The Ultimate Organization III

OOC:I am sorry. I said I would return, but I had to work a bunch of ball games for senior class, if I didn't I wouldn't be able to go on senior trip. On that note (during spring break, starting March 21) I will be gone all week on senior trip down in Florida, more or less completely unable to post (I might be able to borrow a labtop from one of my classmates if they bring one).

That was the bad news...Here's the worse news: I have a 2500 word research paper to work on. Due in two weeks. Turn in before senior trip. I will probably be working on that constantly for the next two weeks and be gone...

Thus, tl;dr, I will be more or less gone for a month...

Sorry guys :(

 

OOC: That sucks, man. School can really drag down the thread, sometimes...

 

OOC: Jaxed, sometimes you crack me up. It's great that you actually have a life, lol. We'll hear from you when we hear from you, but just come back, OK?

Good luck and have fun!

I'll wait until people show up to post some character stuff.

Oh, Pirate. OK, post something, and I'll wreak havoc on the plot.

 

Xane and Mellodia walked towards the Guardian's ship to discuss Vecked's plan.

OOC: Gotta switch computers. I'll be back, hopefully.

 

The three men stepped from the portal in the same instant.

The silent, dirty man had light brown skin, dark eyes, and very short dark hair. Scars crossed his chest, arms, and back, and underneath, muscles rippled strongly. Dirty red armor climbed up his arms and legs, but his bare chest and back seemed to contradict the protection.

The tall man had dark skin, but dark blue eyes, with a ready grin and armor modeled after the Guardians, colored a dark brown. He wasn't just tall in height, however. He was well-formed, with long arms and wide shoulders.

The lithe man was pale when compared to the others. He had light brown hair, and golden eyes, remarkably like Tera Roth, but although similar, there were differences in his face if you looked closely. His armor was again modeled after the Guardians, but was cracked in several places. The color was a dirty brown, swirled with black.

All three carried swords of varying sizes, and moved with a warrior's grace.

When they stepped in front of Xane and Mellodia, the tall one spoke.

"Ultimate Organization, right?" he asked. "Good. I'm Alphonse. This here's Marcus," he said, gesturing to the silent man. "And Dyran. We're here to help you."

 

OOC: Ugh, reminds me of my research paper I have to write. The Divine Comedy, such a pleasent book...
Have fun with your senior stuff Jaxed! ^^ See ya when we see ya!

BIC:"Row, row, row your boat, gently down a stream! Merrily, merrily, life is but a dream! Life is but a dream! Life is but a dream.."
That's right, you aren't real are you?
Your life, your family, your feelings, all of its a fake.
Even if you had a thousand hearts, it wouldn't matter.
Even if you had your own heart, it would't matter.
You can't feel can you?
Not even a shadow of it.
They taught you, how to fake it all, how to act normal, perfect.
And now, even the tears you've cried are all a facade.
A mask.
A fake.
A nothing.
Somehting slithered, writhed, whispering in her ear.
Tell me little one, what would you give to feel?
To love?
Would you give the blood of your comrades?
Your friends, as you call them?
Would you?
Bellatrix's eyes snapped open, suddenly aware of the ship's hard floor, its sudden coldness. She didn't recognize it for a second, her mind trying to snap back into focus. She put a hand on her forehead, shaking.
The dream vivid in her mind.
She had snuck back on board, bored, and had fallen asleep. While the others had dealt with important matters, she had private ones to contemplate. How vivid it had been, how deep it hit, how true it is. EDIT: She got up shakily and decided to head to the others, pushing the thoughts out of her mind...

OOC: Hi DK! ^^

 

"Help us?" Xane asked. "And who exactly do you work for?"

 

OOC: Oh, now I feel bad for ditching and playing Guitar Hero...I'm so lame, :(

BIC: "We work for you," Alphonse said. "Call me Al, by the way. And maybe help is to strong of a word. Support is probably more what we're going for."

Marcus spoke, his voice soft and deep. "We'll do what you and your group say to do. Except dance. We don't dance."

"I hope you'll find us useful," Dyran said. "You're going after the Virus, am I correct?"

OOC: Oh, I love these guys already...

 

OOC: ...I wish Nulix we're here to say something... I guess Vecked will do.

BIC: Vecked raised his eyebrow until it reached the top of his scalp. "Give us some money, then hit the road. That's how you can help us," Vecked explained. "I don't mean to be rude, but that's the truth of our situation. One of our team mates died. A super bada** team mate, and by that I mean he was better than all of you. I'm pretty sure our caravan don't want no more corpses on their consciouses. So yeah, give us money, then get lost."

 

"That's not really how it works," Dyran said indifferently. "If you can't deal with a single person dying, then you really aren't cut out to be fighting at all."

"People die," Alphonse said harshly. "Get over it."

"And Tera Roth," Marcus said, waving a hand. "Deserved what he got."

 

"Hey," Xane said, tapping Marcus on the shoulder "What do you mean? And pick your words carefully."

 

Al looked embarrassed as Marcus blinked confused.

"What he means is that we happen to know Tera Roth, at least by reputation," Al said. "We happen to know that he was trying to die."

"He was a Heartless who had about a billion hearts stored inside him," Dyran said. "He wanted to see them safely home."

"I didn't mean that he should have died," Marcus said, finally catching on. "Just that he got what he wanted."

 

Xane frowned, then spoke, "I guess that's right...Where do you come from, anyway?"

 

"Let's just say we pop up when needed," Dyran said with a slight smile. "Usually it's just one of us, but..."

"It seems that the worlds needed all three of us," Al murmured. "We're all from long, long ago...heroes of bygone ages that were deemed important enough to be placed within Kingdom Hearts in a sort of preservative. Our souls don't recycle like the rest of you. When we die, we just go back to our little cell, and wait for the next time we're needed."

 

"Recycle?" Xane asked. "What the hell are you talking about?"

 

Dyran waved a hand. "Don't worry about it. It's not important. So, tell us, what can we do for you?"

 

"Nothing, really," Xane shrugged. "We've got everything covered."

 

"We'll stick around, just in case," Al said. "You'll probably find us something to do...We wouldn't be alive again if there weren't something. I don't think anyway..."

 

"...Yeah, sure," Xane said, turning to face Ziya., asking, "What's with these guys? You know anything about them?"

 

Ziya drew Xane aside. "I've heard of Dyran Dirge. He's just a legend though."

He glanced at Dyran and his eyes narrowed. "He looks an awful lot like Tera Roth...it bugs me...Er, sorry, off track. Dyran was known as the Singer of Death, from the legends anyway. It says he was the one who discovered that you could travel to other worlds in the first place..."

"If he is who he claims to be," Ziya finished. "He's at least as powerful as you guys. I don't know much more than that. Xardius might; he's been around..."