Raid #120

[Helen Atalanta]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background: url(http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b235/Aeris10102/FF/Turks/beautiful-pattern-3.jpg); width: 450px; border: 10px groove #003031, bTable] 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] Helen felt the muscles in her shoulders and legs tensing as she was suddenly aware of the fact that Angeal, the honour-bound ex-Soldier(if ex was the appropriate term for how he left), was apparently unhappy with their presence. She held herself back for a moment as Reno calmly curtly explained that they were on the same team. What happened next was a blur. It was like the white-haired man had cast haste or something similar upon himself. The way he moved- it was most certainly not normal. It was, if Helen could properly estimate, likely no more than three nanoseconds and the man had his double gunblades in hand and aimed at herself and each of her comrades. And apparently, in such little time, he also had managed to work in a series of deadly-accurate shots. It was a miracle that Helen was able to drop(in a very similar fashion to Reno, minus the fact that her fall may have been a tad bit more graceful and less watery) to the ground in time to miss the projectiles. Her body seemed to be acting of it's own will, like muscle memory was taking over, listening carefully for orders from her superior and carrying them out to a tee. "Separate but together!" Helen recalled the code and nodded briefly before taking a step away to read the situation. The enemies appeared to be completely disjointed with attacks. As the clown man thing was attacked by a child with hair almost comparable to Strife's and Reno, she turned her attention to Angeal's battle. She didn't doubt that the man could handle his own against the man, but the clown seemed to have plenty of problems to deal with already. However, before she could even begin to think of attacking- BOOM!! the brightest, hottest light she had ever seen crashed down from the sky, sending her back a few feet even despite the fact that she did not get caught in the attack itself. Her worry took immediate precedence over her anger as she scrambled to her feet and sprinted toward her fellow Turk(almost alongside Jordan,) cursing the obnoxious demonic clown's existence. She wasted no time ducking to the opposite of Jordan's position on the Clown and aiming a powerful butterfly kick at his head. Angry? Oh, that was an understatement. If she wasn't already in a bad mood...	[atrb=style, width: 100px; vertical-align: top;]
[atrb=style, background: #003031; width: 100px; vertical-align: top;][cs=2] Comments: I am SO sorry this took so long.... Mom decided that she was going to cut off my internet... -.-; Shouldn't take so long next time for me to get a post up though!
[atrb=border,0,true,][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2] If I'm not there in time I'll send my emmissary

[weiss]

Weiss smirked a bit as he heard the infighting between the group that had appeared to defend the world. Perhaps he could convince Angeal to turn around and deal with the Turks. For now though, he was preoccupied with the need to dodge the monolithic sword that was coming down on his head. The shirtless Emperor threw himself to the side, hitting the ground with a roll to avoid the Hero's blade.

The Immaculate Tsviet rose quickly after the roll was done, what clothing he wore rather damp due to the water. In addition to that, his hair now looked even more of a crazy sight. While part of Weiss' wild silver hair was still in the air, part of it was soaked and sticking onto his neck and back. He took a moment to look at the damage done by Angeal's blade, a rather large crater surrounding the impact site.

"You would fight with those dogs of Shinra?" Weiss began to call into question the Turks' employer. "They have caused so much trouble in our world. They oppressed and kept my people sealed underground until the day I freed them!"

The Emperor of Deepground wasn't lying about that bit of information. It was what had so greatly roused his ire against the world. While speaking, he stole a glance of the rest of the battlefield, the other warriors in this fight were all moving toward Kefka. Even as their attacks came toward the demented jester, he didn't back down and even took to the sky in his lordly form as the God of Magic. Deciding Kefka could handle those others easily enough, Weiss turned his gaze back to Angeal once more.

"Can you bring yourself to side with such filth? Such people that have caused so much of the problems in our world?" He didn't need to inform Angeal of what Weiss himself had done. After all, it was completely justified.

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Rapid Fire- Cooldown: 1 post.

[griever]

The sound of water and earth cracking as one filled the air when Angeal's blade collided with the ground; the former SOLDIER's blue mako eyes widening slightly out of surprise when the Tsviet displayed a very agile dodge roll. Hewley took his eyes off his sword to focus on Weiss, and slowly stood up a moment after The Immaculate, never taking his eyes off him for a second. The intensity of the combat from the others remained evident in the flashes of light that reflected off the bare chested man's complexion, accompanied by a symphony of taunts, spell chants and battle cries. They were far away enough from the others that Angeal could distinct what Weiss had asked, and so turned his gaze to that of the Turks in their brawl in unison with the Emperor of Deepground, then back to the bright mako fueled orbs once more. This man, whoever he was, had former ties with Shinra as well, or rather appeared to. The way he spoke about the Turks reflected something of himself, and his own reasons for turning his back on Shinra. They had lied to Angeal and betrayed him, so was it any surprise that they would do something so similar to this Weiss character? The company had many dark secrets, most of which were often kept hidden from a majority of eyes. Leather creaked as Angeal tightened the grip on his sword as he stood there for a moment, furrowing his brow as he attempted to control his growing anger. It was then that his hand began to shake, when Angeal shook his head to bring his focus back to Weiss.

"I could never again side with Shinra, in this life or any other. They will meet their fate in due time, however I cannot allow them or anyone like him," paused Angeal as he then gestured to the form of Kefka with a nod, then looked back to the Tsviet. "To continue to destroy the lives of the innocent." Hewley then took a single step forward, and brought up the long sword to point it in the direction of the white haired man. "If that is your purpose as well, then my honor will leave me no choice." declared the raven haired warrior as he took a firm grip with both hands on his sword, readying his battle stance. "If you don't stand for something, you'll fall for anything. Freedom is something I believe in standing for, whether it's from the captivity of Shinra or the wrath of the Darkness. For those who fight for it, life has a flavor the sheltered will never know."

Despite the possible fact that the two may have had common ground on their opinion of Shinra, and those who still considered themselves employees of the company, Angeal could not live with himself if he allowed Weiss to bring about the deaths of the innocent. This place, despite its severe lack of population, remained a symbol to the Light and held great significance to those who believed in a better future to come. He himself only hoped that his efforts could help those who sought this a reality for them, but knew full well that so long as beings like Kefka still freely roamed the stars, that such a dream would never come to pass for those who deserved it. Angeal remained ready, and awaited Weiss' decision in regards to their duel, or Kefka and the Turks.

[reno]

Things had gone from totally bizarre to the reaction that would warrant Reno’s mouth to drop open.

The kid with the key’s attack caused the lighting bolt to hit right on target, something the Turk wasn’t expecting. He half wished he had had the time to raise the Materia’s level, for if it was actually Bolt2 or Bolt 3, it might do some decent damage. But all it seemd to do was piss the crazy clown off. Luckily enough though, he seemed pissed at the kid, but when he suddenly transformed into purple-half-naked-guy-with-lioncloth, Reno’s smug smirk from his Bolt landing, turned into a “Holy shhhh-” face. Half frozen at the appearance, Reno kicked his legs into gear, to edge farther back from the bizarre man. But the attack that came out of him, headed towards the kid… and, with a bizarre cold jerk from what seemed to be his stomach, his fellow Turks. “HELEN! JORDAN!” He shouted at them, in something that resembled worry. “LOOK OUT!”

Then it hit, a bright white, hot flash that made Reno stumble and raise his hands to his eyes, even though he was a bit to far for any real damage to take place. For a moment he was half tempted to bring his googles down over his eyes to see, but the light had already semi-blinded him for the moment anywho. Disoriented, he, with almost vain, looked to see if the other two Turks were ok… and…

They had listened. Jordan was suddenly moving like a bolt towards the evil clown attempting to punch it in the face. Helen followed up, not as fast due to the lack of haste, with a kick to the other side of the clown. The Red head was grinning, seeing that they had taken his advice.

He saw Angeal miss the strange shirtless man on his right, but he wasn’t too focused on them now. Maybe he should have, for the conversation would have most likely sparked some not so pretty words… something the Director, if that was the way he was, would have put duct tape over Reno’s mouth for saying… So it was probably was best, for the company’s sake, that Reno actually was quite focused on the Clown.

Separate but together.[/color] Reading himself, Reno tightened his grip on the still wet EMR, before taking off running towards the clown, shoes splashing as he moved.

Reno let out a yell of “Arggggh!” in a hope to get the demented jester’s attention on him. This distraction, combined with the speed of Jordan’s punch, and the power of Helen’s kick would leave the jester dazed enough for Reno to bash his head to the ground with his EMR. Of course, if the two didn’t actually hit them, Reno might be in some deep doggy doo doo. Yet… at least if the kid survived the blast that had been centered around him… It gave him time to get back into the game. Three Turks were quite the distraction.

And could pack quite the punch.

[Sora]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,480px,true][atrb=cellpadding,3px,true][atrb=cellspacing,3px,true][bg=939d8f] Kneeling journey dressed in a cloak of shadows The hunting's grim for the innocent eyes "There's more where that came from, funny man!" Sora smirked as he kept running towards the jester, holding out his hand as in a flash of light, his keyblade disappeared from the ground where it had been thrown and back into his right hand. His big shoes soon stopped their treading through the shallow waters as he watched the colorful man suddenly rise up into the air and transform into a new angelic form. Whoa, he can't have been that easy to defeat, could he? Angelic was too soon a word, as his dark purple skin, devil wings and discolored eyes made him look more demonic. Soon the clown's new form had cast a spell his way, one that looked like a deadly version of a ping-pong game as a white orb bounced between two flat zones. He took off again as the spell curved towards him, and he resolved to try and prevent being hit by the spell by slicing his keyblade at the bouncing orb to either deflect it back at it's caster, or slice it in half to negate it. Neither worked. As soon as he hit the spell, he was hit by an explosion, and the force sent him smashing face-first into the ground. Water splashed up as smoke rose around him, and he grunted from the pain. He wasn't about to be a sitting target though, and although his front was now soaked pushed himself back up to keep moving. His original target was now summoning some sort of spell behind him, and before he saw the grotesque cupid wave his hand down targeting him, he heard the words of Angeal countering that of Weiss. "For those who fight for it, life has a flavor the sheltered will never know." He didn't know who Angeal meant truly by the sheltered, but what he said about fighting for life struck a chord with him. He fought for life as well... not only for himself, Riku and Kairi, but everyone in all the worlds to stop them from falling to the malicious darkness. And that included the people he was looking for, those that were waiting for him to heal their sadness, not just because of darkness but those who used it as a malicious tool for destruction to make them suffer. People like Aqua who had suffered, locked away in the Realm of Darkness and feeling isolated and alone until he had reached out from the Light to pluck her back into salvation. And there were others still out there like her waiting for him... and if he failed now when everything was on the line, their chance to be saved from their grief would be lost forever. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Kefka's hand waved down to center upon him, and a bright light from the heavens lit up above him. He may have just met these people fighting on his side, but this encounter he had witnessed their dreams and their hopes that Kefka had said were pitiful things worth destroying. And from that, was born a new connection that would strengthen and bond with his own shared ideals to help people like Angeal reach his hopes and dreams. "You're not the only one who can change forms!" he yelled over the sound of the pillar of Light exploding down upon him, and as the brutal Light of Judgment blasted down into him causing damage a following explosion ripped out from the center of his form. Energy shattered off his new clothing from his new power like broken glass. "Give me strength!" As the light and the explosions cleared, Sora was using Dodge Roll along the ground as the last of the pillar slammed into the spot he was last standing, reducing the last of the limit which the first half had already caused him damage. But his clothes had now changed their color scheme, white sleeves and red shorts with yellow boots revealing he had changed into his Limit Form. Light specs fell off his form as he came out of the roll and came upright on his feet, his torso glowing red momentarily. This time he pointed his keyblade towards Kefka with one gloved hand as the physical attacks of the Turks took place, but was confident his attack wouldn't hit them as sixteen lasers of light burst forth from the tip and homed in towards the harlequin, in the form of Ragnarok as he floated freely backwards while using it. "You who's hopes and dreams are worth destroying? Yours!" --- Blizzaga: Two posts remaining. (Sora cannot use magic in his Limit Form.) Ragnarok: Optionally performing a melee combo at the start, Sora can charge up the tip of his keyblade and unleash sixteen lasers of Light at the enemy for holy magic damage, which home in on the enemy. Cooldown is used once only per Limit Form. Limit Form Sora's Drive Form clothes change to the color scheme of his fifteen-year old self, and is able to use abilities he learned from his first adventure. Duration: Three posts. Cooldown: Four posts. Dodge Roll: Sora can reduce or negate the damage of one attack by combat-rolling rapidly in a forward somersault, moving left or right along the ground to strafe his opponents. While he is rolling, the action gives him temporary invincibility, but going into or coming out of the action he can still be damaged. Duration: One post. Cooldown: One post. TAG Weiss, Angeal, Kefka, Helen, Reno, Jordan WORDS ~ SONG The Messenger by Dissidia Original Soundtrack NOTES Sora goes into Limit Form 'cause he hasn't made friends with anyone... just yet~

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The Staff is Reviewing this Raid!

The battle is over!

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After a lot of Voting on the winner, we have chosen that the Light would have won this battle.

The Light has captured the Order's Sanctuary!

Since Angeal Hewley, Sora, Jordan Sanatsuke Helen Atalanta, and Reno have won, they are allowed an upgrade of one ability or one modification to his powers and will be notified. Requests are to be PMed to Vincent. Congrats!