Kingdom Hearts RP: The Next Generation [Keybladers' storyline]
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Wasn't that just a random message that was thrown in as narration rather than an actual character? Doesn't matter. Rhetorical question.wolfy098 said:
Anyway, would anyone be gracious enough as to do something IC? As lovely as it is to be stuck in constant OOC over a solved matter, I'd prefer that wolfy edits his post to take account of the fact I edited the talking out of mine and then we continue the RP.
Name: Issac
Race: Keyblade Wielder
Age: 16
Appearance: Around 6 feet tall. Short, blonde hair blue eyes. Normally wears a rosta hat with a striped black, white and green sweater and baggy black jeans with high top skate shoes.
Bio: Abandoned at birth, he left his surrogate home looking for answers, when his world was swallowed by darkness, he took refuge in the Great Maw of Radiant Garden. He discovered his keyblade at the age of 12.
Weapon: Silver Soul: Same length as the Fenrir, handle mirrors the Bond of Fire, blade comes our straight and ends in a crescent shape. Ability: Slows all enemies within a 25m radius for 30 seconds
Race: Keyblade Wielder
Age: 16
Appearance: Around 6 feet tall. Short, blonde hair blue eyes. Normally wears a rosta hat with a striped black, white and green sweater and baggy black jeans with high top skate shoes.
Bio: Abandoned at birth, he left his surrogate home looking for answers, when his world was swallowed by darkness, he took refuge in the Great Maw of Radiant Garden. He discovered his keyblade at the age of 12.
Weapon: Silver Soul: Same length as the Fenrir, handle mirrors the Bond of Fire, blade comes our straight and ends in a crescent shape. Ability: Slows all enemies within a 25m radius for 30 seconds
Tak had been drumming on his lap for over an hour now. After deciding he was too dangerous behind the wheel, Jason had taken over flying again.
"Na! na na nana na naaa! Hey, are we almost... wait where are we going?" He said, a cheerful smile on his faace.
"Na! na na nana na naaa! Hey, are we almost... wait where are we going?" He said, a cheerful smile on his faace.
Well, I just ask that you give Isaac a last name, figure out a way to get him to Destiny Islands and make sure you understand what's happened up to now and I'll be fine with you joining. Anyone against him joining?Mjr McNugget said:
maybe we can get this moving again.
Hey guys. Sorry if i'm intruding but you might wanna check out our half. Start from my post, number 379 on page 11 up to the current post. Zexon goes berserk, becomes god-like, and has a Bleach Ichigo-Hollow internal battle (Visored- King/horse speech for those who know what i'm talking about.) It's awesome!
Here's the link http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.150864?page=11
Here's the link http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.150864?page=11
Xero Scythe said:
OH YEAH, WELL... WELL... CHECK OUT OUR OOC CHAT! yeah! ... that'll teach ya....
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"My bad." Tak said, still full of energy despite not sleeping all night. He started humming as he waited for them to arrive.
Aires was dreaming a dream she'd dreamed a thousand times before. She was sitting in bed, a bag of possessions in her lap. And she knew what she had to do but she wouldn't. The longer her dream-self stayed in place the worse she felt. It was that night again...
She willed herself to stand then threw the bag over one shoulder and went downstairs. She purposefully pushed onto a stair to make it creak and faces turned to meet her. Her family had gathered to see her off as the time drew nearer. Her mother came to say goodbye first, choking back sobs through her sentiment. By the end her voice was barely more than a tear-y croak. Never-the-less, Aires smiled to the woman and hugged her, silently thanking her for the years of care and promising to return. The childish optimism made the woman stop weeping for a moment, in which she returned to her chair and the nearby box of tissues.
Her father stood now, a goodbye would follow that Aires dreaded. It was no secret to anyone that Aires was close to her father, perhaps even strangely so if one wasn't in the know. But their parting wasn't what one would consider the one of a father and daughter. It was how two friends say goodbye, they laugh and joke and say they'll meet up later to do something. It ended with her father embracing her and slipping something into her pocket, just something to remember him by. Had she known before that she wouldn't be returning she'd never have let go, but let go she did. She remembers that the rest of her family were there as well but they didn't say anything in this recurring dream. They didn't have time. The image of her family faded before her into oblivion, leaving only a gaping maw of Heartless reaching towards her. Before she could react a huge hand shot out of the darkness and grabbed her, pulling her into the monstrous mass.
Darkness surrounded her, pulling her in like quicksand, she was unable to see or breath. Hands and claws pulled her in different directions. "No! I can't give in... I won't!" She shot upright in her bed, panting and sweating as if she'd just run a marathon and the Keyblade summoned beside her. She breathed heavily for a few seconds, trying to become calm. She ran her fingers along the symbol hung around her neck, the blue Heartless emblem her father had given her, and her breathing returned to normal. "Thank you..." she whispered.
Eventually she got up, hoping to leave the dream behind her. She went to stand in front of a mirror she'd been provided to get her hair right, pulled and stretched her clothes into a semi-respectable form and then rejoined Wolfa, Jason and Tak, mumbling an apology. "Sorry I wasn't here earlier... Bad dream."
She willed herself to stand then threw the bag over one shoulder and went downstairs. She purposefully pushed onto a stair to make it creak and faces turned to meet her. Her family had gathered to see her off as the time drew nearer. Her mother came to say goodbye first, choking back sobs through her sentiment. By the end her voice was barely more than a tear-y croak. Never-the-less, Aires smiled to the woman and hugged her, silently thanking her for the years of care and promising to return. The childish optimism made the woman stop weeping for a moment, in which she returned to her chair and the nearby box of tissues.
Her father stood now, a goodbye would follow that Aires dreaded. It was no secret to anyone that Aires was close to her father, perhaps even strangely so if one wasn't in the know. But their parting wasn't what one would consider the one of a father and daughter. It was how two friends say goodbye, they laugh and joke and say they'll meet up later to do something. It ended with her father embracing her and slipping something into her pocket, just something to remember him by. Had she known before that she wouldn't be returning she'd never have let go, but let go she did. She remembers that the rest of her family were there as well but they didn't say anything in this recurring dream. They didn't have time. The image of her family faded before her into oblivion, leaving only a gaping maw of Heartless reaching towards her. Before she could react a huge hand shot out of the darkness and grabbed her, pulling her into the monstrous mass.
Darkness surrounded her, pulling her in like quicksand, she was unable to see or breath. Hands and claws pulled her in different directions. "No! I can't give in... I won't!" She shot upright in her bed, panting and sweating as if she'd just run a marathon and the Keyblade summoned beside her. She breathed heavily for a few seconds, trying to become calm. She ran her fingers along the symbol hung around her neck, the blue Heartless emblem her father had given her, and her breathing returned to normal. "Thank you..." she whispered.
Eventually she got up, hoping to leave the dream behind her. She went to stand in front of a mirror she'd been provided to get her hair right, pulled and stretched her clothes into a semi-respectable form and then rejoined Wolfa, Jason and Tak, mumbling an apology. "Sorry I wasn't here earlier... Bad dream."
As soon as Ped woke up, he was relieved to realize he was here, and not there, where his dream took place. He couldn't remember much of it, but he saw that he was in a dark room, only that the floors were soft, like made of cloth. It wasn't really a floor, more like a huge bag. He summoned his keyblades, and started cutting through the bag, it rending like butter due to the impact of the keyblade.
As soon as he did that, he fell into a room. This time, the room was solid, and it was all white.
"Where the..." he suddenly felt a feeling he'd read about multiple times in the books he had read. He got the feeling like he knew this place, but didn't know where he was. He summoned his keyblades, and started hitting the walls of the room. Ped had no idea why he did that, he did it almost instinctively. The walls suddenly turned into liquid, approaching Ped, and finally splashing in his face.
He was consumed by them. Unlike the usual darkness he saw almost every dream, with no escape, this time he saw light. The purest light he had ever seen. And in that light, was a small, small little black dot, which Ped, upon touching, stinged. Suddenly, Ped flew away from the black spot almost instantly, like teleporting, and his body, all of his organs, started to ache all over. He saw that the black spot started moving, and as it flew towards him, he noticed that it was a Massive Possessor. As soon as it hit him, he started feeling less and less energy, the aches getting worse, and worse.
"This doesn't feel like a dream at all," he thought out loud, as desperation filled him.
Suddenly, he woke up. The dream felt too real. It was too wierd. It was surely a sign of something, but as he didn't know what, he didn't know what to think of it. He noticed that he was a bit tired, but as soon as he summoned Oathkeeper, which he always did summon briefly before Oblivion, he suddenly felt a wave of energy flowing into him.
"Does...this have anything to do with the light and darkness? The Oathkeeper being of light, thus giving me energy, protecting me from the darkness, from what I saw in my dreams?" he mumbled to himself.
"Usually I'd say that I'm thinking to deeply into this, but this is too coincidental."
His keyblades disappeared, and he suddenly wanted to meet others. He didn't know why, but suddenly, he felt utter loneliness.
He jumped off his bed with both foots landing at the same time, opened the door in a rush, and ran towards the others.
"Mornin', everybody!" he yelled, as others turned to look at him. He managed to smile, and did it very sincerely.
As soon as he did that, he fell into a room. This time, the room was solid, and it was all white.
"Where the..." he suddenly felt a feeling he'd read about multiple times in the books he had read. He got the feeling like he knew this place, but didn't know where he was. He summoned his keyblades, and started hitting the walls of the room. Ped had no idea why he did that, he did it almost instinctively. The walls suddenly turned into liquid, approaching Ped, and finally splashing in his face.
He was consumed by them. Unlike the usual darkness he saw almost every dream, with no escape, this time he saw light. The purest light he had ever seen. And in that light, was a small, small little black dot, which Ped, upon touching, stinged. Suddenly, Ped flew away from the black spot almost instantly, like teleporting, and his body, all of his organs, started to ache all over. He saw that the black spot started moving, and as it flew towards him, he noticed that it was a Massive Possessor. As soon as it hit him, he started feeling less and less energy, the aches getting worse, and worse.
"This doesn't feel like a dream at all," he thought out loud, as desperation filled him.
Suddenly, he woke up. The dream felt too real. It was too wierd. It was surely a sign of something, but as he didn't know what, he didn't know what to think of it. He noticed that he was a bit tired, but as soon as he summoned Oathkeeper, which he always did summon briefly before Oblivion, he suddenly felt a wave of energy flowing into him.
"Does...this have anything to do with the light and darkness? The Oathkeeper being of light, thus giving me energy, protecting me from the darkness, from what I saw in my dreams?" he mumbled to himself.
"Usually I'd say that I'm thinking to deeply into this, but this is too coincidental."
His keyblades disappeared, and he suddenly wanted to meet others. He didn't know why, but suddenly, he felt utter loneliness.
He jumped off his bed with both foots landing at the same time, opened the door in a rush, and ran towards the others.
"Mornin', everybody!" he yelled, as others turned to look at him. He managed to smile, and did it very sincerely.
"Just remember not to let it get to you..."
She tried to hide behind a smile as Wolfa turned to leave. The recurring dream could hardly phase her more than it had done already. But it would be best forgotten. If she could forget it, that was.
"Mornin', everybody!"
Her thoughts were interrupted and she spun around to see Ped. She kept her fake smile as best as she could, "What's gotten you in a rush?"
She tried to hide behind a smile as Wolfa turned to leave. The recurring dream could hardly phase her more than it had done already. But it would be best forgotten. If she could forget it, that was.
"Mornin', everybody!"
Her thoughts were interrupted and she spun around to see Ped. She kept her fake smile as best as she could, "What's gotten you in a rush?"
"Eh," Ped said, not knowing what to reply.
"...Bad dream," he finally said, having decided what to reply. And it was the truth. Ped didn't know if his dream and the reason he wanted to come here were connected, but he thought so.
"But man, my stomach is growling. Is there anything to eat here?" he said, patting and rubbing his stomach with his two hands, eagerly looking around.
"...Bad dream," he finally said, having decided what to reply. And it was the truth. Ped didn't know if his dream and the reason he wanted to come here were connected, but he thought so.
"But man, my stomach is growling. Is there anything to eat here?" he said, patting and rubbing his stomach with his two hands, eagerly looking around.
srry about not getting on, had a family emergency and couldnt get to a comp. thanks for keeping my character in there
Jason had left the control room and had just fallen asleep when he woke with a start. He had ahad a vision of a destroyed world, swarming with heartless... something that nobody could survive in, and he wondered if it had anything to do with his life before getting his keyblade... He got out of bed and sat on a chair thinking and waiting for them to get to Destiny Isles.