Keyblade War: Once apon a time......

Fardel entered the throne room first, with the other two behind him, and simply stared at the emperor. He honestly didn't know what to say first... 'Sorry for attacking you' or 'I would like to join your army'

 

OOC: If it isnt too late, I would like to join as well.
Name: Mark Solflame
Age: 16
Weapon: Keyblades: Lionheart/Bond of Flame (typically only used one at a time, though somtimes he'll use both)
Gender: Male
Relationships: two dead parents
Side/Occupation: Explorer/Cartographer
Appearance:

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Bio: Mark was orphaned at a young age, and he doesn't know who his parents were. Growing up he was picked on a lot, but as he got older he began to protect some of the younger children in the orphanage, knowing what they were going through. At the age of 14 he ran away from the orphanage and found a love for the unknown, later he would buy his own and set out to explore the world, making maps of previously uncharted places.

 

OOC: When pulling images off of Google, be sure to click "Full-size image" on the left to get the actual image url. For ease of other people reading the bio the appearance is this. I can't really say much else. I'm sure we're taking people but Riku needs to be the one to confirm you.

IC: Michelo was the one to break the momentary silence. "Sorry to interrupt. Despite a terrible first impression all three of us would like to enter your military"

 

OOC: sorry for the trouble... I know that I need to go to the full sized image, I almost always do, sorry, I've been very sick the past few days and I have a horrible headache.

 

"Join my military?" the Emperor asked "You do realise he tried to kill me?" The Emperor said pointing to Fardel. The Emperor sighed and sat there for a moment, Alisha looked over everyone, she feared the Emperor might jump out of his seat and get payback on Fardel. "Fine" The Emperor eventually said, "I couldn't care less, usually these matters are handled by my personal forces but meh" The Emperor said "Actually your timing is perfect" he said getting off his throne and walking towards the group "You see Alisha here needs someone to escourt her on an assiment, and my personal forces are busy, and the Army is stretched thin, so you will do"

 

"Emperor!" Outcried Fardel "Listen, I know my actions now do not dismiss my actions from before... but... I would like to ask you for forgiveness. I am sorry about what happened earlier. I don't want your trust or anything else but your forgiveness."

 

Storm put a hand to Fardel's back and softly smiled to him. then he stepped forward, looking over to Alisha when the emperor pointed to her and looked over to the emperor himself."We'll have her there and back in no time!"He said, saluting with a soft grin.

 

"Go" the Emperor said as Alisha bowed and left the thrown room.

 

"Well that was easier than expected" Michelo said after they left the room. "Though could we please get some food. The excitement of these last few hours hasn't helped my situation any..." as if to accentuate the point, Michello stomach growled loudly.

 

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Fardel looked at Michelo and said "Really? I've gone days without eating food before, and here you are complaining that we haven't eaten anyth-" However, before he finished his sentance, his stomach also began growling. "... Well, eating actually doesn't sound like a bad idea."

 

"The last thing I ate was a squirrel four days ago" Michelo said, a bit angered by Fardel's initial lack of empathy, however once he started thinking about it the anger faded "It was a nice squirrel though, a little chubby, surprisingly tender considering I hadn't bothered to cook it entirely through. Honestly though I'm just glad it was edible and not diseased or anything."

 

Storm blinked, watching the two guys and smiled."Might as well get something for the trip, like they say, an army marches on its stomach."He said, walking behind the group.

 

"Well, I just hope that we get some real food. I don't think I would survive a battle on squirrel... Even if it were a disease free one..." said Fardel

Fardel turned his head to Storm "Really? I don't think I've ever heard that saying before. Although, I never really got out my village much. By the way, you two know enough about me, yet I know nothing about either of you... Where did you guys come from? And how did you get wrapped up in all of this?"

 

"Well I've been living out in the woods. There has been less game recently so out of desperation I originally mistook you and Alisha for my next meal. So I came along to get a meal out of it. Watching you get beat up and joining the military are just added bonuses"

 

OOC: I am back from my absence, I was in Narnia so yay !!
Ahead of the men the young pale haired female soldier from before was walking through the halls, either oblivious to their presence or simply just didn't care. The woman walked with a stern gait and expression, a metal sword at her thigh clanking against an metal adornment around her battle skirt. Unlike the others she hadn't a key to brag over. It was surprising she even got the station she did without wielding a key for all those in her rank had such skills. But it seemed almost as if there was a energy buzzing deep inside of her that wanted out, what that energy was no one knew. The woman came to a stop in front of the messhall doors and was about to push them open when they were forced open by a couple of men being thrown out into wall behind her and a roar of laughter, shouts, and chaos.
" What the bloody hell ?!"
The woman looked ticked off as she looked upon the scene going on inside. Two young men were wrestling on top of one of the wooden tables as the others shouted and tussled themselves, making a mess of things and causing a riot.
" Jeckhold !! Farrow !! what on earth are you doing !!"

 

Mark sighed as he came out of a store, glancing back ruefully at the wooden door as it swung closed behind him. twenty? For a map of that quality? I spent months charting that region... and the best I get is twenty? he raged inside, his face didn't betray the anger though. Mark turned onto the street and trod up it, head down, wondering what on earth he was going to do to get something to eat. Not really paying attention, the boy wandered the streets for several hours, occassionally glancing up at the massive moon in the sky. So beautiful.... he thought to himself, then jumped back a bit as he spotted the massive structure almost directly in front of him.... he was at the Imperial Palace!

 

"It's always my pleasure to serve as entertianment, if nothing else, sir." said Fardel with a subtle anger in his tone.

 

The Emperor enetered the room picked up the two and slammed them against opposite walls "PULL YOUR SELF TOGETHER RIGHT NOW!!!" he yelled as they hit, "Or I will make sure you are ripped into so many pieces that it will be immpossible to do" He said, he looked around the room "Seriously, we are on the verge of finishing our project, and you two are causing a mess"

 

"Well I think you just found some competition for being tonights entertainment, Fardel" Michelo smirked as the events in the mess hall unfolded.

 

The two were thrown into opposite walls and hit them with a thud but both shot back up still energetic and full of life as if that simple gesture was nothing but a slap on the wrist.
" Sir we are sorry we shouldn't have been fooling around !!" The two apologized at the same time as Jeckhold walked over and whacked Farrow over the head. " You idiot I told you it wouldn't be a good idea."
" Well hell, Its not my fault theres so much cheer in this room." Farrow said, slightly drunk but Jeckhold whacked him over the head again as the young woman came rushing in and whacked both of the over the head. " Listen up you two, we got a very important mission."