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Post by Mirage Arena Mod on Jun 13, 2018 20:08:40 GMT -5
 | | The Darkness. A seemingly endless abyss of maddening corridors. Cold and ruthless as ever. To step into the nest of a colossal heartless in such away that these heroes, these villains, these warriors, these kings and oracles and chosen ones did could have only welcomed a perilous fate. Each and every one of them had knowledge of what awaited in the dark, how vile it could truly be, and yet these warriors dove. But the undertow was vicious in some spots. The massive manifestation of the Darkside heartless was also what was left of the footing of their path. They'd walked right into the darkness' trap and were now prey to its unforgiving hunger. Down, down, down they fell, time and distance nonsensical in that fall. Pitch black only seemed to get darker the moment the eyes adjusted. The sounds of close comrades faded haplessly leaving that pressing feeling of the utter lonliness. Breathing the stale air and the painfully slow fall didn't seem to be the reason. It was as though the air was heavy, a cruel burden. It might have taken some time to realize that no falling was occurring at all, just existence...just floating. Maybe at one time there was a fall, but it stopped evidently, though feet did not touch any ground, and in experimentation it might have in fact been realized that movement through the air was possible, almost like swimming. Adjustment in the form of sight might have revealed just a subtle glow as though a mountain range slept far below in the distance, blue and purple hues seeming to pulsate slowly. There were other forms here but everything was so dark, it was hard to tell what was around. Some of them seemed to float and move experimentally in the dark as well. Some of them weren't moving at all...
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2018 13:39:07 GMT -5
Mickey lost consciousness for a moment. Perhaps it just felt as though he had. The fall was painless and yet heart wrenchingly painful all at the same time. Once again he was in the clutches of the dark realm but it wasn't himself that he was most worried about. All around him in the cruel silent pitch black, Mickey reached and he searched but he couldn't see or feel his friends anywhere! Panic was beginning to set in by the time Mickey's descent seemed to even out. He'd been almost to that point of believing he might fall forever.
The mouse king found himself panting though breathing wasn't exactly taxing. His heart was pitter pattering as though it somehow knew the darkness' desire to consume it. His eyes were watering as he blinked and tried to figure out where he was or where the others were. "Riku?"he tried, his voice seeming to travel out in some sort of crystalline echo that made it sound absolutely haunted. His majesty audibly gulped as he tried moving forward in the dark, swimming or crawling meaning exactly the same things here. "Sora?!" he called becoming fearful. Had he truly been foolish enough to not only end up lost in the darkest maw that he'd ever seen but also drag some of the world's last hope in the chosen few down with him? "Namine?" her powers were very mysterious. She was a seer, maybe she could help him find the others!
Something in the distance caught his eye. It looked like it could have been a person floating out there. Desperately he moved toward it. "Riku?!" he called out to the figure. "Sora?!" he tried again as he was drawing closer. "Hullo?" he tried uncertainly. Mickey paused glancing around him. There were more figures. It occurred to him that they could have been Neoshadows but surely they'd have heard him and not a single yellow eye was trained on him as far as he could tell. It was actually unnerving to him that in such a vast expanse of darkness he couldn't see any heartless at all anywhere.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2018 17:39:03 GMT -5
"WHOAAAAAAAAH!?!" Ven couldn't contain his panicked yells as he was abruptly plunged into the realm's blindingly dark depths. The void burned against his protective helmet like a flaming grip as any other traces of light disappeared into the nothingness around; a fact that was especially concerning considering the Keyblade Armor was literally built to protect it's wearers against darkness. Maybe he should've taken a little more caution charging head-first into the purposefully titled Realm of Darkness.Then again, why did Xion have the ability to come here anywa-
"Xion!" Suddenly remembering the company he'd brought on this trip, the frazzled blonde frantically flipped over in the void trying to get his bearings; searching up and down, left and right trying to locate where his comrades had disappeared off too. What if they hadn't fell and were still fighting that giant Unversed?! Spurned on as his determination rose, the youth thrust his hand out as particles of light began to cascade off of his form in a faint trail; the magic of his gliding ability returning control of movement to Ventus once more as he summoned his keyblade. "Don't worry! I'm com-"
"Riku?"
"Sora?"
"Hullo?"
Ven' assuring dialogue abruptly fell to silence as a shrill and familiar voice glanced the youth's ears. Swerving around to face the voice, he squinted hard trying to peer through the veil of shadow clouding his vision... "Hah... No way." He'd thought that he saw Mickey earlier... was his eyes really not playing tricks on him?! Excitedly cautious at the prospect of reuniting with his long lost friend, Ven hastily quickened his gliding pace towards swimming mouse's silhouette, waving his keyblade to hopefully attract the mouse with its glow. "Mickey? ...Is that you!?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2018 20:19:42 GMT -5
ONE SKY, ONE DESTINY
The boy was overcome by alien sensations of cold misty fingers creeping over and numbing needles prickling through his skin. Sora blinked a couple times then realized he wasn't fighting a Darkside anymore. Instead he was shunted away and left adrift.. falling.. or perhaps rising. He was doing something through the void. He scanned it for substance but was disappointed to find its familiar vacuum to be the same as that time long long ago. It pulsed with a weak twinge of red and violet and navy.
He remembered his brief moment in the darkness, this darkness. A long time ago, Sora became a heartless and this was the place where he recalled being in that short time. It wasn't a haunting memory but it lingered within his mind as a weeping echo.
Was it then? Was he a heartless?
No. He felt whole and complete. He was Sora, the bearer of the key.
He resisted the grip of despair here in the dark. His heart pushed against the pressure of darkness and it guided the boy as if he was swimming to shore. Sora persisted to find a way out. He tried to make out the shapes and figures of other people but the formless void was full of false hope. Aimlessly gathered but too far to reach were things that seemed to be heartless or people.
"Hello?" He called.
He was unanswered.
"Anybody?" He asked again, half expecting heartless to appear.
But none answered.
All that was left to do was paddle ahead, letting his heart be his guiding key.
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Post by Naminé on Jun 20, 2018 19:38:04 GMT -5
Namine’s body was still as she floated through the dark abyss. Her eyes were closed but moving underneath her eyelids as a reaction to the dream that she was having. Her body arched backwards creating an N shape and her arms were hanging Loosely at her sides. Oddly enough there was no pain, there was nothing, nothing at all. She floated through the empty Darkness as it became a blanket to wrap her in. She didn’t feel anything, no pain, no cold or hot, just darkness. In the distance someone was calling her name but in her state currently she heard nothing.
Inside the dream that the young nobody was having she could see what looked to be radiant Garden. There was a young child with auburn hair picking flowers. The young girl was very familiar, but for some reason her name has slipped Naminé’s mind. Namine was looking at the scene from an outside perspective. Her physical body was see through, and people and creatures simply walked right through her paying her no mind. She stared at the little girl before some strange creatures attacked. The girl was rescued by yet another familiar face. Blue hair and blue eyes rush to the little girl's side. Soon the two were talking. Anytime name was said it sounded muffled and fuzzy. The memory witch try to shake her head a few times thinking it was maybe her ears, but it did not help. Another figure had approached, this time it was a mouse. He also seemed very familiar. Almost like she had just seen him not too long ago.
The talking Mouse had vanished after his exchange with the blue haired woman, and the two girls were left alone. The younger one gave the blue haired one some flowers. An exchange between the two of them was endearing. Namine couldn’t help but Place her hand over her heart at the scene that was playing out before her. Another voice seem to have called out for the younger girl, but as before it was muffled. Then the blue haired woman touch the necklace that the young girl was wearing. A light washed over the pendant on the necklace, and Namine herself began to feel for the first time since stuck with in her dream. She felt warm as if the very same light was washing over her as well. She look down at her see-through figure and noticed that she was slightly glowing now. She tilted her head at the Curious glow before her attention went back to the duo of familiar girls.
Those words for strange to Namine, but not in a bad way. For some reason the words gave her a strange sense of purpose. It felt almost like it was a task that she herself had completed and would continue to complete. She didn't fully understand it but it made her feel fulfilled and......happy.
The scene then quickly changed. Colors washed all around Namine. Next thing she knew she was looking at the same girl but she was much older. There was no mistaking that auburn hair and those ocean blue eyes. This time she was trapped inside of a room and her hand reached out to someone else.
a voice called out.
“ wait….. was that… my voice?” Namine thought. Her eyes went to follow the young Auburn girl’s hand that was now connected to another hand, but by the time their hands connected once again there was another glow, this time it was so bright, and the translucent Namine once again began to Glow even brighter. Namine never got to see herself on the other end of that interaction because now she found herself in complete darkness. She looked on her hands and she still seemed to be in a translucent kind of state. She looked around in the Darkness and soon other translucent figures joined her. They were countless figures there, but only a few of them currently showed extreme detail and coloration. She looked at each of their faces. Their eyes were closed. Slowly names came to her as she looked at each of the figures.
“Sora, Riku, Mickey, Xion, Ventus, Lexaeus, Vexen.” She said their names one by one as she looked at each face. She looked behind her and there were three other figures showing detail. One was an older man with blond hair and a blond beard and mustache. “ Ansem.” The next was the girl from the vision she just saw. The one with auburn hair. “Kairi.” The name had suddenly come back to her. The final form that revealed itself in the Darkness was the blue haired girl….. no..... not blue…… aqua. “Aqua.”
There was a pulsing feeling and Namine’s head began to hurt. Aqua’s and Ansem’s eyes began to open and she could feel a pair of gold eyes watching her. The darkness was watching, The Darkness was always watching. Something almost seemed off and ominous about the two figures that she had ultimately came to rescue. She quickly turned her head towards aqua and ansem and she all the sudden got a rather bad feeling. The Hope seem to be draining from them. The light was becoming more distant in their features. Someone once again called her name, but before she knew what was going on there was a flash of light and Namine opened her eyes in the Realm of Darkness.
“what….what happened.” Namine groaned as she pulled herself up right. She looked around in the darkness and could not see anyone. No figures of no familiar faces we're watching her. The feeling of those gold terrifying eyes we're no longer upon her. Even so the darkness was still there, still keeping a watch over the little flies that found their way into its web. She looked down at her body and noticed she was more solid but still giving off a slight glow. Should tilted her head and reached over to pinch her arm. “ouch!” she said. “ Guess this is real.” She seemed pretty decent at controlling her body despite the floating. She stretched her legs out and stood in the empty space as if she was standing on Solid Ground. As she stood there she tried to remember exactly what had just happened before her dream had a occurred. “the giant heartless.” She looked around to see if it was still nearby, but still nothing came to her eyes.
She felt so alone. It was the one thing that Namine feared and hated the most. The darkness seem to have picked up on this trait of hers and was trying to weigh her down with the loneliness. However, there were others. She did remember them. Remembering them and remembering that she wasn't alone in this realm seem to have caused her body to Glow even brighter. They had to be around here somewhere. That’s when she heard people calling for each other a good distance off. One called for her, Sora, and Riku. It was clearly Mickey’s voice there was absolutely no mistaking it. Another voice called for anybody. That voice belong to Sora. Another voice, one that she was unfamiliar with in particularly, called for xion. “So xion is here? I thought I felt her a while ago. Maybe that’s why she was in my dream.” this sort of posed as a problem. Xion's design ended up being able to absorb sora's memories out of Roxas. Sora, himself, was there not too far away. If the to meet and are in contact for too long it was possible that Xion may accidentally do the same thing. Namine would have to take it upon herself to make sure that that didn't happen. She would have to actively keep they're memories apart. This entire situation just got way more complicated for the memory witch. Regardless, she couldn't protect their memories and keep them separate if she wasn't able to find them. So the real question was how was she going to guide them to her?
Namine look down to her glowing form. “……that could work.” This wasn’t the first time that Namine appeared to glow in the dark. Do to her features she always appear to do just that. Many times in people’s hearts and Minds when she was contacting them her figure would glow before their eyes with what she was guessing was the light that made up the princess of heart, kairi.
The voices were coming from all around her so it was hard to pinpoint exactly where she should turn and look. So Naminé raised her hands up into the air and wave them as fast as she could. It was possible that people have already started to locate her glowing form, but just in case they haven't, she figured she would make an extra effort so she would not be alone anymore. “Over here!” she called out “follow the light if you can see it.” She was hoping that the light would cut through the darkness and that others could indeed see her, but it wasn’t 100% for sure. Her brain racked to try to figure out another plan if this hadn’t worked. It also occurred to her that maybe staying put was the best option. If she moved it was possible that she would actually be moving away from people.
With flailing arms and a posture that made her look as if she was actually standing on the ground rather than floating in air the young girl called out for her party. “Sora, Riku, King Mickey, xion, anyone, please!” her voice dripped of desperation and still had lingering hope within it. The darkness hadn’t gotten the best of her yet.
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Post by Xion on Jun 21, 2018 17:19:44 GMT -5
It was dark...way too dark. Not enough light. You never knew what lurked in the darkness, or what nightmares might come. Nightmares, that was the word. The darkness called to her, taunted her, whispers all around her repeated words from the past; 'Broken, useless, dangerous, pathetic, "it", puppet...' still more voices would join the first; her 'forgotten' friends: Roxas calling after her, trying to find her. Axel, telling her she's no puppet in his eyes. Riku, telling her she had someone else's memories. And then others; 'him', the one whose name she won't even think for fear he would materialize just at a thought, telling her her true purpose; the blue-haired male, calling her broken and worthless. The voices get louder, seemingly fighting each other in a cacophony of chaos, all vying to be heard, to be the loudest.
She shook them away, like a bad dream, and tried to focus on what was around her and where Ventus might be. After all, they had come on a mission; back when they had first met, Xion had promised her new friend that if there was a possibility they might find his friends, she would help. And they had been led here, through one of the Dark Corridors, to this place. 'This place' seemed to be nothing, and after the encounter with a huge monstrous Heartless Xion was pretty sure she had never seen before, the ground had vanished. They had fallen, and Xion had found that the darkness separated everyone very quickly. And was it really possible to call the motion she found herself doing 'falling'? It seemed more like slowly descending through a thick fog but it wasn't really fog; and there was little she could do in regard to controlling it. However, after a few tries she found she could move, if she was determined, in a sort of directed manner not quite walking but sort of, but very slowly. It was nerve-wracking, being unable to really control how she moved or how fast.
"Veeeeennnn?? Are you there??"
Soon enough, she would hear a voice, and others but they were quickly muffled. The closest one sounded familiar but at the same time it wasn't. She would try to direct her movement forward toward the voice. She would spiky hair, reminding her of Roxas and instilling a moment of panic that her best friend might be lost here too; but this hair was different. And so was the person the spiky messy hair was attached to. Blue eyes, brownish hair instead of the blonde, and a face that, as he became clearer through the darkness, was very familiar.
"Are you...Sora?"
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Post by Mirage Arena Mod on Jun 23, 2018 22:59:52 GMT -5
| | So much noise... The darkness stirred in its irritation, roiling tresses of inky abyss crashing in waves over the dimly illuminated mountain ranges with a feverish silence. The darkness liked the silence. It liked the cold. It preferred the endlessness. It could finally sleep and awaken when it wished, the vast expanse of dark the playground for its faithful skeletal servants. The odd illumination pulsating in warning as whatever waited far below stirred. Something was waking up. Something sensed its unwanted company, hearts so loud that every heartless in the vicinity was wild with need, but hearts no less. Some of them were painfully radiant like a sharp ringing amplified. As words beyond comprehension formed desperate cries and hopeful conversation, the mountain range began to move and unfurl in fluid motion. Something absolutely collossal was rising to a full height, a height that rivaled the old clock tower that marked the path to Neverland. Like that clock's gigantic glowing face, a pair of eyes opened in the disturbance, one of them directly behind the mouse. The giantic beast uncurled a set of bat like wings and beat them unleashing a devasting gust of wind out at those lost in the dark.  [HP=200/200]
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2018 13:08:29 GMT -5
Golly it was dark here. It sure was strange that the instinct the mouse had then when someone responded to him was to squint in the darkness toward them. That voice was familiar but distantly so. Mickey was so sure he knew it but couldn't place it. It almost sounded like...but that wasn't possible...but then it also sounded like it could've been...but that wasn't possible either. The mouse king twisted with the ebb of the darkness that held him suspended to try and face the approacher. What was coming toward him was a shining keyblade. "Sora?" Mickey sounded hopeful and relieved at the same time as he pushed his gloved hands outward from his chest trying to sort of 'swim' toward the boy approaching him. But that light illuminating on the boy's face. That wasn't Sora. He knew that face well, and it gave the mouse pause. There was no way that it could have possibly been so! But it was! A girl's cry in the darkness that Mickey didn't recognize confirmed it. He was here. He was really here. Tears welled in the mouse's eyes. "Ventus?" He questioned in the dark. "Is that really you?" How long had it been? How long had the king gone wondering if there was truly any way this boy would open his eyes...and now, here he was right in front of him!
A distant glowing form was waving far behind where Ventus was before him and Mickey's eyes were briefly cast in that direction. "Namine! We're here!" he desperately projected, his gloved hands forming a triangle shape in front of his nose in hopes that his voice would carry. Who was that girl that called to Ventus? He couldn't see her in the dark, and where was Sora and Riku? Questions and fear crashed into the mouse at an absolute onslaught. He'd felt the roiling dark congealing below him this entire time, but by the time he felt that gathering tunnel of something sinister rising up directly behind him it was too late.
That mountainous pair of slitted yellow eyes opened groggily in the dark, Mickey's form barely stretching the distance between the two lids himself as was close enough to the mouse's form to compare. The illumination on his back was like burning hot moonlight and the king wheeled around to view the monster. The kingdom key manifested in the mouse's shaking gloved hand but a sudden flap of the monstrous bat wings sent out a strong gust that had the mouse king sailing backward with a squeak directly at Ventus. Desperately Mickey tried to grab hold of the boy's hand but was barely able to manage a patch of cloth. Once Mickey was able to at least right himself and gain his wide-eyed bearings, his hand rose above him and a ball of light began to gather there above his head serving both as a weapon he would hurl forth at the monster and a beacon for those in the vicinity though it was his preference that people stay safe if they could, he knew Sora and Riku at least wouldn't hesitate and Namine had a penchant for getting herself into trouble.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2018 21:48:14 GMT -5
"MICKEY!" Beyond the cover of his helmet's visor, Ventus' entire face lit up in the darkness at the sight of his long lost friend. Abandoning all pretenses, the youth glided forward to just tackle the mouse in a full-on bear hug... before Ventus was abruptly thrown off balance as the darkness around them quaked. The darkness had seemingly awoken... it breathed like a living entity, taking form into another gargantuan beast that seemed to share traits with the last.
Piercing yellow eyes. Like an almost ironic light that dwelled in these beasts of eternal darkness.
Forms as black as the shadows they rose up from; threatening to swallow the hearts of any nearby with simply their presence.
As the beast rose up, unfurling it's demonic wings to their full span while it peaked at its gargantuan height, Ventus' keyblade wound around into it's natural backwards grip while the wielder snapped to attention. His entire body shuddered underneath the gaze of this creature... even that unversed Trinity Armor had nothing on these things. "Just what kind of unversed are these things anyway?!" The kid was shaken to say the least... but that didn't mean he'd been any deterred. Danger like this was where true keyblade wielders shined. Managing an unseen grin despite their conditions, Ven shifted his head confidently in Mickey's direction. "Don't worry, Mickey. We got thi-WOAH!"
Ven was cut off mid-assurance though as said mouse was sent careening into him by the force of Chernabog's beating wings. As Mickey's gloved hands tugged at his armor's plates for support, the youth tumbled back in time with the smaller keyblade wielder for a good few seconds before the both of them regained balance. Breathing out a laugh, the armored wielder let the light of Mickey's charging attack cover his retaliation before the blonde once more shifted into battle. Dashing forward, Ven flipped the grip on the Wayward Wind to more closely resemble that of traditional holds as he aimed towards Chernabog's enormous chest. "Light!" In seconds, a beam of light shot from the tip of Ven's keyblade, blazing through and cutting it's way through the darkness in an attempt to clear the path for Mickey with a spell crafted to dispel barriers in kind.
"Your turn, Mickey!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2018 16:18:13 GMT -5
ONE SKY, ONE DESTINY
A figure formed from nebulous nether, mumbling muffled babbling. Though somewhat frightening, he was drawn to its presence like there was a magnetic attraction. He let himself drift closer with his movement locked on sort of light a current.
"Namine?" He was unsure if it was her for there was a different tone and pitch to the voice of the female figure. Then familiarity filled his heart though there was dissonance echoing from within the etchings of his heart where his memories had been reorganized. Distorted memories of intimate conversations... sensations of a salty yet sweet taste... feelings of strong regret and of distant hope.
"Xion?" He asked, though his voice was guided by the heart of his other, Roxas. For a brief moment he wasn't sure who he was. Was he still Sora or was he Roxas now? He couldn't recognize it but the darkness was attacking this vulnerability. The piece of Xehanort inside was stirring, and would eventually need to be quelled. But for now, the entangling of Sora's bonds to his heart were merely plucked like a harp in chords of dissonance.
Confusion compounded once he approached the girl. Both of them were wearing the organization cloaks and the boy recalled yet another memory. His heart lingered in a state of disorientation and he wondered if he was just looking at himself... herself Xion in a black mirror. Then she appeared to be Sora and he was very sure that he was Roxas. But when she spoke the boy was snapped back to reality.
"Are you... Sora?"
The reflection was shattered as a monstrous anguish gripped his heart. He and Xion's memories were intertwined there, parallel vectors entering non-euclidean space and crossing where they should not have cross in a perfect world. Sora's heart felt dislodged from Roxas but in waiting for the chaos to calm that he felt his identity reforming from the knowledge of what happened. It wasn't comfortable in anyway to see the unhappy memories of Roxas and Xion's final moments.
"I know who you are." He said, no longer wavering in confusion.
"You're Xion." Warmth remained in his heart from saying her name. But his skin was brushed by a cold current from the surrounding darkness.
He looked away from Xion to the vibrating swells of darkness. Light, however dim, revealed the silhouette of a lurking mountain. It woke and Sora was reminded of an old battle at the End of the World. He couldn't recall the name of the demon appearing before them but its glowing eyes were unforgettable. Its wings beat a gale strong enough to send the boy backwards. But he quickly regained his buoyancy in the darkness, physical disorientation was far more manageable.
"This guy's not gunna be easy to take down!" Sora said.
Then a beam of light pierced the darkness. The boy looked at its source seeing Mickey and... Roxas?
"Where's Riku?" He asked, wondering if he was hallucinating. He knew he entered the realm with Namine and met with Riku and the king. Sora didn't have time to wonder. He sprung into action, summoning the keyblade to his hand. It would be dangerous to approach the demon, so he raised his weapon and let his heart beat with a magical pulse.
A volley of ice shot at the enemy, a simple blizzard spell that was all the boy could muster for now.
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Post by Naminé on Jul 3, 2018 13:09:01 GMT -5
After hearing Mickey’s voice in the distance Naminé stopped trying to wave them over to her. The darkness displaced the voices so they sounded all around her. It was hard to pinpoint where they were coming from. Namine simply closed her eyes and concentrated on the one thing the Darkness could not displace, their hearts. There are so many bright Hearts around that it was easier for her to get the direction she needed to follow them. Mickey’s bright heart guided the way in the nothingness. Sora’s unyielding heart called out to all who listened. Xion's innocent growing heart absorbed everything it could. Time would elapse for her and her heart would grow stronger. If the Witch of Memory had known that there was a possible another way…..if she had just took the time to look back than, maybe things would have played out for Xion differently. Her growing heart was proof of everything that Mordred had told her. Xion was a different case but it was as clear as day to the blonde Nobody. Now, however, wasn't time to dwell on it. Finally, there was another heart as well, one that Namine both didn’t know and knew at the same time. She never met this person, but somewhere in the vast nothingness from long ago she came in contact with his heart. It was him, the one part of the missing puzzle pieces that laid dormant in Sora's heart. When she had initially pit the pieces of Sora's memories back together, there were parts that didn't seem to belong to him. So she left them out. It wasn’t till later that she realized that those other parts might not have belonged to Sora's direct memories , they indeed still belonged to Sora's heart. The memories told so much of a story that was missing. There was so much pain, sadness, and anger in those memories that when she pit things in motion to have them return to Sora, she felt a little bad about it. Amongst all of the pain and sadness though they were memories friendship, Good Times, and adventures. There was love in those memories and it ultimate sealed the decision to return the memories too Sora. This other young man, who's heart she was sensing was part of all that. However, he was only half of the whole. There was another. Naminé moved her body through the darkness. One foot in front of the other her float looked more like a walk on solid ground. She head towards the cluster of hearts that all weren’t to far from each other. The hearts started to Converge on each othe. The unyielding and innocent hearts met. And the brightest and known hearts met. The Nobody stopped in her tracks as she witnessed the interaction that they took on. She smiled softly to herself as hearts came together after a long time apart. And precious meetings for the first time took place. There was room for concerns, however. There were hearts that were missing that were once there to begin with. It occurred to her that some of The Rescuers might have just become the rescuees. The other thing that concerned Naminé was still Xion and Sora. They seemed to have found each other but could leave room for her to start absorbing Sora's memories. The Nobody advanced towards the hearts until their owner were in view. But, there was something else that cane into view along with them. A pair of big, hunting yellow eyes laid just behind the King and the masked boy. Naminé froze. Terror was something she knew that went beyond just mimicking her Other's emotions. “ LOOK OUT! BEHIND YOU!” She finally managed to choke out, but the warning came too late. The Creature beat it massive wings and the heroes went flying backward, tumbling through the air. Naminé’s arms flew up in front of her face in defense as the gust reached her. She tried to with stand the first, but there wasn’t actually solid ground under her to help. She bodies form and arc saved her from tumbling around, but there was nothing there to stop her from being blown back. The gust passed, Naminé’s arms returned to her sides, and she saw the others had already lept into action. Mickey’s charging spell illuminated the creature that was before them even more. It wasn't a heartless but it was very clearly dark and in there way. Naminé had hoped that this would go better than fighting the the Darkside did. As She looked around she realized that there once again not much she could do to help. She was useless as herself and that thought left room for depression and darkness to take over. Right now she was surrounded by keybladers that could take on offensively or defensively. She could turn into someone to help, but who? Floating there thinking about it wasn't going to help anyone. Naminé could loan support as extra defense. Her offense might not do much damage but it was better than nothing. She snapped her fingers an d three creeper nobodies in flying form made their way to her through the darkness. After flying around her a few times a silent exchange was made. One Creeper flanked Sora and Xion read to catch or defend. The second creeper did the same for Mickey and Ven. The third got up close and personal with the demon of Bald Mountain. It attempted the fly up, getting as close as possible to its neck, before shedding its flying form in favor of a sword form, and slicing at the creatures neck as many times as it was possible. Naminé floated between the two groups that had formed. Her Sketchbook was summoned to her hand as she prayed and hoped for an idea of who might be better suited to turn into to fight the creature of Bald Mountain.
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Post by Xion on Jul 7, 2018 8:37:28 GMT -5
It seemed to Xion that there were fewer voices in the dark than originally, and she was overcome with a dreadful suspicion that there was a menacing purpose to this misty, enveloping, deceiving darkness that hid everything and its intent seemed to be to twist thoughts and memories and even possibly identity to confuse and disorient and discourage, to turn those unfortunate enough to fall into its unending depths into nothing but lost hopes, dreams, and lost souls. The idea of becoming nothing more than scattered memories, losing oneself to the vast and unfeeling darkness, to become part of that nothingness, lost and alone until there was nothing left to separate you from the dark... Was a nightmare Xion was not willing to think about right now. And right now, she was not alone. As she and Sora met, Xion felt a sharp pain in her head, and flashes of images rushed through her mind, perhaps of her past she did not yet know all about?
"Who am I? Who AM I??" "Try this, you'll like it. It's mine and Axel's favorite." "A sham...worthless" "It's just..I remember things..about the two of them..." "I can't, not now, not the way I am..but what would it take..to be like you two?" "....thank you...Riku.." "You're both my best friends...never forget.. that's the truth.." But....you can't really forget someone..when they're part of your heart..can you?
The pain and whirlwind of images passed and Xion was left staring at Sora, knowing he carries answers that are very important. A strong emotion filled her when he spoke her name, though she could not figure out what the emotion was at the moment. But before she could say anything, she saw a light, and when she turned in its direction
she saw a familiar figure producing the light, as well as a couple of other illuminated in its path. She hoped one of them was Ventus. However, she had a nagging feeling several others were missing. Wasn't..Even missing too? However, all of this fades away quickly in ranking of importance when she sees the dark figure stir, and when its eyes opened she realized just how big it really is. An even bigger monster than the one she recalled fighting before..how long ago...? It flapped enormous wings and Xion found that they were blown back by the gusts created.
Strangely enough, she was caught by a Nobody, and she stared at it in a sense of familiarity, feeling she had definitely seen these before. However, it was a help and she felt no threat from its presence. Her gaze turned to Sora and she watched as he summoned his Keyblade, and cast a Blizzard spell toward the new threat the Darkness had brought. She frowned, feeling that somehow, it was familiar, and something whispered to her, in the back of her mind. Instinctively, as she stared at the monster, she felt something like a tingling energy build, growing strong, and Sign of Innocence flashed into being in her right hand, a challenge from the Darkness met with Light. She stared at the Keyblade, surprised.
"What...??
However, surprise would have to wait, as the threat was now definitely active. She launches a bolt of of Thunder and a large ball of Fire toward the monster. She hoped her friend was okay across the somewhat-lit expanse.
"Ven?? Are you okay??"
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Xion summoned Sign of Innocence!
Thunder Xion used one cast of Thunder. Lightning magic that strikes the enemy from above to cause Jolt elemental damage. [Cooldown - 1 post]
Fire Xion used a cast of Fire, fiery magic that can hone in on the target to cause Fire elemental damage. [Cooldown - 1 post]
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Post by Mirage Arena Mod on Jul 8, 2018 22:56:33 GMT -5
| | Daunting, deceiving, derelict: but a short few terms that came to mind when describing heroes. Yet to him they were Invaders. He was born in the darkness, so when the shadows came to his world he arrived at theirs to find a new home against the withing sentries whom opposed the light. Yet still they come in droves. Like culture to carrion the self proclaimed heroes cone to where they aren't welcomed and fight. Indecent was the pain fed to him by their brand of aultruism. Inhaling deep he would raise his arm to summon a swirl of dark wind creating a vortex of darkness which he would send across the field to strike the witch's minions and to, hopefully, rid the meddlesome kingif a pupil or two. Their progress against his form was scarce. His own dtrike did to topple the remnants of buildings held taught by memories they held. But, as with the ever drifting hold of memories to heartless, the buildings crumbled every, passing moment. [HP=170/200]
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As a reminder each person in the rotation has 4 days to post. Posting Order was established in the first round so Mickey is next. Please post as promptly as you are able. If four days passes the next person will be instructed to post and effectively skip you.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2018 11:19:14 GMT -5
For a king that weighed about as much as a house cat, a gust of wind from such a colossal set of wings was more than enough to render him flailing and helpless to stop his airborne journey. It was quite lucky for the mouse that Ventus was there to break that flight through the darkness. With nothing else to grab hold of, it was likely the mouse would have been pushed much further into the depths and lost to them for a time.
Once the two had managed to right their stance, scrambline over one another for a moment and Mickey's gathering light intensified all the while, Ventus reeled forward toward the great creature and fired a stream of light from his keyblade, then just after a shard of ice smashed into the demon's chest. Mickey glanced but was unable to discern the direction of origin for that ice shard. He wasn't sure why but he just knew it in his heart. It was Sora. A creeper nobody hovered somewhere behind Ventus and Mickey and at first the mouse flinched expecting an attack but he realized it wasn't coming and then he realized why. Namine was okay too. That just left one more as far as Mickey knew. Well two. They'd come for Aqua originally and all of them knew the risks coming into it...but Mickey never dreamed he'd find Ventus while he was down here. Ventus seemed just as suprised as he was. All of these realizations came in split seconds as did the onslaught to the dark demon by his friends.
Once more the demon unfurled it's wings and sent forth a dark gust and Mickey already in motion from the release of his light energy didn't stand a chance against it. Ventus' hand was just sort of out of reach so off the mouse flew with a loud "WOOAHOHOOOAH!" until he smacked with a squeak hard into something. Another body on the field thought it was still. He grabbed hold of the clothing on it and wheeled himself around to look. "RIKU?!" he cried out, his gloved hands unfolding onto the boy's chest. Radiance gathered in the mouse's hands and he illuminated them both. He poured his energy into a cura spell and he hoped and he prayed that Riku would awaken, that it wasn't too late.
[Mickey realeses Pearl!]
---Pearl: Similar to a fire spell, but much larger, and much much brighter. A manifestation of Mickey's own inner light hurled at the attacker for heavy damage.
[Charge: 1 | Duration: 1 | Cool Down: 3]
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((ooc: Heya blade. Deshi got Riku approved and I'm gonna go ahead and get him back in on rotation  You will be after Riku. Deshi make sure to tag Ven at the end of your post.)) |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2018 21:02:37 GMT -5
He remembered fighting, but what he was unsure. He remembered being injured, but even so diving headlong into darkness to save someone lost to the Darkness. He remember he went in with Mickey at his side, but now he felt no one at his side at all. Why was that and where was he? He could feel himself floating for a long time in silence and then he felt and smelt it --Darkness. It was all around him, trying to push itself in upon him and consume him, but he wasn’t afraid. No this was familiar to him.
The Darkness. It had been there since the moment he had stepped foot off of his home. In the past, it had been something he ran from, but now a days it was something he accepted as part of the world and himself. Unlike others of Light, who might freak out or get weighed down quickly by its presence, the silver haired boy would not display such behavior as his aquamarine eyes slowly opened and he looked into the blackness unafraid.
While there was no ground the boy would sit up and push himself up in the darkness so that he was in a standing position versus one laying down. While he looked around for his friends, he could see nothing of them or even hear their voices. He was alone within the darkness. Alone with the floating figures he could not make out just beyond the darkness’s veil. Alone and yet not alone.
He would feel the presence of another that resided in the darkness, but he did not turn to face it. He knew what it was.
“Have you come so willingly to give yourself over to him or perhaps to us instead?”
“Neither. I’ve come here to find my friends and rescue some that are lost in this place.”
“Always on the foolish quest. When will stop and submit to Darkness? Become the beast you once were again?”
“When will you both stop asking that question and simply accept the fact that I am not going back down that path. I’ve already learned my lesson and found my own way. I am not turning back.”
“We shall see how long that lasts. The longer you are here, the easier it will be for us to devour you.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” And with that the boy would begin to walk, the whispering pull of the beast within the darkness following him as he drifted through the darkness looking for his friends. They came here together so they had to be somewhere, but whe--?
Ah! Light. It came from up ahead. There was a lot of it calling him like a beckon, so he followed getting closer and closer to it, but not close enough. Eventually the boy would become tired, his injuries or perhaps exhaustion deeper than he expected. Without wanting to he would go down into the darkness where there was nothing, but silence for a long time. Then ---
Someone was calling his name….and there was warmth there as something pressed against him. He felt the exhaustion leaving him and his aches fading away. As they did, he began to come around and in turn hear what was going on and sense the presences some familiar and then some not so familiar all there. Closest to him was the most familiar one of all. As he opened his eyes, he would already know who was there.
“Mickey?” he would ask still a bit groggy for two seconds before the wave of darkness all too familiar to him smacked him. He would get to his feet or rather get himself out of lying down position as he snapped to himself and the situation fully. “Are you okay?” he would ask before focusing on another question he heard in the dark. This one came from a even more familiar presence – Sora. As glad as he was that his friend was here, there was a giant wind demon that needed to go down wasn’t there?
“I am here, Sora!” he’d call back before moving forward to get in front of the armored one as he cast a shield to buffer the attack from harming him further. It was true he didn’t know this kid well, but something in him told him it was the right thing to do.
With that done he would move to another position as he call upon the darkness within him unafraid as he keyblade caught aflame. Swing the blade outward, dark flames would fly outward towards the enemy in an attempt to damage it some more.
“Come on guys. We can bring him down,” he would say his eyes focused
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> Dark Shield: Riku casts a protective dark aura around himself or an ally. This reduces physical damage taken for Two Posts [2 posts cooldown] – Used to protect Ven from the Wind attack.
> Dark Fire: A series of four fire balls released in rapid session out of Riku hand that homes in on the enemy in an attempt to hit them whether they are moving or not. If successful, the blue flames does minor fire/burn damage. [1 post cooldown] – Used to attempt damage the enemy.
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You will be after Riku. Deshi make sure to tag Ven at the end of your post.))