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Post by youngxehanort on Feb 12, 2013 20:16:54 GMT -5
Now since more people were starting to arrive, Xehanort had to be careful of what words he had chosen. Despite none of them knowing him, the girl might know something about who he was or his name due to her being from the future. He dismissed the hug within his mind. She talked about bad guys and destroying Keybladers one by one. While he figured the 'bag guys' could have been referring to the Seekers of Darkness, they wouldn't go around senselessly slaughtering every Keyblader. There would only need to be a motif behind that which Xehanort had lacked. When asked for his name Xehanort did not hesitate at responding. "...The youth." While it might have been a more suspicious name to some, the girl might have knew something about who he was.
"I have been dubbed it because of my travels. Some may refer to me as the Mysterious Figure, but I mind neither. You see I too have been hunted down, so the mention of my name could cause more trouble than it's worth. I wish not to bring you the burden of my own fate." In a way Xehanort was telling the truth. If the Lights would catch wind of his name they would blow his cover. Hopefully none of them would show up and it would make things easier for Xehanort.
As they traveled forward towards the town Xehanort spoke out. "It is within best interest to not tell much about the future. While some may try to use its power for good, as you are, others will use their malice and greed to try and shape it for their own. Man should never know too much about their future, lest they wish to be lost forever." Rosa, the newcomer, had mentioned a land of Baron. Azalea had followed up by naming the World as the Surface World. This was the first time Xehanort had heard of such a World. Unlike the ones he had visited and the ones he had heard about, they were absent.
Xehanort wished to remain discreet. By stating that future knowledge should be withheld because of consequences, it would act like a deterrent in case if his name did pop up. Whether his name would or would not pop up it didn't matter to him, they didn't know who he truly was unless someone else could identify him. After walking for a bit they finally reached the center of the town. Not being able to sense where the creatures were birthing from, Xehanort stopped and looked at the rest of them. "Information is scattered about here. Making talk with the townsfolk is one way to find the facts. Though there may be dangers lurking about and I am not simply referring to the antics of the inhabitants." It was possible that they could run into any kind of creature in Halloween Town. Heartless, or even the new creatures, could be lurking around any corner.
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Post by xiahtic on Feb 13, 2013 2:48:09 GMT -5
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Post by themaster on Feb 14, 2013 13:21:27 GMT -5
The ominous howl of the Corridors of Darkness could be heard in the square, and sure enough the black tendrils showed themselves to gather nearby the acid spewing fountain, rising swiftly and falling hastily to reveal the form of another who wore the Black Cloak. For a moment the figure stood in silence gauging the four conversing not far from his position, two of which sought to take no precautions to the volume of their own voices. As they neared the square of town, the apparent travelers continued to speak with the same volume, drawing the attention of several native residents of Halloween Town. An unwise mistake in the given times, for anyone seeking information regarding a means to cripple the other side of the war could stumble upon such a conversation, and intend to use the trio of youthful travelers for their own twisted benefit. The Superior of the In Between regarded the fourth individual with more respect and praise than the others, only for the sole reason that the man known as Xehanort, this one in particular, was but another version of himself brought forth from another time. They were one and the same, and yet at the same time, they were not. Despite the circumstances of their relation to one another, Xemnas still saw the other man in the Cloak to be exceptionally useful to the Cause, and a very lethal addition to his growing number of allies. The required number still continued to elude the group as a whole, however the Dark Master had assured every one of the members that the pieces would appear at their fated times. Patience was a virtue that Xemnas had excelled with in practice, and so he would be content to continue preparations for the coming union, so long as the other pieces played their parts.
It would seem that was just the idea Young Xehanort had before taking up his next set of duties from Master Xehanort, and had sought to investigate the unusual disturbance that had been plaguing the worlds for the last week. Not only here but also in several other worlds many commonly found items had been turned into animated monsters, and had been attacking residents of the planets left and right. It was of little concern to the likes of Xemnas, who saw more promise in utilizing the Heartless and Nobodies to set up traps and lure out the potential candidates. The Superior trusted the judgment of Young Xehanort though, for despite the lack of years he possessed, the youthful incarnation was still essentially Xehanort himself. There was logic and caution in the man’s reasoning, and it had been proven adept enough to lure Sora to the World That Never Was prior in the Realm of Sleep. The tactical prowess of his younger time traveling counterpart rivaled that of his own, the Heartless and even the Dark Master’s Apprentice that had been missing for some time. The King of Disney Castle and his Master the all-powerful Yen Sid had so far been helpless to counter the productive movements of the Organization, so what hope did two mere travelers have against the ever-cunning mind of Xehanort? This investigation of the anomaly needed to go smoothly, which allowed for zero unwanted interruptions and Xemnas had come to ensure that Young Xehanort’s inquiry of the young Keybearer would go unhindered.
The soft rasp of his boots caught the sound of the wind as Xemnas began to walk towards the trio and his counterpart, giving the Nobody a seeming otherworldly appearance upon first glimpse. The distance was closed in no time, and soon the Superior stood but a few feet away from Young Xehanort, regarding the youthful travelers for a moment in silence. Xemnas then locked his eyes with that of the girl in black, his intense sienna gaze remaining hidden underneath the shroud of the black hood covering his face. The Superior retained the use of anonymity and espionage to allow Young Xehanort time to question this girl without the added confusion of their similarities clotting up the flow of conversation. “So, this is the source” began the Superior of the In Between, taking the time to glance up the hill toward Dr. Finkelstein’s residence. “Another circumstantial victim of fate,” spoke the Superior, referring to Azalea cryptically. Xemnas recalled this world; as it had been one of the stops along Sora’s journey to find Riku and Kairi, back in the days of the first Organization XIII. This world of scares and frights held a great amount of significance to the Heart of the Key That Connected Everything, and there was a though of suspicion that Sora would seek to investigate this occurrence as well. The idea that a friend could possibly be in danger would be too much for the Keyblade Hero to ignore, and Xemnas was certain of this more than anything. They were under a time limit to get this information, and once that had expired, Xemnas would return to the Castle That Never Was to assess the next step in his orders from Master Xehanort. There was no need to risk a fight with Sora this early in phase, but Xemnas found it plausibly acceptable to leave his Heart riddled with confusion and uncertainty.
The Superior returned his attention to the youthful girl in black, and her newest acquaintances, regarding her presence much like he did to Sora during their first encounter. There was little mistake that the Heart before him held exceptional power, yet much like the youthful boy from Destiny Islands before her, that hidden potential needed to be unlocked and put to better use. The Keyblade was truly a marvelous weapon, and in capable hands it held unrivaled power over protection and destruction. Perhaps this girl could be put to use to serve the Organization, much similar to how either Roxas or Xion operated with efficiency. This girl so far seemed to show apparent signs of amnesia, and factual elements of her past remained unclear to Young Xehanort, himself and the girl for the time being. With her Keyblade this shaken and delirious Somebody could potentially help Xehanort’s Cause, yet there also lay in wait the potential to become a hindrance should another road be taken. Xemnas did not disregard the ideal liability this girl could prove to serve, nor did he openly acknowledge to his counterpart the amount of use she could be put towards. For the time being he would simply wait to see how Xehanort’s inquiry would pay off, and develop his plans for the girl from there.
Xemnas took note of the girl’s last words to Zidane, Rosa and Young Xehanort, specifically her means of altering and fixing something that had gone wrong in the past. The Superior found this most intriguing, that this girl had not only come from another world, but another time as well. The Superior assessed the girl’s demeanor and her emotional condition, judging that her heart had yet to make a decision where its allegiance would lie, remaining on the teetering boundaries of Twilight betwixt both Light and Dark. The source of the unusual occurrence had indeed come from Halloween Town, though Xemnas believed the boy with the tail and the girl to be mistaken concerning the identity of the actual beacon. The Superior’s eyes shifted underneath his hood to Young Xehanort when the girl mentioned being from the future, giving a noticeable shift of his head to indicate the Nobody’s suspicion to the time traveler. “You are in a rare position to be carrying an item of such great significance,” began Xemnas as he turned his focus from Young Xehanort to Azalea once more. Her mention of being one of the last Keyblade wielders of her time had piqued great interest in the Nobody, and he desired to know more about the nature of its origin, and that of its fated wielder. “However, to uphold the balance of the worlds is such an important task to undertake. One that requires a mastery over the Keyblade now bound to your heart. In the end, will you be the one to control this power…or will it be the one to control you?” The inquiry about Azalea’s resolve to maintain discipline over her use of the Keyblade was cryptic, but her answer would allow Xemnas to make a better assessment of her potential and the amount of use she could serve to the Organization.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2013 12:53:39 GMT -5
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The blonde giggled at the noble thief and shifted over, kissing his cheek. "Thank you. But no, I can't remember who they are." She let out a light sigh and frowned once more, head head dropping a bit. "I think I'm still a little dazed from the travel or something. But I know what needs to be done to stop them in the future." She began, nodding confidently. "But it will have to wait till after we clean up whatever is going on here."
That's when the cloaked man responded with his name. The girl with the name of a flower seemed hesitant, however, she nodded. "The Youth." She repeated with a sweet smile. The man explained why his name was so mysterious and she nodded once more. Maybe the girl was too trusting to be taking the man at his word like this. That's when the warning about revealing the future came to her ears and she leaned a little closer to listen. "That's a good point. I'll only reveal what is needed! I promise!" She giggled and gave the man a thumbs up.
Then came the comment about talking to the towns folk. "Ok! That's a good idea! Maybe we should split up and ask around to see if they know the source of what happened. There has to be someone in town that is smart enough to make something to create people."
Azalea then spun around, grabbing Rosa's hands. "Ok! Long story short! I am from the future. I came back to stop all the evil in my time by stopping them in the past. But on my way back, something knocked me out in Halloween Town. This place here!" She gestures to the town. "Now we need to find out who used whatever it was to make all these creatures so we can stop them!" She grinned and let the girl's hands go.
That's when her eye caught the hooded man. She glanced over and blinked at him. The first thing she noticed was the Organization cloak that matched Young's. Though, the Organization should all be dead, right? She just watched the man as he approached and gauged everything. Azalea glanced him over with her bright red eyes and waited for him to speak.
That's when she realized he spoke just as cryptically as Young. She glanced between them before staring at the taller man. "You mean my keyblade?" She asked, looking down at her empty palm before looking back up. That's when he asked her the question and she tilted her head a bit, her brows furrowing. "Of course I would control it. What kind of question is that?" She asked, still confused. "What are you talking about? Right now I just want to find out what caused these objects to be attacking people and see if we can stop them." She stated with her confused face, glancing back at her friends.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2013 0:19:21 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] Was feeling excited with so many pretty girls around. He counted himself lucky. When Azalea leaned in to kiss his cheek he felt his face heat up. His blond bangs fell over his eyes as his hands raised up, freezing mid way. Behind him his tail twitched about as shock painted his face. The expression melted off as he reached to brush the back of his head as he felt his heart jump with a guilty twang. He shook his head and cleared his throat.
"W-well it's no problem at all..! Hahah..." He felt badly for the girl, but felt guilty for his actions as well. He would make up for it though! When the young thief made motion to another individual walked up.
They were tall and shrouded in a strange aura. It sent a chill down his spine. His tail visibly curled up as his pupils contracted as he focused on the form. He turned his head toward the figure. They moved like a shadow and were way too conspicuous. The thief set his fist on his hip. He quickly recovered from the unexpected kiss and held himself with his head held high. He felt heart pounding and it was not from the contact of her soft lips on his warm cheek. He shook his head and put on a brave face. This guy that approached them looked pretty dangerous.
He thought over the suggestion of splitting up. He reached up to scratch thoughtfully on his chin he smirked. Perhaps he could be paired up with the ladies? This would suit him well, more to the fact that he really did not trust these fellows. How would they be split up though? Soon both hands rested on his hips as he puffed up his chest.
"So how are we gunna do this? I mean what're we gunna do ta fix the problem?"" The young thief was unaware of the peril the worlds were having. The objects coming to life and harassing the common folk, well heck! he thought that was normal in these crazy, mistless places!
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by youngxehanort on Feb 22, 2013 20:24:00 GMT -5
Young Xehanort stopped and listened to the new, yet familiar, voice. Its deep and commanding tone could only correlate to one individual. It was Xemnas, the Superior of the Organization. While he was Superior no longer, his title still stood. The previous Organization was eradicated and its purpose was no longer needed. So it was promptly replaced with the backup Organization, the Seekers of Darkness. With Master Xehanort now at the helm, each incarnation of Xehanort stood among the infrastructure. Previously he had traveled with Xemnas through time to bring him into the future so the plans could be carried out. Now with both Xemnas and Young Xehanort permanently in the future, as well as the other Seekers of Darkness, they would strive to accomplish their ambition of establishing the second Keyblade War.
Xehanort regarded Xemnas with a glance. They both were wearing the Black Cloak that signified their Organization. While the others might put together that the Youth and the Superior were in partnership, Xehanort disregarded any negative effect it might have. He already gathered enough information to start planning against Azalea. With the knowledge of Time Travel on his side he ultimately knew how to start plaguing her mind with doubt. Perhaps even the fact that he was probably the villain she came to stop could crush her. In all due time Xehanort would reveal what he would do and when.
Alongside Xemnas he would slowly pick apart Azalea and discretely inquire more about her, despite the creatures being the main point of focus. To keep tabs on her, I shall give her the Sigil of Recusant. thought Xehanort. The Sigil was used with the Organization as well as Sora. It was the Xehanort's 'tracking device' for those who were chosen to be among their ranks. However Azalea currently did not fit the role to be a Seeker, so it was merely there to keep an observational eye on her. Like Ventus before her she could prove her worth sometime in the future.
"Our new visitor has a good sense of fashion." Quipped Xehanort, making light of the situation. It wasn't rare that he would make a joke, uncommon was a better word. As he spoke he folded both of his arms behind him, twiddling his fingers while his hands interlocked. The comment was meant as a distraction as he was enchanting the X that crossed over Azalea's stomach. Neither his hands nor the X on her stomach showed signs of any spell being cast. Only Xehanort and Xemnas would notice what had occurred. To both of them the X glowed a deep white with specs of Darkness floating off of it. Anyone else would just see the X as it normally was. By chance the girl had an affection towards X's as they were plastered all over her body in a sense of fashion. Now with the Sigil in place both he, Xemnas, and any other Xehanort would be able to track her location anywhere across the universe.
"Of Darkness and of Light the Keyblade is profound. Its mere existence bellows both danger and protection." He lifted and looked at his left hand and then the same for his right as he spoke, as if his was weighing them. "Only you can decide what it brings, but only if you discipline your Heart," declared Xehanort, pointing a finger at Azalea. He was only reinforcing what Xemnas was saying, but in his own obscure way. Now the thief brought up the previous task at hand: the creatures. "To complete any puzzle one must find the pieces." His leather gloves creaked when he moved his hands to make believe he was putting together a jigsaw puzzle.
"Look around you, what does your Heart see?" The wind was howling as twisted black clouds passed through the dark sky. A pale yellow shine from the moon peeked out from behind the clouds, gracing their eyes with its own degrading luminance. All of the creatures matched the setting of Halloween Town no matter which World they were on. Jagged teeth that were stained yellow swept across the grin of every Creature. "Take heed of the Darkness that this World oh so clings to and immerse yourself as if you were one of them." Xehanort would use this ploy to open their Hearts to Darkness. While some may resist or not follow his word, any that did would feel the Darkness creep into their Heart. It wouldn't necessarily be enough to corrupt them, but it would be an adequate taste.
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Post by xiahtic on Feb 23, 2013 0:47:30 GMT -5
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Post by themaster on Mar 1, 2013 12:42:31 GMT -5
It had been some time since the occurrence of events in the Realm of Sleep, and the failed trial of Sora’s conversion into the thirteenth Dark vessel. However many members of the new replacement Organization excelled with a certain trait inherited from Xehanort, one that seemed to be among the more stronger influences from the man’s heart. That prized virtue was patience, and while Xemnas no longer possessed the heart he once had, he was among the most practiced and experienced wielders of its craft. Xehanort’s ploy to sabotage the Mark of Mastery had failed to acquire Sora for their Cause, yet unknown to many it revealed another piece of the grand puzzle, slowly putting itself back together as fate would guide it. With Sora now journeying through the Realm of Light once more, it would only appear that the honor of becoming the thirteenth would fall to someone else. This certain individual held great significance to the Organization, and could potentially turn the outcome of this war in their favor should they be brought to Xehanort’s side. The time when the next task to be carried out would be upon them soon, and with other members of the Organization disposed by their assignments, Xemnas would no doubt take up the chore. Like many of the other vessels before them, the potential candidates needed to be tested thoroughly, and put through a rigorous test of their own valor. This would prove to the group that the candidate in question was fit to the task, and could uphold the glory and power of the Dark Master’s heart.
While this amnesiac girl served to prove little use to them on this day, the essential rarity of a Keyblade would not go ignored in these darkening times. Young Xehanort brought the party’s attention to the black cloak Xemnas was wearing, making a short quip to provide a casual means to shift his posture. The Superior could already sense what the younger incarnation of the Dark master was plotting, however made no motion to acknowledge the small joke, having gained little to no effect from its clever use of humor. The Sigil of Recusant was a tool that would greatly benefit Xehanort’s selves in tracking Azalea and her friends, all while remaining undetected and unpredictable in the eyes of the would be heroes. Sora had been none the wiser to the power of the sigil placed upon his chest, so what hope did the likes of this lost, lonely girl have against such a spell? Now that she had been targeted, there was no escaping the spectrum of their scope, and she would be counted among the others they had researched.
After Young Xehanort had finished explaining the meaning of Xemnas’ words to Azalea, the youth turned his attention to Zidane’s question, and the response of an answer The Superior could only help but concur with. To blend with their surrounding environments and successfully obtain what they desired from this meager world, they would have to become one with the Darkness that filled the air of Halloween Town, and become like the denizens of this place themselves. “Take caution upon the road you are about to travel down, for not everything or everyone, will be so black and white as you first take them to be.” The Superior made a simple nod to Azalea, causing the chains upon his coat to chime lightly in the dread silence of Town Square. Looking to Young Xehanort, The enigmatic Leader of the Nobodies remained silent for a moment, but made no motion to the man whatsoever. It was in this moment that he understood the time for the next step was to begin, and that his next set of orders from Master Xehanort was to be carried out soon. This brief endeavor had gone successfully, and with none of Yen Sid’s puppets around to have prevented Young Xehanort from targeting Azalea, Xemnas could now leave the youthful time travelers to their game of clean up.
There were much more important matters to attend to now, and Xemnas had not the time to assist the misplaced and lost with tidying up a matter best left for the likes of Sora or Demyx. Without warning another Corridor of Darkness appeared out of nothingness just feet behind Rosa and Azalea, roaring to life with its ominous, vacuum of a sound and the vibrant display of violet, navy and black. The mysterious Unknown took several steps forward as he took his eyes from Xehanort and placed them upon Azalea and Rosa. “Make certain you are prepared, and remain vigilant down this path,” allured the cloaked and enigmatic Number One. It was then that Xemnas walked past the two female Somebodies, coming to a stop just before the Corridor and cast a glance over his right shoulder. “For you have been chosen,” added Xemnas in a cryptic manner, and then turned to walk into the Corridor of Darkness with a satisfied smirk. After the Nobody had vanished into the Darkness, the Corridor closed promptly behind him to leave the party as they were before, alone in Town Square with angry, possessed furniture.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2013 11:59:54 GMT -5
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❝ ANOTHER STORM YOU'RE LEFT TO FIGHT ALONE. UNDER THE WAVES WE'RE SINKING LIKE A STONE. ❞ |
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] █ Azalea was a bit oblivious, but she couldn't help but giggles at Zidane's reaction. It was cute. He took a moment to recover before asking how they were going to fix it. The keyblader made an uncomfortable expression. "Er, I'm not sure. We'll having to find out what caused it... then figure it out from there? Maybe someone knows how we can fix this."
It was silent for a moment before Young Xehanort commented on her outfit. She smiled very brightly, looking down and nodding. "Oh! I know! It is so cute." She giggled. "Thanks~" The boy began to mutter off about darkness and light and the girl squinted her eyes, leaning closer to him. He really was hard to try and understand. But she figured out he was trying to translate for the taller one. "Oh! So... you're saying... I gotta pick good or evil? Well, that's an easy one. Light and good for sure..." She smiled. "I'd never rely on darkness. It's so not my color... My other outfit is way cuter"
Rosa interjected stating that she'd be happy to help them. She smiled over at Rosa and giggled. "Really!? That's be so much help! Thank you!" She stated, smiling at her. This was great. She could use all the allies and friends she could get.
Xemnas then spoke up to answer her and Zidane's question. She nodded and took his warning before he opened a portal behind her and walked past to leave. His words a bit cryptic and eerie that she shivered a bit. "...Chosen? For what?" She turned but he was gone. That's when she noticed the furniture. "Er... Guys.... We have company!" She stated, stretching out her right hand to summon her keyblade. She moved to start forward and stumbled. There wasn't much she could do to battle in these heels.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2013 13:22:54 GMT -5
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Jovial Prince of Thieves [/size] Today was turning out to be a creepy one. He rolled his arms to pop his shoulders and flicked his tail out. The boy turned to face the hooded figure. He was really bugging him out. He could not quite place it but when he started his strange mutterings the boy found it weird. What was with all this concern about light and dark? Good, evil.... These were just titles given to you by others whose perceptions were warped by society. He did not really see himself as one or the other. Though he fought on the side of light... he stole, he lied, he cheated. Those foul acts were things many considered to be deeds of evil. He was greedy and tempted by treasure. He had no manners and was crude, often burping in the presence of polite company, or inappropriately scratching nether regions best left untouched in the presence of a lady.
He was about to tell off the creep, but glanced over his shoulder to Rosa. His head canted to the side when she offered her help. It would be nice to be surrounded by some delicate company on an adventure. So stopping presumed bad guys? If they were screwing up things in the, supposed, future, there did not seem any harm in trying to stop them, but what if stopping them caused the--- No! here was no time to be thinking of things like that. Internal gags aside, the thief blinked at the sudden uneasiness that filled the Keyblader. His gloved hand came over his holster and flicked off the safety strap. When he hand done this he settled his clawed hands on his hips, which pushed back the dark grey cloak. This revealed his holster, an act of intimidation and warning that he was armed.
It was a gentleman's game. You never showed off, but you always let them know you had cards in your hand ready to play. There was a sense of accomplishment when one was able to scare off someone with the knowledge alone that their opponent was armed and not afraid to reveal a sense of readiness toward combat. Confidence was the key to succeeding. A lesson he had to learn the hard way, long ago.
He did not draw his blades, it really was not the time to respond so aggressively without knowledge of what was coming. "What's up cutie, you look flustered." Though he said this as nonchalantly as could be, his azure eyes crept along the darkness. His jaws were slightly parted, revealing the elongated fangs. The boy had a fiendish look to him, especially with his dark, black and brown cloak thrown over his body. He had the appearance of a marauder.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."[/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table] Genome | Light | Thief
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Post by youngxehanort on Mar 10, 2013 16:11:35 GMT -5
Since the sigil was put into place, Xehanort really had no reason to stay with them any longer. She would be tracked across the Worlds and always be in the eyes of all Xehanort's. However the youth decided to stay. Why would he though if he already opened the door to a path he sought? Manipulation. He was certain he had already won the trust of Azalea, but he wanted to hit the final nail into the coffin. Careful planning could be ruined within one fell swoop if one road failed. So Xehanort had to keep his mind and eyes open for those other contingencies. Already he could put together multiple flowcharts on what there was to come. Confidence explained how Xehanort felt about what he had done.
Xemnas had done well in budding their curiosity. Obscure in meaning, his remarks would leave them wondering. A familiar Darkness conjured up where The Superior was. Xehanort returned and acknowledged the glance without giving any body language. Within mere moments both Xemnas and the portal were gone. The other two, Zidane and Rosa, did not want to take the bait Xehanort had set up. Now meaningless, he disregarded the two and focused on the monstrous furniture. With the situation at hand it left Xehanort with a couple options. "Fight or flight, your true test starts here." With his arm raised out in front of him, Xehanort extended his fingers and faced his palm at the furniture. A quick flash of Darkness and Light engulphed his hand as his Keyblade appeared! The blade was distinguished by its bright blue glow and clock paraphernalia. However unlike most Keyblades his was a hybrid between his own and his future selves. Notably the extra wings on the hilt and the demons head on top of the head.
"Now you know why I must be kept incognito." There were a couple monsters around the area. Out of all of them the couch seemed the most 'threatening' if Xehanort could even consider a piece of furniture threatening. Usually he would not help anyone in battle or spark combat with others, however it was a special case. Right now Azalea would prove herself in combat against the monsters. If Xehanort guided Azalea properly he would be able to bring her into a slow dark decent. Like Ventus before her she would have to be ready even if they were to consider her a vessel. As of now it was doubtful, but Xehanort had the mental capacity to keep her down the right way. He held his Keyblade above his head. It was positioned a little bit behind and in a diagonal position with his left hand outward.
In a typical battle while wielding his Keyblade he would use its special powers to extend. Xehanort did not want to reveal this power to them so he planned on only attacking with it normally. Quickly he ran towards the couch, his silver hair flowing backwards as he did. Once he approached the moving furniture he stabbed his Keyblade towards it. After his attempted lunge he quickly went for a spin slash. He ended his short combo with doing a short jump. Using the force of the jump he pivoted sideways in the air and slammed his Keyblade down on the couch. "You need to look inside and call upon the power that beckons you." His advice was short, but simple.
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Post by xiahtic on Mar 11, 2013 4:03:34 GMT -5
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If I don't come along...
The man had disappeared, but not before he left a cryptic statement. She again shivered at the thought, pulling her cape around her for a while before letting it flutter back once more, the silken folds glinting in the soft night's light. She remained mum, just listening to the energetic girl speak while pulling her gaze around her, measuring the surroundings. It was eerily quiet; just like when a storm is about to begin, the air becoming lank and still. She pulled at her bow and arrow, getting them ready even before Azalea summoned her keyblade, the young mage's eyes locking onto a being to their right, her gaze widening at the unfamiliar creature "What....what is that?"
The being appeared as a shadow, just a lump with gleaming icy sapphire eyes, making its way toward them. The young, cloak-clad man pulled out a blade of his own, and it confirmed Rosa's doubts as Azalea announced that they had company, alerting Zidane as well as the monkey-like boy bared his fangs in hostility.
"Be careful, everyone." Rosa whispered, replacing her arrow for one attuned with Holy. They are dark beings, that's for sure and maybe a small shred of lighr could penetrate their void-forged bodies. She let go of the arrow after a heartbeat, piercing the fiend straight to where a head should be, watching it shatter in the night. But the adversaries were moving closer and closer, and they should cut a path fast or they will be severely outnumbered.
She stepped back, her feet falling into place as she walked towards a farther end to the back, giving her arrows maximum speed and velocity. She had been shooting arrow after arrow, her practiced limbs working in full precision; something that could make even the seasoned archers keel and fall in exhaustion. There was only one thing going on her mind; she had to make sure none of the fiends would get to her friends. She was watching everyone's back.
Nothing is ever as it seemed. Open your eyes and see. How beautiful love can be. MADE BY KIWII OF BTN | |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 13, 2013 14:34:24 GMT -5
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❝ ANOTHER STORM YOU'RE LEFT TO FIGHT ALONE. UNDER THE WAVES WE'RE SINKING LIKE A STONE. ❞ |
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #EDEDED;][atrb=vAlign,top] █ The girl huffed a bit, waving her hand to change her footwear. It took a bit, but she was able to change it to the same pair of boot she normally wore, but back. She let out a slight sigh, knowing it took a bit out of her to counteract the world's magic. "Just these shoes and the furniture monsters. We got to stop them..."
However, Xehanort took the first attack. He summoned this very interesting looking keyblade that made Azalea blink in awe at it. It was very pretty. "Well, it's obviously fight!" She smiled at Zidane before launching her keyblade at one of the lesser pieces of furniture. The Strike Raid seemed successful as she caught her weapon as it returned to her hand. "HAH! TAKE THAT!"
"Though, I dunno why you need to be kept hidden. Is it because you're a keyblader?" She asked, moving to attack the next piece of furniture that moved into her range. This creature happened to be the couch. "Ok! Thanks!" She smiled at the man. It was nice to meet a keyblader who knew something.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2013 13:54:54 GMT -5
Jovial Prince of Thieves Was really against understanding anything at this point. From time walking, to strange, living furniture? The monstrous faced beast of a boy was at his wits end. His arms slipped back into his cloak. This was pretty irritating. His lips pulled over those longer-than-usual fangs. He chuckled and growled softly, already used to this strange form.
"I suppose I can't let you girls go at it by yourselves" He professed.
He had slipped his hands into his cloak and allowed his claw-tipped fingers to brush over the hilts of his blades. He drew them, nary making a flutter beneath his cloak as he crouched and evened out his center of gravity. It felt good to have his gloved fingers around his blades. His tail flicked out from underneath his cloak when his foot hit the ground and he dashed off, launching vertically toward the enemy that Azalea struck with such playful ferocity. She seemed like a greenhorn to him. A young woman barely used to the throngs of adventure. He remembered someone like that a long time ago.
It was cute.
When he dashed passed the enemy his cloak fluttered up like a pair of shadowy wings. It hid his motion. His blade, clasped tightly in his left hand, would push the enemy back while his right came in for a sharp down-slash. This action caused him to spin. He turned and slid across the ground, now facing the girls. His blond bangs fell down over his face, shadowing those monstrous, azure eyes. This was a really strange situation, he would admit to that, but he supposed there was no day like the present... He smirked up wildly, cocking his head.
"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your
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Post by youngxehanort on Mar 24, 2013 19:40:16 GMT -5
Like the Heartless and other various creatures that plagued the world, the furniture wasn't intelligent. After attacking the couch and moving onto another piece of living decor, he listened to Azalea's response. She's not taking the bait. No matter. If not today her time will soon come. His subtle attempts to sink her into Darkness had failed this time around, but Xehanort wasn't worried. In fact he welcomed challenge. Any bump in the road did not veer him off the path, instead it made him think about how to get around the obstacle. Fashioning his Keyblade he faced a railing that looked like a snake. Two powerful diagonal strikes were delivered onto the combination of wood and metal. He ended his short lived combo by spinning to put power behind a spin-slash.
Turning his head he noticed Zidane, who was boasting again. When will he ever learn? It was starting to get on his nerves. However it didn't really effect Xehanort too much. Such was the nature of the living, those who exist will have contrasting personalities. The other female, Rosa, wasn't much of the talkative type it seemed. He wondered when the furniture would stop?
(Spring break causes unmused posts, it'll pick back up next time around)
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