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Post by Deleted on Feb 3, 2010 19:58:49 GMT -5
World of Balance/Ruin has been attacked by Darkness. Dark Being | Attacking: Kefka Palazzo [Leader]
----- 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 Feb 6, 2010 17:41:02 GMT -5
A Light Group of Three has Countered the Attack! Light Group | Defending:
Terra Branford [Leader]
Ritz Malheur
Edgar Roni Figaro
---- Posting Order: Ritz, Kefka, Terra, then Edgar.---- If no winner has been decided by March 6, 2010, 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 ritz on Feb 7, 2010 19:44:21 GMT -5
Ritz lifted her right hand to her bright red hair, strumming her hand through it, her fingers scaling he scalp. His left hand rested on her rapier, and her eyes of emerald scanne the area before her. It was a different area, a different world, for that matter. Ritz wasn't yet used to expecting to the unexpected. It was true that fantasy Ivalice gave her a run for her money on what she thought was normal, but after being casts into all these worlds....
This particular one was different than the other, but then again, what was normal among the worlds? She had only traveled among a few, and each one was completely different. No relationships existed between any of them, except for the heartless. All she knew was that darkness binded the worlds togather, but what did the light do? She wasn't sure yet, but that didn't stop her from fighting for it.
[ooc: fail post...Well, not much to put....]
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Post by kefka on Feb 12, 2010 20:51:05 GMT -5
[OOC: Since there isn’t a description of where this smackdown is taking place, mind if I fill in the gaps?]
There was nothing quite like going home.
The little town of Mobliz looked so darn peaceful, didn’t it? Cute little houses all lined up in a row, fields of vibrant green grass, flowers as far as the eye can see. All of its inhabitants were frolicking under the rays of the brilliant ball of fire floating up in the sky. It was a picture of idyllic bliss, a perfect caricature of heaven on earth. So peaceful, so bright. Perfection distilled into a few acres of good real estate populated by happy, content folk who just wanted to live out their normal, boring lives in peace.
Wouldn’t it be even more interesting if it was reduced into a smoking crater?
Floating up in the sky, hand shielding his glinting eyes from the sun, Kefka Palazzo surveyed the landscape with distaste. Last time he had seen this little patch of nowhere, it was abandoned and desolate. The buildings had been coated in dust and soot. The ground was parched of life and sustenance, having become brown and black, cracked and broken. No adults were left after he had passed Judgement on this slip of a town, leaving the poor, defenseless children alone, without anyone to protect them. Such a nice desolated area. What happened?
“It looks like redecorating is in order,” Kefka muttered to himself. He had spent too much time gallivanting in other worlds, wandering for no reason, wasting effort and energy on brats and persons unknown and uninteresting to him. While there was a multitude of other worlds out there waiting to be drained of their energy and use, Kefka had found none of them. He had always been waylayed by idiots who can’t seem to leave him alone for too long. No, he had no use for the denizens of those far-flung worlds. Not when his own backyard has not been sorted yet. Already, he felt familiar magic, his magic arcing over his fingers. Once in a while, it was exhilarating to just take off the shackles of subtlety and go for excess.
“There’s nothing like a good fire to get things moving!” Kefka snarled to no one in particular, a manic smile spreading across his lips. He floated closer to the center of the town, still above the dainty little shacks of Mobliz. Bringing his hand to the sky, Kefka summoned five fireballs from the sky to smash into anything in particular. Two arced and bounced off the ground before exploding against a house, obliterating it and sending flaming pieces of what was once a happy, comfortable home straight into the sky. One more smashed against the ground, exploding into chunks of rock and ash. The last two headed for an elaborately dressed warrior standing in the outskirts of town, which seemed like overkill for a dainty-looking girl like her. Kefka paid no attention to her as he brought his hands together and gathered yet even more magic, forming them into a volatile blue ball of energy that will create even more devastation once enough magic had been gathered. Around him, in just a few seconds and with little effort, he had turned a wonderful utopia into a hellhole of smoke and fire. In five minutes, he would leave it a wasteland.
It’s good to be home.
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Post by terra on Feb 16, 2010 15:31:22 GMT -5
Rage, undeniable rage nearly consumed her.
As soon as the young woman had sensed the magical aura of the jester, she had left the home of Duane and Katarin. She knew he would have come eventually, as the destruction of this world was his dream. The end of all humanity and of the universe, but Terra would not take this. This was her home, and where the children she had cared for lived. Maybe she did not remember everything, but her heart would not lie to her, and the emotions she felt every time she looked to the orphaned children filled her with warmth and acceptance. Kefka had taken her childhood, her memories, and her life. Not anymore, though! The sun gave the illusion of a peaceful day, but it was far from it. Her heart was racing, and the half Esper was running toward the aura, bathed in darkness, with that madness that only Kefka held. Her mind whirred, and Terra hoped Edgar was nearby as well. Already, magical energy thrummed through her body, and she jumped into the air, flying upward with no trouble.
And she saw him.
"Kefka! You will not harm Mobliz again!" A gasp of horror escaped her lips as she saw the fireball suddenly hit the ground, and she shielded her eyes from the fiery blast. Without even think, Terra raised her hands, and water erupted from the ground, dousing the flames before any true harm could be done as she cast Flood. No longer would she hesitate with these children in danger, and her azure eyes burned with anger and hatred. In a flash of blinding light, she teleported before Kefka. The volatile energy burned against her, and Terra readied herself. Flying back a distance, the young woman twirled within the air, her hands raised before her. Five orbs of holy magick suddenly rushed toward the made, Hopefully it would distract the mage long enough, and she would be able to hold him off until Edgar caught up to her. Holding her arm out before her, she suddenly moved into the second half of her spell.
Fire engulfed her hand, and she hastily cast flare.
Burning red orbs formed within her palm, before expelled once more at Kefka. This time, she was the one in control, and the one that would protect her friends. Kefka held no sway upon her, and Terra would make sure of that. As long as she distracted him from Mobliz, the citizens would have enough time to escape through the tunnels beneath. The town could be rebuilt, but lives could not. "I won't let you win!" |
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Post by edgar on Feb 17, 2010 14:06:50 GMT -5
It had been a long time since Edgar had slept outside of an inn. A very long time indeed. But Duane and Katarin had seemed glad to see him and let him stay in one of the spare beds. And considering it was not a technical inn, it had been surprisingly comfortable. Of course, considering he had learned yesterday of Kefka still being alive, the king had kept his chain mail on while drifting off to sleep. Can't be too careful, correct?
Good thing he did that too, for he awoke to see Terra rushing out the door. At first he held a mixture of "I'm still sleepy" and "No good morning?", but as his eyes adjusted to the light outside and his mind began to wake up, Edgar realized something was wrong. After all, Terra was hardly the type to run off unannounced just to relax. Usually she ran off when she sensed danger.
"Danger? Could this danger not have waited until after breakfast?"
Nonetheless, Edgar was out the door minutes after her, settling for a bit of water and making sure to grab hold of his weapons. His magicite was still tucked away on his person, as he had not wanted to risk Terra seeing it and invoking some less-then-pleasant memories.
Terra was unfortunately long gone from view at this point, being surprisingly fast when she needed to be. And yet it was easy enough for Edgar to locate the source of danger, as it was the one place that the normal sounds of a morning were not decorating.
But what kind of fiend could even pose a threat to Mobliz? They had their barrier, did they not? It would have to be some sort of monst-
"Kefka?!" Egar realized, quickening his pace to a full run. Terra had warned him, hadn't she? And yet he still believed there was time to prepare. Obviously he had forgotten that nothing about Kefka was ever predictable.
But even so...for just the two of them to fight? What chance did they stand? Even his beloved Tools were no match for the jester's magic.
Perhaps it wasn't Kefka. Perhaps it was just a large group of monsters, or-
Any salvation he hoped for disappeared as Edgar arrived at the battle scene to see the mad mage standing before him. Already fireballs danced through the air, and Terra herself was already in action as well in countering them with her own spells. The pure force of watching their magic go head to head only deepened Edgar's feelings of inadequacy. And the pure delight that lit up Kefka's face was not helping Edgar feel any better.
Amidst the spell-slinging, however, he noticed a fireball heading towards a strange girl. Well, maybe "strange" was not the right word...she was a cute little number. Regardless, the king did not recognize her, and was certain she would not be able to handle the spell shooting towards her.
"If I can do nothing else, I can save her."
His mind set, Edgar took out his Pearl Lance and began to dash towards the girl. Seeing he would probably not reach her in time, he called upon the power of his DragonBoots and leaped high into the air; twenty feet, to be exact.
While still in the air, he used his free left hand to take hold of his Multi-Purpose Tool and switch to AutoCrossbow, sending a volley of arrows into the fire's path. Most of them missed, as the king could not exactly aim while in the air, but one of them managed to pierce and seemingly extinguish the flame.
Unfortunately, for all his airborne feats he landed on his knee rather than his feet, already taking some damage. Still, he landed relatively close to the pink-haired girl, whom he quickly got on his feet and turned to.
"You should get into town quickly. It's not safe here." was all he managed to say before taking his lance in both hands and moving carefully towards Kefka.
"Why are you here, fiend? Have you forgotten what happened the last time you fought us?" he asked, a growl evident in his voice. Not that he expected to be able to reason with someone like Kefka...
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Post by ritz on Feb 17, 2010 21:03:56 GMT -5
Ritz watched as the scenery of a rather ugly creature, a clown of sorts, came forth. Her emerald eyes stared at the clowns distinguished features, recalling them at her home world of Ivalice. They were ugly there, and obviously ugly here. Clowns were a weird sort of people, but this one seemed different. She watched as a female moved forward to strike him with red orbs; she called him Kefka. An ugly name for an ugly person, she figured. Kefka sounded like a cough from a dying dog, with a wheezing affect added at the end.
A man flew through the air, his weapon evolving to a bow. She was surprised by his agility and maneuverability, however he landed poorly. This was not a mistake she would make, but then again she wasn’t the type to go leaping through the air. Besides, she felt less comfortable with limited movement. On the ground, her reflexes proved superior the majority of the time. Her time in Fantasy Ivalice was quite helpful in these times. Especially with the challenges she had been recently facing.
He told her to go back to the city and leave the fight to those two. Smiling slightly, she figured that he thought she was just another teenage girl. Either way, she ignored his request. “Hm…No, I can’t do that.”
Stubborn as ever, good old Ritz stepped up beside Edgar, and drew her long, dark Rapier with her right hand, and extended it before her; she raised it to eye level, pointing to the clown. “Kefka is it? Your outnumbered, don’t fight a battle that’s already been lost. In all honesty, Ritz wasn’t sure how strong this character was, or how strong her allies were. All she knew was her own strength and abilities.
[ooc: No offense Kefka. LoL]
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Post by kefka on Feb 20, 2010 14:19:47 GMT -5
Oh how wonderful!
Only five seconds in and Kefka could already hear the glorious sounds of screams and shouts. Nothing like a good old chorus to liven up scenes of destruction. It wasn’t enough that he could see their fear and pain. No, it was even more beautiful to hear their anguish, to drink up the ambience of despair and truly revel in it! Forget the dance of diplomacy, only destruction can fill him now. Seeing all the chaos and smoke filled him with even more happiness. The giggles escalated and Kefka found himself bellowing his joy in endless laughter as he floated over his handiwork. In his hand, a ball of blue fire formed as Kefka sighted a fine looking building to pulverize only to pause as two familiar figures dashed out, looking focused and prepared.
Why should he be surprised? He had left the girl in a state that was less than stable. Where else would she run but back to her hovel, back to the litter of squealing rats she had begun to believe was her ‘family?’ Pathetic! Whatever family she had left, he had burned and broken down, all except this little hamlet. Well, that can be arranged. Oh, was that the pauper king of Figaro with her? What, did the rest of those silly Returners abandon the poor little doll, leaving as her backup some washed-up, wannabe machinist king? That’ll just make things even easier. Kefka saw the older Figaro jump to save some bystander, causing him to scoff. Seeing as he wasn’t giving Kefka any attention, he decided to concentrate on his wayward toy.
Just as Kefka was about to throw the fireball, the girl shouted some nonsensical heroic promise and cast five orbs of Holy at him. “Pedestrian!” He spat out, the fireball disappearing from his hands. Instead, he held out his left hand and condensed the air around him, creating a large block of Ice. The ice blocked the five orbs and Kefka laughed as the girl continued with a completely unsurprising Flare spell. “Predictable!” Kefka sneered and simply continued holding the block of ice in front of him, absorbing the orbs of fire. “Pathetic!” He practically screamed as he drove the Blizzard spell at the half-Esper, the block exploding into a dense cloud of ice shrapnel. “If you want to protect your oh-so-dear town,” Kefka mocked, a gleeful smile appearing at the thought of her broken body lying on the ground as he laid waste to this pathetic town. “Then stop prancing around and fight like you MEAN IT!”
Now for the no-good fool in noble clothing.
God these heroes are predictable. The moment Kefka had made his shot at that girl of his, her companion began spouting some half-hearted insult. It only made him laugh more. Optimistic fools were his bread and butter. There was no better sight than to see some morally indecent warrior have his world shattered with just a few well-placed spells and curses. What made Kefka do a double-take was seeing that little slip of a girl walk up to him and actually threaten him with a weapon. Now there’s a girl with spunk! If only he met more warriors like her. It would certainly liven up the odd battle or two. Even if she was massively outclassed, it didn't hurt to have an opponent that would fight to the fullest. All in the name of fun and chaos! At her statement, Kefka cackled and replied, “Honey, that’s the only way I fight! Why battle when all the odds are at your side? How boring!” To punctuate this statement, Kefka brought his hands together, gathering magic to him before expelling them in a string of lightning bolts aimed at the pair. If they can’t survive a piddling Thunder spell, they had no right to be here. Just two more corpses to add to the pile.
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Post by terra on Feb 24, 2010 15:38:53 GMT -5
[[OOC: Sorry for the shortness. No muse.]]
Terra gnashed her teeth together in frustration. Her powers brimmed beneath her fingertips, but what if she unleashed too much? Her chaotic nature would come through, and she may not be able to discern friend from enemy! Something that the jester would love to see. The young woman inhaled deeply, her other half bridging the edge of her conscious mind. At least like this, she would be able to distract Kefka for now. All Terra hoped was that Edgar would seen show himself, and that the villagers of Mobliz had escaped through the tunnels. Her azure orbs widened as she saw him summon the shield of ice, and her heart beat quickly. She was hesitant, the desire to protect her home warring against the primal half that wanted nothing more than to feel Kefka's bones break beneath her delicate hands. "If you would like my power, then you shall have it!" Eyes flashing violet, those violent tendrils of energy coiling around her slender frame. Terra felt her heart begin to race, but that primal grin stretched across her lips, and the logic of her mind was quickly knocked to the side.
Raising her hand upward, clouds raced through as magic weaved through the air. A spell that took much energy, but chaotic and strong within nature. Something Kefka would surely love to see. The young woman snapped her fingers, and several meteors suddenly rained from the sky, the flaming spell rushing at her opponent. Kefka was hers alone to take care of, and she had family to protect. Her eyes had long bled to violet, and Terra unsheathed Apocalypse from the hilt at her side. Let him come! Her blade seemed to glow as it fed off her magical energy, and Terra suddenly disappeared in a flash of light. Her scream was guttural as she reappeared behind the gesture, blade raised high as she brought it down in a downward arc. Energy ripped from the sword, a near-copy of her own Riot Blade, and all she did was grin. Her Esper half was too far to the surface, and it practically rejoiced at the prospect at seeing the jester bloodied and battered. Broken and lifeless as the dolls he so used to love.
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Post by edgar on Mar 1, 2010 12:21:14 GMT -5
[OOC: Sorry I took so long. I was stressing over an exam which I finished yesterday. And while I think I did good, I am now stressing over a broken PSP, so I'm still pretty ><]
Much to Edgar's surprise, the pink-haired girl refused his request to leave. Not only that, but she prepared her own weapon and decided to take on Kefka! Just who was this girl anyways? It was rare to find someone not afraid of the jester. His theory that she was from another world began to become more plausible by the second.
That said, Kefka found himself on the receiving end of Terra's spells. Even using magic himself, Edgar was in awe at the way the half-Esper seemed to dance through the skies as she rained down destruction. Destruction that was easily blocked by a shield of ice at first, but her follow up did not seem quite so easy to avoid.
Unfortunately he could not stand around in awe all day; Kekfa was sending a Bolt spell his way. His instincts told him to protect the red-head, but he also realized it wasn't a particularly powerful spell. Maybe it she took a little taste of it, she would come to her senses and run. Just a little though; Edgar would have to make sure she did not take the full hit.
And what better way to do such a thing then fire off his own Bolt spell? The magicite in his pocket began to glow a dull yellow as the kind shot off a thin bolt of lighting at the oncoming spell. It collided with Kefka's Bolt and fizzled out, but not before reducing the strength of the jester's technique.
"I admire your courage, but this is no ordinary character we are fighting. Though I suppose your ability to handle this spell shall prove whether or not you should be helping."
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Post by Larxene on Mar 14, 2010 15:42:26 GMT -5
After Voting on the winner, we had chosen that the Darkness won. If you disagree with the discussion, please inform Larxene with a well stated PM listed why you disagree.
The Dark has captured World of Balance/Ruin!
Since Kefka has won, he is allowed to upgrade of one ability or one modification to his powers and will be notified. Requests are to be PMed to Vincent. Congrats! |
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