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Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2013 5:01:31 GMT -5
Plot Mission: Keyblade Graveyard [Closed] KEYBLADE GRAVEYARD Is it a Tornado? A Sandstorm? NO! IT'S FLOATING KEYBLADES? Wait, are there invisible people there having sword fights? Probably not. But someone might want to go there and stop the fight. Make Peace, not war!
How can one begin to describe a badlands that was the epicenter of not only a great war of keyblades, but the deepest rage and sorrow? This world had once been like any other world, teeming with life, until the Keyblade War came. Aqua's, Terra's and Ven's story was only the last in a harrowing tale of power and loss that had been woven here, as the clashing of keyblade of Light and Darkness came together in immature attempts to forge the X-blade. Similar white shockwaves like the one that had been created when it had been shattered tore across the surface of the world, and rendered it asunder down to it's very earthen crust. But that only seemed to suggest the creation of the Badlands, not the man-made hints of utter heart-wrenching desolation and lament that lay scattered in ruin under the sands of time.
If the surface of the world were a reflection of the world's heart, it would have been emotionally scarred just as deeply as it was physically scarred, the pain and suffering of past events laid out for all to see. On one tall pillar of canyon rock, a large concave hole had been blasted clean through it's surface, of what must have been some gargantuan and devastating magic almost turning it into swiss cheese. Beneath it lay what could only be described as a splash of jagged rocks, as if something - or someone - had crashed into the earth and the stone surface beneath it had spilled out over the crater and frozen there in time. Another crater dwarfed it nearby in comparison as one neared the Keyblade Graveyard, as if another titanic explosion had blasted away the surface cleanly much like the one in the canyon wall, joined by two smaller craters that made them resemble the symbol that one would familiarize themselves with the infamous Mouse King. Eventually, through the realistic gallery of carved and demolished earth, the path snaking through the bottom of a canyon lead to the source of the disturbance that had scared off the petitioner - the Keyblade Graveyard itself.
If one could not understand how the smashed rubble and world-made potholes had come to be, a clearer understanding could soon be seen once the stray duststorms had settled. Stretching for at least a good few miles, as the canyon opened out to a badlands mesa, thousands upon thousands of keyblades lay as if tombstones, lifeless of both sentience of magic and their masters they had chosen. They had been formed, perhaps crafted by a master architect of twisted design and perhaps cruel irony, into a crossroads intersection. Covered in fine layers of dust, row upon row of keyblade was stabbed into the sand, only contrast in tones of black, white, and shades of grey left behind. As if their former life had been drained to leave behind tones of light and darkness, forces of good and evil that had originally clashed with them. The graveyard was not clean - shards of hilts, handles and blades were scattered everywhere, leaving the impression there had been more than one originally thought than the ones that had been left standing. A eerie howling wind swept through, blowing in the wind pieces of cloth that had been tied to the hilts and handles of the keyblades, all of varying and unique design.
It all painted a very forlorn and perhaps forewarning picture, the past casting a shadow upon of what was to come in the future, and perhaps of those that had been here previously that had the power to craft such a landscape. If one could stop to look at the keyblades and perhaps the shape of the crossroads they formed, one could reflect from it of the people who had been here in the past, of what the fate of this world could mean for other worlds and the people who lived within them, and possibly even of their own morality, mortality, and fate. But there was one thing for sure - as the howling wind died down and left nothing but absolute deafening silence, there was no movement, no sound that any of the blades had been moving or had a life of their own. Had the petition been false, just a rumor, a trick of the eye whispering away in the wind? Or there was something else here they could be missing, if one investigated the area, and simply stopped to listen to the world around them...
Posting Order: Alonzo, Night, Angeal, Mission Mod
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Post by bark on Mar 5, 2013 23:36:11 GMT -5
Alonzo did not want to be here.
The savage didn’t like to be at most places, truth be told, for various reasons, but the moment rough, dirt-caked feet and palms settled upon the surface of this planet, a chill ran down his powerful spine, and instantly, he felt weak. All you had to do was look at the world to see how barren and deserted it was to understand that life had no place on this planet, but to Alonzo, it gave him an even worse reaction; he could feel something wrong about this place, as if the eyes of dead men were burrowing holes in the back of his head, judging him. He could feel invisible blades gouge marks in his flesh, and terrible magics burn deeply to his bones. He could feel hate, loathing, despair over a futile cause pierce into his heart, and remind him just how pathetic he really was. And, of course, he could almost see it; the horror of war.
This place reminded him far too much of home.
For the moment, it was Alonzo who walked the path to of the canyon alone, and the only sound he was met with was the repetitious stomp of the balls of his feet and his calloused palms touching the lifeless land of this realm, and almost cringing with each contact with dead land. His sense of smell was keen, just as ever, and he followed the smell of death that hung around this planet like a stench, searching for where it was strongest. He heard the allegation, from the shadows above the normal, mortal men who still had the ability to live the life he so desperately craved, of some odd phantoms stirring in this land, moving ancient blades that should not be moved. So, Alonzo was the first on the task, searching to see if these phantoms were real, or just fancies of an idle mind.
But a few moments on this world, and Alonzo was certain those phantoms were real. However, where were they? He could not be sure...
...until he found the graveyard.
Stretching to the horizon were those swords the men mentioned, spanning as far as the eye could see, stabbed into the desert sands. Old weapons, Alonzo could tell; they were rusted and well worn from fruitless battles. However, these were not blades of ordinary make, the savage realized, as he slowly approached the monument to war; each and every single one of these blades, despite having similar elements, similar functional design, was unique, in it’s own way. They reminded him much of another weapon...
In a dimly-lit flash, a weapon materialized to the savage’s outstretched hand; the Path to the Forest, his keyblade appeared in his clawed clutch, and one quick glance at his weapon, and another back at the graveyard, and Alonzo realized that these blades, they were...
“K-...K-...Key-blades...”
The word was old, nostalgic on the savage’s scarred tongue. He had heard it once before, used by the tree man, the Mage of the Key, who saved his life, all that time ago. However, this was... unexpected. Alonzo used to believe that their was but one Key to Survival in all of existence, and he wielded it. Then, he met Night, that boy Keyblader, and learned that no, there were more of these weapons out there in the cosmos. He never expected this much more.
Eventually, Alonzo took to the path between the countless rows of Keyblades, and began to walk down that desert road, examining the various weapons that continued to degrade before his black eyes. As he marched along, contemplative and cold, a chilling thought crossed his mind; was the influence of his home world, the Dark Woods, stronger than he thought? Were these weapons born on his world, then scattered throughout the universe, causing more and more warfare? Or was it in reverse; did the Woods get one of these blades from the stars above, but missed the call to join this massive battle, focusing instead on their petty squabbles on the homefront? He could never be sure.
And, truth be told, he did not want to be sure. He did not want to think of home.
But how could he not? How could he not think of the Dark Woods when saw this gruesome sight, this marker for the countless dead? It was as if he was there once more, blitzing across the battlefield paved in black earth, ripping the throats of men and women out with his bare claws once more, all while backed by a symphony of death and destruction that made the kind heart weep, and the cruel one desperate for more of that dreadful din to sate the madness that writhed within.
Sometimes, more often than not, Alonzo knew both those hearts well.
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Sometimes, more often than not, Alonzo found it difficult to believe he deserved life for what he had done.
A low sigh escaped Alonzo as he continued his march, examining these blades for signs of movement, so he could crush it as quickly as he could. The sooner this work was done, the sooner he could leave and continue his repentance, and right now, that was the only fact keeping him from joining these blades in their silent slumbers.
”O-ver soon,” Alonzo muttered, yet he did not sound like he believed his own words. “Alonzo bu-ry ghosts. Then, o-ver soon.”
And oh, how wrong, he was.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2013 5:14:10 GMT -5
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✖ DREAMS TURN INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. TAGS Mission PeepsNOTES This is me trying and failing xD Another day and yet another world that felt very off to him. Every since he received this responsibility of being a keyblader, Night has been able to sense if there was something off about a place. Which was no different here as he landed on the barren land and releasing his shield that covered not only himself but the SOLDIER Angeal. The two had met in Agraba as well as on a hunting mission awhile back and just because he got himself in just a bit of trouble with the guard and reading the paper wrong the guy insisted he needed help. He did not! He was perfectly fine on his own.... well sort of. He had insisted to travel with him and Night only agreed to it because he felt he could show this guy that he didn't need him around.
"There's something wrong here," the boy couldn't help but point out as he looked around at the waste land. That was an understatement of course. Everything about this place was wrong considering what had happened here. The deaths of many keybladers according to Master Eraqus. He has been here before for training with him, though now was for another reason. Though he couldn't pick up exactly what it was. Not really waiting for any questions from the swordsman the young teen ran to the grave site of thousands of keybladers the sand storms slowing him down some but he would not allow mere sand to stop him, he has been through much worse.
Night finally stopped running once he reached the site, his breathing hard as he coughed a bit due to some sand caught in his throat. Despite coming here once before he still felt a sadness for the people who had fallen here. Keybladers all like him who had died trying to create some x-blade or whatever. It was a sad sight to see but he could tell there was something wrong here, he saw the battle scars that were on this world some he was pretty sure weren't there before. Though then again he was to focused on the keyblades that were stabbed into the ground to really look around than the condition of the rest of the world.
"Best keep our guard up," he spoke to himself and Angeal if the man decided to follow him, maybe this would be his chance to show him that he didn't need a babysitter is there really was something wrong here. He walked down the path that keyblades seemed to have made before noticing another in the distance. It took a moment but blue eyes widen in recognition as he saw the familiar man. "Alonzo!" he called out to the animal looking man with a wave, maybe he knew what was going on here and could explain the off feeling about this place.
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Post by angealala on Mar 14, 2013 17:42:10 GMT -5
He couldn't escape it.
No matter what the once-Soldier did, he couldn't seem to escape his fate alongside a keybearer. There were worse fates, though, he argued with himself. Angeal had run into an aquaintence of his, Night, on the world called Agrabah. After the two had avoided further troubles with the guards there, they had taken some time to catch up. Previously, they had gone on a mission together, and Angeal had gotten a good glimpse at Night's still-developing power. The honorable Soldier's instinct as a teacher drew him to pay close attention to Night as they traveled together, and he saw .. potential. Strong potential. However, Night was rather unfocused, and sometimes cocky. The young teenager needed a bit of polishing around the edges, whether or not he realized it.
Night had mentioned his next destination, and the white-winged Soldier insisted on coming along. He wasn't sure why he felt so drawn to watch after this teenager. Perhaps it was because of his limited knowledge about keyblades, and those who wielded them. Night would be in constant danger, and his job was much too large for someone so young. That and, in a way, Angeal himself may have been suffering from a sort of empty-nest syndrome. There were little aspects here and there about Night that reminded him so much of another, previous pupil.
Regardless, Angeal traveled with Night to a place with a name as haunting as it's appearance; the Keyblade Graveyard.
As the two landed, the Soldier made observations in his head. The desolate landscape, completely devoid of life. The howling of an empty wind, carrying nothing but dust and dirt. It was a depressing scene; a world, it seemed, not meant to host life ever again. Angeal let Night travel on ahead of him, and his boots slowly kicked up dirt from the land as he walked. Most men would look at this, and see only with their eyes. As he walked along and let his mako blue eyes scan the battle scars of the landscape, Angeal .. saw, much more. He saw desperation. Pain. Sorrow. And as he caught up with Night at the end of the path, and witnessed the massive amount of keyblades, rusting into the landscape, Angeal saw the final piece that was attempting to leech it's way into his boots.
Death.
If he'd been a lesser spiritual man, it may have taken his breath away. What an awful sight.
"Agreed. Stay focused, Night," Angeal agreed with his companion as they continued along down a path through the graveyard. He glanced over the landscape again, eying each rusting keyblade as they passed it. Each one had a story to tell; one that, unfortunately, no one would ever get to hear. Still, though, as they made their was through this world, Angeal found himself agreeing with Night's first observation. Something was very .. off about this place. Yes, it was a battlefield where many seemed to have died, but the Soldier had been to those before. This was ... different, somehow.
Night called out to the only other living creature on the planet, and Angeal scolded himself for not having noticed the ... Wait. What exactly was he? As the being came into view, the Soldier couldn't help but stare. Before him was a beast of a man, littered with scars and stitches, looking like he may have just come crawling out of Hojo's lab. But, if Night knew him, he had to be .. alright. Angeal scolded himself for staring as long as he had, and nodded to Alonzo in recognition. Introductions could come in a bit, after they had each had time to settle into this forlorn landscape.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2013 18:49:17 GMT -5
(OOC: The posting order has been placed, as above. You each have 96 hours or four days to reply after the person before you has, and if you miss this once, you will be penalized and have your turn skipped. If you miss it twice, you will be removed from the mission; sorry, the mission's rules, not mine.) There was a metalic rustling somewhere behind Angeal and Night, like a amplification of jiggling keys, but as soon as they were registered the iron and rust windchimes were silenced.
The air between Angeal, Night and Alonzo waved and bent out of shape; this was common in most worlds which had intense humidity, where the layered swell of heated air would produce a heat haze or shimmer similar to that of a mirage. And from this phenomenom, images began to distort and focus into reality.
The first of that was a young man standing in the middle of the crossroads, looking away into the distance, before he turned his head towards someone entering. That someone turned out to be a young woman, who passed straight through where Angeal was standing, further re-enforcing the concept that what was playing out before them all was some kind of optical illusion. She stopped before the younger man, eyes looking at the ground, pausing before looking up at him with saddened blue eyes. She was unique in that she had blue armor and clothing, and short, blue hair.
"I was told... the Master was struck down."
The young man gasped slightly, as if in shock or surprise. Further more at that she had heard of the news, rather than he did not know of it, as his next words heavily implied. He looked down at the ground with blue eyes of his own, brown spiky hair and bangs flowing down to his neck, covered in charcoal black and brown armor.
"Yes... that's right. I was stupid and helped Xehanort do it."
The young woman gasped as well, this time in sincere surprise, but the young man continued as the gravity of the situation continued to weigh down upon them like a painful burden.
"The Master... he tried to hurt Ven. I only fought because I wanted to protect him." the young man justified his actions with some guilt, looking up into the far horizon.
The young woman sighed, looking away back into the earth.
"But I was tricked. Xehanort set the whole thing up - " His fist curled tightly as body language read anger. "All so he could awaken the darkness inside of me." He turned to look at the young woman, the anger washing away but for the briefest of moments. "You were right, Aqua - and so was the Master. I did need to be watched. I went astray - but no more." he made his ultimatum, frowning in self-conviction.
The young woman, now identified in name as Aqua, looked sadly down in contemplation, he thoughts hooked on the moment Terra has displayed his fury. "What else is darkness but hate and rage?" she questioned Terra, not directly looking at him, perhaps out of pain of what the young man was being blindly lead into. "Xehanort is feeding the dark fires within you - making you fight. You'll go astray again." Finally, her glance cast upwards, looking at him. "Tell me - how does that honor our Master's memory, Terra?"
Her question was left unanswered, as the young man named Terra looked from her towards another approaching figure, who passed through Alonzo as if he was never there. A young boy who had spiky blond hair and armor of greenish-goldhue, clothes of contrasting black, grey, red and white. "Xehanort wants me to and Vanitas to fight, and make some kind of "x-blade." The young man spoke, as Aqua stepped next to Terra to address him, the young man's eyes also blue but unable to look them in the eye. "But the Master said we can't let that happen. And he tried to destroy me for it." His words defined the true premise behind their gathering, but tone was full of the deepest sorrow.
"x-blade?" Aqua repeated the name, which was pronounced more like 'key-blade' or 'chi-blade' with a silent h, rather than the literal spelling of the word.
"I still don't know exactly what it is." The young man shook his head, closing his eyes as he did so as if in self-doubt. He raised his hand to cover his heart. "But... it scares me to death. Even just the thought of it."
Terra stepped forward and put a hand on the young boy's shoulder. "Relax, Ven." he mollified, putting a name to the last of the trio's faces. "We're here and we're going to take care of you." Aqua stepped forward to close the space to complete a huddle of the three, who seemed rather close by observation if it was not obvious by now.
"I may have to fight Vanitas after all. If I do, I want you to-"
"The three of us can never be torn apart, all right?" Terra cut off his last words, reassuring him. "I'll always find a way."
Aqua knelt down and without words to convey her emotions, tried to look Ven in the face, placing a hand on Ven's cheek.
"I'm asking you, as a friend ..." Ven reiterated, pulling Aqua's hand away, then Terra's from his shoulder as he looked to the side. Finally, to show he was serious, he looked at them both. "... just, put an end to me."
Terra and Aqua's only reply was course breathing, Aqua crossing her hands on her chest. There was no further discussion between them, as suddenly from another direction in the crossroads a dark wind came, the three of them turning to see perhaps another familiar being to the audience witnessing this. An old balding man, dressed in black more than white, his goatee the color of the latter and eyes as amber as of a Heartless in the deepest darkness. Hands folded behind his back, he smiled at the trio, as instantly a shadowy silhouette slid out from his shadow behind him. A masked boy clad in red and black armor, and holding a keyblade, walked alongside what could only be his master confidently towards the gathering at the center of the crossroads. There was something odd about the black and white keyblade the boy held, as if the young man was not correctly holding it within his grasp. The older man, which out of all of them Night could identify as Master Xehanort, stretched his arm out to encompass the graveyard of keys. His presence there indicated that this, indeed, were events being played out from the past by some unknown source.
"Behold. These lifeless keys, used to be full of power - united with the hearts of their masters. On this barren soil, Keyblades of light and darkness were locked in combat... as a great Keyblade War raged." the Master spread his arms out with enthusiasm, his tone reflecting his body language with intrigue.
"Countless Keyblade wielders gave up their lives. all in search of one, ultimate key. And it will soon belong to me..." He pointed, until his finger directed squarely at Ven. "...x-blade."
That was enough to provoke a grunt from the trio, as they patted a circular image on their shoulder armor, and in a burst of light they were covered head to toe in individual suits of colored armor.
Ven attempted to step forward, but Terra pushed past him by grabbing his shoulder and running forward towards the two dark figures. All at once another war between keyblades had started, Terra leaping into the air and Master Xehanort making a simple upwards wave, erupting a pillar of earth beneath the earthen warrior. The man slid painfully across the surface of the spell from the ground, looking upwards as Master Xehanort and his apprentice rose above them on another pillar they were standing on. Master Xehanort could be heard chuckling in amusement as he weaved another gesture of fingers in the air, throwing a palm the trio's way.
The spell he had cast plucked the keyblades from the graveyard, becoming a living snake of keyblades that stormed towards Aqua and Terra. "Ven!" Aqua called in warning as the masked boy jumped onto the stream of keyblades, Ven reacting too late as he was barreled over by the sheer force of the storm. The coil weaved through the plateau battlefield and knocked Terra off balance and off his platform, buried keyblades beneath the surface rising and catching Aqua by surprise, as she fell with such impact it created a crater beneath her. Her helmet either destroyed or summoned away, Ven ran to her side regardless as she wasn't moving.
"Aqua!"
Tougher than she looked, the Keyblade Master propped herself up painfully, her arm holding a newly summoned keyblade pointing behind her as she cast a spell. "Terra!"
A Barrier was shielded around Terra, currently being bombarded with the Storm of Keyblades, halting them against a spherical prison before an explosion shattered them both, Master Xehanort chuckling loudly at the sight. Terra yelled as he painfully slid across the transparent image of the illusional pillar of earth that had formed beneath Master Xehanort's feet, which was now slowly lowering down back to ground level, the dark master bearing forth his own jagged, dark keyblade. The keyblade floated through his grasp strangely enough for only a second, before Ven emerged behind Xehanort with a leaping slash, which passed through the air he had been standing in only second before. The old man reappeared behind Ven, grasping the young boy in mid-air around his helmet, who flailed helplessly.
"Ven!" Terra shouted in concern, but before he could leap forward to free the boy, another storm of keyblades erupted from beneath and blew him away as he screamed in aggrevation and anguish.
The masked boy landed next to his master, calmly and confidently watching the other armored keybladers suffering at his master's wrath.
"Ven!" Aqua also cried out, a dark power bursting forth through Xehanort, before Ven was frozen solid. Carelessly and quite callously, the senior keyblade Master dropped the boy over the edge to shatter, which was prevented only by Aqua catching and sliding with him as he hit the ground.
Within his gloved palm, Master Xehanort conjured a sphere of some unique magic, which bolted upward to the cloudy sky above. There was a flash of what was like thunder, before the clouds parted, and out shone like a blue heart-shaped moon a illusion of the false Kingdom Hearts.
The projections of Ven and Aqua faded away into the wind, and the pillar upon which Terra was now standing was the middle of the crossroads, facing the old man and his masked apprentice. Their images were slowly beginning to fade, no longer opaque, their presences translucent... save for their keyblades.
"Admirably done. I knew this was a journey you could make - over the unseen wall that divides darkness and light." The elderly keyblade wielder spoke to Terra, his arms once again resting concietedly behind him, or could be seen straight through him since he was becoming gradually transparent. He once again spread his arms out before him in malicious glee, as a devious toothy grin spread out across his face. "And I was not wrong, Terra!"
"My friend, Ven - you tell me, Xehanort - what did you do to him?" Terra demanded as he too was fading in solidarity, one hand balling into a fist of fury again as the other summoned a decrepit and rusty-looking keyblade.
"Why, I did him a favor and freed the darkness inside of him. Alas, poor Ventus never had the fortitude for such trials." The aged man now confirmed as Master Xehanort acknowledged what Ven had said earlier, arms folding behind him once again as he summoned a jagged keyblade, but by now Night could possibly tell this was not the real Master Xehanort's keyblade if he had ever seen it wielded before.
"XEHANORT!!" Terra bellowed in contempt, his image and voice now completely fading away, as well as that of the dark keyblade bearers. All that remained in the center of the crossroads were revealed to be the keyblade Terra was holding, a keyblade that looked a lot like Sora's Kingdom Key, Master Xehanort's keyblade which was a rusted End of Pain keyblade, and Vanitas's Keyblade which was a heavily faded and worn Unbound. This would explain the clues of why the keyblades everyone was holding appeared to float within their master's grasps, as they were not illusionary keyblades, but real lifelessones that had integrated themselves with the scene as if self-possessed. Not a far notion to grasp, considering the keyblade itself had a semi-sentience enough to chose their wielders.
The keyblades then clashed, the Kingdom Key and End of Pain locking blades as they floated in midair, as if by invisible wielders. The Unbound struck the Kingdom Key when it pushed away from End of Pain, indicating it had been a two-on-one fight back then, or in the present now as the haunted keyblades collided with the gritty sound of rust and steel.
To make matters worse, from beneath Night's feet the storm of keyblades erupted, conjured by unearthed keyblades and attempting to either entrap the young keyblade wielder within the jagged metal serpent, or fling him completely up into the air to smash into him and his friends.
In which it was now spiraling towards the latter, towards first Alonzo and then Angeal, the fierce gale pushing them through the air now crashing down upon them malevolently.
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Post by bark on Mar 17, 2013 23:56:19 GMT -5
And so, Alonzo was confronted with more... complications.
His focus was entirely on the graveyard, examining each and every blade, taking in each and every detail. None quite looked like his own, the Path of the Forest, and this did surprise him, slightly; so many Keys of Survival, and yet the details were always so varied, the only constant being the iconography of the key embedded in each blade’s design. Who could forge so many of these weapons, he wondered? Was their a forgotten god he knew not of, a forger, who had built these tools and sent them out to be used as weapons of destruction? Perhaps, perhaps... it was the only reasonable explanation he could conjure, at this junction...
The Path to the Forest was caught in his clutch as he walked, searching for answers in the keys, for signs of the phantoms, when he called to him; Night. Alonzo turned his gaze to stare at the small, fragile looking child he met in that town of bells, another keyblade wielder. They left amicably, for the most part, although Alonzo favored the boy not. He remembered how he reacted at the sight of his terrifying visage, and it soured his opinion of the boy. However, of all the people Alonzo had met in his time, Night was the one he currently tolerated the most. It’d be fair to say he was likely the closest to a friend the savage had.
Alonzo nodded brusquely at the boy, and turned his body to him, sitting on his haunches in that primal stance of his. Black eyes looked him up and down; he was still so... thin, and frail. However, a light danced in his eye, and he had skill with a blade. The savage knew not to underestimate him.
However, Night was not alone, followed by another man, much older and much more muscular, closer in frame to Alonzo, although by comparison, his complexion was riddled with much less scars. He had an intelligent brow and a noble look, and the savage began to believe he had a familial relation to the young Keyblader almost instantly, yet the savage quickly took a dislike to him when he noticed his stare was firmly planted on Alonzo, and his many, many wounds, stitched and sewn to hell and back. The savage looked into his eyes, and saw that kindness lingered there, but right now, all he saw was the mortification at his physical appearance present in the broad man’s gaze. He glared right back at him as he stared, until the broad man finally realized he was staring at Alonzo, and stopped. The scarred keyblader took notice, and looked back at the younger warrior. He was... quick to make assumptions.
“Night... this... father?” Alonzo asked, gesturing rudely to the ebony-haired swordsman. “Tell Night-father stop looking at Alonzo. Or else.” His words were laced with a subtle anger, his sharp teeth shining, even in this place, as he revealed his claws. He was not taking a shine to this world, nor man, not at all.
But, that would be settled later. Alonzo began to encircle the pair, looking them up and down, like they were prey. Usually, the savage loathed speaking, but there was no avoiding it. He figured they were here for a similar reason to his own.
“So... Night and Night-father... heard of phan-toms, yes? Graveyard blades move, no man hold. Voice in sands. Souls in sha-dows.”
He growled as he stared at this world, it’s dead sands, and he summoned his blade to his hand, gripping it tight in his bandaged grip.
“Ghost should be in grave. Alonzo fix, slay ghost a-gain. Fix e-ver-y-thing. Then, leave... hell behind. Night and Night-father help, yes? Alonzo guess that why here?”
His critical gaze returned to the pair, his eyes cold and impartial. He cared not what they answered him with. He just wanted to know now rather than later.
However, something very... odd, happened. Images began to flicker between them, first of a man, then of a woman, and then a boy. Alonzo merely stared as this illusion began to arise from nothing, with a confused gaze. He followed the shapes, slashing at them with his claws, yet they did not react. They were not ghosts, but rather mirages, yet they seemed very much real, in that this was no trick of the mind. Still, they could not harm them...
Yet even then, when the bald man and his... ‘apprentice’ appeared, just as ghostly as the original trio, Alonzo couldn’t help but growl pensively. The essence of this place unsettled him, and these simulacrum of age old events, particularly of the bald man, who had... such an awful look to him. The masked boy, too... such hate, such loathing.
From what he could ascertain, a... Terra, killed his master, who also taught the girl... Aqua, and the boy Ventus. Then, something about the Ventus boy and another boy named Vanitas, who were ordained by a Xehanort to fight to make the x-blade...
It sounded like a load of crock.
What kind of nonsense was this? A blade forged from battle was a thing of children’s tales, and Alonzo was no child. His gaze seemed more annoyed than interested when this Xehanort, the bald man, and Vanitas, the masked boy, took the stage. To him, all he saw were delusioned men, searching for a fairy tale... and it seemed that an entire “Keyblade War” sprung over this fairy tale. That would explain so much... the depths men sank to, when they were desperate...
Alonzo scoffed, harshly, as he watched the events unfurl and devolve to a battle. He watched the bout with uninterested eyes as he crudely commentated.
“Stupid man... fight for stu-pid thing... hurt boy, hurt girl, hurt man, for sto-ry...”
He almost turned away, but then he saw the images vanish, yet their blades of the elderly master, the Terra, and the masked boy, were still suspended in the air... and still fighting. Alonzo almost grinned at that, as he realized that there were his phantoms. He brought the handle of his keyblade to his maw and bit on it, trapping it in his shining teeth, ensuring nothing would ever take it from him. He reared himself into a battle stance.
“Heh... phan-toms... come, must put to rest, Night and Night-father...”
But, before he could move to assault, he heard it. The sounds of old rust and steel...
A serpent of steel blades erupted under Night, and quickly, Alonzo grabbed at Night’s wrist before he could be taken too far away, and pulled him from the serpent’s rush. A low growl was emitted from him as he glared down at the boy he cradled in his arms. In any other, less aggressive soul, one would look at this vulnerable child and try to protect him. However, Alonzo was far from a good mood. He again scoffed, and tossed the child over to his ‘father’s’ arms, before focusing his attention on this malevolent entity that suddenly arose. What was that? Was it powered by some sort of spirit, a furious spectre seeking to harm the living?
Alonzo had little time to actually consider his options. The gale of weapons returned to crash into the savage and the Night-father, and the savage, trusting that the broad warrior had some sense, hoped he could avoid the easy encounter. Alonzo was fast, dodge-rolling to the side of the serpentine force, and just decided to glare at the storm of keys, angrily. What was this? A growl escaped him maw as he stared, and spoke through the key currently set in place by his jaws.
“What... e-ven... ha-ppen-ing?”
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✖ DREAMS TURN INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. TAGS Mission PeepsNOTES This is me trying and failing xD The young keyblader just nodded to Angeal in acknowledgement of what he had said his attention though soon being focused to Alonzo after calling out to him. "Father? What? No he's not that," he corrected, though now that he thought about it and gave Angeal a look he could see the similarities in which one could mistake them as father and son. Though Night didn't particularly like it because he knew his father, and he wasn't a good guy and he was not looking for any replacement for such a spot. Though whatever that did not matter. What mattered was the task at hand. "He doesn't like being looked at due to his..... looks" he told Angeal having to stop himself quickly from accidentally saying 'creepy looks.' Blue eyes just followed the creature as he circled them, he knew that he and Alonzo didn't particularly hit it off well when they met, but he tried not to judge them, and they fought heartless together so he felt he deserved more than being treated as prey. Though his thoughts about him disappeared once he spoke about what was wrong, "So that's the problem," he muttered softly before nodding to him, "Yeah we're here to help, though I'm not to sure one just what can be done." Before he could say anything else though suddenly images started to appear, to speak and it just made Night's eye widen in shock. Especially when two of the phantoms just passed through Angeal and Alonzo as if they weren't there. None of them were, not to these shadows. However who were they? He had not met these three before so what was their purpose there? Was the land, these keyblades... were they using some sort of power to show events that had once transpired here? Night listened in on the conversation going on about the fallen master, Xehanort, and most importantly the x-blade. He may not have known who these three were, but Xehanort was no stranger to him, nor his apprentice, Vanitas. Though he grew a bit confused as to why a fight between this 'Ventus' and Vanitas would create the x-blade. That was when a chilled dark wind came from behind him and Night turned just after the other three turned. "It's them..." Night couldn't help but mutter as he recognized the old man, and the masked boy with ease. However something was off, the keyblade the masked teen had was wrong. He has seen his true keyblade before in battle and the white and black keyblade he held was not it. The keyblade he owned was black with red accents why was he carrying something different now? Was it just that back then, back in the time all this took place they had different keyblades? ".....Graveyard blades move, no man hold....." Alonzo's words repeated in his head. Okay so these people were the phantoms from the past of however long ago this took place. Yet the keyblades were no phantoms. They were here, they were just being used by these shadows of the past right? However that left one big question, how were they to battle something that was not truely there? The phantoms had shown they couldn't be touched with the way the passed through the other two so were they to try and take down these blades some how? As far as he knew a keyblade could not be destroyed so how was this to be done? Though one thing was for sure as he watched the battle take on in front of him, Xehanort could not be trusted and needed to be taken down. A teacher he could have been for the darkness sure, but the man was also just evil inside. Distracted by the battle he did not notice the rubble underneath him right away, but by the time he realized it it was to late. Suddenly a storm of keyblades came up from underneath him and Night had no defense against them. He thought he was a goner and expected major pain, at least until his wrist was grabbed and he was pulled out of the line of fire before it was to late by the savage man no less. Great, this wasn't what he wanted, Night wanted to show he could take care of himself just fine yet this guy already had to save him. He shrunk under the savage's growl before giving an 'ooff' as he was tossed to Angeal, where he just pushed himself back to his own two feet. Seeing the tornado of keyblades coming at them all now Night wanted to prove he could help in this. He quickly summoned his keyblade ride and two of the wing blades went in front of them all and started to spin to create a shield. The young keyblader using his Slavic Shield to protect them from the onslaught of keyblades racing at them. "I do not understand why but the keyblades are back to life, though I think the more important question is how to stop it, for as far as I know Keyblades can't be destroyed," he answered Alonzo as he tried to think. "Maybe we can take control of the keyblades that started moving first?" he questioned to the others, for maybe if they could gain control of those keyblades that started it, they could gain control of the others? Keyblade Ride: Slavic Shield: |
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2013 4:16:21 GMT -5
As according to the Rules, Angeal has requested for a Extension. Angeal has two days from now (48 hours) to post. Rules.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2013 6:48:21 GMT -5
Angeal has failed to post during the 48 hours extension and will be penalized as consequence. If Angeal misses their turn one more time, they will be removed from the mission.
In a rush of keyblades, Night was pulled roughly to safety by Alonzo, while the other keyblader protected them all with his shield. Much like the battle where Aqua's Barrier stopped the Storm of Keyblades, when the same snake crashed and froze momentarily into Slavic Shield, there was a massive explosion. Keyblades went everywhere as the magical explosion rocked the area, some keyblades even breaking into rusted pieces and sent like bullets scattering every which way. Even though Night decided to shield everyone with the Slavic Shield, Angeal wasn't so lucky. Because he hadn't been quick enough to react to the initial appearence of the Keyblade Storm, a second one exploded upwards underneath his feet from the entombing sands, sweeping him off his feet and bombarding him with several hundred keyblades all at once. The storm picked him up and finally pushed him down into the earth within a row of keyblades into the crossroads, making a large-sized crater from the force of the blow much like it had done to Aqua. As the serpent of keyblades disbanded from it's assault on Angeal, the floating keyblades fighting began to have their masters re-materialize out of thin air, again in the same manner of the simmering heat out in in this blazing desert. The rusted Kingdom Key and the jagged End of Pain locked together, as Terra and Master Xehanort shimmered back into view holding them. Over Terra's shoulder, Master Xehanort looked at his mysterious dark apprentice. "Go take what Ventus owes you. And take Aqua's life."The dark apprentice went running, Terra pushing Master Xehanort off him, turning tail to pursue him. As Vanitas went diving down the cliff and out of sight of the illusion, Master Xehanort teleported himself in front of Terra, cutting off his path. Terra leaped back s Master Xehanort kept the same intense stare on him as he did his apprentice, one of steely determination. "Do you see how powerless you are to save them? Savor that rage and despair. Let it empower you!" he darkly tomented, spreading his arms once again. "You will pay, Xehanort!" Terra declared, as a dark aura began flaring up around and emcompassing him. "Was my master - no, my father, Eraqus not enough for you? Leave my friends alone!" he demanded. As if the Night-Father had not been enough. But it did not sound directly in the emotion of his voice that Eraqus was Terra's real father, his a father-figure. "Yes, that's it! More!" Master Xehanort taunted gesturing in the same way with fingers waving towards him before he called it off with a final wave of his hand. He held out his keyblade extended to the side as he encourage Terra to dwelve even deeper into his dark powers. "Let your whole heart blacken with anger!"Terra conceeded, and around him eruption of darkness blasted from the core of his being like vertical explosion of the most tainted energy. The two keyblades locked into battle again as their wielders faded out of sight again, and over on the other side of the crossroads a different image shimmered into view a spotlight had lit up on the other side of the stage.
A certain scarred young man appeared as he was thrown back from the force of Aqua, panting heavily as if most of his vitality had been exhausted, but he did not wield a key unlike the other spectures holding dead keyblades. "I keep forgetting - don't mess with keyblade wielders. But you know what? That just means I made the right choice!" he waved his arms before him as he exclaimed, a wicked grin plastered across his eyepatched face as Aqua charged towards him. "Well... he wanted me to buy time, and I'd say he got it." he commented cryptically before running off. "What?" Aqua exclaimed as she stopped, watching the associate of Master Xehanort run off, but then remembered her friend before turning arouund and exclaiming his name. "Ven!"Ven continued to struggle against his icy prison, suddenly crying out in alarm. "Aqua!"Above her, Vanitas dropped down from where he had tactically retreated from Terra's and Master Xehanort's battle. He flipped, and as Aqua realized Ven was looking up and followed his concerned gaze to above her, Vantias raised his keyblade and struck Aqua down from head to toe as he landed beside her. There was a gasp, a pause as time seemed to slow down as she leaned over to the side, before she finally fell to the ground as she was coldly struck down. Ven grunted in anguish as he continued to struggle, Vanitas standing over the now unconcious Aqua, the colorless Unbound pointing with tip down over her chest just above her heart. Vanitas tightened a two-handed grip on the keyblade to put more power behind his fatal blow, and just when it looked like he was about to kill her, there was a resolute cry of concern. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"Ice shattered, and Ven now stood up with a face contorted with absolute rage, facing Vanitas with his deathbow over the female keybarer. In the blink of an eye their figures faded as well as the two keyblades struck against each other in combat, but now the show had ended and reality began to sink in as the keyblade battles swung over towards the group. The ferocious battle between Terra and Master Xehanort swung blades over at Alonzo as the rusted Kingdom Key and End of Pain clashed, while the colorless Unbound and the entrance of a Way To Dawn of Ven's slashed over to night as their intense battled clashed together. The keyblades seemed to also be targeting, or perhaps confusing, Alonzo and Night in the battle as well as targetting each other in their absolute fury to re-enact the past and destroy one another in the Keyblade War. Angeal was not forgotten after his moment of recovery, as another Storm of Keyblades was conjured from keyblades ripped up from the Graveyard itself and teared down a destructive path, first targetting Angeal to catch him in his blade again but also eventually weaving to snap up Alonzo and Night as well. The keyblade storm did not come from underground this time... as broken keyblades from the keyblade storm littered across the desolate landscape, having snapped in twain from being so brittle and lifeless over time save for the current event. If those keyblades could be destroyed...
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Post by bark on Mar 29, 2013 23:34:18 GMT -5
Oh, this was only getting better, wasn’t it?
Night had shielded himself and the savage from the storm of keyblades. Unfortunately, the Night-boy’s father had not been so lucky. A second storm of blades arose from the ground and struck into the older warrior, knocked him far and away and brutally slammed into him with the full force of an oncoming storm. He was farther away than even Alonzo would like, despite his rather strong dislike of the man. They needed all the fighters of this brawl together, or else they would not last long.
They were being cordoned off by the serpent, he realized. Pushed away to make them weaker. They... it was almost like they were being hunted.
It was as if he was being hunted by the Three Beasts again...
Alonzo shook those memories away, growling a low, guttural roar. He did not need to remember, he did not need to remember. Ignore the Woods, ignore the hate and the pain, ignore the suffering you caused. Focus on keeping everyone alive. Quickly, Alonzo positioned himself behind Night, so they had complete view of the entire field, and spoke to him over his shoulder.
“Night stay with Alonzo. No separate. Strong to-ge-ther, weak a-part. Have to get blades...”
He then saw... something more. Another shape appeared in the field of battle; a scarred man, ugly and wicked looking. He had the brow of an intelligent man, and the smirk of a sinister one. Alonzo quickly did not like him.
He distracted the woman, the... Aqua-one, blue-haired lady. The friendly and wise looking one, motherly. He distracted her from the next monster to appear, a boy in a mask that struck at the warrior as she defended her Ven-child frozen by the old Xehanort-fool. This boy... he reminded him far too much of Alonzo... savage, cruel, bloodthirsty. Filled with darkness, and even in this illusory state, Alonzo could smell the musk of battle and blood. He... he was an intelligent monster, the worst kind. The one that could kill, and rationalize it.
Quickly, a new battle began between Aqua and this... masked boy, which eventually feel in the monster's favor. However, his blade arm was quickly met by the Ventus-child, and a new battle began, one that quickly escalated the hideous state of dissaray in this graveyard. And, now, they aimed at the living keyblade duo. The blades of the older fighting pair, of Terra and Xehanort, flew to Alonzo, while Night contended with the blades of the monster and the boy.
Alonzo went all on the defensive, parrying the strikes of Terra and Xehanort with intense difficulty. These, these were the strikes of seasoned warriors, and while Alonzo had seen plenty of war and killed hundreds of people by his own hands, he was no Keyblade master. He managed to barely make it out of the brawl with but a few scrapes. Night, he hoped, was just as lucky.
Then... more serpants of steel came... and Alonzo knew that he needed to use them to his advantage. Angeal needed to be protected, though, that came first. Using the Lover's Gale, Alonzo teleported away in a fog of shadow, and appeared next to the Night father. He grabbed his hand and, using his wider and bulkier frame, ran and quickly dragged him away from the storm, back to Night. They needed to act fast, though, fast fast fast, as the storm was weaving back to Alonzo and his young ally.
An idea sprung in his mind.
The keys, the keys, he saw some crumbling away... these Keyblades could be destroyed. And perhaps so could the ones possessed by the ghosts.
"NIGHT!" Alonzo growled, grabbing Night and moving them both out of the way of the serpant of swords, but not too far away. "Keys break, see, see? Alonzo and Night break keys moved by phan-toms... but need... power... height... Night-father! Night-father stay, no? Hurt..."
Without a word more, Alonzo nodded to the older man, and then grabbed Night's hand in one calloused grip, and then plunged his other hand into the storm. It hurt, it hurt, but he didn't care, he neeed, he needed... finally, Alonzo felt his fingers clutch a handle of one of the keys, and couldn't help but smile as the next part of his plan began.
Quickly, the pair took to the air, Alonzo clutching as hard as he could to Night's hand. He growled in pain, knowing that this was a foolish, foolish idea... but he had to try. As the storm weaved up, Alonzo stared down at the the fighting Keyblades, and smiled menacingly.
"Alonzo throw Night, and Night be strong destroy!" He roared over the hissing of the wind at his charge, and then, in his next move, he tossed Night down with as much power as he could possibly muster, down to the Keys of Vanitas and Ventus. Then, roaring a battle cry, Alonzo leaped off the keys and lunged at the Keys of the older men, and slammed into both of the Keys, intending to knock them down and pin them under his own weapon, hoping the shock would stop them, in some form.
"Night! More hurt, more hurt to phantoms!"
He hoped, with the element of surprise, they'd have the advantage... Action 1: Parried Terra and Xehanort's blades. Action 2: Used Lover's Gale to save Angeal. Action 3: Grabbed onto the Keyblade Storm with Night and lunged off, attempting to pin Terra and Xehanort's blades to the ground. (Bleh post, sorry, xD Hope this all makes sense! If not, PM me and I'll edit it.)
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2013 3:06:22 GMT -5
As according to the Rules, Night has requested for a Extension. Night has two days from now (48 hours) to post. Rules.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2013 3:48:24 GMT -5
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✖ DREAMS TURN INTO NIGHTMARES. OUR MEETING WAS A SPOILER BECAUSE HOWEVER YOU LOOK AT IT, THE ENDING WAS CLEAR. THE ILLUSION DIES AS TIME DRAGS ON. TAGS Mission PeepsNOTES I'M SORRY IF THIS SEEMS LAZY AT ALL The young boy struggled to keep the shield up as on impact the keyblades caused an explosion which he struggled to be sure that no damage would get past. One important factor caught his attention easily though, there were several keyblades that had shattered. They had broken on impact, who would have thought it to be possible? Keyblades were suppose to be indestructible or something weren't they? They were meant to be a special weapon yet several of them broke on contact with his shield. Was his and Alonzo's beyblades capable of breaking as well? One thing for sure, it was a nerve wreaking thought, which distracted him from again ignoring the signs of another keyblade bashing as now yet another raid of keyblades came from the ground and struck, "Angeal!" he cried out to his dad the SOLDIER. He put down his shield once the assault on him was over he was prepared to go where Angeal had been struck down in an attempt to heal him, however once again the keyblades had come to life again drawing his curiosity about the story that was going on making him stay for now. He watched in horror as Xehanort forced this Terra deeper and deeper into the darkness. Is this what would have happened if he had continued to train with the old man. Never had he been so grateful about not having to train with someone who could have taught him something useful. 'bastard,' he thought as the two faded into a tainted darkness and Alonzo came up behind him Night giving him a nod, "Right, no problem."He commented before he watched as now as the next memory took place and again blue eyes widen at the familiar sight. "That.. that's Xigbar," he spoke aloud in some shock to see him. This guy was aligned with the old man? But..... no this guy wasn't, he couldn't have been the Xigbar he met on that dark world. Dark attitude maybe, but he didn't seem evil. Sigh, so much for his judge of character. He was so wrong about these guys who else was he wrong about? Night continued to watch the scene of the keybladers attack one another and all this was just sick to take in, all this for nothing more that stupid 'x-blade.' He went on guard as he noticed the ghost keyblades coming at him and the other keyblader. Using the blades of his Keyblade Ride Night was able to deflect several of the strikes at him, though sadly not all of them as he still received several deep scratches from the keyblades, but he made himself ignore the pain. However there was still the question of how to strike back? "NIGHT!" "Huh?" he looked over to Alonzo as he called his name watching as he dragged Angeal with him before Night suddenly found himself being dragged along to trying and avoid the next wave of keyblades coming at him. "Wait I'm sorry what!?" he questioned not getting anything he was saying, his words just way to messed up. Though he allowed himself to be dragged around, Night using his ride to lift him up as Alonzo dragged him along, "What are you doing?" he yelled as Alonzo grabbed him then grabbed onto a keyblade in the wave that came at them. The young keyblader still allowing himself to be pulled along, now as he finally understood just what Alonzo was planning. Using his keyblade ride he starts to warm up his ride ready until finally he was thrown. With a battle roar of his own while he was thrown Night flew down at top speed as he activated his Malay Barrage that made Night disappear into a dill of energy using the speed not only from his ride, but the added momentum from the keyblade wave, and Alonzo's throw to give him a boost of power and speed and hopefully use his attack to destroy the two keyblades. Actions: Malay Barrage - CD 3:Keyblade Ride: Slavic Shield - CD 2: |
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2013 5:35:17 GMT -5
Angeal has been removed from the Mission for not posting within four days.
Mission Mod is next to post in the thread. He has four days.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2013 8:36:03 GMT -5
With the deafening roar of thousands of discarded keyblades clinking together, once Alonzo and Night had moved away from their defensive position around Angeal, it was too much for the non-keyblade wielder. The coil of keyblades came snaking around back on itself, down and swept up the former first-class SOLDIER at it's apex, slamming key after multiple key after multiple barrage of keyblade before finally slamming him up and away from the scene of the battle, knocking him out and depositing his unconcious form at the mouth of the canyon entrance to the graveyard. His failure to act in time had cost him. The last thing he probably saw of the events that unfolded were of skeleton keys hammering into his bruised and possibly wounded muscular body.
Which left only the two keybladers now, Alonzo getting a great idea to use the keyblade storms against the keyblades, as he risked his hand within the storm of keyblades to grab a handle. Pulling Night along, the beast man lunged at the master-level keyblades to pin them down, but such an action would not hold them for long. They disappeared from under Alonzo and reappeared in light and darkness, as if re-summoned by their master's hands, and as if to strike against each other went at a upwards x-slash at him from either side. There was a blast of ice magic from the End of Pain keyblade, and the Kingdom Key struck down into the earth and sent a blast of spiked rock along the ground, Alonzo caught in the crossfire. The End of Pain Keyblade dug into the earth for a moment, then Master Xehanort's and Terra's forms returned.
But before this happened, happening at the same time, the Unbound and the Way to Dawn keyblade clashed and fought with Night's Keyblade ride as the metal blades clashed with each other. As Night pushed in with the momentum from the Storm of Keyblades, both blades parried and pushed at the blows to deflect them, and lifted away to come back and strike again when Night did, as if in unison. Chips came away from their keyblades, to show Night's progress had been successful in it's course, however. Then, when the assault had finished, the two keyblades turned on each other and did battle again. Eventually the Way to Dawn keyblade made a final strike of light, before the Unbound sunk to the ground, as Vanitas rematerialized to show defeat as Ventus stood over him.
"You've done it, Ventus." Vanitas stood up, his keyblade disappearing, and also... the mask that was concealing his face. "Now that my body is about to perish..." he began, the visor of energy dissolving to reveal a face of black hair and amber eyes, but one that could possibly be hauntingly familiar. "...You and I will have to join together!" Ventus reacted with a gasp at the unmasking as a very large dark aura emerged out from Vanitas, streaking along the ground to form a circle around Ventus. "The x-Blade will be forged!" From that circle of darkness, blue blurs shot out and wrapped around Ventus to completely restrain him, looking like Heartless but with red slanted eyes. "The Unversed... come from you?" Ventus grunted, clearly moving to free himself but had literally no room to do so.
More of these 'Unversed' began to emerge out of the darkness swarthing out of Ventus, each with strange forms of verious sizes, but all of them having the same, red slanted eyes. "It happened when you and I were split in two." Ventus began to self-monologue, as more and more of the creatures spilled out of him like water from a broken dam. "They are what I feel - a horde of fledgling emotions under my control." he continued to explain, as the massive Trinity Armor loomed as the largest and toughest-looking of all the Unversed behind him, but he walked away from it towards the bound Ventus until he stopped before him. "I released them in all the worlds I could, hoping to lure you away from home and isolate you from your Master. We needed to make you stronger. The Unversed were the perfect opponents. And better yet, no matter how many times you defeat them..." A tendril of darkness connected his darkness to the large aura of darkness surrounding the Unversed, and just as quickly as they flooded out, the Unversed were sucked back in easily as if an extension of Vanitas himself. "Their negativity flows right back into me. You never stood a chance against us, Ventus." The unmasked boy simply walked into Ventus and his Unversed, and instantly there was a large flash as a orb of light surrounded them both, which then quickly expanded into a explosion which shook and cracked the earth beneath, blowing Aqua's unconcious body away. Ventus craned his head to the sky as he screamed, a pillar of light clearing away the orb and streaking heavenwards, energy snaking around it as the transformation began.
Over by Alonzo, first Master Xehanort's and Terra's figures started to show and reanimate from thin air, Terra walking confidently as Master Xehanort knelt down and leant on in support his keyblade. He was breathing coursely and heavily, as expected of a elderly man his age, a sign Terra had exhausted him in their battle. Suddenly the same pillar of light that had been created from Ven's and Vanitas' forging appeared, and the dark master gasped, pointing at the source. "There, you see?"
Terra didn't turn around fully, not trusting Master Xehanort, until he caught a glimpse of it out of his peripheral vision and fully turned around. "The x-Blade has been forged!" "Ven!" Terra cried out in response, not paying attention as Master Xehanort picked up his keyblade as he stood on his feet. "And now, Terra, it is time for the final union!" he cheered excitedly, holding the point of the keyblade directly at his chest, a violet light flashing between.
"What?" Terra exclaimed, spinning around to face the old man.
"At last, our moment is here." Master Xehanort expressed almost as if in relief, and was able to let go of the keyblade as it pointed down into his chest. A small pulse of light appearing between this time as the keyblade shimmered with a purple energy, before it vanished, and was replaced with a small orb of light that floated out of Master Xehanort's chest. "Out with the old and brittle vessel," he explained, arms held up and waving in profound expression the floating heart, as his body was highlighted with the same golden light, "... and in with a younger, stronger new one! I swore I would survive... and waited to see what was beyond the Keyblade War! And now it is your darkness that shall be the ark that sustains me!" Xehanort pointed at Terra as the small orb shot towards him like a bullet, Terra reacting and summoning his armor, a blinding light fading to reveal an armored Terra surrounded once more with a thick aura of the purest darkness. Master Xehanort smiled, held his head up and closed his eyes, and like the small sparks that had been arising since his heart had been separated from his body he, too, exploded into a shower of light orbs.
The orbs lifted up until they faded away, leaving only Terra in his coat of both armor and darkness, the armor suddenly dropping off his body and peeling away including his keyblade. It was still Terra... however, his hair was no longer brown, but was now the palest of white and also striking a very frightening resembleance to perhaps several modern-day faces, and began to speak the words that his Heartless would speak to Sora when the worlds were first almost completely sunken into the darkness.
"This heart once again belongs to darkness. All worlds begin in darkness, and all so end. The heart is no different. Darkness sprouts within it - it grows, consumes it. Such is it's nature. In the end, every heart returns to the darkness whence it came. " Terra-Xehanort annouced in his new voice, and summoned the End of Pain to his hand, signifying this was Master Xehanort who had possessed Terra.
He stepped away from the armor, but there was a slight movement from it, and suddenly the sky turned drark with layers of golden chains. "What?" Terranort exclaimed, as he spun around, to find the armor behind him had reformed back into it's human shape - but with no master. Or was there? It was in a kneeled positon, holding it's keyblade, which was pointed downwards into the ground as Master Xehanort's had been previously.
"Your body submits, your heart succumbs - so why does your mind resist?" Terranort fumed in frustration, slashing his keyblade forth.
The armor moved, signifying life, but it did not respond, as it stood before the Kingdom Key and pulled it out of the earth, wielding it forth.
The two faded out of existance, pausing the scene, leaving the Kingdom Key and End of Pain without their masters once more.
The wielders of the Way to Dawn and the Unbound keychain shimmered into view instead, but the haze surrounding them darkened to show an area that was not desert, but complete darkness save for a illuminated stain glass platform that few would come to recognize in their dreams and unconcious visions as a Dive Into the Heart. In this case, it was a representation of Ven's heart... and Vanitas, as full profiles of both boys were curled up within the platform's artwork, eyes closed, signifying they were both unconcious in the real world. Ventus woke up as he was floating down to the platform, looking around as he righted himself to see Vanitas touching down nearby. And within his hand, the Unbound was there to represent the physical representation of the keyblade, but around it shimmered the illusion of two Kingdom Keys crossed together to forge a long blade - which even fewer, scarcer people could identify as the x-Blade. However, the blade was shimmering a bronze color and it was chipped and uncompleted in places, as if not completely symetical for a reason. "Our Union was not finished. The x-Blade shouldn't stay broken like this." Vanitas spoke seriously, lifting up the length and the mass of the x-blade. "Join me now, and we can complete the x-blade!" he demanded, pointing it at Ventus.
Ventus shook his head in obvious disapproval. "I've got a better idea." Ven declared, summoning his keyblade in a flash of light. "How about I destroy you both?"
Vanitas let out a hearty, yet creepy laugh. "The x-blade is made of your heart too, idiot. If you destroy it, your heart will vanish forever."
"Whatever it takes." Ven frowned, with steely determination, and willing self-sacrifice. "Anything to save Terra and Aqua."
"Hmph, it's always about your friends, isn't it?"
"At least I have some! I've become a part of their heart, and they've become a part of mine. My friends are my power... and I'm theirs!" Ven proclaimed in anger, waving his arms about, but also having clutched his fist to his chest in proclaimation. The two faced off, but their bodies and the mirage of Dive to the heart faded, as a different and third scene unveiled at a yet untouched direction in the Keyblade Graveyard crossroads.
Aqua was floating in this illusion, in what seemed like underwater in a ocean, belly-up and eyes closed as the words of Ven repeated in her mind.
"I'm asking you, as a friend ... just, put an end to me."
There was a flash of blinding light, and Aqua woke up, revealing it had been a dream.
"Gosh, I'm glad you're okay!" a familiar and welcoming voice chimed.
Aqua looked over and low and behold, it was King Mickey himself. But not in the same attire as people were accustomed to seeing him in today, as it was more of a duller and less formal attire, suggesting maybe back then he was not the same mouse king. He was leaning over Aqua, and jumped to his feet as Aqua sat up and rubbed her head. "Ven!" she gasped in memory, getting to her feet as well, glancing around as she spotted him standing alone where she had left him.
"Thank goodness, Ven!" she smiled for the first time in a long time, and ran over to him. "You're safe!" she exclaimed, but Ven did not respond as he stood there with his head hung, Aqua leaning over to look into his eyes as Mickey caught up to them. He made a startled sound as he noticed what Aqua had not taken into consideration, the shimmering illusion of a completed x-blade that looked more shiner and whole that was within his grasp.
Suddenly and without warning, 'Ven' looked up with eyes had the golden amber glaze of Vanitas, and stabbed forward with the x-blade towards Aqua. There was a gasp of surprise from Aqua, but it if wasn't for the observation and timing of His Majesty deflecting the stab with his own keyblade, Aqua would surely not be standing where she currently was in shock. Both Aqua and Mickey staggered back, the King of Disney Castle taking a defensive stance before Aqua, his brow furrowed as he lifted his keyblade up in retaliation. "That's not Ven!" And he was right, for the haze of darkness with red swarthed over Ventus's body, changing his armor to that of Vanitas. "Correct. I am not Ventus. His heart has become a part of mine now. This keyblade will open a door - one that leads to all worlds!" Venitas boasted, pointing the x-blade skywards towards Kingdom Hearts. "Then, keyblade-bearing warriors will flock here from each and every one of them, to battle for the light within Kingdom Hearts! And just like the legend says, the Keyblade War will begin!"
"Shut up! I'm sick of your nonsense!" Aqua interjected, standing by Mickey's side. "Give Ven his heart back!"
All the keybarers had their keyblades out, but their bodies faded away as did the scene, leaving only three keyblades - a Starseeker that was Mickey's, a Kingdom Key D which was Aqua's, and a third keyblade which was the Divewing representing the true x-blade Venitas was holding.
With all three scenes having played out, the keyblades fought with each other again, floating closer to the middle of the crossroads from each path. Terra's scenario to the right, Ven's to the left, and Aqua's straight ahead. The keyblades were unable to distinguish friend from foe at this point, for the most part they went after the keyblade of their respected nemesis, but otherwise it became a keyblade free-for-all with Alonzo and Night caught in the crossfire. Their only relief was, and because it would have swept these keyblades up with them regardless, the Storm of Keyblades that attacked Angeal had completely dissipated and used up it's power taking the First Class soldier out. Or perhaps it was to signify that Master Xehanort's influence over the Keyblade Graveyard had gone with his disappearence.
Whatever the case, keyblades continued to spark and clash, and during the flashbacks of the past a sandstorm twister having been brewed up on the nearby horizon loomed over them as it crawled closer to them. For the moment it stayed out of harm's way, but the way it moved slowly towards them and how high up to the sky the tornado stretched, it seemed little threat compared to the kamikazi keyblade deathmatch going on in the middle of the crossroads... or, was it?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2013 23:50:48 GMT -5
As according to the Rules, Alonzo has requested for a Extension. Alonzo has two days from now (48 hours) to post. Rules.
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