~Crossover Cove~

She glowed a shade of yellow for a moment and smirked. Surely he hadn't imagined it.

Hm.

He narrowed his eyes as he stared at the paling nimbus of light and struck a slashing blow toward her shoulder. Oddly, it glanced off as she blocked.

You want to die?

The words spoken as easily as if he were having a normal conversation, not fighting someone in a serious battle, though not without a touch of venom in it. He gracefully sliced again - meaning to take her head off.

Too easy.


OOC: Oh, yeah. If it's in blue, he's saying something and if it is in italics it means he is thinking it.

 

"You see he was my dad. My name is Allen. Allen Walker." At the rate thing were going, he may end up having to tell her about the fact that he killed him. Hopefully it won't come to that.

 

Fang glared at him, anger firing in her eyes. "Look, pal. If you're looking for a challenge, than you've found one. I don't want to bring out the big guns just yet. So, I'm looking to play with you for awhile." She changed into her Commando role, then cast Ruin on the man. Fang then cast Libra to find out his weakness, she ran to him and attacked, swinging her spear with all her might.

OOC: When Vanille and Fang switch their paradigm roles, I will use that role's specific color. And what Fang means by the big guns is her Eidolon, Bahamut, who is tamed by her by this time.

 

Taking the scythe Sora combined the scythe's power along with that of his keyblade, causing the scythe to disappear and transformed the keyblade into something that resembled the scythe but had vines for the handle and a rose for the keychain. "Alright, let's see what this thing can do!" Using his new keyblade Sora was able to use his newly acquired speed to quickly and in a few seconds decreased the butler's count to 10. "How do you like that?" He said to the member.

 

"I'm sure you guys can handle it without me." Train said before firing one of Sven special bullet at deadpool. He didn't bother saying what kind of bullet it was, but if it hit it's mark he'll find the hard way. "Why don't you fight someone with the same weapon. Unless your scared that you'll lose."

 

"Great but now i'm defenseless and he can raise it by attacking me." He said at the boy's not entirely well thought out plan. Then an idea struck him. He had read of of a ritual from the libraries in castle oblivion. A ceremony for gifting the power to wield the keyblade to another. "Let me see your keyblade for a second. I have a plan.
Ooc: If Sora hands him the keyblade, the inheritance ceremony will take place, giving Marluxia a keyblade of his own and thus making him a significant amount more powerful. Sora won't lose his keyblade in the process though. If not you can either detach the scythe or just let Sora handle Sebastian.

 

"What! What!What!" shouted Carrie, looking at the boy as shocked as can be. "That's not possible... I saw him two years ago and he did not have any kids..."

 

"Wait you saw him!? That's impossible, he's dead!" This was getting really confusing. How could she have saw Mana two years ago when he's been dead longer than that.

 

"Mana's not dead!" Carrie shouted. "He was far from dead when I saw him last! Hell he was screaming bloody murder at me last time I saw him!" This is more then weird... this was getting impossible!

 

Panting from the overuse of his new power he detached the keychain which reformed into the scythe and handed it back. "Sorry, but this thing isn't exactly going to let just anyone hold it." Sora said with a sad tone.

OOC: I chose to give the scythe back as Marly wants the keyblade and by extent, Sora. Also I plan to have him join up with Marluxia if you don't mind.

 

This was getting all to confusing for Allen. How could she have seen Mana eventhough his dead. There had to be some way to get her to understand. Hopping that his idea would work, he moved his hand towards his cursed eye. "I got this scar on my eye on the day Mana died and I turned him into a akuma. Since then I've been able to see the soul of a akuma."

 

"But... That's not possible..." said Carrie shaking her head. "Okay...How do you have Timcampy-only ONE was ever made I that'd MY Timcampy,"

 

She had fallen back toward a wall, his blade only missing by a hair's breadth. If it had been just a fraction closer.... As she was, a thin red line cut its way along her cheek, letting a drop of blood. She spoke from that small distance away. It didn't matter what. Then she glowed again, reddish, and spheres of light came toward him. He deftly blocked them, just a distraction, making sure not to let his gaze slip from the woman.

This may take a bit longer.

He parried the attack as she came charging at him, jarring his wrist in the process. Slipping around her, he put the hilt of his sword to her back, unable to swing his blade into a better position.

Why protect this thing?


OOC: Yeah, I have XIII, but I havn't gotten very far, evidently.

 

"Mine was given to my by my master." As he said this, Allen had a horrible flashback to the day he left for the Black Order.

 

"Master?"said Carrie sightly tilting her head. "Whose your teacher?"

 

Marluxia took back the scythe, pretending to be confused at the bit about it not letting anyone hold it. "If you have a move which deals lots of quick small hits, that would be ideal right now." He told him.

 

"Marshall Cross." Allen was a bit hesitate when he said that name. Probably because of all the horrible things that happend to him beacuse of that man.

 

Carrie burst out laughing-she just couldn't help it. Cross a teacher? Her Cross? "Tell me you don't mean Cross Marian," Carrie shook her head. "Dear God.. What timeline am I in," she mumbled.

 

"I do have one more idea, can you use you powers to create a distraction? Then while you swirl a storm of petals around him I can rush in and finish him with a few quick blows."

 

"Yes I mean Cross Marian." Allen said. Guessing from her last comment they were from the same place, just different version which explains about everything they'd said. "One different from mine apparently."