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Signing up with Ra for Dale's mission.

Signing Beucette up for Evanora's mission

Jesse spending point in Turbo and equipping what we got.

Beuctte spending two points in Gray, and buying and equipping a second titan chain. Changing out Aero for Blitz

Ra spending two points in Erza (Magic) and buying the improved mage's staff.

Beuce barely had time to breathe before the next portion of the world began. Well, he didn't know what kind of book Mickey was reading to put them through all this, but it seemed to have a lot of naked women in it. I mean, Beuce wasn't about to start complaining about an abundance of naked women, but god this was some book. They all appeared to be bathing. However, as they raised themselves out of the water, it was revealed that they weren't exactly normal ladies. From the waist down, they had the bodies of horses. So, they were Brohum. Centaurs, rather. He'd killed quite a few Brohum. It was a trial to become a Fenris Fang that they be hunted to seemingly near extinction to take medals from their bodies. It was a brutal task, but Beuce had done it nonetheless, just like every other member of the elite group of soldiers. He'd even helped Flame and Dane both accomplish the task, yet there always seemed to be more of the things. He had no idea where they kept coming from. It was like they just appeared out of thin air or something. The thought of killing these for old time's sake crossed his mind, but it wasn't long before a new target for his wrath showed up.

A large swarm of heartless appeared, most of which he'd encountered before. He saw some tornado steps in the battle of a thousand heartless, and the plants were similar enough to the ones he'd fought during his time in wonderland, if a different breed. Did heartless have breeds...? Probably. In any case, one of the plants seemed larger and stronger than the rest, and it held the piece they were after. "Plants vs Daevas huh? Well let me tell you somethin' pal. I've seen this match up before, and it's not pretty for you." He'd referred to himself as a Daeva...Ever since he'd told his story to Kross, he'd been thinking of his homeworld. More and more, the memories of it stirred within him. When he'd left it behind, he thought it best to forget the past. It brought him nothing but pain to think of his friends. Of Asmodae, the homeland he no longer had. But...maybe that was wrong. Atreia was part of him. He still lived. The Asmodians weren't utterly destroyed. He still lived, and as he lived, so did Asmodae. He would no longer turn from his past. No sooner had this thought struck him, something stirred inside him. It was strange, like something was coming to the surface which had lied dormant in him for a long time. This had happened before, when he had become a soldier. What seemed like a black mist began to surround him. If one didn't know what was happening, a logic assumption might be that Beuce was being overtaken by darkness. However, this was not the case. Not in the typical sense at least.

The mist surrounded him entirely, obscuring him from vision. It wasn't long before that mist ignited, turning to a dark fire all around him, before bursting into a cloud of smoke. The first thing to emerge from the smoke was a single wing. Skeletal in the structural appearance, with torn skin spanning between the bones. Second, a twin to the first wing, making them a pair. Batting a few time, they cleared the smoke slightly. The figure that stepped forward was very, very different from the typical Beuce. First off, his hair was the same color, but significantly longer. His bangs were draped across his right eye, while the sides of it stretched down to the bottom of his neck. In the back, it was tied into a long ponytail, stretching down into his upper back. His face was hidden by a sinister black mask, from behind which piercing red eyes could be seen, with almost a glow of the same color. The sign of an angered Asmodian. His clothing was a long flowing black robe, complete with armor in various spots around it. A crimson chest plate emblazoned with the image of Marchutan across the front of it, with black shoulder guards to each side. A fluffy mass of black fur wrapped around the back of his neck as part of the outfit. The armor offered little protective value, and was manly used as a decorative piece of legions who had achieved a certain rank among the Asmodian population. Separate from his legion uniform was his legion cloak. A black piece of fabric flowing from his back, a cape, marked with the blood red symbol of his legion, The Thirteenth Order.

His clothing aside, Beuce's physical appearance had changed significantly. His hands and feet were now sharp. They had claws rather than fingertips, as visible through the leather gloves Beuce wore. Down his back was a streak of fur. Not part of the outfit, but a mane of hair which extended down to about his knees after it left his back. If one didn't see the entire thing, it could be mistaken for a smooth white tail. "I thought I'd never get this back." Beuce said, excited at the new transformation. "I was getting sick of that other appearance. It reminded me too much of the Elyos. The Reians had it too, so it wasn't surprising to find out that when i left my world, the Asmodian look went. But damn it's good to have it back. What you all see here...This is my true form. My natural state on Atreia." He had the look back, much to his joy...but he wondered if he had his powers as a sorcerer with it. Perfect timing, his targets began to surround him. Plants and Tornado Steps alike began crowding around the newly transformed Beuce.

"Do you know what happens to plants when they're set on fire?"

A flame lit up in his hand. The magical power contained in the spell was well beyond anything Beuce had previously displayed at any point in time. It was more or less the magical equivalent of the strength he'd displayed in his soldier form. With a flick of the wrist, what appeared to be an arrow of fire was hurled at a nearby plant, incinerating it instantly. He gave a chuckle. He was a sorcerer once again.

"The same thing that happens to everything else."

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600+ words, 30 exp total.

"You defeated me with the strength you gain from your friendship, and moment's later you're at eachother's throats over what to do after the victory? Honestly, i can't begin to understand you people..." Said Ezekiel. He listened to each one of them, each making a valid point. If he'd known it was this easy to tear the guild apart, then he may well have won the fight. Although it was for the best that he was defeated. Weapons were drawn, but put away soon after. Although...One girl stood directly in front of him, claiming to be a mass murderer. That if he should be put to death for his crimes, so should she. He put his hand on her shoulder and shook his head. "It's not worth fighting for. Put that away, girl."

"Alright, fine. Let's take 'em both!" Beucette called out, surprisingly. "She says she killed a bunch of people, i say we turn her over with 'im. I mean, what is this, redeemed murderers.guild? No. We don't really want people like that in our guild do we? If theres the logic of we can't let him go because he'll kill us, then why should we let her stay in our freakin' guild hall?" Beucette's opinions were a bit surprising, given her personality most of the time. Yet she spoke them loudly, assuring all would hear them. She wanted Calxyin to suffer whatever fate they chose for Ezekiel.

"Stumbling along the road does not mean you have lost your way. Being exposed to corruption does not mean you are forever lost in it." Ra said, speaking up. "Is it so impossible for one to change? To no longer be their former self? The path of life is not a straight line. It is riddled with bends and forks. It is my belief that should the opportunity present itself, everyone deserves to be given a second chance to redeem themselves." Ra's eyes narrrowed at Ezekiel. "However, no one deserves a third. His guild is destroyed, his commanders defeated, his ascension lost to him. He cannot defeat us. Should he return, attempting vengeance, we will be able to fight him off once more. And at that time, we will end his life. For now, i believe we should let him go, and give him a chance to repent for his actions. Perhaps he will have changed after all. Perhaps he will become an ally, and aid us in battles to co-"

"Ra, stop. You are not the one who should pass judgement onto me." Ezekiel interrupted, walking past him. "Among you, there is only one i have seen who is wise enough to make the choice regarding the fate of another." Walked over, he stood in front of the guild master of Sapphire eclipse, Evanora. Dropping to his knees, he lowed his head to her. "Listen to the voices of your guild. All of them. When you have made your decision, be it to kill me, free me, or imprison me, i will accept it. The judgement call is yours, guild master." ​

Ra rose to his feet, looking down at his brother. The man lay injured on the stone, defeated at the hands of his guild mates. It had been a trying fight, but in the end they had won. They had defeated power incarnate. Ra was injured. His face was bruised and scraped, his hair dirty and stained in parts with his blood, and his armor was broken apart, only the fabric and pieces of metal here and there remained, and what did was caked with the dried blood of its owner. Yet, even in his weathered state, Ra wore a look of pride. Pride in his guild. Pride in his friends. They had achieved their goal, and truly defeated Ezekiel. He walked over to the man who he once called family, and stood above him. Ezekiel didn't move as Ra approached. He only stared blankly into the sky after his defeat.

"Ra...Indulge me a question." The man nodded, indicating to go ahead and ask. "What was it? The power that you all had?" Why was I defeated?" Ra stood silent for a moment, as though trying to find the right words. "We nearly broke under your might. Only together were we able to overcome you. Evanora, Team King, The entire guild. It took everything we had, and you still nearly won." Ezekiel gave a slight chuckle. "Flattery? I didn't think you the type." "But it was because of this that you lost." Ezekiel looked at Ra, confused. "That is what a guild is. In the face of adversity, we pick eachother back up off the ground, and are lifted in return. We face hardships together, and emerge stronger for it. That is the power which defeated you. You took the shortcut to power. You attained the strength you called yours recklessly, rather than how it should be aquired."

"So, you mean to tell me that it was because of my ascension...that you were able to beat me?" Fate hasn't lost her sense of irony it seems." What happened next caused even Ezekiel to look upon Ra with a look of surprise. The man clad in tattered armor, who had just fought fiercely against Ezekiel...was offering his hand to him. "Evanora has not taken anything from you Ezekiel. She has given you something precious. She has given you a second chance. A clean slate to start anew, and become the man you should have been all along. You were driven mad with the need for power, yet now you have the opportunity to regain it. This time, the way it's meant to be obtained." Ezekiel could only look at his brother in shock. After all he had done...He offered him a hand in friendship? Perhaps...This was what he meant. He had fallen into darkness so deep along his road to power, he'd failed to see the path right in front of him, and the man who walked it side by side with him. Yet here he was, reaching out his hand to pull him out of it. Raising his arm, he grabbed onto his brother's wrist and was pulled to his feet.

"As my life has ended...life begins anew."
"As it should be."
"I suppose...That's okay." ​

Well, on the up side, Stratos was backing him up. Down side, Their opponent shot some darkness spikes at him and Caleb decided to counter that strike raid by running up and trying to slash him across the stomach. Rolling to the side of the spike, Beuce couldn't really do much in the way of the cut. So, across his stomach the blade went. It wasn't a deep enough injury to kill him or anything, but jeez it still hurt. Blood started to run down the front of him. "What do you mean Sapphire's gotten out of hand? She's done literally jack shit to warrent any kind of rebellion. Like, seriously, just go ahead and name me ONE thing that makes her a corrupt leader. If you can do that, i'll put on a dress and do a square dance." Now, Beuce was pretty sure that Caleb couldn't actually name anything, due to Sapphire not actually having done anything, but if he somehow managed to do it, then he totally would.

"Are you sure she needs to be stopped or are you literally fighting against one of your friends for the sake of a vague rumor you heard?" Beuce, at this point, was honestly kinda hoping that Caleb would stop attacking him, if not join them. It'd help if Stratos would heal that gash across his stomach. That kinda hurt. In a counterattack against Xross, he decided to use the elemental guardian command of Gravity. Also known as Transcendence. Raising his arm, a field of gravity entrapped the group in a pocket dimension thing, and began causing enemies to fly all over the place. Best description 2015. When that was over, he turned to hear Dane gloating about what a badass he was and he was evil and dear god this was pitiful. Cool villains don't go around announcing how cool and villainous they are! Then they're just cliché. "Good god, Summer's eve, your ego is showing. You know what they say about guys with big darkness." Beuce said before holding up his pinky finger and wiggling it at him. ​

Beucette use quick blitz

Jesse went to the church. Like a man. ​

Since i've now reached 25, i'm not sure about something
It says that heart is no longer usable beyond 25, i'm not certain if that means beyond as in 26, or level 25 and up.


So, If i am able to use heart, i'll put my point in that, giving me 39 (+5) magic

If not, then i'll spend it on Intelligence. Giving me 38 (+5) Magic, 7.5 Resistance, and 4.20(+2) MP.

"Falcon kick!" Beuce screamed as he flew into the room, his foot flaming for some reason. Some guy with a portal was reaching for Gexln...Menacingly! That wasn't allowed! Aiming his foot, he swiped it at him. If it missed, then he got the guy away from Gexln. If not, then he just smacked him in the face with a flaming foot. It was a win win. "Hey there G-man. Been a while. I see you haven't lost your knack for getting yourself into sticky situations. Lucky for you your ol' buddy Beuce is the greatest friend under the sun and is here to save your ass. I even brought your Wife and Stratos and some chick with a nice rack in case you wanted a nice view while we're kicking everything's ass for you. Just relax and hop on into a dark corridor. We got this covered." He looked around at their opposition. That guy in red had a hood, which clearly meant he was an assassin and very fast. That guy liked to portal, from the looks of things when they entered. Darkness Mcgee. Not much more to see there. A little girl who looked like she had just watched her puppy get run over by a truck, then the truck driver got out and laughed at her before driving away (Gabi's character, no doubt.). And finally, Caleb.

Oh hey, Caleb was there. And he was Archer! This would be an interesting fight. Beuce was fresh out of God Hands, so any nuclear arrows might be a problem. He began thinking of a strategy to handle each of them. In theory, with the others there, he should out on top in this fight. He summoned his Soul's Grasp keyblade in his left hand, while he tightly gripped his right one, causing it to glow momentarily and turn a dark red. This was his "going ham" mode. It empowered all of the most powerful abilities he had at his disposal. Spinning his keyblade, he threw a Strike Raid at Caleb before dashing at Xross. Ice formed over the claw like hand shortly before reaching his current location. He spun, swiping the hand in a full circle and radiating bone chilling air all around. In addition to being damaged by the magic, it would quite literally freeze anyone in the immediate area solid if they were too close. Ending the spin, he caught his Strike Raid on the return, reading himself for the inevitable counterattack.

​

Phantom responded with a small salute and a "Roger that boss", then shadow traveled away. Phantom was an assassin, the same as him. He lived in the face of death every day. Be it his or someone else, death was ever close. He had encountered the boy as a child, after killing his family for their corruption. He now understood why R had done it, but he remembered the burning need for vengeance well. In an effort to avoid him walking a similar path, he offered him a deal. Die with his family, or live and become his apprentice. He'd chosen the latter. Still, Ghost wondered if that was the right choice for him to make. To force the decision upon him. To force him onto the path of shadows. Whatever the case was, it was far too late to change anything. All he could do now was guide him through it as best he could. Although he wasn't sure it was his place. He was beginning to understand why R had given up the power of Kingdom Hearts to Sapphire rather than simply keeping it himself. Can a hand so stained with blood really be fit to guide another?

He was brought out of his thoughts by the voice of Sapphire. She told him about her children. How they were with the resistance, and she was still unsure why. Rather than asking him to find out, she asked him to watch over them. "My lady...I'm afraid i must ask something in return for this. As you have asked me to watch over your family...I need you to watch over mine. Do this for me, and i will be their guardian angel. Through hell and back, no harm will come to them so long as i stand." The request might have been a bit vague, but he had a feeling she knew what he meant. He had asked her to look after Phantom while he was away infiltrating the resistance. He didn't need to wait for her answer. Despite the rumors about her, Sapphire was a kind ruler. He had no doubt she would accept his terms. Walking off into the shadows, he vanished, and returned to Disney Castle.


Zavion could indeed see exactly what his sister was feeling. To be honest, he felt similarly. He just wanted to leave this place and find time to think. Lexcifur seemed annoyed at the situation, but he agreed that they should leave as well. "Listen. Both of you. I don't know what my mother is trying to do, and i don't know if finding this hero is the right choice, but we have an ally in Juliet. If what i've heard about Caleb is true, he'll help us as well. Be it to stop the rebellion or push it forward, i don't know yet. We'll have to see what happens from here on. I'll decide what i'm going to do then. For now, i think the best idea for either path is to tag along with this group. Pretend we're still a part of it. Thankfully that'll be pretty easy. They seem to be taking random people off the street into their ranks." Zavion said to his two friends quietly. Turning, he walked over to the dark corridor and passed through, returning to Disney Castle. ​

Ra used thunder
Beucette used Quick Blitz

Jesse was ready to begin the fight. Gripping his orb tightly, he raced off into the town in search of his opponent. Soon enough, he was trapped in a fairly large cage of runes with another man. He was a behemoth of a man, who had white hair. He was basically a tower of solid muscle. "Oi. Looks like we're goin' at it huh?" The guy nodded, then spoke with a deep grisly voice, as one would expect from a guy like him. "Yeah. I'll win this fight, as a man!" Jesse gave a slight chuckle. "I like your attitude. What's your name?" His enemy gave him a smile with his introduction. "Elfman."

He even had man in his name. Jeez, Jesse was starting to like this guy. It was a shame he was going to have to hand his ass to him. It was mutually understood that this was a fight between men. Not just any men, but manly men. "A man will never lose!" He called out. It seemed like he was charging up energy, when suddenly, in a bright flash, he transformed. "Beast soul!" As the name would imply, he was in fact pretty beastly. He had fur all along his arms, and horns which joined into one across his forehead. If it was possible, he seemed even more muscular than he'd been before. "That's pretty impressive. Now it's time i showed you my pride as a man!" Throwing his orb into the air, it began to glow a pale blue. In a beam of light, it came crashing down onto the ground in its full form.

"Such a man!" Elfman was clearly impressed at his bike. Who wouldn't be? It was the epitome of masculinity. Jesse, however, didn't mount his weapon. "If we're having a fight as men, we do this right. No weapons. Just bare knuckle brawl." Elfman seemed surprised at his opponent's choice to not even use the weapon he'd summoned, but soon began to laugh. "Yer a man alright. A real man!" Seeming to take him up on the challenge, he reverted from his beast form back into a human. Chivalry was the trait of a man!

There was only one thing left to do to set the stage as the most manly fight ever. With a finger, he touched the chest of one of the Shiva sisters. The one which formed the head of the bike. As though it had been there the whole time, a radio was built into her chest, and it started playing the music which would act as the battle music for their fight.

With that, the most manly fight that had ever occurred was under way. Fists were flying, sweat was pouring. Elfman had the advantage in weight, but Jesse was proving to be no pushover. Guarding his face in a boxer-like manner, Jesse looked for an opening in Elfman's blows. Finally, after sidestepping a punch, Jesse brought a knee into his stomach. Elfman, however, was quick to counter. A balled fist was swung into the side of Jesse's face, knocking him back. "Take hits like a wall, give 'em like a truck. hah. I like you. You're definitely a man." Jesse ran back in, not ready to give up by a long shot.

Elfman brought a fist into Jesse's gut, but was met by a blow of joined fists to the back of his head. A spinning kick knocked Elfman back into a stagger. Charging in, not giving his opponent any time to recover, Jesse engaged in another exchange of blows. Neither one guarding, just delivering punches to the other until a breaking point. With each fist that collided into their opponent, sweat flew off of their bodies, landing on the ground around them. They were both covered in bruises from the other's blows. It was only a matter of time until one of them dropped from exhaustion.

Finally, the two threw a right hook at eachother. This would be the final blow. Each put all the force and energy they had left into this one punch. The actual time it took was only a moment, but it felt like it was played in slow motion. For all they knew, it could've been. And the fists collided with the cheeks of the opponent. They stood there for a moment, before finally one of them fell. Their strength was gone, in both of them, yet only one stood. Jesse held to his feet, standing as the victor. "You were the bigger man." Elfman said through his panting as he lay on the ground. Given that a victor was decided, the rune prison disappeared. A man wasn't only about his toughness. He was humble in victory. Offering out a hand, he helped elfman to his feet. "One more hit and i would've been down myself. You're one tough guy to bring down." "Hah! Maybe we should have a rematch sometime." "You can count on it."​

Character Name: Taliesin
Age: ???
Appearance: ~
Personality: Taliesin is an eccentric man by nature, and is rather poetic. He seems to see life as a story, and makes it as interesting a tale as possible.
Brief Bio: Taliesin appears to be nothing more than a traveling minstrel, wandering from place to place, playing tales of sorrow and heroism. With his magic, he can create a riveting tale like no other. Weaving the music like a painter wields a brush. He seems to be of no importance, but he is more than he appears.
Magic/Powers (Does not have to know any magic if you prefer that): Musical personification.
Through music, he has the ability to bring the imagination to life and give it form, as well as control it. This can vary in shape, size, and even form. It is often used by him to tell stories.
Weapon (Again, optional): Violin.
Additional Information: Theme[DOUBLEPOST=1422783325][/DOUBLEPOST]Character Name: Quinn Basileus
Age: 20
Appearance: ~
Personality: Quinn is a rather shy individual, and hates attention of any kind. He dislikes the idea of a large amount of responsibility put onto him.
Brief Bio: Quinn is the only child of the current king, and heir to the throne of Rivelle.
Magic/Powers (Does not have to know any magic if you prefer that) : None
Weapon (Again, optional) : A spear named Valor
Additional Information: Hand to hand combat expert.

The white haired keyblade wielder began swearing profusely at the man who had caught him after his collision with the dinosaur. "THAT WAS A GREAT INITIATION! WHAT THE HELL?! NOW I HAVE TO RUN BACK IN TO GET AT IT!" Hopping off of Base's keyblade glider, Beuce charged the thing headfirst. Karina seemed to have learned the ability to use Zantetsuken. He and Stratos had been spamming that all over the thousand heartless battle, he would hope she'd have picked it up by then. Stratos was a great mage, so Zantetsuken didn't seem to do much for him outside of the sheer volume he used it. Karina was very much the opposite. Her strength was out of this world, but her magic was a bit lacking. They were both a fair bit more durable than him, but when it came to offense, Beuce was the best off out of all three of them. He was lacking in neither magic or physical. He intended to use both of those strengths to finish off this beast and take that piece they needed.

Flourishing his keyblade, Beuce vanished and left behind a trail of rose petals, leaving a massive gash on the beast's side. Zantetsuken. Currently, it was their most powerful physical attack. Even a weak person would be able to damage the enemies quite a bit with an attack like that. It roared in pain from the injury, and turned to attack Beuce, but never got the chance. Before it could really do much, a blinding burst of light rained down on it from the sky. In terms of power, Faith was the magical equivalent of Zantetsuken. To his knowledge, he was the only one among their entire group that could use both of the attacks to extreme effectiveness. The T-rex was unable to cope with the combined force of these two attacks and fell on the ground, seeming to have given up. Beuce, however, wasn't finished with the thing. It reminded him of the Elyos, and that was a crime punishable by death. He didn't intend to let this thing live.

Gathering together the energy from his heart, Beuce took on a bright golden glow. Levitating into the air, he prepared the finishing assault. "Trip around the sun!" The fiery sphere which was reminiscent of a miniature sun collected and formed above his head. This would be the killing blow, and everyone there, including the T-rex, knew it. Gathering the power of the sun, Beuce collected it into his spellbinder keyblade. Now, both the weapon and wielder shone with a glorious golden light. With one final charge, Beuce brought down his keyblade upon the head of the monster. As the blade drew nearer to the skin, it began to burn away and turn to ash under the power of the sun. Finally, the blade struck down, and it was dead in an instant. A brilliant pillar of golden and orange flames erupted from the ground, incinerating the beast. When the light and flames died down, all that remained was a smoldering scorch mark on the ground, small flames still burning around it, and a musical note lying in the center. They didn't have to take it from the eye anymore. There was no eye left to take it from.

"Looks like it got..."

Beuce took out a pair of sunglasses and placed them on his face

"T-rekt. YEAAA-" Beuce was interrupted by the sound of a gunshot. He quickly ducked in panic. "Alright i won't make the joke! God..."

Ra used Aero
Beucette broke Charlotte's rune prison!

Beuce was still staring at the jaw dropping sight which was Karina developing a character and feelings that weren't rage and sorrow. It was actually pretty crazy. In fact, it was so crazy, a nearby team mate had a similar reaction. Only they decided to drink away the insanity by taking out some alcohol and proceeding to drown their confusion in booze. Glen then earned quite a few awesome points in the big book of Beuce...word for social opinions that starts with B...yeah. But yeah, he offered him a drink. Even if Beuce hadn't been utterly confused about Karina, there was no way in hell he was turning down free booze. Graciously accepting the bottle, he took a generous swig and handed it back to Glen. "Thanks man. You know, you're pretty awesome." However, before the conversation could continue further, the rest of the group piled out of the portal one by one. Kaida appeared to be freezing, and dropped into the water, saying it was warmer than the air. He was about to tell her why she may not want to submerge herself in that water, but decided against it...Eh, she had a yellow theme going on anyway.

As the final member, being Base, came out of the portal, all of their pieces combined into a single one, accomplishing their task. Mickey congratulated them on finding the first of them, but said that there were five more to go. If they were all as awesome as the first portal, then this would turn out to be a pretty sweet world all in all. Stepping through the portal to the other side, he found that there were in fact no naked fairies floating around turning things to gold or giant snowflakes to ride. No, instead, they got to fight something. And what was this something? A freaking T-rex. Of course. Apparently frightened of the creature, Base grabbed hold of his wrist and waved it around, attempting to bait the beast towards him. It didn't really seem to work, and it just kind of engaged in some battle with Stratos that Beuce wasn't paying much attention to.

Beuce glared at the monster. He remembered something like this. It was an ultimate class of creature. However...It was in Elysea. That meant this thing may well be Elysean too. "I'm not allowed to let any trace of the elmos live. Even if it's just a wild animal." He said angrily, summoning his keyblade. He wouldn't use his soldier job right now. A good combination of physical and magic seemed to be the way to take this thing down. Running up toward it, he slid underneath it and between the two short legs, striking at the stomach. It roared in pain, then turned around and loosed a jet of fire from the mouth at Beuce. Well...He didn't remember them being able to do that in Elysea. Must be some kind of new breed or something. To counteract these flames, Beuce shot out a jet of water from the tip of his keyblade. Aqua Splash had served him well throughout his time since he learned it in his first world with this group. The two seemed to cancel each other out, resulting in this particular clash of elements coming to a draw. Still having a look of rage on his face, Beuce ran in for another strike.

610 Words, 30 EXP
Total: 30 EXP
T-Rex: 159/250

Beucette used Quick Blitz

Ghost stood in the castle courtyard along with the rest of the group from the realm of darkness. They seemed to be waiting on some of the others to get back. Meanwhile, the rather enthusiastic girl that had been in his group ran up and asked him and Anadi where they'd learned to fight. He could hardly just say he'd spent the last 300 years working as the shadowy hand of the goddess and killing off those who defied the law she set. Damn...He didn't talk to people. He killed people. How would Phantom handle the situation? ...Suddenly an image of Phantom pondering how he would handle the situation and arriving at the conclusion he would just kill Jackie appeared in his mind. Well, that did a lot of good...Maybe he should work on his people skills a tad...

"I suppose you could say i'm self taught. Most of my technique is of my own invention. As far the magic imbued into my weapon and armor...The weapon was my father's before mine, and his father before him. It was passed down through the generations. One day i too will pass it on." Ghost told her, giving a brief explanation about Narukami. One day he would pass it on...Death was like the wind, always by his side. It was a danger he faced. One day, the sword he held would belong to Phantom, likely along with his armor. "My armor...it was a gift from an old ally. something to help me let go of my past." Ghost turned around and began to walk off. "I'll be back momentarily." Disappearing behind the corner, out of sight, Ghost melted into the shadows. The darkness behind Sapphire's throne was the outlet for the assassin. "My lady." He said to the goddess, stepping out from behind her. His voice was the only sound he made, as his footsteps were silent as ever. He looked over to see his apprentice and an unfamiliar face.

"I have returned as you requested. From what i have been able to ascertain, their base of operations is what was at one point Disney Castle. While their combat abilities seem to be varying, they are disorganized. It's unlikely they will find the hero even without interference. There are some among them which seem to encompass a large portion of the resistance's power. However...There is something odd about them. A few of them...i don't believe even wish you any ill will. They seem to be in it for the sport, or have ulterior motives for finding the hero. I cannot be sure what they may be though." Ghost stood, finishing his report to the goddess. He turned toward his apprentice, apparently having business with him as well.

"Phantom...Among the resistance, there is a man by the name of Bartholomew Blackstone. He evidently hails from Halloween Town. I want you to keep a watchful eye on him. Find out everything you can about his origins, his personality, his habits. Any information you can find. I've taught you how to size up a mark before. Then, keep your sights aimed at his head. Be ready for him. I get a vibe of evil from him. I don't yet know his motives, and i want you to find out." His apprentice now given a task from him, he was now finished with his business on Riel. Walking over toward the shadows behind Sapphire's thrown once more, he was prepared to leave.


Beuce was waiting for Kross' answer when most of the other fourth wall breakers just up and left, back to base. He wasn't quite done here though. Kross approached him with a serious look, saying he was the man he wanted to see. A favor. He asked Beuce to keep an eye on his kids, Ohm and Anadi. Smiling, Beuce accepted the task. "You got it! Have i ever given you a reason not to trust me? ...Don't answer that. I got it." Then, Ananta spoke up. God, talk about worst mother of the year. Seriously. He would've expanded upon this, but he realized that some serious shit was going down in another world. Gexln was about to like 1v5 some of the most overpowered fuckers in the RP. "Damnit we gotta go! Gexln's in some serious trouble. My plot senses are tingling."

He turned to the others there. They needed to get to Beast's castle fast. "Xero, open a dark corridor to beast's castle, quick! Stratos, when we get in there, we're going to have a serious brawl. You know what to do." There was a keyword in that statement. In a certain mindset, that guy was unstoppable. It just took a certain...setting to get him into it. "You...uh...chick. Come with us. You never know, you might end up finding your guy. Important stuff has a habit of happening around us."


His wall had proven useful, and allowed Charlotte to get in a pretty strong hit. If that weren't bad enough, Juliet and Ohm followed up with strikes of their own. It hadn't been a long fight, but the beast was already on its last leg. All that was left was to finish it off. "Lexcifur! Lets do it!" He flew above the creature, ready to perform his part of the fight. Meanwhile, Lexcifur knew what to do. Mirroring Zavion's position, he ran directly beneath it. Zavion summoned up dark energy in two places. One in a spiral around his right tonfa, and one in a spiral around The Devil's Lance, Zavion's spear. From above, Zavion stabbed the blade directly into the dark being's back, driving it down toward the ground.

Meanwhile, from below, Lexcifur leaped into the air and thrust his spear up at the stomach, as though to drive it into the air. Combined, these two forces created a devastating combination for the creature. Being crushed by darkness empowered attacks from either side, especially given the injuries it had already sustained, it couldn't hold on. Eventually, the blades of their two weapons touched, and the darkness in them took a new form. With a hole driven completely through, it expanded. It was like an explosion, ripping the creature entirely in half from the inside out. There was no way it would survive such an attack. It faded away, defeated. Landing on the ground, Zavion looked up at the sky where the creature had been moments before. "Good work." He said simply. ​