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Kingdom Hearts: The Keyblade War.

...And it starts. Cyrus even has a bit of a... history with Land of Dragons. This ought to be good.

Dragon Ball Z Roleplay

I would just like to point out that Akira Toriyama himself said that the Power Levels were always intended to be utterly meaningless. Hence why the Scouters were constantly wrong or getting broken.

EDIT: Also, putting numbers on all of this stuff is likely to encourage people to compete over who can make their numbers bigger in the shortest amount of time, turning this all into a giant pissing contest. Speaking from experience on that front.

Justice League: Futures End

@Sigil I'm surprised a joke like that hasn't popped up in DBZ Abridged yet. Especially while the Ginyu Force was around.

@Jotunn Draugr She might get along pretty well with Shay. Maybe. If she enjoys getting drunk and potentially picking bar fights or the like.

Justice League: Futures End

For the record, I still think this plan is foolish.

"Yeah, yeah, I heard ya the first five times." hissed Shay in as low a whisper as possible. Presently, he was using Alastor's powers to blend himself into the colors of the foliage outside the military camp. Metropolis, being a quarantine zone, was pretty thoroughly locked down, as such entering the city wasn't happening without some form of authorization, be it from the Military or the Justice League. Shay, much to the demon's annoyance, made it his mission to get into the League's camp so he could directly offer his help to them. Getting Alastor to agree to the idea was difficult, but not impossible. The conversation had gone something like this:

"You want to do WHAT?"

"You heard me. We sneak past the Military, then show ourselves to the Justice League. The very fact we reached them undetected should be impressive enough to convince them we're worth having around."

"Yes, I heard that part. But, um, one question..."

"Shoot."

"WHY? Do you have ANY idea how wrong that plan could go? And how exactly does joining the League's little crusade against Brainiac benefit us in any conceivable way? If anything it just paints an even bigger target on our backs."

"Jaysus, I've told you before! I'm bloody flah'ed out with all this runnin' away bollocks. I say we find a way to take the fight to those bastards for a change!"

"And you intend to use the League to do that? I'm not sure they'd appreciate being used like that."

"That's why we're gonna help them first. We scratch their back, they scratch ours. We may be runnin' from the Divil, but the Justice League ain't no pushovers, neither. So what do ya say? Let's make nice with the League and earn us a favor we can cash in later."

"That... is actually surprisingly well-thought-out. Fine, I agree... for now."

"Your the one who agreed with my plan in the end." Shay pointed out, reminding the demon that he did indeed agree to what they were currently doing, and so complaining about it now was a waste of time. It was too late to back out now.

"Just because I agreed with it doesn't mean I have to like it." the demon's voice retorted.

Sneaking past the Military wasn't as difficult as Shay initially thought it was going to be. Their security measures didn't exactly account for demonic stealth powers. Either that or they were too focused on watching Metropolis or paying more attention to the oddly Superman-like person that suddenly flew down into the camp at about that time. Holding his position and occasionally making his heart stop to maintain silence, Shay and (subsequently) Alastor watched from a fair business as the flying person basically beat Shay to his own plan and offered his assistance to the League. Although one of the apparent Leaguers gave the visitor more scrutiny than the others, even training one of her weapons on him in the event that he was looking to pick a fight.

"Um... Shay?"

We're a wee bit busy at the moment!

"And this takes priority! There's a man with divine powers here, Shay! You may want to duck out of here before he-"

Will you shut up for a minute? I'm tryin' to watch!

Dragon Ball Z Roleplay

@VeeksI'm interested as well, but I feel the need to caution you about opening on a World Tournament. Speaking from experience, starting with a Tournament basically locks out any late comers from getting to do anything other than sit around watching the other players have all the fun. I've actually genuinely seen it happen in other games. Another aspect about Tournament arcs that isn't really fun to think about is that it will basically require all participates to be absolutely committed to posted, otherwise the game will grind to a painful halt whilst everyone waits for specific players to post. There's also the idea of waiting around for each paired up player to post back and forth until their fight is settled. Granted, this is a thing that will persist in ALL battles, but at least in non-Tournament settings the other players can still do other things while the fight is going on. At a Tournament... they're basically stuck in the audience unless they go out of their way to cause or find trouble (which can be a problem in and of itself).

I'm not necessarily voting against the idea of a Tournament arc altogether, but I am rather cautious about opening the whole RP on one.

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Supes cures Cancer in AS Superman, your argument is invalid! <_<

No, but seriously, AS Superman is friggin awesome. The "World of Cardboard" speech is a very close second for me though.



...LIKE A BOSS!

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@The Kid Lantern I can't remember if there was an All-Star Superman movie but I was referring to the comic of the same name by Grant Morrison.

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If I can break into comics, it's my goal to write them for an All-Ages audience rather than cater to 30-45 year old fanboys. There shouldn't be a line of comics JUST aimed at kids based on the crappy cartoons also aimed at them. The medium was built on nickels and dimes of children in the 30's and 40's, to stray this far away from the kids to the point Ultraman snorts powdered kryptonite like cocaine for power and every other female character is over-sexualized... it's ridiculous.

My son wants to read Superman comics with me, not cartoon/campy Superman comics.

~KL~

@The Kid Lantern

I'm guessing you've already shown him All-Star Superman? That is hands-down my absolutely favorite thing Superman has ever been in. The DC Animated Universe is a very close second though.

Kingdom Hearts: The Keyblade War.

Cyrus didn't get much more sleep that night. Something about being in this temple seemed to keep his memories on his mind at all times. From the dream he had had previously, to the mysterious picture that shouldn't have been there, and finally now, with him sitting very much awake at a desk in his room. He was clearly burning the midnight oil, but at least he had found something now to keep himself busy. He found a small black book in the desk's drawer, its pages blank. Obviously it was meant for the room's occupant to use as a journal should they feel the need to keep one. Cyrus had never thought much of keeping a thing like that, at least not until now. He spent a good chunk of the night filling in pages of the small book. Overall he divided the book into two halves. The first half of the book's pages were to become memoirs of sorts, where he would write down the things he'd seen and done up until the present time. The second half of the book, he decided, was to be an active journal for recording thoughts, feelings, and events that were happening at present and going forward.

The first page was the hardest to write. But perhaps that was normal? It would make sense that a writer would have the greatest difficulty in deciding on a proper way to begin a book, and that appeared to be the case here. So Cyrus chose to leave the first page blank and start from the second page, where the actual entries would begin proper. He could write in a poetic intro of some kind later. From there it was a matter of starting from the beginning. And the beginning, for Cyrus at least, was the day his Keyblade came to him. He began by recounting the dream he had the night before Radiant Garden was attacked. His fighting a small group of Heartless and then managing to defeat the larger one before waking up.

After recounting how his Keyblade first appeared in the real world and his being saved by a Keyblade Master, Cyrus stopped and closed his eyes in order to think back to that day in greater detail...

---

"So you chose to follow me after all, did you?" asked the Keyblade Master when he noticed the young Cyrus running after him, "My name is Cormac. And yourself?"

"...Cyrus." the boy answered, his breathing made heavier by the running he'd just done, "So... you'll teach me?"

"Mmm." responded Cormac with a small nod, "But first, we need to do a quick rendezvous."

"With who?"

The man gave a sort of half-smile, "Let's just say you're not the first fresh Keyblade Wielder to follow me."

As they rounded a corner, Cyrus spotted a kid roughly his age. Short, blond hair with red clothes and a long crimson scarf blowing in the wind behind him. He was just finishing off a small group of Heartless with his own Keyblade, one with a less ornate design than Cyrus' and a somewhat bronze handle. Though he fought with some skill, he was obviously nowhere the level of Cormac, "Ren!" the Master called out, "I've found us a new Wielder, from this world like you. Looks like you'll get to have that training partner after all." the kid, Ren, turned around and raised an eyebrow at the sight of Cyrus. Still, he jogged over and gave a short respectful bow to his Master before speaking.

"As you say, Master." then he approached Cyrus and stuck out his hand, "I'm Ren, what's your name?"

Cyrus tentatively shook the kid's hand, "...Cyrus. Looks like I'm your new training partner."

"Good, good." said Cormac, "Now, Cyrus, if you're going to follow me then I expect you to always follow instruction. But more importantly, I have a small bit of rules that I expect you to remember... Ren?"

Ren cleared his throat, "Stay your blade from the Hearts of the Innocent." he began, even counting them off on his fingers as he went, "Strike down Corruption in all its forms wherever you may find it. Never compromise your Heart, be it to Light or Darkness, nor the Hearts of those who fight beside you."

Master Cormac cleared his throat a bit, "I believe you forgot one..."

Ren blinked in surprise, "Oops! And forever uphold the Beliefs held dear in your heart."

"That's better. Now, whose hungry? We can get something to eat before the training starts..."

---

Cyrus stopped a moment, and returned to the first page of the book. He finally settled on how he wanted the book to begin for whomever may read it in the future. It went something like this:

"Stay my blade from the Hearts of the Innocent.
Strike down Corruption in all its forms wherever I may find it.
Never compromise my Heart, be it to Light or Darkness, nor the Hearts of those who fight beside me.
And forever uphold the Beliefs held dear in my heart."

These were the principles I upheld. My creed. I once followed them, fought for them, without question and without regrets. And in spite of everything I've seen, all I've done... I still do. I was a boy back then. My world was small, confined, and so limited. But it was about to burst open wider than ever it had been. A war was raging, one I barely understood. But from the moment I said "yes", chose to follow the man who became my Master on that fateful day, my role was decided... even if I didn't know it yet. I had no idea just what the future had in store for me... nor the cost of it that I would bear. My name is Cyrus Grimm... and this is my story.

---

A knock on his door, and Arthal's morning call to everyone prompted Cyrus to take a break from writing. He closed the book, and pocketed it. He was unsure if they were ever to come back to here, and it would probably be wise to not leave a thing like this somewhere where someone could find it by chance. No, he would keep the book on him and write in it bit by bit whenever he found himself with a free moment. And although he expected those free moments to be few and far between, he wouldn't let that deter him from completing the book.

After leaving his room Cyrus made for the kitchen area. There he found Seth and Arthal, having breakfast from the look of it. Strangely, they're selections were entirely different, as if they had made breakfast separately. Cyrus soon got his answer to the riddle when he searched the cupboard, finding what looked like an already-prepared muffin and cup of coffee. A type of simple breakfast that Cyrus had taken to having for himself as the war often left little in the way of free time for cooking or leisure.

"Curious... this temple gets more interesting by the day it seems."

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I gotta ask... why Damien? Tim makes so much more sense... *shrug*