Hero

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

"It would seem that we have company." Vlyn stated dryly, eyeing the icy general. The two stood, close to the entrance of the Aerodome, far enough to avoid any contact as the soldiers marched by. "This could be a problem." He crossed his arms, turning to Aloa.

"They search not for her, but for the Ifrit." She stated quietly, her hand on her chin as she thought. "The Sky Pirate has enemies, it would seem."

"General Savayna...the gods do not smile on us." Vlyn watched the pair sneak away, and he got an idea. "While they hide, we need to distract the Archadian army. What say you, Aloa?"

The silver haired viera nodded, watching them closely. "Likely they are to tear the place apart, however, they wouldn't dare cause a scene, lest they displease the Marquis. They are safe--for now. How do you propose he deliver her to us?"

Vlyn grinned, waving his hand around. She raised an eyebrow at him as he beckoned a Hume child to him. The boy was accompanied by another and a female Hume child, the three giggling like misfits. He knelt down, telling them something rather quietly. He brought forth a few gil and placed it in their hands. The three nodded, one boy running off in one direction while the other two followed Jaakuna and Emiri. "He'll be bringing her to the mines, tomorrow." Vlyn stated, once again turning to Aloa. "You and I will keep an eye on the Ice Princess for the moment. When the time is right, we'll distract her."

Aloa didn't doubt Vlyn's plan, but she was quite curious as to what he said to the children. She assumed one was the message to deliver the girl, but what of the third child?

-----

"It would seem your employer is watching you." Emiri stated, taking a seat on the couch.

The two managed to sneak out of the aerodome, though they were blocked by a pair of children. Said children relayed a message to Jaakuna: they were to stay at the Armanda, a luxury hotel, for the night. The room was paid for, apparently, and tomorrow he was to bring her to the Lhusu Mines. And so here they were, and the suite was quite nice. The carpet was made of Osmone Rabbit wool, very soft to the touch, drapes decorating the room all around. The bed was huge--Emiri wondered why in the world would anyone need a bed so big--and from the window, one would see all of Bhujerba. The small sitting area was just outside the bedroom, and they had access to a bath and kitchen.

Emiri knew this room had to cost quite the pretty gil. Still, it was out of sight, and had the utmost privacy, so they'd (hopefully) be safe from Jaakuna's former wife. Marriage seemed to be quite a difficult thing. She wondered what made the two split up--was it even by choice? Did they still love one another? She wanted to ask, but really, it was none of her business. And so she sat quietly, pouring herself a cup of tea. She raised it to her lips and was about to drink,until a stench caught her attention. Wrinkling her nose, she put down the cup.

"You may as well take a bath." She stated to him, secretly thankful that she bathed when she did--if she smelled half as bad as he did, it really was dreadful.

Time Stops For Fire(Altered Tundra and Hero)

Vlyn jerked awake, eyes blinking rapidly as he looked around. Letting out a rather long yawn, his ears twitched slightly as he looked outside. What caught his attention was a peculiar airship, one he had recognized. After all, it was the biggest clue in finding Jaakuna in the first place. It was the price of having something so unique, so elaborate--it practically gave away your mark. Going anywhere in secrecy was nearly impossible. At this point, the viera stretched and literally rolled out of his bed, hopping up. He exited the bedroom of the suite, encountering a very bored looking Aloa. She was perched daintily on an armchair, her eyes closed.

"Hey, Aloa, it's--" Vlyn started to speak.

"He's returned." Aloa stated, as if she had seen the ship. Unlike Vlyn, she was still attuned to the many Mists that surrounded people. This fiery Mist belonged to that Sky Pirate, no doubt, and he was accompanied by a rather strange Mist. "It would seem he has collected his bounty already. Truly remarkable, I did not think he would catch her so quickly."

He nodded in agreement; he was surprised himself. Pleasantly surprised of course, as it meant that Harris would be pleased as well. He continued, "Yeah. Right. Uh, we should probably get that thing ready--"

So long as we hold this manufactured nethicite, her power will not activate. It also helps us against our bounty hunter as well." Aloa spoke once more, holding the stone in question in her hand and showing it to her partner. "I trust you have your piece as well."

True, the two had been supplied with manufactured nethicite, but it was a means to control the girl. Would Jaakuna really become a problem? Sky Pirates liked gil, and they had a lot to offer it. Hell, Vlyn was already dreading having to carry it all down; Aloa wouldn't lift a finger to help him. "What, you really think--"

"A Sky Pirate's heart is to himself only. His desires outweigh everyone else's. I've no doubt that he has seen what she has to offer. The ability to stop time, manifested in a Hume girl. While I disagree with the Empress in referring to a person as a weapon, that is exactly her role. Whoever possesses the girl, possesses the key to the Espers, after all." Aloa mused, once more interrupting Vlyn. "The Empress is a fool, however, to think she can control a heart. You can only keep a Hume under wraps for so long before they revolt. What concerns me is the sudden spike in Archadian Soldiers. Should they catch wind of the girl, it would make our task...difficult."

Vlyn threw his hands in the air, clearly defeated by the psychic Aloa. "Okay. Fine, you win, you're the best. But I think--"

"That not only am I getting aggravating, but perhaps becoming slightly less predictable would help you, Vlyn." This time she smirked a bit, though it fell as she opened her eyes. "Archades continues to be a thorn in Harris' side. No matter; if things get difficult, we go to the Dynast King's Tomb." And with that, she finally stood up, lightly flipping her hair as she raised an eyebrow at Vlyn. "What say you?"

"Aloa, you're not aggravating. You're downright annoying."

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They were there already. She had closed her eyes maybe minutes before, she could hardly call that getting any rest at all. At least with the leisure aircrafts she could get a nice rest. He had to have done it on purpose, she thought. Even getting out of bed was a task in itself. Her body protested as she commanded it to stand, further protesting as she got into her boots (and properly strapped them, lest she finally break her foot). She did pause for a moment; she took her dagger and stuffed it into her right boot. She was groggy, her eyes barely open, though she did somehow remember her bag. All her motivation went flying out the window it seemed, and as she dragged herself through the hall, haphazardly pulling her hair into her usual ponytail, she begged her mind to let the gears work once more.

To her surprise, she was already standing in front of Jaakuna. She actually took a step back, eyes blinking widely as she tried to remember getting up from the bed. She shivered, in part from missing the warmth of the sheets and having shorter attire, and rubbed her arms. She lifted her head, and thought, perhaps once more, she could convince him otherwise. "I..." She started, but stopped. Honestly, what could she say? Really? She groaned, scratching her head. "Never mind." She grumbled, crossing her arms like a child who didn't get their way.

RWBY - Haze

For the first time in a really long time, someone was scared of her instead of the other way around.

It was weird.

Upon hearing a shriek of horror, Aurelia panicked and whipped around, Did she touch anyone? Did she absentmindedly make contact without noticing? She had been so wrapped up in her thoughts of Beacon she wasn't really paying attention. And yet, she didn't recall bumping into anyone. Actually, they were pretty close; they could have easily walked into one another. But what really surprised her was that for once, she didn't jump back--he did. Is this how she was perceived to everyone? Wow, she really needed to get that under control. That is, she needed to get a handle on herself. Really, she was already feeling embarrassed again just thinking about it.

Aurelia blinked for a moment, and there was a silence. He was staring at her, and she was staring right back. It was a stalemate of a life time, two socially paranoid people meeting one another. Their awkwardness should have cancelled one another out in theory, but the reality was that it somehow managed to multiply and make the situation much, much worse. In fact, looking in from the outside would show that the two were...perfectly ignorable. Really, they were making it a bigger deal then it really was.

That didn't stop Aurelia from almost having a second panic attack.

Easy, easy, just--say something, just like last time. She took in a deep breath, as if readying herself to give a speech. She kept her eye contact, a little more determined, but in the end, it was all for one word: "Sorry." She meekly apologized, though she visibly winced at her own stupidity as her previous composure crumbled like a stack of cards blown into. Hold on, why am I the one apologizing?! She yelled at herself.

Kingdom Hearts: Destiny

Sorry, not accepting any more character D:

RWBY - Haze

RWBY - Haze

Fair enough.

Supreme Team Psi!

I'm sorry I took so long ;-; Hopefully this CS is decent.

Name:
"Yuka Minako"
Age:
18
Sentai:
The Sentai of Temperature
Weapon:
A Kodachi
Abilities:
- Flamme Rouge -
Taking shape in the form of excessive heat, Yuka applies this to her weapon, making it hot to the touch. As a result, her blade can easily cut through most things, often melting through other weapons.
- Glace Bleue -
Taking shape in the form of excessive coolness, it is the opposite of her first attack. Her blade hardens itself, making it better for both attacking and defending, though it somehow one were to break through it, the ice would extend to their weapons, making them too cold to handle.
- Engourdi -
Temporarily removes the sense of temperature, making the skin numb. While a passive attack, the target will not notice any injuries until it wears off.

Healing/Restoration Technique:
Purifying Circle -
Yuka brings her weapon forward, forming a circle. Said circle envelops her target, trapping it momentarily. A light then erupts, for monsters it purifies them, for others it will heal them.

Last Resort:
- Overheat -
Yuka turns up the heat in an overly literal sense. She extends said heat to one that no creature alive can bare, effectively cooking it from within.

Combos:
TBA

Personality:
A bright, peppy young thing, Yuka is the current "It Girl". She is confident, courageous, and overly cheerful. As someone who is currently influencing much of the youth, she tries to be a good role model, being helpful, mindful of others, and optimistic. She is an endless fountain of love and goodness, encouraging others to do the same. She won't stand for any mean spiritedness, stating that only with pure hearts can one overcome the difficulties of life.
Then there's the real Yuka.
A hardheaded girl, she speaks what's on her mind regardless of the outcome. She is quick to act but doesn't always consider the consequences until afterwards. She hates people who are indecisive, and dislikes not taking action. While she is still cheerful and confident, she tends to come off as rather haughty at times--her ego doesn't help matters. Yuka is one that thinks actions speak louder then words, and isn't one for deep, intellectual conversations. She's also in a state of confusion as she is going through the typical identity crisis most teen idols go through. She isn't sure who she really is, and often at times doesn't know who is thinking--herself or "Yuka".

Brief Bio:
Born Yumiko Kasumi, from a very young age her parents knew she had what it took to make it in the world we live. To say she was talented was an understatement, to say she was pretty was an insult. The girl never got a traditional education, instead going to singing lessons daily, and once she got old enough, modeling lessons. The girl was literally raised to become an idol, and it was no surprise when she finally got her contract with a record company. To match the image she was meant to portray, she bleached her blonde and thus "Yuka" was born.
She was singing, acting, modeling, dancing, playing around like a puppet on strings. As with most teenage idols, she was insanely popular and sought after for many roles. She even got her own "rival", so to speak. All was well and good...except it wasn't. While Yuka didn't mind being an idol, she loathed being taken advantage of by her parents. She had already possessed the desire, why did they feel the need to control everything? From how long she slept, from how she walked, from how she spoke and laughed and interacted with her fans--every single action she took had to go by them first. She would say that the only thing she could control was her own breathing, but even THAT had to be trained ("huffing and puffing will make you look fat" she recalled her mother saying).
So she legally emancipated herself from them.
Nowadays Yuka is at the peak of her career--her face is on every major billboard, her songs looping on the radio to the point where people get sick of them, and rumor has it she just finished filming her first major film. And her career has taken another turn...that is to say, her Sentai career.

Everyday Appearance:

Yuka the Idol

Sentai Appearance:

Yuka the Temperature Sentai

Kingdom Hearts: Destiny

@ Teleport - That's fine, jump in whenever.

Will finally get around to reading what everyone's put up so far. Whooooo

Kingdom Hearts: Destiny

And it's up. Whoo! Mission complete!

Kingdom Hearts: Destiny

Sinking, sinking ever so slowly, it’s almost as if you’re floating. Are you sinking in water? It is hard to move, but you don’t resist it. Instead, you let yourself fall, only opening your eyes towards the end. As if on instinct, you bring yourself to an upright position. Your feet touch what you think is the floor, only for it to erupt around you. Birds of purest white scatter, revealing an image underneath your feet. Shaded mostly pink, you see several silhouettes scattered around. Seven of them, to be exact, each surrounded by a heart with a crown placed above each heart. Before you can inspect it further, however, a voice calls out to you.

“Good, you’re here at last. Can you walk?”

You take a step forward, as if to confirm the voice’s suspicions, and you look around. The birds are long gone and only darkness surrounds you. Where could the voice be coming from?

“It’s alright.” It continues, reassuring you. “All is well at the moment, but your entire world has been lost to darkness. It is not the first or the last world to perish. The darkness will soon overcome everything…but that doesn’t mean your existence will come to an end. No, instead…it will be the beginning of your journey.”

For some reason, you aren’t alarmed to this news. While worries do poke the back of your head, you feel that you need to listen; you remain quiet, hoping for more explanation, though your eyes return to the silhouettes.

“You will learn who they are once you and I meet.” The voice continued. “Yes, we will meet…you and several others, in fact. Your destinies have become intertwined, you see, though not all of you may be allies. Still, it will be…interesting to see who ends up where. For sometimes even the gentlest soul may give in to the darkness, and the person with the most secrets ends up having the brightest light.”

Those words have your thoughts buzzing again, though the sound of glass cracking catches your attention. You look down, and to your horror, you realize the ground is breaking. You try your best to remain steady, but even when you are still it continues to crack.

“There is no need to be afraid.“ It says to you. “For now you will join the others, and myself, to the world where those scattered from their homes meet. Until then, farewell.”

Your body drops through the glass, falling once more. The scattered remains of the floor glow around you. You feel a warmth, despite your situation. Another voice calls to you, this one much gentler then the first, but you can’t quite understand what it’s saying. The glass pieces dissipate into light, temporarily blinding you, and just as you feel yourself fade away, the gentle voice speaks once again:

“You’re my only hope.”

---

The night told of few stars in the night sky, with one in particular flickering. A black haired man was at the cafe at this time, a drink before him, though his attention was given to that particular, flickering star. His blue eyes watched it warily, showing no surprise once the light faded. With a heavy sigh, he shook his head. Once more, another world lost to the darkness. How long would this continue?

"Would you like another?" A waitress asked him, temporarily distracting him.

He shook his head, placing the munny needed to pay on the table. "No, thank you. I had best be off." He responded kindly. He began to walk, though to where exactly, he was uncertain--he let his Keyblade lead him. No longer would he wait around, he had grieved long enough for his fallen world. Vengeance was not the name of it, no, it was in the name of justice that he decided to act.

He summoned his Keyblade, a bright light enveloping his hands as he did so, and pointed it at the sky. From it, a bright light shined, and it soared into the sky. The light then scattered, spreading throughout Traverse Town. Whoever owned a brother or sister to his weapon--that is to say, his fellow Keyblade Wielders--would receive this light, and it would lead them to him.

For now, he would wait.

---

The shops were closed; rarely was there ever a soul in the Second District. Still, she could feel several lights and darknesses in this world. The pink haired girl was certain as she sat atop the bell tower--after all, she only came here because she felt them, too. Still, an even greater darkness lurked nearby, but where was it coming from? It was close; she could feel her own heart's light shrinking away from it.

She would not find one of the chosen ones here, no. But then, where should she go next? At that moment, she noticed a bright light shoot into the sky. She stared at it, watching it dissipate and scatter. "Monico..." She voiced, somewhat surprised, but he wasn't her concern at the moment. She then dropped down, and pulled on the rope. The bell began to toll, beckoning the attention of whoever was around. Surely, she would catch their attention this way.

---

"Gather around, little ones, it's rude to keep people waiting."

Maleficent turned to the source of the voice, the slightest frown on her face. "Kerra." She stated the girl's name as she approached her. "Did I not give you a task?" She firmly reminded her.

The black haired girl gave a shrug in response, placing on hand on her hip as she stared back at her so-called mistress, so to speak. Of course she did, that didn't mean she had to go and do it right this second. "I wanted to greet the little ones. They should know who's in charge." Kerra responded quite nonchalantly, though she gave a somewhat uncharacteristic chipper smile. "It's not fair that you get to have all the fun."

"To those who would wish to control the darkness, it is an opportunity and it is done by will." Maleficent spoke. "My dear child, if you want something, you have to pay the price."

"Yeah, but hunting down a bunch of prissy princesses isn't any fun at all." Kerra pouted. "Besides, I already got one, remember? Or did you forget all my hard work of unlocking the keyhole so that the darkness could consume the world?"

The two were of the same path, but clearly did not understand one another. No, the young girl was much too wild, too chaotic. She was difficult to please, and would rather wreck a town then actually do something that was important. Maleficent actually admired that, but with such power, she had specifically asked her to do one thing, and the child insisted on going against her orders. The Mistress of all Evil preferred to be discreet, to corrupt, to be patient. Kerra had no idea why anyone would go through all that trouble when all you needed to do was fight to get your way.

Alas, the two would still work together--with Maleficent reminding Kerra exactly who was in charge.

"Fine, whatever, you win." Kerra waved her hands in defeat, opening up a Dark Corridor. "I'm moving on, then. Be sure to give the little ones my love, will you?"

Once she had disappeared, Maleficent turned to more...important matters. Several lost souls had made their way to this world, the place where everyone went that had lost their world. Whether it was luck, skill, or whatever, they would end up here, in Traverse Town. Some were like Kerra, gifted with an affinity for darkness, and Maleficent would go to greet them.

She actually looked forward to it.