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Post by Deleted on Jan 23, 2018 21:59:04 GMT -5
It had been some time since Kefka had been destroyed and his Tower crumbled and the world, while not quite back to the way things were, was far better than the height of insane clown's power. Towns had been rebuilt and repopulated, the seas were free from pollution and crops had become more fruitful. Even Narshe, a mining town nestled in the snowy mountains, had become bustling with activity. Once it had been abandoned, decimated by the apocalyptic destruction wrought from the day the Floating Continent collapsed, but now the furnaces belched smoke as they heated the homes of families, settled in after a hard day's work. However, all was not well in Narshe, as rumors spread about a being with extraordinary magical power located in the mountains. Supposedly, this being was a monster who kidnapped naughty children in the night and dragged them into the caves that spread throughout the mountains to feast on their energies. More worriedly, the townspeople feared that it was another "esper", like the one that started the chain of events that nearly led to the world's destruction so long ago. Despite the rather secluded nature of Narshe, word spread to neighboring towns and it didn't take long for an enemy long thought dead to reemerge. He arrived as soon as he heard, desperate for more power and a return to his status as a God of Magic. There were so many more worlds to destroy and he'd need all the power he could conceive if he was ever going to annihilate them all. But for now, only one question burned in his mind as the snow fell on the streets of Narshe.
"WHAT IDIOTS WOULD LIVE SOMEWHERE THIS COLD?!" Kefka yelled, nearly blowing his cover were it not for a furnace backfiring. "I oughtta burn this town to the ground. At least it'd be good for a campfire." Kefka coldly chuckled as he observed the streets below from his pitch, a rooftop of one of the houses that sat on a ledge above the rest of the town. Despite his garish clothing, he managed to keep his arrival in town a secret. While he so desperately wanted to kill and burn and terrorize these little ants that DARED to rebuild their stupid little snow globe town, he had bigger fish to fry. Literally, if he had any luck. The esper supposedly visited the town at night and Kefka hoped that the little ragamuffin would show up. If he did and he WAS an esper... that meant they were coming back, which also meant that magic was coming back to this world. And oh, what fun and glee Kefka would have at repeating his little genocide again. With any luck, the heroes that so blatantly disrespected him and had the SHEER NERVE to kill him, HIM, of all people, were far flung to other worlds like he was. Luckily, ickle Kefka always knew how to get back home. After all, who else was going turn it into a mass grave? Kefka cackled to himself as he continued his watch, waiting for his prey to show up.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 23, 2018 23:08:18 GMT -5
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A forlorn sigh slipped from between the Dark Knight’s chapped, blisters lips as he’d made his way through the snow-covered streets of Narshe. Currently, the streets were devoid of children, they’d been locked within their houses for the evening due to the rumor that had begun to circulate. Uncertain if it were true or not, some claimed that as of late a creature had begun to kidnap children in the heart of night. Alas, the rumor didn’t simply end there, no, he’d overheard that said creature was dragging the children back to its’ nest within the caves to feast upon them. The Inn Keeper fearful for the safety of his children had requested Dieter’s aide. Of course, he’d also provided a bit of insight, briefly touching upon the fact that the nearby caves were home to Yeti.
His eyes fluttered shut, his lips moved in silence as he’d recited memorized incantations. Once the last word left his lips, his right hand exploded in amaranthine light as a crackling flame playfully lapped at his flesh. He’d smiled to himself as he’d savored its warmth, further increasing the flux of mana in order to intensify the flame’s heat. He’d noticed how a handful of the inhabitants that lined the streets tore their gazes away, whispering amongst themselves as he began to make his way towards the mine entrance. Earlier that day, he’d made certain to trade his billowing ropes in for more appropriate clothing. Certainly, it wasn’t anywhere near as comfortable, the wool biting harshly against his skin – rubbing small sections raw. How he missed the sweltering heat of Rabanastre, he’d grown quite accustomed to that verses the frigid Narshe air.
“How peculiar.”
He said to no one in particular as he’d entered the maw of the cavern, diligently studying his surroundings. Periodically, he heard the excited skittering of Dire Rats or the frenzied cackle of a Goblin.
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Kefka finally was broken out of his reverie when he saw a flash of light and with it, the presence, the smell of magic. He smiled and chuckled to himself as he bounded off towards the light. He felt adrenaline course through his system as he flew towards the cave. It was a little ways outside of town but it didn't take long to reach it. The townspeople that escorted Dieter to the cave were still there, talking amongst themselves. Now that they had seen his display his magic, they were even more convinced that this... thing was an esper. It had to be. All the magi died out when Kefka died, perhaps even before then when the world was ruined. But how was it possible? Weren't all the espers dead? They continued their conversation until Kefka finally made himself known, strutting an inch of the ground, barely touching the new fallen snow. The townspeople and instantly paled at the sight, instinctively cowering or hiding behind whatever counted for weapons that they had on hand.
"This... This is impossible. You should be dead!" the Innkeeper said. Kefka merely cackled with glee as the townspeople quaked in their boots.
"WAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Awwww... did the little kiddies miss Uncle Kefka? Well, don't you worry, because I've had my beauty sleep, I've eaten all of my square meals and I'm ready to give this whole universe a wedgie again! It'll be just like old times! Which is good, because you're annoying with all your hopes of rebuilding. I mean, really, why even bother?! First of all, it is WAY TOO COLD here! You could at least have the common courtesy of rebuilding this stupid town somewhere warmer! I hear the Veldt is quite nice this time of year. Now, see, Mobliz had the right idea. Well, before I blew them up, too! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!"
"You monster... well, you won't win! You were defeated once, we can defeat you again! Everyone! CHARG-" Before they could even make a step, Kefka just nonchalantly shot a Meteor spell at them. The meteors fell down, felling four of the townspeople before the bounced and merged towards the center, annihilating the rest, including the innkeeper. Kefka laughed again as he bounded towards the cave, its would-be foreboding entrance doing nothing against the insane harlequin.
"Pleease... hopes and dreams. They aren't worth dirt! They're barely worth the worms that are inside the dirt! Better do away with them altogether! Of course, now that you're dead you can join your dreams as WORM FOOD! MWEEHEEHEEHEE! Now where, oh where is this esper?" Kefka then bounded right off a pile of rocks. He hadn't realized it, but his little fireworks display also caused a cave-in, blocking the entrance. Kefka growled and stamped his foot a couple times before frantically looking around. He was going to get that esper if he had to blow up this entire mountain to do it! Finally, he spied a small entrance that was now opened up and flew into it, sneaking into the cave, searching for his esper. Soon, its Magicite would be his and so would the powers it wielded and Kefka would be one step closer to becoming a true god.
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" Light and darkness, they are a balance—one that must always be maintained." |
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The old master shivered as a gust of blistery wind swept across his face. This world was bitterly cold... or at least, this area was. He hadn't been anywhere else yet. "Whose idea was it to make wind this cold?" The old man grumbled, making his way towards the town of Narshe, crossing his arms to preserve what little warmth he could. One thing that came with age was a thinning of the skin. He was more susceptible to cold now than when he was a young man. Just as he was beginning to make his way into the town, that was when he heard it; a loud explosion. The ground rumbled briefly before all was silent again. 'Now, what was that...?' The old man looked towards where he heard the commotion.
The only way to know for sure was to check it out himself. Slowly, Master Xehanort walked up the mountain path, eventually coming out at what looked like a cave. Or at least, what used to be a cave. The entrance appeared to have been blocked by a cave-in. Turning his head to scan the surrounding area, he found another sign from whatever caused the cave-in and presumably the noise he heard as well; several small, smoldering craters on the ground. Grunting as he bent over, Master Xehanort picked up a small scrap of cloth out of the snow. Whatever caused this was powerful indeed. Looking around the various points of impact, it appeared some of the snow had been melted.
"Hm... heavy impact... high heat..." Xehanort mumbled to himself as he began to piece together what occurred. "...A meteor spell. Or something like it." That was impressive. That sort of magic wasn't anything basic. Whoever caused this was a very accomplished mage indeed. Now, to track them down. Examining the footprints in the snow, he noticed that there was a large crowd moving from the town to this location, then one set of footprints moving into the cave alone. So it appeared that this person entered the cave before the Meteor spell was cast, causing the cave-in, and to the best of his knowledge, those accompanying the person were killed by whoever cast the spell.
Following another set of footprints around the mountain, the old Master found himself at another entrance of the cave. "Interesting..." Xehanort mumbled to himself before heading inside. Blinking ahead every so often to move at a faster pace, a figure in incredibly bright clothing came into view. Xehanort paused briefly, looking ahead at the strange man. The feeling of darkness was heavy on him. How very interesting. He blinked ahead once more to move right next to the stranger. Looking over at him, the Master spoke. "Why, hello. Tell me, you wouldn't happen to be the one responsible for that mess outside, would you?"
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 25, 2018 21:00:44 GMT -5
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[attr="class","really"] [attr="class","exhausted"]What good is a star that has lost its light?
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Before Dieter could press onwards, venturing further into the depths of Narshe Mine, a deafening roar resonated through the entirety of the caverns. Before the roar had lulled, the entirety of the cavern had begun to tremble violently. From that point onward, the situation continued to worsen exponentially. First and foremost, there was the issue of the avalanche that Kefka had inadvertently caused, effectively sealing off the entrance. Secondly, there was the issue of the icy stalagmite that had dangled menacingly overhead just moments prior, whom were now plunging downwards to the cavern floor – a shower of frigid death. Not that Dieter was privy to that tidbit, preoccupied with picking himself up off the ground. The sudden pressure differential had thrust him forward, the tremors had knocked him off his feet and caused him to crack his head against an upturned chunk of ore.
His vision blurred as managed to push himself up onto his forearm, instinctively using free hand to prod his own body for injury. So far, Dieter had shredded the palm of his hands, had a couple of lacerations that lined the length of his legs, and most importantly a gash right above his right brow. Before he could treat his own injuries, his eyes widened in surprise as a icy stalagmite landed just a handful of feet away. Before it’d shattered upon the ground, it’d easily measured out to be roughly the size of his arm. Ignoring his body’s protests, Dieter managed to shamble towards the partial upturned metal mine card. Dieter threw himself within it, drawing his arms to his chest as he’d continued to listen to the chaotic symphony occurring around him.
His heart was hammering within his chest, his eyes darted back and forth as he’d waited for the aftershock to dwindle. How many minutes ticked by as Dieter remained feebly curled up within that lone cart? He couldn’t say for certain, although he’d made use of the time he’d been given to treat his injurie. How one might ask? Dieter had daftly reached behind him and gripped the hilt of his blade, muttering a series of incantations beneath his breathe. Masamune , the thought was spoken within his mind, serving as the catalyst that activated the spell he’d woven. The tell-tale pentagram extended out encircling the entirety of the mine care, its’ magic lingering before it was beckoned inwards.
A sigh of contention slipped from between his lips as its’ magick coursed through his veins, instilling him with a boon of Haste and Regen – both of which worked in tandem to treat his injuries. By the time the cave had ceased to tremble, the gashes that lined his palms and thighs were nothing more than silvery scars, although the gash on his brow had ceased bleeding – it would require more time to heal entirely. He’d remained motionless, electing to wait a couple more seconds before he’d dared to leave his haven. He immediately backtracked towards the entrance, only to see that it had been entirely blocked off by fallen rubble. His teeth ground against one another in silent frustration
“There must be a second exit somewhere…”
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Kefka's journey through the cavern tunnels was, to not too fine a point, boring. It was dank, dark and there wasn't even any animals to set on fire. Kefka reminded himself throughout that this esper was worth it and that if it wasn't he could always destroy the mountain, the village and anyone else in it. As he rounded a corner, he suddenly heard a loud noise and darted back behind the wall. He peeked around the corner again and saw... well, it looked like someone dumped a bunch of clothes into a mine cart. Silly idiot townspeople, that's not where clothes belonged. Then he sensed the telltale signs of magic, healing magic to be precise. He could practically smell it! Those stupid rumors were true! This was a true esper, using magic, right in front of him! Granted, it wasn't using destructive magic, but hey, any port in a storm. Besides, this could've been one of those espers that used a variety of magic. Not every one of them was Ifrit, after all. Kefka snuck out of his hiding place as the "esper" started moving. He readied his Lickity-Split Thundaga, his right hand glowing with electricity as small bolts arced around it and up his arm. The sensation of readying a spell, the anticipation of utterly annihilating someone... that never got old. He also liked the fear it caused in an audience, but hey, two out of three wasn't bad. So concentrated was he on his target that Kefka didn't even notice someone walking towards him, having apparently followed him using the same caverns. Kefka raised his arm, ready to throw the spell at a moment's notic- "Why, hello. Tell me, you wouldn't happen to be the one responsible for that mess outside, would you?"
Kefka screamed a bit, not expecting to suddenly have someone talking to him. As a consequence of his surprise, he fired the spell wide, his Lickity-Split Thundaga creating a path of lightning bolts that completely missed the "esper" and hit the cavern wall, causing a large impact that reverberated throughout the cave but didn't do much damage than that. However, a Wererat caught in the wrong place at the wrong time was in the line of fire and he froze in his place as he was shocked by the lightning bolt that struck him. Smoking and blacked, it let a tiny whimper before falling down dead. Kefka immediately turned to address the one who had the nerve to sneak up on him. "YOU! How dare you?! Didn't anyone ever tell you to not seek up on someone when he's... destroying..." Kefka faltered, for the person in front of him was one of the oldest-looking people Kefka had ever met. This guy gave Gestahl a run for his money, even though the villainous harlequin could tell this guy had way more power than that foolish "emperor" ever had. "Whoa, what crypt did you crawl yourself out of? I'd destroy you already if I didn't think you'd keel over any second now... WAIT, WHAT AM I SAYING?! YOU! You made me MISS! I could've gotten a shiny piece of Magicite, but thanks to YOU, this es...peeerrr..." Once again, Kefka faltered. He had turned and pointed at the creature that would've been zapped and noticed that the supposed esper was, in fact, very human. Granted, Kefka had a hard time figuring out if this human preferred "sir" or "madam" but regardless, still very much just a human that could use magic.
"W-WHAT?! You're not an esper! Oooohhhh, can't those idiot villagers tell what an esper looks like?! I didn't kill them THAT long ago! Bah! Good riddance then! I'm glad I disposed of those peons outside." Kefka then marched on the dark knight, completely ignoring Xehanort for the moment. "You! Sir or madam or whatever title you wanna call yourself, WHERE did you get that magic? There isn't supposed to be any on this world, those moronic heroes made sure of that! So what esper did you get that from? I want answers or you're going to know in a moment what TOAST FEELS LIKE!"
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" Light and darkness, they are a balance—one that must always be maintained." |
Xehanort was slightly taken aback at Kefka's reaction to his sudden appearance. He expected some slight surprise, but this was something of an overreaction. Especially the man's Thunder spell he was preparing to fire missing his target and being sent into a far wall of the cave, cooking a strange, rat-like creature that happened to be caught in its path. This person was clearly skilled in magic. He was more than likely the same mage the old man was seeking. The man turned towards Xehanort, berating him for having the nerve to sneak up on him, even insulting his age.
While Xehanort's face contorted into a scowl, he honestly preferred people underestimating him due to his age. It was much easier to fry someone with a fireball when they just assumed you were an old, decrepit man who couldn't even defend himself. For that reason, he decided to keep quiet for now. Especially because it seemed Kefka was wrapped up in something else. Approaching the mine cart that caught Kefka's attention, the old Master noticed a person inside. Their gender wasn't quite evident upon first glance, though. They appeared to be mending their wounds with some sort of healing spell.
This strange fellow appeared to think the person in the minecart was an espeeerrr of some sort. While he wasn't entirely sure what that meant, he figured that it must be something unique to this world. He had never been here before, after all. When Kefka mentioned his elimination of the "peons" outside, the old Master knew then for a fact that this outlandish fellow was the one he was looking for. He would remain quiet for now, however, and simply observe.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 26, 2018 23:02:26 GMT -5
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What is that? Is someone else here? , Dieter wondered to himself, his attention aptly focused on the sudden arcs of stray lightning that danced off Kefka’s limbs. However, before he’d managed to take more than a handful of steps in the direction, an audible scream echoed through the caverns – confirming his initial suspicion, he wasn’t alone. Before the screamed faded, a series of lightning bolts struck the ground, their trajectory off by a large margin. Despite this, when one struck just a handful of feet away, it’d triggered his aerator response – all of the tiny hairs that lined his body firmly erected. His hand instinctively went to the hilt of his blade, tightly gripping the hilt as he’d felt a familiar rush overtake him, the adrenaline, as it’d rocketed through his veins.
His lackluster eyes narrowed when he heard a singular Wererats’ deathly wail, its’ charred corpse sizzling only just two arm widths away. Such powerful magick, could it be Adrammelech? , Dieter thought begrudgingly, uncertain why a trusted ally of Belias would target him – had the Scions gone to war with another? The mere implications of such a thought, it’d made the Archeodaemon’s blood run cold. No, it simply wasn’t possible, Hashmal , would never permit the Scion to wage war amongst themselves – not when Lady Altima’s livelihood was a stake. Dieter steeled his resolve and forcibly swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. With a singular fluid motion, he’d wrenched his blade from its’ sheathe and positioned it defensively in front of himself.
Kefka’s enraged screeches served two purposes, they’d made it drastically easier to pinpoint his assailant, not to mention it’d also confirmed he’d indeed been targeted. His life is forfeit… , The Dark Knight thought cynically to himself, the hilt of his blade protesting beneath the sheer force of his vice-like grip. His leg muscles tensed, the influence of Haste still remained. His lips curved upwards, his normal stoic expression transforming into that of ravenous hunger – he’d exact his revenge soon enough. By the time Kefka had disengaged conversation with Master Xehanort, Dieter had closed half the distance between them.
Kefka’s words meant naught to the enraged Dark Knight, no, if anything they’d only served to further stoke his rage. Does he truly think I am a contracted spirit? . Before he could dwell on that sentiment, Kefka admitted that he’d ruthless slaughtered the villagers, the ones that had just moments ago been standing outside the cavern entrance. Before he could attempt to suppress his rage, Dieter’s head craned backward, a guttural scream tore from his throat, its’ bestial nature echoed off the surrounding walls. If Kefka paid close enough attention, he’d no doubt notice that Dieter’s eyes had abruptly changed, his pupil was now slitted.
“Star Fire, awaken and deliver your judgement, FIRAGA!!”
The Dark Knight howled, his hand extending in Kefka’s direction. Once the last word left his lips, a raging torrent of amaranthine flames spilled from his hand, their sweltering heat trickled through the cavern almost instantaneously. Unfortunately, Kefka’s questions would go unanswered, perhaps the Jester would personally discover what it meant to be toast – that was implying he’d survived Dieter’s flames. May, Hashmal, ravage your depraved soul…, Dieter thought t himself, still enraged by the fact the man before him had slaughtered those villagers – not that Dieter wasn’t guilty of his fair share of bloodshed.
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 "Hee-hee-hee! But what fun is destruction if no "precious" lives are lost?" Kefka was taken aback by this creature's sudden roar. Ok, it wasn't an esper, but definitely not human. What WAS this thing? Before Kefka had any chance to contemplate the particulars about this being's existence, he noticed that this thing shouted some stupid chant to cast a magic spell and then raised his hand at the dastardly jester. The damp warmth of the cave very quickly changed to the sweltering heat more in line with a desert or a sun. However, Kefka had been distracted by something else, as per usual. "Ok, seriously, what the heck's going on with your ey-" Kefka managed to get out before the Firaga spell lifted him off of his feet and sent him rocketing into the far cavern wall. The cavern rumbled as a few stalactites dislodged and fell to the ground, luckily, nowhere near any of the people in our story. A cloud of dust succeeded in obscuring the point of impact, hiding the sight of Kefka's body from view. The cavern soon seized its ponderous quaking, but the dust was not settling as quickly. Soon, a deafening silence blanketed the room. But that didn't last long. Soon, three fiery missles shot out of the dust cloud. They seemed to spread out, the middle one about to hit the ceiling, the left one looking like it was headed straight for Xehanort and the right one heading for a turned over mine cart. Before any of them hit any of those things however, the missiles curved, missing their targets and converging on the would-be hero's location. This spell was joined by Kefka's cackling, as he flew out of the dust cloud, still smoking from the Firaga spell but most definitely not dead. "NOW THAT'S A MANDEMONTHING I CAN RESPECT! KWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! No ridiculous friendship speeches! No talk of hopes or dreams or any of that nonsense, just skip straight to the murder! NOW LET'S KICKSTART THIS SHINDIG, SHALL WE?!" Kefka then charged up another spell and shot a large boulder of ice at Dieter. However, the boulder stopped halfway through its flight, floating in midair. Then it shattered into many, razor sharp ice rocks and each shard rocketed towards Dieter, like a blast from the shotgun. "I haven't the slightest idea of what you are or why you're here or why you're so pretty but don't hold back on me now that the festivities are underway! SHOW ME WHATCHA GOT!"------- Moves used (Also including moves Kefka used in previous posts with the appropriate amount of cooldown done already because I should've before OOPS): Extra-Crispy Firaga: Kefka fires three fireballs that spread out for a short time and then converge on a single target. The attack deals medium fire damage. [Cooldown: 3 posts] Scatter-Spray Blizzaga: Kefka fires a large block of ice which stops in midair then shatters into smaller ice cubes, which then fire in a spread over a wide area at an opponent. Deals medium ice damage [Cooldown: 3 posts] Lickety-Split Thundaga: Kefka fires a line of vertical Lightning Bolts at his enemies, dealing weak electric damage [Cooldown: 2 posts] Meteor: Kefka summons a group of five fireballs which fall out of the sky and then converge on the opponent, dealing medium non-elemental damage [Cooldown: 2 posts] word count :heavy_multiplication_x: @tag :heavy_multiplication_x: notes if you want |
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" Light and darkness, they are a balance—one that must always be maintained." |
Just like that, Xehanort found himself in the middle of a battle. Not that he minded. It had been quite some time since he got to observe a true battle... and that was indeed all he would do for now; observe. The clown was blasted in the face with a fireball from the man in the mine cart, sent flying into the far wall of the cave. 'That looked like it was quite painful.' Master Xehanort chuckled to himself after that thought. The old clown wasn't dead, though. No, the dark aura this being exuded still burned just as strongly as before. In the few seconds before Kefka showed himself again, Xehanort looked Dieter right in the eye.
That was a Firaga spell. Advanced magic indeed. Kefka himself appeared quite capable as well. Maybe even more so than Dieter. Perhaps he might be useful to his plans? Maybe even as the thirteenth vessel he had long sought. That remained to be seen. Whatever the case, this battle would provide the old Master with some valuable information. Should Kefka succeed in this battle, then perhaps there was a chance for him. If not... Dieter seemed moldable. From what the old Master could tell, he didn't have a strong feeling of light or darkness around him. Maybe he could be pushed in the direction that best suit Xehanort himself?
As he finished that thought, Kefka showed himself once more. Three great fireballs shot from the dust cloud he was in, one of them heading right in his direction. The old Master didn't even flinch, however. Xehanort followed the fireball with his gaze at it turned to join the others in converging on Dieter's location. Then came the clown's before-battle monologue. His personality was... colorful to say the last, and it began to grate on the Master's nerves. Once that was done, he slung another spell in the Dark Knight's direction; something like a blizzard spell, but it was different.
'What strange magic...' Xehanort thought to himself, taking a few steps back to give the two some space as he continued to watch their fight.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Jan 30, 2018 18:11:10 GMT -5
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Haughty mage, words have no place upon a battlefield , Dieter thought to himself as he’d taken a moment to mentally chastise his opponent, Kefka, for his perceived careless. Kefka’s perceived arrogance had cost him dearly from the Dark Knight’s prospective, the ostentatiously dressed man was ruthlessly propelled backwards into the far end of the cavern. Dieter’s attention shifted upward towards the overhead stalagmite as he’d felt the cavern rumbling. A handful were dislodged from the ceiling, the earthen javelin plummeting to the ground, exploding violently on contact. A White Mage would have their work cut out for them, if a comrade got impaled.
Before the dust that obscured Kefka’s fate cleared, a trio of flaming spheres rocketed outwards. Albeit, it’d appeared the Mage made a desperate gamble, haphazardly slinging his magick around in hopes of landing a blow. However, that proved to not be the case the orbs veered sharply in his direction, attempting to converge on him at once. His grip upon his blade tightened as he’d plunged it into the ground, taking an additional second to interlock his fingers overtop the pummel of his blade. His eyes fluttering shut as he’d hastily invoked yet another incantation.
“Yagumo rising, all who know god! Ame-no-Murakumo”
Once the last word slipped from between his lips, a baleful mist emanated from his blade. From within the mist, one could hear the district cries of a banshee, its’ symphony was joined by two more distinct sets of cries. His eyes snapped open and he’d issued the mental command, the trio of conjured beings surged forward. Their ghastly talons outstretched as they’d intercepted Kefka’s Firaga spell – hopefully prematurely detonating it by sacrificing themselves. Why do all Mages yammer on incessantly? Do they love the sounds of their own voices?” Dieter thought with a sneer.
With practiced ease, Dieter wrenched his blade from its’ earthen sheath, propelling himself forward again. However, before he’d closed half of the distance between them, Kefka had managed to conjure a giant boulder of ice. The muscles that lined his legs pulsated, visibly contracting as he’d prepared to propel himself sideways – not realizing that the boulder was about to detonate. When it did so, a shower of frigid, razor-sharp shaprnel bombarded him, despite using his blade as an impromptu shield to protect his vitals. Alas, his blade wasn’t wide enough to perform its’ intended job, countless shards embedded in his arms and legs.
His teeth sunk into his lower lip as he’d fought back the urge to let out a pained shout, no, he’d refused to give that pompous windbag such satisfaction. Your screams will bring me great pleasure… Such a twisted thought, echoed throughout his mind as the Darkness trapped within was lulled from its’ slumber. One could see its’ influence as an onyx mass began to traverse the length of his rust-coated blade. Once it’d covered nearly the entire length, it began to emanate thick miasma,
‘Let thy worst fears devour you, CRUSHING BLOW!.”
Dieter said aloud as he’d lunged forward and closed the remainder of the distance, letting his blade arc downwards towards Kefka. If Kefka paid close enough attention, he'd also notice that the bleeding from the sharpnel had already begun to staunch, some of the shards being pushed from his body by healing flesh.
Belias' Dark Templar
A glyph on the back of Dieter’s right hand radiates a faint burgundy glow, pulsating in synchronize with his own heart – proof of an oath sworn to the Scion of Hellfire, Belias the Gigas. Sealed within are many secrets, many of which are unknown to Dieter. Although, he has discovered that it contains Belias’ research regarding the Dark Arts and Arcana. By decipher extensive formulas, Dieter has further trodden down a path he can’t disembark – furthering his ties to the Darkness. In doing so, Dieter has crippled his ability to channel divine energy [restriction of Paladin & Holy abilities]. In exchange, Dieter’s mastery of the Darkness has increased significantly [ with the exception of Unholy Sacrifice, In exchange for a boost in power, Dieter suffers an increased cooldown.] (1 – Light to Medium; 2- Medium to Heavy; 3 -Heavy to Massive – causes ability lockout for the remainder of a thread). Dieter understands that Darkness is more than it seems, its’ nature is negativity and as such has discovered how to weave more effective blights into his sword arts. [ 10% increase in status effects landing, roll 1D10 – status effects hit if 3 or number specified in ability are rolled.]. Dieter’s training has allowed him to maintain his mastery of the blade, enabling him to brandish two-handed weapons with one hand and no penalty to strength or speed. [ Passive ]
Ame-no-Murakumo
An art rumored to awaken spirits associated with the very metal used to forge a swordsman’s blade. When awakened, they cause the blade to pulsate with a benevolent, baleful cerulean aura. This lasts a fraction of a second before a trio of unknown specters from his blade and encircle foes in his proximity [ Can affect up to three if they are within 1.5 M of Dieter]. Their dreary presence brings with it a sensation of malaise, fatigue and most importantly has an offset chance of inflicting them with Slow. [ 20% Chance of Slow, Roll 1D10, if 3 or 5, inflicted with slow, also does Minor damage. Duration: 2 Posts. Cooldown: 4 Posts ]
Crushing Blow
An unhallowed art designed to instill their enemies with unrelenting fear in the presence of their umbra-clad blade. By doing, they not only deal physical damage, minor darkness damage, and lastly has 10& chance to recreate their foes’ subconscious fear inflicting Stop upon them. [ Roll: 1d10 if 3 or 7 inflcited with stop due to passive ] [ Duration: 1 post, Cooldown: 4 ]
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"Hee-hee-hee! But what fun is destruction if no "precious" lives are lost?" Kefka cackled as the ice shards hit their mark, cutting into the dark knight's body. Whatever this guy was, he wasn't exactly untalented. Certainly not as talented as Kefka himself, but definitely worth noticing. The thought of forcibly and painfully extracting the magic from this thing's body delighted Kefka to no end. It was quite possibly the only thing in this arctic hell that would keep him warm at night. However, it would seem that this knight was not out yet. "Oho! You'll need to get a better blade than that! That rusty-looking thing doesn't look like it'll cut air!" However, as soon as Kefka said this, the sword became wrapped in dark energies. Kefka's interest peaked, as none of the goody-two-shoes heroes he fought had the guts to perform an attack like this. Though the moment was spoiled by the little chant Dieter spoke. "'Thy worst fears devour you'? You need a better schtick than that, you're boring me to tears! Besides, I don't even have any fe-" Before he could finish, Dieter lunged at Kefka and struck home with the blade. As the clown figured, the sword didn't hurt that much, but it was the secondary effect that was trying to worm its way into his mind. This only served to cause Kefka to laugh louder as the fear trying to grip him seemed to slither off of him, as if it realized that it was encountering a Heart far darker than the one that used the attack. "As I was saying, I don't have any fears to devour me! I'M THE ONE WHO CAUSES TERROR! You got a lot of guts to try that move on me, but I'm afraid you'll need some brains as well. WHOOOOAHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Kefka then flew backwards and then pointed at Dieter. A circle of blue energy flashed briefly, the only indication Kefka was trying some other spell. "Sine, Cosine and Tangent, my old friends want a hug! TRINE! After his awful chant made in mockery of Dieter's more eloquent ones, three triangles appeared around Dieter. They began slowly converging on Dieter and would even home towards him a little bit if evaded. However, that was merely a prelude, as Kefka posed and a magic circle appeared below him. "Forbidden Magic! Make that guy real DEAD! FORSAKEN! Another magic circle appeared above Kefka's head and started moving towards Dieter at Kefka's command. As it did so, it dropped spheres of powerful magic that looked like TV static if anyone in the room knew what a TV was. It flicker black and white as it dropped to the ground and the exploded on impact into a large dome of flickering black and white magic. The circle kept dropping the destructive spheres as it headed straight for Dieter, apparently intending to bury him under an annihilating mess of magic. ------------- Extra-Crispy Firaga: Kefka fires three fireballs that spread out for a short time and then converge on a single target. The attack deals medium fire damage. [Cooldown: 2 posts] Scatter-Spray Blizzaga: Kefka fires a large block of ice which stops in midair then shatters into smaller ice cubes, which then fire in a spread over a wide area at an opponent. Deals medium ice damage [Cooldown: 2 posts] Lickety-Split Thundaga: Kefka fires a line of vertical Lightning Bolts at his enemies, dealing weak electric damage [Cooldown: 1 post] Meteor: Kefka summons a group of five fireballs which fall out of the sky and then converge on the opponent, dealing medium non-elemental damage [Cooldown: 1 post] Trine: Kefka conjures three sets of triangles around an opponent, which then converge onto the unfortunate victim. Deals Heavy non-elemental damage [Cooldown: 4 posts] Forsaken: Kefka conjures an energy crest which rains energy orbs onto an opponent, ending either when the duration is over or when the opponent is hit. Kefka himself cannot move unless in EX mode while using this attack. Deals heavy non-elemental damage [Duration: 2 posts or until opponent is hit] [Cooldown: 4 posts] word count @tag notes if you want |
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"Light and darkness, they are a balance—one that must always be maintained." |
The clown's assault seemed to be met with a degree of success, the ice shards from his blizzard spell embedding into Dieter's arms and legs. The Dark Knight had tried to mitigate some of the damage by raising his sword, since he had already used another technique to block the Firaga spell. Then again, if Xehanort had to choose between taking a fireball to the face and enduring a few sharp ice shards, he would have probably made the same choice Dieter did. Still, it was clear who was winning the fight so far. Even though his wounds had begun to heal, Kefka's repertoire of magic made him a fearsome opponent indeed.
Then, something happened that caught the old Master's interest again. An inky blackness began to cover his blade, coming off in wisps. That warm, familiar feeling of darkness tickled his senses. It was an infantile darkness compared to his own, but once it matured, Dieter could be made into a powerful warrior. Perhaps even stronger than him. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing remained to be seen, but it bared further examination and research. Regardless, Xehanort would be keeping a close eye on this one. He watched as the blade made contact with Kefka, who seemed to laugh it off.
An attack with a secondary effect? Something fear-inducing based on the chant Dieter had called out. The clown was quick to retaliate, responding to Dieter with a chant of his own-- though one that was clearly more meant as a mockery than anything else-- before firing off another spell. "Trine" he called it. Three triangles manifested around Dieter before slowly beginning to converge on him. Kefka wasn't done with that, however. He still had another trick up his sleeve. Calling out another mocking chant, he conjured a magic circle and bade it move towards his opponent, dropping spheres of strange-looking magic on its way.
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Post by Dieter Wolfram on Feb 9, 2018 1:13:24 GMT -5
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Doubt thine blade, thou doust not fathom that its’ edge has fell countless warriors – their spirits still howl restlessly from within their steel prison. A smirk played at the Dark Knight’s lips as he’d thought morbidly to himself, momentarily relishing the bloodshed he’d single-handedly wrought with his blade. Dieter’s satisfaction only intensified as Kefka’s mocking tone was cut abruptly short, his blade biting into the Jester’s porcelain flesh. Albeit, he’d only managed to land a glancing blow, it’d seem that his dark magicks’ influence tried to take rook within Kefka’s disturbed mind. His flaxen brows furrowed in frustration, Kefka’s shrill, depraved laughter only grew louder with each passing second. Oh Scions, grant me thy permission to rend his head from his body.” , He’d prayed inwardly as his grip upon his weapon shifted, fluidly bringing it across his torso as he’d seamlessly switched from the offensive to defensive – experience once again playing a hand in his decision.
The Jester retreated backwards, shockingly, his feet never once connected with the ground. He felt his skin crawl as Kefka briefly conjured a blue circlet, its’ presence serving as an indication that the deranged disgraced God of Magick was up to something – the question of what eluded him. Before, he could process what Kefka had chanted, a trio of triangles manifested around him, gradually encroaching inwards. He took a singular step backward, shocked to see that one of the triangles had readjusted their course. Such advanced magecraft, perhaps, this fool isn’t as pompous as Lord for no reason , he thought to himself sardonically, miffed that he was forced to acknowledge Kefka’s prowess – a smidgeon of respect existing between the two. Dieter’s eyes fluttered shut as Kefka’s ministrations continued, a heaviness could be felt within the air as Magick energy began to bled from Dieter as he’d prepared his next strike.
The energies released, they remined innated, their presence just flooding the surrounding area. For what reason? The answer would become quite clear in a matter of seconds. A few beads of sweat formed on Dieter’s brow, the mental exhaustion beginning to accumulate as he’d began to take control of the ambient mana, his chanted words serving as catalyst to dictate its’ actions.
“Smoldering Flames far below, punish the wicked! FIRAJA!”
Dieter’s voice resonated off the cavern walls, the ambient mana that he’d saturated the surrounding cavern with abruptly combusted. Dieter’s sihloutte disappearing from Kefka’s line of sight as ravenous flames filled the cavern, their sweltering heat caused the cavern’s walls to sweat. These same flames had become a flaming bulwark, adamantly pressing back against Kefka’s Trine. Dieter’s hand gripped his blade tighter as he’d forcefully delved into his already severely diminished pool of Mana, struggling to grasp enough to coherently weave yet another spell in retaliation.
“Oh, ye spirit within my blade awaken, let thy restless souls become my shield, Kiyomori.”
A baleful green aura dripped from his blade, its’ essence spilling wildly out around him before it’d converged into a tangible sphere. Dieter’s blade darted out and cleaved into said sphere, releasing its’ magick and weaving an invisible shell around himself – granting himself a boon of Protect & Shell . However, its’ presence would be short lived as Kefka’s orbs exploded against the wall, a hexagonal sphere briefly visible as it’d tried to resist the bombardment of magic. A portion of the defenses fell, the magick-dampening shell cracking beneath the strain, albeit, before it’d failed it managed to mitigate a significant portion of Kefka’s Forsaken .
Still, the force was enough to knock Dieter back, the pain radiating throughout his body slowly accumulating as the last of his healing energies faded from his body.
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Firaga - 1 RD
Ame-no-Murakumo - 3 RD
Crushing Blow - 3RD
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Shell - Shattered dampening Heavy damage to Light
Protect- 2 RD remaining
Regen - Ended this round
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Firaja:
The peak of Fire-elemental magick reached by a handful of scholars, those capable of invoking its wraith are awarded titles such as Sage . When cast it is capable of dealing Massive damage to a singular target, unlike its' predecessors, it has an innate ability of Magick Pierce - enabling it to pierce through the status effect Reflect . These conjured flames are a rich violet, borderline black. [ Cooldown: 5 posts ]
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An art rumored to awaken the spirits associated with the unyielding presence of steel. Its’ activation is signaled by a verdant will-o-wisp emerging from the blade, it spirals around its’ caster and those within its’ vicinity before disappearing. Those blessed will find they are shielded against both magical and physical attacks. [ Protect & Shell : Dispelled after 2 Posts or after being hit by either a Moderate or two Light attacks of their corresponding defense. Cooldown: 4 Posts.]
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2018 23:13:33 GMT -5
"Hee-hee-hee! But what fun is destruction if no "precious" lives are lost?" Kefka had done something that he hadn't done in ages, possibly ever. He fell silent in surprise. He couldn't even continue casting his Forsaken spell, though it had done its work. It was such a powerful fire spell, Kefka couldn't even conceive of it for a moment. This person, this thing, was definitely not human. More importantly, this was beyond a shadow of a doubt, proof that there was more powerful magic on other worlds. There HAD to be more espers, more living repositories of magic. Kefka smiled as he watched the flames sputter out and the form of the monster he had been fighting crumpled in a corner. That power would be his... Oh yes... it would be his. He chuckled lowly which escalated into a high cackle. "That power... That Power... THAT POWER! My kingdom for a slave crown! What marvelously destructive power you wield! Why are you WASTING it fighting for people who don't even deserve saving?! Heck, they'd probably run from you, ya monster! Run, run, RUN AWAY IN FEAR! You should be making them cower, destroying the whole lot and ruling over the wreckage of their hopes and dreams! Such a WASTE of good destructive power! It should be in better hands, more to the point, MY hands."Kefka reared back and pitched a Waggle-Wobbly Firaga, a seemingly slow moving but rather large Firaga spell. However, it seemed to change direction randomly as it moved its way towards Dieter. Then Kefka... sort of spun in place and pumped his arms in the air. This was to cast Zap-Trap Thundaga, which caused bolts of lightning to strike around Dieter. This was to ensure he'd stay put! "I'll be merciful and give you until my fire spell strikes to confess where you got that power! I know you get it from some Esper! Tell me! Tell me! Tell me! Tell Me! TELL ME! TELL MEEEEEEEEEE! If you don't, ohohohoho, I'll find out. I'll find out what world you belong to and take your espers and make them give me their power, just like I did to the Espers here! Then the first place I'm destroying IS YOUR HOMETOWN! I'LL DESTROY EVERY LOVED ONE YOU EVER HAD! SO TELL ME OR YOU'LL BE OH SO VERY SORRY! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! KAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" If it wasn't clear that Kefka was out of his gourd, it was clear that even the faintest hint of more power was enough for him to do just about anything. ----------- Extra-Crispy Firaga: Kefka fires three fireballs that spread out for a short time and then converge on a single target. The attack deals medium fire damage. [Cooldown: 1 post] Scatter-Spray Blizzaga: Kefka fires a large block of ice which stops in midair then shatters into smaller ice cubes, which then fire in a spread over a wide area at an opponent. Deals medium ice damage [Cooldown: 1 posts] Lickety-Split Thundaga: Kefka fires a line of vertical Lightning Bolts at his enemies, dealing weak electric damage [READY TO USE AGAIN] Meteor: Kefka summons a group of five fireballs which fall out of the sky and then converge on the opponent, dealing medium non-elemental damage [READY TO USE AGAIN] Trine: Kefka conjures three sets of triangles around an opponent, which then converge onto the unfortunate victim. Deals Heavy non-elemental damage [Cooldown: 3 posts] Forsaken: Kefka conjures an energy crest which rains energy orbs onto an opponent, ending either when the duration is over or when the opponent is hit. Kefka himself cannot move unless in EX mode while using this attack. Deals heavy non-elemental damage [Duration: 2 posts or until opponent is hit] [Cooldown: 3 posts] Waggle-Wobbly Firaga: Kefka baseball pitches a fireball at his opponent, which stops and changes direction as it travels towards its opponent, though it is slow-moving. When it hits, it deals multiple hits of weak fire damage. [Cooldown: 3 posts] Zap-Trap Thundaga: Kefka conjures lightning bolts to strike around an opponent, hoping to catch them as they try to escape it. Deals medium electric damage if the bolts strike home [Cooldown: 3 posts] word count @tag notes if you want |
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