DaemosDown to clown.
RyuShura Member
The Muted Dream
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
Hello, there really isn't much to see here. :^D
In case you were wondering, yes, I drew my profile image. Do you like it? I think it has a depressing sort of beauty.
Disclaimer: I can sometimes be a little too honest, and my standards might be too high. People don't like that. But let it stand on record that I also view myself with the same light. I would not criticize others if I am not willing to take criticism myself. Be mature. Don't hold stupid grudges. If you've come here to scope me out, to find some shameful detail or quench some personal spite because my honesty upset you in some way, -- I'm sorry but there is nothing here for your desperate attempt at self-validation. I will settle the pettiness with an apology. Sorry. Happy?
I can't do anything more than that.
In case you were wondering, yes, I drew my profile image. Do you like it? I think it has a depressing sort of beauty.
Disclaimer: I can sometimes be a little too honest, and my standards might be too high. People don't like that. But let it stand on record that I also view myself with the same light. I would not criticize others if I am not willing to take criticism myself. Be mature. Don't hold stupid grudges. If you've come here to scope me out, to find some shameful detail or quench some personal spite because my honesty upset you in some way, -- I'm sorry but there is nothing here for your desperate attempt at self-validation. I will settle the pettiness with an apology. Sorry. Happy?
I can't do anything more than that.
Most Recent Posts
@Jerkchicken Intending to do what, exactly?
@Everyone...
Ezain looked on as his former companions made their flight towards the Eastern front, standing firm as showers of sparks and stone sprayed all around him. The stairway acted as a shield to those passing between, and so they would be safe from collateral so long as it remained. He almost seemed relieved as he felt himself stand alone, but his suddenly expression gripped tight. He felt a piece of the large shells enter his body. His whole left half was blown away now. He stood there, clearly still alive despite being past the point of death. Perhaps because of the power bestowed upon him. Upon them all. He took only one breath before glimmering, calling upon said power. The pale tendrils leaking from his broken form seeped back into him and his black tattoo, his destined stigma went bright. There was no more time for sentiments. Letting out a deep growl, the horned man charged towards the marauding soldiers in a flash of light. For a moment, he appeared like a star. A blazing trail was left behind in his wake, Ezain enduring more bullets as they tore into his glowing form into pieces. The tunnel was engulfed in a wave of brilliant essence, with him at the helm. When the two fires collided, for a moment, the temple shone without darkness. It lasted only for a moment, one that lingered at the fringes of a what can be considered a second. This light of life.
But it would not last.
As the light faded, left with only a dying flame that lingered at the entrance, all those who survived would feel a deep sting. It was a pain both fleeting and heavy. Almost as if they lost a piece of themselves that they never knew existed.
Whether you mourned the loss or not, you needed to continue on. This sacrifice cannot be wasted. While his entry came and went early on, your fated end laid elsewhere along this journey. Continuing down the Eastern way, whether in the aid of each others arms or by your strength alone, the road down was as you might've expected. The tunnel was narrow and overly lengthy, and for a long while all that guided you in the darkness was the backdrop of fading light from behind. There was time for a short exchange before you would come to meet something strange.
There was a glimmer at the very end. Was this life, of Dwyn, as one of you pointed out earlier? Though after what you heard, it might be only a remnant.
But there was no time for questions of hesitation on the matter. The temple seemed to be fully awake by now, a trashing beast that cannot be laid to rest until its invaders are caught. The faint tremors you might've felt earlier now shook with a noticeable magnitude as moans echoed from behind you. A clamor of voices and barks, and other disturbing sounds came from the central chamber, following the great explosion that occurred there. There must've been dozens, no, hundreds of beings pouring forth, their hellish pursuit shaking the very foundations of the ancient structure. And among all of this, a strange scream can be heard from deep, deep below. Was that what Nera spoke of, the thing she wished for you to lay rest? Or was it just another beast that this maddened cult had conjured. Without any clear answer, all you can do is move on. Due to the pale flames that lingered behind after Ezain's sacrifice, the horde seemed to be deterred from this path for a while. Splashing the murky water seemed to do little, as the magical flame intended to stay its full duration.
Thus, the party was spared from pushing themselves in order to maintain the gap from their pursuers.
As you near the end, the disheveled study in sight, the light from above suddenly flicked off. The party was left in near-pitch darkness now. Not to mention the strong scent that leaked forth from this room. Calling it 'putrid' seemed barely sufficient a description.
@Lasrever...
...
Ezain looked on as his former companions made their flight towards the Eastern front, standing firm as showers of sparks and stone sprayed all around him. The stairway acted as a shield to those passing between, and so they would be safe from collateral so long as it remained. He almost seemed relieved as he felt himself stand alone, but his suddenly expression gripped tight. He felt a piece of the large shells enter his body. His whole left half was blown away now. He stood there, clearly still alive despite being past the point of death. Perhaps because of the power bestowed upon him. Upon them all. He took only one breath before glimmering, calling upon said power. The pale tendrils leaking from his broken form seeped back into him and his black tattoo, his destined stigma went bright. There was no more time for sentiments. Letting out a deep growl, the horned man charged towards the marauding soldiers in a flash of light. For a moment, he appeared like a star. A blazing trail was left behind in his wake, Ezain enduring more bullets as they tore into his glowing form into pieces. The tunnel was engulfed in a wave of brilliant essence, with him at the helm. When the two fires collided, for a moment, the temple shone without darkness. It lasted only for a moment, one that lingered at the fringes of a what can be considered a second. This light of life.
But it would not last.
As the light faded, left with only a dying flame that lingered at the entrance, all those who survived would feel a deep sting. It was a pain both fleeting and heavy. Almost as if they lost a piece of themselves that they never knew existed.
Whether you mourned the loss or not, you needed to continue on. This sacrifice cannot be wasted. While his entry came and went early on, your fated end laid elsewhere along this journey. Continuing down the Eastern way, whether in the aid of each others arms or by your strength alone, the road down was as you might've expected. The tunnel was narrow and overly lengthy, and for a long while all that guided you in the darkness was the backdrop of fading light from behind. There was time for a short exchange before you would come to meet something strange.
There was a glimmer at the very end. Was this life, of Dwyn, as one of you pointed out earlier? Though after what you heard, it might be only a remnant.
But there was no time for questions of hesitation on the matter. The temple seemed to be fully awake by now, a trashing beast that cannot be laid to rest until its invaders are caught. The faint tremors you might've felt earlier now shook with a noticeable magnitude as moans echoed from behind you. A clamor of voices and barks, and other disturbing sounds came from the central chamber, following the great explosion that occurred there. There must've been dozens, no, hundreds of beings pouring forth, their hellish pursuit shaking the very foundations of the ancient structure. And among all of this, a strange scream can be heard from deep, deep below. Was that what Nera spoke of, the thing she wished for you to lay rest? Or was it just another beast that this maddened cult had conjured. Without any clear answer, all you can do is move on. Due to the pale flames that lingered behind after Ezain's sacrifice, the horde seemed to be deterred from this path for a while. Splashing the murky water seemed to do little, as the magical flame intended to stay its full duration.
Thus, the party was spared from pushing themselves in order to maintain the gap from their pursuers.
As you near the end, the disheveled study in sight, the light from above suddenly flicked off. The party was left in near-pitch darkness now. Not to mention the strong scent that leaked forth from this room. Calling it 'putrid' seemed barely sufficient a description.
@Lasrever...
...
@Jerkchicken It collapsed. Imagine a big landslide is there now. You can try. But you'd probably not get done with your second swing before you get overwhelmed and shoot down.
Will be posting tonight.
If there are any people who have posts saved up or are behind the current round, notify me within the next few hours otherwise I will continue as planned. If you have been told to refrain from posting, whether publically or through private channels, you are allowed to squeeze them in within this allotted time period.
If there are any people who have posts saved up or are behind the current round, notify me within the next few hours otherwise I will continue as planned. If you have been told to refrain from posting, whether publically or through private channels, you are allowed to squeeze them in within this allotted time period.
Will be getting a post out in the following days.
Also, I apologize for the lack of updates. I've been really busy lately.
Also, I apologize for the lack of updates. I've been really busy lately.
@Savo...
"Ah... Sorry!"
Raily shouted apologetically, but she was more happy than anything else. She never thought she would find joy in hearing that grumpy, irritable voice in her entire life.
"Fancy seeing you here, Wallflower! Looks like all it took was an all-out invasion to get you to leave that dinky old shop of yours for once!"
The two of them weren't exactly 'friends', but she liked the loner mechanic well enough, finding his reactions funny. Though that feeling might not be reciprocated from the other side. She would go to his odd little pipe-shop once in a while for advice on machines. Whenever Raily was stumped about a design herself, she liked seeing things from an outside perspective. She didn't want to bother Cid with her novice questions, figuring the busy old geezer had better things to do. So she figured it was best to ask someone she viewed as a peer. Most of the time though, that 'advice' was just irritated grunts to leave him alone and offhanded remarks on how she was stupid for using sparkles as a power source. She can never see eye-to-eye with him on such matters, often leading to heated arguments. How could he not understand? Sparkles, when properly utilized, possessed a much stronger charge retention rate than any simple electrical battery. Even if using one did have a high risk of internal overloads. Maybe it was because of their vastly conflicting backgrounds, one being in magic and the other in science? Regardless, each encounter would end with the two of them bashing heads and Raily leaving the shop in a huff, vowing never to return. Only for her to show up a week or so later to show him another invention, already forgiving him for his mean comments.
Seeing Ambrose now, swatting away the alien invaders with great strength, Raily viewed him in a new light. He reminded her of some of the seniors members on the defense force, with how he stood stalwart in the face of many. She wanted to cheer him on, shout out to how cool he looked. But her smile quickly turned to a look of worry. The separate swarms that had been chasing the two of them had now combined into a horde that now surrounded Ambrose. It seemed they intended on picking off the easier target first.
She aimed her wand at him, hoping to lift him to safety with an Aero spell, but suddenly the horde froze around them. The trigger seemed to be the gauntlet device he was wielding. She was amazed.
"Whoa...! You've gotta show me how you do that!"
But judging by his serious expression, she knew there wasn't much time before the effect would wear off. Flipping over the mass of stilled gray figures, Raily landed beside Ambrose and gave him a quick wink.
"You're not the only one with tricks. Let's test that swinging arm of yours!" She says, tapping his shoulder with her wand, casting 'Cure' on him, and bounding straight into the gray mass in the same movement. She flew like a swift sparrow, squeezing through the narrow cracks between the bodies until she finally reached the center. Turning and facing Ambrose, she bent down to one knee and prepared herself. Dapper is now striking a pose atop her hat. The one-eyed cat was either now totally into it, or had already given up all hope of making it out alive.
With one last breath, she shouts at the top of her lungs. "Batter up!"
In a jumping twirl, she points her cracked wand to the sky and casts the biggest Aero spell she could. Immediately a small purple twister formed around them, with Raily in the center. The violent winds scooped up the surrounding Nobodies, helpless to the pull of the vacuum as she continued to suspend them there for Ambrose to strike. Raily could feel her mana depleting rapidly, so this was probably their only shot to clear out the horde. Otherwise she'd be stuck in the middle of all of them.
...
"Ah... Sorry!"
Raily shouted apologetically, but she was more happy than anything else. She never thought she would find joy in hearing that grumpy, irritable voice in her entire life.
"Fancy seeing you here, Wallflower! Looks like all it took was an all-out invasion to get you to leave that dinky old shop of yours for once!"
The two of them weren't exactly 'friends', but she liked the loner mechanic well enough, finding his reactions funny. Though that feeling might not be reciprocated from the other side. She would go to his odd little pipe-shop once in a while for advice on machines. Whenever Raily was stumped about a design herself, she liked seeing things from an outside perspective. She didn't want to bother Cid with her novice questions, figuring the busy old geezer had better things to do. So she figured it was best to ask someone she viewed as a peer. Most of the time though, that 'advice' was just irritated grunts to leave him alone and offhanded remarks on how she was stupid for using sparkles as a power source. She can never see eye-to-eye with him on such matters, often leading to heated arguments. How could he not understand? Sparkles, when properly utilized, possessed a much stronger charge retention rate than any simple electrical battery. Even if using one did have a high risk of internal overloads. Maybe it was because of their vastly conflicting backgrounds, one being in magic and the other in science? Regardless, each encounter would end with the two of them bashing heads and Raily leaving the shop in a huff, vowing never to return. Only for her to show up a week or so later to show him another invention, already forgiving him for his mean comments.
Seeing Ambrose now, swatting away the alien invaders with great strength, Raily viewed him in a new light. He reminded her of some of the seniors members on the defense force, with how he stood stalwart in the face of many. She wanted to cheer him on, shout out to how cool he looked. But her smile quickly turned to a look of worry. The separate swarms that had been chasing the two of them had now combined into a horde that now surrounded Ambrose. It seemed they intended on picking off the easier target first.
She aimed her wand at him, hoping to lift him to safety with an Aero spell, but suddenly the horde froze around them. The trigger seemed to be the gauntlet device he was wielding. She was amazed.
"Whoa...! You've gotta show me how you do that!"
But judging by his serious expression, she knew there wasn't much time before the effect would wear off. Flipping over the mass of stilled gray figures, Raily landed beside Ambrose and gave him a quick wink.
"You're not the only one with tricks. Let's test that swinging arm of yours!" She says, tapping his shoulder with her wand, casting 'Cure' on him, and bounding straight into the gray mass in the same movement. She flew like a swift sparrow, squeezing through the narrow cracks between the bodies until she finally reached the center. Turning and facing Ambrose, she bent down to one knee and prepared herself. Dapper is now striking a pose atop her hat. The one-eyed cat was either now totally into it, or had already given up all hope of making it out alive.
With one last breath, she shouts at the top of her lungs. "Batter up!"
In a jumping twirl, she points her cracked wand to the sky and casts the biggest Aero spell she could. Immediately a small purple twister formed around them, with Raily in the center. The violent winds scooped up the surrounding Nobodies, helpless to the pull of the vacuum as she continued to suspend them there for Ambrose to strike. Raily could feel her mana depleting rapidly, so this was probably their only shot to clear out the horde. Otherwise she'd be stuck in the middle of all of them.
...
Yeah, I imagine all of us in Traverse Town will converge on Second District in the future, so that would be hype!
Yeah, the only knowledge of Kingsom Hearts are from the memory of playing these games like 5+ years ago. So excuse me if I get anything horribly wrong. XD
I managed to reference one of our cast members though, so I'm proud all this character history debate actually went somewhere.
I managed to reference one of our cast members though, so I'm proud all this character history debate actually went somewhere.
...
Raily blinked once. Then twice, before the situation truly dawned on her.
The little witch was in the middle of shopping and errand work, delivering letters and checking out her favorite stores when the attacks struck all across Traverse Town. The umbral Gummi ships flooding the sky like a curtain of darkness was unmistabkable. And even when the screams and alarms made it clear that this wasn't some heat-hazed nightmare, she stared for a moment in confusion. How was this happening? How did the Empire get this close without them noticing? And... What are those things? She thought, gawking at one of the strange gray alien-like creatures that attacked alongside the black garbed soldiers.
Wait, what was she doing?
She needed to group with the main defenders, not stand around like some useless little goon! They would need all the strength they could get to push them out of the main Districts. Or was it more proper to deal with the atrackers here first before moving on? Oh. What would the seniors do? Like cool-headed Ashe or their brave leader Leon. They surely would've come up with a clear plan by now.
As she deliberated, a cry for help from nearby finally pushed her to action. A group pf the nasty gray things were tearing into an old antique shop, the poor victims barely able to hold the doors shut.
"Hold on tight!"
A loud yowl rang overhead as the young witch swung the black cat onto the broomstick alongside her, abandoning her sack of newly purchased bits and gizmos into the street. She couldn't help but think it was a shame to let such fine salvage go to waste. That was her months earnings right there. But without a town to call home or people to inhabit it, that would be more of a shame.
With a short utterance of a modified Aero spell, the pair was sent flying through the hodgepodge of buildings in Third District in a shower of purple glitter.
Dapper was clinging on the edge of the wooden stick for dear life, all nine of them. Raily tried to keep him calm by patting his little furry head, but her attention was busy on grey creatures that surrounded the little old shop.
"Oh, don't be a scaredy cat! Don't you trust me? I've practiced this maneaver too many times to flub it up now..." she said.
Though those words might've been more to comfort her than anything else.
With a sharp turn, and the war-cry of a screaming cat, the broomstick smacked into the group of alien invaders in a large crash, sending a majority of them barreling down the street. Raily had bounced off at the last moment, flying overhead with a magic-assisted flip. Landing on one of the nearby lamp posts she gave Dapper a happy grin.
"Ha. See? Nothing to worry about!"
But now that she was there, it was abundandly obvious the precariousness of their situation. Maybe the 'cool and flashy' entrance was only optional after all. She would need to have a word with her old mentor later, who always insisted otherwise.
A dozen or so of these creepy humanoids now encircled the lone witch, some vanishing into thin air and appearing elsewhere. It was a type of magic she had never seen before, so she needed to be careful. They've fully turned their attention away from the barricaded building to their juicy new prey, gazing up at her with eerily tilted heads. At least part of her plan was working, seeing as those inside have taken the distracton to organize an escape. With this, even if she would perish right here and now, it would be in peace.
Casting small magic missles from her shattered wand, Raily began her desperate cat and mouse game. Though with the so-called 'mice' chasing the cat. She leapt from lamp to lamp, trying to keep the invaders at bay with Aero spells while Dapper sat upon her large pointy hat hissing and swiping. More for moral support than any real help.
Yep, this was gonna be a good story to tell her friends. If she lived.
Raily blinked once. Then twice, before the situation truly dawned on her.
The little witch was in the middle of shopping and errand work, delivering letters and checking out her favorite stores when the attacks struck all across Traverse Town. The umbral Gummi ships flooding the sky like a curtain of darkness was unmistabkable. And even when the screams and alarms made it clear that this wasn't some heat-hazed nightmare, she stared for a moment in confusion. How was this happening? How did the Empire get this close without them noticing? And... What are those things? She thought, gawking at one of the strange gray alien-like creatures that attacked alongside the black garbed soldiers.
Wait, what was she doing?
She needed to group with the main defenders, not stand around like some useless little goon! They would need all the strength they could get to push them out of the main Districts. Or was it more proper to deal with the atrackers here first before moving on? Oh. What would the seniors do? Like cool-headed Ashe or their brave leader Leon. They surely would've come up with a clear plan by now.
As she deliberated, a cry for help from nearby finally pushed her to action. A group pf the nasty gray things were tearing into an old antique shop, the poor victims barely able to hold the doors shut.
"Hold on tight!"
A loud yowl rang overhead as the young witch swung the black cat onto the broomstick alongside her, abandoning her sack of newly purchased bits and gizmos into the street. She couldn't help but think it was a shame to let such fine salvage go to waste. That was her months earnings right there. But without a town to call home or people to inhabit it, that would be more of a shame.
With a short utterance of a modified Aero spell, the pair was sent flying through the hodgepodge of buildings in Third District in a shower of purple glitter.
Dapper was clinging on the edge of the wooden stick for dear life, all nine of them. Raily tried to keep him calm by patting his little furry head, but her attention was busy on grey creatures that surrounded the little old shop.
"Oh, don't be a scaredy cat! Don't you trust me? I've practiced this maneaver too many times to flub it up now..." she said.
Though those words might've been more to comfort her than anything else.
With a sharp turn, and the war-cry of a screaming cat, the broomstick smacked into the group of alien invaders in a large crash, sending a majority of them barreling down the street. Raily had bounced off at the last moment, flying overhead with a magic-assisted flip. Landing on one of the nearby lamp posts she gave Dapper a happy grin.
"Ha. See? Nothing to worry about!"
But now that she was there, it was abundandly obvious the precariousness of their situation. Maybe the 'cool and flashy' entrance was only optional after all. She would need to have a word with her old mentor later, who always insisted otherwise.
A dozen or so of these creepy humanoids now encircled the lone witch, some vanishing into thin air and appearing elsewhere. It was a type of magic she had never seen before, so she needed to be careful. They've fully turned their attention away from the barricaded building to their juicy new prey, gazing up at her with eerily tilted heads. At least part of her plan was working, seeing as those inside have taken the distracton to organize an escape. With this, even if she would perish right here and now, it would be in peace.
Casting small magic missles from her shattered wand, Raily began her desperate cat and mouse game. Though with the so-called 'mice' chasing the cat. She leapt from lamp to lamp, trying to keep the invaders at bay with Aero spells while Dapper sat upon her large pointy hat hissing and swiping. More for moral support than any real help.
Yep, this was gonna be a good story to tell her friends. If she lived.
© 2007-2024