Search and Destroy [C]

[darkriku]

Slender blue tongues unwrapped themselves from the frail figure they held hidden within their grasp. Stepping over the yellow jaws, hung open like a giant trap across the green lawn, the blue masked enigma observed the ugly trimmed ornaments that surrounded her and dotted the square, what appeared to be a, courtyard. ‘So stupid,’ she muttered to herself behind her mask. ‘What a waste. It doesn’t even look good. What idiots thought this up?’ Silently snapping together, the jaws devoured the blue bundle of tongues and faded from existence.

With a quick glance over her shoulder, it would seem she had indeed beaten her brute of a partner to their next targeted world. Still, what was taking him so long? ‘He probably got lost or had to ask for directions,’ she once more grumbled with indignation. She half considered finding a place to sit and wait but decided that it wouldn’t be worth getting back up should he show up in the next few minutes. With an exasperated huff, her mind nonchalantly reviewed once again the mission that was about to take place. Though it was simple in theory it was almost a certainty that she’d have to break it down for her comrade not once but a few times as they searched the place. Likewise, keeping him from destroying everything upon sight was going to be quite a task as well. Not that there wasn’t anything wrong with wiping this sad excuse for a world off the map, and especially this revolting courtyard. But searching for ‘THEM’ would be a lot easier if she could avoid doing so in mounds of rubble.

Ah, but where to start? That was a good question. A treasury room, though a bit too obvious, if it were highly guarded would be a good start. Of course, so would the king or queen’s chambers. Maybe even a library could hold a clue or two. As for any secret chambers or hall ways... ‘Seems we’ll have to destroy this place sooner or later to get what we want,’ she continued to mumble in agreement with herself.

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Posting Order:
1) Xero
2) Gemini
3) Ophelia
4) Seraph
5) Jack
6) Roxas
7) Dawn or Dusk
8) Dawn or Dusk

TO MAKE THINGS EASIER AND FASTER, ALL SIX POSTERS ARE ALLOWED TO POST IN ANY ORDER AS LONG AS DAWN AND DUSK POST AFTER THEM (Basically, 7 and 8 stay the same, but 1 through 6 can be of any order)!

[kairikiller]

Cutting through the bright sky, penetrating the fluffy clouds, rained down the swords and spears. These weapons were rusty and dirty and chipped...as if used over and over in a hardcore battle of epic proportions. But, alas, they were not to be used for fighting here. Instead, they were a teleporting device. The weapons had skewered the earth in a circle. Within this circle, coming from the ground, bled up blood. This blood was mystically contained as a boiling pool within the circle.

Then, a great battle roar came out from the depths of the pool as Dusk leapt out into the sky. No blood trailed behind him, fore he was dry. His red hair, like a cape, caught the air behind him as he landed with an earth-shaking thud. The man remained in a kneeling position with his eyes darting to their corners as he glanced around for an enemy. "No one to kill yet? This aint no party. And what, was I stood up again? What a lousy love life I have." Dusk sighed sarcastically, but then laughed a little afterwards. He knew Dawn was a little ways behind him, but this would get on her nerves more, so he naturally said it in such a way.

As he stood fully, his eight foot tall stature casting a gigantic shadow behind him, his portal sucked in the blood and the weapons and just shrank out of existance..as if it had been flushed (but without the sound).

His red eyes peered out through his dark purple mask. With his massive hand, he ran his fingers along the cracked portion of his mask.

"What are you doing?! You can't be here! Leave! Now!" is what he heard his last 'date' cry out in his mind.

Behind his mask, a wicked smile grew. He didn't know how much longer he could stand having Kairi in his head before wanting to commit suicide. But, who knew, maybe he would find an opponent that could kill him on this day. After all, this place was the world with the strongest Light...shouldn't it naturally have the strongest fighter of Light? And then it hit him, Sora and King Mickey...the strongest light fighters were gone. What a dissapointment this would be.

He knew he should have gotten drunk before this.

[darkriku]

About time! But did he have to make such an annoyingly loud entrance? Her mouth parted to address the oversized idiot, but just as quickly shut back together as he started to speak. Hidden eyebrows behind her mask then furrowed downward in infuriation of her partner. “Idiot! I’m right behind you!” she automatically shot back before giving his words and her own better consideration. For in a round about way, she had just unfortunately agreed with him that she was indeed his date for the evening.

Stomping forward, her long black braid swaying behind her, Dawn walked over the now returned patch of lush green lawn where Dusk’s bloody portal had stained the earth just moments ago. Barely reaching his elbows in height, if she were to stand on her toes, the smallest of their group of four stood completely cloaked in her partner’s massive shadow. Silently she observed his hand reaching up to feel the crack that now decorated his mask. Could it be that her associate was actually experiencing a moment of deep thought? If so, he had certainly picked a wrong time and place to do so.

And then it dawned upon her... “And I’m NOT your date! Just for that YOU can summon our servants!” she snapped while strolling around his hulking form and taking lead. A small door situated in one of the four stone walls that surrounded the area had caught her eye. While she had no idea where it led, she refused to enter the miniature castle shaped hedge that occupied the center of the courtyard. How stupid! Though, it would have been somewhat amusing to see Dusk try to enter it.

Still slightly fuming, the lone female of the group turned and watched her partner to make sure he did as he was told. She was interrupted however by a momentary outburst of her mental captive. ‘Shut up in there, stupid teenage brat,’ she muttered under her breath. Ugh... she wasn’t sure how much more whining she could take from this kid! With a quick jerk of her head, Dawn snapped out of her thoughts and back to the task at hand.

[kairikiller]

“Oh?” Dusk’s deep voice asked in fake surprise as he turned his hidden face over his broad shoulder to see his ‘date’ who was now standing directly behind the tall man. "Ya know," he began, slowly turning his body to face his partner in crime, "ya could be nicer. I heard somewhere that for every negative comment you say, it takes somethin' like ten positive ones to reverse the damage you have wreaked upon mah wittle heart. Not gonna keep the relationship going for long if all you do is use negative comments! But..., that is to be expected from a woman. They should stay bed-warmers...nothing else." His smile behind his mask was obviously there; didn't need to see it to know that. "Heh-heh," he chuckled, amused at what he believed to be clever.

His smile and desire to be obnoxious only grew as Dawn had allowed him to get to her. "But, honey bunny!" he falsely moaned, giving up his masculinity for a moment to further annoy his female partner. "I dun wanna get them." Who needs them anyway? Weak things don't deserve to fight alongside me! ...Then, Dawn had turned back to see if Dusk had did as he was told; he frowned. "Fine..."

A small pool of blood gathered beside Dusk. Dusk, crossing his arms, didn't bother to even look at it...slightly frustrated he had to use it in the first place to summon such useless things as the 'servants'. Quickly, Dusk's LockShield floated out of the pool and stayed upon the ground. The blood shrank beneath the shield, disappearing and leaving the large object behind.

The inverted, triangular shield simply sat there. That is, until Dusk said, "Open up already."

From each of the 3 points of the shield, red energy shot out horizontally a little ways before moving about a foot up into the air and drawing a familiar symbol. The same glyph worn on the back of each of the warriors was the symbol being created in the air. The black symbol, upon completion, dichtomized down the center by a white streak.

The white streak, too, split, but slid apart horizontally like a double-door. Odd growls could be heard now. From an aerial view, you could see white eyes slowly opening and piercing the darkness of the interior of the portal. A thud wrung out with each massive claw that reached out from the darkness and grasped the edge of the glyph, wanting to pull itself out. But, they were hesitant to.

Dusk stared down into the portal. "Ya'll are lookin' mighty perty," Dusk joked, trying to put a southern accent upon it. He knew Dawn was watching him, so was going to make this quick, going to give them a quick and simple answer that even they could follow. "Play, destroy, have fun! Just don't get in my way."

Instantaneously, the purple creatures leapt out from their hole. Some grasped the edge of the portal to get out, the stronger ones used their legs and jumped out. Either way, there were many of them that were pouring out with each few seconds.

Dusk didn't bother to see if they were doing as they were ordered. Instead, he crossed his arms, dismissed his LockShield (and thus the glyph portal along with it), and went to follow Dawn.

[xero]

A strange flash of grey appeared in the air, hidden from the view of the two warriors by a hedge. The grey shaped itself into a figure, who wore a black cloak. The tattered edges of the cloak trailed along the ground as he looked around. "My, my... what brought me to this world? The Cornerstone of Light should keep this Sanctuary from being defiled, but my portal clearly led me here." He murmured out loud, removing his hood.

His skin, a grim shade of black, glimmered in the slight light of the garden. He tilted his head as he continued looking around, blood-red eyes gleaming. His blood-red hair shook slightly with the movements of his head, and the golden rune on his cheek flashed. He spotted the low hedge he was hidden by. "In the air... I can feel it... powerful presences." He muttered, clmbing the hedge. He was met by a horrific sight.

Many purple creatures throughout the garden. "...no..." He said in shock, seeing the back of someone leaving. He jumped down from the hedge, landing on the ground. A weapon appeared in his hands, the Blade of Destruction. It's black metal gleamed in the light, surrounded by it's red aura. The millions of tiny red runes that made up the aura moved about, creating a shimmering effect. A single chunk of obsidian was set in the hilt. He started walking towards the people he saw, sword glowing.

[Renewed Gemini]

Purple mist filled the castle. It formed a body on his hands and knees. He was panting heavily, obviously just getting away from something (see "In Hiding" in the Deep Jungle for more info if you care). He looked up to see two figures standing not too far off. He could tell that they were up to no good. That part, he liked. Yet the black haired boy with red eyes couldn't help but feel that these people were dangerous. More dangerous than Gemini was.

That's when he noticed his long-time rival, Xero. Gemini stood up. There was something in Gemini's heart trying to tell him to help Xero. He decided to listen to that part in his heart and he unsheathed Millenia, his sword. He sped up his walk until he was at Xero's side.

"Any idea what's going on?" Gemini asked casually. He hoped his casual tone would let Xero know that Gemini was not here to fight HIM, but these people. After all, there could only be one Extremely Evil Beyond Reason person in the universe.

[ophelia]

OT: Just a hunch, but I'm guessing this is the "storming of the castle" thing. May I intrude? O.O? (if you don't want me just delete)

Something squeaked deeply inside the confines of the castle. It squeaked gently, softly like metal on metal coated in soft gold.

A faucet was turning.

Slowly. Oh ever so slowly. Turning in the empty air entirely on its own. Beads of condensation formed on the high above on the goofily large shower head and the near by faucet mirrored it's twin. A trickle of water flowed from the spout growing stronger as time passed. More clear water oozed up from the drain and from in between the tiles to form small puddles. The stream flowed insistently faster and the deep tub had soon filled to the brim with water. But the water level continued to rise and the spout started to spew liquid forth like a small water fall. The sparkling faucets turned crazily spinning out of control. Water splashed over the sides of the cavernous tub and smashed violently onto the floor. The Mirror fogged and bled moisture.

Then suddenly a huge sickly bubble of muck (shinny like an oil slick) popped over the drain like a gross slurping sound. A smell of rotting seaweed and over powering salt filled the air as the bubble gushed, like a pestilence wilting the nearby potted plants and flowers. The contents spread a dark cloud across the flowing river and splattered the walls with rancid brown seaweed. The entire expanse of water was black.

Ophelia burst from the depths with an explosion of polluted salt water. Her head was thrown back and her gills and mouth gasped for clean air grotesquely. Her webbed hands, slick with slime, slipped and slid along both sides trying to a grip and pull herself out. She rolled out and landed on the floor with a wet slap. With crusted eyes darting around and mangy long green hair tangled around her face and body in a messy web-like shroud. She crawled toward the door on all fours with an anticipating smirk. A Cheshire cat smile a hungry shark would wear. All fifty-five teeth razor points and gleaming.

She managed to pull herself to her feet with both hands clamped around the door knob. The door buckled against her weight and the door to the Mickey's-bathroom ripped open, releasing a huge toxic wave of ocean water into the castle along with a battle-ready merling.

[seraph]

Angel felt it. He knew before he had left Hallow Bastion what would soon happen. Not exactly the details anyway, but he knew that one of the strange beings from the party would appear unto this place again. He stood atop the white and blue-tinged castle, staring down at the two black-clad figures and two other figures as well. The imprint from King Mickey's body was slowly beginning to fade away, and the grass in that area was beginning to die out all together. This world's rain had ceased since he had been here a few hours ago. But the mud was still thick, and the grass in the area was destroye from the battle that had taken place between the king and the shadow-figure.
Looking closer, it became clear to Angel that neither of the shadows below was the one he had seen previously. His guess had indeed been correct; there were more. But just how many more? He now knew of three. And judging by their attire, he assumed that they, like the first, bore a Lock-Shield. He would have to the highest precautions if he planned to talk to these creatures. The way they moved told Angel that they were indeed intelligent. Well, the skinnier one was anyway. It looked as though the hulking one was here solely to destroy someone or something. Or maybe both.
The hulking figure had also just summoned a bunch of large, purple creatures that, at first were confused about the reason they had been summoned. But once the man had told them what to do, they immediately set to searching the castle for anyone. And in that brief second, he had seen it. Just out of reach was the Lock-Shield. They did have one. This trip would not be a waste after all.

Angel remembered Atrum. He had wanted to obtain this information something terrible. How ironic was it that he had left Angel when he had decided to come back here? Angel shook Atrum from his head and focused in on the other two characters. They were hiding from the shadows.
Angel remembered the battle between Mickey and the other shadow. If Mickey could not take down one...

What did Angel care if these two died? Angel need only ask a few questions and then take his leave of the world. But, upon glancing again at the pair, he saw that one now bore a glowing, red sword. Angel smirked. This guy was a moron. Angel looked now at the other, still behind the bush. He appeared to be of the dark as Angel did. As did the other man.
A strange thought crossed into Angel's mind.

"How stupid..." he whispered to himself. He then found himself teleporting to the man behind the bush. He must have been in a good mood.

"What exactly are you and...that crazy thing doing? Do either of you know who these people...or things are?" Angel asked him quietly, pointing over to the man with the glowing sword.

[jack]

The deranged thing was playing with his fingers as he walked across the hall in this fine castle, he barely noticed the courtyard that was apparent between the pillars. "Where did the little finger go? Did he go to the market? Oh yes he did." The deranged lunatic mumbled to himself as he traversed across the majestic hall, not even noticing the two warriors summoning their strange minions. But his fingers were the most interesting thing right now, so finely built, why yes, a finger could do nearly anything. Just think of the speed one could write with a well trained wrist and finger, or perhaps the more agile drawings But then again, a finger was just a finger and nothing more. Dividing his attention to the left, he stared down from the edge of the balcony built hall, and upon the two warriors. "Who might you be then, stupidity incarnated and just another weakling?" The insane one spoke towards them, not realizing the threat they may pose, but they were still far away and unless their speed was that of a ship through space, they could never hit him from all the way over there. Just incase, a thin black smoke began to emerge from his skin. "Are you this insane? Don't you see how strong they are? What a fool I decided to stay in. You should never have come and take the book from us." The voice spoke inside himself, harassing him like it always did.

But did that matter? No, his mind was too broken to process such things, if it were not for the demon inside, he would be a mindless thing, helpless. But with the book, that would never happen, he could feel the stream of power surging through his corpse. There was little alive, bearing the book, but at least he could still keep going, without pain, without misery. But without feeling.

He was damned, left to rot as a punishment for taking the book.

(( Since my thread was delayed, I will simply give him the powers he was supposed to have when it ended. I will edit this into my character any moment now. ))

[yuber]

To add more to the disruption of this once peaceful world, another intrusion was bound to happen. Yet this one had its own unique presence in which all would be bound to, especially the female porcelain masked character. Above the hedges and lush grass and pretty hedge trimming, a swirl of black water appeared upon the Colonnade. For several moments it was present aimlessly swirling until out of its opaque depths, a perfectly shaped oval formed out of the mass. Accompanying this feat of nature, as some would argue, were odd streams of jagged black light. Mere seconds passed before it all faded away leaving a few bubbles of black which soon dispersed and a dark figure.

Dressed in a black cotton cloak, his eyes were azure gleaming against what little light reflected off the silver rails apparently to stop others from falling over the pathway. Long platinum hair draped down in a spiky method which stopped just below his neck and a pale Caucasian tone took his face, the only bare flesh visible. A long silver zipper adorned all the way down the center of this black cotton cloak and one would think it could be divided, yet others argued inversely. On his feet, long boots for attire as a portion of the cloak fell behind the male figure, adding a sort of mystery to who he was. Yet like all other people belonging to the immediately recognizable Organization XIII, he wore black gloves.

Yet this person was no member of that accursed group. In fact he was quite the opposite and wished revenge on half the member itself. His creator, Vexen. How he spat that name when he was forced to shift his tongue to create such a disgusting sound. Indeed, the Riku all saw before the Castle of Light was no Riku at all, but a copy. Fabricated from data in the castle of memories. Recently the Replica had been visiting alot of castles, but he payed no heed to where he was going.

A deep sigh escaped his lips as he walked a few steps forward barely avoiding the silver railing. He wasn't going to place his hands on them, looked like he needed support. Indeed the Replica was now far stronger than his original could of ever dreamed. "And what do we have here..." he murmured to himself in his usual cold, sarcastic tone. There as alot of difference between the two now. His twisted past and painful journey had seen to that. Looking over yonder he found the two that was causing the disturbance, as well as a company of unknown creatures. "Just lovely...I come for a break and look" he nodded to himself. Deciding against jumping into the fray like the rest of those fools, he simply folded his arms over his chest to see how events unfolded.

[darkriku]

Stupid, intolerable, chauvinistic boar! Dawn’s teeth ground together as she grew more livid by the second. Finally, as Dusk intended and was probably waiting for, she exploded. “Idiot! Its men like you who stupidly force such intelligent female minds to waste away!” Husks tore up the ground around her, but she barely acknowledged their presence. Suddenly, as if she had finally had enough of her partner, the warrior stopped dead in her tracks and turned upon him. Her yellow eyes narrowed dangerously in his direction. In a single quick and fluid movement, Dawn threw her left arm horizontally to the same side and grasped the cold handle of her scale. Inequity. Its golden reflection dangled and swayed to her slightest movements before seemingly stopping still in time.

A soft yellow aura sprouted and dissipated about the mysterious balance to have appeared out of no where, only to rest calmly in her hand. Even as the air began to tremble around her and her partner, Inequity remained unmoved. After all this time ignoring the pests around her and pretending she hadn’t noticed, it was time to act. “All you males are idiots!” she continued to rant, though cunningly as to not give away her little secret just yet. More and more energy accumulated around and behind her until at last ‘it’ had appeared.

The long, slimy body of a tremendous worm laid spread out against the courtyard’s now quivering stone walls. Without eyes or ears to guide it, a prehensile forked tongue lolled out to one side of its massive jaws, equipped with three rows of teeth. Copious amounts of drool began to dribble down what could have been a chin perhaps, but burned and ate away at the grass upon hitting it. Little wisps of acidic smog rose up from the ground and drifted in the air.

Since those Husks had so stupidly missed their chance, obviously something more reliable needed to be summoned to keep the nuisances distracted while they searched for ‘them.’ Ravenous would do the job. Placing her free hand on the creature’s pale skin, the giant worm let out a terrible screech that momentarily silenced the castle. ‘Good, you know what to do, so do it,’ she addressed the creature in a muffled tone. The creature responded by instantly lunging forward, mouth agape and dripping with saliva. At the last instant it missed ramming into Dusk and swerved towards the odd group of three being led by the fool with a glowing sword. With a sickening gagging sound, it spewed hot acidic vomit towards its true intended targets.

A curious glance was cast her partner’s direction before Dawn again turned around and started walking. The thought of scaring her fellow warrior, for even just a second, was enough to send a small smirk to her face. Either way, she had made her point. Large enough for even Dusk to pick up on, she hoped. “Come on, let’s go,” she called back over her shoulder as if she were calling a dog. “There’s no one here of interest to either of us. These pests are just a waste of our time,” she then quickly added, just in case Dusk was thinking about slipping off to join the fight. Though, she was sure that even he had enough sense to know that there wasn’t any ‘fun’ to be found here just yet. Still, she couldn’t help but be a bit demanding. And as blood thirsty as he was at times, it was best to eliminate any small thoughts or instincts before they got the best of him.

[kairikiller]

The red eyes of Dusk peared out through the glossy mask worn on his face. He simply looked over his shoulder that had gathered at his backside. And then, he looked back over to the man who had addressed the two warriors. Behind his mask, his eyebrow twitched. This ant dare speak to them directly? "Heh," Dusk noised to himself as he decided that the 'insane one' would be his first target.

But, before Dusk could do anything, Dawn took over.

Dusk remained calm as the air around him and Dusk picked up. He knew what she was doing; he had seen it before. That sickly creature that was wanting to be a parasite, but was too large for any host. Dusk whistled mockingly toward the pale-skinned creature, admiring its features of pure disgust. As if he had summoned the creature himself, the giant worm charged at him. Dusk's legs shot apart into a battle stance, but alas...the creature purposely missed him.

Dusk snarled at himself for allowing Dawn to win this round...even mumbling a little about how Dawn was such an annoyance. But, soon, his mocking personality returned with a full smile. "Hey, babe, don't be like that! Bratty girls aren't my thing, you know that."

He didn't wait for an answer or even a response from Dawn. Instead, he turned his head to look at those who had come...and now were being attacked by the worm. "Eh...yeah, you're right. Man, what a dissapointment... They're barely stronger than my last date." He sighed before succombing to Dawn's demands by following her. "You sure your overgrown caterpillar can handle it?" Dusk asked, half-mocking, half-serious.

[xero]

Xero barely had time to react against the worm's attack. Time seemed to slow down as his brain went into hyper motion. Liquid is still matter, and my sword will affect it! He brought his sword up to bear in time, cutting through the acidic liquid. The liquid broke off it's movement, and started sheering to both sides, as if hitting a curved wall.

The force of the attack started to send Xero backwards slowly, his feet cutting into the ground. While the acid wasn't touching his hands, the close proximity made his hands feel like they were on fire. "GEMINI!" He grunted. "The worm!" He couldn't say anymore, his sword being pushed back under the onslaught. He couldn't hold this up for much longer.

[Renewed Gemini]

Gemini saw the attack coming just in time. He poofed into a puff of purple mist, but saw Xero stop the attack. He turned back into his human form and heard Xero. Gemini nodded, but instead of attacking with his human form, he began to change.

His black hair was melting into his back, creating a large furry mane. His red eyes changed yellow and his pale skin turned deep black. His purple robe melded into his body to reveal a very muscular torso. Gemini's feet grew larger and his toes grew claws. His hands and fingers did the same. His mouth and nose grew into a snout. He changed into a giant wolf on his two legs.

He barked loudly and ran at the worm. He dropped on all fours and then jumped onto the top of the worm's head. He began attempting to claw the thing's eyes out.

[ophelia]

Through the middle of the courtyard a wave a small spout of spray streamed through the hallway and lapped against the toes of those doing battle. Another louder creaking whispering noise could be heard, but was unfortunately lost in the sounds of war and left the make-shift soldiers on both sides totally unprepared for the unslaught that was about to come.

At the end of a long hallway that fed into the spacious garden a towering main door buckled and groaned. The lavender royal-blue and gold paint split into a multitide of hair-line cracks before crumpling in two with a loud SNAP!! A large wave, about fifteen feet high roared for a second before bearing down unmercilessly on the unlucky warriors, washing down the hallway in a rush of foam at a disturbing speed.

This however was not just average sea water. It was unsual, apart from the fact that large waves did not normally inhabbit the mouse's castle, but because it was black and slick with undiluted petrol (sticky, hindering, and poisonous as hell), masses of rotting sea weed, and dead fish. (A little lead too.) The choking bile shimmered with hints of a deep sickly emerald among the tar-like black and left the area flooded with about five feet of water.

Ophelia swam like a mass of tangled eels at the depths of the chaos.