How does one request a pin?
on the contrary, i like the idea.
No one actually got a chance to beat up Beuce before a note came fluttering in the wind. He sniffed the air. He knew that scent well. It was the smell of dust off a freshly broken fourth wall. A message from another version? That didn't happen often. There were serious regulations against that. He opened it and began reading it to himself under his breath. "Camelot...had to pee...Ananta...Future self...Hasn't made refere-" Beuce stopped mid sentence as the gravity of what he was reading washed over him. What he had almost been pulled into. He looked over at Ananta with a look of shock on his face. He would never see her the same way again...His only hope for a good future was to melt the ice queen's heart.
Though he had enough control not to show any signs of it, Xindai felt a sting in his mind at the terrain being ripped up by the world break. He needed to get rid of the Lucrix, and perhaps Ananta as well. Why not both in one go? As interesting as their minds were, the two were more trouble than they were worth. "You speak of gods and all powerful creatures which will descend and destroy all, but what do you really know of them? Their power is beyond anything you can possibly imagine. This war, it's pointless. Without me, none of you will survive. I don't care how much power you have. All of you combined is a drop on the ocean which is kingdom hearts. I have fought the agents themselves. Chaos and Omega. There is only one way to defeat them in combat, and it's been shattered into twenty pieces. My abilities are the only hope there is left. So, why don't you spare yourself death and join me?" Xindai once again implemented his persuasive capabilities to their fullest extent, but not in the way you would think. Lucrix had his mind being implanted with ideas that joining Xindai was the correct course of action. As though it should be the obvious choice. Meanwhile Ananta was being steered toward the opposite choice. If all went as planned, they would stand on opposite sides as equally powerful foes. Even should one prevail as the victor, they would stand no chance against the dark creator. Falling from the sky was a red beam of light. It hit the ground at high velocity, causing a dust cloud to shoot up. A shadow rose from a kneeling position within it. A deep voice called out from within. Spoiler: Enter "Anta. I trust you've been taking care of thi-" "Man that was an AWESOME entrance!" Called the normal Beuce, interrupting his future self. "Where do i live in the future? What's my life like? Did you actually break the record for most references in a day? Of course that last one was a stupid question." Beuce paused for a moment, looking as though a thought had struck him which had never occurred to him before. "...Do you ever figure out why we pick Ananta?" The older Beuce didn't answer for a moment. You could see it there in his eyes. He hadn't picked Ananta. Ananta had picked him. Ever since that fateful day in Camelot where she needed to pee. That was where his life had hit the point of no return. "Reference...I used to know that word...The nostalgia...I haven't made a reference in years..." A look of horror washed over Beuce's face and he dropped to his knees. This..this was how he ended up? No...NO! it wasn't possible! This couldn't be true. It had to be some sick cruel abridged post put on by the vengeance of Rienzel, but no. There were no spoiler tags around this post. This was real. This is what Ananta did to him...If only he had pursued Karina...No. This was too much. He wouldn't let it be true. Beuce gripped his keyblade, wiping a tear from his eye. He charged forward and ran it through this new arrival's chest. The look he received in return wasn't a look of surprise or anger. It was a smile, thanking him for doing what he didn't have the courage to do anymore. Take his hand off the blade, he turned to finish the job. He pulled from his pocket a piece of paper and a pen. He began scribbling down a message, a warning to his SOS self. He had to go down the Karina route. Plot be damned, he wasn't going to let it turn out this way. Beuce would end up with Karina, and that was final. He summoned up all the strength in his body, and shoved his hand through the fourth wall, groaning from the sheer effort of putting a solid object into another rp. When it was done, he was drenched with sweat, but his SOS self had been warned. His life...He wouldn't let it go down that path. Not again.
Beuce peered around the corner along with the party. He completely ignored most of what they were saying. "Okay, you guys take the giant four armed guy, and i'll seduce the other one. Good? Good." He said, not giving them a chance to respond. Walking out from behind the corner as suavely as humanly possible, he approached Nequa. He put an arm around her and began spewing cheesy pickup lines such as "Pick a weapon, because you just dove right into my heart." Needless to say, he likely had roughly the same chances of survival as Glen.
But krowley does. SEND ME TO THE DUNGEON I LIKE IT KINKY!
Just posting this one for now. Username: Beucefilous Name: Damion Age: 30 Gender: Male Appearance: http://oi62.tinypic.com/1zpnz4m.jpg Power: Enhanced durability. Abilities: Hand to bone combat expert. Peak physical condition. Yeah i know you wouldn't think so. Go figure. Flexible. Can generally remain unseen if desired. Cannot feel pain whatsoever. Weapons: His own right arm. Strengths: Incredible endurance, near immune to psychological warfare Weaknesses: Completely insane. Extremely murderous. Very reckless, Has a phobia of old women. Starting Area: Idenshi Bio: When he was 5, he learned why your parents tell you not to talk to strangers. An old woman by the name of Haggis (Also know as Hag ass) abducted him and his brother Darius. She held them in an underground dungeon which she somehow managed to build with no one noticing. Like seriously, you'd think the construction workers would be like "why does she need a dungeon?" but no. Small children were kidnapped and paid the price for the construction workers' stupidity. She held them in said dungeon and tortured them on a daily basis. What a *****. Anyways, tortured them, blah blah blah, like 25 years later they enacted the plan they had thought of to escape. Being devoid of weapons, they sharpened their own arm bones and made their escape. Now they're loose in the city. Other: Brother of Darius. Ex-prisoner of Haggis (yes i know she's not even in it). Owner of Hare (the name of his arm weapon) ~Character sheet read by Beuce
The projection looked up at Xero's newest transformation because she didn't have enough of those already. This one looked like it would hurt a bit...He honestly doubted that winning this fight was possible, so he'd shell out as much damage as he could before he went down. A dark aura radiated around him. It grew before collecting onto his body, then dispersed in a black light, Leaving Gexln in a solid black state with glowing yellow eyes. His weapons had disappeared, but were replaced with claws. He was extremely vulnerable in this state. Likely a single hit would be enough to do him in, but the trouble was getting that hit in. With blinding speed, he nigh teleported to Xero's location and delivered a massive flurry of open fisted punches. R didn't seem at all surprised that Sabell was still fighting. As they were bound by Xindai's will, the projections would fight until the death, whether they actually felt pain or not. He could hear the cries of Sapphire, claiming that it had not been him who betrayed her. Xindai...He would pay for doing this to her. Thoughts insisting he had failed the girl pounded at the doors of his mind, but he fought them off. He looked around. Louvel couldn't hold off the soldiers much longer, and Gexln seemed to be having trouble with Valinton. He had to end his fight quickly if he were to aid them. He summoned two katanas and raced forward at Sabell. As he struck, a shadow projection of himself appeared above the girl and struck down before disappearing. Sustaining a full projection of himself for any more than a single motion took immense concentration. If he did, he wasn't certain he could fend off the mental assault on him. He continuously struck at Sabell with considerable skill. As he near broke through her defenses, something caught his eye. The squad of the dark armies over by sapphire. She was in no position to defend herself. Without a second thought, he abandoned the fight against Sabell and deflected the blow coming toward the young girl. As quickly as he could, he slew the projection, but his fastest wasn't enough. No sooner had that projection fallen, he felt the teeth of a keyblade rend deeply across his back. He groaned in pain as the black substance which acted as his blood hit the ground with a splat sound. He turned and took the projection out, but the damage had been done. The Dark Creator didn't seem at all surprised at the appearance of the feminine man behind him. He didn't even turn to look. Instead he simply commanded a group of about 5 mystics to form a barrier around him to protect him from the dark orb. Unflinching he stared into the explosion and responded to the man behind him. "Is that so, Lucrix?" Said the nobody. Even before the barriers within Lucrix's mind had been formed, he had been prying into their thoughts. Even now, it was a dam of twigs against a raging flood. It was bound to break. This man, he was just another pretender. However, perhaps a useful one. Beuce was kind of surprised to see older Ananta show up. So that's what she'd look like in the future. It was...kind of disappointing honestly. I mean really, what's wrong with her right hand? It didn't really matter. He forgot all about her when he saw something red approaching them from the sky. He instantly knew what it was. However, he had no idea the horror that awaited him upon its arrival...
Beuce honestly wanted to stay and ask Merlin some questions about the future. Like what kind of person would he be later on. Hah. Foreshadowing for a different RP...Or would he end up with Karina instead of Eon? She was pretty, if a bit of a she-dog...Okay, more than a bit...Okay, biggest one there is, but still i'm sure she had a reason for being like that. Then there was Ananta, she seemed somewhat interested in him. Maybe. Who knew? Merlin. that's who. Beuce made a mental note to return to Merlin and have him tell him about the future. Like maybe something about the night he went back...Nah, that's crazy. When would Beuce ever be time traveling? Foreshadowing ftw. He turned and glanced over to wart. He sure didn't look like a heroic spirit...Anyways, off to the town square for some plot.
(Ooc: I apologize for lack of formatting, but i am far far too lazy) Beuce too wasn't at all surprised by the sudden appearance and assassination of Gehenna. After all, he had seen him...her...him dressed as a her (i don't judge) multiple times. Apparently they REALLY wanted flame dead. Regardless of how many times they were killed, the shadowy assassins always seemed to come back. Luckily enough, an old battle bunny friend of theirs had saved the day. "Gex! Buddy! Ah i missed you ya little homicidal psychopath!" Beuce said, wrapping an arm around Gexln's neck and rubbing his knuckles into his head through his bunny helmet. Roman floated over the dead body of Calor. He had been unable to defend such a noble creature, and the loss weighed heavily on him. He considered Calor to be one of his only friends in Inranahé. Nevertheless, he figured it best to report the death and attempted assassination to Flame. He set off in the direction of her home. The Gehenna with Sasha visibly smirked under his mask. "Weather magic huh? That's a neat little trick. Don't think i've ever seen one'a those before. Man, you're a cute one." He grinned slyly, walking over to her and placing his arm against the wall next to her. "I just don't feel right killing a pretty little gem like yourself." He paused. His exact intentions with her were unclear, but one thing was certain. She wasn't going to like them. "But i'll get over it!" With that, he drew a knife and plunged it at her neck. The hunched old man knew his battle against the hellknight would end in death, that much was unavoidable. But that didn't mean some damage couldn't be done before he went down. With a leap that betrayed his elderly appearance, Gehenna spun and tossed multiple thin, razor sharp needles at Vladimir. The arm that threw them was caught in the inferno and instantly lost use. However, the man seemed unphased by the pain.
Gexln's double lay on the ground for a second, dazed at the kicking which had just been delivered to his hind quarters. He got up in time to see her charging a massive black orb. That looked like it wouldn't be pleasant. Energy like that generally tends to explode when thrown. So...What if something were to set that off prematurely? Taking his keyblade, he hurled it spinning right into the center of the dark mass, hoping it would detonate above his opponent. R dodged the katana enough to avoid a direct hit, yet still took a cut to the arm. A black liquid ran down the side of it like blood. He didn't take much note to the pain, but instead shot his empowered Dark Firaga at the projection up in the air. The spell itself came with a homing feature, so that made it a bit harder to avoid. In all likelyhood, she would block it, leaving her open to attack momentarily. He hurled his spear straight at her, in hopes of taking advantage of this temporary opening. Xindai had nearly forgotten how strong his power of suggestion was within this mental realm. One little sentence and already her iron will was bending. 'You don't really believe i was in that forest by chance do you? R set you up. He said you were useless to him, so he staged a rescue. I rob you of your heart, and he valiantly risks himself to preserve you mind, thus securing your loyalty and possibly getting you a bit more control over the darkness. To think, it actually worked too. You turned against your own family out of loyalty to the man who wronged you worse than anyone.' "Oh i was just punched okay..." He said quietly. Apparently this kid was his son. I know in that last post i was said he must've had a sexy dad, but not even Beuce realized what an understatement that was. Plus apparently things were bad out there. Summoning his own keyglider, he got on it. "Kid, i been riding these things since you were a twinkle in your dads eye. my eye. whatever. Think you can pass up your old man?" He jeered, revving his glider and taking off out of the cave which was apparently the safest place ever for healing. "Oh, and by the way, I'm editing this into the post, but what's wrong with your face? it looks like someone just drew a little red X on it in paint."
The projection evaded the shock waves by traveling through the corridor. He glared at the original of him. Being a replica of Gexln, he'd want nothing more than to fight his other, but his orders were to kill Xero. Orders were absolute. Utilizing some of the dark power granted to him by Xindai, he shot forward at her. A quick swipe of darkess' sorrow and his keyblade in an X patter was delivered. R blocked and parried the winds which came at him with considerable skill. His expression stern and emotionless as always. Since a spear generally had a longer range than a sword, he had the advantage in this situation. Extending his spear to the sky, if Sabell proceeded with the attack she'd be skewered before she reached him. However, he was prepared to alter his strategy in the event of something going astray. While fighting, he slowly began charging a dark energy for an empowered dark firaga. A hit from that would kill ordinary people. Xindai stood atop the spire. So far, he wasn't directly intervening in any of the fights. The likelyhood they'd survive his armies was practically nonexistant, but one could never be too careful. The light of willpower was a strong force. The girl he'd attacked in the forest..he could sense her determination to serve R. That made her dangerous. Her trust was a tie that must be severed. 'Poor girl, blindly following one who has betrayed you so.' The icy grip of his powers pried into her subconscious, ready to plant seeds of doubt. Inside this place, not even R was able to block out his mind reading powers. Here, he was a god. "Whowhatwhere?" Beuce stammered as he regained consciousness and sat up. Next to him he saw a boy with green hair. Cute kid. Must've had one sexy piece of father. Plus he was holding a crystal like Ananta's. Fancy that. No, seriously, that was a trendy necklace. "Like i always say, if it doesn't make you look good it's not worth doing." Okay, I'll admit, he never actually said that, but it seemed like something he'd say. In any case, he thought back to before when he tried to fight R and got his ass handed to him. To be fair he was still pretty injured. Plus R got a lucky shot. If he was at full health, Beuce woulda won that. He must've passed out, i mean gotten knocked unconscious because only girls pass out, from the extremely luck shot R got in which was luck and nothing else whatsoever. This kid probably healed him. "Hey, you're that kid that revived Ananta...Now you helped me out too. Thanks. Name's Beuce. How 'bout you? No no wait! Let me guess...Jeff. No, Sebastian!"
R dodged to the side, taking a small cut on his cheek from the katana. A black substance leaked down from the wound. His reflexes kicked in as he repeatedly dodged the slashes, but was unable to counter for the moment. "Xepphiras." He began in his usual tone, if with a slight more sense of urgency. "You are to support me from a range with your magic skills." Ordered the heartless as he summoned a long spear. A dark wind swirled around him and burst outward, blowing back all around him temporarily. His eyes quickly honed in on the projection which had attacked him. This one enemy shouldn't pose much of a problem, but he feared that it would be far from just her he'd be fighting. Xindai looked down on those beneath him. He raised one hand straight above, then thrust it forward as though to signal a charge. The ground began rumble. The cause of such grew closer by the second. In the distance, an army beyond comparison approached. The collective force of their footsteps causing the quake in the earth. "Behold, the innermost reaches of my mind. The fortress of thought. I remember them all. Everyone who has ever served my will. They all exist as they did in this mental realm. I call upon their memory to serve me once again!" Spoiler The massive army stopped all at once, awaiting a command from their master. Xindai let out a low chuckle. He didn't even need to think. They weren't coming to his side any time soon, so they were nothing but pests to be annihilated "Slaughter them." On that order, they began a charge. Yells echoed throughout the land as they summoned their keyblades. Many charged forward in their armor, ready to overwhelm them with physical blows. While others let loose a volley of dark magic to rain down upon them. The projection of Gexln leaped downward at Xero. As much as he wanted to challenge the other him, he was only a projection. He had no real will of his own. Xindai's will was absolute. He sped past him, shooting a glare his way. With a powerful dark force behind it, he swung darkness' sorrow downward at her body, attempting to cut her in half. He knew the likelyhood of this work was slim, so beneath them a dark corridor formed because Gexln loves abusing those.
R glared at Louvel as he slapped Xapphires. He knew what he was trying to do. He figured she was in some sort of trance and tried to wake her from it. "Xapphires. This man was your brother." He told her honestly. If she was to follow him, her loyalty would be earned, not won through deceit. He knew her memories were missing, so he would help her regain them. "Will you stand with me, even against your family?" He asked her. With the resolve she had now, he didn't doubt that her answer would be yes. However, there was no time to answer. He looked and saw Xindai utilizing the fullest extent of his powers. This would be a hard fought battle. "Do i need to remind you the price of disloyalty?" Xindai said as he wedged Gexln's jaw between his foot and the ground. "You've just made yourself an enemy you won't live to regret having." Taking his foot off of the nobody's face, he raised him up with telekinetic power and flung him at Xero. "Whether you like it or not, you can't get out of our deal so easily. Because you took my offer, Xero will die. And i'm going to make you watch. You get all your power from the darkness and your keyblade, but you're just a faker. A pretender to know how to wield my creations. Allow me to show you the true power of a nobody." The very space around him seemed to bend and contort. Like the waves of heat rolling off a burning fire. He radiated dark power. All the world threatening wielders of this power, Xehanort, Ansem, Maleficent, Dane, they were all but pretenders to a single throne. The darkness would only ever serve one master. He turned his back to all the others, and stood in the center of the canyon. He raise his left hand. In it appeared an orb as black as the night itself. This was the very core of all darkness. The original and most powerful darkness. "Inwonahé: Cetatea de gândire!" In one swift motion, he spun around and swiped it across the air. It expanded and engulfed the entire area in a black sphere. When their vision returned to them, they were in a completely different area. The keyblade graveyard was nowhere in sight. A massive black fortress stood center of this arena. A few there had seen it before. It was Inwonahé. No longer in ruins, restored to its full glory. Xindai stood atop the spire in its center, looking down on the others with a grin as though to say he had already won.
Xindai dodged the blows with inhuman skill. While it was impossible to dodge all the attacks, he parried a great many of them down to small cuts. "For all your power, you're pitiful at using it. No earth splitting waves of light? No Avalon? Pathetic." The dark creator taunted. His persuasive words would seep into Louvels mind, perhaps ever cracking down on his resolve and making him doubt himself. As the thoughts of all the others came flooding into his mind, he could tell R was making his approach. It was finally nearing the time. All three of his greatest threats would be in one place. Then, they'd realize how little power meant when you hadn't the will to use it. The world's heartless strode calmly forward. Looking at Lysa's ring of gravity surrounding the fight, he didn't even need to think as to the solution. Going through that would be suicide. So he would walk in the footsteps of shadows. The pathways created for those who knew not the light. Without pausing whatsoever, a dark corridor appeared in front of him and his young companion and he walked through. Emerging beneath the battle between Louvel and Xindai, he glared upwards. "Dark creator...Too long in this world have you lived. You are no immortal. You must come to an end eventually." His scarf blew behind him in the wind as his hair barely covered one eye. His voice lowered into a more whispered tone. "For nothing...Is never ending."
Beuce wasn't surprised she had tanked his storm strike. She was tanky as all hell. It took a lot more than that to bring her down. So, he waved his hand and in front of him two layers of a shield appeared. The layer closer to his opponent was an icy barrier that wouldn't hinder her attacks, but as it was passed through, a cold magic would shoot a chilling pain through her body each time. The second was an actual barrier which would defend him from her attacks for a short time. In the menatime, Meteors were promised. And meteors she would have. After casting a short incantation, a large flaming rock plummeted from a portal in the sky. He too was unaware of the assassin watching their fight. Because he can only see through basic stealth, not advanced. Roman was shocked. The person he had just been conversing with, a dragon no less, had just been slain by some unseen force. Shortly after the dagger left the hands of the unseen assassin. He sent a massive shockwave immediately in the general direction of it. It worked. The assassin was struck and knocked out of his invisible state. Without hesitation, spell rained down upon him with all the force of a great typhoon. The assassin was reduced to ash, but it was too late. his mission had been accomplished. Calor, the mighty dragon, was dead. The female incarnation of Gehenna with the duo in combat prowled around for a bit, inching closer so as not to be caught in the crossfire. This was their leader and, as rumor had it, her lover. Taking out either one of them would severely weaken their government. Both would be ideal. Ordinarily, attacking the magic user would be ideal, but he had a spell around him that made it harder to deal with. No, the girl would be the prime target. While she was tougher than most, a dagger to her throat would still do the trick. She lunged at her, dagger prepared to pierce her neck and be thrown at the next target. A more slender incarnation, one that stood tall and straight, revealed himself from stealth into the vision of the young bartender. "I'm impressed. Not many would be able to tell i was there. Not that it matters. You'll die anyway, but just out of curiosity, how did you do it?" The man with the skull mask wondered. A more elderly version who walked with a hunch was the one confronting Vladimir. He was more nimble than he looked as when his stealth broke, he had apparently completely evaded the attack. He seemed to be grinning through his mask as he let out a decrepit cackle. "A demon, yes. But not one of yours. I'm here to cheat them of your life by taking it myself"
Beuce stumbled backwards from the shield bash. He was seeing stars for a moment. He cast some form of magic to quite literally expel the stun from his body. In his skills bar, a chain skill showed up which he promptly activated. In a flash of light, he was gone. About 30 meters behind Flame, he reappeared. As he began to float, to magic sigils appeared on either side of him. After spinning wildly for a few seconds, the formed into drills of wind and launched themselves at flame with immense force. The second he landed, he began casting an ice spell to slow her approach. Prowling around the shadows of Inranahe was an assassin. However, this was no ordinary assassin. He could be everywhere at once. All the shadows around you would suddenly turn against you. Prowling around the two oldest beings in the country was one such incarnation. A bulky male version. He blended into the shadows so well, he was nigh invisible. Drawing a knife from his belt, he dashed forward and drove a knife into the dragon's throat. All throughout the city, each person had an incarnation of the hundred faced shadow stalking them. Yana, Vladimir, Beuce and Flame, none were without a ghost in their shadow.
Character name: Gehenna Creature type: (Angel, mutant, werewolf ect..) demon Faction: (Isidiuka or Inranahe) Isidiuka Age: 40 Picture or description: http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n8/NiNa_KiMi/fate stay night/True_Assassin.jpg Personality: Many different aspects Fears: A target escaping Hobbies: Murder Strengths: Stealth, quick kills Weapon: Throwing knives. Powers: He can see the vital weaknesses of his enemy's body and exploit them to the best extent. (basically his crit strike is high) Can blend into and travel via shadows. Can split his personality into multiple incarnations of himself Extra Info: Not much is known about his origins and dammit yes that means i was too lazy to make a damn backstory get off my back Theme song:
"Nah, you'll do great." Beuce said with a reassuring smile. "You're textbook rebel. Everyone loves a rebel." He said trying to convince her that the people liked her. "Besides. I'm pretty sure you're tanky enough for the whole country. Those Isidiukans don't stand a chance." With a laugh, he stood up and bowed. "A duel we'll have. Just don't expect any lack of meteors this time. Since we're in the back yard, i don't have to worry about wrecking your furniture." He grinned and walked out the back door, turned on the battle music, and pulled out his tome due to his weapon in his character sheet being changed. "Hope you're ready for this sparks. I don't know the meaning of the words "hold back". I should really google that one day..." Isidiuka looked up at Trevor, about to protest, but he knew better. Trevor wouldn't back down even if he did, so may as well just go along with it. Perhaps he was right. Maybe he did need to unwind a bit now and then. Draw your bowstring too tight and it's bound to snap. He stood and selected a game. A fighting game as it was. This was his area of expertise in the game world. 'the hell time period is this set in anyway?" Isidiuka placed the game into the console and began playing.
Wow, this is the first avatar in a while i couldn't tell it was you just by looking at it lol
