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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2015 15:17:05 GMT -6
Ripping open his way into the world, Jenka looks about. "So quiet... Why? Why is it so quiet?" Several Heartless follow him out, Black Ballades, Turquoise Marches, Red Nocturnes, Green Requiems, and Emerald Blues. They scatter about, swiftly causing havoc in the nearby areas of Twilight Town. "We need to... make some noise." With a motion, he summons Flare Notes and Bubble Beats atop the Clock Tower nearby, and they begin playing. A heavy bass resounds in the streets, shaking nearby windows, and Jenka begins stepping to the beat after descending. "This is good... This is heavy..." Mark covered his ears as booming music resounded throughout entirety of Twilight Town. It had become so great that mothers were ushering their children in and covering their ears. An old made yelled in pain, scurrying as quick as he could. Mark gritted his teeth as he saw small, floating shadowy things with yellow eyes causing the noise. If this kept up, e would go deaf. Growling at his bad day and luck, he found a familiar weight in his right hand. Phantom Heart seemed to agree with his mood. Mark dragged the keyblade along the ground as he knocked a Black Ballade out of the air. He smashed it to pieces, watching it burst into billowy smoke. He swung behind him, catching a Red Nocturne in the side, it breaking upon impact against a wall. Before he knew it, he was in a frenzy, slashing left to right in rage. It carried on until his side of the city was clear. He breathed heavily, eyes glaring at what once was a heartless. |
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Post by GX1997 on Mar 15, 2015 18:53:57 GMT -6
Suddenly, Blair walked into the room carrying coffee for everyone.
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Post by AlmosDug on Mar 18, 2015 1:15:00 GMT -6
"Thanks, Blair! Y'know when breakfast'll get started?" The priestess looks to her fellow human and cocks her head to the side. "You haven't heard of Nobodies, kiddo? I don't suppose that's very surprising... They're basically people who died from the Heartless. Funny thing is, despite the name, they're the ones who lack hearts." Naria smiles as though she just told an excellent joke, and then looks at her coffee. "But don't judge me for the name, I'm pretty sure it was one of them who came up with it."
"Mm." Staring down at the collection of albums, Jenka taps his foot to the rhythm in the streets as several Blue Rhapsodies assault the store owner. Just as quickly as he burst into the store, the young man's hands shoot up to his ears, covering them. "GAAAAGGHHHH! WHAT THE HELL?!" Looking outside, his eyes see nothing but the damaged street where Red Nocturnes still danced, but his ears heard and his body feel... something. He can't specify it, only that it is... "Loud."
Stepping out of the shop, Jenka hops up on top of one of the buildings so effortlessly he may as well have glided, and then dashes across several rooftops. One, two, three hops, and he looks down as his earbuds fall out and dangle over the street. "You." His voice booms despite the vibrations of the bass in the air. The young Keyblade wielder below him has caught his eye, and he can't determine why. "The hell are you, and why're you so loud?"
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Post by Golurkcanfly on Mar 18, 2015 5:26:33 GMT -6
Cyprian strolls in with eyes mostly shut as he sips his coffee and nearly walks into a wall.
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Post by GX1997 on Mar 21, 2015 15:24:22 GMT -6
"Why do so many people bother with asking why they have those specific names? I don't find it funny," Blair said as she sat down and started drinking her coffee. "But if I did have to guess why Heartless and Nobodies got their names... Heartless show no remorse or anything else indicating any sense of morality, ergo they give off the perception of being heartless monsters. Nobodies, at least those of us who are fortunate to end up with a mostly human form, loss their sense of self and therefore, their identity, and losing a sense of purpose. We only live. We're no one. We are nobodies. And those who aren't fortunate enough to remain in a human like form and are no longer sentient, truly have lost all that they were at one time, making their name even more becoming of them. This is just speculation of course, but as you can see, depending on your perception, the names can be either ironic or fitting, even if only in an abstract manner. Regardless of the origin of the names, they are, in the end, irrelevant."
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Post by Golurkcanfly on Mar 21, 2015 18:21:49 GMT -6
"I disagree with the irrelevancy of the names." Cyprian eyed Blair while his bedhead reasserted itself. "Nobodies are more heartless, given that we can neither show genuine joy or brutality. We cannot put any 'heart' in what we do. Actual "Heartless" display savagery, which is a definite product of the heart."
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Post by GX1997 on Mar 21, 2015 19:23:58 GMT -6
"Does the name Heartless change anything about their instincts, which is all they have to act on? The name Nobody make us act differently either? No? No. Therefor, insofar as objective research is concerned, the names for these beings are irrelevant," Blair stated.
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Post by Golurkcanfly on Mar 21, 2015 19:26:48 GMT -6
"However, that would mean that names are entirely irrelevant for all things." Cyprian shook his head. "Names are meant to convey an identity or show basic and vital information about the subject that the name refers to."
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Post by GX1997 on Mar 21, 2015 19:35:16 GMT -6
"For other beings, yes. But Heartless clearly don't care about it. Nobodies can't care either. In this case it is irrelevant."
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Post by Golurkcanfly on Mar 21, 2015 19:40:14 GMT -6
"Actually, I'm fairly certain Nobodies can care, seeing as how we formed this little circle of ours."
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Post by GX1997 on Mar 21, 2015 19:44:40 GMT -6
"We don't have emotions, we can't care," Blair said as she made the face she used to make back when she could still feel annoyed.
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Post by Golurkcanfly on Mar 21, 2015 19:57:03 GMT -6
"But is prioritization an emotion?" Cyprian set his hand down on a table.
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Post by GX1997 on Mar 21, 2015 20:21:55 GMT -6
"But prioritization is not the same as caring," she said as she began to look very bored.
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Post by Golurkcanfly on Mar 21, 2015 20:29:52 GMT -6
"Ah, but it is." Cyprian approached Blair. "If I prioritize helping other Nobodies, then I must care about them."
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Post by GX1997 on Mar 21, 2015 21:03:36 GMT -6
"If I prioritize my dog by feeding it before I feed myself, does that mean that I care more about it than I care about myself? And the odds are that I only fed it first because it was faster that way? Maybe I only fed it because I had scraps, and it's just a stray that I honestly don't care about at all. So because of the order of my actions, meaning how I prioritized things, I must care about the dog?" Blair asked.
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Post by Golurkcanfly on Mar 21, 2015 21:12:31 GMT -6
"Well, if you bothered to feed it at all, you must care for it." Cyprian answered. "However, your question of relative timing isn't the one you should be asking. The case of caring for it more than you care for yourself would be presented by feeding the dog instead of yourself."
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Post by HHDeception on Mar 21, 2015 21:13:35 GMT -6
"Prioritization is key to survival, and survival is best achieved as a community, which is why we gather."
Moran interjected into the ongoing discussion as he stepped inside the Empty House.
"Furthermore, survival is of importance as any soul that does not benefit from survival would not have existed in the first place. That is my theory on the matter."
He looked around, saw the newcomer, and figured Naria must have taken care of the Bacon.
"Breakfast will be served shortly, and I address the house thereafter, kupo. Anyone is welcome to join us."
He proceeded to the kitchen, but not before eyeing the coffee Blair had retrieved. He passed by with a "Thank you, kupo", grabbed the cup meant for him and left to find the Bacon.
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Post by GX1997 on Mar 21, 2015 23:25:34 GMT -6
"It's not your normal order, so let me know what you think about the coffee. I need to know whether or not I should order it again in the future," Blair said to Moran.
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Post by Golurkcanfly on Mar 22, 2015 7:53:26 GMT -6
Cyprian sneezed, causing him to spill his coffee all over his grey robe.
"Why did we choose grey for our suits?"
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Post by GX1997 on Mar 25, 2015 14:57:26 GMT -6
"Do you ever get tired of asking random questions?" Blair said to Cyprian.
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