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Post by Larxene on Nov 4, 2009 19:00:15 GMT -5
Hallow Bastion has been attacked by Darkness. Dark Group | Attacking: Master Xehanort [Leader]
Vanitas, Master Xehanort's Apprentice
Emil
----- The Light has ten days to get a team together to counter this attack or the Dark will have a claim on the world! Dark, feel free to post here. Another post will be added when the Light gets a Raid Group, or if the Dark has won the world! Keep an eye out! |
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Post by Larxene on Nov 9, 2009 16:20:24 GMT -5
A Light Group of Two has Countered the Attack! Light Group | Defending:
Diz [Leader]
Jesper
---- Posting Order: Emil, Diz, Vanitas, Jesper, then Master Xehanort.---- If no winner has been decided by December 9th, 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 emil on Nov 9, 2009 20:25:23 GMT -5
Current Location:: Entrance Hall
Running water could be heard as it echoed through the whole entrance and allowing the sound to flow within Emil's ears. The sound did not bother her, no, it relaxed her. Allowing her to be lost in her thoughts just for awhile, to think if her plans were actually the right choice. No... Kadaj's choice.
She sat in front of the fountain on the floor, her back touching against it as her eyes seemed dazed as they stayed locked upon the double main entrance's doors; her sword laying beside her. Her knees against her chest, holding them close with one arm as she rest her head on top of them, allowing her face to be buried within her scarf.
Her mind continued to ponder, and as they ponder, she thought... "Was this smart?" A pause went within her head, allowing the thoughts to slowly die away and within those thoughts... they echoed her heart beat. The slow rhythmic beats of her heart, pumping as if they were letting her know that she was indeed alive, even if it was now slightly tainted with darkness... That darkness given by Kadaj, that darkness now living within her. Forever it will remain, forever it'll make her tainted... until the day she finds her brother, until then...
This darkness shall grow...
Emil raised her head slightly, as if listening to her own thoughts more clearly then before. As if the understanding why she was tainted by darkness was clearer then the sky outside. Yes, that was it... the darkness would only grow more... as it grows, I'll be stronger. Stronger and stronger, strong enough to save my brother... With each passing thoughts came clear, Emil slowly closed her eyes. Listening to the beating of her heart and the sounds of the fountain together, together they made music... matching each other as if they played a tune. Now, she knew once again why she was here. Her eyes reopened, a small sigh passing her lips as she tilt her head upward. Staring at the ceiling above her as a smile crept to her face.
She was doing this for her brother, whatever it took to find him... whatever it took to even just see him. She'll do it all, without hesitation... without a second thought, she'll do it all. The strength, her life, her future... She believed her brother helped her created them together. After all, they were born together, raised together, and loved each other. She couldn't ask for anything more.
"Thank you so much, dear brother of mine.
Thank you so much for this sweet wine."
A small laugh passed her lips as she sang her words, knowing she would be the only one to know what she truly meant by 'sweet wine'. Only her will know it meant 'life'. With her head finally cleared, her hand brush against the handle of her sword, pushing herself up from the floor as she stood completely. Her objective here was clear and she didn't mind doing it.
Help Kadaj... by taking over this world. Turn it to darkness.
Of course this job seem rather small to her and her darkness was still small along with it. Plus.... She wasn't 'Ms. number #1 raider' either, well... yeah she seen her father in war, but she never actually started something similar to it. What was she suppose to do? Reck something? Wait for Kadaj...? Then again, Kadaj was the one that told her to do this, saying it'll might increase the chances of finding her brother.
Another sigh pass her lips, her eyes still remaining on the double doors before something clicked in her mind. Why don't she leave a mark first? yeah... that seems smart now.
With a deep breath, Emil gripped her blade before stabbing it within the floor before her, digging it as hard as she could before pulling it away. There, a deep sword mark was left on the ground. I hear by start war... Emil thought to herself before returning her gaze upon the double doors, seeing if anyone was going to appear to stop her or join her.
After all, she was now darkness...
[OC: I KNOW. Long pointless post of Emil just standing there. Hey, she needs help first before anything zooms off. XD; ]
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Post by diz on Nov 10, 2009 14:48:14 GMT -5
Everything seemed peaceful at castle Hollow Bastian, but nothing was ever truly peaceful for that castle, not even for the world of Radiant Garden. The place was going to try to be taken over by darkness once more and DiZ wouldn't allow it. He wouldn't allow his mistake to haunt him anymore and he wanted to end all the fighting and suffering caused by the Heartless. A large shadowy figure could be seen floating out of the Great Maw and into the sky. The large figure was the airship DiZ and Jesper had built to combat the Heartless and to harbor the light.
DiZ was not pleased with anyone trying to flood his world with Darkness once more, especially since his citizens were working so hard to rebuild it once more. "We are approaching the castle at a steady pace, get ready for departure." DiZ said as the Airship crept towards the castle from a distance. He wasn't using its full power because there wasn't a need to at the moment. If one were to try to attack his airship he would not be hesitant to fire off the lasers. He would also be impressed because his airship was pretty high up in the sky.
His wandering eye watched the clouds pass by one more time before he had to get out to help the battle. He couldn't help but to feel that this battle could cause him casualties. If only there was another way to settle things, but he couldn't use his rhetoric to get his way out of the war. Although he did use his smarts to build an airship to combat the Heartless and anyone who opposes a threat to himself. DiZ knew he couldn't rely on Jesper for protection during the whole battle, so he would have to rely on the darkness within.
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Post by apprentice on Nov 11, 2009 19:03:53 GMT -5
What had the master seen in this place? It was a deserted castle full of nothing but broken down parts, water, and Heartless. The area was broad enough to carry almost anything but there had been nothing here of concern. Why was this world important? The dark apprentice repeatedly asked himself this question as his search and scan of the castle proved pointless. He had never questioned the Master over his abilities or his words, but decisions he made always through something into him that made him think twice. His thinking towards the castle for "positives" was only that of the location and mass number of Heartless. How was this a benefit to their desire for information?
With keyblade in hand, Vanitas walked sternly down the corridor. His head casually turned back and forth as he came upon the entrance. Laughter was heard outside. The first reaction of the Apprentice was a tighter grip on his keyblade. He then held it up above his head, similar to Riku. With a push on the door, it slowly began to open. As light came upon the helmet of the apprentice, he saw a girl pulling her weapon out of the ground. Her eyes fixed on him.
His head cocked to the side in a confused manner. Who was this girl? Probably a stranger to the cause but then again maybe not. The Apprentice possessed the power of Darkness and could feel it off others very well. One of the extremely few positives of this curse. Looking at her, he could feel the Darkness building within her. It wasn't strong enough to be reached by his degree, but it enough to be seen. Had the Master sent him to find her?
"What is your purpose here?" Vanitas asked discretely. His voice still cold and withdraw in emotion from behind his helmet. From the past, Vanitas had learned that even friends couldn't always be trusted to follow the path he perceived in them. Especially from the master's examination of Terra. His keyblade stayed at it's position and the only movement was the forced push and pull of his body from breathing. |
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Post by shoguknight on Nov 11, 2009 19:47:57 GMT -5
Jesper took to the wheel of the black and crimson behemoth that now turned sharply to it's right as it came sailing close to the catwalks that lead to the entrance hall of the Bastion castle. Beneath them, the swirling waters roared as they combined into the great falls that fell to the lower depths of the world, the only safe haven among them being the ruined platforms that a keybearer had once briefly lost his friends upon. The clouds among the world this day were dark, but even as foreboding as they appeared they still broke in places where sunlight bore through in a radiant significance.
The shadows now upon his shoulders and backside, were met with the bright fading sunlight that came through the front large, glass windows of the ship as it made it's turn. It had not come to a full stop but a slower pace as it was intended to drop it's master to the catwalks then move to another part of the castle. Jesper hit a few buttons and to the right of the grand cabin, an access door slid open for timely exit. At just enough height they lingered for these brief moments so that Darkness in Zero could make his decent. Jesper looked to his new friend and nodded before speaking. "Do not die on me."
With another combination of buttons, several of the deck cannons aligned themselves to the right. Without warning they open fired upon the entrance hall, turning elegant, sculptured trim and decor into naught but ruined and fragmented stone. A few shots had made it inside the grand doorway, but were highly unlikely to hit such smaller targets. With the assumption that DiZ had taken his leap, Jesper threw down the throttle of the Zerovos which caused the exhaust to roar with power as the airship took to higher altitudes so as to reach higher points in the castle. He flipped the switch, and the sliding door to the right closed entry to the cabin. As the warrior of Altair continued to climb through the air, he set the weapons system for auto fire should anyone try to attack the ship.
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Post by mrx on Nov 13, 2009 21:04:50 GMT -5
In recorded history, nothing creates a bigger upheaval or sows more confusion amongst the people than war. The DNA of humanity is ingrained with battle and bloodshed, genetic memory passed on to many generations. Beneath the veneer of civility, beneath all the nobility that warriors would try to bring to the battlefield, there is always the mentality of the berserker, the cold, soulless warrior that could take lives without a twinge from their consciences. There was always a fine line between the calm of common sense and the senselessness of combat, the rush of adrenaline coursing through the veins, heightening and numbing the senses until life and death seem immaterial. Warfare dictates the course of history. There can never be peace without war to justify it. Humanity without war and conflict was much like a plant without leaves, flawed and useless.
Xehanort knew a lifetime’s worth of wars. He had fought, bled and died in wars that would make the average soldier blanch in fear and quickly prostrate themselves wishing for an escape. He had seen brave men waste their lives fighting for an end to conflict, naïvely thinking of trying to singlehandedly end wars for eternal peace. He saw the cowards who commanded them throw promising young people into the meat grinder and, if they were lucky enough to survive, live on as empty, broken shells, all their usefulness sucked out. The endless keys serving as cheap epitaphs at The Gathering Place is testament to the brutal conditions exerted on people. War breeds destruction in both a personal and a grand scale. It preys on the weak and strong, infiltrating their lives, twisting them into fragile strings and cruelly breaking them before moving on towards the next batch of victims. Xehanort only counted himself lucky to have been relatively unscathed.
The reasons for war are immaterial. Whatever each side was fighting for, whatever ideal, Light or Dark, it mattered nothing when in the midst of conflict. All Xehanort knew is that one side has had the silly idea of wiping out the other, as if that would matter in the long run. One side would win, a relative calm would develop and then the conflict will resume in earnest. War is just as predictable as it is chaotic. Fighting becomes cyclical, repeating itself again and again, falling into a pattern. Once side might win constantly but soon inertia will apply and the other side soon picks up the victories. Xehanort did not bother to apply unto himself predictable labels such as Light and Darkness. He was beyond all that nonsense. He used whatever he could for his own gains, never allowing himself to get tied down to anyone or anything.
So when one side of this endless war decides to intrude in Xehanort’s business, then that side will have to pay in full.
Clouds of dust rose from the wreckage of the doors into the Entrance Hall of Hollow Bastion. The concentration of power was phenomenal yet precise, only breaking through the doorway and leaving few scars. If their assailant had hoped to shock and cow his opponent with that display, then he will be sorely mistaken. Xehanort walked forwards and entered into the main cabin of the ship, his face pensive, hands behind his back. His Apprentice was already down there in the Hall, having been sent to scout the area ahead. He was more than qualified to survive an onslaught of sound and fury that the airship had used. If anyone else was there, he did not need to pay them much attention. They would only be trifles. In front of Xehanort, hunched over the controls was a cloaked figure, the instigator of today’s festivities. “A flashy display,” Xehanort mused out loud. “Though a word of advice for the future. If you aim to kill someone, better to do it up close and see the life leak out of their eyes,”
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Post by emil on Nov 16, 2009 9:38:53 GMT -5
As if on cue, everything seem to change within a flash. Roaring engines of some sort seem to echo within the entrance hall, the sources stating it was coming from outside. Was someone here already? Emil took a step forward, her curious mind getting the better of her as she wondered what that was. Though, the sudden opening of the double doors return her attention and she stopped in her walk. There, a person dressed in strange armor blocked the entrance. His weapon held high in defense and Emil quickly took her own stance, bending her knees to lower her body as she held her sword with only one hand. This way, it'll be much easier to to swiftly move about the room.
"I should say the same to you, but my reasons... I'll bring this world to darkness." Emil quickly replied, unafraid by this stranger and knowing she would fight if needed. Just when she was about to open her mouth to speak again, she heard that roaring noise getting louder and the sound of... a familiar sound. One that she heard before when her father was on the battlefield.
Oh no! Those can't be cann--- Her thoughts stopped itself as someone opened fired on the two!
Emil quickly did a dodge roll and ended up moving around the place to avoid being hit. Clinching her teeth, she found this getting rather annoying. Someone had some large weapon outside and she was at a disadvantage. She needed to get up and close to destroy it without any hesitations. With that thought set in her mind, her dull green eyes changed to a crimson red, allowing it to react from all her annoyed feeling.
"Move!" Shouting towards armored male before dashing towards his direction.
Swiftly, she took a step to the side, merely running right pass the guy. As she did so, she took a glance towards his direction, leaving a mental note that she might need to keep an eye on this one before returning her gaze on her goal. Quickly jumping to the left as one of the Cannons almost hit her, causing her only to become angry from it.
With a small growl, she stared up towards the airship as she leaped into the air. Her blade quickly reaching a reddish color as the heat around the blade seem to increase, without warning of any sorts or shouts, she sliced the air twice towards the airship. Allowing slashes of flames to escape her blade and towards the airship.
Landing back on the ground, she dash to the left once more. Knowing if she stayed in one area, whoever these people were... would get a clear shot at her.
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Post by diz on Nov 20, 2009 20:47:22 GMT -5
DiZ writhed as he heard the sound of cannons ring through the air and strike his old castle. Even if it was in his past he still loved that castle and didn't want to bring harm to it, but Jesper had already made his strike. There was no reason for DiZ to reprimand him because the others would of wrecked it one way or another. The annoying whirr of an alarm sounded on his keyboard. He pressed a button and saw that there was a figure inside of his Airship. Of course the Airship had self defense mechanizms on the inside, but DiZ was intrigued on who exactly it was.
The posture of the man looked like he was old and frail, yet he had clothes similar to Xehanort's Heartless. Was the man aboard another incarnate of Xehanort? It couldn't be possible because the figure was too old, but one shouldn't judge a book by its cover. He shut the screen off and sighed since he knew he had to do battle one way or another. Jesper was here to protect him for now, but who would protect him when the others would board?
DiZ could hear the footsteps getting closer and closer, but they stopped at Jesper. He looked up and out of the windows of the command deck as he viewed the orange sky above. Perhaps it was a foolish idea for DiZ to try to take back Castle Hollow Bastian. The only way to solve his problems would be through rhetoric, combat would be his last option. "Jesper, it seems we have an unwelcome guest." DiZ said as he peered at Xehanort out from the corner of his eye. "What brings you into our Airship, Xehanort?" It was true that DiZ did not know the mans name, but he looked so much like Xehanort's Heartless it was hard to tell.
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Post by apprentice on Nov 21, 2009 21:07:23 GMT -5
"I should say the same to you, but my reasons... I'll bring this world to darkness."
Ally.
The Apprentice's weapon lowered at the start of "darkness". His feelings and thoughts about her power were correct. But he still didn't have a "trust" in the girl. Many could call themselves a title but in this world "darkness" had many names, allies, and intentions. His eyes tried to find more but was interrupted with the sounds of an incoming airship. Diverting his eye contact up he saw the ship begin to take fire.
The girl's actions were quick as she rolled out of the way. He heard the girl say something to him but it all came in as mumbling to him. The shots were random and unfocused. They were only intending to cause damage, or were they actually trying to hit them? Suddenly he felt the brisk wind of the girl running by him. The shots landed outside and beginning to make their way in. His keyblade crossed his body with a slash, the shot becoming dispersed. Flexibly, the Apprentice performed a back-flip and regained balance back beside the girl.
His head slightly turned to see her reveal her weapon. A sword of the elements as it appeared. His helmet reflected a red color as the flames on her sword burst out. Two slashes left the sword towards the airship. Trust or not, it appeared the girl knew how to handle herself. Which was good because there was a small chance he'd reach out to try and help her.
Running out of the entrance, Vanitas looked around to try and find a way to reach the ship. Looking up he see that it was continuously rising and he couldn't allow it to get to high. Hollow Bastion was already in pieces as he had seen. Would the master really care if more damage was taken on it? His keyblade began to glow in a red aura and with pressure from his hand formed a Firaga ball. He slashed towards the ship, shooting the ball of fire towards the ship. If he could get anything to fall from the sky his speed could send him to the destination. If the Master was still awaiting to rejoin with him then he'd have to keep his ground for now. |
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Post by shoguknight on Nov 21, 2009 22:46:23 GMT -5
Jesper remained poised behind the column, running a finger over a switch on the dash which activated the auto pilot feature. "When the lights leave the eyes, it is only something a rival should see." spoke Jesper, his thoughts lingering of a code of honor between combatants on his home world. Honor and respect between opponents was the true way to fight, not filled with a lingering malice or burning hatred within one's heart. He heard DiZ's voice in an unnecessary mockery of the man's presence within his airship. They were in battle, this man was more than welcome to bring a fight to them wherever they were; the airship was no exception, only adding more excitement to the experience this day was going to be.
There was a slight rumbling coming from the rear of the ship as it reached a new height, proceeding to circle the tallest tower of the castle. There were others with this man, and they had both taken cheap shots at the airship. Damage was minor as the slashes only left black burn marks on the new paint, and the Firaga spell had put a dent into the metal the size of a Volkswagen. The rear guns had taken awareness to their presence and left a resounding double fire upon the balcony where they stood. The heated shots burned through the concrete and exploded upon the supports to the structure, causing the balcony to cave into a descent to the falls below the castle.
Back in the cabin, Jesper remained silent as DiZ questioned why this man, this 'Xehanort' was doing inside the cabin. Jesper was well aware of why this man was here, and had only caught onto the knowledge that the two were defending a station of the light. Xehanort had not come for tea, nor an ideal discussion of how magnificent this mechanical creation was. Formalities were still needed, but Jesper remained quiet. He kept his powers and weapon on the ready though, prepared for hostility should it arise. |
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Post by mrx on Nov 25, 2009 12:33:48 GMT -5
Ah, an honorable soul.
Xehanort wondered every now and then what drove people like these to hide behind such facades. They limit themselves and their potential hiding behind artificial rule, tying down their power in service of false, arbitrary morals when they could be free to pursue their dreams and futures. Why shackle their true power and burden themselves with such nonsense? It baffled Xehanort to see men like Yen Sid and Eraqus, powerful in their own right and able to reach heights unknown and sealed off from the weak, stop at their zenith merely because they saw power as a road to corruption and darkness. This thread of thinking should’ve been stamped out when it had first been thought of.
The world was his oyster, to be claimed by anyone worthy and daring enough to venture forth where no man or being would ever have dreamed of going. To limit one’s abilities and fail to nurture their potential was tantamount to neglect. What was the use of possessing infinite knowledge, of attaining great skill, of harnessing the vast reservoirs of power that create this universe, if you would just let it all wither away? Why bother to go through all the lengths needed to attain such prizes and not use it for one’s gain? Such power should not be wasted in the care and help of others. Only the persona of the great and mighty would be capable of becoming like gods. Yet they choose not to, preferring to waste away, passing on knowledge to lesser beings in an attempt to hide away from their own inadequacies. How pathetic.
He was better than that.
“Rivalry means nothing if you cannot see your enemy die before your eyes,” Xehanort responded. “Assaulting them with sound and fury is all well and good but you risk cloaking their lives in dust. So how would you know that they are finished?” His eyes never left the cloaked master of this airship even if the rest of his movements are casual. This was not their business. He knew of the latest chapter in the endless, pointless conflict between Light and Darkness and cared not whether one would triumph over the other. Xehanort was above such a divide. He stayed within the parameters of his business, moving back and forth between the two sides, never tying himself to one of them. In the end, one side has decided to intrude in his business and for that, he must deal with them accordingly.
Xehanort raised an eyebrow at the new entrant, another being mysteriously cloaked in shadow. His presence was familiar, if lost in the shifting shadows of darkness. “I am here merely on a small matter,” Xehanort answered his question. “A rendezvous with a man who doesn’t exist and his simpering little toy. Imagine my surprise to see an airship assaulting our chosen meeting ground, not to mention attempting to ground my Apprentice to dust,” He bowed to the pair, keeping his eyes on the bandaged figure. "If there is any trespass, the apology is all mine," He felt a certain aura around him, as if Xehanort had known and loathed the person before him. A curious eyebrow raised once Xehanort finally remembered who this lost soul was.
A sage of light masquerading with darkness? This motley is not fit for Ansem the Wise. Xehanort returned to a full upright position, flexing a hand in front of him, smiling casually at the duo. No doubt these foolhardy warriors would try and pacify him. Let them try. Words and caution are lost on heroes. Xehanort preferred it that way.
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Post by emil on Nov 28, 2009 8:55:35 GMT -5
As the smokes cleared to reveal the damaged the two have done to the ship, nothing but mere scratches were soon. Emil bit her bottom lip slightly, irritated on the out come already. But the thought of having an ally for now seem to calm her down slightly. At least she wasn't the only one trying to bring this world to darkness.
Wait... should I even be proud about this...? Emil thought to herself, shaking her head quickly and narrowing her eyes. Knowing this wasn't the time to think like that.
"No... I'll do whatever it takes for my brother..." Mumbling to herself as she stood in her place, only to realize the rear guns have taken notice of them. A slight gasp passed through her lips as curse words echoed within her mind. She dash once more as the cannons open fire once again, trying to blow up the ground below them. There, closing in back to the front entrance... She did a dodge roll and ended up back inside the entrance hall. At least she was safe from not falling to her doom.
"That was close...." Getting anything done to that ship was going to be hard. She needed to take it down from the inside. That's it! A dark portal! Like the one Kadaj used! But... Emil wasn't strong enough with her darkness to use it. Oh then there's ---
"Hey you! The one in armor! Can you use dark portals? We need to attack from the inside!" Emil shouted towards him. Hoping this could be of some help. Until then, she's just a sitting duck hiding in the entrance hall.
Not cool....
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Post by diz on Dec 3, 2009 16:39:41 GMT -5
The person before DiZ wasn't the Xehanort he knew, but something made him think that their paths had crossed once before. He turned fully around, his arms folded behind him, and studied Xehanort carefully. This Xehanort has more knowledge then the others. His manner of rhetoric nearly matches mine. Perhaps this one is the true Xehanort. It would explain how "Xehanort" likes to steal names. DiZ thought as he wondered what this man wanted, and if he was on their side or not.
DiZ briefly closed his eyes as Xehanort spoke. Xehanort had talked about his Apprentice and mentioned that they were meeting at his castle. DiZ carefully attempted to dissect his words, trying to find a hidden message. He couldn't find any hostility behind Xehanort's words, even his apology sounded legitimate. With the war going on no one should be trusted, and only friends should be welcomed. DiZ wasn't going to allow anyone to trick him, but he had no reason to take action against Xehanort. If he were to take action he would look like the enemy. For the time being he made more calculations about this Xehanort.
The Xehanort before him was old and seemingly frail, but appearances aren't everything. DiZ would not be one to judge so quickly and has yet to see combat from this man, if he could fight that is. "Very well, if you are indeed meeting someone at the castle then you should return to it. You shouldn't let our airship bother you and I apologize for the disruption, but.." He paused. "There has been a war going on for quite some time now, and I intend on protecting this castle and this world. I mean no offense with this, but no one can be trusted." He continued to stare Xehanort down, his facial expression staying emotionless.
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Post by apprentice on Dec 3, 2009 23:50:53 GMT -5
The attacks had hit and failed. Vanitas sucked his teeth as a response. There was both a positive and negative now. The negative was that the airship was actually stronger than it looked, while the positive was that there would be a good fight. Turning to the girl he heard mumbling but also shots. His turned to see the lasers coming directly towards him. Without any reaction time, the shoots hit the balcony and it crumbled. Vanitas found himself falling with the debris.
Looking up to the sky, he saw the debris was still big enough to propel himself with. Grabbing a piece of the debris, Vanitas pushed himself up and like a stepping stone found his way back up to the top. Landing softly back where the girl was he looked up to see her catch his eye.
"Hey you! The one in armor! Can you use dark portals? We need to attack from the inside!"
Vanitas eyed her for a little bit. Dark portal? Did he look that obvious as a being of darkness? He wouldn't deny his attachment to it but he had gained control over it. But the girl did have a point. A shadow port could directly give them access inside the ship, however, he wasn't sure where exactly they would land. With a shadow port there had to be a destination. The worst thing to do was shadow port up and land with the engines. Vanitas turned to the airship and looked up towards it. They couldn't spend their time simply trying to piece the armor. He was had achieved a high rank but was probably unworthy of the master accomplishment. The keychain on his keyblade was only from his loyalty as an apprentice. Ven was probably stronger than him now, wherever he was.
The thought then jumped to Vanitas. Master? Where was he? It was far from him to be late. Knowing his sneaky demeanor he was probably already on the ship somehow. If he was then shadow porting up there wouldn't be so difficult. Vanitas dismissed his keyblade and calmed his mind. The aura of the Master was by far the most trickiest to key into as it was his own distinguished sense. Everyone else powdered themselves through darkness or light. He excluded any movement or thoughts while he surrounded himself in darkness with his mind. The girl's aura immediately sprang out. Ignoring it, Vanitas slowly spread his senses. In a small time he could feel the presence of three people on the air ship. The feeling was calm and resolved. No real action had taken place yet. They were in the discussion period. Vanitas knew exactly what to do.
Walking over to the wall, he knelled back to it. His right foot held up and place on the wall to for balance. He folded his arms taking a pose similar to Riku. He dropped his head and just started to wait. Anymore disturbance could change the course of how things would play out. The defense on the ship could easily be deflected if the time would come for it. The girl would just have to adjust to how things were going down. |
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