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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2010 19:34:12 GMT -5
The World That Never Was has been attacked by Darkness. Dark Group | Attacking: Maurelle [Leader] Valerius Ferser Silvia ----- The Light has ten days to get a team together to counter this attack or the Darkness 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 Darkness has won the world! Keep an eye out!
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Post by Larxene on Mar 16, 2010 9:52:29 GMT -5
A Neutral Group of five has Countered the Attack! Light Group | Defending: Xemnas [Leader] Axel Saïx Vexen Xaldin
---- Posting Order: Saix, Valerius, Vexen, Ferser, Xemnas, Maurelle, Axel, Silvia, then Xaldin.---- If no winner has been decided by April 16th, 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 atlas on Mar 17, 2010 14:20:23 GMT -5
They dare?
Nothing changes in the Dark City of the World That Never Was. Every street, every building, every piece of stone and rock of nothingness that created this empty world has been there since its creation. No one lives inside the structures littering the urban landscape. It did not evolve and never will. It was a gross parody of a living world, a dark shadow, a fallacy that should never exist but did. It was a fitting world for a Nobody to call home.
On top of Memory’s Skyscraper, Saïx could see the entire breadth of the world underneath his oppressive hood. It was a horrid mass of urban sprawl and crawling darkness, lawless in its chaos. There were no inhabitants to be seen but that was to be expected. A few Dusks ambled aimlessly without purpose unless given one by the Organization. The weak Shadows congregate in their numbers. Even with their vast numbers, they were of no threat to any member of the Organization nor were they of any interest. Shadows had no heart for them to harvest. In masses, they pose as nothing more than cannon fodder, barely worthy of clashing blades in combat. They were the only population in this dead city worth noting.
Saïx didn’t need immeasurable power. He didn’t need the vast hordes of the dregs of darkness under his beck and call. He had no use for the Superior’s reserves of power and strength. He was content to play the role of right-hand man which to Xemnas was just an important role as a mere underling. Arguing about rank and status was meaningless and childish in the Organization, much like trying to destroy the Realm of Light completely. As the World That Never Was sat so close to the Realm of Darkness, the Organization felt the crawling chaos of darkness far more acutely than any other beings save those made of darkness themselves. Even with the vast reservoir of raw power right at their doorstep, Saïx never felt the need to stoop so low and stain himself with a coat of darkness. The light of the moon would suffice.
But darkness has an annoying habit of perpetuating indefinitely.
It was only a matter of time until the Heartless made their move. After the arrogance displayed by Xemnas, the gauntlet has been thrown, a direct challenge to what the Heartless perceived to be their God-given right to rule over the worlds. How sad. Since then, the Organization has preferred to not involve themselves in this petty, wasteful war when so much more can be accomplished. But neutrality in a conflict was only a postponement and the tides of war will soon sweep those unwilling into the chaos of the battle. The Organization was no different.
But to attack their home world? Well, that was nothing short of foolishness.
A feral grin spread across Saïx’s lips at the thought of the upcoming battle. The arrogance of the Heartless was nothing short of staggering. Did they truly believe that everything would bow to them, that sheer force will just win the day? Did they see the Nobodies as nothing more than the dregs of people, as mere clods waiting to be washed away by history’s tide? The range of their imaginations was as limited as the Shadows are vast. They saw nothing but their own strength and the enemy’s weakness without considering the other way around. Their arrogance will be their downfall.
Saïx was prepared. Even without the light of the moon to guide his way, he was still willing to plunge himself into the thick and thin of battle. His hands clenched into fists in preparation. The Heartless were nothing more than malformed darkness given sentience. The Organization will soon crush that sentience.
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Valerius
Heartless/Nobody
The Harbinger
You? Kill me? I decline.
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Post by Valerius on Mar 17, 2010 18:34:11 GMT -5
[OOC :: Saix, your description just makes me drool. Kudos.]
Finally, they were going to do something really fun.
A grin tugged at Valerius' expression as he walked casually through the empty, darkened streets of the World that Never Was. The only thing that really lurked on this dark world were lesser heartless, and they were not about to bother someone like him - rather, quite the opposite. But for the moment, he was not communing with any of them, preferring to revel in the feeling that this place gave him...or well, as much feeling as he really could sense. What he knew was that the adrenaline was very clearly pumping through his veins, making his every extremity tingle in anticipation.
This was going to be quite fun indeed.
It seemed that his idleness, whether he had liked it or not, had finally paid off, sitting around Disney Castle with Maurelle with nothing but a small raid on her home world of Gradia to give him something else to do lately - and that world had fallen to the darkness without so much as a struggle, so it had been nothing but a bloodbath. Granted, that was nice at times, but what Valerius really sought after in life was a challenge, and when no one put up a fight....well, he was left with a disappointed feeling, and a sour taste in his mouth that he had not gotten even close to what he had really wanted.
But this time, this place...it was going to be different. There was absolutely no way that Organization XIII would simply stand back and allow anyone else, whether they be dark or light, to simply walk into the realm of the Nobody's and exhort their control on it. No, they were going to put up a fight - and it was going to be a good one, the heartless was pretty sure about that as well. It was only a matter of time before one of them showed up....they had to feel his presence by now, let alone the fact that Maurelle and Ferser were not far behind. Yes, others had come besides the confident swordsman, and he knew they would probably be necessary for total victory whether he wanted them to be or not. Well. Not that he minded Maurelle - far from it, really. But Ferser? That was a slightly different story. And they had brought a human along, too....well, he would see how long she lasted against these opponents.
As Valerius reached a large, open space surrounded by buildings, he felt a new presence that was clearly not another heartless. Amber eyes travelled upwards, towards the sky, to see a figure silhouetted by the moon. He did not have to see the other figure clearly to tell that it had a dark shroud on....that had to be one of them. The heartless ran a hand back through his orange hair in thought, smirking at his opponent so far away, and yet so close. Would this one be the first that would try to stop him? With an extra emphasis on 'try,' the man thought to himself. He glanced casually back over his shoulder for a moment, wondering where Mara and the others were, but was not overly concerned. As long as the female heartless was not in trouble, she could....
Wait, there he was thinking like that again, like he had been that day in the Timeless River. Valerius didn't have time to consider that attachment that he had developed somewhere along the line, though he found it difficult to pinpoint exactly when - but he did know now was not the time to think about it. What he had done, however, was promise her that he would stay alive a little bit longer, and he intended to keep that promise - at least for now. It was going to take something more than a cheap trick to bring the swordsman down....he would only succumb to someone that truly bested him, someone that honestly was a better fighter than he was. That was his driving ambition - to find the one person that might possibly best him someday.
So far, he had been incredibly unsuccessful.
Valerius let out a deep breath, his entire attitude showing a rather carefree, confident spirit as he summoned his weapon seemingly from nowhere - a long, narrow blade with abilities beyond its base appearance. He ran a finger along its edge for a moment, peering into the reflection of his own eyes in the shining depths, before allowing his gaze to return skyward toward the figure above him. "I don't have all day, you know!" he then called up to the figure, uncertain if his voice would actually reach the other man or not, but assuming that it would. Just to be sure, however, he twirled his weapon between his two hands in a showy manner for a few seconds before making a beckoning motion, nothing short of a smirk plastered across his features.
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Post by akimoggie on Mar 22, 2010 5:49:35 GMT -5
It was calling him back.
Both as a scientist, and now as Lord of Castle Oblivion, Vexen was used to interruptions. His work was of the slow and steady sort, requiring infinite patience, and it was just so unfortunate that the common people, the rude and unlearned, could not appreciate such care. It was the source of a great many headaches for him, his coworkers, and now for the unfortunate Riku Replica, but no matter how many times Vexen expressed his (rather, Even's) irritation at such interruptions -- or perhaps because of it -- interruptions were bound to occur. Meaningless things, inconsequential things, idiotic things -- more often than not it was something so wholly unimportant that it caused Vexen to suspect that such interruptions were done specifically to annoy him. If nothing else, he could simply ignore it in the name of scientific progress, and carry on as if it hadn't happened at all.
However.
This time was different. The interruption did not come as a startlingly loud voice, an unannounced portal of darkness, or the inexorable pull of the Superior's summons. Instead, it slipped into the scientist's consciousness almost unnoticed, like a phantom's whisper, and slowly grew louder until every fiber of his being (or nonbeing) was reverberating with it. Were he capable of worry, it was something vexing enough to worry about, but as it was, it was merely a distraction. In that regard, it was every bit as insolent an interruption as the rest, the difference being that he couldn't ignore it, so the sooner he took care of it the sooner he could go on with his plans.
Vexen was not expecting what he found when he returned to Never Was. The air reeked with the stench of darkness, prompting the scientist to bring his sleeve to his mouth and nose in faux disgust. He didn't need to be a genius to figure out what was going on -- he could sense the heavy weight of tension all around. He could observe the frenzied excitement of the lesser heartless, which gathered in greater numbers than usual. He could see Saix's cloaked figure atop Memory's Skyscraper, illuminated by the screen's synthetic glow. And, more worrisome, he could see a stranger amongst the shadows, weapon drawn.
He needed no explanation.
So it has come to this, has it?[/color]
It was all such a waste of time. The battle itself would be a waste of time. He had better things to do than to entertain the battlelust of cocky Heartless cretins, and he had complete faith that Xemnas alone could put an end to their tomfoolery. But if there was anything in the world that irked the scientist more than having his hard work interrupted, it was an audacious challenge to authority. And that's precisely what this was: an affront not only to the Organization, but to him personally -- and he would not stand for it.
"I cannot fathom how ignorant you must be to attack us here." With all the composure of a surgeon taking up his scalpel, Vexen called his shield into being, dipping slightly as its weight settled over his arm. "But if you must rush to your demise, so be it."
Not that he was going to make the first move or anything.
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Ferser
Heartless/Nobody
The Torturer
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Post by Ferser on Mar 22, 2010 15:47:50 GMT -5
It was time.
Finally time for another fight. God did he love a good fight. Fighting was pretty much what he took pleasure with in life. Nothing brought more pleasure to him than a good fight. Especially when he was the one who was victorious. Or when a lot of blood was spilled. Oh that was just the sweetest. Ferser was far from calm. Mainly due to this strange desire he had for pain and causing pain. It only really came over him once he became this Heartless creature. It was hard to believe that when he was human, Ferser was actually a very calm and quiet man. Now he was far from that. He didn't even know or remember that man he used to be. Nor did he want to. Because in Ferser's eyes...that man was just a weakling. And a weakling didn't deserve any sort of sympathy. Weaklings just had to be destroyed. Only the strongest could survive in life.
And thats what Ferser was going to do here. Exterminate all of the weaklings that were in this world. And then bring the darkness to this pathetic little world. Ferser was not fighting alone though. He knew that Maurelle and Valerius were going to be meeting him in this world. As well as Silvia. Ferse viewed them all as fair allies. Though he personally would have preferred to fight on his own. He knew that he could take them on pretty much. He didn't need help. Ferser was hot-headed and overconfident often. Sometimes it would get him into trouble. But he would just shrug it off. He was too proud to admit that he could ever make some sort of effort. He was strong. He was a fighter.
Right now he was more then ready to fight. As he entered the world, it looked like some sort of city. But he didn't notice any civilians wandering around. He knew that this was the world that Organization XIII resided in. Psh. A group of Noboies? They'd be able to take them down in a flash. At least that is what Ferser kept on telling himself. And he would of course believe that this thought was the correct one. However, the only way to know how it would happen would have to be with the battle. He was looking around for well...any sort of life. Any sort of life form that he could crush. And when the hell would the others show up? Well they didn't matter. He could start the battle up without them. And maybe even end it without them. Yeah that plan sounded pretty good. As he kept walking the first thing that he noticed was the recognizable figure of Valerius. And then some sort of man was walking up to him. Judging by the black cloak he was wearing he must be a member of the Organization. Ferser walked up just as the man with the shield was finishing his statement to Ferser. And this just made him laugh. How amusing.
"We won't be falling to our demise any time soon." Ferser said as he walked in on the scene. "If anyone will be, its going to be you and your little friends." He added with a smirk on his face. He moved to stand beside Valerius, though he kept a fair distance between the two of them. He didn't bother greeting Valerius. He could see him, and that was enough of a greeting. He drew his sword first, getting ready for the fight. Was it just going to be this guy? How boring. Him and Valerius could take him down in a second. But then when Ferser looked up, he noticed a man at the top of the building? What was he doing? Just watching the action. What a fool! He should come down and fight. At least the other man was brave enough to come down and at least try to put up a fight. This angered Ferser a bit. blowing his short fuse.
"Hey why don't you come down and fight!" Ferser yelled up to him.
{Hope this was alright guys. This was my first time posting with this guy.}
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Post by superiortoyou on Mar 26, 2010 1:34:58 GMT -5
The audacity was palpable.
The nothings of Organization XIII had done nothing, had not yet even taken part in the war. Treaties had been made, but such a thing would not be common knowledge, for not even the light felt comfortable to speak of their unwanted allies. The Organization had been accepted only out of need, and Xemnas held no delusion about what would happen after that necessity no longer existed. The Superior failed to recognize a point in pondering on such things, especially when the Organization was presented with its first true challenge.
A challenge that Organization XIII was undeserving of.
The call to arms was minor, for the Superior believed that he would have to take measures to ensure that the Heartless did not underestimate their empty counter-parts again, for the mistake would be much more fatal a second time. Only a small group of the Organization would face the assault, and though the numbers in the group were counted among the Order of Thirteen's most powerful that would not go against their image. The Heartless did not understand them as individuals, only as empty beings that had no place in the scheme of things.
The Superior's kind was not meant to exist, but he had carved a place for those without hearts, and he would not surrender it to mere darklings, however powerful they claimed to be.
It took but a fraction of a second to send the calling, a beacon that would draw those he wished to him and the place where battle would be done. The Superior had long expected such an assault, but the length of time that had followed the prediction left Xemnas with disappointment, or as close to it as a being composed of nothing could come. To defend an assault on The World That Never Was would drastically increase the Organization's disposition with the light, would concrete their alliances. There was little that could a common bond as powerfully as the blood of a mutual enemy.
Sienna eyes swept the field that would soon explode into combat, a chaotic melee that would reek destruction upon the surroundings. Such a thing mattered little, for one could no mourn damage done in a world that was never truly meant to exist. Already the pieces had begun to set themselves on the board, though not all of them had appeared. Combat was sure to ensue, for the tension between the present pawns, and the lack of comrades was not sure to prevent blades from being drawn.
The Chilly Academic's voice shot through the silence, though it was quickly met with arrogance. The Superior chose that time to reveal his presence, floating down from the high ground that he had used to observe the gathering. The Heartless would not be intimidated by their betters, and so that left only one option; overwhelming defeat. Such a thing was the goal that the Superior wished to achieve; to show that bringing arms against the nothings would result only in humility, a lesson that the Heartless desperately needed.
"Perhaps it is not oblivion that will come, but fall you will."
His words rung with confidence and authority, making it clear that the non-being who had come before them was the leader, the Superior. The Order of Thirteen did not take the challenge against them lightly, and Xemnas had come to put that in a way the Heartless would understand.
They would respond only to violence, regardless of all the intelligence that these Horsemen claimed to possess.
Xemnas recognized that this was nothing more, or less, than a battle, and that pleasantries held no true place in this situation. The Superior was not one to lead how others expected his, however. And so he did the one thing that would not be expected; he raised his arms invitingly and greeted his enemy.
"Welcome to this world of nothing, a place that should hold little interest for your kind. I suspect that you are not here for something that never was, but for the shells that reside in it."
The Superior's arms fell to his side, his powerful gaze looking to all of those that had come to oppose his order, and thus himself.
"I would commend your bravery to face us, but I believe that you have stroked your own egos more than enough. We will wound your bloated pride, for you will learn this night that disgrace easily finds those riddled with fallacies, such as you."
The first Ethereal Blade appeared in Xemnas' hand, the second following within only a second.
"How strong will your resolve remain in the face of defeat?"
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Post by Maurelle on Mar 26, 2010 13:18:35 GMT -5
"Simply violence? Oh, it's quite the contrary, Xemnas. We enjoy violence, but it's the challenge that keeps up running."Maurelle chuckled into her hand as she exited the portal she had stepped through. Within moments, she was standing between Ferser and Valerius, but closer to Val. She was extremely amused by the Superior's words as he spoke. Boy, he talked a lot of meaningless non-sense. When Xemnas finished his speech, Maurelle applauded. "Congratulations, You managed to bore us to death. Now, if you don't mind we'd like to claim this world before lunch. We have other plans for the day that don't include any nobodies from your Organization." Maurelle was highly amused, taking on Gradia in such short amount of time, it was priceless. The look on the Prince's face when they took over the kingdom and de-throned him. Hopefully the poor man doesn't die, the heartless would prefer the man live on with the fear and scars they left him. The heartless inhaled the smell of the world. Oh, this was going to be a perfect place to add to their collect. The place reeked of darkness. Sadly, the smell of the Nobodies was ruining her moment. It would seem they needed to be put in their place. "If you really wanted to keep your lands, then you should have joined our side in this war. Heh, you nobodies are pathetic. Why don't you go back and hide in your Castle. That's all you've done so far, just continue doing it and keep out of the way. You might live longer." Maurelle concluded as she summoned her whip into her right hand and cracked it on the ground in front of her. The noise echoed and Maurelle chuckled again. It was amusing how quiet everything had gotten except for the idol chat. "Or.... you can get down here and fight us. Either way. Though, words won't save you here." This is when Maurelle glanced over toward Valerius. She knew he was anticipating every ounce of this fight. She also felt she should apologize for the lack of a fight in Gradia. But, she didn't bother. "You ready for this, Valerius? I think this is going to be a little more enjoyable then Gradia. Oh, and as for the human, she is Stroud's drone. I'll be happy if she dies in the battle. That will give us one less person to deal with." Now, Maurelle turned her attention back to the line of Nobodies that was growing. She was sure a few more would attend, but it wasn't going to be the whole group. She had a theory that some were hiding and others were keeping an eye on the Castle incase this was a distraction. The heartless weren't known for playing fair. ------ [ Outfit - Yes, Maurelle is constantly changing outfits. So, this is the pretty one she chose for the battle. Couldn't wear a dress! It might get dirty!]
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Post by axie on Mar 31, 2010 4:47:31 GMT -5
It was only a matter of time before the Heartless brought the battle to one of the empty castles under Xemnas’s command. Wasn’t it always? Time ticking away, second by ponderous second, right below their dangling feet and the sunset’s bloody glow. The light had already waged their war against the Nobodies, so it was the darkness’s turn.
At the center of the usual internal tug-of-war—if more draining than usual, probably from Xemnas’s gloom and doom encroaching on all sides—Axel had nothing to fight for.
How appropriate was that?
It was almost funny (not really in the giggly way, more like a wry kind of cynicism) to think that he’d spent nearly an entire decade with the Organization just to form absolutely no attachment to it as a whole. Even Saïx, who used to matter so much, had transformed into someone Axel barely recognized. And yet this wasn’t even the kind of thing he’d think about before he met Roxas and Xion—before Sora, honestly. It was too human, and with the loss of his heart the severance from humanity had been chillingly complete. He could only see that in himself after spending that much time—ticking away just below—with two half-people very different from himself.
Compared to that, the Grey Area was too cold, and Axel couldn’t keep ignoring the summons. It wasn’t going to be an easy battle. It came with risks, and dying for nothing was not on his to-do list. But if the Organization won, or if Xemnas didn’t die, that would mean punishment, and that would mean dying because he wouldn’t put his life (or whatever it was) on the line for nothing—i.e., damned if he did, ultra-damned if he didn’t.
“This ain’t exactly what I meant by dirty work,” he griped at thin air before calling a portal to join the cavalry.
Saïx was there, of course, barely visible from Axel’s chosen position at the Skyscraper’s stairs and close to the moon’s empty hole in the sky—Xemnas, obviously, as Axel was just in time for his welcoming tirade—crap Vexen was here too, there’s someone unlikely to keep his ice spells to himself—and the Heartless so far were a somewhat mismatched group of three. The woman who seemed to be their leader talked back to Xemnas with a sarcastic disregard that Axel might have envied if he didn’t know that she couldn’t be turned into a Dusk, or that she was about to get those words shoved back in her mouth by no less than four different weapons.
"If you really wanted to keep your lands, then you should have joined our side in this war. Heh, you nobodies are pathetic. Why don't you go back and hide in your Castle. That's all you've done so far, just continue doing it and keep out of the way. You might live longer."
They were fighting words, designed to incite people who couldn’t be incited. Axel could shrug them off. Nothings. Meaningless.
Or.
If he wanted to, he could twist them around in his head. Lie to himself, for a change. He could make them suggest something the Heartless really hadn’t meant, stoke the pseudo-anger until it was cold and hard—because the last thing he’d do was sit by and let something happen to the ones he cared about. After all, these people were an enemy of Sora’s, and an enemy of Sora’s was an enemy of Roxas’s—and those people didn’t last on Axel’s watch.
“Surrender, and disappoint you~?” he called smoothly with a thoughtlessly graceful gesture that seemed to indicate capitulation. “And I thought you wanted a challenge. Here’s a thought, why don’t we surrender and then fight you anyway? See if we can’t go for the maximum letdown.” His words rang out airy and careless, but the smirk that lit up his face was anything but friendly. “Cuz at the end of the day, you guys are just hearts. And it’d just be sad as hell if we broke you, but—we wouldn’t know it. See, you chuckleheads can dig all you want, but here’s the thing.”
Like flipping a switch, his tone took on something darker, eyes turning to alien embers that threatened to scald and aura crackling with the ire of a dragon stirred awake. “You can’t scare us. Or rile us. Or break us. You’ve got no control. And when we get done with you, you might as well join the club. Cuz there’ll be nothin’ left.”
The moment passed and amusement flickered to life in his eye again. “So my question to you is…”
SNAP—and four Assassins exploded into being at his sides, defying gravity in slightly out of sync hops into lazily curling spheres.
“Have you got that—” Fire scorched the air at Axel’s fingertips and resolved into familiar weight and metal spikes.
“—memorized?”
That was the signal for all four Assassins to dive into the asphalt, knifing at the Heartless’s supposed leader with punishing strikes as Axel loosed both chakrams like fiery frisbees, aiming so they’d arc after reaching her position so if she dodged they were likely to hit one of the others.
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Silv
Heartless/Nobody
[M:150]
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Post by Silv on Apr 1, 2010 12:36:29 GMT -5
Nothingness.
Emptiness.
Silv moved through the Emptiness as the Emptiness stretched out to the world known as The World That Never Was. A world of nothingness and where creatures called ‘Nobodies’ existed. It seemed so ridiculous to her. There seemed to be little difference between Organization members and other humans, but perhaps they were like her, fallen to Nothingness. Only she was swallowed by the Emptiness. And the other creatures that were also named Nobodies were perhaps the same as the Empty. And also the Heartless were perhaps such creatures. They all had similarities. As such the boy on the Island she had raided had called her creatures ‘Heartless’.
Similar to herself and the Organization... Are those ‘Horsemen’ simply fallen humans? Silv grinned at the idea as she moved through a wall within the darkness. On The World That Never Was a wall of a building started to glow green as Silv started to take form through the wall and stepped onto the dark streets. The first thing she noticed as she looked up was a Nobody atop a skycraper. She couldn’t see very well who it was due to the darkness and the distance, but ignored the person for the moment as she concentrated to the others there.
Lesser creatures had also appeared, but her attention was more set on the dark cloaked people of the Organization. She was not able to distinguish the lesser Heartless from the lesser Nobodies, so she wasn’t sure if the creatures that were there were Heartless or Nobodies. Anything that would stand in her way would be cut down, so she didn’t bother that much. There seemed to be more a fight with words than actions. “Don’t tell me I ended up in the wrong place,” she said annoyed and it was more directed to the Horsemen. She did see one of the Nobodies attack with lesser creatures at Maurelle, but didn’t bother to help her, knowing she would be able to handle that much by herself.
Instead she swung her axe onto her back, in the path of the axe came green swirls that created two Wanderers. Two Empty that could fly. The two flew then up and at the man on the skycraper. She, herself, crouched her legs and then shot up after her two Empty upwards, but she would never reach the top with a single jump, so instead she stored some of the Emptiness into her axe as she swung it from her back again. “Vanity Strike!” The swing shot out a green stripe through the air upwards that would cut and stun anything struck by it.
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Post by hakuro on Apr 2, 2010 20:59:09 GMT -5
A portal ripped open on one of the buildings left of the sky scraper. From it, a tall, broad chested man came out, dressed in the black Organization XIII cloak. He kept his hood down, to have a better view of the area by Memory's Skyscraper. Violet-Blue eyes stared down, seeing dark beings arrive, along with members of the Organization. Xemnas began his welcoming speech, mocking the Heartless and their attempt to raid this world. If Xaldin had a heart, he would probably laugh at the attempt, even if it was against the 'Horsemen' Heartless. Had they not known what the Organization was capable of?
Xaldin smirked, jumping off the building to the ground. He flipped in the air once and began to slow his fall through the manipulation of the wind below his feet. The wind wisped together, forming a kind of invisible platform for Number III to 'stand' upon.
"So... You believe yourselves capable of victory here...." The Lancer stated, pausing for a brief moment. He brought his hands forward, crossing them with one another. Six twisters formed, with violet-blue lightning cracking inside each twister. He brought his arms to the side, causing the twisters to disperse to reveal six, identical lances. The lances floated in mid air, as if each were possessed by some ghost. In a matter of a few short seconds, they flew up high into the air, like missiles, to only come back down, with three lances to be caught gracefully in the Lancer's hands. The other three lances dangled in front, connected to the Lancer by the very air that each person here breathed.
The Lancer continued his speech, stating, "You are wrong! Your pathetic excuse of an assault shall only be met by the winds of humiliation and defeat! Now, beware the winds of despair!"
Upon finishing his speech, Xaldin began to move about the area, by means of high speed movement. He appeared behind Valerius and Ferser, sending all of his Lances out straightly to stab either one or both Heartless. He would not let the Heartless gain the upper hand at all, from beginning to end.
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Post by atlas on Apr 5, 2010 21:04:56 GMT -5
How wearisome. Too many tasks left to do, too many things to put back in order and these interruptions are not helping.
Saïx watched from afar, bringing up to his mind the profile of each combatant who entered the battlefield. His mind, unburdened with emotion and worry, was abuzz with action as his eyes took in the Heartless who dared to proclaim themselves conquerors as well as the colleagues who would come to rightfully contest that claim. He had not stayed idle in the Castle in the interim since this pointless war broke out. He had been busy, watching the worlds, sending out the Dusks to achieve something useful for once. These Horsemen accuse the Organization of laziness yet this was but only their second foray into battle, the first being a laughably easy conquest on some inconsequential world. And now, shirking from a fight with the denizens of light, instead they target what they perceive to be weak prey.
The hypocrisy of the Heartless was staggering. It was almost pathetic how their innate cowardliness chooses to manifest itself. For all their pretensions of power, they were nothing more than mere manifestations of humanity’s most despicable emotions, malformed into something sickly and pitiable. They were as false as the Nobodies they seek to destroy, the one difference being they hide their innate emptiness behind claims of godhood. They were nothing more than cowards.
Pests.
From a far wall, a woman emerged through a portal. Saïx’s eyes lit up from underneath his hood, recognizing the new participant. Silvia Anna Julia Sannerou, a name that could only come from sheer arrogance. She certainly showed enough in the coliseum. The right blend of human haughtiness and lust for power that would compel anyone to side with the Heartless. A malignant form of darkness had latched on to her, something not entirely dissimilar from Nothingness. This woman was an even smaller nuisance than the Horsemen, being nothing more than just another disposable pawn for theirs to throw away. Saïx would oblige them and dispose of her himself.
The woman had summoned two flying creatures to her side as she began her ascent of the skyscraper. She herself joined them in the air by jumping though it was not enough to ascend the full height of the skyscraper. Instead, she wielded at an axe and, after shouting a command, shot an energy strike at Saïx. As a rebuttal, Saïx merely stepped back from the edge of the skyscraper and, with a click of his fingers, summoned a Berserker in front of him. The Berserker smashed against the Vanity Strike and was thrown into the air.
He had no time for this. The Organization had more pressing matters to deal with than a few dregs of darkness with delusions of grandeur. This invasion must be dealt with as swiftly and painlessly as possible and then regular operations can resume. With a lazy wave of his hand, Saïx summoned two more Berserkers who proceeded to jump on the two flying creatures, pinning them with their heavy hammers. Another wave and Lunatic emerged from blue fire within his grasp, ready for battle. Saïx stepped on to the edge of Memory’s Skyscraper once more and, with barely a glance, fell towards Silvia, claymore in front of him, ready to destroy the enemies of the Organization.
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Valerius
Heartless/Nobody
The Harbinger
You? Kill me? I decline.
Posts: 46
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Post by Valerius on Apr 6, 2010 2:51:25 GMT -5
So much talking - and Valerius didn't care about a word of it, even what was coming from his fellow Heartless. When was everyone going to just shut up and get on with the fight that they had all so obviously gathered here for?
Valerius only heard about half of all the arrogant words being spat at him by the Nobodies, as well as the reply of Maurelle. He knew that she knew that he wanted to fight, and he caught the look in her eyes that told him just as much. And she had her weapon at the ready as well - this was certainly going to be entertaining at least. And then Ferser had to go and show up....well, admittedly there were a lot of Nobodies appearing, and even if the orange-haired heartless did not care for Ferser a lot, he was willing to admit that his fellow heartless was powerful, so perhaps that was not a total loss that he had arrived. As for the random human that saw herself as aligned with the darkness? Well, she could always serve as a distraction or...something until Valerius could get to the target himself. Yes, he could make use of these others, he supposed...
And then an attack from behind came, from one of the Nobodies with long, dark dreadlocks. How foolish to think that such a simple attack was going to hit someone like Valerius.
A wide grin spread across the heartless' face as he easily dove to the side, letting the lance attack slide past him, missing his face by millimetres - but that was all part of the thrill! "Missed me!" he then called out with a laugh, his slightly childish nature at times momentarily rearing its head as he lost control of himself for a bit, the excitement of the impending battle and the rush of adrenaline he received by being attacked taking over his body and mind. But now, it was his turn.
Valerius ran a finger along the blood-red blade in his hand as he smirked, turning his gaze on one Nobody in particular whose words had penetrated his mind, one who seemed to exert a certain level of confidence and arrogance that the heartless wanted to cross blades with - a Nobody with fiery, spikey orange hair who had decided to attack Maurelle. That was another thing the Nobody had done wrong in Valerius' eyes - his attack had been aimed at the one other creature that Valerius had grown some form of twisted attachment to, the one other being in the universe that he was willing to perhaps even destroy himself to protect. This man - if he could even call him that - would be his first opponent.
It was time to get serious.
With that thought, Valerius' appearance swiftly changed, his once orange hair turning snow white, along with the rest of his clothing and even his skin, and his amber eyes blazed red, the same colour as the blade of his katana. He had power over appearance, and being in this form always made him feel more ready for a fight - and it showed that he was truly past being human, something that he revelled in. And with that, he skirted towards the ginger Nobody at a quick speed, bringing his sword in for a flurry of small, quick, pinpointed attacks, hoping that at least a few would land past the Nobody's chakrams to reach the soft flesh beneath that gaudy black cloak.
"Let's see if you're just all talk!"
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Post by akimoggie on Apr 7, 2010 5:54:18 GMT -5
More worthless Heartless dared to show their faces. More meaningless words were exchanged, the self-absorbed creatures of emotion spewing mindless banter that bled arrogance and stroked their own over-inflated egos; it was a disgusting, warped display of support for each other, as if they could not function without fellating their own narcissism to the point of intoxication. Pointless bluffs padded with big words and bigger stupidity, and a complete disregard for the Nobodies that stood to oppose them: it could only be called disrespect, and had he a heart, Vexen would loathe it with all his being. But Vexen was thankful: in spite of all the psychological anguish that came with lacking a heart, he found solace in the fact that he wasn't as utterly primal as these animals. Nonexistence was preferable to an existence without logic or reason.
The Superior's presence rocked the battlefield with the soul-wrenching thrum of pure power, drawing Vexen's attention away from the barking dogs that defiled the city's streets with their stench. His voice, ever the cold and commanding sound of reason, patiently spelled out the dogs' inevitable defeat, painting a perfect picture of the scene that was to come: Nothing could not be defeated, could not be erased, and would not be claimed by beings of substance -- let alone such pitiable beings as the Heartless.
"Congratulations, you managed to bore us to death."
Acid eyes rolled and turned a caustic glare on the third Heartless in the pack, only sparing a quick once-over to assess the newly-presented target. Her incomprehensibly idiotic display of hauteur was reminiscent of a certain spitfire Nymph in the Organization's ranks, but where even XII could be taught obedience, this shrew made it clear that nothing short of complete annihilation would rid her of her hubris. Predictable response, Larxene would sneer, and it was only by means of emotionless self-restraint that the Academic did not echo those very words. It was to be expected that Superior's warning would fall on deaf ears, as would any words spoken to a herd of dumb beasts; however, the Superior's speech was not meant for the Heartless alone. It was a rallying call to all Nobodies -- an order issued directly by the king, to all of his subjects: Never Was would never fall.
Rally, they did.
"Surrender, and disappoint you~?"
Vexen reacted to Axel's entrance far more noticeably than he did any of the Heartless', flinching as if the Flurry was the one true threat on the battlefield, but he was quick to cover it up with a contemptuous scowl. The Organization's dog had finally arrived, and so good of you to join us, Axel, perhaps now they could actually toss the pen to pick up the sword. But where the Superior used his voice to control, Axel used his voice to incite: he eschewed bombast in favor of cutting where it would hurt the most, never losing an ounce of wit in doing so, and struck a chord that strengthened the spirits of his allies.
Axel was the wind that caused the flames to dance. With a snap that only hinted at the Flurry's power -- power that Vexen himself knew intimately -- the flames erupted into assassins and chakrams that chased the Heartless strumpet and thus sparked a full-on skirmish. Things suddenly began to move at lightspeed; some wholly unremarkable woman -- not one of us, Vexen determined with a quick glance -- flew out of nowhere to viciously attack the air, perhaps taking the concept of attacking nothing a tad literally. Ultimately, she was no threat at all, and if Saix did not dispose of her in a matter of seconds, Vexen would have no choice but to recommend a few demerits on the Diviner's spotless record. Meanwhile, the voice of the Whirlwind Lancer knifed through the battlefield, as did his lances, and it was a very near-miss that kept the one Heartless from having his cranium properly skewered.
In the chaos, Vexen's sights were drawn to the closest and flashiest enemy. It was impossible to miss a blindingly white foe amidst the drab blacks and blues of the cityscape, and whether it was intended as a taunt or purely out of overconfidence, it worked in the Nobodies' favor that he would offer a bigger target area to attack. He went after Axel with wicked-fast jabs, trying to best the Flurry's speed and agility -- another idiotic move -- and so focused was he on the redhead that it made for a perfect attempt at a sneak-attack from behind.
"Away you go!" And with a pirouette towards the embroiled pair, Vexen brought his shield down in a strike not against flesh but against the ground, sending bolts of ice through the earth that resurfaced in bursts beneath Valerius. Subtle incantations weaved a trap of ice needles all around the Heartless, the largest spikes jutting up between him and Axel, angled towards him threateningly; it was less an attack than it was a hurdle for him and a shield for Axel, intended to give him a little more wriggle-room -- and to call Valerius's attention to the Academic instead of the Flurry.
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Ferser
Heartless/Nobody
The Torturer
Posts: 9
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Post by Ferser on Apr 10, 2010 0:06:33 GMT -5
Ferser was growing impatient. All of this introduction nonsense was taking far too long. He didn't come here to get to know everyone and become all buddy buddy with them. He was here for a fight. And not only the fight, but a victory. The Heartless were going to be successful. Despite the fact that the Heartless all seemed to fight in different ways, they all shared one same view on the battle. Confidence. They all seemed to just be bursting with confidence, especially Ferser. Thought that was no surprise. He was always overconfident, and giving himself one too many pats on the back. Which really didn't do anything but feed his ego even more. He knew that his comrades all seemed to share that view. Some seemed to think that overconfidence in battle wouldn't be helpful at all. Though that thought never crossed the mind of this heartless.
He looked over to Valerius, sensing the clear distaste coming off from him. Ferser was tempted to just roll his eyes, but he ignored it. He really didn't give a damn about people liking him or not. That was the least of his concernss. Ferser didn't care about anything but himself. If any of his comrades got hurt or died in this battle, it just showed that they were weak. And he didn't want to associate with the weaklings. He listened as all of the Nobodies made their appearances, each boasting words that just made Ferser annoyed. He didn't want to listen to these Nobodies blab all day. How boring would that be. He was ready to fight. He was wondering if he should just come out with an attack already. Though he figure'd that he would wait. To see who else was going to come to this little battle. Especially what Nobodies were going to come and defend this world.
Ferser studied the group, attempting to pick out which one was the leader. At first he thought that it was the guy with the blue hair, who had been on top of the building when they first came to this world. But as he sort of listened to all of them blab, the one with the long white hair seemed to show the most leader qualities. Maybe due to the fact that he talked the most. Though that red-haired guy talked a lot as well. Ferser wasn't even sure why he was spending this much time studying them all. They were all going to be crushed in the end. Ferser then focused on the man with the dreadlocks. He said something, that Ferser didn't bother listening to and then he started to run toward him and Valerius. Valerius managed to dodge it, but Ferser on the other hand got hit. Almost like he wasn't trying to dodge the attack.
He clutched where he was stabbed, feeling the pain. However, he actually started to chuckle at this. His small chuckle got louder and louder, until he focused his attention on Xaldin, with that sick grin on his face. "You call that an attack? I hardly felt any pain. Not enough for me to embrace." Ferser said. He actually enjoyed pain, whether it be him being in pain, or him causing pain to others. He did prefer the latter, but either was fine in his book. He was far from a sane man, his only obsession being pain. Ferser noticed Valerius ran off to go and fight one of the other Nobodies, so that left him and this guy alone. One on one was always the best way to fight. Ferser drew out his sword, that sick grin still being on his face. "Either give me a real fight..." He began while tightening his grip on his sword. "Or surrender now!" He finished loudly. He ran toward Xaldin, aiming a hard strike with that sword of his, followed by a series of other strikes, though they weren't as powerful as the first. Ferser was out for blood, and he aimed for various parts of the body with these swings of his sword. He moved quick and swiftly, only focusing on causing pain to this Nobody. He was certainly a sick man indeed.
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