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Post by Deleted on Jun 16, 2018 13:59:25 GMT -5
The fiery eyes in the helm of the demon gazed upon all consuming ebony; an anomaly that awaited the end of his journey to the peak of the keep that was Villain’s Vale. Before him, a path into the unknown. To his flank, a distant town, dominated by a hollowed bastion long scathed, and scrubbed clean by the sorcery of this keep’s dark mistress. Garland remained firmly rooted to the stone beneath his feet, observing what he could of a crusade map long abandoned, and the makings of a door sealed behind the dark portal. An insignia, no- rather a Coat of Arms, bearing the letter P at the dominance of its center, was carved at the peak of this ivory threshold. Curious as it was, the dark anomaly before it prevented any access to the silver grips of this passage. Garland recognized the darkness, as it bore a great similarity to the maw that had swallowed The Warrior in that other world.
A curiosity within Garland pondered whether or not the valiant paragon awaited just beyond this veil. That if he were to simply reach through its depths, he might be able to retrieve his fallen foe. Such fleeting wonders were dashed, as Garland knew better. He didn’t know how such truth found its way into his heart, but there was a certainty that these hopes were naught but delusional fantasies. A primordial desire to continue the fight, to have a more profound conclusion to their eternal struggle, of which Garland could find true satisfaction in finally besting light’s champion. To have watched the silver haired lion merely sink into the unknown, Garland could not accept such a victory, for within his heart he knew there to be none. The Warrior, somehow, in some way, still drew breath.
Garland’s breath tightened with such truth, his eyes narrowing further behind the ironclad façade of his helm. He would not accept, nor suffer these undeniable truths. Light would expire by discord’s hand, of this he remained certain. Where the paragon did not stand, in his place would remain those other three. The mage of crimson, the sorcerer of the black arts, and the ever elusive pickpocket. They doubtlessly carried on about their lives, unknowing to the storm that awaited on the horizons. These squalls of strife would soon thunder over their peaceful existences, and all them back to the purpose for which they still drew breath. To inevitably oppose his efforts, his will, just as Zest so foolishly sought to accomplish.
A feat birthed for failure.
Garland still drew breath, and would continue to savor each as a testament to the failure of the four Warriors of Light. There was no hope for their success, only assurance they would bow before Chaos in their final moments. His future most self would relish in the moments to come, for as the God would come to awaken in time, Garland would toss the broken bodies and spirits of these champions before the throne of Discord. It had already begun, as even now the first of Chaos’ harbingers now stalked the worlds in search for a wielder of the mythical key. It would not be long before the second Warrior of Chaos would reveal themselves to him, and take upon the awesome force of the fifth, the true Dark Crystal. Things were slowly, but surely, coming together one piece at a time. Garland reveled in these small, yet largely significant triumphs. As a decision based off theory was made, Garland would step into this dark portal, believing the ruler of the keep to await beyond its power. There was a surge within his heart, a crushing cold around his form, yet the warmth of the chaotic soul within would abolish these fleeting feelings.
Darkness gave way to light at last, revealing a darkened sky backdropping a castle of shadow and apparent abandonment. Garland stood before a great natural bridge, gazing up to this stronghold of dark sorcery with an air of intrigue. A brief glimpse to his flank revealed a forest of thorns, overgrown a path leading deep into their thicket. A scoff before a proud, fearless advancement across the natural bridge, the lavender cape billowing after its master. The harbinger of Chaos could then feel another shift in the air, a shift within the shadowed harmony that held this castle, this world within a vice grip of stillness. The steps of echoing steel came to a cease near the castle gate, as the nemesis of harmony sought to determine the source of this unseen otherworldly disturbance. In this regard, Garland’s deep voice would shatter the quiet around him.
”So…this crusade crosses yet another path.” Mickey Mouse @vani @maleficent @hades @evilqueen
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Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2018 22:30:54 GMT -5
Were she the vain Queen of the Dwarflands, the mirror would have cracked at Maleficent's twisted scowl as she slammed the side of her free hand on the arm of her decrepit throne. It was rare that she came back to her old home in the dominion. Always broken, always hollow, always a queen of the dark and crumbling. Always a figure of what was left...and really what was left? It seemed as though every path the dark fairy set upon headed straight into a stone wall, something she used to have no qualms with destroying in an instant. Always she made new paths, but now none of them seemed to connect. She'd manage to win the favor of the vain Queen...but that in itself was rocky if she didn't deliver what would come to the queen for her allegience. Hades was always up to something and Maleficent had half a mind to show up in his Underworld and show him exactly what happened when she felt shorted, but if something important happened within his dome, she'd have known it, felt it. His champions were fools. Children at best.
Her familiar fluffed up in protest upon her other shoulder at the disturbance before flying off and glowering down at her from a misplaced hole in the wall. She galred icily back at it for a moment before deciding she wasn't interested in a disagreement with a raven. Then there was the miserable albeit faithful oaf she had to step in and save once again. She didn't know what to make of that Nobody that had his grasp on Pete either. It was another matter to look into certainly, but it didn't carry the weight of importance she desired for the moment.
Something interrupted her lethargic state. Snake like eyes lifted to gaze down the corridor leading to the throne room. Something was coming...With a flickered gaze to her familiar who turned around obviously pretending he didn't sense anything, Maleficent frowned and rose from her throne like the possessed, a set of polished fingernails wrapping around the smooth surface of her staff. The orb and her eyes glowed as she descended the stairs of the throne room and toward the briar patch, a thick a darkness that crouched in waiting. The being in armor emerged and remarked that his crusade crossed her path. Given her recent thoughts the weight of those words lifted the sorceress' chin in her curiosity. "It would seem so. Who are you?" she demanded.
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((ooc: The plan seems still a bit jumbled, but since we were starting it in her dwelling, Maleficent felt the most appropriate to be first in observing this being. Mickey will get tossed in a bit later or right after if needed.))
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2018 3:13:39 GMT -5
Garland remained stilled with the air of this place. This darkened shell of what might have once been a glorious hold. Yet no consequentialism of thought was found within the dark knight’s mind of how this locale grew to become a foreboding lair of malcontent. The castle fell with the king, or queen, as Garland would come to suspect, as a woman clad in black emerged from the shadows of this keep’s corridors. An individual he was not expecting, yet suited the aesthetics of this decrepit fortress all the same. Behind the burning eyes of the demon’s helm would a man weathered by time observe a heart twisted equally by fate’s darkest of cruelties. She radiated what she would possibly command, an authority as absolute as the cloak this mistress wore; an ebony darker than the night skies above the sinister sanctuary.
The staff she carried would lead the dark knight so suspect a tool to a mage. He took this being for what she appeared, a heart of darkness that had tainted the soils around it. Merely a few words exchanged, yet Garland would not make to underestimate whomever this was. She stood upon ceremony of formalities, a trait rarely found among faces he encountered. Meager demands and declarations to end ambitions were usually all Garland found in those whom stood before him. A welcomed change indeed, if any. He stood upon her territory it would seem, therefore it was only fitting that he acquiesced her request to a name.
”An old soul-“ began the dark knight, grip tightening as he shifted the weight of his weapon. ”The will that beckons the return of true power to command the worlds as their rightful god. In this life, I am its shepherd, its harbinger. I, am Garland.” The statement was followed with silence from the dark knight, knowing that the significance of his name was doubtlessly lost upon this foreigner. His name, as his life, ought to have echoed throughout time, throughout all the worlds as something to be rightly feared for what it heralded. Though unlike whom he was destined to become, he was not revered in myth as the god that would claim this body as its own. Only his foes recalled the terror his name brought upon their homeland. A dread that gripped the kingdom of Cornelia within a vice grip of horror. That same dread was evident in the sapphire eyes of The Warrior, it was a testament of his failure to end the cycle, to end Garland.
This woman though, she held no fears, no hint nor glimmer of flinching in her unwavering confidence. The resolve of this enigma in ebony intrigued Garland. What power did she command, that would stave off even the creator of Cornelia’s nightmares? Was it this potent, overwhelming darkness that he sensed about this world, this castle? It felt like that of the Dark Crystal itself, and yet, this woman was never known to him. She possessed no shard of the crystal’s power, not unlike that of the Black Waltz, and yet there was something about her that belied a radiance of strength. Perhaps the mistress to this castle knew about the lost keys? Perhaps she was even a wielder of such a forgotten item? It was a curious thought at best, yet he was not so content to betray more of his own agenda, not while the name, intents and allegiances of this enigma were still left to question.
”To what name do the shadows bend their volition?”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2018 13:48:09 GMT -5
The more this decorated stranger spoke the keener her gaze seemed to get. The word 'god' seemed to bring a very amused smile to the woman's lips. This 'Garland:' A weathered shepard of faith hidden behind all of that glinting metal, one who strived to be the harbinger of rightful ruler of all the worlds. The idea was almost laughable. Still. There was something there. She could sense it. There were many lives to this 'old soul.' The orb on her staff and her eyes stopped glowing when he asked of her name. Her smile curled into a laugh that whipped out like the embers of a wildfire.
"The will of the god of worlds are you?" she mused twisting away from him, the surrounding inky blackness of her cloak roiling around her feet like black snakes slithering over the floor. "How quaint." she commented over her shoulder, her staff marking her next step toward her throne as she seemed to glide elegantly in that direction. "Gods." she scoffed. "I have known them to be such frivolous beings, the worlds doomed in their entirely incapable hands." oh her experience with 'gods' were plenty. Sorely overrated entities.
She'd taken a few steps to the center of the room before turning to face him again. Every turned stone in the room seemed to bow to her, every tangling vine awaiting command. That lime green glow returned to the woman's eyes, a blackness seeming to fan out behind her like a pair of wings. "I am the mistress of ALL evil, sorceress of the dark. I am destined to hold the book of worlds and not only rule them but create them! I am Maleficent and those that already fear my name will kneel before me!" flames of billowing green rose up as she spoke engulfing her. "If you are shepard of the destined, then you would make a fine champion, wouldn't you?" she mused, her eyes on the stoic being in armor. "But how to be certain you are worthy?"
A portal opened sevaral feet above the floor off to the dark faerie's left and with a raised brow she turned her gaze toward it. What would dare interrupt this meeting? What fell from that dark corridor brought an absolutely crooked wicked smile to the horned sorceress' lips. Perhaps the fates were listening to her this day, oh how feverishly sinister their smile. The mouse king shakily got to his feet and as his wide eyes settled hazily on her, her grin could have disintegrated a canary. He was within the realm of darkness...and he was severely battered and he seemed entirely confused by the suddenness of his current whereabouts. "Perhaps a start at usurping a false king." she suggested eagerly.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2018 8:58:15 GMT -5
Separated again! The cruel clawing grasp of the dark corridors thrown into a sinister uproar in their anticipation to consume whipped the old mouse around like he was hurled into a cyclone. Mickey was battered, and boy was he disoriented. He'd been running from something...no toward something...definitely with someone toward something but away from something else. A castle was the right idea, but that guiding light had been a false one. He could have sworn he'd had someone with him, had they gotten separated? Mickey's hand was empty and he was certainly not hurtling toward the right castle!
The abysmal funnel spat him out like a lump of dough and he splatted right down onto his chest and uttered a distressed squeak that reverberated off of the dank stone walls interrupted only by the creeper moss. "...false king." a familiar voice labeled him. "Wha?" the disoriented king inquired hazily as he peeled his face from the ground and shakily began to lift himself by his palms. His blurred vision began to clear and his eyes went wide when he apparently recognized the sorceress. "Maleficent!" his high voice barked out her name as though it were an accusation. Though it was a stumbling effort, the mouse made it back onto his feet and the shining gold kingdom key manifested in his hand. Yes. His majesty had definitely run home to the wrong castle. The troubling question was how? He wasn't actually even sure he'd ever been to this place before and he no longer carried the star shard. He shouldn't have been ending up in places randomly like this.
His gaze flickered over to the large man in armor a weary look crossing the toonish face of the small mouse king. Golly...just what was going on here?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2018 12:43:31 GMT -5
Garland had long accepted that there were mysteries that he could never solve.
He had travelled to the furthest of stars and plumbed the deepest pits in the darkest corners of time. He had seen worlds collide against each other in a brilliant display of chaotic destruction. He had walked amongst the brightest of days and the darkest of nights. He had traversed the currents that ran through the worlds and held them together, pierced further into the veils of mystery deeper than any mere mortal had dared to pierce.
But there were mysteries that not even he could understand.
Phenomena that would baffle even the most strenuous of tests that he would subject it to. He could understand cold facts, that there is a way in which reality was set. There were always a set of guidelines that everything must behave around. Even when broken and ignored, the outcomes of such actions would always be logical. Cause and effect. One action would precipitate another in a chain that never ended. When worlds die, so are others renewed. When a heart leaves its mortal vessel, it returns to the bosom of creation, ready to be reborn anew in the form of a new perishable form. Those were facts, rules, things that at least have a modicum of truth and logic to uphold their existence. Everything happens for a reason, whether that reason would make sense or not.
Rationality though was often lost on the aberration that was the heart.
The dark knight pursued the spellcaster as she retreated deeper into the castle. Garland couldn’t help but sneer at this woman’s declarations, her quick discourse to dismiss his authority that would choke his progress. It would be endearing, were it not so pathetic. Of course the foolishly blind would be completely unaware of how hindered and stunted their lives were. He had stood shoulder to shoulder with despots and destroyers alike, and this would be tyrant of darkness was no different than any of them. A heart set upon a path of selfish ambition, ultimately just as he himself now walked, were the goal not so needless in hindsight. Where he would seek to ensure the survival of discord’s reign itself, this faerie merely sought dominion over the worlds, and the power to create them through the means of a book. Goals that that could each be assured in turn, were an agreement of mutual assistance to come to accord. The very idea did not escape Garland’s perception, even passively waived this woman’s transgressions against him. Rebellion found its place within the cracked, weathered stone at Garland’s feet, as his hand released its firm grip upon the weapon’s hilt. He regarded the woman’s comment to gods and their failures with a thoughtful consideration, finding truth in these words as he recalled the countless failures of Chaos’ plan. A path long scripted that had inevitably run its course, and now rested in the past behind him. A past where he was deigned to have known a truthful end.
Fate had another vision however, and deemed Garland worthy of a more fitting destiny, just as the four Warriors whom came to mind in that moment.
They were unable to grasp beyond their own selfish interests and their desperate dependence on others just what they could truly achieve. Drunk on the drug they called friendship, they were drawn ever closer to the point in which they could never let go of each other. What kind of strength was that, to rely on others fully and utterly? To cling to false hope, to believe in fallacies and uncertainties? Who throws away their lives for the sake of others when nothing could be achieved of that sacrifice?
Who would want such a life?
But for all of his misgivings and dismissals, these scum were more than capable of amassing great strength through their delusions. It was almost an all-pervasive placebo, fooling them into believing that they could get through any crisis just by banding together and believing in each other. Once one started to believe fiercely, the others had no choice but to be drawn in and commit strength to that belief. They were then able to resist fiercely any threat thrown at them, any obstacle throw within their range. They created a bright, shining light that the darkness would have trouble overcoming. Their bonds that drew them together made for a most impressive bulwark.
Garland was no fool. He could clearly see where his underestimation of the enemy had lead to defeat and disaster. He had mistaken courage for arrogance and believed too much in the faith placed in Chaos and the Four Fiends. He had barely entertained the notion of doom when the final glory was just around the corner. He was on the cusp of attaining the greatest prize in all eternity- so why then would he bother to entertain doubts? Doubts weakened resolve; they served to erode against one’s faith in their own ability. He had long assured himself of his own strength and skill. How could a bunch of upstarts able to topple his carefully constructed plan? The scheme of a god? How could they have been shown the face of oblivion and somehow able to stand up and fight against it? They had fooled themselves into believing they could outlast him, and that hope had been turned into reality.
How utterly galling. How humiliating.
But one learns from defeat. They learn what must be done to safeguard from humiliation. Garland had examined his past performance again and again, concluding that what he had done was not enough. He should never have rested on his laurels and assured himself that his uncommon skill was more than enough to pacify them. An arrogant mishap. He had been foolish to stake his greatest triumph on his own skill alone. Such a lack of preparation had left him vulnerable against the unholy strength of their bonds. Threats of death, of darkness encroaching within their happy lives, that had only made their resolve stronger. That had only combined to make their might unassailable.
It was clear now to Garland. He could not make a move against any one of them until he broke the bonds that tied them together. Until he had them separated, alone, cut off from the rest but unable to find their way once more, that was when he could crush them beneath the heel of his boot. He had done something of the sort in a smaller scale but Zest was too willfully stubborn to succumb to despair. Garland needed his rage and anger channeled towards the ambition so that his own heart could take control. Fate would no longer be scripted, but rewritten, by Garland, and not Chaos, himself. If it was his fate to become the god, then he would find a new life that served the dark knight’s own; one that would give Garland the destiny he desired than to merely die, again and again.
Such follies must be a thing of the past. The future demanded better skill than that.
Garland’s eyes had been closed as the woman launched into her pointless tirade. She was merely repeating herself hoarse, all the while unknowing she would never convince Garland of whatever notions she claimed her power would bring. The only made certain of her own dangerous capabilities. Garland’s eyes opened, cold blue mist gleaming with harsh intent. “How soothing of you to believe yourself better than me.” A cold, satisfied smile graced Garland’s lips, and he could do little but let out a small chuckle. Another anomaly of darkness was given life, whether by chance, fate, or the witch’s command Garland knew nor cared not. The mouse king was regarded with a scoff upon this Maleficent’s introduction of him as a false king. This newcomer regarded her by name, which implied to Garland the pair were more than familiar with one another. Rivals through mutual strife no doubt. At first the dark knight dismissed this dark magi’s challenge for proof to his power naught but a mockery.
The summoning of a key by way of light put such ideals to rest.
Garland regarded the sight of the weapon held in this king’s palm with earnest. A search for a master of such a weapon had ended fruitfully, just as Garland assured himself that fate would have provided. Since crossing blades with The Warrior upon that broken field, the dark harbinger had found himself curious behind the purpose and nature of these enigmatic weapons. There had once been beyond thousands, and yet he had come to suspect there remained but less than a handful. This unlikely king that rose to his feet before him, was now certainly a figure of significance in Garland’s eyes. He would be the one to prove the merit of these weapon’s strength, as Garland would seek to test his own against the likes of this Maleficent’s speculative skepticism. Garland regarded the witch with a dismissive scoff as Rebellion was yanked from the floor of her throne room. He would for the time being entertain this woman’s need for a indulgence of assurance.
”Very well. You shall have your proof.”
The dark knight would approach with a pair of steps to King Mickey, the forceful stab of the greatsword’s blade to the stone floor thundering about the room with a deafening echo. The king before him was small, doubtlessly nimble, and would possess speed incredible to that of his own. Garland could already make these notions known fact as he observed his would be foe. A gauntlet was raised to regard this wayward royal. He had fought opponents with speed and agility greater to his own before, yet none, as with all, could escape the wrathful destruction of Chaos.
”Come then, Little King. Show me power befitting your station!”
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2018 10:56:10 GMT -5
Maleficent could detect the faintest smile beneath that over-sized helm the man was wearing. Just what was such a smile about? And the word he used. ’Soothing.’ Never had she heard that word used to describe her or her use of words. The word was a surprisingly grating one, like he saw her as some non-threatening cooing mother. What an insufferable fool. It was fine. He would learn in time just how terrifying she could be, the very reason the creatures of the dark bowed to her. Oh it was a certainty that it longed to claim her heart just as badly as it did any other being of great power, but it would not out of respect. She could command and shape it to her will because she was meant to long before it ever peered its head out of the void. No broad shouldered suit of armor was going to tell her otherwise. ”Perhaps not in the way of any physical onslaught,” she conceded, ”But there is a weight to my name across the worlds. I AM the manifestation of fear in this time and these realms.” something he would surely learn in his travels. His arrogance would be his demise. Maleficent could already see it on him like a hovering dark cloud ready to rain acid and erode away that ridiculous armor. What would it reveal she wondered?
The dark fairy was willing to give this arrogant champion a chance and she saw it in his demeanor that he intended to push that chance away. The king’s arrival and the manifestation of the keyblade seemed to change his mind. Ah yes so it was the keyblade he was after. How agonizingly simple this would be. This would not be the first thickheaded warrior on the hunt for the fabled blades of the past, nor the last she’d ever cross paths with. How very popular they were to those that swung the sword. However, what she was certain that this Garland did not know was that the keyblades chose their master. They searched for certain qualities, a certain worthiness. It wasn’t her worthiness that he sought but the worthiness of such an object. She had to hold in the pressing laughter that tugged at the corners of her painted lips. Already his arrogance left him in too dark a place. The keyblade would never chose him. That was information he did not need to know. Maleficent could easily bait him with this just as she did with Riku before.
Then there was, of course, the matter of the mouse. Her eyes snaked over toward the battered little king, still standing, panting there, ready to defend all of the worlds and everything good and light. He could die for it. Maleficent could have his head this day, and as enticing as that was, she knew the excellence of a bargaining chip like this one. Why, every world with a dark entity would salivate at the chance to get a piece of King Mickey Mouse. Hope would snuff out by the thousands when they heard that their precious king of light was defeated and imprisoned. Maleficent couldn’t have asked for a more productive day. There was a look from the mouse, a shrunken look of actual fear, comprehension of the danger of his situation. She could see it there on his majesty’s face. He knew this would be the end of the road for him and Maleficent shuddered relishing in that fear.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 30, 2018 11:59:56 GMT -5
Mickey’s gloved hands clung to the familiar handle of the radiant kingdom key as Maleficent’s eyes ran over him like he was her next meal. The mouse audibly gulped. King or not, he was already hurt and over exerted. He’d never seen the man in armor before. He had no idea what he was about to deal with. Hopefully he would be slow enough that Mickey could dance around his swings…but even if the man in armor couldn’t overwhelm Mickey…Maleficent sure could…and Mickey was one of the greatest sorcerers over all the worlds. Not many could boast completion of not only Yen Sid’s Mark of Mastery exam but also as a fully-fledged sorcerer of his tutelage. Maybe in a full state of health and certainty, Mickey could handle this fight, but as he was, battered, broken, disoriented, fresh from a clatter in the realm of darkness, there was very little hope. Hope was what the king and his subjects thrived on…without it…the darkness had a way in. Mickey was losing the ultimate battle already, and Maleficent was watching with cold amusement as he did, her lips coiled up like and adder snake ready to claim its prey.
The toon mouse’s eyes locked onto the armored mystery warrior, his gloved hands curling desperately around the keyblade hilt. The warrior challenged him from that distance and Mickey adjusted his stance uncertainly, one foot sliding backward behind him to broaden his stance and his off-hand letting go of the blade hilt to point his palm toward the warrior. There was a radiant aura that seemed to gather around the mouse king’s form. He was illuminated with light especially there in his palm. The mouse would never strike someone first without giving them the chance to handle things diplomatically. ”I dunno what she told ya, but I don’t want t’fight. She’s wicked and getting tangled up with her is gonna get ya killed.” He warned the stranger. Real concern was discernable in his voice and on his face. TAG: @garland
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✉ notes: i hope you like this template!╾ mizo both were silent. there were ways for kicking and screaming. Vani decided that it might be a good idea to backtrack to where Zest and her path had been parted. With the Warrior being pulled into the portal by the dying heartless, the thief simply worried that he might have been injured in the fallout. Then again, if the four fiends and Garland couldn't beat Zest, then how could such a lowly heartless do it. It certainly wasn't plausible. But, maybe she could get an idea of where he could have ended up. At least they'd have a lead on his whereabouts. They still needed to find Rojo as well.
With Alwyn left behind to scout near and inside Aurora's castle, she was off to see if maybe he'd been taken to another section of the worlds. That would make their lives so much easier. That would mean that they'd have the three of them together and they'd just need to locate Rojo to reunite the gang. Just the thought brought a faint smile to the thief's normally stoic face. The four of them back to fighting even and saving the world. That was what she was here to do. It was her purpose and it was nice to feel needed once more. There was only so many odd jobs that she could do to give her that sense of purpose and even that was failing to satisfy her.
As she wandered into the forest of the world, the trees changing with every step deeper into the growing darkness. What was this? It was as if the sun hid from this very area. Such a drastic change as her steps seemed to be the only sounds that were produced in this forest. It was quite frightening for someone that wasn't a warrior of light. She trusted her abilities and had the will to continue forward due to her current task. She had to find Zest and Rojo safe and sound. It was the only way that she could find peace. The trees seeming swallowed up by the thorny bushes the lined the area.
Without too much effort, Vani was able to duck under any that seemed to block her path. Only a few pieces needed to be handled by her trusty blade. It wasn't long until she located another castle with a long bridge, very similar to the other castle in which Zest faded into the portal. Could he possibly been whisked off to this place? If there was even th slightest possibility, she was going to check it out. It was only right that she not leave such a thing to chance. Sauber would whisk herself in, check the place out, and get out if there's no signs of her friend. The plan was simple. There was no way it could really fail. She was a thief, after all. This was her forte.
As she got closer, it became more apparent that the place was not abandoned. There were these odd goblin like creatures sitting around fires and eating. Only a few of them seemed to truly be on watch. It was quite obvious to Vani that they were not used to anyone breaking into the place with how they had the patrols set up. After a few minutes of watching, she made her way inside. The castle was very similar in design to the other across the way, simply darker and less kept up.
Vani kept herself up against the cold stone walls before rounding corners. She search a few empty rooms and a few that were quite dishevelled. This place was in quite disrepair. The reason wasn't very apparent to her, though it should be. Every castle they'd come across in this state usually had someone evil in the center of it causing the disrepair. The woman had continued, planning to avoid the talking until she heard a familiar voice. The thief's blood practically going cold as she came to an abrupt halt, her eyes shooting down the hallway. There was no way. It couldn't be. Her ears had to be playing tricks on her. Garland was dead. She had seem him fall as well as her comrades. Garland had been defeated. There was no way his voice could be echoing these corridors.
But, Vani couldn't shake the uncanny resemblance. She had to find out who it was. This chill she couldn't seem to shake would not let her continue on her mission. This had to be answered now or she would be looking over her shoulder at every turn. With quite steps and keeping low, she came to the entrance of a throne room. She crouched down as low as she could and kept her back tight against the frame as she leaned very carefully to see all that were in the room.
The first figure that caught her eye was the woman near the throne on the higher platform. She was clad in a dark cloak with purple lining, an ornate staff clasped between her fingers. The crown on her head seeming more like horns than anything. Maybe they were horns? Thief did not know nor did she care. The person was obviously a woman, not who she was looking for. Her eyes continued to fall upon the next person, or... mouse. He was speaking as she appeared at the doorway. His voice was squeakier than the voice that echoed through the hall. That certainly wasn't the being she was searching for.
That's when her eyes touched the iron clad beast facing the mouse king. Garland. It was Garland. There was no mistaking that man. The armor was one of a kind as was his blade. The thief felt a wave of sickness wash over her, a hand moving to her mouth to keep herself quiet as she kept low and silent. She had pulled herself back into the shadow of the doorway, back pressed against the wall again as she faced the other side of the door frame. Garland was here and alive. What was she to do? It took the four of them together to face him in the past. How could she handle him alone? Especially with the two others in the room. It was impossible to tell who the friends and foes were. She couldn't do this by herself.
All she could do was wait and watch. Maybe she could get a hint at how he had returned and what his intentions were this time. Vani doing her best to keep herself calm and rational as she lowered her hand from her mouth to look back in the room and watch the exchange. She was practically invisible.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2018 11:05:41 GMT -5
As always, his soul felt weathered.
That was to be expected as the years went on. The physical body was built to eventually fail as all do. Flesh perishes, bones rot, the brain atrophies, what was once rendered from dust returns to dust once more. It was the cruel paradox of their miracle existence, while they were free to enjoy the intelligence and wisdom not gifted to the lesser, they were forced to do so within the limitations of time. How cruel to present the world at the palm of one’s hand, only for reality to cleave it off and chastise you for dreaming of more.
It was a fate he did not deserve. A fate that he would subvert at every given chance.
Chaos would see to it that the physical form behind the ironclad demon would exist beyond these primordial limitations. Perhaps Garland had lost count of the years that had silently fled by. How long had time been attacking his limbs, assaulting his mind and sapping away his life? How long has he been on this collision course towards ignominy and brittle existence? Would such a fate be his own were Chaos never to return? Garland would not fade into the chapters of the past so easily, nor wither and billow by the course to death’s whimsical breath.
He would not be a slave to nature. He would not be a plaything of time. He was the master of his own fate.
Garland’s brain was close to overfilling with plots, plans, ideas for the future and how to accomplish them. The gears within whirred ever onward, churning, grinding away as all avenues pointing toward the inevitable goal were considered. Such a day struck Garland as odd and rather fortuitous. This king was potentially quite powerful; a notion entertained by the dark knight as his challenge was met with diplomacy. For why else would he attempt to dissuade a simple fight? Was there terror to behold in the furies they would unleash upon this world? Today would not be consigned to a day of nothing. Even when there was nothing to do, Garland would venture forth and create some form of discord to consume this land.
Pacing streets, waiting for something to happen, that was the work of the blind and the foolish. He would not be subject to idleness, to the sins of the elders whom were too weak to hold on to their will, and let their time waste away. His soul may have been sapped by his long, cyclical life- but it would be hell to relinquish even more than what he had already given up. Garland’s mouth curled into an ugly sneer even at the thought of letting his life slip further into an abyssal nothingness. If he could not make the worlds nor this king tremble, make Chaos live again, then whom was he in the rivers of time? All his accomplishments reduced to a footnote? All of his life for naught? That was the fate of simpletons, not of he.
As always, Garland had let himself be lost within his own thoughts, his feet had taken him to avenues he had not expected, yet oddly enough- anticipated. Even in the dark, the brightness of a single torch's liht could prove to shine the brightest. This weary traveler proved no exception. The words of the tiny king told Garland to beware this witch. Apparently she had a bad reputation, which didn’t tell the swordsman anything more than he already suspected of the dark faerie. Another tyrant of another bastard land fused into being from scraps and pieces of kingdoms and worlds that had fallen prey to the darkness of a cruel heart. There was nothing of interest that he had not already discovered upon this crusade of renewal. This was a world best left to it’s own devices or at least reduced back to the constituents that had created it. This woman’s piercing green eyes seemed like they were bred to slaughter and eviscerate anyone who dared cross daggers with her. Standing alone underneath the pale lights of emerald fires, she looked to be daring at anyone to try and mess with her, confident in the knowledge that those who would- will only discover new worlds of hurt.
There was little doubt in Garland’s mind this tiny wielder of the key, was an honest soul at best. An admirable quality discord’s harbinger could respect in a foe, were this royal not cloaked in such tawdry cowardice. The wayward king’s words were met with a scoff. ”Be that as it may- your hesitance is all for naught. This is a battle you cannot flee. I will know your power, and that knowledge shall serve Chaos in his return!” A sudden raise of the greatsword was made as Garland’s voice thundered with a mighty, bloodthirsty yell. The massive sword was brought down in a simple downward cut to smite the mouse, with enough force backing the blow to cripple, and fracture the earth should his aim miss. A simple means to gauge the king’s agility, a demonstration of strength, nothing more. A show was what this Maleficent desired after all. Mickey Mouse @vani
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2018 9:25:40 GMT -5
Maleficent's grin was positively radiant for the time being, her chin lifted high as chaos opened its waiting eyes in the center of her throne room. The allure of taking down a King no matter what size was often hard for the prideful to resist and this beast, this man, whatever he was was so plagued by his own pride at that he could hardly see anything else. So much more was at stake here. If this champion could destroy the king, the impenetrable vessel of light and the crown ruler of worlds, Maleficent certainly had a castle for the taking. She'd captured Queen Minnie once, she could do it again, and this time she'd be a lot more careful as she would be the one in control of the Mouse King's whereabouts. It was all too deliciously perfect. That all of this had fallen into her lap this day was far too gratifying.
As the King exchanged words with the current champion of the dark, Maleficent felt her shoulders stiffen. This was her castle after all, every brick and crumbling stone was imbued with her presence. She couldn't see the presence in question, but there were more eyes here. It was no heart that she recognized, no presence of any consequence to her...unless it was of relation to her new champion. It would not be ideal for someone else to get in the way and spoil her plans. She was inches away from capturing king Mickey and she would bring death to anyone that might stand in the way.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2018 9:49:30 GMT -5
The mouse king had very little time to question what the very...VERY large man was saying. No time to dwell on the identity of this 'Chaos' or whether or not Mickey even had it in him to show this man his power. Mickey had never thought of any of it as 'power.' It was always just a drive to do what was right, and now, at this very moment, he wasn't sure what direction was even appropriate to take. His moral compass had been shaken, thrown to the ground and stomped mercilessly upon not to mention his body. He had no time to really contemplate the best decision here because in a flash, the man was looming directly over him, one very large weapon brought down like a clap of thunder toward him. Instinctively the keyblade was brought between himself and that weapon, the sound of them clanging together echoing viciously throughout the decrepit throne room.
Mickey's shaking gloved hand was brought up to brace the keyblade against some of the most incredible brute strength he'd ever faced and the mouse shook desperately in his effort, his entire presence seeming to illuminate with a radiant light as he held his very small amount of ground. He needed to get out from under this man's weapon immediately or he would be chopped up with ease. As large as this man was, his battle stance kept his feet apart enough that Mickey could squeeze through. It was gonna be his only chance t'get out of this. Still holding the keyblade between himself and the armored man's weapon, Mickey jumped up letting his feet lift slightly off the ground and very suddenly relieving the path of the man's weapon. The mouse use'd the momentum of the man's powerful downward swing to just slide on his bottom and scramble out from the other side between his massive legs. He ended up panting on the other side in his daredevil-like efforts but remained there for only seconds before he hopped up to a surprising height, the keyblade brought back and swung hard two-handed toward the side of the man's helm.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2018 8:51:13 GMT -5
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✉ notes: i hope you like this template!╾ mizo both were silent. there were ways for kicking and screaming. Vani didn't know what she should do. This was a rather serious situation she had ended up in. This was all because she had thought it was a good idea to go and locate Zest. That there might be some sort of lead on his location. That was not the case. If anything, she had found out something that was going to make their lives even more difficult than it already was. Garland was back in full force and would threaten more world outside their own. This was not something that she could allow to happen. There was no way that she could forgive herself if she allowed this atrocity to harm another being, even if it appeared to be a mouse with a giant key. Life was a sacred thing and she had to do something, even at the risk of her own life. Now Garland would learn that the warriors of light were also able to travel outside their own worlds. But, it was a risk she was willing to make to protect other people affiliated with the light.
It had taken a second for her to realize who were good and evil in the room. Pushing back the internal fear and panic had helped clear her mind as she stayed in the shadows of the dank and dreary room. She would borrow the strength of her friends in arms. Zest would have already confronted Garland by now. He was so much stronger than herself. He was brave and cunning and was just as willing to sacrifice himself for the cause. She admired him for that. The man was their strength to carry on. He was the glue that held together their little ragtag group. When he went off on his own after the defeat of Garland, their group dwindled off and went their separate ways leaving Vani alone. This time would be different. She would be stronger and believe more in her own ability while borrowing her friends strength.
She was going to defeat Garland.
Yes, what she was about to do was deceitful and sneaky. It might be seen as cowardice to some. But, she wanted to get in and out without much difficulty. The woman drew her blade as she watched the exchange of attacks between her armor clad enemy and the mouse king. Thief crouched low to prepare herself before casting two spells back to back. The first one unleashed was HOLD. Large chains materialized around the man, no... beast. It would give the little mouse at least a fighting chance with landing the blow. The second spell rung out just as fast, LOCK. The room darkened a bit more than before as a bright spot light appeared to blind Maleficent. This normally would give her the opportunity to attack unnoticed. But, right now she wanted to give the two of them the best chance of escape.
As the keyblade struck Garland's side, the thief leap from the shadows of the doorway to add into the assault on him, swiping her blade at Garland's side and appearing to touch Mickey's arm. "We need to leave. Quickly! They won't hold for long!"
As she spoke, she look back to make sure that both of her attacks were successful. She had taken a leap of faith and she was hopeful that things would go okay. She was hoping that she could warp them both out and retreat back to her ally near the other castle.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2018 18:10:11 GMT -5
Even for his battered state, the king was fighting disappointingly well and this Garland seemed to be having a hard time landing any good strikes. It was all the same afterall, another disappointing fool in armor venturing into the wrong castle. Still. The King was fairly worn out. Perhaps she could finish what the man in armor, or whatever the king had been fleeing from had started. Whatever it took, Maleficent sensed it: this was her moment.
It was all quite sudden. Magic was cast and in outrage, the dark fairy turned her attention to the corridor that lead into her throne room. Who DARED cast their spells in her castle?! Such bawdy intruders. Such vermin! She’d destroy them all. Chains manifested and wrapped around the man in armor and the sound of King Mickey’s Keyblade hitting against the side of his head echoed seamlessly even in this dark crumbling place. The mistress’ eyes were widened in outrage and disbelief when a momentary spell of some sort of light flashed before her.
She shrieked a sound of protest, the arm of her billowing robe moving up to shield her eyes and protect them from whatever had just gone off an emitted such a strong flash of light at her. That light didn’t last and as her eyes adjusted she saw the man in Armor falling, a young woman standing before him, and King Mickey landing near the two of them. ”INSOLENT FOOLS!!!” her voice thundered like dragon’s fire throughout every castle hall. The skies above the castle became even more dismal and gray in her outrage as thunderheads gathered and crackled, her evil manifested into the loci itself. She raised her staff which glowed a sickening putrid green and a portal to the cosmos itself ripped into the fabric of reality behind her. Her arms rose and from that portal several large hunks of asteroid debris and rocks hurtled directly at the intruding rat and the crowned mouse.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2018 18:21:39 GMT -5
The strike to the man’s head went through but to Mickey’s surprise it was because he was not fighting alone in this. A young woman had rushed in to help him! There were chains around the strange man in armor and all the mouse could do was watch in wide-eyed surprise as she even gave the Dark Sorceress pause…but that wasn’t good. Maleficent was a terrifying force! The man fell forward, vanquished it seemed and the King stared at him soberly for a moment before the young lady touched his arm and told him they had to go. ”Right.” he agreed breathlessly with a nod of his head…but then the sorceress cried out in anger at them and his attention turned to her. Mickey was still heavily battered. He was exhausted. He didn’t actually even know how many days he’d been gone from the castle. The Realm of Darkness had been tearing at him bit by bit for a long while and now he was faced with the Mistress of all Evil. He couldn’t slow this young lady down and put her life at risk.
He watched in horror as the air behind the dark fairy ripped open and large rocks flew out directly at them. ”No matter what happens! Keep running!” he hollered at the girl already starting to run behind her. He was nowhere as fast. He couldn’t keep up. More holes were torn in the corridor, it was as though the cosmic rocks were coming from the stone walls themselves. Eventually, the mouse fell too far behind. A meteor at least four times the size of him careened into him and sent him flailing toward the throne room’s back wall. He was already knocked out from the impact by the time he hit that wall and he slid down the damp bricks into a broken heap at the mercy of the dark sorceress.
[Mickey Mouse is knocked out and cannot continue] TAG: @vani | @hades
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