Video Game: Kingdom Hearts SOS: The Road To Light

With Mickey and the other two wanting to become Musketeers, Raisor wasn't sure how they were going to help. Answering his question as if on cue, Kel and Ananta brought out their keyblades and began sparring with Donald and Mickey. Raisor wasn't entirely sure about this turn of events, and he wasn't even sure if this was the right thing to do to help, but apparently it's the only thing that those three seemed to think of. Given that Donald and Mickey were taken, Raisor looked at Goofy and a feeling of dread spread across him. He was sure Goofy was about as clumsy as it seemed earlier, and that was just going to make this painful more than anything else. Raisor grew up learning about to fight with help from others as well, but they put him in real situations that he could learn from. This just seemed more like a playful thing going on.

Guessing that there wasn't any other option, he took out his own keyblade and faced Goofy. He didn't even take his normal fighting stance and just stood there with keyblade in hand. Raisor wasn't sure exactly how to deal with this training, but he wasn't going to take it seriously, that was certain. Goofy started running at Raisor and began swinging his sword. Raisor dodged all of the blows with ease, but it wasn't really too difficult to do; Goofy was swinging the sword around with his eyes closed. It was almost too painful to watch. Just then, Goofy tripped over his own feet and stumbled forward, past Raisor and right into a wall. Leaving an imprint of himself on the wall, which was impressive in its own right, Goody turned around and started swinging again. Raisor figured he didn't even need his keyblade, and put it away. He kept dodging all of Goofy's blind attacks and wondered how long they would keep this up. If this was how they were going to fight as Musketeers, those three had a long way ahead of them.

 

"My Goodness. He wasn't in very good spirits was he? I've never seen anyone so hostile." Cailyn sighed, frowning. "We are doing something nice for him after all, he could have at least faked a smile." She muttered to herself, fixing the hair in her ponytail. "We could just walk around until we find it, the hill I mean, right Hikaru?" Cailyn smiled. "I don't think Captain Pete would be very pleased if we went back to ask for directions..."

 

"Captain huh? With a boss like that I wouldn't want to come to work either..." She said crossing her arms and shaking her head. "But I agree, we should look for it ourselves. This town looks small so there should be a sign for it." Rain tried to recall if she saw anything that could relate or give a clue where cobblestone Hill was when she first arrived. Although that only reminded her that she was still soaked from the waist down. "Right . . ."

 

So, it seemed that brooms were the cause of all the water in the tower. Mickey, trying to practice his magic, put on Yen Sid's hat and animated a broom to do his work for him, but it did it a little too well. Now, they needed to destroy the broom to stop it. Mickey took an axe to the thing, but apparently its passive was one of those where it didn't die when it died. Go figure. Now, they had to defeat the brooms themselves with their awesome protagonist powers, and it would probably go down. Maybe ignite it or something to keep it from healing. Willing his keyblade to him, a glimmer of light appeared just to the right of Beuce, followed by a metallic clank. "...Right...forgot about that..." Beuce said, looking down at the weapon as it lay on the floor with no hand there to grab it.

"Lets try that again." This time, he willed it into his left hand. Vanishing from the floor, the keyblade appeared once again in Beuce's grasp. Now that he had his weapon out, it was time to mop the floor with these brooms because cleaning puns and stuff. Yeah! Let's go! Stabbing his keyblade into the ground, the wielder began to glow with a brilliant white light. Taking a deep breath, he willed his magic to the surface. As far as he knew, he was the first of the group to actually use this skill. "Faith!" As he spoke the name of the spell, a column of light erupted from the ceiling and effortlessly tore to pieces one of the brooms. Next, another broom was decimated by the rain of light, then another, and finally a fourth broom met its end by the hands of the beam of light.

So, he lasered four of the brooms to death, which would have been totally badass had they not just reformed with more of them than there were before. That sucked. In any case, four brooms joined the ever growing ranks of the sweeping army which apparently also decided to go and carry water. "Dude, if these things were given an order like 'hey, broom, go punch Nequa.' that'd be awesome. It'd be like Kel that didn't run out of phoenix downs. I mean, they probably would have about as much chance against her given these things likely didn't have much damage, but they could probably zerg rush...er, broom rush her." Anyway, there were now twenty brooms in total. Maybe if they attacked them enough they would die. Great strategy. Couldn't possibly backfire.

Flourishing his keyblade, he cut down another of the brooms. Maybe if they destroyed the pieces before they regrew, it'd stop them. Worth a shot. He shot an orb of fire at one and slashed the other in two. Well, that didn't work at all. The pieces the broke into just reformed once again. "This is going nowhere fast." He didn't know why they didn't just tie them up or something. That would be far too intelligent.

 

Standing there as the big cat spoke, it occurred to D'daear just how demanding and grumpy of a person this captain is. Placing hands on waist, he stood there like the rest of them as information was exchanged between them. When all was said and done, D'daear snickered as the giant cat went off to search for the little mouse known as Mickey. Cailyn and Rain both commented on the the cats behavior, to which D'daear couldn't agree more. However, in the back of his mind, he could not help but wonder if there was a particular reason for this individual to be acting all grumpy; aside from Mickey's lack of responsibility.

"Hehe... anyone know where Cobblestone Hill is?" Hikaru queried in embarrassment.

Turning to the armored individual, everyone gave their input as to what to do next; considering they were all pretty much lost from here. The boy of average height shrugged at Hikaru. "I'm just as lost as everyone here. I guess we could always just pick a road and move on. Besides, I have this photo-" the boy spoke, but once again he paused with photo still in hand. This seemed to be happening a lot to him lately. Black dots for eyes gazed up, ahead of Hikaru, and nothing but a sheepish grin took control of D'daear's mouth. Placing a white gloved hand on his neck, the boy chuckled at their lack of awareness. How could he NOT have realized this giant detail. Looking above one of the roads, a large frame bordered one of the roads entrance with a big ol' sign at the top that said, "Cornerstone Hill... D'daear read out loud. With an index finger, he scratched at his cheeks, feeling really bad about just now having caught that detail.

"Hikaru...you mean Cornerstone Hill?" D'daear asked, pointing at the large wooden sign hanging above the frame that decorated the entrance to one of the roads. The words were carved into the sign, along with a picture.

@Krowley

 

Stratos was next up in the list of people who had to go in and fruitlessly kill these brooms. With Beuce's strategy of calling an almighty laser of heavenly destruction that obliterated them...which did absolutely nothing. At all. Like actually, how the hell were they supposed to be able get anywhere in this fight? Then there was Karina who seemed to be absolutely done with this fight and managed to throw a broom so hard it exploded on impact, or something, and caused eight more to reproduce. This fight was going absolutely stellar. Well, what was Stratos to do now? Perhaps they could just throw the brooms out the window and throw them off the face of the world. Yeah, that was a plan if ever there was one. Walking over to one of the brooms, he quickly gripped the wooden part of it, and started to try to pull it off the ground. How ever, not only was the broom way heavier than he thought, (and Stratos had virtually no strength to speak of anyway,) but as he tried to lift it up, he simply slid on the floor and fell down. As his butt hit the ground, water splashed all around him and had completely soaked his attire. Well, that was something.

So the ever flooding floor was making it much harder to actually grab and throw the brooms out the window, so he had to think of something else to do. Something more elaborate and calculated. Trying to pick himself up, though slipping around a bit before actually getting managing to get up, his genius plan was about to be enacted. Calling the keyblade back to his hand, he walked over to the conga line of brooms that were dumping water around. He started to do all the calculations within his head, thinking of all the different angles that were involved, the wind speed, the force of gravity, acceleration, weight, and all that other physics mumbo jumbo that his rper was the best ****ing ever person at. When he had acquired the proper positioning, he brought the keyblade down to his feet, holding it with both hands. He took a deep breath and exhaled, bringing his keyblade up in an arc, and looking dead set at his target. Getting the correct timing down on this broom, he then brought his keyblade down in a hard line drive at the cleaning utensil.

He then started to get into the swing of things and just kept striking his keyblade at brooms like he was some sort of pro level golfer. In his head, Stratos had totally figured that he had been hitting the brooms with such force that they had been getting flung out the window and their troubles were going with them. What he didn't realize, was that what was actually happening was the blade part of the keyblade. When he was striking the brooms with his blade what was actually happening was that he was slicing them in half, rather than knocking them away, and they were simply falling to the ground, floating away in the water. A bit after this, Stratos saw fourteen brooms rise from the water. It was like a zombie apocalypse with brooms...if zombies divided with death rather than died...a second time. Well, it was back to the drawing board with ideas on how to kill this unstoppable broom army. Stratos went to sit down and think on this, only to realize that he was now partially submerged. Even that plan failed. Well, regardless, he then went back to the drawing board on things to do about the brooms.

609 Words, 30 EXP
Total: 44 EXP

39/150 Brooms

 

A really bad dog? That was a strange thing to say. Kross had to stroke his chin and process this for a moment. He turned towards Mickey and tilted his head, the guy looked slightly familiar. He couldn't put his finger on it but he knew a long time ago, he was searching in Yen Sid's library at the time during one of his studies, a curious mind back then. He saw a symbol of a larger circle with two smaller ones, just like the shape of this guy's head. He asked Yen Sid about it and he only said that it was a pupil of his, then discussion over. "Nice to meet you, Mickey..I'm Kross, nice to meet you."He greeted with a smile. When they brought out their keyblades, Mickey asked them if they were from another world. He blinked, that caught him off guard a bit. "I guess since everyone's whipped out their keyblades, guess I will too."He said. Star Seeker appeared in his hand in a flash of light and he smiled."I guess I am, although I'm technically not allowed to reveal that, but then again..you found out so.."He laughed and rubbed the back of his head. The proposition of a friendly spar sparked that all familiar joy in him. He held his keyblade behind him, pressed his feet together and put his hand out infront of him and stood alongside Ananta."Nice to meet you Donald, and I hope this will be a great fight."He said."Ananta, let's enjoy this."

 

Ananta watched as Kel and Raisor both began their own sparring matches with Goofy and Mickey. Each of them seemed to be having fun, but it was getting more and more obvious that these three had little to no experience with fighting. At least with swords they had no experience. This made Ananta cross her arms and begin to think. Mickey looked like he was way more adept with swords than Donald or Goofy. Goofy seemed to try and block a lot of the attacks thrown at him. Donald's attacks were all very weak. "What a conundrum..." she sighed. Scratching her head, she began to wonder how they were all accepted as Musketeers or...whatever...they are.

Kross had approached moments later and looked to be ready to spar with Ananta and Donald. "Oh hey Kross." she said, smiling. That gave Ananta an idea. "Hm...Kross, have you noticed each of them? Donald is the weakest attacker, Goofy is okay, but Mickey is pretty good. Goofy can defend pretty well, but Donald and Mickey fall short. So that just leaves Donald. Maybe we should help him? But he's a little coward, so we shouldn't get too-" she was interrupted by Donald's loud "WHAT?!" from behind them. "Who are you calling a coward?!" he burst out. Grabbing his sword, he ran towards Ananta and Kross. Ananta grabbed her keyblade
and blocked Donald's initial flurry of attacks. When she saw an opening, she returned his attacks with her own. Now, Donald seemed to be getting better, but he faltered a few times. Ananta wasn't trying to hurt him or offend him, but this was a nice change of events.

OOC: 5/10 sparring posts!

 

Everything was progressing as well as anything; so long as that "anything" was terrible and forsaken of all dignity. Base could think of no single logical reason to start hacking away at a foe that spawned itself back with a companion to boot. Why? Why do that? Base looked to the satin curtains adorning the walls of the entrance hall. Those glorious curtains would be ruined if the water continued to rise. He would do it for the glory of satin. He felt internally like that was a pretty inappropriate pun, but that didn't matter to him where Yen Sid's possessions were concerned; whether they were in the past or not. He readied his Keyblade.

"FOR THE GLORY OF SATIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!" He shouted at the top of his lungs as he went right after those blasted brooms. Away went one, then a second, a third, a fourth, a fifth, and a seventh. They were inevitably replaced by a total of fourteen new brooms. "THIS IS SO POINTLESS! Am I the only one who realizes this? I feel like I'm taking crazy pills!" He stomped in the water as it was starting to rise exponentially more as more brooms were made to fill the place up faster.

OOC:

53 Brooms

 

Stratos had basically run out of ideas as to what to do now. They had tried a few forms of kicking broom ass. Between the god lasers of holy light magic to obliterate the brooms, the single stroke of the keyblade so fast that it couldn't be perceived by the naked human eye, and just taking an ax and chopping these living broom servant things into million of billions of pieces didn't seem to work either, He thought he was onto something with the whole, launch them out of the room thing, but even that seemed to backfire on him. Everyone else had seemed to not be able to come up with much of an idea either, and so Stratos just sort of laid back, and wanted to just lie on the ground and rest. The only problem with this was...well his back never touched the ground. The water had filled up the room so much so that he was no essentially floating through it. Well that was just wonderful. They had managed to take the relatively small problem of a flooding room and a single living broom and managed to create fifty two more brooms and flood the room significantly more than what they had started with. It was like they started with a giant paint bubble and managed to only make another giant paint bubble.

As Stratos was wading through the room, he saw Base get up and try to do something. Well, not really try and do anything new or creative or thinking of some way to destroy the brooms. He just sort of yelled something at the top of his lungs and then went after the brooms like a madman. Though Stratos did learn from this, that Base was actually a Satinist. A rather interesting choice of faith, if he did say so himself, but Stratos wasn't one to judge a person like that. After watching Base lop through a good chunk of brooms, he noticed that one thing had changed with his act. And that was the number of brooms left. And it was a larger number than what they were before he had started attacking. Well, that was certainly nothing new in the slightest compared to all of the other attempts. As Base asked if he was the only one who thought this was stupid, Stratos responded saying, "no, I'm pretty sure we all have the same train of thought here." As he continued to flow through the water, he continued to think about what to do here.

Well, maybe they had some sort of weak point that they were just neglecting. Maybe they were just using all the wrong methods of dispatching this broom army. Stratos continued to think on it and thought about the brooms more. Brooms were made of wood and...whatever the heck the sweeping part was made of. Also known as, they most flammable stuff in existence. Halting his leisurely swim Stratos quickly stood up and decided to go use magic here. This was bound to work, absolutely nothing could go wrong with this plan. Stratos brought his keyblade out and ignited the end of it. Quickly casting a fire spell, the fire ball launched itself at the brooms and...absolutely nothing happened. Right. There problem was water...and the brooms were completely soaked anyway. Huh, not the brightest of ideas after all. Feeling annoyed with his plan failing, Stratos just randomly threw his keyblade to the side, only for it to go pinballing around and cutting up brooms as it went, only to make more new brooms take their place...Well that sucked.

606 Words, 30 EXP
Total: 74 EXP
60/150 Brooms

 

The sparring between Mickey and Kel had continued which Kel still holding control over the battle. Mickey was putting in a valiant effort, but it was just as Ananta had stated, he was just short of the mark. Anyway the repetitive cycle of attacking, blocking, dodging and countering went on until Kel had back away from Mickey. "Alright, seems good enough." While he hasn't paid much attention to how the others were fighting at all, he could at least say that Mickey probably was the closest out of the three.

6/10 post done

 

Stratos was now back to the drawing board in terms of ideas for killing their broom adversary. Well, multiple brooms. Alright, so now he was stuck without being able to let loose a stream of lethal light beams or use his signature "hyper spammable but not in actual combat and not practical at all for him given his stats physical skill command." Wow that was a long way to say zantetsuken. Now he had also realized that his masterful magic of fire was useless in this situation as well. He simply sat down, though still more floated in the now pool that was the room, than sit down in it and continued to think about his solution. Perhaps another kind of magic could work. But first, there was something that Stratos had to do. In order to figure out an opponent's weakness, one must study the enemy first. And so, Stratos went to go examine his broom enemy to go figure out what weaknesses it could have. Standing up, he sloshed around in the flooded room and walked over to one of the brooms moving around, picking it up and examined it.

The brooms shaft seemed to be completely made of wood. The wood seemed to be completely smooth, not a single chip in it. In fact, it seemed unnaturally smooth, so much so that it wasn't even wood. Heck, the thing seemed to be made of plastic or something that was definitely not wood. The shaft seemed to be about...some amount of length, I dunno, I'm not some sort of ruler, and when it ended it rounded out in a rounded...well, point. If he were to sum up this broom's shaft in one word, it would be unnatural. Granted, this was a different world, so probably wood that seemed this plastic was natural? Who really knew. Stratos certainly didn't and that's what mattered here. Next up was the bristles, that which was used for brushing, or in this case, mopping up grime and presumably crime. There wasn't much to make of here, because he wasn't even sure what these things were made out of normally. Regardless, looking at these bristles, he had figured absolutely nothing out. At all. They were just drenched from all the water they had been hoisting in here. Where the hell were they even getting this water from? What even was this over powered as hell magic that let them...

This ability to self replicate. Allowing the deceased magical brooms and their spawn to keep on resurrecting .Stratos was indeed positive, that they had acquired abilities of the Dark Broomdum with the help of KYYYYYOOOOOJIIIIIIIIIII! It was at that moment Stratos had suddenly gained this golden aura around him, his clothes turning red, as some funky ass beat started playing in the background. His hands started glowing with an awesome power. Its loud roar to tell him to grasp victory. Summoning his keyblade, the glowing aura on both of his hands made the blade suddenly get a glow around it as well, slowly turning it into a giant light blade. He continued to start slashing the blade wildly around, the Shining Keyblade Sword. When the funky beat had ended, the blade went back to normal and he had exited that random super state. The aftermath of what he had done, seven more brooms lopped to pieces, that just sort of put themselves back together and spawned seven new brooms to accompany them in their task of turning this room into a pool. "After careful examination," Stratos said to the group, "I've learned absolutely nothing."

601 Words, 30 EXP
104 EXP
67/150 Brooms

 

"Sparring, huh?" Steel looked down at the keyblade he still held in his hand. He then looked back up at the large group that was now fighting in front of him. He grinned mischievously as he considered using his job powers, but quickly brushed the thought aside: they didn't really need him to summon a second keyblade and go all Ninja on their buts, possibly shattering all morale in the process. Since there were only 3 musketeers and 5 wielders, there was going to be a few team ups on the latter groups' end. Ananta and Kross had already double teamed Donald and worked him into a bit of a frenzy. Meanwhile Raisor had Goofy all to himself, and Kel and Mickey were also fighting one on one. He automatically ruled out Donald, as that would just be pointless... and sort of mean to the poor bird.

Goofy wasn't doing that great, but he figured one teacher was all he would need if the whole Merlin situation was anything to go off of. Lastly there was Mickey; Mickey Mouse. Kel was putting up a good fight of course, but the rodent was doing much better than his compatriots. Steel decided that this called for giving him an extra challenge. Readying his keyblade he charged past Kel just as he had taken a step back and said "Alright seems good enough." He smirked as he aimed a slash at Mickey's torso. "Not quite yet!" The man shouted as his keyblade was met with Mickey's rapier. A surprisingly good block. Steel's smirk only grew. "You see, that's fine if you're fighting one on one..." He started. "...But you need to know how to handle a crowd too." He chuckled.

 

Not even shining finger sword- er, Shining Keyblade Sword, was enough to defeat the mighty self regeneration and self replication magic that these brooms seemed to posses. Now he was positive that they had acquired no such powers from the dark broomdum. Back to the drawing board...Stratos briefly thought that he should probably swap out his drawing board for a dry erase board. Much less fuss. Besides, these were ideas for killing brooms, so writing down rather than drawing was just as viable. Stratos briefly forgot what he was even thinking about in the first place when suddenly he looked down and saw the shin deep water. Right, that. He looked at the small army of brooms that were marching back and forth, getting bucketfuls of water and just dumping them every which way they could. Stratos had no idea why they were continuing to go and preform this civic duty, as the room was probably clean from its original state, and they were only wrecking it now. But then again, Stratos knew nothing about broom animation magic...nor did he even know what kind of magic this would fall under. Was this the final tier of broom command magic? Broomgeddon? The world may never know.

And so here Stratos was, just thinking about broom related magic, when he thought of something else. Maybe using a different kind of magic was the key to winning against these brooms. After all, they had only used Faith and Fire thus far. With light god lasers not being able to obliterate these brooms in an instant, and fire being completely unusable in this wet world area they were in, those two magics were now completely out of the question. Maybe, because they were filling the room with water and getting this copious amount of water from lord knows where, they were actually water in attribute. If that were the case then he could kill them with thunder magic! Wait...Stratos soon realized that he didn't know any kind of lightning element attack at all. Well that was a shame. He then took a look around the room and realized that not only was he drenched in this infinite water, but so were all of his comrades...and the brooms for that matter. So using lightning magic would probably end up in them just all getting killed in a matter of seconds...Darn.

He then went on to think of another magic he could use. That's right! There was still the ice elemental spell that he knew....ya know, Blizzard. And thinking more on it, this could be the perfect counter to these dastardly brooms. After all, they were soaking, so it would be extremely easy to freeze it in a matter of seconds. Walking up to it, his hand start to get a light blue aura around it as the air around it chilled and the temperature, of course, dropped. He then grabbed the soaking wet broom with his blizzard coated hand, and as it made contact, the broom slowly started to get a thin layer of ice coating around it, until it was finally encased in ice, and thus, fully frozen. He continued to repeat this process six more times, until he was out of mp, and with it, only seven of the sixty seven brooms had been turned into broomsickles. Feeling satisfied with his work for now, Stratos sat back in the water logged room and thought of how to build his MP back up. As he was thinking, the brooms suddenly shattered, and then reformed back, with seven more brooms to join the legion.

605 Words, 30 EXP
Total: 134 EXP
74/150

 

Luna looked at the sign D'daear had pointed to. "I guess this is our best bet if we want to find Mickey" Luna stared to make her way toward the path the wooden sign designated. She turned back toward the group. "I'll go on ahead to scope things out! If anyone wants to join me, go ahead!" Luna continued to make her way along the path marked by the wooden sign.
Something about this place throws me for a loop but I don't know what it is. In any case, I should continue forward and look for Mickey. Luna continued pondering all the events that had happened as she made her way down the designated path. She looked at her right shoulder and grabbed it with her left hand. She reminisced the events that had happened and thought about Mira for a couple of brief moments. Just how long do I have before Mira completely takes over? Who or What is she? I wanna figure how I can stop this but a part of me doesn't for some odd reason. Luna sighed as she continued to walk, contemplating over Mira and Luna's decision to not stop Mira's actions.

 

And so, the entire broom killing scheme had been coming up with much effort being shown, but not much to take from this situation...other than a legion of brooms. Half of which was basically, inadvertently or not, Stratos's fault. Well, someone had to try something. Going back to his now mental dry erase board of thought, for the drawing board hadn't been able to provide any sort of good ideas thus far and had to be pushed to the side, he sat around thinking of new ways to get through this broom enemy. This was an experienced group of people that he was with. People who had fought legions upon legions of heartless, witches, multi-armed fourth wall breaking swordsman, blatantly overpowered antagonists, and enough behemoths with super powers to make their own Justice League/Ultimate Avengers (whichever floated your boat more really.) He had even fought in some of those battles...well really most of them because he had no idea what other grand exploits these keyblade wielders had done prior to his meeting them. But here, after fighting and surviving through all of those grand things, their adventure was to be ended by an army of undying self reproducing brooms. Oh the humanity of it all. Thinking back on it, Madam Mim had a broom too. Lord only knows how their fight would have gone if she had actually let them hit the thing.

As he was thinking about this, Karina jumped into action and started to beat the ever loving tar out of the brooms as well. She seemed to opt for the more brute force method, the method that hadn't brought any differing results prior. But if at first you don't succeed...though that saying went hand in hand with definition of insanity. So did being insane get you proper results in the end? Who knew? Regardless, while previous narration said that she beat the tar out of them, due to Karina's massive strength stat, it was more like the broom snapped in her sheer presence then any sort of actual hyper combat maneuver. Exaggerations aside, after her attempt at keeping the brooms down had occurred, the results produced absolutely nothing different from the other attempts that the group had tried. Stratos tried to examine what he had just saw, trying to draw any sort of conclusion from watching someone else do the broom breaking deed, but ultimately, he came up with nothing.

Maybe they were going about this all wrong. Maybe instead of beating up these brooms into submission and committing reverse genocide on them, maybe they should try to be diplomatic about the whole thing. After all, these brooms seemed to posses some sort of intelligence...okay no they didn't. In fact they were more like machines given a singular task then they did slave labor who was forced to be pretty silent on the job. Regardless, trying something new was better than trying nothing at all. Actually, even that seemed to be pretty false in this situation, as it had just made the entire situation worse thus far. Stratos walked his way over to one of the brooms, his legs sloshing through the knee high water, and then started up his diplomacy mission with the broom. "Hey, Mr. Living Broom thing. Could you stop what you're doing? Please. It's getting pretty out of hand, so if you could just stop." The broom was showing no signs of stopping whatsoever, nor acknowledging Stratos was even there. So he tried to get in front of it to stop it, though as he tried he knocked into it, which somehow caused it to snap in half and then fly across the room in ping pong fashion and snap six other brooms. Son of a bi-

629 Words, 30 EXP
Total: 164 EXP
89/150 Brooms

Other EXP
Base: 10
Beuce: 25
Glen: 12
Kaida: 0
Karina: 24

 

The sparring session with Mickey, Donald and Goofy seemed to be going well in each respective group. Kross and Ananta were working with Donald, Raisor had Goofy and he had just finished working with Mickey. All that left was Steel, who hadn't done all that much for the duration of this. Well he hadn't done much while Kel was monologuing. For not to long after Kel had stepped backwards away from Mickey, Steel had rushed in and decided to fight him. "Well, dealing with surprising is probably something a musketeer should be able to deal with." He said.

8/10 posts complete

 

It was pretty safe to say Kaida at this point was showing her uselessness way more than she should have, but she wasn't entirely sure if she was as useless as she felt. For seeming to do anything in this situation looked like a hopeless cause. Kaida had initially tried what some of them had done, pull the buckets away from the brooms to get them to stop their monotonous deeds, which did not end in them stopping, but seemed to almost intimidate the brooms more. Although she didn't know if they could actually be intimidated. After a point people had seemed to go to aggressive action while she was still attempting a diplomatic solution.

By diplomatic solution she clearly meant mindlessly yelling about things not going her way until she had some sort of backer. Which she did not actually need other people to back her up with this. Her patience was quickly disappearing until she gave up on it.

Everyone at this point had attacked these water carrying, room flooding brooms. And every time she was certain they got one, two replaced it. At first she thought it was a temporary occurrence caused by whatever magic this mouse was doing, but it clearly was not temporary. Maybe there was something they had not tried yet that would work? Maybe using thunder?

What kind of idea is that?! Using thunder on water? What are you trying to get everyone electrocuted?!

Maybe fire then? Someone probably did try fire, but she had not tried fire yet. And that was clearly what mattered right? Kaida summoned out her keyblade and fired at one of the brooms which... resulted in what everyone elses' problem was. But for whatever reason she tried it again, on both brooms, which did resulted in the exact same thing. So within 30 seconds she managed to turn one broom into four brooms. She raised the keyblade ready to go for it a third time before she stopped herself.

Well, great job, you have officially hit insanity. Doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results. You would end up making things worse if you kept going. Maybe something... oh I dunno... different?

Kaida was not exactly sure if she had anything different to try that would help, so instead she found herself mindlessly hitting the ones she just created with fire. This was under the logic they would eventually run out of the energy to multiply, so she just kept going after the same one. She struck at it at first with not too much force but more towards the lower part of the broom. When it broke, the broom reformed and another was created. She tried this method mindlessly again, this time going a little higher on the broom and with a lot more force. The results, of course, were exactly the same. Kaida let out a quiet growl as she hacked at the reformed broom again. Then again. And by that point instead of reducing the number of these enchanted, workaholic brooms by seven, she had managed to increase the count by the number she meant to be rid of.

The blonde just stared mindlessly at the results before screaming, "AW COME ON. GIVE ME A BREAK HERE AND... BREAK!" and kicking at the one broom she had targeted specifically. Although she was unsure if the broom actually did this on purpose, it quickly turned around and the buckets of water in its hands smacked Kaida in the face causing her to let out a squeak from pain and she kicked the broom again.

Already she missed the weasels.

OOC:
606 words= 30XP
96/150 Brooms