OOC: Be back in a minute.
OOC: I think I need a break from RPing...That's why I haven't been on that much. Anyhow, I will be writing the Ultimate Organization RP, I just don't have a title yet.
Tyre picked up the small picture. "Xardius....where are you?" The picture portrayed two men, one obviously Xardius, the other a tan man with dark hair and eyes, with the look of a veteran warrior in them. Both were smirking extravagantly. "Rune...who are you really? Mysteries are piling on mysteries...I wish Xardius were here to help me out. I have to know..." Tyre walked out of the room without a second glance, picking up a folder stuffed full of papers as he walked out.
OOC: I haven't read your story yet. So, you think I should put less detail in it and more plot. *sighs* I should post my chapter for the real book I'm writing and see what you guys think. My chapters are usually around 10 pages long, and they start out with detail and end with plot. So the next two parts of Chapter 2 will have more plot than detail. I just didn't want to write the whole thing at once. And it was rushed because I'm supposed to be doing other things at the moment.
OOC: I have a question...Why is this one's rating lower than Chapter 1?
OOC: Since Xardius has disappeared, I'm reduced to posting these...Xardius won't come back for a while. I'm doing this because I don't have a lot of time (too much homework and stuff), but I'll try my best. Here's Chapter 2, or Part 2, or whatever. The Saga of Xardius Chapter 2: Prelude to Trials Darius spun on his heel, his lightweight bamboo staff slapping out blow after blow. Rune’s eyes held determination as his own staff spun out Darius’ blows, and countering with his own. Darius gritted his teeth. He was determined to wipe that smug grin off Rune’s face. Every blow he unleashed, however, was blocked easily and countered with three of Rune’s own. Three long years had passed since the world barriers had appeared. Darius hadn’t seen any more of the strange beings Rune called Heartless since then. But then, he hadn’t seen much besides his farm and the desert in which he now resided with Rune. Rune said it was called the Chaotic Desert. Darius called it hell. The barren wasteland held pockets of water everywhere, and their camp was located near one. The water bubbled up in a rather large spring, feeding the small oasis. The food was good, if scarce, but Darius often opened himself to the option that this was the only life in this entire barren wasteland. Every day began before dawn with a run that ended with a rigorous routine of hand-to-hand combat against Rune. At first, it had started simple, a slow half mile run that ended with vigorous but easy training. Now the run consisted of over twenty miles in the hour allocated, and Rune attacked often without warning, hardly waiting for Darius to recuperate. Not that it mattered much in the long run, as Rune had explained one day. Darius would have been considered a master at hand-to-hand in anyone but Rune. There were two ways, Rune had taught at first, to go about fighting hand-to-hand. The first, and the easiest, is the “bull.†Requirements: Explosive power and heavy endurance against blows of other physically strong opponents. Summarization of Use: Smash into the opponents and overpower them quickly with your physical strength, knocking them to the earth cold before they can attack you. The second is the “viper.†Requirements: Agility, strength, endurance, and a level head. Summarization of Use: The viper was called by some to be the dance of death, and in Darius’ opinion, the flowing moves often seemed like a dance…a dance that could kill. Knowledge of pressure points and quick feet were needed to complete this combat stance. Other formal combat skills, such as karate, Rune had never bothered to master, as he had taken out masters of all those forms using his bull and viper. The verifiable jungle gym that Rune had set up shortly after arriving had to be finished three or four times before Rune was satisfied every morning. The stronger the body, he lectured, the stronger the mind. While Darius honed his body into a living weapon, Rune taught him everything: history, art, math, science, engineering, music, and other assorted skills. Darius had surprised Rune at his quick mind and wit, as he had surprised himself. Darius was on the final course of all skills, and Rune told him that he could probably confuse even professors of every art in his knowledge and skill, not to mention pound them to a pulp without trying. Darius had grown considerably in the last few years, topping Rune by nearly a full foot. Rune grumbled about that, but in turn, Darius couldn’t see where his 7.5 foot height got him. In fights, it often seemed more of a hinder than a help, as Rune’s smaller body moved quicker than Xardius could, and often produced more of a bulldog punch that Darius could manage. Long and lean, Darius had wide shoulders, only slightly wider than Rune’s. Darius’ flame red hair and blue eyes provided a strange contrast, and Rune had jokingly asked if he put gel in his hair every morning. Darius didn’t see why he poked fun at his hair. It wasn’t his fault it sprayed upwards like his head were on fire. After a quick lunch, Darius went through another phase in his training: weapons mastery. He was trained in every aspect of weapons Rune could provide, which was an awful lot. Helicopters, as Rune called them, Darius had never seen before, much less heard of. Rune had told him that was because the world borders had done more than just split the areas apart, but time as well. Darius, confused, had asked how he had gotten past the world borders and gotten the tanks, jets, and other assorted militaristic weapons and machines that were futuristic, but Rune was close-mouthed on the subject, and after dodging the question for the fifth time in a row, Darius stopped asking. However he acquired the machines and weapons, Darius was ordered to master every single one. Darius soon could drive any vehicle, be it watercraft, aircraft, or landcraft, use any weapon from a simple pipe to a complex turret, knew how to make every one, and how to dissemble them, and matched, if not surpassed, all of Rune’s old “records.†Darius was also a fair cook, though Rune turned out to be better, and instead of flipping a coin, Rune decided another option was needed to spice things up: a match between Rune and Darius with weapons of their choice, often swords, for the “privilege†of cooking. And so it was that Darius was now sparring with Rune. He often chose swords when sparring with Rune, specifically large swords. Sparring with swords was like moving in a liquid dance. He used large swords because the smaller one-handed swords were too light and thin, easily broken with Darius’ powerful swings. Large swords slowed him down only fractionally, and Darius could realize his full potential with those large swords. Rune had an expertly crafted blade the width of his palm that he called a broadsword. Darius had spun moves with that as well, but not even that was heavy enough. Rune had once asked how wide and heavy he wanted it. Darius had replied with total seriousness: “As wide as my waist, and as heavy as one of my arms.†Rune had tapped his chin, nodded, and the next day Darius had a new sword that Rune called Chomper. Today, Rune had chosen the weapons, two staffs as tall as Darius was, and two fingers or so thick. Darius used his like a long sword, while Rune spun his like a swallow. This explained how the staff was smashed out of his hand with five successive blows from Rune’s spinning thrusts. Darius moved fast, falling backwards, just missing Rune’s quick slash that would have cracked ribs. Rune spun after him but Darius slipped inside one of Rune’s thrusts and caught the staff before Rune could recoil. With a grunt, he spun and Rune yelped as his feet left the ground and he smashed into a guard pole a ways away. Darius poked Rune in the ribs. “I win,†he smirked, a characteristic he had inhabited from Rune. “Took you long enough,†Rune grumbled, getting up and brushing his dark clothes off. Darius frowned, and sighed. “Whatever. You’re cooking.†Rune grinned, ignoring the comment. “I think you’re ready to learn a new type of magic tonight.†Magic was the final phase of Darius’ training, which took place right after dinner, ending after the sun set. Darius had learned the elements of earth, water, fire, wind, life, gravity, magnetism, electricity, ice, time, light, and dark, as well as the magic spell Reflect. Mastery had yet to be obtained, and it took time as Rune said. Often, great trails of strength and valor were required to gain new levels of magic. Darius thought it was a waste of time. But a new magic spell… “I call it Chi!†Rune said. “It contains the essence of your spirit inside it, so it is the element of spirit.†Darius scratched his chin. “Great. I’m hungry. Get cooking.†Rune just smirked. *** So, give me some ratings and some pointers. I tried to put in more detail this time, but the storyline went nowhere. Don't worry, next time will make up for it.
OOC: Yay! I produced mental pictures! Even if they were unwanted...I did want to portray a certain amount of darkness in it, more than usual. The rest won't be as...um, gory. I know, I was trying to hurry with it, because I had to get off really quick. Which I have to get off right now...so, um, see you tomorrow I guess. I'll write the next part on a word document before posting next time, so I won't waste time on the internet.
OOC: Ratings on the story? I have to leave in a minute...
OOC: Part 2 of the Saga of Xardius will come up tomorrow. It's my way of delving into Xardius' past. Anyhow, just so everybody knows, Xardius has disappeared.
UPDATE: Thank you Nulix! Xardius has disappeared... Just so everybody knows.
OOC: Well, it's not my fault I had to leave. But anyhow, it's my turn to rant and post something... The Saga of Xardius Part One: Beginnings Darius was born circumspect the beginning of time, if time was even measured in those days. Generations preceded him, but for him, it was the beginning. His father worked in the small town in which Darius grew up, his job a humble farmer. His father would work in the fields, having his firstborn son, Benjamin, help him ship the goods to the town, where they would be spread throughout all the families in the area, including back to his own humble abode. Everyone had what they needed, and even wanted. Darius grew up on the farm, milking the cows and working in the fields. His younger sister, Anna, would follow him around, while Benjamin showed him how to work the machinery and tools around the farm. His life was simple, but happy. Until the year 16, at least according to his life, as it was Benjamin's 19th year, and Anna's 14th year. But time wasn't measured that way. Time doesn't matter in the light. The light was eternal, and the people were happy. Then disaster struck. Like a bolt from the heavens, something changed in first one family, then the other, spreading through the town like a plague. Greed suffused their being, and money came into being. Darius didn't understand the prospect, and coped with his friends as best he could. Until they pinned him down and beat him for controlling their food. Unable to defend himself, Darius limped home, exhausted. That night, his world flew up in flames. *** "Darius!" His mother raced to him. "What have they done to you?" "My friends," Darius said, wiping some of the blood from his face onto a grimy sleeve, "beat me." The word was awkward on his tongue. "They said they were teaching me a lesson, but I didn't understand. They said that their dads were going to do more tonight. I don't understand, Mom. What were they talking about?" "The people in this town have allowed darkness to suffuse their very being," wheezed his father, taking a wet cloth and gingerly wiping Darius's face with it. "They believe that I am holding food against them, that I am being greedy and keep more than is my due." "But Dad, you don't do you?" "No son I don't, but the townspeople do not believe that," his father said sadly. "And I believe that we're going to have to leave this town. Tonight." "Why Dad?" "Something bad might happen if we don't." "We'll come back, won't we?" "I don't think so, son. Go pack your things." His dad motioned over his shoulder, and stared out at the growing twilight. "The light's itching me to move on. We've strayed to close to the darkness by staying in this town." His mother nodded. "Tonight. I'll pack our clothes." "I'll get the kids," his father said, striding off into the twilight towards the small barn and storehouse that they kept their supplies in. Darius folded up his clothes, oblivious. Stuffing them into a spare box, he stared around the room quizzically. Slowly, he picked up the picture frame that portrayed a picture of his family hugging each other, and he pulled the picture from the frame, placing the frame back on the desk. He rubbed at his ears, wishing that the high-pitched noise would stop. Suddenly, he realized what it was he was hearing: Screaming. Someone was screaming. And then suddenly, it cut off. His head jerked up, the picture was stuffed into a pocket, and Darius raced down the stairs. His mother's body greeted him. "Mother!" he yelled, racing forward. He didn't see the blow coming. With a grunt, he hit the ground. There stood what was barely recognizable of one of the townsfolk. Darkness was folding in on him, and his eyes were yellow and slightly bulging. His hair had folded back into antenna, and a feral grin lay on his mouth. "Kid," the townsman said. "You're next." Darius cried out and leaped aside as the man's hand transformed into a dark claw, which whistled down towards him. It smashed through a table, and the man yelped, off balance. Part of the darkness ripped off and hit Darius in the belly. Darius yelped, and something clicked in him. Slowly, he stood and the townsfolk charged. "This is for my mother!" Darius cried, and he let loose his first punch. The townsman grunted as Darius's fist crushed his throat, and darkness ripped out of him, consuming him. In his place stood the first Heartless. Darius screamed and ran from the house. He saw his father's head lying in the grass, a pool of blood around it. Darius thought he had screamed before, seeing his mother dead. Then he saw Benjamin, being torn to shreds by townsfolk, and his sister nailed to the barn's door, her eyes already glazed over. Darius felt heat rising in him, as Benjamin screamed. Pitchforks gleamed wet with blood, and Benjamin fell, his body torn at hungrily by the townsfolk. Then they saw him and they raced for him. Heat bubbled out of him in waves, and the earth rippled. Tears streamed down his face as townsfolk died. Fire ripped from the earth in fountains, destroying them where they stood. Darkest night ripped into the world, and Darius felt himself drift away, then with a grunt slam down. Huddled in a weeping ball, the heat drifted away, leaving Darius cold. All around him, bloody remnants of what had once been humans lay around him. *** Dawn lay heavy on the ground. The remnants of what had been the farm lay around Darius. Eyes wide, Darius shook his head. Heavy boots coming closer caused him to look up. Standing in what had once been the path leading to the house was a heavily muscular man, a dark cape swirling about him in the light breeze. Sharp brown eyes stared at the destruction, at Darius huddled in the debris. Pushing black hair from his eyes, the man spoke. "Darkness has fallen, young one. What is your name?" Darius coughed, and spoke after a moment. "Darius." "I am known as Rune. Do you know what has befallen this past night?" "I know I am alone." "The worlds have been splintered by the beings known as Heartless. Darkness has ripped the worlds apart. It is a dangerous place." "Who are you?" "I am Rune." The man shook his head. "I need a companion to help me. You are strong, young one, and I need your help. From the looks of it, you could use mine as well. I know how to survive in a world such as this. I know how to fight." "Fight?" "I can teach you how to protect yourself, and those you love. Is there someone you love?" Darius thought of the soft-skinned, beautiful woman named Marlene that he often thought of of late. He thought of the death around him, of the darkness, and slowly, he shook his head. Rune stared at Darius for a while, then asked. "Do you wish...?" "Teach me to fight." Darius said, standing to his full height of over six feet. "Teach me how to stop this from ever happening again." Rune bowed low. "In return, I ask for one thing only: You will help me fulfill my destiny." "What is that?" Rune smiled. "To restore the light to the worlds." Darius nodded after a moment. "Then my goal shall be the same." Rune held out a hand, and Darius strode forward. The thought that crossed Rune's mind might have confused him before he had met darkness, but now...He already walks like he's been fighting twenty years. What power...The darkness will rue the day it stepped forth in our worlds. Darius paused and wiped a tear from his cheek. "Goodbye my family. I go to seek the retribution for your graves, and redemption for my failure to stop your slaughter." Rune and Darius strode off into the growing light, and Darius didn't look back once. *** BIC: Tyre smoothed the ripped picture of Xardius' family. "Xardius...where have you gone now?" Tyre asked in a small whisper to the growing silence.
OOC: So what's going on? Sorry, I haven't been on lately...homework's been swamping me down.
OOC: I'll see you guys later today for maybe 1/2 an hour. Bye.
OOC: *blinks* Did you read my last post? I already was on the ground...Anyhow. BIC: Xardius blinked. And jumped down a hole. OOC: I think I'm gonna head out. See you guys later today, if I can get back on for 1/2 an hour.
Xardius chucked a box of hairgel at Cloud's head. "I don't use hair gel you freak!" he screamed. Zaxor slapped Xegreny and broke his TV.
BUT IT WAS ANOTHER DUMMY! The real Xardius jumped out the window after throwing Maxilo through a wall and was now re-attaching his supreme, impenetrable armor.
Xardius buried Vexneah in flowers and said, "Cloud, your sad imitation of my hairstyle, sword and overall congeniality on life is pathetic and a waste of time!" And he ran away laughing. Zaxor stomped into the room, followed by the Destiny Islands Surfboard Company Manager. "I am the defendant, you are the prosecutor, stop babbling like a moron and SIT DOWN!" Zaxor said in a cold, calm, no-nonsense, efficient voice. (What a voice.)
BUT TOO BAD! IT WAS A DUMMY! And the real Xardius roundhouse kicked Maxilo out the ship's window.
"Heeheeheeeeee," Xardius giggled, running away, throwing flowers on people.
My response to that is that if there were any other powerful Heartless, like Xehanort's Heartless, we would have heard about it already.
