Mystics Apprentice

I am going to attempt it right now. But don't wait on me. Feel free to post what you've got going and I'll work with it when I'm able.

That sounds good, though Aqua doesn't have to faint. It is up to you.

That would be fine. So long as it's destructible or has a time limit I'm good with it.

A couple of friendly reminders that I wanted to go over real quick in terms of this final fight: 1. I have noticed a bit of auto-hitting as of late, which I know can be rather hard to avoid with so much going on. Instead of saying that hits land, it would be best to state something along the lines of "assuming the arrow hit its target," or "should this be effective, blank blank happens." You can also go on to explain it would be nigh impossible to avoid, but you cannot declare an attack to actually land on your opponent unless they give the go-ahead. 2. This is the final fight and there are a lot of buffs, which is fine, and I expect everyone to exploit their abilities as much as possible. However, please try to keep your attacks within reason; your abilities alone should not rival the final boss. As such, I would expect the boss to not be invincible and skirt all damage (which so far hasn't happened, but I'm just throwing that out there). For the most part all has been well, and with this new dragon blight in effect I think this will take care of any previous issues, though just try to make sure your attacks aren't coming across as overpowered. 3. I don't think I have seen this happen yet, but since it's been on my mind I wanted to voice it: make sure that you aren't posting twice in one turn. One turn essentially would be you versus the enemy (multiple attacks in the same post are okay, just don't do back-to-back posts before your opponent can respond). Make sure that your opponent responds before attacking again. This may be obvious and go without saying, but like I said I just thought of it and wanted to mention it. Everyone's doing great! I can see the end is nigh. Keep up the great work! And, of course, if you have any thoughts, suggestions, or concerns please feel free to give them voice.

Aqua and Terra will probably always be my favorite pairing. Their interactions are just so cute in BBS, plus they are among the older cast where pairings, to me, are more enjoyable to consider. I do very much enjoy Xion and Roxas, though.

Yevgeni Malachite -- Casting Holy Again the elf's attacks seemed meaningless to Ahriman, who treated them as though they were child's play before moving on to the others. He was tired of being cast aside, he was tired of being useless. With the buff received from Rufus' wish, Yevgeni was going to tap into magics that he hadn't used since the Great War, standing alongside his father during his hour of peril. "Stand aside!" Yevgeni cried out, throwing his arms wide. "Anyone surrounding Ahriman will be in the line of fire!" He tried to warn his fellow comrades, but he wasn't going to wait on those whose ears were deaf from his warning. Helios was the one that he feared for the most, as he was directly pinning Ahriman down, though the spriggan must've known the dangers that awaited him from such a stance. Helios wanted them to give it their all–which was precisely what Yev was going to do. Slamming his palms together, a green aura consumed him, expanding rapidly in diameter. A roar sounded, causing Yevgeni's ears to throb as white light began to emerge before him. It grew and grew, until it eventually was about ten times Ahriman's size. Shoving his hands with great effort, the blond unleashed his spell, sending the holy energy in Ahriman's direction. Its rays of light exuded the most potent of holy magic, purifying whatever it touched and scorching it to nothingness. It roared toward Ahriman, and ultimately Helios, at a rapid pace. Its size would make it massively hard to dodge, and its potency would also make it immensely difficult to block. Alderon Niles -- KO The king was brusquely grabbed by the breastplate and thrown face-first onto the marble stone. His nose cracked, crimson staining the ruined marble below him. His head throbbed, and sadly the human king lost consciousness. Athena Niles -- Joining the fray "Father!" the princess cried as she watched Ahriman toss Alderon like a rag doll. Her father fell with a dull thud, and did not rise again. She could see blood pooling underneath him. She started to move toward him, when Elia, the one-winged fairy, threw an arm out in front of her and shook her head. "I will go see to him," said the fairy. "I cannot do much on the battlefield in my condition anyway. Go do what you can! I will help your father to the best of my ability." Athena was reluctant to leave her father's life in the hands of the small, frail Elia, but she complied. "Thank you," the auburn-haired princess murmured, before darting alongside Aura and Rabiyu to provide whatever support that she could. She arrived moments after the clones' destruction, unsheathing her sword and bearing it in front of her. She wanted to charge up toward Ahriman but thought better of it; Yevgeni's massive ball of light began hurtling toward the god, and there was no way that she wanted to be in the line of fire.

I apologize for not posting for a while. I will admit that my interest has been waning in this RP. I will try to roll a post out soon. I need to figure out what to do with Janus.

Kolm's brows knitted together at Galla's response. She did not seem ungrateful, but rather awkward at best. Perhaps she didn't hate him as much as he had feared previously. At least she didn't have anything witty to retort with. His attention was swiftly brought back to the battle and their current circumstances. Were they winning, or losing? He could not tell which. It looked like a constant battle of tug of war to him; just when they seemed to be on the brink of victory, some adversary would knock them back. He was grateful for the covering that the flaming skull concealed them with; it would shield them from an onslaught, but also give them the element of surprise. Aprameia still had plenty of attention from Henry, though the patricians were being dealt with predominately by Winona and Galla. Perhaps he could lend a hand. Concealed by the shadows, Kolm unwrapped the bandage around his arm, unveiling dozens of thin scars that decorated the flesh from his wrist to his elbow. He murmured an incantation, taking a small knife and drawing its blade into a blend of smooth flesh and old wounds, drops of crimson pouring forth to stain the ground below. In response a surge of magical energy danced at his fingertips; he felt more powerful than he had in months. Or, since the last time he had used blood magic. Leaving the shadows behind, Kolm surged forward, targeting the patrician opposite of that which Galla focused upon. He smacked his palm hard into it, leaving a trace of cold magic in its wake. The frost spread quickly. The patrician howled, reaching out for Kolm but was unable to do so before he found himself an ice sculpture. Pleased with his work and mace in hand, Kolm swung its head into the ice patrician, hoping to cause him to shatter upon impact. (1 felled, if successful) --------- Sunlight filtered through the forest's canopy, casting a light green light to filter onto the young woman's troubled face. Her gaze shifted from Hektor's abruptly upon his question, the girl busying herself by inspecting a bush a few feet away. "My father trained me when I was young," she stated simply. "His skill with a lance far exceeds my own. I remember being a young girl watching him practice with his best friend. I wanted to be as talented as him, though I have a long way to go." Rhiannon laughed softly, wisps of hair playfully falling into her face. It had been so long since she had even thought of such a fond memory, let alone uttering it aloud. Silence about her upbringing, her purpose, had always been difficult to manage; it felt good to reiterate a harmless story about her childhood. "Anyway," she commented, casting a sideways glance at her companion. "I think we've found about as much as we can out here, and it will be getting dark soon. How about we find the others and wrap things up from here? Return to headquarters for the night?" (RTC, anyone?)

The happiest moment in the series, that I can recall off the top of my head, is the end of KH2 when Sora, Riku, and Kairi finally return home. There is a sense of relief and joy, and the trio had been so much over the course of a year(?) to finally be where they were at, and united to boot.

I sort of don't think that he will. Kingdom Hearts has always been about friendship mostly, and I think they will continue to stick with that emphasis. Personally I would prefer it if he didn't have a romantic interest, because it would likely be forced for the sake of Riku having a girlfriend to appease fans, and there is also the question of who it would be. I cringe at the thought of a new character added purely to fill this void, and personally I don't see any of the other cast members making the cut, except for maybe Kairi.

Yevgeni Malachite: Isopolis For a moment the elf stood alongside the wall of ice, relieved as he saw it crumble in flakes resembling snow. The others behind it were safe; their efforts did not end in vain. Behind him, Ahriman was invoking more power–as though he weren't powerful enough as it were. He held his rapier at his side, watching as the monstrosity rose to face them once more. "I refuse to yield!" he cried forth, darting toward Ahriman and attempting to stab his rapier into his chest, in the same location that Soren Monroe stabbed only moments prior. "Raiden, Nergal, Ahriman–whoever you are, I will not recognize you as the overlord of this world, of any world!" Whether he managed to pierce Ahriman, Yevgeni would leap into the air above the false god, snapping his fingers and sending a series of comets to fall upon Ahriman. They ranged in size and diameter, from golf to soccer ball-sized, heat radiating from each one as though it fell from the heavens. Athena: Isopolis The princess did not know what to do when Aura planned to use herself as a human shield. "Wait, Aura, no!" she cried, grasping the girl's shoulders and attempting to pull her away. Too many sacrifices had already been made, some even on her behalf–she wasn't going to stand for another. "You mustn't do this!" Thankfully, Aura's life did not have to be sacrificed. Thanks to the efforts of several, the barrier received enough reinforcement to ensure her safety, as well as those behind the wall. With Eclaire's wishes each party member received a boost in strength, and even Athena felt a surge of energy course through her veins. She withdrew her steel sword from her sheath and looked it over before sizing up Ahriman. He was a god, a transmogrification of two individuals and an all-powerful being, while she was simply a human girl. A girl with only her training, a steel breastplate, and matching sword. Sure, she had been buffed thanks to Eclaire's wish, but what did that really mean for her? Could she do anything to make a difference? "I should help them," Athena said finally, making up her mind. "I have let too many people die for me, when it is I that should die for my people. Everyone is out there risking their lives, and it is only right if I do the same." She turned to face Aura somberly. "Thank you, thank you for everything, but this is something that I must do. I hope that you understand." Alderon Niles: Isopolis Much happened at once. First, he thought that he recognized Arthur's voice, which gave the human king pause. "Sir Arthur?" he questioned, searching for his aura but failing to find it. Next, the heir to the Overworld was attacking him, followed by rescuing him from being impaled by Ahriman himself. The king felt foolish that he'd been stunned into silence for so long, and even more foolish that he wasn't putting his aura-reading to good use. He stood up and brushed himself off. "That will be quite enough," he said brusquely. "I may be blind, but I have my blade, and so long as I draw breath I will continue to use it to put an end to our adversary!" He would have rebuked Arthynn further, but his being puzzled him. He did not seem to be Arthur, and yet he recognized the young man's voice. "Whether you be the crown prince or one of the black knights, it matters not. I request that you put your all into our common enemy here, and bring glory to both worlds!" With that, Alderon surged forward toward Ahriman, this time aiming a swing horizontally to potentially sever his calf from thigh.

@Vaude, how would you feel if I incorporated some blood magic for Kolm? I am feeling rather limited with his ice elemental magic, and I think it might make things rather interesting. I would stick with the parameters of his abilities in his character sheet, but I was thinking that potency of his spells may be affected. If you have some ideas on how to best incorporate the blood magic I would be very much interested.

It seemed that Henry had things under control with Aprameia. He felt that anything he may do would just get in the element user's way. That was when he noticed Galla . . . and the toll that her necromancy was doing to her very own body. Galla, the woman who first greeted him at Haven, and who he immediately clashed with. It pained and surprised even himself when he stumbled over to her, reached for her hand, and held his other palm over it. A pale-blue aura began to glow under his palm. "If we have a moment free from interruptions," Kolm murmured, "we should be able to get you patched up. Just hang in there. This may not feel the most pleasant." Kolm was, sadly, no stranger when it came to self-infliction to cast more powerful magic. He had grown accustomed to blood magic himself back at home, and relying solely on his ice element was proving to be a challenge here. The raven-haired magic's gaze did not rise to meet Galla's. In fact, it never left her hand. --------- The dragoon girl smiled brightly as Hektor addressed her with politeness, desiring her company while seeking Kingsfoil. "It would be my pleasure," she answered, carefully tucking a lock of stray blonde bangs behind her ear. She followed a short distance behind Hektor, studying the ground as they went, occasionally stopping to examine the plant life underfoot before continuing. "You handled yourself very well back there, if I may say so," Rhiannon commented. "Have you encountered triffids before?"

Happy New Year! I can honestly say that 2018 was a very good year for me and I will be sad to see it go. Here's to 2019 being an even better year for everyone! Also, thank you for the well wishes, everyone. I am feeling much better after a couple of days on a strict BRAT diet (who knew that I was such a brat even still. :P). I hope to continue Overworld soon and proceed to surge forward.

My favorite cover would be KH1's. The background with the heart-shaped moon is gorgeous, and I like how the characters are sort of shadowed in the night.

The Northern ruler was introduced with a bang, not falling short of any fey's notice throughout the great hall–as well as those adjoining it. Shiva turned when Leviathan's presence was announced, returning her dear friend's embrace with almost equal enthusiasm. "Oh, Levi, dear!" she murmured into the Tide Mother's shoulder. "It has been much too long. How have you been? Where is your Asura? Did he make the voyage with you?" There were so many questions that Shiva desired to ask, though there would be plenty of time for this over the Christmas dinner and gift exchange. Whether Shiva pretended not to notice Eclaire's jealousy or simply was oblivious to it was uncertain, though she looked a bit struck when Eclaire wiped away her tear. She bit her lip and smiled, grasping the catgirl's hand tenderly. "It is nothing, don't worry about me." Still holding Eclaire's hand, Shiva gestured toward the dining area with her other free hand. "But how rude of me! Come, let us sit and converse! The meal should be served shortly, though I am certain that refreshments aplenty are available for those desirous of something to tide them over in the meantime." Before she crossed the room's threshold, however, she was stopped by Nergal's appearance. The Queenslayer himself, or would have been such if she were actually slain. Christmas was not a time to hold grudges, however, but rather a time for joy, love, and forgiveness, and as such the queen greeted him warmly, placing a chilly hand on his shoulder and encouraging him to rise. "Nergal, the pleasure is mine. I am happy that you were able to attend this gathering, and I am sure that my brother will be pleased as well. Speaking of which"–a frown furrowed her brow, her gaze sweeping across the great hall–"where is Yevgeni? I have not seen him since this morning when he was chasing off an old hippie pretending to be Santa in our treasury." It was around the time that she spotted Soren, who, instead of instructing to rise, she swooped down toward to kiss on the cheek–a warm, yet not entirely outlandish greeting among fey. "Merry Christmas to you as well, Soren Monroe. Please follow us and come! be comfortable and make yourself at home. There is no need to be so formal on this glorious day." --------- "Merry Christmas!" the sisters greeted in unison for Helios, Ariana lingering on the spot much longer than her energetic sister. "How was the trip up here, Helios? I see that you brought some friends with you." Ari gestured toward his companions before her gaze fell to the tree. "It is so wonderful. After all of those years ago when we ventured to the world below, I never thought that we'd be here, home, celebrating Christmas together once more like old times." The spriggan did not linger at Ariana's side for long, however, the fairy deriving a chuckle as Helios became bedazzled by Aura. It would seem that her dear friend found love--she would have to tease him upon this topic at dinner later that day. ---------- Time seemed to stop as Athena gazed into Arthur's eyes. So blue, so deep, filled with love, compassion, bravery, and promise . . . . A smile gently curved the princess' lips upward as Arthur returned the holiday greeting, color within her cheeks following shortly thereafter after he uttered his sweet words. "Oh, stop," she teased playfully. "You're going to make me shrivel into nothingness out of sheer embarrassment." Her gaze shifted to the bird which landed onto Arthur's shoulder. She had the urge to pet it, but did not want to risk scaring it away. "I think you have a way with animals," she said lightly. "Mayhaps Helios taught you a thing or two?" The queen began ushering everyone into the dining hall, which Athena took notice to. She gently placed a hand on Arthur's arm and nodded in the direction of the great double doors. "Shall we join them?" (I will post for the others soon–I'm going to head to bed for now)

Sorry for the delay in posting, folks; I have been rather sick with a stomach bug. I will see what I can do soonish, or at the very least try to catch up on what I've missed.

Merry Christmas to everyone! I hope that everyone has had a wonderful time with their loved ones this holiday season. I do not think that I myself will be posting in the main RP until after New Years (though I may surprise myself and do so). I am just in need of a little reprieve after the holiday rush. Everyone else is welcome to continue posting in the main RP, though, and I will catch up a bit later. As for the Christmas special, I am thinking to run it until New Years Day or so; does that sound good to everyone? Is that too short of time? Would you folks prefer it to last longer? No problem, though I am sure that there are those who would've enjoyed her companionship, if not her family. In truth I don't think Yevgeni would honestly be much for Christmas in real life (or, at least as real as Overworld is), though I am having fun with making my characters loosen up for the holiday special, haha.

The queen offered her son a warm smile and a peck on the cheek, since her arms were full of presents and anything more would've proved troublesome. "Oh, I think I have it, my dear. Thank you." Shiva knelt before the tree, tucking presents where she thought there was a void of them, if such a space existed. The tree was practically overflowing with gifts. "How was your morning stroll? Is Bherna going to be joining us? I made her something special that I hope that she likes." By then the grand hall began filling with more guests. She smiled warmly at Helios. "Hello, Helios. I am so glad that you and your friends were able to make it. How was the trip?" She did not yet see the Tide Mother, though she hoped that her old friend was able to make it. She missed her dearly, and it had been much too long since their last encounter. The gentle voice of her retainer caught her attention, however, and she turned around on heel to find Eclaire standing behind her, as cute as a button in her Christmas dress. "Eclaire!" Shiva greeted warmly, not hesitating to wrap her arms around the catgirl in a hug. Shiva wore a fragrance of freesia and red plum, a scent which likely would be detected by Eclaire given her heightened senses. "Good morning! I love your dress. How are you, dear? I am glad that you like the tree. Many of these ornaments have been passed down through the generations of the royal family, most of which far older than me. It brings back a lot of memories." Some memories good, while others bad. A tear formed in the corner of Shiva's eye which she attempted to blink away. No, she refused to think of the bad. Not on that day. (I love Eclaire's outfit @Saber Lily) ------------ "Hello, everyone," Athena greeted timidly. She held her hands together in front of her, smiling shyly while taking note of the rest of the group. Everyth emerged from behind the princess, a few gifts stacked neatly in the crook of her arm which she delivered before the tree. The princess noticed Arthur and fled over to his side, interlocking his fingers in hers and giving him a warm smile. "Merry Christmas, Arthur. I never thought that we would be celebrating such a foreign holiday in a world other than our own, did you?" ------------ Elia noticed the gathering in the grand hall, though did not stop long to greet them. She was searching for a specific dreadnaught and kitsune, as she had made gifts for both and wanted to ask them of their favorite ribbon color. She hoped that the two would like what she presented them with. She checked a few rooms and bound into someone else, this person grasping her shoulders and causing her to glance up. Stern violet eyes met with Elia's, ebony waves cascading down her shoulders. "Elia, be careful and watch where you are going. Such recklessness is going to get someone hurt one of these days." Elia turned her gaze down to the ground, locking her fingers together as she squirmed uncomfortably. "Sorry, Sis. It's just, I'm so excited!" Ariana offered her sister a compassionate smile, closing the door behind her and wrapping an arm around her younger sister's shoulders. Her wings fluttered gently behind her. "I know. You've always loved Christmas." "It's not that. Everyone's here! We're together!" Ariana laughed. "Yes, that too. It is wonderful to see life in the halls of the palace this year, isn't it? What I like most is seeing everyone get along. It's a nice change of pace." Elia then remembered the purpose of her quest, turning her gaze up to her sister's with a look of bewilderment. "Have you seen Henry?" "Henry Hansees?" A frown furrowed Ariana's brow as she concentrated. "I don't believe I have, no. Why?" "Ah, well. I'll go find him then. See ya!" With that, Elia bounded away in search of her friends once more.

The boom from the council room doors resounded throughout, causing a roll of wrapping paper to fall from the corner and roll out along the floor. Yevgeni glanced up as Jari came bounding in, the kitsune whose cheerful demeanor sent him seething for reasons unfathomable. "Merry Christmas," the elf muttered through gritted teeth, his tone conveying anything but. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" Jari, however, immediately enlightened him, explaining his dilemma with wrapping. Yev let out a defeated sigh, casting a sideways glance at the table still filled with unwrapped gifts. "You have come to the wrong elf, I'm afraid. While I boast my talent in many places, and have many strengths, gift-wrapping is not among them. This is one skill that I was never taught, but I am trying to make do." He gestured irritably toward the table, striding over to it as well, his white robes with golden accents billowing behind him as he rolled up his sleeves. "We'll start from the top," he said, removing his gloves and carefully setting them aside. His fingers were long and pallid, as though they never saw the light of day, fingernails short and trimmed meticulously. "You set out a roll, like so, and cover half your gift. Now tape it–" The blond elf was attempting to wrap a knitted cape, one which he had made himself for Nergal, without first putting the plushy, soft, cloth item in a box. This ended in a rather messy fashion, but he thought that his handiwork seemed fine. He secured a fancy red bow on the side, wrote Nergal's name in his best penmanship yet, and moved on. They went on in this vain for some time, Yevgeni wrapping a gift to demonstrate (or the very best that the elf could do, seeing as he did not know how to properly do it himself), and then encouraging Jari to give it a try. He did eye the bottle with curiosity before laughing under his breath. "Now, forgive me, but do tell: who are you giving that bottle to?" ----------- The elder fey wheezed as he came to a halt before Prince Jynn. He looked as though he'd ran a marathon, and gave the prince a look of bewilderment, as though he'd been purposely hiding from him. "Your Highness," he began, paying no mind to the sack or presents or noticing that Jynn might've been busy. "Your mother, the Queen, has requested that you prepare a speech to give your people at the Christmas Party. She says that it is of utmost importance, since you will one day be the one to guide these people to glory." ---------- Ren glanced over and waved as Raiden approached, offering his old friend a smile. "Greetings, Lord Raiden. It is wonderful to see you here! I was wondering if you would be attending the party." He looked the Mystran lord up and down and smirked. "So . . . what are you getting the queen? Anything extraordinary?" The redhead did not, thankfully, notice Odin or Ahriman, who seemed to be enjoying themselves. --------------- Elia was bouncing off the walls (quite literally) of the foyer, singing Christmas songs at the top of her lungs and hanging mistletoe in every corner that she thought needed it. She absolutely loved this time of year in Kilkis Seres, and this year was no exception. "I caaxaannnn't waiiiiiiiiit!" she cried, bounding into someone (insert your character here), apologizing profusely, and flying up the stairs, to check on the kitchens and to see if her help were needed. ---------------- Meanwhile, Queen Shiva looked as regal as ever, striding down the hall with presents protruding from her arms. Several threatened to fall, but she refused any help that was proffered to her. "Thank you, but I think I can handle a few gifts myself," she said with a half-laugh to whoever offered, before finally arriving before the Christmas tree in the grand hall. She looked up toward it and smiled. It was a lovely tree, with silver-blue garland shimmering under rainbow-colored bulbs, an elegant silver star propped at the top of the 14' tall tree. Ornaments of all kinds–most incredibly ancient–weighed down practically every branch. It was a magnificent sight, and always filled her heart with warmth whenever she saw it. "I wonder if it does the same for Eclaire," she thought idly to herself, realizing that she had not seen her retainer yet that day. Would she be attending?

The former regent had himself locked in the council room, staring down a pile of presents that consumed practically the entire table which stretched along the expanse of the room. Rolls of wrapping paper rested in the corner of the room, and no gifts had yet been touched. Why did he leave wrapping to the very last minute? Why did he detest it so? And most of all . . . . "Whose idea was it to wrap presents anyway?" Yevgeni muttered irritably to himself, crumbling an attempted sheet and tossing it in the corner of the room. "And how does one wrap a triforce? This does not seem practical." It crossed his mind to ask someone to aid him, though it seemed like an unreasonable request, and seeing as most people despised him there didn't seem like many potential candidates to aid him. Reluctantly he plucked another piece, this time attempting to wrap a hand-knitted garment for Nergal. "They better be grateful." ---------- Meanwhile, Princess Athena considered her appearance in a mirror offered to her by Everyth. "You look lovely, milady," the mage said with a wide smile, smoothing down the princess' silky auburn locks that fell down her back. Athena wore a long dress of green velvet, formed to her elegant figure and pooling onto the floor behind her in a train. "You don't think it is too much?" Athena tilted her head. "Perhaps the red one would've been better–" It was certainly more modest, at the very least, though Everyth laughed and withdrew the mirror from the human princess' grasp. "Oh, you look splendid! Don't be silly. This one is far superior to the red one." The mage was dressed finely herself, in a low-cut black dress with criss-crossing straps on her back, narrow at the hips, and flaring out with a slit that came up to her knee. It was a look that Everyth could pull off well, but Athena? She did not think so. Regardless, both were now dressed to impress, and off they were to Queen Shiva's Christmas party, gifts in tow. ---------- Ren was fashionably late when it came to purchasing gifts. No, he was late. He knew that Christmas was coming, but he continuously procrastinated on making purchases and, even still, did not know what he wished to get his friends. Would Helios like a book, or jewelry? Perhaps a game consisting of fancy carvings and marbles? He could not decide, and now he was trying to decide at the very last minute. The redhead scurried out of the shop, seeming frazzled and confused, muttering something about suits and nobles as he took notice of Mariel. She looked rather different without her wings, but he recognized her all the same. "It would seem that we are in a similar position," he laughed, catching up with her. "Made some successful purchases, I hope? To whom are the gifts for? As for me"–he shook his bag of goods–"I did not go overboard this year. I mostly just bought something for Helios, Soren, Ariana, and Elia. Oh, and also Lord Raiden. I hope that they enjoy them."

Alrightee, folks, the holiday special has been posted with some basic rules: The main point is to just be random and have fun. Feel free to insert new characters in as well, especially ones that have been referenced to in Overworld but have not made actual appearances as characters.

This RP is a companion to the Overworld universe. The main RP can be seen here, and the sign-ups here. The main RP is in its closing stages and not accepting new players, though I am accepting guest characters to enter for this holiday special. If you are interesting in bringing a character, please visit the sign-ups and create a character sheet. : ) The rules for this Christmas special are as follows: 1) No controlling other people's characters 2) Keep things PG-13 3) Be respectful to the other players and their wishes 4) KH13 requires RP posts to consist of at least five lines to be a true RP post. While I am fine with a short post here and there, don't make it a habit of creating one-liners. I would like this thread to be RP-material to be kept in this section, but if we have too many short posts this thread will have to go into random. I'd rather this not happen, so let's try to stick close to five-line posts if possible, please. This RP is meant to be fun and a parody/spinoff to Overworld. It is not canon to the actual story and the characters are meant to be random/sometimes be OOC. Deceased characters have been revived, and both friends and foe will be dining at the same table without trying to kill one another. OP characters are fine. -------------- "Your Highness, are you certain?" A wizened old fey glanced at the queen over his spectacles, wrinkling his nose at the guest list. "This is a lot of people, and with our recent expenditures with the World Below and housing countless humans . . . ." "We will make it work," Queen Shiva interjected. "They are our guests, and it is Christmas. I want everyone together, and I would like everyone to have a good time." The elder man swallowed hard and nodded, his eyes widening at a name upon the list. "Why, you would even invite the black witch . . . !" At this the queen sighed and rose from her throne, her festive turquoise dress shimmering in the late sunlight cast from the nearby window. "That will be all. Please make the necessary preparations, and tell my son that he is to give a speech to his future people." "R-right, yes, yes, of course, Your Highness." And with that the man departed, buzzing off in search of Prince Jynn, the heir to the throne.