Raid #13

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Port Royal has been attacked by Darkness.

Dark Group | Attacking:

Claire Lovelace [Leader]
Emblem

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Felix[/blockquote]

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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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A Light Group of Four has Countered the Attack!

Light Group | Defending:

Namine [Leader]
Zack Fair
Vincent Valentine
Yazoo

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Posting Order: Claire Lovelace, Namine, Felix, Vincent Valentine, Emblem, Zack Fair then Yazoo.

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If no winner has been decided by February 12th, then a staff member will review and decide the winner!

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Let the Battle Begin!!

[claire]

So here she was again in Port Royal. The last time Claire was here she and Jafar had lost against the light in a battle to claim the world for the darkness and instead the light’s flag had been planted here so to speak. But this time would be different. Claire was here to make up for her past defeat and blanket this world in the darkness in which it belonged. Of couse she woudn’t be doing it alone. She knew better. She didn’t know how many beings of Light, if any, would be coming to the worlds rescue but she wasn’t stupid enough to fight them by herself. She had allies in this fight, one of which was on the oppostion the last time around.

The people that would be fighting with her were the same ones that had been on her team in the tournament, the woman known as Emblem and the freelancer Felix. Never in a million years had she figured that not only would she be fighting with Felix as an ally in the same place that they had fought against one another not too long ago but that said mercenary would also come to mean as much to her as he did. She had come to trust him on and off the battlefield more than anyone else, not that that was a long list in the first place. At any rate she was glad that he was here with her.

Emblem was also going to be joining Claire and Felix in taking back this world for the darkness. She had fought well in the tournament from what Claire heard and she was looking forward to see what kind of skills Emblem possessed. However, unlike Felix who arrived with Claire, the chakram weilder had not seen Emblem yet. She didn’t know if the other woman was on the world or not yet but Claire was sure she would turn up in case a fight did break out.

Claire decided to start the house cleaning a bit early and she had just finished murdering a few lowly dockworkers to warm up a bit and get her arms and legs nice and limber so she wouldn’t be stiff during any real fight that might happen. After the impromptu slaughters Claire sat on a barrel sitting on the docks and began cleaning off the blood from her weapons. [red]”Where’s the real challenge already?”[/red] Claire wondered aloud. [red]”If they don’t want to die they won’t show but they probably will anyway so I better prepare.”[/red]

Claire then junctioned Thundara to her Elemental Attack. This gave her chakrams bonus electrical damage that would be inflicted on any target they hit as well as their basic physical damage. Then she junchtioned Blizzara to her Elemental Defense that would give her a chance to absorb any ice damage that she got hit by.

With her Junctioning done Claire took notice of her surroundings. There were several shipments of various goods on the docks and after some scouting Claire discovered that there was more stock on the ships themselves. Gunpowder, alcohol, and other supplies. Claire made a mental note of where such supplies were in case they could be used in some way or another.

Once that was done Claire told Felix that she would be in hiding to ambush any being of Light that decided to help this world. Then she found a house near the docks and went in. Whoever lived her was not home at the moment so Claire had little trouble setting up. She closed the door behind her and unsheathed her weapons. Then she went over to the window facing the docks. There she would watch and wait. If an enemy decided to show their face then Claire would spring into action but for now she would play the waiting game.

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Juction - passive - no cooldown

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Naminé had showed up at Disney Castle to search for King Mickey to see if he could help her get a hold of someone. Donald and Goofy greeted her and told her that the King was not in the castle. She had to admit that she was disappointed to hear it. However the silly duo told her that they have been in contact with Sora and he was on his homeland because it was taken over by the darkness. She was worried for her other other and didn’t want him to fight alone. Goofy informed her that he wasn’t alone when she stated her concern because they sent Cloud to help him along with the Princess Rapunzel. Donald told her not to worry because it looked like Dark wasn’t going to put up a fight since no one was sent yet but just because they didn’t seem interested didn’t mean they didn’t have something up their sleeve elsewhere.

Naminé was welcomed to stay at the castle until the king returned but it seemed that destiny had a different mission for her. Goofy got information while waiting for Sora to check in that a world that Naminé had defended before was once again in trouble. Do the young Nobody said that she would check it out. Goofy and Donald didn’t seem to want her to go alone and suggested that she waited for Sora. Naminé declined the offer since every seconded was precious. They allowed Naminé to prepare for her trip by using their equipment to contacted people to help her that could come right now. The Nobody could only think of two people that she knew were for sure nearby and that would help someone like her. She kind of wanted to call for the people that helped her last time but she had no idea how to get a hold of them. So She made a call out to Vincent Valentine and Yazoo asking both for their help at Port Royal and to contact anyone they could think of to come to the world’s aid since. She wasn’t sure how much help and untrained Keyblader like herself would be of any help since Donald and Goofy couldn’t tell her anything about what might be attacking the world, but as always she was determined to help. Maybe it was her way of repenting for her past actions that caused so much pain.

After Naminé’s call out were made she thanked Donald and Goofy and placed her hand up in the air to summon her corridor to take her to Port Royal. Just then the Chipmunks Chip and Dale came running in announcing in excited squeaky voices that Sora and his team managed to save Destiny Island from the Darkness. With that bit of good news Namine’s confidence rose and she off to the Caribbean.


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Naminé’s Corridor opened on the Pirate world. Once again it seemed to be dark there. She walked down to the pier and looked out to the horizon of the vast ocean. She was starting to wonder if the sun ever did come up in the world. That very thought brought a sad smile to the Nobody’s lips. “They never did watch the sunrise with me that day.” She said as a cool salt breeze blow her hair back as she stood on the dock with her hands behind her back. Her thought wonder off to the first night on that world and that battle that took place. She would have to remember to thank Rinoa if she ever saw her. Her abilities came in handy that night.

A moaning sound was carried on the wind to Naminé’s ears. She looked over to her right to see what was making the noise. It was too dark to see so the little girl wondered over her pier and slowly walked down a few docks. The putrid smell of iron reached her nose which she thought it was odd because normal Blacksmith were near the center of the town. So why was she smelling iron?

The question was soon answered in a more gruesome way then Naminé was ready for. Blood trails and piles that explained the smell of iron were everywhere. They were splatted on Ships that came to port, on the wooden dock, lingering in the water, and covered the grass and stones. Along with the blood came bodies that were hacked up so bad that most of them wouldn’t be recognized by their families. Naminé placed the back of her hand on her nose from the scent and looked away from the sight. The moaning returned and she was forced to look back. She could see moment not too far away and slowly walked over being careful not to slip on the blood or trip over a body.

One of the men was the one that was moaning. He was seizures on another dock right next to the one Naminé was at now. The girl in white ran to the man’s side when she realized that he was still alive. She knelt down beside him and took his dirty and leaning over him. His eyes were wide and he tried to speak but ended up choking on his own blood.

“There there.” Naminé’s shaken voice tried to console the man. “It-It is going to be okay. Yo-you are going to be just f-fine. Just hang in there.”

The man grabbed her arm with his trembling hand and looked up at her with glazed over eyes. Tears fell from Naminé’s eyes because she knew that he wasn’t going to be alright. The only thing she could do for him was be there. She lifted him up on her lap. He seized more.

“Vincent…Yazoo…hurry please.” She whispered to herself. One of them might have something that could save this man. It was clear that the Dark had beaten her there by the massacre. Naminé looked up quickly because she thought she heard footsteps. Her Keyblade came to her hand just in case it was a foe. Upon sight of the Key the man grabbed her arm again. The memory witched looked down at him and he gave her a toothless smile. He trembled as he reached out to the blade. Naminé then understood that this man has seen this kind of weapon before. He had been in contact with Keybladers and his smile told her that he was glad she was there.

The man began to seize more rapidly. The hand that he had reached out for her blade went limp and a gurgling sound indicated his last breath. Naminé sat there with the man still on her lap for a moment. She released the hand that she had grabbed and closed the guy’s eyes. With a little difficulty she slid the man off her lap and gentle placed him back on the dock. She stood up and turned around blood and dirt now a part of her ensemble of white. Tear in her eyes she picked up the one thing that man was happy to see, her Destiny’s Embrace. The memory witch walked away from the dock to seek out the dark being or beings that had done this. She looked up.

“Felix?!” She ran towards the man with the intensions of cling to him for comfort and to just cry.

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(OOC: I hope it is okay if I see you Felix. If you would rather me not then tell me by PM and i will take out that last sentence. )

[soulcyber]

Placing his right hand on his neck as he stretched it out, the freelancer sighed lightly as Claire began to go wild, murdering a few bystanders. While he didn’t have any ethical qualms about it, considering what they were here for it didn’t seem a very prudent course of action. Indeed, they were here to cover this world in “darkness” or whatever, something he had been hired to do more than once and had no problem with. Thing was, the freelancer while not seeming the type did enjoy some subtlety if the option was available and leaving bodies everywhere made things difficult. He knew that some warriors of the “Light” would come to fight them at some point so why not try to trick them instead? Well whatever the case he could deal with a head-on confrontation as well and it would be entertaining to smash some faces wouldn’t it? While he didn’t find any particular pleasure in murder like his partner did, fighting was something he enjoyed immensely especially against a rather skilled adversary. If sticking around the beautiful red-head lead to opportunities like that then he certainly didn’t mind what she did although it was a bit more than that.

Indeed, there was more to their relationship than just that; he had grown to trust in that red-head deeply in their time together. They hadn’t known each other for that long certainly but for whatever reason he found it incredibly easy to trust her and open up to her. Granted the circumstances in which he originally did were rather dire and partially due to the Suspension Bridge Effect, he felt something stronger afterwards. He wasn’t exactly sure what it was, it was something he hadn’t felt before and was a complete enigma despite his rather extensive history with women. Something about her was just different than everyone else and he was going to find out what that something was no matter the cost.

She wasn’t his only partner in this little mission though; there was also another one along for the ride that was a rather interesting woman. She went by the name of Emblem and was a woman that had garnered his respect rather quickly when he had met her at church. Yes, a church that housed a giant monster that had been one hell of an opponent to face but she hadn’t backed down despite that. Not only had they fought together that time but there was also that time on a planet he couldn’t recall if he ever got the name of. Whatever the case, they had fought a Heartless there that went by the name of… whatever he couldn’t remember he was boring anyway. Regardless, she had been there as well and they had worked together to beat him down, their teamwork rather impeccable as well as their ingenuity. Indeed, with the right environment they could always think of ways to use it to their advantage and already a few ideas were going through Felix’s head.

He had time to think anyway, he was playing the role of bait as he pretended to be simply walking amidst the docks without a purpose. Indeed, he would make it seem as if he was just sight-seeing if anything, unaware of what was going on around him as the bodies were a while back. He was simply biding his time until whatever losers decided to show up and would then proceed to dispatch them with haste. Although something rather unexpected had happened, a person he hadn’t thought would have been a part of any battle here showed up, a client of his. His eyes widened as he recognized the voice instantly, turning over to the noise before suddenly finding her seemingly frail arms wrapped around him tightly. Then the waterworks began, something that no matter how the freelancer tried always caused him to frown when he saw tears staining the cheeks of a cute girl like her. She was looking for comfort it would seem and despite the fact that he was on a mission instinct caused him to return the embrace, pulling her head into his chest. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he could imagine what it was that had caused her to break down like this although he didn’t let it show visually. No, despite hating to think this way he knew that she was here for a reason and that was most likely to prevent this world from being taken over by Darkness.

”Don’t worry I’m here… just tell me what’s wrong as I’m pretty out of the loop myself, I just got here not too long ago and the first person I saw was you,” he started, hoping to calm her down a bit and if anything lure into a false sense of security, ”Plus it’s a waste for a girl with a pretty face like you to stain your cheeks with tears, I think you’re a lot cuter when you smile Nammers,” he would add with a sincere smile on his face, hoping to further convince her that he was on her side and truly was out of the loop. It would make sense anyway, it wasn’t like he had any blood on him and the direction he had come from had been opposite of the memory witch. There was no real reason to suspect him especially given the fact that she was his client currently in that job to find that winged keybearer known as Artemis.

And it was with that intention in mind, to make his presence here as natural as possible as well as seem as comforting as possible that he would strike her. He didn’t want to do it but given the situation and what would probably be occurring very shortly, a massive battle against whatever forces came at them, he didn’t want his client getting wrapped up in it. If that meant taking advantage of her show of weakness and attempting to put her out of commission before the battle really started then he would do so. Thus while still pulling her head into his chest, the freelancer would suddenly activate Lightning Manipulator[/b] his body being covered in electricity head to toe. The initial shock given their close proximity would certainly hurt but that wasn’t Felix’s true goal, no he was going to give her a left palm strike to the right temple. Given that he was holding her head tightly into his chest and the initial shock would most likely surprise her, the likelihood of this attack landing was incredibly high. Assuming his palm strike hit as intended, a massive shock would run through Namine’s brain, disrupting her motor skills and completely wrecking any sense of distance or any sense she used really (Confusion).

Yet that alone probably wouldn’t knock her out even if he hit the temple which would make the attack that much more effective and thus he would continue his attack. Assuming his strike hit true, he would use the force of his palm strike to also move the girl’s head toward his right and quickly slip her into a guillotine. It was a simple move really that only consisted of his right arm letting go of her head for a moment and slipping it around her slender neck. His right forearm would then find a cozy spot in her throat, as his left hand gripped his right hand that had been balled into a fist. He would then pull it upward, applying pressure to her throat to choke her out as he attempted to slam his knee into her stomach. If all went as planned, Namine would be too disoriented from the severe shock to her brain (Confusion) to really retaliate and would be knocked out within roughly ten seconds. That was normally all it took to choke someone out if the guillotine was successful and he severely doubted the girl knew any Martial Arts that might have taught her how to properly guard against a choke. Hell if anything she had probably never even experienced a guillotine before as there were very few fighters like him that used their fists.

I’m sorry Nammers but I’d rather not have to actually fight you if I can avoid it… I really hope you go to sleep and forget this ever happened,[/i] he would muse as he remained vigilant for any others that may have accompanied her to this world, Heh, maybe after all this is over I can actually go and watch the sunrise with you, we never actually got a chance to did we? Well that’s assuming Claire isn’t the jealous type, might not be too keen on the idea of me spending time with a pretty girl ne?[/i]

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Lightning Manipulator

[/b] - By using the same principle behind Mass Manipulator, Felix is able to manipulate the element of Lightning to his will. When activated, Felix's body will be surrounded by crackling electricity that will cause very minor damage to people that attack him physically (though it will not protect him from any lightning damage he receives). As for his attacks, they will all be given Lightning elemental damage on top the physical damage Felix deals normally. If attacked directly, a severe shock will be sent to the opponent’s brain causing a loss in fine motor skills and disorientation (Confusion) for one post. The status effect will not be applied if the opponent is attacked with his katana. The manipulator has a duration of two posts and cannot be used with any other manipulator simultaneously and has a three post cool down. Furthermore, after it falls off, Felix will not be able to use any other elemental manipulator for one post. (This technique can be dodged, parried, and blocked with a weapon. However, it cannot be parried or blocked with one’s body, since the shock would be sent to the person's brain regardless)

[Inflicts Elemental Exhaustion on Felix]

Actions

1st Action – Activated Lightning Manipulator[/b] whilst holding Namine and attempted to land a palm strike with left hand to her right temple.

2nd Action – Attempted to follow up palm strike with a guillotine to choke Namine out and a knee to the gut to accompany it to inflict much more damage.[/spoiler][/center]

[vincent]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000 ; border: 1px dashed #FF0000; color: 2f405e; opacity: 0.9; padding: 10px;] This world was a lot... different than many Vincent had encountered before. There was something about the atmosphere of this place, the way this world was represented in the eye of the beholder compared to other worlds, that felt... like a very heavy dose of reality, somehow. There was magic in this world other than in the materia on his own person or the otherworldly visitors, dark magic of the gods and other supernatural things, but they were pale in contrast to the starkness of this vast plane. Even starker still was how a darkness was descending on the light of this world, almost like a solar eclipse, which was the reason to investigate. What he found was quite far from what he expected, as this time there was a grim trail of blood and corpses. The first idea that came to mind was an old nemesis of his, Rosso the Crimson. Only she had the audacity, the boldness to leave such a trail of a massacre, but he was quite aware she was not the only mass murderer out there. True, there had been Sephiroth, but from the tale he had heard from Cloud that Sephiroth had only turned out to be a shapeshifting Jenova in disguise. Besides, Rosso would not be so shy to not remain out in the open to display her lastest work of 'art', besides the lack of any signs of bullets from her gunblade on the corpses. Then, who would do such a thing if not the psychotic Crimson? Sometime after a certain other red-headed daughter of slaughter had been through, and some time before Namine and Felix would share their moment of betrayal, Valentine was investigating the string of bodies that had been left behind. He did not bother to keep to the shadows; he had nothing to hide, as the slaughters were quite clearly not from his gun but from a blade. A blade with a shallow cut, Vincent noticed, as the blade had only gone through the corpses to a certain depth, and what stab wounds he found were rather wide compared to a sword. An axe or a lance, perhaps? No... too long a cut for an axe, too shallow a stab for a lance. A ninja star like Yuffie's came to mind, and so did that of his friends when he realized it may be foolish to take on this person if they were so bold enough to do public executions, especially if they weren't alone. Darkness was coming to take this world, and Vincent retrieved from his pocket and flipped out his phone. He had recieved the call for help from Naminé, the Nobody of the Princess of Heart that was Kairi and the keeper of the keybarer Sora's memories. As of late he had finally encountered her and the two had forged a professional friendship. He had left her a gift and offered if she ever was in need of his services, he would come to her aid. That call had been heeded now to this world, but he quickly thought of her request to contact anyone else he knew to assist in the situation. He didn't think at first it was necessary, even if it was just himself being able to handle what this backwater world could offer, but that was before the dead bodies littering the streets that now Vincent realized the weight of Naminé's words. Dialing Cloud's number, he lifted the phone to his ear. The phone dialed and was ringing, there was a pause and the sound of a strange dial tone, and then... it sounded like the phone had been picked up. "Cloud?" he spoke, but no answer, followed by the static of a bad phone line. Sounded like the call was dropping in and out, quite possibly the latter. "Cloud, listen, if you can hear me. If you are near the world of Port Royal, there is a situation I need you to see. Cloud... hurry." The call had the loud buzzing of static before it dropped out, and Vincent looked at the screen. The call had ended, and he didn't know if he was being silent... he had only been grateful it had not gone to voice mail and that Cloud had heard it. As the phone made the clapping sound of being flipped shut and stowed away, Vincent heard movement from behind a crate of gunpowder that had been unloaded from a nearby ship. Stepping towards it, he noticed a corpse had spilled out a large pool of deep crimson and someone with a shoe size smaller than his had stepped through it, right towards the crates. Avoiding stepping through it himself, the crimson cloaked man stepped around it and came face-to-face with a bewildered-looking young man wielding an oar pointed towards him. "Wait, you're not that woman that killed all those men. Who are you?" the civilian almost demanded. Vincent didn't answer, instead answering with a question of his own. "Woman? Where is she?" The stranger didn't pause or hesitate, throwing away the oar. "She went off in that direction, I thought she was coming back when I heard you. My name is Will Turner." he politely introduced himself, expecting the same in return, but didn't get quite what he expected. "Will. Go get the guard. I will go find this woman." was his answer from the raven-haired man, who paused further and then added, "Vincent. Vincent Valentine." The young man nodded sternly and smiled, finally reaching an accord with this strange man. "Certainly, Mr. Valentine." Then he hustled rather quickly back into town, hopefully for a while and out of harm's way while Vincent dispatched the murder. --- Of course, a underhanded sucker punch veiled as dishonest gesture of comfort was not going to go without notice or consequence. Arriving on the scene, 'Mr.' Valentine was just in time to witness a certain familiar other red-head and the young woman in white herself sharing an embrace. The red-headed man he knew all too well, it was the melee fighter he had encountered only recently in the tournament, where their match had come to a undetermined result. Again, was this fate their paths had crossed once again, and now outside the rules of the tournament what role did this man play in the worlds? As he watched from quite some distance on the docks as he decided to hide within the shadows of a nearby stack of food crates, he had decided if he ever saw him outside the tournament he would give him one chance, to give him the benefit of the doubt he could be more than a dangerous foe blocking Vinent's progress. The ex-Turk was about to make himself known to the both of them as they hugged, perhaps to break the hug and remind them both to keep their eyes and ears open, guessing he must have been a friend of Naminé's and to put any hard feelings from the tournament aside. He stopped, however, after hearing the freelancer's mollifying words contrasted with a sudden jolt of electricity bursting forth from his body. Vincent's eyes narrowed rather than open wide in surprise or horror at the witness of the act of betrayal, remaining calm and focused as he was too late to attempt to stop the palm strike as he reached for his weapon. Pulling out his choice of arsenal he selected, it was rather fortunate Felix was somewhat taller than Naminé as he closed the distance to them from behind her, and Vincent had approached in full range of sight of Felix's left side. He made a quick shot, lining it up rather quickly and firing with deadly accuracy right into Felix's left shoulder. It was also rather unfortunate that the martial artist had chosen to tighten his left grip around only his fist, as nobody cared if he was a martial artist or how strong he was, a shot made where the left arm connected to the shoulder where the bullet Vincent had aimed at would have to make anyone but the largest and strongest of creatures flinch backwards. Or at the very least loosen their grip around a fist, enough for Naminé to break free from the hold, especially given three things. That Felix was busy trying to strangle his target, that Vincent had been quiet enough not to reveal his presence and location until he made the shot, and that the very weapon he had just used to aim a single bullet to force the man from flying back into any wall surface behind him was the powerful ability of his Blast Machine Gun. The gun was powerful enough that as well as damage it would send almost any foe flying backwards upon contact, and with Naminé short enough for Vincent to take advantage of his experienced marksmanship he may have saved his new ally. Perhaps enough time for her to slip away from a sleeper hold and a knee to the gut, not to mention the strike to her temple, the gullotine hold and the knee to the gut that were considered three actions. However, it was up to Naminé to get away from what was causing her pain, even if she was in a confused state. Vincent had only opened the window of opportunity for her and it was up to her to quickly move through it, but despite of these factors if Felix had somehow detected him and miraculously evaded his shot, he had a back-up plan. If Naminé trusted him, it would have to have been well paid off in this very moment she put a lot of trust into his benevolence, timing and above all keen marksmanship. Now stepping out of the fog in the distance of this murky harbor, like a brother coming to the defense of his sister and with a steely look of disapproval in his red eyes to match, he quickly switched weapons as the Blast Machine Gun flashed out of his hands as he made a quick-draw of a even deadlier weapon at this range. Hydra, and if he could not stop the assault on Naminé there would still be hell to pay for such an act. Zooming in with his scope, there was not so much as the bash of an eyelid skipped in time as he fired, a silent shot straight at the top of the red head's forehead, if he was lucky moving it would skim off his temple if not be buried right between his eyes. The next two remaining shots made in a shooting combo came in similar way that he could not hide behind Naminé any more than he already had his own confidence and trust in her, deadly shots aimed at his elbows that were sticking out from performing his suffocating move on Naminé, again like the Blast Machine Gun Shot between Felix's shoulder and arm at the vital joints keeping his upper and lower arms together. If he was lucky and he would move like Vincent anticipated he would, the tri-bullets would only graze or piece his arms and he would save the use of them to cowardly punch another woman another day. No matter what, any amount of pain at his head and limbs exposed separately from Naminé's body, if connected, would have to flinch and recoil away from his grip he had taken advantage of in Naminé's moment of seeking comfort. If he had really cared for Naminé, it would be considered he would have had faith and confidence in her to let her take care of herself in combat, knocking her out cold against her will to spare her just seemed to reek of discrimination and utter disbelief she was strong enough. And Vincent had every right, given his experiences fighting alongside her, she had every right to be more than capable of handling herself. That was when the battle suddenly ended as soon as it started, as Vincent heard a shout behind him followed by several men and women yelling in protest, as a angry mob had approached the group. Several townspeople having gathered after the carnage to come look curiously at the scene, only to bear witness to this instead. Except instead of advancing on Vincent, the villagers in ye olde clothing of suits and large dresses were throwing bottles and rotten fruit and vegetables at Felix's back, in order not to hit the girl in white he had decevingly lashed out on. Some even so disgusted with what they had witnessed, they spit on him. It seems they had seen what Vincent had from a distance, but had come shortly after his socially accepted firing of firearms upon the aggressor that was Felix Maximillian, as red coats of the British army quickly arrived on the scene to quell the crowd accompanied by a captain of the guard and... Will Turner. Damn, he had returned quicker than Vincent thought, and perhaps reality had sunk in more than previously realized. That not all intergalactic battles of worlds to maintain world order could always go unnoticed by the local populace. "Murderer!" "Scum!" "Slimy bastard!" "You leave that poor girl alone!" "Thunderous monster! You're not welcome here!" came the outbursts of the few of many from the crowd as the redcoats held them back, but the commander that looked to be in charge raised his voice to issue his authority. "Men, arrest that man with the blade, and put him under arrest for charges of murder, assaulting that young woman and disturbing the peace." "But, Admiral Norrington, it wasn't him I saw that killed those men. It was a woman with red hair, not a man." Will protested, but Norrington seemed to take his position of enforcement far beyond what he was initially entitled to. "Mr. Turner, you have done your part in informing us of where the assailant was somewhat admirably, now save what little dignity you have left and let the real men make the hard decisions. Also, arrest that man in the red cloak for questioning, commendable he tried to stop this but I want to know what really went on here." Vincent perked up at the mention of his own description, having rolled his red orbs over to the man in the tri-corner hat. "What Will said is true. The man before you may have struck that woman, but he's not the murder you're looking for. Rather, his motive for attacking the girl was to stop her investigation finding his partner, the young red-haired woman who's the true murderer. There were footsteps in blood back in that direction that were too small for any man to have made." Vincent attested, backing up Will's claim with the undeniable and incontrovertible truth. "It's true! I saw her with my own eye, I did! A young vixen, hair almost the shade of the blood she spilled, she hid in my house over there!" Another man from the crowd overheard the conversation, pointing over towards a lone house overlooking the port riddled with bodies of the dead. "Alright! Alright. Half of you, keep control of that man and the crowd, the rest of you with me and we'll go investigate. But I expect you not to do anything unruly, Mr. Turner, nor that of your friend here. Understood?" Norrington commanded, not waiting for an answer, dispatching half of his men to file out towards Claire's location. Vincent remained there still as a statue, staying to support Naminé provided she had broken out of Felix's grip to seek shelter behind him or scatter off towards one of their approaching allies, but keeping an eye on everything in the immediate area to see how the events would unfold. Well, it looked like the entire port town save the governor and his daughter had shown up, and the truth had been revealed to all about who really was to blame and for what. With the town in favor of the Light, turned against the actions of the Dark who's consequences they now had to answer to an riled peace-abiding populace. Question was, what would happen next, now the battle for world order had interestingly enough been revealed to the public eye, would order be respectfully maintained to sort out this matter of law or would the battle ensue despite it? --- Abilities used: First action: Attempted to knock Felix off Namine with a single accurately-place bullet, shooting him where the left shoulder connects the upper arm with Blast Machine Gun. Blast Machine Gun: Vincent can summon this weapon as a attack, and it is instantly dismissed the moment after it is used. Unlike his Griffon machine gun however, the Blast Machine Gun fires at a slower rate, but with the advantage it's bullets can inflict Knockback to an enemy which can send them flying into a nearby wall, floor or surface for extra combo damage. Duration of Knockback: One post. Cooldown once used: Once per following post. Cooldown after switching: Three posts. Second action: Switched guns to Hydra, shooting three bullets as a shooting combo in total, one at Felix's scalp and two at his elbow joints. Hydra: Dubbed for his long-range rifle with sniper capabilities, Hydra can be summoned to his hands to shoot from a long distance. If paused to aim precisely at his target, the bullet can be ricocheted off the flat surfaces of the environment for creative shooting. Can be interrupted while he is charging. Duration: One post for off-the-hip shot, two posts to charge for a ricochet shot. Cooldown after use: Once per following post. Cooldown after switching: One post. Currently on cooldown: Blast Machine Gun use - One/Next round. Blast Machine Gun availablity for switching - Three rounds. Hydra use - One/next round.

[atrb=style, font-family: Garamond; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000 ; border: 1px groove #FF0000; color: 2f405e; opacity: 0.9; padding: 10px;] TAGGED: Claire, Naminé, Felix, Emblem, Zack, Yazoo. MUSIC LYRICS: Comeback by Redlight King. CREDIT GOES TO: Hana of OTE AND BS + Jawn's tutorial

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Emblem has been removed from the Raid for not posting within four days.

Zack Fair is next to post in the thread. He has four days.

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Claire Lovelace and Felix have been removed from the Raid for missing this month’s Activity Check.

The Light has won Port Royal!


Since Namine, Vincent, Zack Fair and Yazoo have won, they are awarded 100 munny that will be automatically added to your accounts for use in the Ability/Equipment Upgrade Shop. Congrats!