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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2014 17:41:22 GMT -5
Twilight Town has been attacked by Darkness. Dark Group | Attacking: Sephiroth [Leader] Seymour Sark Xigbar Emperor Mateus of Palamecia ----- The Light or Neutral have five days to get a team together to counter this attack or the Dark will have a claim on the world! Dark, feel free to post here. Another post will be added when the Light or Neutral get a Raid Group, or if the Dark has won the world! Keep an eye out!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2014 18:34:20 GMT -5
A Light Group of Five has Countered the Attack! Light Group | Defending: Cloud Strife [Leader] Queen Elsa Snow Villiers Krile Mayer Balderson James Cabuelo
---- Posting Order: Sephiroth, Cloud, Seymour, Queen Elsa, Xigbar, Snow, Sark, James, Emperor Mateus, then Krile.---- If no winner has been decided by July 20th, then a staff member will review and decide the winner! Remember the Rules!! - [ RULES HERE] Let the Battle Begin!!
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2014 21:49:10 GMT -5
Only in seconds there was panic and bloodshed in the streets of Twilight town. The entire world was in panic due to a crazed madman killing people and destroying the towns. Of course this being is Sephiroth. The Chosen One was in one of those murderous rampages. Using force was the only way he wanted to get something, so that's what he was going to do.
The Angel knew more beings of darkness were on their way to help him take this world and plunder it to the darkness. However, he had a feeling the Light would eventually make their way here. Upon entering the current town one would notice mass destruction. Buildings are simply cut in half, blood filled the streets, and screams of terror echoed throughout the town.
Sephiroth slowly made his way to the Sandlot and stood in the center of the area. Here is where the grand battle would take place. With his mighty sword and abilities he was certain he couldn't lose this. However, the Light always tends to pull a win from nowhere. So of course the Demi-God was prepared for everything. So who would come to his aid?And who would come to challenge him?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2014 15:04:45 GMT -5
((OoC – I Have permission from Elsa to have her enter the thread with me and to have her speak when she does.))
Travelling through the Corridors of Darkness was also an interesting experience. You never knew where you would end up, but travelling alone was so much easier then doing it with someone else. You had to be extra careful not to lose the, having them end up in a completely different world to the one you show up in. Plus, while within these Corridors, the Darkness literally felt like ti was feasting on you, eating your body up, especially your heart. They were not designed for those with Light within their hearts to use. Cloud was a different case. He had experienced both sides of the coin and still had a gathered Darkness buried somewhere within him. Every time he stepped into one of the Corridors though, he felt the Darkness surfacing, wanting to be free of it's prison within him. It wasnt' on such a scale that Vincent had to contend with on a daily basis, but memories of his fight battle with Sora, The Key to Everything, returned to him. Hades had given him a taste of Darkness to increase his strength so that he'd be able to defeat Hercules – A requirement needed to be fulfilled if Hades were to hold up his end of their deal and help Strife meet a 'certain someone'.
He closed his eyes tight, but not before he made sure to take hold of Elsa's hand, making sure he had a secure grip upon her, but not tight enough to hurt her. Cloud knew how cautious was she around people, not liking to be touched, but this wasn't the time for that. The Corridors were dangerous places and the Delivery Boy didn't want to worry about her if they ended up in different worlds. Strife no long cared where he ended up, what world he set foot upon; he just wanted out of these Corridors! Fortunately for him, that desire was granted as the uncomfortable 'nothingness' that made up the floor of the Corridors returned to the solid feel of stone. Instantly Cloud felt the warmth of this world's sun hit his skin and warm his blood. With eyes still closed though, it took him a second to open them and observe the scene before him. A gorgeous sunset hovered over the ocean horizon with the long, twisting train track disappearing off into the distance. A massive town was laid out before him, coloured a beautiful fiery orange from the sunset in the distance. Something seemed off though... A quick glance over his shoulder confirmed that he had arrived in this world at the Station overlooking the town, Elsa beside him. Gently letting go of her hand, he turned back around to cast his mako-blue eyes upon the town. He didn't remember this place having so many columns of smoke raising up towards the clouds. ”... What's happened here?” He asked aloud, walking up to the wall that protected those living here from tumbling off the area before the Station, down into the Twilight Town below.
This place looked like a war zone and it was definitely not like this when he had encountered that massive man in the full suit of armour the other day. He stood here for a moment in silence, taking in the scene before him until he finally decided to turn around to face the Queen behind him, but his determined yet feared expression suddenly changed to one of sheer panic and helplessness. If Elsa looked close enough, she'd have noticed that Cloud's eyes were flickering between two different pairs, his normal glowing ones and a pair with cat-like pupils, turquoise in colour and glowing much more brightly then before. ”Cloud?” The Queen spoke up, but Strife didn't hear her. He grit his teeth tight together and instantly slapped his gloved hands against the sides of his head, squeezing hard. Sweat began to fall from his brow as his knees shook, causing him to collapse down onto them. ”N-no...!!” He felt himself shaking, his arms, his legs; all of his body – getting worse and worse until a bright light flashed through his mind, the image of a young woman in a pink dress appearing from out of said light, smiling at him softly. Cloud's eyes, which originally were shut tight, suddenly snapped open and he found himself back in control of his body once more.
Deep, heavy breaths left his lips as he lowered his hands from his hand and pressed his palms against the floor, staring at the droplets of sweat that fell from his brow and off the end of his nose, creating small drips upon the ground between his hands. Looking up to see what had become of the Queen of Arendelle, Strife grunted under his breath as he pushed himself up onto his feet, a little wobbly at first, but quickly becoming more stable as the seconds passed. Wiping his long left sleeve across his forehead, the Delivery Boy face was quickly covered with a frown as he turned away from the young woman before him, looking off to his left where the only path exiting the Station was. ”... There's a lot about me, that I've not told you. But there's a man here, who you MUST stay away from...” The fake-SOLDIER looked back towards the Ice Queen and stared at her with a stern expression. A second passed and he summoned his Fusion Sword to his right hand with a flash of light, to which he gripped hold of tightly and turned himself to face the single downhill path out of the Station's plaza. A body lay just over the brow of the downward path, lifeless and Strife bore his teeth as he clenched them together. Did the Legendary SOLDIER's madness know no ends? How many times was Strife going to have to send him back to the Lifestream before he finally stayed there once and for all? ”We're really unlucky, Elsa... We've come to a world at war. My old enemy is here and I have to find him before anyone else gets hurt.” Cloud spoke up as he glanced to his side to cast his glowing mako-infused eyes upon her. Watching her silently for a moment, knowing that she must be feeling pretty scared or worried right about now, leaving her alone might not be the smartest thing the Delivery Boy could do. Saying that, having her be in the presence of Sephiroth, would also not be a terribly smart thing. However, if she were with him, it would make it easier to protect her and it would also mean she would not get into trouble on her own, were she to bump into another villian of the Darkness. Closing his eyes and nodding to himself slowly, Cloud let out a short breath as he readied himself.
"It's going to be dangerous from here on. A fight is inevitable... Stay close, but if we find Sephiroth, you must not engage him!" Without another word to the Queen beside him, Strife took a final glance at her before he turned and sprinted down from the Station, fast enough so he'd be able to reach his destination quickly, but slow enough so that the Queen of Aredelle would be able to keep up with him.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2014 21:13:07 GMT -5
Worlds passed like a fleeting dreams, before Seymour. He had been travelling withing this vast universe for what reason, he still didn't know. He wanted to end suffering through the only means he knew, but didn't have the strength to do it on his own. He had hoped for a tool like Sin to be used to end all suffering in a quick blow, but that plan was forfeit. Now he was on his own, a sad lost forgotten soul only being held together by pyreflies. Seymour knew this. He could theoretically accept that he was already dead and be sent again, but no despite his wayward knowledge and the feeling of being lost, he had a will to keep on living. He would not fail again, and now that he learned the benefit of being an unsent he would have an easier time.
Seymour just needed something though. He didn't know what. He had been traveling in hopes of finding something, but he has found nothing. Just wayward worlds to exotic for Seymour to even comprehend.
In the crimson sky above Twilight Town pyreflies slowly started to gather. This was a scene that has happened many times now. The pyreflies wailed as they clumped over the soul that was Seymour's giving him form. He was kneeling eyes closed at first as the pyreflies manifested his body. Once his body had completed Seymour opened his eyes only to see he was in the middle of what looked like a warzone. He could see clouds of smoke rising from fires, as well as wrecked buildings, and people dying. In Spira a place like this would be coated in pyreflies, but of course this wasn't Spira. Seymour could hear the screams of people, and the cries of others in the mess.
Out of the corner of his eyes Seymour saw a figure still very much alive walking down a pathway. Seymour was about to follow before he felt a tug on his robe. It was a man barley alive only able to utter the weak words, "Please.... *Cough* ... Help."
Seymour knelt before the man and held him up in his arms. His expression emotionless as he tilted his head slightly. "So much pain and suffering.. yes I'll ease your suffering now just close your eyes and sleep," Seymour said before letting the man back down and casting a blizzara spell, on the man ending his life and suffering.
Seymour's face remained emotionless as he took a closer look at the surroundings only to notice that the bodies of many scattered the streets, blood coating the ground. He looked at the sky and now filling with the smoke of destruction. He closed his eyes again to take in the area and listen to listen to the surroundings. Nothing but cries of the weak. He slowly opened his eyes again and took a few moments to think.
Seymour wondered what had done this and then his mind quickly returned to the man he saw walking away down a small path. He had to either be the one or know who caused this destruction. So Seymour made his way following the strange man who he could have even sworn had a lone wing.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2014 10:56:56 GMT -5
It had taken a bit of coaxing to get Elsa to give him her hand as they had stood, the rain pounding down onto their shoulders, before the Dark Corridor that had appeared overlooking the ocean beneath Port Royal. She'd tried to dissuade him, tried to show him how dangerous she was, but he wouldn't listen. Even when her fingertips brushed the iron railing that kept the two of them from falling into the sea and covered them with a thick sheen of ice, he'd persisted in taking her with him. He was oddly protective of her, and though their conversation had at least shed some light on his own motives, she still couldn't quite understand why people like him -- people she barely knew -- were so determined to defend her. She appreciated their kindness and their sympathy, she really did, but didn't they realize how foolish they were?
Either way, she'd let him take her hand. And now they were moving forward together, through the wispy threshold of the Corridor and into Darkness. Like Cloud, Elsa felt the effects immediately. The Darkness did little to bring out the best in her, either, and already she could feel the storm in her chest begin to whir, stirring and spinning and gaining strength at every step. Her eyes widened as they wandered, hand-in-hand, through sheer nothingness, he steadfast on finding the nearest exit he could, she concentrated purely on trying to tame the icy panic rising within her.
Conceal, don't feel. Conceal, don't feel...
At some point, she realized she'd closed her eyes as she tried to block out any and all emotions -- fear, particularly -- from bubbling up and driving her over the brink of what little control she had over herself. When she opened them again, feeling her panic subside a little, her grip on Cloud's hand tighter than she remembered it being, she was surprised to see that the world around her was suddenly a vibrant orange with long, beautiful lines of honied yellow draped across the quaint town that stood beneath them. It took her eyes a few seconds to adjust, but even as they did, she knew she'd never been here before. This was a brand new world to her. She took a few moments to take in the sights: they were standing on a large, empty square situated above the town, a tall building marked 'Twilight Town Station' standing behind them. Through the glass, Elsa glimpsed a small booth by the entrance labeled 'Tickets,' a short staircase leading to an impressive and vast golden hall and a series of long, mighty looking machines lined up in neat rows that seemed to be cut out from the rest of the hall. Preoccupied, Elsa narrowed her eyes, trying to get a better look at the machines, when Cloud let go of her hand.
She spun around, watching him as he left her to go look over the edge of the short wall that surrounded the square. Something was wrong. The way he took long strides, full of purpose, was all she needed to make that assumption. It was such a difference to the defeated and frustrated strides of the man she'd met in the rain in Port Royal just a little while ago. He asked himself a question she couldn't quite hear. She followed his line of sight down to the cluster of buildings and towers below. That's when she saw what she hadn't on first glance.
The town was burning. Great stacks of black smoke billowed into the air from cement corpses, all that remained of what must have used to be houses, shops, arcades, businesses. Whole buildings appeared to have been sliced diagonally in half, one half standing in place, savagely ripped open and bare, debris having showered the inside of homes and offices, while the other halves lay sideways across roads or stood in towering piles of rubbish and debris. In some places, the orange and yellows of eternal twilight gave way to another colour: crimson, as it trailed down several streets, carrying the last of what remained of unfortunate townsfolk downward to a small, circular area at the town's heart.
Blood. It was blood, Elsa realized.
This town wasn't just burning. It was bleeding.
She hadn't realized that her hands had raised to cup her mouth and nose. She hadn't realized how wide her eyes had become, not until Cloud was turning back to face her, his own expression tainted by both fear and reckless determination, something inside of him awakening at the scene. She didn't miss the flickering changes in his pupils, either. She lowered her hands, trying to reign in her own emotions, not even realizing that the burst of disgust at the sight before her and the fear she felt for the people of the town was leaking ice through her feet, leaving a short trail of it after her where she'd taken a few steps forward towards Cloud.
"Cloud?" she asked hesitantly, unsure of what else to say, what else to do. The town below was burning and bleeding and Cloud, suddenly on his knees, was having a fit right in front of her.
He clutched at his head and sank, curling into himself, as something seemed to take control of his body. A new wave of fear and worry overcame Elsa at the sight. She wanted to help her new friend, try and calm him down, try and stop whatever was happening to him, but she had no idea what had come over him, why his eyes were changing shapes and colours, and she had no way of knowing how best to reclaim his attention or else how to pull him out of it. Ice expanded from her heels, creating a little circle around her, as she stood, watching, frozen to her spot, useless and unsure of herself. Her hands, still cupped, sank to her chest. She clutched at the fabric of her dazzling dress, eyebrows curling upward in despair.
Luckily for her (and for him), it didn't last long. Soon after it had started, he seemed to relax, covered in sweat but on his hands and knees, breathing heavily, reclaiming himself. He rose unsteadily to his feet, wobbling a little, and she almost made to step forward and grab his shoulder for support. That was, until she took one step forward and glanced down at him, only to catch a glimpse of the ice beneath her feet.
She gasped and took a step back, away from him, as he looked up at her. In his haze of concentration, it didn't seem as if he'd noticed her little 'accident.' The ice she'd warned him about. The ice that escaped her whenever she was scared, or angry, or anxious. He was wiping the sweat from his brow with his sleeve when he turned away from her, looking back over the low wall at the ruined town as he spoke in a low, desperate tone.
"... There's a lot about me that I've not told you. But there's a man here, who you MUST stay away from..."
He turned back to her, staring into her eyes with steeled purpose. She only nodded her head in response, gripping the fabric at her chest. She didn't follow his gaze this time, as he looked over to where the road dipped downwards in the direction of the town, failing to notice the body that lay just around the corner.
"We're really unlucky, Elsa... We've come to a world at war. My old enemy is here and I have to find him before anyone else gets hurt."
Elsa's head jerked up at the word 'enemy.' She knew what having enemies was like. That was for sure. How many had she already garnered for herself over the short time she'd been travelling since being pulled unceremoniously from her life in Arendelle with Anna? Xehanort, who'd tricked her into freezing worlds upon her arrival in The World That Never Was; Kefka, who had cornered her in the woods and cultivated an interest in tormenting her. Oh, yes, she knew what having enemies was like, though her first instinct would never have been to run off in chase of them. But she supposed Cloud was not her. Hadn't shared in her experiences. Didn't share the fear she harboured in her storm, in her heart.
He summoned his weapon to his hand in a flash of light and looked sidelong at her.
"It's going to be dangerous from here on. A fight is inevitable... Stay close, but if we find Sephiroth, you must not engage him!"
She nodded for a third time. She didn't like the sound of a fight, but what other choice did she have? She had to get home. She had to find Anna. She had to make sure her sister was safe. And the only way to do that was to keep moving, to find another Corridor and slip through it, move on to the next world and hope it would be Arendelle. If he wanted to keep travelling with her, he would have to accept that.
He took off at a sprint. Elsa let go of the fabric at her chest, only to bend down and grip the dress that billowed around her feet and lifted it up before running after him, her icy high heels making distinct, tinging clacks against the cobblestone road. What she'd missed earlier was coming into view now: the body of a man, mutilated and eviscerated, blood flowing into thick rivers of red between the stones. Her eyes widened as they ran past, down the long, winding road into the heart of town, dodging more bodies and more crimson rivers as they crossed a square criss-crossed with parallel iron bars and machines like the one Elsa'd seen through the windows of the Station toppled onto their sides beside them, bits and pieces of metal of all sizes splayed across the ground, creating a minefield of sharp debris that anyone -- including them -- needed to cross in order to advance through the town. Bits and pieces caught and tore at the glittering cape that hung from the sides of her chest and spilled out across the ground behind her, stopping her every so often to pull it free.
When they'd finally made it across the second square, towards a smaller road leading down to the heart of town -- a sign pointing them in the right direction read 'To the Sandlot' -- Elsa's footsteps had left a long, winding trail of ice behind them, tracing their route through the town as they went.
Ice tainted red by the blood that clung to the bottom of her cape.
She turned her head to eye Cloud as she ran, breathing heavily, just behind him.
"Cloud," she said, getting his attention. "This man, Sephiroth... what's he like? How will I know it's him?"
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.:: Flurry: Flurry is a playful wisp/stream of snow/line of ice that can be used to make pretty patterns in the air, tickle someone's nose or cover them with snow. Flurry also constitutes her ability to change environmental details and conditions (ie. when ice creeps out of her hands when she's scared and "takes over" the room she's in) and random stuff like being able to change the design of her dress or someone else's clothes. Flurry can have a more semantic purpose as well; it can turn into a raging storm of snow that circles Elsa like a tornado, though it does little more than blow one's hair around. This storm most often appears when Elsa is in drastic situations, feels threatened, sad or otherwise compromised emotionally. It acts much like a dog's bark -- to scare people off, but it doesn't actually do any damage. Cooldown: None. This isn't even an attack, really, just an intrinsic part of her powers and on the playful side as well.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2014 21:41:02 GMT -5
A corridor of darkness opened in Twilight Town's marketplace. Through it yet another dark being would step into this world, and unfortunately he would not be the last. The dark man donned a long black coat, and his face was concealed by the hood attached to it. As his corridor closed, the man began to search his surroundings-or more accurately what was left of them. The area was in shambles, almost as if it were carpet bombed for seven hours straight before being attacked by an army of pyro-maniacs. Of course, the truth behind this area's destruction was much more disturbing for the man. "Whoa...this guy wasn't kidding around." The man mused as he began to walk forward. "Heh, guess it's a good thing I'm on his side."
A call was recently sent out by a dark warrior for beings of similar affiliations to join him in the destruction of this world. Xigbar heeded the call for his own purposes. Apparently the man simply wished to battle and destroy, which was all fine and good but in the end Xigbar hoped to stay behind after the smoke cleared. Twilight Town had a special place in his...chest. It always felt like a home away from home, a world that lingered in between light and dark just as he did. One could argue that it was a nicer version of The World That Never Was. Now it was to be razed to the ground. He wasn't okay with it at first, but then he got to thinking. If this guy and his pals were to succeed, Twilight Town would be desolate. When all was said and done, the Organization could easily swoop in and claim the world in the name of Xehanort. Then poof, new base! That would be great...too bad he would have to get his hands dirty first.
Though not as dirty as he anticipated; as Xigbar walked through the ruins of the town to the designated meeting place of the dark pals party, Xigbar quickly noticed that most of the work was done for him. He swore he wasn't late, yet the town was a mess! Worse than a mess, it was like a fire tornado ate the town up and miraculously spat it all out in its original layout minus any recognizable proof that living beings had once lived there. Maybe he was tardy to the party after all. Really tardy. At least he knew the guy was serious, he would have felt like a fool if he showed up and was the only one here. And trust me, he had some major doubts at first. The guy looked like a joke, what with the weird trench-coat and all those belts. And that wing! Oh lord he almost forgot the wing, that thing looked ridiculous! Hmph, you think he would know better than to judge a book by its cover.
It took longer than he anticipated to make it to the Sandlot. Under normal circumstances he could get there easily, but the town was just wrecked. He didn't recognize a dang thing! Plus half the streets were clogged up with...well I'll just call them gruesome scenes and leave it at that. it was just a pain in the butt to get around. just as he began to wonder why he didn't just enter the world through the Sandlot to begin with, he found a familiar alleyway that lead right to it! Some luck huh? Xigbar entered the Sandlot expecting to find the whole team there. Instead he just found the one guy. Were the others still partying? Y-yeah they had to be...I mean, this guy couldn't have possibly done all this by himself! Such an idea was...was...terrifyingly baffling! Now way it could be done. R-right? Right. Right right right right, they were just out having fun. He could swear he heard some explosions in the distance, surely that's one of them. This guy just decided to take a break or something. Or maybe was waiting here to greet Xigbar's tardy behind.
Xigbar let out a sigh of mixed relief and worry before stepping forward. As he walked toward the center of the lot, he visibly looked around just to see if the others were resting out of his line of sight. Xigbar strolled right up to the one winged weirdo and threw up a hand in greet. "Hey there!" he said as he approached. "Sorry I'm late, a bit hard to navigate this place now that it's mostly ashes." Xigbar put his hands on his hips as he stood a few feet from the man. He was oddly much more intimidating up close. He scratched his head with his right hand before continuing to speak, "You guys could have at least waited for me y'know. It's not nice to exclude people." Xigbar chuckled nervously and glanced about to see if anyone else had arrived. No luck, still only him and the weirdo. With smoke covering the normally radiant sky, the only thing left to light the Sandlot was the shifting flames in the buildings nearby. It kind of put Xigbar on edge, which was something he did not enjoy. he adjusted his hood and let out a shivering sigh. He decided to keep up a conversation to avoid accidentally feeling fear, "So uh, what're the others up to?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2014 1:58:26 GMT -5
Snow found himself traveling around, helping whenever he could, and protecting the people that he could while trying to find his way back home. Although usually he would make noise about the heroic deeds that he pulled off daily, Snow found himself being awfully quiet about the things that he did. Snow, given the fact that he had lived for over 500 years, had seen it all; he has seen love, hate, anger, happiness, and sadness. Snow, now that he had been trapped in this universe, needed to find his way back. However, for some reason, he couldn’t help but feel, with a certainty that he could not explain that he was needed in this universe. These dark creatures that attacked innocent people were running amok and it seemed like Snow was the only one that had the power to stop them. What was worse was that every time Snow stopped them, more of them would appear. Where did these creatures come from? Why were they attacking innocent people? What did they want? Who did they work for? Snow was just in Radiant Garden and he found himself flying his newly acquired airship toward what seemed to be another world. Snow heard the rumors of there being other worlds other than the one that he was just on but he didn’t believe it but the rumors were not that unusual. After all, where he came from, Pulse and Cocoon were, in a way, two separate worlds in the same universe. Snow raised an eyebrow at the look of the world…it almost seemed…cartoonish. Snow decided to fly into the world.
Snow had landed his airship on the outskirts of town. He shut off the engine, unbuckled himself out of his seat and letting down the walk ramp. Snow didn’t really have a reason for simply helping people in the way of dealing with the dark creatures that arose in every world that he had ever been to. He never really thought that one needed a reason to help other people. However, as Snow thought about it, he realized that maybe he went so out of his way to help other because he felt like he owed it to the broken promises that he failed to keep. Yeah sure, Snow had been forgiven by Serah, in fact, Serah never even blamed Snow for what happened, nor did anyone else. Was Snow doing this because it was the right thing or because he still felt guilty? Snow thought that he had forgiven himself for the mistakes that he made and the promises that he broke, but he hasn’t forgotten them. Snow dug into his right pocket and took out his NORA necklace, looking into the sterling silver chain as he walked out of his airship. Gadot and the others would definitely be telling him to get a grip and to get over himself. Snow missed them…but the promise of a new world that Snow had even lived in, even if it was just for a moment…told Snow that he might just see them all again. Snow smiled and stuffed the necklace into his pocket.
It was then that he heard a blood curdling scream and explosions. He looked up from his thoughts and toward the town to see it in flames. Black smoke was rising from the town; the booming sounds of debris falling echoed from the city and made it the ears of the hero. Snow’s eyes widened at the terrible sight before him. It was then that he ran as fast as he could toward the town. Once he entered the town, the smell of blood filled his nose and he saw the bodies of dead men, women, and children. Snow then looked all around to see buildings in flames and roads with gigantic potholes in them. Snow ran his gigantic hands through his long hair; who or what could have done this? Snow examined the area and realized that there was a trail of carnage. He didn’t know who or what did this, but it seemed as if this being or thing that did this just wanted to cut through toward its destination. Snow then followed the trail of blood, bodies, and carnage. As Snow was running along the trail of clues, he slowed down as soon as he heard someone speak. He hid behind the corner and peeked out to see two men, one seemed to be wearing a large trenchcoat, and the other one was hooded; both of them were covered in black. Snow couldn’t help but feel these two men were the cause. Snow has never seen any regular being that wanted to help the helpless just stand around, taking in the destruction.... The look of them just screamed “evil”. It was then that Snow stepped out to meet him, letting his huge booted footsteps echo through the area that Snow found himself and the two men in. Snow then threw his huge arms out to his sides and shrugged at them with a stoic look upon his face.
”So…which is it, fellas? What, you guys just don’t like peace and quiet...? Or…is it because someone made fun of what you fellas are wearin’? Those wisecracks at your outfits must have been huge if it made you do all of this to a city, because I know, for sure, that you guys aren’t here to help it. So tell me, gentlemen…who hurt your feelings?”, Snow said as he readied himself for battle, stretching his thick black leather gloves over his hands. He then set his right foot behind his left and put his dukes up…
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2014 14:08:28 GMT -5
PREPARE FOR DE-RESOLUTION ┍ "Illogical," the Command Program said as an area atop the houses became inverted in color before Commander Sark stood there. He looked down at the tram rails and such as he crossed his arms behind his back, studying the entire area around him, he ignored the people's screams and such he could hear. He had already recognised the chaos around here, it was perhaps time for order. Some better order than whatever these worlds seemed to have, if any. No, these 'worlds', these networks had little sense to them. Also the sections seemed all different from what he was used to within the Grid. He had already figured this wasn't the Space Paranoids dataspace anymore, but to exist beyond the network was a new experience all the same. Yet, as a coded person, he still seemed to perceive things as if he was still within the network. Or is this simply how all Users are living? He didn't know. The man wandered over the buildings before screams were heard again, turning to face the direction, he started to move in that direction calm while seeing what way to get there. He also noted the large tower, the Clocktower, looking at it for a while. No... he shook his head, the MCP wouldn't be there, would he? Sark calmly continued his way as he thought these things over, but he maintained his position high up, figuring it was best to first see what was going on before he would immerse himself into the happenings. Whatever was going on, perhaps it was a good thing. Teleporting forward again, he came to see an open area from above where a man stood. Someone also appeared there, Sark chose to study the two for the moment, but felt the second person was... somewhere familiar. Perhaps somewhere in my parameters?Another appeared and Sark studied him as well, he seemed... hostile to the other two? It mattered little as Sark moved his arms from his back and moved them with open palms by his side before Strafers appeared around him. Five of them appeared surrounding him before he moved his arms behind his back again and looked down, allowing the five Heartless to float slowly down towards the Sandlot. Actions[1] Summoned 5 Strafers, they staying high up in the air, but floating slowly down. [2 & 3] N/A. ActiveReprogrammed Heartless: Five Strafers, 2 HP each, 6 post duration. WORDS: 379 NOTES: Sark's watching you~ TAGS: Sephiroth, Cloud, Seymour, Elsa, Snow, James, Mateus, Krile ┚
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2014 15:00:26 GMT -5
A ball of light flew off towards a new location in need of help little did James Know he was in over his head.
From anyone that was still alive in twilight town they would be able to see a bright white comet ready to crash just on the outskirts of the town. With a flash of light the comet landed in one of the already made potholes in the ground near the town.
The ball of light began to vanish as he stood up and took in his surroundings. His first sight was not a pleasant one. James was almost crying at the sight before him as he saw buildings on fire, some sliced into bits, and the blood there was so much blood. He was not ready for this, chosen or not how could he face a force this powerful?!
He saw many people dead before him he could have saved but no he was to late! But was he? There must be some survivors hiding away right? Hopefully enough to rebuild the town again.
"There must be a resistance force somewhere! I just need to help everyone I can, find them, and join the fight!"
James heard a scream coming from a nearby area, Now full of righteous fury James took out his sword 'Excalibur' and ran towards that scream.
"I'll save them all no matter what!"
As he neared the scream he saw a man with bluish hair near a another man lying on the ground dead.
"Are you the one who caused all this chaos and destruction?! If so I can't let you continue this act of injustice!" James said as he readied his sword for a fight.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2014 0:53:56 GMT -5
Screams and destruction was all that the emperor could only hear. It was a familiar sound to Mateus and in his conquest it was a very common one as well. Fear was something that the people needed to know and something that was needed to be engraved into their heart. One needed to lose everything before they truly learned its value, their very life itself included. They were all sinful creatures that were bound to merely fall to hell no matter what they did. Violence was human nature and it was this very nature that would bring about their demise. It didn’t matter what land he appeared upon as it would all result in the same thing. Mateus’ rule would be absolute and no matter what they did in the end he would remain on top.
Unfortunately for the emperor’s annoyance there would always be those that would claim themselves as heroes. The selfless beings that would always rise up will continue to oppose him with a bravery that Mateus could only call idiotic. They would continue to rise up like cockroaches that will just not die. They claimed they fought for others, but Mateus would not fall for such a ruse. All beings fought for their own selfish desires and it was only human nature for them to follow their ugly and naked desires of the heart.
Flames rages all over the town as people began to scream from all over. In such a quick moment peace had been shattered and they tried so hard to escape, but Mateus had other plans for such a moment. This world had caught his attention and with a world so close to light and darkness it was quite unique. The call of darkness he heeded actually proved to be of worth and Mateus was quite pleased. Whether he would come across dullards of destruction or even those with a darkened mind, Mateus was willing to aid in the ruination of this world. With aid he would be able to weaken any force that acted as this world’s guardian and when all was done he would have a world that would be easy for the picking.
“It seems we must part for now, the gathering is just up ahead after” Mateus said taking a few steps forward “ah, but do not fret…I am not done with you all yet. You all have plenty of time left to make your decisions….” Mateus said closing his eyes with a small chuckle. Past the bloodied bodies that rested upon the ground quivering in pain he continued to walk. They were nothing more than civilians and hardly a threat to him, but they must know the absolute power of the emperor. His steps came to a halt as darkness beneath his feet begun to surround him and formed a corridor of darkness that would transport him away from the area.
The blackened corridor appeared on the rooftops of one of the buildings surrounding the sandlot and from that corridor walked out the emperor of hell. With his bloodied staff in hand, Mateus walked upon the roof of the building that had yet to of been destroyed by the forces of Darkness and stared down upon the scene looking to see what it was that drew him there. What the golden man saw only made the man raise an eyebrow and smirk. Ahead of him he could see three entrances, one to the north-east, one to the north-west and finally the last one to the east.
Out of the three that stood before him, only one of them was quite familiar to him. “Oh…so the mighty Sephiroth was the one to call me out?” Mateus said. Fighting alongside the silver haired man would not be troublesome at all as he had some experience dealing with the man. If anything, his interest in what will occur had increased quite a deal. He raised his staff and upon tapping the bottom of it on the ground two black portals immediately began to form on his two sides.
From those two portals rose forth two blackened knights riding upon what seemed to demonic horses. “Go forth….You are to block the two exits ahead of you…let past those that carry the scent of blood or darkness, but bar those of light…kill if you so desire…” Mateus commanded coolly. Accepting the command from their master, the knights galloped forth on their armored steeds and head forth towards the entrances that led in the Sandlot. With Mateus only able to summon two knights, the one entrance that led to the back ally was the one that managed to remain unguarded.
The knights were nothing more than a simple tool of minor reconnaissance. If those of the followers of light desired to join the fray then they would simply have to get past the black knight guarding its respective entrance. Whether or not the knights managed to impair the followers of light did not truly matter to Mateus as the knights were merely scapegoats. Conflict with any of the knights would inform the group of an incoming threat. Mateus had a fair share of long ranged attacks, and with them he would be able to effectively attack an opponent the moment he gets informed of their arrival. Backed with Sephiroth’s powerful close range prowess, things were looking good for this battle. The only thing that was left was to deal with the blond haired man that reeked of light. For now Mateus decided to merely wait for an opening and prepare his magic to strike.
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Summon Black Knights: Calling upon the powers of hell, Mateus summons forth demonic knights that act as Mateus' minions. The black knights ride upon a demonic horse and wield a spear. Mateus can summon two at a time (5 hp each, 5 post cooldown)
Knight 1: 5 HP Knight 2: 5 HP
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2014 2:53:17 GMT -5
From the skies, Krile watched down at all the damage, there seemed to be a lot of happening here. And it was disastrous. It immediately made her seek for the one responsible for all this. And following the destruction and chaos, it didn't take too long for her to fly high above the Sandlot. Here she could see a man standing alone with a wing, some cloaked individual, and a man that seemed to be acting hostile to the other two. Also two individuals were standing high above on the buildings on different places. One had Heartless surrounding him that were floating down and the other summoned two horsemen, also Heartless?
From above, she cast Libra on the man with the sword to identify him, in which she found out he was really bad news and a mass of Darkness. Patting her Wind Drake, she got it to soar down as Krile soon jumped off. She figured she'd ignore the two summoners for the moment so she could catch whom seemed to be the most trouble unguarded from above. Leaping down at Sephiroth, she attempted to strike him from above with a fist, making use of the fall from above to make her attack stronger.
As she did this, the Wind Drake flew back up and stayed away, awaiting for when it would be called by Krile. Once Krile would come to the ground, whether she hit Sephiroth or not, she attempted to follow it with two more strikes at the man's back (if she had caught him unaware) or torso. Finishing the sequence with a swift kick towards the same area. She also noted that the horsemen had moved towards the entrances of the Sandlot, but as she had come from above, she had avoided both this way. She really wasn't going to wait and ask someone that was so heavily influenced with Darkness. It'd have no effect in her opinion. ------ action i. libra on sephiroth action ii. leaping punch from above at sephiroth action iii. combo of two punches and a kick at sephiroth
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Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2014 12:30:59 GMT -5
A small grin was formed by the Angel, as he could feel Clouds presence in the world. Oh so the boy wants to try and stop him again? Cloud was the only one who could give him a real challenge so this was going to be the best day ever for the Chosen One. Unfortunately the One Winged Angel couldn't dwell to much in thought with the arrival of an ally. Slowly, Sephiroth had turned to face Xigbar with a rather weak grin.
"The others have just arrived as well. Your all late," The Angel said softly. Of course to Sephiroth it didn't really matter much. After all, he was a One Man Army so he wasn't particularly worried about today. Before he, could say anything else one of the heroes had made a entrance. Right off the bat this one had introduced himself as a wise guy. The Chosen One could care less for those types of heroes. Whatever happened to Heroes with a true sense of honor? Like Zack, Angeal, or Genesis?
Then out of the corner of his eye something had caught his attention. It appeared as though the Heartless had been summoned. But who? Quickly, his eyes looked up to the rooftops and spotted what looked to be like a man in red? However, what had surprised him next was the arrival of the Emperor and his Knights which appeared to be going to block all the exits of the Sandlot. It was a good effort, but some of the Knights will go down like flies when Cloud makes his arrival.
Thanks to his super capabilities he could hear the small crackles of something falling down upon him. Right as Krile's attack would hit, Sephiroth and used Teleport. The Demi-God had completely vanished from sight leaving a single feather to gently fall to the ground. Moments later the One Winged Angel had reappeared forty feet to the right of his attacker. With a smug look on his face he said," Descend Heartless Angel!" With that he began moving his hand in the proper motion and began to slowly float into the air, higher and higher.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2014 16:35:56 GMT -5
Every step that Cloud took, every second that passed, he knew that he was getting closer and closer to his nemesis. That dark pounding within his head, the uncomfortable sensation of feeling the JENOVA Cells within his body, his blood, his very being, responding to the call of the Chosen One. It had been a long time since Strife has last felt this feeling and it was just as painful and disturbing as the first time. The only comfort he had now was knowing what the cause of it was. Hardly a comfort to be honest, but this only happened to him when either Sephiroth or the leader of the remnants, Kadaj, were nearby. Nothing else caused his JENOVA Cells to flare up, the Mako within his body to burn through his veins, cloud his eyes and turning them into those cat-like orbs. He had it all under control now, hopefully, but who knew when that might change. Strife had been manipulated before, used a puppet by the Legendary SOLDIER. It was during these times of manipulation that Cloud attacked Aerith, gave Sephiroth the Black Materia and even nearly brought his Buster Sword down upon a preying Aerith's head. A lose of his consciousness, something that Tifa had helped him rebuild after they both fell into the Lifestream at Mideel.
Mako-blue eyes snapped open wide as he suddenly found himself back in reality, still sprinting down one street of Twilight Town as he made his way onwards to where he could feel the calling of Sephiroth. Side stepping every to often to both the right and left to avoid fallen bodies, pieces of burning rubble and even entire sections of wall and building, Strife kept up his pace as he raced onwards. A voice came from behind him, that of Queen Elsa, and she sounded a little winded, perhaps due to the sprint without a proper warm up before hand. The Delivery Boy blinked and started to slow his sprint down into a jog, then slowed that down into a walk before he stopped completely. Turning around, his blonde locks shifting in the wind as he did so, the chocobo-haired youth cast his gaze upon Elsa where he examined her for a moment. He didn't need to rest, but perhaps Elsa did. This would also provide an opportunity to answer her question. Though before he opened his mouth to speak about the madman that was Sephiroth, the Delivery Boy couldn't help but shift his weight onto one leg, leaning off to the side as he glanced past the Queen of Arendelle and took note of the long trail of ice that marked her route down the street. How long had that been happening? It would make them both really easy to track if one of the users of Darkness happened to stumble across it. Speaking of Darkness, a couple more auras had shown up nearby, one off in the same direction as the One Winged Angel and a second a little further away in almost the complete opposite direction to where the Sandlot lay.
A small huff escaped the young man's lips as he returned his attention to the woman before him, placing his right hand onto his hip. Did he really have to speak about his nemesis? The very thought of it felt like the Chosen One was within his mind again... literally. ”..........” He had to break eye contact with the young woman before him, resulting in him glancing off past her, eyeing a flower pot that had fallen from a window ledge and smashed to pieces on the ground, dirt spilled across the street. ”..... He's tall and has long silver hair, two large bangs framing his face. He wears a SOLDIER outfit, like mine, but black. Two belts cross his chest and he wears a long black coat over them. He almost always carries his sword, Masamune with him. It's forged like a katana, but it's about seven feet in length and he can wield it as if it were a feather. His speed and power are inhuman. No one, no one at all can stand up to his power beside me... That's why I have to find him...” It wasn't like Cloud to speak so much to a stranger he'd only recently met, but there was something about the Queen of Arendelle that reminded him so much of a certain someone, a certain someone else whom also had the power to make him speak up, gain a little confidence, make himself feel safe and secure with a warm smile.
A flash of white light blinded Cloud's mind, as the figure of a woman in a pink dress walked away from him slowly. Leather creaked about the Delivery Boy's hands as his grip upon the handle of his Fusion Sword tightened, determination entering his whole body. ”I'm not alone...” Strife whispered to himself, as the woman in the pink dress slowly glanced over her shoulder and gave that same smile she always showed him. As quickly as she had appeared in his mind, she had just as swiftly departed and Cloud found himself staring back at Elsa, a nod of his head following. ”We need to keep moving.” The member of AVALANCHE suggested as he turned about and took off in a sprint once more. As he neared the end of the street, the path turned sharply to the right and up ahead stood some sort of mounted Knight, clad in black armour that reminded the Delivery Boy an awful lot of that large Garland chap from the other day. As a result, the Delivery Boy frowned as his eyes flashed brightly for a second. Sephiroth was close and he wasn't about to let some demonic horse and it's rider get between him and his nemesis. Without giving orders to Elsa, Strife just glanced over his shoulder at her where she may have noticed his eyes glowing brighter now. He just gave her a small smile and a nod of the head before he suddenly sprinted off at full speed towards the Knight, getting as much distance between himself and the Queen of Arendelle as possible.
As he drew near to the summoned minion of Emperor Maetus, Cloud suddenly slipped down to the ground where he slid past the demonic horse like a baseball player would slide for a base, hopefully managing to get behind it before the Knight turned around or even sent an attack his way. With Fusion Sword tight in hand, Cloud unleashed his Sonic Break attack. Stepping forwards towards the rear of the Knight, Strife lashed out with a light horizontal strike from right to left, immediately spinning himself in the direction of his attack to build up speed and momentum, which he used to send a heavy overhead slash of the Fusion Sword down upon the enemy before him. Third and finally, Strife switched his rotation the other way and span in a second swift 360 degree circle, only this time, the Fusion Sword was held low down by Strife's feet, only to be brought up in a powerful 'uppercut' slice, using his SOLDIER strength to try and launch the Knight into the air and off in Elsa's direction. Hopefully she'd catch on to what the Delivery Boy was doing and would continue the young man's combo attack with one of her own. But then that call of Sephiroth pierced into Strife once more, forcing him to glance off to his right and take in the sight before him.
Several auras were in the area now. Some Light, some Dark, all powerful and frightening in their own way. But there was one that stood out more then the others, and low and behold, up in the air with black wing sticking out of his back, was the nemesis himself, the Chosen One, the One Winged Angel... Sephiroth. It looked like he was attacking someone too. Cloud's brow tightened as his eyes flashed with mako-energy once more. ”SEPHIROTH!!!” He just couldn't stop himself. It was like the opposite ends of magnets being positioned close to one another. Sprinting out into the Sandlot, not even taking a second to see if any of the other Darkness users sent an attack his way, Strife swung his Fusion Sword up before him and rotated the blade about a couple of times in full circles until the weapon was covered with a fiery blue aura. Then he flexed his knees and showed a display on non-human strength, as he launched himself up into the sky like a rocket, jumping straight for the Chosen One. While in mid-air, Cloud unleashed the power stored within Fusion Sword, letting rip a Blade Beam that 'exploded' out the tip of Fusion Sword as it were swung in Sephiroth's direction.
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Sonic Break - 2 Post Cool Down --Type: Physical Description: A much faster but less damaging version of Cross-Slash. Cloud swings the Fusion Sword horizontally once from right to left as he turns around quickly and swings his sword down from over his head as he rounds to face his opponent again, before he turns back on himself and bring his Fusion Sword up in a powerful vertical strike to try and launch his opponent into the air and away from him. [Cool Down]: 2 Posts. [Damage]: Light. Blade Beam - 3 Post Cool Down --Type: Physical Description: Holding the Fusion Sword over his shoulder, Cloud gathers some energy into the blade that causes it to gain a fiery blue aura. After a moment, he will swing the sword down and release a blade of energy from the tip that heads in a straight towards his opponent. If Blade Beam hits an enemy and other targets are near by, the energy blade will dissipate and attempt to strike the other opponents. Cloud can also use this move by jumping through the air and completing a forward somersault, where upon landing he smashes the ground with his Fusion Sword and releases three Blade Beams out before him. These won't dissipate if hitting an enemy though. [Cool Down]: 3 Posts. [Damage] Medium.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2014 20:58:29 GMT -5
Scenes changed as swiftly as they had appeared. The town would have been a very much pretty place if it wasn't a burning pile of rubble currently. Seymour kept his own pace, though he wanted to find the bringer of this destruction he was in no rush to do so. Slow a methodical, that was Seymour's way, if you rushed into things you would only get hurt, or do something.
As Seymour continued walking he heard something from the direction he was heading it sounded as if fighting had already started again. That would in turn mean more destruction, more suffering, end to all means. He continued on until a distance he could see a fight going on. He saw there was already a large mass of people in what looked like a yard covered in sand and two others were already attacking, both of which had particularly over-sized swords.
Seymour was close enough where he could see the action but far enough to not be involved yet, as no one seemed to have noticed him. He did a slow blink before thinking on this. This was clearly a fight between groups, he recognized one of the people as the one he had followed here, but no one else. This was not his fight, and it would only lead to harm for him if he participated, but it could also fruit great rewards. Seymour had seen the destruction caused by whoever it was that did this. That could be a tool to end suffering, but at the same time if not used right would only perpetuate a cycle of death like that of Spira's.
Thoughts flew around Seymour's head like birds in a cage ever wanting to go somewhere but trapped withing a small space. Did he want to get involved? Seymour knew if he died just do to the nature of where he was from and what he is it wouldn't be the end, but again it would be a setback. He becomes ever more lost with ever time he is slain, but not sent, just becoming a more deranged unsent, more hellbent on his goals. It had happened to him before and i could happen again. But again, there was power, power that could do good and further Seymour's plans in this.
Seymour's head shook slightly before he let out one more slow blink. He took out he staff and cast nullfire, nullfrost, and nullwater onto himself creating three small orbs of anti-fire, water, and ice magic around himself. He saw the combatants so far were only using melee fighting, but the extra bit of defense against any mage that might join the fray would greatly help. So Seymour started to walk forward into the fray with his face with a mix between a grin, and a scowl, it had been awhile since he fought anyone.
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