"She has a point about it being dull..." Quinn added onto Cammy's plea. Thankfully, Cammy was good at begging Sasha. The woman agreed to let her accompany them. He seriously doubted that she'd insist he go home. Even though he told her to treat him like any other, she still seemed to think of him as royalty. He didn't like it, but it did have its advantages. 'I might be a bit blunt sometimes, but i can tell cammy wants to talk to her privately. Still, it's safer if i follow.' Quinn inconspicously fell a bit behind. Enough so that he was out of earshot, but still close enough to follow and keep an eye on them. His magic enhanced his sight quite a bit, so it was easier to do so. 'No matter how you look at it, we're outnumbered. We've got to keep an eye out for the passing everwhere we go.' The hangman ignored the warning, acting as though it had never been issued. Instead he simply continued his eerie walk toward the girl and her pet. The raven left his shoulder and perched itself on a nearby rooftop once they got fairly close. A caw was the only warning that they had before a whip cracked at them.
I'm actually kind of waiting on her as merlin too. She needs to hurry up and post.
The hangman seemingly ignored the woman following him, just continuing along his path. He eerily weighed from one side to another. In truth, he wasn't ignoring her so much as he didn't know she was there. He had nearly no perception of the area around him. With his sight missing and his other senses dulled, it made it rather difficult to have one. That is, without the raven at least. The feathered creature landed on his shoulder and cawed quietly. Seemingly understanding what it was saying, Tristan Rains stopped in his tracks. There was a moment or two where nothing happened, until the figure dressed in black began to turn. Now facing Iris, his sight into the past took effect. He lived for nothing more than to punish acts he deemed as crimes. What he found in her past, plenty of them. He held up his noose toward her, and spoke in a voice that no one would believe was human. Deep and raspy, almost distorted. "You knew the day was coming..." Lowering the noose and manipulating the rope into the resemblance of a whip, he walked toward her. Spoiler: music
also, waiting on you in LvD
*bows* thank you
Quinn scratched the back of his head, unsure how to react. He hated this type of situation. 'Plus, she's not exactly being subtle...' "Please, Just treat me like you would anyone else." He pleaded. The formal treatment didn't sit well with him. If he had the option, he'd trade being the prince for being a commoner any day. He then addressed the matter of Cammy. He didn't really know her all that well, just that she was close to Sasha. A sigh came from the prince. "Well i kinda just needed an excuse to get out, but i guess so." To be honest, he hoped that Cammy would play the clingy little sister that didn't want to be apart from the older one. "If you're ready, then lets go." The words were soft, as though speaking to a child. His words and his thoughts contradicted. 'Come on, tell Sasha you want to stay.' OOC: Will post as hangman later
Possible theme for Vex https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ds7jGyA4E8I
I had a theory about the seven lights. If all 13 darkness' are basically the same person, different incarnatiosn of Xehanort. Then what if all 7 lights are different incarnations of Sora? There's nearly enough. Sora, Roxas, Xion, Ventus, and Data-Sora. That's 5, and it's possible some others will come into play in KH3.
Granted, but they decided you were getting too much and took out all the others to compensate. I wish Riqua was canon.
"Base, Rockin' the stash." The white haired man complimented. Once they reached the crossroads, the most confusing thing Beuce had ever encountered appeared. A cat. A stripey cat. Beuce stared at the cat whos fur looked like it would make some nice pajamas. Talking in riddles. He hated that. Riddles make you think, which was something Beuce didn't do often. <---Understatement. Beuce nearly never thought. A slight sniffle came from Beuce, before a sneeze. "Ah crap..."Beuce said, remembering his allergy to cats. "Hey Krowley, you don't happen to have any super special awesome magical futeristic allergy pill do you?" He asked as though it were a totally normal question. I suppose when it came from Beuce, may as well have been normal. 'If it doesn't matter which way we go, why are there signs? I mean not like they're helpful or anything. Who the hell put those there anyway? Hey, there's an echo in here. Whee, echoooo!' Beuce said, playing in his thoughts. It seemed the riddles did get him thinking, but not about anything useful. After he was finished amusing himself, the man turned to alice. "Alright well you're the star of the show. Well co-star, the main one obviously being me. But anyways, pick a direction and lets move."
Quinn sat in the back listening to the speech given by Caleb. It was quite motivational. Quinn loved to see the resistance members so pumped up. He loved to see it, but not cause it. Next up on the podium was Sasha, warning that not all motives were selfish. Leaning back against the wall, the words said that day repeated through his mind over again. Caleb really was inspiring. Just hearing the speech made him ready for battle already. A slight glance to the right caught the image of Sasha walking out the door, hooded and disguised. 'What's that about?' He wondered. Deciding to leave before he was expected to make a speech, he entered the kitchen to find the note she had left. Supplies. Yes they were running low, but alone? He couldn't have that. Grabbing his own cloak along with his spear, he set out after her. It wasn't long before he caught up. His stride was quite a bit faster than that of the average person thanks to his magic. He concealed his spear underneath the cloak just before he came into the sight of any people to avoid suspicion, the prince approached her. "Need some help?" He asked calmly. Elsewhere in corvus, rain poured heavily down from the sky. The streets were all but empty in this part of town. A lone figure slowly stepped down through the road. His solid black boots making a splash as they entered a puddle of water. Rain fell off the black leather coat he wore, along with his hat. His face was nearly entirely cloaked in darkness. The caw of a raven echoed down the area, guiding the hangman on his way. The most unusual thing about this man was the long rope he drug behind him, the end tied in a noose. If you had ever heard the story of this man, you'd be wise to clear the streets as well.
Username: Beucefilous Name: Quinn Basileus Age: 25 Side (The Passing, The Resistance, or in between?) : The Resistance Appearance: this Personality: Somewhat shy and secluded. Greatly dislikes attention and being thought of as a leader, but is quite good at it. Brief Bio: Quinn was the son of the old leader. And as such, he undoubtedly has a grudge against Vex. Although he is the prince and would make a suitable leader for the resistance, he tries with all his might to avoid that position. Magic/Powers (Does not have to know any magic if you prefer that) : Enhancement magic. He can enhance his senses and physical prowess to superhuman levels, but overuse will result in damage of that particular attribute. Weapon (Again, optional) : Spear. Additional Information: None
"Yes...Enough about my past." Said the heartless opening a dark corridor. The black portal contrasted the almost glowing white halls well. With one step through, they emerged not where one would expect. Rather than the realm of darkness, they came to Radiant Garden. It was here that R's means of time travel lied. However, more than just the old wizard resided here. To R, a stranger. To Gexln and Xero, it was an unpleasantly familiar face that turned around to see them. "Well, here's a surprise." Xindai said. He had only come here to do research, yet here they were. He knew this person was R from the description he got out of Xero's mind. What secrets might the mind of one such as this hold? He extended his consiousness toward R's. However, when he reached it he...he was blocked off? That shouldn't even be possible. Just what kind of mental fortitude did this man have. The dark creator could probably get through it with his more powerful techniques, but for now he kept his cool. R sensed it immediately. A darkness unlike anything he had ever felt before. The oldest and most fearsome darkness. The original darkness. Though he showed no sign of it, he watched this man very closely. Between the two, no words were exchanged. Simply a staredown. Both knowing full well that the other was a dangerous individual, absolutely capable of being their equal, the simply stood silent, not making a move. "Wait! At least i'm a devilishly handsome prick!" Beuce called, running after Luna. "I happen to know R isn't here! i found out from KHV. But i mean i can't go around affecting the plot with that thing. It's a joke. The only time i affected the plot was with the whole pocket thing..." Beuce said, remembering that he had a magical pocket. "Hey! Wanna get in my pocket?" That...sounded dirtier than he'd intended.
Username: Beucefilous Name: Tristan"The Hangman" Rains Age: 40 Side (The Passing, The Resistance, or in between?) : Chaotic Neutral. May help or hinder either side depending on the situation. Appearance: Personality: Mysterious, wrathful, determined, intimidating, and debatably insane. Brief Bio:Once a Jailer and Executioner. He loved nothing more than to put the noose around the neck of a man he knew full well was guilty. it was his passion. To deliver punishment for horrid crimes. But once, well after the execution had been carried out for a mass murder, the real killer was caught. Distraught that an innocent man had been put to death by his hands, he performed a mystic ritual on himself to make sure he would never make the same mistake again, but got far more than he bargained for. Magic/Powers (Does not have to know any magic if you prefer that) : Manipulation of Rope. He can command it in complex motions at moderate distances (About 30 feet). Due to the ritual, his body is immortal (The raven, however, is not.) and he is capable of seeing the past crimes of anyone he looks at. Weapon (Again, optional) :Rope, often used as a whip. Additional Information: Known as The Hangman. The ritual, in addition to give him the sight into the past he desired, robbed him of his sight and tore his soul from his body. Now without a soul, he is remorseless and some say invincible. The soul torn from his body now exists in the form of a Raven which guides him and is a sure sign of his approach. If one were to kill the raven, his soul would be destroyed and his body would follow. will probably sign up as another character later.
BECAUSE KHV IS A *****
Need you to post as Merlin/Leon/Yuffie/Cid/Whoever you want to answer the door since Xindai knocked.
Spending an Sp on Sage
Rowan listened to Raine speak about the hyroglyphics on the wall, then took a look at them himself after she finished speaking. "I see. How fascinating. Would you be willing to share what you know about these ruins and the culture of the people who once lived here? Based on what you said, it seems as though they were a very advanced people." The scholor inquired curiously. His goal was knowledge. To learn what he never knew. As a fellow scholor, she would likely understand this method of thinking. It wasn't until now that Rowan noticed Sol looking very bored, only brightening up at the mention of a creature guarding the pathway. Sol made Rowan...uncomfortable. Killing seemed to be his pride and joy. While it wasn't his place to question Sol about it, he disliked the 'passtime' of his. 'surely there must be another way...' Rowan began pondering in his mind about the monster. 'No...i suppose there wouldn't be. If this is the path in which we are less likely to be detected, we should take it. Being spotted will only lead to more bloodshed. It's impossible to save every life.' Rowan thought to himself, displeased with the conclusion yet accepting of it.
Isn't that what Karina is for? I mean it's not like she uses it.
"Well it was mostly the Aussie doing the arguing, but yeah that was me." Beuce responded to Luna before taking her hand for help. "Thanks. You know i think you're the first girl here that hasn't conspired to choke me in my sleep. You're not just lulling me into a false sense of security or anything are you?" Asked the white haired man who spoke very nonchalantly about everything. This usually lead one to assume he was joking while leaving a shadow of doubt otherwise. Beuce waited around for Krowley to finish the introductions to the blonde girl apparently named Alice. "So we're following a white rabbit. That's always a good time." "Le gasp!" Beuce exclaimed, literally speaking the word gasp rather than performing the action. "Footprints. Conveniently placed footprints! Where ever might they lead?" Beuce said sarcastically, as though he already knew where. Any fool could guess that they lead to the white rabbit, as they were about the right size and shape. not to mention the only ones around. Out of seemingly nowhere, Beuce pulled a magnifying glass and began staring intensly through it at the dirt tracks. With a wave of his hand, The wielder motioned for the rest of the group to follow him. "Tally ho!" Beuce called out in his best british accent.
