Karina attacked! It did 1 damage! Beuce is at 26 HP Beuce attacked! It did 1 damage! Karina is at 29 HP
Karina attacked! Beuce dodged! Beuce is at 27 HP Beuce attacked! It did 1 damage! Karina is at 30 HP
Karina attacked! It did 1 damage! Beuce is at 27 HP Beuce attacked! It did 1 damage! Karina is at 31 HP
Karina attacked! It did 1 damage! Beuce is at 28 HP Beuce attacked! It did 1 damage! Karina is at 32 HP
Karina attacked! It did 1 damage! Beuce is at 29 HP Beuce attacked! It did 1 damage! Karina is at 33 HP
Karina attacked! It did 1 damage! Beuce is at 30 HP Beuce attacked! It did 1 damage! Karina is at 34 HP
Karina attacked! It did 1 damage! Beuce is at 31 HP Beuce attacked! It did 1 damage! Karina is at 35 HP
Karina attacked! It did 1 damage! Beuce is at 32 HP Beuce attacked! It did 1 damage! Karina is at 36 HP
Karina attacked! It did 1 damage! Beuce is at 33 HP Beuce attacked! It did 1 damage! Karina is at 37 HP
Karina attacked! Beuce dodged! Beuce is at 34 HP Beuce attacked! It did 1 damage! Karina is at 38 HP
Karina attacked! It did 1 damage! Beuce is at 34 HP Beuce attacked! It did 1 damage! Karina is at 39 HP
Alright, Well, since we all know how this is going to go down, i'm not going to bother with the full on battle template. Beuce is at 35 HP Karina is at 41 HP Beuce attacked! It did 1 damage Karina is at 40 HP
^ I am equipping umbrella for the arena. This will be glorious
Round 3 ____________ Match 1 4) BEUCE vs 1) KARINA Match 2 8) HIKARU vs 2) CAT
Zavion stepped out of the dark corridor, returning to Disney Castle. It wasn't long before Freya began whispering in his ear. The girl claimed that she missed home. He knew she did. How could he not? He could see her heart. He knew the ache he felt in it well. She missed home...He would say the same, but he didn't have a home. Not anymore. He'd made his choice to resign his home when he'd saved his friend. "I...alright...We'll save mom. You'll get to go home Freya, i promise." He knew that his mother was making the only real choice she had when she'd done what she did to Lucifer, just as he was making the only choice he had when he saved him. The result was the same. He ran away, going into a life of exile. He was a vagabond, a wanderer with no real destination in sight. He didn't have a home. He did at one time, but he couldn't return to it anymore. He couldn't face his mother anymore. Not after what he'd done. The rift was too large to cross now. He had to simply continue along his path, no matter where it may take him. Although, as much of an outcast as he was, Freya still had a chance to have a life worth having. Her parentage had never bothered her. She thought it was incredible. It filled her with pride, whereas it brought him nothing but shame. He wanted to give her the life she wanted. At least maybe then he'd have done some good... tldr; oh god i'm such an outcast depression cut sob cut
Signing up with Ra for Dale's mission. Signing Beucette up for Evanora's mission
Jesse spending point in Turbo and equipping what we got.
Beuctte spending two points in Gray, and buying and equipping a second titan chain. Changing out Aero for Blitz Ra spending two points in Erza (Magic) and buying the improved mage's staff.
Beuce barely had time to breathe before the next portion of the world began. Well, he didn't know what kind of book Mickey was reading to put them through all this, but it seemed to have a lot of naked women in it. I mean, Beuce wasn't about to start complaining about an abundance of naked women, but god this was some book. They all appeared to be bathing. However, as they raised themselves out of the water, it was revealed that they weren't exactly normal ladies. From the waist down, they had the bodies of horses. So, they were Brohum. Centaurs, rather. He'd killed quite a few Brohum. It was a trial to become a Fenris Fang that they be hunted to seemingly near extinction to take medals from their bodies. It was a brutal task, but Beuce had done it nonetheless, just like every other member of the elite group of soldiers. He'd even helped Flame and Dane both accomplish the task, yet there always seemed to be more of the things. He had no idea where they kept coming from. It was like they just appeared out of thin air or something. The thought of killing these for old time's sake crossed his mind, but it wasn't long before a new target for his wrath showed up. A large swarm of heartless appeared, most of which he'd encountered before. He saw some tornado steps in the battle of a thousand heartless, and the plants were similar enough to the ones he'd fought during his time in wonderland, if a different breed. Did heartless have breeds...? Probably. In any case, one of the plants seemed larger and stronger than the rest, and it held the piece they were after. "Plants vs Daevas huh? Well let me tell you somethin' pal. I've seen this match up before, and it's not pretty for you." He'd referred to himself as a Daeva...Ever since he'd told his story to Kross, he'd been thinking of his homeworld. More and more, the memories of it stirred within him. When he'd left it behind, he thought it best to forget the past. It brought him nothing but pain to think of his friends. Of Asmodae, the homeland he no longer had. But...maybe that was wrong. Atreia was part of him. He still lived. The Asmodians weren't utterly destroyed. He still lived, and as he lived, so did Asmodae. He would no longer turn from his past. No sooner had this thought struck him, something stirred inside him. It was strange, like something was coming to the surface which had lied dormant in him for a long time. This had happened before, when he had become a soldier. What seemed like a black mist began to surround him. If one didn't know what was happening, a logic assumption might be that Beuce was being overtaken by darkness. However, this was not the case. Not in the typical sense at least. The mist surrounded him entirely, obscuring him from vision. It wasn't long before that mist ignited, turning to a dark fire all around him, before bursting into a cloud of smoke. The first thing to emerge from the smoke was a single wing. Skeletal in the structural appearance, with torn skin spanning between the bones. Second, a twin to the first wing, making them a pair. Batting a few time, they cleared the smoke slightly. The figure that stepped forward was very, very different from the typical Beuce. First off, his hair was the same color, but significantly longer. His bangs were draped across his right eye, while the sides of it stretched down to the bottom of his neck. In the back, it was tied into a long ponytail, stretching down into his upper back. His face was hidden by a sinister black mask, from behind which piercing red eyes could be seen, with almost a glow of the same color. The sign of an angered Asmodian. His clothing was a long flowing black robe, complete with armor in various spots around it. A crimson chest plate emblazoned with the image of Marchutan across the front of it, with black shoulder guards to each side. A fluffy mass of black fur wrapped around the back of his neck as part of the outfit. The armor offered little protective value, and was manly used as a decorative piece of legions who had achieved a certain rank among the Asmodian population. Separate from his legion uniform was his legion cloak. A black piece of fabric flowing from his back, a cape, marked with the blood red symbol of his legion, The Thirteenth Order. His clothing aside, Beuce's physical appearance had changed significantly. His hands and feet were now sharp. They had claws rather than fingertips, as visible through the leather gloves Beuce wore. Down his back was a streak of fur. Not part of the outfit, but a mane of hair which extended down to about his knees after it left his back. If one didn't see the entire thing, it could be mistaken for a smooth white tail. "I thought I'd never get this back." Beuce said, excited at the new transformation. "I was getting sick of that other appearance. It reminded me too much of the Elyos. The Reians had it too, so it wasn't surprising to find out that when i left my world, the Asmodian look went. But damn it's good to have it back. What you all see here...This is my true form. My natural state on Atreia." He had the look back, much to his joy...but he wondered if he had his powers as a sorcerer with it. Perfect timing, his targets began to surround him. Plants and Tornado Steps alike began crowding around the newly transformed Beuce. "Do you know what happens to plants when they're set on fire?" A flame lit up in his hand. The magical power contained in the spell was well beyond anything Beuce had previously displayed at any point in time. It was more or less the magical equivalent of the strength he'd displayed in his soldier form. With a flick of the wrist, what appeared to be an arrow of fire was hurled at a nearby plant, incinerating it instantly. He gave a chuckle. He was a sorcerer once again. "The same thing that happens to everything else." 7/12 posts 600+ words, 30 exp total.
"You defeated me with the strength you gain from your friendship, and moment's later you're at eachother's throats over what to do after the victory? Honestly, i can't begin to understand you people..." Said Ezekiel. He listened to each one of them, each making a valid point. If he'd known it was this easy to tear the guild apart, then he may well have won the fight. Although it was for the best that he was defeated. Weapons were drawn, but put away soon after. Although...One girl stood directly in front of him, claiming to be a mass murderer. That if he should be put to death for his crimes, so should she. He put his hand on her shoulder and shook his head. "It's not worth fighting for. Put that away, girl." "Alright, fine. Let's take 'em both!" Beucette called out, surprisingly. "She says she killed a bunch of people, i say we turn her over with 'im. I mean, what is this, redeemed murderers.guild? No. We don't really want people like that in our guild do we? If theres the logic of we can't let him go because he'll kill us, then why should we let her stay in our freakin' guild hall?" Beucette's opinions were a bit surprising, given her personality most of the time. Yet she spoke them loudly, assuring all would hear them. She wanted Calxyin to suffer whatever fate they chose for Ezekiel. "Stumbling along the road does not mean you have lost your way. Being exposed to corruption does not mean you are forever lost in it." Ra said, speaking up. "Is it so impossible for one to change? To no longer be their former self? The path of life is not a straight line. It is riddled with bends and forks. It is my belief that should the opportunity present itself, everyone deserves to be given a second chance to redeem themselves." Ra's eyes narrrowed at Ezekiel. "However, no one deserves a third. His guild is destroyed, his commanders defeated, his ascension lost to him. He cannot defeat us. Should he return, attempting vengeance, we will be able to fight him off once more. And at that time, we will end his life. For now, i believe we should let him go, and give him a chance to repent for his actions. Perhaps he will have changed after all. Perhaps he will become an ally, and aid us in battles to co-" "Ra, stop. You are not the one who should pass judgement onto me." Ezekiel interrupted, walking past him. "Among you, there is only one i have seen who is wise enough to make the choice regarding the fate of another." Walked over, he stood in front of the guild master of Sapphire eclipse, Evanora. Dropping to his knees, he lowed his head to her. "Listen to the voices of your guild. All of them. When you have made your decision, be it to kill me, free me, or imprison me, i will accept it. The judgement call is yours, guild master."
