He was successful in getting Kel's attention, and the first thing he did was ask about the costume change. "Yeah i dunno. It just kinda showed up. Pretty stylish if you ask me. Either way, it's more than just a costume. Watch this." He pointed his sword downward and placed it into the ground. This time, instead of energy erupting from the ground, it seemed to flow from Beuce himself. His hair began to float in the air as a bright crimson red aura grew larger and more intense, flying off him in every direction. Even just by looking at him, the power in the air around him was undeniable. "Haaaaaaa!" The energy expanded from around him, growing larger. Eventually, it seemed to trigger a reaction within Kel's own body. He had a similar reaction with a bright azure blue aura. Beuce's own power had triggered a chain reaction and drawn out some of the power within Kel's heart. Both of their auras grew to considerable size, until finally they touched and merged together. An enormous pillar of energy shot upwards toward the roof, completely enveloping the two wielders. Blue and Red spiraled around it, increasing their power further. Finally, it was time, and they stepped out of the light as it died down behind them. Each of them was visibly stronger, and carried around a more mobile version of their aura which had surrounded them, complete with crackles of what appeared to be colored lightning. Their eyes too were now dyed with the color of their aura. "Well, feel like a total badass yet? If not, try doing something." He said, half jokingly. As non-serious as he was, there was no question their power had been substantially increased. With no hesitation, Beuce broke out into a Zantetsuken, and a few cherry blossoms later, he was on the other side of the wind-guarded behemoth. A large gash had been left in the side of the creature. It roared and summoned a whirlwind around it, blowing back Beuce and causing him to slam against a bookshelf. Thankfully wind magic wasn't made to hurt your opponents. It was made to keep you alive so you could hurt your opponents through other means. Like hitting them. Speaking of which, a rather large foot swung backwards and struck Beuce in the chest. That didn't feel very good, but he was able to rise to his feet and counterattack. A trail of red energy followed behind his blade wherever it was swung. He maneuvered between the kicking feet and made his way beneath the behemoth, slashing and cutting at the creature with his extended combos. Even through the defense of its wind barrier, the behemoth was taking substantial damage. There was a massive burst on the ground every time he swung from the sheer force behind the hits. Finally, he rolled out from beneath it and looked at it head on. Between its horns charged a small orb of what appeared to be wind magic, growing larger and larger until finally it spanned the length between the tusks. As it burst, several smaller orbs of the same element shot forth and began tracking down the wielders. Beuce, however, was ready for this. Since this evidently wasn't considered by his body to be of the magical variety, he cloaked his body in a shield of light and ran at the behemoth. As each orb of wind magic collided with him, it bounced off and trailed at no location in particular before vanishing. Eventually, he collided with the behemoth's face in a massively strong shoulder charge that knocked it, even with it's protection, off it's feet and into the air momentarily. Landing on the ground as the creature hit the ground with a thud, the aura surrounding Beuce flared up momentarily, indicating use of his new found physical strength. 641 words 60 EXP 613 total Behemoth damaged by 42 Spoiler Behemoths: 9/10 (Injured: 239/300) Red Nocturnes: CLEAR Blue Rhapsody: CLEAR Yellow Opera: CLEAR Green Requiem: CLEAR Shadow: CLEAR Soldier: CLEAR Large body: 15/20 Trick ghost: 30/30 Book master: CLEAR Surveillance robots: 30/35
Honestly, Beuce was wondering what this form was. It had appeared out of nowhere and granted him immeasurable power. The heartless that fought against him had been easily decimated, as though they were insects trying to fight a giant. Could it be some outside force granting him this power? No...It felt like it was coming from inside him. If not given to him, then what unlocked this form? Maybe...It was an effect of his keyblade. After all, they could transform to suit their wielders style of fighting and needs at the time. Who was to say that they couldn't change the wielder as well? There was some food for thought. The long black sword which was his keyblade shone in his hand, the light glimmering off it. He could tell that it was in actuality very heavy, yet it seemed light as a feather. Was he really that strong in this form? Either way, he was powerful. And that was all that mattered right now, in this fight. If they could defeat the heartless, they could get through the mirror. He turned to the broken heartless which he had punched into the ground earlier and extended his hand. "Fira!" He called out the spell, but he felt no heat emerging from the palm of his hand. "Fira!" He called once more. Again, nothing. He could feel that he wasn't out of Mana, the fuel for magical abilities. Instead, the spell just wasn't working. Maybe it had something to do with his newest power. Warriors and Mystics were often considered to be polar opposites, so he was somewhat of a black sheep by being extremely proficient in both. If his keyblade was indeed drawing out a persona of his abilities, then it was utilizing his raw physical strength. In doing so, it seemed his magical prowess was all but lost on him. If this was the power he obtained from it, that was a small price to pay. Although he did hope it wasn't permanent. The book master was getting up from his punch. It was time to test how powerful this form really was. He gathered up energy in his arm which held the blade and poised it for a downward stabbing motion. He could feel massive physical strength welling up inside him, finally, with a sweep of his sword, he struck the ground and all of his power burst outward from the blade. The energy which gave him his physical strength appeared to be a dark crimson in color. The second the blade made contact with the ground, all hell broke loose upon the unfortunate remaining three book masters. His power erupted from the ground as a massive Geyser of what looked similar to fire, although the appearance was where the similarities ended. When the energy struck you, it felt akin to having a steam roller thrown at you instead of being burned. Instantaneously, the three heartless which were still alive vanished into a burst of black smoke and faded away, as though they'd never been there at all. Pulling his long black sword from the ground, he turned from their previous location and set his sights on one of the larger heartless. The next Behemoth. He had confidence Kel would join him in his assault. Sprinting forward at the monster, he swung the blade at its foot, but the impact wasn't nearly as strong as it should have been. The attack was dulled. A barrier of wind protected the behemoth. "So, these things can cast magic now can they? In that Case...Kel, come over here! I want to try something out." He didn't know how, but he was able to tell exactly what kinds of abilities this form had. It was like his body was on auto-pilot when he fought. So, he'd try one out to help both him and Kel. 646 words 60 EXP Total: 553 Book masters eliminated. Behemoth damaged Spoiler Behemoths: 9/10 (Injured: 281/300) Red Nocturnes: CLEAR Blue Rhapsody: 10/25 Yellow Opera: 12/25 Green Requiem: CLEAR Shadow: CLEAR Soldier: CLEAR Large body: 15/20 Trick ghost: 30/30 Book master: CLEAR Surveillance robots: 30/35
The book master that had been injured didn't prove to be much of a threat by itself. It swung its book fiercely trying to get Beuce away from it, but to no avail. It took a boot to the stomach, which caused it to stumble backwards, and it was followed by a blue metal keyblade striking it in the face. As it went flying backwards, Beuce stood perfectly still in a stance for a moment, until finally he vanished from sight and performed a single impossibly fast strike on his enemy, immediately cleaving it in half at the waist and dispatching it. The numbers of the book masters were thinning. In fact, they'd be all but destroyed in just a second. If Kel finished them off with him, then even better. If he had to guess, he'd say he could take out about 3 and 3/4 book masters this post. Which would be roughly half of the remaining ones. After that, they'd get to work on their next behemoth. Right before he went onward to fight the book masters, he stopped. Something was...odd. He could feel a change coming. A power was welling up inside him. A bright light emitted from his chest and enveloped his entire body. Bright bursts of energy shot in every direction until nothing could be seen of him. The thought crossed his mind that he may be going super saiyan, but then he realized that would take roughly 30 posts and Rienzel would never get that done. So, if that wasn't the case, what was? Finally, the light burst and dropped out, revealing Beuce to have a quite different appearance. He was dressed largely in black, with fur lining different parts of his clothing and chains hanging down from various parts. He could feel something had changed. For one thing, his keyblade was now a black longsword without much of a hilt, so it was likely made for offense rather than defense. He could feel strength deep inside him, as though he were empowered just by being in this state. The strength coursing through his veins...he had no idea where it came from, but it didn't matter. All that was important was that he had it now, and he intended to use it to win this fight. Charging into the book masters, he realized just how much power he'd obtained from this new found state. One swing cleaved so hard through the air, a shock wave could be felt from the sheer force the attack produced. A single book master who had been hit was instantly cleaved in two in a single strike, the book he had placed between them as a shield having no effect. Practically pouncing on the next, he performed a skill he didn't know he knew. his body carried itself, causing his arms to slash five times through the unfortunate heartless. Each strike seemed to cut through space itself, leaving a gash in the air as energy spilled through. It wasn't magical energy...no, this was different. It was as though there was so much raw power in the attack, that the physical strength was visible. Needless to say, the target didn't last. The third book master fired a flaming orb, but Beuce swatted it to the side with a balled fist. Dashing forward, the unfortunate assailant was plowed into the ground by Beuce's empowered fist, leaving it severely injured. Before he could entirely finish it off, another came to it's air. If there was one thing that could be said about these heartless, it was that they stuck together. However, sticking together wasn't going to be enough in this case. Beuce was in the book wielding heartless' face in an instant. He went to perform a basic combo on it, but found himself being pulled further into the fight by this power. Instead of a simple four hit strike, in the middle of the combo, he thrust through the bookmaster and spun behind him with a massively powerful finish, tearing up the ground beneath his blade from the sheer force of the air which the blade shaved through. 691 words +60 EXP 493 total 4 bookmasters killed. Spoiler Behemoths: 9/10 Red Nocturnes: 19/25 Blue Rhapsody: 14/25 Yellow Opera: 12/25 Green Requiem: CLEAR Shadow: CLEAR Soldier: CLEAR Large body: 15/20 Trick ghost: 30/30 Book master: 3/15 (Injured 3/10 HP remaining) Surveillance robots: 30/35
Buying Brave warrior and and un-Equipping Aero, Mine Square, Magnify, Trip around the sun, and Guard. I shall be the first to equip a job! I am a Soldier!
He brought the piece of cake to his lips and bit down on it. It was sweet and creamy, as one would expect of such a pastry. However, this was no ordinary cake. As soon as he took a bit of the cake, power began to well up inside him. His physical size increased more and more, until eventually he was bigger than the behemoth itself. He looked down upon the broken creature and gripped its tusk.he raised its off the ground with one hand. Now, he was far stronger than it was, and it could do nothing about it. "Well, looks like it's over for you, old free wily cat." Turning, he hurled the heartless at the wall across on the other end of the north side. The impact against the bookcase shook the entire library, and books collapsed down onto the poor behemoth. A small pink heart floated up from beneath the heartless as a single book master was in the wrong place at the wrong time and had been crushed. Weakly, the behemoth tried to get up, but was kicked back down. His left hand was placed around the tusk again, and his foot against the behemoth's face. He pulled, harder and harder, until finally the body part snapped off of its face. The behemoth roared in pain, but could do nothing to stop it from happening. By his other tusk, free wily cat was thrown high into the air, and as it came down...a splat was heard. The tusk which was ripped from its mouth now pierced right through the center of its forehead. That was the finishing blow. It exploded into a burst of black smoke, and the pink heart glowing with light that once resided in the creature floated into the sky and faded from view. From this rather brutal display, the other heartless were somewhat scared of him. Hesitant to approach the man who had just decimated a behemoth. Shrinking down into his regular form. The markings from the cheshire cat faded away into purple steam and the light enveloping the library faded away, as though it had never been there at all. The cat was gone, and along with it his help and havoc. None of the effects would be applied any longer. Cracking his knuckles, he prepared to take out some more heartless. Evidently, it had only been like four minutes in Rp time. Funny thing, considering how much had gotten done it it. Mostly on east side but still. Turning around, he decided on the exact phrase "To hell with literature." and attacked the heartless behind him. Book masters, as the variety was called. They swatted at him with their books, but most hits were parried. The occasional attack got through from either side, creating an injury on the opposing combatant. Finally, Beuce kinda cheated and used slow, followed by empowering his weapon and performing a massive combo fueled by his heart power. That was one down, now for the second. Sliding beneath the heartless as it swung a vertical sweep at him, he spun around and dug his heel into its back. it stumbled forward and fell victim to a quick basic combo. Like all other heartless, it vanished into a puff of black smoke proportionate to its size. However, Beuce wasn't the only one who could attack from behind. a ball of magical fire struck him from behind and exploded. He winced at the pain, but he wasn't too injured by it. Turning around, he batted a second one back at the bookmaster. It was injured and stunned by the ball of magic, but not entirely killed. 611 words 60 exp 433 total. Free Wily Cat killed 3 Bookmasters killed 5 damage dealt to bookmaster. Spoiler Behemoths: 9/10 Red Nocturnes: 21/25 Blue Rhapsody: 17/25 Yellow Opera: 14/25 Green Requiem: 15/25 Shadow: CLEAR Soldier: CLEAR Large body: 15/20 Trick ghost: 30/30 Book master: 8/15 (Injured 5/10) Surveillance robots: 30/35
Not letting up the heat, he continued to press his frontal assault against the behemoth. Under the protection of full deck, the behemoth kicked and fired spells multiple times, but to no avail. Beuce reached the creature and struck at its front legs a few times before backing off. It wasn't long after that full deck wore off. He could feel the power of the cheshire cat growing weaker and weaker. He'd use one last effect to finish this behemoth off in the end. "Well, considering Karina and Stratos have been tearing up east side over there with no help at all because the power of non-stat based missions op, i'd say that won't be for quite a while Kelly." He said to his blue-haired comrade. If they kept up at this pace, they would finish the mission before long. He looked at the behemoth, trying to size up about how much more damage it would be able to take. His conclusion, he'd be able to finish it off by himself. Carefully evading to the side as it shot thunder bolt after thunder bolt at him, he made his advance back into melee range of the monstrous heartless. Flinging a strike raid at the horn, he cast an ice spell at the foot of the heartless. The ice spread around the hoof and encased it, freezing it solid onto the ground and rooting it in place. With some effort, the behemoth could likely break through the ice, but a second of its feet was frozen in place by a well timed vorpal blitz. his keyblade was cloaked in an icy aura, and he slashed it across the hoof, causing ice to spead out and consolidating around the foot, sealing a second one to the ground. Since there were three strikes to a vorpal blitz, the aura remained coated onto the keyblade. Using the magic from a poison edge, the two combined and made a dark purple ice blade around the keyblade. It was long and thin, almost in the shape of a Katana but not quite the same. Slightly thicker, and more rounded. Still underneath the bound creature's stomach, he stabbed and slashed upward, creating gash after gash in the poor heartless' underbelly. With one last thrust, he plunged it into the thing and let go, then ran out from behind the creature. Running vertically up the wall because screw physics he's a badass and can do that, he back flipped onto the Behemoth's back. With force of will, he called his keyblade to come to him. Shaking as it was still stabbed in the underbelly, it flew straight through the thing's back and into Beuce's hand, leaving a full on hole in its place. The behemoth groaned weakly and collapsed onto its stomach. It was just about finished. It couldn't go on with the fight much longer, if at all. The only thing left was to finish it off.He leaped down off of it and walked in front of its face. That derpy light in the eyes of all behemoths, it was gone. They had broken its spirit. He almost felt bad for the thing. In some ways, he'd grown attached to it. He'd miss free wily cat. So, instead of giving it a quick death, he decided to finish the fight with it in the most brutal and badass way he could think of, because the revenge part won out. Raising his hand into the air, he spoke to his summon. "Cheshire, one last thing. You know what i mean. The same as the Jabberwoky." Seemingly having understood, a small piece of cake was conjured in his hand. This fight was just about done. 617 words. 60 EXP 373 total 42 damage dealt to behemoth Spoiler Behemoths: 10/10 (injured 7/300) Red Nocturnes: 21/25 Blue Rhapsody: 17/25 Yellow Opera: 14/25 Green Requiem: 15/25 Shadow: CLEAR Soldier: CLEAR Large body: 15/20 Trick ghost: 30/30 Book master: 11/15 Surveillance robots: 30/35
PVP Battle (Player 1 VS Player 2) Cycle 1 Luna > D'daear Luna attacked with a combo! Dealt 10 damage! D'Daear attacked! Dealt 7 damage! Took 3 damage from the poison! Luna D'Daear 50/63 HP 4/4 MP 10% CG Spoiler: MAGIC Aerora Cure Spoiler: ITEMS Elixir Mega-Potion Mega-Potion Ether Ether Spoiler: SKILL COMMANDS Poison Edge 1/5 Barrier Surge 3/3 Spoiler: SUMMONS Bambi Basil Fairy Godmother Cheshire Cat Spoiler: ABILITIES High Jump Guard Dodge Roll Combo Exp Writer Aerial Sweep Combo Plus Air Combo Plus Cheer Spoiler: LIMITS - *Poisoned2 18/44 HP 3/3 MP 15% CG Spoiler: MAGIC Mine Square Spoiler: ITEMS Mega-Potion Spoiler: SKILL COMMANDS Strike Raid 2/2 Sliding Dash 3/3 Splattercombo 0/4 Spoiler: SUMMONS - Spoiler: ABILITIES High Jump Combo Aerial Sweep Item boost Exp Writer Spoiler: LIMITS -
Due to Base being away for the time being, Kel is the winner by default!
PVP Battle (Player 1 VS Player 2) Cycle 1 Luna > D'daear Luna used poison edge! Dealt 10 damage! D'Daear was poisoned! D'Daear attacked! Dealt 6 damage! Took 3 damage from the poison! Luna D'Daear 57/63 HP 4/4 MP 10% CG Spoiler: MAGIC Aerora Cure Spoiler: ITEMS Elixir Mega-Potion Mega-Potion Ether Ether Spoiler: SKILL COMMANDS Poison Edge 0/5 Barrier Surge 3/3 Spoiler: SUMMONS Bambi Basil Fairy Godmother Cheshire Cat Spoiler: ABILITIES High Jump Guard Dodge Roll Combo Exp Writer Aerial Sweep Combo Plus Air Combo Plus Cheer Spoiler: LIMITS - *Poisoned3 31/44 HP 3/3 MP 15% CG Spoiler: MAGIC Mine Square Spoiler: ITEMS Mega-Potion Spoiler: SKILL COMMANDS Strike Raid 2/2 Sliding Dash 3/3 Splattercombo 4/4 Spoiler: SUMMONS - Spoiler: ABILITIES High Jump Combo Aerial Sweep Item boost Exp Writer Spoiler: LIMITS -
Orpheus sat on a stone near the encampment they had set up for the night. It was rather difficult to ambush a squad of soldiers that never needed to rest, eat, or sleep. Their master, however, had already done so and awoken. He sat with the bound prisoners all in front of him, most of them looking at him with hatred and disdain. Sitting on the ground next to him was Cierra. She had refused to leave his side all night and day, so he simply allowed her to be near him if it pleased her so. He stroked her solid white hair as he looked at the soldiers. "Sex slave. You're really not helping that case, what with the whole at the master's side having your hair stroked with a collar and chain on. Like, seriously." "I realize they're scoundrels, but you truly are simply digging yourself into a deeper hole." "Also, would you mind putting Shakespeare over here in another prison spot? He's giving me a headache with his fancy talking." "I simply speak as a savior would. It befits one such as I." "And i thought i was into role-playing." "What do you-?" "Enough." Interrupted Orpheus. Those two were giving HIM a headache. "What exactly do you plan on doing with us, Necromancer? If you have spared our lives thus far, then you must have some intentions for keeping us alive. What say you to this?" "First, i gave you my word i would not harm you. The way behind it may not be ethical, but i have kept my word. Second, I suspected this as soon as you arrived without him, but a subordinate of mine has yet to return from the human district. I suspect he may have been captured. If he still breathes, i intend to release you in exchange for his safety." "All eight of us for just one man? How important must he be?" The savior said, obvious fairly surprised at this idea of his enemy. "Don't be presumptuous. The humans will end with the better deal, but you will not all walk free. I leave it to you, decide among yourselves three who will go free. Once you have done so, speak with one of the guards and we will depart." As the pale general finished his order to the prisoners, he rose to his feet and walked away, ordering the men and his undead to ready for departure. One in particular caught his attention. "Gawain Griffin. Come to me, and kneel." The way he general said it didn't sound as though he were angry or simply demanded respect out of him. He said it as though he were inviting him. Meanwhile, Beuce and Jedediah remained with the other prisoners. They had to choose who went free and who remained here in captivity. The white haired lustor let out a heavy sigh and leaned back against a rock, seemingly trying to get comfortable. "Well, i'm staying out of this. We all know it's not gonna be me going free. My money is on Hunter, Gwen, and Jed. Maybe swap one out for Emi." After all, why would they choose him to go free over one of their comrades? He barely knew any of these people, and the ones he did weren't exactly fond of him. Then again...Even if he did know them better, he had a feeling that he still wouldn't go free. He had never been the top gun in anyone's books. "Welp, get debating." Nickel jumped slightly at the massive bang of the rifle's shot. He didn't even need to see it hit a target, he knew it was a powerful weapon and would do a heavy amount of damage if you managed to connect the projectile to the enemy. Now that was a weapon...After a bit of explaining about the rifle, chief ordered him to go keep an eye on the prisoner he'd captured while he went and trained the people how to use these new weapons. The black bolt nodded and raced off to the jailing area. He'd been meaning to talk to this prisoner anyway. Upon arriving, he waved off the guards, indicating he'd take their place. Afterwards, he made extra sure that no one was around, and entered the room with the restrained lustor. [COLOR=#b35900]"What the hell are you doing here?! You goddamn near blew my cover with that stunt! Do you know how hard i worked to get these people to trust me?! Then some piss pot punk with a anger boner walks in and just about wrecks it all by goin' on a killing spree. So tell me, who are you? and why're you here?" [/COLOR] Panting. Desperate, frantic panting. That was all that could be heard aside from the shrill scrape of the chains the drug the ground. Next thing they knew, there was a crunch and a splat. Red painted the once solid grey floor nearly in its entirety. One more victim to add to the list. That list was indeed growing rather long. The servants that once served in castle Mordecai would no longer be of much service to their lord. Instead, their only remaining purpose was to deliver a message for their murderer. A crying woman, about seventeen lay back against a table, battered and beaten. She whimpered in fear of the warden, knowing her end was coming. She tried to use her powers to harden her skin and protect herself, but it was for naught. The coated figure's massive hand plunged straight through her brest and grabbed. His hand shook momentarily as he put forth a bit of effort, but it didn't last long as a sharp snap was heard. The woman's backbone had just been crushed completely in half. She let out a last word before perishing. "Why?" Pulling out his hand, it was now entirely coated red from her blood, he looked to the dead girl."Your lord crossed the wrong man. Your death won't be the last on account of it, either." The angry jailor walked forward up to the wall and began writing. He was leaving a message. A message to be discovered by whoever found this horrid scene. They were names. If your name was on this list, as far as just about anyone was concerned, you may as well just go into the next room and hang yourself to save him the trouble. "Cierra Escravo, Orpheus Graveson, Sven Arch, Gawain Griffin, The chains will find you." The was what the message read. Beneath it, he dug the broken hook Gawain had torn from the chain in their fight into the wall beneath it. If there was any doubt about who it was from, it was gone now. The warden had sent his message.
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That's more or less just east side.
Finally snapping out of the daze induced by Karina's (literally) smoking ass, Beuce decided to get back into the fight. Finally, he decided to actually do something. He'd been kind of switching in and out of his master tactician and total comic relief modes. To be honest, his writer was actually running out of funny things to write. So, if one option was beginning to be a no-go, then he'd just have to stay with the other. "Alright Kel, sorry about that. Rienzel was just trying to squeeze in six hundred words. Now that he's stopped caring about that, i can be a bit more useful." Beuce sad, assuring Kel he'd begin picking up the pace in the fight. And he fully intended to back that up. Stretching out his right leg in front of him, the keyblade wielder broke out into a run at the enormous purple heartless. They had to finish this thing off. Launching off a Fira, it wasn't aimed at the behemoth. It was aimed at the books behind it. Catching the pages on fire with the spell, he then used aero, creating a small twister of burning paper. The heartless squirmed and shook its head as the ashes flew into it's eyes. This was their chance to attack. He was more or less totally out of mana, the fuel for his magic, so that was out of the question for the moment. Luckily, the keyblade he'd gotten from Merlin vastly sped up the recovery of that. He pulled his keyblade up, over his shoulder, then hurled it forward as a strike raid to damage the behemoth. It struck into the foot of the monster, causing it to rear backwards in pain. Catching the key weapon, he leaped into the air and thrust his own body forward, cloaked in a barrier of light to protect himself from the burning books which flew through the area. They were only going to last a few seconds, but a few seconds was all Beuce needed. He rammed into the heartless at full force, knocking it all the way onto its back. "You know what to do!" Leaping up, he ran along the behemoth's stomach, raking his weapon through its flesh as he ran. As he did it, he was continually gaining energy to fuel his spells. Reaching the head, he jumped high into the air and slammed the blade of his weapon down against the horn of the beast, hopefully doing a fair amount of damage in the process. Although it wasn't enough to kill it, it did severely wound the beast. It couldn't take much more punishment from the two wielders. All they had to do was keep this up and the behemoth would fall quickly to them. Rolling over back onto its feet, Beuce was thrown from the behemoth. Once again it roared and an unavoidable bolt of energy shot from the sky, striking Beuce in the stomach and causing him to get sent back. The injury had damaged him a fair bit, and he winced from the pain, but, much like the behemoth itself, he wasn't going to go down from one hit. Beuce backed off from the creature and raised his keyblade into the air. "Luminous flower, restore the flesh and mend the spirit!" He said, calling out a chant for the spell. Was it necessary? nope. Was it original and not stolen from stratos? Would you believe me if i said yes? Didn't think so. It did, however, increase the length of the post. And that was what it was all about in this battle. The longer your post, the more exp you whore in. 611 words 30 EXP earned 313 total 21 damage dealt to behemoth. Spoiler: North End Behemoths: 10/10 (injured 93/300) Red Nocturnes: 21/25 Blue Rhapsody: 17/25 Yellow Opera: 14/25 Green Requiem: 15/25 Shadow: CLEAR Soldier: CLEAR Large body: 15/20 Trick ghost: 30/30 Book master: 11/15 Surveillance robots: 30/35
Do you think you'll be able to post in this any time soon?
Well, this fight was going pretty in their favor i would say. Kel was able to knock the behemoth into the air somehow. That was a pretty impressive feat. Then again, this guy had strength to rival Karina. He was just less "I dun need no stinkin other stats" about it. If they could keep up this, the thing wouldn't last long at all. Just a little bit longer. In fact, he'd say free wily cat the slamjamoth was just about halfway dead. He was about to go attack when suddenly out of nowhere, he stopped. He....He had to pee. That brought back memories. Memories of when Ananta needed to pee in came- GASP! "The peasant. At the diner....He didn't pay his check." He began having a flashback when- GASP "Nequa took the sword of honor along with Excalibur. That means that she seems to be going around collecting legendary swords. If she's collected two already, then there's no telling what others she's collected. What's worse, what she could be using them for. That makes it all the more important that we get back Excalibur from her. Although, trying to do it now would be suicide. She kicked our asses in the last fight, and from what i hear, she's got a few buddies who are just as strong as she is. What do you say we work on that mark of mastery after this?" Beuce offered to Kel. However, He was interrupted by a blast of energy to the back. A surveillance robot had shot fair bit smaller version of the massive laser he'd seen previously. The attack still hurt quite a bit, but wasn't fatal. Yet, anyways. There seemed to be two or three more converging on him. He cast aero on himself to save him from most of the damage with a protective barrier of wind, but by the time he came out of it, his clothes were in tatters. He cast cure to avert the injuries, but the damage to his wardrobe was the same. "Man...this was my favorite coat." And on that note, he hopped on board the stripper bandwagon. He ripped off his coat and shirt, leaving him in just his pants and shoes. And....uh...He ate a strawberry sundae or...something. Anyway the guy was shirtless and all the heartless were disintegrated from his sheer sexiness. Yup. That's what happened. In fact, that was how he spent his 11 of his BP. The behemoth heartless was injured before the might of his sexy. His next action was done for a few reasons. Number 1, Karina was being all depressed and suicidal-y and that was just a buzzkill on any day. Second, her sheer angry might condense into some kind of like green lantern fist and fly at them and hit their behemoth, but most of all, she be jacking his swagger and making references. At least when he did it it was in character! "Hey Kel, come here for a minute." He said, calling over the other one fighting alongside him. He aimed his keyblade at her, and launched a fireball. Flying through the air, it landed right against her backside and exploded. Quickly, he turned around and looked busy fighting. Totally inconspicious, unlike that kel over there who was still staring! God, that meant he had been staring at her ass, what a pervert! Like, who even did tha....Beuce totally gave himself away by turning around and getting distracted staring at her ass. Well, it was certainly hot. *rimshot* No but seriously he's going to die now. 600 words: 283 total exp 11 damage to Behemoth 10 damage to Karina Spoiler: North side Behemoths: 10/10 (injured 158/300) Karina: 1/1 (31.5/41.5, i know she's not actually on the north side but she's probably pissed off at it now.) Red Nocturnes: 21/25 Blue Rhapsody: 17/25 Yellow Opera: 14/25 Green Requiem: 15/25 Shadow: CLEAR Soldier: CLEAR Large body: 15/20 Trick ghost: 30/30 Book master: 11/15 Surveillance robots: 30/35
The general sat across from his assistant. They were in a chain coffee shop you could find on any corner. Buckstars, as it was called. He never knew why they decided to name it that, but at least their products were decent. Sipping his double mocha frappuccino latte, he listened to the message which had come from the director. Honestly, he had never trusted the director much. Of course he'd never expressed this distrust. His job likely depended on it. Not that he liked it much. "Do you have to add on the title? Can't just call me Quinn?" He requested. He always had hated formalities. Yet, he was promoted time and time again until he was one rank below the director himself. He knew he excelled past his classmates...But was he really THAT skilled? He himself had never thought so. And that's when the man across the cafe let out a confused sound. Sighing, Quinn just held out his hand and curled his fingers twice. "Give it here." He said casually, as though it were nothing out of the ordinary. In all honesty, at this point it wasn't. She was always getting herself into trouble. It was his job to keep her in check, but to be honest he didn't mind it himself. It kept things from the mundane routine. Nothing ever happened in the city. Although, with this Mila person, that may change. "Send a reply to the director. Tell him I'll handle the situation personally." He'd see how dangerous she was for himself. Then he'd decide exactly how much of a need to bring her in there was.
Fairly sure that's one of those "Prophetic dreams about destiny".
Kel had done a great job at damaging the behemoth. It was a strong hit, and left a visible wound on the creature. "Good going Kel, keep up attacks like that and this thing will be steak in no time!" Although the downside to that was that the behemoth was now incredibly pissed off at the unfortunate blue haired wielder. It began charging up an energy orb similar to the one it had used earlier, only this time they were going to stop it before the fact. "Oh no you don't!" Leaping up onto the back of the enormous heartless, he tossed a strike raid which skidded up onto the horn, leaving a rather nasty wound in the back as well. It groaned at the pain, but kept charging up the energy orb. He grabbed the keyblade as it flew back on it's return path and fired off a few offensive spells at the horn. Finally, he reached melee range. Delivering one more combo to the horn was enough to throw it off and cause it to kneel over, granting easy access to its weakest point. At this point, Beuce decided to take to the ground once more. He knew from past experience that being atop the behemoth would only result in him being thrown off, something he'd like to avoid. "Now's our chance!" Gathering together some of the power which had gathered once more in his heart, he empowered his keyblade and ran forward, charging the giant purple heartless. Slash after slash, cut after cut, he unleashed a long flurry of attacks onto the beast. His wrath of the warrior limit had taken a fairly large chunk out of the creature's stamina. Once again, it stood up in a sudden and almost jerking motion. The same as before, it let out a roar and bolts of nigh unavoidable energy shot down upon them. Only this time, they had the Cheshire cat. The light around Beuce and Kel condensed into a rather large teacup which absorbed them into it and raced around the area in seemingly random directions. The good thing about this is that they avoided the attack through it. The bad thing is that they would have to gain a bearing on their new location before the enemy did, or else they run the risk of losing advantage. Beuce could feel the power of the cheshire cat waning. There was no way it would last the entire rest of the battle. In fact, if he had to guess, he'd say it would last about as long as this behemoth would. They'd both be out of the picture at the same time give or take. Regardless of if it expired a minute from now or years later, he needed to get back into focus. The behemoth seemed to have caught back onto his location, and didn't exactly plan on leaving him alone. A massive hoof struck Beuce in the chest and sent him flying back. Full deck didn't activate and save him that time, and he took the full brunt of the attack. Coughing and gasping to regain the air in his lungs, he looked over next to where he had landed and found he was next to Kel. "I'm gonna pay it back for that. I'm sure you've taken plenty of hits to do the same. What do you say we team rush him huh?" Rising back to his feet, he re-summoned his keyblade. "Guard while the other attacks, switch out, repeat. Just like in Camelot." He said with a smirk, referencing back to their fight with Gilgamesh where their team had exceptional teamwork which ended up leading to their victory. He and Kel in particular worked together well in a melee battle. If the two of them just worked together and attacked in tandem, the behemoth and any other heartless they encountered would prove no match for them. "Let's do this." (Social link go!) Friendship Level for Kel increased! ★★★★★★★★★★ ---> ★★★★★★★★★★ 654 words total exp: 243 Spoiler: North Side Behemoths: 10/10 (injured 191/300) Red Nocturn: 25/25 Blue Rhapsody: 17/25 Yellow Opera: 14/25 Green Requiem: 20/25 Shadow: 0/60 Soldier: 16/30 Large body: 15/20 Trick ghost: 30/30 Book master: 11/15 Surveilance robots: 30/35
There it was. He had thrown one of his weapons, and left himself with only one. The opening was brief, and would only last for a second, but it was indeed an opening. Using the skintight darkness on his body to move himself at a much faster than normal rate, he flew at Gexln. The dark claws on his hands were poised to strike. Using his superior speed, he would strike, then be in another place altogether, and strike once more. Finally, it seemed as though he were going for a full frontal assault, when he vanished. The sound of a crackling fire could be heard behind Gexln's head as a dark firaga was held up to it. "Can you not salvage victory, even knowing what will happen?" OOC: don't have time to post more than this at the moment. Will post the rest later.
Due to the effects of the "i'm late" effect of mad world, Beuce sat there for a moment, frozen in time. Beuce finally unfroze from the stopping effect, finding that he had been hit at least twice by book masters. He winced at the damage dealt to him. The effects of mad world could potentially either turn the tides of a fight in your favor rather efficiently, or doom you to certain defeated. So far, it seemed to be fairly even with Beuce. The two book masters which had attacked him wouldn't live to regret doing so. He charged forward, deflecting a few fireballs with his keyblade, then cast gravity just a moment before reaching it. While it was floating up in the air, it was a perfect target for an assault. His keyblade began cloaking itself in an icy mist, He bent his knees, and struck down on the helpless scholarly heartless which floated in the air. It spun back, taking great damage, yet it was far from over. Leaving an icy afterimage from where he stood on the ground, he seemingly teleported back into the air behind it and slashed down again. For the third time, he appeared above the heartless and delivered the third strike of the aerial ice technique. Vanishing into a puff of black smoke, the book master was defeated. However, he couldn't just keep fighting on his own. His ally seemed to need help. Dear lord man, The behemoth jumped over the ice on the floor like some kind of free willy cat! My god...Kel needed to be saved from this horrible monstrosity, the behemoth was about to land on him and crush him like Karina crushed Kross' hp (shots fired). However, he was in luck. Beuce was in his area. Using Zantetsuken,Beuce vanished from all sight due to the immeasurably fast speed at which he was moving. He stopped directly in front of Kel, cherry blossoms flowing in the wind around him as he appeared, and it seemed as though he would push him out of the way, but instead he simply stood there and raised his hand above him. The shadow of the behemoth lumbered over them, at this rate they'd both be crushed. Yet still, he just stood there. Around him gathered a dense black and red aura, collecting into what was almost an armor rolling off of him into the shapes of hearts, clubs, diamonds, and spades. The massive hoof plowed down onto the two wielders, but it was stopped. Stopped in its tracks by nothing but his bare hand. Pushing up, he shoved the massive heartless back. It stumbled, looking confused that a keyblade wielder was able to block the entirety of its weight with nothing but a single hand. "Come on Kel, Let's get him back for trying that." He said, motioning for Kel to join him in an all out assault on the monster. Beginning the attack, he sprinted forward. The echo of his boots rang out from the impact with the marble. The various magical based heartless fired spell after spell at him, yet he shrugged all of them off as though they weren't even there. The incredibly powerful defense this aura gave him was awe inspiring indeed. He leaped into the air as light condensed around him, forming a protective shield of hexagons. With a massive blow, he slammed his fist into the creature's face. It stumbled back, roaring in pain from the attack. Landing back on the ground, he looked at Kel, waiting for him to make his move against the behemoth. total exp: 213 Spoiler: North Side Behemoths: 10/10 (injured 234/300) Red Nocturn: 25/25 Blue Rhapsody: 18/25 Yellow Opera: 14/25 Green Requiem: 20/25 Shadow: 3/60 Soldier: 18/30 Large body: 15/20 Trick ghost: 30/30 Book master: 12/15 Surveilance robots: 35/35
