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Post by Tsumiko on May 8, 2015 20:22:22 GMT -5
It was a warm night, sometime in midsummer. The sun had set long ago, bowing to the Lady Moon and her glimmering stars. The light she cast was enough to make clear the landscape and all it held. One of the most breath-taking things in that very landscape was a towering structure made of smooth stone. The light of the moon paled against the light the castle seemed to give off naturally. Hues of pinks and blues tinted the white walls of the castle in an elegant fashion. Getting closer, one would notice the singular road leading to that castle. And at the end of that road? The castle's courtyard. Centered within it was a single simple, yet sophisticated square fountain. The light cast from the castle's inner chambers made the water within it glimmer with its reflection.
Sitting on the short wall of the fountain, a silver-haired woman gently let her fingertips glide through the cool waters. It was the first time that she had been there, and so was rather enraptured by the subliminal beauty of both things natural and artificial. Many a person had already left from the ball that was being held not too long ago. An event for the social elite, the woman sitting beside the trickling fountain didn't quite see herself fit to attend and so entertain herself with the waters.
Her attire wasn't as elegant those of the women who passed by, a simple white and blue frilled dress, but that didn't stop the songstress from offering each a warm smile as they left. Sometimes she'd get a similar smile in return, other times they turned their nose up at her as they crawled into their coaches. Regardless, Tsumiko continued to enjoy the waters in simple bliss. This place was like a dream. After a time, she began humming to herself, soft and gentle, last in thought and content with being entertained my them. By then, most everyone seemed to be gone as the castle's activity hushed.
The humming turned into a song, the lyrics from a lullaby that she was taught long ago as a child. It seemed only fitting at the world appeared to be drifting off to sleep. Tsumiko kept her tone low as to not disturb anyone near enough to hear. The last thing she wanted was to get escorted out of the castle grounds because she was being too loud. That would have been an embarrassing tragedy. One she'd rather avoid. But the atmosphere seemed just too perfect to pass up a little vocal practice. Hopefully she wasn't going to bother anyone.
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Post by JeY k on May 8, 2015 21:31:52 GMT -5
Despite the inability to feel impatience, JeY still felt like he had much better things to do than to sit and wait around for someone who was not only late, but seemed like they would outright refuse to show up. Sure, the man was rather intimidating when he spoke with such a peculiar voice void completely of emotion and the way he stood unfaltered to any adversity when being threatened by his client's master, but that should be all the more reason that they shouldn't have chickened out.
Well, there wasn't really a specified 'at the latest' so he'd be willing to give the client a few more hours before determining that they really weren't ready to truly escape their nightmare. It wasn't JeY's problem, he was merely curious into the situation, plus nothing was more entertaining than putting an utter douchebag in their place. He couldn't care less if someone else benefited greatly from it, but might as well? Oh well. It looked like he wouldn't get that opportunity.
Even more under-dressed than the girl humming a lullaby, a man stood at average height in the corner of the courtyard wall, obstructed from view from the fountain by three tall, skinny trees at the edge of the brick. He was in rather casual clothing, a t-shirt with an unbuttoned overshirt, nylon pants, boots, messy black hair and a cloth wrap on his forearms. The strangest piece of his get-up was an ornate dark-green blindfold with a single white gem in the center, positioned just between where his eyes would be. There were silver stitches in a vine-pattern around the gem.
He couldn't help but get more entranced with the singing, being melodic and peaceful. If he could feel emotion he would've grinned to himself but he merely thought of this as an opportunity to kill time. He could've been meditating with the white noise behind him, though actively waiting for a distinct person to make their way over to him required a tiny bit of focus, meditation only being effective if he could relinquish one hundred percent of the focus. Still, deciding to make the most of it, he went to pop into the area that contained the girl. Quite literally, actually, as he vanished and suddenly appeared sitting on the wall to the left of Tsumiko facing away from her.
"Parties not quite your thing?" he asked, though his voice was dry, monotone and emotionless. Of course, the same could be said about him since he was also not in the action, but he never was nor ever intended to be. There was a chance that his rendezvous might have to drag him in there and although it was the last thing he wanted to do it would be necessary if it was necessary for the other. Maybe he just won't show up still. There was an interesting aura surrounding this girl, something he wouldn't mind investigating in the meantime for sure.
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Saya
Heartless
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Post by Saya on May 9, 2015 17:11:39 GMT -5
No how many times it happened, Saya would never get used to traveling as it always left her with an uneasy feeling that permeated her body. For as long as Saya traveled the little nightmares she learned were called heartless always seemed to haunt normally peaceful areas. Currently it didnt appear as though there were any heartless around Saya giving her the time to adjust and take notice of the castle that peaked above the entire world. Although it was a good landmark the castle wasnt enough for Saya to understand where she ended up so she decided to explore.
"Ugh," Saya expressed her recent travelling sickness as she stumbled around searching for direction. Eventually coming across a native of the land whom first showed concern for Saya's status, Saya quelled their concerns by assuring them it was only temporal before continuing. "Wait! I almost forgot!" remembering the need for direction Saya turned back and called out to the kind stranger in order to find out more about the area. “A ball and I wasn’t invited?” Saya remarked with a pout before looking back at the native whom also shared the disgrace of no invitation. Removing the distasteful look on her face Saya surveyed the area to notice how the average person was dressed and finally understood, clearly there was some kind of hierarchical boundary. "This isnt fair..." Saya muttered to herself almost forcing the kind stranger to apologize about not hearing her; returning the kindness Saya expressed her apologies for bothering the stranger and thanked them before leaving toward the castle.
The irony was too overwhelming; to have an entire world named “Castle of Dreams” and carry a nightmare worse than heartless, discrimination is the worst! With her unsettled stomach finally subsiding Saya's walk became a storm toward the castle with the mission to speak her mind!
Upon approaching the Castle Saya caught ear of something that swayed her anger and soothed her mind to the point of forgetting why she was there. Almost as though a switch were flipped within Saya she immediately went into a daze as she followed the peaceful tune. The tune sent her into a haze of peaceful times where things seemed simpler and the most complicated thing Saya ever needed to consider were the shapes of the clouds in the blue sky above her. While in the state of harmony Saya almost instinctively began adding the tune by creating a sound of classical instruments and even a second voice forming a sort of duet without ever opening her own mouth. Everything fell in perfectly as Saya closed in on the source of the tune only to be interrupted by the tactless voice of a male’s potential advance. What first started as a would be concert immediately came to a halt as the sounds produced by Saya ceased and her memories of her mission flourished.
“That party is horrible!” Saya argued in response to the man’s question as her eyebrows pinched her forehead in fury, “How can you even call it such a thing when so many are refused entry!? In an event every heart should be able to mesh and create something beautiful!” Gesturing to the humming lady as her expression lightened up; Saya cued her to speak after feeling as though, through song, they connected in the way she described, “Right?”
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Post by Tsumiko on May 10, 2015 16:01:28 GMT -5
Tsumiko was startled by the sudden voice that spoke from beside her. It caused her to jump a little as her eyes shot up. The man sitting upon the fountain's wall with her was curious in appearance, to say the least. What caught her attention the most was the emerald colored blindfold tied around his head. It made her wonder what the story was behind it. And why he sounded so... emotionally colorless. She pondered his question, turning so her back faced the fountain. Kicking her feet one at a time, the songstress hummed in thought.
"Hmm... It's not that I don't like parties, I actually enjoy them quite a bit. That's just it, though. I tend to enjoy them too much..." It also went without saying that there were far too many people inside, many of which would have had her thrown out without a second thought. Balls were an aristocratic even meant to entertain those with titles granted by royalty. Tipping her head to the side, a knuckle to her chin, eyes closed, Tsumiko pondered what it meant to have a title. Her thoughts were broken by yet another unexpected appearance. Blinking, her silver-blue eyes turned upon the woman that had just arrived. What she said would have held true in most everything, but there were some things that just weren't meant to be.
"Well, I would agree if it weren't something meant only for a few. Balls like these are for the privileged. There is nothing to make beautiful out of it if the only attendees are those who are content with their self-centered ways," the songstress looked at the woman with a gentle smile. An after thought had caused her to giggle. "Though there's no rules saying that you can't make your own ball for yourself and the people. Nay? One were everyone can gather and create something unique without the judging eyes of the royals."
Standing to her feet, Tsumiko brushed her hands against the skirt of her dress. Lacing her fingers behind her back, she looked to the two people before her with a bright smile. "But where are my manners. My name is Tsumiko."
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Pinky
Heartless
Balla balla!
Posts: 6
Hover Image: http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i206/xyz_02/2_zps73931d14.jpg
Character Profiles: http://kingdomrocks.proboards.com/thread/39854/king-mickey-mouse
Gender: Both
Age: 23
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Post by Pinky on May 13, 2015 11:03:35 GMT -5
WORDS 467 Level: Efforts given | Don't worry Fellas! A Gummi Ship had parked a short ways away...ordinary in its Kingdom Model design,nobody would have suspected it was the original. That type of model was fairly common in the Disney Castle line. Mickey prefered it. He was, if nothing else, a very humble King. He didn't really like the attention he got from being royalty. After all, he'd been chosen for that role because of how he was. There wouldn't be much of a point if he let all that go to his head.
Strolling casually up to the palace, humming his own little song as he approached. He wasn't one for parties, but he had been so stressed and busy preparing for the arrival of Xehanort, that he had forced himself to take a little break. After all, all work and no play makes Mickey Mouse a dull Keyblade Warrior. It would be nice to find some time to actually relax, for once. It gave him the chance to see how this world was doing since Terra, Aqua, and Ventus had vanished, too...The little King hadn't checked on the elder worlds since their return from the grip of Xehanort's Heartless, after all.
It was then, when he got nearby the steps, that the mouse noticed several people standing around the area who looked rather distraught and restless. His big, round ears weren't just for decoration; they picked up quite a bit of sound, too. Even from the distance he was at, he could hear one of the younger, silver-haired girls complaining that they'd been neglected from being allowed inside. That didn't seem right to him, either. Typically the balls here were open to anybody. This was strange. Then again, folks with silver hair were getting sidelined all over the place, with Xehanort's sudden and unexpected return. The King couldn't blame people for being afraid; Xehanort was dangerous, but not everybody understood what was going on with the True Organization. Folks were on witchhunts all over the worlds, casting away people they might've thought were part of the plot...In the efforts of him and his friends trying to protect the worlds, they had made things a little worse. Sometimes Mickey wondered if the effort was worth it, but he couldn't afford to lose faith now. People, everybody, was depending on he, Sora, Riku, Lea, Kairi, Aqua, Ventus, and Terra now...
But there were less stressful things to worry about now. The royal mouse approached the trio of disheartened youngsters in his usual, jolly manner. "Well, if you're lookin' to go to the ball, maybe I could help you, fellas!"Extending his hand out, he gave a happy little smile."The name's Mickey. Pleased to meet ya!" |
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Post by JeY k on May 14, 2015 16:04:35 GMT -5
Before she began to answer his question, he could feel another presence making their way over. He was not fond of larger gatherings but maybe they were just a passerby on their way out. At least, that's what he hoped. He was in the middle of speaking to someone though. Her regular conversation voice was also soft and pleasant to listen to, which was expected for someone who seemed to be able to sing well. It was now a little disappointing that Ranting Girl, as he would dub the new person who wandered into the scene and open her mouth immediately, had decided to intrude. Not that she didn't have to right to wander into open, public space.
So the young girl liked parties just fine and Ranting Girl was plain denied access. If he cared, JeY could easily smuggle them in, but he would only do that favor if Ranting Girl left and the other would stay. More than patient, he let the first girl speak her mind first and mention how formal occasions of the upper class worked, but if there was a will there was a way. Unfortunately he would not be interested in partaking in any impromptu party, as he had better things to do. Maybe. He was convinced his contact would probably not show up at this point.
"They're also a waste of time." The dry, monotonous cut of his voice juxtaposed heavily against the young, vibrant girls. He was referring to parties in general, if that wasn't obvious. He knew full well that, to the party-goers, parties were certainly not a waste of time as they provided a forum for a wide audience of people to fulfill a multitude of basic human needs all at once. To socialize, entertain themselves, brag or show off, consume sustenance, and obtain gifts in certain situations. Nothing which JeY needed.
And he certainly wasn't going to give out his name, there was absolute no reason-- well, unless an extremely powerful aura makes itself present in this world's space last minute. He didn't recognize it so he couldn't identify who was coming, but all other curiosities were pushed aside. He'd sit and wait until the presence made itself known. When it got closer he could see a general shape of the being through his aurarized vision, but it was still rather vague until...
Mickey Mouse. That voice was too iconic not to forget. Especially from an outsider to this universe who grew up thinking this plane of existence was merely a fantasy world. Unfortunately, due to the potency of light behind the King's presence, JeY's first instinct was to kill him and take his resonating energy left behind for himself. He quickly diluted that thought knowing that it hardly helps since he learned the truth recently about how to gain greater power (which is certainly not killing random strangers) and the last time he tried that, it was messy. Plus, he was on the run. A fully-fledged fight between two powerhouses would leave him in a very vulnerable state where the hunter that pursued him these days would have an easy picking.
No, he would benefit far more by becoming an ally. Now the problem became how to establish a relationship where he would be willing to help him out with a very specific task. It was a hunch, but knowing what Mickey was capable of made him to believe that he could help him cross dimensional rifts in a more efficient fashion that he had previously with Aiko. Well, it was a slim possibility, but one nonetheless. JeY remained in his present position. He definitely had a reason to relinquish his name now.
"JeY; while we're at introductions." It was unfortunate the others would have to catch wind, but it was a sacrifice he was willing to make if he really wanted this to work. 'Mickey, don't fret, but I am using telepathy to ask for your assistance later. I don't want to cause a stir, but knowing your reputation, perhaps you have insight on a dilemma I'm having. I am indeed a stranger you've never met, but I hope to correct that soon.' It was a polite enough introduction, and as long as he didn't involve the girls, he would be golden. Hopefully Mickey would take a hint here and not blab about anything out loud, but maybe act natural. Hopefully JeY didn't put too much trust into him straight away. JeY shifted his body and sat cross-legged, now facing the crowd instead of having his back to them.
"I'm sure at least someone here would like assistance entering." His head was facing towards Saya when he said that, but then he turned toward Tsumiko. "And if you're interested, pairs would be the ideal way to pursue this I believe." It was hard to take him seriously since his voice was robotic and completely drained of any emotion, but he had the right inflection to make ti seem like he meant what he said. He was putting on a show of course, but without being able to see his eyes and his facial expression remaining completely blank and deadpan, it was nearly impossible to tell what he was really thinking from the outside.
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