For reference: edensphere application
PLAYER INFO
NAME: Blue
LJ: scytheweasel
AGE: Fourteen. Fifteen on the 26th. Just... I assume this info won't be available to the general public. X_X I'm not exactly keen on stating my age over the internet.
CONTACT: blackleopard94@hotmail.com
LOCATION/TIME ZONE: West Coast USA
CURRENT CHARACTERS, if any: N/A
CHARACTER INFO
CHARACTER NAME: Sho Minamimoto
SERIES: The World Ends With You
RESERVED: Y
WISHLIST: N
PERSONALITY: The easiest things to call Minamimoto are along the lines of "eccentric," "oddball," some would be straightforward and say "mad genius." He's highly intelligent and a mathematical conundrum, putting it in terms he might like, as quirky as he is clever, and it's not rare that he makes those two traits seem like one and the same.
For one thing, he's a math whiz who litters his speech with mathematical euphemisms (often in place of curse words - "You zetta sonova digit! What the factor's wrong with you, hectopascal?!"), someone who insists on keeping to himself and playing by his own rules and yet is narcissistic enough to be at times an attention seeker, and a warped kind of cynic fascinated with art and beauty he views as practically nonexistant in a "garbage" world that can only make artificial strivings at it, spending much of his spare time on his own bizarre brand of arts and crafts, making peculiar sculptures out of scrap metal (often towers on which he later lounges) as a reflection of his views.
A loner and bit of a loose cannon, Minamimoto is unpredictable in mood and action, difficult to understand or interpret, nor does he care to explain himself or hide one of the few things that?is?obvious about him - he usually acts as if he's up to something. He's more ambitious than his lazy tendencies would suggest, as well as being arrogant and cocky. On yet another hand, he's more passionate than he seems, but simply on his own terms about things he actually feels engaged in, apathetic about anything else, and there's little he seems to take seriously, with a detached, casual nature unless his interest is piqued, and he seems to exhibit a short attention span - he can't stand lack of stimulation for long. He can't help letting emotions like frustration, excitement, even embarrassment show in his own "unique" way, and his temper (or at least his capacity to be agitated) is notably short.
At the risk of making myself sound even more ridiculous, as far as anyone can tell Minamimoto is a quirky one who is happiest in his own little world of numbers and visions of beauty, moving to the beat of his own drum - and doesn't have much patience for that beat being interrupted.
TIMELINE: Post-defeat at the hands of the Composer.
BACKGROUND: At some point, Minamimoto was a living human, making his home in Shibuya in Japan.
Pretty much nothing is known (or at least given) about that period. It's likely that even he doesn't care.
What is known is that he sure ain't anymore. He died for some reason or another, and ascended to the ranks of Shibuya's own local squad of shinigami, a.k.a. Reapers, whose jobs are to handle the souls of the dead, keep control over negative energy spirits called Noise, and carry out the will and orders of the Composer, a Composer being a given small area (such as a city)'s own personal God.
He was certainly a valuable member. He had the temperament for what most of his work entailed as well as the brains for most anything he was assigned to and knack for the powers that came with being one of many death gods. His unusual ability was reflected in his Reaper Wings - there are two overlapping planes to the world, one called the Real Ground, inhabited by the living on which spirits are invisible except for Reapers, who can turn themselves visible or invisible at will. But on the Underground, the plane spirits exist on, the Reapers also have wings that are symbols of their supernatural power.
While most have two, Minamimoto had six - three pairs.
That power and intelligence allowed him to rapidly advance through his career as a Reaper - he was noted for being a prodigy, in fact, apparently the youngest Reaper to ever rise to Officer status, the highest tier within the job not counting Game Master (which even then are selected from Officers as appropriate for a given round of a Reaper's Game, details to come) or the extremely prestigious and exclusive position of Conductor, right-hand man to the Composer. He was noted for being good at pretty much everything but cooperating and motivation, well-respected (if grudgingly for some, seeing as he was always less than easy to get along with). Being an Officer wasn't too bad, either. Of all classes of Reaper, they had the most free time. They didn't enter the city on business often, but it all suited Minamimoto just fine. Plenty of time to perfect techniques, complete his "art" projects, and just screw around.
But he wasn't actually satisfied with this afterlife.
He wanted to be Composer, something important and ultimately powerful, able to extend his assets and "artistic" ability even further - the entirety of Shibuya would be his to shape as he saw fit into something beautiful. He was capable of doing it, with his brilliance. It'd be good for everyone, would it not Especially himself, of course. Not only would it grant him authority, it would grant him freedom - he could do whatever he pleased when not managing Shibuya, and he wouldn't have anyone to stop him.
Luckily, he found someone to help him in his endeavors, Sanae Hanekoma, who was in fact from the higher level of undead politics and business, an Angel. As it turned out, over time the current Composer had been losing faith in the city, in its depth, its morals, and its people, and was planning to destroy it. To become Composer, one must erase (permanently re-kill) whoever is in the position, and apparently, Hanekoma would rather see Shibuya's dead if it saved the city.
Minamimoto discovered the Composer in the form he took while on the Real Ground, that of a fifteen-year-old boy calling himself Yoshiya "Joshua" Kiryu, and decided that's be the best form to confront him in. Several times, he tried to kill him, only to be forced to retreat by Joshua's extent of ability as a god figure.
One of these attempts begins the game's story.
One day, a teenage boy named Neku Sakuraba was standing before a mural in the Udagawa district when another boy, this one frantic-looking and carrying a gun, ran past, stopping in front of him, aiming his weapon, and firing.
The bullet hit its target, who was standing behind Neku - Minamimoto, who had been the reason the strange boy, in fact Joshua, had been running.?
It struck his right shoulder. In spite of it, he raised his own gun and emptied it at Joshua who froze the bullets in midair.
Minamimoto knew that he was going to have to retreat yet again and made a run for it.
Shortly after he was gone, Joshua shot the very dazed-by-the-whole-gunfight-thing Neku and killed him.
Very briefly after that, Neku found himself forced to enter Shibuya's Reaper's Game - a sort of contest in which over a seven-day period, the souls of the recently dead (referred to as Players upon their entry) must complete tasks assigned to them via text message, one new one each day, by local Reapers or face erasure. The one Player who gives the best performance at the week's end is allowed to come back to life. The true purpose behind it is for higher undead to gauge the character and worth of the people within the area of the specific Game and among the Reapers in charge of said area, one is chosen to facilitate it, the one to hand out missions and the one to challenge Players directly on day seven.
When Game Master Yodai Higashizawa was erased by the players he fought at the end of the round, Minamimoto was appointed to be the new Game Master for the next one
Conveniently enough, he found that this week, the Composer had decided to play, teaming up with Neku, the exact purpose he'd killed him for. And he obsessed over that fact. He'd started to neglect his Game Master job, completely forgetting all about sending out missions or coming out of his status as a sort-of recluse for meetings with the Conductor in favor of keeping a close eye on Joshua, making plans on how to get him with this convenient opportunity. After all, Joshua was again confined to his Real Ground form, and this time, he would have to keep his power level in check to hide his identity from anyone who didn't need to know it.
He didn't care if those plans broke the rules.
He began creating Taboo Noise, stronger and nastier noise who attacked souls indiscriminately, not obeying any Reaper's commands - except his. Taboo Noise are, as their name implies, taboo. Strictly forbidden from being created by Reapers, dangerous even to them.
In order to defeat a particularly problematic one that sure enough did encounter him, Joshua had to briefly switch his normal capabilities back on and eliminate it with an energy beam.
This didn't expose his true identity, somehow, but it did expose him as unlike the other Players and an illegal participant in the Game. Though it would cause him a bit of a hassle, it probably wouldn't get him killed. And obviously, the Taboo Noise weren't going to work, either.
Minamimoto hadn't nearly given up yet.
He was planning to confront the Composer yet again, and this time, he would use the most devastating attack in his inventory on him. A one-use suicide one. He had that covered as well; Hanekoma had taught him how to create not only Taboo Noise but something called a Taboo Noise Refinery Sigil - which, if constructed correctly, he could use to revive himself from erasure as a Taboo himself, making him more powerful than ever.
He was seen by fellow Reapers as he created the Sigil, which confirmed suspicions his behavior throughout the weak was earning him and got him reported as a menace for breaking Reaper laws - it didn't matter. He was way past the Reapers now. From here, it was to the Composer, no turning back.
His opportunity finally came at the end of the week. Joshua and Neku, the only Players this round that hadn't been erased, were told to seek out the Game Master and fight him, just as it would've been at the end of any other week. Only he wasn't the one who had given out the assignment. Megumi Kitaniji, the Conductor, actually was, using it as an excuse to have him executed, so to speak. Of course, it just made things all the quicker for Minamimoto. If they hadn't come to fight him, he would've gone looking for them.
They beat him in direct battle, and before they could have him erased, he retaliated with a Level i Flare - a massive nuke. Joshua managed to get Neku out of its way and take the brunt of the explosion. As Minamimoto partly anticipated, it didn't kill him - he shifted to an alternate dimension before it could damage him.
One week later, he emerged from the Sigil successfully (thanks again to Hanekoma, who it turns out had fixed major flaws the brash younger spirit had made in it) and was ready to truly end his fight to become Composer.
He made his way to Shibuya River, a mostly unknown river running through a tunnel somewhere under the city. The entrance was blocked off by the Conductor, but Minamimoto found himself able to tear down the barricade easily with the enhanced strength among other things his new Taboo status gave him.
With said barricade down, Neku alongside his new partner for the game, an ex-Reaper called Beat, could follow him close behind. As it turned out, Beat was looking to become Composer as well, his reason being that he wanted to bring back his sister who had been erased while the two of them were Players together. Before a fight could ensue, the three were joined by another Reaper Officer named Mitsuki Konishi who offered to handle the Players, promising that she would help Minamimoto as long as he would make her his Conductor after achieving his goal. He had no reason to refuse, and so he carried on.
At the end of the river, he finally met Joshua yet again, who... thought that enough was enough and crushed him - quite literally - with minimal effort.
As spirits typically fade away when erased but Neku and Beat, after erasing Konishi, found a body left behind as they proceeded through the tunnel, it's actually not for certain whether or not Minamimoto was in fact still alive. (Or undead. These terms get a little confusing when you're referring to ghost characters.)
But whether he was alive or not won't change anything if he wakes up in Edensphere remembering none of this.
ABILITIES:
- STATIC -
Mathematics Mastery - His knack for numbers. He wouldn't be the same without it.
- UNLOCKABLE -
...I was thinking of having them tiered, if that's a'ight. Not only will he regain his powers, he'll regain his wings, pair by pair, and with each pair he regains, he can unlock particular abilities. For specific abilities, though, unless it's fine doing otherwise I'll be sure to make a "Permission to activate (insert power here)?" post on the Plotting section.
Wings (Pair 1) - Reaper wings. Along with them will come with two basic shinigami abilities, the ability to shift between a Real Ground and Underground and flight in the latter ground, and they'll grant availability to Noise Summoning and Flares.
Noise Summoning - The ability to cause Noise, animal-shaped spirits who feed off and encourage negative emotions, to appear working something like this - he could summon anything from one particularly tough Noise (such as a rhino) at once or four weak ones (such as frogs or crabs).
Flare - Shooting flares of psychic energy, typically exerted through his arm. They can fire directly, fan out, or burst in a circle.
Wings (Pair 2) - Reaper wings again. They'll grant availability to Taboo Noise Summoning and Leo Cantus.
Taboo Noise Summoning - Self explanatory - his ability to summon Noise extends to his mastery of Taboo Noise, which are physically stronger and able to take hits longer than their usual counterparts. They tend to resemble regular noise colored monochrome, mostly black. Beatable much more quickly by two people fighting them together, attacking in tandem until they build up a rhythm that the Noise seem to have a strange weakness when faced with.
Leo Cantus - Minamimoto's beast form - every Reaper has the ability to become a Noise at will, saved for serious combat. This one is triggered by absorbing summoned Taboo Noise. As Leo Cantus, Minamimoto is a gigantic bipedal black Taboo lion, quick-moving and focusing on physical attacks.
Wings (Pair 3) - His final pair of Reaper wings, granting availability to the Level i Flare and the Taboo Noise Refinery Sigil.
Level i Flare - A massive nuke, triggered by reciting pi to a hundred and fifty places in close succession. Effective, but indiscriminate between foes and allies, not to mention suicidal.
Taboo Noise Refinery Sigil - Should Minamimoto die, this will bring him back upgraded. Triggered by a Hanekoma who has memory of the thing himself arriving in Edensphere, thus far decreasing the likelihood of getting to this stage and meaning he probably won't dare using the Level i Flare. It wouldn't work without him, anyway, since Minamimoto never knew how to get the thing right.
GAME INFO
EDENSPHERE NAME: Tybalt
BIRTHDAY LOG: In amnesiac fishbowl, crystals mine you. Sure~ I'd love to have that as a way to get things off a little more smoothly.
DREAM:?There was nothing until he woke.
After it, there was still nothing - but it was still different, a sudden change from empty static to black, then from there to stark blinding white.
But it was enough to let him know that he had indeed woken.
Just as he'd hoped.
He wasn't alone in the white space - all around him were numbers, hard black, spinning through the air like swarms of black insects.
Watching them, he felt a thrill of impatient anticipation.
And as if they sensed that feeling
(why wouldn't they? All the world was made of numbers, and he was their master - all the information, the makeup and matter and power and very essence of the world, his to manipulate, as it would, as it should be, and as it purely would be when he got out of here)
their spinning further quickened, a blurred black tunnel spiraling all around him, and then started to close in on him, shrinking that tunnel, closer, closer, closer until they finally made contact with the being in their midst, burning where they touched.
He cringed as it began... but quickly relaxed.
It wasn't a painful burn at all. Well, actually, yes, there was some pain involved, but still... it felt good. As more numbers connected, he could feel that burn spreading - cleansing, invigorating, searing him and infusing him with a new viciously burning energy and vitality...
These numbers were his equivalent of phoenix flame.
And once they'd burned to an exhilarating intensity to the point that the body of the creature they swarmed over couldn't hold any more of this newfound and regenerating power, they continued the transfer, the excess building up in its purest form on his back into, in fact, a wing, then another, then another.
They weren't through until there were six.
Then they finally broke away.
He was ready to come back.
But where was the way out?
He was overwhelmed by another feeling now - restlessness, pent adrenaline and the impatience now from knowing this process he'd waited to get through was nearly over, multiplied by his regained power, coursing through him without an outlet.
His six wings folded around him.
Then they erupted into flight in a burst, enough of a burst to break himself through the whiteness like a brittle glass wall, shattering around him without him flinching for a moment, still flying forward like a bullet.
He shot into the sky, his head thrown up in a breathless roar, blinded by the pure rush of this moment, the feeling of victory from his six wings pounding until they finally had room to stretch, the brilliant cool of air in his lungs for the first time in days.
He was suspended in the air for a moment before he finally hit solid concrete ground on all fours.
He was a lion - a massive, lithe, powerful lion of shadow and bone, standing before the old, discarded feline skull he'd just emerged from and perched atop a towering throne of steel.
The lion scanned the sprawling metal city below him - shadows of other creatures passed, unaware, barely worth a notice, lit in neon. What his eyes lingered on were other assorted animal skulls all about, hanging in the air.
One by one, more shadow-and-bone creatures emerged. Frogs, kangaroos, wolves, even porcupines drifted up from the yawning skulls of their kind, their faces turned up to the top of the tower. And they began to cry out up to hin their various animal voices - like they were singing the praise of a king.
He was that king.
These were just the beginnings of his subjects.
Again, he held his head up in the sky, basking in their idolatry and the triumph of living again...
And he realized the moon was gone.
Almost desperately, he searched the sky for it, stopping instantly when he saw it sinking to the horizon.
He couldn't move yet. Instead, he continued to watch it set until he got what he wanted - the sight of where it retreated to, a tunnel below the city.
With a roar, the beast king bounded from his throne with his claws out, tearing into the very concrete he landed on and tearing forward, straight for the tunnel the moon had disappeared to.
He found that tunnel, all right, a shallow stream running into it and a snake skeleton across it like a gate. One blow from a heavy paw scattered it into individual vertebrae, unable to stop his entry, taking off blindly into the tunnel and along the stream.
Two humans then stood in his path. He had just begun to raise his claws again when a tigress appeared from the dark and leaped before the boys before turning her head over her shoulder and nodding to him. Go on.
His fangs flashed in a grin as he proceeded to his prey.
He crept ahead, leaving the tigress and hers behind, into a dark chamber, low to the ground, every muscle tensed to pounce.
With this final battle, all that he had prepared for up to this point... he truly would be king.
Nothing higher than him, nothing outshining him.
White light began to spread across the floor.
Time to make the moon drop.
With a roar, he hurled himself forward...
And the last thing he felt were his bones being crushed by the pieces of steel that had been his tower minutes ago, rebuilding it in an avalanche on top of him as the moon smiled down at him for the millionth and final time before there was, again, nothing.
JOURNAL SAMPLE:
Attention!
Introducing 1 of Edensphere's latest inhabitants: ME.
Name's Tybalt. ;P
I was just - you know - "born" not 2 long ago at all and trying this out.
So, anyone seeing this? Can you seriously see someone's writing as soon as they put ink to paper? Seems kind of invasive. But handy. Guess I could always find myself a notebook or something in that plane that isn't magically hooked up to everyone else's.
I've gotta find some excuse 2 get out of this temporary housing place, anyway. It's so zetta DULL here. My room's dull (thank?∞?it's a temporary place), the building's dull, everyone here is dull. Seriously, nobody's so much as wanted to talk at this point. Not so much as a "Welcome~!" from anyone but that guide. But hey, fine by me. Think I'll be happy getting adjusted on my own~
Except 4 the whole "bored out of my factoring vector" thing.
But hey, now that I'm on that quadrant and everyone's looking, what does everyone else recommend? How did everyone else here entertain themselves when they hardly had a yoctogram of anything 2 work with?
((OOC: This set of handwriting is neat, but a bit angular and stylized. Almost like the font in which you'd see something written next to a scribble on a public wall. In places it's been darkened and underlined with a "LOOK. AT. MY. WRITING. NOW!" vengeance and wherever easily possible, words have been abbreviated into numbers.))
ASPIRATIONS: I think I'll just roll with it for now and see how everything starts going. This is my first try, after all. I'd like to see how things start going.
NAME: Blue
LJ: scytheweasel
AGE: Fourteen. Fifteen on the 26th. Just... I assume this info won't be available to the general public. X_X I'm not exactly keen on stating my age over the internet.
CONTACT: blackleopard94@hotmail.com
LOCATION/TIME ZONE: West Coast USA
CURRENT CHARACTERS, if any: N/A
CHARACTER INFO
CHARACTER NAME: Sho Minamimoto
SERIES: The World Ends With You
RESERVED: Y
WISHLIST: N
PERSONALITY: The easiest things to call Minamimoto are along the lines of "eccentric," "oddball," some would be straightforward and say "mad genius." He's highly intelligent and a mathematical conundrum, putting it in terms he might like, as quirky as he is clever, and it's not rare that he makes those two traits seem like one and the same.
For one thing, he's a math whiz who litters his speech with mathematical euphemisms (often in place of curse words - "You zetta sonova digit! What the factor's wrong with you, hectopascal?!"), someone who insists on keeping to himself and playing by his own rules and yet is narcissistic enough to be at times an attention seeker, and a warped kind of cynic fascinated with art and beauty he views as practically nonexistant in a "garbage" world that can only make artificial strivings at it, spending much of his spare time on his own bizarre brand of arts and crafts, making peculiar sculptures out of scrap metal (often towers on which he later lounges) as a reflection of his views.
A loner and bit of a loose cannon, Minamimoto is unpredictable in mood and action, difficult to understand or interpret, nor does he care to explain himself or hide one of the few things that?is?obvious about him - he usually acts as if he's up to something. He's more ambitious than his lazy tendencies would suggest, as well as being arrogant and cocky. On yet another hand, he's more passionate than he seems, but simply on his own terms about things he actually feels engaged in, apathetic about anything else, and there's little he seems to take seriously, with a detached, casual nature unless his interest is piqued, and he seems to exhibit a short attention span - he can't stand lack of stimulation for long. He can't help letting emotions like frustration, excitement, even embarrassment show in his own "unique" way, and his temper (or at least his capacity to be agitated) is notably short.
At the risk of making myself sound even more ridiculous, as far as anyone can tell Minamimoto is a quirky one who is happiest in his own little world of numbers and visions of beauty, moving to the beat of his own drum - and doesn't have much patience for that beat being interrupted.
TIMELINE: Post-defeat at the hands of the Composer.
BACKGROUND: At some point, Minamimoto was a living human, making his home in Shibuya in Japan.
Pretty much nothing is known (or at least given) about that period. It's likely that even he doesn't care.
What is known is that he sure ain't anymore. He died for some reason or another, and ascended to the ranks of Shibuya's own local squad of shinigami, a.k.a. Reapers, whose jobs are to handle the souls of the dead, keep control over negative energy spirits called Noise, and carry out the will and orders of the Composer, a Composer being a given small area (such as a city)'s own personal God.
He was certainly a valuable member. He had the temperament for what most of his work entailed as well as the brains for most anything he was assigned to and knack for the powers that came with being one of many death gods. His unusual ability was reflected in his Reaper Wings - there are two overlapping planes to the world, one called the Real Ground, inhabited by the living on which spirits are invisible except for Reapers, who can turn themselves visible or invisible at will. But on the Underground, the plane spirits exist on, the Reapers also have wings that are symbols of their supernatural power.
While most have two, Minamimoto had six - three pairs.
That power and intelligence allowed him to rapidly advance through his career as a Reaper - he was noted for being a prodigy, in fact, apparently the youngest Reaper to ever rise to Officer status, the highest tier within the job not counting Game Master (which even then are selected from Officers as appropriate for a given round of a Reaper's Game, details to come) or the extremely prestigious and exclusive position of Conductor, right-hand man to the Composer. He was noted for being good at pretty much everything but cooperating and motivation, well-respected (if grudgingly for some, seeing as he was always less than easy to get along with). Being an Officer wasn't too bad, either. Of all classes of Reaper, they had the most free time. They didn't enter the city on business often, but it all suited Minamimoto just fine. Plenty of time to perfect techniques, complete his "art" projects, and just screw around.
But he wasn't actually satisfied with this afterlife.
He wanted to be Composer, something important and ultimately powerful, able to extend his assets and "artistic" ability even further - the entirety of Shibuya would be his to shape as he saw fit into something beautiful. He was capable of doing it, with his brilliance. It'd be good for everyone, would it not Especially himself, of course. Not only would it grant him authority, it would grant him freedom - he could do whatever he pleased when not managing Shibuya, and he wouldn't have anyone to stop him.
Luckily, he found someone to help him in his endeavors, Sanae Hanekoma, who was in fact from the higher level of undead politics and business, an Angel. As it turned out, over time the current Composer had been losing faith in the city, in its depth, its morals, and its people, and was planning to destroy it. To become Composer, one must erase (permanently re-kill) whoever is in the position, and apparently, Hanekoma would rather see Shibuya's dead if it saved the city.
Minamimoto discovered the Composer in the form he took while on the Real Ground, that of a fifteen-year-old boy calling himself Yoshiya "Joshua" Kiryu, and decided that's be the best form to confront him in. Several times, he tried to kill him, only to be forced to retreat by Joshua's extent of ability as a god figure.
One of these attempts begins the game's story.
One day, a teenage boy named Neku Sakuraba was standing before a mural in the Udagawa district when another boy, this one frantic-looking and carrying a gun, ran past, stopping in front of him, aiming his weapon, and firing.
The bullet hit its target, who was standing behind Neku - Minamimoto, who had been the reason the strange boy, in fact Joshua, had been running.?
It struck his right shoulder. In spite of it, he raised his own gun and emptied it at Joshua who froze the bullets in midair.
Minamimoto knew that he was going to have to retreat yet again and made a run for it.
Shortly after he was gone, Joshua shot the very dazed-by-the-whole-gunfight-thing Neku and killed him.
Very briefly after that, Neku found himself forced to enter Shibuya's Reaper's Game - a sort of contest in which over a seven-day period, the souls of the recently dead (referred to as Players upon their entry) must complete tasks assigned to them via text message, one new one each day, by local Reapers or face erasure. The one Player who gives the best performance at the week's end is allowed to come back to life. The true purpose behind it is for higher undead to gauge the character and worth of the people within the area of the specific Game and among the Reapers in charge of said area, one is chosen to facilitate it, the one to hand out missions and the one to challenge Players directly on day seven.
When Game Master Yodai Higashizawa was erased by the players he fought at the end of the round, Minamimoto was appointed to be the new Game Master for the next one
Conveniently enough, he found that this week, the Composer had decided to play, teaming up with Neku, the exact purpose he'd killed him for. And he obsessed over that fact. He'd started to neglect his Game Master job, completely forgetting all about sending out missions or coming out of his status as a sort-of recluse for meetings with the Conductor in favor of keeping a close eye on Joshua, making plans on how to get him with this convenient opportunity. After all, Joshua was again confined to his Real Ground form, and this time, he would have to keep his power level in check to hide his identity from anyone who didn't need to know it.
He didn't care if those plans broke the rules.
He began creating Taboo Noise, stronger and nastier noise who attacked souls indiscriminately, not obeying any Reaper's commands - except his. Taboo Noise are, as their name implies, taboo. Strictly forbidden from being created by Reapers, dangerous even to them.
In order to defeat a particularly problematic one that sure enough did encounter him, Joshua had to briefly switch his normal capabilities back on and eliminate it with an energy beam.
This didn't expose his true identity, somehow, but it did expose him as unlike the other Players and an illegal participant in the Game. Though it would cause him a bit of a hassle, it probably wouldn't get him killed. And obviously, the Taboo Noise weren't going to work, either.
Minamimoto hadn't nearly given up yet.
He was planning to confront the Composer yet again, and this time, he would use the most devastating attack in his inventory on him. A one-use suicide one. He had that covered as well; Hanekoma had taught him how to create not only Taboo Noise but something called a Taboo Noise Refinery Sigil - which, if constructed correctly, he could use to revive himself from erasure as a Taboo himself, making him more powerful than ever.
He was seen by fellow Reapers as he created the Sigil, which confirmed suspicions his behavior throughout the weak was earning him and got him reported as a menace for breaking Reaper laws - it didn't matter. He was way past the Reapers now. From here, it was to the Composer, no turning back.
His opportunity finally came at the end of the week. Joshua and Neku, the only Players this round that hadn't been erased, were told to seek out the Game Master and fight him, just as it would've been at the end of any other week. Only he wasn't the one who had given out the assignment. Megumi Kitaniji, the Conductor, actually was, using it as an excuse to have him executed, so to speak. Of course, it just made things all the quicker for Minamimoto. If they hadn't come to fight him, he would've gone looking for them.
They beat him in direct battle, and before they could have him erased, he retaliated with a Level i Flare - a massive nuke. Joshua managed to get Neku out of its way and take the brunt of the explosion. As Minamimoto partly anticipated, it didn't kill him - he shifted to an alternate dimension before it could damage him.
One week later, he emerged from the Sigil successfully (thanks again to Hanekoma, who it turns out had fixed major flaws the brash younger spirit had made in it) and was ready to truly end his fight to become Composer.
He made his way to Shibuya River, a mostly unknown river running through a tunnel somewhere under the city. The entrance was blocked off by the Conductor, but Minamimoto found himself able to tear down the barricade easily with the enhanced strength among other things his new Taboo status gave him.
With said barricade down, Neku alongside his new partner for the game, an ex-Reaper called Beat, could follow him close behind. As it turned out, Beat was looking to become Composer as well, his reason being that he wanted to bring back his sister who had been erased while the two of them were Players together. Before a fight could ensue, the three were joined by another Reaper Officer named Mitsuki Konishi who offered to handle the Players, promising that she would help Minamimoto as long as he would make her his Conductor after achieving his goal. He had no reason to refuse, and so he carried on.
At the end of the river, he finally met Joshua yet again, who... thought that enough was enough and crushed him - quite literally - with minimal effort.
As spirits typically fade away when erased but Neku and Beat, after erasing Konishi, found a body left behind as they proceeded through the tunnel, it's actually not for certain whether or not Minamimoto was in fact still alive. (Or undead. These terms get a little confusing when you're referring to ghost characters.)
But whether he was alive or not won't change anything if he wakes up in Edensphere remembering none of this.
ABILITIES:
- STATIC -
Mathematics Mastery - His knack for numbers. He wouldn't be the same without it.
- UNLOCKABLE -
...I was thinking of having them tiered, if that's a'ight. Not only will he regain his powers, he'll regain his wings, pair by pair, and with each pair he regains, he can unlock particular abilities. For specific abilities, though, unless it's fine doing otherwise I'll be sure to make a "Permission to activate (insert power here)?" post on the Plotting section.
Wings (Pair 1) - Reaper wings. Along with them will come with two basic shinigami abilities, the ability to shift between a Real Ground and Underground and flight in the latter ground, and they'll grant availability to Noise Summoning and Flares.
Noise Summoning - The ability to cause Noise, animal-shaped spirits who feed off and encourage negative emotions, to appear working something like this - he could summon anything from one particularly tough Noise (such as a rhino) at once or four weak ones (such as frogs or crabs).
Flare - Shooting flares of psychic energy, typically exerted through his arm. They can fire directly, fan out, or burst in a circle.
Wings (Pair 2) - Reaper wings again. They'll grant availability to Taboo Noise Summoning and Leo Cantus.
Taboo Noise Summoning - Self explanatory - his ability to summon Noise extends to his mastery of Taboo Noise, which are physically stronger and able to take hits longer than their usual counterparts. They tend to resemble regular noise colored monochrome, mostly black. Beatable much more quickly by two people fighting them together, attacking in tandem until they build up a rhythm that the Noise seem to have a strange weakness when faced with.
Leo Cantus - Minamimoto's beast form - every Reaper has the ability to become a Noise at will, saved for serious combat. This one is triggered by absorbing summoned Taboo Noise. As Leo Cantus, Minamimoto is a gigantic bipedal black Taboo lion, quick-moving and focusing on physical attacks.
Wings (Pair 3) - His final pair of Reaper wings, granting availability to the Level i Flare and the Taboo Noise Refinery Sigil.
Level i Flare - A massive nuke, triggered by reciting pi to a hundred and fifty places in close succession. Effective, but indiscriminate between foes and allies, not to mention suicidal.
Taboo Noise Refinery Sigil - Should Minamimoto die, this will bring him back upgraded. Triggered by a Hanekoma who has memory of the thing himself arriving in Edensphere, thus far decreasing the likelihood of getting to this stage and meaning he probably won't dare using the Level i Flare. It wouldn't work without him, anyway, since Minamimoto never knew how to get the thing right.
GAME INFO
EDENSPHERE NAME: Tybalt
BIRTHDAY LOG: In amnesiac fishbowl, crystals mine you. Sure~ I'd love to have that as a way to get things off a little more smoothly.
DREAM:?There was nothing until he woke.
After it, there was still nothing - but it was still different, a sudden change from empty static to black, then from there to stark blinding white.
But it was enough to let him know that he had indeed woken.
Just as he'd hoped.
He wasn't alone in the white space - all around him were numbers, hard black, spinning through the air like swarms of black insects.
Watching them, he felt a thrill of impatient anticipation.
And as if they sensed that feeling
(why wouldn't they? All the world was made of numbers, and he was their master - all the information, the makeup and matter and power and very essence of the world, his to manipulate, as it would, as it should be, and as it purely would be when he got out of here)
their spinning further quickened, a blurred black tunnel spiraling all around him, and then started to close in on him, shrinking that tunnel, closer, closer, closer until they finally made contact with the being in their midst, burning where they touched.
He cringed as it began... but quickly relaxed.
It wasn't a painful burn at all. Well, actually, yes, there was some pain involved, but still... it felt good. As more numbers connected, he could feel that burn spreading - cleansing, invigorating, searing him and infusing him with a new viciously burning energy and vitality...
These numbers were his equivalent of phoenix flame.
And once they'd burned to an exhilarating intensity to the point that the body of the creature they swarmed over couldn't hold any more of this newfound and regenerating power, they continued the transfer, the excess building up in its purest form on his back into, in fact, a wing, then another, then another.
They weren't through until there were six.
Then they finally broke away.
He was ready to come back.
But where was the way out?
He was overwhelmed by another feeling now - restlessness, pent adrenaline and the impatience now from knowing this process he'd waited to get through was nearly over, multiplied by his regained power, coursing through him without an outlet.
His six wings folded around him.
Then they erupted into flight in a burst, enough of a burst to break himself through the whiteness like a brittle glass wall, shattering around him without him flinching for a moment, still flying forward like a bullet.
He shot into the sky, his head thrown up in a breathless roar, blinded by the pure rush of this moment, the feeling of victory from his six wings pounding until they finally had room to stretch, the brilliant cool of air in his lungs for the first time in days.
He was suspended in the air for a moment before he finally hit solid concrete ground on all fours.
He was a lion - a massive, lithe, powerful lion of shadow and bone, standing before the old, discarded feline skull he'd just emerged from and perched atop a towering throne of steel.
The lion scanned the sprawling metal city below him - shadows of other creatures passed, unaware, barely worth a notice, lit in neon. What his eyes lingered on were other assorted animal skulls all about, hanging in the air.
One by one, more shadow-and-bone creatures emerged. Frogs, kangaroos, wolves, even porcupines drifted up from the yawning skulls of their kind, their faces turned up to the top of the tower. And they began to cry out up to hin their various animal voices - like they were singing the praise of a king.
He was that king.
These were just the beginnings of his subjects.
Again, he held his head up in the sky, basking in their idolatry and the triumph of living again...
And he realized the moon was gone.
Almost desperately, he searched the sky for it, stopping instantly when he saw it sinking to the horizon.
He couldn't move yet. Instead, he continued to watch it set until he got what he wanted - the sight of where it retreated to, a tunnel below the city.
With a roar, the beast king bounded from his throne with his claws out, tearing into the very concrete he landed on and tearing forward, straight for the tunnel the moon had disappeared to.
He found that tunnel, all right, a shallow stream running into it and a snake skeleton across it like a gate. One blow from a heavy paw scattered it into individual vertebrae, unable to stop his entry, taking off blindly into the tunnel and along the stream.
Two humans then stood in his path. He had just begun to raise his claws again when a tigress appeared from the dark and leaped before the boys before turning her head over her shoulder and nodding to him. Go on.
His fangs flashed in a grin as he proceeded to his prey.
He crept ahead, leaving the tigress and hers behind, into a dark chamber, low to the ground, every muscle tensed to pounce.
With this final battle, all that he had prepared for up to this point... he truly would be king.
Nothing higher than him, nothing outshining him.
White light began to spread across the floor.
Time to make the moon drop.
With a roar, he hurled himself forward...
And the last thing he felt were his bones being crushed by the pieces of steel that had been his tower minutes ago, rebuilding it in an avalanche on top of him as the moon smiled down at him for the millionth and final time before there was, again, nothing.
JOURNAL SAMPLE:
Attention!
Introducing 1 of Edensphere's latest inhabitants: ME.
Name's Tybalt. ;P
I was just - you know - "born" not 2 long ago at all and trying this out.
So, anyone seeing this? Can you seriously see someone's writing as soon as they put ink to paper? Seems kind of invasive. But handy. Guess I could always find myself a notebook or something in that plane that isn't magically hooked up to everyone else's.
I've gotta find some excuse 2 get out of this temporary housing place, anyway. It's so zetta DULL here. My room's dull (thank?∞?it's a temporary place), the building's dull, everyone here is dull. Seriously, nobody's so much as wanted to talk at this point. Not so much as a "Welcome~!" from anyone but that guide. But hey, fine by me. Think I'll be happy getting adjusted on my own~
Except 4 the whole "bored out of my factoring vector" thing.
But hey, now that I'm on that quadrant and everyone's looking, what does everyone else recommend? How did everyone else here entertain themselves when they hardly had a yoctogram of anything 2 work with?
((OOC: This set of handwriting is neat, but a bit angular and stylized. Almost like the font in which you'd see something written next to a scribble on a public wall. In places it's been darkened and underlined with a "LOOK. AT. MY. WRITING. NOW!" vengeance and wherever easily possible, words have been abbreviated into numbers.))
ASPIRATIONS: I think I'll just roll with it for now and see how everything starts going. This is my first try, after all. I'd like to see how things start going.