Well, I was thinking of playing through Cornelius capturing the twins. Say, for example, that he planned out what he was going to do before doing it.
I would certainly say that Cornelius and Ansem should be given a time skip, since their talk would have happened a few days ago (in character...
The problem is that I find myself with little space to actually max out in posts. I know you want the RP to live, but it seems like, since the...
Quiet truthfully, I've been losing interest. There's something that Just hasn't been clicking with me in the RP...
The orders he was left with… they meant nothing to Zei, and as well, he had an alibi to go off of if the captain was to spot him. He waited a few seconds, as she vanished along the corridor before trialing a significant distance behind her. The challenge was to not appear to be sneaking, which he met with a light, yet distinguished step, easily noticeable as one of loyal purpose. He remembered his path pretty well. So long as he kept the Captain in substantial view every so often, he’d be able to pull the surprise on her. Hopefully, he thought, Miss Savian will be able to pull this off without much prior directive. Cornelius fell silent as he pondered The Wise’s frustrations. After several minutes, he had managed to come to a conclusion, at any rate. With any luck, Ansem would trust him enough to carry it out. “You’re fears of the Light Army being stationed around this world need not be observed here,†he said with a fair smile. “You forget. I’m still technically affiliated with them, if you understand what I’m getting at.â€
Being that information had been what Zei had sought, he was happy to learn from the knight that he wasn't too far from the Captain's office. He wad even more joyed to learn that the Captain had absolute access to any room on the ship. That included the cells in the brig. With that information at hand, Zei proceeded to render the knight unconscious, swiping hid armor from his body, and squeezing it over his traditional garments. It felt awkward, but it would help him carry out his plan.* It took less than five minutes for him to reach the captain's office. With the armor on, rather than his third party attire, he was able to proceed with little question, knowing he had stashed the knight in a safe spot. At the door of the office, he gave it three good knocks. "Sir," he said, putting his efforts into sounding as official as possible. "Your presence is needed over on the brig. There's some trouble with s prisoner.* ((riku best field this one, as he has been, for the most part)).
Wow. This place is a lot larger than I thought it would have been. Zei traversed the ship corridors like a rat running through its test maze. Needless to say, however, that the rat would have had a task far easier task than he. Around each corner, there seemed to be a guard or two making their rounds. Several times, he was sure that there had been someone behind him waiting to strike; but those moments had just been his mind playing tricks on him. There was just too much life on board this ship to get a clear focus on every individual life force. It was around now, the fourth time he had felt that threatened sensation that he decided to forget about feeling out what was in front of him, and focus is life force sensory on what might be behind him. Everything else, he determined, would make itself known as he went on. Still, this didn’t compensate for the fact that he was utterly lost on board this labyrinth of a ship. “Dear me,” he muttered. “Dear me. What’ve I gotten myself into now?” Disregarding his own frustrations, he continued his blind search for some authority figure, or otherwise, someone who could be bargained and negotiated with to some even terms. “Maybe I should have just pummeled one of those guards and forced them to point me in the right direction. Would have been far less complex than this. But they seem to have gone off somewhere… Unless.” A light echoing sound came from somewhere ahead, around a corner. “Footsteps,” he mumbled. They were coming closer. “One person, by the sound of it.” Whoever it was would be rounding the corner soon. “Perfect.” His hall was narrow, enclosed to the point that would render most paths of escape non-existent. So long as he maintained a decisive offensive, the approaching soldier would have nowhere to go but away from him, not that that really meant anything; if his initial strike succeeded, he’d have the person down in just over second or two. “It’s time.” Zei pushed off as a solitary male figure emerged around the corner. Less than a second’s measure, the gap between the two was closed, and Zei’s fist piling softly into the man’s chest. He wouldn’t go flying much. The strike was imbued with a smaller amount of chi, sifted through the soldier’s armor, passing through the chest to the heart. The influx of foreign life force would briefly disrupt the vital functions, giving Zei a viable window of time in which to pin the troop down for questioning. Cornelius looked over into the corner of the room where the two children sat playing with what appeared to be a small stuffed animal. He was unsure if he had heard Ansem correctly. “Those two?” he said. “They’re… Miss Phisoxa’s children?” He looked at them in both awe, and pity. They could, it sounded, never see their mother if they were to survive this war. “But she… they’re… so young. Ones so young should not have to bear the troubles of conflict waged by the grown.” He leaned back, giving Ansem more space. Simultaneously, he fought the darkening urges that seemed to be swelling inside of him. “If I might ask, are you certain that these two will remain safe here? Should they not be moved to a les targeted location, maybe somewhere that’s not quite prominent? This seems to be a place that would be targeted by those of… malicious intent.”
A hidden power? The two words alone were enough to spark the Sergeant’s curiosities. He hadn’t realized how many people had been after the girl; but then, he never had worked closely with her. He leaned in closer to Ansem, eyes displaying a sheer wonderment in the news. All he could do was nod his head to indicate that he was listening. The intrigue of the matter only increased, perking Boroughs’ attentions further. “The key to rule over every world, and control every being?” he whispered under his breath. It seemed like the ultimate weapon of authority, that one thing that cold make or break the fabric of existence on the whim of its user. Cornelius’ thoughts drifted through such a concept. What if HE could attain such a weapon for himself? What if HE could become the wielder of the X-Blade? HE could assert himself far more than ever before with that kind of power. When Ansem had finished his instruction, the sergeant piped up a second time. “So, Lady Phisoxa is that in which the X-Blade, the ultimate weapon in existence, has chosen to reside within? But why would such a powerful relic choose to conceal itself within a being so… So unlikely? I mean, I’d have expected something of that nature to be resting within the depths of some different realm all together, rather than in a child. At best, wouldn’t it be most prudent to just destroy the damn thing? Who are these two people that are closest to her? IF they can be dissuaded from carrying out any actions of that like, then maybe we could stop such a power from entering unto the worlds.” He stopped rambling to catch his breath for a moment before continuing. “Forgive me. But what is it that would be most wise to do? I mean, as a Keyblade Knight, I really don’t feel that I can just sit back and let power fall into anyone’s hands. My duty is to the people. And therein, my loyalties must remain. I will do whatever it is that’s for them.” It seemed like saying those words had triggered something in the core of his being. Something dormant within him began to make itself known… something dark. I… I have to get out of here fast. Before whatever this is takes control. What’s going on?
The hours had passed by idly in the silent moonlight, wherein Xiao had devoted herself wholly to undoing the seal on the box. But they had, thus far, been fruitless attempts to understand the under laying mechanism that left it sealed. Now, it sat in the sand, the light of a new sun shining over it like an interrogation light, and Xiao circling it like the bad cop questioner. “Well,” she said, stopping in front of it. “Well, well, well. You’ve been a pesky little thing, but I think that I’ve got the read right on you. You’ll see.” Judgment manifested back into her tertiary hand, a well of destructive spirit energy honed onto the tip. “Ready… Aim….” Let’s see you stand up to me now! “FIRE!!” The shot dispersed, connecting square with the box. There was no unbearable flash of light; no catastrophic output of energy resulting from the inevitable destruction of the energy of the box. There was nothing more than a sound akin to that of a building gust of wind, and the subsequent dying of said gust. She could feel it too; the energy that had been blessed around the box had been broken down to the point of uselessness. Smiling, her devilish eyes sparking with greed, she picked up her prize. Undoing the latch, she flung the topside. The two halves of the container clunked together as the hinges on the back dropped them into one another, echoing out over the sea. This action was met with the flash of light, briefly escaping the container as its contents let off what energy had pinned up within. The interior, however, proved far less impressive than she had anticipated: It was nothing more than a velvet cushioning, left with a shallow imprint in which there rested, of all things, a roughly coined sized object, forged of a brilliant red stone. This, she plucked from its spot embedded within the velvet, holding up against the rising sun. “All that protection for something so… so small? You must be pretty potent.” For a moment, she wondered why she might need something like that, why ANYONE might need such a trinket. “I think I’ll hold on to you for a while. Maybe I can find out whatever it is that you do. But how to throw them off?” The idea came to her quickly; it was right in her hand. Using another portion of destructive spirit energy, she wove a new seal, wrapping around the box entirely as she snapped its lock shut and ditching it in the sand. “That’ll do. No one will even be able to touch it now.” As for the talisman, or coin, or whatever it was, she worked it into a rivet in her armor, an inconspicuous spot free from notice or question. Female Councils member? Moonlight hair color? Hmmm… He knew it. Cornelius knew the answer; it was just buried somewhere in memory. He had never been in such close quarters with too many council members. After a moment or two of searching, he came to the answer. “Of course!” he snapped his fingers holding a single index in scholarly fashion. “That would be… Miss Phisoxa, correct? But what does the girl have to do with any of this? She’s just another Council member, isn’t she?” “Well. I suppose we can be thankful that went as well as it did.” Zei stared down the cellblock tracking the knight’s trek. He looked back across the hall at Renee, whose face seemed to be in doubt of his statement, caught up in a ‘what have you been paying attention to’ sort of expression. “I think you and I can both agree that that went over a lot better than it could have. Can we not?” The nod of his head seemed to carry over the Renee, who mimicked him perfectly in a forced agreement. “Guess there’s nothing left for us to do but break free,” Zei whispered, placing both hands around two bars of his cell. His inner spirit fluxed, wrapping around, infiltrating the bars and through each other. There was little that could have stopped it. The bars, right in their frame, consumed by Zei’s life force broke out, snapping loose, and falling to the floor as a set. The entire front of the cell was now bare, free to traverse through. Zei was freed, able to move about the ship as necessary. “We’ve tried negotiation, Miss,” he said to Renee. “But they have deafened their ears to the voices of reason. So I shall go and have a word with them. I will return for you once things have been settled.” He retreated down the corridor, following the footsteps of the knight. Just need to find the Captain now.
Just so I know when the time comes, what exactly is in the container that Xiao is opening?
((Honestly, I’ve just read back through and there’s nothing to say what happened to the defense force. I’m just gonna fill in the blanks for myself)). So this is how service for the Light Army is rewarded? With us being labeled as traitors? I’ve never even heard of Tohawhateverthatplaceiscalled. Renee lifted herself off of the cot, hanging her arms out of the steel bars of her cell. It was more comfortable to be standing than it was to lie down on the beds. They were pretty much blankets thrown over a metal table. The accompaniment of ship engines didn’t help anyone sleep either. Across the corridor, the monk, or whatever he was, was sitting on the floor, cross-legged and apparently in a state of prayer. “What’s with you? Are you really praying at a time like this? How about finding a way to get us out of this?” Not opening his eyes, or even moving anything but his mouth for that matter, Zei replied, “I am merely maintaining a routine of meditation. It helps to keep one’s mind severed from the thought of captivity to allow the mind and soul to flourish across the astral plane. Perhaps, you should be asking yourself that same question. These are your men in these cells, captured by those who should have been your allies. Now, why not negotiate something, or at least explain your position to someone in charge… Allow me to help you get started.” Shrugging off hours of physical stiffness, he stood up, and drew in breath. “Guard. I believe this young lady would like to have a word with your leaders regarding our allegiance.” Damn it. Did he REALLY just do that to me? Seated proudly, yet modestly before Ansem The Wise, Cornelius plucked up his words, and siphoned them out carefully. “I don’t mean to go asking things that are beyond my concern, but as you can see, I am one of the few survivors of the battles in the deserts. Essentially, I’ve been cut off from the goings on in the conflict. I attempted to rendezvous with my brethren knights, but communications fell short of standards on me. So, with all due respect, I would like to know: what’s happening out there? Where have armies been moving? Can anyone still be trusted at this point?"
((I pretty much lapsed through my read through here. 'Round Page 120 of this is like Plottwistville. Anywho, could I just get a quick explanation of what I need my characters to do right now?))
Sort of caught me at a bad time right now. I have a paper to finish up right now, and then I'm leaving for the weekend shortly after I get it...
The Defense Force remained without motion as their weapons were plucked from the ground by the Light troops; though they retained a powerful, stone-tough expression under their duress, they each ran the same puzzled look through their minds, which would have showed through the looks in their eyes. All of them were now asking the same question to themselves: Prisoners? Of our own allies? None of them were more feverous than the Lieutenant, who had then dared to drop the question, though patiently, to one of their captors. “On what grounds are we being made prisoners? We’ve only ever supported the Light Army’s endeavors in protecting the worlds; and that’s ALL we were doing until just now.” Meanwhile, Zei had come to face level with another troop, who bent down to pick Severed Balance from its place. Before the soldier could even wrap his hands around the shaft, Zei placed a foot down, weighing it down against its would-be taker. “I’m sorry. But this weapon is very sensitive, and incredibly picky about whom touches it. It would probably cleave your soul into two just for brushing your finger against it. Allow me to remove it.” Disregarding what the soldier’s response would have been, he desummoned the polearm, which vanished unto temporary naught. “There we go. I’ve no weapons anymore.” Cornelius, driven flat on his stomach, looked up to the older gentleman, bearing a slightly ashamed grin as he stood up into a bow. “Forgive me for the rude entrance. I’ve been trying to get in for a few days now, but you’ve been out every time I’ve come by. I wish to have a word with you regarding what may or may not be happening in the worlds, so long as it’s within your wisdom to explain such matters.”
Ears still ringing of the sharp sounds of his squad’s volley, Greggs ordered the lot of them to ease, waiting the right moment. Down the hall, halfway, maybe a bit more, or less, two of the enhanced pushed through injury to retreat back around the corner. “No doubt there are more waiting for us over there,†he whispered to his men, some of whom still seemed flustered by the impact of their target’s previous defense. Those that had recovered were making preparations to give pursuit.â€No,†he ordered in a hard, but still soft voice; the soldiers stopped and turned. “Whatever you do, don’t charge them recklessly. I’ve already got plans in set, and you guys getting your asses killed doesn’t work well with it.†From his pocket, the captain manifested one the more unlikely devices that a person could have needed in this life or death situation: a pocket phone, which fit fully in the grasp of his hand. He fiddled with this device for just over a second before tucking it away into his gear again. “One… Two… Three…†Just after three, the hallway around the corner burst into the same sharp sounds of gunfire, Aether fueled energy blasters in the hands of a detached unit from the other side of the building. It was a pincer tactic: two forces enclosing an enemy from two sides of a narrow path way. “Alright!†Greggs said, the sound of his voice carrying as powerfully as a yell. “Let’s move in now!†Captain Greggs spearheaded his squad’s charge, advancing faster than most of them to the halfway of the corridor, where some of the younger members got overzealous, rushing out in front of him. All of them were being trigger happy, firing off more rounds per second than the guns were really meant to. He didn’t do much to dissuade them from pressing on though. They were excited about this mission; they had trained for it, and anticipated it for months now. His single action to their caution was a verbal warning: “Don’t get careless up there!â€Heh! Kids. Just can’t teach them to be patient, can we? ((Shorter post. But it gets things done. Kai really won't need much yet anyways)).
Oh. Yay! I'll need to run my thoughts by you then. Because 15 years will be excellent for what I've in mind, so long as it doesn't step on...
Ooooh! So I've plenty of opportunity to put out my current ideas; doubtless, this first chapter will see my characters dead, or otherwise,...
So the Keyblade War is poised to pretty much run through a series (again), right?
“Damn it!” Lieutenant Savain turned to the remains of her company, the lot of whom had already prepared themselves for battle. Full armor, not unlike the Keyblades Knights adorned them; but in weaponry, they had gone for technological force, rather then the mysticism of legendary weapons. They were still effective: lasers, plasma rifles and the like. And against a ship, the five or six members of the defense force seemed confident in their skill. “It would appear,” Zei said to Renee, “that your troops are loyal to your cause, and judgment. What do you intend to do?” Renee held her hands up in the ‘please be quiet’ manner, and addressed her troops. “Guys, I know you’re all rearing to stand up for this town. But we’ve been ordered to stand down and drop arms. Fighting now will only cause us more grief on top of what we’ve already endured these passed few days. So everyone lay down your arms.” The troops stood, stone cold and stiff like sentinels; they simply wouldn’t lay down their weapons. “Didn’t any of you hear me!?” Renee shouted. “I know the code of the Defense Force, to never back down, even when threatened. But this is a more complex situation than just some grabble of random heartless. It’s the Light Army ordering us down. They ARE our allies. We can trust them. Or do you not trust me?" The word ‘trust’ served as the critical turning point in Renee’s speech. Each soldier that was left dropped his or her weapons to the ground, more violently than was necessary. “That goes for you too, big guy,” Renee said t Zei, who’s hand was still wrapped around the handle of his Key weapon. “As you command,” he said, letting go of the handle, allowing the entire weapon to fall to the ground with a clang. “Unarmed,” he concluded. “Right.” Renee turned back to the ship above, hand up in the arrested position. “We’ve put down arms. Now what is it that you want of us?” Xiao caught the device in the claw of her tail, from there, stuffing it into the space at the breast of her armor, just below where her sternum showed. It was safe there. Again, she examined the box within which the mass of energy was emanating. “You’re a curious little thing, if I do say so myself. But don’t worry. You’ll be in worthy hands before you know." Eclipse manifested into her hand, already shining, and prepared to open her gateway through to another world; hopefully, it will be one where there are no prying eyes. Space and time collapsed before her, leading to an indefinite place. She went through regardless, and emerged in the midst of a world enshrouded by a calm night, and teeming with the sounds of rolling waves. Xiao stood on the sandy beach of a small island, looking out at a much larger island some distance away. “This is as good place as any, I suppose.” “WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T SEE ANSEM THE WISE!??” Outside the study of Radiant Garden’s King, Cornelius Boroughs had caused his scene. He’d been coming back and waiting for hours, maybe even days at this point; but each return brought him the same reply: “You can’t see him. He’s not in right now, and even if he was, he wouldn’t want to see you.” Of course he had thought this a load of bull, and since this was the last straw, he figured he’d best raise his voice. “YOU’RE GONNA LET ME INTO THAT DAMN OFFICE! YOU HEAR ME?? I NEARLY DIED OUT IN THE LINE OF DUTY TO HELP PROTECT THIS REALM, AND YOU SAY THAT I’M NOT WORTHY TO SEE THE KING OF A SINGLE WORLD? I TELL YOU IF THE KNIGHTS COUNCIL COULD SEE ME ALL THOSE TIMES, THEN THIS OLD HACK CAN BEAR TO BE IN FIVE MINUTES WITH ME NOW!” He cared for nothing the guards had to say anymore. Keyblade in hand, he plowed through, busting in the door to the study… ((Seriously though, how much time has passed by IC since this started?))
Zei was perplexed by the commands being given; the ship, he noted, was one from the Light Army. Aren’t they supposed to be our allies? He wondered about it until the defense force had snapped him out. They too, were confused by their orders. Preparing for the likely event of confrontation, he picked Severed Balance from the ground, and rose to his feet; not that he'd actually be wanting to fight the Light Army. But if they were going to fire their weapons, the least he could do was prepare a defense. The young woman, meanwhile, had pulled out a communicator, syncing it to the communications systems on board the ship above. “This is Lieutenant Renee Savian, of The Twilight Town Defense Committee,” she said officially. So, she’s a woman of rank? And she doesn’t look much older than twenty.“We're allies of the Light Army. We’ve just been attacked by a swarm of beasts down here, and are badly damaged. And on top of that now, your actions, and orders make no sense right now. For what reasons does a Light Army crew order an ally to surrender? We’re willing to stand down for you. But surrender? What is your purpose for leaving us with threat if we’re on your side? Clarification on your orders would be helpful, sir.”
