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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2015 2:13:02 GMT -5
| THESE ARE THE DAYS WHEN I SEE THE WORLD THE ROAD TO DISCOVER OUR WAY IS JUST BEGINNING. WITH EACH STAGE A NEW PAGE AND WITH EACH PAGE ANOTHER DISCOVERY. THESE DISCOVERIES WILL UNFOLD THE TRUTH TO US. IN THE END IT SHALL PREVAIL! ARE YOU READY FRIEND? | 0320 WORDS @zidane TAGGED Sorry for my crappy first post. The rest will be epic. :-D WORDS | With all the changes that seemed to be entering Ienzo’s life he found himself desperate for solidification. He wanted something in this “new” life that still provided a home base for him. He needed to find out all the information that was, at this time, unavailable to him. Scourging the library of Ansem’s study and the computer lab, the Schemer realized that Radiant Garden’s information was very limited. All these reports were on the same level of grade school picture books. The words on them were meaningless only refilling simple information and facts that he already knew. But there were questions that needed to be answered. How could the heart manifest Darkness? How could that same heart hold Light? What was the connection between the Keyblade and the Heartless? Could one transfer their heart? Most important, how was everything connected?
He needed a world that was full of knowledge. A place providing any form of information that he could utilize for his own intentions. The castle before him was the first world that came to mind for him. Though it wasn’t a world he was too familiar with it was noted by Xaldin that within its wall bore an extravagant library with hundreds, if not thousands, of books. Ienzo was positive most of the works included classic fantasy stories, historical information of the world, and typical ponderings on collegiate subjects. However, something in here had to be on the heart or maybe even Keybladers. Bearing his Organization jacket he entered the castle.
Immediately he noticed the Darkness that engulfed the Main Hall. It wasn’t too strong of a stench and had a presence of Light intermixed. There was definitely a battle of control within these halls but he didn’t have the time, nor care, to investigate. His goal was the library and he hoped that there was something in this castle that wouldn’t make this venture a waste of time.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 2, 2015 12:22:08 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves The night prior had been a cold and rainy experience for the rogue. The countryside was always an unexpected trial in weather, fiends and terrain. He was not expecting the shift from flat country to cumbersome hills and woods. He had been traveling with Choco: his faithful, Chocobo companion, in search of new, fantastical treasure. The ratite’s tough talons easily bore into the earth and carried him weaving between the trees that densely threaded across the environment. The gold-feathered bird was little weighed down by the swag gathered and sorted by the thief. The loot was bound up and covered by a blanket, settled on the bird’s back. Though it was not the treasure most expected the thief to hunt after. Sometimes treasure came as gold, and other times it was silk or cloth. But in the end it came down to value. The value a person placed upon an object would in turn dictate whether an object was treasure. Maybe even to these, so-called Heartless, the hearts they hunted was treasure. He had his own ideas on how to help his friends who had seemed to all find a way to do their best on their own. Zidane was riding through the woods, but was caught in a storm. Clouds draped over the skies which further obstructed the dark night, making navigation more difficult for the rogue. Even with his dim night vision, there was only so much one could progress without a lantern or the stars above. With the weight of the treasure on Choco he felt that slopping through the woods as the muds thickened and visibility nearly rest to zero was unfair to his partner. He knew this area well enough to locate the quiet castle. For some it was a haunted place. The howling wolves that filled the nearby woods only served to deter others, but Zidane would not easily be strung away by a few boastful fiend calls. The talons of his Chocobo carried him with the speed to evade becoming prey. And there was little in all the worlds that could or would prey on a Chocobo. Those talons and beak were not for show. Arriving at the gate the rogue had hopped off his companion and unloaded their gear. The Chocobo was sent off while the cloaked thief easily raised the pack of goods over his shoulder, which seemed to easily oversize him. After hiding his gear and securing it he was able to enter the castle to wait out the storm. He really disliked the spooks that roamed the castle. Heartless and the sort were not frequent in their appearance, but it was still a bothersome task roaming about on foot. Dripping along his path the thief had climbed up the stone pillars and took refuge in the shadows of the rafters. His gray, almost black cloak, shielded him from the chills that crossed through on occasion, but spared him getting caught by the more vigilant Gargoyles that seemed to burst from the stone busts without warning, at least to him the seemed Gargoyles. He was not quite versed in the differences between Heartless and Fiends. He rest with his arms folded behind his head and his hood pulled over his head. His long, twitching tail lazily dangled, the end hooked up as the fluffed tip twitched. He really hated waiting things out. It was always so boring. But it appeared that it would not remain boring much longer. From beneath the shadow of his bangs and hood his eyes would peel open. For a moment his cat-like pupils appeared only for the pupils to expand in the dark to take better advantage of the dimly available light. Shifting his weight he peered over the edge of where he lay perched, spying a figure below. The male smirked before settling into a crouch. He jumped over to the next, exposed rafter of marble, with ease. he wanted a better look at whoever this was, but they looked to be all covered up. Was it still raining or had it stopped? The thief remained perfectly perched in the dark before smirking beneath the cover of his hood. His tail still hung low, but behind him, keeping the balance needed for such a precarious position to be possible! He raised his gloved hand to cup over his mouth. “ Hey! You know it’s dangerous to be wandering around such a place. I bet the master of the castle won’t be at all thrilled you come lurking about.” But he knows that the master of the castle hasn't been around in some time to nip at his thieving tail. “ Something bad might happen to you.” Of course his words were in good jest. Maybe. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 3, 2015 2:00:31 GMT -5
| THESE ARE THE DAYS WHEN I SEE THE WORLD THE ROAD TO DISCOVER OUR WAY IS JUST BEGINNING. WITH EACH STAGE A NEW PAGE AND WITH EACH PAGE ANOTHER DISCOVERY. THESE DISCOVERIES WILL UNFOLD THE TRUTH TO US. IN THE END IT SHALL PREVAIL! ARE YOU READY FRIEND? | 0591 WORDS @malix TAGGED N/A WORDS | The profound smell of Darkness clouded majority of Zexion’s senses but he was no mere amateur at reconnaissance. His gift of smell was stronger than any beast able to distinct individuals from floors away. Anything and anyone within this building was known to him. The blended texture of Dark and Light beings was ungodly, however. It was as if each piece of furniture, tapestry, and movable object was gifted with a bit of Light but it was inferior to the stain of Darkness that kept this castle clouded in mystery. Surprisingly, or maybe not, it was fascinating to the Schemer as he made his way to the stairs.
East… or West?
Neither decision would come to mind as the boy assuming he was shielded finally spoke out. Ienzo first response was an exhalation of disheartened air. This tactic never worked and provided another reason as to why his composure was always mellow when around these other simpletons. But then again, this stranger wasn’t familiar to VI and his abilities so he figured it wouldn’t be correct to address him in the same manner he would Axe…Lea. Instead, his full body turned towards the direction of the voice. With a relaxed motion, he pulled back the hood concealing his face to reveal the overflow of bangs that concealed his right eye from sight. His coat dripped that last remains of rain from the storm dying off outside.
“It would interesting to accompany the master here,” Ienzo spoke calmly folding his arms. “But I’m sure his appearance won’t be a problem. Unless, of course, you’re insinuating that you are the master of these grounds. If that’s the case you may be more useful to me than I thought.” His words were probably rash but efficiency came with a price. His price was lack of compassion. He wasn’t as cold or demoralizing as Saix or sarcastic as Xigbar but he was focused and self-driven. Very few were successful that causing him to “fail” and it wasn’t a word he accepted very often. In fact…he only accepted it once. The cause of this being a miscalculation he never imagined to arise. He wouldn’t be fooled twice.
As for the person before him, the time he took talking was also used to study him. He was sure that the boy wasn’t the master of the hall just because of his positioning. It seemed sneaky and playful. A person who dwelled in a castle like this was obviously of royal, maybe even divine, blood. The condition of the castle provided a…decline of some kind. Something here didn’t go as planned and would explain the scent he smelled that had a trace of Darkness. However, there was some Light here, as he noted earlier, that provided this place…hope. It was something he watched and gathered from Riku. Hope appeared to be an ingredient to control but being a scientist how could he learn to “hope”. Confirmation and facts helped statistics at the end of the day.
He also figured the person before him was, surprisingly, about his age. Youth provided the ability to do a lot more acrobatics. Just from where he was perched no elder man would even try this stunt unless he had the ability to transport himself with the freedom as Xemnas or Xigbar. That could prove troublesome but at this point studying an opponent was a game he held the cards in. It was now to set the playing field accordingly and continue on his venture to the wealth of knowledge close to him.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2015 0:47:38 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
This kid seemed to have a real cat in his pants the way he was all stiffened up. The boy was not really trying to hide or sleuth, but if Izeno’s sniffer was really up to snuff it would not be unlikely that the kid got a hail of unfamiliarity. Whatever Zidane was he was no human, but no fiend, Heartless or beast! It was between emptiness and fullness, if one had to describe his presence. The way he moved was in a constant flow of contradiction. Though he leaned forward on the rafter, practically to a point where any normal person would sucumb to the inescapable force of gravity, there he sat, as if glued in that position. The gravity defying feat was but only the first of many peculiarities from the boy. First off, just to spot, was that tail. As he hung he would grip the rafter before twisting his body into an almost unnatural twist and drop down to the ground below him.
Every step he took was either so random or so calculated it was difficult to determine his course of action. The way his boot pressed to the ground made it seem as if he wanted to move forward but simply pointed his toe up so he rest on his heel. The cloak added to the deception of the way he moved. Beneath his arms followed the flow of the cloak. Even as he fell and fluttered down to the ground his arms remained hidden. The tail that had been evident when he was climbing had now sunk into the confines of the cloak.
“That -- I doubt.” The rogue pointed out when he made mention of the master of the castle. “Haha as if I am. That guy’s chased me around a few times though. Pretty spiteful toward visitors. But like that’s stopped me from comin’ in.” He grinned wide.
Everything about him was difficult to read. He moved in a way that was uncommon, he spoke in a manner that was far too mature for the age he appeared to be. Though his words were sharp and had nothing but informality lacing the stringed together words, he spoke with experience and confidence very few masters could even dream of. It was like he had no fear of consequences. Even his presence harbored no valuable sense of righteousness, but no immediate favoring of the dark. He could not be called neutral, but he could be considered an abnormality. He was a thief. A walking flow of contradictions born of necessity. The only dependable thing on this boy, were his expressions.
His body lied, his actions betrayed a sense of caution muddled up with a presence to act. but his smile and voice rang with honesty. Zidane was not much to look at. he was small, looked to have no visible weapons, nor had he carried any ill will as he approached the kid. The Angel of Death was quite the mind game, but a thief couldn’t rob you blind if you had your guard up! Zidane rolled his shoulders and looked to have crossed his arms beneath his cloak.
“I know this place pretty well. Found a bunch of treasure before!” Of course that was a strange adventure he had with that guy. “What are ya lookin’ for anyway?” Zidane was open to helping others, really finding no reason to deny him the help.
Of course there were plenty of other things in the castle that went bump in the night aside from a noisy thief. He really hated those Gargoyles, but more so those damn Mimics…
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►TAGS: @zex12 ►NOTES: It's easy to be hospitable when it isn't your place. ►SKILLS USED: High Jump CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE; EDITED BY OUREX DRACO
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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2015 19:42:38 GMT -5
] | THESE ARE THE DAYS WHEN I SEE THE WORLD THE ROAD TO DISCOVER OUR WAY IS JUST BEGINNING. WITH EACH STAGE A NEW PAGE AND WITH EACH PAGE ANOTHER DISCOVERY. THESE DISCOVERIES WILL UNFOLD THE TRUTH TO US. IN THE END IT SHALL PREVAIL! ARE YOU READY FRIEND? | 0427 WORDS @malix TAGGED Muse is adjusting from break. WORDS | Ienzo’s face shriveled a bit in confusion watching the figure before him. He couldn’t lay a finger on what exactly he was or even what he could be? Not only visually but also intellectually. It kept Ienzo on guard watching him, mostly due to the energy he evoked from his position. You could say everything about him was very cat-like. A sense of knowledge and purpose in his moments but possible failure in any mindless pulse he decided to perform. The tail would also key into that ideology but even then Ienzo kept an eye attached to the boy throughout everything he would do.
“So you’ve been through these halls before?” Ienzo quickly answered after hearing the little mutant’s words. His words were very playful in delivery. A sense of freedom within his character that was slightly uplifting to hear. He was definitely a being of Light and matched his stench very well. It was like there wasn’t a care in the world for him at the moment of time. Very similar to Demyx with the annoying, pessimistic mouth on him. What was a character like this guy doing here? There had to be something here of worth or was this “home” to him? This did seem very comfortable to him and both from action and words this wasn’t his first stroll through the castle. Hopefully he would know the location of the library.
Without a delay he answered his question perfectly. Even gave a clue that Ienzo figured would slip out eventually. ‘Treasure’. It would surprise the Schemer if he was talking to a Bounty Hunter from this world or another. If not that then definitely some Treasure Hunter of sorts. A castle would be at the top of a list when not piratting through an innocent town or village. Ienzo folded his arms perching his hand up to hold his chin.
“I’m looking for the access to this castle’s library,” Ienzo stated honestly. Beings of Light couldn’t typically be trusted and there was now no means of starting a confrontation with the person before him. However, he wasn’t about to spill out every detail of his venture to a stranger.“Within its compounds should be something of use to me. You’ve visited this compound enough times, so maybe you could tell me which direction to endeavor?” Ienzo held out both hands emphasizing both sides to the West Wing and the East Wing. Originally, his instincts told him to pursue the East Wing but he would see which direction the Cat man would lead him towards.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2015 2:22:21 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves
Zidane was not like normal Light dwellers. Though the lot of them sought Justice or to become heroes of some cause, Zidane was just a guy who preferred to do right when he could. His habits of thievery certainly cuz him out the running as a prince charming or heroic knight. He had over on the streets and unintentionally built a reputation as a skirt chaser and drunkard. He was, more reasonably so, a flirt and liked to start fights when drunk to harbor excuse for slogging his aniki. The could be a nice guy, but he was usually a pain in the ass for most associated parties, Light included.
A flash of lightning ripped across the sky, momentarily illuminating the foyer. The thief seemed to shift under the cover of the sudden, blinding flash. His own eyes were safe as ha back was to the windows. He had taken a moment to adjust his pants and set to balance to the multitude of belts that he wore. Though his action was not against Zexion it kept his equipment and form relatively hidden from the view of another. Old habits from the harsh reality he was raised in. It was a hard knock life.
Zidane settled his hands on his hips. So the guy came in here looking for a library? He supposed bookworms had their own kind of power in the knowledge they retained. There was always a kind of advantage to reading. The face the thief made seemed as if the mere mention if a room full of books grossed him out. In truth the thought of crawling passed stony fiends was none at all a pleasing consideration. But he supposed he couldn't let the guy run around on his own.
Zidane pointed toward the West wing, to the left of the ballroom with his back to the door. "That way is a no go. Nothing there but a long, dark hall that's fell into disrepair and full of fiends." It also led to a rather precarious dead end. "So that's where it's not." An admittance to having no true knowledge of its exact location.
But Zidane wasn't so cold as to let the city adventure into danger. Not only was there risk of the living statue Heartless, of which Zidane had little understanding of their true species, the bookworm also risked the possibility o of the master of the castle being about. It was enough his ghostly servants walking about as a productive deterrent. The thief reached up and slid off his hood. This freed his ponytail bound hair to hang loosely. With his face fully revealed it became even harder to identify him. Was he an adult or a boy? Why it very well looked as if he was possibly a young lass.
"Name's Zidane, by the way: World famous Bandit!" He boasted with a grin. "We can head to the East wing together. It's pretty big, two eyes'll probably work better than one pair." He was a strange guy. "Plus a library's gotta be fulla treasure, right?" Though not quite the treasure one assumed a thief to be after.
Or would be quite a journey, bit with Heartless an occasional threat to the castle's silence, would such an adventure be worth it?
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►TAGS: @zex12~! ►NOTES: Adventuring through a maze full of Heartless! ►SKILLS USED: n/a CODED BY ELECTRIC OF GANGNAM STYLE; EDITED BY OUREX DRACO
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