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Post by Larxene on Jan 25, 2010 16:23:56 GMT -5
100 Acre Woods has been attacked by Darkness. Dark Group | Attacking: Yazoo [Leader]
Weiss
Nero
Cloud of Darkness ----- 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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Yazoo
Villain 
Remnant of Mother's Legacy[M:180]
"... finding my way..."
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Post by Yazoo on Jan 26, 2010 5:25:49 GMT -5
A cloaked man walked up to the swing. He had long silver hair and strange eyes. The man looked at the swing for a couple of moments and bringing up a memory of when he had been there before. That time a woman was on the swing, the Horseman Maurelle. It was one of the people he hoped to defeat at one point. Still, those thoughts were best to be kept hidden. Especially when the one he wanted to defeat could look right into his head.
The remnant reached a hand to behind his back and grabbed his hood. He noticed then that the part of the tree he had destroyed was back intact. Restored? He wasn't certain, nor did he really care for now. He was there to destroy it once more, but not just the tree, the entire strange world that was accessed from Radiant Garden or the Corridors to Darkness. Yazoo pulled the hood then over his head and waited. He could feel Weiss and Nero and if that wasn't enough, there was an even greater dark force nearing. This world is going to be in chaos.
That four warriors of Dark would fight for this kind of world was a strange thought, but Yazoo wanted it erased. It was there that he had been manipulated for the second time and had brought him only nearer to his betrayal to his brothers. He would conquer it with two of his strongest 'brothers', Weiss and Nero. They were the leaders of Deepground after the Restrictors were defeated. Which reminded him of the awkward cloaked man on Destiny Island. The Restrictors had, as well, returned in some manner, but he wasn't sure how things were going. Then there was the strange immense dark force that was nearing. He was certain it would not go unnoticed by the Light even. A war would immerse for this world. A smirk decorated Yazoo's face as it went hidden under his hood.
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Post by aegis1 on Jan 26, 2010 10:57:28 GMT -5
Weiss approached Yazoo with his casual, arrogant stance; white hair extended in every which way, adding a more wild look to the man. Yazoo was dressed in a cloak, the hood raised and most of his features barely visible. Weiss himself was shirtless, with a pair of white pants tucked under high, black boots. Upon his lower back, near his rear was a pair of blades with a lever action barrel on them; they were not so much of a gunblade, but simply a modified blade.
He smiled slightly, his crystal blue eyes surveying the lan before him. Weiss had walked up behind Yazoo, as he was leading the attack. With Weiss, his brother Nero, the Cloud of Darkness, and Yazoo, this book stood no chance. That gave happiness to Weiss, because he hated this light emancipated world. It was so abberant to him, the perfection of light. This place made him sick.
"Yazoo." Weiss nodded his head, as in that mans way of saying hello to someone you don't know very well. "Nero should be here soon." Nero was his strength, especially in this upcoming battle. The two would most likely fight togather, covering each others weanesses.
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Post by cloud on Jan 27, 2010 5:37:59 GMT -5
Darkness shrouded in spirals up and formed a pitch-black hole in the sky. From it the Cloud of Darkness emerged and viewed over Yazoo and Weiss without much of a care. Then she started to look around at the world she had found herself within. The place looked just ridiculous. "Such great darkness has gathered here," she commented on the two men and then floated more upwards and along the tree with the swing to the top.
Up there she looked across the strange world. "This world... is so fragile," she commented, "we shall engulf all in our shadow." There was another darkness near, she could sense it, but with this much darkness there would always be a light to oppose it. "Give us your darkness and your light!"
(ooc - short)
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Post by nero on Jan 27, 2010 6:41:46 GMT -5
A devious black portal opened up in the area of the other three beings of darkness. Suddenly, this portal started to moan and unleash a creepy kind of feeling to the general area. This darkness was unlike no other. That's when a certain person started to walk out of the portal. He had long black shaggy hair. His eyes were red like a cats. He had a mask that only covered the top of his nose, top of his head,chin, some of his cheeks, and back of his head.
This man also had an on a normal deep ground outfit. Except he had a straight jacket on. His pants and straight jacket had blue lines running down them. His boots were black. Now the most frightening thing about him is his metal wings. These wings were coming out of his back and were very deadly. As the black portal closed the moaning continued. Except a little softer than before. The reason for this was streams of darkness and small spheres of it was spiraling around him.
This man is Nero the Sable brother of Weiss. As his eyes looked all about, he spotted Weiss. That's when he slowly started to walk over to his brother.The hooks on his straight jacket unhooked and made his arms dangle by his sides. Nero knew his darkness was going to devour the light today. Well that is what his darkness normally does. When he stopped he was already by Weiss side. "Soon it begins."
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Yazoo
Villain
Remnant of Mother's Legacy[M:180]
"... finding my way..."
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Post by Yazoo on Jan 27, 2010 10:53:33 GMT -5
Yazoo watched Weiss come near and he nodded his hooded head back at the man. He could feel Nero coming closer, so he already had figured that another brother would come soon. After that he turned slightly away to sense out to his two other brothers, Kadaj and Loz, to see what the two were doing or where they had gone to. As usual it appeared to him that Loz just wandered about while Kadaj had his movements more planned out.
While he sensed out to his brothers, the large dark force he had been sensing made her appearance as the Cloud of Darkness came out of the darkness. She made a single comment before flying upwards to look over the world. Yazoo had never met the woman before, but some short memories flickered in his head. He ignored them for the time being.
Just at that time another dark force came and the last one that would most likely try and take the world. Nero had appeared. The four of Dark were now in place. Who will stand to face us? He didn't expect much as they were raiding some stupid book, but due to the large dark forces gathered here, perhaps that would just lure out dangerous enemies.
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Post by Larxene on Jan 28, 2010 13:41:50 GMT -5
A Light Group of Four have Countered the Attack! Light Group | Defending:
Marche [Leader]
Luneth
Lightning
Zidane
---- Posting Order: Weiss, Zidane, Nero, Luneth, Cloud of Darkness, Marche, Yazoo, then Lightning.---- If no winner has been decided by February 28th, 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 aegis1 on Feb 1, 2010 8:54:02 GMT -5
Weiss stood silently observing his two comrades; Yazoo and the Cloud of Darkness. Yazoo seemed quick, agile, and the Cloud of Darkness seemed to be a more stationary fighter. He couldn’t be for sure what their fighting styles were, or what their strengths were; all Weiss knew was that Nero was here at his side. That enough would create the force to destroy this world and submit it to everlasting darkness. Besides, the two knew each other’s fighting styles better than anyone else; they could cover for each other’s weaknesses and watch one another’s back. He doubted any enemy they faced had the kind of bond that those two had, and could run in such harmony together during battle.
Blinking his sapphire eyes, Weiss turned his head slightly, the soft, yet wildly fashioned white hair flipped slightly. The stream of strong sunlight beamed down onto the shirtless back of the Immaculate, and his hands drew back to his blades, preparing to draw them at any moment. “Brother; this should be easy, agreed? Heh…” His voice ringed with authority, yet hid a side of kindness for his brother.
His weapons were unique- a pair of katanas with barrels atop them. The grips hold a lever, and lead to the barrel, making a lever action pair of katanas. They are strong, mainly used for close range and not accurate at long range. Luckily, Nero could cover his long range with his pistols, and his unique powers would come in handy in guarding both of them. He was ready for this fight; he had been dying to get into one, to get some blood spilt.
[ooc- sorry, not much to write.]
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Post by zid on Feb 4, 2010 16:16:44 GMT -5
He seriously wasn't going to steal the book, he was just looking at it, but his luck took a turn for the worse anyway.
It didn't seem like anyone at the Recon...storation...Corporation...Committee had had much time to explain where the raid was happening, who it was happening to, where the bad guys were, that kind of thing--mostly because no one was around and breaking into someone's headquarters was a lot easier when it looked like a troupe of dark-wielding troublemakers had gotten there first. But once he got inside there wasn't a lot to do; there clearly hadn't been a battle and the only thing that might be out of place was the open book on the table, which prompted an examination, which landed him here. In the middle of absolutely nowhere, by a felled tree.
There were no signs of destruction around here, but that didn't take Zidane off his guard. He knew he wasn't the only guy on the map out here and if he wasn't seeing his compatriots right away that could mean battle happening around--or worse--and that meant self-sufficiency was key. The place definitely looked sweet and harmless enough to tick off a hardened servant of darkness. These guys gotta be pretty twisted.
Careful exploration didn't seem necessary for as long as he didn't hear battle cries--they weren't expecting him, so as long as he didn't make a scene he'd probably escape notice--at least, until he spotted what looked like the Villain Family Reunion happening on a hill overlooking a stream. Not that Zidane could possibly know how ironically accurate that description was, but the fact that the three were standing around and looking ominous gave them a certain dark atmosphere. The only thing the thief had on his side was the element of surprise, but running in there daggers gleaming would not be smart. They looked like they had plenty of long-range weapons and that would be a pain, but while Zidane could avoid those he was too far away for surprise to have any meaning. He'd have to get closer, and in the meantime see if he could get more information. That left the problem of the wide-open space between him and them.
From around the edge of a tree, Zidane made a quick analysis. Shirtless guy was probably strong, but he had a lot of muscle that would slow him down and Zidane probably wouldn't have to worry about him in an escape. Cloak man was hard to pin down--probably faster and lighter, definitely had something to hide, but if it was just a lack of skill then he could write that one off. Reserve judgment for now. Creepy bandaged guy with the knife-things seemed pretty screwed up, maybe a little crazy, and Zidane couldn't be sure if those things on his back weren't wings--which would be a problem in any situation.
Turning tail and running wasn't really what he wanted to do, he couldn't attack the enemy, he couldn't very well talk to the en--eh...w...well.
Why not?
Worst case scenario, they'd never catch him.
A little more natural finagling brought him closer to the stream, and Zidane knew upstream was always best, so when he finally popped out into the open it was with a deceptively relaxed look--with the exception of the hand curling around the hilt of one of his daggers and the fact that his tail was tense and arched. He raised the other arm in a wave to get their attention. "Hey! Up there! You guys're with the darkness, right? And you're gonna, um..." Waving a hand in a vague gesture to indicate the world around them, he shrugged one shoulder. "Turn all this inside out?" Green-blue eyes narrowed slightly in an honest attempt to comprehend and Zidane shifted his weight, letting a strand of blond slip out of the way of his gaze.
"Why?"
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Post by nero on Feb 4, 2010 16:36:46 GMT -5
Nero gave a slight nod to show that he acknowledged his brother. Hopefully, this was going to be an easy match for the darkness. However, things were never easy when facing the light. Silence slowly filled the area thus making the area rather peaceful for Nero. The silence was always so mystical. It allowed anyone and everyone to think peacefully. That's when he herd an annoying voice.
Nero scanned the area until his eyes were fixated on Zidane. "So it begins brother." His head slightly tilted to the left and took a step closer towards Zidane. The Sable just wanted to get a better look. The darkness shrouded his hands for several minutes. That's when his darkness created guns appeared in both of his hands. By the looks of things the boy had a tail like a monkey.
"We cannot allow you to run about unchained." He said to Zidane. After that Nero pointed his left hand gun towards Zidane's head. After his hand was gently aimed to the right spot his finger was placed on the trigger. "Now we dance." With saying that Nero pulled the trigger thus a single darkness bullet went straight for Zidane. How will this hero of light avoid the bullet? It could be hard for him or maybe not.
(Epic fail post sorry.. x.x)
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Post by luneth on Feb 5, 2010 8:27:02 GMT -5
One-hundred acres of woodland. Who would have thought it would all be contained within a magical children's story book?
The legendary warrior known as Onion Knight had least expected this world to be the next one he would stumble into. Apparently there had been a commotion in a house that belonged to a wizard, and before he knew it, the boy also known by the alias of Luneth had looked into a open book and been sucked straight in. He had been here for a while now in fact, exploring the place after he had sensed the presence of some profound darkness somewhere nearby. He had already checked some houses within hills, a large tree with a beehive, and a cave before he had found himself here. He was currently sitting on a log in the middle of an open field, with sky the color of powder blue and cartoon-ish clouds, and green soft grass below his feet the light green color of a cactuar almost as if it had been drawn out of - right, a children's storybook. Luneth was starting to loose his place in reality compared to this fantasy around him, just like he couldn't exactly pinpoint the location of the dark presences nearby, breathing out a sigh that was a mixture of both relief and frustration that he was finally resting, yet even if he found what he was looking for wasn't sure yet how to handle until he got there.
He wished she was here... she always seemed to have a much better sense of detecting the direction of strong presences than he ever did.
He wasn't sure where she would be now, and while he missed her company like all his other friends, he knew there was a faint chance he might be able to see them all again including her. He'd had a run in with none other than Cloud himself at the Olympus Coliseum world, of all places, so if his world was connected to his again in some way then the moment of reunion between all of them with him wouldn't be too far behind. The small boy removed his helmet and cradled it under his arm, as he proceeded to wipe his forehead with the his hand as he silently wandered deep in thought. Speaking of meetings, while he sat on the log and contemplated this, the faint sounds of small footsteps was heard behind him. Luneth didn't hear the soft footsteps over the sound of himself trying to catch his breath at first, and even moreso when the short figure stopped in it's tracks upon seeing the back of the boy in red. Before Luneth could register he had been spotted, a humble voice spoke out to him with one short name.
"Oh, Sora! It's so very good to see you again!"
Luneth hitched in his breath as he turned to look around, watching as a small, yellow-furred bear wearing a red shirt waddled alongside the log next to him, green eyes blinking in surprise as he turned his head. The bear also looked surprised as Luneth turned around to look at him, blinking a few times with his small black beedy eyes before his relieved smile disappeared. "Oh, I thought you were a friend of Winnie the Pooh, at least before. He's been gone for so very long." the small bear sighed, and sat down on the log next to him. "Huh? Wait... you're Winnie the Pooh?" Luneth quickly assessed, finding it odd that the small animal - once he had his head wrapped around the fact a stuffed bear was talking to him - had refered to himself in the third person. The bear uttered a warm chuckle and replied, "Oh yes, I'm Winnie the Pooh. And who, are you?" he replied in a sing-song voice, which really put Luneth out of sorts of reminding him he was in a living nursery rhyme of sorts. But the bear sort of had a charm to him, a friendly appeal that made it hard for the young man not to smile. "My name's Luneth. So, Sora is a friend of yours, huh?" he simply replied, remembering reading the name at the top of a leader-board back in Olympus Coliseum.
Just who was this 'Sora'?
"Oh, hello Luneth. Why, yes, Sora is a friend! Did you come to look at the sky from the swing with your friends, too?" Winnie pondered as he distractingly changed the subject, as if it wasn't out of place. Luneth shook his head, catching the reference, which was more important information relevant to the current situation. "No, why? Is someone at this swing?" Friends? Who else was here? Why at this swing location? he wondered to himself inwardly. These were more questions the warrior of Light wanted to ask the small bear, but he could already tell Pooh was a slower thinker than he was, as he took his time to answer the question as he thought by rocking back and forth. "Oh yes, four friends, they're all over that way, at the place me and Sora with my many friends in the Hundred Acre Wood all looked up at the stars together. They are kind of scary like the hefalumps and woozles, and I do wish Sora was sitting right here, where you were pretending to be Sora, but he said he would always be right here." Pooh gestured, first pointing off in the direction of the swing, then tapping the area on his chest over where his heart should be. "So if Sora is with me, I must go return him to himself. Then maybe the daytime won't be as scary as the night time, and the bees would come back so I can go eat some hunny. Oh, just a small smackerel would do right about now..." he said rather meekly as he rubbed his round stomach, and got up off the log, wandering out of the meadow and out of sight.
Luneth stood up, putting his helmet back on, and watched as Pooh left with a concerned smile. "Don't worry Pooh. I'll make sure you'll have nothing to be afraid of."
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Time had passed since Luneth had encountered Winnie the Pooh, arriving at the swing, having caught his breath in the conversation and decided to run all the way there. And it was fortunate he was traveling at that velocity, having been inadvertently forewarned by the bear living in this world about his four 'friends', for the moment he arrived he came into the scene where one of them had leveled a weapon. A gun, of all weapons, and it was pointed straight at someone very familiar to him who was trying to talk some sense into their thick skulls. The short blond head of hair just a head above his own height, those familiar blue clothes, and that tail - it couldn't be anyone other than Zidane. He had encountered him from another world, when Cosmos had summoned him to the fractured realm that was hers and Chaos's battleground, but he hadn't joined up with him until everyone had gathered their crystals the goddess had pleaded for them to find. This was all registered within a second of recognizing his description, as a loud BANG came from the gun of the man in black talking to the Genome, and suddenly there was a loud tearing sound in the air followed by a flash of light as the legendary Onion Knight used his speed to zip forward.
Once the bright flash had gone, Luneth was standing before Zidane, his golden Onion Sword summoned to his hand having swiftly deflected the single bullet.
"Now now, that wasn't very respectful of you at all, was it? He was outnumbered and unarmed, trying to speak some rational thought, and you had to respond in aggravation by resorting to violence. You're all smarter than that, aren't you?" he questioned, lowering his sword to the side for the moment as his back faced Zidane, alert for any other signs of attack from their previous primitive reaction. "So you won't say anything about why you're trying to rip the pages out of this book." he paused, taking his time as he did so to look from villain to villain opposing them, taking in four of their numbers including one dangerously familiar. "But where's the logic in that? It's just a book, there's no warriors here that will rise up to fight you. The people who live in this world are just harmless stuffed animals. Don't you think you could make better use of your valuable time, and amazing power, by trying to destroy a world that's actually important to the Light? A world like this with just the two of us seems so beneath your gargantuan capabilities, I'm sure taking siege to another world wouldn't be any harder than this one." he raised the point, taking in the appearance of each villain to immediately calculate the situation. Including the trajectory and angles of attack, the range of each of their weapons, and how close in proximity they were to him and to each other.
The man in black looked like he had been wearing restraints, his face covered in some sort of mask. This had to either mean he recently escaped from somewhere, or that the clothes were designed to hold back his powers. And obviously, the metal wings on his back that also looked capable of wielding guns from it's talons on the rim of the wing looked sharp enough to cause some damage. Nearby him was a bare-chested man with white hair and carrying on his person two long blades, but the detail of the mechanisms integrated into the design didn't escape his notice, looking eerily familiar to the same design as Squall's gunblade. He was rather large and muscular, but the Onion Knight didn't put it past him that being so fit didn't mean he didn't know how to throw his own weight around quickly. There was a strange man in a black coat, who looked like the same coat of another strange man whom he had encountered with Cloud in Olympus Coliseum, and while he couldn't see his face under his hood he thought he saw a glimmer of turquoise-glowing eyes in the maw of shadow also timidly masking his face, that looked very much like the same glow in the eyes of his aforementioned friend. Seeing more than one cloak made him think that they belonged to some sort of group, a dark group if the color was meant to represent anything, but who exactly were they? Last but not least was the haunting presence of the most familiar foe to him, his arch-rival and the 'being' in the form of a woman who's presence in his world had killed his parents as well as almost eradicated him and their world more than once, the Cloud of Darkness. Luneth knew she had no weapon as as she had powerful spells of her own, and they were not to be underestimated, neither long range like the guns of her allies nor at close-range.
His eyes settling on the female figure in the group as he finished speaking, he sheathed his sword back to whence it came in a flash of light, figuring he could introduce her to everyone so they knew he was acquainted with her, villains seemed to have the rudest habit of not introducing themselves to their captive audience. "So, Cloud of Darkness, what will it be? We surrender, if you don't destroy this world, I'll lead you to another one you can annihilate easily. A world that once consumed by the shadows, will give the Darkness an ultimate power. And if you're not satisfied with that, you can take my life instead and come back to lay destruction on this small world, anyway. Please, take advantage of this opportunity, just don't obliterate the world these insignificant creatures call home." he exhaled out forcefully. His words were traitorous, but he sounded gravely sincere about his deal he was offering, and looked to Cloud of Darkness in serious look before he regretfully bowed his head in shame. These villains were going to tear the place apart, they couldn't win, so this option seemed like the best decision. Then everyone could get what they want, lives would be spared, and Pooh - Pooh would have a chance to find his friend.
He couldn't let this innocent story come to an end, remembering the innocent, genuine expression in Pooh's words, he just couldn't.
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Post by cloud on Feb 8, 2010 8:52:20 GMT -5
The Cloud looked from above at the arrival of Nero and remained silent as she waited. Actually, why was she waiting? They could as well start with the destruction. Only moments later appeared a boy with a tail. The boy didn't seem to have seen her. Although, Nero seemed to be the one to take care of the first brat. The four Warriors of Dark had already gathered, so she wondered if there would be any Warriors of Light gathering. The monkey boy was familiar, Zidane. It was one of the Warriors of Light.
Only when Nero attacked Zidane, another familiar face appeared. And this time it was one she had seen more recently as well. The one who had cut her down on several occasions now. First time she was defeated by him and his friends, then summoned by Chaos and Cosmos each, they faced each other again, but with many others of both Dark and Light. The last time she tried to take the boy's world again. "The legendary Onion Knight," she said and narrowed her eyes at the sight of the boy.
The Onion Knight started to talk to them as if he knew better. Still, even she wasn't certain why the four of them would attack this pathetic world together. It was still so fragile and easy to take, and all should return to the Void. The knight then suddenly raised his voice towards her. She laughed, "hwahwahwa, that certainly is an opportunity, but the others might not agree." She then started to gather energy between her hands above the tree. "We could also take your life now and this world. And after we take a more... satisfying world." She then uses a Zero-Form Wave of Particle Beam at the Onion Knight and Zidane.
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Post by ares on Feb 8, 2010 13:24:37 GMT -5
How was it that he always found himself drawn into magical books?
At the very least, this wasn't as random an act as the book of monsters and magic back home. After all, this place known as "Traverse Town" was just another part of whatever strange world he had been transported into, wasn't it? Still believing this was all some sort of dream manifested into reality (which was backed up by the fact Mewt was nowhere to be seen, perhaps having fallen into a depression again).
Nonetheless, it was within this magical world that he heard of yet another one, accessed through a book. Of course! Maybe books acted as a gateway, and he could use this to return to his home in Ivalice!
With that in mind, the blond-haired kid had made his way to the owners of the book...only to find nobody home. Strange indeed...until he noticed the open and rather suspicious book lying around.
Maybe the owner was inside at the time, traveling to other worlds? It was certainly a possibility.
And so for once Marche was actually able to brace himself before being warped inside, ready for whatever horrors awaited.
Thus leading him to a ridiculously colourful forest.
"A kid's book? Guess I was worried for nothing." he sighed, blue eyes scanning his surroundings. There was no sign of non-plant life visible, but he could have sworn he heard voices a ways away.
Ah, but wait! Since ended up in this world, he had regained all his learned abilities from Fantasy Ivalice. Including one that would be particularly useful right now...
"Sensor!"
Blue eyes faded to black as life energy soon became visible to him. Much of the plants covered his field of vision, but a distinct human...or at least human-like aura was visible just over the hill. Pulses shot through his head through the strain this ability put on him, causing him to soon return to his natural state and quickly shake things off.
Obviously not expecting a battle, Marche trotted on with his swords still locked in their scabbards...
...and instantly regretted it when he saw a silver-haired man pointing a gun towards two kids. Luckily, it seemed the younger of the two kids had taken a protective stance in front of the...wait, did that other kid have a tail?
Nonetheless, Marche was not one to stand by while others were in trouble. Especially when he noticed the gunner had some rather sinister-looking allies. Not that he should be one to judge by appearances, but generally speaking someone pointing a gun at a child is probably going to be evil.
As he moved closer and began to pick up on their words, it seemed that the non-tailed kid was trying to convince the others to let them go. More and more it seemed that they were on the correct side here, though Marche knew from experience that the one who is a hero is not always conveniently placed.
And that was when the flying woman shot a laser towards the kids.
"What exactly is going on here?!" Marche exclaimed, too far back to worry about being struck by the laser.
Ah, but then he couldn't just stand by and let these kids get shot down, now could he? He began to concentrate the energy inside him - the "Aura", as Montblanc had called it - onto the palm of his hand while taking a deep breath. It had been a while, but this was not a technique he would soon forget.
"Far Fist!" he exclaimed like a cartoon superhero, announcing his attack for no apparent reason. The energy building inside of him was expelled as a transparent blast, rushing towards the oncoming laser and crashing into it with no concept of subtly. And much like the cartoons of old, the blasts seemed to cancel each other out, earning a sigh of relief from the ex-soldier.
"Are you two alright?" Marche asked, taking a position next to the tailed-boy while the Judge Sword appeared in his hands. "I'm sorry if I got caught up in something that doesn't concern me, but it looked like you could use some help."
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Yazoo
Villain
Remnant of Mother's Legacy[M:180]
"... finding my way..."
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Post by Yazoo on Feb 12, 2010 8:30:11 GMT -5
Yazoo listened to Weiss, who apparently took the Light lightly. Then again, there had yet to be seen one, but he suspected them to appear any moment now. Even if this was just a child's book, the Light would do everything to defend it.
And as expected, soon after the first appeared. The remnant didn't recognise him, but the boy had a presence that was more Light than Dark. Suddenly a memory flashed, but he didn't bother with it. Apparently something Sephiroth would know. The boy had started to make hand gestures to indicate what he was talking about. Yazoo figured that the boy was already a tough opponent, so he was hoping that his companions weren't taking everything that lightly yet.
From Nero's movements and aiming, the cloaked remnant could've thought that Nero only saw a boy that stood in his way, but from the voice he made up that he just wanted to start things up. Somewhat it resembled Loz in a sense. Yazoo smirked under his hood and watched the second boy he had sensed come in to block the bullet. He had expected as much.
This one was wearing armor, but was, as well, one of Light. He listened to the boy's pleas and ignored them. It seemed that this boy wasn't taking them seriously instead. Yet, he as well seemed like trouble that was in their way. However, this one seemed to know the Cloud that was floating above them. Also the Cloud had recognised the boy and given him a name 'legendary onion knight'. The name seemed somewhat ridiculous, but it was probably an honor to carry the name where they came from.
The Cloud brought up more of a reasonable idea than what the knight seemed to have in mind. While the two had been chattering, Yazoo had sensed another one appear closer and closer. It was the first familiar presence among the Light, this one was from Wonder Land. And it was another boy. After the Cloud sent out a large beam at the two boys, this one repelled it with his own attack. A more... transparent blast. It seemed strange to be able to cancel such a large attack from the Cloud.
Now three of the Light had gathered and the cloaked remnant could sense another. It was also a familiar presence. One of a woman he had fought in the finals of the tournament. Lightning. Yazoo didn't bother waiting for her to enter the fray and his arm started to glow as he pulled it back. Then he quickly released his arm forward and shot an Explosion spell at the three boys that had come together. Even if they would block it or try anything else, the spell would explode if it hit anything. He hoped the explosion would catch them, or it would at least destroy a part of the world.
The remnant that jumped backwards and into the tree. He didn't plan to get in the explosion himself, so moved quickly upwards in the tree. There were some ideas in making use of the tree there.
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Lightning
Hero
[M:0]
"Lightning. It flashes bright, then fades away. It can't protect. It only destroys."
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Post by Lightning on Feb 13, 2010 21:58:33 GMT -5
Lightning was here. She had been here. Lightning was just waiting. Waiting for the right moment to come out. She wasn't even too sure why she was choosing to hide before making her initial attack. She had arrived in this world not too long ago. Initially, Lightning had been confused. Why was she brought to this sort of forest? It appeared very happy and whatnot. And it certainly didn't feel like a world that Lightning would chose to visit on her own. She usually wasn't one for the happy-go-lucky sort of places. She usually just...stood out too much in a world like this. Whether it be from the actions of her cold personality, or her fighting sort of attire. Lightning just didn't seem like she would be one to blend in around here. Especially with all of the cutsey little animals. She managed to see a few of them when she first arrived.
Lightning had wondered why anyone would even choose to attack such a harmless world. Its not like this area had much to offer. She really couldn't see a place like this falling to the Darkness either. This world it just seemed so pure and innocent. The idea of it being a world of darkness just seemed so farfetched. This would probably be one of the last worlds that she would predict a battle to form on. Which is why when she had first arrived here, she really hadn't been expecting that a battle would be going on. Then she had managed to catch site of some of the warriors of Darkness. Which then led her to go to a hiding spot, which is where she was still residing. She was crouched behind a large bush, able to peek through the leaves so she could see the action that was going on.
She studied each of the dark warriors for a moment, studying the features of each one, wanting to know her enemy. Lightning did not ignore the fact that they were going to be tough opponents to face off against. Her eyes changed when she saw someone else coming forward. She looked over to see the ones that she would have to be working alongside. The fellow warriors of Light. She saw the first one, a curious looking boy with a tail. Next to him she saw another boy, wearing a helmet with several feathers coming from it. Lightning noticed one thing that all the two boys had in common. They were both so...so young.
Lightning knew not to underestimate them, just because of their age. After all, she traveled alongside Hope, who was only fourteen. And Hope was quite the fighter. She had a feeling that these boys would have a similar sort of talent, as far as fighting goes. The talent of being able to fight at such a young age. She listened to the boy with the feather helmet talk to one of the Darkness Warriors. So he knew her. This could come in handy. If he knew her, then maybe he knew a thing or two about how she was at attacking. Lightning hoped that this was the case. She knew that this battle was not going to be easy. They were evenly matched yes, but the warriors of Darkness seemed so strong as well. Either way, she hoped that it would be fair.
Lightning watched as the woman for the Darkness started her attack. Lightning rose to her feet, feeling the need to come out from hiding now. Things were getting started and she wanted to help out. She started to stand, but then saw another young boy come from nowhere. She watched as he started to attack, creating some sort of energy explosion. Lightning was impressed by this attack. Lightning then turned her attention to the one who was disguising his face with a hood. She watched as he got ready to attack. Lightning saw this and she reacted quickly, jumping out from the bush where she had been hiding a moment ago. She went in between the group of boys watching him aim an explosion attack. Lightning activated her Gravity Bomb device. She used it to create the Electrical Shield to protect her and the boys, unless they had chosen to try and dodge it. The shield would wear off within moments, and then the attacking would have to continue. |
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