The Keyblade War: Rewind and press Play

The young girl fell with ease before Zei’s onslaught. She landed onto the sandboxed earth with a thud some distance away from his starting position. She appears to have had a significantly weaker level of resistance to my attack. What was she even doing in the midst of a battle? So odd was this thought that he had suffered a brief lapse in concentration, overshooting her flailed body by fifty feet. Skidding to a halt, now roughly seventy feet out, he repoised his posture to a balanced one, and motioned at a steadier pace back towards her body, lying still upon the ground. If she were hurt, would he be expected to help her?

But another had come to join in the fray. Standing over the girl’s seemingly weakening visage was a familiar figure, uncaring of the girl, though taking great pride in what she was relinquishing to him. The being from before, having summoned heartless upon the grounds of the camp, was taking possession of what must have been key documents regarding the Light’s armies. As dictated by the elders, I must stop him…. Perpetual Balance is key to preserving the existence of Darkness, Light, and Nothingness. Without it, all, even nothing itself, would crumble.

But by that point, the chance to stop the transaction’s completion had run its course. The man had vanished, and the documents lost to the darkness. “Forgive me, Fathers. But I’ll need just a little more time to make things as you’ve wished them to be.” His attentions now fell upon the young girl at his feet. She showed few signs of a vitality, and was perhaps dying where she rested. And to mount onto this, she was still a child, and one who had no business in a war.

He wouldn’t have such a thing happen just yet, not until the time had come for the Light’s forces to be dwindled down again. Taking a knee at her side, he commenced with a specialized healing, sourcing his life force unto the girl. She would be able to come back into the swing of things shortly, assuming the healing went as planned.

Yet when Zei had thought all to be calm again, the sound of an explosion permeated through the night. The camp was under siege again, and this time, it was fiercer. Wasting little time, he hoisted the child into his arms, cradling her as he cut through the remaining tents and debris. She’d not be safe for long in his arms. The heartless were keen to attack those who traveled alone.

 

Apolo saw the heartless surrounding the camp.His facial expression was blank and emotionless.His hat covered his eyes.He swung his hand as his keyblade formed in his hand.He walked slowly to the camp.Heartless jumped out of the darkness and and attacked Apolo.Apolo quickly swung his keyblade at them andsliced through them.He grined."Why wasn't I invited to the party?" He said smugly.He jumped high in the air and quickly landed in th middle of the camp.He removed his hat and got into a stance waiting for the heartless to come.

 

Drake had just finished destroying alot of heartless and walked up to Phisoxa and stood behind her with his hands crossed "well it looks like your having fun" Drake said and walkd up next to her and pointed his palm at a group of heartless and destroyed them with a beam of energy "you missed a group" Drake said with a smile

 

Mixt had made a few strikes at the smaller camp but it didn't take long to realize that there was something unusual here. The camp was decimated. He had never been able to force a retreat that fast, and he was working with a partial army.

Mixt climbed onto one of the stone structures and he noticed a virtual sea of heartless surrounding the larger camp, and smoke rising both from the larger light base and the dark base he had come from. This was too powerful for one of his power mad and trigger-happy subordinates. Most of them couldn't even call heartless anyway. Whoever this was is on par with his superiors. But they wouldn't have attacked their own base. Nothing was making sense.

Mixt was ambitious and curious, but even he could see he was out of his league on this one. There was no way he was going into this fight without repairing his armor. Heading out further from camp Mixt brought his armor and laid it out in the middle of the sand. Mixt drew a transmutation circle around it and transmuted it so it looked identical to how it did before Phisoxa destroyed it. However his old one had been solid steel, this new one was composed of a diamond shell that contained Helium. Currently it still held it's original weight but is much stronger but the diamond could easily be transmuted into a lighter material on the fly if he needed to.

 

Phisoxa finished off shooting a few soldier heartless and she turned the gun off to wait for it to cool down.
Phisoxa:" Well the invitation to the party had already been sent, you know will at that smoke and fire shooting in the air, its not that hard to miss it."
She said chuckling.

Phisoxa:" Oh sorry they all look the same to me, its kinda hard to single out one individual from the rest, speaking of destroying things, that of dark army troopers should be on their way now especially with this base being under siege, it would be a good time for them to come in, so keep your eyes open for any signs of them, anyways I have to try and wipe out these heartless before they decide to come waltzing in ."

OOC: If you guys want to, you don't have to wait for me to come online in order to roleplay, you guys can have a fight amongst yerselfs if you want :0. Because Im worrying that you guys are not trying to get out there try to have some fun because Im not here. I wan't you guys to be independent when Im not here. rightie :o or team up with a ally or something to try and fight the heartless or any other foe or something like that oxo. Just don't try and bore yerself waiting for me when there are like other roleplayers online

 

"Heh,good enough for me."Apolo said as he jumped into the horde of heartless and started to slash through them.He quickly jumped in the air as the heartless flew towards him.He spun he keyblade in his hand and cut through them like nothing.He landed on the ground but lost balance and fell.

 

Phisoxa turned to see if the recruits were handling the other gun with care, but they weren't. Unfortunately they let the gun run out of juice from all those missed shots.
Phisoxa:" Im not trusting you two again with equipment I swear."

 

Mixt used a Dark portal to bring himself to the A-1 base. He preferred to run as impromptu training but time was of the essence here. Stepping out near Phisoxa he instantly said, "Who was it that just fired at out bases?"

 

Phisoxa jumped down from the seat of the Solarbeam cannon next to Mixt.
Phisoxa:" Well some cloaked man with a big mouth told me that he was looking to take some of our men to use against some other threat of his. He said he was after your men too, now hes destroying the ones that are resisting him, but thats not going to happen, since these heartless are so easy to kill."

 

"Cloaked man with a big mouth? Considering what my camps look like I could name at least five off the top of my head. Anyway, I can tell you this. Whoever it is, is either a bad strategist or is baiting on both of us coming after him. Considering you talked to him I'll leave that to you."

 

Drake stood with them and sighed as he had his arms crossed "man this is a pain. Now we have some next cloaked guy to fight" Drake muttered

 

Phisoxa:" Well its better then just having a one army against another army battle, the means there will be more fighting that has to be done."
She said staring at Mixt.
Phisoxa:" Where are your troops anyways?"

OOC:feel free to change the plot around a little bit if more of the people with the dark or white army characters come online. :o but just don't leave the world the battlefield is on. :o cause I gtg in a few and I don't want you people boring yourself to death. so feel free to twist it or have some backstabbing happen you know

 

[b\Name:[/b] Xiao Kuan (FKA, Kala Dailel)
Gender: Female
Age: Physically remains at a perpetual 19. Several centuries chronologically.

Rank: None
Side: While being affiliated with no side in particular, she often acclaims herself as a representative of the darkness.

Appearance: A bestiary hybrid of a mythical proportion, Kala has been considered both a beauty and a horror simultaneously. Her specific features seem to meld together the common features of a gargoyle and a harpy. Her skin tine is of a mild purple, matched by hair that is of a fine orange and pure white extending passed her shoulders to halfway along her back. The orange color of her hair is shared by a pair of devious, sharpe-starin eyes. Her face, bar her skin color, is humanoid with hints of an avian influence, such as a defined pointed look around her nose. Her ears are pointed, much like that of an elf.

Continuing her variations as a hybrid, her anatomy bears cross between what is human and what is beast. In the scheme of things, Kala is your standard show of slim, slender figure, standing at six feet tall when fully erect. Her arms and legs maintain the similarities to a human, bulked with lithe, clearly defined muscles. Yet her feet and hands bear the traits of a gargoyle, having nail pointed, cutthroat claws. Those on her hands bear likeness to a human hand, with four fingers, and a posable thumbs. The makeup of the feet is three toes facing front, and a fourth toe pointed back along the center of either foot, which are also posable. With this orientation, she can use her feet as hands, in the sense that they can hold items.

Sprouting out from her back, a pair of dragonic wings span six feet on either side of her. When in a relaxed, grounded state, said wings fold in condensing in size, and wrap around her torso. Just above her gluts, seemingly conected in with her spine, a tail, roughly six feet, and tipped with a small, claw bearing hand. An internal structure of joints acting as both elbows and wrists at once allow a maximized flexibility. As such, the tail can be used as an arm for holding, or just for whatever sor of fun Kala may get up to. Most of the time it remains in a fist, which leaves little evidence to suspect that it is in fact a hand.

Armor: As of her appearance weren't demonic enough, Kala is adorned by an armor forged of the Realm of Darkness. Cladding her body is this black and dark silver series of of armor pieces which appear futuristic by an Earth sandard. Running from her ankles up to her knees are leggings, culminating in pointed top along the front side of the knees. From her thighs up passed her pelvice, a simliar array of plating covers her frotside, with a silken 'battle skirt' concealing her back upper legs.

The armor cladding her upper body is diskoined for mobility's sake. A breast plate, snug, and form-fitting allows both protection, and a prominant display of her visage beneath. The plating resumes around to her back, covering over the area around her tail, and allowing spaces for her wings to stick out. The top sides of her arms adorn their own guards, split into upper and lower plating, the latter of which extends to her wrists.

While extremely light, the armor is dense, and thus, durable against blows made upon it.

Weapons:
Total Eclipse - How one so foul as Kala has become came to hold one of these legendary weapons is beyond anyone, really. Total Eclipse is the crux weapon of Kala's inventory as of now. To some extent, it seems to have been a device bred through Nothingness, housing an affinity for the warping of what is, and out sourcing of the same. Constantly, the blade flows with a force of warpping space and to a degree, time. It is, simply, an embodiment of those very notions which pulse around it. The key leans more towards a wand method of use, casting its aura as magics, but is still well enough off to make for a melée tool.

Judgment - More of a periphary weapon, as it's functions in magics seem to hark to more of a support basis. It is seen either weilded in Kala's opposite hand, or more so by her tail. Remniscent of the macabre superstitions, the weapon boasts a scythe built upon the end. Functions of Judgment span across the forces of a life beyond the physical, and in itself, acts as the gateway through which a soul may leave its body. An enemy struck down in battle will loose his or her soul unto the next world.

Expanding the role of Judgment is its tendency to attract and absorb souls that it comes unto contact with. From entry, what positive energy that may exist for such souls to create us siphoned into Kala's own. The remains of the soul are negative, and restrained by the fact that the key is composed of a similar negitivity. Otherwise, the destructive nature of the negitive soul would lay waste to the weapon itself. Contact with the latter portion of the soul leads unto a spiritual implosion of the target, wasting their lifeforce in setting against itself.

Yet the weapon needs very few souls to sustain it through a period of time. The limitless potential of the soul provides for a single soul to provide enough positive and negitive energy to last the manipulator well over a year's time. And since new souls are continuously sprouting into being, its resivior of fuel is constantly stocked.

Magic:
Kala is what might label as a Soul Weaver, or otherwise, a necromaner. It is a whimsical breed of dark magics, encompassing spirits as its primary hub of works. While not limited to such entities, Kala's work in this branch of magic is centered around the souls of the deceased (which isn't limited to humans). Through Keyblade, and through her own magic, she gathers, harnesses, and ultimately manipulates the souls of the lingering damned and summons them from their realms if origins. Through a forced art, she bends the wills of these semi sentient beings to coincide wither own, and restore them unto a body, or into certain inanimate objects for an interval. The energy of those souls that Judgment absorbs acts as a supplement for her own lifeforce, providing her extended magical prowess for casting forth the energy that is darkness. And in fact, with a fresh soul running within her being, she need not utilize her personal reserves for half a year, when the depletion of the soul sets in hardest during relatively laidback periods.

Bio: Back in the day, well, actually, more like, in an age long since passed, there existed an older chap, living in the backwaters of the Realm of Light. His affiliations, to this day, remain known by only a handful of people who may or may not be willing to tell of them. Any information of that nature has been stifled by the everlasting flow of the times. What was known of this man was that his name had been Kuan Dailel, and that he was not simply a human; he was a sorcerer by trade. Versed in the studies of magics and practices that would have, at that time, been considered the work of a heathen. To put the matter in a simple perspective: He was a man whose affinities were as a cross between Ansem the Wise, and Yen Sid.

Kuan’s research into what the worlds were, and what secrets they barred from the normal human sights drew his attentions into the same allure as so many others. He strayed, diving deeper and deeper into the cosmic forces of Light, Darkness, and Nothingness. These studies lead him down various, simultaneous paths of study, one of which grew into the arts of necromancy, and studying the physical and spiritual life cycles of things. But the more knowledge he gained any fragment of his research, the less capable he became of comprehending what it was that he had discovered. In an easier term to understand, he was going insane, beyond any previous definition of the word.

Eventually, as senility set in, his insanity would mount to the point that he blindly performed dangerous spiritual, and emotional research on his own son. Needless to say, the father’s fractured mentality, and the lack of awareness on his son’s part, lead to the latter’s imminent end. But the father was not without a further test subject. The wife of his son had given birth, some fifteen years prior, to a gorgeous daughter, who they had named Kala, something primitive, yet effective. It wasn’t that it mattered what her name was to her grandfather though. She would wind up living in his care for the next for years to come.

During this interval, seemingly under the Kala’s guide, Kuan Dailel’s persona evened out, and reestablished. She had thought herself clever, and having reasoned him out of the continuation of his horrid studies that had left her father undone. But it was she who had been outsmarted in the end. Four years passed, with little secrecy on the surface of Kala’s life with her grandfather. Yet when she stole a peak into his once teaming laboratory one fine spring day, she discovered that his experiments had lived on, in a gestured veil. She could do little at this point to stop what she knew him to be doing, but was, nonetheless, shocked to find that he had found his way into the darkness, and dared to venture there.

With love for her grandfather, and loyalty to her family name, she rushed into the darkness herself. But her venture was only made to find the limp body of the old man slowly waning from existence. He had taxed his aged frame too far beyond the limit, and now, he was to die in the arms of his grad daughter. Awkwardly, though, he was smiling up at her, almost happy to see that she had come for him, though not so much to see her in general. He laughed out a shriek that was partially a moan, and his eyes, staring with deception, and malice, glared into Kala’s. The last words she would here from her grandfather were not the standard “I’ll always be there,†or the “I love you, my grand daughter.†The only words he seemed to have for her in parting were: “Gotcha!â€

Furious, and on top of that, lost from her path back to the light, Kala was forced to stray into the darkness herself. Younger, filled with a greater vitality than even her father had once been, she staved off the darkness for as best she could. But even she was being affected after a short while. She would starve herself for days just to find that she hadn’t died as planned. Try as she might, she found that she needed less and less sleep to sustain herself. She was motivated by the pure will of her heart pushing her to survive in such a horrid place. When she finally emerged, after what should have been the entirety of her life, she found that she had not aged at all, and that in her hand, was a macabre looking item, bearing the resemblance to a key, and a sword at once.

Believing that her trials had been a judgment of her resolve, she named it as Judgment.

But Kala was far from finished with her trials. She had emerged from darkness, not into light, but into pure nothingness. It was a purgatory, a place in which everything lingered on when it couldn’t move on. Or at least, that’s what it had been to her at first, until she realized that Nothingness was another step on the path of creation and destruction. Through her experience there, she came to possess yet another Keyblade, one reflective of her time in Naught. For no reason that she could discern, she dubbed this weapon as Total Eclipse.

It was in more recent days that Kala has found her way back into the light. But when she did return, she found that the worlds had changed, and she had changed, perhaps even more so. Mutated beyond any former recognition, and even so, long passed her days in which she should have lived out, she made headway into the worlds with the inexplicable desire to spiral the worlds into chaos…. The darkness, and the nothingness, had severed her mentality.

Extra: There is a reason for her having changed her name. For one, she desires to start a new life for herself, as a new person, to go with the mutation that came upon her as she strayed. As well, she has taken up the name of her grandfather, as a sort of dark homage to the curse he brought upon her.

 

OOC: I think your new character form is ok :] Rly I don't see what is so embarrassing about it rly. :o I had to speed read that as fast as I can oxo. But go ahead and use her. Shes perfecty fine. You might want to bring her in to come rp with Me, Mixt, and others at the A-1 camp, or you can be clever and use her to get your other character out of the situation hes stuck in ,

 

Apolo got up from the ground rubbing his head.His eyes then shot open wide as he began to scream."OH MY GOD!!! WHERE IS MY HAT?!?!?!?!"he said as he crawled around the camp looking for where he had thrown it.

 

"I'm guessing their lazy hides are still trying to find their way here. That is to mean the ones that managed not to set themselves on fire anyway."

 

OOC: K I gtg, but guys please try and make up something for you guys to rp together on. Like start up a few fights with eachother alright oxo. So you don't get bored. Be creative about it. oxo

 

“Lazy?” the higher pitched, feminine voice drawled out from some unknown corner of existence, manifesting its bodily form before the camp. Standing over the lot of warriors, with eyes looking to ravage the next person who rose to challenge her. She was a being unlike most that lived on in this world. She was no Heartless, yet in all truth, she looked like someone who should have been. Her demonic wings, her clawed hands and feet, and the tail, bearing upon it a hand all its own contributed to this. “Who are you all calling lazy? Certainly not a lovely little lady like myself?”

Snickering like a school girl, Xiao Kuan moved her tail into the view of the crowd around the solarbeams, presenting her prize unto the lot. Gripped firmly by the claw of her tail, was a Keybearer whose form made it apparent that he had been bested by her, or more so, mauled completely. She knew it would do little to faze the greater number of them, but it didn’t matter. It was confirmation of her own power against her adversaries that she sought. And the body tolls would mount up on the morale of many of them. “Would a lazy person be doing this?"

 

"Of course you would be here first, Xiao. You're the only one with wings. Besides, if you spent less time overkilling your opponents and more time paying attention to your surroundings you would know that they aren't our targets for the time being."


Across camp one of the faster dark soldiers made it to A-1 and stopped to catch his breath. Completely unaware that he was standing on Apolo's hat.

 

A red mist came over the camp and formed up to a woman with long blue hair and light Knight armour.
Versia: Leave at once, or be destroyed.