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Post by Sprow on Nov 12, 2014 23:43:39 GMT -5
"...The Knights of Heart." Damien Stark shook his head with a bit of a sigh. Still, it had been a name to go by. Damien, himself, couldn't have thought of anything better. Everything else sounded more like what one would find in the Enchanted Domain.
Ever since the war with the evil Emperor Lakari and the Dark God, things had dramatically changed. The slumbering worlds had awakened and now the worlds needed a new defense team. One that would be the main driving force before the worlds had to rely on their own armies and forces. That was one mistake they had made back during the war. Then again, the worlds hadn't been prepared for what they had faced. Heck, if Damien thought about it, they won on luck for the most part.
The leader of The Knights of Heart made his way down one of the long, wide open corridor's marbled floor as he made his way to the steps leading outside. He decided that he could use a bit of a walk to get his mind sorted out on what to say to the new members of the Organization. Honestly, it was rather daunting for Damien. He wasn't used to being in the spotlight like this. It had been a long time since he had ever been regarded as a sort of leader. Still, his friends had insisted that he take on this position...and so did she. It had been five years since the downfall of Lakari and the Dark God but Damien still managed to keep in touch with what few friends he had made. He had good relations with them and he served as an ambassador of sorts between the worlds that were now awake and the present five. Times really had changed. Never before did Damien ever see himself turning out like this.
As he reached the large doors leading out, Damien didn't have to even push on them as they opened up themselves leading out to polished stone steps leading upward. Damien, presently had come from the center structure of their base. That center structure was where they had their Dining Hall, Library and their residential areas. The other structure, where the steps lead toward the top of where polished pillars could be seen was where the Organization held their meetings.
Damien half wondered where Soah and Claire were as he made his way up. They were probably on their way or already there along with the rest of their new comrades. Originally, their group had been small until the worlds had insisted a base be made for their protectors. Thus, here they were, on this strange world with a kingdom made by the aid of not just the elves that Damien helped save the Chief Elder of but the Enchanted Domain and Land of Dragons. They were the three most prominent realms at the time...and still were to an extent. Damien often wondered how Aiden and Orion were doing whenever he thought of those places.
'Okay, Damien, get a grip now. It's time to see those that will be a part of the Knights. Greet, introduce yourself and then carry on after explaining things,' he thought. It was going to take a while.
Finally, Damien reached the top of the structure at the top of the stairs. As he did so, the steps opened up onto a round topped structure with polished stone pillars surrounding the area in a circular formation. The tables were made of stone fashioned like endless counters that were made to go in a similar circular formation like the pillars but with a break down the center on either side, the entrance and the exit. These tables went up in rows with seats people could sit on just behind them. Here, no one ever had to worry about the weather. The magical barrier that surrounded the place prevented snow, rain and hail from falling on their heads and they were unaffected by the temperature. Heartless and other foes would have one heck of a hard time invading the place.
In the very center of these tables, the exact center of the structure, was a center floor where Damien was to step into so that he stood before everyone. As he walked, Damien could already see some members already there. He tried to not pay them too much attention as he went. He didn't want to make his anxiety worse than it already was. In everyone's eyes, he looked calm and poised as he walked out into the center and then looked upward and around at everyone there. He was adorned in light, silver armor that covered his shoulders. He also wore a blue tunic that concealed chain male inside its cloth to protect him from getting pierced through the chest or the back. As for the old, red cape he used to wear, he had been forced to give it up for a new one. It was still red in color and unlike the other one, was more silk in material.
Damien's piercing, pale blue eyes looked from one member to the other. His eyes, eerily enough, seemed to loom out from his long, black bangs giving them a luminous appearance. Although he looked to be in his mid-twenties, the way he carried himself suggested that he had been through a lot. There were even faint scars here and there on his body but his clothes and armor concealed them from view for the time being. The only visible scar, just barely, was one of the lightning scars he received when his adoptive father had tortured him and it was found on the left side of his neck. The scar stuck out only a couple of inches above the hem of his black shirt he wore under his armor.
"Greetings, everyone. I am Damien Stark, your leader and General of the Knights of Heart. I am here to welcome you all into our ranks."
Damien took pause for a moment to allow room for those to speak in their own ways of greeting before moving on.
"I am aware that you have all come from near and far to get here. Congratulations in making it this far. May we serve the cause well and may we stop the dark forces in their tracks. As I look around, I can see that a lot of you here hold a lot of potential. Here, we will help you take that potential and put it to good use."
Damien, indeed, had been looking around at everyone. His gaze pausing here and there to fully look at each member present. He hoped that they would be able to handle what things they would face. Damien had lost a number of men and women in the past. He had seen a lot of death. It wasn't until just recently that they were able to get these members together here to become the main body of the Knights of Heart. It wasn't easy finding new members given that their previous group had been very talented. It was depressing that a number of the former group had been killed or retired early. Damien couldn't blame them.
"Before we get started, I think right now will be a good way for everyone to introduce themselves. I encourage you all to come down before me and let us all speak face-to-face. Each one of you getting a chance to stand in the center like I am now." Damien held out a hand and gestured for those around to come down to make things a little more personal and waited.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2014 6:08:59 GMT -5
"The Knights of..... Heart?" Soah gave a perplexed look to the innkeeper he was talking to. "That sounds a bit too... on the nose, doesn't it?" The man just shrugged. "Either that or it's, pefect. Divulge all you know, for I must learn of this group!" The boy jumped up onto a nearby table and struck a pose that screamed 'hero', legs stretched and arms flexed over his shoulders. "An organization of that name sounds like the perfect occupation for a budding hero such as myself. I shall spread my gift of justice to the world, and hopefully find allies to join me in my-" "Alright, alright. Keep your voice down. And get off the table. Some of us have a business to run, here." "Err, sorry. Right. Well, I'm off then. My future comrades are probably already waiting for me!" He leaped off the table and strut for the door. "Wouldn't you like to know WHERE you need to go and WHO you need to meet first?" After an embarassing couple seconds later, Soah strut towards the door to the inn a second time, only this time he actually made it outside.
His green, spiky hair fluttered in the wind blowing through the streets. A nice, cool breeze that brought the scent of bread to his nose. And so, his bright green eyes actively searched out the bread that had sent his mouth into a season of flooding. Having spotted his target, a small stall run by a beautiful woman, he sped over to fill his stomach as well as practice a part he had wanted to play for a while. Taking out his money, he handed it to her and cleared his throat. "Greetings, fairest maiden. You're baked goods here have set my stomach into longing, but your looks have trumped that by setting my entire being into a passionate need for your company. Pray tell me what your name- Ah... hello sir. Is this your wife? I see. Have a nice day, you two." He grabbed the piece of bread he payed for and spun on his heel, making a hasty retreat. "Well... that could've gone better. At least you knew when to draw the curtain." he muttered to himself. "A short distraction is all well and good, but you've an objective now. You can't afford to be distracted so easily, fool." He took a bite out of his lunch and then quickly stepped to his right, acting like he was a different person. "To focus wholly on a singular objective is foolishness itself. Stare at the sun too long and it'll burn your eyes. You must take in everything around you to truly appreciate life." Another bite, and he jumped to his left. "There's nothing wrong with appreciating other things, I agree. But prioritizing when it is needed is essential for an agent of justice. Do not forget these words, young one. Ah, youth is fleeting, so use it to the fullest while you have it." The boy began to stroke an imaginary beard before beginning to cackle like a crazy old man, earning the stares of a couple on a nearby bench. After his bread was finished, he decided it was high time to see if he could join the so called "Knights of Heart".
Soah could barely recall the events that had transpired after that. It all happened in a blur, him meeting Damien and joining up, but he had recently been informed of a new location, a proper location, for their group to officially become an organization. The location and instructions for the meeting they were to have were easily provided, as well as a tidbit that got Soah curious. New members would be joining them, new comrades in arms to battle tyranny and injustice. New friends to create bonds with and new critics to entertain with his wit and acting. He was excited, and overjoyed. He called in a favor to get a ride to their new digs, and thus he was off.
When the beauty of the castle came into view, Soah could barely hold in his disbelief. "Boy... this castle sure is something straight out of a fairy tale. What do you think, bub?" He patted his driver on the shoulder, only managing to coax out a quiet grumble from him. "Stay that thought, friend, for we have arrived. You shall have to bring it back up when next we meet. My future awaits!" And with that, he opened up the cockpit of the ship well over 100 feet from a suitable landing point, and he gave a salute as he tipped backward out of the vehicle, getting one last look of horror from the driver. There was nothing better than feeling the wind rushing past your body in a freefall to Soah. Nothing short of helping people, that was. He made sure to do a couple spins and flips before twisting and aligning his body to land gracefully on the stone platform below. A small metallic "pat" sound was all that escaped from his feet. No shattering of limbs, no cracking of pavement. It was the secret technique of the dragoons at work. Soah bowed to an imaginary audience and began blowing kisses, showering in the invisible praise.
Recalling the details of the upcoming meeting, Soah remembered the directions to the room. Unfortunately for him, the directions given were from the landing zone, while Soah had ended up in an open air courtyard elsewhere. So instead of relying on memory, he just started exploring. After a good chunk of time spent admiring the pathways and fountains, he eventually found an area with pillars and tables, an apt place for a meeting. He even envisioned a banner saying "Welcome Recruits" and little streamers and balloons decorating the place, but of course those were all in his head. Upon actually scanning the room, he realized he was the only one there. "Hmm... I might be a TAAAAAAAD bit early." In reality, Soah was a full two hours and fifteen minutes early. "This has got to be the place though. At least I'll get time to think up an act." He got comfy on one of the chairs and began to ponder away. Almost immediately, a lightbulb went off. "It's so simple. For my first act, I shall be playing the strong and silent brooder. A stoic wolf among the tigers of justice! The coldest of waves and the hottest of summers can break themselves against me, but my resolve will never waver. My arms shall be crossed whenever I am stationary, and I shall strike fear into the weak without uttering a word." Soah leaped out of the chair and ran to one of the pillars. Remembering the chair, he ran back and pushed it back in before returning to his chosen pillar and leaning against it. It took him a couple seconds to get into a pose he thought was accurate, arms crossed, head down, and one leg bent and resting against the pillar.
He waited like this for the full two hours and twelve minutes until the meeting started, only giving nods to the other members as they appeared and refusing to communicate, trying his hardest to keep his 'cool' act together. Eventually, their esteemed leader appeared and took center stage to begin his short speech. (*He certainly knows how to take the spotlight. It just occurred to me that the silent brooder is not a very attention grabbing role... gotta remember that for the future. NEVERTHELESS! I shall play this role throughout the play!*) Soah's internal thought forced him to miss the beginning part of Damian's greeting, but he nodded a greeting back when the General fell silent to allow those in the room to speak. The dragoon made sure to pay attention to the rest of his leader's speech, hoping there wouldn't be a quiz later. When the time finally came for the group to start introducing themselves, Soah peeled himself off the pillar and raised his right hand slightly, indicating he would like to go first while keeping the other arm crossed over his chest. He slowly walked toward the center of the room, his boots clinking on the stone, building up a suspense that he could not be happier to have during his performance.
When he reached the center, back facing the group, he made a half-spin with his feet, extending his right hand straight out to his side and lowering his crossed left arm at the same time. He then stood in front of the group, his right arm extended, legs spread apart, keeping his silence up until he shouted out a single word. "HENSHIN!" A glowing circle appeared to his right, his emerald dragon belt flying out of it toward his waist. It spun a full circle around him before settling into place and clamping it's jaws onto it's tail. Circles appeared in the air all around him, and from those circles the pieces of his armor flew onto his frame, situating themselves to fit into place and form a glistening green knight in front of the entire group. His helmet was the last to glide into place, the visor sliding forward and clicking into place. The transformation complete, Soah stood there and let silence fill the room again, to add to the dramatic reveal he had just achieved. The silence continued to grow, until it became awkward, as Soah just stood there without speaking for a continued amount of time.
(*Crap! What do I say now? I hadn't thought this far... This is sure to shatter my reputation. I better say something, anything. This is just getting more awkward by the second. Speak, you fool!*) "Err....." (*Nailed it.*) Soah began to walk back into place before realizing that he hadn't even introduced himself. He slowly shuffled back into the center of the room backward and removed his helmet. "Forgive me. I got too invested in a character I was trying to portray." The boy bowed to apologize and straightened back up. "You may call me Soah, or just So for short. Ssss is a bit too short though. For that matter, just cutting out all the letters would probably fail to get my attention as well, so try and avoid that too. I am... what am I again, a commander? But that doesn't mean I feel any better than any of you. In fact, I'll be counting on you all to have my back, and you can count on me to have yours. We work together, or we fail together. Though the enemies may be great in number, we shall persevere. We shall triumph with... the... Rambling, sorry again. Feel free to come talk to me at any time. I now relinquish the floor." He bowed again and quickly stepped out of the center to sit down at an unoccupied seat, sending his armor back into glowing circles that had just appeared and giving up the dragon belt to return to his casual attire.
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Post by Ziya on Nov 13, 2014 14:35:44 GMT -5
David stepped through the Corridor of Darkness onto the landing area, glancing around in wonder at the beautiful world. The day before had been filled with odd things, including literally being dropped into an inn in Twilight Town by a portal, where he overheard someone talking to the innkeeper about the Knights of Heart. He was interested enough to listen in long enough to find the location before leaving. The rest of the day was spent tracking down a few odds and ends for the journey, as well as getting a new jacket to replace the one he had left on his ship. The next morning he opened a Corridor to the world and set out.
He immediately noticed several hearts containing quite a bit of power, as well as the large barrier surrounding the fortress. "I wonder how they power that..." He continued muttering to himself as he headed toward the largest concentration of people, assuming that was where the meeting was.
He reached the room just minutes before the leader walked in, and immediately felt under dressed as he looked at the armored occupants. He listened patiently to Damien's short speech and Soah's rambling introduction, but his purple eyes took in everyone as he looked at their auras. Nervousness and anxiety seemed to be the most common emotions, though he was surprised that even their leader felt that way. I guess he's like me, great leader but hates to do it.
As Soah sat at a table, David confidently moved to take his place in the center of the room. A quick flash of violet light summoned his purple and gold full plate about halfway there, and his eyes glanced around once more from behind the clear crystal visor of his helmet before he took it off. "My name is David Talec, although some know me as Mizan. Either one is fine, though the second is actually a title, not a name. I am not entirely sure of my position here yet, but I am a skilled fighter and can easily read emotions thanks to my Auric Sight. I hope to become friends with each of you, and to help as many people as I can. Thank you." He allowed his armor to vanish in another flash of light, then sat at a nearby table where he could see everyone.
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Post by Archer Zero on Nov 13, 2014 17:38:49 GMT -5
The Knights of Heart. What a very quaint name. A tad bit old fashioned, no doubt, but it couldn't be helped. The headquarters was beautiful, one had to admit, but it was also a fortress. Floating high in the sky, any land-based forces would have an extremely tough time reaching them, and even airborne forces would find themselves hard pressed against the myriad barriers and defenses the place had. In fact, it felt so huge, the whole area was definitely more like a city than just simply a headquarters or fortress. It was designed with living and aesthetics in mind, sure, and it was a marvel of magical engineering... but they certainly didn't skimp on the defenses.
Something Claire quite appreciated.
Claire stepped into the chamber in full armor, quiet and unassuming, as she took her place among the audience. She had teleported to the area after given the location. She had been surprised when the invitation came, but after consulting with her lord, she decided to join. It would give her more of a chance to quell evil, and even better: a chance to fight strong opponents, whom she could hone her skills against. The Knights were likely filled with experienced and powerful opponents, and their enemies even more so. She couldn't wait to go against them. She looked around and almost gave a tiny sigh. Still, to her, most of them were absolute children, with slow and clumsy swings even if they were considered masterful. Claire had lived eons, so all of them seemed like children to her... and all of them seem like novices to her as well.
She watched as their leader took the podium to speak. Although he seemed stoic and calm, very little can pass the perception of a warrior who had fought on countless battlefields throughout the ages. He seemed to be a bit nervous and ill at ease having to speak with public. She hid a small smile. It reminded her with her lord. At the anniversary of the formation of the Empire, her lord her given a grand speech, detailing his visions of the future and the development to come. He had done a magnificent job stirring the hearts of the people. And yet as soon as the speech was over and he was out of earshot of his people, the first thing he had commented (rather drily too) was, "I hate speeches."
Still, their leader looked promising. He had a warrior's build and he definitely carried himself like an old hand in war. She could sense a certain... reluctance about him, though. Perhaps it was a position he didn't want? Well, that mattered little. He took the position, and now it was his responsibility to lead it. Claire was made one of his commanders, and she would definitely help with the prospect. Although this was the second time she was the second-in-command, she didn't mind. She never had any aspirations to rule or lead - that was boring and uninteresting. Strength of arms and loyalty were all she cared about.
She had seen the other commander when she came in, and when he introduced himself, she rolled her eyes. She had seen plenty of these kinds of characters before. Very much for theatrics, very little for practicality. Still, if he was chosen as commander, their leader must have seen some special talent he had or he wouldn't have had the position. Still, all the flashiness and the armor as well as the awkwardness he had done little to impress Claire. She wondered what he was like in battle. She guessed he was formidable no doubt, but until then, her view was rather dim. He had strength, no doubt about that. However, whether he could use it effectively or simply wasted it on bravado was something she had yet to see.
As she watched, another warrior stepped forward. This one summoned his armor on as well, though he was far less dramatic about it than Soah was. He gave a rather simply introduction and then went off-stage. Well, he seemed rather straightforward about his skills, though he didn't brag about them. He seemed to be strong too... Claire wondered how he would hold up in a fight. She smiled to herself. That would certainly be something to test later on when she had the chance. as he got off stage, Claire stood up. Perhaps it was time to make her own introductions as well.
Claire stepped forward, walking without any hesitation, yet with no hurry. When she reached the center, she didn't summon on her armor. How could she, when she was already wearing it? Instead, she summoned her greatsword, Alaunus, which was still in its lumium sheath that glimmered like quicksilver. With that, she brought it point-down to rest on the ground and rested her hands on the pommel. The sound of the sheathed sword hitting the floor let out one, clear note of steel ringing through the room. When the sound had cleared, she began to speak.
"I am the other commander of the Knights of Heart, Claire," she said. Her voice carried clearly through the entire crowd as her eyes scanned over the audience. She had addressed troops countless times before. This was no different. Why should she feel ill at ease? "I have been known by many things - Grandmaster, Goddess of Blades, and suchlike. It matters little what I'm known as or what you'll call me. I shall do my utmost to train and help lead you to victory. Make no mistake, there shall be battles ahead, but at the end of those battles, perhaps you shall find what you're looking for. Mastery of your skills, perhaps, the strength you've been seeking, or some other goal I cannot see. I shall help in your endeavors for the days to come, and together, we shall be victorious. Do not falter. if you stumble, rise. If you cannot get up, we shall help you. Welcome to the Knights of Heart, every one of you. I am looking forward to working with you all." With that, she stepped off stage and resumed her place in the audience, her sword vanishing as she did so.
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Post by Siris on Nov 14, 2014 17:55:36 GMT -5
Siris steps through the Corridor of Darkness David had created tentatively, expecting another crushing collision with the ground, as his previous two world entrances had been. He let out a sigh. "Ah, good to see we can enter like normal people." He chuckles, thinking back to yesterday. He and David had met each other and quickly fought side-by-side, though Siris felt he contributed little. He felt like extra weight that David was hauling around, yet he knew David would not have seen it the same way. They had been transported, against their will, to Twilight Town, where they had found refuge. While Siris had simply collapsed into his room, exhausted beyond belief, apparently David had caught wind of some organization that was forming, that sounded promising, not just to David himself, but possibly for Siris as well. Siris covered his eyes as the bright sunlight had hit his eyes, emerging fully. He adjusted his simple longsword and shield across his back, his eyes adjusting to the sunlight, before the full sight hit him. [Music to fit this world: Here!] Siris gasped as he had absorbed the splendor of the golden world, the floating buildings, rocks, and water that misted down to the valley floor, green with heavy jungle floral. He was stunned, turning slowly to take in every detail, as if he would soon be caught in another Corridor leading him elsewhere. A bird flew upwards, close to the travelers and their walkway, letting out a valiant screech before flying off. Siris had almost forgotten to breath, before he noticed David walking towards the central building, following him closely, still looking at all the various structures. They went inside the large middle structure, catching glimspes of others heading up a nearby staircase. Siris looked in the other directions, catching views of what looked like a long dining hall, before he continued to follow David. Atop the structure, he found many gathered around a central stage, seeming to be waiting for something. Siris stood near David, before their main event had arrived. The leader, Damien, walked in, and Siris sized him up. Without much observation, he could tell Damien held himself with experience, and the confidence a leader had to show. Siris was midly impressed, as well as with his short, to the point speech, before opening the floor to introductions. The Green knight when first, making Siris gape in awe of his armor and execution, then raise an eyebrow at his lack of words, before he introduced himself. Siris grinned at his recovery, it's down to earth and touch of humor that made him less tense, seeing how at least someone was not a high and mighty man who would judge him and his inexperience harshly. Then David stood upon the central stage, taking it for much less time then Soah had, before him. Siris nodded, already seeing many of his abilities and what he was capable of. He would fit in well here. The next one to emerge upon the stage was a woman, already armored. She summoned her weapon, Siris' eyes growing wide at the sheer size of it. He listened to her speech, surprised to see that she aimed more to set herself as a trainer and mentor, as well as a leader, for her troops. Siris would most definitely take advantage of her offer. He sets his jaw in thought, as she leaves the stage. He then sighed. "Screw it, might as well get it out of the way, now."Siris walked upon the stage, taking the center, and crossing his arms. Any could see his sheer amount of awkwardness, and those of extra sense or observation would note his underlying tones of jealousy, at the armored knights and soldiers before him. But covering that, would be a determination to set himself to their ranks, nay, rise above them and prove he was not someone to be overlooked. He cleared his throat, before speaking. "Those were truly great introductions, entrances, and execution. You can see the power and experience of many, just as I do, standing before all of you." He grins slightly, despite himself. "I am none of these things that people before me have stated. I am no great slayer of evil, warrior of many worlds, hell, I just left my homeworld two days ago, to learn that there are many things beyond my comprehension..." He pauses, looking around. "I will not be looking for pity, but looking for direction. I will not wallow in my weakness, but aim to overcome my obstacles." He raises an arm towards the audience. "So, if any of you see fit to send the new guy your armor to be shined, boots to be polished, sword sharpened, I will be undertake these tasks. No ceiling is without it's base, and while I may be alone in this, I will strive for what you've all accomplished, and hope to one day carry the title of 'Knight', as I have earned it. Until then, this humble Squire of Hearts is at your service." He bows, before turning to swiftly exit the stage.
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Post by JeY k on Nov 15, 2014 18:04:54 GMT -5
Despite the second speaker, Soah, the members here seemed sophisticated and eloquent in their speeches. It didn't really surprise her, since the expectations of whoever was a part of this organization were pretty high from what she could tell from the entrance qualifications. Perhaps in the one rogue instances, what he lacked in verbal skills he would more than make up for in his other roles here. She had every confidence in him having a much greater purpose for being a commander, since she was aware that not everyone was the most proficient in speech. She wouldn't believe he was some mutt of the street, that's for sure.
The other speakers were inspiring even, that once the so-called squire was done Evia would stand up and walk with average-paced for refined and confident strides. She bared with her some sort of sophisticated air, but not because she was arrogant or believed herself to be above anyone else. She was merely disciplined, well trained, and held high standards for self presentation. It was an odd paradigm in her personality, the one with the smallest need to undertake social action seems to take formal presentations the most seriously. She wasn't awkward, her confidence came naturally. She didn't know how to be embarrassed, and was never preoccupied with her how she might mess up. Thus, she executed everything as though a perfect world were laid out before her and all she had to do was step into it.
It certainly showed that she wasn't the most knowledgeable though. As her demeanor was disciplined, nothing else in terms of social context was. Her armor was strange and clunky-looking, there was hardly any symmetry, and it might've even looked uncomfortable. However, those that judged her armor would be pleasantly surprised that this is actually armor that has been customized to the extreme to highlight her agility while also keeping her adequately protected. There was a fine balance, but she met it. She wouldn't care much for how it looked at all, as long as it was practical.
Not before long, she approached center stage and stood tall with her chin up. She stared directly forward, looking at nobody in particular. "I am Evia Korhurst. I have no official title, but I still very much look forward to serving and protecting as a member here. Yoroshikune [yo-roesh-koo-nay]." Ending with a foreign phrase that roughly translates to 'pleased to meet you' that she became used to in her years of martial arts, she kept her introduction short and sweet. She wasn't one who was really known for words, but her voice was formal and authoritative and spoken with high distinction. She might've seemed like a stiffer or more up-tight individual as a result, but in reality it was much worse: she just wasn't sociable. She understood that she would be working as a team mate, and the concept of allies never bothered her much, but beyond what was required for duty she may as well be a brick.
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Post by Sprow on Nov 15, 2014 19:37:24 GMT -5
As Damien stepped back, to let the others come forth and get a chance to introduce themselves to everyone, he watched as Soah stepped up first. The other was known for his theatrics but was a good fighter from what he knew. In a way, Soah reminded him of Aiden. Aiden was an energetic young man. Now that he thought of it, Aiden had to be just turning twenty if he wasn't already twenty one right now. When Soah showed off, Damien had to refrain from bringing a palm to his forehead. Damien didn't show any hint of annoyance and seemed very much like he had been when he allowed the others to come forth and introduce themselves. Well, one Commander down, it was a matter of time before the other would introduce herself.
Damien patiently listened as the first member introduced himself. He was, from the look of things, someone able to summon his armor as well. Now that he thought of it, Damien hadn't bothered to show off. Honestly, he felt no need to. People would get to know him from the time they spent working alongside him. The first member was Dave or Mizan, either was fine but the latter was a title. He had some sort of Auric Sight. So, Dave could see auras? That was interesting.
Next, Claire took the stage to introduce herself. She was a strange being but she was a good fighter. One that was very skilled. It wasn't certain what Claire was, since she didn't really reveal much about herself when joining them, but she could fight and they all needed a serious Commander to ensure the other one, Soah, was kept in line. Damien was merely thinking that out of amusement. Soah wasn't exactly someone that could easily be kept in line.
Damien had felt everyone's gazes on himself moments before. He didn't really care what they thought of him. So long as they knew he was the one placed in the leadership position here, there shouldn't be any problems. Damien had a job assigned to him and this was his way of finding redemption. Being a hero back during the war still wasn't enough in his eyes. There were mistakes that he made, too, back then as well. The Knights of Heart were a perfect opportunity for him to also find his family. Damien had learned of his true last name but he didn't know of his actual family. He hadn't been able to find them during the war and had spent most of after it healing. The scars on his back and navel region were permanent reminders of the torture he had endured through the years before finally breaking free from his adoptive father's grasp. If anyone could have called that man a father.
Damien focused his attention on the figure that took the stage next, not Damien anyway. He hadn't revealed his name. Instead, he chose to explain what he was doing here and that he should be regarded as a Squire of Hearts until he earned the title of Knight. Damien could already see what potential this member would have in the way that he carried himself. As for battle, that would depend on how he did. Everyone, however, had a spot here. So long as these people were willing to protect the worlds, Damien accepted them. Whomever didn't have the necessary skills could always be trained. He just hoped their efforts would be enough. He had seen a lot of things before, during and after the war.
Finally, their final member stepped forth. As she came forward, Damien could see that she cared little for the way her armor looked. Damien didn't really care how their members looked so long as no one was practically running around nude. It looked like this member went for practicality when it came to protection. Damien could understand that. Her introduction was quick and to the point. Her name was Evia and she had some sort of foreign language that she spoke, or knew some of.
Once everyone was finished, Damien stepped forward again. He looked at each and every one of them as he stood there. "Thank you, everyone. It is a pleasure to meet you all." Damien gave a nod at this before getting into business on what they were about. People needed to know about this place.
"As I'm sure you're all well aware, this complex floats above the ground. It also holds special barriers ensuring the protection of the complex as well as those who remain here. Since coming here, you needn't worry about the complex letting you in or out. It has already recognized you all, including your DNA. As long as you are one of us, we are akin to a brotherhood and sisterhood of sorts. No one leaves without a partner. After all, two heads are better than one."
Damien paced a bit, to get his mind off the fact that he was standing before so many people. "We contain a residential area, living quarters where each of you will have a room to yourselves when there are no assignments or missions taking place, a library, a training area, this meeting area, a Great Hall, communications area where we can communicate to those at home from and to other members. We also have facilities that allow you to have fun such as sports and the like. I'll leave it to you to explore and find out for yourselves what's in there." Damien gave a slight smile at that. Let them see what this place had to offer for themselves. He was much too limited in time to keep saying how much there was in depth.
"Also, note that there are some ground rules. Never go outside without a buddy unless you've very good reason...normally, I'd ask you to come before myself or one of the two Commanders to gain that permission. Why? It's to ensure we know that everyone is here or where everyone is. On top of that, each of you will be given a communication device. We call it an intercom. Yes, this place isn't as medieval as it may seem. Aside from magic there is technology in this place. If you are given a task, you are expected to complete it but we do not expect you to die in the process. We are aware that there might be chances you might not make it back out alive but if you can avoid it, we'd rather you would. After all, your lives are important and we need you all. If we lose one of you, it will mean the enemy has one more advantage against us. Also, be aware that we have many enemies out there. There are those that might try to track you or capture you when you're outside the complex and barrier. So, be mindful of what things you say and do. Also, just to make things clear and to be up front with this, should any of you betray us and try to do this operation harm, we will eliminate you. We take no prisoners when it comes to traitors. Of course...we will eliminate you after we've tortured the information out of you as to whom you work for." There seemed to be a sort of dark glint in Damien's eyes then. One that spoke of amusement at that thought but also quite serious despite the smirk on his face after relaying this.
"Of course, I don't suspect any of you of doing such a thing...but if there ever comes a time...you know what to expect." Damien gave a nod then before considering what else needed to be said. It might be best to state what they were all about. Man, was this taking a while. Damien would much rather be anywhere else than here right now. He didn't like being the center of attention. Speeches, well, he didn't hate them but he didn't like them. If anything, they were necessary. It was still nerve wracking to be in front of everyone and relaying information that they all needed to know.
"Finally, what we're all about. This organization was formed five years ago. We are meant to protect the current five worlds and each of the worlds we discover that have awakened. So far, aside from the original five, there are now three other worlds that have awakened. People are working to move out to these other worlds so as to diminish the over population of the original five to make room for everyone. The worlds are rebuilding since the war. Where Lakari and the Dark God have been taken care of, along with his Four Heads, there are still remnants of the people that followed them. It is our job to stop those still active from causing trouble. It is also our task to help build peace amongst these worlds. I serve as an ambassador of sorts so there will be times where I will have some of you accompany me. We are to maintain the peace between the worlds and negotiate compromises to the best of our abilities. It is the world leaders, of the original five, who have supplied us with this complex. We are meant to protect lives from what evils there is and what evils are waking up and what evils there will be for we are knights. As a friend of mine stated, and chose to name this organization, we are The Knights of Heart."
Damien paused, letting it all sink in before speaking again. "Now, if you will all follow me, I will take you to the Great Hall where we can dine before you will be taken to the residential area." With a gesture, Damien motioned for them to follow him, turned and went back down the polished stone steps that he had ascended moments before. Eventually, through a series of twists and turns in the main part of the complex, they would find themselves walking out into a very large dining area with a long table. This table would have a white cloth upon it with food already made and ready for them. It was quite a perfume of delicious food the moment anyone stepped in through the large double doors that permitted them entry. On either side, the walls, there would be old armors aligning them and paintings of various artists. Most of them depicted the war that happened five years ago. No one knew they were in the presence of not just a hero of the war but one that was a part of the Legendary Four.
Damien took a seat at the end of the table, although he'd rather be seated on the side instead since he didn't consider himself better than those here, and motioned for everyone else to take a seat. "Feel free to rest and dine. You've all had a long journey to get here. So, enjoy yourselves for the time being. One we are all finished, I will lead you to the living quarters." With that, Damien patiently waited for the others to eat before he would.
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Post by Siris on Nov 15, 2014 23:11:43 GMT -5
Siris walked down the steps, walking to the small counter, standing a few feet from David, looking back at the stage, before his red-irised eyes widened. He smacks his forehead. "Crap, I forgot to mention my name." He felt his face heat with embarrassment, but when the General took back up the podium, he forgot that listened closely. He was given information on the area, the organization and it's policies, it's reparations to betrayers, and what they would be doing and conducting. Finally, Damien mentioned food, and Siris was even more eager to listen. He followed Damien, along with everyone else, back down into the main building, before being led into the large dining hall he had spotted earlier. His jaw dropped at the aesthetics of the room, noticing that some of the painting held Damien within them. He turned his attention to the table, his jaw dropping even further as he eyed the food. Ooooh, this place already had him sold. He stood back up straight, composing himself, as everyone would take their seats. Siris would gravitate towards David, making sure he got a seat beside him. Hmph, I'm like a lost puppy, he thought, but it would not be as bad, once he had learned more about everyone.
Before any conversations or eating could begin, as people took their seats, Siris stood in front of his seat, clearing his throat. "Ah, my apologies comrades, but I seemed to have forgotten the most important part of the introductions... The actual introduction." He grins slightly, before placing a hand on his chest. "My name is Siris." He takes a seat, his face turning as red as his eyes as he began to pick at the various types of food before them.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2014 18:01:29 GMT -5
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As everyone began heading up and introducing themselves, Soah detected a pattern for a couple of them. (*It seems as though I've started a trend,*) he chuckled softly to himself. He finally had names to associate to each of the people in the room, except for the one who claimed he could be a squire. As David took the center stage, Soah could tell that his purple eyes could see what others couldn't, mainly due to him spelling it out in his introduction. Soah liked to think he had a knack for reading people, but aside from battle, he really didn't. "David or Mizen... what should I call him?*) His fellow commander took the spotlight from there. If Damian had picked Soah as a commander, it wasn't a stretch to guess that the other choice would be someone a bit more serious. And indeed, the dragoon was not disappointed in his guess. She portrayed a very confident air about herself, one he was sure was earned and well validated. She didn't seem like one easily prone to overconfidence.
Claire easily established herself as a person to look up to and put faith into. While his opinion of her regarded her highly, he caught the eye roll she had done when he introduced himself, making him worry about her opinion towards him. First impressions were important, and unfortunately he hadn't achieved the desired effect due to his lackluster preparation in his role he had decided on. He could probably work his whole life to repair the damage and never achieve success, but he could still try. Following her soul inspiring greeting, the self proclaimed squire stepped up. (*Now that's interesting.*) He marveled at his courage to accept a lower role, and his resolve to better himself. (*Watching this kid flourish is going to be quite a sight. If he's serious about his dedication, there's no way he'll fail.*) Soah felt in his gut that this kid was destined for greatness. Then again, he often over fantasized things, but at this moment he truly believed it.
Up next was the other female of the bunch. Introducing herself as Evia, her short sentence covered the basics, but didn't really let loose much in the form of details other than her possibly knowing a different tongue. Her armor was interesting as well, seemingly designed to allow mobility over defense. It made sense, not much point in having high defense if you never got hit. Avoiding damage was much more preferable than lessening it. With the last introduction out of the way, Damien retook the attention and filled them in on the rest of the details. The ground rules were set into place, and the procedure for leaving the castle was also explained. Treason was a no-nonsense offence, and even Soah knew not to make a joke or make light of such an idea. And then food was mentioned, which perked Soah up a bit. The bread was already gone from his stomach, so the chance to fill up was a welcome idea. As the group traveled after Damian, Soah fell into step along the side of Claire and spoke up to her.
"I apologize for my botched first impression, and I would like to clarify a few things with you. My theatrics may have skewed your perception of me, and that's my fault. But, I assure you, behind this jester's facade, I plan on fulfilling this role of commander as best I can. If you're ever feeling too burdened with responsibilities, not that I think you ever will, you've always got Damien. And I will make it my mission to prove to you that you can rely on me as well." He flashed a small smile toward her in a friendly gesture, trying not to look like he was flirting with her in any way at the same time.
They finally reached the dining hall, and the food laid out scarcely disappointed the hungry dragoon. When everyone was in the room together and Damien had taken his seat, after the belated revealing of their squire's name, Soah immediately grabbed an apple and two bread rolls, beginning to juggle them while wandering off toward one of the walls. Juggling was an important part of the performing arts, as well as helping with dexterity, an integral trait for dragoons. He eventually shifted the bread to just one hand and took a bite out of the apple with his free hand before returning to the two handed cycle, the bitten fruit rejoining the other airborne morsels. He finished up by tossing the unbitten items toward the table, each one landing on a plate in front of an empty seat, signifying he would sit there. Before he did, though, he wandered over to one of the statues and held the apple out toward it. "Care for a bite? No? Trying to keep your figure, eh? Yeah, I understand. How's the wife? Oh, really? Heh, yeah, you're right about that. Well, be seeing ya, mate. Give a shout to the missus for me." He rejoined the group and sat in his chair, taking another bite of the apple and eyeing the rest of the food, pretending that all was normal.
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Post by Ziya on Nov 16, 2014 22:53:45 GMT -5
David watched the remaining introductions with interest from his table. While Soah seemed eccentric at best, Clair appeared to be very reliable and straightforward. Her aura was oddly similar to his sister's during her Aspect, leading him to believe that she had yet to reveal everything about herself. At least I haven't shown all my cards yet either...
Next up was Siris, and David didn't need to look at his aura to know he was nervous. Still, his speech was the most inspirational of all, even if he seemed to be aiming low for the moment. He seriously doubted that anyone there would take advantage of Siris... Well, Soah might, but probably just for laughs. Once he left the stage Evia moved in. Her use of Japanese surprised David; he hadn't heard it since before his world disappeared, and even then only a few words.
Finally Damien took the stage again to finish explaining everything. David nodded in understanding at the rules, though he grinned at the mention of the intercom and lightly touched his phone in his pocket. He wasn't very knowledgeable about the backstory of the Knight's origin since he didn't start traveling until two years after everything was over, but the rest was in line with what he had already heard. He was curious as to what the "Heart" part of the name signified, since no one had mentioned keyblades or hearts at all.
Upon arriving in the dining hall David quickly took in the surroundings and decorations, noting a theme of four people in a decent number of the hangings. One seemed similar to Damien himself, but David refused to make assumptions until more proof was given. He smirked slightly as Siris chose the seat next to him despite the number of open spots, but nodded in approval once he finally sat down. "Don't worry about it Siris. Everyone here has a lot to learn about everyone else, and names are just the beginning." He gathered a small amount of food, mainly pasta and meat, while looking oddly at Soah talking to a statue. He quickly sat and began eating, trying to finish quickly while still appearing open for conversation.
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Post by Archer Zero on Nov 17, 2014 2:47:19 GMT -5
Claire watched impassively as the other knights stepped forth to introduce themselves. There was a young man who went next, and very much unlike the others' introductions which were either grandiose or to the point, he set himself up at a much lower role - even calling himself more of a squire than a knight. This caught Claire by surprise. She had expected almost everyone to be confident in their skills - perhaps even arrogant about them. But a warrior who was humble and believing himself to be lower than the others? Still, she could tell he was determined, despite being new, and he already had a mature air about him. She approved of him. He had potential. If he kept this attitude, he would become truly strong.
A girl stepped forward next, with a greeting that was short and concise. She was confident, but not haughty, like one who knew precisely how strong they were but recognized that they still had their limits. She seemed like a good warrior. Claire looked at her armor with a critical eye. At first glance, it would seem ramshackle - as though it was hastily bolted together and not exactly fit for combat. However, she very quickly saw that it afforded her a reasonable amount of protection while allowing for maximum agility. Well, no style but lots of substance. Claire liked that. She preferred practicality over beauty any day. The armor could be made of gold and gems and crafted by the greatest artisans, but if it didn't protect its wearer, it would be worse than useless.
She listened as Damien took the stage again and began talking about the layout of the headquarters. Claire instantly knew the places she would frequent the most: the library and the training area. The library was always a source of history and myths - of ancient warriors and their deeds, as well as terrible creatures that lurked in the darkness. She could always learn something from those and hone her abilities. The training area was a given. Even for a warrior like her, if she didn't constantly train and keep her skills sharp, they would degrade - perhaps to a fatal level. There was most likely a park around too. It would be good for meditation - something to still her mind and allow her for maximum focus. The maintenance of a warrior was not something to be undertaken lightly.
They went over the rules and most of it seemed like common sense. Safety in numbers was key - and Claire could understand why. A warrior by themselves would have trouble watching their back or any blind spots. Two would be able to cover them completely. As the last part about treason, she gave a small smirk. Torture wasn't her thing, but she had pursued and captured a fair amount of traitors before. To her, there was very little more despicable than a turncoat. She would find and apprehend anyone who betrayed their cause with pleasure. Damien could take care of the other details, but before then, they would not escape her.
Before long, Damien led them toward the dining room, but as they walked, Soah had come up to her.
I apologize for my botched first impression, and I would like to clarify a few things with you. My theatrics may have skewed your perception of me, and that's my fault. But, I assure you, behind this jester's facade, I plan on fulfilling this role of commander as best I can. If you're ever feeling too burdened with responsibilities, not that I think you ever will, you've always got Damien. And I will make it my mission to prove to you that you can rely on me as well.
Claire raised an eyebrow. So he had noticed her disapproval of him? Well, he certainly seemed to be more intelligent than she gave him credit for. He was a commander for a reason, and although he acted like a fool, she had no doubt that he was more than likely skilled and used to warfare. "I am glad you aren't a fool - merely wearing the guise of one," she said. She meant no offense by the statement. She just simply called it like she saw it. "I have no doubt I'll be relying on you from time to time, and I have no doubt either that you'll do a fine job as commander. Regardless, as fellow warriors, I would suggest cutting down the theatrics a notch. There is no problem adding levity from time to time, but you are in command now. The troops will look to you for guidance, and they need to know they can trust and rely upon you. Know when to take things seriously, and your troops will respect and follow you." With that, they continued walking onward.
When they reached the dining room, Claire helped herself to a steak as well as some salad. As she sat down and began to eat, the squire introduced himself, having forgotten his name. She inclined his head. "A pleasure, Siris. I very much look forward to your progress in the future," she said, giving him a small smile before starting to eat. The food was delicious, and there was plenty for all. Well, she could get used to this...
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Post by JeY k on Nov 19, 2014 13:54:48 GMT -5
With the same disciplined stride that carried her to the center lectern to introduce herself, she followed behind the crowd to the dining area where an entire feast was prepared. She thought to herself about how generous this event was, where all of the new members of this rising organization were provided with an extravagant opening dinner event. It had to be quite the investment, but to see that the administrators cared for their members this much was certainly heartwarming. Evia approached the closest open seat to the door and sat down.
And while she was not aware in the slightest what the others thought about her armor nor would she have ever considered that people might judge, there were so many crazy-practical things she could say about it. Her favorite and most-used anecdote when talking about her presentation is the fact that she looks completely unarmed at all times. The part that makes this interesting is that she's actually armed to the teeth with all sorts of weapons and ways to engage in combat. Her mentality is to present herself formally and non-threatening at all times to civilians but be ready for action at any moment. While it looks like she's in a plain, janky coat of metal, she actually carries two swords, three small throwing axes, a wrist crossbow with three clips of minibolts, a staff with retractable spearhead, and heel stilettos. Where does she fit all this? Well, we're just going to have to find out eventually!
From not being particularly sociable, she wouldn't hesitate to start picking out items from the center to put on her plate and start eating right away. Hearing everyone's introduction, there was really no other reason to chat with anyone at this point in her mind. Unless she was approached, she would be focused on the meal. She wouldn't turn away a conversation however, if a fellow member was interested in getting to know one of their teammates better she would be happy to oblige, otherwise the extent of her interactions with others would be saved for the missions where communication would be essential.
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Post by Sprow on Nov 24, 2014 19:44:04 GMT -5
(OOC: As long as people post, we're fine xD Post order means nothing so long as those present reply once before a person posts again.)
Damien didn't care to mention that he was, indeed, one of the four people depicted in some of the art work that lined the walls. He wasn't arrogant like that. In fact, he didn't think it was an important detail for anyone to know of his past in such a manner. Still, he wasn't beyond answering any questions if anyone had asked him. Yes, he had been one of the Four warriors. He was the one with the blue armor and yes, he used water elemental abilities aside from the other abilities he already had. He helped take down the Dark God. Yes, all great and wonderful things he had done but he wasn't one to flaunt it. If he hadn't been put in this position, Damien would be doing things on his own right now and redeeming himself by similar means but not as wide a scale as this one.
As everyone took a seat to eat, Damien watched each of them to see how everyone was going to act. As expected of Evia, she immediately went to eating. That was fine, there was no need to force anyone to interact if they didn't want to. So long as someone did what they were asked to do when things called for it, that was enough. Damien didn't expect everyone to be social butterflies.
Then, that young man that wished to be a squire finally introduced himself as Siris. That was an interesting name. Damien had inclined his head to acknowledge that he had heard Siris speak. Now, everyone else appeared to be doing their own thing eating. It made Damien's mind trail off to times long before this Organization. In fact, he remember the day when this place had been finished. It hadn't been he who had placed the paintings here or artwork. In fact, if it had been up to Damien, he wouldn't have these paintings and the like. It made him think that it spoke of arrogance but Aiden and Rekka had insisted that these paintings be here. Aiden insisted that it looked cool and Rekka said people had a right to know what they had done for the worlds. Honestly, it was a bother to Damien. It had been a time where he had struggled the most. A time where he had hated himself more than he did now. A time when he endured a lot of suffering. No, if it were up to him, he would like to forget about it but he couldn't erase his history. There were those that hated him and then there were those out there that liked him but he felt that they shouldn't. He didn't deserve adoration, in his eyes. He used to be the enemy, after all. It was surprising how easily most seemed to forget that fact.
Damien furrowed his brows and shook his head at the memories that flooded his mind then. "So bothersome..." he murmured before focusing on the food before him. He took what he wanted and put it onto his plate and began to eat. If anyone tried to engage him in conversation, he would respond.
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Post by Siris on Nov 24, 2014 20:23:58 GMT -5
As Siris sat down, and Claire had responded to him, he grew a new shade of red, first that she had regarded him, and that she already held him with that much praise. "Not a bad start... Then again, we're not exactly an army." He thought. He clears his throat. "A-ah, thank you, ma'am." He bows his head. He nods to David as he comforts his mistake. "Aye, definitely won't be the last one I make." He begins grabbing at the miscellaneous food, but was still too enamored with the architecture, paintings, and the other people around him to truly stuff his face. He noticed how many of the pictures, in which Damien was in, held water around. He nods, taking in that detail. He looks to each of the people, trying to gauge the other's abilities. Soah was a stereotypical knight. What did he call himself before? A dragoon? He'd need to learn what that meant. He looks at Claire, tilting his head as she was still armored, while in a state of relaxation. Evia was also in her armor still, but he supposed not all of them could summon and dissipate their armor. Siris looked down at his hands, setting his jaw. "Just make sure you learn. There will be time to match them in strength, but first... You'll need to learn." He looked down the table towards the leader.
"Ah, General? You said there were five worlds that remained, while others.... awoke? Could you, or anyone else that knows..." He said, looking around the table. "... explain further what these worlds are? And these worlds that are... waking up, you said? They were asleep? How?" He looked around. Siris was a sheltered young man. Many aspects of the universe were unknown to him. "Also, do we have any pressing missions that will see our attention soon?" He looked around the table once more. "While I'm sure we would all like to sit and chat, I know we'll learn the most about each other through field work."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 28, 2014 7:32:30 GMT -5
After filling his plate with a decent amount of healthier foods, Soah calmly polished off the apple he had started while taking note of the behaviors of the people around him. For the most part, they seemed to focus on their foods while looking open to conversation if one were to pursue such a course toward them. The exception being the young squire, who immediately set out to get some questions answered, questions that Soah admitted to be wondering himself. "A fair good set of questions, young squire. May I call you Squiris? I jest of course..." He let out a soft chuckle. "I am sorry to say I do not really know the answers you are seeking, but I must also say that such information need not surface here and now. We've all just arrived here, and we barely learnt eachothers names. I'm sure our stoic leader will give us all the facts and tidbits when we truly require them. But, as of now, I say we should spend the time settling in. Getting comfortable. Besides, what would happen if the knowledge about our fellow companions we glean from working in the field together leads to irreconcilable differences while on an important mission? It could jeopardize the objective at hand, as well as endanger the lives of all involved... 'twould be a dire shame indeed." The dragoon picked up a piece of bread and split it before taking a small bite, thoroughly chewing and swallowing before continuing.
"Unless Sir Damien or any others object, I propose we go about the table and reveal even more detail about our persons... Something like deal breaking disturbances so as to avoid my previous hypothetical situation. I, for one, have a severe distaste of being taken advantage of. Attempt so at your own peril." Soah got a dangerous looking glint in his eye before shaking it off and going back to a big smile. "Of course, that doesn't mean I'm hesitant to help a friend in need." He looked around at the others while slowly going about finishing what he had put onto his plate.
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Post by Ziya on Nov 28, 2014 13:28:36 GMT -5
David agreed with most of what Siris was saying as he finished his food and sat back a little. Just as he was about to reply with a theory, Soah spoke up, for once sounding completely serious. David found himself nodding in agreement to everything Soah said and, after glancing around to make sure he wouldn't interrupt anyone, finally gave voice to his thoughts.
"I think that is an excellent idea. My biggest issue is abuse of power, something I truly doubt will happen among those here. I have found numerous people taking advantage of others due to their positions, and have attempted to stop them every time. This makes no difference in how I follow orders, of course."
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Post by JeY k on Dec 2, 2014 13:25:18 GMT -5
[OOC: Feel free to skip me until my character becomes acknowledged once more; Kenji hasn't gone in this rotation yet but in the event he does post, just keep moving on]
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Post by Sprow on Dec 2, 2014 13:56:44 GMT -5
Damien looked up from his plate when someone had addressed him. It was Siris who had done so. He was wondering about the worlds situation. It was a good series of questions. Questions that were viable enough for an answer. It had been Soah to speak up first. None of them were done eating though. Damien could tell at a glance around the table as it already was.
Setting down his fork and knife, Damien allowed the others to finish what they were saying or questioning. It was true, throwing them all into an assignment right away wouldn't be the best option. They still had yet to get to know one another. If anyone would be going on any real missions until everyone familiarized themselves with one another, it would be Damien along with Soah and Claire.
"I agree with Soah in that being thrown right into the thick of things wouldn't be a good idea. I do not simply throw my team members to the wolves, so to speak, without training and without getting to know each other. Until everyone is appropriately settled, there will be minor missions. Any serious ones, until then, will be left to myself, Soah and Claire."
Now, to answer the questions about the worlds. Damien sat back a bit as he sorted out his thoughts. "The worlds, the five that had been the only worlds here as of until now, were the Enchanted Dominion, The Land of Dragons, Twilight Town, Radiant Garden and finally Cornelia. These worlds were what contained the populations of the previous worlds so needless to say, they were heavily overpopulated. People were lead to believe the other worlds were destroyed and those had been the only five worlds left. People were desperate and did...awful things to try and resolve their situation. What happened to the worlds that were actually proven to have been asleep and not destroyed had been put into a deep slumber in a previous war that took place with the Dark Emperor Lakari. It was in the Keyblade Graveyard that he was fought and there, Red Wilder III, the sole keyblade master of that time, had sealed away these worlds putting them into a deep sleep to protect them from Lakari's control."
Damien allowed a moment for that to sink in before taking a drink from the goblet before him. One would assume it was some sort of alcoholic beverage but Damien had no need for that sort of thing. It was actually cranberry juice that he had just taken a drink out of. The only times Damien ever drank was when he was around an old friend and they were celebrating.
"Just recently, in the war that took place five years ago, Lakari proved to be a keyblade wielder as well showing that not all of the keyblade masters were extinct. In his attempts at world conquest, Lakari had unlocked these worlds and woke them up again. Red Wilder III's seal had been removed. Thankfully, I and three friends put a stop to his antics before he could get far." He indicated one picture to the far left in the center that had four figures facing the Dark Emperor, Lakari. They might be surprised to know the man was an elf.
"The worlds that had been asleep had been put to sleep by Red Wilder III. They woke up because of Lakari unlocking that seal. It is a blessing but also a curse because where current enemies are still around, old enemies have woken up. After all, the inhabitants of those worlds that had been sealed had been put into a deep slumber until they worlds were woken up. Not only that but with people moving into these newly awakened worlds, there is discord amongst the worlds due to their laws and the like. I serve as a sort of ambassador between them to prevent wars from taking place. After all, we don't need a third war after everything that went down...including the Dark God."
Damien sighed before looking toward the others. As David spoke, he gave a nod at that. He had seen power hungry fools take advantage of those that served under them. Damien had been a victim of that, himself. His adoptive father mistreated him severely. All the lies too stung to this day but he didn't let it get to him. Ivan was dead, along with the Dark God.
"So tell me, all of you, what do you all look for in a group meant to defend the worlds from danger but also meant to keep the worlds from harming each other? What do you expect out of this place?" Damien inquired, looking around at each and every one of them. He might as well bring this onto the table and let everyone speak their mind. That way, he could get an idea of what kind of people they were.
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Post by JeY k on Dec 4, 2014 13:05:36 GMT -5
For the most part, there was idle conversation going on with some of the finer points pertaining to the existence of this group along with unresolved conflicts, as well as specific inquiries. Evia couldn't say she wasn't curious for the answer upon hearing everything going on, though she was normally the type to simply acquire a mission and execute it. If she really had to question the details, they would be more so logistics than minor specifics.
She continued to eat, however without much better to occupy her mind with besides the food she simply listened in. It was always fascinating to hear the lore surrounding the background of these sorts of things. What she didn't expect was a general question following the response, seemingly addressed to everyone as Damien looked around without using a name in particular instead the pronoun 'you all'. It wasn't a fruitless question either, but assessed the dynamics of everyone involved here. Something she believed a leader should be thinking about, only increasing the respect she felt for him even more.
However there wasn't an easy answer to what Damien asked. Who is both helpful but not also harmful? Well, it seemed a bit tough at first, but then the answer snapped to her conscious like a light bulb turning on. "Someone who is as skilled and obedient as I am would be optimal. Those who are truest to the mission are those I can trust to get the job done along side me the most, and those with skills equal to or greater than myself would be able to coordinate well to prevent misfires in the thick of battle." A blunt answer with a single sentence to justify; just Evia's style.
There was one more part to that question which the girl only just registered after speaking. What she expected from this place? Hmm. Well, first she would have to segway to not appear curt, then provide her answer in a meaningful fashion like before. "As for what I expect, I simply hope we do the right thing and help others." That was her motto however, to protect those who are incapable of protecting themselves. She has no selfish purpose to aspire to really, her mind was always on about how she could provide the most efficient assistance to the widest group. Her job history would prove easily prove this, with various shifts as guards, escorts and emergency crowd control (usually with overwhelming spawns of Heartless). Regardless, her background would more than justify her words.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2014 2:45:52 GMT -5
His plate cleaned and his hunger satiated, Soah leaned back into his chair and stared at the ceiling, still paying attention to the words exchanged around the table. He nodded when David gave forth his information, registering it in his mind, and let his mind get lost creating the images of the history Damian started to paint for the group. This was all news to Soah, but it didn't really surprise him. It didn't seem like there was a war, which made him believe his world had been one of those that were sleeping until recently. It certainly didn't feel like his whole life was a dream, but the reality of it all could have been anything, really. The fact that the worlds were sleeping might truly mean time stood still for them, or it could be that they were still active, just isolated from all the other worlds in their own little bubble. Without any true way of knowing the truth, Soah let these loose theories slip away as he brought his attention back to the history lesson. His mind labeled it as a history lesson, but it wasn't really that boring to him. Damien finished the informational speech he had given and posed a question. A question that made Soah think for a bit. As the lithe woman who kept to herself for most of the feast finally spoke up to answer the question, Soah leaned back even further and closed his eyes in contemplation.
He was still listening to her reply, but part of his mind was distracted as he thought about his purpose for being here. When Evia had finished, the dragoon leaned forward again and opened his eyes. "Quite a noble purpose, I must admit. It makes me a tad jealous. I wish I were here for the well being of mankind in general, but my true purpose for being here lies only with two individuals. The first, a promise I made to a dying..... friend, I guess you could say. In fact, you could say he's still here, watching over me. I promised to stay true to my idea of justice, to show him what it was capable of. And the other..." he held up his right hand, showing the hair ribbon tied to his wrist to everyone in the room. "Simply put, I'm looking for my childhood friend. I... don't have any real plans for when I do find her, though..." He leaned back once more into his chair and lost himself in thought. The past played itself before him, and the future taunted him with it's uncertainty. Before he realized it, he had spaced out for a whole five minutes before bringing his attention back to the room, hopefully not having missed too much of what was going on around him.
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