hahaha alright! Has Doxyc or Jaxed been online? andumm....black sinner. we were the oriignal members right? have they been online at all? we could...
hahaha. lifes same old same old for me. not amazing, not suckish, right smack there in-between. i'm happy for you man, finding god's a good thing....
hey man! hows it been? havent talked to you in ages.
HEXIN! holy sh** man its been ages! hows it been? i stop on the site once every while. i thought everyone left this site a long time ago. damn...
ooc: You'll be involved with the new chars im creating. It may take a little bit to get kicked off, i'm still in introduction. and uhh...should i wait for someone else to post, or can i keep going? Vyyn darted at leopard speed towards his opponent. His arms tensed, and threw his sword up at a vicious slash. The sheathed weapon missed impact, the speed of the brother's dodge far surpassed that of his brothers. Scowling, Vynn leaped forward and slashed down, hoping to close the gap between the two. The brother, leaped to the side once again, and slowly began to walk around his brother, holding his sword in one hand. "comeon Vynn, quit holding out on me." Scowling, Vynn regained position then leaped forward, landing he landed on one knee, and threw his other leg for a leg sweep. Faen leaped to dodge, and Vynn, still holding his sword, turned his upper body and threw his sword up in a powerful lunge. The sheathed tip collided with Faen's, who, unable to dodge in the air, fell back and landed on his feet. "Better, Vynn." This time, Faen tightened his grip on the sword and held it to his side. He kept distance from his brother and walked from side to side. Then, in one sporadic impulse, the brother threw himself at his brother, raising his sword, and bringing it down at a powerful hack. Vynn threw his sword up to block, hiis right hand on the handle, his left hand enforcing the top of the blade. He turned his body to the left, letting the opponent's blade slide down and to the left. This was Vyn''s chance, he threw his right hand forward, hoping to land a blow on faen as he was falling to the side. However, when he looked up, his sword missed contact, and Faen was standing on top of the tree branch. "Comeon, you can do better than that can't you?" Vynn scowled, and ran forward, leaping up at the tree, sword held above his head. As he came in to swing his arms down for a strike. Faen threw his sword forward and hit Vynn directly in the chest, sending him back down towards the ground. Vynn got to his knee and tried to regain breath, but Faen would not give him that honor. Faen jumped form the tree, and landed directly behind Vynn. Vynn only managed to block the incoming blow by luck, and from there a fierce parry began. Now, mind the fact that both swords were sheathed, no harm was done cept for some bruises. Slash after slash, blows landed on Vynn, his speed was just no match for his brother. Faen paused as Vynn fell to the ground. "You still want to try and beat me, brother?" Vynn , was on his knees, hands flat on the ground, gasping for air. to his side his sword stood. Vynn, enraged at this point, pulled himself up and grabbed his sword. He charged towards his brother, this time a new strategy. Instead of slashing towards his brother, which his brother expected, Vynn spun around on one foot and leaped to the side, getting more towards faen's back. Throwing a slash, this missed, so he kept pressuring, He went for a barrage of kicks in the air,all which missed and As Faen went for a slash, Vynn managed to block. Landing onh is feet, Vynn went for another dash. This time, Faen tried sending another barrage. Vynn, this time, would block, dodge, dodge, bock, dodge, dodge, block, in that order. The pain on his body would restrict strength in slashes, but it was enough. He would at one point, kick, Faen's sword as it came low, then went in for a stab. Faen, opened his arm and caught the sword between his armored armpit. He would shake then violently turn his body, throwing Vynn to the side.Faen grabbed the sword with his other hand then said, "Good Vynn, your learning to use your entire body over just, your sword. also, you have developed dodging and blocking patterns, you can't block every single slice i throw at you. your improving, but your not there yet." From behind the two combatants, a cool breeze blew forth. Both of them looked, and Cygnus stood against the wall, arm folded, eye watching with malevolent intent.
The young lady smiled, "hes out back training, hes been waiting for you to come home,Faen. The returning hero smirked and fell to a knee, his unarmored hand hovered and patted the blonde hair on the head of his sister, "thankyou ana." Standing up, the warrior gripped his sword and proceeded on towards the end of the house. at the far back corner a loose door on poor hinges creaked. With a forceful push the door opened, and a burst of sunlight illuminated the dark house. the warrior was caught by tis grasp, and vanished as the light ran away with the close of the door. Outside was a backyard filled with plentiful green grass, outlined with a vast array of pink and white flowers. In the back of the yard was a single white tree, a brown sack of flower portraying a human silhouette hanging loosley from its single white branch. beyond the tree grass proceeded on to a white fence, guarding the egdes of the houses limits, fore beyond the fence was a large cliff that fell down to a sharp and painful rock formations over an ocean coast. Standing forward, facing the training sack was a boy, no older than 15 years old. White shorts, outlined with gold and red designs, affixed loosely to the boy's legs. A red sleeveless shirt, zippered up to his neck. Gold armor covered the boy's right arm down to his fingers. His left arm bare, accept for a symbol on his left elbow, a tattoo of a unique looking crown? His face thin and curved, green eyes lightly colored. Short blonde hair on his head, buzzed short with a single small bang hanging left down his forehead. Brown and white belts over his waist, holding his loose pants up, chains proceeding from his belts into his pockets. on his feet were black shoes, awkwardly large with red and white designs over them. in his hands was a sheathed short sword, straps and bolts forcing the sheathe shut onto the sword. "Vynn." spoke Faen, "you ready for training? Ana said you were waiting for me?" Vynn turned his head to the side, and remained straight face. Then, suddenly a smirk sparked onto his face as the boy turned around, "Faen..." He threw his sword up so it pointed directly at the elder brother. "Today's the day you'll take this sheathe off my sword and name me worthy of the Armed Guard's recruitment." Faen smirked and shook head back and forth. he slowly turned around and walked towards the house again, leaning up against the back of the house was a sheathed sword, bolted like Vynns. Faen picked up the one sword with one hand and spun around to face his little brother. "Come then, show me the grace of your toned skills." Vynn gripped ready and smirked, bringing both hands onto his sword and holding it to the side of his body. "Here we go!" he said
ooc: Alright, I'll bring him in right now. The sunshine radiantly shone down upon the small village. Birds chirped in the few trees surrounding the town, the sound of doors slamming and feet running through the streets. outside a small group of tall men stood, armored and wielding a great majority of weapons. the houses were of weak wood, only about 20 completed the makeup of the city. the crowd of people would watch the men walk by, then suddenly an old man would appear from the crowd and go "Cygnus! Cygnus! are the monsters still here, is the situation getting any worse??" A cloaked man enshrouded in a shaggy brown robe would step forward. a vicious metal claw would cover his right hand, the fingers of the metal weapon pointed and long. He had an eyepatch over his left eye, mouth and nose covered by his cloak. A single green eye stood out, black hair shaggy and long. This was Cygnus, the leader of the Armed Guard, protectors of the village. "ease yourself, everything is fine now. the shadow monsters have vanished, today was a victory." The crowd cheered in excitement. the news of victory would always ease the town. For the past 4 months, strange black monsters would appear at random parts of the forest beyond the town. The Armed Guard, the most skilled fighters in the village, would stop the beasts before they had a chance to reach the city. Today, there were strange rumblings which alarmed everybody. "Cygnus, the old man continued, how can you still continue to fight without your right arm??" Some months ago, Cygnus had lost his arm to one of the creatures. They say that he has been changing in attitude since that day, and that his skills have been slowly decreasing. "I'll be fine." Turning around he said "Armed Guard, you are dismissed." As the crowd dispersed, a single armed soldier, clad in armor, entered a house. His legs and arms were covered in gold armor, a white shirt over his body, long blood hair covered his hair. A small girl with long blonde hair ran up and hugged him, "Faen! your home safe?" The blond warrior embraced his little sister and said, "Thank you, Ana, now tell me...where is Vynn?"
ooc: alright. Sorry I've been gone for so long. Rokuxion (my main) is pretty dormant for now. So, I thought i'd ask if I could introduce a new character, help spice-up the story a little bit. Though I need the eprmission of Doxyc, and if it is okay. . . . will someone please whisper me whats happening in the story right now? I'd like a recap of whate very character is currently doing.
Rokuxion's healing pod beeped at 10%, his wounds glowing a bright blue, his eyelids leaking white light.
Blinked as a bright hite flasdh shone through his eyes. He opened them and saw that he was in the basement of the castle. his vision blurred, he looked around. There, he saw doxyc in the pod, healing at 99%. Rokuxion smile,d his keyblade turning back into the katana. His armor vanished, leaving him shirtless, a large gash in the middle of his chest where the keyblade struck. Coughing up blood he pushed himself to one knee and looked at doxyc. He muttered something that could not be interpreted. Afterwards he smirked, then fell unconcious.
Rokuxion could not move from his position, as long as his swords were out, he could not move an inch. The keyblade flew towards him and struck him in the chest, sending him tumbling backwards. The blade cut right through his armer, smack dab in his chest. Falling to one knee he pulled the keyblade out and threw it to the ground, breathing heavily. His elft eye was closed, right eye dazed as he looked at Blade. "Doxyc will have light." As that was said, the place they were out began to crumble away, the fake reality ripping apart. Rokuxion floated in darkness, falling backwards onto the ground, eyes closed. when he opened them, he was in the front entrance of th e castle, chest bleeding. He had not known where Doxyc was taken.
Rokuxion glared at the approaching doxyc, he turned his body so his right foot was forward, body facing the right as well. He wuld shoot up his left hand, and then, the swords would spin around Blade and go for a combination of various slashes. Afterwards he would grip a fist and thrust it down, causing the blades to form a line and go for vertical slices, the blades saying in line. Opening his hands again he would thrust it forward, cuasing the blades to form a sphere around blade, all closing in on him at the closing of rokuxion's fists.
ooc: I'm going to start a Devil May Cry rp, if you are interested, PM me Rokuxion grunted as each attack met only air. He was fighting in Doxyc's heart, where Blade's strength and speed was amplified. It would take everything he had to eradicate this darkness, but he would not give up until the deed was done. Looking up, a dark blade came flying towards him. Leaping backwards, he would fall off the rock he was on, Blade's attack hitting the rock where he just was. He turned around to see the ground only inches away. Channeling energy into his hands, a sudden shield would appear above him. Falling to one knee, the rocks would finally begin to pile on and fall to the ground. As the building would stop collapsing, dust would spreas through out the area, the rain mixing with it and creating mud. As it drained throughout the dark city, beams of light would suddenly appear from the cracks of the rocks. A large explosion would occur form the rocks, and out would come Rokuxion, armor dirty, 7 large swords of light revolving around his body.
Scowled under his helmet, a shining light visible throughout his body. "shutup!" he demanded, pushing all his weight forward into a horizontal swing, not necessarily cutting him, but simply knocking him back, no harm done. He would leap forward, kicking offfrom rock to rock until he reached Doxyc, flipping upside down in mid air, he tilted his his wrist to the elft, causing the blade to tilt as well, coming in for a stab, he would spin and land, blade point facing down. tilting his wrists to the right and slashing diagonally, the blade would zoom up at a fast place., he would spin to the right,a round doxyc's body into a horizontal slice. Afterwards, a rock would hover above the one he and rokuxion were standing on. Taking this opportunity, Rokuxion would leap up, standing upside down on the rock. He would slash like this with one hand, quick slashes, barbaric and reckless, aiming for Blade's shoulders. This would only last for a moment, afterwards, the rock would collide with another, forcing rokuxion to dive back down. He kicked off and spun his body, landing on the ground, kneeled behind doxyc. At this time, he would go for a low slash for Blade's heel, slicing the achillies tendon if impact was made. This would disable Blade movement if the attack had landed.
Rokuxion's blade would strike the barrier, and as it did, the barrier shot an explosion that destroyed the skyscraper even more, casing large tumbling rocks to fall down.Rokuxion had parts of his armor blasted off during the explosion, though he caught his footing onto of a falling rock. He could see Blade, who was on another rock at the moment as well. Rokuxion jumped, blade in hand, and slashed through the first few rocks, landing on larger platforms after each slice. As he approached Doxyc's rock. He jumped and came in for a lunge, tilting his wrist and bringing it up for a diagonal slash. He would bring it down the opposite way diagonally, Then go for various horizontal slashes back and forth.
Rokuxion flung out his hand, the light taking form of a firaga once again. The firaga shot at the building top, causing an explosion. The entire skyscraper began to collapse, large chunks of stone and materials falling down towards blade. Rokuxion was hidden somewhere in the dust and stone, however, at random point she would slice through the rocks and go for several slashes to blade. Once every while he would dissapear throughout the tumbling building's decay and appear at random points, slashing several times at different angles. It would be hard for blade to block since the dust of the building would blind him, and the tumbling rocks would harm him as they came down. This would give Rokuxion a dramatic advantage.
Rokuxion blocked the oncoming assault, the final slice knocking him back, sliding across the ground. As the thundagas came he held out his keyblade, the tip glowing with light. Then, the 5 orbs began to circulate the tip one again. One by one the thundagas fired, canceling out doxyc's thundagas. The effects of the thundagas hitting, caused rain to scatter throughout the area, as well as explosions coming. Rokuxion jumped back against the skyscraper and began to glide up it, approaching the top, where he charged energy into his hand once again.
ooc: yeah, though the darkness subconcious manifested a world that never was replica. since..thats their last battleground, i figured it would be appropriate
Rokuxion would raise his left hand, the rain pouring down even harder. Light surged around his left hand, soon combusting into fire. The keyblade in his right hand would shimmer, and with a sudden flick, he would fire a fireball at blade. however, the fireball would shoot low, causing a small explosion as well as dust kicking. up, gliding in in a fast jump, Rokuxion would zoom ins winging his keyblade. He would spin around in the air, a 720 spin, getting higher in the air each second he spun. He would then come down with a vertical slice, still levitating. He would swing back and forth, swinging his keyblade horizontally. At one final horizontal, he pushed all his weight ot that one side, causing him to spin around. He would go for a stab during this time, the keyblade pulling his weight down to the ground. There he would bring it diagonally up and ruch in at point blank for a knee kick, his armored legs/knee adding pain. From then he would bring his keyblade down and attempt for a strong vertical slice going up his body, knocking him back in effect.
ooc: you dare spit at meh???? NEVER D< xD Rokuxion smiled at Doxyc, "doxyc..." he said laughing, "I remembered your promise...this isn't over." Closing his eyes, both their bodies would begin to glow, then suddenly, rokuxion was in a void of doxyc's darkness, he, the only glowing thing in the entire realm. however, ahead of him he saw the abomination, a pale heartless who's power had grown beyond control. There he saw blade. "We're going to end this!!" he cried, fists full of rage. He then held out his katana, the blade glowing and exploding in a burst of light, his entire body glowing. Rokuxion then appeared in a full case of blue and white enigmatic knights armor. He had blue pauldrons on his shoulders with white feathers pocking out of the edges, a long, flowing blue cape behind him, a white crown other cape. His katana had transformed into his keyblade, the Rebirth keyblade. "PREPARE TO DIE!" he called. This would be the final battle. The darkness would take shape, and form into the world that never was, the sky black and stormy . even if this was all subconscious, the loser would die, whether it be blade or Rokuxion. The dark realm would begin to produce rain, heartless watching the battle from a distance. ooc: i gtg, dinner, bbl
