"If Chivarly Was Dead Why Does It Still Happen?" (Private Roleplay with Classicspace101) (Trisell)

Introduction
Stiper teleported in to the world of the knights who PRAISE DA SUN, making a B-line stroll toward the castle itself. She glanced about on her way to make note of any improvements since the recent union.

The castle seems the same, but the knights seem to have slightly upgraded weapons, mostly melee weapons but they are improved. A giant walks over her carrying some bricks.

Participants

 * Harold (Classicspace101)
 * Stiper (Trisell Chronos)

Start
Stiper stepped away from the giant, approaching the knights.

The knight ranks seem to have had some identities added to their ranks. Siegmoar is seen training the new recruits next to Harold who has fallen asleep.

(Identities being trained?)

(heroes of the sun have a VERY mixed army, mobians, humans, and other from different series sorta, and also they would also try (and possibly succeed) in recruiting identities, right? if not I could just fix that.)

(As long as the Identities aren't signing a contract of loyalty to a specific group or something--which is doable but specific so needs separate handling--it should be fine.  Just making sure is all.  Probably best to ask ahead of time though just to make sure things don't get handled wrong.  Aside from that, no problem.)

(ok, good to know, next time I shall inform you, anyways, your turn)

Stiper walked over to Seigmoar. "Hello."

The onion knight looks at Stiper. "Ah, miss Stiper, how are you today?" Siegmoar said.

"I'm okay... Are you all busy today?"

"No not at all, in fact we were just finishing up training for today, but may I ask why you are here?" The jolly onion knight said.

"I wanted to visit," She replied. "And I wanted to make sure things weren't all... broken since the Vlaseph attack."

Siegmoar looks at her. "Oh don't you worry, we fixed everything that is destroyed" he says. "But there has to be another reason you can to visit, isn't there?" He then said.

"Um... was... was there supposed to be?" She looked about.

"Well, if i remember, didn't Harold invite you back last time you left? maybe not..." Siegmoar says.

"Oh n-no, he did," She nodded. "I was planning to come back soon either way."

"Oh, well, young Harold is over there reading, why dont you join him" Siegmoar says pointing at the redish orange echinda reading a book.

"Did... I bother you?" She asked, crouching slightly.

(who is she talking to siegmoar or Harold?)

(Seigmoar)

(ok) "Oh no, we were just wrapping things up actually" He says then looks at the identites. "Alright class, lesson over, return to your quarters and prepare for tomorrow." he says.

"What kind of things are you teaching?" Stiper asked.

"Oh the usual, swordsmanship, archery, magic and stuff." Siegmoar says.

"Magic?" She staggered slightly back.

"Oh, right, your society is science based. Well magic is basicly something that requires the user's intelligence to work, they need to concentrate their soul into the magic darts and then release it as a weapon.' Siegmoar says.

"... Um... that's... that's not really w-... n-never mind," She shuffled her feet a bit.

"oh, well anyways I do belive you were going to see Harold correct?" Siegmoar asks.

"...Okay," She walked over to Harold.

Harold was sitting reading a book looking like he was about and fall asleep.

"What are you reading?" She asked.

Harold snaps out of his half sleep state. "Oh, hey Stiper, im reading (insert book name here cause I cant think of a cool on) its really good, have you read it?" he asks.

"I don't think so," she shook her head. "Is it a book from this world?"

"I think its from here yes, from the great castle of Lothric." Harold says seeming showing her the book, its filled with information on spells, history and more.

"Are you going to practice spells?" She inquired

"I already know pyromancies, so no, but these sorceries are fun to read about." He says joyfully.

"Pyro... fire?" She assumed.

"yeah, pyromancies are deemed heretical in some parts of the world but widely used in these lands. I uses them when I run out of crossbow bolts and a short sword wont do the trick." he says handing her the book then opening his hand showing a small fire.

"That doesn't hur to make does it?"

"No, its safe to touch unless your on the receiving end of it." he lets out a light laugh.

She nodded. "... Um..." Her foot shuffled a bit. "Are you going to be practicing that long?"

"Nope, I dont have anything to do for the rest of the weekend." he says laying back.

"Are you going to be resting then?"

"Well, I was, but since your here i guess I should ask you something." He says. "So, whats new in life?" he then says.

She stiffened slightly at first. "Oh. Um... I'm... done with classes for the week?" She shrugged.

"Oh neat, well tell me about them." He says moving over on the bench so she can sit next to him.

She sat soon after, fixing her hoodie-skirt a bit. "Um... I'm learning different construct things, and... uh, stealth mode things.  I- I'm also learning general academics like histories and things."

"Oh cool, but what are the construct things? Like architecture?" Harold asks

"They're shapes we make with our nanites," She explained. "It's like architecture, yeah," She extended her arm  out, forming a large metal support beam.

Harold looks amazed. "Wow, I wish we used that kind of stuff in our building, then we wouldnt have to repair the castle every day." he says with a slight laugh.

"Why do you have to repair the castle?" She looked around at it.

The castle looks like it would fall apart at any moment, some giants are replacing some of the massive stone bricks with new ones to try to fix it. "Cause its older than you think" I dont know why Issac would ask for your leaders help with this." Harold says.

"You don't want it fixed?"

"I would LOVE to have it fixed, but Issac says that we dont need any help, sometimes I dont get him." He says with a sigh.

(Oh... cause it said " I dont know why Issac would ask for your leaders help with this."")

"Why... would, but then why did you join union with the Dominion?" She asked.

(oops, i ment to say wouldnt)

"I have no clue, Issac is a rather strange person, in my opinion I think he has been staring at the sun for too long, or going on too many adventures in other worlds." Harold says.

"Well, don't you get to say what happens?" She asked, folding her arms. "Does Issac say all that happens?"

"Im still a recruit hero, Siegmoar and the high priestess get a say, and even though they do want help, Issac is just too stubborn I guess." Harold says in an annoyed tone.

"... That's sad," She noted. "What if it collapses and someone is hurt?"

"Then we better hope that most of them are undead" He says. "Undead survive almost anything" He then says.

"Un- like zombies?!"

"Sorta, you see, this world has a major problem: the dark sign, when humans die they become undead. almost every human you see here is undead. If they die the just return at a bonfire and resume whatever they were doing" harold says.

"... So you can't die?"

"I can, but the undead cant, but instead of death they go hollow, or insane for normal people." Harold says

"You're not undead?"

"Nope, mobians cant become undead, we dont originate from this world." he says. "Anything that isnt from here has to be extra careful not to die or else its permanent."

"What world are you from?"

"Mobius prime" Harold says.

"... The Prime Zone?" She blinked. "Wow... so... you probably have different versions of yourself out there in the multiverse?"

"I do? I never thought of that, I just though they called it mobius prime because its one of their favorite universes to visit." Harold then said.

"Really?" She tilted her head a bit. "I was always taught that it's the original world that all others are born from."

"Well, from what I heard this universe just crossed over to the mobius universe by freak accident." Harold says. "But I also never knew that the mobius prime was the first world."

"I've heard of zones like this in my classes," She nodded. "Ones that become something else instead of mobian worlds."

"Really?" harold said. "what other worlds could there be?" He asks excitedly..

"I suppose there are a lot of...robot worlds?  Um... maybe ones were people look like elves?"

"What?" Harold says. "I dont quite understand that." He then says.

"Elves?" Two pointy ears grew out on the sides of her heads. "You don't know those?"

"Nope, never heard of them." harold says.

"They're like really tall humans with pointy ears... or... short humans with pointy ears."

"Im sorry, but those dont really exist." He says. "can you tell me about them please?" he then says

"That's... mostly all I know," She shrugged. "They're... supposed to be all magical and really pretty I think."

"Like sourceries and stuff?" Harold says.

"I guess so," She shrugged. "There are a lot of different versions in stories and such."

"Really/ can you tell me all that you know please?" Harold asked.

"I don't really know that much more," She replied, head crouching slightly. "I- I mean, I could find some books maybe..."

"Really? then lets go find some." Harold says in an excited tone.

"Here?  I- I mean, this world?"

"Oh, well no sadly we dont have any of those in our records, maybe your world could have those types of books?" Harold then said.

"Like... in the Dominion?"

"Yeah, im sure your world has stuff that can tell us about these elves."he says. "right?" He then asks.

"Yeah...yeah, probably," She nodded, forming a portal to the left.

"Ok" he says following Stiper. "Hey is something wrong miss Stiper?" he then asks,

As they arrived back in the Dominion, Stiper looked back. "I don't think so.  Why?"

"Oh, you just sounded a bit upset at something." Harold said.

"A lot of people say that to me," She replied. "I think it's because I'm just kind of... introverted?"

"Introverted?" harold says. "whats that?"

"People who aren't really social or... liking crowds and things," She started through the distirct.

"Oh, well why are you like that?" Harold asks. "Did something happen to make you become like that?"

"N-no," She shook her head. "A lot of people are like that.  It's just how I am."

"Oh, ok then, but how are a lot of people like that? It seems a little strange." Harold then says.

"It... is?" She slowed.

"Well, a little, but in a good way." He then says.

"It... is?" She turned around to him, asking more in partial disbelief.

"Yeah, I was never a big fan of crowds myself, its a little secret I keep from everyone else." He then says a little bit ashamed of it.

"Oh... Oh!  You may want to stay closer to me here.  As soon as anyone realizes you aren't an Identity..."

"ok, but wait what happens if they do relize im not an identity?" Harold asks.

"They'll probably crowd you, surround you, ask you things.  We aren't like... um, detached from Mobian worlds.  Most Identities start out sort of becoming adopted into groups of Mobians, but it's a... curiosity thing."

"Wow, tell me more please. Well, if you want to." Harold asks.

"What parts should I tell about?" She asked, walking forward once more.

"Hmmm, Tell me about the people. Are they all like you?" He says in a more friendly way.

"Without the face or..."

"Anything, your kind is so cool!" Harold then says.

"Well, we can all use Chaos Energy... we all shapeshift... we can use our constructs... Some of the others who are more experienced can use special forms of Chaos Energy, like for... draining things or making solid matter from the energy."

"Chaos energy? Isnt that forbidden to use? Or is that what you call you powers in this world?" Harold says a little confused.

"Well, what do you consider Chaos Energy?"

"Chaos energy is like... how the people of the rest of the multiverse call hell, thats our version of hell." he says with a sigh. "Issac and Seigmoar dove into it years ago, to save a friend."

"They dove into... the chaos force?"

"Yep, undead arent as easy to kill in the chaos, also chaos cant corrupt others as fast as the abyss can, so they were able to, but they couldnt save the friend." He says sitting down on a bench.

She stopped, looking over to him. "... Are you sure that was... the..."

"The who? The friend?" Harold says a little confused.

"The chaos force... I mean, I've never really... been in it before but... I hope it isn't like that..."

"Oh, well dont worry, you wont ever encounter my universes version of chaos, the gateway is sealed." Harold said reassuringly.

"... I hope... Oh right, the library right?"

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot." Harold said snapping back into a more cheerful attitude. "To the library!"

They soon travelled through the district, over small bridges and eventually to the front of a very multi-colored buliding with twelve different language titles on the front.

(Goin' to bed. G'night)

(Night, cya later)

"Wow, this place looks AWESOME!" He says looking at the building.

Stiper nodded. "It's probably not like libraries you're familair with," She stepped inside.

"our library has books, and scrolls, and a desk. And its fairly small" Harold says.

Inside the library were lines of strange threaded cylinders which various Identities were taking, simply holding. They were varied in color with not many labels save for genres above the shelves.

Harold's face is frozen in amazement.

"... We have books here somewhere," Stiper informed before noticing his expression. Her face flickered briefly as bright turquoise.

"wow, the place is amazing!" Harold says filled with amazement. (Why the quick color change?)

(You can ask and find out X{D)

Stiper nodded. "It's very high-tech.  I don't know if you'd be able to use these archive drives though... we could ask though."

"Oh, well then lets go ask." Harold says "Also why did you change color for a split second there?" He then says.

"I di- oh, that's just an...emotional reacting," Stiper informed as they arrived at the desk where an Identity was standing in wait.

"What emotion was it?" Harold says as he looks at the desk and if anyone if behind it.

"It was kind of funny, just seeing you look so surprised," She informed.

"Oh, I didnt know that... thanks I guess." Harold says with a faint blush on.

"Are you two needing anything?" The employee asked.

"Oh, yes, we are looking for... wait what were we looking for again?" Harold asked Stiper.

"Asking about the archive drives," She clarified.

"What about them?" The Identity at the desk inquired.

"Ohh yeah, may we use the archive drives please?" Harold asked.

"They're open to the public," The woman informed. "... Wait..." she leaned forward toward him.

"what? is something wrong?" Harold asked confused.

"You are an organic," The woman noted. "Interesting."

"Oh, well, thanks I guess." Harold then says.

"... You want to use the drives?  They're not usually for non-Identities, but perhaps your friend here can interface with you."

"Oh well, good to know, thanks." Harold said.

"W-" Stiper looked back and forth between them. "B-but I've never done that before!"

"... You're what, fifteen, kid?" The woman asked.

"S-sixt-"

"You just connect cores and plug in,  it's easy."

"Wait, is that dangerouse?" Harold says looking at Stiper. "I dont want anyone to get hurt."

"Well as long as neither of you tries to override the other's core at which point you-"

"We get it," Stiper tensed, walking back toward the shelves.

Harold followed. "Hey, what did she mean about connecting cores?" He sounds concerned.

Stiper held up her hand, a blue light showing around it. "It's part of our biology.  It's like... connecting souls or something."

"wow, thats cool, yet a little scary of you think about it." Harold says. "So do you wanna do this? Cause you sounded a little afraid to do this." Harold says.

"W-wait why is it scary?"

"Well, your uploading your mind into a computer right? If something went wrong then couldnt someone get lost in the data?" Harold then says trying NOT to scare Stiper.

"W-well we're not uploading into the computer.  We're... more like uploading it to us."

"What?" Harold says confused. "Could you explain a little more please?"

"We... plug in, and it connects?  It's... it's kind of like if you have an MP3 player.  A-and you put a song on it."

"Oh, so im now confused on smething else." Harold says.

"What's that?"

"Are you guys machines or organic?" Harold says trying not to sound rude or offencive.

"We're... kind of both?" Her hood flopped forward slightly. "We're... kind of like robots but... different."

"Cool, its really interesting. So what else can identities do?" Harold says rather excited.

"We shape-shift with our nanites, we use Chaos E-... e-er..." She folded her hands behind her back.

"Its ok to say chaos energy. We arent in my world." He says reassuringly. "But what are nanites?"

"They're... what we're made of," She holds out her hand. "It's kind of like really small sand?"

"So your able to sorta morph into anything by using these nanites? But what about your souls and stuff?" Harold asks.

"S- what do you mean?"

"Your life essence? The thing that makes you you. your concouse." Harold says.

"Our core energy?" She guessed. "That's, that's another part of it.  I think there are diagrams in a museum or science center."

"Whats core energy?" Harold says.

"Soul Energy?"

"Oh." Harold says. "Neat I guess"

"Y- you guess?" Her hood went over a bit more.

Harold looks a little embarrased. "I dont really know what to say then. sorry." Harold says a little more embarassed. "I never talked to anyone else about souls or stuff for extended time"

"... Right... You, do you still want to try the drive thing?"

"sure, unless you dont want to..." Harold says trying to not panic.

She half-shrugged, taking his hands before guiding him over to the various shelved drives. They were like a fusion of books and vials. Each had a different label. "Is there... something specific you want?"

"I would like to know more about your kind actually." Harold says

"Well, I don't really know that much more," She partially tensed.

"Oh, well what about you, could i learn more about you then?" Harold says a little embarrased at the question.

"Like... my story or something?"

"Yea, tell me about your life." he says. "well, if you want too." He then says nervously.

"Well... I..." Her hood went back straight again. "I was just born on some other zone.  I was found really soon after by these people and grew up here since," She quickly informed. It was a rather... brief story.

"Oh, well what about, what you did during your childhood, was it nice?"

"I... guess I'm technically still in my childhood..." She looked a ways off. "H... how old are you?"

"Im around 17." Harold says, "what about you?" He then asks

"... I- w-well," Her skin started to brighten, turning more white. "T-technically I- I'm... j-ju-... f-f-fi-...ve... I mean- nng," She stuffed her hand over her head under the hood.

"Your what?" Harold asks. "Hey you can tell me, I wont judge if thats what your afraid of." He says calmly.

"... nnnnnn," She held up an open hand, wiggling her digits to indicate the number.

"Your five?" Harold asks a little confused,

She nodded, still looking away. "I- Identities d-don't really... w-we're not... born l-like most people..."

"Oh yeah, well I dont really care what you are, I still like you." Harold says trying to cheer Stiper up.

"Y-" Her face immediately began lighting up a bright pink, at which point she pulled her hood down over her face past her chest.

"What?" Harold says thinking he said something wrong and starts to panic a little bit.

"N-nothing!" She tried to assure under the hood, the rest of her skin turning to the pink as well.

"Come on, could you please tell me, did I say something wrong?" Harold says

"No you didn't do anything wrong," She spoke quickly, slowly fading back to normal. Eventually she asked "... Why do you like me really?"

"Your nice, your something thats different than any other girl I have met" he says calmly. "Also your the only one That I can talk too without panicing." He says a little jokingly.

"P- panicing?  Why?"

"Well, to be honest I cant really talk to girls..." Harold says. "Or really anyone that isnt my family or Siegmoar."

"Or Isaac?  Because of him being so... pushy?"

"No, I just was never very social." Harold says.

"Yeah, I know that feeling."

"I guess we have that in common." He says with a little chuckle afterwards.

"... Yeah," She looked downward a bit. "But... you're more... cheery?"

"I have to, if someone isnt optemistic then who will be?" Harold says.

"How do you stay so optimistic?"

"I dont know actually, I just look on the bright side of things mostly." HArold says. "But there are some things I cant be happy about."

(Can or can't?)

(Cant, srry)

"I guess so... Are there many pretty places still at your world?"

"Well, yeah there are, there is the frozen city of Irithyl, the moutain home of the old gods Anor Londo, heck even the cathedral of the deep is a pretty sight if you take away all the things that want to kill you." Harold says with a slight chuckle.

"What kind of thin- a frozen city?  In ice?"

"Yeah, mostly ice, the place is always snowing for some reason" Harold says.

"Is there an actual city underneath not made of ice?"

"Yes, its not made of ice buts its always so darn cold." Harold responds mildly annoyed.

"So... it's not- uh... ha... habitable?"

"Well, it kinda is, but you must have had to have been born there to be able to live there for the rest of your life, I honestly dont really know all too much about irithyl I just heard stories." Harod sayed.

"... Mmm...maybe... maybe we could... try to go there?"

"I guess we could." Harold says then blushes a little. "I-If you really want to."

"W-well, you wanted to see the library stuff but then you... didn't so..."

"Oh, well things were happening rather quickly and we kept on changing subjects." Harold sayed with a chuckle. "Its kinda cute actually." He then sayed unaware of how he ment to say it.

"Cute?" She stiffened just slightly.

Harold just relized what he said. "Gah, W-well in a f-friend like way!"

"Uh... I... h-how?"

Harold seems to be frozen while trying to think of something to say. "w-well, I-I... Uh, w-well."

"... Maybe we can just go to the city now?" She brushed her foot back and forth against the floor.

"Um... sure, we can do that." Harold sayed as he recollected himself.

"No portals in the library," The woman called over. "Go outside for that."

"Yes ma'am." Harold sayed as he and Stiper left the library.

Soon they were back in Harold's world. "How far is it?" Stiper asked.

Harold pulls out a map. "Not too far, we just need to go through the catacombs of carthus and then we are there." Harold says.

"What direction are those in?"

"That way" Harold says as he points to an ancient structure with its door wide open. "those are the catacombs, we just maneged to land here during transportation.'

"Okay," She immediately started to the entrance.

Harold followed and lit a tourch so they can both see. "Not much is known about this place, aside from the fact that skeletons live here."

"... Living ones?"

"Yeah, living skeletons, holy weapons like my sword can put them down for good." harold then says.

"They're cursed then?  What caused that?"

"I honestly dont know, this woeld is full of many mysteries. Most of which I dont know" Harold says

"WHAT HO?" a thooming voice sounded from the sky. Stiper jumped a tad.

"What was that!?" Harold sayed.

'''"AH YES, I SENSE IT CLOSER!" '''the voice boomed further. Stiper... turned into a small lamp.

"Stiper, are you ok?" Harold asked. "who is that?"

"I don't know but it's loud," She replied meekly.

A ripple in the air formed before *POP* and suddenly a small impish figure was floating in front of the two of them, wearing a crown-like hat. He was a grey bear-looking figure, short, with nub feet, and egg-shaped glowing yellow hands. His eyes were large circular lenses. He wore a purple t-shirt with a red cape, and small grey shorts. "EXCELSIOR!"

Harold looked at it. "What?" He sayed. "How, why, what!?"

"URD!" The figure proclaimed. "SALUTATIONS!"

Stiper flattened a bit.

"Urd?" Harold says "Wat?"

"Urd Wallace Breckem IV.  And you, Sir Harold?"

"Yes I am sir Harold." Harold replied.