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Can't wait for this to start!

@Universorum Would you be able to link a new discord invite btw? It seems that the one from the earlier page expired.
Definitely interested in this though I'm not entirely sure what kind of character I'd go with.
Speaker Tocsax’s words were hard to follow for a man who was aimlessly wandering the desert only a day ago but one thing seemed clear: he was ready to die to fulfill his duty. However, Lucas and the others could challenge this fate to save his life and countless more. What needed to be done was obvious… Too obvious for imperial courts usually filled with intrigue. It was time to push his luck.

“Your tale is quite noble and melancholic, lord Tocsax. While you did not need to tell us your reasons for your call of arms, you have graciously done so. However, if we are talking compensation for services rendered, I require mine upfront.” Lucas would state, capitalizing on Alex’s demands. By comparison, his shouldn’t be as outrageous. Maybe. “I will only swear fealty if I am knighted under his majesty. Granted, I am not of your world but I assure you that the customs of nobility in mine are guaranteed by divine right and honor. If successful on this crusade against the traitor Leo, then a fiefdom of my choosing from your majesty’s imperial holdings as well. Otherwise, you merely need to point, and I will strike down our foes with no hesitation.” Surely, with the fate of the multiverse at stake, a man could reap the rewards that he rightfully deserves.

With his word given to his hosts, Lucas continued to listen to the others speak. It wouldn’t be long before Seth had protested Alex’s demands. Perhaps he also had disdain towards Lucas’ as well but his rage towards the mercenary overshadowed this. “Calm now, fuchsmann.” He would say to Seth. “Hired guns might chase coin but he’ll only get to spend it if there are still merchants at the end of this ordeal. Though, quite frankly, it would be foolish not to lay out your demands so you have something to look forward to at the end of all of this.” This was as impartial as Lucas could get, taking both sides while not committing to either. @Rex@Letter Bee
Lucas smirked as he viewed the representation of his world among the spheres. It was noticeably darker, not because of the Heartless but because of all smog generated by the coal and Ghostrock usage. Perhaps he got the short end of the multiversial stick because all the other keyblade wiedlers all had a fantastical aura among them. Surely their worlds had a similar sense of awe, he thought. Here he was a mere man among beings only mentioned in stories and myths but they were all brought together to stop the darkness that plagued every world, including his. How could he possibly refuse the call to battle?

However, as the others proceeded to talk about themselves and their worlds (and even about a stageplay about twin witches?), a thought entered Lucas’ mind that the others must surely wonder about as well. “Gracious hosts of the court, if I may ask, what exactly is our goal? Mentioning this progenitor Earth indicates to me that we will reunify this multiverse that you present before us.” He paused, pointing towards the holograms. “But surely such different worlds must adhere to a new normality when re-united. So, what does this new world order look like?” Lucas would inquisitively glance towards Damianos, and then to Tocsax before finally resting his gaze upon the imperial couple. He had a feeling that an inquiry that he had just made might have violated a code of noble conduct but living in the wild western frontier does erode proper behavior.
@Letter Bee

Sorry about the delay, I've been sick lately.
Under the bright starry night sky, a lone ranger sat next to a campfire. A can of beans was all he had left before the sun had set, and now he had run out of supplies. He couldn’t go back to town for he valued the folks’ lives more than his. Wherever he went, the darkness had followed and consumed all of it. Its hunger was insatiable and its pursuit relentless. Even now with his strange key-shaped weapon that appeared out of nowhere, Lucas was running out of hope. Checking his revolver’s chamber, he noticed that it only contained five bullets. He smiled at the revelation. Click.

Nothing but the embers of his fire burning out could be heard for the next few minutes. However, as his light ran out, a new one would brighten up his camp site. The heavens themselves seemed to have opened up and illuminated the area, with a strange metal zeppelin landing before Lucas. Before he could completely process what was happening, the crew of the aircraft exited from their ship and compounded his confusion. Angels!, he thought as they announced their message to him. With no suitable alternative left, Lucas agreed to accompany them.

The sensation of flight was new and awe-inspiring, but it was nothing compared to the sight of their destination. The palace invoked a sense of prestige and wonder, like that of the Berliner Stadtschloss. Indeed, it had been a while since he had laid his eyes on such regal architecture. As he departed the Gummi ship on his ironhorse, Lucas had wanted to explore the grounds but was soon asked to make his presence known to the lord of the castle. He dismounted as he followed his armed escort. While it had been a few years now, he still knew the customs of nobility by heart.

Arriving before the Basileus and Bassilisa, he knelt down to one knee. After listening to speaker Tocsax’s pitch, Lucas arose to deliver his response. “Lords and ladies of the court, I am Lucas Smith Junior, deputy of the northern Rio Grande settlements and son of Edler Lukaz Schmidt von Aachen of Germany, representative of der Kaiser in the New World lands.” He would then draw his keyblade from his side, plunging the tip to the ground and placing both of his hands on the hilt. “However, I believe this is why you sent for me. Truth be told, I’m no swordsman and even then, I cannot quite see as to why this weapon of all things is that important. Perhaps you could indulge my curiosity."


He has no mouth, yet he must eat. For Negative Man these weekly meetings are more discussion than lunch, prompting him to come prepared with more notes than your average Leaguer. His materials would include compilations of internal memos, government mandates, inventory checks, collateral damage bills, the local and international gossip columns regarding the League. All of this in an easy-to-read, proprietary file format that he sends out from the Monitor Room's communication node just before actual meeting itself. This week’s report in particular had a really glaring supply issue that he already had a prime suspect for.

Though, he does wonder how many of them read these reports beforehand as he rode the elevator from the Monitor Room to the main lobby. Lunch on the mind was different from food for thought; he figured that he’d be looking forward to food too if he still actually had a stomach.

Stepping out of the lift and walking towards the mess hall, he would see the exact familiar lack of face that he wanted to address. “Ah, Question. Just the detective I was looking for. I’m gonna need your skills in trying to figure out this odd discrepancy in our kitchen inventory.” Negative Man would state in the most whimsical way his robotic voice encoder allowed, allowing a few moments to pass before continuing. “For some reason, we seem to have a lot less sugar on hand than we’re suppose to... A lot less. Enough for this to be an issue that I’m raising at the meeting. Of course, who better than resident sugar enthusiast The Question to solve this case.” His voice would revert back to its baseline tone during the latter half of his statement, removing the whimsy and replacing it with the stoicism he usually spoke with. Negative Man would initiate his robot body’s smile gesture and leave it on for a moment before going ahead of Vic.

Entering the meeting room, he would notice that others had already assembled before him. At least they’re punctual, he thought. Negative Man would then walk towards Champion and Lizard, wondering what was being cooked along with the others. "Hmm. Might not actually be Question wasting sugar." He said out loud, with his analytical sensors not being able to determine what exactly this Nova Scotian cuisine was.

I wouldn't mind if we started now either.
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