YCM: The Roleplay

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"Lol, Chaos is Schizophrenic," Atman said aloud so the others could hear. Atman eyed the 'Door to Darkness', and made a conclusion. "Relax. It's not the real Door to Darkness. It's a replica. This one's a little shorter, plus it's made of drywall." Atman walked up to the door and knocked on it. It sounded somewhat hollow, like drywall does. That's when, as if in response to the knock, the door opened, revealing a room similar to the conference room of KH's Organization XIII. Amethyst appeared from behind the door, and ushered everyone in. He told everyone to take a seat; twelve of the thirteen seats were down, except for the one intended for Roxas, which was almost at the ceiling. Atman, being the comedic douchebag he is, took the seat Xemnas takes in KH. The seat rose to a fairly high level; almost exactly between the floor and the ceiling. Once the others were seated, Amethyst left, saying Roxas would be here in a minute or two.

After a moment of the most awkward silence in all existence, Phantom Roxas finally walked in. His seat sank back to the floor, until he sat, then it flew up higher than everyone. "I'm glad your all here." Roxas said, trying to be professional. "I know you have some questions, and you deserve answers but-"

"Roxas," Atman interrupted, "Tell us what's been going on. We found a bomb with the YCM logo on it at the Tower's destruction site, and-"

"The Tower already fell?!" Roxas replied in shock, then facepalmed out of stress. He then looked at each individual person, and began to speak again. "We don't have much time, but please listen closely. Go to the My Contents area of Ragnarok's old profile. If Glitch is there, convince him to take you to the control center under the Rules Building."

"Roxas, what are you talking about?"

"This may be difficult to understand, but trust me when I say... YCMaker is going to destroy YC-"

Roxas was interrupted by the sound of the Door to Darkness exploding. There was plenty of dust, but as it subsided, two somewhat familiar faces appeared. Two old moderators: Frunk and Chaos Pudding.

"I told you they'd be here," CPudding said, packing an explosive away.

"Yeayea, lets get this over with." Frunk replied.

"Chaos, Frunk, whatthefuck are you doing here?!" Roxas replied, clearly angry, his Keyblade glowing slightly.

"Oh, us?" Frunk replied sarcastically, "we're just here to take care of a defective Nobody." With that, Chaos and Frunk pulled out their two banhammers. Roxas's Keyblade grew a flat end instead of a key-like end, so that it'd work like the hammer it secretly was...

(OoC: Begin your post back at when you enter the meeting room, but someone please interrupt the battle. Also, the chairs rise and fall to your will, but usually to represent your status, social or organizational, amongst the other members in the room. No one be higher than Roxas.)

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

Michael let the use of magic on him go for obvious reasons. Being the cocky bastard he tended to be was not impressed by the door to darkness and even less when he heard it was just dry wall. He entered the room and took a random chair. He didn't really care. When he sat down the chair brought him up only a few feet. He mumbled to himself, "I hate you all...No love for the bloodthirsty mercenary." He did make sure to listen to Roxas tthough.

The explosion caught Michael's attention but he was used to explosions so he wasn't to startled by that. What did startle him were the people who emerged from the dust. The situation didn't look to good. Just by looking at them you could tell they were strong. A smirk appeared on Michael's face and he jumped off of his chair. "Finally, my time to shine. Who wants to die first?"

[Jake the Sage]

Lora had stepped inside with the rest of them, looking around and wondering about every single thing that her eyes spotted. Where they using magic? Science? Or something else which she had no idea of? It was all facinating to her and when Amethyist mentioned that he'd go announce their arrival she hadn't even heard him, her hands wandering over the wall which had returned back to where it once was. Her attention only shifted when she heard Atman laughing, "Chaos is schizophrenic!"

Looking back she could see why Chaos had been 'speaking to himself' when she herself noticed the ominous looming doorway and looked at Atman floating towards it. She wanted to tell him to be careful, it looked as dangerous at they came, and didn't know what would happen if he so much as touched it. Yet to her relief when he came to his conclusion, knocking on it to cement the suspicion, he turned around and called out to them, "Relax . . . it's not the real 'Door to Darkness', just a replica."

"Oh thats good, I guess," Lora said walking amongst the group and looking over the door herself. From this distance she too could tell it wasn't an original piece and instead was made out of, most likely, drywall, before turning back to Atman, "What [i]is[/i] the 'Door to Darkness' anyways? I've never heard of it before . . ."

Before her question could be answer the knock resounded and, despite being a copy, the door opened to reveal a room that looked familiar to even Lora; she had read about it in the Trio of DEF novel her father was always taking time off to read- the conferance room of Organization XIII. Stepping in she marvelled at the surroundings and, once more, didn't notice Amethyst usher everyone else in and pointed to the thirteen seats scattered around the room in an orderly fashion. Nobody seemed to want to sit down but eventually Atman took a seat and a couple others followed suite; once a person had sat down the chair rose into the air. Lora'd seen this kind of thing before but couldn't stop herself from getting a bit giddy and excited as she seated herself, the chair rising into the air all by it's own accord. Once everyone was floating in midair with thier rears firmly planted in the chairs Amethyst left, saying Phantom Roxas would be here in a minute or two. Hearing Phantom Roxas' name once more made Lora's heart beat a bit faster, [i]"I can't believe I'm going to get to meet a Super Mod . . . ooooh! I wish dad was here so I wouldn't be so nervious!"[/i]

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"Don't run I swear I wont kill you!!!" I yelled wandering around this desert waistland after scaring off the previous person I had encountered. Sulking I looked around the cowboy-style scenery and gave a sigh, stepping into the town with the sound of screams announcing my presence. Looking at myself I can understand why people might want to run away from me. The bullet holes in my shirt, dried blood stains, and caked on dirt weighing down my steel-toed boots didn't seem too out of place here. However the appearance of my actually skin and body, recrepide and decaying, obviously was the problem. Pulling my hat down to shield my eyes from the sun I raised my hand to change appearance once more, [i]"Apparently a 'zombie cowboy' wasn't the best of ideas . . . shoulda changed appearances sooner so I didn't waist so much time."[/i]

Snapping my fingers my visage manifested in the form of a cabillero, a mexican cowboy, and once I noticed it I could feel a twing of pride at the clothing. Examining myself in a mirror I was sure that my actual ancestors would be happy at how I looked when the voice of a woman reached me . . .

[quote name='PikaPerson01' timestamp='1296845518' post='4987187']
"Ladies..." she laughed. "Who am I kidding? Gentlemen!"

A smug smirk as she looked over the people of TCG. "As you all know, TCG is constantly being harassed by n00bs and spammers. People who don't understand the kind of serious business TCG really is. Not to mention the dead wasteland desert that is the strategy section. I know most of you idiots won't be able to follow a decent plan, so kindly GTFO. For the rest of you..."

She turned to her eyes to a cowboy looking man with a red scarf. His eyes were mostly hidden by a sombrero. "I've got... big plans."

And she presumably told the people who mattered her plan, likely with time to spare before the rest of the group showed up.
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"No problem with plans as long as they aren't dangerous to the public ma'am," I said stepping into the crowd and pushing back my hat, adding to the entrance and how it looked. Squinting my eyes I had to take a moment to recognize the person whom I had just addressed, but soon I noticed it was PikaPerson01. Cursing under my breath I figured whatever God(s) were at work must hate me, [i]"Figures I [u]just[/u] get out of the ICU and end up bumping into [u]another[/u] Mod! Well I've delt with Pika a bit before, but then again I had the same with JoshIcy . . . God I hope she doesn't want to kick my ass too!"[/i]

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A long . . . very awkward . . . silence filled the room once Amethyst left and the group began waiting for Phantom Roxas. No one spoke and to pass the time Lora took to twiddling her thumbs around each other until the Super Mod finally walked in, sitting on his seat it flew up higher than everyone else and he looked at everyone, "I'm glad you're all here. I know you have some questions and I intend on giving the answers you deser-"

"Roxas!" Atman interrupted, rudely thought Lora, acting familiar with him, and stared down the Super Mod, "Tell us what's been going on. We found a bomb with the YCM logo on it at the Tower's destruction site and-"

"Ah! So the Tower already fell?" Phantom Roxas said, more to himself, and mulled over the newly acquired information in his head. He hadn't been informed of this as of yet, he had spent the time preparing the presentation for those before him, and was taken aback by the news a bit; though he could hardly be called 'in shock'. Lifting his eyes to gaze at each individual person he began speaking when it seemed Atman wouldn't, "I know things look bad . . . the so called 'random siesmic activity', JoshIcy attacking and nearly killing Atman again, and recently the Tower exploding. But now it seems things've begun moving faster than first thought so you'll have to head out right now."

"I wish I could have explained things in detail, but that'll have to be for a later time," he said letting the chairs lower so everybody could dismount them. Standing up he pointed in the direction of another doorway, "Go to the 'My Contents' area Ragnarok's old house, if Glitch is still there, convince him to take you to the Control Center under the Rules Building."

[i]"Glitch?!"[/i] Lora almost had yelled out loud. Normally things everyone else said didn't make sense to her, after all she was fairly new to the area still and didn't get much of the lingo, but that name was [i]one[/i] that she had gotten to know over the years she arrived with her father. It was a name she didn't think she'd ever hear again after the last war which broke out in YCM. Her heart racing she began to walk up to the Super Mod, all purpose focused on figuring out why they needed aid from someone . . . something like that, but was stopped by Atman interrupting once more, "Roxas what are you talking about?"

"This maybe difficult to believe, but trust me when I tell you this," the Super Mod took a second to ready himself, as if the secret he was about to reveal was so profound it might cause more harm than good, "YCMaker is going to-"

A violent explosion ripped through the entire infastructure of the Organization XII building, rocking it to the core, as the Door to Darkness was wrenched from it's hinges; it had flown off and nearly decapitated Atman, if such a thing was possible. The dust kicked up created a kind of smoke screen and it took a while for anybody to see through it, even though they were coughing at they same time. Looking up Lora could see two shillouhetts appear from the oversized hole, two Mods who hadn't been seen in a while . . . Frunk and Chaos Pudding.

"Told ya they'd be [i]here[/i]," Chaos Pudding said putting away the explosives in a pouch behind her back, grinning as the dust finally settled.

"Yeah, yeah . . . lets just get this over with," her commpanion said through a sigh, waving her off, and looked sadly at the group.

"C-Chaos Pudding . . . Frunk? What are you two doing here?!" Phantom Roxas replied in complete shock, he had not even considered Mods from the past reappearing, and gripped his Keyblade tightly trying to keep his rage in check. The Keyblade's light only grew in intensity as Chaos Pudding mocked back at her former companion with a smirk, "Oh, us? You know . . . We were just in the neighbourhood and thought we'd stop by for a chat, possibly a snack . . . maybe leave your evisserated bodies somewhere on public display, go home and make out!"

Leaping at Phantom Roxas, Chaos Pudding pulled out her banhammer and swung with the full force of a Mods and sent her target through a wall. Landing she laughed as the entire group reeled from the wind the impact had caused, Frunk just walking down with his weapon in hand. [i]"Oh crap!Oh crap!Oh crap! What are we going to do?!"[/i] Lora thought, eyes wide as she looked up at Chaos Pudding standing beside her and shivered with fear. Normally she'd be more calm than this, but without her dad to back her up and a Super Mod mere inches away from her she wasn't able to calm down. By this time Phantom Roxas had clambered back through the wall he'd created with the Keyblade transformed into his personal banhammer and Chaos Pudding turned her attention to him, "Oh good, you're still alive! Looks like I can still toy with you some more!"

The two Super Mods began to fight as Frunk looked amongst those who'd been summoned by his former friend and commrade, dismayed by how easy this task would be. Lifting his banhammer up a bit he looked over at NoBegining who seemed to be more than ready to fight, "Just give up . . . you don't have the strength to beat me and I'd rather do this as quickly as possible for your sake . . ."

<OOC: Sorry for long post>

[Super Chaos Sonic]

Chaos' concentration was cut off when Atman said with a laugh,"Chaos is schizophrenic!" Night's spirit chuckled and said,[i]"Yea, he got you good with that one!"[/i] Chaos sighed and looked at Night and said,"Whose side are you on anyway, Night?" Chaos then brought his attention back to Atman when he said that the Door To Darkness was a replica, which he let out a sigh of relief to. "T-That is a relief..." he said. Then at that moment, the Door To Darkness replica opened and revealed a room that Chaos and Night knew. "T-The Organization XIII's white room..."

Soon Chaos and the others were ushered in by Amethyst into the room and the thirteen chairs. Chaos sat down in the chair, after everyone else did, and it rose into the air. He remembered this when the original XIII from KH2 sat on them. Then he heard Amethyst tell everyone that Phantom Roxas would be arriving soon. [i]"You originally joined the Organization before...didn't you??"[/i] Night asked. Chaos nodded and said quietly to Night,"I was at the bottom of the totem pole...a regular ranked Heartless. I didn't post for a while...and I was let go." Soon he saw Amethyst leave the room, then no later brought in Phantom Roxas. He had heard Atman and Roxas begin to talk about what happned. Watching this, he could feel that Roxas wasn't like the other mods, besides the fact of him being a "Super" Mod.

As Chaos continued to listen to the two talk, he felt the building shake violently. Then he saw the Door To Darkness break off the hinges, flying towards Atman, almost hitting him. Chaos looked at Night's spirit and then they both nodded and Chaos' eyes turned amber and torquiose. Then he saw two people...he never saw them, but he heard about them from others. Then he heard Roxas' exclaim, "Chaos!! Frunk!! What are you doing here??" The two others laughed and began to tell them why they were there. Then he noticed Chaos Pudding and Roxas collide with the banhammer and the keyblade. The force it created sent everyone flying into the walls. Chaos hit the wall of the room, but quickly got up. "I-I gotta do something..." he said looking around. He pulled out his katana and swallowed two pills and went into his Hyper Dying Will mode. [i]Think Chaos Sonic....what are you gonna do??[/i] he thought.

[Catterjune]

Our short-haired "sherrif" raised a brow at the words just spoken. Changing his sig, his avatar, his username, sure it might be enough to fool most people, but even the slightest bit of digging by anyone could prove it was a facade.

Then again, none of the inhabitants of the TCG area were much for working hard, much less thinking.

It was clear the young man who just spoke didn't belong, but wanted to act like he did. So why not oblige him?

"Well then gentleman, if I must reiterate" (since it seems most likely implied I should now >_>) "It seems the rest of YCM is going to hell. Unfortunately for them, the idiots who hang around the TCG section are used to it. Keep to your own, don't ask questions, don't answer questions, and if you see something suspicious or out of the ordinary, report it."

Pika smirked, then produced a "headphone" like device. She plugged it into her PDA-style message reciever. "Any warning I get, I'll hear immediately. Keep on your toes. There's... definitely more going on here then meets the eye. You can all go about your business now."

If she was planning any evildoings, she'd most likely not do it in public.

The old west-style saloon continued on with it's random chattering, when all of a sudden a short, younger man approached the cabillero that just showed up.

He wore an oversized hat that shadowed his eyes, a red handkerchief over his face that covered everything from the bottom of his nose down. He wore a white-looking dress shirt and a black vest, along with blue jeans and a fancy belt. Clipped onto his belt was an old-style duel disk, the big red wheel from around the era of Duelist Kingdom.

"Hey stranga'. You dun look too familiar. You from around here?"

[Jake the Sage]

Frunk gave out a long sigh as he saw NoBegining and Chaos Sonic ready themselves to go down fighting. Normally he would commend them as brave warriors not to give up, but at the moment he just shook his head at their apparent stupidity. Twirling the banhammer around he knew he was more than capable of beating the two of them without any trouble, but he just didn't want to get dragged into this in the first place. Hearing Phantom Roxas and Chaos Pudding going at it at full force behind him he decided to pick off the small fishes so he could help his commrade . . . so then they could both just go home.

Disappearing in a mist he reappeared beside NoBeginning and grabbed the side of his face, clutching the banhammer tightly against his neck, "How about you?"

Kicking his foot out from underneath him Frunk used NoBeginning's own weight to drop him, but before he could hit the floor the Mod swung him around and tossed him into the air. Looking around he saw Chaos Sonic and appeared in front of him, his hand looming over his head as he lowered the banhammer, "Will you really fight me?"

"You okay 6?" Lora asked holding him in her arms as they floated in midair. She really didn't know what happened but, apparently, when she saw him being thrown her body moved on it's own and snatched him out of the air. Before then she had been so scared of the two Mods not a single muscle in her body would react to the command to run she was giving them. Her heart was still racing, the desire to run still paramount, but at the moment she was focusing on if 6 was hurt or not . . .

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After I had spoken up towards PikaPerson01 she began to explain what she was doing here, but generally I've learned when something is amiss. Just by looking at her I could tell my "disguise" didn't fool her for a moment and knew I didn't belong here . . . but if that was all she truly could discern from my appearance then it was a good enough. She explained that she wanted people to just not ask questions and keep to themselves, completely evading the simple trap set to see what she was up too. [i]"Looks like I'll have to get a bit more creative,"[/i] I thought with a grin and slowly readied to trail her, if she did leave the area, and was stopped by another person. Speaking with an accent that, personally, I felt like knocking his lights out for he asked if I was from around here. [i]"Better keep my guard up,"[/i] I thought before lowering my hat and responding, "Not exactly . . . I come from a lot of places, not just one ya see. Now if that ma'am over there would indulge in answering another question . . ."

It was obvious I was referring back to PikaPerson01 since she still hadn't left the building and took a toothpick in my mouth, "What kind of trouble are we supposed t' be reporting? Anything can be considered suspicious if ya ain't ever seen it before."

[Catterjune]

Of course, Pika was never one to make things easy on others. "Don't ask questions, don't answer questions. TCG takes care of it's own." She smirked. "Come on now, you're just a regular cowpoke like the rest of these guys, right?"

Her voice seemed rather higher in pitch, and a tad louder, purposely drawing attention to herself. "Everyone who's a regular member of TCG knows what's up." Two cowboys in green and yellow, who were having a nice friendly duel looked up.

"Nobody else asks questions around here." the blue clad hombre stopped playing the piano.

"Just use your better judgment, stranger." She raised her voice, making it evident to even the stupidest of the TCG section (that is to say, everyone, since everyone in TCG is an idiot) to keep attention up at Jake.

In any case, asking more questions would likely attract more attention, especially as all eyes in the saloon were on him. "Ta-ta, for now." She smirked, leaving the general area, but presumably leaving plenty of NPC's for him to interact with.

The cowboy in red was shaking in his boots. "Psst. D-don't let her freak you out man." He muttered to... I assume Jake the Sage? No clue what character he is now. Lora? Chibi Lora? IDK. He muttered to the guy who's in TCG, whoever he is. "Tinks[sic] she can boss us 'round on accounta she's the boss 'round here."

He spit on the ground, when suddenly the green one yelled out. "HEY! YOU'S CHEATIN'!"

"Your mother's cheatin'! I play honestly!"

A small scuffle broke out, and everyone continued back to what they were doing. The server went back to serving drinks, and the blue handkerchief cowboy went back to playing a jaunty, old western saloon type song.

[Jake the Sage]

"What kind of trouble are we supposed t' be reporting? Anything can be considered suspicious if ya ain't ever seen it before."

"Don't ask questions, don't answer questions. TCG takes care of it's own," PikaPerson01 responded again sounding like a broken record, except for the noticable fact she had raised her voice. Scowling I watched her as she smiled back and continued speaking in a louder tone, this time taking the reigns of the conversation, "Come on now, you're just a regular [i]cowpoke[/i] like the rest of these guys, right?"

It was too obvious what she was trying too do, but the bad thing was nothing I was capable of at the moment could aid me in stopping her. I was only able to let her continue pulling the strings as she began nearly shouting at the top of her lungs, "Just use your better judgement, strangers. Ta-ta for now . . ."

Smirking the Mod left the saloon, also leaving my questions unanswered; after the event with JoshIcy I can easily say I didn't like the outcome of this intellectual bout. I could feel everyone's eyes on my as I stuck my hands in my pockets, spit out the toothpick, and glanced around me; luckily nobody seemed outright dangerous or with killing intent. Feeling an arm wrap around my shoudler I resisted the honed instinct to toss whoever was dumb enough to get close to me and heard someone speaking, thankfully no one who'd cause trouble, "Psst! D-Don't let'er freak you out man . . . T'ink she can boss us 'round on accounta she's the boss 'round here . . ."

Sighing I slipped through the man's grip, which was already loose as is from too many shots of cheap alcohol and being punch drunk, and stepped back as he spat on the wooden floor . . . hitting my boot. [i]"Lovely,"[/i] I thought to myself, scowling at the stain on my shoes and heard the noise of a scuffle breaking out. [i]"Nothing like a well timed distraction to let you sneak out without anybody noticing"[/i] I thought to myself with a grin leaving the saloon unnoticed. Now outside I looked around quickly and spotted PikaPerson01 walking away and finally confronted her on my own terms. Walking up close behind her I called out to her, removing my hat at the same time to be polite, "Ma'am . . . or should I just call you Pika? Mod? Neither? Well . . . either way . . . I have yet to get the [i]direct[/i] answer I wanted from you. So [i]I'll[/i] reitterate, 'what is going on that needs reporting'? Too be more exact . . . what are you and the other Mods covering up?"

<OOC: Pika when I use first person, I and what not, I am playing as myself [Jake the Sage]. Anybody else I say their names [IE I actually SAY Lora when using her]>

[Final Fantasy Revolution]

Vayne looked around the room in which they were now being walked into by Atman. He looked around the room for traps or something else of the like; the door entering this place was called "The Door to Darkness" and the room looked like something appropriate to what a door of darkness would be guarding to Vayne so this all seemed rather setupish. Vayne looked around the room and at everyone's excitement or lack of excitement, as he walked towards the chairs that were present. Vayne sat down in one of the chairs but it didn't raise nor did it lower it just stayed a regular chair. "Figures. I'm merely a character, not a real body of this world; why would the chair raise for a nobody?" Vayne then smirked at the irony of that sentence and was about to share a laugh when the door blew open revealing two, what appeared to be moderators to their midst. "Great moderators, from the data I've gathered, their the enemy of this world...I shall partake in this battle." Vayne jumped up from his chair and put a hand on his blade. "Kaizaku Chishio..." Vayne said, mentiong his blades name as he drew it seemed to cause a rush of energy particles to appear. Vayne stabbed his blade into the ground and uttered a phrase. "Wall of Free Energy." Vayne said and then the particles of energy seemed to disappear and then come out the ground in a winding, twisting wall that seemed to separate the moderators from the group. "Is there some sort of back exit we can take? My data collaborates that we'll not win this match." Vayne said to Roxas, wanting an answer, and quick.

ooc: Sorry about my inactivity recently, a member of my family recently passed so I had to take a sudden leave of absence. *bows to show respect*

[Catterjune]

(I tried posting earlier, and then the board stopped working. Good thing I always write all my posts on Notepad and then copy/paste them)


Pika stopped at the sound of a voice. She scratched her head, but didn't bother turning around. "That's funny. I thought I walked faster then that... oh well." A casual shrug.

She reached for the hammer on the side of her belt, still not turning herself around and giving the hammer a fancy twirl before catching it.

She cleared her throat before beginning anew. "Listen, mysterious stranger whom I have never seen before yet is clearly a beloved and cherished member of the TCG board."

She sneered slightly, turning her head and looking at him in an 'over the shoulder' way. "If you're a TCG regular, you should already know what's considered 'normal' around these parts. And if you're not a TCG regular... well, the other members of this subsection don't take too kindly to strangers."

She smirked, running her free hand through her short mane of black hair before casually walking forward. "As for a 'direct answer' of what I'm up to, I have no reason to tell you, and that's even assuming I'm up to something. If you're willing to help me, I can assure you that you would not be able to. And if you intend to stand against me, it'd just be a few extra minutes standing between me and my final plan before I turn your life on YCM into a stain on my banhammer." she gave her hammer another quick twirl. "Not to rely on a cliche, but it's on a need to know basis, and you don't need to know."

She smirked as she continued walking at a casual pace. "You can keep following me and asking me questions, though I doubt you'll get a different answer. You can try to stop me but... judging from your warning level it looks like you've already fought a mod before. I wouldn't recommend picking another fight so soon."

She continued walking off, towards the strategy section, a barren desert.

[Christian Exodia]

Alexander arose from the rubble, swords in hand, with a frown on his face. "Well, this must be the end of all. Keeping alive was all I could manage." He quietly spoke, setting his swords down near the city. He always had a tendency to get lost, and this time, he was lost too long, and he is unknown to exactly what this is. Nevertheless, he trudges into the city, and refreshing himself. In mind, and in body. He finally was caught up to speed, and then he looked for any familiar faces.
(Just give me pointers if i'm wrong. Just got accepted.)

[Jake the Sage]

The ruins of General hadn't changed at all since the summoned group had departed to have a meeting with Phantom Roxas, but to those still residing within the rubble filled area it appeared so. Random events and riots would break out every so often, but the most pressing concern of the denizens was the power outages that plagued the city every so often and would not be resolved for three hours or more. One such citizen, Alexander, had only just returned from getting lost and would have to have gone through a lot if seeing the city in such a state. Everywhere there was evidence of the pain and chaos which now infected the world, people sleeping on the streets and obscene graphiety on the status wall. As he walked he could see people trying to earn more reps so they could escape this kind of life . . . or wallowing happily in the world Yugo City had become.

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Looking around Frunk saw Chaos Sonic and appeared in front of him, his hand looming over his head as he lowered the banhammer, "Will you really fight me?"

As Frunk waited for an answer, or someone to attempt an attack on him, Chaos Pudding and Phantom Roxas were going at it at an amazing pace. To anybody else it seemed as if only explosions would appear at random while they made their assaults colliding. But to them it was an intricut battle of counters, parries, and grappling that Phantom Roxas was slowly loosing. Striking at her head after blocking a low knee to the gut he felt her hands wrap around his wrists before her left elbow collided with his skull. The force of the strike was coupled by her extending the blocked knee into a full on kick that sent him reeling backwards, coughing up blood as she laughed, "You've lost your touch Phantom Roxas . . . this isn't as [i]fun[/i] as I remember. Oh well, time to die!"

Raising her banhammer to the sky Chaos Pudding charged her energies into it, bent on not just killing her target, but leaving not a single trace of him left. Swinging it down her eyes opened in disbelief when a beam of energy knocked into her, sending the attack skyward, and then made a shield around those they'd been sent to kill. Vayne had managed to buy however much time the shield would give in an attempt to escape, "Is there some sort of back exit we can take Phantom Roxas? My data collaborates that we will not win this match . . ."

"Yes but we can't run," the Super Mod said clutching his chest and falling to a knee. He was wincing in pain from the culminated blows Chaos Pudding had delivered to his frame; if there was one thing she knew how to do, it was taking you down painfully slow. Looking at the group as the Super Moderator calmly walked back and forth, examining the barrier, he decided his option, "Go out and do what I had asked earlier. I'll stay behind and stop Chaos Pudding and Frunk from following . . ."

That was the unavoidable fact- they two Mods [i]would[/i] follow. They were their targets and unless they could all escape out of their sensing range without being detected once, there'd be no chance of escape without someone staying behind. Only Phantom Roxas had half the best of chances doing such an outrageous task.

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Now outside I looked around quickly and spotted PikaPerson01 walking away and finally confronted her on my own terms. Walking up close behind her I called out to her, removing my hat at the same time to be polite, "Ma'am . . . or should I just call you Pika? Mod? Neither? Well . . . either way . . . I have yet to get the direct answer I wanted from you. So I'll reitterate, 'what is going on that needs reporting'? Too be more exact . . . what are you and the other Mods covering up?"

Pika didn't seem to want to respond to my question, again, and instead I could see her reaching for the Mod's weapon of choice, the banhammer. My instincts ready for anything I prepared to fight right there and then if she had decided to swing it at my or any other threatening action. Luckily she didn't and instead gave it a fancy twirl before catching it. She cleared her throat before finally responding, though not to my question, "Listen . . . 'mysterious stranger' whom I have never seen before, yet is clearly a beloved and cherished member . . ."

"If you're a TCG regular, you should already know what's considered [i]normal[/i] around these parts," she turned her head at me in an 'over the shoulder' way and I could see her sneering face as she continued, "And if you're not a TCG regular... well, the other members of this subsection don't take too kindly to strangers."

"I'm used to that," I merely responded placing the hat back atop my head. It was true, I've been fighting a lot and've gotten used to it, though I don't know if that is nessicarily a good thing, but it's kept my alive so far. Pika seemed to enjoy my answer, her face turning from a sneer to a smirk, and she ran her free hand through the short black waves of hair before casually walking forward, "Well . . . concerning your 'direct answer' of what I'm up too . . . I have no reason to tell [i]you[/i] and that's even assuming I'm up to something to begin with. If you're willing to help me I can assure you that you wouldn't be able to . . ."

Stopping momentarily she hoisted the banhammer up so the glint from the sun was aimed into my eyes. Despite the sudden admiration for her appearance, I was always a good call on the 'cute factor' in girls, I was begining to get annoyed with her in general; it was possible this mainly steamed from not getting an answer. Lowering the banhammer she said the one thing I'd been expecting all along, "And if you intend to stand against me, it'd just be a few extra minutes standing between me and my final plan before I turn your life on YCM into a stain on my banhammer. So, not to rely on a cliche, but it's on a need to know basis . . . and you [i]don't[/i] need to know."

[i]"Don't need to know my ass,"[/i] I thought scowling at her, now intent on getting an answer anyway I could, [i]"I deserve an answer after JoshIcy nearly caused me to kill myself. I just need to calm down . . . I don't want to fight her because it might open up my wounds, but there has to be something I can get out of her."[/i] My thoughts distracting me I hadn't noticed Pika's smirk prior to her starting to leave again, though once she began to move I snapped away from my thoughts, and watched her, "Oh! Yes before I forget . . . you can keep following me and asking all those questions you have, though I doubt you'll get a different answer. You can also try to stop me, but . . . juding from your warning level it looks like you've already fought a Mod before. I wouldn't recommend picking another fight so soon."

Glancing at my arm I grin at the red ban which had been burned into my skin a long time ago. It was true most citizens of YCM, when they get warned, are given this red ban somewhere on their exposed body so everyone can see they attempted to go against the Mods' rules. However like everything else those kind of rules don't seem to apply with me. The warn level, branded onto my left upper arm, had been etched into my skin by Rinne out of spite during a personal fight which he refused to remove; meaning I would always carry it for others to see. Laughing at my history I begin to follow Pika as she continued to walk off, towards the strategy section of TCG . . . the barren desert of an area and decided something risky, "Well I take on a Mod when I see they've done something wrong. So far you haven't Pika, but if you do I will stop you. By the way I'm Jake the Sage . . ."

[i]"Now time to see if I've really been selected out by the Mods or not,"[/i] I thought waiting for a reaction to my name.

[Christian Exodia]

Alexander looked at the city, sighed, and went in to stop the riots. Through it, he slashed through many of them, looking for the General Building. Being an long time citizen, he knew this city like the back of his hand. But the guards kept him from some of his old shortcuts, so he took a long, complicated, crowded route as a masked man with an unknown purpose. He sighed as he neared the rubble of the building. Seeing the building in it's old form, he gasped. "The Glorious City! In this state! This is plain madness! Why does my life have to be like this?" He ponders as he sees the battling members.

[Catterjune]

Alas, there was no reaction from the dark haired young lady. "I already know your name. I looked it up the moment I didn't recognize you. Mods can see at different frequencies then regular members."

She continued walking, aimlessly forward. I presume Jake continued following and if he did, at last it seemed our young antagonist was getting fed up. She performed a quick piroutte, adjusting her skirt to prevent it from moving upwards in the quick twirl.

"Look, I understand the whole 'super paranoia' thing. All the mods on YCM are corrupt, bloodthirsty, amoral monster. All the members are mindless sheeple. Only you and a few brave friends know the truth, right? Must make you feel superdy duper important to be the singular voice of reason when the entire world is going to hell. Just tryin' to feel special with your braindead paranoid delusion, with nothing to back up anything you say. Disgusting."

She crossed her arms across her ample chest, waiting to hear what he had to say.

[Christian Exodia]

Alexander remembered his PM phone. There he just clicked the first button, which had to be Jake the Sage. "Jake, What the hell happened to the city?" He asked through the phone. He wanted answers. Last he saw this place, it was glorious and glistening in wet leaves. He was sad to leave this place. But another question raced his mind. "And where the hell is everybody? Where are you?" He was obviously oblivious to everything this place had to offer since he left. All he knew now was this phone, the clothes, his body, and the music he had. It was complete confusion for him.

[Jake the Sage]

It'd slipped my mind that Mods where able to view people in a completely different way than normal people. Usually you can just see who they are and a couple personal bits of information about them. Mods can do that and more, including revealing secrets about you like past names and the like. So I have to say I was a bit embarrassed at myself when she stated she already knew who I was. Watching her as she did a spin, protecting her skirt from flipping up, I stopped and listened as she began to speak,"Look! I understand the whole 'super paranoia' thing and all . . . the Mods on YCM are corrupt, bloodthirsty, amoral monster, all the members are mindless sheeple, and only you and a few brave friends know the truth, right? Must make you feel superdy duper important to be the singular voice of reason when the entire world is going to hell . . ."

"Just tryin' to feel special with your braindead paranoid delusion, with nothing to back up anything you say. Disgusting!" she finished off as I looked at her with my face emotionless, "It's not a delusion."

My words were simple, as that was all I had to say in response. Pulling out what looked like a cell phone I flipped it open, clicked a few buttons, and looked back over to Pika, "I'm sure you met Chibi Lora already . . . since my data confirmed you interacted with her recently . . . so do you remember what she said? If not then here is a refresher . . . I can show you the truth, if you don't already know it."

[Christian Exodia]

Alex tried again to get through to Jake. And again. He just wondered when contact with other members will be made with him. In the meantime, he walked through the forest. He tried to clear his mind of most thoughts. But the situation of Jake is still there. He then just hung from the branch and scouted his area. Just forest, past the crumbled buildings. This was post-apocalyptic YCM, only a few members here and there. But he was unsure just where he would find a teammate. He pulled out his sword and cut a tree down. He started to make a nest when a bird found it's way into Alex's new nest. He put it in a safe place for the bird, where nobody else could find it. He then placed a call:

reciever Jake the Sage

subject/title Where are you?

message Where are you man? Are you one of the few members left?

sender Christian Exodia

[Jake the Sage]

I stood there, my arms crossed, waiting for the Mod in front of me to give an answer. She had tought we were being paranoid and what not, thinking the world was coming to an end, but I knew the truth. I've seen the truth . . . and it nearly cost me my life. So that is why right here and now I was going to do anything in my power to show her the truth and get to the bottom of this mystery. Also, on a second thought, having a Mod alongside us against the others who might attack wasn't a bad idea, [i]"I can handle Mods on my own, but Super Mods would be tought without some good back up."[/i] There was no way I could know at the moment my pm phone was being messaged by a former friend who had just came back . . . the only thing was . . . my phone was with my daughter somewhere completely different from me. But I'm luckily able to think ahead, or at least Andrew was, and had the routine number switched to the phone I had now. Hearing it ring out with a distinctive pinging I flipped it open and read the text.

[i][u]Christian Exodia[/u]
[u]RE: Where are you?[/u]

I am in TCG with PikaPerson01 . . .
No there is a lot of members still left, why?
Hold on (O_o) When did you get back?!

*stops and thinks*

Yeah, you'll need to be brought up to date. Get to TCG quickly- if we move before you arrive I'll PM you new location.

Jake the Sage
[/i]

[Christian Exodia]

Alex then turned into Speed Form and ran. He sped through the forest, then the desert, through the Games and the Custom Cards, throughout YCM, to the TCG. He then stopped and got onto his phone. He smiled, but closed it and kept going, then he kept going. He assured the little chick that he would help it, that this is to get to a friend. He then saw Jake. After some travelling, he finally got to Jake. He turned into his regular Chopper form. "Hey Jake!" He said quickly. He knew he was in a different form, but he'd just tell Jake to deal with it.

(Go ahead, have Jake be shocked at Alex's Chopper Form.)

[Catterjune]

(Stop postin' so fast ;_; )


"All you've done from the moment I've met you was harass me and make unsettling claims about me trying to cover up something with absolutely no proof, other then the fact that I'm a moderator." Her arms still a cross her chest, she extended her lower lip slightly, blowing the bangs of her hair from covering her eyes.

Her thoughts went back to Candyman. "I know your type. You're the kind of guy who sticks his head in a bears cage and suddenly acts shocked and appauled when they receive a vicious mauling. That's what you're trying to do here now, isn't it?"

A lower pitched tone to her voice as it seems she was doing an imitation "Mods are after me and trying to attack me. To prove it, I'm gonna pester one until they attack me."

She scoffed, a mean tone to her voice. "If you bugged Josh half as much as you're bugging me right now I can honestly say you had it coming."

Moments later, another young man showed up, but it seemed Pika was giving him the silent treatment. She scoffed once again, turning her nose to the pair, eyes closed.

[Super Chaos Sonic]

Chaos Sonic looked over at Frunk and saw him lower his banhammer. Then he heard the sentence come from his mouth, "Will you really fight me?" Chaos took a deep breath and then let it out. He looked at Frunk and firmly said, grabbing the hilt of his samurai blade and unsheathing it,"Yes. I will fight you...I may lose...but there is only one reason why. I fight for my friends!!" It was the same when he was Nightwing2199, he fought for his friends, but until he became Chaos Sonic...he hadn't been doing any of that. But right here and now, that would have all changed. "I'm fighting for my friends, cause if I don't no one will!!" Chaos yelled as his dying will flame on his forehead ignited even more. He pointed his blade at Frunk and then rushed towards him, slashing at him, but missing by only inches.

[Jake the Sage]

<OOC: Sorry Pika didn't mean too ^^ >

"It's not a delusion."

My words were simple, as that was all I had to say in response. Pulling out what looked like a cell phone I flipped it open, clicked a few buttons, and looked back over to Pika, "I'm sure you met Chibi Lora already . . . since my data confirmed you interacted with her recently . . . so do you remember what she said? If not then here is a refresher . . . I can show you the truth, if you don't already know it."

"Look here! All you've done from the moment I've met you was harass me!" Pika said back to me after I had finished a quick PM to Christian Exodia, "And make unsettling claims about me trying to cover up something with absolutely [i]no[/i] proof, other than the fact that I'm a Mod!"

Watching the young Mod cross her acts I stood there thinking for a minute. It was true that I had no basis for my accusation that she was part of the problem, after all only JoshIcy had attacked us, and there was no proof that anybody else was involved; but the YCM logo [i]did[/i] implicate others. I had to rethink my plans to get Pika onboard with us as she began to speak again, this time in a low mocking tone similar to Candyman, "Ugh Mods r trying 2 atk meh! 2 pruv it Im gonna perster 1 unril th3y atk meh!!!"

I chuckled a bit as she finished, a pretty good representation of every troll I've ever came across, but she merely scoffed at me finding humor in her rendition. Pointing at me, eyes filled with a mixture of anger and annoyance, she finished, "If you bugged JoshIcy [i]half[/i] as much you're bugging me right now . . . I can honestly say you had it coming!"

"Alright I'll give you I have no basis to convice you of being a part of the bombing of General," I said raising my hands in a nonthreatening way and taking a step towards her, "So until I see something that proves you had [i]anything[/i] to do with it I'll consider you innocent."

Reaching out I left my hand hanging in the air for Pika, an sign of friendship possibly or being on good terms, and continued, "But we never did anything to JoshIcy, trust me. I've gone against Mods before, that much is true, but only when I had no other choice but self defense. Normally I'd never cross blades with one of you. So how about we go back to General and I can show you what I'm talking about? If you're not impressed . . . you can beat me until you feel better, alright?"

"Hey Jake!" I heard from my left side as somebody arrived on scene. Glancing over I didn't see anybody at first, any human at least, and only a deer with a hat; normally that'd raise questions but considering there've been weirder things in YCM it didn't. Then I noticed the deer had changed into Tony Tony Chopper and I finally realized who it was, "Christian? That was . . . kinda fast to be honest."

[hr]

Looking around Frunk saw Chaos Sonic and appeared in front of him, his hand looming over his head as he lowered the banhammer, "Will you really fight me?"

As Frunk waited for an answer, or someone to attempt an attack on him, Chaos Pudding and Phantom Roxas were going at it at an amazing pace. To anybody else it seemed as if only explosions would appear at random while they made their assaults colliding. But to them it was an intricut battle of counters, parries, and grappling that Phantom Roxas was slowly loosing. Striking at her head after blocking a low knee to the gut he felt her hands wrap around his wrists before her left elbow collided with his skull. The force of the strike was coupled by her extending the blocked knee into a full on kick that sent him reeling backwards, coughing up blood as she laughed, "You've lost your touch Phantom Roxas . . . this isn't as fun as I remember. Oh well, time to die!"

Raising her banhammer to the sky Chaos Pudding charged her energies into it, bent on not just killing her target, but leaving not a single trace of him left. Swinging it down her eyes opened in disbelief when a beam of energy knocked into her, sending the attack skyward, and then made a shield around those they'd been sent to kill. Vayne had managed to buy however much time the shield would give in an attempt to escape, "Is there some sort of back exit we can take Phantom Roxas? My data collaborates that we will not win this match . . ."

"Yes but we can't run," the Super Mod said clutching his chest and falling to a knee. He was wincing in pain from the culminated blows Chaos Pudding had delivered to his frame; if there was one thing she knew how to do, it was taking you down painfully slow. Looking at the group as the Super Moderator calmly walked back and forth, examining the barrier, he decided his option, "Go out and do what I had asked earlier. I'll stay behind and stop Chaos Pudding and Frunk from following . . ."

That was the unavoidable fact- they two Mods would follow. They were their targets and unless they could all escape out of their sensing range without being detected once, there'd be no chance of escape without someone staying behind. Only Phantom Roxas had half the best of chances doing such an outrageous task.

<OOC: Chaos this was done BEFORE you're post so . . . yeah ^^; >

[Super Chaos Sonic]

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Chaos Sonic looked over at Frunk and saw him lower his banhammer. Then he heard the sentence come from his mouth, "Will you really fight me?" Chaos took a deep breath and then let it out. He looked at Frunk and firmly said, grabbing the hilt of his samurai blade and unsheathing it,"Yes. I will fight you...I may lose...but there is only one reason why. I fight for my friends!!" It was the same when he was Nightwing2199, he fought for his friends, but until he became Chaos Sonic...he hadn't been doing any of that. But right here and now, that would have all changed. "I'm fighting for my friends, cause if I don't no one will!!" Chaos yelled as his dying will flame on his forehead ignited even more. He pointed his blade at Frunk and then rushed towards him, slashing at him, but missing by only inches.
[/quote]

<OOC: It's alright Jake, here it is again. Just for General Purposes>

[Christian Exodia]

"One of the perks of being Tony Tony Chopper. Speed Forme... but what the hell are you doing here? Fighting a Mod?" He exclaimed. "What has YCM come to?" He shook his head, and turned into his Human-Like State. He pulled out his swords behind his back, in case Pika attacked, and he concluded on what he heard that she would. "What did you do to aggregate the Mod? Torture her? Which I have heard you like to do." He looked at Jake. "But, I am prepared just in case to fight. Just hope her Banhammer hasn't been ordered yet." He looked at Pika, scanning her for what weapons she used.

[Final Fantasy Revolution]

Vayne walked over to where the area behind the chairs was and saw the back door. "Come on all, we must depart now why we still have the chance." Vayne said and then walked back to the group and was now behind Lora. "Come now, Lora, I don't think your dad would like it if you were to die, and all of you, I'd rather not see any of you parish as I'm sure FFR would not forgive me as one of his characters if I let you all die while being outside of his soul." Vayne explained and then waited for the group to follow him out of the back exit of the Orginization's base.