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Post by Larxene on May 7, 2010 11:27:11 GMT -5
Neverland 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 May 10, 2010 11:52:12 GMT -5
A Light Group of Two has Countered the Attack! Light Group | Defending: Vincent Valentine [Leader] Kaze
---- Posting Order: Kaze, Kefka, then Vincent.---- If no winner has been decided by June 10, 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 roen on May 11, 2010 17:51:15 GMT -5
So this is Never Land. Kaze sighed as he walked out onto the deck of a rather large ship, his hand resting on the hilt of his gun. A cool breeze hit his face as his eyes scanned the area. Why'd he sign up to help that person, named Vincent, defend this world? Maybe it was because darkness taking over reminded of the destruction of his original worlds before he ended up in Wonderland? Whatever the reason, Kaze honestly didn't know.
He was here now, so that's all that really mattered at the moment. He slowly walked along the deck, his cold blue eyes continuing to scan the place. He was keeping an eye out for the leader of their group of two, Vincent Valentine. He was supposed to be a gunman, just like him. This would certainly be an interesting fight, two gunman versus one powerful magician.
Every so often, his eyes would look down to the Magun. Some of the moonlight reflected off of it, making it seem like it was glowing silver. Most likely it would be useless in this fight. He never could use it on command anyways. It would always activate when a battle got dangerous, usually when those twins were around him.
His feet make dull thudding noises with every step that he took. Occasionally one of the boards of wood would make a squeaking noise, whenever he stepped on it. The noise was annoying to say the least.It made him cringe whenever he heard it. Whoever owned this ship definitely needs better floor boards. This noise could reveal him to the enemy almost instantly.
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Post by kefka on May 15, 2010 19:55:02 GMT -5
Life?
What was life? What defined ‘life’? What creates life? What was the meaning to life? What was the point?
So many different ways to phrase one pointless question. Endless permutations to a mystery that’s best left unanswered. And why not? Is there a reason for wanting reason in living? Do the sand, strange people of the worlds need to justify their own gloriously pointless existence? Do they think they deserved such answers? Do they believe they have such a lofty place in human history? They believe themselves gods of their own land when they are nothing more than insects barely worthy of scraping off your boot.
For why did life exist? It existed because the world was so messed up, it had to share its misery with lower life forms. Existence was a twisted farce of endless pain, a cycle of grief that never ends for anyone, only with inevitable death. It was a truth that was as obvious as night coming after day yet why do they not see it? Why cling to blatant lies like ‘hope’ and goodness?’ They call him childish for going on a temper tantrum when they are the ones refusing to grow up! They run, hide and moan about life’s hardships because they can’t accept that life was designed to screw them over when they took their first breath. The sooner they accept their lot in life, the sooner all the pain will go away.
Wasn’t that his goal? Returning all life back to zero, creating a clean slate, destroying this feeble, flawed reality. Wasn’t it a noble goal? So why do they want so bad to stop him?
Kefka had no need for a preamble today. No dramatic entrance, no explosive entry, just himself floating in front of the latest Corpse-to-Be, feet touching air not wood. “Let’s cut to the chase, shall we?” He started drolly, looking at his fingernails. A slight sheen of magic began to cover the fingers as Kefka stared, that usual mad glint in his eyes growing larger and larger. “You, young vagabond, think you can stop me from utterly annihilating this world. Better idiots than you have tried and found themselves dead at my feet. What makes you so special?”
Kefka floated higher, legs crossed, looking down on his prey. Why did they bother? All this fighting, all this pettiness, why? Why can’t they just bend over and accept the inevitable? Everything dies. Everything ends. There is no light at the end of the tunnel, no pot of gold beyond the cascading rainbow. All there is out there is a yawning heap of nothing. Kefka traced a triangle in the air and Trine manifested in front of the gunman. A dose of Blind from the left, a heap of Silence from the right and, the coup de grace, a dash of Poison coming from behind!
There was nothing worth fighting for and Kefka was here to see that this dog learn that basic fact.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on May 18, 2010 10:03:11 GMT -5
Which was more beneficial, to preserve, or to annihilate?
In the grand scheme of existence, perhaps it was necessary for both, to create a balance for life to persevere. The very essence of existence itself, in which was needed both to create and destroy. But to destroy life itself? To desolate what had given them meaning and motivation in the first place? That was unacceptable, to reduce the quality of life of others so they would lament, or feel nothing at all to satisfy the bloodlust and rage which was suffering itself.
The key to it all was emotion.
If anyone knew what it was like to want the best of what life had to offer, only to get shot down in cruel irony from never obtaining what he wanted most himself, it would be Vincent Valentine. A young man who was nothing but a lover instead of a fighter, reaching out to the woman he loved to show her how he felt in his heart, only to have that woman turn away from him out of cold feet and awkwardness in the face of such positivity. To want to feel the ultimate expression of feeling two individuals could share of the euphoria of happiness, only to be abandoned and ignored, and then killed and left to be tortured for standing up for believing in what was right anyway. Baffling, but he remained true to her and what he believed in against the face of adversity, in spite of all odds because... against it all, he had seen the good in the world and what it could lead to if one person fought for it.
He had failed and died, and yet had been saved and brought back to life for it... for she could have left him to die, but saw the good in him despite her actions to inadvertently hurt him.
He had returned from the brink of death to right the wrongs of his past, and redeemed his actions... but what about the people who lived in the worlds? Did they have a right to live, just as much as he did, when they went about their everyday life and did nothing to neither create a better world, or destroy the one they existed in? Time and time again, Vincent had been shot, cut and smashed down to defend these people which he didn't care for and whom did not care in return. So why should he defend people whom might not even know he existed to defend their right to do the same? He had his times of despair and gloom he had to admit, but was he going to stay down in that sorrow and darkness that the numerous faceless destroyers sent him to and reap lives as his inner harbinger nature dictated, just because they brought him down to their level of selfish self-justified genocide?
Just because the world wasn't going to go his way, didn't mean he was going to throw a tantrum and destroy everything, and give up on the beauty that life had to offer.
He had done that a long time ago, but it had been Cloud and his friends awakening him that made him see the error of his ways, and what it meant to be human to give your life to save others even if there was no reason for it. He had Chaos within him, the potential to destroy, but being a gunman meant he destroyed anyway in order to preserve life. It just meant a different set of tools, which the man known as Vincent Valentine wielded as he appeared, standing atop the mast of the ship, the full moon in the night sky silhouetting his caped form. It was one of these tools, his loyal handgun Cerberus, in which leveled and aimed at the manic mage that had appeared and started casting spells at the gunman in which enlisted to travel and aid him on his journey to rid Neverland of it's darkness. His homeword of Gaia had recently fallen to evil thanks to Kadaj and his gang, and he would not allow them to twist the destructive nature of darkness to gain a foothold here in order to strengthen that hold over his world. Vincent figured the villain behind the darkness in this world would take Kaze as his bait and show his powers, and now Vincent knew he was a spellcaster and with the element of surprise, their opponent had easily fallen into their trap.
Without warning, instead of firing if the warlock had noticed him by now, he dropped down off the mast and grabbed hold of a rope, swinging down to the upper deck near the steering wheel. At the same time the rope pulley had lifted him up to higher ground from the depth of his jump, a large net full of barrels swung down towards the ex-ruler of the World of Ruin, while at the same time Vincent finally raised Cerberus and fired a single cluster of tri-bullets. Trusting Kaze was a short distance away and could look after himself, the bullets shot into one of the barrels, and instantly triggered a large explosion which engulfed the middle deck of the ship. Vincent kept his gun leveled at the smoke the explosion left behind, not trusting that a simple trick would be enough to take out a black mage of that power, the forceful blast of the explosion tossing his raven-black hair and his tattered crimson cape wildly. He remained unflinching and stoic in his disposition however, patient, waiting for the real fight to begin.
He destroyed, but who said he could not destroy to maintain what the world should be, to show others what it can be?
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Post by roen on May 21, 2010 17:03:50 GMT -5
Well... this mage is certainly over confident in his abilities. He honestly looks more like a clown than a skilled sorcerer. Kaze let a smirk come to his lips at this thought. Quickly, he drew his gun as Kefka cast his spell. He kept his gun aimed level at Kefka's head as the Trine spell neared. He was already falling into their trap. With him being the only one of the two visible, Kaze would be the bait for Kefka to show his powers on. They had they element surprise on Kefka. Kaze smirked at this.
With his finger pressed against the trigger, Kaze calmly looked around him. Three Trines were coming at him, one from his left, one from his right, and one from behind him. They seem to be the same distance from him so all he would have to do is move forward a bit to avoid the spell. Most likely each Trine would crash into each other in the process.
As the spell was just a few feet away from him, Kaze rolled in front of himself, gun still pointed at Kefka's head. It was then that Vincent came swinging in, on a rope. Quickly, Kaze would run a few feet away from Kefka as the barrels exploded, avoiding the explosion completely. His finger pressed onto the trigger, firing off a round of five shots, with each shot being 2 bullets per shot, into the explosion as the flames died down.. He didn't trust that a mere explosion would keep a powerful mage down.
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Post by kefka on May 23, 2010 19:45:41 GMT -5
Pain…
Kefka had forgotten many things as the years passed by. He had forgotten his roots and his past, discarded like secondhand clothes to be replaced by a set of new trousers waiting for that same fate. He had forgotten the general idea of common sense and good riddance to that inanity. Humanity was an overrated phenomenon. It engendered weakness and frailty within the body. It reminded him of the faults and failures that comes with mortality. All the silly imperfections that made them unfit to live and exist. He was glad to get rid of them. Humanity was just a fluke of the universe, a giant cosmic joke. There was no reason for such a precision machine to fart out something so inherently imperfect. If the rest of the universe ticked like clockwork, all well-oiled, in perfect balance, why did a race of creatures who are nothing but imbalance existed in such a place?
If perfection begets flaws, then why was it perfect?
In conclusion, if perfection could not be reached, then why bother? You see countless examples. You see lives dedicated to pointless struggles, lives wasted on endless battles, thrown to the never ending oblivion. You see good, happy lives destroyed by the specter of death and destruction, routine obliterated by the cruel chaos of probability and fate. Ants swept away by history’s blaze. Do they not pause and ponder if all their toil will have meaning in the end? They struggle so hard for such meager rewards and fleeting moments in time. An endless cycle of grief, despair and hopelessness, eternal in time and space. Why were they not begging him to destroy it all? Why continue to toil in an existence where people like him lived to create misery and havoc? Wouldn’t they want release from the madness?
That was his mission: to gift upon the worlds a release. To free them from the shackles of baleful existence and wipe the slate clean, ready for a better tomorrow. After all, he saw the world for the sick, broken existence that it was and sought to correct it. He was free from the petty grievances of normality, free to revel in chaos and destruction. Free to do it all with a smile on his face! Free to render the world inert and return it back to its component materials.
It was his job and Kefka loved it.
The explosion rocked against his body but Kefka did not fall. What was pain after all, to a monster like him? He was the master of his senses and they were all numb to the outside. The fire was nothing more than raindrops against his skin. Injuries bought inside and out were nonexistent in his brain. They were nothing but distractions, petty grievances reality exacted from his frail body. But he was more than his own mortality now! He controlled every aspect and will not let something as pathetic as mortality get in his way!
When the smoke settled, Kefka was still standing. His body may be hunched and his clothing might be singed but the smile in his face grew only longer and wider. Fingers danced with the thrum of magic even as the gunman dodged his spell and fired at his face. Such a silly boy, thinking something that petty could kill him. Kefka only raised his right hand in front of his face and the bullets slammed against his skin. No pain, no fear registered, only his never ending smile. Kefka crushed his hand into a fist and fire engulfed it, melting the bullets into liquid. “So far, I’m quite disappointed,” Kefka wheezed, the words dripping from his mouth. “What a rather pathetic display! Let me show you how it’s done!” Magic propelled the mad mage upwards and soon, Kefka had a nice view of the dinky ship they were in. So fragile, especially with volatile gunpowder just lying in the deck, waiting to be destroyed! The magic coalesced and five Meteors soon found their way flying towards the ship as Kefka watched with glee.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on May 25, 2010 20:04:12 GMT -5
(OOC: Kaze, don't forget to be hit by an attack every once in a while like me and Kefka; it could be plausible that he dodged the explosion and Trine, but if you dodge this next attack then obviously something is wrong. I'm sure you won't though, just reminding you.)
Crimson eyes watched as a chaotic figure arose from the smoke and ash, as suspected, contracting sternly as the last of the light of the explosion died out.
The light of humanity was no different. It shone, flickered, and even faded at times when sin and depravity would override common sense and good nature. It was overrated for such virtues, and for good reason. What would one do if a problem arose that brought down their and others happiness, drama that was brought up to create conflict and disorder, in order to make things right and pleasant for everyone? They would either get rid of the problem... or if it was consistent... confront it head on to eliminate the source. That was Vincent Valentine's charge, to deal with the chaos that arose and disrupted the order of the general populace, and the disturbing miscreants that brought it. It was amusing that he had gone from joining a resistance group to global organization restoring the planet, but that's because he was not alone in his thinking, that many people gave their lives for others without as much as a second thought.
Why?
Why not?
It was the humane thing to do, how humanity learned to co-exist peacefully with one another, not only for themselves but to benefit from their fellow human beings. Humans were not meant to be solitary creatures, but those that chose to live self-reliant without relating to others did not understand the importance of those connections, and if that in itself was an imperfection for the grand design of a social creature in which their world had been shaped by complacency and the sin of human nature, then submitting to the will to let everything fall into total bedlam was a flaw in itself. Humanity was not meant to be perfect, and the ideal of perfection was flawed itself, perhaps even perverted in it's conception; perfection was meant to be something to strive towards to achieve happiness in one's self and others but it was never meant to be an actual goal to reach. The cruelness of reality could never always match it, but it never always descended into it either, for it was humanity's true nature to be capable of both good - the balance of co-existence between one's self and others - and evil, the discord of every person for themselves and submitting to one's dark desires which preyed upon the peace and existence of others. If one were to wipe the slate clean and start again, that in itself was as tragic a thought as it was flawed; for as long as humanity existed, the scale would always be there in a person's heart, to tip either way towards good or evil again. The difference was that in order for humanity itself to survive, society and civilization had been created, and the majority of humanity would always, always lean towards the light in order to maintain euphoria with others to achieve happiness in one's self.
The jester held a hand out and allowed himself to be shot in the hand; and Vincent did not change his expression much as he watched in disbelief, watching as the projectiles were melded into nothing but liquid metal.
That did not mean that what brought content to one individual would always mean joy to others. Hence, the reason why Vincent was here, and wold be here, to stand up against such autocracies every single time. But what was the point of it all, when all the Jenova's, Sephiroth's and Deepground's of the worlds kept popping up, and would continue to do so? If they did, then why couldn't he? Like Nanaki, and unlike them and his enemies, he would live forever until the day he was killed sacrificing himself for others in combat. Like his previous thoughts, he would only keep on fighting because he was one of the few with experience and the power in order to do so, and just because situations and dilemmas kept popping up left and right did not mean he would retire to let others do the fighting for him just yet and submit to his inner chaos. The crimson gunman had been sorry for himself for far too long, and now he had been awakened to preserving his fellow man, woman and child and forgiven for his sins, he was willing to continue to pass on that message to those like him in the future. Even if the adventures, achievements and successes of him and his friends were forgotten in history to be written over by new wars and battles, it did not matter if they won or lost, or even if they made a difference. What mattered was the legacy they passed on, the inspiration and hope they motivated in their fellow man; the message once more that they can strive to shape the world into what it should be as one of tranquility and unity, it's true nature of what it can be even if they only tried to make it the better place that it already was.
Vincent watched as the mage cast a new spell, meteors similar to Yazoo's Comet spell, and so leapt backwards when three of them landed on the deck around them, thinking he had avoided the spell. However, he was not aware of Kefka's ability to bounce his spells, and even if he did he would have had difficuly in dodging them anyway as they rebounded off such a confined space, as the burning hunks of rock collided into him. At the same time, one of them also collided into a gunpower keg next to a canon like the ones dotted alongside the upper deck of the ship, creating a large explosion around Vincent. Pain wracked over his pale skin, but much like the manic mage, he felt it but had endured worse. Using the build of the explosion, Vincent shot upwards from the deck of the ship as he rode out the pressure of the blast pushing outwards, rising above the masts of the ship and their opponent himself. The flames licking at his body dying out but not the pain, Vincent flipped his body upside-down as he pointed Cerberus downwards, allowing gravity to increase the speed of his tri-cluster bullets to slug one round into the psychotic clown's shoulder and another towards his hip to wear down his endurance.
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Post by roen on May 29, 2010 18:43:52 GMT -5
{OOC: Vincent: I know. I'll make sure that Kaze gets hit by attacks. Aren't there five meteors by the way? I think you missed two in your post.)
This thing hardly ever works...
Kaze sighed, blue eyes shifting from his Magun to Kefka's new comet spell every few seconds. He was half hoping that the thing would start working. But of course, it doesn't start to work. It would usually work under dangerous circumstances too. Was it saying that the five meteors heading for the ship aren't dangerous. It's at time like this, when he wishes he could know how to control the Magun's power when he wants to. It used to work for him before he ended up in Wonderland too.
No time for thinking about that now though.
He leapt backwards, thinking he had avoided the spell, as the five meteors landed on the deck around them. Unfortunately he didn't know about Kefka's ability to bounce his spells. So much like Vincent, two of the burning hunks of rock crashed into him. One set off an explosion with the gunpowder kegs, so the two others probably crashed into vincent. While Vincent was in the center of the explosion, Kaze was at the explosion's edge.
Sharp pain wracked over his body as he was sent flying at an angle. Compared to other fights that he was in, he had endured pain worse than that though. Quickly, he recovered in midair. To prevent himself from flying off the ship, he grabbed a rope from a mast of the ship and used it like a rope swing. The force from his body's momentum shifting to the rope caused it to swing backwards with great speed. When it was directly over the mast, Kaze let go, sending him flying higher into the air.
Slowly, the flames that licked against his skin died out, but the pain stayed. As he began to slow down, he used the gravity to flip himself upside down as he fell. Calmly, he faced his gun in front of himself. Allowing gravity to speed up his shots, Kaze fired off two rounds of double barreled shots at Kefka. One was shot at Kefka's arm while the other was aimed at his thigh. He did this in an attempt to lower Kefka's endurance.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2010 17:41:37 GMT -5
Kefka Palazzo has failed to post for 5 days.
The Light has captured Never Land!
Since Kaze and Vincent have won, they are allowed an upgrade of one ability each or one modification to his power, and will be notified. Requests are to be PMed to Vincent. Congrats!
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