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Post by Larxene on Mar 14, 2010 16:09:50 GMT -5
Gaia(FF9) has been attacked by Light. Light Group | Attacking: Vivi Orunitia [Leader]
Richter Abend
Princess Garnet
Zidane ----- The Dark has ten days to get a team together to counter this attack or the Light will have a claim on the world! Light, feel free to post here. Another post will be added when the Dark gets a Raid Group, or if the Light has won the world! Keep an eye out! |
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Post by richter on Mar 15, 2010 9:26:49 GMT -5
This place was…familiar, in that Déjà vu sense that makes one wonder if they had already seen something or had already been someplace, or they had already talked to some person and heard what it is they had said. Although familiar, it was different. It seemed like he had grown up here, and when he took that turn through the woods that he thought he knew would take him to the city, he found that it was actually a dead end. At the time he found that it was a dead end, however, he felt as though he already had known that, and he had simply made the mistake of forgetting his way around.
Richter, although at first a little creped out by the strange déjà vu, or what had seemed as déjà vu, soon came around to realizing why this world felt to him the way it did. It was eerily similar in appearance to his home world of Parvila. Although he could not remember ever detail of his home world, he did notice that the air seemed lighter here in Gaia; it was easier to breathe. Being the King of Parvila, Richter made a mental note that once he completed his journey, restoring his son’s heart and finding his wife and daughter, he would return to Parvila and find a way to make their air better.
He felt as though he was abundant with energy, and it seemed easier to walk. This could of very well been his imagination, however he doubted it. Richter came across what he at first mistake for a clearing in the woods; upon further investigation however, he founded it to be the ending of the woods. Not far in the distance, maybe a twenty minute walk stood a village. Although the sun shone in this iridescent world, a lingering feeling of evil hovered over Richter.
The moment he set his eyes upon the tow, he gripped the pommel of his blade, and then proceeded to slide his hand across the hilt. With his other hand, he adjusted his glasses, and brushed the long hair from his eyes. Richter looked around, wondering what was going on. His clothing was honestly not out of place for this world, as it bore so much similarity to Parvila, however one would of never suspected him to be a King. He appeared much more like a scholar with a sword; his glasses and the way he carried himself added just that much more to his enigmatic manner.
Of course, when in Parvila, he did not dress himself in this usual manner. His clothing was of an adventurer; his blade, honestly, did not match the world at all however. Richter could not of know this, obviously. He had come to this world in search of a way to find his son, answers, and a Gummi ship. He needed to know what Kingdom Hearts was, and why Garn said it could save Sedaris. His intentions were not to come to this world and get involved in a battle. Richter did not jump in any situation without fully analyzing it, and even then, he still good judgment in deciding to stay a bystander or become a participant. This feeling that loomed over him though….it was too strange, too eerie, and too evil.
“I don’t like this…” |
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Post by Larxene on Mar 17, 2010 15:19:04 GMT -5
A Dark Group of Three has Countered the Attack! Dark Group | Defending:
Kuja [Leader]
Garland
Kefka
---- Posting Order: Vivi, Garland, Garnet, Kefka, Zidane, Kuja, then Richter
---- If no winner has been decided by April 17th, 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 vivi on Mar 17, 2010 17:32:22 GMT -5
When Vivi had first heard that that Dali had been taken over by darkness, he was slightly shocked. The news brought back memories of the destruction of Lindblum and Kuja's attack on Alexandria to the front of his mind. For some reason this turn of events reminded Vivi of those events. These memories were also still fresh in his mind anyways since he regained some of his memories. The darkness in the air made a shiver go up Vivi's spine as he walked into Dali.
Vivi's grip on his Mace of Zeus only tightened as he walked further into Dali. he had decided to gather a group, mainly of his friends and another person that wanted to help, that would help him in bringing Gaia back to light. This group consisted of Zidane, Dagger, somebody named Richter, and himself. "Gaia..." Vivi muttered silently as he took in his surrounds more. Not many could tell but he could see traces of darkness in the air and coming from cracks in the buildings. This combined with the tension felt in the air only increased Vivi's slightly depressed mood.(I'm proud of this post and I'm assuming this is taking place in Dali.)
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Post by garland on Mar 19, 2010 15:49:30 GMT -5
He did not care for this place.
Gaia was a world Garland knew little of, though the little that he had seen left him with the desire to keep it that way. Darkness filled it, controlled it, marked it as a world that stood against the light and all of its heroes. But this was not to remain so, at least not for the moment. The darkness was strong here, but Garland could feel its strength wavering, as if it was being challenged. The planet had no defenders to keep its alignment true, and so the mighty ex-knight of Cornelia had come to champion its cause.
But he was not the only champion.
With his indifference towards this planet there was no reason that Garland would choose to fight for it, no reason except one. One of his former comrades, if that group of villains could be considered as much, called this place their home, wished it to be kept under their control. Kuja sought to fight for the darkness in this place, sought to defend it against the piercing light that wished to remove the evil ailing their planet. Garland was indifferent to Kuja's cause, as he was indifferent to the planet Gaia itself, but there were benefits to aiding the man. Allies would be required for the war that Garland was now involved in, and the pool of dark beings that he could attempt to enlist the aid of was lowly, pathetic.
So few of them understood honor, understood war.
To hold Kuja's promise in battle he would require that the man have his personal ordeals set aside, so that he would be focused. The inevitable assault on Gaia, and Garland was certain that it would not be the last, would distract Kuja, and the ex-knight could not afford his allies to be distracted. The worlds needed to be brought under order, under domination. The light was not fit to rule, they were too weak, their ideals too pathetic. The morals that they stood for were the very things preventing them from achieving true power, from ascending. Garland would ascend, he would become and he would destroy.
If only the pathetic beings that stood in his way realized how great he would be.
Mighty Garland's blade ground against the earth as he stepped forward, leaving a small trail of destruction that barely sufficed as a hint to the chaos that he would soon cause. His gaze scoured the land before him, noting that it was dull, unworthy of the battle that would commence on its ground. This would change, for the scene around him would look much more suitable after he showed his power ravaged the land, burned it black and shattered it like stone. This would not be the place that Kuja loved once this fight was over, it would be nothing less than a battlefield.
"And so... We begin."
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Post by princessgarnet on Mar 24, 2010 6:31:13 GMT -5
[OOC: I am so sorry about leaving this reply to the last minute. Drama's going down irl and had to be dealt with. Thanks to everyone in this thread, 'specially Kefka who's next in the posting order, for being so patient with me.]
IC: It had been two weeks since Garnet had learned of the burning of the Iifa Tree. A moogle, barely maintaining itself aloft on exhausted, leathery wings, had delivered the grim news all the way from the sun-baked continent while the queen was midway through an audience with a disgruntled pack of nobles. Never before had the subjects of her court fallen silent so quickly.
The creature relayed his message in a frayed little voice which cracked with anxiety when it announced that the great tree once filled with stagnant souls had been set ablaze by unnatural causes; now nothing more than charred roots and ash. Afterwards, the moogle didn't stay long enough to recover from its journey, declaring that it needed to return to its family in Madain Sari. The tiny messenger departed the following day, a determined blot on the eastern horizon on a morning that had dawned bleak and gray. It was clear, at first in subtle changes that were soon supported by the emergence of strange creatures that melted into shadows, that something had changed for the worst.
From that moment on, Garnet was a monarch beyond comfort. She was robbed of her peace of mind; thoughts of Gaia overwhelmed by darkness plagued her like wasps, and her lack of a real solution began to chip away at the confidence she had gained while on the throne. Food, drink, and sleep lost much of their importance as she met with nobles, generals, and scholars. But with a lack of information to work with, and when tempers that were notoriously short were made shorter still by tension, she did nothing but chaperone arguments that were driven in endless, frenzied circles.
As time wore on, Alexandria became lit with fear. Its citizens felt a sense of danger that worsened when they could not locate the threat, and it was popularly speculated that the Iifa Tree's destruction was somehow connected to the appearance of these new monsters, fueling old, unforgotten fears. Garnet did her part and ordered an increase to the number of soldiers who patrolled the city's streets and borders, but she was still restless, desperate to find a more permanent solution to the problem. This sense of responsibility was rooted more deeply in her than any obligations of royalty were. She had not helped to save Gaia from destruction only to sit idly by the next time it was threatened, and that was precisely what she felt she was doing. How could she consider herself a proper queen if she stayed hidden in her castle like a coward while her people suffered? What would her friends think?
So it was with determination that Garnet acted, replacing her gown and circlet with old traveling clothes and discreetly making her way to the little town of Dali, leaving General Beatrix to defend Alexandria in her absence. This quaint, placid village, once home to a terrible secret, was where she would meet with her old companions and a gentleman who was yet unknown to her. And for the first time since darkness befell Gaia, Garnet felt a little less helpless, comforted with the knowledge that, come what may, she had personally taken a stand against whatever was harming their planet.
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Post by kefka on Mar 28, 2010 17:40:54 GMT -5
For every lush new world, for every green paradise, each one of them can be properly summarized by your typical cute little village. Oh, look at those pokey small houses! Coo at the bright, open fields and vibrant greenery! See the happy, hopeful townsfolk, so full of life and vigor, ready to take their destinies with their own hands! Just marvel at the peace and tranquility of it all! Even in a world ruled by darkness, innate light shines through the veil.
It was all so….droll.
Having emerged from his most recent scuffle flushed with victory and the scent of destruction, the last thing Kefka expected was to see himself in the vicinity of yet another small, happy little village. God, the sight was truly abhorrent. It wasn’t right for people to be so happy! What do they have to be happy about? They get to live out their lives fruitlessly toiling away in dull routines already done by those who came before them. All of their acts, their deeds, their thoughts and hopes, all of it were so disposable. The only use their lives had was as kindling.
Kefka took to the skies, floating above to survey what will probably be his next conquests. Places like these should never exist. They were an affront to his eyes and to the nature this whole pointless cycle people insisted in calling ‘life’. What is life if there is no meaning handed to it? No variation, no change from what has been done before? Such a thing was not worth living for and therefore must be consigned to the trash can of history. By the time he was done, all that will be left of this festering pile of wood and dreams will be scorch marks and a few sad memories.
Just as Kefka was about to summon a few fiery shards of rock and pummel the quaint little town into smithereens, he spotted a large, imposing figure in the distance. The person had next to him a positively humongous weapon that dwarfed even the giant who wielded it. Clearly, this was not a man to be trifled with and setting fire to what is undoubtedly an area of interest for him was not a good idea, even if Kefka’s mind welcomed the extra seed of chaos it would wrought. There had to be a modicum of sense. With a sigh, Kefka let the fires on his fingertips fade and floated of towards the figure, stopping above the warrior and surveying him suspiciously.
There was only word that could summarize the armored creature in front of him: brutal. The man’s entire demeanor was one of carnage and bloodshed. From his stance, coiled and ready like a snake about to spring forth and deliver death, to his entire appearance and the steely glare beneath his helmet, Kefka saw a man possessed with nothing more than the urge to fight, to plunge himself in the battlefield. He radiated an iron will and a violence that can twist his surroundings for the worse. This person was a warrior bred for the sights and smells of the battlefield.
Kefka was sure to find in him a worthy ally.
“If you’re here,” Kefka said to the behemoth, eyes glinting with opportunity. “Then that means a battle is imminent, yes?” Without waiting for a reply, Kefka let out a piercing laugh and spun around, pointing a finger at the puissant, soon-to-be-wiped-out little town. Arcs of energy formed around his fingertips, forming into a gleaming ball of fire. Without hesitation, Kefka threw the fireball into the air where it lazily arced across the air before smashing against a random house. The resulting explosion and carnage brought out another choir of laughter from the mad clown. Already, screams of terror pierced the sky as Kefka floated above once more, bringing together his magic into one cataclysmic ball of destruction. “Everything here ends with a bang!” He whispered to himself, his mad, staring eyes firmly fixed on the Ultima spell forming in his hands. “So why not go out with a smile?”
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Post by Larxene on Apr 3, 2010 11:15:01 GMT -5
Zidane has failed to post for 5 days.
The Dark has Gaia {FF9}!
Since Kuja, Garland, and Kefka have won, they are allowed an upgrade of one ability each or one modification to they're powers and will be notified. Requests are to be PMed to Vincent. Congrats! |
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