Callum stood quietly as all the tension in the room stepped up a notch. He was still feeling a little...different, since his drink, but the boy knew exactly what he wanted to ask this man before them, exactly how he wanted to word it. He was about to, but Tasha, the girl who had tried to be nice to him before, decided to speak up. Callum didn't care much for others in general, and he could care less if people were upset, but he didn't like the idea of him owing someone something. Regardless of whether or not Tasha had succeeded in helping him feel better (she hadn't), the fact was she had tried. He didn't know many people that had ever tried to help him, so that only made the feeling of guilt even worse. "Alright, I've got more than one question for you, so you better pay attention. Firstly, like the others, I would like to know why I specifically have been brought here. If you truly wanted some depressed, near-suicidal guy, I'm sure there are plenty to choose from, so why me? My second question is this: What exactly do you want from us? You could have helped us any number of ways, and given all the **** that's gone on in here so far and your lack of intervening, clearly it's not our best interests that you hold dear to you. So, if not our well-being, if not wanting to help us, then I very much doubt it's anything that is going to benefit any of us in the long run. Spit it out, tell us why we're all really here" he said, his voice incredibly serious but speaking with an authority he did not have. Callum stopped after that though. He wasn't sure how to phrase the next part. Well, time to clear my record, he thought to himself. Callum thought back to the knife he had placed in his pocket after his little outburst earlier. It comforted him, knowing that he had a weapon to defend himself with against the rest of the people in the room should it come to it. Although, part of him hoped he wouldn't have to use it. Damn, what was in those drinks to cause him to think things like that? Clearing his throat, he opened his mouth to speak. "My third and final question is a simple one, but one that you'd better give an honest answer to. There are people in this room that seem as though they don't desire to be here. Most of them can sit here and rot for all I care, but that's not my point. What do I have to do to win Tasha her freedom?" Callum asked, nearly surprising himself.
Wouldn't it also make it harder to find specific posts in the section you're searching in though? You would have to search through more pages to find the one you're looking for. If you're looking for a post by a certain member, there's an option for that already, so I really don't see why there would be a need to return full posts rather than how it currently is.
I'm not absolutely die-hard wanting to do it, but I'll do it if you still need people come next monday.
Gexln glanced at Xero for a moment as she spoke. "You shouldn't have to though. Things are only going to get tougher, and I've got a bit of a knack for getting into trouble, are you sure you can handle that?" he asked. His attention was then grabbed by Anta yelling at Juliet. With a bit of a groan, he slowly got to his feet. "Speaking of trouble.." he started, moving to intercept Anta. However, there was no way he'd get there before Anta attacked. In Juliet's state, he wasn't sure how well she could defend herself, so time was of the essence. He picked up the pace. Juliet stopped as Caleb lowered her keyblade to his heart. Here it was, the moment she could avenge her mother's death. She could kill him, she could relieve her suffering, if only temporarily. However, despite the rage inside of Juliet, she couldn't do it. She wanted to, every inch of her wanted to spill his blood and kill her mother's murderer, but she knew she couldn't. It would ruin the entire purpose of them being there, of doing the trials, but more than that..it would be disrespecting Kaxar's memory more than anyone else had, for Juliet knew very well that Kaxar wouldn't want blood being spilled on her behalf. The girl turned around at Anta's words. "Calming them down by attacking them. Someone's a regular genius" Juliet said dryly, before raising her keyblade. Her mind was by no means focused, but she was slightly calmer than she had been a moment ago. Not because of Anta, but because of her mother. It appeared that even in death, Kaxar still guided her. "Anta, stop trying to make it seem like you understand me, like you know me! You know nothing about me, you don't know what I've been through at all. So your mother didn't cry over the loss of your father, but did you? I haven't seen you shed a single tear since you came here. Maybe you're the one that needs their head checked, not her" she insulted, preparing to defend against the attack. It would be tough, but she would be able to defend against it if she could rotate her keyblade far enough around that it would be lengthy enough to block the strike. After that, she could figure out a counter attack. In Juliet's distraction, Caleb had stepped back away from the keyblade. He had no intention of resisting any punishment Juliet deemed fit, but until such a fate was decided, she had to be kept alive. He owed Kaxar that much, to keep her daughter alive. With a light touch, Caleb pushed Juliet to the side and stepped in front of her. The girl was shocked, and looked very pissed off at him, but she didn't attack him. That was a good sign, it meant there was some small part of her that didn't want him dead. Holding both hands in front of him, a long pillar of light appeared, and after a few seconds it vanished and in its place was a long spear. "Back off Anta. If you want to get to her, you're going to have to go through me. She's right. This is my fault, all of it. If I hadn't killed Kaxar, she'd still be alive today. It's only fitting that I, too, go down. My life is in Juliet's hands now, until she sees it fit to end it for me. If she chooses now, so be it, but until she does, I'm going to protect her, I'll keep her safe in honour of her mother's memory. I'd rather not have to fight you, and I'd rather not have another death on my hands, so put down your weapon and back down" Caleb threatened.
Gexln turned his head to the side slightly when Xero approached. He didn't want her to see any form of weakness within him, especially the emotional kind, but at the same time she was someone he trusted a lot. He met her gaze as she put her hand in his, but was unsure what to say. "I..sort of. Physically, I'm fine. Emotionally, it's like I just got stabbed through the chest. Neither feel particularly good" he said. After a brief moment of letting that sink in, he sat up. "You know, it seems like I'm one ****** father, and a pretty horrid person in general. Are you sure you want to get tangled up in my little mess?" he asked, a little concerned.
Gexln simply lay there, not moving aside from the slow rise and fall of his chest due to his breathing. His face was a little bloody, but he hurt far more on the inside than he did on the exterior. Juliet's words rang true within him, yet he did not show any signs of it. To most, it would look as though he was simply exhausted or in too much pain to move, but he was doing it by choice. Images were flashing in his mind, memories of himself and Kaxar, of Glen and Kara, and then finally the moment that prevented more memories from ever being created. His daughter was right, he had failed. He had failed to control his inner darkness when he had been confronted by his brother and Luke all those years ago, and he had failed to control his darkness and protect Kaxar when it mattered. Spoiler: Juliet's breakdown Juliet whirled around as she was moved off of Gexln. Tears were flowing down her face at this point, but she didn't care. All that was running through her mind was the thoughts of her and Kara, of a little girl and her mother, and the pain she felt upon seeing her both leave and die. She had been extremely close with her mother, about as close as a mother and daughter could be, and the memory still tore her up, even after many years had passed. She promptly slapped Anta in the face, glaring at him as she did. "Your mother left your father? Oh go cry me a river, I don't care. Don't even pretend like you know me, I don't even know your name, not that it matters. If you even think about laying a hand on me again, I'll cut it right off and shove it down your throat, do you hear me? You can tell me all the sorrowful woes you have, you can let loose as many tears as you like, but at least both of your parents are alive. At least your parents didn't commit mass murder on the family you never knew, and at least your mother didn't abandon you to run after the one that ruined her life" Juliet hissed, bitterness heavy in her voice as she spoke. Next to speak up was Xepphiras. She was one of the few people that had tried to befriend Juliet, and the way she spoke did sound very much like a friend trying to help another friend, but Juliet barely acknowledged that. "You think..you think I'll ever let her be a parental figure? You're just as bad as my father is. Everyone's just in such a hurry to forget about Kaxar, to move on and act like she was never here. You all sicken me, you've got no respect and you don't care, do you? She was my mother. Gexln took her away from me, then Caleb destroyed any chances of her returning when he murdered her, but hey let's just forget all that and work together right? There's no wa-" Juliet said, voice full of emotion as she spoke, but was cut off by the feeling of arms wrapping around her. Juliet, at first, was shocked. After everything she was saying, why was Xero hugging her? Was this some sort of sympathy hug, or did she actually mean it? Soon after, that feeling of shock turned to one of sorrow. She wanted to break down and start bawling her eyes out, regardless of the fact everybody was around. Once that feeling had subsided, it turned to pure rage. More rage than she had had before. The girl began squirming to get out, and finally she did. She turned around and for a brief moment, both her and Xero would be able to see the hurt, the suffering, and the sorrow in each others' eyes. Once that moment was gone though, Juliet's eyebrows furrowed and the tears slowed until they eventually came to a stop. With a mighty heave, Juliet shoved Xero forward and away from her. "Are your ears broken? Or do you not have a brain? Why the **** would you even do that? Sorry doesn't achieve anything, it changes nothing, and it will not bring my mother back. Don't you dare touch me, ever again!" Juliet screamed. She was going to continue, but out of the corner of her eye she suddenly saw the man with the worst timing in existence moving towards them. Caleb had finally made his way back to the platform with his piece held in his hand. He had heard what Juliet was yelling to Xero, and was immediately overcome with immense guilt. "Juliet" he said simply, his voice stern and serious as he spoke. He waited until Juliet turned to look at him. Her eyes were full of rage, of hatred, and pain; just as Gexln's had been the moment Kaxar was slain. "If you're going to be mad at anyone, be mad at me. I will shoulder the blame, for it was my blade that took the life of your mother. I've been haunted by it forever since, but it seems as though it'll never leave me" he said, apologizing in his own way. His eyes widened slightly at the sound of Juliet's keyblade being summoned. "Nothing you say will ever make me forgive you" Juliet spoke. She rushed forward and attacked him with her keyblade with a powerful, horizontal slash. With incredible reactions, Caleb summoned his two nodachis and parried her strike, although the sheer force caused his feet to move a short distance back. Juliet wasn't ending her relentless assault, attacking again and again and again, each hit becoming more desperate then the last. Eventually, it wasn't fighting as much as it was pure anger. "You will burn in the deepest depths of hell for what you did. You should be the one dead. You! Not her! What gives you the right to keep breathing while she does not?!" Juliet cried. In an instant, Caleb's weapons could be heard clattering to the ground, completely useless to him. The next strike of Juliet's keyblade was not parried, but rather caught with Caleb's hands. He felt blood leaking from the wound it created, and he went sliding dangerously close to the edge of the stained glass, but he was alive. For now. "I don't have that right! I killed a friend, I took away a mother, and I helped Xindai get all the more powerful for it. Maybe she would have been better for this trial, maybe she could overcome what I couldn't! If you want me dead so badly" he said, using sheer strength to pull the keyblade down so that it was pointing just over where his heart would be. "Then do it. Finish me, and allow me to beg for forgiveness from her personally"
Gexln's attention was caught by the sight of Juliet, face wet from tears. While normally he may have made fun of someone for being in such a state, now was not one of those times whatsoever, especially when it came to his daughter. Walking over, the Nobody came to a stop next to the daughter of chaos, and simply remained in silence for a moment. He would allow Juliet to speak when she was ready, and would not force her to do so any earlier. After a minute of nothing but silence, Juliet could take it no longer. Spinning around, she swiftly slapped her father across the face. Her face was one of fury, which was fitting given the circumstances. "What the hell is that for?" "My test was different. I saw something, a memory. But it wasn't my memory, it was mother's. It was the night..the night you took everything away from her. You..you caused her so much pain. She never spoke of it, but I could see it in her eyes; I could tell she was hiding it from me. Yet, despite everything you took from her, despite all the opportunities she never got because of you, she was willing to chase you to the ends of the earth, she was willing to risk everything just to see you again. You must've made her happy despite all that, and that's the part that she remembered, not the pain. Why did she go after you after what you did? Why did she leave me?! She left me behind, and it's all your fault!" Juliet cried out, tears flowing once more. Gexln looked at his feet for a moment, not willing to look Juliet in the eyes. Every word she said was true, and everything hurt a lot. "Because she cared about me. She was the only one that was there for me when I needed it, but I wasn't there when she needed me most. I didn't deserve her, and I wasn't going to hold her back any longer by being around" he said, speaking softly. "And by not being around, you only made her want to go after you more. You ended up holding her back even more than you did when you were around. And..when she died, when she died to save you, how did you honour her memory? You didn't kill her murderer, you didn't do anything other than shed a few tears. Once you'd done that, you then moved onto the next person that would have you didn't you! Rather than mourning, you disgraced her memory with her!" Juliet screamed, pointing accusingly at Xero as she did so. "Did you ever really care for her, or was she just some play thing?" "Of course I did! You think I chose to leave? You think I chose to..to never see her again? I lost control to the darkness, I was too weak to protect her after that, and I couldn't save her when it mattered. You think Xero is just a replacement, don't you? I care about Xero, she's special to me, but that does not mean I've forgotten Kaxar. Every minute of every day of every hour, I can't stop seeing that moment over and over again, but thinking about it will change nothing. She's gone, and it's time we both accepted it. I'm sorry for abandoning both of you, but I did what I thought was best" Gexln responded, his voice starting off as a threatening, booming sound, and gradually reducing to a soft whisper as he spoke. "That isn't good enough! You think you can say sorry and things will be fine? How many people have been brought back because someone said they were sorry? You say you care but your actions say otherwise. You..are...a liar!" Juliet yelled out, leaping forward and tackling her father to the ground, before beginning to hit him in the face. Gexln simply lay there as she did, not willing to raise a hand against his daughter unless things got life threatening.
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Sven looked up from where he was slumped. "I'm no lapdog. I make my own decisions, I just respect his too" he growled back at Nickel's comment. He was feeling steadily more and more annoyed by this guy as despair sank deeper and deeper into him. He listened to what Nickel said, hanging for some word of Cierra, and when he heard of the captured healer hope flared up inside of him. However, as his captor continued on, that hope slowly turned into gut-wrenching pain. When Nickel left, the tension inside of Sven's bones reached breaking point. He was a captive of humans, surrounded by humans, and why had he come there? Humans. It always boiled down to them, didn't it? From the day his brother had died, to that very moment in the prison cell. Worse still, he knew Cierra and Orpheus were probably alive because of the healer's capture, but Sven himself knew that the humans were about to attack. Not only that, but he was a prisoner of those *******s, trapped and unable to lift even a finger to protect the only two people in the world he cared about. Only moments after the lustor had left the room, a bone expanded from Sven's wrists, cutting the ropes that bound him, as he rushed forward and up to the bars. He had to get out, he had to escape and warn Cierra and Orpheus before it was too late. If he didn't get out, they were dead. Raising his fist, he slammed it on the bars as though it would achieve something. "Hey! Get back here and let me out!" the bloodbone yelled, as loudly as he possibly could in the hopes Nickel would return. He began pounding furiously on the bars, each hit getting harder and harder, more desperate by the second, all the while screaming for the lustor to come back and release him. Emotions were playing a huge part in his assault on the bars. Part of him knew he wouldn't be able to break the bars, part of him didn't care. He had to do something, he couldn't simply sit there and wait. After a few more minutes of pounding, his fist was now bloody and bruised, and he simply leaned against it, defeated, and began to sob quietly. Tears were going down his face; the tears of a broken man. Kept in the worst place possible for Sven, surrounded by his enemies, and his friends condemned to death, the warrior had finally broken.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RpzvHL3sebQ A little trip down nostalgia lane, just for you.
Arabella was getting irritated very quickly with everyone in that room. Normally she was a very patient girl, but when there was even the smallest chance her brother could be in danger, there was no time to wait at all. Thankfully, Lucia explained things rather nicely, putting Arabella's mind at ease. "She's right, we can't give this fugitive the chance to hurt anyone. If you want to argue about how morale it is going after somebody, feel more then welcome to do it once we've captured her. I hate needless violence, but if she's as unstable as the notice makes her seem..we may not have a choice" the girl stated. She was ready to leave, but then she heard a boy asking a question. Great, more delays, she thought to herself. Arabella shook her head quickly in response. "Technically there's no limit on how many people per group, so there's nothing stopping you there, and if you really insist on it, I can't stop you. But, the longer this takes, the more people that will be at risk of getting hurt. If we have smaller groups, we'll cover more ground and track this Mila girl down faster, so please just form another group. It doesn't matter who you take, we just have to find the defector fast. Take anyone, how about.." the sniper started, eyes scanning the room quickly. Most people had formed a group already, there were very few people left. Suddenly her eyes rested on someone, the boy that had ignored her before. "He'll do" she finished. Samuel's face was a look of pure shock at first. He hadn't expected to actually be in a group with anyone, so he had almost completely ruled out the possibility. However, as much sense as it made for him to be in a group with the boy, Samuel preferred to work alone. What if somebody found out about his past? What would he do then? No, far safer to avoid that risk altogether. Shaking his head, his look of shock turned into a slight frown. "Nope, nuh-uh. Not happening. I do my missions alone. He'll have to find somebody else" he replied, showing his immediate refusal. He watched carefully as the girl that had hit him before turned around and came walking over to him. "There is nobody else" "Sure there are. Look at that guy over there, and the one over there. There are people left" "I've seen you practicing. You're a capable fighter, we need people like you to pull their weight" "No way. He'll just have to get someone else" Five seconds later, the boy was hit across the head once more. "Are you really going to refuse to help because you have too much of an ego to work with others? You'll help him, or you're going to get thrown out of this academy for refusing to follow a mission, and you'll get your ass kicked by a girl. Will your ego survive that?" Samuel frowned once more, before standing up and walking over to Takeshi. He didn't like it at all, but he would have to listen to the bossy girl. The more he argued, the more people that died; and he didn't want to be responsible for any more deaths. Holding out his hand, he tried to force a smile, although he feared that his insecurities were showing as he did. "Samuel Agnès, lets get moving"
While D'daer, and Cat were working on one of the behemoths, Glen well and truly had his hands full with the one he had chosen to attack. However, his attention was taken from the behemoth given to a loud explosion nearby. He turned to look at where it had come from, before shouting at D'daer. "Hey hey! Keep the friendly fire off!" he yelled out. He would have continued yelling at his teammate, I mean he had nearly been hit by an explosion, I don't know about you but I'd be pretty pissed about it too. Luckily for D'daer, he saw Unibertha readying to stand on him. Reacting swiftly, Glen dodge rolled to his right and out of the way of the attack, before turning to look at Unibertha. The behemoth was certainly different to the average heartless. For one thing, it had a unibrow. A god damn unibrow. That alone set it aside from any other behemoths, hell even any other species, judging from how many females in the world had a unibrow. It was pretty stupid, to say the least. For another, it's current state was baffling. In the span of a couple of minutes, the unibrow had slowly been expanding. Getting bigger, getting thicker, it kept growing and widening until the point it looked less like a unibrow and more like the behemoth had a huge furry log just stuck on her face. Now, you would think that would be bad enough (I mean he could suffocate in that thing) but no, Bertha was not done yet. The giant behemoth exercised control over her unibrow/beard/facial hair balaclava, to such an extent that just about every male that was proud of their facial hair would suddenly not be. Yes, it was that bad. The sides of the unibrow began to curl a little bit, and then uncurled, and then they shot forward at Glen. Instinctively, Glen leaped out of the way of the hairy assault. As he landed, Glen found himself in a state of extreme shock. He had just been attacked, not by a behemoth itself, but a behemoth's facial hair, as though it had come alive or something. "Well, somebody's overdue for a haircut" Glen said, making a joke that wasn't really a joke that was actually so bad both him and his rper made a vow to never make again. Seriously, even i'm disappointed in that. But, moving on. Dashing back to his ward stick, Glen then made a short jump and landed right in front of Unibertha, prepared to attack. He could have simply dashed right there to begin with, but in his mind the movement looked cool, and style points were everything. With his alright speed stat, the boy moved swiftly from just in front of Unibertha to exactly underneath the horn of his foe. This post had better end soon, I'm way too tired to keep making interesting and relevant things, but Glen sure as hell wasn't going to stop. He ducked down and prepared to utilize his legs to jump into the air like a complete and utter boss. In an instant, he performed his dolphin blow move, launching upwards with the force of...a jumping dolphin, I guess, and immediately he froze in mid air. Why that had happened was simple; he was a martial artist now, and going off plenty of action movies I know for a fact gravity means nothing to them, so it didn't to him either. Once his little moment of gravity-defiance was over, Glen continued his upwards movement, his left fist repeatedly striking the behemoth's horn ten times, before he was swatted away by the manliest unibrow to ever exist on a female. OOC: 40 bp dealt to Unibertha due to double BP 621 words, 30 exp awarded 240 exp total earned Spoiler: South Side Behemoth: 1 - (204/300) 2 (Dubbed Bertha, more names to follow) - (231/300) 3 - (299/300) 4 - (299/300) 5 - (299/300) Defender: CLEAR Large body: 1 - (16/17) 2 - (16/17) 3 - (16/17) Assault Rider: 8 Morning Star: 12 Shadow: CLEAR Black fungus: 13 Bolt tower: 14 Crescendo: CLEAR Soldier: CLEAR
Equipping Wrath of the warrior with the 3AP made available because of exp writer no longer requiring ap.
Name: Zeke John Catser Age: 15 Gender: Male Height: 5"5 Appearance: here Personality: Generally pretty negative, a bit of a downer, and can become a little aggressive rather quickly. However, he is exceptionally loyal and cares deeply about each and every pokemon he befriends. Region: Kalos Hometown: Dendemille Town Professor: Professor Sycamore Starter Pokémon: Name: Scarlet Species: Fennekin Gender: Female Personality: Mischevious, daring, and always looking to play. Unlike other pokemon, Scarlet does not sit in a pokeball, but chooses instead to sit on top of Zeke's shoulder. Name: Tobias Species: Totodile Gender: Male Personality: Playful, but often gets himself into fights because of a naturally aggressive nature. Favorite Type(s): Fire and Dragon Back Story: From a young age, Zeke was interested in pokemon. As he got older, this never dissappeared, only intensifying. At the age of 14 he joined an academy for pokemon trainers, aptly named Pokacademy, however upon arrival he received a Fennekin from an old machine, but the gates to Pokacademy were shut. Determined not to be shut down as a pokemon trainer, Zeke left the island and went home to where his family's totodile was waiting for him. He had had Tobias since the pokemon had hatched from an egg, and he made the decision there and then to be the best pokemanz trainer there ever was, planning for Tobias and Scarlet to help him get there.
Juliet Senka could not believe what she was seeing. The sight before her had caused tears to well up in her eyes, and an unrelenting fury ready to explode from within her at a moment's notice. Like everyone else, she too had awoken on a glass, mosaic-like platform with images of several important people to her on it. She had seen an image of R, friend of her father's and the man spearheading the operation to save the worlds, she had seen one of Kaxar, her mother and arguably the most important person to her, she had seen one of Gexln, her father and murderer of her mother's village. There was also one of Xero, the woman her father seemed to care deeply about, a fact that annoyed Juliet very much, there was one of Xindai, the man that had manipulated her father several times and tried to murder them all. An image of Caleb, the boy that had murdered her mother, was there along with one of Valinton, one of Natana's first victims as well as part of the reason a replica of him had tried to murder first her father and then her herself. However, nothing could have prepared her for her dive to the heart. If the test of the guardian's door was supposed to test a person's inner strength and ability to stand against the challenger's inner demons, then it was doing a damn good job. Going into the door, Juliet had radiated confidence, sure that she would overcome whatever the x-blade threw at her, but now..now she wasn't so sure of herself. The x-blade had chosen a moment in time before Juliet had even been born to test her. She had been placed not in a memory of her own, but one of someone very dear to her. She had been placed in a location from the memory of her mother, Kara, on the morning that her father lost control of the darkness within and destroyed the village they had both grown up in. She could see everything, from every person being cut down by Glen, to every building going up in flames from the dark firagas he flung wordlessly at them. Juliet had heard the story from her mother few times, and had listened closely to them each time, but seeing it for herself was another matter altogether. Finally, Juliet could stand still no longer. Tears still welled up in her eyes, she stepped forwards. "Father! Stop this!" she called out, anguish evident in her voice as she yelled desperately. Had it been reality, Glen would have ignored her and continued due to not recognising he had a daughter, but this was a test of Juliet's inner strength, and so the replica Glen turned and faced her, skin completely black and eyes red as though they were a demon's. After a few moments of simply staring, Glen turned around and continued his slaughter. Leaping from person to person, he cut them down instantly, but was stopped shortly by the sound of a keyblade being summoned. Juliet had summoned her keyblade in an attempt to be brave and stop him. What came from Glen had not been expected by Juliet. He simply leaned back and laughed. It was not a human laugh, it was heavily distorted in voice and sounded like the kind of laugh one would hear from a psycopathic murderer, which almost made sense in that situation. Then, as quickly as it had appeared, it ceased, only for Glen to leap forward and lash out with darkness-infused claws. Juliet acted swiftly, and blocked the strike, but the force of it put her onto her knees in an attempt to hold him off. "Father! Please! I'm begging you, let the people live!" she cried, tears flowing freely now as Glen pulled back then lunged forward with another strike. "Think of what this will do to you! To her!" Juliet screamed, thinking of Kara as she did so. Somehow she found the strength to stand again and pushed her father back. "You may be my father, but I will not stand by and let you slaughter these people any longer! If you want to continue your murderous rampage, you will have to get through me to do it! I won't let you become the monster you think you are!" Juliet yelled as loudly as she possibly could, striking him with her keyblade as she did so. The replica Glen recoiled in shock at being hit. He hadn't expected her to fight back to passionately, or with so much strength. However, the form he was in was the strongest one that both Glen and Gexln had access to, and he knew that very well. Leaping forward once again, he ducked under a swing of the keyblade and simply thrust his hand straight through Juliet's chest, ripping out her heart in the process and dropping it onto the ground. A blinding light enveloped Juliet, and when it receded she found herself kneeling on the ground, back on the platform, in a small pool of tears. The fear had gotten to her, and she had succumbed to it. She had failed her test, and that only caused far more pain and sorrow to her. She hadn't just failed herself, she had failed everyone. The girl was brought out of her sorrowful state by an object floating down in front of her and landing on the ground. It was a piece of the x-blade. "Did I..did I pass? But I failed..I lost to him.." she said quietly. It was then she realized the true test of the x-blade. Her mission had not been to stop her father or kill him, but to simply stand against him no matter how painful it was. And she had done just that. Clutching the piece of the x-blade close to her chest, she held it there for a moment, before turning and sprinting as fast as she was able back to the others, where she placed the piece in the appropriate spot.
My vote is for Stratos, and if he doesn't win I will quite literally die of shock. Please do not test me on this.
Glen, while everyone was having wardrobe changes, had been fighting off several large bodies. As each one leaped at him, he would dodge roll to the side and retaliate with a swift strike, only for his victim to spin around and block it with a rather large bulge. Their stomach, you perverts. Things weren't working out too well at this rate. With each attack being blocked, surely he would fall victim to fatigue. He had to do something desperate. Something miraculous. Something awesome. Turning around, Glen found a brief opening that would give him ample time to make a badass transformation sequence. So, first step complete, now for the next bit. Grabbing his shirt, he threw it off, before proceeding to throw off any and all clothing on him with more skill than even the most accomplished streaker. Right as he got to his underwear, that too came off, but the disney gods that dislike male nudity decided that it was the right time to poop the party and ruin the fun, enveloping Glen in a bright light that acted as a temporary censor bar. He floated into the air, and immediately several runes began circulating around Glen. What they said, he had no idea, but it really added to the effect and that's what counted. Once the light had receded and Glen found himself landing flat on the ground, he felt a little lighter. And more muscular. He had no shirt on, instead he had bandages that wrapped around his torso and his hands. For some reason, the quality of his drawn appearance had also deteriorated, but that didn't matter because we're assuming they're 3D models, or at least I am. He didn't have an amazing, awe inspiring weapon though, and that kind of sucked, but to replace it he had absolutely badass tattoos that he didn't remember getting. Don't ask me how, but he could also feel his manliness level increasing by the second. In fact, Glen was now so manly he didn't need a weapon. He summoned his Hidden Dragon keyblade in his left hand and closed his eyes for a moment. Focusing every ounce of his extreme manliness into his fists, he gripped the sides of it and, empowering his strength stat to over 9000 for half a second, snapped the keyblade in half. He had other keyblades, because videogame logic, but Hidden Dragon could never be used again. Tossing the remains of it at one of the large bodies before him, he watched it ricochet off it before he dashed forward and prepared for an amazing martial arts sequence. He hadn't entirely closed the distance, and Glen had maintained the gap between them for good reason. Pulling down the top of the hood he now had on so that it acted as a blindfold, Glen was going to do things the true monkish way. Holding out his hand, he thrusted his arm in the direction of a nearby large body. From his palm, for reasons unknown, a sound wave appeared in physical form and flew at the opponent, marking it with a small icon and revealing it in the fog of war. The camera zoomed in for a brief moment to Glen's hood and went through it to have an intense shot of Glen's intense face of focus. A voice could be heard that is assumed to be his thoughts as a quiet "I can hear your every movement" is played in the air. Utilizing the second part of his q, Glen dashed through with his leg outstretched in an awesome kung fu kick move, slamming his foot directly into the large body's face and killing it instantly. Then, because he has a wealth of BP on Saturdays, he heard another large body attacking him from behind. Acting swiftly, Glen literally slammed his fist into the ground so hard that a small shockwave was sent from the point of origin, harming the large body and slowing its movement. However, Glen got hit from behind because Riot had decided Lee Sin's e was too OP with the attack speed slow, so Glen was sent crashing to the ground in front of him. Not willing to admit defeat, the blind monk threw a small stick behind the large body. Yes, a small stick. The small stick had a glowing green eye above it, and revealed the area, so it was a ward stick. In order to save his ward stick friend, Glen dashed to it and gave it a small shield to absorb some damage. He then turned around and pulled up his hood not so he could aim but so he could judge how awesome his next move looked. Unleashing his inner monk, Glen spun around and roundhouse kicked the large body as hard as he possibly could. "Hikku!" he cried, kicking the heartless so hard it went flying past him, the heartless, and began circulating the world for an hour solid, with Glen kicking it each time it passed to speed it up, before he finally changed the trajectory and sent it crashing into Unibertha, who had apparently grown a unibrow in the last post. Unfortunately for him, Unibertha was miraculously tanky and took the hit like a boss, only taking 8 damage. OOC: 2 Large Bodies killed (32BP) Unibertha damaged (8BP) 880 words, 60 exp awarded. 210 exp in total from EXP Writer I. Spoiler: South Side Behemoth: 1 - (204/300) 2 (Dubbed Bertha, more names to follow) - (271/300) 3 - (299/300) 4 - (299/300) 5 - (299/300) Defender: CLEAR Large body: 1 - (16/17) 2 - (16/17) 3 - (16/17) 6 - (17/17) 7 - (17/17) 8 - (17/17) 9 - (17/17) 10 - (17/17) 11 - (17/17) 12 - (17/17) 13 - (17/17) Assault Rider: 9 Morning Star: 12 Shadow: CLEAR Black fungus: 13 Bolt tower: 16 Crescendo: CLEAR Soldier: CLEAR
Once again, it's that time of the month. No, not that time, the monthly chocolate-fest comes later. I meant the time of month that you bleed. From your ears, because my singing is so terrible. So for all you masochists, I hope you're prepared for something truly, truly outrageous. More outrageous than Taric's gems. When will my life begin and more! Strange people that happen to be like Glen Apologies for everyone else. The tale of the lovely gents who decided to make a home of Glen's heart With these powers combined, I AM CAPTAIN PLANET. I mean, uh, I earned 9 crowns, and 1250 munny. Unequipping Air Combo Plus, Aerial Sweep, and High Jump. I will then purchase Energy Bangle, unequip my Hidden Dragon keyblade, and then equip the all powerful monk job! Also unequipping the skill commands Strike Raid, Cure, and April Showers. Equipping Reluctancy. So after the purchases, my AP is capped at 21/17(+4) AP and Glen is at 925 munny. Also spending all of my 15 crowns to get +3hp.
Hunter, still pinned under the mass of undead, was still squirming to get up. He was making no progress whatsoever, if anything he was only encouraging more undead to get on and weigh him down a bit more. He tried to respond to Gwen's comment with every single curse word that could possibly come to mind, but unfortunately for him the undead were sitting on his face, and all that could be heard from him was a huge mess of muffled anger. The unthinkable had happened; a censor had been created and used on Hunter. At this realization, Hunter began squirming all the more, fists flying in every direction and the amount of swearing only intensifying, but once again the undead prevented him from doing...well, anything. Gawain Griffin had awoken from unconsciousness a short time before, just shortly after they had acquired captives. Each of them were intriguing, and Gawain did not like the idea of having captives one bit. It was dishonourable, not a pretty way to win a war, but he could overlook it. He could worry about honour later, he had to ensure he still had a life to live first. One captive in particular stood out to him, the one that was making some kind of muffled sound underneath a pile of undead. There was something familiar about that one, something that reminded Gawain of something, but he wasn't sure what it was. He turned his head to look at Orpheus as he was called over to him. Still more than a little annoyed with Orpheus, he contemplated refusing the request. However, his respect for him as a soldier won over, and Gawain found himself walking over, before kneeling in front of Orpheus with his head down. "I must warn you, General, I don't swing that way" he said, unable to resist taking a jab at Orpheus. Sven was barely listening to Nickel. He had his hands tied, not that it mattered when he could just extend a bone and slice through it, and he was simply sitting with his back against the wall that he was chained to, head hanging down in shame. If Nickel looked close, he would see not anger, not hatred on Sven's face, but a look of extreme sorrow. Sven was entirely convinced that Cierra was dead, and he was blaming himself for it. The scenario replaying constantly in his head, making him wonder what he could have done differently to prevent the injury. Maybe he could have been faster, he should have been faster, but he hadn't been. However, one part of what Nickel said did go through. "If your cover is blown because a few humans die, then clearly whoever sent you here should have picked a better man to send" he spat out, his dislike towards his captor showing blatantly. After a few moments of waiting for his words to sink in, Sven decided to give Nickel an answer. After all, what did he have to lose? He was a captive in the single most hated place he could be in, and Cierra was dead. Orpheus was probably alive, but from what he had heard of the speech the Chief had given, that wouldn't last long. "My name is Sven Arch, friend of Orpheus Graveson. I didn't come here to murder the humans, that was just an added bonus, I came here to save a friend. There's someone here I needed. A lustor with the power to heal. She could have saved her, but not now..now she's already dead" Sven said, a hint of sadness in his voice at the end. A mass of humans and the occasional lustor neared where Orpheus and co. were, led by Arnold Chieftain himself on a black horse with white spots, specifically chosen as to not be racist, because back in those times people worried about those things all the time. It had taken them longer to get there than the Chief had originally thought, half an hour longer to be exact. He had expected there to be undead outside his walls, they had all known that would be the case, but he hadn't expected so many of them. They had lost a few humans on the way there, but overall they were unscathed, due to the firearms each of them now possessed. As he got a little closer, his eyes fell upon a sight that he had hoped he would not see. From where they stood, it was easier to identify the captives than the Chief would have thought. He could see each of the group that had gone missing, all in a position that they wouldn't be able to move in. This made things much, much more difficult and dangerous. He could try to rush in with the other humans and attempt a rescue at the same time as an attack, but to do so would risk the lives of the captives. That made a full assault a last resort. There was only one solution. Climbing off the horse, the Chief kept his rifle held rather close and, repeating the same thing he had done to get the attention of the humans, he raised it into the air and fired one shot in an attempt to get Orpheus' attention. "General Orpheus, I have come to you with a proposition. Last night, our district was visited by who I am presuming was one of your men. He took the lives of several soldiers, some good men that died protecting the home they have grown up in, and he was soonafter captured. He is not here with us currently, but all it takes is a single person to go and fetch him, and he could easily be released. What I am holding right here is a little toy we cooked up recently, a tool that fires small objects at you so fast you don't even have time to move. If one of these objects were to hit you in an important area, you won't even have time to pray to whatever gods you lustors worship before the life leaves you. Why I'm telling you this is because, from where I'm standing, several of my fellow soldiers beside me could take you out at my command" the Chief said, stating the threat as bluntly as was needed. He was not done, however, indicated as he opened his mouth and continued speaking. "Now, listen closely, here's my proposition to you. I'm not an unreasonable man, but I've been driven to a point that my patience is wearing thin with you and your undead. If you release each and every one of those captives that you have there, I'm willing to return our captive to you alive, well, and unharmed. Hell, we'll even send him back with a jug of our finest mead. We'll also let you keep something very important to you; your lives" the Chief yelled, voice booming through the area as he delivered his terms.
