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Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2017 9:29:56 GMT -5
In all his travels, even those before the war, Morne had never seen anything like this.
This world was, without a doubt, very close to the realm of Darkness. In a way, it was the opposite to Twilight Town. That world was one of peace, a cradle for a flourishing civilization overflowing with life. Instead, these eery lands were littered with the tombstones of those gone, each casting its vicious curse like an inescapable shadow, looming over him with the ever-present threat of swallowing him in one swift gulp.
In fact, even plant life had seemingly succumbed to the vile influence, withering away into dust that blew in the wind along the naked soil, a wind so cold it could freeze the blood in your veins... If the creatures skulking in the dark didn't do so first.
Heartless, the vermin were everywhere at the turn of every corner each more horrifically distorted than the last, waiting to snag the heart of any and all poor souls foolish enough to wander in here. "Is this what will become of our worlds, should they remain drifting further and further apart?", Morne asked himself. He had expected to find places under the influence of darkness, he even knew that surely many had been lost to it, never to be seen again... But this was something different. Darkness had taken root here, festering like an abhorrent tumor that had grown and grown until whatever this world had been once was lost to memory. Now it was just a celebration of death, that of men and that of their hopes and dreams
Morne had renounced to his duty and fate as a wielder, but before this wretchedness there was only one thing to be done. In the name of compassion, this world had to be purged so that its dignity may be restored.
And so, he wandered out of the graveyard and into the town weapon in hand as he mercilessly slew any heartless that dared appear before him, cold determination filled his eyes as he repeated the motions he had enacted so long ago, when he would do this to try and drive the darkness away day after day. He had thought he might not be able to do it after so long, but his body responded like a well-tuned slaughter machine as he plunged into the fray of battle without a second of hesitation, light slashing through the hordes like they were butter.
He didn't quite know how to feel about this. On one hand, he wasn't defenseless in this perilous journey through hostile territory, on the other... He never had wanted to be a like this, a tool of war. But, over all of it the truth was simpler than these moral dilemas his head assaulted him with. Because, no matter how deep within his heart he reached, he felt nothing either way, plain and simple.
Was it that he'd gone bitter and cynical?, had he finally lost the ability to care after so long?, back on the battlefield there had been many wielders like that who had shut down their emotions, be it to endure grief or because they had been broken. They could hardly be blamed for it, as it answered to their need, their desire to survive. But Morne hardly was like that, should he be finally broken, he'd make sure to use it to press on towards the heart of darkness and gouge it out with his own two hands. At least that way the struggle would have a point.
Eventually he arrived at a plaza sporting a guillotine, just as macabre as the rest of this world. on it, he saw yet another of the creatures, though this one was unique in that it may be the ugliest one yet, with its bloated form, ridiculously tall top hat and the callous imitation of emotion on its face, of which it had two opposite of eachother so that it was hard to tell which was actually the real one. No matter though, it would perish at his hand like the rest of its brethren.
arching his arm backwards, he hurled the giant, key shaped arrow at the thing, which only just noticed him, turning his horrific face towards him as he shrieked in terror.
"... Yes, you best be scared, fiend".
OoC: Basically, Morne attacks the mayor of Halloween Town.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2017 19:59:07 GMT -5
In all the years Scortio had either been training under Pyre or living his life as Master of the Hellfire Keyblade, he'd never witnessed a world like this. Sure, he'd heard that they keyblade had the power to alter one's appearance to fit a world, but he'd never had the chance to witness it with his own eyes...until now.
Scortio stepped out from his own light created corridor to see his appearance had taken on quite a dramatic turn. He had on a partial headpiece that looked as if he were adorned with a pair of goat horns, and his skin had taken on a slight reddish hue. His clothes, meanwhile, all looked as if they were faded from years of use. He noticed his hands now had a slight claw like appearance and he had a bit of an overbite and had two sharp teeth hanging down from his mouth. Neat!
"Well hot damn! Pyre told me some worlds would do this to me, but never thought I'd see it happen!"
After a quick once over to see the somewhat impressive new design, he walked down the hill and took a look at his surroundings. It was a weird hill that had kinda curled at the tip, and around it were several tombstones. This was a pretty dark looking world, but it definitely wasn't to be judged by its cover.
The hot headed keybearer took a leisurely pace as he began to wander around, looking for signs of life from the spooky world. His walk eventually took him to a cobbled stone path, after walking though small graveyard after graveyard. He followed the path until he rounded the corner and took a second to take in the scene. A fountain was in the process of spewing a green liquid, a large guillotine sat out as if public executions were common here, and he was pretty sure he just saw a being lift its head from its shoulders to scratch between his shoulder blades. Definitely an odd world, but these weren't Heartless.
Finally, his eyes settled on commotion when he saw and arrow launch at an unsuspected short and stubby man with two faces.
"Please don't hurt me! I'm only an elected official! I don't know what to do!"
That was all Scortio needed to hop into action. A small red blaze burst out from his right hand as he immediately launched his key at the attacker. The key began to spin at high speeds and lit itself on fire as it took on a Fire Raid towards the mysterious assailant.
"Hey! Why don't you attack somethin' that'll fight back! I don't care if ya are a woman, I'll still beat ya!"
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2017 19:14:16 GMT -5
The key arrow cut through the air, ready to bring judgement on its poor, confused target. A few centimeters more and it would be over.
However, at the last second Morne caught a glimmer with the corner of his eye, in a second he threw a guard up, summoning back the weapon to his hand. The arrow disappeared in a shower golden of flaring wisps that harmlessly splashed against the Mayor's faces, "ACK!!, I've been blinded!, Someone please call Jack!, He'll know what to do!", in a daze, he scurried away, making his escape. Or at least an attempt at it as he promptly crashed against the gate to Jack's house, which's defense mechanism promptly flung open, sending him flying into the fountain, where he passed out. Nevermind that though, he was safe because he totally could breath underwater.
The giant arrow came to Morne's hand just in time to help him block the oncoming projectile, steel clashed forcefully, filling the plaza with its sharp song, gathering his strength, Morne pushed back against the surprise attack and deflected it away, but not without some minor burns and sending him back as well in a gracious leap that landed him atop the guillotine presiding the plaza, for a moment he stood there hunched over and spear in hand, ready to strike at any time. But he did nothing. He simply remained still, casting his shadow over scorpio as the moonlight fell on his back.
"A creature of darkness?... But this cannot be...", none of the heartless he had ever fought had been sentient, "Who are- No, what even are y-", it was at this moment when he got a clear view of the man's weapon.
"A keyblade", shock filled his voice, he had thought wielders and the very existence of the keyblade to have been wiped out with the war for Kingdom Hearts.
... But there was something else... He had seen this keyblade before, he was sure of it. It had been a long time ago in... the war?
Morne held his head with his left as a bang of pain coursed through him, somewhat staggering as the memories slowly started coming together. For a moment the stench of burning bodies came to him but his mind resisted him still.
"You", he pointed at Scortio with the arrowhead, still holding the left side of his head, "What's a wielder doing here, so close to the dark?, What union sent you here?, and what's most-".
He raised his hand towards the sky above, which answered his call sending four rays of brilliant light which materialized into yet four more Key Arrows around him "- Why would you stand in my way?".
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 1:01:21 GMT -5
Just as the mayor was about to get a new breathing hole, the assailant threw up her guard and called off the attack. Scortio knew immediately that this one had some skill, at least enough to defend herself against an attack like his fire raid. However, that wasn’t what he took from the encounter. He was more moved by the fact that she recognized a keyblade.
”Yeah, this here is the Hellfire key. An’ I’m gonna stop ya because I ain’t letting ya beat on that guy. If you reckon yer still gonna need to beat on a harmless citizen, then I’ll have ya beat on you a little bit.”
While this was a bit of a spooky world, it didn’t mean the people here were the darkness kind. Scortio had seen people in way more inviting worlds that were closer to the darkness than anyone here. Part of his training included six months of observation of various worlds. It was a training meant to teach the wielder to blend in on the various worlds, just in case any future conflicts required him to journey amongst the worlds.
He was actually on this world, and many more like it, on a mission. He needed to begin to train another to inherit his key. Scortio knew what kind of kid he wanted to bring to Trinity Towers. He needed someone who wasn’t going to give up and had an unquenching resolve. Hellfire wasn’t a key that belonged to a quitter and if Pyre was right it would be needed when the 2nd Keyblade War came about.
Scortio stepped forward to further confront the Heartless.
”I’m gonna give ya one last chance. Get the hell outta dodge or quit beatin’ on the locals. I’ll not be having’ ya bruise up a denizen of the this here light. Ain’t his fault he’s funny lookin’.”
As Scortio finished the small, squat little man hobbled off into the distance, yelling for someone called Jack. Hopefully it was someone who could protect him if he failed.
Scortio held his fiery key in hand, waiting for whoever this was to back down before he ‘beat the tar out of her.’
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2017 20:21:45 GMT -5
"You hardly scare me, wielder", said Morne as he let out a small chuckle, "My worth has been tested time and time again against men much greater than you'll ever come to be and I withstood every challenge. Meanwhile you are just a reckless fool, too innocent to know of the struggle, the suffering that runs deep in the fate of your kin", he had just met this man, but he clearly was the sort that wore his emotions on his sleeve, truly an open book for anyone to read, "You would probably just run straight to your death if it meant saving but one, innocent person, isn't that right?, I know because I've seen many like you, More than I could possibly count", lacing his fingers together, he muttered a prayer under breath as it was his custom before a clash, and as he did, his feet rose from the wooden structure to the air above, leaving him floating in midair, surrounded by golden arrows.
"... So consider this my own final warning, as long as you wield the keyblade, your destiny shall bear its curse and both you and everything you hold dear will crumble to dust and be lost forever... Just like it happened to us", Morne's voice faltered at the end with something resembling of sorrow but not quite. Beyond his personal tragedy, so many bright-eyed hero wannabes with more heart than common sense just like this one had lost it all. He very much doubted Scortio would be any different. "If you think I'm wrong, then show me. Show me every bit of your conviction, your drive to survive".
Now, Morne was no fool, he already realized he'd very much screwed up with that one guy. As such, this whole confrontation was pointless and he might as well up and leave by this point or at the very least, continue with the whole cleansing thing elsewhere outside the town where the heartless situation was very much as grim as he had thought. Still, he couldn't help himself but to egg Scortio on, to try and push him over the edge and into battle. In a way, he did it because he wanted to see exactly what sort of man stood before him, to satisfy his curiosity and see what the keyblade masters of this day and age were made of and if they were any better than their precursors.
"But know this, should you fight me...", his eyes looked straight at Scortio's, cold as ice, "... I shall teach you the true meaning of fear".
It was a promise, one to wring out Scortio and his heart for all they were worth, so that he may witness the true self that emerged only on the brink of the abyss.
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OoC: for the purpose of the likely imminent battle consider this post's actions a triple Prayer buff. Also, Morne's a Nobody, not a heartless. Just because you said otherwise in your post and etc.
Ability: Prayer Type: Support Duration: N/A Charge: Instantaneous Cooldown: N/A Effect: Morne gains 1 Faith counter, his next attack deals 10% more damage. If Morne hits an enemy within the present round, he gains two additional Faith counters at the beginning of next round.
Faith: 3, HP: 96%
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Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2017 21:04:52 GMT -5
Hellfire was not the most famous key from the wars, so Scortio had heard, but it was known for one thing: a relentless, unyielding passion that it’s original wielder had carried into battle. Time had forgotten the name of that master, or the master who followed him, but the legacy of the key had remained. Scortio spent a large amount of his time training learning of many of the most famous keys that now stood without light, plucked into the earth of the graveyard. He’d heard of Starshine, Deepstroke, Gigas Shield, and Rapture. The legacies of each were much grander than his, but his still had a shine. Scortio’s key, Hellfire, still had an immense passion that carried it from battle to battle.
Here, this possible opposition had threatened and actually assaulted the denizens of this world. However, something stopped Scortio this time. He listened to Morne’s monologue long enough to catch a clue. It may have sounded crazy, but Morne may have been a wielder herself. He caught something that may have been remorse in her voice as she talked of the key he carried. She spoke of losing everything he held dear...because it had happened to her.
”Ya know, you got me pegged perdy darn well, but just because I’m willin’ to defend this here fella doesn’t mean I’m itchin’ fer a fight. For th’ most part, I’ll avoid it when I can. Wait...you used ta have a key? Damn. Then why’d ya attack someone like tha’? He didn’t do nuthin ya deserve it. Wielders of the keyblades are ‘sposed to preserve the light and stuff. Ain’t yer ticker pointing ya in the right direction?”
In another flash of bright red flame, Scortio released his keyblade, taking it away from the field. Part of him was keeping this civil so that anyone else around could escape the scene, and part of him was now generally interested in the person in front of him. It could be she thought he was a mindless Hearltless like the ones outside of town, but he couldn’t be sure.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2017 14:38:36 GMT -5
"... Bold, are we?", said Morne, his arrows still ready to strike on cue, "Not only do you unarm yourself in the face of dire peril, trusting in my good will to do the same, but you have the gall to admonish me at that".
Then, there was a flash and he was gone. But he wasn't, instead he appeared at ground level crouching next to Scortio to get under his guard, his arm gripping the shaft of the lance-like weapon, which he sent in an upward thrust as if to impale him by the throat. The steel came to a halt as it pressed against his jugular, drawing a small trickle of blood.
Morne looked at Scortio dead in the eye so that he could see it for himself. How he was completely calm, how completely devoid of mercy his gaze was. For better or worse, these were the ruthless eyes of a warrior. He would not doubt, he would not miss.
For a moment, he remained completely still, not did a muscle dare twitch or tremble. Then, out of nowhere, he smiled a strange, sad smile and pulled away from the man. "... You, tremendous stupid fool. It seems you still have some innocence within you. Never loose sight of it, for if you may be a fool, we are adrift at sea".
His weapons faded as he turned his back on Scortio, towards the the huge moon of Halloween Town, dominating all the realm from above. It was curious how much it reminded him of Kingdom Hearts. In a way, this world was not so different from the Keyblade Graveyard "I may not know where my heart will lead me, if it'll keep me afloat or sink, but in it I hold a dream of days promised and yet to come. If the Foretellers abandoned us, it shall be my mission to build that reality myself. It is a dream I cannot abandon. I'll see it through, I cannot die until I do", he extended his hand towards the moon, attempting to grasp it, "But I simply cannot reach it as it is. I must travel, I must meet people. I must find the means to my ends".
He turned his head back for a second to look at Scortio, "Also that thing about almost killing that poor sod was an honest mistake, I pinky swear".
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2017 0:00:00 GMT -5
He knew there should be fear in him at the moment, but that just wasn't the case. The assailant chastised him for lowering his guard, and dashed forward to put a blade at Scortio's throat. Scortio had lowered his guard, because he no longer saw the need for combat. This man wasn't going to attack unless threatened, and the small denizen had already escaped behind a nearby gated house. Scortio knew he should have fear in his eyes at the very apparent power play, but instead he only felt anxious. The part of him that saw fighting as an addictive substance roared in triumph, but he kept his head level. His eyes, instead of showing fear, showed his eagerness, but his mind kept him in check.
"I dunno if I'd really call it innocence. I've kinda been taught ta read people a little bit. Not really picking up a murderin' vibe from ya. My master taught me to read people and l picked it perdy well."
As the mysterious man released his hold on Scortio, he instinctively rubbed the area and smirked. Again, he'd read that the man wouldn't start anything, at least not yet, but that didn't stop the feeling that he was slightly let down by the relaxed demeanor or this guy. Scortio could tell that he'd seen some nasty events in his past. He had that look in his eyes, a scarred look that easily highlights the unfortunate signs of a battle hardened fighter.
"Ya know, I gots to ask...how long's it been since ya lost 'em? I can tell ya 've lost someone, and its been long enough that you've partially moved on, but it still weighs heavy. I tell ya 'gain, ya can tell a lot about a man from them eyes."
Scortio walked over to the edge of the steps leading down to the weird, green, gargoyle fountain-thing and sat at the top step. It wasn't really an invite, but he wasn't going to turn the man down either. A lot of times it helps to talk about loss from time to time, and Scortio knew that. He hadn't lost anyone to combat himself, but he'd seen those same eyes in his master before. His master had fought a dark keybearer in the years past and it had taken the life of many close to him. He had always told Scortio that the look in a persons eyes rarely changes, and when it does it means something bad has happened.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 18, 2017 16:04:58 GMT -5
"Oh, but I'm a murderer. Almost did it again too, had it not been for you", replied Morne "Once there's blood on your hands, no matter the reason why you spilled it, it marks you. You can never take back what you've done and the way you see human life changes forever", he observed the palm of his armored hand, clenching it into a fist. "And because I was at the top of my peers, I survived long enough to see death and deliver it to many. If a killer is stained with blood for his sins, I've dived deep into it. It has dyed my very soul with the telltale red and so the reaper shall follow wherever I tread".
"I can tell you've known battle. But I also can tell you've yet to take someone's life. Here's my advice to you: don't. A life of peace that achieves nothing but itself is a life much better lived than one engaged in a vortex of wanton destruction, no matter how lofty your cause or righteous your fury are", there had been a time when his own heart had been seized by anger, and what did he achieve?, Nothing but dead bodies, piling up one after the other far beyond what he had imagine possible. It was then when he realized he had committed an unspeakable crime, trying to pass judgement over man in the place of god.
And he could do nothing about it. He could rage, try to punish himself, beg for forgiveness or try to reach redemption but it would all be for naught. The only thing left for him was live with the consequences of his acts and follow through with his choices to the end. It was his path, which he built step by step, and it had to be walked to the very end. It was a good thing that the pain was gone. Maybe, just maybe, he would endure.
Next, the warrior made an educated guess about a past that was indeed filled with loss "I'm nothing special in that regard. We all lost people and lost ourselves until all was lost and none remained. In a way, the first to fall were blessed" his tone was remained neutral, though there was a weariness to his voice "Funny thing is, I don't know how long it has actually been. Might be decades, might be centuries, who knows?, It sounds like a cheap excuse out of a paperback novella, but I can remember then and now, the in between is a mystery. Will probably always be".
"... But if I'm here, who's to say they are not?", he looked up into the sky wishfully, "I know its hopeless, that the place they ended up is one you can't get back from, that is why I shall honor their memory. Maybe when my work is done, they'll be able to rest. Maybe, I'll be able too, even if it is in the arms of the angels... Not that I would deserve that much".
"But you were saying you have a master?, I would like to meet this person", he walked up to Scortio, he was very much interested in how the wielders had persevered even after the war, and what they had come to. Had the unions found succesors with hundreds, thousands of warriors even or was it different now?, Morne suspected that the world coming apart had caused them to be separate from one another, making it difficult to make large groups come together... But he still wanted to see for himself. "To be honest, I know little of the world around me. You saw for yourself how I almost killed again because of it. I can manage on my own, but i don't want unnecessary carnage paving my way. To know more about this world, about this time, would be to bring less hurt to it".
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2017 21:01:30 GMT -5
The guy in front of Scortio had a pretty twisted way of thinking, at least in the red-headed keybearer's point of view. He saw himself as a dark creature capable of naught but destruction, but Scortio saw something else. He saw someone who was trying to repent for sins of the past, and was probably being harder on himself than he should. Scortio simply shook his head in disbelief as he called himself a killer and a murderer. Once again, he saw a lot in this guy's eyes, but it wasn't the eyes of a killer. These weren't necessarily the eyes of someone bent on destruction, but he knew they weren't innocent either. No doubt about it, this guy had done something nasty, but he was definitely torturing himself.
Then he continued on about Scortio's master. Pyre was Scortio's master and closest friend. Hell, for most of his life, it was really the only person he could look up to. He had a family, but he hadn't really seen them since he was little due to the rigorous training Pyre had put him through. He was small enough then that he didn't even know how to get to his homeworld anymore, nor did even know what it was called. Maybe, eventually, he would return there, but that was for him to worry about later.
"Pyre's kinda stern, and really a no nonsense kinda guy. He's a good man...got a level head on his shoulders. Truth be told, I ain't really seent him a bit. He went off and started doin his own thing a few years ago, after I passed the Mark of Mastery."
Scortio stood up and dusted himself off from the dirty cement stairs by quickly using his hand to brush his behind off. In a fiery flare Hellfire reappeared in his hand.
"Ya know, if it weren't fer him, I wouldn't 've got ol' Hellfire here. I guess this key goes all the way back to the big ass Keyblade War."
He stood there, admiring his key, awaiting a response from the strange man in front of him. He could tell from the other guy's reaction that he was at least vaguely familiar with the keyblade, so he wasn't as secretive about the keyblade as he should be. Apparently, the wielder of Hellfire during the war was a great fighter. He led two brothers in a massive battle against a group of ten keybladers and the three of them came out on top. Of course, nearly everyone at the Keyblade Graveyard perished, but there was a group that managed to get away to safety just in time. This group was the original wielder of Hellfire, Diamond Dust, and Judgement Bolt.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2017 14:12:39 GMT -5
"So it is. A shame, really" answered Morne. The information would have been very valuable to him, but he'd have to do with what he had. However this might have been a blessing in disguise, since it meant he stood before a certified master of the keyblade, and as such, a heir to the long withstanding traditions of the bearers and their secrets.
... Secrets such as the origin of this key, that the man held before him. Morne had seen before it, he knew he had. His expression only grew grimmer and grimmer as he observed it, but how did the mangled tale of his memory go?...
"... It was... Three brothers... My... Platoon...".
A momentary daze hit him, staggering backwards, he held his temple with his left. But somehow, his hand wouldn't stop shivering. How strange, it would not stop... But why?, he tightened his fingers into a fist to try and keep it together, but the steel of his own gauntlet started creaking with the pressure. It was like his whole body was burning, trying to feel an emotion it could not feel.
"... There are others, am I riGht?... WielDers... With elEmenTal bLadessss...".
Morne didn't look so good, he had gotten paler all of a sudden and his tone was... Breaking?... No, not quite... it was more akin to a distortion in his voice. "... THey muST be stoPPeD. GATher oUR Best mEn and GO", Morne laid his hand on Scortio´s shoulder as he spoke, his grip was ridiculously strong!, "... as your CapTAinnn I ORDer youu, holD THTHTHem baCk UNtiL I ArrIvE...", Morne looked at Scortio, but he couldn't see him. His expression was vacant and no longer did he look like a person, but rather an automaton imitating the motions of one, "... You muST make sUre to KEep them saFe in my STead..."
He stopped moving. Completely. He didn't shiver anymore. Nor did he blink or even breath, he just stood there, as if frozen in time as he stared into infinity. From within, he radiated an emptiness vast and deep as the ocean that threatened to swallow even the brilliant light the warrior still bore.
And he would not let go. If anything his hold had only gotten tighter and tighter to the point he might seriously injure Scortio.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2017 16:56:12 GMT -5
What in the world was going on here? Scortio had just been talking to the strange man in a creepy world, but something happened and he suddenly started mumbling. All he had done was summoned his key, and the guy started mumbling something about three brothers and a platoon. What the hell was he going on about? It was almost as if the sight of his key had triggered something in him as if he suffered from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
The strange man put his hand on Scortio's shoulder, and, as he did, asked if there were others with elemental blades. However, as he did, his voice began to change as if something were possessing him. How in the world did he know about Diamond Dust and Judgement Bolt? He'd barely began to talk about Hellfire and this guy just starts flipping out.
"Listen man, the hell you talkin' 'bout? Yeah, there's that there Diamond Dust and Judgement Bolt keys, but how the name of all tha's holy did ya know tha' one?"
Scortio wanted to wince at the strength of his grip, but he held it off as the strange voice continued. He mentioned something about holding them off until he arrived. He was now slurring his words, and it was is if something else had taken control of his body. The hotheaded keyblade master now held his key firmly in his grasp. Combat may be necessary if he continued to get any further aggression, but Scortio was still exercising caution at the moment.
"Hey! Yer gonna have ta' lighten yer grip. I'm warnin' ya, BACK OFF!"
He knew something unnatural was going on so he let his senses take over. Was it darkness controlling him? He noticed something strange: there was no trace of darkness or light within this man. In fact it was oddly familiar to the strange man he'd fought in the empty castle, Xemnas. It was like he shouldn't exist at all. What in the hell was going on here?
"Yer one of them there nothing people! I fought one of you guys at a castle!"
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2017 12:32:11 GMT -5
"..." Words could not reach Morne. Instead he blinked twice, slowly, as his grip softened and he staggered, falling to his knees. His head hung down limp."... Grant us peace..."A little sound emerged from his mouth, it was barely audible, but if you listened closer, there was more"MotherofHeartsstandbyoursideinthetimeofFate" "ProtectusfromthosewhodChainusdowninMisery" "AndtakeusAwayintheDaysofSorrowanduntoEndTimes".Morne's lips moved at blistering speeds, emitting what was but a murmur but still resonated in the deathly silence of the plaza. The feeling of Nothingness was rapidly encroaching upon them, like a festering disease that clogged the air with its dreadful pressence. It was so dense that the couple feet that separated the two might as well have been an endless abyss."ShrouduswiththeNightsothatwemaybecomePure" "ToReturntotheWomboftheWorldandknowRestinourUndoing" "SothatwemaySailwiththeWingsofthecomingDawn".Next, as if taken hold by an unseen force, Morne's body rose to the air, laying back just as inert as before. His face was filled with a great, unwavering serenity, as if he was in deep sleep."WeshallbeyourSeedsofLightandreachallthereistobeknown" "AndBirthavastGardenoutofthebarrensoilofCreation" "SoGrantusPeaceofMindandPeaceofHeart" "TodancetheDanceofEternalMotion".Then, it happened. As soon as his words met their end, Morne's eyes shot open as he sharply inhaled, his face instantly warping into an expression of absolute horror while his body tensed up and a lone arrow-key appeared above him.Blinding flashes started going off non-stop all around the two. There were many warriors capable of manipulating light to their ends, but this was something different altogether... Light was miraculously coming into existence out of the void itself in its purest, unsullied form, cascading all around the town and dispersing the dark as it gathered around Morne's body, and so, Morne's power visibly rose like a wild beast, generating an aura of absolute white that stretched to the weapon above, enveloping it.The metal started warping, howling as it did from the sheer tension. Soon, it took the likeness of a keyblade, albeit far more unrefined. Really, it was barely anything more than a chunk of metal, full of jagged edges and just as misshapen as the husk of a man that had created it was within.Then the brightness ceased and it all calmed down. Morne descended to the ground ten feet away from Scortio and so did the blade, that came to rest on his hand.For a moment he just stood there, slack-jawed and staring not at, but through Scortio. Truly like a doll, rather than a man."... Why?... Why would you do this?... Do you have no mercy in your hearts for your fellow man?, Would you just trample over us all so that you get what you want?"
The droning voice went on, as it repeated lifelessly words that long ago had been filled to the brim with emotion."My name is Morne Caelis of Unicornis, Lady Sophia's sworn blade and now, your executioner..."
"... And you cannot tread on me". And with that, his face disappeared. In a matter of seconds, skin grew over his eyes, his mouth as all of his features sunk into the flesh and vanished, leaving behind nothing but a blank.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 21, 2017 18:47:32 GMT -5
Things had gotten weird real quick. Scortio wasn't really sure what to do. The nothing man had started to chant something to himself, but the burning keybearer couldn't quite make out what it was.
"Uh...what tha hell's goin' on here?"
Scortio subconsciously stepped backwards staring at the man as his arrow thingies turned...was that a keyblade? Was this guy a keyblader too? How on earth... That didn't seem like a normal keyblade transformation. It was..unnatural.
There was a more pressing matter. This guy was freaking out and Scortio had a decision to make. He would either half to put this guy down for awhile, or let it run its course and confront him later. All of the innocent bystanders were out of the area and he couldn't hear anything aside from the noises they were making. Therefore, he had nobody else to worry about.
"The hell is he goin' on about?"
Scortio wasn't scared of the man. It was nothing like that, but he knew that this man's blind freakout was going to end up in him attacking Scortio. Something triggered this psychological...and physical? transformation and all he could hear was Pyre's teachings. Pyre told him time after time not to be a dumbass and rush in blindly when the situation changed. Usually, Scortio ignored it, but somehow he had the feeling he should get the hell out of dodge for awhile and give this guy a shout in the future. It was probably due to the face that the dude's freaking eyes merged in and disappeared off his damn face. What the hell?!
Scortio opened a corridor of light behind himself.
"Listen, yer gonna have to calm the hell down...I'm gonna let ya stew fer awhile."
With that Scortio stepped backwards into the light, closing the doorway behind him. His last sight was the strange face of the nothing man and the twisted key-arrow thing.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2018 13:46:40 GMT -5
Without skipping a beat, Morne launched himself towards Scortio, delivering a merciless blow that cracked the stone floor below... But to no avail, his opponent had run away into a corridor of light, reminiscent of his own magic. For a moment he remained immobile, having lost track of his target.
Yet it wasn't for long, letting out a blood-curling howl, he was soon back to shambling through the streets of Halloween Town, searching for something, be it man or beast, to savagely brutalize.
He would never realize how much of a monster he truly was. Not this night of hunt.
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