The upgrade table is now on the first page of the OOC thread.
Gexln sighed. Of all times to bring up doubts within herself, Xepphiras had to choose the moment the x-blade was judging their worthiness. Something had to be done to convince her to believe in herself, and it had to be done quick. An idea popped into his mind suddenly. "Keep doubting yourself and darkness will get the edge on you. Seriously, if you were going to go insane and lose control, don't you think it would've happened by now? The fact you're worrying about it should be enough to keep it at bay, it'll keep your heart going strong to push it back" he said simply. "When I first became a Nobody, darkness had a hold on me stronger than it has on you right now. I lost control, more than one time actually, and I did some horrible things. Things I don't like to talk about, things that, in my darkest moments where I was more aggressive than ever before, I still felt a horrendous pain over. I once had a brother, did you know that? Probably didn't, nobody else does. He's dead, by my own hands. I lost control, he tried to stop me, he died trying, and for the longest time I didn't care. That lack of caring, that genuine love of murder, even when it was my own family..my last surviving family member..the way I was, I was fighting very much as a heartless would, as a pawn of the darkness. It treated me like that, and it used me against my control. So long as you avoid that carelessness, you'll be fine, so don't worry about it so much, alright?" Gexln asked, growing tired fast of the girl's lack of faith in herself. Caleb stood still with his arm raised. "Steel is my body, fire is my blood" he spoke. He expected Gexln to rush forward, to try to stop him, but he did not. No, he simply stood there..and laughed. "You still think you're going to come out on top of here. You think you can atone for your sins? You murdered Kaxar. Your friend, someone who trusted you, and you stabbed her in the back" "I have created over a thousand blades" Caleb said through gritted teeth. "What about Skadi Wynter? The girl you loved? Where were you when she needed you? She died alone. Day in, day out, you two were always together, but where were you when it mattered?" "Unknown to death, nor to life" "It's your fault she's dead" At this, Caleb stopped the chant, and in the blink of an eye began running straight at Gexln. Punches flew at him, blades discarded. Gexln had anticipated this, and blocked each and every strike, before retaliating with a painful roundhouse kick and knocking Caleb back. Caleb went flying back from the force of the blow the Gexln replica had delivered. He crashed to the ground, but he got up quickly. He had let his emotions cloud his mind in just that instant, but it wouldn't happen again. He had to end it there and then, or else the battle would play out exactly as it had when they previously met. He had approached this all wrong; he couldn't afford to let his emotions fight for him, rather he had to use them to strengthen him. Closing his eyes, he raised his hand once more. This caused the Gexln replica to scoff and laugh at him, as though he couldn't believe Caleb was trying the same trick twice. Only it wasn't the same, not exactly. "I am the guardian of this world" Caleb spoke, a nodachi appearing behind him as the spirit of his mother was also summoned behind him. An illusion, brought about by his own heart as he spoke. "Determination is my body, and vigilance is my blood" he said, the spirit of his father appearing behind him aswell as a large battle axe. "I have created over a thousand blades. Always remembering loss, and never forgetting pain" the boy said, emotions flaring up once again as an illusion of Kaxar stood behind him, her keyblade in hand as a huge version of her keyblade appeared, floating in mid-air beside Caleb. "I have seen many friends fall, and many more suffer" the warrior spoke, an illusion of Gexln himself appearing behind him with Darkness' Sorrow raised, and a large replica of Darkness' Sorrow itself appearing next to Kaxar's keyblade. The next spirit to manifest was Gaius, standing behind him with that cocky grin on his face, as a red longsword appeared next to him. "I have no regrets now, and I will see this through to the end" Please, give me strength, Skadi, Caleb thought as an illusion of Skadi Wynter, the girl that had died to a brutal heartless attack while he was sick, appeared alongside several shining daggers. "So as I stand strong" the boy said, a tear going down the side of his face as he did so. It was now Gexln made a move, as though the dive to the heart wanted to see how strong his resolve was. The Gexln replica rushed at him, faster than the human eye can comprehend, but it was too late; the ritual was complete. "UNLIMITED BLADE WORKS!" Caleb cried out, raw emotion and determination evident in his voice as he yelled out, shortly before every weapon that had been summoned in front of him flew straight into the Gexln replica, impaling him and causing the creature to be killed instantaneously. The replica's body fell to the ground with a quiet thud, before vanishing altogether. As the body vanished, a piece of the x-blade appeared in mid-air. Grabbing it, Caleb stared for a brief moment. This x-blade piece meant a lot to him. It had caused him to remember painful memories, but memories that would empower him forevermore. Never again would he ever doubt himself, and never again would he ever give up, never would he allow those close to him to suffer. He would end the Agents, no matter the cost. Caleb Stitem had completed his dive to the heart.
Callum stood still for a moment, leaning against the wall which i'm fairly sure he was nearby the last time I posted. This girl, she was beginning to bother him. He wasn't sure which he found more annoying at that point, the fact that she seemed to have it out for him 90% of the time, or the fact that despite everything she was still trying to get along with him. He was a random stranger, no affiliation with her of any kind, so why was she so damn determined to speak to him all of a sudden? Still, part of him couldn't deny that he found the notion amusing, almost...calming? "Course I hurt you. I hurt everyone, it's in my nature. It's not exactly my fault, I blame my dad" the boy said, shoving his hands into his pockets as he spoke. "That being said, I.." he started, before seemingly finding a lump in his throat. It was as though something were blocking his speech. "I...I'm.." he stammered, trying once more but to no avail. "I'm sorry" he said simply, finally spitting it out and then breathing in an enormous sigh of relief. "What I do in my spare time.." he started, before pausing once more. 'Is none of your business', he wanted to say, but some part of his mind was saying no, to not say that, to try and get along with her. Part of Callum wanted to push this girl away and continue his isolation, yet part of him wanted to get along with her, to almost make friends with her. The very idea of having someone around to allow them to hurt him more was one he detested. "Generally, what I do in my spare time is take pictures. I do photography, I've been taking a course on it these last few weeks, actually" he said, answering her question. He turned his attention towards Willy, who had knocked out Derek. Callum found a sudden burst of anger in him that he hadn't realized was there, and immediately rushed forward and stood tall, mere millimetres away from his face; so close he could smell the alcohol on Willy's breath. "Are you ****ing crazy? Were you dropped on your head as a child? That guy's with the people keeping us here, the people that brought us here, we need him! And you go and knock him out? Drunk or not, you're a goddamn moron" Callum spat out, before turning to face Derek. While he might be feeling a little happier since the drink, there was no denying that Callum was still very much himself in many ways. He bent down towards the ground and began backhanding Derek's face repeatedly in an attempt to get him up, all the while shouting at him "Get the **** up!".
Arabella slowed down a little bit as she got to the doors to the lunch room. Stopping in front of it, she went to open them, placing both her hands on the doors, but stopped. The girl wasn't sure if taking on this mission was in the best interest. As a member of the academy, she was required to do it, but the girl mentioned in the flyers hadn't directly threatened them to their knowledge, so how likely was it her brother would be harmed in an attack? She shook her head slightly and swallowed the thought. If she was a threat to anybody, she had a responsibility to bring her down, and from the looks of things that's exactly what she was. "I do need you, both of you. You'll both know why in just a second" she said, unsure if her wavering confidence was evident in her voice or not. Shoving the doors open, Arabella stepped through the doors. As expected, nobody paid her attention as she walked in. She wasn't an official messenger at all, just another student, so why would they? She was about to give them a reason. "Listen up everybody, and listen good! I'm not sure how many of you have noticed, but-" she started, before cutting herself off. There were people that weren't paying that much attention, but most of those people had at least given her the respect to acknowledge her presence when she spoke. Most of them, not all. Walking over to Samuel's table, she pulled back her hand and swiftly hit him across the back of his head as he was eating. "EVERYBODY" she stated, her voice booming through the area. "Now, as I was saying. I'm not sure how many of you have noticed, but we've been given another assignment. Arguably the most important assignment we've had, actually. Somebody's terrorising the city, from the looks of things, and we've been told that for our next mission we have to take her down, and restore the peace. We can't do it alone though, not according to the flyer on the wall over there" she spoke, motioning towards the wall as she did so. She then motioned behind her at Sasha and Lucia, pretty much volunteering them but not sure if they would follow what she was about to request. "Now, I've got a small group ready to go and take this woman down, but we need as many out there as possible. So, form groups and get working on bringing that girl down, alright? This isn't some kind of humble request or anything, this is an order. I might not have the proper authority, but I can guarantee you I can kick the ass of anybody in here that disagrees, now don't make me prove it" she said, a sly wink at the end to hopefully lighten the mood a little. Samuel nearly started choking on his food as he was hit in the back of his head. After a brief moment of spluttering due to the unexpected attack, he regained his composure and glared at the girl to attack him. He didn't know her by name, all he knew was she spent most of her time at the shooting range. What gave her the right to assault him, just because some mission demanded teamwork? How did that work anyway? Hitting people wasn't likely to get them to work with her, was she messed up in the head or did she just like abuse? These thoughts, and more, swirled around in his head as Arabella said her piece, trying to get people to work together. He mentally sighed at the end of it. He didn't speak to many people at all, so he would be surprised if anybody wanted him in their particular team. If worse came to worse, he'd do exactly what the mission specifically said not to do; tackle it alone.
Well I posted a few times to try to keep things going for south side, so it's not really "nothing" so far lol
As each fighter hit met the other in combat in the center of Caleb's dive to the heart platform, there was no time for breaths, no room for error from either of them. Both the Gexln replica and Caleb began furiously exchanging blows. Caleb striking with his nodachi, Gexln lashing out with claws of darkness, hit after hit was avoided by each of them, with the occasional parry or feint thrown in to keep the other guessing. There was no shortage of energy spent, but neither warrior was giving in. Right as Caleb was considering using his trump card, he suddenly saw the Gexln replica standing in an awkward stance. His footing was all wrong, as though his legs were tiring. Had Caleb's attacks had more impact than he had thought? He would have to take the chance. Ducking down underneath Gexln's strike once more, he charged forward and jammed the hilt of his blade into Gexln's unprotected stomach. The warrior of darkness bent over, seemingly winded, as Caleb then brought his blade back and prepared to end the battle with one strong, unrelenting strike. However, just as he went to deliver the final blow, a grin appeared on the Gexln's replica's face. Red flags went up all over in Caleb's head; he had been baited into doing exactly what his opponent wanted. This worry was only confirmed as the Nobody of the Dark seemed to vanish for a split second, only for Caleb to hear a noise behind him that sounded like exceptionally fast movement. Gexln hadn't vanished, he had merely moved that fast. He had been toying with Caleb all along. What came next was a feeling of pain, a terrible sensation entering his body as he was swiftly kicked into the sky. This was the same technique Gexln had used before on him, and he had fallen for it again. As his body went upwards, so did Gexln, propelled by his own leap, and kicking the bruised warrior further into the sky. At the end of the third strike to Caleb, he found himself being slammed into the ground by an overhead, darkness-empowered slam. His body hit the ground with a tremendous tremor being sent along the station of awakening, where he laid there for a moment. Things weren't going too well for Caleb, in fact they were going horribly. Just as they were last time. However, Caleb wasn't as tired as he had been that battle. He wasn't anywhere near as fatigued, and he had a few advantages he hadn't had that battle. The first and most important was what he was fighting for. This wasn't an attack of vengeance or hatred, as it had been that day, but one of protection, of a guardian attempting to save those that had become important to him. And he would not falter. It was time to put his second advantage into play. Raising his arm, his body began glowing with a pale yellow light. "I am the bone of my sword.." Gexln stood still for a moment, contemplating what Xero had said. He had never thought for even a moment that R could be wrong about something of such importance, but Xero had a point. There was a possibility for R to be wrong. After just a brief moment, that same faith in his friend returned, and he opened his mouth to speak to Xero. "If R is wrong, then we're all dead anyway. One way or another, this war's finally going to be over after this, but I don't think that R is wrong. He has to be one of the most intelligent people I've met, I bet he lost a lot of lunch munny in school before he became, you know, badass and stuff. So, we're probably fine. And on the off chance he is wrong, and it turns out the x blade is just going to screw us all over anyway, then we'll just have to find some way of beating that too. Shouldn't be that hard, I don't know if you've noticed but we've got a faaaaairly formiddable allegiance going" he said with a slight laugh at the end of it. Gexln's attention was caught next by Xepphiras embracing her inner Karina. "Xepphiras, if you're seriously asking why you're here, then you really haven't been paying attention to R. We're here to save the worlds, kick the ass of the Agents, and rack up a ridiculous amount of awesome points. If you doubt yourself, others are going to doubt themselves, and then we're all screwed. So for your own sake as well as ours, snap out of it and quit thinking you're so useless" Gexln said, resisting the urge to add 'even though you kind of are' at the end of that.
As the evening passed, the dawn arrived, and eventually brought noon, Arnold Chieftain was seated at his desk with a rifle sitting on it. Drumming his fingers on the table rhythmically, anyone would be able to see that he was deep in thought. Arnold was no stranger to battle; rarely anybody was in those times, and he knew that the next move they made against Mordecai could well be the determining fact in who won the war they were engaged in. As things stood, they weren't holding up the best, but hopefully project F.A would do the trick and bring a glimmer of hope back to the hearts of those that remained in the human district. Although that wasn't the only problem, and he knew this all too well. Despite him giving strict orders for everyone to remain in the district and within their walls, several people had left. If it were one of their regular hunting exploits, or maybe even some scouting mission, then they should have been back well before dawn had arrived. He could only assume the worst, that they had been either captured or killed. What was more worrying about it though was the fact they had been able to get out. Either the men guarding the district entrance were getting sloppy, a bad thing indeed, or there was a passage in and out of the district that he was unaware of; a much more frightening thought. With a great sigh, Arnold pushed his chair back quickly and stood up, grabbing the rifle in his right hand. Stepping forward until he was in front of the door to his home, he pushed open the door to see the mass of people that were there; the people that had come after he had called for them. If he had thought simply calling them there would do the trick, then he was sorely mistaken. Tension was high, with the siege from Orpheus still taking place, and many people were arguing amongst themselves. Screaming, yelling, and insults could be heard. Closing his eyes for a moment, Arnold revealed a very serious expression. This was the perfect chance to showcase their handiwork. Holding the rifle up and pointing it into the air, he quickly pulled the trigger. A loud sound came with the firing of a single bullet, causing people to cease their bickering and arguing and turn to see what it was. "Hold your tongues and listen up. Our enemy isn't within these walls, they aren't the people next to you. They're the people out there," he said, pointing with the rifle around at the walls, "and if we don't work together we're as good as dead. We shouldn't be arguing, there should be celebration, for today begins the end of this cursed war. Too long have we been standing by, bending down and kissing mordecai's ass while we pray for the gods to save us. The gods have done **** all for us so far, so we got to work on a little project of our own. As you know, for months we've been hard at work on project F.A, but what is it?" he spoke, deliberately ending his words with a question, before he stood still for a moment to let them wonder. The more it built up in their minds, the better the outcome would be. After a good minute, he decided to continue. "What I hold in my hand has been named a rifle. It fires small projectiles that travel faster than the eye can see. Mordecai and his followers might be tough, but how do you think they'll cope when they are so weighed down with lead that they can't move? There may be an entire horde of undead around these walls, but how well will their puppeteer command them when he draws his last breath? This is what we've been waiting for, this is what we've held out all this time for, and this is what will lead us to victory!" he shouted, causing an eruption of cheering and yelling from the crowd before him. Turning to look directly at Nickel now, he quickly walked over to him and stopped just in front of him. "Nickel, the others should have been back by now. I've narrowed them leaving the district down to either a hidden passage, or perhaps even a traitor in our midst. I can only assume it's the worst, so I would like you to keep an eye on the prisoner for the moment, at least while I get the other people here up to speed with how to work the firearms" he stated. He then turned to face the crowd of people, who still very much looked happy, and pointed at his home. "Everyone! Come to my home and get a firearm each. Every man and woman who is able to fight, I expect you to fight. This isn't just our home or our lives we are fighting for, but our very survival! Take up arms, and I'll teach you how to kill Orpheus, Mordecai, and all the others that would attempt to wipe us off the face of this planet!" he shouted, before running to his home and beginning to hand out rifles to those that came for one.
The heartless showed no signs of giving up and surrendering anytime soon, but neither did Glen. With every swing of the keyblade his determination only grew stronger, his will to fight getting more and more solid by the second. He had resolved to grow strong enough to kill Vanitas, strong enough to defeat any and all who stood in his path, and if he fell in the battle of one thousand heartless, he would never fulfill that goal. Not only would it prove he wasn't as strong as he thought, but he would certainly not survive long enough to have even a glimmer of hope at achieving his goal. Brandishing his keyblade, Hidden Dragon, Glen braced himself, ready for the attack that was inevitably coming from the heartless army. If he had anything to do with it, they wouldn't be standing there for long. They weren't just enemies to him, they were obstacles standing in his way, and he wasn't going to simply stand by and let them walk all over him. Especially after they had brutally murdered Paul. Standing in front of him and looking as visually intimidating as they usually did (not very), there were the last six soldiers, as well as two shadows, and finally Bertha, the Behemoth that was now officially his mortal enemy and permanent rival, or at least until the end of the battle. Either one worked for him. Dashing forward, Glen rushed headfirst towards one of the soldiers. Seemingly catching it off-guard, a single strike of Hidden Dragon was enough to weaken it, followed by another quick strike which lead to its destruction. One moment the armour was there, the next it was gone. Damn Glen was plotmodded, and he was loving every second of it. Hearing a slight clattering sound to his left, he turned around to see another soldier, preparing its attack. With a quick movement of the keyblade, the weapon was raised to block the incoming attack. The kick from the heartless was blocked, although it was a fairly close moment, and Glen, using a little more effort, pushed back with a burst of strength and knocked the heartless onto its backside. His keyblade now became engulfed in flames as he swung it vertically down and sliced the heartless clean in half, ending its life. The third one went down as easily as the first two. Easier, in fact. It literally tripped over running to attack Glen. Yes, you read that correctly. This trained soldier of the heartless army, being relied on to be part of the front line and their defence, tripped over in the middle of battle. It wouldn't have been so bad, had it not done that right at Glen's feet. With a cocky grin and a lightning-fast horizontal slash, the soldier went down in the span of what seemed to be around three seconds or so. Three soldiers remaining, and two shadows, before he could finally avenge Paul. "What do you say we speed this up a little? You all group up, try to kill me, fail, and then..you know, die? Sound good? Alright" Glen said, confident as ever. Whether his words actually got through to the heartless or they were exceptionally stupid, Glen would never know, but they legitimately did exactly as Glen told them to do. I s.hit you not, they really did. They grouped together, just as he said, and then they charged at him as though they had suddenly been transformed into zerglings. One single, powerful, strike raid later, and they were dead. Every one of those that had opposed him were now nothing more than black vapour, but more importantly; the path to murder Bertha was now clear. OOC: 6 soldiers, 2 shadows enter the battle. 0 survivors made it out. 619 words, 30 exp awarded. Total: 150 exp from EXP writer. Spoiler: South Side Remnants Behemoth: 1 - (215/300) 2 (Dubbed Bertha, more names to follow) - (279/300) 3 - (299/300) 4 - (299/300) 5 - (299/300) Defender: 1 - (16/17) 2 - (16/17) 3 - (16/17) 4 - (16/17) 5 - (16/17) 6 - (16/17) 7 - (16/17) 8 - (16/17) 9 - (16/17) 10 - (16/17) 11 - (16/17) Large body: 1 - (16/17) 2 - (16/17) 3 - (16/17) 4 - (16/17) 5 - (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) 14 - (17/17) Assault Rider: 9 Morning Star: 13 Shadow: 3 Black fungus: 14 Bolt tower: 18 Crescendo: 5 Soldier: 0 Paul: 0
You realize, in your last post, that there are a heap of injured defenders and large bodies right? Just a simple copy and paste away
Glen was backed into a corner, metaphorically of course. He was surrounded on every side of him, barely able to move. Knee-deep in heartless (not literally), if things kept going the way that they were, he was probably going to go down in the next minute or so. What he needed was some kind of miracle, some kind of heroic action that would save him and win the battle for them, maybe even a badass action scene to go with it. Or the sacrifice of a very good frenemy. One moment Glen was there, bravely fighting off the heartless, the next..time seemed to slow to a standstill. A small, black blur rolled past him, barely visible to the eye. It threw itself underneath the foot of Bertha, the twelve foot tall behemoth that had just crushed its ally. No, not just a twelve foot tall behemoth, but the embodiment of satan itself. This was not just a war anymore, this was a war, a battle to determine the fate of all of Paul's family. "Paul! No!" he cried, but it was too late. Paul was gone, dead, lost to everybody. Glen rushed forward, emotions flaring as the heartless seemingly parted away, as if to allow Glen to say goodbye to his best frenemy that he barely even knew. Slowly, he lifted up Paul's frail body. He couldn't hear a heartbeat, and he couldn't feel a pulse..although that was normal. But Paul wasn't breathing. "Paul! Paul, speak to me! Don't go towards the dark, Paul! Get away from it Paul! GET AWAY FROM IT! Don't leave me! Please Paul, I can't kill heartless without you! It just won't be the same!" he yelled, trying to spark some form of life within the heartless, to cause it to get up and start trying to kill him again. He felt a small movement in his arms now, a last movement of resistance. It was Paul, he wasn't completely dead, but he was on his last legs. Slowly, the heartless reached a claw towards Glen, outstretched as though it were asking for help. Glen looked down at Paul with wide eyes full of sadness. "Paul...? Are you..what are you..?" he asked. Paul made a few wheezing, faded sounds, which Glen interpreted as 'come here, I have to tell you something', so he did. More sounds, and then suddenly Paul bit Glen, hard. With a shriek, Glen leaped up to his feet and summoned his keyblade once more. In one fluid movement, he swung his keyblade down and struck Paul in the center, dispatching him instantly. A rage filled Glen instantaneously as Paul's body vanished. He turned and glared at the heartless that had parted ways, the ones that had been trying to murder him a few moments ago. "Is this what you wanted?! To destroy friendships, to end lives? To stop fighting? You could have destroyed the order, you could have demolished central haven, but...but Paul was different!" he cried out, his body becoming the embodiment of a golden glow as he spoke. Once his instant power boost was attained, Glen leaped up into the air and above Bertha. His body began pulsating with power as he cupped his hands and an enormous gathering of energy managed to appear in his hands. The spirit of Paul was with him, empowering his attack even further as it stood behind him. "Ka..me...ha...me.......wait a minute, what am I even trying to do?" Glen asked to nobody in particular, before changing his attack into a magnificent poison edge attack instead, using up all of his BP in the single strike. OOC: 600 words+. 30 exp awarded. 120 exp in total. Spoiler: South Side Behemoth: 1 - (218/300) 2 (Dubbed Bertha, more names to follow) - (279/300) 3 - (299/300) 4 - (299/300) 5 - (299/300) Defender: 1 - (16/17) 2 - (16/17) 3 - (16/17) 4 - (16/17) 5 - (16/17) 6 - (16/17) 7 - (16/17) 8 - (16/17) 9 - (16/17) 10 - (16/17) 11 - (16/17) Large body: 1 - (16/17) 2 - (16/17) 3 - (16/17) 4 - (16/17) 5 - (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) 14 - (17/17) Assault Rider: 10 Morning Star: 13 Shadow: 5 Black fungus: 14 Bolt tower: 18 Crescendo: 5 Soldier: 6 Paul: 0
Behemoths, Defenders, Assault Riders, all the heartless wanted a piece of Glen in the battle of one thousand heartless. It was like he was a cake in a room full of large body heartless, there was truly no room to breathe for the young keyblade wielder. What made things worse was they were getting smarter, they were no longer just acting like mindless animals. They were very much still aggressive though, attempting to scratch, claw, and bite Glen at every opportunity, which is just downright rude. "Such savages you are, barely even humanoids. You're going to make me sound the drums of war" the young boy stated, unintentionally making a reference. Who was he, Beuce? As he was distracted, Glen did not detect the various amount of heartless that were sneaking up on him from behind. He would surely be killed there and then, swamped by the unbelievable amount of- "HA!" Glen called as he spun around and lashed out with his keyblade, knocking three large bodies away from him in one strong, swift strike. I guess I was wrong, he did notice them. Sorry. The large bodies did not take kindly to being attacked with a keyblade, in fact you could say they looked quite pissed off, assuming that's possible. They began charging forward using their ginormous bellies to attempt to crush Glen. However, Glen's grandfather had had severe weight problems, and this wasn't the first time an overwhelming girth had threatened to crush him, and he threw himself out of the way like the true ninja he was. Falling flat on the ground, he once again had very little time to prepare before two more large body heartless had approached him, threatening to end him there and then. The keyblade warrior wasn't done though, leaping into the air and launching a fireball from the tip of his keyblade. The ball of fire exploded on impact, searing a small area and setting the five large bodies on fire. If the heartless thought that was the end of his assault, then they were clearly mistaken as well as stupid. The man utilized his sliding dash ability to close the distance between him, shortly before casting the mine square ability. From seemingly out of nowhere, eight mines appeared and moved themselves underneath the defender heartless. Now, normally that wouldn't have worked, but through the magic of Nomura the mines were AOE damage, and exploded..well, in an aoe. Each and every one of the defender heartless were knocked up into the air, while Glen once again sliding dashed away. Man, that thing is useful. At the end of this sliding dash adventure, Glen found himself face to face with not one, not two, but four of the behemoths on the southern side. The other one was too busy being pissed off at Raisor and Cat to focus on the new arrival. Glen's face took on one of complete seriousness as he realized the danger he was now in. He wasn't just fighting four behemoths, oh no. He could see what was on their heads. He was fighting four extremely horny behemoths, and he wasn't about to drop his guard for even a moment. Leaping onto the back of one of them, he swung his keyblade quickly, giving it a good whack, before leaping to another behemoth and doing the same. The other two had a similar experience, with Glen using strike raid on both of them and hitting them right in their sensitive horns. Presumably enraged, the behemoths began stampeding towards Glen, who had suddenly lost the urge to fight 4v1 and raced away to fight the easier large bodies once more. Hurling his keyblade at them, he saw a little shine as well as heard a metallic clink, indicating a critical hit. But, unfortunately for him, he was out of BP and all that came from it was a big 0 above them. It looked like things were about to get a lot tougher, especially when he turned around and saw what seemed to be a horde of angry heartless coming towards him. Still, there was no free willy cat, so he had that going for him. OOC: 697 words, 30 exp earned. 90 exp earned thus far. Spoiler: South Side Behemoth: 1 - (218/300) 2 - (299/300) 3 - (299/300) 4 - (299/300) 5 - (299/300) Defender: 1 - (16/17) 2 - (16/17) 3 - (16/17) 4 - (16/17) 5 - (16/17) 6 - (16/17) 7 - (16/17) 8 - (16/17) 9 - (16/17) 10 - (16/17) 11 - (16/17) Large body: 1 - (16/17) 2 - (16/17) 3 - (16/17) 4 - (16/17) 5 - (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) 14 - (17/17) Assault Rider: 10 Morning Star: 13 Shadow: 5 Black fungus: 14 Bolt tower: 18 Crescendo: 5 Soldier: 6
Gexln made his way up the staircase and finally to the location of the x-blade mold. He had practically sprinted the whole way there, knowing how important it was that the x-blade be completed. Moving in leaps and bounds, he stopped when he got to the mold and, after a brief moment of figuring things out, placed his piece inside. The x-blade seemed to be taking form now. There was no longer just an empty space where it should be, their hope was beginning to seem closer and closer to coming to fruition. He took a look around at who had completed their trial, and immediately noticed the absence of Juliet. She hadn't returned yet, which meant she could fail. For once, he found himself wishing he could take her place, fight instead of her, but he could not. However, Xero had completed hers. He flashed her a cocky grin, before opening his mouth to speak. "So looks like you and Kross managed to get your pieces too. Kross, maybe you're not the weak guy I knew all those years ago, and Xero..well..good to see that you're safe" he said, dropping the cocky act for the moment and embracing her in a hug. Caleb, meanwhile, had only just started his trial. When presented with the three doors, he had once again chosen the sword. There was no denying he knew the faces he could see on the platform beneath him, and many of them were not of the living. He recognised R's face, Juliet's face, Satsujin, and Gexln. The other three were dead, nothing but a memory anymore, but remember them well he did. There was Kaxar, the person he had once thought of as a friend, and killed himself, there was Gaius, his best friend from the village, the boy that had been trying to protect the village in his stead. He had failed to save him, but not as much as the next one. Skadi Wynter, the love of his life, and the reason he tried so hard to protect people. She had died in an attack from the heartless, one that he could have prevented but was not able to. Had he been training, had he practiced as much as he did now, she may have still been with him. Caleb may have very well slipped into a daydream, a flashback of sorts, had he not been interrupted by a blinding flash of light. The x-blade had seemingly reacted to him, and he found himself standing in the keyblade graveyard. He recognised the area from the moment he had battled Gexln. It was here he killed Kaxar, it was here where anger had driven him to murder his friend, and it was here that he caused an emotional wound in Gexln so deep it would likely scar him forever. As if another reaction to his heart had occurred, an image of Gexln in front of him appeared. It was not his regular form, but the form he had taken when the darkness had consumed him, the form that was forced upon him at Kaxar's death. This was the battle that Caleb had been utterly destroyed in, and this was the battle that he would have to succeed now if he was to obtain the part of the x-blade and save the world. Words were not spoken between the two as Caleb summoned his favourite blade; his nodachi, and Gexln dashed straight at Caleb, abandoning Darkness' Sorrow in favour of the claws that had formed instead of fingernails.
Nasir casually flicked through the roll of notes he had in his hand. He had just collected his payment from a client he rarely saw. He was disappointed he didn't see that particular client more. Their personality sucked, they were horrendously ugly, but damn they were loaded. Whenever he did see them, he could afford to buy a hell of a lot of things after it due to the mass amount of drugs they purchased from him. Inhaling a huge amount of air from sniffing the money, he couldn't help but smile. Not particularly nice smelling, but the very idea of having money with him was an appealing one. As he walked along back towards his apartment, he couldn't help but think of all the other clients he had to see over the next few days. "Lets see..tomorrow I should be able to make some dough. Wednesday, even more, but dang..thursday's going to be a low pay. Hmm..maybe I can extort a little more out of him" he said, thinking aloud as he walked towards his home. Only five minutes away, it wasn't particularly far away, so he picked up the pace a little. Arabella Oblea was in the shooting range. She was practicing with a standard pistol, nothing particularly fancy. Closing one eye as she held the gun steady, she aimed it carefully at the target at the other end of the range, against the wall. She took a deep breath now and allowed her breathing to slow down a little bit, to relax, before opening fire. Three shots fired before she stopped to admire her work. Two out of three shots were dead center in the skull, but the third was a little off; it had hit the area right next to the skull. If it had been an actual opponent, she'd be fine, but she wanted 100% accuracy and would settle for nothing less. "That's enough for now though, time to take a breather" the girl said, hanging up the head equipment and putting the gun down. She turned around and was about to leave, but there was a notice on the wall that caught her eye. Taking a step over to it, she looked at it long and hard. She didn't know who the person was, she didn't even look familiar, but one thing stood out in particular to her; there was a dangerous person outside in the city. Sure, there were probably a lot of them already, but this one was dangerous enough to warrant a mission. Knowing her brother, there was a chance that he could be tangled up with the girl, which meant he could be in danger. Arabella looked at the watch on her right wrist. It was around midday, which meant there would probably be people eating. First, she would go get some people to help her with this criminal, and then she would go to the armoury to get her sniper rifle. Taking a step outside of the firing range, she then turned to her right to head towards the mess hall, making note of the girl that had looked almost like she was trying to find something or someone, and giving a quick "Follow me" as she passed and continued walking towards the lunch hall. Samuel Agnès was busy eating inside the lunch hall. It wasn't anything special, just a steak and some vegetables. As nice as it was, he couldn't help but wonder, who eats steak for lunch? But that wasn't important. Once he finished eating, he would have to move onto his practice. He could visit the armoury and grab a katana (who knows why they have them there) and then go find somebody to spar with, assuming he could find anyone. His attention was suddenly grabbed by a small notice on the wall. Walking over, he realized it was a warning; or rather, a mission. There was a girl trained in dual wielding knives that was was apparently disturbing peace, but more importantly was dangerous. Had this girl, as he did once, found a joy of killing people? Or, if she hadn't, would she find it soon? He wouldn't allow it to happen, not when he himself knew the consequences of it. "Well, it looks like lunch is over, and I've got a new mission" he said quietly to himself. He turned around though, eyeing off the food he had left on his plate. "You know what, I'll find that girl later. They can shove the notice up their ass if they think I'm going to miss out on a good steak" he added with a slight laugh before wandering over and beginning to eat once more.
Glen had been racing towards the behemoth, he had every intention to destroy it, but he had stumbled across a roadblock along the way. Skidding to a stop, he let out a huge sigh as a large body and three shadows intercepted him, getting in his path and ultimately halting any progress he could make on the behemoth. He wasn't too dissappointed, still being able to kill some more of the heartless and all, but he still kept an eye on the behemoth for sure. He made a mental note to take care of that one later, in a dramatic and totally epic way. But, before he could have that clash of epic proportions, he would have to deal with these..slightly less awesome heartless in front of him. "Four against one doesn't seem very fair for you lot. How about you go and get a couple of those behemoth things, maaaaaybe a few soldiers, and..oh I don't know, a couple of hundred darksides. Then it might be almost even" Glen said, cockiness in his voice evident. The man truly believed he could handle that many heartless. He was wrong, of course, but don't tell him that, he won't believe you. The heartless didn't back off. Why would they? They were just animals, they didn't really think for themselves, and even if they did..they had an army just a little short of a thousand strong. Shaking his head in mock disappointment, Glen chuckled a little. "Well, I'll just have to finish the rest of your kind after you four drop dead here" he said simply. In the blink of an eye, Glen dashed forward, using his sliding dash ability, and performed one horizontal slash against one of the shadows, causing it to vanish into a cloud of black vapour. He wasn't done there though, not by a long shot, as he turned and struck another one. The latter didn't die, merely get knocked back, but the next two strikes from the young keyblade wielder were more than enough to finish it off. Hopping back slightly, Glen took a quick glance around to make sure he wasn't about to be jumped on by any heartless while he wasn't watching, because that would be very embarassing. Thankfully, there were no Eon heartless around, so he was safe..or at least as safe as one could be in a huge war. Turning his attention back to the two remaining heartless before him, he pointed his keyblade at the shadow in front of him. "Fire" he said quietly as a huge, burning ball of flame was set on a collision course with the shadow heartless. The ball of fire caused a small explosion on impact, but the heartless before him remained due to the low magic stat of its caster. On the bright side, it was lit on fire from the attack. Glen shrugged his shoulders as he rolled his eyes a little. "Well, I guess this is as close as I'll get to killing Etrius for now..wherever he is" he said simply. Moments later, he was in front of the heartless, again through the use of sliding dash, and struck it once with his keyblade to finish it. Three down, one to go. But it was the biggest of the bunch of them. In theory, that meant this one was the most threatening, or so Glen assumed. He believed that the heartless ate the hearts of people, and if that really were the case..then he was probably avenging a few hundred people at least by slaying the one before him. He could feel himself slowing down a little, so he quickly cast cure before beginning to get to work on the large body in front of him. He tossed his keyblade at it, aiming for the chest. Maybe it was secretly a pinata heartless, and he would get candy. He wouldn't find out from this attack though, given away as the attack failed to finish the enemy off. Jumping over to the creature, he then fired a point blank fira, but once more it wasn't enough. The fat ones were far tankier than the small fry, he came to realize. Not giving his opponent time to react, he dashed around the back of the large body and his keyblade became engulfed in fire. With a quick spin, Glen used the momentum to land a vicious blow to the heartless' back, causing it to vanish and release a single heart. "Only one? Damn, I hate being wrong" the keyblade warrior said simply, before breaking into a run to go after the behemoth he had targeted. OOC: 775 words 30 exp from exp writer 60 exp in total thus far 3 shadows, 1 large body taken out Spoiler: South Side Behemoth: 5 Defender: 12 Large body: 15 Assault Rider: 11 Morning Star: 14 Shadow: 10 Black fungus: 16 Bolt tower: 18 Crescendo: 5 Soldier: 7
For a brief moment, Gexln was convinced he had been defeated. He had been stupid enough to throw away one of his weapons, his advantage in the battle against R. He had lost. Then that moment was gone, and he remembered he had planned for this. Using his brain in battle wasn't a strong point of Gexln's, but when he put his mind to it he could come up with a decent strategy every once in a while. The end of Gexln's mouth curled into a sly smile. "Do you remember this moment, R? When you and I first met on that day, this is the moment you beat me. Dark firaga to my skull, threatening to end me if I tried anything. And here we are again, same situation. Replica or not, you certainly fight like the real thing. This is where your advantages end though. Your fighting like the original is a weakness, because this might be your first battle, but I've been in this situation before, and I know a way around it!" Gexln exclaimed, willing the darkness inside of Darkness' Sorrow to return to him. Quickly, the blade zoomed through the air and towards its owner's hand. The blade caught R from behind; in a spot he couldn't possibly have been watching, and slashed right through him before it stopped in Gexln's hand. If the Nobody of the Dark knew anything about R, though, it was that one simple strike wasn't enough to defeat the heartless. Taking advantage of R's inevitable distraction, he spun around with both blades in his hands once more. Attacking R with each weapon, he began raining blow after blow down upon R, only to see that despite the heartless' earlier surprise he had now regained his composure, although he was bleeding quite quickly from the blade wound. Faster and faster, stronger and stronger, each of Gexln's attacks collided with R's own weapon, being rendered useless. They were having an effect though, and the Nobody could see it. Each of the parries were getting quicker but clumsier, almost out of desperation now, R was on his last legs. If one attack got through, he would surely fall. After another six repetitions of attacking only to be parried, Gexln had an idea. If it were a real fight, one that wasn't inside of his mind, it would probably get him killed, but he wasn't there. This was a fight that he controlled the outcome of. Swiftly, Gexln lashed out with one more, double-stabbing-forward attack, which as expected was blocked, before spinning around. He had done this a couple of times before in the battle, and R had seen it coming both times, but he wouldn't see this one coming; not in the way that was planned. Halfway around, Gexln stopped the spin and in the blink of an eye he thrusted both his keyblade and Darkness' Sorrow straight through his sides, narrowly avoiding his most vital organs, and impaling R on them. He couldn't see R due to standing in front of him, but he heard the sound of breathing stop. With that, Gexln fell forward in the mansion foyer, but was immediately transported back to his platform from earlier, completely healed and with no sign of the injury. A piece of the x-blade came floating down from above. He snatched it out of the air; his prize for defeating R, and turned to look at the glass path that had appeared, leading to the x-blade. He thought of his daughter, Juliet, and wondered how hers was going, and then of Xero. He hoped they were alright, but he knew deep down that they were more than capable of completing it. Neither female was known for giving up, and both were very strong in his mind. He hurried down to the location of the x-blade now.
So, I, uh..yeah, I had a little fun messing around with a program to use various webcam effects while in skype. Spoiler: SuperGlen Spoiler: Why hello there KHV
After finally getting his ass into gear and deciding to do something. With a few leaps and bounds, he made it over to the others, ducking and weaving his way towards Raisor, Cat, Eon, and D'daear. It reminded him almost of his homeworld and all the training his father had put him through. Time and time again, he had been made to run the obstacle course set up outside their small town. Time and time again, he had passed with the same agility that was expected of him. Still thinking of his past, Glen's grip tightened around the keyblade he held in his left hand. He had lost his father to the heartless, he wasn't going to fail again. No matter how many they sent, he would fight them until his last breath. With a great leap he landed on the ground nearby Raisor and stood with his back facing the boy. "Hey Raisor, long time no see. Been having fun? Haven't seen you since the land of dragons, did you find a local crossdresser to catch your fancy?" he asked, joking around but not really giving it away in the tone he spoke. With a quick laugh, Glen decided to focus more on the battle at hand and less at making his allies uncomfortable. A soldier leaped up at him, claws extended and diving towards him in a somewhat animalistic attack. Was that really all they had to throw at him? He wasn't an amateur. Pivoting his feet slightly, he parried the attack with quick movement which involved him raising his keyblade to simply block the attack. All traces of the laughter and amusement vanished from Glen's face. "No matter how many you send, I'm going to kill you all" he said, his voice lowering in pitch and acquiring a tone of seriousness to it, rarely heard being spoken from Glen as his keyblade became engulfed in a purple aura and he slashed horizontally, cutting the heartless across the centre and dispatching it almost immediately. If he had expected a break after that, or some kind of relief, Glen certainly wasn't getting one. Amidst the black vapour left behind by the soldier heartless, Glen spotted a heartless readying an attack at Raisor. It was a defender heartless, with a huge shield (compensation op) and it sure looked bulky. A few seconds later, Glen was right by its side, attacking it and staggering it so it cancelled its attack. Spinning around, the heartless switched the assault to focus Glen and lashed out with its shield. With a swift motion, Glen blocked the attack head on and readied his attack. The heartless attacked again, simply shoving the shield forward and striking the young keyblade wielder, hitting home. Glen felt a severe sting in his shoulder where it had hit, but he wasn't going to stop. With a groan of effort, he leaped forward and gripped the shield, only to slowly turn it to face the Defender, right as it released a blizzaga, killing the defender heartless immediately. With a satisfied look on his face, Glen stepped backwards and gave a sigh. "Phew, these things love killin' themselves, they're almost as emo as Etrius" he said, chuckling a little at his own little joke. Serious look returning to his face once again, he prepared for more heartless. He could see many things occuring in the background as he scanned the battlefield. There were each of the other groups fighting, there were the other people in his own group fighting, there was the cheshire cat - damn that was one big kitty - and the endless sea of heartless. Standing above them, towering in intimidation levels, were the behemoths though. Damn they looked intimidating; and dangerous. Taking off without another second to spare, Glen began dashing towards a behemoth. OOC: 634 words, 30 EXP from EXP writer. 1 defender and 1 soldier taken out. Spoiler: South Side Behemoth: 5 Defender: 12 Large body: 16 Assault Rider: 12 Morning Star: 14 Shadow: 25 Black fungus: 18 Bolt tower: 19 Crescendo: 7 Soldier: 12
Do you think you could slow down maybe just a tiny bit on the rapid posting? I'm going through a few personal issues atm and am struggling a fair...
Callum looked at Tasha suspiciously. She was smiling, why was she smiling? They were trapped in a building with strangers, probably never going to see their families again (Callum couldn't help but chuckle a little at that thought), and on top of that both he and her were almost enemies, so what could she possibly find in the room to make her happy? "I like your stupidity" he responded. He allowed the response to sink in, to give the girl time to think about it, before letting out an enormous sigh. He was going to regret this later, he was sure of it. "I don't give people second chances. When somebody has attempted to cause me pain, there's no purpose in letting them try it again. That being said, I'm sure I could..maybe try to forget about it" he said, contradicting the beginning of his own sentence. His head was fuzzy and he was having trouble focusing, but he remained focused enough to not shake hands. Forgiveness was one thing, making physical contact was another. "My name is Callum, if you must know. Now, forgiven or not, people make me feel really uncomfortable, so please don't come near me" he said. While Callum's way of speaking sounded a little formal and certainly different to normal, the tone he used was the same one he had maintained throughout the majority of their time in that room.
Gexln let slip a cocky grin. The attack had worked. Maybe not as he had planned, but it achieved a similar result. What happened next was unexpected though, with R jumping away. Knowing full well R was intelligent both in and out of battle, it made sense, but part of Gexln had been anticipating a head-on charge. If nothing else, he was going to get good practice at improvising on the battlefield. It was time to step things up and bring the battle to a close though, try and bring R down before he could pull off his Black Sun bullshittery. Keeping hold on the keyblade in his right hand, he hurled Darkness' Sorrow at R in the form of a strike raid. He knew very well that the blade wouldn't return in this attack as a keyblade would, but with any luck he would end it with that single attack there and then.
