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Post by Deleted on Aug 4, 2011 14:49:00 GMT -5
Order's Sanctuary has been attacked by Darkness. Dark Group | Attacking: Weiss [Leader] Kefka
----- The Light has ten days to get a team together to counter this attack or the Darkness will have a claim on the world! Dark, feel free to post here. Another post will be added when the Light gets a Raid Group, or if the Darkness has won the world! Keep an eye out!
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2011 13:28:12 GMT -5
A Light Group of Five has Countered the Attack! Light Group | Defending: Angeal Hewley [Leader] Sora Jordan Sanatsuke Helen Atalanta Reno
---- Posting Order: Weiss, Angeal Hewley, Reno, Sora, Kefka, Jordan Sanatsuke, then Helen Atalanta.---- If no winner has been decided by September 5th, 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 weiss on Aug 5, 2011 14:08:58 GMT -5
Truly, a location that was considered one of the Light's strongest holds.
Yes, the taking of Order's Sanctuary for Darkness would be a bold and risky move. But if it was successful, the Light's morale could be shattered into tiny shards like a fragile construction of glass. In this, Emperor Weiss was positive of his decision. It was simply rather... unfortunate that he would recieve the aid of one that could try even The Immaculate Tsviet's temper. However, the shirtless man had to admire the jester's zeal for destruction.
Indeed, the paint-faced and ludicrously garbed Kefka could be trying on the patience of his allies just as much as his enemies, but it currently did not matter at this point.
"Be ready for sudden arrivals." Weiss had said when they had finally arrived at the world.
The world certainly was... interesting, for lack of a better term in the Emperor's mind to describe it. A vast expanse of a water flooded plain, large arcing beams that crossed through the air hither and thither, and then in the center was a white low-sitting chair with two shell-like structures on either side of it. Weiss walked up to this chair, his arms crossed over his chest.
"This is one of the worlds that's considered so important to the Light? Bah, it's all so very boring. Nothing to truly destroy."
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Post by griever on Aug 5, 2011 16:28:00 GMT -5
There was a bright light somewhere in the distance off to Weiss' left, which quickly subsided to reveal the tall, muscular form of Angeal Hewley walking towards the Deepground Emperor with a moderate pace. His fists remained clenched in their confinement within his black gloves, his expression one of calmed sincerity as he neared the shirtless warrior with each passing moment. He quietly examined the features of this unknown man, taking in the more notable items present in his appearance; the frame of his build that was more thinner than his own, and the twin weapons holstered within the snow white scabbards tied to the back of his waist. It didn't take much for Angeal to notice something strange about the man, something more inertia than anything physical or mental that told the former SOLDIER that this individual harbored ill intentions. He did not know his name, nor did he know of his origin, but what he couldn't explain was sure to reveal itself in truth with the time to come.
Blue eyes examined the calm demeanor of this landscape, noting it to be an area of presumed peace for the mere appearance of it. The arcs of light that sailed overhead, and the undisturbed puddles of clear water could be seen everywhere surrounding the unoccupied throne that the mysterious warrior stood in front of. Just what was this place? 'Where have I fallen? Is this real, or the Lifestream?' thought Angeal to himself, immediately disregarded the latter idea to be naught but folly. He was alive, that much he knew for sure, but whether or not this place he found himself in was real or but a dream, he could not say for sure.
When he was but a good ten feet from Weiss, the former Spiritual Leader of SOLDIER came to a halt in his walk, and merely regarded the Tsviet with an examination of his eyes. Angeal himself bore no hostility towards this man yet, but remained cautious all the same. The soft sounds of dripping water running off the throne was enough to bring serenity to a place such as this, and it was a dire shame that he could not enjoy the time he had here for mediation. This seemed like a place in which it would be easy to find answers, if only there were a moment in which to acquire them. When Weiss spoke, and the words had all left his mouth, Angeal frowned on the inside but decided to keep his demeanor calm so as to avoid betraying his emotions to a possible enemy.
"There is your honor, your life, and your soul." he spoke in reply to the white haired enigma, refusing to take his eyes off the Immaculate. "It serves no purpose to bring forth such meaningless destruction. Who are you?" Hewley stated his opinion openly regardless of who was willing to listen or not. The idea of bringing violence into an abode of peace such as this brought about a taste of disgust in his mouth, yet to a monster it seemed perfectly fitting. Monsters were meant to destroy, their goals more often than not being world domination or revenge. Despite these usual facts, Angeal was confident that he could use his power for the good of this world, and use his own violence to conquer the would be chaos that this man intended to create.
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Post by reno on Aug 7, 2011 11:56:36 GMT -5
Reno, of course, was never one for amazing entrances.
I swear, these portals are going to be the death of me! Reno had been warped AGAIN this time to a some oddly open field (more like a marsh with all the water that was around) that he could feel Elena calling “pretty”. Well hell, the place was rather nice, with light colors and some interesting looking sky. But the Turk was wary for he could see two figures in the distance. Carefully pulling his EMR from its position on his belt, he let the uncharged weapon come to rest on his shoulder. Cautiously the redheaded man walked towards the two figures, his footsteps making slight squishing sounds against the constant water in the place.
When he was finally in range to actually kiss the men’s faces, he did a double take. “Angeal?” was out of his mouth before he could even stop it, the same disbelieving tone he used when he saw Genesis. Clearing his head of the million questions that raced in his mind, his aquamarine eyes turned to the other man. Something about his seemed familiar… but as Reno racked his brains, he couldn’t quite place it. He felt as if the man was part of his past, or at least something he had been through, but try as the Turk may, he couldn’t place him.
So of course he went for his ever so brilliant line “Who the hell are you?”
Like the Turk knew this was some sort of little battle he was going to be dragged into…
((OOC: It's kind of short... <.< but I think it works))
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"It's just...they really need me. I have to go. I am who I am, because of them."
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Post by Sora on Aug 8, 2011 12:14:27 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480px,true][atrb=cellpadding,3px,true][atrb=cellspacing,3px,true][bg=939d8f] The messenger is standing, standing at the gate ready to let go, ready for the crush, the messenger; "Cosmos!"
In a moment of desperation, Sora had reached for an image of what he thought was the goddess as she vanished before him in a flash of light, and suddenly Sora had found himself transported to another world. In a burst of light off to Weiss's right, the Key that Connected to Everything found himself chest-down in a shallow pool of water in a white, ivory world. He righted himself to his feet and examined his surroundings slowly as his head darted around, noticing the ruins of unfinished white buildings protruding from the water underneath arcs of light green railings streaming overhead. As he looked up, dark overcast clouds were beginning to gather in the clear blue sky above. At around the same time, Sora noticed a man of similar stark contrast standing before the throne before him.
Sora had been fortunate in his travels to have met the goddess of harmony once before; her image having whisked him away to another world accompanied by this place told him that this was her Sanctuary. The small throne in the middle where he imagined she sat confirmed it, and he approached it further as the burly and intimidating man in bleached apparel was approached by another man with black hair and darker clothing. Whist their contrast of their outfits conflicted heavily with their alignment, Sora's first impression of the two men told him what he needed to know as he overheard them. The man in white wished to destroy this world, while the man in darker clothing opposed him by questioning it.
Yet another strange man arrived, this one also in a dark suit, although it was a lot more formal than the soldier-like clothing of the former man that reminded him a lot of Cloud's as did his weapon. Maybe he was from his world? Speaking of resemblance, the latter man had fiery red hair and facial markings, and reminded him an awful lot like... Axel, of all people. Maybe he originated from where Axel came from, too? There wasn't much time to question it however, as he felt more people were descending on the throne of harmony.
"Hey, you! Guy in white! This is Cosmos's world." he paused once he had reached a few feet away from him whilst shouldering the two men in darker clothing, and summoned in a flash of light his Kingdom Key into his hands.
"I can't let you destroy it."
Cosmos had been there for him when he had his own doubts. It was only fair that he owed her one. TAG name, WORDS :'D, SONG The Messenger by Dissidia Original Soundtrack NOTES Weiss, Angeal, Reno, Kefka, Jordan, Helen. |
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Post by skycoston on Aug 9, 2011 23:32:14 GMT -5
Kefka’s black portal appeared not far form Weiss, and from it the jester frolicked into the Order’s Sanctuary. He immediately skipped to the throne at it’s epicenter, leaping into the air in a spin before he came down upon it. With one leg on the arm rest, he sprawled against it, hands behind his head.
Here, on the seat of all that was good, just, orderly and light, sat among the most genocidal, insane, chaotic and dark beings the universe had to offer. Quite an irony, really.
“Why can’t we just start destroying stuff nooooow,” Kefka whined, “Nobody’s going to come! We could go ahead and blow it sky high, and NO ONE would even know anything happened until months from now!! Sure there’s not much here, but just think of the despair that her cronies will feel knowing their Goddess’s throne was blown to smithereens?”
It was then Kefka noticed the arrivals of the “Heroes of Light”, his eyes widening while he grinned.
“OoOoO, looks like I was wrong, we have guests!! Where are my manners?” Kefka quickly sat up on the throne, pulling a mirror out of his shirt collar to look himself over. He straightened his feather on the back of his head, then winked and kissed at the mirror. “You never cease to amaze me with how much of a handsome devil you are, my dear!” Kefka spoke to his reflection with a chuckle before returning the mirror to whence it came. He then turned his attention towards the guests that had arrived.
The first was obviously an EX-SOLDIER, due to his outfit that so reminded Kefka of Chocobrains and Mama’s Boy. He then started blabbering about honor and such nonsense, earning him a gag from Kefka’s direction while the jester relaxed on the throne.
“Honor smoner, there’s no such thing!” Kefka began, “Everyone does their own little thing based on their own desires, nothing more! Even the ‘truly selfless’ only do so because they feel they have to, or because it makes them FEEL good to do it!” He then gasped at Angeal’s claim of there being no purpose for destruction.
“NO PURPOSE?!” Kefka exclaimed, “Have you completely lost your mind?! There is no purpose BUT destruction!! Don’t you understand? There is no point to living, no point to fighting to hold onto what’s dear, especially such silly ideals. In the end EVERYTHING will be destroyed, everything will fade and nothing anyone has done will have mattered. Don’t you see? There is no point in any of it, and it’s simply better off destroyed!!” Kefka just grinned.
Next arrived a well dressed, laid back red headed man in a suit that seemed irritated at the very thought of being there. This earned a chuckle from Kefka, who watched the man in his confusion of the situation at hand.
“His name is Angel? No wonder he’s such a goody two shoes!! It makes me sick, gives me gas I say! And I’ll give it back,” Kefka lifted his leg and released a rather obnoxious fart in their general.
“WHOA-OHOHOHOHOHOHO~!” Kefka laughed, unable to control himself before he suddenly, from seemingly nowhere, regained a serious composure and sat upon the throne like a king. “My friend, my dear fire headed friend, my well mannered associate here is Weiss the Immaculate, the strongest SOLDIER in history! Outside Mama’s boy, of course. And I,” Kefka obnoxiously bowed, “Am Lord Kefka, God of Magic and Saint of Destruction, at your service!”
It was then that the meddling keyblader arrived, heart set on thwarting the villain’s plans. Kefka frowned at Sora’s ignoring him to speak to Weiss, and suck out his tongue at the boy before regaining his composure. Obnoxiously clearing his throat, he glared at him.
“Can’t let us destroy it? Oh no, no no no no no! You see, it is we who cannot let you protect it,” Kefka grinned, “Because we are going to destroy EVERYTHING!!”
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Post by jordan on Aug 10, 2011 10:01:07 GMT -5
A portal opened behind the group and a brown spiky haired Turk fell out on the floor. He stood and looked around taking everything in especially the arches of coloured light. Then he looked up at the group as he tucked in his red shirt again. He recognised the SOLDIER as Angeal and also spotted Reno. the other two he didn't know until the clown told the group.
"So their called Kefka and Wiess? Well if ones a SOLDIER and the other a god of magic, this could be a hard fight." Jordan noted to his self under his breath. Then walked over to the group, Straightening his blue tie as he did.
Jordan stood next to Reno and looked straight at this seemingly mad clown. Jordan held his hands by his sides giving no emotion away. He just waited for the time to say something and hoped to get these fiends to leave, though he doubted the possibility of that.
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Post by Helen Atalanta on Aug 12, 2011 17:04:43 GMT -5
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Low tide and High Tea The Oysters are waiting for me... | [atrb=style, background: #003031; padding: 5px; border-top: 3px solid #E32636; border-bottom: 3px solid #E32636; opacity: 0.8] If ever there as a more annoying setting than a sandy beach... It was a marsh.
Helen Atalanta didn't like beaches. When she arrived upon the battlefield that would be, she was so very relieved that there was no sand. Beaches were nothing less than Hell on earth. Hot, windy, humid, and sandy. Not to mention wet.
Never did she ever think that annoyance could be topped.
Another step lead to another gross squelching noise, and yet more water crept up from the hem of her slacks. There was no end to her hate for nature. At least for the moment.
The Turk's gaze remained on the ground beneath her, and it took her a moment to realize that she was approaching quite a motley group of people.
"Because we are going to destroy EVERYTHING!!”
A startled jolt shook her into awareness. Of the gathered men, she recognized four, one only vaguely. And from experience, she knew that trouble came with a gathering of Turks anywhere outside of Gaia.
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Post by weiss on Aug 15, 2011 11:35:53 GMT -5
As footsteps echoed in the open landscape, Weiss turned his head to their direction. A man was walking up to him, dressed in the uniform of SOLDIER First Class. He carried himself with an air of assurance, uncertainty, and a peaceful calm. Weiss looked the man over, ending with a look at his face. The Emperor of Deepground briefly wondered to himself just how much this new arrival had heard. The calm demeanor and sincere look upon his face did not betray him if he had.
"There is your honor, your life, and your soul. It serves no purpose to bring forth such meaningless destruction. Who are you?"
So he wanted to talk? Alright.
"I am Weiss The Immaculate, Emperor of Deepground. And destruction is not always meaningless."
The shirtless Tsviet began to say more, but then more people began to appear. One of Shinra's "Department of Administrative Research" goons was first. Next was a brown spikey haired kid that could give Cloud a run for his money with his hair style. What intrigued Weiss about the kid was his key-like weapon. Third was Weiss' ally Kefka, a rather demented jester. And finally, two more of Shinra's goons arrived. It seemed Kefka and Weiss would be in for a fight after all.
The Emperor began to smirk before suddenly leaping up and away from the altar he had been standing at, landing a fair distance away as the water sloshed around violently from both his leap and his landing. After the landing, the well-muscled man reached behind his back, his hands grabbing firmly onto the hilts of Earth and Heaven. With swift motions, the gunblades were out and pointing forward at his foes. Weiss then took aim on the five that stood together on the side of Light. The Immaculate Tsviet levered in a bullet in both of his weapons and then unleashed a Rapid Fire on the five. Ten shots were fired, two shots for each of the five beings.
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Post by griever on Aug 17, 2011 17:53:53 GMT -5
Angeal's eyes darted to the portal that spawned the form of Kefka, and narrowed ever so slightly as the demented jester began to speak as though he knew what was going on, as though he knew Angeal himself. His words were naught but taunts, and the rather grotesque manner in which the insane man gave them was nothing short of disrespectful. Such was expected from those who dabbled too carelessly with the Darkness he supposed. It was then that more wielders of the Light approached, to which Angeal paid no mind as he continued to listen to Kefka's description of just who his colleague was. 'The strongest SOLDIER in existence?' thought Angeal to himself. 'Why is it that I've never heard, nor fought with this man in the past?' The ideas that Kefka continued to throw out as he taunted Angeal's allies only further convinced the former 1st Class that he was but a moron in face paint.
His resolve remained firm however, and even as his allies drew closer he still paid no mind to them. That was until, one of them referred to him by name, which caught the attention of the raven haired warrior enough that he turned his head to see who it was. Much to his dismay his blue eyes that burned with Mako rested upon the sight of three Turks, and a youthful lad who sported an unusual outfit. The very idea that there were still Shinra operatives running a midst in the worlds sickened Angeal to his core, and immediately his thoughts switched to that of Sephiroth and their latest encounter. The very company and man they stood for went against everything Angeal had been lead to believe, and the insipid corporate leaders they answered to had lied about everything. His past, the nature of the experiments, and the origin of all those involved in the JENOVA Project, were nothing but half truths paired with a ruse to keep them obedient to serve Shinra unquestioningly. The mere sight of these suits before him brought about an unforeseen anger in Angeal, and as they all made to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, the former SOLDIER took but one step forward.
Without warning he drew the standard issue SOLDIER Longsword that had been placed on his back, where his former Buster Sword would have rested, and turned in full to point the blade at Reno's neck. Angeal would not be made to suffer at the hands of Shinra ever again, and sought to eliminate any associate of the company no matter whose side they were on, and no matter whom it was. "Why are the likes of Shinra filth desecrating this sanctum of the Light!?" he yelled, demanding an answer out of Tseng's right hand man. However it would seem the wielders of the Darkness had other plans for this encounter, for as Angeal turned his gaze over his shoulder back to Weiss, the man in white had already launched himself airborne to gather distance.
Refusing to let the enemy gain a vantage point on him from afar, Angeal leaped into the air after the Immaculate, letting his pair of white angel wings expand from his right shoulder in the process to gain any additional height required. As he neared the peak in his jump's arc, the man opened fired on the point where the others remained, which only provoked Angeal to haste in speed as he made his descent. With a powerful downward slash, retaining enough strength to produce a small crater in the earth if missed, Hewley brought his blade down upon Weiss in an attempt to cleave him down the middle.
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Post by reno on Aug 20, 2011 23:34:22 GMT -5
Reno couldn’t help be feel lost. Not only did this place make absolutely no sense to him whatsoever ( How the hell did it stay constantly with six inches of water?), but people were appearing left and right, each with some bizarre turn of events. First arrived some kid with hair that at first had the Turk thinking there was another “SOLDIER” in the house… marsh. But when some enormous key appeared in his hand… Then again these were the bizarro worlds, right?
Jordan’s arrival on his right got Reno’s attention a blink and a “So the portals got you here too?” under his breath was his acknowledge meant of the other Turk. The Red head was more focused on the deranged clown that had started a speech worthy of the President of Shin-Ra in length. His hand tensed on the uncharged EMR, finger hovering over the on button. Something about the clown didn’t sit right with the Turk, despite the obvious. He felt the man could murder and walk away like a schoolgirl who just kissed her crush. He addressed the company almost comically, and finally announced his fellow villain, the one Reno couldn’t name before. “Deepground” Reno muttered to himself in recognition. Weiss the Immaculate, of course the name was familiar to him. Not that he knew much that went on, someone would have to ask Valentine for that, but he very much knew the names.
He also felt a pit form in his stomach.
Helen’s arrival only got a swift head turn when her footsteps approached him. Reno was on high alert now, the light might outway the dark, but by the looks of the enemies in front of him, three Turks, a boy with a huge key and a SOLDIER might just not cut the cheese. Turks weren’t made to fight like SOLDIER was. Of course they had to know how for the situations that called for it, but a Turk wasn’t going to be sent to wipe out an army like Sephiroth would have. Reno was confident that they were going to hold their own but… if it turned to a fight (and by the tenseness of the Keyboy and Angeal that was going to happen eventually)… Could they win?
Without Tseng here, that left Reno incharge. Three Turks, randomly dropped into the mist of two villains and two heroes… and Reno had to make sure they made it out alive. Squaring his shoulders, the Turk was going to say something to the Immaculate until… he found a sword rather close to his neck.
Aquamarine eyes locked with Mako infused one as another former Shin-Ra employee called him the scum of the earth. “What the hell Angeal?!” Reno said stepping out of the blades reach, EMR brushing it aside slowly. “If anything we are ON your side right now!” Go figure, bring up the feud right now, right when the enemy could get the advantage on you! Reno swiftly turned his eyes to gaze back at the shirtless Deepground Leader just as…
“Down!” Reno barked at his Turks (and probably Angeal since he was so close), splitting them apart from the little group that was starting to form. The bullets whizzed over his head as he hit the wet ground, the front of his suit getting a through splashing. Rolling swiftly to his feet the Turk was about to turn the EMR on… until he realized how wet the thing was. Cursing about a dozen words rapidly, the Turk eyed the EMR’s equipment slot, noting the still weak Cure and Bolt Materia. Apparently unless the EMR dried out enough not to frizz when he dried it, he was going to have to rely on those… and that little gem of a technique he learned a while back.
Angeal was already making his move towards Weiss in an effort to cleave him in half. If that worked or not, Reno wasn’t about to stare at to know. He turned to the other Turks, hoping they had taken his advice and dropped to the ground as well. Either way, he lowly said to them “Separate but together!”
If the Turks remembered the small little phrases they used back in training at times of peril both would know exactly what Reno meant. Don’t group but chain up your attacks with one another. Alone the Turks weren’t that great of a fighting force, but if the three could work together…
Reno was off and running now, on the far outside of where the little group had gather. Angeal was focused on the shirtless Tsviet but Reno’s eyes were on the clown. Get them apart, make them fight the lot of use separately. Reno felt serious, for the first time in a while, his adrenaline was pumping, heart racing.
He was back in action.
Waving the EMR in to get the Materia flowing, the Turk thrust his right hand out and called the thunder element damage down onto to the clown with the cry of “Bolt!”. The Bolt came down from the sky with a crack, and even though Reno didn’t expect it to do much damage, or even hit, it hopefully separated the two villains, giving Angeal the advantage of not being countered by the clown.
The Turk was grinning as the adrenaline pumped throughout him. So this is what it’s like to be a SOLDIDER, eh?[/I]
Cooldowns: Bolt: 1 post remaining (Sends a single, minor bolt of lighting to the target. Causes lighting elemental damage.)
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"It's just...they really need me. I have to go. I am who I am, because of them."
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Post by Sora on Aug 22, 2011 7:57:20 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480px,true][atrb=cellpadding,3px,true][atrb=cellspacing,3px,true][bg=939d8f] Too late for whispers, too late for the blush The past is mercy, while the future's glow (won't you let it go) Blue eyes darted forth to the new entrant that appeared on the beautiful white throne that must have been Cosmos's seat. The boy with the key imagined the beautiful young woman sitting there... until that image was destroyed by the newcomer sprawling his flamboyantly colorful limbs, destroying the pure white. If it was not for the rainbow coloring of this man, it would have been admired as something vibrant and radiant. But the face of this man is what first gave away that his cheeriness was not for anything good or benevolent. Sora's world was too small that he wasn't familiar with the concept of a circus, but this clown's pale make-up seemed to be bleached into his crooked smile of a face. As if it wasn't make-up at all, like there was some sort of horrific story behind the mask that wasn't really a mask. The jester's proclamation was the obvious and last give-away, and Sora gasped in slight surprise.
"What!? There's no way I'm letting you destroy this world or everything! ... that we will let you stop us from protecting everything!" he stated and re-stated, remembering at least he was not alone with this idea. He looked between the first man in darker clothing and the bare-chested man in white, listening to the latter's words. "You may be right, destruction can be used to protect. But, there's more to life than just destruction!" he exclaimed, before hearing the outburst of the former man towards more men and women appearing in black suits. And from his words, a word he had not heard of before. "Shin-ra...? What's Shinra?" he questioned, wondering if the people in black suits were bad. If the guy that said destruction was worthless thought these people were scum, then were they outnumbered?
He hunched down in a battle position, shifting his feet and turning so his vision could encompass everyone. The guy Sora now identified as Angeal, thanks to the guy in the black suit that... looked so close to Axel that it was uncomforting declared that they were on his side. Were they? There was no way of knowing. And when his mind was uncertain, he knew he had to follow his heart. This guy called Angeal thought destruction was worthless, so he felt it was right to fight alongside him. If the people in black suits that were this 'Shinra' said they were on his side, then he would have no choice but to take their word for it so long as they didn't get in his way. If they didn't attack him while he stopped these bad guys wanting to spread destruction, then he wouldn't have a problem with them.
Then, it began.
The man in white pulled out twin swords and in a heartbeat, Sora almost felt his heart stop as bullets whizzed towards him before he could comprehend them. One struck him clean through his side, the other however pierced into his shoulder and hit bone. He grit his teeth and suddenly he was running, headed towards the throne. It wasn't the first time he had been shot at - the pirates at Port Royal had shot him a few times before he had taken them out. But the bullets they shot hadn't been as fast a draw as the man in white, and the man called Angeal was already leaping through the air to cleave down on him before Sora could retaliate. With the shirtless man preoccupied and the other people in black suits at range he was uncertain of, Sora was pacing through the shallow water towards the low white seat for the fool he was sure he had seen somewhere before.
And then the man that looked like Axel's double yelled out a spell, and a thunderbolt headed for his target. As the Thunder spell whizzed past him, he his own idea. "Freeze!" he called, pointing his keyblade forward as his Blizzaga spell snapped forth, but it was not quite aimed directly at Kefka. It was aimed at his feet, and the shallow water around the throne would help the freezing process faster to cement the harlequin to the ground so the Bolt spell could hit it's target. To help amplify the damage, he also threw his Kingdom Key into the spell so it would also land in the shallow water alongside the ice block his Blizzaga would create to act as a lightning rod.
"You want to destroy everything?" came Sora's smug humor, despite the burning pain from the bullets in his shoulder. "Let's start by stomping you!"
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Blizzaga: A quick shoot-off-the-hip ice elemental spell, he points his keyblade at a target(s) and orbs of frosty ice fan out from the tip, damaging them with the ice's sharpness and frostburn. Three posts.
TAG Weiss, Angeal, Reno, Helen, Jordan, Kefka WORDS ~ SONG The Messanger by Dissidia Original Soundtrack~ NOTES For Cosmos! Rawr~ |
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Post by skycoston on Aug 23, 2011 17:56:02 GMT -5
Gone in a second, ultimate destruction! Gods are warring, sorrow never-ending! Endless chaos for, an eternity! Welcome to... The abyss!!
The jester's attention turned towards Weiss, grinning at the Deepground SOLDIER's statement.
"But it's fun even when it's senseless!" Kefka added joyfully. This didn't prove half as interesting as what Kefka witnessed next. Angeal see,ed to distrust these suits from this 'Shinra'. This can work to my advantage, Kefka thought, imagining images of Angeal attacking the suits, or recklessly refusing to keep them from harm's way. Sora's shout snapped him out of his daze, leaving him enough time to recognize Blizzaga cementing him to the ground.
"What's this?!" Kefka demanded, just before he spotted the keyblade at his feet and the Bolt spell left sparks dancing across his body. Kefka slowly looked at Sora, glaring darkly at him as his eye twitched.
"OW!! How DARE you!!" Kefka roared, his body beginning to glow a pale violet. The energy seemed to eat away at his outfit, leaving naught but a loineclothe around his middle. The energy seeped into his skin, passing on its color to Kefka while golden hooks formed down his torso. Large feathered wings tore from his back, expanding to their full span as a pair of feathered wings emerged beneath them. With a flap of his wings Kefka broke from the ice and flew skyward in a flash of light. The God of Magic set his eyes on Sora, a cold grin crossing his face.
"Hope, dreams, such pitiful things... I will destroy them all!" Kefka cried out, a white circle forming beneath him. Another rose from it, through Kefka and into the air before it raced through the sky over the two Turks towards Sora. All the while it rained large balls of white magical energy that erupted in powerful explosions as they impacted with their targets or the ground.
"Pitiful mortals! Kefka crowed, spreading his wings as a golden glyph formed behind him. Upon it was three orbs: one red, one blue, one yellow. The glyph erupted into light as Kefka rose his hand into the air to charge the powerful attack.
"Destruction to all!! Kefka screamed, thrusting his arm downward as the glyph vanished and the sky lit up. From the heavens plummeted a pillar of light that crashed into the battlefield with Sora at its epicenter. The attack, capable of leveling a town, consumed the ground beneath Kefka with its blinding radiance. Kefka assumed the Turks would be caught up on it, and it pleased him.
"Whoa-ohohohohohohohohoho~!! Kefka laughed, a flash of light returning him to his jesterly state. He fell from the sky, plopping directly back upon the throne with a grin.
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Abilities used: Ex Mode (Cool Down Four Posts) Forsaken (Cool Down Four Posts) Light Of Judgment
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Post by jordan on Aug 23, 2011 19:09:53 GMT -5
"So the portals brought you here too?" Reno asked Jordan under his breath. Jordan nodded and looked at Helen as she approached. Jordan was curious about this place it seemed so strange. Then Jordans mind snapped back as Angeal turned to hold his blade to Reno's neck.
Jordan almost moved to stop Angeal. Then his vision swung back to the clown and the shirtless man. He saw the shirtless man jump back and "down!" Reno yelled as the shirtless man shot at them.
Jordan ducked and heard the bullets whiz past his ears. Then Jordan stood and got into a fighting stance. He saw Reno stand and look at his EMR. Reno spouted a string of swear words as he saw the EMR was too wet to turn on. Anywhere else Jordan would have chuckled a little he couldn't here.
Reno gave some orders then rushed forward using bolt on the clown. Jordan had heard his orders and nodded. he lifted his hand and the time materia glowed. "HASTE!!" Jordan yelled as a circle of light hovered quite a bit in front of him and dropped something. Jordan stood in his fighting stance deciding what to do. He was worried by the attack, visibly so probably. Then a huge explosion rained from the heavens. Jordan's indecisiveness had probably saved him. Jordan growled. such power this was trouble. Jordan looked at the clown again. That Kefka had transformed. Jordan ignored the slight burning pain from the blast and ran at Kefka.
Jordan hoped that Kefka was tired from the attack. Jordan was still moving at double speed. He approached Kefka and jumped launching a strong punch at the clowns face. ---------------------------------------------------------- Haste: doubles speed for 3 posts [4 post cooldown, 2 uses per thread] (ooc note: sorry this is all i could kiss . . . not sure if its right.)
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