You should do a let's play of Storm of Fate when it comes out.
The white haired man looked up at Ananta offering him some cheese and water. He smiled at her. "Did an angel come for me? Or am i just..."There was a pause for a few seconds. "Habeucinating" One could swear they heard a rimshot echo in the background. After a chuckle at his own joke, he rose to his feet. Apparently he was fine. "Hehe, come on, let's go down with the others." He invited, walking toward the door. The assassin walked gracefully alongside the others. His footsteps were silent as the grave. I suppose in his profession, they had to be. Once outside, he walked up beside Kaxar. "It seems we find ourselves here again. Care to continue where we left off?" He suggested in a calm voice. He was so calm it was almost unsettling. They were training to fight for their lives. Perhaps he was used to it, or perhaps he simply hid what he felt. In any case, grace never left him. R's eyes turned on Valinton, ready to answer his question. He had a strategy alright, but he'd need everyone to work together for it to succeed. "When the war begins, break off into individual fights, teams of two. Choose the person you work with best. They will be your ally, your lifeline. Guide your opponents apart, through the cayons in the graveyard. Lead them apart and bait to follow you. At the end, the canyons all converge into a single area. We must have all the teams arrive there at the same time. The moment the realize they've been lead into a trap, i will tap into the power of the dark cornerstone and eradicate them all at once with my black rains. Even if some survive, they will prove no match for the remainder of us." The heartless said, explaining the basis of the plan. "They must be there at the same time, so it goes without saying that communication is key for this to succeed. In this, i plan to use Xindai's power of telepathy." R said, obviously disapproving of his own idea. If Xindai betrayed them, which wasn't exactly unthinkable, the entire plan went up in smoke, but it was the only chance they had to win. "There is no need to explain the plan to him. He will pry it from your minds whether you want him to or not."
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- 1 *edits to 0*
There's no shame in that. It's Grey.
"Oh no you don't!" Said the enormous Beuce as his eye caught the 5 of clubs fleeing from Base's grasp. The cards may have been able to bar the path of Base, but not Beuce. In his enlarged state, he could easily step over the barricade, and he did so. His foot "accidentally" stooped a bit lower and flattened the 10 of clubs where it stood. With a sprint, the 5 was easily caught. A bird's eye view helped keep track of the slippery card. There were about 14 meters between him and the card. Easily closed with a sprint. One heavy kick sent the card and the dirt it stood on flying and slapping against the wall. "Take that you son of a beuce!" The wielder yelled, as "Beuce" has apparently become the universal censor for swear words. He turned, Glaring at the only two remaining clubs. He readied his keyblade for the first and last use in this grown state. Holding it behind his head, he unleashed possibly the most deadly strike raid every witnessed. It sawed through the dirt like butter, sending the soil and grass flying in every direction. An audiable squeal came from one of the cards shortly before impact. The blow was indeed a devastating one, as both cards were instantly downed and anything in the area came tumbling down with a loud crash ontop of them. "Clubs, down for the count." He said cockily and walked over to a rose bush. Placing his hand on one of the painted flowers, the effects of the cake began to wear off. The large wielder began to shrink back to his ordinary size, and broke the stem of the rose as he did so. "I could probably use this later." He murmered to himself, placing it in his back pocket. "Hey Base, you've been counting cards." He chuckled and wagged his right index finger. "Bad boy."
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In fact not even a majority. I haven't seen a torrential in months. Might just be my luck, but i still haven't seen one in a while.
Your si- *sees message below* GOD DAMMIT I CAME HERE TO TELL YOU THAT
23 Well, we've certainly dropped this count a bit
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The beast's strike had been isolated to a single combatant. If he had known any healing magic, he would've tended to Sieg's wound. However, this magic was still a mystery to him. His thoughts were filled with questions of whether or not he could simply incapacitate the beast. He didn't want to kill this creature, but an instinct deep inside him told him that there was no other way. The Cerbantine had to die. Rowan despised this fact. Was he really so powerless that he couldn't save even an animal defending its home? Either way, another fireball roared to life in his palm and flew forward at the beast.
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As the cat appeared above Beuce, a small piece of cake dropped into the wielder's hands. Beuce sunk his teeth into it, chewed, and swallowed it. It seemed as though everything around him was getting smaller bit by bit. A moment later, he realized he had grown. Now, the only thing in the room larger than Beuce's body was his ego. Since he was now towering above the card soldiers, it went without saying they proved to be no match for him. "Ready to fold?" Beuce taunted the card soldiers with an evil grin. The brave red sixes tried to take him on even in his enlarged state, however that proved to be a mistake on their part. Without even using his keyblade, he grabbed the pair by their heart-tipped spears and lifted them off the ground. "Look who's holding all the cards now." He chuckled, holding them up high and shaking them off of the weapons they desperatly clinged to for dear life. With those two now taken out, he dropped the weapons and went after the eight of hearts and diamonds. They weren't nearly as brazen as their six counterparts. Timidly pointing their spears at the now giant, they slowly backed away. The wielder crouched down and swatted the diamond away via a swift backhand. That was it. The eight of hearts lost heart and began to run. Figuring he wouldn't be bothering anyone anymore, Beuce stood up straight and looked at his comrades also taking out various cards. If they had been playing poker with the cards defeated, most of the others would be filthy rich by now. He was thoroughly enjoying his new enlarged state. It was a shame it wouldn't last the whole time they were in this world. In fact, it'd likely wear off before the fight was through. But while he had this kind of power, Beuce intended on abusing the hell out of it. OOC: Took out the 6 of hearts, 6 of diamonds, 8 of hearts, and the 8 of diamonds.
Ah. nevermind. I see that there's effects now.
this is coming from...where exactly?
