Aquaman happens to be vacationing in the lake and saves him. /save
Beuce let out a slight snort as Ananta threatened to "kick him out of her world" R was like...the most OP thing ever. Ananta was...Well, let's just say Stratos and leave it at that. "Oh, pfft, okay" The man began, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, why don't you just go ahead and send on over the guy who can pull that one off? What was his name again? Micheal Mcdoesntexist? Something like that." Beuce taunted. Along with everyone else, he pretty much agreed that R, if he wanted to, was easily capable of taking down everyone in the room. He'd seen what that final form could do. Black sun was handy for dealing with masses, or a really big target, but in a one on one fight, that guy was just broken. The entire concept of a melee fight was finding an opening in your opponent's form to strike in, while covering your own. He could make any shape anywhere he wanted. Meaning he could instantly close any opening he happened to leave (which wasn't many) and force one onto his opponent. R sighed as Ananta accused him of sacrificing everyone there in order to forge the weapon. It went without saying that he had no intention of doing so, but some people were rather ignorant and discriminatory. She distrusted darkness and anything to do with it, hated it even. Then again, most from the light did. Not without reason though. Darkness had been a threat since time immemorial, and a force not widely understood. The darkness, in truth, had no real properties. Not evil, nor good. Not powerful, nor weak. However, it could adapt to become and take on nearly any property. That was why it was so versatile as to become the many weapons and magics R used in battle. "You need not fear, sage of the crystal. I do not intend to sacrifice anyone, and conflict between us will not be necessary, And i believe you'll find that this does qualify as a quite detailed source of information on it." R said, lightly tossing the report on the X-blade to her. Perhaps that would make her understand, although she did seem to be somewhat thick headed. "Yeah, so shut up and stop pretending you know what you're talking about. He has a scarf, flowy clothing, and Liam O'brien's voice, therefore he automatically knows everything, so let him talk." "...I-" "Everyone stop talking! Shh! Who's still talking? Oh that's me." "...I will not force anyone to participate. If you do not wish to participate, you do not have to. It's true that none of us fully understand the X-blade, and this is just a theory to attempt to gather the pieces. Such an act has never been done before, and there is no telling what will happen." R warned the audience who had assembled. He looked around for a moment. "If you would aid this plan, speak now." Beuce was the first to step forward. "Well you know i'm doing it. Those agents messed up my hair." However misguided the reason, Beuce was ready and willing to help with the dive to the heart. The next to speak up was Ghost. He stepped forward, next to Caleb. "I too will aid you. Perhaps this way, i can atone for my sins." That was three. R awaited more volunteers to speak up.
Of course it would. The wait for KH3 is probably going to be a long one regardless from all they have to do to make it, so about six months or so extra probably isn't going to make too much difference if it means something like online multiplayer. I've been waiting for a KH game with true online multiplayer for a long time.
I think i'm gonna say aqua. She ended up trapped in the realm of darkness for years, with things like hunter of the dark running around. For all we know, there's probably hundreds of those things in there.
I'm going to go ahead and vote Cstar too, for similar reasons listed.
As the two seemed to calm down, Xepphiras approached R. She claimed that the fault lied with her, as she had listened to their instructions. "You needn't blame yourself. You sought them out to train you, and merely followed their instructions. You are not the one to blame here." R said, placing a hand on the girl's shoulder. She was a kind soul, willing to shoulder burdens in place of others. People she barely knew. It was exactly that kind of person, the kind that would wield the power faithfully, without corruption. Breaking off the conversation, he continued into the hall of the mother crystal. With everyone having gathered into the main hall, R took the front, and began to explain their plan for victory over the agents. "I have discovered a means of fighting against Kingdom Hearts. As you know, Kingdom Hearts is a primordial existence, and the origin of all hearts, but alongside it existed another entity. The X-blade. The latter of the two was fought over during the first Keyblade war, and ended up being shattered into twenty pieces. However, there was one who knew about it far more than any other. Xindai. In his archives, i believe i have found a way to reforge the X-blade. With it, we may be able to fight back against even the agents. The weapon is a living entity in and of itself. When it chooses to do so, it will manifest itself in the hearts or bodies of twenty people. Their origin or situation is irrelevant, as it can take nearly any shape to suit its host." R spoke, giving an idea of what needed to be done. Next, came exactly how they were going to go about this. "If we are to obtain it, then we must ensure that it chooses us as its hosts. My theory is that it would be drawn to strength of will, as keyblades are replications of it, and act under similar means. Are you familiar with the concept of a dive to the heart?" There were nods from around. Everyone knew what it was. It was what discerned the path you took, and the abilities you obtained. A sort of awakening of your inner self. "It is possible for more than one person to enter a dive to the heart, but what we're going to do, is conjoin twenty separate dives into one massive event. Perhaps then, the X-blade will become of use to us."
Oh, okay. Carry on then.
It is not even possible for her to godmod! What are you on man!
Orpheus ran the name through his head...Escravo...It was impossible, but she did say that her parents were dangerous criminals..."Yes...I know who your parents were...And knowing that, i can see why you were locked up for being their daughter. Your parents were...Dangerous to say the least. Not only that..." Orpheus paused, as if trying to find the right way to say it. "They're the reason my parents are dead." Said the general grimly. He thought back on it, though he felt no pain or regret. He had come to terms with their deaths a long time ago. The scars of the past had long since closed, and he was no longer fazed by the thought of such a gruesome scene. Spoiler: Pretty graphic. Seriously. if you cant handle gore, do not open. The young general-to-be ran across the marble floor, his consciousness fading rapidly. The only thing that kept him alive was pure fear, he had to get away from these people. He had to find his father, then he'd be safe. There were two people in the house, a man and a woman. The fact they were lustors was obvious by their incredible power. The boy had been beaten senseless by the pair, and had a gaping wound in the side of his head. A crimson fluid blurred the vision in his left eye. All he could think about was that he had to get to the safety of his father's side. His father was a powerful lustor, he could easily kill the duo invading their home. He was leaving a trail of blood behind him, so the two could easily track him down, but salvation was within sight. the door to his father's bedroom was mere steps away. As fast as his torn legs could carry him, he bolted for the door. But when he opened it, he felt no embrace of safety. There was no caring father for him to hide behind. Instead, all five of his senses were assaulted with the overpowering sense of death. The odor of blood filled his nose. The salty taste of the iron fumes rolled across his tongue, making him want to vomit. His skin was cold with the sweat, induced by fear running down his face. The sound of a repulsive "splat" as something wet hit against the wall, but the sight. The sight was the worst of it. A gory sight was brought into his vision by the dim light of the moon. His mother...Her stomach was wide open, a gaping hole in her body. The contents, her entrails, were splattered against the wall and over the furniture like some sort of sick decoration. Her clothes had been torn from her body, likely for the purpose of unspeakable acts. His father, or at least what was left of him, lay on the other side of the bed. The entire lower half of his face was missing. His tongue lay out onto his neck, no jaw to separate the two. His sword was clutched in his hands, as though he had tried to put up a fight, but had been struck down. The position his eyes were in was towards his wife. It seemed he had seen the woman he loved in utter fear and agony as they raped and disemboweled her as his last sight in this world, unable to do anything to help her. The son of the two looked onto the sight in utter horror, but was soon flung across the room by a telekinetic force. As he hit the wall, he heard a pop, and immediately knew he had dislocated his shoulder. Blood from the various wounds had dripped away from him as he flew across the room, leaving behind a trail to him. Faintly, he heard sinister voices proclaiming that he should have gotten out of the house when he had the chance, because they weren't going to let him escape a second time. They were going to finish what they started. The young boy was raised up against the wall as the pair closed in on him, stepping over his father. They looked at his throat with sadistic eyes, so many ways they could kill him. What would be the best? They could draw and quarter him, or crush his ribs one by one until the shards stuck out of his chest in an artistic fashion. The two debated the infinite ways to end Orpheus' life, but they never got the chance. A deep red appeared on the neck of the female, followed by her head falling from her body. The man spun around, just in time for the bloody mess that was once Orpheus' father, a general of the lustors, to run him through with the black sword in his hands and pin him to the wall. At first, Orpheus thought somehow his father had survived the wounds and come to save him, but he realized the error in this upon looking closer. Once the two had been killed, he simply loomed there over Orpheus, his tongue hanging out unconstrained by the jaw that was no longer there. He didn't even look at Orpheus, just simply stood there like a mindless soldier awaiting orders. Upon struggling to his feet, Orpheus called for his father to look at him. The man obeyed. There was no life in his eyes. They were as dull, like a corpse. No...Not like. That's exactly what they were. The eyes of a corpse. His father had not survived. Thinking about the way he had obeyed his command, Orpheus told his father to bring the body of his mother to him. The ghoul did as it was told. In order to test something, Orpheus wiped some of the blood off his face and onto the woman held by his new found servant. Sure enough, she lifted her head. Orpheus had discovered his power as a lustor. He could bring back the dead. Actually...that wasn't quite right. All he could do was command the bodies of those that once were. The master of death...People always told him he was a dark person, but this was taking it to a new level. Unable to handle the stress of the situation, Orpheus fell to his knees and passes out, the two arisen nobles standing guard over him in his unconsciousness. They weren't his parents...Not anymore. As Orpheus finished conveying the story to Cierra, He looked down at his hand. It was severely scalded, but he showed no signs of it hurting. Instead, he was simply gathering his thoughts, trying to place his opinion of the situation. Of Cierra. Several lustors around looked shocked at the graphic nature of the general's and the girl's pasts, apparently having been listening. Even more so than that, the tone Orpheus had told the story in. As though he were simply reading it off of a script, uncaring what the words meant. Some began to question his sanity, as well as his humanity. But then, if those two things were lost on him, could one really say that would be less human than coming out of that without a mind etched with scars? The warden grunted as Outlaw asked what Orpheus had done to land himself in his bad favor. The thought of the event filled the man with rage. "Let's just say he got in the way of me and my target." He said, obviously sore about losing. Not paying much mind to what Maye said, the enormous man set out the door, and off in the direction of Castle Mordecai. There was blood to be spilled, and a message to be sent. Jedediah glared at Feo, the ******* had evaded their attacks. Thankfully, Emi had managed to calm the spirita. Jedediah listed to the conversation between Emi and Feo, as they spoke of their origins, and something of a goddess? Interesting. Perhaps the lord could take more than a single form. In any case, he gave a heroic smile to Lilith, who was cheering him on with some notable energy. She was usually an energetic one, it was a shame that the energy she used was often toward crime. He stuck near her in an attempt to convert her to a more calm life. Before he could further the thought, a voice called out from further down into the tunnel. Beuce walked into the scene shortly after the spirits had stopped attacking. "So, sup? How's it hanging? Weren't you dead?" Beuce casually asked Feo, but seemed to just dismiss it as though he had overcome it as one would a cold. Looking over, he saw a golden opportunity in the unconscious Hunter. Pulling out a drawing utensil, he walked over to him to draw on his face. However, something stopped him. He seemed physically incapable of doing anything to him. What...What the hell was going on. Looking toward his writer with a puzzled face, he wondered what was going on. "We don't have permission. The rules forbid it." Beuce was shocked to hear it. The...the rules? People followed those?! Never in his life had he been restrained by such a thing! Grumpily, the white haired lustor put away his writing utensil and decided to wait until something plot significant happened.
Beuce made a rather sad face as Karina walked away, refusing to desecrate his dead body with the aerial slam that was off cooldown due to mok not bothering to change it.
When i said "Break the fourth wall" i didn't think that included the site i did it on...
We're immigrants from the RPA
"Welcome, masters. I congratulate you on passing the preliminary rounds. You have all obtained a servant. As you know, these men and women are legendary souls, heroes of the past, present, and future. They will be your companions and only constant ally throughout the war. Trust in them, for otherwise you are sure to fall, although you do have a means of keeping them in line should your servant prove...Difficult. The command seals are three rights the master has to invoke absolute obedience from your servants. Should these all be used, If you should need to speak with them, do so in your private room on the second floor. While in there, you are in complete privacy, away from the prying eyes of other masters. But be wary about spending too much time in the safety of your room. You have one week to prepare for your confrontation with your opponent. In this time, you must find out as much about as you can, and find two Cipher keys, also known as triggers. Each one will be on a different floor in the arena. The arena is a battleground, filled with hostile programs placed by the moon cell. You and your opponent share this battleground, and no other masters are permitted within it. Should you engage in combat with your opponent here, the SE.RA.PH will intervene and stop you from fighting on the third cycle. Fighting your opponent can be a useful method of obtaining information on them. Fighting outside of the arena, on campus is prohibited. Any offenders will receive a penalty to their stats. Best of luck to you, masters. Proceed to the bulletin board in the second floor hall to find out your opponent. Rejoice, for your wishes are about to come true. Godspeed. Let the Holy Grail war begin!" As the digital priest finished his introduction to the masters, those there looked around. The numbers had thinned down immensely from the nigh one thousand that had joined initially. Still though, each and every one of these people was a competent and worthy foe, ready to fight in the holy grail war. "Best of luck to you all." called out a voice. A young blonde boy walked to the front of the crowd. Most would know his face. Leo Bisterio Harwey, the heir to the Harwey throne. It's not an exaggeration to say he was born to rule the world. He carried himself with a regal air. Some believe themselves to be above others, but Leo was on another level altogether. it was like the sun, an unapproachable brilliant light high above that one could never hope to reach, no matter their efforts. Standing next to him was a handsome knight with a similar hair color to his master's. He was silent, as though awaiting orders. "Let's go, Gawain." With that, the pair walked off down into the hall to find their opponent. Following him was a great many masters, with immeasurable variety. "I'll take you down, leo. The world can't go on like this." An attractive young girl with solid black hair muttered to herself as she followed down the hall to find her opponent. However, it seemed a man with bright green hair overhead this statement despite it. Putting a hand on her shoulder seemed to startle her, but he gave her a reassuring smile, as though to reassure her that she could achieve what she said. There was quite the crowd around the bulletin board, but to each master it only showed their name and their opponent's. Quickly enough the crowd would disperse as they went off to find information about their opponent.
Beuce was a bit disappointed to learn that there were requirements to face the guardians. Then again it wasn't all that surprising. He'd only heard bits and pieces of information regarding their existence in his studies. Yes, Beuce had studies. I know, i know, shocker. Yeah but he'd never heard of the mark of mastery. Although, he did wonder what determined the difference between just a regular old keyblade wielder and a master. "So, how do we take it? If we just need a master to give it to us, can't someone in the order do it? Because if that's all it takes, i'm ready now!" Beuce said with confidence. He talked like even should they give him the test, as long as it was multiple choice he had a pretty good shot at passing. Then, those guardians were all his. Little did he know it wasn't going to be that easy.
In addition to Karina and Kel, R himself went around and gathered together their allies, telling them to collect in the main hall of the mother crystal. Eventually, in a medical bay, R came across a familiar assassin. R knew the man fairly well. He had robbed the man of his family as a child, many years ago. In Twilight Town, he had defeated him and spared his life, only to have him fight against him in the war at the keyblade graveyard. However...There was something different about him. The air around him was no longer hostile and filled with malice. "Tell me, R. Why did you kill my family?" Satsujin asked. He didn't look over to the heartless, simply remained at Caleb's bedside unflinching. His tone wasn't accusatory or spiteful. He legitimately simply wanted to know R's reasons for doing what he did. There was silence for a moment, Satsujin simply awaited an answer. "Your family, the Akechi clan, were tyrants. They ruled the world, oppressing it with an iron fist. I sought to free them, but i was young. Violent. There was surely a way other than what i-" "No." Said the assassin, somewhat surprising R. "You were defending the people..Protecting those who can't protect themselves...I shouldn't begrudge you for that...But, my entire life has been nothing but a grudge..." The assassin stood, and dropped down his kimono, revealing scars all over his body. Their origins varied, from training, from a job he'd been on, but they were all the same. He'd endured them from a grudge against R. That was why he continued to live. "If that grudge is dead, so am i. Yet i still remain. So, am i nothing more than a ghost then?" The assassin turned around to R, with a serious look on his face. "If i am a ghost, then i ask you...Give me form." The heartless nodded. Reaching out a hand, his finger touched his forehead, as darkness spread out over Satsujin's bare skin. However, this wasn't simply hollow darkness creating a shape, it was similar to the named weapons R had used to combat the power of Excalibur. This darkness was incredibly powerful. As the darkness finished taking form, it hardened and solidified into armor. "This is the armor of the night. So long as it is with you, the shadows will hide you, offer you shelter. It is known as Wight. You have been reborn. If you are no longer Satsujin, you are Ghost." Spoiler: Enter It was then that Xero ran in, telling R of a battle that was going on. Were they really so ignorant as to not realize the situation and began fighting amongst themselves again? Taking off, he ran to the capital building, followed by Ghost. "I know but i had to finish the quote." Beuce said in his own defense as Gexln accused his quote of being kinda gay, but what happened next enraged Beuce. RIENZEL WAS NOT WRITING THIS POST, or...wait...A fist collided with Gexln's jaw. How dare he bring logic into this! He claimed that Rienzel wrote his posts, but that his were his own. As the umbrella pierced Beuce's chest, he looked up at the man holding the other end. "No Glen...I am your RPer!" He called out as the small 1 floated above his head. RPG logic of you're fine unless your HP hits 0 just saved the man's life. Then bitchface mcgee walked in and began lecturing them. As she said that they pissed her off by destroying the room. With the umbrella still in his chest, he and Gexln simply looked at each other and gave the other a high five. That's when her and Kross challenged them. Ananta was all up and challenging Glen, but Beuce was up against Kross. Swinging his umbrella at the man, the second it touched him even the slightest bit, something extremely uncommon happened. Umbrella went off. Instead of a simple 1 appearing above Kross' head, a massive golden 999 appeared and he went flying. However, he was caught by a dark figure, looking very pissed of..."Oh uh...Hey R. How you doing budddy? I was just...Um...Sparring with Gexln to train! yeah! That's what we were doing!" "Spare me the excuses! You fools can't let go of petty squabbles long enough to work together for the fate of the worlds! Now be silent and continue to the main hall, both of you!" R said angrily. The entire room seemed to darken under his anger. There was silence for a moment afterwards. R, the normally emotionless and melancholy leader of the dark became quite fearful when he was angry. Beuce simply put up his hands in a "whoa man" fashion, and began walking to the main hall.
Was going to vote for Krowley but this won it.
99,999,999,999,997,639
Kel had approached the two, also agreeing with his theory. "Hey Kel, you can summon a dragon can't you? Maybe they know something about a sleeping one." Beuce suggested. If Mushu actually did know of other dragons, then that might make their job a whole lot easier. It was then that Cat said it was alright if he couldn't find anything. Reading over the riddle, he made a thinking face. "Actually...I found it. I feel like the answer is on the tip of my tongue too." He said, possibly giving cat some confidence in the book. He was somewhat curious as to why exactly she needed a powerful healing spell. He made a mental note (literally he pictured himself writing a sticky note and putting it on the refrigerator) to ask her about it shortly. Opening his mouth, he began to read the hint as to the guardian's location and identity. In the depths of darkness, awaits the light. Guarded by sages of time, made older. Unlikely, these three, now hold the key In the mystic eye of the beholder. "I feel like i know this one..." It was then that Seiza entered the room once more. As he asked if they had any questions, Beuce walked over to him, motioning for Cat and Kel to follow. "Is there a holo-almanac we can use somewhere? I've seen them before, and one of those things would be really handy. If not..." He placed the book on the table, the page containing the riddle of the light guardian open. "What do you know about the elemental guardians?" Beuce questioned the gentleman. He seemed to be the librarian of the world. He'd probably have read that book, possibly even been the one to translate it, and had much more time to think about it than any of them. Plus, he'd been able to study the different worlds. It's entirely possible he would outright know the answer as to their identity.
Beuce glared at the sith lord nobody. He dodged the rubble, falling from the ceiling. It hit the ground with a loud crash, shaking the room. The smoldering red rune along his arm in the shape of phoenix wings began to glow, he was going to use the elemental guardian of fire's ability. With an unexplained surge of emotion, he charged across the room at Gexln, umbrella in hand. The man nearly had tears in his eyes, in fact, it couldn't have been more dramatic if there were intense music playing and they were standing in lava. ... ... oh wait. yes it could. Launching a Megaflare at the ground, he ignited the entire room, turning the floor molten and blowing off the roof. "YOU WERE THE CHOSEN ONE! IT WAS SAID YOU WOULD DESTROY THE WALL, NOT JOIN IT! YOU WERE TO BRING BALANCE TO THE FOURTH, NOT LEAVE IT IN DARKNESS!" Sprinting forward, he launched a blast of magical energy which was nothing at all like the force due to this not at all being based on star wars shut up. With all his might, he pushed against Gexln. "You were my brother Glen....I loved you!"
