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In World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Smash Bros Crossover) → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Word Count: 1,044
Level 3 Captain Falcon: 18/30
Exp Gained: +2
NEW EXP Balance--- 20/30

Mafia Town


Earning pons was slow going at first, but by Day 2, Captain Falcon had already begun to become known as one of the best cyclists working for Crazy Eats. But while his skills as a racer lent themselves well to the demands of a stunt-riding delivery person, the actual payout of the job was admittedly suboptimal. What Cap really needed was to find where the bounties were posted. Even in a town run by a Mafia - harmless as they mostly were - there surely had to at least be an occasional call for certain people to have a price on their heads. It was incredibly fortunate for the Captain that the person he was looking for just so happened to be the owner of the restaurant he had first entered on the day he initially arrived in town.

A former mafia boss himself, Tianyou Zhao had essentially given that life up some time ago under circumstances he had so far chosen not to share. Instead he was more interested in cooking and making You Tian the best restaurant in town. It was merely poor timing that he happened to be out at the time Falcon first showed up. Despite his mafia days being put behind him, Zhao had no problem pegging Captain Falcon as a bounty hunter. And on the night of the second day since Cap’s arrival, the two actually met for the first time when the Captain came into You Tian for dinner that evening.

“C’mon, it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that you’re a helluva lot more than just some delivery boy.” Zhao had told Falcon when he served him the meal. And so this got the two chatting about what kind of work Cap actually specialized in: Bounty Hunting - at least when he wasn’t winning Grand Prix trophies that is.

Despite keeping his own restaurant completely above board, Zhao still occasionally found himself having to butt heads with Mafia Cooks attempting to run their lousy rackets in his little corner of town. As far as Zhao was concerned, Mafia presence was simply bad for business and would drive his actual paying customers away. So he enticed Falcon with a little job offer. He could point the Captain in the direction of some baddies that needed to be taken down, and pay him a bounty to make them go away. Simple, but at least it was a start. Starting out, Zhao was mostly interested in cleaning up his own street where You Tian was located, but then he started showing interest in maybe trying to clean up other parts of town as well.

Of course, Falcon knew he had to avoid becoming too infamous. The Seekers here were supposed to be keeping a low profile after all. Not that Juri ever seemed to care. In fact she was half the reason the Mafia of Cooks had started to ramp up their own operations at times and when that happened, Falcon was usually the one to have to remind her that they shouldn’t be getting too ambitious with their activities. Again, not that she cared. About the only language he could get her to understand was with his fists. Still, this at least allowed the two to act as a sort of check and balance against each other. Juri’s presence with the Mafia ensured that someone like Falcon would always be needed to keep them from going out of control, and it would also simultaneously ensure that they would be able to bounce back and not be wiped out or something. In other words, in a roundabout way the status quo was being maintained - for better or worse.

All of that led to this evening, nearly a week after Falcon’s arrival to Mafia Town. Earlier today, he’d received another job from Zhao, but this one wasn’t like any of the others. Falcon wasn’t here at the port harbor to actually take anyone down that night. Rather, he was there simply to confirm the presence of a specific individual. As for why Zhao didn’t want Falcon to take any action against him yet, well, he didn’t really say. The best explanation that Cap got was that Zhao wanted to be absolutely sure it was really him before he did anything else. Falcon couldn’t begin to imagine what made this guy so different from previous targets. It felt like he was doing detective work more than anything. But still, jobs were jobs.

Falcon stood a few dozen meters away from the harbor’s entrance. He’d stopped before getting too close in order to formulate some kind of plan of approach. From what Zhao said, the harbor was run pretty much in its entirety by the Mafia of Cooks. So for the guy who’s been spending the past four days or so being a thorn in their side to just brazenly walk up to the front door was probably not the best idea. On a normal job, he wouldn’t have minded just kicking the door down, as it were. But this was not a normal job, and in fact was going to require some degree of stealth. And that was when an idea began to form in the Captain’s head. What if instead of approaching as a bounty hunter, he approached instead as a delivery guy?

And so, minutes later, Falcon found himself on duty for Crazy Eats. He had changed into his crazy eats uniform, and this time even left his helmet behind so he wouldn’t be immediately recognizable. If he could concentrate his deliveries to the harbor and pier, that would give him license to roam around the sector without raising any eyebrows and keep an eye out for Zhao’s target at the same time. And besides, evening and night time deliveries tended to pay extra, so a few more pons on the side certainly wouldn’t hurt anything, either.

The only thing Falcon might have to worry about is the attention he might draw toward himself while performing bike stunts. But since Crazy Eats was a pretty commonly used service all around Mafia Town, he was hopeful he wouldn’t look too out-of-place.
In World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Smash Bros Crossover) → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




In World of Light → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


The King Has Returned


Word Count: 2,615
Level 7 Ganondorf: 0/70
Exp Gained: +3
NEW EXP Balance--- 3/70

The Avenger


After the meeting was over, Ganondorf barely touched his meal. There was a lot to mull over and consider, and he couldn’t help but feel like he should be doing something more productive than just eating. So after he picked at his plate a while, he excused himself and got up. He said he was full even though his plate was only half eaten. It wasn’t hard to figure out that Ganondorf was antsy to get his own affairs in order before he inevitably returned alone to Gerudo Town. And the first order of business was to have a little chat with a certain “guest” aboard the ship.

Ganondorf made his way toward where he was told the isolation ward was. He left the Common Room through the Bridge next door. After that, he took the left down two levels, where it stopped in front of the entrance to the Isolation Ward. Beyond this wall was one of the people Ganondorf had come to despise so much. He knew he needed to be careful about how he conducted himself here. Intimidation and idle threats were likely not going to get him what he wanted - not from a Consul, anyway. And besides, if what Pit said about the Consul wanting to help them was even remotely true, then in all likelihood the warlord could get the information he needed by simply asking. Well, he was soon about to be the judge of that. With one more breath, Ganondorf stepped forward and through the door into the ward.

Inside he found the guard whom he presumed was Asbestos, ”Is he still here?” The Gerudo asked her, referring to the one and only prisoner aboard the ship. While waiting for a response, Ganondorf scanned the holding rooms within the ward. As expected, they were all unoccupied - save for one.The Savra girl, whose shift was almost over by this point, gave the newcomer an irritated look and pointed him toward the prisoner’s cell before resuming the game on her phone. When Ganondorf followed her directions, he could see a tall, thin figure resting in the darkness of his cell, his position meditative. There was no mistaking the style of his armor or cape, even if the warlord had never seen this particular helmet before. This must be S, the Consul who had supposedly given up on immortality and sided against his fellows, if that idealistic young angel was to be believed.

”Consul.” Was the closest thing to a greeting that Ganondorf could offer after approaching the cell. But he did reach up and take the helmet off of his head. Mostly he wanted to look this man in the face, even if the latter chose not to reciprocate. ”I won’t waste your time with pleasantries and false pretenses. I’ve learned a thing or two about your kind and how they operate. But now I need to know what really makes Moebius tick. And you’re going to tell me.” He said flatly. Clearly he wasn’t offering much of anything in the way of friendship like Pit had done earlier. Ganondorf was instead all business. And he even took a seat in a nearby chair - proof that he was willing to sit in here for however long he needed to learn what he wanted to know.

S stirred, his lightless eyes opening to size Ganondorf up. “I’m rather fond of pleasantries myself, and I have nothing but time to waste with them. But as I gather that you’ve had a long day, I’ll not stretch this out needlessly.” He leaned back against the wall, hands clasped in his lap. “What is it that you wish to know?”

”The clocks.” Ganondorf answered. ”We already know they act as the source of long life for you. And that you fuel them with the lives of people en masse.” he said but then added, ”If Moebius’ own words are to be believed, those clocks are indestructible and the Consuls themselves free to reap the benefits, unchecked, in perpetuity.” But the look on Ganondorf’s face clearly showed that he didn’t believe that entirely. Or at the very least that there was more to it than just that. ”The point is, the Consuls need those clocks. So I’m going to destroy them.”

A knowing nod from S suggested that the Consul knew what Ganondorf was getting at. “A wise plan of action. Unfortunately, you’ll find that you’re unable to so much as scratch the Flame Clocks, if you haven’t already. That holds true for practically everyone…save the Lost Numbers.” S crossed his arms. “Perhaps that alone is enough to clue you in, but I’ll remove the ambiguity. The Clocks are part of the system. As ‘olden life’, from before the World of Light, you are a product of the system, and bound by it. Only those born outside the system, beings who by all accounts do not exist, can damage the Clocks.”

S shrugged. “Of course, many Lost Numbers lack the requisite strength or courage to put that privilege to use. There is one other way, though. Just as Lost Numbers are ‘new life’, born of a special union, there is another kind of union–one that would grant that privilege not to your progeny, but you yourself. Though it requires an even stronger bond.” Sighing, S leaned back. “Unfortunately, I know precious little of this phenomenon. During my stint in the World of Light, I never attained such rapport with another. But be wary, for this is not an exclusive right for you heroes. Moebius can Interlink, too.”

”Inter… link?” Ganondorf repeated. He was initially perplexed by such a term. But the implications were clear enough to him. ”I doubt there is anyone in this World of Light who would ever have that kind of trust in a man like me.” Ganondorf finally said. Admitting such a flaw in his overall person was quite the rarity. But for such a foe as powerful as Moebius and Galeem, well, some level of self-awareness was clearly going to be necessary. ”But you say the Lost Numbers have the power as well. So perhaps all that is needed is to make them aware of that. Surely at least one of them will be willing to take on the task if they knew what it could accomplish?”

But this wasn’t the only thing about the clocks Ganondorf wanted to learn. ”A King in the Under tried to warn us against this plan of action. Said it could negatively affect the people they are linked to. But I’m not so sure about that. The destruction of the Guardians releases a pulse that destories people in the immediate surrounding area. Tell me, am I right in thinking that the same principle applies to the Flame Clocks as well?”

“Tis likely,” S told him. “Though I have not witnessed such a rare occurrence myself, the Clocks are as shackles, and breaking them should set their captives free.” He paused, his eyes somewhat amused. “I had not thought that the King of Evil would be one to self-deprecate. Surely, if he set his mind to it, a conqueror of nations could conquer one solitary heart.”

”If conquering a heart were really so simple, then conquering nations would never be so violent and bloody.” Ganondorf offered as a rebuttal. He was about to leave, but then remembered where it was he was going to go and who he would inevitably have to deal with there. And he figured since he was here, he might as well try to glean some insight about her. ”One last thing before I go. Tell me about Consul X.” He asked. He presumed S would be well aware of what location Consul X governed over and thus why Ganondorf would be singling her out from the remaining Consuls.

The prisoner narrowed his eyes. “X…” He shook his head. “Do understand that we Moebius aren’t the most sociable coworkers. At best the duos act the part of chess players, sportingly pitting their colonies against one another. For most, though, other Moebius aren’t allies as much as mere seats to be filled, their interaction limited to squabbling and sabotage. M and I feuded with particular bitterness, as did H and X, Consuls of the Sandswept Sky. She rules the southern and northern reaches, and to her credit she seemed better than most. Do not be deceived, however. Our kind are all of a piece.”

That answer was a bit disappointing, Ganondorf having hoped to learn a weakness or something. But it sounded like S didn’t know his fellow Consul very well. But then he mentioned the Consuls being seen as seats to be filled. Something about that didn’t sit right with the warlord, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on why. Probably better not to dwell on such a detail. ”Then I’ll just have to observe Consul X for myself, then.” He finally said, standing from his chair and putting his helmet back on. But before he could exit through the door, Ganondorf paused in order to say one last thing to S. ”Moebius will soon learn that they chose the wrong G.”


Once he was back out onto the lift, Ganondorf used it to go one level down. Immediately below the Isolation Ward was the Spirit Chamber. He’d been here before already, but there was a bit of business he still needed to attend to here. And that business involved demon merchant, Vulgrim. Unlike before, he had finally returned and was ready to do business with anyone who had spirits to offer him. Ganondorf approached the demon without fear or hesitation. He took out the two capsules in his possession and put them on the table as his offering.

”Spirits for information. That is the business you deal in, correct?” Ganondorf asked him, though it was more of a rhetorical question as he already knew the answer. ”Unlike many of the others, you’ll find that I have far less qualms about using the souls of the dead as currency. There are two questions I would ask. Can you tell me anything about a power called ‘Interlink’? And the second, do you know the location of a being called Twinrova, also sometimes known as Kotake and Koume?”

Vulgrim eyed the meager offering, his eyes narrow. Having just received three apiece for one question each from Geralt and Zenkichi, two spirits for two questions did not please him. “Interlink…?” He pronounced the word in an extended drawl, as if reading a foreign term for the first time. “Doesn’t ring a bell. If it’s something to do with Moebius, I’m afraid that I steer well clear of them. They don’t take kindly to folks running around without light in their eyes, after all. So sorry.”

After a smirking chuckle, Vulgrim eyed the two spirits, then looked up at Ganondorf. “Twinrova, though…weeeell, I’m in a half-decent mood, so maybe I’ll offer you a little discount. One monster to another, heheh.” He tented his claws, turning his rictus grin on the Gerudo warlord. “Those witches are working their magic on the western seaboard, last I heard. Helping themselves to the strange and warped magical reagents of the Far Far Range and the bloodsucker-riddled Courtyard. Far from home, and in dangerous territory…let’s hope their magic is up to snuff, hmm?”

”Very enlightening.” Ganondorf responded. Not only did he learn the whereabouts of his adopted mothers, but he also learned that Vulgrim could not - or would not - provide knowledge pertaining to Moebius. Something he would do well to keep in mind for any future transactions. ”You say you steer clear of Moebius. But is that rule of yours absolute? Or could you be persuaded to bend it in the future? I know all too well the value of maintaining a certain… relationship to those who offer magical services. And I would pay quite well for it with whatever bounty I bring back with me from my future endeavors.”

Although the suggestion irritated Vulgrim somewhat considering what Ganondorf’s idea of generosity had been so far, his annoyance quickly gave way to greed. Of course, without any skin on his face to emote with, it all looked like a toothy sneer. “Well, everyone has their price, as they say,” he declared, wiggling his talons to illustrate his point. “Feed my hunger…and I’ll feed your curiosity.”

”Those were the last of my spirits for the time being.” Ganondorf said, but he did offer a sneer of his own. ”But I’ve made quite the habit out of collecting them. So as long as you’re willing to give me a reason to continue doing so, then I see no reason not to help you sate that hunger of yours. I look forward to doing further business with you, Vulgrim.”

And with that, Ganondorf left the Spirit Chamber. The only thing left to do now was to return to the Common Room. By this time most of the people had left, which was fine by him. It meant he could quickly get a turn to use that map table device. He had to fiddle with it before remembering how it worked but after that he was looking at a map of the World of Light. As much of it that the Avenger had charted, anyway. He stared at it a solid minute or two before he finally spotted what he was looking for. The Far Far Range and The Courtyard were just on the eastern side of the mountain range that covered The Under, barely north-northwest of The Chasm which he knew would lead to Dirtmouth.

”Had they really only been a stone’s throw away from me this entire time?” Ganondorf wondered aloud to himself. If Vulgrim’s word was to be trusted, then the answer was yes. Would he have had reason to lie? Perhaps, perhaps not. The only way Ganondorf would ever know for sure was to go there and look for himself. Something he would have to plan for in the future.

And now he had concluded the rest of his business for the day, so it was time for a long awaited rest. He retired to his room a bit early that night, a room he discovered he would be sharing with Therion. Well, so long as the thief kept his nimble fingers to himself, then the Warlord would have no qualms with sharing a room. For the time being, Ganondorf was alone. Therion had not yet concluded his business or perhaps was simply not tired enough to retire yet.

But this did give Ganondorf a bit of time to think over the things he’d learned. And now he had to decide whether to share any of that with the others. Honestly he had no real reason to conceal the information. But he was aware that a few of the Seekers wouldn’t agree with his plan to destroy the Flame Clocks. But did that mean they would try to stop him? For the time being, Ganondorf reached up to squeeze his linkpearl, a decision being made.

”Chief Riju?” He said, trying to get in touch with his intended recipient, ”It is Ganondorf. I’ll be returning home to Gerudo Town for a few days starting tomorrow. So I’ll be able to help you with your bandit horde problem in earnest. I’ve also learned how we might be able to destroy the Flame Clock, and… I believe I may have learned where my mothers are. If we can return them home, they’ll be of great use to us.”


The next morning, the King of Evil emerged from his hellpod after it successfully dropped from The Avenger. When he did, he found himself near the familiar oasis situated a distance away from the familiar walls of Gerudo Town. He wasted no time in beginning the walk across the dune to the front gates of his ancestral home.
In World of Light → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


The Keyblade’s Chosen


Word Count: 986
Level 9 Roxas: 9/90
Exp Gained: +2
NEW EXP Balance--- 11/90

The Avenger




“To tell you the truth, I’m not even really sure what happened.” Sora admitted to Roxas. The two were sitting in the room that was to be shared by Roxas and Pit, with the latter still out and about which left the two Keybearers on their own. Of course, nearby, Scamp was curled up and taking an evening nap. And then there was Shocker, who was just aimlessly floating around and looking at things with curiosity. Maybe he was thinking about possessing an object? Hard to say, but the Rotom was not the main focus here.

Instead, the main focus was Roxas effectively grilling Sora about what had happened to him. The last time anyone had seen Sora was when he literally vanished into thin air in front of everyone while they were all celebrating their victory at the Keyblade Graveyard. Sora’s closest friends had been frantically looking for him ever since. Riku was getting help from Leon’s group to investigate data left behind by the Organization, while Kairi had been working with Ansem and Ienzo to search her own dreams and memories for clues. Even Aqua and her two friends from the Land of Departure had volunteered to venture back into the Realm of Darkness to help with the search.

“The Xehanort from the past had been warning me about paying the price for overdoing it with the Power of Waking. So at that point I just sort of accepted that that was what he meant.” Sora explained, not sounding sure of what he was saying. “And the next thing I remember, I’m here in this world instead.”

”That part was Galeem’s doing.” Roxas said. ”It’s a pretty similar story for me. One day I’m in Twilight Town with Axel, Xion, Hayner and the others. And then suddenly I feel like I’m waking up for the first time in a Twilight Town that I barely recognized, and the others are nowhere to be found.”

“Wait, they’re gone?” Sora suddenly asked, “All of them?”

”All of them.”

“So you went looking for ‘em…” Sora said, able to surmise the rest of the story on his own, “...and that’s how you found the Seekers and eventually, me! Right?”

”More like they found me.” Roxas admitted. ”But you’re spot on, otherwise.”

“What made you so quick to join them?” Sora asked. “I always figured you were a lot more cautious than me.”

”Mostly because they mentioned I dressed like the Organization.” Roxas said. ”So I knew I had to stick with this group and investigate them for myself.”

“Ah, that makes sense.” Sora said, nodding his head. And then the implications finally sunk in after a short delay. “Wait, what? The Organization? Here?”

”You mean you hadn’t heard?”

“Sorry. We’ve been kind of… out of reach for a while. So I guess I sort of missed that news.”

”Well, it gets even worse than that.” said Roxas before he finally dropped the real bombshell. ”Xehanort’s behind them.”

“No way!” Sora said, now suddenly starting to actually be serious for a change. “After all the trouble we went through to beat him for good? But why?”

”What do you mean, ‘Why’?” Roxas questioned. ”It’s Xehanort, remember? Obviously he wants to take another crack at his Kingdom Hearts plan.”

“It’s just that, it seemed like he was actually done for good when I beat him.” Sora said. “Don’t you remember? Eraqus was the one who finally convinced him to stand down and give up. So why would he be going right back to his old ways?”

”Does that really matter?” asked Roxas, being surprisingly cold about this. ”I doubt Xehanort ever actually regretted anything he did. I’ll bet the only thing he was ever actually sorry for was that he lost.” Clearly Roxas wasn’t nearly as willing to forgive people as Sora was.

“I mean, maybe you’re right.” Sora admitted. “But what if there’s more to this than just that?”

”Either way, we can’t just sit back and not do something about it.” Roxas asserted. And with this, Sora could definitely agree. ”By the way, Sora. Do you know anyone called the Master of Masters?”

“Master of… Masters?” Sora asked with a scrunched up facial expression, “Nope. Never heard of them. Why? Who is that?”

”I don’t know yet, I’ve never met him myself.” said Roxas, ”But the Seekers told me about him. They said he’s a Keyblade Master who wears a black coat like the Organization does, and apparently he knows a lot about this world and other things because of something called the ‘Gazing Eye’. I was hoping that was something you might have heard about before.”

“First I’m hearing any of this.” Sora replied apologetically. Then he got an idea and checked through the journal entries in his gummiphone in case there was something in there about this Master of Masters guy, “Nope, sorry. Not even my gummiphone has anything on that guy.”



”It was worth a try.” Roxas reassured him, ”We’ll just have to meet this guy and ask him ourselves, right?”

“Sure.” Sora agreed, “And look for any of our other friends that came to this world, too!”

”Yeah, them too.” Roxas agreed. For the first time since he joined up with the Seekers, Roxas was finally not alone. Not that he had ever actually been alone, but he had been feeling pretty down about not seeing anyone else from his own world, so now he was obviously feeling a lot better about all this. And the fact that he found Sora, of all people! Riku and Kairi would flip when they heard. ”Thanks, Sora.” Roxas finally said. ”I was right back then, you know? You really do make a pretty good Other.”

“You make a pretty good Nobody, yourself.” Sora replied. “Wouldn’t trade you for anything.”
In World of Light → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Geralt & Roxas - Markarth

Word count: 1,427 words

Rapport: 3



Stepping out of the Hellpod with a muffled groan, Geralt looked up at the stone city before him. He’d landed a short ways outside the walls of Markarth, trying not to draw too much attention to himself given that two Consuls had fought here not too long ago. And he wasn’t alone. Having bumped into him on the Avenger, Roxas asked if he could tag along. He hadn’t had much chance to really search for any of his own missing friends, and thought he could at least look and see if any of them might have been in Markarth by chance. If the Hellpod was discovered later, that might put the people of Markarth on the chopping block.

But the citizens of Markarth were already there, and they had people to rescue. Gathering as many fulton packs as they could strap to their back, they trudged to the outer gates of the city. Both Seekers were quickly welcomed inside, and set out to the first tavern they saw, looking around for any sign of one of the survivors of Alcamoth. A bright green hat stood out among the patrons, and Geralt nodded, approaching the man. “Luigi.”

The overall-adorned man jumped a little in surprise, then turned around with relief and unmasked joy on his face, the Witcher’s voice unmistakable, even if his visage had changed. “Geralt! It’s-a terrible! Alcamoth…it’s…it’s…it’s-a gone!” Luigi was trembling as he reported the news, but Geralt simply nodded, letting out a small, sad smile.

As for Roxas, he didn’t speak up just yet. Instead he scanned the room, hoping beyond hope to spot a familiar face. But he didn’t see anyone.

“We know. But I’m back, and I brought a lot of friends. But we don’t have a lot of time, we need to leave, and we need everybody. Yen, you, anybody else that survived the Consuls’ attack. You’re the first one I found here. And I need your help to get everybody in one spot and to put these on,” He said as he handed Luigi a Fulton package. “I can explain more when we’re all together, but those will bring you to our ship. Technology I don’t understand. But more importantly…where’s Yen staying?”

Luigi took in all the information with rapt attention, nodding repeatedly to show he was taking it all in. He looked a little surprised at Geralt’s final - or was it his first? - request. But still he nodded his head, beckoning Geralt to follow. “She’s been-a staying with most of-a the others. We rented out-a big house and are a-paying for it by doing jobs around town, a-helping with m-monsters and other hero work!” He puffed up a little by the end of his explanation, before sighing. “I just wish Mario and the others were still here…”

Geralt noddied, giving Luigi a pat on the shoulder. “I know, Luigi. We’re all doing our best to honor them and everybody else we’ve lost. Vandham, Dante, and some others also survived and found us with our new allies. I know they’ll be glad to see you all.” Luigi nodded in response, spirits somewhat bolstered by knowing that others had survived the attack beyond those he had come here with.

With all that said, the trio traveled to a somewhat large home built into the mountainside. It was sparsely decorated outside, but that didn’t mean much when they entered and found quite a bit of space. “Everybody! The Seekers are a-back! Geralt says-a they have a ship for us!” Luigi called out to cheers. Wario let out a boisterous laugh, while Dedede gave a thumbs up and Max Howard raised a fist in triumph. “We don’t-a have much time, though, he says. They’re a-leaving soon.”

Geralt nodded in confirmation. “Our new allies have a powerful airship that they call the Avenger. Capable of hiding itself from plain sight. But the Consuls are after them, so they have to move often. I need your help getting the survivors from Alcamoth together so that we can all leave at once.”

”How many of you are there?” Roxas asked, finally speaking up. So far he only counted three other than Luigi. He just hoped he and Geralt had brought enough fultons with them.

“There are a-twelve of us in total.” Luigi dutifully reported.

”So that means there’s eight others we need to find. Any idea where they are right now?”

“Sora and Ashley were a-helping at the blacksmith’s shop. Olimar was in the fields with his pikmin a-harvesting crops. Yennefer and V are working in the hall with the Jarl, helping him as temporary advisors. Euden and Mym went out to hunt some monsters a few hours ago, so they’re either a-coming back soon, or stopping at the Jarl’s hall to report that they’re-a finished before coming back! Oh, and our new friend Y’shtola’s at the library!” Luigi rattled off each survivor’s location like he could see them himself, nodding. “At least, that’s-a what I think they were doing?” He added nervously.

“Come on, Luigi, have some faith in yourself!” Maximilian Howard laughed, slapping the nervous deuteragonist on the back. “That’s about the gist of it, so let’s all get going and get the others. I’m sure your Yen will be happy to see you, Geralt!” The captain teased, laughing happily before heading for a bag of belongings. “Grab your things, folks. It’s time to get going!”

”I’ll…” Roxas said with some hesitation in his voice. ”I’ll go hit up the blacksmith! And see if those three you mentioned are there!” he suddenly blurted out and took off running before anyone could even stop him. There’s no way, right? No way that could be him! Here, of all places? The Nobody’s mind was racing. He’d been hoping to find some of the friends he knew, but this particular friend was the last one he ever expected to find.



He actually didn’t even know where the blacksmith was. Roxas had to hurriedly ask for directions in the middle of his frantic sprint through Markarth. But he learned it was in a lower section of the city, right next to a place called Cidhna Mine - and that was an easy enough landmark to spot. When he finally did see the blacksmith in question, Roxas scanned it intently. And there, using fire spells to keep the forge fire good and hot, was Sora. It really was him! Roxas had so many things he wanted to ask his other half, but that needed to wait. There was something more urgent to do right now.



”Sora!” Roxas called out as he jogged forward. The keyblade wielder in question stopped what he was doing and looked in Roxas’ direction with surprise. He’d recognized the voice but had a look of confusion on his face when he actually saw Roxas, due to how different the latter looked because of his spirits.

And then he lit up with recognition. “Roxas!” Sora suddenly shouted and practically tackled his Nobody to ground in glee. “What are YOU doing here?”

”What am I doing here?” Roxas said with a cheerful laugh, ”What about you? You up and disappeared on us after we got out of the Keyblade Graveyard. Is this where you’ve been?”

“That, well, uh…” Sora stammered as the two boys laughed together.

”We have to talk later, Sora.” Roxas said, trying to get serious again - albeit that was hard to do around Sora and his infectious laugh. ”Luigi said there were some others with you here in the blacksmith. I need you to get them for me. Geralt and I came to get everyone out of here.”

“Really? We’re leaving?” asked Sora.

”Yep. And we gotta make it fast, before any Consuls come back around.”

“Got it.” Sora said, not needing any other explanations.



After a frantic period of running around and gathering the other survivors of the attack on Alcamoth (and a new friend gained along the way), the group gathered with everything they could carry outside the city.

“Alright, everyone. You’ll use these harnesses to bring yourselves up to board the Avenger. It should be hovering above us still, invisible. We’ll be brought in and we can all have a party or a reunion in there, but for now we have to move.” Geralt, by way of demonstration, put the harness on and pulled the ripcord, activating the Fulton. “This is the hard part.” He sighed, before a massive burst of g-forces knocked him unconscious and brought him up into the sky. And then Roxas followed suit, followed by everyone else after that.
In World of Light → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Phone Quest

Featuring Roxas, Bowser Junior, and Rika
Word Count:4145 (+5) (+5 rapport for Jr and Roxas)


After the meeting broke off, and people started slitting off, Jr was one of the first and most urgent to bail on the situation. He slipped out of his seat, hauled Dazzle over the shoulder (the one Mimi wasn’t occupying) from where the sea lion pokemon had been sitting in his lap, and then set off on his quest to get his new phone, Peeka floating along above him, and Rika casually keeping stride with his much shorter legs. Knowing exactly where the Koopa Prince was heading, Roxas hurried out of the crowded Common Room after him so he could lead him to where he was going.

Their destination? The workplace of the ship's very own resident pokemon professor; Professor Koa!

It was more or less a straight shot to where the Professor’s lab was located. They just needed to exit the Common Room into the nearby lift that they would then take all the way down to the second most bottom level, and viola, they were there! ”Professor?” Roxas called once he and Jr had entered the research lab. This elicited a casually dressed man to pop up from the pile of research material he was studying. Koa was not at all dressed like one would expect a scientist to dress. He had a typical lab coat, but that was worn over a black tank top and blue shorts, plus sandals on the man’s feet. Without that lab coat he’d be dressed like someone vacationing on a tropical island somewhere.

“Ah, Alola, Roxas!” Professor Koa responded with a warm smile. He got up to greet the newly minted Pokemon Trainer but was quick to notice the friend accompanying him. And more specifically, the Pokemon he was essentially carrying. “Another Trainer? Wonderful, Alola to you too, young Trainer. My name is Koa, I head the research department here on the Avenger, but I also study Pokemon for a living.” He said, already even leaning in to look more closely at the Brionne and Mimikyu Jr was carrying. But appeared to pay special attention to the Ghost Pokemon floating just above him.

”Hey there, you the guy with the phones?” jr asked ever so bluntly, before after half a beat adding ”Oh, yeah, and I’m Bowser Junior” and then pointing to each of his mon and introducing them as ”Peeka, Mimi, and Dazzle-” before adding regarding the last ”-who is going to go on the floor now because I am gonna have to rethink carrying you about” and then depositing the ghost tailed sea lion on the ground.

He dusted his hands off and then half turned to gesture back back at the ship girl who’d posted herself by the door to introduce her as well, saying ”and this is my sister Rika”

The ship girl who’s eyes had been roaming around the room flicked back to them with a ”mmm?” before she proved that she had been paying attention when she said ”Alo..la? To you too” to the professor, trying out a mimicry of his greeting for herself.

“Phones…?” Asked the Professor with a confused look on his face.

”He wants to ask you for a Rotom Phone.” Roxas clarified.

“Ah, that.” Professor Koa said and then smiled warmly. “Since we hardly get any Pokemon Trainers aboard the Avenger, I wasn’t exactly keeping a stockpile of them.” He explained, his tone apologetic as he rubbed his hand against the back of his neck.

”Awww what, come oooon urrrgh” Jr whined in frustration, before huffing that it was ”just my luck”

“But don’t lose hope, just yet.” the Professor quickly said and then added, “We’ve got the means to produce more thanks to Dr. Yu.”

”Dr. Yu?”

“She’s a technical engineer.” Koa explained. “All she needs to do is reverse-engineer an existing Rotom Phone and she’ll be able to figure out how to make more.” he said but had to also add, “There’s just one small detail we need to worry about. You see, the Rotom Phones get their name because they are phones that are possessed by the Ghost Pokemon known as Rotom. Dr. Yu can make the phone, but it’ll need a Rotom to possess it in order for it to become a full Rotom Phone.

”It's possessed by a ghost?”jr echoled, before going all starry eyed as he said ”Oh wow that’s amazing!” before pausing, sighing, and predicting ”but let me guess, you don’t have any of those either”

“Now now, simmer down.” Professor Koa requested. “I did have a couple of Rotoms in my lab to help with my research so we can use one of them. The trouble is, they can be very tricky and just love to bounce around between appliances and other electronic devices. But as long as you have a way to sniff them out, you should be able to round them up simply enough.”

”Hmmmmm” jr intoned tapping a foot in a thoughtful pose, before snapping his fingers and saying ”what better ways to catch a ghost than with another ghost!”

”Mimi! Peeka! Go find them for me!” he commanded, prompting both to tilt their heads at him as if to ask ‘ok but how?’

”Uh, um, I dunno? Use your like, ghost senses to detect them or something?” he tried, resulting in Peeka head tilting so far she ended up upside down.

Roxas instead consulted his Pokedex. ”Says here that Rotom is a Ghost type AND an Electric type. So maybe instead of a Ghost we need…” Roxas glanced down at Scamp, who by now had plopped down for a sit to be more comfortable. ”How about it, Scamp? Think you can help us track them down?” he asked, which prompted a ‘bow-wark’ from the Yamper.

“Won’t know until you try.” Professor Koa said encouragingly. “Try letting him get a whiff of your Rotom Phone, Roxas, maybe he can get the scent of Rotom from the one possessing your phone?”

”Well, Scamp?” Roxas asked, trying to hold the phone close to the Pokemon’s nose. ”You smell anything?” Scamp sniffed the phone several times, and for a moment it didn’t look like he was going to get anything from it. But then suddenly he hopped up with an excited ‘bow-wark’ and bolted off somewhere. ”Looks like he's onto something!” Roxas said as he hurried after his partner Pokemon.

”Alright! Let’s go!” Jr called out to his mons, rushing out the door. Then rushing back in to grab Dazzle only for Rika to helpfully pick up the beached mon up in one massive mechanical hand.

”Thanks sis!” he told her, the pair trading thumbs up before racing out the room after the Nobody and his Yamper, and Peeka who was casually drifting along behind the leading pair

And so the great Rotom Chase began. Scamp bounded his way around the ship until he eventually led the boys and Rika to the upper levels where all the different living quarters were. And that meant there were lots of different rooms with varying electrical appliances or devices for a Rotom to be hiding in. Roxas didn’t really like the idea of snooping around in other people’s rooms, but what else could he and Jr do if one of the Rotom just happened to be hiding in one of them? Luckily for them, the Rotom that Yamper was leading them toward was not in one of the private rooms.

Instead it happened to be possessing one of the washing machines found in the laundry room. And when Scamp barked at the machine, the Pokemon in question popped right out of it. But because it had been possessing a washing machine, the Rotom in question had taken on the form of Wash Rotom - giving it a shape that resembled a washing machine in addition to making it an Electric/Water type. But this wasn’t the only one. Another Rotom also popped out, this time from a nearby electric fan - giving it the fan-shaped Fan Rotom form as well as making it an Electric/Flying type.

Rika, seeing threats , promptly held her free hand out and summoned her spear into it, only for Jr to race up and after her with a ”Wait wait wait!” before declaring it was ”Pokemon battle time” rather than regular ruble time. He then thrust a finger forwards and commanded ”Go, Peeka” prompting his Flutter Mane to float down from above and in-between the children and the pokemon to square off against the haunted appliances.

”You too, Scamp! Let’s take ‘em on!” Roxas joined in, with Scamp hopping into a position with a bow wark, trying to sound fierce but not really succeeding given how inherently cute and adorable an electric puppy dog generally is. But regardless, he was ready for battle too. Now, if Roxas were a more experienced trainer, he would have known that both of these Rotoms lacked their usual Ghost typing due to the forms they were currently in. But Roxas was not a very experienced trainer yet, and so he still assumed they were Ghost types and gave his command accordingly. ”Scamp, use Bite on the fan-shaped one!” The Yamper barked in confirmation and lunged for the attack. But the attack didn’t look like it was as effective as Roxas was expecting.

”Blast the washing-machine-one with, uh, whatever you got from the tentacle eyeball thing Peeka!” Jr called out, prompting the mon to look confused for a moment, then to focus and then finally to recoil back as a pair of dark purple orbs were fired from its necklace eye.

The pair of shots slammed into the machine mimicking mon, and then split, each orb blasting off at a right angle in either direction, one narrowly missing the fan Rotom before both slammed into and scorched the walls of the room

”Oops”

Meanwhile, the Fan Rotom fired back with an Air Slash aimed directly at Scamp. The move connected, but luckily Scamp’s electric typing allowed it to resist the damage and shrug it off for the most part. But that didn’t compare to what the Wash Rotom did. It seemed to charge up or inhale a moment before spewing out a torrent of water aiming to blast Peeka with a powerful Hydro Pump.

The mon got out a “flu-” before the torrent of high pressure water washed the floating mon away, sending her blasting out into the corridor and into a wall. Fortunately as a ghost she went through said wall. Unfortunately as a ghost she ended up outside the ship and only narrowly managed to swoop back onboard. Either way she was out of the fight.

”uhhhhh” Jr entoned as he just stared back at where his mon had gone before snapping back into the fight ”ok but, right the washing machine’s water, duh, obviously”

He knew how to deal with that, calling out ”Go! Mimi! Give it an electro ball!” and prompting the mimikyu to leap from his shoulder while she charged up a ball of electricity in one claw, which she then hurled towards the wash-rom upon landing.

Roxas had a similar thought about the Fan Rotom. It using Air Slash must have meant it was a flying type. ”Go Scamp, use Spark!” The Yamper barked and bounded and rammed into the Fan Rotom while charged up with electricity. It may not have been super effective, but it seemed to be hitting harder than Bite did. And meanwhile, Jr had similar luck with the Wash Rotom. Electro Ball wasn’t super effective, but it appeared to do decent damage. And it also didn’t cause any structural damage, either.

”Yeesh, what type even are these guys?” Jr asked, to which Rika, currently leaning against a wall at the back of the room with her spear in one hand and Dazzle still in the other, replied by asking ”maybe the phone will tell you?”

”Uh,” Roxas fumbled with his Rotom Phone to find the results. ”The washing machine one is Electric/Water, and… the Fan one is Electric/Flying.” He said but then added. ”We’ll just have power through this, Scamp. Use Spark again!” Yamper lunged to the side to dodge an incoming Air Slash before he charged forward with another electrified Spark attack. It was about as effective as before. Clearly this wasn’t going to be a battle of type advantages, but instead revolve around who could outlast the other.

”Mimi use- ah! look out!” Jr called as the wash started spinning up its spin cycle. A moment later the hatch popped open, and another hydropump came blasting out. Forewarned by her trainer however, Mimi leaped out of the way and into one of the washing machines, using it as cover, getting only shaken up as the machine was hammered by the flow rather than also being blasted away.

”You good?” “mi!” ”OK! Now copy cat that move and blast the fan!” jr commanded after verifying that his mon was good. There was a brief pause as Mimi imitated the move, and then a moment later she and the regular washing machine she was in did their best impression of wash rotom by blasting out of it with a hydropump of their own, this one aimed squarely at the fan rotom. The attack landed, dealing a strong bit of damage though obviously not as strong as the Wash Rotom’s attack due to Mimi not being a Water type.

Roxas decided this was a good chance to pile on some extra damage to the Fan Rotom, ”Hit it with another Spark, Scamp!” He called out, prompting the Yamper to ram into the soaked ‘mon while electrified, boosting the amount of damage the attack dealt. The Rotom in question was practically overwhelmed having two attacks come at it so rapidly. After the Spark did its trick, Roxas grabbed an empty Poke Ball from his bag’s ball pocket and threw it at the weakened ghost Pokemon. The ball hit and opened up to pull the Fan Rotom inside and then began to wiggle. Once. Twice. Click.

”Gotcha!” Roxas cheered. ”One more to go!” Now it was two against one. As powerful as those hydro pumps were, the Wash Rotom would be running out of PP for them pretty soon, especially if it had to start firing them off at two separate opponents.

”Alright!” Jr cheered before pivoting around to face the wash rotom ”Now let’s fish this, because I’ve got something I’ve wanted to try!”

With that he held his paintbrush staff forwards, hand shaking as he built up mana in it, saying ”Mimi, take this power and-” before thrusting th staff up into the air, sending a burst of magic arching up through the air and down into his pokemon who’d hopped out of the washing machine ”show me what you can do with it!”

As the power suffused the little mon her eyes flashed like stars before her true form lunged for the wash rotom, tendrils wrapping it up and dragging it under the disguise that expanded to fit the washing machine. Once it was trapped in there, the specter within with delivered at dustcloud punchup before spitting out again, barely clinging to consciousness.

A perfect state for it to be bonked on the head by a pokeball and also captured by the prince.

The whole ordeal was a mix of horrifying and cutely silly, a vibe not helped by Roxas’ rotom phone helpful informing them that the Z-move that had just been used was called “let’s snuggle forever”

”What’s a ‘Z-move’?” Roxas wondered aloud to himself. Probably something to look up later. For now, they had to get back to the lab.

When they returned, they found the professor was no longer alone. With him, bent over a workbench, was a creature that would have looked mostly like an aline known as a sectoid had they not been covered head to toe in garments. Quite literally, as between surgical gloves, thick boots, a lab coat, a colorful patterned hooded shawl over neck and head, face mask across their mouth and welding goggles over their eyes, not an inch of skin was exposed to the open air.

Sparks flashed in the eyes of the figures goggles as she worked on soldered way on an open back of a phone, before she handed the tool she was using off to a lab coat and goggle wearing Audino that was acting as an assistant, and was handed the back of the phone case in turn.

They glanced up from their work, and then, in a voice that raspy yet still distinctly feminine, said “ahhhh, excellent timing, I feel you return in triumph” which was an odd turn of phrase, before introducing herself as “I am Dr Yu, the ships technological and biological researcher, and up until recently, also the person running the proving grounds. The latter is a roll I was quite happy to hand off to that lovely Tora fellow so that I can focus on studying all the technologies that have been poured into this great melting pot of the world I was created in”

“Still, as he is not yet set up, and this ‘procedure’ is quite the novel one, I am still the one handling the creation of the professor’s rotom phones” as she set down the phone into a stand and plugged it in to a cable that lead to a mish mash of circuit board and occult rituals circles that looked to be the perfect size to sit a pokeball in the middle. She tinkered with the set up a little while the Audino ran a long charging cable from it to the massive reactor powering the ship that for some reason was in the same room as the laboratory.

“If you would place it here, I can begin in just a few moments” she requested, tapping on the workbench counter rather than offering a palm to receive it from hand to hand, prompting Jr to toddle on over to do just that. When placed, the Rotom inside sensed the new device it could enter and traveled to it along the charging cable that was plugged into the phone. Then after a brief flash, the previously ordinary looking phone had transformed a bit. It gained what looked like a red outer casing with little swirly-shaped tails on each vertical end, plus a pair of googly Rotom eyes appeared on the back of said phone case.

“And there you have it.” Professor Koa announced, “Your very own newly minted Rotom Phone!” he said with a ‘ta-da!’ style gesture. “It can make calls, send messages, take pictures, and of course access the Pokedex App to help you identify Pokemon you encounter and provide you useful observations about their moves and abilities. And if red’s not your color, I’ve got a few different style cases you can choose from to switch it to if you want.”

”You do? Cool let me see” the prince replied, hurrying over to take a look, before turning and calling back ”and thanks doc!”

”Oh, we caught the other Rotom too, Professor.” said Roxas while Jr was choosing his phone case. He held its Poke Ball out for the Professor to take, but instead Koa just held up and hand and shook his head.

“Why don’t you go ahead and keep it with you for a while?” He suggested. “These Rotoms were probably running around because they were getting bored being cooped up in the lab all the time. So I’m sure it’ll do them both good to be able to get out and see the world some more.”

”Really?”

“I’m sure. Besides, Pokemon only allow themselves to be caught when they meet a trainer they feel they can trust. So obviously this little guy found something to like about you.”



”Oh, right. That was kinda my last ball so can I have it-” Jr said in the background, before going ”oh” at the totaled ball.

Before he could even turn to ask, Dr Yu informed him that “I reverse engineered the technology quite some time ago, so workshop already has the schematics to produce more if you can get them the materials they need” heading off any requests to get her to make replacements, before saying that “but if you have anything new and novel for me to take a look at I’d be delighted to learn how it ticks”

”Not unless there’s something you can do with my mask or my gauntlets?” Roxas asked, holding up his hands to show the modules in his gauntlets that produced the RockGun and StepSword respectively. And also retrieving the silver jackal mask out of his backpack. ”Of course, I’d prefer they not get totaled in the process. I kind of need those for my missions.”

“Not to worry, I am very meticulous when it comes to making sure I can put back together what I take apart in-order to research it” the doctor replied.

”I think I’ll have to do that some other time. I’ve got other preparations I need to get to for now.”

”We’ve got a ton of stuff you could look at, so we’ll stick around, right sis?” Jr said, getting a thumbs up of agreement from Rika

With that decision made, it looked like they’d be going their separate ways. But before Roxas left the lab, Professor Koa offered them one more bit of advice. “By the way you two, my own number is already registered on your phones in case you need to call me for advice or to rate your Pokedex Completion.” he said but then also added, “I suggest you register each others’ number as well, that way you can call or message each other even if you’re far apart on separate teams.”

”Good idea.” Roxas said, his own silver-cased Rotom Phone popping out of his back and floating just in front of him, as if waiting for another phone to connect to.

”Oh yeah cool we should totally do that” Jr agreed, popping out his light green one in turn which floated out to complete the connection. The two phones then automatically exchanged contact numbers on their own thanks to the Rotoms possessing them and then floated back into the possession of their respective owners.

”I guess the Rotoms are able to make the phones control their own functions, don’t they?”

“Indeed they do. Makes them very convenient and user friendly as a bonus.”

”Given that they can do that, do you think they” jr was saying, before addressing the phone itself ”or rather you, could float up and take a picture of us?” prompting it to bob up and down and then over into the air prime group photo taking distance, before bobbing back and forth in a ‘wherever you are ready’ kinda way.

Roxas struck a pose, holding up his right hand in a ‘V-for-victory’ gesture while resting his other hand on his hip, ”Cheese!” he said while grinning up at the camera. Beside him jr did a fist pump, and a moment later there was a flash as the phone took a picture of the two trainers and all of their pokemon together to commemorate their little adventure together. The phone even sent a copy of the photo over to Roxas’ phone as well.
In World of Light → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay


Word Count: 1,065
Level 3 Captain Falcon: 16/30
Exp Gained: +2
NEW EXP Balance--- 18/30

Mafia Town


As for the good Captain, he would at least try to look for some bounty hunter work. But not before he made good on his intentions to have a quick bite to eat first. He walked around a bit, both wanting to get a lay of the land and to make sure he had sufficiently separated himself from the others. Keeping a low profile meant they had to keep away from each other as much as they could, after all. Of course, doing this just exposed Falcon to even more smells of food - increasing his appetite further.

”Huh.” Cap muttered when he spotted a restaurant that didn’t quite look like a lot of the others. The best way to describe this place was as a sort of “hole in the wall” type of establishment. It had little in the way of signs that made it stick out. All it actually had was a simple, red vertical sign with some kind of foreign kanji he couldn’t read printed on it in white - presumably writing out the restaurant’s name. Other than that and a small, similar horizontal sign right above the red door leading inside, there didn’t appear to be anything else denoting the place’s existence or even attempting to advertise it. Cap wondered how much business a place like this could get with such minimalist advertising. ”Well, what the heck. Let’s give it a try.” He decided as he pushed open the door and entered.

The restaurant was equally as unassuming on the inside as it was on the outside. Pretty small, small enough that just one or two people could probably run it any given time. Based on what the menu looked like, it was easy to tell that Falcon had found himself in a Chinese Restaurant of some kind.

“Welcome!” said the woman behind the bar with a smile. “Please have a seat. What can we get for you?”

Falcon skimmed the menu, thankful that it had translations for the kanji he couldn’t read. ”How about… Kanitama? And an oolong tea?” He decided after a moment of thought. A rice omelet seemed like a good choice for a breakfast.

“That’ll be 7 pons, please.” said the server, which elicited a blank stare from Captain Falcon.

”’Pons’?” Cap asked, caught off guard by the change in currency. The only money he had on hand was zenny, which he was now learning the hard way wasn’t accepted around these parts.

“Mhm.” the server confirmed.

”Ah, uh, please forgive me.” Falcon said as he went ahead and stood up. ”I just got to town and… I had no idea you used a different currency here.” He explained, now thoroughly embarrassed for having wasted the poor girl’s time.

“Oh, that’s too bad.” the girl said. “But if it’s pons you need, you could always apply for work with Crazy Eats.”

”Crazy… Eats?”

“Mhmm. They’re a food delivery service.” she explained. “They take orders from restaurants and hand deliver them to customers all over the island, with style of course. Just talk to Charlie, he’s usually around the beach.”

Cap wasn’t sure what she meant by the last part about style. He wasn’t sure how exactly one was supposed to deliver things “with style”. And while this wasn’t exactly the bounty hunter work he had been hoping for, at least it was a start. And besides, he could always try to look for bounty hunter work a little later after he earned a few pons to start with. Everyone’s gotta start somewhere, after all.

After a bit more inquiring and looking around, the F-Zero Pilot indeed eventually found himself walking around where a beach could be found. Unfortunately he neglected to get an actual description of Charlie from the girl at the chinese restaurant. But Cap wasn’t deterred, figuring someone who delivered food for a living would almost certainly look the part - wearing some kind of uniform and piloting some kind of vehicle. So how hard could it possibly be to find this Charlie person?

And as it turned out, not that hard at all. Charlie turned out to be quite a daredevil delivery boy, with his bright green hair and the fact that he rode his bicycle like some kind of stunt rider while performing his deliveries. Suddenly it made more sense what the girl meant when she said Crazy Eats delivered with style. Once he got the chance, Falcon flagged Charlie down and the rider brought his bike to a screeching halt right in front of where the Captain stood. “Aloha, what can I do you for?” He asked, presuming Falcon to be a customer.

”I’m looking for work, and I heard you could offer that.” Cap replied.

Charlie appeared to look Falcon up and down as if sizing him up. “Well, you do have the look of a daredevil down, at least.” He finally said and then added. “Alright, I’ll give you a trial run to see what you can do.” He then proceeded to explain the rules of the delivery jobs. Falcon would have to deliver orders while also performing stunts along the way. Stunts and timely deliveries both racked up points, and more points meant bigger tips and payouts. “You’ll need a bike and a phone. If you don’t have those, I can give you a loaner for each.”

”Much obliged.” Cap said, now having changed into a yellow uniform that matched the one Charlie was currently wearing. However he did insist on keeping the helmet on, to which Charlie had no objection. Once he was situated with his loaner bike and loaner phone, Falcon took off like a rocket from its launchpad. A champion-tier racer like him just so happened to be perfectly suited for a stunt-oriented job like this. Cap had no problem impressing Charlie with his trial run, and so he was hired officially as the newest delivery person for Crazy Eats.

So Falcon had a starter job now, at least. But he would of course keep an eye out for any opportunity to do some bounty hunting as well. As good as he was at this whole delivery thing, he knew bounty hunting work was where the real money was at, provided he could actually find it.
In World of Light → 4 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
The Round Table Discussion III

Word Count: 2,105 (+3)


"Might I say something?"

Primrose pushed the mug of coffee she'd taken away from the table's edge as she reclined slightly. The discussion had gone a little all over the place again, but now that they were finished with consolidating information about the Consuls, she felt she had to say what little she knew in the wake of learning what had become of Smash City Alcamoth. Her voice was colder than it usually was, but suddenly learning that the entire place was gone (among many other pieces of new information) would do that.

"First… I've met the Master of Masters as well. He was at Alcamoth, which was where I was when I was... de-storied for the latest time," she said, her voice catching as she thought about how to phrase that. Especially in the wake of learning about the city’s fate. "The group's arrival and departure from there is where Midna and I joined in, headed for the desert. As for what I learned from the Master of Masters when I spoke with him... That ability you mentioned must be the 'Gazing Eye' he told me of. Now, I believe he knew a lot more than he let on." She glanced at the Koopas as she mentioned this.

"It was him that first told me about time being strange in this world. And how spirits are like bookmarks, how they're formed by people losing their ka... and how they can be brought back to life by regaining it." The dancer figured that factored in to everyone's lives recycling over and over again, but she wasn't sure how even after learned what she had from Asgore. A few chairs down, Therion now sat with his arms folded, chin tucked to his chest, and ears standing up alert on his head after speaking earlier. In the past he'd done his best to let a lot of this information intentionally go over his head, but he'd changed somewhat in the last few days. Knowing how important it really was he listened, absorbing the story of everything he'd missed before he joined up - and what he’d missed since.

”Gazing Eye?” asked a confused Roxas, ”I've never heard of that in mine and his world. What exactly is this ‘Gazing Eye’ thing?”

At that, Primrose shrugged one shoulder. "His curse, or so he put it. He said that it allows him to see everything that it, the Eye, will ever see, even long after he is gone. So it appears that is how he sees all of time at once, as Bowser put it. Including an ‘unchanging future’."

”Now I really want to meet this guy for myself.” Roxas replied. He’d already decided he wanted to meet this Master guy a while back, and everything he was hearing so far just solidified that even further.

”I believe I remember him mentioning ‘seeing’ all of the organization members in a ‘city without a name” Kamek noted, before suggesting that ”if we find ourselves to wherever that is, and there are only so many cities on our map, then we might be able to find both him and the leader of Organisation XIII”

Juri had been leaning against a railing, looking down upon the meeting and listening in. Similarly, so was Captain Falcon, only he was seated in a chair among the speakers themselves while taking an occasional sip of coffee. Thankfully he knew at least some of the score thanks to him having been with the Smashers since pretty much the beginning. But something about all this struck him as being weird, even compared to the wild stuff he’d already seen as a Smasher himself.

This got Roland to pipe up, the fixer having listened to everything that had been going on so far. ”He sounds like someone who needs a lesson from that old hag. Sure the cycle repeats, over and over, a wheel that crushes everyone who tries to stand in front of it, but even in my world, we broke that cycle, twice. Well, I helped break it once… but I will say it wasn’t an easy thing.” Roland said, his hand trembling a little at being reminded of the intense emotions of that moment.

”But for the first time the cycle broke, if you want more details, you’d have to ask Binah… assuming she doesn’t just give you the run around like she always does. I don’t want to mention what it took for me to get a single straight answer from her…” Roland said, shaking his head. He then clarified a bit, saying. ”I don’t know the details, but apparently it took either thousands, or a million years of endless human suffering in an endless time loop to break the cycle. Angela would know more as well, but I doubt she’ll want to talk about it.”

"Real encouraging," Therion sighed.

Sandalphon’s eyes lay on Roland as she consulted her mental database. “While little of that may be relevant, I know of someone named Binah. A member of Shinra’s board, the director of his Time and Space division, and even more elusive than the likes of Hojo.”

”I’m not surprised. I used to work with her for months and I know very little. All I can tell you is she used to be an Arbiter in my world, a human superweapon created by the Head, my world’s ruling body, using their best technology and every singularity they could fit into them. But beyond telling you what she is, I only know she likes to watch and drink tea. She also seems to love to play the villain and managed to defeat the strongest fixer in the City, Beyond that...”

Primrose spoke again, cutting in before anyone else could respond to that. "Second… There were many other people at Alcamoth as we all know, but there was also a machine that housed information on all of them and then some. Is it... could something like that be recovered?"

If Smash City Alcamoth was truly destroyed then she wanted to know who had survived and who hadn't, even if they’d eventually come back to life. Rather than further derail the meeting though, she inquired about the device that had seemed like magic to her. Surely that information would be helpful going forward, on top of letting them know who among their Alcamoth allies still lived.

”So we could try to find the other survivors, and…well, figure out who not to look for? As morbid as that is…” Zenkichi asked, trying to figure out where she was going with that. It wasn’t a bad idea, he thought. It could be their next move, in fact.

”Well, if the mission is to stop this ‘land of adventure’ from resetting, I suppose we’ve got something to do then.” Roland said, making it clear and concise. Although he had to ask ”Although, how would we go about doing that? Although it could just be an extraction mission.”

”Well, before that, I believe we need to talk about what came after returning to Alcamoth. The whole desert and sea area cleared, followed by the underground and ‘Midgar’. I can only speak of the desert and the underground.” Sectonia said, she then, having the floor, explained the desert.

”Ugh, the deep ocean. Don’t remind me of the Maw. I’m still scared of the dark because of that horrid place.” Blazermate said, the robot shivering a bit. ”Geralt has that guardian. It was like some… weird lanky fleshy pale demon thing that came from the moon.”

“The Orphan of Kos.” Geralt simply added, frowning. “And before anybody who was there asks, yes, I chose to stay fused with it. Though, as I’m sure some can attest, it has not been without its consequences. Namely, an all-consuming rage that I had to use even more Spirits to try to get a hold of.”

The memory prompted an involuntary shudder from Nadia, though she put on a grin. “An Organization member sort of helped us out in the seaside. Some grim, sophisticated type. She sure liked talking in riddles, but she lent a hand on that nightmare island. ‘Isle’ not forget that place any time soon...”

Goldlewis scratched his head, dredging up some memories of his own. “Right, and that girl we met in Al Mamoon. Said her name was Ram.”

“Ram-Ram help fight off sky snakes when we flew up Big mountain, meh!” Tora pointed out. As dire as the trudging climb through the blizzard had been, he'd never forget the feeling of flying that followed it.

“There was also Gneidxick, who trapped us in some gauntlet of combat until another member of the Organization appeared and demanded he stop. Then, they just…left through a portal of darkness.” Geralt added, sighing. “That one still confuses me. Though the portal he created served as an easy way to get from Lumbridge to the Seaside. Imagine it’s gone, now.”

”One of the organization members named Shmuetax did help us defeat the guardian of the underground as well. Although much like the consuls they didn’t explain why. I do wonder if they are warring factions, with the organization being much better about getting us on their side than the consuls…” Sectonia said, mentioning their help in the Under.

“And then Xatow in Midgar, the Organization member who tipped us off several times,” Sandalphon added. “While they've been helpful, the intelligence shared by Roxas about the original Organization indicates that we must be wary of their ultimate motives. They most likely intend to use us to help them obtain Kingdom Hearts, a power source said to be capable of remaking reality.” She peered at Roxas. “If I recall correctly.” This got a nod of confirmation from Roxas.

”I wonder if it can even do that. Certainly if there are tons of worlds out there, other worlds have such an item and yet nothing has come of it. Really the only question is if these organization people are part of the ‘cycles’ of this world or if they are outside of them like the Consuls.” Roland said.

”It can.” Roxas said, unflinching. ”And even if it couldn’t, that doesn’t change the fact that Organization XIII still believes that it can. Especially considering their leader.” He said and then added, ”Speaking of which, I was able to confirm who the leader of this world’s Organization XIII is, right from the mouth of Xatow herself. He’s a man named Xehanort. Long story short, he tried to use Kingdom Hearts to remake the world where we came from, so if he’s the one giving the Organization their orders, then I’d bet my Keyblades that Kingdom Hearts is his goal again. Even if you’re right and Kingdom Hearts can’t actually remake the world, I have no doubt that Xehanort still believes that it can.”

”Sectonia’s Chaos Heart is also one such item, it was once used in an attempt to destroy and remake several realities, but I have to assume that Galeem put in safeguards against such things?” Kamek noted, frankly rather glad to no-longer had to hold onto that information ”It would be rather foolish of it to leave that power laying around for so long otherwise”

Well, that explains why Kamek seemed to be uneasy around Sectonia at times. She’d have to figure out her feelings towards the situation later, although all things being said, she did never ask. ”That explains its extreme dark power. I’m still gathering power, so perhaps that will come in time.” Granted, her desire was to rule, not to destroy, so that could be a limiting factor on this power instead of Galeem perhaps.

As for Roland’s other inquiry, Primrose answered. "From what the Organization girl in the Under told us, they aren't part of the same loop. Freed by someone or something, she implied that this 'Organization' has been at it for a while. Much longer than we have."

”Do they have their own secret of immortality?” Ganondorf inquired. ”The Consuls have only lived for as long as they have because of their Flame Clocks. Does this “Organization XIII” have an equivalent of their own?”

Goldlewis shook his head, a look of consternation on his face. “Compared to Moebius, we know even less about the doggone Organization. They’re a total wild card. The devil we don’t know, as they say.”

”Speak for yourself.” Roxas muttered under his breath. He knew all he needed to know about the Organization. And even if some people here weren’t inclined to treat them as hostile, well… he would, no matter what.
In World of Light → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay

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Word Count: 1,297
Level 7 Captain Falcon: 0/30
Level 6 Ganondorf: 44/60
Exp Gained: +3
NEW EXP Balance--- 3/30 | 47/60

The Avenger - Before the Meeting


With all the spirit business done and concluded, Captain Falcon could focus on settling in. Or he would have, if it hadn’t been for the fact that everyone was going to figure out who they wanted to bunk with. That meant Cap would have to figure out who his roommate would be before he could actually get settled in and get that shave he wanted. Oh well, he’d have to cross that bridge a bit later, he supposed. At least for the time being he could do the other thing that he wanted to do and that was get a feel for the abilities that the spirits were giving him.

Finding the training center wasn’t that hard. There were enough signs to follow that prevented even a newcomer like him from getting lost. Although he did get momentarily side-tracked when he passed by the Stolen Moments Bar. After all the athletic games he had just been playing in Carnival Town, Falcon realized he was feeling a bit parched and could use a quick drink. So that’s what he did. Nothing alcoholic of course. Cap was never overly fond of that stuff and the rare occasions that he did drink did not include when he was about to train or attend any serious business like the upcoming meeting. But he was able to get himself a glass of refreshing ice water to wet the whistle with nonetheless.

He thanked the bartender for the drink and continued on his way to his intended destination. It was probably a good thing he got side-tracked, because when the Captain did get to the training center he found a few others wrapping up their own practice sessions which told him that he wasn’t the only one who had this idea. And he also wasn’t the only one still in need of a turn either. Nearby the figure of Ganondorf stood with his usual looming presence. With that dragon helmet he had on in the Spirit Chamber it was tough to recognize him. But he had the helmet sitting nearby, having evidently chosen not to wear it for the time being. And so without it he was a lot more recognizable.

”Huh, I never pegged you for the patient type.” Cap said to him after approaching. If they were both going to be waiting for a turn, then some conversation to pass the time wouldn’t kill either of them. ”I figured you’d have been the first in line, even.” Cap had to admit it felt a little strange talking to Ganondorf like an old friend. Since he technically only first met him earlier that day. That strange time and memory business from Galeem really had a way of messing with one’s head when they thought about it for long enough.

”Hmph.” Was the only response Ganondorf could offer along with a brief shrug. ”You’re still in your usual good spirits, I see.” He said, looking almost relieved to be speaking normally again after that stint with the strange speech he got from one of his Spirits. ”I suppose that means your Spirits didn’t change you all that much?”

”Apart from this?” Cap asked while rubbing his itchy facial hair. ”Doesn’t seem like it, no. But I won’t know for sure ‘til I take myself for a quick test drive. That why you’re here, too?”

”More or less.”

It wasn’t too long after this that they both finally got a shot at using the facility. Ganondorf was fine with using the shooting range targets to try out his new Psycho Cut move. But Cap on the other hand was looking like he wasn’t taking to it as well. He was hoping for a full on spar, not to punch or shoot at some dummy or paper target. So after a few moments he called over to the warlord in question, ”Hey, why don’t you go a round with me? I prefer an actual person over some test dummy, don’t you?”

”It makes no difference to me.” Ganondorf replied. But he decided to throw the captain a bone and summon a squad of Moblin Spearmen. ”You can go against them if you want to fight so badly.”

Falcon did just that, though not before switching his martial arts costume. He got it for this exact sort of thing after all. As the Moblins came at him, Cap was able to use their relative weakness as Minions to get a good feel for how that Robert fellow’s techniques worked. Apparently it revolved around channeling chi through regular attacks and then unleashing that chi in the form of stronger techniques. But as Falcon took down the Moblins one by one, he still didn’t feel all that satisfied.

And evidently neither did Ganondorf. Watching the Moblins get defeated made him shake his head and once they were gone he stepped up to Falcon himself. ”Fine, have it your way, Falcon.” He took the stance of his warlock strikes rather than brandish any of his weapons, assuming Falcon preferred it this way. And he wasn’t exactly wrong, either. Ganondorf made the first move by lunging with a Warlock Punch.

But such a thing was no problem for Captain Falcon. Rather than dodge it like most people would, Cap instead met the Warlock Punch head on with his own fiery fist. ”Falcon PUNCH!” He shouted out as their fists collided. Their power was roughly equivalent to one another and so both attacks effectively canceled each other out. But on the plus side it looked pretty spectacular to anyone watching from the sidelines.

And then the sparring actually started in earnest. Falcon was obviously the faster of the two. Even though Robert’s spirit had slowed his speed somewhat, he could still run circles around the warlord if he wanted to. But by sharp contrast, attacking Ganondorf was a lot like attacking a brick wall. Unless you were going all out and really bringing your A-game, the Warlord would just shrug off most attacks sent his way. And it was against Ganondorf that Cap could really test some of Robert’s techniques. Clashing with him proved a much more effective way to charge up his Power Gauge so that he could test out of the Super Special Moves he’d inherited from the martial artist.

The first one Cap tried was to charge up a moment and then, ”Haoh Shoukou Ken!” he shouted out at the top of his lungs as he thrust his hands forward. The big fireball hurled forward at the King Of Evil, who simply put his arms up defensively to tank the attack. And given the two very much fire elemental spirits he’d recently consumed, tanking that fire blast was pretty easy enough for him to do. But then Cap revealed that to only be a first step in his attack. While Ganondorf was momentarily blinded by the smoke of the fireball, Falcon dashed forward and then proceeded to launch into a rapid ”Gen’ei Kyaku!” which barraged Ganondorf with a series of blisteringly fast kicks. Or at least, it would have, had it not been for Ganondorf’s ear suddenly starting to buzz.

”What’s up with your ear?” Cap asked after he halted his intended attack.

”The archangel, Sandalphon.” Ganondorf answered. ”It’s time for the meeting, it seems.”

That was slightly disappointing, since Cap was really only just getting warmed up. Still, this training - however brief - would just have to be enough for now. ”Guess we’re cutting this short then.” But nevertheless he changed back into his racing suit and the both of them begun to make their way to the Common Room as requested by Sandalphon.
In Amalgam - Hour of X → 5 mos ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
S P E L L B I N D E R

Interacting with:Gridlock

Things went chaotic pretty quick. Between one Titan or another launching some kind of attack, Spellbinder was having a hard time finding an opening to drop a big item onto the Herald like he was planning. All of this essentially culminated in Kid Cannonball eventually managing to knock the invader back outside where he came in from. And while Spellbinder initially thought that was finally the opening he was looking for, the voice of one of the leaders effectively told him to stand down.

Well, not in those words exactly. What Night Vision was actually asking for was for Spellbinder to find some way to keep the Tower from collapsing on itself. To which he just looked around and drew a blank in his head at first. How was he supposed to do that? Magical protection wasn’t exactly in his repertoire. Maybe Dr. Strangefate wasn’t behind him being sent here. He’d have surely told them what his magic entailed, right? But all that aside, Night Vision was asking him to do something that Spellbinder didn’t know how to do.

Come on, come on… think! Spellbinder squeezed his eyes shut and desperately tried to think of something, anything he could do to follow those orders. He had been channeling for a bit now, so that energy could be put toward something, but… what? Protect the tower with what, an extra layer of walls? Actually…

”Nekorb saw tahw, elohw ekam!” He suddenly shouted out as he took a knee and slammed his magically charged hands onto the damaged floor. His golden orange arcane energy spread across the floor around, transmuting cracked and broken tiles of floor back into their original forms. The energy even reached the walls and repaired some of their lower sections, though that reach didn’t go far enough to repair the upper sections. Spellbinder would have to channel another spell or get some kind of outside help. He couldn’t exactly keep up with undoing the structure damage on his own.

“Glad to see ya stick around, Magic Man! Let me see if I can help with some of the areas your magic isn’t reaching…” Gridlock chimed in morphing what looked like his human hand with his alien tech and connecting to what seemed like the foundations of the Tower and its operating systems.

Elsewhere in the Tower, Raven Grey was straining in her self induced telepathic coma. As if the struggle to keep her demon father at bay wasn’t enough, now another telepathic intruder made himself known. He was the leader of the Hellfire Cult, and the employer of the Herald. Sebastian Frost, aka the Blood Diamond, was now on the same astral plane as Dark Bird and her four-eyed father.

Back in the lobby, Spellbinder was already channeling energy for his next spell. But even if he could use it to repair the spots that his first spell missed, the help from Gridlock was still very much appreciated nonetheless. That at least meant they had a better shot of keeping up with repairing whatever damage was done to the tower while the other Titans were still trying to quell the threat of the Herald outside. He did start to think of one other idea, but he had to make sure it was even possible before he could implement anything.

”Night Vision said that guy’s helmet is the source of his force fields, right?” he suddenly asked of Gridlock, ”Does it repel magic too? I can maybe try to transmute it or just summon the helmet to my hands if that’s what’ll create an opening to finish him off.”
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