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Post by keldric on Apr 20, 2008 9:23:54 GMT -5
Keldric made a face at Peter Pan in pure disgust at the mention of himself wearing tights. He didn't ever think about going into that sort of direction with cross-dressing, thank you very much. But instead of voicing this, he ignored Peter Pan's comment about his head being deflated, as it was directed at Kirux at his expense anyway. He kept quiet by furiously gritting his teeth and did a comat roll forward, as the boy in green tights carried down the white-eyed girl towards him to drop over his head, thinking they were going to attack him from above and so dodged Peter's kick to his head altogther.
They were right, he would never admit to them; he was talking to much, and he realized that having dodged the fairy king's kick that he should continue to focus more on the battle rather than thinking of comebacks. Kirux didn't take advantage of landing behind him and delivered a speech to him. Keldric rolled his eyes and ran forward with his keyblade, sweeping in for a low attack. Another white creature appeared beside her, and he watched as Kirux transformed it into a katana. "Two blades? Cheater." he accused her bluntly as she swung it down towards him and he lifted his keyblade up to block it.
As metal clanged with metal the first time, he started talking again, this time replying to Kirux while concentrating on defending himself. "1. Everyone lies.' She swung with her keyblade while he was blocking the creeper katana with his own, and tried to move his keyblade to block it, but her keyblade struck him in the knee. His knee buckled underneath him as the creeper katana pushed down on him, and he rolled away to the side of the injured knee as he did, sweeping up in a uppercut with the keyblade to destroy the creeper katana in a second hit. "...2, I don't care. You've just hurt me, you are my enemy." He brought up the keyblade again to push away the Lurebreaker from his body, initciating a third strike. "...3, thanks, but I won't need luck."
Leaping backwards suddenly, a dark aura appeared around him, his emotions heightening as it's source. He swung down with his keyblade twice, shooting two homing projectiles of energy seperately towards the pair, one of light towards Kirux, one of darkness at Peter Pan. Completing his X-Slash technique, he smirked darkly, matching the darkness of his aura. "You said I talk too much, so I'll just crush you with the twilight instead!"
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Post by peterpan on Apr 21, 2008 11:59:38 GMT -5
"You're just jealous she's better than you!" Peter retorted to the "cheater" comment, mocking him with a grin. "After all, you can barely handle your own stupid blade."
Kirux seemed to be able to handle herself, Peter taking the time to use a quick Cura spell to mend the bleeding wound on his chest. The blood remained on the torn tunic, but clear pink skin healed over without a hitch as he hovered out of reach. The boy hunched over a little, watching the pair below as Kirux was shoved away, his eyes narrowing slowly.
"Tink! Help Kirux!"
Peter's hat was shaken out, launching the now dry pixie at Kirux just as Keldric launched that light projectile at the flying boy.
"You said I talk too much, so I'll just crush you with the twilight instead!"
Peter growled, maneuvering in flight with a twist of his body before the light could hit him. When it followed him the boy narrowed his eyes further before darting at Keldric with a spin.
"Can't crush me, you'll never win you overblown wannabe!" Peter yelled, knowing full well that attack was gaining on him as he moved to tackle Keldric into the spongy floor.
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Post by kirux on Apr 21, 2008 17:47:03 GMT -5
"1. Everyone lies." That's not true. I haven't lie yet. She smirk at the sight of Keldric being hurt, it was an odd sensation that went over her. She didn't enjoy harming him... did she? Her mind snap out of it when she heard Peter comment on how Keldric would be jealous of Kirux for being better then him, and commenting on how Keldric could barely handle his own.
She place more force on the creeper katana only to result it being destroy within a flash. It slightly made sense, keyblades were a bit of enemies both to the heartless and the nobodies. She growl at this as she stand her ground, glaring at Keldric before her. "...2, I don't care. You've just hurt me, you are my enemy." A pause went by as she did a small nod on this idea. I'm starting to agree also. Her mind spoke as her lips move to say something else. "I'm starting not to care too."
Then again, she never care in the first place if you wanted real emotions instead of fake ones.
"3, thanks, but I won't need luck."
A slight gasp escape her lips as the ball of light aim towards her, trying to summon a dusk before her to take the hit instead of her. But fail as the ball of light destroy her dusk and continue to go towards her, hitting her in the stomach. "Ah!" Kirux groan in pain as she held her stomach with one arm, her cloths being torn as it exposed her bare stomach with bruises. It seem Tinker Bell was a bit of a help after all, since Tinker Bell try pushing the hand off the wound, Kirux move it as Tinker Bell place her hands on Kirux wound, healing it completely.
"Thanks."
She smile at the little thing. But still sigh as she still had a large hole in her clothing, now it was just exposing her stomach.
Anger boil through her body once more as she glare at Keldric. Though, in the corner of her eyes, her black portal appear not to far from the group. She took a hint that her portal wanted her to go and fast. She took no chances in being hurt anymore and made a dash for it. Hoping to at least make it. "Idiot..." she mumble under her breath as she thought of Keldric be a block head.
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Post by keldric on Apr 22, 2008 6:27:35 GMT -5
The dark keyblader growled as Peter Pan tackled him, expecting he was going to try to feint attack him again so his own projectile would hit him. He wasn't that stupid. He held his keyblade between them and held up Peter Pan with it in front of him, to use him as a human shield to protect himself from the projectile that was about to hit him. The explosion from the contact of the projectile hit them both, the splash damage throwing Keldric into the air out from underneath Peter as he rolled to avoid further damage to stop himself.
"Ha! Looks like I handled my blade after all. How'd ya like that, spinach-face?" he mocked at Peter Pan, getting up and ignoring the pain on his arms and in his sides of his chest, casting his Healing Lighta ability on himself to heal his wounds. Three could play at this game. "Jealous? I'm just about as jealous as she is of wanting to stay here! Looks like she decided you couldn't trust her, after all." he ridiculed them both, noticing Kirux was escaping.
"So maybe weaklings should stick together!" he yelled after her as she fled to a dark portal, picking up Peter Pan from the ground before he could react by the scuff of his shirt, and threw him after her in a attempt to slow her down. He knew Peter Pan could fly and veer off course before he hit, so he followed up after them with his Keyblade raised in attack, using one of his finishing moves while his HP was still down. Explosion Slash. His keyblade traced a path of light through them quicker than the blink of an eye, darkness suddenly gathering from the shadows around them and shot towards the trail of light in orbs of darkness, mixing with the light and causing a devastating explosion once more.
Keldric had finished the move in a stance on his knees, arms held back behind him along with the keyblade that hadn't moved from the manuver he had made it do. He turned around and leaned on his keyblade for a moment in front of the dark portal created by Kirux, exhausted but with a triumphant smirk. "Wannabe? Like you two? Wouldn't wanna be you now..." he chuckled darkly, once he had caught his breath.
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Post by peterpan on Apr 25, 2008 16:19:26 GMT -5
Peter caught himself on his feet with a grunt as the blow shoved him forward, pearly teeth revealed as he grimaced in pain. That hurt! It stung and burn like nobody's business as the boy crouched in a glare at Keldric.
"Cura!" He almost cried, almost. When did Peter turn into such a girl when it came to pain? Pirate attacks hurt more than that did... Maybe it was something to do with the fact that it was magic.
"Spinach-face? Are you getting desperate or what?" Peter didn't react in time to dodge the hand that caught his tunic, casting Cura twice in such a short time made him feel dizzy and uneven. He grunted, grabbing onto Keldric's wrist as the other boy tried to throw him. "You are such a little girl."
Peter twisted, aiming to kick the boy's elbow as he launched himself away from both Keldric and Kirux's dark portal. He could only cover his face as the explosion blew him back farther, launching him across the large cavern that was Monstro's mouth. It hurt, Peter curling up into a ball instinctively as he bounced off of the spongy wall before landing on the floor in a heap. Peter didn't respond to Keldric's quip. Uncurling as he slumped in a painful daze.
Tink chimed angrily, flitting around Kirux twice with what seemed to be curses before darting as fast as her little pixie wings could take her over to Peter's unmoving form. The glare she shot at Keldric could not be missed, but unlike the two children he had fought she was smart enough to pick her battles. She would get him later, preferably when he was sleeping like any proper vindictive woman would.
The glowing woman tugged at Peter's pointed ear, grunting before she flew around him a couple times with chiming cure spells. She actually looked worried for a moment before trying once more in an effort to get the flying boy to stir.
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Post by kirux on Apr 25, 2008 18:06:37 GMT -5
"Jealous? I'm just about as jealous as she is of wanting to stay here! Looks like she decided you couldn't trust her, after all."
Kirux just roll her eyes, she didn't consider Peter Pan as anything but a by-passer, she did trust him, but not that much. She was about to say something until she felt a strange sensation. Something she rarely felt in her life. Then... she release a scream of pain. Falling to the ground, no longer caring about the slim, as she try to stop the pain by covering it up. It only made it worst. Letting out another painful cry before forcing herself to stand up slowly, only to end up on her hands and knees.
Her head slowly lift up to glare at Kedric standing before her, blocking her only way out of her. Her eyes became dark, loosing her whiteness in her eyes as it slowly turns black. She release another cry as she watch her keyblade disappear, she felt like she was on fire. She felt like... she was turning to something else. Her head turn to Peter's body on the ground before turning to look at Keldric. She let out a growl... but this time it sounded more demonic... like it wasn't her speaking at all.
Next time I see you... I... will kill you..." Quickly, she lets out gasp of shock before holding her head with both hand, screaming even more that she had move her wounded body. Slowly... She fainted right there.... Her eyes returning to their normal color before closing.
The dark portal behind Keldric disappear and reappear underneath Kirux, pulling Kirux into it until she was gone from view. Though... She was still alive...
Exit Thread
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Post by keldric on Apr 27, 2008 9:34:53 GMT -5
His breath course and uneven, his body tired but his heart still burning to go on, Keldric watched as the two he attacked with the finishing blow fell to the ground. Kirux got up first, but she fell to her knees as she tried to stand. As she lifted her head to look around and her eyes went black, he ran over to her and grabbed her by the collar. Now came the moment of truth; they had been defeated, and now Keldric could get the answers he wanted without resistance. He looked into Kirux's soulless eyes, no submission or signs of intimidation in his hard, yet firey eyes of determination. "It's over. Now, tell me what you know! Where are the other keybladers!?" he demanded passionately. But she only gave one answer.
"Next time I see you... I... will kill you..."
Then a dark portal appeared underneath her, and she slipped away from Keldric's grasp into the gravity of the new doorway. Keldric hesitated, thinking of following, but the portal had already closed.
"Yeah, right..." he mumbled after her, even though she was gone. He felt angry that she had turned coward and slipped away - in his mind, that was a sign of guilt instead of the alternative of answering his questions - and realized he still had one more prisoner he could interrogate.
He stood up, feeling warily, but still felt strong enough to react quickly and enter another fight as he crossed over to Peter Pan's body. He felt aware if the body was mischevious enough to feint an attack, he might be sneaky enough to play possum. He poked him with his keyblade, which he didn't react to, and instantly reacted as suddenly the tiny golden fairy he had seen with the boy earlier flew into his face. "Buzz off, firefly." he grumbled, swatting the annoying flying girl away from him, then pounced on Peter Pan and brought his keyblade to his neck. Then to wake him up, he shook him and slapped him across the face a few times. "Wake up, princess! And you think I'm the girl... pathetic. You hear me now? Give up, you've lost, and your 'Nobody' girlfriend abandoned you. Remember how you told me you cut off the hand of a pirate? Well, if you don't start talking about this 'Sora' keyblader of yours and the name of the world I can find him, I'll make sure that I start telling the story of how I cut off a certain boy's head. You think you can fight your way out? Try me." he challenged, pinning the rest of Peter Pan's limbs down with his own.
"And don't count on your fairy friend trying to save you. I beat you in a 2 on 1 fight, and I deserve compensation to stop these evil keybladers before they destroy a world like yours. So start talking." he said in a low voice, speaking slowly and deadly.
He wasn't about to leave without answers. That's the reason he had picked this fight in the first place.
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Post by peterpan on Apr 29, 2008 9:51:32 GMT -5
Peter was still in a haze, the faint burning of the cure spells still setting into his muscles as they knitted and healed. His eyes remained blank, almost eerily so until one of Keldric's hands swatted at Tinker Bell's flitting form. Tink responded with a litany of "curses", her foul mouth masked by the sound of sweet chimes as she dodged the hand and landed protectively on Peter's head. By that point they had some vaguely sort of hazy recognition, pupils slowly constricting as Keldric held the keyblade up to Peter's neck. He distantly realized his limbs were pinned by the angry boy.
"Even if I knew I wouldn't tell you..." He managed to mutter out, eyes remaining on Keldric's as he sneered faintly. It tingled to move, even to talk. He could hear Tinker Bell almost growling on his head. "You are no better than any keyblader who destroys worlds."
Peter's eyes slowly cleared as he gave Keldric a nasty little grin, baring his teeth. He still wasn't afraid, Peter didn't seem to be capable of feeling such an emotion. Not for himself, in any case.
"Go on, kill me. You won't accomplish anything." Peter sounded too different. He was just a kid, right? When did he gain this sudden insight? Sudden ability to observe? Maybe the boy had been hit in the head too hard, too fast. It made him feel strangely old though Peter had no idea why or how. It was the concussion talking. "You are just as bad, it's a pity I can't hate you more. Then I could put you out of your misery. But... You're just a boy. Like me."
Somewhere in the back of Peter's mind he felt that heart-clenching sadness come about, though he hadn't the faintest idea what it was or why it had come. It was like Wendy growing up and leaving, or his vague memories of being forgotten and replaced with another little boy. The feeling was quickly pushed away, shoved deeper as it had been all those times before as he watched Keldric in silence.
"Why?"
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Post by keldric on Apr 29, 2008 10:39:06 GMT -5
Keldric growled fiercely and pressed the Keyblader more tightly to Peter's throat, enough so he could still talk. He looked down at Peter through a curtain of blonde bangs with piercing sky-blue eyes. "You do know! You know Sora! Tell me which world you saw him last!" he demanded. But Peter's next words were the worst he'd spoken.
"You are no better than any keyblader who destroys worlds."
The boy let the words sink into him, taking a moment to absorb the meaning of the words, before he bared his ivory teeth in anger before punching Peter in the stomach lividly. "SHUT UP! TAKE THAT BACK!" he hissed lividly at Peter. He bore daggers into him with his gaze, and then calmed down some as he realized he had allowed Peter Pan to get under his skin. He recomposed himself, leaning down closer to the fairy boy's face with a deadly serious look in his expression. "I'm not going to kill you. That's what a keyblader who destroys worlds would do. But if you don't start talking, I'll give you a reason to make you wish you were dead." he growled venomously.
He paused for a moment, listening to Peter's words as he replied to them. "Well, that's your problem, I don't care. But you do have a point. Kids as young as us shouldn't be fighting in this war. You could change this. We could both go home and grow up without all this... if I still had a home to go back to." he said bitterly, but his voice had lowered and calmed down some. "Just tell me the world Sora is on. This is your last chance." he warned him, his tone now increasing again in anger, as he raised his free hand from the pink sticky floor and crumpled it into a fist again, holding it in place above Pan's chest.
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Post by peterpan on Apr 29, 2008 10:57:23 GMT -5
The blow to his stomach caused him to grunt in pain, curling up instinctively to try and shield those delicate internal organs even if the damage had already been done. When Keldric moved in close to his face Peter once more met his gaze contemptuously. A sneer once more crossed those lips, his eyes going half-lidded before he laughed at Keldric's threat.
Those eye then narrowed as the older boy spoke, seeming to respond to Peter's comments about their age. The green-clad boy growled, only half noticing the balled fist aimed at his chest as his own hands launched forward to grab Keldric's neck.
"I won't grow up. I'll never grow up. I'll never tell you where Sora is, I don't betray my friends." Peter snarled, his eyes lighting up once more as he clawed. His voice raised a pitch on that last statement, coming out as a scream as he lashed out angrily. Tink looked momentarily disturbed, almost flying away with his outburst but clinging desperately all the same. "Do what you want, I don't care. I'll return the favor five fold if you do anything to my friends!"
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Post by keldric on Apr 29, 2008 12:04:50 GMT -5
"Ah!" Keldric cried out in pain, jumping back off Peter Pan as he clawed at his neck, rubbing it to relieve the pain. His cold blue eyes narrowed and before Peter Pan could get up, he threw back his zig-zagged decorated shoe and harshly kick Peter Pan in the gut, to knock the wind out of him.
"Grow up! Everyone grows up!" he answered him, passing off Peter's rantings as immaturity and denial, now standing over Peter with the darkened tip of his keyblade to his neck, chuckling darkly. "Return it? I just beat you. You can be delusional all you want, but either way..." he stopped in mid-sentance, considering something. Then, having made his decision, he moved the keyblade away from Peter's throat, drawing a circle with it in the air to create a dark portal. Then he turned back to Peter Pan.
"You want to be stubborn? Have it your way. I'm not the bad guy here. But if this Sora of yours is, and he's responsible for destroying my world, he deserves everything that's coming for him. Including me." he implyed darkly. "So if you're not going to tell me where he is, you're going to deliver a message to him for me. I'll let you go, on the condition you tell Sora to come meet me here in exactly one day's time. If he doesn't come by then, next time I see you, I will get some answers from you whether you like it or not."
(OOC: You're not actually going to get Sora; I'm giving Peter the chance to escape. I can't beat up on a Disney character, it's too mean and this thread will go on forever at this rate. DX )
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Post by peterpan on May 10, 2008 19:59:34 GMT -5
"No stupid, I can't grow up. I'll never grow up. You're an idiot for thinking that I will." Peter replied back snidely, glaring at the other boy as best possible before slumping over faintly. He hurt, he really did... Even with the Cures and the magic Tink had cast on him.
"Whatever you say, I don't even know where Sora is, and even if I did I wouldn't tell him. It's not like he would meet you anyway, even if he did he would kick. Your. Fat. Butt." The boy didn't seem to know when he was beat, standing up with a brief struggle before leaning against the wall. He really wasn't in any condition to fight, but his pride wouldn't let him say that to Keldric's face. "I'll see you next time lard head, and you'll be sorry you ever messed with Peter Pan!"
Peter growled, more at himself than at Keldric as he sat down with a heavy pant, that glare still fixated on the irritating (and obviously threatening) blonde before him.
Exit Thread
(OOC: Actually, I would have only let it go on for one more post after this before finally making Peter completely incapacitated. Sorry about the late response. I got super lazy about this... Hahah.)
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Post by keldric on May 11, 2008 4:44:07 GMT -5
Keldric rolled his eyes at Peter Pan. Who did this kid think he was? He wasn't just immature, he was a mental case. "Um, hello, you're a kid just like me. Of course you're going to grow up. Time's not going to make an exception of fruitcakes like you."
He scowled lividly. Even though he had beatened him and threatened him within an inch of his life, Peter still refused to co-operate. How could someone like this be so stubborn? Didn't he want to stop the worlds from being destroyed by keybladers? He then reminded himself that the boy was crazy. "Fine, if you refuse to help, then it's your fault what will happen next. And if Sora comes after me, we'll just see about that."
He wanted so badly to knock the red-head out cold. But he was not the bad guy here, at least from his point of view. The keyblade vanished in a flash of light from his hand, and he turned to look at Peter Pan one last time before stepping into the portal. "See you next time, pansy-boy. If I do see you again, then I'll just beat you... again. And when I do, I won't be so forgiving if you don't help me." he laughed darkly, then stepped into the portal he had cast to another world, his laugh resounding as the portal wisped shut.
(OOC: End thread. Understood, Peter, thanks.)
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