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Post by Larxene on May 18, 2012 11:58:36 GMT -5
100 Acre Woods has been attacked by Darkness. Dark Group | Attacking: Jihl Nabaat [Leader] Claire Silv
Mordred [/size][/color][/blockquote] ----- The Light has five 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 Larxene on May 23, 2012 13:35:07 GMT -5
A Light Group of Five has Countered the Attack! Light Group | Defending: Hayden [Leader] Noctis Ventus
Serah
[/size] Eight [/size] [/blockquote] ---- Posting Order: Mordred, Eight, Silv, Ventus, Claire, Serah[/size], Jihl, Noctis, then Hayden[/font][/size] ---- If no winner has been decided by June 23rd, 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 mordred on May 23, 2012 15:38:07 GMT -5
A corridor opened up, a blight of darkness in the bright 100 Acre Wood. Well, not AS bright, since the Nobody had arrived in the night time. Mordred walked through the corridor, closed it and looked around. He was unsure how he got here but he could sense this world was... different. Very different. There were few hearts around and he sensed that this world was rather fragile, as if it had been taken apart and put back together, at least twice. Mordred walked down the path, his hood over his face. As he rounded the corner, he saw a tree house. Not, as one might imagine, a small, homemade building hidden in the branches, but a tree being used as a house. It was... well, rather uninteresting, in Mordred's opinion, as his attention was focused on the small creature sitting on a log in front of a lit campfire. He saw that the creature had somehow gotten its head stuck in a pot of something called "Hunny". Mordred could only imagine that it was, in fact, Honey misspelled. As the creature kept trying to free his head from the pot, Mordred walked over as silently as possible. The creature finally gave up, sighing and saying, "Oh Bother..." Mordred shook his head and sighed, grabbing the pot and freeing it from the creature's (a small bear, from what Mordred could see) cranium. He sat the pot down and looked at the creature, as if studying it.
"Oh thank you, friend. My name is Pooh. What is yours?" Pooh asked, standing up. Mordred cocked his head, wondering if he knew what he was. Then he shook his head. Of course, he wouldn't. No one seemed to know what a Nobody was. "Mordred. I've come to ask you a question..." Mordred said. It was a bluff, but Mordred gathered, from the label on the pot that Pooh was not quick-minded. Perhaps he could use that to his advantage. So Mordred leaned in and whispered, "What is the nature of the Heart?" Pooh looked at Mordred, thought for a bit... and then sat down and started tapping his head, completely lost in thought. Mordred looked down at the campfire. It had just been made from the looks of it.
The Nobody waved his hand over the campfire, the torches floating up and around Mordred. He then waved his hand again and the torches flew in all directions. Wherever they landed, a fire began to spread, slowly consuming the forest. One even landed in Pooh's house and started a fire there. Mordred then sighed, wondering why anyone would make a world that was as flammable as this. He then started walking away as the fires continued to spread, patting Pooh on the head as he left, who was still lost in thought.
"Think, think, think, think."
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OoC: (NEEDLESSLY EVIL INTRO GO!)
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Post by makovi on May 23, 2012 16:07:24 GMT -5
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The boy watched the man enter the world from afar, a good distance away from him, propped up on a tree, about 20 feet off the ground. Leaning against the girth of the tree itself, one knee was propped up while his elbow rested atop it, his other leg dangling free and his arm hanging loose. In his mouth was a single piece of straw that he had taken to chewing on while he caught some shut eye. Not the most attractive thing, but relaxing all the same.
As the man interacted with the Bear, Eight began to lessen his guard. He seemed friendly enough by mere appearance. This however changed quickly, as the mans intentions soon became much clearer. He was, by any and all means, a villain. As the candles spread out and the flames began, he was stuck in a momentary paralysis of astonishment.
"What the..."
Recovering from his momentary shock, his mind shot into survival mode. The fires had not reached his tree yet, nor where they blocking any of his clear pathways to the attacker. As soon as the man turned his back to Eight, he dropped down from behind the tree. Watching the man, he figured he had to at least try and stop him. He knew that if he had even decent hearing he would have a good chance of hearing Eight before he got right up on him, but he hoped he could cover the distance with his increased speed with enough time left to land a good strike.
Charging forth, Eight shot into a full sprint, attempting to reach Mordred and throw a clean, quick roundhouse kick directly to the man's face, specifically his temple. He kept his wits about him however, prepared to use his hands to keep himself from falling, and to get him back on his feet and put distance between the two if the strike failed or was blocked. It was a risky move, but as the old timers always claimed, no pain, no gain. He knew the man could teleport to some extent, the real question was if he could apply this to combat. Eight kept the possibility in his mind, knowing that those who could teleport had a knack for appearing right behind you.
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first raid, chuck norris to the face.
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Silv
Heartless/Nobody
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Post by Silv on May 24, 2012 5:18:35 GMT -5
Heading through the Corridors like always to nowhere, she at least had no clue of where she was headed, but she never truly had a destination in mind. Instead, she just went anywhere, torment the place, have some fun slaying people, and then go back on her journey through the Darkness. The only real destination she could think of was the Olympus Coliseum where she passed by from time to time to see if there was a new tournament coming up.
The tournaments were one of the few things she liked to participate in, but she was getting quite frustrated from losing many times so far. I should try and train some more, maybe some place.. she looked around as she tried to look through the Corridors to some world. It appeared she was around a more... stranger area, wasn't this the world of stuffed animals?
Silv noticed some fire spreading, the stuffed talking bear and a man that had a Dark presence. However, sensing him seemed difficult, must be a Nobody, a difficult one to find unless she could actually see the person self. Unlike the next presence that moved towards the Nobody, a heart to be collected, she thought to herself as she quickly dashed through the Corridors.
When the boy started to try and kick Mordred in the face, a hole in the air opened towards the Corridors as Silv moved out above Eight. She had swung her axe a bit sidewards and upwards with the idea of chopping the boy's head clean off at the throat. The Heartless girl swung her axe down with full force to remove the head and split the ground underneath. If a shield would pop up, she hoped to break through it by applying full strength in her attack.
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Post by cyclone on May 24, 2012 9:17:47 GMT -5
"A book to awaken the powers within you." That's what Merlin had called this place the last time Ventus had come upon it. He still remembered the strange meeting on that day (among everything else that had happened), and it had been helpful, if he thought about it. Still, back then he hadn't had much of a chance to explore, to see that there was really a whole world inside the book. It seemed a little odd at first, but maybe that was normal for some of these other worlds. Maybe every world had a world inside a book!
It had been an interesting idea, and he may have been too curious to say "no" to a side-trip when he passed Merlin's house at the now vastly different Radiant Garden. After seeing how different the place had become, it was hard to resist the idea of training in a simple and hopefully not changed world like the one in the book. He'd just take a look around for a little bit. Maybe it would help him like it had on his last visit, and he couldn't pretend he didn't need that. However, he'd found the world curiously empty. He seemed to keep missing any inhabitants, and had taken refuge in a low branch on a tree for the moment.
"I don't feel any extra powers in me." He frowned, looking at his hands as if expecting them to glow or something. When that didn't happen (surprisingly), he shrugged. Maybe it didn't just work like that. The place was nice- it really did have a storybook feel to it- but just standing there probably wasn't going to do much. Preparing to leave and continue on his way, Ven leapt from the branch and nearly fell when the sight of smoke distracted him.
It wasn't too far, and so all thoughts of leaving forgotten Ven raced towards the source. His first thoughts inexplicably went to "the pages are going to burn!", but he realized with a jolt that it wasn't so much about the pages as it was about the actual trees and everyone living in the pages (book worlds were confusing). He'd met a few of them, and the thought of their homes burning down or them getting injured was enough for him to increase his running speed to try and get there as quickly as possible.
The scene that greeted the boy was a hectic one. Coming to a halt, his biggest concern was the fire that was slowly spreading through the area. How had that even happened? Frantically he looked around for something, anything, a stream or a pond or something to help, but first his eyes fell on Winnie the Pooh. Hurrying over to the bear, Ven tried to shake his out of his apparently deep thought.
"Pooh, you've gotta get out of here! There's a fire!" Unsure if the bear was going to listen (he hadn't even noticed the fire, it seemed!), Ven turned to the two men who had inexplicably decided it was a good idea to fight in the middle of burning trees. Neither of them looked familiar, but he had a feeling they weren't from this world. They looked nothing like Pooh or Tigger, for starters.
"HEY! What are you doing, stop-" Ven cut himself off with a gasp at the appearance of a newcomer right above one of the men. With an ax. Aiming for his head. Panicking, Ven turned and flung his keyblade forward, aiming for her arm to at least try and interfere with her aim. He then readied himself and caught the returning key, running at the three in a ready battle stance since they were obviously a violent group.
What was going on?
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Post by Claire Lovelace on May 24, 2012 11:23:58 GMT -5
A Corridor of Darkness appeared in a small clearing in the quiet darkness and Claire was thrown out of it. She had gotten used to the way that these portals tended to just spit her out and she has been able, most of the time anyway, to adjust herself so she as least landed on her feet. Such was the case this time as Claire harmlessly landed on the ground. As the portal disappeared the girl had a look around. This place didn’t seem to be anything special, just a regular forest like the ones that dotted her world.
She began walking through the forest already looking for a way to leave. This place was too quiet for her although she like the darkness that enshrouded this place. But even with said darkness this forest still seemed too cheery and happy for her taste at least while she was here she could cause some damage and chaos for nothing more than her own amusement. She used her slice through some trees here and there while she walked but soon after she smelt something she recognized instantly. Claire loved the smell of smoke and she red glow of fire caught her attention soon after. She decided to see what was going on so she headed toward the quite beautiful glow of the forest on fire.
When she arrived at the fire she just expected to see simply a bunch of trees burning. That sight was present of course but what was more exciting was that a fight had broken out in the middle of the growing blaze. There was a man in a hood, another man attempting to kick the first man in the head, a woman swooping down to attack the second man, and a, what looked like he was just a kid, attempting to counter the woman’s attack. It seemed like pure chaos and Claire enjoyed the sight. Her amber eyes scanned the fight and the surrounding area. Claire decided to go after the kid. After all, he was trying to stop someone from getting hurt and Claire just couldn’t have that. She cast a Blizzard spell on the boy in an attempt to slow him down and stop his potential interception of the woman’s attack.
Claire then put her other hand out towards the now burning tree house. A smirk formed on her lips as she cast Quake on the house causing it to partially collapse and for other tree around it that were already burning topple over and make contact with other trees that made more trees catch on fire thus making the fire spread more quickly.
Blizzard - Cooldown 1 post. Quake - Cooldown 3 posts.
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Post by Serah "Farron" Villiers on May 25, 2012 14:34:26 GMT -5
[/color] Serah said and looked at her floating companion. "The fire must be tamed, kupo!" Mog said. Serah could not agree any more. Serah grabbed at Mog as he turned into her bowgun. Serah broke into a run to get closer to the fire. With a movement of her hand, she cast Watera at the fire. The fire she had aimed was now out, however there was still such a large fire. That won't be enough, Serah thought. With worried eyes, she cast water in a different direction at the fire. As Serah looked around for something, anything, to help put out the fire she saw a yellow bear with a red t-shirt. Serah quickly ran over to the little guy. He seemed to be thinking quite strongly about something. "We need to get you out of here, are you hurt?" Serah asked, while she bent down to him. Serah then noticed someone else, he seemed to be just as worried as herself. Her attention averted to what seemed to be a fight. Three against one. Before she could talk to the person near her, he dashed off toward the three. "Hey wait!" Serah said as he dashed off. Another newcomer had come and cast a spell which caused the fire to spread. "Hey! Stop spreading the fire!" Serah called out to her. Looking at her unnerved Serah. Holding on to her crossbow and ready to fire, she kept her eyes locked on the woman. "I don't want to fight you!" Serah said sternly. Serah pulled back on the arrow and stood her ground. This needs to stop, Serah thought desperately.[/ul] ---- Water- Deals moderate amount of water damage to a targeted enemy. (Cooldown-1 post). Watera- Deals significant amount of water damage to a targeted enemy. (Cooldown-2 posts). OOC: Sorry for the short post >.<
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Post by jihlnabaat on May 25, 2012 15:04:14 GMT -5
Jihl was sitting on low stone wall, glancing over the fire that started in 100 Acre Woods. The Lieutenant Colonel Nabaat of the PSICOM forces had arrived to that “creepy story tale” world before everyone else and was now waiting for the right moment to appear. Keeping her legs crossed and holding her baton on her lap, the woman simply smiled, as the reflection of the flames shined on her glasses. Such beautiful destruction. Why keep a world as useless as that was in one piece? There was no point. Sure, there were creatures living there but with a little luck (or not), they would have escaped the flames by now. If they didn’t… it wasn’t her problem. Another grin appeared on her lips as her green eyes focused on the small kangaroo in front of her, with his small arms and legs tied up and tape keeping his mouth shut, shaking so much that almost looked like he was being electrocuted.
“Now, now… don’t cry.” Jihl said with an almost nice smile, as she raised poor Roo’s chin with her baton “We are going to crash that party soon enough. And you’re the guest of honour. Maybe you’ll be able to see some of your friends there.” Nabaat stood up, looking to the small woodland creature with extreme disgust. What good were they for? Not even for heavy word or gather information. PSICOM had no use to such… despicable little animals. Perhaps the poor Roo would become a precious hostage, or perhaps not. What Jihl wanted, was already done. The fire was destroying most of that place and that would act as a double function. To bring that silly child’s story world to an end and act as a predicament for anyone who decided to come and save the poor woodland creatures.
Grabbing the small kangaroo by his shirt, Jihl smiled to him before activating her summoning device, using a newly installed application. “Call Reinforcements I”. From both sides of the military woman, two gigantic mechanized creatures appeared, holding threatening golden blades, capable of cutting a big size tree into half with a mere strike. Those were the new acquisition for PSICOM. The manufactured Azure Behemoths. The two bodyguards roared as soon as they were summoned, and Jihl could feel the small woodland creature on her hand shaking in fear. “Do not worry. I’m sure your Mother will be alright. If she was fast enough, maybe she managed to escape this fire.” And with a cold, dark smirk on her lips, Jihl started to walk towards the “Ground Zero”.
The fight had already started. Infuriating flames burning trees and spirits. There were those who wanted to save that place. Jihl could easily locate them. And those, like her, that wanted to make that silly pathetic world, a world of Darkness and Death. Jihl decided not to send her Behemoths to the middle of the fight. That was…. Until her green eyes captured a pink hair girl holding a very familiar bow, aiming at another fighter. Jihl remembered her. They were so alike. Serah. Lightning’s sister, also branded a wretched L’Cie… The wheels of destiny seemed that they were turning on Jihl’s favour. If she managed to get the girl, Lightning would come out of her hiding place faster then her namesake.
“Go…” Jihl said softly, as one of the Behemoths roared and raised his blade, aiming to slice Serah in half. Yes, she had her back turned to Jihl and her guardians… But all was fair in love and war.
---- Call Reinforcements - Jihl can summon up to 2 "Azure Behemoths" to the battlefield. Jihl cannot summon any other member of the PSICOM army to battle as long as the "Azure Behemoths" remain in battle. They stay on field for 4 turns or until they are destroyed. (Cooldown: 4 turns)
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Noctis Lucis Caelum
Hero
Light of the Night Sky[M:0]
"...Well now, you'll have nightmares."
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Post by Noctis Lucis Caelum on May 26, 2012 7:45:59 GMT -5
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"Roo!? Roo!!"
It had been the worst day yet for the prince of a kingdom continuously under siege, and it looked like it was going from worse to nightmarish. Or as the old saying went on his home world, out of the fire and into the warzone. Noctis had been tracking down the cruel and callous woman known as Jihl since her incursion upon Lightning's friends Vanille and Fang... as a favor to the goddess herself. Yes, as it had turned out, Lightning had made a clear and obvious hint that she herself was the goddess and since she had disappeared along with Caius he needed to find her and inquire... no, demand what she meant. That meant tracking down anyone associated with her as his only lead... Vanille and Fang had no idea, so if Jihl had any idea where Lightning was along with him being able to protect the two Gran Pulse-born women from her as well as their I'Cie friends, it would most likely allow him audience with the self-appointed valkryian goddess herself.
He was curious why Jihl's obvious trail markers had lead him to a strange magical world inside a book that had been in Radiant Garden, a book he would have never gone in otherwise, taking in the peaceful scenery until he started to smell and then see smoke. Moving in the same direction was... a large and very animated kangaroo soft toy. Was this a world where stuffed animals came to life? The clearly distressed and feminine kangaroo mother was hopping towards the flames, calling the name of what was obviously her joey in between choked sobbing. She suddenly became started as a creature much taller and larger approached her, looking up in a startled and frightened manner as the figure stood over her - Noctis himself.
"Oh dear! Who are you!? Have you seen my Roo!?" she cried frantically, looking up at the strange man in dark clothing alarmingly. Noctis knelt down in front of her, not smiling, but an expression in a mix of determination and concern crossing his features. "My name is Noctis, and what does your Roo look like... is that a friend of yours?" he inquired sincerely, looking her in those shiny black eyes of her to show he meant no harm or disrespect. "My Roo is my son, and he looks like a smaller version of me but with a blue shirt on... a woman about as tall as you with brown hair and black glasses took him from me and now I can't find him... if he got caught in the fire I don't know what I'd do!" she wept. "That woman...!" Noctis grunted in recognition, then composed himself and put a reassuring hand on the marsupial's shoulder. "Don't worry, I know who has him, I'll go retrieve him for you. If you have a safe place to hide from the fire, gather as many of the civilians that live in this forest and take them there."
With a tear and a nod, the kangaroo gushed a grateful "Oh, thank you ever so much! I'll be in the depths of the maze within Spooky Cave. Please save my child, and be careful!", before she bounced away from the wildfire. Noctis got up and started to jog quickly, covering a hand over his mouth to stop himself from inhaling all the smoke, until his hazy vision within the woods cleared as he found himself upon a familiar character in the distance... Jihl. As predicted, she was holding Roo within the palm of her hand, and he frowned angrily as he watched her summon two Behemoth-like creatures into the inferno. Something had caught her attention, and he turned his head to see a girl... a girl with strawberry blonde hair held in a ponytail off to one side talking to a small stuffed bear wearing a red shirt, and he had a flashback to when Snow showed him a picture and recognized her as Snow's wife and Lightning's sister Serah. His head whipped around to the side as he continued to hide behind the tree he was concealing himself behind as the Behemoth growl called his attention to Jihl sending them off in Serah's direction, glancing back to see Serah was benevolently trying to put the fires out... and he realized he needed to warn her, and fast.
As Jihl stood and watched triumphantly as her miniature Behemoths went after Snow's most beloved and adored person, a short sword came out of nowhere and attempted to bury itself in a spinning motion into her shoulder, and regardless of if it missed her or lodged itself into the ground or a tree nearby, Noctis appeared as he grabbed a hold of it. At the same time he made an attempt to snatch Roo out of the woman's hand to take advantage of the surprise his throwing-knife of a weapon had made, and before the masochist could do anything he had gone in a flash. Before he had thrown his short sword, he had thrown his halberd in the other direction to pin one of the Behemoths in their thick fleshy hides, and teleported from Jihl to the spear hopefully with having rescued Roo cradled safely in his arm, landing as he spun around the longer handle of the weapon and coming down in a dragoon-like style into the bipedal monstrosity. "Serah, heads up!!!" he warned her in alarm as he finished coming out of his Teleportation, leaping off the beast with momentum to get ahead of the second one that was bearing down it's spinning blade upon her, sliding over the leaf and dirt-covered ground while lifting up his lance and gritting his teeth as he used it's length to try to block in between the young woman and the behemoth bearing down upon her, saving her. As he had slid to a stop to practially almost Steelguard for Serah rather selflessly, the Behemoth's strength pushing down on his own as the serrated blade came within inches of slicing his face off, he focus his telekinetic energy into the weapon and pushed back as wisps of light spiraled around him. "Don't worry about how I know your name just now, you just worry about putting that fire out, we'll handle the source." he suggested in cool tone over his shoulder to her, in having seen she possessed water spells, even if she decided to go after the other villains he had seen now fighting some what he hoped were heroes like themselves.
"Go to the Spooky Cave! If we have to, we'll make our final stand there." he called, watching over the small teddy as he ran away from Serah before he gambled pushing the Behemoth's buzzsaw-like weapon away to face them both.
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Teleportation: Used in conjunction with his Telekinesis, he can teleport to any weapon on the field he has moved with his telekinesis, and use that weapon swiftly. He can then teleport again once having used that weapon or the power of that weapon, and only after someone has interrupted him can he teleport again. (Can teleport to up to two weapons per post/turn, or in other words three weapons per post/turn, at the cost of a cooldown for two turns.)
Battle Theme: Forest Battle (Can you tell my role model is Optimus Prime? Gotta love that honorable big guy, haha.)
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Post by Hayden Katran on May 26, 2012 13:31:40 GMT -5
In the midst of all the confusion from the fire and the fighting, it wasn't likely that anyone noted the door in the half-collapsed tree opening. The gust of air from the Underworld, which reeked of death, was probably a bit more noticeable. The chill made the fire that was across from the door sag for half a second as Hayden stepped through and shut it, looking around.
"What in the world?"
There were two monsters on the field, not heartless or nobody by the looks of it, as well as a keyblader throwing his weapon at an axe-wielder, who was attempting to behead a hand-to-hand combatant attacking a cloaked figure, someone giving off light and in a weapon lock with one of the aforementioned monsters, someone had shot magic at the keyblader to mess him up, and someone trying to douse the fire. Hayden made a split second decision to join in this fight, and drew his deck of cards out of his pocket, drawing the five trump cards of swords and sliding the ace up his sleeve, while suspending the others in ready position, two cards to each hand, hovering with an inch between his fingertips and the cards. His next decision was who to attack. Since there was only one person paying her any heed, and that person was the only one who seemed to be able to douse the flames, Hayden ran at the raven haired woman, palming one of the cards suspended in front of each hand and enlarging the other one to about the size of a large encyclopedia, but still thin as a card would be, and slashing at the woman in an X before kicking the ground to launch himself to the side and out of range, while the twenty-two major tarot cards revolved around him. As he skidded to a stop, he used his left hand to quickly grab the Wheel of Fortune. He trusted this card in front of him and the wheel appeared as an image in front of him, spinning and glowing with yellow energy for a second before discharging a Thunder spell at his target. As the cards returned to their places, Hayden settled into a defensive stance, ready for a counterattack.
ABILITIES USED The Wheel of Fortune: Allows Hayden to cast Fire, Blizzard, or Thunder.
CARD STATUS Ace of Swords: in sleeve Page of Swords: in left palm Jack of Swords: enlarged to 15" long by 12" wide, suspended near left hand Queen of Swords: in right palm King of Swords: enlarged to 15" long by 12" wide, suspended near right hand Other Minor Arcana: in pocket All Major Arcana: in pocket
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Post by mordred on May 27, 2012 16:01:14 GMT -5
As Mordred continued walking off, he felt before he heard someone running after him. The man's Heart was getting nearer and at an alarming speed. When Eight unleashed the roundhouse kick, Mordred held up his arm to block the kick. The Nobody turned his indifferent, scarlet gaze at Eight. "Your Attachment to characters in a storybook is very... foolish." Mordred then noticed a Heartless, a human one no less and jumped away from Eight to keep from being used as a landing pad. The rest of the Heroes and the ones to come to Mordred's aid had come in short order. One of them was Jihl Nabaat, a woman he had allied with earlier. The rest... well... the Nobody quickly used his Analysis to identify everyone in the vicinity. He then noted the presence of one "Noctis Lucis Caelum". He is the dangerous one. Will need to keep an eye on him. Mordred then closed his eyes.
As the fire continued to spread, Pooh had been roused from his thoughts by Serah and immediately found a hiding place to get away from the fire. Which was good for him, as logs began to float and fly over to Mordred. As they flew over to the Nobody, they lit themselves on fire, like giant oversized torches. They floated around Mordred's body before the Analytical Wanderer fired them at Eight, Ventus, Serah, Noctis and Hayden, making sure to direct them around his temporary allies. And should they miss... well, that was just adding more fuel to the already prodigious fire.
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Analysis: 1 post cooldown
Kinetic Smash: 1 post cooldown
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Post by makovi on May 27, 2012 17:57:30 GMT -5
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With one swift movement, he retracted his foot and moved to the side of Silv, evading her attack efficiently. The axe would continue down and either be hit by the keyblade or perhaps she would be hit. Eight had moved to the opposite side of Ven to avoid being hit by his allies attack.
As he came around the side of his opponent, Mordred was already shooting out burning logs, one aimed directly at Eight. Evading the log by continuing his motion and shifting directly behind Silv in hopes that the log would hit her and miss him. If it didn't, he would simply use his third evasion slot to move out of the way.
As he moved behind her, he attempted to grapple Silv by placing both of his arms under her armpits and putting his hands behind her head, then pushing down and foreword to place pressure on her neck.
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Post by Silv on May 30, 2012 3:45:33 GMT -5
Seeing the man retract and move out of the way somehow completely through some sort of ability and the Keyblade coming her way, she figured she'd better make use of the situation as she let go of her axe. Quickly turning her body backwards, Silv moved her legs up and kicked off of the Keyblade to move backwards in the air. At the same time, she hoped to stop the Keyblade from immediately returning to the Keyblader, but knew this wasn't really possible with their ability of recalling their Keyblades.
She tried to quickly scan the area for all the newcomers that had entered the battlefield. There were quite some familiar faces, but she didn't really care about recalling their faces or anything. She might try if they were attacking him, but in the midst of chaos, only the martial artist and keyblader seemed to be bothersome. The cloaked Nobody had started his attack on the forces of Light when suddenly the martial artist appeared behind Silv.
Forming a sphere in her hand, she immediately crushed it to use her Dark Seed ability. This caused a shockwave to protect Silv and in an attempt to toss Eight away or have him take the full impact by staying close to her, maybe he'll collapse from having a shockwave strike him at full force, but also to protect her from the burning logs. So her use of the shockwave was as a defensive skill.
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Post by cyclone on May 30, 2012 13:52:09 GMT -5
One of the group's attempts at delaying his keyblade's return to him lost Ven just enough time that he was hit by a blizzard spell headed his way. He jumped backwards, attempting to shake off the cold, freezing feeling creeping up his arm, eyes frantically searching for the source and landing on Claire. Where were all these people coming from?! Before he had a chance to respond to the woman throwing ice spells at him, she had created a quake to try and speed up the fire's progress. Appalled at the destruction, Ven was slightly relieved so see that another woman was trying to put out the fire with water spells.
"We can't let it spread any more!" He called over to her, hoping she could hear him over the chaos. "It'll burn down the whole forest!" What would happen? Would the book itself suddenly catch on fire? More people had arrived, no doubt drawn by the smoke and fighting, so Ven allowed himself to turn his attention back to the people closest to him: Eight, Silv, and Mordred.
Eight had changed position, trying to knock Silv over, but more pressing was the logs that had lit on fire and were headed right towards everyone. With a split second to think, Ven spun, attacking the log with his keyblade and hoping to send it right back to where it had come from. The heat from the fire on the log helped to defrost the arm that had been hit with the Blizzard spell, for which Ven was thankful, however he was now stuck with a problem: most of his attacks were wind-based, and although he didn't know too much about fire he did know it was dangerous… and that the wind would only help it spread. Frustrated, the boy hope to take advantage of any possible distracted hitting the log back at him might have caused by leaping into the air to strike down on Mordred, keyblade at the ready, hoping that if one connected he could continue with another hit.
[/justify] ---strike raid: good! ---blitz: 2 posts
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