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Post by Larxene on Oct 27, 2009 12:14:28 GMT -5
The Olympus Coliseum has been attacked by Light. Light Group | Attacking: Zack Fair [Leader]
Sora
Ventus ----- The Dark has ten 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 gets a Raid Group, or if the Light has won the world! Keep an eye out! |
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Post by Larxene on Oct 27, 2009 12:57:27 GMT -5
A Dark Group of Three has Countered the Attack! Dark Group | Defending:
Nero [ Leader]
Kefka
Avaran
---- Posting Order: Zack Fair, Nero, Sora, Kefka, Ventus, then Avaran.---- If no winner has been decided by November 27th, then a staff member will review and decide the winner! Remember the Rules!! - [ RULES HERE] Let the Battle Begin!! |
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Post by zack on Oct 27, 2009 13:21:03 GMT -5
The Olympus Coliseum; a world where the strongest warriors gather to show their strength against other warriors in grand tournaments. Today, the Coliseum is empty, and the only sounds in the arena are from the wind gently blowing through. Just then, a tall guy in strange clothes carrying a large sword walks into the arena, and then looks around. Zack Fair; an expert fighter from the world of Gaia has come to the arena in order to claim the Coliseum in the name of light. As he stands in the middle of the arena, a smile comes across his face.
"You'd expect someone to be trying to take this place. Guess this makes my job a lot easier. Another world for the side of light." He then goes over to the stands, and takes a seat, in order to rest a bit. "It's surprising that there is no one around today. Wonder what's going on?"
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Post by nero on Oct 27, 2009 13:47:13 GMT -5
A black devious moaning portal opened up. Which, slightly caused some excitement among any light bing in the area. Slowly, Nero walked out of the devious portal. His hair is shaggy long and black. Now his eyes were red cat like eyes. He had one a white mask which pretty much covered his whole face. Really, the white mask covers his mouth,chin,a small portion of his top head, and cheeks.
Nero had on his normal DeepGround attire, which made him look frightening.
The worst part about Nero was his lethal metal wings. Both were razor sharp and could cut flesh like butter.He slightly squinted his eyes due to the lighting shining into his eyes. Nero scanned the area and spotted Zack Fair. The Tsivet had once herd about the warrior. Supposedly, he was very powerful indeed.
"Ah a warrior of light to claim this world?" He said in a sly tone of voice. Nero could feel the darkness and the light clashing in this world. Slowly, his moaning portal vanished into nothingness. As he took another step Nero knew that more beings were about to come. Perhaps two more dark and two more light. This battle would prove to be very tough in the long run.
What would happen first? Would they attack each other or would they introduce? Either way it did not matter much to Nero. Just as long as he wins this world with his soon to be companions. Today would be a very sunny day. Meaning a very good time to have exhausting battle. Very soon his straight jacket would release his arms.
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Sora
Keyblader 
-The Key to Everything-[M:300]
"It's just...they really need me. I have to go. I am who I am, because of them."
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Post by Sora on Oct 28, 2009 6:13:31 GMT -5
(OOC: Zack, please try to post at least three paragraphs per post; it's the minimum requirement on the site, as any less is hard to write an answer to and too short to write up compared to everyone else. Thank you.)
The Olympus Coliseum, a world filled with the daylight and the cheering of the crowd in the coliseum above, and covered in darkness and the sounds of the wailing dead in the Underworld below. The two sides seemed to be a yin and yang of the world, two opposites always opposing each other, always at odds yet maintaining a balance as much as day and night. A system of life, the living up above, becoming the dead souls found below. And then the cycle would begin again, with the gods forever watching for eternity, maintaining the order while pushing each other to test their limits. The pushing moving the hands of the clock of time, the immortal beings the only thing unmoved in the river of it's flow, as the specator's struggle above and below continued.
It was here Sora found himself at the gates of the Coliseum, where once normally he would be here on patrol to check in on his friends, he now found himself fearing for their safety because of the new Heartless menace. There was always strong warriors here from all different kinds of worlds to train and test their strength, but how many were concerned about Hercules and his friends, especially with Hades always out to get him? Even the world's strongest hero needed a little help every now and then, as Sora had found out in the past, especially if the Heartless Horsemen were here and scheming with Hades in the shadows. He hoped he would also get to see Auron and maybe even Cloud here, any familiar face to tell him that the world was okay so he could move on to check the next. He didn't even want to think about how many worlds the Heartless would get to before he could, and hoped the worlds would call out to him if they were under duress, which from the thrum of his keyblade he felt this world was telling him.
He pushed open the doors to the lobby, and looked around, but no-one was in sight. The situation felt eerie, and Sora felt he should check the arena before he left, even though it was even eerier that there wasn't a roar from the crowd outside. He pushed the doors open, and saw the bleachers were empty, but as he scanned from left to right immediately noticed the two figures in the middle wearing black. One person he recognized was named Zack, a swordsman which he met right in the lobby now behind him which wielded a huge sword like Cloud's. The other... he had never seen before, with a strange attire of strapped mask and arms with steel wings, and black hair with red eyes like Vincent's.
Darkness wisped around his form... Sora wasn't about to jump to conclusions, but he watched for a moment to hear and possibly see, a conversation or even a battle between these two to see what the situation was.
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Post by kefka on Oct 28, 2009 17:22:46 GMT -5
Olympus Coliseum. The name promised so much. A coliseum implies bloodshed and battle, fierce warriors fighting savagely in a melee maelstrom all in the name of pride, glory or the intoxicating thrill of battle. An arena where fame and fortune could be won at the flash of a sword, a shower of blood and life or, alternatively, where eternal rest could be claimed by those who did not wish for it. At the very least, some exciting, man-on-man action that would provide a decent day’s worth of entertainment. They shouldn’t be barren and empty, devoid of life or color! They should be filled with excitement and merriment as people enjoy the sight of other people beating the life out of each other!
Well, from what Kefka could see, none of that was happening right now. The coliseum was totally bare, the stands devoid of any life, cheering or bleeding. The architecture itself was completely uninteresting and clichéd. Podium columns? Marble hallways? Boring, Boring, Boring! Every world he went into was a pastiche, a drawn out shallow land where everything was the same, everything was badly designed and had no basis in reality whatsoever. Nothing about them makes sense! It was getting infuriating, moving from one world to another, scoping out possibilities for mischief only to find the same old patterns, same old tropes, and same old situations. It already felt odd, begging for all of this. At first, when he stepped forward and ventured forth into new and uncharted territories, he had thought himself lucky. Now, all he wanted was to return back to his own world and play with those citizens instead of having to endure another insipid quest or another insipid encounter with a bunch of insipid people.
Just when Kefka was about to turn around, exit the unoriginal coliseum and move on to (hopefully) greener pastures, he heard voices talking somewhere deep inside the coliseum. He sighed, curiosity getting the better of him and floated up towards the roof and into the bleachers to find a better view of the action.
Now hopefully, this little escapade will be worth it
There weren’t any people in the stands he could see, that much was certain. The wind whistled against the bare walls of this empty place, further creating a sense of loneliness and isolation that shouldn’t be in a coliseum of this size. Kefka narrowed his eyes and put his hand against his forehead to cover the glare of the sun and saw the source of the voices. Two lone figures stood in the middle of the arena, facing each other in that sweet way that only antagonists do. One of them carried an idiotically large sword, almost as tall and wide as he was, which was just stupid. The other one he couldn’t see his face, given that his back was turned towards Kefka but those black, metallic wings weren’t hard to miss. Kefka sat down comfortably on a seat and drew his arms behind him, resting his head against them. Well, he didn’t expect anyone else to be here, odd given that a fight is about to break out. Oh well, he might as well stick around and enjoy the show. Hopefully, someone will die or at least suffer horrific injuries and he’ll get his money’s worth.
Oh wait. Another player had sauntered into the scene. Kefka’s eyes widened when he saw the doofy kid from Traverse Town enter the arena cautiously, looking at the pair in front of them. What are the odds of that? The random spiky-haired, key-wielding adolescent suddenly appears in the one place Kefka is in as well. Either fate has deigned to give him a treat or decided that he was having too much good luck not getting menaced in the past few days. Either way, he was bound to have fun this time around. Forgetting his earlier plan of just watching the carnage, Kefka stood up and floated next to the kid, arms crossed, looking at the antagonistic pair beyond. “Nice of you to drop in,” He said playfully, cocking his head to one side. “You want to join in or just watch from a distance?”
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Post by ventus on Oct 29, 2009 15:01:38 GMT -5
Having just arrived, Ventus found himself gazing in amazement at t the left hand statue. He was mesmerized at the glow; the sparkle and the colour. Ventus had before visited the Coliseum and was eager to see just how much everything had changed, if anything had changed that is. He smiled, faintly and thought himself invisible. He had not seen anybody else around thus far and was beginning to think he'd arrived a little early.
Looking around the open expanse of the Coliseum's gates, most of which Ventus remembered was a little bland, was the same. Tweaking his interest though, was the leader boards. He pondered quietly to himself, lifting his right hand up to his chin. Who was topping the charts nowadays? Was it Hercules perhaps? Deciding to check, Ventus ventured over to the three, separate boards drooping off the wall. The first, he read: "So...ra... Huh, I think I've heard that name before. It was puzzling, he remembered the name, but from where? Who had told him about Sora? Who exactly was Sora? These were all questions Ventus wanted answers to, because, for whatever reason he remembered he needed to thank this Sora person. Shrugging it off to leave to a later date, Ventus slunk over to look at the next, only for his smile to widen into a grin at the name 'Hercules'. It didn't come as much of a surprise, knowing Hercules, that is. Neglecting the third and final board, Ven swung himself around and ran towards the gates leading to the lobby. He thought, that maybe Hercules himself was there.
Within a matter of seconds Ventus had made his way to and through the gates leading to the lobby, taking one last glimpse of the massive gates on the other side of the open area he was once in before finally shutting the doors behind him. His head flicked around as soon as. But to see what? There was nobody here to greet him, just another empty space, just another 'closed' sign before the way to the arena. He was slightly annoyed, as he couldn't hear any cheering. It was enough for him to leap over the sign and run straight for the arena, in hopes of seeing someone he knew.
A flush of white light swept over Ventus as he came through the doors to the arena, his ears, rather than his eyes picked up some idle chatter, so perhaps it was an off day. An off day? What was he thinking, there was, as his eyes tuned in on those around him, about four others including him. That though, wasn't what caught his attention.
As the chime of Ven's footsteps came to a slow halt, Ventus was confronted with... A clown.. And a mummy. The other two, seemed fairly normal. The one closest to Ventus though, carried a weapon similar to his own, a Keyblade. Unlike Ven's own, this boys had a key chain. Not asking questions, Ventus himself decided to pipe down and stay quiet. Though his eyes showed a glint of uneasiness, as both the clown and the other, the man with metallic wings that appeared to be razor-sharp felt brimmed to the teeth with the essence of Darkness. All the more, Ventus couldn't help but feel excited.
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Post by avaran on Oct 29, 2009 20:30:02 GMT -5
Avaran was already in the Colosseum, silent and still, sitting way up the back of the stands, a cigarette burning slowly down between his lips. He'd watched each exchange, and said nothing. There'd been rumor that he could find work or a decent fight here, and that was the only reason he'd rocked up. Maybe they'd pay him, or simply cut him loose when the fight was done, but it didn't really matter either way – work was work, a fight was a fight, and breathing at the end of it all counted as a pretty good day. He'd fight with whichever team needed an ace, or hell, he was good for a free-for-all; sometimes that was the only way to fly.
The wind picked up, and Avaran crushed the cigarette under the heel of one of his boots, just watching. How the hell had he wound up on a world like this? Listening to the atmosphere of the conversations below rather than the base words, he could almost taste the mutual distrust and enmity. It wound through the open air, thick and sharp and discordant on the edge of his mind. Like a storm was in the air, even if not one that could be seen. Eyes flicking between the five bodies on the playing field, mind grinding away at the likelihood that this would end in a fatality somewhere. Seeing as all of these but the kid he recognized from Midgar were completely unknown quantities in a battle, so this was an unguessable risk – but that was wherein lay the thrill.
Standing and walking with a slow, quiet step between the rows of seats, Avaran watched them, knowing that at some point, one of them would register his presence, and it would be all or nothing from that point on – which was acceptable. Hands in his jacket pockets and eyes down, he would have looked vulnerable, if he were at all notable – instead, he just blended, even when walking on his own. Jumping over the barrier and dropping to the sand floor of the open air Colosseum, intentionally drawing focus, Avaran looked them all over, then leant back against the wall, arms crossed, saying nothing. He'd made his big dramatic entrance; he now intended to shut the hell up until things became more interesting, and the palpable tension in the air twisted as it became active and malignant. Such a change, at this point, would be an expected relief.
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Post by zack on Oct 30, 2009 23:55:18 GMT -5
As Jack laid in the stands waiting to see if someone would show up, a man of darkness appeared. He seemed rather strange, having his face all wrapped up and large razor sharp wings on his back. The face that his arms were strapped made the guy all the more unusual. "Razor sharp wings, wrapped up mask, and strapped up arms. Not the most fashionable way to dress, but if it suits you. Hope you fight better than you dress." Zack didn't care much for how he looked, but instead cared more about finally being able to let loose on an enemy. He hadn't been able to do so in a while, for certain reasons, so today he was going to fight with all he had.
Just then, a young guy appeared. He was dressed in a black outfit and had brown spiky hair. Zack had met this guy once before here in the Coliseum. This is when Zack got up from the stands and walked over to the guy. Hey; umm, Sora, right? It's been a while. Looks like you've been doing well. Ready to let loose today? I know I'm raring to go." Zack had not really seen Sora fight before, but if he was here right now, that should mean that he can put up a great fight.
As Zack was talking to Sora, a clown appeared in the area. Now this was very odd. What would a clown be doing in the Olympus Coliseum. Zack didn't think clowns could fight. However, this clown seemed different. Zack knew immediately not to take this clown lightly. If he did, he might die. After the clown spoke, Zack made a comment of his own. "A clown at the Coliseum. That's a new one. Hopefully you can keep me entertained while I take you down."
Again, another person walked into the arena. Strangely enough, this person looked similar to Sora. The only real different he could see at first was the clothes and the hair. Another Sora? Now that can't be right." This person seemed to be on the side of light, which would aid in the fight greatly. So far, it would be three against two.
Finally, another person showed up, but didn't seem to be on the side of light. He walked through the stands, keeping rather quiet. Zack noticed him almost instantly, which was no surprise. Zack was trained for the battlefield, and being able to spot an enemy quickly was one of the things he was trained to do. Instead of saying something to the person, Zack kept quiet.
Three vs three; now this would be an interesting fight. Who should Zack attack? Zack was not one who sat and planned things out. As a SOLDIER, he was trained to fight and take out enemies, leaving the thinking to other people. That didn't mean that he did not think for himself, but just meant he was not the best at strategy. "Three on three; this should keep us busy. a SOLDIER and two fighters for the light vs a wrapped up man, a clown and the strange fellow in the stands." He then looked at Sora and Ventus and spoke quietly. "So what's the plan?"
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Post by nero on Nov 2, 2009 6:58:37 GMT -5
It only took a matter of moments before everyone appeared. Nero knew that the Clown and the last person was on his team. The other two were good guys. Nero looked over to Zack has he was talking to Sora. This was not tea time or some happy hour. They were here to fight over the balance of this world. Nero needed this world to be heartless filled so he could take the hearts of the heartless.
The straps on his straight jacket unlatched thus releasing his arms. With his arms dangling to his side's shrouds of darkness covered his hands. The shrouds turned into black military looking guns. These guns were made from his darkness, so they were not ordinary guns. One hand gentle rose up. The gun pointed for Zack. "There's no time for chatter. The dance begins now."
Nero started to slowly walk towards Zack. He shot one bullet off and then another before instantly vanished. When the Tsivet reappeared, he was fifteen feet away from Zack pointing both guns at the Soldier. This match is going to be very interesting. Another second passed by and four bullets were fired. One went for Zack's head, spinal cord, shoulder, and his other shoulder. Each one potentially lethal.
There was no need for introductions. That was just a waste of his time at this point. Besides they need to get things rolling very smoothly. Nero simply waited to see if Zack would dodge any of the bullets. His red cat like eyes looked at Kefka and then to Avaran. His team looked pretty powerful indeed. The question is could they last? In fact, could he himself even last? His doubt went away slowly as he focused on Zack.
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Sora
Keyblader
-The Key to Everything-[M:300]
"It's just...they really need me. I have to go. I am who I am, because of them."
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Post by Sora on Nov 4, 2009 22:41:27 GMT -5
No words were exchanged during the standoff, and Sora grew tense as the silence continued on. Due to the lack of any crowd being around, anything could go if there were no rules, a match Hades would have loved to watch. He was about to step in to see what was going on, when suddenly a figure floated up to his side, a figure that was recently familiar. It was that creepy clown from Traverse Town, and the Keyblade Master knew from that, that trouble would soon follow. He wasn't sure if he should laugh at him or flinch away from him, but because of his sudden appearance by his side and his questioning, Sora did the latter and jumped back from him. "I could ask you the same thing. But something tells me you're not the type to stand around and watch." he replied tersely, and looked back at Zack and the strange man in black.
He had missed the comment he had made to the strange man with metallic wings, but Zack had casually strolled over to him asking if he was ready to 'let loose', as if there was something he casually knew about that Sora had missed. "Huh? I'm not here for the games. I came to check on this world and make sure the Heartless weren't invading it. Who's your opponent?" he asked, azure eyes looking over at the stranger in the black straight jacket. But his eyes didn't look his direction for long, as Zack had made another comment which confused him. Another Sora? He heard approaching footsteps from behind, and turned around away from Zack, looking past the crazed clown at the new figure that had entered the arena.
"Roxas...?" Sora said in confusion, looking at the familiarity of the figure, except for a slight difference in clothing and... something else he couldn't quite put his finger on. He was glad if it was his other that was here, then they could both use teamwork to clean up the bad guys he could sense these strange men were, unless the Organization had ordered him otherwise not to act as a friend. But there was something different about Roxas... Sora didn't feel that same connection that he sensed when his Nobody was around, the being who represented his very soul. All of this plus the new person that had just stepped into the area was shooting Sora's mind into overdrive, and it made him uneasy to have to think about feeling all these complicated emotions at once.
The new figure was another man he hadn't seen before, and had the same rough swagger that Cid had, but the smoke rising from his breath suggested darker habits than the gummi ship pilot did. Sora felt eyes on him, and his tension grew, looking up between spiked bangs to meet those eyes before they were switched to someone else. Was this a trap, with the crowd gone, and villains closing in around him from every side? It certainly felt that way even if it wasn't, and even through Zack's strange assumptions or Roxas's new taste in attire, their benevolent familiarity offered some relief to his troubled mind. They were both blade wielders like himself, and Roxas used a bit of magic, so at the very least he could drive to save the world if things came down to it.
Then suddenly the tension that was growing thick in the area was suddenly broken, as the man wearing the white mask made guns appear out of darkness, and Sora braced himself as shots were fired at Zack. He summoned his Kingdom Key out of impulse, as he thrust out his hand beside him, appearing in a flash of bright light. He clasped onto the weight of the heavy metal key in his two-handed fighting style, and ducked down into his traditional defensive pose. "Zack, look out!" he yelled, as he noticed the energy walls around the arena he had subconsciously ran into had been thrown up, locking all the combatants in. He remained in his position, unsure whether he should attack the man using darkness for his weapons, or if it was part of a match he had inadvertently walked into.
He put himself in a alert defensive position as his blue eyes followed his spiky head looking around at the others that were no involved in the battle yet, seeing what their response would be before he would react.
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Post by kefka on Nov 6, 2009 10:53:09 GMT -5
Two more appeared to join this imminent dance of death, one a kid almost as doofy-looking as the one before him and a ‘mysterious’ mercenary-type, carrying as much cool, mystique and leather that your typical ‘mysterious’ mercenary-type would usually carry. Kefka did not care if they came to watch or fight. He had been eager to settle down and watch what he expected to be a duel to the death, a melee that will only end when one combatant’s blood had stained this Coliseum. Now though, upon seeing a familiar face, he was possessed by the sudden urge to stain the Coliseum himself. After all, one or more of these folks could very well be unwilling to do the bloodletting and leave upon defeating his opponent. That would be disappointing to watch. His fingers twitched in anticipation, letting the magic pool between his fingertips. Oh, to unleash them and burn this sordid coliseum to cinders! Small giggles escaped from Kefka’s lips, anticipating the bloodshed.
One of first two participants, the one with the dementedly large sword, surely compensating for something given that no sane person would wield such a behemoth, walked over to the key-wielding boy (He has to get their names, it’s getting tiring referring to people in vague terms) and began chatting, the customary banter before the breakout of battle. Kefka raised an eyebrow at the youth, thinking that he was going to get ignored only to receive a lame quip accompanied by some tough guy talked from the boy now called Sora. The small giggling that his mouth erupted into full-blown laughter as the mad clown cackled his amusement into the air, floating backwards supported by his magic. “Ooh, the little boys are playing rough now!” He wheezed in between laughing, clutching his sides, trying to contain it all. “You think this is a game? One side against another, winner takes all? Youou and your silly, silly ideals!”
God, young people were hilarious. They come into the real world, full of piss and vinegar, ready to take the world by the reigns and force it into the direction they want it to go. They want to hold the world in the palm of their hands, already believing that everything will go their way as long as they stay good, be polite to their elders, don’t do drugs and essentially be as good as possible. Kefka had seen enough of them, either joining in the army only to be sent off to their doom or fighting against him in their endless quests for peace, to bring end to conflict or darkness or whatever excuse their using at the moment. So silly thinking what they do matters in the real world. Do they think that all of their actions, their pitiful quests to end evil, their measly, bitty lives amounted to anything? So childish, acting out wish fulfillments to delude themselves that they are oh so important. Look at what they have achieved! All their stupid attempts to defeat darkness, to destroy evil and what have they achieved?
Nothing.
Darkness still stands. Light will never fully triumph over Darkness, much in the same way that Darkness will never engulf Light. They were the two halves of one equation, balancing each other out in an eternal, cosmic equation. Even if one side is defeated, that never lasts long and the balance is restored, fresh with new players to further on the endless cycle. Kefka had played and won before so he knew all too well that this is just another new game, only with different characters. They could try long and hard to vanquish all the villains that plague the worlds. There will always be more to take up the mantle and renew the long, bloody battles that make up the world we all know. Endless destruction is what awaited anyone foolish enough to step into the game. And Kefka will punish them for foolishness.
As he continued to laugh madly, floating above the ground in a fit of madness, the winged creature of darkness decided to end all the pre-battle banter and skip to the theatrics, shooting at the one wielding the idiotically-large sword (Zack, Sora called him. He had to remember that) with incredible speed and such precision that Kefka had to dodge out of the way. “Are we starting the party now?” He asked as he propelled himself high into the air above the coliseum, peering down on the combatants. “So many bodies, so little time,” He shrugged as orange energy pooled around him. Raising his hands, Kefka cast down five Meteors, raining down at the coliseum, aimed at, well, anyone in particular really. “C’mon now everyone. Let’s put on a show to remember!”
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Post by ventus on Nov 10, 2009 15:50:14 GMT -5
The Mexican stand-offs participants grew to a total of six, the more the merrier, Ventus thought. Although he was here to find Hercules, nobody else, too bad. There was no sign of him at all, but there was signs of commotion erupting within the arena. With the six now gathered, something felt awry. Wondering why they were here, Ventus sat quiet for now, dwelling and more so listening to the others.
Something discouraged Ventus, it sat stagnant within the confines of his minds, starting to evolving into an irritating headache.
First, headache or no headache, Ventus had to distinguish friend from foe. Now the one before him, in dark clothing, toting a keyblade: Sora. He seemed to be a friend, but not to Ventus. But rather Ventus's companions, Terra and Aqua. He'd heard the name from them, heard stories about this Sora who had helped them before and because of this, he trusted Sora. Anyone who helped his friends is a friend of his. Plus, Ventus thought he'd repay their favors, even if the debt had already been paid, it was his way of thanks.
Now, the others would be harder to judge, not only because if was their first meeting, but because Ventus had a hard time telling friend from foe, as he easily made friends. The man, or mummy rather had raised his arm and brought forth a firearm, which was then aimed at the one called Zack. Zack, having spoken to Sora as if they had met previously and were good chums, he carried a massive sword, which was probably even bigger than Ventus himself. Yet as he talked casually to Sora, it gave Ventus the impression that, Zack was a friend too.
"Rox-who?" Sora, who had turned around to face Ventus direction had said such, and it did seem pointed at Ven. Unfortunately, he had no idea what or who Sora was on about, his name was Ventus, not Roxas. If Roxas was indeed a name. He'd have to introduce himself later, as in the way stood, or rather; floated, the clown. Who had since gone off on one. But, most of what the clown spewed from his make-up covered lips, or whatever materials were decorating his face, didn't make much sense. "Little? I wouldn't say Zack was little, but I wouldn't say the clown was much taller, if taller at all.." Ventus thought, silently to himself. As if by nature, Ventus found himself slipping into a defense orientated stance. With he now standing sidewards to the clown and everyone else in the arena.
He was cut short of summoning his keyblade into his right hand, a gunshot ringing through his ears and his eyes darting towards the target: Zack. It made Ventus uncomfortable, knowing he was too far away to help his friend. This was exactly the same feeling he had when away from Aqua and Terra, this, ultimately froze Ventus on the spot.
It wasn't the end of it either, the clown was done talking and it looked like he was enjoying this. How, how could someone love to fight, to maim, to kill? It was too foreign to Ventus, who only at best, fought for his friends. His eyes, quivering in fright, could only watch as the nihilistic clown raised his arm and summoned five meteors and Ventus, who could only become a spectator to the one falling towards him. That was it; he'd thought a bit too much..
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Post by Larxene on Nov 15, 2009 0:01:37 GMT -5
Avaran has failed to post for 5 days.
The Light has captured the Olympus Coliseum!
Since Zack Fair, Sora, and Ventus have won, they are allowed an upgrade of one ability each or one modification to they're powers and will be notified. Requests are to be PMed to Vincent. Congrats! |
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