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Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2014 11:40:29 GMT -5
Xion was watching Titan warily...there was no telling what this being might be up to. When he shifted to keep his attention on both her and the other who had joined them, Xion shifted her position, too. There was no way she would let this ominous presence get an advantage any more than he would already have if it came to combat. She didn't know what to make of him, but she did know that he was not going to get away easily if he turned out to be bad. However, his attention was now focused on the newcomer. The comment the being made about his expectations of being greeted by spectres was not lost on Xion, and she glanced at him to see the smirk on his face. That was funny..? She supposed as a Nobody she could be mistaken for a ghost of sorts...but she wasn't! And it wasn't that funny.. But she shrugged it off, her attention on the conversation about the Keyblades. She looked from the ones in the ground to the one she held. Lost their light...Keyblades could do that too, just like people?
It made sense...if those who carried them lost their light...or life...then how would their weapons continue to carry what their wielders had without the holder? But the time for musing this newfound information was passed. A flash of light redirected her attention to the newcomer, and she realized the light came from the armor he had been wearing until just now. Did the armor work like the Keyblades, then? Summoned and then dismissed when no longer required? She stared at him, seeing him revealed as the armor vanished. He looked so much like....like Roxas. How was this possible? He had the eyes..and the hair...but..somehow it was different. And she had seen Roxas before...a while ago now, it seemed..but he hadn't seemed any different. What was going on here?
Xion shifted her stance again, watching the one who introduced himself as Ventus very carefully. Was this some trick? Or was he truly a different person..? He seemed familiar..in a place toward the back of her mind..a fuzzy sort of familiarity. But she had been almost fooled before...would this time prove different?
"You look like.....you look like Roxas. How is this possible? You call yourself Ventus...who are you, really?"
The Keyblade was still in her hand...and she lifted it slowly to point it at this 'Ventus', just in case this proved to be a trick.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2014 15:52:55 GMT -5
陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽 Can you see through the mist !?
A haunting memory bereft of the bodies that would create truth in the shallow pool of loneliness. It was impossible to shake off the nightmarish thoughts that plagued the body with a rattling fear of never meeting another on their path again. No matter how hard you seemed to fight, something always came to stop you. A tight lipped mime would draw walls that sat as strong as steel and climbed to the heavens. These blockades kept the traveler away from their goals and dreams. Every possible barricade was raised along the gravel dusted roads from walls to vales being dug along the path. Ethereal voices sought to call one from their forward march and into the fog of madness that hung over a ditch of starving wolves, who snarled and drooled at the air. The beasts were always ready to tear apart any bit of opportunity come their way.
Horrid serpents crawled through the hair of a damsel and drowning the peace of mind one clung to, of safety, in venom. It was a dreary future that had no happiness. In this graveyard nothing came out alive. It was a cold, unsettling sight. This is what mothers wished to spare their children from. But it was what many more mother required of their children in the rush of pushing them to grow. They had to learn to be strong enough to fight the wolves, yet know when feeding them was their responsibility. Love was the purest form of existence, but hate was its darkness. One had to learn to reach beyond the shadows and to the heavens to understand the sound of the beating heart. It beat when it was happy. It beat when it was afraid. It beat when there was love and sadness. The only time the heart did not beat was when there was death.
These were the sounds of life and death... Well death's music was an eerie him of emptiness that filled this world perfectly. Though the man claimed these -- Keyblades were not headstones, the whispered out the familiar song. The man turned to the girl with awe. The girl, on the other hand, held a distinct mistrust of the male. And why wouldn't she? The life that filled the man, the light. It was overwhelming, and must have especially been for the ghost. A smirk twisted up against his features as he rest his hands to his hips.
"It seems you are the spectre." He glanced between Xion and Ventus, as if talking to one, or the other, generically addressing them. "Places as this, which have no life, often build distorted images of the past to play games with the heart." Who would respond to his words?
Though the shadow girl intrigued him, the boy of light made his heart rumble. Who would show weakness first? Who would he hunt? He was patient, but the curiosity of these weapons and the pair's reaction to one another abated his actions temporarily. A calm expression was drawn over his features while his fingertips dug against his hips. His feet were firmly pressed to the floor, ready to react when one or the other made action.
"One of you... Does not belong here. One of you are a mere projection of the other's wish, but which?" The outsider would question, as if he were not a viable choice.
And why would he be? He had no familiarity between the two. He did not world a keyblade, nor was he part of their memories. It was not difficult to see they seemed interested in one another. Body language spoke rather loudly in the times words failed.
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profileTAGS: Next~! | NOTES: A wander through the valley of the Shadow of Death.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 20, 2014 16:56:31 GMT -5
[attr="class","ff"] [attr="class","fff"] NE [attr="class","ffff"] NE [attr="class","fffff"]STAR BURNING BRIGHT IN THE SKY JUST FOR YOU, JUST FOR YOU He looked like Roxas? Roxas, who was Roxas? His foot tapped against the ground for a few moments before it finally came to him, Roxas was Sora's Nobody! The guy he had spent a portion of his time with while sleeping, how could he just forget about him like that? He had JUST woken up though, so he was bound to be a little hazy when came to his memories. "Actually Roxas looks like me, it's a-" there was a pause in his words as he turned his towards Xion, only to find her Keyblade pointed in his face. He blinked and took a step away from her he could see the confusion present on her face, but that still didn't stop his hand from twitching. He wanted to call his own Keyblade into action but something within his heart kept him from doing it. Why? Why couldn't he call out his Keyblade against her, something inside of him just refused to let it happen. Did he know her? If so why couldn't he remember her? Why couldn't she remember him? "Why don't you put the Keyblade down? It would relieve a lot of tension in the air, besides I am who I said I am. Ventus." he tried his best to lower the level of nervousness in his voice, but felt like he had failed in doing so.
Why did something like this have to happen here of all places? Could he never visit the Keyblade Graveyard without some kind of problems arising? It certainly seemed like this place was cursed for him, next thing he knew Vanitas would show up and try to force him into the X-Blade again. He fought back shiver at the thought of running into him again. The tension within Ventus's body became more apparent when Titan spoke, the stranger of the group really. The girl in front of him was a stranger sure, but at least he felt like he knew...his heart certainly did anyway. "The spectre? You're really not helping the situation here man. I'm just trying to find my friends, I'm no ghost." wasn't he though? He was a ghost from the past. Awoken from its slumber to view the world through his own ghostly eyes once more. He was more of a spectre than anyone else here right?
He couldn't take his eyes off of Xion to focus on Titan who kept speaking, kept adding to the fire that building between Ventus and the raven haired girl. Why was he doing this? Did he not care if Xion struck at him? Of course he didn't. Ventus could feel the darkness coming off of him if only barely masked by the immense light his body gave off, the one downside of having no darkness in heart right? You tended to draw so much bad problems towards you. A heart of pure light was rare these days that Xehanort had to create one for his own twisted goals. Wait. Xehanort. Could this fellow be him? At least someone with his heart inside of their body. That event at Yen Sids...he had explained so much to Sora then...to everyone.
If this was him it brought a whole new level of chaos to this. "Listen to me, don't buy into his words he's trying to trick us. I've been here before, a very long time ago this place...it doesn't play with your mind." what if it did? What if all of this right now was a trick being done by his heart? No. That couldn't be the case, this was happening the girl in front of him was real. He knew she was. His HEART knew. He'd believe that over the words of some stranger, even more so if that man was Xehanort in disguise.
Ventus brought his left hand up towards his heart and began to back away from Xion, moving closer to the Keyblade's behind him. He was going to take a risk here, and a big one at that. "You can feel it can't you? The way our hearts connect? You're like a memory within the chamber of my mind that I can't quite place a picture to, but that doesn't make me less real. That doesn't make you less real, we're both real. He's trying to confuse, make us fight against one another. Don't buy into him." would his words work? Or it would just make the situation worse? He'd find out shortly he supposed. The young boy's body stopped moving when he felt his legs hit against one of the many Keyblade behind him, and took a deep breath perhaps even taking a gulp. If it came to it he'd fight back, and he wouldn't hold back...he wasn't about to let himself go down so soon after waking.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2014 19:50:57 GMT -5
This could be a trick....some shade of memories that combined to make something that they were not, or a conjured image created by the World that had once lived.. It was possible, right? After all, who could tell what shadows and wishes and unfulfilled lives lay here in the deserted and dead plains...Could it be that it was a manifestation of those losses that made this person appear?
But I'm not imagining this..there is a boy...man...person standing right in front of me who looks so much like Roxas. But something..something tells me it's not him! Why is this so confusing???
Xion gritted her teeth, aggravated now. She knew that this wasn't an imagination sort of thing...this 'Ventus' had to be real. And she couldn't rely on what she knew...he wasn't someone she had really known...was he? Yet that hair...and the eyes... he looked so much like her friend that Xion's chest ached with that strange painful feeling... She missed Roxas.. And here this person was who looked so very much like him that it was almost scary..almost. But she was more hesitant and wary than scared. She wanted to know information..answers. Why did he look like Roxas?
He had been answering, and then had turned to find her Keyblade pointed straight at him. He paused... good. Maybe he would come up with a good answer. She didn't know what to make of this situation..and for a moment the scene blurred into another just like it...only ages ago in her memory...
She stood with the Keyblade pointed at Roxas....she couldn't go back with him. Not the way she was...not without the answers she needed; And she wasn;t going to find them in the Organization's ranks...or with her friends. She just wanted him to go..she wasn't going to do anything...not yet..but...
And then with a blink she was back in the present, facing the messy-haired blonde Ventus...her head hurt with a dull pain, and her free hand went to her head as the other wavered in its upright hold of the Keyblade..
He sounded nervous..but she supposed probably most would if they found a Keyblade in their face. Her stance wavered again.. Putting down the Keyblade was starting to sound like a good idea...but what if this was still a trick? Something to get her guard down? She refocused as the dark one voiced a remark..
She was sure now, this was not a distorted image....nor was it some trick of memories or things from the past. But Ventus' reply caught her by surprise, as she had presumed the comment was toward her.
Ventus' words to her were even more surprising....though somehow familiar. And the mention of feeling connected...of familiarity.. He was right...though she had yet to know if the connection was real or conjured by some memory that had changed or come together differently. Her gaze went to the other being, from whom she could feel the power..and the darkness. It was almost oppressive.. She wondered absently if Ventus could feel it too..
However, the young boy's movements toward the Keyblades brought her attention back to him. What was he up to..? He could be going for a weapon....should she attack? Or should she give him a chance... She might learn something valuable...or she might lose everything.
Decisions decisions....and it was time to make one.
Keeping the Keyblade pointed at Ventus, she shifted her stance to make sure the positioning of her weapon could be used in defense or opposition against the chaotic being who stood there. Ventus had a point....this guy could be trying to get them to fight. What for? What was his reasoning....what would be gained from it? Information? What?
"You say we are connected....how? How are you and I connected in any way? I didn't know you in the Organization... So how is it we could possibly be connected?"
She glanced toward the one who stood watching the scene, with a question for him as well. The answers would have to be good...
"Is he right? Do you want us to fight? You seem pretty keen on egging this on...What do you gain from it?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2014 14:02:59 GMT -5
陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽 Can you see through the mist !?
The dragon, by his very nature was not one to openly face a challenge if it could be avoided. He was the runt of a pair and hardly fit, mentally, to tackle such proactive initiatives in making challenge toward strangers, especially when he could nor even place a stable scent upon one of them. While combat was sometimes the only wat in compelling a human to act, he has come to crossroads with the two individuals. Upon a dead world there was no means to dictate the shift of power. It was utterly useless. Like stealing a cart when you had nothing to pull it. It was his nature to stir conflict, but do his best to stay out of it whenever possible. Duels were what he did best and two against one were clearly unfavorable odds. He was not sure of their natures and if they were offended by his presence, yet.
But they were certainly uneasy with it!
A sneer twisted up to a smirk. "Oh he does not tempt you to fight, but to merely see the truth." He assured.
He did not make a move to attack them, or even look offended by the accusations at hand. He raised his hand, palm open to the air. His right hand moved to settle on his hip as his chest puffed out fearlessly. His wrist flicked his open hand in a dismissive motion. Even if the Light that seemed to surround the boy caused the hairs on his neck to stand on end, he kept his visage a strong picture of enlightenment, as if he knew something they did not. He held out his free hand and pointed his index finger. Bending his elbow his fingertip would press to the end of his nose, a grin drawing up on his features.
"He can smell it, as assuredly as one can smell the air of death here…" He pointed between the two of them. "One of you..is missing a portion of their scent. They do not quote lack a scent but it is as of they are -- dream. Someone's dream come to walk this works, that is what he smells." Though the description was vague at best, it was the truth.
The scent was faint, as if that person was hiding, or never really there. Allowing both hands to come to his lips he looked this way and that, between the two. His nose saw something his eyes could not and they could not deny this.
"Perhaps you two are connected…dreams connect hearts. One of you sleeps. One of you must wake." Of course he spoke in a metaphorical sense.
The dragon would have no true idea of the pair's actual experiences. But his nose knew the truth. One of these things was not like the others. One of these things just did not belong.
He spun on his heel so he faced the graveyard of keys. The boy dared to proclaim these were not tombstones… No matter how one looked to the situation this was a mass grave. Here lie the regrets and dreams of countless warriors. They lay forgotten, weapons laid to rest where failure was met. He scoffed.
"A soldier without his blade… can already be considered dead." He spoke out, to no one in particular.
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profileTAGS: Next~!| NOTES: You two decide who it is that is lying.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2014 23:40:59 GMT -5
EVEN IN THE HARSHEST DARKNESSTHE LIGHT NEVER LEAVES YOU She seemed to be just as confused about this entire situation as Ventus himself was, but the confusion didn't help at all. If anything it made the raven haired girl even more cautious towards the words escaping from Ven's lips, she didn't say anything in reply to his words at first thought. She simply stared ahead, perhaps working through things within her mind. The Keyblade didn't lower itself at all. It was still so off putting. The young girl only took her eyes of Ventus to look at the fiery haired man that added even more unneeded tension into the situation. Her eyes quickly darted back to Ven however the second his body moved towards the Keyblades, and this is where his risk started to really take effect.
The female shifted her stance and Ventus pressed his foot slightly against one of the Keyblades behind him, sure she was assuming what Ventus thought was a defensive stance but it was better to be safe than sorry. She finally spoke to him though, which made the young Keyblader relax if only slightly. She felt the connection. She didn't say it with her words but he saw within her eyes as she spoke towards him, and that feeling was enough to stop her from doing anything against him...for now. How were they connected though? He knew the answer, or at least he thought he knew it. It was the same way that Ventus was connected to everyone else aside from Terra and Aqua; it was the same way everyone was connected to each other it would seem. Would she believe him though? "Sora." the one word answer wasn't going to be enough for her though, and Ventus knew that. He needed to explain but how was he to go about it best.
Because it certainly had to be more than just Sora. The way she confused him with Roxas...it had more to do with him than the brown haired Keyblader. "No, it's more than just Sora it's Roxas too." he needed to be like Terra or Aqua in this situation, he needed to use his brain more than his emotion. "It's really hard to explain, but we are connected through those two people. You're a memory within my mind, but the memory is fuzzy like something is keeping me from putting all the pieces together." why would his mind and heart start playing tricks on him now though? His attention was drawn away from Xion as the red haired man began to speak; he wasn't tempting them to fight huh? It certainly seemed like he was, and seeing the truth was such a bs.
He kept talking though, kept saying how he could smell it. Smell what exactly? And then he explained it, he could smell that one of them was messing a portion of themselves. Ventus could only assume that he meant him. As far as he knew the girl in front of him was whole, not messing the darkness within her. It showed on his face too if only slightly, but quickly passed. Vanitas...why did he always find a way to come back and bite him in the ass? He was far more than a dream though.
While the flow of the conversation was focused on Titan Ventus acted, and he did so quickly. He let the full weight of his body pressed against the Keyblade his foot was on and it went flying upward into the air, and without a moment’s hesitation he grabbed hold of it with his right hand. The second his hand wrapped itself around the blade the light that had once been removed from it began to return, the blade once again regained its natural shine. The rust of that had once been present all but disappeared. His face turned serious as he pointed the Keyblade towards Titan, "This soldier just got his blade back though, and he'd like to know just who the heck you are." despite how focused he was on Titan he was ever so aware of Xion's weapon still pointed towards him. "Xion, I suggest you point that at this guy." her name split from his lips without him thinking, and he didn't even take notice. It seemed it was starting to come back to him though. ‹ WORDS › 718 ‹ TAG › @titan @xion ‹ NOTES › changed tables on yea!‹ MUSIC › Ventus's theme on violin
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2014 10:04:16 GMT -5
Xion was starting to feel stressed... the aggravation of the unknowns, as well as the riddles the taller ominous male spoke in were beginning to make her feel frustrated. Was no-one going to give a straight answer? Her gaze shifted between the two, focusing on Ventus as he spoke a single word. And that word froze her in place for a moment, in surprise.
Sora? This was the connection between them? The one whose Heart seemed to connect everyone...? Her blue eyes found Ventus', those bright eyes so much like Roxas'.. He was speaking again, and what he had to say was important. Trying to think through the surprise and the many thoughts that fought to be acknowledged at the mention of the Keyblade Wielder, Xion listened to Ventus' words.
Roxas was connected to Ventus through Sora? Or the other way around? Either way, the connection stood...and Xion was stunned by this revelation. However, Ventus' confession of the memory being fuzzy made Xion wince just slightly. She knew why that was...
Every time she thought about her friends, Xion remembered why they would not remember her if they met...at least, not right away. Having been created from Sora's memories, her sacrifice to save Roxas and end the Organization's plot for her use would erase her memory from the conscious mind..though the connection would remain tied to Sora's Heart. So she would still be remembered..just..not consciously.
She was also worried that Ventus would learn the truth of her origins..and the statement she heard come from the taller ominous male made an anxious feeling race through her..
A sense of panic began to grow in her chest.. how much could he tell? Would he figure out her secret? Would Ventus figure it out? What would his reaction be? If he found out that she had been created from memories stolen from Sora, would he know what that meant?
An uneasy sense of denial pushed its way through the turmoil of thoughts and emotions tumbling around inside her.. Ventus may not even know what that meant..or that it was even possible to steal memories. And the tall male...he could just be picking at something he sensed? He could be wrong..right? He probably wouldn't even know.
Xion's concentration on her dilemma was derailed by sudden movement from Ventus. She stared at him in astonishment as he levered a Keyblade up out of the ground and caught it. She was even more surprised as the dust and rust faded as the Keyblade regained a shine of Light, almost blinding compared to its previous state. He pointed the weapon at the taller male.
What? Oh, right..she was still pointing the Keyblade at Ventus. But at the same time...did she want to stay? If they figured out her secret...should she be leaving..?
"R-right...sorry."
Xion altered her stance to point the Keyblade at the taller male, waiting for his response to Ventus. Her mind was confused, though..torn between staying and running. She didn't know what to do..and her indecision showed, if just slightly. Her gaze was shadowed, and her stance wavered slightly.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2014 11:28:10 GMT -5
The ominous feeling was that of a new sensation as Neku exited the still mysterious portal that he continually put his trust into. He wondered if jumping into randomly appearing portals might send him somewhere desolate or dangerous at some point. As if on cue, the image that greeted Neku was along those lines. A field littered to the bone with...giant keys? Neku brought a hand to his eyes and rubbed them in the hopes that this weird dream would vanish. As expected though, the sea of keys remained. Upon closer inspection, he realized that these 'keys' resembled the same weapon that Sora was wielding when they first fought alongside each other.
"A field of keys in an empty location? This doesn't make any sense whatsoever." Finally deciding that he would learn nothing whilst standing still like a statue with sporadic thoughts, Neku took a step in the direction of the keys. He knew not why he was so scared of such a peculiar situation, but only that he was in fact scared and unable to assess what was going on. Walking up to one of the so-called weapons, Neku put a finger on the hilt to feel the material it was made of. Regretting the fact that he missed his opportunity to ask about these things, he wrapped his hand around the hilt. Stopping mid-grip, Neku finally noticed the presence of others there.
As if a fog had been lifted, the form of three figures appeared. From the looks of it, a conflict was unfolding. Two figures were pointing the key-like weapons at a third one. "I guess if I'm looking for answers about Sora or the key things, those would be the two I should ask." Inching himself over to the drama, Neku tried to listen in to maybe get a clue as to what was occuring. A feeling of safety was upon him because of his presence behind the blonde keywielder. If the duo before him were working together, he was relieved that the chances of them confusing him for an ally of the their red haired enemy would be low if he appeared on this side of the conflict. Though he was sure that he'd be discovered eventually or that he'd already been discovered from the get-go, he crept on to fuel his inner most nosy needs.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2014 20:01:49 GMT -5
陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽 Can you see through the mist !?
The dragon stood with his back to those around him. His hands still calmly rest at his hips as his listened to the crying world. His amber eyes stared off into the lifeless ocean of tombstones that stood as epitaph to those that were left behind. The winds were what were left of the struggles the world had faced, but empty memories crying out to be brought back to life. In the face of this possible danger, the beast did not act. He did not yet know the power Keyblades held, but he could feel the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. Something was bone chilling about them. For a creature of darkness it could be said that such weapons, which cast out the dark, were life threatening to one such as him.But his experience reduced the fear and any possible reaction he may have had had he a bit more information. Even if he was aware of their capabilities he would not react as the hunter. He would continue his hunt. He raised his head, nose catching another scent along the stale and tired winds.
His red hair would fall over his eyes a dark smirk painted itself over his features. It would appear death itself decided to join them, or something friendly with it. The creature himself was no stranger to the all encompassing cycle of life, but he had not faced it himself-- yet. Oh things were becoming more intriguing as the time ticked on by. He slowly turned, not once moving to draw any sort of weapon or cast magic. His face returned to a neutral position: brows pinched and lips slightly quirked over his teeth. In fact he did not look to be armed once he fully circled. Front, back, he had no blades, guns or even any charms that assisted in the casting of magic. All that was on his person was a feather covered object which hung from his hip. It occasionally caught against the wind, making the wooden motif dance. It looked like a Dream Catcher, a relic that was painstakingly made by a skillful hand. It felt more a good luck charm than a weapon brimming with darkness as he. He looked to Xion who appeared to be hesitant in her actions, and looked toward the now armed man who had come from the nothingness this world had to offer.
He held out his hands. “Yet here we are, one man unarmed and two individuals armed and pointing their weapons at him?” His brow quirked when he took a notice of where the new individual stood. “You there--” He called out to the boy. “By your position, who is the one on the defensive?” It was not even something needing to be answered.
The beast lowered his hands and began to laugh as he sauntered back before moving to turn toward the graveyard, the field of keys which were met with nothing but silence as he walked around one of the, the tips of his fingers overing over one of the hilts. He looked to Ventus, face now veiled by a deadly serious expression, mouth parted as he exhaled. It could have been the imagination or the wisps of dust that were picked up by the wind, but it almost appeared as if smoke flowed from his lips. Low laughter rattled from his lips before the brute was laughing with that deep, smooth tone of his. His hand settled over his stomach. The tension in the air was utterly delightful. He had never tasted anything so sweet. At least from the girl. The boy was confident and it was amusing, to say the least. The Titanic brute had never seen someone so calm in the face of danger like this. He motioned his hand.
“And stealing from the dead?” He motioned to the Keyblade which had been sleeping all this time. “Perhaps it is you who is the dream… The way you defend yourself so vehemently, wanting the girl to believe you. But how does she have any more reason to believe you, than him?” He stepped around, body maneuvering so he was now closer to Xion, but still a credible distance that it was not intruding.
He looked to Xion. His nose wiggled as he stood tall and took in a deep breathe. His face seemed to shift to one of revelation as his brows raised and lips curled back in a smile.
“He is not the one… who is a dream, is he…?” He bade toward Xion. He could smell it now that he was closer... “It… it is you.” Looking to Ventus. “So you have come to take back this, your dream, is that what your words mean? Do you mean to wake her from her dreams…? It would mean she would no longer exist...”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 16, 2014 14:26:48 GMT -5
EVEN IN THE HARSHEST DARKNESSTHE LIGHT NEVER LEAVES YOU So if he could be thankful about anything that had happened today it would be that he had avoided possibility going up against a friend, it would have been shame if he hadn't managed to convince Xion he wasn't an enemy. It might have been a little too early to be claiming a victory however, after all so far all he had managed was to get her to point her Keyblade towards the taller male of the group. Strangely enough as Ventus's eyed the red haired stranger he didn't react how Ventus assumed he would have, he saw no signs of the man's body tensing up nor did he look in the least bit concerned about the powerful weapons being pointed towards him. He was either holding back an extreme amount of power that Ven wasn't aware of, or he was foolish and unaware of just how strong the weapons pointed at him were. Granted something he had learned in the past was that the weapon didn't necessarily make the man, it takes a skill warrior to make the weapon truly dangerous.
There was of course a third option and that the stranger was simply brave, and was forcing his uneasiness not to show. This third choice felt more like what was really going on, at least to Ven anyway. Ven's grip on the temporary Keyblade tightened when Titan allowed for an eerie smirk to cross his features. Just what was he so sure of that could allow for him to smirk like so? Everything seemed to be against him at this point. It unnerved Ventus, and reminded him of Vanitas is only slightly. The way his darker half seemed so sure no matter the odds, and pressed with a swagger of darkness backing him. Titan held his hands outward and Ventus took a step forward getting himself ready for any actions the strange man might pull, and when he spoke Ven let his eyes roll. "Just because you're unarmed doesn't mean you're not dangerous. Anyone who's been in enough battles would be able to tell you that, but I think you're still trying to play us as fools." as Titan spoke to someone that was neither Ven, nor Xion the blonde titled his head backward if only slightly to take notice of an orange haired boy. Ventus could only blink at the newcomer, when the heck had he managed to get here? When did he get behind Ventus in the first place? He looked familiar...but much like Xion he couldn't put his finger as to why he did.
"Just when did you get here!?! And what is with hecking being all sneaky?" Ventus inquired while keeping his attention drawn towards Titan, he needed to make sure the man didn't pull anything. He was laughing now too? This guy had the evil villain thing down, and if he wasn't evil the laugher and creepy face weren't helping his case. The way he moved around the field of dead Keyblades was almost as if he was predator, and for all Ventus knew he was. They were sheep and he was the wolf, or at least it might have seemed that way. Ventus was a sheep with the fangs of a wolf, and he'd be sure to show it. Was he really stealing the Keyblade though? It had been here for such a long time and if anything he was giving it new life, if only for the moment. It was a lot better then what Vanitas had done with them, rode them. Infused with vile darkness and let them sink even further into a life without light.
He was still trying to play mind games though, and while Ventus had steeled himself to ensure they wouldn't work anymore he didn't know about Xion, or the newcomer for that matter. Hell he still didn't know if the stranger could be trusted, so much going on and so little time to process everything. So was the life of a hero sometimes. Titan creeped closer to Xion and began to whisper things, and sniff at her as if she was piece of meat. He didn't listen to his words as he took one more step forward and let the Keyblade within his grasp poke against the brute's chest. A rather protective look appearing within his light blue eyes, "Stop with the mind games already and just explain yourself, you're really starting to test my patience here." truth was Ventus was a little scared despite how sure of himself he seemed to be, and he needed to keep the act of being tough up for as long as he could. He knew what happened when you let guys like this see some kind of weakness in you. ‹ WORDS › 718 ‹ TAG › @titan @xion ‹ NOTES › changed tables on yea!‹ MUSIC › Ventus's theme on violin
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Post by Deleted on Nov 23, 2014 19:30:06 GMT -5
Xion didn't know quite what to make of this whole scene...she was sure that to one who had only arrived, it must look very strange indeed, two young kids with oddly-shaped weapons pointed at a titanous man whose presence literally screamed danger, almost overpoweringly dark. How did someone get such darkness in them? He wasn't a Nobody or a Heartless...nor was he born of Darkness. So where had he absorbed all of this Darkness she felt in the red-haired beast of a man..she would refer to him as a titan, since that was his stature and he had given no name to identify himself with... His words about being unarmed would have made her laugh, had the situation not been so tense...he was far from defenseless, even if he held no obvious physical weapon. The muscles belied his strength; and though his stance was casual, even to the point of not caring, she suspected it was a show. He would not hesitate if attacked...he had the presence of a hunter. Hunters didn't give up...and they didn't switch sides. They sought a target, and weak points.. If it came down to it, the physical capabilities of the titan would be something to reckon with...though the Darkness would be weak to the Light of the Keyblades..perhaps it would even out..give them a chance.
And...there certainly was a newcomer, as the titan had pointed out. Xion frowned slightly, confused by the new arrival's presence. While the titan-man's presence was obviously Dark, and Ventus was obviously Light, the newcomer's presence was...faded.. yet also solid. There was a certain hollowness she felt..something she had once experienced....death? Had this new arrival died at some point? And had he actually come back from that death? Or was he truly a ghost? Though..he would be a Nobody then, right? But he didn't have that presence...what was he?
Xion tensed as the titan-man moved, her feet freezing in place as she watched him warily, every muscle on alert, every nerve strained in preparation to move or roll or whatever the proper way to avoid him would be if something happened. But she didn't expect his words.. He stopped just close enough to keep the tension in her body, but not close enough to be in personal space. He sniffed, seeming to smell out a scent...and she swallowed hard, fighting back the dread she felt rising. He spoke then, looking right at her.
Xion didn't look away, she didn't blink..she didn't do anything. She knew the words that were coming next...she could almost feel them coming.
Xion released the breath she didn't realize she had been holding in when the titan-man looked toward Ventus. He wasn't looking at her anymore...somehow she couldn't breathe when he stared at her with those burning amber eyes...they seemed to search out weak points..poke at the depths where she had hidden her secrets....those eyes so reminiscent of Xemnas...
No! She wasn't going to think of that name right now. It would only create more distraction, more apprehension. And this titan-man was hunting...they needed him to become the hunted, right? But she couldn't focus right...how much did the titan-man know? Did he know the real secret? Or was he simply guessing? Ventus's reply to Titan about mind-games made Xion feel slightly better, less under-pressure. So he could see through this titan-man's game? Was it truly a game? Or did he really know something? This titan-man was a being of Darkness...he could not be trusted, no matter what, right?
Re-affirming her grasp on the Kingdom Key, Xion glanced at the orange-haired newcomer, and then at Ventus. His determination to be strong rang a bell somewhere within her mind, in her memories..he was so much like Roxas..so very much. Her gaze returned to Titan. She did not have the determination to speak just at the moment, but she needed to know just what this titan-man thought he knew.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 29, 2014 11:16:50 GMT -5
Before Neku even realized that his presence had become known, the unarmed man asked of him who the person on the defensive was in this situation. The answer seemed obvious but it was most likely a rhetorical question, anyway. Standing in a fixed position, Neku took in the situation. All eyes were on him for but a split second. It looked as though the lone victim here had triggered the other two individuals but neither seemed hurt so an act of violence was out of question. Looking around at the keys and back at the key wielders helped nothing. Neku assumed that questioning the situation was his only option.
Neku stopped dead in his tracks when the blonde haired individual started to speak. He seemed to be calm and collected. If anyone was to attack first out of those two, it would probably be him. He had a confidence about him, though it could all be a facade. People were known to keep their outer feelings and inner feelings separate in confrontations and Neku was no different. This particular situation with this particular environment sent chills all through his body but he wouldn't dare show it. The truth was that he had no clue where he was or who he could trust here. "I only just arrived, to answer your question, and I didn't plan on getting mixed up in whatever this may be." The fact of the matter was, Neku was neutral. He didn't have an obligation to either side. In his eyes, Neutrality was a blessing. No forced positions and no assumed outlooks. "May I ask why this confrontation seems so unfair?" It seemed that whatever 'party' had been taking place, Neku was a bit late.
In what seemed to be the most sinister way, the outcast had made his way up to the assumed companions. He began to speak but Neku was far too aback to make any sense of the words. Did he just..sniff her? The blonde began to exert his dominance at once and even went so far as to poke the key at the rather terrifying man's chest. He's braver than me, that's for sure. The key's that the individuals held were nearly glowing compared to the lifeless keys among the endless collection that surrounded them. The blonde grabbed one when I first arrived. Maybe I could... He waved away the notion instantly. Something just didn't sit right with this junkyard of keys, and they both wielded their keys with a type of ownership. Taking a random key seemed out of the question.
After taking a few more steps to at least come within talking distance of the conflict without yelling being necessary, Neku halted once more. He put a hand on his head and remembered he had his headphones on. That might explain my low-hearing capabilities. He removed his headphones from his ears and donned them around his neck. Neku didn't have a shiny key but he had a few tricks up his sleeve. This confidence of the blonde guy kind of reminds me of...No. It couldn't be. He couldn't have more friends around. Only time would tell Neku which way this situation was going, so he waited patiently for the next turn of events.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2014 0:17:42 GMT -5
陰 Dragon ☯ Shaman 陽 Can you see through the mist !?
The dragon was greatly amused. These keyblade wielder's did not appear all that intelligent by their reactions. They spoke as if they understood something he did not. He blinked at the fluttering revelation. They could sense him! Their unease did now come from his mere presence, why should it? He had no overwhelming presence or strength. In fact it was quite the opposite. Though his years cut beyond their own, his strength was divided thanks to the fact he held no sense of self. What they saw before them was a shadow. A curtain of illusions laced with a dose of fiction. Everything before them had been finely constructed to intimidate, yet blend in with one's environment. For humans size mattered. Being physically fit, even if physically incapable, lured humans into a false sense of security easy to take advantage of. Color intrigued them, so keeping his natural, red shade drew the eye even in a crowd. But for the simple fact that he looked human, he was quickly seen as part of the group. The only way, the only reason one held, to shy away from the dragon is of they could see his darkness. As for their fretting over his lack of weapons being but a ruse, he was not without just reason. He did not use weapons with the knowledge of his own physiology, which was based on half truths. Not only did his regrettably massive form did they act more a burden than crutch, but growing up he was not able to afford such privileges. If he was faced with the need of using a tool extending out from his person to proceed into combat with advantage, he would grab the nearest chair. But to excel at using any one weapon was foolish and disadvantageous. It was likely these brats could only wield the weapons in their hands, limiting them to close quarters capabilities, but that did not mean they were without the graces of magic. But seeing as his entire body was trained to be a weapon, he was balanced. " Can you not hear it?" His words would draw from his throat as Neku lowered his headphones. But we're they to listen they would only hear the wind. The little shadow had yet to chime in, which means he has gotten to her, crawling his tendrils of worry beneath her skin. Though the boy was not as susceptible as he wishes, the young man seemed to hold doubt toward his alignment. He smirked. " Fighting only begets fighting. He plays no games. He only speaks the truth. But isn't it always a game of youth to perpetuate falsehoods as accurate because it suits their needs? The world is not black and white. The gray that exists is a result of one's own inabilities to perceive it." With his words he pointed to Xion as he moved back toward the solemn sea of metal. There the music became deafening. Each step crunched in the gravel below. The wind caused his charm to dance, the multicolored beads hanging from the feathers clicking against the petrified blades, rusting in the sun. The wind howled and the beating of their hearts only paved the way for this tune. " This world is dead! And your inability to let those gone rest create dreams, summon nightmares!" Though his words were strong, his voice barely raised. " Your actions are what drive forward the end. Haven't you even taken notice of it stirring? In your lust to lunge any anything strange and different, you are blind to what is right in front of one!" Of course the moment Xion and Ventus had released their blades, the darkness had begun to snake in more heavily. Even if the beast's arrival had triggered their waking, the Keyblade finalized it. They had been so distracted with his own, that it shielded the raising flood just beneath their feet. Those that once slept beneath the earth could feel the swirling emotions fresh. They had been lying in wait. The ground began the rumble, the dry dirt cracking and chipping. Surrounding them all were a ring of Mandrake. Dancing about they had tasted the life that had returned. They would shake their leaves and begin to spread the poison that would choke the life from them.
龍 Fai 'Titan' Jiao-long 巫 46 | Male | Dragon profileTAGS: @ventus @xion @darts23 | NOTES: A faerie ring of disaster!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2014 14:47:43 GMT -5
EVEN IN THE HARSHEST DARKNESSTHE LIGHT NEVER LEAVES YOU The longer this went on the worst this situation seemed to get for them, and the more control over everything Titan seemed to have. Despite Ventus's best effort to stop him from getting inside of Xion's head he seemed to have failed, as the raven haired girl made no comments against Titan. She seemed far more lost in her train of thoughts than anything else, it was little unsettling. "Xion, focus. Don't let his words affect, he's trying to weaken your mind." at least it seemed that way anyway, truth be told Ventus was lost. His words all seemed so confusing and tossed together randomly. The way he spoke in third person certainly didn't help Ventus understand anything.
He turned his head away from Titan for only moment to look towards the newcomer and his brightly orange hair, such an awkward time for one to stumble across people. Neku might not have wanted to be involved in the situation but Titan gave him no choice and forced him into. "I suggest leaving if you don't want to be involved, I've got no idea how much longer this situation will remain civil." it was the truth, everything was tilting towards a fight breaking out. A fight, that's outcome Ventus did not know. So many unknown variables in this situation, variables that could very well lead to defeat. Plus if Ventus was going to be honest with himself he wasn't quite sure how he'd fare in a battle right now. All those years of slumber had caused his body to decline slightly; he was as fit as he used to be. The light inside his body also wasn't as strong as it once was; it needed more time to regather its power. He might be able to last awhile, but against someone whose power was unknown he had no idea how long awhile truly was.
His grip on the Keyblade tightened as he turned his attention towards Neku once more, "You can feel it can't you, the darkness that this man oozes from his body? It's strong. In my experience a person with a darkness like that is typical someone, who is on the wrong side of things." a truth. Master Xehanort had a powerful darkness, and so did the many others that followed him. This man was surely no different right? He'd find out soon enough. Once again the man spoke in riddles and confusing tones, and Ventus could only shake his head. He was never going to just reveal his true motives was he? This was really starting to push his limits, and he could feel his anger boiling away inside of him. He was going to have to act soon, put an end to all of this even if used up what little power he had gathered so far. The blonde took a step forward and as he did so he began to feel the ground shake beneath his feet. "What did you do?" Ventus asked with harshness inside of his voice, as he steadied his balance. Eyes looked towards the ground as he watched it crack and chip away, something beneath was awakening from its long slumber.
The creatures shot up from the ground and when they did so Ventus's eyes widened and his whole body began to fill with a flood of negative emotions. Fear, anger, sadness, all of them hit him at once. Only one emotion rose its way above all the others and that was anger, anger that these creatures even existed still. The Unversed should have been gone, destroyed when Vanitas met his end. Yet here they were, called forth by this red haired man. A feat that should have been impossible Vanitas was the only one who could control and summon the Unversed. Yet here they were, appearing at the man's whim. Of course it could just appear that way; Vanitas could have been somewhere pulling the strings. It wasn't impossible. If Ven himself had woken up then Vanitas could have as well, he'd have to go back to that castle after this; explore it for any signs of Vanitas's return. If he had come back then the worlds were in trouble and so were his friends, that monster would not stop until Ventus was alone.
Luckily for both Xion and Neku Ventus knew of these creatures, and knew how they acted. He slammed his fist onto his shoulder and in a flash of light his armor formed around his body. The poison that they spewed would have to work its way through that before it was able to reach Ventus directly, and that would give him enough time to handle this situation. "Xion! These creatures leak out poison get out of the circle!" he figure it didn't need to be said to Neku as well. Surely the orange haired boy would be smart enough to take his advice as well. He turned his eyes towards Titan, "You, how are you doing this? Is the boy with the mask somewhere nearby?" he shouted. Ventus didn't need an answer right now, nor did he wait to hear one before acting. He pointed the Keyblade up in the air and forced the light within himself to shot outwards, forming a sphere of wind and light. Magnega began to pull the Mandrake in towards it and spin them around damaging them with its powerful light. He doubted it would work to pull Titan towards it, but it was worth a shot. ‹ WORDS › 916 ‹ TAG › @titan @xion ‹ NOTES › Magnega Summon a large sphere of light that pulls all but the heaviest of enemies into it, dealing damage as they float about. [CD4] ‹ MUSIC › Ventus's theme on violin
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2015 23:35:47 GMT -5
Xion stared at the titanous man. What exactly did he know? How much had he figured out? Or was he simply reading her reactions and trying to get inside her head....if he had been trying to get in her head, he had succeeded. But Rox....Ventus had remained vigilant...she needed to stay by his side and not let this monster man get under her skin. He couldn't know the real secret, so for now all he could pick up was her Nobody scent, she supposed. If they even had a scent. She knew that as a Nobody she could sense other Nobodies presences, usually..and most of the time she could feel the darkness of others (as being a Nobody, she was no stranger to Darkness).
This man was definitely not a good person....but what was his purpose here, then? And what was his game?
Ventus's shouting dragged her concentration back to the present, and she stared at him uncomprehendingly until his words made sense.
The boy's armor was once again appearing in a flash of light, and he shouted at the titan man who had summoned creatures that seemed like Heartless...but at the same time much different.. What were they?!
The Keyblade came up in a flash as Xion did as Ventus had said, retreating from the circle these Heartless-who-aren't-Heartless had made. They were indeed spreading poisonous gases; Ventus cast a Magnega spell, and Xion joined in with Blizzard, hoping to freeze at least a few of the noxious creatures. Her gaze flicked to the one who had summoned these creatures. Had he really done that? How? And if he hadn't...then these things had been waiting underground..for what? And for how long? What had brought them?
Her focus shifted to the orange-haired kid who had since walked up on the encounter, and now stood apart from them, but still in harm's way. Would he move??
******** [OOC] Action: Cast Blizzard {a chunk of ice shards that hones in on opponents, causing Ice damage and possibly freezing them momentarily}
Tag~ @darts23 You're next!
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