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Post by Deleted on Mar 26, 2018 22:12:16 GMT -5
 YOU COULD HAVE RULED THE WHOLE WORLD IF YOU ONLY HAD A CHANCE ➳ ➳ ➳ Location: Where Nothing Gathers
A portal tore open the air above one of many blank, marble thrones that encircled the central platform like a maw of pointed teeth. The portal fluxed as if it was somehow uncertain, brief plumes of darkness arching off of its inky black core, before stabilizing with an unnatural stillness. Like a dark hole in space itself, it's depth seemed infinite. The portal grew in size, before suddenly withdrawing altogether, leaving behind a cloaked figure.
Xigbar positioned himself in his seat and flipped his hood down, freeing his long grey-streaked ponytail to flow unabated down his back. He slowly rolled his head, allowing the rest of the room to casually cross his piercing yellow gaze. Several thrones stood empty still, but the Sniper felt nothing but a mild sense of amusement for the missing Seekers. Xigbar didn't care, but It was a bold move to miss one of the old coot's meetings, that much was certain.
The Freeshooter sat quietly, disinterested by the assembly beginning around him. These kinds of meetings had never interested the sniper, even when it was Xemnas at the reigns. It was all the same, hours upon hours of rambling and raving about darkness or hearts, and the old coot hadn't changed things a bit.
You see one, you've seen them all.
Xigbar drummed his fingers on the arm of the throne as he pretended to be interested as one of the other cloaked figures droned on. As dull as it was, as much as he'd rather be out in the field popping a heartless right between the eyes with his arrows, he'd sit through a million of these things as long as Xehanort was still pulling the strings. The pieces seemed to be aligning, something big was looming on the horizon, and when it all is said and done, his prize would be in his hands. The Keyblade.
Until then, he just needed to focus on staying awake.
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At the head of the meeting room, in the highest of the alabaster thrones, a portal of pure darkness opened up, closing almost as quickly as it appeared. In its place, an elderly man sat, posed like he was the king of the worlds. One leg overlapped the other, the man's cheek resting on his fist. This was Master Xehanort, head of the Seekers of Darkness. He looked over the other thrones. They were all empty, save for one that held Braig, one of his oldest allies. He had called a conference with his Seekers to discuss their current plans and the progress that had been made thus far.
The old Master himself had many things to discuss with those gathered. Namely, what had transpired with Lauriam, his meeting with the clown, Kefka. Not to mention his meeting with Dieter the Dark Knight and Morne, a former Keyblade wielder from ancient times. Vanitas had made himself known as well, but some of them had already been reintroduced to the masked boy, so that could be simply glossed over. Master Xehanort stroked his goatee thoughtfully as he gathered his thoughts for the coming meeting. The quests of his Seekers held interest for him, of course, but many troubling things had occurred in his travels.
Many uncertain variables had made themselves known. That meant many things to be discussed.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2018 9:03:14 GMT -5
The time spent in the land of here and there and everything in between was usually so brief, travel was instantaneous. But within the swirling and sparkling vortex of every color of the rainbow, where the nonexistent sky met no horizon, black boots marched slowly and steadily as arms flailed every so often, mumbles turning into overexcited shouts before dipping down and back up again. This went on and on...until a particular brightness surged forth in the Master's path, in unison with a shining idea within his.......peculiar mind.
"I GOT it! I'll look him STRAIGHT in the eye---"
In an instant, color, or lack-there-of was a better term, flowed properly as actual shapes took form, a Corridor unlike any this realm had ever seen had opened right up in the center of that grandiose throne room, a familiar coat cloaking an unfamiliar man who was still speaking to himself as he exited the portal.
"AND SAY---eh?"
For a moment, the corridor remained open. The hum it made was more like harmonious glass than a sinking tune of despair, before it dissipated in flitters and flecks of glittering light. Unseen eyes darted this way and that as both head and body turned around over and over dizzyingly at each throne.
"Hrrrmm....hhmmm.....hmm? Hrrmmmm......ohhhh......nope.....mmmhhhmmm.....yeah......hm."
Hands rested on hips proudly as the hooded master rocked back and forth on his heels, voice projecting out loudly and with an eerie casualness despite the intrusion. "So, what I miss?" On and on he rocked for a few more seconds back and forth, forward and back, forward and back on his heels and then his toes and back again, before suddenly JUMPING up in shock, arms forcing themselves up straight and hands shaking wildly.
"OH I'm sorry I'm sorry, am I interrupting? Just about to talk about the paint selection, right? Always a PAIN picking out the right color I mean, don't tell me you settled on this...I mean I...guess it's nice and all but...." The hooded head lowered to stare at the floor, seemingly lost in thought and ignorant of the two above him. Though he was anything but. There was the one, ponytail, eyepatch, probably a pirate. Then the other, dark, bald, billy goatish but....he could feel...he could SEE...
He smiled.
An arm rose up, a finger pointed straight at the aging Master of Darkness, head still lowered and refusing to look up. "...just...ONE question though.....should you really be sitting there? I mean it doesn't exactly look comfy and with your back...have you even seen the way you walk?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 29, 2018 14:49:00 GMT -5
➳ | ➳ | ➳ Xigbar slowly rolled his head to face the portal which signaled Master Xehanort's entrance. At least the old coot had bothered to show up to his own meeting. Normally, he would have smartly commented on the Master's rather smug posture for such an empty room, but years of dealing with the keyblade master left him holding his tongue. Instead, he glanced up at Xehanort, letting his golden eye pass over Xehanort's own before settling back towards the middle of the room. The sniper leaned back and absently crossed his legs, complacent with the idea that he was the one on time while everyone else was late.
A flash of light suddenly caught the Freeshooter's eye. He raised a hand to shield his eye in response, perhaps feeling a bit too defensive regarding his 'good side'.
'Light?...' Xigbar lowered his arm, only to find himself looking at... someone who looked suspiciously like the other seekers. Yet, something was off. The way he portaled in... He had never seen someone utilize light like that. As the stranger began rattling on about the paint, the sniper turned to face his master.
"Got a new recruit, old man? Though I have to say, this one looks like a... how do I put it... a dud," Xigbar quipped sarcastically, waiting for Master Xehanort's input as he watched the figure with a narrowed eye.
The sniper didn't have a clue what was going on, but at least it looked like it was going to be entertaining.
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Xehanort was snapped out of his thoughts by the appearance of a strange portal of light in the center of the room and the emergence of a cloaked figure. 'Who...?' This stranger did not introduce themselves, instead prattling on about the chosen paint job for their meeting room. Of all the purposes a meeting room had, being aesthetically pleasing was not one of them. Looking downwards from his throne and towards the newcomer, the elderly Master examined him more closely. He was dressed in a black cloak, like one of his Seekers, but he had not met this man before in his life. At least, if he did, Xehanort couldn't recall him.
The man appeared to know him, however. At least, knew him well enough to see how he walked. Had he been watching the old Master? Keeping tabs on him? Xehanort uncrossed his legs and leaned forward in his seat towards the cloaked person. He decided to skip the most obvious question; "how did you get in here?" Though the answer would likely be interesting, it wasn't what interested Xehanort the most. Turning his head briefly towards Braig as he commented on what he assumed was a new recruit. If he was, which Xehanort sorely doubted, he hadn't recruited him and he didn't hear about it from any of his other Seekers.
"I do not believe this man is one of us." He did not appear to be what Braig called a "dud" either. Behavior was no indicator of power... and if what Xehanort's instincts served him, he believed that this man was quite powerful. Turning his head back to the stranger, the elderly Master addressed him directly. "And who are you? I don't recall inviting you to our meeting." A measured approach would be best for now. At least until they knew who they were dealing with. For now, he would ignore that quip about his back.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2018 21:51:36 GMT -5
No attention was paid to the pony tailed pirate, no no no. Yet oh so much attention was paid to the decrepit Master of Darkness up above. So much so that the hooded party crasher inhaled deeply in shock, hands clutching his chest, his over exaggerated gasp taking no effort to hide the blatant sarcasm. "You mean you don't know? I gotta say, I'm hurt Nort, I really am.....here I thought you were my biggest fan." That final piece of his sentence carried an uncharacteristic amount of....serious and sinister rolled into one.
In an instant, the Master was seemingly gone as soon as the last word left his mouth, only for his telltale voice to project from a higher perch, the second tallest throne. There he sat, wiggling ever so slightly as he nestled himself, picking right back where he left off with his usual tone. "You know what? I take it back. This is actually quite comfy. There's just...one thing missing...hhrrmmm...AH I know what it is..." Taps on his chin in thought turned into a swift and loud snap of his finger as the alabaster throne shuddered and rose up...and up...and uuuup ever so slightly, until he was a mere inch higher than the 'Grandmaster of Darkness', as if to spite the elder childishly. "That's better."
Gloved hands went to rest behind his head as a leg crossed over the other, the interrupter making himself quite at home as he sighed heartily. "Now where was I...right, riiiight. Me! My favorite topic. Suppose you could say I've been keeping an eye on you. You've been quite the busy bee, Nort. Evil fairies, princesses, using Ponytail here as target practice for your little ummm..." Gloved fingers wiggled around before he started snapping his fingers over and over again as if trying to come up with the 'proper' word. "Vessel." He said with air quotes, before resting those hands behind his head once more. "Bummer though, seeing as how you wound right back to square numero uno now. Suuure you have You, Yourself, and yada yada but come on...Vanitas? Really? His track record ain't exactly gold in the success department. There's Ponytail who, spoiler alert, already had loyalty issues. And DON'T even get me started on Pinky......but that's not what you really want to hear is it? You wanna know who I am, and why I know. Weeeell Nort it's like you said.....the future's already been written."
His voice was...monotonous at the end, a clear attempt to make a semi-mocking impression of a certain silver haired teenage emo. Now if that wasn't a blast for the Dark Master's past, nothing was at this point. The exact phrase he said to good ol' facial hair before he had any hint of a mustache or goatee to speak of. Back when they played that BORING chess game. Back when he could see everything from that wall. Everything was crystal clear, whereas now it was....foggy....hazy. Like a head beneath water. You could still see, still hear just not as...well. In time, the blade would be summoned, two of them in fact.
The night was still young.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 1, 2018 0:33:17 GMT -5
➳ | ➳ | ➳ Xigbar watched the figure with a cold look of faint amusement, like a predator watching trapped prey. His perch high above the intruder left the sniper feeling rather unconcerned about the spectacle unfolding in front of him. Yet, the Freeshooter's eye still clung to his every movement, poised and ready to summon his Sharpshooters and rain down arrows upon his prey; and if Master Xehanort hadn't been so interested in this guy, he would have already done so.
The sniper's thoughts trailed for a brief moment, too caught up in an arrogant repose to realize that the stranger was no longer down below him. Xigbar's golden eye widened in surprise, before flicking quickly onto the figure that was now above him, rising quickly in a childish display of dominance over his master. His hand twitched, reaching a little too eagerly for his arrowguns, but last minute restraint left nothing more than wisps trailing through his fingers. After all, if Xehanort had wanted this intruder dead, the old coot would have already launched the first assault by now.
Xigbar leaned backwards, craning his neck upwards towards the two figures above him. He wasn't pleased about being left so much lower than the others, and for a brief moment, he felt more life prey than the predator. That *cerntainly* wouldn't do. He listened to the hooded figure with baited tension, but his face suddenly darkened with the mention of his loyalty issues. This interloper knew more than he should, and it unnerved the Freeshooter.
The sniper no longer cared about the identity of the interloper. With a dark sneer, he suddenly rose to stand upon his throne and held his arms outwards to each side, his fingers curling around the twin arrowguns that materialized alongside him. With a sharp downward motion and a quick sleight of hand, several deadly metal arrows filed into the clips.
"Enough!" The Freeshooter barked, both guns focused on the figure. He was biting at the bit to fill this guy with lead, yet he had not yet fired a single shot. Conflicted, he turned his head to look up at Master Xehanort. "You wanna fill me in, old man?"
➳ Xigbar summoned his Sharpshooters, and loaded a clip into each!
Ammo: [L: 7, R: 7]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 2, 2018 18:59:45 GMT -5
[googlefont=Open+Sans]  This heart has returned to the darkness [attr="class","firstfriend"] All things begin in darkness, and all so end, the heart is no different. erra-Xehanort's voice echoed throughout the room before he even made his appearance. "It seems we have a visitor."
On the floor below, a black cocoon of swirling black energy appeared and quickly vanished, revealing Terra-Xehanort in its wake. His hood had already been lowered, as there was no reason to conceal his identity here. He would have appeared in his seat, but it seemed a visitor was already perched there. He quietly raised his head, taking in the cloaked intruder. He was wearing the Organization's signature hooded-cloak, so Terranort couldn't identify him. "I have returned from dealing with the boy in the Realm of Darkness. I was not aware we already had our thirteenth member."
Terra-Xehanort saw the tension in the room, and still he did nothing. Braig was riled up, but cooler heads always prevailed. Surely, he knew that with Master Xehanort and himself in the room, that this small insignificant Light would be quickly dealt with. Xehanort simply stood there, waiting quietly for this cloaked man to reveal himself in both appearance and actions.  | | ✉ | stick your notes in here, but keep it short. use this to tag if you have more than one person to tag. |
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Xehanort watched, unamused as this stranger took a seat on one of the Seekers' thrones, the one belonging to Terranort, and commanded the throne to ascend until it was ever so slightly higher than his own. 'What a childish display.' The old Master scowled. He was more interested in what was being said, however. This man spoke in such a dodging way where he couldn't be sure, but he appeared to know of what he had been up to as far back was ten years ago at least... but more than that, he appeared to be implying that Xehanort knew him as well, even declaring that the leader of the Seekers was a fan of his work.
"Hmm..." Xehanort began thinking, only to be interrupted by a real blast from the past.
"The future has already been written."
Xehanort sat perfectly still, an expression on his face that the Freeshooter had likely never seen before; shock. It was an unfamiliar feeling. The mastermind was so used to knowing ahead of time what would transpire. They were usually just educated guesses, but they were fairly accurate. This hit him out of nowhere. Gripping the arm of his throne, he scowled up at the figure. "What did you just say...?" He whispered. He could have chalked up what had been said before to a person spying on him, but this...
...this was different. That had been said in a tiny room with only himself, Eraqus, and a chess board. Could this being be Eraqus? No. He was dead and gone. This person didn't even sound like him. As Braig lost his patience, calling forth his weapons and training both of them on the stranger, Xehanort raised one hand towards him, ignoring his call to be filled in. He would tell the man in due time. For now, he wanted answers himself. "Where did you hear that?" It was about this time when Terranort himself appeared, stating that he had dealt with "the boy."
The old Master was not concerned with that right now, however. He was entirely trained on the stranger now. "Pull down your hood. Reveal yourself." Xehanort was not as calm and collected as he once was, this request being issued in a tone that came across as a demand.
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Like a kid in a candy shop, the hooded stranger gazed with glee under the safety the darkness of his hood provided. By now, his legs had become uncrossed, back starting to straighten as it rubbed comfortably against the unblemished throne, hands falling to his lap and idly patty pat patting softly as if waiting....waiting for....
Three...two....one, aaaand....
Right on cue and time, the time displaced Seeker made himself known. It sent shivers of joy down that eccentric spine. It akin to double vision now...but in a...'good way.' Another Eye, cloudy without the blade summoned, but it helped to paint an even clearer picture now. The air was charging up with so much tension, so much aggression...and still the hooded man continued to take this in casual stride. With a joyful wave from up above, his voice projected itself with more than enough clarity.
"Hey heeey, right on time. We were just talking about you. Younger you. Am I in your seat? I'm in your seat aren't I? Man you really need to mark these things. Are they already marked? Did you...carve your names in with keyblades, I can't..." A frantic faux search was made as he leaned over to each side, looked behind the throne, and even hunched over to glance between his legs. "Can't quite...ANYWAYS! I'm still in your seat, right right...lemme just..." Up the throne started to go once more. "No that's not right." Down it went....only to cease and ascend again. "Wait...wait just gimme...a minute..." Up...and down...down and up.... "These stupid things are so....GRRRRRRRRR.....know what? I'll let you fix it."
Standing up calmly on his stolen throne, legs bent ever so slightly before leaping off, landing gracefully, unharmed, and utterly unfazed down below, hands going straight to work at brushing his coat off...when the realization finally dawned on him. No no, it wasn't ponytail trying to be intimidating. He hadn't forgotten...it just wasn't important. Noooo...it was that delicious tone and expression from the elder up above. It was cute...being given orders. He would've been a rude guest if he didn't oblige, right?
Anticipation seemed to surge everywhere, permeate the very air until it was thick enough to be seen as gloved hands slowly went up to the hood....gripping it tightly before....
He was gone. Again.
And yet, his voice was found from up above once more.
"You didn't say pleeease~"
Legs dangled as the Master of Masters had leisurely blinked himself up to the very top of the elder's throne, the heels of his boots bouncing off whatever forsaken material had been used to construct these tacky things. " 'sides, hood can't come down unless I want it. That's the wonders of magic...in...case you've forgotten. I know things get difficult sometimes in old age." As if to prove his point, fingers suddenly snapped, and the hood FLEW back....revealing another hood. Again and again and AGAIN, hood after hood after HOOD, one seemingly disappearing into another in an endless cycle until finally the migraine inducing magic show was over.
But where were his manners? They'd ignored a frustrated underling for too long. Shifting his legs and body around to lounge more comfortably, fingers pointed and wiggled down at the infuriated pirate, before resting behind his hooded head. "Hey, Eyepatch, boss man said you can stop now. Why don't we put the peashooters away before you shoot the other eye out?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2018 20:55:17 GMT -5
 T H E F R E E S H O O T E R
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Being left in the dark by Master Xehanort didn't surprise him in the slightest. What DID surprise him was the look of... was that shock?... that had crossed the old coot's face. Had situations been different the scarred sniper would have gotten a lot of mileage out of it, perhaps even a picture to commemorate the moment, but he couldn't let his attention slip from the faux-Seeker that was currently in his sights.
Or... was... in his sights.
The Freeshooter's target had jumped from his perch upon the tallest throne, plummeting downwards towards the empty marble below only to land safely. Xigbar narrowed his eyes with cruel amusement. At this height, he was the hunter, and the cloaked figure below him was his prey. A grin crawled across his scarred face, already tasting the satisfaction of a successful hunt, as he spun the rifles around and locked them together. Dark magic bled through the gaps, sealing the two arrowguns into a single lethal sniper rifle. He silently dropped to one knee, his yellow eye locked onto the source of his frustration, and braced his rifle against his thigh.
Xigbar briefly lost sight of the figure, mentally contesting that only he himself could teleport that freely, but quickly respotted his target. He drew his sights up, the glowing crosshairs briefly crossing over the old coot before settling right over the head of the hooded figure himself.
The interloper's magic trick did nothing but frustrate an already irate sniper, but it was the hooded man's final comment that finally drove Xigbar to pull the trigger. His grin turned into a rough, barking laugh under his breath as a single bolt, burning with cool, dark energy, ripped through the air towards his target. It's path arced, subtly navigated by the Freeshooter's manipulation of space itself, as it raced ever closer to the interloper's head.
Xigbar switches modes and fires a single shot!
REMAINING AMMO: [➳ ➳ ➳]
1. Critical Snipe: Xigbar combined his arrowguns into a single rifle. Bolts do devastating damage upon impact.
[Duration: 3, Cooldown: 3]
2. Xigbar fires a single shot
3. Warp: Xigbar warps space to bend the trajectory of his shot.
[Cooldown: 1]
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2018 15:22:12 GMT -5
It would seem that Terra-Xehanort had appeared in the middle of some tension. He looked up to see even surprise on Master Xehanort’s face. That was certainly unusual. Braig was being his usual self, planning to shoot the intruder.
The intruder took it upon himself to vacate himself from Terranort’s seat, to which The vessel took it back in a flash of darkness.
“It seems I have missed some vital information. Braig, you would do well to gain some patience.”
Terra-Xehanort uttered the last line as he watched his fellow Seeker fire an arrow from one of his crossbows. The vessel formerly known as Terra couldn’t shake the feeling that this newcomer knew something they didn’t. He even spoke as if he was expecting Terranort to appear, but the Master or Braig could have told him that.
Terranort looked at Master Xehanort before he spoke again.
“What is so curious about this individual? Do we have reason to worry?”
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Xehanort took a deep breath as the stranger interacted with the others, taking that moment to gain control over his emotions once more. Looking up at the mysterious cloaked figure who made a perch of the top of his seat, his attention turned next to Braig, who had combined his guns into one powerful rifle and fired a shot at the stranger, giving in to the figure's provocation. Expected of the Freeshooter. Xehanort never knew the man to have a cool head. He remained silent, however, leaving Braig's chastising to his other self. He had no time for something like that. Who was this man? What did he want with him and his Seekers...?
And, more importantly, how did he know so much about the past... and seemingly, the future? At last, the elderly Master spoke to Terranort, turning his gaze on him and answering his question. "Nothing is curious about him. He is utterly unimpressive." Xehanort remained calm and cool. Allowing this stranger to leave him flustered would not serve his cause at all. "This man has tried his best to catch me off guard with fanciful words and magic tricks." He looked up towards the stranger in the black hood. "I am finished playing games, young man. Let us get to the point. Why have you come? Who are you?"
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"Ohhhhh you don't really mean that. Come on, stop lying to yourself Nort." The hooded man insinuated from up above, seemingly oblivious to the coated sniper's preparations. A nasally laugh was fought back desperately before it burst forth. "Pffftahahhaha, oohhh, yourself. Ya see, cuz' you're both, bahahaha haa haaa haaaa haaaaaa....oh I crack myself up." A false tear was 'wiped' from his concealed face after he beheld the decrepit master and his time displaced possessed self. Having calmed himself down, the relaxed and carefree tone resumed, the stranger idly stretching his arms one by one, before leisurely cracking his knuckles, and crossing his legs once more. He was well aware of it all. And he wasn't even going to grace this with a glance in the sniper's direction.
"My best? Oh Norty, you haven't seen nothing yet." An arm shot up with a speed that rivaled bullets as the man's head never turned away from the elderly Seeker he was conversing with. Between his index and middle finger was the crystallized energy that was meant to silence him, yet here it was, twirling between fingers like a miniature baton, before disappearing into the palm of his glove that soon balled into a fist, crushing the projectile into a fine, powdery dust, letting the sparkly sand rain over the bald mastermind's scalp.
And just like that, the conversation continued, a glance still being refused to the would-be assassin. "How 'bout a little quiddy pro quo? See, this is how it's gonna work. I'm gonna answer one of those questions, Mister Eager Beaver, and then you're gonna answer one of mine. Sound good? Good." With gloved fingers gripping the top of his perch, the mysterious stranger launched himself off to the floor below. Despite the distance being enough to splatter anyone into a lovely paste, the man landed in physic's defying manner, right on his feet as he already started walking in a slow circle in the center of the throne-filled room, hands behind his back as he spoke to the duo above.
"Now then. You're wondering why the man who you think stole your do is here. Honestly, I was wearing this before it was cool, but that's beside the point. I thiiiink you can rule out spying. And as tempting as it is to have an old man inside me, I think I'll pass on the whole vessel thing. No no, no. I'm here for business. Business and pleasure though really. Because come on, how could I not enjoy this? It's so cute the way you think you're ahead of everyone, even though you had a fossil of your FAVORITE TIME PERIOD right under your wing. Pffttahhaha, and the best part, hehe, was that you didn't even know! But right, buuuusinesssss. Serious stuff. Ahem. I'm here to make sure everything stays right on track........ That's it."
The march ceased as he rocked on his heels for a moment, each rock followed by a clapping of his hands in front, then another clapping in back. "Yeeeep. Juuust chekin' on the ol' War Two Point O. So. Question answered, my turn. What ummm...I'm sorry, I've just been having a really hard time wrapping my brain around this. What umm...is it that you plan to....do exactly, if you win this war? Because I think you got no clue what you're really doing. Really. I mean, sorry, this is gonna hurt but, I read your diary. Ya know, that thing you worked on after you and mustache graduated? Did you like...have a hole in your pocket or something? Because those pages were EVERYWHERE! But riiight, right right. Getting off topic. You wrote, and I quote, that the person who opens the door to Kingdom Hearts will 'Bring about the creation of the Next World.' ....yeeeaaaah how do you know this exactly? You got this from some musty old, duueuugherrrrr fairy tale from your Master that's been told HOW many times exactly? Do you even know what Kingdom Hearts is I mean...ok ok, look at it this way. Ok? Whooo's to say Kingdom Hearts was responsible for the way everything is now? Hrmm? Whooo's to say it wasn't because some, I dunno I'm just throwing ideas out, kids who fled the war? That sounds silly right? Show of hands, who thinks it's silly? Farfetched at least? Sooo this brings me back to my question...what do you plan to...do...exactly after all this, if you're wrong? We all gotta plan for what comes after. That's the problem with everyone these days. They think in the now now now, and they think goal goal goal, buuut they don't think of after the goal. You can have all the ding dong magic powers you want, but if you don't know what you're doing....."
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Master of Masters used his two present Eyes to effortlessly catch Xigbar's attack, before crushing it into dust.
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Xigbar narrowed his eye in disbelief, his mouth twisted into a grimace of shock. His normal bolts were strong enough to kill even the most stubborn of heartless, but his combined shots?
... The sniper had seen those lop heads off. Even if they didn't connect, the energy the crystalline bolts emitted were strong enough to singe flesh. Yet the cloaked figure had simply plucked his arrow out of the air as if it was a slow-moving paper airplane. No small feat, considering the sniper's bolts moved with enough speed to render them nearly invisible to the untrained eye.
Yet here he was, watching in disbelief the glowing projectile was crushed into dust and discarded like broken glass. In fact, the sniper's amber eye could even catch the shimmer of passing light as the shards fell into the abyss below. He raised the rifle, his sights following the interloper as he yet again returned to the floor below, yet his finger remained still over the trigger. Xigbar paused, locked into the stillness of a sniper lining up the perfect shot, but finally yielded to his superiors.
The Freeshooter lowered the rifle, his ego thoroughly bruised, and seated himself back upon his throne. He leaned back, pressing his back against the cold stone, but kept his rifle, still humming with dark energy, draped across on his knee. It was almost futile to keep the rifle summoned, but Xigbar wasn't above using the guy as target practice, inhuman reflexes or not, if only just to annoy him.
In one final act of pettiness, the Freeshooter distorts the very fabric of space itself. The floor far below him distorts, shrinking down into a small island suspended in a sea of nothingness. If he couldn't shoot the hooded figure, then he at least wasn't going to leave him any leg room.
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1. Xigbar shrinks the floor down into a little platform, just to be petty.
COOLDOWN:
Spacial Distortion: Braig can warp the size, shape, or layout of the room, creating odd-shaped platforms or other nonsensical structures.
[Duration: 2, Cooldown: 2]
Critical Snipe: Xigbar combined his arrowguns into a single rifle. Bolts do devastating damage upon impact.
[Duration: 2, Cooldown: 3]
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