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The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

And posssted! 8D I want to say thank you to Rex for her help with the collab and all of her wonderful help with castshots and other art chores now that my Photoshop is a big smelly booger breath >8C

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Written by Dannyel

Weeks after the Masked Phantom Caper Aliquam: “Dylan, are you sure about this?” Dalia asked, standing in the doorway as if to block him. Not that she could really stop him if he wanted to get past, but it was the symbol that mattered. He turned, finally finished with his primping, giving his sister a small smile. “Yeah, Dalia, I need this. And I think he does too.” Crossing the room, he gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. “It’ll be fine. What’s the worst that could happen?” “You could tear his throat out,” she replied, a frown on her face. Dylan flushed. That damned wine. “I admit I wasn’t at my best, but that’s why I need to talk to him.” “He could break your heart again.” “Come on, Dalia,” he said with a lopsided grin. “I’m tougher than that now.” He nudged her out of the way. “Besides, it’s time you got to the Academy. I’ll find you afterwards.” “Alright. Be careful.” “I will.” He eased past her, heading out of the house. “And stop worrying!” He twirled around, enjoying the feeling of the sun on his skin. It was good to be out of the house at last. Sure he had plenty of visitors during his convalescence, but it was not the same. And the one person he needed to talk to, even if he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to talk to him, had been the only one to not drop by. Well, it was time to take matters into his own hands. It was a nice day for a walk, and it would give him time to prepare. He wished he could take his actions back, that he had the strength to not be so terrible to Tobias and everyone around him. Whatever had happened between them, whatever terrible things Tobias had done to him, it did not excuse Dylan’s actions. By the time he arrived at Tobias’ Manor - a place he knew nearly as well as the Academy or even his own home - he felt ready. At peace. And a little bit eager. He pressed the doorbell, waiting patiently for the door to opened. “Mister Sanders?” One of the servants was staring at him in shock, clearly surprised to find him standing there. “I - we - didn’t expect you.” “Allie, isn’t it?” Dylan smiled at her as she nodded. “Is Tobias in?” She hesitated for a moment, gnawing her lip. “Please Allie, I want to speak with him.” “I can announce you,” she said at last. “But I cannot guarantee that he’ll meet with you.” “I understand.” Dylan shrugged. “It’s all that I can ask.” Allie stood aside, letting him enter the foyer as she ran off to find her master. Dylan got comfortable, inspecting the new art pieces that Tobias had acquired since he had left. He hadn’t taken time to really appreciate them on the night of the party, too caught up in a spiral of spite and hate to bother. It was a shame, because if not else Tobias’ taste remained as impeccable as ever. If only he didn’t try to acquire lovers like his art pieces, bought and paid then left on display as a sign of prestige. “Dylan?” Tobias stood at the top of the staircase, looking as impeccable as ever. Every little thing about him was perfectly styled, from his clothes to his hair to even the measured expression on his face. “I...did not expect this.” He walked down the staircase, each step precise and controlled, his body wound tight as a wire and just about ready to snap. “Is there something I can do for you?” “Yeah,” Dylan said. “You can talk with me.” Tobias’ eyes widened, a momentary weakness, and Dylan pressed forward before the opportunity was lost. “If you have the time.” A moment passed, a long moment that felt like an eternity as Dylan waited on bated breath. Then, at last, his former lover spoke. “Alright. The gardens?” Dylan swallowed hard, remembering all the times they spent out in the gardens. He had painted there, Tobias lounging with book and wine it hand. Fragments of memories flashed through his mind, remnants of a happier time. “That sounds nice.” Tobias noded, turning sharply on his heel, and Dylan hurried to follow. Falling into place beside him, Dylan tried to ignore the gulf that separated them. It was was only a foot of space, but the moved in tandem, avoiding each other with a grace that almost seemed practiced. Dylan shoved his hands in his pockets, shoulders slumping forward. What had he been thinking, coming here like this out of the blue? Tobias through the door open, walking out onto the balcony that overlooked the gardens. Leaning against the railing, he took a deep steadying breath. “I see you’re feeling better.” “Yeah, just needed some bed rest.” Dylan stood next to him, staring out over the garden. The roses were already in bloom, a lush and beautiful backdrop to the manor. He had always loved the roses here. “I wanted to apologize.” Tobias glanced over at him sharply. “You wanted to apologize to me?” “Just for my behaviour at your party,” Dylan said quickly. “It was...poor of me. I should not have -” “Drank so much?” Tobias interrupted, the barest hint of a smile on his face. There he went, laying on the charm, as easily and unconsciously as breathing. “To start with.” Dylan stared down at his hands, it was easier than meeting Tobias’ gaze. “And how I acted towards you during the mission at the Academy. You were just trying to help, in your own way.” “You don’t have to apologize.” Sliding over to where Dylan stood, Tobias wrapped his hand around Dylan’s and squeezed tightly. For a moment it felt right, natural, a bit like home, if Dylan would admit it to himself, but then Tobias moved away. “I know it’s too late for us,” Tobias said, quietly, more sincere than Dylan had expected from him, “but for what it’s worth, I’m sorry. You deserved better.” “Better than you?” Dylan said with a hint of smile. “I thought such a thing did not exist.” Tobias laughed. “An overall better man? Not a chance. But a better boyfriend? Yeah, there’s bound to be one out there for you.” He smiled - a small, open thing that Dylan had only seen a few times, and only when alone. “And I hope you find him.” Acting on impulse, Dylan seized Tobias by his perfectly pressed shirt and dragged him forward. “For old times’ sake,” he said softly, placing a gentle kiss on Tobias’ lips. It was a short, sweet thing, full of forgiveness and regret. “For what could have been,” Tobias muttered, stealing one last kiss himself. “Now get out of here before I go terribly roguish and seduce you.” Dylan chuckled. “Probably for the best then. You do horrors for my self control.” . He was almost to the balcony door when Tobias spoke. “Next time you’re in Aliquam?” “We’ll see, Tobias.” It was the best he could do. The wiser part of him told him that he should shut the door completely, prevent Tobias from ever sinking his claws into him again. But he was a romantic, and part of him hoped that one day Tobias would change. Perhaps in a year, two years, ten years, Tobias would be ready for him. But for now, he was a dog. And there was nothing Dylan could do but accept it. And if not...well, it wasn’t like he had made any promises. One Week Later “Dylan, there’s a package for you!” “Really?” Dylan hurried over to his sister. Had the Pride sent him something already? He was itching to catch up to them, even if his magic was still spotty and limited since he lost his focus. “Who’s it from?” “See for yourself,” Dalia said, a coy smile on her face. She passed him the package, wrapped tightly in the finest wrapping paper. It was heavy in his hands, and Dylan quickly ripped it open. Inside was another slate, just like the one that had been destroyed. He could feel the magic stir within him, instantly responding to the power of the focus. “Oh, Aislin.” These things were incredibly rare - nearly impossible to find. And even then, the gald for purchasing it would have been mindboggling. “How?” “Look, there’s a note.” He glanced down, only now realizing that a slip of paper had fallen onto the table. Dylan picked it up, a smile creeping on his face as he recognized the handwriting. Keep safe, darling. I fully expect you to keep your promise and return one day. Your patron, Tobias

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Collab between Pach and Rex

“Man this place is giving me the willies,” “C’mon Tiberius… it’s not that bad. Bwahaha! I thought you were a man! You can’t be afraid of some oversized bugs!!” “Shut it, Largo, it’s not funny!!” The Forest of Atareb 24 years ago Largo Mann: F Rank Guilder: Age 24 Tiberius jumped back out of fright once again as a small insect shot out from the shrubs to his side. A loud, wailing pitch escaped his lips, and his hands shot about in front of him, waving from side to side in an effort to shoo the bug away. The moth casually avoided all of the Fire Swordsman’s struggles, and eventually plopped itself on the Guilder’s head. “Yahhh!” Tiberius screamed. He curled his hands into a fist and swung towards the moth, missing as it took flight a second beforehand and inadvertently slugging himself in the face instead. “This imbecile, I swear…” Matthew snarled from behind, as he and the rest of their group continued to walk forwards through the Forest of Atareb – Largo and Rachael took the lead, with Matthew and Tiberius following in the center. Behind them was their emerald tressed cleric Jade, and finally behind them all, the group’s leader and experienced mentor Damas. As he walked, his arms folded across his chest, the bearded man with the great axe strapped to his back shared the rest of his team’s reactions in shaking his head at Tiberius’ distress. “Tiberius, if insects bother you so much, why did you come with us? You could have stayed behind at the Guild,” The flame haired swordswoman Rachael sighed, before she turned her focus back on the path ahead. “B-b-bothered? Who said anything about bothered!” Tiberius’ hands soothed his aching red face. A quick glance to Jade saw a nonplussed expression returned his way and a shrugging of the shoulders. She didn’t mind healing her companions injuries in any way, but she drew the line at the point where they were self inflicted. “Besides… a mission’s a mission. When someone’s causing trouble by controlling lots of giant bugs, well… we need to stop them, right?” “Yahaha! And how are you going to fight those monsters when you can’t even look at them?” “I said shut up, Largo!” “Wait,” Rachael suddenly stopped, her hand grasping the hilt of her sword. As soon as the swordswoman stopped, Largo and the others followed suit, reaching for their own weapons. Only Damas remained with his arms folded. All of them looked ahead, to the top of one of the forest’s slopes, and at a figure looking back down at them, butterflies, moths and ladybugs all flying about her, and several ants, beetles and other insects all marching beneath her feet. Insects of a regular size, and none of the rumoured giant ones that were apart of their mission. Even still… could this beautiful lilac haired young woman… be the cause of all these problems…? “Hey, you, lady!” Tiberius shouted, raising his finger and pointing it directly at the young woman. “Who the hell are you?” "Oh?" The young woman turned around to face them. Her smile was... eerily bright. "Who am I? You got my name right the first time, actually! I should ask who you are, kiddo!" She turned her back to them again and carried on as she had been before - feeling around the trunk of a tree, looking it up and down and peering around it before pressing forward. She glanced over her shoulder, her smile unfading. "Could you maybe scream a little less, please? You're scaring my friends." "...friends?" One of Tiberius' brows arched up warily. "Yeah! Loads of them. We're working on this mission together. Please don't tell me you're here to get in my way... they wouldn't like that. Ah! There she is!" Just around the tree the purple-haired woman clung onto was a monstrous-sized herculean beetle, with snapping pinsirs large enough to sever any human dumb enough to get caught. She approached it anyway, her arms down low. "Easy girl, easy..."

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Aliquam: Cervantés Mansion

Dylan whistled with a bright and wide smile as he leaned out of his window and watched his friends walking out of the mansion, Xandra blushing in a beautiful dress picked out by Aria and Estelle, to grace Angel by the hands as he led them towards an awaiting carriage that would take them to what Angel assured his friend was the finest restaurant in the entire town. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he watched them, and from his vantage point he could also barely see over the fence that grew around the perimeter of the pool with which the others were being… particularly loud from. Trixie, Lucien and Syed yelling in the pool, Sebastian neighing with a laugh near to Moira (who promptly told the horse to shut up lest he be pushed into the pool next) and Simon lying fatigued against the fence with a bloody nose…

…it was just another day in the lives of his most special of friends in the Pride.

He leaned down and began rummaging through his belongings, picking out of his pack his sketchbook and pencils. As he leaned back against the window frame (something Dalia would kill him for were she to see), he began to start sketching them all. Later on, he promised himself to transform this into a painting… one of his largest, and most grandest. Before, he had made a painting for Estelle when she had briefly departed them. This time, his painting would include everyone.

He laughed again as he saw Estelle and Aria sneaking out to grab another carriage to follow behind Xandra and Angel. The pair of them planned to follow this date with much scrutiny…



“I heard from Dalia what’s happening,” A voice called from behind Dylan, and he turned his head to see the pleasant wind mage approach, carrying two cups of coffee, one in each hand. He gently placed one for Dylan on his bedside cabinet, and then sipped his own. “You’re taking a break, Dylan?”

“…Dalia’s already going around telling people? Oh Aislin…” Dylan muttered beneath a facepalm. “Yes… if that’s okay with everyone, I think I’ll take a short break. But I’ll catch you all up before you know it!”

“I don’t doubt it,” Marcus laughed. “We’ll miss you Dylan, but like you said, it’ll only be for a short while. A break would be nice, I think.”

“Marcus… thank you.”

“Hmm?”

“For everything you and the others have done for me. For welcoming me to the Guild, for letting me join your group and make such wonderful friends… and for putting your lives on the line to help protect my home. And even what you said back then in the Theatre… thank you all so much.” A small tear began to form in Dylan’s eyes. “I… I don’t know how to thank you all…”

Marcus laughed again. “You don’t need to thank us, Dylan. You’ve helped us out more times then we can say too. Without you, we wouldn’t still be here, I’m sure.” Marcus sat down on the bed, and sipped his cup again, before glancing towards Dylan’s sketch. “Your art never ceases to be amazing, Dylan.”

“And it’ll only get better,” Dylan replied with a determined nod.

The Legend of Midnight: Tales of the Train

Good luck with school, Aki!! D8

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Holas everyone! Hope you're all doing okay! :D I hope your electricity gets fixed real soon, Fox, and I hope school is fun tomorrow, Kei!

I don't mind posting becoming a little less frequent for when peoples' school starts, but so long as we can all achieve 5-6 posts per week I'll be happy. Anything less then that and I'll start stealing peoples' vegetables, cakes, yaoi, cheese, milk and sailing vessels as savagely as a certain kraken maims my precious pr.

I'll allow Kathi and Rex the chance to post this round before I make this chapter's closing post tonight (I'm going to my parents house for Sunday roast so huehuehue yummy omnomnomnoms) and after that I'll make my Largo flashback post and Rex has full reins with her chappy! >8D Get excited, everyone!

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

More out of the scene how? This was only meant to be a small wind down :P

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Aliquam: Cervantes Mansion

A warm smile crept upon Rose’s lips as she heard Lute speak. She was about to reply, and help clarify that Lute had indeed helped her more then he would give himself credit for- if it wasn’t for him, she and Sebastian would have been hurt even worse, and what else might have happened to the Academy without him and the Pride was even more horrible to imagine. She had a lot of respect, gratitude and affection for Lute, especially after the way he had fought to defend her honour… and the simple kindness he displayed, whether it be with accepting her dance or checking up on her to offer her fruit. It was a shame he didn’t seem to understand how decent of a man he was.

But as she was about to speak, the door to her room opened yet again, this time with more enthusiastic gusto then Lute’s own, and in came Aria, Estelle and Xandra. After a moment of brief bewilderment and surprise, Rose chuckled, and began laughing.



“A date, hmm? Yes, I’ve heard a lot about that,” Rose laughed. “Of course I have a lot of dresses you could wear. I’m sorry I can’t exactly get up to help you look but… there’s loads there in my closets that you’re more then welcome to borrow.”

Estelle, Aria, Xandra and Lute all followed the direction of Rose’s arm, and one by one their eyes widened and jaws fell in amazement at the ridiculous size of the closets lining the span of almost two walls. Rose had… an incredible amount of clothes. And were those doors to be opened, the girls would be greeted with a rainbow of various colours and fabrics and frocks of all styles and beauty. An interesting contrast to Angel’s typical rudimentary outfit.



“What’s going on in here…?” Asked Dalia, poking her head through the door with some amusement at seeing Estelle and Aria digging through Rose’s closets and pulling out and holding the dresses out in front of the nonplussed Xandra. They and Rose continued to laugh heartily, as Lute suddenly became reminded of his experiences at The Red Parasol. Girls seemed to really love clothes…

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Aliquam: Cervantes Mansion: Pool

Lying in a crumpled heap at the foot of the wooden fence surrounding the Cervantés Mansion, Simon quietly smouldered by himself as Trixie watched with her feet lightly swaying in the pool and her teeth nibbling on her soggy toast. This man really was something. Simon meanwhile, in all of his pain, injury and anguish at the state of his camera, had only one thing lodged in his thoughts…

…and that was about how much of a hot beauty Amy was. For some incredible reason, that hit… that brief moment of intimate contact… was incredible. It sent shocks straight through his body. He was in love. <3

If only the Pride weren’t leaving so soon! He had a lot of juicy and incredible photographs of Rose and Miss Dalia… but this group were an entire bevy of babes! Perhaps he should tag along?

"Erm, are you okay?" Lucien waved from across the pool. Simon’s body however didn’t seem to move. Lucien frowned, and then looked down at Trixie. “You think he’s still alive?”

Then, the summoner became acutely aware of a large and ominous shadow surrounding him, blotting out the entire sun. His eyes bulged in fear and fright, and he quickly spun on the spot, even more amazed and afraid by what he saw.

The noble moustachioed steed Sebastian, looking right back at him, his face mere millimetres away from Lucien’s. He stuck his tongue out, and sloppily licked Lucien. “Ugh! Ew! Ahh!”

Lucien, sputtering and waving in front of his face, back stepped straight into the pool. The splash made Trixie’s soggy toast that much more soggier.

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

hey there everyone! I've caught up on the ICs and am about to start writing a post of my own. c: I've absolutely loved what everyone's done! I think this will be the last posting round for this chapter (It kind of extended a bit longer then I thought lolololol sorry orz) and so I'd like everyone to finish off interactions here and I'll endeavour to end the chapter tomorrow, and Rex's co-gm chapter will begin. :) This chapter has been kind of a funny one for various reasons, but I think we've managed to make it work and our thief storyline was awesome and hilarious in equal measures. You know you've got a good batch of characters when you're almost rooting for the villains to win. Either that or you're like Kei and you crave oodles of property damage. >8D

Kathi said She gave him a cheeky grin- was there another brewing date on the horizon? Perhaps she should stay here longer and see if she could bag a guy if even Lulu had managed to pick up girls, being the clueless little cutie he was.

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Heyas everyone!!! Weekend 8DDD

Rex, I hope things pick up soon! ;A; Best of luck with your doggies and with the house hunting. A lot of stressful things to be dumping on you at once but you'll persevere and get through them all as always. Plus

Rex said I'll be in England in two weeks

Kathi said I'mma post after Loopshmoop then ^ O ^

Hope those pesky negatives will sod off soon Rex > <

I don't know what's funnier, Loopshmoop or the fact that me and Buns are slowly turning everyone else here british