The Ultimate Organization III+.5

OOC: Can I have that picture as well, Dk? I want it.

 

OOC: i'd like it as well DK plz and thx

BIC: Liam walked the length between him and Wing causally. His hands coated themselves in Darkness as he stood nearly nose to nose with Wing. Neither one showed any fear, they had both waited for this day, and both were ready to finally put it to rest.

“You’ve been a thorn in my side since the day we met. You remember, your first trip back to the Realms. I was the lead Defender of Darkness, and you upstaged me, twice!”

Liam looked beyond Wing, the memories replaying in his head

“Then after I became the Guardian, I wanted you dead. Of course, Scourge knew this, and he offered me a position. I had one task, kill you. A task I have yet to finish, but tonight...haha, I will come through for my master! With you out of the way, I can help the others finish off your pathetic friends. The Brotherhood shall win Victory this evening!”

Both warriors flew backwards as one. Wing, to defend, Liam to attack. The Darkness flew at Wing, with vengeance in its casting. Wing knew that heightened emotions could increase the power of spells, but he had always tried to avoid testing it. His power would have killed him if his emotions were to mix with it, until now that is.

He held his hands before him, key blades appearing just in time to cut through the twin spells. He spun the featherdancer in his fingers, a gesture that made Liam grow furious.

“You mock me?!”

He rushed Wing, two new Darkness spells ready to wreak havoc to Wing’s body. Wing stood fast, his feet shoulder width apart, with his keys held at the ready, one up and one held slightly back and to the side. The classic dual wielder's pose. He smirked, waiting for Liam to come, and last second, jumped and flipped over the Guardian of Darkness, spinning like a top in mid air and landing on one knee. Liam cried out in frustration and threw the spells at Wing once more, who this time fire off a twilight spell with one blade, effectively countering the Darkness.

“I thought you said you were going to kill me?”

Wing said with a shrug. Liam just shook his head and laughed, he needed to control his anger, it would only cloud his judgement, and cause him to lose this all important fight.

“Oh we are just getting started my friend.”

Liam held out his fist like he was holding a blade. Wing watched as the Darkness grew, creating a sword as black as night in Liam’s outstretched fist. Wing smirked and shook his head, letting the Realms key vanish. Foux appeared on his right shoulder and the two locked eyes with Liam.

“Ready old friend? This is probably going to be the first in a series of our most difficult fights. I need you to do me a favor, watch over the others and help out if you can okay?”
Foux chirped and flew off, small wisps of twilight floating in his wake. He had begun to pick up twilight abilities while waiting for Wing to become normal again. it was the only way he could stay within Wing’s soul, the phoenix was rooting out anything it could to gain control and consume Wing

“Now then, lets do this.”

The two squared off, swords at the ready. With a small head nod from Wing, Liam closed the gap between himself and Wing, swinging his blade at the young sandy brown haired boy. Wing caught the blade last second and reversed the momentum, throwing Liam’s sword from his hand. Liam’s eyes grew wide as he jumped backwards, catching his spinning sword.

“Impressive. I see you’ve made a full recovery from all the things that have happened to you in the past couple of weeks...”

He gritted his teeth, watching as Wing took his turn to attack. The Featherdancer found it’s mark, and the sword of Darkness shattered. Liam sneered and thew out a darkness spell, catching Wing in the chest, sending him flying backwards.

He stood up slowly with the help of his blade. Celestial Magic wasn’t anything to take lightly, and he knew that. If he wanted to beat Liam, he’d need more then the keyblade.

“Well old friend, this is a battle where you can’t help me.”

The Featherdancer vanished in a brilliant white light, in its place, a long navy blue blade. The blade was crossed with light purple and orange swirls, and the handle bore an insignia Liam couldn’t make out. A mix of the Ultimate Organization and Inverted Prism symbols, a crystal flanked by two curved lines that resembled wings, the Nobody Symbol rested in the center of the crystal, finishing off Wing’s new crest.

“Celestial versus Celestial.”

Wing said, snapping the blade into position. Liam nodded and smiled, and his sword reappeared. The two rushed on another, locking blades, struggling for control. Wing managed to push Liam back far enough to start attacking, putting the Dark Guardian on the defensive.

*EDIT* OOC: i'll post part 2 after someone else posts....

 

Bella treaded down her path alone, her silver eyes darting to the location of every sound and sigh, expecting someone or something to leap out and attack her. The light metal chains felt awkward wrapped around her hands and arms but at the same time natural, despite the fact she hadn’t used them in quite a while. Her fingers were wrapped tightly around the dagger linked at the very end, its ivory handle feeling cool to her touch.
As she began to quicken her step, a mirror materialized in front of her. She came to a stop but nearly lost her balance, causing her to reach out and touch it to steady herself. She took a step back, glaring at the sudden obstacle in her path.
It was an ordinary mirror about six feet tall, its edges decorated by a plain wooden frame that seemed black. But as Bellatrix stepped forward, she saw the frame was actually burnt, as though it had been on fire for quite a while. Her eyes wandered down to her reflection and she suddenly gasped, seeing a horrible vision. In the mirror was her of course, but it was a twisted version with black hole eyes and an insane smile. Blood drenched it and a fire burned in its background. The real Bellatrix stepped back and glanced behind her, unable to understand why she felt the heat of the imaginary flames.
“Scary one aren’t you?†the figure in the mirror growled as it stepped out, still smiling that lunatic’s smile, “Tell me, are you the weakest one? Because it won’t be any fun if you are defeated by your true self alone. A challenge I need, not a historianâ€
Bella chuckled, “Funny, but no, I’m not. I’m done with living in the past. I look towards the future, grasp my own fate, and I see that you’re about to get a painful defeatâ€
“Not likely. I’ve never lost a match and I don’t plan to today, especially not to a girl like youâ€
“Look in the mirror idiot†Bella growled.
“Oh, but I am†the figure said, before glancing back at the mirror. In an instant its true self was revealed as a teen around eighteen with tanned skin, golden eyes with flecks of ruby red, and shades of spiky orange hair. He wore a red tank top and baggy khaki cargo pants. His face was narrow and pointed, his body thin and lanky, and his demeanor was cocky and conceited. The mirror glowed, and again there were flames but no reflection of either of them. The stranger saw Bella’s confused face and smirked.
“That mirror back there is able to gaze into the future and reveals your fate†he said with a smirk.
“Not likely. I don‘t intend to lose. I still have my friends to meet up with†Bella said, a grin on her face, “So who sent you?â€
“Your brother sends his regards†the stranger said, smirking.
“That stupid a-â€
“Now, now. Is that any way for a lady to talk?†the stranger said mockingly.
“And who would you be to correct me?†Bella snarled.
“Call me Xavier†he replied with a sneer.
Bellatrix stayed quiet for a second, the name striking a chord with her. Yet even as she tried to remember where she had heard it, something about those vibrant eyes made her drop her guard for a second. Only a second.
“Well whoever you are, you picked the wrong day to mess with me jer€
“Heh, well we’ll just see won’t we?†Xavier said as they charged for each other.

 

OOC: Awesome Bella cant wait to read the rest! (Wants to know where Nulix finds his artwork....) Now, Part 2:

BIC:

The battle raged on for what seemed like hours, each Guardian taking control and then taking the defensive. Wing gritted his teeth as he swung his twilight born blade at Liam’s unguarded left arm, cutting the exposed flesh. Liam winced in pain, losing control. He was forced to block his weakened arm, and Wing wasn’t giving him and room to fully protect himself, much less cast a spell to put some distance between the two.

Blood dripped into Wing’s left eye from a wound he received last time he caught Liam off guard. This time Liam wouldn’t have the opportunity to cast a spell, no Wing planed on finishing this fight here and now while he had the upper hand.

“Come on, that all you got?!â€

Liam caught Wing’s blade as the words escaped his lips.

“You have yet to see into my bag of tricks boy.â€

He thrust his free hand towards Wing’s chest, Wing managed to catch it with his hand, and the two gripped each others hands, till both felt blood flow between them. Their grips slipping, Liam charged up a Darkness Ball. Wing felt the Darkness burn in his palm, and countered it with a Twilight spell. The two magics met in the bloody palms of their casters and both fought for control in the confined space they were forced to occupy. Darkness the pure magic, opposite of light, the original, and Twilight the ******* child of Light and Darkness. With the best of both worlds, no one ever asked it to pick a side, it remained neutral, a buffer between the warring Darkness and Light, only casting it’s vote when one felt more strongly about one side then the other. In this case, Wing felt more strongly to Light, and his determination was reflected in his magic, while Liam’s thirst for power and blood was reflected in his.

It didn’t take long before both spells gave all they had and Wing and Liam were both thrown backwards from the resulting explosion. Liam stood first, cradling his badly injured right arm. It was all but attached at this point, the pain caused his vision to blur, and his body to sway. He had only one choice, and that was to lose the arm. He took what was left of his blade and severed what was left of his arm. Blood poured onto the sandy ground as he fell to his knees, howling in pain.

Wing opened his eyes slowly, his arm was on fire and he gritted his teeth, trying to bear the pain. Blood dripped from every pore, and he knew the bones were shattered. The only reason he still had his arm was because of his quick thinking. As soon as he felt the spells begin to blow, he created a small ball of wind between his palm and the twilight. He watched Liam sever his left arm, and fall to his knees. Wing limped over to where his enemy knelt and held his blade to Liam’s throat.

“You’ve lost this fight.â€

Liam looked up at the boy, the one who kept besting him no matter what happened, the boy was good, better then he could have ever imagined. This made him hate Wing so much more.

“How, can you even stand right now?â€

Wing’s blade dropped slightly. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for Liam. Here was a man that had the potential to do something great, but his anger and hatred for the light were his biggest downfalls, they consumed him. The Darkness ate away at him, creating a parasitic relationship. Wing only wished that their first meeting and battle could have turned Liam from the path of darkness.

“I can stand because I can’t die right now. Not yet. There’s something I have to do, and I can’t allow myself to die until I see my promise and missions through till the end. In the end, a battle comes down to who’s dream’s are stronger. You don’t have a dream, only a mission, a desire. What will you do when I’m dead? Right now you’re only useful to Scourge because I’m still here. The second you kill me, he wouldn’t need you any longer. You’d end up like everyone else the Brotherhood has hurt. You’d be killed by Rajin, Ravakov, Enigma, Trent, they would have all killed you. You are only here to kill me, and nothing more. I’m giving you a chance. You can leave now and never show your face again, or die!â€

Liam stared at Wing for a moment, letting his words sink in before throwing his head back and laughing out loud.

“You fool! You truly believe those pathetic members can kill me? Master of Darkness!â€

He stood up slowly, his body shaking slightly. Darkness consumed his body, engulfing the man, and reviling the monster, his true form. Pale skin, black eyes, a new arm created and covered in Darkness. He barred his fangs, and cocked his head slightly, smelling the air heavily, gawking at Wing’s bleeding right arm.

“You’re blood is clean and pure, It’s never smelled so tasty before. I can tell that you’ve lost your phoenix abilities, and that makes you even more appetizing. That infection, for lack of a better word, is what kept me from showing you this form. It’s also why I didn’t kill you when I had you trapped. Now, I can smell that pure form, the Wing I started chasing all those months ago. You are going to be my snack, my meal. The meal I’ve hungered for, for so long. Now, this is going to be a fight for you’re life! Come boy, can you kill a Vampire?!â€

Wing’s eyes grew in shock, he knew there was something different about Liam, he always wondered how he seemed to know his every move, and now it all made sense.

“I don’t care what you are. You’ll die like everyone else that’s gotten in my way.â€

“You are no where near powerful enough to defeat me, not without the phoenix.â€

Wing smirked and just shook his head. He spun the keyblades in his hands, this fight called for a little extra magic, and the easiest way to kill a vampire was by locking the infection away.

“Come on, show me what you can do Master of Darkness!â€
Wing rushed Liam, his blade catching the arm of Darkness. The keyblade being a creation of light simply treated the arm as another blade, negating the darkness. Liam swung his arm as if it were a blade and knocked Wing back. The boy kept at it though, he pushed forward, using both blades to try to get one stab at Liam’s chest to lock away the vampire form.

“You will find it most difficult to kill a vampire!â€

Liam shouted into Wing’s ear before grabbing the back of his jacket and throwing him to the ground. Wing was quickly reminded of his broken arm, and the Realms keyblade faded away. It had been hovering just below his fist, manipulated by the wind his arm created as it moved. He gritted his teeth and threw the Featherdancer at Liam, who dodged with unimaginable speed. The Featherdancer vanished and Wing was on his feet, Twilit Oathkeeper in hand. He was going to throw each blade he had, and cycle through them until he hit his mark.

“Come now, do you honestly feel that silly technique will work on me?â€

Wing smiled and shook his head, laughing a little.

“No, but I planned on this doing the trick.â€

He waved his hand and the three keyblades reappeared, forming a triangle around Liam. He took a hesitant step backwards. They were held in place by the wind. Wing raised the Realms Key and smiled, raising his eyebrows.

“What are you doing?!â€

He released the Realms and stepped back, letting it float in place. The Diamond formation was complete. He created a blade out of twilight again and floated from the ground, looking down on his trapped foe.

“Rising sun!â€

Wing’s body flew down at Liam, twilight blade aimed for his heart. Liam ducked in time, but was immediately run through by the Gales keyblade, then by the Twilit Oathkeeper, the Featherdancer, and finally by the Realms blade. Wing flipped once and landed on one knee. Liam was gasping for breath, but the sound of laughter could be heard between gasps.

“You fool! This petty attack will not kill me!â€

Wing looked over his shoulder and smirked.

“Goodbye Liam...â€

He held his left hand high above his head and snapped his fingers. Light erupted from behind him, consuming Liam in mock sunlight.
“No...No...No!!!!â€

Liam screams were soon faded away, leaving Wing alone. Four keyblades crashed to the ground before vanishing, awaiting their master’s next summoning.

Wing stood up and looked over his shoulder at the black spot that marked where Liam had been standing only seconds ago. The severed arm disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. He reached into his pocket and drank the small vile he pulled from it. The warm liquid traveled through his body like wildfire before collecting in his shattered right arm. In minutes the bones were repaired, the tendons reattached, and the mussels toned and repaired.

Wing picked up the path through the maze, his mind focused on the upcoming fights, the Brotherhood members that would be waiting, and the final battle with Scourge. Then his mind flashed to Vecked. Anger washed over his body, causing him to start shaking violently. He would defeat Vecked, no matter the cost. Xardius had Scourge to defeat, and he had Vecked. Once the two were gone, peace would surly fill the universes again.

“You won’t get away with it Vecked...mark my words, I will defeat you...â€

The memories of their past fights, Midgar, Agrobah, Kingdom Hearts, Prism and all the others, called themselves to mind. He knew Vecked’s tricks, he new how the phoenix would fight. Wind and Flame would fight to the death...

“When the wind blows in through the open window, the small burning candle will surely be blown out.â€

He whispered under his breath as he walked down the path, drawing closer and closer to the Brotherhood stronghold.

 

OOC: OK, I'll stick around tonight. I'm sorry! I got bored...

FYI, I have fights for Hidden and Wing too! So don't think you'll get away with your little petty fights... (Just kidding, Wing's was great and I'm bouncing with anticipation for Hidden's!)

And so...

BIC: The still air that had been only been broken by Wing's steady breathing and footsteps was shattered by clapping from around a corner in Wing's path.

From the intersection strode Enigma, clad in black armor, eyes dark, a smile on his lips.

"That...was quite a show," Enigma said, amusement thick in his voice. "I'm curious however. What kind of potion did you use to heal yourself? I don't think I've ever encountered it before..."

OOC: Meanwhile, Trent just kind of sits there because Pirate hasn't posted anything.

Nulix, as soon as you post something about Skinnar, I'll have a fight emerge.

Remember, Skinnar got stuck with Highwind.

 

OOC: Trent was still charging at Xane with his T.R.E.N.T attack. Just start from there. Also, thanks for the sig.

 

Wing ran a hand through his hair, still slightly damp from sweating during his last fight, but he was ready to take on Enigma if needed.

"I don't feel that's any of your concern, but It was just a simple healing tonic given to me by a friend. Now, can i help you?"


with a flick of his wrist, the Featherdancer appeared in his hand.


OOC: apologizing in advance if im slow. I'm multitasking a research paper tonight

 

OOC: I apologize as well. I'm playing Guitar Hero...But if need be, I'll stop.

BIC: Trent charged at Xane with his awesome T.R.E.N.T. attack. (I don't even remember what it stands for anymore...)

***

Enigma shrugged. "I was just interested. Y'know, this is the quickest way to the castle ruins."

Enigma stepped more fully into Wing's path, still smiling. "Which of course means I can't let you pass. I am still under a contract after all."

"Besides," Enigma said, pulling out a black crystal, "you've been wanting to fight me for a while, right?"

OOC: Hoo boy, Enigma fight. This is going to be fun...

EDIT: And no prob, Pirate. But sorry about Aeron. I found a picture, but it didn't really fit with the rest of them.

 

OOC: It didn't...Maybe I can help.


BIC: Years ago...

"Strength doesn't matter! Speed doesn't matter," An armored man shouted, knocking his pupils across the hallway. Hand to hand sparring sessions were Dragoon's specialty. It's no wonder most of his students dreaded this day. "If you want a to fight in a true fight one day, you will realize that none of these things matter!"

"Then, what does matter, if I may ask?" A young knight named Alyt decided to question. , She always asked questions perhaps the most studious in her graduating class.

"What matters isn't a matter of how powerful your fist is," Dragoon answered. "It's entirely a matter of will."

"You know that's some bull, right?" Another young Knight known as Xane asked. "You're sayin' that if we believe we can beat you, we'll be able to beat you? Let me guess...We have to believe that we can beat you "In our hearts", right?"

"I'll never get this hand to hand stuff," Alyt sighed, shaking her head. "I think I'll just stick to blades.

"At his students reactions, Dragoon chuckled, "Actually, Xane, you're completely wrong. The will to fight isn't something you just believe you can do. This is something that only applies to hand to hand combat. When an opponent you face doesn't need any particularly flashy looking technique to beat you. Where you you truly find yourself attuned to your fist. Only then...Ah, perhaps I'm getting a little too carried away, eh? How about we dismiss class for now, eh?"

As they exited, the class, the two students were quick to discuss their lesson.

"What a bunch of mystical crap, huh? "Alyt asked Xane. "I'm waiting for him to teach us about broadswords again. How babout you?"

"I dunno," Xane shrugged. "I think I actually get some of that..."

"If you say so..." Alyt sighed, rolling her eyes.

***
Now...

It looked as if it happened in a split second. No amount of heavily detailed word could describe it. A variety of jabs, punches and strikes emerged from Xane, each hitting Trent's armor directly in his shoulder and chest. Zhan Dou Yi Zhi De.

 

Wing sighed and shook his head with a chuckle.

"You know, I have. Yet, right now, you're not on my top five things to fight list. Heck, on a list of three, you're the bottom."

He took up a battle stance.

"But, If defeating you is the only way to the castle, and the end of this...then you're nothing more then a roadblock...and roadblocks always come down sooner or later."

He smirked and nodded.

 

Trent's eyes bulged as his armor cracked, snapped, and finally shattered around him. He stumbled back, his ultimate attack shredding the ground to pieces around them, but not touching either man.

Trent's eyes didn't want to focus.

"I see," Trent gasped. "So that's the true strength of will you have."

Trent grinned. "I love it. I love it!" Throwing back his head, Trent laughed. "This is perfect, don't you think!? No one has ever managed to destroy my armor!"

"Now, boy, let's settle this! It's time for the ultimate duel!" Trent roared, jumping back. "We'll see whose will is stronger, eh?"

Running forward, Trent threw all of his energy behind one fist extended forward...

***

Enigma smiled. "Well, I tell you. I've been wanting to fight you..."

Power seeped into Enigma, deep and twisted. "You're just another pawn I want to add into my collection."

Twisting, Enigma blurred forward, his left arm streaking up for Wing's chin at the same chin as his right hand stabbed for Wing's middle...

 

OOC: Alright Dk...

BIC: Skinnar was with Highwind...

***

The Ulfire ship reached its nearby base...


OOC: This was the best post ever

 

OOC: So, Enigma's officially a bad guy now? Head hurts...

BIC: Xane didn't reply, merely catching Trent's fist in his hand. After that he gave smirk. "Looks like my will's a bit more than yours." If Trent didn't know better, he would've sworn that he saw several figures stand behind Xane. Xane threw Trent's arm back after a lot of resitance.

***

"Nice place, you've got here," Pharell noted.

 

OOC: Enigma, a bad guy? Maybe...

BIC: Highwind stared at Skinnar. "You're getting fat..."

***

A sword drew from its sheath behind Alyt. "Good afternoon," a female voice said.

***

Meanwhile, Tyre followed the path into a long underpass, dark and full of pillars.

Easing his sword in its sheath, Tyre swallowed and walked forward...

Glowing eyes followed him, and a thick tongue licked a huge mouth...

***

At the same time, Xardius faced off against Marlene...kind of.

"I'm not going to fight you," Marlene said. "This route's clear of all other Brotherhood members."

"Great," Xardius huffed. "I wanted to fight someone."

"You'd better go help your friend Xane then," Marlene said. "Ravakov's going over there."

"Ravakov? That sissy?" Xardius asked, turning. "Ah well, which way?"

Marlene pointed and Xardius walked off. Marlene sighed.

"Overconfident as always," Marlene said to herself. "Just don't die."

Turning, she walked off in the general direction of one of the members...

***

Trent shook his head. "Impossible...To be defeated by you..."

Falling back, Trent was dead before he hit the ground.

 

Xane looked down at Trent for a second before moving on. "What a waste..." he said, nonchalantly, before walking down the path...

 

Wing moved as fast as the wind he commanded. He leaned his head back dodging Enigma's punch while he dropped the Featherdancer down to catch the stabbing attack.

Wing continued the motion, flipping backwards, putting some distance between him and Enigma.

"Nice, never expected that." He said snapping the Featherdancer back into place with his left hand, the Twilit Oathkeeper appearing in his right hand. He hel it upside down so to block more efficiently. Enigma was going for the kill so most his attacks would be centered on Wing's middle.

He rushed Enigma, swiping upwards with the TO and slashing across Enigma's middle with the Featherdancer. Twilight rippled off both blades, as if Wing had pulled them from a pool of the celestial magic. if the sharp edges didn't cut Enigma, the magic certainly would.

 

Enigma's hands spun with the crystal as it transformed into a katana with a black blade, blocking both swords with ease and flipping Wing backwards.

Enigma spun the blade, smiling slightly. "You're even faster than Lionheart, it seems. It took him a while to make me pull this out."

Enigma ran forward, sword aiming for a diagonal cut at Wing's right shoulder to his left hip...

EDIT: ***

Xardius saw Xane. "Hey, Xane, I got a tip that Ravakov's coming...You look kind of beat up. You all right?"

 

Skinnar nodded, "I'm not fat... but I'm fatter than I was. Cotaxus gets the work out now a days. He gets the armor, I get the suit... I liked being Supreme Captain better... though the three-hundred thousand dollar Hairis paycheck ain't bad..." Skinnar sighed, "So, what do you want?"

***

Alyt turned, pulling her broadsword out as she did. "Who's there!?"

***

"Its only temporary," Alpa muttered, escorting Pharell into a metal room. "Alright, interrogation time." Alpa muttered, as two rough looking gentlemen came in behind him...

 

"i'll manage," Xane said. "I'm walkin', ain't I?"

The two came to a stop as they saw a large tunnel, connecting one end of a canyon to another. Below the tunnel was a large pit.

"Great," Xane said. "Looks like, there's no other choice but to go in the conveniently placed tunnel."

***

"Actually, I was hoping I could ask you one question before we got started," Pharell said.

 

Highwind shrugged. "Well, in about three seconds, I'm going to have to fight my previous employer Wirdikov. Either help me or don't get killed."

Three seconds later, Wirdikov's sword was driving against Highwind's blade. Highwind flicked Wirdikov's sword tip away with quick wrists, and drove Wirdikov back with angled slices.

Wirdikov finally jumped back, landing some feet away.

"Since you didn't come find me, I had to find you, I'm afraid," Wirdikov smiled. "I'm not a patient man. Skinnar, it's good to see you again..."

***

Falcon walked out of the shadows, rapier in hand. "Someone who is going to cut you to pieces for letting Tera Roth die."

***

Xardius shrugged. "Of course it's convenient. The sun's getting hot anyway...If you want, I can heal you a bit...You fight Trent?"