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MOK YOUR AVATAR DOESNT HAVE A SANTA HAT YOU'RE THROWING OFF THE GROOVE OF MY PEOPLE YOU FOLLOW ON THE FORUMS

NO GABI HOW DARE YOU SUGGEST THIS GAWD
seriously though, i hardly ever care about anything

Equipping sweet memories

Why do you hate me?
Making me choose between these....fine. Signing up for Camelot in hopes of the keyblade we get

Beuce watched as Ananta ate her food, waiting patiently. She ate ravenously, devouring the food. Honestly, he found it kind of hot. "No prob."

Inside, Beuce did a victory dance that he'd succeeded. He knew that flower was a good idea. He followed behind Ananta, with his best sympathetic listener expression on. He was a very good actor. "So, An. What's on your mind? Something in your last world i'm assuming?"

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Beuce managed a weak smile as Enox and Caleb appeared in front of him, followed by Ananta. It was weak, but that cocky air seemed to have returned to him. "Stupid? You don't know the half of it." He said right after Ananta had insulted Enox. She was trying to pull him away, but he shrugged her off. His expression said that this battle wouldn't take long. "My hair is gray because apparently the gods have a death star and Panzer Dusche over here seems to have the launch codes. Doesn't feel too great. You tend to walk away with some gray hairs and wrinkles after something like that. But lucky me, i also walked away with a new toy." He grinned. Enox, if he knew what happened when you survived the light of judgement, would know what he was talking about. Beuce had received a blessing. Not just any blessing, a gift from the god king himself, Odin. He raised his left hand, in a brilliant flash, He held a 7 foot long lance. "GUNGNIR!" He yelled, because yelling what you're doing always helps somehow. With a heavy thrust, he hurled the godly lance straight at Enox.

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Xindai seemed utterly unphased by everything happening around him, including the new challenger. "Hello Sabell. Your sister has told me so much about you. Well, not told me, but i got the information from her nonetheless." He taunted. Though he spoke to Sabell, the taunt was intended for Xero. "Fighting me won't be quite as much fun as you think. Choking on your own blood as your worst memories appear before you again and again is less than pleasant, i'm told." He said with a slight grin. His expression was deadly, and his gaze told that he meant everything he was saying. More than one had died before him in exactly that manner. ​

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"If you believe it right, then strike at me with every ounce of power you have!" R called, his voice now deeper and more sinister, more befitting of a heartless. Yet still, his expressionless tone carried through. He raced forward so quickly it looked like he'd simply teleported. He swung a longsword made of darkness in an upward arc, but this was not one of his ordinary weapons. The darkness it was made from felt older...more primordial. As it traveled through the air, a dark wind was expelled from it, sucking the oxygen out of the area and creating a temporary vacuum. The names of these weapons no longer simply stated their manner of creation and their purpose. These were ancient and powerful techniques, only available to one who had achieved true mastery of darkness. This particular blade...a weapon which drank all the air from around it, leaving its victim choking on the nothingness...Boido no Iki, Breath of the Void. ​

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Beuce was about to reply with a taunting response to Glen, but Ananta passed by. By the looks of things, she was rather depressed about something, crying and whatnot. "Glen, i'd love to stay and chat about your hun fetish, but if you'll excuse me, i have a skirt to chase. Armor, whatever." He quickly followed after Ananta. This was the perfect time to make a move. Was it wrong to take advantage of her emotional distress for personal gain? Absolutely. Did Beuce care? Not really no. Shortly before entering the room and the sight of anyone in it, Beuce put on his best "What's wrong? Come talk to Beucey." face. Convincing expression, check. Comforting gift, check. He walked into the room.

Upon entering, he noticed Eon was already there trying to cheer her up. 'Eon you little...Twice a twelve year old screwed up me scoring. It's okay Beuce, you can still do this.' His expression didn't let on the fact he didn't want Eon there, and he walked over to Ananta. "What's wrong?" He said convincingly. "I know it won't fix your problem, but while i was in my last world...I got something for you." He pulled the painted rose from his pocket. The paint had slightly worn, giving the edges a white tint, but that just added to the beauty of it. He placed it in her hands. "So, want to talk about it?"

I'd like to spend one point on Power and 5 crowns on 1 magic

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Beuce stayed firm as the massive pillar of destructive light approached. His face remained straight, even as it made contact. There were no words to describe the pain. His entire body felt like it was being torn to shreds on a molecular scale. His very soul was burning. Sweat poured off his face. Eventually even his mind felt as though it was going to break. Finally, a cold sensation washed over him, which likely meant the pain was so intense it had overloaded his senses. At last, the light ceased. He lay there on his knees, his white hair now a much duller shade of gray and his face looking like he'd aged about 10 years in the few seconds he was in that light. For a second, he sat there. He didn't think he could move. His whole body felt like it wasn't even there. For all he knew, it might not have been. His mind was aching from the stress, perhaps he'd died. But the little bit of thought he could manage returned to Ananta...and Enox. He couldn't die now. The hunger for revenge gave him the strength to stand. I will be your deadman! He pressed his keyblade into the ground, using it as a cane to stand. Every ounce of energy in his body was gone. He wasn't really sure what was keeping him together, his mind was too weary to think about it. He made out one thing past the ringing of his ears. ​

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"Blizzaga!"​

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Called the familiar voice. There was no mistaking it. Though he was dead on his feet, he put one of them in front of the other. It was a slow process, but he was making his was over to the canyon. Several times, his knees buckled underneath him and he fell to the ground, but every time, one though got him back up. She was there... ​

"Ananta..." ​

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Xindai didn't look the least bit surprised as Xero was impaled with a keyblade from behind. He knew full well it was going to happen. He skillfully dodged several of the arrows Lysa shot at him. She was beginning to irritate him. He took out his glaive and gave it a hard toss in her direction, but it flew past her. To all but those who knew Xindai's tactics extremely well, it would simply look like a poorly aimed shot, but this was far from the case. He'd thrown the glaive to get it out of sight. From afar, he manipulated it with his telekinetic powers, bringing it full circle. He curved around the group stealthily, and finally showed itself. One of the blades was pressed just against the top of Azurite's spine. If he tried the slightest move, it would be quick enough to pierce it and paralyze him from the neck down. "I'd suggest you take your own advice, boy." He gestured for Lysa to stand down. In essence, he had take Azurite hostage. ​

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"Spare me your idle fantasies of being some sort of great defender, protecting the worlds from monsters like myself. You know nothing of me." R said in a tone not unlike the one Louvel had used. "When one is burned by the light, i am the shade which covers them. Your sisters were no different. I did not manipulate them, so do not speak as though you know the truth." R glared at Louvel. It seemed that the lights were all finally being drawn into the Canyon, as planned. He needed to draw this battle with Louvel to a close rather quickly. "Now then, wielder of the holy sword, the clash between us shall be the decisive battle in this war. The loser will take their entire force with them, having failed to protect them from the winner." ​

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R closed his eyes, concentrating on what he was about to do. He was a heartless. By nature, he was a killer. The change at the start was subtle, but definitely there. The air around R, the feeling he gave off, had changed. An aura of quiet, dark power began to flow from him. It grew and grew until it was so intense, the very ground beneath him turned black as night. ​

Spoiler: music

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Finally, a storm began to gather overhead as R flew into the eye of it, directly above him. It was as though all the darkness in the world were gathering into one incredible being. It seeped into him, giving him strength. This was the true nature of a heartless, and this was R giving into his nature. Every time he used this form, it was harder to return from. This time, he wasn't certain he could do it. But that came later. For now, he had to finish this war. Engulfed in a massive pillar of darkness, R changed into his last, true, and most powerful state. "Final Darkness..." He uttered. When he burst forth from the black pillar, he donned a mask, covering the top of his face and two massive wings of shadow. His appearance hadn't changed much, but the feeling he gave off was completely different. He felt like the incarnation and deliverer of death itself, as though loss was entirely inevitable. And this wasn't far from the truth. ​

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OOC: Since they're no longer in world, changing colors.

Beuce glanced over at Glen, who arrived and called him a smartass. He chuckled at how much of an understatement that was. "Oh you know, just grew to enormous size, gained strength to surpass Karina, and flattened a dragon into the ground in one hit. I dunno what we were on, but that world was ten and a half kinds of crazy." Beuce then raised an eyebrow, noticing that glen was somewhat beaten up. "Geez what happened to you? You look like a hun and his pet bird bent you over and did what they pleased." Beuce noted. It was a very, very lucky guess as to what happened.

The Lockheed SR-71 Blackbird

Beuce looked slightly confused as Base apologized to him, but soon found out why he did so. "Sorry? Wha- GAH!" Beuce yelled as he was pinched. He reflexively and "accidentally" swung his hand at base's face, making for a backhanded slap. Immediately afterwards, he awoke, finding himself sitting on his glider in the sea of skies/lanes between/subspace/whatever the hell you want to call it. the big greenish-blue cloudy place that seperates the worlds. He looked around, somewhat confused as to where he was momentarily. Then, he looked down to see the Land of Departure below him, and the others floating around him on their gliders. "Well, that's convenient." he noted to himself.

From seemingly nowhere, a voice rang out from behind the group and called out an unusual Pokemon..."Bidoof!" As it was called, a pokeball arrived, which was claimed by a white haired man in a red jacket. He had arrived late, on the same boat as Amethyst. "Aw yeah!" said Beuce, tossing the pokeball and releasing the Pokemon inside. Sure enough, out popped a plump, brown, and buck-toothed Pokemon. Immediately, he plucked it off the ground and pulled both a pair of sunglasses and a miniature coat to match his. After stuffing the bidoof into the jacket and laying the sunglasses in his face, he raised the stylishly dressed Pokemon into the air. "I shall call him...Beucedoof!" [DOUBLEPOST=1386108084][/DOUBLEPOST]From seemingly nowhere, a voice rang out from behind the group and called out an unusual Pokemon..."Bidoof!" As it was called, a pokeball arrived, which was claimed by a white haired man in a red jacket. He had arrived late, on the same boat as Amethyst. "Aw yeah!" said Beuce, tossing the pokeball and releasing the Pokemon inside. Sure enough, out popped a plump, brown, and buck-toothed Pokemon. Immediately, he plucked it off the ground and pulled both a pair of sunglasses and a miniature coat to match his. After stuffing the bidoof into the jacket and laying the sunglasses in his face, he raised the stylishly dressed Pokemon into the air. "I shall call him...Beucedoof!"

Since apparently this rp is like sex-flavored candy only better....
Name: Beucefilous Alexander (Beuce for short)
Username: Beucefilous
Gender: the manliest man.
Character sheet: Black
Age: 19
Region of Origin: Kanto
Favorite Pokemon: Charizard
Prefered Type: Fire and Ghost
Idol: Brock, because he's so good he can battle, walk, and desperately hit on women with his eyes closed.
Appearance: ●
Height: 6"2

Why thank you.

But won't they taste like wax?
Oh you meant...
oh.

Username: Beucefilous
Name: Enkidu
Age: 28
Side (The Passing, The Resistance, or in between?) : Resistance
Appearance: http://static1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20111123212537/typemoon/images/0/0d/EaEnkidu.jpg
Personality: Eccentric, somewhat reckless, hard to read.
Brief Bio: One of the founders of the resistance. Thought to be dead, killed in the raid on the base (the reason Zane was exiled).
Magic/Powers (Does not have to know any magic if you prefer that) : Destruction Magic. A very powerful magic which is considered one of the most dangerous there is, but is extremely hard to control, as it doesn't discriminate between friend and foe, or even it's wielder. The runes on his body contain it, making it less powerful but also more contained.
Weapon (Again, optional) : Drill sword and spike on a chain(as seen in picture)
Additional Information: Had a thing for Skadi.

"Why Xero, i'm touched that you'd come to my aid." Xindai said sarcastically, taunting the girl. His eye caught the thing that hung around her neck. So that's who R gave it to hm? An interesting turn of events...Something needed to be done about this. For the moment, she seemed to be helping him. Until they got to the canyon, at least. He had a plan for then. He dashed forward toward Lysa, lifting a large rock with his powers above his head. With a spin, the massive pillar of rock was shot at her. Its main purpose, getting her ever close to the canyon.

"Dawn, Lead your father and enemy to the canyon. There, he will die like all the rest of them."



R looked as calm as usual, but seemed to be watching something off in the distance. "Speaking of your siblings, it seems Kaya has fallen. If left unattended, she will surely perish. Xapphires, Juliet, you will help her. I'll deal with Louvel." R said in a tone which implied it wasn't exactly a suggestion. This would be a trying fight, and he knew it. Yet still, out of all those under his command, Kaya had been his first pupil. She held a special place in his heart. Heh. What heart was there to speak of? He was a heartless. A creature born of pure darkness, made to destroy. If all he could do was destroy, then he'd at least protect someone with that skill. He walked forward, advancing on the wielder of Excalibur.


Beuce simply glared at Enox. He'd seen Mediguard before, and he knew that if he attacked it'd heal him. Yet if he didn't, he'd take a severe amount of damage. He made his decision. He grabbed the other keyblade which Caleb had tossed to him, hoping it had the same effect. "Thanks." He said simply. He mirrored his stance with the repilca keyblade, so it was now symmetrical. He released his index and middle finger from the grasp, then made a gesture that said "come on".





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