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Post by Larxene on Apr 3, 2010 17:26:34 GMT -5
The Blue Planet has been attacked by Darkness. Dark Being | Attacking: Kuja [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 Apr 9, 2010 12:18:22 GMT -5
A Light Group of One has Countered the Attack! Light Being | Defending: Golbez [Leader]
---- Posting Order: Kuja then Golbez---- If no winner has been decided by May 9, 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 akibameow on Apr 14, 2010 3:27:10 GMT -5
It was astonishing how such a foreign world could feel so familiar.
It was only proper to brace oneself for whatever differences one might find on their travels, whether it be alien flora or fauna, different-colored landscapes, foreign civilizations (or no civilization at all), and the ever-changing shape and biology of the dominant sentient races (if there even were any). Even physics could be wildly different, which more often than not rained on Kuja's gravity-defying parade, and the presence or absence of magic in the world was a key detail in whether or not the mage planned on sticking around. One had to be prepared for anything.
Kuja wasn't prepared for similarities.
It was a different world with a different air, though it was still a world of castles and airships, of magic and swords. The magic was a definite bonus -- the planet practically pulsed with it, making Kuja restless and eager to do a little spellcasting of his own. And though he was more than tempted to do a little... exploration, let's say, of the world's cities and fortresses, and survey their millitaries for himself, there was one little detail that caught his eye and left him completely speechless: the world's moons. Far above him in the deep midnight sky, they shone amongst the stars, two odd eyes peering down at the world from an endless black sea; two moons, one blue, one red.
For what seemed like hours, Kuja drifted over the lands, gaze flickering back and forth between the planet's moons. Comparing. Analyzing. Scrutinizing. Marvelling. Lost in nostalgia, he wondered if he had ended up on some alternate Gaia, or what Gaia might have looked like hundreds of years before his birth; it was like a primitive Gaia, one somewhere in the aftermath of Garland's failed attempt to fuse Terra with it, before the spawn of half-beasts and the cities they built. Before Mist, before Burmecia and its wars, before the Eidolons and the downfall of Alexander, before the rise of Alexandria, and before Garland declared war on an entire planet...was this how it would have looked?
If not for Garland, would Gaia look just like this?
It wouldn't have the same red moon. That beautiful scarlet globe that used to roam Gaia's skies, now and then eclipsed by or eclipsing Gaia's own, once served as a reminder of all the hopes and dreams of Terra's people. It reminded Kuja of his own purpose, inspired him to write his odes and strive to fulfill them: And while the moon still shines blue...
But Terra was gone, and with it, the red moon's crimson radiance. That vibrant hue stayed burned into Kuja's mind, existing only in his memory and the memories of the Gaians that lived and died beneath it; now, faced with the exact same red as before, Kuja could not help but stare. He wanted to get closer to it, carrying himself higher and higher on the breeze -- until on the horizon a great tower emerged, scraping the sky like a great arm reaching up to pluck the moons from the heavens. It should have dawned on him what a marvellous wonder he was looking at, that any civilization could have built something like this at all, but such thoughts were absent from his mind; the only thing that occurred to him was just how much closer he could get to that moon, were he to follow that tower to its top.
Kuja was ignorant to the role that the Tower of Babel played in shaping the history of this world. He was ignorant of the true nature of the red moon and the wars that came with it. Were he in the mood to educate himself on such matters, he might find it fascinating -- enlightening, even, that there was another world like his own, though it had never truly been his own, and the revelation might have left a mark on his being like no other. But here, basking in the radiance of a red moon once more, it was Kuja's bloodlust -- not his curiosity -- that demanded satiation.
"Peace is but a shadow of death, desperate to forget its painful past..." The verses rolled off his tongue with a lilt, as if Kuja could taste every word that left his mouth, and loved it. "Though we hope for promising years...After shedding a thousand tears, yesterday's sorrow constantly nears."
Black magic crackled at his fingertips, and he contemplated just how much it would take to bring every kingdom in the world to its knees.
"And while the moon still shines blue..."
Bathed in red, he realized he wanted all the world to be red with him. Every breathing thing would turn red with its own blood. He, alone, would turn the Blue Planet red, red, red.
"...By dawn, it will turn to scarlet hue!"
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Post by golbez on Apr 18, 2010 21:07:01 GMT -5
The Tower of Babel... a gleaming and glistening spike of ivbory and pearl stone built brick upon brick to connect the two worlds of this Blue Planet together, forever sealing them and intertwining them to each other. Across a yawning, seemingly bottomless pit, the tower stood high and reaching, up and up into the encompassing heavens. To reach the moon by climbing up the stairs of the tower... that was the dream of those who built it. And now, what was the edifice of mankind? Nothing but an antiquated doomsday weapon, used to summon the beast known as the Giant of Babel, and rid the world of life.
That was the Lunarian Zemus's scheme. To use the Sleeping Giant to obliterate mankind and create a utopia where the Lunarians would live, and with him as their ruler. Golbez had carried out his orders, had brought the Crystals to this place to awaken the beast. Merely another sin of his to blacken his soul with...
And now, here he was again, in front of this monument, this obelisk that tried to reach so earnestly for the skies. Was its ambition too grand for its reality? Golbez didn't know the answers to such quandaries. All he knew was that he was the defender of Lunaria, but this world was his home, as well. It was his to defend as much as it was his brother Cecil's. He always found the isolation of the Tower to be excellent for contemplation about his travels. Most noteably, his encounter with the monk, Tifa Lockhart. She was indeed a formidable fighter. But could she be used to ensure the balance between the worlds by herself? No, Golbez needed more soldiers, more Defenders of the Light to face this coming evil tide and beat it back, before everything was consumed by it.
It was then that he heard the voice coming from above. Near the Tower's peak. The voice sounded... lyrical, confident, arrogant. And spoke in measured and practiced verse.
What was more, the voice sounded strangely familiar to the Lunarian Sorcerer.
Enacting his own powers of levitation, Golbez stood up on his armored shodden boots and ascended the surface of the Tower rapidly, its outer walls becoming nothing but a blur as he passed over it on his rout to the top. He reached the summit just as he felt a magical pulse of black energy through the air, Dark magic, tainted magic. His sable cape billowing behind him in the cool night air, so very far from the world below, Golbez saw a being he saw only a few times before and had even fought alongside on a couple of occasions. Flowing silver hair adorned with a proud, regal plume... milky, ivory skin that rivalled the moon's pearlescence... billowing, lavender robes that seemed more for the effect of shock and awe than anything practical...
It was Kuja, the self-proclaimed Angel of Death.
Hiding within the shadows of a nearby spike, Golbez witnessed the misguided construct's drive to bring destruction upon his homeworld, his brother's homeworld. But why? What could this manniacal Genome ever desire with the obliteration of the Blue Planet? Despite his very young age, Golbez knew Kuja to possess a startling and tactical intellect surpassing even that of humans. So, what was the point of this?
After he spoke his little monologue, Golbez had decided that enough was enough. Stepping forward from the shadow, he said slowly, in his deep voice, "I think not."
Cape swirling around his great armored shoulders, Golbez walked even further out to the destructive creature floating near the tower's top. Nothing could be gained from looking into that blackened void that was his visor, for he hid his emotions well. Unlike Kuja, who, like the actor he seemed desined to be, wore his emotions upon his sleeve and acted upon them with every breath he took.
"You are in league with the forces of Darkness. You seek to destroy the Blue Planet and all who dwell upon it. My home, Kuja. This is one thing..."
He enacted his own formidable powers to bring his armored bulk floating up to Kuja's level, his gauntleted hands glowing with repressed power.
"...which I will not allow!"
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Post by akibameow on Apr 23, 2010 19:46:02 GMT -5
Kuja's failure to fulfill his purpose on Gaia had been a heavy blow to the Genome's ego. He had always seen himself as more than the soulless shells that littered Bran Bal, more than what Garland made him to be -- more than anyone else would ever be. Zidane would never be half of what his brother was. And Kuja thought himself more than an angel; in his own mind, he was a god. For a god to be so humbled by a cast of mere mortals...
It was something he simply could not accept. He had been robbed of the spotlight, and for no good reason: it was a fluke, a complete anomaly, a one-in-a-million outcome that severely needed a do-over, and he would simply have to recreate the scenario so that it ended in his favor. Nevermind that he had single-handedly swamped his own Gaia in darkness once more, that legions of Heartless had invaded the lands that thought they'd finally attained peace -- Zidane was nowhere to be found, and without him, Kuja was no closer to redeeming himself, as an Angel of Death or otherwise.
This would be his sandbox. This would be his empty stage, rehearsals for a much more grandiose display of power back in his home world; this is where he would rewrite the script, write Zidane right out of it, and regain his glory as the god he deserved to be. Everyone on Gaia would be calling him Lord King, the beloved Queen of Alexandria included. And should anyone oppose him...
"I think not."
Oh, there were always those willing to oppose him. He would enjoy crushing them, one by one. But this one was familiar; that chillingly deep voice, rough and eloquent at once, with all of the authority of divinity but none of the ego, had once haunted Darkness's domain with promises of allegiance and treasonous whispers both. If only his visage were a fraction as lovely,[/color] Kuja mused, eyes rolling before glancing sidelong towards the imposing set of armor. Already he was preparing for combat, challenging Kuja's very presence on the Blue Planet, proclaiming himself savior when he had played the role of villain so well before...
Hero, villain, traitor, saint, it did not matter. Golbez had sealed his fate the moment he stood in Kuja's way.
You must feel threatened,[/color] Kuja thought, and it tickled him enough that his face nearly split in two with a cheeky smile. He stretched out his hand as if in invitation, magic winking into physical existence in two, four, five orbs that glowed with white-hot flames; they circled him defensively as the mage rocked back, crossing his legs as if he were seated, like a king resting on his throne.
"I don't recall writing you a role in this tragedy," he crooned playfully, drawing the spheres together at his front. "But I suppose every court needs a jester."
A flick of his wrist, and the Holy orbs all launched at once to swarm the thaumaturge with fast, powerful strikes; Kuja did not expect Golbez to be easily defeated, so the Snatch Blow was more to serve as a diversion while Kuja flew upwards and into a better position to fight, but the quick-moving spheres had proved to be quite the hindrance -- indeed, the bane of foes in battles past.
"If you truly intend to oppose me, then I shall show you the comedy of your error!"
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Post by golbez on Apr 27, 2010 21:42:17 GMT -5
Indeed? Golbez thought in response to Kuja's confident reply. Because I have absolutely no intention of falling to the likes of you...
But enough introspection. He had a duty now, brought upon him by this insane Genome to defend his birthplanet, even if it wasn't accepted by him as his true home. What would Cecil think of this, him guarding this planet from the forces of Darkness led by this man, when not so long ago Golbez himself strode in the shadows under the direction of Chaos? The sorcerer did not know, but neither did it matter. He was here, and he would fight to defend this place from those who would destroy it.
As the five orbs of Light coalesced around Kuja and formed together, Golbez knew instinctively what attack would happen next. The Genome mage wouldn't come at him with a powerful attack right from the gate. He was clever, if a little overconfident, and would try to draw him out with little ploys designed to test and weary him before he would reveal his deadlier spells and abilities. That prospect alone was daunting enough.
But there was one asset that Golbez could take advantage of. Though the two didn't know each other long under Chaos's tenure, the Lunarian knew Kuja enough to understand that the theatrical mage was as narcissistic as he was powerful, with an ego to match his overbearing strength. Being the youngest of the warriors of Chaos, and therefore the most looked down upon for his "inexperience", Kuja was prone to take daring gambles and chances in order to prove that he was above such treatment. These often did not produce the best results in the end for him. Perhaps this hubris of his could be exploited further on in their little duel...
For now, Golbez had to keep alive. Kuja's attack pattern was usually set at medium range with those five glowing orbs of his, keeping his opponents at a distance while he flew swiftly around and pummeled them with his powerful arsenal of spells. But, if Golbez could get in close and fire off something of his own, he might have a chance to inflict damage on the young mage. The Snatch Blow was formed and moving, and Kuja was already floating upward to gain a better view of the battle.
But Golbez was already making his move, charging up a sphere of compressed energy, roiling with the thunderous strength of its aether origins, and set it floating ahead of him, and suddenly disappeared. The Blow sped right where he was not a second ago, hitting nothing but air, the ball of charged aether floating above, extremely slowly right for Kuja.
Behind the mage, Golbez reopened his Corridor of Darkness, then fired off a smaller, secondary globe, also deriving its source of power from the cosmos, right into the Genome's back. Even if he had dodged the Blow, smoke still wafted slightly from the front of his armor where the radiation of the light orbs made contact with it. It had almost been too close for comfort.
Now, the sorcerer just hoped that his Gravity Force would connect, the small globe shot at Kuja's exposed blind side would send him into the larger sphere of aether for a devastating strike...
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Post by akibameow on May 2, 2010 18:39:28 GMT -5
Kuja was at a distinct disadvantage here, and he realized that. Surely knew Golbez knew his world like the back of his hand; he'd know how to use the planet's magic far better than Kuja ever would, and with Kuja understanding so little about his once-ally's strategies in battle, the most the Genome could do was brace for the unexpected. He was a fast flyer, quick and agile enough to dodge almost anything that he saw coming his way -- so it was to Golbez's credit that the warlock thought to hit him with something he wouldn't see coming; Kuja's mistake wasn't underestimating Golbez so much as it was thinking too highly of his own abilities, and his overconfidence came at a high price.
With their target gone in a blink, the Holy spheres whisked past the aether attack and came to a lengthened halt mid-air before returning to Kuja like a flock of yo-yos. They did not return fast enough; with nothing to readily defend himself, Kuja was left completely vulnerable to the sneak attack from the rear, and he took the brunt of it without even being able to brace for the impact. An intensely painful burn streaked up his bare back and cut into his shoulder blades, forcing a startled cry from the Genome and sending him forwards and whirling like a bird shot out of the air; all he could give Golbez in return was a dirty look that promised he'd return the agony tenfold before he suddenly realized -- oh crud--!
He only had time to bury his head beneath his arms before he was engulfed in aether. It surged through his entire body, electrifying, burning, freezing, tearing him apart and sucking the air right out of his lungs; he pulled through it only by his own will, the Holy spheres summoned to shield him coming too little, too late, though in cradling him they at least slowed his fall enough to soften his landing. It took a long moment before he even had the sense to breathe, and even that brought pain, oxygen coming in a sharp knife down his throat that lit him up inside with pins and needles.
He wasn't humbled in the least.
"Not bad," he trilled, voice notably rigid with restraint. "Not bad at all! Try a little harder, and you might even manage to wound me." With the aftershocks of the attack still buzzing in his head, it was a lie to say he hadn't been wounded, but like he was going to let his enemy know that. And he certainly wasn't going to allow such a blunder to happen again; with an arcane gesture, white magic washed over him in a protective sphere, Reflect settling into invisibility after a brief flash of light. As Golbez was just as experienced with magic (if not more so) as Kuja was, he would surely recognize the spell, so Kuja wasn't expecting him to play the fool and jump right into such an obvious trap; however, forcing him to change his strategy would hopefully work in Kuja's favor.
As for offense.
"Of course," he took a step backwards, closer towards the tower's edge. "You're still a waste of my time. But a warrior as powerful as you ought to be remembered somehow. Shall I make a throne from your armor, once your soul has left it? Or shall I show you my love in some other way?"
Another step, and he could feel his heel dip at the plateau's end. Gone were any traces of pain on his expression; only arrogance shone from his features, though there was a dangerous glint in his eye that offset his playful smirk. The spheres that surrounded him suddenly stretched in size, peeling out from their centers into larger rings that keened with power; for a moment they revolved at Kuja's sides, as if waiting for his cue.
"I'd be willing to make a deal with you. But first,"
Opening his arms as if in welcome, he tipped back, submitting to gravity--
"Catch me."
And he fell.
Ring Holy came in three pairs, slowly moving, but clustered so as to block Golbez from giving chase right away; they cruised towards him almost leisurely, and were meant to follow him even if he dodged them at first. Another distraction, really -- one that could be seen as an insult, knowing how Kuja so loved to taunt his opponents, but the Genome had his reasons; in a free-fall like this, it would be much harder for anyone to keep up with him, and much harder to take him by surprise, as the last attack had.
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Post by golbez on May 7, 2010 21:04:13 GMT -5
Golbez floated away immediately after discharging his Gravity Force spell, and gave a small humph of satisfaction to see that it had worked beautifully. As he had expected, the Genome Angel was so preoccupied with his massive ego that he failed to sense that Golbez would attempt a counterattack as sudden as that, teleporting behind him in an instant and releasing damaging aether magic in order to reflect him back into a greater spell. He couldn't summon back his magical orbs in time, and was knocked straighht into the maelstrom with complete effectiveness. The look on the Genome's face as he was hurtled right into the roiling mass of destructive energy would have made another man at least chuckle. However, Golbez was already moving away, on the defensive for anything that Kuja might hurtle his way after recovering from the preliminary assault. Fortunately, his opponent seemed to be at least shaken enough to try a counterattack right afterwards, instead taking some time to gain his breath. He didn't seem to be damaged much, but the Lunarian never intended for the assault to cause lasting damage, just enough to shake the Genome's psyche a little, let him know that this will not be a simple encounter which his powerful magic can overcome so easily. He was matched against a competent mage of seemingly equal strength to his. This was sadly proven, however, when Kuja then activated a Reflect spell around himself. So, beneath all the haughty exterior was concealed some deadly cunning, after all. For a moment, the armored sorcerer was thinking that his supposed intelligence was nothing more than an act, as well... Using a buffer like the Reflect spell on him would basically render many of Golbez's more powerful spells useless, as they would be bounced back the instant they hit that protective magical barrier of his. Golbez didn't even try to respond to the Genome's taunting reply, about using his armor as a throne, a gesture of respect. He then tried a completely new tactic and fell off the tower edge, his orbs trailing behind as destructive rings. The Lunarian didn't budge as he saw Kuja make for the plateau's boundary. He knew that his opponent had the ability to fly, faster even than he. And with that Reflect spell in place, Golbez needed a change of tactics. But what? His conventional means would be rendered useless when put into contest with his Reflect spell... Unless, he tried a physical assault. But he couldn't possibly catch up with him in time to enact such a maneuver. The velocity that Kuja gathered freefalling would outmatch Golbez levitating downwards, and even if that wasn't an issue, those rings would be, because he would be didging and weaving every step of the way, leaving Kuja even more time to prepare another fiendish trap for him... But then, a crazy idea fluttered into Golbez's mind. It was dangerous, and who knew if he would have enough time to pull it off, but it would gurantee to catch up with Kuja, and throw him off-guard once again, hopefully... Being completely off the ledge himself, Golbez simply ceased his levitation powers and dropped off the other side of the tower. Gravity took hold the same instant that Golbez activated his Corridor of Darkness. It would be difficult, but all he needed was to travel to a spot below Kuja... Sure enough, less than a heartbeat later, Golbez materialized from the tower's wall on Kuja's side, directly below him. Allowing levitation to slow down his descent a little, Golbez enacted his second phase of his assault. The powers of gravity coalesced around his fingertips, and around everything that was near him. Including the tower itself, and he felt certain broken places where the stone was beginning to wear thin around it. Gaining a stronger hold on these weakened cracks, Golbez lifted his arms with a mighty heave, urging a section of the stone wall that sped alongside him to break free of its restraints and curl upward into the air, where they broke apart and started hurtling up at deadly speed, right where Kuja was falling into them. LATE POST - Larxene
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Post by Larxene on May 9, 2010 10:39:38 GMT -5
After Voting on the winner, we had chosen that the Light would have won this battle had the battle progressed faster.
The Light has captured Blue Planet!
Since Golbez has won, he is allowed an 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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