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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2012 20:32:54 GMT -5
Princess Leliana entered the atmosphere of the Lance of Dragons. Her experience at landing a gummi ship was much better then White's. After he had crashed the third gummi bike that Leliana had bought for him, she refused to buy anymore. White of course thought it was unfair! Just because they lived in the castle and it was techniquely her money didn't mean that he shouldn't be able to buy another bike.
"I don't get why we have to go to this lousy party!" A voice said in the back. Princess Leliana was driving, so it was up to White to turn around. In the seat was a boy of about seventeen. With light brown hair that was spiky like his father's he had his mothers sharp green eyes.
Artest Lotus was dressed in dress black pants with white lines going down them. An extravagant black and gold coat was zipped up to just below the neck line, where a white shirt could be seen underneath. The collar and cuffs were larger then an average coat and had an exquisite pattern on them.
"I told you, we owe a lot to Mr. Wilder. He's a friend of your mother and I." White explained.
Artest rolled his eyes and Princess Leliana chipped in, "Besides Uncle Darius is going to be there."
"UNCLE DARIUS IS COMING?!!!!" A girl child's voice said in excitement.
White couldn't help but smile at his little girl. Carolyn Lotus reminded White of his own mother. She had rich blond hair, and Carolyn had inherited it. She was a beaming seven year old dressed in a neat pink dress that her mother had picked out for her with a pearl necklace. Brown eyes looked back at White as Carolyn leaned forward to get a better look as they landed.
Princess Leliana brought the gummi ship to port right outside of the Wilder Estate. Unbuckling, White got out through the door next to him. Opening the back door so that Artest and Carolyn could get out, he heard Leliana get out through the door next to her.
Artest, after getting out, turned to White. "I still don't see why I had to come. Grandfather always says..."
White's eyes narrowed. "Your grandfather is a pig headed..." He said, cutting Artest off but then getting cut off himself by Princess Leliana.
"That is my father, White. I have no problem slapping you in front of the children."
Artest rolled his eyes. "I'm not a child. Grandfather says I could practically run the kingdom."
"Artest if you ran the kingdom, the whole thing would bust in flames after the night was through!" Carolyn joked, making fun of her brother. White and Princess Leliana couldn't help but both laugh. Artest just folded his arms and started walking towards the estate.
Sighing, White grabbed Princess Leliana's hand before looking up. It had been twenty years since the death of Skull. Ten years since he had last seen Lance. It would be good to see his cousin again. White started forward walking towards the estate.
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Post by Sprow on Nov 9, 2012 21:54:13 GMT -5
Lance Wilder watched as everyone on the estate prepared for the party that was to be held. It had been a long time since he had ever seen White or Darius. Darius, however, he saw more often than his own cousin. Every few years or so, Darius would come and pay him a visit. The eldest Quentin twin had trained hard after their defeat of Skull. At the age of twenty five, he finally decided that he would pass on what knowledge he had as a keyblader. Anyone that had a child that had come across a keyblade were brought in to train under him. Through the years, last Lance knew, he had accumulated apprentices of varying ages and there had been fifteen of them.
"Dad, do you think they'll come?" Lance turned to look over at his youngest son. He had three of them. The eldest looked a lot like his mother, barely inheriting the blue coloring to his hair even. One could describe Allen's hair color as indigo and he had the same hazel eyes as Lance. Colin and Ronan were helping their cousin, Brayden but referred to him as an uncle considering Lance and Brayden were still like brothers. Most of their numbers had been depleted since Lance's leaving. It had been discovered that an enemy had attacked the Wilder family from within just after Lance and White buried Justice Wilder. Much like his father before him, Lance had saved the world many times. Rowen hadn't been wrong when he said that Lance played an important role back in Land of Dragons.
"Uh...dad? Hello?" Waving a hand in front of him, Lance was forced to snap out of his inattentiveness and bring himself back to the present. Gazing at his youngest son again, Ronan, Lance gave a slight smile.
"They might, Ronan, they might." Ronan was the youngest but out of his children, he resembled Lance the most. Ronan was no older than ten years old and all three of his sons looked up to him. As a rule of thumb, Lance always made sure he was there for his kids even if they couldn't see him. Every day, he would also visit his father's and mother's graves. The two had been buried next to one another in eternal slumber. Lance knew they were no longer alive but knew in his heart that they were still around even if they couldn't be seen. He had learned of that fact from Rowen who always told him the dead never really left.
Ronan seemed a tad disappointed by his father's response. "So you don't even know then. Darn, I wanted to see them! You told me stories so many times about them that I was hoping to see them! Cousin White and Darius!" Lance gave a chuckle at his son's response.
"You've seen Darius. As for White, our cousin, he is busy with kingdom affairs on his own world. I'd be surprised if he managed to make it this time around." Oh boy, would he be surprised. "Anyways, go help your mother with the decorations. Colin and Allen are doing their part. It's not fair to them that you're slacking off." Ronan huffed before stomping off, making Lance shake his head before looking to the skies. Ronan and Colin both had his temper.
As he looked up, Lance's eyebrows rose. There was quite a Gummi Ship arriving and it had landed just outside the estate. Wondering who it could be, Lance headed for the entrance.
"Come on, Darien. We want to get there before it's too late." Darius, now thirty nine, lead two kids. He was adorned in armor almost fashioned like his dragon one. Since he had become a keyblade master, Darius could no longer summon the armor he used to wear. He had become too powerful for it and no longer needed it. Where the armor could have gone, he didn't know but he knew with confidence that the armor would be serving someone else that needed it just as badly as he once had. His hair was styled the same way as he always had it from his teenage years.
Behind him, Darien who was his only son, straggled. He was just barely keeping up with his father and one of his father's apprentices, Firion. Firion was sixteen years old and was almost ready to take the mark of mastery exam. He had blond hair and brown eyes. Firion had no family and Darius pretty much raised the kid alongside Darien. Darien hadn't become a keyblade wielder but Darius still trained him anyway. One day, he might inherit the keyblade. Darius hadn't decided who he would give it to though but he felt his son would do a good job one day. Now and then, Darius would pay visits to Lance and White, always bringing little Darien and Firion along with him. Darien had the same black hair as his father but his eyes were bright green like his mother's. His attitude was especially like his mother's.
The three of them had left Darius's wife at home in Destiny Island. She wasn't feeling well as of late and Darius suspected she was with child considering her symptoms. She wouldn't have made the journey safely so Darius insisted that she remain home with her family. Now that the three were here, they were making their way through the Imperial city, on their way to the Wilder estate. White's group would get there long before they would.
"Is cousin Carolyn and Artest going to be there, father?" Darien inquired. Firion cracked a smile, turning toward his adoptive brother.
"Of course! Uncle White made it obvious, didn't he? No way are they going to miss this one!" Darien seemed cheered hearing this and quickened his pace, now outpacing his father and Firion. They weren't the only ones coming to the party. In fact, Darius would find himself extremely surprised once he saw another unexpected group.
"Thank you for coming, Smiles. I know you don't like my brother but I'm sure he'd love to see us after such a long time." Ivory was now thirty nine too, being Darius's twin sister. As was Smiles's trademark ability, they had come here via portal.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2012 0:16:26 GMT -5
Smiles rolled his eyes, but kept a smile anyway. It was custom for him anyway. Age had been well to both Ivory and Smiles. He had never left her side in twenty nine years, and for the most part became an upstart system. Well... except for the fact that he continued his assassin business. Of course Ivory didn't know that. All she knew was that he owned a bakery. It was a busy thing in the heart of Twilight Town. If someone had a special job, they requested the "Apple pie on the side." They were then brought into the back and the deal was made.
"Anything for you." When Smiles spoke he meant it. He never broke the promise he made to Darius. He treated Ivory as every bit a princess as he could. They had been married for thirteen years now, but did not have any kids. It wasn't for art of trying though. They were still going at it.
The portal he had opened was right in front of the estate entrance. "Daddy whose that?!" A voice sounded behind Smiles. Turning around, Smiles was surprised to see White and Princess Leliana. He also noticed two others who looked an awful lot like them.
"Well this is a surprise. This is Uncle Darius's twin sister and her... um...."
Smiling, Smiles was proud to say, "Husband." It seemed someone had gotten busy. Princess Leliana, had a pretty much neutral face.
The girl child who had asked about them ran up to Ivory and threw her arms around her. "So you're our Aunt too. And uncle?" She asked looking at Smiles.
Smiling, Smiles bent down and brushed Carolyn's hair. "I guess so little girl." White had crossed the distance between them, and grabbed Carolyn's hand. He nodded to Smiles.
Smiles could tell that White still didn't absolutely trust him. It was normal since he hadn't seen him again really since that fateful day so long ago.
"Nice to see you two again. I'm interested in hearing about what you guys have been up too. Come on guys let's all head inside." Princess Leliana said. Turning to the gate, Smiles watched it open. He heard footsteps coming from inside the gate. They knew they were here.
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Post by Sprow on Nov 10, 2012 6:44:05 GMT -5
(OOC: I just realized since it's 20 years later that Darius & Ivory are actually 38, whoopsies lol. That also means Lance is forty XDD) Ivory missed the roll of Smiles's eyes. It had just been them for a long time. They lived in Twilight Town and as far as Ivory knew, Smiles was working as a bakery owner. Somehow, business was booming for him compared to other bakeries. Ivory never thought to question it. Even if she did find out, she probably wouldn't be that bothered by it. After all, it was what they used to do when they were teenagers. Ivory for a much shorter time than Smiles. After parting ways with her brother, Ivory didn't get involved with assassinations anymore. Her focus had just been to live.
As she heard Smiles, she smiled over at him. She knew he didn't like Darius at all and was probably going to feel bored during this reunion but she was grateful that he came. Maybe after years, Smiles and Darius could put aside their differences but that was a hopeful. She didn't think the two could since Darius was stubborn and Smiles was Smiles.
A little voice was heard. Turning to look over, Ivory spotted White and Leliana. It was thanks to Princess Leliana that Ivory's husband was alive today. She had never forgotten that fact. She was surprised though when the little girl came running up to her and gave her a hug, calling her an aunt. Apparently, Darius must've visited the kids on a regular basis for the little girl to label him as her uncle. Ivory nodded to confirm what Smiles said to White. They had been married for thirteen years and still hadn't any children. However, Darius would probably be shocked with them if he knew what they were doing.
Ivory returned the embrace to Carolyn. She was a cute little thing. Smiles bent down and brushed Carolyn's hair, answering the question she made. Smiles would never harm a child so White and Leliana had nothing to worry about. Ivory wouldn't have let him anyway but she didn't know he was still in the assassin business so it seemed like Smiles had been mostly tamed. Ivory let Carolyn go with a smile as White took the little girl's hand to keep her away from them. Ivory knew they probably didn't trust them and that was fine. She wasn't generally here to see them although it was a pleasant surprise.
As Leliana spoke, Ivory gave a nod. "Yes, it's been a while. It's good to see you two have been well." With that, at Leliana's beckoning, they all started heading for the estate but it was already opening up. Out came a familiar figure with light blue, short hair and hazel eyes. Lance didn't seem to age that much although he did have some frown lines, no doubt from the times his kids drove him up a wall. A smile appeared on his face. He was surprised though to see Ivory and Smiles there but he didn't deny their coming.
"Hello, everyone. It's been what...twenty years now?" he greeted them.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2012 13:26:46 GMT -5
White spotted his cousin at the front of the gate. It had been so long since he last saw him, it was a pleasant site to see that he looked pretty much the same. Well except he was also older then when White had last seen him. Holding Carolyn's hand he led his family up to Lance. Letting go, he approached Lance and threw his arms around him in a hug. "Lance! Boy it's been a while since I've last seen you. Looks like you've aged pretty well. You have to be what.... forty now?
Princess Leliana came up to Lance next. She too gave Lance a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Good to see you Lance. I'm sorry we hadn't been able to come to your previous gatherings. Oh.." Pausing, she turned to Carolyn, who was still standing at White's side and looking up at Lance. "This is our daughter, Carolyn." She introduced her. Then turning to Carolyn she said, "And Carolyn this is your father's cousin Lance."
Artest was sort of just hanging around in the back, still looking not to please to be here. "And mr. grumpy back there is our son Artest. He's alot like his grandfather." Artest approached Lance and held out his hand to shake.
Looking Lance square in the eye, Artest said, "I'm going to be king of the Enchanted Domain." White sighed. He was exactly like his grandfather.
Now that the lotus family had reacquainted with Lance, Smiles stepped forward. He put an arm around Ivory, and gave Lance a smile. "Hello Lance Wilder. I'm sure you remember us." Holding out his own hand in a hand shake, White and Princess Leliana continued onward with their children into the estate. White was pretty sure that the invitation had said the party was going to be in the large hall.
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Post by Sprow on Nov 10, 2012 18:29:20 GMT -5
Lance couldn't help but smile. Granted, he wasn't sure about Ivory and Smiles but he was just happy to see familiar faces. It had been many years since he saw them all. As White approached, Lance looked back at him as his family was lead over. Leliana and White had apparently married. No surprise there considering the two always fought like a married couple. He had been there during the wedding as had Darius been. When White threw his arms around him, Lance returned the hug. "I could say the same for you two. It's definitely been a while!" he replied.
He brought his gaze onto Leliana after releasing his cousin from his grasp. Princess Leliana was apologizing for them not being able to come to the previous gatherings. Lance just shook his head at that and seemed to wave it off. "Don't worry. I figured you two would be busy with kingdom affairs." It was then that Leliana introduced Carolyn. As she introduced them, Lance gave a smile. "Hello, Carolyn."
Next came the introduction of Artest, their son. He had hung around in the background, not looking too keen on the visit. Seeing as he was a teenager, Lance wasn't surprised by this sort of behavior. Lance's Colin and Allen were both teenagers. Allen being nineteen and Colin being fifteen. The two were quite a handful when they felt like being moody. Neither of them enjoyed going to social gatherings all that much. Artest approached Lance right after his father had introduced him, holding out a hand to shake. Well, they were technically strangers. As the teenager looked him square in the eyes, Lance heard him announce that he was to be the next king. Taking his hand and shaking it, Lance rose his brows with a smile.
"Oh, really now? Good for you then. I'm sure you'll work very hard to be a good king. You've got great parents that will ensure that does happen, I'm sure. Nice to meet you."
Once White's family was done with the introductions, Lance found himself approached next by Smiles and Ivory. It had been Smiles to initiate the greetings. It wasn't hard to recognize Ivory considering she was Darius's twin. The two had aged well from the look of things. Smiles wasn't hard to remember either. There had been a reason why the guy was called that alias. At first, he was a bit unsure though he didn't look it. However, he was able to remember the fact that they had helped with the fight with Skull. That and Ivory had made Smiles promise to not harm them when they were around. It also looked like Smiles had kept his promise. Putting the past aside, Lance reached out and shook Smiles's hand with a smile. Darius would love to see them, he was sure. Lance didn't really know these two since he hadn't interacted much with them but they were welcome.
"I sure do, welcome you two. No little ones?" Lance mused. He could tell by their rings that they had married. Darius probably didn't even know of it but that was to be expected. Darius had promised that he wouldn't bother Smiles so long as Smiles kept his promise, which he had. Lance could see Ivory turn a bit pink at the question, smiling a little.
"No. We've been trying though." Even if they didn't, Ivory was still happy as ever being with Smiles. She loved him dearly. They didn't have to have a little one to be happy, after all. Of course, Ivory liked children and a child would be a nice addition to their small family but a child wasn't a must to show you loved someone. In other words, with or without, Ivory was happy being married to Smiles.
"Well, good luck then," Lance said with a nod. "Everyone's heading into the main hall. You're more than welcome to stay with us for as long as you'd like. I'm sure Darius would be happy to see you two." Once the greetings were over, Ivory walked with her husband into the estate.
After a good bit after the previous two families headed inside, Darius, Firion and Darien finally reached the gates. Lance, who had lingered for any possible visitors, grinned from ear to ear. Little Darien led the trio, seeming to prance around as he did so. He was just nine years old and had the energy of two children all in one. Darius certainly had his hands full considering he also taught a number of apprentices. "Well,if it isn't Darius. The keyblade master!" Lance welcomed them.
Darius smiled, walking up to Lance, Darien and Firion closely behind him. "Lance Wilder. You haven't changed in the last five years I've seen you. I guess we're both lucky that age hasn't touched us." He gave Lance a hug. Lance, White and Darius were all close after all. "I won't be the only one for much longer. Firion here is almost ready to take his mark of mastery exam." Firion gave a nod at this, looking proud of himself. Darien was hopping up and down, excited that he was here and eager to play with Ronan, Carolyn and even Artest if he could get him to.
"Wow, that's quite an achievement, Firion. It's good to see the two of you. Oh and Darius? You'll be surprised to see who is here. Anyways, come, the festivities will be starting without us if we don't get a move on." With a chuckle at this, Lance lead the way to the main hall with Darius and his troop behind him.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2012 19:08:55 GMT -5
White and his family entered into the large hall followed by Smiles and Ivory. He didn't know just yet that Darius had finally arrived with his son and apprentice. White watched his daughter's face bright up at the sight that awaited them in the hall. It was light up with lanterns and decorated with all sorts of decorations. White couldn't hide his smile when he noticed Carolyn's face light up by the sight. Lance sure had taken good care of the place.
"The castle's dinning hall is..." Artest began. White shot him a glare that shut him up. Artest was only seventeen. Things were going to be much harder as time went on. He would make a good king. He was smart and loyal to his friends. But he was also a trouble maker. And he had a big mouth!
"So this is where they live? Such a large estate." White heard Smiles say behind them to Ivory. White spotted a couple of people walking around, finishing setting up and placing food out. White expected Lance to be coming up any moment.
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Post by Sprow on Nov 10, 2012 20:19:40 GMT -5
Ivory looked at the state of the hall once they had entered it. It reminded her almost of the old headquarters that she and Smiles used to frequent in their teenage years. Except this place was definitely more lived in. More lived in as in it had more decorations and a cozy feel to it despite its vast size. The hallway was beautiful with the way it was lit up and how it was decorated.
It had been a long time since Ivory and Smiles had gone into a large estate like this one. "Yes, it's cozy feeling too. It's nice with what they've done to the place." That had been Ivory's response to Smiles as they looked around. She had almost forgotten where they were for a moment.
As they were all busy enjoying the sight of the hall, Lance lead Darius's troop into the great hall. When they got thee, little Darien gaped. He hadn't seen the place so decked out before. It were as if he had just walked into a new estate. "Wow, you've outdone yourself, Lance. I'd have to say this one outdid the previous one. Your grandmother and mother would be proud." Lance gave a shrug at that. His wife was the one who had tended to the decorations this year.
"I didn't come up with this, my wife did. Sierra has a good eye when it comes to these things. Last year she had been unable to since she was very sick." Darius gave a nod at this, looking around and admiring the estate. He had yet to notice the other two groups here since the place was so spaced out. It didn't take long for the kids to scope the crowd out though. Darien, on a mission, spotted Ronan and scurried over to him.
"Ronan! Ronan!" Darien called as he scampered up to the slightly older child. Ronan turned around and was all smiles seeing Darien there. He didn't often get to see Darien but he remembered him and always liked playing with him. Pretty soon, Ronan had forgotten his task and was playing with Darien in the hall. The hall was large so it wasn't easy to spot someone from the crowd when you were just four feet tall. It was easy for the adults though.
Lance turned to Darius. "I need to head to the end of the table. My grandparents are no longer with us and since a lot of deaths had happened in our family, the gatherings have been left for me to speak before the others. I'll be right back." With that, Lance made his way through the crowd, nodding at anyone that turned his way, giving greetings and waving or smiling as he went.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2012 20:34:56 GMT -5
White had taken a seat at one of the tables, eying the wine that rested on the table. Having not heard Darius and Lance enter the hall, White found himself focused on that wine. He knew he shouldn't. His wife would kill him if he did. But oh it was such a good wine. A good year too. White reached for the wine, pretty much unknown of everyone else around him.
A slap to his wrist though called his attention to his wife. She was looking at him with a raised eyebrow. "You do that and you can walk home White Lotus." She said to him. Princess Leliana still remembered how he had made a fool of her because of his drinking. Sighing, White nodded. He knew better. No wine for him.
Carolyn, had noticed the arrival of Lance and Darius and hadn't waited to rush over to him. Darien had just left when Carolyn appeared by Darius and tackled him into a hug. Being only a small height, there was no way Carolyn could knock Darius over. However her arms could surely be felt and her loud voice heard. "UNCLE DARIUS!!!" She shouted in glee.
Hearing his daughter, both he and Princess Leliana turned around. So Darius had finally arrived. Making his way over there with his wife and Artest following them slightly in the background, White was all smiles to see his friend. "Well well if it isn't Mr. Darius, keyblade master extraordinaire!" White said with a chuckle.
Artest, trying to act cool, gave Darius a familiar shrug as if he was a friend and not an uncle. Princess Leliana gave Darius a hug and a small smile to Firion. "Good to see you Darius. And you too Firion. You've grown since I last saw you. Where is Darien?" She asked.
Smiles, seeing Darius, decided it was better to get hellos over now then later. He indicated for Ivory that her brother was here and headed over. He watched the scene play out with White and Princess Leliana and Darius, giving Darius a smile when he would eventually spot Smiles.
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Post by Sprow on Nov 10, 2012 21:07:49 GMT -5
If White got a hold of the wine, the party would have become catastrophic. Last time he drank too much, Lance almost died at least twice and White, at least thrice. Thankfully, Leliana saw to that and the crisis was evaded. Not a moment too soon either. Lance was still sifting through the crowd. Considering the size of the hall, he would take a good minute or more just to reach the other end where he was to speak.
Just as Darius saw Darien scamper off to go and play, he found himself being nearly tackle glomped...well, if his attacker had been larger he would have been. Hearing a familiar loud, gleeful voice, Darius looked down in surprise. He knew White was coming but he didn't think they had come yet. Seeing the familiar head of blond hair, Darius smiled as he gave a bit of a laugh. "Carolyn!" he exclaimed, bending down and picking her up. White's daughter was just so adorable. Soon after, White and Leliana arrived on the scene. It wasn't hard to miss Carolyn's voice.
Setting his eyes on White and Leliana, still holding Carolyn, Darius smiled at them. "And if it isn't the royal family of Enchanted Domain!" he replied back with a chuckle. Looking between his friend and family, Darius saw Artest. The boy could be like his father when it came to attitude. Luckily, he had his mother's intelligence. The boy gave an all familiar shrug, acting as if they were just friends and not practically family. Leliana approached and gave Darius a hug in greeting which he had returned. Releasing her, he heard her asking where Darien was.
"Oh, he's off playing somewhere probably with Ronan or Colin. That one never seems to sit still for a moment. He'll be popping up soon enough, knowing him. He's always got questions to ask." Firion returned the smile to his adoptive aunt Leliana. White's family wasn't really related to Darius's but they acted it. They were just that good of friends.
"Hello, aunt Leliana," Firion greeted her.
It was then that Smiles took notice of Darius. When Smiles notified her, Ivory turned to look over. Smiles lead the way over as she followed him closely. Between the two of them, they watched the scene play out in front of them. As they stood there, Darius eventually looked beyond the Lotus family. His eyes fell on Smiles and for a split second, his heart gave a huge leap. There was no mistaking that smile. It was the one that had haunted him practically most of his teenage years. Darius had wondered if he had done the right thing letting Ivory and Smiles go on their own.
When his eyes spot his twin sister, Darius realized that Smiles had actually been genuine. Gently, Darius set Carolyn down and walked over, Firion watching his adoptive father head over to them. He hadn't seen Ivory or Smiles before. The teenager was apprehensive about going over, lingering on the spot where Darius had left him.
Ivory, hoping that fur wasn't about to fly between Smiles and Darius, was excited to see her twin brother after so many years. When he came over to them, a look of surprise written all over his face, Ivory gave a gleeful laugh before embracing her big brother tightly. "Darius!" she exclaimed.
"Ivory!" he greeted her, returning the embrace. It felt like forever since he last saw her and Smiles. Smiles really had kept his promise. All these years, Darius had wondered what had become of his twin sister. Letting his gaze shift back toward Smiles, he released Ivory. A, for the moment, friendly smile appeared on his face then. He was happy Smiles had meant what he said. "Smiles! How are you two doing?" he said, trying to keep things neutral between them. There was no need to be enemies but he was aware that Smiles might think Darius would take Ivory from him again. Which, of course, was not Darius's intention now that he knew for certain Smiles was good to her.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2012 21:23:45 GMT -5
Smiles put on his most genuine smile. He didn't really mean it, but he was trying. He did it for Ivory, not so much for Darius. "Splendid." He responded. Glancing over at White and Princess Leliana, he watched White bend down to Carolyn.
"Why don't you go find Darien. I'm sure he and Ronin or Colin will play with you too." Carolyn nodded and went ahead and ran off, no doubt to search for Darius's son. Only being two years younger then Darien, Carolyn was custom to following him around whenever they were with Darius.
Artest was familiar with Firion and went over to talk to him. White figured probably to brag about something. Artest was a lot like his father when it came to trying to be the best and center of attention. No doubt he would be trying to do the same with Firion.
Smiles had said his words, so he decided he would leave Darius a moment to talk to his sister on her own. "I'm going to go and get something to drink. I'll be back in a few Ivory." Leaning in and placing a kiss on her cheek, Smiles then turned around and started walking towards one of the tables.
White placed his arms around Princess Leliana. "We sure have come far haven't we?" He said. She nodded, turning around and placing a kiss on his lips.
"We sure did. I wonder when your cousin's going to give his speech and get this thing started. We had skipped breakfast after all."
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Post by Sprow on Nov 10, 2012 22:46:25 GMT -5
Darius was also being friendly for the sake of his sister. He was certain Smiles probably disliked being here but Darius had to admit the guy was admirable for having such class. He had come despite his dislike. It showed Darius that Smiles really did love his sister. Hearing that they were doing splendidly, Darius gave a smile. "Always good to hear."
After a moment, Smiles had told Ivory that he would go and get something to drink and that he would be back in a few. No doubt, he was trying to get away from Darius for now. That was fine though. Darius had a mutual dislike for the guy. Only because Smiles had once tried to kill him all because of his affection for Ivory. If Ivory hadn't made Smiles make that promise, Darius and his friends would not be standing here safely right now. It was a very lucky thing that Ivory had done that.
Watching Smiles head off into the crowd after kissing Ivory, Darius turned to face his sister again. "...I've missed you, Ivory. I'm happy to see that he has taken care of you." Ivory gave a warm smile then, nodding in agreement.
"I missed you too, Darius. Smiles has taken very good care of me. We've been married for thirteen years now. Both of us live in Twilight Town. Smiles is working as a bakery owner and he's been getting a lot of good business. As for myself, I've been busy taking care of him while selling stuff I've been painting." Darius was a bit surprised. He half expected Ivory to be busy with something scientific or even pertaining to what she had been doing when she had met Smiles. Instead, she chose to use her skill in painting.
"Wow, that's wonderful! No kids?" he asked her, looking around as if he half expected to see one. Ivory just shook her head.
"No. Even if we don't, we'll still be happy." Darius didn't question it further. He wasn't sure if they were having issues with that or not and it wasn't his business anyway. He didn't need to know that.
"Well, I guess I should tell you that you're an aunt. I've two sons, Firion and Darien. Firion, I adopted pretty much when he came to me to become an apprentice. Darien, I've actually had with my wife, Alicia. She's got another on the way. Firion's fifteen and Darien's nine." Ivory was surprised to hear this. She didn't see any children around Darius when he had wandered over to them aside from cute little Carolyn. As if sensing her confusion, Darius turned to look over. He found Firion and Artest in conversation.
"Well, Firion's the one with the blond hair and brown eyes. He's due to take his mark of mastery exam. As for Darien...I think he ran off to play with Lance's kids. You can't miss him though, he's bound to show up somewhere." Ivory gave a chuckle.
"Well, I'd love to meet them. I can spoil them on you!" she joked. Darius gave a bit of a laugh.
"You do that and they'll be more of a handful. It's not easy raising kids plus training apprentices." Ivory gave a nod at that. She knew her brother was now a keyblade master. He had to be one considering the way he was all decked out in armor. It looked like what one might call keyblade armor almost.
While the adults were busy mingling, Darien and Ronan weren't hard to find. Carolyn could easily stumble upon the two by the drinks. Both were in the middle of a game of rock, paper, scissors. As Artest approached Firion, the teenager looked over at him. It was a thing for boys their age to be show offish anyway. Most of them wanted to act cool just to seem awesome in the eyes of the other. Always, they were impressing one another.
"Hi, Artest! Long time no see!" Firion greeted him.
No sooner had these exchanges taken place when Lance finally reached where he was suppose to go. A distraction in the form of his two elder sons fighting had been what kept him. Knowing others had missed meals to come to the party to eat, Lance was eager to say what he had to and allow them to get on with the festivities before they all turned cannibal. Okay, maybe not cannibalistic but it was a funny thought. Heading to the end of the table, Lance clanged the wine glass to draw attention to himself.
It was always daunting to be the one standing there with so many pairs of eyes on you. Lance was a good sport about it now though. He had grown used to the attention but not to the point where he had become arrogant. He was still himself, a tad braver but that was all.
"Attention, everyone! I'm happy to see you all here on this day. Today is the day that we celebrate all three of the major events that have taken place where members of our family, including myself, have taken part of. Today, we celebrate the time when Jean and Rowen Wilder took part in the battle against Master Isaac and lived. The two wed and then down the line, their blood has filtered into us now in the present two hundred and twenty years after. We also celebrate the time when Justice Wilder, my father and White's uncle, had defeated Skull for the first time. Today, we also finally celebrate the time when my friends and I had defeated Skull one final time. Justice,you may know, had fallen during this time but he was a hero just as much as he was the first time he fought Skull. Today, we celebrate these moments and eat in good health and enjoy each other's company. Family and friends alike. Now with that all said, I propose a toast to start off with. Cheers!" Lance said, raising the glass he had picked up that was wine and drank. People mimicked what he said and did the same soon after. With that, the celebrations began.
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White listened to the speech and he smiled. He realized, just as Lance had said, that they had indeed come far. Right now he would not choose to be anywhere else then right here. Among friends and family.
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Secret Ending
”Evil prepared…”[/i][/size]
Lakari reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a handkerchief. Dressed in a black cloak and holding a sword in one hand, he wiped the blood off his weapon with the handkerchief. There was a lot of blood on the weapon and his cloak. The only light in the large cavern was being emitted behind him from a large dead dragon with a severed head.
Killing the creature had been a bit sloppier then he thought. The dragon hadn’t gone down as easy as Lakari had been expecting. But then again all that mattered was that he was dead. Drake, even though he was sealed to this cave, could have caused some trouble for Lakari. Dragons were magical creatures. They were the only known creatures in the universe with the true power of prophecy. Drake had been the oldest alive to Lakari’s knowledge.
Glancing back behind him, Lakari looked over at the dragon’s head. “I just couldn’t have you warning anyone. It could spoil my plans.” He told the dead dragon, as if Drake could still hear him.
“Is it really you?” Lakari recognized that voice. He turned back around casually and his eyes fell on another elf. He was younger than Lakari in appearance with long black hair tied in a single pony tail, pointed ears, and dressed in a long black cloak with the sleeves rolled up and two kantanas sheaved on a belt. He had slightly tan skin and hazel eyes.
Lakari laughed when his eyes met the other elf’s. “Yes son, here and in the flesh.” He told him.
The elf’s neutral expression turned to content as he asked, “What now father?”
Ah what an excellent question. For once Lakari really did know the answer. “War son. We prepare for war.”
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”While a being searched…”[/i][/size]
A suit of armor. That was all he was now. He had no name. He had no personality. He was but a suit of armor that wandered from world to world. The years had passed one after another until he had lost track of what the year even was. He retained few memories now. Vaguely he could remember a girl. What was her name? Why was she important? He could have sworn it started with an I.
The suit of armor searched for a purpose, a reason for existence. Why did he exist? Why did he have no flesh? Was he a monster? A creature of the damned? Honestly he didn’t even know. Heck he didn’t even know if he was a male. He thought he was, but who could tell when you were just a suit of armor. No longer did he try to communicate with the flesh creatures. They all expected him to speak, to hear what they said. He couldn’t. He didn’t have a mouth to talk to them with. However none of this was the worse about his situation. It wasn’t that he couldn’t hear or speak. Those complicated things certainly, but he was used to the silence now. He was used to his own odd thoughts. No, that wasn’t the worse by far. What really sucked, what really made his life terrible, was that he couldn’t die. He was a suit of armor! He didn’t have flesh to cut or bones to break like the flesh ones! He had even thrown himself off a cliff, only to discover that he was still alive.
He had few possessions. Of them, the first was a bike. It was something that confused him though. How did he obtain it? Every time he tried to remember the person who gave it to him he would picture the color, white. Such a strange color to picture, yet it held no meaning to him. Perhaps at one time it had. In addition to the bike was a belt that held a dagger in its sheath. The dagger at least he remembered. He had stolen it from the body of a flesh man. The man had attacked him, thinking this suit of armor was like him. He was wrong. The suit of armor killed him with such precise movements that it seemed hardly a challenge. This also confused him. How did he know such skills? He was just a suit of armor. This made no sense either.
Currently he was visiting a strange world. The suit of armor didn’t know what brought him to this place, but when the world had come into view he decided to land. The suit of armor had visited many a worlds, many a cities. Some he went through unnoticed. Others he was attacked. It didn’t matter much though. Anyone who tried to attack him ended up dying. Just like that flesh man. ”A monster… I am a monster.”[/i]
He walked through the world made of endless rocky badlands. The area he had landed his bike was a small outcropping of rock overlooking a vast wasteland and rocky plateaus below. He left his bike there and continued on into a trench where twisters spiraled out of control. To a flesh man these would prove dangerous. To the suit of armor though… They meant nothing to him. He wished they could harm him! Only if to end his petty existence!
Making it out of the trench and through a small fissure, the suit of armor found himself at a large cross road. There he saw millions of weapons left stabbed into the ground scattered across the large cross roads. It was as if someone had just left them there and moved on. They all had a very peculiar shape to them, taking the form of a key. At one time, this might have meant something to the suit of armor. In fact glancing at them, the suit of armor thought he could almost picture something, a white key? Should that mean something to him? Part of him wanted to think so, if only to give meaning to his existence. But that would be a lie. ”No need to lie to yourself. You are a monster cursed to roam the worlds for all existence.”
Walking past the crossroads, the suit of armor came upon a tall plateau where a large old fashioned castle stood on top. A castle meant flesh men. The suit of armor had seen those before. Heck he had been captured by flesh men in one. Then he had killed them all too as he escaped. They hadn’t been happy when he left. Looking up at the castle, the suit of armor decided he would go and get closer. So he walked up to the plateau and climbed. It was easy for a suit of armor. Flesh men had muscles and tired. A suit of armor did not.
Coming to the top did not take too long. In front of the castle now, the suit of armor realized that it was abandoned. That was the thing about flesh men. They always lit things up and had things cleaned and well… lived in. This castle lacked all of it. It was covered in moss with shattered windows and even the bones of some huge flying animal in front of it. The suit of armor thought he knew what the creature was. He could see the creature’s huge wings with flesh… But he couldn’t think of a name or a full picture. It escaped him as did everything now a days.
The suit of armor entered the castle. The first thing he walked down was a long hallway with a still suit of armor resting along the wall on each side. Oh how he envied them! To be still! To not have life! If he could just stand there like them and escape his own existence! But good things only came to flesh men. He was not a flesh man. He was but a suit of armor.
From there he entered through two double doors that would take any flesh man all of his strength to get through. For the suit of armor it was pretty easy. On the other side the suit of armor found a large and tall room. The first thing he noticed was stain glass windows depicting several different people in different scenes. Each of them seemed to wield a sort of key weapon that he had seen in the cross roads. The glass was covered with dust and green ivy had begun to grow from the ground up to the wall. However the sun still shined through, illuminating the scenes.
The floor of the room was covered in greenery. Grass, flowers, all sorts of different plants that had been allowed to grow from the lack of flesh men, covered the majority of the room. The only raised thing was a large chair. The word “throne” came to the suit of armor. An odd word as well, for it held no meaning to him. The “throne” too was covered entirely in green ivy. The suit of armor walked over to the “throne” and took a seat. He rested his hands on the sides of the chair and just sat there.
Why had he come? Was there something about this place that should draw his attention? The suit of armor had hoped perhaps that there was something here. But as was beginning to be proven, it didn’t happen. The suit of armor sat there and as he sat there he wished he could once again end his existence. He felt extreme sorrow, yet how could that be possible when he was just a suit of armor.
Flesh men did this thing. He had seen it before, sometimes in the female flesh men. But every so often he might see it happen in a child and sometimes with men. Sometimes it happened when they were in pain. The suit of armor had seen children do it when they got hurt from playing their games. He had seen it in men when they drank too much. He saw it in women when they were beaten and sometimes in the arms of their friends. It was a thing that they all seemed to hate. Yet at this moment the suit of armor would have traded them the world to do what they could so easily. The suit of armor wanted nothing more than to shed water, yet being a suit of armor he could not.
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”Until war broke…”[/size][/b]
They just kept coming. Darwin was a hero, a man who spent his life protecting his home against heartless and destruction. When it was discovered he could wield a keyblade, he traveled across worlds searching for the rumored keyblade master! Once he found him he spent years training under him, learning not only strength but wisdom as well. Now he was forty, a keyblade master in his own right. He had his own apprentices now who looked up to him. He was a good man! He was a smart man! Yet nothing prepared him for what came.
When he had first heard that there was a ruckus in the town, he didn’t think much of thirty enemies. Thirty heartless were nothing. His apprentice was not at the age where she could probably take them herself. Something inside told him though that something else was going on. For that reason he went with his apprentice. When they arrived on the scene among screaming citizens and wild fires, his eyes fell on the enemy.
These were human being! At least from where he stood that was what it looked like. They were citizens of all kinds holding weapons of various types. Darwin only counted seventeen of them. Seeing nothing but white in their eyes, Darwin didn’t waste time asking questions. He attacked one, immobilizing him by slicing off his sword arm, and then attacking another and doing the same. He was halfway through the enemy before his attack was finally blocked. Taking a step back to attack again, Darwin found that he bumped into someone. Spinning around, Darwin realized that he was surrounded! The enemies he thought he had put out of commission were still coming after him as if he hadn’t just cut them at all! It was then that he realized something was off about this enemy.
Hacking and slashing, he did all he could to attack and get free of the enemy. He even heard his apprentice shouting his name as she swung her own keyblade trying to get to him. Cutting through, she made it to him. “Let’s go sir! We can cut away through together!” They both focused on one side, cutting through the enemy, seemingly putting them out of battle only to see them rise again with what little appendages they had.
Darwin made it through, but his apprentice did not. At some point as he broke through and turned about, she had gotten lost within the bunched up enemy. Glancing around, Darwin became aware that there were now more of the enemies. And these were citizens from this world! How could this be possible?! Glancing around, Darwin watched some citizens walk out of the fire and attack some of the running ones. It was as if someone was controlling them!
First he needed to save his apprentice! Darwin began cutting into the enemy again. He made it halfway through when he saw a keyblade block his own. Darwin’s eyes widened. He realized that his apprentice was standing with a slit throat and white blank eyes blocking his attack. He understood then what was happening. They were being attacked by the undead. Just as he felt his own throat being slipped from behind he realized that no one would survive the attack on this world now.
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"And a false light shined…"[/i][/size]
The war was over. No matter where you looked across the crossroads there was death and dying. But for once after months of battle, the dead did not stir. The emperor was dead! His necromancers slain! And again war was finally over. Kim was the only female left alive helped the few others enter the large gummi ship. They would leave and come back with healers after they gave the leaders of the worlds the good news!
But Kim’s hope, though she did not know, was false. Once the gummi ship left, the dead rose. By dead, there was only one. “People just don’t seem to understand. You can’t die if you’re already dead.” Lakari had been thought to be killed by Red Wilder III. The only remaining keyblade master. His final act had been to send a wave of energy, his own remaining life force, to kill Lakari. When Lakari had been hit with it, he had in turn died. He felt his control of the soldiers slip. Once it slipped he had lost consciousness and the dead fell to the earth dead once more. But Lakari had not died. He survived again!
Glancing at the dead body of Red Wilder III, Lakari extended his hand and infused it with energy. He would enjoy a keyblade hero for a weapon. Sending out the energy, Lakari expected to feel the familiar connection he felt with all of his dead. But none came. Which was odd. Lakari extended his hand to the other dead and shot energy at it. Once again the dead did not rise. “What trickery is this?!”
Looking down at the keyblade hero he saw a smirk on the dead man’s face. Then Lakari understood. Oh the keyblade hero had been a tricky one! “Very good keyblade master. You may prevent me from raising those who lay here. But you did not succeed in killing me. There are always dead to be found elsewhere. I will gather twelve more, dead keyblade master. I will create another army. And you will still be dead.” Lakari mocked with a smile. He had long ago forsaken his true sanity and humanity. He was an immortal now, a creature of pure greed and darkness. Nothing could stop him. In Lakari’s mind there was nothing he did not know.
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