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Post by raphe on May 26, 2009 0:22:49 GMT -5
Shinta was sitting on top of one of the many skyscrapers here in the Dark City. When Orginazation XIII came around activity in the streets decreased as people moved out and the heartless moved in. Of course the inhabitants fought back at first but there were to many and they couldn't do anything to stop it. Now that the organization was gone people started to move back, most of them being nobodies.
As he looked down on the streets he could see people moving back and forth going about their business, or lack there of. Occasionally a group of heartless would show up, but they were always quickly dispatched. He had returned from a long journey but only to stock up on supplies and see if he could find anymore information on any off the members of the organization. So far he had found out that they we're all still alive, but other then that nothing.
He wasn't sure if he should continue traveling or not. He did enjoy meeting new people, or at least he though he would enjoy it, but what would be the point? He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts and laid back. Right now he just wanted to relax. Whether it be by laying here staring at the stars or by fighting some one new he didn't really care.
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Post by Beaver Dude on May 27, 2009 17:43:20 GMT -5
Dee had decided to call them Creepers.
It wasn't their mode of locomotion which, when they didn't resemble balls of fuzz or swords or shields or piles new-age clothing, did resemble a gangly, sawed off creep: jerky, uncoordinated and lacking motive. It wasn't their appearance either, which, like all the other silverfish zipper organisms was decidedly unusual and frankly, according to all the laws Dee knew, shouldn't have been viable.
It was their voices.
You had to get close, real close, to hear them speak. It didn't really catch up to you at first, or maybe at all when the fighting got intense and all there was the sound of fist hitting hallucinogenic flesh, the impact of a sleeve-like organ ripping through fabric, pounding feet and baited breath... but when it did, when their voices rose in violent and synchronous crescendo, it refused to leave you.
"Are you...?"
Are you what? Dee wanted to know. He'd even dared to ask, the first time. They had swarmed him, jibbering and jabbering and calling dibs in loud MINE, MINE, MINE voices that had sent him into a frenzy of panicked punches and kicks that lacked skill (definitely not his most glorious moment) but had force behind them thanks to his artifact.
They were weak. They were puny. But they traveled in hives.
Dee had been running and fighting in on-and-off bursts. He would tire sooner or later- make a mistake, get hit in a vital place, bleed and die and die and bleed...
But for now, while he still could, he'd run. This world was certainly not for the children.
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OOC: Dee's running across some street or another being chased by Creepers. I haven't actually played KH2 so there may be a critical research failure on my part even though I kept it simple. XD
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Post by raphe on May 30, 2009 22:48:31 GMT -5
OCC: ((Don't worry about it, and sorry about waiting this long to post didn't realize anyone had noticed this even being here.))
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Shinta was still staring at the stars when he heard the sounds of battle below him. At first he was just content to lay there and listen, but once the sounds stop his curiosity to see who had won took over and he got up. As he walked to the edge of the building he saw that nobody had won the battle yet. Instead he saw what looked like a child dressed in strange clothing running away from a bunch of creepers.
Shinta sighed and thought about whether or not to help the kid out. He really had nothing to gain by doing it, but he supposed it would help him relive his boredom. After a few more moments of deliberation Shinta decided that he would help the kid out. If only for a moment or two. He ran to the fire escape and worked his way down as fast as could. By the time he was down to the ground he kid was already to the other side of the road. Shinta pulled out his katanas as he ran. As he got closer the creepers noticed him and started attacking. Some changed into swords others spears while some just stayed in their normal form. Right now Shinta was worried about defeating them he just had to get through them and to the kid with the weird hat. He consitly jumped and side stepped dodging most of their attacks. When he couldn't dodge he would block and parry. Once or twice a spear came down right in front of him and he cut it half. It was long until he was in the alleyway. He got through the crowd of creeps with only a few shallow cuts.
"Hey kid wait up!" Shinta called out as he drew closer.
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Post by Beaver Dude on May 31, 2009 7:45:58 GMT -5
OOC: Strictly speaking, Dee's not a kid (actually, by BM standards he's like Methuselah) but he's taking care of orphans so if you see any reference to kid/children here that's who they are. Just so you know.
Still, he's real short so he's easy to mistake for one. XD
IC:
Dee realized with growing desperation that he was nearing the end. His weapons were simple things : gloves that resembled miner's mitts in durability or maybe oven mitts in size. They had a few magical properties, but none that could handle intense and prolonged combat. Dee's gloves were more for... parlor tricks. One of the Creepers had managed to cut shallowly through the fabric along the knuckles, revealing a dented piece of copper.
An inch higher or lower and it might have cut straight to the bone.
"Are you..."
Dee stopped contemplating his imminent doom and punched the Creeper's face in. Half a second into the impact, there was a mighty rush of fire and pure magic that literally blew it apart, scattering its ashes to the winds. He watched it disintegrate dully before jumping upwards, avoiding by a hairsbreadth the possibility of being skewered.
Twenty feet up was... high. Dee tucked his feet and turned about himself, mid-air. His silly [High Jump] artifact was a mite temperamental and landing on his feet was - OW - not always as simple and straightforward an affair as it should have been. Not for the last time, he wished he could modulate the jumps - maybe six, seven, ten feet? That'd be plenty for most situations. He was just about to get his bearings again when a voice-
"Hey kid wait up!"
told him he wasn't alone.
But in this hellhole of a town, where things weren't quite what they seemed, was this a friend?
Dee took stock of the human-ish appearance, his many weapons, his relatively pristine and un-hurt appearance-
Or a foe?
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Post by raphe on Jun 2, 2009 23:32:16 GMT -5
As Shinta got closer he realized that this guy wasn't a kid. He was certainly short enough to be one but his face looked to worn to be that of a child's. There were still a few creepers between the two of them but that would change in just a few moments. With a few graceful slashes and some rough footwork the 3 creepers in between them were gone. As he took a step forward he felt a sharp, searing pain in his right shoulder. In his carelessness Shinta didn't think that any of the creeper's would actually attack him since he was one of their own.
He turned and cut the thing in half but to do so caused him excruciating pain using his right arm was out of the opition, and the alleyway was too narrow for him to use a daikatana. He sheathed one of his katana's with a sigh. He looked back at he stranger and said. "Look I came here to help you not to fight for you. So get you ass over here and help."
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Post by Beaver Dude on Jun 5, 2009 22:55:22 GMT -5
Well. The weapon meister *had* dealt with some of the Creeper-things. Even if he... kinda swore. Just a bit. Dee bounced on the soles of his feet trying to shove the impulse to introduce the meister's mouth to soap (a gratuitous luxury of raising orphans that couldn't be afforded on this world) and decided that the person-
Owch, that'd scar.
-could be trusted for now. At least he didn't ask odd, existential questions that were apparently pointless and an open invitation to attack everything in sight. Dee took in a deep breath and, feeling slightly ridiculous, whispered:
"Zoom zoom."
And the bloody experimental artifact worked. One moment he had been standing still and the next his entire bloody had basically *flown* ten feet forwards into another creeper, closer to the weapon meister. Another punch and application of the rougher edges of the fire elemental weave and it had turned into naught but ash and dust. Nice.
"I've been fighting-" minutes, hours, days? Hard to tell. Time lost meaning when you were fighting for your life. "A while. Do you have a plan? Their numbers are... endless."
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Post by IV. Vexen on Jun 6, 2009 7:32:57 GMT -5
"Endless, you say?"
A man strode towards the team of two, swathed in a black cloak with a hood that prevented anyone from recognizing him. His voice did a good job of getting across the feeling that the man was vaguely surprised... and smiling.
"Oh ho, indeed, the Creepers do seem to be acting up. For what reason, I couldn't fathom." said the cloaked individual with a shrug.
These Nobodies weren't under his control... but even so, the Nobodies didn't seem to be attacking this man.
The man brought his hand up and stroked his chin in thought. "Hmm.... it has been a while..." The Nobodies in immediate range froze at that comment. "I can't afford to fall out of practice... not now, of all times..." Obviously unexpected.
And then a grin.
"I think I shall take you up on this endeavor!"
With a quick swirl of cool wind and ice, a large blue kite shield suddenly appeared at the man's hand. In the same movement, the Nobodies seemed to decide this man was intending to attack them. Rightfully so. They no longer moved to avoid the man, and counted him as their enemy.
"Gentlemen," said the figure as he swirled over to their side, placing his back at their's, "my strength shall be yours, for the time being. Let's not waste it, hmm?"
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Post by raphe on Jun 6, 2009 22:38:05 GMT -5
Shinta jumped back as the little man basicly flew towards him, almost running into another creeper. It was then that he noticed somebody else walking towards them. At first he couldn't tell whether or not this stranger was a guy or a girl but as soon as he spoke Shinta was able to tell.
He wondered why none of the creepers attacked this man, but at this time it didn't matter. What matter was whether or not this man was here to help them or to kill them. Shinta prepared to attack as the man formed his shield, but when he heard him offer help Shinta step out of stance.
"Well since it seems my help is no longer needed, and considering that this isn't even my fight I think that perhaps I should take my leave."
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Post by Beaver Dude on Jun 7, 2009 15:32:39 GMT -5
Things were changing almost too quickly for Dee to keep pace with the events themselves. It felt like a world in miniature of shifting alliances and, gah, politics. Was this how it was for those who survived on intrigue, alliances of opportunity and wit?
Maybe. Then again it also felt a lot like the situation wherein a predator lost interest with its prey the moment another hunter moved in.
They did make an interesting triumvirate, all other considerations put aside. Fire, Ice and Weapon.
The Black Mage felt the urge to say an aphorism having to do with teamwork but then decided against it. This wasn't a world that could or would breed... dependence. For all he knew the two of them would decide he was dangerous and would kill him where he stood.
This wasn't a... tame world.
But while the Creepers seemed oddly reluctant to fight the other two (always pausing, hesitating, wondering - and they had gone blissfully silent) the same didn't hold true for the mage and he was forced to make another explode into ash.
"Eep!"
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Post by IV. Vexen on Jun 7, 2009 15:43:57 GMT -5
The strange man put a hand on Shinta's shoulder. "My dear b-"
Hm. he thought. It appears I've stumbled upon my own kind.
Redoubling his efforts, the man removed his gloved hand from Shinta's shoulder right away, lest he discover that the tall stranger was a Nobody as well. "My dear boy," he tried again, "you wouldn't leave such a one as small as this to fend for himself would you?
"Besides," he said with gusto, "this is more than the opportune moment to practice a bit of teamwork, wouldn't you say?"
As if the emphasize the point, the man bashed his shield down on a Nobody that had been coming up behind Shinta.
Immediately after, he turned back to assist Dee. Whatever the other man's decision, Vexen's was clear: he would remain, and carry through with the exercise. "So, let's see about finishing these Creepers off." With a firm grip, the man swathed in black's shield began to glow a bright blue. "Shall we?"
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Post by raphe on Jun 7, 2009 16:16:38 GMT -5
Shinta stood there and thought about it for a moment. He had nothing to gain by staying here, but he didn't have anything to gain by leaving either. "Fine I'll stay and help. Not as though I have anything better to do." He then pulled out both his katanas and tonfas, and fused them together making his bladed tonfas which would be best in this situation.
He didn't know why he was staying he had always worked alone. So far people had just slowed him down. He took his stance and faced the horde of creepers. "Do you have to ask?" with that he charged.
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Post by Beaver Dude on Jun 7, 2009 21:45:55 GMT -5
Dee only realized how long he had been fighting when his brain stuttered upon a query as to how much magical energy his hat retained to shoot fireballs. This place seemed to sap at all his energies: mental, physical and otherwise. He was gradually slowing. Not good. This needed to be ended soon.
He aimed a kick, grunted as he took a sharp hit across the shoulder and slammed into the Creeper's outstretched arm with his elbow. His [Flaming Impact] artifact took care of the detail of destroying it but while a long-range equip with equal ability *would* have been desirable it had definitely not been possible. Something to do with an equation... distance squared? Cubed? In any case, it was really only viable at contact range.
How many...?
Dee shut off that thought. There was no point in wasting energy trying to determine how much ammunition his weapon still stored. It was pointless and highly unlikely to increase the chances of survival by more than one percent. There were better things to do. Like. Continue. Moving.
Ugh. Pain.
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Post by IV. Vexen on Jun 8, 2009 12:56:18 GMT -5
The cloaked individual grinned with the thought of what was to come. Bearing his teeth, the man's shield began to spurt out bright blue lights--
--before stopping, all of a sudden.
He'd forgotten his allies.
Biting his lip, the man found himself tossing the kite shield to Dee. "Were I you, I'd hold that close." Shinta would have to fend for himself, given he wasn't in immediate range...
Shooting his hand into the air, the Organization member shouted out a word that would stop the Creepers in their tracks.
"Blizzard!"
Immediately, a heavy barrage of ice and hail rained down on the surrounding area. While it did deal a minor amount of damage, the more important detail was the state the opposing Nobodies found themselves in.
Namely, frozen.
"Tread quickly!" he shouted (for Shinta's benefit) as the storm ended, "They won't remain frozen for more than a minute or two!"
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Post by raphe on Jun 10, 2009 14:34:34 GMT -5
As Shinta rushed the Creepers he heard the cloaked man yell "Blizzard." He tried stopping but it as to late some of the spell would hit him. He crossed his bladed tonfa in front of him and was able to stop some of the shards but most went through. Lucky the only cut his arms and one grazed his rib cage.
Trying to ignore the pain of his already injured shoulder and his new wounds Shinta noticed that most of the Creepers where frozen. 'To easy' he thought to himself he killed the one right next to him. As he hit it, it shattered into hundreds of frozen pieces. He then moved on to the rest going from one to the other almost like he was dancing.
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Post by Beaver Dude on Jun 14, 2009 14:37:01 GMT -5
The shield came out of nowhere: a godsend for the forsaken soul.
Hmmm, maybe he shouldn't be thinking like that.
He grabbed onto it, and whipped it around and over his arms so that it'd nestle onto his back like knuckles on a fist and dove as low as he could as he rushed forwards, ignoring the stings and pains as the Creepers attempted to break through the haphazard defense.
After a moment, he realized it was... hailing.
And then the Creepers were frozen. The shield-person was yelling something but he couldn't hear.
Forwards. Forwards. Forwards.
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao