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Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

Once both Chinami and Ken had left his apartment, the young blonde closed the door behind them. Well. That had gone alot worse than he expected it to. He felt disappointed as he would have liked to keep Ken and Chinami around. But fate had not been kind to the former king, it was almost as if the gods themselves were slowly guiding him down a road he doesn't want to go. But nontheless feeling like he has to.

What possible good could he do in the world that would weigh up for his brother's sacrifice? What possible good could outshine the evil that seemingly was drowning the world? Ken had been hopeful about the world, especially Rhea, noting it was the place of heroes and villains alike. But how could good permit evil to exist? Wouldn't that also make those good people evil themselves? To think about it all was causing his head to hurt. He knew there was beauty in the world, things to see and enjoy. Yet there were always those who were prepared to bring all that joy into ruin.

'I would have liked nothing more than have been the one to have died back then. Why did you do it my brother? All I needed to have was my duty, my princess and you being well... and I couldn't even hold unto any of the three.' He mentally lamented as his fingers rose up to the bridge of his nose.

Had he'd been wrong in telling his past to Ken and Chinami? He didn't feel like it was the wrong thing. He wanted to be clear with them, but also have someone walking beside him. And everything was pulling at him down towards a darker path, he could feel how wrong the thoughts were, how he wanted nothing more than someone to strike him down before he could do it. But then... what would his brother have died for? The world hasn't changed one bit by his death. Not for the better.

His homeland was now under the rule of Emperor Valois, who had turned the entire nation into a war factory. It would surely only be a matter of time before a great war would break out between the various nations of the world. All the suffering and loss caused by wars. Just how many people would have to die for the world to be peaceful and where people could understand oneanother?

Perhaps the dream was just a dream. Something unobtainable. Or was it? What options were there? To mount a symbol of fear above the head of everyone and threaten the world itself like some god of fear? Release the great evil itself to unify all under one banner against a common foe? But if the great evil would be defeated... how long would it take for the world to repeat the same mistakes again? His head sunk down and he sat down in his armchair. What if the great evil would end all life? Wouldn't that mean peace? But then... none would live to experience it.

'What manner of sin must I commit for the sake of the world? All of these are... the same as letting evil exist. Because it results in the same. I would become evil myself. Perhaps I am evil? Would an evil person ask themselves this? Doubt. How it follows me like a shadow...' He momentarily closed his eyes.

'If you were still alive my brother, what would you have told me?' He thought before his mouth opened.

"Live your life, free with joy. Such was the prince's final ploy..." He said in a solemn manner with his head sunk, his blonde hair falling over his eyes obscuring them.

"How can I do what you ask, when there is no joy left for me? I was blind when I sat on the throne, I was letting my joy blind me and that's how I failed you all. I don't deserve to be happy. But the world deserves better. But how will I be able to do it? Where is the key needed to open the door to a better world? Does it even exist? Is this my punishment then? To live on? Like this? Unable to do anything? No. I've been inactive for most of my life. Never again. I must move on..." He breathed in and out heavily as he considered all the thoughts swirling around in his head like a whirlwind.

'Someone. Somewhere. Hurry up and kill me before I do it. Someone end this pain forever. Let me go to my brother while I am still myself.' He closed his eyes as hard as he could and gritted his teeth together, before finally relaxing his entire face.
'No... this is selfish. I don't deserve to... I need to find out more about the great evil. Could perhaps someone control it? A mortal vessel? It would consume me completely. I am not strong enough. But perhaps there's someone else who could become the symbol of evil and through that unify the world? A being or perhaps an artifact capable of storing the great evil itself? But how is this any different from becoming a tyrant? Become a tyrant but bring peace to the world? Is this what I must become? The very thing they labeled me in my homeland? Become the tyrant they all saw? I need to learn more of the great evil before I decide. Still on with the doubt? Will I ever be free of it?' Rev furrowed his eyebrows before opening his eyes and stood up from his armchair, he knew where he had to go. To the Rhean grand library. To search for knowledge of the darker beings of the world. There were books, tomes and old scrolls locked away deep within the grand library no doubt. But to enter such a place was no easy task, not to mention the librarian, but traps and wards to prevent those of evil intent from easily obtaining it. But what about people who wanted to do good? What about those? There were many who hunted the beings of the dark and sought information on how to battle them. Surely they had access. Perhaps he would find a way once there, if nothing else perhaps some fresh air could help to clear the swirling thoughts in his head.

The blonde then opened the door leading out of his apartment, then he locked it behind him. But not before giving his bird companion some food and water, and leaving the window open for fresh air and a way to escape if there was accidental fire or if he wouldn't be able to return. The former king considered his travelling options, he could fly over to the place, it would give a more scenic route too. Thus he manifested his powers of light and spectral looking wings spread out as he took up into the air and watched the city of Rhea from above, soaring higher and higher up. He could see the parks, the lakes, the unique architechture of the buildings below, of people wandering about in their daily lives.

"It's beautiful..." He smiled but shortly afterwards had it turn into a frown and he shook his head. "But evil can hide in the light too... hnn... I cannot afford to be blinded again." He gave a disgusted grunt as he sped up his flight abit, aiming to land outside of the Rhean grand library.

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Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Orpheuz Paladice

The peace, if there was such a thing had been disturbed by a hulking brute which had decided to take on everyone within his reach. The loud noise caused by said combatant was causing people to stumble, to grab their ears in pain or flee the scene. The girl which he had spoken with prior, Andras had even tumbled into the pinkhaired one which he had momentarily spoken with. It may have been an odd sight, but Orpheuz didn't raise his hands to his ears like most others, and once he pinned down the source he merely shook his head in reply.

'That will sadly not work on me anymore. I have changed. The rules have changed. This brute however... those who cannot control the power do not deserve the power. A strong body without a strong will is doomed to crumble. I suppose he may still fill the role of a training dummy to the rest... If this world will turn in the same manner mine did then every little bit will help.' Orpheuz mused in his head, as he watched Vera tending to some other girl. Andras had already dashed away or so it would seem.

'A premonition of what is to come. I'll find the source and destroy it this time for certain, rest assured my comerades lost in time...' Orpheuz stood still watching the scene, a part of him felt that he should help them. But what then would they learn if he just went in and took care of things in their stead? That would be counter-productive. Another figure, a masked individual had entered the fray aswell, hurling out numbers. It reminded him of these boardgames that some library visiting students had been overly fond of. Those things were far too geeky for someone like him, even if he was fond of things involving strategy and tactics. 'Some unfamiliar faces, even some who cover it alltogether. Perhaps some of them will be of use in the coming battle...' As the scenery played out before him, he just stood there and watched the battle play out. Yet ready to lunge in if someone was about to be outright slain.

'Can you feel it at our core? The familiarity. We are home, yet away. I know you cannot answer me anymore, even if we are now one and the same. Just you wait. I will save you. I will save all of you. I will turn our dream into reality...' Orpheuz raised his right hand and turned it into a fist, as if he was grasping another's hand. Another whose hand was no longer there.

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Alrune Ihadugram Al-Zardun Dimekshia nu Karzanoon

Somewhere in an underground complex near Mephisto school... a music concert is being held.

"Burning fire inside of us! They cannot freeze our cries!

Flaming blaze inside of our core! They cannot see our wings as we soar!

When our smiles decay, laugh or it will die in vain! Such cold eyes seek to make the world crumble! Lost in their dream they cannot help but stumble!

Nowhere to go! Nowhere to hide! Put all of your doubt aside!

Raise up your courage! Your fire! Your spirit! Up the the sky! Let us all dance together now!

The memories, which I had given up comes back to haunt me! I cannot help to go along even if it's out to hurt me!

Nothing too fear! But danger somehow! It's like the... falling of the snow!

Nothing to see! Nothing to hear! Our chosen destiny draws near!

It's time to rise up! Raise your hands high! Spread your arms and let your fiery spirit fly!

Know that you'll reach that distant light somedaaaaay! Let's not keep the fight too far awaaaaaaaaaay!

AAaaaaaahhaaaaahaa aaaaahaaa haaah aaaa....."

As the highly illegal underground concert came to it's end there were plenty of people seeking autographs from the members of the band for the evening and night. Often it was the singer that ended up having to write the most, and the singer of the band was Alrune.

"I love you R.C!" A grown woman in the gathering crowd screamed out at the top of her lungs, before there was a swarm, almost like a wave of young girls swarming up to Alrune. The four guards ended up being unable to hold back the tide and soon enough they were swarming over the young singer like bees at a hive.

"I love you so much~!" One blonde girl screamed as another fainted, a young man was also up there wanting his cap signed amidst all the chaos. While the sound all around was overpowering, more so than it had been when they were on stage playing. The boy simply took the coloured pencil from his pocket, putting the lid between his lips and then with a plop let the pencil do it's magic by signing caps, papers, shirts, merchandise or not.

"I am never going to wash my arm ever again!" A pinkhaired woman in her twenties said in a cheery tone, as another brunette fainted. Again. Forcing more of the guards to dash and help the fainted ones, which left the young singer more hard pressed to say the least.

"Ahah.. did you like it?" Alrune asked one of the fans as he was getting hugged by three and pulled in his arms in at least four different directions.

"Please go on a date with me!" A younger girl with glasses blurted out amidst the gasps and shrieks, followed by another proposal. "I am going to marry you when I grow up!" A twin-tailed girl around his own age screamed out.

"Ahah...hah... ehe... uh missus-es! Ahem!" Alrune raised both his hands and the crowd went more silent to hear what he had to say.

"I highly appreciate your kind offers! But I am not ready for that kind of thing just yet." Alrune said in the most grown up manner he could project, before the crowd went back to screaming bloody murder.

"He's soo cool!" One girl yelled with a squeak, followed by a woman who looked to be in her thirties. "He's soo CUTE~! I am dying!" Amidst all the screaming and pushing, Alrune could notice a familiar face wading through the crowd, it was his manager. It took him awhile to force his way through, almost loosing his round glasses in the process.

"We highly appreciate your attendance to tonights event! Your contribution to our coff- collegeues will allow us to keep up playing for you wonderfully rich, rich in character folks!" The manager said in a manner that seemed way too cheery and energic for someone of his age. The guy was basically ancient. He was balding after all. The appearance of the manager and the signing of autographs by Alrune and the rest of the band seems to have sated the thirsty mob for now. Thus the young man once again found himself travelling down the long underground corridor to his artist room with his manager right next to him. A hand like always on his shoulder.

"You did great out there Al! We made a great profit today, the best one so far! If we keep this up we are going to be filthy rich in notime. You be amazed just how much we can charge the tickets for. You saw how wildly those girls were throwing themselves at you? They would pay ANY price we put for the tickets. Or their parents would. Either way is fine. Speaking of parents, I am sure yours are mighty proud by now." The manager said in a jovial tone, with an underlying sense of greed.

"Ahh? Well... I am happy they liked it." Alrune said in a low voice, as he was gradually guided to his room which the manager quickly opened for his singing goldmine.

"I think we may have to replace Duggo, he is not keeping up with the rest, I heard him slip on the strings. We can't allow that kind of screw-up in this branch. So he's gotta go and we find someone better. Perhaps someone whose even cheaper. The little rascal has the nerve to demand more pay. That's what I like about you Al. You are happy with what you get." The manager took out a cigar from his cigar-box that he always carried in his coat, lighting it in the room and taking a whiff.

"Duggo tried his hardest. I am sure he won't do it again. Uh... would you mind not smoking in here." Alrune said as he soon after threw himself at the bed. He was exhausted. The manager made a grunt, but soon enough put his cigar out. "Ofcourse. Anything for the second coming of Shal-Akkun. Boy that guy must have brought in millions... I wouldn't want you to feel too ill to perform. That would be disastrous." The man gave himself a mental reprimand, he had to make sure his money-making machine was performing at top quality. At least until he felt it needed to replace him. Alrune sighed deeply and blew some air through his mouth. "Again with this Shal-Akkun. I am tired of being compared with him. I am not him! Please leave me alone now! I am tired..." Alrune said in a irritated manner, his expression going slightly sour if not abit pouty.

"Listen here you lit- Fine. I will brief you soon about the next gig." The manager rose up from the seat he had hogged for himself, and exited the room. The purple haired boy gave out another sigh, reaching up with his arm to feel his forehead. The talks with the manager usually was a good source of getting a headache. But he wasn't planning on getting anymore of that for the day, thus he went up to the door and locked it, before hurling himself on the bed and burrowing his face into the pillow.

'Shal-Akkun...' He thought as his eyes began to glimmer in anger. If there was one name he didn't like to hear it was that one. Being constantly compared with an old and dead, although good musician of the past. Rumor has it he lived to see a hundred years too. Al couldn't help but think back to his home. His mother and father. All his siblings. He hoped they were all safe and well. While he held a fear to fall asleep, due to nightmares, he couldn't hold back it anymore due to how tired he was. He drifted off peacefully.

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

@MagusDream I wouldn't worry about any of your characters, from what I can tell they are all good to go. But I am not one of the GM's. Hope you will come to enjoy your stay in the RP, we do have a discord channel aswell which you can join.

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Life can be good

"When your smile decay, laugh or it will die in vain!"

Name: Alrune Ihadugram Al-Zardun Dimekshia nu Karzanoon
Nickname: "Al" or "Risk Chord" (Underground artist name)
Sex: Male? :)
Age: 14
Haircolour: Light Purple
Eyecolour: Light green
Skin: Tanned with body markings (tattoo looking markings) (Darker skin than on faceclaim)
Grade: Intends to join Mephisto's when he turns 15.
Appearance: Pink pirate shirt, black tight leather pants, black and silver boots, necklace with a medallion with the number 8 at it.
Nationality: El-Undura, the desert kingdom (Former) Rhea (Current)

Personality:

Al's personality may initially be hard to nail down, in that he is an extrovert on stage, when singing, signing autographs, hanging out with fans or being interviewed. In private however he is almost the complete opposite, being an introvert and being more of a listener, with the occasional question.

He enjoys listening to music and making his own, including singing and dancing. He also seems to have an interest in history books and things of scientific nature. He also is fond of animals and nature, and prone to sometime take the law into his own hands if he feels it is justified. Alrune is distrustful of doctors, scientists and basically anyone involved with the Rhean government.

Biography:

Al's memories bring him back to a place of peace within the kingdom most associated with war and misery. His early life was in one of the many tribal villages in the outskirts of El-Undura's borders. Where life itself was simple, yet peaceful. And that was all that mattered. His father was a great man, a merchant and avid storyteller. His mother was one of the tribal healers and capable at her art. He wasn't the only child neither, he had nine siblings.

There were many fond memories of his past, but Al had a wanderlust take over him early on. A desire to see more of the world, outside of the tribal community, outside of the warring lands of El-Undura. Yet it was after he finally reached the borders of Rhea that his memories had gotten blurried. What in the world had happened to him?

As he began to search for the answers, he made use of his gifted powers to support himself. Becoming a singer and muscician after many compliments, the underground gangs calling him the second coming of Shal-Akkun. A popular artist that shared his country of origin, which had migrated to Rhea some twohundred years earlier and became a hit amongst those who enjoyed wild dancing to the funky beats and neon-lights.Coming to Rhea had however been the right call, despite his initial longing to see his family again. And finding out just what had happened to him during the period of time he lost his memories. The boy only hoped that his family was all well and safe. He had however no intention to return home just yet, there was much enjoyment in coming up with new songs and singing them in this new place of the world. Sometimes even being requested by those who would call themselves his fans to sing songs of other artists, including the long since deceased Shal-Akkun. Perhaps in time he could earn enough money so that his family could all move to Rhea. Family was the most important thing to him. His loving family and friends back home in that quiet little tribal community. Within the span of a year, perhaps he would have enough earnings to invite them over to start a new safer life? Rhea was truly a place of wonders and safety in comparison to his homeland... right?

El-Undura:

El-Undura, the desert kingdom. Al's heritage brings him back to the desert kingdom of El-Undura. The most violent place on the planet, and the only one with vast amounts of sandy dunes. A place where warmongers, mercenaries and exiles find themselves drawn to.

Where the rich and powerful dominate over the poor and meek, where civil wars and conflicts with other nations are a part of the norm rather than the exception. Despite the help offered by other nations such as Rhea, Albion and Vauquelin. The nation of El-Undura has constantly failed to show any signs of changing it's ways. The desert kingdom is prone to break promises and prone to replacing a weakening tyrant with an even worse one. The common folk are not free in the larger cities, but there is more of a self-governance in the outskirts among the tribal people. Those which haven't yet been plundered or put to the torch that is.

Despite it's autocratic system, the desert kingdom has a wide reaching trade system in place, where one can basically find anything if one looks hard enough. Spices, illegal weapons, lost shipments, stolen artifacts and slaves. A darker pit of misery has yet to be found within the world.

Core:

Neurobeat

He has his own theme music playing anywhere he goes, the sounds seems to mystically play in an area around him (aura) as if he was a speaker. He may suppress his core power momentarily if there's a need for it, but more often than not it's not. Unless he wants to sneak but has a song in mind. Said aura is not only providing him with an ambient theme fitting to his mood, but also his own personal rhythm and theme. It also has electrically charged him (even when it is not making any sound), making him alot faster, better agility and balance. Like a proper dancing expert he can win dance-off's easily with this. Not only that but he is able to channel electricity through his body like an electric eel when he so desires. The power is basically like plugging in the electrical cord into an electric guitar. With benefits.

Synthomania: Electric guitar. Yes, it's an actual electric enchanted guitar. A shocking touch aswell. Enchanted to such a degree you can slam it on stage as much as you wish to create thundering slams. It serves as a focus and amplifier to his electical powers otherwise, making him able to put his core electrical ability into it's lightningbolts. The guitar may also detach it's strings and wrap themselves around a target, after which Al can play upon them to deliver vibration attacks to his foes.

Synthphony: He can growl in a immense base manner to cause the very ground to give in. Or give an opera like performance to shatter glass and render peoples ears ringing. May also create shockwaves of sound.

Disco Infernal: Hit the dance floor. Quite literally creates a discoball of fire, which despite it's appearance does not cause burning or is a hazard. What it does however is that it physically and mentally drains those nearby it to the point of causing them to become as if hypnotised or in trance while gradually having their physical and mental energy drained away. It is considered a psychic effect rather than a negative energy effect. The user can also exclude people from being affected by it (besides himself).



"My friend, how important would you say that our memories are? I am sorry, that question must seem odd to you. Nevermind I said anything haha..."

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Suzakura Plagerzes

'What a friggin day, frecking unbelievable. First that foureyes having a decent damn punch, and then the guy has the gall to hog my Mina. Then I have to fight in some stupid arena with it's stupid rules against who was it again? Who gives a damn. Then friggin Claus von Witless shows up in his military getup and acts all protection-mama with that pinkhaired hottie. What a fregging day.' Suzakura rolled his eyes as he went out of the Midnight tournament building and out into the fresh air.

On his way up the stone stairs he spotted someone had left their soda can there at the top of the stairs. The bully was in a more foul mood than usual, thus this was a godsend. He heel-kicked it back down the stairs and he could hear it falling down and it's contents spilling. It was like having drank a cool drink himself, or a glass of cool milk.

"Ah shit... I am bored. Hm?" Just when he had gotten to the top of the stairs he heard a commotion from inside. What in the holy hells had he just missed? He rushed back down the stairs and back inside. There was suddenly a larger amount of chaos. Wonderful.

'I can't see shit with all these noname-background characters running all over the damn place.' He thought in an annoyed manner, that he was gonna have to use his powers to solve it. What a bother. Suzakura allowed his gift to flow through him and began to increase his height momentarily so he could see over the panicked crowd.

'Allright time to clear a pathway. All you royal bastards ain't got nothing on this.' The bully thought to himself as he came up with his plan, and allowed his vocal cords to become altered abit and his ability to scream.

"OH MY GOODNESS! THE LOCAL YOUTH OFFICERS ARE COMING! EVERYONE IS GETTING ARRESTED! HURRY TO THE EXIT! GO GO GO!" He screamed in an alarmed manner and watched plenty of people run past him in a stampede towards one of the exits.

'Freggin pansies. Suza. You are a friggin genius. Allright, now who pissed off that big muscle-without-brains guy? Hey isn't that the guy who cheated himself to a win against me? Nah. Must be another of those bland average guys. Well, he does look like hes pretty pissed and at this rate Mina could get into that big mess. While that backstabbing-Mikey-chugging cow did me bad, it is my backstabbing chugging milkmachine. No one messes with my buddies or my stuff. Unless it's Chinami-chan... huhuhu...' Suzakura shook his head quickly from side to side to focus on the task at hand, he had to catch the big guy's attention and if he could make his entrance cool. It would seal the deal on his girl-magnetism powerset. Assuming his normal height, Suzakura made a few kickboxing steps forwards into an area that made him clearly visible to those engaging the big muscular thing.

"Holy hells! That's a big gun-rifletech-pipe teachy peachy! Not as big as mine, but we can talk more about that later! Ahh you are here too foureyes? Then where is MY MINA?! Allright that does it! Transformation time!" Suzakura assumed a pose with his left foot in front of his right one, and his arms outstretched to the left and right.

Then be begun to spin on his feet slowly, as his arms reached up above his head and bone armor began to form on his arms and hands. Then he bent his shape backwards abit, still slowly spinning in place as a bone chestplate formed over his chest, along with some fitting shoulderparts. Then Suza stopped spinning and made a shaolin like kick into the air as bone began to form along his feet and legs, then he landed again, pointing with one of his hands towards Erisse, giving her a wink with his right eye, right before a bone helmet covered his head, only leaving enough room for him to see.

The bully made a few air-jabs with his bone enforced hands, and then made a pelvic thrust forwards, creating some further armor around his pelvic area. "Oooooh yeah~!" Suza said in a pleased manner, then inspected himself. Something was missing. Ah. Spikes. Thus he spent an extra couple of seconds to grow some bone spikes out of his armor in a select few places, such as his bracers and shoulderpads. But more importantly made sure to create a large one on the pelvic armor.

"Suzakura Plagerzes! Bonebaddy mark thirty-four! Here we go! I got a bone to pick with you musclemofo!" Suzakura stepped up to assume a pose with one of his hands at his hip, as he manipulated his musculature to better support him.

It was time to shine.

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Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

It was with a soft sigh that Reverio turned to face Ken, who had implored both him and Chinami to hear him out. The Izumo heir's words about them all having assumed things wrongly, about negativity and the flower garden. All these things did reach the blonde's ears.

Negativity. That very word could be used to summerize his feelings for humankind as a whole, with some exceptions. It were those exceptions that were at fault for holding him back, from letting him to travel down the path he both dreaded to tread, but also deep within felt more drawn towards. It was as if the forces of the world, the gods themselves was slowly pulling him towards doing something which could change the world forever. He knew he didn't have the power alone, no mortal had enough power to change the world on their own. It was a group effort, or the effort by a being far above them. Even above the gods.

The blonde knew what was pulling at him, he knew what manner of being his thoughts were drawn to. But he shook them away again. There was a time for deep thinking, but that was not now, not here. Reverio straightened himself up slightly, holding out his hand towards one of the potted plants in his apartment.

"No matter how beautiful and vast a garden is, there will be people seeking to blow it all away. I've seen it all before, I've felt it all before. We may eat and drink, rest and take in the view. But it won't change anything. The world out there remain as rotten. While your offer is indeed a kind one, and while I agree that such scenery is pleasing to behold and I would want nothing more than drift away in such a place. I've been trapped far too long in my life, by things that only came to serve as an illusion to how things truly were. Much like a masquerade ball, once the masks are dropped the music also does. My brother who gave me this life, I cannot allow myself such joy. I cannot even end myself for the guilt I feel. I must live, but if I must live, I must live doing something of worth... or it will all have been for nothing. I cannot go back to being a kid, Ken. But I think that applies to everyone. None can go back in time, except in ones memories..."

Reverio gently slammed his fist into a nearby table, not enough to startle anyone or break something, but enough to make a point. Then he turned to Chinami as she had spoken up again.

"That sounds good to me. We shall dine another time then, miss Chinami. Thank you again for bringing back my coat." It was with a show of appreciation that the blonde offered a deep bow to both Chinami and Ken.

"Perhaps we can talk again someday, Ken. I wouldn't necessarily say either one of us is fully wrong or right, we are simply what we are. Shaped by our surroundings and experiences. If people would fully understand each other, perhaps this world would have been a different place alltogether. But would that have been a world people would desire. Is there truly such a perfect world that people can live in? And would that even be called living? I have no answer for that..." Rev offered a final soft smile.

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Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

The blonde had raised both his eyebrows on hearing Ken's words.

"I never said that those of royal blood possess more virtue than those without, Ken. Like you say, one is shaped by ones experience. Nobles may betray the people, but people of any origin may do the same. It's a matter of experiences and what moral code one abides by. But you seem to be misunderstanding what I am saying." Rev shook his head softly, his blue eyes setting on Chinami afterwards.

"Like you said. He was wary of a bigger fish. Wouldn't Kiburi had been just that then? I do not doubt Nightman's intentions, nor do I oppose the intent. I oppose the means however with my entire being." Rev quickly explained, before withdrawing the sword away from Chinami. Then he proceeded to unsummon it. "It was more about finding out if there was something else to Nightman's plan or not. But you make your stance clear, Chinami. It wasn't my intent to make you feel like you were wasting your time. I shall therefor not keep you any longer from the things you have to do with your life. That goes for both of you. Like you said Chinami, it seems like it was indeed a single performance with no encore. That is a shame. Thank you for bringing the coat."

The blonde then walked over to one of the windows of the room, watching how the morning sun was piercing through the leaves of a nearby tree. A duo of birds chirping and chasing each other. He watched them momentarily, as he was greeted by a memory when he had walked the palace grounds with the princess. How they had looked at the various birds while drinking tea. How he missed those times. The time he could stare into his teacup and see his reflection without feeling anger. But that was something he could never return to. Not physically at least. Perhaps the gods would allow him to sit next to his brother and the princess in a life after this one? He wasn't certain if he even deserved that. Especially not when he had that feeling inside of him. The urge to do something. Unlike Ken who seemed to be fully fine with having villains and evil co-exist with what is good within Rhea. Such a world was the world he had grown up into, the kind of world he hated. The world that had guided his dear ones to death and himself down a darker mindset.

'All paths I've taken has led me to the same answer. Ken is fine with having heroes and villains, good and evil co-exist under the same skies. To me that is just cruel and a waste of life. Good people always end up suffering. But these two have made me realize now, that people cannot get along... unless there is an overarching greater threat.' Rev's eyes opened wide, as he felt a cold shiver go up his spine. An overarching feeling of doom. Like a sword above the seat of a rulers throne, ready to plunge down upon him. Could the world find unity if there was a threat of doom looming over them? Reverio swallowed slightly as he realized what he had to find.

'The great evil.' As the words lined up in his mind, he could feel his very being repulsed by the very idea. But what if it was the only way to make people see eye to eye? What if it was the solution to end all struggles and suffering? The line of thought made him travel down a dark path. He quickly shook his head and returned to the room.

"Uhm.. I will unlock the door for you both. I thank you for finding the time today." Rev offered a deep bow as he faced them, before he made his way towards the door to unlock it.

@Letter Bee@Lewascan2

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Orpheuz Paladice

Orpheuz nodded as Vera replied to him about not having seen the girl in the picture. While this was highly unfortunate, it didn't change his quest. No matter where she were, he was going to find her.

"I am a former comerade and former enemy both, a traveller from a distance yet at the same time so very close. Imagine as if this world we are currently within, is but a single page in a larger book filled with pages that have similarities with oneanother. I came from one of those other pages." Orpheuz's orange eyes widened as he spoke, his seemingly blazing eyes staring right at Vera.

"I am from Rhea, but not the Rhea you know. One of many. In my Rhea... let us call is Alter-Rhea just to separate the two. A great shadow was threatening to destroy the city, heroes rose up to battle it. In the battle against said foe, many heroes and former enemies fell. Said great enemy was forced back through much hardship, but in doing so it seized a host. A person who was... is very dear to me. One cannot fight against ones heart. Thus I came to serve the great shadow. Yet despite that, I still have respect for those who are willing to fight for their beloved. Like yourself who swore vengeance when Wolf was slain. Vittorio who died trying to protect Bak. Cassius who died in Katherine's arms. Among others..." He began to grit his teeth, but soon after eased up again and continued speaking.

"The great shadow and it's host was finally cornered, with nowhere left to run. The five strode forth. You were there too. Watching it happen. How Alto led the four others forth and then struck the host with his blade of light. The dark energies twisted and opened a pathway between the worlds. As the body of the host fell through it. It was only natural that I follow. I embraced my... comerade as we fell. Who knows for how long, but when I came to the bottom. My dear one was nowhere to be seen, but as a resemblence on my very form. I was not alone in the dark, there was someone else there. Who made me an offer I couldn't simply refuse. Thus here I am, to save this and every other world from a looming threat." Orpheuz raised his right hand as he finished, he lifted it so the palm would be facing upwards. Then he bent his fingers slightly inwards as if he was grasping a stess ball, as a pitch black liquid began to quickly form in the shape of a black orb. The young man soon after, moved his hand slightly and the orb began to take the shape of a cone as it began to rapidly spin.

"The dark void change not only your body, it attempts to change your mind aswell. Not to mention the gift of the gods become changed too." The spinning cone of black liquid was soon after brought to his lips where he drank it all up. "I just couldn't stand seeing that insignificant nobody speak to you in that manner, if he causes any further problems. Do let me know and I shall make certain he will understand just how deep waters he is trying to sail upon. I have no intention to show up to his challenge neither, I don't duel with the unworthy. That aside. " Orpheuz nodded his head towards Vera's purse.

@KillamriX88

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

To having had his offer rejected by Chinami was a first, never before in his life had anyone said no to join him for dinner. It took him by surprise, but also made him realize that Chinami was indeed unlike any of the ladies of the court. It were indeed like she came from a different world alltogether. Ken on the other hand had replied to the question which he had directed towards Chinami, he wasn't the type to ask out other males for dinner. Back in the day, such an action would become the banter of the court and give rise to particular rumors. His late brother was ofcourse excluded from said thing.

"I... see... uhm... sorry Ken, I am not a good cook. The dinner offer was to Chinami. Forgive me. I don't go on private dinners with other men, I did only attend to public ones alongside a room full of other royals, nobles and officials." Rev offered an appologizing set of bows, he felt bad about it, but it couldn't be helped. It was after all Chinami who was hiding behind a mask, not Ken. He had been open and accepting to the three of them working together to put the pieces of the greater puzzle back together.
Then soon after it was time to address Chinami again, his facial expression looked troubled, disappointed and as if he had sold the butter and dropped the money.

"There's a reason people crave power, I don't think Nightman was just collecting what he did for the sake of it. He told me that in order to know great things, you must first know the really bad. Or something very similar to that. He had a chessboard aswell, according to him he used to play with a former patient of his. I find it strange, that a man such as him would keep such a thing to play on his own or as a memento unless it truly meant something for him. I wonder... could Lord Kiburi have been a former patient of his? It would explain how they seemed to know each other. It would also explain why a man such as Nightman didn't just come and fetch us all, it wasn't as if he lacked the power. It was more as if he was hiding from someone or something." Reverio crossed his arms momentarily, his eyes shimmering as they looked into Chinami's eyes.

'Just like you are hiding your heart, what are you afraid of? You carry yourself in such a proud manner, yet at the same time you are as if you are trembling. I wonder, were you once betrayed aswell? What is it that you are hiding behind that ruby gaze? Just what is that burning star?' The blonde took a few moments to ponder before he reached up both his hands above his head, and then with a bright light he summoned his family sword. The damoclaimh solais. He gently took hold of the grip of the sword, then moved his hands to it's hilt so that he could hold it over towards Chinami.

"As for telling if you are of royal blood or not. This is the blade, Damoclaimh solais. The sword of heavenly judgement. It has been passed down in my family for generations and served as a symbol of a better time. It was used in the royal ceremonies to prove ones royal heritage and through that ones legitimacy to the Vauquelin throne. To alot of people it is an important piece of my homelands history, to my remaining relatives it's the key to power... but to me it's a weapon which I draw to protect what is important to me. Please, Chinami. Take hold of it's grip and it shall tell you if you are of royal blood, it's blade will burn brighter if you have. You are not afraid, right?" The blonde held out the blade towards the ravenhaired girl, hoping she would take it.

'How can peace ever come to this world, when not even the three of us can get along?' Reverio mentally sighed as his eyes wandered over Chinami again. He had to try, after all he could feel his faith in humankind slipping away from him, like sand through his fingers.

@Lewascan2@Letter Bee