Turning Point (Invite Only; Zidane and Mordred)

[vivio]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: transparent; width: 440px; padding-left:7px, bTable][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,2,true] [STYLE=border-bottom:2px solid #666666; width:auto; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#222222; text-align:left; padding-left:60px;]SORROW [/style] [STYLE=margin-top:-18px; width:auto; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#222222; text-align:right; font-size:10px; margin-bottom:-5;] How do you prove that you exist...? Maybe we don't exist... ◆ [/style] [STYLE=float:left; background:#ffffff; padding:8px; padding-right:5px; color:#444444; float:right; margin-left:-1px; margin-right:10px; opacity:0.8; height: 325px; overflow:auto; width:300; moz-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999; box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999;] Vivi pushed through the dark corridors with little idea of where he was going, just determined to get away from where he had been. The littlest mage did not look his best, for sure. He'd had a really tight run in with some not so friendly people... and had nearly lost his life in his naivete. The littlest mage hobbled forward in a rush, afraid that the madman he was running from could be following him, though he couldn't hear anything in the reverberating darkness of the corridor. He fell forward suddenly, as his stave was not positioned well to take his weight, and landed on his belly, once again face down on the dark, cold ground. It took him a second to return upright. The tiny black mage sat on his knees for a moment and wiped the back of his glove across his forehead, taking deep breaths and regaining his stamina. His body still hurt... it ached across his back from the final blow... a burning sensation from that bright light. Vivi hadn't known there had been such a power in existence. Even in his previous life he had never obtained that amount of potency in his magic. Such a reckless attack as if it were nothing... Vivi had barely rolled into the corridor of darkness in time. ...Was that what mages who lived longer than he did were capable of? He had definitely not escaped unscathed. The mockery and shame probably cut even deeper than the attack did. Vivi had trusted... and he had been wrong to do so. It had nearly cost him everything he had only just finally had returned to him. Vivi had feared the destruction he'd been promised more than he had anything else he'd ever experienced... because he had been utterly alone. No one would have even known he'd died... some of his friends wouldn't even get the chance to know he'd returned... Vivi felt the weight of his foolishness hard against the burning sensation of his back and his throbbing forehead. Fighting against the pain and pushing back the deep upset, Vivi staggered back to his feet and placed the stave in his belt, his hand staying over it as he struggled forward. He reminded himself of his friends. They were waiting for him. He couldn't stop here. He had to keep going until he found them again. Until they could fight together again. Until the end, again. Vivi's belief in his friends made him feel stronger, as if they were there with him. Then he remembered... that's what Zidane had said when he'd found him in Twilight Town, right? Keep your friends with you in your heart and you're sure to find them. Vivi's pain seemed to dull as he focused on this small shard of light to the situation. That madman had not been his friend... his friends were good people... so Vivi was able to push back the hurt. What did his opinion matter? Who was he to Vivi? That's right. No one. Propped up by this small borrowed courage, Vivi stood and walked forward more steadily, able to mostly ignore the sting he felt from the attack. He had no destination, but he could believe that where ever he ended up, he had hope that he might find one of his dear friends and not be alone anymore. Vivi was so absorbed in his thoughts that he didn't notice when an opening appeared ahead until he had nearly walked through it. Being more cautious this time, he gently stuck his head through the portal to see where it went. He gasped in surprise. Was this...? Without a second thought, Vivi pushed through the portal opening and simply stared about him. Was it really... could it be? ...Did he dare to hope? ...Yes... yes... there was no mistaking it... he had been here before! This place... This was home! This was Gaia! The little mage had made it at the time he'd least expected to! Oh if there was hope in any world, it was this one! This was the one place Vivi was sure he'd find his friends again! He turned to look around him, noting the portal had disappeared again. He was standing on a ledge near the top of one of the Aerbs Mountains and he was able to see Aerbs Peak Station in the distance. Vivi imagined the portal must have dropped him a bit out of the way of civilization, but that didn't matter to him. He was right smack in the middle of the most hopeful place he could be! The littlest mage didn't know which way he should go first, towards Alexandria or Lindblum! In his excitement, he didn't notice the edge of his little landing place starting to crumble. When he finally did, he was too late to stop himself from sliding in the small landslide down into one of the valleys between the mountains. He shook his head and righted his hat before slowly standing back up. He dusted himself off lightly. Looking left and right, Vivi could not see any trail, save the one carved out by the valley running through the mountains itself. Feeling a bit more fearless, Vivi turned towards Alexandria, not taking note of the fact that the world had taken on a darker and more sinister feel than when he had left. Vivi was feeling very good about this turn of events. Home was ahead. His friends were waiting to see him again. Surely this could only be the best of luck possible! 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(And so it begins. ^_^- Feel free to enter however and where ever you see fit and to move/allow the little mage to "wander" into whatever type of clearing you prefer. I'm looking forward to what happens next. Don't let me down!)

[mordred]

Mordred's cloak billowed as he walked through the valley towards Alexandria. He had studied the Heart he had stolen from Zidane Tribal. According to his memories, the castle and town ahead were a central piece, almost like a hometown. It was fortunate that he crossed paths with the thief, as this was yet another world's Heart that could be used for his research. But he had to study what weaknesses this world had and how they could be exploited.

As he mused to himself, Heartless began emerging around him. He sighed and stopped in the middle of the valley, the Heartless stalking him. Suddenly, in a flash, Reaper of Light flew out and sliced through the Heartless with ease. It snaked back into his robes as Mordred looked around him. Of course they didn't release Hearts. He was not a Keyblader. But how easy would his research be if he did not have to rely on Keybladers? If he could cull the Hearts from the Heartless themselves? It would make everything so simple. But for now he would have to be content (not that he could be) with what he had. The answer would come to him in time.

Footsteps interrupted his train of thought and he turned, his face looking out from his hood at a small child, his face hidden underneath a rather large hat. Well, except for two yellow eyes. He faced the child and stared at him with his same expression of indifference. He then Analyzed the young mage. "Vivi Orunitia... a black mage... uses a variety of offensive magic... Analysis Complete." He continued staring at the child as if trying to bore into his mind to see what other secrets lie within. "Are you lost, Vivi Orunitia? You seem to be, without anyone to guide you." Mordred merely said. He gleaned other information from Vivi's Heart but would hold onto it for now. He wished to study the child right now.

[vivio]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: transparent; width: 440px; padding-left:7px, bTable][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,2,true] [STYLE=border-bottom:2px solid #666666; width:auto; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#222222; text-align:left; padding-left:60px;]SORROW [/style] [STYLE=margin-top:-18px; width:auto; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#222222; text-align:right; font-size:10px; margin-bottom:-5;] How do you prove that you exist...? Maybe we don't exist... ◆ [/style] [STYLE=float:left; background:#ffffff; padding:8px; padding-right:5px; color:#444444; float:right; margin-left:-1px; margin-right:10px; opacity:0.8; height: 325px; overflow:auto; width:300; moz-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999; box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999;] Vivi stopped in his tracks when he heard the stranger speak his name. His full name... How did that man know his name? Vivi looked the man over. He didn't seem unusual... just a regular man... But that probably didn't mean anything, Vivi reminded himself. His last encounter with a stranger was very fresh, and Vivi was hesitant to trust this stranger to lead him anywhere. Vivi stayed where he was, far out of this person's reach, observing the cold expression on the man's face. The littlest mage shook his head no. "I'm fine. Alexandria is that way." He pointed past the stranger, then realized that he would have to walk past him to get where he was going. With his back still stinging from the last time he'd had to run from someone, Vivi didn't relish the idea of turning his weak spot to this man who Vivi didn't have any idea of, and certainly wasn't sure how he knew his name. Even after he got past this man knowing his full name, Vivi couldn't find himself meeting the man's icy stare for long. It was like the man was trying to pry open Vivi's head with his eyes and have a look at the clockwork moving inside. The tiny mage shuddered at the feeling of the man's eyes on him. "...Who are you?" He asked, thought trying to sound brave, in his timid tone. Vivi didn't trust this person, but he was not a rude or aggressive kid. His nature was to be humble and respectful... Even if he was so unsure that he should be. [/style][STYLE=float: left; opacity:0.8; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left:0px; margin-top:20px;opacity:0.8; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left:0px; margin-top:20px;opacity:0.8; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:center; border-top:2px solid #666666; font-size:9px; text-spacing:2px; margin-bottom:12px; margin-top:15px;width:100%; color:999999; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px;]made by HUNNY @ h8u and btn[/style]

[mordred]

Mordred turned towards the castle as Vivi pointed at it. "I see... you are also on your way there." Mordred said. "I have heard many stories about it. One of them being that the ruler is a beautiful queen, and her guards are led by Captain Steiner and General Beatrix, both capable warriors. I hope to find many interesting things there." He then turned back towards Vivi, that same indifference on his face.

"I am Mordred... a scientist, if you will. There is little to be frightened of, Vivi. I'm afraid I'm not much of a fighter, only a researcher." Despite the otherwise none-threatening words, Mordred's scarlet piercing eyes were anything but. He adjusted his glasses. But I wonder why a black mage is out and about. There are no wars going on so I fail to see why your specialty would be needed. Unless, of course, you are here to fight the Heartless..."

[vivio]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: transparent; width: 440px; padding-left:7px, bTable][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,2,true] [STYLE=border-bottom:2px solid #666666; width:auto; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#222222; text-align:left; padding-left:60px;]SORROW [/style] [STYLE=margin-top:-18px; width:auto; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#222222; text-align:right; font-size:10px; margin-bottom:-5;] How do you prove that you exist...? Maybe we don't exist... ◆ [/style] [STYLE=float:left; background:#ffffff; padding:8px; padding-right:5px; color:#444444; float:right; margin-left:-1px; margin-right:10px; opacity:0.8; height: 325px; overflow:auto; width:300; moz-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999; box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999;] Vivi relaxed at the mention of his friend's names. Steiner and Beatrix. They were in Alexandria, it was true. They were famous. They were pretty interesting. The story suddenly had a little more merit... but Vivi still felt uneasy about this man. Those eyes that were still boring into him like razor sharp swords. It seemed to Vivi that those were probably the hardest, clearest, most emotionless eyes he'd ever seen. The littlest mage considered Mordred's mentioning that he was not a fighter. Vivi could believe that to a point, but he wasn't at all sure that that meant the this man could do no harm to the little mage. A pang of self doubt hit Vivi when Mordred began discussing Vivi's being in the area. No war... that's right... they had ended the war long ago. There really was no need for Vivi at all as a fighter here. Vivi nodded at the knowledge quietly. That was true. But he had to let his friends know he was ok. Zidane hadn't known he was dead, but the others would be surprised. As the man mentioned the Heartless, Vivi tensed a little. His brief encounters with the creatures had not been very fruitful in "defeating" them. It had seemed futile, even with Seifer and the others in Twilight Town, bashing away at them only seemed to bring more. Vivi wasn't so foolish. He was no match for hordes of Heartless on his own. Brilliant yellow orbs chanced to glance up at Mordred again. "I'm just passing through to find my friends." He said quietly. "After that, then we'll decide how to help with the Heartless problem." Vivi thought for a moment before it occurred to him that this man had yet to introduce himself. This man seemed to know Vivi, Steiner and Beatrix and even, to an extent, about Garnet, but Vivi hadn't heard him speak his name... just that he was doing "research"... ...I'm sorry but... W-who are you? [/style][STYLE=float: left; opacity:0.8; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left:0px; margin-top:20px;opacity:0.8; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left:0px; margin-top:20px;opacity:0.8; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:center; border-top:2px solid #666666; font-size:9px; text-spacing:2px; margin-bottom:12px; margin-top:15px;width:100%; color:999999; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px;]made by HUNNY @ h8u and btn[/style]

[mordred]

Mordred tilted his head, meeting Vivi's yellow eyes with his own scarlet ones. "I guess you did not hear me before. Mordred is my name." He then turned around and looked to the sky. "... What if your friends cannot figure out a way to defeat the Heartless? Will you fight them on your own? Or do you, too, feel you must rely on them so much so as to make friendship be your crutch?" Mordred adjusted his glasses as he continued skygazing. "Of course, the Heartless are not an easy problem to fix. They are attracted to the darkness in people's Hearts and all Hearts contain Darkness. Greed... Loneliness... Pride... These emotions strengthen the Darkness and give it power." Another reason not to have them, Mordred thought, but he kept that theory to himself.

"There are also those who aid the Heartless, willingly or not. They prey on those who value too much in certain things. Like friends... Rely on them too much and you'll never recover when they are struck with tragedy. The Heart is strengthened by the power of the individual as well as friendship. Too much of one without the other unbalances it and that disharmony causes weakness in the Heart. It weakens and weakens until finally it just... stops. Mordred's emphasis on the word was deliberate. He had sensed that fear when he Analyzed Vivi. Mordred turned to Vivi and stared back at him.

"I met someone not too long ago who believed as you did. A boy with a tail. He relied on his friends too much as well. I... showed him the errors of his ways. He is now a much better person than he was previously. Truer to himself. To what he really is. You could learn a lot from him. To accept that you are a black mage, an engine of destruction. You could end the Heartless problem yourself. Better yet, you could prove to your friends that you do not require their help, that you are strong enough to stand on your own. So, why don't you?"

[vivio]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: transparent; width: 440px; padding-left:7px, bTable][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,2,true] [STYLE=border-bottom:2px solid #666666; width:auto; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#222222; text-align:left; padding-left:60px;]SORROW [/style] [STYLE=margin-top:-18px; width:auto; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#222222; text-align:right; font-size:10px; margin-bottom:-5;] How do you prove that you exist...? Maybe we don't exist... ◆ [/style] [STYLE=float:left; background:#ffffff; padding:8px; padding-right:5px; color:#444444; float:right; margin-left:-1px; margin-right:10px; opacity:0.8; height: 325px; overflow:auto; width:300; moz-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999; box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999;] Vivi staggered back as the barbs in the man's speech hit in very personal places with every word. Did he rely too much on his friends? Was he a burden to them? Was it easier for them after he'd stopped? No... No that wasn't true! Zidane had been looking for him! Zidane cared about what happened to him... right? It's not ... being a burden... if the other person is your friend... right? Vivi wasn't certain. He also didn't know... Did Vivi attract the Heartless to Twilight Town forest? Was that why they never seemed to stop coming? Because of Vivi's weak heart? ...Was that what the man was implying? Vivi tried to push the questions back from his naturally curious mind. How did he know this man wasn't lying? The littlest mage clung to the fact that every time he'd gotten into trouble before, his friends had been there. They never had left him behind... That had to mean something, didn't it? Vivi had been upset when Zidane had left... Very upset... but he'd believed in his friend... he'd waited for him... Until... until he thought he was dead... and then what had happened? Vivi remembered and tried to push those memories back. It was too frightening... preparing for... THAT time... Never seeing any of them again was too much for the little mage to bear. Then the man spoke the most dreaded word. Stop. Vivi's very core trembled. Everything he was screamed in terror and urged him to flee. He had only a few hours ago come face to face yet again with nearly being destroyed, so telling him that his heart would get weaker and weaker until it stopped was like gasoline on a candle. Vivi hadn't even had the chance to tell his friends he was alive yet... and already this man, this researcher, was telling him that leaning on them would ... was it possible? Was it really possible that it was because he did count on his friends so much that he had stopped within only a year of life? ...The thought petrified Vivi. Was that true? Had he signed his own death warrant by helping people and making friends and letting them protect him? NO! Zidane... Zidane was created too! That was Zidane's motto almost! If Zidane could survive relying on his friends... then Vivi could too! If Vivi's heart had paused when the man had said the dreaded word, it nearly DID stop when he continued with his speech referencing Zidane. Immediately Vivi shook his head. "That's not true! I-I'm not... Z-Zidane's not... We're not weapons to be used! Now I know you're lying! Zidane would never allow himself to become like that! His-his whole being is about helping people! Even if he doesn't have a reason to!" Vivi was trembling with rage and fear at the same time. This man had to be joking. Had to be lying to Vivi... Zidane would never give up his friends! He even jumped out of a moving Airship to rescue someone! An Enemy! "I-I-I don't want to be a-an engine of des-destruction! I-I-I-I just want to... I want to l-live out the r-rest of my life with m-m-my friends! A-and we will work together t-t-t-to defeat the Heartless! Because we're st-st-stronger that way! J-just like with the war here! W-we stopped Kuja together!" Vivi was breathing hard and shivering with all the horrible feelings of doubt and uncertainty. He had never been as strong as Zidane or Steiner... He had always been there to support... But that didn't mean he didn't believe in them or that they didn't rely on him too! 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[mordred]

If Mordred could be mirthful, this would be an opportune time. His words had hurt Vivi just as surely as if he had really stabbed him. The black mage seemed to reel and, just like Zidane before him, grasped at any excuse he could manage. It was like deja vu. "His name was Zidane, wasn't it? Yes, he had the same reaction initially as you did. It took a while to convince him, but he eventually saw things in a different light. He had a change of heart, if you will." Mordred then pointed at Vivi.

"While your words say one thing, it is your Heart that speaks differently." Mordred continued, "You know, deep down, that I am correct. And you are afraid of that. Don't be. The quicker you accept your destiny, the longer and happier you will live." Mordred then sensed a familiar presence close by, one tied to the Heart which, even now he concealed. "But I suppose a demonstration is in order."

Mordred then walked over to a big rock and jumped onto it, sitting down as if to observe a trial. He then waved his hand towards the opposite valley wall. "Zidane Tribal. Why don't you say hi to your 'friend'? Mordred called out. And then he waited. This would be a very good experiment.

[zidane]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]Zidane Tribal[/style][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]Master Thief[/style][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]notes -- Sorry if this sucks... I had a long day but I wanted to post![/style] [style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 100px; padding: 7px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/style][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #597da2; text-align: center; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 265px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;] As Mordred directed his hand towards the opposing steep valley wall, a small figure could be seen standing quite still at the top, almost like a statue. But the moment Mordred spoke of Zidane saying hello to his friend, the figure took immediate action, rushing down the hill as a trail of dirt kicked up at his heels. A cloud of dust building up at the base of the hill as this mysterious person reached level ground once more. Slowly but surely he grew closer, the details becoming more clear with each step. Finally reaching a stop only a few feet from Mordred, a gloved hand reached up to pull the hood back from the dark black cloak shrouding him. Blonde tresses, bright blue eyes, and the more than obvious tail poking out from underneath his cloak was more evidence than anyone needed. It was Zidane Tribal. With a distant look on his face and no real emotion shining in his actions or voice Zidane only had one reply. "I have no need for friends..." His tone was cold hearted and dark. His eyes were hollow and soulless rather than the bright lively eyes that had graced his face. He had been formed into merely a shell of his former self with no real control. A puppet only doomed to follow orders as a weapon. A nightmare come to life. 'Vivi, RUN!' The single thought crossed his mind. The small shred of him still hidden away within the confines of his mind, only able to watch in horror trapped within the walls of his thoughts shouting out in vain. The words, no matter how hard he tried, were never heard. It could only fear for his small friend as this mad man did as he pleased. [/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #648db8; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px;]Never lose sight of the light.[/style][style=background: #4c85c1; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #466484;]Be true to yourself[/style]

[vivio]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: transparent; width: 440px; padding-left:7px, bTable][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,2,true] [STYLE=border-bottom:2px solid #666666; width:auto; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#222222; text-align:left; padding-left:60px;]SORROW [/style] [STYLE=margin-top:-18px; width:auto; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#222222; text-align:right; font-size:10px; margin-bottom:-5;] How do you prove that you exist...? Maybe we don't exist... ◆ [/style] [STYLE=float:left; background:#ffffff; padding:8px; padding-right:5px; color:#444444; float:right; margin-left:-1px; margin-right:10px; opacity:0.8; height: 325px; overflow:auto; width:300; moz-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999; box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999;] Vivi tried his best to stand tall and strong. He was starting to get a really bad feeling about this... When the man argued against Vivi again, Vivi couldn't help but consider what he said. Live longer and happier? As a destroyer? No better than a sword or hammer? Never. And Zidane wouldn't believe it either... Zidane would laugh... Vivi's eyes widened as the figure ran forward so quickly. The black cloak around him got Vivi's hopes up that he was mistaken... that this person wasn't Zidane. When the person stopped and removed their cloak, however, Vivi could only stare in shock as his friend uttered alien words from behind unfamiliar icy eyes. "Z...Zidane... Y-you don't mean that... W-what happened to you? W...Why are you so..." Vivi couldn't find the proper words for it. It was as if all the light had been drained from his friend and all that was left was a hollow shell... Vivi turned to look at Mordred, his hand clenched around his staff in his belt. "What did you do to Zidane!? Why... Why is he... Zidane would never be so calm and cold! It's... it's like there's nothing left of him..." Vivi turned his eyes back to his friend, hoping, praying for some hint that his friend was simply playing a badly thought out joke. "...Zidane... you don't mean that... what about Garnet? And the others? W-what about when you came looking for me?" Vivi was nearly begging for some inkling that this was all just an act, or that this person wasn't really Zidane. Vivi felt a deep dispair well up inside his chest. "...Are... are you really... going to let him tell you you're only purpose... your only point... is to be someone's weapon of destruction? A-after all the good we did together? I don't believe it! Zidane, please snap out of it! I won't believe it!" Vivi began to step closer to his friend, his staff still in his belt. "...What about when you came and found me in that box? What about when you tried to get me to join the hunt at Lindblum? A-and when you found me in Twilight Town? You... you wanted me to remember, didn't you? That's why... that's why we set out together... right?" Vivi's heart felt like it was deflated to hear his friend speak that way... surely there was a mistake. [/style][STYLE=float: left; opacity:0.8; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left:0px; margin-top:20px;opacity:0.8; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style][STYLE=float: left; margin-left:0px; margin-top:20px;opacity:0.8; moz-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787; box-shadow: 2px 2px 2px #878787;][/style] [STYLE=float:right; text-align:center; border-top:2px solid #666666; font-size:9px; text-spacing:2px; margin-bottom:12px; margin-top:15px;width:100%; color:999999; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px;]made by HUNNY @ h8u and btn[/style]

[mordred]

Mordred merely gazed on as Vivi's former friend showed who he truly was to the black mage. The fact that this frightened Vivi proved to Mordred that he, too, was trying to deny what he truly was. The truth was feared by plenty of those with Hearts and even those of his own kind. Why else would they bother to fake having emotions and fake possessing a Heart? Of course, he knew what he was and had accepted it. Emotions would only seek to cloud judgment, anyways.

Vivi tried to fish an explanation from Mordred while grabbing at the stave he had. Mordred only assumed the young mage would try to use magic on him. "I merely showed him the truth of what he is. What he tried so desperately to hide and deny by surrounding himself with friends. This is what he really is. And it scares you, doesn't it? Because you are just like him. You deny who you are by surrounding yourself with friends. You use them to pretend to be something other than what you are."

He then watched as Vivi futilely tried to get through to Zidane. "What good are all those deeds when they were done through lies and deceit? When you deny the truth about yourself, you are lying to those you're supposed to care about. In truth, neither you nor Zidane have friends at all, because you have lied to them through your denial. But if you accept who you are Vivi, your Heart will grow ever stronger. If you wish to continue denying who you are... well, Zidane can show you a demonstration of the truth."

[zidane]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]Zidane Tribal[/style][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]Master Thief[/style][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]notes -- None[/style] [style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 100px; padding: 7px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/style][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #597da2; text-align: center; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 265px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;] Though his eyes could clearly see the scene laying out before him, his actions and words were not his own. Even his thoughts would drift in and out, almost as if most of him was somewhere else... Just close enough to get that small connection, even though the sights almost made him wish he wasn't able to see this happen. With each word Mordred spoke, it only replayed that horrible event that had happened not long before.. The last thing he had remembered before the world had gone black was this man thrusting his arm into his chest and pulling out a bright shining light. After that, things got blurry... And he wasn't sure he wanted to know of the things he did.... Even now as his friend took a cautious step toward the tailed boy, his hands instantly reached for the daggers placed idly at his sides, as his knees bent as the genome pushed off from the ground, propelling his whole body in a backflip to distance himself from the mage. Each dagger tightly grasped in his hands and set at an attack position as the wizard spoke. The words might have well as ran through one ear and out the other. An almost evil smirk spreading over his face. "...None of that matters anymore.." To this Angel of Death, not even Garnet's name seemed to penetrate the cold look in his eyes. Even as Vivi spouted fond memories, hoping to jar some sort of reaction from the genome, all he did was stand there with the uncaring look about his face. He was completely lost in a sea of darkness. It consumed what small bit of light still remained and ate away at any hope he had of breaking free from the grasp it held over him. "Give up while you still can.." His tone dripped with maliciousness, as his hand raised, halting as it became parallel with the ground, Mage Masher pointed threateningly at the small mage. [/style]
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[vivio]

((OOC: Ohio, Mordy, been waiting to see you in the Cbox, but haven't seen ya there. I'm gonna send you a PM in a bit asking some more questions about this thread that Zidane and I had. Look for it!))

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: transparent; width: 440px; padding-left:7px, bTable][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,2,true] [STYLE=border-bottom:2px solid #666666; width:auto; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#222222; text-align:left; padding-left:60px;]SORROW [/style] [STYLE=margin-top:-18px; width:auto; text-shadow:#999999 1px 1px 1px; text-transform:uppercase; color:#222222; text-align:right; font-size:10px; margin-bottom:-5;] How do you prove that you exist...? Maybe we don't exist... ◆ [/style] [STYLE=float:left; background:#ffffff; padding:8px; padding-right:5px; color:#444444; float:right; margin-left:-1px; margin-right:10px; opacity:0.8; height: 325px; overflow:auto; width:300; moz-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #656565; -webkit-box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999; box-shadow: 4px 3px 6px #999999;] Mordred's words rang in Vivi's head, echoing and causing black tendrils of thought to slip forward. Thoughts that caused the littlest mage to shudder and shiver as they crept through the deepest parts of him. Was that true? Was it true that they were ... lying... lying to everyone? Deceit? Vivi had never meant to deceive anyone... He wasn't being cruel like Mordred accused him of being... but... did that excuse him, if they were ... like this... Vivi cast his golden orbs to Zidane again. If this was the truth then... Vivi shook himself, his head swaying back and forth. No! This was wrong! This was absolutely wrong! This Zidane... no... this creature... this wasn't Vivi's friend... This was a monster... and Vivi would never be a monster! If Zidane had chosen to become a monster... No... No... Zidane would never chose to be a monster... Something was wrong here. Something was very wrong. Vivi couldn't put his finger on it, but something about this whole thing said foul play... Why wouldn't Zidane wake up? When Zidane jumped back and away, raising his daggers at the littlest mage, Vivi backed up so quickly that he fell over backwards. He continued to scoot away until he was well out of range of the sinister looking daggers' edges. His heart thundered in his ears and he fought the tears that were threatening to blur his vision. This was not the time to be shocked... this was not the time to cry... this was not the time to think about stopping or pain... Vivi stood himself back up and pulled out his stave, knowing that he would need it soon. "...I don't know... w-what you did... But that thing is not Zidane!" Vivi said, pointing at Mordred, hoping he sounded braver than he felt. Vivi was very easily out matched... but he couldn't let this man hurt his friend. He wouldn't let it happen. Vivi looked past Zidane and realized that Alexandria was just over the mountains. He couldn't let this man use Zidane to kill the people there. Zidane... the Zidane Vivi knew, would be devastated... crushed... Vivi held his stave tightly. He didn't feel right fighting his friend... But this man... this man was evil! He was a horrible monster! He was the one who made Zidane think this way! Vivi pointed his stave at the red eyed monster, his body shaking with adrenaline and fighting the pain and confusion. "You don't know anything about Zidane or me! I refuse to be a puppet without a heart or soul! Some mindless killing machine! A-and the Zidane I know would agree with me! What did you do to him!? What did you do to my friend!?" The frantic scream echoed through the mountains as the little mage struggled against tears and despair. Nothing had gotten through to Zidane... what if there was no way to fix him? What if this man had destroyed what made Zidane so special? A few unrestrained tears leaked from the edges of Vivi's eyes. Zidane had never raised his daggers against Vivi before... it was a shock and Vivi refused to look into Zidane's eyes again for fear that he would break down and curl up and just give up. He couldn't! He couldn't give up! If this was Zidane now... then there was no one to protect Alexandria! No one to protect Garnet and Vivi's friends! He was outnumbered... horribly outmatched... injured to boot... the chances of his surviving this fight were slim and none... but he couldn't run away. His friends were depending on him! 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[mordred]

(OoC Note: Sorrysorrysorrysorry! I'm officially back, so hopefully that unexpected hiatus won't happen again!)

Mordred did not seem afraid or intimidated by Vivi's words. In fact, he was resting his head on his chin, studying the situation. His scarlet eyes, as always, unwaveringly bored into Vivi's yellow orbs. Mordred could practically smell the fear emanating from the small mage. The hesitation. The anguish. The Nobody, however, was less intrigued by these negative emotions and more intrigued at Vivi's resilience. He was obviously a bit more emotionally sensitive and easily hurt than Zidane was, but was lasting longer than the tailed thief. However, this only spurred Mordred to prod further.

"Hmph... what a thing to say." Mordred began, still completely unemotional in his tone of voice. "He is still essentially Zidane, Vivi Orunitia. He has merely made a drastic change in personality and thought process. For the better, of course. To say that it isn't him is... well, I guess I see what your idea of friendship is. You don't want any of your 'friends' to better themselves or become more true to who they really are. You just want them around you so you can use them as emotional crutches. It's obvious, really. You've shown me the evidence today that you can't even withstand words without emotionally tearing apart. And what happens when said friends no longer want to live a lie and refuse to be your crutch? You distance yourself from them and throw them away, saying, 'That can't be him.' The Heart is such a... mysterious thing."

"The fact of the matter is that the man standing before you is Zidane Tribal, as he truly is and no amount of denial on your part will ever change that. I convinced Zidane that he was denying the truth of who he was and hiding from that truth, like a coward. Denial and cowardice weakened his heart to the point where he did not deserve to even have it. But I convinced him in time, before he... 'stopped'."

"Now..." Mordred continued, "let's truly settle this matter, Vivi Orunitia. Friendship vs. Independence. A fight between you and Zidane. If you win, I will recognize the power of your Attachments and give Zidane his Heart back and leave the both of you alone. If Zidane wins, you will recognize your weakness and come with me. Mordred said this last sentence with a certain finality that suggested Vivi couldn't backpedal out of this if Zidane won. "Now then, I suggest you point that staff at your 'friend', if you want to continue to live, that is." Mordred then snapped his fingers, giving Zidane the signal to attack.

[zidane]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -o-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px 30px 0px 0px] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #648db8; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px]Virtue[/style][style=background: #4c85c1; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: right; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; color: #466484;] -[/style][style=color: #4c85c1; padding: 2px; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 4px;]You don't need a reason to help people.[/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]Zidane Tribal[/style][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]Master Thief[/style][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px; font-family: tahoma;]notes -- None[/style] [style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 100px; padding: 7px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 2px;][/style][style=background-color: #b6b6b6; width: 110px; font-size: 9px; color: #597da2; text-align: center; padding: 2px; opacity: 0.7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; font-family: tahoma;]credit to ZETTA of LS & BTN[/style]	[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png');][style= width: 265px; height: 350px; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 10px; color: #4b4a4a; background-color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px; overflow: auto;] Zidane only chuckled as the small mage continued with his frantic pleas and cried of denial. "How weak.." In this state of mind, he only wondered how he could ever require any form of friendship. In his heartless state he was grateful to Mordred for showing him the error of his ways. That things such as this only made him weaker and those who believed otherwise were inferior beings. Unable to unlock their true potential. As his master continued to berate the small wizard with words, Zidane could see his emotional state growing more frantic with each passing phrase. And he enjoyed it.. Watching the tears flow freely from his bright yellow eyes only empowered him more. This was child's play. Nothing more. Then, the heartless scientist offered him a deal. A duel to be fought between himself and Vivi. Should The mage win, Zidane would be returned to normal, a thought the genome now scoffed at. But, should he lose he would give himself up. An evil malicious grin spread over his lips. This fight wasn't an option.. It was going to happen whether the black mage wanted it to or not. And as the situation stood now, the odds were stacked against him. What a joke. The moment Mordred gave his command, the moment the sound of his fingers reached his ears, the thief crouched down , preparing for his attack. "Ya Vivi.. It's still me.. Your good friend, Zidane!" for a moment his tone sounded almost cheerful. Almost like his old self.. "YOUR Angel of Death!!" His voice took a turn for the worse as the words he said were not suggesting a title, but threatening Vivi of what he was about to do. Giving a forceful push off with his right leg and jetting himself towards his tiny opponent, blades drawn and if front of him. [/style]
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0px,true][cs=2][atrb=vAlign, bottom][atrb=style, width: 420px; background: url('http://i.imgur.com/gdBBi.png'); -moz-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -o-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 0px 0px 30px 30px;] [style=font-size: 26px; font-family: verdana; color: #648db8; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #b7b7b7; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: -5px;]Never lose sight of the light.[/style][style=background: #4c85c1; opacity: 0.6; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 4px; text-align: justify; -moz-border-radius: 15px; -webkit-border-radius: 15px; -o-border-radius: 15px; border-radius: 15px; padding: 2px; margin-left: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; color: #466484;]Be true to yourself[/style]