Shard the Gentleman

It's okay to mention new things as we go along and change things too- sometimes I forget to add things as well.

Accepted! Excited to RP with you again I'll post my sign up sheet soon as well.

"Unregistered Hypercam 2"

Have you ever lived by a forest or a group of woods? Have you ever stayed awake late at night because you swear you've seen something stirring in the distance, or heard something unusual originating from it? The citizens of Ascendance have, and are a bit too familiar with those all-mysterious bumps in the night. Age-old legends of the city are well known to most of the people of Ascendance. A devil is said to take rest in these woods and forests, one who is known for taking people in. These people either return changed in strange ways, and eventually disappear forever. Our story begins with a set of students at Ascendance High School- a semi-well funded education facility which is located on the eastmost side of the city. The school is important due to what happens at night- desks are moved and arranged in strangest patterns, or white board markers are found with their lids off, evidencing the use of strange nonsensical drawings. Are there students sneaking in to add towards the city's legacy, or is there something more? And why has a strange figure began appearing in distances undefinable? Could this be the Devil that everyone knows the town for? Are there some people the figure appears before more than others? If so, why these people? Do you want to help solve the mystery? Are you a student at the school? Are you an adult who never believed in the legend, or a long-time believer? You can help reveal the truth of this town and its devil. Will you go down in history, or simply go down? This RP is going to be very similar to mystery and supernatural shows and comics we watched and read as kids. It's also largely based around many urban legends from across the world. There may be some slight clue hunting, and even hidden messages in my own posts that may slowly reveal some truths. Think Gravity Falls! However, don't come to me for answers, because I will not give them out directly unless I choose to do so. ~Rules~ You must follow the KH13 RPing rules. Keep it PG-13. Cursing is allowed, as long as it isn't overdone. No God-Modding, of course. Do not Kill, or seriously injure someone else's character, unless you have discussed it privately. Do not control other peoples Characters. If you have any major idea's that you feel you should talk to me about, feel free to do so! Love interests ARE Permitted, with other peoples characters, or your own. If with other peoples characters, discuss with them first. No explicit sex scenes please. Feel free to have more than one character, but please don't have more than three- there can be exceptions if discussed with me. Please attempt to keep decent grammar. If English isn't your first language, it's okay, we understand completely! ~Character Sheet~ Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: Occupation (If Student, put Student): Personality: Bio: I hope you guys like this idea! It's something I've really been wanting to do.

I loved this movie as a kid, but I'm not sure how many people can recognize this guy.

Wow... this is pretty solid. I really hope this is the case- I'd love seeing this utilized in Kingdom Hearts III.

~Miles "Tails" Thompson~ "Hey, Luigi!" Miles called out to the white Mario Bros. Van that was stopped at a red light. "Getting good business, I hope?" Miles liked Luigi- he'd seem him sometimes from across the street, and he came in once with his brother Mario. Miles always wondered why they called their business Mario Bros, when Luigi is clearly Luigi. Miles walked over to the van, expecting it to be sitting there awhile since this red light always had a bit of lag. "How's it going?" ~Silver Giorno~ "Yeah, with summer out, it'll be harder to get students away from their houses to sell to..." Silver pondered on this a moment- most summers he'd usually sit around in his little hut he has set up somewhere- an undisclosed location in an ally in this rundown city. He somewhat wanted to join this new man- Noiz, as he calls himself- and his gang- but did he really want to pledge himself to any specific people? "Hey, Gumza, Noiz. Either of you looking for a summer hand? I don't plan to be pledging myself away anytime soon- but I need something to do this summer other than sit in silence. Either of you will do- as long as you let me leave at the end of the summer- and don't expect me to help with anything during other days." Silver carried himself with upmost confidence- a trait he forced himself to gain to protect his body on the streets.

I literally beat this like two days ago lol. I didn't have any issues really.

Lol you guys remember the other Live action KH with Organization members in a shopping store and then in like a subway or something

~Miles "Tails" Thompson~ "Forget about him, that party is probably going to be more rotten than Robbie Rotten." Miles adjusted his backpack to realign with his spine, and looked at the now group of people. "I'll probably see you guys around. Have a great summer!" Even though Miles wasn't their friend perse, he did think they were cool- and not in the 'Oh look, I'm the popular kid who has lots of friends' way, but more in the 'yeah I'm pretty fun, but I've got a sense of morality' way. He wished he could join them at the diner, but he had to work in about 30 minutes. "I've gotta head to my job. Cell phones don't fix themselves!" ~Silver Giorno~ Scoffing towards such a ridiculous remark, Silver brushed his hair away from his face, letting out a sly grin and a chuckle, trying to seem as calm and collected as he always is. "There's nothing 'little' about my friends, I can assure you of that." Silver's remark, however, was soon overdone by someone new entering the scene- someone who looked like he actually knew a thing or two about running a gang- if that's what you could call this group of clowns. "I like this guy," Silver stated, laughing a but with the statement leaving his mouth, "he seems to be more sane in the brain than you lot." Silver hadn't any plans for the rest of the day, so he chose to engage this new figure. "What's your name?"

Honestly I think about things like this in kh2 a lot- why add a potential area but not make it available to get to? There's a ton in KH2 like the Mansion, TWTNW, etc. I'm seriously hoping they do some sort of exploration of those.

~Satchel Haji~ "My name?" Satchel did a short bow to his neighbor, and looked up. "I'm Satchel. I've lived here basically all my life, and I've only ever met one other Stand user. Surprising that today I meet three." He took a step back, giving his friend some space. "You don't have to show me yours, if you don't want to. Most of the time, it's probably a better idea to keep them hidden to yourself. You never know who could have ill intentions. I showed you mine just to help you understand that you weren't alone, but I didn't tell you what mine can do. Keep the ability a secret- to everyone!"

~Miles "Tails" Thompson~ "I'm sorry, it's just that with summer coming, I'll have more free time," Miles continued, still seated in his last period, Engineering, even though the bell rang minutes ago. Mr. Mann looked upon Miles with a bit of disbelief and exhaust- Miles was his most persistent student, after all, and asking for a summer project was something he probably should've expected from him. "The store won't let me take more hours that I've already got- they don't want to have to pay me an actual paycheck. I don't know what to do with all this time." Miles seemed slightly disappointed in Mr. Mann's silence, his chilly eyes unwavering from the floor, as if his blond hair weighed his head down a bit too much. "I'm sorry Miles, but I ain't got nothin' for ya. Why dontcha try being a teen this summer, 'steada sittin' in that attic ya got?" Mr. Mann may have been a teacher, but his dialect was about as unkempt as a roosters nest- and his deep southern accent wouldn't help his case much either. Still, he got his point across. Miles left the room with a sigh, hoping maybe he'd be hit by a genius idea when he got home. Passing by the twins he came to know as Roxas and Ven being harrassed by the boy named Vanitas, he spoke up. "Vanitas, any party that you go to is bound to be raided by police- I seriously doubt anyone with half a brain would take you up on that offer." Miles didn't know Roxas or Ven aside from by their name. Heck, they probably didn't even know HIS name, but he still wanted to harass their harasser. ~Silver Giorno~ These kids... a bit riled, aren't they? Must be summer vacation. It's hard to keep track of all these events. A boy of mischief and red hair, Silver Giorno gazed upon the stampede of teens and young adults from the parking lot, making some sort of deal with one of it's attendees. One of those top class kids that somehow always managed to get their hands dirty with drugs, with money Silver never questioned the origins of. "...whatever. Just give me the money already and let me leave this place." "Chill dude, here." The boy handed Silver what he asked for- a rolled up wad of cash. Silver grinned, and handed off his deal- an unknown item wrapped in brown paper, tied with string. "Don't tell anyone where you got this. I will not hesitate to track you down." Silver walked away with his score, shoving it nonchalantly into his jacket pocket. Seriously, what's a kid with that kind of money doing at this school? Not that I'm complaining- easy score for me. This kid is gonna have one hell of a summer. I'm almost jealous- or I would be if I wanted to kill myself. But that's his loss, and my gain. He toyed around with the cash in his pocket, smirking only a bit. He hated drugs- at least, the ones that he saw dangerous. He drinks, and rolls the occasional joint, but he'd never get himself into something as deadly as anything else. His victorious strut, however, was intrusively stopped by loud voices from across the lot- a man standing on a dumpster. He tucked the cash away deeper into his pocket, and walked towards the alleyway the man was screaming from. "Hey, you wanna get yourself and your friends here arrested? Because your yelling is no doubt gonna attract attention."

I was thinking maybe? My goal was to have him eventually join one of the gangs- preferably one that was actually committing crimes against everyone without really picking sides.

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~Satchel Haji~ "Huh?" Satchel said unconsciously upon finding out that the boy next to him could see the figure- but not know what the figure was. "You... you can see that?" He asked for clarification, but already knew the answer. He brought out his own Stand just enough for the person next to him could see. "Can... you see mine?" He let his Stand reach out his arm towards the boy to see if he could get a reaction. "It's okay- this is a Stand- it's called that because they stand beside us. I learned that two years ago when mine first showed up. I'm not sure who told me that- the memory is distant- but I remember that he said to be careful who I show him too. If you can see him, then that means you have one as well- or at least, you're developing one." Satchel gave himself a moment to breath, and then continued. "Mine's name is Unknown From Me, but it's easier to just call him Unknown."

Was not expecting you guys to reply this fast and frequently lol. I'll be on later tonight and post.

~Satchel Haji~ "Oh jeez...." Upon reaching the mall, he found himself happening upon two people who seemed to have been in some sort of fight- but he elected to ignore it initially. Probably father and son arguing about something silly- that is, that's what he thought until the older man pulled out a figure behind him. "He has one too?" Satchel, knowing full well what a Stand was, chose to keep an eye on the battle, but act as if he didn't care, as to make sure no one could guess that he could also see Stands, meaning he has one. He instead decided to chat with a boy who also seemed to be watching the battle- or at least the kid. The boy was dressed somewhat heavily for someone who lived in one of the hottest cities in Florida- but maybe that was just his style. Satchel, having difficulty coming up with a reason to bring up conversation with him, walked over to the railing where the city could be seen. "Wow, I've been here a lot, but never noticed how much of the city you could see from here, it sure is a sight, isn't it?" He spoke to the boy, unsure if he was listening or not. He turned back and leaned against the railing, looking again at the ongoing scene with the older man and a kid. "What's all that yelling about?" He asked the boy, who now was positioned next to him,

~Satchel Haji~ "Dad..." Satchel never found anything his dad did embarrassing- if anything, he was glad his father was willing to be himself even when surrounded by people who thought what he did was pathetic. Satchel was just happy to see his dad sitting under the Purple Crape Myrtle he planted when Satchel was born, tending to it as he always does when he's home- which is rare. His father had neat brown hair, always kept in shape as if he was born with metal hair, usually with a business suit on. Today however, he was wearing his casual blue jeans and button-up. "Hey there Satchel, heading out?" His father always spoke with a soft voice- but Satchel could never tell if it was due to him constantly having a headache, or just his personality. "Grab some cereal before you come back, we don't really feel like cooking tomorrow." "Okay, you'll still be here when I come back?" "Of course." Satchel picked on his dad quite a bit for leaving without notice- his job, whatever it may be, required him to travel often, and sometimes he wouldn't return for months. All Satchel knew is that he sometimes had meetings in offices, and other times worked in the fields. Regardless, Satchel grabbed his bike, and started towards the mall complex. A figure appeared beside him, expressing a face reflecting doubt. "What? He'll probably be around for the rest of the week at least."