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Post by northsky on Jul 18, 2007 19:09:33 GMT -5
Her stomach growled. Loudly. She punched herself in the stomach, trying to silence it. Peeking up, Faelin walked over to the waiter, about to take the last kabob when suddenly someone swiped it, and in a matter of seconds, the kabob was once again a long bamboo stick. Blinking at the empty platter, she mumbled under her breath, a bit upset and her stomach still growling.
Walking around, she listened in to tid-bits of conversations, silently on the look out for the King again, wanting to take a closer look at the ruler of this beautiful place. Not that she had anything to say to him. She hardly have anything to say half the time. But there was just something awe inspiring about the little guy, not counting the fact that he was a mouse and that he only came up to her hips.
Around she walked, keeping her eyes out for the glint of the king's crown, squeezing and pushing by the claustrophobic mass of people, trying not to offend anyone with her rather harsh way of moving.
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Post by angelous on Jul 18, 2007 21:54:21 GMT -5
Angelous entered and looked around for the king. Not seeing him he wandered around until he bumped into a girl, and said sorry, then quickly went over to the king. He said, "We need to talk NOW!" People started to stare. Angelous didn't mean to cause a scene, he was just scared was all. Where can we go to talk," he said. "Someone in a black robe like the one I am wearing knew me, and I don't know how." "He didn't even stay for more than long enough to say long time no see, Angelous. I blinked and he was gone." "Never mind, talk to you later. I guess it can wait." He wandered over to the girl to apologize while the king thought, what it was, he didn't know. He got a better look at her, and then he started to calm down. He like the way she looked. He didn't know what it was, she just looked good. "Look I am sorry for bumping into you, I was just scared was all." My name is Angelous Lycan. What's yours."
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Post by seraph on Jul 18, 2007 22:31:01 GMT -5
Angel had followed the King and the other man into the hangar. He knew that the King knew he was following. There was no way he didn't.
At some point in the castle...the spell had to wear away. The king was just feet away from him and he was unable to attack.
"How sad and ironic," he thought as he came closer to the King.
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Post by northsky on Jul 18, 2007 22:34:49 GMT -5
Someone shoved her aside roughly while she was busy shoving others aside. She bit the inside of her cheeks, trying to control her temper and telling herself over and over and over not to run after the man, drag him down and give him a good beating.
Her upset was shook off when the man started screaming at the king in a panicked way. He really was out of his mind. Along with the others, she stared at the two, eyes wide. Amazingly, no one went forwards to stop him. The man was screaming at the head honcho for god sakes.
Suddenly he stopped, then turned, heading for her. She frowned, backing away. There was no way she was going to interact with a mad man.
"Look I am sorry for bumping into you, I was just scared was all. My name is Angelous Lycan. What's yours?" He approached her, apologizing.
"Scared doesn't give you the right to yell at the king," Fae scowled, her gray-blue eyes glaring at him. He really seemed freaked out a few seconds ago though. Wimp.
"The name's Fae," she answered him all the same, out of politeness.
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Post by seraph on Jul 19, 2007 10:20:55 GMT -5
Angel called out to the King,
"Mickey! Why are you walking so quickly? Let's talk!"
The passageway was cold and sparcely lit with a few spread out candles. Water dripped down the walls through cracks cause by old age. This castle was old. The oldest castle in existence, Angel wagered.
"What is going on here, exactly? What's with the crazy Angelous kid? Aren't you a bit...worried about him?"
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Post by sorant on Jul 19, 2007 10:45:24 GMT -5
The view was geeting boring. People still milled around talking, following, and eating. Man this party seemed like one big bust. Maybe he should have gone down to Destiny Islands...oh well he decided to stay here and see if the party would start to spice up. He would have cause a bit of trouble right about now but something kept stopping him from doing anything remotely violent.
He stood up and back flipped of the hedge and crashed down on top of a pile of bowls that held punch. The liquid flew everywhere spraying all the people around him with the many different liquid versions of the punch. Sorant was soaked through and quietly stood and wagged his body like a dog, further spraying people with the juice. After the first few seconds of shock a few groups of people started to laugh at him and he even heard a few "Troublemakers." here and there directed at him.
Fully embarassed and quickly rushed away to a corner of the Garden that the Broom workers went to to get food and drinks. He asked one is they had a towel he could use to clean himself off. He receieved it only a few moments later. Turning to look at the damage he did he noticed that is was already pretty much cleaned up. Even the table was fixed and the punch bowls being refilled. [darkred]"I should have looked before I lept."[/color]
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Post by thaed on Jul 19, 2007 23:21:04 GMT -5
There was something different about the sky today. It was not the usual color of light blue. But, it was not this way from the start of the day. The sudden transition from a light blue to a dark, cloudy grey would surely cause on of two things among the partygoers. 1.) They would fear a storm, ruining the level of happiness at the soon to come rain, or 2.) They would sense the same malevolent force that King Mickey was feeling now. Of course, he was still among the crowd, on his way to the hangar to speak with the boisterous, amnesic man. But the new feeling within his heart had caused him to stop dead in his tracks.
Looking up, The King's eyes searched the dark clouds above. He did not know exactly what he was looking for yet, but it was obvious that something was coming. The twin brothers, lightning and it's louder sibling took turns boasting to the crowd. And soon, their cousin raced down, falling from the clouds at high speeds, millions of them, each one pelting the bodies of the partygoers, soaking the people with what their essence was: water. The rain was heavy, and it didn't take long for it to make a once cheerful place full of a feeling of sorrow. In a sense, that emotion was sensed by The King as he stood there, disappointed at the new environment and frightened by what he sensed would soon arrive.
He was very well aware that Angel was behind him, and he was very well aware of his intent. It was known that Angel and who he thought was Ansem held some closeness with each other, but had he taken the time out to realize that Ansem destroyed himself, Mickey would not have much explaining to do. Regardless, if what was coming was as powerful as Mickey predicted, they would need to stay away from each other in order to survive, for if Angel intervened, Mickey doubted that he could take on whatever it was that was giving off so much of a dark pressure.
And that's when it happened. From about twenty feet in front of The King, a sheet of black glass formed in thin air. The structure was six feet in height and three feet in width. Within it, despite how impossible it may sound, an even blacker shadow than that of the glass formed. Its shape was identical to King Mickey's body, and it held the Keyblade. As if it did not like the form of the King, the shadow grew, and as it grew, the weapon it held changed to something entirely different, as did its appearance in general. It now stood at the full length of the black glass, and the weapon it held was oval in shape. The weapon was not a KeyBlade, though. Instead, it seemed to surround the spot where its forearm would be, taking on no definite shape as it continually morphed.
The glass shattered, shards and fragments of darkness embed glass fell to the wet grass below. The rain continued to beat heavily upon this location, and it did not discriminate against the only glass form that remained standing: the warrior in the mirror. It seemed as though he took on his own identity, now, for he was no longer the mere reflection of The King. The King thrust his right arm horizontally across his chest and out to the side, palm opened wide, and summoned his Keyblade. An intense flash of light revealed several swirls of white energy originate from the palm of his hand and travel away from the hand for about three feet. The light then solidified, molding into the familiar shape that was a Keyblade. The golden keychained, black handled, silver squared hand-guarded, golden bladed weapon glinted brightly, though, there were no sun rays evident through the clouds. The warrior from the mirror looked down onto the large mouse. Of course, the mouse was noticeably small, compared to most everyone here, but he was large for a mouse, nonetheless.
The warrior's jet black eyes peered through two holes on the white, porcelain mask that rested on his face. The two holes on the mask were the only openings: none for breath, none for speech. There were only a few other discernible marks engraved onto the mask. On the lower left side of the jaw, a black heart shape was engraved into the mask. The heart was painted black, yet a small white, unpainted portion of it stood in the center. A large scratch ran from the bottom of the right cheek-bone to the jaw and curved to the point of the chin. It, too, was painted ebony, but it seemed like it was painted after it had already occurred. A battle scar that was tampered with, if you will.
"Ughck...my opposite is this thing?" The warrior asked, finally speaking and in a tone of voice that was not as deep as you'd have thought. A slender, gloved finger on the left hand pointed down at Mickey. He was clearly disgusted at having an "opposite" such as The King, disappointment was evident as well. He frowned, but his facial expression was not discernible at all. The only thing that could be used to try and guess his expression were those deep, solid black eyes. A solid black cotton robe covered every aspect of his body, adding a ghostly affect to his appearance. The hood that covered the top of his head allowed only a small portion of black hair to fall a little over where his eyebrows would be. His left hand dangled to his side. His right forearm bore something strange and unique to this world. It was had no definite shape and was constructed of many rotating gears that were corroded in a thick green substance, almost reminiscent of the inner workings of a clock. As the gears rotated, the shield--which was now apparently very large, for if his hand were touching his stomach, the top of the geared shield would begin at the collar bone and the bottom of the shield would end at the lower section of the thighs--took on many shapes, each one the same size in height but each one different as to what they looked like. The first set of rotations lasted for some six seconds before taking on the shape of an oval. The second set of rotations lasted for the same amount of time, this time taking on the shape of an upside-down triangle upon completion of rotations. And the third and last set of rotations lasted for the same amount of time, this time mixing the two shapes, oval and triangle, and creating an entirely new shape: a heart. At the center of the heart was a shining white hole, only visible for a second upon becoming visible. Then, the series of rotations began again.
The King frowned, not understanding anything of what the warrior said. "Opposite?" King Mickey thought, tightening the grip he had on the handle of his Keyblade. "What is your name, warrior? And what do you mean, 'opposite'?!" He said demandingly in his confused, high-pitched voice. The warrior simply chuckled to himself as his cold eyes bore into Mickey's. "My name?!" He began with his high pitched voice. "You do not DESERVE to attain such information. Not of my name, nor of the definition of my words." The warrior continued, truly angered at the way Mickey spoke to him. Despite their identical rank, the warrior did not take a liking to acknowledging others' ranks. He looked from left to right, noting the mass amount of people staring in awe. Then he took a step forward, the long black robe trailing several feet behind him. With each slow step forward, small amounts of green mist poured out from beneath his feet. Only the mist was viewable, though, for the robe covered his feet as well. With a nod, he drew his weapon from his left side, holding out his left arm in front of him as a green mist materialized from nothingness. In his hand, in the same fashion that the Keyblade had appeared, an immensely decorated scythe had formed from the mist. The top end of the scythe, the end with the actual blade, was crafted with such skill that it simply looked godly. There was not a single flaw on the blade. As for the handle, it, too, was perfectly crafted. In fact, it was crafted to such a degree that it looked round, but in all reality, it was as twice as flat and twice as sharp as the blade of a katana. Perhaps it was even unbreakable. It created an illusion that could tell someone that it was safe to wield, but they would surely loose the hand they attempt to wield it with. They better hope they tried to wield it with only one hand. Perhaps this is why it was telekinetically wielded by the warrior. At the bottom end of the long handle was a chained whip of sorts. The whip was crafted to appear like a thicker version of barbed-wire. Twas not safe at all, especially because it could move independently, not ever harming its master unless told to by the master himself.
"It's mine." The warrior whispered, grinning widely though he knew very well that it was not evident at all. That's when he attacked, rushing forward and twirling his scythe's blade diagonally down and toward the left shoulder of Mickey Mouse. The King reacted quickly, raising his Keyblade over his head to block the blow as he jumped into the air, frontflipping several times while in the air until he began falling. He grasped the handle of the Keyblade with other hand as well, crashing downward with all of his might to attempt cleaving his opponent in two. The warrior simply raised his right forearm above his head, blocking the blow completely and thrusting upward with the shield. This knocked Mickey off balance, throwing him higher into the air and away from the warrior. But, as he flew backward, he reared back with his right arm and thrust it forward once more, chucking the Keyblade forward with all of his might and sending it flying like a propeller toward the warrior.
Seeing the spinning weapon of destruction, the warrior waited for a moment, obviously showing off as he waited until the last moment to raise his shield. The Keyblade collided with the shield, and one would only think that the warrior would be knocked back at least a little, but the defense of the shield was great as it seemingly caused the Keyblade to do the opposite of what it had just done. Now, the weapon spun back to Mickey who had already been running forward from a safe landing upon the ground. He caught the Keyblade with his right hand, continuing to run forward as his little legs quickly pumped away. The warrior sent out the chained whip, aiming it for the forehead of The little King who reacted by dodging to the left hand side. The Keyblade remained in the right hand, held at the left hand side as he obviously prepared for a horizontal swipe. As he reached the warrior, he examined the position of the warrior, noticing that a scythe attack was aimed for his legs. Seeing this, he jumped into the air above the warrior, slowly flipping forward as he looked down, upside down above his enemy. Mickey attacked with the Keyblade, swinging it down and to the left side of the Warrior's porcelain mask.
The masked attacker of unknown gender had a split second to consider his possible actions, and he knew exactly what he had to do in order to ensure defeat. The tip of the Keyblade smacked hard against the side of his face, smashing the right corner of the right eye and sending the warrior stumbling to the his left. That's when he acted. The scythe's chained whip wrapped around both feet of King Mickey, halting further movement and slamming him to the ground. The warrior immediately thrust himself over the body of King Mickey, slamming his shield into the chest of the King...well, it was so large of a shield, that as he slammed it op top of him, only the tail and right arm which held the Keyblade of The King was visible as they lied there, limp. Little strength was needed to discontinue the struggle of King Mickey. The scythe then disappeared in the same show of green mist it had come from as soon as the warrior touched it with his left hand; the shield disconnected from the warrior's forearm as the sound from the moving gears stopped and the warrior pried the Keyblade from the grip of King Mickey.
As he grabbed the Keyblade with his left hand, he placed the palm of his right hand onto the back of the shield. A portal of blackness allowed his hand to pass through the shield and apparently into the body of King Mickey. After several moments of concentration, the warrior removed his darkness blackened hand. It was almost unbelievable how much darker his black glove was due to the darkness of the portal. But as long as one could see, they might as well believe. In his right hand, the warrior held a throbbing ball of white energy. He examined it for a moment, holding it closer to his eyes as it's radiance seemed to put him into a trance. But he soon broke away from it, slowly raising the Keyblade in his left hand and placing the white orb onto the golden blade. The appearance of the Keyblade changed entirely, not only growing a bit longer to suit the warrior's height but changing form and color as well. It was now a black Keyblade with a scythe like blade that protruded greatly with several spikes hooks and mini-blades. The handle was that of a typical keyblade except for that it was of glass material. Within the darkly stained glass flowed a green essence. The square hand-guard was also a rotten green color that had a black keychain attached to it. The keychain's pendant was the decaying skull of a mouse, and it seemed as though it could move independently as well. The keychain slithered up and around the hand of the warrior, wrapping around his hand and remaining in place.
The warrior laughed for a moment, cherishing this moment as he commanded the Keyblade to disappear for the time being. It did so immediately upon his command, seemingly poofing from existence in a show of black light, however that was possible. Replacing the shield upon his right forearm, the warrior of Death, the warrior who walked the path of shadows of darkness as King Mickey did looked down into the grass. Mickey's body grew black as his heart was removed. Slowly bus surely, his entire small body was ebony and stricken with what seemed like rigomortis. And, almost as soon as every inch of the body was covered in blackness, it evaporated into the air leaving a dark, thick mist. All that remained of the precious King was his imprint within the damp grass. Looking around once more, the warrior pointed out with his left hand as he spun around in a circle. He was attempting to gain the attention of everyone with his next words, "The apocalypse...it begins now." He yelled in between giggles as he stepped backward into a portal of black and green mist that solidified into glass and shattered as soon as he was safely within it.
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Post by seraph on Jul 20, 2007 0:22:03 GMT -5
Angel had all but stopped moving when the fight had began. The King himself had been over thrown. What a shocker! Sure, he had wanted to do it himself, but it had been done nonetheless. What he really wanted to do now was congradulate whoever had just done it.
Chaos had spread like a wildfire and had just as quickly died down. The rain continued pouring down. It might have even began coming donw harder when the King had died. Were the heavens crying? Angel wondered. It had all happened so fast. No one had even tried to help the King. Angel, however, had not wanted to move. Whoever had killed the King wieled great strength, this was apparent. And, as he thought about it, this new comer whom Angel had breifly admired, suddenly became a problem.
The barrier had been lifted, obviously. The crazy Angelus kid had left and now everyone else was scattering, trying to find refuge from the chaos and rain. Walking toward the center of the garden, he smiled. It had been a great party after all.
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Post by northsky on Jul 20, 2007 0:26:56 GMT -5
Rain....she hated the thing. But at the same time, she could not avoid it. She stood in the middle of it all as people dodged left and right for protection from the harsh pounding of the raindrops. It doesn't make much difference anyways. Everyone got wet in the end. What a way to end the party. Soon she was soaked from head to toe, water dripping from every available finger, edges of clothing, and strands of hair. She can smell the grass beneath her, and feel it slowly turn from compact dirt into mushy mud.
Blinking water from her eyes, Fae shivered. It was not the cold that was bothering her, no, it was something else. Looking up at the sky, she ignored the raindrops invading her gray-blue eyes. Something was coming. The next three minutes were a blur. A dark warrior appeared, cloaked all in black, carrying a weird shield with chains.
Her breathing seemed to get heavier, and she could feel the people next to her stop to a halt, all eyes were on the monster and the little king, who courageously stood up to this abomination. She wanted to run forward and help this mouse she didn't even know, had never even spoke to before. Why was he the only one fighting? Why was no one else helping him?
Sluggishly, she lifted her foot, but it was as if the mud was sucking on her foot, gluing it down, refusing to let go of her boot, refusing to let her go to the king's aid.
She got to him, eventually, she got to him. But it was too late, the monster shrieked with laughter than had everyone plugging their ears with pain, screamed something about the apocalypse, and disappeared with his new keyblade. Fae tripped, landing in the mud, the rain beating on her harder than ever, as if punishing her for not getting there in time. The only thing left of King Micky was a small imprint in the wet grass, dark bits of mud peeking out from the well paved green.
Blinking, Fae dropped her head into the grass, its well cut, sharp blades cutting her pale cheek, leaving streaks of red. Her fist clenched until they turned white, ripping at the grass. For once, she was glad that it was raining, so no one can see her cry.
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Post by seraph on Jul 20, 2007 0:37:38 GMT -5
Angel stood atop of the podeum that the King had set up just for this event and surveyed the scene.
Chaos.
"Looks good...aw, but what's this?"
He saw the single person lying by where the King had been. The only person who had tried to help? Perhaps not. But the only person who cared to stay behind and possbily cry? Yeah. This was her. Pushing off of the podeum with his right foot, he landed, moments later, by the weeping girl.
"You know," he said, "there's no point in crying over someone you didn't know. Think of this as a lesson. Next time, you won't be so slow to react, love."
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Post by northsky on Jul 20, 2007 0:46:42 GMT -5
If she had been a bit faster, a bit more in tuned to her surroundings, she might have gotten to the King. Someone was standing above her, talking...to her? Lifting her head up, she blinked twice, trying to make it look like she was not crying. It was unusual for her to cry, she thought she was empty of all tears years ago, but here she was, silently weeping for someone...she didn't even knew.
Pushing herself up slowly, she flipped until she sat on the wet grass. Gulping, she looked up at the man, letting the rainwater wash the tears from her face. No one would know. "Crying?" Her voice cracked, and she stopped, clearing her throat. Opening her mouth, she tried again. "Crying? What makes you think I'm crying? I wouldn't waste tears over someone I did not even know." Her eyes were slightly red, and so was a face, but other than that, she seemed just fine.
Why was she crying in the first place? The king had seemed like such a majestic and powerful being. To see him brought down so easily, in a matter of seconds, it devastated her. And crying, it would seem, was perfect for this condition and this weather. Even the heavens are weeping for the mouse king, so why shouldn't she do the same?
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Post by seraph on Jul 20, 2007 0:54:00 GMT -5
She was cute what, with her jet black hair...(or was it violet?),the little red ribbons around her arms, and her eyes that were very befitting of the current situation.
"MM-hm. Yes, well, denying it isn't doing anyone any good now, is it?"
(I'm trying to think of a good way to leave the party topic. lol got any ideas?)
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Post by northsky on Jul 20, 2007 1:10:53 GMT -5
[We can continue it on the Disney castle board if you want or we can do something else........]
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Post by seraph on Jul 20, 2007 1:15:49 GMT -5
(lets move it to the other board then. I don't want to just leave this scenario without a sense of closure, you know? I'd feel weird about it. lol)
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