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Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Alrune Ihadugram Al-Zardun Dimekshia nu Karzanoon

The young boy nodded to the beat of the music that was emanating from him, making snapping noises with one hand, while visualizing he was playing on a keyboard with the other. The stroll down the main street leading to the library was far more trafficated than the one he just left. His specially enchanted magical guitar was flung over his back just in case he had to make an improvised performance with stunning visuals. They were stunning right? At least he hoped so.

Ofcourse his guitar and powers did bring a specific kind of feel to his performances, but they could be dangerous if used recklessly and he didn't want to hurt anyone. Especially not someone who was a fan of his songs or was there to have a great time. Speaking of great time, there was few things better than walking around in the fresh air, enjoying life and having a beat in your soul and heart both.

It was then the harmony was disrupted by a signal. Something rang.

"Hmm? Oh no.." Al reached for his phone and the display was showing him what he feared. It was his manager. Then again what did he expect, that was the only person who had his number, aside from the other members of the band. The young boy took a deep breath as the music died down completely and he pressed the green button on the phone.

"This is Al." He said in a tired manner, it wasn't like he hated his manager or was ungrateful for the help he had gotten in getting some fame underground. It was just that he needed some time alone to enjoy his life.

The rough voice, followed by a deep blowing sound into the phone was what greeted the boy when he listened. His manager was prone to drinking and making use of his cigars, typically blowing the smoke carelessly in front of him no matter who happened to be there. In this case it was the phone.

"Great news kid. I've kicked out Dogge... Duggo whatever his name was and replaced him with a new guy. Best of all the guy is cheap and down on his luck. Good thing I am around to save the day eh? People really need to appreciate the hardships I go through to get things working smoothly." The old man said with a grunt as he blew some more smoke into the phone he held.

"But.. he was a good person. He just needed more time to learn how to use the-" Al replied in a disheartened manner.

"He was trash! Complete and utter waste of space. In this buisness only the strong ones make it. You want to go living on the streets eh? Are you disatisfied with the effort and sacrifices I have made to help you? Eh?" The balding man asked in an annoyed manner. Al could almost feel the snarl and visualize the expression of the man.

"I am grateful for your help, I am- I just think-" Once again his manager broke him off in the middle of a sentence.

"That's the problem, kiddo. You think too much. Leave the thinking to the guy who saves everyones day. Me." The grown man said in a satisfied tone, the small chuckle that followed clearly indicated that he was fully convinced what he just spoke was facts.

"Okay.." Al said in a bored manner. His manager had completely killed off his good mood, and what he wanted now was nothing more than to end the call.

"One last thing kid. I know you've been strolling about the marketplace today. Keep yourself out of that part of town. You don't want to be around there at day, especially not at night. Bad things happen there. Wouldn't want to encounter the wrong kind of people. Good thing you have me to watch over you eh? Later kid." The manager gave a last blowing of his cigar into the phone before he hung up before Al could even reply.

'Just because I'm young, doesn't mean I'm stupid.' Al began walking again as soon as he had put his phone back into his pocket. It was true that he owed alot to that man, but he sometimes felt as if the man was seeing him as nothing more than a way to make money. Perhaps they were all viewed as that to him? The boy knew that he was also in need of money himself, so he could gather enough to help out his family and get a place of his own in the city and perhaps afford to join one of the schools.

Many of his fans had recommended he should join the school of Mephisto, but how would one even apply? Perhaps only by finding one of their recruiters. St Laurels and Clausewitz were two other options, although he felt that Clausewitz was far too militaristic for his liking and St Laurels were likely having too high a bar needed in order to join. Lastly there were Kiburi's, which was even more restricted. It also didn't seem like the place which Al would like at all. A place where the strong gather and seem to believe in the rule of the strongest.

Picking on those weaker than themselves, how was that a sign of being strong? Just a place of bullies and people who viewed themselves greater than everyone else. Perhaps he was being judgemental himself. But at least he was honest, this was what he knew of the schools and he would keep believing it until someone would change his mind. It was Saint Laurel who first made it so that arguments could be settled in legal arena fights, to avoid the nation to fall into disorder or lose it's appeal. After all, as far as most people were concerned, Rhea was the symbol of achievement and a good life. The other nations were trying to catch up, or were too occupied in going in the other direction.

As the boy pondered on the history of Rhea, he passed by many shops and windows, when a display in one window caught his attention. He wasn't alone in stopping to look, a gathering of ten or so people were watching a large monitor behind a glass window to a tech store.
There were speakers outside of the building however, to allow the people passing by to hear the quality offered by the brand new speakers but also view the local news and music programs. Not to mention the commercials. But what was being displayed at the time was something that made the boy frown and his face turned grim to what he was seeing. The screen showed a military parade in Vauquelin.

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A large force of military clad men and women marsching down a large open square with various weaponry being displayed aswell. And atop on a balcony of the administative building stood several figures, the one in the middle he could recognize.

'The emperor of Vauquelin... just another tyrant who may someday put the world on fire. Just like those warlords of my home. Why can't people just be happy with what they have? Why can't they just enjoy life? Why must they always want more? Izumo has an emperor too. What makes people want that kind of power and responsibility to begin with? Do they really hate the world that much? There's so much beauty here but none of them can ever see it, or is it because they have chosen not to? What would I know. I am still a kid. Well until my birthday which is soon. Transition to an adult just like that. I wonder how that will feel like...' Alrune allowed his head to fall as he turned around to continue along his way, leaving the other people still standing there watching the scenes playing out before them.

The boy decided this was a good time to start whistling, that usually was a good start to get into a better mood. Also it could even evolve into a new song later along the way. 'I wonder if that Shal-Akkun used to do things like this back when he was alive?' He pondered for a moment then smiled. "Probably not!" He said aloud and began to balance walk along the different elevated walkway leading to the Rhean library.

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

The brief moments which he had conversed with Lambda had left the blonde blinking in a state of confusion. Had he just approached in order to bid his leave?

'A stranger you never met? But you just did? That doesn't make any sense at all...' Rev raised his eyebrows and shook his head after Lambda had left to go into the large building. But perhaps it was for the better, after all he had things to do. Chit-chatting and being idle was no longer a good choice. He knew that now. That being passive and simply letting evil do it's thing was just the same as being evil. Hopefully he could ask Darla for assistance, but he couldn't tell her his intentions for he wouldn't want to put her into danger.

'This is my burden to bear. This is my new duty. To find out what I can about the great evil, if it truly can bring salvation to this world.' The blonde headed up the stairs leading to the entrance of the building, each step felt heavier than the one before. Doubt. Why now? He felt as if he had the gods themselves set their judging eyes upon him. But if this wasn't their plan for him, then whose plan was it? It wasn't his... he was only mortal after all.

'There are limits to what a mortal can do, even as a king I was powerless. Power doesn't lie with me, it lies in others. Thus it is through others that I can change the world for the better.' The thoughts began to swirl yet again, perhaps they resurfaced to hide the realization he would soon meet his enthusiastic cousin. As he wandered into the doorway of the building he received a few looks by people within the library, he tried to not think about it. After all back in his homeland he had the eyes of the entire nation upon him, this was surely nothing to worry about. Was it his way of clothing that made him stand out? Or was it his long ponytail reaching down to his lower back? He couldn't tell.

His eyes did however wander abit, to look around the library. The way to the ceiling was huge. The large amount of ladders and books covering the walls was astonishing. Who knew how many books were lost in the massive collection. He could imagine the sheer pain of re-arranging books after a reader have placed them in the wrong section. Reverio didn't envy them at all. Perhaps those golem like things were doing just that? To one side he spotted the fluffy-eared boy and the boy which had briefly spoken with him. There were also some others wandering about which he had not seen before. His stride was cut off by hearing someone scream. The former king stopped in his tracks to look in the direction of the scream, or what he thought was the direction. Wasn't libraries meant to be places of tranquility? Something had happened to the fluffy-cat guy. But before Rev could go over and see if he could help, he was waylaid and had to defend himself.

It was at that moment he realized he was beset upon by a high level adversary. His cousin.

"Salutations dear cousin, I pray you have been well? Oh and for certain it seems the library is quite the gathering place. Perhaps people are just that interested in history, art and those fantasy world traveling stories. You know those where the protagonist falls into a world that is foreign to them? Ehm.. ahh yes... I was hoping you could help me with something? Uh.. anything? Well.. I do have something I really need to do." Reverio said in a troubled manner as he walked closer to his cousin and out of the doorway so he wouldn't block the way for someone else. He took a few breaths and then said in a hushed manner, it was after all a library and what he had in mind was troublesome.

"You see, Darla. I need someone to distract the librarians over there and the two golems by that door next to the counter. Leading them away from it. There's something I need to borrow from the library. But I cannot be seen with it. Think you could help me? I will make it up to you, whatever one request you want that is within my power I will grant. I need to get all of them away from that door over there and their attention set on something else." Reverio explained in a hushed manner to Darla, he had to take a few moments to take a breath away from her due to her perfume but overall he plowed through with the words.

If his cousin was unwilling to provide assistance it would make things much more difficult, but even if it were difficult there was no reason to quit. He owed his brother to do what he could to change the world, not only him but for the sake of everyone. Out of people the former king trusted, Darla was one of them. Albeit he couldn't tell her his greatest secret, due to what her parents would do if they found out. It would be a disaster of personal and worldly proportions and had to be avoided at all costs.

'I am counting on you! Help me Darla!' He voiced in his head as his eyes shimmered, watching his cousin in the eyes. Why did she look at him as if he was a freshly baked cake? Did he just imagine it? Perhaps he needed to blink his eyes to make sure. But doing so would make her suspicious. What if he only blinked one eye at a time? Rev took a moment before he blinked with one eye alone, to see if that would change the expression he was seeing written all over his cousin's face.

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Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Suzakura Plagerzes

The slightly blurred vision soon became clear again for the overambitious bully, and he found himself looking at the world from a new perspective. Had the world suddenly warped around him, everything was upside down. No wait. As his senses readjusted themselves alongside his various organs, bone and flesh he realized. He was upside down and imbedded into the building wall. Thankfully his bone armor had absorbed much of the impact, not to mention his pain receivers were turned off. If they wouldn't have been, then this would no doubt have hurt quite the bit.

"Allright... where the frecking holy hells am I? Aha. Just across the street. You punch like a nerd fat-for-brains! Eh... screw it. I've made my point to the weaklings, that no matter how much they try. They just ain't Suza." He grinned as he popped himself out from the building wall allowing him to fall down and faceplant against the ground. It was too much of a bother to actually try to land on ones feet. Then when he finally found the will he pushed himself up in a lazy manner.

"Oi! Mina! I am returning to Kibuririririri! Be back by morning! I need milk for my cereal!" He yelled at no one in particular, as he doubted Mina could hear him unless he manipulated his vocal cords. But it was such a bother...

Thus the bully returned home and the next day came knocking.

The next day...

"Oooh yeah, Kurararara- Suzazazaza-cool-a! Allright, which one of you first years brought lunch for me? Ahh did you? Ah?" Suzakura opened the lid leading into the lunchhall of the St Laurel's school. A place he was NOT invited to. But with his ability to change his appearance into just about anyone, how could they possibly keep track of where or who he was?

Sadly the bully realized too late that today was the St Laurel's schools day off. Celebrating Laurel-day of all things.

"Friggin' goodshoes good for nothing geekmeeks! Argh! Fine. I can find other ways to get what I want..." He lowered his voice as he quickly exited the school grounds and transformed back to his usual appearance. He couldn't afford to be mistaken for someone less favorable. At least not while he was out letting the weakminded and the holy knight types look upon him in all his glory. Well. For now the clothes remained on.

"Marketplace-marketplace. Gotta snatch my daily batch of beefy stew! An apple a day keeps whatever the hells the rest of that line says. Ohoo! It smells friggin' good here, almost like they are producing some Suzapheromones and making everyone into foodfreaks. Just like the ladies can't have enough of Suza, I can't have enough frecks to care whose lunch I take. But if you cannot keep it, it's all fair..." The bully began whistling as he strolled down the street past the various marketstands.

How useful it was to be able to create extra limbs to snatch food with. The bully made sure to distract so many of the goodnatured sellers, talking about things with them and just saying yes or no. Nothing like abit of random chit-chat to work up an appetite. The chicken was tasty. So was the hotdogs, the apple, the lollipop he too from the kid and even the burger he snatched out from the two breads of the person trying to eat it. He could feel it in his body. This was indeed going to be the day when Chinami would propose to him. He just knew that couldn't be far away.

"Oh Suza~ You are such a manly man-man. I am a hot sunshine hating girl with a fetish for men who are top dog. Grrr! Rawr! You are even more smexy than Kiburi-sama! Oh hold me Suza! Hold me with your strong multiple arms..." Suza said as he altered his vocal cords to sound like Chinami, a smile on his face as he said the lines, his two hands behind his neck. While the other temporary ones carried his food.

"Ooh.. babe... behave~ I am so much of a man it might be hard to keep me all for yourself. I should let the whole female world have their piece of this muscular manly miracle of man. But ofcourse you are number one. I know you have unvocalized feelings for me. You know me, I cannot take the first step. I may lose my man-aura... so go ahead and tell me how much you are obbsessed with me?" Suzakura replied in his own voice as he reached out with one of his main hands to gently take hold of one of his extra ones. Before the arms would begin to fondle his own chest in a hugging manner.

The bully created an artificial blush on his cheeks to go along with it before he was rudely interupted by a young man on a mailman bike driving past him and hitting a puddle of water, causing it to splash on him. The extra hand that had been formed into a fist, had been torn off from his arm and hurled after the biker and hitting him in the helmet, causing him to crash into a nearby alleyway.

"Freggin' nerve of some people... I am WALKING here. Idiot." The bully soon proceeded to twist his entire body like how someone would wrench water out of a towel until he was all dry again.

"Allright." Suzakura said in a satisfied manner, as he allowed his extra arms to vanish and he took a few final bites of his food before hurling the remains and the papers over his shoulder. Despite there being a trashcan closeby.

"Well ain't that a ghastly looking building? Well you ain't scaring me..." The bully whistled as he passed by a building.

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

The landing had been smooth enough, and the little flight over the city had been a refreshing change to momentarily push away his troubles.

But where one problem was temporary put on hold, a seemingly new one came knocking. A young man was hurled through the air and landed in a nearby dumpster. Rev blinked quickly to process what he had just seen. His gaze wandered from the dumpster and up towards the one which had launched him. A large... machine. As the dots connected, Reverio realized that he had miscalculated on something. While he had expected to meet the librarians within and possibly get into trouble while searching for the knowledge he wanted. In the shape of traps and wardings, he had been unprepared to deal with this problem.

Darla.

His cousin. While she were partly of Albion blood, she was still one of very few living relatives of his. He never found the whole matter of blood an important thing. After all, what mattered more to him was how they were as a person. While he considered her a good aligned person, he couldn't help but feel worried in her presence. It was almost as if he was floating on a surfing board, and below him was a great shark. A feeling of being observed and an underlying sense of danger.

In his worries, he realized that perhaps Darla could actually help him out with his current predicament. Maybe she could distract the librarians long enough for him to sneak into the vaults. There was danger involved, this was trespassing if he would be caught. And potentially Darla could become involved into such aswell. He knew he didn't want that. So she would have to remain oblivious to his plan, that way even if they interrogate her or mindread her or something like that. They wouldn't find enough to punish her for his crime. This was if he would be caught ofcourse. While there were a high amount of risk involved, he knew he had to try find some information of the great evil. To see if it could actually be the solution to his dilemma or something which could make it even worse.

Reverio offered a polite bow to Darla's robot servant once his mind had processed all the swirling thoughts in his head. For some reason he felt good about it all. As if this was going to change the day for the better.

"You have my thanks, I will head in to meet Lady Darla in just a few moments. You may return to inform her of my arrival." Reverio offered a deep nod towards the robot. Perhaps to most people he would look weird, showing such respects to a machine. But in his mind, this robot was just an extension of Darla. Like how a king would use a diplomat to broker peace and unions.

But Darla didn't know that part about him, that he was in fact the former king of Vauquelin. To let her know would be a disaster, not because he didn't trust her. He knew she was a good person and all that. But her mother and father would see a world of money and some scheme to somehow get themselves involved with the crown. Well, or rather have Albion gain a claim on the lands of Vauquelin. Reverio mentally frowned on the idea. If Albion and Vauquelin would go to war, alot of people would die all because of him. The greedy nobles of Albion would put their warmachine into full gear and Vauquelin would fight to the death with their militaristic young emperor.

Who knows how many other nations would become involved in such a scenario. He definitely couldn't tell Darla about the truth. As painful as it felt to keep such secrets from her. He had to. Not for himself, but for the sake of his brother who died to save him and the other people of the world. After having excused himself from Darla's servant, Reverio hurried over to check on the guy which had been flung to the dumpster. Grabbing hold of his one leg that would be sticking out of the dumpster and then he channeled his healing power to restore the man's vitality.

"Try stay out of trouble from now on... don't mess with my cousin you hear?" Reverio glanced into the dumpster to give the guy one look before he walked over towards the entrance again. Two others were standing there, perhaps they were already standing there when he was being courteous to the machine and mentally prepping. Before he had the chance to address them both, one of them decided to head into the building. He had some strange ears on his head. Just how fluffy were they?

"A.. cat...person?" Reverio blinked as he spoke aloud to himself his jaw dropping slightly, while watching Kurogane walking into the library. But soon his attention was turned towards the other individual which was now approaching him.

'This person knows me?' The blonde thought as he looked Lambda over from top to toe. Was this young man a noble? It wouldn't be too far fetched after hearing he was attending to St Laurels.

"Excelsior! You are not bothering me at all, young sir. You are also correct, I am Reverio Galand. I hope these classmates have not been speaking too ill of me? To whom do I owe the pleasure of speaking with? Are you here to... lend a few books aswell, or is it the architechture that peeks your interest?" Reverio assumed his usual pose for greeting people, which involved a formal but polite bowing motion, with one hand over his heart.

'This person seems to be quite tranquil in the peaceful meaning of the word. Have I met him before? Seems like the type I may have known... is he someone from Vauquelin? I met so many nobles and their heirs during my time on the throne to the point I lost track...' The former king pondered as he looked over Lambda a second time.

"Was that cat man with you?" Reverio asked. He had to ask.

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Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Alrune Ihadugram Al-Zardun Dimekshia nu Karzanoon

The night had passed and he felt energy course through him again. It was his day free of any practice or work, but even that couldn't stop his stroll down the streets of Rhea, a hotdog in one hand and a cone icecream in the other, a soda bottle in his one pocket and an energy bar in the other. He was all set for what the day would bring, the magical music of his own mind would play around him causing some people to turn their heads as he passed by. Most regular citizens of Rhea had no clue of his underground fame, that was just a specific type of crowd. Which had indeed it's benefits that he could go up to the surface and live his life more like anybody else.

While that feeling did feel good, he couldn't help but feel as if he was special in some way. Gifted. That he wasn't just one in the crowd. But another side of him was strongly denying these feelings, his logical mind was shaking wildly at the presumption that he would somehow be greater than others. He was just another ordinary human being, all he had was his powers, his performing skills, his family and being a foreigner. He didn't have the southern dialect of El-Undura, perhaps he had been too influenced by the people of Rhea that he quickly adapted to their dialect.

As long as he had his family he knew that no matter what would come at him in life he would be able to enjoy it. Challenges and struggle was after all a part of living, even if he would have prefered to just have a life of relaxing and doing what he likes. Al began strolling through an open marketplace, greeting the various people there which he had met several times before when he bought fruits, vegetables and various streetfood. There were so many things to do in life, but even he had to chose to exclude some. Food wasn't one of them. Unless he somehow felt sad about a poor animal dying for him.

The sun was shining brightly this day, from what he could tell it was a perfect day to be out walking, breathing the fresh air, watch people walking by. Or flying. He thought he saw someone fly past a few buildings on his way down the street. He couldn't help but wonder how it would actually feel like flying through the skies like a bird. The sights must be really great from up there.

'Well, no one can have everything. Just gotta make do with what you've got. And I got plenty!' He grinned with a mix of hotdog and icecream in his mouth.

'The benefits of having a job that pays well. I should soon be able to send some money home to mother and father and my siblings... it feels like it's been so long.' He couldn't give them a call however as the family didn't have a device for that, not even one of those Vaquelian bird-things. They were far too expensive, both to buy one but also feeding it.

As the young man finished his icecream and hotdog, he came upon a streetcrossing and an old lady waiting at one end. "Oh.." The boy said to himself as he walked up next to her and then looked at the walk-over signal. It was broken. How typical. But that wasn't going to ruin his or this old lady's day. Not while he had something to say about it.

"Wanna cross over? Let me help ya." Al smiled widely and walked up to offer the old lady his arm to help her cross over the street, he cane making the trip almost feel like he aged another year. Well. Maybe that was abit too extreme of a comparison.

"Be careful on your way home!" Al waved his hand to the old woman who had thanked him. It did feel good helping others, but he didn't do it because he wanted to just feel good. Because the way he saw it, the people in the world needed to help each other more. Something as simple as befriending someone who has not a single friend in the entire world could change that persons very life. Or perhaps even yours. Every little action had a reaction.

And the next reaction that struck the boy was to open up his soda bottle and take a bite out of the energy bar as he now travelled down a street he had not walked on before, at least not one he could remember. It was always exciting to explore new places and meet new people. Perhaps he could find a friend or some inspiration for a new song even?

There was a big variety of buildings on the street, and he looked over each and everyone of them just up to one place where he sighted an alleyway next to a large industrial looking building with boarded up windows. He stopped in his tracks. Something about the place gave him the creeps. He felt a lump in his stomach and he dropped his energy bar and soda. His hands reaching up to hold his head and face. He was sweating and his head was hurting. Had he unwittingly been poisoned? Had the old woman been sick? Was he having some illness come over him?

He took a few deep breaths and then fell down on his rear, luckily avoiding any soda on the ground and the energy bar.

"Oh man... why now of all times? This was just starting like such a good day." He lamented and collected himself, reaching for the soda and then picking up the half-eaten energy bar. At least half the liquid was left in the bottle, he could still enjoy it. He wouldn't let some sudden feeling of nausea and headpain to get the better of him. He was going to enjoy his day. His perfectly unplanned free day of doing what he liked. Maybe the local library had something fun? But he couldn't bring in the soda with him surely. It would be risky with all the books understandably. He couldn't play his music neither. That was the biggest minus. Well it wouldn't hurt checking out the building at least.

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.

@Lewascan2

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..."