I should really update my status eh?
Of course not. Do YOU have a problem with it?
eh
So we can let you get into the hundreds after a while and then crush your dreams
A shriek of pain along with the sound of shattering glass pierced the air. All around, the world he had created broke into pieces, then faded away. Standing atop a cliff was the dark creator, clutching his face a letting out cries of agony. The searing pain going through his head was unbearable. He glared at R and Xero intensely. They were the ones who did this. He reached out with his mind, attempting to pry into them, but he failed. It just fell apart. His mind...it was utterly broken. He had no power anymore. He let out another cry of frustration and pain. "You fools! You've damned us all! I was the only one who could stop them!" "No, creator. We have overcome trial after trial, and we will not stop here. The fury of kingdom hearts itself will not stop us." Said the heartless. Even though he was drained beyond belief, the man before him posed no threat. He picked him up and slung him over his shoulder without resistance. It wasn't surprising. The sheer fact he was alive was stunning. He turned and called out to the others. "Wielders of the keyblade! Hear me now! Help me in sealing this evil once and for all!" He called out, summoning the wielders, light and dark, to him. He strode off to a small cave in the side of a mountain. Fitting that this be his resting place...it was for a thousand years. The dark creator floated up, and was pressed against the back wall as chains of darkness surrounded and tightened onto him. Sealing him in place along with his power. R summoned his keyblade and outstretched his arm, ready to seal in place the dark creator once and for all. Beuce would've taken quiet the hit, but this time Rienzel wasn't afk so he managed to avoid Dawn's punch and strike. "Dawn, hate to tell ya, but i'm pretty sure that's impossible. Her kid or not. Getting hit by Karina is like a stampede of super saiyan tractor trailers on steroids to the face times like...a gajillion." He described. No, that was not an exaggeration. That was truth, simple and clean (is the way that you're making me feeeeeel toniiiight~). In any case, Satsujin was in the process of waking up. In a few more posts, he should be up and kicking. He heard R call out to all keyblade wielders to seal Xindai away. Even Beuce realized that this was important. He followed behind to help. "Well Eve, i hope you like this cave. You're going to be here for a while."
India watched the new heartless which spoke to them cautiously. There was no question that this was by far the strongest of them all. He doubted all of them together could handle him alone. But still...There was something about him. For the first time, he experienced the lure of the power that darkness had. He understood why so many lost themselves in it...This thing...It was unlike anything else. He readied himself to fight if necessary, but it turned out not to be needed. They were all teleported away through strange portals. In this space, he found it harder to breathe, as though the air were clogged. Once they were spat out, it seemed they were in some sort of arena. It seemed Dain was still with him. However, so was Dmitri...This may pose a bit of a problem. He knew those two would be at each other's throats. So, may as well do his best to redirect that aggression onto a more productive target. These heartless were the third new kind he had seen today. "This isn't good. If they're evolving this quickly, it's only a matter of time before it takes multiple of us to take down a single heartless. If it hits that point, it's all over. In the future, bring me as many types of them as you can. Information is power, and in this war, we need that more than anything else." He instructed the other two before tossing his glaive at one of them. It ricocheted off of the target and struck two others. India let loose a thunder spell to finish them off, however, the opposite effect was achieved. Their wounds closed, and an aura of healing surrounded them as the magic connected. "They're healed by magic..." Not only were the heartless becoming stronger, but they were adapting to survive different situations. He dodged a few lighting bolts, and a thought struck him. "Try a different element! If they've got a strength, perhaps there's a weakness!"
Personally i'd love a role-play like this
You guys don't even get to count between them!
As everyone was seemingly on their last leg against this swordsman, it went without saying this fight couldn't be drug out much longer or they likely wouldn't come out on top. Beuce recovered from his K.O.'d state and walked up behind his comrades. "What do you say we put the whore of Babylon over there out of business?" He said with a cocky smile, as though their victory were assured from the start. From the looks of things, they'd been reducing his arsenal. Good plan. plus they had managed to reduce his blades down to just the sword which had knocked out the red-clad wielder. Perfect. Time for a little payback. Fortunately, Gilgamesh hadn't been smart enough to go and recollect the weapons he'd lost during the time the party sat there. He ran forward at the multi-armed giant, tossing a strike raid in front of him as an initiator. Gilgamesh blocked the projectile keyblade with Excalipoor, but Beuce wasn't far behind it. Following a hard uppercut to the stomach, Beuce re-summoned his keyblade and slapped his last weapon, the knock-off legendary sword from his hands with a swing to the wrist. But that wasn't all. He jumped, kicked off the giant's face, and caught the blue sword midair. With the Mighty Gilgamesh down to nothing but his bare hands, it was relatively safe to go on the all-offensive. He ran in and began swinging his weapons wildly. The sheer amount of squeaks made it sound like a near constant tone, and the ones were a blur. Finally, Gilgamesh fell back onto his backside, causing the ground to shake and throwing up dust as he did so. He was staggered, vulnerable. It was time to finish this! Beuce waved his hand in motion for the rest of the party to charge in. This would end the fight. "Lets finish this!" He yelled out. Spoiler: All-out attack! All four wielders ran at the staggered swordsman for their all-out attack. As they collided with him, a literal cloud of dust materialized from seemingly nowhere and obscured the battle from any outside view, save for the occasional fist which would emerge and wielder knocked back, only to get up and run in again. Don't ask me, because i don't know. Odd things tended to happen around Beuce. You learned not to question it after a while. Various pows, crahes, clunks, and for some reason a shout of the word "Persona!" could be heard. After a few moments of this clash, the cloud vanished as swiftly as it had come, and the party stood victorious over Gilgamesh. Beuce hummed a small victory fanfare in celebration before looking at the blue sword Excalipoor, still in his hands. Deciding that this may come in handy later for entirely serious purposes and not comedy at all, he put it in his magical bottomless pockets which all characters stored items in. Out of all the swords laying around on the ground, that was the one he kept. Not the gun-sword fusion thing or the magical water blade, nope. The one that squeaked when it hit things. Did you expect anything less of him? "Gwarsh fellas...That was somethin'" said Goofy, scratching his head in understandable confusion as to what exactly had just happened. "Oh tell me about it. That guy was un-BEAR-able." He said as though there were something extremely funny about the word bear, and put quite a bit of emphasis onto it. Words: 612 exp 30 Total exp Ananta: 83 Stratos: 102 Kel: 69 Beuce: 75 ~Mission Complete~
Beuce Very...Beucey. You know exactly what that adjective means don't pretend you don't.
Welcome to KHV, enjoy your stay, follow the rules, and don't be a stranger! Will give your youtube channel a look soon too!
would anyone be interested in a tag duel on Devpro?
in the straightest way this can possibly be taken, if i were a girl i wouldn't be surprised if i had a thing for you.
India followed Behind Dain, but the heartless were vanquished before he was able to do much. His friend then proceeded to use the heartless attack to chase some local skirts. This didn't surprise him much. While he wasn't much interested in such things, Dain certainly was. It didn't occur to him who this girl was at first, but after her brother came out, it occurred to him. He'd heard whispers about her. Nothing directly to him, just conversations among other students. The most attractive girl in school, guarded by a power crazed brother demanding duels. A beast guarding a treasure, it seemed. He didn't doubt Dain could handle himself against Dmitri, but now was hardly the time. He stepped between the two, attempting to diffuse the situation. "You must forgive my friend for his rudeness. His hormones are raging beyond all control and he's desperate. Just allow us to eliminate these heartless, and we'll be on our way. Perhaps you may even assist us. After all, you've proven your individual strength time and time again, but teamwork is also a strength. Someone may accuse you of lacking if you refuse." Said india in the calmest voice imaginable. He played to Dmitri's weakness in his need to prove himself, attempting to divert his attention from Dain and onto the heartless. While his ear may be chewed off later for that hormone comment, it was certainly true. His golden eye turned onto the new breed of heartless. They were evolving...This was most interesting. "A new breed. If they're growing into new forms, that may prove troublesome. The only reason we've been able to quell them thus far was because what they made up for in numbers, they lacked in strength. If that advantage is taken from us, we stand little chance. If possible, leave one alive. Capture it and allow me to study it. Information is as vital in war as power." He called out to the rest of those fighting. His motives were less pure than he let on. It was less to help their effort against them, and more to simply sate his curiosity. He'd wanted to find out more about these for a long time now.
Beuce did indeed have Kel's back. As the sun-like blade came to strike him, Beuce hurled the keyblade in a strike raid fashion to intercept it. The wielder gave an approving nod as Stratos rolled behind the giant and used mines. His strategy was being implemented perfectly, and they were winning against the swordsmaster with relative ease. This would be over fairly quickly at this pace. However, he had a feeling this fight was about to get a lot tougher. The red-clad giant struck a pose. People only strike poses when something epic is about to happen. Here it came... "It's Morphing time!" Yelled Gilgamesh. No...Not possible...It was worse than he feared. Their enemy was a Power Ranger! They had no hope against a force as mighty and morphing as this! All was lo- Oh no wait he just grew extra arms...False alarm they were fine. Although with the now doubled quantity of arms came more swords...Lovely, as if he did have enough. He held one to the sky. It greatly resembled the blade in the stone beside them only solid blue. That...could not be good for them. "Kel, gonna need to borrow your keyblade for a second!" He yelled running up and taking the blade passed to his left hand. In a flurry of spins, thrusts, and strikes, rapidly changing both weapons from forehand to backhand and halfway in between, he seemed to be countered all eight blades for a while, yet wasn't able to stop long enough for a counterattack. Why he couldn't be that useful all the time was a complete mystery. However, the swordsman he was against was no novice. Finally, Gilgamesh managed to break through Beuce's defenses and struck down a hard blow. Beuce saw the blow coming. It was the blue Excalibur. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, bracing for impact, but was rather surprised by the result. He heard a noise indistinguishable from the squeak of a rubber duck. The blue sword had bounced off his skin and made said sound. Looking up, he saw a white number "1" float up and disappear shortly after. "The hell...? What just happened?" Asked Beuce rhetorically in confusion. He had expected that to hurt, but he hardly felt a thing. "What?! Not again!" Gilgamesh yelled. Apparently this had happened before...In a rage, he began striking Beuce repeatedly with the false Excalibur. Each time with the same result. A squeak and a white number one above his head. "Keep it up dude i think you're giving me a papercut." Taunted Beuce. Ordinarily being struck repeatedly with that particular blade wouldn't have been a problem, but due to the far lower amounts of HP in SOS than in final fantasy, Excalipoor wasn't quite as useless. On the thirtieth strike, Beuce was knocked back and thrown unconscious due to running out of HP. K.O.'d by the worst weapon in existence, Go figure. Words: 500 exp: 25 9/15
The marks drained off his body all into the black mass above him. His wings faded, all the was left was the glow of power around him. If this combination failed, it was over. But this was the attack which slew his other, the nobody of the world. He wouldn't let I's memory be spurned by allowing Xindai to survive it. No, he would fell the armies of the dark creator here and now, with this one attack. It wouldn't fail. The enormous black orb grew and grew, gradually becoming engulfed in a black fire. Together with Xero, he initiated that which would shatter this false land they were in. O dark harbinger of end Life from body i shall rend Almighty fire which sears the land I cast you down from my hand Rain forth from the heavens Star of the night, My greatest weapon Black Sun. He gathered together all the force and power in his body, and willed it up into a single mass. The orb was now finally complete. In one final sweeping motion, he hurled it forward into the center of the army. At first the orb seemed to contract and become smaller, but that was shortly counteracted by an explosion like no other. The land, soldiers, even the sky itself broke under the might of the Black Sun as it rapidly expanded and engulfed the dark armies. The shockwave from such an explosion knocked those who were yet to be drawn into it to the ground with ease, only to have fate catch up to them a mere moment later. An army which once brought the world to it's knees fell before the heartless of the world. R felt nothing. No remorse or sorrow, nor rage or hate. He only watched. Watched as the mind of The Dark Creator burned before him. Beuce was about to slap his No-son-of-his silly for making that reference at all, let alone twice, and getting it wrong both times! I mean really! Amatuers! However, he was stumbled by a sudden shockwave. Even at this distance the impact from the explosion was enough to knock him off balance. He looked in the direction of the reality marble and knew it was over for Xindai. "Well that's one less thing i've got to worry about. I was busy keeping him out of my head by thinking nothing but the Nyan Cat song over and over. Like really, why would you even make a ten hour version of that?" In any case, he snatched the crystal off Anta's neck with a swift motion and brought it over to the unconscious assassin. Even if he was already dead, which was very possible, this thing had brough the dead back before. Not having the slightest clue how this thing worked, he began poking him in the cheek with it. Then he had an idea. Comparing the size of the crystal to the nearest opening once or twice, he inserted the gem into Satsujin's nose. He stood and dusted himself off as the crystal worked its magic. It probably would've worked with nothing more than contact, but this was Beuce. That was way too easy and not nearly hilarious enough.
Beuce patted his psychotic friend's shoulder. "A true hero to the effort against the squirrel abominations. Save some for me next time eh buddy?" Beuce said in a joking tone. Then again, everything he said was like that so there was a good possibility he was serious...Aaanyways, he decided to change the subject to the elemental that had just walked/floated into the room. "Roman hey, you don't look a day over 500" "I bring grave news." He said, completely ignoring the imbeciles by Flame's side and addressing her directly. "Calor, the dragon of Inranahe, is dead. An assassin wearing all black and a skull mask was the culprit, but i've defeated them." The elderly assassin in combat with Vladimir took the throwing knives from his belt, and tossed them at the hellknight mere seconds before the lance pierced his chest. It was over for him, for now. He didn't fear death. He was but one of the many assassins that would come. And perhaps the knives would even take the hellknight with him, who knew? The flirtatious Gehenna was caught off guard by the magic. An assassin's greatest asset was in a quick, stealthy kill. Not a drawn out fight. When one chooses to give up this advantage, well, it's a give that the fight won't last long.
Damion watched his brother pounce the trash can. It wasn't the most graceful maneuver, but it probably would've been effective in catching whatever was behind it. For a moment he came up with nothing, until...That clever little rat. He set up an ambush. Against most, it probably would've worked too. At first, Damion wondered if it was some speed related Sphirox user, but such a simple distraction. It's a good thing they were who they were. The Right Hand watched as a man with a shard of glass leaped out and drove it down to his brother's neck. Lot of good that did. A strong hit barely pierced the skin. A small trickle of blood ran down his brother's neck, but by no means anything serious. He turned to the girl in his grip. Pulling her closer momentarily as though to enforce his point and dominance over her. "Stay here. and later..." He leaned in and whispered in her ear something most women would have nightmares about. Lots of them. Letting go of her, he went to go assist his brother. He called back to her while on his way. "Oh, and if you think about running, just remember this: No matter how fast you think you are, i'm faster."
Spending 1 points on Dexterity (+1 speed, +.5 strength, +.5 Magic) Spending 2 points on Power (+2 HP, +2 strength) Spending 14 points on heart (+14 strength, +14 Magic) Spending 15 crowns on +3 HP spending 24 crowns on +3 Strength Spending 16 Crowns on +2 Magic spending 3 crowns on +1 ap So in total 17 skill points spent 58 crowns spent +19.5 strength +16.5 magic +1 speed +5 hp +1 ap
Beuce, unfortunately for everyone else, was having a reference moment. Despite any amazing strategy he could come up with, no matter his skills as a tactician, his incessant need to make jokes out of everything really put a damper on his combat abilities. But when he got serious...foreshadowing was taking place. "Did i remember to fold the toilet paper over? Is it in a perfect triangle?" He said, referencing a certain son of the grim reaper, but rather than going back to check, the white haired man pulled himself together and readied his keyblade. Running up next to Kel, he readied himself to parry the blow coming at him. Gripping his wooden blade by the back of the guard, two fingers on each side and the hand between them, he pressed his keyblade against his shoulder. Revolver scraped against the weapon with an audible "shhing" sound and sent yellow sparks flying. How metal against wood does that, i have not a clue, but honest to god that's what happened i swear. Beuce pushed at the end of the swing, effectively knocking revolver (Was that a...chocobo on it?) back and leaving him open to counterattack. On his right half at least... This next part would only work if Kel really had his back. In the couple second opening he had created, Beuce twirled his keyblade in the most heterosexual way imaginable to and from forward hand and backhand, striking him with each change. After three strikes, He ran up the giant in a backhand style, scraping it across his body as he went. Kicking off Gilgamesh's face into a back flip, a jet of water shot out the tip of his keyblade, dousing the giant. Of course if Kel had failed to watch the left side and deflect the buster sword with the large "fake" printed on it (real subtle there gilgy), then that was just a hallucination as Beuce was having the everliving crap kicked out of him. Now there was a cheery thought. But as i'm pretty sure Kel knows what he's doing, we're going to go ahead and say that was real. Gligamesh started dipping into his Arsenal a tad more now. In his lower arms he pulled out a blue longsword which appeared to be made of water as well as a thin greatsword resembling the sun. Still no Ea. That was good news. 400 words 20 exp 5/15
