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"Young man! YOUNG MAN, get back behind the barricade!"
Well, it happened. Not an hour or so after a certain cloaked man had left this World did the Heartless come in droves. It was an all out attack on Deling City and while the local Galbadian troops and SeeD were managing the situation, that's all they could do. It seemed that every time they killed one Heartless, more would take their place. If it got any worse, the forces would be quickly overrun. It seemed that all hope was about to be snuffed out. Luckily, that would not be the case, at least not if Gula could still breathe. He had watched the proceedings unfold for a while, hoping that a Keyblader would come forth to save the town. Unfortunately, none did, which meant it was left up to Gula to clean up the mess. In the past, there were thousands of Keybladers eager to take care of any Heartless problem. Now Gula couldn't even find one. It was getting to be quite aggravating. The Galbadian forces, to their credit, had managed to evacuate as many people as they could and barricaded the area, shooting any Heartless that tried to get near it. However, Gula knew it would be only a matter of time before the Heartless would sneak or push through the barricades. Who knew, they might have already hit other cities on this world. Gula descended from his rooftop perch and landed on the ground. He pushed and shoved his way through the crowd, which he somehow managed, partly due to his size allowing him to squeeze through. Once he reached the barricade, he ran to it and used a kneeling guard to vault over the barrier. That was when he heard the shout to get back behind the barricade. How troublesome. Gula looked behind him at the guards, his eyes hidden behind his leopard mask.
"Just do your job and protect the citizens. I'll take care of this mess." Gula then spread the fingers of his right hand open and light gathered in his hand. Then, in a flash of light, Gula's Keyblade appeared in all of its glory. Just as his Keyblade appeared, the Heartless appeared as well, Shadows rising from the ground and others appearing from the shadows. Gula sighed and put one hand behind his back, pointing his Keyblade at his adversaries. Suddenly, a Soldier appeared from an alleyway, tornado kicking at Gula. Unfortunately for it, its foot met Gula's Keyblade as the young Foreteller simply positioned the Keyblade vertically over the side of his body, blocking the kick. Then the boy sliced upwards, destroying the Soldier in an instant as a Heart rose out of its body. Gula then charged at the Heartless, his Keyblade becoming a blur as it speedily sliced to and fro, cutting through Heartless after Heartless. Gula then had his charge blocked as his Keyblade met a Large Body's stomach and was deflected. He jumped backwards from the rather slow punches and simply threw his Keyblade at the Fat Body. It cut right through him, but that wasn't all. Gula had disappeared and suddenly reappeared, grabbing his Keyblade in mid-flight and slicing downwards, splitting the Large Body in half before it dissipated, releasing another Heart. More and More Heartless appeared and started to swarm the area, drawn by the power of the Keyblade and the silent rage of its Master. Gula continued the fight, oblivious to anything else but his immediate surroundings. Seems some things will never change.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on May 2, 2018 22:18:33 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| The Archaedaemon Dark Knight’s lips remained set in an unwavering scowl, his distain for the Heartless and ensuing chaos effectively masked his surprise that Mordred’s prediction had come to fruition; no less than an hour following his department. Without a doubt, if the Fates permitted their paths to cross once more, Dieter had a plethora of questions to bombard the bespectacled blonde with. He’d watched from afar as the Galbadian Troops and SeeD mowed down the heartless, albeit, their vigilance failing to pay its’ dividends; they didn’t possess the ability to banish the darkness-tainted parasites. Dieter’s left hand absent-mindedly drifted towards the pendant that hung from his neck, his spindly fingers tracing the embedded ruby and sapphire – the only thing that tied him to his parents.
When the next wave of Heartless spawned from nothingness, Dieter’s hand left the pendant to extend out in their directions. His coral-hued lips moved rapidly as he’d recited memorized scriptures. Upon the completion of his incantation, the proof of his efforts was a singular spiraling orb of flames that lingered just beyond his reach. A snap of his fingers disrupted its’ momentary state of equilibrium, its’ content spilling outwards flooding the streets with a metaphorical sea of flames. Despite its’ intensity, the flames seemed to only target the heartless, narrowly halting before any unprotected civilian – though they weren’t spared from its’ sweltering heat. The control executed by the Daemon was leagues above what one could of expected from a SeeD.
In that brief reprieve, those whom hadn’t made it to safety yet stormed towards the nearest bunker. Dieter’s eyes narrowed as he caught a momentary glimpse of the light that had resulted in Gula’s manifestation of his keyblade. However, just as abruptly as it’d appeared, it disappeared within the writhing sea of sentient darkness that surged forward to crush its’ dreaded adversary. During the Blader’s bout with the plethora of Solider’s and a Fat Body, Dieter lost sight of the masked man a few times, uncertain of his fate until seconds later. With a feigned sigh, Dieter’s hand drifted downwards to his side as he’d unsheathed his cumbersome blade, its’ visage was terrifying, it’d had been painstakingly designed with inflicting the greatest amount of pain with minimal effort. His blade immediately found purchase within the ground, momentarily sheathed in Mother Archelpagio’s embrace. His eyes fluttered shut as he’d intermingled with her ambient energies, shaping and shifting them in conjunction with the spirits house within his blade. One could see his craft at work as the ground began to glow, a spiraling pentagram just beneath the surface. Its’ energies gathered and exploded outwards, not only traveling up into Dieter through the soles of his feet, but it’d also attempted to take refuge within Gula’s battle. This was Masamune , its’ intent was to grant the man not only with Regen to abate his fatigue but Haste to cut down his foes with aptly due ferocity.
Why didn’t Dieter approach Gula directly, he recognized the man’s movements – they were similar to his own when he’d surrendered himself to the thrall of battle. He was just as likely to be perceived as an enemy as an ally.
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Gula kept fighting, slashing faster than most people could follow. He was always gifted with speed and agility, which allowed him to tear through Heartless with ease. Unfortunately, speed and agility were no help against hubris and a rash personality, which allowed Aced to defeat Gula, even when he was weakened. Gula had expected an easy fight, forgetting that Aced would never be an easy fight. The Galbadian forces could only look on as this boy was taking care of things faster and more efficiently than they could. However, there still seemed to be no end to the swarm as they came in droves. This only made Gula fight harder, knowing they were drawn to his Keyblade. As long as there were attacking him, they weren't killing anyone else and that was just fine by the Foreteller. After all, he vowed to fight and defeat the Darkness, even if it meant his dying breath and he was not about to go back on his word. And so, he kept fighting, casting a Thundaga spell around him to wreck any chances of getting surrounded.
But then, a very peculiar thing happened. Gula smelled it before he saw who the smell belonged to. The stench of Darkness and somehow, it was almost overpowering the surrounding Heartless. Gula then saw who that smell belonged to and it was none other than a... girl? Guy? Was it even human? Gula's title of Keyblade Master wasn't just for show. It came with powers that allowed him to sense and manipulate the Hearts of people, even their Light and Darkness. Yet, what he was sensing from this person was like nothing he had ever perceived before. That Heart was bathed in Darkness, almost thrived on it. Darkness permeated this creature's entire being. And yet, his Heart was filled with a ferocious, wild, fiery Light. This Light seemed to be unquenchable, keeping the Darkness at bay. It was something Gula was unfamiliar with and quite frankly, he had spent too long being paranoid to trust in this creature with the Wild Heart. Then he (Gula had ultimately decided that this person was more built like a man) started attacking the Heartless. Weren't the Heartless being controlled by this dark being? That had to be the case. At the very least, they were first drawn to such a Dark Heart. Perhaps, but this man seemed to hold no mercy in his Heart for the Heartless and Gula was not about to question it in the middle of such a fight.
Gula's senses focused back on the fight in question and he flipped over a Soldier, landing behind him and slicing through his midsection. For now, he would observe this man from afar, judging his abilities. If it came to fighting him, Gula wanted to be sure he wasn't going in blind. Gula then cast Haste on himself to almost mimic the other man. Now he became a blur of motion, slicing through the Heartless with wild abandon as they charged ever forth, dancing around their blows. He took a few hits here and there but that was to be expected. He was going to continue fighting on in the name of all those who lost their lives to the War.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on May 4, 2018 4:15:01 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| The Archaedaemon’s nostrils flared as he inhaled sharply, savoring the unnatural calm that threatened to overtake him. Dieter’s right hand gripped the hilt of his blade with renewed vigor, effortlessly wrenching it free of its’ makeshift earthen prison. His blade arced outwards, its’ serrated edges met momentary resistance before it’d cut through an encroaching Solider . Instinctively, the Dark Knight’s body pirouetted to the side, a natural instinct to evade the spray of anchor and blood – substances that Heartless lacked. Dieter mentally chastised himself, disappointed that he’d made such a trivial mistake. In that moment it seemed minute, however, he understood that one’s endurance was finite – if this turned into a war of attrition he’d be at a slight disadvantage.
Bolts of lightning rained down from the heavens, piercing into the Gula’s immediate surroundings – simultaneously eradicating a wave of Heartless and halting the next waves’ advances. Dieter’s attention shifted from the encroaching heart-devouring pestilence that threatened to surround him. His gaze momentarily lingering upon Gula, who’s silhouette moved back in forth a frenzied state. Of course, there was a bit of wasted movement, but one couldn’t deny his fighting style was effective for mowing down hordes of enemies. For a fraction of a second, he felt their gazes met, the same instance that Gula had mimicked his casting and blessed himself with Haste .
A discontent sigh slipped from between his lips as the Dark Knight surged forward. His blade arced out with such ferocity that it visibly displaced the air. However, he didn’t seem to rely solely on his brutish strength, no, Dieter’s left hand contained yet another spiraling pyroclasm – albeit it’s color was a notably softer hue. His hand closed around the conjured Fira , this time sending the flames arcing outwards in a string of exploding fire balls that knocked back a number of the smaller drone-like heartless. Before they could recover, they’d find that death was upon them in the form of Dieter’s blade plunging through their backs of cleaving through their midsection.
His rampage ceased when his heightened senses picked up on the distress sound of a child crying and pleading for their mother. His blood pressure skyrocketed as his head swiveled in that direction, he saw a mother with her arms pressed against the wall, her body acting as a shield for her child – she wouldn’t last much longer. Dieter’s eyes fluttered softly shut as he’d awakened the slumbering darkness kept suppressed within. In the instance, the seal that kept it at bay was shattered, allowing its’ influence to warp his visage. One could hear the sound of his bones as they’d lengthened, stretching the skin so thin that it tore. One could also notice that four-pointed star on his forehead, the manifest of his soul – it was ironically framed by his antler-like protrusions.
When his eyes fluttered open again, gone was the lackluster jade, it’d been replaced by a heart stopping iridescent yellow. With his transformation, he surged forward, his left hand now armed with blackened talons that cleaved into the heartless as he’d sped past. In what felt like an instance, he’d buffeted aside the Heartless assailing the woman and had now placed himself in between them – a rampart for the weak and feeble. He heard the woman’s weakened muttered thanks, unable to respond before the Heartless stormed forward.
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"...heeeelllp..."
Gula kept fighting through the swarm, amazed at how many had swarmed to his location in so little time. Gula deduced that both the creature that joined him and his keyblade were the causes. Luckily, he seemed to see a light at the end of the tunnel. The swarm was beginning to taper off, though not enough to make Gula consider that they were approaching victory. Exhaustion was creeping up on him and he tried his best to not waver in his resolve. His vow... his vow to end this pain and misery for everyone was still fresh in his mind. Gula kept fighting his hardest, keeping an eye on the other fighter in case he had any ideas about stabbing him in the back.
"...Heeeelllp"
Gula suddenly heard something. What was it? It was faint but he swore he wasn't hearing things. His heart was pounding in his chest. He could feel the adrenaline in his body as it pumped through him. Gula had been so focused on the Heartless and the other fighter that he hadn't given heed to much else. He had assumed everyone had been evacuated, but perhaps the guards missed one? Gula frantically searched the area but his momentary lapse in focus cost him. A large body had managed to appear behind him and slammed Gula its giant fist. It sent Gula flying, skipping him across the ground until he slid to a stop. The punch hurt quite a bit, nearly knocking the wind out of him. Gula tried to get to his feet, but pain and exhaustion had taken a firm hold on him. He had been out of practice for longer than he had thought, if he was this weak.
"Heeeeeeeelp!"
Gula looked up to see the Heartless advancing towards him. His Keyblade was stuck in the ground a few feet in front of him. Then he saw them. A mother and child, cowering before the monsters that threaten to destroy them both. He also saw the fighter, now shifted to some demonic figure, protecting them with his body and sword. Gula could only marvel at this display of compassion from so dark a Heart. What WAS this guy? Gula raised himself, slowly, to his feet. Whatever this warrior was, Gula didn't trust him. He had seen the damage Darkness could do and that... whatever it was was too close to those innocent people for his liking. Even if he had the best intentions, this warrior couldn't last forever. Besides, his vow was to protect the people of these fractured worlds. It'd be real hypocritical of him if he just let this one die. Gula blinked to where the mother and child were, the Keyblade disappearing and reappearing in his hand. Gula took the mother by the arm and said, "Come with me, I'll get you past the barricade and to safety." The mother looked, very unsure, between Gula and the demonic warrior. Then, she held her child close to her and took Gula's hand in hers. She was stunned... why was a child risking his life to save hers? Gula led her to the barricade, slicing at the Heartless to and fro and protecting the two innocents with his own blade and body when he could.
Suddenly, magic flew through the air and hit more Heartless, creating a clear path through to the barricade. Gula looked up and the Galbadian SeeDs had joined in, apparently tired of waiting behind the barricade like cowards. They took the woman and child to safety. Gula, feeling somewhat relieved, turned around and faced the Heartless once more. Gula then passed his hand over his Keyblade, which soon became electrified, electricity arcing over the Keyblade. This made it much stronger as the Leopardos Union Leader dived into the fray again, front flipping over the Large Body that hurt him before and slicing him from behind. The swarm continued to taper off, now helped by the SeeDs' arrival and their magic.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on May 21, 2018 22:04:22 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| A solitary sigh of blissful relief slipped from between the Daemon’s contorted lips as the Leopard-masked youth warped to his side – his intentions to provide assistance abundantly clear. Dieter’s shoulders slipped backwards as he’d straightened his spine out, ignoring the ever-crashing waves of fresh agony that threatened to overtake his senses. None the less, it was that same pain that granted him unrivaled clarity. The movements came naturally as his blade arced outwards, a baleful miasma trickling from the length of his blade. When it’d connected with one of the larger Heartless, one could sense its’ distress as its’ body contorted and withered away into nothingness. All the meanwhile, the innumerable glancing blows that had riddled Dieter’s body began to knit themselves closed.
Dieter’s eyes narrowed into thin slits as threw himself unceremoniously to the side to avoid being caught up in the haphazardly fired magick. His lithe silhouette vanished into a nearby alley, his blood-slick back pressing flush against the rough brick. The Daemon Knight took those few precious seconds to gather his wit, forcing himself to take a few controlled deep breathes – effectively slowing the frenzied hammering of his heart. Alas, his break was short lived as a few of the Heartless swarmed the alley way he’d thrown himself, enticed by the seductive darkness that permeated his being. Without hesitation, his left hand shot backwards with enough force to push himself away from the brick.
His cumbersome blade was brought up across his chest, the flat portion of the blade facing the encroaching scourge. His lips curled upwards in a malicious manner as his left hand drifted backwards once more, this time one could see the radiant flames burning within his palm. With an almost lackadaisical demeanor, he’d dropped the potentially explosive orb to the ground. His eyes fluttered shut as he’d began to count backwards from ten, his stance widening as he’d anchored his feet to the ground. His hand returned to bracing the portion of his blade. When the orb connected with the ground, the kinetic force was utilized to propel him forward with the force a battering ram.
If the Heartless would have had bones, no doubt, they would have been pulverized from the sheer momentum generated. Dieter’s lips curved upwards as he’d once more found himself in the midst of the war-torn streets. He spared a fleeting glance over his shoulder to appraise the damage he’d done. Not only were a few heartless dissipating into nothingness, but one could see where his blade had left some gouges in the wall and smoldering embers decorated the ground.
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Hours had passed. The streets had finally settled down. The Heartless swarm had passed, thanks not only to the two heroes, but also the SeeD Reinforcements. However, once Gula had ensured that the Heartless had been taken care of, he immediately left before anyone could congratulate him. He wasn't here for the glory and the accolades. It was just something that had to be done. Unfortunately, that meant Dieter was left to be swarmed by the SeeDs, the Military and the citizens. Besides, there could be other Heartless roaming about. Gula ducked into an alley and when he was fairly sure no one was going to bother him, he slumped down and took a deep breath, trying to calm down from the fight. It had been long and arduous and he still felt the pain from his injuries. He cast a quick Curaga spell on his self to heal the vast majority of him, but no magic he had could help his exhaustion. It had been too long since he'd fought. Aced would probably say that he'd gone soft, the thought of which made Gula chuckle a little. It hadn't been too long ago that he found the Master and openly defied him by fighting the Darkness. He hoped the Master would understand why Gula did it, but... in his Heart he knew his crusade would probably end with him fighting the very people he once considered friends, even the Master himself. But then again, wasn't that what he wanted? To be punished for his failures? Sure seemed that way.
Gula looked up at the night sky, gazing at all the stars in the Heavens. Each one a world still alive, if not truly intact. It was a tall order to say, "I'm going to save all of them." But that's what Gula vowed to do. Save them or die trying. And he was not going to save them by sitting here and brood to himself. Gula used his Keyblade as a crutch to stand up, still a bit too fatigued to do it himself. That Dark one... who was he? Or to be more accurate, WHAT was he? Was he a native to this world? It was true that even Gula didn't know everything about every world, even with the Book of Prophecies' power. But even that one seemed too strange. That darkness... and that fiery light... that being couldn't be human, could it? Gula went back out of the alley and looked for the warrior. Then he walked off towards a circular plaza, right in front of a grand arch. He was sure the monster would confront him. So, might as well find a big enough place to fight him in.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jul 17, 2018 23:58:15 GMT -5
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The Archdaemon’s lips remained set together in a firm, disapproving line, his nostrils flared outwards as he’d exhaled sharply. His right arm remained precariously draped across his left side, tenderly bracing one of his floating ribs – a suspected fracture caused by a Fat Body’s heavy-handed blows. Unfortunately, the ongoing war hadn’t permitted him a reprieve, a singular moment to weave together one of his curative swords arts – each attempt interrupted by foe and desperate friend alike. Now the once bustling war-torn city had lapsed into an unnatural silence, one that was frequently broke by the anguish-filled cries of survivors – mourning the precious loss of life.
Dieter pressed onwards, stumbling into a narrow lip of an alleyway, disappearing into its’ scantily illuminates corridors. Once he was freed from the entourage. Dieter’s right hand drifted from the injured rib to the sword strapped across his back, ignoring his bodies’ protest as he’d brandished it and plunged its’ tip into the ground. His eyes fluttering shut as he’d hastily mumbled memorized incantations, pleased by the subtle flux in ambient magick energies. The first wave of relief overtook him as shimmering rain droplets cascaded against his body, washing away encrusted blood, dried sweat, and the tension that lingered within battle-honed muscle. The next wave of released magick manifested itself as a glowing pentagram that spiraled outwards, its’ invigorating magick flowing upwards into his body. One could see that with each passing second, injured flesh knitted itself back together. In response to the new-found relief, Dieter took a particularly deep breathe in, pleased to find the absence of the debilitating pain that had plagued him only moments prior – it had been replaced with a tolerable ache. Without the distraction of pain, Dieter’s clarity had returned. His head upturned as his nostrils flared as he’d attempted to cipher through a plethora of scents – searching for one in particular. It didn’t take long for him to discern Gula’s scent from the rest. With a practiced motion, he resheathed his blade and made his way towards the Plaza.
“I assume, you were waiting for me?”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2018 11:20:25 GMT -5
"Hmph... Yeah, I was."
Gula sighed. It was time to put up or shut up. If he truly wished to fight the Darkness, he couldn't leave things be, not while such a creature was roaming the worlds. Such Darkness... it needed to be destroyed. However, the leopard-masked kid still had an inkling of doubt in him. Why did this man, so steeped in Darkness, fight against the Heartless? Were they not alike? It seemed incredibly odd to Gula, as the only dark beings he had really come across with the Darklings. Yet this was no mere Darkling. Perhaps this was why the Foreteller hadn't attacked yet. He hesitated for a moment. Then he pulled out his Keyblade, turned and pointed it at Dieter. He could still feel exhaustion creeping up on him and threatening to overtake him. He was breathing a little hard, so he tried to regulate it. He couldn't let this person see weakness in him. Gula had to figure out why this man was here and what he was planning to do.
"Who are you and what are you doing on this world?" Gula asked, though it sounded more like a demand than anything else. Tension filled the air as Gula waited for an answer. He could practically feel the silence that overtook the area after Gula asked his question. The silence was punctuated, very faintly, by the cries of despair. It would seem, even when fighting off a monstrous horde of Heartless, there were still casualties. One day, Gula wouldn't have to hear that anymore. He was just unsure how that result would come to be. As Gula observed his potential opponent, he noticed that Dieter seemed to be doing just fine. There were very little wounds on his person and he didn't seem exhausted, though whether this was true or he was just hiding his true condition remained to be seen.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jul 21, 2018 20:06:59 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
| The Archdaemon right arm twitched, his alabaster fingers visibly trembled as he’d actively resisted the urge to brandish his blade – Gula’s demeanor and defensive posturing triggered his battle-honed instincts. To keep himself in check, Dieter reluctantly draped his left arm across his chest, his left hand gripping his bicep with a vice-like grip. When Gula deemed it appropriate to respond to his inquiry, the Dark Knight took a singular step in the Leopard-masked youth’s direction. So young and childish, acting as if he carries himself like he bears the weight of the world upon his shoulders. Dieter mused internally, undeniably curious about the burdens that the youth had taken upon himself to shoulder.
Dieter’s lackluster verdant eyes narrowed into thin slits, his pupils contracting in a serpentine manner as Gula drew and leveled his blade. Even with the distance between them, Dieter’s sharpened senses picked up on Gula’s slightly labored breathing and his passable efforts to regulate it. Clever, an admirable front. The Daemon admitted, mildly impressed by the youth’s foresight, he understood that even the perception of weakness upon the battlefield was an iridous sin. Dieter’s head craned backwards, his attention shifting to the smoke-tainted skies above, silently searching for a glimmer of starlight through the thick smog. Even when Gula’s demanded answers, the Dark Knight’s attention remained shifted skyward.
A few tense seconds ticked by, a reluctant sigh slipped from between his lips as his attention shifted back to the youth. The Dark Knight shoulder visibly sagged, his expression mildly pain when the symphony composed of cries of desperation, despair, and loss bombarded him. These creatures truly are a blight, their corruption tainting everything they touch . Dieter surmised, his gaze settling upon Gula, a handful of measured steps taken in his direction.
“My name, I am Dieter Wolfram, how I came to be here? I was ambushed during a hunt to rescue children… Two mages ambushed me… I drifted through the darkness for what felt like an eternity… until I found myself here..” Dieter replied, his tone clipped, an indication that he’d already begun to tire of this metaphorical game of cat and mouse.
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Gula's doubts were truly hard to suppress. This being, whatever it was, emanated such an oppressive darkness. Yet, Gula just couldn't sense any hostile intent from it. Gula's senses had been honed from years of fighting, both Heartless and other Keyblade Wielders. Even among the Foretellers, he was something of a passive observer. Unfortunately, that had cost him dearly. Still, it wasn't without its benefits. But even that was to no avail. This being was powerful enough to give Gula trouble on a good day. The Leopardos Union Leader instinctively took a step back, away from the approaching creature. However, at the very least it introduced himself and its story was plausible enough at least. It wasn't the first time he'd seen someone stranded on another world due to the machinations of others. Gula lowered his weapon, letting the tip touch the ground. He kept trying to regulate his breathing, but it was getting harder to do so by the minute. While Gula had lowered his Keyblade, he kept his guard up and his senses attuned. He had a feeling that if he let it drop for a second, it would be the end of him. Gula kept his gaze on Dieter.
"The Darkness you drifted through... you exude that same Darkness. In fact, I've felt neither a Darkness nor a light as strong as yours. You... You're not quite human, are you, Dieter?" A bit rude to ask, for sure, but Gula wasn't exactly the mannerly type at the moment. "And yet, you helped those people. You helped me fight the Heartless. To me, you're quite the enigma." Gula smirked a bit. "At least you're an enigma that doesn't put on the act of a goofball." The Foreteller took a deep breath, the pain in his ribs reminding him that his Curaga didn't heal all his wounds. He couldn't fight Dieter even if he wanted to. "If I may, what world are you from and is it also infected with the Heartless? Or has it, too, been swallowed by those miserable creatures?" If there was still a chance... Perhaps he could pay a visit.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Aug 4, 2018 1:42:11 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"] ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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“ Those whom bear the title of a Dark Knight, we’ve offered a portion of ourselves to the Darkess in order to manifest its’ might. Alas, it comes at a steep price, we must constantly keep it in check, otherwise, it will run wild and consume us – reducing us into little more than a puppet for its’ whim.”
The Dark Knight professed, his lackluster verdant eyes fixated upon Gula as brought his blade down, its’ tip tentatively resting upon the ground. In response to Gula’s inquiry regarding his origins, Dieter affirmed the Foreteller’s insightful suspicion with a dismissive nod – preferring not to further elaborate on that matter. Why had his actions surprised the Keyblader? Did he presume because their races differed that Dieter believed that their lives held less value than his own kind? No, Lord Belias’ had often preached about the value of one’s life, scolding him frequently for his apparent disregard for his own. His mentality had initially been drastically warped by his uprising, seldom knowing peace and nearly constantly engaged in a struggle for supremacy.
“Each life has value, albeit, it differs from individual… besides, children are innocent of their parent’s sins.”
Dieter replied cryptically as the Leopard-masked youth smirked, his next statement slightly contradicting his previous actions.
“I am from two worlds, they exist as parallel to one another, separated by an invisible divide, the Empyreal Plain and Ivalice. They’ve made their presence known, often times taking refuge near the impovert-stricken areas, however, they don’t thrive… My comrades and I haven’t managed to capture one alive for our Researcher to study.” Dieter dejectedly admitted, frustration evident in his voice – their ability to become one with the surrounding shadows made capture virtually impossible. Not to mention, if they were cut down, their bodies dissipated into nothing but motes of darkness drifting haphazardly through the wind – periodically they’d released a pulsating, heart-shaped mass. Whenever Dieter had tried to interact with that mass, it’d just passed harmlessly through his fingers, drifting along for a bit before it’d disappeared into nothingness – where did it go through?
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