The Ultimate Organization III

"Juicy Juicy!" Niles said, "I thought you we're a party guy!? We hit the club up all the time, man! Rippin' poor girls, and rich boys off, ya know? Thats what Alyt said, she told me about your time in the Knights. That sounded insane, bro. Now lets go make some juicy money."

OOC: I know...

 

"I was the party guy..." Xane shrugged. "I guess Mellodia changed me a bit."

 

"Really?" Niles asked, "Shame. Alyt told me you were one of the coolest guys she'd ever met. Come on man, both you, have some fun. Lets scam some juicy fools!"

 

"Ah, alright," Xane said, skaing his head. "Who's the first target?"

OOC: Gotta go. See ya, later.

 

They reached the surface. The elevator had opened in an ally. "Look at that old lady about to cross the street," Niles said, "We send her across on a red light, she gets hit, and we steal her purse! Good idea, eh?"

 

OOC:Well...I'm back. Sadly, even though it was only supposed to be a week, I was grounded until my grades improved. Its hard to do that in just a week. Thankfully, we had a massive test last Friday, but it wasn't graded till Monday, and wasn't added to our grades until Tuesday. And yesterday, I had to get groceries. Perhaps finally tonight, I may be able to return after all this time. I really hope so. Its really sucked being away all this time... :(

 

"I'd say that's pretty despicable..." Bellatrix chimed in, having followed them, an unamused look on her face, "If you'll excuse me, I'll see you guys in a bit. I'm going to go have a look around..." She walked off without another word.

OOC: It sucked not having you here Jaxed...But glad to hear you might be back! XD
Eh, I'll probably be gone till Saturday...See ya! XD

 

OOC: Yeah, sorry about that. I got kicked off during the middle of my post...That's what I get for not watching the time I guess. Anyway...doesn't look like anyone's here tonight...Which kind of makes me sad but maybe I'll still have time to write my rad post that I was going to last night...

BIC: Xardius paused. "You hear that?"

The dark woman nodded. "The UPA have sounded an alarm."

"Why?" Xardius asked, not really expecting an answer, turning back to towards the camp. From his vantage point on top of the mountain, he could see the UPA's camp, several tents collapsed and another one on fire.

The dark woman hissed between her teeth. "I have a bad feeling. We should leave."

"...............Maybe they need help..." Xardius said.

"They're chasing you," the woman said, shaking her head. "Helping them won't get you anywhere. In fact, it may get you caught."

"Did you forget who you're talking to?" Xardius asked, raising an eyebrow. "Besides, I'm interested..."

"Listen to me," the woman said, sounding worried. "Something is down there that shouldn't ever have come into being. Something worse than any nightmare. You go down here and there's no guarantee you'll survive."

Xardius looked at her. "You're saying, for the first time, the odds are against me? I have something to be afraid of."

The woman hesitated a moment, then nodded.

The next instant, she involuntarily took a step back, staring wide-eyed at Xardius' grin, which nearly split his face.

So softly, oh so softly, Xardius whispered, "Finally."

***

Mordeth killed and killed as the UPA surrounded him. Anyone he touched, died. He'd lit the medical tent on fire, and simply began killing the medics as they rushed out with their patients, murdering them all and leaving them bleeding on the ground.

The ground was thick with the precious red liquid, and the rest of the UPA were trying to flee. Mordeth's hatred twisted the atmosphere, pinning them to the ground as the grass speared them, clawing into their screaming mouths and suffocating them. The trees reached out to tear them apart with their branches. Shots were fired, but Mordeth didn't feel the bullets as they ripped into him.

He was invincible. He was death.

Laughing, he walked forward to confront the rest of the camp, who were taking up positions along the open field. If he hurried, he could kill them all before...

Mordeth's steps faltered as if he were running through thick jelly. Sweat formed on his forehead, beaded down his neck and dripped from his nose, traveling upwards on his cheeks. Slowly, he turned, with great difficulty.

To face the true monster behind him.

***

Cotaxus was on en route to location when he got the call though he could hardly make out what the soldier was saying.

"What...slow down man, what is going on!?" Cotaxus finally yelled.

"We were attacked suddenly, by a madman!" the soldier screamed. "He killed all the wounded men, and the medic team... Everyone over there... He killed them all!"

"Who killed them? Pull yourself together!" Cotaxus snapped.

"I don't know," the soldier whimpered. "It was like...watching death itself...Wait...That Lionheart fellow just arrived..."

Cotaxus hesitated. "What is he doing?"

"He's drawing his sword...he's fighting the man who attacked us!" the soldier sounded astonished.

Cotaxus leaned back in his chair, and thought. From what he knew of Xardius Lionheart, he had never lost in single combat. He didn't know who had attacked his troops but he already counted the man as dead. Lionheart, on the other hand...

"Listen closely, soldier," Cotaxus said. "This is what you will do."

***

Xardius and Mordeth were a blur of motion, Mordeth barely dodging Xardius' blows and Xardius growing more and more frustrated as time wore by. He couldn't figure out why he couldn't hit the blood-covered snakelike man, but it peeved him.

"If you're supposed to inspire fear in me," Xardius grumbled. "You're doing it the wrong way."

"Oh, am I supposed to do something," Mordeth sneered. "Like this?"

Mordeth paused and Xardius' sword ripped down his chest, cutting through tissue and bone and splitting Mordeth from shoulder to waist.

"Wha-?" Xardius asked. "Why?"

Mordeth shrugged. "I can't feel it. I can't die."

"Another immortal," Xardius smiled. "Perfect."

"You misunderstand," Mordeth said. "I am death itself."

Xardius didn't have time to react before Mordeth's steeled fingers drove themselves into his midriff. Blood trickled from his mouth as he coughed. In the next instant, Mordeth's death poison from his touch had spread throughout Xardius' body and Xardius stiffened, slumping down, only supported by Mordeth's hand.

"Pity you didn't last longer," Mordeth whispered. "But you'll soon be dead..."

***

"Well, that was interesting," Xardius said to the dark woman while inside his mind, watching the darkness close around him.

"I told you to be afraid," the woman sobbed. "Now we're..."

"Hmph, have you forgotten who you're talking to?" Xardius asked, grinning as the darkness filled everything...

***

Boom.

Mordeth's eyes popped wide. He had time for one desperate thought. What?

Then Xardius' left hand was around his wrist and Mordeth screamed in pain as his bones shattered from that grip. At the same instant, Xardius' sword in his right hand reversed and shredded ground as it flashed towards his face. At the same instant, Xardius looked up at Mordeth and smiled.

Mordeth snapped himself upward, yanking his hand from Xardius' gut and out of that grip, smashing his leg into Xardius' neck and twisting away from that sword...that sword could kill him!

Mordeth didn't understand what had just happened. But suddenly he was afraid. He finished the twist to find the sword point burrowing for his face as Xardius reversed the blow once again, and he kicked off of the large man's body, landing in a heap in the grass.

He twisted to the side as Xardius' sword drove a furrow in the ground where his head had been, dodged as Xardius sliced the air under his chin, and screamed as Xardius next swing took him through the middle.

Gasping in pain, and spitting blood, Mordeth wrenched himself off the blade. Xardius closed the distance, raising his sword. Mordeth cried out and let the blackness swallow him, sinking away as Xardius' sword flashed down after him.

***
Xardius felt his sword make contact and Mordeth jerk, then the portal was gone and his sword was embedded in earth.

"Well, that was interesting," Xardius said, wheezing at the wound in his stomach.

"OPEN FIRE!" he heard, and he turned in time to see every UPA agent raise their gun and fire on him.

He had time to get one good glare before 300 bullets took him in various locations, dropping him to the ground, bleeding and broken.

***

"He's dead, sir," the soldier said. "And the other is gone."

Cotaxus smiled. "I expect his head when I get there."

"Yes sir," the soldier said.

OOC: *whew* What a monster post. Hope you don't mind I used your characters a little Nulix...

EDIT OOC: Rereading it: it's kind of confusing, but I'll clarify the confusing parts later, in some other post. Like what happened when Mordeth stabbed Xardius...and why Xardius could suddenly hurt him...

 

OOC: I'm not gonna be on much today. School Project. I might sneak on if I have time.

 

OOC: The only way to respond to that type of post is one like this.

BIC:

Skinnar looked at his new pictures. Him shaking hands with the leader of the Knights, the Alexandria System, and now, the leader of Ulfire. A short term alliance had been placed. The Cotaxus teaser army was just to determine the size of the Universal Organization Army, the name of the alliance's ultimate army. The U.O.A. was unstoppable, and it would get the Virus. One way or another. There was nowhere for the UO to run now. Dark World's? That was all U.P.A. controlled. Sora System? On lock down for the UO. And now not even Ulfire, the one place the U.P.A. could never reach, was in Skinnar's grasp.

Skinnar shuffled through his photo album, looking for the appropriate place to put his new pictures. As he flipped through the pages something caught his eye. Skinnar opened the book wider to observe a picture of his mother, Maria Skinnar. Now past. Maria was behind three boys. One, with light blondish-brown hair, at his mothers chin. The eldest of the three, Devon Skinnar, now past. Next to that boy was another one with blue eyes, blonde hair, and a bright smile. Rentu Skinnar, the most important man in Sora System's military and a major decider in world events, not to mention one of the richest men of his age. Beside that boy was another, much younger boy, youngest of the three, with dark brown hair and a starry look in his hazel eyes. Alec Skinnar, now past.

Skinnar paused, before flipping the picture over. It has his mother tired handwriting on the back. A beautiful' picture of my three boys, Devon, Rentu, and Alec. Son's of Erin Skinnar and Marcus Levell and Maria Skinnar.
March 4th, 2198.

Skinnar looked at the picture slowly, before turning the page. Here was a picture he had gotten just recently. From the U.P.A. A picture of a more wrinkled Maria Skinnar with a young boy, with blonde hair, a large grin, and bright sea green eyes. A picture of my boy, Niles, son of Erin Skinnar and Maria Skinnar.
June 1st, 2221.

Rentu looked down slowly. He hadn't really known Niles. Alec might of, but Skinnar didn't. He was still in Destiny City when Niles was born, and soon after he joined the U.P.A. Skinnar glanced to the window of his apartment, view of the city and the water. "They will kill him, won't they?" Skinnar said aloud, thinking about Cotaxus and his new Universal Organization Army.

The phone began to ring. Skinnar walked over and answered. "Oh my god," Skinnar said, "I'll be there in minutes!" Skinnar grabbed his shoes and his keys while running out the door...

***​

Vecked glanced out the window. His mind was a mess. He knew that. Inside the hardened exterior was a whirlpool of thoughts and memory's. Weapons-Grade Anti-Cori-Aeolian, Version 2.0. A drug that literally damaged your mind, destroying your memory and any chance of getting them back. Usually it was used with extreme caution, the procedure to get your memory erased with that drug was long and expensive. Vecked was gonna have it done, on request of... someone. A King, perhaps. To lose his knowledge of Kingdom Hearts, the one thing he could never recapture, the one thing that was ruining his life and, by default, the lives of others.

Unfortunately, someone ruined the procedure and the drug literally stuck itself into his head. Now, bits and pieces of his life flew by. It was a hyper reality, always. Things seemed slower, his heart seemed heavier. A heart attack had to be coming soon. With his life, it had to. Vecked scratched his head. The one thing he wanted to be rid of was still there though. Kingdom Hearts, bits a pieces. He still wanted it, he still needed it. He had one memory, one define memory that he held on to. One memory which pushed Vecked forward to finding a way, finding anything, that could bring the dead back to life. To bring his Kingdom back from the grave.

The memory was vague, yet the picture of it was crystal clear in the minds eye. His father. His people. The world he corrupted. The Zanarus Empire, the corn fields outside of the summerhouse in New Zanzwort, the breeze of the oceans as the waves cracked down on the rocks below, the birds flying, the sky blue, not a cloud in sight. Zanya kissing him gently, Hojan smiling respectfully, a tear for Saak, the man who had not returned. A pure memory, one Vecked had in his head. One he would always have. His driving force was this memory. What he had. What he would have again.

Vecked glanced out the window. He could get it. Soon, he could get it. His mind flashed back to a meeting he had with Saak, only a day before the current. Back on Ceegum...

***​

"I can't stay for long. The Virus must be destroyed." Vecked muttered, walking through Saak's tent. He hadn't been to Ceegum for a long time. It didn't bring back good memory's. One time he had stabbed his brother in the stomach. The other he was making... a weapon. A gun? A shield? No, a bomb. The Death Drum 2.

"Is that truly your motivation?"

Vecked glanced up at Saak's words. "For helping the UO once more?" Saak asked, "Or is it that you believe the Virus can bring back what you lost?"

"I'm not that stupid," Vecked replied, "Not yet. The Virus can't be controlled... it's a mark of an unstoppable early death to everyone. Every single person alive can be destroyed by that thing."

"And so you do this out of the pure kindness of your heart, Vecked?" Saak asked.

"I'm doing this because I have nothing left, Saak," Vecked muttered, before walking past Saak. "Remember," Saak started, just as Vecked was about to exit the tent, "The Virus may look like a god but it is a creature of darkness. Light creates, Dark consumes. Do not let it consume you, Vecked. It cannot recreate what you have lost."

Vecked glanced back at Saak, "I'll keep it in mind. Thanks."

***​

Alyt sat on the edge of the island, on a tree that had curled so much it could be sat on. She saw the city on the distant shores of the main lands, the Gold Coasts. The poorest island rings in Destiny Islands Norther half. Alyt liked it though. Alyt inhaled the smoke from her cigar slowly. She didn't smoke, not most of the time. It was a good stress relief technique, she had found out in the Knights. Xane and Alyt both tried them. Xane wasn't hooked, neither was Alyt at first. Sometimes though, if her mind was racing, she would need to bite down on something, a cigar always worked, especially with Niles around. He had plenty.

Alyt sighed, before jumping off the tree bench onto the sandy grass grounds, remembering her first Knight mission. Alyt was always a good Knight in theory, very obedient, smart, scheming, and, of course, fast. She had all the traits you could want in a technical soldier, so many that people wondered why she would be a Knight. Not a doctor, or a lawyer, or something where you make a lot of money. Alyt had her reasons, not good reasons, but reasons non the less. She came from money, and knew that her life would always be backed up by blood money. So why not do something she liked if she was always secure financially? And that's just what Alyt did. The Enigmatic Knights sounded like a reasonable group to join. Little did Alyt know that it would become her life. Her only life.

Alyt used the elevator that led back to the underground hideout. It moved slow and unsteady. Alyt sighed. Xane, on the other hand, was not a good Knight in theory. Chasing tail, joking all day long, and slacking off on all academic assignments, Xane was the opposite of the ideal Knights. Yet, when Dragoon's legion was called into action, Xane bested everyone else in the group, including Alyt. Many missions it was just Dragoon, Xane, and Alyt. They become known throughout the worlds, throughout the ranks. The fearsome threesome, the magnificent three, the triple terror, all names that had been used at some time or another to describe them. Alyt always wondered had Xane gotten a choice in his life, like Alyt, would he have stayed with his normal life or joined the Knights, for adventure.

Alyt sighed as the elevator reached the ground floor. She walked towards her room slowly. She had gotten a letter from her Uncle. Her father, Mathirst Jadar, had just died. His fortune had gone to the National Sora Squirrel Fund. She was screwed. Any money she assumed she was gonna get was out the window. Alyt walked into her room and looked in the mirror which was lazily hanging on her wall. The bags under her eyes were near pitch black, her lips dried, her knuckles cut, probably an infection. Alyt sighed, this wasn't the adventure she wanted.

*** ​

"Push! Push!"

Skinnar could hear the voice from the other room. It was time. His wife, Vivian Skinnar, and himself were about to have their first baby. There was a scream. Skinnar sighed, wanting to go in the room. A nurse walked towards Skinnar slowly, "Mr. Skinnar, would you like to see your daughter?" The nurse asked. Skinnar smiled, "Daughter?" He asked, "Of course I'm ready."

Skinnar walked into the doorway of the room. Vivian was lying in a white bed, and in her arms lay a small child, wrapped in cloth. "Say hello to daddy," Vivian whispered into the baby's ear. Skinnar approached the bed and collapsed to his knees, so he could stand face to face with his daughter. He had been afraid of this. Of this cage he saw marriage and children to be. But now, Rentu Skinnar knew that inside the cage existed wonders previously unknown. A tear rolled down Skinnar's cheek as the baby looked up at him. His face slowly curled into a wide smile. "My daughter..." Skinnar said, holding the baby slowly, "Daddy's got you... Aallo Skinnar, Aallo Maria Skinnar, daddy's got you... daddy's got you..."

 

OOC: Both amazing posts guys!

BIC:

Wing closed his eyes as the ship traveled slowly through space towards Twilight Town. THe town that had been a haven for him when he left the UO for a short period of time, the town he was partly responsible for destroying. He thought back to the fight with Richards that had led to Twilight Town's fall. He thought about the friends he had made, the book he had found but never studied to closely. He sighed and watched the stars fly by, wondering if anyone else in the universes felt as alone as he did.

His past was a lie. Sure He became a Nobody on Prism, that part was true. But the story of Jack always being a Knight was wrong. Jack had been Wing's greatest enemy and was the reason why the Heartless had come to Prism in the first place. Wing fought him alone, losing at every turn, Jack was just to strong. The other members of Inverted Prism and Gale, never existed. They were figments of his imagination that took on a visible form thanks to Prism's magic. He knew they were fake, but he still allowed himself to fall in love with one. Now she was gone forever, He used the magic that brought them to life to hold the Virus. Even after the virus's destruction, the magic would be no more.

He shook his head as the tears began to form in his eyes. Crissillia's words echoing in his mind, "You must forget. She is not real, I've search long and hard for her...to ease your pain, but Coa, she does not exist in any universe." He remembered the tears falling, his heart breaking, that's when he ran into the heartless army, they took his broken heart, and eased his pain. He allowed himself to be swallowed by Sigma's curse and chose to forget his Twilight magic, knowing full well that his other wouldn't forget.

"It was all a lie. They never knew it. Not even Xardius could figure it out."

He said with a sad smirk as he hands began to shake. He didn't know who he was anymore, he didn't know what he wanted to do with his life, he knew nothing. He was a soldier, nothing more. He would fight forever, it was all he knew how to do.

He glances over at Vecked, who also seemed to be lost in thought. He envied him sometimes. But he couldn't quite figure out why. Vecked's life was just as miserable as his own. Maybe that's what drew them to one another, drew them to fight. They wanted to lash out, trying to gain some form of control in their lives.

Wing closed his eyes, Dream's image burning in his mind. He drifted into sleep and dreamed.

***​

Wing stood in the middle of a dense forest, the sound of a girl screaming could be heard in the distance. He ran to the nose and found Dream tied to a tree, four men in knight armor surrounded her, lust and murder in their black eyes. He changed into his twilight form and shot each of the knights with his magic. They fell to the ground, but quickly stood up as if they hadn't felt the magic at all.

Suddenly they all pulled out their blades and in one motion they all drove their swords into Dream's body. She screamed in pain as blood poured from her body, soaking the earth at her feet. The knights looked at Wing's horrified face as Dream's body went limp with death. His keyblades fell from his hands as the knights surrounded him, each stabbing as his numb body. His eyes on Dream's helpless form tied to the tree.

He fell to his knees, his own blood pooling around him. The knights laughed, enjoying Wing's pain. He looked at each one in turn, his gaze freezing them all in place. A sword appeared in his hands. it was Chomper...Xardius' blade.

With tears in his eyes and hate in his heart Wing swung the heavy sword, slicing each knight in half. Their blood sprayed and soaked his cloak, and his cheek.

After they all fell to the ground in two pieces, Wing thrust Chomper into the Ground. There was only one reason why it would have come to him, Xardius was in trouble, but He knew Xardius would rise from the ashes, stronger then ever.

His eyes looked back on Dream. He untied her and laid her on a a small patch of unbloody grass. He watched as she faded away, her memory leaving his mind.

***​

His eyes snapped open, the ships sensors beeping wildly. They were close to Twilight Town, and the ship was telling them that i was an off limits world, but they didn't care. Screw the central Government and their laws. This needed to be done, and Wing didnt care who tried to stop them.

Almost like clock work the CG's ships surrounded them, shouting for them to turn back, that the world was unstable and they didn't have authorization to land on its surface or fly in its airspace.

Wing grabbed on of the ships guns and began firing at the CG's ships, radioing them back, telling them they had an important mission to do. THe ships still came at them though, and Wing shot them down one by one. Tera Roth dodged their salvos, while Vecked watched the battle from his seat, not caring to partake in the frenzy.

finally they breeched the line and the CG gave up, knowing they had lost this fight. Wing looked over his shoulder. He may not know who he was, or what the was the point of living, but it didn't matter. He'd protect those that knew who they were, knew what life meant. And maybe along the way he'd find himself...not a stronger magic or better way to use it...but really find himself...his soul. his meaning.

 

OOC: Cool beans. Well, to respond I'll...

BIC: Tyre knocked on Alyt's door. "Hey. Smoking's bad for you. ...... I have a message for you, from Tera Roth."

***

The ship neared the broken world of Twilight Town, which was shimmering. Tera Roth shivered. If they entered one of those shimmering pools of twilight, he didn't know if they'd ever get out.

Carefully guiding the ship around the twilight shards, he landed on a broken walkway that jutted from the city.

"We'll have to walk from here...to the mansion and then down inside...into the world's heart," Tera Roth said, climbing from the seat. "We should hurry."

***
Highwind stode through the darkness with the other Guardians, his face grim and tight. Behind him, the other Guardians looked apprehensive, afraid, and angry.

Highwind paused and raised a hand, creating an exit.

"Into the beast we go," he muttered, and stepped through.

***

Mordeth spat blood, shuddering as his wounds slowly closed. It was if Xardius had become life itself. Pain still racked his body. Pain was foreign. He didn't like it. Snarling, he promised to kill that man the next time they met.

Scourge watched Mordeth impassively, seated at his desk, his hands resting in front of him.

"One more," Scourge said softly. "Just one more day."

***

Across the universe, he sat. His body was covered in bites and cuts, and what little clothing he wore hung in grimy tatters, hardly visible from his dirty skin. His breath came in rasps, and sickness was apparent from even a casual observer.

His newest cut was a broad slash across his back, which was slowly oozing thick blood, caking yet another layer on him. The sun beat down on him, drying the blood with sheer heat, causing his other wounds to itch and crack.

The pain was almost unbearable, but the man didn't move. To move was to feel worse pain.

He didn't know how long he'd sat there when a shadow eclipsed the sun.

Slowly, the man's head turned, his eyes focusing on the shadow's source.

One word escaped his lips, just a whisper on the wind. ".......No....."

***

And, lying on a field of bloody grass, as army personnel moved towards him, Xardius Lionheart's broken body stood on its feet.

He heard the shocked gasp of an officer as he cracked his neck, and spit out a few bullets.

"Next time, shoot me more," Xardius muttered as his hands clenched around his sword and he walked away, not bothering to look back at the stunned UPA.

OOC: Another one! Oh well, at least I came up with some plot...

And Wing! But I gotta go...

 

Wing stepped out of the gummi slowly, his nose filled with the stench of distraction and ash.

"Twilight Town..." He said remembering what it used to look like. He shook his head, telling himself it could never be the same again.

Wing walked across the small bridge behind Tera as they headed for the remnants of the forest that once surrounded the great city, headed for the old Mansion that had once served as a Knight base and Vexneah's home. Memories of the city flooded his mind, making him long for the past and the simplicity it held.

He walked past Tera, his mind gone. He wanted nothing more now then to just finish the job and leave this world that held so many happy memories. To see it this way made him angry and regret fighting Richards over a year ago.

"Lets just get this over with." He said over his shoulder.

 

OOC: And, to Pirate or Hidden or anyone else, I strongly encourage you to read those last posts. They are actually good. Especially my post.

BIC: Vecked nodded, "Twilight Town..."

***

Alyt inhaled the smoke on more time, "I know its bad for me, Tyre. Whats up with Tera?"

 

Tera Roth shrugged uncomfortably, and looked around. He tried not to show how nervous he was.

"Well, then," he said, following Wing, leading them around patches he felt were wrong with his twilight powers, and finally reaching the mansion.

"It's just a little further..." he said, opening the mansion door. Inside the room was an absolute wreck, with swirls of twilight moving around the room, and seemingly emanating from a hole in the floor.

"This twilight shouldn't be dangerous if we touch it...if we don't stay near it for too long," Tera Roth said. "That hole should take us down there."

He peered into it. "But it's a long way down...Wing, can you use your wind...?"

Wing lifted the three of them with wind, and nodded. They descended through the floor, settling in the ruins of the once majestic underground city.

"This is where Xardius let off the bomb," Tera Roth muttered, looking around at the decimated buildings, most of them leaning away from the center. "He took out as much as he could. Made it uninhabitable..."

***

Tyre's eyes betrayed nothing as he pulled a paper out of his pocket, handing it to Alyt.

"That's Tera Roth's will, leaving everything he has to you. Everything you can use, that is. That's the first part of the message," Tyre said. "You won't have to worry about money. Tera Roth had his own family money, nearly ten trillion dollars total."

"The second part," Tyre said, pausing for a moment, "is: 'This is goodbye, Alyt. Don't squander my gift.'"

Tyre shifted his feet, as if pondering something, then muttered. "He's not coming back, Alyt. Don't waste his last efforts to see you happy."

And with those words, he twisted and walked away, fulling expecting Alyt to simply throw the will in the flames. Stubborn...

 

OOC: I really have no idea how I'm going to top those posts...at least in this story arc...


BIC: Xane shook his head, "Sorry, Niles. I'm not stealing from anybody. Hey, Mellodia, why don't we just walk back to camp?"

***

Pharell sat in the ship, twiddling his thumbs. What was the point of catching the Virus, anyway? The war was practically over! Why not just let the Ultimate Organization handle the U.O? Pharell walked to the fridge to pour himself some iced tea. He needed to cool his head

 

Alyt looked at the note. She fumbled with it, her fingers were twitching. Alyt stuck the note in her pocket and pulled a cigar out. "Wheres Niles at..." Alyt muttered to herself.

***

Niles chuckled, "I was joking, man..."


OOC: You can't top it, Pirate. You just can't. (Starts laughing like a maniac)

 

OOC: That's...five posts a page in length. Five pages of character development (though in my case, it was a little bit less of that).

BIC: Tera Roth moved to the center of the detonation, where the floor had splintered. Two corridors moved away from each other at an angle, descending at a slight angle.

Tera Roth considered a moment, then motioned for the right passage. "We'll go down there."

He suited action to words.

 

OOC: Oh, but I can...Just wait...


BIC: "Whatever," Xane shrugged, turning back around. "What are we doin', then? Waiting for Alyt.


Several members of the anti-Virus committee were also in town, browsing the markets.

 

"Xane, Niles, Xane's girl," Alyt said, approaching the group, "Get ready, we're leaving."

***

Vecked followed Tera...


OOC: Character development and foreshadowing. I finally figured out an ending for all my characters. That was the first big foreshadowing post for me this season. And Pirate, we shall see... we'll see...