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and yes, it is.

Whenever we're all ready i suppose

I dunno. I've never played a tag duel there.

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Not even a mecha and i'm still the hottest mecha.
You can't compete with the Beautifulicious.

Going to Bandune Ruins
Spending SP on 2 sage and 1 lavender
Buying and equipping Klein

A slight grin lit up on Xindai's face as he heard a familiar voice ring through the air. "And so the lead support enters the stage. Hello Valinton. I trust you enjoyed your stay in the dark realm? I'm sure it beats the alternative." Xindai said with a slight chuckle. He turned to face his old subordinate. Very few had seen the removal of Xindai's mask. Valinton was one of them.

Spoiler: Return

Satsujin sat in a grove of bamboo. Cherry petals fluttered down through the air around him and peacefully landed on the ground. This place was tranquility. It was peaceful, but by no means happy. This place held bad memories with Satsujin. This was his home world. The place where is family died. He stood, baring the pain from his still-present injuries. The wind blowing against his hair, slowly his eyes opened as his training began once more. Unsheathing Narukami, he took his stance. A bird fluttered around in front of him. That was his target. Striking a swallow with a blade was a herculean task. With utmost swiftness, he swiped the blade at the bird...and missed. The swallow avoided it with grace. Again and again this process repeated, he remained unable to hit the swallow. 'if a swallow is out of my reach, R will never fall within it.' He thought with his eyes closed. The assassin slowed his breathing. He was in a state of concentration most could scarcely dream of. The world around him tuned out. All that could be heard was the beating of his heart. The slow outlet of air from his exhale. Only a few seconds passed, but it felt like minutes to Satsujin. A blindingly fast strike followed. No, it was more than that. The swallow lay dead on the ground. He'd done it. He'd performed the Tsubamehantā. An impossible technique of his own creation. Despite his success. Satsujin's face was unchanging. A single success didn't guarantee he'd be able to do it again. But there was hope. If he was able to do it once, it was within his grasp to master.
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Spoiler: LvD abridged 2

There, while Satsujin trained to use this incredible technique, Beuce appeared to help him. "Hey" "Sup?" "Oh you know...training to not get my ass kicked again." "Training eh? I think i know just what we need..."

The music for the training video started up as Beuce began singing.
"The hour's approaching to give it your best and you've got to reach your prime!"
"That's when you need to put yourself to the test and show us the passage of time!"
A splitscreen of Satsujin in a gym wearing a tank top and striking a punching bag from different angles appeared.
"We're gonna need a montage"

The rule 63 Beuces in the background began singing as well.
"Montage~"
A shot of Satsujin running up a huge flight of stairs
"Ooo it takes a montage!"


Satsujin lifting two single handed weights is shown.
"Montage~"
Different parts of the normal post are shown in as well as R sitting in his chair.
"Show a lot of things happening at once to remind everyone what's going on!"

"What's going on~"
Satsujin hitting the punching bag harder and more furiously while sweating.
"Every shot shows a little improvement. To show it all would take too long!"
"That's called a montage!"
"Montage~"
The pace of the workout begins picking up as you see a view from the top of the stairs Satsujin running toward the camera.
"In anything if you want to go from just a beginner to a pro"
"You need a montage~"
"Montage~"
"Even rocky had a montage~"
"Montage~"
Because i'm kind of running out of scenes, here's beuce playing the guitar.
"Montage~"
"Anything if you want to go"
Satsujin sends the punching bag flying with a kick as Beuce dodges and speaks through an image


"From Just a beginner to a pro"
Satsujin High-fives Beuce at the top of the stairs and is picked up by the rule 63 Beuces
"You need a montage"
"oooo it takes a montage"
"Montage~"
"Always fade out in a montage."
The scenes begin to fade out as it returns to normal
"If you fade out it seems like more time has passed in a montage~"
"Montage~"

"Thanks Beuce. I'm much more badass now."
"No prob petals! Anything to proceed with my nefarious plan to take over the rp by killing everyone else by making them laugh"
"What."
"Nothing."
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Rowan was up to attack. He considered using another fireball but decided against it. In the event Kain started charging up another spell, he'd need his TP. So he simply ran toward him and performed a sweeping attack at his legs with the staff in his hands.

Beuce paused at Luna yelling at them. "...We are outside. That's what i came out here for." He was then dragged back by Ananta in time for the explanation. Well, not so much dragged as directed. He was far stronger than her and could easily have resisted if he desired, but he didn't really feel like it. May as well go back and see what's going on. He sighed as he entered the hall. After the discussion, a thought hit him. They were from the future. He didn't know quite how far in the future, but even if she wasn't still alive at the time, there may have been records. "Excuse me." He began speaking to blaze in a very out of place for him serious tone. Hardly anything ever made him serious, but this was one subject that did. "I apologize for what i said earlier. And i have to ask, you wouldn't know anything about a girl named Rain would you? She's a keyblade wielder from a world called Atreia." Being serious for Beuce was like breaking your own fingers for most people, but he choked it down and tried to get Blaze to help him if it was at all possible.

Suddenly torn from his spree of not paying attention, Beuce blinked. 'wait, dammit. I wasn't listening! What the hell did he just say? uhh...what do i do now? oh, derp. the fourth wall is my *****. i can just check khv and see it again.' The white haired man thought to himself (unless someone else could do the same). He pulled out his red Iphone and logged onto the aforementioned site. After reading the desired post, he then glanced over the other posts. He tried not to delve into the thoughts of others too much, lest overlord krowley tear away his ability to break the fourth wall for godmodding. 'Glen stopping his father from dying could cause some serious bad things' "HAVEN'T YOU EVER SEEN DOCTOR WHO MAN?! i mean unless you skipped the ninth doctor and didn't see that episode. Then it makes sense, but then you just suck." He accidentally said aloud at glen. Shrugging off any awkwardness, Beuce scratched the back of his head at the explanation of the clocks. To be honest, he found it a little hard to understand. He figured if it was plot relevant, something would become of it later that would explain it. With nothing further to think about, he turned his attention to blaze and was suddenly filled with inexplicable rage, nigh equal to the level of hatred most females hated Beuce for some reason. He walked up to him with a very pissed off look on his face. "Alright look. i dunno who you are because i wasn't paying attention, but you're a dick. A womanizing dick. i can be sure of that." Saying something that seemed rather random to all but a select few who knew what Beuce was referring to, he turned and walked down the steps into the grass.

Beuce rubbed his now swollen cheek as he muttered something to himself while being called a butt. "Jeez. it's a friggin compliment. Why do they always get so offended at a compliment? Not like i said anything dirty." It was then he caught fire. He sniffed the air for smoke. "...Is something burni- oh crap it's me. Good thing i learned blizzard." He said, casting such on the fire to put it out. Next thing he knew, Eon came up and starting jacking the closest thing to a date he was probably going to find as apparently all women bare an inexplicable hatred for compliments. well, that's how it works in Beuce's mind anyway.

Beuce was about to fly off, but was stopped by a girl who seemed to not know what she was doing as far as gliders went. "Can't summon your glider? Hmm...That's no good. Well, it kinda takes practice. So for the moment, why don't ya just hop on mine. There's room for one more." He said, patting the seat of the flying bike behind him. "Especially a nice looking one more" He said with a wink, snap and point, and click of the tongue.

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Xindai could have easily killed the wounded nobody if he so desired. Despite the injuries he himself suffered, they weren't as bad as Gexln's. And alone, there was little chance Xero would be able to defeat him. At least, not without "his" help. He could have killed him, but something stopped him. A thought. A single thought. That's all that kept Gexln alive. Perhaps...he could prove useful later. "Stop." He called out shortly before Gexln got there. "That's enough. I've gotten what i need. Take the girl and leave." He turned his back to Gexln and put his hands in his pockets. With aid from Xindai, Kaxar slowly drifted over to Gexln and was set in front of him with the gentlest touch. "Be proud. Not many can say they've gone head to head with the dark creator. Main reason being there aren't many left." He ended with a slight chuckle. Removing his hand from his pocket, he flicked his wrist and a dark corridor opened to the mysterious tower. No doubt he'd want to return Kaxar. "Go." after this, he was silent. He simply repeated the thought which had spared gexln's life.​

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"R hm? Given the gap between him and Gexln, his little band of followers may even prove a match for me. And we can't have that."​

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"Why would he need a mansion? Hmm..." Beuce made a face. An intense thinking face. "Come on...Think! Think! Think!"" The camera started to zoom in on Beuce's earlobe. Traveling within to see his brain pulsating with intense thought, however it was interrupted. The ghost of Rienzel ripped it backward. "No. No. No. No. We are not doing a jimmy neutron reference. I refuse. I don't care if i'm dead, there are just some things i make taboo even in death." "Aw c'mon don't be such a buzzki-" "I JUST CAME ACROSS THE DIMENSIONS TO STOP THIS NOW DONT MAKE THE DAMN REFERENCE!" "Alright jeez..." "YOU HAVE BEEN WAAAAARNED" The ghost eerily faded away, back into nothingness. So, since he wasn't allowed to make that reference, beuce just decided to outright have the idea. "Well it's old right? Old places usually have old stuff in it. Old stuff can be pretty useful sometimes." ​

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"Heh. You seem to misunderstand. It's not your darkness that's my creation." The dark creator began. He raised his key-like weapon and blocked the strike from Gexln. There was little he could do about the spells being fired from his right hand or the orb of darkness from Xero, so he simply endured them. It was painful surely, but not enough to completely defeat him. Unlike most villains who apparently couldn't survive a single hit, Xindai was at least somewhat durable. After about two or three, he grabbed the hand which fired them. Swinging his head forward, he bashed his skull into that of his opponent's and with lightning speed, executed a rather impressive melee combo. First he drove his elbow into the gut of his staggering opponent. Not many could resist bending over in pain of having the wind knocked out of them. The moment Gexln did so, the same elbow was driven upward into his jaw. A telekinetic pull drew his head into an oncoming punch, followed by a roundhouse kick. All fluidly flowed from one thing into the next. He ended by jumping backwards. "It's ALL darkness which is my creation!" A black energy crackled around his palm. He cast a spell of a different element than was common. A Dark Thundaga.​

"Okay, Everyone just ignore me then. that's cool..." Beuce said, sounding somewhat disappointed that had acknowledged he spoke. Regardless of acknowledging someone who said pretty much the exact same thing. He shrugged it off, not really caring enough to brood over it. He transformed his keyblade into a wood finished motorcycle. Unlike his sweet memories glider, this was actually motor powered. Not exactly knowing where he was going, he climbed aboard it and flied after steel. "C'mon" He called back, motioning for the others to follow.

*sighs and shakes head* doesn't even get the lion king reference...for shame.