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MC21.1: CoronationJanuary 22, 2010. For once the rain had stopped in The World that Never Was. Tonight was the perfect night for a celebration. The central base of the Espionage Entourage, Memory's Skyscraper, served as the perfect spot. Every one of its eight members had their individual parts suited to their talents, whether it was security detail, working the refreshments booth, or preparing the front porch for the entertainment. There were quite a few Nobody guests already of all shapes, styles, and backgrounds gathered into the courtyard before the Skyscraper.Six others stood at its top, looking down on the party. "The kid sure knows how to attract 'em," Xigbar said to the rest."Well, it is no wonder," Zexion cut in. "His reach is far and quite diverse.""Or should you say his little 'Entourage' is," Vexen corrected him. "Being a part of no less than seven different groups of Nobodies scattered about th
FJ8: Rough Sailing StartJanuary 21, 2010. The tournament of Nobodies started two days ago. After an unfortunate prank that my associate pulled on me, I found myself in the Advanced section of competition. I still thank my lucky stars that the Tournament was deemed "kill-free" at the expense of a war. Not that that would have alarmed me, but it helped to steel my nerves (although slightly). I was not, however, amused to learn that my main advantage (the hidden arsenal my element yielded) was stripped from me by the rules of the tournament. All I was left with was my knife, my element, and my wits. At least my Keyblader opponent was prevented from using anything other than his main weapon as well (curse him for having a tangible element).I at least "came upon" the information on my opponent beforehand. His name was Ewey Kingston, a sea captain of some sort, number thirteen of something
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KFR2: ReminisceThe world was once again a different place from what he had known. Even the small room he had been shown and told was his made him feel out of place. It was a natural reaction to be sure, especially one of his time period. At least he wasn't the only one from the past to have been relocated here. Over half of the members of this band known as the Espionage Entourage came from worlds less "advanced" than this one: pirates, most of them were, but at least they were more on level with him than the leader, the only "modern" one in the group. Looking out from the window of his room, he beheld the seemingly endless night and cloudy skies. Rain fell like a limitless supply of teardrops onto the gigantic buildings comprising the city. Having nothing ever going on in this city, even one more majestic than Rome, must have bored the gods of this world to tears. Their boredom matched his, but even h
Rynxethak Basic InfoBasic Info Name: Rynexethak Nicknames: Quinn, Wren, Spikes, Space Whore Proof of Existence: The Double-Dealing Wench Elemental / Power: Chain of Memories Cards Age: 21 Birthday: January 21, 1988 Gender: Female Race: Nobody Occupation: Gambler, Concubine, Agent Weaponry: Asian-themedWeapon: wields multiple weapons, but her main ones are her double-bladed sicklesOther Weapons: Naginata Cards Steel FanFighting Style: An unorthodox fighter, to say the very least. She doesn't follow one particular style, instead attacking her opponent in a playful manner to incite infuriation or using more seductive measures to throw off their game. Against a more level-headed opponent, she fights more conservatively and attempts to disarm and shut down her opponent as quick
FJ7: Nothing's CallIt was another chilly evening, Old Man Winter starting to find his biting teeth. The winter winds left the lamps dark and the streets abandoned at that time of night, but the premiere bakery of the town was still as alive as when it first awoke for the day. Business wasn't concluded yet. Baked goods flew off the shelves faster than wild birds. The air was as alive with sound as it was vibrant with the delicious smells of pies and cakes. Customers constantly chatting with each other or with the head waitress nearly packed the brightly-lit place. Only one table was silent, one far away from the counter. Its sole resident wasn't the one for listening to constant pick-up lines and proposals to the so-called gorgeous one. His mind was on other things entirely. An out-of-town newspaper sat neatly folded on the seat next to him, its contents buzzing around in his brain. Even so, his