Evershifting Sands [ORGANIZATION INVASION ATTEMPT]

[nothito]

The portal opened, and out he stepped.

Quite suddenly, a blue haired individual garbed in an Organization cloak arrived on the scene in the middle of the hustle and bustle of Agrabah's marketplace. A glare shot around to those inhabitants of Agrabah that noticed the man's sudden appearance as if to tell them that he was not a man that they should mess with. Golden eyes scanned the marketplace for the highest ground around, and eventually the strange intruder moved up the steps onto the upper platform of the marketplace. Moving to overlook the most densely populated area of the market, the man folded his arms across his chest and raised his voice so that all nearby could hear him.

"Residents of Agrabah! Listen and listen closely. From this day onward, you people and your world will be under the control of the Organization. Any resistance to our rule will be punishable by death. However, right now you have a chance to try to stop us from taking over this world. If you can defeat me in combat, you can save your world from our control. It's a fair enough chance, is it not?" the man announced simply, without a shred of emotion hinting in his voice.

It indeed did sound pretty fair. He was only one man, right? And, despite the idea that he had to be pretty strong if he was brazen enough to try to conquer a world all by himself, there was no way he could defeat all comers. And yet fear gripped the hearts of the average citizens. Even the tougher street rats quivered ever so slightly under the deadly glare of the blue haired stranger. After approximately a minute of waiting, the blue haired man spoke up once more, his cold tones echoing throughout the marketplace.

"No challengers? Then I hereby declare this world under the dominion of the Organization."

[Dante]

"This sand doesn't help my movement at all. Couldn't we have crash landed somewhere with... less sand!?" The voice traveled a distance, but sank away into the emptiness that was the desert. Sand dunes were scattered about, making the trek across the void that much more tedious. It was all just another day, though, in the life of Tony Lushrion and Mr. Bones. As normal, their Gummi crash landed in the middle of nowhere. This time, it literally was nowhere.

"Oh, please, Mr. Bones! Complaining just makes things harder! Besides, don't you see that object in the horizon?" The velociraptor scanned the area with skeptical eyes, already guessing that this was not but a mirage. Truth be told, though, since there was, in fact, an object that looked like walls. Small walls, but something that seemed to bring good fortune.

Behind those small walls was one gargantuan wall. That meant the place must be well built with plenty of equipment and whatnots for survival. "Hop on, Tony! We must hurry!" It didn't take too long for the young adult to leap onto the living skeleton's bumpy back for a free hitch to shelter. Bones scurried towards the walls, thrashing at the sand with his sharp claws.

The trip took at least twenty minutes, but it was worth it! "Dude! Look at this huge wall! Something valuable must be inside! Tony leaped off of the heap of bones just as fast as he had gotten on. A drawn out sigh emancipated from the skeleton as he knew what was to happen. There's no way to stop the inevitable. I'll tag along "Through the walls we go, Mr. Bones!"

The doors creaked open slowly and, to both of the traveler's surprises, they saw one man in the middle of the bazaar, while the others that they saw were huddled against each other, no doubt in fear. Both of the unlucky companions sighed, each of them having the same theory. Oddly enough, the cloaked man was just in the end of his speech when they entered. "Okay, Mr. Bones. Are you ready to get your hands dirty?" "I don't seem to have a choice in this matter, unfortunately. Let’s try our hardest!"

The bat was summoned and the velociraptor brandished his sickle-like claws. The battle had begun.

[lysander]

Lysander sat upon a rooftop, watching the goings on of the world below him. It was an interesting place. An active and alive people, moreso than other worlds, and they were surrounded by the desolate harshness of the desert sands. And why so? Because survival brings out the strength in people, and strength gives rise to a thriving and diverse community. In not so many words, Lysander respected what this world had established for itself, even though most of the people were pushy and somewhat xenophobic. If they had garnered so much for themselves in such a trying place, didn't they at least deserve to hold onto that? He wore a striped poncho and a sombrero, so while surrounded by the turbans and burkas, and veils and robes, he looked like a western movie villain that had gotten lost in the wrong desert.

Sure it had resulted in some of the more belligerent guards throwing a casual insult his way, but Lysander didn't mind. In fact, it made him smile. A lively, unafraid people. So when the hooded organization member ruined that (which Lysander had a prime view for), the telekinetic cowboy stood up immediately, though remained quiet. It seemed that for a minute, Saix did not even give notice to him, which was just fine with Lysander. He wasn't the arrogant type. So producing a strange, somewhat large, revolver from within his poncho he lifted it, sighted down the barrel, and fired a shot off at the organization member. At the sound of the gunshot, the people knew to scatter to their various holdings.

A toothpick clenched between his lips, tilted upward as he smirked. Maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to have a good fight, and no one would have to die. He had weighed that terrible judgment on too many people to desire another's death, and his conscience swung heavy around his actions. Even so, he had been bred a killer, and his aim was true. To protect, he would stand strong. To stand strong, he would glare in death's true eyes and accept whatever it spat in his face without hesitation. Tony Lushrion's assumption was correct. The battle had begun.

[Rocket!]

[ ;D ]

Pingt! went one cowboy's metallic projectile against a fine blue shield that stood far firmer. Holding it was the angled face of a black-swathed Nobody, his blond hair falling back to its hanging position from the swift movement from the portal to protect the fellow cloaked individual.

Sharp green eyes quickly analyzed the situation. All currently apparent threats accounted for, allies here and to come considered.

Vexen frowned viciously. The minutiae had come to play.

"The gunslinger is mine." Vexen said through gritted teeth before leaping from the roof, skimming the side of the building, and coming to a stop a few mere inches from the barren sandcasted floor... and remained floating as he sped directly for Lysander, the glowing blue shield Frozen Pride front and center, and fast forming trail of white mist trailing along the grains of brown sand...

[ Strong Ability Prideful Impasse is in use for the following round; prevents an ability from affecting/harming Vexen

Weak Ability Skimming in effect; doubled speed, and hovering a few inches above the ground

Passive Strong Ability Absolute Zero is now in play; when within 20 feet of Vexen, Lysander's speed and reaction time will be halved. If he stays within that 20 feet for five rounds, Lysander will be Frozen as per the status detailed in the bottom of Vexen's profile

Let's ride! >3]

[prythian]

"Enough."

A dark portal formed near Saix, behind him. As it dissipated, a very large figure was revealed. He pulled down his hood to reveal odd, short spikes of red-brown hair. "Saix." Lexaeus greeted him. "This is not the methods of the Organization. We operate in secrecy." He shook his head disapprovingly.

"Has the Organization declined such as I was missing?" He contemplated for a moment. "This will benefit the traitor Marluxia. I must ask you to stand down."

[Homac]

Shawn walked slowly through the town where the invasion was happening, listening to the announcement by the blue haired nobody in the cloak.

'Wow, he must be burning up in that thing.'

The blonde Nobody drew his energy katana, or rather, drew the hilt as the fighting started, and spun it in his palm, before the blade ignited in front of him.

'Since I'm here, I might as well help out. But who to side with?'

Stopping behind Lysander, he decided, 'Might as well go with my own kind!'

Slashing at the guy's back, he said, "Hey man, you're in the way!"

[Heroic Bilby]

'By Calypso's wrath! Surely this is some divine jest!'

Whoever these yahoos in the black cloaks were Captain Kristoph was more than happy to let them strut around making claims of dominion. or at least, he would have been if word of their actions hadn't gotten delivered quickly to the Sultan and the palace put on full alert. Trying to steal from the treasure vault in the palace was hard enough as it was. He didn't need the watchmen to be EXTRA careful!

That new member of the pirate alliance... what was his name? Something funny. Sitel Lymphoma? Well, whatever it was, the guy should still be in town proper where Kris had asked him to stand lookout for him. He was probably hanging back, observing the situation. Kristoph sported large brown cloaks fitting for the city that let him blend in, hood hiding his glass eye-patch as best it could. Trying to stay out of the sight of the troublemakers for now he'd attempt to meet up with his ally so they could figure a way out of this mess.

[Rolt |The Immortal|]

Ah, Agrabah. A fine group of people, sand, and... Money. Yes, money. For what else shall a Pirate love but money? Vidrel needed it. The Rogue Armada needed it. This world would be theirs! The Captain Kristoph had asked him to keep watch on the town, to make sure nothing funny happened. Something funny was happening, alright. There was someone shouting about claiming the world... And they weren't in the Armada. Time to go.

He ran to the center of the town, and started to look for the voice, but couldn't quite trace the location. Who was it? He knew not, but people everywhere were huddled in fear, so he could only assume it was somebody strong. But where was he? Who was he? More importantly, how strong was this guy? The rest of Vidrel's crew was pathetic, they wouldn't be able to do anything but attack the citizens, and well... That wouldn't be a very smart thing to do now, would it?

"Avast! The Armada shall be the ones to take this world. Who's the one thinkin' they'll stand in our way?" Vidrel shouted back to the speaker. He turned, studying his surroundings. Nothing out of the ordinary... Unless you count the dinosaur. Vidrel did a double-take. Dinosaur? Here? "Aye, you there! You look like you don't belong here! Who do you fight for?! You're either against the Armada, or you're with us!"

[Ryu-star!]

[ Yay for popping in on threads uninvited! ]

A slight disturbance in the air.

The sound of a cloak, clasped loosely around the lady's neck, flapping wildly in the air.

The click of heels as she gently landed atop a nearby building.

Seira Sanada had made her appearance. A sigh escaping from beneath her hood, she looked around at the chaos occurring on the ground not far below. "How foolish these people are. Fighting over this disgusting, worthless world. A pity that I'll have to destroy them." Unclasping her cloak and letting it fall away, she searched for her first target. She saw the man a moment later -- an odd, frail looking creature, carrying a shield far too majestic for him, and went into action.

Her feet didn't touch the ground. Rather, she hovered an inch above it, moving rather rapidly towards the man who, she could only hope, would not realize what she was up to. Moments later, she was there, coming to a halt between the approaching man and the cowboy who he seemed intent on harming.

Crossing her arms to take as little damage as possible, she smirked at the odd little man. Strangely, she felt her reactions dulled as she stood there, but she had accomplished what she had intended. It took but a moment, and an identical blue shield formed in her hands, which she used to try and push the man away.

Tapping into the shield's abilities, she watched as it glowed with a surreal light. A surreal light that, she could only assume, would do some sort of damage. Lashing out at the man with the shield, she spared a glance to the man behind her. "I suppose you don't mind me helping you." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. Either this man, and his allies who seemed to be fighting back against these cloaked invaders, would accept her aid, or she'd slay them as well. Plain and simple.

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Just to clarify what went on, since I'm tired, and this post probably didn't make sense. Seira used her 'Mobility' ability to slide over in between Vexen and Lysander. As I made the assumption that Vexen slid right into her, (which I can change, if you don't agree with that, Rocket) Seira was able to mimic his shield. I pointed out that she was affected by Vexen's 'Absolute Zero' attack, which, by the way, is now in her 'Blue Magick' arsenal. So prepare to see that one in use later. xD. Anyway, she actived the weapon ability 'Frozen Confines' on her mimicked shield, and attempted to hit Vexen with it. It's up to you whether it connects or not, Rocket.

Phew. A lot to go on in a short post. If anyone has a problem with what I did, PM me. I don't mind changing it.

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[Xiggy]

It's party time.

Atop the layered roofs, a figure cloaked in black leather appeared. He seemed oblivious to the strife below as he adjusted his gloves, lacing his fingers and pulling on the sleeve. Then he pushed back his hood Brushing back a badger striped ponytail, the one eyed Sniper of the Organization brushed back a bang and barked at his compadres.

"Dude, Moonshine!" Number II, Xigbar, laughed at the antics of those below him. "Way to make a scene, pup. You stirred up just about every bull headed duds in the vicinity." It was pleasant to see the Organization as such top bosses again.

Xigbar took a step.

He appeared next to his old cohort, keeping enough distance between the newly revived Lexaeus and himself for him to disappear upon notice, and crossed his arm in a condescending manner. "Nah ah ah, Aeleus. You know better than to interrupt a mission." Xigbar had never been that close to the big guardian, having been more of a scientist and trouble maker, preferring the company of Dilan instead. Aeleus had too much patience while Dilan had next to none. Or at least, that's how he would have liked to remember it.

"Hey big guy," waving his hands, his trademark weapons appeared in his hands. "Flower boy don't enjoy hindrances, like," he turned and pointed at each of the fighting defenders. "Every. Single. One. Of. You. Goonies." Ending with Lex, Xigbar gave the guy a big fake nobody grin. "Welcome back, number V."

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[nothito]

(ALL PARTICIPANTS CHECK AND REPLY TO THIS THREAD BEFORE POSTING)

Pingt!

The berserker had expected resistance, however, he had not anticipated an opponent taking a potshot at him without so much as a word of introduction. Or perhaps he had, considering his associate blocked the shot meant for him with relative ease. Folding his arms, the blue haired man surveyed the area with not only his eyes but his nose as well from his position on the upper portion of Agrabah. Not a rooftop, but merely the upper section of the city.

First and foremost was the interloper that took a potshot at him. Saïx believed that he would hold the high ground, but apparently that wasn't going to happen with the cowboy looking person standing on a rooftop 3 stories high. The blue haired man shot a glare up at the person, but for now that was all that could be sent. At least, until the other requested back-up arrived on the scene. He was late, as always...However another random individual was on the roof with the cowboy preparing to attack him. Either that, or they were swiping at thin air upon the ground. Hopefully the nuisance with the high ground would be neutralized by the strange ally.

Below him was absolute chaos. A boy that traveled with a dinosaur made of bones, a man who talked much like a pirate, his scientifically astute ally, and a woman that could apparently clone weapons. Surely there were other suspicious interlopers lurking amongst the crowd, but until they revealed themselves they were beneath the notice of the berserker. The powerful Organization member may have dove into the war below him and proceeded to obliterate all enemies, had not a portal opened up behind him.

As Lexaeus appeared, the scarred nobody frowned slightly. This was both the response he wanted from V, yet at the same time he had chosen a rather inconvenient time to present himself. The berserker chose not to respond to the elder member immediately, instead using that time to walk past Lexaeus, if only to be able to keep an eye on all of the Organization's enemies while he had his chat. It had already been shown that not all enemies were going to duel him up close and personal.

"I see you received my message V," VII commented simply as he glared at the elder nobody. Why did he have to appear now? "However, you have come during a most unfortunate time Lexaeus. Things have changed and you have not been brought up to speed as of yet. If you value being thought of as a member of the Organization, I must ask that it be you who stands down. This conquest will benefit everyone within the Organization, including Vexen, Zexion, and yourself. For now I will not raise my weapon against you, but instead extend the hand of comradeship. It would be most unwise to turn down the offer. You would not even have to assist us. Just step aside," Saïx commanded with the utmost authority. To further his point, VII even extended one hand toward the Silent Hero, awaiting an accepting handshake. Now if he would just accept...

"Dude, Moonshine! Way to make a scene, pup. You stirred up just about every bull headed duds in the vicinity."

Finally.

Saïx did not turn to greet II, even after the sharpshooter warped down to the level of Lexaeus and himself. "You're late," the berserker pointed out, making his disdain for the elder member's tardiness well known in his tone. Xigbar's antics were unlikely to be received favorably by the burly nobody before them. Did the one-eyed marksman have any idea how to convince someone to do something without force?

Hand still extended, the berserker locked gazes with V.

"What is your answer?"

[Rocket!]

[ Secondary Thread here ]

[Heroic Bilby]

'Argh. That... no good... lousy... ARGH!'

The new rookie of the Rogues clearly had more saltwater between his ears than brains if he thought ANNOUNCING THEIR PRESENCE like that was a good idea! What happened to their stealth plan of looting the Sultan's vaults? Now even if these landlubbers did high-tail it out of here some witnesses might still remember what he said about claiming it too!

Grinding his teeth with agitation Kristoph moved his way around the perimeter of the lingering crowd, still trying to appear as no more than a citizen too curious for their own good(As many were), hanging around to watch whatever would unfold. One of his Comet-mGs appeared in his right hand beneath his cloak. Once positioned to not be in the direct eye lines of anyone in a black coat he fired off three rapid energy shots toward the side and head of the blue-haired one who had made the announcement, then promptly had the mini-Gummi pop down to its invisible microscopic size again. The few people around him all backed away to either said in huffs at the sound and sight of the shots. The pirate did exactly the same, cowering off to his right as if he hadn't been the one to do it at all.

'Pleasedon'tfindmepleasedon'tfindmepleasedon'tfindme.'

[prythian]

Lexaeus shook his head, hiding his admittedly faked exasperation with Xigbar. His sharp eyes spotted something, and he brought out Skysplitter in an instant, lifting the heavy Axe Sword and holding it outwards in front of him, blocking the shots with its large surface. "I must decline your offer, Number VII. You are following the orders of the traitor. Do you believe that the Superior will view this kindly once he returns?"

He gave a vaguely contemptuous glance at Xigbar, and then glanced back to Saix, dismissing him. "If I must be branded a rogue, so be it. If I must fight the fellow members of the Organization, so be it. I answer to the Superior."

He frowned. "One has bested Marluxia before. Should Sora enter the picture, the Organization will fall. His companion, Riku, has a great power locked within him if he should embrace it. Enough that when he fell, it rose and nearly destroyed me. This path is one of self destruction and foolishness."

[Xiggy]

[Canz I kill Dante? XD]

"Fashionably late," Xigbar corrected his grumpy cohort. It wasn't as if there had been anything that was going on except pompous intros and hostile but half arsed shot from someone that Vexen might have turned into an ice block already. How the ice nobody was going to work in this heat, no one would know.

Not that Xigbar cared.



They had sure attracted a crowd. Xigbar's single yellow eye surveyed the people watching, including those that had challenged them with lidded boredom. They were either too full of themselves or simply weaponless. It wasn't going to be much of a challenge. Number II likes things easy, but this was a but ridiculous.

Just then, three bolts of bullets not unlike his rained down on Saix. The Freeshooter turned, a wild grin on his face. Forget Lex, he was going to try and weave out this little sneaky copy cat. Nevertheless, the lucky bastard had been out of his eye sight when firing, otherwise he never would have been able to escape Xigbar's Diablo Eye. He left the two buff rockheads to their little tea time talk. Too much politics for Number II to refrain from yawning and falling asleep.

Scaring out the rat was far more exciting.

"Someone here's gettin' a little too excited, huh?" With each step he took, the crowd began to panic and back off, knowing that the weird man with the gun and the mad toothy grin now had his eye on them. It was one eye too many.

"When you have rats in the house..." Xigbar began, swinging one gun around single handedly while he mused over his own words. Weight on one leg, fist on the hip...the crowd, upon the sight of his relaxed pose, took a small breath of relief. For just a few seconds, they were safe from this mad man. "You know what's the best way to get rid of those nasty little buggers?"

Silence.

"No answer? Well, it's simple. You set fire to the building, and you SMOKE EM OUT!" As soon as he had shouted, he jumped, twisting right over the small crowd, which broke into chaos as a rain of pinkish-purple energy bullets thundered down upon them, smiting them on the spot.

"Hahahahaaaa~ Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

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