Beuce was fairly surprised when he entered the room. The damage to it was obvious, and there was no question some aside from the old wizard had been there. There was a trail of ink on the floor, but he didn't bother following it. Instead, he walked up to approach the throne of the room. In it sat what appeared to be a statue. However, Beuce knew full well it was no statue. It was the master himself, turned to stone as though a gorgon had placed its spell on him. However, the most peculiar thing about it was that he was smiling, as though taunting the uninvited guest. 'The room is utterly destroyed. It looks as though Yen Sid didn't even get out of his chair, so a struggle is unlikely. If it wasn't caused by a fight...then the likelihood is that they were searching for something.' Beuce said, thoughts racing in his mind. He couldn't figure out why he was smiling if someone had turned him to stone to stop him from interfering with their search. Unless... "There is no killer..." He said under his breath. "He did it himself." He concluded. They were looking for something, and he could tell them where it was. So, he wouldn't let them get the secret from him. 'It's not impossible if he's the skilled wizard people make him out to be. There comes a point where you transcend the need for spells in general. With concentration, you can achieve nearly any desired effect. Obviously the more outrageous the effect, the more it takes to pull off. Something like "I now rule all worlds" would be borderline impossible, but a single, isolated effect like turning an object to a different material. Especially if the object doesn't resist. In outright combat, regular spells are often more effective as it takes immense concentration to pull of something without a catalyst to focus that specific effect, or a spell. Still though, reaching that point pretty much dubs you as a grandmaster of magic. Not many are capable of standing against you at that point.' Beuce said in his head, trying to deduce the situation. "But if he reached that point, then what kind of monstrous power could the intruder have to make it so he couldn't simply fend him off..." He didn't want to think about such an intimidating person existing, although he likely knew roughly who it was. At least, in concept. "If we're fighting the apprentices...Who's the master?" This was the first thing he'd actually said out loud rather than under his breath or in his head, so most wouldn't have heard much before that. However, he didn't get a chance to get a response before drama started to break out. Karina had insulted Glen for assuming the first thing they saw was the killed, and it being a mouse no less. He responded with harsh words. As he spoke them, he knew exactly how Karina would reaction to them. Tears began to flood her eyes as she yelled that she couldn't go back to her homeworld, lest her father kill her for it. Kel offered to let her stay on his homeworld. He wished he could make the same offer, but he too had no homeworld he could return to, although for a very different reason. Not so much that it was a forbidden zone which would be his death to return to, so much that if he did go to it, he'd find that it wasn't there at all. There was no point in getting angry about it. The man responsible was already dead. "Where does he get off calling you useless? He did next to nothing the whole fight! You did your job and half again." He said, speaking to Karina, but not looking directly at her, but instead the mirror. He looked down at the crying girl on the floor. He knew what it was like to have nothing to go back to, and honestly felt sorry for her. Although, her situation was likely worse than his. She must feel betrayed. Her own family is the reason she can't go back, and her world still exists, as though sitting and taunting her that she could never go back. "I know words might not help much to ease the sting, but they're right. Come on, I'm pretty sure i have a promise to keep." He said sincerely, offering her his left hand. He gave a smile, ready to help the girl back onto her feet and walk through the mirror with her. She'd survived the fight, so on the other side, whatever awaited, he'd tell her the meaning behind those words. 'Because we're the same!'
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Azra quickly raised his sheathed sword upward to deflect the strike. The sound of wood against metal rang out as the two weapons collided. He brought his weapon to the side, parrying her second blow. She was fast, not leaving much room for counterattacks. If it weren't for the fact that duels were often pure swordsmanship, he likely would've used some light magic to overtake her. However, he was a man of honor, and would not use underhanded tactics to win this duel. Swinging his sword in a low upward arc, he attempted to hit it against her chest. Relentlessly he spun around, performing a horizontal swing. India chuckled under his breath as the two fought while following him to a local cafe. It didn't take long to get there, it wasn't far from his home. Upon arriving there, he heard sounds of combat and curiously looked to see what was going on. He wasn't surprised to see that one of the combatants was his own brother, facing down some woman in what appeared to be a duel of swordsmanship. Taking a seat at a table with three chairs, he picked up a menu, ordered his food, and watched the fight, knowing it was likely Azra would be the victor.
The next to grab the X-blade was one that made many shudder at the mere thought of what he might be capable of when given near omnipotence. He took hold of the weapon, immediately gaining the power. He was about to take a bite out of the agents like Scruff Mcgruff took a bite out of crime. There were so many ways he could do this. To start off with, no super move would be complete without one. With a wave of his hand, a glowing rainbow orb the roughly the size of his chest spawned as the audience they apparently had let out a gasp as though it were the most surprising thing ever. With a swing of the weapon, the orb shattered and transferred it's rainbow light to him. Upon pressing the special button whilst standing still, Beuce began his super move. He knelt down, planting the X-blade in the ground in front of him. He began to utter a chant that sounded strangely familiar. Odd, considering it was a totally original thing and not stolen and altered in the slightest. You people are crazy. "I am the key of my board." Alright fine, so it's a reference too. Sue me. (Note: do not actually sue me. I need that money i don't have.) "Memes are my body, references are my blood." "I have created over a thousand posts" Shut up yes i have. "Unknown to friends, nor known to light" "Have abandoned sleep to join many RPs" "Yet still not as many as mok." By this point in the chant, power was literally pouring off of Beuce. He radiated with a glowing red aura which spiraled around him. "So let us role-play! Unlimited Beuce Works!" With the last line of the chant spoken, the energy burst fourth from around him, enveloping the entire area in a blinding light. When the light cleared, even the agents themselves looked around, trying to find some noticeable change. None could be found. At first, it appeared as though the light had done nothing and was merely for show. Knowing Beuce, that wouldn't have been out of the question, but it was far from the truth. A loud thud was heard from seemingly nowhere. Another a moment later. "Knock kno-" "NO! I AM THE ONE WHO KNOCKS!" The voice of Beuce was heard echoing from nowhere. A massive crack appeared in the sky, as though the very fabric of existence itself were falling apart. Best case scenario, it did what Beuce had planned. Worst case, some girl's head turned into a turnip and they all woke up as power puff girls. As it turned out, the prior was true. The crack soon spread and the sky itself shattered, turning into a tear. Out of it poured the nightmare of anyone who wanted something sane to happen. "Chaos! Omega! I hope you're ready for this! You should know, Destiny is Destiny, and yours is to get your ass kicked right here!" Spoiler: Enter Down from the sky they came. It was Beuce, all of them were. From beyond the fourth wall came every version of the man to have ever been in anything. They were all there. Aion Beuce, KHRPG Beuce (Man was that one going to kick ass with the power of crappy writing), Storm of Fate Beuce, Bloodlust Beuce, Even Beuce from accounti- "AHHHHHHHH- *splat*" Er....Maaaybe not that last one. But yeah they were all here! "Holy ****, he was killed by that! People die when they're killed!" "....What the hell are you talking about? People never die when they're killed." Corrected the original Beuce before pointing the attention of the one that spoke up toward Karina, Gexln, and like basically everyone. "See those people? most of them were killed at some point. Do they look dead?" "No." "No." "Alright Beuce. We're here. Now, how do we beat the agents?" Asked one of the Beuces "......Uh..." "You don't have a plan do you?" Continued another. "Well, We i'd say we could go super saiyan but that would take 20 pages..." "Oh! We should take the agents...And push them somewhere else!" "We'll save that for a backup." "We could summon captain planet!" "But R's already here." "oh yeah...Uh..." While the mass of Beuces pondered on how exactly to go about battling the agents of Kingdom Hearts, the two beings simply stared at them. It seemed not even they could fully comprehend the sheer level of stupidity that was going on before them. They looked at each other, then back to the Beuce army. They were brought back to reality as one of the Beuce stepped to the head of the army. "Chaos! Omega! It ends here, for i challenge you to a duel!" Yelled Beuce as he drew out a silver and blue disc and placed it on his arm, then put a deck of brown cards into a slot on it. After a long children's card game with the two agents, Beuce emerged victorious. However, the agents realized that the outcome of a card game meant literally nothing and proceeded to vaporize that particular Beuce. "No! Beuce! You've crossed the line, agents! I swore i'd never let a party member's HP hit zero...Enough talking! We're going to have a damn fight scene!" "I always thought those were the same thing..." The army decided rather than having a plan, they were just going to charge the agents and, with probably an absolute assload of god modding, Leroy Jenkins them to death. They all let out various battle cries while charging at them. "FOR NARNIA!" "BLOOD FOR NOXUS!" "JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK WE ARE?!" Since they were all battle cries, for each one the army's strength and magic was increased by 15%. Adding up to at the very least 9001. Now was when the battle truly began. Mostly because it was anime logic that the antagonists always just sit there and let the hero use their most powerful move, but still, this is where the battle truly began! To start off with, the MMO Beuces grouped together. Rift Beuce died rather quickly due to never having been leveled up, the others were putting up a decent fight. At the head of it was the dragonfable Beuce, who wielded a dual sided blade and a wall shield. Slamming his shield into the ground, a massive dragon head of darkness appeared over him, increasing his defensive stats. He proceeded to throw various other elemental attacks at the agents, applying them with DoTs. Meanwhile, Aion Beuce was laying into them with incredible burst damage. He floated into the air and began to spin. He was flexing his abilities as a sorcerer to their fullest potential. Two sigils of wind appeared spiraling on either side of him. He sent them flying forward as they collided with Omega, dealing immense damage. I mean, since they were like superbosses, it only nicked their HP bar, but still. Omega attempted to counter this by firing its enormous planet busting laser. The energy burst struck the ground where Aion Beuce stood, but when the smoke cleared, he was perfectly unharmed, and standing on a small pillar of ground in the center of the crater the attack had made. An incredibly powerful barrier, which came at the cost of him being stunned while using, had protected him. The RP Beuces were the next to make their assault. If there was one thing they did well, it was god mod. Bloodlust Beuce heated up his body to levels hot enough to at least toast a marshmallow. Probably also char most things around him, but it could toast a marshmallow, and that's what was important. The KH RPG Beuce stepped forward, one of his eyes glowing red with the power of lazy plot abilities, and it could do most things. So, he shot a laser out of it. How was he able to just shoot a laser out of his eye? WHY CAN ANY OF THIS STUFF SHOOT A LASER? YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO QUESTION IT WHEN YOU CAN TELL ME THAT! The combined forces of the Beuces seemed to be doing the trick, but then Omega decided that they needed an army of their own. From its body poured a massive amount of what seemed to be creatures made of crystal. Each one was a powerful creature in and of itself, probably at least warranting mini-boss status. And since they were rather large, no, that was not a short joke. The army of Beuces began to attempt to take out the crystals while the others fought. As per the rules of the battle, at the end, the Beuce holding the X-blade passed it off to someone else, allowing them to have their moment of badassery. TOTAL REFERENCE COUNT: 31
Quinn listened to what she was saying. It was no surprise she didn't exactly trust him. However, what she said surprised him quite a bit. So...That was the rumor. "A slave trade? If that really is going on, it makes sense why they'd order a force wide search to find you and keep it from getting out. Listen, a claim like that, true or not, will get you in deep trouble. If what you're saying is true, then you can't just go around yelling it without something to back it up. Listen, i know you don't trust me, but if there really is a slave trade happening in the special forces, that can't be allowed to continue. But, i can't just take your word for it either. If you can manage to get some kind of proof that your claim is true, i'll do everything i can to help you." Quinn said to the girl, hoping she would at least believe that it wasn't some kind of trick to apprehend her. She probably knew as well as he did that if he tried to take her by force, he'd succeed. He was one of the best CQC specialists there were, and she was a teenage girl. A trained one, but the likelyhood was that he could win the fight without too much difficulty. Looking over to the side, he saw a group of three people staring in their direction. One of them looked like she ought to have hearts floating above her head and be wearing merchandise with his face on it given her expression. Dear god...It was a fangirl. Looking at their persons, he found that each of them were carrying a weapon. Likely they were from the academy, maybe early special forces, and had come to arrest Mila under orders. "Look. I'll get you out of this once. After that, you're on your own. If you can find proof that your story is true, call here. it's my personal number." He said, handing her a card in hopes she wouldn't just immediately throw it away ten minutes from now. Even if she did, if she started another riot, he'd be there. Hopefully she was intelligent enough to realize that event if it wasn't him she came to with the evidence, she needed evidence nonetheless. Standing, Quinn gave an internal sigh. Fans...He always hated his job. A large part of it was because he hated attention. This was the worst part of that. He walked over to the trio. "You three. Are you from the academy?"
India raised an eyebrow as she pulled out the device, telling him that he had instructed her to come there. He didn't recall doing that. There was a possibility he had simply forgotten about it, however unlikely it may be. He decided not to pursue to subject and simply let it drop. He took the device and glanced over it, and immediately he knew what was wrong with it. "Well, you're lucky you came to me. I shouldn't be long." Placing it on the desk, he picked up his screwdriver and readied it. With his other hand, he summoned up bolts of blue electricity as though he were about to perform an incredibly delicate procedure on the device. He made a concentrated face for a moment and finally fixed the device. He put his finger on the switch, turned it off, then turning it back on. Immediately the device powered up. Placing the screwdriver over it, the simple tool began to float with the anti-gravity device. "I believe that should fix your problems. If you have any further trouble with the device, let me know and i'll fix it free of charge. I guarantee quality with my work." He said in a somewhat sarcastic tone. He handed her back the device with a smug look on his face. That was when Dain began talking about how she looked harmless, only being armed with a tooth pick and 'lady boner'. Well, that was one way of putting it. He was decent as reading people, so it wasn't exactly difficult to tell that she had some attraction to him. However, he didn't say anything in response to it. He'd leave that up to them. Dain seemed to be having fun teasing her. He stood, grabbed the munny pouch, and walked to the door. "Dain, you wanted to get something to eat when we got some munny correct? Well, we've got it. Renna, you're welcome to come along if you like." He invited her for two reasons. First, her destroyed ego would need some tending to. Second, the first reason was made pointless by the fact he was somewhat enjoying the banter between Dain and Renna, which would result in her ego being further ruined.
India sat in a chair, very into his work. A lamp shed a dim yellow light over his desk so he could see what he was doing. He didn't even begin to turn around as Dain said to 'draw him like one of his french girls'. He knew the man well enough to know he was only trying to get a reaction out of him. Then he suggested they go out and mug people for their money so that they might be able to buy something that could pass for edible. Not want to leave his project nearly finished and just walk away, he opened the drawer of his desk and pulled out a sandwich wrapped in foil which he had been saving for his lunch and tossed it over his shoulder to Dain. "That ought to tide you over for the moment. Besides, I'm nearly finished. Then I'll accompany you on all the pillaging you like. Not that it'd stop you if i stayed here." He commented, picking up a screwdriver and tinkering with something while looking back and forth between it and the book he'd been reading on the concept of the device. The device itself was an established concept, but he was making adjustments to it to suit his own individualized style of it. That was when a more feminine voice rang through the air. It began nagging Dain to fix the food problem himself, as he had been the one to eat all of it. It was more or less true. India didn't eat much. Mostly just what was required to survive. If Dain hadn't been visiting his home so often, he either would've had a lower base food supply due to not buying more, or the food he did have would've gone bad from him not eating it. Not turning around to see the source of the small thud, he began tightening in the last screw. The girl named Renna leaned over his shoulder and asked what he was doing. "Well, i'll show you in just a moment...There we are." He said, finishing tightening it in. He set down the screwdriver and picked up what appeared to be a small disk about the size of his palm. Pressing the center of it with his thumb, three blades sharply sprung out, curving around it in a circular motion. "If you're unfamiliar with this design of weapon, it's called a Glaive. It's generally a thrown weapon, akin to a bladed boomerang. However, i've made a few adjustments to this particular model of it." Summoning up some of his magical energy, blue sparks of electricity emitted from his fingers, tracing along the blade and arcing outward in many directions shortly before being drawn into the blades, giving them a dim glow of the same hue. Small sparks appeared on the blade occasionally and ran to the edge before fading one more. "You see, i designed this to work especially well with electricity based magic. It draws in the energy from it, serving multiple purposes. First, by manipulating the flow of the current, i can theoretically manipulate the path it takes in mid flight. The severity of the path change has yet to be tested though. Second, it can conduct my magic, and act as a catalyst from a distance to increase the range of a bolt of lightning, even causing it to disperse into a small area of effect around it if i desire. And lastly, i could absorb the energy it's taken in to act as a reserve mana supply. I'd suggest this to remedy your...Predicament, but i'm afraid with any element aside from thunder it wouldn't work overly well." Finishing his explanation as to how the weapon worked, he turned his chair around to face the girl who had inquired about his work. "Now then, i believe it's my turn to ask you a question. How do you know where i live?" He asked calmly. He had seen the girl before around the town and knew her name, even spoken to her on occasion, but he wasn't overly acquainted with her. Certainly not enough to invite her into his workshop. He was just collected enough to not get upset over a to an extent unfamiliar person entering his domain. On the off chance she was hostile, he felt he could handle himself. and if not, Dain was right there. He was the muscle of the two. He'd never let him take a beating before, and he didn't imagine that he'd start now. He quickly glanced her person up and down to see if she had any weapons on her. She wore a dagger on her belt, but that wasn't uncommon to carry for self defense. For the most part, the world was a safe place, but one could never be too careful. He looked her in the eye with an unreadable expression, awaiting her response. Sitting at the table outside of the local ungodly overpriced coffee shop, Azra sipped his drink. It was quiet. Well, until someone approach him anyway. They were a loud and boisterous woman, immediately challenging him to a duel. A small smirk appeared on his face as he put down his drink and took up his sword. The sheath was still on, held onto it by a mechanism, undone by a small switch near the handle. "I accept your challenge, Maiden of the blade!" He said, standing from his seat. He had never been one to turn down a friendly challenge, and he saw no reason to deny her the right to a test of skill between them. "I give you the honor of the first strike."
R raised the X-blade high into the air, using it's vast powers to support his allies. Each of them would grow immensely stronger, enough so that they might be able to fend off the agents whilst the others fought with the almighty weapon itself. With the radiating aura of power in place, R began taking the offensive. With speed beyond anything seen before, granted to him by his weapon, he approached Omega. The power it held could be dealt with now that they had the weapon, but the sheer size of it would be a problem. R was the one to take care of that. With the X-blade, the powers he already had were increased immensely. With it, he may have been able to handle Omega. Even should the X-blade leave his hands, the power it had given him wouldn't disappear immediately. That sort of power didn't just vanish, it faded. Planting the Primordial blade into the ground, he summoned around him a massive amount of solid darkness, the quantities being completely unheard of. It took a while for anyone to realize what he could possibly be making out of this amount. Not even Black Sun was this large when he had used it. Eventually, the layers and waves of darkness began to form into a recognizable shape. Even taller than Omega stood a massive spectral warrior, dark flames rolling of its body in several places. It seemed to be translucent, as R could still be seen floating in the chest of it, but it was very solid. Possibly solid enough to even defend against a shot of energy from Omega himself. The two enormous beings began their clash, while on the ground, The X-blade was still planted into the ground with a slight tilt to the side, waiting for the next wielder who battled the agents to come and collect it, being granted the vast powers it held.
Welp, it seemed that they had been divided into three groups. People who were like "Alright screw the injured people let's race!", people who were like "BEUCE LOST AN ARM THEREFORE WE SHOULD COMPLETELY FORGET THAT ANYONE ELSE IS INJURED AT ALL BECAUSE HE IS WORSE!", and people who were like "Hand jokes are funny." Regardless of who was in what group, Beuce had received several mega-potions. They'd help for sure, but it wouldn't be just him they helped."I guess you're right cat. Those guardians won't be hunting themselves." Tossing the items into the air, they shattered into a light, bringing down a healing aura on everyone. With multiple items used, they'd be far from dying, but they'd still definitely be feeling their injuries in the morning. "There. That should make you happy Karina. Now there's no 'oh don't worry about healing me. just heal yourself'. We both got healing. And so did everyone else that needed it." He said to her. That should appease her, since they were both no longer in critical condition. Injured yes, but the injuries could be handled now. Well...Most of them anyway. No longer barely able to drag himself, Beuce looked over to the tower. "So, Yen sid lives here?" He asked rhetorically. Like, six people had just said that. Of course Yen Sid lived there. Walking over to the door of the tower, he opened it with his single remaining hand and began his trip up the stairs. This place was kinda trippy. It really gave the feel of a wizard's home.
Name: India Age: 20 Short Bio: India has always been...Off. No one has ever really been able to place what it is about him, but there is just something to the man that makes people uncomfortable. As though all their darkest secrets were transparently seen by him. He is of a genius intellect, and is a victim of insatiable curiosity. He constantly wishes to know more about everything, and one way or another, he always finds out. Weapon: Glave Main magic focus: Thunder Appearance: Spoiler Other: "The mind is the greatest traitor of all." Theme: Name: Azra Weiss Age: 24 Short Bio: Azra is considered by many to be a hero among men. He is brother to India, but is nothing like him. He has a strong sense of justice, morals, and pride. He values light above all else in the world, believing it to be the source of all life. He has learned to harness the power of it, attempting to join himself with the light, and learn more about what it is. Weapon: Excalibur Main magic focus: Light Appearance: Spoiler Other:"As i face down an army atop a mountain in winter's first snow, the last breaths of my enemies will craft the very fog which covers the mountain's peak." Theme:
Beuce felt Karina move slightly. He was glad that she was awake. But something was wrong. He heard a slight whimper, followed by a sorrowful apology, and knew exactly what was going on. She had seen his arm, and had started to cry. "Ah jeez..." He said as he tried to move his right arm up to scratch the back of his head, then remembered he no longer had one. Well, that was a weird feeling. That one would take some getting used to. He had never been able to handle people crying, especially cute girls. She grabbed his stub of an arm and began to heal it. He knew he was the more injured, but he wished she would just heal herself. She wasn't in any good shape either. The second they were through the mirror, he moved around and set her down so that she was leaning back against the wall. "Hey hey hey. Listen to me. It wasn't your fault. I tried to overpower it and thought i could take it on, and i lost. It was my fault i lost my arm, not yours. So just...Don't cry, please." He pleaded, hoping that she'd go with it and cease her tears. Dizzy from exhaustion and blood loss, he nearly fell forward on her, but stopped himself by putting his hand against the wall. "I mean, i might need you to lend me a hand once in a while. I don't have any to spare." He joked, then gave a forced chuckle, hoping to cheer her up. The healing had more or less stopped the bleeding in his arm wound, but it was far from healed over. He was in need of serious healing, but he wasn't the only one. Several wielders needed severe medical treatment after that battle, and he didn't want to shove in front of them because he thought his injuries were worse. He reverted from his soldier form so that he regained the ability to use magic and could help with the healing. His body all of the sudden felt much heavier due to his reduced strength. Immediately, he began healing Karina. He knew that she was in no condition to walk, but being carried hurt her pride. Something important to her. If he could just get her to the point where she could carry herself, then she would be alright.
Beuce looked over at the new behemoths approaching. While they were all normal Behemoths and if it came down to it they could probably take them, the majority of the wielders were in no shape to be fighting anything, him in particular. He gripped his sword tightly, ready to do whatever little he could to protect the unconscious girl next to him, but it turned out that he wouldn't need to do so. The mirror they had spent the entire time protecting while it was repairing had finished, and finally was in working condition. Struggling, Beuce managed to get back onto his feet. He could barely stand, and he was losing blood quickly. It was all he could do just to pull himself the short distance to the mirror. Dismissing the sword in a glimmer of light, he reached down with his remaining arm and grabbed the girl at his feet. With a groan, he lifted her up onto his shoulder. "After all that, i can't let you die here..." He said to her under his breath, knowing she couldn't hear him. Slowly, he limped over toward the portal to their salvation. If he couldn't even accomplish this much, there was no way he'd be able to stand a chance against the elemental guardians. He had to press onward. He had to keep going. Carrying Karina over his shoulder, he held her on by holding his palm on her lower back. With immense effort to do just this little thing, he walked forward to the mirror. It took him nearly three minutes just to walk a few feet, but he finally made it. Karina in tow, he stepped through the portal to an unknown location. They'd made it. Every had lived through the fight.
YOU WOULD ...Spending two points in heart please. BUT ONE OF THEM IS STRENGTH AND THE OTHER IS MAGIC! Strength is 36 (+4) and magic is 32 (+5)
Flaunting the intense aura of his heart, he continued to draw the position of Arma's main target to himself. A fair bit of the damage he had taken was dismissed by Stratos' healing magic. In addition, he now had a barrier of wind shielding him from damage. The others had been damaging Arma repeatedly, and even the mighty king was wearing down. "You want me to go all out then? Well, no sense in conserving energy at this point. Heh. Alright Glen. I'll show you what i can really do." Beuce's assault on the Kingsmoth was utterly relentless. Racing forward under the cover of full deck, Beuce was more or less invincible for the moment. Full deck in and of itself was a near impenetrable defense, and he had aero cast on him on top of that. The blade held by Kingsmoth was the primary weapon it used in the battle against Beuce. The man and behemoth were matching blows evenly, clashing their blades against each other with unimaginable force. Were it not for the supreme strength of the soldier, Beuce would have been easily overpowered. Tossing his sword in a strike raid fashion, it struck Arma directly in the forehead. Without a moment's hesitation, Beuce lunged at the behemoth and performed a spinning kick to its jaw. The behemoth, however, didn't stay on the defensive for long. Black markings began to coat it's entire body, as though they were tattoos. Beuce didn't know what was coming for him at this point, but he knew it didn't body well. Not to mention full deck had run its course and worn off. The behemoth came at him, but not like before. This time it was faster. Much, much faster. The strikes delivered by Arma were like trying to defend against the wind. No matter where you put your blade, It was always coming from another direction and slipped through your guard, pounding against your body. If it weren't for Aero, Beuce would have been killed right then and there. The only thing he could do to defend against the flurry of strikes was maintain distance. That wasn't all that easy considering Arma closed it with just as much speed. Leaping into the air with a back flip, Beuce just narrowly avoided a horizontal sweep from the Behemoth, but he wasn't expecting what happened next. Rather than pursuing him, Arm jabbed his hand into the ground, causing an immense geyser of dark flames. With no time to think about how to react, Beuce jabbed his sword into the ground, sending his own power spiraling forward at Arma. The two essences collided in the center of the two in a supreme struggle for dominance between the red and black auras. The power tore the ground to shreds. Finally, the struggle between the two powers came to an end. The black aura pushed forward, through the red energy and struck the wielder of the black sword with merciless fury. The impact knocked him away like he was made of paper and sent him flying, until he slammed into the bookcase behind him and fell to the floor. Blood dripped from his forehead, and his entire body was nearly torn to pieces. There was no one particular spot that was injured, it was him in his entirety. He ached all over and felt like his consciousness was about to abandon him, when he heard a sudden whistle of the wind as something flew through the air. The next few moments were a hazy memory at later times. He couldn't remember any of the details. But he knew generally what had happened to him. A sword of dark energy was fired at him, and he was in no condition to avoid it. Nor was there anyone who could save him from his fate. He felt pain like he never had before, as an unbearable burning took over his right shoulder. He let out a cry of pain, and looked over. The sight he saw would have mortified nearly anyone. The blade which had been fired at him was now coated with a dark red liquid and stabbed into the bookcase behind him. A puddle of his own blood was beginning to form next to him, dripping from the injuries. But the worst thing was his arm. It laid on the ground a few feet away, totally disconnected from the rest of his body. He honestly didn't know how to react to such a sight. He was at a loss for words, so he just remained silent. He looked back to the Kingsmoth which had defeated him. He knew he had lost and was in no shape to even attempt to fight it. With his injuries, he could stand, much less defend himself. There wasn't enough cure magic in the world to completely revitalize Beuce from the state he was in. The Behemoth reached its hand forward to extract his heart, but it found itself unable to do so. It was blown back, forced to go farther away from Beuce's action. His final act of rebellion against the monster. An enormously powerful aura burst forth from his body, blowing back everything in the area away from him "This is it! This will take you through the rest of the fight! Don't worry about healing me! If you can finish off this monster, then the fight is over and we've won! It's up to you, all of you! Take my spirit, and with it, end him once and for all!" He shouted at the other wielders around him as a pillar of crimson light radiated from his body. Out of the center of the pillar, massive red whisps of the same energy brave shot was made from emerged. One after another they came out of Beuce's red light and traveled across the library and into the other wielders there, filling each of them with the strength of a soldier, Beuce's strength. As the power had increased the strength of all the others there, Beuce weakly crawled over a ways to Karina and rested her head against his chest protectively. He gripped the black blade tightly in his remaining hand and glared at the behemoth. The king's reign was over. He'd seen to it. 1045 words Total mission EXP 1210 Spoiler: Arma the Kingsmoth 14/900 End this *****
"I think he just called you a girl" Karina said with an almost friendly chuckle. Was she...warming up to him? That was something unexpected. "I could see that" She continued. With a worried look on his face, he pulled out the front of his pants and looked down them. With a sigh of relief that was in fact not a girl, Beuce continued on with the situation at hand. Beuce was glad that Bertha was through with. Now, there was nothing else for Arma to eat. Arma was the last of the heartless in all the library, and it was time they ended this mission once and for all. Stratos was evidently not faring all too well against the Kingsmoth, nor was Kel. However, now they had backup. Every other side had finished, and they now had the entirety of the wielders helping to combat Arma. Karina took off before he did, racing forward to fight it. She didn't seem to be doing badly until Arma decided to swat her away. In a fit of anger, she lost all sense of reason, and paid the price for it. "Karina!" He yelled as his comrade was knocked out. Luckily enough, Stratos had recovered himself and was able to come to the girl's rescue. He Zantetsuken'd her out of harm's way. Approaching him, he put a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Stratos...I think you've found something you didn't have back in Camelot. You've realized why you do it. You have a reason to fight. Bloodshed is the only thing I've ever known. My world was torn to pieces by a war over nothing." Beuce raised his keyblade in front of him, staring at it. He raised his head, staring at the behemoth. The look on his face wasn't one of fear, but a look of determination. Before, he'd been afraid of this as much as anyone else, believing the situation to be hopeless. But now, he saw the King Behemoth as nothing more than another block in his bloody path. "But this one is different. I also now know why i fight!" Once again, the bright red aura surrounded Beuce, gather up his inner power. At the same time, he called upon aid from a tie in his heart. Glimmers of blue light began sparkling throughout the area, and collected to form a familiar old lady. "I can see you need this power to help you fight, just make sure you use it wisely." She cautioned before waving her wand and bringing forth once more a pink and purple grinning cat. "Oh? You need my help again? You mu-" The cat stopped as Beuce raised his fist into the air, now fully in his soldier form. The expression on his face was clear. There was no need for words, he only needed the cat's power, and he demanded to have such. For once, the Cheshire cat was silent. He only accept the power Beuce's heart had built up by raking his claws along Beuce's arm, drawing blood. The eerie purple glow once again surrounded the area, and the pink markings appeared around Beuce's body again. Both the soldier and mad world had given him incredible power. If one were to combine the two...The eyes of this form seemed to be changing constantly, floating between a bright blue and pink. With this absurd rise in power from his natural state, Arma immediately turned onto him, ready to devour his heart. Firing the rains of dark weapons at Beuce, the behemoth assumed that he would be no threat to him, same as the others were. Ordinarily, he would be right. However, hurting Karina was one of the worst moves he could have made. An image of a stop watch appeared behind him, with the hands spinning at incredible speeds. Where he had been, and where the weapons were aimed, there was nothing in an instant. Beuce was right on top of Arma, moving at Mach speeds. Swinging the black blade in his hands, he struck Arma's right cheek with unimaginable force, leaving a trail of his physical energy visible where he attacked. The force behind the attack was great enough that it actually knocked Arma off its feet. As it rose back up in anger, it had a visibly puffy cheek. 1180 Arma the Kingsmoth 436/900
Beuce wasn't all that surprised when Karina asked if she hated him. After all, her mood had been swinging more than Tarzan can do in a month. It seemed right now she was depressed. "Nah. I don't hate you. I actually kind of like you. You're cool." He said to her with a goofy smile. Well, that could give a couple mixed signals. Oh well, she could figure it out....probably. Beuce turned to the behemoth which seemed to do nothing but have a unibrow and sit there. "So, what do you say we hurry up and finish this thing off? Stratos is having a bit of trouble with the big one. Kel should be able to hold it off long enough for us to get over there, but we probably shouldn't be dragging our feet." He looked over at the two fighting the other behemoth. Well...They now had a pretty good meat shield. Suddenly, an image of him fighting Luna flashed into his mind. He simply magnify zantetsuken'd her to death. "Wow...That's a broken damage formula." He said under his breath to no one in particular. Next, something totally unexpected happened. Beuce's jaw dropped in shock at the total unexpectedness of the event. Bertha...Moved! I mean, she didn't move much. More like just took a step forward and looked around. Then just kinda laid on the ground and stared at the keyblade wielders. So it seemed Bertha was the most useless behemoth that had ever lived. Pretty much the only use it would have would be if Arma ate her and absorbed her health. Well, even that would be bad. So, they had to hurry up and defeat bertha before she was able to become a midnight snack for the kingsmoth. He ran up and smacked her on the horn with his keyblade. She made a half hearted roar in pain. Well, that was anti-climactic. Why couldn't all the behemoths have been this easy?! Grumbling about the south side getting all the easy heartless, Beuce continued to wail on the indifferent behemoth. Seriously, this thing was like a Kel behemoth! Is that what was going on here?! He looked over at Kel, and was about to accuse him of being a spy, but then he realized this was actually SOS and not SOS-not-SOS, so he decided against doing so. "You're up, Karina." Uh...Let's see...200 more words. He could uh...Inner monologue about Karina or something i guess. So yeah, Karina! Swell girl really. As long as you didn't piss her off, which was kinda like stepping over land mines, but she wasn't really so bad once you got to know her. He looked over at the girl who was in all likelihood tearing the behemoth's face off with her teeth. Whatever she was doing to it, it had to hurt. He knew she wasn't exactly fond of him at the best of times. He wondered what she thought of him. Whatever it was, it couldn't have been good. After all, before central haven, her only experience with him was just throwing a hair brush at him for asking a question, and then he'd been launched at her, groped her, and lit her skirt on fire (That was still seared and really short/revealing btw. He'd probably try and make it up to her in the next world.). In fact it was a miracle she hadn't already murdered him. I mean, she probably just thought of him as nothing more than a way to get her through the fight. Honestly, that's what he figured most people thought of him. 605 words 1110 exp Spoiler: South side Injured: Bertha - (110/300) Arma the Kingsmoth: 842/900
R reached out, gripping the handle of the weapon. This was it. They had each gone through the trials it laid before them, and conquered each and every one of them. They defeated their inner demons, overcame their strongest foes, and proved their wisdom. The twenty of them had forged the weapon of myths and legends. The primordial sword which had existed as a counterpart to kingdom hearts itself, the X-blade. Now, with the almighty power they held, they had a chance to defeat even the agents. Reaching over, he grabbed the stone around Xero's neck and yanked it off. If Kingdom Hearts and the X-blade were equal forces...Then R was going to tip the scales against even the heart of all that lived. He placed the black and white rock against the handle of the X-blade, and poured every ounce of energy in it into the weapon. With a bright flash, it ascended. Never before had anything been able to reach this level of absolute power. As it transformed, it took a different shape, suiting the wielder's own unique weapon. For R, it was his keyblades which had taken the place of the kingdom keys, and had a black and red color scheme. He turned around to face the rest of group. R had always had a powerful air around him, but the aura he gave off right now was on another level entirely. It felt like he could destroy a planet with nothing more than a thought, and it wasn't far off either. The supreme power of such a primordial force, combined with the creation of one of the most powerful humans to ever live. There came a point where one couldn't even put a scale on such immense capabilities. "This is it! This is the embodiment of our salvation! Kingdom hearts believes itself to be powerful beyond question, and thinks it can annihilate us and simply start anew without repercussions or resistance. Well, its brother force has given us a chance! It has given us the ability to fight for our survival, and to defeat that which cannot be defeated! The X-blade believes us capable of life! It is the very embodiment of light and darkness come together, and we too shall uphold this! Only together could we have forged the broken weapon, and together we will emerge victorious over the agents! If fate decides that we will be crushed under heel, helpless to save ourselves, then we will topple even the chains of fate to claim our future!" R spun around, slashing across the air with the weapon. Along where the blade traveled, a massive tear ripped open in space, creating a portal to their destination, the keyblade graveyard. "Once we step through this portal, there will be no turning back. You will be faced with the greatest foe anyone has ever gone against. Only together can we overcome this. I sense no cowardice from any of you. After all, you were each able to overcome your trial. You are all worthy to wield this weapon. Follow me to the final fight."The heartless stepped through the portal and emerged at the keyblade graveyard. Staring him down were the two agents of Kingdom Hearts, Chaos and Omega. The first time they fought, they'd just barely escaped Omega. This time would be different. Omega was the first to strike. Charging up an immense beam of turquoise energy, it fired it directly at R, attempting to defeat him in a single blow. unflinching, R raised the X-blade and slide it across the area in front of him horizontally, defending him against the attack and knocking it off course, to the point it struck the ground to the side of the agents. The battle between them had begun.
The next to speak up was Beuce. As though everything was as casual as every, he pulled up a chair and sat in it backwards. Leaning forward against the back with his legs to either side. Both his elbows rested against the top of the back, and his hands were crossed over his mouth. "So you're here for the Q&A huh? Well, i guess I'll ask mine next. I don't need to know why you want me here. I mean, who wouldn't want someone so incredibly awesome in their presence?" He said, likely making most people inner face palm. However, what happened afterwards was quite the contrast. His face became almost serious, and the questions he asked were fairly surprising given who they were coming from. "First off, Who, or rather, what are you people? You're obviously an organized group. What kind of group are you? A criminal organization, maybe? There aren't many legal by-the-book companies that drug their guests to test it out." He said, revealing to the rest of the group what exactly had happened with the drinks. "Second, What's stopping anyone in the room from leaving? What are you going to do to them if they try? You probably wouldn't keep us here without some kind of precaution, but what's the dangers of trying to leave? Unlikely something as messy as armed guards who will shoot on sight. The sound would attract attention from nearby. Probably something a bit more subtle. So why don't you fill us in? And lastly..." Beuce paused, looking at the door where they had dragged Derek through. "What was the purpose of knocking him out? He didn't seem to be going against you, so you could have just called him back if you wanted to. So, either that was just because you thought it'd be funny, or there's something we don't know about that. Which is it?"
