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Post by Wilder~Light on Jul 31, 2007 15:56:37 GMT -5
A dark blue sky watches over the world, its tint being reflected on the ground and all around, creating a beautiful serene surrounding.
Suddenly the peace is broken as two sections of the very air itself explode outwards. Crash after crash vibrates the air as more bursts occur, the mysterious breaks dissolving away like bacteria eating away at tissue, eradicating the space until a pathway began to appear.
Walking through the pathway, a man sighed softly as the black mist completely enveloping his being began to dissipate. The tendrils pulling into the mist just as the last of it vanished, the pathway behind him closed quickly as the space enveloped itself.
The man stood at roughly six feet tall with a mild build, sleek for intense speed, but still retaining a physique for strong attacks. His eyes looked over the area, the brilliant silver color glowing with a soft blue tint from the sky above. Flicking his head, his hair, normally pure white hair now shining with a soft hue of blue, was forced away from his eyes, if only for a second before flaring around him once more. The bangs reached down to his nose while the rest stretched to his chin, slightly spiky and always messy.
“As always, I’m the first one here…” He muttered to himself, revealing a calm cool voice.
Slightly muffling his voice and covering his face was a featureless white porcelain mask that concealed his entire face from ear to ear with only two slanted openings for his eyes to peer through. Hiding his body was a long black trenchcoat with a large white emblem upon its back. Wrapped around his arms, legs, and waist were dozens of white straps, keeping sections of the coat tight against his body. Black leather gloves with the same strange white symbols upon their backs covered his hands.
Glancing behind him and stepping back about four paces, the ground crunching beneath his feet with each step, the warrior leaned against a large dark rock and awaited his brethren.
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Post by darkriku on Jul 31, 2007 16:14:47 GMT -5
The dark sand of the area, following Light, glowed a dim and sickly yellow. The yellow on the ground swelled outward to around 10 feet. The patch soon faded to transparent in certain areas. An aerial view would show a yellow outline of a set of jaws with long fangs. The jaws slowly opened, revealing a yellow hole. Huge, blue tongues, spiralled around one another, slowly rose out from the 'throat' of the jaws. Like a lotus flower, the glowing, blue tongues unwound and laid out on the ground and pointed in every direction.
Standing in the center was a dark figure. It stood erect, but slowly moved off of the glowing platform of tongues. It moved toward Light, but not too close before the blue tongues were sucked back in to the jaws with a quick motion. The jaws closed and faded out of existance.
The figure, a woman, had a boney hand against the black drapery she wore. Cords with round weights dangled off her clothes, creating some sort of balance system that kept her clothes on her body. As if you were looking at a hangar holding up a shirt, you could tell she was rather thin. Yellow eyes glowed through a blue, porcelain mask. The mask was glossy and reflected what little light there was in the area, but alas, it had no features (besides the eye holes) upon it. Her black, braided hair draped all the way down to the middle of her back. She had black bangs that came down and curved inward, stopping at her jawline.
Dawn looked at Light before slowly moving her head left and right to see if the others had come. "Slow idiots," she complained to Light as if she had a right to after having only been in the area for around a minute.
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Post by kairikiller on Jul 31, 2007 16:36:50 GMT -5
The dark blue sky suddenly lit up as something like lightning struck the ground. It didn't produce heat like a bolt of lightning, but gave off a red bolt of light. The cause? Worn swords and javelins. The dirty, but shiny weapons were stabbed into the earth in a circle. Nothing happened afterwards for a brief moment, before a bubbling noise could be heard. Boiling red liquid supernaturally rose from the ground, contained within the circle of weapons. The bubbling slowly grew louder and louder, but was unable to overcome the sound of the roars in the distance. The bubbles, upon popping, gave a scent of blood into the air; yes, the red liquid was blood.
First, the head slowly slid up out from the pool of blood. The mask it wore was a glossy, dark purple. The eyeholes in the mask curved inward at the corners, giving the mask a sinister look. Strange enough, the mask had not features, but the webbed cracking on the side of it gave it a look as if it had been struck with extreme force...nearly to the point of breaking. The creature's eyes glowed red through the eyeholes of this mask, matching the red hair that you could only see a little bit of at the moment. As it was pushed up from beneath the surface of the blood pool, more and more was revealed. Eventually, you could see that its body was huge and bulky, a beastly creature. It was eight feet tall with hair that met with its feet. The hair itself was kinda messy, accented by the black streaks. The red and dark purple features of this creature went well with the black clothing it wore. The clothes were ripped shreds that were fastened together by long links of silver chain. On its wrists were cuffs with chains dangling off, as if it had broken out of a prison.
This thing once it had been fully revealed, crossed its arms. As if this was the blood pool's signal, it sucked in the worn weapons that made up of the circle, eventually shrinking into nothingness and leaving the creature behind.
"Hope you all got a bit more of a party than I did. My date didn't wanna put out." The creature known as Dusk chuckled after he made his joke, walking (which would seem like a stomp to a normal person) toward the group.
"Let's see. Light and Dawn, but Shadow aint here? Heh-heh, leave it to Shadow to be late."
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Post by thaed on Jul 31, 2007 17:31:32 GMT -5
A deep blue, almost black sky watched over the entire location. It watched over the black sand, over the many dark colored rocks that jutted out from the sand, and it listened intently to the constant roaring sound, the constant crashing sound. Then, from the frigid air above the black sand, a disturbance appeared. It was a distortion of sorts, for in the shape of an oval above the ground, a portal of darkness opened up due to massive skeletal hands. They ripped open the very fabric of space in order to form the portal. It began a foot above the ground and stood at almost thirteen feet in height. In width, six feet. After about three seconds, in pairs of two, skeletons of human beings emerged from the portal. Each pair of two was connected by black chains that wrapped around their necks and trailed backward, connecting to the next pair of skeletons. Also, each pair was straining against something. All six pairs were on hands and knees, crawling intensely as they pulled along a massive throne. Though the throne floated above the ground atop a green mist, it was still seemingly gargantuan in size, thus in weight as well.
The throne seemed to be made of a black, glassy material, and it was carved beautifully with such detail that not an inch of it seemed dull. It would be surely fit for a king, were it not for what sat upon it. The warrior's jet black eyes peered through two holes on the black, 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 white heart shape was engraved into the mask. The heart was painted white, yet a small circle portion remained unpainted 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 ivory, but it seemed like it was painted after it had already occurred. A battle scar that was tampered with, if you will.
A solid black cotton robe with green stitching and trim 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 green tipped black hair to fall a little over where his eyebrows would be. His left arm rested on the arm of the throne. His right forearm bore something strange and unique to this world as it too rested on arm of the throne.
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 with dark green pupils. That's when he pointed his slender, gloved finger to the skeletons which immediately took notice, despite the fact that they were not looking at him. Everything, including the throne, sunk in to the black sand, becoming a part of the cloud of green smoke. The only things that remained were the cloaked warrior and the green mist beneath him. He still sat in mid air, though, as if the throne had not been holding him up in the first place. As he floated there, the warrior began to descend from the air and onto the cloud of green until finally, he took a standing position within the mist. Now it seemed to be coming from under the cloak.
Looking around, he was clearly the last one here...again. He looked in the direction of the three warriors already here, thinking to himself as his eyes went from one to the other. "Dawn...Dusk...Light."
He took slow steps forward, which almost looked as though he was gliding(Due to the green mist that poured out with each step he took). "Forgive my poor timing...he took a little more effort than I expected." Came his voice, not nearly as mature as one would expect.
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Post by Wilder~Light on Jul 31, 2007 18:10:46 GMT -5
Light flicked his eyes from one warrior to the next as they each entered, smirking slightly at Dusk’s comment. He was glad that his rival wasn’t her, it would have been too boring.
At Shadow’s entrance, the warrior couldn’t help but roll his eyes. The man thought himself nothing short of a God and the pride he showed annoyed Light to no end.
“Nice to see you’re all here finally.” Commented the warrior, pushing off the large stone with his back and walking a bit closer to the others. “Besides Dusk, I take it we all had fun with our appointments?”
Light looked at each of them before laughing slightly, flicking his hair out of his face.
“Did any of you get a great deal of enjoyment from the shock on their faces when they saw the LockShield? It was such a fun little look on my rival’s face, nothing but pure shock and horror!" Called out Light in a sudden burst as he tightened his right fist, looking at it like he could see someone’s face in it. “Not one person in their universe has one, not one has ever seen it, I can’t wait to see that look of terror again and again and again!”
Looking up from his arm, the sparkle in his eyes dimmed a bit as he rolled them.
“Though I will admit, the talking, the questions, the begging, the yelling! It’s so annoying! It needs to end!” Whined the warrior as he punched himself in the head, right over his left ear.
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Post by darkriku on Jul 31, 2007 18:23:17 GMT -5
"My idiot refuses to shut up. He keeps whining. Blah, blah, blah, evil this and evil that, who are you, what are you. Bagh! Makes me wanna spit." She made a throat-filled noise as if she really was going to spit, but decided against it...especially with the mouthless mask on.
She parted from the group only slightly. Dawn had found a rock to set herself upon. It was smooth and low to the ground. It wasn't as comfortable as she would have liked, but found herself ignoring it and crossing her legs beneath the black cloth she wore in an attempt to find comfort.
Dawn's eyes soon were fixed upon Dusk. That man must be torturing his idiot mentally; poor, poor, idiotic girl.
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Post by kairikiller on Jul 31, 2007 18:32:29 GMT -5
Dusk felt awkward at the talk of the voices of their counterparts. "She" had told them that they would start hearing voices within them, but he had yet to find such a thing, but he expected that was just due to how he was surpressing Kairi still.
Speaking of "She"...
"Eh...lucky She told us about those KeyBlades. Nasty buggers. Would have certainly done more than this," he said, tapping the crack in his mask, "if we hadn't known. Heh-heh. Unfortunately, my little..."rival" was like an ant trying to fight a bear." Dusk's massive arms crossed against his broad chest. "Eh, if the KeyBlade would have been in my hands...imagine the possibilities! How many would fall! Heh-heh. But, I suppose that is why guys like us don't have the Heart for things like the KeyBlade."
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Post by thaed on Jul 31, 2007 18:52:22 GMT -5
Shadow could feel the annoyed look that Light cast his way. Were it not for these frequent looks, Shadow wouldn't have a problem with Light, but as is evident, there is a minuscule thorn between the two. He knew exactly what the others referred to: the current annoyances within, yet his weren't as bothersome as what they made theirs out to be.
"Mine was a bit harder than I expected..." He said, shaking his head from side to side. "And you've sure got that right. Were we not warned, I bet it would have been even more of a problem." Shadow continued, thinking of how his porcelain mask had a new crack and gritting his teeth in frustration. Though, that frustration did not come from his sudden realization that his mask would soon need replacing. It came from the fact that he continued to hear that solemn, high-pitched whisper. "I can't believe I lost...I let everyone down. Whatever happens...it's all my fault." And as he continuously heard those words whispered, he clutched at the side of his head with his left hand, sighing as his muffled voice barely carried on.
"Mine isn't that bad..."
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Post by Wilder~Light on Jul 31, 2007 19:52:30 GMT -5
“Well it’s a pain we can all live with, we’ve endured far worse for sure. Right now, with our antithesis gone and the purities within our grasps, we can focus on our true goals.” Spoke Light in confidence, a smile upon his face as he looked at the group. “Right now, only the pests are able to get through, but once we find the weak points, our servants will flood the worlds like a dam bursting..."
Light looked up, staring at the sky above, small twinkling stars.
“Breaking the weak points will also help in our aiding some of our friends as well, though it'll be a while before anywhere near an army of them are through..." Muttered the Warrior.
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Post by darkriku on Jul 31, 2007 20:09:39 GMT -5
"Bagh," Dawn said, her eyes rolling at Light's words. "Like finding the weak points will be fun. How annoying... She expects us to do all this work, but noooo, I'm not given any real help. Instead, I get stuck with you losers."
With her shoe, she dug her heel into the dark sand at her feet. She could tell that the sand must be cool to the touch, and she had the slight feeling as if she had touched it before. But, this feeling was blown off as woman's intuition; how strange.
"Until then," she said, uncrossing her legs and leaning backwards against a rock, "we've gotta work together and use the pests. Pests. Small, itsy bitsy pests...what a lame situation."
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Post by kairikiller on Jul 31, 2007 20:21:35 GMT -5
"Eh, we might as well start happy, so get over it, you nagging hag," Dusk bickered before turning back to the group.
"Power is what we need. Power is the answer to all of our problems. If ya have any type of real power and ya find a world with power, then we got everything all set and tidy and in a nice little package for the taking."
Dusk's red eyes caught a nearby rock. The rock was probably the size of a watermelon, but it would be no task for Dusk. He approached it, amused at the idea of his visual explanation-to-be. "Pretend this is a world with power," he began, snatching up the mini-boulder with one hand. He tossed the large rock into the air several times as he continued talking. "Pretend I'm the embodiment of power. See how I can make the world do whatever I want? But-" Dusk immediately crushed the rock in his hands. "See, too much power ruins everything. Heh-heh." Yes, there really wasn't a point to his words and explanation...he just wanted to show-off.
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Post by thaed on Jul 31, 2007 22:38:23 GMT -5
"No...no, no." He emphasized, shaking his head slowly from left to right. "We can't look in such places if we seek weak points. They will be extremely difficult to locate." Shadow summarized, shaking his head once more at Dusk's cocky show of power.
He looked at Light for a second, shifting his view quickly as to prevent problems. His gaze now rested upon dawn. She was never the nicest one, always quick to argue, to fight back. It was quite admirable at times, at others...not so much.
Shadow then looked to the ground, thinking to himself as the fingers on his right hand rubbed the palm of that same hand. They longed for something: a handle. Shadow clenched his right fist and from it the Keyblade formed. Of course, it was the same shape and size of the original Kingdom Key, but the colors and material were much different. Those things had changed once he had taken him...once he had taken the necessary things from him.
Now he held it up, gazing up at it in awe. "Now we really are unstoppable...eh?" He asked the group, yet he already knew the answer to the rhetorical question.
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Post by Wilder~Light on Aug 1, 2007 11:26:49 GMT -5
“Tch, were you seriously surprised Dawn? You’ve been with us for so long now, anyone would know it’d be best not to split us four up.” Spoke Light, smirking slightly beneath his mask. “She most likely had heard of our legendary abilities and strength, let alone the destruction it brings, and thought us four to be the best and wisest choice.”
The warrior’s eyes suddenly flicked to the side as the truth hit him seconds after speaking. While they were strong warriors, the most fearsome in the Dark Realm, he knew that She would have still chosen them even if others were more powerful, simply because of what they were…
Watching Dusk’s display, Light sighed softly and shook his head. He didn’t care much for it, but at least he made a few small points.
“The more powerful something is, the bigger its weakness becomes.” Muttered Light as he closed his eyes, rubbing the side of his face with his hand. “While hunting down weak points very powerful worlds could prove useful in releasing millions of little helpers, as well as a good amount of our friends, it would be a waste of time trying to find them.”
Opening his eyes, they revealed a deep thought.
“We’d do much better if we focused on finding our goals now…”
His gaze turned to Shadow and he felt a twinge of aggravation. Summoning the KeyBlade was not a wise thing to do, who knows what summoning it in the Dark Realm could do…But it was too late and there was nothing to do but keep himself ready incase something reacted…
“Unstoppable? Perhaps. It all depends on how good of defenses that realm has…” Stated Light, nodding slightly. “But in all likelihood…” The warrior looked up into the eyes of the rest of them. “We won’t have any problems claiming their realm as our new home, especially once we find them…But where do we hunt first?”
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Post by darkriku on Aug 6, 2007 17:29:01 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah, so I'm told," she said to Light, her dull eyes transfixed on their unofficial leader. Light was a man that liked to talk more than the rest of their group. He was the one that pushed all of them, the one that demanded to be listened to. As such, he had become their leader...even if no one really wanted to admit it.
Especially Dawn. She was probably the smarter one of the group. If she put her mind to it, she wouldn't be confined to the demands of their boss and to fight alongside this other fools who used too little brain in battles. But, she knew that she didn't have to protect them. Dawn knew she just had to keep herself alive. Dawn knew that she was being used as a pawn by She. In fact, Dawn was fairly certain they all knew.
Her eyes moved over to Dusk. Well, maybe he didn't know. He was just a warhound.
"...where do we hunt first?" was what Light asked the group.
Of course, Dusk had some suggestions. Unfortunately, she would have to use adjectives, since she didn't know the names. "That delightfully scream-filled world would work. Or..the town in the very middle of light and shadow. There is that one world...the zoanthrope filled one. And the world of hot sands and magic. Plenty of worlds for the taking."
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Post by kairikiller on Aug 6, 2007 18:03:00 GMT -5
Dusk looked around at everyone. They didn't seem to be as vastly impressed by his immense strength as he had liked, but he refused to call attention to his dissapointment, lest he become embarassed.
His masculine arms refolded against his chest at the lame suggestion of Dawn's. "Those worlds...aint got an ounce of power to them! We need worlds with power! I already told ya that. Their prescence there would make the world implode or somethin'. Doesn't make sense. Even I can see that."
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao