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Raid #8
Nov 1, 2012 15:49:20 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2012 15:49:20 GMT -5
Mysterious Tower has been attacked by Darkness. Dark Group | Attacking: Altima [Leader] Hadria Vanitas Claire Lovelace ----- The Light or Neutral have five days to get a team together to counter this attack or the Dark will have a claim on the world! Dark, feel free to post here. Another post will be added when the Light or Neutral get a Raid Group, or if the Dark has won the world! Keep an eye out!
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Raid #8
Nov 1, 2012 17:46:40 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 1, 2012 17:46:40 GMT -5
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Evil tastes the tears of fear! tearing down your helpless fate
Theme: As We Fall Tagged: Vanitas, Claire, Altima, Hadria Comments:Let‘s do this thing.
He knew this place. He knew, because he knew it, and so did him. Those others, who were somehow a part of this odd keybearer. This knight of Chaos who fought alone, yet never was. His heart was tied to the hearts of others. Unwilling connected by an endless string that could not be cut. At first it was tethered to but one, his lighter, softer half. But then another came in, one who somehow touched his other half and connected his own string to it. A boy who’s image he had taken upon to look as, without even knowing. A Boy he had still yet to meet at this point in time. Vanitas, Warrior of Darkness and Chaos, forever tied to the Keybearer of the Wind, Ventus, and the Key to Everything, Sora. It was a sickening cruel joke and fate, and one the boy wished to sever in some way, some form. The easiest was to just find and kill Ventus again, as well as Killing Sora, but that was the difficulty. While Vanitas could sense the heart of Ventus, it was distant. And Sora… his heart was a Beacon, but only because Ventus was connected, and he could not get an exact pinpoint.
But even then, should the tether be broken, Vanitas knew what lay at the end of that frayed wire. He might survive for a day, a week, maybe a month if lucky, but he’d eventually perish. A heart could not exist out of pure darkness or pure light. It needed both halves to exist. Two sides to the same coin. But why could darkness not exist eternal, independent of light? Why could he not simply run around and be what darkness incarnate was? The personal knight and harbinger of death, Chaos, and Destruction? Was there some almighty force he would need to please? Some almighty force he would need to defeat? He would try, if it meant living without being tied to a weak string and a weak bouy. If it meant he could float in the ocean of darkness free as he wanted. If he could kill Ventus and live on, without facing a second death of that darkness, that nothingness, then he would be fine.
But so long as he sought out Sora and Ventus, he would not be able to. They took priority, and tracking them down so he could get a full beat on them was important. If luck would come upon his path… well, he’d kill lady luck and take her power, but beyond that? There was so much potential to be had if he could just see if they have survived fully and grown. Ventus’ heart seemed to exist alongside Sora, which meant they either fought together, or they were now one. And yet there was that third feel, like a third being was tugging upon the string of fate. Someone like Ventus, but lacking the crucial component of a heart… What was this person then?
But that was of little consequence. Most of the signatures returned here, coming to this one convient world. Staring before the double doors of the world and looking at the oddly shaped tower, it reminded him uniquely of Disney Town. A sister world? he thought, trying to recall if Xehanort had ever told him about worlds which held similar beings and creatures. But this small tower, existing on a grassy knoll that went up, tilting into the skye and held but a few windows… what significance did it have? It was barely a world unto itself as it was, with mystical pathways between giving color to the sky. Why did such a small world exist? And those mystical tracks of light that seemed to go off into the distance? This tower truly was mysterious.
“Too bad it’s about to be torn asunder.” The boy smirked, closing his eyes and lowering his head. His helmet was off, one of the rare moments it was, and he smirked. A tower with this much mystical energy? It hid something, and Vanitas WOULD find it. Truth, powerful magics… or maybe just a beacon to destroy so the light could once more fail to acquire a world. Either way, a win for him. |
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Post by altima on Nov 4, 2012 2:47:39 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;,bTable][style=margin-right: 5px; height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 200px; border-radius: 100px; overflow: auto; float: left; overflow: hidden; background-image: url(http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i231/Lunar_photos/Altima%20Gear/ICON2-1.jpg);][cs=2][/style] [style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]The High Seraph[/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #b3b3b3; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; color: #680000; padding-top: 3px;]De mortuis • nil nisi • bonum [/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIONS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]- Wings glow in preparation for Grand Cross! - Iron Maiden demons Tannis and Iselia have been summoned to battle via the Subjugation arte!
| [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]It was no mistake when a new dark presence was within an area seeping with the rays of timid hope that any keep empowered by the light held. Such a spectacle was like watching the futile stealth attempts of an ant upon a farmer's daughter's white summer dress. Admirable, but it did not prevent the inevitable discovery that led to a result of varying nature. Altima could not decide whether she wished to bring down the wrath of a scion upon this speck, or to give it mercy and humor its presence. She already had quite a turn of events with the last figment her mind had labeled as 'interesting.' It was now only a matter of whether her patience could partake in another session.
Hadria would not be too far away, not since her rather blatant display of loyalty and intimacy from earlier. Demons and heartless under her apparently had that in common, but it didn't make it any less irritating at times. She would address the matter later, as coming into view was a being that looked ever so similar to the keybearer back at the mongrel's castle. Her platinum hair still contrasting the red and white of the feathered mantle. Altima's feathers were a part of her wings, and glimmered brightly under the charge of prana. It may not have been put to use against this fellow, but mayhaps against the specks of light within the area. This WAS their territory...after all!
Come to think of it, Altima couldn't recall what happened to him? Last she checked, her spell had buried him under slabs of pewter and graphite. Her mind refused to believe that such a petty death could be bestowed for those warriors of light; who had a knack of escaping death's maws time and time again. This one however, did not emit the same aura as the others. Altima's red orbs began looking over the look-alike and calmly prosed various questions pertaining to the darkness that seethed around his tiny frame vehemously. It was actually, quite refreshing to find yet another appetizing dark soul in this world. [/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIVE EFFECTS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]Prep Time: Grand Cross- 0/1 Cooldowns:
| [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]"You would be satisfied with a mere tear? I never did quite understand the workings of the young and their petty grasps, despite being capable of more."
A strand became noticeable within her eyes. Personality related perhaps? Altima could not tell. Whatever it was though, the occurrence did not happen often enough. Such an opening simply begged to be exploited.
"It's as if they are content to be within another's shadow, like sheep to the flock." [/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]OTHERS[/style] [style= color: FFEAF2; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]Song- Childish Killer- Vocal Version | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Expressions are always the giveaway within a situation such as this. She did not know what he would give, but something about that little thread that she came across lead those words towards the surface. It was such a bad habit that required to be muzzled within, but Altima could not bear to do so. Sadism was never a crime except to those who could not socially accept it. Those people also were the ones who had their facial features buried underneath her freshly polished, crimson heel.
Altima came within comfortable talking distance, hovering above the ground with her magical force. She was naturally taller than this boy, but the slight elevation raise just added to the fire. Her arms crossed, the higher stature, and more physical actions to see just how the he would react. Placing those stakes in and seeing which one would cause the target to flinch. A mark of an experienced torturer of the mind was always shown by where they sought. Much like how this tower would soon be faced with, if its chivalrous saviors did not come soon. Two sets of laughter echoed into the area, as a pit of darkness spawn from the falling of heavenly light. This pool of seething darkness allowed two feminine figures to emerge in differing manners.
One, adorned in a one piece dress and parasoul, slowly emerged as if raised by a gust of hell's breath. She was petite, sported a green bobcut, and her amber eyes held nothing but adoration to the High-Seraph. It was very clear that she was a demi-human, with her horns visible and eyes slit like the beastkin. This one was Tannis, the Ebon Gap.
Her partner in crime, clawed her way out with her hands and seemingly, strands of wire. Unlike Tannis, this demon in disguise had no immediate features that would give her away. Dressed in a pink lolita dress, cutely done tan hair, and a big pink bow on top, she looked like the porcelain doll brought to life. This demon's innocent looking eyes held nothing but a soulless, murdering intent that rivaled the passion of betrayed wives. She gazed lovingly at Altima, taking to the right parallel to Tannis on the left of the lucavi. The demon was known as Iselia, the Twisted Thread.
Altima smirked. She could hear the rest of this gathering's members approaching. It was always far more interesting to deal with people who were not bound by the law's oppressive ways. You never settle for the jewel. The real prize is always the figments that give the jewel its worth. Altima would smirk devilishly at this, for she only needed to find out what this boy's jewel was.
Then, the real festival can begin! [/style] |
[style=font-size: 10px; font-family: georiga; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px;]MADE BY EMBLEM OF KHCMv4 [/style] -------------------- Demon's PicturesAbilities UsedSubjugation: [/u]- The summoning of those who follow or serve the Bloody Angel. Altima pictures who she wishes to call forth and they transcend the stars to appear at her side from a beacon of light. Altima can summon up to two non-Lucavi beings in one summoning. If a Lucavi is being summoned, only that being will come. Subjugation's cooldown starts after the summoned being enters the field. Each being, whether a fiend or a Lucavi, has a set amount of HP that determines their durability in battle. That HP is defined in the profiles through the "*" marks. Example: A demon with tier two durability (two **) is equivalent to a 2 HP heartless. It will take two hits in order to bring it down. Beings called by the Subjugation skill are called into battle to fight and serve as a shield. They do not fear the thoughts of injuries and death, as their morale is fueled by the guidance of the High-Seraph. As such, they do not naturally block or dodge attacks outside of skills that are defensive in nature. Lucavi have a time limit in addition to the durability, but generally are far superior in power and ability to any of the minor fiends Subjugation can request. They will have a post-limit to how long they remain out on the field, as every Lucavi is unique in its own right (max. 4 turns.) [Invocation]- Slow [Cooldown]: 10 posts (Starting after the creature(s) are summoned) Durability: *** - Ultima Demon: A loyal servant of Ultima. In addition to having stronger powers than the Archaeodaemon’s the other Lucavi can summon, these creatures hold the ability to alter their physical body to appear like another human. Ultima Demons share the immunity to Holy-element attacks with the Archaeodaemon.[/spoiler]
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Post by hadria on Nov 5, 2012 0:01:12 GMT -5
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[/i] she mused as she sensed another come into this world, another being of great darkness and that seemed somewhat… familiar to her. Not in the sense that she had sensed the aura before or had met the person but somehow it felt like this being was similar to her in some sense. It was a rather peculiar thing really, she had only felt that way with one other individual she had met on a planet she couldn’t care to remember. While she couldn’t remember his name, she did recall that he was extremely similar to her, if not the same type of being entirely. At least in composition anyway, if she couldn’t be bothered to even remember his name than surely he wasn’t that impressive as a person. On the other hand this being that had just showed up could be another intriguing event just waiting to happen so why not investigate? As if reading her thoughts, Altima moved to do just that, leaving the building and Hadria with a small smirk curved against her lips. Well until she followed behind shortly after, interested in finding out whom the man that had just shown up was and why he came. Stepping outside the tower, she soon spotted the figure and gave him a quick once over, seemingly sizing him up and making notice of his distinct appearance. If memory serves me correctly he looks like that one keybearer Sora that I’ve heard so much about from one too many stories,[/i] she mused, stepping toward the figure and already gripping her blade by the hilt, ready to fight if need be. Indeed, while she wasn’t in any particular mood to fight right now with Altima to entertain her, these people with auras like this kid often didn’t visit worlds to have tea and crumpets. More oft than not they were looking for a fight, plotting to “take over the world” or destroy it, both objectives equally droll. And if such a being were to interrupt her fun with Altima well the “Heartless” certainly wouldn’t take kindly to it and would strike him down. Yet he didn’t make a move quite yet but Altima certainly was, beginning to cast what seemed to be a rather lengthy spell. This didn’t escape Hadria’s notice nor the minions she summoned soon after, a small smile curved against her lips at the disposable slabs of meat. Indeed, if she recalled correctly that’s what Altima referred these types of servants to although Hadria believed the term “furniture” might be more apt. Yes, slabs of meat wouldn’t really dress up and looking back at her own dress she was beginning to wonder if perhaps she should get a new one herself. It was of little consequences though and after promptly slicing open her left hand, she would step in between the two as blood spilled from her hand. ”Greetings you two, I believe you’re Altima’s furniture are you not?” she asked in a hushed voice not waiting for an answer, ”Well you may or not already know but I’m a friend of hers so I do hope you take care of me, I would appreciate it greatly,” she added as she slipped her left hand against their chest one at a time. On both their chests a spiky ball of blood would appear, the spines gripping onto their skin as Hadria put one on herself as she waved her hand and blood about the area. She would then make her way back to Altima, presumably out of range of her attack as she had her back turned to Vanitas for a moment, her eyes only on Altima. Narrowing them slightly, she would let the curious smile on her lips remain for only a moment before speaking once more. ”I hope you don’t mind, I gave your furniture a little brooch to go with their rather pleasant attire,” she would whisper before turning back toward Vanitas, resting her blade along her shoulders, her eyes glued to him for the time being. She wasn’t sure how he’d react to this situation but either way she remained at the ready to attack with one of many possible traps depending on how he approached. After all, she couldn’t allow him to strike Altima if he tried, no the “Heartless” would protect her source of entertainment with all her “heart”. I wonder if anymore will show up to this party,[/i] Abilities [/b][/u] Cruentus Adficio (Bloody Drainer) [/b] - With this ability, when Hadria lands a successful blow that draws blood with her blade, she can suck the opponents blood into her blade. This works not only to fill up the skull orb in the hilt but to also weaken the opponent as they lose more and more stamina due to blood loss. Furthermore, Hadria can now have Overflow and can store above 100% up to a maximum of 200%. What this means is that whenever she ends up using what is currently stored in the orb, any extra blood gathered over that 100% will immediately be transferred to the orb. Light Damage - 25% Medium Damage – 33.33% Heavy Damage - 50% This ability is passive, has no cool down, and also applies to any damage Hadria takes herself (self-inflicted or not). [MODIFIED/UPGRADED VERSION] Self-Damage from cutting hand - 25% Cruentus Ciminatio (Bloody Charge)[/b] – Using any blood on the field or from an open wound on her own body, Hadria can create balls of blood that have spines sticking out of it. If thrown at an opponent and struck, the ball will stick to them (by painfully digging into their skin of course) and can be detonated remotely within the two posts (otherwise they detonate automatically). When detonated, the ball will burst and send shrapnel like needles of blood flying everywhere within an eight foot radius. These can also be stuck to walls or other objects in case Hadria wishes to lay a trap and detonated remotely all the same. The max amount Hadria can make at a time is three and the cool down is increased per charge she creates. 1 Post CD = 1 Charge 2 Post CD = 2 Charges 3 Post CD = 3 Charges 3 Charges Placed – 2 Turns available till forced detonation but can be remote detonated at any time.[/spoiler][/center] [/style][/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=style, height: 10px; opacity: 0.6;][style=font: normal 12px/9px lilyUPC; color: #B87C7C; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 320px; background-color: #730000; padding: 5px;]TURN: 1 Action Used TAGS: Hadria, Altima, Vanitas SONG: IA- PARANOIA OTHER: Hope you enjoy <3![/style][/td][/tr] [/table][/style][/center]
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Post by claire on Nov 5, 2012 3:29:06 GMT -5
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[atrb=border,0,true][classy=bg][classy=text]Claire was sitting up in a tree near the Mysterious Tower and was sharpening her chakrams. Why was she just hanging out in a tree? Because there was simply nothing else to do in this boring world. All that was here was a tower that, looking at the shape, must have been a nightmare to build. In fact Claire found it be rather ugly. So much so that she played around with the idea of just destroying it or at least doing some heavy damage to it. She figured any damage to the tower would definitely and improvement in the building's appearance. She had a few ideas on how to spruce up the tower but she was disturbed by some visitors.
The first she had met twice before, the first time was in the Keyblade Graveyard with that guy with that very long silver hair and even longer sword. The second time was during that tournament that Hothead put on. Anyway she wasn't expecting to see this guy again. Vanitas was his name if she remembered correctly. She wondered why he was here. Claire figured that she would find out soon enough. She wondered if he had taught that fool Hayden a lesson after he had beaten her in the tournament and hope he hurt that card using freak a lot. But whatever, that was in the past and it hardly mattered now. But if Claire ever did meet Hayden again she would slit his throat with his own cards.
It was then that Claire noticed someone else approaching and it was yet another familiar face. This one was a woman with platinum white hair and wore clothes that Claire would be able to recognize anywhere because of how unusual elegant they were. It was Altima. This was the woman that had challenged her to take on a group of ten men without her chakrams or her magic. Of course Claire was up to the challenge and killed all but one of the men who ran like a coward. At any rate Altima also helped her change her appearance by introducing her to Jafar. Claire had not seen Altima since and she was looking forward to talking to her once again. Altima had summoned to other beings. They looked like regular people and yet there was something off about them. There was a sense of power to them.
Claire was prevented from studying the summoned women any further when the door to the tower opened and revealed one more person she recognized. They had never conversed due to Claire being knocked out early but she had first seen this woman during the battle on Neverland. Claire watched as the other woman with red hair began talking to the other two. She then formed some kind of pendant looking things and put one on each of Altima’s summons and one on herself. She had no idea what they were but it was possible they gave some kind of beneficial effect to the ones they were equipped to.
These were all beings of darkness like Claire was and since they had not started tearing each other apart she decided that she would reveal herself so she jumped down out of the tree and made her way towards the others. [red]”Well well, what a nice little get together we have going on here. Vanitas. It’s a shame I couldn’t face you in that tournament a while back but I hope you did some damage to that card user.”[/red] Then Claire looked at Hadria. [red]”Hey Red, haven’t seen you since Neverland. You fought Hayden too right? I hope you kicked his ass too.”[/red] And last but not least Claire stepped over to Altima. [red]”Didn’t think I’d see you again so soon. You probably don’t recognize me since the last time you saw me black in the Land of Dragons but you might remember this.”[/red]
Claire pulled out the same butterfly knife she had used to slit all of the men’s throats she fought in that restaurant. [red]”So yeah, Jafar helped me out with that little problem I was having. Thanks for introducing us.[/red] Claire put the knife back on her hip. [red]”So what’s going on? Why are all of you here?[/red]
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2012 10:18:40 GMT -5
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Evil tastes the tears of fear! tearing down your helpless fate
Theme: As We Fall Tagged: Vanitas, Claire, Altima, Hadria Comments:The Enemy of my Enemy...
“You would be satisfied with a single tear?”
The voice was one he hadn't heard, and if it had said anything else, Vanitas might have considered it a threat. But those words, combined with that pure darkness so familiar to him, the darkness of death, Made Vanitas hold his action, offering only a slow gaze to his side so he may look upon his speaker, turning only in the slightest. She gave off off insatiable beauty, but more than most could see. For in that frail, tiny form of a young girl was the body of an old, wise, and powerful witch. One that held the powers of darkness in some of it's highest forms within her grasp. This was a woman that intrigued Vanitas, one that could be useful. Three more presences soon were made aware to him, hearts of darkness and a heartless within this world. Intriguing. Would they try and attack him because he seemed to be like Sora? Perhaps, but he would show he was not them.
“I have my reasons for tearing it apart,” he said, smirking letting a bit of his sharp white teeth peek through his pale lips. “For you see, this world has magic and power, and books. I seek answers, and this world might prove to have it where others failed.” He said, just as the Heartless and a familiar face appeared. Claire. Her presence was similar, but her looks were different. He remembered her black hair before. Now, she had hair red as blood. How did she do that, he wondered. Nothing wrong with that though. If she wished to change her appearance, then that was her perogative. And it seemed this Jafar was the reason for it.
It seemed he soon became surrounded, Vanitas only smirking at the uneven odds. He could fix this easily with some of his own friends, but he would not waste it on potential tools to use in his conquest. “You'll be happy to know, Claire, that I did indeed crush that boy Hayden. Left a few of his cards torn, and that was after he had chosen to give up to my superior skill.” he said, Offering Claire a look of promise that he had left that Gypsy broken and battered. “What's more, I tossed him in a world he would soon hate. There are those who Hunt Gypsies, after all.”
Vanitas would then turn back to Altima, addressing the woman who seemed more powerful than all. “You have a body young and youthful, but a mind as old as the darkness itself. Surely you must know how to sever a heart so only darkness remains, so that that pesky light which is forever tethered is forever destroyed?” |
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Nov 5, 2012 22:39:05 GMT -5
Post by altima on Nov 5, 2012 22:39:05 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;,bTable][style=margin-right: 5px; height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 200px; border-radius: 100px; overflow: auto; float: left; overflow: hidden; background-image: url(http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i231/Lunar_photos/Altima%20Gear/ICON2-1.jpg);][cs=2][/style] [style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]The High Seraph[/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #b3b3b3; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; color: #680000; padding-top: 3px;]De mortuis • nil nisi • bonum [/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIONS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]- Grand Cross is fired into the tower! - Casts Haste on Claire via incantations!
| [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Altima raised an eyebrow to the current circumstances. Irony, at its own pace, loved to mess around with all who bore some sort of fate within this world; regardless of the significance. The angel had begun to think that this particular time, those three who gazed onward, there was an underlying death sentence for this structure. Something that she had no problem playing a part of, given the response from this young-looking keybearer.
He was not the only one to garner attention in this set up. Hadria was quickly rising in the seraph's favor, for the heartless had a given gift to be able to synchronize without any verbal command. That penchant for initiative against the established pieces was something very few managed to act proactively at. Her ruby eyes couldn't help but flick side to side at the gift given by Hadria, which had a fairly strong pulse of magical power coursing through its circuits. It was an explosive technique, similar to the magic bombs Bangaa and Moogle artisans had learned to generate during Ivalice's technological era. She could remember the bantering between her brethren at that result, for many had waged the Nu Mou to be the ones to discover arcane bombs.
Nodding an approval, Altima gently petted Hadria's cheek as she passed. "Pleasure is something I do not derive from your move, but these particular two shall once the curtains raise." [/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIVE EFFECTS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]Cooldowns: - Grand Cross: 0/5 - Subjugation: 1/10
| [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]She would take a quick glance to Claire's entrance as well, shooting a devilish smirk at her new approval. Altima could never deny a woman's taste in the color red, and she had to say...it suited Claire. Much more refined, youthful, and seductive. A trait that would prove to be as every bit useful as Ms. Lovelace wanted it to be.
Clapping a bit after taking a levitating seated position in her spot, she responded, "You merely need to keep your mind open Claire. It is only then that trivial details begin to simply drip off your conscious, much like a rose fed by one's blood."
Her demons gave a small clap at the new look, which was more of a cue from their master. Altima simply rotated back to face Vanitas at this point, though she wasn't so conceited as to not admit a job well done when it was done. Rare of a time as it usually was. Much like those who pick out a solid year for a rare occasion, so did Altima in her vast knowledge of arcane knowledge. Whispering under the dialect of the gods era a meaning behind the compliment, the wisps of time flowing outward and into Claire's body. Pulsing like an adrenaline buff; that was the gift this compliment granted.
"I am rather compelled to complement on your befitting new attire, flesh and cloth alike. A project well executed Claire." [/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]OTHERS[/style] [style= color: FFEAF2; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]Song- Childish Killer- Vocal Version | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Time would be on their side. Strategy was on their side. Everything was on their side except the unpredictability of the light. Their new guest was aware of this little fact, otherwise why else would he come and do what he says he did? A darkness that was well met, but inexperienced. Misguided even! Altima felt appalled that such talent only was directed at an imprinted design placed by another!
"...one that did not even teach you the meaning of one's own pride!" the angel cursed, making her way towards the door and startling her subordinates.
They twitched at the sudden pulse of malice mixed with their general's arcane might, noticing the creation of five pale orbs in a star formation. These orbs hovered and spiraled, following their summoner as she blasted the doorways open with a second magical pulse. Altima had her hand forth as the great gates of the Mysterious Tower was shoved aside from her presence. This display of power was spectacular, but also meant to show just how important it was to maintain one's own hold upon the tides.
She feared no one. That is why the barrier that sealed this door cracked under her might.
She had a clear goal. For that guided and fueled her ambitions.
She did not hesitate And that would forever smite her enemies in every encounter after.
Altima still had her back turned to Vanitas, but did not deny him a response to the question. Despite the apparently 'foul' mood, her voice was serene and graceful,
"A pup will always bite back at the murderer to its brethren, no different to a moth and its flame. Why deny what is reality, and waste your efforts in vain for a truth that another has imposed upon your soul? You know this as well as I do darkspawn...that the enemy here is not this tower nor its denizens."
Altima's orbs spiraled furiously, and then shot out into the grand staircase upward. She conjured her magic to seal the doors, and allowed the magical spell to ricochet repeatedly inside; altering its normally steadfast course and release its toxin within the sealed funnel. Crowd control at its core, though certain plays required a slight preparation in order to savor the result more. So the angel turned about and faced her foe, smirking like a keeper who held the pieces to the puzzle.
"It is your own fear of branching out to grasp the truth for yourself. Seeking to seize on the whole moment no?" she teased, mockingly grasping her head as if stricken by a migrane and shook it comically. Her servants thought their master had gone insane for a moment, at least until the devilish woman looked up through her messed up hair like a stalking predator.
"When will you stop whining for somebody to let you out from this dark inner world...? Something I feel, the answer already lies in your hand...fearmonger." [/style] |
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Raid #8
Nov 6, 2012 15:30:17 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2012 15:30:17 GMT -5
A Light Group of Four has Countered the Attack! Light Group | Defending:
Sora
[/size] [ Leader] Genesis Rhapsodos[/size] Rapunzel Night[/blockquote] ---- Posting Order:, Sora[/size], Hadria, Genesis Rhapsodos[/size], Vanitas, Rapunzel, Altima, Night then Claire Lovelace. .---- If no winner has been decided by December 6th, then a staff member will review and decide the winner! Remember the Rules!! - [ RULES HERE] Let the Battle Begin!!
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Raid #8
Nov 7, 2012 17:15:51 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2012 17:15:51 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480px,true][atrb=cellpadding,3px,true][atrb=cellspacing,3px,true][bg=939d8f] That I could never be held, back up, no, I'll hold myself. Check the rep, yep you know my rail, forget the rest let them know my hell
Needless to say, what was the point in all this bloodshed? Entertainment in the form of chaos, and while there was less concern about hands being ever washed clean, was life itself not worth living enough on it's own? The afternoon sky was tinting from blue to orange that day, a leftover effect from the eternal sunset of the nearby world of Twilight Town, as this one truth for the upcoming conflict was ultimately contemplated. The sun was beginning to set on this small world tucked between the folds of the realms, and the afternoon breeze however seemed to howl from a southwesterly direction as if in anticipation for sweeping across the soon tormented battlefield. Nether the less the conflict had not yet begun, for it all started with an opposing side to meet one unstoppable force, and the immovable objects that would be the world's shield had not yet arrived.
For before there was re-introductions, before there was questioning of the bonds between, before even senseless and mindless destruction both of impossible and deceitful power, there was a quiet and un-distilled peace. Everyone knew this drill... people went about their normal day, a mother and son shopping in the market, a postman putting simple letters in a mailbox. People were amused by their own contentment of the way things were, a co-existence of a civilized society. But no, for some the life of being at an inner peace with one's self was too mundane and not enough. In order to find some sense of enjoyment, those on the next world over had resorted to not only stirring up their own trouble, which would have been fine if it had been contained, but the selfish and reckless desire of drawing others that did not wish that lifestyle into the senseless conflict.
And what of the thrill of meeting the enemy in combat, to defend one's home town, to stand dominant and victorious over one's enemy? Sure, there was excitement in that, but only if one could protect that they loved. What mattered. Be it home, be it family, be it friends and loved ones. But beyond that, there was no logic in gaining power for the sake of power, to build strength upon one ideal over all others meant a shallow and isolated life. drawing blood only drew others upon you that would also seek to draw that blood, in ever lasting numbers, until the day that life's blood was seeped and wrought dry. From the neighboring world of Twlight Town, there was a boy who entered who thought very differently from such a life of mindless violence, with a heart as bright and colorful as the very clothing he wore. A bounce of spiky brunette hair wavered in his step as he climbed the stairs fully into the Station Plaza, azure eyes having swept the town clean of any danger towards the villagers that were satisfied with such a tranquil existence. This boy was Sora, and while he was still on his own journey of meaningful self-discovery, it did not meant that he could not check on his friends and their worlds from time to time. Especially now of all times, for from his Gummi Ship up in Deep Space even he could see the dark clouds that had descended and hovered above this hushed world.
But even in a face of certain adversity, the young man still wore a optimistic yet humble smile on his face as he crossed onto the platform. There the mysterious 'ghost train' that was rumored to the town as nothing but mere stories lay waiting, real as the light of day of the eternally setting sun peaking through the windows upon his face. There were perhaps other passengers milling about the platform, some perhaps even waiting for that very same train that would only appear to a select chosen few, some of which had already been to the destination on the other end of the line they were already aware of the existence of. Whether they were with Sora as comrades and friends or not, Sora still smiled to them, and boarded the train as the passenger door opened. He had told his friends some time ago from that very final destination at the end of the tracks that he was going on a journey - perhaps now was the time to return, at least so he could see they were all well with his own eyes.
The door slid closed, and the small one-carriage train pulled out of the station, and in the blink of an eye as it's namesake was it had disappeared from the station. It hurried towards the lone world on a track suspended by absolutely nothing; as if alluding to the magical nature of the location that awaited Sora. He looked out the window, seeing the tower draw closer upon the horizon, the feeling he was coming home again only acknowledged by the fact that friends would be there waiting for him. Suddenly, there was a lurch of the train as the entire body shook, Sora putting a hand down on the softness of cushioned seat and the firmness of the wall beneath the window to support his balance in the immediate turbulence. Had the train hit something? He pushed himself to look out the window, and saw as the train pulled to a stop on the opposite end of the short island outside Yen Sid's turret, a discharge of magic sourced from a small group that had gathered at it's door.
What was going on?
The disruption shook the spiky-haired boy out of his comforted state of mind, and back into the full reality of the situation and the memory of the dark shroud pooling around the world. So the catalyst of the world sinking into darkness was here, and the group was a battle? Sora stepped out of the train carriage to get a better view than the one he could discern through reinforced glass, spotting several people that looked especially unfriendly. There was two red-headed girls, neither of them with a alluring and gentle smile like Kairi had, one wearing contrasting clothes of black and white, and the other with a neck choker and a long stream-lined dress. There were two other women in odd clothes, one with green hair, horns and slit eyes, and another in a pink dress and tan hair but with a stare that Sora got the feeling she wasn't all quite there. And then... amongst the gathering of women, floating in the air before someone, was the white-haired woman in red with wings. The same one Sora remembered in a flashback to Beast's Castle, that had attacked Beast and he had helped fend off from his friend.
"You! You're the one that attacked Beast's Castle!" he yelled, and if all eyes weren't on him from his arrival on the ghost train, they should most certainly be now. If anyone were with him on the train and had stepped out with him at that moment, many could have most certainly called him stupid for calling attention to himself to become outnumbered by the enemy, but none could say that he was a coward. With a wave of his hand as he crouched into his trademark battle position, crouching down slightly on bent knees with his legs stretched apart, the magnificent flash of the Kingdom Key emblazoned into both his hands in a two-handed hold. But as the group parted to lock-on attention to the first 'hero' that arrived on the scene, the furrowed brow and frustrated look he gave to most people he identified having no good qualities and thus were the villains in his mind softened, slightly, into a look of perplexity as he studied the face of the only male there clad in red and black body armor not unlike that of Riku's when he had been possessed by Ansem. But his face told a entirely different story altogether, and Sora had to take a brief moment that felt like forever to him to process the ebony-haired and amber-eyed mirror-like image.
"Who... who are you?"
TAG Altima, Hadria, Genesis, Vanitas Rapunzel, Night, Claire SONG LYRICS Lost in the Echo by Linkin Park |
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Raid #8
Nov 8, 2012 12:54:52 GMT -5
Post by hadria on Nov 8, 2012 12:54:52 GMT -5
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[/i] she mused as said person soon pet her cheek, her soft hand caressing it gently. Hadria turned her narrowed eyes toward the witch as she spoke but a few words, a small smile curving against her lips at the mysterious nature of her words. Yes, she didn’t directly state it but it seemed that the sorceress was aware that something big was about to happen, something that could change this world for all eternity. Or she was simply playing with her; either possibility would please the “Heartless” immensely although she was betting on the former. After all, when this many “evil” people gathered at one place they were often met with some resistance from “good”, those annoying rats seeming to have radar for such events. Indeed, Hadria was no stranger to that as many times she had arrived at this world or that world she would be attacked by any number of fools. Yes, they would all come to die by her hand but none the less they would come, seeming to have keener senses than her considering how quickly they seemed to find her. Well it is of little consequence, they’re entertaining to slay if nothing else,[/i] she mused as yet another piece was introduced, this one being one she had encountered before although hadn’t spoken with at length. And to be frank she wasn’t too surprised she hadn’t, during that battle she had taken a liking to that “Hayden” she spoke ill of now and had made it a point to give him ALL her attention. Not only that but it seemed this girl wasn’t all that well-spoken, a very simple vocabulary being used to address her, Altima, and this boy now known as Vanitas. While she may forgive such abrasive language directed toward her, she certainly wouldn’t allow it towards her mistress. With that noted, the “Heartless” would step toward Claire and once within range trace one finger across her chin before grasping it in between her index finger and thumb. Bringing her close enough so that they could feel each other’s breath, Hadria narrowed her eyes as she smiled wickedly, seeming to stare into the depths of Claire’s soul. ”I hope you don’t address my mistress so casually henceforth, if you do I may just have to bite you, feel free to interpret that however you wish,” she whispered, her smile not fading as she released Claire’s chin and stepped backwards. Twirling around on her right foot, she would step back to Altima’s side as she casted a rather impressive spell on the tower nearby. Yes, the tower would suddenly be filled with gas, presumably killing or otherwise incapacitating anyone foolish enough to remain inside. Not that she knew for sure anyway, she just imagined as much as it would be the most logical conclusion to draw from the closed door among other factors. Whatever the case it didn’t take long for the Heartless to redirect her attention towards something else, or rather someone else. Indeed, her eyes would wander over toward the source of “Light” she felt, a small smirk curving against her lips as her eyes fell upon him. He wielded a keyblade, a weapon that was the very bane of her existence and had spiky brown hair that looked like it hadn’t been combed in years. Whether this was the case or not, the one thing that stuck out the most was the obvious… the uncanny resemblance. Indeed, this boy looked exactly the same as Vanitas aside from their attire, hair color, and his much scrawnier frame, they seemed like identical twins. Or perhaps two sides of the same coin would be more apt considering one was filled with “Light” while the other filled with “Darkness”. Not that it mattered much to her, the only thing that concerned her was the fact he had showed himself and had taken a fighting stance. Not only that, but it seemed he had a bone to pick with Altima although quickly found himself distracted by what seemed to be his doppelganger. With that taken into account and the time on her “brooches” ticking down, it seemed rather prudent to make the first move in this encounter. Indeed, if any more “good guys” showed up, if the one that had showed up alone first was dealt with before backup arrived it would make things much easier. Not only that but again with his attention focused on Vanitas for the time being, now was the perfect time to strike. Thus Hadria would turn her back towards the boy, as she pretended to speak to Altima, moving her lips and uttering “peas and carrots”. And then would open a Corridor of Darkness[/b] beneath the keybearer, the other Corridor being made in the air in front of her and a couple feet higher than her head. Assuming Sora was indeed sucked up by the Corridor underneath his feet as intended (which was highly likely considering his divided attention and the fact that Corridors were not often used to attack) Hadria would attempt to impale him in the back as he fell from the other Corridor she had opened up. Indeed by positioning herself the way she had, if Sora fell into the Corridor directly beneath him then his back would be shown to her. If that were the case, defending himself from this attack would prove incredibly difficult especially when he had no footing. Yes, evasion would be all but impossible unless he had some way to move in the air and even if so the unpredictable nature of the attack as well as his divided attention would likely cause his reaction speed to dull. Whatever ended up happening though, Hadria would take nothing for granted but whether she did indeed impale Sora in the back as intended or not, she would continue rushing him forward. Yes for she had one more little present to provide the foolish keybearer if he fell into the Corridor, her left hand attempting to reach over his left shoulder. She would clutch at his clothing if successful and pin him close to her body, her breath tickling his ear as she smiled wickedly and whispered but a single word.[/color] ”Boom,” and with that single word the “brooch” on her chest would explode. If the two were in the close proximity she wished for, both of them would take rather heavy damage to say the least. If the “Heartless” wasn’t given the chance to press her chest against his back then the bloody shrapnel would spread in a wide area in front of her, perhaps still hitting the boy but out of range of Altima or anyone else. Whatever the case, she would look down at her chest which had been impaled with several needles, her smile never fading and only growing that much wider. Pulling one of the pieces of shrapnel out as the others faded away, she would let that piece liquefy before licking it off the palm of her hand. A pleasant shiver would run down the small of her back as the crimson liquid slipped past her tongue and down her throat and the pain spread across all the nerves of her body. While most would fall down after being inflicted with such pain, the “Heartless” reveled in it and found no greater pleasure than both inflicting and feeling pain. Well except for playing with Altima although that will have to be put on hold until I deal with this rat won’t it?[/i] she mused, seeing what the result of her attack was. [/b] – 25% + X% = Y% (depends on the result of the first attack) Y% + 50% = Q% (for self-damage taken by Hadria for exploding the charge on her chest) Current Blood Orb Total = 75% + Y% Cruentus Ciminatio[/b] – 1 Charge used, 2 Charges remain. They will blow up on next post regardless if it’s intentional or not. Corridors of Darkness[/b] – This ability enables Hadria to travel from world to world, spreading misery and pain as she so wishes. It can also be used in combat if need be but has a two post cool down if used in a fight. 2 POST CD START[/center][/spoiler] [/style][/td][/tr][tr][td][atrb=style, height: 10px; opacity: 0.6;][style=font: normal 12px/9px lilyUPC; color: #B87C7C; text-align: justify; letter-spacing: 1px; width: 320px; background-color: #730000; padding: 5px;]TURN: 1st Action used for CoD to close distance between Sora and I for an attack. 2nd Action used to attempt to grab onto him and blow up the charge on my chest. TAGS: Hadria, Altima, Vanitas, Claire, & Sora SONG: Pulsating Ambience – Akira Yamaoka OTHER: Hope you enjoy ^^[/style][/td][/tr] [/table][/style][/center]
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Raid #8
Nov 11, 2012 13:35:49 GMT -5
Post by genesis on Nov 11, 2012 13:35:49 GMT -5
It was not hard to miss. In fact, it was so easy to notice that those untrained in the ability to sense the aura of a person's heart, would be able to feel the almighty gathering of Darkness on a world far away. A small world though, one barely touched by the hand of man or monster alike. But it wasn't the size of the world that was important. No, as mentioned, it was that powerful, drowning Darkness that grew and grew which was the problem. The forces of Darkness were mobilizing and it was a frightening thing to feel without being able to touch it with your hands. The hairs at the back of your neck would stand on end, a cold shiver shooting down your spine... the constant feeling of being watched. To see what wasn't there, but to know it was a very real and very dangerous. What a simple lives these innocent, ordinary civilians must lead, free from all these... signs and signals. Though one Twilight Warrior didn't regret having this power. He knew that he could put it to good use, but on many an occasion, his motives and actions have been questioned by both friend, enemy and those simply watching from the side lines.
It's about time I got some answers... Thought a auburn-haired man, clad in crimson and black leather clothing. He flexed his shoulders softly, changing the direction of where he was flying by a fraction, watching the stars in the sky twinkle and sparkle magnificently. Thought there was one star that was getting closer and closer, the outline of the world coming into view, but also the 'strength' of this world seemed to be growing weaker and weaker with each powerful beat of his wing. It was this weak flickering star that was the source of this enormous gathering of Darkness. Something terrible was about to happen and from what he could detect, there were hardly any, if any at all, warriors of the Light heading to the tiny world to check it out. Though perhaps that was part of his problem? Maybe it was because he was butting into affairs that were not his own, that he ended up with more questions within his mind over answers. Wasn't it the Keybarer's duty to protect the worlds? But with the fine difference between Light and Dark Keybarers... what was reliable information to fall upon these days? Would it be worth the risk to investigate or would it be a smarter plan to let the people of that world fend for themselves?
"Against those proficient in battle and with powers beyond normal humans...?" The SOLDIER 1st Class said aloud, voice stricken with distraught as he lowered his head, tucking in his chin to his chest to increase his flight speed. Wild rippling and rustling coming from both his long coat and the feathers of his wing, mixed in with the loud rushes of wind blowing past his ears, would have be a clear sign to Angeal that the Crimson SOLDIER was disturbed by something. Sadly, Angeal wasn't here. If he were, the pair of them would have made their way to this world in a heartbeat the moment the gathering of Darkness was detected. So why did it feel like he was hesitating when on his own...? A swift and determined shake of his head cleared the thoughts out of the SOLDIER's head before he shot a dark glare back up towards his destination, which was close enough not to see everything that he needed to see. "The world needs a new hero... If the Keybarers are not going to do anything to stop the spread of Darkness... then I will!" And just like that, the SOLDIER 1st Class had arrived upon this strange new world.
A tower of the most bizarre design and the unmistakable aura of Darkness lingering right next to it. Being high up in the sky, much higher then where Sora was going to show up, the Crimson SOLDIER took a moment to observe the threats below. There were six of them. Five were female and the last one was -- Him?! Heh, perfect! Genesis Rhapsodos' moment of surprise was replaced with deep satisfaction. This Dark Keybarer clad in the black and red armour, twice he had crossed blades with now, was EXACTLY the person he was looking for. This boy was going to answer many questions if he ever had the chance to ask them. It seemed that the SOLDIER's alliance to both Light and Dark deeply upset this young Sora look-a-like to the point where he outright attacked on sight. Keeping his wing beating steadily, Genesis retained a hover so high up in the sky, he'd be a pinpoint to the naked eye. It was from way up here that he noticed that strange locomotive arriving on thin air before the one and only Key To Everything showed up in the flesh.
Sora... So, now you decide to show your face. Do you only protect a world where the threat of Darkness is so great? You showed up when Sephiroth and I were reunited for the first time...
[/i] Genesis questioned in his thoughts as he watched Sora shout out to the opposition, which was nothing short of stupidity. Arriving on this world in such an equally ridiculous fashion was going to do nothing other then draw the attention of the Darkness, which it had for the most part. One of the women down below with red hair and an insane look within her eye had reacted first. A portal was thrown open under the feet of the brunette while he had his attention focused on someone else in the group. So this fool alerts his position to the entire enemy force and then ignores all of them bar one? ... How on Gaia and by Minerva's will did this fool become the Key To Everything??[/i] There was no time to delay thinking about things however, for Genesis had to react in a heartbeat. Tucking his legs up and turning himself about in midair, he beat his wing as powerfully as he could to propel himself down towards the Keybarer and the mysterious train as fast as he could, rocketing down as if he were a missile heading for it's target. During his descent, a large and fiery ball appeared within his left hand that radiated with a light blue aura. The Crimson SOLDIER's Energy[/b] spell was being prepared and ready for casting. It only took a second but by time the Quoter of LOVELESS reached the swirling darkness that was the Portal, the only thing he could grasp of Sora was the hood of his clothing. With his enhanced SOLDIER strength, Sora was as light as a feather and was swiftly pulled back out of the portal where the Energy[/b] spell was shot through in the Keybarer's place. Flexing his wing to full span, Genesis ascended back up into the sky with Keybarer still in his grasp, where he quickly clenched his left hand into a fist, detonating the Energy[/b] spell that was now hopefully in the midst of the Warriors of Darkness. Across the area from the train, a bright blue explosion lit up the skies as Energy[/b] blew up, blasting anything with it's power that stood within it's 15 foot radius. With how the enemy was grouped in close proximity of one another, the idea was sound, but whether everyone took damage or not, would be something Genesis had to wait on and see. "A fine mess you've started already, Keybarer. You and the Mouse King share that much in common. Lets see if you can stand up to your title, Key To Everything!!"Genesis spoke to Sora, his tone clearly not happy with how the spiky brunette decided to approach this new chapter in the war between Light and Darkness. Beating his wing to gain steady bursts of altitude, Genesis suddenly lurched forwards and swung Sora around in a fast 360 degree spin before throwing him off towards the group of villains, who were hopefully distracted enough with Genesis' spell not to notice the 'human missile' approaching them very quickly. [/blockquote] ::NOTE::Permission has been granted from Sora for me to control his character as mentioned in my post. -=Cooldowns=- Energy[/b] - 3 Posts -- A huge and bright fiery ball with a light blue aura appears within Genesis’ left hand and can be thrown in any direction with tremendous speed to try and hit the enemy. Unlike his Flash spell, Energy is unguided and cannot move from a straight path. When the ball of Energy hits something, or upon Genesis' command, it explodes in a large and violent eruption, damaging anything within radius with pure, untapped energy magic. The attack covers around 15 feet when it explodes, blasting away anything to be caught within.
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Nov 11, 2012 19:07:57 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2012 19:07:57 GMT -5
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Evil tastes the tears of fear! tearing down your helpless fate
Theme: Social Enemies Tagged: Altima, Hadria, Genesis, Vanitas, Rapunzel, Night, Claire Comments: Due to the Nature of the Rand Code, I am forced to double post to use both abilities in a single post.
The words the devil in disguise spoke to Vanitas struck harder than any blade, and it was those very words that made him falter only in the slightest. It made him pause to actually think about his actions. She spoke, and his eyes fell to the ground. His lips remained flat, appearing emotionaless. His eyes bored, a sigh even escaping his lips to show and help reinforce just how uninteresting this seemed to be to the boy in black and crimson armor, so young yet so powerful and world weary beyond his years. His eyes were older than his face, anyone who could read people would see that. This figure appeared no older than sixteen, maybe eighteen, yet had seen, dealt with, and dived into things that many did not experience in a life time. So why did he restrain himself? Why did he hold back from simply seeking out Ventus or this Sora who seemed to have a link to both of them and end it once and for all? It had worked before. Ventus had been strong enough to meld with Vanitas, so why could he not simply do it again? And why not with this Sora? Darkness was powerful, and clearly the much more potent winner.
So why did he hold back?
The False prophet said fear, and it finally hit Vanitas like a brick. It was fear. Not fear or losing, not fear of not being able to succeed, but fear of death. He proclaimed so much that he feared not the great blackness and empty nothing that was death’s embrace, but here he was, as scared of death as a tiny child. And as he looked to the angel, he realized something. This woman… she held an aura similar to that embrace of death. That cold, empty feeling. That lack of a heart, soul, body, anything. It was… unnerving. And here she was, a harbinger of it, clearly more of a harbinger than he was, and proclaiming what his very fear was. It was her. Or at least, the concept she held. The concept he would become.
“I’ve seen death’s embrace and felt her cold, heartless hands bring me in to her domain. It is a feeling I’ve known to well, and one that has lived with me since my new life here now.” He said, slowly opening his eyes and rising his head. “Today, however, I speak with truth. I have feared Death, but now, I shall work alongside it. I shall be it’s Knight, a Horseman of War to carry out the Chaos which shall come at the end of days. And my Sword shall come by the first vanquish I shall have, that which holds the light of me in his heart, the one who I am tethered to. With his death, my grand χ-blade shall return to my hand, and then the real war shall begin, and the famine and death to come shall follow in my wake.”
A grin rose upon the boy’s face as the presence of two new hearts struck him. One was of darkness, but a familiar one. Darkness confused as to it’s purpose. Darkness which he had met before. This Darkness had begun to bore him, but it was the light… that brilliant, shining light that caught his attention. Turning slow to face the new arrival, Vanitas let his Keyblade, the Void Gear, form in his hands. He stared dead-eye at his doppleganger, finally getting to see face to face this boy who had been claimed as the key to everything, this boy who had somehow touched the heart of Ventus so long ago to give Vanitas full form. The grin on his face was in full swing, and the perplexity on Sora’s face at seeing Vanitas for the first time only added to the excitement.
“Your worse Nightmare,” Vanitas said, locking eyes with Sora as the half of a heart within Vanitas began to beat in full, that off-tempo, off-kilter beat that sent out the chills of one who simply should not and could not exist. He stayed where he was as Hadria, the woman in red who seemed proficient in the use of the life juices, began to move forward. “I, Sora, am what lingers in your heart. That darker half that exists far down to counter that light. I am what exists inside, given life and form long ago by chance and happenstance. Search your heart, search it and you’ll find the truth. Search deep and you’ll see that it’s not your heart which holds the answer as to who I am, but the other which exists within. Search deep down, tell me you don’t feel him. He has been hiding far too long. It’s time he came out to play and learn to true meaning of fear once again.
To Sora, the Heartbeat would grow stronger, the unnatural rhythm playing to every fibre of a person’s being to tell them something was wrong, and playing to every nerve that one should fear what caused this to be so wrong. Even as a portal to darkness opened beneath him, beginning to suck the boy in, Vanitas Grinned, pointing his key blade toward the keybearer of light, that which held his other half within. “You know who I am as I know who yo90u are. We are connected by an unbreakable bond I intend to sever. No longer will I be tried to you.” His voice rose, the crimson flash just appearing in his vision to signify the entrance of the confused warrior of darkness. Even as he grabbed and pulled Sora, Vanitas knew his words would take hold in some form. “Learn to fear me, and search your heart. You know the truth.”
An explosion went off, but as Vanitas was still further back from Hadria, he was just outside range, stepping back only a bit to keep himself safe so he might continue uninterrupted.
“For I, amd what you will become. Do you hear me Sora? Do you hear me, Ventus?”
But the boy in black was not finished. Though he was certain he had fully done as he intended and if not make Sora fear his doppleganger, either awaken Ventus within or perhaps at least give the keybearer doubt. He turned to Genesis and glared at him as he swung his lighter half around. Just what was this man doing? A crazy stunt and antic, but one he would not allow. Before Genesis would throw Sora, Vanitas would open his left hand, then quickly close it, darkness circling around it as darkness would then erupt before Genesis. But it was not a fool-proof tactic. If lucky, it would blind the man with an unbreakable darkness, and perhaps throw off his trajectory of Sora. A great chance of that, actually, but Vanitas cared little.
“I am your knight for this battle, Bloody Angel. I hope my skills may prove of use.” he said, offering a sidelong glance to the woman Altima before dropping into a defensive stance in case of retribution. |
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Abilities: Frightful Presence: 20% chance of Inflicting Fear on Opponent [9 or 10 in Rand code][1 Post Duration if Inflicted] Unseeing Gaze: 50% chance of inflicting Blind on Opponent [Evens: Inflicted, Odds: Missed][1 Post Duration if Inflicted][/right]
Frightful Presence Rand Code [used on Sora][/i][/size] [#@rand#=2.9453559804242104%@]
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Nov 11, 2012 19:08:51 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2012 19:08:51 GMT -5
Unseeing Gaze Rand code [Used on Genesis] [#@rand#=9.684444492217153%@]
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Raid #8
Nov 13, 2012 0:44:31 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2012 0:44:31 GMT -5
Rapunzel stepped thru the now gold corridor. The so called Corridors of Darkness had presented themselves to the princess and she had been using the freely, despite the rumors of the darkness in these portals taking over those who had hearts. Ever since the flower’s fight with Gothel in the Dwarfwoods her hair has been able to purify the darkness in the corridors and change it gold. It is how she has been getting around though she has no way of knowing when the vortex will show and where it will take her. But none the less the creatures call Heartless that normally roamed the halls of darkness are unable to exist her light version of their domain.
As the princess happily stepped out of the portal she found that she was a few feet up on a giant tower. She squealed as she fell on the roof and nearly slid off. She was able to get a grasp on the tip top of the tower. She secured herself to the top by tying the end of her 70 feet worth of hair to the peak of the roof. Between her hair and grip she had on a pole that stuck out of the roof she was able to maintain her balance and look out at the scenery that the world she had landed on provided. It was defiantly a magical place but something seemed off about. Rapunzel just thought it was her imagination since she didn’t the ability to read hearts or anything of that nature. The fact that some people could do such things was still a foreign concept to the young princess.
Rapunzel could see a gather a people down below talking but couldn’t hear what they were saying. Not that she was interested in easy dropping or anything. It was just that should see their lips moving but no sound reached her ears. So she paid them no mind and got lost in the sunset. That is until the building she was standing on started to shake and there was a loud explosion. Rapunzel quickly wrapped her arms around the point of the roof and hung on for dear life. Once the shaking stopped her looked down at the group below to see if they felt the earthquake. She saw the white haired women walking away from the building while the others looked on. “Was she the one that cause the explosion?” Rapunzel thought with her big eyes widening more in confusion. “Why? What if there were people in side?”
Rapunzel eyes were then caught by something else. A train that seemed to be floating was heading to the land. Now the young girl was really confused. Just then she saw someone poke their head out of the train and start yelling at the group on land. She knew that voice. “Sora!” she thought as excitement shot thru her. She couldn’t hear the words he was saying but he didn’t seem too happy with the people that were on the land. She saw the one red head turn her back and a portal formed in front of her. At the same time Sora vanished for a few seconds and another spiky hair boy was yelling something. Finally a one winged man swooped in out of nowhere and grabbed the once gone Sora by the hood and pulled him from the portal. He followed that up by firing something into the corridor and it emerged from the other side cause an explosion.
Rapunzel only knew one thing was for sure and that Sora was upset with these people. And the more she watched them the more she could tell that the thing that seemed to be off about this world was them. They had done something to the castle under her and now they were messing with her friend. And what is worse is the thought that they could go to her world next. The thought of her parents, the villagers, and Flynn being in danger because of them made Rapunzel’s eyebrows meet at the bridge of her nose. There is one thing that she couldn’t stand and it was people purposely hurt people weaker than them. She had enough of it from Gothel and she wasn’t going to let these people get away with the same.
As the Black wing angel was spinning Sora around and the only boy in the group below fired something at them Rapunzel made her way to the edge of the roof. She was still being held up by her hair. She started to walk clockwise around roof a few times. Her hair wrapped around the cone stone structure. She then stopped and ran in the opposite direction she was walking in. After her hair unwrapped a few times she jumped off the roof. With both hands she swung around the entire building like if her hair was a rope. She emerged from the other side and she placed her feet out as she came upon the only boy in the group that fired something at her friend. She swung into him hoping to kick him into the still open Corridor that was meant for Sora to reemerge from. With any luck he would end up on next to the train and right under Genesis, isolated from his group venerable for an attack, or the portal would close trapping him inside for the time being.
Rapunzel came to a halt in the middle of the bad group. She then yanked on her hair and it unknotted itself from the tower about. She then grabbed two sections of her hair and began to spin around on her heels. The hair would spin with her knocking way anyone was close enough or got to close to try to do harm. After all 70 feet of hair being whipped at you is bound to cause some damage if hit with it. If the boy that looked like Sora for some reason was able emerge from the portal or missed the portal complete then he would most likely be hit with her hair.
No one messed with Rapunzel’s friends or the lives of innocent people. It was a promise she made to protect the innocent and when she promises something….She never ever breaks that promise…..ever!
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Raid #8
Nov 15, 2012 0:10:57 GMT -5
Post by altima on Nov 15, 2012 0:10:57 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width: 450px; padding: 10px;,bTable][style=margin-right: 5px; height: 100px; width: 100px; -moz-border-radius: 200px; border-radius: 100px; overflow: auto; float: left; overflow: hidden; background-image: url(http://i73.photobucket.com/albums/i231/Lunar_photos/Altima%20Gear/ICON2-1.jpg);][cs=2][/style] [style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: century gothic; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]The High Seraph[/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #b3b3b3; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; color: #680000; padding-top: 3px;]De mortuis • nil nisi • bonum [/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIONS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]- Ultima Demons Tannis and Iselia have executed a dual 'attack' upon Rapunzel! - Altima has casted 'Aegis' upon Hadria! She gains Haste, Protect, Shell, Regen, and Reraise!
| [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]The archangel closed her eyes for a moment at the sudden bark from a light source, that spewed out nonsensical verbage that served naught but to expose the bit of liquid behind his spiky mane. His irritating influx that preached about an ignorant viewpoint of the world was not new to the arch-angel's memories. She smirked, as the battle within the mongrel's keep played back perfectly in her head. Moments before the chaotic chain of events that had followed the trail left behind in the demon's game. One that had been constructed by the hands of those who allied themselves to her cause, needing only a few meager words to fuel their desire. There was nothing forced upon any, other than the reality of choice. A chance that they, who did not obey the laws of the light, would seize to grasp at their own desires. Something that was not riddled within pointless fluff of courage, friendship, and an oath to fealty.
Hadria was not ravaged in order to become obedient. Claire did not speak commonly with her under threats. Vanitas claimed servitude without the discerning side-glance.
Every one of those examples was all the same to Altima. Pawns. All shall start there, and show their worth over time. It was their choice to become a member to this fight, and within this sense of acknowledgement towards another's goals...would they become united. One of the many ways that the dark was separate from the methodology of the light, as now would be the time to unravel the reasons behind this little board game.
"You need not await acknowledgment fearmonger. Strike true into the flesh of the deluded and remind them what is natural to the living!" the Angel snickered, narrowing her eyes in enjoyment at his sudden spike of motivation.
Motivated to take action, something that had occurred within both sides. Her latest female companion was already up to no good, and began counter measures against the intruder. She did appear to be the type to favor the dishonorable assassination rather than the confrontation; not that there was anything wrong with the alternative method. It merely meant that the woman was cautious about her resources, a fear. Fear was good, it was healthy. That gave openings for the angel to prepare, for weakness in the heart was what religious persecution's largest targets.
It also made for good chains to keep a servant close. [/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]ACTIVE EFFECTS:[/style][style= color: b3b3b3; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;] Cooldowns: - Grand Cross 1/5 - Subjugation 2/10
| [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]"You've much to do it seems Incarnatus. Pray that you do not enjoy this squabble too much." the angel prayed with dark intentions, letting her servant's ovation be rewarded with a reinvigorating enchantment that coated the slender being like a suit of armor.
The devilish smile, both alluring and devious, accompanied her next words to Hadria, "...we've other matters to attend to before starfall."
Then came the flurry of actions. The junction of a sudden rescue from an airborne savior that did little to mask his presence managed to yank his comrade to safety, all the while coordinating a little after-present to the group of Hadria, Claire, the Iron Maiden sisters, and herself. An arcane time-sensitive release spell, if her knowledge was still in tact. Delayed simply to allow enough for the keybearer's savior to kick off and create a large enough distance, that alone was the call sign.
To add to this situation, in came a valiant charge from a powerful light source. Enough so to earn a side-glance from the lucavi leader. Riding in to the thick of matters with her might locks, and seeking to hang all who came in the line of fire of that rather well-kept flow of hair. Altima had to give the woman credit. She did not expect the light to come swinging....with hair. Oh how the times changed~!
A few seconds before the blast. That's all that was needed to break down this sudden change of events. The furious charge from the bull-headed princess and the charged spell primed to blow. This rag-tag group had opted to go with a pincer attack that left questions to be answered within Altima's mind.
It made the demon angel laugh, as she called them out on their strike and hailed for the countermeasure to begin.
"Let me show you how it is done heathens, display of camaraderie and all!" [/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #680000; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]OTHERS[/style] [style= color: FFEAF2; font-size: 8px; font-family: century gothic;]Song- Howling Moon | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]The angel's loyal subjects pounced forth at the incoming warrior princess. Tannis sharply drawing out a hidden double blade knife from the hilt of her parasoul and flinging it to the cackling pink enchantress, Iselia. Altima's chosen fighters were not respected for their worth in a conventional fight, but as the high-seraph's social courtesies and fashion connoisseurs. They did not arm themselves with weapons that befitted the siegemen, but one that was hidden and worthy for the crafty battle mages. Iselia's talent lied in her ribbons, now extended out from her wrists and its rigidness controlled by the demon's own prana source. It wove and acted as a controlled whip at first, seizing solid ground from the large mass of hair that the princess used to move down to the lower floors. The pink demon giggled as she matched her target's long extensions with a bit of handwork herself. Tying together the knife and her ribbon, Iselia has spun it much like a dark ages spawned slingshot and flung the weapon like a rope knife, seeking to anchor itself into the mighty princess's flesh. Such a daring maneuver was great in fairy tales, but terrible in practice for heroes, for the angle was high enough from the demon's lower elevation to have the special blade act as a bobby pin of sorts should the princess pull an aerial evasion! Oh, but the fun would not end there!
Iselia's ribbons were capable of being manipulated with mana, treating the piece of decoration as a highly flexible weapon. Even to the point of becoming a bridge way, as she turned the flimsy piece into a rigid balancing beam. With her target snared by some means, her partner Tannis began her frightening ascent with speed not to be messed with. She was upon the descending Rapunzel in a short while, choosing to jump a bit earlier and perform a bit of a spin in order to gain Rapunzel's backside. Tannis was elegant in image, but her attack was far from it. She retracted the open parasoul to reveal a sharp point in its closed state, coming in for the impalement at such a terrible distance. The green haired demon whispered, while Iselia below chanted along:
"Together they fly." "Death unto thy's side."
With those words, the demons moved in on their aerial vortex pincer strike; seeking to maim the woman before she even touched the ground. One reeling poor Rapunzel in, farther away from the desired point. Altima on the other hand, had different plans. She had issued the complex order to her subordinates, and disregarded that charged spell. It would ignite, with her still in its blast area and engulf those platinum wings in searing flames of pure energy.
Altima did not care, for she knew better. She, and her servants, would give no quarters in the level of morale and pride in this fight. These attacks would be nothing to her...on a normal basis. Today however, the presence of Altima's unshakable courage was all that was needed. A front, to what really was going on. For the Queen on the chessboard was too valuable of a piece to lose early in this game, but did more than just kill when released. It was true, that the angel had played sharp moves and continued to move well in this sudden change of pace within the quarrel.
With the confirmation of disabling due to Vanitas, and the awkward disturbance that was an effect to the fearmonger's spells upon the winged warrior; one would think that the angel herself would seek to take a more active role in this fight? No, there were other things that these fighters needed to realize. Altima still had the upper hand, for experience and presence was the x-factor she claimed in her court. Her presence alone, was enough to keep the attention of the enemy and make them perform such foolish mistakes. The setting of such a luscious target for an ambush, a dashing rescue opening within a conversation, gathering up to 'impose' upon the fearmonger...there was something dastardly afoot in the angel's mind. She made no motion to move from the blast, other than to glare with pride at the keybearer and his savior.
They were her prey in this murderous game. Her lack of fear in the face of such an attack, the willingness to take it by appearances....threatened to plant seeds of doubt into their hearts. She needed no magic induced powers to strike fear as an illusionary spell. Altima was, after all, making good on her word to a particular fearmonger.
"For too long have you preached, light walkers, that the dark is naught but naysayers and loners. Yet if I am not mistaken, passion was associated....with the dark!"
She would come. [/style] |
[style=font-size: 10px; font-family: georiga; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 3px;]MADE BY EMBLEM OF KHCMv4 [/style] -------------------- Notes: EDIT- Made a far easier to understand attack. Iselia is on the ground, reeling in Rapunzel towards her and Tannis has claimed Rapunzel's backside, seeking to impale her. Both have led Rapunzel a little closer towards the overall explosion gathering that Genesis crafted. Abilities Used- Aegis"Bestow an array of protective boons!": Known as MBarrier to some, it is a holy-elemental spell passed down to devout followers of the Church of Glabados. Altima has acquired the spell from being in the body of Alma Beoulve, who knew of this Holy Magick. After casting, the target is enveloped within a shining breeze of light force that leaves a holy aura. This aura is the result of the spells Shell, Protect, Regen, Reraise, and Haste, woven together into one magick technique. Each protective boon has a duration of the following: - Protect and Shell: 1 turn - Haste: 1 turn - Regen: 2 turn - Reraise: Until invoked. Once per thread. Buff Effects: - Haste: Grants the target an increase in physical movement speed and reduces the cooldown of target abilities by one post for the three turns. If Altima uses it on herself, it also grants one level raise in invocation speed. The reduction does not apply to abilities in active cooldown.
- Protect: Forms a barrier that reduces the damage of physical attacks taken from the front by ¼
- Shell: Forms a magical barrier around the caster and reduces magical attack damage by 1/4
- Regen: Gradually restores small amounts of HP over time. Physically, light/flesh wounds mend faster and heavy damage/open bleeding slow down during the curing period.
- Reraise: Upon being knocked out conscious, a divine light restores the target to critical status.
[Invocation]- Normal [Cooldown]: 5 Posts (After casted)
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