Stardustblade358

Congrats to the two of you! God and skies above bless you and your princess for eternity!

If you do a reboot, I'd like a chance with Vanitas, if possible.

If I made a RWBY RP would anyone be interesting in joining

Alright! How does this sound; The group was meant to head straight to Te Fiti, they fight Heartless momentarily before a storm/or a giant Heartless throws them off course and into Lalotai where they end up meeting up with Moana and Maui.

We can do that! I'm honestly intrigued in thinking of all of them running around distracting/fighting the giant crab to get a hold of the weapon. Does everyone else agree, or are there any objections?

Allan's cage was connected to the arena, the door rigged to open up to let him out once it was ready for him. The weapons provided to the fighters were crude. Bloodied blades and tools that would either be seen in a gardening shed or a torture room. The cheers echoed across the arena as its current champion stood proudly over its kill, blood covering his body. "The Oni wins again!" The speakers yelled, cheers following as money exchanged hands. Soon, the door to Allan's cage slammed open, giving him a single way out; straight into the arena. "Now for a special event of the night!" The speaker yelled. "A member of the prestigious M&M, and a human!" At the mention of it, the crowd was quick to boo, shouting obscenities as they all watched, waiting for Allan to step into the arena. From behind Allan, on the other side of the back of the cage, the centaur poked him with the staff. "Step out." The centaur hissed. The Oni screamed, its eyes glaring at Allan in the darkness of the cage. If there was any humanity within, it seemed that it was no longer there. His horns and face covered in the enemy's blood, the corpse of his latest opponent laying at its feet. "Hu...man?" The Oni asked, whispering, his voice broken, though genuinely confused. "Come on, human!" "Rip that human apart!" "Not so brave without your partner, huh?!"

Saros glanced over at Stephen, smiling at him. "You ok, Stephen?" Saros asked, his attention back to the sailing. It was harder than it looked, and taxing on the body. Thankfully, the seas were rather calm...until they began to reach the area with the so called demon in the distance. The darkened clouds served as a barrier separating the safe area from the dangerous. Ash rained from the dark clouds above, darkening the sea below into a shade of black. "We're going to cross, keep an eye out for Heartless." Saros yelled, looking back at the group...only to find Spectre and Ghost had already gone as far as to take their shirts off. "...really?" Saros whispered, his eyes catching something moving beneath the sea. A glow of sorts. "What the..." He wouldn't have time to investigate it, as soon as they crossed the invisible barrier, they were fresh bait. Shadows swam in the waters beneath, familiar yellow eyes glowing from the deep as they hurried to the surface. "We have trouble!" The water splashed as from the water, Heartless began to crawl onto the boats. Some in the shape of Hermit crabs jumped right on, snapping their pincers, as others in the shape of fish with sharpened teeth snapped their heads out of the water, attempting to pull them off the ship and into the water. "Crap!" Saros hissed. He closed his eyes, concentrating as before the Heartless could jump on him, a shadow copy jumped right out of him and slashed through the Heartless. Two more copies showed up as Saros handed over the oar and rope to one of them. "Keep this thing moving!" He said, handing it to the copy. He hurried to the front of the ship, looking over at Moana. "Moana! You have to find Maui! We'll distract the Heartless from you! We'll meet you at Te Fiti!" Saros yelled, summoning his keyblade as he turned to look at Spectre and Ghost. "We'll be heading straight to Te Fiti. We need the air support to keep the Heartless away from Moana until she gets far away enough!" Saros yelled, slashing away a Heartless in midair. "Sending backup to you, Stephen!" Saros asked, whistling at one of his copies. The sailing copy turned the ship, having it sail nearby Stephen's ship as a shadow copy jumped on it, providing assistance against the Heartless.

No worries! Post when you can! Life comes first, Endless

Sorry for the crappy map. I offer two options: 1. Moana separates from the group in order to find Maui while the group heads straight to Te Fiti to face the boss and find the Keyhole to seal to clear a way for Moana when she returns. 2. The group follows Moana to find Maui, and to retrieve the hook, and then to face Te Fiti. I think option 1 is better. Unless anyone has better ideas.

Usually on the couch, the bed, or wherever comfortable available when I have nothing else to do. Personally I can't play games while in a moving car without getting sick, as much as I want to.

College is like dark souls. you either get gud or you die

Michael groaned at Allan's comment about the plan. "I don't like that idea already." Michael murmured, closing his eyes as he rested against Allan once more. At least the blood would last him long enough. Though he wanted to comment on something, he kept it to himself instead, hiding in Allan's shadow once more. "It's sweet." ... The hours went by painfully slow. They would hear the distant sound of speaking or screams. Seeing grunts drag people in and out. They were livestock, and they were being treated as such. Before long, they came for them. The woman came back, and this time with help. A Minotaur and a centaur to be exact. They stepped into the cell, holding weapons in their hands. "It's time for your debut, Othello!" The woman chimed, quickly glancing at her soldiers. "Take the human to the arena. Prepare the vampire for display." The woman said, snapping her fingers. "Yes madam Arachne." The two said, hurrying to the two. The centaur took care of Allan, quickly tapping his staff on the floor only for two grips to form on its end. Much like a dog, the centaur wrapped the grips around Allan's neck, clamping it shut tightly before pressing a button, sending a jolt of electricity through his body as he was pulled away from Michael. Michael growled, quickly dashing right at the centaur, only to be tackled down by the Minotaur. Usually Michael would be able to fight off against the beast with ease. But with the lights and the drugs still within his system, he was sluggish, and was easily overpowered. The Minotaur slammed its hoof against Michael's head, pressing it against the concrete floor until Michael screamed. "Don't break it." Madam Arachne warned as she waved at people outside the cell. They brought in a coffin, or what appeared to be. It was heavily fortified, and made to hold Vampires like Michael. They pushed Michael inside, strapping him inside and wrapping something around his face to cover his mouth, similar to Monika's. A muzzle of sorts. Suddenly, with brute force, the Minotaur stabbed Michael right in the heart with a simple wooden stake. Blood stained Michael's clothing as he struggled to get it out, before his eyes losing their shine as he went lifeless. "There. That should keep him in stasis." Madam Arachne said, looking over to Allan with a smile. "Now to see if you can survive my arena, Allan." Madam Arachne said as she waved her hand. The centaur dragged Allan out of the room. He would be thrown into the arena to fight for his life.

I grew one inch taller this year. Time to celebrate.

Michael stared at him, blinking. The mention of Allan offering his blood woke Michael up, somewhat, causing him to shake his head. "Oh hell no!" Michael said, already protesting. "Are you kidding me? That's dangerous, Allan! The most inexperienced vampires can kill their prey if they don't stop. I haven't drank directly from a human in decades, maybe more...what if I'm unable to stop? The last thing I want is to hurt you..." Michael said, rambling on and about as he rubbed his eyes. He listened to Allan, peeking up at him momentarily. He pursed his lips. He really needed the blood, but he didn't want to harm Allan. Yet...Michael shook his head as he stepped closer, leaning in over Allan. "If...If I don't stop, I want you to slap me as hard as you can, understood? Harder than when I hit you." Michael instructed before getting his hands on Allan's shoulders. His grip tightened as he gulped, leaning in on Allan's neck. The small doses he drank were meant to last for a short time limit before he required more. He needed this. His body demanded it, his stomach screaming. The torture of the lights and poison only made it worse. He pulled Allan's shirt out of the way of his neck, leaning in. "I...I'm sorry...Allan..." Michael whispered, his eyes sharpening as his pupils turned into slits. He leaned in, and effortlessly pierced Allan's skin as he bit into his neck. He began to drink, holding Allan close as he wrapped one arm around his back and the other over his head, pulling their bodies close as he drank directly from his body. It was...a thrill, as it always was. The feeling of the beating heart struggling to pump more blood, rushing warmly right into his mouth and down his throat. The sensation of the body beneath flinching, the feeling of warmth radiating from them. It was a dangerous thing to be addicted to. It had happened before, to him, to every vampire that ever had to feed the old fashioned way. But thankfully, he was better. Stop. Michael snapped his eyes open as he forced himself to stop. He gripped Allan close before slowly letting go, his teeth covered in blood as a few drops of red dripped down his chin. He breathed heavily, gritting his teeth as he gripped Allan tightly, before gently letting go of him. Michael leaned into his neck again, only to lick away the dripping blood from his wound, only to then rest his forehead against it. "...you're either the bravest, or the most foolish human I have ever met." Michael confessed, smiling. "...thank you."

Monika stared at Allan, her hands shaking as she gripped the cell bars, staring at Allan. She wanted to speak, and couldn't. Eventually Michael began to regain consciousness, groaning in pain as he opened his eyes, only to shut them right back as he felt the burn of the light. He had never felt so...weak. His body ached, his veins burned with the mix of herbs and poison made specifically for his kind. He covered his eyes, turning away with a hiss. He gently used his hands to cover them as he looked up at Allan, using his shadow to hide his eyes from it. "Allan...?" Michael asked. His voice had never sounded so small. He sat up, only to hide his face against Allan's shoulder, hiding his face from the lamps. "I think the sunscreen is beginning to wear off. These lights are intense..." Michael muttered, lifting his eyes slightly. "...there's so much blood here, Allan. Of so many kinds..." He whispered, his senses still intact, even if sluggish due to the poison. He closed his eyes for a moment, before stepping back to look at Allan. "...I'm sorry." Michael whispered. "I put a bad name to Vampires, don't I? We're supposed to be these invincible, fearsome beings and yet..." Michael looked down at his hands. They were trembling. "I can't even stop us from falling into a trap." Michael chuckled distastefully, shaking his head. "The warden's right...I've lived for centuries and I still have a lot to learn." He groaned, resting against Allan again. "We'll get out of this one, Allan...we just need a plan..." Michael whispered, his stomach suddenly rumbling unexpectedly. "...ignore that."

Allan would have woken up with a headache. He was inside a cell, the floor beneath and the wall behind him made out of concrete. The bars on left, right and in front of him that surrounded the place made out of a familiar material; reinforced silver. On the ceiling, protected by even more bars, were UV lamps blaring down into the cell. There were other cells around him, some empty, some filled with their own prisoners. To the cell left of him was the body of the missing investigator, her wings bloody as her feathers had been ripped from their core. To the cell on the right, their missing Banshee, sitting in a corner, her mouth covered up with a padlock mask. Laying on the floor in the cell with him was Michael, unconscious. He seemed to be breathing heavily, his usually invisible veins standing out in a darkened color. Both of them were stripped of their weapons, cellphones, badges and everything that they had, leaving them only with the clothes on their backs. "You're awake." A voice spoke. From the shadows, stepped in a woman. At least, part of her. From the hips up she had the body of a human woman, as from the hips below, the giant torso and legs of a spider followed. She was tall, absolutely beautiful, and deadly. Jorogumo. "Don't worry about your friend. He won't be breaking out any time soon. We made sure to inject him with a nice mix of everything poisonous to a vampire. It won't kill him, but he won't be at his full strength any time soon, either." She spoke, sighing before shaking her head in disappointment. "I hoped to catch two creatures to my business. But all I got was one and a human...I'm truly surprised." The woman spoke, smiling as she tilted her head at Allan. "I don't think I can sell you. Humans aren't my type of business. Alive or dead. I think you'd do better in the ring. People will love to see a little human being ripped to pieces~" She then looked over at Michael. "Your vampire friend, however; they are rare. He should sell for quite the profit. I wonder who would buy him? Maybe a Hunter for a ceremonial kill? Or a wealthy business man with exotic tastes?"

Goggles?

They warned us about the robot uprising. I was expecting other types of bots but beggars cant be choosers

Saros looked up, pursing his lips before sighing. "Alin, you can come on this boat with me, if you wish." Saros offered, before mentally adding the 'just in case I fall and you have the mercy to keep me from drowning' part. He hesitated for a moment before stepping onto the boat. If he fell, he would drown. He was sure of it. Should he really be doing this? Maybe he would do better going up in the air with Ina- "What are you waiting for?" Moana called, smiling as she was already on her boat, holding an oar. Saros looked up before shaking his head. "Right. Let's get moving. We have to find this Maui guy. Let's stick together, too...wouldn't want us to drift apart and get lost." Saros said as he climbed onto the boat. "Awesome! We'll row out of the cavern and through the waterfall. Once we get out into open sea, we should have enough wind to let the sails do the work!" Moana explained, as she began to row away, leading the team. Saros picked up the oar, following Moana's lead as he began to row the ship. And so they began their journey on sea. After getting soaked by rowing through the waterfall, they were soon hitting the open sea as the breeze began to pick up. Moana pulled on the ropes, letting the sail free while using the oar to steer. Saros payed attention closely, following her own movements as he followed her lead. Once he freed the sail, the wind instantly picked it up, pushing the boat forward, almost knocking Saros off his feet. "Oh crap!" Saros gulped, gripping the oar and rope tightly. He glanced up to look back at the group, smiling nervously. So far so good...as they sailed into the smoke of doom. He glanced up. "Air support, can you see us?" Boat Squads: (+ means that they are sharing boats) Moana + HeiHei Spectre + Ghost Stephen Saros +(?) Alin Air Support: Ina Spirit Shadow Undetermined: Jynn Eclare Zion Talion Arwen Susan

Michael blinked as he tasted the strawberry frozen yogurt. He didn't know what he expected. He hadn't eaten human food in...well, for as long as he had been a vampire, which was a long time. The sweetness of it took him by surprise. It did not fill him, and yet the taste brought a strange feeling of nostalgia. He took out the spoon from his mouth, handing it back to Allan. "It's...nostalgic." Michael admitted, as he looked back down at the picture that Allan had taken. "We could put out an APB for them." Michael suggested, taking out his cellphone. "If we try and look for them ourselves, we'll be left to search an entire city. It's better to have the eyes of the city with us." Michael said as he walked down the street, about to make a phone call. However, before he could, someone caught their attention. More like ran into them before beginning to pull on their clothes. "Excuse me!" It was a young girl, and by her scent, human. She was merely 10 years old. "C-Can you help me?" She asked. Her voice was shaky. Michael immediately looked concerned. "Are you ok? What's wrong? Are you lost?" Michael asked. The girl shook her head. "You're policemen aren't you? You have to help my mommy!" She yelled, pulling on Michael and Allan's clothes. "Your mom?" Michael glanced at Allan before looking back at the girl. "Where is she?" "This way! She just fell and won't get up!" The girl yelled, pulling on them. Michael followed the girl alongside with Allan, the girl pulling them to one of the shortcuts of the district. It went right through a small park settled between the buildings, a weathered path leading to the other side. The little girl led them right into it, soon all of them seeing a woman laying on the floor of the path. "Oh crap." Michael ran right to her, sliding on the floor as he turned her over. "She's breathing. Allan, call for backup!" Michael said, holding the woman up as he tried to wake her up. From the shadows of the garden, something moved among the flora. By the time Michael sensed it, he refused to move as he used his body as a shield to cover the woman from harm. From the trees, a Spriggan appeared, using her powers as a large, sharp wooden stake formed from the nearby trees and pierced right through his chest, right through where his heart would be. Michael gasped, blood dripping from the tip of the root that stuck out from his chest. "A...Allan...r...run!!!"

Alexiei straightened his posture as the briefing began. He didn't know what he was expecting, but out of the possibilities, it definitely wasn't this. A suicide mission, part of him thought. A make it or break it solution to a problem that he was surprised was only showing up now, after much time. Unless they succeeded, they would end up dealing with having to decide who got to eat and who didn't. That would end up leading to starvation. Starvation would end up leading to medical complications involving undernourishment, and eventually death. And that's if there wasn't any angry revolt from desperate citizens to consider. "(We truly are on our last resort.)" Alexiei thought, his hands gripping into fists. Food wasn't even the only thing that they were beginning to run out of, but for the moment, it was the most important resource to take care of. His mind thought of what he saw on the tablet just moments before being brought here. "(We're running out of medical supplies, too.)" It would only be a matter of time before they would have to resort to old school medicine. No worlds meant no factories, and no factories meant no medical supplies nor medicine. No medical supplies or medicine...he didn't even want to think about it. Alexiei gulped slightly, letting out a sigh. "(I'm going to the field again, then.)" It had been a while. Not since the first few months of the war, actually, where he was tasked as a field Medic before being officially posted into the Castle's medical wing. But he had been there before. In the front lines, both killing Heartless while saving the lives of the fallen soldiers. The pressure was on again. He needed to prepare. There could be no mistakes. Not like there was a choice in it anyways. They were the last resort. The ace in the hole. The card up their sleeves. The eleventh-four. Do or die. Then so be it. Alexiei cleared his throat, looking up at Snider, smiling softly as he seemed kind of apologetic of sending a doctor to the front lines. "Understood. I'll immediately prepare after meeting the soldiers outside." Alexiei said, standing up as they were dismissed. He hurried over to Snider momentarily. "I thank you for your concern, Commander. I was a Field Medic before being stationed here. I assure you I won't be a burden to your soldiers, and I'll provide them all of the support I am able to give." Alexiei said as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a lollipop. He handed it over to Snider, pushing it into his hands as he made sure he took it. "Keep your eyes up, Commander. This isn't over yet." Alexiei assured. He then excused himself, stepping outside of the briefing room only to see that the soldiers were already lined up and in formation. Holy crap that was fast. He recognized the admiral's armor among them, quickly giving a small bow. "Admiral. Good to see you in good health. These are the soldiers we were mentioned, I imagine."

Don't worry! School and life comes first! We've all been busy lately, trusts me *sweats as I stare at saxophone project*

Michael looked over at Allan. "Yeah. Lets head over there. If they have security cameras, maybe they have footage of her if she came by that time." Michael said as he followed Allan. He tilted his head at Allan's suggestion at him buying him some frozen yogurt. It was...sort of unprofessional to get a snack while on a case. He considered it, however, remembering that humans do get hungry more often than other species. He rarely remembered that himself from his past, however. Michael smiled. "Sure thing." Michael said. Soon they arrived at the shop. Lil 'Darling Frozen Yogurt, pastel colors decorating the establishment both inside and out. They entered inside, the sweet scent of candy and fruit almost overwhelming as they looked around. People were sitting on the booths, enjoying all kinds of frozen yogurt, while others were in the process of choosing some of the dozens of options for toppings. Michael smiled at Allan. "You wanted some, right? Go ahead and pick whatever you want. I'll go and talk to the owner." Michael said, stepping away from Allan as he headed over to the counter. "Excuse me, is the owner around?" "Yes! Let me go get him!" The young boy hurried to the back, coming back with the owner in tow. Michael showed his badge. "Good afternoon. We're detective Cassio and Othello from M&M. Would you mind if I could ask you some questions?" Michael asked. "Sure." The owner said, quickly coming around the counter to talk to him. "We are investigating the disappearance of a young girl named Monika Velera. We were told that she frequents in this shop from time to time. I was wondering if you had seen her." Michael asked, quickly using his pad to pull up Mokina's photo. The owner shook his head, turning to the young employee. Michael showed the employee, who hummed. "Ah, I think I do remember her!" The boy said, smiling a bit. "She always orders the chocolate yogurt with strawberry and gummy-bear toppings." "Do you remember when you saw her last?" "Hm...last week, I think?" The boy said, unsure. Michael looked up at the owner. "If you have any security footage we can look at, it would be helpful." Michael said. "Of course! Come on back, you can see the footage." "Thank you." Michael followed the owner, looking over at Allan. "Allan, join us when you can?"

Arthur: *considers using first wish to have unlimited amount of chocolate, after wishing to cure Visco of her curse* I NEED

The detectives whispered among each other as they picked up their assignments and excused themselves out the door. Michael glanced down at the file. These disappearances were odd. Was it a serial killer? Or worse, a hunter? Michael read, looking over at Allan. "Good idea. Better talk to them now before they head home." Michael said as he walked over to the garage with Allan. "Now, Allan, this is a Human school. By all means, even as friends, we must assume that they do not know of Monika's supernatural origin. So, as far as we go with this, we shouldn't mention anything involving that unless prompted otherwise." Michael suggested as they got into the car. Michael quickly drove them over to the school. Once there, the two of them hurried inside, identifying themselves as detectives to the administration and their purposes for coming all the way here. "We would like to speak with her friends, if possible. They were the last ones to see her before she disappeared, we hope that they might've seen or heard something that could give us clues." Michael explained. The principal nodded, calling for the girls from their classrooms as they were offered a small meeting room for their interview. Soon enough, the girls were brought in. "Don't worry girls, you're not in trouble. We're here to ask you guys some questions about your friend, Monika. Please, take a seat." Michael said, smiling.