The Keyblade War: Rewind and press Play

OOC: I'm sorry if I forgot to mention I sent my OC form through PM (to not ruin the current feel of the story on the thread) to the creator of this thread and got accepted, Ego. Technically I was not in bad form, since it got accepted before I made the initiative post. :l

Thank you Love for the advice. I sent you a VM a few moments ago.. X

IIC:
Nuri had been walking for hours... and it seemed as though it might never end. She sighed carelessly as she trodded along the endless, barren pathway... Feeling as though she's gone the wrong direction. It was reaching dusk when she had finally seen a camp, however she was unsure as to whether this camp in particular was the one she was sent to.

 

((Could they at least post it up here though, so that we don't have to worry about what's legitimante or not?))

 

OOC: Ego, I used to do that a lot, so if anything, it should be okay, and all the other times I posted where no one had any clue what my guy looks like or his abilities, they just played along.

BIC:
Cratos: "You sure about that?"

Cratos disappeared and re-appeared directly behind Phisoxa

Cratos: "Because this is only the beginning"

He put his hand over his left shoulder and pulled out a gem, then he forced it into the ground and a giant glyph appeared on the floor.

 

Name: Rako
Age: Unknown
Weapon: Trait Stealer
Gender: Male
Relations: Rako is the unknown to the worlds, but is and always has been Satan's closest demon officer.
Ranking: Rako would be a general were it in human rankings compared to Satan's
Side: Darkness
Bio: Rako has been sent by his master for one purpose. To ensure as much bloodshed as possible. To do so, he has been given unique abilities. Such as copying one's abilities. Rako knows the hero's will not allow the war to continue, so he must ensure that every hero... is dead.

Name: Raxtion
Age: 34
Weapon: Spirit Sword (A keyblade that was formed when his home planet was destroyed by Crato. It holds the secrets of his past and the souls of his race.)
Gender: Male
Relations: No relations.
Ranking: No ranking.
Side: Light (Can be easily decieved, but has a fine understanding of what's right and wrong)
Bio: Unknown. Raxtion is himself unsure of his past. But this much is certain, when he learns he may no longer be who he is now.

 

((Wouldn't being able to copy a person's abilities be... A bit cheap?)

 

OOC: It's a character he used before, though he would be showing up two RPs from now if we were doing things identical. And although it gets cheep at times Ansem plays it well so it's still a fun opponent. Really the godmod/powerplay rule only applies to people who are newer to the series. (No creating a huge plot twist and then jumping ship essentially) but you've obviously got good RPing skills and are dedicated to the RP so if you want to talk to Love about making a new character or expanding your current one I don't imagine her saying no. Or you can keep going as is. Doesn't make much difference to me. Things get crazy later though so creativity helps a lot in here. And why is it that I mean to make my OOCs two sentences and they seem to always be a paragraph.

IC: Mixt hesitated for a moment in his walk when he felt the energy behind him but continued moving. It was obvious that there was a reason that man fought to get him released and he intended to find out. The only lead for what to do next was the man's words 'I think Mr. Mixt here needs to go back to his own camp' Besides it was in the middle of the desert. Anyone still out there could either handle themselves or wasn't worth looking into.

 

ooc: Sorry I have trouble being on guys. Ego, I'm going to make Versia retreat for now.

BIC: The mist became Human in form.
Versia: Retreat. Understand.
She suddenly screamed out in pain and seemed to dissolve into dust.

Meanwhile in the light city....
A man in a black coat walked in to the palace. He was looking for Nathaniel.

 

OOC: Oh, I'm sorry Ego, I didn't know I had to provide EVIDENCE of the OC form after the owner of the thread accepted me into this RP. Plus, since when was it in your place to pick on the new members of the RP? I've clearly had past experience in different RP's and never, might I add have I ever experienced such rudeness coming out of one member's post. It is within that person's right to create their own character with their personalised allocated skills (up to a certain extent). Now, I will ask you kindly the one time, since I do not want to start an argument. Will you please stop trying to put newer members down before they've had a chance? I know I am not only speaking for myself, but for members such as Ansem59 and others. Don't be so judgemental against others, its just not nice. Thanks.

IC:
Nuri had finally reached a camp, after a grueling trip which felt as though it lasted forever. Despite the fact she had no idea as to whether this was the right camp or not, she was completely and utterly famished. Her stomach gnarled angrily as she caught a whiff of tenderised steak. She was hungry, and couldn't deal much longer without food.

 

ooc: I know he doesn't appear until two Rp's later... but I couldn't figure out who else to use... I'll have him be more in the background... until later of course.

 

OOC: I wouldn't worry. This isn't supposed to be identical. Though with us getting the crew back together to start from the beginning I'm going to need to talk to Legion about coming back in. He never liked the fact that he wasn't in the first RP. But if he comes back we should probably get the whole Libra thing ironed out because that was one of the parts that got confusing quickly.

 

ooc: Yeah, it will be interesting.

 

Mixt made it back to his camp but continued walking like it wasn't even there. The person that freed him would find him if he wanted to and until then he needed rest and he didn't want to deal with anyone who was still alive at this camp. Tomorrow he would contact HQ with todays information and ask for a reassignment. But for now he was heading to his training cave to get some sleep.

 

Torxber leaned against the entrance to Mixt's cave. He waited ofr Mixt to arrive. They had a lot to talk about and he knew Mixt would be interested.

 

As Mixt approached he saw Torxber waiting, without hesitation he walked straight past him into the cave and waved for him to follow. Mixt needed to get out of the sun and they would be less likely to be overheard. Once the cave entrance was out of sight Mixt sat down against the wall and waited for this strange man to expain himself.

 

ooc: I have to go.

Torxber followed him in and looked around the cave. He hadn't actually been in here yet.
Torxber: Nice, cosy. I guess you are curious to why I got you freed?

 

"For starters..." Mixt said in agreement. "I don't expect anyone to do that without wanting something in return. And I have no idea who you are but you obviously know quite a bit about me."

 

ooc: Found a computer.

Torxber: More then you know. Trust me at least on that. My question. What do you know of the red stone?

 

"A red stone is a philosopher's stone built to any degree of completion" Mixt said "I would take an educated guess with my research and say that it needs to have at least a quarter of the ammount to make a philosopher's stone to make a red stone. Though this number is still in the thousands. Now my question again. Why am I and a red stone important to you?"

 

Torxber: A philosophers stone. Thats what it was then. I know where one is.

 

OOC: FYI, I edited my info. I was going to originally introduce the new stuff along the way, but I just wanted to add it now so I wouldn't have to deal with it later, because I know that when things go down, I'll forget to put down that he had those forms, so I just added it on.