Kingdom Hearts: The Tirain Pieces RP

[Josuke Higashikata 2,141]

(Technically the vote carry's a no ATM, however I've decided that I will veto your veto because DANCE TIME. GET YOUR LEOTARDS ON.) The lady cried out, why would the probable only people who could do it in the whole world mostly negative? As the color drained from her face, Sam and Dean had came from around the corner, dean's furrowed brow and crossed arms showed he was discontent with our Keyblade-singers. "Miss, we apologize, our charges are rather rude. Of course they're going to help you." Sam said, glaring at the kids. "Get in the tent, Sam will help you with the choreography and getting dressed." One hour, much screaming, a fire ball into the tent or two (or ten) from Mes, and both Henry and Ovan having some serious issues with the Choreography, Fiora being about as cherry-faced as an actual cherry, Brandon breaking the record player, as well as other... Issues... Everyone was prepared. Dressed in Kimono's (yes, even the guys), the group of teenagers walked up into the Rose Guardian Square, the central point of the fare. There, the area was packed with people of all ages and kinds, waiting to view the traditional dance. Thank goodness for Sam being a fantastic director. The dance began, the geisha guy's and geisha girls stood upon the stage, it was a sort of magical, yet comical site. 

 

However, our current writer is lazy and won't do it for you.

 

Go my slaves.

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I...

 

I'm not sure if I want to post now.

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BECAUSE YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE FABULOUSNESS OF DAVID'S DANCE

 

[Arya Stark 1,337]

"I said I'm not doing it." Mes muttered just loud enough for the others on stage to hear. She stood there with her arms crossed across her purple floral kimono, face rather red. She was currently still rebelling from the dance. She knew the choreography well at this point, and was certain that she could perform it adequately, but that did not change the fact that she did not want to.

[Daniel Black 1,981]

(Technically the vote carry's a no ATM, however I've decided that I will veto your veto because DANCE TIME. GET YOUR LEOTARDS ON.) The lady cried out, why would the probable only people who could do it in the whole world mostly negative? As the color drained from her face, Sam and Dean had came from around the corner, dean's furrowed brow and crossed arms showed he was discontent with our Keyblade-singers. "Miss, we apologize, our charges are rather rude. Of course they're going to help you." Sam said, glaring at the kids. "Get in the tent, Sam will help you with the choreography and getting dressed." One hour, much screaming, a fire ball into the tent or two (or ten) from Mes, and both Henry and Ovan having some serious issues with the Choreography, Fiora being about as cherry-faced as an actual cherry, Brandon breaking the record player, as well as other... Issues... Everyone was prepared. Dressed in Kimono's (yes, even the guys), the group of teenagers walked up into the Rose Guardian Square, the central point of the fare. There, the area was packed with people of all ages and kinds, waiting to view the traditional dance. Thank goodness for Sam being a fantastic director. The dance began, the geisha guy's and geisha girls stood upon the stage, it was a sort of magical, yet comical site. 

 

However, our current writer is lazy and won't do it for you.

 

Go my slaves.

(And... It became ... oh geez... worse.... T_T well player GM )

 

Kyle was somehow taking it quite relaxed... of course he couldn`t do nothing due to Sam and Dean Killers face. As he wore his yellow kimono he got closer to an annoyed Mes. "And it became much bad than I thought... oh well.. lest jump it onto it and finish it up so we can forget about this soon" He said while starting to move according to the routine.. moving his arms with elegance but with speed and force, just like if he was fighting with the keyblade.. at least that was how he tried to feel it.. 

 

(There. Done it... Memory erasure in 3... 2... )

[Josuke Higashikata 2,141]

(Next time I'm going to just fire my T99098 Optical Brick Laser Cannon and destroy your house.)

 

 

 

 

 

With this, the day ebbed into evening, and eventually night. Music had begun playing as our party was participating in some more mild fairground attractions. They had managed to gather once again, talking, eating, laughing at some of Henry's performance from earlier accompanied by his million swears that were censored, didn't change the laughs and fun to be had. Small prizes like stuffed bears and foam swords and the like were evident, had they not been super powerful teenagers that could fight an ancient evil better than anyone else, it might have been quite the scene to watch as they tried to carry all the things they had accrued. However, the fun and games came to a end at almost an instant.

 

A woman ran out of her room and into the group, crying, yelling something about food poisoning and how the dance was ruined.

 

Do you listen to her? Or would you like to have a little more fun before we go? The choice is yours.

David wasn't exactly the heart of the party, but he had been enjoying himself, although he did win a few too many stuffed teddy bears than needed. It was for a collection, he was planning on arguing. A... private collection. That happened to be owned by him. And viewed by nobody else but him. 

 

Anyways, as he returned from his room, he saw some sobbing woman yelling about... something. He wasn't entirely sure. He just shrugged, and let his teammates deal with it. 

 

(Vote on action taken, we move forward.)

 

The lady cried out in what seemed like pure agony. "The food that was served before the Blossoming Moon Dance was no good..." She sobbed. "All the dancers are terribly sick... They won't recover in time for the dance to take place... It's my first year planning the event! I can't believe this! Everyone in town is gonna be real mad with me..." She began to cry intensely. "And it's not like there are super-athletic teenagers who could just magically fit in their clothes! Though you folks look like you could fit the part..."

And then he heard this. "..." was what he said.

 

"Well. Guess I have to dash out!" he yelled behind him, as he ran out of the party. He was on a mission. A mission from... well, himself, he had to admit. No one else knew what he was going to do. He just hoped he'd be able to find a tailor's shop open that late at night. He knew that, no matter what, his comrades wouldn't be able to say no. They were that kind of people.

 

He wandered about the streets, worrying about the time, but he was lucky. Not long after he ran away, he found a tailor's shop, that was open!  O joy of joys. He ran in, and said to the tailor, "Quick, I need to you make this in my size as quickly as possible!" as he handed her a scrap of paper from his journal. He really couldn't remember when he had drawn it, or why, but there it was.

 

"Sir, I don't know if you know this, but to make something like this would take several hours, at the least," replied the tailor, after recovering from seeing the... rather crude drawing she had been handed.

 

"You don't say," he said, before he started to look around. "Say, these drapes look really flammable, don't they?" he started, his eyes wandering over to the drapes handing over the tailor's streetfront windows. "I bet they were extremely expensive. It would be a shame, really, should something happen to then," he finished, his voice dripping with implications.

 

"I see what you're doing, and it's not going to work," said the tailor, just glaring at him.

 

David smirked. "Are you sure?" he asked, casually pointing his keyblade at the drapes, then lighting up the tip of it.

 

The tailor gritted her teeth, and said, "That'll be 200 gil, sir. You'll have it in an hour."

 

"Great!" exclaimed David. He tore out a piece of paper, wrote down the name 'Kyle Conner', and passed it to the tailor. "Put it on my tab," he said with a grin.

 

(Technically the vote carry's a no ATM, however I've decided that I will veto your veto because DANCE TIME. GET YOUR LEOTARDS ON.)

 

The lady cried out, why would the probable only people who could do it in the whole world mostly negative? As the color drained from her face, Sam and Dean had came from around the corner, dean's furrowed brow and crossed arms showed he was discontent with our Keyblade-singers. "Miss, we apologize, our charges are rather rude. Of course they're going to help you." Sam said, glaring at the kids. "Get in the tent, Sam will help you with the choreography and getting dressed."

 

One hour, much screaming, a fire ball into the tent or two (or ten) from Mes, and both Henry and Ovan having some serious issues with the Choreography, Fiora being about as cherry-faced as an actual cherry, Brandon breaking the record player, as well as other... Issues... Everyone was prepared. Dressed in Kimono's (yes, even the guys), the group of teenagers walked up into the Rose Guardian Square, the central point of the fare. There, the area was packed with people of all ages and kinds, waiting to view the traditional dance. Thank goodness for Sam being a fantastic director. The dance began, the geisha guy's and geisha girls stood upon the stage, it was a sort of magical, yet comical site. 

 

However, our current writer is lazy and won't do it for you.

 

Go my slaves.

And just as the dance was starting to begin, David rushed into the dressing tents. It was rather dark, and most everyone else was out on stage, so no one could see what he was currently wearing. He quickly threw on a kimono (He had asked someone, whilst he was busy waiting, just what kind of dance it was, and what would be required to be worn), and ran up onto the stage. Panting heavily, he said, "Sorry, guys, for being late. I just knew you all would say yes to the dance," as he looked out at the crowd.

 

(And... It became ... oh geez... worse.... T_T well player GM )

 

Kyle was somehow taking it quite relaxed... of course he couldn`t do nothing due to Sam and Dean Killers face. As he wore his yellow kimono he got closer to an annoyed Mes. "And it became much bad than I thought... oh well.. lest jump it onto it and finish it up so we can forget about this soon" He said while starting to move according to the routine.. moving his arms with elegance but with speed and force, just like if he was fighting with the keyblade.. at least that was how he tried to feel it.. 

 

(There. Done it... Memory erasure in 3... 2... )

David, totally ignoring the Debbie Downer who was Mes, decided to observe Kyle start the dance. To put it bluntly, he didn't like how Kyle was doing it. He had to admit, he had absolutely no idea what the actual routine was, but he was positive it wasn't what Kyle was doing. It wasn't that he didn't like Kyle or anything, he just figured that couldn't be how you danced to music like this. He sighed, then said, "Kyle, let me take it from here. I can do it so much better, trust me," he finished, an aura of trustworthiness emanating from him. He then took a deep breath...

 

 

 

This is currently playing in David's head. He may be an utter moron at times, but he likes his music.

 

 

 

And he started to dance. Or... to be exact, he started to do what he'd define as a dance. To actually call it that... may be sacrilege to the very art form that is dancing. It was a combination of wiggling, wobbling, flopping around, flailing, and gyrating, that was almost pure torture to the eyes. Of course, he wouldn't know. If anyone had ever told him how bad his dancing was, he couldn't remember. The perks of amnesia. 

 

He continued his dance, reaching the climax. There was an increase of thrusting. So much thrusting. One old man in the audience said, "Oh, my god!" then fainted. But David didn't notice. He wouldn't have noticed a whole horde of heartless attacking him. He was so into the dance. It was almost hypnotizing, just how bad it was. People couldn't tear their eyes away, like watching a train crash. A rare event, much like this defilement. 

 

Dancing on, David finally approached the end of his dance. He did one more flop, jumped up off of the ground, and grabbed his kimono tightly. "Are you all ready for this?" he called out to the crowd, as he backed away a little.

 

Completely ignoring the audience's reply, he ran forwards, ripped off his kimono, threw it high into the air, fell to his knees, and skidded to a stop at the very edge of the stage. The crowd gasped, for beneath his kimono, what he had ordered from the tailor using Kyle's name, which he had threatened a perfectly innocent tailor over, what  had been scrawled in his journal... was this:

 

 

Minus the hat, of course. He couldn't hid a hat under a kimono! That'd be absurd.

 

 

 

(Did I... ...

 

Did I over do it? 

 

I kinda think I did.

 

BUT I HAVE NO REGRETS. DAVID IS BACK, EVERYBODY.) 

[Ultimus Grid 546]

(Well, I don't know what to make of the whole situation.  But here goes all of the nothing.  And darn it Riki.)

 

"Say what?" Ovan asked out of confusion.  Sam's glare gave him some bitter chills down the spine.  Eyes shifting all over the place, Ovan tries to make a run for it.  But Detok anticipated this so he tripped Ovan and caught him by the legs.  "Like it or not, you are going to dance."  Detok remarked, bringing Ovan to the tent.  Being dragged by the legs, Ovan shouted with fear:  "No I won't!"  He tried crawling away with his bare hands, desperate to escape.  But it was no use.  He just wasn't strong enough to break out of Detok's grasp.  Ovan then summoned his keyblade and stabbed it into the ground.  But that proved futile as well since he was still getting dragged by Detok.  Ovan: "NOOOOOO!!!!!!  Don't make me dance!!  Please, I beg you, don't make me do it!!  NOOO!!  The horror!!!!  NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" 

 

An hour of prep time later Ovan and Detok found themselves on stage.  It seemed like there was people everywhere they looked.  Ovan was unbelievably nervous and embarrassed to be on a stage in front of several people, especially with how he appeared to look right now.  Close enough to wincing with fear Ovan says loud enough for Detok to hear:  "This is beyond awful!  It's bad enough that I have to dance in front of an audience.  But to do it while looking like this, it's just too much!"  Detok:  "To be frank, I don't enjoy this current event too much either.  I rather not do this at all.  But we have to perform.  Look at all of those people out there.  They most likely spent some good munny to come to this festival.  Have a good time with the people that they cherish.  They had to of come here not to just see a dance and be entertained.  But to make another memory of the time they spent with their loved ones.  Not only must we do this for the poor performers who couldn't make it, but also for all of the men, women, and children who went out of their way to come to this place.  Now, will you dance Ovan?"  Ovan:  "I...I never thought of it that way.  Uh....I'll do my best."  Detok shook his head in approval. 

 

Ovan and Detok simultaneously tiptoed forward while swaying their arms left and right.  They take a step back and swayed the arms.  They make a clapping motion, moving their hands up and sway to the left.  They take one step forward and reflectively moved their arms to the side.  They take their arms inward, laid them out across, raised their left arm up, the right arm down, take a step with the right leg, raised and lowered the opposing arms, then continued on.  They took out fans, flicked them open with their right hand, and waved from sided to side.  They moved both hands up, laid them across from the torso, lowered the movement to the abdomen, waved their hands up and to the right, raised the fans up to their heads, flicked them with the wrist, and continued on for a couple more minutes.  To finish off they took a bow with the fans down.  (Is this next part okay Riki?)  The crowd was stunned.  Not hearing them do anything made Ovan nervous.  But then there was a clap.  Then two more claps, ten, thirty, a hundred of them!  Ovan was expecting something like that at all.  A proud smile appeared on his face.  He took a couple more bows before trying to exit the stage.  But on the way he accidently stepped on his own kimono and fell into a trash bin.  And the trash bin happened to be full of rotten grapes and cherries.  Rising out of it, Ovan planted his face in his palms.  "Oh come on!!"  he shouted, frustrated at this outcome.  Then suddenly, a trash lid slammed down hard on his head.  Seeing stars, Ovan said:  "Mooogooo-who who." and slumped into the rotten pile unconscious.

 

(Good grief.)

[Scrapmaster 1,731]

(Alright, here goes nothing.)

 

Henry stood in the back of all of them, behind them all, waiting his turn, "I knew I should've refused..." he muttered to himself, as he was holding a large stick with flammable oil bags at the end of each side, he was the one who would dance with this torch thing, he had no clue how, but he 'had to' for some reason, he recollected what happened back at the tent for preparations.

 

*Flashback*

 

"Why do I have to use this torch?!" "Because you have to! and end of story, now practice!" *Crackling whip sound* "WHy a whip?!" "Because it incentivates cooperation!" *Whips cracking again* "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" *Small explosion* "Oh well, ignore the third degree burns, try again."

 

He quickly shook his head and snapped out of those painful memories as he faced the present, in front of all that audience, after seeing Ovan and Detok, and Kyle doing their thing, he noted his opening, as he held out a small lighter, and ignited the flammable areas of the stick he had, making them combust in flames intensively, "Here goes nothing...I guess..." he said as he stepped forward, twirling the stick with one hand, throwing it to the other and doing the same thing.

 

Soon enough he began to move his upper torso in conjunction to spinning it around, doing several spins, all the while never stopping the stick from moving between his hands. Soon enough he decided to throw his own moves in there, as advised by the cruel, CRUEL person who 'trained him' in this, as he threw the stick in the air, doing a 180 degrees spin around and grabbing it behind him as he continued the series of twirls and spins,  now adding throwing the torch-stick around to awe the audience.

 

And they were awed alright, his final movement was spinning the torch stick around beside him, changing sides every seconds as he began to do front flips with it, utilizing the momentum to grab it each time he did so, his final act was throwing the stick upwards and forward as he did some more flips forward, rolling and grabbing the torch stick meanwhile doing a backflip to do so, holding it up in front of him as he kneeled and the audience let ouf a salvo of cheers and claps, all amazed by his performance, as the flames died out.

 

He did this all masterfully, not because he wanted to, but because he knew if he failed...he'd not live to see the end of the next day, fear of death does incentivizes cooperation indeed...

[Josuke Higashikata 2,141]

(Alright, here goes nothing.) Henry stood in the back of all of them, behind them all, waiting his turn, "I knew I should've refused..." he muttered to himself, as he was holding a large stick with flammable oil bags at the end of each side, he was the one who would dance with this torch thing, he had no clue how, but he 'had to' for some reason, he recollected what happened back at the tent for preparations. *Flashback* "Why do I have to use this torch?!" "Because you have to! and end of story, now practice!" *Crackling whip sound* "WHy a whip?!" "Because it incentivates cooperation!" *Whips cracking again* "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" *Small explosion* "Oh well, ignore the third degree burns, try again." He quickly shook his head and snapped out of those painful memories as he faced the present, in front of all that audience, after seeing Ovan and Detok, and Kyle doing their thing, he noted his opening, as he held out a small lighter, and ignited the flammable areas of the stick he had, making them combust in flames intensively, "Here goes nothing...I guess..." he said as he stepped forward, twirling the stick with one hand, throwing it to the other and doing the same thing. Soon enough he began to move his upper torso in conjunction to spinning it around, doing several spins, all the while never stopping the stick from moving between his hands. Soon enough he decided to throw his own moves in there, as advised by the cruel, CRUEL person who 'trained him' in this, as he threw the stick in the air, doing a 180 degrees spin around and grabbing it behind him as he continued the series of twirls and spins,  now adding throwing the torch-stick around to awe the audience. And they were awed alright, his final movement was spinning the torch stick around beside him, changing sides every seconds as he began to do front flips with it, utilizing the momentum to grab it each time he did so, his final act was throwing the stick upwards and forward as he did some more flips forward, rolling and grabbing the torch stick meanwhile doing a backflip to do so, holding it up in front of him as he kneeled and the audience let ouf a salvo of cheers and claps, all amazed by his performance, as the flames died out. He did this all masterfully, not because he wanted to, but because he knew if he failed...he'd not live to see the end of the next day, fear of death does incentivizes cooperation indeed...

(I love how everyone is just ignoring David. I'm not even complaining, I metaphorically love it. He's that bad of a dancer.)

[Ultimus Grid 546]

(I didn't even know about David's since I was so focused on making Ovan's and Detok's.) 

[Arya Stark 1,337]

Mes kicked David off the stage. "Dummy! You just ruined the entire thing with your flamboyant and terrible moves! And what in the worlds are you wearing?! You're disgusting!" Mes screamed at him. The crowd's former applause for Ovan, Detok, Kyle and Henry had fallen silent due to Mes' blatant interruption. The orphan glanced up and around the crowd. Now they were expecting something from her. That was logical, she had drawn quite a bit of attention by throwing her most idiotic teammate off the edge. Mes sighed and looked down. 

 

Mes hated dances.

 

But.

 

Madame Orem loved them. Mes reached into an inner pocket of her kimono and pulled out a cheap plastic masquerade mask. It was purple at least. She affixed it to her head. She looked up and grinned fiercely. 

 

"I hope you're ready for a show!" Madame Orem yelled loudly, pumping up the crowd's expectations even more. The new and improved dancing Mes raised her left hand gracefully. Fire illuminated her hand. Of course, that would not impress this crowd. They had just witnessed Henry's wondrous torch dance. But Madame Orem had many more tricks than just a little light up her sleeves. Speaking of which, those would not do. The flame in her hand spread down her body, eating away at the silken fabric of the kimono. The magic flames chose carefully, destroying the loose sleeves of the oriental formal wear, eating away at a lot of the excess fabric so that it hugged closer to her body, somehow managed to destroy the flowers that decorated the clothes without damaging the vibrant lavender, and thinned the waist tie, creating a thin purple strip instead of the ugly wide belt thing. The flames had changed the lovely kimono into instead a beautiful violet, silken, sleeveless dress.

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http://images.krisp.co.uk/images/products/zoom/1342630406-77231100.jpg This, but the belt is purple, and the fabric is silk, not cotton or whatever. Also, the bottom part is cut open to like mid thigh.

)

 

The crowd still remained silent. That was acceptable. They would not stay silent for long, Madame Orem was certain of that much at least. The fashion designer flames died away on her body. Then, lightning struck her. The electricity crackled around her dramatically, bouncing off her skin in wondrous arcs. Madame Orem moved her arms gracefully and slowly, lightning arcing off the tips of her fingers whenever she reached the apex of a fluid motion. She continued these movements for a short time before Madame Orem bored. It was beautiful of course, but certainly not exciting. The dancer let her arms fall to her sides, and lightning flew from her fingers to the stage. Then she tapped the ground, hard enough to make a clack. Madame Orem suddenly spun, her dress and long hair of the same color rotated as well, lightning continuing to fly off her skin, though the mage was certain to make sure that none of it hit anybody or anything that would be damaged by such a thing. Madame Orem spun gracefully up on her toes like a ballerina. Now that she was doing that.... The rest of her movements had also seemed rather like a ballerina's. Was it possible that... But those were thoughts for another time. For now, enjoying the beautiful choreography was the most important thing. She was spinning with her arms extended and one leg up on her knee. She began to dance across the stage with wondrous leaps and midair spins as well as beautiful dancing on the ground, tiptoeing about with her arms extending in graceful motions. And of course the electricity to bounded about from the tips of her fingers and toes, or the end of her lustrous hair or the hem of her silken dress. Yes, the crowd was still silent, but Madame Orem much approved this kind of silence, a stunned into amazement silence. Finally, her routine ended with her gracefully sinking to the ground in a splits, and the last of the electricity, flew off from her into the sky.

 

Silence. But only for a moment longer... And there it was the crowds cheered, applauded, roared for more dances. There was of course, a few more who had not yet performed. However, Madame Orem was no more. The last bolt of lightning had flew past her face, splitting her mask in two as it went. Mes glanced up to the crowd who were crying her support. And then down to her horizontal legs. She screamed and stood, fleeing to the backstage. Mes hated dancing with a fiery passion, and hated it even more in front of a crowd. Unfortunately, her ballet teacher, Madame Orem had opposite feelings, and had decided what was best for Mes without the girl's permission. Mes sat in the backstage, staring at the mirror, hating herself, hating what she had done, hating her teacher Madame Orem. Her mother, Madame Orem...

[Reyn 1,755]

(Awwwwwwwww yes, I've been waiting for a chance to show off Brandon's goofy side with the only kind of comedy I'm actually good at. Random and silly actions that are so stupid they catch you off guard and are funny AF~)

 

 

Brandon stared at the others in awe as he watched Henry, Detok, Ovan, David and...Madam Orem(?) dance to their heart's contents and put on an amazing show of dancing. He looked over to the audience, and back to Fiora before staring at the ground for a second. Well...If they can do it so easy...Why can't I? He clenched his fists tightly as he wrestled with his mind. Ok, I don't care what anyone thinks, even Fiora, or any of our friends, this is for the good of the people at this fair! He pushed out all thoughts of embarrassment and summoned his keyblade, and lifted it into the air. THIS IS MY TIME TO SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE! He fired off a shot of Ice into the Night Sky, and began.Brandon struck out his free hand and began jerking it out like a jazz hand as he began tap dancing like he'd never done before (which he hadn't actually). Heh, I've got a good rhythm going! He then threw his keyblade high into the air and began to do a hand stand, and summoning strength he never knew he had, he pushed off from the ground into the air and flipped right side up. He then began to rapidly twirl mid air for a few seconds before finally catching his keyblade mid air. YEAH, NOW I'M FEELING IT! He quickly fell to the ground, catching his fall by stabbing his Keyblade into the stage platform (miraculously it didn't shatter), and proceeded to spin around doing air flairs one handed on top of his imbedded Keyblade before backflipping off back onto the stage. He then looked over to Fiora, who was still standing around embarrassed. "CMON FIORA, ENJOY THE FUN!" He then grabbed her hand and began twirling around dancing with her.(Your cue Axel~)

Edited October 15, 2015 by Reyn

[Shulk 8,623]

(Awwwwwwwww yes, I've been waiting for a chance to show off Brandon's goofy side with the only kind of comedy I'm actually good at. Random and silly actions that are so stupid they catch you off guard and are funny AF~)

 

 

Brandon stared at the others in awe as he watched Henry, Detok, Ovan, David and...Madam Orem(?) dance to their heart's contents and put on an amazing show of dancing. He looked over to the audience, and back to Fiora before staring at the ground for a second. Well...If they can do it so easy...Why can't I? He clenched his fists tightly as he wrestled with his mind. Ok, I don't care what anyone thinks, even Fiora, or any of our friends, this is for the good of the people at this fair! He pushed out all thoughts of embarrassment and summoned his keyblade, and lifted it into the air. THIS IS MY TIME TO SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE! He fired off a shot of Ice into the Night Sky, and began.Brandon struck out his free hand and began jerking it out like a jazz hand as he began tap dancing like he'd never done before (which he hadn't actually). Heh, I've got a good rhythm going! He then threw his keyblade high into the air and began to do a hand stand, and summoning strength he never knew he had, he pushed off from the ground into the air and flipped right side up. He then began to rapidly twirl mid air for a few seconds before finally catching his keyblade mid air. YEAH, NOW I'M FEELING IT! He quickly fell to the ground, catching his fall by stabbing his Keyblade into the stage platform (miraculously it didn't shatter), and proceeded to spin around doing air flairs one handed on top of his imbedded Keyblade before backflipping off back onto the stage. He then looked over to Fiora, who was still standing around embarrassed. "CMON FIORA, ENJOY THE FUN!" He then grabbed her hand and began twirling around dancing with her.(Your cue Axel~)

(I ought to have Fiora smack Brandon for stealing my lines... You're lucky that'd be too out of character for her.)

 

The whole time she'd been on stage, Fiora was nervous by the thought of having to be the focus of attention. Thankfully, Brandon seemed to want to dance along with her. "A-alright!" Fiora exclaimed before Brandon began the dance. Fiora kept focused on Brandon, hoping that would keep her from getting too nervous. This did help to calm her down, and quickly, she was also having fun. She continued twirling with the boy, but eventually slowed down. Given her more reserved nature, a slow dance seemed to fit her much better. "Let's slow down a bit, Brandon." She said, smiling. She began leading him in the dance, gracefully moving the two around the stage. She even lifted him and began spinning at one point. She forgot about everyone else around them, and her duties as a Keyblade wielder. She was able to relax and just focus on Brandon for once, and it showed with how calm and happy she was. She took a few steps, and turned. She kept a good rhythm going throughout the dance, maintaining her graceful nature. She continued leading Brandon with her movements, and after a while, the dance slowly came to an end. She took a bow in front of the cheering crowd, her face now bright red as she was forced to focus on everyone watching her once again.

 

Afterwards, she stepped back a bit, hoping to allow someone else take center stage. "Th-that... was fun, Brandon." She smiled once again. "You did well... I just wish I could have been a little more energetic like you were..."

[Guest]

(I ought to have Fiora smack Brandon for stealing my lines... You're lucky that'd be too out of character for her.)

 

The whole time she'd been on stage, Fiora was nervous by the thought of having to be the focus of attention. Thankfully, Brandon seemed to want to dance along with her. "A-alright!" Fiora exclaimed before Brandon began the dance. Fiora kept focused on Brandon, hoping that would keep her from getting too nervous. This did help to calm her down, and quickly, she was also having fun. She continued twirling with the boy, but eventually slowed down. Given her more reserved nature, a slow dance seemed to fit her much better. "Let's slow down a bit, Brandon." She said, smiling. She began leading him in the dance, gracefully moving the two around the stage. She even lifted him and began spinning at one point. She forgot about everyone else around them, and her duties as a Keyblade wielder. She was able to relax and just focus on Brandon for once, and it showed with how calm and happy she was. She took a few steps, and turned. She kept a good rhythm going throughout the dance, maintaining her graceful nature. She continued leading Brandon with her movements, and after a while, the dance slowly came to an end. She took a bow in front of the cheering crowd, her face now bright red as she was forced to focus on everyone watching her once again.

 

Afterwards, she stepped back a bit, hoping to allow someone else take center stage. "Th-that... was fun, Brandon." She smiled once again. "You did well... I just wish I could have been a little more energetic like you were..."

 

 

(Awwwwwwwww yes, I've been waiting for a chance to show off Brandon's goofy side with the only kind of comedy I'm actually good at. Random and silly actions that are so stupid they catch you off guard and are funny AF~)

 

 

Brandon stared at the others in awe as he watched Henry, Detok, Ovan, David and...Madam Orem(?) dance to their heart's contents and put on an amazing show of dancing. He looked over to the audience, and back to Fiora before staring at the ground for a second. Well...If they can do it so easy...Why can't I? He clenched his fists tightly as he wrestled with his mind. Ok, I don't care what anyone thinks, even Fiora, or any of our friends, this is for the good of the people at this fair! He pushed out all thoughts of embarrassment and summoned his keyblade, and lifted it into the air. THIS IS MY TIME TO SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE! He fired off a shot of Ice into the Night Sky, and began.

 

Brandon struck out his free hand and began jerking it out like a jazz hand as he began tap dancing like he'd never done before (which he hadn't actually). Heh, I've got a good rhythm going! He then threw his keyblade high into the air and began to do a hand stand, and summoning strength he never knew he had, he pushed off from the ground into the air and flipped right side up. He then began to rapidly twirl mid air for a few seconds before finally catching his keyblade mid air. YEAH, NOW I'M FEELING IT!

 

He quickly fell to the ground, catching his fall by stabbing his Keyblade into the stage platform (miraculously it didn't shatter), and proceeded to spin around doing air flairs one handed on top of his imbedded Keyblade before backflipping off back onto the stage. He then looked over to Fiora, who was still standing around embarrassed. "CMON FIORA, ENJOY THE FUN!" He then grabbed her hand and began twirling around dancing with her.

 

(Your cue Axel~)

 

 

Mes kicked David off the stage. "Dummy! You just ruined the entire thing with your flamboyant and terrible moves! And what in the worlds are you wearing?! You're disgusting!" Mes screamed at him. The crowd's former applause for Ovan, Detok, Kyle and Henry had fallen silent due to Mes' blatant interruption. The orphan glanced up and around the crowd. Now they were expecting something from her. That was logical, she had drawn quite a bit of attention by throwing her most idiotic teammate off the edge. Mes sighed and looked down. 

 

Mes hated dances.

 

But.

 

Madame Orem loved them. Mes reached into an inner pocket of her kimono and pulled out a cheap plastic masquerade mask. It was purple at least. She affixed it to her head. She looked up and grinned fiercely. 

 

"I hope you're ready for a show!" Madame Orem yelled loudly, pumping up the crowd's expectations even more. The new and improved dancing Mes raised her left hand gracefully. Fire illuminated her hand. Of course, that would not impress this crowd. They had just witnessed Henry's wondrous torch dance. But Madame Orem had many more tricks than just a little light up her sleeves. Speaking of which, those would not do. The flame in her hand spread down her body, eating away at the silken fabric of the kimono. The magic flames chose carefully, destroying the loose sleeves of the oriental formal wear, eating away at a lot of the excess fabric so that it hugged closer to her body, somehow managed to destroy the flowers that decorated the clothes without damaging the vibrant lavender, and thinned the waist tie, creating a thin purple strip instead of the ugly wide belt thing. The flames had changed the lovely kimono into instead a beautiful violet, silken, sleeveless dress.

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http://images.krisp.co.uk/images/products/zoom/1342630406-77231100.jpg This, but the belt is purple, and the fabric is silk, not cotton or whatever. Also, the bottom part is cut open to like mid thigh.

)

 

The crowd still remained silent. That was acceptable. They would not stay silent for long, Madame Orem was certain of that much at least. The fashion designer flames died away on her body. Then, lightning struck her. The electricity crackled around her dramatically, bouncing off her skin in wondrous arcs. Madame Orem moved her arms gracefully and slowly, lightning arcing off the tips of her fingers whenever she reached the apex of a fluid motion. She continued these movements for a short time before Madame Orem bored. It was beautiful of course, but certainly not exciting. The dancer let her arms fall to her sides, and lightning flew from her fingers to the stage. Then she tapped the ground, hard enough to make a clack. Madame Orem suddenly spun, her dress and long hair of the same color rotated as well, lightning continuing to fly off her skin, though the mage was certain to make sure that none of it hit anybody or anything that would be damaged by such a thing. Madame Orem spun gracefully up on her toes like a ballerina. Now that she was doing that.... The rest of her movements had also seemed rather like a ballerina's. Was it possible that... But those were thoughts for another time. For now, enjoying the beautiful choreography was the most important thing. She was spinning with her arms extended and one leg up on her knee. She began to dance across the stage with wondrous leaps and midair spins as well as beautiful dancing on the ground, tiptoeing about with her arms extending in graceful motions. And of course the electricity to bounded about from the tips of her fingers and toes, or the end of her lustrous hair or the hem of her silken dress. Yes, the crowd was still silent, but Madame Orem much approved this kind of silence, a stunned into amazement silence. Finally, her routine ended with her gracefully sinking to the ground in a splits, and the last of the electricity, flew off from her into the sky.

 

Silence. But only for a moment longer... And there it was the crowds cheered, applauded, roared for more dances. There was of course, a few more who had not yet performed. However, Madame Orem was no more. The last bolt of lightning had flew past her face, splitting her mask in two as it went. Mes glanced up to the crowd who were crying her support. And then down to her horizontal legs. She screamed and stood, fleeing to the backstage. Mes hated dancing with a fiery passion, and hated it even more in front of a crowd. Unfortunately, her ballet teacher, Madame Orem had opposite feelings, and had decided what was best for Mes without the girl's permission. Mes sat in the backstage, staring at the mirror, hating herself, hating what she had done, hating her teacher Madame Orem. Her mother, Madame Orem...

 

 

(Alright, here goes nothing.)

 

Henry stood in the back of all of them, behind them all, waiting his turn, "I knew I should've refused..." he muttered to himself, as he was holding a large stick with flammable oil bags at the end of each side, he was the one who would dance with this torch thing, he had no clue how, but he 'had to' for some reason, he recollected what happened back at the tent for preparations.

 

*Flashback*

 

"Why do I have to use this torch?!" "Because you have to! and end of story, now practice!" *Crackling whip sound* "WHy a whip?!" "Because it incentivates cooperation!" *Whips cracking again* "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" *Small explosion* "Oh well, ignore the third degree burns, try again."

 

He quickly shook his head and snapped out of those painful memories as he faced the present, in front of all that audience, after seeing Ovan and Detok, and Kyle doing their thing, he noted his opening, as he held out a small lighter, and ignited the flammable areas of the stick he had, making them combust in flames intensively, "Here goes nothing...I guess..." he said as he stepped forward, twirling the stick with one hand, throwing it to the other and doing the same thing.

 

Soon enough he began to move his upper torso in conjunction to spinning it around, doing several spins, all the while never stopping the stick from moving between his hands. Soon enough he decided to throw his own moves in there, as advised by the cruel, CRUEL person who 'trained him' in this, as he threw the stick in the air, doing a 180 degrees spin around and grabbing it behind him as he continued the series of twirls and spins,  now adding throwing the torch-stick around to awe the audience.

 

And they were awed alright, his final movement was spinning the torch stick around beside him, changing sides every seconds as he began to do front flips with it, utilizing the momentum to grab it each time he did so, his final act was throwing the stick upwards and forward as he did some more flips forward, rolling and grabbing the torch stick meanwhile doing a backflip to do so, holding it up in front of him as he kneeled and the audience let ouf a salvo of cheers and claps, all amazed by his performance, as the flames died out.

 

He did this all masterfully, not because he wanted to, but because he knew if he failed...he'd not live to see the end of the next day, fear of death does incentivizes cooperation indeed...

 

 

(Well, I don't know what to make of the whole situation.  But here goes all of the nothing.  And darn it Riki.)

 

"Say what?" Ovan asked out of confusion.  Sam's glare gave him some bitter chills down the spine.  Eyes shifting all over the place, Ovan tries to make a run for it.  But Detok anticipated this so he tripped Ovan and caught him by the legs.  "Like it or not, you are going to dance."  Detok remarked, bringing Ovan to the tent.  Being dragged by the legs, Ovan shouted with fear:  "No I won't!"  He tried crawling away with his bare hands, desperate to escape.  But it was no use.  He just wasn't strong enough to break out of Detok's grasp.  Ovan then summoned his keyblade and stabbed it into the ground.  But that proved futile as well since he was still getting dragged by Detok.  Ovan: "NOOOOOO!!!!!!  Don't make me dance!!  Please, I beg you, don't make me do it!!  NOOO!!  The horror!!!!  NNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!" 

 

An hour of prep time later Ovan and Detok found themselves on stage.  It seemed like there was people everywhere they looked.  Ovan was unbelievably nervous and embarrassed to be on a stage in front of several people, especially with how he appeared to look right now.  Close enough to wincing with fear Ovan says loud enough for Detok to hear:  "This is beyond awful!  It's bad enough that I have to dance in front of an audience.  But to do it while looking like this, it's just too much!"  Detok:  "To be frank, I don't enjoy this current event too much either.  I rather not do this at all.  But we have to perform.  Look at all of those people out there.  They most likely spent some good munny to come to this festival.  Have a good time with the people that they cherish.  They had to of come here not to just see a dance and be entertained.  But to make another memory of the time they spent with their loved ones.  Not only must we do this for the poor performers who couldn't make it, but also for all of the men, women, and children who went out of their way to come to this place.  Now, will you dance Ovan?"  Ovan:  "I...I never thought of it that way.  Uh....I'll do my best."  Detok shook his head in approval. 

 

Ovan and Detok simultaneously tiptoed forward while swaying their arms left and right.  They take a step back and swayed the arms.  They make a clapping motion, moving their hands up and sway to the left.  They take one step forward and reflectively moved their arms to the side.  They take their arms inward, laid them out across, raised their left arm up, the right arm down, take a step with the right leg, raised and lowered the opposing arms, then continued on.  They took out fans, flicked them open with their right hand, and waved from sided to side.  They moved both hands up, laid them across from the torso, lowered the movement to the abdomen, waved their hands up and to the right, raised the fans up to their heads, flicked them with the wrist, and continued on for a couple more minutes.  To finish off they took a bow with the fans down.  (Is this next part okay Riki?)  The crowd was stunned.  Not hearing them do anything made Ovan nervous.  But then there was a clap.  Then two more claps, ten, thirty, a hundred of them!  Ovan was expecting something like that at all.  A proud smile appeared on his face.  He took a couple more bows before trying to exit the stage.  But on the way he accidently stepped on his own kimono and fell into a trash bin.  And the trash bin happened to be full of rotten grapes and cherries.  Rising out of it, Ovan planted his face in his palms.  "Oh come on!!"  he shouted, frustrated at this outcome.  Then suddenly, a trash lid slammed down hard on his head.  Seeing stars, Ovan said:  "Mooogooo-who who." and slumped into the rotten pile unconscious.

 

(Good grief.)

 

 

David wasn't exactly the heart of the party, but he had been enjoying himself, although he did win a few too many stuffed teddy bears than needed. It was for a collection, he was planning on arguing. A... private collection. That happened to be owned by him. And viewed by nobody else but him. 

 

Anyways, as he returned from his room, he saw some sobbing woman yelling about... something. He wasn't entirely sure. He just shrugged, and let his teammates deal with it. 

 

And then he heard this. "..." was what he said.

 

"Well. Guess I have to dash out!" he yelled behind him, as he ran out of the party. He was on a mission. A mission from... well, himself, he had to admit. No one else knew what he was going to do. He just hoped he'd be able to find a tailor's shop open that late at night. He knew that, no matter what, his comrades wouldn't be able to say no. They were that kind of people.

 

He wandered about the streets, worrying about the time, but he was lucky. Not long after he ran away, he found a tailor's shop, that was open!  O joy of joys. He ran in, and said to the tailor, "Quick, I need to you make this in my size as quickly as possible!" as he handed her a scrap of paper from his journal. He really couldn't remember when he had drawn it, or why, but there it was.

 

"Sir, I don't know if you know this, but to make something like this would take several hours, at the least," replied the tailor, after recovering from seeing the... rather crude drawing she had been handed.

 

"You don't say," he said, before he started to look around. "Say, these drapes look really flammable, don't they?" he started, his eyes wandering over to the drapes handing over the tailor's streetfront windows. "I bet they were extremely expensive. It would be a shame, really, should something happen to then," he finished, his voice dripping with implications.

 

"I see what you're doing, and it's not going to work," said the tailor, just glaring at him.

 

David smirked. "Are you sure?" he asked, casually pointing his keyblade at the drapes, then lighting up the tip of it.

 

The tailor gritted her teeth, and said, "That'll be 200 gil, sir. You'll have it in an hour."

 

"Great!" exclaimed David. He tore out a piece of paper, wrote down the name 'Kyle Conner', and passed it to the tailor. "Put it on my tab," he said with a grin.

 

And just as the dance was starting to begin, David rushed into the dressing tents. It was rather dark, and most everyone else was out on stage, so no one could see what he was currently wearing. He quickly threw on a kimono (He had asked someone, whilst he was busy waiting, just what kind of dance it was, and what would be required to be worn), and ran up onto the stage. Panting heavily, he said, "Sorry, guys, for being late. I just knew you all would say yes to the dance," as he looked out at the crowd.

 

 

David, totally ignoring the Debbie Downer who was Mes, decided to observe Kyle start the dance. To put it bluntly, he didn't like how Kyle was doing it. He had to admit, he had absolutely no idea what the actual routine was, but he was positive it wasn't what Kyle was doing. It wasn't that he didn't like Kyle or anything, he just figured that couldn't be how you danced to music like this. He sighed, then said, "Kyle, let me take it from here. I can do it so much better, trust me," he finished, an aura of trustworthiness emanating from him. He then took a deep breath...

 

 

 

This is currently playing in David's head. He may be an utter moron at times, but he likes his music.

 

 

 

And he started to dance. Or... to be exact, he started to do what he'd define as a dance. To actually call it that... may be sacrilege to the very art form that is dancing. It was a combination of wiggling, wobbling, flopping around, flailing, and gyrating, that was almost pure torture to the eyes. Of course, he wouldn't know. If anyone had ever told him how bad his dancing was, he couldn't remember. The perks of amnesia. 

 

He continued his dance, reaching the climax. There was an increase of thrusting. So much thrusting. One old man in the audience said, "Oh, my god!" then fainted. But David didn't notice. He wouldn't have noticed a whole horde of heartless attacking him. He was so into the dance. It was almost hypnotizing, just how bad it was. People couldn't tear their eyes away, like watching a train crash. A rare event, much like this defilement. 

 

Dancing on, David finally approached the end of his dance. He did one more flop, jumped up off of the ground, and grabbed his kimono tightly. "Are you all ready for this?" he called out to the crowd, as he backed away a little.

 

Completely ignoring the audience's reply, he ran forwards, ripped off his kimono, threw it high into the air, fell to his knees, and skidded to a stop at the very edge of the stage. The crowd gasped, for beneath his kimono, what he had ordered from the tailor using Kyle's name, which he had threatened a perfectly innocent tailor over, what  had been scrawled in his journal... was this:

 

 

Minus the hat, of course. He couldn't hid a hat under a kimono! That'd be absurd.

 

 

 

(Did I... ...

 

Did I over do it? 

 

I kinda think I did.

 

BUT I HAVE NO REGRETS. DAVID IS BACK, EVERYBODY.) 

 

(And... It became ... oh geez... worse.... T_T well player GM )

 

Kyle was somehow taking it quite relaxed... of course he couldn`t do nothing due to Sam and Dean Killers face. As he wore his yellow kimono he got closer to an annoyed Mes. "And it became much bad than I thought... oh well.. lest jump it onto it and finish it up so we can forget about this soon" He said while starting to move according to the routine.. moving his arms with elegance but with speed and force, just like if he was fighting with the keyblade.. at least that was how he tried to feel it.. 

 

(There. Done it... Memory erasure in 3... 2... )

(Daniel, I demand artwork of this madness. I demaaaand.)

 

With each act finished, all of our groups moved back away from the stage, and then the whole team returned to the stage for a final bow. The crowd cheered for all of them, save David, whom they threw an egg at. With this, they left the stage, and met back-stage with Sam, Dean, and the organizer lady. She grinned, thanking all of them for their wonderful performance (And giving David her number). She gave them all a Purple Sakura Capsule as a reward, and everyone returned home.

 

At home, David was berated by Dean, but Sam just laughed, everyone's prizez were devided and taken to their rooms. If there was anything you wanted to do before heading to bed for the night, it was now time.

 

 

Unlocked: Capsule Open function in the Pause Menu. 

 

New Items added to shop.

 

New Items added to Synthesis

[Reyn 1,755]

Back at the Home, Brandon walked through the place up to a certain someone's room. He saw Sam and Dean laughing/berating David respectively, and chuckled, continuing to walk up the stairs. He knocked on the door to Fiora's room. "Hey, mind if i come in?"

[Daniel Black 1,981]

Inside his room, Kyle was packing up and sorting all the stuff he got in the feast. Using a gift paper he got there, he started to wrap many items, forming 9 packs. "I hope this cheer them up a little hehhe" ke muttered as he moved these, forming a pile in the corner, then he started to check his stuff for doing some syntesis  with Sam and Dean.. then he realized something. "Mmm... I guess putting this with that.. and it´s shiny.. I wonder if this is what he wanted to?" Kyle muttered while putting the stuff in his backpack, walking outside his room he reached the lobby where Sam and Dean were. Reachen them calmly he started to talk:

"Hey guys. Remember that request of the "Golden Frying pan" you asked for? I wonder... Is this enough for making it?" he said as he pulled out the Gleaming Bakeware Handle and the Bakeware Basin from his bag.

Edited October 20, 2015 by Daniel Black

[Guest]

Inside his room, Kyle was packing up and sorting all the stuff he got in the feast. Using a gift paper he got there, he started to wrap many items, forming 9 packs. "I hope this cheer them up a little hehhe" ke muttered as he moved these, forming a pile in the corner, then he started to check his stuff for doing some syntesis  with Sam and Dean.. then he realized something. "Mmm... I guess putting this with that.. and it´s shiny.. I wonder if this is what he wanted to?" Kyle muttered while putting the stuff in his backpack, walking outside his room he reached the lobby where Sam and Dean were. Reachen them calmly he started to talk:

"Hey guys. Remember that request of the "Golden Frying pan" you asked for? I wonder... Is this enough for making it?" he said as he pulled out the Gleaming Bakeware Handle and the Bakeware Basin from his bag.

Sam looked at Dean, dean shook his head. "He's right, Kupo!" Sam replied. "You would need some shiny metal bolts of some kind to make it work, kupo."

[Daniel Black 1,981]

Sam looked at Dean, dean shook his head. "He's right, Kupo!" Sam replied. "You would need some shiny metal bolts of some kind to make it work, kupo."

"Mmm... Shiny metal bolts....mmm let me see" Kyle replied to Sam, then he searched throught his backpack.. " Let´s see a pink rock, mmm nope. Dark shard... nope, mmmm Oh is this the item you need?" Kyle said pulling out a metallic thing.. it shined so it fitted what Sam said. 

[Guest]

(FYI guys, keyboard is shot right now so posting may take a little longer than intended.)

[Ultimus Grid 546]

(Got ya.  In the meantime...)

 

Ovan was laying on his bed, staring off at the roof.  With what went on today he thought of relaxing for a while.  Sitting up he hears some knocking at the door.  "It's open." e answered.  Detok enters the room and took a few steps.  "So, what did you think of the festival?" he asked.  Ovan:  "I'll admit, I had some fun.  Even the dancing was pretty cool.  Except for falling in that trash bin full of rotten grapes and cherries.  That wasn't fun at all."  Detok:  "I can understand why.  So, what are you going to do now?"  Ovan:  "I thought of going on the roof and stare at the sky before falling asleep.  And you?"  Detok:  "I'm heading out to the backyard.  Going to do some last minute training before the tournament starts tomorrow."  Ovan:  "Oh, that's right!  If we went to the festival today we could go to that tournament tomorrow.  Can I join in on that training Detok?"  Detok:  "That's fine with me."  Ovan gets off his bed, exits his room, and follows Detok to the backyard.

[Guest]

"Mmm... Shiny metal bolts....mmm let me see" Kyle replied to Sam, then he searched throught his backpack.. " Let´s see a pink rock, mmm nope. Dark shard... nope, mmmm Oh is this the item you need?" Kyle said pulling out a metallic thing.. it shined so it fitted what Sam said.

Dean took a second, his eyes seeming to budge out of their sockets. He ghasped, chocked on his own breath for a minute, and seemed almost faint, meanwhile Sam just gawker at the materials. His hands seemed to begin twitching in reaction. "Give it. To me. Now." Sam had seemed to become almost like another person at that instant, his sues full of greed and desire.

[Arya Stark 1,337]

Mes was konked out. However, before she had lost consciousness, she had managed to find her way into Brooklyn's room, locking the door behind her. The unconscious boy simply lay there, his orange hair still as fiery as ever. She had placed her head across his chest, listening to him breathe. He was alive still... That was good. She closed her eyes softly as tears gently fell from her eyes. They stained his shirt, but Mes was sure he wouldn't mind. After the dance... It had reawaken parts of her life that she hadn't wanted to relive. They weren't really sad anymore... Just painful now. But still, she didn't want them back. 

 

After reaching the house, she was having complicated feelings. She wanted to let her emotions go, but... She couldn't do so with anybody. It just wouldn't work. But she didn't want to be alone either. A passed out Brooklyn seemed the best answer. Fortunately, it had worked out, the emotions wearing her already tired frame to pure exhaustion, and she fell asleep.

[Daniel Black 1,981]

Dean took a second, his eyes seeming to budge out of their sockets. He ghasped, chocked on his own breath for a minute, and seemed almost faint, meanwhile Sam just gawker at the materials. His hands seemed to begin twitching in reaction. "Give it. To me. Now." Sam had seemed to become almost like another person at that instant, his sues full of greed and desire.

"Oook.. I´ll leave it here and go to somewhere safe." Kyle muttered as he saw Sam and Dean´s creepy faces. As he was walking back to his room he then suddenly went back next to them: "Oh by the way. How´s he doing it? Do you need some munny for medicine or something else?" Kyle said as he turned his look to the upper floor where the rooms were. 

[Guest]

"Oook.. I´ll leave it here and go to somewhere safe." Kyle muttered as he saw Sam and Dean´s creepy faces. As he was walking back to his room he then suddenly went back next to them: "Oh by the way. How´s he doing it? Do you need some munny for medicine or something else?" Kyle said as he turned his look to the upper floor where the rooms were.

At this point, Dean had already assembled the pan, and Sam was floating around, swinging it like a Keyblade, laughing and cheering like a child, as dean drooled a little, of of few comforts he still took was delicious food, and he could only imagine what Sam would cook with thst thing. However when Kyle came back in, they promptly straightened themselves out. "Kyle, you're the most... Mature of the group, we will say, so we're going to be honest. He isn't looking good, the doctors say that his heart is acting oddly, and right now it's unknown what might happen. It's very possible he could turn into a heartless, or worse, after the defeat from the other day. If that happens, who knows what's next..." Dean stated plainly. "We have enough funding, the issue is that his heart just isn't recovering from the other day. Darkness plagues it badly. We're still searching for more information, but in a case like this, Brooklyn said to look after you all first. We resume our search after you head to bed." Dean's voice remained very somber through this. "If we told Mes or Fiora or Brandon, they probably wouldn't take it too well, and our new friend doesn't know too much of Brooklyn. The others probably would become doubtful of the journey ahead... As much as we hate not telling you all the truth, and we do... we do in to keep you all from worrying too much."

[Daniel Black 1,981]

At this point, Dean had already assembled the pan, and Sam was floating around, swinging it like a Keyblade, laughing and cheering like a child, as dean drooled a little, of of few comforts he still took was delicious food, and he could only imagine what Sam would cook with thst thing. However when Kyle came back in, they promptly straightened themselves out."Kyle, you're the most... Mature of the group, we will say, so we're going to be honest. He isn't looking good, the doctors say that his heart is acting oddly, and right now it's unknown what might happen. It's very possible he could turn into a heartless, or worse, after the defeat from the other day. If that happens, who knows what's next..." Dean stated plainly. "We have enough funding, the issue is that his heart just isn't recovering from the other day. Darkness plagues it badly. We're still searching for more information, but in a case like this, Brooklyn said to look after you all first. We resume our search after you head to bed." Dean's voice remained very somber through this."If we told Mes or Fiora or Brandon, they probably wouldn't take it too well, and our new friend doesn't know too much of Brooklyn. The others probably would become doubtful of the journey ahead... As much as we hate not telling you all the truth, and we do... we do in to keep you all from worrying too much."

"Mmm... I see... " Kyle said with a little disbelief. As he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.."Very well, I am not gonna tell no one about Brooklyn´s state, just take care of him as good as you can. Oh and I want hot cakes made with that golden frying pan for tomorrow´s breakfast! I think I earned it, hehehe. Have a good night!" Kyle finished as he returned to his room. Inside he gave a big thought about it.. even as he knew about heartless and nobodies from what he saw in their journew as for now, he didn´t really understood what were these in the first place. 

 

"We need info in order to help Brooklyn... but who could... who?...mmmm" Kyle thought as his eyes closed... starting to sleep. It was a long day after all. 

[Reyn 1,755]

(Still waiting for Axel to reply with Fiora)

[Shulk 8,623]

Back at the Home, Brandon walked through the place up to a certain someone's room. He saw Sam and Dean laughing/berating David respectively, and chuckled, continuing to walk up the stairs. He knocked on the door to Fiora's room. "Hey, mind if i come in?"

Fiora had returned to her room after the day's events. As much as she enjoyed spending time with the others, she needed some time to rest. They'd had a busy day, and with the tournament the next day, a chance to relax would help her quite a bit. She was sitting on her bed, but jumped up a bit after hearing knocking at her door. Brandon's voice calmed her down, though. "Yeah, you can come in." She responded.