Plot Mission - Keyblade Graveyard (closed) Apr 13, 2013 18:52:58 GMT -5
Post by bark on Apr 13, 2013 18:52:58 GMT -5
This was NOT getting any better.
Alonzo was caught between a rock and a hard place, and it was only getting worse and worse. He assumed the blades would lack the ability to teleport as his own did, being held by disembodied spirits, and yet he was quickly proven wrong. The blades returned to their master’s hands, and again, they clashed, and Alonzo, savage, savage Alonzo, was stuck in-between their assault. Spires of earth and a blast of ice magic were launched by the phantasmal energies, and while Alonzo was swift, he was not swift enough to flee. The pain struck him from both sides, and roughly the beast was launched to the side, sprawled on his chest, fingers weakly gripping his own Key.
They… these spirits… they were strong. Stronger than any man Alonzo has faced before in his life. This strength was closer to the more fantastic beasts he faced; the Lion, the Leopard, the Wolf… and all of the beasts that sulked in their domain. They were beyond men, and while these key’s spirits had the faces of men, they were so mighty… was… was this the fate of those with the Key? To gain such strength, and the cost of their souls? Were they all doomed to become beasts?
Well. Alonzo supposed that he shouldn’t mind. He was already a beast, in the end…
The beast growled, and he arose from his spot sprawled on the ground, and chomped his powerful jaws on the handle of his Keyblade. Taking to his hands on feet, the savage arched his back and roared to the orange horizon that hung over this desert planet. He was… becoming angry. He was so, so angry at this hideous circumstance he found himself in, and more than anything, he wanted to just end this affair, to not be involved in affairs the ultimately did not concern him. He had not caused the strife that destroyed this surely once simple land. It was the fault of cruel men with wicked designs, much like the ones who ultimately made Alonzo the hideous creature he was now. Why should be bother helping those who could not even help themselves, those who abandoned him and made him an outcast in his own form, a prisoner of his own mind?
Yet, the obligation to the people who still yet lived…
He observed these illusions to the past. The Xehanort man, he was the reason Alonzo still fought on. His wicked machinations… while the savage knew not the extent of his plots, the beast felt that they still hung around the universe, even now, and had still caused so much unceasing pain. Alonzo would never live to see the day he was free from his loathsome body, he knew that. But men like Xehanort corrupted bodies and souls, and if the savage saved innocents from that very fate, then he could die with a clear conscience.
For now, though, he would allow his anger to fester. He felt something… coming on, and soon… soon…
The fight in the grave escalated. Ventus was now possessed by Vanitas, and he pointed his blade edge to the Aqua girl, and her… rather mouse-like companion she just recently obtained. Odd, yet Alonzo had seen odder. He supposed. Regardless. That was of no concern to him. What did concern him was that another foe seemed to be added to the fold... in an attempt to weaken him, Alonzo quickly launched a bolt of flame, the Magister's Fire, to harm the Skydiver blade, and hopefully any other ghastly weapons near it.
And then, just like that, the battle begun again. And now, they were caught in the crossfire. This time, Alonzo had the foresight to dodge, and stared up at the massive storm brewing ahead. That... did not bode well. None of this boded well. They needed a plan, and fast, and Alonzo was lacking in one. He turned his head to Night, and called out to him.
"Night! Idea! Have? Have not? Think!"
Action 1: Used Magister's Fire on Venitas possessed blade.
(Sorry for bleh post. Next turn will be muuuuuch better, I hope.)