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Noticing the momentary silence, Beuce sighed, then walked over to Ananta with a somewhat pissed off look on his face. "Man you just do not get it, do you? We're going to war! War isn't exactly the safest place to be normally, but we're going up against the agents of kingdom hearts!" He said, almost angrily. One thing that pissed him off was people not comprehending what others say (Ironically...). "This is going to be the most dangerous thing anyone has ever done. No one can promise any of us will be safe, but we really can't afford to be picky about who we let do this. If there's any less than twenty of us, we can't forge the thing. If we can't forge it, we can't beat the agents. If we don't beat them, he's dead for sure, along with everyone else on this world and every other. You can't be promised he'll be safe, not by a long shot, but letting him do it is the safer path. So, what's it gonna be?"


"Unfortunately, he is right. I'm not even entirely sure it's possible to defeat them at all, but this is our best hope. I cannot completely ensure the safety of anyone, but so long as my power holds strong, i will protect him with everything i have. Of that, you have my word." R promised. If she still agreed, that would make fifteen. They only needed five more, and there were still others who had yet to step forward. If Kaya hadn't...The memory was a sad one for the man, but he showed no signs of emotional distress. There wasn't time to grieve or think of what could have been if things had gone differently. The present was the only thing they could focus on."Yes, Sapphire. You will be able to participate. It does not matter if you lack a heart. The traces of what you once were remain in your body. The strength of our hearts will give it form, and you will be able to do it the same as any other." ​

Character Name: Bartholomew Blackstone
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:

Spoiler

Bio: Parents tell their children stories of demons and ghosts, goblins and monsters, to scare them. All but the most superstitious believe these stories to but nothing but folk tales, passed down for the very purpose they use them, but every story has to come from somewhere...right? If you think someone, somewhere simply concocted these creatures in their mind, you'd be wrong. They drew it from personal experiences. Experiences with people like Bartholomew. His family was always secluded, to say the least. Only handful of people in the world even know they exist, but they are the origin of ghost stories. Ghouls, Vampires, Man-eating spiders, every story with something that goes bump in the night, it probably originated from an encounter with a Blackstone. Bartholomew himself is a prime example of how the more...gory stories came into being. If you can see Bartholomew, your most horrible nightmares are suddenly made real before your eyes. If you can't see him...Well, nightmares are the least of your worries.
Primary Power*: Fear Manifestation - Can become and bring to life the innermost terrors of others (Uses this ability to make himself appear horrifying, and takes an appearance which would be generally feared, thus how he looks as he does in the picture)
Inherited Power*: Fear Detection - Can sense what those around him fear most.
-limit:
To start off with, he can only create weak illusions of their fears, which at first glance will seem very real, but upon closer inspection can be recognized as illusions without an overly large amount of effort.
Requires direct eye contact to sense a fear, later will be able to sense it off reflective surfaces, sounds, and eventually simply being in their presence.
Weapon: Sickle
Starting Location: The woodlands
Other: We need a good fear manipulator.
Theme:

The group seemed to be fairly cooperative, not trying anything stupid. One of them came up, offering him a deal. The healer he had sent for instead of being guided by Sven, stumbled into his encampment. The odds of that were slim to none, yet still it happened. He was to guarantee their safe passage in exchange for the healer's abilities being used. Orpheus didn't need to think about it. The course of action was clear. "I accept your deal. Even if i were treacherous enough to simply take the healer by force, there isn't exactly enough time to get her cooperation. If you heal our wounded, you will not be harmed. You have my word." The lustor general said, agreeing to the woman's terms. The red haired man may prove...troublesome though. He was the type to attack first and think later. Orpheus kept a watchful eye on him. In the back of his mind, he noted the oddness of the man calling her ginger, possibly as an insult, when his own hair was of the same color.


"I know right?! I don't think he even notices it!" Beuce blurted out in response to Orpheus thinking about the hair color. This outburst earned him some odd looks needless to say, but he accomplished making Orpheus wonder if he was one of those extremely rare three power lustors and his third ability was mind reading. That would put him on the same level as Mordecai. 'Man i wish i were that godmodded.' Said the man, in his head this time. Uh...Dammit what else do i need to reply to as Beuce....Lilith, right!

Beuce, making quite possibly the scariest expression that had ever come across the man's face, grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and pulled her close to him, heat radiating off of him to her. Not enough to actually burn her, but enough to cause discomfort. "Listen you little [CENSOR BAR]. Nobody, and i mean nobody screws with my markers. I will [BEEP] tear off your [BEEP] and shove them right up you [BEEP] [BEEP] with a [BEEP] [BEEP] [BEEP] [BEEP] on a [BEEP] [BEEP] [BEEP] at [BEEP] [BEEP] [BEEP] [BEEP] on your [BEEP] [BEEP] So then you'll have to [BEEP] sideways!
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[BEEP]"
Thus ending quite possibly the most swear filled post without any actual swearing in it there has ever been.


Jedediah watched the deal go along with immense caution. Orpheus was far, far too devious to simply agree to it without some kind of catch. While attacking would ruin any and all chance of the deal going smoothly, he was barely able to contain the urge. His arch enemy, the rival he was destined to defeat, the man god chose him to kill, was right in front of him! Yet, he couldn't touch him! It infuriated Jed to no end. He had never been more on edge than he was right now. His hand was itching to draw his blade, yet he contained himself and simply watched the negotiations, with visible malice for Orpheus.


"A smartass huh? Well, i got a little piece of advice." In the span of time it took Sven to blink, and while he was doing so, Nickel rose from his seat, and sprinted over to Sven, being inches away from his face. "Don't assume things. Looks can be deceivin'. Now, I ain't tellin' you jack **** about the chief, and i'd say that you crossed the line of "Public menace" a long ass time ago. Now, you can either come with me, sit in a nice cozy prison cell, and tell me what the hell you're doin' here, or i can beat the stubborn outta you and drag the bloody mess that's left over to a a shithole cell and you're gonna talk whether you like it or not. 'Do i have your attention'?" The man mocked by saying in a similar tone to the one Sven had used in his threat. The way things were, blows were inevitable.


The Warden stopped for a moment. Had he just heard him right? "Do you mean to tell me you've met 123 before? And you knew she was with Orpheus? How the hell would you know that?" The warden demanded. "Who exactly are you, and i swear to god if you try and bullshit me with your roundabout answer's you're gonna taste blood. I am not in the mood for it." Ordinarily, Xerxes didn't much care about the fact he was never straight with him. He got the job done, and that was what he cared about. But when it came to Cierra, that was a touchy subject, especially when he was in this foul of a mood. Outlaw's life hung on how he answered that question. Aggravating a bear was probably safer than aggravating the warden right now.

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The heart myst! First, he attacks your heart.

With an inflated ego due to Lilith's comment, The tunnel was barely able to contain Beuce's bloated head. "Yes, Yes i am." He said with a cocky chuckle. It was only a moment after he realized she stole his marker. *****! That was his favorite one! "And my face doesn't look like it was gangbanged by a box of crayola!" He insulted. That ought to teach her to steal his markers! Kindergarten law. Break it and face the music. Everyone knows that. Before he could continue that further, Feo started being a ****** and alerting Orpheus to their presence. Welp. That sucks.


Jedediah had a hand gripped on his sword the second he saw Orpheus. Instinctively, he nearly drew it and charged forward. His hand was shaking. Every fiber of his being told him to charge forward and run the heretic through. It took every ounce of willpower he had to not. Hesitantly, he let go of the handle of the blade. He gritted his teeth and raised his hands. Surrendering to this man was the thing he detested most. Yet he knew if he started a fight, he'd likely get everyone else in his company killed. He knew that, and hated it. The savior raised his hands, in a motion of surrender. He glared at Orpheus with intense anger, yet he was still surrendering.


Orpheus was silent for a moment. Maybe he was thinking about it, considering letting her live. Perhaps he simply felt pity for the girl and was thinking about what to tell her. No one could tell. His face was unreadable. He simply stared at the girl. The silence was more suspenseful than any words could have been. "You will live. By that logic, i'm the reason your parents are dead. In any case, their death no longer is of any concern to me. What happened in the past will always be in the past. Nothing that is done now will ever change that. Killing you would accomplish nothing but earn a grudge from Sven." Orpheus said. No sooner had he finished saying that, an insult rang out from nearby. He recognized the voice as Feo's. Turning the the direction of them, he saw the "rebels" that were spoken of. They each came out with their hands raised in a motion of surrender. He recognized one of them as the man who brought Cierra back to the camp like a dog, then wandered off. So he was with the humans then...Another one fit the description of the healer. Perhaps Sven had accomplished his task?

"Speak your names!" He demanded. The first to speak was the one with green hair, who looked at him with fury in his eyes. It was expected that some of the humans would hate him. After all, he was one of the leaders of their enemy. Although, the man spoke oddly.

"I am Jedediah, savior of the humans, and your destined rival! I've waited for the day we clash, as i'm sure you have as well!"
"Do i know you?"
"Of course you know me! I am god's chosen savior, sent from the heavens to defeat you and lead humanity to victory."
"...Y-yes. of course."
"You truly have never heard of me? Impossible! I am blight on the undead, and the one who will defeat you eventually!"
"...Right...Of course..."


The man who was in the house looked at Sven, threatening him with a slow painful death if he didn't tell him where the chief was. "Look kid, I dunno what kind of urget matters you got with him, but walking in here and killing the humans ain't no way to get him to listen. The chief is a bit of a hardhead. So why don't you go turn 'round, walk out that door, come back in, and ask nicely, Or this is gonna get ugly."​

They wore a moon condom /save

Aquaman happens to be vacationing in the lake and saves him. /save

Beuce let out a slight snort as Ananta threatened to "kick him out of her world" R was like...the most OP thing ever. Ananta was...Well, let's just say Stratos and leave it at that. "Oh, pfft, okay" The man began, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, why don't you just go ahead and send on over the guy who can pull that one off? What was his name again? Micheal Mcdoesntexist? Something like that." Beuce taunted. Along with everyone else, he pretty much agreed that R, if he wanted to, was easily capable of taking down everyone in the room. He'd seen what that final form could do. Black sun was handy for dealing with masses, or a really big target, but in a one on one fight, that guy was just broken. The entire concept of a melee fight was finding an opening in your opponent's form to strike in, while covering your own. He could make any shape anywhere he wanted. Meaning he could instantly close any opening he happened to leave (which wasn't many) and force one onto his opponent.

R sighed as Ananta accused him of sacrificing everyone there in order to forge the weapon. It went without saying that he had no intention of doing so, but some people were rather ignorant and discriminatory. She distrusted darkness and anything to do with it, hated it even. Then again, most from the light did. Not without reason though. Darkness had been a threat since time immemorial, and a force not widely understood. The darkness, in truth, had no real properties. Not evil, nor good. Not powerful, nor weak. However, it could adapt to become and take on nearly any property. That was why it was so versatile as to become the many weapons and magics R used in battle. "You need not fear, sage of the crystal. I do not intend to sacrifice anyone, and conflict between us will not be necessary, And i believe you'll find that this does qualify as a quite detailed source of information on it." R said, lightly tossing the report on the X-blade to her. Perhaps that would make her understand, although she did seem to be somewhat thick headed.

"Yeah, so shut up and stop pretending you know what you're talking about. He has a scarf, flowy clothing, and Liam O'brien's voice, therefore he automatically knows everything, so let him talk."

"...I-"

"Everyone stop talking! Shh! Who's still talking? Oh that's me."


"...I will not force anyone to participate. If you do not wish to participate, you do not have to. It's true that none of us fully understand the X-blade, and this is just a theory to attempt to gather the pieces. Such an act has never been done before, and there is no telling what will happen." R warned the audience who had assembled. He looked around for a moment. "If you would aid this plan, speak now."

Beuce was the first to step forward. "Well you know i'm doing it. Those agents messed up my hair." However misguided the reason, Beuce was ready and willing to help with the dive to the heart.

The next to speak up was Ghost. He stepped forward, next to Caleb. "I too will aid you. Perhaps this way, i can atone for my sins."

That was three. R awaited more volunteers to speak up.

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Of course it would. The wait for KH3 is probably going to be a long one regardless from all they have to do to make it, so about six months or so extra probably isn't going to make too much difference if it means something like online multiplayer. I've been waiting for a KH game with true online multiplayer for a long time.

I think i'm gonna say aqua.
She ended up trapped in the realm of darkness for years, with things like hunter of the dark running around.

For all we know, there's probably hundreds of those things in there.

I'm going to go ahead and vote Cstar too, for similar reasons listed.

As the two seemed to calm down, Xepphiras approached R. She claimed that the fault lied with her, as she had listened to their instructions. "You needn't blame yourself. You sought them out to train you, and merely followed their instructions. You are not the one to blame here." R said, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. She was a kind soul, willing to shoulder burdens in place of others. People she barely knew. It was exactly that kind of person, the kind that would wield the power faithfully, without corruption. Breaking off the conversation, he continued into the hall of the mother crystal.

With everyone having gathered into the main hall, R took the front, and began to explain their plan for victory over the agents. "I have discovered a means of fighting against Kingdom Hearts. As you know, Kingdom Hearts is a primordial existence, and the origin of all hearts, but alongside it existed another entity. The X-blade. The latter of the two was fought over during the first Keyblade war, and ended up being shattered into twenty pieces. However, there was one who knew about it far more than any other. Xindai. In his archives, i believe i have found a way to reforge the X-blade. With it, we may be able to fight back against even the agents. The weapon is a living entity in and of itself. When it chooses to do so, it will manifest itself in the hearts or bodies of twenty people. Their origin or situation is irrelevant, as it can take nearly any shape to suit its host." R spoke, giving an idea of what needed to be done.

Next, came exactly how they were going to go about this. "If we are to obtain it, then we must ensure that it chooses us as its hosts. My theory is that it would be drawn to strength of will, as keyblades are replications of it, and act under similar means. Are you familiar with the concept of a dive to the heart?" There were nods from around. Everyone knew what it was. It was what discerned the path you took, and the abilities you obtained. A sort of awakening of your inner self. "It is possible for more than one person to enter a dive to the heart, but what we're going to do, is conjoin twenty separate dives into one massive event. Perhaps then, the X-blade will become of use to us."
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Oh, okay. Carry on then.

It is not even possible for her to godmod! What are you on man!

Orpheus ran the name through his head...Escravo...It was impossible, but she did say that her parents were dangerous criminals..."Yes...I know who your parents were...And knowing that, i can see why you were locked up for being their daughter. Your parents were...Dangerous to say the least. Not only that..." Orpheus paused, as if trying to find the right way to say it. "They're the reason my parents are dead." Said the general grimly. He thought back on it, though he felt no pain or regret. He had come to terms with their deaths a long time ago. The scars of the past had long since closed, and he was no longer fazed by the thought of such a gruesome scene.

Spoiler: Pretty graphic. Seriously. if you cant handle gore, do not open.

The young general-to-be ran across the marble floor, his consciousness fading rapidly. The only thing that kept him alive was pure fear, he had to get away from these people. He had to find his father, then he'd be safe. There were two people in the house, a man and a woman. The fact they were lustors was obvious by their incredible power. The boy had been beaten senseless by the pair, and had a gaping wound in the side of his head. A crimson fluid blurred the vision in his left eye. All he could think about was that he had to get to the safety of his father's side. His father was a powerful lustor, he could easily kill the duo invading their home. He was leaving a trail of blood behind him, so the two could easily track him down, but salvation was within sight. the door to his father's bedroom was mere steps away. As fast as his torn legs could carry him, he bolted for the door.

But when he opened it, he felt no embrace of safety. There was no caring father for him to hide behind. Instead, all five of his senses were assaulted with the overpowering sense of death. The odor of blood filled his nose. The salty taste of the iron fumes rolled across his tongue, making him want to vomit. His skin was cold with the sweat, induced by fear running down his face. The sound of a repulsive "splat" as something wet hit against the wall, but the sight. The sight was the worst of it. A gory sight was brought into his vision by the dim light of the moon. His mother...Her stomach was wide open, a gaping hole in her body. The contents, her entrails, were splattered against the wall and over the furniture like some sort of sick decoration. Her clothes had been torn from her body, likely for the purpose of unspeakable acts.

His father, or at least what was left of him, lay on the other side of the bed. The entire lower half of his face was missing. His tongue lay out onto his neck, no jaw to separate the two. His sword was clutched in his hands, as though he had tried to put up a fight, but had been struck down. The position his eyes were in was towards his wife. It seemed he had seen the woman he loved in utter fear and agony as they raped and disemboweled her as his last sight in this world, unable to do anything to help her. The son of the two looked onto the sight in utter horror, but was soon flung across the room by a telekinetic force. As he hit the wall, he heard a pop, and immediately knew he had dislocated his shoulder. Blood from the various wounds had dripped away from him as he flew across the room, leaving behind a trail to him.

Faintly, he heard sinister voices proclaiming that he should have gotten out of the house when he had the chance, because they weren't going to let him escape a second time. They were going to finish what they started. The young boy was raised up against the wall as the pair closed in on him, stepping over his father. They looked at his throat with sadistic eyes, so many ways they could kill him. What would be the best? They could draw and quarter him, or crush his ribs one by one until the shards stuck out of his chest in an artistic fashion. The two debated the infinite ways to end Orpheus' life, but they never got the chance. A deep red appeared on the neck of the female, followed by her head falling from her body. The man spun around, just in time for the bloody mess that was once Orpheus' father, a general of the lustors, to run him through with the black sword in his hands and pin him to the wall.

At first, Orpheus thought somehow his father had survived the wounds and come to save him, but he realized the error in this upon looking closer. Once the two had been killed, he simply loomed there over Orpheus, his tongue hanging out unconstrained by the jaw that was no longer there. He didn't even look at Orpheus, just simply stood there like a mindless soldier awaiting orders. Upon struggling to his feet, Orpheus called for his father to look at him. The man obeyed. There was no life in his eyes. They were as dull, like a corpse. No...Not like. That's exactly what they were. The eyes of a corpse. His father had not survived. Thinking about the way he had obeyed his command, Orpheus told his father to bring the body of his mother to him. The ghoul did as it was told. In order to test something, Orpheus wiped some of the blood off his face and onto the woman held by his new found servant. Sure enough, she lifted her head. Orpheus had discovered his power as a lustor. He could bring back the dead. Actually...that wasn't quite right. All he could do was command the bodies of those that once were. The master of death...People always told him he was a dark person, but this was taking it to a new level. Unable to handle the stress of the situation, Orpheus fell to his knees and passes out, the two arisen nobles standing guard over him in his unconsciousness. They weren't his parents...Not anymore.

As Orpheus finished conveying the story to Cierra, He looked down at his hand. It was severely scalded, but he showed no signs of it hurting. Instead, he was simply gathering his thoughts, trying to place his opinion of the situation. Of Cierra. Several lustors around looked shocked at the graphic nature of the general's and the girl's pasts, apparently having been listening. Even more so than that, the tone Orpheus had told the story in. As though he were simply reading it off of a script, uncaring what the words meant. Some began to question his sanity, as well as his humanity. But then, if those two things were lost on him, could one really say that would be less human than coming out of that without a mind etched with scars?


The warden grunted as Outlaw asked what Orpheus had done to land himself in his bad favor. The thought of the event filled the man with rage. "Let's just say he got in the way of me and my target." He said, obviously sore about losing. Not paying much mind to what Maye said, the enormous man set out the door, and off in the direction of Castle Mordecai. There was blood to be spilled, and a message to be sent.


Jedediah glared at Feo, the ******* had evaded their attacks. Thankfully, Emi had managed to calm the spirita. Jedediah listed to the conversation between Emi and Feo, as they spoke of their origins, and something of a goddess? Interesting. Perhaps the lord could take more than a single form. In any case, he gave a heroic smile to Lilith, who was cheering him on with some notable energy. She was usually an energetic one, it was a shame that the energy she used was often toward crime. He stuck near her in an attempt to convert her to a more calm life. Before he could further the thought, a voice called out from further down into the tunnel.


Beuce walked into the scene shortly after the spirits had stopped attacking. "So, sup? How's it hanging? Weren't you dead?" Beuce casually asked Feo, but seemed to just dismiss it as though he had overcome it as one would a cold. Looking over, he saw a golden opportunity in the unconscious Hunter. Pulling out a drawing utensil, he walked over to him to draw on his face. However, something stopped him. He seemed physically incapable of doing anything to him. What...What the hell was going on. Looking toward his writer with a puzzled face, he wondered what was going on. "We don't have permission. The rules forbid it." Beuce was shocked to hear it. The...the rules? People followed those?! Never in his life had he been restrained by such a thing! Grumpily, the white haired lustor put away his writing utensil and decided to wait until something plot significant happened. ​

Beuce made a rather sad face as Karina walked away, refusing to desecrate his dead body with the aerial slam that was off cooldown due to mok not bothering to change it.

When i said "Break the fourth wall" i didn't think that included the site i did it on...

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