right to cast aspersions upon the valor of another." He releases Percival, letting him drop away as he steps back, his hand rising to pull his Disc out of the air. "IF you fools seek justice... you will have it. In time. And we will see if you have learned the lessons of the destruction of Manhattan. You lucky, stupid few." A Corridor of Darkness opens, and LEXUS walks away, his laugh echoing through the air as he vanishes away.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will's eyes widen at LEXUS' words... There is a moment, a twinge as something stirs...but it is gone, will biting his tongue and forcing his anger down. He comes swinging, he doesn't say anything besides a gutteral howl, but it is too little too late, LEXUS is gone...and Will isn't dumb enough to jump into the portal after him. He breathes...raggedly, and turns away, visibly shaken and upset.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' When LEXUS manages to get away, Brooklyn slams one fist into his other hand, "I'll get him soon enough." He growls, as he turns to look to the scoreboard, double checking that he's in. With that, he turns and heads for the exit, looking for a nice place to roost. He's beat up and needs some time to recover.

Hades Cup: Qualifying Event - THE RACE

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|Date of Scene=2013/01/23
|Location=Traverse Town-Coliseum
|Synopsis=The first qualifying event of the Hades Cup Tournament, in which the Junior Heros race each other to get qualified in the Hades Cup Tournament!
|Thanks=Tifa for the DeathRace Code!
|Cast of Characters=Reize Seatlan, Faruja Senra, Mercade Alexander, Tifa Lockhart, Quistis Trepe, Avira, Deelel, Maira, Lenn, Aerith, Hades, Emi Dennou
|Tinyplot=Manhattan Restoration
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Welcome to... THE GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMES! Cameras wielded by spectral camera men hover around the Arena, waiting and ready to get all the very important details of the foot race. The Arena has been modified, a large track built around the main arena area, long enough to accommodate every number of would be hero. Various people already line up, ready for their shot at qualifying...but in this event, a lot of big names are showing up. In fact, it's a wonder how this arena somehow got /larger/ for this event... Somewhere Hercules, flexes. "Laaaaaaadies and gentlemen!" a figure says, appearing in a puff of brimstone in the center of the Arena! "Welcome to the first qualifying event of the HADES CUP, the foot race! Now I know you have a lot of questions about the rules." Hades smiles, letting people get the joke and laugh, "Ha ha I kill me! Anyway, Everyone get up to the line, and get ready to RUN!" He pauses, "Oh, as a note, it's not against the rules...if you were to, I don't know, HINDER your opponents. After all, you'll be fighting with WEAPONS in the arena, so if you can't handle the heat.." Hades points to the exit.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira is HERE. Of course Avira is here, given the stakes of this whole Hades Cup. In spite of that, she nonetheless seems pretty excited by this whole thing. There were cameras. That meant good press! Assuming she did well. For the purpose of this race, Avira's actually gone through the motions of removing as much excess equipment as possible. Her breastplate and hip "armors" have been removed. Her buckler shield (so rarely used!) and her Spine are still on her person. As she taps her toes to the ground, she looks around. "This place looks bigger." she comments, confused. Every now and then she pauses to give Hades suspicious look.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja finds himself unusually nervous. He was never one for the limelight. Attention was never what he wanted. And yet, here he is, one of the stars of a footrace that may just lead to him or his friends obtaining the world shard of Manhattan. Notably, as he awaits the event to start in the mysteriously larger arena, he's bowed and praying. Faram grant him speed. One ear perks. While he's forgone his armor in favor of being able to run unrestricted, wearing a tank top and black running pants, the Burmecian /has/ kept his spear given the rules. Nor is he necessarily against using it if it kept the Shard outside of the hands of certain persons. Finally, he turns, looking away from the not-God Hades to his fellow competitors. Mmm. "Mayhap the weapon was unnecessary." He muses, knowing quite a few of those participating! "May the Lord grant victory to he...or she whom deserves it most." The other competitors get a bow from the Templar.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart has been in the coliseum before, but not as a participant... although she did fight in it, different reason back then anyway. She hmms as she looks around. The place has changed for the race, indeed. She notices the other participants. Well, qualification event, might as well give it a shot anyway. She's pretty fast, she might do well. She moves over to the starting line along with the others. She doesn't have weapons, only her fists. Might not have any advantage on the reach, but can still do well if smart.

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' Mini Game time! What type of adventurer would not be likely to join in the mini-games?! That is almost like abandonin SIDE QUESTS! That is something that Reize would not do at all! Abandoning side quests and minigames is breaking the Knight's Vow #72. Nevertheless, Reize is getting lined up to qualify in the race. It is the foot race! So, Reize is moving over towards to race line, "Alright! It's been a while since I've done a foot race!" He stretches both arms into the air, humming. "Ooooiii, Faruja, Tifa!" The boy brightens, "Let's have a great race!"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' THE GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMES The Dennous have largely piled themselves into the stands. All, in fact, except for four. Because they think and indeed are pretty sure that having multiple yous in a race is basically tantamount to cheating. Frankly, just being present to watch could be considered 'cheating'. Ami Dennou is wearing a pink top and black running shorts, sneakers. She is stretching out on the field. She's the fastest pure runner out of the Dennous--Umi might be more energetic and a better brawler, but Ami has the highest base speed. They are pretty excited about this race, in fact, because they've never been in a proper race before. And they might get a cup! And perhaps most importantly, maybe they'll be able to get that shard for the TDA...and help save their home, just like they helped save the Dennous. "Competition...is to be expected..?" She glances over to Faruja, waving over to him shyly, before turning her gaze to Avira, who gets a small smile as well. The other Legions--indeed all of them--are in the stands. They have settled near Maira and, in fact, basically surround her. "Hello friend, The Network ensures there is no escape." Emi says, smiling at her.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is ready for ther ace, she knows games, while weapons are premitted thes are not intended to be leathal and the basic is going to have a field day with that little fact. She grins over at Faruja and says "Let's see how much game you got today Faruja hummm?" She seems to be focued and ready as she prepares for a crazy battle race.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' In the midst of her wild cheering (mostly for Avira, but also for Faruja, Mercade, Tifa, Emi, Etc.) she is surrounded by the other Legion-types. Well, alright! "Hello! Here I have extra pompoms! You wave them around and jump a lot and say encouraging things! The jumping a lot is especially important I'm told." ...Probably by Ivo.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith sighed as she entered the arena, wondering how she'd gotten here in the first place. No, wait... she was more than understanding of how. What she didn't understand was why. Why had she come here? Boredom? Curiosity? Maybe there was some sort or prize a the end? Whatever the reason, she was here, and she had her best smile on.

:'''[[Quistis Trepe]] has posed:''' Quistis Trepe has never been here before, but she's heard stories. She has on an athletic uniform of tight, form fitting shorts and a slightly looser shirt, and is foregoing, for now, the glasses. She DOES have her whip at her side, because it's dangerous to come unprepared. She reaches up to adjust her glasses, saying as her hand raises (and largely to herself), "We'll see what's behind these so called 'games'..." Then her hand kind of hovers, and then she realizes, perhaps, that she has no glasses on, and simply frowns.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' THE GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMES?!?! Mercade is here! If competing for the Manhattan World Shard is what he's got to do, he's going to do it. Mercade is hanging out with Avira, and grinning as he gives her a highfive. "We're going to make this happen, Avira. This is going to be awesome." He does some leg stretches, but he's pretty limber in general, so he should be in good shape. The Detective looks over the 'competition' and smiles. The field is looking pretty solid today. He's got a good feeling. "All right everyone! Let's make this a good race!" He lines up at the line at his spot. He smiles pleasantly at Hades, wondering how many of the people here are actually going to try to compete in that way. SUPER FRIENDSHIP POWER might just defeat Hades' quest for ratings!

:'''[[Lenn]] has posed:''' Lenn is in the stands, having made a little banner with the Shard Seekers' logo on it. She smiles. "Go, Reize!"

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Right, so it's a race. And a race that involved beating people up. Well, whatever. She figured the first thing she'd do was interrupt whoever was closest, and sadly that was Mercade. She gave him a quick, apologetic glance before poking him in the side of his head with her staff in an attempt to disorient him just for a bit. Pokie.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja glances to the crowd, spying a certain Fire Magess in the audience surrounded by several Ladies Dennou. Faram bless that woman, she's cheering...well, for practically everyone. And it makes him want to hug her for it all the more. Really, given the lineup, the odds are almost utterly stacked in favor of 'the Templar knows these folks'. He finds himself cheering his competition inwardly, before he snaps out of it. "Mmm, how confident Lady Deel! I shall be most interested to see how you perform. Let us not lose, hmm?" Faruja responds to Deel, competitive adrenaline starting to pump through him. The little wave from Ami is returned with a similar, if awkward one. He's not good at human greetings! "Indeed, M'Lady Ami! However, as Ser Alexander states, let us race honorably! There is no victory without honor!" And, the race is on! Faruja finds himself considering abusing his Dragoon training, but tosses away the thought neatly. It's a footrace, not a long jump! Even without it, now devoid of his armor, Faruja is /very/ fast like many of his kind, powerful legs propelling him forward as his ponytail whips behind him.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' As soon as the signal is given, Mercade sets off in a bolting run. He COULD work to sabotage the others, but he doesn't seem to be going for his gun or anything yet. He's keeping it clean for now! BUT WHO KNOWS WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN AT ANY TIME? Like just now, when Aerith forces him to stumble with a prod of her staff! "Hey!" Mercade says, and tries to get some distance from her. HE doesn't respond immediately...

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' Looking up, Reize tilts his head over to see his fiancee cheering him on. He can see the Shard Seeker banner, the flush on his face forming. "Eh heh heh heh... Ooiiiii! Lenn!" The boy waves a hand towards her. Soon, his attention faces Faruja and the others. "Faruja, here we go!" The boy begins running, laughing a bit while moving onward. He can't help but to glance over the others nearby. With the other Legion at the stands, well, he can't help but notice Ami for a moment. Nevertheless, he decides to continue his run. And Reize is definitely going to beat Faruja! 

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira thinks she's going to start out running because, being tiny, she's actually pretty quick. Max would know this well thanks to the chocobo stampede incident. It looks like she's off to a good start! Until a seemingly random PILLAR OF FIRE shoots up underneath her, as if she was randomly being smote by God. A surprised shriek escapes Avira and she stumbles foward, blackened and burned. She falls down onto her stomach and stares blearily as just about everyone pulls ahead. As she picks herself up, she gives Hades a nasty look before springing back up to her feet and attempting to make up for lost ground.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart figured it was a race as well, so she decided to go for a run to start with. Which apparently went unnoticed, like all of those around her from the looks of it, as her trot brings her to the same level as many others. She blinks a bit as Aerith goes for the offense right off. That doesn't seem like her... but on the other hand, its going to happen even if she doesn't. Might as well be ready for it.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi and the others are provided with pom poms. They look at the pom poms, confused with what to do with them, but then Maira explains the situation to her and what the purpose of the pom poms are. Umi seems the most pleased about this, Omi the least. "Yes!!! Lets do it Maira!! The Network will pom pom with all their might! A!" She and Imi chant togehter, wagging their Pompoms in the air. "M!" more pom pom waving. "I!" Ami covers her hands with her face, horrified. She's so embarrassed!! She runs with her hands over her face. Who knows what might happen?! "GO AMI!" Umi shouts. "This seems fun." Emi says thoughtfully. "Thank you, Maira. I'll cheer for Avira with you."

:'''[[Quistis Trepe]] has posed:''' Quistis leans forwards, on her mark, set - and going! She just keeps running forwards rather than attempting anything fancy as of yet. She does glance to the side of the broad front forming up, however. Tifa (who stands out), some small girl, a mouse-man, somebody, somebody else - She reaches up to adjust her glasses, but once more they aren't there. 'Well,' she thinks to herself, 'at least I'll soon leave behind that heavy-set wo-' Tifa continues to stay abreast of Quistis's flat-out distance run. Grimacing, she restrains the urge to grab for the whip. Her hand just /rests/ on the handle, holding it for a moment before she suddenly glances behind herself. "What the He- Oh, right..."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira gasps and drops a pompom when Avira is smote by a random pillar of fire. Oh no! She should have given her a potion for that! But how was she to know? But, being a trooper, Avira gets right up and keeps running. "YES!! YOU CAN DO IT AVIRA! WOOOOHOOO!" Resume bouncing.

:'''[[Lenn]] has posed:''' Lenn calls out to the runner she's cheering for. Time for a bit of inspiration. "REIZE! If you win, I'll give you a big kiss!" She blows a kiss to the young adventuerer.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is not attsacked for now that's fine with her, she's got a plan, sure she's planning to fight but not just yet he's got an idea in mind. For now she's going to try and put some distance between her and the otehrs. She's runing fairly fast almost mechanically so, she seems to be very precise in her movesments. Her disk is out as she prepares however to strike, soon.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Hades comes up to the starting line. Instead of a gun, he points his finger into the air. "On your mark..." he says, "GET SET!" BAM! Pillar of flame appears...under Avira. "Whoops," he says slightly apologetic...mostly because he isn't SECRETELY wanting Avira to win or anything. Hades, suddenly back in the announcer booth takes the microphone from the other announcers, "And there off! And a DREADFULLY boring start to this race. Look at all these sissies just running forw-WHOA look at that! That little girl in the pink dress.." Repeats of Aerith braining the crap out of Mercade, before running off head after the rest of the group! "Now THAT is what I want to see!" Hades turns, seeing a device used to measure ratings. "YES! Keep that up little lady.." Hades cackles a bit, turning around and watching the race, "Ooo...and poor Avira, that random fire pillar was real tragic start to the race! Lets hope no other TERRIBLE accidents happen!" Suddenly the Camera turns to the jumping Maira. "Just a reminder for those of you at home, today's race is brought to by Skywalker Trampolines. Official trampoline company of the Man Show. Season three starting on TNT this summer!" "Now back to the race!"

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart doesn't really want to be attacking people either, but it is going to happen eventually. But how to attack while running? Well there is a way of course, using those limbs in the right way. A quick sweepkick toward her closest follower... which happens to be the blonde professor. She's a little sorry about it, but she does have a competitive streak at times. If you're not going to try your best, why compete in the first place?

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade continues to run on, trying to keep himself on a defensive stance while running along. He's falling behind, but the Prisoner's Dilemma is in full effect here. How is he going to manage to get ahead if he doesn't do something to make sure he gets ahead? Mercade sighs to himself, considering his options...

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' With Mercade sufficiently distracted by watching out for any future attacks, Aerith continues to move forward, taking a quick glance at the other competitors. Apparently they are moving at a good clip, and she does her best to keep up. This is actually pretty fun... but it could turn nasty for anyone at any time. She had to be careful as for how and who she struck at...

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja chuckles, his tail flicking in a 'bring it' motion playfully, a wink added to the young adventurer. "Race well, Ser Seatlan! Take care to not dissappoint Lady Lenn, hmm? You have a prize on the line, it seems." Grin! That'll motivate the young man! Fire! Freaking fire! That isn't on him for once. Faruja is only mildly ok with this, because otherwise it's on Avira. "Damn! Be careful Lady Avira!" He starts to mutter a cure spell, then stops himself. Competition, rat! Faruja does his level best to continue ignoring the announcer. Which is a darn good thing, as... SUDDENLY FIREBALL OUT OF NOWHERE. Faruja leaps into the air reflexively, coughing and cursing as he rips away the now burning bandages on his already-burnt arm. Thankfully, he manages to get rid of the bandages and not become a crispy-critter, all the while leaping forward. Moreso than he already is a crispy critter. What goes up, must come down, and of course the rat didn't exactly have time to spot his landing...

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Ami runs with her hands over her eyes. Contrary to popular opinion, this is not the best way to run a race. She ends up running right through Reize Seatlan. "AMI! UNCOVER YOUR EYES!" Omi shouts down at her. "Ugh!" Imi just cringes. Poor Reize. Ami is a rather fast runner but as she inds herself running OVER someone, she lowers her hands and sees she trampled Reize. "Oh nooo..." She says. "I'm sorry Reize, The Network admits bashfully." "You can do it, Avira." Emi speaks quietly, wagging pompoms and jumping with a deadpan expression on herself. They haven't cheered for Mercade yet, but don't worry he's on the docket. Will Avira show Mercade how to be a MAN!? Will Avira show Mercade how to be as swift as the coarsing river?!?! Imi huffs up her shoulders IN TOTAL EMBARRASSMENT, as she runs forward.

:'''[[Quistis Trepe]] has posed:''' Quistis keeps on running forwards, taking her mind off the problem. So she's tough, Quistis thinks. That doesn't - She hits Tifa's shin and goes stumbling forwards with a look of classical surprise on her face for a moment, even as she hits on one elbow, rolling forwards. For a normal person that might have taken them out of the race. But not a member of SeeD!! Rolling once, she bounces back up to her feet, losing a few steps on the stumble but regaining her pace rapidly, letting out a huff as she reaches up to touch her face - A scratch on her cheek? There's a sudden resounding crack of a whip. The target: the back of Tifa's legs.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira manages to get up and running, bolstered a little by the cheering she hears from Maira in the stands. It's pretty clear that she has a lot of ground to make up for, no thanks to Hades interferring with her right out of the gate. It's some solace to see that his interference has been spread out to others now! Though Avira can't help herself. She snickers a little as she sees Reize splattered to the ground by Ami. Fortunately for Avira, she's not in front, so hopefully she wouldn't incur any aggro. Giving some, on the other hand...

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "Eee! Faruja! You can do it! It's just a little fire! I'll heal you after! Run run run!" she cries, cupping her hands around her mouth to project her voice a little farther. Oh hey, she's on TV suddenly! Maira grins and waves enthusiastically. And yes, she is still bouncing. A lot of people are resorting to hitting others to make them slow down. That just...doesn't seem right! Maira purses her lips, and somehow manages to wave her pompoms thoughtfully

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' Worst. Day. Ever. Reize looks over towards Faruja with a grin. There is that friendly rivalry in such a race that he will try to stay ahead of his friend. "You too, Faruja! I won't disappoint her at al----FARUJA?!" The boy stares with worry. He continues to run until... Whomp. Ami trips over him and brings him face first onto the ground. "...Ooof..." Ow. Ow. Ow. "...It's... it's alright." He grimaces, and then he starts peeling himself up to is feet. "Guh..."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is running pretty fast now she's got a bit of a lead, she's not looking to win persay, no she's looking to make it to the main event. She's got her eyes on the shard as for Quistis she's not sure who they are but hey in the spirits of the games, there's to be a little havoc right? So she launches her disk at the Seed operative, thankfully it's not powered, even if it misses it will return to Deelel shortly after.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' "Oh MAN! Look at the HUMANITY out there ladies and gentlemen!" Hades says, getting excited! "And the race gets a WHOLE lot more deadly!" "A little girl crashes into a kid with a unruly strand of hair! Look at her go! She's going to be a star someday! The owner of a bar and a school teacher get into fisticuffs!" Hades looks at the Camera, "I know what your thinking ladies and gentlemen, but PLEASE, this is KID FRIENDLY." "And as you all know, violence is KID FRIENDLY!" Especially if done by heroes. Heh heh... "Oh would you look at that! The god fearing rat is suddenly assailed by a fireball! I guess.." Hades puts on a pair of sunglasses. "He can only blame himself or god!" Cue Laugh track! Hades hides his smoking hand, grinning at the camera, "And remember folks.." The Camera pans on the Burning Faruja, "This race is brought to you by Icy Hot, now garunteed to remove the worst status effects! Icy to dull the status effect, hot to relax it away! Warning, not suitable for use in battle." "Now BACK to the action!"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Those long ears aren't just for show! He actually gives Maira a little salute mid-uncontrollable fall. It's rather embarrassing really. "'Twould be most appreciated, M'Lady Maira! And a few drinks as well, if you please!" Faruja can also yell when he has the mind to. "...Oh Lord in heaven, M'Lady Ami, LOOK OUT!" The Burmecian is poised to land right on top of the poor woman. "Oh, Lord in heaven, what am I, some sort of advertisement now?" He mutters as he hears the Icy Hot advertisement. Lord help him, he could use it right now. Remembering his own words, the rat stops, helping up Ami should he have managed to knock her down in his leap. He's a /GENTLERAT/, blast it! She even gets a peck on the hand should she not pull away! "My deepest apologies, M'Lady! 'Twas entirely unintentional. Are you quite alright?" Then, when she's up, he's off and running again!

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' With that many people, the attacks will be going many directions. And this is one case. Anticipating a counter attack... although she didn't think it would be from a whip, she took a defensive stance. She catches the whip before it lashes at her, her gloved hands allowing her to do so without too much pain. That was before a pillar of fire just pops up underneath her and surprises her, the gust of fire and hot air sending her reeling back, slowing down her progress majorly. Well that certainly wasn't nice! She picks herself back up to get back into the race.

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' "I won't give up yet!" Reize is gathering his determination. That determination. People are counting on him. The prize is a world shard. They have so much on the line here... The group is called the Shard Seekers. They have to reach this Shard! But there is also... Reize turns to see his fiancee cheering him on. ...Lower. Just a tad lower. The eyes are locked lower towards Lenn. Cheeks are burning with crimson. Poofing over his shoulder is a chibified Ivo with devil horns. "Excelllent. You're slowly becoming a man. Look at that. That is the sign of becoming a man, fight! Fight! Don't let us down, chief." Poofing on the other shoulder is a chibified Priel with devil horns, "Don't let us down, boy blunder~!" After both bad influences poof, Reize makes a mad sprint! 

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Ami is landed on. THOOMP. She lies on the ground and blushes deeply. She twiddles her fingers together and stammers awkwardly at Faruja pointlessly and seems to forget about the race entirely for a few desperate moments. "Um..." She says. "It's...it's okay. Are you okay? I hope... I hope your landing was comfortable." She'll take his hand and stands up, looking away from him. "Um... I wanted to ask you... ask you something, um..." She looks up again and sees Faruja has already started running on ahead ages ago. <X3 Biting at her lip, Ami continues her run. "Oh dear." Emi says.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' As she runs, Avira reaches behind her and pulls her buckler shield off her back. In a move that would probably be all too familiar to the various programs of the world, Avira flings her shield ahead of her like a discus, aimed at Aerith's back. Unfortunately, this doesn't really seem to work and her shield pings away off at a ninety degree angle. Going to retrieve it would cost her even more time, and she'd already fallen behind due to slowing down to throw. Snorting angrily, Avira presses on, aiming to cover some more of her lost ground.

:'''[[Quistis Trepe]] has posed:''' "What the hell!" Quistis says in disbelief as her whip is CAUGHT. Her eyebrows twitch. "What ARE you, woman!?" And then she's erupted beneath by a pillar of fire. Quistis whistles innocently, cracking her whip back up and coiling it loosely around her arm as she picks up her pace, moving back ahead. Perhaps while Tifa is on fire she can regain ground!?

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade rushes ahead as he focuses on getting caught back up with the others. This is actually proving successful, as he makes his way forward. He smiles. "All right, I'mm back in the game! Come on Avira! We need to win this! Get up and keep running, Ami! You can do it! Don't let how awesome Faruja is keep you distracted!"

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith of course doesn't bother with the shield, she just keeps on moving toward the eventual goal. If she gets there unscathed, good. If she gets there first, all the better. She does however spare Tifa a glance, just as she gets burned. Her eyes widen for a moment as a jolt of concern lances through her, but focuses her concentration back on the task at hand. There were always potions to give out later!

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel catches the disk as it returns to her and she laughs a bit. "Come now this is a bit of fun for everyone isn't it? It's just a game." It's not GAMES as in SARK barking at you to kill the people your playing against. So really he's just having a blast no matter what hapepsna nd now she speeds away again trying to put on a bit more speed.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' "Oooo! Avira attempts to smack the flower girl, but she's waiting for it! Look at that staff block!" he assides, "Get her information, I think she'll go places!" Panic salutes, as he moves off to do some digging! "The humanity! Where do these pillars keep coming from?! When will they stop breaking up cat fights?! Me-ow!" he pistols the camera. "But seriously ladies and gentlem-OH wowza! A disk flying out from the leader right at the school teacher! Bet she didn't see /that/ coming! This is getting brutal!" And then a child is smashed by a rat, "Oh man!" The crowd boos at Faruja, "Hear that crowd! Apparently that girl is a fan favorite! But the rat mercilessly lands on her! The /HUMANITY/! The Horror! THE /RATINGS!" the machine behind Hades BINGS again, as more and more ratings pour in! "And for those of you at home who might need a little help, this year use Western Union, with branches in every world now..." a picture of Dr. Drakken, behind bars, "Money, for birthdays, Christmas...or when you hosted your evil plan on live television and just got busted by Jerkules! That's right, Western Union, where you need it!" "But seriously, Lades and Germs, the race continues!"

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' Reize has hit the after burner. With the speed he is running, he should have no problem getting to the finish line. Final Kingdom attempts a 1d20 and gets 1 on Reize's behalf. Suddenly, fly by squirrel. ...Wait. Flying squirrel? It is suddenly latching onto the boy's face. Tightly. "Mmmmphhhh!!Ghhhhhhnnnuhhhhhhhhhh!!!" The boy is running around in the midst of the race, flailing his hands in the air. He whimpers, trying to get free from the creature. And suddenly, a fireball strikes him down, setting himn FIRE! "MMMMFFFPPHHHHH!!!!!" Unfortunately, Mercade will see the boy with a furry rodent on his face. "Mmmmmmmppphhhh!!!!" And will likely land on Mercade. Peeling the creature off of his face, Reize gives off a river of comical tear before tossing the flying squirrel off of him. Oh hey, Mercade. "Oiii! Mercade! What are you doing down there?" 

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart wasn't going to let Deel get too far ahead. Nothing against the girl either, but its each their own in a race like this. Being quite a few staps behind, she reaches into her apron's pockets and pulls out something she had kept side, a coaster from the Seventh Heaven. She tosses it at Deel's feet, aiming to disrupt her runnibg by having the slippery thing move under her foot as she stomps down. That should unbalance her off a bit if it works at least.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Truly, this is all getting dangerous. Less due to his opponents, and more due to the battlefield itself, Faruja takes out his spear to keep it nice and handy. His pace slows just a bit, being more watchful of dangers. One ear perks. "Quite fine, M'Lady Ami! As far as landings go in a pinch, you catch an errant Dragoon quite well! Soft indeed! As Ser Mercade says, do not...wha...what?" His encouragements to poor, flustered Ami are lost. The rat's not used to being called 'awesome'. The crowd boo's him. Grr! The rat picks up the pace, starting to give little mini-leaps. Must. Not. Holy Explode. Hades. The not-Death-God's commentary only makes the ratling that much reckless in his racing. Sigh. "Ser Seatlan, please give tiny furry animals rides /after/ the race!" Such a silly adventurer, that one. It's part of why Faruja loves the Shard Seeker's Glorious Leader.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has got Tifa's attention it see but the basics takes it in struide though oh hey a coaster she slips and lands hard. She's suprisingly fast to get back up though as she attemps to blize ahead she's worried about qualifying and that's about it she's tempted but no she'll wait for the right time to strike at Tifa. She may even check out one of her bars later for utterly unrelated things.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Does not want to see so many of her friends beating up on each other. "Hey! Stop hitting each other and just RUN! Come ooooon!" she cheers, pompoms waving and swishing. And anyone who boos Faruja gets a LOOK.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade suddenly picks up a fallen shield as he passes by, and he he offers Reize a piece of advice as he hurls it at Reize like a frisbee. "HEADS UP, REIZE!" But suddenly there Reize gets squirreled. No one expects the black swan. Or perhaps in this case, the black squirrel. "BLARGH!" Mercade yells, as he gets countered by squirrel, the shieldfrisbee going flying wildly. "SQUIRREL! ARGH!"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Don't let yourself get distracted by how awesome Faruja is, Mercade has informed her. Ami calms her heart and inquires of the Network on her next move. She just tried to run ahead normally and got landed on, perhaps she should be more careful. Ami is a teenager, she only feels worse when the crowd starts booing at him. Then again it's probably HAdes just manipulating events so that there's a story behind it. Hopefully Faruja won't be too bothered. "Assault is not part of the games? But the King of the Underworld said it was a reasonable component." Plus people keep falling over each other. "...Ami can race, however. She can get a bit competetive..." Emi frowns. "And protective..." And as if on cue, Ami simply gestures with a hand, sending a wave of electricity crashing into Aerith before continuing on her run. "Sorry, The Network apologizes, but he is our boss." She continues her run. "...IS that Sanel?" Umi wonders aloud.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' At last! Progress! Avira does manage to pull ahead, now neck and neck with a few other people. She looks over to Mercade and frowns a little as Reize flies overhead and LANDS ON MERCADE. "Reize!" Avira calls out to him, "Mercade is too old and male for you!" But man, poor Faruja, he's definitely getting the full brunt of Hades's taunting. Unsurprising, really, since he is of Faram and Hades is clearly a Pagan god! But still, the booing was a little much! Avira feels kind of sorry for him. "Yeah well." Avira calls back to Aerith, "I've gotta qualify. I've gotta win this tournament! -oh, hey." Avira manages to catch Mercade's shieldfrizbee, which has failed to hit Reize. It wasn't her shield, but it'll do. For later.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Ker-FFFFFFFFZT. Fortunately it only stopped her for a brief moment, but it still stung like nothing else. She'd forgive that later, for the moment it was time to get back on track. And so flowergirl continued to run, hoping to gain back her five seconds of lost ground!

:'''[[Quistis Trepe]] has posed:''' A disk bounces past Quistis a bit belatedly, sending her momentarily stumbling. Her plan to fight defensively, or at least focus on something other than the immediate environs and/or punishing that woman with the big butt for getting in her way, is faltering. "Come on come on come -" She pauses for a moment as she sees Reize, or more accurately, that dang hair thing of his. "Hey!" she shouts at him, even as she keeps running. Her voice is a word of command. "Do you happen to know -- a man named Ivo??" A moment later, she mutters, "Damn, I shouldn't shout during a race!"

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Hades looks... "Seriously? A Squirrel?" he looks back at the Ratings boards, it goes UP! "Huh. OH! Attacks by a rabid character on a kick able guy! Right!" He laughs, Laughing even harder as Reize is set on FIRE, followed by the flaming Squirrel being HADOKENED right at Mercade. "Oh man!" he says, "And the Bartender using a COASTER to keep the program on her feet! Or rather, I guess, OFF her feet! Remember gentlemen, hell hath no furry like a bartender with a damaged bar! Use coasters, or /get dunked/." Hades says, looking at Panic, who gives him a thumbs up. And then Ami goes all dark Jedi on Aerith. "Wowza! Look at that! The little lady proves that..." Sunglasses, "Even the darkest heart has LIGHT-ning." Panic plays a rimshot for the listening audience. "Speaking of which! This race is brought to you by The Faith of Yevon. Repent now, and give up all technology, or a giant space whale named Sin will destroy everything you know and love!" Hades taps his cue cards on the desk, "Yup. That's all it says folks." He taps his cards again, "AND NOW BACK TO THE RACE!"

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' Too old? Too male? Unfortunately, those words were lost on Reize due to the fact that he is recovering from a rabid creature on his face. Oh, and the fact that he was set on fire. That was not one of this better moments. He pats down the burning flames on him, then he blinks. His attention is suddenly caught through Quistis's voice of command. "ACK!" He then he tilts his head over, "Ooooii! Yeah! He's the co-leader of the Shard Seekers and my friend! Uhh, if you want, we can talk about him later! But for now..." His face becomes filled with determination, "We have a shard to seek." Pause. "Ooii! I am not a kickable person!" The boy sticks his tongue out: *TTHHHHHHPPT!*

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart decides to take this time to dash on ahead... Looks like she's in the clear too. It allows her to catch up with many of the leaders in the race at least, but anything can happen still, really. Those random fireballs are weird after all... She glances toward the others as she sprints ahead. Lots of things going on at the same time. Reize getting roasted, squirrels being tossed... How's Aerith faring? Looks like she's a bit behind, must be getting trouble. Well, let's keep on moving!

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' All of those people out there in tv land. Watching a race sponsored by /Yevon/. Faruja's brow twitches, and he turns around mid-run-leap, /glaring/ at Hades. "DO NOT PROMOTE IDOLATRY!" Pause. "AND WHALES EAT VERY TINY PLANTS! THE LIBRARY IN MANHATTAN SAID SO! NOT PEOPLE!" The Templar's stretching even his lung capacity now. Land! Then, he's running along again, spear still beside him just in case.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade throws the flaming squirrel aside, and gets back to running. No special tricks, no craziness, nothing that makes Hades even happier. However, THAT COULD CHANGE AT ANY MOMENT. SQUIRRELS ARE NEVER SAFE.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Actually I met a whale that swallowed a whole bunch of people! Including me! But I think that was a special whale, Farujaaaaack-" Avira tries to call out, though the exertion of talking and running at breakneck speed is just a little too much for Avira. As she runs, she grips the edge of the shield she's claimed through some sweet mid-air catching, and glances over at those keeping pace with her. A small grin creeps up on her face.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Tactically speaking..." Emi says as Ami continues to light up Aerith like a Christmas Tree. "Aerith would not have anticipated two strikes like that in a row, thus making it the most prudent act of revenge against tripping up our boss." She smiles faintly. "heh heh heh... And while Ami does not enjoy fighting..she takes protection very seriously. And as an athlete, she will take whatever rules to be proven acceptable...and would expect others to do the same, The Network explains." Ami naturally cuts off on attacking furhter at this point in time and goes back to running. Sticking on Aerith THE WHOLE FIGHT would just be mean and she has more than paid back for her transgression against Aerith. She moves forward, with confidence!!!

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has managed to catch up a bit on the lead as she notices Tifa is ahead of her. She's actualyl lauching she's having fun and managing to get her mind off the mess with the MCP, so RUN RUN RUN or she could be well done.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Fizzzzrt. Again. Well then wasn't that just cheeky? No, no revenge. Nothing that would hurt her, yet. For the moment, she'd have to keep pressing on, trying her best to arrange some sort of catch-up. She does however set herself in a more... passive stance. Just in case.

:'''[[Quistis Trepe]] has posed:''' "I can't believe your entire theory is being validated, even this far!" Quistis says to Reize, even as she keeps going forwards, and then sees a single blue... turtle shell? run towards her. She hops over it, smugly. Then a sense up the back of her neck. She looks over her shoulder, and when she sees it coming back, reasons astutely, that must mean that it got aimed at me by someone else -- stomping it, she kicks it in another direction, before bearing back ahead, putting on some real new effort. ... Even as the shell comes from behind her and smashes into her back. "What!!"

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Quistis uses the VOICE OF COMMAND. "Wowza. No wonder she's a school teacher ladies and gentlemen!" Hades says, winking at the camera. This is before a blue shell flies at her. Panic mysteriously missing from this frame...for legitimate reasons. Totally not actually BEING said shell. Stupid shapeshifter demons. "Wow it looks like everyone else is just trying to race ahead! Now it is a battle of speed, skill.." he pauses, "And how long we can all stay awake before we fall asleep? Am I right, or am I right?" Then Faruja yells at Hades, "Wow! Look at this guy. A real hater. This is the apex of the Church of Glabados! Do as we say or.. YOU ARE WRONG! Doesn't it make you wana join a chapter right now? I mean, come on, what REASON would you do that for?" "Maybe to beat people in the head. I mean, there is that. Don't like people? Join the Church of Glabados! KILL ANYONE YOU DON'T LIKE AND CALL THEM A HERETIC!" he laughs, "But I kid! I am sure he's just..." Hades bursts into laughter, "Nope, I couldn't say it." The Camera pans over Avira. The words SWEET AIR CATCH appear over here for the people at home. However, the attention is stolen once more by Ami, who proceeds to inform Aerith that KINGDOM HEARTS IS LIGHTNING! "Again! That little girl is full of SOMETHING. And I just don't mean LIGHTNING! It seems she has a grudge! Things are looking dangerous for the flower girl, but the FANS LOVE IT!" The machine behind Hades bings again, "Oh baby! We might get a second season at this rate!" Hades' grin turns sharkish. "The following has been brought to you by Shinra INC. Shinra, from electricity to consumer products, we make the power of life work for YOU!" he taps his notes, "And remember, the new Shinra Cell Phone. If you can't be a bad<GOOSEHONK> look like a bad<GOOSEHONK>. Don't use those french named phones, use a phone that screams style." "And back to the action..." Hades says, pulling out a banana and starting to eat it.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade is runnin, they hatin', always tring to catch him racin' dirty. Actually, he can't possibly hate like Hades does, even if it does make him chuckle. A little bit. He's not really in a position to get in on the banter that's going on right now. Maybe he SHOULD get involved. IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart thought she'd be some retaliation by now, so she went more defensive... But apparently it never came. And Deelel is going on ahead unhindered some more! Guess everyone is busy with their own fights. And Aerith is lagging behind more. Hmm, well can't do much to help her friend now. This is a competition. Keeping the pace for now, the race is getting to the halfway point already.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Kersplat. That was the sound of Aerith landing face-first on the ground after being tripped up by... a banana peel of all things. It's so ridiculous, so random, so out-of-place that those nearby could hear her giggle, both at her own embarrassment and at the silly nature of this whole thing! She gets to her feet, sees the others pull ahead, and shrugs as she picks up the pace, trying to get back in the game!

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira braces herself, half expecting a fireball or SOMETHING to come flying at her. Nothing does. Shrugging, she takes off again only to find her joined by a familiar face. "Hey Mercade." Avira grins as she sees him catch up. "Glad to see you made it~" It takes her a few seconds, but she's soon running at full speed again. Hades gets a wary look from Avira!

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Ami draws out a lasso and swings it around her head, flinging it around her head a few times in an attempt to catch Faruja with it so she can just ... you know ... ride him? This doesn't work out and indeed, Ami starts falling behind. She better heft it up. "hmm... it seems Faruja had anticipated that." Emi says. "Alright Ami... use the backup plan!!" MEANWHILE A flashing arrow points towars the banana Hades is eating as if this were some sort of Ouran High Host Club.

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' The group have fooled around long enough. Reize knows that the Shard is on the line. Sure, it is fun for a big of competition, but Reize can't forget about the goal. He sucks in a breath, liftng his hands up. The boy... sings? o/` Seein' the go~ld, so far away o/` o/` Pressing on, so I~ can't stay o/` o/` Past the horizon, I will sail farther o/` o/` Through the treacherous storms that strikes harder o/` o/` I will preservere! o/` The speed gahers as the boy sprints ahead. o/` Gotta get the gold, or I will just fold o/` o/` It's so close that I'll sail the coasts~ o/`

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' As Faruja runs, he's a glowing ball of Holy Dragoon hatred. Up in the stands, a certain Inquisitor is facepalming right now in between sipping her stadium beer. "...I really need to teach that Child to recognize when he's being trolled." Suddenly lasso! "Ahh!" After fireballs, turtle shells, and bananas, rope is practically mundane. Besides, Reize's chibi-Faruja-angel warned his larger half about women with ropes. His spear lashes out! Slash! The lasso is cut apart. "I am afraid you shan't be roping me in, as it were, this day dear Lady Ami! Come! Show us all your speed and skill!"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel sees the battles are raging between some people as they seem to be going on From Emi and Faruja to other and more accidents keep happening. She's sure it's just a part of the show but Hades isn't trying to kill them right? It's not like he won't GET MOST of the people here someday right? So she breaks into a run if suprising speed and she calls otu to Faruja "Can you keep up with me Faruja!"

:'''[[Quistis Trepe]] has posed:''' After being shelled brutally, Quistis skids on the front of her shirt for a moment, letting out a groan of pain. After a full halt, though... she pauses. And then throws herself back up with what looks like the world's most energetic pushup. "I won't lose!" she declares, even as she resumes running forwards, steering as best as she can away from others. (Inwardly she muses: 'How do these people get so strong so quickly... or is it just that everyone weaker got killed by the Heartless? Evolution in action!?')

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Hades gona hade. Hades, finishes the banana, throwing it to Pain, who tosses it behind him. The banana hits a ghost, and is ejected from there into the sky...which then lands right in front of the flower girl. SLIP! Suddenly the entire audience roars with laughter, Hades slaps the desk a few times! "What are the odds! Ha ha ha!" Hades says, "Glad I thought of it." he asides to Pain, who groans and lowers his head, "Yeah..." Lightning is thrown, but Faruja is one step ahead of it! The crowd boos again, because that Rat isn't making any friends today! Call it Karma! "Well! It looks like everyone's favorite rat is not out of this one yet, despite the crowds disapproval!" "But really! Snoreville here! If things don't get exciting here soon, I think that the crowd might tear this place apart! I fear for the future of sports entertainment!" Hades loves goading the pupe-er racers. "And this race is brought to you by Rosemaire! Do you have dreams? A fairy tail ending you want? Then come to your local fairy god mother! And if you don't behave, you will be forced to dance in bad eighties style!" Hades taps the cards again. "Now back to the gaaaaaaaames!"

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' For the first time since... well a few minutes ago, Aerith is back in the race, and she's moving at a good clip! It won't be long before someone takes it, but she'll do her best regardless. After all, she's starting to enjoy herself!

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart didn't want deelel to take too much of a lead, she's been running the entire time it seems, other people too busy to pay attention to the program. Well she's not about to let her get too far ahead if she can help it at least. She keeps running toward the goal line. Shard of Manhattan... well whoever can win it here, she's okay with it at least. Noone would use it for bad things, likely. At least, if its true its a shard of manhattan... its Hades we're talking about. As for Deelel, the crowd apparently has been getting into the game and tossing miscellaneous stuff at the racers to help them. Not quite "?" blocks, but still lots of items to use as potential weapons. Hey look, a red sheel, perfect. Aim and fire at Deelel.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Ah good! Avira has a pretty good lead now. Though she can see that could change any second if she got tripped up or set on fire again. Stooping down, Avira uses the fact that she's really darn short to her advantage. Ice magic spreads from her fingertips, then down to the ground next to her, coating it in a thin sheen of ice. Whoever manages to hit that ice had better watch out! Traction upon it is kind of hard!

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' As the boy continued to run as fast as he can. It is the matter of getting to the next part of the race. However..... Wait, who put a skateboard up? "WHOOAAA!!!" Reize's foot plants against the skateboard, already moving ad he starts spinning around, "Gaaaaaccckkkkk!!!" t

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' The Legions in the Stand continue to cheer for their respective favorites. Umi, at one point, cheers for Will Sherman even though he's not in the race. For a moment, Ami just focuses on running. The road up ahead is covered in ice but she'll attempt to dash around it rather than take it head on. She is still behind for the moment. Will an opportunity present itself!? Who can say? But there is a delicate balance here. If the crowd gets too angry...they might elect to be particularly problematic. She facepalms a bit as someone trips over the banana peel. And as Reize has a cow dude.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' WELCOME TO ZOOM. Mercade laugh to Avira as she calls out. "I'm glad to be here! Be careful, the competition is fierce today!" He looks around at the other competitors, and whistles. "Look at Reize go! I never thought he could run that fast!" Maybe he could even save a world in 30 seconds? Mercade glances over at Hades as he taunts, but Mercade doesn't taunt back. Don't taunt the happy fun death god. Yet.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Bees, bees are nothing but trouble no matter the world your from these bees are thankfully normal bees and not darky at all. The creatures are aline to Deelel the near as she can understand them is they are grid bugs, very angry grid bugs and she l4ts out cry of suprise, then one of pain as well BEES! She starts running, runing as fast as she can to try to get out there and is no condtion to act upon what just happend to Reize.

:'''[[Quistis Trepe]] has posed:''' "Wait, I remember you now!" Quistis says as she keeps on running, drawing back into another loose forward line. This is aimed at Tifa. "You were at Costa del Sol. You didn't want to fight Sabin!" She snaps her fingers and points. "... And you were - Wait - Rinoa knows you, right?? This is so weird! I feel a little bad about whipping you earlier - friends?" She extends a hand forwards towards the woman.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "Quite, M'Lady Deel! I shan't be outran by a human!" No doubt, more ammo for hate from the crowd. Faruja sure is making this /easy/ for people to see him as the heel. The rat continues running, doing his darndest to make headway, even as he watches out for bees. Because seriously. Bees.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' "And the race goes on! Everyone is running! How /boring/! Come on people! Lets see some ACTION! Fight fight fight! None of this the best man wins stuff! The crowd wants to see some more of that FIGHTING SPIRIT!" The Crowd cheers, they want to see some more lightning! Some more ice! And someone calls out... BEES! "Did someone say BEES?!" Hades wiggles his fingers, before he points up with his index finger, and pushes a giant red button. A fire hose, comes out of nowhere, spraying a wave of BEES into the raceway, specifically into Deelel. "And there goes the barmaid! Taking advantage of her BEE-ed opponet! /That's/ what I am talking about!" Hades says with a grin. "This race brought to you by SeeD! When you need the best Mercenaries! Our mercenaries are raised from a young age on how to kill, murder, and perform any actions your organization and/or country needs done! Act now and get our special After Christmas special rates!" "Now back to the Snorefe-" Boos poor from the crowd again. "Oh wow! And he's a /racist/ too!" The Crowd REALLY hates Faruja!

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart was a bit careful of being offered a handshake in the middle of a race, but apparently that wasn't enough, Quistis had something planned. (to be continued in her pose). Either way, it makes the barmaid skid back in surprise "Grrr, if you want to be friends, I'll be glad to do it after the race, but right now that's playing dirty." She keeps running on ahead, trying to catch up after that surprise attack.

:'''[[Quistis Trepe]] has posed:''' 'How did she figure that out,' Quistis thinks with a frown. 'Am I that untrustworthy...?' A flashback goes here but we don't have time for that mid-race. Besides which, it took mere seconds. "Well, then!" she says brightly, "if you're committed to victory, we have at least one key thing in common. I'm glad to run alongside you! Or better -" And HERE she slides partway in front, sweeping one leg behind her to scoop one of Tifa's ankles out from beneath her for a moment before prancing further and merrily ahead. "A little bit ahead of you!" She keeps one hand on her whip while continuing forth. "... Must have been Nida's idea," she remarks upon hearing the ad.

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' Reize is on a skateboard. He is flailing. And oh god is Reize flailing. That skateboard that he ran onto out of nowhere had put him in a position to where he is going the opposite way that he intended to go. The board sends him running around in circles, or gliding in circles. He is skateboarding towards Avira to crash onto her. Even worse that the skateboard slips against the ice, sending him flying AND crashing down on her. ...Similar to Charlie Brown kicking football.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade gives Avira a wave as he launches past her, taking aim at the lead runner, Deelel! "Sorry about this!" Mercade says, as he leaps up and DOES THE MARIO, leaping up to bounce off of Deelel's head! a '100' might appear in the air, considering her nature. "Woobwoobwoobwoobwoob!" He says, using the bounce for more speed!

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' "I AM NOT RACI...OH FARAM IT BURNS!" To perhaps no one's surprise who's been paying attention to the rat's encounters, there is sudden FIRE from beneath the ratling. Hot feet! Faruja gives everyone a lovely little jump and riverdancing session as he tries to cool his feet. The rat, amidst his dancing peers up at the crowd. Lord in heaven, Maira's cheering everyone on! And he's bouncing about like an over-excited ratkit. Faruja steels himself, taking in Maira's enthusiastic, cheering visage into his mind, using his friend's warmth and constant friendliness as motivation. He must not lose, must not give i... Bounce. Nosebleed. The ratling trips, tumbling about in a ball, a white round blurr! Spin dash go!

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Judo flips are the ancient custom of SeeD introductory behavior. Ami runs. And it seems like for a moment that she might just keep on running. But then... A cat with sharp teeth jumps from the stands and into her arms. Ami looks down at it and then at her hand, and then she has a flashback that doesn't take very long. For the moment, her focus is on the cat. For the moment, as it smiles very...teethily...at her. "...Mm..." She says, pausing for a moment as Faruja trips and nosebleeds. "......Mmm." She adds. :|

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Just in case something interesting happens, Aerith stays wary for yet another attack. It seems her plan to keep at least one person on the defensive has gone backwards! But never mind that, the end is in sight...

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel hs finally managed to get away from the bees when suddenly mercade comes. "Hey! If that's how you want to play!" She's managed to get away from te bees finally thank the users for that. Mercade would find a low disk shot coming at him which might just make him lose his step.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' "Augh watch out you-!" Okay so Avira had deliberately put the ice down in front of Reize to trip him up. She didn't expect it to backfire this badly! His skateboarding slides him right into Avira, though she doesn't fall over and winds up clinging to him for a few moments. This is uncomfortably awkward, clearly reflected upon the short woman's face. Quickly, Avira elbows Reize in the gut before leaping off and using her own ice to slide ahead. "Ha ha! Reversal of fortun-" Wait, did Mercade just Mario Jump? Avira's actually a little distracted by this! "Hehehe."

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' "Oh wow! Look at that! The school teacher takes down the Barmaid! This is getting HOT in here ladies and germs!" Hades winks towards the Camera, and for everyone at home, the camera moves over Maira jumping up and down again. "Look at that ladies and gentlemen! The Program tries to get ahead, but the DETECTIVE isn't having any of that! It looks like he was a sleeper! Waiting for the right moment to bust a cap! Or in this case, a program!" The crowd cheers! "Lets see if Mercade can get that one up!" Faruja tries to move ahead, but suddenly PILLAR OF FLAME! "Ouch! I guess the pillars aren't gone yet!" there is a massive cheer from the audience! "But it seems the fans think that he got what he deserved! I like to call that...just deserts!" "Geeze, this kid with the hair is just some sort of bad luck black hole! Luck goes in, but never escapes!" Hades comments, before he goes flying at Avira, but Avira isn't having ANY OF THAT! "And by the way, this race is brought to you by the END OF LINE, located in some place called The Grid!" Hades taps his cards, as a image of the grid appears, the building...looking a LOT like the Empire state bui-oh wait. "A hot new hip club for the hip program or lucky user! Become a member today! The uncool, need not apply!" Hades says, brushing his 'hair' back. "I think they'll make an exception, because I am /too hot/ to handle." Hades pauses, "Oh right, the race."

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade bounces from Deelel, flying through the air and coming straight down on Faruja as he attempts to attack Mercade! Unfortunately for Faruja, Mario won the console war against Sonic, so BOOP! 200! Mercade flies on, just in time for Deelel to bean him in the back of the head with a Disc! Mercade flails as he hits the ground, stumbling and losing valuable speed. He looks at the others, and frowns, considering his next move...

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Okay, so. Avira is in front. Well in front, in fact. Aerith has a big red sign that says NOPE in her head, so she decides to use her staff in an attempt to trip her up! Hopefully it works and she gets somewhat ahead, because it's just about over... no hard feelings, right Avira?

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja isn't in much of a position to really appreciate anyone's hatred or displeasure at the moment, stuck in his spin dash. He's also rather glad he hasn't eaten in a while, as the Burmecian otherwise would have emptied his stomach. Thank Faram for small miracles. Eventually, however, the ratling rolls back onto his feet, a detective-sized shoeprint on the back of his head. Augh! Spin dash, you fail him! The end is in sight! Ruuuun rat, run! "Come now, Faruja, you can do this! No falling behind!" He can't lose! For Manhattan! Urrrrgh!

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart manages to catch up after her bad fall from Quistis. Well, everything goes in a race like this, she can't blame her. She's done a few dirty attacks of her own, really, especially knocking down Deelel like she's been doing so she doesn't get ahead of the rest too far. But this round she decided to simply run, the others taking care of those ahead apparently, leaving her enough leniance to be undisturbed during this lenght. The goal is getting so much closer, its going to be a close call at this rate!

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Avira pulls ahead a little farther and, after glancing over her shoulder to see if Reize has been left behind, she notices that she's actually managed to take the lead. Not only that, but the finish line was SO CLOSE. Only a few more feet and she'd make it! With just one more burst of speed...! All she had to do was not get distracted, especially by hilarious Mercade antics. Still, Avira grips her shield just a little bit harder as she runs.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' The cat, predictably, CHOMPS into Ami's hand. She flings it away from her body with a shriek and it flies towards QUISTIS but suddenly, it veers off course, and spins in a circular manner towards the back of Reize's head where it will sink its claws. Reize has really bad luck. Ami sniffs lightly and starts wrapping a bandage around her hand. She is pretty hurt by that, you see! She glances about after finishing her work, shaking out her hand.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' There is no more time for gamees at this pioing she's nearing the end, she's almost there but things are just getting crazy really. he does notice Reize isn't doing well and grimaces for her friend but she's got to rpess on for now. as she recovers her disk.

:'''[[Quistis Trepe]] has posed:''' "Don't store fish or fish-based dishes in your hair!" Quistis advises Reize. She keeps on truckin' and/or eating pizza in real life, glancing back - and the ahead - "What - Tifa got ahead of me again!?"

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' Wait, what? ....*CHOMP!* The cat has bit him. The cat has its claws sunk onto him. The boy twitches so many times. SCREAM! Reize is running. He's running. He is flailing, "OWOWOWOOWOWOWOWOWOWOOWOWOWOWOWOW!!!!!!!" The advice by Quistis will be noted AFTER he finishes dealing with the pain of the cat clinging onto him.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' "200 folks! Mercade is goin-" DISK TO THE HEAD! "Well. Today is a sad day in sports entertainment! The chain was broken, by a Disc to the head." There is a low murmur across the ground, as Sad Violin plays for Mercade's dead jump streak. However, the crowd cheers for Mercade anyway, for he GOOMBA stomped the rat regardless. "The detective just took the rat out back with the shotgun, just like Sega did with the Sonic series! HIYOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Avira pulls ahead of the pack... "And here they come! The final stretch of the race is at hand! It's still ANYONE'S GAME!" Reize is catted! Hades looks horrified, "Yzma?! Er I mean.." "But where is the flower girl? In the dust of her opponents, it looks like!" he pauses, "Is using a cat allowed? Even I'm not that evil. I have standards man." "This race brought to you by Dovahclean. When your armor is tarnished by the weathers and tries of adventuring, DOVAHCLEAN shines it right up, making it look like the day you picked it off the dead bandits you brutally murdered! Remember, it's not clean, unless it's DOVAHCLEAN!" "And now the final streeeetch!"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Ami shakes her hand out, her run slowing down somewhat. She stops near the finish line and then spins on a heel to look towards Faruja. She stuffs her hands in her pockets, looks from side to side awkwardly, and then reaches forward towards Faruja....and scuffs her foot across the ground and-- --kick-- --ends up kicking the banana peel from earlier in Faruja's way. "Ah--nevermind!!!" She says and turns and runs all the way across the finish line sob sob why can't she just be honest about how she wants to pet his nose???

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' It's close... Too close for comfort. Somehow almost everyone crosses the line all at once, but she seems to be the last one. Not like she minds any, flowergirl had fun! Aerith jogged over toward Tifa, seemingly uninjured and only slightly short of breath with a grin. "Hey, way to go Tifa~"

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart phews as the last dash ahead manages to bring her into the lead spot! Right through the finish line! Actually her stride was like an inch behind Avira, but the photo finish that they took *unexplicably* says that they crossed at the same time.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Banana peel! Trip! Faruja goes tumbling tail over head, in a far less graceful spindash. The rat lands in a little dizzy pile of Burmecian. /.@ "...Lord forgive me my sins! And stop the room from spinning!" Oh, Karma, you are a jerk. At least the rat's nose is at nice petting level for a certain devious Dennou.

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' Reize is moving along! However, that is not all! Reize is getting assaulted by the flying squirrel! So now Reize has a vicious cat clinging on one side of the face, a flying squirrel on th other side of his face... And why not? A giant snake is slithering around the boy. ***** By the time the boy crosses he finish line, he is rolling along. "Ffftt," hisses the cat. "EEE EEEK!" cries the squirrel. "Hssssssss," hisses the snake. Idly, a honey badger with a mushroom on its back is approaching. 

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel just about stumbles across the fisnish line just having barely made it and she is breathing hard, it's soemthing suprising but something she's had to get used to being like she is now. She looks back to see Faruja "Are you all right and Reize?! Are you all right?!"

:'''[[Quistis Trepe]] has posed:''' Quistis is about two paces behind Tifa, which is certainly creditable. For some reason, she's grimacing in the photo finish.

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' "...If someone can get the snake, the cat, and a squirrel off of me... I think so..." Reize answers Deelel.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Being in the lead lends itself well to wariness. Since it was acceptable to attack other people, being in front technically puts a target on her back. At what is perhaps the exact time needed, Avira whirls around with her shield lifted and manages to deflect Aerith's attack with enough force that both go flying in opposite directions. Avira's own momentum is hijacked to send her sliding over the finish line backwards. She grinds to a stop on the other side of the line, which she sees at her feet. "...woohoo!" Avira straightens and pumps a fist. Qualified hero! But at the same time... Hades is given a wary glance.

:'''[[Mercade Alexander]] has posed:''' Mercade needs speed, and he needs it now. He pours it on in an attempt to get to the finish line, watching for counter attacks. No one can, however, prepare for a massive and heavy and improperly-cooked egg smashing into him. Mercade is bowled over, ending up in a goopy mess as he staggers across the finish line and flops onto his face, oozing eggy badness. He's going to remember this one.

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' After Mercade has a gigantic egg thrown at him, that wary gaze at Hades turns into something else. Why, it very much looks like a disapproving frown in Hades' direction instead.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' "It's a PHOTO FINISH!" Hades says, standing up from his seat. The rating machine BINGS once, and then promptly explodes! "YES! Season two!" he exclaims! Tifa and Avira photo finish! They crossed exactly at the same time! They both claim first place! Second is claimed by Quistis Trepe. Third is claimed by Emi Dennou, and fourth by Deelel! These are your qualifiers. They are gathered up, and placed on the stand as Hades walks over to them. "Congratulations!" he says, pointing at them... Avira and Tifa get half of a gold metal, but each has their own ribbon to wrap around their necks. Quistis gets a silver, and Emi gets a bronze. Deelel gets nothing, except the ability to participate in the gaaaaaames! "Well congrats! You girls can rest, and make sure to be here for the start of the game ceremony! All our winners and heroes will be honored in a special ceremony...it will be...to die for!" With that Hades walks away, before disappearing into a puff of brimstone! Hades gives absolutely no <GOOSEHONKS>!

:'''[[Lenn]] has posed:''' Lenn hops down from the stands, and hurries to Reize's side, worriedly.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart moves up to the podium, smiling and waving to the crowd (for the required picture taking), holding her medal up. She puts an arm around Avira too, since they are kinda bumping into each other on the single podium step. Apparently they didn't think about ties!

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' It will be to die for? Emi wonders at this point why again they were so determined to win in the first place.

:'''[[Quistis Trepe]] has posed:''' "I always thought silver was more my color," Quistis says to the cameras when they come by (after a brief look at this OTHER person who's all pals with Tifa, and a somewhat more dubious one at the unsettling face of Dennou).

:'''[[Avira]] has posed:''' Grinning, Avira slips her nearest arm around Tifa's shoulders too. "Woohoo!" She, of course, does the whole waving thing with the other hand for the sake of the cameras. She had to wonder about Hades' words though. To die for? He couldn't mean that literally. If he killed all his contestants, there'd be nothing to film. Or maybe, like the random fireballs and pillars of fire in the race, he was going to make it 'interesting.' After podium time is done, Avira hops down and heads for the slimed Mercade.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Ami looks over to Quistis, perplexed. She has a bronze shiny that Emi will probably steal for her horde later. "Hello." She tells Quistis, bowing her head. "Congratulations on silver, this one says." She looks over to Mercade and seems rather worried since, well, Mercade has egg on his face. She'll go on the podium but will keep her head down.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja slowly gets himself onto his feet. Sigh. "Humility is a virtue, Faruja." He mutters to himself, before making his way over, smiling. "Congratulations, all of you! Well raced!" Cura's all around! No one's walking away with burns or shell-bumps today. The egg might have to stay, though.

:'''[[Tifa Lockhart]] has posed:''' Tifa Lockhart looks over to Quistis as well, and offers her a hand "No hard feelings, it was a game." She fought with Quistis once, she knows she's good. Tifa isn't one to hold any bad feelings toward those that don't deserve it really. She looks over to everyone "I'm inviting all of the participants for a drink at the Cloud Nine, my treat today~"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira goes absolutely wild, leaping and spinning and running out onto the field (if allowed) to hug the heck out of Avira. "YOU DID IT! YAAAAY!" she says, then goes to hug Tifa as well. "Congrats! Eee!" Then, over to Faruja, who she casts a little water spell on before hugging him as well. "You did great! That was...kinda wacky..." She turns then and waves to everyone. "You all did awesome! Wooohoo! OU! DRINKY TIME!" Maira then exclaims as she hears Tifa's offer. POMPOMS

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' A water spell. A blessed, wonderful water spell. "Maira. My friend. You are a Faram-send." If he weren't on tv, he'd hug her. Pom poms! And drinks. Suddenly, the day just got better. What could possibly go wrong from here?

:'''[[Reize Seatlan]] has posed:''' While Lenn is dealing with Reize to get him untangled from the snake, squirrel, and the badger leaping at him... Faruja will have the mix of a visitor. There is a flash of blue passing by, likely scooping the poor mouse. "Yaaaaayyyy! Snow Mouse King is the winner!" Ahoy, Faruja's kidnapped by a small child in blue! 

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja's been RATNAPPED! "Oh, Faram help me, unhand me! Why did I have to think that!? My free driiiiiinks!" Then it got /worse/.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "I knew Sanel was here!" Umi shouts. Ami frowns and watches after them.

:'''[[Aerith]] has posed:''' Aerith put a hand on Tifa's shoulder. "That was amazing. I didn't think you could run that fast!" She gave the blonde nearby a glance. "Didn't know you'd made a new friend while I was over there trying to beat Mercade."

The Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaames!

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|Date of Scene=2013/01/21
|Location=Traverse Town - Coliseum
|Synopsis=Hades Announces the Hades Cup, reveals the Manhattan Shard of Wind, and reveals TNT.
|Thanks=Doctor Drakken, Faruja Senra, and Pumpkinhead for commercials.
|Cast of Characters=Faruja Senra, Deelel, Maira, Cirra Constantine, Tom Magnusson, Hades, Emi Dennou, Isaac Hanlon, Shego, Doctor Drakken
|Tinyplot=Manhattan Restoration
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' No matter where you are in the universe. Those with TVs, have their normal programming slowly taken over, those without have their Ma Belle's automatically flip to the correct channel. Those who use magic mirrors, Scrying pools, or magic balls likewise get a...view of... Welcome... To the HADE-er wait, I mean OLYMPUS COLISEUM! Those of you at home can see various panning views of the entry way into the Coliseum. Pillars rise up, as heroes from long and far seem to arrive at this time. Something is going on... Those in the Coliseum are able to get through the Lobby, and slowly are allowed to be seated in the stands surrounding the main arena area. Here is is filled with marble and stone, it is a spartan place compared to most places those here are used to. In the center, in the arena itself, is a stand placed square in the middle. Everyone in the arena can see various floating Cameras...those who can look deeper see spectral camera men, moving in all various locations to get the best shots for those not actually home. There is a blue gout of flame in the middle of the Arena! Right in front of the podium, and out from it is Hades! APPLAUSE SIGNS APPEAR TO CUE THE AUDIENCE! "Hey hey, how you all doin' ladies and germs. My name is Hades, Lord of the Dead. But enough about me, lets talk about WHY we are here today! Today, we're here to kick off a special event here in the Coliseum! You see...with my own PERSONAL place locked away by Zeus, we'll have to hold it HERE..." "IN THE OLYMPUS COLISEUM!" behind Hades gouts of flame explode again, getting cheers from the audience, who are prompted again. He holds his hands up, waiting for the cheers to die down. "I know all of you here...and at home are wondering JUST how this will work, and of the SPECIAL prize for the winner. Well, this is e-" Suddenly from the Lobby, a Satyr runs out, looking mildly miffed at all the commotion! "Listen here Hades! I didn't appro-" "Details, Phil, details. Everyone give a cheer to our host, Philocrties." He pauses, looking towards Panic, "Did I get that right?" The Camera pans back to Phil, who is looking more than a little Flustered, "THREE WORDS! THESE GUYS AIN'T HEROES!"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' WHO PUT THE GLAD IN GLADIATOR? HERCULES! And Hercules is with Phil, smiling broadly and innocently, muscled arms in autoflex mode. Isn't he just so killable? Well, in any event, he follows behind Phil saying, "Hey now, Phil, lets not count them out just yet! We haven't even seen what they could do. Maybe they are heroes!" A nearby lady swoons and Hercules quickly catches her. The lady lifts up a pen and asks him to sign her belly which Hercules awkwardly complies with. "Ha ha! Just be ah, more careful where you faint next time, madam! Ha...ha..." Hercules looks back to Phil. "Or well, a bit early to tell right? They seem nice enough!" IN THE STANDS Emi and Shida Dennou, who have no doubt come out of curiousity...after all, Hades did casually bring back one of them from the dead before so they have a bit of an interest in the God. A healthy interest, not a dealmaking interest. Though really, maybe there is no 'health' interest when it comes to Hades after all, as Lord of the Dead, he might consider healthiness to be a bit of an insult! Hearing Phil say they aren't heroes makes Shida sadly hug her assault rifle, patting it sadly. A camera focuses on her sad face for a moment. Emi just pinches the bridge of her nose as if anticipating a major headache.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' The night before had left Deelel rattled it was her fault it was all her MACed up things she could have done. She'd really glitched the file but what can she do. She's trying to keep her focus, she did not rest well the night after the fight with CHIEF, yet here she is in the stange she'd signed up before hand. She loved games, at least so long as they were not lethal. She isn't sure how long that will last if MCP wins the eleciton how was she to explain things toe ht users here, how many would listen or think her mad? The basic is at a loss ofg how to deal with the situation but today she's just trying to get her mind off things and try to back burner it. SOP here she is in teh stands she's not alone no, she's here with some of her team for the event. It should be fun, but just what would all the events be? Also It was Hades backing these games? It seems a love of games is something comon to all the levels of existance she's aware of.

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac has been convinced to drag his ass out of his room and get down here in time for the grand announcement, and in fact has done it /early/. He's been on standby around here both for technical support, and for his own viewing pleasure. While the whole event is televised, seeing it in person is generally better; after all, while he prefers radio to television, being on the scene is one step better. The sorcerer (or maybe sourcerer, depending on if you want the cheap computing joke) hangs out in one of the better seats in the stands, relaxing and taking notes on his tablet. He'll have a good show tonight, after this is all over. Hades doesn't seem to need him around for tech stuff right this second, so he'll just... watch. He feels awfully lethargic lately. Maybe he's still kind of burned out from that last fight. Or maybe he just needs a new puzzle to tackle.

:'''[[Tom Magnusson]] has posed:''' If it helps Phil's heart condition there is at least one competitor who definitely happens to be some kind of Hero- even if he might only be a hero within the confines (the horribly tight confines) of his own mind. Standing taller than most ordinary men, Tom Magnusson is in the Arena, his arms crossed powerfully over his chest. The shadow he casts is as long as he is tall. Of course, Tom Magnusson has no clue what he's even going to be competing for, but the point still stands, and so does Tom. Curiously, he appears to be wearing gloves today. Fancy that.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Fun Fact: Faruja Senra absolutely /loathes/ the Colliseum. Staging fights against animals and other people for entertainment has never completely sat well with the ratling. Blades should be used to defend, purge Heretics and Witches, and to strengthen mind and body. Turning the warrior arts to mere profit smells of something nobility would pursue. Combined with rumors that they allow fights against Heartless? If the rat had his way, he'd be here with a team of demolitions-oriented Black Mages to turn the place into rubble. Unfortunately, not all in the Church share his views. Thus, sitting beside Deel, the rat is sipping one of the overpriced stadium drinks with a look towards Hades that's nothing short of a death glare. 'Lord of the Dead'. Faruja's teeth grid in barely contained rage, spear leaned beside him glowing hot and white with his righteous indignation. "I was correct after all. Truly, this place is ran by naught but a pack of filthy Heretics." Pounding down the urge to Warp up and strangle the oddly-charming-yet-utterly-enraging Death God, he's forced to shake his head. It affords him a glance at his companion. "Are you quite alright, Lady Deel?" He manages to stow away the venom for a moment, concern peeking through. Nor is the rat alone! Beside him, oddly silent, is the red-robed Inquisitor Sarah Diamonde; the reason he's here in the first place. Reaching over, the older woman pats her right-hand-nezumi on the shoulder before returning to taking notes. One rat-ear perks. "Heroes? I do so wonder by what standard one measures a 'Hero'. Mere martial strength? The butcher and the true Knight both may yet have them." Faruja muses.

:'''[[Shego]] has posed:''' Getting fabulous prizes, and all she had to do was beat people up? Yes please. But Shego wasn't going to arrive early, nope. Sauntering in /just in time/, the woman was wearing her usual outfit - as she wasn't sure whether or not to expect a fight or no - her dark green eyes searching the Colliseum proper as she is funnelled to a seat proper. Of course, she ends up nearish Isaac's seat. "Here for the ~fabulous prizes~ yourself, huh?" she says, putting just a bit of snark into her tone as her eyes turn from the Colliseum itself to the competitors, sizing up each in turn. She manages to only snerk a /little/ when referred to as a hero. Hey, it all depends on perspective, right?

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Sitting in the stands is one Judge of Wrath, unlike her usual outings, she seems a lot less bored, interested even in the proceedigns. Well less in hades entrance and more in what is /going/ to happen. Watching other people fight gives her the oportunity to guage them without giving away her own fighting style. The hil storms out and proclaims no one present is a hero. This seems to irritate Cirra and she growls. She stands up pointing out one hand at Phil. "As a Judge of Arcadia I object!" her voice carrier across the arena and she stands there for a long moment in the following silence. "I'm sure someone here is a hero." and sits back down, crossing her legs.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Hades says, "Phil...Phil.." Hades chides to Phil, as he stares up at Hercules. Hades does not hide the glare, but FOR ONCE wonderboy is on HIS side...well, he can work with that, heh heh... "Yeah, listen to your boy here, Phil. He's a great judge of character," he says, the crowd loves this sort of drama, casting Phil as the heel here will be great! "Anyway, Phil, you can't deny them their chance to participate...many of them have a PERSONAL stake in the grand prize." Hades' snaps his hand up, holding something in his hands. Various screens zoom in on the strange crystal. There is little doubt what Hades holds in his hand. It is a World Shard, specifically, the World Shard of Wind that belongs to Manhattan. "A nice treasure my boys recovered recently, seems very valuable...and of course people will want to reclaim this little beauty," Hades continues, with a bit of a smile. Phil sputters, "Ugh! Fine! They want to compete, then they have to qualify like everyone else!" he turns to the Audience, "YOU ALL HEAR ME?! IF YOU WANA PARTICIPATE IN THE GAAAAAAAAAAAMES, YOU GOTA QUALIFY! I'LL HOLD THREE, READ IT, THREE EVENTS! A FOOT RACE, A TEST OF STRENGTH, AND A OBSTACLE COURSE! IF YOU SUCCEED, THEN YOU GET TO PARTICIPATE IN THREE MAN TEAMS!" Phil snaps a foot down, and turns away. "FOUR WORDS! NO EXCEPTIONS!" Phil finally completes the thought and stamps off. "Well, you heard the man guys. I guess you can't fight DIRECTLY for this shard..." he says, and as soon as it was brought out, is gone to wherever Hades sends things. Probably the Underworld, where dead people go. Phil sticks his head out finally, "OH YEAH! IF YOU SLAY A LEGENDARY MONSTER, YOU GET MADE A HERO!" he pauses, looking at Cirra, Suddenly, Phil is gone, in Cirra's lap, "So...maybe I might make an exception for you, Pretty lady." Hades sighs, rubbing his forehead, "Yeah, well, good luck finding one of those, right? I think Wonderboy here killed the last qualifying one!" COMMERCIAL BREAK!"

:'''[[Doctor Drakken]] has posed:''' "Hi there." A blue-skinned man with a scar on his face, in a nice (obvious rental) tuxedo walks onscreen. It's a little too big for him, but he's doing his best to work for it. "Heroes got you down? Doing hard time every time? Well don't worry." "I'm Doctor Drakken, and I'm here to tell you about a wonderful new experience. Crime Incorporated; your one-stop shop for mooks, henchmen, schemes and plots. Here at Crime Inc, our expert criminolologists are working round the clock to make a /better/ crime...and a better criminal." The screen switches over to some animations of generic robbers getting caught. Then, all of a sudden, a man with an exoskeleton shows up, punches the bank open, and runs off! Drakken's voice-over continues. "Remember. They'll tell you that crime doesn't pay...but I'm here to tell you that it does." "1-800-CRI-MEME. Call today, and let's see if we can't put /you/ behind bars...bars of gold, that is!"

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac glances up from deftly entering notes onto his tablet when Shego sits down nearby. He gives her the brief once-over in the span of a glance, and smiles lopsidedly. "Something like that, yeah. I did the work on the back-end to get the TV network running. I figure I should be around in case something goes horribly wrong, y'know?" There's a second where he smirks at the Judge's outburst, and then his expression briefly shifts to shock when Hades reveals the grand prize: Manhattan's World Shard of Wind. He stares at it for a long moment. "Yeah," he adds. "And definitely the fabulous prizes."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja briefly turns to his fellow contestants. Many familiar faces! A small smile comes to his muzzle. The two Ladies Dennou get a half-bow from the ratling, as well as the more manly member of the TDA. A Judge of Arcadia makes herself known loudly as they're so inclined to do, which earns a chuckle from the rat. He can't fault her logic. As for Shego? "I suppose it entirely depends on the prize. Certainly not to consume /this/ swill M'Lady." The beer is promptly tossed into the trash. Someone should try basketball. And then, Hades shows off the Shard of Wind. Faruja bolts up, spear's butt slamming into the ground. "How in the Lord's name did he obtain that!?" To say Faruja is shocked is an understatement. Deel might want to grab him before he does something silly. As for the Inquisitor? She continues to take notes, and briefly looks to a viewscreen showing the commercial. The number is written down under the category 'Expendable Asset' with the note 'investigate for future use'.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Hercules says, "Well geeze, that sure does seem like something worth fighting for!" He feels bad having to come down on his trainer but he quirks a small smile as Phil sets down the limits. What a guy, that fellow! What a goat that fellow too! He pauses as a Crime Inc commercial comes onto the big screen. He frowns faintly, peering at the big screen. "--well I wish you luck, Hades." He grins. "But I gotta fly for now, I'll be back though, for sure, gotta see how these new heroes are turning out!" He steps away and flies off on a Pegasus. MEANWHILE Emi and Shida don't actually see themselves as heroes. They've done some jobs, yes, and they were nice jobs--but they were for munny! They're pretty sure that's not what makes a hero. They do, however, make their way over to Isaac, hoping to sit down next them. "Isaac, The Network inquires as to how you are feeling." Emi says. Shida just gives him a big smile :D. Wasn't it worth dealing with gods for that smile, Isaac? Wasn't it? :D

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel looks over at Faruja as he's about to go a bit well off the handle over Faruja as he's about to do something rash. She'll grab the paladin and just physically restrain him. She's far stronger than she looks really as she says "Be calm, he may have just found it, is it not better than him just sitting on it?" She looks right at the knight "He's a Users user, I'd be wary to fight him we'll just have to win it! Don't think we can do it?" Tron had given her the run down. "We won't be the only ones seeking to restore the city going after it." She knows other forces will be trying to stop it but what can you do right? If it comes down to it they might just need to enlist some talented Thieves to get it. "So be calm, we can and will win this." She also pauses at the ad, she's beyond words.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra has sat backdown, only to have a tiny goatman appear in her lap. She closes her eyes as her hands grip her forearms tightly and she grimeces. "Do not..." she picks Phil up by the scruff of his neck and holds him overhead as if abotu to throw him across the arena. Then Hades shows what the prize is. The Judge blinks her eyes open and lowers Phil back down, gently to the seat next to her. "How does one sign up?"

:'''[[Shego]] has posed:''' "Sooooo, you're not fighting?" asks Shego of Isaac. And with another brief glance, she turns her eyes away from him and focuses in on the shard. She wasn't /entirely/ sure what one could use a shard like that for, but one imagines that it was worth quite a bit of money. Or Doctor D could use it to try to take over the universe or whatever. When Faruja says what he does, her eyes flicker over to him, and for a moment, her eyes narrow on him, before a confident, wicked little smile touches her features. "I take it you want a shard of wind? Whatever would you do with something like /that/?" she asks Faruja, jerking a thumb over towards the displayed shard. He looked... a bit more formidable than Isaac, so she was watching him not unlike an owl would watch a mouse. And ignoring the commerical. Oh god.

:'''[[Tom Magnusson]] has posed:''' Tom would have gladly fought for gold, for riches, for treasure, for the lives of innocents-- but there's only one thing that Tom would never be able to turn down. That something is a World Shard. A World Shard belonging to /his/ world. Tom narrows his eyes. He unfolds his arms, then folds them again, but more forcefully this time. "Well," he grunts, "Guess I'm going to need to go whale hunting." Or he could just win an event, or something. That'd do too. It'd be so very uncool, though

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' "I never said that," Isaac asides, looking back to Shego with a look in his eye best described as 'mysterious.' He gives off that cryptic wizard sort of vibe. It's uncanny. He doesn't /look/ like the cryptic wizard sort -- he looks like the fairly well-dressed tech guy sort. Those don't usually go together. "Looks like it isn't much of a fighting event, though, at least at first." The two Legionaires make their way over. There's space around Isaac. "Almost a hundred percent," he replies, shooting Emi a thumbs-up while he's looking at his tablet's display. He rearranges some things and looks up. "I think I need to do some trial runs before I know if I'm fully charged or not..." Isaac trails off, shrugging, and looking over at Shida. He flushes very, very slightly, almost imperceptibly, and smiles back. Yeah; totally worth it.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' It cuts back in after the commercial, right in time to see Phil put right down. "Ooooh. Feisty." Hades says, mirrored seconds later by Phil. Hades looks back towards Hercules, "Oh have fun Wonderboy. Good luck..." he mutters, "Don't have an accident or anything.." The camera is on him, and Hades looks surprised for a moment. "Well! I guess we'll cut to PHIL about to explain how to sign up!" Phil, floating off the ground next to Cirra supported by hearts, holds up a large piece of stone, with the contract and several various bits. "Just sign on the dotted line.." There is a chizle in Cirra's hands. "Oh and, make sure to leave your uh, number...you know for emergencies." he says, attempting to be sly. "Oh and uh, yeah, the rest of you shlubs can go sign your names on the leader board outside that's being posted. OR whatever." Cuts back to Hades, "Well there you have it folks, come on down! Pack the house down...but if fighting isn't your thing, stay tune to TNT, That's Tartarus Network Television for all the latest matches and events...and of course the GREAT TV that We'll be hosting now.." COMMERCIAL BREAK.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' An elderly, balding, white-haired man in Priestly robes bearing an Ajoran cross sits behind a desk. Beside him, dressed similarly, is a robed Viera woman, her ears flopping slightly to one side. A kind, yet oddly creepy smile sits on the old man's face. "Are you missing something in your life? Does every day come and go, without purpose, only mere survival? Do you have difficulties with family, friends, invading heartless-using armies, or Dark sorcery-using rebel factions?" The man inquires, arms folded before him. The cross of the Church of Glabados appears, and slowly words fade in. They read, in gold '600 Club'. "Then tune in to the 600 Club, the only Church-approved, non-Heretical media outlet. Hear devotions to Holy Faram and His Son, local and worlds-wide news, and other oddities as well as tips for destroying unholy abominations. Tune in, and may the Lord come into your life!" The Viera finishes. They fade out, passages from the Church's Holy Text flashing by briefly, with the subtext 'This broadcast certified non-Heretical by Inquisitor Sarah Diamonde.'

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Maira, who has totally been here the whole time with various flags with her friends faces on them and pompoms, gasps!

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' The strength that Deel possesses is indeed surprising, and the rat finds himself effectively held back. "If there were the case, he would have done far better to hand it over to a /worthy/ organization rather than hold this loathsome contest as if it were a prize coin purse!" He responds to Deel, before hers and his own words catch up with him. Slowly, he sits down. Leaning in, he nods to the basic. "...Yes. You are corre...OW!" Whack! The butt of the Inquisitor's pistol smacks the rat in the back of the head. "In Ajora's name, Child, calm down." The Inquisitor chides before going back to her notes. Grumbling, Faruja continues. "As I was saying, quite. If not us, then at least someone we can trust with the matter." His head motions to the TDA members in the crowd. Then, the rat turns his attention fully to Shego. Looking her over with an equally appraising, though less owl-like and more like prey that knows its being watched and is leaning to the 'fight' response, he manages a smile that's polite at least. "Surely you jest, M'Lady. I am a Templar of the Holy Church of Saint Ajora Glabados...Faruja Senra, at your service. A world drowning in Darkness is a den ripe for Heresy and Lord knows what else. Nevermind the fact that it is the key to restoring people's homes. Such a thing must be corrected. If participating in this farce is what it takes, then I suppose I have little choice." A fuzzy brow rises. "May I ask of what value the Shard may have to yourself, M'Lady...?" The rat's briefly distracted by a certain woman with pom pom's. His smile grows more genuine as he looks to Maira, facetailing discretely. Oh, never change, you silly fire mage. Never change. A slow turn as the commercial comes on, Faruja giving his own Inquisitor a rather displeased look. She simply smiles, and pokes the rat on the nose. "Never underestimate the power of the media, Ser Senra~"

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra just keeps giving Phil this incredulous look, leaning away slightly. "Shouldn't I just...." she points to here everyone else is going to chisle their names on the leader board?" She looks at the stone contract regardless.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' The Dennous look towards Shego, realizing they have may have barged in a little there. They try, but fail, to make their faces look apologetic. They do manage to at least get to friendly. "Hello there," Emi says. "Are you a friend of Isaac's?" She has to admit that Isaac doesn't LOOK formidable--but she knows damn well that he is /very/ formidable. Really it's kind of mean, Isaac not looking formidable. It's just going to encourage people to try and poke the wizard and then they'll be all 'oh no we shouldn't have poked the wizard!'. Shida, still smiling says, "Hi." to Isaac and for a moment it looks like that might just be it, swinging her hands behind her awkwardly. "Shida of the Network is glad to hear that." Regarding him being almost 100 percent.

:'''[[Shego]] has posed:''' Shego's face was not impressed when Faruja starts listing off his titles, the woman staring at him blankly as he does so. "So, what all those fancy titles basically mean is that I know where to find you on Sunday morning, right? Good?" she says, turning her eyes from him back to the shard, bringing up a gloved hand to point at it. "You mean, if that shard gets into the right hands, an entire world would be restored? So, basically, this is /invaluable/ to the right people?" she says then, that wicked grin of hers spreading across her lips again. "/Niiiiiice./ Tell you what, Saint Ajora, we can make a deal. You can watch my back, I'll... 'watch' yours, and we can save that shard for all humankind or whatever," she says then, turning her eyes back to him. "Sound good?" Although Dennous was speaking to her now, and that predatory little smile that was starting to come onto her lips fades. "Huh?" she says, looking from Emi to Isaac to back again. "Me? Friends with him?" she says, sounding incredulous. "Nope! How about you, huh?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel says "He's bored, he asked for help to prevent a creature that was devouring souls of the departed a they tried to cross over. I think he just gets bored." She looks at him for a moment then Faruja gets hit over the head she sighs and calms a little herself as she lets him go. "He kept his word, when I encounted him last." She doens't know Hades very well but all she's got is her encounter with him before and she departed before Reize made his deal. "So you in win this or not?" She looks over at Shego for a moment gives the woman a slight nod for a moment and nothing more.

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Hades is back on the Camera, "Well folks, there you have it. I have the world shard of Manhattan, you want it...either to restore Manhattan, or as a friend put it 'sell it for 'phat loots'," Hades does the air quotes. "Fame, Glory, or power whatever it is...tune in to watch the series premiere of.." THE HADES CUP! Flames erupt along the stage again, as Hades puts on a show for everyone. "So just come on down to the Coliseum, sign your name on the dotted line in the main court area, and get ready to participate in in a grueling tough battle for this amazing once in a life time prize!" The Camera Pans on Phil again, "Huh? Oh yeah, that too." he says, still offering the large slab of stone and the Chisel. Certainly he's not just trying to get her number. "Oh Yeesh, I hate to see what she does to him.." Hades, of course, doesn't take the Camera off of Phil. COMMERCIAL!

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' An image flares up of a hidden ARCTIC BASE, following Hercules on his Pegasus as he suddenly leaps from his steed and crashes down through the ceiling, spinning his body in a roof destroying cannonball! "HERO ENERGY DRINK!" A voice that sounds awfully like Phil's says. "WHEN YOU NEED STRENGTH AND YOU NEED IT QUICK!" Hercules punches through goons all wearing CRIME INC uniforms with his fists. He juggles one in one hand while someone off camera throws him an energy drink which he headbutts open and then guzzles down. A few of the goons pause fighting to applaud politely and Hercules chucks the goon into them bowling them over. "YOU TOO CAN BECOME A HERO, ALL IT TAKES IS A NOBLE HEART AND A QUICK SWIG OF THIS BEVERAGE, COMES IN THREE FLAVORS: MENERGY, PUNCHMEGRANATE, AND NOTHING RHYMES WITH ORANGE!" Suddenly a giant robot piloted by one Dr. Drakken busts in and grabs Hercules with a GIANT RED PINCHER ARM! Hercules struggles to resist with JUST ONE ARM but he soon finishes off his energy drink and flings it hard into the cockpit glass, shattering it. "COMES IN REINFORCED PLASTIC CONTAINERS!" Hercules then flexes his body, ripping the arm off its socket. He stumbles back a bit before charging forward and swinging the arm back at the robot it came from. "AND REMEMBER!" Hercules shouts. "CRIME DOESN'T PAY!" Drakken stumbles over the wire, grabbing one of the cameras. "SHEGO! STOP LOLLYGAGGING WITH THE HIRED HELP AND GET YOUR GREEN PATOOTIE OVER HERE RIGHT AWAY! THIS MUSCULAR BRONZE-SKINNED GREEK...grecian? Greco...THIS BRONZE-SKINNED DO-GOODER IS WRECKING ONE OF MY TIMESHARES! Oh, I just made the deposit! And got the /mystery box!/ And it was *mayonnaise!* It's always mayo- H-HEY, THAT'S EXPENSIVE, YOU CAN'T JUST-" Click. Click. "AND I NEED YOU HERE FOR THE SWIMSUIT SPOT! SO HURRY UP!"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja finds himself chuckling at Shego's rather cheeky comment. Blame it on the Shard Seeker's and a certain wolfess' influence that he hasn't slapped her for it. "Quite, quite M'Lady." The offer is made, and Faruja finds himself briefly glancing to the Inquisitor. She nods slightly, and the rat takes leave to handle this himself. A book, his Church's Holy Text, is placed on the chair arm nearest Shego. She practically screams mercenary to the young knight. "I am...hardly against 'stacking the odds' as they say, in this situation. An...acquaintance of mine shall be joining me for this endeavor as well as Lady Deel. Should you and yours win, however, we of the Church would be more than willing to compensate you quite tidily should you win the Shard. I shall 'watch your back', as they say, and gain what I desire. And you shall not only serve a pious and righteous cause, but you shall gain that which may motivate you more than the shard itself. These terms shall be equitable to both parties, yes?" the Burmecian counter-offers in response. He finds mercenaries work best for money. Turning to Deel, the rat frowns. "I would be loathe to trust anyone whom claims to be a deity falsely." Pause. "...I truly pity this 'Shego'."

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Hades INTERUPTS THE POSE ORDER. Like a boss. Hades appears right behind Faruja, "So hi. Hades, LORD of the dead. Nice to meet you, how ya doin'? So I hear you just said something, just a moment ago...what was it..." Hades flares red, "THAT I'M A FALSE GOD?!" he calms down immediately, staring Faruja in the eye, "Is that what I heard?"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi slinks a bit away from Faruja. Shida slinks EVEN FURTHER away, towards Isaac of course.

:'''[[Cirra Constantine]] has posed:''' Cirra glances over the stone tablet, "This isn't a contract for the games at all." she frowns at Phil, and lifts the tablet over the little satyr's head and lets go of it, letting it fall. The Judge stands up in a huff and vaults over the railing to walk across the arena and uses the chisel to sign her name on the leaderboard.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Uh oh, there goes Faruja, getting himself into trouble! Hades hmm? She likes his hair! Totally awesome! And! And he lights himself on fire just like she does! ...Huh...

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' BSOD That is what Deelel about does her eyes seem to be blue for a moment, if you look deeply you will see little white letters about some error or another. She just looks at hades and Faruja kinda frozen there like deer in head lights one might say she's crashed.

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Faruja /really/ hates it when people teleport behind him. The rat spins around, spear gripped...but not yet leveled. He's not here to cause a scene. One red eye narrows, holy Light bleeding off of the Paladin as he sends a death glare right back at the much taller being. Being so short has never sucked more. Deel's crash is ignored for the moment, as is the fact people are now slinking away from him. Scowl! "Well met, Ser. Faram bless." Said, of course, out of politeness rather than actually meaning it. Fire. The Templar winces, but manages to stand his ground. Why is it /always/ fire? "Yes, Ser, that is /exactly/ what I said. There is no deity beyond Holy Faram, all else are naught but false idols and deceptive fallen spirits, demons, or abominations." It's not like he can say anything other than that with an Inquisitor beside him. The great part is, he sounds like he means it. Speaking of the Inquisitor, she doesn't bother to look up, keeping her pistol trained on Hades' back discretely within her robes. Her quill doesn't stop moving the entire time. Reaching over, Faruja taps Deel. "Do not be afraid, Lady Deel."

:'''[[Shego]] has posed:''' Shego smirks at Faruja, bringing up a hand to 'fingergun' him with a wink, before saying with an encouraging sort of voice. "Right, right. All in the service of saving lives! I..." This is the point where Hades appears, and Shego's eyes widen. "...I... am going to be right over there as you talk with that guy." Exit stage left for Shego - meaning, a handful of steps are taken to one side. And, although Shego found herself a bit fascinated with watching Hades - a god of hellfire was entirely attention-grabbing in her eyes, that... commerical plays. Rolling her eyes, Shego releases a world-weary sigh as her attention is drawn to the commerical playing on the screen. Closing her eyes, she kinda dips her face forward into her palm. Soon enough, she was stepping towards the exit of the arena with a quickened step, although she'd take a moment to stop by the leaderboards - get her name in and everything. Another pause, and she walks towards one of the television cameras tracking her, to quickly grab it and pull it to her face. "Yeah, yeah, another misled do-gooder type. I'll be right there. But /not/ until the words 'I need you here for the swimsuit spot' are NEVER spoken again, alright?"

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "....I'm going to be treating a lot of burn wounds today, aren't I?" she asks no one in particular, lowering her head and covering it with her hands. She can't watch!

:'''[[Hades]] has posed:''' Hades smiles suddenly...it is like a shark. There is a brief flicker of flame, in the pistol trained on him, Hades doesn't even turn around to look at her. That Pistol becomes /red hot/ and impossible to handle...unless you can touch really REALLY hot things. "OH right...I remember now. You're one of Ajora's boys, right? I gotcha..." Hades says, wrapping a arm around Faruja's shoulders. "Alright. I gotcha. You're cute. That's real cute." he says, patting his shoulder before walking back down. Those flames just got VERY CLOSE...but nothing burns. "Good luck, kid, I'm rootin' for ya." And then BAM back on stage. "And this concludes this! Remember, TNT, tune in for more amazing programing!"

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac makes a pantomimed gesture of intense pain in his heart when Shego dismisses him so casually. He smirks behind her for a second after, and then turns back to Shida. He senses... awkwardness. He isn't used to awkwardness. He doesn't often have problems talking to people, but when you do something to sort of casually resurrect one... "How's life treating you, Shida?" He smiles again. Hades pops up. Isaac double-takes, then shifts slightly in his seat away from ground zero. He clears his throat and calls, "You should maybe be more respectful to the local lords of cycles involving universal events, even if his job clashes with your particular view on the universe. Your world is only one of the ones out there; might be a good plan to try to broaden your horizons before passing judgement that'll get you killed." Isaac finds himself glancing in the opposite direction when Shego takes off, wondering if she actually has a green patootie.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Despite Shego going 'nope', Shida still smiles at her--if a bit nervously because there's an irate Hades nearby. She seems terribly relieved when Hades laughs it off. Emi manages to maintain a blank expression but her body shifts mildly, a quiet exhalation of breath. "Oh yes, I'd like to think so." Shida says. But it seems Shego has to depart quickly due to Herculean problems. Shego watches after her for a few moments hwen Isaac asks a question that probably has a bit more meaning for Shida than it does for most. Emi tilts her head, wondering about Shego's 'green patootie' as well, but quickly straightens up in case someone's watching. "This one thinks she has a far greater appreciation of life, having experienced the lack of it. Shida of the Network has been spending a lot of time in Fluorgis lately." She admits. "It's a very pretty city. Um. I'm sorry if at first I seemed ungrateful. We were just rather stunned. Nobody had ever quite done anything like that for us before and, honestly, we did not think something like that was possible." She needles her fingers together. "Isaac is correct," Emi tells Faruja. "To prosletyze is fine, but the forceful direct method is not always the proper one."

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Shego gets a smile in return, and a nod. Plan in motion! There's an arm about his small shoulders. No doubt the Lord of the Dead has to stoop a touch to get 'round him! The fact that Hades is so blasted charming and likable, yet clearly against everything his religion teaches only infuriates him more. It might be hard to tell whether his trembling is in nigh-unquenchable rage or fear of being light on fire for about the fourth time in two weeks. Those with sensitive noses might realize it's roughly fifty fifty. The pistol clatters to the ground, the older woman cursing under her breath and holding her now burnt hand. She manages to keep her poise, but now her red robes are marked up with spilled ink. Another name is written down. No doubt Hades is going to get her dry cleaning bill. Those patronizing words have the rat's muzzle flapping wordlessly. He simply has no words, what little sound his makes being angry squeaking sounds like a rabid rat. The Templar has descended into the Angrish language. Give him a moment. When he finally calms down to speak properly, Hades is Poof'd away. "...And be /GONE/ you mocking, honey-tongued knave!" Grrr! Isaac and Shida both are swiftly turned to. The Templar has to bite down on his gauntlet to keep himself from saying anything rude to unofficial allies. At least he knows when his temper's getting the better of him. A good thirty seconds later, his knee-jerk initial thoughts are long gone. "I stand by my words, dear Ser, Lady Emi. 'Twould be unbecoming to do otherwise." Frown. "However, 'tis a folly to enrage a powerful creature in the presence of innocents. For that, you have my apologies." He gives the pair a bow. Maybe not quite what they wanted, but it's all they'll get for the moment. Poke! "Come, Lady Deel! Let us sign up for this horrible comedy-play, and let it be done with. Mmm. I know exactly whom to call upon for this."

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel is recovering from her suprise. She's looking at Faruja for a moment she looks at him and just sighs as she shakes her head. "Faruja you must learn better control. I don't wish to ruin our chances at the shard. But ... are you all right?"

:'''[[Faruja Senra]] has posed:''' Sigh. The rat's temper isn't doing him any favors today. "...Quite, quite. The Abomi.../gentleman/ has not harmed me." Bows and blessings all around, and he leaps off towards the signup area!

:'''[[Isaac Hanlon]] has posed:''' Isaac tends to ask questions that have actual relevence /and/ double as bad jokes. This is also why he's listening instead of just kind of blowing her off. She's come back from the dead -- something most people cannot claim to have done, or will ever do. It's got to be something a little bit unnerving. "It's alright. It's just my firm belief that 'impossible' is just a word people use to make themselves feel better about themselves when they fail. I'm glad you're doing well after all of that, is all. It's gotta be rough to go through." Isaac frowns at Faruja. He watches him leap off, sighs a little to himself, and stands up. Isaac slips his tablet into his coat pocket. "C'mon. Let's go make sure we're on that list. We'd better get that shard before someone else does something crazy with it."

How Stitch Got a Police Hat

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|Date of Scene=2013/01/17
|Location=Traverse Town - District 2
|Synopsis=CAPGRAS, in the guise as Liz encounters Ingrid and Stitch. Nobody knows if this is a net gain for Restoration OR Ruin...
|Cast of Characters=Stitch, CAPGRAS, Ingrid Third
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:'''[[CAPGRAS]] has posed:''' In the city of Traverse Town, a little girl recently was kidnapped by heartless, only to be returned thanks to the efforts of the TDA. However, the little girl was kept under the ward of the TDA, except right now when she managed to get outside of the office and go back to walking around. She tours the city...almost like she had never been here before (despite the fact she's been a resident sense the fall of Manhattan) and is famous for a rabbit that has been used to great effectiveness to kill Heartless. Right now, she is staring at the fountain, almost like she's trying to understand it's function...and horribly failing at it. She puts her hand into the water once, and yanks it right back out, shivering... "Cold.." she comments, and sets the rabit down on the edge of the fountain, which stays perfectly still...well, that's not odd given it's a stuffed animal.

:'''[[Ingrid Third]] has posed:''' There are many young girls in Traverse Town as it is a fairly bustling city since the fall of Manhattan and the relocation of so many refugees, however, there is another one of particular note that is present in this district as well. Ingrid's military-style combat boots crunch on the smooth stone as she wanders down the wide streets, weaving through the crowds with a casual stride. Her eyes scan the faces of everyone that she passes by, lingering only a moment to commit their features to her incredible memory. Eventually her meandering path carries her to the next district and through the wide plaza that has become the unofficial gathering place for most of the social mingling that goes on in the town. Perhaps the fountain and the open space reminds the former big city residents of their grand parks. Ingrid crosses the zone, keeping her eyes on the shadowy corners and alleyways as the Heartless have been known to ambush people from there, according to rumors. There are no shadowy demons to assault anyone today, however, atleast for the moment. Drawing up next to the small girl at the fountain, Ingrid slips her backpack off and rests it down against the white marble edge with a sigh. All of this gear was actually pretty heavy for someone her size. "Hey there. Nice rabbit," Ingrid leans forward and splashes some water on her face, rubbing at her tired eyes. Six hours of searching the town with no better results than the day before.

:'''[[Stitch]] has posed:''' Hmmmm. Many Young Girls, eh? Well, that would happen to be why Sherlock Stitch is here in the Traverse Town himself. The fluffy blue alien is decked out in what can only be described as Holmes Attire, as he's sporting a huge Sherlock Holmes hat, which is way too big for his widdle head and occasionally blows bubbles out of his bubble pipe as he makes his way down the street and in the general direction of the fountain. He's humming some random Elvis song to himself as he skip-step-sttop-fix hat-skip-steps in that direction. Eventually, he gets close enough to the fountain to utter, "Hmmmmm." at it in that drastically over cuteness tone of his. And from out of nowhere, Sherlock Stitch reveals an enormous magnifying glass which he uses to inspect the fountain. And there he goes, wandering around the fountain, looking at it through a magnifying glass... and nothing else. "No worry, Lilo. Stitch find you." His ears go down a little bit in sadness. "Promise." Poor Stitch.

:'''[[CAPGRAS]] has posed:''' The little girl looks up at Ingrid for a moment, examining her a bit. She looks back to the water as Ingrid splashes her face, and she looks at the water confused. Shrugging, she mimics the action, splashing it into her face and causing her to look surprised. Wiping her face from it, and shivering she frowns...she really is starting to hate Fountains! Instead, she mumbles something and takes the rabbit in her hands. "Uh..thanks, ma'am." she says, a bit timid...she is a stranger, and older, but not too much older. CAPGRAS however, understands that the girl to her right is...tired, it indicates several signs of exhaustion, based on the information the little girl understood. Tired, or sad... No tears, so it decides tired. THEN STITCH INTERUPT. The little girl looks at the alien, staring at it for a minute....CAPGRAS does something she is not entirely sure why she does it...but she walks over to the strange alien... and tries to pick it up with a hug.

:'''[[Ingrid Third]] has posed:''' Wiping the water and hopefully some of the fatigue from her face, Ingrid turns to peer over at the girl with a faint smile as she mimics her but apparently finds the cool liquid to be rather less refreshing than herself. "I'm Ingrid. Nice to meet yo--woah?!" The sudden arrival of Stitchlock Homles makes the SeeD cadet jump backwards, hand going for the tonfa at her waist. A monster here in town? How did it get this far without any screaming or commotion? However, she pauses -- the fact that everyone could clearly see them and no one was reacting was strange. Besides, monsters don't usually dress so... adorably. Relaxing slightly, Ingrid straightens up and smoothes her jacket out, peering towards Stitch and the little girl. Perhaps it is just the natural affinity for children to enjoy cute and cuddly things but she is far more bold than Ingrid would be in these cirumstances. "Hey maybe you should... nevermind."

:'''[[Stitch]] has posed:''' Stitch, for the record, is really, really, really heavy. It's possible to pick him up but it is likely harder than it looks like it would be, considering the nature of this creature's creation. Right now, though, he's kind of focused on the fact that his magnifying glass has fallen from his paw and he just sort of frowns a bit more. He huffs in the next moment, his Stitchlock Holmes hat falling down over his face as much as it possibly can. "Ih. Ih. Hiiiiii." Stitch looks more annoyed than anything that he is being hugged right now, but immediately starts trying to wriggle free so that he can drop back down to the ground and scurry for his magnifying glass. It's brand new! -Really- brand new. It still has the price tag on it. Scooping it up, he looks from one girl to the other and then back again. Head tilting and eye peering through the magnifying glass as if inspecting them with it is going to make everything that much clearer. "Seen Lilo?" is asked of both girls, as if they just automatically know what he's talking about. He immediately flumps back down and yanks off his hat, digging around until he comes out with a crude crayon drawn picture of Lilo that may or may not actually look like her in any capacity. He waves it at them. Help.

:'''[[CAPGRAS]] has posed:''' The girl is surprised by Stitch being both heavy, and able to get out of her grasp! She litterally looks surprised, and stumbles back. Thinking about Stitch for a moment, she reconsiders...and picks up the rabit again and looks at Ingrid. "I'm Liz.." she says, a little disppointed, and looks back towards Stitch. She tilts her head to one side, and looks at the picture.... "...I haven't seen this." she says, looking at the figure drawn in crayon. "Maybe you should go to Hearts Intertwined..? They take care of me, because mommy and daddy are gone." she says, softly. "They are looking for them, and taking care of me while I wait." continues and looks towards Ingrid. "Are you searching too?"

:'''[[Ingrid Third]] has posed:''' Crossing her arms, Ingrid takes a few steps foward and peers at the crude drawing without blinking for a few moments, trying to decipher some recognizable features out of the messy crayon scribbles. It is supposed to be a girl, guessing more from the name than the picture. "Uh... no, I can't say that I've seen her... sorry." Her gaze switches back to the girl, Liz she said, and she smiles again. "That's a good idea, Liz. Hearts Intertwined is a charity organization that feeds and shelters the homeless," she explains for Stitch. "If your friend got lost or seperated from her parents she might have ended up there." A nod is given to the girl and she reaches into her jacket, withdrawing a small black fold of leather which she flips open to reveal a shiny brass triangular badge with the words Safety Patrol embossed around a large star. "Ingrid Third, Safety Patrol and SeeD cadet. I'm here on business. We got reports of large numbers of people disappearing in this area, especially around the beach. I've been searching for some clues as to their whereabouts but haven't had any luck yet." She closes the badge and tucks it away again. "If you like I could look for your friend Lilo while I'm at it."

:'''[[Stitch]] has posed:''' "No Parents. Just Nani." Stitch tries to explain the best he can. It's not like he really understands it anyway. He just knows what he heard. And even that isn't that much. He shoves the picture back into his hat and throws it back onto his head in the next moment, before he just kind of sits and pouts for a bit more. But then, everyone is introducing themselves and that has him pushing up and standing as tall (ha!) as he can. Clawed fingers go to his own chest and he announces proudly, "Stitch!" And then there's something shiny being presented. "Oooooo." Stitch's eyes are lit up at the Safety Patrol Badge. He watches it until it is tucked away again, after which he just frowns. It takes his brain a half-second to catch up with the conversation because all he can think about is wanting to take that badge. But that would be a bad thing. Right? Right. "Stitch help!" The little blue alien nods his head at Ingrid, at the mention of searching and beaches. "Stitch go with you!" If Stitch is understanding any of this Hearts Intertwined stuff, he's not showing it. But at least he looks ready to help!

:'''[[CAPGRAS]] has posed:''' Liz looks between Stitch and Ingrid... Is that Jealousy? "I think he wants to help you. It is probably a good thing he does...the heartless are dangerous." she says, with a nod... "They come for you...and take you away to a strange place with a strange man with lines. He gets mad if you run away." she says again, with a faint nod with something like understanding. "Well, sense you have a partner, I can tell you how to activate him." she says again. PRESS SQUARE TO SKIP THE TUTORIAL!

:'''[[Ingrid Third]] has posed:''' "Uh, that's okay, Liz." Ingrid holds up a hand, cutting the girl off from saying anything more. TUTORIAL SKIPPED. With the shiny badge safely secured, the SeeD cadet peers back at the two of them as they both chip in their help in different ways. The newly introduced Stitch gets a nod in response. "Nice to meet you, Stitch. Hmm, I suppose I don't have any problems with you tagging along. An extra pair of eyes never hurts." Liz's sudden revelation causes her eyes to go wide and she turns back to stare at the girl. "Wait... are you saying you've been abducted by the Heartless?" Wait! Her photographic memory is tingling! Suddenly obsessed with some random thought, Ingrid walks over to her backpack and digs through one of the many pouches until she produces a manilla envelope. Flipping through it reveals dossiers and pictures on the missing people but she quickly thumbs through them until coming to a familiar face. "Crackers...! You're one of the missing people in my report." She tucks the folder back in the pocket and walks over to rest a hand on Liz's shoulder. "Hey, your friends have been really worried about you. What can you tell me about the place where the Heartless took you? Did you see any other people there?"

:'''[[CAPGRAS]] has posed:''' Liz looks towards Ingrid, and nods... "It was dark...scary looking. I really didn't see anything...but I managed to run...and I dunno how but I found my way back here." She says, shaking her head...she looks like she's shaking a little. "The heartless came back for me...and Emi and her sister saved me. They took me to the TDA to talk, but I slipped out." she says, "I didn't see anyone else...the heartless were all...bugs and weird. The man there had lines on him." she says, hugging the rabbit closer to herself.

:'''[[Stitch]] has posed:''' Stitch is already attempting to make sure that he's in like flint with both of these girls, really. He's a little too busy listening to really understand what may or may not be happening at this moment. He's clearly just trying to stay in the middle of them both. They both seem like they can assist with finding Lilo and that's the most important thing to him right now. "Ac-ti-vait?" Stitch tilts his head at Liz, before turning too look at Ingrid. His eyes grow big and he's diving off in her direction, immediately reaching out to see if he can't snatch that manilla envelope. He is clearly attempting to take a gander for his own self in regards to seeing if Lilo is in that pile of pictures and dossiers of missing people. Granted, this could result in pictures and papers being thrown all over the place, but that's only if Stitch is quick enough. "Jumba activate Stitch!" That should be an explanation

:'''[[Ingrid Third]] has posed:''' Stitch manages to tackle the folder out of her grasp as Ingrid goes to put it away again, which causes her to yank her hand away in surprise. "Hey! Be care--" And then paper and pictures start flying. Her eyes narrow to reflect the annoyance this brings her tidy nature. "--ful. Ugh, whatever." Fortunately, most of the important information was already stored in her head so she leaves the strange creature to maul her files in peace. Liz's story causes her to place a hand on her chin and hum thoughtfully. "Very strange. Excuse me a moment, would you, Liz?" She gives the girl a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before wandering away to sit on the banister of some nearby stone stairs out of earshot of the others. A small phone-like communicator is withdrawn from a small holster on her belt and she flips it open, dialing a few numbers from memory. "Hey, Tehama? Ingrid, can you run a check for me and see if there are any reports of Heartless capturing people alive in the past? Also I need a run down of an organization called the 'TDA'." A female voice comes through, should anyone have strong enough hearing to pick it out. "Sure thing, Ingrid. The reports will take some time to search but I can tell you what we know about the TDA right now. The files on them indicate that they are a freelance detective agency. Formerly based in Manhattan, now relocated to Traverse Town. Run by a man by the name of Mercade Alexander. I'm sending you a photo now." "Thanks. Oh and see if the names Lilo or Stitch bring up any matches while you're at it." "I'm on it."

:'''[[Stitch]] has posed:''' Hypersensitive Hearing has Stitch listening in to the conversation, while making the paperwork and pictures fly all over the place. He's not going to be cleaning it up either. When the last picture is hurled off in a random direction, Stitch pouts and ends up scurrying back over to where Liz and Ingrid are, flumping down onto the ground and just looking back and forth between the two of them. He sighs somewhat overdramatically. "Stitch miss Lilo." is muttered underneath his breath, before his ear twitches as he finally catches up on the Liz part of this conversation. And that's when he turns to look at her! "You!" He leaps dramatically and aims to grab and shake the Liz with very excited and epic intentions. "Take Stitch to Heartless!" He looks like he's getting angry. Not at Liz. But at the thought of the Heartless!

:'''[[CAPGRAS]] has posed:''' Liz looks confused, as Ingrid gave her a comforting shoulder squeeze and wondered off. Odd... CAPGRAS didn't understand it, but she observes...her hearing overheard the phone conversation, but she instead just simply records this all for later... And then suddenly STITCH! Liz flails, screaming a little as she is caught by surprise and falls over. "Noooo...No heartless!" she says, trying not cry. She holds the bunny at Stitch threateningly!

:'''[[Ingrid Third]] has posed:''' The sudden screaming and shaking as she turns around causes Ingrid to gape for a moment before she kicks into action. From where she was standing it looked like the monsterous, if cute, Stitch had finally shown his true colors! The tonfa at her side comes out, several pieces of Materia embedded in its polycarbon shaft gleaming with internal power. She rushes back over to the fountain and grabs the furry little blue demon, trying to pull him away from the frightened girl. The unexpected weight of the monster catches her offguard and when she heaves and nothing happens, Ingrid just blinks and steps away, twirling her tonfa defensively at her side. "Crackers, you weigh a ton!" She shakes her head and glares at Stitch with determinatin. "You need to back away, Stitch. You're scaring her."

:'''[[Stitch]] has posed:''' Blink. Blink blink. Stitch throws his hands up and backs away... just a little bit. He drops down to all fours and his mouth is still open, drool pooling out of it at a somewhat alarming rate. He just looks at both of the girls and ends up sitting in the most dog style manner he can. He tilts his head, as if trying to comprehend what just happened and what he did wrong. "Stitch sorry..." comes from the little blue alien, as he tries to apologize. He's even got an apologetic look in his big, adorable, eyes. BIG EYES. "Heartless... took Lilo." Stitch explains. Well, at least that's what he's thinking happened. Stitch makes motions with his claws from himself to the Liz & Ingrid connection. He just wants to help.

:'''[[CAPGRAS]] has posed:''' Liz calms down after a moment, she takes a breath... CAPGRAS is completely confused at her reaction...this form is...emotional. Hm, it might be time to dump this form for a older and more mature one in the near future. The bunny is clutched to her, as she considers Stitch for a moment, and then frowns.. "Oh..." she says, "I'm sorry." and then back to Ingrid, and gives her a strained smile, "T-thanks." she manages, and then back to Stitch. "I...I think you need to find who's making the heartless do things...not the heartless."

:'''[[Ingrid Third]] has posed:''' The older girl gives Stitch a skeptical stare for several moments, eyes narrowing slightly but eventually the power of the eyes overcomes her resistances and she sighs, sheathing her weapon again. "Fine, fine, enough with the puppy eyes. Just tone down the energy a little." Turning back to Liz, Ingrid again pats her on the shoulder to calm her down. "Don't mention it. He seems harmless, I think he just has a little trouble communicating." The suggestion makes her pause, recalling something else that the girl said before. "Liz, this 'man with lines on him', what can you tell me about him? Do you think he was behind the Heartless attack or was he taken like you were?"

:'''[[Stitch]] has posed:''' Stitch stops the eyes the moment he's not being scolded anymore. Which, honestly, makes it seem like he wasn't even sorry in the first place. He's up and running around at this point, grabbing things that probably belong to other things. There's the sound of metal crunching and twisting, which couples with the sound of hammering and slamming and to try and keep up with Stitch's movements would be somewhat hard to do. But then again, he's done by the time the girls have finished this part of their conversation. It looks like he's built a weapon, of some sort? It looks like an axe. A jagged toothed axe made from... Somewhere in the distance, a lightbulb falls and smashes. ... that street light. "Stitch ready!" Time to kill some Heartless!

:'''[[CAPGRAS]] has posed:''' Liz turns back to Ingrid and nods. "Well...he had these lines running across his body...red lines. He...the heartless didn't attack him, he looked like he was ordering them to do things." she looks like she doesn't wana continue talking about this...not even a little bit. "He was...bad, he was just...so cold and mean and bad." There is a crunching noise, and Liz's eyes fall back to Stitch, who...is weilding a. She points the bunny back at him again. Nervously.

:'''[[Ingrid Third]] has posed:''' A man responsible for ordering the Heartless around. This could be big news. Or it could be something everyone already knows about. Ingrid was still pretty new to the whole overwhelming forces of Darkness thing. Still she takes mental note of everything that gets said, as always. "Red lines on his body... like tattoos?" Even as she asks the question, Ingrid picks up on the look Liz is giving her and shakes her head. "Nevermind. Sorry for being so nosy, you don't have to answer...?!" Crashing, hammering, otherwise ominous noises. Ingrid winces at the implications even before turning around to see the rather deadly if ramshackle weapon that Stitch has assembled. If the look on her face is any indication, she is not particularly amused. The law upholding side of her is facepalming at the wanton destruction of property but the fact that there probably isn't much she can do about it just makes her sigh. "Yes, I can see that." Ingrid pulls the other girl aside and whispers to her, "Look, Liz, I need to get this thing out of town before it wrecks anything else. I think you should go back to the TDA and stay with them until they find someone to watch over you, alright?"

:'''[[Stitch]] has posed:''' Stitch keeps the axe hoisted up on his shoulder... which looks dangerously adorable because it is bigger than him. But still, he's listening and ready to get on the move in the next few moments. "Stitch kill Heartless. Save Lilo. Help you next." Stitch tells this to Liz as if h's preparing to go off on a journey of self-discovery or something. It's more like he's about to destroy everything in his path! And yes, that is why Stitch is turning and starting to run off in a random direction! He has no idea if there are Heartless in that direction, but he's hoping that Safety Patrol person comes with him! She's the one with the plan! He's the one with the axe-cution! "Goobaja!"

:'''[[CAPGRAS]] has posed:''' Liz stares at the Alien again... But luckily Ingrid is smart and pulls her asside and speaks to her softly, which does wonders. "R-right...I'll...go back I guess." she nods a bit slowly, "T-thanks..." she says and with a nervous look back to Stitch, she skitters back towards the TDA... You think.

:'''[[Ingrid Third]] has posed:''' Ingrid nods at Liz and gives her a final quick smile, sending her on her way with a soft pat on the back. She watches the girl wander off for a few moments before turning and glaring after the mutant alien fuzzy dropbear thing. "Hey, get back here!" She starts to give chase then remembers her backpack, taking a few moments to heft the bulky container onto her shoulders, then turns and rushes off down the street after him.

Gigas Aftermath

2013-01-18T04:51:23Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/01/17
|Location=Fluorgis - City
|Synopsis=Emi and Ang talk about stuff in the Aftermath of the Gigas fight.
|Cast of Characters=Angantyr Vespar, Emi Dennou
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:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' With the Gigas defeated, and Ang back at the bar, and letting Perci off, he pours himself another drink and kicks back. The mace hits the ground next to him, proped up against the bar itself and manages to escape being asked questions by the authorities. They were just going to let THAT one go. That and they had enough witnesses, including the keeper. Imi has managed to get a few drinks into the man, who seems to be taking them in stride, without very little indication of being intoxicated. But what does Imi talk to Ang about, or does Emi get invoed?! WHAT DOES LEGION DO!?

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' WHAT DOES LEGION DO? Well first, Emi steps outside a bit to place a few phone calls and maybe get this guy some help with cleaning up his bar. Emi does not have much money but she does have SOME. She has a tendency to pick up part time jobs beyond just helping out with the detective agency--simply because that is something she enjoys and it also serves as a way to hear things. For now though she hefts up a broom and starts sweeping. Do they even have anything to say to Ang? "When you were fighting Riku," Emi says as Imi comforts the bartender. "why was that?"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr looks towards Emi... "Uh, nothing important. It wasn't a serious fight in reality. Neither of us was looking to kill the other, though I was going box his ears for what he DID do." Angantyr says, with a shrug. He finishes the glass, and pours himself yet another pitcher of Ale. "Are you friends with Riku? I'd think that he wouldn't have many of those, given who he's with and what he did...but eh, who can tell these days?"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "We never knew of Manhattan until after it fell, nor did we know of Riku before knowing what he did." Emi says. "The Network supposes that may mean we never felt betrayed and were able to start with a fresh and objective look at him. Of course, had he not made Manhattan fall, it could even be argued I would not have met certain individuals who proceeded to save our lives and rescue us from an untenable situation. If I were so selfish, I would actually have to thank him for what he had done." Emi sweeps. "But nevertheless, whatever cruel acts he performed, he has been nothing but kind to us, if perhaps annoyed at times, and as such we are not the ones who should harass him for what he had done. We are not so innocent ourselves, this one would like to think." Emi looks up and over to Ang. "If we are friends or not, that is likely up to him, however, The Network does not have a solid understanding of him."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Tell me, how much do you know about, the Darkness. The stuff that we both use..." Angantyr asks, calmly. It is a simple enough question, but he does seem to be listening to her, perhaps there is a greater point here. "There are about two million manhatteners, that'd probably disagree with you on that point, the blessing in disguise. I'd be careful who you say that too." he warns, as a curtosy. Angantyr, however, takes another sip... "Riku's a okay kid, but he's got problems...big problems, and I kinda know what he's going through right now. It's sad, that I am not the only person in the universe that has to deal with this stuff...but.." he shrugs, "I never knew the universe to be kind."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "I did not say it was a blessing in disguise." Emi says simply enough. "I said that for ourselves it improved our situation. That is true." Indeed, a fact even. "Understanding that..." She glances over Ang. "Is partly why we will fight to help them regain their home. Repayment." SHe doesn't seem to be too worried about Manhattanites hearing this, but then again she may think they'll understand. She pauses in her sweeping to look over to Ang. "Could you explain to me, then? We do not know much about the Darkness either for that matter. If you explain, we will listen, The Network promises."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "The darkness is a force like any other. The light is the source of order, stability...in the end, we all are creatures of light. However, Darkness is...I don't want to say the opposite of light, but it does mirror it in many ways. Darkness is chaos, destruction, in a lot of ways negitivity. However, like everything else...it has a purpose, a point. Every heart has darkness, but also every heart has light." "Some of us, however, are born with...higher levels of darkness than others. Sometimes it is in our hearts, sometimes we just have mastery over it...darkness can be connected to the heart...well, it is always connected. The will to master it, rather than let it corrupt you is a fine line that those who use it must walk...or in the case of some of us, jump right in without even giving a <GOOSEHONK>." "Riku, I imagine, has a natural connection to the darkness like I do, we don't tap into a outside source, we draw it from ourselves. Many Dark Knights operate like this, they tap into the darkness between the stars, and weild it like a sword. They sacrifice to gain something strong...I? My sacrifice was decided for me before I was even born. But I digress, I do not know the source of Riku's darkness, so I can not speak on it's source...but there are a few universal truths." "It takes great will to channel the darkness and hold on to yourself. Darkness by it's very nature is corruptive...it grows more power on extreme emotions. Though intense negitive emotions work more effectively, any intense emotion feeds it. Darkness can only be used destructively...though you can use that destruction for whatever ends you want...it's power is not defensive, or creative. It is pure destruction. It is VERY GOOD at this too...it is pure entropy." "One other thing...always remember this. The brighest light, casts the deepest shadow."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi Dennou's eyes seem as blank as ever as she listens to the explanawtion, perhaps even blanker, but she does listen. Natural connections to darkness. Line to walk lest it corrupt you. Emi, being not very corrupt and not at all corrupt from outside sources, can't say she understands the idea of darkness being a corruptive force, though she supposes she does understand power as a general concept being corruptive. Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. It's not JUST a cute phrase. But luckily Ang explains just HOW the darkness does this. "Is that so...Only destructive..." She says. "Mm...then other powers are not corruptive? Just darkness? That does not seem fair, The Network analyzes simply." No wonder darkness people are so upset/annoyed/angry/insane all the time. "Still, that would mean you and Riku both have light in your heart as well? If you are especially strong with darkness, does that not mean you could be also especially strong with light? Judging from your earlier metaphor which The Network is not sure is entirely metaphor in nature?" Emi uses lightning not light so who knows.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "It's...different for me, yes I do have light in my heart..." Angantyr takes a long drink. "Years, when my family's house was founded...or perhaps before, the founder bargined with what is best described with otherworldly beings. You see he was a paladin, in a time where there were few...and more then that, a great plague was infecting the homeland. Terrible thing, so terrible it is never fully described. However, he made a bargin. He asked that he and his decendants would weild the greatest light, to drive back evil and keep our homeland safe forever." "The creature granted him such a deal, but at a price. Because one thing can not exist without the other...every generation would be born a soul with no light, only the darkness that is shunted by the others." he takes a drink. "And I am this generations lamb."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi is quiet at hearing that. She starts sweeping again. And keeps on sweeping. It makes her think, not about the darkness persay, but about other stuff entirely. She thinks about that one member of her family that is not a clone, the one she knows nothing about. Not even if she's alive or dead or Heartless or, really, what she looks like though she could probably guess on that to some extent. "But your homeland was not safe forever." She says. "Those beings violated the terms of agreement." She stops sweeping again and looks through the broom at Ang. "It could be said that our creator cursed us as well. But I suppose we would have never been created otherwise. And we are glad that we have been created, The Network explains succinctly." She pushes some dust away again. "It's strange, including one's descendents in a bargain."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr shrugs, "And it's a story. God only knows if it was made like that, or if the beings were otherworldly or anything like that. All I know it could have been made with a demon." He shrugs. "Eh. Cursed, blessed, who cares about that stuff. I got what I have, ain't nothing going to change that. I learned to cope...I got power, I got the means to do what I want without being tied down." Angantyr takes another long drink, before setting it down. "Sorry to hear about what you went through though. I have to say, humans can be the crulest thing to each other...more than any monster or demon."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "We aren't unhappy about it." Emi says, concerned her use of the word 'cursed' may have given off the wrong impression. "Though we thought you might be. At the very least because the deal had not been honored." Of course if it's just a story then there might not even be a deal. BUT THAT IS KIND OF BORING YOU KNOW? Just being a story. Then again it's also kind of a mean story, maybe it's best that it's not a for sure thing. "Since our conception our purpose was to ultimately be destroyed. The same could be said for most living beings. The Network was simply a bit more official and considerably shorter than most." She smiles briefly. "Or at least, that was the case. But presuming great light casts great shadows, then it stands to reason that the reason humans can be cruel is because of their great capacity for kindness. Is that not so?, The Network interrogates."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Yup." Angantyr answers simply. "I have been through many battles, many fights...human stupidity...human uglyness...it's out there. But there is...kindness, generosity. I've recieved it, and benifited from it." "I wana say that everyone has the capacity for that, but at the same time...I don't expect it. Do I think the average person is awful? No, I think they want...a simple life. They want to have their basic needs fulfilled...they want to live comfortably, they want to be happy. Some people get that happyness in different ways." "I used to think the light forsaken me, but...now? Who knows. I think it's there, in my heart still, but..."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Human ugliness is not something that The Network typically concerns itself with. It has, in a sense, been victim to some of its ugliest elements but it seems so apathetic to it that it's hard to tell if she even has anybody she considers morally decrepit. Maybe she doesn't. Maybe she just doesn't like judging. She's not a judge, after all, she's a detective. But perhaps most likely is that she just doesn't care. Ugliness does not have to affect her if she is unwilling to let it affect her. She grumped at Percival, yes, but it wasn't because he was an example of ugliness but rather because she had expected better from him--as he preached better. Though, of course, Percival is a noble gargoyle so the situation could be said to not really pertain to humanity. "Living simply is not bad. Going out of your way to be kind is not any better than wishing to not bother anybody, this one thinks." She thinks it over and adds, "You do not seem like someone without light in their heart, The Network admits."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "...Thanks." Ang says with another long drink. "It actually his heartening to hear that. Maybe once I wouldn't give a crap...or even ignore you. But..." he shrugs. "Well, lets just say, spending time as a monster gave me a really strange perception on myself." Angantyr considers for a moment. "And your right...wanting just to be happy isn't wrong." he takes a breath, "Tell me. I'm curious. What...do you want out of life and everything? I come to understand you finally have time to consider this."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "A 'monster'?" Emi asks. "Like Avira?" Though she wouldn't say at all that she was a monster, but she is aware that many people CONSIDER that sort of thing to be monstrous. She knows, of course, that Avira isn't a monster NOW and neither is Ang, so she reasons that there's something involved there that included the two of them even if she never saw MONSTAR ANG. But Ang, when you really just shoot the shit with him, doesn't seem to really be a guy covered in Z DARKNESS. Really, it makes her think of... well not Will, but perhaps ... perhaps Bill Derman? Yeah maybe that guy. Well Bill Derman seems to have more angst about it than Ang does. More... ANG-ST than ANG in fact. "Mm... Well, that is a big question isn't it?" Emi asks. "The Network has many desires. But for this one, I think... I am happy being a detective. A detective helps those who can get help from nowhere else!" She says. "Those words mean a lot to me. Because those words helped me, which The NEtwork supposes it is selfish? But..." She smiles again. "We like that idea. There are always people who can get help from nowhere, it is very reassuring to think that there are people whose duty is to help those very people. Even if not everybody is helped, there are those doing their best to look out for them. We do not need much from life. For the longest time, simply 'living' could have been considered a goal of ours. Now that we have achieved that goal, the situation seems a bit...unlimited." Not with a capital U at least.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Life is ment to be lived...time is made to be spent, after all." Angantyr says. "And yes, Like Avira...it was a complicated situation." he admits. He is totally nothing LIKE Will, you take that back. He has money, good smelling clothes, and very little emotional problems. "Well, it's a good goal, but eventually you're gona wana find something that you strictly wana do. Maybe this is it, maybe not...who knows. But I guess you got your whole life to decide that, sense you're free from that <GOOSEHONK> that traped you before." He thinks about this for a moment, "You're all good kids."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi nods slowly, sweeping more gunk off to the side. This is a long job and she's been stopping periodically. I DIDN'T SAY WILL I SAID BILL. BILL DERMAN. TOTALLY DIFFERENT PERSON. Imi taps the side of her head, drawing Emi's attention to her. She nods to her and moves to set aside the broom. IT seems like they have to get going shortly. Maybe something else is up. "That's kind of you to say. We hope you've found something similar for yourself. We should get going, Ang." She lowers her head, thinking about how to articulate this next bit before adding, "Destruction...and creation are not so different this one thinks." She lowers her head further. "Please take care of yourself." The two head on out.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr nods, and waves to the two as they finally head out. "You think? Who knows, maybe when I get older and wiser." he says, and nods to the pair. "You as well. But if you need a hired muscle, I know a guy who might give you guys a deal." Angantyr says. He stands up, taking the mace. Perhaps it was time to get sober.

Angantyr Vespar

2013-01-15T05:51:42Z

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|sex=Male
|height=6' 5''
|weight=250 lbs
|series=Final Fantasy 12
|styles=Dark Knight
|hometown=Unknown (Destroyed by Arcadia)
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=None
|occupation=Sellsword
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}}
==Profile==
Angantyr, is called many things. A Sell sword, mercenary, and degenerate among other things. Originally from a country of small consequence, conquered by the Arcadian empire during their imperialistic march through Ivalice. The country, invaded and nearly destroyed, and the young Angantyr taking it as simply not being strong enough to resist. The country absorbed, he took to selling his services to the highest bidder, slowly and carefully looking to one day raise a force powerful enough to start war with the Arcadian empire. Angantyr is hot headed, but tempered to an extent. While he tends to sell his sword to whoever can pay the most, he has been known to take jobs from those fighting the Arcadian empire for less than his normal sum, and always charges the Arcadians high. Angantyr is a bit sarcastic and callous, a bit wild and unafraid to get dirty. However, much of this attitude hides a deeper empathy towards others, than he would admit.

==Skills==
The Cynic, Former Rich Kid, Ambition is Evil, Back Story, Black Knight?, Black Sheep Of The Family, Character Derailment (Blame Jasmine), Dark Is Not Evil, Good Is Not Nice, Heroic Bastard, I Have A Brother, Does Not Go Home For Christmas, Tutored by Chaos, Has Evil Friends, As Good Friends, Jerkass, Loony Friends Improve Your Personality, Only In It For The Money, Pragmatic, Map Making, Knowledge: Nobility, Knowledge: Chaos, Knowledge: Darkness, Knowledge: Math
==Abilities==

'''Weaponmaster:''' Angantyr is a master of various weapons, from sword, to maces, and Axes. He's got a good grip on anything that can be wielded with two hands but is noted for a two handed mace with talon like spikes that come from it.

'''Strong Willed:''' The man was trained to master his will over Darkness. To this extent his will is iron, and does not get daunted by the power he yields without considerable effort.

'''Dauntless:''' The man is a power house of physical ability. He can go quite a while without needing sleep and can fight for considerable time before he starts breaking down.

'''Darkness:''' Angantyr wields the power of darkness, but unlike most that tread his path, his was born not of selfish desire or a greater desire of power: he was born with this. Angantyr himself is not sure of the origins, except from stories passed throughout his family, but he is a font of darkness, and instead of pulling it from outside to use, he draws it from himself. He can also use corridors of darkness to travel.

'''Map making:''' Angantyr picked up the art of map making as a child, and while he does not often get a chance to use the abilities, he does take great pride in his work.

'''Nobility:''' Angantyr was born to a noble house, and has a variety of education and knowledge that would not be common to those not born to a well to do family. Despite his dislike of how he was treated, he can not deny that it has been a help to him over the years in a variety of ways.

==Relationships==
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|Allies
|[[Avira]], [[Maira]], [[Jasmine]], [[Garland]]
|-
|Acquaintances
| [[Faris Scherwiz]] ,[[Riku]], [[Mica Melchiott]] , [[Negaduck]] , [[Baigan]]
|-
|Adversaries
| [[Seith]], [[Leida]] , [[Zargabaath]] , [[Kaydin]] , [[Morrighan Alazne]] , [[Katyna Redsvaren]], [[Rallius Vespar]], [[Cirra Constantine]], [[Faruja Senra]], [[LEXUS]], [[Gabranth]]
|-
|}

===Allies===
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|'''[[Avira]]''' || VALKYRI/Twilight Detective Agency || Forces of Restoration || Avira is a girl he met months ago near Rabanastre, a girl who could barely hold her own with a sword, and claimed to be from the world. However, he saw something in her and agreed to personally train her. Angantyr Admires her determination and will, but wonders about her lofty ideas sometimes. However, she faced his inner darkness and overcame it with her pure willpower and...something else.
|-
|'''[[Maira]]'''|| VALKYRI ||Forces of Restoration || One of Avira's friends. An oddball, but she has a sense of...chaoticness that Angantyr loves.
|-
|'''[[Jasmine]]''' || Princess of Heart || Forces of Restoration || Kind and caring. Their first meeting was recovering Avira from Baron's hands. However, she hired him to protect her while she rested...and got himself involved with something else. Angantyr does not know fully how to handle her. There is something about her that is so pure, that he doesn't understand. Those bathed in the light as she is usually treat him with suspicion and fear...but she only wants to know more. The more they talk, too, the more he thinks.
|-
|'''[[Garland]]'''|| Shadow Lords || Forces of Ruin || His master and teacher of mastering his darkness. Garland has taught him a great many things, and he respects Garland like a student should. However, the two have disagreed over some things in the past, but often is treated by Garland as an learning opportunity for the man. Brutal and tolerating no weakness, the dark master of Chaos has helped forge Angantyr into the man he is today.
|-
|}

===Acquaintances===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|-
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! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="90" | Force
! scope="col" width="550"| Thoughts
|-
|'''[[Faris Scherwiz]]'''|| Pirates || Wondering Force || A Pirate, and someone that shares similar views to Angantyr. Mischievous and resourceful, and someone that Angantyr can respect...but never trust. You never trust a thief, lest you get a dagger to the back.
|-
|'''[[Riku]]'''|| Shadow Lord || Forces of Ruin || Idiot kid. Suicidal and angst, but also powerful and deserving of respect based on that. However, he'll probably kill himself or worse before he gets old. Stuff like this makes me sad.
|-
|'''[[Mica Melchiott]]'''|| Shadow Lord || Forces of Ruin || Showy, but if you got the gold, I got the muscle.
|-
|'''[[Negaduck]]''' || Shadow Lord || Forces of Ruin || Loud, has an ego, an a duck. Typically not worth much of respect, BUT...he has to admit the Duck's will is strong. That's respectful enough.
|-
|'''[[Baigan]]'''|| Baron || Forces of Ruin || A man of his word, despite the place he sides with. Honorable, and powerful and someone worthy of respect... regardless of his underlings foolishness.
|-
|}

===Adversaries===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="90" | Status
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|-
|'''[[Seith]]'''|| Shadow Lord || Forces of Ruin || You didn't pay me what you owe. You made the contract, and you broke it because you suck at making them. You then tried to get me killed with your poisoned words...well guess what sucker? Learn to do things yourself, because minions fail.
|-
|'''[[Kaydin]]'''|| Baron || Forces of Ruin || You poor excuse of a puppy of a man you. Lick the heels of those better than you, and spout their words. You have none of your own, just a poor misguided lack of thought. The Darkness will consume you one day...if you live that long.
|-
| '''[[Zargabaath]]'''|| Arcadian Empire || Forces of Restoration || You spout words, but all I hear is the same crap the rest of you Arcadians spout. You'll get yours in time, judge.
|-
|'''[[Leida]]'''|| Shadow Lord || Forces of Ruin || A wretched creature...a sad existence. Killing it would be a mercy, and one I intend to give. Small child or not...
|-
|'''[[Morrighan Alazne]]'''|| Baron || Forces of Ruin || Everything I hate about nobility, wrapped up in a small lithe package. Get near who I love again, and I won't stop at just humiliating you and your man Servant.
|-
|'''[[Katyna Redsvaren]]'''|| Unknown || Unknown || Met under the guise of Ember. Says she'll use darkness to save things, and that she serves the heartless. A barrel of laughs, but even more to the point the reason Kaydin was successful. She wants to bring me to her master, like I am a trophy...well, little lady, speak with your actions...and pray that LEXUS steps in to save you again.
|-
|'''[[Cirra Constantine]]'''|| Arcadian Empire || Forces of Ruin || Fought during the battle of Manhattan. The fight was a hard one, but Cirra managed to get something of a grudging respect...despite being a member of Solidor's military. He'll still fight and kill her.
|-
|'''[[Rallius Vespar]]'''|| Arcadian Empire || Forces of Ruin || Angantyr's brother, time has not healed the wound between the two. Rallius seems to have forgiven him, but Angantyr holds a grudge.
|-
|'''[[LEXUS]]'''|| Shadow Lords || Forces of Ruin || Digital man from a digital world. LEXUS, however, is a fair man and despite being an evil thing...he can give the thing respect. However, using Avira's condition against him to coax him into being an experiment for LEXUS has put a damper on their business relationship. As well as the man's goal of devouring worlds.
|-
|'''[[Faruja Senra]]'''|| Glabados Church || Forces of Restoration || Everything I hate about the light wrapped up in one package. Zealous, looks down his nose at others, and judgmental. He can only think of himself, and his oath, and nothing else.
|-
|'''[[Gabranth]]'''|| Arcadian Empire || Forces of Ruin || Harbinger of death for my people. The man hides behind his vows of duty and loyalty because he only lives to bring destruction. I'll end him...and finally put to rest my past.

|}

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= Cutscenes =
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Angantyr Vespar

2013-01-15T05:51:12Z

Willsherman: /* Adversaries */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=Angantyr
|lastname=Vespar
|age=29
|image=Angantyrvespar1.gif
|species=Human
|sex=Male
|height=6' 5''
|weight=250 lbs
|series=Final Fantasy 12
|styles=Dark Knight
|hometown=Unknown (Destroyed by Arcadia)
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=None
|occupation=Sellsword
|quote=I was gonna tell you to die a slow, painful death, but I don't got the patience to wait around, so you're dying now.
|footer=For Hire!
}}
==Profile==
Angantyr, is called many things. A Sell sword, mercenary, and degenerate among other things. Originally from a country of small consequence, conquered by the Arcadian empire during their imperialistic march through Ivalice. The country, invaded and nearly destroyed, and the young Angantyr taking it as simply not being strong enough to resist. The country absorbed, he took to selling his services to the highest bidder, slowly and carefully looking to one day raise a force powerful enough to start war with the Arcadian empire. Angantyr is hot headed, but tempered to an extent. While he tends to sell his sword to whoever can pay the most, he has been known to take jobs from those fighting the Arcadian empire for less than his normal sum, and always charges the Arcadians high. Angantyr is a bit sarcastic and callous, a bit wild and unafraid to get dirty. However, much of this attitude hides a deeper empathy towards others, than he would admit.

==Skills==
The Cynic, Former Rich Kid, Ambition is Evil, Back Story, Black Knight?, Black Sheep Of The Family, Character Derailment (Blame Jasmine), Dark Is Not Evil, Good Is Not Nice, Heroic Bastard, I Have A Brother, Does Not Go Home For Christmas, Tutored by Chaos, Has Evil Friends, As Good Friends, Jerkass, Loony Friends Improve Your Personality, Only In It For The Money, Pragmatic, Map Making, Knowledge: Nobility, Knowledge: Chaos, Knowledge: Darkness, Knowledge: Math
==Abilities==

'''Weaponmaster:''' Angantyr is a master of various weapons, from sword, to maces, and Axes. He's got a good grip on anything that can be wielded with two hands but is noted for a two handed mace with talon like spikes that come from it.

'''Strong Willed:''' The man was trained to master his will over Darkness. To this extent his will is iron, and does not get daunted by the power he yields without considerable effort.

'''Dauntless:''' The man is a power house of physical ability. He can go quite a while without needing sleep and can fight for considerable time before he starts breaking down.

'''Darkness:''' Angantyr wields the power of darkness, but unlike most that tread his path, his was born not of selfish desire or a greater desire of power: he was born with this. Angantyr himself is not sure of the origins, except from stories passed throughout his family, but he is a font of darkness, and instead of pulling it from outside to use, he draws it from himself. He can also use corridors of darkness to travel.

'''Map making:''' Angantyr picked up the art of map making as a child, and while he does not often get a chance to use the abilities, he does take great pride in his work.

'''Nobility:''' Angantyr was born to a noble house, and has a variety of education and knowledge that would not be common to those not born to a well to do family. Despite his dislike of how he was treated, he can not deny that it has been a help to him over the years in a variety of ways.

==Relationships==
{| class="CTable StatTable"
|-
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|
|-
|Allies
|[[Avira]], [[Maira]], [[Jasmine]], [[Garland]]
|-
|Acquaintances
| [[Faris Scherwiz]] ,[[Riku]], [[Mica Melchiott]] , [[Negaduck]] , [[Baigan]]
|-
|Adversaries
| [[Seith]], [[Leida]] , [[Zargabaath]] , [[Kaydin]] , [[Morrighan Alazne]] , [[Katyna Redsvaren]], [[Rallius Vespar]], [[Cirra Constantine]], [[Faruja Senra]], [[LEXUS]]
|-
|}

===Allies===
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! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="90" | Force
! scope="col" width="550"| Thoughts
|-
|'''[[Avira]]''' || VALKYRI/Twilight Detective Agency || Forces of Restoration || Avira is a girl he met months ago near Rabanastre, a girl who could barely hold her own with a sword, and claimed to be from the world. However, he saw something in her and agreed to personally train her. Angantyr Admires her determination and will, but wonders about her lofty ideas sometimes. However, she faced his inner darkness and overcame it with her pure willpower and...something else.
|-
|'''[[Maira]]'''|| VALKYRI ||Forces of Restoration || One of Avira's friends. An oddball, but she has a sense of...chaoticness that Angantyr loves.
|-
|'''[[Jasmine]]''' || Princess of Heart || Forces of Restoration || Kind and caring. Their first meeting was recovering Avira from Baron's hands. However, she hired him to protect her while she rested...and got himself involved with something else. Angantyr does not know fully how to handle her. There is something about her that is so pure, that he doesn't understand. Those bathed in the light as she is usually treat him with suspicion and fear...but she only wants to know more. The more they talk, too, the more he thinks.
|-
|'''[[Garland]]'''|| Shadow Lords || Forces of Ruin || His master and teacher of mastering his darkness. Garland has taught him a great many things, and he respects Garland like a student should. However, the two have disagreed over some things in the past, but often is treated by Garland as an learning opportunity for the man. Brutal and tolerating no weakness, the dark master of Chaos has helped forge Angantyr into the man he is today.
|-
|}

===Acquaintances===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="90" | Force
! scope="col" width="550"| Thoughts
|-
|'''[[Faris Scherwiz]]'''|| Pirates || Wondering Force || A Pirate, and someone that shares similar views to Angantyr. Mischievous and resourceful, and someone that Angantyr can respect...but never trust. You never trust a thief, lest you get a dagger to the back.
|-
|'''[[Riku]]'''|| Shadow Lord || Forces of Ruin || Idiot kid. Suicidal and angst, but also powerful and deserving of respect based on that. However, he'll probably kill himself or worse before he gets old. Stuff like this makes me sad.
|-
|'''[[Mica Melchiott]]'''|| Shadow Lord || Forces of Ruin || Showy, but if you got the gold, I got the muscle.
|-
|'''[[Negaduck]]''' || Shadow Lord || Forces of Ruin || Loud, has an ego, an a duck. Typically not worth much of respect, BUT...he has to admit the Duck's will is strong. That's respectful enough.
|-
|'''[[Baigan]]'''|| Baron || Forces of Ruin || A man of his word, despite the place he sides with. Honorable, and powerful and someone worthy of respect... regardless of his underlings foolishness.
|-
|}

===Adversaries===
{| border="1" cellpadding="2" class="CTable StatTable mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"
|-
! scope="col" width="100" | Name
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
! scope="col" width="90" | Status
! scope="col" width="550"| Thoughts
|-
|'''[[Seith]]'''|| Shadow Lord || Forces of Ruin || You didn't pay me what you owe. You made the contract, and you broke it because you suck at making them. You then tried to get me killed with your poisoned words...well guess what sucker? Learn to do things yourself, because minions fail.
|-
|'''[[Kaydin]]'''|| Baron || Forces of Ruin || You poor excuse of a puppy of a man you. Lick the heels of those better than you, and spout their words. You have none of your own, just a poor misguided lack of thought. The Darkness will consume you one day...if you live that long.
|-
| '''[[Zargabaath]]'''|| Arcadian Empire || Forces of Restoration || You spout words, but all I hear is the same crap the rest of you Arcadians spout. You'll get yours in time, judge.
|-
|'''[[Leida]]'''|| Shadow Lord || Forces of Ruin || A wretched creature...a sad existence. Killing it would be a mercy, and one I intend to give. Small child or not...
|-
|'''[[Morrighan Alazne]]'''|| Baron || Forces of Ruin || Everything I hate about nobility, wrapped up in a small lithe package. Get near who I love again, and I won't stop at just humiliating you and your man Servant.
|-
|'''[[Katyna Redsvaren]]'''|| Unknown || Unknown || Met under the guise of Ember. Says she'll use darkness to save things, and that she serves the heartless. A barrel of laughs, but even more to the point the reason Kaydin was successful. She wants to bring me to her master, like I am a trophy...well, little lady, speak with your actions...and pray that LEXUS steps in to save you again.
|-
|'''[[Cirra Constantine]]'''|| Arcadian Empire || Forces of Ruin || Fought during the battle of Manhattan. The fight was a hard one, but Cirra managed to get something of a grudging respect...despite being a member of Solidor's military. He'll still fight and kill her.
|-
|'''[[Rallius Vespar]]'''|| Arcadian Empire || Forces of Ruin || Angantyr's brother, time has not healed the wound between the two. Rallius seems to have forgiven him, but Angantyr holds a grudge.
|-
|'''[[LEXUS]]'''|| Shadow Lords || Forces of Ruin || Digital man from a digital world. LEXUS, however, is a fair man and despite being an evil thing...he can give the thing respect. However, using Avira's condition against him to coax him into being an experiment for LEXUS has put a damper on their business relationship. As well as the man's goal of devouring worlds.
|-
|'''[[Faruja Senra]]'''|| Glabados Church || Forces of Restoration || Everything I hate about the light wrapped up in one package. Zealous, looks down his nose at others, and judgmental. He can only think of himself, and his oath, and nothing else.
|-
|'''[[Gabranth]]'''|| Arcadian Empire || Forces of Ruin || Harbinger of death for my people. The man hides behind his vows of duty and loyalty because he only lives to bring destruction. I'll end him...and finally put to rest my past.

|}

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

The Power of Rabbit

2013-01-15T01:13:04Z

Willsherman: Created page with "{{Log Header |Date of Scene=2013/01/14 |Location=Traverse Town |Synopsis=CAPGRAS with the form of a small girl that LEXUS provided to her, walks back to Traverse, before being..."

{{Log Header
|Date of Scene=2013/01/14
|Location=Traverse Town
|Synopsis=CAPGRAS with the form of a small girl that LEXUS provided to her, walks back to Traverse, before being sleuthed at. However, LEXUS has a plan.
|Cast of Characters=Zeke, Nagetta, Deelel, LEXUS, Emi Dennou, Sanel, CAPGRAS
|pretty=yes
}}
:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' So in one week Zeke's been ot seventh heaven bar, Luca harbor, chased by lots of odd and dangerous beasties. Now he's back in traverse town wandering aimlessly. How does he get around so fast when all he supposedly has are his feet and no magic to speak of? Sea Turtles mate. Sea Turtles.

:'''[[CAPGRAS]] has posed:''' There is a tweleve year old looking little girl walking along the beaten path of Traverse town. Last night, a little girl with the same description was stolen away by Daemon Heartless, taken off to who knows where... Now, the same little girl, holding a stuffed bunny rabbit, is walking along the path back to town. She skips along, so innocent looking. Of course, she has the clothing of a refugee to the city, from parts unknown, and has been under the care of Hearts Intertwined. Right now, she pauses, looking up at the city. Internally, she wonders...is this the place? It is...so odd looking. The grid was not so bland looking. Well, this is the user world...she'd expect it to be more like...brighter? More...bright? Made of gold? That is how some programs picture it. Of course, these things were HER food...they couldn't be that intelligent.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel has been just returning from the Shinra Tower, she'd needed to pick up a few things from the grid itself. Various supplioes she'd find no analog to here in user space. Also seriously just some plain old energy the habit of users eating the local grid bugs still kinda squicked her out, made her think of MCP and LEXUS, seriously bad mojo, the pirate captain might notice the lady with the strange tattoos once more. As for CAPGRAS, sthe young girl gets a look but not paid too much mind she's got other things on her mind.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' It is, in a way, instantly suspicious when a girl reported to have been carried off by Heartless has suddenly appeared skipping around as if nothing was wrong. She has not been reported as 'returned' either so this is a bit of a mystery. So Emi and Umi decide to investigate with Omi as backup support in case the sitch gets real. The two members of the human network walk down the street and Umi, upon spotting 'the kid' advances first, smiling lazily as she says, "Hey kiddo, what're you doin' out here all alone?" Emi hangs back for the moment. There is little proof of anything amiss, just some strange incongruencies with how she understands human behavior. In order to seem conspicuous, she waves over to Deelel as if she was waiting for her.

:'''[[Sanel]] has posed:''' A presence arrives towards the city proper... It is a small, wandering figure in blue. Cladded in a blue oversized coat, the young boy is venturing from the dimly lit beach. However, he is led along the gently rolling hills to the outskirts of Traverse Town. He wanders... without purpose. It is akin to a doll, given the color of his eyes have darken without a single light. Unfortunately, he never gets the memo of events. This particular young boy is making his way along the outskirts and then he notices a presence of people. A little girl, a strange clothed woman, a man, and two familiar girls. "Ahh.... Umi." His voice is low, but the colors in his eyes return.

:'''[[Sanel]] has posed:''' And with that, the boy is making his way to approach the girl, the interest drawing. 

:'''[[CAPGRAS]] has posed:''' The young girl stares up towards Umi as she advances towards her. She cocks her head to the side as she blinks at her. Hmm...someone did miss her. That was unfortinate...well, we have a problem, and the only solution... Lie her <GOOSEHONK> off. "I...I am running from a bad man. Bad things took me away, but when they went to grab someone else I ran away." she sniffs, "I was scared, so I ran and I ran...and I am back here, so I am happy." she says, kind of trying to put out a smile, a strained one. She looks around and looks towards Deelel. The Jaws theme doesn't play yet. And then there was a stranger boy talking to the girl who is addressing him. And she moves behind Umi to use her as a shield against him. She doesn't say anything to him, instead she is just being a twelve year old little girl when a strange boy is talking at her. Well at Umi.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' "Bad?" Zeke's voice was cheerful as he addressed CAPGRAS. After all he didn't know she was really a trojan eater of programs. He just saw a little girl probably very far from home and apparently needing help finding her way. "Don't worry now little miss. You're safe now." Well, as safe as his guns and sword would allow, "I won't let anything happen to you." He still didn't understand where 'here' was, but it was pleasent enough as far as land went and he wasn't about to let that get spoiled by some little girl getting snatched up. He noticed Deelel and quirked an eyebrow at the lady. However he wanted to wait see if the child was just out playing or was genuinely lost. Then he noticed someone else apparently concerned for the child's welfare and tipped his hat to Emi. It was obvious under the coat were weapons of one stripe or another, but Zeke kept his hands in view. No funny business here mates.

:'''[[LEXUS]] has posed:''' It's not a lie if it's /true/. Here, on the outskirts of Traverse Town, the security is not as tight. The shadows are long on the edge of Twilight, and the Darkness is always waiting. That's why one sees the Shadows gather on occasion here. Or perhaps larger things. What /isn't/ seen often are the alien Heartless known to be in the employ of LEXUS. Their form is sleek, six-limbed, each leg tipped with chrome plating that speaks of an advanced design and ending in n infinitely sharp point. The body beneath is the form of a dark Heartless, veined with pulsing violet circuit patterns that rise along the limbs towards the burning, yellow-eyed head. Chrome mandibles jut from the darkness beneath, and the Heartless Emblen is emblazoned on their forehead, pulsing with the power of the Dark. And there are many of them, rising up out of the Darkness, converging towards the child with the singleminded determination of the directed Heartless.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Legion doesn't know Capgras is a Trojan Virus wandering the world that is a bit way beyond their understanding of concepts. They do however have an understanding of shapeshifters and disguise artists. As detectives, simply assuming this is the same girl is not something they can afford to do. Well okay something Emi can't afford to do. Umi gives a small nod to Zeke as he approaches and offers his services which, naturally, improve Umi's viewpoint of him instantly. "Aww, well that random fellow whom I don't actually know is right! We'll help you find your way back!" She jerks a thumb to her chest. "I'm Umi! Nice to meetcha! What's your name? The Network wonders." She's about to say more when Sanel arrives. "ah?" and then the girl hides behind her, "Ah??" And then she says, "Oh don't worry, little one. That's Sanel, he's a nice guy too!" She assumes anyway. He has amnesia that means he's a hero, she's pretty sure. Meanwhile Emi has turned to a nearby wall and is thunking her head against it repeatedly because Umi fell for that story so easily. It's pretty Karkatian. Come on Umi! She was skipping merrily without a care in the world! She's twelve, not five! Arghhh! She's about to intercede and start asking some hardboiled questions when at least part of the girl's story seems to be confirmed as the Heartless appear. Emi's eyes widen faintly--then narrow. What's going on here? She keeps quiet until she gets a better understanding of the situation. Umi continues to be a bad detective and instead continues being an awesome hero. "Don't worry!" She tells the girl. "Stay behind me, I'll protect you!" She smiles broadly, quietly thinking this is the coolest chance ever. Already she gets to help someone out!! Electricity crackles along her body as she prepares to go into ATTACK MODE.

:'''[[Sanel]] has posed:''' A single eye drifts towards the twelve-year-old girl. He tilts his head to the side, the gaze locked onto her for a couple of seconds before he tilts his head with a bright smile. "Hi. Sanel is not bad. Sanel is looking for friends. Umi is Sanel's friend." Suddenly, through the mass of the hair obscuring his face comes a bright crimson glow. Sanel's visible yellow eye goes wide and he sweeps his head around. "Sanel senses odd things. That funny feeling..." That is when he noties the approach of the creeping Heartless. One would undergo the feeling of fear. The presence would draw some negative emotion out of them. Sanel doesn't feel the same that they feel. It is like wild animals, those creeping things. Approaching to the converging group, Sanel takes one good look over each and every single one of them. "More friends? More cute animal...things? Sanel wants to play with cute animal things." Two claps are given, then his smile brightens. "Sanel is happy." 

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Nagetta likes it here, she didn't have to worry about the sun getting in her eyes. Plus, there was nothing or no one threatening her. At least until the heartless showed up. It figures she can't go somewhere peacefully without trouble happening. She notices the girl that made her embarassed was here...wait there was more than one of her?" Were they twins?

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel gets a notice of the captain again, she wonders about him for a moment but again the captain seems to have been pulled away by business of some sort. Prehaps someday she'll get an actual moment to talk to the man for now the girl gets her attention. She's a user who isn't complied and she understands they can't well? Always take care of themselves while they complile. It's strange but this is an alien level of existance to the basic. However ashe tells her story she pauses as she sees the heartless. She has blood in this state and it runs cold memories of the fight at the Arcade flash through her mind. The very land of manhattan being corrupted by LEXUS just using his power but the question is where is LEXUS either way the beasts have to be stopped. Deelel also has no idea what Capgras really is, She's already going for the disk on her back and it's humming to life. "These creatures are not your typical heartless they are LEXUS personal creations. They tend to also swarm." She seems to have experiance and know just who is behind these things. Saneel gets a look. "... Kid get back infact get to the nearest building and get inside. Those things will rip you apart."

:'''[[CAPGRAS]] has posed:''' The little girl looks at Umi...but the eyes of her sister aren't ignored. At least, internally, as she stares up at Umi. "M-my name is Liz...short for Elizabeth. I was named for my grandmom." she says, with a small bit of sadness. She pauses as people start gathering around her, which causes her to be a bit nervous...I mean, after all, she was just in a tramatic situation, after her world was devoured, AND then there is Sanel right here. She just steps behind Umi a bit more... Then she screams at the arrival of the heartless. "W-We should run! They wana take me away! Nooooo..." she cries out, hugging her stuffed rabbit tighter to her chest. "Don't let them get me.." MISSION START! Victory Conditions: Destroy the Heartless! Failure Conditions: Liz gets Taken or KOed. Or if Sanel's creepy meter rises over 9000.

:'''[[LEXUS]] has posed:''' The Daemon Heartless come swarming. It's like something out of a science fiction movie. They are digital locusts crossed with eldritch horrors, designed to flay data from their targets, consume their Hearts, and deliver the remains to their Master. Right now, they see a lot of 'data' and a number of HEarts offering themselves right there. They leap into the group, swarming around them and lashing out with a hissing, modulated scream. Claws lash out and pincers snap, working to debilitate their foes. They are not known for mercy or killing quick.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Don't worry, Deel!" Umi says. "Sanel has amnesia, that means he's a hero! I'm sure he can handle himself just fine." headbonk, headbonk, headbonk. "Though um--yeah the Heartless aren't friends, Sanel... they take people's hearts away--and that's bad! The Network is certain on that point." Yeah uh--Umi might not be that bright but she's not THAT dim or uninformed. "So be careful okay Sanel? I'm counting on you to hold your own with your amnesia hero powers! The Network says with thinly concealed excitement." headbonk, headbonk, head--Oh is that Nagetta? Imi mentioned her. "Nagetta..." Emi says, looking over to her. "Be careful...Something isn't right..." But what that something is? She couldn't say. Either way, Umi is actually quite skilled in fighting relative to the other Legion members, probably because she actually kind of enjoys it. She evades the Heartless, sliding between their assaults--she doesn't get a counterattack off, but when she has an opportunity she draws out her rifle and opens fire--following through with a solid electric blast from her arms! "Emi!" She shouts. "Can you get her somewhere safe?? The Network inquires." Emi pauses and looks towards Capgras. Maybe that actually isn't a bad idea, if not for the reason Umi thinks it is. "...Are you alright with that--Liz, is it? I am Emi, her sister."

:'''[[Sanel]] has posed:''' Deelel is pretty much ignored by the young boy as he wanders closer towards the eldritch horror. "Strange Animal looks cute. Sanel wants to keep one. Sanel will hug it and play with it." Those strange creatures are leaping his way. He canot help but tilt his head over at the sounds of the screams and the hissing to go along with it. The claws gain close to the boy, approaching to nab at his face. However, Sanel manages to reach over to the jaws and he attempts to slip over to slam one to the ground. They are too wiggly, and thus, have escaped his grasp. "Strange Animal is cute! Let's play." However, he stops to look back at Umi. His smile brightens with glee. "Okei, Sanel will be careful for Friend Umi." While the distance is closed between himself and the creature, Sanel immediately swings his hand downward to smack the creature across the head. Considering the size difference between the little boy and the volkswagon-sized Heartless itself, it should be difficult, if not impossible. However.. "Nggghhh..!" Sanel aims to grab and heft the creature over its head. With the volkswagon-sized Heartless over his head, the boy is beaming. "Sanel plays fetch with Strange Animals. Sanel says fetch." His hand begins to manifest a bit of ice, chilly energy around it, then he winds back, seeking to chuck the Heartless towards its kin.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Heartless Activity. Oh hwere they come, here come the Daemon are as horrific as she rembers them. She's not quick enough this time to get clear there's no where to run and she really needs to see about getting some system restore commands upgraded she's not feeling so well after those attacks. She's alive though and the disk gets to work it gets to work really darn fast as she attempts to catch them off guard while trying to get apart as Sanel contiunes to put him self at risk. This is bad, this is very bad the young man doesn'ty really seem to understand the horror he's dealing with...

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Of course the snakegirl being there likely isn't helping the girl's sanity. Nagetta quickly notices the trouble she's in and realizes something that must be done. She watches as Sanel lifts the Heartless above his head, impressed by it. She quickly lunges forward putting her long body between the heartless and the girl. She gazes intently at the monsters trying to stop them in their tracks.

:'''[[CAPGRAS]] has posed:''' Liz screams as the heartless come at her. She throws her rabbit in the way, which...actually manages to bounce one of the heartless away from her. She takes a step back, with the rabbit in her hands as she starts retreating. Emi is calling her towards the head of Legion! Liz nods, trying to be brave and moves to hide behind Emi now. However... The rabit is dropped on the ground, and the gril seems to channel magic through it. BUFFING MAGIC! "Be safe everyone.." she says, aiming to help them!

:'''[[LEXUS]] has posed:''' ONE DOES NOT SIMPLY PET THE HEARTLESS. Unless you're Sanel or something. He 'pats' it in his own special way. There is a deep THUD, and the ground craters under the Heartless. It's left with a small dent over the Emblem. It doesn't look like it wants to be friends. When Sanel picks it up, it roars, shredding downwards as it thrashes its way out of the forming ice, sending shards everywhere as it engages Claw/Claw/Bite Mode. Lightning dances among the Heartless, the blasts and bullets scything through the Heartless. They part like waves, immediately reacting to the attack as if they, perhaps, were a hive mind of their own! Or maybe LEXUS is just /really/ good at RTS games. Several Daemons lunge into the air, launching themselves high with terrifyingly ballistic arcs as they try to punce upon the Network members! Quick, what would they do in Starship Troopers? Deelel uses her Disc in order to attack, but the Heartless are used to this kind of combat. They, after all, are 'native' to the Grid. They flatten out as the Disc arcs over their heads, adapting to the incoming attacks immediately in waves of movement. It's disturbing to watch such efficiency. Nagetta applies her magical gaze, however, and this causes a disturbence in the forces themselves, slowing them as several of their members develop abnormal status effects. OThers dedicate processing power to removing the suboptimal coding (by eating the ones that are compromised) while the rest get back to doing what they do best: Pounce, Savage, Kill.

:'''[[Sanel]] has posed:''' There is a giggle from the boy, who is looking up at the Heartless thrashing and trying to claw and bite at him. He looks up closer towards those claws and mandibles trying to reach out to him. Sanel has a bright smile on his face, tilting his head over. Maybe give it a slight shake. "Strange Animal wants to play some more." What does the boy do exactly? Well, first off, he brings his hands over to bring the large Heartless down to his level for a tightened hug. This is the kind of hug that would likely create a huge dent on the creature, should they become unable to escape from the affectionate boy's attentions. Then, Sanel muses and he gets an idea. "Oh!" THe boy brightens. "Let's play tag." The small, lithe looking frame of the boy lifts the Heartless up and tosses it over with one hand. Both feet grind against the ground, squeezing and even making one hell of a dent on the ground with spiderwebs of cracks formed. He springs off of the ground, lifting a hand up to smack towards the large Heartless. "Tag." ...Should that strike, the Heartless is likely going to fly towards the Daemons assaulting the Network. "No tag backs~." 

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel recalled how these things fight, she's not able to land a hit, it doesn't suprise her these things are gird natives when all things are said and done. Well native in so much they first managested there most likely created by LEXUS. She does however prove she remebers her last encounter with them as they come at her, she ducks, she twist she even leaps in the iar using several as stepping stones to avoid their attacks. The Young lady's support is welcome and she feels a bit over clocked. She attempts to get to some higher ground and launches her disk several more times at the beast trying to tie them up slow them downa ndotherwise delay them, she's clearly working on getting ready for something...

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' The girl has a magic rabbit. Emi recalls this but if it was capable of fending off Heartless, well, she likely wouldn't have gotten kidnapped in the first place. The bunny is clearly important. Umi diverolls to pick it up, getting clawed in the side by some Heartless. She grins and then smacks it away with a small zap that spreads out along the Heartless. "Signiature understood! Right where we want you!" She tosses the bunny over to Emi, who catches it and hands it off to the young girl, twisting her body instinctively into one of the strikes for her. She clucks her tongue, spins her body and unleashes a significantly heftier zap of her own. Her hand moves to hold onto the girl's. "Come on, we should fall back." She says and if the girl lets her, well, she'll start running off with her--leaving Umi to fend for herself?! Well Sanel is there. "See?!" Umi says as Sanel just throws around the Heartless like woah. "I told you he was a hero! The Network notes this is confirmation!" Firing off a few more shots from her rifle, Umi unleashes another electric burst from her body--intending to draw some power back into her own body, even before unleashing it back upon the Heartless!

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Of course Nagetta decides to take advantage of the feeding heartless. She draws her spear before bouncing repeatedly and entering the air. She tries to pierce one of the larger heartless as she makes her way down, both with her weapon and her fangs as well.

:'''[[CAPGRAS]] has posed:''' The little girl's eyes widen as Emi dives into the attack for her. CAPGRAS did not understand the emotion behind it either...why would she do that? These things could deress her...but she was throwing herself into harms way for this little girl? The users...they are weird and illogical it seems. However, she has her rabbit back, which she once more sets down to cast a spell...the rabbit seems to hop once, as the spell channels, before going out over the heros again, aiming to increase their chances at defeating the heartless. With bunny in hand, Emi grabs her hand, and drags her with the member of Legion. "O-okay.."

:'''[[LEXUS]] has posed:''' The Daemon Heartless that is 'playing' with Sanel seems a little confused at the child's refusal to die. This is an odd sensation for the feral digital demon. Sanel then folds the massive HEartless into a hug. Heartless, it seems, are Weak Vs. Hug. The Heartless screams in a modulated screech as it is crushed and thrown back into the mass. Fortunately for Sanel, he doesn't have to worry about tagback, because the Heartless explodes into unravelling digital Darkness on impact, along with several others. Deelel launches the disk into the mass and finds her new perch gives her a better vantage point. Several more Daemons derezz as she strikes... But how many more are there? The HEartless advantage has never been the power of individuals (though they do indeed have many powerful singular entities), but the ability of a nearly infinite number that cannot seemingly be diminished... Emi finds this out the hard way as well, as the Network unleashes a dual blast. The tactic continues to have problems, however, as the strikes only seem to vaporize a few smaller ones. Well... That's a few less at least, right? Nagetta's serpentine launching gives her the ability to skewer a few as well, putting her Dragoon training to work! However, the HEartless mass seem to gather up, a terrible rumbling surging through the group as they begin to deploy in organized groups, rushing around and wolfpacking the heroes as they scythe with rapid strikes, charging and unleashing a multitude of rapidfire hit and run attacks. They are not merely feral, but being guided by a more terrible intelligence still. Their movements seek to confuse and disorient the opposition while giving them maximum skirmishing capacity. Do the heroes have the firepower and tactics to counter LEXUS' minions?

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi runs, weaving between assaults from the Heartless just fine. But one particularly hefty group moves to get in their grill but Umi flips back into their way and gets clobbered hard for her trouble, skidding back, spitting blood out of her mouth as she breathes heavily. She's starting to slow down. The Network are notoriously capable of dying--and easily at that. They fought hard for the proper chance to live. Despite being suspicious, Emi seems quite willing to put herself in harms way for the girl. After all, she doesn't KNOW--she simply suspects something is up. And just because something is up doesn't mean that Capgras is not worthy of protection. There are any number of stories that could be behind this and she won't know the answers if she gets eaten up by Heartless. Or taken away. Or any number of things. She runs a bit before pausing, turning to heft the girl up into her arms--and then using electromagnetic jumps to bounce away more quickly in an attempt to lose the Heartless, pausing some distance away before she sets down the girl and spins around, drawing out a coin... Umi yells out, unleashing a wave of electricity around her--trying to draw more power in once more--even as Emi launches a long distance, well, one could even use the term 'railgun shot'...

:'''[[CAPGRAS]] has posed:''' The little girl is...surprisingly little girl weight. Wait that isn't strange or surprising! SUCK IT SLUTH! Set down on top of the building, she shakes a little...being chased around and then flying into the air was a bit...scarry. However, The rabbit flies out of her hand again, shining brightly this time...before it shoots a beam of pure light down towards the people on the ground. "...I have no idea what that does." she speaks to Emi honestly.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Well. Nothing for it. Things got strange. Most of Zeke's guns had jammed, and he was thoroughly irrited while he was busy reloading all.... twenty something pistols. The whole time he was left wondering just how the blazes /EVERYTHING/ Stopped working. "Alright you slimy misbegotten... whatever you are." He stepped out into the open, coat billowing behind him as he took aim. Nevermind how outnumbered they might be. Doesn't matter just how big or scary or whatever. Eve nthe little girl having a magic rabbit didn't seem to phase him. He had pistols in his hand and he'd start shooting. Drop. Shoot some more, then do it all over again. Because he is Ezekial Fawkes. Captain of the REliant. Nobody's gonna call him a coward or say that he ran from these beasties.

:'''[[Sanel]] has posed:''' There is a look of disappointment as the Heartless explodes into darkness along with the several other Heartless. The world's smallest violin plays. "...Strange Animal goes bye bye." Q_Q His eyes water for a moment, he looks over at the Heartless that has disappeared. He then turns his head over to see the other Daemons out and about. Many of them are getting derezzed. The boy watches as the large amount of Heartless have gathered up. "Oooh, more friends!" But then, they start coming in like a wolf-pack towards the crowd. The locust-like Heartless buzz around with rapid strikes of scythin, rapidfire of hit and run. Those cuts, bruises, and all of the painful feelings graze against the boy's body. What comes out is a shriek. "Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!" Sanel is quivering in tears, then he grits his teeth. However, he is not going to let that get him down! He sees that his friend, Umi, is still firing at the Heartless. With a brightened smile, he steps forward. The ground around him starts to become extremely chilly. That chill forms into ice. That icy ground becomes slick and slippery. The boy moves along the ground, leaving a trail of ice behind him. As he continues to move, he spins around as he skates about. One foot lifted and the other to the ground. Switch legs and glide~. "Sanel dance with Friend Umi!!!" Sanel is skating his way towards the girl, seeking to lift her up over with a single arm. He'll likely prop her up with the single arm as he fires. Time for figure-skating with his new friend! 

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' The girl had some abilities this could be why that LEXUS was after her. Still who knows what's going on, what she's got to worry about is well? Even as hes' being over clocked again? Emi is just bringing LOL level pain to something. It's quite the sight really She's still seemingly however preparing for something as suprisingly she pulls back from hitting the Heartless as she just tries to keep back from them for the moment.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Nagetta finds herself getting swarmed by the Heartless despite trying to avoid being so. She decides to try and jump over them but that doesn't work too well as she ends getting bit and having the life sucked out of her. She decides to return the favor, curling around one of the heartless with her tail and attempting to magically suck it dry.

:'''[[LEXUS]] has posed:''' They say that dropping a penny off the Empire State Building can kill a man. What happens when you electromagnetically accelerate a coin to supersonic speeds? The Heartless find out the hard way as the tiny coin rips through their ranks, the sonic boom doing as much damage as the coin itself as a line of Heartless instantly vaporize. The remainder scatter out of Fireball And/Or Lightning Bolt Formation. For some reason, there might be the feeling that LEXUS, out there, is screaming ephitets about hitscan weapons and snipers while digital geese fly by, honking. Zeke makes an impressive entry into the fray with his pistols, but the scattering effect causes much of his firepower to go wide. It's unfortunate that this occurred, but when death is on the line, every shot counts! Some of the heroes prepare to press the assault while Nagetta drains the life energy from one of them. The energy feels... wrong. Metallic, with ozone tinges, and a deep, dark, bitter flavor. But do the heroes have time? The remaining Daemons assemble, hissing and shaking amidst themselves... Before they launch forwards in a rush. Several of them ignite, seething with energy and hissing as they suddenly explode in black energy tinged with violet neon light, vaporizing themselves in a kamikaze strike in order to open holes in the heroic defenses. The larger ones hit moments after, scything into the group with deadly force.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' You know? As Zeke dodged the rather strange creatures that seemed intent first on shoving him off this mortal coil then making off with the girlchild he marveled at how in spite of their monsterous forms they couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. His coat, or rather the holes shot through it, tended to disagree with this assertion. "You want the girl." Zeke made his way over to Deelel to provide cover fire for the wounded lass. Nevermind her nature or origins. He didn't care. She was fighting these blasted things. "Sorry love don't know a thing about medicine that'd be helpful while getting shot at. Saw a clearing back that way. I'll cover you." He picked up another pair of pistols from the necklace of guns he had 'round his neck. Yes it was heavy. No he didn't care because right now those weapons were keeping him alive. They weren't Magic infinite ammunition weapons. They didn't fire ship shattering rounds. Just lead balls that could seriously ruin your day. And then after his pistols were used he pulled a musketoon from somewhere inside his coat and let loose with the Father of Modern Shotguns. "This's what I get for keeping m'boots on land!" There was laughter at his words. He thought this was some sort of joke? Really?

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Not strange at all! Maybe Emi is being overly paranoid? Perhaps but everything fitting as well as it does makes that incongruency stand out. And perhaps the biggest question of all lies in her head still. "We seem to be safe now," She tells her, breathing out. But was safety worth the bunny sacrifice? Of course not. She does ask, however, "While we have a moment...who is it that is after you? What can you tell us about him? And how did you escape?" She frowns faintly in thought before adding, "And do you know where you escaped from? We are detectives, anything you can tell us can be used to help you and a detective's job is to help those that can get help from nowhere else." Umi yelps as she is hefted up by Sanel. She screams and then laughs hilariously as they skate around. Sanel is insane but that's okay. Umi blasts Heartless outta the sky as they attempt to dive bomb her and, ultimately extricates herself from Sanel...probably because she just went flying out of his hands when he got clobbered. "Gotta finish...!" She says before, yes, more electroshots and rifle fire.

:'''[[Sanel]] has posed:''' !!!! Sanel was happily skating along, carrying the friend Umi on his arm. He doesn't seem to mind everything too much. In fact, he wanted to enjoy the time of skating. As the wayward boy continued to move, a trail of slick ice was left in his wake. It was then that the remaining daemons launched forth in a rush. "Sanel will protect Umi!" The young boy finds himself caught within the kamikaze style explosion. The wash of that black explosion tears against the body. And worst off.... Umi is no longer his dance partner. Frown. "Sanel does not like Strange Animals anymore." As the assembled Daemons remain in his vicinity, Sanel is now skating over towards one of them. Should Sanel get his hands on one of them.... Sanel is going to grab one of those legs slam one of them overhead from side to side repeatedly. But that is not all. Sanel is going to move onto the next And the next Heartless. "BAD!" SLAM! "STRANGE!" SLAM! "ANIMAL!" "BAD!" SLAM! "STRANGE!" SLAM! "ANIMAL!" "BAD!" SLAM! "STRANGE!" SLAM! "ANIMAL!" The next one that is unfortunate? Will likely be tossed with the group of others.

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel looks at the Remaining heartless Daemons for a moment. She's got an idea as theyc ome in at her, the terrible damage hurts her but there's some left. the darkness faes and Deelel's still moving fo thte surivals she lets out a cry which sounds a bit strange to anyone whom is human due to the digital warble in her voice. She's not a happy lady that's for sure as she drive into theenemy ranks aiming to take the beasts down. She'll go dor using her disk as a melee weapon to attempt to behead several others will have the disk thrown with the intent to right thoguht them. "You have no place here...viri."

:'''[[CAPGRAS]] has posed:''' And now CAPGRAS informs you about the OC that she robbed you of. The bunny lands near the group! It looks...like a stuffed rabbit, but now played in ATTACK mode. It flies up, before completely disappearing. Then a rabbit shaped missile flies across the field, aiming to smash into as many of the Heartless as possible, followed by a rain of many MANY more rabbit missiles that seemed to fill the entire screen. Then a cut in image of the CUTE little girl with the bunny. Which then fires a massive beam of energy from another large rabbit that appears, straight from it's mouth. The rabbit, mysteriously, is now back in the little girl's hands. She looks up at Emi as she is asked a lot of questions, and shakes her head, "I...I dunno. They just grabbed me...It was dark. Very dark, VERY dark...and those things were all around us. I just saw a man...he was a strange man with funny lines on his body. He was mean...but he went with some of the heartless after something else, and the other heartless weren't watching until I ran away...and I just ran and ran..." "Then I was here, and I was so happy to be back home.

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke shuffled over to Deleel and put a hand on her shoulder. He'd heard the unnatural warble in her voice. "You alright lass? I... don't know what kinda doctor would see to what you are since i"m starting to suspect it ain't human, but trueth be told you look rather banged up." Then he cast a look around to see what hte other assorted people were up to. "You." He barked an order at Emi. "Get the girl somewhere safe. They were after her and we just happened to get in th' way." As for Deelel his instinct was to pick her up and carry the lass, get her help whether she wanted it or not, but everyone was still running pretty hot after that fight and that saw disc frisbee thing. He didn't fancy what that thing'd do to him if she decided his kind of help wasn't in her best interest.

:'''[[LEXUS]] has posed:''' The lead balls are effective enough. What matters most when you fight Heartless is not the weapon that you use, but the will and the Heart behind them. The problem is hitting. Several smaller Heartless fall over when Zeke fires, while Sanel works to smash his way through the assembled Heartless swarm since he wishes to instill some disicipine in his new pets. They don't take well to it, quickly scattering away from the absurdly strong child. Emi and Umi add more damage, using their pair tactics to good effect in reducing the incoming assault. Similarly, the Disc of Deelel strikes, but it's hard to tell what's going on there amidst the RAINING BUNNY DESTRUCTION. The explosive bunnies are now joined by HUGE BUNNY LAZOR that roars through the battlefield, carving up a swath of terrain as the Heartless are annihilated from the strike. The remaining Heartless look upon the battlefield and the remaining heroes... And turn, vanishing back into the Darkness. Their numbers are depleted now to the point where continuing the battle is a waste of resources. The heroes and the child... are safe for now.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' Nagetta has a confused look on her face as the rabbit missiles hit the Heartless along with the laser. Where did the girl get such firepower from, and why hadn't she used it sooner? Her attention turns towards the others to see if they alright. She's a bit chewed up herself, but doesn't seem to be hurt too seriously. "Do you have any idea what that was all about?"

:'''[[Deelel]] has posed:''' Deelel sees the heartless are handled for the moment and the girl is safe. The disk goes back on her back and she shifts her neck a little strethcing she was hutt but not as badly as she could have been all things considered. She seems to be all ruight and shortly she's got a potion from a pocket and is drinking it. That should do for the moment...still those things were nasty prehaps a bit more than last time. Had LEXUS updated them?

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Umi watches Sanel hulk out and destroy strange animals. Her expression can be best summarized by D:. It's an expression mimicked by Emi who while knowing about the magical bunny powers did not expect the magical bunny powers to be so destructive. She receives some information about the man behind all this or rather the program behind all this, and an idea of what his motivations may be. But honestly the idea of LEXUS being after magical bunny power data is absolutely bewildering to Emi. It...it just seems silly. But just because something is silly doesn't mean it's not accurate or dangerous. The story mostly fits together. Even if it's a bit insulting to someone such as her that someone could have such power just by having a magical bunny. Her pride, it hurts. "Is there...is there anything about your..." pause. "Data..." pause. "that might be interesting to this man?"

:'''[[Zeke]] has posed:''' Zeke frowned at Deelel but given she wasn't human, wasn't talking to him, and everything was now 'safe' he had little reason to hang around. So after checking to make sure everythign was there.... and cursing the fact his coat needed patching /AGAIN/ he started to amble elsewhere.

:'''[[Sanel]] has posed:''' Frown. "Sanel did not get to ice skate with his friend Umi! Bad Strange Animals!" Steam comes out of his head as he waves a hand at the creatures. However, the sight of the raining bunny destruction and the large lasers was an impressive sight of 'Oohhh...'. Nevertheless, as everything is said and done, Sanel is looking over towards the Heartless-ridden area. The boy starts to approach Umi and the group. He briefly sees a lamia, "Huh? Wow, a snake gi---" ...And then a squirrel passes by. "Squirrel!" Sanel quickly turns around and starts to chase after it, running towards the path of Traverse Town without saying another word.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Umi holds an index finger in the air and watches Sanel dart off. Her expression is still kinda D:. Closer to D:? though.

:'''[[CAPGRAS]] has posed:''' CAPGRAS is empowered somehow...it feels like petty jealousy. Mmm...Petty jealousy. It tastes like TEARS! YOUR TEARS ARE DELICIOUS! The little girl looks at at Emi, and looks oddly at her, tilting her head to one side. "Data? I dunno what that is ma'am. My bunny isn't named Data, it's named Tsuki." ORIGINAL CHARACTER DO NOT STEAL. "Um...are they gone now? I don't wana go away with them again. I wana be safe."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Ami consoles herself by hugging a stuffed animal. "Mm...we think they're gone." But Emi isn't sure it's a bright idea to bring this girl back home just yet. Besides, there's a good reason not to. Appropriate protocol is to take them to the office--the temporary office, The Network ammends to iself--and provide yonder hot chocolate. And maybe let some people who know Lexus better ask some of their own questions.r "We'll take you to the office, get you something warm to drink, and then maybe we could talk a bit more about what happened." She says. "Is that agreeable to you?"

:'''[[CAPGRAS]] has posed:''' The little girl nods once... "I like warm things to drink...hot chocolate?" she asks...this form seemed to LIKE that. But she had never experienced it before...she must at least try the user suppliments.

:'''[[Nagetta]] has posed:''' @3mit Nagetta nods at that, it sounds like a good idea to her. She doesn't really have anywhere to take the girl herself. The office sounded like the best idea to her. Hearing "snake girl" from Sanel from gets her attention, but he runs off before she can respond. She's not sure if she scared him off or not.

Jailbreak ANGANTYR STYLE

2013-01-14T04:24:36Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/01/13
|Location=Rabanastre
|Synopsis=Agantyr moves to get his allies out of prison, and Gabranth happens.
|Cast of Characters=Riku, Angantyr Vespar, Emi Dennou, Sanel, Gabranth
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:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' Of arriving back rumors have started to emerge and people were talking. Already in Rabanastre a problem has arisen where someone assaulted a judge. Though from all reports currently that Gabranth could locate down quickly, there was no judge in that area. Troops yes, Judge no. So this required a bit more looking into, including who this Avira was. That was something he researched on while on the flight to the city from Archades. Slowly being reminded as he flew over the world from a distance view the damage that had been brought to New Ivalice by the hands of Vayne; perhaps in some ways; his own. Once the airship arrives, people quickly scatter back, not because of the troops, because the very man who steps off. The black armor that absorbs the very light around him. The golden trim almost seeming silver in light being the only thing reflecting the said light. His leathery cape moving behind him with simple ease with each step he takes with a very calm, sure stride. With each step also was the clanking of metal on metal from the scabbards on his hilts that held a short and long sword; Highway Star and Chaos Blade. As they moved out into the city center, the mix from the people was mixed at best. Somewhere only watching, some running perhaps to tell others, and others were moving to their homes to hide. The Judge Magister only could watch the activities with his cold gray-blue eyes behind the helm, hidden by darkness it casted over him. To the outside word, there was no eyes, no face, just cold black steel. His gaze, and slowly his head peers around the area, before motioning to one of the troops who had been on guard here to come over. The guard does so quickly, and the Judge Magister begins to speak with the soldier regarding the earlier activities and what any details he may have to offer on it.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr was thankfully not here when this happened...perhaps Garland planned it that way. He got to hear about the rumors from Flurogis, and now has braved the desert once more to find his way to Rabanastre. His eyes ablaze as he tries to figure out how to best handle the situation. Rellius had been already prewarned that Angantyr may try to let himself be captured to give him access to the jails and break lose from the inside. His ability to use Corridors of darkness had been documented by the Arcadian authorities at least once. So here he was now, armor and a desert cloak hanging over him as he moves through the front gates, passed the guards and starts making his way through the city. He was fairly recongizable, tall, powerful, and with a lost of marks under his own belt. People knew him, and gave him a wide breath, especially with the scowl he had on his face as he starts approaching the central guard house. This path would take him through the damaged areas...considering them for only a moment, but his intent was dead set on his friends first, and admiring Avira's handywork second.

:'''[[Sanel]] has posed:''' In this grand, colorful city of Rabanastr, there are many vendors selling food and other sort of goods. With the merchants hailing people over, there is one person who is peacefully residing the streets. It's a little boy, specifically. He is easy to miss, passing along with the crowd. Perhaps the oddest thing about him is the blue hair and the oversized blue coat in this area. There is one thing that is disliked. The heat. However, with the winter atmosphere, it provides a lot more cooling. Wrapped arund his arms is a small, pinkish creature with feathers for bunny ears. The dreamhare is looking up towards the boy with a confused look. "Buun buuun! Sanel will get you food!" The boy found an injured monster along the way, so he took it with him and treated it. It may be why it is letting the strange boy hold it. While he extends a hand to get an apple for the creature... A commotion is caused as people run, hide, and so forth. Many of them going on about Judges. "Bunbun! Let's see what's going on!" "Kwee?" "Mmmhmm!" Grabbing an apple along the way from the marketeer, he hands it over to the bunny and he walks along the path where the potential source of interest lies within the city center.

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' A few of the soldiers standing by notice the Sell Sword moving in from outside. At first they were trying to decide to move in to tell him he couldn't enter, however thanks to the earlier battle and damage, there would be few of them to handle if a fight broke out. So instead one stood back, while another one went off to go locate their Judge in charge. However that Judge was injured earlier by the commotion and well, probably what could have lead so many to thinking that Garland was perhaps Gabranth; or just another evil Judge Magister. Once the soldier gets to Gabranth and salutes him, he speaks up clearly with that slight british accent common for the area. "Your honor, the one who was fighting the.. armored man earlier.. their associate is here." The Judge Magister slowly looks over to the soldier. There was a long stare before he spoke, "Who is this individual?" He says with a crisp, calm voice. "Your honor, he is a Sell Sword. He is known for taking many jobs, including also some for us. However, we are not sure if his presence here is because of..." The troops silences as Gabranth walks by. "Your honor?" "I will look into this further by my own means." "Your honor, I do not think that would be wise. You have been out of the loop for some time and.." Gabranth quickly draws out the Highway Star and lifts the tip of the blade to the soldier. His voice growing with a low growl in it. "I am very aware of what has been taken place in lands you would never step foot in. I have seen the darkness and it crawl over the lands of many words. The screams of people far haunting then that heard in wars. Do NOT find me so fool-hearty as to not know." The soldier places up his hands, before he nods his head gently. "Y-Yes, your honor. Forgive me for the.. mistake, your honor." Gabranth then lowers his blade before he sheaths it once more. "Forgiven." He states calmly, before he turns back on his heels. His cape flowing with the very movement in an almost heavy motion. Soon the Judge Magister starts to move into the group of people. Past the youth who took the apple from the stand who came to see what the commotion was about. Which he looks over too and gives a minor nod to the youth, before he continues on. It is obvious to Gabranth that the crowd also moves for another further ahead. That other being most likely the very man the troops spoke of. He read about a Sell Sword in the area, this very individual. He could not but silently wonder if it be whom he thinks it is.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr doesn't say anything to anyone, he has no soldiers to call his own (yet) and simply moves to wade across the market place. At this point, Gabranth enters in his wake, the people now really backing up. A Judge and someone associated with a outlaw...worse, someone who has little love for Arcadia. The cloak hides his back, but the figure is powerful...familar perhaps. Not many people have a build like his, Rallius is the closet...though he's considerably more bear-like that Angantyr. However, where Rallius' body was...lighter, brighter somehow. Angantyr's body is darker, colors and light dimmer near him. Angantyr pauses as he notices that people are not just staring at him, but at something behind him. Slowly, he turns, eyes looking annoyed at being followed, and watches as the iron clad judge starts making his way in his wake. The eyes narrow...that armor... To Gabranth, the man was older, a few more lines in that face of his, but he was very little changed from the battle of the younger man's home. There was also...something else, the darkness was calmer, like staring into a pool, instead of a raging storm. That unmistakable darkness was still there, but it was almost like he had wrangled the beast, instead of it consuming him. As Rallius would have attested...Angantyr had this particular darkness sense he was born, uncontroled even as a child, he was an oddity in the family of paladins. He was the sacrifice for their great light...the shadow that one casts when standing too close to it. "I somehow doubt this is a social call, Judge. So let me be frank, I am here to seek release of my allies that were taken under custody. The battle was not something they were involved with, nor was it a judge that my friend assaulted." Angantyr is going to try and play diplomacy first. "Holding them is pointless."

:'''[[Sanel]] has posed:''' In the midst of it all, the boy has managed to walk past the group of people trying o get away to avoid being in the onslaught. The little boy in blue, however, is walking straight into the mess without a care in the world. While he manages to find the spot, his little friend is happily nibbling on the apple. Managing to get a bit closer to the vicinity of the rising tensions, Sanel's good eye peeks out. "Kwee?" asks the dreamhare. "Sanel doesn't know. Let's see." 

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' The Judge Magister studies the Sell Sword. Before those blue eyes narrow slightly in thought. There was silence as he listens to what Angantry stated. His hand gently come to rest down on the hilt of the Highway Star as though it takes him a moment, he starts to place facial features together. It was enough to cause him to sneer behind the masked helm, however the voice betrays the action which still remains calm as ever. "You should know, Sell Sword that while in New Ivalice and in the territories that which Archades rules over, you to refer to a Judge or Judge Magister as your honor. Or at least by proper title if nothing less.. and even in armor, there is a large difference between the two." Gabranth then hrms softly. "As for your comrades that were caught in this mess. I do not know who all was captured or placed in prison for the earlier acts. However, as you do know of what may have taken place here, I may have to request for you to come in for questioning." So far it seemed the Judge Magister was remaining calm and composed. No motion had been yet made into a fighting stance, nor the hand resting on the hilt moved any to grab of the weapon. Instead it continues to remained relaxed. Though if Angantry was sensitive to it, he may indeed feel the Judge Magister staring directly at him, eye for eye. Like two great predators both staring one another down; at least it may explain why the tension in the air was slowly starting to become thick.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "I wasn't here. I only know because of rumors and a frantic call from my friend to fix things." Angantyr partially lies. However, the voice brings back memories...dark memories. His eyes narrow, and his own hand moves to the shaft of a mace that rests on his back...larger than some people, and a dark aura radiates from the weapon as well. It is a mean obsidian looking weapon...and nasty to boot. His eyes remained focused on the judge. "You tolerate my impertanance because of my skill and power, but now I am here to clear something up, I have nothing as far as information about the event to offer you, and I refuse to be taken in for crimes I did not commit, nor will you use me as bait for Avira. I am not a victim, judge, rather you like to contest this is in your court." "But I do remember you now. Did they give you a promotion for killing my country men? To make them sacrificial lambs for your nation's conquring forces?" Angantyr accuses, keeping the tone calm, but pointed. "I'm not here for my greviances...today. I am here to clear up the matter of my three clan mates, to get their freedom. Our matter, can be resolved later."

:'''[[Sanel]] has posed:''' The boy is taking the moment to examine both individuals. While both are armor-cladded, they give off a different vibe of power. It makes the boy curious, tilting his head over while taking observance and listening in. The eyes shift towards the Judge, first and foremost. There is that weapon. Then, it moves towards the other warrior of darkness. Sanel merely watches while holding BunBun. This is quite a bit to take in. 

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' Gabranth would break into a laugh. Oh how he would laugh. Something he'll do probably when he is in his room alone really. To be stated that he 'tolerates' this mercenary for his skill and power. How off this man was, how off he was from the truth. Respect, perhaps. Perhaps he should have said respect when he spoke with Gabranth, but to late now. "It is good to see that power indeed still makes a man think he is worth pride. Pride could indeed be your undoing one day, Sell Sword." He ignores the call of being called Judge and speaks calm still. "Mm. So it is you." His hand at last tightens on the blade at the conformation. "I did as I was ordered to do as a loyal soldier of the Archadian military.. and for promotion. No. I was already a Judge Magister even then. It was only a further proof of my loyalty yet however." He narrows his eyes, as they slowly start to go from blue to a golden amber in color as dark magic starts to gather from within him. "Unless you have forgotten how our structure operates, then I suggest you go read up." "Now then, as you have no proof that they were not involved and you are speaking on the behalf of an individual currently a possible suspect of a crime that I am investigate into to either clear them or sentence them. I can not simply let your clan mates go, until I am done with my investigation." Gabranth tilts his head a bit to the side. "So you can either aid me in finding the proof, get out of our way as we handle this, or stay in my way at which case I may have to charge you for impeding a investigation."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "But I am not in your way, you came after me. I am going to the guard tower to get them released." Angantyr says, as if talking to a small child. "Do I need to break it down any farther? Did you forget that you came after me? What a way to waste time in this investigation." he grunts, still keeping his hand on his weapon as the other man started to channel that dark energy. Angantyr's starts to flare a little as well, his eyes not changing to a more amber hue, instead they stay their natural color, as he focuses on Gabranth. "There is a thin like between arrogance and confidence...what you might see as one, I know is the other. But if pride is to be my undoing...then it will surely do me better than being a faithful puppy to House Solidor." he says, with a faint smirk. "Whatever your reasons for what you did, they are not the subject of why I am here today, so if that is it, judge, I am going to conclude my buisness." he says, and turns, offering his back towards Gabranth as he continues to move on his way...and the now MUCH emptier streets of Rabanastre. "Did you get all that?"

:'''[[Sanel]] has posed:''' "What does BunBun think that Strange Men are talking about." "Kwee!" "Oh, stupid human stuff?""Kwee!" "Help you take overthe----" And then the magic starts to resonate. That is where Sanel's single eye, obscured from the mass of his hair, give off an ominous red glow. It radiates that bright glow as he peers towards the source of it: Gabrath. He stares for several moments the frown growing. Then, it concentrates on Angantyr. "Sanel feel odd." "KWEEE!" While the streets are much emptier, there are few stragglers here and there. And one onlooker. 

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' Gabranth did not snarl, he did not growl. Instead his voice continued to stay very calm, though he did turn to face Angantyr as he started to walk past. Those eyes still staring into the man. "I was informed by those very guards of your presence and /that/ is why I am before you. Now then, if you continue to walk." Gabranth then slowly looks away. "I will have to take action, as my authority here over-rules all authority with Rabanastre. Also it is YOU who is hung up on your past, since you continue to fall back to that." Now there was the low growl as the hand unlatched the blade form the sheath. "Now. I will say again, Angantyr. Stand back and let us do our work, that way your friend can be freed sooner, or I will have you thrown in there with them until we are done. Be glad my patience is remaining currently, but you are on the last sliver of it."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' STUPID HUMAN STUFF The Network wonders if Max is stealing something from Rabanastre again since he did mention going on job. Emi and *drumroll* Umi have made their way into Rabanastre. Umi is feeling a bit down for mysterious reasons that totally don't involve Percival. She is also, unlike Emi, wearing a baseball cap off to the side that is a bit ratty. Nevertheless, the two are together and clearly similar enough in appearance to be called 'twins' even though they're really more of a sextet at present time. Still, the first people they notice are Ang and Gabranth and then, shortly after, Sanel. Emi observes the two for a few moments and then glances to Sanel. Umi also glances to Sanel and, ultimately, jogs on over to Sanel. "OIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!" She shouts at the young boy. "Oi oi oi!!" Emi sigihs faintly and returns to observing the Judge and his uh ... Ang. "Oi!" Umi says. "Your eye..." She whispers. "Your eye is glowing. Did you know that? I'm Umi. Pleased to meet you. The Network says hello too. What are you up to? Do you need anything? Are you about to be all Cyclops Death Lasers POOOOSH? Because if you are that's totally dangerous and you shouldn't..." She glances over to Emi for a moment before leaning in to add, "...But it'd be totally wicked. You get my meaning?"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr has pretty much had enough of this. The cloak goes flying, off of his shoulders to hit the ground to the side of him. The mace comes into his hand...and Gabranth can see it now. It is massive, more than a man could...or should weild in two hands, but he handles the thing in one arm as he brings it down into the ground, shattering it. "So you're in my way, Judge. Fine. If I have to take you down to free my allies, then so be it. I tried to play by the rules, but if I gota make my stand against Arcadia now, I'd gladly do so for Clan Dagna." he states simply. He turns, and then just dives at Gabranth, aiming to swing the mace into his body, trying to tear away armor and flesh. The mace moves again, aiming to swing down at his legs with the second movement, aiming to try and crush bones and cause pain through his legs, before his right hand exploded into flame...coursing through his body and aiming to clench the fist. This time, a explosion of darkness rings out, and attempts to claim Gabranth's body, burning...but not causing any pain. Instead, it flares when his attacks hit, causing them to hurt even more. "I'm not going to be your bait. Lets DO THIS!"

:'''[[Sanel]] has posed:''' Blink! Truth be told, Sanel is surprised by the initial, loud contact of Umi's approach. At first, a wary glance is cast over with that single, visible eye. That other eye, hidden by the mass of hair, continues to glow due to the strong presence of magic. Nevertheless, the surprised boy is clutching onto the dreamhare tighter. The creature, squeaking at the boy's affections, twitches and it wiggles to try to escape the boy's OVERLY STRONG hold. As Umi makes an observation, Sanel blinks, "...Sanel's eye glows?" It is hard to tell. It just feels odd. With the first contact made, Sanel replies, "Sanel is Sanel, happy to meet Umi. BunBun is BunBun," He introduces the dreamhare, who is gagging. But, after the boy relents, the creature is able to breathe once more. Why, god, why?! Sanel squints towards Umi, "...Sanel does not know if that is possible. Sanel thinks Umi is making up stuff." His cheeks puf up. "...Sanel is watching the Armored Men talking about 'stupid human stuff' and--" The explosion occurs, "...fight." 

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' Gabranth does not draw the sword. Instead he just lets the Sell Sword -- Be the villain. To long has he been in these type of games. To long has he seen the seeds before him. He could see the storm coming before it came. He already knew that no matter what words were placed before this man, that he would just simply ignore them. Rage, rage drove Angantyr, that much was clear to Gabranth. That rage-- would be the very weapon he now used on the Sell Sword, a rage Gabranth knew well, as he too had it, but he learned to focus it. Control it. It would not cloud his judgment, for in law... You could not let anything cloud your judgment, because the one thing that did drive Gabranth's blindness was now locked away nice and tight. The Mace slammed into the armor, however the armor only cracked only the sheer force, not giving as much has perhaps the Sell Sword would be use to in his battles. The second impact does the same damage to the armor, also cutting into the leather, the marks deep, but not ripping it apart just yet. Then the darkness flares out around Gabranth, slamming the Judge Magister back and straight into a wall. However, instead of stay still. Gabranth slowly moves himself out. Weapons still not drawn. "Angantry, you strike out in your rage. You do not listen to the words given to you. Are you so deaf in your madness that you do not understand what I gave to you? Does your past rule you so deeply that when you are given a choice of standing by, you simply toss it aside because you let it lead your hand now? You call me a dog of the Empire, yet you are a lost puppy to your very past." The Judge Magister then draws out the Choas Blade and Highway Star. The two swords though not pointed to Angantry, instead their tips pointed to the ground. Troops were starting to move in, but until Gabranth gave the word. They did nothing but stand by. "Now stand down, before you are truly marked as an enemy of the Empire."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "You already threatened to take me in, you threatened my allies and keep them on false charges and base affiliation...you simply use them to lure in Avira, who wasn't even attacking a judge...you just desire a conflict." Angantyr says, "See, I am much more honest with myself. I do not let pretexts cloud my vision. You say I am mad with rage...but I too use that rage as a weapon. The anger and hate that fill me will be directed at those who stand in my way...those who abuse their power to give them dominion over others." Angantyr's darkness bursts, as he stares at Gabranth, "Your words are hollow, and we both know it. To be judged as a enemy of the empire? Please, I know you've been keeping tabs on me for years, because you knew I was up to something...well be damned the waiting. Now is as good of time as any...I am here to free my allies, and to embarrass you infront of your men." he says, and then...the darkness folds around him. Running over his armor...changing it from the cheap looking material to armor crafted of something nightmares. The armor is full plate, litterally made of darkness, looking at it would be like staring into the abyss. The armor continues to merge with him, until it snaps over his head, encapsulating his body as he snaps his head up. The visor where his eyes should be was just a crimson glow...and the darkness continues to grow with each passing moment. "Lets do this, fido."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Umi is pretty boisterous. Emi, on the other hand, is a bit more cautious and does not jump into the fight. She is content to observe for the moment. She bites her lip at the discussion, a lot of this is quite honestly over her head. It's not that she's not smart enough to figure it out--it's just that much of this is based off information she doesn't have and she doesn't like the idea of making a sudden judgement call. Still, one thing is clear. One is fighting on behalf of Avira and the other is fighting against Avira and Avira is someone to whom she owes something of a debt. Another thing is clear is that this is a personal matter for Ang. Better not get involved unless an opportunity presents itself. Umi blinks a few times at Sanel, a bit surprised. First off Sanel doesn't seem to know thath is eye glows. And unsubtly at that. Second, cyclops death lasers are totally real. Third, stupid human stuff naturally implies Sanel does not see himself as a human which is okay, really, The Network doesn't exactly scream humanity itself. "Hmmm..." Umi says. "HmmmMmMMmm.... OH HEY!" Her head rises. "You are Sanel. SAnel is Sanel, you said, well Umi is Umi, heh! The Network wonders if you are part of a Network too? Umi is of The Network, to clarify, as is Emi, who is over there in observation mode. The Network is pleased to meet your acquaintance and inquires that if you are not human what are you? Are you a cyborg Network? That would be metal, The Network confirms (actually just Umi)." She looks to BunBun. She dismisses the name as irresponsible. There's no switchblade, after all.

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' Gabranth can only sigh softly. "You took what I said and saw them the wrong way. This does not surprise me. I told you to stand aside, help us, or I have to arrest you for the time of the investigation. I had no plans to hold them if all facts pointed to the fact they had nothing involved. You had no proof, thus I have to follow the proper trail. What enforcer or general would I be if I did not keep to some letter." The Judge Magister then rolls his shoulders. "Though I see once more, taking the stance of Diplomacy does solve very little. Very well, lets just amuse the masses. You defeat me, your friends can go free and if we find charges against them, we will capture them. If I win, you go in prison. Where you will now go at any rate for your actions." "I'm also a man of my word, not that you would believe such." The Judge Magister then charges forward, his blade swings out, both carving downward to shred into the new armor over Angy, before he attempts then to use the very dark magic to rip into the armor, attempting to yank away for a time any magical properties it may give the Sell Sword. "Show me what you have learned since then."

:'''[[Sanel]] has posed:''' "Network?" Sanel looks at Umi with a confused look. He runs his hand over to his hair, playing with the strands while giving a thoughtful look. "Sanel dos not know about the Network." Pause. "What is the Network?" Then, his eyes drift over towards Emi, who is observing the fight as well. The look becomes that of curiosity. Sanel looks over towards the girl who is the first to initiate the conversation. "...Sanel does not know if he is human or not. Sanel only follows what BunBun says." Then, he frowns, "Sanel doesn't remember anything except for his name." His eye occasionally drifts to watch the two locked onto combat, but then it returns towards Umi, showing signs of interest in her. 

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' "Oh please, encourage me to fight harder." Angantyr challenges, with a grin. Gabranth charges in, but Angantyr does not defend himself, instead he acts aggressively. He swings the weapon, aiming to try and deflect the blows of the Judge, and for his efforts he only manages to take a bit of the pain out of them. The blades cut into Angantyr, seemingly not providing much in the department of defense...the shadow does not withstand the blows from darkness, breaking apart, and drawing dangerous lines of blood from their strikes. Angantyr, however, swings, the mace trails a massive line of dark energy, aiming to try and smash Gabranth across the head. However, acting aggressively, Angantyr presses the attack, as he movse forward once more, this time a massive wave of darkness bursts through the ground as he swings the blade upwards...a massive maw opens up from the darkness, aiming to try and grab a piece of the judge, trying to tear a chunk of him out...and causing a strange feeling of something draining from his body afterwards. Then Angantyr swings down again, once more trying to drag the mace down ontop of the Judge's head.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "The Network? Well... Mmm... I'm the Network. Emi is the Network. Ami, Imi, Omi, and Shida are the Network. We're all The Network." She nods firmly. She doesn't really mind chatting about this, though she has to admit, "I don't know if you're human or not either... But I guess if you're not, you still seem like you could use some company. I'm Umi! Like I said. Umi is Umi, right? Right. So--" She jabs a thumb at herself. "Consider official introductions over! We know who each other is and I even know of Bun Bun, your spirit animal." She scratches at her ear lightly. Hmm. No what should she say to this fellah? "May I try something? It won't hurt, but I'm curious about you--The Network admits--and perhaps we could be friends!" She beams. Emi meanwhile watches someone try to bludgeon someone in the head with a mace.

:'''[[Sanel]] has posed:''' The dreamhare looks over both Sanel and then Umi with a curious look. After a moment of their exchange, it exhales a sigh, deciding to relent on its attempt to escape. Sigh. Nevertheless, Sanel is holding onto the bunny, tilting his head over towards Emi. "Network is the Network. All of Umi's friends are the network." Pause. "Sanel is happy to meet the Network." She wants to try something? "S-sure, Sanel will let Umi try something. ...Sanel would like friends. Sanel wanders around and does not know anyone." 

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' She sure does say she wants to try something, though hearing Sanel talk like that almost makes her reconsider. She doesn't seem to realize Sanel is going all Elmyra on that poor bunny. But then, it's typically Ami's job to worry about animals. Umi's job is to be highly excitable and friendly. "Is that true...? The Network wonders." Umi taps her chin lightly and nods to herself. "Mm...hmmm... Well you're in luck, we can be your friend. See, I had a feeling you might need friends, it was my womanly intuition that is to say we are observant which is to say we can recognize like-like instances of behavior, The Network confirms." She looks Sanel over and closes her eyes. "If this bothers you... tell us to stop." And then, upone reopening them, allows electricity to crackle across her form. It's a magical energy and she is curious whether or not this will cause that eye to glow a bit brighter. It's just a little bit, not intending to cause any problems with Sanel--at the very least, she doesn't want to!

:'''[[Sanel]] has posed:''' The dreamhare has relaxed, managing to not become frantic despite of the strange boy's grip on it. Sanel is pretty happy, overall. Umi's offer of friendship brings a smile to the amnesiac's face, who seems very willing for this. "Like-like instances...?" Sanel is confused for one moment, but then he awaits,. Once the electricity starts to crackle across the form, that magical glow on his eye brightens. It is a glance that pinpoints over to her. And yet, while hte other eye remains lockd onto her, the boy is able to recognize that coloring. "...Nn..." "Sanel senses strange energy.... it feels warm.... it looks odd. Umi has funny glow around her, just like the two men." BunBun sees its chance!!! The dreamhare springs off of Sanel's arms and it runs away. !!!! "Nggh... sorry, need to get BunBun...." With a look of surprise, the boy is quickly running after the sprinting dreamhare, trying to catch the creature along the streets.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' It seems that Sanel has an eye that can detect magic. IT grows more brightly the closer--or more--magic there is around him. But why? Well that's a question for later it seems because Sanel has to chase after a bunny. Umi says, "Remember Umi!" as Sanel darts off. "Maybe we can talk more later!" She waves after him. "The Network fears for that poor rabbit, however... hmm..." She taps her chin a few more times. MEANWHILE Emi looks back to Umi. Some silent communication passes between the two and now BOTH Legions are observing the fight. Contemplating.

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' The Mace slams into the arm of the Judge Magister as Gabranth blocks the incoming blow. The leather takes the brunt and shreds through the leather exposing the skin under it. Then moving quickly to the side, the darkness pierces out. It rips through the armor, metal shards fly off, yet the armor still stands. Strength slightly pulled from but his resilience still stands. Gabranth turns his attention away for a moment as he moves back a few steps, keeping his blades ready as a defensive stance. Though words are not heard nor lips seen, it is obvious that somehow Gabranth is giving orders. Several troops vanish from the scene, carrying out whatever order Gabranth may have given. Soon with a deep inhale of air, the Judge Magister lowers the chaos blade to the ground, only taking quick steps in with the highway Star. Making quick, fluid slashes for the other dark knight. Using the speed of the lighter blade while giving his arm a moment of rest before the next strike comes in.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr smirks as the blow tears away armor, the blow was palpable...but it wasn't as powerful as he wanted. Oh well, he'd have to wait again for another strike like that. However, the heavier blade was lowered as Gabranth came in with a series of quick blows. It would be effective too, if Angantyr had any wish to fight defensively or wasn't using such a large weapon. Angantyr swung with his own weapon, aiming to try and break through the barrage of blades, his own weapon swinging upwards, aiming to try and smash the other fighter upwards...but the smaller blade manages to stop the massive weapon, and the two collide...Angantyr's momentum stopped...but the Judge's attack also halted. The clash of darkness sends a dark wind throughout the area, as Angantyr bounces off the strike and skids back along his feet... But then he was on the move again, trying to push the attack. He comes upwards, leading the way with a fist, covered in dark flames, to try and lead the assault, dashing from a decent distance, before he swings the weapon downwards... And repeatedly tries to smash him into the ground, aiming to try and bounce him off the desert town's streets.

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' Gabranth raises up the Chaos Blade after their quick exchange of blows, The mace slams down, breaking Gabranth's attempt of defense, before the mace once more swings down and impacts into the Judge Magister's shoulder. His knee slamming into the ground, but from that stance he swings out his blades, before he suddenly pushes right off from where he was knelt as a dark aura surrounds him. As Gabranth pushes off and goes back. He gathers the dark aura around his blades before he sends it out with a slash of is blades toward the mercenary. Then landing down on the ground, he charges in, following in the dark aura only to bring a quick slash from the Highway Star, then spinning around before moving the Chaos Blade down. "Know this now, You are now a criminal of the Archadian Empire. Anywhere you go, you will be hunted down. You brought this on yourself. Do not forget this." Gabranth knew saying such may be an unwise idea, however given the circumstance. Win or lose, what could have been avoided, was not, and thus the wheels were already in motion once more.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' SO MUCH DARKNESS. Umi approaches Emi and looks at the incredible fight between two great warriors of evil justice. Or dark justice. Right, dark justice. She gets antsy very quickly, hopping from foot to foot as she stares at the battle. It seems like Ang has the upper hand, but-- "Can't I jump in...?" Umi asks of Emi. Emi shakes her head. "Doesn't seem appropriate. Ang seems to have this handled and we do not wish to draw attention to ourselves, remember..." "agggghh..." Umi complains. "We've gotta. A true action hero has to jump into all fights especially if it isn't any of their business..." Emi sighs and stuffs her hands in her pockets, looking away. "This one is not involved..." But then Gabranth gives his speech. Umi just can't resist. She runs in, jabbing an electrically charged finger pointing towards him. "Hey hey hey--you want a rumble huh?? Well--Ang's a pal of Avira, and a pal of us, and that means we're all pals..." She fans both her hands forward and summons... well electricity obviously, spreading her arms to the side. "Have a hand, Ang!" And she intends to fling the spark towards him, intending to provide some electrically charged armor to protect him from ZA DAAAAAARKUNESSSS but will there be a dynamic interrupt...!?!??!! Emi has nothing to do with this.

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' DYNAMIC INTERRUPT. A figure in a red armored jacket leaps down from where they had been quietly watching this entire exchange. He picks himself up, vaulting off the top of the building and kicking away from the side so that he is pushed far forwards in a diagonal streak through the air. He slams into Angatyr, knocking the mercenary back a step or two as Riku proclaims "What. Again?! Somebody kick over your stew, Angantyr?" he leaps back, putting himself inbetween the two combatants with a shadowy blade of crystalline mist forming and snapping into life as he faces the mercenary, he look over at Umi. "Do you have to get your fingers into /everything?/"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr moves defensively, oddly, as he had been playing aggressively for a while. The mace colldides with the Highway Star, the two weapons colliding for a brief moment...but the Chaos Star punctures through his defenses. Causing Angantyr to take the full blunt of the assault, being driven back by the blow... "Not bad." he grunts, standing up and cracking his neck. Then a scream from Umi... "Oh <GOOSEHONK>, no! Stay out of this!" he says...and then COUNTER COUNTER INTERFEARANCE! Riku smashes into the dark knight, sending him back a bit and out of the way of Umi's help. He growls... "What the hell Riku?! Stay out of my fight...I am not kidding this time. I am not going to hold back if you <GOOSEHONK> with me kid." This puts him into a very bad situation. However, the judge would have to come first, as he speaks at him... "Oh no, I am hunted by the Arcadian Empire! Gosh! I better give up..." he says, and smashes the mace into the ground. Until he moves right to Gabranth, his right hand suddenly shifting, as ZA DARKNESS warps the hand. "THIS IS FOR EVERY SOLDIER OF MINE YOU SLAIN! LET THEIR CRIES SEND YOU TO THE GRAVE!" he booms...as the claw drives upwards into the man... aiming to grab him and litterally LIFT him off the ground with that massive arm.. Then the blood spilled between the two men pools up from the ground arround them, becoming hundreds of claws as they tear up, aiming to completely and utterally try and rip through Gabranth... aiming to leave nothing left at all. An explosion of darkness aims to consume the judge as the dark claw disburses from his arm, aiming to return the knight to normal...Knightmare armor gone and everything.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Yes!" Umi says. "No." Emi says. The two look at each other for a few moments before Umi turns back to Riku. "And you totally just got involved too---" "After you--" Emi begins before Umi covers her ears and 'la la las' until Emi quiets down and starts berating her WITH HER BRAIN instead. Eventually Umi lets her hands drop and hops from foot to foot. "Man--you can't just expect us to hang back and watch when we run into something like this, can ya Riku? Besides you've got way more spinning plates than anyone. You're like holding five...six? A hundred spinning plates." Though really Gabranth looks like he's getting whuuuupped so maybe Ang didn't need help? Well that's besides the point to Umi. "We are sorry for the trouble, sirs." Emi says. "She's getting antsy." Umi runs over and intends to ALSO get in between the two. "DOUBLE OBSTACLE!" She yells. Emi covers her eyes.

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' Gabranth is lifted off the ground, yet there is still no fear from the man, only a simply, "Death is what you seek. Then be done with it. Death will gain you nothing in the end, so just get over with it already!" No cries escape from the Judge Magister as the claws attempt to rip through the armor. Shredding the leather, and cracking, placing claw marks into the unique armor. There was no screams of pain, only that cold stare as those gold amber eyes only glow brighter from behind the helm. "Because if you devour my soul. You will only find that what was here was always an empty husk. It died long ago." Then there was a glow that started to form under them both, as dark light sheds upward. "Let us be Judged, shall we? Brothers.. in Darkness." Then with a blast of the dark light a Blade attempts to slam upward to jut through Angantyr in a ghostly haze. Not attempt to impact him; but his very soul. Gabranth then uses this chance to break himself free from Angantyr. Gabranth lands back, almost falling over, but forcing himself up. He sheaths his blades quickly as summons forth a dark orb in his hands, gathered from the dark energy he summoned earlier which forms into his hands. Then a dark barrier starts to form behind Angantyr, as a piercing darkness spike then tries to freeze the mercenary in place as he thrusts the dark ball forward. The very energy then attempts to absorb the darkness around it into the hole, as Gabranth rushes forward. Moving to slam his fists into Angantyr, before a dark sphere glows around his fist as he spins around and then comes around with a hard punch which shatters the dark barrier around them, exploding it out like blades that try to pierce through Angantyr. Then quick following with the shattering, Gabranth draws out his Chaos Blade once more, looking down the length of the blade before he lets out a mighty roar in defiance of his own pain-ached body to bring down the blade upon Angantyr.

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' Riku feels a terrible longing to pull at that endless darkness. To place himself in it's path again and see if it would once again extuinguish the flame of his life. There is a mesmerizing appeal to the idea. Light being snuffed out by an overwhelming darkness. It seems.. even peaceful. Instead of bowing to the instincts that draw him like a moth into the lethal fire, he struggles to stay calm and focused. Of course, he feels sort of silly trying to do so when Umi just runs out there and imposes herself. Now he feels like picking the strange Network girl up and carrying her back to her (sister? Clone?) and telling them not to lose any wandering valuables. "You're crazy, you know that?" he says through the side of his mouth to Umi. There doesn't seem to be particularly any ire to it. Just a statement of fact. Then all the kings horses and all the kings men, etc. Gabranth and Ang just seem to blow past Umi and Riku, hammering at eachother in massive blows. Riku doesn't seem to be quite willing to allow himself to be swept off to the side. His eyes flicker with anger at what seems like a pointless exchange. The fight before was nothing of great important either but.. the intent was different here. The intent was to kill, and Riku wasn't about to allow this if he could stand in the way. He says to Emi. "Ang picked a fight, and I picked a side. Not much of a plate to spin there." and then he returns to Ang, and he takes in a shallow breath and swallows his fear, fingers trembling only slightly. " Where is your soapbox about control now? Did you sell it?" Riku readies the blade. "Back off Ang. What the point of /ANY/ of this?"

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Then suddenly...GRANZON. The darkness surrounds Angantyr, who realizes what this is. His eyes narrow, as he surrounds himself in darkness as well, using the same thing powering the attack as a shield, throwing his power into the weight of the attack...he manages to weaken it. The two powers collide, creating a massive wave of energy that explodes where Angantyr once was. There was a moment...a brief moment where Gabranth might have thought he claimed the man's body. And then Angantyr steps out of the dark fire that was a spot on the sidewalk. His eyes narrowing, "Brothers, we are not. Do not compare yourself to me..." he says, before Riku drives into the middle of them. His eyes narrow, the mace comes down but he does not stop. "The freedom of three of my friends rests in my hands, Riku. These monsters have taken them in because of a fight between Avira and a man impersonating a judge." "More then that, this man destroyed my home. I would like to see you be more controled than I am right now." he simply ends the explanation. "Now we end this. If you stand in my way, Riku..." he growls, and then sifts out the darkness...There was a small moment where he simply vanished, trying to get into melee range with the Judge, aiming to drive the mace down, aiming to try and slam him into the ground, before repeated aiming to send the mace into his body. "GO DOWN!"

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' "Maybe not..." Umi says. "But you're totally interfering, so I getta pick a side just fine. Ang wants to rescue his friends. I'm not crazy, Will would do the same thing--" Okay maybe that is not the sort of argument that would convince Riku but then Umi seems to think it would? But then she doesn't really know precisely the deal between those two either. But then again it doesn't really seem like Ang needs help holy crap. But then again it's the spirit of the thing that's important. "Mm..." Emi considers. The 'spirit of the thing' has less of an impact on her than it might Umi--however! Getting involved in business that is really not your business is truly the TDA way, so she says, "Do what you'd like, Umi, but this is not Network sanctioned." She turns her head to Ang and adds, "I see no reason to stop her for pride's sake. Nevertheless, if they are friends of Avira's... Then this is not simply your business. We owe Avira our life...and the life of--" What is he anyway? She settles on a neutral term. "--acquaintance." Umi grins. Her reasons for hanging back minimized. She reaches back with electrified hands and--flings a quick pair of sparks for Gabranth, following up with a shotgun shot!? She tries to aim around Riku, whom she has no issue with (beyond name callin') but Riku is A BAWSS--it might not work out so readily. WHO KNEW THAT DUELING IN THE MIDDLE OF A CITY COULD MAKE THINGS CHAOTIC?

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' Riku frowns as Ang explains the particulars. Another flicker of anger flashes across his eyes as he closes his eyes. He flickers, darkness wreathed around him as he once again interposes himself between Angatyr and the Judge. He takes the crushing blows, an aura of baking heat and ghostly flames protecting him from some of the worst of the damage. Thorns erupt from the ground near his feet, trying to snare the mercenary and fling him backwards away from the judge while he then steps into the path of the second attack. " I don't care what you said they did! You think I'm just going to stand back and watch you murder someone in the street?! You didn't wait for him to do anything. I heard the whole thing, Angatyr. He said he was /TALKING/ to them not torturing them. What if you are wrong? What if this is the wrong guy?!" He knew the consequences of throwing yourself at something without the right information. He grits his teeth against the pain as the electricity wracks him, extending a hand towards Umi, a cutting black wind of darkness and bitter cold lashing out at her. He doesn't attack either of them. He just stands in the way.

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' Gabranth was worn down from the combat. His armor was wrecked, parts of the leather torn to shreds. Blood was at last starting to make its way to the sandy soil. However the Judge Magister forced himself to stand, his eyes gazing past the combat as their blue color started to fade in. Looking up where earlier where some troops had vanished. His two swords held firmly in his hands. Those blue eyes then look to the mercenary, however he watches the youth come in. A youth he only saw a glimpse of for a moment, but paid no mind to in battle until now. The young lad was protecting him. Placing himself before the very people who were attempting to strike him down. This caused the Judge Magisters eyes to go slightly wide with mild surprise. That someone was /protecting/ him. Though no words could be spoken in time. All Gabranth could do is prepare for the Mercenary to come in, including hearing the cries of a woman outside of his vision. However when the attacks should have struck, the young lad did indeed further protect him. "..why..?" Gabranth said softly in mild confusion. Riku though explained his actions to Angantyr, but they were still lost on the Judge Magister. Everything about this was confusing to him. Different. For all his life he stood on his own once he was abandoned. No one was there for him. No one ever came to his side. Even the other Judge Magisters may come to assist when called upon, but.. this was out of no where, a total stranger. It was about this time that the troops who left out earlier came back with several individuals that were pulled in for questioning. They were being lead down and away form the madness. Gabranth then spoke up at last. "Angantyr, your reckless behavior only cost you your record. Your friend," Gabranth coughed for a moment. "..Your friend Aniva was it.. she had no charges with us. She is clean.. those you seek for.. as I stated once things were checked in with would be free to go. You should have never picked this fight." In some ways, Gabranth would also have to thank Cirra later for some of her quick intel check. She was a very impressive woman, that Judge was. She would one day make a fine Judge Magister.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' This fight was getting nowhere...and Riku was standing in his way. He was reluctant to seriously fight Riku. He acted in defense of himself once...and the fight around the world was hardly serious...but right now, Riku was seriously close to getting everything Angantyr had to bear. His eyes blaze, ready to continue the fight...but Gabranth speaks. His eyes look to spot members of the Clan being escorted out. Avira and they were clear... "Like I give a <Goosehonk>. Any other judge, I might not have picked this fight...but NOT with you. You sit there and look down on me, but it is YOU who were laid low. Now it is you who is shielded by a child." Angantyr spits. "And for you.." he says to Riku, "There is no mistake. I remember this monster, I remember what /they/ did to my home. Tell me, how many of my men did you kill? How did you convince my brother that their lives were unimportant? He still thinks that there is any chance of reconsiliation..." he spits again. "Dogs...everyone of you." he spits once more, as he turns to Umi and Emi, "You two better get out of here." he assides to them. Angantyr however, moves to pick up his cloak, and replaces it on his body, but the mace does not go back...he was still in the middle of Arcadia's city. He starts to withdraw, however.

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Umi seems totally okay with making mistakes. Nevertheless, Umi hisses faintly as darkness pushes into her. Emi gives Umi a sharp look for--even accidentally--harming Riku and after a glance, Umi lowers her hands, kicking the floor sullenly. "Sorry Riku." She mumbles. "But..." She looks up again. "But even if it's a mistake I can't just sit by and wait...not if they're not gonna bother clearing stuff up." She stomps her left food. "Didn't say nothin' 'bout killing him neither. Just was waiting for him to say 'uncle' s'all." She then utilizes the maneuver known as the 'poutyface' and indeed poutyfaces super hard. For Emi's part she bows her head to the judge. "Thank you for releasing them. We apologize for our transgressions." She looks to Umi. "Right?" Umi grumbles out a 'right'. "If there are reparations you desire, we can provide medical aid to whomever you'd like. However, if you do wish to take us prisoner we will have to follow Ang's advice and depart. I do not wish to be a tyrant over my own Sisters even if I disagree with them." She looks to Riku and adds, "And we apologize to you too. This is the second time we've caused you trouble. One day this one hopes it can be made up to you."

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' Judge Magister Gabranth still stands tall, even as the insults fly from Angantyr's mouth. Attempting to rile up the Judge Magister who has hard far to much training to be riled up by such childish behavior. His blue eyes slowly gaze over, as he moves his head to at last look at Emi and Umi. He studies them for a mild moment, but says nothing to them. Then his attention slowly drifts back to Angantyr as he walks away. "Next time we meet, Angantyr. It will be with your arrest warrant and I will not hold back like I did this eve. You will learn that though anger may grant you your power, your lack of control of that anger, of that power, will one day be your undoing. If not by I, then by another." Gabranth slowly, carefully sheathed his swords once more back into his hilt. "Fool." He says softly to no one but himself. "If you only realized how much alike we are." He then for that moment grimaces before he coughs again. Finding himself gently resting up against a slightly wrecked wall, before he stares over to the remaining officers. "Check on the people! Make sure none were harmed!" He barks out in an order, which the troops quickly respond too, even if a few stare for a moment before moving along. His then returns back to Emi and Umi. "You both should go. I will ignore your activities here.." He almost has to hold in another cough. Yeah, it seems Angantyr did more damage then Gabranth was letting on. "Now go." He motions to the two sisters to leave. He then slowly turns to look at Riku now. "..You had no reason to come in the middle of that fight. He was out for my blood for past orders I followed and he will only continue to act on such accord until my death. Though in many ways, I was no better and at times, can still be no better." He then forces himself to stand up once more. "..What is your name, lad?" Though he heard them say his name, sometimes respect still was something to be given. Even more so when it was the one who showed some great potential.

:'''[[Riku]] has posed:''' Riku shakes his head, slowly lowering the sword and trying not to shake with the relief flooding his system that he didn't have to really fight the mercenary. In the sense of fighting that he had meant for the man behind him. Riku glares at Umi, glancing between her and Emi with the intensity of focus. "I think you could go." he says softly, his voice only shaking a little at the end. He then looks at Emi, and his face softens as she apparantly brings Umi to task for leaping into the whole mess. Which he supposes, he shouldn't throw stones at. "It's okay. I--" he shakes his head. "I'm just glad nothing came of it. Still-- " he trails off. It seems like he has run out of things to say to them, he lowers the sword, causing it to evaporate as he turns to face the Judge. He looks almost disappointed and sad as the judge confirms what Angatyr had been saying, His mouth forms a grim line and his thoughts entrench themselves. It didn't matter. He didn't know that then. He couldn't keep scouring himself for things that happen in the past. Riku looks up at the man in armor. "...my name is Riku, your honor." he says these last two words with some of the weariness and adrenaline shock leaking into his voice, but he tries to keep it out of his face. "I did what had to be done, based on the things I knew at the time." he manages to smile at this. "I sort of make a habit of this."

:'''[[Gabranth]] has posed:''' Gabranth gives a soft nod to Riku. He recognizes that look in the youth's face, part of him isn't even sure why he should even care. "Then it is a pleasure, Riku. I am Judge Magister Gabranth, and it is not a bad habit to have. One should always try to assess a situation before jumping into combat. Though sometimes," He glances off toward where the Mercenary has gone off too. "old wounds may force you to be reminded that you may have to start the fight first, but I do believe if I was to act out, it would have only fed his reasons." The Judge Magister then turns to Riku. "I am sorry that you placed yourself in that situation." His voice echos out calmly still, not even seeming shaken by the battle that just took place. "But the one thing you will learn as you find yourself in battles, is that you can not protect everyone, and sometimes in order to carry out what is best, lives may have to be risked. They are choices that are never easy to make, so I do hope you never will have to make them.. as they may lead you to facing someone who becomes much like the Sell Sword." And Gabranth thought he had a record for anger issues. Maybe this goes back to his history and why he just learned to fine tune it into a nice weapon of control. "Or, you could end up like him without proper training, control, and knowledge." He then peers over to Riku once more, "Something I do not believe you would care much for. You do not strike me as that type, Riku." Gabranth winced once more behind the helm. He was already mentally assessing his own damage taken and probably how long he would be out for. "Tell me, Riku. Are you hungry or thirsty?" Gabranth asked as reached his arm up and fixed the gauntlet on his hand. Even if it was damaged. "I am most curious to know who has trained you thus far, if you are willing to share such information with a Judge Magister."

:'''[[Emi Dennou]] has posed:''' Emi is silent as Gabranth pronounces his 'sentence'--ie: get the hell outta here while I'm feeling charitable. This has taught her a lot, in fact, and as a detective she can't help but call this something of a victory on that basis. Of course, on the basis of they'd better stay outta here for a while--well that could be seen as a failure, but the idea of them being unwelcome in this city is perhaps an inevitability with Max's activities here. For now, though, it seems like they're getting off light. ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: AVOID TROUBLE FROM THE PO-PO THROUGH A CONVERSATION SKILL CHECK Emi grabs at Umi's collar--who still seems a bit disgruntled but now mostly just upset at the whole thing. From what she's hearing now, she sure messed up! Will Umi learn to look before she leaps?! No of course not. But Emi does look at him one last time before departing, "I cannot say their anger is justifiable, but we believe in you. Perhaps one day..." She shakes her head. Getting ahead of herself. She drags Umi off coolly.

Dive Into The Heart: Angantyr Vespar

2013-01-13T04:42:13Z

Willsherman:

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|Date of Scene=2013/01/12
|Location=Unknown
|Synopsis=Angantyr is really getting sick of these weird dreams.
|Cast of Characters=Angantyr Vespar, Maira
|pretty=yes
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:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' It is like going under anesthesia. You never remember falling asleep. No gradually relaxing with visions from the day playing back in your mind. Just consciousness, then none. It is an incredibly disorienting feeling. There is nothing but darkness and the cold embrace of water around Angantyr, the sound of his own heartbeat the only thing that can be heard, and even that sounds muffled, like listening through layers of wool. Just when it seems the darkness of this ocean may go on forever, a light begins to flicker from below. It is like a small campfire in a dark wood, colorful, sparkling, hypnotizing. Despite feeling surrounded by water, Angantyr would find that breathing came naturally, as effortless as in the waking world. Soon he will sink to a platform in the middle of the endless void, glass in many colors arranged in mosaics beneath his feet. It depicts several figures, first among them King Mickey in the center, holding his keyblade aloft as he had done in Baron to help them escape. Others may not be recognized, a duck, a dog-like creature... Then breaking through the deafening quiet comes a very familiar voice. "So much to do...such a long road ahead..."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr does not quite get these weird dreams. He just assumes it was the things he ate before bed...or the stress he goes through with his line of work. Or if Garland was screwing with him, even in his dreams. The Darkness does not hold fear for Ang, as he drifts along in the ocean of dark, but the light at the bottom...this was new. Of course, it could be that light that Jasmine keeps trying to remind him that he has, that Avira and Maira keep feeding. The light is becoming stronger, even he admits that. Slowly, he touches down on the platform, looking down on it. Mickey was familar to him...the others not so much... The voice, however, catches his attention, as he looks up trying to find the source. "Maira?" he asks, and shakes his head...strange that he should think of her now of all times, but...is that her voice, or is... He walks into the center of the platform. "Weird.."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' The platform holds an aura of peace and tranquility. It is a reflection of a perfect moment when the mind is still and the body is whole. It is the sort of place where one might be tempted to rest for a good, long time, perhaps to meditate, perhaps to sleep. "Angantyr..." comes that voice again, peaceful and innately musical. Three stone platforms rise from the stained glass floor. They do not make an audible sound as much as their presence just seems to resonate on such a deep level in the psyche that it cannot be described by any of the mundane senses. Upon one rest a sword, the next a shield, and the third a staff. All bear monikers that should put Angantyr in mind of Mickey--or more importantly, the power he wields. "Power sleeps within you, Angantyr...." The pedestals, though not tall, seem to tower with importance. "If you give it form....it will give you strength..."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Sword...Shield...and staff. The three platforms stand before Angantyr, each one with a representation of power. Or rather, how to give it form. That voice, it was Maira...but why? The Dark Knight shakes his head...no, no need to dwell on that now, right now there is a choice to be made, and he has a suspicion that he can't either ignore or choose all of them. This is one of those few rare times he has to chose one. Slowly, he walks towards the Sword, moving to take it from the pedistal, trying to check it's weight and size. Are you really surprised?

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' The sword feels good in his hand, the hilt warms to his touch immediately. It is perfectly balanced, as if it were made for him. It is surely a weapon enemies would fear, especially being wielded by one who knows how to use it. "The power of the Warrior. Invincible courage. A sword of terrible destruction." Angantyr would be well aware of the damage a weapon can cause. A weapon breaks more then bones, splits more than flesh. A weapon can be used for great ill. But it can also protect. "Is this the path you wish to take, Angantyr?" Maira's voice asks, coming from no discernible location, seemingly omnipresent.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr does not need to be told that twice... The sword in hand is powerful...perhaps it is more than just a blade, who knows? The words speak to him, from where he can not tell. However, he turns from the pedistal with sword in hand. "Yes." he says, confident with the blade in hand.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "You have made your choice... You will walk the path with a warrior's courage." The voice continues, warm and somehow approving. "But..." the voice begins, "...everything has a price. What will you give up in return?" The pedestals with the sword and the staff glow with untold power and possibility, humming with potential and waiting to be chosen.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' And the sword was gone, or perhaps he always had it. Angantyr turns towards the other two pedestals....to get something, one must had to sacrifice something. An interesting lesson...but not often untrue. He walks towards the Shield, not second guessing himself one bit. His power was not a shield to protect...it was a terrible power, and it would always be. He takes the shield, holding it up for a moment to feel it's weight.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' The sword will indeed disappear, but somehow Angantyr should have a sense of it on he edge of his awareness, as if all he need do is reach for it with his will and it will once more be in his hand. When Angantyr takes the shield, Maira speaks again: The power of the Guardian. Kindness to aid friends. A shield to repel all. This is the power you forfeit. Just like that the shield disappears, but Angantyr will retain no sense of it. It is gone. The shattering of glass breaks the silence. The platform upon which he stands is cracking from the outside in. There is no where to run. No choice but to fall once more into the abyss of darkness. But if he is to look down once more, another light, another platform, approaches. He will drift slowly upon reaching it, gravity of no matter in this place. Beneath him once more is the stained glass, though the pictures are different than they once were. In one image is the rendition of Avira, cleansed of the mutation and smiling, her well-known features peaceful and happy. In another section, Maira is pictured, rendered in bright reds, golds and oranges, flames that stretch outward to become her hair and clothing. She smiles warmly, her eyes soft and accepting, one hand outstretched toward the viewer, welcoming. There are other pictures here too: Jasmine, kind and adventurous; Rellius, Angantyr's visible opposite; Leida, practicing what Angan had taught her. Additionally, LEXUS is pictured, his face grim. Riku is there as well, as he was when Manhattan fell. And of course, Garland, shrouded in a darkness that cannot be penetrated, imparting a sense of dread. "You have chosen your power. Don't loose sight of the path. Darkness may surround you on all sides, but you must keep your eyes on the light," she says, as the all too familiar Heartless begin to form from shadows in the floor, rising with their glowing eyes to scramble toward Angantyr, mindless devourers of hearts. "Many times you will be expected to fight, Angantyr. You must not forget..." The chosen sword appears once more in Angantyr's grasp, ready to be wielded.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Crack... "Wha.." he speaks, realizing that something was happening. He didn't even have time to realize the finality of the shield being removed. Everything cracks, shattering, and once more he decends into the darkness. Even so, as Angantyr falls, he see's the light of the next platform far below him. Gravity seems to be optional in this place...he even wondered where 'here' was? Even so, the next platform he was on. The pictures below were bittersweet for him. Avira, in both forms, looks at him...Maira happy and chaotic as always...Jasmine, who always supported him, even at his worse or when she was at her most dire straights. Rellius though...and Lexus...important, but negitive... And then there was Garland. But to counter that, Leida, who filled him with some measure of hope. Hope that Darkness wasn't absolute. That light can shine through...that it had not abandoned him. The words spoke again, causing him to turn and face the heartless surrounding him. The sword was already in his hand. He had a weapon...the small bug like heartless gave Angantyr no fear as he moved, slashing at one, but before he even finished that motion was already aiming for the next. A virtual whirlwind of death... t"No peace from these things even here." he mutters, even listening to the words that continue as he fights the heartless away.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' These Heartless prove little challenge to Angantyr. Though he holds an unfamiliar weapon, it seems an extension of himself. As the Heartless are destroyed, rather than dissolving as they do in the world, the symbol of a heart appears, floating upward until it can no longer be seen. "I knew you could do it," comes Maira's voice, encouraging and affectionate. With the Heartless gone, the sense of tranquility returns. Whispers of the past begin to creep into Angantyr's consciousness, some of his most precious memories replaying before his eyes in this moment of respite...

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' ...Odd. When did Heartless react like that? Angantyr has never seen the Keyblade in action, he KNOWS about them, but never has he witnessed one. The rising hearts cause him to watch them leave in wonder, but he looks..nothing. A moment of respite as he is treated to his most precious memories. Memories with his brother as they grew up...they were once very close, it was one of the few bright spots in his life at the time. He could never do anything right...he was a child of darkness...he was unfit to be the head of the house...the sacrifical lamb. Rellius never saw him that way. They always pushed each other hard....until... Memories of a younger Angantyr on the beach. Looking up at the stars, working with a older man who was teaching him how to read a star chart. Avira landing ungracefully into the deserts of Damasca. Angantyr holding a hand to her to help her back on her feat after a nasty spill. A grin spreading wider when she knocked his hand away, and immediately struck with the spine. Maira's attempts to cheer Ang up after the incident with the serpent. The kind smile, and her unfailing inability to grasp that he wanted to be alone...and her unwillingness to let him wallow in self pitty alone. Jasmine's and Angantyr's first meeting, despite the situation, they talked under the stars. Her acceptance of him, despite his darkness and her overwhelming light.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' The memories begin to fade as Maira's voice speaks up again. "Never lose sight of the path..." she reminds. The air begins to shift. A sinking feeling should once more settle like a stone in Angantyr's stomach as a set of double doors appear at the far side of the platform. From within, familiar voices are screaming....Maira and Avira. The roar of a blood-rage, familiar as well. The doors stand as a challenge to him. Dare he open them to face what lies beyond?

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr's rest from strangeness was ruined by the sinking feeling, the feeling that something was off. The doors stand as a challenge to him, and the familar cries of his friends, and the blood rage roar. His eyes narrow, sword in hand as he charges the doors. There is very few things he'd dive head first into for...but those two screams count as one of the few precious things he wants to protect, throwing open the doors without even thinking twice.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' As the doors swing upon, Angantyr is faced with another memory, this one jarringly unpleasant. It was as if the good memories were a gift, something to give him strength for what he now faces. Angantyr is transported back in time to that day out on the sea, riding the undulating motions of the giant sea serpent who set Angantyr's darkness writhing to over-come him. He would be reliving it now, the loss of himself as he lashes out at Maira, her smile upon seeing him so warm and trusting--then she is hit, and falling, her blood staining his mace. The scene blurs some, Avira before him with her blade held defensively, eyeing Angantyr with caution as she tries to bring him back from the brink. But the darkness...it is so strong. Trapped in memory though he is, something about the vision changes. The mace that he had held is suddenly the sword chosen on the first platform. It is a reminder. Another challenge. Can he overcome? Will he lose sight of the light as he remembers his failures? Maira's voice comes from everywhere once more, urging; "I know your light is strong! You just have to know it too..."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' That day...already he was where he was at... The nightmare clad armor wrapped around him...the darkness surging through his body, threatening to consume his very being. The overwhelming urge to simply /kill/ everything that was moving. It was so strong...darkness overwhelmed him again, the tendrils wrapping around everything. Maira was already hurt...Avira couldn't hope to defeat him...all was already lost... However, that voice...those encouragements... Angantyr's hand grips the weapon tightly, the sword, and he swings it... At his own armor, trying to break the darkness away from his heart, away from himself. He wasn't someone to be weilded by it...HE was the weilder...

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' As the sword strikes at the nightmare armor of darkness that clads Angantyr's form, the armor shatters as if made of glass. In great tendrils of mist it drifts from him, clouding his vision until he is torn away--or set free--of the memory. The darkness fades, and he is back on the last platform, standing before the open doors. This time, there is merely a bright light shining from them, warm as the sun or a fire on a cold night. The sword has vanished once more, but again, it is with him. He will carry it with him always. Maira's voice has direction now, coming from behind. She's standing there, or at least an apparition of her is, smiling and urging him forward through the doors. "Sometimes it is okay to look back, as long as you keep your feet moving forward...you won't get lost."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr turns to face the Apparation of Maira... Even as the nightmare fades, Angantyr shudders as the memory was brought to his mind once more. However... The warm sunlight behind him beconds, and Maira urges him forward. Once more, he turns, putting one foot before the other as he turns to enter the doorway... But what could follow this?

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Awake. That is what waits. Angantyr wakes wherever he can last remember being, just as suddenly conscious as he had fallen asleep. The world returns around him, the same as he remembers it... But perhaps, something about the way he sees it has changed.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr awakens... He actually wakes up slowly, instead of jolting awake, for the first time in ages. He blinks, shaking himself and looks to his hand. "...That was a strange dream, even by my standards."

Dive Into The Heart: Angantyr Vespar

2013-01-13T04:41:55Z

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|Location=Unknown
|Synopsis=Angantyr is really getting sick of these weird dreams.
|Cast of Characters=Will Sherman, Maira
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:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' It is like going under anesthesia. You never remember falling asleep. No gradually relaxing with visions from the day playing back in your mind. Just consciousness, then none. It is an incredibly disorienting feeling. There is nothing but darkness and the cold embrace of water around Angantyr, the sound of his own heartbeat the only thing that can be heard, and even that sounds muffled, like listening through layers of wool. Just when it seems the darkness of this ocean may go on forever, a light begins to flicker from below. It is like a small campfire in a dark wood, colorful, sparkling, hypnotizing. Despite feeling surrounded by water, Angantyr would find that breathing came naturally, as effortless as in the waking world. Soon he will sink to a platform in the middle of the endless void, glass in many colors arranged in mosaics beneath his feet. It depicts several figures, first among them King Mickey in the center, holding his keyblade aloft as he had done in Baron to help them escape. Others may not be recognized, a duck, a dog-like creature... Then breaking through the deafening quiet comes a very familiar voice. "So much to do...such a long road ahead..."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr does not quite get these weird dreams. He just assumes it was the things he ate before bed...or the stress he goes through with his line of work. Or if Garland was screwing with him, even in his dreams. The Darkness does not hold fear for Ang, as he drifts along in the ocean of dark, but the light at the bottom...this was new. Of course, it could be that light that Jasmine keeps trying to remind him that he has, that Avira and Maira keep feeding. The light is becoming stronger, even he admits that. Slowly, he touches down on the platform, looking down on it. Mickey was familar to him...the others not so much... The voice, however, catches his attention, as he looks up trying to find the source. "Maira?" he asks, and shakes his head...strange that he should think of her now of all times, but...is that her voice, or is... He walks into the center of the platform. "Weird.."

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' The platform holds an aura of peace and tranquility. It is a reflection of a perfect moment when the mind is still and the body is whole. It is the sort of place where one might be tempted to rest for a good, long time, perhaps to meditate, perhaps to sleep. "Angantyr..." comes that voice again, peaceful and innately musical. Three stone platforms rise from the stained glass floor. They do not make an audible sound as much as their presence just seems to resonate on such a deep level in the psyche that it cannot be described by any of the mundane senses. Upon one rest a sword, the next a shield, and the third a staff. All bear monikers that should put Angantyr in mind of Mickey--or more importantly, the power he wields. "Power sleeps within you, Angantyr...." The pedestals, though not tall, seem to tower with importance. "If you give it form....it will give you strength..."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Sword...Shield...and staff. The three platforms stand before Angantyr, each one with a representation of power. Or rather, how to give it form. That voice, it was Maira...but why? The Dark Knight shakes his head...no, no need to dwell on that now, right now there is a choice to be made, and he has a suspicion that he can't either ignore or choose all of them. This is one of those few rare times he has to chose one. Slowly, he walks towards the Sword, moving to take it from the pedistal, trying to check it's weight and size. Are you really surprised?

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' The sword feels good in his hand, the hilt warms to his touch immediately. It is perfectly balanced, as if it were made for him. It is surely a weapon enemies would fear, especially being wielded by one who knows how to use it. "The power of the Warrior. Invincible courage. A sword of terrible destruction." Angantyr would be well aware of the damage a weapon can cause. A weapon breaks more then bones, splits more than flesh. A weapon can be used for great ill. But it can also protect. "Is this the path you wish to take, Angantyr?" Maira's voice asks, coming from no discernible location, seemingly omnipresent.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr does not need to be told that twice... The sword in hand is powerful...perhaps it is more than just a blade, who knows? The words speak to him, from where he can not tell. However, he turns from the pedistal with sword in hand. "Yes." he says, confident with the blade in hand.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' "You have made your choice... You will walk the path with a warrior's courage." The voice continues, warm and somehow approving. "But..." the voice begins, "...everything has a price. What will you give up in return?" The pedestals with the sword and the staff glow with untold power and possibility, humming with potential and waiting to be chosen.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' And the sword was gone, or perhaps he always had it. Angantyr turns towards the other two pedestals....to get something, one must had to sacrifice something. An interesting lesson...but not often untrue. He walks towards the Shield, not second guessing himself one bit. His power was not a shield to protect...it was a terrible power, and it would always be. He takes the shield, holding it up for a moment to feel it's weight.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' The sword will indeed disappear, but somehow Angantyr should have a sense of it on he edge of his awareness, as if all he need do is reach for it with his will and it will once more be in his hand. When Angantyr takes the shield, Maira speaks again: The power of the Guardian. Kindness to aid friends. A shield to repel all. This is the power you forfeit. Just like that the shield disappears, but Angantyr will retain no sense of it. It is gone. The shattering of glass breaks the silence. The platform upon which he stands is cracking from the outside in. There is no where to run. No choice but to fall once more into the abyss of darkness. But if he is to look down once more, another light, another platform, approaches. He will drift slowly upon reaching it, gravity of no matter in this place. Beneath him once more is the stained glass, though the pictures are different than they once were. In one image is the rendition of Avira, cleansed of the mutation and smiling, her well-known features peaceful and happy. In another section, Maira is pictured, rendered in bright reds, golds and oranges, flames that stretch outward to become her hair and clothing. She smiles warmly, her eyes soft and accepting, one hand outstretched toward the viewer, welcoming. There are other pictures here too: Jasmine, kind and adventurous; Rellius, Angantyr's visible opposite; Leida, practicing what Angan had taught her. Additionally, LEXUS is pictured, his face grim. Riku is there as well, as he was when Manhattan fell. And of course, Garland, shrouded in a darkness that cannot be penetrated, imparting a sense of dread. "You have chosen your power. Don't loose sight of the path. Darkness may surround you on all sides, but you must keep your eyes on the light," she says, as the all too familiar Heartless begin to form from shadows in the floor, rising with their glowing eyes to scramble toward Angantyr, mindless devourers of hearts. "Many times you will be expected to fight, Angantyr. You must not forget..." The chosen sword appears once more in Angantyr's grasp, ready to be wielded.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Crack... "Wha.." he speaks, realizing that something was happening. He didn't even have time to realize the finality of the shield being removed. Everything cracks, shattering, and once more he decends into the darkness. Even so, as Angantyr falls, he see's the light of the next platform far below him. Gravity seems to be optional in this place...he even wondered where 'here' was? Even so, the next platform he was on. The pictures below were bittersweet for him. Avira, in both forms, looks at him...Maira happy and chaotic as always...Jasmine, who always supported him, even at his worse or when she was at her most dire straights. Rellius though...and Lexus...important, but negitive... And then there was Garland. But to counter that, Leida, who filled him with some measure of hope. Hope that Darkness wasn't absolute. That light can shine through...that it had not abandoned him. The words spoke again, causing him to turn and face the heartless surrounding him. The sword was already in his hand. He had a weapon...the small bug like heartless gave Angantyr no fear as he moved, slashing at one, but before he even finished that motion was already aiming for the next. A virtual whirlwind of death... t"No peace from these things even here." he mutters, even listening to the words that continue as he fights the heartless away.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' These Heartless prove little challenge to Angantyr. Though he holds an unfamiliar weapon, it seems an extension of himself. As the Heartless are destroyed, rather than dissolving as they do in the world, the symbol of a heart appears, floating upward until it can no longer be seen. "I knew you could do it," comes Maira's voice, encouraging and affectionate. With the Heartless gone, the sense of tranquility returns. Whispers of the past begin to creep into Angantyr's consciousness, some of his most precious memories replaying before his eyes in this moment of respite...

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' ...Odd. When did Heartless react like that? Angantyr has never seen the Keyblade in action, he KNOWS about them, but never has he witnessed one. The rising hearts cause him to watch them leave in wonder, but he looks..nothing. A moment of respite as he is treated to his most precious memories. Memories with his brother as they grew up...they were once very close, it was one of the few bright spots in his life at the time. He could never do anything right...he was a child of darkness...he was unfit to be the head of the house...the sacrifical lamb. Rellius never saw him that way. They always pushed each other hard....until... Memories of a younger Angantyr on the beach. Looking up at the stars, working with a older man who was teaching him how to read a star chart. Avira landing ungracefully into the deserts of Damasca. Angantyr holding a hand to her to help her back on her feat after a nasty spill. A grin spreading wider when she knocked his hand away, and immediately struck with the spine. Maira's attempts to cheer Ang up after the incident with the serpent. The kind smile, and her unfailing inability to grasp that he wanted to be alone...and her unwillingness to let him wallow in self pitty alone. Jasmine's and Angantyr's first meeting, despite the situation, they talked under the stars. Her acceptance of him, despite his darkness and her overwhelming light.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' The memories begin to fade as Maira's voice speaks up again. "Never lose sight of the path..." she reminds. The air begins to shift. A sinking feeling should once more settle like a stone in Angantyr's stomach as a set of double doors appear at the far side of the platform. From within, familiar voices are screaming....Maira and Avira. The roar of a blood-rage, familiar as well. The doors stand as a challenge to him. Dare he open them to face what lies beyond?

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr's rest from strangeness was ruined by the sinking feeling, the feeling that something was off. The doors stand as a challenge to him, and the familar cries of his friends, and the blood rage roar. His eyes narrow, sword in hand as he charges the doors. There is very few things he'd dive head first into for...but those two screams count as one of the few precious things he wants to protect, throwing open the doors without even thinking twice.

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' As the doors swing upon, Angantyr is faced with another memory, this one jarringly unpleasant. It was as if the good memories were a gift, something to give him strength for what he now faces. Angantyr is transported back in time to that day out on the sea, riding the undulating motions of the giant sea serpent who set Angantyr's darkness writhing to over-come him. He would be reliving it now, the loss of himself as he lashes out at Maira, her smile upon seeing him so warm and trusting--then she is hit, and falling, her blood staining his mace. The scene blurs some, Avira before him with her blade held defensively, eyeing Angantyr with caution as she tries to bring him back from the brink. But the darkness...it is so strong. Trapped in memory though he is, something about the vision changes. The mace that he had held is suddenly the sword chosen on the first platform. It is a reminder. Another challenge. Can he overcome? Will he lose sight of the light as he remembers his failures? Maira's voice comes from everywhere once more, urging; "I know your light is strong! You just have to know it too..."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' That day...already he was where he was at... The nightmare clad armor wrapped around him...the darkness surging through his body, threatening to consume his very being. The overwhelming urge to simply /kill/ everything that was moving. It was so strong...darkness overwhelmed him again, the tendrils wrapping around everything. Maira was already hurt...Avira couldn't hope to defeat him...all was already lost... However, that voice...those encouragements... Angantyr's hand grips the weapon tightly, the sword, and he swings it... At his own armor, trying to break the darkness away from his heart, away from himself. He wasn't someone to be weilded by it...HE was the weilder...

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' As the sword strikes at the nightmare armor of darkness that clads Angantyr's form, the armor shatters as if made of glass. In great tendrils of mist it drifts from him, clouding his vision until he is torn away--or set free--of the memory. The darkness fades, and he is back on the last platform, standing before the open doors. This time, there is merely a bright light shining from them, warm as the sun or a fire on a cold night. The sword has vanished once more, but again, it is with him. He will carry it with him always. Maira's voice has direction now, coming from behind. She's standing there, or at least an apparition of her is, smiling and urging him forward through the doors. "Sometimes it is okay to look back, as long as you keep your feet moving forward...you won't get lost."

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr turns to face the Apparation of Maira... Even as the nightmare fades, Angantyr shudders as the memory was brought to his mind once more. However... The warm sunlight behind him beconds, and Maira urges him forward. Once more, he turns, putting one foot before the other as he turns to enter the doorway... But what could follow this?

:'''[[Maira]] has posed:''' Awake. That is what waits. Angantyr wakes wherever he can last remember being, just as suddenly conscious as he had fallen asleep. The world returns around him, the same as he remembers it... But perhaps, something about the way he sees it has changed.

:'''[[Angantyr Vespar]] has posed:''' Angantyr awakens... He actually wakes up slowly, instead of jolting awake, for the first time in ages. He blinks, shaking himself and looks to his hand. "...That was a strange dream, even by my standards."

Coming Soon...

2013-01-11T20:44:02Z

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|Date of Scene=2013/01/11
|Location=Underworld
|Synopsis=Hades, Pain and Panic discuss the name of a project that Hades is working on. A special guest star appears.
|Thanks=Spook
|Cast of Characters=Hades, Pain and Panic
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Down in the underworld, Hades sits in his chair. It was a large stone throne, adorned with skulls in various key places. With his chin in his hand, Hades ponders something. The god was deep in thought...he had spent so much time planning...so much time plotting...that right now, he has come up short for a small minor detail...but at the same time it could be devastating if they didn’t get something done.

In front of him were Pain and Panic, two devils who served him faithfully, if not incompetently, in all things. Hades ran a smooth operation, his minions often got to address him respectfully, but causally too. Right now as one the more casual sessions, Hades was leaning back, while Pain drank from a slurpee cup. Panic was leaning back on a footstool that Hades had abandoned for the moment.

“How about the Hel Entertainment Network!” Panic chimes up first, “HEN for short. That’s catchy.”

“HEN? Seriously, do we wana be compared to a bunch of chickens?” Hades asks the two, before Pain pops into the form of a Chicken. Hades was amused by this enough to not light Panic on fire. Causal, but Hades was known for his hot temper.

“I was thinking, WHEL, see that’s catchy,” Pain comments.

“Eh...good, but that’s really for a broadcast network. Chump change. This is going to be /interdimensional/. We gotta think BIGGER guys. BIGGER.” Hades says, making a square with his fingers.

“Hmm...well, maybe if we call it...Hades Entertainment Network?” Panic pauses... before combusting into flame, thanks to the irritated Hades.

“THAT STILL SPELLS HEN YOU IMBECILE!” Hades’s body erupting into red flames for a moment, clutching the ends of his throne. However, as always, he chills, makes little calm motions with his hands, “Alright...alright. On track here...We gotta come up with a name with this.”

However, a spectre behind them speaks up, “You’re missing the obvious here. Tartarus Network Television.” The spectre continues to hover there, a unshaped ghost, causing Hades to turn around.

“TNT...THERE we go! Explosive television! Great! Glad I thought of it.” he say, and looks towards Pain. “Who is this guy?”

“Uh...let me see....” Pain flips through some notes and then... “OH! Here we go. His name is Spook? He signed up for being the quality control analyst. We ended up not hiring him because he was too...strict with content. Like. Everything wasn’t approved by his standards. Then you fired him.”

Hades remember suddenly, “Right! That guy. Well, back in you go!” he says, motioning to Pain and Panic to deal with the ghost.

“But...I gave you..” Spook complains...

“Gave me what? I came up with the name, right boys?”

“Yup!” Pain and Panic agree as they drag the ghost back to the pit of the dead.

“Nooooooooooo!”

Brooklyn's gota guuuuun

2013-01-07T00:23:43Z

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|Location=Traverse Town
|Synopsis=Brooklyn finds will, and confronts him about what happened at the world heart in Manhattan.
|Cast of Characters=Will Sherman, Brooklyn
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:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will Sherman, hobo and secret seal of Loki, was walking back into the Traverse area after running a errand outside of it for Mercade. It's been a rough month or two, but right now he's finally got himself in a more balanced state...for once. A lot weighs heavily on him, but he's also starting to make progress on that too...maybe he might actually get this resolved. Right now, Will works on eating a hotdog he picked up on his way back to the Temporary base of the TDA until they can set up shop. Man...what a mess... But at least everyone was safe.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' On the road back towards Traverse town, a recently erected statue of a gargoyle serves as a warning to those who would bring harm upon the city. Just kidding. Brooklyn needed a good place to get some sleep, and since there's no natural sunlight in this part of the worlds, he just goes into stone sleep when he needs to. Whether Will takes notice of the statue or not, however, it starts to crack and break, before popping open and revealing Brooklyn, rested and rejuvinated.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Oh hey... It's Brooklyn, Will remembers them...he was told he managed to get out of the world heart, Deidra still accepted Will, thanks to...well...knowing just how awful the fae are. He pauses for a moment, looking as the Statue starts to break, realizing he's about to wake up...well, there was no avoiding this anyway...so he simply stands there, waiting for Brooklyn to fully wake up. "Yo.." he says, he can pretty much guess what's going to happen next.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' Indeed, after the stone chips fall away, and Brooklyn's eyes focus, he finds himself looking right at Will. Surprisingly, he doesn't just leap upon Will and start assaulting him, but he does point a finger at him, rather accusingly. "You!" Comes the roar of frustration and anger as he aproaches Will, "You traitor! You caused the fall of Manhattan! I should take it out of your hide!" Well, just 'cause he's not assaulting Will doesn't mean he's happy.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will takes a breath...good, he isn't crushing him...that's a good sign. He's being reasonable. Mostly. Will shakes his head, "I am not a traitor...that wasn't me." he tries to explain. "It's...complicated, but It's something I found out that night too...and found out more than I could ever want to know." he pauses, "And it was...as I am often told, not wholly my responsibility. There were Shadow Lords there...Baron...god knows what else. There was something...IN Riku that night, something..." he pauses, "Darker than anything I have ever seen before."

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' "I will deal with Riku in due time." Brooklyn says, matter of factly, "Everyone has been avoiding me since Manhattan fell, save for one of Baron's knights, who claims to have had a change of heart. I don't believe it in the slightest." Brooklyn's rage is clearly evident, but he's keeping himself controlled for now, "You not being wholly responsible does not render you completely free of responsibility for what happened."

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "No <GOOSEHONK>." Will responds bitterly towards Brooklyn. "You didn't get to sit there and watch helplessly as a being of pure malice came out of your body and decided to /hurt your friends/. You didn't get to get betrayed by someone you thought of a friend, all because of you." he shakes his head. "I am not throwing off responsibility, I have been doing everything in my power to find out how to never make it happen again.." he pauses... He looks at the hot dog, and he looks back at Brooklyn. "Well, I /have/ to eat." he says, and indigantly eats the hotdog. IT IS DELICIOUS.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' Sigh. Try as he might, Brooklyn is not someone who can stay angry for terribly long, especially as Will tries to look indignant while eating that hotdog. Brooklyn wants a hotdog now, "So, uh...Where's the hotdog from?" He asks, giving up on being mad. He realizes Will's just as much of a victim here as Brooklyn is, and as much as the gargoyle wants to exact vengeance, Will is not the real person to beat up, Loki is.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will finishes his hotdog and looks back up at Brooklyn, "Uh yeah. Guy down the road has a cart. He used to run one in Central park, managed to be at the right place at the right time...was...interesting." he says, with a nod. "Favorite stand too, go figure." he says with a grin. "Right now...the only clue I have to go on with all of this was given to me by a guy named Puck." he scratches his head, "And it is already leading me to...interesting times."

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' Brooklyn's hair practically bristles when he hears that name, "Puck. That little.." Brooklyn growls loudly, "I should have suspected him to be behind this sort of thing." He growls again, now feeling kinda bad that he was lashing out at Will when it was Puck's trickery.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' "What? No no, he's not...he's actually helping. Apparently the fae don't want this guy getting back out either...well...he is a fae too. Look, it's a long harrowing story...and I actually gota get on my way...a friend of mine needs help uncovering bad people in Hearts intertwined...I am about to go help with the Investigation. Wana help Mercade?" he asks, "Oh and yeah, we found Mercade."

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' There is a long pause as Brooklyn has to process the thought of Puck being helpful, but he shakes his head, "I wouldn't trust Puck as far as I can throw him. And I could probably get some decent distance." He says, "But I'm glad you found Mercade. And if you need my help, I'll help. I know Xanatos is behind that group, and you know I don't trust anything that he's behind." Gargoyles seem to be naturally untrusting. Or at least Brooklyn's clan, at the very least.

:'''[[Will Sherman]] has posed:''' Will shrugs, "Yeah, I guess." seemed alright to him.. "Anyway! Here's the address. I'll meet you down there okay?" he says, and runs off, leaving a piece of paper.

:'''[[Brooklyn]] has posed:''' Brooklyn takes the offered paper, and reads it real quick, before shoving it into a pocket.

Will Sherman

2013-01-04T21:15:59Z

Willsherman: /* Allies */

{{Character Infobox
|firstname=William
|middlename=T
|lastname=Sherman
|age=17 (Actually 317)
|image=Johntoken.png
|caption=Hobo Lad
|species=Human?
|sex=Male
|height=5'7''
|weight=155
|series=Gargoyles
|styles=Hobo Monk
|hometown=Manhattan
|alignment=Wandering Force
|group=Twilight Detective Agency
|occupation=Hobo Lad
|quote=I have learned that those who seek power, rarely understand the responsibilities and consequences of their power.
|footer=Wandering the dark paths to find adventure!
}}
==History==

The only known history of William (meaning history that you are going to get without extensive searching and resources/influence in Manhattan) is that he was seemingly been around the city for years. He's been known somewhat of a underground hero, someone who comes around just when he is needed, and only stays until he's not anymore. Typically a sign of good luck for the downtrodden, his presence tends to bring great luck for whatever hobo's he attaches himself too, and they tend to...stop being hobos after their time with him.

However, besides this, he has been an affiliated part of the Twilight Detective Agency as a detective for some time. He was a contact and friend of the previous boss, and of course one of the current boss. Will and Mercade tends to get along, but have been known to openly argue with each other over anything from minor to important things, but even then never abandons the older detective. Strings of strange events follow the Hobo Lad, all of them typically good things.

Of course, bad things have been known to happen to those who...have ticked him off. However, they tend to learn very important lessons afterwards.

Recently, with the loss of Manhattan, Will has grown from being passive to being more active. He has taken, into his hands, a weapon for the first time in his life, and used it on someone. Something that Will has never done in his entire span of life. During the battle for the heart of the world, Riku under the possession of another entity awoke the heart of something inside Will. The man, known only as Loki to those he spoke to unleashed untold evil on the defenders and attackers alike during the battle.

It was only a combination of the remaining defenders and attackers that drove Loki back, being thrown into the keyhole with Riku, before the world heart went dark. Both lost to the void...

However Will awoke in what was the ruins of Manhattan.

==Personality==

William is a very 'go with the wind' kind of person. He doesn't stay around in one place too long (Manhattan is a large place, fyi) with the exception of the TDA. While he's willing to help people out, he never lets himself be boggled down by responsibility, unless he wishes to be, and does not let other people force responsibility on him.

Will tends to say what is on his mind, almost at all times, and has little restraint. He's honest, and tends to avoid lying, but has been known to withhold information when not asked. Beyond that, Will has a unique perception on life, and the world. Beyond this, Will tends to show a great deal of concern for his fellow man, willing to throw himself into trouble to help someone, and will fight bitterly to save people.

He also has some sort of weird...connection and hatred for the Heartless.

More recently, The Hobo has picked a weapon up, and now uses it as part of his combat. Something he has never done before, due to his dislike of weapons. However, despite the hatred he felt for Riku when they met again, he did not turn the weapon on him in a moment of weakness.

==Abilities==

'''Fate Sight:''' Sometimes called the Mystic eyes of fate perception, Will can see the lines of fate and connections between people. Those with important fates are particularly strong and tend to reveal important things about a person through an abstract representation superimposed on Will's sight. Those with strong connections to magic might have gossamer strings, those with heavy ties to the darkness might have strands of darkness spun through their pattern, and those heavily invested in light might be very bright to Will's eyes. Also, they tends to show important connections to things, thick strands showing strong connections, weaker strands showing less connected things. Flaying lines tend to show degrading relationships, and darkening strings tend to reveal hatreds. Ultimately, what Will sees is up to the other player...he can see as much or as little as you want. It is a exposition tool and nothing more.

'''Luck Control:''' William is in tune with the rise and flow of luck. He can win any game of chance he participates in with little effort, and anything with a luck component tends to always favor Will. Will can also with some effort turn the tides of fortune up or down for others, but the effects are typically short lasting.

'''Unaging:''' Will does not age.

'''Parkour:''' William is very in touch with Urban areas, tending to be able to easily know where to go, where to find things, and run extremely fast through areas where typically it is very hard to get anywhere. Fighting William in a city is an extremely bad idea, and tracking him in his home turf is near impossible.

'''Hand to Hand Combat:''' William's skill with hand to hand combat is a combination of self teaching, and various boxing and martial arts techniques he has learned over time. He has, also, learned to combine this with his manipulation over luck. Those that he strikes tend to find themselves hindered by random events...shots go wild, falling items get in the way, they trip over their suddenly untied shoes...

'''Streetwise:''' William is very knowledgeable with getting information, or finding things on the street. He knows where to go, who and how to talk to, and how to hinder others.

'''Detective:''' He's not as good as one as Mercade, but has learned tricks from the man and the last boss of the TDA.

==Fate Sight==
One of Will Sherman's unique abilities, relating to the powers over luck and fate that he seems to have, allows him to see the strings of fate. This is a strange power that overlays his normal eyesight. This is an extended look at this power.

Fate Sight works like normal sight except that strings cover people in a variety of ways. These strings can tell much about a person, but sometimes strings can be difficult to tell apart and the strings themselves are an abstract representation of reality. They can also be obscured. If Will is in a room of pitch darkness, he can't see you and so he can't see your strings. If you are behind a wall, it is impossible for him to see (unless you are connected to him in some way, then he can attempt to follow the string from himself to you.) Simply put, if you don't want me to see something, then I can nod my head, and say you are obscuring it actively. Or that I can't make the connection.

What strings can tell unobscured: Unique abilities or fated destinies. Important things about people can be seen, again with your OOC consent, but are also abstract. Princesses of Light, for example, are brilliant strings of light, so bright that Will has to ware sunglasses in their presence or look away from them until his eyes can adjust. Unlimited are similar in this regard. Those with sufficient darkness, like Garland or Ansem, the reverse is true, looking at them hurts him in a different way. And yes, certain extremes can actually physically hurt or blind Will.

The strings can also reveal relationships between people. Different relationships depends on what is going on. Black threads are usually negative relationships, white strings are positive ones, and red strings indicate something more between people. Strings can be various shades of colors, and can even be different colors at different ends of the string.

Examples of Strings:
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Red: Love, affection, deep caring. The hue of the color changes depending on how red it is. True love is always bright red, while love between family members is a lighter shade. Affections are lighter reds, as well as puppy love.

White: Friendships and positive bonds between people. Bright white threads are friendships... usually long lasting and deep running ones. Darker ones indicate positive rivalry, or the start of friendships. The stringer and thicker the thread, the stronger and more stable it is.

Black: Enemies and negative bonds. People with these bonds between them typically are hateful of each other. The darker or thicker the strand indicates the more powerful or deeper the hatred runs. Lighter shades of black indicate negative rivalries.

Green: Jealousy, envy, greed. People with these shades are either themselves envious or greedy, or in a relationship with someone who is jealous or greedy of what the other person has. Typically a supplemental color, rather than a pure color on it's own.

Brilliant White: Powerful connection to the light. Paladins and priests of holy gods MIGHT have these...those with connections to World hearts will be slightly brighter, and Unlimited are almost blinding, and Princesses of Heart are so radiant that being near them is blinding without time to adjust.

Wispy Dark: Connections to darkness or a user of darkness. The wisps seem to grab and wrap around strings. The darkness corrupts all that it touches, and can poison relationships over time. Those heavily steeped in darkness are nothing but wispy strands with some minor strands to the few connections that might have left. Those steeped enough in darkness are simply voids of darkness...darkness so deep that nothing escapes.

Binary strands: Strands of binary code in one's strings indicate being a program.

Static Strands vs String like strands: Strings usually are like strings, they stretch and pull, can flay and twist depending on circumstances. Those with more twisty turns indicate a more chaotic nature. Those with static strands indicate more stable nature. Artificial life, always has very...static strands. Strands that seem placed, rather than naturally forming.

Gossamer Strands: Indicates magic, rather affected by magic, can use magic...it's hard to tell, often, due to magic's nature. Those with these strands tend to have magic deeply into their being. Or just have very powerful enchantments on them, or items.

Heartless: Heartless still have fate, but it is inverted and cut off from the world around them, and twisted on themselves. They are like static, horrible and terrible to look at. Noise also fall in this category.
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==Relationships==
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|Allies
|[[Mercade Alexander]], [[Riku]], [[Deidra]], [[Tom Magnusson]], [[Celina Duvalis]], [[Avira]], [[Cirra Constantine]], [[Sarafina Carenze]], [[Reize Seatlan]], [[Belle]], [[Tifa Lockhart]], [[Legion]], [[Isaac Hanlon]], [[Faris Scherwiz]]
|-
|Acquaintances
| [[Gilgamesh]], [[Rapunzel]], [[David Xanatos]], [[Merilan Yursalin]], [[Beatrix]], [[Aerith]], [[Maximilien]], [[Priel Aylin]]
|-
|Adversaries
| [[Mica Melchiott]], [[Leida]], [[Scarmiglione]], [[Negaduck]], [[Uzuki Yashiro]], [[Cronos]], [[Kaydin]]
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| Others 
| [[Dr. Facilier]], [[Sköll Ulfang]], [[Kaze]]
|-
|}

===Allies===
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|'''[[Mercade Alexander]]'''|| Forces of Restoration ||Twilight Detective Agency || Separation, time, and disagreements have plagued their relationship, but it still holds one of the strongest and most precious things Will has. He believes in Mercade.
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|'''[[Deidra]]''' || Force of Restoration || Twilight Detective Agency || After everything, she still accepted and even wanted to help Will. Will will never forget the trust the Gargoyle has shown him.
|-
|'''[[Tom Magnusson]]''' || Force of Restoration || Twilight Detective Agency || YOU ATE MY NACHOS! THIS MEANS WAR MAGNUSSON!
|-
|'''[[Celina Duvalis]]''' || Force of Restoration || Twilight Detective Agency || A witch who Will has known for sometime. She is matronly, even to him, despite the fact he's older than she is. However, Will does eventually listen to anyone that can cook.
|-
|'''[[Avira]]''' || Force of Restoration || Twilight Detective Agency/VALKYRI || Friend once more, even after an awkward conversation. They understand the other much better, and decided to move forward.
|-
|'''[[Cirra Constantine]]''' || Force of Ruin || Archadian Empire || She wouldn't let him apologized, and reminded him that words are empty. Actions speak louder.
|-
|'''[[Sarafina Carenze]]'''|| Force of Restoration || None || Baron also gives you wings! She is nice and motherly, and Will was happy to help with her kids. Though her husband is...well...a TV hog.
|-
|'''[[Reize Seatlan]]''' || Force of Restoration || Shard Seekers || Hopelessly unlucky. However, he makes a great projectile. Will gives him a hard time, but he knows that the boy's heart is a good one.
|-
|'''[[Belle]]'''|| Forces of Restoration ||None || During a bad time in Will's life, she stopped to see if he was alright. Helping him regain what he fought for, she quickly and quite easily became a friend to him. He regretted listening to her at first, but came to realize that even despite tragedy, people came to help him.
|-
|'''[[Tifa Lockhart]]''' || Force of Restoration || AVALANCHE || Owner of 7th Heaven, and a nice person. Kinda dresses like...you know. Helped Manhattan out allot, and generally has been nice to Will.
|-
|'''[[Legion]]''' || Force of Restoration || Twilight Detective Agency || An experiment from Isaac's home world with Vitatek, and being hunted by Cronos. Will has developed a genuine affection for some of them, understanding their plight in a way only he could. Extremely fond of Umi and Omi, but generally will do anything in his power to protect them all from Cronus.
|-
|'''[[Isaac Hanlon]]''' || Force of Restoration || Twilight Detective Agency || The Wizard in the attic. Isaac is very smart, very keen, and typically kinda to himself. He knows a lot, and generally gets on well with him...though he kinda wonders about the stares he gives them from time to time.
|-
|'''[[Faris Scherwiz]]''' || Forces of Restoration || None || Pirate King, and this is sooooo cooooooool to Will, if not for the fact that he'd have to get on the ocean again. No sir, he don't like that. Other then that, someone else to complain about Gilgamesh too. However, after learning a secret about Faris...two of them, he has become closer to the pirate.
|}

===Acquaintances===
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|'''[[Riku]]'''|| Forces of Ruin || Shadow Lords || Harbinger of doom to Manhattan, but the time in Castle Oblivion with the boy has brought understanding to what Riku has gone through. With time, perhaps, Riku and he can be the friends they were before.
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|'''[[Gilgamesh]]'''|| Wondering Force || GILGAMESH || A strange individual with no ties to anything but his dog. His dog is a great guy, and often showers affection on him, because Will loves dogs.
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|'''[[Rapunzel]]''' || Wandering Force || None || Has the best hair, and the ability to use the best weapon: Frying pan. Will likes her attitude, and her kindness.
|-
|'''[[David Xanatos]]''' || Wondering Force || None || Their patron, and often a pretty okay guy. William can't help but think that he has another agenda...but as long as he helps them, and doesn't screw anyone over...he can't really say anything. Still, he has proven nothing but a good ally.
|-
|'''[[Merilan Yursalin]]''' || Forces of Ruin || None || Journalist, with WINGS! She seems nice enough. Will totally wants to get a story out to the world!
|-
|'''[[Beatrix]]'''|| Forces of Ruin || Alexandria || Powerful warrior of Alexandria...but a just sword. Will likes her, but she's kinda stuffy. But hey...
|-
|'''[[Maximilien]]''' || Wandering Force || Twilight Detective Agency || Too full of himself, AND France. Typically thinks it's okay to steal from everyone...and has darkness there. However, I have to accept that not everyone is out to get us...what might be there is dangerous, but so is closing one's heart to everyone and living in regret. It was a lesson I learned.
|}

===Adversaries===
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! scope="col" width="75" | Faction
! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
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|'''[[Mica Melchiott]]''' || Forces of Ruin || Shadow Lords || Ruler of a Casino, filled with people who seem to have lost everything to live for...except to gamble more there. Mica's use of the heartless puts Will off, but her attitude on the value of things and her general attitude in general has made an Enemy of hobo lad.
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|'''[[Leida]]''' || Forces of Ruin || Shadow Lords || Oh god oh god oh god! Get it away from me! I don't wana black out again!
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|'''[[Scarmiglione]]''' || Forces of Ruin || Baron || That man...he is no ordinary hobo! I will beat him, and drive his anti-hobo ways from the lands! Or convert him into one of my minions...once we beat the evil out.
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|'''[[Negaduck]]''' || Forces of Ruin || Shadow Lords || I will defeat you Darkwing duck! Bring it on!
|-
|'''[[Uzuki Yashiro]]''' || Wandering Force || Reapers || Full of herself...and weird. She keeps thinking people are things to play with, and I really hate that.
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|'''[[Kaydin]]'''|| Forces of Ruin || None || Dumb, stupid, and helped destroy Manhattan. Will will remember what he did, and never let him forget.
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|'''[[Cronus]]''' || Forces of Ruin || Vitatek || Thinks that people are not people at his whims and enjoys butchering them. Anti-Will, even down to his powers, but Will won't settle until the sisters of Legion are safe from him. Even if he's gotta emancipate his teeth.
|}

===Others===
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! scope="col" width="80" | Affiliation
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|'''[[Dr. Facilier]]''' || Forces of Ruin || --- He has friends on the other side. Smooth talking and southern...he was okay with him until he tried to twist words towards Rapunzel. However, he is saved from being his enemy by sheer fact that his shadow is one cool cat. He's watching him though.
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|'''[[Sköll Ulfang]]''' || Forces of Ruin || --- Looks like Kaze, but less bright. Not sure what to make of him...friendly, but kinda...seemingly self interested. He can't blame him for that, but...he can't help but think something tragic is going to happen someday.
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|'''[[Kaze]]''' || Forces of Restoration || --- Bright...too bright. Will was nearly blinded by looking directly at him. However, due to his hobo like nature, Will feels that their fates are intertwined...rather Kaze wants it or not.
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|'''[[Priel Aylin]]''' || Wondering Force || --- Kind of a self interested person, but minus the kind of. Will wonders about her, but ultimately...can't do anything about the choices of another.
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