A Night on the Town (Zidane, open)

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Jovial Prince of Thieves

This fellow was really starting to concern him. A shell? The thought really made his heart twist at the memories. The way he spoke he made himself out to be like a -- Golem. The thief's face was animated, always a window to his heartfelt emotions. His brows had twisted up and his lip turning down to a frown. He pitied this guy. That was no way to live, or be born. Emptiness? How could he stand to be so empty when the world has so much to offer? There were many things in this world the young thief could not understand. Though an adult, by the standards of his world, there was still a great number of years he hoped to live and learn more, but the present was always important because sometimes you did not have later to learn from it.

Zidane raised to stand at his full height and allowed his arms to settle to his sides. His gloved fingers gripped tightly to the hilt of his daggers. His tail hung behind him, the end slightly curled. He blamed greed for all of the war in the world, and sought to end it? Who was he to say they were unwilling to end war? War was a horrible thing, something Zidane never wanted to see again, but he has lived through one war and grew up in the shadow of another. Zidane reached up and tapped his chest.

"But greed is also the reason for peace. the reason we selfishly seek happiness." He shook his head at Mordred, not even able to laugh at the absurdity of the idea.

He was well aware that greed and want were the cause of suffering and pain, but it was also the reason people were happy. Because they wanted nothing more than to be loved or wanted to, at the face of death, see the smile on their loved one's faces. Heartless? He had never heard of such a thing. Is that what these shadows were? The darkness that often crept out of corners? Who were they to say these Heartless did not deserve to fight to live? He was ashamed. He raised his head and smiled at Mordred.

"Thanks," Zidane grinned and raised up his blade in salute. "You're right. I am an ass for forgetting, being such a coward. I guess I still got a ways til I'm grown up" He rolled his shoulders and bent down to grip the rope below him. "But, I think you're wrong." There plenty of methods around to stop fighting, even fighting sometimes was the answer. Listening to Mordred, he built up his resolve. "I think it's kinda silly, that you don't see the power behind whatch'yer chasing. A ghost. If there wasn't war, there wouldn't be peace and there would be nothing left for you to do." He grinned and raised his blade.

He slashed down on the twine and slashed the Mage Masher through the twist of threads. The thief swung across the air and shifted his weight so he would reach the other mast. Zidane chuckled and hoisted himself up. He than cut off the twist of rope at the other end of the net. he held tight. it was heavy, these ropes capable of reaching hundreds of pounds given the pure footage used in the nets. He wrapped his tail as best he could around the mast and held up the weight.

"Man, do I feel sorry for you. Chasing a cycle." Something clicked when he said that. His face softened and he grunted as he released the net of heavy, braided straw down at the Nobody. "Catch!" As soon as he released the rope the thief would run to slide down the mast.

Half way down the slide he would kick off and launch himself toward the Captain's Cabin. The raised ground was a harsh landing as he tumbled over the banister and rolled until his body slammed into the door. A reckless heart this boy carried. It resonated even bright, almsot encouraged by Mordred's words. The Nobody was right. He really sucked for sulking when so many looked after him. He had almsot forgotten. He had people that needed him to be, ugh, responsible. He was scared he would let them down, but he had fought with them through a war and exposed all of his weaknesses to allies and enemies alike. The one thing you could truly count on Zidane for, was that he would always back up an ally, without question.

He flipped backwards and landed on his feet in a crouch, behind the banister before the Captain's Cabin. The cocky little Genome put a foot on the banister and climbed up. He held his daggers at the ready and chuckled. "I'm ready to fight for my happiness and greed-- are you?" Mordred was pretty greedy if he thought he could get rid of all the pain and suffering in this world. Sometimes, a lot of the time, it was self-inflicted.

He had forgotten, for a moment. He was a thief after all.

"Sometimes, you can't think everything out. You have to listen to your heart."

credit to Rach of Delusional & LS
Edited by Ou Rex Draco

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Mordred sighed. He had listened to what Zidane had said and while the thief agreed that he had neglected his friends, the Nobody balked at the rest of what he said. The thief then got away, rather clumsily at that and called out to "fight for his happiness". Mordred made a "tch" sound. This Heart Bearer understood nothing. The Nobody made what looked like a small hop and then disappeared, the net hitting empty air. He then reappeared behind Zidane, landing on the deck rather gracefully and quietly.

"You know nothing, Genome." Mordred said. "War can only achieve peace when it ends. As long as you Heart Bearers continue to war, peace can never be made permanent. The only way peace can truly be achieved is if the entirety of existence was rewritten, i.e. if there were no Heart Bearers to conduct war. Happiness... Greed... your happiness is ephemeral and temporary. Greed, too, is temporary, as what you try to selfishly obtain is always taken with you."

Mordred tilted his head, cracking his neck. "Fight for my happiness and greed? You continue to speak nonsense. Happiness and Greed are a Heart Bearer's emotions, not mine. I cannot fight for things I cannot possess. But if you must put up a futile resistance at the inevitable truth, then so be it. In the end, you Heart Bearers will realize the catastrophic damage you have done and it will be too late to fix it." Mordred took a deep breath and the winds around the two start to change quite noticeably.

"Your move. Fight or Run. Your fate will end either way."

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Supermassive Black Hole - Mordred gathers Kinetic Energy from the environment around him, shifting gravitational forces so that his opponents are dragged towards him. Once they're in range, Mordred unleashes a sadistic 8-hit combo with his Reaper of Light before releasing that Kinetic Energy, sending everyone around him flying. The more people that are caught in this move, the less damage is done, due to the Reaper of Light having hit so many bodies in so little time. This move can be resisted, but only by the strongest of wills and awareness of what's about to unfold. [Cooldown: 3 rounds]

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Jovial Prince of Thieves

The fur on his tail fluffed up almost instantly. The extra limb stiffened and raised up when the Nobody appeared behind him. These guys had dangerous abilities! He was not equipped to fight these sort of battles, limited by his knowledge on this enemy. Zidane jumped forward at the sudden loss of his personal space and leapt over the banister down onto the deck where he looked around at the chaos induced by the fighting. The pirates had fled their safe haven. This guy was no push over. He was not big on fighting a battle he knew he could not win. He was not strong enough yet.

He was something more than a simple shadow and Mordred seemed to have an agenda that would not serve anyone but himself. As noble as ending war sounded, his methods were way too shady. He said he was unable to fight, but to the thief: he was fighting for something, but did not seem to have an idea as to what and why.

Zidane felt pity. He felt pity for this guy. How could someone fight so hard and not understand why? He understood why one would fight to end war and suffering, so -- he could not be all bad, but his methods were the mad musings of someone who had no understanding or general concept of hypocrisy. He motioned his blades, making sure to have a tight grip around the hilts. He shook his head at Mordred as he slowly inched until his back was to the ships edge. He stood tall and holstered his blades.

"You know, I don't think you understand your own goal." One cannot beget peace, through war. Even after the fighting had stopped, there were still those weary to trust one another. It took the leaders to show the people the way. "You have to become a leader..." He minded his words aloud before he flipped back onto the banister at the ship's edge.

He could not defeat Mordred, not alone and not at this level of power. He wanted to make him part of his little plan? The thief patted his chest. Mordred wanted what was in here? It was not something one could simply possess. He kind of owed the strange fellow for waking him up. He was having a pretty bad dream. He did not have to grow up to become responsible, and he certainly could continue to harass and piss off those around him. He liked this better, people active and successful in their happiness. The thief motioned his hand to his forehead and gave the intrepid madman a sarcastic salute.

"Shame." He was not going to stand and fight. He would regroup later. The thief crouched down and jumped back, clear off the edge of the ship's banister and into the water below.

Without fear of what lay beneath the ocean water: the nimble thief swam to land. When he reached the beach, the soaked Genome pulled himself onto the shore and hacked up the bit of sea water he managed to swallow. He staggered to his feet and pushed forward. He ran. He needed to find a way out of this place. Come to think of it, how was it he got here in the first place? He remembers a distant fog, a mist filled wall that scared him. He was terrified the Mist had returned and all their fighting was for naught. he was terrified that their efforts and their sacrifices had wasted away.

He felt burdened, useless and completely devastated. Had he done the wrong thing? Had the decisions he made been wrong? Was destroying the Soul Cage wrong? He had felt his aching heart fall as he wanted to hide away from the repercussions of his actions. He did not want to be responsible and run away from it all. It seemed that this was the case. He got away from it all, somehow.... But now: he wanted to go back.

Thief. Light. Genome.

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NOTES: growing up, is always hard

Made by Queen Kassy of Cheyenne; Edited by OuRex Draco

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Mordred had elicited fear from the young Genome and could see that he was already getting ready to run. However, he still felt the need to belittle his plan. "I am starting this decaying and fragile reality anew. No further understanding is needed. If there was, you Heartbearers would have averted the coming catastrophe. As for leadership, that is irrelevant. Leadership is only useful when it can embolden those who follow the leader. A leader of a universe marching quickly to oblivion is no leader at all." Then he watched as Zidane did a mock salute and jumped off, swimming to the nearest shoreline. The Nobody sighed. The chase would accomplish nothing. He had other Hearts to reap and Zidane's would come to him eventually. It was all a matter of time.

Mordred turned and waved his hand, summoning his Corridor of Darkness. Before Zidane left, Mordred did another Analysis on him. First thing that came up was "Mist". Mordred deduced that it had something to do with Zidane's world. Perhaps a visit and some research would glean something useful. But for now, he walked through the Corridor and the Darkness collapsed, Mordred leaving the world. For now.

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Supermassive Black Hole - Mordred gathers Kinetic Energy from the environment around him, shifting gravitational forces so that his opponents are dragged towards him. Once they're in range, Mordred unleashes a sadistic 8-hit combo with his Reaper of Light before releasing that Kinetic Energy, sending everyone around him flying. The more people that are caught in this move, the less damage is done, due to the Reaper of Light having hit so many bodies in so little time. This move can be resisted, but only by the strongest of wills and awareness of what's about to unfold. [Cooldown: 2 rounds]

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