Raid #27

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World of Balance/Ruin has been attacked by Neutral.

Neutral Group | Attacking:

Lord Zhuyu [Leader]
Illua
Cloud

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The Darkness or Light have five days to get a team together to counter this attack or the Neutral will have a claim on the world! Neutral, feel free to post here. Another post will be added when the Darkness or Light get a Raid Group, or if the Neutral has won the world! Keep an eye out!

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A Dark Group of Five has Countered the Attack!

Dark Group | Defending:

Titan [Leader]
Creed
Demona
Sephiroth
Shiro "Blackout" Utago

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Posting Order:  Lord Zhuyu, Titan, Creed, Illua, Demona, Sephiroth, Cloud, then Shiro "Blackout" Utago.

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If no winner has been decided by January 3rd, 2015, then a staff member will review and decide the winner!

Remember the Rules!! - [RULES HERE]

Let the Battle Begin!!

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(Okay, so OOC, I'm gonna go ahead and ask for some writer civility here. I obviously can't stop anyone, but I'd greatly appreciate if we could all get our first posts out of the way before launching attacks at one another. I got my team to agree to avoid launching attacks on their first posts, so, could the counter-raiders please not launch attacks on yours either? You have my sincerest thanks in advance if you choose to do so.)

Zhuyu Voghfau Byot

Age: Unknown (Approx. 25 to 30)

Male

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The heat of a desert was truly frightening. It could break anyone if tackled without caution. A simple journey across the sands of the desert surrounding Figaro could scorch and melt down to the bone on even a moderately warm day. The winds were few and far between, but even when they did blow, they were warm and dry, almost burning the skin as they sailed by. The vegetation of the desert was rare, and any signs of an oasis were almost non-existent. This place was a nightmare for the weak of body and the faint of heart.

A few fiends and bandits roamed the vast expanse of nearly endless sands, robbing and pillaging from the few who dared cross this place. Most notably visitors to the castle of Figaro, such as merchants and visiting nobility from time to time. The largest threat here by far was something not truly of this world. Hulking above any man, nearly any living thing, a black shade of despair overshadowed the sun for what seemed like a mile. This abomination, this 'Darkside,' lurched about the desert as if searching for something. It was massive enough to be seen from nearly every corner of the incredible desert, but most would dismiss it as a simple mirage. Ultimately it mattered little, as it's life was about to end quite abruptly.

Above, high in the sky, shone a star. Even in the day time, this star let off a bright crimson light that pierced the expanse of blue that was the midday sky. In fact, it seemed to be growing brighter and brighter... The gargantuan Heartless paid no attention to the star, almost as if it had no mind to call its own... Perhaps it didn't. As the star grew brighter, it grew ever closer. Closer, closer, and then yet more. It came faster and faster, as the sky itself began to shift in hue. It first turned a lighter shade of pink, then much like the star itself, became more and more crimson until it had almost turned the color of blood itself. As the star fell downward and pierced through the heavens above, it took the appearance of a meteor to the common eye---One enveloped in flames of an unmistakable red.

This meteor rained itself down upon the massive hulk of a Heartless, colliding directly with the shadowy, tendril-covered head of the creature and piercing it through. The meteor crashed into the desert sands, unleashing a torrent of hellfire that eviscerated the already doomed monster into nothing, and quickly enveloped much of the desert. The flames were so intense, so powerful, they glassed over the sand and turned it into a shiny black crater. The waves of it rolled over one another as it hardened, creating shapes almost like those of waves of the sea washing onto a shore. The area glassed over reached over 1500 feet in diameter and sinking down almost 300 at the center; a testament to how mighty this meteor was...

The meteor in question was no mere rock, however. As the flames subsided, or rather, were waved away with a single motion of an arm, a man was revealed from within that immense crater. Zhuyu, the mightiest l'Cie ever produced by the crystal of Suzaku, remained low to the ground after his collision. He had wiped away much of the ground below him in his landing, and yet his knee had been caught in the earth as he slammed it down. He recalled the frightened soldiers of Rubrum who witnessed a similar landing called it the 'meteor knee.' While the idea of such a name bewildered Zhuyu with its pointlessness, he had to admit that it was apt. The skies dulled in red after a short time, eventually settling on a burnt orange, as if the sun were about to set.

Any other person would have died long before even coming close to the ground, let alone colliding with it, but Zhuyu's body was far more powerful. He had sailed across the sky, defeated Eidolons as if they were infants, and even taken down the Queen Dragon, mightiest l'Cie of Soryu's crystal. He was for too strong to let such an impact even scratch him. Displaying his incredible physical strength, even with the full powers granted to him by the Suzaku crystal, Zhuyu heaved his knee free of the earth with ease and rose to his feet. The area continued to steam for quite some time, but the heat didn't affect Zhuyu one bit. As his blue eyes gazed above to the sun, his scar standing out more obviously in the light, he absently wondered why his Focus had sent him here.

When Zhuyu received the order to journey here, the fire of the crystal was strong, but stable. Despite how far away Zhuyu was from the crystal---Literally worlds away---he could feel it. It was sure of the decision it had made before. He could feel the crystal's fire had weakened to nothing but smoke and cinders now. It had grown doubtful of itself, much like it had during the early days of Rubrum's invasion. It caused Zhuyu distress, although one would never know by looking as his expressionless face. The silver pauldron over Zhuyu's left shoulder clinked as he drew his left arm inward, placing his thumb on the inseam of his pocket to hang his arm more comfortably. The gauntlet-covered hand had always felt comfortable in this position, and Zhuyu never understood why. His only theory on the reasoning for that stemmed from the idea that it must have been a habit from when he was entirely human.

Though the crystal was second-guessing itself now, Zhuyu had no choice but to wait here and see if it would call him back to it or not. The Vermillion Signal would need to be sent for Zhuyu to act in any capacity, so he figured he could at least make himself comfortable. With a dismissive sigh, Zhuyu stepped about 15 feet from the center of the crater where he landed, and lifted his right leg into the air steadily. In a downward axe kick, his foot collided with the black-sand substance, which had become like solid black rock at this point, and created a pillar about 3 yards tall by pressing the area down and another up. The material had cooled significantly by now, but was still quite warm to the touch. Zhuyu pulled his right foot from the ground, spun around, and casually leaned against the pillar he had created.

The rock was warm on his back, but not relaxing. Not to this l'Cie. Normally he felt a few little things here and there, his emotions had been drained by the crystal so much over the years that it had become hard to tell what he felt anymore. But when he was on a mission, what little he could feel simply...faded away. The only thing that mattered was the mission. The damage caused and the lives lost were not relevant so long as the crystal's will was made reality. Zhuyu's right hand absently shifted upward, leading itself to tap on the red jewel decoration the most inward edge of his shoulder pauldron. The flames...they are weak. Without will. What could you be thinking...Suzaku...? It was a gentle tapping, not specifically aimed at the jewel itself, but what lay beneath it. The l'Cie brand... His curse. Until the crystal reaffirmed itself and gave Zhuyu a mission, he would wait like a statue if need be.

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陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽

Can you see through the mist !?

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The desert.

Of all places to find himself. He replayed the situation in his head over and over. Of all the places they could have traveled, of all the places they could have overcome, it had to be the one place on this world that was covered in sand. Not that he minded the sand. Its consistency was a lot like snow so it was pretty easy for him to move around in. But this heat! The winter borne beast was not taken by the vile, body cooking heat. Skin was nice and all for keeping cool, but he was not prone to sweat like a human. His boiling belly expelled heat as any dragon: through his mouth. His size added to the irritation forced by the weather. There was more skin and more skin needed to be cooled off. He sighed, for what was the sixth time over since camping in this spot. A plume of smoke burped from his belly to cool down. His usually bouncy hair was flat and lifeless, only further proving his feelings for this place with physical expression. The mopey beast kept himself perched off the ground watching the lifeless scenery, but more so counting the hours until the sun set. While the Darkness provided by this world was filling, at the best, in the least he could have forwent this devastating scenario.

Where there was so little vegetation and all that laid ahead was a castle half buried in the sand, the dragon could only relish in the perch he had found. A tall pillar of jagged stone that was once part of a mountain since eroded by the desert winds and destruction wrought upon the world. Many of them dotted the lands, some small, some large. The one the titanic beast perched stood several miles high, the curling structure having plenty of room to slither across. he sat a few feet below of the very top, using the arcing of the structure as shade. The beast was perfectly perched on his tiptoes, backend rest upon his heels. Elbows sat rest upon his knees as his face sat in the palm of his gloved, left hand, smooshing his face, eloquently expressing his despair of their locale. He looked like a wilted lily, even his normally glimmering eyes, full of crass misgivings, were of sincere regret. Amber eyes watched as fiends came and went. The occasional bandit had proved a game for him, when he was cooler, but now watching them pass he was seriously tempt to use them as target practice on the castle walls. He sighed again to cool down, another exhale of white smoke spilling from between his parted lips. A new movement caught his eyes, truncating his next weary sigh. Much like the falling of a bird from the sky after its been clipped by an arrow, the object flew toward the earth. Cocking his head the dragon allowed his face to peel off his wet-sticky glove with a snap while his right hand moved down to slither between his legs and palm rest on the hot stone.

Like a hound that caught a scent the dragon held the revelation that something fun had found its way into the world. The opposition had arrived… He shifted his weight and twisted toward the body of the stone perch. Reaching up with his gloved hand he pulled himself up to the very top, the toes of his boots easily clipping into the edge of the rock. At the end of his rush to the top, his chest was heaving as excitement sent his heart into a tizzy. His jaws parted as the shooting star careened into the earth below. He clapped his hands together to make a wish. Closing his eyes and lowering his head his twisted heart prayed. The meteor slammed into the sands sending out a shockwave. He could feel the pillar of stone rumbling under his toes, stirring his body with a hum. He could feel the power from the entrance. His arms fell to his side, head raising into the air as he took in the scent that rode along the surf of sand. His hair was quickly risen to life and his clothing fluttered like a pirate’s flag, claiming precedence over the sea of sand. His eyes snapped open as he was filled with a renewed vigor. Running his left hand through his hair he glanced beside him where a figure weighed his shoulder down.

The smirking vision of his twin looked him in the eyes with his opposing claret gaze. ‘If you die, he’ll be sure to carry your corpse up the mountain.’ It was a promise from the other half of his soul.

The beast focused his vision on the creature of power. His lips pulled back in a feral grin. Usually human looking teeth took the shape of very sharp, shark-like fangs. Whoever it was, the beast knew he would not mind getting into close quarters combat with that one. Licking his lips he spun on his heel and slid down a portion of the stone perch, which provided shade in the sweltering sun. He really hoped it would go down soon. Nothing like a battle at night to really stir one’s instincts! before the fool tumbled off the stone his left hand would grip onto a protruding edge, gloved fingers digging into the eroded slate. His right arm dangled down while the soles of his boots pressed into the rock. That sly grin on his face would only indicate one of two things. He trapped another bandit in a ditch, or the real fun had arrived.

“He believes he has spotted someone quite unusual.” Of course if they were going to get into position, now was the time to do it. “Ladies first.” he would coolly tease.

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龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫
46 | Male | Dragon
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TAGS: @creed | NOTES: I spy with my little eye, something tasty...

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[/font] An exhausting sigh escaped through the parted lips of Creed. It had been less than half an hour in this damn world and already Creed was starting to feel the heat seep into her veins. Protecting her sight from the sun’s rays was nothing more than her black clawed hand. Her eyes would glare up towards the sun, masked by her hand, cursing the boiling star for its warmth. If only she decided not to wear black today, the heat may have been a little less intense for the dark saviour. None the less, she was here and in this god forsaken desert. But as to why, she was still yet to discover that for herself.[/div]

A pretty sight was not too far in walking distance. It may not be much, but seeing a large jiggered rock peaking from the golden sands was a sight for sore eyes. Dragging her feet through the grains of sand, Creed slowly made her way towards the dark grey pillar. Once arrived, she sighed the moment she walked towards the shaded area and slid down the surface of the rock, placing her bottom on the cool golden surface. This was what she wanted, shelter. It wasn’t much, but it would keep her alive until she discovered why the darkness sent her here. 

This world was not one the saviour knew of. Upon summoning her portal of darkness, she has no control where she ends up, unless it’s a place she knows of. Upon entering an unknown world is Gehenna’s way of telling her she is needed here. But why in a desert?! It didn’t make sense. There was no life here other than a few dying bandits and the odd Heartless scurrying around only to vanish into the shadows soon after appearing. There was nothing of interest here. The darkness had gotten it wrong this time, she was sure of it. After gathering some energy, Creed was willing to summon the Portal of Darkness and escape this endless golden sea and go back to normality. Somewhere she could end pathetic lives and feed herself on innocent souls...or was it the hearts she really stole?

Her purple eyes turned towards the area she last saw a shadow Heartless running around. She could end up as one of those beady eyed rats...or so she now believed. That red haired beast of a man had put thoughts into her mind. Unaware he was playing her a fool for his own satisfaction. In order to stop herself from turning into a Heartless, she needed to show no mercy and not become weakened by the darkness that she possessed. Anger started to boil within. The thought of becoming a useless fiend such as a shadow Heartless annoyed her. Despite it not being true in anyway, Creed knew none the wiser. 

All thoughts of transformation were scattered when the rock she laid against rattled. Even the gains of sands around her shook as though a tremor had erupted from beneath the golden blanket she sat upon. Creed pushed herself to her feet. Placing her black claws against the surface of the rock, she felt the stone vibrate until it eventually faded back to a lifeless rock. This was it...this is why she was here. Well, at least it was a clue as to why she was here. Without hesitation, Creed extracted the dark tendrils from the wounds in her back. They twisted into one another until two large wings formed. With a large flap of the dark swirling wings, Creed too to the air to get a better look. 

“Oh...why hello, stranger?” Creed smiled upon noticing a familiar red headed being not far from where she hovered. Rather than fly in his direction right away, she noticed someone else a little further from Fai. Lurking in the centre of a large blacked out crater was a silver haired man. This sight quickly perked the hot and tired saviour right up. Giggling like a school girl, Creed brushed through the hot air with a few flaps of her wings until she dropped alongside Fai. Sand kicked up around her feet as she landed, sinking herself into the soft grains only slightly. 

Rather than greet her formal rival, Creed paid no attention to the tall male as her sights were set on the silver haired male in the distance. Smirking, Creed placed a hand against her hip as she devoured the handsome sight with hungry eyes. “Ooooh, I do like.” A soft murmur slipped from between her curled lips. “I bet he is hot with all those clothes on. Don’tcha think, Fai?” Tilting her head back, Creed gave a devilish grin towards the tall male. Chuckling gently, she returned her gazed towards the silver haired man. “But if you insist ladies go first...I shall certainly have my fair share of him.” 

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take up your sword engrave into thy soul INTO THE WORLD DOES SHE CLIMB. PALE AND NIMBLE AS THE CICADAS CRY. LIVE AND HOLD WHAT IS DEAR. SOON ENOUGH, THEIR FLESH SHALL SEAR.

0000 WORDS Lord Zhuyu, Cloud TAGGED Entering the topic on Behemoth [10 HP] Dark Grimoire [0/4] ACTIONS

A world of ruin that was not unlike the 'sacred' grounds of the abyss.  Bar the absence of the mist, she wouldn't have hesitated to think any different of the surroundings.  Screams of the trampled, earth being rended beneath her Behemoth's foot, and a dead sky.  For the few moments that she had been in this pathetic world, Illua already had a disgusted taste for the land.  "Behemoth.  Leap forth towards that energy surge west of us." the woman said. Her fiendish Heartless let out a loud howl into the vast valley.  Preparing its large legs towards the area in mind, the creature kicked off with strength told through hunters horror tales.  As the wind rushed through her long, blue hair, Illua's unfazed expression betrayed her mental actions of determining just what was radiating the energy readings.  Within a dent in the earth held one blessed by the almighty ones, and surely the source of interest to the other two specks of energy.  Such power was unusual within a catalyst.  Not for the possibility of existence, but the fact that it did not dominate the person's prana circuits.  His energy was strangely at peace, yet readied for battle at a moment's notice.  This intrigued the former Khamja leader into wanting more information.  It wasn't everyday she got to see such a fine example of predatory energy that wasn't some sort of 'divine' entity. The Behemoth's large body crashed into the earth with a resounding smash, letting loose a vicious wave of dust that spreaded from its landing zone.  Portions of earth cracked into smaller crevices as the great creature took a few steps forward.  Its yellow eyes sighted potential prey and almost pounced at the opportunity to strike.  One pulse of Illua's killing intent was enough to keep the beast's wild instincts in-check, while she took the moment to look upon the situation from the top of Behemoth's head.  She had her arms crossed and kept any other movements strictly to her eyes that slowly went from left to right.  One look told her what she needed to know.  Illua's dark grimoire along her waste released a hateful purpleish hue for a moment, as the woman calmly continued to look down upon the situation.  The pair facing the one with great internal presence seemed to have some familiarity between one another.  As well as a sense of superiority.  What nerve!  They, who wallowed in the effects of personal desire, dared to show the impudence of claiming superiority with mere numbers?  Only a king of kings was entitled to such authority, and those without merely were mongrels feigning autonomy.  She would wait in silence however.  More energy presences were beginning to appear, and mayhaps this potential skirmish would evolve to a sort of battle worth her time?  Victory was not a necessity in her mind.  Not for something this menial. She merely needed information, and they will provide her with it.

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Regardless of the heat, the gargoyle named Demona was at peace. It didn’t look comfortable being forced to crouch and curl herself up just to sit on the mountain side, but she hadn’t complain as she mended with the shade. Her talons insured security as they dug into the rock. Her wings wrapped around her like an insulated blanket to block out the heat. She would’ve pulled her fiery hair up, but the gargoyle let it be to simply endure. She was too prideful to be undone by weather. The once untamed hair was flat and damp against her neck, shoulder, and back. Her tiara was pushed up her head to reveal a pair of horns jutting above her brow muscle.

She was at peace, because she had front rows seat to destruction. Heartless were lowly beast, but she would admit she liked their artistry. The Darkside was large as it was tall. It’s arms were thick and muscular with a purpose to burrow into the earth and to open the doors to the prize. It was taking sometime as it paced; it’s black tendrils moved ghostly in a fluid manner defying gravity and physics, while it stomped around searching on small curled up feet.

Peaking from her wings, she plotted. Was she fast enough to get to it first once it uncovered it? Demona was still getting herself familiar with hearts. The one to worlds surely must be obscenely powerful. It’s as if she was waiting for the heartless to do all the gruntwork for her.

Not far from her was the one who planned to come her, Titan. He wouldn’t be able to see her toothy smirk from the guard of her wings, “How long you’d think this world will last? It’s only a manner of time, and I don’t think I’ve seen one this big. I wonder how many worlds it harvested off of, and yet the humans thought gargoyles were so nightmarish.”

The sight of this would make them all soil their knickers. No, for her this was simply poetic and as enchanting as watching the sunset on a beach with a lover. She frowned at the last word; she could just hear his voice berating what has become of her. He’d understand when they had a world of their own. He would never have to be under ungrateful and traitorous servitude. It will be them against the world with all of those who will join in their clan. Glancing at Titan, she felt a chuckle jump in her chest. He was no Goliath, but he was of his own. He was lost, but he would surely grow out of it. Right now, she wondered if he regretted coming here; each second he was sweating more bullets.

“Don’t let the heat destroy the moment,” she teased him with a dark giggle. Her arms wove together on her knees to rest her chin on, “What do you think happen to worlds when they’re gone, or is that so obsolete it doesn’t matter? And what in the worlds is that.”

It was bright; it was moving; it changed the color of the sky, and it was foreboding.

“If this to be catastrophic, we should leave,” the last word dragged in disbelief as the buffoon ascended up the mountain like a gleeful child watching a fire dancers, “idiot!”

Her eyes flared red in agitation, but the tension in her muscle slackened once hearing a familiar ethereal moan, a call. Her shadow tinted darker as yellow narrowed eyes peered out of it. Her wyvern was ready to grasp hold of her and take her into the darkness. Black wisp formed around her in preparation. She hissed at her companion; another needed to keep watch on the fledgling to grab him before he dies. For a fight-hungry runt, he could be stupid.

Before it hit the earth, it strategically struck the Darkside like fate. Its black tendril hair shrank away like fire was eating away at it. It throbbed and wavered sporadically before fading. Its tainted heart drifted up, and blackness warped around it welcome it back to the gentle consoling arms of the dark realm. These creatures could be silenced, yet more always took their place. It makes one wonder if they ever truly left to begin with. Or do they simply lurk in waiting?

The collision happened surely after; it was quick, destructive, and didn’t reach them at all. Fire engulfed the impacted area. It was a nice touch; the desert was desolate enough. When the flames lacked fuel to run on, it was slowly dying down. As smoke wavered, Demona’s eyes narrowed at the spot the Heartless stood wondering how long would it be before it returned.

As the chaos cleared, a single man stood at the heart of. Her fangs bared; she’d rather stay a non-believer than to admit a human can harness that much, “he CAN’T be a TYPICAL HUMAN.”

She would have to obtain THAT for herself. She will force her sorcery to grow a tenfold to reach it. The gargate warrior could glare at him forever, but an odd sound was annoying her ears. It was odd and layered with an awkward swoosh and wavering. Was that flapping, wings? Who DARED enter her domain, the limitless sky? Looking up towards the ceiling of the arch, she knew Titan was up there somewhere. With a growl, she wasted no time to climb up after him. On her way, her long ears picked up the voice of a female; naturally she snorted, and she wasn’t impressed to see a silver hair tainted human.

“He believes he has spotted someone quite unusual. Ladies first,” she could hear his voice dipping in amusement.

Red eyes focused on Titan wondering where he acquired such company.

“I bet he is hot with all those clothes on. Don’tcha think, Fai?” Demona turned her head from watching them purposely missing the impish grin, “But if you insist ladies go first...I shall certainly have my fair share of him.”

“And who are you?” This so called lady she was going to have share space with. Demona was territorial by nature and have a history of disliking humans. This attitude was completely normal, but she was able to hold back tenacity from her voice. Honestly she could care less for introduction; she was never the greatest in making friends. By now, she was focused on the horizon tuning them out to hear.

“Do you hear that,” she asked, while finding the right words to describe it.

“It’s,” she paused for a moment before frowning, “fat.”

Right after she made that statement a howl finally reached them; it was faint by the time it came to the desert, but something huge have to have made it to travel this far. It was at great distance, but she wouldn’t bet that for long.

“What abomination dwells here?”

No one could ignore the elephantine charge. When it hooves met the desert, it stirred dust and debris with each step. As the beast drew closer, her sharp eyes were able to distinguish a small silhouette atop its head, a rider. The emblem on its chest was legible.

“Another heartless, how cute,” she commented sarcastically, “it have a rider. It seemed that heartless attracted a LOT of attention. I wonder if they both came for the same thing, the heart or to tarnish the party.”

Somewhere the heart was amongst them as they stood apart in a wide triangle: the man on the molten warped ground, the misfit trio on top of a mountain, and some woman on a purple bulky stead. Interesting.


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Soon in the hot and heated desert the sky began to darken and roar with
ferocity as at large sigil was being created high in the sky not to far
from Titans and Zhuyu. Slowly, a single feather had begun to fall to the
ground. In seconds it was only obliterated by a red pillar of energy shooting
down from the sigil.

Right as the pillar had hit the ground a gust of wind spiraled around kicking
up some sand in the area around the pillar. Once the energy had disappeared
a man with a very unusual sword is now standing there with full attention on
Titan, before shifting to Zhuyu. The darkness had been calling him to this
rugged wasteland.

There were others here too that had already beaten him here to the party.
However, Sephiroth didn't want to wait for the party to begin. It needed to
start now so he could finish the last part of his current journey. With a steady
hand he brought his left hand over to the handle of his legendary masamune. Sephiroth
could careless that they were in a hot gloomy desert. Even as an Ex. SOLDIER this is
nothing for him. Now time to start the fun...

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How ironic that he should managed to escape one desert and find himself in another. Agrabah had enough sand to last the Delivery Boy a lifetime and yet here he was in another sand covered world, stretching as far as the eye could see. Only this time, there appeared to be nothing in the way of a gigantic city with a palace that rivalled the size of the town alone. No, there was nothing here apart from sand dunes the size of mountains and sand... just loads and loads of sand. There weren't even any trees or any sign of an oasis, a nomad's camp... heck, even a group of bandits would be a welcome sight right about now. Fortunately though, the chocobo-haired youth had managed to arrive in this world with his treasured motorcycle, Fenrir. Usually the mechanical construct had to be left a fair distance away from any kind of population, especially if the world he found himself on lacked the technology which was used to create the motorcycle in the first place. There was little worry of having his vehicle be spotted by the civilians of a world that, as far as he knew was less technologically less advanced then The Planet was, could use the bike's parts and design to build possible weapons.

Little did Cloud know that parts of this world were perhaps as advanced as The Planet was in terms of technology, with the MagiTek Armour and all. Regardless, it was nice to be able to have a chance to ride Fenrir and to enjoy himself. There was no one else out here so the fake-SOLDIER was free to let the engine rip and allow the bike to reach as close to it's top speed as possible. The sand dunes and the sand itself wasn't helping much, thanks to a lack of grip and with sand getting into the engine, but Fenrir didn't appear to be having much trouble and so Cloud allowed a smile to spread across his lips as he felt the now cool air rushing through his hair and up the sleeves of his shirt, keeping him nice and cool. A pair of goggles were protecting his eyes from the sand as he sped up a sand dune, to which he flew off the top and unconsciously let out a shout of excitement as he plummeted back down to the desert below. Pushing down on the handles, Strife tipped the bike down and landed gently before speeding across the desert once more.
Reminds me of when I jumped from the ShinRa HQ Building after rescuing Aerith and Nanaki...

The smile spread across his lips faded after a few minutes as his glowing mako-infused eyes caught sight of what could only be described as a meteor rocketing down from the skies before smashing into the desert way off in the distance. Fenrir was brought to a skidding halt, sand being thrown up everywhere as Cloud waved a hand before his face, coughing a couple of times before feeling the entire desert shake from the impact of the meteor.
”..... That didn't look like Sephiroth's.”
Cloud said aloud as he scratched his spiky head for a second. Flicking a switch on Fenrir's dashboard, the weapon compartments on either side of the bike snapped open. Reaching into the right hand one, Cloud tugged out his weapon harness and slung it over his shoulders, fastening the buckle across his chest afterwards.
... Typical thatsomething would happen to ruin my mood...
The fake-SOLDIER complained in his thoughts before revving up Fenrir's engine and once more speeding off across the desert in the direction that the meteor fell.

Strangely though, the closer he started to get, the more he felt like something terrible was brewing. Like a tickle in the back of your mind or an ache in the pits of your stomach. Cloud usually always trusted his instincts and this time felt no different to all the others. A battle was on the horizon and it wasn't involving those who lived upon this world. No, a battle between the Light and the Darkness was going to break out and, judging from his past encounters with the Darkness, the young man wasn't feeling too confident this time. Regardless, his face showed no signs of worry or remorse as he continued to ride forth and within minutes he found himself pulling up alongside the large crater that the meteor... no... man had caused. A frown was etched across the SOLDIER's face as he observed the grey haired man in the middle of the crater, sitting on what appeared to be a makeshift stool or chair. He wasn't the only other one here though. No, there were five more and three of them the Delivery Boy recognized next to instantly.

First off there was Sephiroth, that was the easy one. What was he doing here? Had he followed him and got lost in the desert? No, that's impossible. Sephiroth always seemed to know where Cloud was so perhaps he lost interest when he too saw the mete--... man, come crashing down into the desert? Curious. Second there was the one who took the form of a dragon and wore a top that oddly looked a lot like Leon's jacket. He wasn't able to catch the monster's name from his last encounter with it. Nor did he catch the name of the blue skinned and winged creature that stood a few feet from the dragon. This creature had attacked him along with the dragon-boy back in the Dwarf Woodlands. This 'woman' was actually his target when he saw her take to the skies and summon Heartless from the safety of the air. If she was here along with the dragon-creature and they both had their eyes on the man-meteor, then it was safe to assume that creatures were not in an alliance with the grey-haired space rock man. Sephiroth was Sephiroth and he only took his own side. It would be unlike him to side up with anyone if a fight broke out here. Of course, Cloud knew that the silver-haired legend would target him before anyone else and Strife had to keep his guard up for that reason alone.

Two more made up the rest of the strangers. One was besides dragon-boy and the winged woman. She wore black clothing, albeit very little of it and had grey hair the same as the chap in the middle of the large hole. Those dazzling purple eyes though were a sight to see, but the fake-SOLDIER just frowned as she was clearly on the side of the other two monsters he had to battle a few weeks ago. She was an enemy then. Last but by no means least was a woman riding the head of a Behemoth Heartless. Cloud recognized this Heartless from the Games Phil used to hold at his Coliseum every now and then. They were powerful monsters and were tough to bring down. If whoever the rider was had managed to tame one, then she too must be powerful. If she summoned the creature though, and she did have a strong air of Darkness about her, then she could not be trusted and must have been on the side of the two monsters and the purple eyed girl.
Mind you, the blue-skinned one is looked at the Behemoth and it's rider with an air of uncertainty... perhaps they don't know each other and aren't in an alliance?
Strife thought as he looked back and forth between the group.

With a sigh escaping his lips, Cloud opened Fenrir's weapon compartments once more and started to pull out each of the six blades that made Fusion Sword. Sheathing both the side blades, both the back blades and the front blade into his harness, Cloud took hold of the Main Blade last and slung his leg up and over Fenrir's saddle, walking towards the crater and glancing down at the stranger in the middle. He didn't look like a threat, but if he truly was the 'meteor' and survived the impact that caused this crater, then he was far more powerful then anyone he had ever met before.
... Including him.
The Delivery Boy thought as he eyed Sephiroth carefully.

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The darkness enveloped the roaring navy eyes, body falling limp into the black riverine. Engulfing gray flames flickered as the unconscious figure floated its way down the stream of oblivion. Just as a sinking ship, the legs of the soldier submerged into the liquid, taking the rest of the man into the unknown.

Awake, Blackout.

As quick as fingers snapping, the eyelashes of the unit fluttered open to a shadowed corner. Peering downwards, the person noticed the rough bulky arms of a dark presence wrapped around his torso, entrapping the man within that position. Raven hair flicking upwards as he struggled, the captive’s eyes met those of a powerful source. Ansem.

My apologies, Blackout; I had to withdraw you… You were playing on the wrong side. You protected the very man that is terrorizing the universe, Sora; keyblader of light.”

Shiro couldn’t comprehend what was going on firstly. One minute, the soldier was defending a spikey brown haired kid from an assaulting heartless; next he was whisked away into the darkness. Where was the analyst? Surely, there had to be some clues on the intellect’s whereabouts, but Shiro analyzed the entire room; almost pitch black, nothing to use to escape if it were a hostile situation between Blackout and the one who lead the rogue. Apparently, the gravity manipulator had taken a vague objective and ruined it, thus he questioned; was anything his fault? Why would he be having a direct meeting with his leader otherwise? Perhaps investigating the situation further before striking would have been worthwhile. It just then, to him, made somewhat sense on why Blackout deserved whatever to come to him.

What a submissive man… Thoughts on why that was the case; why Blackout bowed down and listened to higher authority with such ease; ran through the man’s mind. Maybe it had to deal with his past? Who knew? Sadly, the intellect had no way to knowing it.

“Tell me, what do you care for in this universe?”

Shiro went with his gut response. ”The heartless.”

“Your actions speak otherwise, Blackout. Your heart… Your morality is distracting you from defending what matters.”

The navy eyes of the soldier watched as his master’s palm open, revealing a dark flame taking the shape of figures from his past. The thief… The huntress… The bird… All of them stood calmly together, looking lively with a slightly twitching idle position. Just then, his hand crushed the black fire into dust, the remains of the figures scattering into particles. The soldier’s facial structure remained calm, not letting the destruction of his past acquaintances bother him. The seeker of darkness scoffed at the lack of reaction. “Let’s try again…” A black flame rose from the ashes between the creases of the white gloves into another figure. A slender vixen, tentacles emerged from the back and laying at her side. The fire took the same fate as the others. Unintentionally, the eyes of the soldier widened at the sight, his shoulder jerking forward, trying to escape the grasp of the guardian with the intention to put a halt to it.

“Your heart isn’t as inaccessible as I thought… We are going to correct your ways, Blackout. What you are about to endure; your distractions, your heart has cost you peace; the same will happen to the woman that you care for if this happens again.”

”I do not-“

“Silence. Punish him.”

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Indents in the sand started to take place, static erupting from the particles in the atmosphere. The indents swirled in a circular fashion until with a great flash, a large void was in its place. Shot out was a figure, who landed gracefully on his feet. Combat boots emerged from the sand, trying to remain on top of the barren land. A golden helmet rotated, glowing eyes looking around for other individuals. Nobody was in the soldier’s sights. A bunch of debris it came off as, collapsed pillars sinking slowly into the sandy abyss. A theatric event caught the gravity manipulator’s attention, a gigantic meteor speeding towards the world from afar. Shiro had no need for direction on the mission, unlike the last; defend the heartless; no distractions. The man had undergone many sessions of physical “therapy” with his master, reminding Blackout what pain was; what it could do to the person whom he apparently cared about.

Ascending a large hill, once the man found his place at the very top of the hump of sand, Shiro discovered that he was not alone; many figures were in his presence from a distance. The meteor collided with a large darkside, identifying the man’s first target, but the analyst refused to take any action until other figures were identified. Scanning from a very far distance, the blue orbs beneath the mask recognized the blonde swordsman, the dragon, the blue assaulter from the sky, the one winged angel, and… Creed. Dismissing the thoughts that came to mind when she came into view, the man focused on the unknown figures. Firstly, the meteor turned out to be a gray haired man. Secondly, a woman rode a massive heartless from the opposite side of the dunes; allegiance unknown to Shiro. With the intellect’s mental picture painted, the man withdrew Valor and Pride from his holsters and combined them into one; a flash of light commenced, and as it withdrew, the large black sniper rifle was in the pistol’s place. (Approved by Sel, functions just like Valor and Pride for the move Clear Shot; will separate immediately after. Just a cosmetic difference.)

Scurrying to behind a pillar, the soldier placed the gun on a solid surface, peering into the scopes. The marksman adjusted the weapon so that its sight was on the gray haired figure. No action was going on at the moment, thus he wasn’t a moving target. For some reason, the target was tapping his shoulder. The intellect didn’t think too much into it, as Ansem was right; they were mere distractions. With that in mind, the man fired with precise accuracy three times, aiming towards the legs (thighs particularly); hoping to disable the “meteor” before he could move.

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Action 1: Came into the battle with Fear summoned. (10/10 HP)

Action 2: Entered way of the Soldier.

Action 3: Used Clear Shot on Zhuya, aiming for the legs; hoping to disable the target.


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Stance Change-: Blackout changes stances to be able to use different weapons for different strategies. [Cool down: None, the ability to change stances is passive, but requires an action to perform.]



Way of the Soldier Lvl1-: This stance requires the ability Stance Change. Blackout draws one of his signature given pistols, either “Pride” or “Valor”, and his knife, giving him the ability to perform close combat and to shoot at will. If one of his pistols are stolen, dropped, or lost, and he decides to draw another, it counts as one action. In the stance, Shiro is a tad rusty with close combat, but still remembers the skill well enough to defend himself. If knife is unusable, he just uses one pistol and just hand to hand combat.

Clear Shot Lvl1-: The ability requires the Way of the Soldier stance. Focusing on a target, Shiro can fire one of his pistols with what seems to be perfect accuracy, for three shots. With the memory that he has, the chance of hitting is 70%. [Cooldown: 1 post] Activating this ability counts as one action, both focusing and firing the pistol three times.

Fear- A heartless that stems from its source, a tattoo of a heartless insignia. It connects with its host (reading thoughts, communicating mentally with the host), being able to whisper to nearby heartless and is able to connect to other heartless of its type. There is no physical appearance until it becomes one with the user temporary, creating a physical helmet that protects the head. It also combines the voices of the user and the heartless itself; for Shiro’s case it is this. The summon only officially takes place when it becomes physical, as the tattoo can never die unless it is killed by another heartless. The HP only applies to Fear when he is physically summoned; and when his HP is zero, the physical form does not return for the entire thread and the only move usable would be the Whisper. Fear holds a higher position among heartless, therefore has a say to heartless that follow the command of Ansem. [HP: 10 Cooldown: 4 turns.]




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Zhuyu Voghfau Byot

Age: Unknown (Approx. 25 to 30)

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The dry wind swept across the surface around the crater, but could hardly make itself enter the gaping hole in the earth. As if it struggled to approach the l'Cie waiting within the depths of the glassed sand. The crater had already begun to fill in with drifting sand, some of which had even come down to meet Zhuyu's feet by this point. Even as the world began to fill up with what were effectively insects to Zhuyu, he did not budge. So long as they kept themselves at a distance, he had no reason to quarrel with them. After all, the crystal hadn't even given him the order to do battle at all yet.

As Zhuyu's finger continued to tap upon the surface of the gem covering his shoulder, something questionable took place. Three shots rang through the air from a moderate distance outside of his giant crater. While the man had no idea what was happening from his depth in the earth, somehow the shots managed to find him... Zhuyu's reactions, his bodily speed and power, and the strength of his magic, they were all great enough to evade the attacks with ease. But having no signal to act, Zhuyu elected not to. The three bullets pierced his thighs to about a quarter of an inch, causing Zhuyu to draw his breath inward lightly in reaction to the pain. It was a moderately powerful gun to pierce his flesh at all---But sadly, Zhuyu was more powerful than the bullets.

As the three shots fell from the l'Cie's flesh, the wounds began to bleed faintly, but it only lasted a few moments. Zhuyu's crimson red, fiery aura picked up, quickly lighting the entire crater in a ghostly glow, as the heat from his power cauterized the wounds on his leg with a grisly sizzle. The smell produced by the burning flesh was powerful and disgusting. For a few moments, it was so strong it even seeped into Zhuyu's mouth and caused him to taste it. But even that didn't cause a reaction in Zhuyu... His face remained as stone, and his body poised itself as casually against the rock as it had before, without so much as a single movement beyond his finger no longer tapping on the gem. Instead, it moved to mirror his left hand, which was still hanging carelessly from his pocket by the thumb.

After a few moments of peace and quiet, Zhuyu felt something tickle in the back of his mind. No, it was more of a scratch than a tickle... It was the Suzaku crystal. He felt the fire within the vermilion crystal strengthen its resolve, if only enough to issue a simple mission; Move. Zhuyu was quick to obey, and did not hesitate in his movements. He quickly kicked off from the pillar he leaned on, planted his feet firmly on the ground, and leapt with great power. So much power that the ground beneath him shattered and shook. The solidified sand crumbled and screamed as each piece of crude black glass broke again and again, until it all became rubble. The entire 1500 foot crater collapsed in on itself from the edges as Zhuyu leapt fast enough, and with enough force, that the sound barrier was shattered, and screamed as he rocketed toward the man who shot at him as nothing more than a red blur moving through the air.

As the mighty l'Cie landed, the ground once again burst into flames and the left the sand a charred mess. Due to his forward trajectory however, the sand didn't create a rounded hole. It shot forward, solidifying in separate chunks as it flew through the air like a hundred daggers, with enough force in the shockwave from his landing to obliterate any cover between him and the man who shot him. Zhuyu removed his hands from their places hanging at his pockets and brought them up to cross his arms over his chest.

"Hmph," Zhuyu huffed stoically. Normally, he'd give a bit more of a warning before exercising his abilities. It wasn't like he enjoyed doing the things he did---He didn't enjoy the Togoreth invasion. He took no joy in claiming those tens of thousands of lives in his clash with Nimbus. But the nature of man was foolish and hardy, filled with egotistical goals and the belief that with enough time, magic, or special rules or reasons, you could overcome anything. This l'Cie knew that was a lie. "I suggest you don't side against me. I am a l'Cie. Your life means nothing to me, but if it matters to you, stand down and leave." Zhuyu spoke without a hint of emotion in his tone. It simply sounded cold and uncaring, as his feelings were being stripped away from him more and more by the second.

Life was not an easy thing to deal with. Simply dying was easy. Staying alive, and living with what one has done, that was much more difficult. At least for humans. It was thoughts like that in which Zhuyu mused about why the crystal took your memories from you. Zhuyu liked to believe it was to make it easier to deal with the fact that you can never be who you once were. You forget those things, so you don't regret what your life has turned into.

Zhuyu's blue eyes turned toward the other people---Spying a man on a motorcycle, a woman on giant monster, two flying creatures, and a man with red hair. So many people. Too many people. If they all turned out to be enemies, the Orience l'Cie knew he'd simply end up destroying more of this world than he'd claim, even if he was ordered to do so. It was time to figure out who the enemies were. Zhuyu turned his back on the man in black without regard to his reaction or survival, and with a leap reminiscent of the one he had used to escape the crater moments ago, he charged for the person who seemed to be the most immediate threat---The woman atop the Heartless monster. As Zhuyu approached like a fiery red rocket, he forced himself to slow down, and rather than claiming the Behemoth's life, he landed atop the head carefully, to look the woman eye to eye. Or...close to that. Zhuyu was standing, she was sitting. Semantics.

"If you wish to survive, fight alongside me and keep out of my way. I will show no restraint." Zhuyu spoke without a negative tone. He didn't threaten the woman before him. No, he wasn't the type to do anything of the sort. Instead, he warned her the same as he did the commanders of the Rubrum military. If he were called to action, nothing was safe unless it was far away from him. Things were probably only going to get more messy from here on out...

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Even with Demona's verbal brushing of the heat, the beast could not help but allow the discontented feeling to fill his mood with aggravation. There were only so many times you could terrorize the same type of target and not grow bored. He was a beast that fed off energy so having the same, flavorless taste of the stale brand of darkness held within the creatures of this works, of course the beast would become annoyed. The boredom, coupled with the heat, had left him looking akin to a floppy, road killed lizard. He was quite envious of Demona's adaptability.

But then again it could have simply been her superior strength over him. And were that the case it only made that countless times more despairing! He may have come up with the suggestion of stamping this world as part of their territory, but he was beginning to feel his efforts to become more experienced threw him in another sandbox. He still has not forgotten his more regrettable encounter with the Knight of Light and Woman of Technology. The lesson learned took quite the fricasseeing of his hindquarters for him to take it to heart. He was not so burnt out by the loss than he was rueful of his failure to recognize danger. He was a bit more experienced in that respect now, but there was still much a road left untraveled.

When the shooting star began to plummet, filling him with the chill of dread, he could not help the combative spirit of his nature to spring up at the prospect of pure conflict. Even with Demona's glare burning the back of his neck he thought it best not to look back. He was still a hatchling in many respects, but he had a taste for powerful beings which bordered upon obsessive. Perhaps it was an addiction best curbed. When Creed appeared in the realm, his focus had parted from his prayer for but a moment, her familiar scent doing nothing to deter his want to play, in fact or only seemed to increase it fold. He was driven by a deep-seeded instinct to become the most powerful. Humans were the prey he knew would best increase his power. But was this creature human? Demona expressed her doubts and annoyances. At her question of Creed's presence he looked away and slid off the edge of stone in the most haphazard manner. A child fleeing his scolding. He would try and dismiss the Gargoyle's frustrations and provide reason to play instead.

Offering Creed to go on ahead only stirred the dragon's mischievous nature. The Unholy Savior's words touched against his temptations for greed, to covet. Whatever that man was, human or monster, his was a specimen of strength. Perhaps it was a bit stronger obsession than the dragon could excuse with his power hungry instincts. It seemed Demona would be annoyed with him either way.

He dangled from the stone. Even without wings of a tail to assist him he held place on the vertical wall like a goat. He shifted his weight so he swung his body to peer around the protective shade and apt on the present opportunities-- ah, opponents. The beast's brows flattened as if to consider his words toward his better.

"Fat?" A moment of vanity struck the Titanic beast as his hand came to brush over his exposed abs. "It seems a indomitable wall. Is it a Heartless? The strange ones?" To the dragon Emblem Heartless were still quite bizarre.

He swung himself back up and clutched to the edge of the perch like a gecko where the ladies stood. He stared off toward the monstrous Heartless. That was not something he would want to be caught under, that was for sure. The beast shifted his weight at the arrival of another. This fellow had an intimidating aura, a warrior’s pride. It was much like Demona’s in that sense. If that was the case he would likely be uninterested the game he and Creed had up their sleeve, but it would serve him no different. It would be quite fun to shove those do-gooders into a pit. A Sandworm’s belly would have come as an even better prison for them. Rolling his shoulders the beast felt his heart regain its frantic pace at the appearance of the silver-haired warrior. Humans made such lovely meat-shields, fighting amongst themselves for scraps. Judgement awaited them all and a good hunt waited for him.

The dragon’s amber eyes focused on the blade-wielding soldier. “Take your pick of prey, it seems they seek to halt any sort of progress to be made on these worlds.” Though his presence of progress may have stood at a different spectrum than others, nothing was gained if it was not fought for.

Suddenly several cracks rang through the desert airs which caught his ears. The dragon looked up as a smirk drew upon his features. “Hoo, it seems someone else has joined the game.” That was all it was to the dragon: a game.

Victor or not, so long as he had a chance to feast upon his enemy’s despair it would be a wondrous time. But keeping hold of this world was also a bonus (not one he was going to admit was a pleasant one). Shifting his weight he would march out toward the sands, right arm raising to guard his eyes from the sun. He could feel his teeth sharpen at the very taste of their existence. Pressing his boots onto the sand’s surface he would get a feel for the terrain. It would not be easy for most. The sands were as finicky as the snows. Some places were much too deep to tread, but the beast would not be without vantage. His size may have afforded him some trouble, but he was agile all the same. He would begin his approach, but a speck of red on the steamy, blurry horizon. It was not long before the beast would hasten his pace. First it was a light jog, the dunes failing to tempt his feet from sliding. His speed continued to pick up until he would finally drop to all fours and race across the dunes toward his prey. His belly began to fill with the Darkness he preyed upon. Oh this would be a delicious fight~!

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Charged toward the battlefield.

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龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫
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Or so she had thought...

Another voice spoke out, attracting the attention of Creed. A stone blue demon had appeared and asked the dark saviour of her name; in a rather rude manner, too. Her purple eyes looked over the wing demon – which was clearly a female judging from her body structure. After deciding if she was worth Creed’s attention, she gave a little scoff and turned her attention back towards the crater. “Cute wings, butterfly.” As much as she wouldn’t like to admit it, Creed was somewhat impressed over her devilish wings. Never the one to compliment, she would opt for a mild insult instead. Whoever she was, she had some connection with Fai. Having assumed she was not here to cause Creed trouble, she would play nice...for now. “Creed.” She eventually gave the winged woman a name she could address her by.

One by one, others started to show up. It all seemed a little too suspicious for the saviour as to why so many people would arrive in a desert wasteland. Were they also called here by the darkness, too? Creed squinted her eyes, noticing that the winged demon had pointed out something fat was coming – and she wasn’t wrong. A woman riding upon a purple beast of a heartless marched her way towards the crater on the opposite side. From out of the sky came another being, another silver haired man, but this one having much more hair in length; and an even longer sword than his hair. Creed glanced at his hold on the sword. Oh how she wouldn’t like to be on the other end of that piece of weaponry. Then came another male. Rather than riding a heartless like a horse, he made his scene on a motorcycle. “Oh, hello, pretty boy.” Creed grinned mischievously at the sight of the blond haired male.

It would seem all had come here for something. What that was were to be decided later. There was an intense atmosphere around the sheer vast desert between all the beings here. However, Creed couldn’t help but wonder if they knew why they were all here themselves. Was she the only one here who didn’t quite understand it? There had to be some reason why the darkness summoned her here. She found her eyes turning towards the three on the other side of the crater. Them. It had to be those three over there. There was something off about them. It was as though the darkness was warning the dark saviour that they were threatening her; her and the darkness she possessed. Were they light seekers? Were they here to try and take away the darkness which this world grasped?

Before she could try and work out any answers, there was a loud bang – a gunshot to be exact. Creed spotted the silver haired man reach for his leg, and soon after watched him dash off from the centre of the crater and towards the one who had supposedly shot him. “Blackout?!” her eyes widened at her dark moppy haired toy. What in Gehenna was he doing here? And why did he shoot?! Creed felt her hands curled up into a ball as she watched this silver haired man fly towards Blackout. Luckily for him, he didn’t need Creed to go over there and kick his ass. Words must have been said as no harm came towards her frustrating friend (If she would even call him that).

After the shot was taken, things start to move up a gear. Fai decided to take off and run towards the centre of the crater. The silver haired man went to share some words with the woman on the stunning beast. Now, it was Creed’s turn. Grinning her cheesier grin, Creed extended her dark swirling wings and kicked herself off from the top of the rock. Dashing through the air on a one horse open sleigh, Creed set her sights on the pretty boy. She wanted a name and his number...but for now, she’ll just go and have a closer look.

Upon her arrival towards the blond haired male on the bike, Creed slowed her flight and floated down so that the soles of her boots touched down on the handle bars of the black bike. With her wings stretched out behind her almost angelic like, Creed smiled down towards the pretty blue eyed boy. “Nice ride. It’s almost as hot as you.” Despite her best efforts to flirt with the blond haired male, Creed could sense something was not quite right with this one. He wasn’t quite like her, Fai, the winged woman or the long sword wielding man. It was as though he lacked the darkness within him. In fact, Creed was almost certain he could be here for the opposite reason as to why she was here. She felt a twinge of her smiling lips pull downwards, almost turning into a sneer before she forced herself to dismiss the unpleasant side of her. Smiling still, she would stay placed on his handle bars, with aide of her wings keeping her afloat. Until she knew the true reason why she was here, she saw no reason to fight...yet.

Action one: Flirting with Cloud <3

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Butterfly.

Did she just compare her to a mere frail insect who wings disintegrate by a simple touch. Her nose wrinkled at the cute remark before snorting. This butterfly from hell can easily knock her out of the sky and stain her face with the taste of dirt and blood.

“It’s Demona,” her tail swayed like an agitated cat, “and it’s natural for humans to admire what they lack, Greed.”

Yes, she can soon return those petals on her back to the fairy she greedily ripped from. No wonder why they sounded unordinary; they were false crafted by hope and magic. She would never be able to be toe to toe with the Lady of the Air.

“It’s getting overly crowded.” She doubted either of them was listening to her; she saved the words for herself in a low whisper, while analyzing the terrain. Her brow muscle arched hearing the tail end of Creed’s girlish fancies. The bird of prey managed to make out Cloud in fine detail. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

“I hope he’s ready for Round 2,” he should remember her well after she dominated him. Too bad this setting is more suitable to him. He looked marvelous crashing into trees with his blood staining the barks. She would love to throttle him against the sand and rocky impact zone of the meteor, but that would be utterly selfish and childish. How can she toy around with a man-child when any success or victory could tip out of their hands?

Demona loved challenges, but she was too prideful. Her lips could barely mouth the reality that the meteor was intimidating. Hopefully with all of the energy and vigor, he couldn’t perform it multiple times. That was shallowly living on a strand of a prayer. She needed to come up with something, and with the imbeciles with her, they didn’t give the ‘air’ of an organized group.

From this distance, the gun shots were loud to her long pointed ears. Hearing the name that went with them, Demona tried to reflect on the other at the forest. If he was the one in same, then he was summoned to be here. For a smart boy, he was signing his life away underestimating his target. After three shots he still stood and devoured his body in flames before pursuing. His aura was incorrigible; he didn’t even retaliate. Instead he simply spoke to him; her hearing wasn’t that sharp to catch it. Her eyes watched him jump from one person to another, the titanic heartless and its rider. Demona didn’t feel an imminent threat from her.

While everyone moved to charge in the fray, she merely sat on her perch watching. What did he say to put her off? No one would come charging in only to be an observer. She never liked the feeling of being watched under scrutiny. At home, men in power marveled at her be it by fear with the desire to destroy her or in awe to use her, own the symbol of fear, and cast it onto his enemies. Narrowing her eyes for a final moment, Demona vowed to remember her face. Something told her she would see her again.

Crouching down, she readied herself.

Butterfly my -

The wind whistled in her ears as she launched herself into the air; her hair waved wildly, but her wings didn’t open until she hit the climax. As the air currents kept her up, she scouted out Blackout before gliding down to him. She kept her ears sound for the other man. He was chaos, or at least what he possessed was. With the immense energy, he released during his descent; it was gambling to get too close. When she was close to him, she rocked her body to stand vertically to land in a trot before him.

“What in the seven depths of HELL were you THINKING? Your CHEAP shots are quite EFFECTIVE.” This was a typical greeting from her for associates; they were hardly friends, since they hardly spoke to each other the last time. “I’m assuming you’ve been called here again; frankly I don’t care. He’s in the way, and I doubt if anyone ELSE have the WITS to delegate to write him off.”

Titan appeared very excited, too excited. Her concern lied within the fray line between excitement and brashness. “I don’t know how much darkness it will take to call forth that titanic beast, but I want it back. If the fledgling Titan clashes against him, look out for him.”

It wasn’t a request with her tone; her eyes tinted red for a second. Since it’s their second time crossing, she assumed they wanted similar things. Crossing her by neglecting him where it counted would mark him for life. No matter what world they end up crossing again, his eyes will be her trophy. Still now wasn’t the time to craft new enemies and strife; she had to think.

How much darkness would it take to coax the Darkside back from the Black Realm, the void called Darkness? But why wait for it to return? She didn’t need it by any means; it would be marvelous to have one, but heartless were parasitic beings. She wasn’t going to put her heart on the line for the likes of something that could be struck down so effortlessly from behind.

“Why simply bring darkness to this world if I can bring this world to darkness?” Forget beckoning the darkness; let’s drop the world into it.

With a low grumble, an ethereal hum sang like whales in response to her. Bogs of darkness puffed at her sides as a flock of wyverns flew out. Their wings were loud. She snarled at them; their heads bobbed like parrot before shooting up in the sky with a foreboding circling.

“Tell me have you witnessed the END,” her wings opened wide before chuckling, “it’s one of the greatest calamities I’ve ever seen.”

With a high screech, she ascended into the air. The gargoyle didn’t dove down until she spotted her. A petty smirk crossed her face.

Typical.

As she drew closer to Greed and her busted doll, she slowed down by opening her wings wide; she beat them hard blowing the pair with Gust.

“Oh PARDON these BUTTERFLY WINGS. Get a move on Greed,” her head was held high before tilting aloofly, “there’s not much muscle under his kin. You’re better off putting your CHARMS to better use. He’s hardly the problem here.”

Seeing black at her peripheral, her head turned to see a fellow swordsman. "Even he could be more problematic", but the thought went sour when she saw his sword. The Demon of Night pondered if the length of his blade was compensation. Her eyes widened for a moment before looking back at Cloud’s Buster Sword. Her eyes rolled hardly impressed, “how pathetically poetic.”

Men and their obsessions with carrying oversized weaponized phallic.

The thought was enough to send her on her way to the indentation in the earth. She began circling it.

I know you’re here…

Demona summons Heartless Wyverns x 5 HP: 5

Demona uses Gust on Creed and Cloud on that pettiness. Gust: With a spin, she can deliver a gust of wind with a flap of her wings. [Magical]