xiara
Heartless
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Post by xiara on Jun 25, 2019 21:07:31 GMT -5
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xiara
Heartless
Starting a new Profile for a Atlantica Resident
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Post by xiara on Jun 25, 2019 21:11:43 GMT -5
”AND THAT IS WHY you will ALWAYS NEVER hear the end of ME!” Attina explained in the most commanding Princess voice she could muster. The dark mermaid rolled her eyes in a smirk. Her eyes were gazing in front of the empty ocean in front of her. Until she finally gave the eldest daughter of King Triton the time of day. ”Yes your majesty.” Xiara replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Attina clearly didn’t like her response as her cheeks huffed out and face turned red, ”Xiara! I’m serious! Your mom was banished for a reason. I know you… miss her and everything.” The Princess tried to find the words to not offend the Royal Guard but she couldn’t find one to fit, with Xiara it was always a losing battle. ”But she’s bad news, she practices in dark magic and you know that’s forbidden. Your father had every reason to take you away from that.” Immediately a glare formed on Xiara’s face and the princess shrunk. Those were definitely not the right combination of words. ”You know what?! If you’re such a good friend then you of all people would be supportive of rekindling a relationship with my mom! She’s been there for me, has time to support me- unlike the Captain of the Guard… do you realize how hard I-“ ”Xiara, I’m sorry I-“ ”Sorry?! HA! That’s easy for you, right?! You’re royalty. You’ve always had it easy, always got what you wanted. Pretty soon you’re going to be shipped across the seven seas to get married to Prince what’shisface and live happily ever after, spawning heirs for him. Attina, your life is so mushy and unrealistic. So didn’t feed me lines of your unrealistic standards for us ‘commoners’.” Xiara snapped, anger filling her voice as Attina seemed to shrink away until she swam off without a word. The dark-haired huffed and rolled her eyes for a moment, not realizing she was radiating darkness until a few screwdivers appeared. ”No…” She mumbled as she pulled her trident from her back and immediately charged. She slashed and parried at them, getting them down to hearts until more aquatanks and screwdivers appeared. There were too many for her to handle and as she was starting to get overcomed she was realizing it. With her own fear and anger radiating from herself, her trident seemed to absorb the darkness inside her and she was able to slash at them easily. It was euphoric though, the fact that she could defeat them so easily and they fell quickly. Until she was almost down to the last one. The darkness seemed to build and build inside her heart until she released the motions into a powerful burst from her trident. The heartless seemed to dissolve into a heart. ”XIARA!” Immediately she spun around with wide eyes, noticing her father and two other guards with him… along with Attina. ”Xiara how could you!? I told you to stay away from her! Look what she has done to you!” The guardwoman finally looked upon herself and she smirked. Did he realize how he messed up by not giving her the time of day? Now she was clearly more powerful then him. ”Father! Are you not pleased?! I slayed all of them! I am the warrior you are always wanted!”
”Not like this Xiara… never did I wanted you to be like this but- you leave me no choice.” The man spoke with a sigh under his breath, his heart hurting with the realization that he was unable to prevent his daughter to become like her own mother. ”Xiara of Atlantica! In the name of King Triton and the Seven Seas, you are to face exile from Atlantica. You are never to return. If you are seen in our Kingdom you will face execution. May Poseidon have mercy upon you.”
Xiara gasped with tears in her eyes. They burned with malice as she gritted her teeth in anger- clenching her trident. ”FATHER YOU WILL REGRET TURNING YOUR FACE ON YOUR OWN BLOOD! I SWEAR I WILL BE BACK AND WHEN I DO. THIS WHOLE KINGDOM WILL PAY!” She roared, casting her own trident towards the men and Attina as her eyes growled an orange color. Purple swirled around her as is shot out from her weapon and formed a portal in front of her. After charging through into the darkness, Xiara was gone.
Back in Corona among the trees on the outskirts of the kingdom. Birds flew away in flocks as a woman dropped out of the portal six feet off the ground and landed in bushed. Covered in branches and leaves, her body was scratched up as she used just her arms to pull herself out a moment later. Xiara’s eyes grew wise though when she realized she wasn’t in the ocean. Instead, she was on land… like a human. ”No… no.” She mumbled under her breath as her hands patted her skin and hair. She glided them down her body, realizing she had dry clothes and LEGS?! ”NOOO!” She screeched as she gripped and grabbed at her appendages. Behind her animals skirted away as she created her noise. Pulling off a shoe she looked at her toes, feeling the spaces and wiggling them before quickly putting it back on. ”THAT’S DISGUSTING! I’m gonna-“ She immediately rolled over and went on her hands and knees, gagging and throwing up her last meal into the pillow of leaves she just landed on.
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Post by hoodwink on Jun 26, 2019 4:46:23 GMT -5
Stumbling through the woods of Corona was a tall figure, slumped in posture and covered by a hooded steel blue jacket. The jacket was unbuttoned, revealing a stained and heavily worn in white t-shirt, a faded graphic of a tidal wave on the front. The hooded figure walked through the forest at an irregular pace, stumbling and speeding up and stopping to look at the flowers. This world had loads of beautiful flowers. The Vagabond always had a soft spot for flowers, it was part of the reason he had turned Radiant Garden into his ‘base of operations’, so to speak. Humming a tune that he couldn’t quite remember the name of, the hooded vagrant gazed up at the canopy of leaves above him. Formed by the heavy and thick trees surrounding the forest, the canopy let in bursts of brilliant sunlight and the sound of birds chirping. Taking in a deep breath, the Vagabond truly felt at peace for the first time in…well, too long for a loon like him to remember. ”NOOO!” Suddenly, a loud shriek caused the relaxed man to jolt upright, spinning on his heels as the scream echoed through the vast forest.
Nearby birds flew off from their branches, squirrels and rabbits scurrying out of the shrubbery to hide from the loud and abrasive sound. ”THAT’S DISGUSTING! I’m gonna—“ The voice continued! Hm…it’s coming from that direction… Turning his shrouded gaze in the direction of the shouting, the vagrant took a moment to consider his options. He had just arrived on this world and had hardly had any time to explore it yet. Having gotten a tip from a reliable source on Radiant Garden, the Vagabond had come here in order to continue his research on hearts. There were still many things he had to practice and explore with, though he had made some decent headway back home. On Radiant Garden, where the Vagabond’s own makeshift lab had been established, the man had heard of ancient and powerful magic on this world. Magic that could do miracles. He needed a miracle, in his research, if he were to get anywhere.
His issue was with the heart’s endurance. Most hearts he experimented on that were tainted by darkness seemed to rely on that darkness to sustain themselves. After relying on the darkness enough to give it a hold in one’s heart, it seemed one’s heart became a bit too attached to the essence, most perishing upon the separation. The Vagabond needed to find a method that would successfully either eradicate or extract the dark essence within individual hearts. Perhaps that ‘miracle magic’ he had heard about could aid him. Well…I guess whoever it is could help me find this magic I’m seeking… Truthfully, the Vagabond also wasn’t one that could simply ignore cries of distress. Though absorbed in his own nonsense, it seemed the hooded vagrant did have some sense of duty, at least.
With a reluctant sigh, the Vagabond began to head towards the direction of the screaming. Walking through the tall grass of the forest, the hooded man lifted his nose at a familiar scent. ”Darkness…!” It smelled like that place. His pace began to quicken as he made his way through an odd tunnel, crafted by leaves and tree arches. Emerging from the tunnel, the Vagabond found himself in a wooded clearing, where a woman with dark hair and pale skin seemed to be lamenting rather severely. Sitting on the ground, she seemed to be in distress, though the vagrant couldn’t tell why. She was completely alone in the clearing, seemingly unbothered by anything. The smell was emitting from her.
”Oh~ You’re excited! Did something good happen?” The Vagabond took cautious steps towards the woman, his hooded gaze shrouded and unreadable. Looking her over, the Vagabond wondered about why she smelled the way she did. For a moment, he wondered if she was a local. He had yet to meet any inhabitants of this world, and thus had no idea what anyone would happen to look like. Looking around the empty clearing a bit, the Vagabond tilted his hooded head, looking down at the sitting woman as he scratched the back of his head.
It looked like she was completely alone. Why was she screaming? "Hm...judging by the way you smell, you're already involved..." Crouching down and resting his hands on his knees, the hooded man tilted his head a bit, peering at her with his shrouded gaze intently, leaning forward as he brought his head closer towards her face. "So, what's got you all excited?" It seemed the Vagabond was aptly named, as he had no manners when it came to social obligation. Not once had he introduced himself or asked about the woman's health or safety.
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xiara
Heartless
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Post by xiara on Jun 27, 2019 23:37:51 GMT -5
Xiara tremored when she was done being sick and fell on her back towards the ground. There was so much to process: she had legs, this was air not water, she was wearing different clothes, she didn't expect to traverse out of her world, she didn't plan on getting exiled from her world, everything is dry here, and she was breathing this air now. She closed her eyes for a moment. Staring at the most familiar spot she could think of, the back of her eyelids. Her goal still remained clear, she wanted to go back to Atlantica for revenge... but to do that she would need to explore this darkness more... to harness it. Xiara knew she had to be completely confident in her abilities before she came back... then she could do what she wished to take over.
"Oh~ You're excited! Did something good happen?"
Immediately Xiara opened her eyes and glared at him. Not even saying a word.
"Hm... juding by the way you smell, you're already involved... So, what's got you all excited?"
For someone so curious he was dressed weird also. "Where am I?" She asked, quickly drawing her weapon to threaten him. She tried to stand on her legs but immediately she was falling over. Quickly as she could she took the prongs on her trident and stabbed them into the ground during her fall until her body bowed- her strength completely depending on the crystalline weapon. The dark haired woman gritted her teeth as her eyes showed shame in her current situation of not being able to fight for herself. "And no games."
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Post by hoodwink on Jun 28, 2019 0:28:50 GMT -5
”Where am I?” The dark haired woman was quick to alarm, drawing a large Trident from seemingly nowhere. Thankfully, it seemed the woman was undergoing some sort of balance issue, as she was toppling over just as quick as she drew the weapon. Stabbing the Trident into the ground in order to prop herself up, the Vagabond waved a hand at her as he chuckled. ”Wow! You’re lively!” It seemed he was running into loads of lively people eager to point weapons at him lately. Hm…she reminds me of someone… There was a hazy image in his mind. A girl with features he couldn’t quite make out and a name on the tip of his tongue he couldn’t quite remember. ”And no games.” It seemed this stranger held very low expectations of him.
Sighing a bit, the hooded man looked around the vast forest that encompassed them. Resting his hands on his hips, the Vagabond lifted a hand and scratched at his shrouded face. ”We’re on the world of…” He paused. ”Er…” Turning away from the woman, the hooded man lowered his head as he mumbled to himself. ”Ah…geez…what was the name again?” His memory really had been awful, lately. Ever since he had gotten back from that odd…mansion? Library? Castle? No, he was getting off track. It started with a ‘C’…’Cornfield’? ‘Cornucopia’? Oh! He got it! Spinning around to face the woman once more, the Vagabond pointed a finger towards her while gesturing towards the forest around them with his free hand. ”You’re in the Kingdom of Corona!”
It was a grand entrance and all…the problem was the Vagabond knew nothing about this world other than its name. Even that he had barely remembered. Resting his hands in his steel blue jacket pockets, the hooded vagrant gave a hearty laugh. ”Ha ha! Seems you’re not from here, either, then.” His tone seemed humorous, though his expression was unreadable from the shadows of the deep hood he wore. Offering out his left hand, the Vagabond leaned forward a bit. Perhaps she can help me find what I seek… He wasn’t the type to just come out and ask someone, though. There were other ways to do things.
"Well, you do have that smell, so you can't be innocent." His tone was chastising and dry, almost as though he had no mercy for the woman currently struggling to keep herself balance. "Tell me, what shadow did you emerge from?"
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xiara
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Post by xiara on Jun 29, 2019 22:22:27 GMT -5
"Coronoa?" Xiara replied in almost an apprehensive tone. She never heard of this place ever. However from the look of things it seemed that her portal took her way outside of Atlantica. Even from the humans she has seen on land in Atlantica didn't wear clothes like he was wearing. Clearly the hooded man wasn't from this area either. He barely had an idea of where they were.
He was right about her not being her either.
Nor about being innocent.
Instead of grabbing to his hand, she grabbed on to his arm- wobbling as she let the trident go. It clattered against a tree trunk before falling on the ground. "Atlantica." She sighed, she felt ashamed that she would need help like this. Back on her home world she was one of the last people who would need help. "These things-" She gestured to her legs, "Are a pretty new concept to me. Before I came here I was a mermaid. A proud warrior on my world- I know how to use dark magic."
Xiara decided to be honest to him for now. She did not have any advantages in this situation at all. She was not able to fight and surely she was not able to outwit him. He was providing everything she needed so far- thus she had no reason not to rebuttal.
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Post by hoodwink on Jun 30, 2019 0:18:15 GMT -5
The Vagabond had no courtesies about him. Barking out a short laugh as the woman grabbed a hold of him for balance, the vagrant made no objection to aiding her. ”Atlantica.” Hearing the name, no memories came to the Vagabond. He had never heard of or been to that world. ”Before I came here, I was a mermaid. A proud warrior on my world—I know how to use dark magic.” Ah. So that explained the smell. It seemed the woman before him was someone who’s heart had tapped into the Darkness for strength. Reeking of the same scent, the man held no qualms or quarrels with the stranger over it. To think…a world with mermaids. Despite not knowing the world she spoke of, he did know about mermaids. They seemed to be tale on almost every world with a recorded history or mythology.
Intrigued, the Vagabond lifted his free hand to lower his hood. Revealed was a mop of messy hazelnut hair, which seemed to not want to behave, going in every which direction. As always, his dull green matte eyes showed no signs of light or life in them. A shadow of stubble stretched across his jaw, his face pale from the years spent in that realm. His expression, usually blank and disinterested, was bright with a friendly smile. It was a little odd though, since it didn’t reach his eyes. ”So, Mighty Dark Warrior Mermaid—“ It was a little long. He would have to shorten it. ”Hm…Dark Mermaid?” That sounded a bit better. Something was still missing though. Waving his free hand as if to shoo the thought away, the Vagabond glanced around the forest.
”So, Mermaid Dark Warrior—“ Damn it. It still didn’t sound right. Whoops. Looks like the thought came back. The Vagabond sighed. I’ll figure it out eventually, I guess. There were other worries to address. ”—what brought you to this world, of all places? Sounds like it’s pretty far away from this Atlantica place.” If she messed with the dark like he did, she would be able to create portals, he assumed. Typically, one had a reason for their destination, after all. What would a mermaid have to do with a world like this? Maybe she seeks what I'm searching for... That would be troublesome...or helpful? Truthfully he'd rather cross that path if and when it came.
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