Plot || The Star Wars Vaikuntha Special

[hatejakku]

Who: Open
When: June 8-14
Where: Everywhere
What: The race for the crystals is on!!
Warnings/Notes: OOC Post


Crystals have fallen out of the Dream Width in a beautiful meteor shower and scattered all over the world! Due to their origins and mysterious properties, the Curti Center is interested in gathering as many as they can for researching purposes. To incentivize the public in helping out, O'aka has donated a few silver coupons to those top few who collect the most crystals. There's also a rumor that the one person (or more if there's a tie) who collects the most, wins something marvelous and mysterious~

The hunt for these crystals have taken storm across Vaikuntha and they're suddenly worth a lot. It's all anyone talks about anymore! The locals have gone crazy with it! If you weren't interested to begin with, surely the madness that is this new fad has sunk its teeth in. Besides, who knows what the crystals can actually do? Are they gifts? Curses? Dust collectors? Only one way to find out.

NAVIGATION
❄️ Snow	🔎 Shadow	🔥 Flame	🌼 Flower	☔ Rain	☀️ Sun	❤️ Love	🌵 Arrow
🎭 Sword	🎶 Chime	👻 Grey	🥚 Egg	✉️ Chrome	🏁 Rainbow	🐹 Plasma

LEADERBOARD
Character	| Crystals
Klonoa	| 08 ❄️🔎❤️🌵🎭👻✉️🐹
Kuja	| 07 🔎🌼🎭🎶👻✉️🐹
Frisk.bin	| 06 🔎☔🌵🎭✉️🐹
Uendo	| 05 ❄️🔎🎶✉️🐹
Corrin	| 04 ☔❤️🌵🎭
Red	| 03 🌵🎭✉️
Okuyasu	| 03 ❄️🌼🐹
Tyzias	| 02 ❄️🐹
Megatron	| 02 🌼🐹
Maul	| 02 👻🏁
Sephiroth	| 02 🌼✉️
Naoto	| 02 ❤️✉️
Adrien	| 01 ❄️
Castor	| 01 ✉️
Selphie	| 01 🌵
Pidge	| 01 🥚
Minimus	| 01 🌵
Kenichi	| 01 🐹
Papyrus	| 01 🔎
Naomi	| 01 🌼
Ovelia	| 01 🌼
Asriel	| 01 🎭
Kanji	| 01 ❤️

Comments

Sword Crystal - Royal City of Myste Aura

[hatejakku]

Flyers around the Myste Aura Kingdom and a few mentions by word of mouth have led you to the Royal City, Hero. You're armed with a poem or song of your making in the hopes of impressing the royal family enough for a crystal!

Once inside the palace, a very straight-backed man announces your arrival before ushering you on into the throne room where the King and Queen sit in their thrones. As the only guy apparently on staff today, the announcers directs you to stop in the middle of the room before scurrying off to greet the next guest.

The Queen waves her hand at you. "Well met, Hero. Well? What do you have for us today?"

And a one, and a two, and a one, two, three-

[bladeofconquest]

Corrin curtseys as proper etiquette dictates. "To you as well, your grace. It is good to see you again under more pleasant circumstances." She replies. "Today I would like to share a selection of original poetry I have composed based on a style popular in Nakagawa, where I make my home. All are based on experiences from my life, or people who are dear to me." Taking a moment, to clear her throat, Corrin begins with her first poem.

Knight of silver hair
My oldest friend, dearest friend
Our hearts beat as one

[hatejakku]

The couple claps, smiling. "A haiku," the king says. "I haven't heard one in years. Please, Hero, do share if you have more. As far as we're concerned, however, the Sword Crystal is yours."

The queen nods, looking happy.

[bladeofconquest]

Corrin bows with a smile at the reception to her haiku about Silas. "Of course. Thank you, your graces. Then I shall continue."

Cheerful lady knight
With a heart warm as the sun
You, my pride and joy

Son of the dragon
All that is the best in me
Now flourishes in you

A song at twilight
A life that mirrors my own
I miss you, sister

A choice before me
Only one path can I walk
My heart breaks in half

Having finishes, Corrin curtsies again. "Thank you, your graces. I'm glad you enjoyed."

[sassafrisk]

Frisk arrives in the courtroom in what's probably astonishingly inappropriate attire: a denim vest covered in band patches, black leather pants, and the Panic! band shirt from their looped concert. They even have ridiculous eyeshadow and pink streaks in their hair.

(They admit that all the gil they spent on this getup might qualify as over committing to the bit, but they couldn't not, you know.)

Bowing solemnly, Frisk retrieves a wicked-looking electric guitar, complete with flame decals and some kind of special lacquer. They wordlessly set up the amp, tune, sound check... then, just as wordlessly, they begin to play,

The epic rock ballad that roars out of the speakers isn't just notable for its length or complexity. No. Frisk plays the guitar obscenely, ridiculously fast, their fingers a blur, the friction causing the strings to steam up a little bit. In addition to their already-insane SS Speed, Frisk hopped themself up on a half dozen different brands of Hi-Speed boosters before arriving in the throne room.

As the solo reaches its climax, Frisk plays faster and faster, teeth grit as they struggle to keep control of the chords. Then the guitar bursts into flames. Literally. The heat from the kinetic energy Frisk's been unleashing on the guitar causes the specially-made lacquer to ignite, swiftly covering the guitar in fire as they reach the most intense part of the song. By the time they finish with a #epic powerchord, the entire instrument is in flames, and once they bow they swiftly put it out with liberally-applied Water Spouts and Water and Ice Ninjitsus.

[hatejakku]

The King and Queen are have pushed themselves as far back into the thrones as they can go, hands clutching the armrests, eyes wide open. The stare for a long moment once the guitar is put out... but eventually, the King reaches behind his throne and holds out a Sword Crystal for Frisk.

... Congrats!

[mech_and_mutt]

Red was present in his sky pirate threads- far and away the most stylish, dashing attire he could muster for the task- and simply held up his hand.

His assistant- a far less flamboyant Moogle, all drab scarf and horn-rimmed glasses, languidly flutters out from behind him, showcasing in her mitts a strange artifact. A relic from another world, in fact; one that Red only had the fortune of acquiring from the shelves of his airship when it arrived via the Dream Width. It was... broad. Flat. Very lightweight. Circular.

A flying disc. On Vaikuntha, likely an novelty; but it would not remain so for long. There was a weighty, pregnant pause-- a palpable, enigmatic anticipation as the little moogle slowly made her way across the chambers.

And when she got there, his finger jutted upwards into the air. An order for hushed silence? A called shot? A simple beckoning of one's attention? It didn't matter. The moment had come-- the realization of one of the most ancient and celebrated athletic acts of his homeworld.

The disc was thrown, whizzing and cutting sharply through the stilled air and pin-drop silence. And for but a moment, it appeared as though that may have been all there was to see--

--but then, Red sprung.

It was so fluid, so graceful, that time itself within those chambers may well have slowed, enthralled by the deed; canine form lifting into the air with the grace of a dolphin's leap, a falcon's dive, a petal upon the wind; a slight twist to his jump blossomed into a helical flourish that whipped from his head out to his tail.

His maw opened. The disc's approach became a moment stretched out to infinity. And- with razor-fine grace and precision- its motion was stilled. Clenched in his jaw with but a quiet click of his teeth.

It was almost too beautiful for words.

He touched back down to the ground, his torque bleeding off into a waning half-pirouette that concluded with a deep bow.

[hatejakku]

The King and Queen stare for a moment, awed at how majestic that display once... Eventually, they start clapping, even give a standing ovation. "That was incredible!" the King exclaims. "You have earned yourself a crystal from our treasury, Hero!"

Panic! Royal Performance

[bleating_heart]

"'Sup, been a while." Asriel says, wearing honest to goodness sunglasses as he unslings his bass guitar from over his shoulder. He glances back at the others, giving a nod. "We're here to play music, if that's alright. Some punkish covers of stuff we had back in my world, and, I dunno, whatever else everyone feels like trying."

He gives a few strums on the guitar, warming up.

"Just tell us if you think we suck, and we can switch to something else."

[bleating_heart]

Dead silence as Asriel finishes tuning and warming up his instrument. He glances with minimal interest to the left and right, viewing all zero of the people that came up there with him.

"Anyway, here's Wonderwall." He says, starting to play a tune on the bass to the best of his ability.

[hatejakku]

Oh... The King and Queen blink and listen to the tune. They seem to like it, actually, bobbing their heads to the beat.

When the song is done, the clap. "That was lovely, Hero," the Queen says with a big smile. "I'm sorry your friends didn't join you on this day. They missed a fantastic performance. Please, take a crystal. Show it off with pride."

[acapriciousreaper]

"I have for you a sonnet in the Avonian style, of my own composing." Kuja bows low to Their Royal Majesties, smiling faintly and straightening, before clearing his throat.

"The earth can only hold us back for now.
Must flight be treasured only by the birds?
To dream of wings, to soar above the boughs-
Is ever in our thoughts, our hearts, our words.
It's harder than it seems, you see, to fly,
To scorn the soil, never to return.
The gods did not intend us for the sky.
If so, why then did young Icarus burn?
But I shall not be turned away from bliss;
I persevere, ply every trick I know.
I mustn't fail; I will the heavens kiss-
At last, success! Suffused with magic's glow.
Today, dismay, for I cannot go high-
Tomorrow, friends, I kiss the earth good-bye."

He bows again, and, for effect, his exit from the stage is through the air.

[hatejakku]

Ooooh. The King and Queen are awed by the sonnet as well as Kuja's disappearance. They clap, though they aren't sure where he's gone. "That was very well done, Hero!" the King exclaims. "One of our crystals is yours. If... you're still here."

1 / 3

[wind_in_my_ears]

Klonoa is smiling pretty widely as he steps up to the Queen and king. He gives a slight bow--training at all whatsoever in Red Mage will do that to you--and holds out the Wind Ring, talking as he begins setting things up for himself. "Hello! Just getting these out..." He says. Klonoa? Can he write poetry? Can he sing when he isn't plastered drunk? Can he do card tricks? Shoot a hole through a gil at twenty paces?

Well, no. But thankfully, there are a few things he can do!

He finishes setting the scene--a large masonry block a bit smaller than he is, a barrel a bit bigger than he is, a golden sphere covered in a triangular pattern, and... a hacky sack.

"Alright, ready!"

2 / 3

[wind_in_my_ears]

Klonoa fires a Wind Bullet at the block, inflating it to a round spherical shape in an instant! He holds it high above his head, grinning before hurling it up towards the ceiling. As it falls, he catches it on the Wind Ring with another Wind Bullet, only to throw it up again, edging to the side to catch it once more on its new trajectory.

Then, when he tosses it again, it starts to get interesting. A sidelong Wind Bullet aims towards the barrel, and once again he's got a sphere of solid wood... somehow, perched on top of the ring. He hurls it upwards, just in time to catch the block, beginning to juggle the two in the air with a smile. He starts mixing them up, shooting the barrel in the air to his left, and the block in the air to his right, keeping them moving up and down without crossing their momentum before he finally starts mixing them up again in a simple single loop.

Oh wait, there was another one!

3 / 3

[wind_in_my_ears]

Klonoa's smile widens into a grin as the rhythm of the juggling changes. Block, up. Barrel, up. Block, barrel, up, up, and another Wind Bullet next to him adds that golden orb to the mix. At least that one's already ball shape. Klonoa goes faster, panting as he leans back from the effort of watching the arcs, nearly falling over! White, brown, and gold whirl through the air as the triple one-handed juggle nears its conclusion.

And then, it reaches it. Klonoa shoots all three orbs into the air rapidly, one after the other, the golden orb flying highest of all while the block is sent just high enough to be above the barrel. The barrel lands, only for the block to fall on top of it, smashing it to pieces. Just as the golden orb starts its descent, Klonoa rushes forwards, dashing up to climb up onto the block. He takes aim above him, arm jolting with electricity, before he launches the hacky sack upwards!

There's a satisfying crack as the orb breaks through... and a shower of confetti and small stuffed animals fall onto him, some of the chocobo and moogles making tiny 'kweh' and 'kupo' sounds as they bounce off.

...He grins, looking back at the royals, arms still held out. "So, how'd I do?"

[hatejakku]

The King and Queen are gripping the armrests of their thrones, leaned forward to watch the whole thing. They both start clapping furiously.

"That was amazing!" the Queen says, standing a second before the King. "Bravo! You deserve one of our Crystals, Hero!"