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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2014 18:20:06 GMT -5
DATA TAGS. @aqua
WORDS. 947
NOTES. You have to sometimes begin, where another ended. |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
Drifting through time and space one would find themselves forever spinning through the endless void of non-existence. The Historia Crux was a world between worlds, a place only gods were meant to travel. Man was not meant to lay their eyes upon these passages, lest unravel the fabric of existence itself. Twisting cogs fought to keep time perfectly spun along a single thread, but it was not always such a simple task: keeping time flowing steady. Time was uneven and was prone to fraying at the thinner ends yet built upon by experience. It was not long ago that Lightning had faced the threat of time becoming unraveled down to its very core.
Light has been carried all across the annals of time and not once has she come even close to its end since that day. Though it was not so much an end than it was a new path, devoid of all existence. It was enough to wake a god from his slumber and look upon his world and what it had become. War had swallowed it and without the goddess to give them life, man faced their time becoming stagnant. They say that, on that eve, time came to an end.
It was said that time eventually came to an stop, bringing with it the ruination of worlds. The universe could not spin forever so all things soon found their ability to move forward halted. Progress was finite, or they would lead you to believe. In her travels she had seen countless paths narrow into a single route, and small tunnels spread out into massive outlines of untold futures. The fortune of time dragging on was unparalleled in its riches. The sound of the tick tocking of clocks ensured that, one day, a new path would open. The paths could only open in part to the efforts of, not one, but many individuals. But where was this end that everyone spoke so much of?
It was where no man belonged. It would seem that Lightning would arrive there once more.
The Time Gate tore open in the middle of a dark street. Rain rushes from the cloud thick skies above, fighting for a single moment in the light of the streetlamps before plummeting down into the pavement and rushing toward the metal grates and into unused sewers. The hissing swirl of the waters rushing from slanted roofs and bouncing from glass to brick, filled the air with a discordant cacophony. The void tore asunder in the midst an even greater void. The soft click of Light's metal boots pressed against the street's pavement as she floated down from the gate. Her arms were at her sides and her Vampbraces reflecting the shallow glow of the lamps above. At her side her feather covered skirt danced against the whirling winds that cut through the high rise buildings and between abandoned allies. Though the armor she wore covered less than full plate mail, it provided the light-footed goddess with mobility.
There was no Moonlight to behold, even as the sky struggled to peek through the black, knitted cloudforms. All was dark, Lightning a sore presence against the backdrop of melancholy. There stood no means to determine if it was night or day, but Light could feel it here; the sensation of the presence of life lay buried somewhere in this world. It was as if, here, time could not flow. Time was stuck.
It was no Valhalla, but it had the same feeling. It was if she had come to the end of the world. Nothing moved forward, nothing turned back. Everything seemed to just exist, in one place. What sort of realm was this? Another world where time returned to its roots, to a time where man did not need it to face tomorrow. It was a shelter from the agony of death, a wellspring of life. But could it truly be called a life when all you did was stand still and wait? Perhaps this sensations was fault. Perhaps there was time? Perhaps there was an Artefact hidden amongst the long shadows that reaches between the streetlights...
Light stepped forward before she halted and turned heel toward the gate. Raising her hand, her thin, leather-covered fingers splayed out. She could easily compare the sensation to being shocked. Arcs of energy leaped from the tips of her fingers and hooked against the circular shape of the gate like a fishing net. Light would close her hands, wrapping her slender digits around he sensation and grabbed hold to it like a rope. She pulled and closed the gate so that nothing could come in, or escape out, not until she confirmed the existence, or lack-there-of, of the Artefact.
These crystallized fractures of time often contained a piece of the World Beyond, the Void, were relics. These relics contained condensed time: experiences forced into a small space that had the risk of bursting. These burps of time rippled across the fabric of space and opened rips that could very well swallow a world with Chaos. Chaos was not something that belonged in the Seen World with such abundance. It was unstable and often granted the terrible wishes of a time that could no longer exist.
It would push the world to crash into a world that has come to its end.
After closing the gate the Valkyrie would make a smooth turn and pace down the lonely block. In the distance she could see the top of a great skyscraper. Perhaps it was where she could find a point of reference or even life. Even in Valhalla, the great tower had been where all other life congregated.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2014 18:54:35 GMT -5
Load Game... Aotori's Story Loading... eien sagasu kimi wa utsurigi na yumemibito uwaki na yume ni sugari anata wa doko e yuku
tasogare hiraku kagi wo sagashite tsuki no kage todokanai mama naita watashi wa doko e yuku
| | futari hitomi ni himitsu nakushite mo kasaneta ude wo hodoki wa shinai wa
ichigatsu no aoi tsuki asayake kakushite yo owaru hazu no nai yoru ni yasashii yoake
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“Nothing,” was here in the decrepit world. Technically that was a complete lie; heartless swarmed here. They simply weren’t on her checklist; with their numerous appearances, they peaked at the top of her hit list. It’s as with every turn in a different opening of this urban labyrinth she faced more. Her arms weren’t growing tired from wielding the tachi; her patience was shortening.
Their yellow eyes stood out from night’s shadow, and the lithe hunched figures that rose from the pits of darkness made her frown deepened. She doesn’t like Neo Shadows, especially when she was anxious. When too focused, they sneak up on her before cornering. They hunted in packs and were smart compared to the average heartless.
Not giving them mercy, she charged forward with stab before maneuvering her feet around for a spinning slash. With the dense blade, the first heartless didn’t stand a chance, but it was hard to deflect oncoming frenzied claws. It took a lot of will power and conditioning to be versatile with it. Having been at it for a while, it took a strained growl to lift it up in time to not get scratched. Her stance wasn’t perfect as the heartless pounced made her backtrack a few steps. Before she can use the Battlefield of War to flick it off with an upward cut, she felt a consistent sting in her back.
As usual they distracted from the front for another can attack from behind. It danced its Wind Dance into her back.
“ENOUGH!” Aisu Baraju erupted underneath the limber shadows; the ice crystals shoved them into the air giving Aotori opportunities. The deed was done when she finally landed; she jumped to cut them down, and in darkness they returned with soft ripples. She forced herself to stand straight and ignore the nuisance, pain, shooting up and down her back. The Tachi faded after it glowed blue; in time lightening flashed followed by a grumbling rolls of thunder. Then it started slow and softly.
pit pat pit pat pit pat pit pat pit pat pit pat pit pat pit pat pit pat pit pat pit pat pit pat pit pat pit pat
p i t p a t p i t p a t p i i t p a t p i t p a t p i t a t p i t a
i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i
Rain. Water. A named was drowned by the sounds as a voice called in her ear.
“It shouldn’t be a surprise. I like the rain; it’s so soothing. I’m sure that’s how I got my name. Can you hear it, the peace?”
“Shut up,” she didn’t want her dreams or memories to talk to her. With a shiver, she let the cold caress her. The hood on her head block the rain, but she beckoned it with a tilt of her head. Drops hit her face and filled her senses. Her lids closed to feel the coolness hitting them.
Bright blue eyes shinned through the dark streets. A light for the distance caught her attention; it was hard to spot what it was through the buildings, but she’ll follow it for now. During this entire search, she hardly had much guidance. Through the allies, she made it to the center of the urban realm before the rain picked up heavily.
Not wanting to intrude the interior, she merely sat at the corner at the top of the stairs. With the neon lights, she assumed many would’ve traversed in and out of there. Seeing how this world was practically dead, she doubt she would run into actual people. Still she wasn’t on to stand in the center of attention; she preferred the shadows these days.
As she recollected and drifted in a trance, she leaned against a wall. On contact, artifacts wavered on the static filled screens above. Faces warped in and out with horrid distortion and quality. Blue brows twitched hearing those voices again. She groaned trying to push it back into the dark cracks of her mind.
Don't Think. Conceal. Think of the rain. Drown in it. Drown in the Darkness.
i ii i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i
pitter patter pitter patter. In Darkness, there's peace.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2014 3:22:24 GMT -5
DATA TAGS. Aotori~!
WORDS. 956
NOTES. A spirit haunting the place of her death, or a spectre looking for a place to return. |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
Lightning was never too fond of the rain. Even if her name may persist in the idea that she enjoyed the powerful storms, in truth they were too depressing. The dark clouds that filled the skies summoned were always sign that you were to be stuck inside all day. The rains drove animals and fiends alike into hiding. This ultimately brought a silence to the world that always seemed unsettling to Light. When you had grown so used to the sounds of the seaside birds, bellowing Gorgonospids and roaming housepets, it was hard to accept the feeling of loneliness that came with the rains’ inevitable silence. The crashing waves were muted by the heavy pitter patter of rain beating against wooden shutters and tin roofs. Even now it was the same feeling, she recalled. Even though she did not watch as things went from a cold, bay window, it felt the same as it did back then. Many of her memories from that time were fuzzy, maybe even lost with the time she spent wallowing in her own self pity. But now she found that the rain simply annoyed her, and she could hardly remember the reason why. Maybe because it reminded her of the only time she took to spend with Serah...
As she made her way forward the torrent rushed down while the haunting winds drifted into the streets. The rains were unrelenting and, were she anyone less, she would be certain to become prey to sickness. She wore little, but she did grow up on the seaside. These storms, chilled by the sea, were not uncommon. Sometimes you would be caught by a sudden downpour midday and there was little you could do to guard yourself from them. The tall buildings and dark, narrow alleys also brought an uneasy sensation. Like lurking in the belly of an ancient labyrinth. Its pathways and treasures had been forgotten for centuries. Light grew up in a wide-open space. Cities like this always felt crowded and like they lacked the spirit of community. Maybe it was because she knew her neighbors and they had known her so well that it felt comforting and as if she was less exposed. Even in her regimen they had been a close knit band run by a kind man. She hated cities. These sort of places were always haunted with bandits or garbage eating filth. Cities held far too many people to be able to physically support that amount of life efficiently. She could feel them in the corners, those yellow eyes crawling like a Tonberry’s golden orbs, that reflected off their lanterns. It was probably best she got out of the rain.
She was not worried about facing these dark enemies, but these creatures were swarming. Finding herself in narrow alleys would be disadvantageous. Her weapon may have been able to cut these shadows, but so many would still overwhelm. She was not at the pinnacle of her power yet and was still gaining knowledge on her own combat initiatives. She raised her free hand up to touch at her shield, which rest on her left forearm. She adjusted the round shield in order to keep an eye on the dark alleyways as she passed. Movement caught her attention. It was not the sporadic movement known of the Heartless, but instead a smooth, cycling motion. Light raised her head, blue eyes coming upon a faint glow in the distance. Where all the surrounding windows were dark, that stood to be the only light that provided proof of some life. But -- it could also be just an empty wish. Light made quick work of rushing ahead. She wasn’t going to be swarmed here! Soon she came to the square. A large screen stood above the streets. It reminded her of Palompolum, but in that same instance it seemed just as wrong as it was than. Light scanned the area, the woman seeming out of place when compared to the rest of the city. Maybe she was dressed in a bit of an archaic manner, but Knight of Etro were ancient beings that fought for her, at least that was what Light liked to believe.
Approaching the open square she would pull her forearm to her forehead so that the cold vampbrace barely touched against her skin. She could see that the rain was slowly letting up, but it was not going to clear anytime soon. As she spotted the woman a thought came across her mind. Perhaps this person was a ghost…? Since she had arrived all she had seen were specters. Heartless only roamed the streets. Just visions of creatures that, perhaps, were once alive. She was not sure what sort of world this was. For all she knew it could have been haunted with spooks. The Valkyrie was a believer in the possibility of anything. She has already experienced too much for her to consider the truth behind such things. A ghost haunting the place she died, or perhaps the place she planned to be reborn? Either way Light moved to take a few steps forward. Her boot splashed against a puddle which had formed in the potholes, eroded by a time long past. It was strange. As Light looked around there appeared to be signs of disturbance. Battle? Was it perhaps recent? Or maybe it was not battle at all and simply the rains washing away the past?
“Hey,” Lightning called out. “Are you alright?” Her voice was strong, but there was an easiness to it, as if she had done this a thousand times over.
Maybe she had. Time was strange that way. If there was an Artefact here, it would seek to hide among life.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2014 14:54:50 GMT -5
As she drifted to the recesses of darkness, she wondered how she got to this world in particular. With the blanks in her memory, she assumed another blackout occurred. They were becoming pestering inconveniences. She couldn’t function like this, blanks in her mind with haunting images that made her heart fracture in sharper pieces until she couldn’t deal with it anymore. The former master was a ticking time bomb.
“Where,” she hissed out her teeth gritted in frustration, “are you?”
“Ahh,” a smooth voice sighed, “The truth can be most cruel, even amongst the closest of friends.”
The screen fizzed to show an angular green face accentuated with horns, “After all, one never knows the secrets of another's heart. I'm sure you'll agree...” The other screens began to flicker around the larger screen. The fey’s face split between them with artifact distortion.
Behold... These lifeless keys used to be full of power
“I see you, too, wield a Keyblade.” A graveyard of keyblades flashed in and out of the two feeds.
--united with the hearts of their masters.
”A source of power...”
A body coated in ice dropped from the cliff hitting every rock along the way.
Countless Keyblade wielders gave up their lives,
“A key that opens the hearts of men…,”
all in search of one, ultimate key.
A man with brown defying hair was filled with anguish, regret. His mouth tried to open to explain himself,"but I was TRICKED!"
“..of entire worlds...”
"This X-blade will open a door--one that leads to all worlds!"
"...set the whole thing up--all so he could awaken the darkness INSIDE ME...."
tricked And it will soon all worlds
“and allows one to obtain anything and everything.”
inside me
belong to me... all worlds
“Such a power I find most fascinating.”
The X-blade.
A blue moon. The shape of a heart. An X. Rain
i i i i i i i i i i i i i ii i i i i i i ii i ii i i i i ii i i i i i i i i i i i ii i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i
i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i
Like the source of their feed, the screen went blank; it took a few seconds for it to hum and return to their static state.
“Maleficent,” was her name, and she’s been traveling the world for. Her memories had called out to the skyscraper to recollect the fey, a desperate form to reach out to her. It did however give insight. They had known each other, once upon a time. That wouldn’t be the first, since Hades apparently knew her before she was like this. Whatever happened in the past the trials had rendered her pathetic. Fighting had led her to descent and hallow. The Fairy could help; Aotori hadn’t decided whether it would be to seal the fog or clear it. But with every passing day and with the inflictions on her heart, something are better left forgotten. If she knew of the majestic and terror of the keyblade; she may know a solution unless the keyblade was a part of it. How ironic all this time Hades had her catalog wielders. They were troublesome and yet possible resourceful.
Her eyes flicked over hearing a voice call out. It would be too good to be the Fairy’s. It took her a while to notice she’s been standing the entire time at the top of the stairs hovelled in the corner away from the entrance. Her head tilted catching the pink hair when lightning flared as it electrified her blue eyes.
She didn’t think she would find less than what she was looking for. She couldn’t label her typical; she was ready, armored. The skirt was unusual; the rain made it look less appealing. Aotori wasn’t one to judge; her wrap skirt had seen better days. From what she’s been told and by mere observation, there wasn’t much to this world, so why was she here?
“No,” her voice was curt and short, “who are you?”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 3, 2014 15:01:14 GMT -5
DATA TAGS. tags here
WORDS. 699
NOTES. A rumbling beast in the night. |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
Lightning had no trouble grabbing hold of her memories, but perhaps that had been part of the problem. Five hundred years of sleep and the former Valkyrie could only watch from her dreams as the world changed faster than she could. It was not til a voice called out to her that she chose to wake from her Crystal slumber. She was the last touched by the goddess hand, the only powerful enough that remained in a world growing weaker. At first she only moved about the the world, stripped of its time. But she began to realize that her de ja vu was what remained of her powers from the Goddess. She found means to move between time and worlds of her own will. Lightning's experience in these worlds beyond her own were limited, at best. Each day passed she would gain a greater insight on the existence of realms outside of Bhunivelze's sphere of control. Perhaps this was the chance Lumina had come to grant in her mischief. With all of the girl's perilous devices to deter her boredom so that it was kept at bay, it was not uncommon for her the catch the fish struggling upriver in her net. Even the loyal warrior could not stand long without asking why. She had desperately tore forward in her duties without question, but now it was clear not all his ways were commendable necessities, but savage disabilities born of a God with no empathy. She was a tool meant to be uses to save her world, but at what cost? Even now there were parts of her heart she could no longer reach out to. She could think and react accordingly, but where she felt her deepest, human emotions she could reach them no more. Was this her price? The loss of her humanity had come with her penance, no doubt. The moment she had accepted Bhunivelze's gift was the moment she gave up her humanity. Her blade was for the people and her life was lived in hope that she one day may be reunited with her sister, to whom she swore she would always protect. Seeing the screen had brought back memories of the past and caused her to reel back into her reasons for treading these unknown worlds. Maybe, just maybe if she found an Artefact here she could gain more power and knowledge. Maybe there was another way that did not involve the rebuilding the world anew. She still felt she was missing something important, but it did not matter in the light of what she knew she mist do. She must save as many souls as possible. This girl certainly seemed like one who need saving. Lightning reached up and pulled a wet strand of rose-colored hair from her dace, settling it behind her ear. " Lightning." As if to mark this as true a flash of lightning ripped across the sky, followed by the boom of thunder. " What's wrong, I'd you don't mind my asking?" Lightning was not an impersonal person, even before her duty she was empathetic toward the needs of others, but actually expressing it was something she had to grow into after her guilt had grown. " Where is this place?" No one belonged here. A place where time no longer flowed. While the warrior sought her answers, another traveled through the rains. "Wake up." A voice whispered through the rain. Steam rose from the darkness as Heartless began to surround the massive creature. It was covered in mossy tendrils, body encased in a hard wood. Hollow, rotted out logs sat upon its back expelled the oxygen released by the monstrous animal. A deep bellow rumbled from the animal as it pushed to stand from its resting position. A soft glow of light began to glow, coming from beneath the Wood Wraith. An Artefact was lodged in its body. The beast was massive. A pure white gnarl of wood and leaves, its metal mask obscuring any facial features it may have had. Looking toward the light atop the tower the creature would begin to pad toward, what its senses could surmise: was sunlight I'm the deep, twisted forest of darkness.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2014 13:09:22 GMT -5
“My burdens,” was precisely that her burdens, her problems; sharing details with a somewhat concerned stranger wouldn’t alleviate her. Additionally she was always a person of duty and independence; she would struggle alone before asking for help. Naturally with struggling helping herself, she couldn’t be much help for the warrioress. She sighed with a simple shrug, “I don’t know.”
She contemplated whether she should stand, be more approaching, and inviting, but there was no place to go. It was preferable to not get too drenched and become sick. She was growing a custom of the fresh air the Underworld couldn’t grant. Her master wasn’t one to coddle. She wasn’t one to accept it anyway, but she’d have that versus his temper. It was more bothersome than fearsome.
“Why are you here,” she tilted her head pondering if she was just as lost,” a place you don’t know, or are you stranded?”
This world felt dead. No one walked amongst it except the heartless, yet there stood buildings for whatever reasons. It felt strange and too advanced to be so void. The warrioress wasn’t of this word, neither was she. It didn’t help Aotori couldn’t pinpoint just how she ended up here, but there was clarity of why.
W U A E P K
It was a whisper barely audible in the rain mending neatly in the soft splatters. But she couldn’t pass it off as a phantom. Darkness wavered with steam; heartless bubbled beneath it; luminous molten gold eyes reflected off the wet pavement as a monster rose up from the darkest pit of the realm. It looked too natural, of nature, to be from this world. With the corridors, it could’ve come from anywhere. Why here and now?
Aotori finally rose. Presuming anything that comes with heartless was bad news, Battlefields of War appeared in her hands after a lavender glow stretched into its silhouette before solidifying the blade. Her sharp blue eyes looked towards the other, “did that come with you?”
She was guilty of luring and attracting a certain predator. She’d crossed it every now and then, and like all other times, she never been able to injure it enough to slay it. It’s as if it fled at the right moment or when it was done toying with her. What ghost haunted this woman beyond her?
It was coming towards them, and she wasn’t one to stay idle. Jumping from the stairs, her steels boots splashed in a puddle. Her skirted drifted behind her fluidly. Finally gripping the Battlefield of War with both hands, she darted forward, “Faia Burittsu!”
Flames spiraled around her knocking back the heartless in scorches . With her final step, she pivoted in a jumping spin for elevation. With silent precision, she cut into the wooden body with long sweeping slashes. She felt like a butcher noting the slices; it cut through cleanly, but it wasn’t with ease like how heartless were. With her third strike, she felt the blade get wedged in its body. Letting the blade go, gravity pulled her to the floor in splatters. She jumped back before calling her tachi back.
“It’s hearty.”
Faia Burittsu through the heartless
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2014 3:27:54 GMT -5
DATA TAGS. Aotori~!
WORDS. 853
NOTES. Divided we are alone, together an enemy is a goal. |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
Lightning was not offended nor bothered by the woman’s sharp response. It was not everyday that a stranger cared about your problems. Sometimes you expected to take care of them under your own power. Light found it strange that in a world that had lost its time it was somehow possible to still hold a sense of humanity and power. Perhaps in a world where living only one life was never truer, doing all you can before the peace of finding an end was satisfying. She knew it released the soul, setting it free. She has seen it for herself what becomes of the body, heart and soul once set free from its burdens. She had to do what she can. Not only was it her task from god himself, but it was an opportunity to free someone from a burden she once carried, lifetimes ago. She had always felt she had no one but herself to depend on and, perhaps that had become the reason she failed in all she did. Releasing those selfless inhibitions of responsibility and blaming herself, rather than others, had repaired her damaged heart. Lightning blinked, moving her gloved hand to push her wet bangs from her eyes once more as she moved to step under some light cover offered by the lip of the building’s concrete edges. “ Stranded…. far from it,” She mused. “ But I am a bit lost.” Not only hadn’t she the foggiest where or when she landed, but she did not know why she was sent here in the first place. The Gate would make sure she had a way off this world. Even if it closed, she could always open a new one. But such action was not without danger. Each time she opened a Gate in a world she freed a tiny bit of its Chaos, what many called Darkness outside of Nova. Light did her best only to open stable gates under the circumstantial possibility of locating an Artefact or sealing an unstable Gate that profusely freed Chaos in dangerous amounts. These anomalies were risks and sometimes let free dangerous breeds of creature from neither her world or another. With the Gate stabilized there was no danger of leaking Chaos into Valhalla or any world Beyond or Between the Historia Crux. Lightning stiffened and raised her head, ear turning toward the rain. Another bolt of lightning arced across the sky, spreading its deadly claws through the clouds, illuminating them. Lightning would then catch sight of it. She had not felt it, for these Heartless brimmed with Chaos, making it difficult to realize what had occurred. There she caught sight of a monstrous creature, only of which she had only seen once, and that was only through the eyes of time. Another boom of thunder and it would mix with the haunting bellow of the Wood Wraith. Wood Wraiths were a strange creature that were born from the living woods which had met the end of a thousand year life. It was fair to say these beings were rare. Even more so this one was a massive Wood Wraith and pure white. Light shifted her weight when she heard the accusation. It was impossible. Her portal was stable… unless…. He was the anomaly. “ Wait!” Light reached out her free hand as the woman took off, but it was much too late to stop her. Wood Wraiths were no pushovers. Not only were their bodies made of petrified forest, but their elemental prowess were sometimes even more destructive than an Aster Protoflorian. And they were much more territorial. The woman was already cutting into its body with her blade. Light jumped into the storm after her, rushing across the streets. The divine warrior slid to a halt, her arm held out as her right hand summoned to it the Overture. The singing gunblade was gripped between wet digits as the warrior tried, once more to call the woman back. Sometimes a battle required two heads. It was a mistake to charge out and strike an unknown opponent. But -- were Light in that situation, back in those days: would she have responded any differently? No, and she knew it to be so. Wood Wraith appeared to have no eyes, but it could still ‘ see’ and turned its ‘ face’, to the blue-haired warrior. It would pounce forward, lowering its head so it could whip it up against the woman. There was no part of a Wood Wraith that was ‘soft’, not even the beard of wood that curled along the side of its head like a mane. It let out a deep bellow, but with it the Heartless were sent scattering temporarily. The call was a protective barrier that rose all of its elemental and physical defenses. It was the power of an ancient tree. Lightning moved into the field of battle, but would hold her distance against a Wraith. Their elemental and physical prowess were matched with a Behemoth's, but these were far more of a nuisance to defeat on one’s own. ‘ Wake up!’ This time the whisper was more harshly evoked.
Tezcatlipoca: 10 HP Abilities Used: Bellow; increases magical defense, physical defense and physical attack. It cannot be affected by a negative status. This lasts for a two turn duration.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 1, 2014 18:35:35 GMT -5
Wait
She should’ve, but the damage was done now, and she couldn’t turn back now. That thing wasn’t of this world; from her expeditions and travels, she couldn’t pinpoint where it could’ve came from. It traveled with the heartless, but it didn’t look like one. She doesn’t recall a heartless as dense as wood; unfortunately it wasn’t dense at all; it faced her. Was it looking at her? Her brows tightened in a frown knowing better to timely cartwheel away. Now she had to dance and tango with a heavy behemoth.
A gurgle echoed in waves from its gut. She could feel the invisible sound waves hit her as it sang. What was it calling? Was it devastating enough to scare of the shadows like rodents? A shimmery dome encased it with the animalistic enchant me before fading. It casted a barrier, but what kind was it?
Aotori had a knack for advancing her spells by combining and mending them. Her burrittsu came with diversity. She couldn’t be foolish and underestimate the beast regardless how much she wanted to unleash her frustration upon it.
Regardless, it had to be tested to learn, but she wouldn’t chance getting too close.
“Any-”, she started to call out, but a voice drowned her with the rain.
W A K E U P
It voice shook through her like its bellow, but its struck a nerve with a high pitch in her ears. She winced and staggered back as other whispers entered her mind.
“You’ve no idea how happy I-“
Rain.
i ii i i i i i i ii i i i i i ii i i i i i ii i i i i i i i i i i i i i ii i i i ii i i i i i Water.
i i ii i i i ii i ii i i i i i ii i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i ii i i i i ii i i i ii i i i ii i i i ii i i ii i i i Tears.
i ii i i i ii i i ii i i i ii i i i i ii i i i ii i i i i i ii i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i i A name.
“Wait,” a face was twisted in pain, in sadness, “you really don’t remember…” W A K E U P
“You have to remember me and” WAKE UP “WE PROMISED NEVER TO FORGET EACH OTHER!” “ WE PROMISED WE’D BE FRIENDS FOREVER!”
Her eyes snapped open. When did she closed them? Everything felt slower to her: the rain, the ripples, the heartless coming towards her, everything.
No, not this, not now, not here. she silently vowed. The promise echoed in her mind snapping that door shut, wherever she was or what happened before she woke up here. Detached, Aotori focused to slash the heartless in half before calling out to the other warrior, “ANY IDEAS?”
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DATA TAGS. @aqua
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NOTES. The real threat. |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
Lightning knew little of fiends like this, and even less of the mutations that forced such colors on their kind. Outside of her own experiences she knew little to nothing of the terrifying animals that once were prolific in Nova. By the time the chaos had arrived the forests that likely harbored these beasts were long gone. Any reconnaissance on these creatures, or data, had long since been wiped out by time itself. Even the Heartless creatures served to burden her in her travels. They were unlike any creature she has faces from the Chaos. Their forms were born of anomalies, but their flesh was stitches from the Chaos itself. Is this what happened when those who were born from Darkness had no heart? Holding the Overture in her right hand and her shield at rest over her left wrist, the Valkyrie was ready to launch a counter attack. With the Wood Wraith's size it was easy to surmise it would have a mighty defence, but its war cry was an unexpected turn. The warrior raised her arm to guard against the forceful bellow, which had been enough to send the Heartless running. She had not heard the woman's attempt to call out to her thanks to the interjecting roar. After regaining her barrings the warrior would look up. "Wake up…!" The winds became more desperate as the rains became a storm. The wash of water intensified as the cries from the past were ignored. Over head the bolts of lightning violently threaded through the clouds. The lines between past and present began to blur as they tied together in a medley of destruction. The Heartless retreated as something more colossal hunted for the glittering heart lodged in the Wood Wraith's bark. Amidst the darkness it a massive hand searched the dark, sweeping passed smaller Heartless which were either knocked over or clung to their superior for the ride. The Dark side raised its head above the high rises and spotted the single ray of light in the night. There he could feel the strong heart, the light. The Artefact was lodged It turned to face the blue-haired warrior, the Wraith moving forward to charge. Its body wobbled as it galloped toward the warrior. The territorial beast would fight them to the edge! Light charged forward, the woman having gotten lost in the recesses of her mind. " Look out!" The Valkyrie slid to a stop in front of the Wood Wraith, her shield held up to catch the Wraith's tackle. " Flip it!" But it was not as easy as it sounded. Light tried to wrestle it back. The beast's claws dug against the concrete, forcing him forward and Lightning back. Its metal plate crushed against Lightning's shield, forcing sparks to burst from the domed plate. She pushed her shoulder into it, causing the Wraith's front paws to lift from the ground. If the beats was flipped it would be prone and have a difficult time getting back up thanks to the stiff motions of its limbs and heavy frame. Just under the beast's arm, where the limb met the body, the shine from the Artefact was obvious. Artefacts were the hearts of time, beating power sources that held within it the spirit of the worlds condensed into a singularity. This is what the Dark side hunted.
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"LOOK OUTt!"
As she paced out, everything felt like a blur even the woman's voice. When her voice was clear again, she was right in front of her. She wielded a shield and personally dueled with the monster, "TIP IT!"
hu hu hu hu hu hu hu hu how... How did she get here?
wa wa wa when... When did she get here?
F O C U S
Her face grew stiff concentrating. That plan sounded implausible how where they going to flip-
A light glowed from within, and it’s shine only peaked out to see her as Lightening wrestled and strained against its paw. Her legs moved running a few steps to the right to get a better look and to re-position. Thinking fast, she changed her footing getting ready to attack.
“AISU BARAJU!” Her voice rang clear as she held out tachi pointing at the beast.
Swift sliding sound ripped from beneath it as spires of ice stabbed the behemoth. He was too heavy to cast into the air like her usual opponents, but the spell easily unsteady its stability and balance.
Timber. She ran!
Her metal shoes clinked against the street. Water splashed against her legs. She was being too brash as she crouched to jump at it. The servant maybe foolish, but she was improvising with some preparation, “SANDA BURRITSU!”
A spark crackled near her chest, and then lightening danced around her in a dome. A charge had pushed her quickly into him to electrify and shock. The opportunistic warriorress began cutting at him as hard as she could at his raised arm. The light shinned against its pit.
"What is it carrying," she shouted. Gravity was pulling her back to earth. She unsteadily landed on the ice spires causing her to slide back down on the cobbled street. The watchful all-seeing screen above them ontop of the skyscrapper flickered with images.Crystalline figures glimmered warp from one to another with static disturbing the sequence.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2014 15:19:12 GMT -5
DATA TAGS. @aqua~!
WORDS. 606
NOTES. In the face of the past's Shadow, what will they see? |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
The cold rains had become a numb sensation against Lightning's skin, buzzing in the back of her mind, keeping her alert to the rain-slicked terrain underfoot. Lightning was wholly focused on her opponent. She was determined to end the creature before it could run amok as they had in Disney Town. It had proven to her that there was a greater possibility the Artefact was on this world. She grunted when she felt the beast's faceplate slam into the metal dome of her shield, pushing her back, but she was determines to gain the advantage. Her muscles tensed and her hair was soaked by the torrential downpour. What skin lay bare, exposed to the elements, glistened with the thin layer of water. This would, in turn, reflect the refracting, flickers of light from the great skyscraper and screen above. The voices of the past continued to reach for the present, desperate to be heard. On screen it also appeared to be raining as streaks of static flaked across the rapidly flickering images. It seemed to televise the battle below. But, occasionally, the fuzzy images would focus and show twists of the past, melded with the occurring present. These images shifted depending on who watched the screen. Above Lighting could hear the broken voice of her sister calling for her to rouse from a slumber she just could not wake from. She wanted to wake up but something was stopping her. Something deep within her. Lightning heard as the woman let out a shout. Tezcatlipoca was sent hurtling to the ground. Lightning jumped back, flexing her shoulders as she was released from the binding weight of the beast. Though the elemental attacks themselves did not affect the beast: providing no damage to his hide thanks to his protective spell. It was not until the the woman's second spell did his hide tingle with the sense of immediate danger. The Wood Wraith let out a pained roar, the sounds of a crying forest. It struck Lightning's heart in an unimaginable fashion. Her memories were rouse by the sudden bay of pain. She recalled all of her battles from ages passed and the cold words spoken to her by the Fal'Cie Titan. She turned her blue eyes toward the sky. The Chaos was swelling, growing closer. " Fortune smiles upon the strong and worthy. Surrender not to despair. The future of life's cycle goes without you." Such words had never rang so deeply in the warrior's heart. The blue haired heroine called out to Light after the frantic slashes of her blade cut enough wood from choking the Artefact. The glimmer of light caught the woman's eyes, which widened in the shock. " Damnit!" Light responded when she looked away from the sky toward the Wraith. Wake up…before it's too late. The voice from the future warned. Suddenly the screen above went black. All the lights that remained in the city were swallowed, save for the glow of the Artefact. Light drew her blade into the air. Shouting out her blade crashed down onto the beast, the blade singing at the loss of another life. The beast dissipated into time, leaving behind the fragment of its crystal borne life. The Artefact floated into Light's hand at the ushering of her will. A great shadow stood above them both, its desire for the glimmering heart of a world overcome. Artefacts were the combined hearts of many worlds and to Light Heartless were the accumulated Chaos of even more worlds. The Darkside's hand would come crashing down in attempt to swallow the women, and the remaining light of the Crystal, into its Darkness.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 18, 2014 17:09:56 GMT -5
She watched as Lighting struck it a final time; its cry was finally fading into the abyss. The Battlefield of War vanished with a purple hue; her arm was relieved to let that weight go. She could feel the tension in her shoulders as she rolled the ache out. Blue eyes watched the shadows the beast brought melted into the ground before crawling away. The light that shined from the trinket burned the black insects. Or were they running away from something else? The light drifted to the warrioress’ palm as if it sought her out.
“What is that?” Was she a collector of rare items? Looking at it, it felt familiar. Her brows furrowed imagining a similar glow streak through the sky towards the highest tower of a castle, but a shadow overcast the thought with a chill up her spine. Instinctively she looked up and saw a giant palm coming forward to encase them. It stunk of darkness, but the sharp pointed fingers forced her chest to tighten. She could feel a panic and strain to breathe.
How can something that gave her comfort now terrified her?
“RUN!”
Despite how stiff and cold she felt, her body bended neatly to cartwheel out of the way. Ending in a round-off, her head lifted to watch the hand hit the ground. Where was she? The blackness absorbed any strand of pink. Its hand was thick and so was its wrist. Her eyes followed up the forearm until she could see messy tendrils floating and bobbing fluidly. Yellow eyes stared down at her peering into her soul, her heart. She absentmindedly backed up feeling her heart race; she’d seen that face before, “oh my-”
They loomed over her, and there were so many of them. The road she walked looked like it was eaten away from all their dominance. Their eyes burned her; it destroyed what will that was left as she handled a different sword, a long key. Her arm never rose to ward them off; instead her head dropped defeated. She can hear her voice broken and somber, “Maybe…I should fade into the darkness here.”
“NO!” She shouted loudly until her voice cracked. Tears stung her eyes with the rain. Blindly she charged to ruthelessly attack its wrist. How could she lose the will to fight, to live? How did she ever get to the point to feed herself to the heartless? They cannot have her, and in this moment, she truly felt repelled by darkness cradling hands. Why did it take now to see it will drown her until she was nothing?
When she awakened she was nearly hollow, she must have breached before she was lost in the tides. The thought that she’d ever let herself drown left her livid. “YOU WON’T TAKE ME LIKE YOU TOOK THEM AWAY FROM ME!”
She lost it, but something was waking up.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2014 16:11:37 GMT -5
DATA TAGS. @aqua~!
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to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
The Darkness had been so fast. It was like being taken by the Goddess of Death herself, but in the stead of the overwhelming relief when you were pulled into the warmth of her bosom, it was cold. Up close it was clearer that the Chaos of this world's Darkness was not the Chaos of her world. Together they carried many similarities. The shadows and flecks of life floating through it. Where she could feel the memories drifting through the frozen remains of their timelessness, the chaos also spoke of the darker side of a human's heart. The greatest difference between Etro's Chaos and that of the Heartless was that the chaos of the Heartless… was so cold. Everything began to slow down when the darkness descended. Light had been so focused on the Artefact, so used to the chaos, that she did not realize the massive collective belonged to this monster. Lightning squeezed her eyes closed, arms wrapping protectively around the Artefact. It's glow did not deter the largest shadow, its healing and destructive glow only served to irritate it. The Darkside let out a rumbling bellow that crawled through the Valkyrie's heart. She had no idea that, outside, the blue haired woman desperately fought against both her past and future. What kind of future did the Valkyrie have to look forward to? Without Serah she could only fight under the assumption that God would create a new world, but the doubt seeded in her heart by a denizen of that very Darkness bade her to reconsider her life goal, a goal she waited over five lifetimes to accomplish. Light could feel as the shadow tried to rip away the Artefact from her. Though her power exceeded that of an average human and beyond super human, what was a Heartless that even one this big could overpower her? Was it that desperation to live? A dream to wake from the nightmare of this present? Did they too live as those on Nova lived, or perhaps the spirits that would suffer at the hand of the Soulsong? Did Heartless also fight, tooth and nail, for a chance to be part of the future? Inside the darkness there was nothing. Was this how they felt? Locked away in the chaos and with no where to go, is this how the souls felt? "Wake up." A voice called with the beating of a heart. "I'm here." That voice… it was a familiar memory from the past, reaching to her in the future. Light's eyes blinked open. The intensity of the crystal-form was almost blinding. She couldn't give up. She could not keep herself locked away in these dreams of hers. She had to wake up or remain a puppet. Gripping the hilt of her blade tightly Lightning threw out her hand and searched for it, the portal that this Artefact opened. At the blue warrior's aggression the Darkside began to pull his hand away from the surface of the streets, several Shadow Heartless falling from the grand maester of this world's Darkness. The Darkside was here to consume the world's Heart, but had instead found the Crystal Heart of another. Light threw out her hand and focused on the Artefact. Within the Darkness the portal opened, a light glowing from the empty center of the Darkside, where his heart belonged. Light pulled herself toward the portal and was taken in by it. Using the Artefact she would prevent the shadow from absorbing it and would manage to send it back. This portal led into a dead world where nothing existed but these shadows. It was The End of a Beginning; a world whose life sprang from the end another. Another Nova… Light would not have it! Sealing away this portal, which somehow formed within the Darkside, and became determined to not let this world thrive. Sealing the tear in this world for good Lightning began to feel herself fall, no longer held suspended by the power of the Artefact. From the Dark side she fell and fell. Hundreds of feet above the Darkside held his chest in rage. Looking down to the blue bird and falling pink swallow the shadow raised his hand in another downward swipe, intent on killing the two birds with a single stone. Light looked back at the azure combatant. She still needed to be saved, but it seems that she found her fight. Lightning held her arm out into the air and felt as her digits bore into time itself. She pulled her arm back, and with it time. Everything around Lightning slowed down, nearly stopping as she pushed her power to IRS limit by Overclocking her own time. Her back would slam against the floor before she kicked off the ground and tore through the air to cut into the Darkside. Like a diving magpie the warrior sliced into the Darkside a consecutive number of times before a final, ultimate blow to Smite his vigor to almost nothing. To eyes within time it would simply look as if Lightning vanishes from the air and reappeared on the ground, damage wrought on the weak, but still standing shadow. " Wake up!" Lightning called to the blue haired woman. " End him before he can swallow us!" The warrior would take a moment to recover after tearing through time as she just did.
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Her assault made its wrist flex; having enough it lifted from the ground where it grasped her.
Her, where was her, she? Where was she. Cerulean eyes scattered to find nothing. The light was gone with her, but shadows began to writhe from where she stood. Did she fell into the darkness? Was she dropped into the void along a silent lone road where more monsters towered? With a jump, she made a silent vow to dispatch it. The tachi sank into its hand when she landed. She would've cruelly twisted the blade had it not rose up from its kneeling stance to reach them. Her plot to gain leverage was foiled as it arm dangled at its side forcing her to grip the hilt tightly; she hung like a trinket, practically dangling; there was nothing to grip or to climb.
She wanted to get higher and closer to its face. The Battlefield of War would diligently cut away at it and force it back into the darkness. Searching for a window of chance to jump through, the Darkside clutched its chest with an unearthly grumble. It vibrated throughout its body causing the blade to shift. Her body quivered with the force of its cry. She swore she saw a flash; her neck strained to see, but she saw her.
A pink canary was free falling.
She's...she's okay.
Whatever happened she must have teleported. Before she could sigh in relief, she gritted her teeth and muffled her squeal as the hand whipped with a sway of its arm. It was going to get rid of them both. The tachi broke free before its wielder could be flung off at the peak. Before gravity claimed her, two words rang clearly.
"Sandaga Shotto!" Lightning sprung throughout the heartless hand and up its arm, and two birds were free-falling, while time slowed in their minds.
During her descent, she could see its face and eyes. How many others had it haunted? How many other worlds did it terrorize? How many tried to hunt her? Although her caretaker used the heartless; she doubted he had one like this in his power. She preferred it that way; such thing could only mean destruction; several nearly destroyed her or could destroy her.
Was that a moment or...a glimpse of the future?
With her weight, she able to arch her body to flip over, but with her awareness drifting, she landed unevenly. Her feet stumbled; she skidded, lost her footing, and hit the floor. Water splashed against her back as it smacked against the floor. Her breath was stolen from her as she laid there with a thud. The tachi clanked beside her as the rain dotted on them.
"Ouch," her sore muscles winced against the cold. The motivation nearly faded with a shiver. She would feel all of this later and maybe catch a cold. If only it was safe to lay her and not move so quickly.
"Wake up! End him before he can swallow us!"
Suppressing a groan, she knew she was right, and if she was to get rid of it, there was no time like the present. Stalling can repeat the past or bring the future closer to her. Not wanting either, she slowly sat up to stand; both staggered, the heartless and the lost master. From all the abuse and assault, the Darkside collapsed to its hand and knees. It muscles twitched to hold itself. Tentacles wavered in the air like peaceful kelp, but yellow eyes stared on as if to read their hearts.
It won't dine on any today.
"Majikku Awa," her voice was in a low whisper before she teleported. Ripping the air from above, she plunged into it's head before calling a beam of light. Relentlessly, she pierced its head three more time; with every thrust, she shouted louder to hit it harder and faster, "You aren't welcomed here anymore."
The heartless wanted the light, but they feared the power it had to use against them. Light burned it and shaken its existence to the core. She could feel the darkness rippling from its body.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 30, 2014 4:42:31 GMT -5
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to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
Lightning was an indiscriminately brutal combatant. In the efforts of the Goddess, God and Fal’Cie to use her as a vessel for the wars they had unintentionally created a monster. A being who faced battle and did not slow even with the harshest of wounds marring her skin. The monster lived for battle and knew nothing of peace. The turbulent nature of her heart made it so that even in the most dire of situations she kept a level head. Even as she floated amidst the dark, there was no fear, because she knew God needed her far too much to let her fall to such an adversary. All she gained, were but memetic legacies born from innumerable strings of existences. The warrior was forced to live, even in death. Being Crystal had truly granted her an immortal life which she sought to shun. They had toyed with human life, and from it sprang the inhuman existence of Claire ‘Lightning’ Farron. She had fallen back into time. Overclocking she sped up her own existence, hours ahead, maybe even days. But regardless how much time she took, she did so in the span of milliseconds. Pushing her body to its absolute, non-linear limit, she was able to break the chains of her own time and obliterate her enemy before they could even blink. This power had its own drawback. It used a considerable amount of her Eradia, her humanity. It drained her and all that she had gained in return for being capable, if but for a moment, of controlling the very time that the gods held no precedence over. Her body was strained and it took a moment for her to regain her sense of now. Her muscles may have been sore, but it was not enough to bring her down. She held herself up proudly, even if her ability to move was greatly reduced at this point. When she called out to the blue jay, the woman acted with acquiescence, but there still was hesitation in her actions. Whether it was her fear of facing reality, or her inability to divide the past and the present, it mattered not. She had acted while Light recovered. The armored warrior heaved, the rains had ceased and her armor reflected the glittering of the pools of water that had collected in the battle worn streets of the World That Never Was. Light turned her head up toward the Darkside. The creature was in pain, and all around rained the dark spawn of its tormented existence. It was one that Light worried she would one day be forced to face. Come her time, at the end of Nova’s, would Bhunivelze accept all she had done, or would she be so deformed by her own gain of power that she would be unable to be reborn in that new world. Was Lumina correct in all she had said. Was all of Light’s progress for naught? At what price did it cost a world, for a new one to be born? The portal she had opened within the Darkside showed her that at the end, there truly was nothing but the pure Darkness of Chaos. In that world she saw the Beginning of the End of all life. It was where the broken spirits went, those that could no longer be reborn congregate. She felt her heart quake against the clash of lightning that struck the building beside them. The great screen above flickered, regaining its light as the Darkside lost his power. The beast came crashing onto its knees, the flowing tendrils of its head reminded Lightning of the Great Cottonweeds of the Archylte Steppes. The way they danced, as if under the command of wind, brought back a memory she had shielded herself from. It was the face of her sister. It was the vision of Serah as Light fell -- no was dragged, into Valhalla. It was at that moment she had lost both her past and her future and had only the now to look for. Was that the same case now? Here? Was God’s plan but a fallacy among the reward he offered? Could a monster like her, one who could not possibly be reborn, see Serah in the New World? The screen flickered rapidly. Showing visions of the past to all who dared watch. There was nothing that could be done to understand what was lost. These blurry, senseless dealings were full of muddled words and broken images. There was no way to return to the past, only to a broken present. It took Lightning a lifetime to understand that. Pushing to her feet, the tip of the Overture scraped against the ground. The snarling shriek of the slicing blade was comparable now to a Banshee. It was no longer the beautiful song that heralded a warrior into war. Pulling her dome shield, which sat upon her left wrist, rose to stabilize the Overture as it pointed toward the enemy. If the Darkness burned in the face of the Light and a warrior such as she, could not call it forth… then what good was she to a future she could not even be part of? “ No more.” Lightning’s voice was barely a whisper over the thunder as it passed overhead, rumbling the surrounding buildings. “ No longer will I allow you to exist in this world and terrorize it.” Her eyes were closed. She could feel the cold touch of the Darkside’s darkness against her skin. Its tendrils drifted across the shining armor that was blessed by the Goddess Etro. What touched against her skin left behind raised trails. This Darkness was not the warm embrace of Etro, but the soulless caress of Bhunivelze. It caused Lightning distress as she drew to that conclusion. Bhunivelze was cold and did not care for the people, but instead he desired what the Fal’Cie had sought in their aspiration to summon back the Divine. She had to fight because in the future, she would face even stronger opponents. If she ran now, she would die later. Lightning had no choice but to summon every vestibule of power within her. Drawing back the Overture it once again hailed a great song as it cut through the air. Lightning poured her entirety into this one spell. Slashing out the Overture she summoned her highest tier spell. Elementga tore into the fallen Darkside. Lightning, Fire, Ice and Wind all simultaneously crashed into the Heartless Maester. The Lightning lit its shadow form, coursing through each of its limbs. The Fire washed over its body, cleansing it of its peace. The Ice, coated every end of its form in a thin shell that formed from icy crystals from within, bursting out as the wind cut over its damaged body. The Darkside wailed, a low thrumming sound that felt more a distant storm than present pain. With the final attacks rend into its hide it would fall. Completely would it slid onto its belly, its massive hand crashing into the tower, causing the screen the fall to a tilt. At the very corner of the screen, in bright blue words, a phrase would flash across. “I'm asking you, as a friend... Just...put an end to me.” The Reaper cut her blade into the Darkside’s throat, ending its struggling. Without a sound it vanished. The Heartless retreated into the Dark, from whence they came. There stood Lightning, the warrior barely clutching to her blade. It was too much. Light fell to her knees, the armor and blade blessed by Etro vanishing into time. She was left in her black shorts and a black, hooded tank top. The hood fell over her head as she let go. She had hoped with all of her heart that, even if just for a bit longer, she could live in her lie. She wanted to live in the belief that she would see Serah again, but a God who did not understand the feelings of other humans, could not be expected to understand that she wanted her Serah, and not her memories of Serah. Sometimes you have to lie to protect others. Sometimes you have to lie to stop from getting hurt. Sometimes everything you know in the world turns out to be a lie. But at the end of the day, the lie isn't what matters, it's what you do after you tell it. If you work hard enough, you can make it true.She had recalled a memory, from a long time ago… All she had wanted, was that lie. But it was no good if she could not bring it to life.
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