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The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

Aw, Kathi, don't worry! I'm sure we can figure something out!

Does anyone have any ideas for what Aria could do?

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

That was... different, but awesome 8D

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

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The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

“You caused all this, remember. All this pain… this death and destruction… it was all your fault, Marcus.”

Everywhere around him, the town was engulfed in fire and rain. Explosions echoed mercilessly, intermingling with the thunder ahead. The sounds of bullets whizzing, of steel meeting steel and of magic being unleashed and striking against armour and flesh was relentless. It never let up. It never stopped.

“It’s all your fault those people died.”

Marcus said nothing, looking and staring at the ground, trying to avert his sight from the scene he had played within his mind time and time again. Every single night he had replayed this moment, and every day woke up in a cold sweat from remembering it.

“You can’t ever escape it, Marcus,” The doppelganger continued. His taunting voice had departed now, as if even he too understood the severity of this situation. The cheer and mirth was not welcome here. No laughter or happiness was. “It’s in your destiny, Marcus. Your very being. You’re designed to hurt people. To bring death and despair, no matter how much you resist it and try to deny it. It’s evitable. You can’t run away forever. You yourself… you even know how futile that is.”

“That’s right, Marcus.”

Another male voice, from behind him. He turned and span in the direction of the voice, already knowing what to expect. That particular voice, and this scene surrounding him. Like his alternate had said, it was inevitable.

There, standing across the rain slicked mud, beside a fallen building crumpled with brick, mortar and wood, were two figures dressed in white. One was a man in a crisp and clean suit, the other a much smaller, younger girl. Both of them Marcus had seen countless times, forever hounding and dogging him, no matter how often he would scream at them to leave him alone. Both of them stood, in the pouring rain, ignored by the tapestry of events unfurling around them, oblivious to the elements hailing down on them. Both of them instead, just looked towards the crumpled building, at the pair of fallen, murdered bodies buried underneath, and at the hooded man that was crouched by their side, his shaking hand desperately holding onto a small, bloodied, unmoving hand.

“You can’t ever escape us. Can’t ever escape what you did to us.” The girl spoke, with a weary resignation. “We’re with you now, for the rest of your life. It’s only fair, considering…”

“Do you understand, Marcus?” The mage’s doppelganger started to speak again, walking forwards, towards his twin. “That which has happened… will only ever happen again. It doesn’t matter how much you try to deny it, try to run away and reinvent yourself. You can’t change who you are.”

The silver haired man stopped, looking straight into Marcus’ eyes. “You are going to kill them. Estelle, Lisette, Trixie, Moira, Syed… all of them. It’s only a matter of time.”

He turned, and began to walk away, the doppelganger’s head turning from side to side, as if seeing something. Sensing something, around him.

“Hmm… I can feel them now. How strange.” The copy mused, before a smile stretched back upon his face. “I’m going to do you a favour now, Marcus. You might not be able to face reality, but I can. You see, this might not be real, but it doesn't matter. It can still bring with it the same conclusion. What I’ll do here, will be just the same as if it was in your world. Just as final. No more distractions. I’ll tear them all apart and kill every single last one of them for you. And I’ll leave your hero for last.”

The doppelganger took a step forward to depart, but found his body unable to take another step forward. A powerful hold gripped his arm, and he turned, with a coy smile, to see himself glaring back at him, teeth clenched tight, magic sparking along his body.

“No…” Marcus spat. “You don’t touch any of them.”

His doppelganger tilted his head back with a roaring smile. “Ah, Marky, I’m so glad!” He giggled, as his face melted into a frightening new visage. “Now you begin to acknowledge me.”

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“No, I don’t.”




“H-huh?” Don took a step back, his world shattering as his bride to be uttered those soul crushing words. She kept her eyes focused on him, her sight and scorn unflinching, as everything else around them seemed to fade into oblivion, leaving only Don and Selan behind. “S-Selan?”

“Why on Ddaear would I marry you?” She said, venom spitting from her lips. She took a step forward, one hand outstretched, her finger pointed towards Don accusingly. His feet automatically started walking backwards. “You’re the last person in the world I’d ever marry.”

“B-but,” Don tried to focus, but unable to succeed. His world felt dizzy, and incoherent, as if the floor had just been swept out from under him. Nothing made any sense. He loved Selan, more then anything else in the entire world. He would do anything for her, anything. And he tried, hadn’t he? He was sure… so sure that she too… “But why?”

“Look at yourself!” The songstress jammed her finger into his chest, grabbing Don’s face and turning it to the side, towards a mirror that reflected their appearance back at them. Don looked at his mirror copy, and saw the anguish and horror laced in his face stare back at him. Gone was the ‘cool, suave, sophistication’ he exuded so well. In its place was himself… younger, shorter. Himself, years ago. Still only a boy.

“You’re a boy in a man’s body!” Selan screamed at him. “You’re delusional and ridiculous! Ace Capuello? Crimson Justice? Don’t be an idiot!” She continued. “You dream up these stupid, ridiculous fantasies and believe them to be real, when in truth you’re nothing more then a pathetic little boy who can’t do anything right! These stupid identities you make for yourself… and these ridiculous, harebrained schemes you make! It’s laughable you think you can be a Guilder. Preposterous to think I could ever love a child like you! I’m a woman, Don, I shouldn’t have to be looking after you or keeping you out of trouble. Who do you think I am, your mother?”

Don’s world was spinning. “No, no, I don’t. You’re… you’re Selan, and I… I love…”

“You can’t read. You can’t write. You can’t count. You can’t swim. Your clothing is tacky and disgusting and your hair is simply ridiculous. You’re a horrible, horrible man who doesn’t think anything through other then what is good for yourself. You’re an idiot, Don, and in your idiocy you’ve hurt so many people, more then I could even count! It’s all you do, ever!”

“No…” His hands clutched his head tight, his eyes screwed tight in the hope of drowning out the truth. “No, no, no I’m not! Stop saying that!” He shook his head frantically from side to side.

“All those people you terrorised as a bandit, joyriding about with your stupid posse and sister. All the people you’ve still hurt since you’ve tried to be a Guilder, as if you were trying to become a ‘better man’, when we both know the only reason for it is so you can stalk me…”

“No! No, no, no!”

“The damage and inconvenience you’ve caused to me and everyone else. To Estelle and Marcus… to Marise, whom you still owe money to. The flights of fancy and damage you’re causing by filling up Trixie and Dylan’s heads with the nonsense you’re shouting. You’re a liability, Don! A waste of space! A cancer! All you do is hurt people, over and over again!”

“NO!” Don’s scream echoed out. “ShutupshutupshutupSHUTUP!”

“Or what?” Don’s eyes shot open, to see Selan’s cold, angry face pressed right against him. “Are you going to hurt me if I don’t? Hurt me again?”

“No…” Don collapsed to his knees, tears puddling against his knees. “No, no, no, that was an accident, that was… that was… that other woman, she… she…”

“I trusted you, as stupid as that was!” Selan screamed at him again. “I trusted you, to at least try and be something better, but that was the last time! All you did was prove who and what you really are! I don’t need to be saved by you, I need to be saved from you! You’re nothing more then a pathetic little bully, a degenerate waste of space and-”

“Nnnyaaaghh shut uuuuppppppppp!” Don’s wail was thrown into the air, his hands cupped over his ears in the vain hope to block Selan’s lashing. It was too much, all too much, he couldn’t… he just… he couldn’t…

“Just wrap your hands around her neck and squeeze, son,” A low, dark growl rumbled by his ears. He could feel warm breath caress his cheek. “Put this stupid bitch in her place. You know you want to.”

Don howled.

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These tears

You guys

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TAT

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

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New rp spinoff

Syed, Moira, Dylan and Lucien

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The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

THE WEDDING

Trumpets blared and drums were beat, as jubilant cheers and fanfare echoed across the city. The streets were packed full with pedestrians, all wearing happy, smiling and cheering faces, as they proudly waved their flags in the air as confetti rained down from the sky onto them. They screamed as the view of the parade came into sight, women fainting by the dozen and men wiping a single, streaking tear down their cheeks as the marching procession passed them by. Today was a glorious day unlike any other, and an occasion such as this demanded the attention of everyone able to witness it. Today had just been declared as a new national holiday in celebration, and so it was that everyone came out in the hundred of thousands to celebrate this most of auspicious occasions.

It was the day that the coolest guy in the world was going to marry the sexiest girl in the world. It was a day where history was going to be made.

The front of the parade was home to many musicians, all playing their instruments with great gusto. To the sides and all around were dancers, flipping and spinning, leg kicking and arm outstretching in well timed beats as they moved down the streets. At the front of the parade, standing up in the back of the world’s most glorious, tricked out and cool car, shadowed under a giant overhead float shaped in the man of the day’s very image, was the hero himself, pointing and waving towards everyone:

Ace Capuello!



Dressed in the most regal, killer outfit to ever be seen, he turned and pointed to passerbys, and winking towards other. Each wink would cause yet another fainting accident, but Ace and the parade paid it no mind, the colony and procession of vehicles moving ever onwards to the grand, regal church at the end of the street.

A red carpet had been rolled out from it, and as soon as the parade reached its destination, Ace hopped over the car’s doors, and began striding towards the cathedral. Tight security surrounded the red carpet, needing to keep the rabid fan base at bay, but it didn’t stop many of them spilling in and all wanting an opportunity to meet and greet the hero who had saved the entire world, who had brought meaning to their lives.

“Now, now,” Ace said. “There’ll be time for autographs later.”

“Ace!” One man cried from behind him. “Please, Ace, tell me it’s not true! Tell me you’re not… tell me you’re not getting married! Even to the princess, it’s… it’s…!”

Ace shook his head with a smile, walked to the despairing man and wiping away his tears. “Don’t worry, ol’chum. I’ll be marrying the fair Princess Selan today, but it doesn’t mean my marriage and love to you and the rest of the world will ever be diminished. I’ll always be yours.”

“Oh Ace!” The man collapsed, and wistful sighs and murmurs of What a guy! arose from the crowd again.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me," Ace bore one of his patented winks and grins. "I have a fine lady to wed and bed.”

The cathedral inside was as beautiful and majestic as it appeared from without, and packed to the rafters with family, friends and distinguished guests from both sides of the betrothed. At the end of the aisle was his good friend, Tom, the priest, who bowed with a serene smile to his approaching brother. Next to Tom, standing in the right spot reserved for his best man, was the rest of Ace’s nineteen strong bros, each and every one of them having the honour of being his best man. Tears were streaming amongst all their cheeks.

“Ace!” “Ace!” Screamed the concession seated all around him. Ace again winked, pointed and waved amongst the whole cathedral, before running down the aisle and smacking the hands of everyone seated at the ends, coming to a halt just in front of the altar.

“Ah, gentleman. What a fine day it is to be me, today.” He smiled. He turned, and looked out over the cathedral again, seeing all of his friends seated for his wedding, smiling happily. Estelle, Marcus, Amy, Trixie, Moira, Syed, Dylan, Xandra, Aria, Lute, Lisette, Kapi and more… all of them there in their very best. It did Ace’s heart proud to see people dressed as fine as they were. He couldn’t ask for better friends.

And then his thoughts were cut off, as music wafted throughout the entire assembly. He turned to the entrance, and his jaw started to slowly fall at the presence of an angel in their midst.



The love of his life, dressed in the most beautiful white veil and gown strode forwards towards him, a bouquet of beautiful flowers of all colours carried in her hands. She was the woman of his dreams, and today was their wedding day.

After all the hustle and hubbub from gawking cooing onlookers subsided, the ceremony itself started to begin. Tom read through the service, as Ace held onto Selan’s hand, reaching finally, to the moment of truth.

“Ace Capuello, do you take the Princess Selan Leclair for your lawful wedded wife, to live in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love, honour, comfort, and cherish her from this day forward, forsaking all others, keeping only unto her for as long as you both shall live?”

“You bet your sweet, floppy pink hair I do, baby,” Ace replied with a grin.

“And do you, Selan Leclair, take the dangerously cool, handsome, suave and sophisticated, good-looking and talented inspiration to all men, Ace Capuello, for your lawful wedded husband, to live in the holy estate of matrimony? Will you love, honour, comfort and cherish her from this day forward, forsaking all others, keeping only unto him for as long as you both shall live?”

“You can bet your tiny tighty whities she does too!” Ace’s head shook back and forth with unparallel confidence and mirth.

“Well, Selan?” Tom smiled and looked to the stunning bride. Her head was turned to him at first, then shifted to her husband to be. Her slender, soft hands rose to her veil, lifting it up over her precise, silk hair, revealing the beautiful porcelain face beneath. She opened her eyes, looking to Ace directly.

"No." She said. “I don’t.”

NEXT: THE NIGHTMARE

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Thaum?

Clop, clop, clop

On and on, his footsteps echoed atop the cobblestone paths, Marcus walking at an even pace throughout the empty, fog hazed streets. From time to time, Marcus’s eyes would dart to the left or right, to peer down the various junctions and alleyways to inspect if there was anything, or anyone there, but time and time again it was the same result as that the previous innumerable times. The streets of Thaum were lifeless and barren, except for him and his rambling companion. No sign of his friends, no sensation of their presence in any way, shape or form. He could only push on, march towards the ominous tower in the distance. Doing his best to ignore the prancing, laughing doppelganger behind him repeating stories of various memories… memories he had tried to suppress, tried to put behind him and forget, but knew he could never really escape from.

You can’t escape from yourself.

His feet came to a sudden stop. Marcus looked up, his jaw starting to drop upon noticing his surroundings. In front and all around him, the tight cluster of familiar stone and wooden houses of Thaum had faded from sight, as if removed by an eraser, with a new scene painted in its stead, the details filling in one by one. First there was the buildings, the large town transformed into a smaller village, this one suffering disaster and destruction in so many different ways. Many of the homes had been destroyed, with parts of the thatched roofs burned away or gaping holes left imbedded within brick walls, if they hadn’t collapsed entirely. The muddy brown streets were the next to be inked in; the ground trodden and uneven, large numbers of holes ripped into and entrenched through the ground. The sky above turned black, and both lightning and rain began to pelt all around him, drenching him and soaking him to the bone. Marcus looked up, as the thundering heavens echoed over and over again.

And then, the sounds. The sounds and the people. Interspersed between the cacophonous thunder was the constant sounds of exploding force, so difficult it was to tell what was the thunder, and what was the fighting. People formed all around, men rushing from his right to left, dashing past him as if he was invisible to see, each of them focused on the battle before them, shouting orders to their allies. They held their guns tightly and pushed their helmets down low, shouting orders to their allies, and firing forward as bullets whizzed all around them. Tanks as well formed in behind them, their mighty treads spitting up the earth behind them, rocking to a gentle stop and rattling as terrifying power erupted from their turrets. Explosions rocked the town over, and over again, as the two armies fired relentlessly at each other. He could hear screaming all around him.

Marcus said nothing, holding his head low.

“Ah, well, we both knew this was going to come up.” His doppelganger folded his arms over his chest. “It’s predictable, but… unavoidable, isn't it?”

“This isn’t real,” Marcus repeated, taking a step forwards and walking again, moving on throughout the developing battlefield.

“No, of course it isn’t,” The other Marcus replied. “Tricks and illusions don’t work on you. You’re far too clever, too magically attuned to be able to fall for ruses like this. But, it doesn’t really matter whether or not you know it’s real or fake, does it? Just seeing it, hearing it, smelling it, breathing it, is enough.”

Marcus’ fist clenched tight. A building in front of him was sent tumbling to the ground as a cannon shell obliterated one side of the building, the dwelling caving in to a miserable pile of debris. The screams and shouts from within were cut excruciatingly short.

“This is where everything changed, isn’t it?” The other remarked. “For the better, you hoped. Except…”

Another flash of lightning. This one, however, was not vertical in direction or originated from the dark skies above. This one instead lanced horizontally above the ground, erupting from a soldier’s Magitech rifle and slicing through several screaming men located on the other side of the village.

“Except it isn’t true.” A Marcus spoke. “Because it’s never, ever going to get any better.”

“It’s only ever going to get worse.”

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

DDDDDD8 @ that gif

The Legend of Heroes: Tales of the World

*laughs at Tae's earlier scare*

Good luck with homework today, Tae c:

I'm planning on moving things on this Friday, so everyone should have the opportunity for 2-3 more rounds. Annnnnnnnnnnd it's okay if peoples' nightmare sequences aren't finished by then. *evilhint*

Have a good day everyone!