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9 yrs ago
hello there friends I like ice cream
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9 yrs ago
not gonna be around from the 12th to the 17th of august 2017
9 yrs ago
dying under exams so please pardon the lack of posting
10 yrs ago
I'm back and that's that
11 yrs ago
Pulling out from roleplays for a while, hopefully not for too long

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This entire escapade was absurd! Why did she agree to this Ninty would never know, but the whole shooting streams of light from her Keyblade was pretty cool.

Ninty had been in fights before, she had even been in brawls as a youngster as well but never a war. She’d never heard someone’s dying shriek, never seen their body being ripped apart by shadows before it even had a chance to hit the ground, never smelt flesh being burned to barely a few ashes upon bone.

“Get away from me!” Ninty shrieked and swung the keyblade at a shadow far too close for comfort.

She was wearing a dress. Of all things she had decided to wear a dress thinking that she’d be more than a match for these things. But she was paying the price now. Even after such a short time being on the ground her limbs were dotted with small cuts from the little soldiers giddily running circles round them.

As Ninty was firing another round of beams up at the flying Nocturnes (though Ninty herself called them annoying pepper pots), pressed so tightly against Henry’s back that she was regularly dealing and receiving volleys of elbows to the ribs, the many bells ringing in her skull drew her attention to her left. The flood of jittering heartless before her was being parted by the a large body charging full pelt towards them, sending the heartless between them up into the air.

“Fatso to the left!” Ninty shouted, not at all concerned that her left was Henry’s right. “Move!” She struck out her bum with enough force to send her and Henry away from each other.

The Large Body tore through the space they had been just moments before whilst Ninty slashed apart the Heartless she had tumbled into. And the next, and the next, and the next Ninty continued to swipe vigorously at the Heartless surrounding her.

“By the Thirteen how many of these things are there!?” Ninty cursed loudly.
I'm so sorry I got distracted with drawing
In Chroniker 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
nooo it's fine, be happy and bouncy

Oh noes, my nose D:
In Chroniker 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
I'll add the little header when I get onto a computer, and try to remember to do so for future posts as well :P
How's everyone doing today?

Also me thinks we may want to get into some character scenes at a later date where we don't depend quite so heavily on Eyeris for just such occasions. :P
hhms posty on the morrow me thinks to try and think of what to do.

Would anyone really be opposed to me getting the gang out on the battle field or would it be better if we waited just a bit longer?
In Chroniker 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
POSTED :D

And someone help Grandpa up as he appears to have fallen.
In Chroniker 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Celadon

Celadon squinted at the harsh white of the snow as he trod through the deep snow, all the while bitterly cursing the freezing temperature with the names of all the gods he knew of. There were many reasons why he lived in a tropical climate and not having his paws freezing off was one of them!

Teeth chattering through the freezing wind Celadon then began to ponder how he had even gotten onto this accursed mountain top. As far he knew he had been sleeping for much of the day so sleep walking might have been a possibility, if it weren’t so absurd as the nearest climate like this was at least a few weeks walk away. No wait, there was something else.

Celadon paused mid-walk for a moment to take another look over his surroundings (white snow and buildings on platforms, how interesting) as well as focus on the little memory he had found.

He had been woken up by the Children at some point during his nap, and so of course the memory was very fuzzy and felt more like a half forgotten dream, to show him this odd stone they had found. It was very pretty and looked as if the stars and been captured within it. Of course being half asleep at the time Celadon had simply nodded and smiled before going back to sleep. But now Celadon was wide away because it was absolutely freezing and he was certain that any minute now his tail was going to fall off!

Stepping carefully onto a creaking bridge one thing Celadon knew was the he wasn’t anywhere near Kiengry anymore, being unable to feel the comforting swell of power surrounding him which meant he was less powerful than he was used to. Still, he could probably summon a very small storm and give someone a nasty shock.

His ears twitched, picking up the sounds of a conversation, and his attention was drawn to his left where on another platform a number of humanoid people had gathered. All of them looked to be very different but he was relieved to have at least found someone else up here none the less with only a snow covered bridge between them
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“Hello there” Celadon called over to the group through chattering teeth. “Nice to see someone else up here.”

He stepped onto the bridge which protested beneath his weight, but Celadon was too preoccupied to notice.

“Don’t suppose any of you know where I am?” The bridge whimpered quietly. “Only I’m a bit lo-” The low ominous noise of braking ice cut off the rest of his sentence.

He stood there in a mixture of surprise and fear whilst the bridge beneath his paws groaned and shifted. The clock tied around his neck ticked twice. Celadons stomach did numerous flips and he yelped in surprise to find his back end suddenly sink through what he had thought to be a bridge. Front paws clawing desperately at the snow and back paws flailing in the abyss below Celadon had discovered for the first time in his life that bridges made of ice were, unfortunately, a thing.
In Chroniker 11 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
Wee bit busy this evening so I'll have to post a bit later guys, hope you dont mind.
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