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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2018 11:27:36 GMT -5
"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" Roxas' attack on the machine's clone did not go unnoticed. It would've however, had the reaction of the perversion of his master not been so overtly hostile! Black Waltz 3 always kept an eye on the puppeteer incase he decided to get involved himself and the way his eyes narrowed... that irritation in it's haunting mockery of a face... that was what the mage understood! With Roxas pushed back by the force of the doll, The Waltz sprung up, aided by the flapping of his wounded wings, flames bursting to life in his palms!
Distracted with the Keyblader, the puppeteer above could not stop this next attack! This... FAKE was stronger than he could ever be... Every time something fought him, it was a blow to his ego because they were stronger than him! His hatred pooled into the unholy flames he gripped him his palms as he slammed them together, merging them into one great fireball.
"Burn in hell, you perversion of perfection!" The machine roared as he threw his Fire-Fira combo down upon the strings that locked into the puppet's back! Instantly they traveled up and down the strings, burning them to pieces quickly, whatever Roxas didn't get with his keyblades! With a loud roar of agony, the puppet fell limp on the ground, unmoving and silent as the doll that it was... but that wasn't the end of the fight... While the Waltz clone had been neutralized, the puppet master had not!
Swelling in his victory, the Black Waltz 3 hadn't noticed the massive hand coming down to swat him like a fly, SMASHING him against the glass floor, his body skidding over to the bare edge of the round platform! Twitching, sparking, the machine lay at the end of rim of the battlefield face-down, his arm hanging limply off the side as the massive Puppeteer scuttled down from his web of strings, his feet lightly and deftly touching the glass floor for something of his size! He towered over both Roxas and the Waltz, staring down at them with baneful annoyance. With one hand, he reached out, small tendrils extending from his fingertips, looking to connect back with his puppet!
...Meanwhile Black Waltz 3's body was even more heavily damaged... His wings were bent in unhealthy directions, his chest... cracked according to these numbers. His energy output was SO LOW now, he could barely shift his gaze! How utterly pathetic...
"BBBZZRT!" Escaped his lips as he attempted to speak, his voice-box apparently damaged as well. "....Erro------... C-CR-crit-t-t-t-al dam-dam------ sustainnnned.... S-shut-down immanent..." Fira Cooldown: 2 posts Firaga Cooldown: 1 post Fire Cooldown: 1 post Thundara cooldown: 1 post Thunder cooldown complete
Black Waltz 3 took HEAVY damage from that swat and the Puppeteer is trying to reconnect with his puppet!@tag
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2018 4:46:35 GMT -5
“Waltz!”
Roxas ran to the station’s edge where a pulverized sorcerer teetered on the edge of oblivion. Instinct overcame all other reservations and the boy attempted to drag the giant avian as best as weight and the mage’s pride would allow. “C’mon man,” grunted Roxas as he tried to leverage the Black Mage to his feet if the larger adventurer would let him. It didn’t seem much use, Waltz was beat to hell. The giant puppeteer was scuttling along a sky web of stygian strands. Strings slithered down from its outstretched hand. The simulacrum of Black Waltz began to twitch and writhe eerily on the glass as unnatural animation began to convulse its form again.
“Please Waltz,” Roxas pleaded, his own body ebbing under the numbing weigh of bloodless and burns. “You gotta get …” The boy’s words were stilled by a gasping choke as pale serpentine lights coiled around his limbs. The power that Roxas shared through Sora was a wellspring the Nobody was often resistant to, his greatest strength carrying with it his fear of losing himself. Yet in this solicitude for a being he hardly knew, no longer hidden by boyish bravado or pretensions of indifference, the Light came easily and without that bitter struggle. Though refulgent, it was gentle and mild as the first rays of dawn easing the night’s chill. Its insistent momentum lifted Roxas from his knees and even off the ground. Too weak to struggle and too desperate to question why, The Key of Destiny obeyed that Light’s silent guidance and extended a hand up towards the impenetrable darkness above the webs and leering monster. There was nothing beyond, nothing to see up there, just emptiness and the inevitable decay of self before its own ever-mounting flaws.
Yet, Roxas felt something answer.
Small shinning circles rippled outward to form tiny motes of light across the station’s darkened glass, like raindrops pattering on a sidewalk. The rippling swelled to pools of radiance that overflowed until they erupted into pillars that defied the void above. Caught upward in these dawning geysers, Roxas blinked as the lucent tide eclipsed all sight. He heard only a horrifying inhuman shriek before even that too was drowned out in white noise, awash with whispers simultaneously familiar but a shade too faint to hear properly. That pure blaze sank into his very cells, weaving new tissues from nothing, reconstructing nerves and capillaries scoured into charred carbon by eldritch lightning. When the Light finally let him go, lowering him back down onto the glass, there lingered a wistful bittersweetness.
Mustering his faculties, Roxas got himself back in the zone and hastened over to see if he’d somehow just vaporized Black Waltz on accident. The opposite it turned out. The Light had mended metal, oil, and pinions just as surely as flesh and blood.
"Hey, you still here with me Black Waltz?”
@blackwaltz3 1) Roxas tries to get Black Waltz away from the edge 2) Roxas used Faith, repulsing the puppeteer with massive damage and healing himself and Black Waltz of massive wounds.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2018 9:07:40 GMT -5
"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" It wasn't as if Black Waltz 3 could resist Roxas' attempts at aid. He was barely even aware of the floor underneath him, let alone the danger of the impending fall into the abyss! Somehow, the child managed to drag the dead-weight machine far enough away that the risk of such a death was thoroughly negated, though his energy still drained out of him like the blood a human's would've sustaining such injuries.
Nothing... Blackness... Was this what death was? Cold? Lonely? No... He couldn't die here... There was too much at stake, too much! He couldn't afford it here! Half of him, his body, wanted to just give up... easily the weakest part of himself but his ego wouldn't let it... He wouldn't die... HE WOULDN'T DIE! HE CAN'T!
From within the void that enveloped him, a small light peered through, an eye whose vision would not be obscured by the hungry fog that was the darkness. No... it only grew stronger and stronger, chasing away the black until it now enveloped the Waltz!
Hey... You still here with me, Black Waltz?
"Tch... Cease your needless concern, boy..." the once wounded creature grumbled, the Waltz quickly leaning off him. Numbers flashed before his eyes, indicating that all the damage he had sustained had been repaired... almost as if he hadn't been at death's door. In fact, the entire battle-field seemed a little brighter now... Yes, he could make out even more of the ugly details his double possessed, but now he could also see the damage that radiated up the Puppeteer's fingertips where his cords were burned away...
"...Boy." The Waltz commanded, gesturing up at the spider-like copy of his master, noting the various webs of strings connecting the creature to the unseen ceiling above. "It was damaged when it's strings were cut... Destroy them. I shall obliterate my other."
Standing tall once again, the Black Waltz's fingers crackled with energy. It disgusted him he would be working as some kind of distraction but it was the best plan he could come up with. Roxas had blades far better for cutting and besides... Nothing would feel more satisfying than tearing down mockery such as this... Yes, it was more powerful than he but that did not matter. The destruction of this creature was all that did. Fira: 1 post cooldown The rest, cooldown complete @tag
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2018 4:25:27 GMT -5
Waltz’s brusqueness brought Roxas back to the present moment. He hurriedly stepped back from the synthetic sorcerer, neck burning with pointed embarrassment at his previous emphatic outburst. Fortunately (relatively anyway) the pressing demands of battle swept away that little awkward moment. Black Waltz outlined their priorities and divided their tasks. The young warrior nodded, trained enough to not belabor a logical plan in the heat of combat. “Got it.”
Tearing off across the station, sneakers thudding and slipping dangerously at times on the faded glass floor, Roxas’s sprint carried him around the edge in what he’d hoped would be a flanking maneuver that allow a clean swipe at the threads. Yet, with a chill, the boy saw the eyeless gap that would’ve been the false-Waltz’s face turned toward him. With a raised claw, Roxas felt his surrounding become inducted with a sweltering heat.
Swirling energies churned within the amber spheres, elementary particles accelerated to a state of catastrophe by sheer will. Roxas gave it everything he had in that long drawn out moment, senses alit with adrenaline and making him painfully aware of the auric orbs beginning to shudder like fulgent jumping beans and crash into each other. A born athlete, Roxas was no joke in the hundred meter dash, but superheated plasma was faster. He was thrown with a concussive thud against the glaze. An eardrum splitting roar brought on the agony of burning. The solar coronal ejection was a brilliant flare of unstable elections and ions that tore apart all non-plasmic matter upon a stellar shockwave. For a minute everything was just pain, light, and the magmatic drip of melting glass beneath his hands
Blinking away the dark spots dancing away his vision, the skin of his lashless eyelids protesting in crisp stings, Roxas found that he’d somehow remained conscious. Gritting his teeth though shooting twinges popping to life with every movement, Roxas made it back to his feet using a keyblade as leverage. Every part of him not scalded in grizzly streaks with serious fiery wounds was covered in sunburns like he’d slept weeks on desert sand. Well, thought Roxas, chapped lips cracking into a slightly delirious smile as he made the last mad dash toward the wire-like strings, this’d be one hell of farmer’s tan later.
Oblivion and Oathkeeper ignited at Roxas’ mental command as he threw caution and wellbeing to the wind in a painful leap, shifting his weight into a spinning downward sweep in mid air. Arcs of daylight and twilight whirled one after another in a dizzying ying-yang kaleidoscope. Strands severed and the puppet began to thrash wildly. Yet, as Roxas hit the floor again, the construct reeled on him, more deadly energies gathering in its claws.
"Not good ..."
1) Roxas is hit for massive damage by a Flare spell
2) Roxas severs some strings with Eclipse whirlwind
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2018 22:40:39 GMT -5
"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" Black Waltz No. 3 cared little for Roxas' embarrassment so long as he followed his commands. He fell in line, as he should've charging down the puppet master as Waltz himself spread his newly repaired wings and rushed down his double! The heartless, somehow, had the reason to recognize the keyblader as the bigger threat, wounding the machine's pride but more importantly, it moved it's puppet-mage over to intercept Roxas, sending a blast bigger than anything he had ever seen!
It was almost like a falling star... Waltz was dazzled by it's unholy radiance as it CRASHED upon the boy... The mere shockwave sent the genuine article Black Waltz reeling, his wings folded back behind him to lessen his surface area, his boots skidding back to the edge of their fighting platform with the darkness clawing at his heels!
There is no way he could've survived that... The Waltz thought to himself. AGAIN, this creature proved more powerful than he! This copy, this... FAKE! It had just obliterated his help and now he was to fight both creatures alone! How could... His eyes widened in shock as when the smoke and light cleared... there the boy knelt! Wounded and battered, smoking and hurt but ALIVE!
"How can this BE!?" The machine uttered, aghast... He had no time to ponder this quest as Roxas had done his duty, but this only seemed to anger the puppeteer! Creatures tended to move faster and get stronger when they were backed into a corner and this seemed to be the case for this creature as well! Dark energy surged from the Puppet, baring down to finish off Roxas but in the blink of an eye, the Machine appeared before his fake, his clawed fist SLAMMING into it's jaw in an uncharacteristic display of brute strength! This seemed to catch the puppeteer and his puppet off guard completely but... little did they know... the contact with Black Waltz 3 was the thing that would seal their fate... Suddenly, the dark puppet found himself completely encased in ice!... But not just him! It crawled up the remaining strings Roxas had left uncut, all the way up to the mastermind of this fight, consuming it too in a glacier shell of ice!
With a roar of power and fury, Black Waltz No. 3 Raised both his talon hands up to the sky, at the puppeteer, Lashing tendrils of Thundaga-electricity ripping at the web above! The voltage he summoned SCREAMED as it crushed and burned each thread, but there was still so many to go... He wouldn't be able to cut them all before they broke free....!
"BOY!" He demanded, his voice strained. "Now is your CHANCE! DESTROY THEM NOW!"
Uses Freeze which climbs up the puppet strings to the master, freezing both the copy-waltz and the puppeteer! Lasts for 1 post Cooldown: 3 posts
Uses Thundaga to cut the web the Puppeteer rests on above! Heavy damage Cooldown: 3 posts@tag
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2018 16:08:25 GMT -5
His body was giving out. Stellar fire had made a grizzly mess of him. Roxas’d avoided giving himself a glance over, knowing that it’d only evoke nausea or panic. He’d been running on borrowed time for the last minute, and a deathly numbness was quickly overtaking his limbs. The back of his head swirled with that vertigo that pulls you down into sleep, a dark swirling feeling that shook thoughts loose and cast into them into the dark pools of the subconscious. There is only so long that adrenaline can keep you going when there’s nothing left, and even a will as stubborn as Roxas’ couldn’t keep mind over matter forever.
Roxas’ rescue came in a rush a cold and motion. Black Waltz barreled into the fray, interposing himself between Roxas and the puppet. It seemed just a sucker-punch, but the Keyblader had painfully gotten to know this trick personaly. A cold snap brought glacial rigidness to all their surroundings, the simulacrum’s strings seeming like pine needless bowed by snow on a Noel night. As a following thunderclap brought sheets of shattered icicles down on the frosted glass, dark feathers, ice, and crackling ozone blurred together in Roxas’ fading vision, as if a murder of crows had descended with a winter storm.
Black Waltz’s command yanked Roxas above the rising waters of unconsciousness, There wasn’t time to think, not enough energy to pace himself. He’d need everything.
The Keyblade let out one long breath, abandoning the pain, the panic, all thoughts of what come after. There was only this one moment. Nothing else existed. Holding onto that single point of focus, Roxas shifted his aching charred muscles into a Kenjustu stance. There was second of utter stillness, a stoney passivity that was more fitting for a statue then a warrior, and then Roxas was gone.
The only trace of his passing was a trail of gentle sakura blossoms, roseate petals drifting among the strings and static. The last strings didn’t shatter but rather simply fell apart from a single surgically clean cut. But so did Roxas, Keyblades vanishing into distillate light as the boy crumpled to his knees.
There came a roar, a terrible inhuman scream and the hateful flash of enormous violet eyes. Roxas’ world dissolved into cloying darkness and cherries crisp with lingering frost.
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1) Roxas struggles to main consciousness through debilitating damage
2) Roxas uses Zantetsuken to shatter the remaining strings
3) Roxas collapses from his wounds
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Post by Deleted on Aug 24, 2018 17:54:35 GMT -5
"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" ..... Once Roxas awoke and his injuries having less firm a grasp, he would find himself cradled in the machine's arms, carrying him towards a door.... The creature? They were nowhere to be found. What could be heard though was that off in the distance, the pillars that had once held them were starting to rumble and sink into the dark, the colored-glass stair-platforms falling and crashing one by one into an invisible floor below. Waltz glanced down and would spot the child awakening, the mage letting out a heavy sigh before directing his gaze back upward. "You killed it." Waltz growled, an annoyed edge in his voice. "Before even I could blast it away to save your sorry hide, you managed to shatter the creature and it faded into the darkness. It seems that... perhaps we are reaching the end of this.... whatever this is."Black Waltz 3 snarled as he remembered Roxas' shattered, broken body within the ice-caves... How was he have to fight here if he was beaten there? Were they even really here? Ugh. Questions for later. For now, they had a place to be. "Do not think you have made a 'friend' this day." The winged mage reminded him as they stepped into the light..... The mage blinked and suddenly, they found themselves back where they were before... whatever had happened had happened. "...Is it over...?" He questioned, staring around at the shimmering (if melting) cavern walls. "Am I back...?"@tag
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Post by Deleted on Sept 15, 2018 21:30:27 GMT -5
Black Waltz’s voice came Roxas through the blur of roiling consciousness. He was moving, but all of his limbs were heavy and numb. The faint feathery touch of the sorcerer’s ruffed robe against his cheek told the boy that he was being carried. Maybe in more lucid circumstances feeling like a weighted river stone about to be tossed would’ve been more concerning, yet exhaustion dulls fear as well as reflex and Roxas’ brain mostly registered a distinct preference for being carried then being Flared into a crisp. The great otherworldly cathedral they’d trekked through was crumbling, an avalanche of black stone and broken glazed glass tumbling like glittering starlight into the night’s vast void. Roxas tried to make out the meaning of his companion's words over the resounding ruination Morpheus’ phantasmal wonders before the stirring tremors of approaching wakefulness. He was reminded not to consider this the start of some friendly repartee, sending a pained but genuine crack of a smile across Roxas’ burned semblance.
“Wouldn’t dream of it…”
And all was Light and the dissolution of the Heart’s cryptic transcendence.
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A chill assaulted Roxas’s more natural senses along with pain of a more tangible nature. Back in the physical world where rules of weight and momentum were enforced with more consistently, Roxas toppled back on the ice, managing to catch himself with an outstretched arm but also receiving nauseous dizziness in return. His heavy fur-lined climbing clothes were a mess, perforated and charred by weaponized fire and static. Even the great glacial cavern seemed the worse for wear after their struggle, glistening with scintillating melting coutures after being battered unceasingly by heat and light.
Black Waltz asked the question Roxas’s groggy neurons had been slogging through. “Yeah I think so.” the boy managed through a cough. “Lot less airships and purple-eye guys…”
The keyblader looked up at the wizard, charred claw-marks blackening his temples where the point-blank black magic had lanced through his body like applied diodes. Steely blue eyes held both the knowledge that he was at Black Waltz’s mercy and the inevitable unspoken question. What now?
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Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2018 22:31:25 GMT -5
"Get out of my way! Do you dare fight a Black Waltz?" Yes... What, oh what would happen now? Black Waltz 3 stared down at the boy who lay burned and broken upon the ice, he who stared back with an equally frosty gaze. Roxas knew he was at the machine's mercy, something he very rarely if ever offered. It would've been so easy... One last thundaga and this boy was history. Blasted to atoms, not a trace of a body nor the ash of one. He would be a dead kid upon the piles of dead kids that had been growing since the inception of the Black Waltzes. Black Waltz raised a hand, seemingly aiming a finger down towards the boy... only for a potion to *POP* into existence right beside him! His only purpose is to kill... and he had an utter blood-bath... shadow-bath... The point was, there was so much death, his programming had been satisfied. This little potion here...? Merely a gesture that marked him as prey for the Waltz, a kill he would collect on at a later date. "You have served me... When you could have easily fought me." Black Waltz 3 acknowledged, nodding at the potion before him. "Take it as a... 'gift' from me."
Whether or not Roxas chose to take the machine's offering of generosity, the Black Waltz would spread his wings and with one mighty PUSH, he shot up into one of the higher chambers of the cavern. He didn't care one way or another. Let Roxas' pride freeze him to death here in the cavern or let his practicality save his skin... Whatever the boy decided, Black Waltz 3 would be content with it... He walked slowly out of the cavern and into the morning sun, sighing softly in contentment. Time to grab another body... @tag
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2018 6:57:54 GMT -5
The poultice’s worked its chemical wonders on Roxas’ body in moments, quickening his cells to divide and seal. There was a kind of morbid bewilderment in watching wounds close and nerves reknit, like one of those stop motion nature documentaries in school. The difference here bearing that the subject was you, bodily processes made far less a quiet mystery by being sped up to visibility. It left one with a combination of wonder and disquiet, the brute organic nature of life bare of illusion. Though in a way Roxas found that grossness kinna reassuring after going through such a surreal expeirence.
He looked upward toward the Ice Cavern’s roof where the dark winged form had vanished in a rush of air, foreboding, and feathers. Mixed messages was an understatement. Resentment and lingering pain mingled with something more ephemeral. It wasn’t hope exactly, certainly not for Waltz suddenly stopping the murder-bot routine. Yet despite finding Waltz neither pleasant to be around nor exactly bursting with redeeming qualities, Roxas couldn’t really muster hate anymore, not of the blind sort anyway. That was the sometimes annoying byproduct of knowledge, of learning the why behind the who of someone. The Heart latches on to the similarities amidst far more obvious differences, hounding you with the glimmers of yourself others possess by chance, even if they probably don’t deserve your sympathy.
A thing had been created as a tool, angry at yet cowed by its creators, too conscious to be content yet not able to break out of the cycle. There weren’t quite enough layers of differences for Roxas to avoid some disquiet. If not for Axel and Xion, would this’ve been him?
The great glacial chasm had no time for empty what ifs, their numbing cold filtering through the now thoroughly compromised fabric of his climbing gear. With a sigh, Roxas rose and steadied himself for the long climb ahead, unable to shake that leaden weight where another’s heart beat.
FIN
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