India followed Behind Dain, but the heartless were vanquished before he was able to do much. His friend then proceeded to use the heartless attack to chase some local skirts. This didn't surprise him much. While he wasn't much interested in such things, Dain certainly was. It didn't occur to him who this girl was at first, but after her brother came out, it occurred to him. He'd heard whispers about her. Nothing directly to him, just conversations among other students. The most attractive girl in school, guarded by a power crazed brother demanding duels. A beast guarding a treasure, it seemed. He didn't doubt Dain could handle himself against Dmitri, but now was hardly the time. He stepped between the two, attempting to diffuse the situation. "You must forgive my friend for his rudeness. His hormones are raging beyond all control and he's desperate. Just allow us to eliminate these heartless, and we'll be on our way. Perhaps you may even assist us. After all, you've proven your individual strength time and time again, but teamwork is also a strength. Someone may accuse you of lacking if you refuse." Said india in the calmest voice imaginable. He played to Dmitri's weakness in his need to prove himself, attempting to divert his attention from Dain and onto the heartless. While his ear may be chewed off later for that hormone comment, it was certainly true. His golden eye turned onto the new breed of heartless. They were evolving...This was most interesting. "A new breed. If they're growing into new forms, that may prove troublesome. The only reason we've been able to quell them thus far was because what they made up for in numbers, they lacked in strength. If that advantage is taken from us, we stand little chance. If possible, leave one alive. Capture it and allow me to study it. Information is as vital in war as power." He called out to the rest of those fighting. His motives were less pure than he let on. It was less to help their effort against them, and more to simply sate his curiosity. He'd wanted to find out more about these for a long time now.
Beuce did indeed have Kel's back. As the sun-like blade came to strike him, Beuce hurled the keyblade in a strike raid fashion to intercept it. The wielder gave an approving nod as Stratos rolled behind the giant and used mines. His strategy was being implemented perfectly, and they were winning against the swordsmaster with relative ease. This would be over fairly quickly at this pace. However, he had a feeling this fight was about to get a lot tougher. The red-clad giant struck a pose. People only strike poses when something epic is about to happen. Here it came... "It's Morphing time!" Yelled Gilgamesh. No...Not possible...It was worse than he feared. Their enemy was a Power Ranger! They had no hope against a force as mighty and morphing as this! All was lo- Oh no wait he just grew extra arms...False alarm they were fine. Although with the now doubled quantity of arms came more swords...Lovely, as if he did have enough. He held one to the sky. It greatly resembled the blade in the stone beside them only solid blue. That...could not be good for them. "Kel, gonna need to borrow your keyblade for a second!" He yelled running up and taking the blade passed to his left hand. In a flurry of spins, thrusts, and strikes, rapidly changing both weapons from forehand to backhand and halfway in between, he seemed to be countered all eight blades for a while, yet wasn't able to stop long enough for a counterattack. Why he couldn't be that useful all the time was a complete mystery. However, the swordsman he was against was no novice. Finally, Gilgamesh managed to break through Beuce's defenses and struck down a hard blow. Beuce saw the blow coming. It was the blue Excalibur. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, bracing for impact, but was rather surprised by the result. He heard a noise indistinguishable from the squeak of a rubber duck. The blue sword had bounced off his skin and made said sound. Looking up, he saw a white number "1" float up and disappear shortly after. "The hell...? What just happened?" Asked Beuce rhetorically in confusion. He had expected that to hurt, but he hardly felt a thing. "What?! Not again!" Gilgamesh yelled. Apparently this had happened before...In a rage, he began striking Beuce repeatedly with the false Excalibur. Each time with the same result. A squeak and a white number one above his head. "Keep it up dude i think you're giving me a papercut." Taunted Beuce. Ordinarily being struck repeatedly with that particular blade wouldn't have been a problem, but due to the far lower amounts of HP in SOS than in final fantasy, Excalipoor wasn't quite as useless. On the thirtieth strike, Beuce was knocked back and thrown unconscious due to running out of HP. K.O.'d by the worst weapon in existence, Go figure. Words: 500 exp: 25 9/15
The marks drained off his body all into the black mass above him. His wings faded, all the was left was the glow of power around him. If this combination failed, it was over. But this was the attack which slew his other, the nobody of the world. He wouldn't let I's memory be spurned by allowing Xindai to survive it. No, he would fell the armies of the dark creator here and now, with this one attack. It wouldn't fail. The enormous black orb grew and grew, gradually becoming engulfed in a black fire. Together with Xero, he initiated that which would shatter this false land they were in. O dark harbinger of end Life from body i shall rend Almighty fire which sears the land I cast you down from my hand Rain forth from the heavens Star of the night, My greatest weapon Black Sun. He gathered together all the force and power in his body, and willed it up into a single mass. The orb was now finally complete. In one final sweeping motion, he hurled it forward into the center of the army. At first the orb seemed to contract and become smaller, but that was shortly counteracted by an explosion like no other. The land, soldiers, even the sky itself broke under the might of the Black Sun as it rapidly expanded and engulfed the dark armies. The shockwave from such an explosion knocked those who were yet to be drawn into it to the ground with ease, only to have fate catch up to them a mere moment later. An army which once brought the world to it's knees fell before the heartless of the world. R felt nothing. No remorse or sorrow, nor rage or hate. He only watched. Watched as the mind of The Dark Creator burned before him. Beuce was about to slap his No-son-of-his silly for making that reference at all, let alone twice, and getting it wrong both times! I mean really! Amatuers! However, he was stumbled by a sudden shockwave. Even at this distance the impact from the explosion was enough to knock him off balance. He looked in the direction of the reality marble and knew it was over for Xindai. "Well that's one less thing i've got to worry about. I was busy keeping him out of my head by thinking nothing but the Nyan Cat song over and over. Like really, why would you even make a ten hour version of that?" In any case, he snatched the crystal off Anta's neck with a swift motion and brought it over to the unconscious assassin. Even if he was already dead, which was very possible, this thing had brough the dead back before. Not having the slightest clue how this thing worked, he began poking him in the cheek with it. Then he had an idea. Comparing the size of the crystal to the nearest opening once or twice, he inserted the gem into Satsujin's nose. He stood and dusted himself off as the crystal worked its magic. It probably would've worked with nothing more than contact, but this was Beuce. That was way too easy and not nearly hilarious enough.
Beuce patted his psychotic friend's shoulder. "A true hero to the effort against the squirrel abominations. Save some for me next time eh buddy?" Beuce said in a joking tone. Then again, everything he said was like that so there was a good possibility he was serious...Aaanyways, he decided to change the subject to the elemental that had just walked/floated into the room. "Roman hey, you don't look a day over 500" "I bring grave news." He said, completely ignoring the imbeciles by Flame's side and addressing her directly. "Calor, the dragon of Inranahe, is dead. An assassin wearing all black and a skull mask was the culprit, but i've defeated them." The elderly assassin in combat with Vladimir took the throwing knives from his belt, and tossed them at the hellknight mere seconds before the lance pierced his chest. It was over for him, for now. He didn't fear death. He was but one of the many assassins that would come. And perhaps the knives would even take the hellknight with him, who knew? The flirtatious Gehenna was caught off guard by the magic. An assassin's greatest asset was in a quick, stealthy kill. Not a drawn out fight. When one chooses to give up this advantage, well, it's a give that the fight won't last long.
Damion watched his brother pounce the trash can. It wasn't the most graceful maneuver, but it probably would've been effective in catching whatever was behind it. For a moment he came up with nothing, until...That clever little rat. He set up an ambush. Against most, it probably would've worked too. At first, Damion wondered if it was some speed related Sphirox user, but such a simple distraction. It's a good thing they were who they were. The Right Hand watched as a man with a shard of glass leaped out and drove it down to his brother's neck. Lot of good that did. A strong hit barely pierced the skin. A small trickle of blood ran down his brother's neck, but by no means anything serious. He turned to the girl in his grip. Pulling her closer momentarily as though to enforce his point and dominance over her. "Stay here. and later..." He leaned in and whispered in her ear something most women would have nightmares about. Lots of them. Letting go of her, he went to go assist his brother. He called back to her while on his way. "Oh, and if you think about running, just remember this: No matter how fast you think you are, i'm faster."
Spending 1 points on Dexterity (+1 speed, +.5 strength, +.5 Magic) Spending 2 points on Power (+2 HP, +2 strength) Spending 14 points on heart (+14 strength, +14 Magic) Spending 15 crowns on +3 HP spending 24 crowns on +3 Strength Spending 16 Crowns on +2 Magic spending 3 crowns on +1 ap So in total 17 skill points spent 58 crowns spent +19.5 strength +16.5 magic +1 speed +5 hp +1 ap
Beuce, unfortunately for everyone else, was having a reference moment. Despite any amazing strategy he could come up with, no matter his skills as a tactician, his incessant need to make jokes out of everything really put a damper on his combat abilities. But when he got serious...foreshadowing was taking place. "Did i remember to fold the toilet paper over? Is it in a perfect triangle?" He said, referencing a certain son of the grim reaper, but rather than going back to check, the white haired man pulled himself together and readied his keyblade. Running up next to Kel, he readied himself to parry the blow coming at him. Gripping his wooden blade by the back of the guard, two fingers on each side and the hand between them, he pressed his keyblade against his shoulder. Revolver scraped against the weapon with an audible "shhing" sound and sent yellow sparks flying. How metal against wood does that, i have not a clue, but honest to god that's what happened i swear. Beuce pushed at the end of the swing, effectively knocking revolver (Was that a...chocobo on it?) back and leaving him open to counterattack. On his right half at least... This next part would only work if Kel really had his back. In the couple second opening he had created, Beuce twirled his keyblade in the most heterosexual way imaginable to and from forward hand and backhand, striking him with each change. After three strikes, He ran up the giant in a backhand style, scraping it across his body as he went. Kicking off Gilgamesh's face into a back flip, a jet of water shot out the tip of his keyblade, dousing the giant. Of course if Kel had failed to watch the left side and deflect the buster sword with the large "fake" printed on it (real subtle there gilgy), then that was just a hallucination as Beuce was having the everliving crap kicked out of him. Now there was a cheery thought. But as i'm pretty sure Kel knows what he's doing, we're going to go ahead and say that was real. Gligamesh started dipping into his Arsenal a tad more now. In his lower arms he pulled out a blue longsword which appeared to be made of water as well as a thin greatsword resembling the sun. Still no Ea. That was good news. 400 words 20 exp 5/15
Darius was right, they did need to get to the black market. But he couldn't very well just leave such a catch here alone. That'd be like granting her freedom. No, he decided to bring her with him. "Walk." He ordered the girl. She seemed to be pushing out her chest to make herself seem more attractive. It was working too. Damion was eyeing the girl, until something else drew his attention away. They were being followed. By who? Some idiot policeman? Or someone else? In any case, they were a dead man walking. He stopped and pointed his bone arm in the direction of Alcer and gripped Zage tightly with his still normal arm. This was probably the idiot moving around the trash can rather than an animal like he'd thought at first.
Oh yeah? Well i'm the key of my board!
(Banner in progress) The white haired individual known as India strode along a path to where he was supposed to meet his friend Dain. He knew he was late, but he had been a bit preoccupied with his studies. They were intending to hunt some heartless together. Honestly, India found the creatures interesting. The darkness given form. He wondered how such a thing was possible. However, the chance to study them was...hard to come by to say the least. In any case, they were going to die today. His eyes locked on a swordsman battling them. He tossed forth the Glaive given to him by Yggdrasil. As it struck the first heartless, a bolt of lightning was called down and channeled through the glaive, sending sparks to enemies around.
Beuce saw Karina was walking up to him with a pissed look on her face. He'd had plenty of practice dodging those punches. Enough had come at him...Right as he was about to dodge, Rienzel was called away, leaving Beuce to fend for himself. "Wait what?! Rienzel i don't know how to do this without you! HOW DO MOVE!" That was all he was able to get out before a punch connected to his jaw. Pain shot through his entire head as he flew back a couple feet. Thank god for unrealistic durability of RP and anime characters, or that likely would've broken most of his face. He stood up, rubbing his jaw. Looking at Karina's reunion with her children and brother, a slight smile came across his face. It was touching. She was always so depressed, but right now she was happy. This war was coming to a close quickly. The darkness was receding. He could tell the illusion castle was just about done. He turned, dismissing his keyblade, and walked away from the family without another word. He wasn't a part of it. Not really. He could see a familiar dark haired Shirou duplicate helping someone who was surprisingly not dead. "Hey, you need some help there?"
Welp. This ought to be good.
Username: Beucefilous Character Name: India Gender: Male Age: 20 Light or Darkness: Light Appearance: http://image.blingee.com/images19/content/output/000/000/000/7d0/789143479_239132.gif Weapon: A glaive Personality: He very persuasive and is curious beyond any other. He is willing to go to extremes to find out information he wants to learn. Some say his thought process is a bit unorthodox, disturbed, and not entirely right. Magic: Has a basic understanding of thunder magic. Other: is a friend of Dain.
That's insane. Why would i sell my soul? wait. ****.
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The right hand's eyes shot to the entrance to the alleyway. They'd been seen! If she ran off and told people...That wouldn't be good. Leaping up, he grabbed the roof of a building with his left and and pulled himself up. He ran along the rooftops, trailing her as he went. In his physical shape, closing the distance wasn't hard. He dropped down from the ledge behind her, putting his left hand over her mouth and his bladed arm up to her throat. "One peep comes from your throat and there'll be a lot more coming out of it soon." He threatened. Now that he was closer up to this woman he found her...attractive. They needed to keep her quiet about him and his brother one way or another. Perhaps it wouldn't be bad to keep one of the women alive for nights...That thought still in his mind, he forcefully guided her back into the the alley where his brother awaited him. He would have to reason with him not to kill her. Perhaps he'd even see her the same way he did. He didn't mind sharing his new prize.
...I joined this in 2011. I feel old.
The projection groaned. The claws had gone straight through him. He was already fading...In his limited time, he was going to make it count. He reached out his left hand and grabbed her face. Again and again, he fired a blast of dark fire at point-blank range. Darkness dripped from the wound in his stomach, his body was already disappearing. He fired off an eighth and final dark firaga before fading into the recesses of Xindai's mind. R didn't look at Sapphire as she said she didn't mean for him to get hurt. He simply picked himself up. "Do not worry for my safety. My fate is already decided. My sins have denied me access to the perfection i hope to create..." The heartless' voice grew quiet, like an animal who had accepted death. "But you must carry on my legacy. The one who will bring peace is not me. It's you...Sapphire." This emotionless girl was not who she really was. A blind puppet, only following because she had no where else to go. No, she had so much more strength than she knew. "That is why you must live beyond all others. You are my living legacy." He stopped and turned his head to Xero. "The eternity stone's power courses through your veins. Together, this world will crumble under our feet." He flew over next to her. She appeared badly wounded, but then again they all were. "All of you in this place! If you value your lives, aid us in this endeavour! Put aside your differences or we will all perish here!" He called out. He was about to pull his ace in the hole. The most powerful ability he had. All the darkness of his final form concentrated into one devastating blow. If this didn't work, then all was lost. Xindai had won. "Xero. Aid me." The Dark Creator was visibly worried. For all the devastating power this reality marble gave him, it had one fatal weakness. It was his mind incarnate, plastered over what already existed. If one were to damage this realm, they would essentially be damaging the innermost depths of his mind. From reading R's thoughts, he knew that an attack like that would indeed be the end of him. He turned the attention of all his armies, every projection he had at his disposal, onto the two floating in the air. He would bring them down before they had a chance to blink. Beuce was stunned. He looked shocked and...almost offended at what Anta had just said. "Really? You FINALLY make a reference...and it's to the princess bride." He parried the attack, still weak from the previous exertion and shock. But he didn't need to be at his full power to defeat this...this...Chick flick referencing pup! He would show him the true power of the dark side (of the fourth wall) Beuce began breathing strangely, as though some device were filtering his air. In a deep voice, he spoke. "No Anta. I am your father! Also hello Eric i'm Karina's real husband thank you."
Beuce walked to the front of the party, ready to initiate the inevitable battle with Gilgamesh. "Keep those things in the gates of Babylon do you?" He summoned his keyblade and stabbed it into the ground, causing cracks in the area around it. What can i say, it was a very fragile patch of ground. "Enough expository banter! Now we fight like MEN! And ladies! And ladies who dress like men! Yes i stole your quote! Do something about it!" Beuce taunted. That ought to get Gilgamesh fired up. He readied himself into a high guard stance. "Alright, look guys. If i've learned anything from Fate/Stay night, it's that anyone named Gilgamesh has got weapons out the whazoo. Any of us go charging him alone and we'll get overwhelmed pretty quick. Kel, you're on close up duty with me. We'll charge together. You parry his blow to create an opening and i'll attack, then we switch back. Ananta, Lady who dresses like a man, you'll play support. Poke him down from a range with magic. Eventually he's going to pull some kind of BS desperation move like these types always do, Like, Ea or something, so you two stay out of the way when that happens, ready to heal us." Beuce said, giving everyone their roles to follow in the fight. He didn't seem the type, but he DID lead an army on Atreia. He was quite the tactician when he cared enough about the fight.
Next to his brother stood Damion Os, leaning against the wall as his brother partook in his latest "meal". Damion was the more intelligent of the two, Yet still civilized was far from accurate to the Right Hand of Madness. Normally he would join his brother in the activity most would frown upon. He thought about what the man who called himself Valinton had said. They were to meet him at the black market if they agreed. He'd said something about the mafia and the sphirox antidote. That had certainly peaked his interest. He wanted to see how this would turn out. After their escape, he realized he didn't know what he wanted to do then. For the moment they'd just been surviving. Not anymore. They were going to rip some flesh in this upcoming war. "Darius. Finish eating. We need to head to the black market. I don't need to tell you this, but it's best that we remain out of sight." He told his brother. The topaz eyes peering through the mask gave little hint as to what he was thinking. Perhaps nothing at all. A mind so broken surely can't produce much emotion.
