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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2010 16:24:08 GMT -5
Destiny Island has been attacked by Darkness. Dark Being | Attacking: Master Xehanort [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 17, 2010 10:47:06 GMT -5
A Light Group of Two has Countered the Attack! Light Group | Defending:
Squall Leonhart [Leader]
Cloud Strife
---- Posting Order: Cloud Strife, Master Xehanort, then Squall Leonhart.---- If no winner has been decided by June 17, 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 strife on May 19, 2010 13:44:48 GMT -5
[Guess who didn't know he was first? -shot-  Well, that's embarrassing...]
So this was Destiny Island.
Cloud had heard the keyblade master Sora talk about his home before, during a few of the more casual times that had been so hard to come by in Radiant Garden, when everyone had made idle small talk of some kind - even Cloud, though not very much. It was a world that he knew about, but didn't necessarily ever believe he was going to see. It was a sad realization, and a sad reality, but the swordsman usually only saw worlds that were torn by war, battles, and violence...rarely peaceful worlds where people lived their lives the way that Cloud could only imagine life going. And in Sora's stories, Destiny Island was always a place just like that - beautiful, quiet, and above all, peaceful.
Things had changed, and sadly Cloud's reality was all around him.
He probably never would have come to this peaceful place - except that at the moment, it was far from peaceful. Darkness from an unknown source threatened the world, turning the bright skies black and causing the ocean's waves to violently lunge at the beach. This was not how Cloud had pictured this place when he had heard about it, and he knew this was an abomination on how it was supposed to look - and with the keyblader himself currently busy defending another world, the responsibility for this world and its citizens had to fall to someone else. And considering Sora was one of Cloud's closest companions, and how much the brunette had done for him in the past, Cloud had not hesitated in volunteering to defend this place.
The darkness had to be defeated, no matter where it was - only after it was defeated absolutely everywhere would the fighting stop, and would the worlds find eternal peace. That seemingly impossible dream was what Cloud strived and lived for, hoping that someday he could put his sword in the back of a closet somewhere and let it collect dust, with nothing but memories of battles fought and the physical scars they had left the only things reminding him of these hard times. He had to make a better world for Denzel and Marlene to grow up in so they would not have the same sort of life that he lived. He had to do this for Tifa, so she could have a much-deserved break she would otherwise never take and stop worrying so much. He was doing this for Aerith, so that he would never have to face the pain of losing her again.
And, albeit a bit selfishly, he was doing this for himself, because no one was more tired of fighting than Cloud - he wanted to prove to himself that he existed for something more than that, and that he was good at something other than his sword skills, because only that seemed to dominate his life.
Thus, the blonde haired man clad in almost all black walked through the rough surf, ignoring the raging waters as they splashed against him, soaking him to the skin - the cold, salty water only served to remind him that, at least for a few more moments, he was alive. He had yet to spot the attacker, or attackers, that were trying to take this place for some reason he was sure was pointless - at least in his eyes - but was more than ready, with First Tsuragi drawn at the ready. "Come on, let's just make this quick," he muttered to himself, mako-infused eyes only glowing all the more in the darkness descending upon the island.
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Post by mrx on May 21, 2010 17:29:53 GMT -5
The waves all sounded the same.
Everything begins small. Everyone has humble roots within their history. Only the lucky and unworthy are born into history. For those who would writ large their name in the chapters of the worlds’ story, they had to work hard. They had to strive to leave even an indelible imprint on the world entire. Only those great in stature and wise beyond years are capable of such a feat. Everyone else is doomed to wither, to live their lives in ignominy and obscurity. Only those with indomitable will and the strength to back it up have any hope of breaking through their humble beginnings and blast for the stars. Only those who had vision and integrity, those who did not back down, who refuse to submit themselves to the wishes of the mediocre, only they were fit to sit on the throne of the worlds.
So why did Xehanort come to this most humble of places? Nostalgia? A need to slow down? A place where he could just sit down, take stock of the situation and ponder his next move? Destiny Islands was the epitome of small beginnings. It was world that was designed to foster wanderlust on the youth. It never grew and never shrank. It was stuck, frozen in one spot, never fated to become more than it was right now. Why bother come back when you have reached for the stars?
Nevertheless, this was hardly the idyllic paradise that the islands should be. What was once brilliant blue became stormy black. The gentle waves grew harsh and rocky, a storm of water crashing against the dappled sand. A howling wind blasted beyond him, trying to knock him down his feet. It was as if this maelstrom of a chorus was what the world has decided to welcome him in. How melodramatic. The weather was not subject to Xehanort’s whims so why did it decide to herald his presence with such darkness? It did not matter to him whether he was underneath blue skies or tempestuous winds. It was all inconsequential.
What was set in stone was one simple fact: Xehanort will take this world for his own. Anyone who would oppose him would be merely walking into their grave.
It seems the first fool has appeared to challenge him. A young warrior wielding a sword as large as he is tall was facing him with all the weight of the world on his shoulders. Xehanort had to resist rolling his eyes at such a sight. How pitiful to think this would be his opposition. Could they not have sent anyone of higher caliber? Could a warrior of better temperament have stepped forward to oppose him? This was starting to look like a complete washout. Xehanort doubted he needed to do much than twitch his finger and the boy in front of him will just kneel.
Feh. It would be unsporting of him to not let the boy have his chance. After all, he expected heavy resistance and at least he could pretend to be facing some. “Welcome to this humble abode,” Xehanort said with a smirk, directing his right hand towards the trees and foliage behind him. “And pray tell what is your business here, warrior?”
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Post by squallkaddy on May 22, 2010 10:18:50 GMT -5
A gloved hand suddenly fell upon the blond-haired man's shoulder. The grip squeezing the ex-SOLDIER's shoulder tightly as if keeping him reassured yet also to hold him back from dashing off and getting into trouble. The owner of this hand? Squall Leonhart, leader of Balamb Garden and the leader of the Restoration Committee, had heard wind that war was coming to the home world of the Keyblade master Sora, and he like Cloud, was already in debt to the brown haired lad for helping save Radiant Garden. Keeping his hand in place for the time being, Squall watched the lone wolf for a moment as he stood in place, his huge sword at the ready to do battle. Was the chocobo-head always ready and willing to dive straight into battle like this? During his brief encounters with him when questing for the Goddess Cosmos, the spiky-haired man seemed rather reluctant to keep fighting battle after battle. Perhaps it was also due to him sharing the same debt to Sora?
"Cloud... You shouldn't rush into battle without at least first knowing who you're up against..."
Squall said calmly, his eyes narrowed and his brow tightened as he watched the blond with a stern gaze. The proud lion lowered his hand off of Cloud's shoulder, before pointing off across the beach to the figure of what appeared to be an elderly man. It was a little hard to see thanks to the heavy clouds overhead reducing the light. Squall had never been to this world before, yet he was pretty confident that the home world of Sora, Kairi and Riku wouldn't look as... dark as this did. He was expecting something more. But the world was most likely in this state thanks to the only other figure present in the area. The elderly looking man. Yet this was a two on one match, it would appear. Cloud and Squall, the Wolf and the Lion were two of the strongest users of light, without having ever been a keybarer. Together, the light in their hearts would guide them both though the battle and return Destiny Island back to what it should be.
At least that's what Sora would say. Squall wasn't quite like that, yet although he did believe in the light sharing heart malarkey, he only ever felt it come to fruition whenever he was around the girl in blue, the one and only reason for which the Lion continued to fight. Rinoa Heartilly. The SeeD stepped around Cloud until the pair of them were side by side. With a swing of his arm, Squall summoned his Gunblade to his hand with a flash of light, raising his arm up and bending his elbow so the blunt edge of the Revolver was resting upon his right shoulder. The wind blowing in from the sea danced through his long brown hair, yet his bright blue eyes were unwavering as they continued to stare in the elderly man's direction. He must be their opponent, who else could it be? No one else was in sight and the said mentioned gentleman was indeed giving off what felt to be a tremendous amount of Darkness.
After hearing the balding gentleman speak, which sounded more directed to Cloud then to himself, the proud lion peered to his right towards the ex-SOLDIER. Squall grinned slightly which would have been missed if you weren't looking for it.
"Any idea who this guy is?"
The SeeD asked, before returning his head in Xehanort's direction. If it wasn't for this immense Darkness the SeeD could feel, he'd have just chalked this guy down to some ordinary old man. There was definitely something strange about him that Squall really didn't like. Tilting his back towards Cloud, yet keeping his eyes firmly on the elderly man, Squall spoke up.
"I don't like the look of this... we better work together to take him out."
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Post by strife on May 25, 2010 5:59:14 GMT -5
It did not take Cloud long to find the source of the voice that was 'welcoming' him to this sad place - it belonged to an old man, his head clean-shaven, wearing rather particular clothing. At first glance, he seemed to be nothing more than another old man, but....no, the darkness that radiated from him, leaving a suffocating, familiarly twisted feeling around Cloud's heart showed the man's true colours. He was no denizen of the Light, nor even a neutral figure - no, this man was behind Destiny Island's current state. Bright blue, mako-infused eyes met the eyes of this man, and behind the other man's eyes Cloud could see nothing good. His own gaze narrowed and he gritted his teeth - who was this person?
At that moment, though, the blonde suddenly heard Tifa's voice in his mind, telling him that everyone had good in them - something he was reminded of by Sora as well. But...this man didn't seem to have that essence, even deep within him. Maybe once he had been good, like Sephiroth, but now....if that was indeed this man's past, nothing but a shell of it remained before Cloud now. After all, how could anyone with even a sliver of Light within their heart be willing to attack somewhere like Destiny Island and put it in the state it was currently in?
"I'm here....to do my duty," Cloud replied to the man's inquiry that he saw as nothing more than a sarcastic question. As he readied himself to attack and make the first move, however, he suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder. Cloud's gaze quickly flicked away from the man to see who had come up behind him, only to find with relief the familiar face of Leon, one of his closest companions. So he had come to save Sora's home as well - that reassurance of Leon's skills and friendship behind him made Cloud feel a glimmer of hope rise in his chest. Facing the darkness alone was something that the swordsman never wanted to do again - after all, the last time he had tried, he had fallen to it, and he had made a promise that it would never happen again. Leon would give him the support that he needed.
"I've never seen him before," Cloud then replied to Leon's question with a shrug, "but if he is attacking this place, then he's nothing good." The faintest of smiles then crossed his face at his friend's next suggestion that the two of them fight together - it was something they had only really gotten to do once, when Hollow Bastian had been invaded by thousands of Heartless at once, but the two had made an almost unstoppable force together. If they could find that power again....there was a high chance that they could save Destiny Island, no matter how much power this old man might have hidden within him. But the blonde knew better than to get over-confident, and he knew all too well the effects of letting arrogance get the better of him, so he kept those thoughts to himself.
"As long as you don't get in my way," Cloud then replied to his friend, the faint smile reaching all the way to his eyes for a moment as he gave the other man a knowing look - Leon had always been one of the only people in existence who the ex-SOLDIER had ever been able to even vaguely joke with, and it was a welcome chance that he seized for a moment before the real struggle would begin. He raised First Tsuragi once again, and he closed his eyes for a moment to concentrate, searching inside himself for the Light he knew he would need in this battle. The moment his eyes snapped open, a determined look in their depths, he prepared to charge his adversary.
"Just one more battle...." the swordsman murmured to himself, and with that, his feet were carrying him with unearthly speed across the sand towards the old man, the mako pulsing through his veins and giving him the strength of a SOLDIER. As he neared the old man, he prepared a flurry of three quick sword movements - two across the man's chest in opposite directions, and the final one as a blow from above, aiming directly for the man's skull.
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Post by mrx on May 27, 2010 19:10:54 GMT -5
Such an odd backdrop for a battle.
The gloomy weather and stormy skies might lend the scene an apocalyptic flavor but the choice of world was still quite odd. Who expected warriors of different worlds to come to this one insignificant little place? This prison of nothing only withheld the potential to change the worlds from others. It constrained where talent and power could bloom. It sought to cull any freethinking by providing comfort and safety to the highest degree. It was his worst nightmare, to be stagnant, never evolve beyond his limits, to push the boundaries of the worlds beyond the horizon. The cheery nature of this world was misleading for Destiny Islands only sought to bar you from your destiny.
This world was as far from a battlefield as one might think. You do not go to this paradise to engage in combat. This was meant to be a place where dreams and worries just slid away. The fact that the purpose of this world had been perverted into something twisted and wrong did not concern Xehanort. This world was hardly relevant to his plans. Let it rot in stagnancy. Why did he even bother to come back here? Nostalgia was a weakness and he planned to rid himself of every defect he could find within himself. Even if the current brood of Keyblade Wielders came from this tawdry, insignificant world, holding their home hostage would only stoke their fury. Just setting foot in the sands alone was a detour in his plans.
Even if he cannot place a reason for his visit beyond the simple act of cloaking it in darkness, Xehanort could do with practice. The two warriors opposing him seemed quite determined to defend the lonely islands to their last breath. He could tell none of the two were natives, given now they blatantly stand out from the rest of the scenery. These half wits must side with the oh-so pretentious Light. It did not matter to Xehanort whether they were with any side. It was quite clear they meant to oppose him. Very well. One cannot remain a wielder of the blade if he doesn’t keep the edge sharp. Xehanort did not gain all his experience just by sitting back and resting on his laurels. Time might have blunted him but he was still a force to be reckoned with.
The blond man wielding the absurd sword came at him first. His speed was quite impressive for someone hefting a weapon that large. The sword slammed against Xehanort’s chest, sending him back on his feet. The swordsman aimed another blow towards his head but Xehanort was ready. His Keyblade came up and smashed against the sword, just barely stopping it inches from Xehanort’s face. His arm pushed away the sword with a slash and Xehanort just calmly smiled.
“I have no intention of dragging this out further,” He said calmly, bringing out one hand from behind his back, the one not gripping the Keyblade with ease, and waved it at the sky. “If you don’t mind, let us cut this battle short. I’m sure you brave souls have better issues to occupy yourselves,” With a jaunty wave, Xehanort directed the magic from his fingertips and a huge Maelstrom formed from the clouds. Xehanort waved towards the two and the whirlwind swirled first for the blond swordsman and then his companion. If they could escape that, perhaps he will deign to actually cross swords but for the moment, Xehanort did not feel the need to use his true power.
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Post by squallkaddy on May 27, 2010 20:09:32 GMT -5
The leader of Balamb Garden's SeeD Combat Specialists, could only smile to himself when he watched his trusted friend turn and glance over his shoulder towards him. That look within Cloud's face told Leon a thousand words that he could only shake his head at slightly in minor disappointment. Squall knew exactly how Cloud was feeling when it came to fighting against the Darkness. It was an overwhelmingly powerful enemy to fight and going at it solo was not only a very dangerous thing to do, but also a very foolish one. It was fortunate for him that when Sora came to Radiant Garden to fight the never ending hordes of Heartless, Cloud, Tifa, Yuffie and others were there to lend their weapons. Sora had helped both himself and Cloud and now it was the Lion's and the Wolf's turn to return the favour.
Squall glanced at the chocobo-haired male when he replied to him, the tone on his voice revealing that he had gained just the smallest amount of confidence to aid him through this battle. Squall didn't answer right away as he turned back towards the elderly man, his mind wondering for a second as the girl in blue appeared with his memories.
~We may be apart now, but your Light gives me the strength to keep fighting... For Cloud, for Sora... and for you...~
The proud Lion thought to himself for a second, closing his eyes as he did so before peering back at Cloud and giving him another faint smile.
"What is it Tifa always tells you, huh? You're never alone. You always have Light within you, no matter how faint. Either her or Aerith is constantly hammering it into that thick head of yours."
Squall said, chuckling lightly as he looked back towards the user of Darkness threatening to take over Destiny Island.
"You should listen to them Cloud..."
The SeeD said more softly this time, his bright blue eyes not leaving the figure of Master Xehanort now as he lowered the Revolver Gunblade down from his shoulder. Yet the next comment coming from the ex-SOLDIER caused the SeeD to smile brightly, a expression which he only ever reserved for Rinoa Heartilly. 'Don't get in his way?'. Closing his eyes for a second, Squall lowered his gunblade down fully before shaking his head from side to side in amusement. Even though they were both about to head into battle against an unknown opponent who may very well have the strength to crush them both into dust, the Wolf and the Lion were able to share a moment to joke with each other, something Squall wasn't even able to do very easily when in the company of the Restoration Committee or even his old traveling companions from Balamb Garden.
"Don't let that sword slow you down Cloud!"
Squall said, still with the bright smile across his face.
An instant later and Cloud was off, sprinting across the beach with impressive speed despite the size of First Tsuragi. The Balamb Garden leader watched for only a second, before quickly taking off right behind his friend. The pair of them would have to work together, combining each others efforts to deal massive damage to this unknown enemy. Slowing down his pace slightly, the SeeD wanted to see just how much stronger Cloud had gotten over the past months. It has been a while since the pair of them stood back to back against the Heartless and it was going to be exciting to see Cloud's impressive strength reach new heights. As the blond-haired man reached the elderly opponent and unleashed his attacks, the SeeD had to hit the breaks as his eyes shot skywards. That spell looked familiar to something Fuujin could cast back in Archipelago, which resembled a huge tornado. Casting a fast glance back towards Cloud and the Darkness user, Squall was able to catch sight of something that closely resembled a Keyblade. This was going to be a tougher fight then first expected if this old guy was a Keybarer and adept at using powerful magic.
"Cloud!! Heads up!!"
Squall yelled, trying to get his voice above the sound of the incoming Maelstrom. Flicking his wrist a couple of times, Squall span his Gunblade around before taking hold of the unique weapon in both hands. Digging his feet into the sandy beach and narrowing his eyes to avoid being blinded from the sand the winds kicked up, the SeeD waited until the Maelstrom was heading his way. Jumping up into the air, the SeeD's gunblade started to glow a bright blue colour, and with a shout, Squall used Rough Divide. Within the instant, the proud lion found himself rocketing straight towards the huge torrent of wind and by using his Rough Divide, Squall sliced through the winds and burst out the other side with only his clothing carrying several cuts and slices from the strong wind along with his long brown hair being a lot messier now.
Dropping down to the sand below, Squall took off once more after his chocobo-haired companion. Running up directly behind Cloud, Squall jumped up into the air and kicked his foot off the blunt edge of First Tsuragi, using the huge blade to help flip him over the two warriors. twisted his body around 180 degrees, falling down to take Master Xehanort's flank. From here, the SeeD took just half a second to catch his balance and regain his composure, before launching his own attack which consisted of two slashes of his Gunblade in a 'X' shape, attempting to slash open the elderly man's back while Cloud distracted him from the front.
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Post by strife on May 30, 2010 17:48:04 GMT -5
The weapon that clashed against the might of First Tsuragi was no mere blade - it was a keyblade. For a split second, Cloud's mako-infused eyes visibly widened in recognition of the weapon in his face, but they soon narrowed dangerously again. What did this man have a keyblade for? Was he also a wielder, like Sora? That only made things very confusing, though - from the information Cloud had gathered on the strange weapon, he had grown to believe that it was powered by Light within one's heart, and that was how the keyblade chose its wielder, and yet....this man was certainly not a denizen of the Light. Was it possible that the weapons were also powered by strong DARKNESS within the heart as well?
If so, that was going to make this war against the darkness a bit harder than already expected.
Keyblades were formidable, and Cloud knew that this was going to be a tough battle - this was not just a random old man, but a power opponent, and he appeared to push away Cloud's attacks with ease despite his age. His taunt, however, failed to impress the blonde, whose face remained set with a determined, but otherwise emotionless, expression. "I'm more than happy to occupy myself with this, if it means saving another world from someone like you!" Cloud replied, but as he was about to attack again, he heard Leon's warning, and his gaze ripped skywards for a moment to see the incoming storm.
However, he was not left to deal with it, as Leon pushed himself into the air and seemed to handle the problem fine on his own - the ex-SOLDIER was certainly grateful for the companionship and added blade of his friend, and moments like that one simply illustrated exactly where that gratitude spurned from. In the meantime, Cloud took the opportunity to quickly jump backwards away from his enemy about a metre, and then propel himself into a somersault to again attempt to bring his sword down on the man's head - only this time, with a more powerful physical force behind the swing powered by his jump.
As soon as the manoeuvre had been completed, the swordsman reacted to Leon's next combined move, propelling the other man's jump forward off the edge of his own blade and putting as much upper body strength into the propulsion as possible. The two worked well together, and Cloud knew that they would have to continue to work as a team if they were going to defeat this keyblade wielder. Was it wrong to consider that they stood a chance with the combined light in their hearts against this man of the darkness? Aerith and Tifa would not think so - and Leon had admitted to agreeing with them as well, so....well, at least it was something to give Cloud a glimmer of hope, which was more than he usually had, so it was certainly something big.
Leon was attacking the man from behind, and the delivery boy was not about to slack off on his own attacks. Perhaps a barrage from both sides would at least weaken the enemy before he was able to launch another powerful magic attack like the storm had been - and perhaps that way, they would be able to break through his guard and finally land a hit. Thus, Cloud chose to mimic Leon's move of crossing an 'X' with his blade, only from the front rather than from the back, and he hoped that at least one of their hits would not be able to be defended.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2010 17:56:36 GMT -5
Master Xehanort has failed to post for 5 days.
The Light has captured Destiny Island!
Since Squall Leonhart and Cloud Strife 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! I apologize for the late reply to the outcome as I had a few questions for Larxene concerning the raid. |
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