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The plan was simple, Dr. Finkelstein would blast a pulse into the sky and turn normally average sights into frightful mights! All in the nature of their town, it would allow for all the citizens to roam freely to scare the boys and girls on their evening play. He went in strong to build the contraption to make the perfect Halloween amplifier.
Months before Halloween started, Finkelstein decided to test the machine. It was close to Valentine's Day, but he needed to make sure it was working. The good doctor powered it up and life began to sound off inside his creation. However, he wasn't expecting an interference from an unknown energy source. It resonated with the ghoulish amp and caused it to go haywire upon the doctor.
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At the same time, a young girl with a flowing black dress had appeared in town square. She was unconscious at first before she managed to sit up, brushing her dress off. She moved her other hand to fix her blonde hair. That's when she opened her eyes for the first time, blinking lightly to adjust to her surroundings. Her normally dark pink eyes had an eerie red glow to match the Halloween vibe. "Huh? Where am I?" She asked as she struggled to her feet, her heels causing her a bit of trouble as she tried to stand.[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/Aeris10102/Azalea/6-11.png); border-radius: 5px; border: #2F2F2F solid 10px; margin-top: -10px;] [/style] [STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/Aeris10102/Azalea/6-11.png); border-radius: 5px; border: #2F2F2F solid 10px; margin-top: 15px;] [/style][STYLE=width: 120px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 0px 0px 10px 0px; text-align: justify;] █ POWERS NONE USED [/style] |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2013 12:01:07 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] ❦ Halloween Town; Graveyard ❦
This place was horrible. Sure he has traveled deep into the belly of a sleeping volcano, and fought deadly sheep on a nameless island, but this-- this was way beyond what he called 'okay'! He felt out of place, his body not his body anymore. It was an unsettling feeling that terrified him. He had found himself in a graveyard and tucked himself by a tombstone until he calmed down. This place, how can one even describe it? It was no good and very bad all in one! He was dressed in his usual clothing, his grey cloak pulled over his body, hiding away the details of his form. For some reason his clothing had taken a dull, grayer coloring that matched well with the dreary scenery behind him.
After gaining some confidence and bearings on what did and did not happen, he pushed to stand. The Thief moved out and carried his body out of the graveyard before he became a resident. His tail dangled lifelessly, clearly projecting his current emotions into this unexpected situation. His heavy boots shuffled along the dark, dusty cobblestones passed gnarled monuments marking the resting sites of the dearly departed, at least he hoped they were dearly departed and not questionably removed from the mortal coil. This place gave him the same vibe the dark side of Treno did. This is where all the shady business went down.
Everything around him seemed to jump and move in this impenetrable darkness. His azure eyes scanned around his surroundings. The nature of this place, it gave once imaginary spooks a very real manifestation to the things that went bump in the night. Cobwebs lined the crevasses and eyes seemed to watch his every move. He arrived at what appeared to be the arch which led to the town square. He could clearly see a fountain, even hear the faint trickle of water as it rushed through the decorative masonry. He marched forward, that burden of uneasiness weighing his shoulders. He could not help but look down at his hand. His claws were tipped to a deadly point. Normally that only happened when he was in Trance, which he was damn well near at this point, his emotions running high. He sighed and just counted his blessings. At least he was not covered in that loud fur, he would have really stood out.
"Sh--" He bit down on his tongue again as he tried to curse his luck. His canines had even extended out as if he were a beast. He held out his hands and flinched in pain, tongue reached out as he tried to spy the damage done. "Great..." He sucked on his tongue to pull the excess blood and numb out the pain. One moment he was chasing around some crazy rumor, the next -- he really did not learn.
He looked around as his hand scratched at his back end. His eyes came upon a lovely vision of a princess, but clearing his eyes it became less muddled. His brow arched he looked around suspiciously. A lone, young lovely in a creepy, seemingly abandoned town? There seemed to be no one else around, but it could be an ambush and he knew how he felt about those!
A girl was probably the safest route when it came to asking for directions, but not in a sketchy neighborhood. He slowly walked forward in caution as one of his hands settled on his hip. he waved up his free hand. "Hey!" He called out. What better way to ruin an ambush than walk headfirst into it shouting loudly?! He pulled his lips back to reveal a fangy grin and settled his hands on his hip. A general rule of thumb when you find yourself in a strange, unfamiliar place: don't act like a tourist, it's the fastest way to get mugged.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2013 12:24:20 GMT -5
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ Azalea hadn't a clue what was going on. The young blonde had been attempting to travel back to stop something from happening, but she couldn't remember what was going on. Traveling back from what? Oh! Right! Azalea had found a way to travel back in time to warn the past of the horrors the future held. She was attempting to fix that. But, she wasn't sure if she had managed to do so or not. From the look of her surroundings, it looked as though she had traveled forward and the Darkness and Evil and taken full control.
The next thing that touched her conscious was how she got here. She remembered some darkness then a flash before she woke up here. Had something interfered with her time travel?
That's when a loud voice touched her ear. She turned to look at the source when it's appearance caused the girl that had barely managed to get to her feet to stumble backwards. "A-ah!" The girl fell back onto her butt as tears welled up in her eyes. There was a scary looking hooded creature standing feet from her and the first thing that came to her mind was to cry. So much for being a keyblade wielder if her first instinct was to cry instead of fight.
"S-Stay back! I-I have mace! Er... I mean.... A keyblade! And I'm not afraid to use it!" She attempted to threaten from her seat on the ground. If anything, the girl looked frightened and anything but intimidating.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 4, 2013 13:54:39 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] ❦ Halloween Town; Town Square ❦
Zidane came to an immediate halt when the girl dropped back. He was mid step when she responded, and in the most unexpected way. Where he was expecting an ambush it seemed he was the one who had ambushed. He flailed a bit as he jumped back, hands held out in surprise. His tail had raised up at the unexpected response to his approach. Well damn, he made a girl cry. That was not his intention. The thief stood back and rubbed the back of his head. She looked way to small to wield a mace, completely unaware it was not what he thought. He folded his arms over his chest and tilted his head.
'What's a keyblade...?
[/i]' He thought to himself. He rubbed at his nose before he reached up to pull down his hood. His face was very youthful, though a bit dirty from travel. Blond hair framed his face and blue eyes seemed to gleam with an indiscernable presence. His brows were thin and if not for his roughish mannerisms and irritating habit of scratching himself in public one could easily paint him for a lady with that face. He held up his gloved hands, the claws peeking out from them, to his greatest annoyance! He would have to ask his bros to sew it for him.... He flickered his fingers in annoyance to the strange change and made sure to keep his hand as far form his holster as possible. " Whoa," He shook his head and moved to brush back his bangs. " No need to get upset, I'm sorry." He really had not meant to scare her. Oh, now that he pulled his hood back he got a better look at her. She was a cutie! Zidane found himself in quite a pickle. He was someplace he was unfamiliar with and he has already gone and scared one of the locals. She was like a princess that got lost late at night. It really made him homesick. Being on the job really sucked all kinds of chocobo feathers! He weakly smiled at the girl. He looked harmless. He was rather small for someone at his age, looking no older than fourteen. He lowered himself to a crouch and laid his arms over his legs to perch himself on his tip toes. His tail laid itself on the ground, the tip of the blonde appendage tapping like a cat's. " Really, I mean it. I didn't mean ta scare ya. Name's Zidane, I'm a bit lost..." It was a bit shameful to admit to a girl, but he really had no maps, no compass, heck he was stuck in the graveyard wallowing in confusion and abject terror a while ago. " Do ya need help gettin' up?" He really was not about to reach out in case she did have a mace! A particular lady Mercenary he knew sure as hell wielded great axes like no one's business. He held out his hand, close to his body as to not invade her space, letting her consider things at her own pace. [/left] [/div] "Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/center] [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by youngxehanort on Feb 4, 2013 17:16:28 GMT -5
Halloween Town. It was a world Xehanort had not traveled to himself yet. Due to the interaction between Sora and himself, and his time traveling, the events of the World were known to him. Howling could be heard in the background, that which belonged to wolves. Another howling was melding in with the calling of the hounds and that was the sounds coming from Corridor of Darkness. The wicked black malice opened up in Halloween Town and out from it stepped Xehanort. Something was not right in the Worlds and Halloween Town was the source. Monsters and gruesome beings were appearing out of nowhere. Their forms were similar to that of the inhabitants of Halloween Town. Determined to find the source, Xehanort had set out to the World. Unlike most beings of the Worlds the monsters had not phased Xehanort in the slightest. Actually Xehanort was quite intrigued that someone else actually could complete the task on such a wide basis.
The previous universe-wide monster creation was that of the manufactured Heartless, also known as the Emblem Heartless. It was the work of Xehanort that had done it in the first place, but now it was different. Nightmare Dream Eaters would have made the Halloween Town a secondary home if they could have left the Realm of Sleep. To the unsuspecting eye it could have possibly fit in the Realm of Darkness without a problem. Twisting hills filled the seemingly infinite night sky and decayed trees plagued the rotted land. Any sights seen traveling in the Realm of Darkness was no different.
During his travels in the hallowed land he approached two out-worlders. Now Xehanort knew they were not from the World because of their attire, but he payed them no attention. That was until he heard the word Keyblade muttered. Now that was interesting to him another Keyblader out here? Perhaps one that was willing to join their ranks or one that was lost from the Keyblade War? Nevertheless Xehanort slowly neared towards the two as they were having their discussion. Frail and not well spoken. The youth thought as he looked at the girl. And one who is androgynous in appearance, but seemingly an adventure type.
"A Keyblade?" Questioned Xehanort. "Has such a weapon stumbled upon you, or you stumbled upon it?" As usual Xehanort would ask and answer cryptically. "It is not often a Keyblader traverses the Worlds." That was half true. Keybladers have been traveling the Worlds more and more, especially with the likes of Sora and Riku around. His sienna eyes then glanced at Zidane. "Traveling the Worlds too, hm? Such a magnificence is it not?" He wasn't there to make idle chat, but at the same time he wasn't the one to intentionally create conflict. Espionage was key and Xehanort would use his silver tongue to get what he wanted out of people.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2013 9:51:24 GMT -5
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ Azalea blinked up at the boy who was standing. He stopped all movement when she spoke up, maybe her threat had worked? That's when the figure rubbed what looked like his nose before he pulled back his hood. The blonde girl had her first real look of the boy now. He did not really seem to fit in the scenery that surrounded him now. He had blonde hair and blue eyes with his faintly feminine features.
The girl tensed up a bit until he revealed his gloved hands. The claws that had emerged from it contrasted with his pretty face. However, his words calmed her a bit. He was lost as well. "......Azalea. My name's Azalea.....and..... I'm a little lost too. I just woke up here a few minutes ago." She admitted. This was not her home-world and she really wasn't sure where she was.
"Um, a little. It's a little hard to stand up on the cobblestone in heels." She admitted, offering her hand to be pulled to her feet. He seemed a bit hesitant to enter her space so she would have to wait till he accepted her hand and helped her up. There was only so far her arms could reach. Azalea watched him intently with her red glowing eyes.
That's when another voice broke the faint silent and she jumped. "Stumble upon? I've...had it since I was younger. I don't usually travel but I was sort of forced to." She admitted, watching the silver-haired man. "Does everyone know about the keyblade here?" She asked, she thought that only a few knew of the weapon. Maybe she was mistaken. "Wait, do I know you? I think I've seen you before..."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2013 12:10:40 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size]
He gently took her hand, being careful of those claws. He knew how sharp they could be from his other form so it was not something he was unused to. When she seemed to hold out her hand in acceptance the blond-tailed boy helped her up. He used enough force to hoist her as he stood. though he was physically lacking in height: he was, in no way, lacking in strength.A smirk painted itself on his lips. He caught the glow in her eyes, but found them really pretty, like a garnet stone. His eyes drifted away as a shred of guilt seemed to grip his heart. His smile did not fade, but it shifted minutely at his sad thought.
"Such a pretty name." He complimented. "Ah, that is terrible to hear, I'm a pretty useless man in that case." He joked in an attempt to lighten the mood. Hearing that she was troubled with her heels he gave a nod. He gave a sly wink and chuckled. "This is why you should always be ready to abandon your material objects amidst a troubling situation." He had to try to push himself from those thoughts.
After he would have helped her up the brigand would peer over his shoulder at the voice. He looked between the two as they spoke. He mentioned traversing worlds. So there were people that did it by choice? Well that was bothersome! He kept getting blustered about like some ragdoll. He was barely used to these mods of travel, but that was not saying he was inexperienced with them either. Behind him his tail curled up, off the ground and began to sway left and right as he seemed relaxed, not yet concerned by the male that had approached. Did this fellow live here? It was difficult to determine, but perhaps by his words he was some sort of traveler too?
Zidane arched his brow before he looked away, as if unconcerned. His mind traced around this word. They kept repeating it. Keyblade. He had been far from home for a while so he was unaware of the creatures forming from the household items being some sort of abnormality! He lived in a world with the oddest and most horrifying monsters were born of Mist. He cannot remember how he ended up here. In fact he had been hitching a ride and he woke up like this! He was not handsome at all, but he would make use of it!
"So, not to interrupt," but to totally interrupt. "Where exactly are we?" If he was lost, and the lovely Azalea was lost, was this fellow here also lost or maybe he was the only one of them that knew were they were? The thief crossed his arms over his chest and tapped his foot as he tilted his head. This place was creepy and had done something to his body. This was not normal and this place certainly was the most abnormal of all of them!
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by youngxehanort on Feb 6, 2013 19:16:43 GMT -5
So it seemed the girl had the Keyblade ever since her youth, an interesting point. He wondered why she was able to slip so easily under their radar up until this point in time. "The Keyblade's legacy extends far back, it is not an uncommon item." Xehanort said in response to her question as he stared back at the boy. "A World called Halloween Town." Short, sweet, and to the point. "The citizens of this World celebrate frightful festivities like a cult, as their nature calls for it. They embrace their umbra veil as not a single speck of sunlight has shined upon the World." While yes, Xehanort had not been to the World himself he learned through his travels in time. The boys more monstrous appearance is what Xehanort noticed next. While the youth hadn't met this person himself, he was certain the World's magic was at work.
"As with some Worlds the World's magic writhed its way into your Heart, casting its ghastly shadow across your being ...as it would with an inept Heart." As he was addressing him he lowered and raised his right arm as he was showing the change.
"Like most denizens of the Light, there are many who don't know of the Keyblade." As Xehanort talked his left arm moved around as if he was presenting something. It was a trait many Xehanort's had, especially himself and his elder. His attention went back to the girl, she seemed to know him. "Perhaps. I have visited many Worlds in my travels. We may have crossed paths prior." Meeting others briefly on other Worlds were totally plausible, however Xehanort did not remember seeing this girl. Who would blame Xehanort? She wasn't the type of person he was looking for, nor looked like she held any knowledge he sought. Her Keyblade was what enlightened Xehanort now, which put her on his list.
Obviously the girl was not fit for the Thirteen Seekers of Darkness. Light and Dark Keybladers is what was needed to start the second Keyblade War. There had to be alternatives and Xehanort was infamous for always having a backup. She would be considered as another path they might take, but for now Xehanort would continue to pry for information. Slowly his head turned to recognize one of the recently animated objects. "Odd is it not? A calamity that affected all Worlds, with this being the beacon." Once again his eyes connected with the girl's. "You mentioned that you were forced to travel, by what means? Were you cast away in the depths of the Corridors? Or an out of control Keyblade Glider?" Xehanort would get the information he needed, the source of the monsters would have to wait.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2013 11:12:39 GMT -5
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] [STYLE=width: 274px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 11px; color: #737678; padding: 5px; text-align: justify; border-bottom: #2F2F2F 8px solid;] █ Azalea smiled appreciatively as the monkey boy helped her to her feet. Her feet were a bit wobbly trying to get used to the heels on her delicate feet. She carefully brushed herself off as she thanked the boy for helping her up. When the compliment came out about her name she flushed a bit, smiling. "Oh, thanks. I think you're the first person to tell me it's a pretty name." The girl was out of her element, but she definitely wasn't acting like it. "That's alright! We'll figure it out together. I'm sure it's not too bad here. It's not like someone is going to jump out of a closet and scare us!" She giggled.
The blonde's red eyes moved over to the black cloaked man as he spoke to them. "Oh, I know about the keyblade's history. There was a war in the past and then someone tried to start another war for the X-blade. Then a boy name Sora fixed the worlds again after another bad guy popped up. I read all about this stuff in school...though, I guess I should have paid more attention. Hm." She replied with a smile.
That's when Zidane asked about where they were and the cloaked man replied about it being Halloween Town and she blinked, a smile on her face. "Halloween Town. Awesome." Azalea giggled a bit before looking at Zidane. "I lied, seems people might jump out of closets to scare us! They love to do that sort of thing. I guess that explains our dark and scary outfits!" She giggled again.
Her full attention moved back to Young Xehanort as he spoke and walked them through a bit of information. She remembered a bit of it, but it was nice to get a refresher course. He explained not everyone knew about the keyblades and she frowned. "I forgot, not everyone would know about it here, huh..." She looked down at her empty right hand before looking back at Xehanort.
"I don't know, I really didn't travel that much. But I guess it's a possibility!" She smiled again, though it faded when Xehanort mentioned the objects and asked about her means of travel. The girl made a face as if deciding to tell them. "Er, well. It's a bit difficult to explain. I'm, actually from the future. There's a bit of a problem that I had to come back and fix since things got a bit wonky. But, maybe we should work on getting rid of these monster looking things and find out what caused it?" The girl did have some brains at least.
"Then again, I don't know how much use I'll be here. This isn't my normal 'beat up baddies' outfit. Though, the heels are cute. I wish I knew where to buy a pair for home." She stated. "Hopefully that beacon thing only effected this world. I'd hate to find out that there are others suffering too..." She stated.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2013 15:26:12 GMT -5
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Zidane could not wrap his brain around any of this! It was way too complicated!! Keyblades, schools teaching weird things, and now something about the traveling of time? His arms crossed over his chest as his head tilted to the side. He tapped his foot on the ground as he trie to think. In the twist of his thoughts and the struggle he had piecing it together his tail would lash about and toss up the back of his cloak a bit. Alright he had to put this all into perspective. He changed because this place, was a place called Halloween town? OKay, he could accept that. Trance often changed his physical state due to his emotions, this land did it with some magical hoo-hah. He was not real knowledgeable when it came to magic, except that it came from the heart, so the heart of this place was to creep people the heck out? FIne, sure, whatever.
With the way they spoke of these Keyblades it was like him talking about his Daggers. Azalea had some sort of keen knowledge toward them. So they were likely a weapon sacred to her. Whatever, he really did not understand all that well. He was never really one to delve so deep into what others meant, He was not even going to touch time traveling. He himself had traveled to many strange places, who the hell was he to argue and call her crazy? He tossed up his hands in exasperation. He gives up. It is really pointless to talk semantics.
The pair both mentioned some sort of trouble going on. Since he had only recently come about this place, he was really at a loss to tell the differences between trouble and normality. The the Gaian raised lad all of this was plenty troubling and abnormal. "So?" Zidane turned his head to Azalea. "So what if you aren't sure how much use you'll be, or what you're wearing. If you need help solving rouble, I'll be glad to lend you a hand." He motioned his hand and grinned.
Sure she was too cute to refuse, but she did to seem at an honest loss. There was never a reason to refuse helping someone else. 'This isn't my home' or 'I don't know these people' were just selfish excuses made by criminals, not charming thieves who helped damsals in distress. He reached up to scratch at his head sheepishly.
"Honestly I don't know what's going on, I woke up here after hitching a ride, but if I let such a cute girl go off into a dangerous situation I'll really regret it." He chuckled. " Plus, you really should help someone if they need it." And why not?Though he would really like an explanation. "What exactly are you talking about anyway? What are these 'baddies' and 'beacon'?" Those were the things that had caught his attention above anything else they seemed to prattle on about.
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Post by xiahtic on Feb 10, 2013 13:28:19 GMT -5
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Post by youngxehanort on Feb 11, 2013 19:35:49 GMT -5
She knows more than she leads on. Thought Xehanort as he listened to the girl give him a 'lesson' on the Keyblade War. Was another out there looking for the answers as he did? Or was the girl just knowledgeable on the subject matter? Questions and wonders raced through Xehanort's mind. What really hit him was when she told him that she was from the future. His body remained reserved as he reflected upon the news. In thought he placed his hand on his chin. An interesting turn of events, the girl travels through the strands of time. But what of her body? She clearly stands before me in whole, lest she took the same route I did. These questions cannot go unanswered, but I must be discrete. Removing his hand from his chin he started to pace slowly, stopping as he pivoted around he looked at the girl again.
"Traveled through time, hm? A strange ..yet obtainable goal for a person such as yourself." Xehanort gestured his left arm towards Azalea. "Not often does one travel in once piece, as it concedes to it's natural legislation." The Laws of Time Travel is what Xehanort was referencing, but he wasn't positive if the girl even knew what she had gotten herself into. If she was from the future and held such knowledge of what happened she would be a valuable asset. Curiosity piqued, he continued to probe the girl with questions. "Fascinating is it not? To be able to wander through the chronic corridors into other periods of time?" This time he moved behind the boy and peered at her through the corner of his eye.
"Have you met yourself?" Questioned Xehanort. As he recalled it was another Law of Time that you must exist at the destination you were going for. "Many questions burrow through your mind about the process. Don't be alarmed as it is natural for one to be curious for travel." Turning around he approached her again, staring at her with a knowledgeable gaze. "I can offer you my assistance with whatever your task may be. My many travels have familiarized the Worlds to my memory." Now whatever the girl was after Xehanort would try to weasel his way into finding the what and how. Once he was done here he would go back to report his findings to the other Seekers of Darkness.
Walking forward he pointed towards the town. "The town should be that way, we could find whatever answers we seek there. These creatures have even made an appearance on my World." Before he could continue forward he heard another unfamiliar voice. Turning he saw another woman with radiance that could possibly blind Ansem. "Halloween Town." He mentioned the name again, but briefly this time. Waiting he faced forward again so that when ready they could continue forward and to the town.
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Post by xiahtic on Feb 12, 2013 9:49:09 GMT -5
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[STYLE=font-size:15px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: justify; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:50px; color: #C5BBAB;] "Halloween Town?" Rosa let the name of the place roll inside her lips, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion, " There is no name like that at all in the Overworld..." She mumbled, in deep thought and worry overtaking her mind. She feared she might have gone too far with Teleport just now; what if she was in another world? She looked up at the young man whom answered her and, curiosity sparking, asked him a question once again, "Perhaps, by any chance, do you know a land named Baron?" Hopeful without choice, she asked, waiting for his answer. While she waited, walked along to face the blonde girl in front of them. She looks young, younger than even Rosa herself but appearances can be deceiving. Upon inspection, she had a fair face; crimson orbs tinting her eyes and an innocent smile on her face. She let a sigh of relief as she noted that she was lucky to come across the group. So, whilst the young man didn't answer just yet, she bowed politely, her grace and etiquette unforgotten and inclined her head, "My name is Rosa Farrell, a pleasure to meet all of you."Rosa waited for them to speak, in turn looking around at her surroundings. The more she glanced around, the more she was convinced that she wasn't anymore in the world she calls home and that gives her a sense of dread. She knew Teleport can only be used sparingly, as it drains the body of power, but she must go home before her people realized that she was gone. Her mother might do unspeakable things if she heard that Rosa was lost. She wished, that by coming along with this group, she would be able to find a way back. And so, with great patience, turned silent, listening in on the conversation as she waits for an answer. [/style][STYLE=font-size:12px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; text-align: center; background-color: #414141; border-top: 4px solid #BDA885; padding: 12px; margin-top:10px; color: #C5BBAB;] tags: words: notes:[/style] MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2013 10:45:52 GMT -5
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"Thanks.... but.... seen myself? Um, no. I don't think so. Why?" She smiled before she asked Xehanort the question, her glowing red eyes staring him down. "But yeah, um... I'm not sure what you're talking about?" The girl tilted her head to the side, a confused expression.
"Oh! I know what that means! You're going to help too!" She giggled a bit. "I would love that! Thank you!" She stated as she moved over and hugged the cloaked man for a moment before backing back up to give him his space. She stumbled a bit with her heels in the process. That's when she glanced at the new presence as Xehanort answered her. There was so much conversation going on at once. Zidane was now asking about the beacon and such.
"In the future the bad guys took over. I came back to change things and get everything fixed so that my future is alright again." She looked at the floor, a frown on her face. "...I'm one of the last keybladers there. They picked us off one at a time and by the time we realized it, it was too late." She shook her head, bringing a smile back to her face. "But I'll fix it and you guys are gonna help... I hope. As for this beacon, I really don't know. It messed up my time travel. I think we need to check the town to find out."
Rosa moved a bit closer to their group and Azalea made an unsure expression. "I read about it. But, I really don't remember much. That's in Final Fantasy IV, right? Er, I mean... In the Surface World, right?" Rosa moved and stood directly in front of her. "It's nice to meet you! I'm Azalea." She gestured to herself before spinning to point at Zidane. "This is Zidane." She looked over at the cloaked man and pointed at him next. "...and.... this is.... um. Oh I didn't get your name, mister!" She asked Xehanort.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 12, 2013 13:47:21 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size]
Hearing Azalea's explanation Zidane finally understood! He was in deep shit. He really was not going to try and wrap his mind around these magical things. There was good reason he was a thief! His sense for spells and other classes of education were strictly limited to his skill sets for survival. He did have a useful survival skill though, and that was his common sense. She was in trouble, and he was a capable person. He would do anything in his power to help. If something bad happens later, and she came back to stop it now... would that not mean-- No! Nope! He was not even going to even try! His cursed brain for trying! He crossed his arms over his chest as he narrowed his eyes. Well he already opened his mouth. He kind of regretted it after seeing Azalea's reaction. It was a momentary flash of sadness, but it was there. He was a sucker for sad chicks.
When another came by his head raised, only to spy another beauty coming hither. Man his head was spinning with these gals. He was really regret for his more monstrous appearance. Those claws and teeth made him look like a troll instead of the handsome fellow that he truly was! This fellow though, he got an annoying feeling from him. It was probably the pretentious way he spoke. It was like listening to a noble. His face annoyed him to! It seemed this Rosa girl was in over her head and, much like him, was lost from his original place of origin. Though his was more of a bad choice in transportation... He smiled brightly at the young baroness. She was finely dressed like one anyway.
"That's terrible, you ladies must have gone through a lot." Zidane nodded before he puffed his chest out and pounded on it with his fist."You ladies can count on me, so don't burden yourselves with inconsequential problems!" He deeply bowed, his tail jumping up as he did. He glanced over to Azalea before fully turning. "I know it may be hard to answer, but these bad guys" He used that word lightly. "But do you know who they are, or even got any clues as to why or how this happened?" Though he felt for Rosa's situation he had never heard of that place before. He had only begun to traverse this big, wide place. So many things that were unknown. And out here it seemed they all suffered from problems.
This was a strange situation. There was a big bad issue that rippled across time, into the future? Magic was strage.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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