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>That awkward moment when you learn the religious revival movement you were headin was actually a vehicle for a Lovecraftian Abomination masquerading as a God to jack your body and take over the world
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>That moment when you realize that you can only do fandom RPs because you're bad at original characters. This is what I get for never playing DnD
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I am now thinking of a Michael Jackson song based around a man in a mirror. I have no hope.
Thomas listened to the introductions carefully, wondering what had prompted such a pair to come together, bu if he missed his guess that would be explained in time. There was one thing that caught his attention though. "Wreck-it...Ralph?" He face brightened a bit. "Oh yeah! We just met him five...ten minutes ago? Something like that.Helped him fight some of those 'Cy-bug' things and now he and the rest of my group are chasing down the remainder." He'd say this was yet another large coincidence, but that would be too easy, wouldn't it.
At that point Joshua arrived, showing a surprising lack of tact considering they had just met Cy-bugs and Ralph, and it wasn't like the things that fought with Heartless were usually good guys. And while Ralph may not be a hero, his intentions seemed in the right place. But then again, Thomas would know, essentially wanting the same thing himself. If only his mission were easy enough as reclaiming a simple medallion, if that indeed was the whole gist of what he had to do beyond the parasitic bug things. There was some sense of superiority as he waited for Joshua to recieve a quick, short, smack down,given that he probably didn't need to do it himself.
At that point Joshua arrived, showing a surprising lack of tact considering they had just met Cy-bugs and Ralph, and it wasn't like the things that fought with Heartless were usually good guys. And while Ralph may not be a hero, his intentions seemed in the right place. But then again, Thomas would know, essentially wanting the same thing himself. If only his mission were easy enough as reclaiming a simple medallion, if that indeed was the whole gist of what he had to do beyond the parasitic bug things. There was some sense of superiority as he waited for Joshua to recieve a quick, short, smack down,given that he probably didn't need to do it himself.
Hey, don't think of it as Thomas being too weak to tell you what to do. You should be glad he trusts you enough to let you decide what you want to do.
Thomas watched Reno and Oner switch again, wonder when, if ever, he would get used to seeing that. He supposed it had more to do with how the change happened than the change itself, the gradual shift between the two rather than a swift flip making his skin crawl. Well, at least he thought it was that, it might be something else and he just didn't know it, like anticipation of the likely high amount of sugar he would be imbibing during the course of being on this world. He didn't even know if it were possible for that transformation to work in a rapid manner, and he most likely would not inquire about it. Priorities and all, and he really didn't want to make his headache worse with the explanation he would probably get.
Thomas nodded to Belle as she walked over to join the two guests they had met. "Knock yourself out," he replied, summoning his own Keyblade glider. "I'll go after Reno, or Oner, make sure they don't get too horribly sidetracked." He mentally grimaced at his own speech, that dual identity thing being a pain in the neck. He was still working out what name he was to use when referring to the both of them, and wondered how the people in that place he came from handled it. Did they just use the name of the dominant personality at the time? Now that, that was something he would have to ask Reno when he caught up to him.
Barring any objections, he hopped onto his glider and took off, moving at a significantly slower pace that Reno had zoomed off at towards the racetrack. He didn't want to crash, having become more cautious in that since the last time he crashed into a world, and he wanted to get a good look at the scenery from an aerial perspective as well. It was in this observation that he found Reno, or Oner, conversing with some people down on the ground. He flew in as well, coming in for a smooth landing and sending away his Glider as he joined the conversation. "Hey there. I'm Thomas. I'm traveling with..." He paused to check the hair color and other distinguishing traits before continuing. "Oner. Pleasure to meet you." He held out his non armored hand in an offered handshake, noting the differences between the two, the heavily armored warrior and the guy who looked like one of those Gummi ship mechanics. An unlikely traveling pair, but then again he wasn't really in a position to talk.
Thomas nodded to Belle as she walked over to join the two guests they had met. "Knock yourself out," he replied, summoning his own Keyblade glider. "I'll go after Reno, or Oner, make sure they don't get too horribly sidetracked." He mentally grimaced at his own speech, that dual identity thing being a pain in the neck. He was still working out what name he was to use when referring to the both of them, and wondered how the people in that place he came from handled it. Did they just use the name of the dominant personality at the time? Now that, that was something he would have to ask Reno when he caught up to him.
Barring any objections, he hopped onto his glider and took off, moving at a significantly slower pace that Reno had zoomed off at towards the racetrack. He didn't want to crash, having become more cautious in that since the last time he crashed into a world, and he wanted to get a good look at the scenery from an aerial perspective as well. It was in this observation that he found Reno, or Oner, conversing with some people down on the ground. He flew in as well, coming in for a smooth landing and sending away his Glider as he joined the conversation. "Hey there. I'm Thomas. I'm traveling with..." He paused to check the hair color and other distinguishing traits before continuing. "Oner. Pleasure to meet you." He held out his non armored hand in an offered handshake, noting the differences between the two, the heavily armored warrior and the guy who looked like one of those Gummi ship mechanics. An unlikely traveling pair, but then again he wasn't really in a position to talk.
Congratulations. How long did it take you?
Then again, we don't need seven people to track down a single enemy. (I'm assuming Amaya follows Joshua))
Reno is going to the race track, Ascot and Belle are going with Vanellope and Ralph after the Cy Bug that stole his medallion.
Same. Not sure who to go with...
Thomas sent away his keyblade as the last of the enemies were dispatched by their group. He walked over to join them, noting in turn that the medallion thing was now gone, presumably taken by the enemy while they were busy dealing with it's companions. Joshua was doing something, while the others were discussing what to do next. He listened to Ascot's request, having to hold back a roll of his eyes at it. Well, it was either do that or go to this race track thing as he saw it.
He put on a smile, a grin like that which had been characteristic at the beginning of their adventure. "Of course," he replied, attempting to recapture that old, cocky tone. "We'd hardly be heroes if we didn't." He struck something of a pose, a dramatic one that he was sure no one would take seriously for a couple seconds, before turning to Jake. "I think we can split up," he said. "Some of us can go after the Bug thing with Ralph and Vanellope, and the rest can go investigate the race track. It's rare we meet something that takes all of us to beat, so it should be fine."
He smoothly shifted into the lie as Jake asked about him. "Got a bit of a headache, but otherwise I'm fine." And for the lie, the best had some kernel of truth in them, and this was that he did in fact have a headache, some remnant of the dark wound that was a minor annoyance most of the time, though it had recently flared and grown with his own crisis of personality and the recent events with Reno. He could keep it under control though, and it wasn't bad enough that it would seriously impede him. Yet. and the less they knew the better.
He put on a smile, a grin like that which had been characteristic at the beginning of their adventure. "Of course," he replied, attempting to recapture that old, cocky tone. "We'd hardly be heroes if we didn't." He struck something of a pose, a dramatic one that he was sure no one would take seriously for a couple seconds, before turning to Jake. "I think we can split up," he said. "Some of us can go after the Bug thing with Ralph and Vanellope, and the rest can go investigate the race track. It's rare we meet something that takes all of us to beat, so it should be fine."
He smoothly shifted into the lie as Jake asked about him. "Got a bit of a headache, but otherwise I'm fine." And for the lie, the best had some kernel of truth in them, and this was that he did in fact have a headache, some remnant of the dark wound that was a minor annoyance most of the time, though it had recently flared and grown with his own crisis of personality and the recent events with Reno. He could keep it under control though, and it wasn't bad enough that it would seriously impede him. Yet. and the less they knew the better.
Thomas huffed to himself, biting his lip as people corrected him in this, though at least Jake seemed as confused as he was when he returned. Creativity was difficult when your head was a muddled mess of emotions, and he had never been into video games, only knowing they existed when he had gone to train with Donald, and even then not spending much time with them. Some things had been more important back then, such as his magical skill and training, which didn't leave him much time for that. But even just thinking on that, it felt like an eternity ago, a simpler time he had departed from to this current trial.
As their guests introduced themselves, Thomas fell silent, emotions festering as he let everyone else talk, since it seemed he couldn't speak without someone else correcting him or further clarifying what he had said. He meant what he said, and he was the team leader, so why did people feel the need to contradict him or add to what he said. If they wanted things further clarified, they could ask. That was the point of a conversation.
At least some Heartless showed up, providing some relief. Weird types he hadn't seen before and some Junkroids. But even the relief here was shortlived as Oner took the center stage, when Thomas had prepared to show off some of what he learned, to show that even though he hadn't had the benefit of a year passing in relation to everyone else he hadn't stayed still either, and to move as he usually did to keep anyone from suspecting that something was wrong with him. That was hard to do though when he cast a trio of spells, surrounding himself in some sort of blue light, his blade glowing in turn, and then an immense blast of magical energy engulfed the heartless there as he used Ultiga. Actually, it was a surprise that any had survived that blast, but some had been out of range, and others were magically resistant enough to tank the blast.
Though he thought he would get the chance to go in now, Thomas didn't, hanging back and clearing away any Heartless that came after him as he watched the rest of the team and the newcomers wipe out the remaining Heartless, a slight pang shooting through his heart that hurt his arm as well as he watched. More and more he was slipping into irrelevance, and even when he tried he couldn't catch up. But he had to keep up the happy front as the Heartless were destroyed. "Well, that wasn't too hard," he commented casually.
As their guests introduced themselves, Thomas fell silent, emotions festering as he let everyone else talk, since it seemed he couldn't speak without someone else correcting him or further clarifying what he had said. He meant what he said, and he was the team leader, so why did people feel the need to contradict him or add to what he said. If they wanted things further clarified, they could ask. That was the point of a conversation.
At least some Heartless showed up, providing some relief. Weird types he hadn't seen before and some Junkroids. But even the relief here was shortlived as Oner took the center stage, when Thomas had prepared to show off some of what he learned, to show that even though he hadn't had the benefit of a year passing in relation to everyone else he hadn't stayed still either, and to move as he usually did to keep anyone from suspecting that something was wrong with him. That was hard to do though when he cast a trio of spells, surrounding himself in some sort of blue light, his blade glowing in turn, and then an immense blast of magical energy engulfed the heartless there as he used Ultiga. Actually, it was a surprise that any had survived that blast, but some had been out of range, and others were magically resistant enough to tank the blast.
Though he thought he would get the chance to go in now, Thomas didn't, hanging back and clearing away any Heartless that came after him as he watched the rest of the team and the newcomers wipe out the remaining Heartless, a slight pang shooting through his heart that hurt his arm as well as he watched. More and more he was slipping into irrelevance, and even when he tried he couldn't catch up. But he had to keep up the happy front as the Heartless were destroyed. "Well, that wasn't too hard," he commented casually.
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