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Post by High's .Valentine. on Apr 2, 2009 1:30:14 GMT -5
There was nothing for Lune to do except to nod and accept the duty of guarding some she really didn’t want to risk her neck for. I mean, come on, the person’s just lying there, not doing anything! Fearful, Lune glanced at the mage, who seemed to be cooking up something frightening. She grabbed the limp person by the arm and began to pull the unfortunate man [or woman…] away from the scene. If Lune was to guard this person, they must get as far away as possible! Even the darkness of this endless world was safer than the giant monster.
Unfortunately, Lune could not call forth the magic dormant in Rio. Not right after she had just brought Big Lune forth. And unfortunately, she wasn’t getting anywhere fast enough. The person was fatter than she had assumed. Looking up, the young anthro discovered that she might not need Big Lune anymore. Dropping the person, she jumped up and down, whooping as the creature crashed to the ground, writhing and moaning in pain.
“Serves you righto!” Lune laughed, clapping for the mage.
Of course, she always tends to celebrate a bit early. Suddenly the monster was back on its feet, and Lune froze. Was it looking her way? No...yes…oh no yes…
Turning, she ran.
Turning again, she ran back, grabbed the stupid unconscious lug of an idiot, and attempted to run.
“AH!” With a spurt of energy, she managed to pull both the victim and herself out of harm’s way as the horn crash down into the spot right where she use to be.
“Omph!” Rolling over the comatose human, Lune turned and once again grabbed him. She wasn’t out of harm’s way yet. “Oooh…” Lune whimpered, kicking the body behind her so she can further the distance between the hostile and the threatened. If needed, she still got one trick up her sleeves, literally. But when put up against something this size, there’s a guarantee that if she did attempt to counter the next attack, her limb would snap under the pressure. Something she just did not look forward to.
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Post by nascent on Apr 2, 2009 10:38:36 GMT -5
Grimacing at the impact, Magus found himself flung like a rag doll by the creature, tumbling several feet after he landed. It seemed he had been right to assume the foe still had some fight in it. Spitting blood -- actually liquid darkness, but who could tell in this bleak void? -- the mage got to his feet just in time to see the small girl narrowly avoid the beast's attempt to crush and impale her. A scowl swept his features; this madness had to stop!
Once more leaping into flight, he sped over to where the girl and the unconscious person were, landing just after she'd kicked the victim to the side. Dream Reaper still held firmly in his grasp, the mage began to chant; at his feet, shimmering golden energy radiated outward to form a circle... a clock, whose hands began to spin at a frantic pace. For just that brief moment, the light of magic burst forth into the endless abyss, sending wisps of energy up into the air around Magus and Lune as a golden glow enshrouded both of their bodies.
He'd put this girl in harm's way quite enough already... it was time to ensure she'd be safe for the rest of this fight. With a flash of light the clock's hands struck midnight, Haste's effect blooming to empower those who stood within. Magus gave the girl a reassuring nod, then flew straight at the enemy once again. This time, with unnatural speed on his side, he was determined to cut that horn clean off and end this.
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Post by Heroic Bilby on Apr 3, 2009 0:49:53 GMT -5
But would either of them need to act as such? Maybe not... that is, if certain assumptions were correct.
'Why is he attacking the horn so desperately?' Henry wondered inside his suit. 'Is it... is that its weak spot?'
The child in a man's clothing hadn't been here when the beats had been finally knocked over. He could only assume based on the Mystic's actions as he stood back. And assume quickly at that. The monster rose again and struck Magus away while Henry had stood idly. The boy cried no in his mind, hoping that the man hadn't been hurt. A foolish wish, but his. As the creature charged the Black Knight to blow him away as well the scythe in his hand suddenly began to glow with a deep blue outline. The desire to end this brimmed forward and in the moment of truth he struck.
The Black Knight's borrowed weapon would slash at the opponent's horn as it rammed him. The magical power of Cleave now ran through the blade, cutting through any material without resistance. Henry bet his new found power on Magus' guess and struck just before he himself was knocked clean away.
The boy could only look back up from his position on the ground afterward to see if it had been the right guess.
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Post by Shinn on Apr 3, 2009 20:55:09 GMT -5
These three had assumed that this beasts horn, (one of the strongest parts in its entire skeletal body), was it's weak point. If that were true, then their earlier strikes at the beasts horn would have harmed it instead of doing nothing. No sooner would they find out how mistaken they truly were. They were so close in figuring it all out, but they assumed things too quickly and this would have dire consequences. As Henry and Magus rushed forward in order to attack the beasts horn, the beasts mouth opened wide and spewed out a thick green fog into the air right as Magus and the dark knight were closing in on it. Once hit by the fog, the both of them would be instantly petrified for a short while, leaving them vulnerable to the beasts attack. Even Henry's mystical armor would succumb to the green fogs effects and prevent any type of movement.
But what of the girl? Would she be able to use this moment of distraction to use her trump card? Would it even work?
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Post by High's .Valentine. on Apr 16, 2009 0:29:25 GMT -5
[SORRY! DX]
…What did they expect out of a girl who looks out for herself before anyone else? Lune didn’t know right from wrong. And well, she has a weakness for people with authority, but the man did tell her to protect the pathetic comatose sod. Was she suppose to save the other two too? It sure wasn’t on her to do list. Feeling the surge of energy
She felt her limbs tremor with the sudden new spell. Not from fatigue, but from energy that needed to be released. Picking up the unconscious lump, Lune took a step backwards, and suddenly, she was moving at such a speed she had trouble taking a breath. The scene was getting further and further away. The paralyzed individual who had been helping her. As for the other…the moving armor, she didn’t feel much guilt for leaving behind—not that knowing there was a kid inside would do much to guilt her into going back. But there was something terribly uncomfortable about leaving behind the man with the powerful magic.
Stopping, she took a much needed breath, glancing back into…darkness. She could hardly see them now.
And…and…HOW WAS SHE SUPPOSED TO GET OUT OF HERE?!
Panicking, Lune dropped the person, who was as limp as ever. Out of frustration, she kicked the man/woman/person in the abdomen. The poor individual would no doubt feel the burn of the pain when they awake.
“Aw, this ain’t no fair!” Lune groaned.
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Post by nascent on Apr 17, 2009 9:50:01 GMT -5
(OOC: This is either going to be my best move of the fight or my worst... time will tell.
If not the horn... the eyes, then? That's the only thing I can think of right now.)
He was extremely fortunate for the time dilation effect that Haste had upon its recipients, Magus thought. To others he was a blur of motion; to him, everything else moved in slow motion. It was this altered sense of time that alerted him to the monster's counterattack in time to respond; he was too close to dodge the gas... but perhaps he could do something about it.
Veering his flight path as hard as he could to one side, the warlock began weaving a series of arcane gestures. Licks of crimson light illumined the edges of his gloves for the most fleeting of moments, and with a final motion he caused a bloom of flame to erupt -- right in the midst of the still-spewing rancorous fog. The spell went off closer to the creature than the mage, mostly in hopes that something in the foul spray was flammable or would combust; if it worked, Magus hoped the flames would travel back to the gases' source... but doubted he himself would escape the firestorm. If it didn't... well, then he'd soon be at the beast's mercy.
It was a gamble he'd have to risk. The fumes were already wafting over him, and he could feel paralysis creeping up his limbs. There was no way he could keep flying like this -- once the effect took him completely he'd drop like a stone, and that was only moments away at best.
If this fight didn't end soon, he wouldn't likely survive.
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Post by parasiteeve on Apr 17, 2009 15:38:24 GMT -5
(You got the horn thing right, but you are missing a very important factor to it. Once you figure it out, beating this thing will be easy. This is like fighting bosses similar to the Zelda series. It's more than hack and slash.)
Magus fire spell caused a disruption in the beasts attack forcing it to stop its green mist spewing. It backed away to shake the flames that were lingering on its face. Once it did it would now be able to attack the petrified Magus. This time the attack would not fail in ending his life.
Suddenly the beasts horn began to glow as it rushed forward towards Magus. As it started to pick up speed, the horn grew brighter and brighter until a stream of light came from out the horn and encased the beasts skeletal body creating an illusion that the beast was a bright comet. But it was not headed towards Magus anymore. It ran past him and continued its coarse to where the unconscious person and Lune was at.
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Post by Heroic Bilby on Apr 20, 2009 23:54:28 GMT -5
[ Well guys, this is literally it for Henry. Maybe I'll push him a bit if I can/have to, but otherwise this shall be his final effort to fight the good fight. I would have liked to read up on the hints a bit more to uncover the secret but... going out with the in-character action is always the best role-playing bet. Let's see what happens! ]
It was a good thing Henry had just laid on his back looking up to see if his attack had worked on the beast, otherwise he'd have been petrified alongside Magus. The flames used to counter the gas didn't seem to stop the creature though. As the Black Knight was back on his feet the giant was beginning to charge again, glowing horn heading for the hunk of rock that used to be a Nobody. The scythe given to him by Mags weighed suddenly heavy in the hand of Henry's exoskeleton. That brave stranger was going to be trampled... killed. All because the boy had foolishly dragged the beast here and turned it into this rampaging monster.
Inside the suit Henry closed his eyes and covered his ears with his hands. He was deathly afraid of what he was sure was about to happen here in just another few fractions of a second. Even if he did so, though, it was his link with the suit that let him "see" the outside world and not his physical eyes. It made no difference in having to watch the chaos. In that fear though bubbled and overwhelming desire to make things right and correct his mistake.
'LEAVE EVERYONE ALONE!' the child's mind screamed with desperation rather than anger. All he wanted was that thing to not hurt anyone. Responding to that desire the Black Knight acted in accordance to Henry's heart. The scythe glowed blue once more, empowering it with the all-cutting power of Cleave for possibly the last time in this battle. With that the armour's arms flung ahead and sent the sickle flying in a halo of glowing blue metal, with skill far beyond anything the child inside could ever mentally coordinate if he had tried. Of course the actual beast had already shifted its direction away from head-on to Magus at this point and would be clean past Henry and after the two others soon, but in his hysterical yet earnest wish to just somehow put a stop to the violence the kid barely realized this. His will-guided armour simply aimed the throw to where the beast actually seemed to be heading at the time.
The scythe should have, unless the armour was way off, managed to reach the creature's now-glowing front point before it completely passed Henry and turned into just a streak of light. At its speed perhaps the monster would just keep going through the spinning weapon and end up rending itself in half down the spine, but the Black Knight's portable power source would be happy if it would just stop somehow no matter what the method was. He couldn't handle being the one responsible for killing another person, even if indirectly, at such a young age and underdeveloped mental condition. When he saw the beats down on the ground after returning he'd almost felt sad for it, even, and hadn't been eager to try and kill it while it was down. His suit though, acting on sheer will rather than conscious thought, had no hesitation at the only option it seemed to have to possibly fulfill that wish.
After the throw, regardless of the result, the suit would sink to its knees, as if the person wearing it were tired. He was, in a way. Henry was emotionally drained and his heart no longer could send out the darkness to give his suit strength enough for combat. All he had left was enough to walk. Defending himself further would be all or nothing.
Hopefully it was worth it. If not, he would just have to live with another great failure on this day...if he survived the battle.
Living Battery power remaining: 0 turns
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Post by Shinn on Apr 21, 2009 16:20:47 GMT -5
And what luck it was.... Henrys final efforts in preventing the beast from reaching Lune and the unconscious person would prove to be worthwhile after all. The determination to save others out of pure kindness gave the young boy inside the black armor the power to use the scythe to halt the beast before it could reach its target.
The glowing weapon spun rapidly, creating an image of a spinning halo. It flew from Henry's hands heading straight for the beasts horn. Immediately upon impact, the beasts horn stopped glowing and actually broke off a piece of the hard bone where there had been a crack from earlier. The scythe was knocked off to the side while the beast desperately tried to keep on going. Eventually the beast fell to the ground sliding across the dark floor for a moment before coming to a complete halt. The open wound on the horn was spilling out darkness everywhere leaving a small puddle on the floor. The beast was no longer moving but you could hear the sounds of pain and agony coming from the beasts mouth.
It looked as though it was all over now, the beast was no longer able to move. But something had to be done with it. Eventually it would recover even if everyone left it alone. What then? Would it leave this place and go attack another world? What would these three do now?
But before they could decide on what to do with the beast, three bright beams of light emitted from it and shot straight into the air. The light was so powerful, that it tore open the pitch black sky letting three small heavenly lights shine down on the area. Coming down from the light were three items: A sword
A shield
A wand
Each of them were just hovering there in front of the beast with no strings attached or anything. They gleamed in the heavenly light that shined down upon them as if they were divine weapons.
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Post by nascent on Apr 22, 2009 10:23:46 GMT -5
(OOC: Hmm... the weapons from the Awakening are here, coming from the fallen foe nonetheless. Interesting...)
Falling from the blackness that served as a sky to the blackness that served as a ground, being powerless to stop it... not unlike a nightmare in many ways. Magus' unresponsive body landed face first, adding insult to considerable injury. Had he been human, the fall could've snapped his neck -- one more occasion where he was grateful for being a Nobody.
The thunder of the skeletal beast's defeat filled the air moments later, a deafening cacophony. It would be several minutes before Magus found himself able to rise again of his own strength, and when he did a great sight awaited him.
The monster had fallen, critically wounded. This time its horn was broken clean off and, though it clung to life, the creature was clearly in no shape to continue fighting. On the ground nearby was the instrument of its defeat, the very scythe he'd loaned to the black knight... and not far away, three gleaming weapons floated in columns of radiant light. It was a stark contrast.
As quickly as his body would let him, he made his way over to the heroic knight. He seemed spent, perhaps wounded, bent over in a kneeling position. A faint shimmer of energy wove its way around Magus' hand, triggering the luminous haze of Life Aura to descend upon the black knight, healing and restoring the mighty warrior as best it was able.
"Can you stand?" Magus asked, looking from the knight to the beast and then back again. "It seems you dealt it a crippling blow, but the abomination yet lives. What's more... something else has appeared."
He didn't trust this situation, not one bit. Those items appearing so suddenly and inexplicably, just as their adversary found itself clinging to life... Magus smelled a trap.
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Post by High's .Valentine. on Apr 23, 2009 20:03:24 GMT -5
“SHIT!” Crying out a rarely used swear word—usually, Lune preferred making up her own—the ame-vulpes didn’t have time to contemplate. It’s either the person or her. With a power rarely seen from a girl her size, Lune picked up the comatose individual, acting as if she was going to throw the man at the beast to mangle first before its horn could reach her.
Thankfully, this act of violent self preservation did not follow through. Before the beast could maul the two, something flashed by its path. By the time Lune opened her eyes, all was silent again. The abyss had once again taken over the area. With the exception of the writhing animal, there was nothing else stirring within Lune’s sight. Then, three beams of light shone down, quite a distance from her, where the two warriors she had left behind still remained. Lune’s arm, which held the man who was still lifted over her head, gave out and she slipped as the body landed on her. Karma for attempting to save herself over the man, possibly.
Pushing the man off, Lune groaned and glanced towards the direction of her two saviors. Should she approach them? At least to drop off this thing she was burdened with. Picking up the limp body, she headed back, the spell the Magic Man had casted on her was wearing off, and the fatigue could be felt tearing through her calf as she walked towards the three pinpoints of lights. She made sure to avoid the dying beast though, walking the long way around it. Lune felt little sympathy for something that had tried so hard to kill her and the body she was dragging with her. Yet at the same time, she wasn’t sure if she would have the gut to finish it. Not that Lune de Villefort would want to approach the thing anyway.
The road back was shorter than she had imagined. Looking around, Lune puzzled over the distortion. She had run so fast and so far, yet a few steps later, she was closing in on the two. Already, she could see the three objects floating in the light…
Tempted to skip over and touch the lights, she knew better than to just grab the shiny things, as much as her curiosity begged her to. Instead, she trained her attention on the two who had helped her [and dragged her into this mess].
“Here…” she half tossed, half slid the body over to the two, keeping her distance. Looking down, she sighed. Though scattered brained and devious, and telling right from wrong was as hard as walking on eggs for Lune, the girl knew she probably shouldn’t have ran. Something inside her just knew that she would have been thoroughly scolded for her action [or lack of] if a certain someone was here.
Chewing on her tongue, Lune sneaked another peek at the two and pouted. The Magic Man was healing the hunk of armor, being helpful. Ugh. Just more reminder of her wrong-doing.
“Lune is…sorry for running away,” she finally said, then patted the little sack hanging from her hip. “And so is Rio.” Snapping the suspenders on her pants, she tipped back and forth from the balls of her feet to her heels. Embarrassed? She sure was. "I should have helped the Magic Man and the Heroic Hunk of Metal...sorry."
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Post by Heroic Bilby on Apr 23, 2009 22:30:43 GMT -5
[ Of course, Shinn. Everyone knows heroes survive on their luck. Besides, better that then metagaming. ]
It... stopped? The helmet of the suit turned toward the now-fallen beast. When Cleave had barely cut any of the bone and the creature had kept running Henry thought he was doomed to watch calamity strike. And yet it had stopped.
The boy inside was hardly jumping for joy though, and not just because he was floating in a void and incapable of jumping in there. He was just a scared kid after all, and holding on to his arms while shivering he simply let some semblance of comfort dull that fear. Were he more mature perhaps he'd be thinking of the struggle back on the islands as well, but he wasn't. He could barely handle thinking about what was happening right now.
The creature sounded to be in pain. It made the boy cringe and that same reluctant feeling he'd had when he saw the monster already down upon returning came back stronger. There wasn't too long to dwell on it though before a piercing light entered the corridors of darkness.
'What's going on?' Henry wondered. This was all becoming a bit too much for the young teenager who spent the bulk of his life in silent isolation. He had no means to guess what such an appearance might mean... nothing glowed bright and amazingly like that back in Halloween Town that was for sure.
Henry suddenly felt the dull aches and pains of being bumped around inside the suit fade away. Outside his exoskeleton the armour was also relived of any signs of wear and tear it may have incurred during the struggles of the day. The head turned and saw Magus was responsible. Henry used the little remaining darkness that was always in his heart to get the suit back up on its feet. All the black form did to answer the Mystic's questions was to nod, then look over at their fallen foe. His knightly heritage was showing in his mind now, overcoming his actual "upbringing". Henry would possibly have tried to 'fend it suffering' while asking its forgiveness in his heart if not for the fact that he had no power left to try.
'No wonder the White Knight is meant to hunt me down. I can't seem to make anything turn out all right in the end.'
He looked over towards Lune and the person from the island. They weren't being attacked by Heartless or anything. That was good since he would be unable to help. She deposited the person now and seemed to be apologizing. Called him heroic. Henry sure didn't feel heroic. The suit, now more visible than before thanks to the lights shining down from above nearby, just waves its left hand towards her as if to signal that she shouldn't feel bad.
By now the fact that whatever this thing was wasn't going to speak any time soon would probably catch up to both of them, if it hadn't been obvious before.
Still Henry's eyes kept being drawn back to those three strange items from above and he began to walk away from the other two, not certain why. As he got closer to the front of the fallen one he got a better look at them all. A sword, a shield, and some sort of stick. What on earth did they mean? Curiously he reached out to the one closest to the side he had approached from, the shield, just to see if they were even real or just ghosts(Because he had developed the habit of always having to wonder if something strange was just a ghost, no matter what world he traveled to).
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Post by Shinn on Apr 24, 2009 15:53:15 GMT -5
(I swear, you guys are a bunch of scaredy cats. I'm not Gravy people, you aren't gonna die for taking one of the items. Since when did taking a mystical floating weapon become a bad thing? )
Henry's curiosity caused him to go over and physically touch the floating shield that was nearby. He would quickly find out that the shield was real and not a "ghost". The shield moved slightly to the side when he lightly tapped it but it went back to its position shortly after that.
Nothing happened though after that. No monsters popped out, no instant death, no Armageddon. The three items were still floating in the air under a heavenly light. Eventually the beasts moans soon stopped. It was still alive, but it was no longer able to even moan in pain anymore. Now all that was left was a dying monster, and three floating weapons.
[Just so you know. If you want anything out of this or if you want this thing to continue you kind of have to pick one of those items.]
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Post by Heroic Bilby on Apr 24, 2009 18:26:42 GMT -5
(Sorry, I thought touching would be enough to designate a choice. Allow me to break turn order to correct that.)
His curiosity in its possibly ethereal nature dispelled Henry now became even more curious as to why these things were even here. Reacting to that curiosity in his heart the Black knight armour reached out with both hands and grasped the item on both sides, then pulled it clean out of its beam of light as it took a few steps back.
Henry would probably look at it in his hands for a second before looking over to the other two, to see if they had any thoughts on the matter.
Unless something happened to distract him from that of course.
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Post by nascent on May 1, 2009 11:11:30 GMT -5
"I should have helped the Magic Man and the Heroic Hunk of Metal...sorry."
The young girl's apology garnered Magus' attention, thought he was somewhat surprised to hear it. "You need not worry; I'm not angry. You helped us exactly how I asked you to." His gaze went briefly to the unconscious man, who was a bit ruffed up but no worse for the wear. That was important indeed; with one of the victims on hand, Magus hoped he'd be able to discern what these monster-summoning interlopers were after... what commonality these people shared, and why someone was after it.
His eyes turned back to Lune, and the stoic shadowmage crouched down low, extending one hand to her. "You have done me a service, little one, and for that I am grateful. Now it is time I repaid your kindness. Tell me, how shall I show you my thanks? You need but ask, and I will do whatever I am able."
His thoughts turned briefly to the three mysterious objects which had appeared, and he glanced out of the corner of his eye to see the black knight retrieve the shield. There was power coming from these things, of that the shadowmage was sure. But what relation were they to the skeletal foe? It still lived, after all, though mortally wounded -- could these be artifacts of the power that had created this beast, or... was something else at work here?
(OOC: I'll pick whichever weapon is left after Lune has had a go.)
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