Nero Kunivas

I'll be posting very soon, just so you all know.

Would you rather that or have to listen to Master Xehanort's monologues for hours on end?

Well of course, though to be fair, FFXV isn't all that bad. It could've been worse, like another game that was stuck in Development Hell...Duke Nukem: Forever ring any bells? Still, I'm not getting myself hyped for KH3. I'm looking forward to it, but I'd prefer to be surprised by what it may have to offer.

There will absolutely be either a delay or the release date will be 2019 by default.

I think the part that gets me most is that he was able to reduce Roxas from full HP to low enough to use a Limit Break with just one, off-hand smack. Lexaeus is a firetrucking beast.

Indeed, shows you're in for a good time with a game. I fondly remember and still play Mass Effect 3's Citadel DLC due to the good and hilarious writing. And oh it certainly did. Roxas, despite liking him, getting punched in the face never gets old.

How wude.

Perhaps the writers remembered/learned what comedy actually is?

Goddamn it, Marluxia, you were a traitor, now you serve him? Foolish fool.

That's what I was thinking too. Plus, Yevgeni won't exactly be Soren's favourite person if/when he finds out about his role in Shiva's assassination, regardless of his next move. For a large crowd of a despairing, desperate kingdom, Yevgeni has the gift of the silver tongue. But for an ex-sentinel like Soren, with an ear to the ground, care will need to be taken, though he can't exactly beat around the bush if you mean what I think you mean. I believe they will get to that point.

Oh most definitely. At the same time, Soren must keep his composure, having just dealt with Shiva's death in person and failing to catch the assassin. One can imagine that was quite hard on him, but now he needs to be sure of a few things. Though he has to wonder...is he more loyal to Shiva simply serving Yevgeni, or by honouring his promise to Raiden? He knows nothing of Yevgeni being complicit with Nergal's actions, nor would he suspect treachery just by looking at him. As their discussion progresses, it's all up to Yevgeni to keep his act up and not slip...entertaining indeed.

I second this. I love me some Sandcastles! On the topic of Overworld...Yevgeni and Soren talking, hoo boy. I like.

I don't expect much, but I have a small hope to be surprised.

- Soren Monroe, the Penitent Traitor - Kilkis Seres Campgrounds w/ Yevgeni - Soren resisted the temptation to scowl at Yevgeni as he seemed to feign ignorance, though while Soren couldn't say for sure if he was, the demon's treachery surely had to be known to all by now. He had heard enough whispers at the Campgrounds as it was. "Haven't you heard about my treachery, bordering on high treason, during the Battle Between Worlds?" Soren spoke as he followed Yevgeni behind the tent, a small part of him was worried about what was to come from this encounter, but he pushed it to a corner of his mind for he had to be calm and thoughtful in this discussion. "I'm certain I was dramatic enough in my crisis of faith in front of Shiva and both armies that I could've been heard by those who reside in the North." Soren snarked at his own expense, noting his surrender to Shiva and forfeiture of his rights to live before being, unceremoniously "forgiven" and allowed in the Camp. He would then listen intently to Yevgeni's words, his surprise at the role of Regent being placed upon his shoulders did seem genuine, no one could've expected Shiva's death, especially one so brutal and sudden. "It certainly is. For me, a surprise was Shiva's forgiveness to me. Huh, if you could call it that." Soren added as he sat upon the second crate. "At least, the one she spoke in public." He the noted, before clearing his throat, then began to answer Yevgeni's question: What could he do for him? "Oh, I just wanted to talk. I can't imagine how you must be feeling right now." Soren started, reaching into his coat pocket, but raised his free hand to calm Yevgeni should he have gotten concerned. "You stand at the precipice of peace and war. I just wonder what you will decide to do from here..." Soon he pulled out a small metal box, opening the top and taking something from it: A small, pink cupcake. He had taken a stockpile of them from Mystras and miraculously they had remained intact despite his battles. "Sorry, I've been famished for a while, do you mind?" Soren spoke politely, as he truly wished to be kind to Yevgeni, oblivious to his role in Nergal's assassination of Queen Shiva. - Meksis, the Divided - Ivany's Tent - The Alchemist speaking of the inevitability of Maxis's fall only made Meksis's heart sink with sorrow, yet he still remained determined to keep his infection at bay and find some way of saving him. Soon after, Ivany explained how Meksis was different from his brother in armour and blood, stating he was part of the second generation of Living Armours, tailored to be more resistant to corruption and other such forces due to an admittedly ingenious method: Use their old shell of a body as a vessel for the dark energies to keep them fighting for longer. "Hmph. Yet still they decommissioned us and left us to rust away...and die." Meksis mused, looking down to his right as he did, then focusing back on Ivany as she continued, seeming to come to a concerning realization. It was then she slammed her book shut and walked over to the Chaperone. "Your other self...your original body, is out there. And since he isn't in a state in which he can soak up your corruption anymore...you're building up on it." The energies of Light and Darkness rushed over his body for a brief second as shock and fear overtook Meksis. "What?!" He then exclaimed, dreading just what his body could be doing right this moment and what it meant for him and Maxis. "You're...you're saying he has become Hollow?" Meksis groaned, the Defiled pressed down on his heart due to the increasing negativity he was feeling. "Then he'd seek to seed chaos and unrest...and, if he has become alive, well I don't really know then, but maybe..." Meksis then grunted in frustration, rising to his feet sharply. "Perhaps he killed Shiva. B-But I cannot jump to conclusions yet...wha-what do I do--aaagh!!" He suddenly screamed in agony for but a moment, his breathing becoming laboured again as he forced the Defiled back as much as he could. "...what...do I do, Ivany?" He whispered, his knees wobbling but not giving way. The darkness was now a heavy burden not unlike a boulder being pressed upon his shoulders. - Nergal, the Queenslayer, Remnant of Meksis - Nergal had now disappeared from view of anyone in the Kilkis Campsite, though his departure was halted by a strange feeling: A tinge of pain in his chest, yet it was not his own, but a remnant of someone else's agony... "Meksis...you're in pain..." He uttered to himself in surprise, not expecting to still have any sort of connection to his former spirit...the one that left him long ago to inhabit an armour. The pain that Meksis was enduring was not natural, neither was it ceasing, yet Nergal could only feel a very, very occasional tinge as if it were a weak aftershock. Even through these weak tremors, he could feel the pain of something else entirely and it was separate from the agony he was suffering from...it was heartbreak. On top of all of this, Meksis felt despair for someone he cared about... "Maxis, too...? Hmm...you always did care about him more than your own body. But don't you worry, Meksis...I still have a few plans for you. Then losing Maxis, or your own will, shall be the least of your problems today." Nergal clenched his fist over his chest with the hand he held over it in response to the pain, before lowering it and continuing to stalk the shadows, patiently waiting for his next task...and for when he could see the wondrous splendor that was Yevgeni once more.

So, Maxis is Grey Fox now? The headbutting reminded me of his freakout in MGS.

- Nergal, Remnant of Meksis, the Queenslayer - Kilkis Seres Campgrounds w/ Yevgeni - Nergal frowned beneath his mask as Yevgeni spoke of Shiva's demise, her departure leaving an impact upon both worlds so immediately...a surprise to be sure, but a welcome one. "Her connection to the barrier between worlds ran deep indeed..." He then noted, resuming his listening to Yevgeni. Something soon caught his attention; Yevgeni all but confirming that the demon in question was Soren Monroe, immediately he followed-up on this after his comrade had finished speaking with a lean forward. "Soren is a vengeful, persistent one. But if I may, I'd suggest you not antagonize him anymore than he will be already. He is sure to come here, to you, with questions..." Nergal suggested, then a smirk formed upon his lips hidden by the mask. "And if he is as...sentimental, as I believe him to be, he'll have sought Shiva's forgiveness. And he will seek the same of Shiva's son and retainer...maybe even of you. Play to this, if you wish." He concluded about Soren, hearing the disturbance caused by Maxis in the background, but preferred to focus on Yevgeni. The Regent then proposed that while Nergal may be present, he was to keep his distance from Yevgeni in public and from any of Shiva's most dear. To which Nergal nodded immediately, realizing the potential dangers. "As you wish. I seek not to be saddled with sensitive, pressing questions by her grievers." With that, he reciprocated Yevgeni's bow, who thanked him for his help. "You are most welcome. It is an honour to serve...noble Regent. I wish you luck, friend~" Nergal spoke with vigor and sincerity, before turning to depart. Truth be told, to be away from Yevgeni was painful to Nergal, his heart ached more as their distance grew...the now-Regent of Kilkis Seres had given him much, like Alastor had done...now he was torn between the two, though there was no guarantee he'd see Alastor again. But he would see Yevgeni again. He would relish the sight of him once he did. - Soren Monroe, the Penitent Traitor - Kilkis Seres Campgrounds - As Nergal disappeared into the shadows, a familiar demon made his way through the crowd after Yevgeni had finished his speech, only making his way to the Regent after Maxis had entered and just after Nergal departed, his fists clenched as he wandered among those who held him in a very low regard. Yet as the wind blew through his raven locks, he kept his head high, his approach almost like a march before he would slow down, calling out to the nearby Yevgeni in a regular speaking tone. "Yevgeni?" He said, swallowing and raising a hand as his attention was hopefully roused. "I know I'm not the person you'd want to see right now...but please, could I have a moment? I hear you're the new Regent of Kilkis Seres." Soren coolly spoke, rubbing his shoulder to ease tension, born from the stress caused by Shiva's brutal death.

Unrelated, but, I have to point out that you didn't address my final piece for Soren and Raiden's flashback. So I must poke you about it.

I said they'd start RPing! I said it!

I'm still confused about Dissidia NT. It could've been everything we ever wanted, yet...it wasn't. They would've been better off making a Remake of the PSP Games.

- Soren Monroe, the Penitent Traitor - FLASHBACK, Lake Kresnik - - Meksis, the Divided - Ivany's Tent - Once Meksis had entered Ivany's tent, his strength lapsed as he almost fell over, but thankfully the alchemist was there to catch him, leading him to one of her chairs and sat him down, wanting to know what happened. Meksis didn't even need to answer, as one look into her eyes told her all she needed to know. Ivany was now terribly worried, asking Meksis if was corrupted. "I am not of darkness yet, Ivany...but Maxis is. He's gone completely mad, his corruption, or whatever it is, has taken him over. I tried to meld my mind with his to help him, but the-the..." Meksis lost his breath for a moment to the point of feeling completely winded, desperately recomposing himself to keep speaking. "...the corruption had overtaken him already, forcing me out of his mind and..." Meksis's eyes flashed red and darkness crackled on a few segments of his armour, but he remained in control. "...agitated my own infection." He rasped his words out, the fight was being taken out of him as every second passed. Shaking his head and growling with determination, he looked straight at Ivany as he then pleaded. "I need your help, Ivany...you're my only hope of figuring out how to purge this...this burden from my mind and my body. And of saving my blood brother." He concluded with a sigh, followed by a bout of laboured breathing. The Defiled was pressing down upon his spirit with immense weight, but the pain was like a hot brand being pressed against flesh, of which he had none.

Typhon, you ever-lovable bugman. Hell, if Raiden's receiving fan-mail, perhaps I should indulge. -------------------- "Dear Raiden, Lord of Mystras" "My brother in armour has gone insane, my Queen is dead and the war presses on...in five thousand years, things have not been as firetrucked as they are now, if you'll pardon my tongue." "In all honesty, I wish you luck. But please, if you end up laying siege to the Queen's Palace, or something else happens that escalates this war...the, cleaning staff request that you watch the rugs." "They all have a ten-thousand thread count and were weaved by seamstresses from the North, don't ask how we got them, they said. They'd just appreciate it. Me? Minimise needless deaths...I beg of you." "Sincerely, and with a heavy heart" -Meksis, the Chaperone, a Living Armour. P.S: I'm sorry about Soren. I don't know if he's done anything today, but if you have him, sorry. He's a troubled man. P.P.S: I'm surprised we still handwrite letters in this age...great, now I'm rambling on a piece of paper. --------------------- I'm tired, I put too much time into this. lol

I like dis. All I hear is Lord Saladin. I am very okay with this.

*Glances at a mirror*

- Soren Monroe, the Penitent Traitor - FLASHBACK, Lake Kresnik - - Meksis, the Chaperone, Armour of Light - Kilkis Campgrounds Outskirts - Still incapacitated by their failed mind melding, Meksis was powerless to stop Maxis from departing elsewhere, only able to clutch at his head in both hands as his Light and Dark energies wrestled for control. It felt like Meksis's mind was tearing itself apart, at least that was what the agony he was enamored by told him, though the constant, ethereal whispers of the Defiled echoing in and all around his mind did nothing to help him. If anyone were present, they could see the small cascade of energies flowing through and around Meksis, Light and Darkness ferociously clashing with one another, but never mixing or uniting in any form. "You should let me handle things from here, dear Meksis. Let your old friend, Meksis, take the reigns. I can end yours and Maxis's torment..." The first clear sentence was uttered to Meksis as he briefly entered his own mindscape. The entire, realm, so to speak, was at war with itself, the "walls" of energies were tearing and shearing, violent swaths of power flowed all around Meksis, and as he looked up from he struggle, the Defiled as well, who stood before him in the confines of his spilling mind. As before, he appeared as Meksis did, but infused with and consumed by rabid shadows masking blood red "eyes" beneath his visor. A devilish burst of a chuckle slipped from the Defiled's mouth as he lunged at Meksis, grasping his head with both hands and growling with an unmatched animosity and rage. Meksis could only scream for a few seconds, desperately clawing at the Defiled's arms in a bid to get free. He could feel himself giving way... "...b-by...my oath...I..wiil...not falter! Never...never to the likes of you!!" Meksis declared as he grabbed onto the Defiled's wrists and forced himself to stand back up, glaring his Darkness right in the eyes and instead, he grasped him by the head and forced his will back into motion. Though it would not be as easy as he hoped, for the Defiled put up a fight and it seemed Meksis's eyes had deceived him, but, the Defiled appeared to be smiling. "You and I will remain bound together, Meksis! Without me, you do not have the strength to save your blood brother! Now let us unite~" In a burst of Light and Darkness, their forms seemed to mix together as Meksis in the real world woke back up. - Meksis, the Divided - The presence of the Defiled was now as real as when he took over, but Meksis still had control over himself...for now. Panicked and exhausted, Meksis fled into the Campgrounds of Kilkis Seres, desperately searching for the one person who could give him answers. As he approached a tent that of an alchemist, he rushed inside to meet with Ivany. - Nergal, Remnant of Meksis, the Queenslayer - Kilkis Seres Campgrounds w/ Yevgeni - "My apologies on such short notice, Yevgeni. I couldn't stay in the shadows forever." Nergal uttered, giving a small bow of respect to his new friend, looking over briefly at the attending crowd they had left. "I assume you know the deed is done. But when I was there, the Lord of Mystras...and a Demon, were present. Perhaps it would be best to implicate them? Or did you have other plans?" He explained, then proposed a suggestion, rolling his shoulders to ease some tension in his body. "Nevertheless, I believe it would be best for me to be a more, familiar sight, rather than a mystery fellow who is discovered sneaking around and called into question. That and if we are to enact our future plans, we'd best do so sooner rather than later. I will do all I can to help you, for that is what I promised you, Yevgeni." Nergal assured the former retainer of King Alexander, placing a hand on his chest in sincerity as he concluded.

True, I just have a knack, and a bloody record, for being slow/inactive. Recent events have been a relieving change of pace on my part. Speaking of which...