Terribly sorry, but I hope you can wait a few days to finish off with Zenith. I've got to head out later this morning and won't be back on until...
“If it’s curial that you know, I’ll tell you as much as this.” The man circled around the boy scrupulously, like an animal, acquainting itself with a new object. He now knew the child to be an inquisitive one, and not one to be set back by blunt responses. “I came here from a far off place, looking for things that need to be found. I can’t say exactly what they are right now, because I haven’t figured that part out yet either. But I can say that I have places to go. I have people to find. Much more than anything else though, I need the names of the places and people themselves. Now, I can’t really attest to why it is you’re here. That’s for you to figure out.” The man climbed onto the top of the balcony’s railing, digging a pair of clawed feet deep into the wood. He would have kicked off, immersing himself into the crowd below, but curiosity struck him, for he too, was inquisitive. Rather than leap into the unsuspecting townsfolk, he slid down slightly, landing in a thump on the railing. He was sitting now, quite casually, as it felt to him. Half looking at the boy, he dropped the question that had been on his mind upon his arrival. “Would you call me a monster, boy?” Waiting for the answer, he turned around on the railing to resume facing the boy.
Posted an old friend onto my post with Zenith on page 2. The spoiler is a portion of the bio I'd like approved (or not) by you.
I'm actually thinking the same thing, what with the posting five pages. Thanks, by the way. And don't be discouraged by Zenith being somewhat of a...
"So, should I ask what you are doing here?" It was something unthinkable; but then, the “man”, if he could be called such, should have expected an inquiry. Yet he hadn’t expected anything of the sort, and much less that anyone would take notice of him so shortly after his arrival. Not to mention that this one had come in from somewhere above him, asking his purpose for being around. It might certainly be a hindrance to his errands, though he reminded himself that nothing HAD to be a hindrance. It was only such if he let it be such. For the moment, he decided, he would humor them, and move on after he had had his fill of it. After all, he thought to himself. I’ve no one else telling me my schedule. “Hmph.” He let out an annoyed breath as he turned slightly to get a better look at his newfound company, and with all sense he could summon, sized him to specification. He was as normal as the rest of them, it seemed. That remained within the realms of physicality. He was a young boy, adorned by a heavy top garment, and with redish hair that blazed in fire spikes. It wasn’t too different from what the purple skinned man had seen below. Yet at the same time, there was a lot about him that was different, that set him apart from the others in the district below. For one, he seemed fiercer, more of a fighter, perhaps. That wasn’t it though. Something about him told the man that he was something interesting. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. “Well, child,” he said with a mocked sneer. “You’re more than welcome to ask of my purpose here. But I doubt that I would be willing to answer you completely. So by all means, ask away. Just don’t be surprised by the blandness of what I say.”
Do feel free to give Mr. Zenith in Traverse something to do, eventually.
No, I mean characters you were, and are controlling, were a part of what happened. Unless you disapproved of the transaction of the children to...
Well, I already know how to flatten out everything that happened in Radiant Garden with Cornelius and whatnot. It's just a matter of you being...
There is going to be continuity though, right? I know some stuff was never resolved there, especially with the characters I played. But will any...
I know. But you had me place an object inside it, and now I wonder, was there I reason for it... is there anything that I can do with it, since...
I'm a bit confuzzled? Isn't it a bit preemptive to have Return up if Rewind is still finishing up?
Yeah... so that box that Xiao had to open in Rewind, we never really got to do much with that. Any chance we might be able to bring that into the...
“Traverse Town.” These words, a deep voice had spoken of the crudely constructed sign that was dangling over the front gates to the sprawling settlement. It made sense to him, assuming he understood what ‘Traverse” meant. It was a pace that all beings could find themselves traveling to, under the right conditions. It closed its doors to none, it seemed, when the man had processed a fair number of people gathered in its First District. They were numerous in number, and even more numerous in their backgrounds; even if he couldn’t know their histories exactly, their attire, and mannerisms in public told him that everyone had their own stories. So did he, though maybe a far more colorful one in the long run. They shared so much in common with him, and that was what made him feel the most hurt. He was nothing more than a monster in their eyes. Not that they had paid him any true attention since his arrival, of course. He had been sure to stay well out of the way of the townspeople, for he was so different from them in looks. Their fair skins of brown and white hues were normal by the human standards. His, being of a near purple coloring, would stand out immediately. It wasn’t that he was afraid of discrimination, though it was an unsettling thought, for he had never been subject to it before in his lifetime. He simply didn’t feeling like causing a ruckus… at least, not then. Not mention that he adorned himself in rags at all parts but his head and face. “Yes,” he said, in his same deep voice. “Traverse Town is what they call this place. But it’s not the place I’m looking for.” He took another look, down onto the small clusters of refugees from destroyed worlds from the balcony above a bustling café. “I wonder what brought THEM here though.”
The thing about Kai is that it was meant to be a remastered version of the series. They certainly rebuffed the animation, which is good. But the...
Really? That much I didn't know. I actually wish that the Kai series would have used at least some of the Faulconer pieces. But then, I don't...
I must say: It's about time that they decided to make an anime based movie of an anime that was actually realistic enough to be translated into live action effectively. Seriously, I don't think (necessarily), that Holllywood was the entire problem with all the other garbage anime (and video game for that matter) based films that have come out; I would assume that Rurouni Kenshin would have been one of the easier starting points. Regardless, it sounds like a pretty good bid, especially if Hollywood isn't going to be allowed to do the things it does do to make such movies utterly ridiculous. And with the creator seemingly playing something of a role in iut's making, then it's bound to stay true to the series.
A friend of mine introduced me to TMV's music like, five months ago. It sort of freaked me out as a listener, but I have to admit, they're something else, and certainly something interesting. I regret not having been listening to them more extensively... In fact, I think I will give them another try. There's so little things in the music world that are worth the time these days.
Just curious.... you do realize that the post themes titled under 'Rako's' name are actually from the Dragon Ball Z soundtracks by Bruce...
Name: Zenith [Koushou] Age: ??? Gender: Male Race: ??? Weapon: Yuukai; he’s still trying to figure out what exactly he has in the way of power and magic, mostly called upon by instinct in situations to use them. Appearance: Rugged could be used to describe him, if one wanted to go as far as that to describe the looks of a half-human, half monster sort of thing. In what little human features Zenith bears, the most striking is his structure and posture. He stands at 5’10’’, with a weight estimated at around 160 pounds, most of which is evidently formed under a well-tempered build of muscle. He is not too bulky, nor is he thinner than health would regulate. Essentially, he is just the right size, and of just the right physical temperament to permit both reasonably astounding strength, and on-par agility with a fair dose of warriors. His face is, in form, slightly squared off and rough looking, often found with a soul patch just below the lower lip. Though at the same time it maintains itself under a calm expression under most circumstances. At these traits, most of what keeps him similar to a human being is lost amongst the plethora beast-like features. Most noticeable is an upright mop of hair that never seems to grow any longer, nor deplete at all. It is colored a slightly paled orange color. Notable by a glance at his face, his skin is, awkwardly, a sort of lavender hue. Oddly, his eyes, while almost serpent-like, are both of normal coloring; save that one is all white with a black iris, and the other the invert of that. Hidden beneath the veil of a heavy brown travel cloak that closer resembles a potato sack, the rest of his body reinforces the fact that he simply isn’t human. His hand and feet bare semblance to the claws of a primal beast; a dragon is the sort of creature that comes to mind. Beneath the cloak, starting at his shoulders, a series of scale-like patterns, alternating in lavender and orange running down the height of his body. Stemming off from his lowermost back, a tail sprouts out, even with his own height, and having a clawed hand all its own on the end. Relations: ??? (But some of you might already know. Don't tell though). Side/Occupation: Ever drifting... ever searching. He is just a little bit of everything. Biography: Even Zenith remains, as of now, clueless as to how and where exactly had come to be. What he recalls from the earlier days of his existence was that he had been drifting somewhere in which reality was a composite of various different places. It was as though hundreds of worlds had been assimilated in a single place. Slowly, by the vivid sincerity of dreams, the memories of other beings flooded his thoughts. With every dream, he found himself looking at worlds he’d never truly seen through the eyes of people whom he did not know. What he did know, was that the primary people he found his dreaming eyes focused on, were of some importance to his own future. Still, he had no specifics, and was hence left to contemplate. With no company in the strange place he lived, seemingly sustained by the very thoughts that ate away at him, he descended into a mild madness. Crazed and desperate to find what the dreams were telling him, he rampaged across his abode. Mountains there seemed to crash, and waters overflow under his insanity’s pressure. Or maybe it was just a coincidence; the assimilated existences were always prone to act up from time to time. But Zenith didn’t care much of figuring that out at that point. He was delusional, and his attention severed from the world in which he had made his home over the seeming eternity. With the one tracked mind of pulling himself out of the gutter, he tore his path through his home in search of an exit. Of course, there was no escaping from a void. At least, not directly. By some stroke of either magnificence, or just dumb luck, he managed to forge a personal gateway through a shadowy pass, through into another world entirely. Finally, after endless counts of trying, Zenith had broken free of his chains, and pulled into the unknown, where he believed his answers lay. With nothing but a crumbling sanity as his guide, and strange new devices gripped in his hands, he set off in search of the places he had seen in dream…. Other: Character Main Theme Character Battle Theme Name: Cornelius Boroughs Age: 40 Gender: Male Race: Human Side: Light-Neutralish Occupation: Currently doing administrative type work with law enforcement in Twilight Town. Weapon: Stalker Keyblade – http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/kingdomhearts/images/9/9e/Dark_Keyblade.jpg Magigun - In the long run of law enforcement duties, and in an attempt to keep the public from panicking, Cornelius carries a pair of pistols known as Magiguns. Both identical inside and out, these are a general pinnacle of technological genius, and magical mastery. Each shell is enchanted and loaded with a standard magical spell, or some variation on such a spell. Appearance: A decently tall man, standing at about six feet tall even. His build is reflective a man who was once in prime physical condition, but has lost a step or two. His once cut body has sagged a bit into a small measure of fat that only the sedentary life of a family man could do. Outside of that, he is essentially a reasonably attractive young man, with a fair skin tone and smooth texture, as well as a face that remains pretty much as handsome as ever, if not more so. His hair is jet-black, and, especially these days, is kept slicked back, and organized. His eyes match to his hair as the same color, though from time to time, they faze into a dark purple hue. His attire, for the most part, is that of any normal civilian of the worlds in the administrative caste of workers. Especially those of Twilight Town. His attire is usually semi formal, adorning a pair of kaki pants, and some manner of collared shirt, a long sleeve sweater shirt, usually of a differing color from day to day, and sometimes a vest over that. It’s nothing special, naturally, but it gets the job done. There are, however, instances in which he will adorn himself in the dress attire of the old Keyblade Knights. He’s usually scorned for doing so, or otherwise treating him as a joke… despite his service in the Keyblade War. Relations: Renee (Lassiter) (Savian) Boroughs (Wife); Adrian Savian Boroughs (Son). Bio: Fifteen years back…. That’s has far as Cornelius Boroughs’ history seems to go, for all other information had been removed been removed by the old Knight’s Council. It wasn’t like that at first though. As the war amongst the thousands of Keybearers arose, his skills as a scout for the side of Light were recognized by a small elite group of Keyblade Knights, known as the Suicide Squad. When the need to slip passed enemy lines was present, it was the Suicide Squad that was sent into the heat of things. Either for recon, or for assassinations, the Suicides were the go to guys for anything that might have been too risky for the full armies. Some called them Punching Bags; others called them Fools. But one word that was always consistent about them: They were good at what they did. Cornelius, as he became known, was inducted into the ‘Death Runner Brotherhood’ shortly before the move of Light forces onto Sunset Horizons. Everything about him was, through questionable magic, reworked to conceal his true identity from any who might have known him prior. Whatever his original name was, only he will ever know. Not long after he was initiated into the Brotherhood, his team was sent to Sunset Horizon, where the war fell into full swing. It would be both his first, and his last mission serving the Light. His entire squad was decimated by the necromantic demon Xiao Kuan, though he was left as a means of making an example of her power. She did so with malice, and glee, sapping him of his soul, and shortly after, placing a spirit to replace it, breathing a half possessed life into his being. Rejuvenated, and fighting against the force within him, he made his way to Radiant Garden, where he found council with Ansem regarding the war’s progress. Spoiler It was here that he became acquainted with the children of Phisoxa. Realizing that the children of Phisoxa were the plausible keys to winning the war, he underwent the dangerous endeavor of snatching them from the elderly king. Fleeing the castle in success, he retreated to Great Maw, wherein he again found himself face-to-face with Xiao Kuan. This time, however, she had come not to kill him, but to offer him an artifact, which she claimed could be used to win him the war, if he so chose to do. After a short debate, he took Xiao up, handing her the children in exchange. Naturally, however, he was not to be wiled out of them, even for something valuable or powerful. He stole them back, but on that same token, left them in the hands of some people who weren’t as trustworthy as they seemed. Not knowing that both children had been ditched, he returned to Sunset Horizon, hoping to gain one last chance at bringing the war to a definitive end. Yet what he decided in the end, was to stay behind, attending to a misplaced group defenders from Twilight Town… they survived the conflict, escaping through a dark portal powerful enough to rip through the high concentration of power emanated by the other Kyebearers. In doing so, Cornelius had rid himself of his demonic spirit’s influence, though retaining life for himself. The escape was quick, and the defense force remained on the down low until news reached them that the conflict had apparently ended. Ever since, Cornelius has been living with defense Lieutenant Renee Savian, having married to her, and had a son, named Adrian, for the sake of Renee’s former husband.
((So.... how close is this to being over?))
