I'd rather you didn't make him so mysterious... at least expand on the events that lead him to having come to the island.
Can't think of too many other RPGs to merge it with. Most of my KH Crossovers are either conceptual, being KH with aspects of another (usually anime, or movie) universe being present. That, and they're pretty outlandish, requiring way more thought than I'm capable of putting into a canon work these days.
Yeah. I've decided to drop from this RP. The whole group set up had just thrown me off more than I expected it to, and at this point, I've lost track of what's been happening.
Quite surely I am.
Hmmm.... Liking where the RP is. Feels like it came sooner than it should have though.
((Hmmm.... I've a thought for this. I'll PM it to you, 9K9h. Also, assuming no one has taken her, I'd liek to play Yuffie. No one gives her much credit)).
"Know that this is the last time I'll be lenient with those such as yourself." The Palace guard, not even fifty feet from the entrance, rest upon the ground in both pain and shame. Upon his neck, a set of marking etched the hints of a chain having choked him t near death. "These cuffs did little to restrain me. you shouldn't rely so heavily on such things."Pulsing his lifeforce through his upper body, heavily concentrating into his arms, Zei pulled on the chain, which, after a few seconds, shatterd, leaving both his hands free, and the magic upon which the devices were dependent undone. With the attack of the dakr forces underway, he saw littel time to spare, and commenced into a headlong sprint through the city; Severed Blance took a handful of grunt lives, though in the mayhem, Zei was unable to discern friend from foe. ((Time Skip, because I'm sort of in a hurry)). From somewhere behind its massive form, aimed from atop one of the few buildings in good enough condition to stand, a wave of focused, seim-transparent energy flew forward. Upon the roost, stood Zei Je, hands and arms directing the wave towards its target. EDIT: Time skip relative to when the post started, as in, I didn't feel like going through the filler, for once.))
I can see my standards are a bit too high for the main arena. I am willing to excpet you both, should this become anything people respect.
A single pair of words carried into the cavernous depths beneath the unnamed desert world. “Oh Mixt!” The voice was that of Xiao, sounding in a sort of seductive, playful taunt. “Where are you?”-/b] A second call, created with a similar effect, followed shortly after the initial one. But both had met with nothing but their own sound, bouncing back from the cavern, through the natural corridor, and into the ears of the caller. Xiao was standing just inside the opening to the cave, lit by the torches that had been set up some number of days earlier. Still, the firelights barely glanced the shadows that spanned down into the deeper reaches of the tunnel. “Where HAS that man gone off to this time? He’ll be the death of me, I swear!” Head shaking disappointedly, she turned, and stepped out of the cave; and again, this single step had landed her an incredible distance from where she had departed from. Now, she stood at the heart of what had been the dark camp. It took just one look around to tell her that it too had been decimated by the battles. “Foolish me. Mixt wouldn’t have returned to this sorry place. Not in a lifetime.” For a moment her thoughts trailed off aimlessly, and suddenly arrive back at a finite pondering: Then where is that he would have gone? It could be another world of the light, or wherever it is he was deployed from. The latter seems the more likely. But I’ve no knowledge of that. The City of Light was indeed an impressive place to behold, especially for one such as Zei, whose life had kept him the most untamed of wilds. Everything within the limits of the city seemed to move fast, kicking time forward like a ball. It was a joyous sight to see what appeared to be thousands of people melding together in harmony. But at the same time, the thought of the multitudes was a depressing one. As Zei sat at the top of the palace steps, down onto a passing crowd of market goers, grief struck him. There was talk floating about amongst the soldiers; talk of conspiracy, and foul play. The city, according to the military word, now sat in the bulldozing lineup of the dark army. These people. They’re all so oblivious to what’s happening around them. Do they not know they could be in danger? Steadily, he gathered himself to his feet, looking back upon the palace behind him. “This place,” he said, half speaking to a nearby guard, “might well be the most dangerous place of all to be right now.” The nearest guards chuckled a bit at the statement. “You laugh now. But you’ll do well to learn; alas, the lesson will come upon you soon enough. Never mock the word of rumor, especially not in such large doses.” Before he was able to even take a step away, the feel of firm grip upon his shoulder came upon him. “Not so fast smart guy,” spoke the rough voice of the guard. “If you’re gonna be a comedian, you might well get yourself to our… heh heh. Comedy Club. Now, if you will.” “And I will,” Zei responded. “Do show me to this club of yours.” He held out his arms, presenting them for the cuffs the guard callously slapped over his wrists, binding left to right. His hands were, in theory, useless now. “Do lead the way. I know not of he structure of this place,” he said sincerely. “Ha!” boomed the guard. “Nice try buddy. But don’t worry, if you go ahead, I’ll… errr… point you in the right direction.” On the word ‘point’, the guard indicated the tip of his weapon, a spear, standing at about his height. “As you wish,” said Zei. “I shall lead the way. You need not point me yet though. I can manage navigating through the front doors.” With an awkward skip in his step, he walked back towards the entrance to the palace. “Oh,” said the guard as they entered into the main hall, “don’t even try to summon a Keyblade or anything. Those handcuffs put a stop to that nonsense.”
We've discussions to have.
((So, what of my possessed soldier that tried to get 'aid' in escaping the camp?))
((I'm aware of that. But that Norman guy was locked in a battle against Cratos, and Zei jumped in. Isn't that going to culminate?))
Then won't that apply to everyone who wishes to instigateone? because the day has shifted at the hands of, I believe two people, prior. Why not not establish a post number (per Rper), after which the day changes?
((Is anything more going to happen with the stuff going on in the camp?))
((This is a heads up to everyone who may end up needing me to post: Turns out I'll be gone from, pretty much now, until some time on Sunday (EST). So, Zei can be dealt with, or not in his current battling, so long as he ends up on the ship out in the end. As for the possessed soldier, I'd prefer if he got out too, though there's no reason now for anyone to latch onto his scheming. As for Xiao, unless Mixt is filled with the sudden urge to find her, she can be left alone)).
Quite Possibly, I do live nearby you.
It's 1 AM where I am. But for the most part, I can't get on at all hours, due to classes Monday through Thursday. Monday and Tuesday are usually...
((I elapsed into night the first time, and then into the next day. That was because everyone else was already in the next day. And right now, it's apparently night time)).
Minutes, maybe even hours, had passed by. Zei could no longer discern any nearby clashes between the light and dark armies; but that was rarely a guarantee that the fighting had ceased entirely. He had thus taken to maintaining a dominant presence over the tent, holding his will strong so as to keep the child from blindly running off. She was, after all, in his hands, and under his jurisdiction. Were she made a casualty, it would be his own hands soaked in her blood, not those of some dark knight. It could all be so easily traced back to him. Plus, if he just let her go, it could jeopardize his entire task. He shook his head at the thought. An obligation, left listed as a failure to meet, was the greatest shame that could come upon him, even more so than being defeated by an opponent, so long as such a defeat was disconnected from the mission as a whole. But at that same moment, he wanted to just leave, to break out from the tent, and join in the frays that were undoubtedly happening across the desert. It would be far more interesting than babysitting one who never should have been there in the first place. And he’d be a leap more useful on the battlefield at that. It tore his moral fiber into two, for both could be construed to be the right course of action. Yet a sway of good fortune came to him as a savior to this moral fiber. A Light Knight burst suddenly into the tent. His voice, while in control, adorned the frantic nature of a person in a rush to get their job done efficiently. At the bequest for his retreat from the camp, Zei complied, rising from his kneeling position. “Very well,” he told the Knight. “I’m not so fazed by the thought of running. Take the girl, go on as an advance, but keep her near. I’ll take up the rear guard, and keep track of the both of you.” A white flash of light extended the gap between his hands, forming into a polearm bearing a double-edged blade, and adorning a broken spherical Yin & Yang trinket. “And don’t fret. I may just be a volunteer troop, but I’ve my share of battle experience. Now, let’s be off from this place.” He followed well enough behind Norman’s larger strides, keeping up his pace and distance purely by the use of magical enhancement of his physical stamina. On the edge of the camp, he had come across the transport ship awaiting the arrival of the remaining troops on the world. They were almost in the clear when a demon of some sort challenged them. Seeing that Norman might have his hands full with the beast, Zei sprung into the first real action he had come into all day. To the eyes, he would have seemed to vanish; in actuality, had moved at a speed fast enough to keep light from reflecting on him. Just as instantaneously, he had come to a halt at the beast’s side, his hand forcing through to its head, imbued by a translucent concentration of raw spiritual energy. It wasn’t so much meant to be a punch though, for as the hand came closer to the head, the energy was released, a concentrated blast. The Knight had cut a quick path through the A-1 camp, finding nothing more than a series of ruined tents. The fires from the countless explosions seemed to have spread from the interior, out towards the outer borders; it all made for an inferno, swallowing what hope might be left for the occupants of the camp. Xiao’s buddies sure did a number on this place. They’re a rough crowd… but not as rough as spirits can get. Damn it! There’s not a single communications center on this base! There was truly nothing left of much use to the half maimed Knight. “Where could one go to find a communications link?” he asked himself quietly. “Perhaps….” His eyes fell upon a half demolished arms and armor tent. “Exactly!” he said louder than he should have, realizing the obvious answer. Stalking away into the armory tend, he found himself with a depressingly pleasing sight. Some twenty suits of armor, abandoned by their would-be owners, rest in storage within the tent. Most of them were almost trashed by the assaults on the camp, but there was at least one that still managed to keep at its tip top shape. The knight didn’t bother to replace his entire suit though. Doing so would have made him seen too suspicious. Rather, he took up the headpiece of the best armor suit he could find, and placed that over his head. It was still battered, so it was good for the charade. Yet it still had a working communications link, which activated almost immediately after he placed it over his head. “This is Staff Sergeant Cornelius Boroughs,” he called out through the link. “This is a message to any remaining light forces. If anyone is in the vicinity of the A-1 camp, I’m currently stranded. There may be other survivors here as well.”
((I don't know what you mean by that. All I know is that the whole group thing isn't working in favor of our team right now. There should really be some sort of posting order placed to maintian balance, as well as have a certain number of posts that must be made before day can elapse into night)).
