Darius was right, they did need to get to the black market. But he couldn't very well just leave such a catch here alone. That'd be like granting her freedom. No, he decided to bring her with him. "Walk." He ordered the girl. She seemed to be pushing out her chest to make herself seem more attractive. It was working too. Damion was eyeing the girl, until something else drew his attention away. They were being followed. By who? Some idiot policeman? Or someone else? In any case, they were a dead man walking. He stopped and pointed his bone arm in the direction of Alcer and gripped Zage tightly with his still normal arm. This was probably the idiot moving around the trash can rather than an animal like he'd thought at first.
Oh yeah? Well i'm the key of my board!
(Banner in progress) The white haired individual known as India strode along a path to where he was supposed to meet his friend Dain. He knew he was late, but he had been a bit preoccupied with his studies. They were intending to hunt some heartless together. Honestly, India found the creatures interesting. The darkness given form. He wondered how such a thing was possible. However, the chance to study them was...hard to come by to say the least. In any case, they were going to die today. His eyes locked on a swordsman battling them. He tossed forth the Glaive given to him by Yggdrasil. As it struck the first heartless, a bolt of lightning was called down and channeled through the glaive, sending sparks to enemies around.
Beuce saw Karina was walking up to him with a pissed look on her face. He'd had plenty of practice dodging those punches. Enough had come at him...Right as he was about to dodge, Rienzel was called away, leaving Beuce to fend for himself. "Wait what?! Rienzel i don't know how to do this without you! HOW DO MOVE!" That was all he was able to get out before a punch connected to his jaw. Pain shot through his entire head as he flew back a couple feet. Thank god for unrealistic durability of RP and anime characters, or that likely would've broken most of his face. He stood up, rubbing his jaw. Looking at Karina's reunion with her children and brother, a slight smile came across his face. It was touching. She was always so depressed, but right now she was happy. This war was coming to a close quickly. The darkness was receding. He could tell the illusion castle was just about done. He turned, dismissing his keyblade, and walked away from the family without another word. He wasn't a part of it. Not really. He could see a familiar dark haired Shirou duplicate helping someone who was surprisingly not dead. "Hey, you need some help there?"
Welp. This ought to be good.
Username: Beucefilous Character Name: India Gender: Male Age: 20 Light or Darkness: Light Appearance: http://image.blingee.com/images19/content/output/000/000/000/7d0/789143479_239132.gif Weapon: A glaive Personality: He very persuasive and is curious beyond any other. He is willing to go to extremes to find out information he wants to learn. Some say his thought process is a bit unorthodox, disturbed, and not entirely right. Magic: Has a basic understanding of thunder magic. Other: is a friend of Dain.
That's insane. Why would i sell my soul? wait. ****.
a post has been made.
The right hand's eyes shot to the entrance to the alleyway. They'd been seen! If she ran off and told people...That wouldn't be good. Leaping up, he grabbed the roof of a building with his left and and pulled himself up. He ran along the rooftops, trailing her as he went. In his physical shape, closing the distance wasn't hard. He dropped down from the ledge behind her, putting his left hand over her mouth and his bladed arm up to her throat. "One peep comes from your throat and there'll be a lot more coming out of it soon." He threatened. Now that he was closer up to this woman he found her...attractive. They needed to keep her quiet about him and his brother one way or another. Perhaps it wouldn't be bad to keep one of the women alive for nights...That thought still in his mind, he forcefully guided her back into the the alley where his brother awaited him. He would have to reason with him not to kill her. Perhaps he'd even see her the same way he did. He didn't mind sharing his new prize.
...I joined this in 2011. I feel old.
The projection groaned. The claws had gone straight through him. He was already fading...In his limited time, he was going to make it count. He reached out his left hand and grabbed her face. Again and again, he fired a blast of dark fire at point-blank range. Darkness dripped from the wound in his stomach, his body was already disappearing. He fired off an eighth and final dark firaga before fading into the recesses of Xindai's mind. R didn't look at Sapphire as she said she didn't mean for him to get hurt. He simply picked himself up. "Do not worry for my safety. My fate is already decided. My sins have denied me access to the perfection i hope to create..." The heartless' voice grew quiet, like an animal who had accepted death. "But you must carry on my legacy. The one who will bring peace is not me. It's you...Sapphire." This emotionless girl was not who she really was. A blind puppet, only following because she had no where else to go. No, she had so much more strength than she knew. "That is why you must live beyond all others. You are my living legacy." He stopped and turned his head to Xero. "The eternity stone's power courses through your veins. Together, this world will crumble under our feet." He flew over next to her. She appeared badly wounded, but then again they all were. "All of you in this place! If you value your lives, aid us in this endeavour! Put aside your differences or we will all perish here!" He called out. He was about to pull his ace in the hole. The most powerful ability he had. All the darkness of his final form concentrated into one devastating blow. If this didn't work, then all was lost. Xindai had won. "Xero. Aid me." The Dark Creator was visibly worried. For all the devastating power this reality marble gave him, it had one fatal weakness. It was his mind incarnate, plastered over what already existed. If one were to damage this realm, they would essentially be damaging the innermost depths of his mind. From reading R's thoughts, he knew that an attack like that would indeed be the end of him. He turned the attention of all his armies, every projection he had at his disposal, onto the two floating in the air. He would bring them down before they had a chance to blink. Beuce was stunned. He looked shocked and...almost offended at what Anta had just said. "Really? You FINALLY make a reference...and it's to the princess bride." He parried the attack, still weak from the previous exertion and shock. But he didn't need to be at his full power to defeat this...this...Chick flick referencing pup! He would show him the true power of the dark side (of the fourth wall) Beuce began breathing strangely, as though some device were filtering his air. In a deep voice, he spoke. "No Anta. I am your father! Also hello Eric i'm Karina's real husband thank you."
Beuce walked to the front of the party, ready to initiate the inevitable battle with Gilgamesh. "Keep those things in the gates of Babylon do you?" He summoned his keyblade and stabbed it into the ground, causing cracks in the area around it. What can i say, it was a very fragile patch of ground. "Enough expository banter! Now we fight like MEN! And ladies! And ladies who dress like men! Yes i stole your quote! Do something about it!" Beuce taunted. That ought to get Gilgamesh fired up. He readied himself into a high guard stance. "Alright, look guys. If i've learned anything from Fate/Stay night, it's that anyone named Gilgamesh has got weapons out the whazoo. Any of us go charging him alone and we'll get overwhelmed pretty quick. Kel, you're on close up duty with me. We'll charge together. You parry his blow to create an opening and i'll attack, then we switch back. Ananta, Lady who dresses like a man, you'll play support. Poke him down from a range with magic. Eventually he's going to pull some kind of BS desperation move like these types always do, Like, Ea or something, so you two stay out of the way when that happens, ready to heal us." Beuce said, giving everyone their roles to follow in the fight. He didn't seem the type, but he DID lead an army on Atreia. He was quite the tactician when he cared enough about the fight.
Next to his brother stood Damion Os, leaning against the wall as his brother partook in his latest "meal". Damion was the more intelligent of the two, Yet still civilized was far from accurate to the Right Hand of Madness. Normally he would join his brother in the activity most would frown upon. He thought about what the man who called himself Valinton had said. They were to meet him at the black market if they agreed. He'd said something about the mafia and the sphirox antidote. That had certainly peaked his interest. He wanted to see how this would turn out. After their escape, he realized he didn't know what he wanted to do then. For the moment they'd just been surviving. Not anymore. They were going to rip some flesh in this upcoming war. "Darius. Finish eating. We need to head to the black market. I don't need to tell you this, but it's best that we remain out of sight." He told his brother. The topaz eyes peering through the mask gave little hint as to what he was thinking. Perhaps nothing at all. A mind so broken surely can't produce much emotion.
How does one request a pin?
on the contrary, i like the idea.
No one actually got a chance to beat up Beuce before a note came fluttering in the wind. He sniffed the air. He knew that scent well. It was the smell of dust off a freshly broken fourth wall. A message from another version? That didn't happen often. There were serious regulations against that. He opened it and began reading it to himself under his breath. "Camelot...had to pee...Ananta...Future self...Hasn't made refere-" Beuce stopped mid sentence as the gravity of what he was reading washed over him. What he had almost been pulled into. He looked over at Ananta with a look of shock on his face. He would never see her the same way again...His only hope for a good future was to melt the ice queen's heart.
Though he had enough control not to show any signs of it, Xindai felt a sting in his mind at the terrain being ripped up by the world break. He needed to get rid of the Lucrix, and perhaps Ananta as well. Why not both in one go? As interesting as their minds were, the two were more trouble than they were worth. "You speak of gods and all powerful creatures which will descend and destroy all, but what do you really know of them? Their power is beyond anything you can possibly imagine. This war, it's pointless. Without me, none of you will survive. I don't care how much power you have. All of you combined is a drop on the ocean which is kingdom hearts. I have fought the agents themselves. Chaos and Omega. There is only one way to defeat them in combat, and it's been shattered into twenty pieces. My abilities are the only hope there is left. So, why don't you spare yourself death and join me?" Xindai once again implemented his persuasive capabilities to their fullest extent, but not in the way you would think. Lucrix had his mind being implanted with ideas that joining Xindai was the correct course of action. As though it should be the obvious choice. Meanwhile Ananta was being steered toward the opposite choice. If all went as planned, they would stand on opposite sides as equally powerful foes. Even should one prevail as the victor, they would stand no chance against the dark creator. Falling from the sky was a red beam of light. It hit the ground at high velocity, causing a dust cloud to shoot up. A shadow rose from a kneeling position within it. A deep voice called out from within. Spoiler: Enter "Anta. I trust you've been taking care of thi-" "Man that was an AWESOME entrance!" Called the normal Beuce, interrupting his future self. "Where do i live in the future? What's my life like? Did you actually break the record for most references in a day? Of course that last one was a stupid question." Beuce paused for a moment, looking as though a thought had struck him which had never occurred to him before. "...Do you ever figure out why we pick Ananta?" The older Beuce didn't answer for a moment. You could see it there in his eyes. He hadn't picked Ananta. Ananta had picked him. Ever since that fateful day in Camelot where she needed to pee. That was where his life had hit the point of no return. "Reference...I used to know that word...The nostalgia...I haven't made a reference in years..." A look of horror washed over Beuce's face and he dropped to his knees. This..this was how he ended up? No...NO! it wasn't possible! This couldn't be true. It had to be some sick cruel abridged post put on by the vengeance of Rienzel, but no. There were no spoiler tags around this post. This was real. This is what Ananta did to him...If only he had pursued Karina...No. This was too much. He wouldn't let it be true. Beuce gripped his keyblade, wiping a tear from his eye. He charged forward and ran it through this new arrival's chest. The look he received in return wasn't a look of surprise or anger. It was a smile, thanking him for doing what he didn't have the courage to do anymore. Take his hand off the blade, he turned to finish the job. He pulled from his pocket a piece of paper and a pen. He began scribbling down a message, a warning to his SOS self. He had to go down the Karina route. Plot be damned, he wasn't going to let it turn out this way. Beuce would end up with Karina, and that was final. He summoned up all the strength in his body, and shoved his hand through the fourth wall, groaning from the sheer effort of putting a solid object into another rp. When it was done, he was drenched with sweat, but his SOS self had been warned. His life...He wouldn't let it go down that path. Not again.
Beuce peered around the corner along with the party. He completely ignored most of what they were saying. "Okay, you guys take the giant four armed guy, and i'll seduce the other one. Good? Good." He said, not giving them a chance to respond. Walking out from behind the corner as suavely as humanly possible, he approached Nequa. He put an arm around her and began spewing cheesy pickup lines such as "Pick a weapon, because you just dove right into my heart." Needless to say, he likely had roughly the same chances of survival as Glen.
But krowley does. SEND ME TO THE DUNGEON I LIKE IT KINKY!
Just posting this one for now. Username: Beucefilous Name: Damion Age: 30 Gender: Male Appearance: http://oi62.tinypic.com/1zpnz4m.jpg Power: Enhanced durability. Abilities: Hand to bone combat expert. Peak physical condition. Yeah i know you wouldn't think so. Go figure. Flexible. Can generally remain unseen if desired. Cannot feel pain whatsoever. Weapons: His own right arm. Strengths: Incredible endurance, near immune to psychological warfare Weaknesses: Completely insane. Extremely murderous. Very reckless, Has a phobia of old women. Starting Area: Idenshi Bio: When he was 5, he learned why your parents tell you not to talk to strangers. An old woman by the name of Haggis (Also know as Hag ass) abducted him and his brother Darius. She held them in an underground dungeon which she somehow managed to build with no one noticing. Like seriously, you'd think the construction workers would be like "why does she need a dungeon?" but no. Small children were kidnapped and paid the price for the construction workers' stupidity. She held them in said dungeon and tortured them on a daily basis. What a *****. Anyways, tortured them, blah blah blah, like 25 years later they enacted the plan they had thought of to escape. Being devoid of weapons, they sharpened their own arm bones and made their escape. Now they're loose in the city. Other: Brother of Darius. Ex-prisoner of Haggis (yes i know she's not even in it). Owner of Hare (the name of his arm weapon) ~Character sheet read by Beuce
