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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2014 22:30:38 GMT -5
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NOTES. I'm not all that scary, am I? |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
In a town full of despair it was not difficult to find people in need. Though they were part of this world and, upon their death, would follow the pace of their creator, that did not mean they lacked Eradia. Eradia was a powerful energy sourced buried deep within the heart. When a person tries to push away their worries and sadness it became entrapped under the weight of the soul. These trapped feelings can change and twist a person into a monstrosity that could not pass over. Releasing Eradia from the heart was comparable to freeing the souls from the chains that held it on earth.
But little was the reaper aware that, in freeing them from that suffering also opened their hearts. It opened a path that Heartless could follow and prey on her saved souls. They became victims of their own emotions. Without the Darkness trapped and hidden away they would not change from the weak, sniveling humans that had buried it in the first place. She had become a reaper of hearts. And the rumors began to spread like wildfire in certain parts of town, particularly down by the beach.
It had become her familiar place while here. Her life began on a beach and it always seemed her soul longed to return. It felt like an eternity. For two days and a half the Reaper of Souls had began her task at collecting all she could of this mystical energy. Any little bit would buy her just a bit more time. At least, she hoped. It all could be for naught and she has come to relive this day and hour over and over. Maybe a few hundred souls was not enough for a god who could not bear within him life.
Twilight Town was a world full of life. But in recent months darkness had taken hold and it looked as if none would arrive to free it. Heartless roamed in greater number and evil doers would likely get along with greater ease. How long could the world survive in the darkness? Lightning had arrived when she noticed the open path through the Crux. Each world had its own aura, each path its own signature. This one was overflowing with Chaos, what some called the Darkness. Light had no duty to save the people of this world.
In fact they seemed more than capable of living. Their world was stable, for the time being and they seemed to live by the idea of curfew reducing the trouble caused by the chaotic spawn. What she was after was the energy buried deep in their hearts. This could perhaps save her world and bring her closer to saving her sister.
Whispers carried that a knight who walked the sands at knight, feeding people to massive Heartless. Where ever she went she would pretend to lay charity to the needy, only to call her Heartless army. What better way to feed them than the weak and suffering people of Twilight Town? Here the Darkness prevailed over all else. They say this reaper carried the most curious scythe. Its blade sang when swung across the air. Their hair was a blinding contrast against the silvery metal skin they wore to protect them from the nipping dogs.
This day, just like the others, her task began at the docks. She wore an unimposing uniform. A black, sleeveless top with the hood pulled up. Dark pants which cut off at her knees left her cool in the humid evening. Her shape, blue eyes seemed to glow against the twilight. She went without her armor because it had the tendency to lure the shadows with its divinity. So, for tonight, she would search for the heaviest heart and free it from its pain. She had to earn back time. Not for herself, but for them.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2014 1:18:07 GMT -5
The dreams always started out the same. He'd awake in some void-like realm with nothing around him but black, though he could walk forward on the darkness, he would have no clue where he was going so he'd just hope for some light to pierce through the engulfing darkness. A little girl that was about as tall as his waist would appear behind him wearing overalls and a white t-shirt underneath. She would immediately start by saying "Hello, mister. Are you going to face judgement too?" She was covered in light so it was easy to see her but that was about the only light that he had seen here so far.
He kneeled next to her and as if reading an unchangeable script he would hear himself say "Judgement?" with a kind of confused face. "Yes, mister. Judgement. My mommy told me that everyone who passes through here must face judgement" It was then he realized that he might be dead but he let out a small chuckle. "Judgement? Judgement is only for the dead." She wore an unbreakable smile as if she knew that every word she spoke was correct. "That's right, mister. Me and you are dead just like my mommy. She's already been judged so I'm just waiting for my turn so that I may pass on with her." Neku instantly stood. Noone, not even an a little girl with an innocent tone like hers could speak those words without knowing at least a little bit of what they were talking about. He knew he didn't belong here. "But..I'm alive!", he kept screaming to himself in his head. After so long he started to wonder if he really was alive.
Scared to face reality, Neku ran into the darkness not being able to see anything in front of him. He ran for what seemed like hours but he never made any progress. After so long, he looked behind him only to find the souls of the deceased chasing after him, beckoning him to face judgement. He ran as fast as he could but it was no use. He felt like he was running in place. Before long the dead had caught up with him and began to grab him and drag him back with them. "No!!!", he would scream. "Let me go!! I faced death once before and I earned my right to a second chance." As if on cue, a demonic voice would blast into his eardrums shouting that noone gets a second chance. After minimal struggling, he freed himself from their clutches only to find himself free falling into a pit of darkness. With chaos around him and nothing beneath him, Neku had time to really think. "Is it really fair that I was given a second chance when other people aren't? What did I do to deserve such a gift?" He closed his eyes and gave out a last little whimper as he accepted his death.
He awoke with a start. Letting out a huge gasp, he surveyed the area instinctively. "Twilight Town" It was the location he was told when asking an old married couple what town he was currently in. They said there was a beautiful beach nearby and that's where he had been headed before taking a break and dozing off on this bench. Standing up, he once again made his way towards the beach. This had been happening frequently. Both the dream and the random locations. He had been being led world to world by a dark portal, and yet he was still no closer to discovering its origin than when he began this little adventure. After around 15 minutes of walking, he finally reached the shoreline. The view was all that he had hoped for. The golden setting sun was cascading onto the ever-colliding waves. There was no end to this ocean. I had to be the most beautiful thing one could lay eyes on but alas, there would be plenty of people who thought nothing of the unexplained miracle. He couldn't blame them of course. Living with the same setting for years can make it seem rather dull.
Glancing around, Neku didn't see many other people around. In fact, there was but one soul who stood by the docks nearby. While the distance between them was substantial, after only a few seconds, he deducted that it was a girl. Her hair, at least from this distance, looked long and full which could or could not work in his favor as he was a sucker for long hair. It also seemed like she was wearing a top with no sleeves and a hood. On her bottom half, she wore cut off pants that stopped at her knees. Changing his course, he headed towards the lone female. Assuming she was a resident of this town, he had to ask of the absence of people at this time of day. Sure, it was evening but the town seemed desolate. "There's not that much crime here that the curfew is so early, is it?" he thought to himself. After trekking over the not-so-easily navigated sand, Neku finally came within yelling distance of her though he didn't want to have to scream at the top of his lungs as an introduction so he got a little closer but still far enough to where he couldn't quite see her face. "I don't mean to bother you, miss, but I had a tiny question" He stopped about 30 feet from her to see if she'd acknowledge him.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2014 16:58:31 GMT -5
DATA TAGS. @darts23~!
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NOTES. Step into my parlour the spider said to the fly... |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
Two days was enough to get to know the town well enough, but Light's feet always, eventually, carried her back here. It was a living memory of her past. The only one she could reach for with ease. Sometimes she wondered if it was such a bad thing her entire world had been Bodhum until that day. It was where she was born, raised. There she lost a father, a mother and a sister. She dreamt of the sands and sea. Even with so much loss she was so fearlessly drawn to the water's edge where many were driven to bare caution at such warnings. Light was too stubborn to turn her back on her home, too loyal.
The sands were always warm thanks to Eden's light. Thanks to Carbuncle there was never a shortage of food. Leviathan guarded the seas and kept the waters safe for human and animal alike. But perhaps it was better thugs had changed. She had been trapped in her little world so long that she had forgotten there was one out there. The were but a small part of a greater universe and but one event sought to take the last of the former soldier's reason to exist.
The Vestige changed everything.
Anima had put them on this path.
Barthandelus had manipulated it all from the start.
It was perhaps an ironic destiny given to her as a joke by the gods for defying her fate. Maybe her fighting her Puppetmaster was all part of the divine plan. But with the urgency of her own selfish wants and needs she had never stopped to consider that what she did may bring trouble to others. Her goal was to save as many souls as she could. She has little time left and drawing the Eradia from these miserable wretches seemed a viable solution. She wondered just how much time she could earn them with this.
Maybe none at all.
There the reaper stood, waiting for a chance. The cool breeze of the evening air caressed her cheeks while the aroma of the salty air tickled the back of her throat. They say smell was the strongest trigger for memories. At this moment Lightning could not deny it. She took in a deep breathe and then opened her eyes. There before her she could see her sister. God taunted her and she was becoming short with the situations she was met with. Something simply failed to add up. There were too many instances of de ja vu and too many points of time where she would come across a familiar face or weapon in her travels of what were, to her, a whole new world.
The sound of her voice drew her from the memories of her past. Blue eyes drifted over to the lad, strands of her rose hair splayed over her forehead. She was of average build. Even her chest size made it difficult, from a distance to discern her figure from their androgynous figure. She raises her hand, fingers knitting the hair neatly behind her ear. "They think curfew will protect them from the unknown." She was not ignorant of the rumors that inched around about her, but she knew who she was and required validation from no one.
Even if it was nice on occasion.
The woman had no weapons on her, nor has she any overwhelming presence. But a reaper was meant to be discreet. People normally ran in fear when they saw death coming, even if it was as unimposing as Light. She looked to the young boy, her thin brow arching slightly. Her face was a mask of neutrality.
"What do you need?" She seemed very inviting, wasn't death always welcoming to all?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2014 3:20:33 GMT -5
For what felt like only a few seconds, he took in the moment. The wind seemed to blow at such a perfect rate and the sun was setting peacefully in the corner of his eye. With a closer point of view, Neku was blown aback. From wavy rose colored hair, and enticing aqua eyes, this girl was nothing less than beautiful though even from far away, he could tell she was much older than him. He wouldn't dare ask exactly how much older of course. It might easily be taken as an insult. "The unknown?" , he thought. "What city would shut down in its entirety based off of something unknown?" After glancing at the setting sun once more, he turned back to the mysterious woman. He stepped a bit closer. She seemed trustworthy enough. "If everyone else goes inside for curfew at night, wouldn't you follow suit?", he asked of the woman. He doubted very much that other people dealt with the problem of random portals materializing from thin air and throwing them from place to place randomly so he could only come to the conclusion that she was a rebel of some sort, maybe even homeless, but from her appearance that seemed very unlikely. If anything, she just seemed like the type of girl that he didn't want to piss off.
"Sorry if I sound ill-informed.", he spoke. "I'm kind of new here and the atmosphere of this place at night seems a little..off" Neku knew how he was around beautiful women. They were the only ones he sought to impress. It would prove to be meaningless of course given the fact that every time his mind reached an idle state, he would think about Shiki. He would never admit that fact aloud of course and put his pride at risk. Putting all of the facts together, he decided that she too was stranger to this place. "What else could explain her presence on an otherwise empty beach? I guess I won't find out just standing here." he thought to himself. "Are you..." Neku stopped. He didn't quite know how to word his next statement. "Are you of this world?" Neku was still unsure about the statement but the words had already escaped so instead of looking unsure, he thought it best to keep his look of confidence unfazed and wait for her response.
396 | Neku Sakuraba, @lightning | Notes: Innocent until proven guilty..
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2014 1:57:33 GMT -5
DATA TAGS. @darts23
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NOTES. I really just want to help |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
Lightning did not have an aggressive manner to her, but nor was it soft considering a woman that looked as young as she. There was experience in those blue eyes. Time has come and gone for her and she has, in fact, seen the end. In truth she was perpetuating the end to arrive without a hitch Sometimes it was nice to just stand and remember when she was still human. Time no longer flowed for her, so she did not age, though she had long since matured -- sooner than what should have been necessary. But the world was a cruel place and Fate had a way of placing a person on their required path. Maybe it had all been an accident, finding out the truth in such a matter. Maybe not even a god or a Fal’Cie had as much power as was so claimed by them. Bhunivelze could not make life, but he could make a new world where life could prosper. This was what he promised. She had no place to question it because she was just a pawn in his game. As long as she earned her reward she would tear Eden asunder from the sky.
They had taken everything from her. All she had ever known, wanted. Her simple life was torn down wall by wall. It started with her father. He had died when they were little, but Lightning still held the faint memory of his voice in her ears. The necklace that hung around her neck belonged to him. It was a gift to her, his first born. So long after she did not quite remember how it was he died, but she remembers crying. Since that day, little by little, her world spiraled out of control. Everything she knew would be taken from her by the Fal’Cie. Though her mother’s sickness little could be blamed on them, maybe it had not been as mysterious as she felt. If their lives had been nothing but a game to Barthandelus, maybe all she suffered was due to his own suffering. No she did not hold as much hate as she did for him back then. Now facing the end of the world she could understand why he had been so desperate to wake God from his slumber. The Fal’Cie was anything but unsuccessful.
But it was all neither here nor there.
Her little stunt at collecting Eradia came from the desperation that her time was running out. She would, no longer, be denied her sister. She had promised she would take care of Serah, but time and time again she would fail. Not even god would stand before her, toward this goal! If he got in her way, she would just have to take him down too! She would not run away from her responsibility while there was still a chance. Her heart was set, even if a little, mischievous voice, continued to nag her about something missing. Whatever God took from her, she would regain, at least she hoped she would. She tried to convince herself otherwise, that Lumina was just looking for trouble, but one thing that girl never seemed to do was lie. She disliked kids like that, but maybe because she was like that a long time ago. Lumina caused trouble, but maybe she’s just as that priest said and was a little lonely, trying to have fun in their final days. Perhaps there was something to what she said…
Lightning rolled her shoulders as she moved to turn her body so she faced the boy. Her right hand was rest upon her left shoulder where she seemed to be wearing an armband of black leather. Her hair was a bit more visible now, showing the odd hairstyle which was only curled long in some spots while it was short in others. It was definitely a unique style, one the elder sister had shared with her younger sibling. It was not something done by accident. Serah was her sister after all. Lightning raised her head and smiled.
“The night can be unsettling when you don’t understand it, but it’s no different from the day.” She offered, looking up to the twilit skies. “Some people feel it is easier to think at night without the hustle and bustle of the day, but in some worlds that energy never seems to change...”
He asked about her being part of the world. That was not a question so easily answered. She was not part of this world, or any world anymore. In a sense she was a goddess wasn’t she? A spectre that drifted between the worlds who no longer had a place to call home. A soft smile drew into her calm features as her eyes drew back down toward the boy.
“I’m a ghost.” She shrugged. “Boo.” her pursed lips glistened against the twilight as she allowed her arms to fall to her side and hug her body.
Her elbows now rest in her hands, body held in a confident manner. “What about you? Wandering around at night by yourself. Are you alright?” She seemed earnestly concerned for the boy.
It seemed unnatural, to her, for a young boy to be out when rumors of monsters were abound, even if she was that monster, and even if he had only been there a short time, maybe shorter than even she. Standing there in the burning hues of the twilight it did seem like looking upon the form of a ghost. She had an almost ethereal manner about her.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2014 3:01:53 GMT -5
The sunset slowly completed it's daily chore as the orange clouds cross-faded into purple. Sleeping on a bench was not a process he looked forward to repeating. Finding a place to sleep quickly became a side objective while discovering how to get out of here stayed the main mission. Neku stared the stranger straight in her eyes, trying to, more or less, read her mind. He felt as though figuring out what she thought of him might help him to better assess the situation. He wasn't so sure he trusted her. Even if she was beautiful, trust had to be earned. If anything, because she was beautiful he had to keep an eye out. For all he knew, she was nothing less than a siren, manipulating newcomers to this town because of their minuscule information on this location.
After taking in the lone women's response, Neku concluded that straight answers were not this women's forte. After hearing her say "Boo", he gave a kind smile. She was more friendly than he thought but the former still lingered in his mind as odd. "Night no different than the day? A ghost? Ghosts don't exist!" His mind was in a frenzy. Neku held back the urge to chuckle seeing as it would be rude. Luckily she wasn't a mind reader or she may have already taken offense. After mulling it over, he realized it may just be a metaphor to point out that she's an outcast. Maybe she was homeless after all, just not in the same way he was imagining it. But the thought conflicted within him. She seemed too kind and caring to be a lone traveler. He assumed that if anything, she was outside to get some fresh air away from human connection, if only for a short while. "I feel like I may be missing some small detail with her, but I can't quite figure it out. It's as if my mind is in a battle between trusting her and getting the hell out of here."
Her next statement seemed to take him off guard. "Am I alright?!" ,he exclaimed and then quickly smirked. "I've stared death in the face! A little night time can't hurt me." His smirk transformed into a grin. Being underestimated only boosted his confidence. The words she uttered weren't peculiar in anyway. Any person could ask such a question. The way she presented the question was however the culprit behind his sudden heroic outburst. She seemed to genuinely care for his well-being. For a small second, he felt so much like the child she clearly saw him as. Being pitied and underestimated was his fuel, however, and he would make sure to show her just how mature he'd grown from the Reapers' Game. His introduction to new friends, his heroic rescues of his friends, and arrival back to the world of the living were all his reminders as to how he was no mere child. "So do ghosts have beds to sleep in?" ,he questioned mockingly.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2014 13:57:16 GMT -5
DATA TAGS. tags here
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NOTES. Let me help you, because in the end you'll be helping me. |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
Lighting felt she may have taken her joke too far. The boy seemed stunned to silence. She examined his face for some sign of realization. It was only in jest she spoke that line, but it was partially the feeling of standing between worlds. Light knew it was not a funny joke. But, as of late, the Savior has grown more aware of how far she really stood from humans. She had given up something vital for this power. But if it would save Serah she would let her soul be torn asunder and rebuilt a thousand times over. She had already failed Serah, twice. She was not going to let this chance slip by.
She felt a bit more relaxed when he began to boast loudly. For a moment it reminded her of a certain someone. She had failed him as well. There was nothing she could do in this world. She would fix all she could for the next. If she could not being Serah to him, she would bring him to her. For now it was merely a matter of getting enough energy as quickly as possible. The world would only continue to crumble. She would do her part to ensure all did nor vanish.
"I'm surprised you would face death so willingly." Perhaps he needn't saving.
If there was nothing that burdened his heart, she very well could not draw that excess energy from him. She had to make sure though.. But before she could reword her thoughts in a more meaningful manner, and aloud, the boy offered a question, which upheld her earlier best with a lightheartedness. Why would he ask such an odd question? Now Light had a calm, but assertive manner to her. She was as a mother -- no, this was more the feeling of an older sister.
Her words may have seemed as if she his behind them, but in truth she really had nothing to say unless it was needed of her. Without any direct questions asked of her, she could nor consider answers or resolutions to the problems he likely held with her peculiarly relaxed way. Lightning was not always calm. One could say she was a devil in combat. Her temper was a cold, harshness that left her scowling. She rarely raised her voice and only raised her fist to her brother-in-law. The boy's question though…
Was this his peril? Perhaps if she helped him in this task she could get him to open up a bit more to her. She was not imposing in any way. From her voice to her casual, almost punk style, of dress. She was far too ordinary, yet had a chance to be extraordinary. She stood in a relaxed position before reaching up to pull her hood down, fully revealing her rose locks.
"Ghosts don't need beds… or homes. What about you? If you need help, let me know. Maybe we can solve the problem together." It was clear, as it could be, that she was more than willing to help.
But above that, she seemed to be missing something, but it was far too insignificant to another person to be truly notices, at least a stranger would not see it.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2014 3:09:58 GMT -5
The demeanor she expressed towards him had a slight familiarity to it. Advancing one step forward, he reduced the distance between them yet again. With each exchanged sentence, he seemed to let his guard down more which is never a good thing, but he couldn't help but get sidetracked by her absurd statement. "It's like she doesn't know me at all!" That was when he reminded himself that she knew not of his accomplishments and otherwise impossible achievements. "Let's just say, I'm more familiar with death than most." Cliche was the word that rang in his mind. With each additional word, he felt as though he was coming off as some macho, clueless teen but how could he help it? Every word was true down to the last syllable. If anything he had under exaggerated. Though his body became relaxed, his subconscious mind instinctively was in detective mode. Every sentence she spoke went through arduous analyzation. "Together?" ,he thought. "She faintly reminds me of Sora. So trusting of strangers."
Taking two more steps forward, he left the distance between them at about 8 feet. "Well unlike ghosts, a 'child' such as myself needs a bed to sleep in or at the very least, a roof over his head." He smirked yet again. Their tiny back and forth quibble amused him. Throwing in little sarcastic hints every time he talked was like Neku's past time and she was taking it in stride. His confusion slowly built though, as he reprocessed her words. His smirk turned into a quirky smile. "You don't expect me to believe that you had planned to stand here all night, do you?"
Neku's precautious side decided that this was a good point to kick in. With a chill from the sudden breeze snaking down his spine, he lightly tensed up. "I'm treating her as if she's Sora but the fact is, she's not. I'm getting too comfortable." He took a step back and broke eye contact with the woman. Her mysteriousness had suddenly alarmed him. "I know I may look crazy to her with all of this readjusting, but the last time I trusted a person indiscriminately, I was manipulated into betraying my friends." As of that point, Neku had successfully talked himself into discomfort. So many thoughts were racing around in his head for what seemed to be no reason at all. "Who are you, anyway!?" The words escaped his lips before he had time to realize that the mere thought had transformed to actual words. He gave no attempt to retract his words. It was too late at this point anyway.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2014 11:51:13 GMT -5
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NOTES. In a place like this, horrors live. |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
Lightning was not a people watcher. Often times she took situations at face value, but that had simply been how she was trained. She never had time to socialize or hang out with friends. After joining the military, what little free time she did have was spent at home. People thought her cold, even sour, but Light had a normal, expressive personality that prove little use outside of combat. That was one thing that could be said of Lightning's past: she knew how to stay calm under stressful situations. It was not until after being forced into the fray unwillingly did she realize this herself what she was truly capable of: not only as a soldier, but as a sister. She was selfish and only wanted what was best for Serah, but she learned that she would do anything to keep her sister safe. It was a strange attribute to praise, but it was what made Light independent and strong.
Having a reason to fight pushed you to succeed.
Reading others in a relaxed environment, such as this, was a difficult skill for a soldier trained to read the immediate situation and act on the now. They were tense, more oft than not, driven by harsh lifestyles. She only had time to read the surface. It was what was needed to ensure a quick victory or to be kept from being caught off guard. She was unaware that the tense movements the boy made were out of nervousness, for she viewed them as someone unsure and ready for combat. It was as if she was the predator. And he was probably right in not trusting her. Sometimes people got hurt of they got too close to her.
At his words she seemed more troubled than amused, but her face was one of apathy. Though she regretted that one so young suffered, it was the direction the worlds seemed to be turning. As time drew closer to an end, death and suffering held close by. Her smile was weak, at best. With brows twisted up and be half smile it was clear her emotions conflicted and her his comment. She knew she should pity him, but at the same time she seemed unable to express the wanted emotion. It was like the feeling of blank.
"In times like these, that seems unfortunately common." Lightning noted. "A child in need of a roof over their heads." She clarified. "As a ghost I roam from place to place. I don't have time to sleep as I lament of the past, looking for others who need help so they don't end up like me." It seemed almost an admittance of guilt, but it was much more sorrowful.
As they spoke creatures other than they seemed to fancy the night... Crawling ever closer as the night proceeded. Light, who had been searching for those in need, had come across these strange monsters. She had never seen them before. They were made of the Chaos and writhed through the darkness, stalking, hunting. She had not been lost on the fact that whenever a person was freed from their burden, like parasites that fed on happiness: they would appear. She thought, perhaps, it was her own presence that lured them, so she indeed planned on staying out all night.
"I'm called Lightning, like I said. You still haven't given me your name, yet doubt I claim something other than being me." Though she knew what he meant, but she hadn't an answer.
She was nothing but a monster.
"But," she began as she stretched her arms out. "I'm sure you have your reasons. Everyone has a reason for what it is they do." Or claim.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2014 8:44:22 GMT -5
Neku's sarcasm had seem to fall on deaf ears. She once again, addressed him as a child. Hiding his miniscule irritation, he listened to every word with care and interest. From what he had pieced together she seemed almost depressed. Once again addressing herself as a ghost, Neku took it in stride this time. It seemed so off to him though. She upheld herself so confidently and yet her speech was sad to say the least. Maybe it's not sad. Maybe this is just how she is.
"Like you?" The question had been answered numerous times by her but Neku seemed to want more insight. "Sorry about that. I'm Neku." It seemed his strange behavior had not dawned on her. Whether that was a positive or a negative remained to be unseen. She seems so focused on thoughts as if more than me. I should be the ghost here if anything. Maybe she's just unintrigued with me. He yawned, realizing just how late it had become. The sun had completely retreated behind a kingdom of clouds, now gracing another part of this world with its warm light that seemed to ward off all evil. Neku was shaken with yet another chill, but this one being a product of the environment. It seemed that the night was not only occupied by these two lost souls but by a less noble form. Nothing was in sight when Neku scanned the area but he couldn't shake this uneasiness that enveloped him. It was as if eyes preyed upon them in the shade of night. Reaching his hand into his pocket, he gripped Pin No. 090, Shiro between his fingertips, just in case someone or something got any funny ideas.
Turning back to Lightning, he took her appearance in. If a fight were to breakout, he concluded that she may upshow him. The battle scars were not physical on her but rather, her speech showed that her mind had been altered somehow. That she had fought many battles or at the very least, a few significant ones. Now that I think about it, she does vaguely remind me of a reaper, only more humane but that fact could change and fast. It seemed Neku couldn't make his mind up about this mysterious stranger. Anyone donning the name Lightning is scary enough but I'm split between wanting to learn more about her and confront her about her reaper-like personality. The presence of evil surrounding the pair seemed to dissipate but something wasn't quite right. Is the presence gone or..?
422 | Neku Sakuraba, @lightning | notes: The calm before the storm..
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2014 0:13:03 GMT -5
DATA TAGS. @darts23
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NOTES. Can you handle death, or are you just another victim? |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
Lightning held no regrets. In her heart she had done right. She moved forward under her own strength. Her path had been a righteous one. When all was said and done, she had faced the world and fought tirelessly. Even now, standing beyond death, she would find her heart tearing itself to pieces. She was unsure that it would all be worth it in the end. Neku was too young to understand. But in her experience, even the young stood to live years beyond their elders. They could see with pure eyes, where the stagnant hearts of adults ruined everything they touched. Even now, Lightning wondered if in all her experiences did this boy still managed to stand above her in this life.
Blue eyes gazed off into the distance. The encompassing Twilight had drifted off into the darkness. The clouds overhead had completely swallowed the glittering diamonds which blanketed the skies above. A chill washed in from the sea. Churning waves washed foam onto the dark sands. Footprints were erased and memories, one by one, vanished from this world. Where did memories go once they were gone? Did they remain in the heart, where were they whisked away by the dark shadows that lurked every street corner?
Even though the Valkyrie was a skilled warrior, her experience in heartfelt matters were lacking. If Light had it her way she would fight to the death and not even question why. But she was not that person she was so long ago. She ask questions now. She demanded the truth. She was no one's puppet. Even as she fought for Bhunivelze she could not help that inherant nature to question. It had been Lumina's meddling that invoked her heart to ask why. But in asking why, in regaining that stubbornness, she wondered why Lumina fought so hard for a game. Had it all been a game for her? Or was there a reason for everything she said and did?
The darkness crept closer. What little the moon had did to shield them from the penetrating darkness was all but gone with the coming cover of clouds. The shadows were a holy ground for these creatures. Their steps made no sound. Their hearts did not beat. They were ghosts, just as she. But it was easy for the dead to see what those that lived, could not. Their eyes looked like golden flames; the haunting fires of a Tonberry's lantern wavering closer by on every second. In this world darkness had prevailed. There was no saving the light, granted the irony.
Perhaps by the weight of her own words Light had proven herself a monster. She was a vision of beauty and a question of authority, but when she spoke her powers became real. The warrior buried beneath woman would come alive when her confidence was translated into words. What was there a language only spoken by Reapers?
Of course.
Theirs was a language of confidence. It was a fearlessness of death, an understanding of what it was like to live on the other side of the void. The unseen actions that spoke against man and lured him beyond his life. These were words held only by a reaper.
"Looks like we're not alone." The soft murmur of her voice escapes into the chill night air.
Light sighed and allowed a hand to come rest upon her hip. It seems they were not alone. She would have preferred a quiet night of work, but it was never to be it seemed. She supposed she could no longer waste time chatting him up and looking for a way in. For a kid, his held his defenses pretty high. Who could blame him? In a world where darkness suffered no consequences for existing, there only remained room for the good and kind to be punished. Not that Light stood at either end of the spectrum… not in her heart anyway.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 10, 2014 13:39:02 GMT -5
Whatever light previously existed at this moment had evaporated and been sucked into the unforgiving darkness. A half smile spread across Neku's lips. The excitement from the inevitable battle that was about to occur slightly excited him. The feel of fighting had been absent for him since his last encounter of the Heartless with Sora. Neku was still unsure quite what they were facing but he could feel they're intent to kill becoming ever stronger. Neku took one last glance up at the sky. It seemed so much clearer in this region. Shibuya had so many lights, every star came off as dim so squinting just to see their shine was prominent there but this particular location gave a great view of the stars. It was almost magical. Getting lost in the stars and forgetting the matter at hand was easy. "You got my back?" Neku spoke to Lightning. He knew she was a skilled fighter but would she really save his life at a moment's notice?
Looking back down, Neku shot a glance at Lightning she seemed ready for whatever would occur. He could just as quickly attack her from behind and he had no doubt that she would be prepared. Little did the evil creatures know that this battle had been won before it ever began. Thrusting his hand into his shorts pocket, Neku felt the tin of all of his pins. Of course, he could only handle controlling five pins at once, so he had to choose wisely. Grabbing pins No. 090: Shiro, No. 201: Fresh Line, No. 144: Lightning Anger, No. 102: Konohana Sakuya, and No. 158: Blue Blood Burns Blue just in case things got complicated, Neku gave a confident smile preparing for a fight. Calming himself, Neku began to focus on activating the 5 pins he had selected for combat.
With what seemed like perfect timing, one of the darkness coated creatures leaped at amazing speed from the shadows on Lightning's side of the battlefield towards Neku, most likely in an attempt to catch him off guard. Neku could see the creature approaching him at a fast pace. Time had seemed to slow but Neku decided that if it reached him, he'd take the hit just to finishing equipping his pins.
377 | Neku Sakuraba, @lightning | notes: Activated Pins #90, 201, 144, 102, and 158.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 0:51:02 GMT -5
DATA TAGS. @darts23~!
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NOTES. *Used Surge; Come the Light, the Darkness spreads. |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
Lightning was always ready for battle, at least as of late. With Chaos becoming more pronounced in, not only her world, but others as well, she hadn't the time to simply enjoy these picturesque dreams. She did not yet comprehend that these worlds were not part of her timeline and only reacted as she would on her world. These manifestations of the Chaos ran amuck, the Valkyrie being left with the feeling she had let everyone down. Failure was not something the woman met with grace. Rage was not a foreign emotion on the usually complacent Hand of God.
It had become clear time here was being wasted, the boy a challenge to save. But she could not accept that. She knew she could not save everyone, but she had to try! Though her heart could not sink into despair, for what use did a servant of god have for such an emotion, but she could not carry this failure on her shoulders. Children, parents, siblings: Light wanted to save everyone, but she could not hold onto them. For the Reaper every lost soul was a mark against her prowess, a mark against all she had given up for this power. Though her outside was calm, fortuitous; inside Light was a torrent of anger. Her losses would be waged in war against her enemies.
When the Heartless swooped passed her she could feel the cold touch of its Chaos deep beneath her skin. The Reaper clenched her bare hand into a fist. These creatures were not going to win. They would all be returned to the Chaos where they belonged. The former Valkyrie began to draw on her power, the power the Goddess Etro had bestowed onto her long ago. Though the Goddess was now gone, Lightning could still feel her influence both within the Chaos and within the sleeping power of her armor.
“Enough!” The warrior called out, her voice booming like a clap of thunder, the magic around her body flashing like Lightning.
Perhaps this was the reason behind her name, or the utter destruction that would follow her evocation of power. Magic erupted from her outstretched hand. Branching threads of lightning erupted from the cloudless skies above, sending down an arcing spike of pure decimation. The heartless was all but sent into oblivion by the single Surge spell. When the dust of shadow cleared there stood the woman, but woman no longer. Before the young boy stood a Goddess, one of Death. In the Reaper’s hand she gripped a mighty gunblade. Her plate armor was that out of a story book: a Knight’s Vestments, but this Knight was granted power by the divine herself. The shield upon her left wrist carried the mark of Etro, the feathered skirt the mark of a Valkyrie. She stared down at Neku, her expression never wavering. It was hard to tell if she was annoyed or simply tired. Yes -- perhaps she was tired. Tired of not being able to save everyone she had come across. Tired of fighting without the reward she was promised. She was tired, and these Heartless had pressed on her last nerve.
The Shadows began to gather, Neo-Shadows sparingly tossed about the open streets. But a few were summoned by the Hearts, but now they could see the Light. Though it was not the Light of the Keyblade, it was a powerful heart, on the last links of its chains.
“I say it’s time to push them back, because I’m not planning this to end here.” The warrior held out her blade, ready for the surrounding Heartless to act. “Fight or run, it’s up to you.” Light was not expecting the boy to fight, but sometimes running away was just as painful.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2014 10:14:08 GMT -5
Neku could feel the pins' power surging through him. The power circulating within was immense and refreshing. If Neku had had the power to move a muscle while charging up his pins, he would have most likely flinched from the booming sound Lightning had released whilst shouting. What had seemed like a threat only moments ago was miniscule now as Lightning literally disintegrated the Heartless where it stood. The only reaction possible was to stare in awe. The name Lightning was becoming more and more befitting in his eyes. When the dust settled, Lightning had donned a new look. One that included a gunblade of sorts and a shield. It was like nothing Neku had ever laid eyes on before. For the first time, in this encounter, Neku felt significantly inferior to Lightning. The surprises just don't stop coming In response to her first strike, the shadows had birthed four more enemies to do it's bidding. All with similar looks, they twitched about with glowing, yellow eyes, almost as if they were eager for violence. Two of the Heartless leaped from where they stood towards Neku and landed a few feet in front of him, while the remaining two made their way towards Lightning with a leap of their own.
This was the fight Neku needed. Expelling evil was all he knew and though the Heartless and Noise were immensely different, there intentions seemed to fall in the same place; to destroy anything in their path. With a combination of Fresh Line and Shiro, Neku dissipated and reappeared above the Heartless on the left. With a striking motion, he slashed down onto it, using Fresh Line. As the Heartless seemed to evaporate instantly, Neku glanced right beside himself and realized that this move had landed him within arms length of the second Heartless. The Heartless must have saw an opportunity because he attempted to attack Neku in the short moment but Neku had been prepared for a such an occurence. Using Shiro, Neku slashed forward in a swift motion and destroyed it with little to no effort. "I don't exactly plan on running." Neku didn't waste a second glancing over at Lightning, He knew she'd do away with the two remaining Heartless without a sweat. Donning his headphones with the volume turned halfway down so that he could still hear her voice, Neku grinned. What better way to understand a person than to fight with them, side by side?
409 | Neku Sakuraba, @lightning | notes: Let the games begin. (Cooldowns: Shiro, 3. Fresh Line, 4)
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Post by Deleted on Dec 23, 2014 16:15:24 GMT -5
DATA TAGS. @darts23~!
WORDS. 762
NOTES. *Used Blitz; A reaper by any other name, will be just as efficient. |
to the soldier, the civilian, the martyr, the victim.
THIS IS WAR
The Valkyrie did not move for several seconds as the spell erupted from her fingers, the chains of lightning tightening around the body of the Heartless and annihilating him with an unnecessarily large spell. Unfortunately for weaker enemies the Warrior of God hadn't any lesser skills in her current repertoire. Her motions were solid, unfettered by doubt. This was a true warrior, a devil perhaps, which had spent countless years upon the battlefield slaying beast and cutting down enemy after enemy. All she did was in response to instinct rather than feeling.
It was all she was standing between Neku, and the Heartless. She was an indomitable wall that conquered any challenge to pass through her spirit. Even with her heart locked away and her body but a tool used by God to reap the soils of the faithful, she would never turn from a challenge, wherever it would come from. Too many… maybe just one, depended on her to succeed. She would like to think she worked toward the better good whole pursuing her selfish goal, a means to comfort her uneasiness when it came to bowing toward the actions of a god who seemed no less arrogant than the Fal'Cie he made. The challenge was to not save everyone she could.
Feeling her armor for over her slender limbs, the black, body hugging. Clothing essential for fitting properly in her armor. Mobility was always Lightning's main concern, for her combat style was driven by her breakneck speed and overwhelmingly critical precision. She had to make every strike count in order to exert the least amount of energy while outputting maximum damage. Each twist of her body put energy into the next motion keeping timed a fully, fluid and seamless, infinite chain of motion.
Gripping tight her blade, she could feel the familiar song coursing through her digits, the leather doing little to shield her still tingling fingertips from Overture's haunting cry. The ring of metal cutting the air flowed through her chest. It was a song she had to partake in, the pair creating a duet. She turned her cold, blue eyes toward Neku. He had made his choice and acted out against his enemy. She could only hope he would not regret rescinding his chance at running away.
Even in the face of the facts presented, the woman was unmoved by Neku's willingness to fight. Normally she would praise such honest bravery, seeing his powers were not some fool's fantasy of strength. But strength had very many different definitions, she would recall. In the end, though, it mattered not the way one defined strength, but in the stead how they used it. Repelling these harbingers, these beasts that posed threat in all she did, would be mercilessly exterminated so that she may push away these frustrations that belonged not to the monster she had become.
She had no right to be angry. She had passed up at all presented chances to be merciful. She had even forfeited the lives of others, their very souls, so that she may succeed in her dirt and walk her path, her way. She only had the power in her heart to be an get with her choices and failures. This was her last chance, her last path; she felt it was the only direction she had.
Be a reaper of souls or fail. Little did she know: people like her came Reaper by the Dozen. She was not alone in her task and were she to fall, a dozen more were ready to take her place. World to world they were called by many names. Reapers, Grimms, l'Cie, Harbingers, Angels of Death, Collectors… But no matter the name: their duty was always the same: take life, so new life could begin.
Turning toward her next opponents Light would show no mercy. Pulling the Overture back she leaned forward, weight centered. He charged forward before she slid to a halt between the two, flailing Heartless. The momentum of her stop was not wasted for as she anchored the heel of her boot against the wooden surface of the dock she spun her agile form, drawing the Overture into an arch motion before turning the cutting edge left. The full motion drew Lightning into a circle, the silver blade singing a song of death. The speedy Blitz attack took out the pair of Heartless with the utmost ease. The leaping beats were torn asunder by Overture.
Lighting exhale a deep breath and turned to face Neku. Has he needed backup she would provided our, gladly.
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