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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2010 16:53:09 GMT -5
Gaia (FF9) has been attacked by Light. Light Being | Attacking: Zidane [Leader]
----- The Darkness has ten days to get a team together to counter this attack or the Light will have a claim on the world! Light, feel free to post here. Another post will be added when the Darkness gets a Raid Group, or if the Light has won the world! Keep an eye out!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 29, 2010 17:00:05 GMT -5
A Dark Group of One has Countered the Attack! Dark Being | Defending: Xande [Leader]
---- Posting Order: Zidane then Xande.---- If no winner has been decided by January 29th, 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 zid on Dec 31, 2010 3:22:26 GMT -5
It wasn't the first time Zidane looked to the stars for answers.
He hadn't liked them, and chances were he wouldn't like these either, but at least if he'd brought them back with him then Lindblum might not've looked so hopeless. All of Gaia, for that matter. The fact that the Heartless swarms were indistinguishable from black mages at times made him glad the mages were still removed from society, but he'd have to check back at the village to make sure those survivors were still safe.
It wasn't the first time he'd come home empty-handed, either, but back then it was just to face Baku's fists. Now it meant stopping here and there to carve a path through the Heartless and doubling back to check on Tantalus, like poking a sleeping bear in the eye--make sure the Regent hadn't gotten attacked, was Eiko alright--and sooner rather than later he'd like to be on the road to Alexandria and then the slowly rebuilding Burmecia. The Heartless attacks couldn't be doing anything for Freya's temper. As usual, his friends were just as resilient on their own as they were at his side, but he couldn't help wondering where his place was right now--scouring the stars for help or at the front lines fighting back.
Either way, he was here now, so he'd do all he could. He couldn't explain the enemy, but he could fight it; couldn't destroy it, but he could stop it. That kind of simplicity was easy to accept outright when pained whimpers and broken smiles jangled in his thoughts. So the break in the fighting found him making for the palace again at a run that balled his fists and cut at his lungs. With most everyone safe or stable and all equipped with trial-and-error defenses, Zidane had to find the biggest fight or the frailest victims and start from there.
Things were going almost too smoothly, under the circumstances, and he knew bruises far worse than the ones Baku left on him couldn't be far ahead of him.
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Post by xande on Jan 4, 2011 1:03:31 GMT -5
Now this was a place he could get used to. Not some mud-flopping hamlet, but a full blown city. Xande wasn’t in town to stay, but he was thoroughly impressed with the architecture and near-clockwork nature of the metropolis. Being engulfed by dark tides did nothing to curb that.
Even now the Shadows and brighter, more impressive Heartless scurried about, cleaning up what remained of the population. Which was actually fairly sizeable, despite all that had happened to the place. The industrious invaders were working to change that though. From his position farther up the slope of urbanization Xande could see the ebony specks clambering about chaotically. It would not be unreasonable to compare them to frenzied ants, albeit with more fires and screams than was typical of the imperial insects. However, it soon became apparent that something was different. Tufts of umbral matter sprang up from the raging mob, as though something was rending the dark beings apart. When prompted to look, it did not take long for the sorcerer’s eyes to narrow out the odd flash of color amid the frenzy. As usual, some white knight had taken it upon himself to do some cleaning up.
With an irritated snort Xande stepped over the railing of his vantage point, allowing gravity to guide him to the battlefield below. His cape whipped up with the rushing air as he descended, substituting for the trail he could not visibly blaze through the empty space. He did not have far to travel; the fighting was going on maybe two or three levels below his point of origin. The hard part had been finding a place to drop from that didn’t guide him into a wall like some idiot. But this layered city structure was handy for getting around, even if the original inhabitants likely never used it that way. He supposed that was what stairs were for. With a clap the ebon spellslinger connected with the cobblestone. On impact he dropped into a kneeling position, with both hands (including the stave held in one) pressed to the surface and head bowed slightly. Then, with deliberate motions, he climbed back to a full stance.
As he rose his eyes fell to the lone combatant, who was now in better view. There were certain....parallels to another that he could not help but make. Similarities to a particular child who could not resist the urge to trifle with his business. Xande’s nostrils flared, though his face was still stone at this time. The rush that inevitably came with beating someone to a pulp had not yet taken him, even if it was lingering on the metaphorical doorstep. Tweaking his neck both to the left and right, producing a “crack” with either motion, the visitor made his approach. He did not want to get too close to this young challenger, but wanted to make no mistake as to whom he intended to do business with. “Well now...” His voice dripped with the hunger of a hunting cat, its meal in sight. “...for one so young, you are quite bold at heart.” A small smile escaped him as he brought up his free hand, clenching the fingers as though to grip something in the palm. “Shall I rip it out of you, then?”
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Post by zid on Jan 7, 2011 23:23:10 GMT -5
Containing the situation was only working so well for those military who hadn't been cut down in previous encounters, and plenty of people were already evacuating. At least it was safer to cross the plains and valleys of Gaia now that there were no mist-fueled monsters in the way. The Heartless seemed more drawn to heavily populated areas, though, which could mean they were drawn to the people themselves--but until he was sure of that Zidane didn't have an alternate plan of action. Even if he did, and even if Cid agreed, they might not be able to stop people from running.
Maybe--if we all hole up in the castle--! he thought between slicing open one Heartless and smashing another into twitching stillness with the hilt of his dagger, and whirled at the sharp clack of cobblestone behind him. That was one serious Heartless. It was going to attack in another second but Zidane still took one to make sure he was just far enough away from any other attackers to start this right. As long as he went for the jugular, maybe it'd go down quick, but that staff probably meant he had magic to watch out for.
Hey big guy, what's the rush? was on his lips when he heard the thing speak.
"So you must be the leader around here," Zidane said coldly, sinking back into a defensive position with a lash of his tail. It was risky not to attack right away, but as long as he'd found something that talked he might as well see if it could tell him anything useful first. Still, his body was coiled to spring at the first offense. Whether he got this guy or not, he'd have to move quick--the Heartless would focus on other targets if not Zidane. "What are you after?! Are you working with Kuja?"
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Post by xande on Jan 12, 2011 2:48:30 GMT -5
(Crap post is crap. Maybe next time I'll notice your post when I don't have ten minutes before failure. >__>) As was tradition, the small-statured youth had a few words for Xande. He wouldn’t have it any other way. There would be plenty of time for trading blows in the near future. Still, he had to wonder what this kid’s stake in all this was. He seemed vaguely strong enough to be one of the many door-to-door heroes who seemed so keen on dropping in and cleaning out Heartless. On the other, his attire looked like something that might actually fit in here. Considering the bizarre outfits people got away with wearing while world-hopping it almost seemed more likely that this was just a particularly talented local. Not that it made him any less threatening now that his fangs were barred.
He had to wonder though; was he the leader? He deemed it fair to say he was the most powerful individual in the immediate area. So in the sense that the warlock stood between this simian-tailed swashbuckler and a counterattack against the occupying Heartless he supposed he might be. Still, this was more of a sightseeing expedition than anything. “Kuja, you say?” He stroked his hairless chin at this, the grin growing ever wider as the seconds passed. “I cannot claim familiarity with that name.” Then, with something like a sigh, he spread his arms wide in invitation. “Is one of me not more than enough, child?”
It was getting to him. The similarities between this person and that damnable brat from the Floating Continent. Try as he might he could not restrain the raw flow of emotions overflowing at the sight of his blond opposition. If he could just bring his fists to his flesh. If he could feel the splintering of bone, the tearing of muscle, it would delight him so! They had not met for longer than a minute and already Xande wanted to grind him to dust! Truly this would be a most cathartic encounter. With every shred of his power, he would pour out the last ounces of rage that had built up over a multitude of encounters.
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Post by zid on Jan 15, 2011 21:18:47 GMT -5
[OOC: Awww, and I gave you the first assault and everything~]
So Kuja wasn't allied with this guy...unless he was lying, but Zidane honestly couldn't think of a reason why he would. Kuja just wasn't that subtle--he'd want people to know about his exploits. This didn't rule out his involvement, but Kuja couldn't be the root of the Heartless. They were spread out over too many worlds, and with them taking the credit for everything like that Zidane had to wonder if Kuja didn't outright resent them.
But that wasn't something he'd figure out today. Only once he beat some sense into Kuja the hard way would he figure out if there was anyone left to save this time.
That left tall, dark, and gruesome. Zidane was more than used to looking out for magical attacks, so he'd have to give the guy a wide berth at first. Or at least until he figured out how fast the stranger was. That solid build meant Zidane couldn't afford to get grabbed and twisted, either, and his tail tucked a little closer to his body in preparation.
"Sure, you sound confident now. We'll see who's sorry he forgot backup!" Well--alright, the big guy brought the Heartless, but that wasn't the point of the jibe. Besides, Zidane intended to make him sorrier that he ever attacked Lindblum in the first place.
Concentrating only on speed, Zidane flew at him, daggers nearly crossed at his back. But a frontal attack would be thoughtlessly reckless to start with--not when he wasn't sure which attack style was weaker--so this was a feint, cut short in a sharp dodge to avoid a counter. This let Zidane sink smoothly into a kneel and aim a slice at the backs of Xande's knees. If the big guy crumpled, Zidane could afford to keep attacking, but he was on his toes in case Xande didn't and prepared to skip out of the way of the resulting attack.
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Post by xande on Jan 19, 2011 20:59:19 GMT -5
Quite the mouthy one, wasn’t he? If appearances meant anything this boy acted about as confident as Xande felt; which was to say greatly so. And it was true that he at least handled himself well against those inferior beings of darkness and hunger. What he was faced against was no mere Shadow though. Such simple beings fell with a casual stroke of the sword, but Xande was far from their equal. Furthermore, in his observations he had sensed not an ounce of magic from this youthful combatant. He was athletic and skilled, but strength of body was something this wizard could match point-for-point. This swordsmanship had finally hit its wall, and said barrier was more than happy to crush the upstart under its terrifying girth.
That was when he moved.
The sorcerer brought his staff to bear, so that its shaft crossed before his body defensively. The theory was simple enough: guard against the assault, strike back before the little pissant could make his next move. It was simple enough, and it had the added bonus of trying to cave the guy’s skull in with his bare knuckles. Problems arose when the attack never quite arrived. The euphoria of battle decorating Xande’s countenance dulled in surprise when his attacker dipped below his range of vision, and then vanished completely as pain shot through his legs. His vision went skyward as his legs bent in, teeth clenched in a surprised grimace at the back attack. Even as he fell he saw the shape, his golden hair standing out at vision’s edge. Such extraordinary speed....so this is your strength!
Falling to his knees, with hands on the cobblestone for support, Xande let out a snarl. With the reality firmly set before him, the shock of the attack was once again replaced with raw, unrefined fury. He cast a gaze over his broad shoulder, ebony hands gripping the street, he let flow the magic that had been taught to him so many years ago. From beneath the feet of agile teen he channeled a cold chill most intense, solidifying it into Blizzaga. He shaped two individual spires of ice, both right below the soles of the boy in the hope of disrupting his footing. Then, while they were still rising, he reached back and thrust the butt of his stave like a spear. If the spell missed he might at least get a strike in, and if both attacks failed he could hopefully regain some distance.
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Post by zid on Jan 21, 2011 21:15:46 GMT -5
The instant the big guy went down, Zidane was all confidence. The Heartless might have the upper hand when it came to strength, but so long as Zidane was faster he could whittle away at that determination. While he had the chance he raised the Mage Masher--longer but really better against the magic-endowed--without too much distinction. Sharp as it was, Zidane didn't think it'd get through this one's spine so a more lethal hit would be to the side while the guy was down.
Zidane missed the glance back but not the snarl, and in no time a chill at his ankles told him to move move move! He stumbled away from the spires in the nick of time, too rattled by the earth starting to topple him to turn it into a smooth run. The second he looked up from them in what was supposed to be a quick assessment of his target, Zidane was already too late. The staff caught him off guard and right in the stomach, forcing a garbled "H--urgh--!" out of him and practically sending him flying.
He hit the ground and rolled, knowing not to resist impact or turn his daggers in on himself. That had knocked the wind out of him, though, and when the pain set in he was tempted to stay put for a moment to catch his breath. He dragged an arm under him anyway, dimly registering the scrape of Orichalcum against the stone, and his legs received his weight again with a wobble. Ow, dammit.
"That all you got?" The question was half-directed at himself just to get him running again. Standing still meant more magic headed his way, if this freight train of a guy didn't up and attack him head on. Ignoring the pain in his gut, he dove to the side as if to execute the same feint as before, but this time turned it into a leaping head on attack with the Masher in his right catching the sunlight on its way to Xande's throat.
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Post by xande on Jan 25, 2011 1:46:44 GMT -5
Considering the speed behind the ruse that got the urchin at his back, Xande was more than satisfied that any one part of his attack landed. He would have much preferred if his spell tore the youth’s feet into twine, but he would take what he got. His assessment of this lightweight adversary as a close-range combatant seemed correct so far, so now that he had gained some distance it was his turn to retake the field and demonstrate his vast powers. Noah may have proven to be an old fool, but this was one true gift that had been passed down! Rising from his crippled haunch, he did his best to support his weight on his staff while dealing with the pain in his wounded calves.
It seemed that the sorcerer had not received any grievous injuries. That he was able to keep himself upright with or without aid was a sign that no tendons had been severed, and that he had merely received a superficial injury with a particularly large bite. That it was in such vital limbs was horrendous luck, but not something he couldn’t overcome. As the blood trickled down to his heels he rotated himself as best he could, posture slightly skewed by his need of a sidearm as a makeshift leg. Xande made it about halfway before he took notice of the tailed boy’s recovery. At best he had only left a bruise, and there were likely mere seconds before this devolved into a blow-for-blow brawl. In his condition that wouldn’t be ideal, even with magical support at his disposal. Best keep the dual-wielder at arms length, and then some.
Xande thought he might have to contend with another game of “where’s the thief”, but fortune smiled on him. Indeed there was a dip involved as before, but before he was even out of sight it turned into a head-on confrontation. It was by no means slow, but he thought he could deal with this situation. What REALLY benefited him was that he had chosen to go skyward for this assault. That you can take to the air so nimbly is impressive. However.... He activated his telekinetic link to his staff, using it to lift the weapon before him in defense. He then used this mystical suspension so that he was more hanging by the shaft than resting upon it. It was awkward, it increased the pain of standing tenfold and it left him with the worst footing imaginable. It also prevented him from receiving a notably more serious wound. Blade met with treated wood, producing a dull “thnk!” on contact and stopping it cold.
....your fancy footwork is useless if you cannot touch ground! Die for your recklessness! Though he did not speak aloud, the warlock’s broad display of teeth communicated enough for three. He gathered yet another round of arcane power, this time completely opposite to the first. Before the inertia from the blocked attack could wear off he called for a burning tower of flame to rise up and roast this foolhardy child before he might touch down again. It was with relatively little effort that his Firaga sprang into existence, positioned so that its hungry mass would be just shy of Xande’s outstretched arm.
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Post by zid on Jan 28, 2011 21:32:24 GMT -5
The block he saw coming, quick as it was, because although the staff last got used to thwack him one the way Xande leaned on it suggested defense. Considering the magic he only just got away from, Zidane probably should've expected magic, too--and he did, from the front. The gut reaction would be to shoot at a moving target from the opposite direction, since Zidane was more likely to scamper right by any spells triggered under or over or to the side of him. When Xande didn't counter with any of these, he got cocky.
When he got cocky, he got careless.
He wasn't sure at a glance if the staff would support his weight, but honestly he didn't really think about it. Maybe if he cut straight through it there'd be a problem, but if the guy was as powerful a magister as he seemed then it was probably durable enough not to do more than notch when Zidane turned the Mage Masher into it to make that inertia carry him through.
He wasn't counting on the fire.
Like the other dagger before it, Orichalcum missed its target when everything lit up from behind in a too fast inferno. It was surreal like all injuries, and when he dropped the knife something important fell with it, but he'd forgotten in the searing present. He used the open hand to press down on Xande's shoulder, vault up into a somersault that felt wrong and a landing that made him drop to one knee with something between a yelp and a hiss. He was burnt but not broken, clenching his free hand around the tip of his tail to put out the flame lingering there. The rest blew out during the fall, leaving the skin from the knee down too tight. It shone red in the spots where the fire had eaten tattered holes in his slacks.
Well, that left him effectively as crippled as his target. It would even the odds, but Zidane didn't have the kind of magic to back the injury up. Gonna need a miracle. As he whirled to counter with the Mage Masher he had left, determination alternately sharpened and suckerpunched by the sizzle of pain down his legs, blue eyes flashed magenta in warning.
I can do miracle!
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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2011 16:53:59 GMT -5
The Staff is Reviewing this Thread! The battle is over!
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Post by Deleted on Feb 6, 2011 23:39:51 GMT -5
After Voting on the winner, we had chosen that the Darkness had won this battle. If you disagree with the discussion, please inform Larxene or Selena with a well stated PM listed why you disagree.
The Darkness has captured Gaia (FF9)!
Since Xande 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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