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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2017 0:07:06 GMT -5
The familiar swirling darkness opened a portal in the back alley of the Olympus Town, and out from it stepped a familiar black cloaked variation of Xehanort. Terra-Xehanort had not personally been to Olympus in quite some time, and he knew the coliseum here posed a great chance to see people engage in combat. Fighting is a great chance to judge a person on the makeup of their heart. It was combat that first gave Xehanort a peek into Terra's true nature.
The sound of his footsteps fell unheard as the busy marketplace's sound rose to high decibels, masking out anything but vendors and customers yelling back and forth. Xehanort ignored the random 'greatest deal on X in Olympus' shouts and continued his leisurely walk towards the arena. If he knew the proprietor well enough, there would surely be some sort of hustle and bustle up ahead.
The walk didn't take long, just a few minutes, and Terra-Xehanort found himself staring at the bronze statues over the entryway. He heard the familiar voice before he saw the pint sized satyr.
"Hey Champ! I haven't seen you around here in years! How ya doin'?!"
Out trotted the obese goat-legged man-thing. He certainly hadn't changed in years. Before Xehanort could answer him, he continued on his own.
"You're back just in time for the Games! People will come all the way from Thebes to see you take on Herc! He's become the new champ these days. Hurry up and get in there! People are waiting! You, you're out now! The champ has returned!"
Phil pointed excitedly toward a young kid in armor with what looked like a scrub brush on his helmet. He turned and made his way back inside at what you might be able to call a run, but it was more of a messy trot.
Fortune may well shine on Xehanort today. This fool couldn't tell that Terra no-longer inhabited this vessel, and it got him forced into the town's Games. This was perfect. Now, Xehanort could test himself against the best this world had to offer, and personally bring the darkness out from within. However, most of this world had very little when it came to viable opposition.
Terra-Xehanort made it through the first five matches of the games with absolute ease. There was only one round remaining before he would take on Hercules in the finals, and he knew that was a lost cause. He sensed it when he came through in the past, that kid would not succumb to the darkness.
Now, Xehanort stood in the small waiting room, waiting for Phil's instructions to start the semi-final match. He did not know who his opponent was, and he really did not care. All he wanted was someone to become the thirteenth vessel of Xehanort.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2017 1:11:51 GMT -5
(Will be using pictures. Please don't get mad. XD )
Upon arrival to the port, a large War Galley-Post Colonial Ship sets port into the Harbors of Olympus's Shipyard."So..Invited to a battle hmm..If I were to win..Perhaps we could establish a outpost here." "Soldier Jong Kai..Please fetch my Sting and meet me at the Coliseum."Soldier Jong Kai: "Sir! I shall do as said! I wish to wish a grateful match! You no worry, I fetch in no time!"Said a vary Asian-American Musket-Cruit Powerwild, with a straw hat for a helmet. He was obviously a low-rank soldier, as he goes to find Monarch's Sting.
As Monarch Glade arrives upon the scene, he was chewing on a Blue Sea Salt Ice Cream Bar, slurping and licking at it's sweet saltiness with interest and a happy maw. He enters the main area, and signs his name into the match book. As he does this he turns around. "Hail, good pe-"He finishes his treat, as he flicks the stick of it away in the trash. He gets a good look at his "company.""Goat...Creature..Man...And... Tall..White Haired Warrior.."
"And they call me odd.." He said in a confused head tilt.
'Huh..I was expecting a great hero, Human.."
"Well, I suppose you're my opponent..?" "Hail enough."
"Greetings." "I am thy Great Monarch Glade, of The Heartless Republic. Yes, I am a Heartless..But..As you can see, you've probably heard of a "Persudo?"
"If not, then I can tell, but as of right now..I must prepare for combat. Let thy marry cheer present a fair wind, good..Just people."Soldier Jong Kai: "Sir! Sir! I got String, you want now??"Said the Power-Wild Musket-Cruit. He smiles and pats his head, as he places his sheathe'd blade onto his belt. "Now..Shall we give them a good show?" "But first..What are your names..?" He asked, awaiting a reply.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2017 12:14:06 GMT -5
A Heartless was meant to be his enemy, and one that took a human form as well. Most interesting. Xehanort had not seen another Heartless take a human form other than his own Heartless, Ansem. The Heartless had introduced himself, accompanied by a Powerwild that seemed to be a subordinate. Very intriguing.
Xehanort began to introduce himself.
"My name is-"
"Terra here's a true hero and former champ of the Games! If you're his opponent I got two words for ya: Keep on your toes!"
Xehanort couldn't help but smirk as he turned to enter the arena without another word. He couldn't help but be a little perplexed. This was supposed to be a creature of darkness, but he didn't act like it. Xehanort sent out a wave of power as he entered the arena to attempt to take control of the Heartless, but he had a strange feeling that it wouldn't work. These didn't seem to be garden variety versions of the normal mindless beasts.
As he walked out into the wide open arena, the wind caught the hood of his black coat and began blowing it around vigorously. The stands were indeed full and the tiled ring stood center stage. The sun was beginning to set giving the entire arena an oddly fitting twilight glow. The cooler night temperatures began to take hold and Xehanort could see the smoky breath leave his lungs. It wasn't overly cold, just cool enough to give each exhale a physical shape.
As he reached the far end of the ring, he turned to face the odd Heartless that would be his opponent, and he began to wonder if this Heartless had ever encountered a being filled with darkness such as himself.
"A creature born of darkness such as yourself, how is it you command yourself with such intelligence?"
In a plume of black flame, the keyblade without a name entered his firm grasp, and Terra-Xehanort stood still, awaiting the Heartless's first move.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2017 16:00:25 GMT -5
"Thank the, kind goat man.."
He smiles as he steps to the other side of the Arena, as he tries to answer his questions.
"Well, Sir Terra, that's explainable, becau-"
"GAHHHHHHHHH??!!"
He screamed in agony.
"W-What was...??" "AGHHH!"
The Power-Wild seemed to scream too.
Soldier Jong Kai: "Ohhh, bad day bad day!" "Yeeeee!!"
The overwhelming Power of Darkness took so much strain on both of them, they were forced took a knee, hearing a strange voice in their head from contact, with the mysterious wave.
Ansem: SOD: "You...Bow to me...We...Are one..I...Am your maker..YOU WILL OBEY.."
"M-maker..What..??" "W-Who....What....This, is flattering..B-but..my mind belongs to ME!"
He gets back up, so does The Power-Wild, as they shake their heads.
"My...What powers could control Darkness...Unless...No...That's..Not possible.." "He can control Heartless...?!"
He said, to a confused crowd.
"Sir Terra, your tricks of deception will not go unpunished! Trickery in combat is just dull, have you no honor..?!"
"No freedom, no independence to fight?!" "Who...And what kind of human are you..?!"
He said, as he draws his Monarch's Sting.
"Jong Kai..Go watch the ship. I have a match to win.."
Soldier Jong Kai: "Okey dokey, Mister Monarch Glade!"
The Power-Wild slowly makes his way out of the crowd and returns to the ship om foot, as Glade inspects his opponent.
"So, "Sir Terra"was it?"
He said with a distasteful tone.
"Care to tell a little about yourself..?" "Such as your control over Darkness..?" "And I suppose you're a Key-Master as well?"
He said, as he prepares to make an attack by warming up his swings of his mighty Monarch's Sting and cracking his neck.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2017 18:41:37 GMT -5
Terra-Xehanort listened intently as the Heartless screamed in agony. He was strong indeed, but was having a great deal of difficulty in resisting the temptation that Xehanort had offered. Heartless were meant to serve a higher power, but to whom did this one owe allegiance? Sure, his own Heartless had operated independently, but that was because of the elder master's vessel's plans. No other Heartless had ever been known to act truly independently without being a mindless lesser beast.
The other thing he was having difficulty imagining was why this Heartless wasn't seeking the various lights scattered about the arena? Mice seek cheese. Felines seek those mice. Heartless seek hearts, its only natural. Why was this one so different?
Xehanort finally spoke up as the beast in front of him came to his senses and made his correct accusations.
"I only sought to correctly prove that you were an independent Heartless. It is extremely rare that one acts on his own and resists a pull as strong as mine. To that I must applaud you. But I ask, do you know what you are? Allow me to explain."
With that, Xehanort pushed his empty hand forward and opened his palm as if it were an invitation.
"All things begin in darkness, and all so end. The heart is no different. If a person were to succumb to the darkness in their heart, then a Heartless is born from that heart. There are two ways to avoid this: First, push the darkness down, but then you risk becoming a purist. I must say that is more dangerous than a creature of absolute darkness. There must be balance between the darkness and the light. It is only natural. The brightest lights cast the darkest shadows. Secondly, you could channel the darkness within you. Use it. Control it. Make it a part of you and become a master to it."
The crowd began to grow antagonistic towards "the former champ," and even Phil was left dumbfounded by the lack of combat.
"Are you guys gonna get started. People in Pompeii are showing more signs of life than you guys! Attack!!!"
The tiny satyr, Phil, began jumping up and down in anticipation. Xehanort finally took his battle stance and dashed forward. The crowd, seeing action finally begin, roared in approval as Terra's body pulled his keyblade in an upward strike towards the Heartless. He then continued his movement with a horizontal strike before hopping backwards and attempting to finish his combination with a dashing strike through the enemy. His hope was that the change of pace would catch the Heartless off guard and if it happened Terranort would cash in with the devastating finish of the dashing strike.
He didn't take time to look for his success. After dashing through the Monarch, he turned mid-dash and began to reverse this dash. This time, he cloaked himself in a veil of darkness as he activated his Dark Haze ability. This meant he used the size of his larger body and threw it at the enemy as if he were a missile. Speed and strength of a normal physical attack increased as he pressed onward toward the unique enemy he was faced with.
"All of this power can be yours, and I can teach it to you."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2017 19:08:38 GMT -5
He quickly jumps back, possibly avoiding getting hit upward, however, he took a hard horizontal slash to the chest, as thankful his Leather protected from getting torn. However, from the inside, he had a cut on his chest, as it was "bleeding" a purple goo, as it seeped from his wound, he growls in pain, before slashing his sword in a defensive way, as it protected him from the dash attack, for now.
He was strong, fast, and used Darkness, he could barely track his moves as he focuses..And closes his eyes.
"By the might and honor of Light..I refuse your devilish games and tricks..I...Am Monarch Glade...AND MY UTOPIA SHALL BE SEEN!"
His eyes glow a dark red as he smirks a toothy maw.
"I fight for independence..I fight for the justice of the worlds..And to see Humans and Persudo live together..My goal shall be seen, I will not yield!"
He gets hit, yet again with the dashing strike, however, his boots anchor him to the ground, as he slides back, his Claw catches the ground as he smirks more.
Purple Goo-ish Blood seems to cover the ground as he huffs.
"Aghh....Good one...But sadly..You've made a mistake.."
As he prepared his DARK HAZE ability, he didn't realize one important flaw to his fighting style. Monarch Glade is resistant to Darkness, thus if he uses more, it will fuel his attacks, as he was a Heartless, he had the power to rend Hearts.
"You do realize, the more you let your Heart succumb to Darkness...The more you set yourself..As a TARGET." "I've had quite enough of this!" This ends right now!" "No holding back!"
He then flips up into the air, and dashes madly at him, charging into a spinning "Blade Ball" as he strikes downward with a swing of his Monarch's String, hoping to catch his feet and flips him downwards.
"Take This!"
"Cyclone Smasher!"
He then follows up with a series of swings, from his blade in a whirling-like-motion. As he strikes multiple times at his opponent, all of them going sideways, horizontal, upward and downward before his back flips twice behind him.
"Nobody can survive this!" "let's see how you handle a bit of your own medicine!"
"SHADDDDOOOWWW.....CRUSHER BEAM!"
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Glade points his claw at his opponent's back, and fires a Darkness enriched beam of energy, attemtping to palce a man sized hole in his back.
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He huffs as he flips in front of him and takes a defensive knee, holding his blade to his body.
"Do..You yield..?!" He said smirking
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2017 19:56:59 GMT -5
The battle was underway and the crowd was going absolutely bonkers. Xehanort took the early advantage my landing a few basic strikes, in an attempt to size up his opponent. However, his Dark Haze had absolutely no effect. 'Ansem' made a mental note that darkness based attacks would have little to no effect against the Heartless. Fair enough.
Something then began to take hold of his enemy and he flew towards Xehanort with a spinning attack. He attempted a quick leap backwards, to escape the spin, but it seems that he underestimated his opponent. Towards the end of the attack, Xehanort took the edge of the blade across his midsection, tearing at the coat he wore, partially revealing the red belts and black shirt beneath.
The heartless took the opening and unleashed a quick flurry of physical blows. A little faster than this body would have liked. With his keyblade, Xehanort managed to parry the first few attacks, but he barely managed to escape the last horizontal strike. It was close enough to tear a little more out of his coat, but he just barely managed to avoid another hit.
Then the oddest thing happened, the beast ceased his flurry of attacks that had just finally found the slightest success and called out the name of an attack. Something called a Shadow Crusher Beam was about to be unleashed, but the time he took to call it out was his first huge mistake of the match. The beam of energy soared towards Xehanort, but he dodged underneath the humanoid heartless. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xehanort's key transformed into a large barreled weapon and he turned it immediately upwards and he locked on.
The second he landed, with all the cockiness to ask if Xehanort submitted, a giant ball of light burst from the tip of the barrel and sped towards his location. Terranort knew he wouldn't be expecting a blast of light after the extravagant display of darkness he'd been putting forward thus far. And, if he managed to dodge the first blast, the second would be a bigger challenge as it ripped forward. Ultima Cannon was one of the most devastating light centered attacks in his arsenal.
"SUBMIT!"
Xehanort then lept into the air, focusing on his target. He readied his key and, just as the second blast of light cleared its target, he slammed downward at the Heartless. Just as the blade made contact with the tile, the tile itself erupted upward, creating a secondary attack of earthen spikes that attempted to skewer his target with the end of his Geo Impact.
If this creature wouldn't willingly join Xehanort, then he would force it into submission, weaken it, then, when he's weakest, allow his darkest pulls to lure the creature under his control.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 22, 2017 20:56:53 GMT -5
"I..WHAT..?!"
He turns around, however the massive ball had come crashing into him as he holds his blade just in time, holding it back as it pushes him backwards, his boots still tied to the grounds. Who IS this guy..?! He was struggling to keep the light away from him, as sizzling sounds can be made as his skin burns.
"Owow....D-DAMN THE....NOW...I'M GETTING MAD.."
He sighs, as he has one thing to do. He dodges to the side and holds his arm (not the sword arm, his free one) out, as the ball rushes past him, his arm, however.. Was not so lucky. It seems to be obliterated by the light, as it crashes into the audience, possibly hurting a few people. The other ball comes forward as he ducks, a piece of his antenna gets blasted off, the same liquid pours out of the open wound, as he screams more, both balls collide and explode.
"AGHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" He screamed out in agonizing pain, as goo splatters the ground and walls of the Arena.
"ENOUGH.." "T-this is M-MADNESS.." "You almost killed innocent people..." "I won't allow it!" "Your actions are barbaric and frankly dishonorable..Just..Sir Terra...Why..?!"
He asked, before was forced took a knee again, "purple blood" covered his entire body as he was dangerously bleeding out.Before he could say anything, he was struck yet again downward as, quickly, He slams his blade into his Key, holding him back a bit before he noticed Spikes coming under him.
"You...Are a fool...I'VE GOT YOU! YOU WON'T ESCAPE!"
He then, strangely rushes at him with all his full power, and grabs the young Keyblader of darkness as he puts him into a full nelson ,he was taller and stronger with his one strong arm holding his sword to his neck.
"Y-you know Sir Terra..I...SEE.." "YOUR POINT!"
It seemed he fell for a trap. He waited, as the spikes erupt, they impale BOTH of them, He, however, had no heart so he didn't have to worry, it was the loss of blood he was worried about, he continues to bleed out however..It was also highly possible the Terra's Blade was knocked out of his hand as both where in mid air, impaled.
"D-do...You....YELD...?!"
He said, as he and the Terra where stuck in this sorta awkward position, he still held on as the spikes had impaled both of them, holding them in the air upon the spike's deepness inside both's chests.
"I refuse to let you continue to do these actions..Surrender now..there's no hope of winning.." "I'm doing this...For..The people..And..The Heartless R-Republic..Don't you get it...I'm no ordinary Heartless...I....Am..A PERSUDO.."
He said, threatening to slice his neck as he looks at him with a sad face.
"D-Don't make me do this.." "Just yield.."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2017 10:07:17 GMT -5
In a reversal of fortunes, Terra-Xehanort's own attack was used against him. Some fancy footwork led the Heartless to an offensive hold just as the end result of his physical attack burst upward, striking both of them with shards of earth. The good news was that the previous owner of this body was well enough conditioned that the earthen shards merely burst into him, without actually piercing skin. The bad news was that it brought forth a great deal of pain.
In the scuffle, the Heartless managed to knock free Xehanort's keyblade as it skidded along the broken tile of the arena. Apparently, this creature wasn't aware of how keyblades worked. Did he not know that 'Ansem' could summon it back into his hand?
Then, the creature was brave enough to put a blade to his throat and demand that he yield. Oh...he wasn't going to like that. See, there is a creature who looks after Xehanort's best interests, and he doesn't respond well to threats. With the cold steel pressed against his skin, the beast reached out, and, first, a hand became visible as its clawed hand grasped the blade by the edge, pushing it away from its true master.
Xehanort's cold, amber eyes relaxed as the other hand emerged, grasping Monarch by the throat. It speaks volumes to the size of the creature's hands that, even grasped around the neck of a Heartless creature, his fingers still overlapped as he began to squeeze. Guardian then peeked his black and blue head and shoulders from behind Xehanort as he easily lifted the Heartless from atop his master.
"My name..."
With that, Xehanort rose; not to his feet, but a few inches above the ground as he began to levitate.
"...is Ansem."
A green mist began to cover Xehanort as he stretched his arms outward. Every wound on his body immediately began to close, and, within an instant, he looked as if the battle had just started. Such was the power of Curaga
The Satyr fell to his knees in disbelief.
"...That's not...Terra...Kid, you better run!"
"As I've said before. All things begin in darkness, and all so end. The heart is no exception. You began as a creature created from the darkness in one's heart-"
With that a black aura enveloped Xehanort and he began to 'reach out' just as he had in the foyer. To put it into perspective: That time was more of a firm handshake; this time he was squeezing with all of his might. That creature would become one of his.
"-just as these creatures will all succumb themselves."
An immense pressure filled the stands as Xehanort reached out to the hearts of each person there, offering the temptation. As he did, Guardian, with the Heartless firm in his grasp, slammed his captor against the tiled floor, making sure his head was pointed towards the stands. First, it was a single person that transformed into a Shadow. Then, another became a Heartless. Then, two more. 4 more. Then 7. Then 15. As Phil yelled for the crowd to run, they began to convert into Heartless, one by one. The heartless stood completely still.
"It seems the Games have been cancelled. No matter, I have what I came for."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2017 10:20:55 GMT -5
"N-no.." "Gahhh..."He said as he shakes his head. He was bleeding all over the place, as he holds his neck.
"GET..OFF ME.."
"AND.." "GET...OUT OF MY HEAD..."
As he closes his eyes, he could hear a raspy voice. This wasn't Ansem this time, this was..Someone else.? ? ?:"You.."
"W-what..?! Who is this..?!"
He said in shock as the voice continues.
? ? ?: My name..Is Sora-Nort. I am from a different universe..One you reside in..Allow us to join togeather...Give into your inner DARKNESS!" "Your will is MINE."
"NOOOOOOO!" "STOPP! AGHHH!"
He then beings to glow a dark purplish color. He then reaches out to you, his eyes glow a dark red as he smirks. He has finally been possessed by The Mysterious SoraNort as he speaks.
? ? ?: "YOU...YOU ARE NOT WORTHY OF THIS BODY...YOU ARE WORTHLESS..I....AM GOD!"
"I have seen the future..And I alone..SoraNort...SHALL CLAIM MY PRIZE!"
"I'LL KILL YOU DEAD, YOU DYSFUNCTIONAL MAGGOT."
He then grows a giant single eye-balled claw hand, as it shifts into a Blade, as he attempts to trust it into his chest.
? ? ?: "TREMBLE BEFORE MY DARKNESS! SSIIIii!"
He then jumps back, as his entire body figure begins to change, into a powerful "bad-ass" armor. Strangely...However..In this form, it looks more like Sora instead of Monarch Glade. He floats in the same manner as he cackles madly.
Sora-Nort Possessed Glade: "My name..Is SoraNort..And now that you've seen my power..I'm afraid I must force you..To submit to my new evil.. HEHEHEEHE...I'll consume all your Darkness, and eat your Heart!" "Won't that be fun?!" "Ahahahahaah!"
(This is the new form)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2017 14:17:28 GMT -5
Things were definitely getting stranger. How do you baffle a man who has 11 other incarnations of himself and have him thinking things are getting weird. The heartless began arguing with himself apparently and began a metamorphosis. And the new form...looked like Sora? How on earth was this possible?
That was enough. Xehanort had just seen enough to determine he no longer wanted this unpredictable Heartless, so that meant it needed to be destroyed, and the whole returned. And who better to do the job than the masses of Heartless now surrounding the ring. Shadows, Neoshadows, Soldiers, Large Bodies, Wizards, and the a couple Invisibles surrounded the ring.
"You are no longer worth my time. I cannot use a heartless this unpredictable as a vessel. I have too many things that could go wrong if things go haywire. I leave you to these mindless creatures."
With that Xehanort stepped out of the ring and began to walk towards the entryway. As he did, the Heartless charged forward with one thought, destroy the one that doesn't belong.
Now, where would Terranort go? He would continue his search for a new vessel elsewhere. Perhaps he would return to Twilight Town and continue his search there.
Without an additional movement, Xehanort summoned a Corridor of Darkness where the entrance to the foyer would be, and stepped inside, allowing the passageway to close behind him.
As he left, he took a final look to see the heartless all pounce at once at the Persudo, whatever that was.
-Terra-Xehanort has exited the thread-
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Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2017 18:23:57 GMT -5
He held out his hand.Sora-Nort Possessed Glade: "In time..We shall meet And when that time comes..Hehehe..We will see who's darkness is worthy.....For now...Enjoy oblivion..As for you..My little pet..I'll let you keep these trophies.." "HAND....OF.....GOD!" He blasts a gigantic beam of energy containing the Mysterious "Gray Line", as it travels trough the Heartless, one by one, they seem to calm down and be somewhat confused, but now free of will.
"Farewell.."Glade then glows again, returning to his normal form as he lays on the ground.The Heartless people he had wrongfully "enslaved" where now free, as they cheer the victor of the fight, as he did after all..cheated and left the arena."D-did....I win...?..What..What's going on..?!"
He looks around, as he was somehow fully healed."Where is the goat man..??" He looks around confused for Phil. "Why are there Heartless around..? What...Happened?!" He head tilts, as it would seem it as over..For now. But he knew eventually, whoever that person was, they'd meet again."Whatever happened..I know now..This person will be trouble for The Heartless Republic..But it least I have a few new friends.." He smiles as He gets up and retrieves his Monarch's Sting,and holds it up as the "Persudo" crowd goes wild. He then exits the arena, and tries to find Phil, awaiting for the goat man to greet him. As Phil greeted him, he was handed the Trophy and as agreed, an Outpost would be built in Olympus. "Thank you for this, The Heartless Republic shall watch over this world."Phil: "Yeah, but that was wired..Whatever happened kid, it least you're not half the crazy he was! I can't believe Terra is-" He places a claw on his shoulder.
"I promise..If we meet again..I'll try and free him of such Darkness..For now..We hope whomever this "Ansem" and "SoraNort" is..We can expect one thing...Things will get hairy." Phil has a deadpan face.Phil: "VARY FUNNY KID..Now take these Heartless and go. I gotta clean up." The new Heartless obviously join the ranks of The Heartless Republic. As for now, this place was under it's watch. If he'd return..He'd know they are there...Watching..Waiting..For the Real Champ..To return. (Thread Closed)
(Again thank you for role-playing, my first finished thread! Awesome!)30 Munny awarded to all in thread - Larxy
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