The Keyblade Academy

Oruma appeared standing on a ledge he had made form in the wall near Riku.

Oruma: Bravo, bravo. This is but a taste to show what us Remnants are doing. You are skilled? Well how about you move some more.

Oruma summoned a big cloud that covered the whole ceiling of the room and down from the clouds shot blue shocks of lightning.


OOC: This next character is important if he gets approved, for he is a character that creates enemies in his science lab, called freaks.

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Remnant Character Sheet

Name - Zeek

Age - 78

Gender - Male

Picture of Character -

Personality - Mainly keeps to himself working in his lab unless he comes up with something, then which he goes crazy and tells the others.

Weapon - A shotgun, for emergencies. He never really fights or uses it, for he has creations that protect him.

Powers/Magic - He has invented various tonics that he has injected and diagnosed himself with, some of which include great stamina/health, being able to dodge most attacks and run pretty fast, can jump 25 feet in the air, and is pretty strong (as in he could pick up most heavy objects and hurl them at people)

Character History - He was kidnapped as a baby and dropped off in a bedroom in an abandoned mental asylum. There he grew up and got a connection with the place and the ghosts that haunted it. He found an old experiment lab in there and claimed it as his own, producing various experiments, and being taught by the ghosts. He set up maintenance cameras all over the building so when anybody entered, he was ready to take them out! He died in a lab explosion, and his heart and his body combined with some dark force and he became a remnant. He has nowhere to live, but since he was smart, he retained memories of his science lab, and used darkness to create a castle based on his memories, where he now lives by himself and performs various experiments, and then tells the other remnants. His lab is at the very top of the castle, and all over the castle are machines he has created to defend his castle. He creates these creatures called "freaks", which are created by harvesting corpses and adding heartless souls and many of his various tonics to make them come alive. The freaks look like zombies, who are usually slumped over like gorillas and walk and run fast like gorillas do. They are usually wearing blue hospital gowns, and they make mental noises and they can pick up heavy objects, such as cars, and hurl them at people. They look just like the freaks from the game "Crackdown", although I don't think many of you have played that game.

 

OOC: recap please?

 

Sylis laughed" Maybe you will be a worthy opponent for me to fight with or maybe not Im interested to find out. Sylis laughed again at the insult "Losers that the best insult you have got well It was pathetic none the less".

 

Neal saw Rhixan and ran to her. He knelt by Rhixan and held her. "Hey, you okay?"

 

"Pathetic? Oh the irony, your existence is pathetic. I don't even know why you guys exist anyway, you have no purpose in life but to cause trouble for Keybearers and that's it." Darryl growled.

 

Dark scowled at released her grip from Rhixan. "Crap."
Rhixan blinked and looked up at Neal, her vision swimming. "Wasn't I..... just up in that tree there...?" She asked.

 

OOC -
Recap: Something's up with Phenox, not sure what. Now, there's a big battle going on.

 

Sylis growled"PATHETIC YOU THINK I HAD A CHOICE NO I DID NOT HAVE A CHOICE TO BE IN THIS DIGUSTING FORM OR BECOME A REMNANT FOR THAT MATTER". Sylis then smirked"So there you go you think I had a choice and be greatful for what you have".

 

"You do have a choice actually. Maybe if you stopped hunting Keybearers down for no reason, I wouldn't be here right now. And let's face it, I'm doing you a favour by getting rid of you. You claim you didn't want to be in this form? Well then, you can exist as nothingness then." Darryl shouted back.

 

Sylis laughed"Im not dieing yet you will die and you and you allies will fall like dominoes got It" Sylis got into his battle stance.

 

"I'm sorry. But we dominoes won't be falling easily I'm afraid," Darryl said and then got in to his position "you first.".

 

Sylis clenched his fist and it was covered in dark energy he shot it at Darryl and then vanished.

 

Darryl dodged to the right to avoid the aura of energy. A wall crumbled behind him. "You sure you want to do this in your new base. Because it won't look very new when we're done with this." He soon shot a Firaga at Sylis with his keyblade.

 

Sylis reappered blocking the firaga and vanishing out if sight.

OCC:I have to go soon so cant continue fight

 

OOC: Of course, see ya later. :)

BIC: Darryl look around the room concentrating. These remnants all seemed to have a familiar smell to them.

 

Alex rushed in. "Darryl, where'd you go? One second I was talking to you and the, poof, you vanished! What were you doing in here?" He asked. "We have to get to class!!"​

 

"Um... yeah, I saw you." Neal held her in his arms, trying to hide his blushing from the position they were in. "Is there anything I can do for you? Anything at all? Just name it." He was genuinally worried.

 

"Yeah, we need to go now. Before more of them come back. As for this place. Its the secret hideout for the Remnants, or at least one of the secret places. We now know where they're hiding. I need to tell Riku." Darryl said and started his walk out off Villain's Vale.

 

Kisa watched as the two talked, she looked away from the collision of fire and wind then looked back to see what was happening. Ixka sighed as she stood up, jumped from the tree she was in and within second was next to Inasi,"Well what do we have here?" she said looking at the scene.

 

((Time to fall in, Remnants)).

Yet another portal through the corridors of eternal darkness opened out for the Remnant leader, who stepped out from its confines gracefully, and powerfully. There he stood upon the highest tower of The Villain’s Vale, again, looking over the world of Radiant Garden. But this time, he had no intention of returning to the bustling town beyond the maw. Instead, he was preparing for the evacuation of himself, and his underlings to their temporary base of operations, a place that he had sought out, and rediscovered in its shambles. It was a crude place, but it was forgotten by most of the people these days. Hence, it made for the perfect place to gather a ragtag team to carry out his needed biddings.

His hand rose slightly up into the air, and he began to utter incantations of all sorts under his low breaths. None of them, however, seemed to be working in the slightest, making it all the more difficult for an onlooker to understand what he was attempting. But the interesting thing about it was that he knew exactly what he was doing, and how to do it properly. More incantations slipped out from his now drying lips, and his hand, enveloped by raw darkness, shone a brilliant, mesmerizing purple hue. Still, he uttered his spells, as they would have seemed, and the aura upon his hand lifted off of his hand, and shifted into the form of an orb sitting idly above his palm.

“Now!”

The orb hurtled up into the higher reaches of the skies at breakneck speed, the energy catching the friction of the air, and the orb burst out in a display to rival that of any fireworks. Now, there sat, lingering on in the skies above the Vale, a shimmering, purple nebula-like formation, gaseous in form, and visible to anyone who looked in its direction. The Dark Star, as those of the darkness knew it, was the secret code for “fall in”. Of course, none who existed in the light were yet aware of this meaning. They would likely think it meant more danger, a notion that played well into Zhyraid’s hands, as he vanished one last time through the dark corridors, and emerged into a world far off from The Academy, or any of their outlets.

The world he was now upon was a complete desert, void of any current life, although the scars of a passed vitality certainly showed through the sand blanketed ground at his feet. Off in the distance, the ruins of what had once been a thriving metropolis stood as the single testament to the human achievement upon the world. But the city was not his desired destination. Contrary, his destination was in fact right below his feet, buried underneath the sand. Drawing a deep breath, he pounded his hand, palm first into the earth, a powerful roar echoing out from his voice over the desert. The ground before him caved in briefly, revealing a manhole sized opening into an under ground hideout, once used only by thieves, and crooks of other sorts.

A pleased smirk bolting across his face, he jumped down into the hole, as the sand reconfigured itself around the opening, and found himself standing upon the center of a round table, with several seats placed evenly around it. All of these were made from a limestone material, which had been weathered by years of neglect. And one of the chairs set around the table was slightly more extravagant, and decorated than the others. It was this seat that he lowered his body into, the seat of the head, or otherwise, the main speaker of the clan. The others would soon arrive, following the signal, and the instructions on how to enter. They would have to follow his exact instructions too, as the room was enchanted so as to be inaccessible by means other than the main entrance. No teleporting, no portals. A simple, traditional entrance.