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No, it's not "necessary." But it is nice. Each portray different emotions and such. While Riku and Sora both appear more often, Kairi is the driving force for BOTH of their actions. It makes sense for her theme to appear as a sense of comfort.

I'd personally suggest somehow walking into our Bibliotheca and handing her over to Isaac.

*sigh* I knew I should've made more friends on that ship....

With gadgets! And gizmos! And email addresses!

Dead human skin (or just skin)

(Uh Crona, we would probably pretend easier if you didn't use "M" just now, again ) "Ah, I've only had a single memory, so far. Nothing tragic, but somewhat miserable. I've told Robert the same thing: I'm not exactly comfortable with telling you, or anyone of. Don't make a deal out of it either. The misery that's there is probably my fault." Noah responded to Neena. When he mentioned Robert, he looked over to where he was. Still gone, just as someone else was last time. "How about you?" He asked, returning his gaze to Neena. Even ready to counter, Morgan hardly got a chance to. Bamboo, depending on the amount, was generally lightweight and easy to swing around. Morgan succeeded in deflecting the strikes, but had absolutely no opportunity to strike back or counter. The dense bamboo still did nothing to her carbon blade, but neither did her's to his. (This is getting nowhere. And I seem to be fighting them both more often than they are to each other.) Morgan thought. Instead of deflecting Robert's last attack of his flurry, she elegantly and intricately evaded backwards.

At first, Joshua felt awkward and silent with Erin, as with all people, of course. She had looked at him a few times—most likely just because of how young he looks. After all, he is very young, but looks to be even more so. Now at eleven years old, he looked to be just about eight. Eventually though, by the time the speech ended, Erin looked at him with...misery. His sympathy overshadowed his timidity, to a certain extent. Slowly, quietly, he spoke to her: "...I-is...something...wrong?"

(I forgot the word was censored here...hence why before, I always thought it better to use asterisks....) "Why are you here?" Margaret asked again, demandingly. Elda seemed to have ignored both her and Noah just now...both getting incredibly irritated. "There were two Phantom presences here." Noah answered directly to Margaret. "Now, Elda, my if all I'm to do is track them, what do you propose on doing next?" He sneered. The Phantoms did nothing at this point, but wait. They awaited also, to see if Aisling and I would use the Bibliotheca. Their arms seemed to reach over, but would probably only pull if we began to move. They seemed...constricting. Joshua now spoke, with somehow modest pride. Surely...something a bit...deeper. "Aisling...I-I'm...sorry...."

(Derik muttered to himself that "Her name started with an M...." (along those lines)Mes overheard, and asked "Whose name?)The grim, yet bright eyes of an owl drifted about through the night, in patient wait. (It seems best to not leave until the barrier fades.) Lira thought. She was somewhat near Joshua, on the opposite side of the barrier from the campsite. Joshua wasn't asleep—and seemed to not be able to. Fearful of death at Ryonne's hand, memory-yearing [despite the miserable memories he currently has. Naive optimism for the moment], and just the sheer uncomfortability and coldness. No warmth. He still tried resting against the barrier itself. (I wonder if Sylar and the others are interested in tension...or are they just in mere action and physical conflict?) She added in thought, still.A wind-up punch. Noticeable before the strike. Avoided. A sweep—surprisingly, Morgan has agility great midair and on the ground, as does she anticipate such attacks. Avoided. However, Morgan's sense of evasion, as all, was not perfect. Each of Bronshu's next three attacks struck well on Morgan. Namely, the stomach punch packed the most...well...punch. She staggered back, stunned in pain for a few moments. She scoffed, as if she knew that she would be struck, and not choked up on hubris. She stood battle-ready again, rapier in-hand, now awaiting and attack herself.

I'm interested. I'll probably join when I habe the chance. I'm most likely going to try and use Dr. Stein (Soul Eater) Pride (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood) And either Gluttony or Envy (also FMA)

Welcome, of course! And thank-you for these great forums. Did you just ignore the quota?

"...Um...y-yeah, it's free." Joshua replied to Lucio. Someone he didn't know, but even so, Joshua was nervous to people he DID know as well. He just...needed to really warm up to people. Or...vice versa. He listened to the speech intently, very mildly entertained by the president's energy and enthusiasm. (That seemed...very...abrupt...and short.) Joshua thought himself, confusedly. He picked up the piece of trash near him, the one that Usagi had failed in throwing, and disposed of it in the garbage.

I'd recommend it. It IS free, and pretty fun. Also, that mount if you play WoW.

Noah nodded. He let Neena take her time to herself, but still...he tried to 'read' her, to see what she's thinking, just out of inference. She seemed to be great at preventing it, actually. Her voice, face, and overall demeanor was all neutral...indifferent. But at the same time, it was made obvious. Perhaps stressed...perhaps confused...or both. Regardless, Neena was clearly in deep thought. And what else is there to be think about, other than newly regained memories? In their circumstances, at least. And so...her mind was contradicting itself. In conflict. Noah smiled, thinking he figured out the jist of what was going on. But he wasn't one to invade privacy, or let another know of it, for that matter. He kept quiet, and reverted his expression back to 'indifferent' as Neena looked back at him. He expected her to say something. Or...maybe she expected him to...? Morgan staggered. Hit, but hardly injured. She regained her stamina and fortitude quickly. She was a bit surprised, but not overly. Someone like Mes has a key and elemental abilities, after all. "Heh. I can very well continue mincing the bamboo until its two miniscule to use." She suggested. She taunted Robert, gesturing a bump on the head. "What are you, dense?" She laughed, having seen his ability. "Take that as a literal question." She came to strike as if to Robert, imminently going to Bronshu instead. "Don't overindulge in thought, boy," she remarked, slashing down at his shoulder.

(The Orb of Darkness was already taken, so I'm pretty sure it's over now But even so, I can have my characters do a bit more than watch Seth and the others ominously) Joshua drifted his eyes, hesitantly and miserably. It seemed he sort of feared Titus for what he may discover, but envied him at the same time. Titus is...who Joshua had dreamed of being. A skilled mage, enrolled into countless programs—becoming a Wizard, and...maybe more. Ancitif chose not to manifest now of all times...but its essence lingered. "How...fitting of a conversation." it echoed only in Rin's and Suzuki's minds. "To be tied and restrained—perhaps even constricted by a leash. Like a dog...like a slave." Noticing that Ancitif began whispering into others again, Joshua tensed up...somewhat noticeably, but did his best to keep Ancitif from doing any more. Its last current breaths drifted gradually away from Rin And Suzuki "You...will abandon each other...and...more...." "Destruction has taken its place here. Just as an Orb of Darkness was taken." Morgan and Malebolge loomed now over Fiore. "You're late. And you missed class for good." She and her Dark One snickered. With the location of a single Orb of Darkness known, only a few remained and the summoning of the Malebranche would be trivial. That is...once the orbs are obtained. Regardless, there was plenty of time to spare on a student. "Still going to play the hero? Leave now, if not." Skilled of a mage, quite truly. His wisdom easily compensates a lack of power...but he has both. Dante's right eye of a watery azure, and left eye of a bloody crimson, both shone brightly, looking out at a distance. (With Arlolin decimated, the Orb of Darkness was surely stolen. And yet...here in Carmaerd, survivors arrive. I sense them all...do they not see that a Dark One lies amongst them?) Dante pondered, intrigued. (This requires investigation. And...) he focused on one of them (...what is perhaps only a one-sided reconciliation.)

Joshua sat in the theatre, ready for the speech. His seating was always indecisive, since he wanted to pay attention and not have any older, monolithic students block his view, but he also wanted to be a bit...isolated from the others. It was always a tough decision, and depended on the topic of the assembly, but he didn't really know what it was this time. He decided to sit in the front row, but at the very end of one side. He could still see well, and hopefully people left a few spots between him and others.

(Lira copied Ryonne's appearance, and used it to scare off Joshua from the group, pretty harshly. Walter, suspicious, went to find him, but Lira kept him back to where he would sleep, trying to convince him it was his dream. That is, until everyone realizes it in the morning when it's a bit late to help. Even if they get to Joshua, and convince him to stay, there's going to be a lot of one-sided tension and fear between him and the actual Ryonne.)"Going somewhere?" Noah questioned Neena. He didn't show any signs of stopping her from leaving, as his tone might wrongly suggest, but it was a literal question. His grey hair and eyes seemed much closer to black in the darkness, and his voice seemed only slightly tired, but still somehow quieter than normal.(Mortals, just like every other enemy I've seen here,) Morgan thought to herself while avoiding the shock wave. (Simply for that reason, they have my mercy even if it means my failure to win this.) She gracefully landed on the ground near Robert with an upward slash. It gashed not Robert, but the staff. "You chose your weapon simply of its actual being as a 'weapon,' and not by the material it was made. That is a mistake." Morgan told him. Her carbon black blade easily pierced the bamboo of the staff. If she struck with enough force, it would easily be minced.

The being of pride echoed through both Aisling and Joshua. "In your world's reflection, you will remain here. You will remain and cause nothing, until...the time comes." Joshua's eyes glistened purple, clearly trapped by Pride. Aisling's glowed green, trapped in the Bibliotheca's reflection by Envy. "...You two...are the weakest here." Envy spoke, "The others still also need to be...quarantined.""Pretentious, naive little--" Margaret grunted at Elda, stopping herself for a moment. "...philistine." She sighed. "I don't firetrucking care for either of you. What are you here for?" Noah glared angrily at Elda. She was never appreciative of anything, of course, but she was being incredibly pompous. "I'd like to hear what you think yourself of."

I'm perfectly fine with adding characters. And I'm still waiting for an actual opportunity to post

...Uh, Silver

And now I am going to go and practice the piano. Or just a keyboard, actually. Why must I be born in the middle class?

"...Walter...?" Joshua sat up, looking ahead. Still nervous, he walked slightly ahead toward the direction of Walter's voice. Ryonne stood right near him. In a split second, Joshua rushed back. Lira took Walter without much effort, fading into the darkness and back to the 'campsite.' Lira set Walter down with little effort. (Walter is asleep....) She lied in her mind, just thinking. (...A bad dream...nothing more happened....) Lira faded away once more.

Joshua stopped upon hearing Walter's voice. Practically...his...brother. Calling for him...and yet Joshua was so desperate. Desperate to live so he could find out his memories even if he hadn't talked about either of his already regained memories to anyone. Both of misery. Eyes watery, Joshua still ran, eventually reaching the end of the barrier. He sat there, as if hiding. Still afraid.

Coming back, Joshua was all alone. Not awfully far from the rest...but...out of sight. Grabbed by his mouth, and pulled back, the two looked at each other silently. "R-Ryonne...?" Joshua whimpered quietly, scared. "Yeah. It's just me," Ryonne let go of Joshua's mouth, but had a dark expression. "You're holding us back."Joshua froze, face pale. "...Wh...what...do you...mean...?" He asked. Ryonne stared back at Joshua, intimidatingly. "You can't fight. You can't even fight for yourself. What have you really even done for the group...?" Joshua remained silent. "Go. Reach the end of the barrier, and stay there. When it fades, I want you to leave and never come back. If you do...." Ryonne stopped for a moment, hesitantly. "I WILL kill you whenever we're alone again. Understood?" Ryonne asked, darkly, again. Joshua nodded silently, standing up weakly, and running away to the other end.Ryonne stood as well, with a small grin. And in moments, Lira left as a mere crow.

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