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Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2018 7:07:21 GMT -5
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He watched a group of people seeming to be having trouble with a rich-group of men that had walked down the street, the look on their faces telling him all he needed to know. It was a fight of the poor and rich going on, not sure however, who started it. Seemed to be something completely normal here, because no one really stopped to bother or get involved on both sides. Tsk.. disgusting, really.
Moving his hand upwards before his face, the palm pointed to the sky, a few petals would start to form around him, a flower blooming in his palm, floating over his skin. This world held beauty, but this city.. disgusted him to no end. Maybe he should do something about it and get rid of these creatures. The flower in his hand desolved,it's petals floating up, suddenly changing and becoming a bright projectile of pink-colored light. Slowly, his hand would move down, aiming at the arguing party.
"Hmpf.... show me you are worth something.. don't you?"
With that, he would flick his hand, the lasers shooting out, directly in the groups direction, taking out four of them with one shower. The other two were able to get out of the way, seemingly horrified by what had just happened out of the blue. Lauriam had hit both parties, not caring if he shot rich or poor at this point. Those remaining seemed completely in panic, getting to their feet and running just like all the others on the street that tried to take cover before they would be hit also.
"Is that all...? Pathetic."
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 13, 2018 9:00:17 GMT -5
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[attr="class","rhythm"]  ❝ I watch as they fade one by one
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Earlier that evening, the Dark Knight sat across from a vanity mirror, precariously pleating his flaxen tresses into an elaborate series of elegant braids. Why am I bothering with such frivolous formalities? , Helios’ Ambitions Righthand asked himself countless time as he’d stared at his own reflection – scarcely recognizing his own reflection. His spindly, alabaster fingers drummed absent-mindedly against the middle of his bicep. Despite his placid demeanor, the Dark Knight felt exposed, naked due to his attire for the evening. His right hand drifted up towards his neck, the tip of his fingers running along the length of the golden choker he’d worn. He’d momentarily fiddled with the faux ruby embedded in its’ center.
When he rose from his seated position, he’d resisted the urge to drape arms across his midsection – a last ditch effort to preserve his modest. His outfit consisted of a cream-colored shawl that extended well past the small of his back, it’d contrasted distinctly against the black material that made up both the top of and bottom of his attire. A large portion of his mid-drift was expose due to the cut of his shirt – a fashion that was all the rage within the desert regions of Ivalice. He’d took a deep controlled breath, shaking off any last-minute nerves as he’d made minute last minute adjustment to the jingling bangles around his wrist.
Carrying his cumbersome blade in such attire simply wasn’t practical. He’d reluctantly decided on attending such negotiations unarmed.
“I doubt anything will happen, the city has too many guards.”
Oh, how he’d regretted those choice words. The entire evening thus far had only served a singular purpose, to grate his already raw-nerves. He’d spent a brief stint of time within Treno’s legendary Auction House – the placed reeked worse than a Rabnastre Brothel. How can they stand all those perfumes... , The Archdaemon wondered, uncertain if it was anymore tolerable as hume – his sharpened senses taken into account. His attempts to conversate with a handful of upperclassmen were abysmal at best, half of them brushed him off. A few scoffed and chuckled at his attire, one even dared to toss a few gil in his direction. The gesture alone wouldn’t have bothered him, if it weren’t for the lewd gesture that followed afterwards.
Oh, he’d definitely gotten their undivided attention a split second later, a loud resonating crack echoed through the air. Dieter failed to restraint himself, his hand connected solidly with the man’s cheek, the force enough to make him stumble backwards. Before, they could even reprimand him for his brutish actions, they’d fell silent as they’d saw the coldness in his eyes. Without wasting another second of his precious time, Dieter pivoted on his heel and departed from the Auction House. It wasn’t until he’d made it a short distance away that visible pink beam shot in his direction. However, it’d bypassed him by an arm’s width, instead piercing into a man a few feet behind him.
The next second, that man crumpled to the ground, deafening screams echoed throughout Treno as people scattered attempting to find shelter. Dieter’s verdant eyes narrowed as they’d settled upon a pink-haired man, one whom seemed equally unfazed by the ensuing chaos – in fact they seemed to relish it.
“Destruction of nature, gather in flame! Fire!"
A sudden plume of amaranthine flame danced in between his fingers before it’d exploded outwards in the pink-haired man’s direction. Why hadn’t he bothered to speak, perhaps it was because he’d felt a striking similiarity with the man adjacent from him – they both reeked of Death’s aura.
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The assassin was really disappointed so far, but it seemed tables would start to turn as someone finally stood up to him, ready to show him their potential.A fire-attack made it’s way in his direction,L Lauriam acting fast, teleporting himself out of the attack’s range, now standing a few meters away from where the fire had hit and exploded. His eyes travelled to the ground to look at the one that had the will to fight him. A smirk crossed his features as he took a moment to analyse him. He seemed to be a young man with different clothing than the others had, his blond long hair a distinguishing feature of him.. and the strong presence of darkness he could feel radiating from him.
“Finally.. We are getting somewhere.”, he would murmur to himself, a Dark Corridor opening up to teleport him down, though he reappeared on an other roof, closer to the young man so he could hear what he had to say and stayed down to his feet, like he wished to.
“I almost thought this world was not worth my attention, but.. here we finally have a fighter. What is you name?”, he would say rather politely, a contrast to his actions just a moment ago. His eyes travelled over all the people running, some maybe even considering getting guards right now. Sighing in frustration, he would gesture at the people.
“Look at them... Not even trying to defend their own lives... What is a heart worth that is not able to defend itself?”
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 15, 2018 4:20:31 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
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How pathetic, these spineless nobles aren’t nearly as haughty when they’ve realized their in over their head! The Dark Knight’s lips tightened, setting in a firm scowl as he’d internalized his patronizing thoughts geared towards those he’d elected to defend from further harm. Dieter’s smoky verdant eyes narrowed, hastily panning left to right as he’d scanned his immediate surroundings for Lauriam. Truthfully, the coral-haired assassin’s sudden disturbance was a tad bit unnerving, although, it wasn’t something he hadn’t encountered before – a staple parlor trick of a Time Mage . Based off Dieter’s observations, even the most well-verse practitioners, they’d seldom managed to warp more than few feet at a time.
Dieter’s scowl deepened as his gaze settled upon Lauriam, whom was in the midst of smirking to himself. His skin scrawled as the Assasssin’s sapphire-blue eyes raked cross his skin, scarcely lingering in one place for more than a fraction of a second. How can he conjure those accursed passageways? The Dark Knight was left to question, unpleasantly recalling the numerous times that he’d stumbled through a Heartless’ corridor – very rarely was it a pleasant trip across the universe. Where is a usable sword? Dieter thought to himself, once again scanning his immediate for one of the innumerable guards he’d seen earlier that evening.
He resisted the urge to chuckle to himself, how ironic, that when the Guard were truly needed – they were no where to be seen. His teeth gnashed against one another, his jaw muscle protesting as his irritation intensified. Not possessing a blade put him at a great disadvantage, it’d restricted his potential. Why? Half of his arts were reliant upon a sword, if for no other reason to use it as a conduit to channel the spirits and unconsecrated energies granted to him by his oath. Lauriam’s satiny tone only served to further irk him, grating his already raw nerves.
“… My name has no worth to a deadman.”
Dieter retorted, his tone callused, albeit one could detect the seething rage that boiled beneath the surface. He’d daringly took a step in Lauriam’s direction, ignoring the fleeing nobleman as he’d crashed into him. Despite the portly man colliding with him, Dieter’s petite silhouette didn’t move in the slightest. He’d only set the man a seething glare. The Nobleman gave an shocked cry when he'd gazed upon Dieter's face, noticing how a portion of is scalera had already been painted an impenetrable black, the corner of his iris had begun to radiate an unnatural golden.
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Lauriam was more than amused about the subject that entered the scene, seeming to sense the amount darkness inside the others heart. It was obvious... almost not ignorable at all. This being was not human also, from what he could feel radiating from the creature, if the slowly turning eye was not enough prove already. People were still running, the reaction of the noble to the other’s eye almost making him laugh out loud. What a bunch of low-lives they were. But this young man was a different story at all.
He tried to taunt him how it seemed or scare him off by throwing a threat at him.
“So much anger... Do you care for these people or is it something else that is driving you to defend them? I really wonder..”
Lauriam just crossed his arms, seeming not impressed by everything that was happening in front of him. He wondered if this man knew what he was getting himself into and if he could keep up with the reaper. Taking a deep breath, Lauriam couldn’t help but shake his head.
“Why do you people always get yourself in trouble that is not worth it? If these people are not capable of defending themselves, than they are doomed to perish. If not by my hand, than by someone else's. It’s only a matter of time.”
Moving his hand away from his body, he would gesture to the stars, looking up for a moment as like he was seeing something others couldn’t.
“All the stars will fade, because of the incompetence of the human race. The keyblade can’t protect them all.. and if it is gone one day, than the whole universe is doomed.”
With that said, his attention would move back to Dieter, his free hand wandering down to his chest, his other now hanging to the side.
“Are you not frustrated by these cowards, just like me?”
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 23, 2018 7:33:18 GMT -5
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The Dark Knight’s iridescent golden eyes narrowed in distain, Lauriam’s casual disregard for the value of another’s life reminded him of a handful of the haughty nobles he’d served in Lord Belias’ absence. Unfortunately, Dieter had witnessed the corruption that went unopposed within the Ivalcian Royalty’s midst firsthand. Half of them were more concerned with their estates then the well-being of those under their charge. Such matter only worsened during periods of strife, Noblemen and woman destroyed families without a moment of hesitation – never once pausing to think about the ramifications of their actions. How many children were orphaned, left to resort to pickpocketing in an effort to provide for themselves? For a split second, Dieter thought of the sacrifices that his own parents had made for him – they’d literally given up their lives just for him to have a chance at survival.
However, one couldn’t definitively say that this was the sole influence of the Dark Knight’s actions. No, he’d survived a grand eight centuries upon numerous battlefields, albeit, he’d never learned the value of life until he’d met Lord Belias. Strangely enough, the benevolent Scion of Flames had made it a point to instill to him that every live served a purpose. What had his been? . From the moment, he’d sworn his oath to the Lucavi, he’d willingly forfeited his life to serve as the Gigas’ sword and shield – a condition of his contract was that he was only permitted to die when issued the command. For the time being, Lauriam’s attempts at probing were met with defiant silence.
He’d watched as the rosy-haired man draped his arms across one another in front of his chest, inhaling deeply before chastising shaking his head. The Reaper’s musing struck a certain chord within Dieter, resulting in his skin visibly crawling. Once upon a time, Dieter had a similar mentality, that had changed drastically when he’d found his own salvation – tending to those orphaned by war. Why did he bother with such an arduous task? Truthfully, he couldn’t say for certain. The Dark Knight had surmised that it was better than standing idly by, letting the cycle endlessly repeat itself.
“No matter how minute, every life possess value.”
Dieter muttered under his breathe as he’d took a singular step in Lauriam’s direction. Lauriam’s next spheal, it’d sounded vaguely familiar, it’d reminded him of something that Morne had said. The specific mention of a keyblade reminded Dieter of a certain mousy king, whom he’d met within Halloween Town.
“No… I am frustrated with the fact that they waste their potential… Not everyone is meant to fight….. the strong protect the weak.”
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A smirk crossed his face, his hand moving up, softly touching his chin as he seemed to be pleased by what he was hearing in a way.
“Very interesting... YOU have potential... it's a shame you would rather throw threats and insults instead of words that actually get you somewhere.”
Sighing, Lauriam couldn't help but shake his head again, gravity once again taking his body, making him float in the air over the roof, his hands still crossed in thought, his eyes wandering back to those that ran, calling for help.
“Maybe.. you are able to understand the whole picture.. forget about them and widen your horizon. You too are filled with darkness in your heart. You can open new paths. You can be so much more than a protector... you can be a ruler.”
He moved up his hand, gesturing to the sky.
“All these stars... if you play your cards right, all can be yours. You can change the fate of everything with the power of all powers. And I will be able to fulfill your wishes...”
Lauriam was talking rather cryptic, almost in riddles with what he was saying to the dark knight. Maybe it was enough to spark his curiosity and make him come to his senses to forget these people and chose a more.. productive path. He thought every soul had value? He would soon change his mind, once he saw the truth. Most worlds were disgusting and poisoned and Lauriam would be the cure...
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Feb 24, 2018 16:02:20 GMT -5
Treno was a city of sleepless nights. High upon the Bentini Heights, just east of the South Gate, the dark city was nestled behind stone walls and floating atop waterways: a trip via a canal boat was commonplace and carried residents and tourists alike far and wide between stacked, shack homes and the extravagant marble homes and businesses that nobles depended on for their leisure. With a a discrepancy as large as the one between the nobles and paupers of this bustling city you could almost forget about your own problems back home, guilt crawling into the back of your mind. For them this was home and a balanced life of crime both parties often partook in to reach their respective positions. For our happy-go-lucky thief, and many others of his breed, this was the perfect place to pinch a purse or find an extra gil or two gambling in the streets or the arena. But lo were the days of olde. Zidane just wasn't that kind of thing anymore. Maybe a heart snatcher, but that was a tale for another day, one could suppose. He had come out of the Cars Stadium.and was riding one of the many gondola down the twisting waterways. He had won a few new cards and a healthy purse of gil in the process. The rogue finger through his deck with a smug grin. Sitting on the boat was Ashley, rowing them through. The sloppy thug looked up as their boat pulled up against the walkway. He pointed up. Zidane looked down to Ashley before turning his gaze in the direction the man pointed his finger. Flames, screams, people running from the area, guards running towards it. He rolled his eyes and tucked his cards away. “ Well guess I'll see you later Ashley. Say hi to Ruby for me.” Ashley nodded. With that the thief took off. Jumping off the gondola he leapt onto the next available surface with the ease granted to him with Baku’s tough training. He crouched on a semi-collapsed, marble pillar and made a face at the passing thought. His tail hung behind him, arms held at his sides with his elbows out. Right. He supposed it couldn't be helped. Baku knocked them around pretty good. Suppose some reward came out of hard work! He continued on his way up and up, the Noble's tall walls mere walkways for the nimble thief. He made it along the lip of a stone carved mould before racing out along a buttress. Bending his legs he dropped down only for his tail to coil around the metal feature. His feet touched flat on the underside of it as he 'walked’ along until the two figures were in view. He knew that girly physique anywhere, but who was the other weirdo? That bright hair reminded him a lot of Kuja and he was even as annoyingly eloquent. The only thing that seemed to set them apart was his blatant destruction… ehhh. Well nevermind that. He crossed his arms, guards finally coming around to move people away. They didn't seem too thrilled to be dealing with magic users… They stood away, hesitant to approach. “I don't know guy, sounds like you're playing with half a deck. Last I heard Queen Stella has all the stars at her place.” Where had that voice come from? If one were to look up there stood the rogue, defying gravity, in a sense. Uncurling his tail he would drop down to the balcony below before flipping forward and landing down on Dieter and Lauriam’s level. He settled his hands on his hips, where his baldes sat ready on his belt. Behind him his tail swayed, a sharp grin offered between the two. He held out his hands and laughed. “ You didn't tell me you were coming this way Dieter. I woulda bought us a beer. Who's this? A friend? You shouldn't hang around weirdos like this, you know?” He put his hand over his mouth to hide his lips and motioned back to the pink-haired menace. “ People’ll start talking.” He regarded suggestively, motioning his hand in a rather rude manner as well. That cheeky smirk never left his face, gaze turning back to the pink-haired pyromaniac. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 25, 2018 7:21:58 GMT -5
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The Dark Knight’s verdant eyes widened in surprise, a sense of nostalgia overtook him as Lauriam’s words unearthed a deep-seated memory – the day that he’d witnessed a Scion’s wraith. Dieter’s breath caught in his chest as the world around him transmogrified, warped by Dieter’s own memories. Instead of standing within the heart of Treno, the Dark Knight found himself standing upon the warn-torn fields of the Empyreal Plain. His stomach rolled abrupt as the scent of sickly sweet perfumed was replaced by the rancid stench of charred flesh. The tepid evening breeze was replaced by a sweltering heat that threatened to consume him as a pyroclasm raged off in the distance. The frantic cries of those fleeing from Lauriam’s presence was replaced by the anginal wails of those trapped within the Flames’ epicenter.
It was in that same instance, Dieter understood what it meant to stare Death in its’ eyes. No matter how he’d struggled, his limbs refused to obey him, his muscles protesting as they’d given out beneath him. His heart violently pounding against his chest cavity, its’ frantic pace quickening as a robe figured approached him. Their spindly fingers darted out in his direction, effortlessly closing around his neck before they’d applied a crushing force. Without pause, the robed figure hefted his body from the ground. Their sage-like eyes wracked up and down his body as the robed-man evaluated him, critiquing his worth. After what felt like an eternity had passed, unconsciousness threatening to claim his past-self before the man unceremoniously dropped him to the ground.
“Very interesting… you know your proper place…… I sense you have great potential”
Dieter blinked once or twice in disbelief, his pallor resembling that of a corpse as he was snapped from his own trance. His left hand reached up to press against the side of his cheek, surprised to find that a stream of tears had trickled down side of his face. His eyes snapped towards Lauriam as the pink-haired man shook his head in disapproval. Surprisingly enough, the rosy-haired man began to levitate, drifting aimlessly around in the air above the roof as he’d scanned those still feeling. His eyes narrowed, his pupil contracting in a serpentine-fashion when Lauriam mentioned that his heart was filled with Darkness – someone else had said something similar. How could the man know such a thing? Who was he?
The questions only compounded as Lauriam’s spheal continued, claiming that he was capable of being much more than protectors – he had the potential to be a ruler.
“… You promise much yet I doubt you can deliver what I desire…… They’ve eluded me for the past two centuries.”
As the last words left his lips, a familiar voice could be heard. Dieter’s eyes widened in surprise as he’d searched his immediate suroundings for a particular monkey-tailed acrobat. It wasn’t until he’d glanced up by chance that he’d noticed that Zidane’s body was dropping from the heavens. He was further surprised as Zidane landed effortless, his hands drifting towards his hips. Dieter’s eyes drifted to the twin-blades that dangled off his hips. In the worst-case scenario, Dieter prayed that he could use one of Zidane’s because without a bladed weapon, he’d lacked access to nearly half of his skills. In response to Zidane’s jibs, The Dark Knight simply shook his head disapprovingly – he hadn’t known Lauriam.
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The events slowly took an other turn how it seemed. Lauriam had not expected to meet someone so interesting in this world and it seemed this man was not the only one that dared to step up to him. A young boy entered the scene, the tail looking like that of a monkey, his attitude reminding him a lot of a certain young boy with a keyblade. That detail was enough however for the smile on his face to face, leaving a dark expression on his usually soft features.
The two blond seemed to know each other, the kid even trying to mock him. So many people had a death-wish these days. First the queen dared to do this and now a young boy? Tsk... The kid aside, it seemed that Dieter was not able to understand what Lauriam was telling him, still not seeing what options the other just gave him. It was almost sad to see so much potential wasted.
That Dieter said 'Centuries' made Lauriam wonder how old his presence really was, but maybe he would get his answers soon enough, depending on what the young man and his companion would do now.
“What a shame. You disappoint me.”
With that said, his hand would motion upwards, rose-petals appearing around him, floating in the air, kept by the magic he possessed.
“If you are not willing to listen, than you are not worth any more words, just like the rest of this town... and this kid.”
His blue eyes glared at Zidane for a moment, before he turned his attention back to both of them now.
“I will send you to Oblivion. Both of you.”
That was the cue, the petals turning into pure energy that shot forward, targeting both Zidane and Dieter as they showered down into their direction. Lauriam was not afraid to fight both of them. He could take them on by himself, that he was sure off.
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Mar 20, 2018 10:42:50 GMT -5
Dieter confirmed he was without association to the hooligan. Not that Zidane assumed Dieter hung out with such a crowd. That's a real one-eighty to go from defending orphans to making them! Deter seemed unarmed too, a tourist. But it wasn't as if the Dark Knight needed much help. He had magic! But this kind of scum really bleeding a good bending over the knee. He was the kind of pest that you went all out on, gave no chances because you know what they say about fire… something something burnination! Whatever he wasn't a bard, but he knew he was going to kick this guy’s ass. Though he looked young Zidane was eighteen years old! An adult! His arms moved to cross over his chest at being called kid, head cocking as he let his tucked away hand present Lauriam with just what he thought if his comment, that rude gesture implicating much more than an unfriendly association. It wasn't hard to see the bastard's intent was to reek havoc with what he already set into motion. The thief drew his blades, clapping them together hilt to hilt. With a click the two dagger’s formed together to create a thief’s sword. The rogue smirked and spun his blade overhead before parting his legs, the blade held back, over his back and other free hand held out in balance. “ You wouldn’t be the first to try.” He glanced to Deiter. The guy seemed unarmed. “ Can handle him Dieter or looking to even the odds?” MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Mar 25, 2018 3:35:47 GMT -5
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Inwardly, Dieter was still in the midst of chastising himself for willingly parting with his weapon, electing to play the role of a docile flower for the evening – all for the chance that it’d make negotiations run a bit smoother. However, Lady Luck seemed to favor him given that his Genome Comrade had arrived, Zidane’s weapon of choice were daggers, plural, as in he’d at the bare minimum had two blades on his person at any given time. Why did that matter? It meant if required, Dieter could pilfer one of the two blades for the sake of invoking his sword arts. All the meanwhile, Lauriam stood atop the building starring down at them, silently judging their worth, not bothering to conceal distain and disappointment as he’d voiced it aloud.
With that in mind, the robed figure raised his hand above his head while simultaneously conjuring a plethora of rose petals. Strangely, each one the pink petals remined motionless in air, suspended by an invisible force. What a peculiar form of Magick , perhaps, this man was a Geomancer of sort – their kind were notoriously dangerous on nearly every terrain imaginable. Lauriam’s condescending banter continued as he’d finally dragged Zidane into the mix. The Dark Knight’s lips curved upwards at the edges, betraying his slight amusement at Zidane’s expense. However, it was short lived as the pink-haired assassin proclaimed that he’d send them both to their ends.
Doubtful , the Dark Knight internalized as the petals were converted into pure energy that would rain down upon them. Without hesitating, the Dark Knight’s hand darted out, his hand momentarily closing over Zidane’s. He made a mental note of how Zidane’s two daggers had essentially fused together to form a swallow-blade – not a common form of weaponry used. Alas, such thoughts were dismissed as he’d let his verdant eyes flutter shut, his lips moved rapidly as he’d recited memorized scriptures. He felt brief resistance form the blade as it’d attempted to rebuke his request resisting his ministrations momentarily.
However, the Dark Knight refused to deterred, redoubling his efforts. Just seconds before impact, Kiyomori’s activation would be made clear as Zidane’s blade produced a miasmatic lime-green energy that covalence into a singular sphere in front of them. One of Laurima’s stray beams colliding with the sphere, shattering it and releasing the contained magick which erected a sudden protective shell around both the Dark Knight and the Thief. As each blow exploded against the erected defenses, one could see that hexagonal panels glow in protest, refusing to permit these beams to pass through.
Dieter’s lips continued to move as he’d recited more memorized scriptures. His hand drifting from Zidane’s blade as he’d gave a nod of confirmation and acknowledgement. The Dark Knight’s eyes settled upon Lauriam’s silhouette as he’d finished reciting to himself. He’d invoked Fira , which conjured a plum of flames that erupted from the ground beneath Lauriam. However, only time would tell if his plow had found purchase upon the ranged attacker.
1. Used Kiyomori (Protect Expended, Shell 2 turns remaining)
2. Cast Fira )
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Lauriam just huffed in response to the strange boy's words, seeming rather unimpressed by the kid joining the fight. Lauriam could easily take on both of them, though it surprised him that the older of the blonds was able to perform such strong magic. He was able to shield himself and his companion with a shield to make magic-spells less powerful, also able to speak a strong fire-spell. From what he could see till now, the one with the longer hair was more a threat at the moment.
Lauriam caught the light under his body, his feet pushing him up into the air, float taking care of the rest, when the flames erupted just out of reach when he was moving high into the air. Lauriam didn't really care about the protection-spell. He knew it could only take so much of damage and he was surely able to still deal pain to them, even with the shield up. His body suddenly vanished as it started to move faster than the eye can see, reappearing close to Dieter to deliver a series of blows, slamming him into the air and crashing him back down to the ground, hoping I would succeed to damage the caster enough to lose focus for a moment. After his assault was finished, his hand moved out, a strong storm picking up around him. He was close to both enemies, so the Hurricane should send both of them flying and do extra damage.
“Scatter into Oblivion!!”
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Lauriam uses Float to help him avoid the Fira-Spell
Lauriam unleashed Blossom-Shower on Dieter! [Cooldown: 3]
Uses Gale of Severance to damage both Dieter and Zidane who are now close to him - [Cooldown: 3]
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Post by Zidane Tribal on Apr 18, 2018 10:46:24 GMT -5
This was Zidane's world, his hood. No one knew it better than the thief. A street brawl wouldn't call the attention of the knights that guarded the expensive territory of nobles, but when the fight involved magic such would certainly herald the notice from soldiers of the Alexandrian courts. It would get messy if they got in between then and it could mean a night in a dungeon for all parties involved. Zidane turned his head up, the end of his tail curling at the familiar seal of a protective spell. It was unlike the gentle shell of Protect, but its warm shelter was all the same. He glanced over to Dieter, but being sure to keep his focus on the pink haired menace. “ Listen Dieter, we're close, but I'm not spending a night in the dungeon with either of you. The guards aren't gunna ignore this long once those fires get under control, you hear me?” He warned. It gave them a small window of time to handle Lauriam. He wasn't sure what the mage was after but using the black crafts in such a way… since the war… they'd be the focus of anger by many. Zidane's gaze turned to the mage as he moved to take to the air. Typical! The rogue was quick in his actions. As soon as Lauriam rose from the ground he would kick off and into a forcedul Air Dash. The hurricane spell buffeted the speedy rogue, but the tailed vagrant would smirk and draw in with ease. What Lauriam did not realize was by floating he made himself a target for the agile crook “ You want to see a real storm?! Vortex!” Zidane spun his swallow blade and unleashed a threefold attack that had enough force to knock back an opponent. If he was able to hit the mage while he focused on casting the thief would draw out the Soul of his Blade and release a caustic , blinding mist that would look to engulf the mage. After Zidane dropped to his feet and looked to Deiter. “ Catch!” Using the momentum of his landing he spun around, loosing his sword. Mid-spin his tail’s end curled around the grip and yo-yo’d the weapon to the unarmed Dark Knight. ------ Air Dash - 1 Cooldown When facing an enemy the thief can push from the ground to the air in a high-speed Dash toward the target. This ability only works if the thief is on the ground. This ability can only target an enemy up to 3m (10ft) away. This ability does no damage and only draws the thief closer to their enemy, bringing him to a close quarter position. Vortex - 3 Cooldown This attack can only be used midair. An upward spiraling attack that slashes at opponent(s) for light damage, than strikes multiple (3) times to knock them back. This attack can be chained to Booster 8 as a combo finisher. It can be used with either blade archetype (Mage Mashers or The Ogre). This attack strikes all surrounding foes, doing area effecting damage. Soul Blade - 2 Cooldown; 2 Post Duration Drawing from the Blade's Spirit the thief forces a status ailment onto his enemy, that lasts for a duration of two posts. With the Ogre the effect of Blind, which reduces an enemy's ability to physically strike their opponent by half. With the Mage Mashers the effect of Silence, which prevents an opponent from casting verbal spells. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jul 22, 2018 3:27:06 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
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Dieter’s dusky verdant eyes shifted softly shut, a singular breathe escaping his body as the tension within his body dissipated into nothingness. An eerie serenity had befallen the Dark Knight as he’d submitted himself to the familiar thrall of battle. Dieter’s head craned in Zidane’s direction, a mirthful smirk played at his lips in response to the Genome Rogue’s unorthodox chastising remark. None the less, Dieter responded with a curt nod of his head, non-verbally acknowledging and affirming that he understood the gravity of their precarious situation. Even within Ivalice during the War of the Lions, craft-dependent, a Mage could be prosecuted – often this was restricted to those labeled as Witches, Necromancers, and Heretics.
Despite Lauriam’s speedy stealthy approach, Dieter’s head idly tracked his movement; reliant solely upon his sharpened sense of smell verses his sight. The Dark Knight’s leg tensed, his muscles silently protesting as he’d shifted his weight forward to the balls of his feet to propel himself backwards. This singular movement permitted him to avoid being knocked airborne by Lauriam’s wide-berthed swing, however, the following two blows left a few painful gashes on the anterior portion of his arms due to Dieter bringing them across his chest to protect his vitals. Fortunately, Lauriam’s follow-up was countered by Zidane’s own manifested zephyr.
To his surprise, Zidane managed to invoke the spirit housed within his blade, willing a caustic smog into existence – one that threatened to encircle Lauriam. Alas, Dieter wasn’t afforded the luxury of further examining Zidane’s handiwork as the rogue shouted out a singular command. Dieter’s head snapped in his direction just in time to see the swallow-blade rotating head-over head in his direction.
“Understood”
Was Dieter’s verbal affirmation as his hand darted outwards just as the blade threatened to arc past him. Dieter’s wrist rolled with the impact, carefully bringing the blade around himself while simultaneously getting a feel for its’ weight and balance – entirely unlike his own cumbersome blade. Dieter’s smirk grew as he’d propelled himself forward in Lauriam’s direction. His grip on the blade shifting as he’d rotated it so that the flat of the blade was projected to collide with Lauriam’s chest cavity. However, it didn’t end there, regardless if it impacted or not, Dieter swung his blade with such ferocity that the wind visibly rippled, launching a projectile of compressed wind at Lauriam.
Used Wind Slash – CD: 3 Rounds
Used Blade Bash – CD: 3 rounds (7= immobile)
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