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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/24/2017 8:43:56 PM
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[u]Keyblade Graveyard
Unknown time[/u]
[i]Ting![/i] cried a keyblade as Jared ripped it out of the ground, he turned the blade about to examine it. It was long and slender, with a design close to a rapier. He snorted and tossed it onto a pile he was collecting in a wheelbarrow
"All for power. All these souls, and all for what?"
He went about, collecting blades and tossing them onto a rapidly growing pile
After a few hours, he stood up, and wiped his hands off on his jeans
"That should do it."
A circular portal of the deepest black appeared, and he carted the pile of weapons through it, whistiling a tune.
[u]Dojo Courtyard A1
2:11 PM[/u]
The courtyard was abuzz with talk. Jared, a man not often seen in these parts, had shown up to the Dojo carting a pile of weapons. When asked, he had only replied with "Want one?"
Jared was sitting on a chair he'd pulled up next to the pile, yawning and drinking coffee from a thermos
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[b]The Young man known as Nathaniel approached Jared, Son to Ornstein, a Noble Knight in any regards and a Dragonslayer. Son to Nora, a powerful and kind Mage who made it her life to help people. Nathaniel himself was rather young, extremely arrogant when it came to fights, and high intelligent. His magic powers rivaled that of some masters, after being trained by his mother and he was as kind as her and as noble as his father. He looked over the various blades, looking for one that found him worthy of its hilt [/b]
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"I don't think Dark Souls and Keyblades mix well, kid"
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"Dark souls? Why would you say that?"
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"Dragonslayer Ornstein?"
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"How do you know the name of my father?"
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"I met the -blam!-er" He said tiredly, taking a sip of his coffee
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"Ah. Of course..." [b]He picked up one of the blades, but it felt off so he returned it, and looked for another one [/b]
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"The blade chooses its owner"
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"I've heard those rumors. Can't say I believe them... Here to test it out mostly."
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 1/24/2017 10:14:39 PM[spoiler]Don't you have to be biologically engineered or some shit to use a keyblade?[/spoiler] [spoiler]Thats what Zane told me haha [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]I dun think so, the keyblade has to choose you. Usually, the keyblade has to be handed down from master to apprentice[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]And...you're just giving them away? [/spoiler]
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[spoiler]why the -blam!- not?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]fair point!!![/spoiler]
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Edited by ALIAS-F4LS: 1/24/2017 11:05:58 PM[spoiler]time to lurk the wiki lol[/spoiler]
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A single playing card falls from the sky from a person sitting above in a tree. It appears Chesh kept true to his word about appearing within the dojo. The King of Hearts jumps down to collect his card, avoiding the edges that seemed surprisingly sharp for a simple deck of cards. "Keys open doors, blades are for fighting. What a strange blend of the two" He takes on in his hand and swings it in the air, intrigued by the design.
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"That one's name is Oathkeeper. Wielded by the nobody of Light's savior. I doubt it would choose you"
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He twirls the blade in his hand and puts in back in its place. He seemed to have an expression of curiosity on his face. "They choose their owners? Now that's rather interesting. The Vorpal sword wasn't particularly picky as I can remember" He puts his hand around a key that was tied around his neck somewhat displaying it in his hands before putting it back under his clothing.
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"It is an inferior blade, who cares?"
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"The jabberwocky seemed to care about it quite a bit. I guess you can say after he was stabbed with it he became rather attached" He smirks at his own terrible joke looking over the pile of blades and their shapes.
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The blades ranged from solemn to carefree, garish to colorless "Hmph"
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"By the way, if these blades are so powerful. Why are you handing them out? I would think there would assume there would be a better way to find their 'chosen' welders. Then again, there was a king who was chosen by taking a sword out of a boulder so what do I know"
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"Their owners are dead. You need Masters to hand down to Apprentices. The Masters are dead"
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"So what you are saying are they won't be usable anymore?"
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"I'm saying I need to see who's left"
