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Post by ✖STRIDE✖ on Jun 9, 2015 22:07:44 GMT
| D IFFICULTY; MASTER. SO YOU WANNA RECOVER A WORLD, HUH? IN ORDER TO SAVE THIS WORLD AND BRING IT BACK YOU MUST FIGHT THROUGH THE DARKNESS TO GET TO THE WORLD'S KEYHOLE. THERE WILL BE PLENTY OF ENEMIES. STRONG ONES TOO. MOST NOTABLY A MINI BOSS AND MAIN BOSS. YOUR JOURNEY BEGINS ON THE WORLD NOT THE PATH TO GET HERE. THERE WILL BE OTHER REWARDS BESIDES THE BOARD BEING MADE, AND THOSE WILL BE BASED ON YOUR ACTIONS. THIS SHALL BE NO EASY TASK. WE WISH YOU THE BEST OF LUCK.~ The clearing had been too narrow. How had you landed in here? Something had pulled you in. The energy used to do so was alien to any tech you may have. CRASH! Damage to your ship was harsh, but only to the outside. It definitely couldn't fly at this time. There was a massive leak and it was as if all energy being used to run the gummy had been sucked out of the machinery. It would definitely need repairs. You had landed in a city with a beautiful and yet unsettling appearance. The architecture of the buildings on ether side made with a beautiful white stone. It couldn't have been anything less then the art of a master architect. Though, the surroundings appeared to have been even more brilliant once. Now seeming abandoned and reduced to unworthy words even though it was completely obvious that the beauty was still there. On the ground the alleyway was dowsed in several inches of water. It was like a still river that covered the length of the street. Vines and other plants have overgrown over the walls. There is no one around. You are alone inside your gummy ship having been knocked unconscious by impact. But the gummy ships defenses kept you safe from any immediate harm. You may wake with a terrible headache and a couple new scratches, but there should be no major injuries. NOTES: For now you are alone, but that is going to change soon. This post is simply to set the scene. You will meet your first character in the next post. I suggest you be ready for them when they come. |
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Post by Michael Price on Jun 9, 2015 22:47:34 GMT
I RAISE MY HEAD AND STARE INTO THE EYES OF A STRANGER | |
I'VE ALWAYS KNOWN THAT THE MIRROR NEVER LIES He groaned at first, body tossing and turning against the rough leather of his pilot seat. The crash had of course knocked him unconscious, and he was currently lost inside of his dreams. The only reason he had even bothered to wake himself up was the fact he was starting to feel the painful throbbing inside of his head. As each moment passed a painful pulse was sent coursing through the entirely of his body, and a moan would escape from his lips as he rolled himself over. His eyes slowly opened and a blur of red coated his vision. His attention turned towards the glass dome that surrounded his cockpit, it was cracked. The young man bit down on his bottom lip and brought his feet towards the dome. "Live." he muttered and his eyes flashed green and the pain coursing through his body vanished as he kicked with his full force. The glass shattered and as result Michael came falling out of from the ship.
His body landed against the water with a splash, and if it hadn't been for the fact he was currently suppressing the pain, it have hurt like a bitch. Strands of black hair landed in front of his face as he took a deep breath and allowed for his Live to fade. The pain of the situation didn't fade back in for several seconds, but when it did he let out a yell. "You can do this Michael, you've been through worse." he muttered to himself as he leaned his body upward. He brought a hand towards his sides and began to feel around, luckily he didn't have any broken ribs. Overall he was actually rather okay, as okay as one could be in this type of situation. He took several minutes to regain himself, and when he felt like enough time had passed he stood up.
The task proved difficult at first; having almost fallen over several times while trying to regain his balance. His eyes darted towards the Gummi Ship, which thanks to the blood coating his vision was a blur of red. Right, he needed to treat his wounds first. He bent over and cupped his hands splashing the water into his face. It felt good. His vision was no longer blurred and as he looked up towards his surroundings he saw the beauty that was this world.
Tall buildings made from white marble stone that oozed with the raw talent the architect that built them likely had. He took in the beauty for only a few seconds before continuing with the task of treating his wounds. He approached the overturned Gummi Ship and tapped his hand against it's back. He had hoped the action would cause the trunk to open so that he could gather his medical supplies but it didn't. "Jammed." he muttered, this was really turning into a shitty day for him. A heavy sigh escaped from his lips, and he he began to move. This world looked empty but surely someone was here, someone that could help. If they couldn't treat his injuries then perhaps they had the materials that he needed to fix his ship and get the hell out of here. North. North was the best way to go.
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Post by ✖STRIDE✖ on Jun 10, 2015 15:09:31 GMT
| While it is quite clear that the alleyway is empty, you are certainly not alone. There are eyes everywhere that are watching you. They keep into the shadows and see your every move. They've been watching since the crash, undecided on what they should do with you and who you really are. While they can't be seen to heard it would be very interesting to know that they were discussing your appearance and what to do about it. Just as you are able to walk out of the alleyway the pointed end of a spear is pointed in your face, stopping you in your tracks. Almost instantly afterwards you are surrounded by other sharp weapons. Spears, swords, arrows mounted on the body of a bow. Surrounded by about ten different assailants, creatures of different sizes and shapes. Three humans, two fawns, what looked like a tree nymph, 2 elves and 2 what looked to be humans with wings. Angels? Only seven of the group stood at a ready immediately around you. One of the elves, an angel and the tree nymph stood in the back the young angel girl had a mirror, the elf had a staff, and the tree nymph held what looked to be a small silver cepter. Probably spell casters. The first elf that had approached you was speaking to you now. However, his words were unrecognizable. They spoke like a separate language, but were worded like a cryptic code. The young angel girl that stood behind him spoke in a soft voice but obviously denied something the older man had said. When the man spoke to her it was cold and cruel, shutting her up instantly. Turning back to you he spoke to you in that strange language while thrusting the spear closer to your face. NOTES: sorry, this should have been out sooner, anyway, be wary here. There is a way to get out unharmed and without a fight. |
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Post by Michael Price on Jun 17, 2015 6:01:08 GMT
I RAISE MY HEAD AND STARE INTO THE EYES OF A STRANGER | |
I'VE ALWAYS KNOWN THAT THE MIRROR NEVER LIES He was being watched; it didn’t take a genius to realize that. He could feel their eyes on him; but for one reason or another they refused to make themselves known. He couldn’t make out their position or their numbers; but that didn’t change the feeling he had building up inside of his body. His hand would twitch every so often as if itching for a fight to breakout; he knew better though. He might have wanted to call his Keyblade and force them out but that would cause more problems than it fix. The best thing he could do right now was get out of this alleyway and out into a more open area. His pace picked up and the people watching must have figured out that he had noticed them because mere moments after exiting the alleyway was a weapon pointed in his face. His entire body began to tense up and he went to take a step back to find the nap of his back poking against the metal tip of spear. Surrounded, but by how many?
He counted seven; but three of them stood behind the others. Judging by their position and the items within their hands they were spell casters. This wasn’t exactly what he had in mind when he had been hoping to find people; if he could just explain the situation then maybe. That thought was quickly tossed outside of his head when the elf in front of him spoke and he didn’t understand the words escaping from their mouths. The entire universe was against him it would seem. ”Fight.” that was the option; sure he was wounded and outnumbered but he had two things that separated him from anyone else. The will to Live; and the Keyblade that appeared within his grasp whenever he wished it to. His fingers twitched and he could feel the magical pull of his Keyblade as it responded to the danger he was facing. No. He couldn’t let it play out like that; he wasn’t on Castundana not ever situation required him to react with force; he had at least learned that from Isaac.
He couldn’t just leave himself unprepared though; and so he closed his eyes and allowed once more for his desire to live overpower his body. His eyes opened slowly and they took on the light green appearance that was associated with life. ”I don’t understand you; and I can only hope you at least understand me.” it was a long shot but hopefully they could. Michael bit down on his lip and slowly pointed a finger towards the crash site that was behind him; ”I’ve crashed and I’m hurt; if you can treat my wounds I’d be thankful.” he could just keep Live up the entire time he was here; but then he ran the risk of losing himself in the rush it provided. ”Just be ready for a fight Michael; worry about what to do after you deal with these guys.” man he could really go with some friends of his own right about now.
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Post by ✖STRIDE✖ on Jun 18, 2015 5:10:59 GMT
| When he spoke there was silence as they listened to his words. Most of the team suddenly looked uneasy and began glancing at the first man you met with the spear. This man, however seemed to grow angry. The young angel girl spoke again to him and then man waved her off. However, before he could do anything else the male angel that stood beside him with a bow lowered his weapon and turned on his comrade. He spoke bitterly to him which of course cause a reaction from the first male and eventually they turned on each other with their words. The Angel girl took the moment to sneak through the ranks of the group and stand in front of you. The two men hardly even noticed. At closer inspection the girl looked to be about 15 years old with snow white hair that came down to her waist and was very thin and straight. Her eyes were milky white and her outfit was a knee high off-white dress, that appeared to be constructed for battle. Her eyes gazed straight ahead, indicating her blindness, while her mirror was directed at your face. "What color do you represent?" She asked in English and in a soft voice. You notice that each of the warriors here did wear specific color dress, no matter how different their outfits were. The other Angel and two of the humans wore the same off-white color that the girl with the mirror did, and the rest wore a forest green. While the two boys were fighting and the Girl stood before you, the rest of the team held their positions, quite uneasily. |
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