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 Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 9:12 am
The entry to the Coliseum, where the tournaments and training are taken place.
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Posted: Sat Jun 02, 2012 7:04 pm
 I am not the kind of girl
Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion,
But you are not the kind of boy
Who should be marrying the wrong girl.
I sneak in, and see your friends,
And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel.
And she is yelling at a bridesmaid,
Somewhere back inside a room
Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry.
This is surely not what you thought it would be.
I lose myself in a daydream,
Where I stand and say,
"Don't say yes,
Run away now,
I'll meet you when you're out of the church,
At the back door.
Don't wait,
Or say a single vow,
You need to hear me out."
And they said, "Speak now." ------------------------------------- Alia stood in front of the gates, a bright smile and astounded eyes as she looked up like she was staring up at the Cave of Wonders. "Epic," She thought to herself. She made sure to keep her hood pulled up to protect the back of her neck, the only part of her body that wasn't used to a lot of bright sun. She breathed in the sandy air that reminded her of home. She grinned, feeling the presence of her Heartsaver in her heart, and she proceded into the gates. ------------------------------------- I hear the preacher say, "Speak now, or forever hold your piece."
There's the silence,
There's my last chance!
I stand up with shaking hands,
All eyes on me.
Horrified looks from everyone in the room,
But I'm only looking at you.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 7:23 am
 She knows she just can't have it,
But cheating's just her habit.
I know she's problamatic,
I wanna fix her habits.
I give into her thrills,
As she sinks into kill. D e s i g n e d t o k i l l "Jesus," Lizzie cursed under her breath. The bright light that came from the sky hit her harshly, and Elizabeth had to shield her eyes to keep them from hurting. Being from Halloweentown, a place of eternal night, she had never been exposed to the sun before, and now with the beams coming in every direction, she was easily overwhelmed. She went over the list of spells in her head, something to protect her eyes. E l i z a b et h S k e l l i n g t o n Every time you look at me,
Piercing through the lights,
I feel your breathe,
I feel your stare.
It tears me up inside
To know that you've got issues.
And it kills me instantly
To see you with the other guys.
It'll be the death of me.
You're just like a pill
Designed to kill.
Everything you do
Messes with me too.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 7:35 am
I am not the kind of girl
Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion,
But you are not the kind of boy
Who should be marrying the wrong girl.
I sneak in, and see your friends,
And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel.
And she is yelling at a bridesmaid,
Somewhere back inside a room
Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry.
This is surely not what you thought it would be.
I lose myself in a daydream,
Where I stand and say,
"Don't say yes,
Run away now,
I'll meet you when you're out of the church,
At the back door.
Don't wait,
Or say a single vow,
You need to hear me out."
And they said, "Speak now." ------------------------------------- Alia sat in the stands, her elbows propped up on her knees, her face in her hands, and she watched the combatants swing their weapons back and forth, violently attemptin to slash each other and block attacks. She couldn't wait to tell Kanin about all of the amazing things she knew she would see on her journey as a Keyblade Master, like the battles at the Coliseum. She wondered about all of the people she would meet, and the things she would do, and couldn't wait to tell her childhood friend all about it when she got home. ------------------------------------- I hear the preacher say, "Speak now, or forever hold your piece."
There's the silence,
There's my last chance!
I stand up with shaking hands,
All eyes on me.
Horrified looks from everyone in the room,
But I'm only looking at you.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 8:13 am
She knows she just can't have it,
But cheating's just her habit.
I know she's problamatic,
I wanna fix her habits.
I give into her thrills,
As she sinks into kill. D e s i g n e d t o k i l l Getting through the gates, Elizabeth stood and stared at the battle going on; she had never seen anything like this. She had been witness to magic battles in her life, but never brute physical ones. She knew she would be slaughtered in a second, as only her agility and magic were developed, not her physical strength. She sat down in the stands, deciding to wait until the battle was finished to find the Keyblade Master. Her parents had provided her with a Gummi Ship, and since she might be the only Keyblade Master with one, she decided to go out and retrieve the others herself. E l i z a b et h S k e l l i n g t o n Every time you look at me,
Piercing through the lights,
I feel your breathe,
I feel your stare.
It tears me up inside
To know that you've got issues.
And it kills me instantly
To see you with the other guys.
It'll be the death of me.
You're just like a pill
Designed to kill.
Everything you do
Messes with me too.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 8:55 am
I am not the kind of girl
Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion,
But you are not the kind of boy
Who should be marrying the wrong girl.
I sneak in, and see your friends,
And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel.
And she is yelling at a bridesmaid,
Somewhere back inside a room
Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry.
This is surely not what you thought it would be.
I lose myself in a daydream,
Where I stand and say,
"Don't say yes,
Run away now,
I'll meet you when you're out of the church,
At the back door.
Don't wait,
Or say a single vow,
You need to hear me out."
And they said, "Speak now." ------------------------------------- Alia's eyes wandered from the battle for a moment, and she spotted someone who looked as out of place as she did, and she guessed that the girl dressed in pink, black, and purple a few seats away was another Keyblade master. From the chains and rips on her outfit, Alia guessed that she was from Halloweentown; that, and she seemed to be having some issues with the sunlight. She grinned, and hopped down from her seat, tapping the girl on her shoulder. ------------------------------------- I hear the preacher say, "Speak now, or forever hold your piece."
There's the silence,
There's my last chance!
I stand up with shaking hands,
All eyes on me.
Horrified looks from everyone in the room,
But I'm only looking at you.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:20 am
She knows she just can't have it,
But cheating's just her habit.
I know she's problamatic,
I wanna fix her habits.
I give into her thrills,
As she sinks into kill. D e s i g n e d t o k i l l Elizabeth had been partially startled by the poke on her shoulder, but she turned and smile. She had just casted a sun protection spell on her eyes, which made it much easier to see. Lizzie was not looking forward to the amount of sun exposure she was sure to endure. She grinned up at Alia. "Hey," She said. E l i z a b et h S k e l l i n g t o n Every time you look at me,
Piercing through the lights,
I feel your breathe,
I feel your stare.
It tears me up inside
To know that you've got issues.
And it kills me instantly
To see you with the other guys.
It'll be the death of me.
You're just like a pill
Designed to kill.
Everything you do
Messes with me too.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:24 am
I am not the kind of girl
Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion,
But you are not the kind of boy
Who should be marrying the wrong girl.
I sneak in, and see your friends,
And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel.
And she is yelling at a bridesmaid,
Somewhere back inside a room
Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry.
This is surely not what you thought it would be.
I lose myself in a daydream,
Where I stand and say,
"Don't say yes,
Run away now,
I'll meet you when you're out of the church,
At the back door.
Don't wait,
Or say a single vow,
You need to hear me out."
And they said, "Speak now." ------------------------------------- Alia concluded that this girl must've been from Halloweentown; her eyes were narrow and pointed and a bright green, definitely the eyes of a cat. And no one from around here would be dressed in a heavy and black hoodie with cat ears like that. "Are you a Keyblade Master?" Alia asked. "I am." ------------------------------------- I hear the preacher say, "Speak now, or forever hold your piece."
There's the silence,
There's my last chance!
I stand up with shaking hands,
All eyes on me.
Horrified looks from everyone in the room,
But I'm only looking at you.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 9:39 am
She knows she just can't have it,
But cheating's just her habit.
I know she's problamatic,
I wanna fix her habits.
I give into her thrills,
As she sinks into kill. D e s i g n e d t o k i l l Elizabeth nodded. "So am I. I'm from Halloweentown." From the purple mark on the girl's forehead, the tattoos on her hands, and her outfit- short, light, and a hood to protect the skin of her neck and her shoes, she guessed the desert was her home. "You must be from Agrabah. My name's Elizabeth." E l i z a b et h S k e l l i n g t o n Every time you look at me,
Piercing through the lights,
I feel your breathe,
I feel your stare.
It tears me up inside
To know that you've got issues.
And it kills me instantly
To see you with the other guys.
It'll be the death of me.
You're just like a pill
Designed to kill.
Everything you do
Messes with me too.
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Posted: Sun Jun 03, 2012 10:54 am
I am not the kind of girl
Who should be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion,
But you are not the kind of boy
Who should be marrying the wrong girl.
I sneak in, and see your friends,
And her snotty little family all dressed in pastel.
And she is yelling at a bridesmaid,
Somewhere back inside a room
Wearing a gown shaped like a pastry.
This is surely not what you thought it would be.
I lose myself in a daydream,
Where I stand and say,
"Don't say yes,
Run away now,
I'll meet you when you're out of the church,
At the back door.
Don't wait,
Or say a single vow,
You need to hear me out."
And they said, "Speak now." ------------------------------------- She nodded. "I am. My name's Alia." She hadn't summoned her Heartsaver, deciding it was something she might want to keep on the DL, and share only with her fellow masters. "When this battle's over, we should get the Coliseum's Keyblade Master, and find the others. I've got a spell that will take us from world to world, but we'll have to travel light. Very light." Being a poor thief, there was nothing Alia actually had to carry with her except for the clothes on her back, her Keyblade, and a canten, plus the knife she kept at her side. ------------------------------------- I hear the preacher say, "Speak now, or forever hold your piece."
There's the silence,
There's my last chance!
I stand up with shaking hands,
All eyes on me.
Horrified looks from everyone in the room,
But I'm only looking at you.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 2:52 am
 ℳorgayne ᙡard
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Morgayne squinted as she walked into stadium. Part of the reason for this was that she was entering a place where people fought for no greater purpose (she didn't could entertainment as a purpose). It was something she utterly despised. Another reason was the fact that she'd been cooped up in a dark, cramped, slow ship (the most advanced technology her world could manage) for quite a while and the sunlight here was not very welcoming. She was looking for these legendary keybladers that she had heard not enough about. All she knew was that they were young (which really didn't take her fancy), 'chosen by fate' and from every world. Surely she should be able to find this world's keyblader and somehow travel to find the others. "Ask people for any information on this Keyblader of Olympus," she ordered her assistant come only friend, Valente. She started doing the same herself. A couple told her that his name was Kei but upon asking where he would be they replied that he would be done soon. Done with what? she wondered before asking one more person. The man told her that Kei was correctly fighting in the arena. At that point, her opinion of the keybladers worsened. It was bad enough living here, where people watched people fight another but it terrible that part of the fate of the world was in the hands of a trivial fighter.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2012 5:40 am
 Valente | Reynard
[★ Magician/Summoner ☆]
→「n/a」
→ 「n/a」
тσ вє...▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
Squinting in the harsh sunlight (compared to the horrible horrible lighting in the thing they called a 'ship'), Valente rubbed at his eyes from underneath his false glasses. "Don't wanna." Was his reply to his supposed superior, not even bothering to stifle the yawn escaping from his mouth. As he saw her start questioning the people on the streets, he followed her lazily at a snail-like pace. "Aww, Morgy can't we take a break? It's not like the kid's gonna go run off by the time we finish taking a nap or something. This is his world after all." Valente continued whining as he walked, his eyes sweeping the colourful stands nearby and wincing every time he looked directly at a particularly polished piece of equipment redirect the sunlight straight into his eyes. As he realised that this whole 'questioning' business might take a while, he dragged himself towards a rare spot of shade and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. Fresh air was so much nicer than the weird, badly filtered air the cramped ship offered them and Valente was planning on enjoying it as much as possible by relaxing, not playing friendly with a bunch of strangers. This whole situation seemed quite stupid to him, if fate had left the world with a handful of candidates to save it's own a**, why had it chosen a bunch of teenagers instead of experienced adults who knew what they were dealing with? Re-opening his eyes lazily at the sound of loud cheering originating from the coliseum, he let out a groan. He didn't want whatever had been going on to end, that would be signalling the end of his self-created time out!
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...σя иσт тσ вє
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 4:41 am
ℳorgayne ᙡard
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Morgayne looked at Valente as he stood lazily in the shade. She folded her arms across her chest (which was no mean fete with her gauntlets on). "You could at least try being serious," she told him. She was about to add another thing when a roar of cheers erupted from the Coliseum. "It seems someone has one. The best we can hope for is that it's for this Keyblader of Olympus' victo--" She was interrupted yet again. This time by a familiar tremor, one that once shook her world frequently, especially in its later days. She had enough practice in balance to keep her feet on the ground. Unlike her world, though, was the fact that no one was ready for the attack. A lot of people were running from the dark shape of Heartless in terror. She drew her sword. "Valente, I suggest you use the energy you just rejuvenated to protect some innocents. I shall find this keyblader." She then ran further into the Coliseum and down towards the arena.
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 1:23 am
Valente | Reynard
[★ Magician/Summoner ☆]
→「'Que'」
→ 「n/a」
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"Haha, I'm perfectly serious~" Valente commented with a lazy smile on his face, yawning once again as he tried to drowsily block the sound of the cheering. "Hmm, they're really excited hu-" As a sudden tremor came out of nowhere, Valente was cut off mid-sentence. Surprised by the tremor, Valente found himself tripping onto the wall and hitting his head lightly against its rough surface. "Oww." He whined, rubbing his head as he regained his balance, seeing Morgayne ditch him with her sword in hand and saying something about a keyblader, he blinked. "H-heyyyy! You can't expect me to fight all of them! Aww, Morgy, are you still mad about me playing music on the shi-woah." Before he could finish his sentence, a dark creature with topaz eyes that was much too familiar for his liking attacked him. A heartless.
Dodging just in time, he let out a short sigh of relief before remembering to shoot it to it's demise before it attacked him again. Eyeing the amount of dark creatures running about and causing havoc on the busy streets, he let out a groan. That's a lot of heartless to take care of, especially by myself. Sighing, he scratched his head lazily as he shot the nearest enemies, wondering how long it would take Morgayne to come back. "Ah, whatever. It's been a while since I've done this anyways." With a hum, he tapped his foot as he tried to think of which summon would suit this situation best. Muttering a few words, he dramatically took out his pendant and cast the summoning circles onto the ground. "Let's go, Que!" He shouted dryly, trying to mimic excitement. Que was his 17th summon, some kind of mythical white dragon according to the 20 page-ish long 'summary' he had read upon his species before attempting to actually summon him. Reading as in 'scanning' and scanning as in looking at the first few pages before throwing it into collection of abandoned textbooks he had in the corner of his room. Hey, who had to be neat when they could summon freaking dragons? As the said white dragon just blinked at him with an expression that clearly asked, 'what do you want now?'. Valente pointed to the heartless and shrugged. "Destroy them or something, I guess." Looking irritated at his lazy summoner, 'Que' seemed to roll his eyes before flying off to terrorise the numerous heartless.
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...σя иσт тσ вє
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