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Post by Jak on Feb 25, 2016 18:03:04 GMT
Jak always had a problem with the darkness.
The nightmares
The pure rage his dark side made him lose control.
That power.
A face that always mocked him in his head, but there was a light angel holding back his dark side. This alone was the point keeping Jak from losing his mind. Daxter also played a good part in it.
Daxter stared at Jak. Jak, hello? Are you there?"
I'm not a puppet of the darkness...
I've never been..
I am a hero, but somewhere inside I am not broken. I see a cause to still fight.
I've lost my world but Daxter keeps me alive.
Jak had taken his steps toward Twlight town, in the dark with a light moon shining in the background. Jak was fighting off the heartless with Daxter. Never know what he could find in the darkness however.
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Hazama
Heart of Darkness
PLAYED BY Yuuki Terumi
— "I may be a twisted son of a bitch, but that doesn't mean I don't have feelings!"
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Post by Hazama on Mar 1, 2016 4:25:20 GMT
Darkness and light, the two main forces that made up both a person and even the worlds, they would always be seen in opposing forces. Those of the light always scorned the darkness, they believed it turned people into monsters and devoured them from the inside, but for Hazama that was a load of shit. Darkness was merely a force that people really didn’t understand and were too weak to deal with. They blamed the darkness when in reality it was all because of their own weakness. They fell to guidance of the light, but that light was false. Nothing in this world was true, the light merely blinded people in comfort while it corrupted them.
For Hazama, the serpentine man decided he would utilize both forces for his own objectives as it was the only logical thing to do after all. His travels soon lead him to a world coated in an endless twilight, a place stuck in the middle of both light and darkness. The place was rather peaceful and cozy, and that was truly an injustice that Hazama could not let go unpunished! A few heartless here and there really set off the mood and it was now time to watch about how those in this world of twilight would deal with such darkness.
Hazama casually walked around the rooftops without a care in the world, his thumbs rested inside their respective side’s pants pocket and his eyes closed in their usual state. His pace would soon come to a halt as he noticed the sound of fighting down below. Looking down from up above he noticed some weird green haired looking guy with some ugly rodent fighting off the heartless. Pulling out a knife he casually took a seat by the edge of the building ledge and tossed the knife over at one of the heartless. “Woosh!” Hazama said mimicking the sound of the knife speeding through the air as the knife flew downwards and pierced through one of the heartless, turning the being into a vapor of darkness.
“Hey there! Can’t have you dying so fast now!” Hazama said with a grin. “But hey! I shouldn't be giving handicaps! C’mon! weak shit like that shouldn’t be a problem!” Hazama said as he raised his hand and snapped his finger, causing more heartless to form. “There! No, no! no need to thank me my good sir!” Hazama said as he began to laugh. He just loved messing around with others for no reason.
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Post by Jak on Apr 15, 2016 23:35:33 GMT
Daxter stabbed a few of the heartless surrounding him and Jak when suddenly a knife went flying right by Jak and his head only to land straight into a heartless's body.
Jak wasn't getting distracted even when Hazuma called him and Daxter "weak" or was just implying it at them.
Daxter growled "Listen pal, we aren't weak... and what the hell are you doing killing your own enemy just like that?"!
Jak's eyes were too focused on taking out the heartless rather then following Daxter's insults toward the enemy from a distance.
Jak kept his eyes close and frowned "Dax, be careful. You never know what shit this guy could pull"
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Hazama
Heart of Darkness
PLAYED BY Yuuki Terumi
— "I may be a twisted son of a bitch, but that doesn't mean I don't have feelings!"
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Post by Hazama on Apr 19, 2016 4:08:40 GMT
Hazama listened to the words directed at him and raised his eyebrows a bit almost as if surprised, but the closed eyes and smile on his face contradicted this look of surprise. “Oh? The rodent can talk?” Hazama said before reaching into his jacket and pulled out a knife. “Well I you’re mistaken Mr.Flea Magent, see I wasn’t talking to those mindless and weak pieces of shit over there…nonono! That handicap that I gave then took away it was for you! I was referring to the heartless being weak” Hazama said cheerfully as he spun the knife with his fingers casually. “hmmm though upon further thought I guess the statement really can be sent to you two as well! Weak shit is weak shit after all” Hazama said as he grinned happily. There truly was no point in doing this at all, but he could hopefully at the very least ease some form of boredom somewhat. Heroes who fought so earnestly for peace in the world were usually the most ignorant. Hazama wondered whether this little do gooder actually knew some things and if he could take advantage of his ignorance. There were always secrets they held and Hazama was sometimes just too curious for his own good. The question was whether the duo before him was worth his attention or not. “C’mon! Dance a little! Here! Lemme help you!” Hazama said before chucking the knife at Jak.
No matter how many times that you told me you wanted to leave No matter how many breaths that you took, you still couldn't breathe No matter how many nights that you lie wide awake to the sound of poison rain Where did you go? Where did you go? Where did you go? As days go by, the night's on fire
"Tell me would you kill to save a life?"
Tell me would you kill to prove you're right? Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn This hurricane's chasing us all underground No matter how many deaths that I die I will never forget No matter how many lives that I live, I will never regret There is a fire inside of this heart And a riot about to explode into flames Where is your God? Where is your God? Where is your God?
Do you really want... Do you really want me? Do you really want me dead, Or alive to torture for my sins? Do you really want... Do you really want me? Do you really want me dead, Or alive to live a lie? Tell me would you kill to save a life? Tell me would you kill to prove you're right? Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn This hurricane's chasing us all underground
The promises we made were not enough (Never play the game again) The prayers that we have prayed were like a drug (Never gonna hit the air) The secrets that we sold were never known (Never sing a song for you) The love we had, the love we had, we had to let it go. (Never giving in again, Never giving in again) Tell me would you kill to save a life? Tell me would you kill to prove you're right? Crash, crash, burn, let it all burn This hurricane's chasing us all underground
Whoa Do you really want... Do you really want me? Do you really want me dead, Or alive to torture for my sins? Do you really want... Do you really want me? 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mess I leave To follow FRIENDS I’m wasted, losing time I’m a foolish, fragile spine I want all that is not mine I want him but we’re not right In the darkness I will meet my creators And they will all agree, that I’m a suffocator I should go now quietly For my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep Where all my layers can become reeds All my limbs can become trees All my children can become me What a mess I leave To follow ENEMIES I’m wasted, losing time I’m a foolish, fragile spine I want all that is not mine I want him but we’re not right In the darkness I will meet my creators And they will all agree, that I’m a suffocator I should go now quietly For my bones have found a place to lie down and sleep Where all my layers can become reeds All my limbs can become trees All my children can become me What a mess I leave To follow LOVERS I’m wasted, losing time I’m a foolish, fragile spine I want all that is not mine I want him but we’re not right In the darkness I will meet my 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Walther was doing most of the work, it was rather clear to anyone that was watching that this was the case, but Walther didn’t feel that way. To him, Osheen’s help, no matter how little or small it was, was truly something valuable to him. For Walther, he felt as though she had done as much work as Walther, if not even more. The small talk really helped make the whole activity a lot more casual and even fun.
When Osheen’s words about writing letters to each other popped up, Walther glanced over at the girl and raised an eyebrow at her, but once again turned towards his work nonchalantly, focusing his attention to it. Walther did his best to show her what she needed to do for her part. He didn’t want her standing around doing nothing and at the very least he wanted her to have some fun in this entire event. It wasn’t a matter of if they did amazing or not, but more so that they made something that the product of having fun...and at least something edible.
Walther normally had trouble dealing with girls for the most part, but he was surprised how well he was able to deal with Osheen. Perhaps it was because the good innocent and polite girls were easier for Walther to deal with, especially after having dealt with so many troublesome girls in the past. The determined look on her face made it so that Walther just wanted to make sure he did right and taught the girl correctly. As he continued to fold the batter, Walther glanced up at her and glanced at her as she spoke on, inquiring about him and his skills. “hmm? Nah, I teach physical education” Walther said as he couldn’t help but smirk a bit at her. “I’d love to have you in my class, but of course don’t think I’d go easy on you” Walther said.
“As for why I can bake well...I guess my little sisters enjoyed having sweets back then and I used to experiment with the kitchen. Back when I went to school here I used to be well...broke. I knew a lady that owned a café and I basically worked for her as a baker and I guess that’s where I honed my skills.” Walther said as he tapped the side of spatula on the bowel to try and get any excess batter off the spatula before placing the bowl on the nearby counter.
{"Memories: Cafe}It was a memory of his younger days, a young teen that always stood in the back. He hated to interact with others and it wasn’t something he was proud of. It wasn’t as if he disliked others, but more so it was just he couldn’t bring himself to. He could never find the words and the lack of those words always caused confusion and even misunderstandings. For Walther, he merely stood in the back, hidden and out of sight. For him, each time he entered work, it was only the kitchen he knew. Combine ingredients, bake and send out, that was all he really knew at that time. It was his job and it was a job he did. How much did those customers like his items? Did they scorn it? Hate it? Despise it? He never knew, and he never interacted with them to ever find out. Perhaps it was because he held no pride in his work, merely sending out what was asked of him and nothing more.
It was one day that Walther knew he just couldn’t half ass it. It wasn’t asked of him, not from his boss or from the demands of a customer, but instead it was just simply of his own will. His mother’s birthday was something that he held dear to his heart, and if he was going to bake, he would do so to honor her. He put his heart for once into his creations and when the time came to close and the day was done, Walther was handed a note from his manager.
A simple complement can change a person’s perspective. Walther’s eyes could only stare on at the note, each letter engraved into his mind. It wasn’t anything grand or remarkable, it was merely a simple note that stated his dessert was good, but it meant a lot to the male. A warmth filled his chest and his cold eyes turned soft. He underestimated the feeling, but to know that there was one who liked what he made, to know that they enjoyed what he put his heart into, it brought forth a feeling of accomplishment and joy.
The only thing he knew about this customer was that his coworkers called her the “blue cutie” and they were adamant about hooking Walther up with her (and other girls that came along). Walther rarely ever did leave his kitchen, but for him, there was a new found pride in his work that the male found.
To think that she would change his life so much...
“I own the place now so if you ever are around town stop by the Stardust Café and I’ll be sure to treat you to something” Walther said giving her a smile before turning to the counter and continued to clean off his spatula, prepping it for the next bowl. “Say kid, you said something about write letters earlier right? to be honest that doesn’t sound half bad” Walther said as he continued to clean his spatula until it was good and clean“Its bit old fashioned but it sounds fun, let’s give it a shot.” Walther said before glancing over his shoulder and glanced at her with a smile.
“We’re friends aren’t we? I guess that’s something friends do and all...” Walther said. He said it so calmly, a casualness that sort of fit his usual calm demeanor, but he felt a warmth inside of himself, and it felt rather nice. He didn’t see what was so wrong with them being friends and he felt there shouldn’t really be anything really wrong. He wasn’t going to go hanging out with the girl like usual teens gathering up, but to be able to have someone to talk to, to talk more than just studies or just have someone to laugh with...if she wanted someone like that and they wanted it to be him, well he’d at the very least give it a shot.
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