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Post by thesable on Aug 24, 2012 21:32:42 GMT -5
The alleyway was dark, though not dark enough for his liking. An orange, dim bulb flickered in the distance, the light occasionally making his sullen face more visible. He was scrunched in the furthest corner of the alley, near some crates and a few other random materials, pressing himself as much against the wall as he physically could. Crimson eyes surveyed the exit of the alley, taking in the further light down that path and the traffic of people as they moved from place to place. Nero hadn't moved much since he'd awoken in the unfamiliar area, and to be quite honest, he wasn't sure if he wanted to.
The Sable was ... No, not frightened. Nothing scared him, other than the thought of losing Weiss. Anxious, perhaps. Curious, a little. He was extremely confused, coupled with the annoyance of having no idea of where he was. As others walked by, no one spared a second glance into the dark alleyway. Even if they had, it was unlikely that they would have seen him. He blended very well into the darkness, as he should. The glowing mako stripes on his uniform and his wings were too dim to be noticeable, considering how far back he’d managed to shove himself. Any random stranger may just think it was some sort of odd reflection.
Nero frowned, feeling like nothing more than a stray cat hiding from humans, waiting for them to disperse before he’d traverse into the streets. Typically, he’d shake his head, wonder why he was feeling that way, and go on about his business. But, something about this situation was too disturbing, even for him. How did he have a body again? How was he alive? Where was Weiss? More importantly, for the time being, where was he himself? The Tsviet continued to brood, undisturbed, in the back of his current hovel. Carefully, he lifted his naked hands and touched the mask on his face, fingers digging underneath of it just enough to feel the flesh hidden behind it. He could see the black tattoos on his arms, their circling patterns a reassuring reminder that he was in his body … That, at least, he hadn’t been put into someone or something else’s body.
Considering everything else that had been done to him and his fellow Deepground members, it’s not like it was impossible. Those damnable scientists could do anything. Almost anything, anyway. They didn’t quite succeed in controlling me, after all.
“…Hm?” He murmured into the darkness. Something felt ... Odd. Not wrong per se, but not right, either. The darkness in his body was usually a calm tide, thanks to the suit he'd been forced into, and it was something he temporarily had complete control over. However, when it responded to something, the change was subtle enough for him to notice. Nero glanced around, wondering what could possibly be pulling at the darkness in his body, what could change the resting tide to begin pulling so harshly. It didn't take long to find it. A curious little creature was hobbling on the ground near him. It was completely black, save for the glowing yellow eyes. Ever cautious, the metal wing on his back drew one of Nero's pistols, in case the strange creature decided to lunge at him. It seemed less interested in attacking, so far as he could tell, and more interested in watching him. It’s antennae twitched as it peered at him, and Nero tilted his head as he accepted the unspoken staring competition. They remained still in the alley for a few more moments, before the shadow managed to completely flatten itself to the ground and began moving its way out of the alley.
His curiosity piqued, the Sable silently stalked along the alley walls towards the edge, watching as the little shadow squirmed its way around amongst the crowd. It seemed that no one had noticed it just yet, as it had yet to come back above ground level. Was it looking for something? Or, was it simply a normal creature of this world? Nero wasn’t sure, and he wasn’t likely to find out anytime soon. He still attempted to keep himself in the shadows as he watched the creature from the alley entrance. Something told him that the shadow wasn’t something these people would enjoy. The darkness within him had stirred at its presence, but it wasn’t the same, by any means. Nothing had ever caused a reaction like that before.
“I will simply have to watch and wait.”
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Post by mickey on Aug 30, 2012 18:25:32 GMT -5
A king’s work was never done. And neither was his constant travels amongst the stars. He’d been amongst Traverse Town before, and it was good to see it returned to the realm of the awake after Sora and Riku’s valiant attempts. The place had grown bigger, or at least now people could access more, including the fourth district, the fountain plaza, and the gardens. He’d come here to maybe see them, but he’d also seen an odd and off-putting energy in the world. He couldn’t explain it, but something was wrong. Something new was making it’s presence known, or had just awaken from it’s sleep. Whatever it was, there was something wrong, and it could risk those on Traverse Town who still walked away from their worlds or visited the strange sanctuary world.
With having landed amongst the world, Mickey mouse walked it’s streets, a small bounce in his step. Hard not to have a bounce with the perky and perpetually happy attitude the king had. It was a pleasant sight to some, and an annoyance to others, but Mickey had learned to only live for himself and what he cared about, as well as protecting his friends. They were his power and his Defense in the worst times of need. Though, whatever Darkness he could sense was to be seemingly tackled without the help of his friends. He was a Keyblade Master though, and had to set an example for all to follow after all. But where was the Darkness from?
When Mickey glanced, he saw a shadow moving amongst the crowd. A shadow of a Heartless, seeped into the ground and sneaking around. Was that the threat? Was there a powerful heartless presence? Was it Xehanort? It was worrisome, so Mickey immediately ran in the direction it came from. With it soaked into the ground, he’d be unable to do anything to stop it. And most shadows were easily dealt with by even the weakest warriors. But When he reached the area where it came from, he found no rising Darkside or any other dark heartless. In fact, what he found was… well… he wasn’t sure. There was a man, clearly standing there, with a suit of glowing lines and a mask over half his face and mouth. What was so strange about this man? Well, the darkness coming from him. Yet there was something odd. The mouse tilted his thread and then bounced in place on his toes, watching the man.
But he had to be ready… just in case…
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Post by thesable on Sept 7, 2012 2:40:30 GMT -5
The crowd around the area near the alley had dispersed, leaving Nero alone to watch the curious creature. In the short amount of time the people of the town and the little shadow had existed in the same space, they’d managed to never notice it. The creature continued to seemingly crawl around under the surface of the street, moving about in small circles, never moving far enough from the alley for the Tsviet’s comfort. He began to wonder if it even had a purpose, or if it was just there to confuse him, maybe irritate him. It wasn’t doing anything useful, and he was quickly growing tired of watching it move around. The novelty had worn off.
Long, slender fingers wrapped around the handle of a single black pistol and drew it from its holster at his thigh. Crimson eyes continued to watch the little shadow as it moved about, but Nero had made his decision about the creature. It had served the only purpose he could reasonably deduce; it was there to annoy him. Or, perhaps, to trick him? He wasn’t sure how the little shadow monster was able to disturb the darkness within him, and without someone there to explain just what he was looking at, it was unlikely that the creature would provide him with the answer. And answers were something Nero was desperately thinking of searching for, as he had more questions burning in the back of his throat than he ever had before in his life.
The shadow finally lifted its body from the ground, eyeing one of the entrances to the area. It’s antennae twitched curiously, but as it moved forward it quickly vanished into smoke after a few loud, rapid gunshots. Nero stared where the shadow had been standing, satisfied that it was as easy to destroy as it had appeared. The darkness settled back to a subtle tide within him; the only obvious clues that he was even a vessel for it being the thin wisps of blackness that criss-crossed his person. Slowly, a thin hand slid the pistol back into its holster, now that a weapon was no longer needed. Unless more strange, dark creatures appeared, the Sable was comfortable using his own darkness to dispatch anything that dared trouble him.
Something wasn’t right, though. Still standing at the edge of the alley entrance, Nero gingerly grabbed onto the corner of the wall. The entire crowd hadn’t dispersed, it seemed. It was a presence he noticed. Typically, the Tsviet was the one doing the watching, not the one being watched, and for a moment he felt highly disturbed that someone had managed to sneak up on him. How disappointed Weiss would have been, if he’d been there to see. Nero quickly turned his emotionless gaze towards the presence, which was close by, but still a comfortable distance away from his perch at the edge of the alley.
Honestly, the Sable wasn’t sure how long he’d stared at this new … creature before him, before his mind kicked back into gear. What he was looking at was possibly one of the most unbelievable things he’d ever laid eyes on. A big, clothed mouse was standing there, watching him. Silently, in the back of his mind, Nero hoped that this was all a strange, hallucinogenic dream. It was the only way any of this could make any sense. While he may have been trapped in Deepground his entire life, he was very familiar with the monsters and creatures of Gaia, and none of them even remotely resembled this thing standing in front of him. Where had it come from? What did it want? It was somehow managing to not appear very threatening, and yet he still felt on guard.
Nero had to force his natural instinct away for a moment, as immediately swallowing up this creature into the darkness could deny him … what? Information, possibly? Could it even speak? The Sable continued to inwardly question his own motives and actions as he opened his mouth behind the mask to speak.
“May I … help, you?” the Tsviet asked quietly, attempting to chew off the bit of edge in his voice. It wasn't meant to be a simple inquiry, but a demand laced with a threat. While his tattooed arms were dangling uselessly at his sides, he was as ready for combat as he ever was, just as Deepground had taught him. He tilted his head curiously while he watched the mouse, waiting for it to speak.
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Post by mickey on Sept 16, 2012 13:03:30 GMT -5
The man seemed just as perplexed, if not more perplexed, than the King himself when looking at this man. What about him was so odd and offputting? Well, for one, there was the mask over his face. Why would anyone do that? To keep someone from talking? To prevent speech as a means of protection against the populace or the person? Did his mouth contain a weapon of sorts? There had certainly been stranger sights. Perhaps he had sharpened teeth and was a vampire of sorts. He certainly… looked the part. Then there was that odd blueish gray suit and glowing lines. It looked almost like a straight jacket. Was this man then a dangerous criminal perhaps, and that was why he was bound and gagged? But that didn’t explain his large metallic wings at all, or the guns on his side. Such brutal weapons of destruction, but so was any weapon in the right hands.
The guy actually spoke, and the voice came through the mask unhampered. Interesting, so if let him speak. Maybe it help back deeper power? Maybe it was the means by which he spoke? Or maybe still it was part of the bandage wraps around him as bandages indeed. He asked if he could help him, and the King once more bounced on his towes and tilted his head, a chuckle escaping. “Well no. I mean, I don’t need help right now, just was startled by… well by you being here. You look a little from out of town, friend.” the King said, speaking in his chipper as ever tone. He could only hope the man might not do something he regretted. There was something in the way that man had spoken after all. “You look a bit lost. Are you trying to find someone or something?”
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Post by rosso on Sept 21, 2012 23:59:05 GMT -5
Traverse Town, the sanctuary in-between world where those who are removed from their worlds by one reason or another end up. It was here that Rosso the Crimson, a Deepground Tsviet from Gaia's Midgar ended up some time earlier. She had been in Traverse Town for a couple days, unable to find a way to travel between worlds yet. She had been keeping a low profile as this small world was not worth dominating. She sat up on the roof of a building, looking down at her hand as a small mass of energy formed around her hand. The thoughts of what happened during her last moments in Midgar still infuriated her. How could she have lost to an inferior person like Vincent? She was a Tsviet, the best of the best. To be left in the situation she had been in to where she was rescued and given a second chance was a disgrace. It was unacceptable. She would have her revenge against Vincent, coming out victorious next time they would meet.
It was then that Rosso would feel a strong pull of darkness in the area. She knew this feeling all too well. She would look down and around to see where the feeling was coming from. There were some people around, but nothing out of the ordinary. Then she noticed a small odd creature, all black with yellow eyes. She had never seen anything like it before. Then she found who she was looking for. Nero the Sable; so he was in Traverse Town after all. She knew that the feeling she had sensed was him. What was he doing here though? Did he get here via the same manner as her? Maybe he knew how to get back to Midgar. She was not into seeking assistance from anyone, even the other Tsviets. But in this case she may not have a choice. It was then that she saw something that truly caught her eye.
There was a clothed, walking giant mouse. It seemed to be self aware and confronting Nero. What magic made mice grow and become more human-like? She could not just sit by and leave the matter alone any more. "Well well, what do we have here? Nero the Sable and an overgrown rodent. This is a sight to see. I didn't know Weiss's brother conversed with vermin. Hmmmm.....I wonder if it bleeds and dies like vermin too." She looked down at them sitting on the rooftop. She hadn't really killed anyone after the first day she was here. Spilling the blood of someone, even a walking talking rat, would help her agitated soul. To bathe in the blood of her victims after painting them crimson with their own blood set off her excitement like nothing else. Maybe today she could let some steam off before trying to get a way off this pathetic world from Nero.
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Post by thesable on Sept 23, 2012 5:43:29 GMT -5
Having grown up underground his entire life, meant to be nothing but a loyal experiment and Soldier, Nero could honestly tell anyone that he was naive. He took many things at face value, simply because he didn't understand them. It wasn't that he didn't want to understand them, to experience them, but simply that he didn't have time to learn about them. Talking animals were, apparently, one of those things. The Tsviet knew he shouldn't have been surprised when the mouse opened its maw to speak to him, yet he was entirely caught off guard by it. Though most of his innocent confusion was hidden by the mask and dark hair, his frightening eyes widened just a fraction as he watched in wonder. The mouse may have been an experiment of science, much like himself, or perhaps it was just a new creature of a new world. Either way, it had caught Nero's attention and interest enough to keep him grounded and from immediately taking such a creature into his darkness.
Well, if only for a few spare moments, anyway.
“You look a bit lost. Are you trying to find someone or something?”
The Sable immediately stiffened up at those words. His attentions that had been focused on the mouse immediately shifted to his previous confusion and pain. How had it guessed ... Was this a common problem? Did those who lost everything end up in this strange world? Many rushed, unanswerable questions swarmed about in his mind once more. Of course, this mouse creature had no idea where Weiss was, nor did he probably know where Midgar was. It was naught but a lucky guess that happened to strike Nero more than he'd like to admit. He had felt lost before in his life, but those times he'd been able to find something to ground himself to; anything familiar. This time, there was nothing familiar around, even the darkness was different, and he had no idea where Weiss was.
"I am," Nero answered quietly, not immediately willing to share anything else. He could continue on, he realized, but there was no point. He could explain further, but the mouse wouldn't be able to help him. If he was asked to divulge more information, then something may come to light. If not, he was fine keeping his aching heart and confusion under as many wraps as his body was.
The Tsviet opened his mouth to speak once more, but froze. He sensed something familiar nearby, closer than he'd realized ... A presence he hadn't felt in some time. The amount of murderous intent in the air was suddenly enough to choke on. How had he managed to miss that sensation? Crimson eyes scanned the horizon, the windows, the rooftops- there. Sitting on a rooftop much closer than he'd first imagined was one of his familiars; Rosso the Crimson. Seeing her came as a surprise, as Nero was quite sure she'd met her end at the hands of Vincent Valentine. She and Azul both had been stopped by Chaos's vessel, and he'd watched them meet their fates from the shadows. While that hadn't been part of the plan, he also hadn't been surprised. But, Rosso and Azul were both considered spare, albeit temporarily useful, parts.
Even though Rosso was some distance away, it didn't take much effort for Nero to listen in on her. Their advanced hearing, granted to them from their training to be Soldiers, came in handy for such situations. Surely, she knew him to be more aware than most? After all, the Sable typically took on the role of observer, rather than immediate fighter. Rosso's presence, however, did not fluster him. Nero was not afraid of Rosso, by any means of the word. He was confident he could destroy her in a matter of moments, as he could with anyone, besides Valentine, of course. She was just as prone to the darkness as any one else; and so, Nero did not worry over such things. He may not have stood over all of Deepground, save for Weiss, with large muscles or a body of steel, but his willingness and ability to destroy others in mere seconds by absorbing them in the shadows was more than enough for respect.
Nero took a quick glance at the mouse one last time before looking back to his fellow Tsviet on the rooftops. He took a few steps out into the street, so that they could both see each other more clearly. The metal wings on his back clinked as they minutely stretched, twisting only a bit as he tested how quickly they would be ready for combat once more. He wouldn't put it past Rosso the Crimson to attack him, if her mood was particularly foul, but he wasn't hoping for a fight. Not yet. He wanted information on how to get out of this strange place and find Weiss, first and foremost. They could bicker like children later, if that's what traveling with Rosso would cause. Nero preferred to act on his own, without others around unless they were part of a plan. The Sable held his arms out as he addressed Rosso from his point on the ground.
"Rosso the Crimson ... How ever did a dead Tsviet such as yourself end up here, hm?" Nero questioned the woman sitting above them, not bothering to hide his mocking. He knew that Rosso detested her loss to Vincent, as Rosso hated losing, even to the best, "Please, come make yourself well known. I'd like for you to share any information you may have concerning this place ... and anything you know of my brother." The Tsviet watched curiously to see how his fellow Deepground Soldier would respond, more interested in what she may have to offer rather than her well being. After all, the bloodlust in the air was so thick Nero could tell Rosso had been starved for kills ... and she'd probably be looking to change that as soon as possible.
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Post by mickey on Sept 28, 2012 13:00:34 GMT -5
There was many new and wondrous things in the worlds out there, but there was also many frightening and scary things too. Where there was light there was darkness. Where darkness, light. It was how the order of things had worked. Riku taught him that best, having seen the now Keyblade Master make the darkness a part of him. Then it had been something unconceivable. From what he knew, Eraqus, one of the two masters active when Mickey had undergone training, had a similar view to Yen Sid at the time that Darkness and light were at constant war and could not coexist. Yet going through Castle Oblivion, Mickey had seen the young boy grow so much in that time. Even more when he took the Mark of mastery alongside Sora, and somehow came out on top. An underdog story from the beginning.
When it came to this man before him though, the man who’s eyes opened wider in just the slightest degree while his face kept motionless behind the mask, Mickey did not know where he felt. Great darkness came off this man, he could tell. But ever since Riku, it meant Darkness didn’t mean Evil. Most sure, but some were different, and he had to give everyone a chance, right? When the man replied with such a simple statement as “I Am”, Mickey hadn’t even noticed the sudden lack of a population in the area. It was quiet, and the mouse hadn’t noticed. Yen Sid, his teacher, would have frowned upon him for not being so aware, which was why as he went to respond, only to hear the words of another above him and to the left, Mickey became caught off-guard. She had revealed the name of the man before him, Nero the Sable. Mickey had never heard such a name, but it was the other words that concerned him.
”Now that’s not very nice there!” Mickey said, eyes narrowing as he then heard the other, this Nero, speak more than he had before. This woman, Rosso the Crimson… did their names have to do with the colors on their armor? And Tsviets? Was this some sort of Organization to be worried of? Did color mean rank? And this Weiss… They both spoke of him as Nero’s brother, but what else about him? Nero at least seemed… less inclined to battle, meaning if it came down to it, Mickey would only have to deal with this Rosso, but he did not come prepared for this. A Battle he could handle, but he did not know the skill of these two. And the odds weren’t in his favor anyway. “It seems you two know each other. I don’t know anything about this Weiss, but hopefully you find him…” Mickey said, sliding his feet ever so carefully to begin backing away from the lley and these possible risks.
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Post by genesis on Sept 28, 2012 15:50:42 GMT -5
The search for Cloud Strife has hit a brick wall upon this world. Granted that the two warriors of Light, Squall 'Leon' Leonhart and his partner, Rinoa, both confirmed that had not seen the blonde-haired man on this world, it didn't hurt at the time to take one more look around in case the ex-SOLDIER 1st Class had arrived on this world. No, it didn't hurt in the slightest, but it was a waste of time. Cloud was definitely not here and there were many, many more worlds to go check. The odds of Cloud coming to this world after leaving to search for him else where were good enough to make this game of 'cat and mouse' last for eternity. And an eternity was not something the Crimson SOLDIER, Genesis Rhapsodos, didn't have to spare. There were ever greater dangers lurking in the shadows, stronger threats, powerful enemies and time was not a luxury anyone really had anymore.
A disappointed sigh escaped the lips of the auburn haired man as he glanced over his shoulder, gloves hands buried within the pockets of his long crimson coat. Brightly glowing blue eyes looked about the area behind him once last time as he was ready to turn about and make his way back out the main entrance of the town itself. Cloud was not here so there was no reason to stay here. He turned, a stone scraping against the floor under his boot as he did so, but only after taking one single step towards the exit did he stop as solid as a statue. His eyes blinked once before his mouth opened agape the smallest fraction. What on earth was that?! Leather creaked as the Quoter of LOVELESS shot a glance over his shoulder once more, his eyes narrowing as his brow tightened. Something had appeared on this world... and it was so familiar, it was frightening. But... why was it familiar? Whatever it was... whatever this 'feeling' was, it was too far away to get a proper identification.
The SOLDIER 1st Class turned about, keeping his hands within his coat pockets as he stood his ground for a couple more moments. Something else was happening now. A second 'aura' of sorts felt like it had come into contact with the first and now it was completely impossible to tell who was who or what was what. What was certain however, was the gut feeling the auburn-haired man started to feel. Trouble was brewing and as strange as it sounded, this world didn't feel like the target. The SOLDIER took off, walking briskly but not fast enough to cause the populace about the area to become concerned. Black feathers fell from the single, large wing tucked neatly behind his back. He could fly, but he could be spotted that way, so walking would have to suffice for now. Soft footsteps carried the young man through the First District, towards the Synthesis Shop ahead of him. Once he drew near, the SOLDIER flexed his knees, tugged his hands out his pockets and launched himself up onto the roof in a single bound. From up here, he jumped from rooftop to rooftop, making his way towards the strange sources he could feel.
It was only a short trip and by time he had arrived, a third, also familiar aura had shown up. Halting his movement beside a chimney pot, Genesis crouched down and laid his right arm down to rest upon one of his knees. His glowing blue eyes looked down upon three figures. Two were on the ground close to one another with the third up on a rooftop beyond the other two. Genesis' eyes widened a fraction as he recognized both the presences down on the ground. One was the Mouse King of Disney Castle, Mickey Mouse. A Keybarer if memory served. The other was Nero the Sable, a Tvsiet and the brother of Weiss the Immaculate. He knew this for he remembered the pair of them asking for 'G's' help against the Restrictors. The third was known, but judging from how her and Nero looked at once another and how her own 'aura' felt, it could be assumed she too was a Tsviet. Now, this was certainly an interesting situation to laid ones eyes upon. The Mouse King, though very subtly, was backing off. Was a fight going to break out? From how the scene was laid out, the battle would be between Nero and the Crimson Woman. For now, Genesis kept his ground and waited to see how the scene would play out. He'd jump down and assist the Mouse King if needs be.
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Post by rosso on Sept 30, 2012 23:27:17 GMT -5
Rosso was going to enjoy this moment as best she could. The mouse didn't look tough....but she would take precautions just in case. She looked down at Nero, her wicked smile fading a bit. How dare he refer to her as a dead Tsviet. It was a dent to her ego by making that comment. She remembered how she lost to Vincent in Midgar, and him mentioning that brought back the memories. "How dare you Nero...It takes much more than Vincent to kill Rosso the Crimson." She would stand and stretch, grabbing her unique weapon off her back. Two long, red blades would extend outwards, attached to a machine gun-like weapon. "As for Weiss....I have not heard from him since when we were in Midgar last.
Rosso would look at the overgrown mouse that was backing away. He apparently saw the threat and wanted to get out before things got bloody. Rosso would not let him get that far. "This is a small, pathetic planet known at Traverse Town. It's like a station where people moved off their world wind up. There are other worlds, but this is the first stop. Other than the giant doors that lead to the starry skies, haven't found a way out of this wretched town just yet. Now...to deal with the mouse." She would immediately vanish, reappearing behind the large mouse with her wicked grin. She would immediately come downward with a slash at the creature with her blade
Rosso wanted to cut, slice, slash, torture than then finally hang the creature from a lamp post. She really did have twisted mind, broken and warped to insanity from being born and raised in Deepground. It also didn't help that she had revenge on her mind for the embarrassing defeat at the hands of Vincent she suffered, and apparently was made known to the other Tsviets. She would start by making an example out of this talking creature. Then she would work with Nero to find a way off this planet. She needed to go somewhere else, preferably back to Gaia and Midgar. This place was far too small and it was irritating her. "Come now Mouse, let's see if you are more than vermin to be crushed beneath my feet." ---------------------------- Teleport Used
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Post by thesable on Oct 2, 2012 19:44:54 GMT -5
Crimson eyes turned back to the mouse as he began to nervously speak and slowly back out of the area. The Tsviet couldn’t blame him for his sudden departure. Any normal being would have left the area after one mere look at Nero himself, let alone after witnessing the intimidating aura of Rosso the Crimson. He gave the creature no further recognition other than the last glance, before he turned his attention back to his fellow, albeit psychotic, Tsviet. The talking mouse was free to leave, as far as he was concerned. It hadn’t had much purpose to begin with, and surely it wouldn’t be difficult to track the thing down again if Rosso didn’t have all the information he desired.
Nero observed The Crimson impassively, not at all affected by her obvious anger at his previous, mocking question. However, he hid well his own disappointment that she’d had no word from Weiss. The Sable’s heart ached for his Immaculate brother, but … He’d have to find the man on his own, it would seem. Though, if Rosso was summoned to this strange place, then perhaps the others were as well? Azul, possibly even Shelke? Though she’d survived their encounter, he was unsure of her eventual fate. Maybe they had returned like he himself had, or maybe they weren’t around at all. Lost to oblivion, as he and Rosso should have been.
Walking to the nearest wall, the Tsviet slid one of his pistols out from its holster and began to check it over while he listened to Rosso’s semi-helpful explanation of his current whereabouts. A station, where people who were taken from their worlds were deposited? He’d never heard of something so bizarre, yet he had a hard time questioning it. After all, Rosso’s reappearance confirmed to Nero that this wasn’t a dream. He had been reborn, birthed by the dark once more for some purpose. Well, in actuality, he cared not for any reason he may have been returned; he cared only to find Weiss and make sure that he was alright.
Tattooed hands gently checked over every inch of the sable pistol as Nero listened to Rosso’s threat to the mouse creature. He contained the need to roll his eyes at her, clearly annoyed at her mindlessly bloodthirsty nature. The curious rodent had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, just as many Soldiers had been before it. He didn’t expect such an innocent looking creature to put up much of a fight, so he instead busied himself with his weapons and thoughts until the Crimson was finished with her pointless bloodshed. Perhaps, once she was finished, they could make a plan to get off of this world and back to their own.
“Do try and be courteous of our time, Rosso. I’d prefer if you made your kill quickly so that we may leave this rock as soon as possible,” Nero coolly informed his fellow Tsivet, still giving little to no of his actual attention to her and keeping his focus on the weapon in his hands. He instantly recognized the sound of her teleportation, and continued to keep to himself while she attacked the mouse. He didn’t mind waiting, for now, but his patience was not be further tested lest he just absorb Rosso into his darkness and hope to chuck them out on another “world”.
Nero stopped fiddling with the pistol and held it still in his hand, staring at it. He couldn’t shake the feeling of a familiar presence nearby …
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Post by mickey on Oct 2, 2012 20:22:07 GMT -5
This was not the most of ideal situations. He was stuck in an alley, with two potential threats, one of which was, plain and simple, a pure psycho. If either of these threats decided to attack, the King would be at risk. He was small, and that often set others off when trying to attack, as they had to compensate for his shorter stature. What’s more, he wasn’t fast, but he was agile. His flips and movements were quick when he needed to be, years of training and honing with the key blade under the tutelage of Master Yen Sid teaching the mouse King how to be more than a King, but also a Master keybearer. Even still, Yen Sid had trained on hard thing into him from the beginning. When the odds were against you, seek to retreat. The fighter to lives to fight another day is the successful one, no matter how he lived. It was why, after the man identified as Nero had given the last of sidelong glances, and the woman speaking of how she would deal with Mickey, the mind of the pleasant chipper king had shut down, putting everything onto the backburner to focus on what would come now. In the briefest of seconds when the woman disappeared, Mickey had already reacted. A teleport technique, he’d seen it used before by many, and he knew how dangerous it could be. He also knew exactly where most tended to go when such a maneuver happened. Without even thinking, letting his honed and trained body focusing and doing the reactions for him, Mickey had already in one simple, single maneuver, swung his right arm back and summoned his key blade, careful to keep his elbow from being locked so that he might absorb the shock from the downward blow. Though he didn’t look strong or a threat, out of the Mouse King’s hands had appeared his signature Key, the golden color summoned in a flash of brilliant light and energy. Only after Mickey had blocked the Crimson’s blow did he turn his head to give the woman the most sidelong of glances, speaking slowly and deliberately to both of them now. “There will be no killing today…” Moving quick and letting his small body bounce for itself, Mickey performed a lightning quick forward roll, just out of range of Rosso but not close enough for Nero to strike. Nero had guns though from the looks of it, and those could prove dangerous at range if he joined in the fight. Focusing for now on Rosso the Crimson, Mickey pointed his key blade tip at Tross and then fired off a brilliant ball of energy, empowered by the energy of Holy. Leaping from his feet then, Mickey then leapt a height surely impossible for a mouse of his size, forward flipping over Rosso to land behind her as she was distracted by his Pearl attack, then moving to the more open area of the First District. If he could not escape, he could at least bring this battle to a more open arena.
Abilities Pearl - [2 Post CD]
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Post by genesis on Oct 5, 2012 20:14:57 GMT -5
There has been few stories that had made their way to the ears of the SOLDIER 1st Class known as Genesis Rhapsodos, about the Tsviets and their meaning for existing on Gaia. Their purpose, their goals... it was all unknown save for Weiss' and Nero's fight against the Restrictors. it could well be assumed that the Restrictors posed a threat to the whole of Deepground and the Tsviets, but Genesis didn't know and therefore, he didn't think anything else of it. What he had to think about though was what were about to happen regarding the scene before him. Weiss was a formidable person, boasting the power and speed of a SOLDIER. If all the Tsviets were like this, then only death was waiting in the future for the King of Disney Castle. It had been a long time since their last encounter, where Genesis had attacked the world of Timeless River, claiming it for the forces of Darkness in hopes of keeping the Balance of Light and Dark in check for both the Goddesses Minerva and Cosmos. Mickey and his wife Minnie had come to stop him, ignoring his words and warnings. It was understandable; the Cornerstone of Light held the greatest of importance and having it slip into Darkness was only going to cause disaster, one that Genesis had not thought about nor foreseen at the time of the Cornerstones corruption.
Whether the Mouse King remembered this or not, only time was going to tell. If he did, then hopefully he'd finally see what kind of person the Crimson SOLDIER was as he came in to aid His Majesty against the Tsviets. One could hope, anyway. Genesis swallowed and blinked his eyes slowly as he kept his crouched position beside the chimney and watched on expecting a fight to break out at any moment. Words were shared between the three figures down below, mostly between Rosso and Nero. The woman in crimson spoke about the planet being a 'station' for newcomers to these worlds. That was worrying that a Tsviet had such information. If they had plans on destroying this world or turning it at Darkness at least, it would threaten any new warriors, mages or travelers who came here after awaking from the Darkness. Attention was taken from the worlds and to the Mouse King in a mere instant. Seemed that this 'Rosso' wasn't one for conversation unless it was her weapon doing the speaking.
Speaking of which, the woman's choice of weapon was most unique. Two long crimson blades on either side of a mechanism that houses a gun of some kind. That was both melee and ranged combat covered, so was the gun in place due to a lack of magical knowledge or something? Who knew? Also, why crimson? The colour of her flowing cloak, hair and the blades of her weapon all matched his own. Beside Genesis' hair being auburn in colour, he also had the feeling that these two humanoid figures were... 'related' to him? It was a ridiculous thing to think of, but the inability to shake off the feeling was most disturbing. Though wasn't there a time in the past when Nero had called Genesis 'brother'? It wasn't important. The Mouse King was going to become Mouse Soup at this rate if nothing was done to assist him. Nero on the other hand didn't seem all too interested in the situation, though he was fiddling with one of his guns.
It was now that the unavoidable happened. Within the blink of an eye, the crimson female had moved behind the Mouse King and attacked. fast reflexes saved his hide as Mickey retaliated by blocking, casting a spell and jumping away. Nero still wasn't doing anything, so whether he was the 'leader' over Rosso and he had commanded her to attack, Genesis didn't know. What he did know however, was that the time for watching had ended. Pushing himself up to his feet, the leather sleeves of his coat creaking as it tightened about his back and shoulders, the Quoter of LOVELESS turned and disappeared from view as he walked down the slope of the roof away from the battle taking place on the ground below. Reaching the guttering, Genesis flexed his knees and cleared the street below by leaping across to the opposite roof. Striding across, he dropped down into the First District and glanced to his left in time to see the Mouse King burst through the doors away from the Tsviets.
"Mouse King." Genesis spoke aloud, hopefully with enough volume for Mickey to hear him. Walking forth, giving the Mouse a glare cold enough to freeze water, a flash of light escaped from the SOLDIER's right hand as he summoned his Rapier into his grip. The crimson colour of the Rapier flashing and reflecting the light softly. As he neared the Mouse King, whom appeared to had ran into this area to either escape or to provide a bigger fighting area, Genesis spoke once more. "I doubt you remember me, but you certainly seem to know how to pick your fights." He said softly, poetically as he turned and looked in the direction the Tsviets were no doubt going to come from. Flexed his grip upon the handle of his Rapier slightly, the single and large black wing on the SOLDIER's back flexed out to full span before tucking itself back in, as if it was moving to keep itself warm and flexible for the fight that was bound to come.
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Post by rosso on Oct 7, 2012 0:07:55 GMT -5
The Mouse was more skilled than Rosso thought. He was able to successfully dodge her strike. There were not many who could do such a thing. "Bravo little rat. You were able to dodge my strike. Maybe you will be some fun to play with after all." Rosso was going to get ready for her next strike, but the mouse decided to move first. He put out his key, a ball of light forming at it's tip. She figured it would be a straightforward attack. Something like this would not be able to hit her. A distraction maybe? The only way the Mouse would be able to get out of this situation is by jumping over her. They were in an alley with Rosso blocking the way to the more open area. As the ball of light was shot at her, she would simple jump to the side, landing with her feet on the wall and pushing off to land up on a roof. The mouse had already made his way out into the open area of the district.
"Well, you certainly know how to make an escape, but for how long can you dodge?" She would aim her weapon at the mouse so the gun barrel would be pointed at him. She would fire 5 rounds at him. She wondered if the mouse could dodge bullets too? She had been trained in Deepground to be deadly accurate. If the mouse could dodge again, then she would really be impressed. "Time to die little mouse. I will make sure to leave you where many can see once I slaughter you." She was feeling rather excited. She was getting tired of just killing people who could not put up any challenge. Rosso would look to Nero, who was messing with his guns. She did not expect him to give any aid, which was fine by her. She did not like other people interfering in her battles. To her, it was a stab to her ego...not being able to handle a battle on her own.
Rosso would look back, her excitement turning to anger. Her wicked grin would vanish as she would see someone enter the area she dd not want to see. Auburn hair, red coat, a rapier and one black wing. It was Genesis Rhapsodos. From what she knew, he was once a SOLDIER who went rogue. She also knew that it was his genes that were used to create her. When the Tsviets wanted to take down the Resistors, he refused to aid them. A disgrace as a SOLDIER...Why was he here now? He had no business interfering with her battle. She knew full well that while she despised him, he was a force to be reckoned with. SOLDIER 1st Class...someone Weiss himself sought help from to take on the Resistors. The mouse she could handle, but with Genesis it might get a little hairy.
"Genesis Rhapsodos...what an unlikely coincidence to bee seeing you here? I did not think I'd have the displeasure of seeing your face. This is a Tsviet's battle, and last I checked you did not want anything to do with us. So unless you are here to watch me stab, slice, and slaughter this weapon wielding rat; I suggest you go about your business." Genesis referred to the rodent at the Mouse King? So the vermin was of royal blood? All the better reason to spill it and let her body feel the ecstasy of being covered in it. Her thoughts went back to Genesis. She wanted to forget him, to have no connection to him... -------------- Teleport: Charge 1/2
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Post by thesable on Oct 11, 2012 16:03:57 GMT -5
Hearing the familiar clang of steel on steel, the Sable turned to watch the fight between Rosso and the warrior mouse. He tilted his head as he watched, carefully sliding the pistol back into its holster and out of the way. How curious. Not only was the mouse an abomination of nature, it could fight, it even had its own weapon. The weapon itself was interesting to note as well. It appeared to be a large, golden key or some sort. He had used it to block Rosso’s attack completely, and Nero continued to only watch curiously, making no moves as the oversized rodent continued to move around Rosso and escape the area. While fighting the mouse would have made the list of most interesting (and unbelievable) things Nero had ever done or dreamt up, he remained glued to his spot. Truly, he wasn’t interested in a fight just yet.
It wasn’t to say that he didn’t have his own natural instinct to wreak havoc and spill blood. All Deepground Soldiers were taught that death was always with you. You or the man next to you could die the next day. It all depended on who was stronger. Watching as the mouse shot a brilliantly bright ball of light at Rosso and made his escape from the alley, Nero knew that the Crimson would give hot pursuit. She couldn’t let the beast go, not now that the fight had begun. No, the warrior mouse would have to become a smear on the sidewalk before Rosso would be satisfied, before she would let her pride be tarnished once more. It could, at least, prove to be an interesting fight, if the mouse could continue to survive an onslaught of attacks from Rosso. The familiar, comforting sound of gunfire soon followed, and he knew that the Crimson Tsviet would make sure to end her rodent opponent, or die trying.
The Tsviet was more than willing to stay behind and let Rosso finish her battle, or be defeated, he didn’t really care; however, the itching of a familiar presence nearby wouldn’t leave him be. Nero frowned behind the metal mask, narrowing his crimson eyes and searching the nearby rooftops as Rosso made haste after the warrior mouse. There was nothing that he could openly see that would cause such a familiar feeling besides Rosso, though he was still disoriented from his reawakening. It was an uncomfortable feeling that crept up his spine and spread to the rest of his body, like a nasty virus. Whoever or whatever it was, Nero knew he wouldn’t enjoy. As a man usually too stoic to become extremely aggressive, he was surprised by the small, but sudden mix of anger and despair that began to brew in his chest.
The sound of ruffling feathers was all it took to gain Nero’s attention. He quickly caught sight of one large, black wing and a red coat, headed towards the open district. Adrenaline began to pump through his veins, and the Sable performed an action uncommon of himself as of late. He ran. The alley seemed much longer than it had been mere moments ago as Nero’s boots clacked against the hard ground and he made his way out of the alley. Crimson, cat-like eyes wide with disgusted surprise, Nero realized his instincts hadn’t been wrong.
There, standing before he and Rosso, was Genesis Rhapsodos.
The man meant to be their future brother, meant to be their savior. But why … Why was he here, of all places? The man had abandoned the Tsviets and their cause to slumber, and wait for whatever apparent time the Planet thought it would have need of him. It hadn’t mattered to Rhapsodos that there were young adults and teenagers, infused with his genes, suffering day by day, forced to slaughter and kill to survive, more likely to end their day at the heel of a Restrictor’s boot than anything remotely positive. Genesis had abandoned them to rot. He had turned a deaf ear to Weiss’s logic and Nero’s pleas, and left them to fight against the men who held the trigger to their untimely demise.
Yes, death was always with anyone who was a part of Deepground. But Rhapsodos, he had signed their execution slip.
Staring into Rhapsodos’ glowing eyes, Nero could only feel the torture once more. He felt the pain of being forced into the suit and mask, the heavy chains as they hoisted him onto a post to hide him away. He felt the suffocating pressure of every scream he’d ever let out while locked away, pleading for his Brother who, he was afraid, had shared a similar fate. A tool too useful to put down, but too dangerous to ever let free. The fury and despair that had been brewing inside of Nero began to bubble to the surface, and before he could think clearly to ask the Ex-1st Class any questions, he drew his pistols and glared at the man with narrowed eyes, both guns pointed at the man’s chest.
“Rosso,” the Sable hissed to the Crimson Tsviet nearby, keeping his attention focused on the red-headed man in front of him, “continue your fight with the Mouse King if you must, but …”. The metal wings on his back flexed outwards, and the claws at the tips clenched and prepared for pistols to form into their grasps. The wisps of darkness that criss-crossed his form became more prominent, as Genesis’s mere presence added fuel to his sudden anger, “G belongs to me.”
Nero increased the volume at which he spoke, addressing the man of his contempt, “I do believe you and I should … have a talk, G.” He didn’t bother to hide the anger and hurt in his voice. If it weren’t for the self-righteous man in red before him, Nero and Weiss wouldn’t have suffered for as long as they had. They could have been free sooner, they could have saved Weiss from the virus that aimed to claim his life, there were so many more positive outcomes if only Genesis Rhapsodos had not abandoned them.
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Post by mickey on Oct 21, 2012 19:21:19 GMT -5
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