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「 NOVUM CAELUM 」

♛ A slightly-AU Kingdom Hearts roleplay, splitting from the events of the Re:MIND DLC. We have a mix of everyday life interactions and plot-driven events, with monthly plot drops! ♛ Based in Scala Ad Caelum - accepting canon Kingdom Hearts, Disney, TWEWY, and Final Fantasy characters, as well as Original Characters! ♛ 18+ for muses and muns; characters will be aged up as needed. Mature content is allowed but not a main focus! ♛ LOOKING FOR: Aqua, Terra, Ven, Hayner, Olette, Pence, Cloud, Yuffie, Cid, Tseng, Sephiroth, and more!

「 It has been roughly six months since the recreated Keyblade War, and the worlds have changed much since then. With the defeat of Xehanort came the hope for peace, but what followed was something much different. Worlds began to sink into darkness once more, and as each fell, a special place was needed to keep light and hope alive. With countless worlds becoming lost to the Heartless, Scala Ad Caelum became the sanctuary for many whose homes were lost. Though it once slept, Xehanort's magic brought the world to the surface once more, and the Keyblade Masters were able to muster their slumbering strength to save as many denizens of the other worlds as possible. Now protected by a barrier of light that steadfastly keeps out the darkness, sleeping travelers found themselves waking up in the town with no way to return to their home world.

Thus, Scala Ad Caelum's new inhabitants had little choice but to settle into this foreign world alongside the original residents who were reawakened. The school designated to train keyblade wielders reopened, and with a new unknown threat came the urgency to train and better their skills. Scala Ad Caelum's natives have since been working alongside the world's new residents, and together they hope to find a solution to defeating the darkness once and for all.  」

「  This roleplay is a semi-AU that branches off of the Re:MIND DLC and differs in the way that Sora does not save Kairi's heart on his own and instead allows Riku, Mickey, and the others to assist her instead--meaning that Sora never disappears. The heroes of the series only have a couple of weeks before they are pulled into Scala ad Caelum to be protected, and each awake at different times, though most have been awake for quite a while now. Though they are settling into their new lives, there are certain things about the world that are... off-putting to them, never allowing them to grow too comfortable. 」

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“In our time together, you claimed a special place in my heart, one I’ll carry with me forever and that no one can ever replace.”

— Nicolas Sparks, Dear John (via meineluft)

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Breathing heavily, the last of the spiders in her way squished against the wall, Asha looks for a place to wipe her blades. Though used sparingly, they were sticky with spider guts that already had started to smell unpleasant. Finding no place passable, she sighed and wiped them on her pants. She had a spare pair she could use until these ones could be clean. Better to ruin a pair of pants than her blades. Small as they were it only took a bit of rust to take hold and the entire blade would be rendered useless.

Satisfied they are as clean as they can be, she sheaths the blades. A moment later the air shifts, a feeling like cold water encasing her body. It is familiar in a way that makes her remember a time when a collar encased her neck. She knows the feeling, and can tell the magic has been drawn from the room. 

A Templar. Wonderful.

Slowly she turns to find three strangers. Two dressed in armor, the other two clearly mages. The staffs were a dead giveaway, and they wore garments more suited to ranged attacks than close combat. Dread settles in her stomach as she realizes she’s trapped, the three blocking the entrance, anxiety starting to claw at her chest. But if they meant her ill, they wouldn’t have stopped their fight after the spiders had been killed.

Maybe they knew the way to Skyhold.

So she takes a breath, as silent as she can, and forces herself to be calm. There is nothing for it now.

“…I don’t know what Darismuid is,” she admits, the name foreign to her, “I come from Rivain.”

Eyeing the band of four, her brows draw together. They aren’t bandits–they are too well dressed and equipped to be such. They don’t much look like mercenaries either. Maybe they work for the Inquisition. She had heard tell that there was a camp in the area.

“I was headed for Haven, but I hear now that the Inquisition has found a new home in the Frostbacks. A place called Skyhold. I am searching for it…”

“Well yes, a recent relocation that. After a dragon tried to drop in, we figured it’d be better if we found somewhere else to sleep.” The snarky lilt of the tevinter mage broke out first, faster off the tongue than Aden’s more suspicious response. The templar himself had narrowed his eyes at the mage’s ignorance of the city he mentioned. The one place in Rivain where there had been a Circle of Magi, and she didn’t know of it?

That left two potential options in his mind. She was lying, and thus she was most likely a risk, or his observations otherwise had greater support and she was potentially Qunari. No. What little he knew of Qunari spoke of chained mages, and she was alone. The other term the Iron Bull had spoken to him rose to the fore of his mind. Tal-Vashoth? Also potentially dangerous. The way it sounded, they were vicious and lacked purpose.

“Tred carefully with this one.” The reminder from Vivienne wasn’t needed, but Aden appreciated it all the same. It confirmed in his mind that he wasn’t entirely submitting to the haunting doubts conjured in his own head.

“Why do you seek the Inquisition?” Aden’s voice, unlike the smooth tones of Dorian or the clipped refinement of Vivienne, ground through the air with a hard, earthy rumble. Yet just like the two mages accompanying him, they rang clear and articulate, bearing no trace of a rural slur. They also held a steel edge of command. He expected to be answered.

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For a moment the whole cave is illuminated as arcs of lightning crackle through the space. It almost hurts her eyes, but she’s seen it so many times that even in the darkness the sudden contrast doesn’t so much as make her squint. Small dagger in hand she stabs at the nearest spider, stunned from the sudden jolt of lightening, and spears it straight through the middle. The next nearest to it shakes itself out of its stupor just in time for the same blade to lodge itself between its eyes.

She is glad that she had enough foresight to bring the blades along for her journey. Fighting in confined spaces was difficult at times when so much of her magic was loud and explosive.

Between the crackling lightening, the hissing of the spiders, and her own muttered curse words, Asha hears neither the stranger nor his companions as they enter the cave. Even if she had heard them, the sudden appearance of a poisonous spider would have distracted her immediately. It hisses, and a moment later there is venom heading straight for her.

“Vashedan,” she mutters, kicking a smaller spider out of her way as the poisonous one skittered towards her. 

Sucking in a breath, she closes her eyes, and opens them a moment later, now safely behind the poisonous spider. The spider rears up, another dose of venom ready to go, before a bolt of lightning hits its mark, effectively killing the spider. It isn’t until that moment that she registers noises in the mouth of the cave. For a moment she is concerned, they could very well see her performing magic, but before she can worry too much another spider comes at her and she forgets.

“Ebost issala,” she shouts at the spider charging her, sending a quick wave of energy at it, hurling it hard enough at the wall to crush it.

The cavern filled with various shows of magic. Flash teleportation, flickering lightning, smooth ice that was swiftly smashed to pieces, and the crack of smokeless flame that sent the spiders nearest shrieking back where they came. Aden couldn't be as fancy as all that. His talent lay in negating and stunning, as well as support. In this world of magics and power, he had the key to making it impotent. Yet it was useful and so he refrained, instead fighting with the strength of his arm and will.

The spiders stood no chance.

What wasn't magically rent asunder or debilitated, and even some that were in the case of the encased foes rendered defenseless by Vivienne, was attacked by Aden and his swift ax. It was messy work, leaving the grip slick in his gloved hand and his armor spotted with whatever juice served as spiders blood. Some merely fled thanks to visceral fear. The three of them individually could not account for as near as many as the woman they had moved to assist however. Her skills had accounted for a good portion of their total.

A fact which both impressed and worried Aden. The words she had been barking out, while almost lost to him thanks to the din they had been making, sounded potentially similar to the Qunlat that the Iron Bull spoke. Yet as Aden was able to observe, the woman looked as richly dark as Vivienne. Rivaini then? They were known for their umber complexion, and it was known the Qunari had a settlement there.

A mystery to be solved. Aden wasn't about to leave it unexplained. Now that the spiders themselves were no longer a threat, the templar focused his gift, reaching inside for that power within him. It brimmed around him for a breath, a warm glow, before bursting out of him in a bright sphere, instantly robbing the chamber of any magical energy.

"Venhedis. I do wish you would warn me before you do that." The light, almost playful voice of one of the companions echoed in the aftermath, but Dorian wisely spoke no further as Aden ignored him in favor of the unknown mage.

"Who are you? An refugee from Darismuid?" Aden knew of what had happened there. He had heard of the horrors that had been inflicted on the Circle of Magi there. Between Kirkwall and Darismuid and the White Spire, the mages within the temperate tower of Ostwick had been rightly worried about their fate. That had been part of the reason Aden had even been at the conclave. Not that it had mattered in the end.

But her origin could matter. Darismuid had been annulled, even if it had been controversial. That left her presence quite questionable, for where had she been when that happened? Or how did she escape and what magic did she use to do it? Aden would not leave himself exposed to a maleficar.

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It had been Rivella’s idea to head South and see what all the fuss was about. Word had reached Rivain about the Divine Conclave that was being held, that would hopefully bring peace and end the Civil War. Personally, Asha had thought it was a pointless endeavor. What did it matter if the Civil War ended or raged on? Rivain had endured through it all and the Chantry had rather given up on enforcing their laws on mages. Still, she had always done as Rivella asked, and so she’d started the great trek South.

The trip had taken weeks, even with minimal rest, and she had nearly gotten lost a handful of times. Traversing the Vinmark Mountains in the southern Free Marches had added on a few days to her trip, and she was greatly relieved to reach the coast. Unfortunately, the ship ride across the Waking Sea had been a deeply unpleasant experience that she dreaded making again. Unpleasant enough that she was willing to risk an even longer return trip to avoid it.

By the time she had gotten into Ferelden proper word had reached her of the explosion of the conclave, the tear in the Fade, and the birth of the Inquisition. It seemed as though the world really was falling apart after all. A group of travelers she had met along the way suggesting crossing Lake Calenhad and going west, telling her of the destruction of Haven and the relocation of the Inquisition. What she had not expected was a town overrun by the undead waiting on the other side of the lake. Or one had been. Apparently the Inquisitor wasn’t solely focused on the tear in the sky.

Asha had intended to make camp for the night and had found a cave that she thought suitable. It was, after all, Ferelden, and it was always raining at inconvenient times. She’d woken up soaking wet in the middle of a storm once before and had made it a point to avoid doing so again. Unfortunately, she wasn’t the only one who had her eyes on the cave. She hates spiders, even if they are easy enough to kill. When they swarm, they become more difficult to handle. And when she is in an enclosed space where explosions are particularly unwise? Even more difficult.

“Katara!” she shouts at the spiders, sending another chain of lightning echoing into the caves.

The voice had cracked through the tunnels before the lightning, and Aden felt his grip on his haft clench reflexively. During his time with the templars he had known more combat and hunting than he had guarding the tower of Ostwick, and he had encountered some dangerous foes. One of which had left him with an extensive, lasting wound that still ached even now. His training kicked in, his heart quickening and the song of the lyrium whispering louder within his head, but it also reminded him to be cautious. Mages trapped in caves often produced the worst surprises.

Aden couldn't even claim that this mage was the actual threat. It could be the magic user was the one who was in need, that they were the ones who found themselves assailed and requiring aid. But Aden had been drilled long and hard to not trust magic or anything having to do with it. He knew the assailed could swiftly become the assailant. Aden also knew the sword of mercy on the chest of his armor marked him more than the score on his hand. One tended to notice the first more easily.

The human settled the shield on his arm and proceeded as his training taught him, poised and ready. It was a blessing he did, for as soon as he approached, one of the beasts spun about on its many legs and lunged at him, blocked from sinking its fangs into his flesh by the rounded steel of his shield. Spiders changed by weak points in the Veil were sadly more common than any book would have one believe. The body bore down on the templar, who held fast until he could gather strength enough to push back. He did and the blade of his ax bit right in the midst of it's many eyes with a hearty smack. Pulling the ax free with a wet pop, Aden had to suppress a laugh when he heard one of his companions speak from behind him.

“Really, my dear, you bring us to the nicest places.” Her words, entirely laced with sarcasm, didn’t require an answer, so Aden instead focused on the human who had indeed been getting attacked by spiders.

“Shall we?” He asked simply, before leaping forward to engage another one.

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Strange lights. The scouts had mentioned strange lights in this direction, and in this tumultuous time it could be anything really. In this particular section of the world the dead left drowned had chosen to rise and shamble out of the lake, bent on revenge against a town that had left them thanks to Blight. Demons and spirits cast rive from their world grasped onto whatever they could and angrily cried out against their new surroundings. Mages left to wander, hunted by templars or murdered by frightened townsfolk, were forced to find shelter in ways they could.  Whatever it was called for a more practiced hand. While many templars now seethed with red hot anger in their blood, not all of them were corrupted. While many of the Inquisition had begun to accustom themselves with conflict with demons and undead, only a small group could face the danger of a rift. 

Aden wasn’t sure he liked this. The knight-captain’s suspicions screamed their echos in his mind as the horse beneath him nickered and gorged the ground with her hooves from nervous energy. While he couldn’t smell anything over the freshly rain-cleaned air, he thought he could hear something. It wasn’t a sound to make him comfortable. 

Yet what if there was something, someone, in those caves that needed to be helped? Or something that needed to be dealt with before it gained strength or bravery enough to attack? Suddenly decisive, Aden dismounted and pulled free his ax, whistling a few notes to the mare. She tossed  her head and lunged away in a easy canter, even as he started forward, his companions nearby reacting more slowly to his choice. 

Time to see what was in this cave. 

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𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂.

𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬.  𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞.

                         𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋.

tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. loose ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards.  dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns.  huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning.  fireplaces.  falling asleep during class.

                        𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds.  walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops.  worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your kneesocks on.

                          𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄.

dark hair.  a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces.  dim lights. colorless photographs. fancy furniture.  pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners.  dark shades of lipstick.

                         𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing.  modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks.  drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume.  breakfasts in bed. reading about mythology.

                         𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂.

compassion.  short writings on scraps of paper.  blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night.  loose hair.  carpeted floors. attending operas.  faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky.  streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.

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