IAmTheIsland

๑ ❝ 𝕮 𝔥 𝔞 𝔯 𝔪 𝔢 𝔡 , 𝕴‘𝔪 𝖘𝔲𝔯𝔢 ❞ ๑ { A Witch’s Tale - RP }

Do we have an official post order? I was going to have time to get a post together tonight (worked Friday night into Saturday afternoon and was with family yesterday).

Kingdom Hearts: Heroes of Hope

H O S H I
H O S H I

Traverse Town

Tired as she was, Hoshi struggled to slip into a deep sleep. Even as she did drift to meaningful rest, she found herself shaken awake by an onslaught of nightmares. Most were the same as the one she had had the last night on the Island, with her falling into the sea through water and shadow. There had been others, but as she was startled awake the final time, the details faded to the back of her mind, forced down by her will to ignore them. It was easy enough to write the dreams off as the products of stress; they hadn't started until they had a way off the Islands, and when the worries of what would happen set in.

What she couldn't ignore were the bouts of pain that crossed under her chest each time she awoke. They hit deep, more so than they had when they woke her in the apartment; her Heart pounding against . Were they part of her stress as well? Was she getting sick? It was possible, with having arrived, unprepared, on a new world; she had always been in good health otherwise. But then the thought of the hooded man came to her, rising from the nightmares like a phantasm into her waking mind. Could it have been him causing that pain? She wondered if she should have told Zac about it, maybe that was a power or magic that the group had, and why they gave him as much trouble as they did... that kind of pain in a person's Heart could leave them helpless if left unchecked.

Between the dreams and her own ceaseless train of thought, Hoshi gave up on getting any more sleep. Quietly, she gathered up the black coat, draping it over her body and working her arms into the sleeves; its larger-than-her size made it ungainly for anything beyond a casual stroll. With care not to wake anyone else, she snuck out into the hallway and closed the door softly behind herself. Avoiding crossing paths with Daisy and stepping past Max, she walked out into the open plaza of the Second District. She looked both ways, pulled the coat more tightly over her chest, and set off for the First District.

She recalled Leon mentioning the item shop in town, and decided to see if it was open.

As it happened, it was.

Hoshi walked into the shop, a bell over the door ringing to announce a customer. As she descended the stairs onto the floor, a young Duckfolk (how many of them were there?) in a red shirt and cap popped up onto the counter next to the cash register.

"Good day, Ma'am. How may I help you?" The duck asked as Hoshi neared the counter.

"Just... just looking."

Hoshi clutched the pouch of Munny she had been given, and perused the inventory. Potions for healing injuries and fatigue and Ethers, advertised to 'revitalize the spirit' were front and center behind the glass case in the counter. Hoshi picked out five potion vials, and shifted to an assortment of weapons on the wall behind the register. Most were staffs, or shields, all ill-suited for her preferences. But off to the side, in a corner furthest from her, a sword hung, gleaming softly in the shop's warm light. She wasn't sure why, but the blade spoke to her. It was as though it were an old friend she hadn't seen in a while... forgotten by memory, but familiar in her Heart.

"That sword," she said, pointing over to it.

"The sword?" The shopkeeper looked at the weapon in disbelief, but retrieved it nonetheless, hauling it with much of his weight and setting it on the countertop.

Hoshi clasped the hilt in her right hand and held it level to her head. She ran her eyes up and down the length of the pearlescent blade, nodding as she did. She backed away from the counter. She removed the coat, and gave the sword a few sweeping motions of slashes and blocks. She ended on a thrust that stopped inches from the duck shopkeeper's face. "Yeah. This feels better." She set the sword back down, ignoring the duck's shocked expression. "I'll take it. How much?"

"Oh." The duck recomposed himself. "We were looking for 1,000."

Hoshi's face hung in disappointment. After the five potions she was short by 300 Munny.

"But it's been sitting here for so long... I'll take 500 for it?"

Hoshi jumped excitedly. "You would? Thank you!" She opened up the pouch and paid the 800 munny...

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Hoshi returned to the hotel as discretely as she had exited. The shopkeeper had managed to find a sheath for the sword, which she now had fixed to her hip and beneath the long, black coat. She had further strapped the sheath to her leg to keep it from sticking out from beneath the outerwear. She couldn’t figure out why, but she felt the need to hide the purchase from the others; perhaps simply to not be scolded for wasting Munny on a weapon she ‘already had one.’

She entered the hotel to be greeted by the scent of food wafting from the other end of the hallway; voices from the same direction confirmed to her that the others had started to wake up as well. She followed the smell of cooking down the corridor and rounded into a humble kitchen space where Lucian was already sitting to a home-cooked meal made by one of their new companions. Crossing the threshold, Hoshi’s stomach churned and growled; she had thought little about food since arriving in town, but now realized how hungry she was.

“Thank you,” she said to Donald and Daisy as she helped herself to a plate. She sat down across from Lucian as it was explained that Alias had ventured on to another world: Olympus. “I know you said not to put it on myself,” she said, poking through a piece of scrambled egg with her fork. “But I really feel it should be me to go get Alias.” She paused, and took a bite of her eggs. “It’s… the only way I’ll clear my head about it.”

Kingdom Hearts: Heroes of Hope

Other than adult hindsight knowing it was a cash grab on the movie series, I don't remember having any negative opinions on it. But then, I was seven years old so what did I know. I stand by my statement that it would feel on brand for Launchpad to be a fan though. 🤷‍♂️

Kingdom Hearts: Heroes of Hope

Anyone else remember the Animated Mighty Ducks series? Do we have time for that here? Could see Launchpad being a fan of them. Lol

๑ ❝ 𝕮 𝔥 𝔞 𝔯 𝔪 𝔢 𝔡 , 𝕴‘𝔪 𝖘𝔲𝔯𝔢 ❞ ๑ { A Witch’s Tale - RP }

Robin “Wren” Grace Lee

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๑ Robin Grace Lee ๑

“Wren”

☾ From One Come Many ☽

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“My ancestors live on through me.”

- ۞ Hedge Witch ۞ -

Wren's Magic has flowed unto her through generations of her Maternal Bloodline. Exact knowledge of how far into the family history her powers are rooted has been lost; Robin herself has only been able to commune so far back as her Great-Great-Grandmother. What is firmly known is that the cascading of Magika through generations is a full-out passing of power, experience, and instinctive knowledge; every daughter born has been more capable than the mother that preceded her.

What else is known is that this transition of power has always come at a cost. The first and foremost is a long line of succession of only children. The second is the sacrifice of power from one generation to the next: whether by happenstance, a malicious curse, or the machinations of their ancestors, each parent has forfeited their ability to use magic when they’ve carried on the lineage. While left with significant power in their magic, the children of the family line frequently turn to outside influences to properly learn to control their abilities beyond the basics.

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❦ Personality & History ❦

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At the age of twenty-two, Wren is still riding the ebbs and flows that comes with youth, and prone to the contradictions in character that can define growing up. She is inquisitive and curious, if to the fault of looking too closely into that which need not concern her. Yet in her process she is quick to drift from one thing of interest to another. As a young adult she straddles the line between determination and reckless abandon in the effort to prove her worth. The worries of failure run simultaneously with the stubborn pride and conviction that she is right. She is as subject to the range of human emotion as any other at her age, feeling joys, frustrations, and sorrows to varying degrees. She is no stranger to overreactions, and can be selfish when deeply invested in a goal-oriented pursuit. Even so, there are few lessons that can’t be impressed upon her, even if some may take more time to settle than others.

Wren, legally named Robin, was born to her mother, Grace Lee, in Newham, in Outer London. Consistent with the familial trend, Grace passed on her Magika to her daughter at the expense of her connection thereto. Wren would grow up in a home with her mother and grandmother. While both had since forfeited their magic, their knowledge of its nature and potential sufficed to educate Wren for a time. However, their lack of ability to perform spellwork would limit how far they could take their young child/grandchild. By the time Wren turned eighteen, she had eclipsed what her family members could teach her.

For a time, they all resigned to the reality that Wren, as her ancestors passed, would only grow so much. She would dedicate the remainder of her life to maintaining her abilities and the secrecy of magic.

However, unforeseen circumstances prompted a drastic change in this outlook.

When Wren was twenty years old, her mother’s health declined, and she began to deteriorate rapidly. Wren invested tremendous efforts and the majority of time and energy to keep her mother tethered to life, in the hopes that either magic, science, or a miracle, could change the fate that seemed inevitable. Research into family history led Wren to the understanding that Grace’s condition was the natural escalation of the magic inheritance. Her mother had given too much in passing on her power, shortening her lifespan; her grandmother corroborated this conclusion, using herself and her own mother as anecdotal evidence. Even so, the condition had manifested much sooner, and developed more quickly than expected; it was supposed to be gradual.

A year later, Grace passed away, leaving Wren to grapple with the life before her, and questions needing answers. Was her mother’s death an exception? Were there other conditions at play that she hadn’t considered? If it were as it seemed, and she too had a child some day, would she even have time to raise them before the same affliction took hold of her?

No knowledge held within her childhood home bore a suitable answer to these questions.

It was her grandmother who posed the solution. The Elders wouldn’t have been pleased with her if they had known it, but it was the only chance she had at saving her granddaughter: she advised Wren to seek out the Corinthia Witch Coven. The Coven had been pushing its luck and the Elders’ patience over the years, advancing the study of Magika, and attempting to raise the art out of the shadows. Perhaps, she posited, training with Corinthia would afford Wren the knowledge and power necessary to break the chain on the ‘family tradition.’

Wren departed her home in secrecy (as much as could be achieved), and arrived at the doors of the Corinthia Coven as a new Initiate.

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❦ Corinthia Initiate ❦

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Wren is something of a gray area in her position within the coven. She has a grip on the basics of the magic with which she is endowed, but has come seeking to advance her abilities through a more formal, and group-supported effort. Thus, her position as an initiate is less a matter of her proficiency, and more about her status within the Coven’s hierarchy.

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⊱ Appearance ⊰

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๑ ❝ 𝕮 𝔥 𝔞 𝔯 𝔪 𝔢 𝔡 , 𝕴‘𝔪 𝖘𝔲𝔯𝔢 ❞ ๑ { A Witch’s Tale } { Closed }

Hello, friends!

I’ve had a couple fantastic CS delivered to my PMs and I’ve put together the beginnings of a Thread for this project.

The link is in my Signature.

If any of you are still interested and haven’t yet had the chance to send over your CS, I’m hoping to get started over the next couple days!

Let me know if you need a helping hand or have any questions.

So far, I have a good mix of Dark, Celestial and Hedge Witches.
My Character will be an Earth Witch. This doesn’t mean you cannot apply with a Witch of these types, just in case you wanted some variation in Characters I thought it would be good to know.

Happy Character Building!

@themaybreeze

I'll get something to you later today

Kingdom Hearts: Heroes of Hope

@IAmTheIsland As i said, im good with that and would prefer we just move on forward.

@mattmanganon

At this point we're waiting on others to make posts to jump us into our departure.

๑ ❝ 𝕮 𝔥 𝔞 𝔯 𝔪 𝔢 𝔡 , 𝕴‘𝔪 𝖘𝔲𝔯𝔢 ❞ ๑ { A Witch’s Tale } { Closed }

Interested

Heroes Rise: Paragon City

S A R A H M A R I E K I N G
S A R A H M A R I E K I N G

^{Millenia Park; with Kenzo Yamamoto
Abilities Used: Sixth Sense}
@McNephelim

Sarah had only proceeded about one hundred feet onto the paved pathway when something brought her to a stop. If not a scuffling of feet in the stillness behind her, the new, yet known voice of Kenzo made her stop without first slowing her pace. She made a half turn, her hips to her neck rounding towards her new ally. She was still figuring out what to make of the guy; his heart seemed in the right place, and he presumably knew how to fight, or at least had enough bravado to get by; he’d at least hold against the scrubs from 70th and the common Delgato thugs. When her twisted body became stretched as far around as it could manage, her legs followed. In long strides, she walked towards Kenzo, stopping about a yard in front of him. She stared at him, part steely, part annoyedly, and part empathetically.

“I get it,” she expressed earnestly. “Keeping the walls up isn’t lost on me, and neither is dealing with the gang bullshit.” She let out a groaning sigh, less at Kenzo than at the situation, and aligned her eyes with his. “If you’re going to come with me, then stick close; none of this… twenty-feet back, around the corner stalker shit. Now let’s go.” She turned back around on the balls of her feet. “I’d prefer to find Maddie before it gets dark,” she said over her shoulder. She took a healthy stride forward and resumed her pace along the path. This time she moved with a less bullish momentum; in part, for the fact that she was entering a more populated area, and in part to not blatantly abandon Kenzo now that he was committed to following her.

As Sarah expected, the paths across the park were populated, but not crowded beyond a normal weekday. Not far into their walk, she noticed a huddle of 70th Streeters indulging in a smoke; the scent of marijuana lofted into the air around them; Sarah caught the smell and a slight contact experience as she neared them. She eyed them cautiously as one of them also noticed her with a look that suggested he recognized her. But Sarah paid him and his group little more than a passing glance; as much as she’d have loved to lay out more bodies from the 7-0, Maddie was her priority unless the gang moved on her and Kenzo first. She looked to Kenzo and gestured for him to keep moving, in case he was getting a similar urge to pick a fight.

Sarah pressed on, undaunted until she came to a small car lot a short distance into the park. As a black sedan rolled into one of the parking spots, a sensation crept its way under her skin. It was familiar: searing and heavy, like someone hating her purely for being as she was… the same feeling she had caught from Taiwu from the Blue Dragons. She came to an abrupt halt, letting the feeling wash over her, muscles contracting and falling loose in rhythm with her heartbeat. She side-eyed the black car… if they were tailing her, she couldn’t let them know that she knew. She looked around the park away from the black car. Other than what was emanating from the sedan, she felt nothing concerning. She turned to speak to Kenzo, but was pulled away by a voice from behind her…

Z H A N G, T A I W U
Z H A N G, T A I W U

^{Millennia Park, with The Driver & Xiao Feng}
@Nallore

Taiwu huffed softly, but indignantly. Xiao Feng didn’t seem to be grasping the full picture. The pyromancer shook his head and recomposed himself. “Any move we make on the Lucky Noodle will have to go through the girl… and maybe those other kids. Best we figure them all out, and how best to deal with them.” He rested his head back in his seat. “But as you wish, we stick to the plan. I’ll let our recruits know of my request when we hire them… If you don’t mind, I’d like to run point on that job.” He rubbed his finger and thumb together, producing a small, lighter-sized flame. “And you know me. I clean my tracks well enough.”

He allowed Xiao Feng the moment to consider the proposition.

In the meantime, the car had rolled into Millenia Park, coming to a stop in a small lot a short way off of the road. Taiwu thought to question why they had stopped, but his attention was quickly overcome by the sight of someone he hadn’t expected to see… “Her.” His eye looked as much like a dragon’s as they could as they narrowed at the sight of Shimazu’s pupil walking past them across the Park; close by her was the other fighter, the one who had openly proposed jumping him back in the old man’s shop. What they were doing in the Park was neither to Taiwu’s knowledge nor his interest. But seeing them was curious regardless. Perhaps he could seize his moment to get what he needed; jump the girl, wet a knife with her blood, and then get it back to Amara. Taiwu’s hand twitched over the handle in the car door.

But then the girl stopped, and Taiwu stayed his hand. Her stance was known to him; it was the same position the old man used to take when he was trying to ground himself and feel his environment. Had he taught her his tricks? If she had any measure of Shimazu’s ability, she’d have already caught on to his presence. And then there was the other one. Taiwu knew nothing of what he could do; only that he had made light work of the other Blue Dragons earlier that morning. As much of a fool as he might have seemed, he at least knew how to fight with competence. “No. Not yet.” He knew Xiao Feng wouldn’t be inclined to join in on his personal fights. A two-on-one against opponents he had little knowledge of wouldn’t be pragmatic. That wasn’t to mention that the 70th Street gangbangers nearby wouldn’t take too kindly to him starting something so close to their territory; they’d turn against him before the other two out of principle.

Finding himself a middle ground, he rolled down his window. “Bold of you to leave the Old Man alone,” he called.

Sarah turned to face him down, but didn’t budge from her spot. “Bold of you to assume I left him alone,” she retorted.

Taiwu’s lips curled upward. But he could hear the honesty in the girl’s tone; she wasn’t lying. “You best watch your back, Kid. The Old Man won’t have it forever.”

Sarah’s fists tightened and turned white as a ghost. She took a single step toward the car. “Was that a threat?” A rush of energy was gathering into her balled up fists. The sensation driving her to throw a hand forward pressed against her like a hot iron. But the self-reminder of the 7-0 not too far away, and the task at hand combined to hold her back. “I’d love to stay and finish this,” she said. “But I have more important things going on right now.”

Taiwu laughed mockingly. “So be it. We’ll take a rain check. I trust you won’t disappoint when the time comes.” Taiwu’s window rolled up.

Left staring into the dark-tinted window of the Blue Dragon’s car, Sarah turned away, and looked back to Kenzo. “We should keep moving,” she told him. She began to walk away slowly. “That asshole’s not worth our time right now.”

K E N S H I M A Z U
K E N S H I M A Z U

^{Lucky Noodle, Little Asia; with Steven Donahue, Julia Kray, and The Weeping}
@Skelm, @Silver Carrot, @Tally Dor, @Nallore

Shimazu stood with bated breath as they waited for the man to explain himself. He shifted slightly to better shield Ashley, just in case. “There is no need to call the police,” he urged. “Detective Donahue will call in back up if he feels it’s necessary. Please, go home Ashley; you need not be here.” He spoke without breaking his eyes off of the man emerging from the shadows. While still vigilant, he relaxed slightly when The Weeping, as he sat himself down, introduced himself, and began to explain himself.

It was quite the story… a being produced by La’moi Swamp, just outside of the city. Shimazu was aware of the urban legends that had abounded about the place; it was a favored dumping ground for gangs such as the Delgatos for disposing of those that they had taken out. Ken nodded with a hint of triumph as he learned his assessment of The Weeping’s nature was true: a single body with a multitude of souls attached to it. What was more was that, as Shimazu had been weary of, The Weeping’s actions hadn’t been entirely voluntary. Between the spirit that had been pressuring him to act, and the one called Amara of the Void (a name and group or place that Shimazu had no knowledge of), The Weeping had barely been afforded agency.

His own gaps in knowledge aside, the situation was seeming clear enough; the pieces of the story made enough sense together.

But there was no preparing him for what came from The Weeping next. A striking glance was sent in Shimazu’s direction; he returned it, not simply out of obligation to courtesy, but for a sudden draw towards the man. And then…

"You need to let it go, Chef."

Ken Shimazu’s face was relieved of any color, leaving a haunted paleness and bewildered eyes in its wake. He stood like a station for several seconds. The voice that had spoken sounded different from The Weeping’s normal voice, but still familiar to the Ramen cook. Yet he couldn’t put his finger on exactly whose voice it might have been. Chef… Indeed, the title fit his occupation of the past decade, but even his employees simply referred to him as Mr. Shimazu, or Shimazu San… And the tone with which it was spoken… The only ones who had ever called him ‘Chef’ as a proper name had been those that knew him at the Police Department.

You need to let it go. Apt guidance for many matters in his life prior.

He pulled out a chair for himself and took a seat, leveling himself with The Weeping. “Do you know where Ms. Crane… err Maddie is right now? Or what this Amara person wanted with her?”

T H E R E S A T O R R E S
T H E R E S A T O R R E S

^{70th Street Hideout, Mapleview; with Valentina Vega}

Theresa entered the office. Rundown and cluttered as it was, it was still like home for her. She made her way to one of the armchairs and sat herself down. “It was just a quick errand,” she said. “Had to stop by Angel’s.” Theresa swallowed nervously, and then looked away from Val and to the broadcast on the TV. “Shaking the tree,” she continued, “seeing if we can’t get a certain thorn out of our side.”

Valentina reached over to grab the remote and hit the mute button, but kept the subtitles on to keep an eye out on what the news reporter continued to say about their little heist. Her attention turned towards Theresa once more. “Which thorn are you talking about, we have a lot, mind you.” Val said as she leaned back in her seat.

“That bitch from last night.” Theresa leaned forward to match Val’s lean back. “From the underground. The fight… the one that made me look like an amateur.”

Val looked at Theresa, she wasn’t at the fight last night but she heard that she had lost to someone in the ring. “As long as it doesn’t get the PCPD down around our heads, do whatever you want to get even; we just did a heist afterall so just don’t do anything reckless or stupid.” Valentina told her.

“I doubt the pigs will care,” Theresa shrugged off the concern. “She’s just some punk from Mapleview. The one our crew in Parkside West has been having trouble with. None of them can say who she is or where exactly to find her. She’s been in our way for too long though.”

“We still have to keep an eye out, and if you want to settle a grudge go and do it, but like I said don’t do anything dumb or reckless. If you do then you are on your own.” Val said looking at Theresa, she had the rest of the crew to look out for afterall.

“Don’t worry,” Theresa said, standing out of her chair. “I’m keeping this one on the downlow.” She began her way out the door, and turned back halfway across the threshold. “No big street fights, and minimal collateral. Just me stomping out a spark before it becomes a fire we can’t control.” She exited the office, closing the door behind her.

All there was left to do was wait for Angel to get back to her.

Katherine Tran & Horace Wolfe

^{With Artemis. Veridian Technologies Conference Room - Nighthaven}

“I really don’t know,” KT said, looking at her friend. She moved closer to where Diana was standing. “I just went from looking for a job, to helping thwart a security breach, to being recruited to start a Superhero team; so it’s moving a bit fast. At least you’ve already been in the game of saving the city.” She looked to Wolfe, who seemed to be in an even deeper state of thought than she was. She looked back at Diana, and said with a small laugh, “but I guess I’ve got my foot in the door now; probably harder to get out than it is to get in. I want to do my part. And if I’m gonna help you, then I’ll be in on whatever you decide.”

“Vaughn made a valid point.” Wolfe had finally spoken up. He too moved in closer, so that he could lower his voice. “If criminals are emboldened enough to attack Veridian Headquarters in broad daylight, then the situation has already escalated beyond what even the three of us can manage on our own. There’s nothing wrong with coordinating our efforts with others who share our broader goals; if nothing else, it keeps the problems of other parts of the city from spilling out into our area.” Wolfe paused to think before resuming. “We’d have to work on how best to avoid any conflicts of interest. It’s one thing to operate on the small scale that we have been. But getting a team like the Defenders going would carry massive implications. At the very least, we can assist the Deputy Director in finding candidates to recruit for his initiative. We already have security systems in place around the city, and there is legal precedent for private entities relaying… anomalies and parties of interest to the DSHA. If it means being better prepared to manage, if not head off, any future problems, I say we move forward with it.”

“Like I said, I would like to do my part, use my powers for something… helpful, productive,” KT agreed.

Kingdom Hearts: Heroes of Hope

Anyone wanting to skip ahead to the next morning can go ahead.

Also did we reach ann actual verdict on the Dalmation world as a viable stop for Hoshi? Or do I need to conceive of a different place to be expended? Maybe Pick out one of the worlds that a summon comes from? We could always do something with Lilo & Stitch. Or get sidetracked on Bambi's world where there's something afoot concerning the hunter that offs Bambi's mother.

Alternatively we can come up with some way for Hoshi to initially fail in Metroville (Incredibles), which prompts her run of returns to that world to atone for her prior shortcomings.