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It had been decided. They were going to see the elves. It wouldn't be a permanent solution, but it should at least be able to get them out of immediate danger. Sinbad didn't say much else as they were lead out of the tunnel. There wasn't much else he could say. The plan was set. They just had to escape from the battle. They walked through the dark tunnels, light only by the light of his torch. Eventually, after about an hour of walking, they found their way to a sealed door, barred from the side they were on by stone beams. Sinbad handed the torch to the goddess, and placed both hands on one of the beams. With a groan of effort, he pushed it aside. Ordinarily, it would take at least two or three strong men to move it, but pact makers were stronger in every way than ordinary men. It had taken effort, but he was able to move the beam alone. He pushed the doors open and covered his eyes as sunlight cracked into the tunnels.

Stepping out, he walked up a set of stone stairs into a small field, overlooking the castle far off. It was set ablaze, burning to the ground. Even from this distance, they could see that the ground was littered with bodies from their sheer numbers. The battle had been a bloody one, but if the goddess didn't get away, then it would all be for nothing. "Come on, the elven capital is to the south. That'll be this way." He said before starting to walk off.

As it turns out, East was in fact, not south. Who would've known? Were it not for one of the others having the proper sense to know where they were going, they would've been wandering for a long time. In three days journey, they had reached a hilltop. Sinbad looked over in the distance. it was impossible to miss. The glimmering white city was enormous. It shone like a star fallen to earth, likely how it had earned its name. 'There it is." Sinbad said, though it needed no introduction. The group proceeded onward, approaching closer.

Two guards donned in full elven armor greeted them at the gates. They looked suspiciously at the group. Most were armed, and several beasts accompanied them. Needless to say, they asked who they were. "We are union refugees, fled from a recent battle." He told them, honestly. There was no sense in lying. The peculiarity of their company didn't leave much room for a believable story, anyway. Lying would only make them seem more suspicious. One of the guards tapped the other on the arm, and he leaned in close. There was some hushed chatter between them, as they looked at the party, but Celina in particular.

"A young elven woman, accompanied by a fairy. She can be none other than the goddess herself...I'm sorry, but we can't let you through. Your presence here would cause tension with the imperial trade that passes through here. The tension between them and what union merchants come here is enough, though there haven't been any actual incidents, but if the goddess herself were to come, then it might give the wrong idea of us fully siding with the union." The guard spoke apologetically, as though the news he was giving them saddened him, but he was only acting on duty. A voice called out from behind him, causing him to turn in surprise to face it.

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"Nonsense! Our gates are always open to the weary travelers, no matter who they might be! As the herald of God himself, i can allow no less!" The figure that walked up behind him was a tall man, clad in full armor with a bright orange sash and light green hair. He wore a wide, friendly smile as he walked out to personally greet their visitors. "Welcome, my friends! I am Jedediah, ruler of this city and king of the elves! I apologize for the rudeness of my guards. He was only acting on what he thought was best. Surely you will join me in my invitation for a drink as an apology, no? We will talk over wine and song, a feast in front of us!" The man was cheerful, acting as though there weren't a problem in the world. The guards looked surprised by the matter, but parted and let the company through into the lustrous city of the elves. Inel'cinahe was open to them.

R didn't smile as Sapphire walked in and kissed him on the cheek. He didn't usually smile, but that didn't mean he wasn't glad of her being there. A small nod was what he gave. Sapphire had known him long enough to know this was roughly his version of a smile. The news she came bearing was grim. Gexln had resigned himself to death. He would either defeat Dane and live the rest of his life in exile to protect the ones he cared about, or die trying. He had been well aware that Gexln was struggling with the darkness, yet the man no longer trusted him enough to let him help. The grudge he held against Sapphire for what she did to his son, and him for giving her the power to do so was a strong one. In fact, R wouldn't be surprised if he had been a major factor in his struggle with the darkness. The path he had taken was wrought with loss and tragedy. He had lost friends. The people now turned against Sapphire, proclaiming her as corrupt. A precious few still trusted in R's judgement.

Then again, it wasn't his judgement that mattered. It was Sapphire's. His hands were stained with blood, much of it innocent. He was not fit to guide the people. Yet Sapphire had retained her innocence even through losing herself to darkness. She was the only kind of person who could create a world of peace. He still believed he had made the right choice. Before he could respond, Xero had run off. "Dammit. She's so driven by emotion that she forgoes logic She can help him, but not by chasing him wildly without any real knowledge of what she's going to do when she finds him!" He said to himself.

Then, Sapphire began reciting Gexln's words. It was clear just how far he had fallen. Gexln had been one of the only people he'd ever truly thought of as a friend. It pained him that he was like this. Sapphire questioned him what he meant. "Sapphire, Xero came to me, asking for help. Lexcifur has been exposed to Ansem's darkness, it seems. If he truly has acquired some residual trace of it from her...then it may well be because i failed to completely remove it. If this is so, then his circumstances fall on my shoulders. I had to atone for this in some way. I had to help her. I forged a cross celestial link with her, allowing her access to my power. Gexln likely sensed this link. The darkness in his heart immediately made him assume the worst of things, and in his mind he saw a relationship between us where there is none."


Caleb had used his powers of projection to create what appeared to be a shining bomb. When struck, it would trigger into a watery explosion. Surely this would be effective against the flaming creature. Caleb proceeded to scatter them all around it, ready for them to detonate. Drawing his blade, ghost held it parallel with his body. "Narukami!" Lightning crackled along his blade as gleaming petals emerged from it, energy sparking from each one. With a slash of his blade, a wave of energy flew out, striking one of the bombs and detonating it.

Zavion used fist of the shadow dragon. You all know what it looks like.


Hunter began running at him, attempting to strike him with a poisonous arrow. It seemed it was either devote his attention to defending against that, or block the cannon shot from Gwen. Or at least, that would've been the case had his partner not been bro as fuck and done a Hayabusa raid. The keyblade flew down and struck the arrow from Hunter's hand while Beuce turned toward Gwen. "Firaza!" He yelled, hurling an enormous fire ball at her, colliding with her ice attack and causing the two to cancel each other out. Firaza was a strong spell, but it fell short of being called an ultimate ability, thus he couldn't enhance the power of it with his arm. Ohm seemed ready to strike, and hunter was more than likely getting ready for another strike. So far, he'd been 1v3ing pretty effectively, but he knew he couldn't keep it up forever. He could do nothing but defend through all the attacks, never getting the chance to really go on the offensive. He had to split them up.

He looked straight at Ohm. He was the most split off from the rest of them. Making a quick sprint, he darted toward the mute. His arm began to glow a pale green as he punched the ground. "Tornado: Eye of the storm!" The thing about wind magic was that it had multiple forms in single spells. This carried over, even all the way to the top. This would be akin to the barrier form of the spell. A heavy wind began blowing from Beuce, a full storm was blowing from him, causing his coat tails to wave around him. The wind formed into a spiral, then shot up into the air as a column around him and Ohm. The massive storm barred all passage, preventing entry or exit. The wind still blew within it, but it could be fought in. It had formed an arena for the two of them. "Just the two of us now. I'll deal with the other two in about a minute. This won't take long." Though he was confident, he knew this wasn't the time to get careless. Taking a stance, he prepared for the inevitable clash of swordplay.


She was under his spell. The others couldn't see it, to them she would just be standing there in a daze, but he could see her fear. She was afraid of what she might become. The thought of it terrified her. But, something was wrong. It wasn't just her. There was someone else in her nightmare, offering comfort from it. Bartholomew growled angrily to himself. Someone had come to ruin the fun. Looking over, he saw that a fight with the goddess' agents was beginning to break out. "Hunting are we? Monsters too can be made to fear." Waving his hand, a dark translucent crow flew out of his hand, flying toward phantom and attempting to steal the breath from his very throat. ​

Ra used Aero

Beucette used blitz

Beucette leaped at the remaining mouse, and gave a massive swing of ego. "Decapitatiooon!" She screamed as she cut off the thing's head. GG mouse. GG.

Beucette used quick blitz

He watched Xero nod, agreeing to forge this link. So, he would have a connection forged with Xero then. A bond between their hearts. To be honest, he never expected this to happen. Then again, so many things had happened no one could have foreseen. This was simply another added onto it. "Alright. When you're ready, turn to face me. Not the projection, my true self." He said, alluding to the heart of the world Xero stood on. His heart. "Face me, and open yourself. I will do the rest." He said, putting his hand on her shoulder and fading away, back into his heart.

"Of course, the stipulation on this who arrangement is that you make an attempt to refrain from swearing at us in a drunken rage. I must say i was quite offended, myself." I said, feigning offense. With a chuckle, he too disappeared into their heart. Xero was now alone in the cave, save for the glowing red core which was their heart. Soon, it would be part of her.

Xero turned to face the Riel, as she was told, staring at the massive thing before her. It's a heart. Pervert. It began to hum. Something stirred deep inside Xero. She was reacting to him. A similar reaction stirred within the heart of Riel, reacting to the girl it was about to join with. A beam of light fired from the sphere into Xero's chest, The light faded from the core, leaving it dark as the light traveled into Xero's body. Then, the light burst back from her chest and into the core, restoring the light to it yet taking Xero's heart with it. Over and over it passed between them, in and out of Xero's body and into the heart of the world. The transition began to speed up, faster and faster, until finally it was forged into a constant beam, joining the two. Thinning, the beam dulled down, yet still tethered the two. They were both fully conscious now, and the beam dimmed into nothingness. At least, it couldn't be seen. Their hearts were now essentially one in the same, linked by an invisible tie.

One again, the figure of R appeared to her. "It is done. The link between us is forged."


As the phoneix showed up to block out the sun, the man whom they had set out to defeat fled the scene. "It would appear a creation of the goddess has shown itself. It may have helped us, but it seems it is meant to double as a warning to cease our search. I'd advise against giving chase to Crybex at the moment." Ghost said, looking up at the massive bird.

"He's right. If he's even still on this world, he's nowhere near us. Chasing after him would just eat up time with no results." Zavion had scanned the area thoroughly with his clairvoyance. It was no illusion. Crybex was outright gone. Zavion too looked up at the phoenix. His mother had a strange imagination. First a flying, laser shooting sting ray, and now a phoenix big enough to cause a solar eclipse. Well, he could see where Freya got her imagination from.


Wow, Stratos was pissed. He didn't know who that guy was, but he seemed to know Stratos. "You got him, Stratos. Leave the others to me." Beuce looked onward at the three who began to charge at him. Taking a stance with his keyblade on his shoulder and flames coating his arm as he gripped it into a claw, Beuce looked like a total badass in this completely meaningless stance. But he looked like a badas, and that was what counted. First thing that happened, Ohm ran up and performed a horizontal sweep. Beuce reacted quickly and guarded against the blade, pushing pushing back against him and breaking their connection. Next Hunter just ran up and tried to fucking instant kill him! What did he think this was, the DnD session? You can't just wear bosses as armor and tear people in half with your dick! Well, Beuce could still do that second one, it just wasn't detachable.

Point being, the chainsaw tactic didn't work, so he ran up and tried to punch him. Leaning to the side, the punch brushed past Beuce's face. Reaching his arm up, he wrapped it around Hunter's elbow, locking both Hunter's arm and his own in place. Hunter was strong, so he could probably break out without too much difficulty, but Beuce held on long enough to thrust is forehead into Hunter's bashing him in the face. All the while he was being shot at by Gwen, but who cared about Gwen? She was no threat. She was sitting there restoring her mana for no reason.


Bartholomew looked at Samsara as she returned. She leaped to Dane's defense, attempting to intervene in the fight against Lucien. The man had asked him to stop her. He had no real allegiance to anyone. He'd come here for one thing. Samsara. She interested him. How deep in her fear could he drag her? She walked over toward the battle, but he placed his hand on her shoulder. "No, Samsara. I don't think you are going to help him. One way or the other, one of them will be made to fear, but that's none of your concern." The man pulled her shoulder, turning her toward him. Looking into his eyes was like looking into the mouth of hell itself. So much agony and terror it could drive one mad. If Samsara went completely insane under his gaze, she wouldn't be the first, and likely not the last. In her vision, as though she had blinked and the scene was different, the forest around her was gone. Replaced by a maze. An endless maze of mirrors. In each of the reflections, Bartholomew stood behind her, speaking from every direction at once. "You've got yourself to worry about, after all." ​

Ra looked at the enormous mouse, not really sure what to make of it. Nevertheless, it had to be defeated to save Dale. Ra used thunder!

Beucette used blitz on the mouse with more HP 'n shit.

A faint glimmer appeared in front of the girl. The enormous red core hovering above the floor hummed quietly. The world's heart was reacting to her. Eventually, in the glimmer, the man she knew as R manifested. "You say Ansem's darkness was still within you? Hm... The seeker of darkness himself is no longer a threat. I have sealed him deep within my own heart. He cannot escape save for overtaking me, which i will not allow to happen. If you think his darkness still remains within you, then i suppose it's possible that the sheer length of time you served as his host altered the very shape of your heart. Or perhaps you were similar to him from the beginning. It would explain why he found you such a suitable host...Nevertheless, we need to find a solution."

"It's a simple one really."Another voice said. It was smooth and cool. The source of it was a blonde man sitting in a very Archer like manner on a pile of rocks. "You extracted the darkness from her, so why not do the same for him?"

R turned to face the man, his expression unflinching, although not as emotionless as it had been in past days. "I. What do you mean? You know I'm incapable of leaving this chamber."

"-and bringing him here would risk him taking our void, which would require an intervention from Sapphire to stop, likely resulting in his death and acquiring Gexln's wrath, so that's out of the question." I said, continuing on R's sentence. "Let me be more specific. It's not so much you performing the extraction, as it is her. You give her the power to do it."

"Are you suggesting...?" R questioned. The blonde persona of his nodded in response. "Xero. How far are you willing to go to free Lexcifur of this?" He asked, although he already knew the answer. "There is a way i can lend you my power, but it will be difficult. We must forge a connection between us. The same kind i have with Sapphire. Our hearts will be joined, and our power will be given to one another. This is known as planet****ery a Cross Celestial Link. Similar to a D-link, but on a much deeper level. Sapphire cannot leave the boundaries of Riel, lest the strain from the link kill her under the strain, combined with that of holding Kingdom Hearts' power. Yet you, who have no secondary burden, would be able to traverse mostly wherever you please. You may be prone to headaches, and pain which will grow more severe the further from me you get. We already have a D-link forged, so, you need simply call upon that, and look deeper into your heart to find the line that connects us. When that occurs, you will tap into the Cross Celestion Link, or CC-link. My consciousness will extend to your body, and vice versa. We will both be living as both of us simultaneously. In short...Using this would not be so dissimilar to become a host, much like you were with Ansem. Knowing this, will you still forge this connection between us?" ​

As they walked down through the passage, they could hardly see through the darkness. The only thing lighting the passage was a torch Sinbad had lit at the beginning. The passage was long and curved, which would be a nightmare for Sinbad. He stuck as close to the others as he could, so as not to get lost in this tunnel. "So, the thrones found us, and attacked the castle, and here we are escaping from the fight. Although, as lovely as this tunnel is, we should probably think of what we need to do once we leave it." He said to them. There was a clear goal they had to achieve. Find somewhere to take the goddess, and keep her safe there. Well, there was one place that could be thought of as the most safe and tranquil place in the world.

"Unless someone's got a better idea, we should go to Inel'cinahe." Sinbad suggested. Inel'cinahe. The sovereign capital city of the ever-peaceful elven nation. In the elven language, it meant holy star. "They're a neutral ground in this war. The empire, so far, has more or less left them alone due to their refusal to oppose them. It won't last forever, but it's a temporary solution until we can think of something more permanent. King Jedediah has always been a benevolent ruler, if a bit eccentric from what i hear. I'm sure he'll take in a group of refugees."

~~Castle of the Goddess~~

Zeus had caught up with Thanatos and Ares, and together, the three of them decimated any opposition in their path. In a mere twenty minutes, they had made their way through the castle. No one could stop them. Higher into it they climbed, until finally they reached their destination. The chambers of the goddess. Entering the room, they found nothing.

"Gah, how did they manage to escape?!"

"It's difficult to say. Perhaps one of their ranks had a means of teleportation. There are more powerful magics than that in this world, after all."

"It matters not." Zeus said, interrupting the two. "The outcome of this assault is irrelevant. If what my brother suspected is true, then we've driven the goddess directly into our trap."

"Oh...? A trap set by Lord Hades..?"

"Hah. The stiff might be creepy, but he's a deceitful little *******. He knows how to make traps."

Zeus shot a glare in Ares' direction for his mannerisms, yet said nothing. It didn't matter after all. "I've sent Athena ahead. She and Hephaestus will be working together for this. Thanatos, you are to return to Hades for orders. Ares...I suggest you prepare yourself. After this battle to come, your lust for blood will be sated once and for all."

"You've got somethin' big planned. I don't want to know what it is. I like the surprise of who I'm gonna be killing." Ares said with a deep laugh.

http://yugioh.wikia.com/wiki/Number_iC1000:_Numerronius_Numerronia

Someone should use this in a duel

The demons were dead, and the party had emerged victorious. Instead of receiving the penultimate musical note and being transported into another area to fight for the final piece, a man in a white coat simply appeared, having both remaining notes in hand. He reminded him of Base, in all honesty. His voice was smooth, and he spoke about music. However...There was something strange about this. He'd simply appeared out of nowhere, offering to give them the pieces. This was far too strange, especially given where they were. They were inside Mickey's past. While he supposed it was possible this was just a man he had known, he seemed out of place. Not to mention, even if he had just been someone Mickey knew, why was he in the book? If Mickey had sent someone in ahead of them, why didn't he tell them about him?

It just didn't add up. He didn't trust this. It was too sketchy. Beuce stood silent for a moment, his keyblade still in his hand from the fight. He didn't dismiss it, in the event they needed to fight him as well. He waited to see what the others would say. They each gave their reasons as to why the pieces were important. They were all right, and he was glad none of them mentioned the book and why they were here in the first place. It was better he didn't know about that, if he didn't already. If he'd come after them from the outside, then it was possible he already knew why they were there.

Then a thought struck him.
He'd wondered why the apprentices hadn't finished them off outright. Yen Sid had been attacked for the book. That meant their group was going after it as well. It was possible that they were unwittingly helping deliver the book to them. Maybe this was another ally of theirs they hadn't met yet, sent here to try and get the book from them when they obtained it. If he was allied with the apprentices, then he was bad news. Although, even if this were the case, they were a bit stuck to do anything about it. He didn't display any outward aggression toward the man, though. After all, this was still just a theory. He opened his mouth to speak to the man. "Well, a friend asked us to get them for him. So, you want to tell us why you've got them, and what you're doing here?"

Zavion's arm quivered under the pain of the burns, and he panted at the effort he'd just put forth. He watched to see the result of his and the others' attacks. Crybex simply rose to his feet, completely unharmed. But...how? He was sure the attack had connected, and he knew it had worked. He'd seen the injury. Could it be...That his healing potential was that great so as to repair the damage from Shinryu that quickly? That was unbelievable. Even Freya would have a difficult time repairing an attack like that. How would they defeat him?

Zavion was bound by the ring of light, along with the rest of his group. He looked up at the man who summoned a brilliantly bright keyblade. Zavion knew what it looked like. He'd seen deep into the man's heart. A keyblade was a manifestation of such. Then he continued on to talk about the X-blade. What did he mean forge it? There was only one. The story went that it came into being when the veil which divided the realms of light and darkness was torn down and the two elements collided, fusing into a weapon of absolute power. As much light as he sensed coming from this man, He was infinitely off of that kind of scale. There only would ever be one X-blade, and that was the one held by his mother. Wait, that was it! All their power combined was nothing next to what she held.

"Sorry to tell you, but you're a little late for that. There will only ever be one X-blade, and it's in the hands of the goddess. Only way you'll be getting it is by defeating her, if you think you can handle her." Zavion said to him. If he so much as set foot on Riel, he was dead. It didn't matter how much healing he had. There would be nothing left to heal from if he challenged his mother.


Of course...They may have been struggling with him, yet there was a power infinitely greater than the one they faced. Although, while Zavion was trying to convince him to go after the goddess, that may not work. He seemed to be looking for the Hero, so there was a good chance he knew even he was incapable of defeating her. Still, Zavion was onto something. If she could but extend her will here instead...Ghost closed his eyes and bowed his head slightly. He began to give a silent prayer. "My lady. I am sorry to say that I require you assistance to eliminate this threat. My abilities have proven ineffectual against his regeneration. Unless it is nullified, i fear he will emerge victorious. I ask of you, use your power to win this fight for us. If you can do no more than this, at least divulge his weakness." Ghost said in his mind. She was divinity. She would hear his prayer.

And so he waited. If she heard him, a miracle would descend upon them.


Indeed, as they reached the final fight, Beuce has appeared as the world boss. Hunter exclaimed, saying that their boss fight was Dante. Beuce walked up to him, pointing his weird arm at his face, obviously pissed off with his words. "Listen here. That's Nero to you, buddy. I got the whole arm thing. My Dante days are over for this RP." He corrected harshly before walking back over to where his partner was. "Good Sapphire. Can you believe this guy? Can't even tell the difference between Dante and Nero." He faced the group. Their party was bigger. Assuming Hunter and Gwen were the first two counted, that would bring the numbers to even, but they had Rinox and Ohm over and above that. Hm...Yup. Just those two. No one else there. He looked at Ohm. He looked familiar. Then it hit him who he was. He was Kross' son. The one he had told him to look after.

He gave a slight wave. "Yo. I need to talk to you after this fight." He said in a simple tone before preparing his keyblade. He looked to his side. Before now, all the fights had basically been Brawl missions, and so Stratos had murderstomped everything in their path with his face. However, this was a boss fight. Huh. He'd never actually BEEN the boss before. This would be interesting. Hopefully this was one of those bosses where you could lose and you'd just get a different cutscene. What was he talking about? Of course it was. He was Beuce. He was OP as fuck.

Throughout the events, Bartholomew had simply been watching. He liked Dane. Dane was scary. Although, he could stand to leave people alive a little longer. They couldn't be afraid once they were dead. Him and the girl named Juliet began to fight. Meanwhile, Her daughter was whimpering, obviously fearing for her mother. His head snapped toward a bush rustling, but he quickly dismissed it as nothing. He approached the girl. She wouldn't be afraid for her mother much longer. No, she'd have something worse to worry about.

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I'm right here...