Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2015 14:26:50 GMT -5
WHY.. AM I HERE? WHAT... PURPOSE? JUST... WHATEVER... | ||
In the room with the Doorknob, a door opened on the ceiling as the Heartless at times known as 'Whatever', also named the Nameless Gladiator, as well as 'Dark' by Naminé, came into the room. The Heartless had once said he didn't want names, he still didn't care for names, but it seemed he only gotten himself tagged with more and more if he continued onward. When did this all start? He looked up at the table that was on the floor. Standing on the ceiling felt somewhat strange, but this entire world was strange, possibly when I met the night, he thought of Night, then things have simply been changing constantly. He walked a bit further as he looked around and found the lamp. The Keybladers, the Nobodies, the Heartless, the Somebodies, what else is there? Coming at the lamp, he looked up at it, the Heartless he was expecting wasn't there. A sigh came from the yellow-eyed man in torn and muddy clothes. Behind him he left a trail of mud, showing he might have just crawled out of the mud. Pulling on his hood, over his messy black hair, he stared out around the room, or rather over the ceiling. There was another door present, but he didn't like standing upside-down. Then his gaze went upwards, towards the floor where the table was and he wondered if he jumped all the way, would he flip around? That's like a very stupid idea, if this entire place wasn't stupid already. Still, he wasn't exactly capable of jumping that far. Also, he was a little bothered by how tiny in comparison with the furniture he was. | ||
Words: 282 Tags: Open Notes: And 'Whatever' is out there once more. | ||
YAZOO of CONFUSED MEMORIES |
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In the room with the Doorknob, a door opened on the ceiling as the Heartless at times known as 'Whatever', also named the Nameless Gladiator, as well as 'Dark' by Naminé, came into the room. The Heartless had once said he didn't want names, he still didn't care for names, but it seemed he only gotten himself tagged with more and more if he continued onward.
[i]When did this all start?[/i] He looked up at the table that was on the floor. Standing on the ceiling felt somewhat strange, but this entire world was strange, [i]possibly when I met the night,[/i] he thought of Night, [i]then things have simply been changing constantly.[/i] He walked a bit further as he looked around and found the lamp. [i]The Keybladers, the Nobodies, the Heartless, the Somebodies, what else is there?[/i]
Coming at the lamp, he looked up at it, the Heartless he was expecting wasn't there. A sigh came from the yellow-eyed man in torn and muddy clothes. Behind him he left a trail of mud, showing he might have just crawled out of the mud. Pulling on his hood, over his messy black hair, he stared out around the room, or rather over the ceiling. There was another door present, but he didn't like standing upside-down.
Then his gaze went upwards, towards the floor where the table was and he wondered if he jumped all the way, would he flip around? [i]That's like a very stupid idea, if this entire place wasn't stupid already.[/i] Still, he wasn't exactly capable of jumping that far. Also, he was a little bothered by how tiny in comparison with the furniture he was.
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[b]Tags[/b]: Open
[b]Notes[/b]: And 'Whatever' is out there once more.
[/div][/td][/tr][tr][td colspan="3"][div style="font-family:georgia;font-size:10px;text-align:center;"]YAZOO of [a href="http://khcmv4.proboards.com/"]CONFUSED MEMORIES[/a][/div][/td][/tr][/tbody][/table][/div]
★ CHILDREN OF THE SKY OUT IN THE DESERTS OF DARKNESS AND DREAMS OUT THROUGH THE OCEANS OF SADNESS WE SAILED VENTURING ONWARDS THROUGH MYSTICAL SCENES BLOWN ON THE WHIM OF THE WIND THAT PREVAILED WE HAD NO REASON TO DOUBT THE TRUTH DRIVEN BY DANGER AND DISCONTENT AND THE DRUMS OF YOUTH | ||
Truly, Ysera hadn't really been certain on what she was meant to do. Her current occupation had been that of a mercenary, she had gone to defend worlds, she had gone to help people, she had fought during most of these things. But she couldn't really figure out a true position in the many worlds out there. Now back in her own world, she still didn't know where to go. Home wasn't exactly her place to go, having left to become a Sky Pirate once. The Sky Pirates had long since disbanded, which had brought her to wander the world. Seeking reason, she still hadn't really found much other than a way out of Ivalice. But all those worlds were a difficult thing to process. And what truly was the point? That question bugged her as she sighed. Sitting on a rock in Dalmasca Westersand, Ysera was looking around for any sandstorms. She had heard the Earth Tyrant was guarding the way to the Estersand again. The 'king of Westersand', was it? Could go hunt it, but honestly... she couldn't be bothered as she hopped to her feet. Now on the ground, her wings spread and she started to fly a bit above the ground to take a good look around. Now what? She didn't really know what to do. There was sand, sand, some stones, more sand. Well, I came here due to the nothingness, well, it still wasn't the Void, she had come across a world where it was called the 'Emptiness', but it was all the same. Staring at the sand, it was at least something. There seemed to be some figures in the distance, but she could assume they were some kind of monsters. Hunt them? she turned around instead. Unsure what to really do here. It seemed all pointless anyway. | ||
Words: 310 Tags: Open Notes: Getting back in the game. | ||
YAZOO of CONFUSED MEMORIES |
[div align="center"][table][tbody][tr][td][div style="text-align:center;padding:9px;background:#FFFFCC;border-top:#DE9B11 3px solid;border-bottom:#DE9B11 3px solid;border-right:#0902AA 3px solid;border-left:#0902AA 3px solid;"][img src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b223/MassNick2/2014/Ysera-icon_zps60dc1285.png" style="max-width:100%;"][/div][/td][td][div style="font-family:lucida sans;color:#FFFFCC;font-size:16px;line-height:85%;text-align:center;padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:5px;background:#DE9B11;letter-spacing:-1px;text-shadow:#FFFF99 2px 0px 2px;"]★ CHILDREN OF THE SKY[/div][div style="height:75px;text-align:center;padding:10px;background:#FFFFCC;font-family:lucida sans;font-size:8px;color:#2E2E2E;border-bottom:#DE9B11 3px solid;border-top:#DE9B11 3px solid;border-left:#0902AA 3px solid;border-right:#0902AA 3px solid;"]OUT IN THE DESERTS OF DARKNESS AND DREAMS
OUT THROUGH THE OCEANS OF SADNESS WE SAILED
VENTURING ONWARDS THROUGH MYSTICAL SCENES
BLOWN ON THE WHIM OF THE WIND THAT PREVAILED
WE HAD NO REASON TO DOUBT THE TRUTH
DRIVEN BY DANGER AND DISCONTENT
AND THE DRUMS OF YOUTH[/div][/td][td][/td][/tr][tr][td colspan="3"][div style="width:380px;text-align:justify;padding:10px;background:#FFFFCC;font-family:lucida sans;font-size:10px;color:#2E2E2E;border-top:#DE9B11 3px solid;border-bottom:#DE9B11 3px solid;border-right:#0902AA 3px solid;border-left:#0902AA 3px solid;"]
Truly, Ysera hadn't really been certain on what she was meant to do. Her current occupation had been that of a mercenary, she had gone to defend worlds, she had gone to help people, she had fought during most of these things. But she couldn't really figure out a true position in the many worlds out there. Now back in her own world, she still didn't know where to go. Home wasn't exactly her place to go, having left to become a Sky Pirate once.
The Sky Pirates had long since disbanded, which had brought her to wander the world. Seeking reason, she still hadn't really found much other than a way out of Ivalice. But all those worlds were a difficult thing to process. [i]And what truly was the point?[/i]
That question bugged her as she sighed. Sitting on a rock in Dalmasca Westersand, Ysera was looking around for any sandstorms. She had heard the Earth Tyrant was guarding the way to the Estersand again. The 'king of Westersand', was it? [i]Could go hunt it, but honestly...[/i] she couldn't be bothered as she hopped to her feet. Now on the ground, her wings spread and she started to fly a bit above the ground to take a good look around. [i]Now what?[/i]
She didn't really know what to do. There was sand, sand, some stones, more sand. [i]Well, I came here due to the nothingness,[/i] well, it still wasn't the Void, she had come across a world where it was called the 'Emptiness', but it was all the same. Staring at the sand, it was at least something. There seemed to be some figures in the distance, but she could assume they were some kind of monsters. [i]Hunt them?[/i] she turned around instead. Unsure what to really do here. It seemed all pointless anyway.
[/div][/td][/tr][tr][td colspan="3"][div style="text-align:center;padding:05px;background:#FFFFCC;font-family:lucida sans;font-size:10px;color:#2E2E2E;border-bottom:#DE9B11 3px solid;border-top:#DE9B11 3px solid;border-left:#0902AA 3px solid;border-right:#0902AA 3px solid;"][b]Words[/b]: 310
[b]Tags[/b]: Open
[b]Notes[/b]: Getting back in the game.
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