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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2017 13:40:03 GMT -5
Mickey was dispensed like a child’s capsuled toy out onto the cruel hardness of wooden flooring on all fours. He panting in exhaustion and in shock staring down at his gloved hands as the Star Seeker disappeared. The day was not turning out to be one of his best and the mouse barely had time to process what was happening before his gloved hands were wrenched out from underneath him and were smashed together in one very beefy hand. He was pulled up seemingly effortlessly hanging by his hands before a broad pirate with terrible breath and a large cliché anchor tattoo on his bare chest.
”Ouch! Hey let go a’me.” Mickey kicked and struggled but to little avail against this large neandrolthol of a man. Okay. This was bad maybe. What was most important for the moment was figuring out where he ended up, so he took a breath (as awful as it was) and he looked around. Above waved a flag bearing a skull and two cross bones. He’d seen that in some of his favorite adventure books as a mousling and even then he’d decided he never wanted to cross paths with what this was. A pirate ship. Mickey had landed himself in a pirate ship and without his hands he wasn’t sure how to summon the keyblade. What a pickle indeed.
Some rope was tightened around Mickey’s wrists and then forced to his back and he struggled and pulled but an acrobat does not an expert knot untie-er make. The pirates were laughing gruffly to one another about their pathetic stowaway and Mickey stared at them indignantly. Typically his royal status wasn’t something he went waving around but boy were they rude! To call him pathetic, if they only knew! They were just lucky to have gotten his hands tied up as quick as they had. They threw him down into the hold where the floor boards were musty and wet with growing mold and crawling spiders. He scrambled even with his hands tied behind his back to roll into a sitting position at best rather than a mouse burrito inching over the floor. Finally able to position himself in a way that was slightly less uncomfortable (after what took near ages) he poured his focus into turning his hand in such a way that might allow him to squeeze free of the ropes or at least summon the key blade. He was down in that hold for quite some time. How long was hard to say, but when the usual thudding of boots started to become insistent pangs of noise, the mouse king was admittedly growing curious. ”Oh, Golly! I’ve had about enough of this!” he squeaked his frustration and he pulled. It hurt but the ropes loosened and just in time too as the hold’s hatch opened, the hazy blue light of dusk pouring in toward the floor.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2017 13:58:08 GMT -5
But just then.. Unknown Voice: "READY...AIM...FIRE!"As a barrage of BBs filled the air, as it disarmed the pirate's weapons, and soon came in 2 Regiments; (5 Shadow Pure-Blood Musket-Men per Regiment.)of Musket-Men as they surround the dangerous brigands. As they point their sharp bayonets to the sneaky pirates, warning to fire and attack if they didn't comply. It seemed this King Mickey's "heroic" rescuers where on a mission sent by Monarch Glade to deal with the problems of pesky pirates that had stolen supplies from the local settlers. This gang of pirates was indeed;
"The Scalawags" A sub-faction for a larger group that haunted the waters.
These "colonial old school fashion" what appeared to be.. Heartless?! Yes, indeed all Heartless! But their symbol, was different. It wasn't a Heartless Symbol, it appeared to look like this.. They didn't appear hostile either. The lower ranked Musket-Mem, where dressed in shiny Mid Revolutionary 18th Century Red Coats Attires.As riding on-top of a Heartless Horse, General Buckingham Gluttony was vary upset over the entire situation. General Buckingham G: "You pesky pirates have broken code 6946, illegal stolen settlement supplies." "By order of Monarch Glade, and The Heartless Republic.." "For this, your current options are to surrender, or face ex-location by hanging to the neck till dead to the gallows, as is for ALL you rambunctious rapscallions and what not!"The General had enough of these pirates. He was entirely different from the others, as he was clearly the one in charge of this battalion. He had much human features, such as a full sported muttonchops mustache, his antenna had two shiny ear rings, and he work a tie around his outfit, he was indeed an odd General, but for his class, a Tactician, usually where odd masters of combat planning and cloth design.As the pirates where being handcuffed, as the battalion took over the ship;
(Another ship for their own use)
One of the Musket-Men spotted the Mouse King.
Musket-Man 1: "General, it seems they where holding up an..Odd looking creature.."
The General got off his horse as he approaches King Mickey.General Buckingham G: "Who are you, strange one..?" "You're clearly not from around here..You where taken prisoner, I'm guessing, so I assume you're Neutral?" He had a stern and muttering accent of an old British-American type, as he spoke and awaited an answer.
(No pictures for right now, perhaps in the next post)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2017 16:44:12 GMT -5
Oh yes. That was definitely a lot of noise up there even a barrage of what sounded like gun fire! Mickey squeaked in alarm, his arms bursting out to his sides, the last bits of the rope tearing before falling in a hapless coil behind his feet. His state of alarm caused his true blade, golden kingdom key to appear in his right hand rather than the Star Seeker that he typically chose of his own will. A blade of shining gold tended to draw attention of all sorts. Before he had a chance to really look for an escape that would not have put him immediately in harm’s way, there were footsteps coming toward the hatch. He had no way of knowing what was out there.
He pressed his back against the support beam he’d scooted toward and waited alert to any surrounding forces that might emerge from the yawning shadows of the dank hold. Someone…something poked it’s head over the open latch and Mickey’s head tilted to meet its gaze. He would know that searching yellow glow anywhere. That was a heartless! Mickey braced himself, ready for an attack, his key blade brought before him and his free hand placed behind it in a guarded fashion…until the heartless…sort of…spoke. General? That could be bad…
His eyes squinting a bit, Mickey let his keyblade disappear as he headed toward the hatch. You never knew who was after a keyblader. It seemed to Mickey that the logical thing to do was hide that about himself unless he needed it. Maybe the heartless hadn’t seen him. Tentatively he approached the stairs leading out of the latch. He had about enough time to pop up his ears and his twitching nose before the apparent ‘general’ approached him calling him strange one. They were all heartless and Mickey’s eyes widened in that realization but there was something different about them as well. He’d never seen anything like them! Ansem the Wise had really hit it on the nose when he lamented that even after all those years of research they were really no closer to understanding the untamable heart as they were when they started! If only he’d been here to see what the mouse king was seeing now!
The ‘general’ surmised that Mickey was not from wherever they were and Mickey assumed that was accurate so he agreed by refraining from disagreeing. Given that Mickey didn’t know what he was ‘neutral’ against he wasn’t sure what to say to that either. ”The name’s Mickey.” he replied carefully. ”…and no, I’m not from around here.” It was probably best to leave it at that until the mouse could figure out what was going on, where he was, who these…whatever they were were! Why did they bear keyblades? Why did they have antenna like the shadows? This was…disturbing.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2017 17:32:20 GMT -5
The General points to the Pirates. before addressing King Micky.
General Buckingham G:"Excuse me for a moment Sir "Mickey", was it?"
He turns and stomps his foot, calling over his Officer.
"Officer Acer!" "What's the situation with these brigands?! Come to me with a full report, on the double!"
Officer Acer: "With Gusto, General!"
From the shadows, a quite..Lovely looking Field Engineer Officer Female Shadow-Pure-Blood came to the General. She wore Engineer's Googles over her slick, long antenna and had smooth features closely to a Human Female.
Officer Acer: "General, our men have interrogated these filthy sea-dogs. They speak of their leader. A Mister;
"Duke of Death."
"Spade Cutter Guarantors to be exact. He's a wanted pirate that has been terrorizing Neverland's Resources."
The General spat a brownish liquid from his maw in disgust of that name. Clearly he was chewing on a Tobacco Leaf, as was common for their historical-based society.The General looked quite upset over this.
General Buckingham G: "I know this name all to well..He's killed several of my best Captains, Officers and Commanders.." "This means we must hang his throat!" "Hmm..Perhaps this "Sir Mickey" could be of use to us..?"
The Officer moves over to the Mouse King, kind of interested in how odd he looked.
Officer Acer: "Dunno, Boss. He's kinda small. Cute.~ But small. What if he's working for them as a spy..?~"
The General glares at King Mickey.
General Buckingham G: "Indeed..Tell us more, "Sir Mickey" how a odd little rodent like yourself got in this situation..And tell truthfully, because as of right now, you are unknown to us..The Heartless Republic's code is to never harm a Neutral, so for now you are under Code 59686; "Commoner's Credentials."
"A.K.A The Settler's Protection Law." "However...!" "You will need to speak a truthful tale, or we will have our reason that you're a spy..." "Explain." "Now."
He commanded him, as he awaits an answer.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2017 10:29:30 GMT -5
The immediate threat seemed minimal for the moment regardless of the fact that he was surrounded by heartless or whatever these were on a pirate ship. They were not attacking him, though this general gave Mickey reason to lower his brow. The…general… excused himself for a moment and Mickey watched after him knowin better than to take his eyes off of anyone here. Evidently the pirates that Mickey happened upon had a leader. It was fairly trivial Neverland issue for the most part though said ‘duke’ sounded as though he might have ties with the heartless. Most who would willin’ly associate their name with death would put themselves at inherent risk to the wiles of the darkness.
The general spit and the smell was revolting. Mickey’s sensitive nose upturned and he placed his gloved hands over his tunic where his excuse for hips were, an impatient tap of his foot beginning on the wood. Mickey had half a mind to jus’ take his leave…but then again he’d landed here. There was usually a reason for it.
The general and an officer? They turned to face Mickey already coming to wild conclusions about him possibly being a spy or working for them, for pirates? Mickey’s brow furrowed even more as they were demanding answers from him. Okay, maybe Mickey was willing to admit that somewhere within his status as royalty he grew less accustomed to being treated like or talked to as a ‘commoner.’ Maybe he just wasn’t terribly fond of this general. Truth be told his boisterousness reminded Mickey of certain tabby cat he knew. ”I’ve never come across a spy that was tied up or thrown in a cell myself, but I have no way of knowin the kinds of things ya must have seen.” Nope…subtleties were prob’ly not gonna work here. They wanted the truth and Mickey certainly didn’t want to end up tied up again.
The truth was that they were messing with the wrong mouse! Mickey backpedal a few passes and lifted his hand to summon the shimmering Kingdom Key. It arrived in a flash and he lifted it to show them. This key itself was probably in the history tomes in some of these worlds that would trouble themselves with it by now though Mickey would expect that it was actually Sora’s blade, the very mirror image of his own. ”This is the truth and given that heartless are typically after those of us who wield the keyblade, I was doin my best to keep it hidden.” A yield to the general’s request but also a threat. All they saw was small when they looked at Mickey. That would be a grand mistake on their part. ”I don’t know any ‘Duke of Death’ and I'm certainly not associated with any pirates.” Mickey couldn’t have lied about that if he tried.
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((Ok, I'm going to tone down on the special stuff and pictures a bit, it's kinda hard to do, so for the rest of this thread, minimal edited posts and no pictures till the next possible thread.))
The General sighed. This stereotype upset him as he looks down at the mouse. All he could do, was make a bow, before sighing.
"You're referring to "Feral" Heartless. We are different. We are called "Persudo", Smart Heartless." "We cannot revile how we gained our intelligence, but just know this."
He eye'd that KeyBlade, taking note of it.
" Vary well, vary well.." "You've proven your point." "I applaud you, Sir Mickey."
"It's clear..You're no spy. If you wield the vary thing that can destroy us..We rightful place you from the Code to a passable person. However, do not think that just because you are the holder, of A Key of Blades, means that comment was needed. If you'd like, perhaps you could met Monarch Glade. Then you'd know more about us. But we will not harm you. It is against the code. As we seek a world where Humans and Persudo live together. Freedom..Independence, for all of the worlds. A Surly perfect Utopia, don't you agree, dear boy..Ermm..Mouse?"
"Perhaps after speaking with him, He'll come with you to deal with these filthy dogs?"
This information will more then likely be much to take in. Humans, And Smart Heartless?! Together?! How?! He then smirked as he folded his arms. Officer Acer smirks, looking down at King Mickey, as she pokes his nose with her gloved clawe'd diget.
Officer Acer: "Why we wouldn't harm a fly, Mr. Mickey!~" We are a careing settlement, You should visit.~"
She seemed vary eager to have him accompany her as she giggles. The General simply rolls his eyes.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 6, 2017 23:28:16 GMT -5
Evidently making it clear that the king was not messing around was enough to get the general to stop prodding. Instead he was the one to start explaining. These were not heartless and certainly not human. Something different entirely or perhaps too close to either. To hear the word ‘feral’ used to describe heartless as though there could be any other sort was honestly quite jarring to the mouse king.
The stand off basically over the general proceeded advising a bit sullenly that the ‘comment’ wasn’t needed and Mickey sagged a bit his confusion weighing in on him. Freedom. Independence for all worlds. Independence? Separation did not necessarily guarantee a Utopia. It only made worlds smaller and more easily taken by the darkness. On that note, was this general independent…did every troop fight for the same belief and share faith in the same leader? Independence then from whom. This was all so maddening in its complexity that Mickey found his stringy tail swishing back and forth without his knowledge.
They invited Mickey to see their leader and the king let his keyblade disappear once more. Though he still looked weary he gave a nod of his head in agreement that he would go with them…possibly catering more to his curiosity than his better judgement. Hopefully this leader of theirs would make a little bit more sense. One of the smaller of these per-su-dohs poked him in the nose and giggled at him like unintentional it sounded more like a wicked cackle than anything. His ears twitched as he flinched away from her, but he turned his attention to the general. ”Let’s get goin.” he suggested uncomfortably, his gloved hand rubbing at the back of his head.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2017 7:36:46 GMT -5
The General smiled. It seemed this strange one had earned his respect, thus far enough.
But this was only due to his own beliefs. He does want good for his troops and the world. But every soldier in the Heartless Republic, Human, or Persudo, sees that there's something worth fighting for. A single goal. Heck, they have a settlement, a community based on an idea that's shocking, but has worked so far. The people of NeverLand look up to The Heartless Republic, history was being re-written! They think to them as people who they trust. But enough politics.
It was a 5 hour sail, the time now is somewhere between 6:30 PM-6:35 PM.
They finally dock their new ship into the settlement that is before to the King.
Camp New Hope.
The Capital of The Heartless Republic.
General Buckingham: "Ahhh..Home.."
He pulls out his Army Bugle Horn and blows into it, as the Musket-Men begin to unload Cargo they rightful took from the pirates, and take the Chained Pirates to their own version of a Dutch Colonial Jailhouse. The Cargo they took would then be split evenly for a job well done.
Some, carried to their Trade Storage for returning to the NeverLand's Human Settlements around that was stolen.
The rest was carried, into their General Store, which had many goods and serves as a drop off and storage for Settlers Goods and Travelers Goods.
General Buckingham: "This, is Camp New Hope."
"The Capital of our operations, and the soon to be "Freedom Nation" of NeverLand, and the soon to be the restored worlds"
"We only know now, that there are so many of the worlds in Darkness."
"You will soon know the truth, and hopefully you will understand our cause."
"These;
"Monsters" as you may call us.. Ughh, such savagry is disrespectful!"
The General spits that liquid again from his mouth, as he lights a Pipe of Tobacco and begins to puff, exhaling smoke from his mouth. It seemed he enjoyed a bit of Tobacco a bit, as he speaks.
"We can think, act and feel."
"Falsely, yes, we have no Hearts. "On a basic level, yes."
"But it's because of;
"The Gray Line".
"You'll know much more when you speak with The Monarch. It is him, this Line of Grayness, and our belief, in a world of unification, that solely founded this entire settlement."
"Nay, soon to be, Nation of Independence For All Humans And Persudo!"
The General dramatically waves a finger, before puffing again and exhaling blackish smoke from him maw, then speaks.
What you see before you as you walk to the lavished walls of the guarded places and busy Settlers and Travelers from Never Land and possible other worlds is..
Actually quite amazing.
There where Children Persudo Heartless of many Sub-Races of the Emblem/Pureblood Race too!
Settlers, Farmers, Guards, Shopkeepers, Jailers, Tailors, Bankers, Royal Throne-room Musketeers, you name it!
All assigned a Class and Role to the "Monarchy System" which is.
Settler/Child/Traveler-Middle Class Settler/Child Traveler/-High Class Settler/Child/Traveler-Guards/Royal Musketeer-Monarch
Everybody worked for a cause, everybody did their own part, even the Children where in the Schoolyard, learning how to defend for those who are defenseless. This was a growing community. But sadly, the Pirates have taken their toll, as they even had a Graveyard nearby.
The General And Officer walk The King all the way to the Grand Royal Palace. It was a 7 foot large lavished golden building with the heartless Republic Flag waved in blue silk of the finest materials. But it was swarming with Royal Musketeers and regular conscripted Human/Persudo Guards. This palace was right near the local Militant Barracks, where Musket-Men and other types of "Unit-Class Based Roles" where given to conscripted Soldiers and trained as either one of their many sections of armies There was;
Monarch's Royal Musketeer or "Monarch's Guard" (Royal National Guard)
Normal Guards Brigade (N.G.B) (Basic Police/Patrol Guards that uphold the laws of the settlement.)
Royal Naval Defense Force (R.N.D.F) (Navy) Including reformed Air Pirates, Pirates, and Battleship Heartless.
Royal Aerial Guard (R.A.G) (Air Force) (Which for now was in the works and development.)
(It simply had flying Heartless such as Air Soldiers and Areo Plane Heartless for now until they invented the flying machine, which will be years away.)
(And yes, technically the Areo Plane Heartless was using a flying machine, but these versions was more in test and development, so for now they don't have them.)
And..
The Guards of Independence Force (G.O.O.F)
(Basic Land Army Units such as Soldier, Shadow, and other such smaller Heartless land units)
All in all, this was technically, a living, breathing nation of free-thinking Heartless. And to image Humans working with them?! Sounds Nuts!
Are they perhaps the good guys truthfully?
In truth, they fight for what they believe is right.
As The General and Officer arrive to The Royal Palace, two Royal Musketeers block the entrance.
RMM1: "Oi, who's dis duffy, lil' thing? A avler?"
RMM2: "He's so small! Almost as big as we are, oweva'. I don't like tall pepol'. Why're you here General Buckingham?"
Both seemed to have a thick cockney accent of British-Colonial decent as they talked. The General glares at their ignorance and speaks.
General Buckingham: "This "Small" person is no ordinary traveler! Hold your foul tongues!" "He indeed a grand Hero." A KeyBlade Wielder." "He wishes to see and speak with The Monarch. To learn the truth behind our ways and the "Gray Line."
Both look at each-other and gulp.
Both: "Woteva' you say General, right this way Sir(s)."
The General and Officer then salute, as the RMM salute back, opening the door.
General Buckingham: "This is where we depart ways, Sir Mickey. This is a journey you must take to yourself. I have Pirates to interrogate, as i am also the local Town Sheriff of the Guard after all! If you need me, come to the Jailhouse."
"It was a pleasure, Sir Mickey."
"Perhaps from now on, you will see that we are no;
"Monsters." after all."
"But, you've earned my respect. And I like that." "this is where the truth lies. Fare winds, Sir Mickey."
Officer Acer smirks.
Officer Acer: "Play nice, Sir Mickey.~"
She said with a smile. She seemed to like this young mouse, which was vary odd, but still adorable.
(I'd ship them. XD)
The Guards looks over at King Mickey and move aside.
RMM1: "Ere' you are then, "Sir Mickey."
RMM2: "On with it then, the truth and wot' not." "But be wary of our laws. Other then that, our Monarch is vary nice and charmin' and wot' not."
For now, King Mickey was with only himself, as you see before you, a royal palace entrance to Throne Room, and the Governor/Senator's Council Area.
What he does from here, will be heavily watched by the guard, all having Muskets/Swords. What he does now..Is up to him.
(Man this is getting good, now for the fun part.)
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And so the mouse King traveled along with the questionable looking brigade, still unsure what to make of all of this. One of the most negatively talked about traits of the king was his overly willing nature when it came to trust. Mickey knew that people figured him to be ‘naïve’ when it came to other folks but there was more to it than that. It wasn’t that the old mouse didn’t know better when it came to trust…it was that it was personally important to him to give anyone that might ask for it that chance to prove themselves. So far things seemed to be going…acceptably with this general and his officer. Mickey’s eyes shifted nervously over to her a moment when she wasn’t looking at him…which was rare. Well it was all fine except for the distinct feeling that this officer seemed to be looking at him like she wanted to eat him for dinner.
Upon arriving ‘home’ the general blew through a bugle and like an ant colony, the cargo was quickly unloaded and dispersed while Mickey and the party he traveled with was brought through. The general introduced the camp name, talked about his people, and accused Mickey of spouting disrespectful names. Not once had he called anyone a monster. From what the king could gather, something else animated these creatures all together. Their motive had nothing to do with the heart. This ‘gray line.’ What sort of power source was this? It was the word ‘unification’ that bothered Mickey to his core. What some may perceive as peace didn’t necessarily make for a peaceful setting for all.
To see these persudo children…it was actually jarring. Mickey just wasn’t sure what to do or think about any of this. It was like everything they knew. Everything about hearts, about the worlds, their connection, their repulsion, the Heartless the darkness and the light. Not one unearthed discovery made sense here. What use would a republic such as this have for a keyblader…for a keyblade war for that matter…? And on that note…what side were they on?
The general and the rest of the party were greeted by more soldiers and Mickey simply stared at the general. They made a comment to Mickey’s small stature. Nothing the mouse king wasn’t used to, and the General barked at them for their lack of respect to which Mickey was left only able to uncomfortably scratch at the back of his head. The door to where the leader evidently waited was opened for Mickey to pass and the General said his farewell again insisting that Mickey viewed them all as monsters. The mouse even opened his mouth to say that he had never said any such thing but thought better of it when the general mentioned that he’d earned his respect…somehow. The officer then told him to play nice and he cocked his head to the side in oblivious confusion. The guards goaded him forward and he stepped toward…a throne room from the look of it. His ears and his nose alerted him to the presence of others in hidden corners and lofts. Eyes seemed to be all around him…just like the realm of Darkness. He swallowed audibly scolding himself. ”Golly…what have I gotten myself into?”
Figures and voices loomed ahead and Mickey made his way toward them. He hadn’t seen anyone go in to alert this ‘monarch’ that anyone was coming…perhaps they had other ways of communication. A chilling thought in its own right. He kept his gloved hands at his sides, visible and keybladeless for the moment. ”Hullo…er, Hail?”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2017 21:13:57 GMT -5
(Before I say anything else, I will add some pictures of what the main NPCS look like. I know i said no pictures but it's needed, cause this rp is getting good. Thank you for understanding. <3 Also, it's getting down to the wire, so to make things interesting, some disturbing reading will be now fully active on these next posts.)
Inside was.. Remarkable!
A true marvel to behold. The floors where so shiny, you could see your own reflection. So polished and clean, you could eat off the floor. But to some's site, other things inside may seem..
Odd.
There where, statues of great Key-Blade wielders only known by some and unknown by others from long ago when the KeyBlade's first conflict happened. It seemed they did after all knew about Key-Blade Wielders drew inspiration from them. However, they only knew the old ones, not the current..And then, sitting near the vary middle..Is.. A statue of King Mickey himself!
And all the residents of Radiant Garden. They seem to acknowledge him as a hero. Like the others. Other then the other expensive furnishings, suggestively dressed, and beautiful Colonial/Rome style female Persudos walking around, with "happy" guards.
(After all, love is love in the most important place of the settlement, and it does fit the current era of which they are in.) (A wench is still a wench.) The place was indeed a paradise.As the Royal Musket-Men Walk around in patrol, before you about 5 feet away, was a vary charismatic looking Shadow-Pure Blood, dressed in royal clothing, sitting on a 5 foot tall Golden Throne.
He seemed busy. As, He was discussing something important, with his most trusted Soldier.
The self-claiming best shot in the lands, Unfrock.
(And soon to be hated person,the secret spy for the Sakalwags, Dead-Eye in my current thread.) Unfrock and The Monarch where talking, when his eyes directly lay upon the small, round eared fellow, which caught his attention, as he spoke. "Errm..Excuse me, Unfrock, my General's company has arrived. You are relived for now, we shall speak later." Unfrock replies; "As you wish, Monarch Glade." As he bows and walks away. He walks right past the King, and whispers silently to himself. Unfrock/Dead-Eye: "Soon, I will have the reward and this foolish little palace will be mine." His scarred eye shifts to The King, as a crooked smirk comes to his face as he speaks silently with a voice of a much more slimier and almost acute version of Luxord's, as he speaks to Micky silently.Unfrock/Dead-Eye:"..And you..Little one..I know who you are.."King Mickey."
"You're better off killing this idiot. There's no way Heartless and Humans will ever coexist. I work for the best, and you..You're just as foolhardy as him.." "I look forward to killing you.."Long Live..The King..~"
"Because whatever you think is right..You're wrong." An obvious reference from some movie, however, his words where cold and hateful. He seemed obviously suspicious and working for The Skalawags in secret, as he quickly walks off, he leaves you with those harsh words, melting into the shadows in the night.
(( A pic of Dead-Eye)):
The time now, was 10:34 PM.
It seemed some time has passed as the guards begin to light the Throne Room' blazers with fire sticks as the moonlight shines into the giant glass cathedral church-like window above with a picture of some sort of Key-Blade Wielder, looking almost like Aqua, facing off against, what looks like 7 more "deformed" and "demonic" Heartless. This "disturbing" was a tale told by their "Philosopher" as it tells a tragic but interesting tale. The name it is:
"Jonah: And The Arch of Sins" (I'll tell you about the Phil guy later.) The tales goes.
One day, a hero named "Jonah" from long ago, faced off against 7 Deadly Sinners from the Mid-Evil Age. They were once humans, but gave into darkness, and were turned into powerful heartless. There was one of each, more disturbing then the last.
The tale continues as in order to defeat them, she had enact one of each deadly sin against the Sinners. Each act she did, was repulsive and quite.. "detailed" and "sexual." In the end of the tale, she destroyed the Sinners, but was seen as a sort of "Anti-Christ."
As she was burned in the town she grew up in, seen as a spawn of Darkness.
However..Secretly in the back of the picture, there was..What looked like a boy..This is part of the tale, an even more disturbing part. When she died, all of the evil that was inside her, became a living, breathing Persudo. It was..What looked like a Shadow and A Human mixed together. The tale also speaks of him having the ability of all 7 Sinners, he had polymerizing powers as well, the ability, transform his body not only into each of The 7 Sinners, but into a gender opposite of any person he has last seen. As it ends, it tells of him killing and devouring the hearts of the town-folk in anger of them killing his 'mother" as he'd called her. After doing so, He vanishes into the woods, never to be seen again. A second book is said to be in the works.
This was a vary popular book, as the original copy, free for the public to read, was sitting on a alter-like book pillar. Only those of true heart don't get to confused nor "sick" about reading this dark sexy fantasy book. (Read if you dare, King Mickey.) ( It's actually interesting.) (Here is a pic of all the sinners, Jonah, and Seed. This describes them perfectly. I know this is a bit off topic, but it's interesting to see some lore behind Persudo's version of a fable. Each sinner has a color that is to an element.) (Jonah Arch): (Best picture I could find of an Aqua Look alike) Description: The one who enacted the seven sins. She is the main character of the book, as is also the main one to die.(Seed): Description: Born from hatred in her heart, he killed all the people who killed his "Mother." Has a ability to turn into the 7 Deadly Sinners, and turn into a gender opposite version of the last person he has seen.(Sinner 1): Locked Form: Description: The leader of the Sinners. Her sin is Sloth. She acts lazy and sluggish, and speak in a mild-Spanish accent. Her attacks are with water. In this form, her powers are vary limited.Unlocked Form: Description: Her unlocked form at 100% Power. Still slow and sluggish, but can deliver powerful blows.(Sinner 2): (Sinner 3): Her name is Avaritia. Her sin is Greed. She loves munny and anything shiny. Speaks British like. Attacks with Thunder magic.(Sinner 4): Gula. Sinner 4. His sin is Gluttony. He loved to devour hearts and is almost like the Sloth Sinner His power is Ice. Speaks in a Japanese Accent. Always hungry.Her name is Invidia. Her sin is Envy. She is always the runt, and is always talked about by the others as underrated. She is vary moody and jealous. She thinks she deserves better not to be looked down on. Her power is Cure magic. Speaks in an Irish Tone.(Sinner 5): Ira is sinner 5. Her sin is Wrath. She speaks in slow talking manners. Has little brains vs brawn. Loves to fight and kill. Power is Fire. Speaks in a Italian accent.(Sinner 6): Next is Luxuria. (No relations to Luxu) Her sin is Lust. Always flirty and sexual. Her power is Flower. Speaks in a German Accent. (Sinner 7): The last of the sinner is Superbia. He is the sin of pride. He is always proud of himself, and loves attention. Vary slimy and always thinking about how great he is. His power is Nil. He speaks in stuttering chirps.(Thanks for allowing me to share some lore. :3 Now back to the rp! I hope you do read the book, I mean ,yeah I kinda spoiled the entire story, but there is more to it.) As everybody seems to roam about, The Monarch smiles to his new guest, as He gestures him to move forward.
"Please, King Mickey. Come froward, and thy knowledge of my cause shall be told."
He said to King Mickey, as his antenna twitch with joy.
"You are a great KeyBlade Master, one of which of legends foretell!" "But I personally know about your truthful and noble cause. My name is Monarch Glade Conner Maxwell III, I am the obvious leader of The Heartless Republic." He gets up, and takes a knee, bowing before King Mickey, as he sits back down, and speaks."I'm honored to even take breath with the same person whom inspired our own flag. Indeed, not just you, but the others as well." "Your duty and ways of the light, have inspired an entire nation to take up a noble cause, just as you are." "I wish for a world of peace. Freedom. And Unification of Heartless, and Humans. "We may be destroyed by light.. But we are Persudo, we are gifted with the wisdom to live without hearts. And even falsely feel, Like those dreaded Nobodies.." "How I despise those lifeless shells. I are not for our own opposites, Void-lings either. To me, those "empty shells" need to be destroyed!" He sighs as he smiles."Forgive me, King Mickey, I...I just do not like them.."
"Besides such.."
"I believe if this mysterious "Gray Line" that gave us our gifted false knowledge is amplfied with magic of some sort of "Positive" energy, smilier to The Elmental Power, Nil, The Same as Nobodies, we may be able to actually be able to feel and express emotions! In a way.. "live" like a Human, but without Hearts.."
"And feel..Truthful emotions.."Love..is powerful. Light is true. Tis our ways are noble and just, we are not the same as our feral brothers and sisters." "I fear if nobody stops them, we may never win this war.." "King Mickey, I have somebody I'd like you to meet."
"This is our top philosopher and researcher. Professor Gadget Gear-Twist. Head of the Gadget's Emporium And Wisdom Committee."
Just then, a vary old, but wise Air Soldier, looking as if he was indeed quite "steampunk"(ish), walks in. His eyes where unseen by his Medical Googles, his wings were folded, he adjusted his goggles and looks at the King with an interested smirk.((Here is a pic)): Professor Gadget Gear-Twist: "AHH! Vel'come dearest King! Vou' var' Much Un' interesting subject indeed.."
"Have you un' read my fable?" "I plan to un' work on va' second version, with Seed as un main character!"
"You should read it, the original text is over there." He points to the tome, before speaking."I am the head of our testing of weapons ,technology, and every day items!"
"And everything un' that is science!" "You see, zis' "Gery Line" is the key to winning un' war!"He explains that with the right kind of magic, it would be able to effect feral Heartless, turning them into Persudo. Then, The Monarch speaks. "As you see, we also face the trouble of the dreaded Skalawags. These "organized" Pirates are lead by a mysterious "Duke of Death" and we need help. I trust you understand now? We are not evil..We are wanting to simply be..Independent.." "I offer you a peaceful stay if you wish. The choice is up to you, but it has indeed been an honor to see the Great King Mickey!" "Tell..Why have you come to me besides to learn our goals?" He asked, politely, as both of them awaiting a answer.
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Everything about this place was so busy. Mickey knew it well the day to day wanderings of the castle court. He purposefully kept his doors as close to the town as possible and he and the Queen often mingled with the commoners without batting so much as an eyelash. Being beloved, oh especially as beloved as the Queen certainly made for a busy home. Mickey himself would have so easy gotten bored with all of the parties and the dancing and music, but he got to see the way Minnie absolutely lit up when she was able to throw a ball or even just a gathering. All Mickey could do was helplessly fall in love with her beautiful self all over again leaving him the spritely king to greet and dance and share food and drink with that everyone always expected of him.
Mickey was aware that he’d interrupted an important conversation…and evidently the person who was speaking to this ‘monarch’ was not to happy about that fact at all. He was called ‘Unfrock’ and became apparent so painfully quickly that this…man(?) was a problem. The muttering to himself, surely the Monarch could hear it…and yet, it wasn’t common for Mickey to realize that not everyone had as large of ears as he did.
He worked for ‘the best’ and ‘this fool’ Mickey’s eyes from anxious orbs to flickers of curiosity snapped to the Monarch for a moment ‘was better off being killed?’ This ‘Unfrock’ he looked even more like a heartless than the folk here. He said aloud that he looked forward to killing Mickey and the mouse huffed, a glower cast in the stranger’s direction. ”Just try it. That’s the most ‘foolish’ idea in the room!” the king made no attempt to be subtle with this rat. His gloved hand was already poised at his hand ready to draw his blade should he need it. Unfrock apparently amused with himself, simply left with the anecdotal advice that whatever Mickey thought was right was wrong. Sure. There was a stain window that cast a ghostly image of a keyblade wielder that he’d never seen before once the torches were lit. Nearby was an altar with a tome that gave Mickey the willies just looking at it. What was this place?
The ‘Monarch’s’ voice beckoned him and Mickey was somewhat on edge as he approached. Again it was the same ideals the general mentioned. What was the ‘Gray Line?’ How could a community thrive like this on some evidently present element and somehow be unknown. This was all very chilling and Mickey found himself wishing he’d never stumbled on it. They had history! They’d been around for a long while as it seemed. They were fighting a war outside of the coming storm. How was this possible? It was as though he’d literally slipped into some child’s twisted toybox where the rules of the general world that was known just didn’t apply and the toys were stuck together as strange hybrids.
The professor that flew out to greet the king as ‘subject’ only enforced the King’s worries. Not to mention that there was a statue of him. They lived on the outside of everything that was going on and yet they knew it all. Mickey couldn’t have been more disturbed at this point, the urge to backpedal absolutely grating on the heels of his boots. The Monarch seemed to feel that the king understood things adequately enough but all that everything he’d seen here did was raise more questions that he was sure more answers to would cause a vicious cycle. Mickey shook his head. ”I have no idea what brought me to that pirate ship, but I’m usually brought to the right place at the right time. My guess is I was meant t’meet ya.” an uncomfortable gloved hand made its way to the back of Mickey’s head for a scratch before falling back to his side. ”I hope that fella that just walked out of here isn’t a friend of yours. He’s out to kill you…and me apparently. I can take care of myself…but whoever he works for doesn’t seem too happy with your…” Mickey let his eyes wander over the spiritually lifted throne room. ”Ideals.” he concluded. Mickey wasn’t so sure about them either.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 16, 2017 17:31:48 GMT -5
"No, Thank my General for saving you." "And it was indeed fate that brought you to us. You will be safe here."
He said with a smile.
"Trust me.." He said with a worried look, as if he had soldiers fall and be subjugated to horrible punishments by those filthy pirates.
"Those nasty brigands would have either skinned you to the sharks or hung you up like a child's puppet, and beat you to death."
"Or even sold you in the "slave trade" as they say. An awful band this "Skalawag" group is!"
He sighs, leaning back in his throne as he smiles to the King. But then he hears about his trusted "Unfrock" and the King's words. His smile seemed to lower a bit.
"Hmm...If this is true..I will keep an eye on him, he has been acting odd ever since he came back from patrol.."
He noted such in the back of his mind.
"We can't make more enemies then friends, you see. These pirates, however..Must be stopped, if we are to establish full protection of NeverLand."
"Also.." He stopped for a small second, then continued, seeing worry in the king.
"I apologize if you seem out of place, King Mickey. You see...Everything you once knew of Heartless, is changing. We now have 2 outposts on two, vary different worlds." "We just need to find the source of this "Gray Line", bottle it up somehow, and use it to "reprogram" so to speak, our feral brothers and sisters."
"With us..We can change things! That is why we exist! To help people. We aren't evil..We are a new generation of Heartless. We wish to bring peace to the lands, and co exist with the humans and well..Other races."
He said excitingly.
"We need your support, and that of anybody else you may know. Please, dearest King Mickey..Will you aid us in our plight?"
"If so, we will do anything, to protect the light, truth, and justice of these dark times, and offer any type of military support." He said vary seriously.
The Professor begins to speak.
Professor: "Allow me, dearest un' Monarch!"
"King Mickey, dearest sir!" "Hear my pleas!"
"If un' Grey Line, can be manufactured and collected.."
"We cna un' win dis' war.. and change everything!"
"It is destun'iy!"
"I have the tools to do such, I just need the right kind of magic..If you do un' aid us, I offer my vast knowledge of the arts of Elemental, Flora, Fauna, and UN' everything for science!" "All, to you, King Mickey, Great Keyblade Master!"
He said dramatically, while pushing his googles up, as you get a quick glace of his swirly eyes, he seemed blind without his googles as he bows greatly to both of them.
"Well, you've heard such..Now it is up to you."
"What say you, King Mickey?"
"Will the Warriors of Light, help the Seekers of Independence.."
"The Heartless Republic?""For together, we will make the worlds and boundaries, of Heartless and Human conflict, end! What..Say you?" He said, awaiting an answer.
Everybody else was cheering them on, as if this big speech motivated them.
They as clear as day, are already moved by the goals of the HR.
Both great leaders, get equal pries as they cheer "Monarch Glade" and "Great King Mickey."
The entire room was lit with cheers, as they await a response.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2017 20:27:25 GMT -5
The king mouse found himself feeling a bit inwardly uncomfortable though it was truly not in his light hearted nature to judge. From one ruler to an evident other, Mickey couldn't help but feel that this Monarch Glade fella just wasn't taking the possibility of betrayal quite seriously enough especially when that possibility was in relation to such a close point of contact. He certainly made it appoint to tell the Monarch but 'concern' wasn't the projected stance on that. If anything, Glad seemed almost exhausted by the notion, more like it was just another burden.
There were bigger fish to fry it appeared. Mickey was reminded that he was lucky that this brigade had arrived that the pirates had encountered were ruthless. Mickey was surprisingly used to the constant underestimation. The angle here was whether or not the king would gather his 'chosen' for the light and assist with harnessing this 'Grey Line.' The monarch believed that the 'feral' nature of the heartless was curable, that sentience could outwiegh the necessity for the moral complexities that a heart would grant. These persudos were just like the nobodies with different motivation. Even so...what would happen when the heartless weren't feral? They would still remain in hoards, their very presence leaving the world's connections open serving to pour more and more of them in. Sentience with no motivation? What would a cure for feral nature truly accomplish? You can't force the dark to be light. You can coax and convince and do whats in your power to show them light but if is not chosen freely then what remains is inherent dark or nothing at all.
"I'm afraid that just isn't somethin I'm equipped t'answer for ya right now. Theres a lot to consider here. What I will do is act as a liaison for your monarchy and should my subjects opt to join in your cause I will direct them to you." What was typical in such puzzling situations as these was council with his good friend Ansem the Wise. That just wasn't a possibility for the moment and that fact shuddered down to the mouse's toes. It was also wise to meet with his former master. If anyone would know what to make of this 'Grey Line' it was Master Yen Sid. To expend energy on this figurative source after what had occurred in Hallow Bastion between himself and what was once Terra was still the king's primary concern albeit selfish as it might have seemed.
Mickey glanced at the air soldier professor before speaking again. "Either way, you've given me a lot to think about. I need to be going now."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2017 23:02:55 GMT -5
((WARNING: This will make you cry.))
"Thank you, King Mickey." Monarch Glade had a wide maw smile. But then He heard the word "Subjects".
"Subjects you say, and whom are those..?" He said, a bit confused. He only knew a tiny bit about The King's history as far as The KeyBlade Wars. The text of course did not mention his current events as they had only recovered so much data from when they first started out as a bunch of camps.
"King Mickey, I understand that you may not have the knowledge..But it will become clear soon."
He said with a clear look.
"The world is changing, but we cannot let The Darkness take over. I believe that there is good in us Perusdo. The "Gray Line" is key to unlocking it. Image a entire unlocked world or worlds, of Perusdo and Humans."
He holds out his arms spread out, as if mimicking a world.
"A world where, yes the population would skyrocket, but they would undertake the same circle of life as a human. We can live up to 200 years, but after that...We die.."
He looks down. As if now he knew that death would be possible for he would never live forever, but he also knew deep inside he'd rather die for the good things, then bad. He gulps and continues.
"A world were Perusdo lesser beasts with no minds but of dogs and cats, lived as pets. Ones who could talk yes, but they'd be loved.."
"The ones with free-will, would be working with the humans and other races."
"A world where they were domesticated, However, not "slaves."
He continues.
"But what I'm trying to say is, a world where a race thought to bring nothing but destruction, brings creation."
"We'd help with construction of buildings, watching over families and making our own paths in life."
"Working a 9/5 job. Think if it for a moment. It's already happening. We have outposts now on some worlds. Watching over it's people."
He sighs.
He then got worried for him and said something.
"King Mickey, I thank you for your time, but please....It least stay the night. It's to dangerous to go out now, as those pirates patrol the waters at this time, and considering you got caught, our patrols only go so far as the borderline to Pirate's Cove, the death spot of so many settlers." "So please, stay over until morning, and we'll give you 5 days prevision so you'll be ready to be prepared to leave." "I....just don't want our only KeyBlade Master to be lost.."
He gets up, and walks over to the King. He then picks him up, and strangely..He Hugs him suddenly as soft as possible.
"If..We lose you..We lose the war..We've only just met..But you're a War Hero to us.. "Our children draw pictures of you, our Elders talk of your great achievements.." "Our Youths wish to be like you."
He looks down.
"Just to be in your presence, is a blessing...I know everything seems twisted...But..Just know...I am afraid too..."
He then, suddenly begins to shed tears. He closes his eyes and keeps hugging.
"I...A-am afraid.." "For you...My people....M-my future..Every day, the Darkness overcomes another person..And we become closer to extension as a race.."
His voice becomes shaky as he continues.
"..B-but..I..I need help... I am a Leader..But I-I'm weak in spirit.."
"These dark times make a person weak..Please...Stay..Just T-the night.." "Please...."
His tears stream down his face as he smiles.
"I know whoever these subjects are..They will understand too.." "I'm so afraid for you...For them..For the future of our worlds.." "And I want you to know something I-important.."
He comes a tad closer and whispers in his big ear.
"You...Are my hero..."
He said in all honesty, before he lets go, sliding down onto the floor as he was on his knees. He looks the King in his eyes.
"P-please...." "S-stay the night...?"
He looks down as he awaits for an answer.
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”Oh…uhhm. Those who would faithfully call me their king I suppose.” That was a strange question. Much like these…persudo out here were this monarch’s subjects, Mickey himself had followers who truly looked at him as a leader and followed him as opposed to those that begrudgingly called him ‘his majesty’ or otherwise. Mickey was never the sort of king to set a royal foot upon the heads of those that would bow to him, in fact it rarely made a difference to him if someone called him ‘your majesty’ or ‘mouse.’ Even then Mickey preferred the less formal options from those he could safely call a ‘friend.’
The monarch went on to say his piece, touching on the idea that he was only reacting in an undesired way because he did not yet have ‘the knowledge.’ To that Mickey returned a rather flat stare, his large round ears sagging forward just a bit. What an ignorant thing to say. As it was Mickey just…couldn’t bring himself to agree with the idea of this utopia this persudo was seeing. Yes freedom for a race that wants nothing more than to be free seems so ideal, but Mickey wondered if the Monarch even knew the risks of having all the worlds connected. Each world had their own carefully crafted happenings and rich differing history. Even the Heartless that invaded began to change shape and take a form more believable to the world they were stumbling upon. If all the worlds were connected…what then? There were worlds that were more remote with different technology and world understandings. Different believe systems that would shatter. The sheer chaos of what the Monarch seemed to want chilled the little mouse king to his bones. Good intention did not necessarily make an action good.
It was in a ruler’s nature, Mickey supposed, to look at a situation and be able to see only one thing. ‘What of my people?’ This ‘grey line’ this energy source, Mickey did not believe it was as balanced and positive as this monarch thought it was. Sources of power were never what they seemed to be.
The invitation to spend the night was one that Mickey couldn’t for a moment consider. ”My best move is to keep m…” before he could even comprehend the reason the Monarch was closing the distance, he was being lifted into the air into embrace. To be pressed against a stranger that was half heartless, part heartless even made Mickey want to squirm. Still he gave a nervous chuckle and a soft pat on the Monarch’s back. ”Now now.” After a moment he was set down and the unthinkable was happening. The Monarch…was crying. They could…cry. Before he could stop them, the mouse king’s eyes were widening. It was not quite shock as it was something else. Fear wasn’t the right word but there was certainly an anxiety here.
”I…” he supposed that before he could even begin to explain to anyone who might be able to put all this in better perspective, it wouldn’t hurt to spend a bit of time coming to understand them…but something deep down in Mickey’s gut told him that this was a bad idea. ”…suppose I could use a little rest.” He was absolutely fine when it came to restfulness. One thing was clear…Neverland did not hold whatever it was he was looking for. He’d certainly found something and had clearly been meant to arrive…but he couldn’t help but feel that this detour was going to cause him to miss something vital. Once Mickey was shown where he could get something to eat and to wash up, he turned in early, writing his thoughts in a new journal for jiminy. After a time when the night became quiet and he’d spent enough time watching from the safety of his temporary quarters a people that he just couldn’t bring himself to believe were harmless, Mickey’s thoughts turned back to some of the earlier events of the day. There were some folks he desperately needed to speak with. He wrote out a letter and left it upon the bed roll before slipping off into the dark corridor into the very earliest hours of the morning. The letter simply read:
Thank you for your hospitality. I’m sorry to have left so suddenly, but a friend really needs my help. I will return soon.
-Mickey Mouse
-FIN- [30 Munny has been added to Mickey and Glade for finishing the thread.]
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