Nothing is never ending...
I feel old. help me.
R shook his head when Xero wanted to destroy the castle. "No. The research here is too important. If you destroy it, you may well damn us all." It was then the woman in a flowing tattered dress appeared from around the corner. She looked more like a ghost than anything. A melancholy apparition, seemingly caught in a task, not knowing its way. In some ways, this girl reminded him of himself. "Your husband...Xindai? I wasn't aware that he ever wed. I'm afraid he won't be back any time soon. He'd been sealed away, likely for eternity." R thought of something. Perhaps she's be willing to help them. "I require your help. Surely you've felt the power of the agents. If we don't act, there will be nothing left. Surely Xindai must have had some sort of research paper on the X-blade. If we could learn how to forge it, we may be able to defeat them." R pleaded with the girl. There was the possibility she wouldn't help them. After all, she was Xindai's wife. Yet...She seemed almost afraid of him rather than affectionate. Perhaps she had been forced into it.
Touché my friend. Touché.
Everything comes to and end. This thread will one day come to and end, as will the next. Nothing is never ending.
Xerxes was quick to react to Cierra. He'd been keeping an eye on her the whole time. He could guess that her fighting style revolved around those chains from the injuries his guards had. Not only that, they were burned at the neck by them. He guessed that she had some sort of heat power with her chains. He was cautious about it, but he grabbed the chain, stopping the bone from penetrating his arm. Even if he hadn't, there was the likelihood it wouldn't have gotten through his armor, but he didn't know what else she could do. He couldn't take that chance. He could feel the heat of the chains through his armor, but it wasn't enough to burn him. Perfect. With both hands, he grabbed the chain and jerked it toward him, attempting to swing the girl on the other end to him. If it worked, she may skid along the ground a bit, but he didn't care. Knowing full well this might invite some attacks, he held his club backhand as he pulled, ready to fend off attackers. Orpheus shook his head at Sven's order. "If you want your pet to be safe, then don't simply try to win the fight. Win. That's what her safety rides on." Orpheus said grimly. If he knew Cierra would be safe if he died, he'd try his hardest to win the fight. If he knew that if he died, so would she, he'd go beyond his limits to save her. Lustors were an evolution of humans, and that power of emotion was in their most base instincts. Not only to protect yourself, but to protect the ones you care about. Orpheus knew full well the capabilities of this power, and knew how to use it to his gain. "But don't think you'll be fighting alone. I will assist you." Orpheus said, drawing his blade. He was fairly skilled in swordsmanship, but his body wasn't the strongest. He was more a tactician than a soldier. Still, he could hold his own in a fight, especially with his inherited power. Since his attempt at getting in the saddle with may seemed to have fallen through, he decided he could probably help with the main plot going on right now. He walked over to Sven with an uncharacteristically serious look on his face. "I know you might not like me right now, but that guy is harder than you think to take down. if you want to win, you're going to need all the help you can get. So, truce?" Beuce said, sticking his hand out for a handshake. However, this wasn't as friendly a gesture as one would expect. He heated up the palm of his hand so that when Sven grabbed it, he would burn himself. What a dick move.
"Save it, Griffin. You and i both know the only thing that's saved you from me is your strength. But that only gets you so far. All you can do is run from me. It doesn't matter how much family you've got, I'll break them all." The black clad jailor threatened. No, threatened would imply he intended to do it. This was more matter of fact. It was as though he was informing him of what was about to happen. He readied his club and chains for combat. His method of fighting was a brutal one. From a distance, he was a dead eye with the hooks he wore on his body, capable of throwing them with extreme precision. But that wasn't the worst part. Once you were caught by the chain, your fate was sealed. You were helplessly dragged by whatever body part the chain caught toward the warden. The sheer sight of that alone had cause more than one convict before to go completely insane from fear, but they didn't live long enough for it to matter. As soon as they were near enough to him, the steel club he carried ended their lives. Mass murderers, jewel thieves, rapists, illegal arms dealers, it didn't matter their crime. Once the warden set out after them, all they were stains on the streets. They just didn't know it yet. Orpheus was the first to actually make an attack. Commanding three undead to charge him simultaneously from different directions. However, the result was less that he'd hoped for. A hook flew out and grabbed one by the ribcage, which was then hurled at another, knocking it off balance as soon as it arrived. Together, they were utterly crushed under the weight of the warden's club. Xerxes made another movement which wasn't exactly swift, but the sheer range and power behind the strike more than made up for what it lacked in speed. The third undead, as soon as it had gotten into the range of him was completely split in half at the waist by the jail keeper. "Hmph. So the rumors are true. You don't go down easy." Said the general. He doubted simply sending more undead at him would be any more effective, and he needed to conserve is troops. Even if he called for some from the area around the human district, he doubted they would get there in time. It took nearly twenty minutes to travel there on foot, and undead were slower than the living, so roughly half again that time. By the time they got there, they'd already be dead. They had to win with what he had. One of the more heavily armored undead stepped forth, along with a few of the lustors brave enough to face the warden. "Sven, it's been a while since i've seen you go all out in combat. Perhaps it's time you reminded me what it looks like."
R gave an understanding nod. She didn't want to go back to a place that brought back painful memories. "I understand." Said the heartless shortly before stepping into the black rift. A short walk in the corridor let him out in an open courtyard. It was a desolate and barren land, but one he recognized. This castle was in ruins, but it was indeed the same one he had seen. The one Xindai's mind had taken the shape of. That had been one of only two fights he'd been forced to use black sun in, and that had been combined with the power of the fabled eternity stone, the trump card he'd been planning on all war, to take him out. The dark creator was a truly terrifying opponent. Even if they managed to defeat the agents, should he ever escape...No. R wouldn't allow himself to think like that. There were the seals of five keyblade wielders. The amount of effort it would take to open that seal would be enormous, if they were even able to find him. Making his way through the castle gates, he wiped the dust off a railing. This castle. It seemed to have been abandoned for years and yet...There wasn't as much dust as there should have been. It was almost as though there was a presence living here, they just didn't care to keep it tidy. "Stop, there's something here. This castle isn't so void of life as we thought." R said to the woman who had followed him through the corridor. He looked around, trying to detect any signs of movement. They weren't alone. "So...You used the not nearly as awesome KH2 version of dark aura?" Beuce questioned. However, knowing she wouldn't be able to answer the question he continued on. "Well, if you want to be a dark mystic, we should probably train you in magic. We don't have time to give you proper training, so we're gonna need to start from the top." He said, then walked over to Gexln and pulled a marker from his pocket. After scribble something on his face quickly, he moved showing what he had just done. "So, we'll start with wind magic. It's mainly used for defense, but can also be a fairly strong offense. Use the darkness in the form of a wind attack to change the direction of the keyblade as you throw it. Try and hit the bull's eye." Beuce said, snickering. He knew how well glen handled dark raids, considering what he'd heard about the Shan-yu fight. Don't get me wrong, this was entirely to train riding hood over there and not at all for revenge! Nope. not. one. bit. 'Let's see how you like this ya *******! hehehe!' ...Okay, maybe a little bit.
this made my day
I'm going to survive!
Aaaalrighty lets raise some stats shall we? Equipping Spellbinder for bosses, but equipping umbrella for cutscene based PVP duels (Don't worry about the umbrella thing. You'll understand soon enough) Spending both points on heart, but one for each sub-path. +2 strength +2 Magic Spending 16 crowns +2 Magic Thus bringing my stats up to Strength: 34 (+4) Magic: 30 (+5) MP: 4 (+2) Equipping Second Wind, Battle Cry, Combo Plus, Aerial Sweep, and Cheer. Thus putting me at exactly my AP cap.
The warden didn't so much as look at Gawain. All that happened was a massive fist being swung in his direction. The warden's punch was like headbutting a moving freight train. "I'll deal with you next, Griffin. You're not the top priority on my list right now. She is." The black clad man said in almost a growl to Gawain. He continued walking toward Cierra. Between him and her stood only Sven, whom he was about to deal with when Maye showed herself. "Stay out of this Maye. This girl is my target. You of all people should know better than to have anything to do with me and my target." He warned. He was here to catch the girl. If she tried to stop him, or perhaps even help him, he wouldn't take kindly to it. When he was on a job, he did it himself. No interferences. He took a single chain and tossed it to hook into Cierra's arm. From seemingly nowhere, a skeletal hand reached out and intercepted the hook which flew for Cierra. "Mr. Break, it seems you've forgotten the reason you came here. It was to secure the criminal in the human city, not this girl. She is my property, and i will not have you take her." Orpheus said, glaring at the giant. He showed no signs of fear. Instead, he stood against the warden as an equal. Something few men had ever been able to do. "I give one one more warning. Should you refuse to coopoerate, you'll be branded an enemy. Trust me warden, i'm one man you don't want to make an enemy out of." "I could say the same to you." The warden growled at Orpheus. They locked eyes. The tension in the air was nearly palatable. A conflict was unavoidable at this point. The undead around were the only ones prepared to attack. The majority of the lustors were to terrified of the man to be able to do much. It was a fuse ready to blow, the second combat broke out, all hell would be unleashed onto the battlefield. But enough about those losers. Lets get some screen time on the guy people really want to see. The fiery white haired lustor walked over to the new arrival. Yeah i know he was just punched but the power of boobs is a force to be reckoned with. "Hey there. You've got the pleasure of addressing Beuce. People cared who i was even before i put on the mask." He said in a tone that wouldn't at all have been out of place if he had been staring into a hand miror while he said it. Beuce was the type who would look deeply into your eyes so he could stare at his own reflection. "The joker huh? Well, you seem like a girl who likes things to get batsy. Want me to show you a magic trick where i make a pencil disappear?" He said to Maye. When he said pencil, he most certainly did not mean a writing utensil.
