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Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

An old challenger appears!

Lynnwell Tourmaline

"Grimalkin o' yor. But a part o' the garland."

Name: Lynnwell Tourmaline
Nickname: Lyngurium Lie (Name left in any records), The Undying,
Age: 18 (Physical age), 360+ (Mental age)
Sex: Female
Grade: None anymore. Hostile to St Laurels.
Hair colour: Pink
Eye colour: Yellow
Clothing: Black sweatshirt with collar, wide red 70's pants, leotard, neatly attached roman styled sandals. Broché with a silhouette of Saint Laurel.

Theme

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Personality:

Lynnwell speaks often in an olden tongue of ages past, but she is adept in speaking normally aswell if necessary. She just doesn't find the modern tongue as beautiful or refined, perhaps it is a result of nostalgia of better days.

In a regular conversation Lynnwell appears to be relaxed, but once engaged in battle or if someone angers her she will quickly display a completely different persona. In battle she is prone to make short taunts to try unbalance her opponents, and is relentless in her attacks and pressure. She commends bravery, determination and things which she considers in spirit with a warrior. On the other hand she abhors the use of magical ranged attacks and things which attempt to restrict or control the battlefield. She also dislikes cowards and those who slanders Saint Laurel. Her relationship to the saint is one of reverance, hate, love and sorrow all pushed into one. From her point of view, the only one who bears the right to badmouth the name of Saint Laurel is she alone.

"Ye scullions o' Laurel, lost in wassail..."

Biography:

A warrior's true home is upon the fields of battle, a hero which lives long enough may someday find themselves become the villain. Such is the case with Lynnwell "The Undying". Back in an age when Laurel, the saint, fought in the Last Great War of Rhea. This was before the arena dispute resolution system came into being, which Rhea has upheld even to the current day.

To fight alongside such a legend on the battlefield against a common enemy was something which Lynnwell enjoyed. To Laurel, she may have just been an ally. But to her, Laurel was something far more. A soulmate. Someone who shared the same soul. That of a warrior. At least this was what she perceived at the time. But time was going to change things, as there were no more enemy to fight on the battlefields and Laurel becoming more of a figurehead and spending his time betting and rolling dice to his newly instated tournaments. Lynnwell realized that the Laurel she once knew was no more, the warrior soul he had donned, where were it now? Hers was still burning, and the more idle she were the more the anger stirred within her until she couldn't hold it back no more.

The fighting in the arenas brought her no joy or satisfaction, they were all empty victories which wouldn't change the world or her legacy one bit. She thus formed a group of chosen to make a coup against the Rhean leadership, seeking to plunge the nation into war again so she could once more battle as a true warrior and possibly rekindle Laurel's soul. But this was stopped by the timely arrival of the saint and his students. Lynnwell's allies were captured or slain, whereof she was chased to the roof of the Rhean administrative building, where she and Laurel had their fight. One which would see the legendary saint striking down his former ally.

To most mortals this would have been the end, the final chapter of their book. But to Lynnwell, the undying. This was just the beginning of her long existance and she would have many more clashes with the saint and his disciples until time itself would claim the saint and she was left alone. Her godly given gift of reincarnation had both been a blessing and a curse, as she soon realized she would eventually end up alone with everyone else she knew dying or ending up hating her for what she was trying to do. When Laurel was no longer around, Lynnwell's cause changed. From having attempted to rekindle the flames of war and return Rhea to it's past, she has currently abandoned that way in favor of searching for strong opponents, specifically those of the school of St Laurels.

Perhaps if she was able to reincarnate, what was to say the saint couldn't have aswell? The search for his reincarnation, his spiritual successor was now in motion. No official great record exists about Lynnwell's past other than her apparent connection to Saint Laurel. Much knowledge of her origin was lost in the great heist and blaze of the grand library some twohundred and twenty years ago. While it is commonly believed that Lyngurium Lie, as she is known by the remaining texts, stole something from the grand library or perhaps something from Laurel himself. There had been frantic searches for the lost knowledge by scholars and heroes alike, who tried to discover just what she robbed Rhea of.

In the past when cornered, the elusive villain has chosen to embrace death rather than revealing 'The secret'. The only other person which may have known anything about it was Laurel and since his passing, there has just been speculation. While many believes Lyngurium Lie is now ancient history and long dead, having last been slain some onehundred and thirty years ago by a band of new heroes from St Laurel's school.

"My my, scaramouch art ye? Thou art truly a poltroon."

Core: Nine Lives (Reincarnation)

Has past lives which she can remember, everything she's done, experienced and learnt. This in turn allows her to know far more than she should at her physical age. Such as the shortest but effective way to get a strong body in the least amount of time possible and how to stay disciplined. Her gift, aside from allowing her to reincarnate, has given her traits from felines in that she has retractable claws for nails, fangs, heightened senses and a prehensile tail. Alongside a pair of fluffy cat ears.

Increased mental and physical attributes from feline body and knowledge over several lifetimes of battling.

First power: Feline Finesse (Speed, agility, reflexes, climbing, acrobatics, claws, prehensile tail)

To Lynnwell speed is not only the ultimate defense, but also the ultimate offense. A thing which is a deciding factor in victory or loss. To be quick of body and of mind is crucial to any great warrior who desire to stand victorious. But balance and being able to manuever well is not to be discarded neither, for without balance a warrior would be uneven and unreliable, and a warrior which cannot manuever is useless. But immense speed isn't all that she has been bestowed with, climbing, running on walls and other forms of acrobatics come with it aswell.

Second power: Feline Fervor (Fiery blazing soul)

Lynnwell is driven by a fierce passion for battle, with such a fierce warrior's heart and soul, she is immune to tamperings of her fiery soul, which has permitted her to reincarnate despite attempts to seal her soul. This fiery heart and soul may also manifest itself in battle, where she coats herself in heat giving her the ability to fly short distances as if she was propelled by jet engines. The heat can also be directed to her hands to coat them in fire for awhile, or to momentarily turn herself into a fireball. The heat itself seems to radiate out from her, but ignores her own body, clothing and soul. It also seems to not engulf oxygen unless she turns the heat into fire. The fire effects are generally very short, ranging from three seconds to fifteen seconds.

Third power: Feline Ferocity (Strength, toughness, willpower, movement restriction breaking)

To break the chains that bind, to never relent, to never submit. These are things which course through Lynnwell's veins. To pin her down with physical, mental or magical restriction effects is usually met with fierce retaliation. Her strength, speed and resiliance overall is enhanced with the ferocity of a lion protecting it's spawn and that also helps her in breaking free.

"Rhea hast been built uppon a weake foundation forsooth, the buildinge raised in ye imagery, thee vaine saint o' yor. Thine feigne smile, it becommeth ye not. The stone o' ryche, hidith for thine envy, thine feigne vertues shulde not helpe ye. Cyning of none. Thine andsaca o' yor, hast cometh anew. Hither. Sharpen thine bill wight, beorn o' beorht. Come forthe, beadurinc sawol. Laurel... thou arleas deaofol. So sayeth I, thine soothsayer. wlanc Laurel, dyre faeger lufu. Mine mind hast wizened, olde feond. My expergefactor o' yor. Wightkinde grubble for rawgabbit. Brabble onwards all thee wish.

Few are the snollygosters, plentiful art the ultracrepidarians. Dance with thine demise, ye contumelious wights. I shalt tear thee asunder. Weep thine brine, I shalt not let thee besmirch the woruld, meager bantling. Try wade across the ceald brim if ye can. Thou shalt be thwarted, come forth quench my thirst, cockalorum. Offrian thou sawol, gnornian thine beadurinc beorht. Apostols o' Laurel... mere bridewell."

Relationships:

Saint Laurel: "I detest thee, I miss thee. Mine olde feond o' lufu. Bare thine smirk anew for me, deaofol o' beorht."
Shal-Akkun: "Ye olde skald o' the sand, thine family slain alas in vain. Shalt thine song o' lamentation bring war anew? Vengeance demands thee act lest thou shalt wither by thine illness. Thou art naught but a mooncalf."
Caelum Ripper: "Dirk o' Deaofols. Ye still crave mine sawol? Come forthe, test thine might anew! I shalt tear thine pride asunder... thee and thine bearers."

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

"We have an agreement." Reverio offered a smile back to Darla before he turned around to locate himself closer to the place he wanted to enter as soon as Darla's distraction would come into play. While there was no doubt that he liked having his cousin still be well alive, unlike the majority of his relatives. He sometimes suspected she might be aiming to be a close-cousin.

The old court dames of Vauquelin had spoken about such things, ofcourse not near his presence but his brother and the princess had shared plenty of juicy gossip. It had been one of the few ways to momentarily put away the political side of the royal court and the troubles the kingdom had faced. But while Rev had a brief idea of the concept, he had not the full understanding. As far as he was concerned it meant close-friend, but relative. Probably.

However to his joy, Darla had agreed to help him out in return for dinner and a sleepover? At her penthouse? Why did it all feel like he had made a pact with a demon? No, he shook that feeling off. Darla was a nice person. She just wanted to have company while eating and wanted to show hospitality by allowing him to stay for the night, and without a dresscode. It left Rev at the crossroads. He was always in dresscode. The only time he had not been was when his brother gave his clothes to him. The more he thought about it, the more weird did it get. No dress.. code. Did that also imply being undressed? Because it would be no dress at all... didn't some emperor of old have invisible clothes to begin with? The blonde shook the idea away and then retrailed back on the last thing. Dinner.

It had slipped past him quickly without him realizing just how dangerous that was. He had assumed it was actual food. But Darla was half-Albionic. That meant... she might offer Albion styled food. Reverio closed his eyes as he realized the potential that he could be fed poison and things meant for no living thing. At least he had his magic to cleanse injuries and conditions that could occur. But he couldn't stop immediate sudden death. It was a risk he had to take, in order to get access to the library vaults. He needed to find the knowledge to bring salvation to the world. Surely the solution could be found within.

As soon as Rev heard Darla's scream he reacted instictively by drawing his sword of light, and was ready to rush to her aid. Before he realized -this- was her distraction? It had certainly drawn his attention. But this was his chance, as the librarians attention set on Darla or they started to approach her to see what was going on. Reverio quickly snuck over to the forbidden door and pushed his sword of light through the keyhole and turned the blade as it was piercing the magical lock, breaking the spirit ward on it to prevent planewalkers to enter.

Then he quickly withdrew his blade and sheathed it's light, grabbing hold of the door handle and then opening the formerly locked door. Closing it right behind him, and then began scurrying down the stairs, drawing the sword of light again to lighten up the dark stairwell.

'I did it! One step closer to saving this world... one step closer. Time to get past the remaining wards, they will surely be far more problematic. Best watch out for traps...' He thought as he came down to the first room which held a chessboard pattern on the floor and large chess figures spread all over it. On the other side of the room, there was a door.

'This is definitely a trap...' The blonde narrowed his piercing blue eyes.

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Alrune Ihadugram Al-Zardun Dimekshia nu Karzanoon

The boy's balancing along the sidewalk had gone well, until the local clothing store caught his attention. The display of clothes were so different from what he remembered from his homeland, and in many regards he liked the Rhean style far better. Perhaps with exception of the pants which were very fluffy, almost balloon-like in El-Undura. His gaze wandered however away from the mannequins in the display windows as he spotted a pretty girl inside of the store, she was clearly older than him. Perhaps by just a couple of years.

"Wow. She's beautiful." He said aloud outside in the street before grabbing his own mouth as he realized what he did, and to make matters worse an older woman was passing him by. He could do nothing but awkwardly smile with his eyes closed. Maybe if he closed them hard enough reality could warp itself and undo it.

'Stupid. Why did you have to blurt that out like that?' He thought in lamentation, and ruffled his own hair as soon as the older woman had passed him by. This ofcourse didn't stop Al from throwing a glance into the shop again, but now the girl was gone. 'Oh come on! Ahh... well abit of bad luck means there's bound to be some good luck ahead!'

As he was headbanging to the beat playing, he completely paid no attention to anything around him aside from the places where he had to cross the street. Upon reaching the Grand Library building, the boy opened his mouth to try think of something refined to say about it. That's what scholars and artists did.

"Well that's like... kind of cool?" He felt uncertain momentarily and decided it was probably best to shut up or he would say something embarassing again. The boy also deactivated his neurobeat music.

'This place is huge. Like several stages at least. Why were I heading here to begin with? Oh man. I have totally forgotten...' The boy's gaze fell to the floor, he couldn't for the love of the gods remember his reason for coming to the library to begin with. Was his phonecall with the manager at fault? The beautiful girl he had seen? The older woman that had unfortunately witnessed his exclamation in public? He swallowed and then treaded into the place in a manner he could almost be mistaken for a thief, he was that uncertain how to behave in a place like this. On the stage he was someone else, it was a role he played. In private he was himself. But here? He was clueless how to socially behave with non-fans. Whatever happens, he knew he would have to try his best not to get in trouble. Definitely.

The gods would not have it.

A girl had all of a sudden screamed out, calling for aid against a pervert. The loud noise had almost made Al fall forwards into the bookshelf he was inspecting. He felt his heart beating quickly before his mind came up to speed. And he homed in on the source of the sound. A blonde girl.

'A pervert?! Oh! It must be that guy... a bad guy. But this is definitely trouble, I should stay out of trouble but this girl needs help-' Al watched as Darla pointed towards Maverick. Fighting in a library was definitely off-limits, even more so than being loud and singing. But he felt as if a heavy stone was in his chest. He wanted to help. He did. Wasn't there a bouncer nearby? Normally these things would fall into their hands or his manager.

Then he heard the girl again, offering two million to the person which would aid her.

'It's rescue time!' Al's face beamed up, as all the money in his mind turned into food and new performance gear.

The boy reached up with both his hands to clasp his own face, hitting it softly as he was prepping himself for an act of heroism. The plan was simple, ride in like a knight on a horse, but without the horse. Draw the sword to defeat the evil, but the sword was a magical guitar and not stutter. Alrune drew his guitar from his back and put it into both his hands before he started to run, sliding on the library floor with his shoes the last bit of distance to place himself inbetween Darla and Mav.

'This is so cool... but better focus! Tell that villain his lewd ways are over.' Al psyched himself up before opening his mouth.

"Y-y-you s-should leave t-the lady al-alone p-pervert. Please g-g-go away..." Alrune reached out and pointed with his right hand towards Maverick. Somehow his tongue and mouth had lagged behind this time, perhaps it was because of he not having a sheet with what he should sing, or the backup by the bandmembers. Or the ever watchful stare of his manager.

'I hope I haven't just screwed my career over or my lifetime expectancy.' Al swallowed slightly as he realized he might have to end up fighting.

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Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Orpheuz

The midnight tournament had been insightful glimse into this Rhea. As far as he could tell, it wasn't all to different from what he was used to. Chaos.

To all forms of chaos, order was often the solution. But he had failed in his mission to unite the schools under one banner, he had been too picky, too rushed and under the blinding influence of love. He still was bewitched by love, but at least he was seeing things more clearly now. Of what was at stake.

This time things would be different, it had to be, or everything would be lost. Not just his dream would be ended, but everyones. He couldn't allow the threat to this world, to all worlds to win.

While he certainly felt stronger than before, he wasn't foolish enough to think he could fight the currently unknown threat all by himself. Victory in war was won by an army, not solely by a ruler.

But while he wasn't a ruler, he had the ambition and vision to be one. Rulers tended to have control, and those which have control, have the power. Power necessary to shape the world in their image, to create a stronger and new Rhea which would stand the tests of time and push forwards to a grand future.

This had been his dream, one of the big ones.

But not the only one.

As the special event of the midnight tournament had reached it's conclusion, Orpheuz had relocated outdoors by the use of one of his powers. Allowing him to traverse through the space of the worlds to where he needed to be. While he still felt that he shouldn't, no one really should reduce the value of their gifts and use them as if they were a toy. The gifts were weapons, tools to be used by those which had them. To wield a realize their dreams.

As Orpheuz found himself standing on the roof of the tournament building, he could see a familiar gathering below. Vera. Andras. Michael.

While it seemed like he had missed some part of the conversation, he still picked up a little.

"This isn't the time to bicker between yourselves, after tonight's event you should all know just how important it is to have allies. I am not forcing you to be friends, but to respect each other enough to part with your name at the very least." He said in a clear tone of voice, with his eyes settling mostly at Vera, before he switched over to Michael.

"Greetings Michael, you may call me Orpheuz. We have not met before, not in this world, not in this form. The pinkhaired girl is Vera, a comerade in arms in what is to come. A great threat is brewing, with the intent to bring ruin upon all. While there is nothing stopping you from bickering and holding grudges, know that our chances of success are far higher together, rather than split apart. After all, it was the grudges between the schools and the people within them that allowed my Rhea to crumble. I, personally do not intend to see the same happen again." Orpheuz crossed his arms, then looked over at Andras in turn.

"To walk on the line between can be tough, but those who can do it are truly valuable. Even if the path ahead is riddled with thorns and vines, the beautiful red roses which spring from them will make it all worth it." The military clad young man said in a softer tone, almost as if he was enraptured by a vision of something, or perhaps of someone.

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Alrune Ihadugram Al-Zardun Dimekshia nu Karzanoon

The young boy nodded to the beat of the music that was emanating from him, making snapping noises with one hand, while visualizing he was playing on a keyboard with the other. The stroll down the main street leading to the library was far more trafficated than the one he just left. His specially enchanted magical guitar was flung over his back just in case he had to make an improvised performance with stunning visuals. They were stunning right? At least he hoped so.

Ofcourse his guitar and powers did bring a specific kind of feel to his performances, but they could be dangerous if used recklessly and he didn't want to hurt anyone. Especially not someone who was a fan of his songs or was there to have a great time. Speaking of great time, there was few things better than walking around in the fresh air, enjoying life and having a beat in your soul and heart both.

It was then the harmony was disrupted by a signal. Something rang.

"Hmm? Oh no.." Al reached for his phone and the display was showing him what he feared. It was his manager. Then again what did he expect, that was the only person who had his number, aside from the other members of the band. The young boy took a deep breath as the music died down completely and he pressed the green button on the phone.

"This is Al." He said in a tired manner, it wasn't like he hated his manager or was ungrateful for the help he had gotten in getting some fame underground. It was just that he needed some time alone to enjoy his life.

The rough voice, followed by a deep blowing sound into the phone was what greeted the boy when he listened. His manager was prone to drinking and making use of his cigars, typically blowing the smoke carelessly in front of him no matter who happened to be there. In this case it was the phone.

"Great news kid. I've kicked out Dogge... Duggo whatever his name was and replaced him with a new guy. Best of all the guy is cheap and down on his luck. Good thing I am around to save the day eh? People really need to appreciate the hardships I go through to get things working smoothly." The old man said with a grunt as he blew some more smoke into the phone he held.

"But.. he was a good person. He just needed more time to learn how to use the-" Al replied in a disheartened manner.

"He was trash! Complete and utter waste of space. In this buisness only the strong ones make it. You want to go living on the streets eh? Are you disatisfied with the effort and sacrifices I have made to help you? Eh?" The balding man asked in an annoyed manner. Al could almost feel the snarl and visualize the expression of the man.

"I am grateful for your help, I am- I just think-" Once again his manager broke him off in the middle of a sentence.

"That's the problem, kiddo. You think too much. Leave the thinking to the guy who saves everyones day. Me." The grown man said in a satisfied tone, the small chuckle that followed clearly indicated that he was fully convinced what he just spoke was facts.

"Okay.." Al said in a bored manner. His manager had completely killed off his good mood, and what he wanted now was nothing more than to end the call.

"One last thing kid. I know you've been strolling about the marketplace today. Keep yourself out of that part of town. You don't want to be around there at day, especially not at night. Bad things happen there. Wouldn't want to encounter the wrong kind of people. Good thing you have me to watch over you eh? Later kid." The manager gave a last blowing of his cigar into the phone before he hung up before Al could even reply.

'Just because I'm young, doesn't mean I'm stupid.' Al began walking again as soon as he had put his phone back into his pocket. It was true that he owed alot to that man, but he sometimes felt as if the man was seeing him as nothing more than a way to make money. Perhaps they were all viewed as that to him? The boy knew that he was also in need of money himself, so he could gather enough to help out his family and get a place of his own in the city and perhaps afford to join one of the schools.

Many of his fans had recommended he should join the school of Mephisto, but how would one even apply? Perhaps only by finding one of their recruiters. St Laurels and Clausewitz were two other options, although he felt that Clausewitz was far too militaristic for his liking and St Laurels were likely having too high a bar needed in order to join. Lastly there were Kiburi's, which was even more restricted. It also didn't seem like the place which Al would like at all. A place where the strong gather and seem to believe in the rule of the strongest.

Picking on those weaker than themselves, how was that a sign of being strong? Just a place of bullies and people who viewed themselves greater than everyone else. Perhaps he was being judgemental himself. But at least he was honest, this was what he knew of the schools and he would keep believing it until someone would change his mind. It was Saint Laurel who first made it so that arguments could be settled in legal arena fights, to avoid the nation to fall into disorder or lose it's appeal. After all, as far as most people were concerned, Rhea was the symbol of achievement and a good life. The other nations were trying to catch up, or were too occupied in going in the other direction.

As the boy pondered on the history of Rhea, he passed by many shops and windows, when a display in one window caught his attention. He wasn't alone in stopping to look, a gathering of ten or so people were watching a large monitor behind a glass window to a tech store.
There were speakers outside of the building however, to allow the people passing by to hear the quality offered by the brand new speakers but also view the local news and music programs. Not to mention the commercials. But what was being displayed at the time was something that made the boy frown and his face turned grim to what he was seeing. The screen showed a military parade in Vauquelin.

Theme

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A large force of military clad men and women marsching down a large open square with various weaponry being displayed aswell. And atop on a balcony of the administative building stood several figures, the one in the middle he could recognize.

'The emperor of Vauquelin... just another tyrant who may someday put the world on fire. Just like those warlords of my home. Why can't people just be happy with what they have? Why can't they just enjoy life? Why must they always want more? Izumo has an emperor too. What makes people want that kind of power and responsibility to begin with? Do they really hate the world that much? There's so much beauty here but none of them can ever see it, or is it because they have chosen not to? What would I know. I am still a kid. Well until my birthday which is soon. Transition to an adult just like that. I wonder how that will feel like...' Alrune allowed his head to fall as he turned around to continue along his way, leaving the other people still standing there watching the scenes playing out before them.

The boy decided this was a good time to start whistling, that usually was a good start to get into a better mood. Also it could even evolve into a new song later along the way. 'I wonder if that Shal-Akkun used to do things like this back when he was alive?' He pondered for a moment then smiled. "Probably not!" He said aloud and began to balance walk along the different elevated walkway leading to the Rhean library.

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Reverio Galand

The brief moments which he had conversed with Lambda had left the blonde blinking in a state of confusion. Had he just approached in order to bid his leave?

'A stranger you never met? But you just did? That doesn't make any sense at all...' Rev raised his eyebrows and shook his head after Lambda had left to go into the large building. But perhaps it was for the better, after all he had things to do. Chit-chatting and being idle was no longer a good choice. He knew that now. That being passive and simply letting evil do it's thing was just the same as being evil. Hopefully he could ask Darla for assistance, but he couldn't tell her his intentions for he wouldn't want to put her into danger.

'This is my burden to bear. This is my new duty. To find out what I can about the great evil, if it truly can bring salvation to this world.' The blonde headed up the stairs leading to the entrance of the building, each step felt heavier than the one before. Doubt. Why now? He felt as if he had the gods themselves set their judging eyes upon him. But if this wasn't their plan for him, then whose plan was it? It wasn't his... he was only mortal after all.

'There are limits to what a mortal can do, even as a king I was powerless. Power doesn't lie with me, it lies in others. Thus it is through others that I can change the world for the better.' The thoughts began to swirl yet again, perhaps they resurfaced to hide the realization he would soon meet his enthusiastic cousin. As he wandered into the doorway of the building he received a few looks by people within the library, he tried to not think about it. After all back in his homeland he had the eyes of the entire nation upon him, this was surely nothing to worry about. Was it his way of clothing that made him stand out? Or was it his long ponytail reaching down to his lower back? He couldn't tell.

His eyes did however wander abit, to look around the library. The way to the ceiling was huge. The large amount of ladders and books covering the walls was astonishing. Who knew how many books were lost in the massive collection. He could imagine the sheer pain of re-arranging books after a reader have placed them in the wrong section. Reverio didn't envy them at all. Perhaps those golem like things were doing just that? To one side he spotted the fluffy-eared boy and the boy which had briefly spoken with him. There were also some others wandering about which he had not seen before. His stride was cut off by hearing someone scream. The former king stopped in his tracks to look in the direction of the scream, or what he thought was the direction. Wasn't libraries meant to be places of tranquility? Something had happened to the fluffy-cat guy. But before Rev could go over and see if he could help, he was waylaid and had to defend himself.

It was at that moment he realized he was beset upon by a high level adversary. His cousin.

"Salutations dear cousin, I pray you have been well? Oh and for certain it seems the library is quite the gathering place. Perhaps people are just that interested in history, art and those fantasy world traveling stories. You know those where the protagonist falls into a world that is foreign to them? Ehm.. ahh yes... I was hoping you could help me with something? Uh.. anything? Well.. I do have something I really need to do." Reverio said in a troubled manner as he walked closer to his cousin and out of the doorway so he wouldn't block the way for someone else. He took a few breaths and then said in a hushed manner, it was after all a library and what he had in mind was troublesome.

"You see, Darla. I need someone to distract the librarians over there and the two golems by that door next to the counter. Leading them away from it. There's something I need to borrow from the library. But I cannot be seen with it. Think you could help me? I will make it up to you, whatever one request you want that is within my power I will grant. I need to get all of them away from that door over there and their attention set on something else." Reverio explained in a hushed manner to Darla, he had to take a few moments to take a breath away from her due to her perfume but overall he plowed through with the words.

If his cousin was unwilling to provide assistance it would make things much more difficult, but even if it were difficult there was no reason to quit. He owed his brother to do what he could to change the world, not only him but for the sake of everyone. Out of people the former king trusted, Darla was one of them. Albeit he couldn't tell her his greatest secret, due to what her parents would do if they found out. It would be a disaster of personal and worldly proportions and had to be avoided at all costs.

'I am counting on you! Help me Darla!' He voiced in his head as his eyes shimmered, watching his cousin in the eyes. Why did she look at him as if he was a freshly baked cake? Did he just imagine it? Perhaps he needed to blink his eyes to make sure. But doing so would make her suspicious. What if he only blinked one eye at a time? Rev took a moment before he blinked with one eye alone, to see if that would change the expression he was seeing written all over his cousin's face.

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Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Suzakura Plagerzes

The slightly blurred vision soon became clear again for the overambitious bully, and he found himself looking at the world from a new perspective. Had the world suddenly warped around him, everything was upside down. No wait. As his senses readjusted themselves alongside his various organs, bone and flesh he realized. He was upside down and imbedded into the building wall. Thankfully his bone armor had absorbed much of the impact, not to mention his pain receivers were turned off. If they wouldn't have been, then this would no doubt have hurt quite the bit.

"Allright... where the frecking holy hells am I? Aha. Just across the street. You punch like a nerd fat-for-brains! Eh... screw it. I've made my point to the weaklings, that no matter how much they try. They just ain't Suza." He grinned as he popped himself out from the building wall allowing him to fall down and faceplant against the ground. It was too much of a bother to actually try to land on ones feet. Then when he finally found the will he pushed himself up in a lazy manner.

"Oi! Mina! I am returning to Kibuririririri! Be back by morning! I need milk for my cereal!" He yelled at no one in particular, as he doubted Mina could hear him unless he manipulated his vocal cords. But it was such a bother...

Thus the bully returned home and the next day came knocking.

The next day...

"Oooh yeah, Kurararara- Suzazazaza-cool-a! Allright, which one of you first years brought lunch for me? Ahh did you? Ah?" Suzakura opened the lid leading into the lunchhall of the St Laurel's school. A place he was NOT invited to. But with his ability to change his appearance into just about anyone, how could they possibly keep track of where or who he was?

Sadly the bully realized too late that today was the St Laurel's schools day off. Celebrating Laurel-day of all things.

"Friggin' goodshoes good for nothing geekmeeks! Argh! Fine. I can find other ways to get what I want..." He lowered his voice as he quickly exited the school grounds and transformed back to his usual appearance. He couldn't afford to be mistaken for someone less favorable. At least not while he was out letting the weakminded and the holy knight types look upon him in all his glory. Well. For now the clothes remained on.

"Marketplace-marketplace. Gotta snatch my daily batch of beefy stew! An apple a day keeps whatever the hells the rest of that line says. Ohoo! It smells friggin' good here, almost like they are producing some Suzapheromones and making everyone into foodfreaks. Just like the ladies can't have enough of Suza, I can't have enough frecks to care whose lunch I take. But if you cannot keep it, it's all fair..." The bully began whistling as he strolled down the street past the various marketstands.

How useful it was to be able to create extra limbs to snatch food with. The bully made sure to distract so many of the goodnatured sellers, talking about things with them and just saying yes or no. Nothing like abit of random chit-chat to work up an appetite. The chicken was tasty. So was the hotdogs, the apple, the lollipop he too from the kid and even the burger he snatched out from the two breads of the person trying to eat it. He could feel it in his body. This was indeed going to be the day when Chinami would propose to him. He just knew that couldn't be far away.

"Oh Suza~ You are such a manly man-man. I am a hot sunshine hating girl with a fetish for men who are top dog. Grrr! Rawr! You are even more smexy than Kiburi-sama! Oh hold me Suza! Hold me with your strong multiple arms..." Suza said as he altered his vocal cords to sound like Chinami, a smile on his face as he said the lines, his two hands behind his neck. While the other temporary ones carried his food.

"Ooh.. babe... behave~ I am so much of a man it might be hard to keep me all for yourself. I should let the whole female world have their piece of this muscular manly miracle of man. But ofcourse you are number one. I know you have unvocalized feelings for me. You know me, I cannot take the first step. I may lose my man-aura... so go ahead and tell me how much you are obbsessed with me?" Suzakura replied in his own voice as he reached out with one of his main hands to gently take hold of one of his extra ones. Before the arms would begin to fondle his own chest in a hugging manner.

The bully created an artificial blush on his cheeks to go along with it before he was rudely interupted by a young man on a mailman bike driving past him and hitting a puddle of water, causing it to splash on him. The extra hand that had been formed into a fist, had been torn off from his arm and hurled after the biker and hitting him in the helmet, causing him to crash into a nearby alleyway.

"Freggin' nerve of some people... I am WALKING here. Idiot." The bully soon proceeded to twist his entire body like how someone would wrench water out of a towel until he was all dry again.

"Allright." Suzakura said in a satisfied manner, as he allowed his extra arms to vanish and he took a few final bites of his food before hurling the remains and the papers over his shoulder. Despite there being a trashcan closeby.

"Well ain't that a ghastly looking building? Well you ain't scaring me..." The bully whistled as he passed by a building.

Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Reverio Galand

The landing had been smooth enough, and the little flight over the city had been a refreshing change to momentarily push away his troubles.

But where one problem was temporary put on hold, a seemingly new one came knocking. A young man was hurled through the air and landed in a nearby dumpster. Rev blinked quickly to process what he had just seen. His gaze wandered from the dumpster and up towards the one which had launched him. A large... machine. As the dots connected, Reverio realized that he had miscalculated on something. While he had expected to meet the librarians within and possibly get into trouble while searching for the knowledge he wanted. In the shape of traps and wardings, he had been unprepared to deal with this problem.

Darla.

His cousin. While she were partly of Albion blood, she was still one of very few living relatives of his. He never found the whole matter of blood an important thing. After all, what mattered more to him was how they were as a person. While he considered her a good aligned person, he couldn't help but feel worried in her presence. It was almost as if he was floating on a surfing board, and below him was a great shark. A feeling of being observed and an underlying sense of danger.

In his worries, he realized that perhaps Darla could actually help him out with his current predicament. Maybe she could distract the librarians long enough for him to sneak into the vaults. There was danger involved, this was trespassing if he would be caught. And potentially Darla could become involved into such aswell. He knew he didn't want that. So she would have to remain oblivious to his plan, that way even if they interrogate her or mindread her or something like that. They wouldn't find enough to punish her for his crime. This was if he would be caught ofcourse. While there were a high amount of risk involved, he knew he had to try find some information of the great evil. To see if it could actually be the solution to his dilemma or something which could make it even worse.

Reverio offered a polite bow to Darla's robot servant once his mind had processed all the swirling thoughts in his head. For some reason he felt good about it all. As if this was going to change the day for the better.

"You have my thanks, I will head in to meet Lady Darla in just a few moments. You may return to inform her of my arrival." Reverio offered a deep nod towards the robot. Perhaps to most people he would look weird, showing such respects to a machine. But in his mind, this robot was just an extension of Darla. Like how a king would use a diplomat to broker peace and unions.

But Darla didn't know that part about him, that he was in fact the former king of Vauquelin. To let her know would be a disaster, not because he didn't trust her. He knew she was a good person and all that. But her mother and father would see a world of money and some scheme to somehow get themselves involved with the crown. Well, or rather have Albion gain a claim on the lands of Vauquelin. Reverio mentally frowned on the idea. If Albion and Vauquelin would go to war, alot of people would die all because of him. The greedy nobles of Albion would put their warmachine into full gear and Vauquelin would fight to the death with their militaristic young emperor.

Who knows how many other nations would become involved in such a scenario. He definitely couldn't tell Darla about the truth. As painful as it felt to keep such secrets from her. He had to. Not for himself, but for the sake of his brother who died to save him and the other people of the world. After having excused himself from Darla's servant, Reverio hurried over to check on the guy which had been flung to the dumpster. Grabbing hold of his one leg that would be sticking out of the dumpster and then he channeled his healing power to restore the man's vitality.

"Try stay out of trouble from now on... don't mess with my cousin you hear?" Reverio glanced into the dumpster to give the guy one look before he walked over towards the entrance again. Two others were standing there, perhaps they were already standing there when he was being courteous to the machine and mentally prepping. Before he had the chance to address them both, one of them decided to head into the building. He had some strange ears on his head. Just how fluffy were they?

"A.. cat...person?" Reverio blinked as he spoke aloud to himself his jaw dropping slightly, while watching Kurogane walking into the library. But soon his attention was turned towards the other individual which was now approaching him.

'This person knows me?' The blonde thought as he looked Lambda over from top to toe. Was this young man a noble? It wouldn't be too far fetched after hearing he was attending to St Laurels.

"Excelsior! You are not bothering me at all, young sir. You are also correct, I am Reverio Galand. I hope these classmates have not been speaking too ill of me? To whom do I owe the pleasure of speaking with? Are you here to... lend a few books aswell, or is it the architechture that peeks your interest?" Reverio assumed his usual pose for greeting people, which involved a formal but polite bowing motion, with one hand over his heart.

'This person seems to be quite tranquil in the peaceful meaning of the word. Have I met him before? Seems like the type I may have known... is he someone from Vauquelin? I met so many nobles and their heirs during my time on the throne to the point I lost track...' The former king pondered as he looked over Lambda a second time.

"Was that cat man with you?" Reverio asked. He had to ask.

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Royal Rumble: Rumble over the Heavens

Alrune Ihadugram Al-Zardun Dimekshia nu Karzanoon

The night had passed and he felt energy course through him again. It was his day free of any practice or work, but even that couldn't stop his stroll down the streets of Rhea, a hotdog in one hand and a cone icecream in the other, a soda bottle in his one pocket and an energy bar in the other. He was all set for what the day would bring, the magical music of his own mind would play around him causing some people to turn their heads as he passed by. Most regular citizens of Rhea had no clue of his underground fame, that was just a specific type of crowd. Which had indeed it's benefits that he could go up to the surface and live his life more like anybody else.

While that feeling did feel good, he couldn't help but feel as if he was special in some way. Gifted. That he wasn't just one in the crowd. But another side of him was strongly denying these feelings, his logical mind was shaking wildly at the presumption that he would somehow be greater than others. He was just another ordinary human being, all he had was his powers, his performing skills, his family and being a foreigner. He didn't have the southern dialect of El-Undura, perhaps he had been too influenced by the people of Rhea that he quickly adapted to their dialect.

As long as he had his family he knew that no matter what would come at him in life he would be able to enjoy it. Challenges and struggle was after all a part of living, even if he would have prefered to just have a life of relaxing and doing what he likes. Al began strolling through an open marketplace, greeting the various people there which he had met several times before when he bought fruits, vegetables and various streetfood. There were so many things to do in life, but even he had to chose to exclude some. Food wasn't one of them. Unless he somehow felt sad about a poor animal dying for him.

The sun was shining brightly this day, from what he could tell it was a perfect day to be out walking, breathing the fresh air, watch people walking by. Or flying. He thought he saw someone fly past a few buildings on his way down the street. He couldn't help but wonder how it would actually feel like flying through the skies like a bird. The sights must be really great from up there.

'Well, no one can have everything. Just gotta make do with what you've got. And I got plenty!' He grinned with a mix of hotdog and icecream in his mouth.

'The benefits of having a job that pays well. I should soon be able to send some money home to mother and father and my siblings... it feels like it's been so long.' He couldn't give them a call however as the family didn't have a device for that, not even one of those Vaquelian bird-things. They were far too expensive, both to buy one but also feeding it.

As the young man finished his icecream and hotdog, he came upon a streetcrossing and an old lady waiting at one end. "Oh.." The boy said to himself as he walked up next to her and then looked at the walk-over signal. It was broken. How typical. But that wasn't going to ruin his or this old lady's day. Not while he had something to say about it.

"Wanna cross over? Let me help ya." Al smiled widely and walked up to offer the old lady his arm to help her cross over the street, he cane making the trip almost feel like he aged another year. Well. Maybe that was abit too extreme of a comparison.

"Be careful on your way home!" Al waved his hand to the old woman who had thanked him. It did feel good helping others, but he didn't do it because he wanted to just feel good. Because the way he saw it, the people in the world needed to help each other more. Something as simple as befriending someone who has not a single friend in the entire world could change that persons very life. Or perhaps even yours. Every little action had a reaction.

And the next reaction that struck the boy was to open up his soda bottle and take a bite out of the energy bar as he now travelled down a street he had not walked on before, at least not one he could remember. It was always exciting to explore new places and meet new people. Perhaps he could find a friend or some inspiration for a new song even?

There was a big variety of buildings on the street, and he looked over each and everyone of them just up to one place where he sighted an alleyway next to a large industrial looking building with boarded up windows. He stopped in his tracks. Something about the place gave him the creeps. He felt a lump in his stomach and he dropped his energy bar and soda. His hands reaching up to hold his head and face. He was sweating and his head was hurting. Had he unwittingly been poisoned? Had the old woman been sick? Was he having some illness come over him?

He took a few deep breaths and then fell down on his rear, luckily avoiding any soda on the ground and the energy bar.

"Oh man... why now of all times? This was just starting like such a good day." He lamented and collected himself, reaching for the soda and then picking up the half-eaten energy bar. At least half the liquid was left in the bottle, he could still enjoy it. He wouldn't let some sudden feeling of nausea and headpain to get the better of him. He was going to enjoy his day. His perfectly unplanned free day of doing what he liked. Maybe the local library had something fun? But he couldn't bring in the soda with him surely. It would be risky with all the books understandably. He couldn't play his music neither. That was the biggest minus. Well it wouldn't hurt checking out the building at least.