Sadu

Kingdom Hearts: Heroes of Hope

Added Morgan's bit. Changing her dialogue color to a dark gold (Should be plenty darker than Lucian's) to go along with her general appearance change. She's now officially back to the healer she used to be. Just like, a low level one, so you take what you can get.

World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Smash Bros Crossover)

【Ｃｅｌｉｃａ】

Level:
5
EXP:
7/50
Word Count:
844 (+2)
Location:
The Avenger

Celica had been brought back to The Avenger, but she had no energy left after the events of the day. She had been allowed to go straight to the infirmary, where she quickly fell asleep, not even paying any mind to where or, what this place was. She was having one of the first good rests she had in a while. Possibly because it was the first time in so long she hadn't slept inside her Skell. But it helped her mind was free, and she could remember everything, where she came from, what she had lost. It wasn't the most happy of dreams, but subconsciously, she was just happy to remember the faces she had forgotten. The home that seemed so far gone. NLA, the city built from the debris of a colony ship, a human city, that she had come to call home despite not being one of them. And here she was again, in a strange place, but her time for realizing that would come.

In her dreams, she saw her team, and all the people of NLA. And then there was, fire... everything turning to ash, until there was nothing. It was just darkness, and she calmed in her sleep, until eventually, her eyes finally opened to this alien place she had been brought to, slowly sitting up, and rubbing her head. She looked around the unfamiliar place, as if it was the first time seeing it. It took a moment for her to realize she wasn't alone.

She saw that the door was open and that a dark humanoid figure is standing in the doorway, albeit with a slender body beneath a cloak and a large head with hornlike protrusions and a white mask. He seems familiar but the sensation is already fading. He would ask, "Newcomer. Are you awake?"

Her first instinct was to reach for her weapons, but she found she had none, or at least they were not on her person anymore as she looked around for a moment, but managed to calm herself down. She wasn't new to odd situations like this... most of her life had been appearing in new places. Many of them had become home in the past, she allowed herself to hope that might be the case here.

"I am. Who are you, and where am I? I can only somewhat recall being brought here..." Her voice was young, but spoken with confidence. It was as if her mental maturity was beyond her physical maturity, as she looked small and young, and even sounded young. But the way she spoke was more elegant, as if it carried the weight of respect behind it one wouldn't expect to find in someone who hadn't grown up yet.

The stranger flicked on the lights with a sharp claw. When the shadows receded, her guest looked a lot less intimidating all of a sudden, shorter and much lighter than even Celica herself. Only his overlarge head and the thin black sticks he had for legs could be seen outside of his cloak, and though his eyes still shone with scarlet fire, their blaze was much less harsh. This was no specter--it was just a bug. A big bug, but still.

"The previous newcomer. Grimm, master of the Grimm Troupe. A humble performer, pleased to make your acquaintance."[ Grimm bowed very low, then straightened up. "This is the flying fortress of the Lost Numbers, to whom you and your impressive contraption are honored guests. They call it the Avenger, and its purpose is the annihilation of Galeem, who burned our worlds to ash." He tilted his head, eyes narrowed in curiosity. "Perhaps they saw more in you than a victim in need of saving. Like me, a promising recruit in the war for reality's salvation."

Celica sighed at that, and shook her head. "I have been saved more times than I can count, by all different kinds. It's rare that anyone, especially humans, do not expect something in return for their aid." Though she had seen other beings, humans, as she found all too typical, made up the majority of what she had seen thus far. She had to ask what she assumed... "Am I to be a soldier then, to fight against this, Galeem? I suppose it would not be new to me."

Grimm's voice was raspy, sharp as a blade and uncomfortable inhuman, but when he spoke it was to offer reassurance. "You have a choice in the matter. As did we all. To dance to its tune. Or to break free of the cycle." He stepped out of the doorway, silent as the grave. "The mess hall is just that way. Why not say hello to your saviors, and make of them what you will?

Celica was quiet for a moment, before she swung her legs over the side of the medical bed, and managed to stand without much issue. Taking a deep breath, she nodded, and started to walk out, toward the mess hall so she could judge these people for herself...

Long-Term with Khatun (18+, Seeking F)

Bump, going to add more ideas to the list later.

Long-Term with Khatun (18+, Seeking F)

Bumping

Kingdom Hearts: Heroes of Hope

What's the collab for exactly? I thought we were doing a collab after the Guard Armor fight, but the current one going on is for it?

World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Smash Bros Crossover)

【Ｃｅｌｉｃａ】

Level:
5
EXP:
5/50
Word Count:
1,292 (+3)
Location:
Highertower

Celica was only slightly startled by someone being so suddenly close, and she responded by her machine going through a quick full transformation, changing from a giant tank, to an even taller humanoid machine. However... by this point, there were pieces missing, cracked armor, holes here and there, and more than one place were sparking and smoking. The whole thing was barely holding together, but it could still move, and had just a short while ago proven it could still fight. But it was definitely coming to the end of what punishment it could take.

What was previously the main gun in its tank form, was now a rifle mounted on the shoulder. It detached, being taken and held like a normal weapon, aimed down at the new arrival. There was a moment of hesitation, before Celica decided they weren't a threat, at least not to her. The weapon lowered, and there was a moment of silence, before inside the mech, Celica let out a huff. "Humans... it's always humans..." Well, one of them was anyway.

She was about to question why NLA had not sent a full Skell squadron to assist her, but right then something fell from the sky, landing in a puff of sand and dust. When all that faded, it left some other sort of machine. It was smaller than her own machine, certainly, and did seem a lot less advanced. But it had the advantage of not being damaged, while her Skell looked like it could explode at any second.

Still, the problem was that Celica was challenged, and still under the influence, she ignored both Zenkichi and Blazermate, as well as the two who arrived shortly after. Standing up straight, she faced the Titan, giant rifle in hand. If she were smart, she would have hunkered back down, and taken shots at it from the cover that had kept her alive all this time. Celica was, however, not a smart pilot. At least not when it came to in the moment decisions. Still, she didn't like to fight, so she didn't make the first move, waiting to see what the other mech did.

And so it was the Titan that lifted its weapon, and started to fire first, with squads of infantry pouring in around it. The smaller of the two machines started to charge forward, intent on rushing the position and not allowing Celica to use her cover again. Unfortunately for his plan, he hadn't expected that she wasn't even going to attempt to use the cover at all, and instead stepped out from the cratered scattering of cargo containers.

The Titan's weapon wasn't the most accurate from range, its pilot having intended to use it to suppress her, but she was... not being suppressed. Instead she was letting the stray, inaccurate shots hit it here and there, simply having faith that nothing too vital would be hit, or if it was, the armor would hold. If only her machine weren't so damage, she wouldn't even consider this opponent a threat!

She aimed her own rifle, with a few shots pinging off the armor she had left. She took a moment to think, and instead of firing dead center, she took a shot at one of its arms, landing an explosive shot, before triggering an ammunition switch and firing a followup shot that ripped through part of the arm that supported the weapon, causing it to wobble with sustained fire, and completely lose all sense of accuracy. With that taken care of, she remounted her weapon on the shoulder, and the two other weapons near the head lifted up.

Before she could do anything though, the other pilot seemed to have a very similar idea, as their own shoulder mounted launchers lifted up, and after a moment of scanning the debris, fired off a barrage of missiles targeting everything they possibly could.

Celica could have easily transformed her vehicle and sped past the barrage, allowing the missiles to hit the dirt behind her, but she wasn't the only thing that was being targeted. She didn't know why, but something nagged at her to do something about that, rather than leave the others to deal with it themselves. And so she adjusted her fire of the new weapons, and a spray of her own missiles launched. None of them were really targeting the other machine, but instead each missile intercepted one of the Titan's, causing a wall of explosions between them, and a screen of black smoke blocking visibility.

After a moment of hesitation, Celica's machine started to move forward, and passed into the smoke where the Titan was last seen. However, as she expected to cross to the other side of the black smoke, she instead found white smoke, sparkling with light. Before she could realize what it was, alerts rang out in her cockpit about electrical surges, and lights flashed and flickered as her machine started to bug out. Normally such a thing wouldn't effect something as advanced as her Skell, but as damaged as it was, everything that could prevent the power surges was either malfunctioning... or just plain gone.

When she next saw the Titan, it had a knife in hand... which by any person's standards was more like a giant sword. It came walking through the smoke at her, its arm having apparently failed to keep up the weight of its main weapon due to Celica's earlier shot, and now seemed intent on finishing off her disabled machine up close and personal. She heard a voice from the Titan, a cocky man's voice as he said "Real shame you had to come rushing in like that. Your Titan's pretty unique, I'm sure our engineer boys will have the time of their life taking it apart and putting it back together, nice and shining with the New Conglomerate colors."

Celica was working the controls of her machine, but it wasn't moving. She could hear it trying, but she couldn't get it to actually move, to raise a weapon to attack. It was annoying, with nothing but a knife her opponent was more vulnerable than ever, and yet nothing was working. "Come on... you were built for far greater threats than this. You won't lose against a pile of scrap like that."

The enemy pilot brought up the knife, right where he expected the pilot to be based on his knowledge of Titans, and with a grin said "The NC thanks you for your charitable donation." And plunged the knife into the Skell.

Whatever the knife found inside however sent a sudden jolt of built up electricity back through the Titan's arm, effectively reversing the EMP effect back on the one who had used it in the first place. It took a moment for the energy levels to even out, effectively using the Titan as a conduit to offload excess power, just enough for Celica to raise an arm and grab the rifle on the shoulder, and lower it down, right into the place she had seen the hatch open.

All the other pilot could say, was a short "Ahh hell..." before an explosion cleared away all the smoke around them, and the Titan fell back with a gaping hole run straight through it, crashing onto the ground in a heap of smoke. Celica's Skell stood over it, knife still stuck in the machine, which had gone just below the cockpit, leaving Celica safe... well, safe from the knife.

Her Skell wasn't moving now, sparking, smoking... something was probably on fire. And though the Titan was down, she soon realized that the infantry that had accompanied it were surrounding her, and her Skell was finally done for, not able to retaliate at all.

Kingdom Hearts: Heroes of Hope

<Snipped quote by King Kindred>

Unless someone else particularly wants to, I can kick it off.

@Bacon

Go for it.

Also I've given Morgan her visual update on her character sheet, now that she's back to her old self. Mostly.

World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Smash Bros Crossover)

【Ｃｅｌｉｃａ】

Level:
5
EXP:
2/50
Word Count:
822 (+2)
Location:
Highertower

A large blue tank with yellow stripes drove through the sand, and veered off in the direction of a grouping of cargo containers and wreckage. The vehicle swerved every once in a while, not keeping on a straight line for too long. Then from the wreckage, there was a glint as the sun reflected off something particularly shiny. A moment later, a brighter flash of light, and a shot came flying over the sand, flying right over the head turret of the tank. The tank however... took aim, and fired back in the direction of the glint it saw.

Barely hidden in the wreckage, was a large black machine resting on four legs, each with tracks capable of moving it in any direction. Atop the machine was a large gun, itself bigger than the entirety of the tank it just fired at.

Inside, Celica sighed as she held one eye shut, looking through the lens of a digital scope. "I would really appreciate it, if you all would leave me alone..." She fired another shot, intentionally short as it exploded in the ground, kicking up a wall of sand in front of the tank. But it just kept coming, and even took another shot at her. Gritting her teeth, she spoke as if the driver of that vehicle was able to hear her... "I do not condone senseless violence, and I do not wish to end the life of those who do not deserve it. But if you are unwilling to see reason, and leave me be, then I am left with no choice..." And with that, she raised the scope, taking aim at the center of the approaching vehicle. Just as it took another blind shot in her direction, she squeezed the trigger, and the third shot from the barrel let loose... and less than a second later, there was only a cloud of sand, and smoke, which settled to reveal a blackened, smoldering heap of metal that was moments before, a fully functioning vehicle.

Celica leaned back in her seat, releasing the controls with a long sigh. "Even when the fighting calms down, there's still scavengers who won't let me leave..." She took a moment before leaning forward again, gripping the controls to bring back the scope and look around. She couldn't see much directly, but she could tell there was still fighting going on out there. And she had been trapped here for... was it days by this point? It felt like days, maybe it was just hours.

"What's the point of finding all these supplies if I have to keep eating it all up to fabricate more ammunition? Maybe Alma was right, I should have stuck with at least one energy weapon... sure would be making a whole world of difference right now." She brought up a screen showing the integrity of her machine, and multiple portions of it were red. "Can fabricate all the ammunition in the world, it's not going to matter if this thing falls apart, not like I can fabricate a whole engineering bay and strap more armor to it." She scrolled through the components, adding "Or fabricate an entirely new core for that matter..."

She couldn't help but think back to all the times she had been in trouble, and how it was always others getting her out of it. Whether it was Rock or Alma's squad, she always got in over her head, and needed someone to save her. "Here we go again, stuck in a situation I have no way out of, and no choice but to ask for help... But I doubt the FrontierNav reaches this far, I wonder if they would even be able to find my location..." Without any other choice, she brought up another screen, input some information, and then recorded a message... though she absolutely had no idea what to say.

"Uhm, this is Celica... I have found a wreckage site full of resources, but unknown factions are warring all around me. Any attempts at leaving my hiding place have been met with... well, violence. I would really prefer to not have to keep shooting at people I don't know, so please, someone, anyone... I would greatly appreciate some assistance. I am sending my coordinates with this message. My surroundings are currently... well, everything is orange... including the cargo I am using as cover... if that, is of any help." And with that, she leaned back again, swiping a few more things on the holographic screen, and eventually, a cannister opened up atop the machine, and shot out a probe that landed nearby, starting to blink with light. It began repeating Celica's message on all known friendly frequencies, though it wasn't exactly the most difficult thing to pick up.

The real trouble was that she had just sent out a message saying how she was effectively in possession of a large amount of supplies... and that beacon was now beeping a code that gave out her exact coordinates each time it finished replaying her message.

Brilliant job Celica.

Kingdom Hearts: Heroes of Hope

Max watched as Lucian left with his father and uncle in tow before turning to look at Morgan. He wondered if she had a keyblade as well. He knew of her training in magic, but it seemed like everyone that ended up on that island received one. “Hey,” he said, finally cutting the silence. “Do you want to join in on helping your friends?”

Even with the silence broken, there was a long pause from Morgan, who had gone back to staring at the statue. She had been quiet since she woke up, only asking a few questions, trying to understand all this. It was a lot to take in… that contact had been lost with the world she was from. That this great Wizard that EVERYONE seemed to come to for help was not only just her mentor, but they came from the same world, and she was once his direct apprentice? And the hardest part to believe of all, that she was a Princess of some far off Kingdom, who had Knights protecting her everywhere she went. Looking at herself now… it was hard to imagine any of that. Just trying to remember those things made her head hurt, made the world around her blur, as if filled with static.

“My friends…” She repeated the words, as if trying to understand them, likely due to the fact she was so lost in her own thoughts. Turning her head, looking over her shoulder at Max, she said “I have only known them for a few months now, they are all… different. They all manifested these weapons, those, keyblades.” She held up her hand and looked at it, before adding “I can barely conjure ice, it happens when it wants to, but to hear that I was once some, master Mage capable of powerful magic…” She clenched her first, before continuing… “I suppose, for all they did for me, they deserve my help, even if they may not need it. I’m not sure of what help I can be, I have caused more harm with my magic than good. And with them all wielding those Keyblades… and me not having any such thing…” She stared at the orb, where she could see Lucian soon joining the fight, as she said “How does a Princess come to the aid of heroes…”

It was Merlin who stepped in, as he said “Well, it makes sense. Black Magic was never your specialty, and not something you ever mastered, or even tried to for that matter. You were well versed in White Magic, healing and light magic as it were. Not to mention Astrology, the magic of the stars. However, it would seem that, for whatever reason, as you lost your memory, Black Magic is what you have clung to. I would say it is because Black Magic is itself, an instinctual magic… but it does not matter. So, this is my advice, as your mentor. Let go of what you have been told about how you were once the master of any sort of magic. See yourself as you are, an apprentice mage who has barely begun her journey to learn magic. You must learn the basics, before you try anything too advanced. I’m sure Daisy here can help you along with a few of the basic spells. And though I use words such as ‘basic’, do not misunderstand. Magic, in any form, can be dangerous. Even the beginner spells you will start with, will be more than a match for the heartless you come up against."

“I'd be happy to teach you,” Daisy said, stepping in. “We can train on our Gummi Ship between worlds and on other worlds when we're not fighting.”

“And I think a princess has every right to be a hero. Whoever says she can't be the one doing the saving? And yeah, your friends may have keyblades and you don't really have a handle on your magic, but none of that makes a hero. It's the desire to protect and help others. That's why I became a knight and all I needed was that desire and this lance.” He conjured his lance and hoisted it on his right shoulder. “So I ask again, do you wanna help your friends?” Whether she was convinced they were friends or not, he didn't care. He had the evidence that proved it before he gave it to Lucian.

“My friends…” She said it again, as she did the first time, like the concept was a mystery to her. This time though, she was thinking back to before they left the island, the things that were said, about no matter where they go, how they were going to be in each other’s hearts. Who said that? What she remembered most though was how when everybody came in to embrace each other, she didn’t, she didn’t feel like she deserved it. Even though they had helped her, given her a place to stay, dealt with her memory loss, she didn’t feel like she had earned their friendship. Whatever she considered them, she had no idea what they considered her. But, that meant there was only one choice. If she didn’t deserve their friendship, if she hadn’t earned it… well, now was the time to start.

She looked back to Max, and nodded. “I haven’t been a great friend to them so far, so it’s hard for me to think of them as friends, because I don’t feel like I earned that from them. But Lucian came all this way to help me, and without him I wouldn’t be here. So, it’s time to start earning that friendship, and let them decide if I deserve it.”

Merlin gave a little hop and a skip, with a cheery “By jove that’s the spirit! Well, you’re most of the way there anyway. One more thing before you go…” He stepped over to the Fairy Godmother, whispering in her ear.

A smile crept on the Fairy Godmother's face. This was her favorite part. She lifted her wand and said, “Bippity boppity boo, let's make your old clothes like new!” With a flick of the wrist her spell released from her wand and enveloped Morgan.

As magic swirled around Morgan, a wooden staff appeared in her hand, and her more modern clothes glowed and lengthened, leaving her in a white robe, and a tall pointed hat, just like how she looked in the painting on the wall back in Merlin’s shop. She looked like her older self again, at least somewhat.

“There we go, a Witch must look the part, now… on you go, and remember, you always have a place to rest here with me, whenever you need it.”

Morgan gripped the staff, trying to get a feel of familiarity for it… but there was no time for that, as soon she was out the door, running off in the direction all the noise was coming from.

Max smiled, watching Morgan's determination on display. He followed after her with Daisy in tow. If she was going to earn their friendship he was going to earn hers by helping her with this goal.

By time the Trio arrived at the location of the battle, a mass of Lesser Heartless had started to swarm, blocking them from reaching the others. Morgan could see some fighting a much larger Heartless, but they couldn’t get to them from their location. Of course, it only took a few moments for a large portion of them to notice them, and turn ready to attack. Unlike back on the island, these Heartless didn’t hesitate, charging at them.

Morgan thought quickly, and held up her staff. “Max, hold them off as best you can, we need just a minute.” Then looking to Daisy she said “I need your help, let’s create a path to the others, we’ll work better if we can all group up together.” And then, she started channeling an ice spell, having to work through the ‘how’ as it came up, eyes closed to focus. Her intent was to create two walls of ice straight through the Heartless, blocking them off and making a safe path… at least one that would hopefully hold long enough for them to get through. Naturally, she was trying to hurry as she didn’t expect Max to hold off a whole ocean of Heartless on his own for long.

Max nodded and made a dash toward the Heartless, impaling the first one on his lance. Before it could fully dissipate he swung his lance before thrusting it forward on another to make a Heartless kebab. They tried to wriggle free, but that only hastened their defeat. They dissipated around his lance freeing the weapon to face more.

Fortunately he didn’t have to hold them long, before Morgan and Daisy managed a spell that created an explosion of ice that ran in a line straight toward the larger Heartless, a wall of ice rising up on both sides. Almost immediately the Lesser Heartless started to claw at it, trying to break through.

Morgan had to take a moment, not used to actually intentionally using magic, but with no time to waste, she quickly said “I don’t think that will hold them for long…” She ran down the path, and they really didn’t have long as she suspected, as just as soon as they were running through the path, the ice was starting to crack. By the time they came out the other side, finally joining the rest of the group, it shattered behind them, and the Heartless poured in, surrounding them once again.

“Great job, Morgan!” Max shouted in support as they made it through to the other side. He watched as the Heartless started to pour in again, but he wasn't worried. They had three keyblade wielders, three magicians, and two knights. Even if two of the wielders were tired and bruised the odds were still in their favor. He hoped.

World of Light: the Endless Now (The Ultimate Smash Bros Crossover)

Celica

Name: Celica
Origin: Xenoblade Chronicles X
Appearance:
Personality: Quiet and shy, typically unsure of herself, though motivated and determined regardless. She is however, despite her usual shyness, not afraid to stand up for herself.
Background: Celica's home village once once raided by the Ganglion, using Gaur, massive creatures created by the Ganglion for the sole purpose of being living weapons. During the attack however, one of the Guar, named Rock, protected Celica, and helped her escape, defecting from the Ganglion. Celica has treated Rock like a brother ever since, and does anything she can to protect him, including joining the human BLADE program so that Rock will not be required to fight, as he is a pacifist.
In the Now: Currently still under Galeem's influence.

Job: Psycorruptor+ (Psychic Attacks, Knife Attacks, Dual Gun Attacks)
Specialty: Mech Piloting,
Inventory: The clothes on her back, a knife, and a dual pair of SMGs

Lv: 5
EXP: 0/50
Abilities:

• Sliding Slinger - An Art in which she slides across the ground while firing her dual guns at her opponent, allowing her to cover a lot of ground at once while also attacking. Most useful when she needs to reposition, or in more risky situations like sliding underneath an enemy to take a shot at a weak spot.
• Absorber Skin - Capable of granting a protective barrier to herself or an ally. The barrier does not last against a prolonged assault, but is typically capable of blocking a single attack before breaking, regardless of power. This is at least, usually the case... something of extreme power may break through entirely.
• Black Bane - Celica's signature Art that she created herself. This is a single strike with her knife, that after contact will absorb afflictions on the target to deal incredible harm based on how many afflictions the target was suffering from. If the target is poisoned, burning, bleeding, stunned, frozen, even asleep... all sorts of afflictions are taken into account, but removed after the damage is dealt.

Skills:

• Skell License - Celica has a Skell License, and is therefor recognized as a compatible pilot for Skells, the combat mechs of her world. This also means she is... mostly knowledgeable about how to pilot a mech. (She's most of the way there, she just forgets a lot of things when in the moment)
• Firearm/Blade Experience - She knows where the pointy end of a knife is, and which way to point a gun. She's no expert, but she is capable of slicing her opponents up if necessary, or better yet, filling them with new holes.

Weaknesses:

• Weakness - Generally weak, she is small, both in stature and frame. She doesn't have the physical strength of a soldier, despite technically being one herself.
• Not Good Under Pressure - Particularly when in a heated situation requiring quick thinking, she tends to get overwhelmed, and let her nerves get the best of her. Most often this comes in the form of forgetting what buttons do what as a pilot, or the exact specifications of how a certain attack is performed, leading to minor slipups at best, and major mistakes at worst.
• Trust Issues - It took a lot for Celica to agree to trust the humans who offered her a home. Only when she joined the BLADE program and started fighting with a team did she truly come to trust anyone. She always assumes the worst in people, assuming they only care what they can gain from any interaction. This leads her to often try to do things herself, taking on too much responsibility, and putting herself in dangerous situations.

Spirits: None Currently

Rapport: (You can keep track of your Rapport here. As you level up Rapports, consider linking the posts here and listing what they give you)