Beuce attacked for 58 damage, but made note of the fact it was raining cats and how odd it was.
Beuce attacked for 29 damage
"Hikaru, you're not looking so hot. Hang in there." With that, Beuce spun his fingers to will his keyblade onto the magic casting side before grabbing it and giving it a slight wave to heal the downed wielder. Once he was up, he could heal others. Beuce used Cura on Hikaru
They were starting to get somewhere now that most people were up and out of their chest once again. It seemed like everyone else was going pretty well on the offensive, and most people were getting healed, so he decided to mend his wounds so that he could join in the assault shortly after. He wasn't sure he could take another hit otherwise. Beuce cast Cura on himself!
Beuce hit mizrabel with the metal stick Beuce attacked
Beuce winced as he was hit by the magical ring. He could see why those things took Stratos out so quickly. He wasn't sure he could take another one himself. They needed to take her out as quickly as they could. So, with that, he ran up to the witch and let loose a flurry of blow. but with a weapon. not like the monk ability. Beuce dealt 29 damage
Beuce scowled at the witch as she brought Stratos down. The others didn't seem to be able to use their magics, only the ones who hadn't been locked up with them. One of the two new girls had gone over to heal him, so he figured he should just focus on his task at hand. Beuce spun around his keyblade, seemingly to wield the magic end of it, but instead brought it up toward his shoulder. The physical end of it was still aimed at her, albeit backhanded. With one massive thrust, he threw the weapon at her like a javelin, before summoning it back to his grip. Beuce dealt 29 damage
Beuce burst free from the chest, threw his arms up, and began to yell. "HALLELUJAH I WAS GETTING SO CRAMPED IN THERE I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE YOU SIR ARE A CREDIT TO YOUR PEOPLE ALRIGHT NOW WHERE IS THIS WITCH WE NEED TO BE KILLING" He said, with precisely no pause between his statements. He stretched his muscles out, after having been cramped into a tight space for so long, and summoned his double-ended keyblade. "There she is." With that, Beuce twirled his keyblade around his fingers, the blade responding to his will and turning in the direction he desired. Running up to the witch, Beuce swung his keyblade at her. Beuce attacked Mizrabel
"No no wait my keyblade is in my pock- Ohhh dammit." Beuce cried as he was crammed into a chest. He was contorted in a very uncomfortable manner, but outside he could hear chests being opened left and right. The new people weren't affected! Of course! He saw one of them right next to him before he was crammed into the chest. He'd be out of there in no time and then he could join the fight against that witch. Any second now. Any second. There was no way that guy would just leave him in here. He looked like a nice guy. He had the perfect appearance. He'd be out of there any minu- he wasn't getting out of there. He then heard a familiar voice outside. Kaida said that she couldn't let him out. Great. So it was only the one guy who could let him out. "No no it's fine i'll just...be here. Go on. Fight the boss. Don't mind me. I'm only bent backwards and sideways and i don't really fit in here. I'm fine." He then began cough because of how dry his mouth was getting from all the salt.
Username: Beucefilous Name: Frode Hafrita Age: 24 Magic type: Physikai Power 1: Information Cloning - The user is able to seperate themselves into a variety of forms by splitting their consiousness and knowledge into seperate parts, and duplicating their body entirely. While they essentially create another version of themselves and are able to exist in two places at once, they are in essence dividing their intelligence in half whilst they do so, as each copy retains equality to the others. While this can be done a theoretically infinite number of times, it is extremely inefficient and coutnerproductive to have more than four incarnations at a time, as the intelligence at five or more becomes so far below that of a normal person it becomes difficult to function normally, let alone perform complex tasks. Any information one incarnation gathers during its time apart will be fully retained upon rejoining. If an incarnation is killed while seperate from the others, the information they were carrying is lost, though the consciousness will gradually restore itself to its full state over time. Power 2: Clone Stamp - The user creates a pattern or design in their mind as a preliminary step, then places their hand onto a surface, which will then produce ink that then takes on the design. This would generally be an extensive process depending on the complexity of what they want to create, though as the time is simply limited to how quickly they can visualize the image accurately, it depends on the mental prowess of the individual using it. Power 3 (if applicable): Focus Preservation and Intensification - The user has a supernaturally sharp focus. In its full force, they are well beyond that of a normal person and could step in the realm of superhuman feats otherwise bordering impossible. However, its power splits with the user, and as such is not normally in this state. Otherwise, it provides a slightly heightened state, and helps retain focus despite things that would deter it such as emotions or sleep deprivation. Appearance: http://www.zerochan.net/683975 Occupation: Scholar Weapon: Crossbow, and a longsword. Optimally, has two of each within the relative vicinity of him, or they are divided among the versions of himself in varying amounts. Bio: Frode Hafrita was born in a lesser known family, allied with the Vegh Family. They were far from poor, but could hardly be considered nobility. His power is inherited from his father, who married into the line. While his family as a whole is small, his father's side in particular is miniscule, having only five members, barring Frode himself. It is from this tiny family which the scholar takes his powers. Frode has always wondered why he'd inherited his father's power, though it was more so on the scientific level than the spiritual one. Generally powers were taken from the mother, so why did certain children, seemingly arbitrarily, gain it from the father? It was this question that set him on his path of learning. For years, he studied under the tutelage of the Vegh clan. He began to study not only the passing on of magic, but the very nature of it altogether. How did it work? Where did it come from? How were powers determined? Was it possible to alter the powers one had, or even unlock fourth levels and beyond? All of these were things he'd sought to answer. With his power to be in multiple places, gathering different information simultaneously as well has his inherent focus and ability to quickly transcribe that which he wanted to write down, Frode seemed destined for the life of a scholar. Though, upon hearing of an expedition to track down the missing family, he could hardly pass up such an opportunity to see magic being used in practical situations. His high intellect and focus let him learn the basic techniques behind weapons quickly. Enough so that he wouldn't be a complete novice in combat. And so, he left the quiet life of turning pages in libraries day in and day out to join an expedition.
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Beuce was walking back after finishing his conversation with Kaida, and he noticed several things going wrong. Karina looked like she was fighting back tears while speaking to a certain green-haired fuck up. Nothing new there. Stratos was trying to fix the damage from said fuck. Again, nothing new there. Though, one thing that was new was an arrival. Someone who had finished their trial and rejoined the group. Glen, the alcoholic. He'd always liked that guy. Though, one thing seemed to be a little odd about him. He was talking to Ignis, but he wasn't exactly making eye contact. Following his line of sight, he realized what it was the Glen was looking at. Karina's less than modest attire. Walking up, Beuce put a glassy hand on the back of Glen's head and tilted his gaze back up toward Ignis. "Eyes forward buddy. Even I didn't check her out, so you don't get to either." A bit of a groan came from Glen in response to his gaze being forcibly shifted. "But if not that, what am i supposed to look at then?" He complained. In response to this, Beuce simply tilted his head down to stare at Ignis' newly reacquired...assets. There was a pause that seemed to last an eternity. The silence between them could be cut with a knife, until finally Glen spoke up once again. "Beuce that would be inappropriate! I can't just stare at someone's rack while I'm talking to them! That would be very rude!" He finally said, not moving his head from the position Beuce had put it in as he did so, despite the fact Beuce had already let go of his head. "Uh huh. Terribly. I'm sorry for forcing you to breaking your gentleman's code." Beuce said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Kaida looked over what he was pointing to and listened to the explanations. When he got to the point about explaining the light, she blinked and asked, "How did you even find out about something as powerful as this... and why in the world didn't I think of something like that sooner. I wouldn't have thought to read through books to find powerful enough magic like that... especially ones that could have saved my friend. I would have thought everything known would have been openly known to the Academy or something..." He snorted. "Maybe you should try getting into art and stuff." He continued on with his explanation. "Anyway, the guardians come with a few stipulations. One, you need to be a keyblade master to earn the right to even challenge them. Two, their locations are hidden. They only have a riddle to lead you to them. The one for light is 'In the depths of darkness awaits the light. Guarded by sages of time made older. Unlikely, these three now hold the key. In the mystic eye of the beholder' and lastly, given that being a keyblade master is only the starting line, they're probably really really strong." He closed the book, and looked at her. "So, if you're in for a penny, you're in for a pound. What do you say? Want to hunt down all ten of them with me?" Kaida shrugged a bit and said, "I don't see why not. Other than being able to help Seiza, I'm sure these other powers would be helpful for us if like, we were to fight Aux again." Kaida's face was straight for a moment before she grinned mischievously and said, "I bet he'd piss his pants if something big came his way." Beuce returned her grin and followed up. "I bet i could straighten out Nequa with something like this. Just 'oh what's that you use your big powerful magic?'" He mimicked the motion of throwing a fireball underhand and then put his palms together and expanded them so as to signify an explosion. "Bwoooooo~" Kaida couldn't stop laughing a little before she was like, "And just Vanitas having to duck down when it's like 'hey look at me I've got thunder OH WAIT IT'S A STORM' and it just raining down lightning like... man... huh..." "Haha. Hell, we could even go and give no heart a run for his money. Sounds awesome..." He trailed off, grinning.
Beuce listened intently. He didn't say anything for a while, just listened. Once she asked about what he would do if he'd ruined a friend's life so that they couldn't follow their dreams anymore in exchange for you being able to. He honestly didn't know. He rolled around thoughts in his head for a minute, clearly lost in thought. He felt like the answer was on the tip of his tongue, so he rolled over everything he knew about Kaida in his head. Finally, he recalled a memory from a while back. A conversation between her and an injured someone in a library a while back. They'd seemed like they knew each other for a long time. He didn't quite know how, but that was at least his best guess He remembered the man telling him about how a friend had turned on their ship they'd been working on accidentally and he got injured in the process. Putting the two together only now, he looked like something had just dawned on him. "...Are you Seiza's friend? Is it the thing with the ship you're talking about?" He asked. There wasn't really any point in uncertainty about it. He figured it would be better if things were out in the open about this whole conversation. Keeping things ambiguous would only lead to confusion.
He thought about her question for a moment. "Well, to be honest, I was basically told that I singlehandedly carried my race on my shoulders. If i went down, so did we. I just never thought it would be so literally. So, I guess by the time I found out I was kinda used to the concept. Though, yeah it was some pretty heavy stuff at the time. Still kind of is, I'm just more used to pressure by this point. There's a reason I didn't really flinch during the big fights." It was then that she said something which kind of surprised him. She asked about the fact he'd been in there for months. "Yeah. I basically lived out from the time I was named king to when my confrontation happened in real time. And, you were only in there for a day? Man, I feel a little cheated now. I always did have a habit of drawing the short straw" He said with a short laugh. As she continued, he looked at some of the doors around the hallway. He didn't know whos was whos, but about half of them remained closed. The open ones were the ones that he and his friends had already emerged from. Most of them couldn't be seen into, only a white light as to what lied beyond. The only one that didn't look the same was Karina's door, which was coated with a deep darkness. It didn't exactly take a genius to figure out what that indicated. She'd failed her test. Her past wasn't overcome. It was still coated in darkness and horror. "I...I can't say. I'm already out, so i don't think the amount of time they view it as really has any bearing. Hell, i can't even say how long its been since we entered. Time seems a little fuzzy here." It was then that she hit him with the elephant in the room, and i don't mean she summoned Dumbo. "I...don't know...I'd like to say no, but if they don't come out soon...I don't think it bodes well for them." It was a grim statement, but he was being honest about it.
He watched with interest as she showed it off. It was a little short, but that made it easier to maneuver. "Honestly, i think it suits you well. Though, now that i think of it, it'd be a little worrying if it didn't" He said with a slight chuckle. He held up his arm to give her a better look when she asked about it. He was still wearing the same outfit he had been in the thousand heartless battle, so the sleeve was cut off and not there to obscure it. "Yeah, it sounds a little crazy but uh...I kinda found something out during the few months i was in my homeworld. Turns out my entire race except me was wiped out, but instead of having their souls reincarnated they were put into me for safekeeping until I'm able to reclaim my home. Not only that, but the gods took refuge in my heart as well." Saying it out loud, he realized that it really did sound stranger than he'd expected. "This was a gift from them for being able to face my fears and carry onward. They said it was so that no matter the path i walked, I'd never forget where it was I came from. The decorations on it are a mural of my people's history." He went over each part of it, giving a brief description as to what exactly was happening in it. It felt a little weird talking about it, but they'd all been through equally harrowing trials. He was sure he wasn't the only one that had something odd happen, or made a discovery about themselves. "Despite the fact it's made of glass, it's not actually fragile at all. In fact, it actually takes a lot to break it." He took his keyblade and gave it a rather hard wack. There wasn't a crack or shatter like the way normal glass would've reacted. Instead there was a resounding clang. It sounded almost melodic. Like a musical instrument made from this would sound not altogether unpleasant.
He tilted his head to the side as she began to panicked. What did she think he mea- ohh. Hm. That could've been...a tad misleading. Also probably a tad illegal because she was like six years younger than him and he wasn't into jailbait. Putting the innuendos behind them, she attempted to wave it around, but the keyblade, almost in protest of being used by anyone except Beuce, blinked back into his hand. Well, that was odd. Maybe they weren't able to use each others keyblades. He twirled his fingers and the keyblade spun around to wield the magic side. If you weren't paying close attention, it would look like he simply moved it with his fingers, but closer inspection revealed otherwise. it wasn't so much the force of his fingers moving that turned the blade, as the will that went into moving them. The blade spun around, reacting to what he desired. This will over its movement was largely limited and far from perfect, but it was very much a boon. He twirled it around a few other times, slashing here and there, making the sound effects for spells with his mouth. "Like that." He said, lowering the weapon. "Though i suppose i could use it as a helicopter. Hm...Maybe that's my glider! That would look...really dumb actually. I hope that isn't my glider." As the sentence went on, he began to speak less to her and more to himself, trailing off. Looking back up, he continued on from the subject of his stupid looking potential-glider. "So, what's yours like? What does it do, if you've figured it out yet?" The man asked curiously. He was honestly wondering what everyone's keyblade was like.
Beuce sighed, realizing there was honestly somewhat little he could do with Karina in the current situation. He was honestly not sure what they were going to do with her in the future. If the keyblade deemed her unworthy because she couldn't face herself, then she'd, harsh as it was, be dead weight in combat. With the kind of power they were going against, they couldn't afford to have anything less than their best. If they had to protect Karina as well, he wasn't sure they could win. He scratched his head. Now that his hand was made of glass, it was a very odd sensation. In any case, there wasn't much that he could do at the moment, and so he made up his mind to leave it in Stratos' capable hands. Gods go with him, that kid. He tapped Kaida on the arm, as she was the closest person. There was something he'd been wanting to do for a bit, but couldn't with the whole Karina thing going on. He motioned his head to the side, indicating for her to follow. "Hey, i wanna talk to you for a minute." He walked over to a part of the castle a bit out of view of everyone else in SOS. In the most oblivious possible manner, he began. "Hey, you want me to show you my keyblade? It's really nice. It's way longer than most I bet you've seen. Only thing is, it's all red and blue and i can't really figure out where the head is. I'll show you mine if you show me yours" He reached his hand out and summoned Lofty Grasp to him in a whirl of red and blue, holding it out for her to take and look at.
Beuce watched as Ananta and Kaida both gave her cloaks. He wasn't...entirely sure why ananta gave her the second one. Really she seemed almost like she was about to be alright until she did. He was about to offer her his cloak but nooo. No one trusts Beuce to do anything. He's going to mess things up they say. He can't be comforting or anything, lets just drag him away. Beuce stepped forward following his bitter thoughts expressed through narration, and put his glass hand on Ananta's shoulder. His fingers made a slight clank as they closed, which was a bit odd to him. "She's clearly been through a lot. Just give her some space alright? Crowding her isn't going to do any good for anyone involved Give her some breathing room, and we'll talk to her about it later." He looked toward the frantic girl. "And Karina, we're all here for you. We always will be. We helped you during the thousand heartless battle, and we'll help you now. When you're ready and you've calmed down, tell us what happened." With that, he backed up. Best he could tell, she'd been unable to face her fears, and been deemed unworthy by the keyblade. He didn't know what she saw in there, but whatever it was, it beat her. He'd been able to pass his trial, so he couldn't say he exactly understood what she was going through.
Alright, so, just a little announcement. I have edited the keyblades page ( http://kingdomheartssos.wikia.com/wiki/Keyblade ) to include your unique keyblade and the limit for it. For those of you that aren't on there, send me your keyblade name, image, ability, ability name, and flavor text. If you don't have anything planned out, I can help you out. Just ask.
