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Aug 14, 2012 0:58:14 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2012 0:58:14 GMT -5
Destiny Island has been attacked by Light. Light Group | Attacking: Genesis Rhapsodos [Leader] Deshitana Akemi ----- The Dark or Neutral have five days to get a team together to counter this attack or the Light will have a claim on the world! Light, feel free to post here. Another post will be added when the Dark or Neutral get a Raid Group, or if the Light has won the world! Keep an eye out!
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Aug 14, 2012 4:34:38 GMT -5
Post by genesis on Aug 14, 2012 4:34:38 GMT -5
((ooc -- Lets make this a good first raid on V4 people~! Everyone have fun and lets make it a great read for the rest of the site~!)) The day was pleasant, perhaps a perfect summer day. The ocean waves were softly crashing against the sandy beach, washing up and down the entire length of the shore line that was accompanied by a subtle, warm wind blowing in from the vast space of crystal, tinkling blue. The seagulls were in the air, flying about in circles as they looked down for anything worth while to eat. The fish in the sea were jumping out the water to catch flies or other insects upon the waters surface, before splashing back down to rejoin the school beneath the waves. The palm trees were swaying slightly within the breeze, the leaves rustling against one another as well as the coconuts that were ripening high up at the top of the trunks. It was a beautiful location, so why anyone would ever want to see this place become destroyed or taken over by the forces of Darkness, was simply mind boggling.
A black feather fluttered down from the cloudless sky, seemingly falling down at it's own leisure, ignoring the breeze that was coming in from the sea. To the left and then to the right, falling like a leaf from a tree branch, the feather gradually made it's way down to the shore line where it settled softly before being washed over by a warm wave of ocean. The wave that had lapped the shore and collected the feather as it did so, was suddenly disturbed somewhat violently as a pair of black leather boots came down and splashed into the water. Ripples zipped out to sea before being swallowed by another wave approaching. A new sound of rustling leather was added to the natural sounds of the island, as a tall, crimson clad figure arrived upon this world. Bright blue eyes that seemed to glow much the same as the sun itself, looked to the right and then to the left, scouring the area for any signs of human life. Nothing... for now, it appeared the figure was alone.
".........." The auburn-haired figure turned about and glances over his shoulder, sending his gaze off towards the mountains, caves and small buildings and shacks that dotted the area. A bridge led across a small span of ocean to a smaller island that housed a tree which had grown at a different angle to the rest, a nice height for kids to sit on perhaps? There was something bothering the crimson figure though, and it was constantly tickling the back of his mind as to why this world seemed to feel so much like a Keybarer. Not a specific Keybarer though. No, during his travels he had met a number of Keybarers, including Riku, Selena, Roxas and Sora... and while they were all completely different people, they all seemed to share a similar 'aura' that came from their person. This world itself, had such an 'aura' and it was most interesting.
If this world was what Keybarers came from, then it was going to be within the best interests of the Light or Neutral to keep it away from the dirty hands of Darkness. But surely not EVERY Keybarer came from this world? If that were the case, then surely the forces of Darkness would have tried to remove this world from existence altogether? That seemed unlikely, both this being a Keybarers world and that the Darkness could muster such strength. "When the war of the beasts bring the world's end, The goddess descends from the sky. Wings of light and dark spread afar, She guides us to bliss, her gift everlasting." The figure known as Genesis Rhapsodos spoke aloud, raising up his right arm up and holding out his fingers towards the glistening, bright sun within the sky, as if waiting for someone to grasp his hand. There was going to be trouble on this world soon and it was only going to be a matter of time before it arrived. Hopefully though, this was just a bad feeling within the back of his mind. No one would come to destroy such a peaceful world, would they...?
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Aug 14, 2012 17:55:46 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2012 17:55:46 GMT -5
(*nods* Right.)
Quiet. Calm. Soothing. That’s how the dark pathways were for the calm warrior that walked amongst them. He needed the quiet after the events that had happened. Genesis at the arena, Felix at the mansion, Olette in that strange empty world, and finally Akemi that he had met back home in the Moogle Woods. Each encounter had been different. Each encounter he had to fight the Void. Only when Akemi had come into the picture had the calm warrior lost his battle to the unstable entity that was the Void, but unlike before it did not wish to harm….well not intentionally anyway, but Deshi couldn’t help, but think it had harmed the boy it met. The creature’s unstableness caused it to leaned towards the Dark and promote the cursed substance in a variety of ways...through its art. What made this sort of promoting dangerous was the medium that the Void got of ahold of and worked with. Sometimes the medium was a nonliving thing, rocks and clay molded into twisted creation of its insanity. Sometimes the medium was the living animals and plants of an area twisted by the dark nature of the Void becoming shadows and monsters as the creature performed art experiments with this and that it found. And sometimes….sometimes the medium were people that became bloody messes or swallowed by Darkness if they were too weak to resist the words the Void spoke to them. He wondered if Akemi had been sunken into that Darkness as well and if he had managed to escape it if he had been. He certainly hoped so.
It hurt to have to watch the Void do such a thing to another, knowing there was no way to undo the mess that was created….it was always too much to fix, so about time he was released from the Void’s dark claws, he was left with the sadness of what he had done. At first, Deshi had thought the Void enjoyed what it did to people, ruining lives and trying to consume his own; however, after that encounter with Akemi, he had to wonder if he had been wrong about the Void. While it did destroy and harm, there seemed to be a distinct voice the last time it was out that was crying out from the insanity, trying to save itself from the chaos, but could not. It was a soft faint voice that only wanted to be free, but where had the voice come from? What was…no. Who was the Void? What exactly was the crystal the Queen had put into him to make him fight? Was the creature there truly evil or had it simply been consumed by something done to it? If the latter, then how could he fix this problem? Was there really a way to perhaps save himself and that small voice from destruction? Or would he need to destroy it completely?
The questions again with no answer, Deshi sighed inwardly and pushed the thoughts aside focusing once more on the pathways around him. Where was he to go, hmm? Everywhere around him was balanced, so that nothing pulled or repelled him. What to do?
A whisper was heard from within the darkness. So soft he barely heard it, but it had been there. Deshi stopped walking and tilted his head slightly listening for the whisper again.
”Come here,” the whisper again this time even louder and coming from his right, he turned to face the whisper seeing a tear forming in the darkness becoming a tunnel that led out into another world. Deshi looked at the tunnel for a moment narrowing his eyes at the strange display. He had traveled all over the worlds using the Dark Corridors to get where he needed to go and not once had the Darkness tried to lead him anywhere, so why had today the Darkness decided to act differently?
”Don’t be afraid. Please come,” the soft voice again, this time pleading. A small frown appeared on Deshi’s face at this. Voices and herding corridors? Interesting. Perhaps he really should see what was causing all this strangeness and if trouble was at the end, he would just deal with it. So with that thought, Deshi let his curiosity get the best of him and he moved towards the tunnel and entered it.
He traveled along it until it opened up into a world full of bright sunshine, crystal blue skies, and the sounds of waves. Salt hung in the air and strange white birds with black tipped wings flew through the skies. What were they called again? Seagulls? Heh. It had been a long while since he had seen the birds or even heard the waves of the ocean. It was nice to hear them again, but he knew from there sound that this was not the waves from his homeland. He looked around the area casual taking in what he saw. Before him was the wide blue ocean for miles to see, behind him and off to either side were high cliff sides, huts, and palm trees. The place seemed like it was a good place to live in, and yet there was no one walking about here. Strange. Had everyone left for some reason? Hmmm….
Deshi’s dark eyes moved from the structures and landed on the tree that was revealed as the Corridor snapped shut behind him. It was a strange tree that grew in at a strange angle making the perfect sitting place for someone wanting to look out at the sea. Curious tree. Deshi moved closer to the leaning palm and looked up at the large green leaves finding another surprise waiting for him. This palm did not hold coconuts at all. This fruit was strange. Deshi tilted his head slightly to get a better look at the fruit, but could not tell exactly what he was seeing until one of the strange fruit decided to fall from its resting place high in the tree and land on the ground with a light thwomp! Deshi’s eyes moved to the downed fruit, taking in its yellow skin and the green leaves at the top point. It was shaped like a star, making the curious warrior wonder how it tasted or if it was even safe to eat at all. As curious as he was about the fruit, he didn’t bother doing anything to it this time around. Perhaps in his spare time, he’d come back to the island to study the fruit, but now was not that time.
No, this place had called him here for a reason, so now it was time to find said reason. Moving from the island he had appeared on, the quiet warrior crossed the small bridge, pausing only briefly to watch the fish play in the shade and then he was moving on. He walked along the shorelines looking at the strange shells in the sand when he felt a presence in the area and looked up to search for the source. What he saw brought a slight smile to his face. Red coat, brownish colored hair, strange glowing blue eyes…Genesis, the Crimson Solider that he had met back at the Coliseum. He wondered what brought the warrior here and how it was they had crossed path again so soon. Small world? Perhaps.
In any case, Deshi walked over to the warrior just as he was making some sort of speech. He stopped a safe distance away from the water and the man, listening. The such a strange poem. A warning perhaps of things to come now that he was here? Or….perhaps something else? Whatever the case was, the words pulled at something within the calm warrior and made even the Void a bit uneasy about what was going on. Pushing the unease down for now, he let the man finish the poem before speaking, letting himself be known.
“So you are poet too, my friend?” he said with slight trace of an amused smile on his face. He was really glad to see Genesis’s again; however, he got the feeling that unlike last time, this meeting was not by chance. Something had called him here and he wondered if the same voice had called Genesis here too. If so…would others come as well?
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Aug 14, 2012 19:51:55 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2012 19:51:55 GMT -5
A Dark Group of Three has Countered the Attack! Dark Group | Defending: Vanitas [Leader] Judge Gabranth Whatever
---- Posting Order: Vanitas, Akemi, Judge Gabranth, Genesis, Whatever then Deshitana.---- If no winner has been decided by September 14th, then a staff member will review and decide the winner! Remember the Rules!! - [ RULES HERE] Let the Battle Begin!!
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Aug 14, 2012 20:31:51 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2012 20:31:51 GMT -5
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Evil tastes the tears of fear! tearing down your helpless fate
Theme: Let It Burn Tagged: Gen, Akemi, Deshi, Whatever, Gabs Comments: Let's start this right.
He'd been to this world before. It was a long time ago now, but he remembered it still like it was yesterday. He'd been to this world a few times. When he and Ventus had been whole, Vanitas had felt this world and it's strange aura, the aura of keybearers. When seperated from Ventus, he still had come here, Ventus following him to try and settle the score and learn his fate. There was something unique and special about this world. Something about it being known and called Destiny Islands. It seemed anyone who lived her generally came to become great things somehow. His Master, Xehanort, had come from this island too, yes? He had thought this was the truth, but he could not recall. Yet in his broken heart, Vanitas knew it true. The man had had a grand Destiny, and once called the world too small. It was why he left, on to grander things. It was why now, Vanitas returned.
But that wasn't the only reason. When Vanitas' dark corridor had opened in the hollow of a large tree, central to the island, with floor laid out for it to act as a room, Vanitas had also come here in search of some manner of truth. His other seemed to originate from here. Not Ventus, but that which Vanitas shared a face with. The Key to everything, the boy who's heart was a prison and held the hearts of those within. The boy destined to supposedly save them all. Sora. He'd heard the name on other's lips, spoken and treated as though he were some Messiah keybearer. Why then, did Vanitas share a face with Sora? What was it bout Sora that Vanitas had claimed the face of him? Was it due to the fact that Ventus had somehow touched the boy's heart? Why, by math aone, this Sora had to be no more than eighteen, similar in age to Terra and Aqua, the loser's friends. Was he just as cocky? Just as arrogant? Just as much as a pain? Well, that was certainly why Vanitas had come here. But while he had come here in search of Sora, he had come across a much different sight indeed. A much more... interesting sight.
As Vanitas poked his head out from around the corner of the trees, his face temporarily unmasked but hidden in the shadows of the shade, he watched as two figures seemed to converge and converse on the beach below. The sand and waves, the blue sky, even the cackling gulls. All made for a positively picturesque image of the Light. And that, alone, made Vanitas sick. What was weird though, was that the two men below, seemed to have a strange taste from them. Vanitas had come to this world seeking Sora. Failing that, he planned on turning this world into an image that, should Sora return, would shock the boy, leaving his mark and causing this supposed key to everything to seek out it's mutilator. Perhaps these two below knew of the boy and were friends of him. Yet... their scents were much more darker than Vanitas had imagined. The one in the Crimson Coat had spoken a poem of sorts, more artsy fartsy light stuff, and yet there was clear darkness in him. Yet his emotions did not seem to reflect that of the darkness. He was dark, but seemed... less dark? How was this? It disgusted Vanitas. And the other, with the white hair. He seemed to be able to access darkness as well, but was not as bathed in it as the man in red coat. Yet they did not seem allies, and to this, Vanitas cared little. Chaos reigned in the boy's mind anyway, and as the opaque mask soon rose from his jawguard to cover his face, Vanitas smirked beneath the mask and waked out of the tree, jumping upon the railing and using superior balance skills to stand upon it, clapping for the man in the red coat and his poem.
“How nice. A man of darkness who enjoys the arts of the light. Such an abomination to all things.” the masked boy spoke simply, stepping off the railing and then slowly descending from the treet to the sand below, as if Gravity had no effect on him. Once his feet touched the ground, Vanitas, masked and armored in his skin tight suit, looked between the both of the men, emotions and face hidden beneath the black mask to give an unsettling aura, combined only with the fact that his aura would feel unsettling anyway, being only half a heart. “Answer me this, either of you know a Sora, or a Ventus? Think carefully when answering.” He said, his voice clearly a threat alone. What was left unknown though, was that Vanitas would soon have help in the destruction of this world. But would they arrive sooner? Or later? |
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Aug 16, 2012 17:48:32 GMT -5
Post by unknown on Aug 16, 2012 17:48:32 GMT -5
[[ had to rush on this one, I was at work when I typed it]]
Darkness. That all he saw in the tunnel. Swirling, black darkness danced everywhere. The air was cold and felt like ice against anyone's skin. The energy was strong in this realm. There was no other entity in the vast tunnel darkness. No light, fire, no nothing. But on the good side, the darkness stayed to itself. Never once did it try to harm the young boy that wondered aimlessly through the dark corridors. He had traveled here many times before and never once had anything ever happen to him. It was either luck or the darkness didn't think he was a threat. Either way, he didn't care just as long as nothing happened to him. This place gave him the creeps every time he came to this place, but it just felt as if someone or something was always watching him. Like eyes in the distance watching every move he made, waiting for its moment to strike.
Like a miracle, a glitter of light opened up in the distance. Finally, this place was really getting to him. Not wanting to wait, he took off into a sprint. The cold air began to warm up from the light and the smell of the sea began to linger in the air. Where was he going? The light grew in size as he got closer and closer. Soon, the light had engulfed the red headed boy.
The sounds of waves crashing against the shore filed the air. The smell of the sea was stronger than before but yet relaxing. The sun was blazing up in the cloudless sky above. Yep, just as he thought, Akemi was at the beach of some world. The boy was in awe as he looked at the glittering blue waters. He had never been to a beach before. This was his first time seeing the sea. It was so huge and beautiful. However the landscape was a bit different. Was he on an island or the main land? Looking around he noticed the beached curled. It had to be an island but it didn’t matter. Regardless, this was so cool!
But something caught his eye, a long black feather. It drifted in the air as Akemi reached out and took it. Twirling it around and blinked at the familiar object. This was way too big for a bird. Soon, a voice filled his ear and right off the back he knew who it was. Taking off, he ran under the bridge and there he was. ”Master Genesis!!” Akemi shouted to his teacher. Somehow they got lost but thank god he found him again. However, it was short lived. Akemi stopped in front of Genesis and smiled. Before he could speak, a familiar voiced filled his ears yet again. Who was it this time? Turning, he froze. It was Deshi!
”What are you doing here?!” He asked as he remembered the man from the Moggle Forest. What was doing on this world? Was he here trying to make art like the last time he saw him? Tensing up a bit, the boy felt a chill run down his spine. A cold voice called out to the group and asked him a question. Looking at the figure, he noticed that he was wearing a weird helmet. His clothes screamed bad guy. All black, evil looking; yeah, that outfit scream evil henchmen or something. Taking a step back, he was a bit scared though. Akemi never really came across anyone evil like this before. Crap, this wasn’t good.
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Aug 17, 2012 22:09:27 GMT -5
Post by gabranth on Aug 17, 2012 22:09:27 GMT -5
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The wind continued to blow across the lush green scenery of the tropical island, the breeze whistling through the broad leaves of the palm and paopu trees. Across the water from across the ocean it came, stirring and kicking up slight scattering of the purest white sand on the beach. The canopy of trees in the island's center seemed to cascade with an orchestra of sound of rustling, before dying down again before the round of the sounds of mother nature continued, almost sounding the same as sand being poured onto the beachfront itself. A single paopu fruit became ripened and fell from the tree, before gravity took it's course and landed harmlessly on it's tough outer skin, before coming to rest on this peaceful scenery. That was before a large metallic boot came crushing down upon it, and not even on purpose, but just as in disregard and destructive as the armored knight made a sound of disgust before kicking the harmless fruit away into the shallows.
A curious gathering of individuals had gathered here on this island resort, this quaint world, this spit of land untouched by neither war nor poverty. And yet here and there, if one were to look hard enough, there were signs that this very beach had taken blows of an unforeseen handful of battles in it's countless past. What was there to claim of this desert of ocean for a world, with only a small settlement and even smaller supplies of food and water, with little land to claim as one's territory? Which brought the scope of attention back to the flock of followers, who seemed to be drawn to the warm soothing light of this world, as if moths to the flame within the darkness. There was no value at all in this land, only it's individual visitors; at least in this man's judgement. It may as well have been a desert island... or a pleasant version of a hell dimension.
Quizzical in it's nature there was a man dressed almost entirely in crimson, stepping amongst the shallow waters of the shore, reading aloud as if to an unseen audience a poem. One where a war of monsters was interupted by some divine creature of the Fates, a goddess of all things, advancing to present a gift to these beasts. Such cryptic words were meant to be an interpretation to those who heard them of their meaning, but really, what was the manner in which the poem was read itself? What was observed, much less hoped, of a gift blessed that would bring the end of the world? Such a holy present upon an apocolypse would be wasted should the world be, and therefore the gift in it's meaning could only mean one thing; salvation. Whether the salvation was comfort to the beasts upon their demise, the grace of the deity herself, or even the world being sparred it's war-ravaged state; hoping for such a deus ex machina to save one in their hour of need when war had been declared was both naive and selfishly expecting. But one could not expect mere beasts to hold hope, nor a goddess to look down upon such creatures in the same manner. Such naivety in contemplation, would not go soon unpunished.
There was either a very tomboyish woman or an effeminate man with the poem reader, who seemed to be conversing as if old colleges. Which gender the ambiguous person was of no concern to him, as neither was the fact he also was apparently covered in head to toe from a glance with white, including his hair. A gathering of colors, perhaps some sort of unit or sect? The armor-clad man only gave a mere glance to these individuals, so if there was any other details they were not relevant to him as of this moment. If this was a meeting of minds within a organization where the members were identified by the colors they wore, it was no different in visual identification from the structure of government the exiled man had once served.
Perhaps not, as a boy like himself that was in armored clothing from head to toe entered, and perhaps reflected his own thoughts about the poem. Perhaps he had no bearing on light or dark as the boy dictated, and yet the judge seemed not to care on such frivolous elements. Such a reading was in the man's right, and yet the meaning of the poem was rather full of itself, almost near expecting a god to clean up one's mistakes and conflict. He agreed with the boy, approaching from the far end of the beach from under the shadow the bridge cast that lay under the paopu tree island, to the masked boy's left and from another angle as if to close of any route of escape for these free-hearted individuals. He did no know anything of these 'Sora' nor 'Ventus' characters they young male spoke of, and so remained silent for the moment, closing in on the persons of interest before them.
Lastly before he could officially make his presence known came another mere boy, who loudly addressed the man in crimson so boldly as 'Master Genesis'. He cared not for the oddness of the strange-sounding name nor it's relation to it's true meaning, but the fact this meeting also had a hierarchy and not of equal peers. Of what status exactly did they hold, and was it of any relevance to this world? It also sounded like the boy had no idea his master was here, so to some this meeting was not scheduled nor made summons, but perhaps fate. Such disorganization gave him little more reason to look down upon them from his visor, but while he abhorred any more types of monarchy, he looked to each as individuals as his shuffling of metallic boot upon crunching hot, white sand was made known to their ears.
"I have naught but heard of this 'Sora' nor 'Ventus', but I must agree that the reading is but fraught with error. To ponder upon the ideal that any being, divine nor other, is to be assumed to bless war-ravaged monsters with a gift at world's end is both ludicrous and vein to conceive." he spoke as Judge Gabranth entered, fully clad in his silver Magister armor, his black cloak with the red insignia of the Archadian Empire emblazoned upon it drifting behind him in the soft gale. Grasped by his side was the Chaos Blade and Highway Star in one hand, joined together at the tips of their handles to form the swallow-blade, clutched tightly in his right gauntlet. He looked between them all, having little to say to the two younger people, before emerald gave hidden beneath the shadow of the sockets of his helmet fell upon 'Master' Genesis. "There is no 'gift' you are worthy of receiving for grievance's made, no hope, mercy nor miracle, not even in this wasteland of a desert island. Naught but the reliance of one's self, and the responsibility to rectify one's own mistakes and not that of others through redemption, is all you can ever hope to rely on when punishment and judgment is cast upon you."
He remained there, almost as still as a suit of armor in a castle, no movement save for his cloak billowing in the wind behind him as it stretched out to sea. "Who are you? More castaways in this wash of land, among a sea of stars and darkness cast? It seems to me that you are no mere bards, with the warrior's clothing garbed upon you?" he questioned, namely taking into question the warriors of light and their appearances. Considering he may not get any answers more than 'Master Genesis', he continued without pause. "Perhaps it matters not, but let me ask you this question in turn of my own. If you fancy yourselves warriors, do you believe you can readily defend these worlds, much less yourselves? There are no goddesses out there to so readily bequeath any gift you may interpret, without a price to be paid upon your head, for any war you inflict to create the end of the world. For that is the reality we live in." he placed the cold truth out there before them, as cold and icy as the first touch of the lapping waves of the ocean would be upon their feet, as chilling as the coming night's wind. Such undeniable adversity was incontrovertible, if one looked around them, at the very nature of the self-preservation of the human heart against the lie of benevolence. "There is no escape from this bloody struggle, no reprieve nor anyone who can save you shall the last of your flame be snuffed out. You should, as you were doing upon entry of this diminutive world, forget about any chance of fighting against the resistance that battle brings, which has no end in sight. Surrender a chance to your destiny, and give in. Or will you fight on futility, against a somber future which has no end in sight?" he finally placed the question upon everyone's shoulders, looking to them all individually as his judgment was cast upon them.
"What say you?"
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Aug 18, 2012 15:49:48 GMT -5
Post by genesis on Aug 18, 2012 15:49:48 GMT -5
The time had come, it seemed. Coming to this world was no accident. It was only going to be a matter of time for the perfect balance spread across the worlds was disrupted, disturbed. The harmony of 'peace' on each and every world was simply not enough for some of the stronger characters out there. The Light was just as greedy as the Darkness was when it came to wanting the control over worlds. It was still a mystery even to himself, as to why the Crimson SOLDIER continued to fight in the name of 'balance'. A warrior of both Light and Darkness, switching sides not out of betrayal nor defection, but simply out of choice. Sometimes, it was his warrior-instincts that drove him to turning around and attacking the people he only just before had called friends. Sometimes, it was because he had simply fallen in love with a world and did not want to see it becomes ruins at the hands of Darkness. Sometimes, he just didn't care and sometimes, it just felt like the right thing to do. No real reason other then it felt right within his heart and head. Times were changing though and as a result, the SOLDIER 1st Class had gained himself a student. A promising apprentice to pass on his infamous techniques and knowledge, aiming to turn him into a capable and respectable warrior. But whether he was doing this simply to fight him in turn, or because the boy needed help gaining strength to help his own world and friends... who knew?
Speak of the devil though, and he shall appear. Not before the familiar figure of the white-haired stranger from the Olympus Coliseum arrived upon this world. Brightly glowing eyes continued to stare out to sea however, squinting ever so slight as the warm sea breeze blew inland from the massive ocean before him. The seagulls continued to sing their familiar song within the cloudless skies, looking down upon the beach and observing the scenes below with little clue of what was about to happen. "It is not my work, but a piece of art I simply adore." Genesis spoke aloud, keeping his eyes and attention focused out on the horizon. Slowly, the auburn-haired man lowered his outstretched arm back down to his side, the leather sleeve of his coat creaking as the tightened material loosened itself from about his shoulder. "Glad you could make it." Genesis spoke up with only a small pause, however he again refused to glance over his shoulder and make eye contact with his latest friend. Deshitana was a very capable warrior. Other then Angeal, Zack or Akemi, this was one of the very few people the SOLDIER was happy to have beside him.
A powerful Darkness made itself known next on the gorgeous island. The skies did not darken, no clouds covered the sun, the wind did not grow any stronger nor did the waves become any fiercer as they crashed against the sandy shores. It was a good thing. This world was simply too peaceful to have anything happen to it, other then being turned over to the Light for the Keybarers. Again, Genesis didn't know of the actual connection he could feel between this world and the Keybarers, but it was never a bad thing to get on the Keybarers good side. Oh the irony... Genesis once more did not turn his gaze away from the ocean. He watched with the smallest of smiles upon his lips at the reflection of the sun glistening across the ever shifting waters. The animals of this world however, had now apparently senses the approaching danger and had started to take off. The birds left the skies, the fish swam out to sea. It was a shame. All the wildlife of this world is what made it ever more special. Vanitas' question about wanting information on 'Sora' or 'Ventus' was left unanswered by the Crimson SOLDIER, who just remained still, staring out to sea.
~I haven't seen Sora for a long time... I wonder if this is his world?~ The Quoter of LOVELESS thought to himself curiously, his head tilting a fraction at said thought. It was probably about time he turned around and faced the enemy that had made itself known upon this world. A great Darkness, one mimicking that of a Keybarer. Whoever this person was, they were going to be trouble, both in and out of combat. Perhaps coming to this world was a mistake. It would have been better to make a stand on a lesser known world or at least a less significant area... but where else was there to fight on this world bar the beach? The island was small and the other parts housed settlements for those who lived here. No point thinking about it now. A sudden voice reached Genesis' ears, one that was now able to break the SOLDIER's gaze upon the ocean. Blinking, the auburn-haired man glanced over his left shoulder and allowed a smirk to spread across his lips at the sight of Akemi, his student, charging towards him. This was excellent. Two people who knew he could trust in combat were going to be beside him in this fight for Destiny Island. It didn't feel like this wasn't going to be too much trouble anymore.
"You look well." Genesis spoke softly, his poetic voice not revealing the name of his student to the enemy Keybarer lingering on the smaller island jutting out to sea. Akemi had made that mistake only a second ago, but who could have blamed him? The pair of Master and Student had been separated for some time. It was natural he was glad to see his teacher once more. Looking the crimson-haired boy up and down, Genesis' bright blue eyes seemed to shine slightly in approval at the sight of him being fit and healthy. That was good, for Akemi was going to have to be in top form today. A shock came to the SOLDIER as his student recognized and acknowledged Deshi. Well well well, this was certainly a bonus. Having a trio of fighters who all knew one another was certainly going to give them all the advantage over their enemies. Speaking of which, another powerful aura had arrived on this world and the clanking of metallic armour was heard before the man in question was seen. Before looking at the newcomer however, Genesis took a moment to peer towards the Dark Keybarer, observing him and sizing him up. Who would be the best to go up against him..?
A plate-mail clad figure came into view and started to monologue about the short verse the Crimson SOLDIER had quoted from LOVELESS. It amused Genesis to hear the words the man spoke, speaking as if he himself were from a play. It was sad to listen to, for this man was clearly taking the words of a simple play far too seriously... it was sad watch and listen to, for this was obviously how Genesis himself had once acted all that time ago. "Not a fan of poetry?" Was all the auburn-haired man said in answer to the plate-mail clad man's many questions. There was a clear sense of calm and confidence about the tall, leather-coated man. His eyes were calm, his voice was calm, his actions were calm, his heart was calm. There was little he feared and there was little standing before him that incited any fear. This was just going to be another one of those battles between the Light and Darkness, but Genesis knew well not to underestimate any opponent in battle.
This was the calm before the storm. This was the time to observe the enemy and figure out what they were like, their personality, their goals. Even by simply observing the plate-mail clad figure, Genesis could tell he was an aggressive fighter from the weapon he held in his hand. A double-bladed staff. The style of weapon resulted in more cuts per swing but it made it's defensive capability somewhat limited. That full suit of armour was worn to make up for this flaw. Perhaps this would be the SOLDIER's opponent? A side-ways glance to the Dark Keybarer though caused him to rethink his thoughts. Keybarers were supposed to be the best of the best, and one dripping in such Darkness made the SOLDIER wonder if either Deshi or Akemi would be able to keep up. But what if a third, even more powerful adversary came to join the battle? What if Sephiroth showed up? Obviously then Genesis would have to deal with the Chosen One... but then dividing up Deshi and Akemi between the Keybarer and the Knight... This was a testing situation.
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Aug 18, 2012 16:35:05 GMT -5
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The Heartless fully agreed with the Dark-hearted Keybearer. He didn't even sense a speck of Light from him, making him really try his best to sense for any. If there was ever something qualified to stand in opposition to the Princesses of Heart, this man truly was Darkness more than even him as a Heartless, he thought to himself.
But he hadn't come here to really look what people did with their lives, other than wasting it in battle. Whether one clinged to poetry or gardening as a hobby, if they would fall in battle, what would it have mattered? We simply fight... to remain standing, he thought to himself as he could only remember combat in both his current and his former life. The main reason was still there, nothing seemed to have changed.
The armor-clad one used quite a lot of difficult words, making the Heartless struggle with following it all. Well, he does seem to respond to the verse, he thought to himself, seeing the man spoke to the three they were opposing. What he spoke of, seemed like a taunt to see if the opponents would react upon this.
Taking a look at the layout, the Heartless set his feet into motion. Darkness rippled the air in the direction of the treehouse, making sure to have the three of them fully surround the three opponents they faced. From the Corridors to Darkness, a foot covered in dirt and blood stepped forward. Following it came the entire body, somewhat crouched forward as the Heartless moved forward. His yellow eyes moved between the three people as he kept his head still.
The Heartless had a rather bored expression on his face, he wasn't very interested in poetry. The last time he had set foot on this world was where he had leaped into combat, but currently he was willing to wait. One of his hands was in his pockets while his right hand was still within the Corridors as he pulled it out, Darkness swirled around his hand as he pulled an entire Two-Handed Greatsword from the Darkness. The Corridor then closed behind him as he lowered slowly the entire blade behind him, having difficulty holding it with one hand.
Taking his left hand from his pocket, he moved it before him as his body slightly crouched, but held his body a bit crouched backward as well to head into a stance. His left hand revealed to miss two of his fingers, the ring and little finger. His pale skin worked heavily in contrast with all the blood and dirt that covered his body while he kept his eyes on the three in the center, three scars racing across his right eye.
The Heartless, unlike the other two fighters for Darkness, didn't speak a word. He already knew Genesis from the tournament, but had no knowledge of any of the others that were present. He simply accepted the situation and waited to see what would happen. In any case, he stood ready to fight either with or without his blade as he had taken a close combat unarmed stance on while holding the blade.
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Aug 18, 2012 23:44:36 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 18, 2012 23:44:36 GMT -5
The words had been spoken, but Genesis did not look to him. Instead, the crimson warrior continued to stare out at the sea, his eyes narrowing slightly as the breeze continued to blow and he spoke. The poetry was from a work that the man enjoyed and so quoted it. Perhaps it meant nothing, but it didn’t seem like it was not coincidence the words had been spoken, but the calm warrior did not ponder the verse much longer as he simply accepted Genesis words with a nod. Following the brief pause, Genesis spoke saying that he was glad that he could come and while Deshi was happy to meet Genesis again, he had no time to respond back to his words as he heard clapping coming from behind them and turned slightly to see who it was. His dark colored eyes landed on the figure of a boy dressed in dark clothing with his face covered by a strange mask. While he wasn’t sure why, he got a bad vibe from the kid and could sense a great power from him. A child warrior? Uncommon, but not heard of; however, unlike the scared or desperate children of the arena, this one seemed to be full of confidence in himself and skills, making Deshi wonder if this was going to be a problem. His words only added to this question. He mocked Genesis’s poetry calling it an abomination to all things. Strange words from a child and now he was asking a question about someone called Ventus and…. Sora again?
The calm warrior narrowed his eyes slightly at the boy curious, but trusting the gut feeling that this kid was up to no good. His very words were a threat of trouble. No, he would give this one no answer. He didn’t have a solid one to begin with and even if he did, he still would not have spoken unless it was dragged out of him. His instinct here was to protect such information from this child that reeked of malicious intent. Speaking of children, another appeared drawing his attention slightly from the first. This child was familiar, but brought a different sort of trouble with him. Akemi…the child from the Moogle’s Woods. The one the Void had tried to create into a piece of "art". While it was good to see the child unharmed, he knew he did not trust him. While his looks may have changed slightly the fact still remained that he and the Void had the same face...were the same person. He would not be surprised if he was attacked on the spot, but thankfully he was not; however, it seemed the child had not only encountered him, but also Genesis. Master? Genesis’ student then? Lovely. He wonder how the boy’s experience with the Void was going to undo the friendship he had built with the crimson warrior at the Coliseum. The words Genesis spoke only confirmed the thought. Great…. Anyway, as soon as the boy saw him, he froze up letting him know the experience was still fresh in the kid’s head. He was afraid him. Not good, especially in this situation that calm warrior was sure was going to only get worse before better. He had to at least attempt to calm the child, but how effective he would be, he could not say. He had try anyway.
“Relax,” he said to Akemi calmly, the traces of madness from their previous encounter completely gone. “I am not against you today.” He gave the child a slight reassuring smile before hearing the sound of another’s approach, this time from the direction he had come from—the bridge. As he looked in that direction, he took note of Akemi stepping back as he noticed the boy in dark clothing, his fear apparent. He only prayed the child held it together and that between him and Genesis, the trio could attempt to stop whatever storm was coming for this peaceful place. For as his eyes focused on the newcomer, the bad vibe he got from the dark cloth kid came back ten fold although the form here was different.
This time the malicious intent was coming from a man in covered in armor from head to toe, his cape bellowing out as he held a double bladed staff in his hand. This one did not need guess work to figure out what he was. This one was used to battle and power. A high ranking officer of another world gone rouge or perhaps something else, then? The point was that armor on this one was more of problem than the kid’s. The kid's clothing were dark, but light, but the man's was thick and harder to do damage to. Something that could make him slow, but then again some warriors were fast even with armor. Yes, the kid and he would have to be watched. On top of this, the man had a confusing manner of speaking as he spoke on Genesis' poem, saying it was futile to take such things to heart before speaking of choices and pretty much asking them if they were going to surrender or not.
What was this? Surrendering or fail trying to fight? Just what had that voice pulled him into? A war of some sort? Hmmm….he didn’t like this one bit, but at least he had Genesis and his student at his back so maybe things would be okay if they stuck together?
The sound of a Corridor in opening in the other direction stopped his thoughts as he looked over to see the next person that had come. This one was a man filthy and pale. His entrance and appearance had already set warning bells off inside of Deshi and the malicious intent from this one didn’t help matters either. On top of this, the sight of this messy young man tugged greatly at Deshi’s mind and his memories of his time in the arena. This one had been through a similar experience if not something worse, but unlike himself this one was no longer human. He watched as the man summoned a large sword from the darkness and set himself into a battle stance. As Deshi observed the man, his dark eyes drifted to the other's eyes locking on the gold color of those eyes for a moment.
Like the shadows then, he thought before looking back at each one of hostile presences taking note that they had trapped the three inbetween them. What to do?
Akemi seemed to be the least experience within this situation, but no matter which way you turned the platter each opponent could pose their own sets of problems. Each were powerful in their own right and each were used to battle. So the problem remained on how to divide them. Rushing any of them was out of the question. The Heartless was the furthest away from him and the boy about the same distance as the Heartless, leaving the armored man as his closest threat, but he was not about to attack him.
No, instead the calm warrior shifted his weight to his left leg as he placed his right hand on his hip and tilted his head watching the strangers carefully. He appeared to not care what was going on, but in reality was simply waiting to see who would make the first move to set off the storm and who of the three hostiles would become his dance partner for this deadly dance. Regardless of the outcome, Deshi remained silent the whole time as the sun glittered off the crimson teardrop on the bracelet hanging from his left hand.
Waiting, waiting, waiting......
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Aug 19, 2012 10:54:43 GMT -5
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Evil tastes the tears of fear! tearing down your helpless fate
Theme: Let it Burn Tagged: Gen, Deshi, Akemi, Whatever, Gabs Comments: Time to start this off RIGHT. |
[/color] ]Did it speak irony that the coming storm was the war soon to be held on this world, or did it speak to the sense of humor of this world that while a war between light and darkness was about to be held on the islands of one's Destiny, the skies above stood clear and blue, shining down like a picturesque image of a vacation spot. Indeed, even the masked boy, a being of pure darkness with no amount of light left in his body, could see the relaxing beauty of this world and appreciate it to some degree. It was for that very reason that he hated it. Light was weaker, it was why Ventus was such a weakling. True, the boy bested him once, but at the cost of his own life. If Ventus has truly been the stronger half, he'd have gained control of Vanitas when taken over and stayed full and alive. But the boy had served his purpose then, and if this mysterious Sora was linked to Ventus somehow, then the boy would serve his purpose again. If this world was linked to Sora, then Vanitas would make it clearly known that even the home of the boy was not safe. That his friends were not safe. That the very universe was not safe.
The arrival of two other warriors of darkness and some weak boy did little to phase Vanitas. One answered his question, but it was not helpful. But, given the man's stance on the war, he couldn't help but let it slide. After all, he had at least answered his question. And the Heartless off to the side was too also helpful, appearing without a word but clearly on the side of darkness. A Heartless, after all, wished to consume hearts, yes? And the Heart of a world was it's ultimate goal? Perhaps Vanitas might enjoy witnessing this so he might see what becomes of a world consumed by the heartless. But for now, time to play off the Iron-clad warrior's words. “War exists everywhere. But one war exists above all. One war to determine the fates of all worlds. That war approaches. Can you sense it? Can you feel it's coming touch? The great war to end all wars.” Vanitas smirked beneath his mask, holding a hand to the sky as his master Xehanort might have. Perhaps the man had imprinted more on him than Vanitas realized?
“The Keyblade War...”
Vanitas turned his head back upon the three warriors who presumably stood for light. “But since none of you seem keen on telling me anything about Sora or the loser Ventus, I guess I'll just have to find everything in the world that I can about him. Like this...” Vanitas pulled a hand out and held a small wooden sword in his hand, turning it over. “A stupid plaything of children unknowing. But I can feel the touch of someone of light on it. Perhaps the boy Sora. If so...” Vanitas then grabbed the sword in both hands and snapped it in half, tossing both aside. “...then he's just as weak as Ventus.”
Then, without warning, a strange, not quite corridor of darkness opened behind the three warriors or light, a creature not unlike a heartless or a nobody appearing suddenly, large and clad in armor. The armor was a stark white, with Yellow and red highlights and black points. The giant armor, holding a symbol of the Unversed, the symbol of Vanitas himself, held up a hand, as large fireballs shot out and up, raining down upon the arena, targeted at the center point of the three warriors for the light. The fireballs would spread to encompass a large part of the island, and no doubt set some of the foliage aflame, but this cared little to the armored beast and it's master, Vanitas.
“And therefore, this place shall burn.” [/td][/tr][/table] template by synchronicity [/center] Powers
[/u] Master of the Unversed - Vanitas is the source of the strange enemy known as the Unversed, which feed of the negative emotions of people instead of the hearts of them like the Heartless. With each emotion Vanitas feels, an Unversed is created, making it easy for him to infect a world with their presence. [Out of Combat: 2 post Cooldown to summon one group of three Unversed per person in the thread, Vanitas included. Once per thread to summon a boss Unversed. In combat: 3 Post cooldown to summon a group of three lesser Unversed per opponent in the thread, Vanitas excluded. Once per thread to summon a boss Unversed. Each minor Unversed has 5HP, and a boss Unversed has 20HP. The amount of HP taken away by a opponent's attack is equal to the cooldown of that power.] [Summoned Trinity Armor Final Mix Variation] Unversed ListTrinity Armor [Final Mix Version]Fireballs - Shoots fireballs into the air which scatter across the arena when they land. [3 Post Cooldown][/spoiler]
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Aug 22, 2012 21:15:36 GMT -5
Post by unknown on Aug 22, 2012 21:15:36 GMT -5
His eyes watched the boy in black as he stood next to Genesis and Deshi. Right now, the boy looked very strong. Stronger than an one he had faced before in true battle and not training. The soft sea breeze began to pick up a bit as his hair drifted into the hair and swayed to the right. Such a wonderful island, it didn't need to be the battlefield for any kind of fight. Hearing Genesis, he smiled a bit as he seemed happy to see him. The cursed boy was searching none stop for his master and now, here he was.
However, he began to calm down a bit when Deshi spoke to him. Well, it seemed that the mad artist wasn't after him this time. Well that was a shocker, last time he seen him he was trying to make him into the perfect master piece. God, that guy was nuts or something. He was just happy that one right now he was on his side and by the looks of it, he knew Genesis and Genesis knew him. They must of ran into each other at some point in time. No matter, it was going to be three on one so there wasn't going to be a problem.
The sound of someone walking in a suit of metal filled the air. Oops, spoke too soon. Turning his attention the man in the armor, he began to speak in some formal kind of way to everyone. Dear lord, how old was this guy anyway? He sounded as if he popped out of an old fairy tale or something. Akemi listened to his words and knew he wasn't with Akemi and the others.
Okay well, its three on two now. No need to worry. But, once again, he spoke too soon. A corridor of darkness appeared and a man walked out. His yellow eyes glowed like the heartless and the feeling of darkness around him almost the exact same as them. How could a heartless take on a human form? Was that even possible? Not to mention that he was armed with a massive sword. A heartless with a weapon, not good at all. The scene looked grim, three warriors against warriors. Light vs. Darkness, who would win? That was still unknown to the boy.
"Master...Do you think we can win this?"[/b] He whispered low enough to where Genesis could hear him. The boy was extremely worried. Sure, he knew how to fight better than he started out but not against three warriors of darkness. His azure eyes looked up at the boy in the mask as he walked about someone named Sora and this thing called a 'Keyblade War.' What was keyblade anyway? His thoughts were cut short as he turned around due to a strange sound.
That was when it appeared. His eyes widened as a massive suit of armor appeared. It was huge! It towered over everyone and looked stronger than an heartless he had ever seen before. It's massive hand opened up and fired a massive fireball into the air. Watching the attack, it burst in the sky as balls of fire rained down on the area.
"Look out!"[/b] Akemi shouted as he decided to take charge for now. Standing in the middle of the group, his hands began to glow an icy blue. He quickly slammed them on to the sand covered around in front of him. The ground around Genesis, Deshi, and himself began to shake. Clusters of Ice in the form of spikes jolted out the ground. The spikes branched out and formed a shelter and shield above the group to avoid from behind hit by the attack. The fire balls smashed into the air as it began to crack. It wouldn't hold for long but he needed to focus to keep it up. He hoped that this would give Genesis and Deshi time to form a plan or something.
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Aug 23, 2012 23:57:56 GMT -5
Post by gabranth on Aug 23, 2012 23:57:56 GMT -5
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How utterly disappointing, when no-one answered his proposition, only to defy him with feckless silence. Perhaps they were too tense in observing his presence, or more likely chose not to dignify his proposal with an answer. If they thought they were above him with giving him nothing but revering and disapproving stares, when he had asked them a question, then so be it. But it's not like his choices were giving them a sense of fair due process, for even if they did answer, the outcome would still be the same. The only difference was if their answers would show him their resolve and their strength to carry on and resist, but if they were refusing to speak, then he would have them prove themselves to him another way.
The only one who answered seemed to mock him discreetly, by remarking he did not like his recital of the reading of his passage. It could not be seen under his visor, but the Judge looked upon the man in the red coat with a deadpan stare, the only one with a nerve to speak out against him. Obviously, this was not the answer Gabranth was looking for, answering his question with another question. As he did not care for his monologue of questioning his recital, the magister could tell he neither cared for any sort of intimidation, like his apprentice. Which intrigued Gabranth, was he a master because he was a seasoned veteran, this having told him he had also seen countless battles and learned to yield unflinchingly towards the blade?
Perhaps he would be a worthy adversary, unlike the type which he associated around him with, and with a echoing voice he answered just as uncaring but not humorous in his tone as well. "What worth is holding onto ephemeral words of mere worthless scripture, do you think to use entertainment as a broken shield alone to defend yourself?" he sneered, countering with his own question. Although he knew not to underestimate this opponent, the point he was driving was that while poetry was thought-provoking, his time as a Judge Magister considering such pass-times were counter-productive and thus meaningless. Not to mention, perhaps, as sissy as the nancy bards made them out to be. Thus he was not giving the poem too much though, as much as he was undermining the very consideration of its ideals and concept were naught but idle fancies and nothingness.
He did not care if his indicated foes were afraid of him, nor calm about the situation as the crimson-clad man made them out to be. Only that they fought, and die should they not prove their worth or strength to survive for this long. The weak were made to serve the strong in making them stronger, before they perished to faded memory, and the strong survived by standing resolute to their realistic ideals but most of all, their power and hatred. Such was true of the next manner of ally to enter the fray, a young man entering the fray who very much was steeped in a dark manner, that Gabranth could not identify as the weak scavengers of hearts called the Heartless. Although he knew nothing of his past, nor anything about him as he summoned a two-handed sword to his grasp without a word, Gabranth could tell from his grubby and combat-damaged appearance he had been through many a battle to endure such a scarred appearance. Perhaps he would even test him along with the helmeted boy later, as well.
The one in white seemed like he was lost in thought, at least for the moment. Being one of the two people who had not chosen to speak, it could be gathered he was giving some thought to answer Gabranth's question, but like the poem it simply went without any truth or wisdom to the words being met. Is that what the words meant to these people? A life's breath taken away, and nothing serious to ponder as he and his colleges bore down upon them menacingly? Did they not take him seriously enough of a threat to at least humor him with a serious answer? At the very least, these words unlike the dribble coming from the crimson man's book, were backed up by action rather than cowardice and indifference. At least Gabranth had the spine of a man to make his words real and resolute in consequence.
Ah, and finally, just before he himself was about to take action to this tireless wordplay. And yet, he could not help but concern himself with the masked boy's words. A coming war, this 'Keyblade' War, he wished to know more if such a war was coming. There was some truth to what the young man had said, conflict was always inevitable as long as one person's thinking was as diverse as the other, but even he who was fueled by hatred did not like the sound of war once again. He had been ordered by Vayne back in the day to find out if Princess Ashe wanted war, and if so he was to execute her, under order to prevent it against the Empire despite his doubts towards the Empire's new Emperor. Back then he was ordered to be a sword for the Empire, and not to think, but once disgraced and freed in death did he have the individual will to resist the never-ending war Chaos had summoned him for between the gods.
He at least in those last moments of that life, had been glad to serve the true Empire and his beliefs in not betraying his home country of Landis that Archadia had absorbed, by defending Larsa from his power-mongering brother Vayne once his true motives had been ascertained. He had been able to keep what left he had of his honor, after his disgrace in the name of a Judge Magister for being found to be looking in on Vayne's movements for the then-alive Gramis, and forced soon after Vayne poisoned his own father to execute Judge Drace before the treacherous son not fit to bear the Empire. And again, after he had served his new master Chaos as the hound he was, attempting to assassinate Cosmos before learning the war was a never-ending roulette of blood and butchery. Perhaps he would have been content with the tirelessness of killing opponent after opponent, if not for the treachery of the gods to keep him from the truth, and use him as a easy puppet for the slaughtering. Instead of being used as a tool for misguided sight of the eye once more, Gabranth had decided to take away the only piece of the chess board the gods had no direct control over, and had no choice but to take his own life to escape the strings of a marching legion that would stretch on for an eternity.
And yet, the Fates seemed to jest him, for he seemed to be imprisoned in a void outside of the conflict that he could not escape from. And so he elected himself alone, with the honor he had left as a Judge Magister, to determine if anyone foolish enough to enter his realm be worthy enough of wanting to leave it and waste their lives in what he saw was a pointless struggle. Only to watch on from a distant viewpoint as the Warriors of Harmony brought down his former god, and his pocket universe no longer stabilized fall away around him, washing him ashore of this desolate little world. Which brought him to this moment, and his former thoughts which he had kept in mind this whole time of his volition, he did not want to be caught up in pointless warfare like the tide in which had swept him here against his own choosing. He would have to find out more about these keybarers, the coming war from this lad who had mentioned it, so he could wander the worlds unopposed to ascertain trial by judgment upon his own choosing. He did not recognize nor care for the significance of the wooden sword being snapped in half, belonging to a boy he had never heard of, as it was just a mere training tool that had no use to anyone on this serene landscape.
From the aforementioned younger male came a influx of great darkness, and like a Occuria spewed forth from his body a giant armored humanoid larger than himself. Another Heartless, perhaps, summoned like the great Scions enslaved to mankind of Ivalice? He had little time for interrogations on the matter as the creature erupted forth with fireballs hailing from the sky, much like the fiery hellhole vortex that had once served as his prison, and finally battle was declared. The tranquil ocean breeze and the faint lapping of the quiet shore upon dusky-colored shores, was soon replaced with scorching heat and rising of hissing steam, from the fireballs that missed their targets and hit oceanic water... or icicles. The other quiet young man, the apprentice of this Genesis, had conjured ice up in the attempt of a make-shift shield to buffer the incoming hell storm.
This was no war, but the start of a battle, one Gabranth viewed not for the forsaken island in this smaller cage of a world but for the mettle of these so-called warriors before him. If indeed such a war was coming, even though he had just been informed of these current events just now, he had been planning all along to test these peaceful soldiers and weed out the weak from the strong. "The weak have no place to serve but to be infused under the will of the strong. If none of you have the gall to speak, so be it! I shall also cast judgment upon you! You will be determined if you can survive the coming war!" he played off the last words of the helmeted summoner. With speed faster than any could anticipate of a man that wore what appeared to be such heavy armor, the leaped into the fray, flipping his swallow-blade upwards and then spinning forth with Vortex of Judgment. The spin was much like the draw of Sephiroth's Stigma, although he could not remember if such a warrior fought against him in his Interdimensional Rift, sucking in all three surrounding opponents towards him to draw him into the buzzsaw-like movement.
Even if the attack by some odd miracle managed not to hit any of the crowd of warriors he had spun into, his true target was Akemi's Ice spell frozen into the sand, to shatter the icicles and therefore the temporary shelter, so there would be no hiding place from the raining hell of the giant summoned creature. That action alone confirming to have assisted his fellow masked bearer of darkness, as he came out of the spin he immediately charged up a sphere of transparent energy around him for but for a mere second, before he unleashed it around him in the explosive shockwave of Hatred. For now the steam that had been sucked in towards him along with the warriors, creating a pseudo smokescreen, was now cast away violently, sand and even salty water flying out in every which compass direction along with the lashing disburse of energy. Having leaped up beforehand for the bubble of destructive power to form beneath his feet, the clanking of Gabranth's armor sounded as metallic boot once more crunched on white hot sand, bearing his swallow-blade for the welcoming of his new enemies he had so willingly waded into as if the very crashing of the ocean waves nearby. He had not so much as picked an opponent to torment yet, so much as done what he could to assist the one in red and black body armor level the playing field, although the gaze from his visor was unrelenting as eyes glanced over the two younger men to the oldest with the crimson coat and brought one end of his swallow-blade to point at him alone, as if to mark him out as his chosen combatant.
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Gabranth's Baws Theme (You'll like this, Genesis and Vani): Desperate Fight - FFXII (Heavy Metal version)
Vortex of Judgement: Like Circle of Judgment, but Gabranth spins three times in the air, magically drawing his opponent in with a high suction that is hard to resist if his opponent is not moving in the opposite direction. Cooldown is two turns.
Hatred: Gabranth will draw in a bubble of violent clear energy around him, as if intertwined in a Aero spell, then extend his limbs to unleash it around him in a shockwave. Three turn cooldown.
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Aug 24, 2012 16:59:59 GMT -5
Post by genesis on Aug 24, 2012 16:59:59 GMT -5
As luck would have it, the Chosen One did not show up to join the forces of Darkness upon this beautiful small island bathed in the warm, summer sunshine. No, instead it happened to be the homeless looking boy who had participated in the same preliminary round of the most recent Tournament over at Olympus Coliseum. The kid had strange powers, being able to summon a variety of different weapons and items to hand which he could then use in battle. How much skill the yellow-eyed boy had with each item though, was unknown to the Crimson SOLDIER, but the boy was more then likely the lowest threat of the current three enemies of the Light. But it was never a smart idea to judge a book by it's cover. The other young boy in the black and red armour had incredible Darkness, felt like a Keybarer due to his aura and was more then likely proficient in using a Keyblade, but whether he was also a Summoner or a skilled Mage, was again unknown. Finally, the Knight could very well have incredible speed, despite the suit if armour worn. It was no worry to Genesis at all if he had to deal with either of these figures in a one-on-one situation, but with a friend and his student by his sides, making the right decisions was going to be crucial.
The auburn-haired SOLDIER peered over his shoulder at the sound of the Corridor of Darkness manifesting itself. Bright blue eyes watched as 'Whatever' revealed itself to both Heroes and Villains. The Heartless was only given a short glance, a second or two at most, before attention was returned back to both the Knight and the supposed Keybarer. They were in a small 'pincer' style situation here it seemed. The enemy had arrived in a triangular formation with the Knight and the one asking about Sora taking the front and 'Whatever' at the rear. The beach was large enough to support the upcoming battle, but there was room to move out onto the docks and up over to the small island where Vanitas had arrived. It would be smart to spread out as it would avoid collateral damage to one another. Still, the decision on how to split up each fighter was lingering in the SOLDIER's mind. Obviously patience was not something the Darkness was know to have in abundance, so making up his mind would have to come sooner rather then later.
Though while it was the Darkness who had decided to make the first move in this start of a new war, Genesis had raised his hands up to be on level with his waist, only for him to slide his gloved hands into the pockets of his long crimson coat. Hopefully, due to how calm he was in light of the situation, it would rub off on both Deshi and Akemi, giving them a little bit more confidence, though Genesis could feel the worry coming from his student. He was clearly troubled at the formidable opponents that had arrived to do battle. This was proved by the question he asked. "I believe so." Came the SOLDIER's reply as he looked down at Akemi out the corner of his eye, giving him a small smirk, the first sign of emotion to appear on his face. Genesis turned his head further in Akemi's direction and subtly nodded his head, blinking slowly the once before continuing to speak softly back to him. "Make me proud. Trust in the strength of your sword arm, the speed of your eyes and listen to your heart, not your head." The Crimson SOLDIER kept his attention on his student, even when the boy in the black and red armour spoke up once more. While no attention was given to the Keybarer, his words did not fall upon deaf ears. Most curious, this 'Keyblade War'. It would seem that the SOLDIER 1st Class had found his target for this battle.
The loud clanking of metallic plates both hitting one another and rustling against each other had suddenly emerged from behind the trio of Light warriors. Genesis tilted his head a fraction away from Akemi to glance out the corner of his eyes, witnessing the massive suit of armour taking form. The Heartless boy had hardly moved and neither had that Knight either, so the only other one to have summoned such a thing would have been the Dark Keybarer. "Tch..." Was all Genesis said, his eyes turning cold as they watched the summoned monster raise a hand and unleash a large fireball into the air. It reminded him of his own Flash spell, as the fiery sphere shattered and rained down upon the heroes in the middle of the now-four opponents. Movement out the corner of his eye from where Akemi stood caused the auburn-haired man to step back once, watching intently as his worried student took it upon himself to summon a spell and use his strange ability to create a large, shield of ice shards which swiftly encased Deshi, Akemi and himself. The loud thuds of the fireballs raining down upon the icy cage shook the sandy earth underfoot, though the SOLDIER took it upon himself to turn and look back towards the Knight and the Dark Keybarer.
Through the blurry ice spikes, Genesis watched as the armoured male approached, weapon held high as he came in to attack. Before he reached the shield of ice however, the SOLDIER 1st Class glanced over to both Deshi and Akemi. "Akemi, as soon as you let this spell down, I want you to run at 'Whatever', that Heartless boy over there and give him everything you've got. He can summon many weird weapons and items, so always keep your guard up and your eyes open. Deshi, think you can handle the Tin Man? I'll take on the boy in black and red. I fear he may be a Keybarer, and if this is true, he'll be the strongest opponent here. As for the suit of armour, if you have you own summons, use them, otherwise..." Genesis broke off from his speech for a moment. Closing his eyes, the SOLDIER appeared to be concentrating on something as a frown crossed his face and a gathering of Darkness started to seep out from both his Heart and body. Only a second later and suddenly, stepping out from behind the SOLDIER as if it had always been there, a Genesis Clone made itself known to the group, it's face completely emotionless bar the frown it gave towards the large suit of armour on the other side of the ice cage. "... Leave it to 'me'." Genesis finished off with a smirk, tugging his right arm out his coat pocket and flicking his thumb towards his Clone.
What happened next happened within the blink of an eye. The moment the strike from the armoured Knight struck the ice spike summoned from Akemi, shattering them (hopefully) in the process, Genesis and his Clone had both vanished. Flexing their knees and digging into their enhanced 'super-human' qualities, Genesis had launched himself through the broken ice spikes, jumping straight past the spinning blades of Gabranth and rocketing towards the Dark Keybarer himself, leaving both Akemi and Deshi behind. During his 'flight', Genesis raised a hand and watched a ball of fire formed within his outstretched arm. Waiting to draw closer to the black and red armoured boy, Genesis swung his arm not once, but twice before himself. Each swing caused a burst of eightFlash
[/b] fireballs to explode towards Vanitas, all sixteen taking various angled arcs both up and out wide to both left and right before all turning about and homing in on the Keybarer with surprising speed. The Clone itself had also departed from the group, heading out back past Deshi and Akemi just as quickly as Genesis himself had made his move. Summoning it's Rapier to hand, the Clone darted left and right as best it could to avoid stray fireballs from the suit of armour. Not attacking though, the Clone zipped between the suit of armour's legs and took it's flank. Turning about, the Clone raised his Rapier up and prepared itself for attacking the metallic monster. [/blockquote] Clone has 100% health remaining.-=Cooldowns=- Genesis Clone Level Three[/b] - 3 Post Duration remaining. -- Genesis can summon an identical clone of himself that has 100% of his stats. The Clone can use all of Genesis' Powers listed on his profile, APART from summoning another Clone. The Clone can only use one Power per post.Flash[/b] - 1 Post. -- Forming a ball of flame in his hand, Genesis can unleash between 5-10 Flashes per swing of his arm. The maximum he can launch is 20. Flash has incredible tracking capabilities and each one explodes violently upon contact, causing small-medium fire elemental damage.
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Aug 27, 2012 8:13:49 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2012 8:13:49 GMT -5
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Ignoring his thoughts for now, he watched as spikes of ice were used as a shield. It appeared that the champion was the acting leader of the group as he seemed to formulate a plan fast before shifting into battle with a second him as if he had split in two. The two champions moved out as the armored knight started his attack, having avoided it as well.
The Heartless didn't feel much for just standing around to look like a painting or statue people could ignore. He had bended his legs and lifted his sword up from the ground, holding his arms over his head and placing the sword on his back. Using as much of his strength as he could, the Heartless jumped up to make his attack. Making use of the ice and fireballs, the Heartless moved up and Darkness started to swirl around his legs.
Having headed up, the Heartless figured he could shoot a stone down from above, or attempt to, and see how to deal with these opponents. However, as he attempted his spell ability, the Darkness that swirled around his legs started to cover his entire body. His skin started to darken into a dark grey color while the yellow in his eyes started to spread over his eye whites as he started Berserk.
Enhancing his speed and his strength, the Heartless jumped down while Judge Gabranth still performed his attack in a whirling motion in an attempt to strike both Deshitana and Akemi, but moving also towards Judge Gabranth as to try and take him into the assault as well. The Heartless now looked much more like a regular Heartless.
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