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I'm already dead If I was still alive, I think it would be accurate to say that if I would probably be damning you to the pits of hell for rummaging through my stuff. ... of course, I'm not alive. Not if you're reading this.
But it's necessary that I undertake the sappy, crappy and cliche goal of chronicling my life story. I'm sixteen now. I'm traveling the universe, man. And if X.M.R. is having me deal with some pretty important and dangerous stuff, it goes without saying that I'm going to meet my end sooner or later. It's time I started thinking about the legacy I'm going to leave behind, not that I want to give two shadow's asses or anything.
So, if I've kicked the can and you've just stumbled across this, please... please. Read the frickin' hell out of this thing until your eyes are sore. Acknowledge that I existed and that I was strong.
Who am I? My name is Leiz Ryada. I'm a courier for X.M.R. My job is, well, pretty simple. I sometimes deliver the things that people can't be assed to send themselves, though generally I send high-priority things that aren't supposed to fall into anyone's hands.
That's right. If you haven't heard it before, you're hearing it now from me: X.M.R. does have its own secrets. And so do I. But as long as this story needs to be told, I'm completely open. After all, you can't arrest a man for treason if he's dead. I doubt that you'll end up hearing anything that's all that important, anyway.
About X.M.R. ... Yeah, I know what you're gonna say: "X.M.R. is that shipping company, right?"
Wrong! Well, not completely. They're not just a shipping company. They're a research group. An industrial manufacturer. An energy company. They're a government.
The only thing they don't do is entertainment. I can kinda understand that. There's hardly any money in the entertainment industry. As Vokeler Deis would say, "I can think of no greater tragedy than a laborer dropping the hammer to pick up the paintbrush."
You're probably wondering how long the guys have been around. Well, I'm not really sure either. Some say it's been two-hundred while others are saying they've been here all along like deities in ancient folklore.
So, I don't know where X.M.R. came from and I don't know what their game is. But I don't care. I went through the PURGE training program a few years ago so trusting in their intentions was the first thing hammered into our heads.
Between you and me, it's never been trust. I'm a soldier. It's a soldier's duty on the battlefield to act, not think.
About Vokeler Deis What can I say about him? He's X.M.R.'s current president. His policies really binge on the expansion of manufacturing and trading, which is why this whole space program we've got going has boomed like nobody's business.
Then again, his father and the one before him were basically the same. I guess it's why the environment has been steadily dying over the past century or so.
Belevadia That's right. Where I come from, the skies are about as colorful as concrete and besides the average Belevadian's hair you'd be pretty hard-pressed to find anything green on the planet's landscape. It's not a pretty sight.
It doesn't matter, though. I almost never stay on Belevadia these days. In fact, I'm almost always bunking down in my ship. If I ever go down there, it's because I've got a new shipment or I'm getting equipment repairs.
Belevadian Culture Changing the subject a little here. Look, we're not just a wasteland. We've got a culture. Advanced science pretty much removes the public from the responsibility of having to worry about the actual environment and it's not really as bad as it sounds. We live with it every day.
This is our world's banner. With a flag like this, you can't really go wrong.
See? My people know how to live. I can see the eyes of citizens lighting up every time they see that banner. ... or maybe it's only because it's marginally more interesting than the mix of greens, grays and beiges they see every day.
This section has not yet been written... peculiar.
A Vacation I got the word today. Captain Olweus said that business looks like it's winding down, so they're giving me my vacation time whether I want it or not. I'm not allowed inside the base for the time being. In fact, the captain doesn't even want to see my face inside the city.
The cap told me why himself. He wants me to really explore the galaxy and make the most of my time, and... as pissed off as I am at him for forcing me to take a vacation, I can't really argue with him. I need this time to live a little longer. I need to keep working on this journal.
The Old Mansion Characters: Xemnas, Hero, Sol Characters met: None
I don't know why I'm writing this now ... but something interesting happened to me before I went on vacation. XMR sent me to investigate the old mansion out in Twilight Town, but I was confronted by a couple of weird things ... people started falling out of trees.
The path up ahead was blocked by some white-haired guy in a cloak and a boy with blue hair. I didn't want to be seen, so I hid, but that pretty much went to shit when - you guessed it - some wolf-kid fell out of a tree right behind me.
Dusks started appearing. And, weirder enough, some white-haired guy in a black cloak looked right at me. Something rubs me the wrong way about him ...
... anyway, determined to get inside, I fought the dusks for a bit, but XMR rang and told me to return home.
Some adventurous girl with orange hair. A guy by her side who looks kinda like a sidekick.
I'm not really one for interesting or captivating exposition, alright? That's the only thing I was able to write about. Or at least, the only normal thing that I was able to take notes of.
I don't think I'll ever be the same after what I saw today. All I have to say is... ... well ... retards shouldn't be allowed to pilot Gummi Ships.
The Case of the Missing Pages Sometimes I end up doing things I regret. We all have regrets. I was once asked to take care of a really important dossier for a higher-up, General Malphas.
He wanted intel on Twilight Town and its surrounding areas. Of course, I did what I was asked to do. Using my own experience and having done a little bit of research, I was able to finish that report - as well as append some other information regarding 'Heartless', but I can't remember any specifics.
It never reached his hands. In fact, a green-haired freak - not yours truly - was the one responsible. He practically pried the pages from my hands and I've never seen him since. Ever since then, the higher-ups have always held it over my head. They've always been asking that damn question - am I trustworthy?
Today was just... I don't know. Usually the Second District in Traverse Town is fine as long as you keep to yourself. Usually. But some people aren't that clever. I was watching one of those kinds of people.
It was a female, but I don't have much to say about her. She was sort of pale... she had reddish streaks in her black hair... beyond that, I'd say that she was kind of hot. In more ways than one. She seems to have an affinity for fire-based magic.
I can't really stand her, anyhow. She's got this annoying tendency to talk when she should be focusing on the fight. That's probably why she ended up getting injured.
Anyway, this isn't about her. I heard a pretty serious scream in the Third District. She, along with a few others, started going over there. I tried to follow without getting stuck in one of those crappy situations where everyone's coming down on you about the who, when, what where and why.
But I hadn't actually considered what it's like to be caught in the crossfire of several super-powered megalomaniacs. Or just one, I don't know about the other two or three that happened to be tagging along with her.
Basically, that girl just blew that district door apart and I was like, "Man, I'm not getting myself into this" - she'd turn that district into a freakin' blast furnace. And she probably did, for all I care.
So I opted out. I'm glad I caught myself before I ended up in the middle of all that.
In hindsight, I probably would have went in without a second thought if XMR told me to. I wonder what the limitations of my training are. I wonder how far I can really go until it's too much for me to take.
At times like this, it would really help to have some magic or divine luck on my side...
Met a pretty weird guy in the Second District. ... actually, 'met' is too nice. He nearly gave me a fuckin' concussion.
Get this: I was sitting around by the fountain in the Second District, minding my own business when - out of nowhere - this weird fishdude falls out of nowhere and knocks me out clean. Not sure how long I was out for, but he was still there when I woke up.
If it happened to you, you'd know how I feel about this. I nearly decked him in the face.
We talked it out, though, and he's not really that bad of a person ... but he's kind of a pussy. Apparently he's an 'Athann Meyar'. According to where he comes from, humans are total assholes or something. I guess that's why he was terrified of me.
He was new to the place, so I gave him a bit of a rundown and sent him to someone I know in town.
Why, though? I'm not sure ... for some reason, he just seems familiar.
I met up with three other people after having a drink. They seemed pretty bound and determined to go to other worlds, so ... I offered my services. They better not screw me over, though.
Not as if it matters. As soon as I get called back to work, they're gonna have to find someone else to drag their ass around the galaxy.
An Extension Captain Olweus sent me the the most bizarre transmission today. ... not any more bizarre than the people I've been running into, but... whatever.
There's something going on back home. Increasing conflicts with Tenurian stragglers... outsiders getting back and forth between the Ebaujian border... and, worst of all, some sort of new energy crisis.
Yeah, apparently... we're running short on resources. Vokeler Deis is telling everyone not to worry and that we've got top notch guys handling this. I really don't know what else to say about the situation at home.
But what I was told was this. I'm on extended leave and so are the other Purge units. That's the way things are going to stay until corporate knows what to do with us. And... yeah. I guess I'm just another tool being put back in the shed.
I hope this all blows over soon, man. I'm tired of sitting around on my ass.
Met up with my crew-to-be and talked for a bit before we set off. The smarmy punks had a fourth guy there! But whatever ... I need something to do until I get called back to work, anyway.
They're on board as I'm writing this. Helena's wondering if I can play any music on the intercom and Legato's being incredibly talkative ... I can hear him rattling away with Falsetto in the kitchen.
I dropped the "kids" off in Twilight Town and I went over to the Destiny Islands to take a small break. I found the perpetrator who took those documents away from me. His name is Seed.
I, erm, don't have much to write about here. ... we've put that incident behind us now.
And finally, the code for "People I Know/Relationships".
[blockquote][center][img]Insert 100x100 avatar here[/img][img]Insert 100x100 avatar here[/img][img]Insert 100x100 avatar here[/img] [size=3][b]Character Name Here[/b][/size][/center][left][b]What I have to say about Leiz/Myde:[/b][/left][right][b]What Leiz/Myde has to say: (I'll fill this in)[/b][/right][/blockquote] Example . . .
Borat
Borat: "Iz neiz!"
Leiz: "LEIZ, god damnit. Not Neiz. Piss off."
Send me them through PM, though. Don't clutter the thread. >>;
Jun 8, 2011 18:10:57 GMT -4
Last Edit: Jul 17, 2011 20:55:11 GMT -4 by hoffman
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