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Current Crush started talking to me again so she's not mad, sent me a pic of her in her cosplay. She's so gorgeous <3
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A Bionicle RP right now would be badass
18 days ago
Could be worse, could tell your crush how you feel and then have her stop talking to you entirely, like myself
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Im dwala qera qino in bisaulidai paidai sei rodidi dauda razda. Bidja izwis frijon mik...
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Updated my Bio, we'll see if anyone cares



23||UTC -6|Active at Night|Dyslexic|LGBT/Trans Friendly

Language Competancies:

Any languages at B1 or above are ones that I am comfortable to RP in

English: C2 (native)
French: B2
Afrikaans: B2
Spanish: B1
German: B1
Japanese: A2
Gothic: A2
Latin: A1

About Me:
I started roleplaying around age 12, giving me about 11 years experience. I'm a hobby writer who makes subpar fantasy and sci-fi novels on the side and have dabbled in the world of light novels to give my drawing skills a bit of practice. I'm by no means a professional or even really a 'good' writer, but I do try my hardest. Unfortunately, I am a very busy person so I often simply don't have the time to put the level of quality revision and editing into my posts that I'd like. That said, I am committed to creating the best experience for my fellow roleplayers when I join their RPs. I am a busy person, however, so know that I may drop an RP if I become unable to devote any more significant time into it.

I mostly take part in Fantasy RPs and Nation RPs. While I enjoy romance side plots in other RPS I do, I generally don't do Romance focused RPs except on occasions. I am okay to do Romance RPs on 1x1, however, note that I usually have to be in a particular mood for these RPs so I am not always up for doing them. For this reason, when I want to do such roleplay, I seek out a partner myself. I am fine with writing mature/18+ scenes, however, I typically find them boring and uninteresting to write (sorry, I'm not much of an erotica writer). As stated above, I am LGBT and Trans friendly, so LGBT Romance subplots and RPs are totally fine by me.

In terms of characters, I'm most likely to roleplay women, as I am one, though I can roleplay any gender. I enjoy exploring the characters and fleshing them out as they grow in the setting.

I am often told that I can come off as rude, and while I like to play it up a bit and be something of a tsundere, and I am trying to work on it, but please note that I am not much of a social person, even on the online realm, and I may take a while to respond to messages or not give you a very detailed response. Feel free to message me for purposes related to the RPs we are mutually a part of, though. I love to discuss things concerning the games to give them a more interconnected and realistic feeling.

As stated above, I have dyslexia, and it can be a pain in the ass sometimes. Don't be afraid to point out mistakes in my writing, I have a tendency to misspell, and I want to be made aware if it's particularly bad. I also speak a variety of languages, and if you are interested in RPing in a language other than English, I am more than happy to do so. Check out my Langauge Competencies list to see what I am capable of using.

My interests are High Fantasy, Historical Fiction, Nation Games, Alternate History, and Video Games. I'm not crazy about Anime, but I watch a few here and there, but I'm hardly the person to go on a long discussion on Anime about (I don't really see it as much different than any other animation, sorry.), same with Manga. However, don't go all weeb on me, I'm part-Japanese sansei myself, so obsession with and fetishization of Japan and Japanese people annoys the shit out of me and if you do it I will likely have a few strong words to say to you before I block you. No, I don't care if you're also Japanese. In that case, you're not a weeb, you're just a dime-a-dozen nationalist and that's even worse in my eyes.

Anyway, I hope to have some enjoyable RPs with you all. Let's have some fun.


Twitter: @skakafraujo (in Gothic)
Discord: Saiwalo #5058
Conworkshop: Karous

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Setting and Word of Green Sahara




Green Sahara plot moved to this thread until futher notice
Spinoff RP detailing a side plot of this RP:…
Credit to @Letter Bee for the original RP

Long ago, there was One World, One Earth, and One Timeline, a world filled with Darkness and Light in unequal measures, with a greater proportion of Darkness to Light. This world, thought many, was doomed to fall, until one Hero delved into the secrets of the Light. He discovered that said Light flowed from an unseen land by the name of Kingdom Hearts, and that if he could just burst the barrier that seperated this world from this source of Light, he can save the timeline.

And so, he did...but with unforseen consequences. For what was once one world was separated to many, each with varying levels of Light and Dark. Now, any possibility for Earth to change, even the 'absurd' and 'impossible' ones, now sprang off into its own timeline, creating, for the first time, a Multiverse.

One of these many timelines was the realm of Green Sahara, a land where the rains never left the land of North Africa, never taking away the precious lifeforce that sustained the many cultures that resided there. People came and went, invaders, sweeping in to seize control of the fertile African plains. The path of civilization has pushed the heart of human history into the lands of the Mediterranean, with North Africa, West Asia, and Southern Europe being the most important, and most civilized places on earth. The year is now 1250 AD, The Mediterranean stands as the peak of human achievement, while Northern Europe, North Asia, and Southwestern Africa languish in barbarism from their exclusion from the great trade routes. A great trouble, however, threatens the very existance of the world around them, a powerful army, the warlords of Axum, lead by a man who proclaims himself the Messiah, Emannuel, marches his armies into Asia, set on taking the land of Israel to begin the end of the world and become the master of Earth, eliminating the two comming Prophets who stand in his way before they are even born, along side his two right hand men. However, outside forces have seen the potential damage of this figure, and sent forth agents to stop him, keybladers, who will combat Emmanuel and stop his plan from threatening the very existance of the Multiverse.

This is just a continuation of a side plot found in the newest reboot of Lights of the Multiverse, an RP based on Disney/Square Enix's game series, Kingdom Hearts. The RP is closed except to players who were originally part of the Green Sahara subplot, or have voiced their interest in joining this plot in the Discord server.

@Tenma Tendo@Double@ShadowVentus@Shoddy McCoy

Here it is everynyan, lets get back into action :D

And with that, the beast was gone. Audry lowered her weapon, eyes blinking on in amazement. It really was gone right? No more of her eyes playing tricks on her? The man from before now knelt in distress. Sobbing in a time of victory? Audry did not understand. While the man was emotionally hurt, that much was clear, he seemed physically stable. The woman's green eyes drifted lazily to the side, to catch a glimpse of her charge, the person she was sent to protect. Unfortunately, it looked like Capella was putting herself under great strain to so much as stand up.

No sense in storming Mecca now, in this state the best they could hope for was local guards having enough mercy to aim for a vital organ so their deaths would be quick. The rifle in Audry's had faded away into the same flash of green mist as the shotgun, as she moved to step forward. But as the foot came down, the sand swallowed it, prompting the unstable woman to tilt forward and be met with the excruciating feeling of hot desert sand against one's bare face. Not even a yelp escaped Audry's mouth as she felt her body tense up rapidly, painfully even, as every muscle seemed to contract and relax over and over rapidly. She struggled to force air in and out of her lungs as the spasms continued, each one growing more and more unbearable until she felt herself slowly slip away. The spasming seemed to stop as her psyche finally snapped, eyes rolling back into her head as she lay limp in the desert sand.

Unknown location
BGM:The Brink Of Time

A pleasant warmth radiated in the air, not quite hot yet not cold. Audry awoke to the feeling a soft breeze carrying a lock of her hair and dragging it across her face. This triggered a sneeze, prompting the woman to awaken, only to find herself face to face with someone else.

"You're awake!"

Audry's eyes widened as she lept backward at the unsolicited musical, sitting up and pushing her hands out in front of her. The strange woman only looked on in confusion.

"Did I scare you..."the woman inquired, the tone of voice suggesting genuine concern and regret. Audry simply stared back, her eyebrows furrowed, her mouth agape unsure of what to say. Without prompting, the strange woman threw herself upon Audry's lap, weeping as she did so, Audry only having time to let out a small sound of confusion as the woman began her long tirade of repentance.

"I'm so sorry, miss. Please please please forgive me. I didn't mean to scare you I promise. I was just sent here to get you!"

Like a child, the woman kicked her feet up and down as she lay on her stomach, face down, buried in Audry's lap. Audry was lucky enough to still be clothed in the Arab's disguise she had "borrowed". Even though the pants the wetness of the woman's tears were seeping through, and she could only imagine how disgusting the feeling of skin wet from tears and whatever else was coming out of her face against her own skin would be. Audry grabbed the young woman's head, lifting her off, her face red and puffy, soaked, and more tears still coming from her.

"You're fine, you're fine. I just got a little startled, it's okay."

The woman sniffed as she looked at her

"What was this you were saying? You came to get me?"

The other simply nodded her head in agreement, not yet saying any other words. Audry tilted her own head to the side in confusion. Who would be expecting her? And most of all, where were they?

"If there's someone waiting for me, I don't think I should keep them waiting. Let's go~!". Audry let out a small smile as she said this, singing out the final part as she did so. The other woman smiled, her crying ceasing as she helped Audry to her feet.

"But if you don't mind me asking..."

The other woman let out an inquisitive hmm?

"Where are we?"

"Oh!" The woman beemed with happiness as she got the question, her teeth flashing as she gave a wide smile. "We're in Neorxnawang, silly!"

Audry's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Neorxnawang!"

"But I don't get it," Audry spoke, biting into an apple she picked off of a tree along the walk to this mysterious host. The woman, who had informed Audry that her name was Roxanna, was enjoying an orange herself. "I thought only dead people went to Neorxnawang?"

Roxanna looked back at Audry in confusion, "Aren't you dead?"

Audry's eyes widened as she mulled over the possibility. "Well, I was poisoned..."

Roxanna smiled at the answer, "See! You are dead!"

She flashed a look of anger over to her guide. "You shouldn't celebrate someone's death! And why do you sound so happy about that?"

"It's just that I've never had anyone else come here besides me and the master.

No one else? Well, Audry surely wasn't the only person to have died, and this was supposed to be paradise, wasn't it? No one? But isn't this the afterlife?

Roxanna shrugged , "Maybe you're the only one who's ever been good enough to get in."

"If I am, that's pretty sad."

Roxanna giggled.

Before long, the two had made their way to the final stretch of the pathway.

"There he is, the master!"

Roxana quickly ran over, full of glee as she went over and sat on the ground beside a figure. The cloaked individual turned himself around, and Audry's expression quickly fell into that of annoyance. It was the man from before, who had met her in the desert.

"You're Lord Odin?" she remarked sarcastically.

The cloaked man smiled, quickly teleporting from his location over to that of Audry.

"No, I can't say I am, though you'll find that I am just as capable as he is, if not more."

"So, tell me, am I dead? If I am it would be quite interesting that, if what your errand girl says is true, I'm the first person in all of history to enter into Neorxnawang."

"Hmm, so you have not considered that you are special, perhapse even a, dare I say, Chosen One"

Audry smirked, "I'm not that remarkable."

"Oh, a modest one, aren't we?"

"No, just realistic."

The man laughed at that, "Well, you are correct, you are not special, just conveniently useful to me. I will tell you, no you are not dead. This is a realm I created myself, existing in my own subconscious, for the purposes of secure meetings, away from a certain individual who will not be named as of yet. We weren't properly introduced in Hijaz. My name is Belthazar, though I already know who you are, Audry. That Rago character helped me out quite a bit, I must say, I was trying to pull you in here before, but you're a bit too stubborn to just pluck your mind out of that skull of yours. But when you're poisoned like that, well, you're will is just broken enough to take whatever I'd like."

"Well, Belthazar, care to explain why you felt the need to violate my cranium?"

"Oh, It's really not too difficult or obscure, you're fighting against a certain someone who is an enemy of mine as well. A certain Emmanuel, and his henchman, Malachi. I've been wanting to get rid of them for some time, though, as I am currently," Balthazar said, gesturing to his body, and to the artificial environment, "I am a bit too sleepy to get out there. But, you will have a chance if you are able to help me out with finding my two associates?"

Audry raised an eyebrow, "Associates?"

"Yes, you see, I was in a position of great importance long ago, and I shared this office with two others. Together, we would have enough power to help you put a permanent end to your little problem and to help you deal with its ultimate root."

Ultimate Root? What was he talking about, was the False Messiah not the ultimate source of this all?

"My two associates are Melchior and Gaspar, they, like myself, have been placed into states of catatonia, but unlike myself, they are unable to control their mental faculties while in such a state. And so, you must help me to awaken them.

"And what if I say no?"

As the last word existed from Audry's mouth, she felt her own skin begin to burn like fire, as she saw her flesh bubble up like boiling water, steam rising out as the pustules on her skin burst, with blood flowing out.

"Well, then I simply destroy your psyche, and leave you to die, while I find someone else who will help me."

Roxanna looked over at her master in concern, as he caught sight of her glance. Oh fine, he sighed in displeasure as he released Audry, the blisters and wounds healing over. "So will you help me?"

"It's not like you're giving me much choice..."

Balthazar smiled, "Excellent! Well, I can tell you the locations where they sealed themselves away. You will find Gaspar in the mountains of Abyssinia, that is to say, Ethiopia."

Audry groaned

"As for Melchior, well, he had sealed himself away in Anatolia, however, after those Ostrogoths invaded, they decided to sack and raid his tomb, and well, they traded him off to some barbarian tribe, the Franks I believe they are called."

Audry groaned again.

"I suggest you take to it as soon as possible. Now, go back to your companions and inform them of what you will be doing after you deal with that little Mecca problem."

"Bye Audry!", Roxanna shouted out innocently as Balthazar snapped his fingers, and Audry's vision went to black.

Audry awoke to the horrible feeling of total fatigue. Everything was back, and she wasn't even able to feel anything around her. It would be a while before she was back at her full faculties.

Berlin, Germany, Ongoing World War 2

Hirutila had seen many abhorrent things in his time as a pirate. The sight of men reduced to nothing more than fleshy puddles of viscera and blood after being crushed, the smell of smoke and charred flesh wafting in the air as he and his men trapped the insubordinate residents of the villages they raided in central buildings to burn after they had become a little too rebellious and insolent. He had heard the screams and cries of his men and the enemy soldiers they faced as they were struck down and fought through their death throes. Yet, despite it all, he found himself uncharacteristically unsettled by the challenge they now faced.

Not a single sound, even the wind seemed to have died in the aftermath of the cities purge. The Heartless had stripped it of any life like a fungus strips bones of any flesh. Each footstep of the party felt unnatural against the absolute silence. Hirutila cringed each time his feet made contact with the soil. It was loose and soft, like sand, no roots to keep it held together, no insects dwelling within to cultivate it. It was not just the animals that had been exorcised, Hirutila took note of the lack of any kind of plant, no trees, no shrubbery, even the grass had withered away into nothing. "Even the earth feels dead..." he uttered out, his voice showing obvious signs of disturbance.

The party would continue on foot for some time, weaving in and out of the empty shells of buildings, taking back routes to avoid the patroling Heartless. About a third through their treck, Hirutila was becoming annoyed by a cool wind blowing along. He ignored it until finally, he had enough of it.

"Does anyone else feel that?" he spoke. He was certain he was not losing his mind just yet, the weather was much milder when they departed from the Gummi Ship, perhaps even warm for those not raised in a desert like him. Yet now it was becoming freezing to the point of being unbearable. "It could not have gotten this cold so quickly..."

Hirutila looked up to see the sky above them had become dominated by Heartless, strange ghostlike figures that swarmed above, eyes emitting a bright yellow searchlight onto the streets below. Hirutila quickly dragged his companions into an alleyway. Hoping to get out of sight. As Hirutila turned to look, the sound of a vehicle followed after the ghosts had passed, with men mounted in the back, carrying weapons. Hirutila was unsure of what they carried, only connecting back to what Georgia had spoken with him about earlier concerning guns. Hirutila shuttered at the thought of coming into direct conflict with one of these patrols.

"Well, it looks like things have gotten a bit harder for what do we do now?"

Mecca, Green Sahara
@Tenma Tendo@Double

Audry raised her arms up, guarding her face as the explosion scattered sand across the battleground. She had to give props to the guy, he was doing better than she expected. His next display had her all the more surprised. The whip he held, it changed into...a keyblade?! Was that even possible? She had never heard the Nazarenes speak on any such thing. Audry briefly pondered over it. Maybe she was just seeing things, the venom from those spikes Rago had bored into her must be playing tricks with her eyes.

Audry cracked open the shotgun's barrel, ejecting an empty shell as she started loading up the weapon again. Cracking it back closed, she took aim at the Lost Soul Beast.

"Silver Bullet!" she yelled out, as her gun began to glow a luminous white as the weapon became infused with the 'Holy' spell, drawing the attention of the Lost Soul beast. As she held on, the energy welled up in the barrel until it was shining, and Audry pulled hard on the trigger, sending the slug inside rocketing out, trailing a path of holy magic behind it as it traveled towards the Lost Soul Beast. Audry had aimed for the beast's eyes, though she doubted her shotgun had enough accuracy to hit on its mark. No...for that she'd need something a little more precise. Audry extended her arm to the side, as the shotgun materialized away into a pale green mist, only for the mist to fall back into place, taking on a new shape, not that of the shotgun, but a rifle. Audry aimed the weapon up once more.

Audry positioned herself, though she found herself stumbling around as she tried. The venom was having some rather interesting effects. Oh...had the Lost Soul Beast always been that shade of rainbow? Had Capella been made entirely of fire this entire time? Why was the sun smiling at her?

Audry held her head, a noxious pain radiating inside of it. She wasn't sure how much longer she was going to be able to last like this. They had better hurry up before she was completely out.

Renovations Might, Renovation
BGM: Friendship

Hirtutila looked over the strange little contraption as Asher placed it into his hand. An earring? Yet it was capable of such feats? Why should it not, he thought to himself, it's not like anything should surprise him anymore. Accepting the small gift from Asher, he pondered over it for a bit more, before tossing such thoughts to the wind and placing the earring in his pocket for later. Piercing wouldn't be an issue. 20 years ago, a bit of a fad for earrings spread to Vandalia via Egypt, and a younger Hirutila was not immune to the peer pressure. Seemed like it id pay off in the end, this earring would be invaluable indeed.

Hirutila gave a small thank you to Asher, before turning his attention to Georgia as well. "If you're taking off, I better go get some sleep for the night," he uttered out, followed by a yawn, which the man tried to cover up. "I don't have your energy anymore". With that, he gave a quick bow and shuffled himself away. The old man was quick to scout out a moogle, to whom he inquired over the location of the bedrooms.

"Oh yes, kupo! The bedrooms are all set up just over that way and don't worry, as we told your younger companion, the pranks were already disarmed, kupo!"

Hirutila stared at the little animal with an expression that could only be described as a three-way mixture of confusion, disapproval, and relief all at once.

"Thank you, he spoke," once again shuffling out of the sight of the creature as he made his way to the room.

"But just a reminder, kupo! Tomorrow, Tocsax has informed us to ensure that everyone is present for his debriefing on the plan of attack, kupo! If you would like for one of us to wake you up, just let us know!"

"Oh," Hirutila spoke, unsure of how to take it. He was not that old, was he? Was the moogle implying that he could not wake up on time, or had Tocsax told them to do so out of a lack of faith in him? None the less, despite whatever reasoning was behind the creature's inquisition, he replied in the affirmative.

"Okay, Kupo! Be sure to get plenty of rest or tomorrow."

With that, the creature was gone, and Hirutila retreated into his new chamber.

A sigh of relief escaped from the old man's mouth as he reclined upon the bed. It had been so long since he had rested upon something other than loose hay over jagged prison stone. Hirutila began to remove the pieces of the armor he was given upon his arrival, unstrapping each component and laying it over in the corner of the room. With both the metaphorical and literal weight off his shoulders, the man began to pay some closer attention to the room. A small meal had been left, kept warm by some kind of magical force it would seem. Hirutila quickly took to devouring the food in such a fashion to put even Snopes to shame. Every flavor was held in his mind for what seemed like an eternity as he ate, returning to his bed satisfied and with a full stomach for the first time in years.

Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment

The words of the Buddha rang through his head as he relaxed. Despite what might come tomorrow, Hirutila took the current moments to enjoy himself. Before long, he was fast asleep.

Alexandria, Isaurian Egypt, Green Sahara, 1245 AD
BGM: Kriegsgaldr

Everything had been assembled for this moment.

Hirutila stood at the helm of the ship, sword drawn as he stared down the coastline. It was possible to see the collection of Egyptian soldiers gathering on the shores to face off with the pirates. The Egyptians were gathered in their formations, preparing for the assault, while Hirutila directed his men to begin the advance onto the shores. A previous battle had crippled their naval forces in Alexandria, and any retribution from their other naval divisions would not be able to arrive in time before the pirates had pillaged the city totally.

Egypt had brought this upon themselves when the Pharaoh ordered the raiding of their bases on Crete. He had picked a fight with the wrong pirates, as Hirutila and Rago were able to gather enough reinforcements and allied pirates to wage a full out war against Egypt. The Pharaoh stood firm against them, refusing all negotiations. Now the two forces met in the battlefield.

The two men had shown the power of their soldiers when they decimated the Alexandrian navy just a day earlier, while their own ships were left strong enough to press the attack on. Now, Hirutila lead the eastern division while Rago held command of the west. Rago encircled the harbor while Hirutila split his forces in half, sending a division of ships to attack the shores around the harbor, while Hirutila and his men entered into the heart of the city via the harbor to attack directly. The Egyptians had abandoned the Harbors defenses, simply retreating into the city and the shores to fight off whatever they could.

The pirate army was massive, its lines filled both by Hirutila and Rago's originally Corsican and Sardinian Vandal pirates, but also with men from the Saxons, Danes, Hausa, Fulani, Libyites, and with the fierce tribals of the Adriatic coast. Allied pirates also made their contribution, as the destruction of Alexandria would be complete by nightfall.

Hirutila made landfall, with his men firing off the cannons, spraying a dust of Gothic fire, that burned even as the waves of the harbor fell upon it. The Egyptians fled as the fire burned away their front lines, as Hirutila and his pirates departed the ship from the sides, landing beyond the flames and advancing like horns for a double-pronged attack on the Egyptians, trapping them between hostile enemies and uncontrolled fires upon the shores.

While Hirutila's men fought with their enemies, he kept a close eye on the shore, as Rago and his men began the attack on their shores.

All seemed to be going well, that was, until something raised its ugly head.

Over the hills, Hirutila caught sight of Egyptian reinforcements.

It was impossible, the Egyptians were caught off guard, there was no way they could have known, no way they could have advanced this far in such a short time.

It was like they had been expecting them.

The addition of Egyptian reinforcements and more allies, and the premature arrival of stronger Egyptian ships, and doom was spelled for the pirates. Bodies of the pirates were flung everywhere as the Egyptians surrounded them. Men riddled with holes as they were cut down by the spears of the phalanges as the encircled his division. Men fled the lines in terror, only to be cut down without mercy. As Hirutila went to try and recollect his army, he felt the sharp pain of a spear lodged into his chest, as he toppled from atop his horse into the dirt, before everything went black.

Renovation's Might, Ongoing World War II

Battle Strategy Conference

Hirutila was awoken by the sound of a moogle.

"Good morning, kupo! You had better get ready to make sure you're on time for the debriefing, kupo."

The man groaned, guess there was no time for meditation this morning.

As Hirutila listened to Tocsax's plan, but was caught off guard by one thing. The city, Berlin. Where there even cities that far north? Europe was a hellhole, full of savages who barely knew how to use wheels. The idea of those people being able to construct cities and modern technology was completely incomprehensible to him. He knew not to be surprised by anything, but there was only so far that he would be able to suspend his disbelief.

When Tocsax said that one of the groups would be going to Britain, Hirutila burst out laughing uncontrollably.

"Britain!?" he said between his fits of laughter. "Oh, I don't envy you.".

Britain was the worst of places in the already savage continent of Europe. The people ran around hairy and naked, living in mud and straw houses and herding sheep and cattle. The men all had 7 or 8 wives, and they sacrificed children and prisoners of war to their gods in giant wicker men by setting the structure on fire. Or so he had been told, he had never actually once set foot on Britain. Though he imagined that even if the British here were different, they still had to be savages, same with the Germans they were about to meet. In his head, he imagined Europe as being just as backward and primitive as his own homeland. The people must be living out of metal shacks in villages. He would have to see. And with that, he boarded after the others, waiting for the arrival in Berlin.

Southend-on-Sea, United Kingdom, Ongoing World War 2
BGM: Orchid Horror

It was absolutely necessary to be as vigilant as possible in these times. Two British soldiers, part of a division deployed to protect the little coastal town of Southend-on-Sea, were watching over the sea in the event of a naval invasion from the Germans. Though such an invasion had yet to happen, and in contrast to London, Southend-on-Sea saw more trouble from refugees from the rest of Britain, as well as Mainland Europe. Almost overnight the city had become full of Dutch and French speakers as well as those fleeing the chaos in the larger cities of the island, to the chagrin of the local inhabitants. Thus the usual fray was keeping the peace more than fighting Hitler's monsters.

The two men were drinking from a pack of beer and eating as they did their rounds.

"Hey, over there!" one of the soldiers shouted, pointing out a direction that his partner quickly turned to, binoculars in hand.

There, in the middle of the ocean, was a man upon some sort of raft, rowing his way to the shore.

The two men looked on in disbelief. Such a sight was not totally, uncommon, but the idea of it just being single person paddling his way to Britain on a shoddy raft that had them surprised. The soldiers seemed totally baffled as to where he could have come from.

"It's a black guy, looking like he came straight outta the bible, paddling in from the Dutch coast."

The soldiers drove up to meet with the man, as he arrived.

"You're safe now," one of the men told the stranger, "What's your name?"

"Zekaraya," he replied.

"I see, and what are you doing here? Where did you come from?"

The man ignored their question, instead, inquiring upon his own plans.

"How do I get to London?"

"London?" the two soldiers looked at each other, "You don't want to go to London, mate. The whole place is swarming with monsters. Safest place to be right now is here in Southend.

"I have a meeting," Zekaraya spoke, attempting to leave, only to be held in place by a soldier. He responded with a swing of his sword, taking the soldiers head clean off.

As the other went to attack, Zekaraya simply raised his hand, as the man combusted, burning in flames.

Zekaraya took a look around, noticing the vehicle in their possession. The angel had made him aware of these things. Rummaging through the soldiers' belongings, he came across the keys, commandeering their vehicle and making his way to London, to seek out his two targets.

Mecca, Green Sahara, 1250 AD
BGM: Battle 2
@Tenma Tendo@Double

The mixture of lightning and fire nipped at Audry's face as Rago pushed his blade harder against her own, the weapons coming dangerously close to her own face. Thinking quickly, Audry reached for her gun and fired a few shots into Rago's stomach with her free hand. The other stepped back, furious at the wounds, giving Audry time to position herself back. The opportunity gave her a chance to hurl a fireball of her own at the attacker. The spell connected, lighting the silken garment Rago wore on fire, as it burned away, revealing the man's chest and abdomen.

Audry looked on in surprise and horror as she saw the gunshots begin to close off, and the burns heal, as if by magic. Tendrils of blood whipped their way across the wounds, interlocking with themselves, as flesh grew over the mesh until the wound was as if it had never been there at all. Audry gritted her teeth, firing another bold of flames, however, Rago responded this time with a barrier, destroying the fireball as it crashed onto the ward.

In turn, he manifested a black orb before him, which exploded into a flurry of needles, all of which were directed at Audry. The girl held up a ward of her own, but the strength failed to stop at least some of the needles, which dug into her, prompting the young woman to drop her weapon and fall upon the ground. Rago jumped forward, swinging his blade upon her, however, the magicite instinctively threw up a barrier, which Rago slammed his blade against angrily, unable to break through. Audry felt the magical needles burn as they released a cocktail of poison into her body, leaving her in silent agony as she began to feel herself begin to fade out of consciousness. Audry managed to stand herself up, throwing the barrier off of her to meet Rago in battle again, blades welling up with electricity as she shot it at the swordsman, leaping into the air to attack as he toppled over.

The two blades met once more, as Rago forced the woman off of him with a casting of Aero. Audry cringed as she fell to he feet, the poisons increasing in intensity as she fought.

Rago smiled watching the girl slowly succumb to the poison. "You have the bug too, don't you. I can see it in your eyes." Rago taunted, pointing out his own eyes, that now glowed with the same sickly green as her own. "And yet you don't even know how to heal yourself with it yet?". Rago manifested another dark orb, this time, however, instead of breaking apart into needles, the orb simply coalesced into a single dark blade, that rushed forward at Audry, barely giving her enough time to escape, but grazing her off arm, leaving a deep, painful cut, that burned further with the poison it left on her wound.

Audry cried out in pain, as Rago continued to taunt her, "You can't heal, can't use any spell more complex than beginner magic, I bet you can't even teleport yet." he muttered, advancing towards the injured woman. But Rago wasn't completely right about that last one. As he came closer, Audry's blade disappeared in a flash of green light, in its place, a shotgun manifested. Audry may not have learned how to teleport herself and other large objects to specific locations, but she knew enough on how to make use of 'hammerspace'.

As Rago rose his arm to attack, Audry's eyes flashed out of the darkness as she perked up, and fired the gun into Rago. The shot, augmented with fire magic, cut a large hole into Rago's body, causing the man to fall back in agony, and as he tried to heal the wound, another was blown into him just under his shoulder. Audry stepped forward, firing another blast at his leg, directly into Rago's knee, leaving him unable to move back further. As she stepped forth to deliver the killing blow, Rago desperately waved his arm over himself, teleporting himself away from the battle.

At that moment, Audry caught sight of her allies, Capella and the would be sacrifice she had saved. Capella seemed to be taking care of the Heartless. The man was moving in to attack the giant beast that the army was trying to contain. She would give him a hand.

Malachi was gritting his teeth in anger as the Soldier's were unable to simply detain the creature. The army had sustained enough losses.

"That's it, we're pulling back immediately!" he shouted, as the creature was distracted by the arrival of another. "We've taken too many losses, we need to regroup in Sana'a. We'll prepare to return and take Mecca afterward." Malachi gave the order for the army to begin the return to their base, where they would take portals back to Sana'a, and then march onto Mecca once they had replaced their loses. The lost soul beast was fighting with Ezra, giving him just enough time to do so. Malachi gave the beacon for the Heartless to follow.

"Do not think you have won just yet, for you have simply made me aware of what you can do."

Mecca, Green Sahara
@Tenma Tendo@Double

BGM: Hellfire continues

Before he had a chance to even speak, the freed prisoner had escaped the bondage of the spell, and stood before him, crackling darkness wicking off of his body like water off wax. In the blink of an instant, the armored man was there no more, replaced with a beasty creature, the same that had been depicted in the protective casing around him. Malachi stood in awe, looking over the beast, a smile came to his face as he looked upon it. That power, he had known that his observations were correct. But the power was that armor. Yes, experimentation be damned, he would make a fine addition to the Messiah's army.

"Capture that creature!" Malachi barked out to the Axumite legionaries, who nodded in agreement as they began to advance towards what was once Shun. The legionaries held their swords out, as the weapons glowed with a blinding white as beams of energy fired upon the beast. Malachi's expression changed rapidly from that of gleeful awe to one of horror and fury as he saw the Lost Soul Beast go into action, cutting down the legionaries like nothing. Soldier after soldier fell to the beast as Malachi roared in anger.

"Horsemen! Surround and lasso!"

At his command, the mounted noblemen went into action, surrounding the beast with a double encirclement of horses, tossing thick electrified chains at the creature, wrapping the weapons around its limbs and neck, as the legionaries continued their assault with castings of Holy and Firaga upon the beast. But a simple torque of the beast's limbs was enough to pull the magicite enhanced soldiers from their steeds, dragging the men through the dirt, tossing them into the sky like dolls as they lost hold of the chains. Malachi cursed, screaming orders at the soldiers as they tried and failed to detain the rampaging beast. But the battle had only just begun, as the Axumite Legions found themselves facing not only the beast, but the strange, bluish creatures that crawled out of its shadow. The beasts overtook the Soldiers, as they turned to face them, only to fall victim to the still rampaging creature. The Lost Soul Beast and Unversed had totally taken hold of his attention, not noticing the two women descending from above to join the fray.

Audry could feel her feet sinking into the sand as she ran, raising her sword, now crackling and bursting with lightning that jumped off the blade, frenzy in the air as she rushed forward. She leaped, swinging the blade forward to cut down the first of the legionaries that she came upon, directing the blade to fire out a chain of lightning that jumped between the men just ahead of her. Audry seized up as she saw Shun make his final stand, looking on in pure horror as she saw him transform into the Lost Soul Beast. In the brief moment of her terror, she was pulled out by a familiar voice echoing from overhead to land at the would-be sacrifice. She got the message, though no further words were exchanged.

Malachi's attention was pulled away from the chaos by the sound of Capella's call. His eyes narrowed upon her.

"Rago," he uttered out, as his assistant's glowing green eyes turned to him.

"Your time has come for vengeance. Go take care of the girl."

Rago smiled savagely. "With pleasure."

Leaping into the air, Rago landed only a short distance away from Capella. The man stood before her. No remnants of their previous encounter seemed to remain, the charred flesh she left him with before was gone, as if it had never been there to begin with. His previous orange garment was replaced with that of a light blue one to match Malachi's priestly garb.

"Do you remember me, girl?" Rago seemed to purr out, his voice low and rumbling, with a hint of humor underneath. "Our last encounter was far from fair, but I've taken steps to make sure that we will have a more fair fight this time." As he finished speaking, Rago raised up his sword, the same twisted iron blade from before, but this time it glowed brightly with fire. But has he attempted to swing the blade down upon Capella and Ezra, a curtain of flames rose up between the woman and her attacker. Rago screeched in rage and turned his head over to the source of the barrier. Audry's hand still glowed with the flames, as she stared down the man. Rago charged at her, as the barrier around Capella fell.

Malachi grunted in annoyance, as he raised his other free hand to catch the attention of the Heartless.

"Go forth and deal with that woman!" he yelled, pointing his finger over to Capella, as the heartless obeyed, rushing over like a swarm to the location of the Star Child and the fallen Ezra.

Meanwhile, the people of Mecca had taken refuge behind the summoned altar. Abu Talib attempted to calm the Meccans, and direct them back into the safety of the city's walls. However, he found himself being the target of insults lobbied against him by his fellow tribal leaders.

"Abu Talib! Will you turn our people against our benefactors! Let the men of Mecca fight alongside the Axumites!" yelled Abu Lahab, pointing his finger at the other.

Abu Talib scoffed. "This fight is beyond the capacity of our own warriors, Abu Lahab. Would you have it that our men are killed to the last individual? The Axumites wish to defend us, then let them defend us. If they want to take our soverignty, then let them pay the price."

Abu al-Hakim entered into the conversation at the side of Abu Lahab. "You speak out of fear, Abu Talib. As their subjects we are obligated to aid them."

"Their subjects?" the other shouted, "We are not their subjects yet!"

Abu Talib's retort was met with Abu Lahab raising his hand to smack the other leader down. "Do not jeapordize the survival of this city, Abu Talib. We had predicted that you would not see reason. Did you think that these negotiations meant anything? We have already decided the fate of Mecca without you!"

As Abu Talib rose out of the sand, he sneered in rage. "You sold us out to the Axumites behind all of our backs!" he screamed, rushing to attack the other two. "You have killed us all. Abu Lahab! You have fed us all to the Flames! Amr ibn Hisham, Abu al-Hakim! You deserve no to wear that name! You are no father of wisdom, you are a fool! Anta Abu Jahl, you are the father of ignorance!"

But the two men were more than capable of overpowering the other tribal leader, beating him and tossing him into the crowd.

"If any other wishes to stand against us, know that we have the backing of the Axumites! If you stand against us, know we can destroy you with ease!"

Mecca, Green Sahara
@Tenma Tendo@Double

BGM: The Maiden

A genuine yet discomforted smile appeared on Audry's face, undercut by a look of sadness.

"You're bleeding", she spoke, eyes moving towards the fresh gash left over the girl's eye. Audry made no gestures of aggression nor hostility, merely a concerned look. "It's a long story but, I was sent to protect you. If you'll let me, I can heal you."

Audry advanced towards Capella, walking slowly, and reaching her hand out, slowly as not to invoke a defensive reaction from the other, but offering her the chance to comply. The familiar glowing green eyes no longer narrowed in opposition as before but open and inviting. "There is a lot that needs to be said, and to be explained. She looked away as she spoke, eyes turning away from Capella towards the ground. "I can't change what has happened before...but, I can only ask that you forgive the harshness of our encounters.". The smile returned to her face, "I'm Audry, I was sent to protect you.". Her hand remained outstretched, inviting the other woman to take hold of it, the palm and fingers emanating and glowing with faint energy, calming simply to look at.

"Where I am from, they call you Jadyata al-Nujumiyyah.", she spoke, "The Nazarenes, I mean. When I lived with them, they told me about how you saved the founder of their order, and how you saved the world from the False Messiah. But, something happened, and...they needed to send someone back to help you.". Audry returned to her awkward phrasing, eyes once more turning away. "So...they sent me.". Audry cursed herself under her breath. In the short time that she had arrived she had already more than likely compromised a good deal of the mission. The Nazarenes had proven themselves mistaken in their assessment of her abilities. The Gummi Ship was lost, Yevon had been lost in whatever spacial flux that transpired with the collapse of the ship's medium. "But I suppose I don't know your real name!", she responded, as if jerking herself out of the depressive slump back into a chipper mood, a bright smile returning to her face in that brief moment.

Below the Bluff
BGM: Malachi

As the procession approached the gates of Mecca, a small collection of the city's leaders had gathered, the tribesmen speaking among themselves until the advance of the Axumite excursion had finally appeared beyond the horizon. The forces of the Ethiopians were not particularly large, but the Meccans struggled to remain steadfast in the presence of such imposing soldiers. At the head of the party was the leader, Malachi, seated upon his mount, a dwarf elephant, one of the last of its kind, captured and broken specifically for his use. Flanking him were a collection of powerful soldiers, dressed in resplendent armor and luxurious furs, carrying long polearms to show their status. Behind the nobles was a small dispatching of infantrymen, dressed in simple armor and bearing banners of the Kingdom of Axum with them. The human soldiers bore a striking trait, glowing green eyes that seemed to shine out of the darkness of their helmets, as if phosphorescent. But perhaps what frightened the men of Mecca most of all were the legions of heartless that followed in formation with the standard soldiers, still small in number but nearly twice that of the standard swordsmen and the horsemen.
As the Axumites came closer to the gates, the three most senior tribal leaders stepped forward to meet them. Abu Talib, Abu al-Hakim, and Abu Lahab all undertook the ceremonial motions, Abu al-Hakim taking hold of a quiver of arrows, and throwing them at the feet of Malachi, who awaited the assessment from the decided diviner.

"Hubal smiles upon our negotiations" he announced.

While up on the bluff, Audry's attention was briefly turned away from Capella as she heard the commotion and sounds coming from below.

"Huh? What the?"

She rushed over to the edge of the cliff to get a better look

Back at the city gates, Malachi stood upon a platform to address the people of the city.

"People of Mecca! While my army has come today to take control of your city, do not fear our coming, for the wise men of your tribes have settled upon an agreement that will ensure your autonomy even under the rule of our blessed Messiah. All we ask is the rights to take of your food and water as we need, and to root out any subversive elements that may dwell within your walls."

The Meccans remained caught in their fears, yet Malachi continued his speech.

"To prove that your right to worship your gods will continue under the protection of the Messiah, and that we will not force you to our ways, we shall provide an offering to your lords Hubal, Shams, Bal, Allat, Al-'Uzza and Manat, with the blood of one of our own to demonstrate the sacrifices we are willing to make for you as our subjects."

With the wave of a hand, the soldiers at Malachi's sides advanced, pulling forward a collection of tinder and wood, which the leader ignited with a burst of flames. Meanwhile, the soldiers went back to retrieve the sacrifice. Between the two recent prisoners, the soldiers decided upon Ezra to be the sacrifice. The men took hold of him, dragging him through the sands over to the burning pyre. Though Shun was struck with the paralyzing spell, he would begin to feel the effect rapidly fading away. The armor he was cloaked in upon his arrival had weakened the magic, and now the effects began to decay away. All the while, the soldiers tossed the still stiff body of his brother at the feet of their leader, who took hold of Ezra, raising him before the three Tribal Leaders, and proclaimed,

"With this man, burned to ashes for the honor of the Gods and Lords of Mecca, may our new alliance and integration into one nation be fruitful and prosperous!"

"Yallahi! They're going to burn him alive!", Audry screamed in horror as she saw the pyre lit and the leader of the forces announce his desires. Without thinking, Audry leaped off of the cliff face, landing hard into the sand and rolling a short distance before taking off running full speed towards the conference. There was no time for thinking, just to save this man, whoever he may be, and get out before anyone noticed her. Not that she really knew how she was going to do it, but she'd figure it out when the time came.

Renovation's Might, Renovation

The image of a sling firing stone after stone faster than he could comprehend send a cold jolt down Hirutila's spine. It was moments like this that made him wary of this entire trip. The Emperor and the rest of these people were fools. He fought with swords and crossbows, this was an element that he was not certain he could even make the jump to effectively fight in. Georgia assured him that she had a method deal with such things, but the thought still left a feeling of deep unease in his stomach. The journey they were to go one seemed to get ever more difficult and imposing as time went on. This wasn't like piracy, pirates and the Marines he fought would at least have abided by the laws of his own world's reality, yet here everything was turned on its head. Hirutila sighed at the thought. Georgia even seemed to express discontent, the look of anguish on her face only served to make his anxieties increase. Georgia knew these things, yet she did not seem to be any more eased by her knowledge. It was terrifying to say the least.

Hirutila followed after the girl and her pet towards the two other new arrivals. Hirutila was unsure of how to parse the trio of brothers that had made their late arrival to the party. A strange mixture of innocence and stern orthodoxy was the theme that he perceived of these two who the little dinosaur had lead them to. Hirutila had to at least attest to the novelty of the creature. Never before had he seen anything quite like it, and what exactly it was and where it came from intrigued him. He had some ideas, the creature resembled a cross between a lizard and large bird. The Greeks living in Egypt often told tales of a local creature called an ichneumon, that killed and hunted dragons for food. They were like large roosters but lacked feathers for scales. Was this creature really an ichneumon? The girl did say that her ancestors came from Africa, though he did not place her as an Egyptian.

Hirutila perished the thoughts over the animal for a second and focused on its behaviors. The animal was certainly useful, like a dog of some sort, though he imagined far more dangerous. The third brother, Agni was his name if he remembered correctly, also made the dog analogy, but he emphasized the differences above all. Hirutila was taken aback by the sudden change he underwent at the strike of his younger sibling. Hirutila frowned, annoyed with the mysteries and surprises that kept popping up. He could only hope that things would even out eventually, though somewhere in his mind he seriously doubted that to ever happen.
fine by me

Capella's Gummi Ship, Green Sahara
@Tenma Tendo

A series of distressed kupos echoing out from the cockpit caught Audry's attention. Yevon had yet to make a return to the conference room, and the growing despair in the little creature's voice was catching her attention. Figuring that Yevon would likewise hear the noises and come to investigate, Audry leaped out of her seat, and began the advance towards the pilot's section. The first connection with feet upon the ground was met with a low vibration running throughout the entirety of the vehicle.

Must be turbulence, maybe we hit a storm... Audry pondered as she continued on her path. The vibrations became increasingly intense with each step, as a low, resonant sound began to echo through the air. Audry's eyebrows furrowed at the sound, unsure of what it could be, that was until she was knocked off her feet as she was thrown to the wall with great force and the lights were cut to darkness, managing to pick herself up and tossing herself into the doorway. Finally entering into the cockpit, she was met with a panicked Amalthea slamming onto the ship's controls, with a distressed kupo with each peck of the buttons and pull of the levers.

"Kupo! Kupo! Kupo!!!! We've lost control, the whole ship is going down, I can't control it, Kupo!

Audry's face was washed pale upon the news of the imminent descent.

"You've lost control!? Ho-How!!! I thought you were the pilot for this thing!"

Amalthea demonstrated the complete loss of control, pushing onto the light switch, but no lights returning. "The power is gone, kupo! The panel doesn't connect to anything! There might be something wrong with our engine, and if there is, kupo, it could be really ba...

The Moogle's fears were met with a loud explosion, followed by a series of smaller explosions.

The pale Audry immediately turned pure white as she heard the bursts. "Wh-what was that?"

Amalthea stammered out her reply, "The-The Gummi Blocks are collapsing, kupo. This whole ship is going to collapse in on itself!"

"What!" was all Audry could spit out before the entire room exploded into purple mist, as the Moogle standing just before her was pulled away at light speed, fading away into red before disappearing entirely. The former interior of the ship disappeared into an orb of purple behind Amalthea that disappeared with her, as Audry was left in pure darkness, only for the entire space around her to become consumed with light so bright that she could not help but let out a scream of agony before all consciousness was ripped from her.

Just outside of Mecca, Green Sahara
BGM: Sandy Badlands

Audry opened her eyes met with a curious crow that stared at her. The woman responded by shooing away the bird, which let out an annoyed caw as it took off with its kin. The heat radiating from above was more than she could bear, removing the heavy jacket she was wearing, and tying the garment around her waist, exposing the sleeveless black top underneath. As she looked to her sides, she caught sight of Amalthea and Capella, both unconscious, at her sides, but one of the party was not accounted for.

"Yevon?" she inquired, met with no response. "Yevon!" She called out, still receiving no reply. Audry rose to her feet, running a short distance into the sand, still receiving no response. That was until she was found by a figure in the sands

"Looking for someone?", the man asked.

Audry instinctively rose her blade, though the woman was quickly disarmed with a wave of the other figure's hand, as the blade dematerialized, reappearing in the other's hand.

Audry glared hatefully. "Who are you?", she snarled.

"My name is not important, Audry, what is important is the task ahead of you. A noble task indeed."

Audry screamed, "Tell me your damn name!"

The man smiled, though a look of disappointment was present as well. "Perhaps I have come at the wrong time... You must be distressed, very well. I will return when you are of more sound mind."

As if in the blink of an eye, the man was gone, only the silver sword of Audry in his place, stabbed blade into the ground. She went to pick it up, examining the weapon before returning it to the holster. A mirage, just a mirage..., she repeated in her head, as she walked back to the two other survivors of the explosion.

Barracks, Axum, Green Sahara
BGM: Malachi

"Prepare the captives for transport, we will be departing for Mecca immediately."

The soldiers of Malachi were collecting a plethora of creatures to be transported through the Barracks portal to the exit portal to the Meccan encampment. It had been only a short few weeks, and already the Meccans were preparing for the total surrender of the city in exchange for being spared from total destruction. Malachi had a plan to win over their hearts, and the collection of cattle and other such creatures would be for such use.

A soldier under Malachi's command would be there to haul the two stunned captives into the cart next exiting the portal, which would be transporting Malachi himself as well. Ezra was quickly hauled into the back of the wagon with very little trouble. The soldiers then turned their attention to his brother. One whistled with admiration at the armor the other was wearing.

"Take a look at this one! How much you figure that cost him?"

The soldier took hold of Shun's paralyzed body, however, his hands quickly were pulled back, a cry of great pain coming off as he dropped the captive to the floor, looking on in horror at the burns covering the insides of his hands. "The armor is cursed!" the soldier shouted, getting the attention of Malachi, who walked over to the two.

"Control yourselves when handling my belongings!" The Mage shouted, looking over to the burned soldier.

"This one wears cursed armor, sir, we cannot touch him."

Malachi was intrigued.

"You, soldier, load this man into the cargo at once."

The other soldier looked at Malachi in horror. "You..You want me to touch him? After what happened to..?"

"Yes, pick him up and deposit him into the cart!"

The other soldier looked over once more, before doing as commanded, only to let out another scream as his hands touched the armor. Malachi looked over Shun, curious as to the nature of his wear.

"Very well, It seems I must take care of this myself," Malachi spoke, summoning his magic to levitate Shun's body up, and place him into the carriage without the need to touch him. "Now then, we depart for Mecca at once."

The soldier agreed, running to get the cart ready to leave through the portal. Mecca proper would be only a short while away.

"Inform the men to have the altar and the fires ready as soon as I arrive, the sacrifices will proceed the peace negotiations," Malachi informed them, as he took his seat next to the carriage driver.

And with that, the group was off through the portal to Mecca.

Renovation's Might, Renovation
BGM: Moogle Theme

"I will try to make myself as useful as possible. Though I do have some questions.", Hirutila replied, "Firstly, What is a gun?"

As Georgia inquired as to the location of the kitchen, Hirutila caught the odor of cooking vegetables in the air.

"If my nose is correct, it's just down this way." he chimed in, pointing in the direction of the smell. Leading her to the source of the smell, Hirutila peaked into the room, to be met with the sight of Moogles providing the dinosaur with a veritable banquet of food. Hirutila sighed at the nonsense, "Well, there he is." he spoke.
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