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The name's ShadowVentus, but you can call me Ven. Fantasy RPs have always been my genre, but I'm always open to trying new genres and all that jazz. Oh, and I don't know about anyone else here, but in my opinion, Atlus makes awesome games! PERSONA!

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Firefly? Hm...I don't believe I ever heard of it. With that being said, I'm interested!
Current Battle Theme:You Will Know Our Names Hearing a cackle in the distance, Michael turns towards the general direction of the noise just in time to notice a raven flying off. Now making his way towards the hotel, Michael swaps his sword out for a wind tome. "Arcwind!" He calls out as he jumps, receiving a large enough boost from the gales of wind to reach the roof. He then draws his sword once more. "Who are you?" He asks the orange-haired witch before him. The witch, unless she recognizes his voice or apparel, has no way of identifying the tactician unless she can succeed in removing his hood.
Current Battle Theme Michael quickly switches tomes, preparing another powerful spell. "Take this! Thoron!" The air crackled arond him as he released a large beam of electricity at the horde, frying many of them. Then, he swapped to a silver sword, slicing down an equally great amount of zombies. One would even call it an ongoing kill streak at this rate.
"Arcfire!" The tactician cries out as he casts a fire spell that hits a large portion of the zombie horde, reducing them to ashes. He continually uses this spell, the horde's ranks seeming to thin by the second.
Hearing Anna's voice, a smile grace's Ventus' face once again. "Don't mention it. The name's Ventus, but you can call me Ven. What would your name be?" He asks, offering a hand so she could sit up and take in more of the fire's heat.
"Zombie hunting, huh...and just when I thought I'd be getting out of my comfort zone.." Michael states as he begins heading back towards the hotel doors, opening the doors of the dining room up with both hands. "Oh well, I've still got you guys around to make it more interesting...the victory will be ours!" He calls as he breaks into the run, heading for the battlefield awaiting him just outside the front doors.
Anna was pretty sure she was totally hallucinating now. Someone had appeared over her, looking very kind and concerned, and had then run away. She tried to get to her feet, to follow the person, because maybe he knew where they were, only to find that her legs suddenly wouldn't support her. Her eyes were decidedly blurred now, and her head was foggy... All of a sudden Anna didn't remember where she was, or why she was there. She just felt cold. Everything was cold. So cold that it burned. Was she supposed to be this cold?
Ventus had returned as quickly as he had left, now carrying a respectable amount of firewood under his arm. He began making the fire as close to the girl as he could, doing the old-fashioned trick of rubbing a stick to cause a spark. Luckily, it worked on the first try. Before gently guiding her to the fire, Ven kept it going by putting some more dry wood in the mix. "Please be okay.." He thought to himself.
Anna was NOT having fun. She wasn't having coordination issues specifically, but with her seventeen siblings home for a week off, they'd been hyper and awake and talkative for just about three days nonstop, and she hadn't really had a chance to sleep. She wished she had, though, because she was starting to hallucinate and was getting increasingly disoriented. She didn't think to bring any food, or any water, she just had to get out of the house and somehow her feet had found the path into the forest. "Haunted." her parents had said. They didn't approve of magic. But her curiosity had gotten the better of her and she had set out to follow the path through the forest and to the wizards' lair. She had a fascination with magic. But now she was starting to regret it. And now there wasn't even a path for her to follow; it had disappeared sometime before. She really wasn't seeing straight, and certainly not thinking straight. Her eyes were unfocused and she missed seeing the tree root that sent her tumbling head-over-heels down a steep gully and into an icy cold creek. She whimpered, scrambling to her feet and attempting to wring out what was left of her skirt. Why was it getting stained pink...? It took her a minute to realize that in the fall down the gully she'd not only torn her skirt and petticoats to tatters, but had also scraped the skin off of both of her palms and her knees and a good portion of her left shoulder and right shin. And now each of those places STUNG, really bad. She also realized she was shivering from the dunk in the creek, so she probably shouldn't stop to sit down. So she got back to her feet and started looking for a way up the side of the gully she'd fallen into, but wherever she tried to climb up, she just slid back down and hurt herself more. So after a while she gave up and sat down on a flat rock and started crying, still bleeding from her numerous scrapes and shivering uncontrollably.
As Ventus made his way through the brush, he heard the sound of running water nearby. Deciding to check it out, he quickly discovered a small stream of water leading to what appeared to be a creek. "What luck! I was starting to get parched." He stated as he crouched near the water, collecting some water with his hands and taking a sip of the icy water. As he was reaching down for another round of water, he overheard someone crying. "Huh? Hello? Is someone there?" He called out as he looked around only to have his question answered by spotting a girl laying upon a rock, looking pretty hurt. "Woah! Hang on, I'll be right there!" He stated as he ran over to where she was. Ven now crouched before her, adopting a concerned look as he noticed that she was shivering pretty badly. "Looks like you fell in the creek...I'll be right back." He stated as he quickly ran off to an area not too far off, now scavenging for some firewood.
"I see..I'm sorry to hear that. As a tactician, I too have had my share of losses on the battlefield. Truth be told, I have no memories of my past save for the fact that I'm a tactician. I've decided from here on out to simply make new memories to call my own with the friends I now have." He explains to Felixter before he turns to Meoru. "Well, if they do come, I'll be ready to take them out. Then again, they may have allies in the form of Risen. Risen are soldiers brought back to life. They're still able to wield weapons and use magic. I've even seen a few Risen Pegasus Knights." The tactician further explains, assessing that that it's possible the two enemies from both worlds may join forces.
*Pats your shoulder while shaking my head* Just...let it be, senpai. <XD If you start questioning these things too much, trying to come at them with logic, then you'll just end up confusing yourself more, until you go crazy.
Yeah, you're right...the mystery of young Wattson is just too great for me to process..
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