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  1. I'm happy with my current username, though I am wondering what risk is involved in changing one's username? Did I miss something and there's some glitch?
  2. Mirai had noticed Malac tense, though didn't press the matter further in favor of falling in line with the rest of the group down the chosen path. The wind remained relentless as they trekked on, causing Mirai to grip the longer side of her skirt in hopes of sheltering herself further from the bitter cold. As they continued onward she took in what Ravia had to say concerning magic in this world, to which she nodded. "Good call. I'm glad that you have observed this, Ravia. The less talk we can conjure in this town, the better. This sorceress indeed sounds like she could be trouble if the empire's motives conflict with ours, though she shouldn't be anything that we cannot handle, especially if we work together." Unfortunately Mirai had little to offer in terms of intel; she had only shortly arrived around the time that the Lobos attacked her, leaving little opportunity to be able to observe Narshe and the ongoings. She unfurled a map with fingers that could barely function from the cold, considering it whilst observing the path beyond. "So I understand that the Esper we're seeking is in the mines," Mirai murmured, concentration laid out upon the map. "But there's the miners to consider. We should concoct a tale in case we run into any, lest they grow suspicious of us or deny us entry, which is possible even with a plausible tale."
  3. Sounds good to me. I actually am sort of weaving in that Mirai knew Eli, but still thinks that he is alive. Mirai was not a particular social butterfly, so I am, for the moment, going along as though she doesn't really know what's going on but is willing to befriend Rabia and Chikao.
  4. "Eli? Eli's your brother?!" Mirai's demeanor changed entirely, shoulders relaxing slightly as she considered Malac. "That would explain why I thought I recognized you. I may have seen the two of you together. How is he doing? Last I saw of him, he was just acquiring his Keyblade from the Master." It had been an obviously long time since Mirai had seen him, and clearly the young woman was oblivious to his death. The two were interrupted, however, when Chikao and Rabia made their presences known to them. Mirai was silent as the others exchanged pleasantries, not wishing to comment that she did not recognize either of them. Only Malac felt familiar, though this was probably because of knowing young Eli back in the day. "What is this Esper, exactly?" Mirai questioned. "I hear that it sleeps, whatever it is. My only concern is that trouble may be lurking for us around it. I doubt that we are the only ones interested in its slumber in this village." She extended a hand to shake Chikao's and Rabia's in turn, before finally falling to offer her hand to Malac, a warm smile in the direction of the young man. "Regardless, I would agree with Rabia. We will be stronger in numbers. Who wants to take point?"
  5. I was wondering about this as well and was just noncommittal about Mirai knowing anyone, implying that they looked familiar but not wanting to elaborate lest the players were unhappy with a prior meeting. I would be happy with Mirai knowing any or all of you prior to Narshe, and can edit my posts accordingly.
  6. While Galla claimed to be hale, her trembles betrayed her. Kolm's gaze studied her face solemnly, retaining his distance several paces away. It was awkward to regard a friend whilst trying to maintain what was a comfortable distance for the necromancer. "Nothing," Kolm said, perhaps too quickly. "I was just . . . ah, concerned after our visit to the Aquafolk village, I suppose. With all due respect, you look like you could do with more rest. While I would proffer my healing, I know that it will not heal what ails you." He sat several tables away from Galla, alone, giving her enough space to feel comfortable, but also remaining within earshot if she chose to say anything more. Fury seemed to tighten his muscles and set his jaw in a rigid line as Uzumeashy proclaimed her need for the gallbladder of a dragon. For some reason amusement failed to fall upon the cold mage. Meanwhile, the blonde girl waved enthusiastically and patted the seat alongside her, for Hektor to join them. "So let me get this straight," Rhiannon said, folding her hands along the stretch of the table and leaning into them. "We're going to take on the quest to take down this dragon, and bring you along with us to take out its gallbladder? Essentially you just need the brawn to take out the dragon for you?" "Are you even well enough to accompany us?" Kolm asked from his table, a critical glare falling upon the battle cook. "We do not need you to slow us down, not with a dragon that we would be facing." Rhiannon glanced over her shoulder to acknowledge the speaker, shocked by his harsh words toward Uzumeashy during her hour of need, though said nothing to him as it didn't seem like the moment to do so. Instead she inclined her head and said: "I will join you. This dragon will undoubtedly cause complications for the population that it's terrorizing, and it would be good to restore your health, Berybrillo."
  7. The jade-haired woman glanced over her shoulder as Malac fell into combat alongside her. She gripped her Keyblade tighter. There was much she wished to discuss, though now, as they stared death in the face, was not the proper time. "Don't be a fool," she murmured darkly. "I came for likely the same reason as you. But we'll have time to talk later. For now we must get these guys." Extending her free hand and twisting her wrist, Mirai summoned forth a strong gust of wind, casting Aerora to trip up the Lobos. The beasts did indeed lose their footing, getting consumed by the gust of wind that picked them up and off their feet. Upon the spell's disbursement the wolves fell in a heap, which Mirai decided to take advantage of as she leapt forward, Keyblade outstretched, as she slashed at them with a horizontal strike. Two of them howled before disappearing in a cloud of darkness, much as the ones Malac had destroyed earlier. As though sensing the danger at hand, the third wolf retreated, leaving the two Keyblade wielders alone. A sigh escaped Mirai, her Keyblade de-materializing along her side as she whipped around to face her companion. "Thank you, though I do wonder if we are indeed here for the same reason." She squinted, studying him more carefully. "Have we met before? You seem familiar. My name's Mirai, Mirai Juniperus. And you?"
  8. Sorry, I have had a rather eventful week. I will try to post at some point today.
  9. I play as a sorcerer in the campaign that I regularly partake in, and for one-shot adventures I enjoy playing as a cleric. I've been wanting to try out a druid or a rogue, though.
  10. Like @LunaCattesays, I think it really depends on what you mean by fanservice. If fanservice equates to women/men in risqué clothing and adult themes just to appeal to a certain crowd, I'd say it's definitely not needed in the video game franchise because it takes away from the story and often feels very forced (not to mention it unnecessarily limits the audiences which would normally play the game). If in terms of taking the fanbase in mind and giving them what they want, I think this would actually be a good idea business-wise. It would show that developers actually care about their fans and want to try to give them something that they want.
  11. "Here's to a prosperous year!" "Here, here!" Cheers rang throughout the plaza as many raised their goblets to a toast proposed by the liquor mage, Illsley, a smile curving his lips upward. Moments before Kolm brought the goblet to his lips, the red-haired Lucia glanced his way. Her eyes creased in a smile and for a moment the youth forgot how to breathe. He sputtered on his wine, and the world started to spin. When he next glanced up, the festival of the Aquafolk was gone, and he was instead in a dank alleyway in the dark streets Adurnam, a bloodied dagger in his hand. Before him was Galla, dying, by what seemed a blade of his own work. His eyes widened as he dropped the blade on the ground, backing up into a tall figure. The figure gripped him tightly against his form. "Think you can escape us, Kolm Haranwy?" the voice sneered, wheeling him around into one of his companions. It was them. Those who used his magic for their own gain. For murder. The dark-haired mage grew cold, lips numbs, when another of their group appeared. She wore a painted mask, concealing her features, dark hair coiled down her back. She held a club, which she smacked into her open palm. "You know what to do," she drawled, pointing to Galla's form. "Kill her, and use her blood to forge our path." "No!" Kolm glanced over toward Galla, paralyzed, before he was backhanded by his captor. The blow knocked him back, causing him to trip over a dead body and fall not far from the necromancer. He could not, would not, take her life, "I am through listening to you lot! I will make my own way now." Snickers were returned by the others, before others thrust a spear through his friend. "Nooooooo!" Kolm sat bolt upright in bed, in the Haven, upon the knock rapping on his door. His heart pounded furiously in his chest as he leaned back, closing his eyes as he took it all in. Apparently it was just a nightmare, and a very terrible one at that. He'd been pondering Galla's circumstances on how she'd nearly perished, and apparently his mind concocted a fragment of his past into something terrible. The cold mage was still shaking when he threw on a robe over his pajamas and opened the door. The note that Uzumeashy left sank in, though no real emotion other than fear could penetrate him at that particular moment. "This does not sound like fun," he murmured, though felt that he had no choice but to see what this was all about. Quickly he dressed in his simple black and green attire, before locking his bedroom door and making his way toward the cafeteria. Upon arriving he noticed Galla, alive and well, and for a moment he couldn't help but stare as relief coursed through him. "Galla, good morning!" he said, perhaps too enthusiastically. "I am very glad to see that you are doing well." -------------- Rhiannon sniffed the note and chuckled, before reading the contents with an eye roll. "Oh, Uzumeashy," she said in exasperation. "We love you, too." It took her little time to dress in her silver armor and make her way to the cafeteria, spear in hand. It seemed that the majority of her companions had arrived there as well, some looking more disheveled than others. She braced her spear against a chair before sitting down, ordering a simple breakfast while waiting for her favorite battle chef to appear and explain what was going on with this dragon.
  12. Fantasy for me, definitely, along with a good mystery.
  13. ^I agree very much with Vaude on this. It is entirely your call as the GM, of course, and I am happy to go with whatever you decide, though RPs that are turn-based for posting tend to die off very quickly. Sometimes I have seen rules such as waiting two posts from your last post, or waiting for everyone to post and then move on in any order, or simply to post as you wish. I know that we have talked about giving everyone two weeks to post, which is fair enough, though keeping a strict order may not be ideal. I'm in regardless and will happily follow whatever method you wish to use. If you want to try the turn based option I would say go for it and we can see how it goes.
  14. Now, a quick question on posting: are you wanting to wait for everyone to post before people can post again, or just those who are directly interacting with a group of people? I was thinking to reply, but I wasn't sure how you wanted to do things.
  15. The youth's eyes widened as Galla pronounced her disdain for the Haven. "You . . . do? But, why?" he started to ask, before Galla rose and dismissed herself. Kolm's gaze flickered toward her form briefly as she walked away, feeling both satisfied and empty. It was nice that she apologized for their meeting, as she had indeed been rude in his eyes, though so many questions burned away at him. Why did she hate The Haven? They had saved her life, didn't they? What could they possibly be doing to distress her? True, Kolm was disheartened that they ripped him from his home and forced him to serve in preserving world order against his will, though the folks running the place seemed like otherwise hospitable folk. To despise them seemed surprising, though Kolm was determined to find out why. Seeing Henry receive yet another drink, Kolm felt compelled to move over toward him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "Hate to interrupt like this," Kolm said brusquely. "But . . . are you sure that this drink is, ah, wise?" He shot a glance over to the chief and gave a polite bow. "My apologies, good sir. I mean no disrespect to you. You see, we have a long journey home ahead of us, and Henry is my guide for returning, seeing as I do not know the way myself. I am concerned for his condition." The raven-haired boy obviously had not heard their liquor conversation previously. (I will give @Scrapmaster and @Nero Kunivas a chance to respond before I proceed with Rhi)
  16. The crunching of snow underfoot and the howling of the wind were the only sounds reminding Mirai that she was still alive. The cold pierced through her flesh, causing her to go numb, her teeth chattering as she plowed forward. The jade-haired woman was not in appropriate attire for winter, and she had never even seen a winter quite like this one. Her fingers ran over her gooseflesh. Before she continued she thought it may be best if she went back into town, using what coin she had to properly outfit herself to continue trekking through this blizzard. As it stood, she would not be able to find that frozen Esper if she so desired. Movement ahead caused her to give pause to her momentum. Her dark-green eyes quickly scanned the area, noting only three figures looming into view. Their teeth were among the first features that Mirai took notice to, saliva seeping out the sides of their chops as it fell to the ground, steam produced from its warmth upon the snow. Approaching the young woman were three large wolves, known as Silver Lobos in this land. Upon their chest was a Heartless symbol; whether this was something that the townsfolk were privy to, she didn't know, but she summoned her Keyblade, Mirror Mirror, to get the job done. (If anyone wants to aid Mirai as backup, please feel free to do so! She'd welcome the company)
  17. No problem! Take as much time as you need. I am taking forever to update as well, so I am not one to complain. I am sorry to hear that things have been hectic on your end.
  18. Very great posts from everyone so far. I am really enjoying seeing the way that everyone is wrapping up their tales and tying things together. I will be especially interested to see where some of these things lead up to, if @Elrandir is feeling up to a future sequel and is gracious enough to host it for us. I want to make sure that everyone has the chance to fully complete their character's stories before wrapping this up officially. I think I've seen posts from everyone except @Saber Lily and @Scrapmaster. @Sora's Baby and I are working on a merged post, which should come over the next week or so, most likely. I'm also planning to write Yevgeni's epilogue as well, after the events of this RP.
  19. Raiden would feel a hand rest upon his shoulder and a tender familiar voice say, "The look on your face suggests that you are carrying the weight of a thousand worlds. For just this one day I must implore you, my lord: let it go." Standing alongside him, in vibrant fuchsia scales and mythril armor, was no other than Lorleanna, a loyal servant and trusted general to both Mystras and Raiden. "I cannot imagine what must be circling through your mind, though I am guessing that it is a lot. The worlds have much healing to undergo after what has transpired, but in time, and in the right hands, it shall be done." The general remained standing there, at Raiden's side, spear in hand even though Kilkis Seres soldiers implored her to part with it. Meanwhile, the raucous conversation and many voices died down as Jynn arrived in the chamber. Athena, who held Arthur's hand close to her cheek, gently tugged her knight to make room for the other fey and humans scrambling about. The crowd parted, granting the crown prince access to the rich carpet leading to the throne. The throne of his late mother, and grandfather, and many fey men and women before them. A wizened elderly fey awaited Jynn before the throne, a staff in one hand with his other hand behind his back. When he would approach the man would offer Jynn a bow, before extending the hand which was concealed. In his palm, likely too small for others to see, was a blossom. It was transparent and cloudy, with a subtle hint of blue. "This object transforms into an item which is dear to your heart, the moment that you touch it," the sage explained. "As you can see, it took the form of a cherry blossom upon your mother's coronation, her favorite flower." He continued to hold out his palm, awaiting Jynn to place his hand over the object. When he did, he would continue. "Will you, Jynn Venas of Kilkis Seres, solemnly promise and swear to govern the people of Arcana, and the dominions thereto belonging, according to the statutes in Parliament agreed upon, and the laws and customs of the same?" Silence fell, awaiting Jynn's response.
  20. I'm still in, though I do not think that there's anything that is needed from me at this point? Are we all good to start?
  21. "Really?" Kolm asked incredulously, not realizing that he was pouring his drink onto the ground by holding his goblet sideways. "I mean, that's–I didn't know that could happen. I am very glad that you survived. I suppose you feel that you owe it to them, then, for saving you?" Finally the dampness seeping into his knees from the spilt drink caught his attention, to which he haphazardly brushed at as he placed his goblet firmly down on the patio table in front of them. For some reason it really caught Kolm by surprise to hear that Galla had brushed with death briefly before her arrival. How did it save her? There was much he wanted to know, but he didn't wish to test the necromancer's patience. "Might I get you another drink?" Kolm offered in the silence, hoping to take both of their minds off of Galla's prior circumstances. ------- A soft smile and encouraging nods came from Rhiannon as she listened, both to Hektor and Reksis about the worlds that they came from. "That sounds like a lovely place," she said in agreement to Hektor, once he'd finished his tale. "But why the long face? You can go back home every now and again, you know, even though you're employed here at the Haven. You're not a prisoner." She hesitated as the words left her tongue, though she quickly disengaged and turned toward Reksis and Ghost. "As for you both, it seems that you've faced a fair amount of hardships before arriving here, what with having to live with never seeing a real home" she said. "I won't pretend to understand the terminology that you just used, though a homeworld that is barely more than a mere legend is sad. I'm sorry." When Reksis apologized Rhiannon waved her hand freely. "Oh, no, no, you're fine! You didn't interrupt me at all. It is great to learn more about you two. I like to know my comrades." Shortly thereafter Hektor returned the question toward Rhiannon, something that she wasn't expecting and, briefly, panic flooded her heart. "Oh . . . my homeworld?" What did she say? She bit her lip and turned her head down. "Sadly, I . . . don't remember much. It was very green, warm in the summer and cold in the winter. Not as technologically advanced as it is here in the Haven, but more so than some of the worlds that our friends came from. I remember going to school. It was very ordinary, but then I suppose everyone here feels that where they were raised felt ordinary." Thankfully Rhiannon was saved from having to pursue the conversation and filter her words, as a robotic maid came with her tea. Her fingers slid around the warm handle as her gaze bore into the table in front of her. Yes, the explanation she gave would suffice. She couldn't elaborate on The Calamity, which would take away friends and family members at random, hand-picking those who seemed to be special. Nor could she describe her father's project, or what was becoming of her homeworld as they spoke.
  22. No problem at all concerning the sages. I hadn't realized that they were already developed as greatly as they were when I suggested that they be the Foretellers. I just thought that might be a nice way to blend everything together and give a strong foundation to the new threat. However, it isn't necessary that they're connected. Something that is not connected, in KH, might be nice for a change. Out of all the sages, I think I favor Lawanda and Dow, with Twyla being a close third, but I don't mind waiting to hear what others would be fond of for controlling. I completely agree with @Vaude and think one-week sounds reasonable. Also, @rikunobodyxiii that is awesome that VI came to mind for you as well. It is a great game, perhaps my favorite FF of all time. We could always go with a FF game that you're more familiar with, though; I'm easy.
  23. I too am sorry for the late response, though I am definitely still in. I had actually overlooked your questions to the group earlier. I love the idea of the sages, and I would be very interested in playing one, if divvying out the sages is what you decide upon. Here's a random thought: could the sages be Heartless of the six Foretellers (Gulla, Ava, Luxu, Aced, Ira, and Invi)? As for Organization members, I am feeling that their reappearance might be too redundant (I'm one of those weird ones that feel they should not have reappeared after KH2), though I am fine with it if that is what you would like to do, or if the majority is in favor of them resurfacing. Personally I could see myself controlling either Xigbar or Vexen, but I"m flexible here as well (just don't give me Lexeaus. XD) In terms of worlds, I like the idea of a blend of Disney, original, and Final Fantasy worlds. I'm a huge FF fan, so @rikunobodyxiii's of a Final Fantasy world really piqued my interest. I would be open to almost any game, though I am most partial to Final Fantasys VI, IX, and IV. Personally, I think IX or X would be the best host for a Kingdom Hearts world (For IX, Garnet's mother, the queen, could be seeking hearts for herself, being fully consumed by darkness and desiring KH. Garnet could be a princess of heart, potentially, and the gang teams up with Tantalus. There's a lot of possibilities.) In terms of Disney worlds, I think it would be fun to explore those which we haven't seen in any of the games. I'd be up for a Moana world, and I would also really love to see Atlantis, Treasure Planet, and possibly Pocahontas.
  24. Name: Mirai Juniperus Nickname: Sometimes called "Miri" Race: Human Age: 27 Height: 5' 7" Personality: Stubborn yet kind. Mirai likes to be perfect and follow the rules, and expects everyone else should, too. She tends to hold an air of superiority over others, and is quick to give bullies a dose of their own medicine. Despite this fact, however, Mirai has a big heart, and goes out of her way to perform acts of kindness to those in need. Or if she feels like it. Appearance: Tall and elegant are two words to properly describe this Keyblade wielder. Mirai has jade-green hair that frames her face, with sideswept bangs that often fall into her eyes. Her hair is short on the sides and slightly longer in the back, though reaches no longer than the base of her spine. Her eyes are a brilliant shade of green, wide and full of mystery. With skin the shade of a sun-kissed tan, she wears an elaborate outfit featuring many belts (thanks, Nomura), and a white X pattern across her chest, with a tiered skirt that is merely a few inches long on one side, and full-length to her ankle on the other. History: Mirai lives in a remnant world, having survived the Keyblade War and being scattered to a world where there was still light, as per Master Ava's orders within her Dandelion faction. It was difficult, as Mirai lost many friends and family members from the great conflict in vying for the light. It became her great ambition to protect the worlds and never allow them to fall to darkness again, and to not let any suffer the way that she and countless others had that fated day. Having once served Mirai aspires to become a Keyblade Master, leading apprentices of her own and teaching them the ways of the light and how to safeguard it. However, the path ahead has not been easy, and friends have been near impossible for her to come upon. Often Mirai keeps to herself, untrusting and unwilling to open her heart. Keyblades: Zephry's Kiss – A Keyblade passed down to Mirai from her grandfather when he used to be a Dandelion. This Keyblade has a whimsical appearance, in hues of green, white, and a hint of blue, with swirls that reminisce wind gusting amongst the trees. Vines ensnare the dark-green hilt, and, if one pays close enough attention, it smells of juniper. Mirror Mirror – A Keyblade that Mirai acquired in the Dwarf Woodlands, this Keyblade features a bluebird keychain and dark diamonds along the hilt. The blade extends and is pointed, with shard-like ends that appear to be fragments of a mirror.
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