RPG: Seven Memories of the Fireflies

[Tetsanosuke]

~RULES~

1) AF's rules of course, stick to them!
2) All posts are to be paragraph length, at least five sentences long.
3) Try your best and be sure to NOT GOD MOD~~!!!
4) Have fun or I'll sick Luzy on you! Lol. ( <Nudge, nudge.> )
5) This'll be a 3 post per day RP, 4 on the weekends so people can catch up.


The days had rolled over and over, passing weeks as the Lestern nation brought it’s armies upon the focal points of the Kingdom. Lord Culbrin let his forces into the kingdom from the far of natural bays, setting up fortresses and outposts along some of the major roads, though he had dared not to attempt to capture the illustrious beauty of the Fireflies in fear of his attempts failing with devastating effects. He had stayed on his flagship, the Armada, while watching with close eyes.

Seneth, the son of Theous; Lord and Master of Lesternia and many other lands took his position at the side of his father’s seat, letting his elbow rest at the top knob of the wooden chair. This day was far into the invasion by the end of it’s fifth week and neither side budged.

Seneth looked out the nearby window as the night fell upon the continents. Seneth could see their side light up as the fireflies started their cycle once again, taking light to the sky brilliantly in a stunning burst of soft green and yellow glows, a few reds and blues also scattered amongst the swarm as it took off towards Burning Sky Mountain from Klous Mous to Rinbenki. The people all looked out towards the sky from either side and watched as the insects of life would beautifully swirl and swarm upon the mountain. They let off their faint glow and from their essence rang out a wave calling out to the chosen, all sparked from within the call of the land and the drawing of their attention.

The insects then scattered off the mountain before reforming their swarm to continue their journey to Rinbenki. But they left the message that was to be instilled, the sleeping one within would soon awake.

Seneth had sat there looking from the wide glassed side window of the ship as his father pondered at his maps, the Prince tilted his head as the insects seemed to disappear from his far off sight from the sea. He sighed lightly before looking down at his fathers work, and with little care he tapped his father on the shoulder and whispered

“I’m going to sleep… “ He walked out of the room and down the hallway, to his room presumably.

Theous scratched the blue skin at his forehead and grunted to himself about his troubles, his eyes turned a dull crimson before swirling into a rose red. He then nodded off in his chair, maps and pens covering him.

A rumble came from the top of the mountain, where there was a deep cavern room with a large stone crest as it‘s center table. The crest took the shape of a firefly, painted over with the life blood of this continent. The ceiling was open far above the entrance of the large metal door and the light of the stars shined through. From the large decorative crest erupted a fabulous light and there sat the silhouettes of each Memory, in white outline and blue tinted shape as well as each chosen’s image. In the far back of this large red stone room, was a stone coffin with the same crest upon it’s cover and within laid the last of the original chosen.

The stone started to rumble as the energy given off by the wave of Firefly force entered it’s cracks and tiny openings. It filled the inside of the coffin with such a power that it started to ring, then roar out like a monstrous creature. Before long, the vibrations came harder and harder upon the stone but all fell silent as the air stayed still. Within the coffin the laid heroes Memory, his chosen device of the lord shined out in a radiant black of lighted origin. The gravity holding don the stone lifted and from within the black steel blade roared out once more like a Dragon into the silence.

A hand burst through the crested stone with awesome force, a leather gloved and Strynium armored arm and hand burst through the rock before reaching back. The hand came out another side before the lid shattered into many chunks of rock. Floating from the coffin came out the tall pale hero and his blade of black glow; his Desolate Dragon. He landed softly upon the large stone table as you could say and at it’s center he stood looking at the silhouettes of the chosen and their Memories.

A stern look came upon his face as he engraved each of their faces into his mind before sheathing down his Dragon at his side, the mighty blade humming for a few moments before a collection of air and energy ran about the crest and while swirling about the pale one. He looked off into the distance before focusing

“I’m getting old… how long has it been mighty Lord?”

From the crest appeared a man with crystal like features about his being, and his body lit up like the stars above. The being laid a hand upon the pale one and sighed out.

“Ghalion, over a thousand years have passed and yet, your services are needed once again.”

Ghalion as he was labeled nodded slowly before closing his eyes “I know what is happening.. I need to but find them all and give them their Memory, I’ll surely do this. The alliances must be forged once more.” He then turned towards the sky and his eyes sparkled in their galaxy blue hue “Between the light and darkness I ride, and for my honor I will accept my fate. “

The glowing body dissipated as it's voice struck Ghalion from the wind “Then go on, and meet fate with powerful hands.”

[kingdomhearts_tom]

Colm watched as the lords and ladies assembled. his room in the castle was on the highest tower in the eastern rampart, he loved to watch the sun rise from behind the forests of his youth then slowly make its way over his little tower. the fireflies weren't near Arceola yet, he couldn't remember when they would next float beautifully in this part of the region next. he took off his light shirt and short fencing skirt. he had been praticing with a member of the guard earlier in the day and hadn't changed. he walked over to his wardrobe and picked out his favourite formal clothes.
he missed the times when he could just sit in the forest with the wolfs and wear nothing at all. nature had made him like that but he had to cover up; it was all the people in society cared about. it wasn't that he didn't like his life. Colm chuckled darkly at the thought. everyone thought he was too moody anyway, he didn't need the added aggravation that he hated his own life and anyway, the ladies loved his exotic wild looks and sulleness, it gave them all something to talk about.
it wasn't long before the lanturns were lit in the courtyard and the bell was rung to signal the start of the summer festival.
Colm could hardly believe they would still hold the festival with the war going on but the king, his father, had ordered it. to help boost morale.
he went to close the wardrobe and noticed his old weapon in the bottom. it was what he had used when he was with the wolfs to bring down some of the larger prey. he fully closed the door. he hated being reminded of the wolfs, the only time he could ever get out of the castle to see them was in winter, when there was as little a chance of him being seen running around in the woods.
he didn't have a very big part to play during the festival, he had been taught how to swordfight ever since he had been brought to the castle and he was to put on a show tonight, with one of the castle guard. he prefered to use the weapon he found in the forest but his father had forbidden it at such a prestigious event. he grabbed his fencing mask from the side table and made his way down to the courtyard, he had been told to hold back against the guard and put on a good show. Colm just wanted to finish him off quick and get back to his room. he sighed, oh the pains of high society...

[FaroDomisai]

Hugo leaned against the rear wall with his head down, his arms folded and his tail wrapped around him, his swords had been broken by the last guard that came into his prison "Grrrr...." he growled softly with a gentle sigh of depression "This sucks, I can't even escape a simple stone cell....this should have been easy."


Hugo sinked to the sandy floor and sat there for a moment pondering for a way to get out, just then it hit him "Wait a minute....I am an elemental, I am such an idiot I can just use the sand to cut down this stone prison."


He smirked and laughed "I will have so much fun." He crossed his legs and concentrated on the walls of the prison and thought to himself "Sands of mother earth heed my cry and help me out of this dark prison."


Just as soon as he opened his eyes a gust of sand shot from the ground surrounding the whole prison in sand. "Mm-m mm....hahahahahahahahaha!" He then jumped out of the top of the tornado of sand and looked down below as he smirked "Later losers!."


The towns guards and people looked up to see what had happened but were blinded by the sand, the town market was being destroyed by the tornado of sand shards of wood impaled citizens and guards.

Hugo has escaped, but the question was.....where would he go?

[Luzifer]

The blade appeared in his hand. The massive poleaxe gleamed in the midnight darkness, it seemed fresh and new, the eye in the center of its massive blade almost stirred with the breath of new life. The old had passed from existance and the new had replaced. The cycle of the day, one of the smallest cogs in the clock of time had come full circle and it was once more at its beginning. The day pregnant with the same possiblities it had been pregnant with for eons before, if there were anyone alive who could remember. But no one could. The turning wheels of the clock had been forgotten, even by their maker.

The boy's eyes opened, they were vague and unfamiliar with the surroundings. "What the hell?" he droned slightly, not knowing where he was or who he was or anything else about himself save what he knew a priori, without experience. He knew he existed because their were thoughts in his head. He knew there was a world of perception, even if not having corresponding physical objects that existed in and of themselves, because his mind was filled with sense data. Save for the rudimentary muscle memory and structures so well-worn they were engrained into the subconcious, like the great mountains and valley's that now surrounded him in the middle of this unknown mountain chain. He knew language but little more... some vague knowledge of culture... and other rudiements of knowledge. Mere concepts. they did not interact in his mind and he could not make the common associations with them that might come naturally to some. He could try to reason the concepts together in relation, but lacking experience there was little else he could do.

He stood though and his first thought was to give himself identity. He was alone, the center of this universe which now spread out around him so cold and fearful he snatched towards the stablity of identity. Something that belong to him that could not be lost and was of him and only him. What he sought was a name. A way to place himself into his world of unrelated concepts... of pure intuitions that lacked the physical vessal to make them realities. But he touched himself and knew he had that vessal. He was a creature of flesh, as he knew the concept of flesh. But there was no way to attach this empirical sensation to the world of his concepts unless he conceptualized it with a word, a name. If he did not, his vessal would forever exist outside of his rational mind and he would be unable to function as an logical, rational entity. Searching himself he found on his torn shirt three words, "Flagrare Al Masia". And he took that label as his own, hoping that it was not the name of the shirt for then he would have improperly given himself defination.

He was perplexed by this fear. Why need he fear improper definition? As long as the concepts existed in his own mind what mattered whether there was a correct definition that existed in and of itself outside of him? But... he began to think... he knew he existed. He could distinguish himself as an entity, as a being of rationalizations and logic. Therefore, in order to distinguish himself, he needed something to distinguish himself from and it was to those things, even if he did not know how they existed in and of themselves, that he was fearful of incorrect definition. For they, even lacking a rational mind of his would act according to the laws of the universe, for if they would follow a certain program as accorded by their natures, which he may or may not be able to intuit. And if they followed such a program they would find his poor definition vexing and may isolate him as being broken and thus try to seperate him from their world, defined as it was by something he would call a transcendental program.

Having acquired definition he looked around and accorded each of his empirical sensations a pure concept that he could recall and from his various analytical concepts made synthetic ones. Tree, this was the concept he gave to the brown (for such was the concept he held of the color) cylinder which topped itself with green plummage and stood erect high above his head. Mountain, he gave to the massive rock jutting from the earth into the sky to such a height that it seemed covered by sem-... no... he seemed to recall stigma around that word that would sicken people, so he decided to call the christening stuff at the top snow. Politeness... people... these seemed alone and strange in that they presupposed experience, which to his memory he did not have. It was bizarre and surreal. But still he felt these unassociable synthetic concepts, like floating ghosts admist the mountains and vallys of the pure intuitions that made up the structure of his mind.

After some time he had associated himself to the world around him and this state which he knew to be night... it held darkness and was defined by darkness. Therefore, he knew that there would be a period of light which he knew to be defined day in order for it to be different from, for definitions were relative and something known for darkness needed something forged from light to be defined from.

Suddenly there was a rush of excitement through his body as he stood up, a rush that did not show on his immutably unenthused face. It was brief, he called this emotion hope. And it was followed almost immediately by an unfathomable despair. Neither of these feelings, for thus was all he could call them, lacking a known stimuli in his empirical surroundings. All through him he felt the sharp sting of doom. But it was nothing.

Then he asked a question that crushed all his previous thoughts with its weight. Why? Why did he exist? What was his purpose? His shoulders sagged as this burden slammed onto his back. Rationality, he realized, could never grasp why. It could create a series of possiblities but never make the final bridge. It could outline reasons, logical ones and others but could never reach into the inscrutable murk that was the world. For the Trandscendental Program could never be understood in and of itself and therefore without the Transcendental Program, the why could never be grasped. Even his own mind, sensations could not be understood in the realm of the why. They only acted on his conciousness and he didn't even know their connections to the reality around him, if even there was a reality that surrounded him.

He had no knowledge of why. He had now reason to move, and for a moment he just desired to sit there. Seeing no reason to move from his spot. But... maybe... just maybe... he could find his purpose out there or create his own. It seemed impossible to make a why. To construct something so fake and irrational. But there was a beauty in that. He didn't know the why for his seeing beauty in it, like all whys he couldn't construct a reason with his logic, but he liked it. The beauty of futility. no... The Beauty of Futility. There. That was it. The endless cycles were so filled with scintilating power dispite their powerlessness. Despite the despair he became compelled to move and so, dragging behind him his poleaxe, its blade leaving a small channel in the earth, he made his way towards the known world. But he wasn't heading to the knowing world, for he was only heading deeper into his own mind even as his feet moved along the earth.

[Elusory Phantasm]

Within the bowls of a tormenting place, lives a broken mind a broken soul-

Fa Verreuil permitted a lachyrmose sigh to surpass his peachy lips as he shook his head in a dejected manner. His osteal hands clinging to his beloved poetry notebook as his bright optics studied the words he had inscripted.

Rubbish

Not satisfied with what he wrote, Fa crumpled to the achromatic parchment all the while ripping the page from the note book and unto the gaunt, windswept terra cotta.

How long shall I wander here...

The train of thought wasn't necessarily an inquiry, Fa knew when he would leave the desolate land and meander on to a verdurous setting; he was merely contemplating on how much more could he take of secluding himself from others, how many more days and months of vagabondship could he undergo?

Lifting a shoulder into a negligent shrug he cast the notion from his mind, recommencing his journey to Rinbeki, his home. Albeit his mind yearned to voyage more, every other tissue of his very being desired to return to the lanf of which he came from.

Ready or not? Here I come.

Now Fa understood what those words meant, as he trudged along the long narrow pathway to the borders of Rinbeki. He came to a halt at the edge of a cliff just adjacent to what appeared to be an insubstantial bridge. He titled his head upward, light strands of hair dancing infront of his perception in a howling gale. Observing the once recognizable plane; he crossed his lithe arms before himself, the heavy-armored limbs scraping against eachother as steel upon steel produced a shower of wan sparks.

Just beyond that bridge...

[Nespa]

A laugh ringend trough the forest of himora a small farming town not to far away from rinbekie. Flare ran happily through the forest ocassionaly making a jump over a fallen log or over some stones that crossed a small river. Some firefly's cirkeld her and she giggled making a few playfull atempts to capture one. She knew there was a small festival in the villiage but she did not care, al thoughe she loved to help the farmers she loved being in forest more. She ran into a clearing and sqeeuled in delight as some deers looked at her. She walked towards them and they didn't run since they knew her, she went to the leader of the herd and bowed before rubbing his nose. She walked from him to a young foal and scratched him behind the ears unaware of the small tremor that shook the earth. She blinked as the deers stiffened and suddenly ran off, she shrugged they probely sensed something she did not.

Smilling she walked towards the small lake of himora and sat on her favorite rock letting her filthy feet dangle in the water. She breathed in the clean night ear and looked at the stars that appeared. She smiles 'this life is so peacefull, i hope it stays that way' she thought.

[menchia]

Albert Rhoad walked along the desert, following the path the fireflies made moments before, "Ohhh, I miss the manor. I knew mom wouldn't let me go to war so I went at night...But I could at least have ridden a carriage," Al whined, remembering the night.

-flashback-
It was a dark, silent night only a week after the war started. Albert was leaving his manor by night, so he could escape Alisa's,his mother, protective grasp. As Albert crept out in white leather pants, leather boots, a white cotten shirt(or maybe it was wool), and a blue cape, his father, William Rhoad, appeared with a frown covering his young looking face.
"Albert, stop where you are," the dragon said with authority. William spun around at hearing his father's stern voice.
"Father...I can't let a war ravage my land while I hide in the darkness and protection of my home. I will fight to defend what I believe," Albert said, with unbreakable resolve.
William just smiled at his son, "I understand, but you are a dragon and dragons have honor. A draconic tradition is to head to his father's birthplace before battle," William said in a stern voice.
Albert smiled at his dad, "Thank you, Father. I will not let you down. I will head to your birth place: Burning Sky Mountain, and pray to the gods, goodbye," Albert said as he rushed off into the night, hearing these last words from his father: "Look for the Twilight Vampire that lives in the mountain..."
-end flashback-

It had been four weeks since his father said those words to him, and they still stuck in his mind, what did his father mean by that, who is this Twilight Vampire anyway, he could only hope to know. In the four weeks, Albert had made it to Klous Mous, and was half way to Rinbenki. Albert had brought with him a broadsword of common design for protection. With the patrols that came, there were only a few young monsters in the area. The young weren't strong enough to get past Albert's defenses, except for a bite by a wolf during the first week. Albert sighed, "I haven't bathed in weeks(it happens), these clothes are old and dirty, and I'm running out of food. Worst Case Scenario: I die on the road to the mountain." Albert just kept walking, hoping he would come to a town or something.

[Light Wolf]

Akira watched the fireflies dance in the night sky. He slowly and watched to see this sight with his family,who would most likely, be watching them on the front porch. He missed his family but continued to smile. He held his hand into the air and felt the power of one of the fireflies that past by his hand. He closed his eyes and remembered the day he left his family to fight in the war.


~ Flashback ~

"Akira!!!!!" His father yelled from the front of the house,his voice sounding like a ragin wolf's that is about to attack.

"Yes Father what is it??" Akira Asked as he looked at his father's eyes the crimson red that seemed to burn a whole right thorught Akira. He quickly rubbed his eyes and looked around thinking he forgot to do something or misplaced something.

"Why??? Why Akira must you go against my wishes? Why must you always go and do something that could get you killed or worst destroy this family!!!!"

Akira had never heard his father this mad and he slowly stood up from his seat where the family was having their dinner,It was Akirafavorite,Roasted Duck and veggies. He looked at his mother and then at his three younger siblings. "Father what are you talking about?"

His father quickly shot across the table with a speed that Akira had never seen his father use. His father quickly slammed his fist into Akira's stomach sending him into the wall behind him. " Im talking about this BOY!!!!!!" Akira's father threw a katana onto the table and looked at his son. His eyes were blood shot red and his fangs were begining to grow outward.

Akira looked at his family and then at his father. He turned his head and said nothing. He didint want to answer in fear of upsetting his family even more.

"If you want to join the war then go and fight and leave everything behind you.........,Akira Looked at his father with his mouth open wide.........Are you listening boy get out and go fight and dont come back intel the war is over and if we lose then odnt come back at ALLL!!!"

Akira slowly stood up to his foot and walked past his father. he looked at his mother who had started to cry and his brother who held the sword in his hands. Akira toke the blade form him and tied it to his back. He slowly walked out of the house ,but was stopped by his twin younger sisters. He hugged them and told them to be good and that their older brother would defeat the enemy before summer was over. That was so long ago that Akira has forgotton how long it was sense he was last with his family.



~ Back To Right Now ~


Akira closed his hand and opened his eyes. He slowly opened his hand and let the firefly that was in it loose. He stood up and brushed his red hair back showing his red eyes. He smiled lightly and turn toward the direction of the Burning Sky Mountain,whick seemed to be calling him.

[Opinionated]

Ever since coming off the plateaus, you could say that Ulthar had to accomodate to a full slew of discomforts. Walking flat on the earth left him feeling exposed. Walking, for that matter, having to clump his toes together, wasn't the most comfortable action. The lack of winds to resist left him feeling odd, not compensating in stance like he'd usually do. Hugging his lower arms to his chest. Wearing these clothes to avoid odd questions, difficult answers, and becoming the local freak show.

Thankfully, he wasn't wandering. He had a fixed goal in mind, one chosen after consulting the Histories: Burning Sky Mountain. Once deciding that, he'd planned his route. He could go up and down a chain of gentle foothills that stretched between the two geological features, except that the route was empty. Ulthar had opted for another route that would take him around the foothills, through a small number of villages, and get him to the same destination. Only thing to do then was to go up the mountain, something that seemed no trouble at all.

Except for the walking. Lengon weren't huge walkers, they were climbers. Ulthar, certain he was alone, pulled the mouth-wrap down and breathed for a bit, his vertical jaw opening and closing slightly with each breath. He walked a stretch like this, then pulled the flap of cloth back up. He had a fexible cloth bag hanging down his back, but it didn't bother him. It was just filled with cloth and small survival necessities. Shkatank eggs weighed more and were more delicate, but just by a hair on the latter.

Thought of the eggs brought back the merchant's tale of a seller proving how tough the eggs were, by throwing one at his assistant's head. The humor brought his spirits up, but oh how he wished for something to climb.

[Reniti]

A slim figure barely pranced around the marketplace of Rinbenki, almost giving a frown to the ones staring at her. Namaki Tarashida brushed back her snow white bangs from her lilac-colorstained eyes. The fireflies would be coming around this time of the year. The Oni couldn't wait. Her passion and fascination came from the magical creatures that gave a sound of their fluttering wings to the three cities. They should've been migrating as these exciting thoughts ran through her mind. 'They're going to be here, and my skills will be stronger than ever,' were the first words that her thoughts formed. Then, Namaki took in a deep breath of fresh air, slowly closing her eyes. She corrected herself. 'The pride of nature is coming. I should be blessed to catch sound a wonderful sight the universe gave us.' It seemed quite unusual that someone of her age, 524 years of being the spawn of an Elementalia and Black Flame-practicing Ghost Oni, was so awed by a sight of flying bugs, when there was so much more left in the universe for her to see.

"You could be studying the arts in one of the two other countries, but you want to stay here and wait another 364 days for a sight you'll catch in the forests." people told her. They were almost insulted when their invitations were rejected to join them to Klau Mous or Arceola. But the reason why not made the others realize that they were blessed not to have the woman around.

"Please... just tell me why," there was a small girl asking Namaki why she did not ever dream of going to Klau Mous in her memories. "You don't like it there?"

The reason why? "Because... you just can't watch the fireflies there. It's nice and cozy here, and a great view, too." her reply read as a funny, light statement; her tone was less than happy with the girl. "Just... you'll learn all about them when you get older. You will. Can you just...?" back then, she'd gotten into her second high school year. Namaki was a strange girl. Never, would she let anyone in. With a joke about her that was meant for direct humor, it would get shot down with a, "Shut up."

Nonetheless, she stopped drifting, and found herself staring at a cherry blossom tree. She hated thinking about her past as the "Biangered girl".

'Oh look,' The cherry blossoms were opening up their petals.

[Linked Anime]

A slightly pale figure walked briskly down a road his red robes swaying behind him in the slight breeze. A spear shot out from his right side as he held his mighty weapon. He looked up to the sky hoping to see the gloious sight that he saw not to long ago of the firfly leaving from Klau Mous and setting towards the high mountains of Rinbenki. Latey he had felt the spear calling to go to Rinbenki almost making him go he set off in a steady motion hoping to get to Rinbenki in three days. However, since The Fireflys appearance the spear started to demand a faster pace to reach Rinbenki by dawn, making him to walk from a slow to an almost run.

The man continued along while looking throughout the road hoping not to find any travliers. He had some trouble in the past with them, but the spear seemed more then able to despose of them. The spear was a mystery to him even for travling with him for about a month. The man looked up ahead and could see the faint outline of the monsterious mountains of Rinbenki. Smirking he said, "Well Shinon, you've made it to Rinbenki."

[Nespa]

Flare smiled and stood after sitting for a while. She started towards the villiage when she saw a traveler in red robes and a spear through the thinning treeline. She frowned it was not really common to see a traveler at night. She shifted into her horse form and galloped along the thinning tree line making sure she was a bit infront him and then came out of the forest her ears swirling and moving. Her eyes sparked in curosity as she swayed her tail. She walked a bit towards shinnon but stil stayed at a save distance her ears still moving.

She was curious but carefull it was not uncommon that travelers saw her and atempted to capture her. She had been lucky mostly she managed to free herself or a farmer came and claimed her as his horse that broke out off his pen. She snorted and lowered her head a bit nibbleling on some grass but keeping her eyes on the traverler,

[kingdomhearts_tom]

OCC: Tet just say if you don't like the way that i'm shaping arcleora or its leader. and do i need a lackie sheet for Isacc like in neathernea or is he ok?

Colm passed a few of the younger, posher citiziens. they cheered as he passed or depending whether he had beat their older brother or such they mocked him and asked whether he wanted them to get a medic ready. he passed a open window looking out over Aquaina. the capital was beautiful. although only during the night, in the day the slums could be seen easily out on the south side of the great bridge. however by night everywhere looked beautiful under the glow of lanturns or sometimes the fireflies.
he carried on down until he reached ground level. the courtyard was decorated with the most beautiful lights (that resembled the fireflies) and the entire stone floor was covered with a intricate woven cloth, held down by pegs every few meters. drink was already in fast flow. a few teenages not unlike himself stumbled past and a fat old monk sat tilted on a chair hicupping.
Colm smiled to himself and pulled the fencing mask over his face, he couldn't stand being stared at all of the time. luckily nobody even noticed the royal prince make his way towards the king.
"father." he nodded and took off the mask.
the king looked at his adopted son and smiled.
he tried not to show favoutism but Colm was more of a man than his other son. Isacc was nearing 20 yet still couldn't handle a spear with the authority demanded of a future leader. yes, sure he had never seen such a sharp mind. but could a mind of mathematics and science rule a kingdom?
"are you ready for your fight?" he asked his son.
Colm looked up and nodded, "when am i fighting?"
"just as soon as the dancing troop from Klou Mous have done their recital." he said.
Colm nodded and made his way over to the food table. he didn't feel very hungry but he grabbed a glass of punch anyway. he looked back at the king. Markus Gryphlon was nearing 50 but still showed the power of movement as a 20 year old. he was built big and was slightly letting himself go, however he had gone into a strict regime for his fitness, since the direct threat of war. he had always been kind to both Colm and Isacc and treated them as equal. he had personally trained Colm into the social figure he was today and Colm loved him for that. he just wished he could see the wolfs a bit more often.
Isacc walked over, dressed in his usual robes of dark red with the green stitching.
"I've done it." he beamed happily, "finally i can concentrate firefly magic into inanimate objects, just this minute i have made one of the maids mops do a small 2-step dance. hahaha."
his laugh was so full of happiness Colm found hiself smiling. he patted Isacc on the back and shook his hand.
"You'll be a millionaire!" colm grinned, "even without the kingdoms treasuries."
Isacc said slowly, "yes, its just a shame i can't help you in your fight."
Colm smiled, "i'm only fighting a guard, how hard can it be?"
isacc didn't smile back, "didn't you hear, the captain of the guard has hired one of Rinbeki's most able fighters. there all sick of you beating them." Isacc grinned at the look on Colms face, then stopped smiling himself as a mountain of a man stepped though the arch of the courtyard, holding a rapier in one hand and a mask in the other.
the dancing troop finished and Colm could only think about the revenge he was going to get on the captain of the guard. maybe he could get one of Isacc's magic pencils and make it fly up his nose...

[Tetsanosuke]

Raising his hands towards the open way above the cast iron door, Ghalion looked to the night stars with his galaxy blue eyes and let his body become nothing. By this he floated up into the air before his form burst into a black light and a swarm of bat shaped bits of energy shot out the open way into the sky. Some chosen were near and that was something Ghalion looked forward to, at least it wouldn't take him to long to gather them up. The vision of many eyes scanned around as the wings flapped violently to keep flight and before heading half way down the massive mountain he felt the nearest one.

He took a nose dive towards the source of familiar power and essence, so very familiar in fact. He couldn't help but be perplexed as his many bits of force shot down through the night air. There he was, a boy it seemed, looking about the age of 14. He was pale... pale? But there was more to him, inside he could see the twilight essence spiraling from within, yet it seemed renewed to some degree.

"He couldn't have just been born..." the massive collection of energy hit the ground and reformed his body. He caught his breath as he leaned against a tree looking to the boy. "I sense...he is of Ravenwing clout." His thoughts dabbled, another of his kind was of the new chosen? What an idea.

He stepped out before the boy with his galaxy irises turning and tilting their speckled shine like the constellations from above and the blue hinted out more and more before he raised his hands to show he wasn't armed. He looked into the boy's eyes with sheer calm and cool, yet serious precision.

Words needn't be said, his aura had been reaching out to the boy. Though he seemed to be like a blank slate there was still what he was in his body, which could feel Ghalion's intention for sure. He held out a hand to the boy slowly, tilting his head slightly forwards towards him.

[Luzifer]

Flagrare, as the boy had named himself, didn't even look up, only felt the presence inside his mind. And at first touch of the conciousness and ideals of another inside his own he reared back, "Why?" he spoke aloud though he still wasn't even aware of the other vampires presence, rahter he was voicing the thoughts of his mind without appearing to notice. In fact, he was still walking, dragging his feet behind him, not stopping as he spoke. "Why save this world from decay? It is the order of things to bend their lives back down to their lesser state after having raised their heads for too long. The necks of living things are frail and perfer to be bowed until they have the energy once more for attainment. So it shall be. This chaos will bring about a lowering of life, a decay of the arts and sciences. But from its ashes and the bodies of the innocent will rise a new world of greatness. Such are the cogs of time. Why need we interfere with what is the will of time? Let this world decay and await the flower that will spring from the fertilizer of blood." Flagrare spoke words that he understood, their was no reason, his mind was not involved which allowed his speech to transcend his experience. His mouth was on a direct link with his soul. He, and his memory vicariously, were always reticent when it came to the usage of their abilities, seeing all things as part of a great plan.

His entire frame spoke of this lethargy in all its movements, the way he dragged his Memory behind him like a burden, the way his eyes, though open, seemed to shut off the outside world and look only inward, the way his stance seemed too loose for easy movement and too weighted for action.

[Light Wolf]

Akira continued to walk as he held the sword that had him kicked from his house on his back. He looked around and slowly came upon a forest. he thought about quickly using his speed to rush throught the forest but he didnt want to try and expose himself even if it was night time.

Akira looked up at the sky and watched the dancing swarm of fireflies that slowly danced around his Memory. He would quickly glance at it and then would doubt his skills as a warrior. He shoke his head and made his way throguth the short trail of tree. He let himself get soft and let his sebses be lowered to the piont in which he couldnt even hear the leaves that fell to the ground behind him as he walked.

[Zanethose]

OOC: Just for the record, incase you don't know, ill be CO-GMing for Sano, Oh and This is Kirza's color

BIC:
Kirza Dael'rah leaned against the railing of the ships deck, his arms crossed on the railing's bar, his eyes straing straight out into the night's dark sky, alluminated by the faint glow of the fireflies. He growled lowly at them. The insects bothered him. They were said to hold some sort of great power in this land, to be the bearers of the power that helped life to flow...or something like that. He wasn't keen on the details, nor did he care too much.

He blew out a small ring of smoke from his mouth in disgust at the little insects, sending them flying away in a quick dash. He smiled somewhat darkly as the insects scattered away from him and his face. He skin felt tight, he hadn't shed his hide in a day or so, he would have to do so as soon as he returned to the ship.

He sighed and stretched lightly before jumping over the side railing, greenish, scaled, dragonic wings sprouting from the back of his black leisure outfit. He flapped them several times, allowing himself to hold himself up in the air. He flew at full speed toward Rinbenki, deciding to scout out whatever events might be taking place there.

It took him quite some time before reaching his destination. He touched down about two miles outside of the city, coveredby darkness and making sure that nobody saw him. He retracted his wings, his clothes looked as if there had never been any to begin with. He began to walk toward the city, reaching its edge in short time.

He looked around, the fireflies flying through the town, making him growl lowly to himself again. The city was ominously light by the fireflies light and it made him shiver slightly as the fireflies bothered him. He walked further into the town and inspected stores, taverns and the such. There was something about this place that bugged him, there was some sort of great energy source near to it. He looked up at the outskirts of the city, seeing a mountain's peek in the distance. He growled lowly again, his face scrunching up, as he felt the energy around that mountain.

"It's coming from there," he said to himself in his scratchy and somewhat deep voice, "I'm sure of it."

He stared at the mountain for another moment before turning and running back out the gate, sprouting his wings and flying high over the city towards the mountain.

[danie-chan]

Lavender eyes stared at the deep blue sea surrounding the Armada, watching large waves splash on the sides of the warship. Nothing seemed to happen. Eithne looked at the horizon that was Auroan and smirked. Never did she think she would come back to where she came from.

“Hmm…”

Eithne half-wished she was one of the few Lesternians sent to key locations in Auroan, to build strongholds and fortresses as ordered by Lord Culbrin. It never satisfied her to just wait and see what will happen next. Though she knew what these Lesternians were supposed to do, being the one to plan their actions, Eithne never liked waiting.

Bored as she was, Eithne couldn’t do anything but wait for Lord Culbrin’s word. She was nothing but a strategist within Lesternian’s ranks. A strategist in Lesterna and a traitor to Auroan. Eithne had to smile at that thought.

“Rinbenki…” she mouthed, remembering one incident she did that branded her as a traitor to her hometown. Her lavender eyes twinkled with excitement as memories of that day flooded her mind.

“Well, at least I’m not bored anymore…” she whispered, her thoughts still enveloped within fading memories.

[seraphic_demon]

Rinbenki... Fu thought, "Things will never be the same again..." He murmured, staring blankly out of the dark alley he had been waiting in, his lips contorted into a crooked half-smile. "...I've come back..."

Fu took in a deep breath as if tasting the scent of blood carried of by the winds. Stepping back, slowly back into the dark alley...eyes watching the busy streets...waiting for his next prey...his homecoming meal.

OOC: I'm on the lesternian side. ^^

[kingdomhearts_tom]

soz about this.

[kingdomhearts_tom]

Colm reached over the table towards the stronger drinks at the back. he grabbed a bottle of Klou Mous' strongest whisky, he had only ever had it once before and had been sick everywhere. he poured a small glass and downed it. Isacc looked on smiling. the enemy fighter was huge!
Colm placed the bottle down, he had a strange look in his eyes, "Oh well, at least there's more of him to hit." he chuckled dryly.
Isacc laughed loudly and patted him on the back, "Thats the spirit."
he started his walk towards the small upraised platform in the middle of the courtyard, every step suddenly feeling harder to make than the last. a couple of girls cheered as he walked past, they were probably just the daughters of dukes or captains from around Arceola. he waved sheepishly and stepped on to the platform.
Colm looked at his opponent. gulp. if he won, he'd go and ask one of the girls to the next royal dinner. if he came out of this without a hole in his chest he deserved a good time.
he slotted the mask on and held his rapier loosely. the mountain of a man simply forced the mask over his head and seemed to crush the small sword.
Colm gulped again, but was spirited on by the cheers from his father and Isacc.
he bowed and stood in the defencive position, waiting for the ogre to make the first strike...

[Tetsanosuke]

With a sigh, the tall twilight vampire took the boy by the collar after approaching him and lifted his frame, giant pole-ax and all. As he walked off with the mindless one he scanned on around to find his next objective. Another chosen was nearby and so he went to look for him with the boy on his back, still dragging the giant weapon which was his Memory.

Ghalion could remember the man who wielded it before, the man was of demon clout and seemed unaffected by the Memory's obvious attributes. That man was a quiet one though and he never really did more then follow orders. Ghalion though had been the closest thing to a friend of his in the group, often hearing his rare voice of opinion.

But Ghalion needed to find the others and their chosen vessels, or partners for that matter. At his side Desolate Dragon started to rumble lightly as the air around him and the boy seemed to visually fuzz, he took the direction of the nearest source and took off with a powerful stride. The way he was heading lead to the main road, where Albert was walking. But he was carrying Falgrare and his massive weapon so he could only go so fast.

[menchia]

Albert walked along the road, cursing his luck at the lack of carriages, towards Burning Sky Mountain. "This has probably been the most uneventful month I've ever seen," Albert said in a bored trance, the rhythm of his feet being the only sound to reach his ears. Albert then stopped, struck by inspiration, "If I use my dragon blood I might be able to run faster, why didn't that occur to me before," he laughed as his eyes became slits. Albert took off in a run that challenged his father(Who was unbelievably quick) towards Burning Sky Mountain before making a sudden stop that left marks in the dirt, "I thought I saw something(who am I talking to?)," he said as he surveyed the area. The only thing Albert saw were two twilight vampires, one carrying the other, who held a poleaxe.

Albert jumped at the sight of the vampires and drew his broadsword(which he thought looked pretty weak to the poleaxe) and yelled, "Who are you." Albert knew he couldn't win, but his hope was that he could escape in case it got messy. Albert looked at the older vampire(or the one he thought was older), he seemed to give off an intense aura, coming mostly from the sword he had. Who are these people, Albert thought, his sword held firmly.

[Reniti]

Namaki sighed, slightly watching a glow that painted the black canvas of the clouds. They were coming. Definitely coming. It was exciting. "Ah, yet another year..." she muttered. Her Ghost Oni powers were about to be activated, and she kicked a rock that disinigrated(sp?) into sand. The woman wanted to get to the mountain badly.

She began mapping out a short path to get to there; and she started walking it out already. The walk turned into a speedy pace. The pace began to become a slight jog. Suddenly she passed a dark alley that held a thick figure's outline. Slightly, Namaki paused. For a second, a glance into the darkness. But there was nothing, her mind assured her, nothing at all. "Getting crazy..." a slightly confused voice mumbled. She should stop talking to herself.

With a sigh, her arms were out to the sides of her body once more, and a speedily-paced walk re-ensued.

[Linked Anime]

Shinon walked down the dirt road in slience with his thoughts. The only thing he could notice where powers changing and moving. Most he felt were harmless to him but yet he found some to unwanted to him. "The Fireflys will do that." Shinon mubled to himself looking ahead nearing Ribenki and its mountains. The Spear continued to push him foward urging him to continue at a fast pace. However, Shinon did not budge and set his own speed. He belived he could get to Rinbenki within a few hours of walk.

As he walked he felt a stronger force of power near him. He didnt know if it was just a coincidence or a watcher but he felt it to be no-threatning at the moment. Looking at the source of the power in the corner of his eyes he saw a horse within a field divided by the treeline from the road. Sighing, he continued still keeping to the horse.