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Post by Sephiroth on Sept 3, 2010 17:58:00 GMT -5
A crash of thunder. A swift and silent deathblow. Another fallen foe. It was happening like clockwork.
The one-winged angel would honestly not have had it any other way: It was simple, efficient, and very rewarding. With every monster and unfortunate traveler he killed, the strange orbs (supposedly known as "pyreflies") would appear, like an etheral prize meant for the one-winged harbinger.
Once they did, Sephiroth would gather the slower, heavier pyreflies and absorb them, adding their hate, malice and suffering to his own. This in turn, would make the one-winged angel stronger.
And move him one tiny step closer to ultimate power.
The process was slow, but very satisfying: For every creature, (both man and monster) the one winged man slew, Despair would be brought to the world. Sephiroth could almost hear the planet sobbing in agony as he robbed it of its children.
Such acts brought a smile to the harbinger's face.
His mission, for the moment, was to simply wander these plains of thunder and continue his silent rampage, building up what he had once lost. There had been a time where Sephiroth had been the most powerful being to exist. A time where his mere presence caused people to flee and planets to shudder. A time where a simple thought would have moved the human puppets in his game along, guiding them to their inevitable fate. A time where monsters bowed to the power of the one wing.
Yet that time had sadly passed: for through simple luck, Sephiroth had been foiled not one, but twice by one of his own puppets. A false hero for mankind by the name of Cloud Strife. A man who, within his dirty human blood, carried the genes of the Legendary Soldier himself.
Which Sephiroth considered to be Clouds only saving grace.
But Cloud would not be able to stop Sephiroth this time: no, his plan was far too perfect for that. Every detail and possibility planned for, Sephiroth had already started to move his pieces into place. Soon, he would only have to wait. Soon, It would not be a matter of If the promised land would be born, but a matter of when.
For now, however, the one-winged harbinger needed strength: power in order to survive the days to come. Power he was obtaining by killing the weak travelers of the thunder plains.
It was an ideal location and time for such endeavors to take place as well: The thunder plains, as Sephiroth saw it, was simply a mass expanse of wasteland, plauged by inconsequential and random lightning strikes and a wide variety of life. There were also many travelers who seemed to pass through here: some hunters, others "innocent" people simply wishing to enter and leave the thunder plains as quickly as possible.
It mattered not, however, what their reasons for being here were: Sephiroth would end their lives just the same, and make their hatred his own. To the few that had tried to bring human justice upon the one winged angel, however, their death was slightly more drawn out, if only to prove that mankinds will could not challenge that of JENOVA's.
With this in mind, The Reaper of Nibelheim slowly made his way across the plains cursed by lightning, cutting away everything that was foolish enough to be in his path. Little did Sephiroth know that his day might not be as easy as he initially predicted. He did not realize that someone with a strong heart and even stronger convictions might stand up to him. Someone might remind the one-winged angel that he was not unopposed in the war for humankind.
Who would challenge the one winged reaper in the vast expanse of the thunder plains, however, was still a mystery...
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Post by SORA ★ on Sept 4, 2010 9:07:53 GMT -5
 in you and i there's a new land. angels in flightWONK UOY NAHT NOITCEFFA EROM DEEN I.my sanctuary, my sanctuary, yeah. where fears and lies melt away. music inside.[/color][/size][/center] "Thank you so much. I really appreciate the help you've given me. N-No! No, I don't need anything else, this is fine. Yes, I actually brought clean clothes this time. Come on, Katerine, what kind of idiot do you think I am? Yeah, I'll take care. Bye! Thanks, again!"
[/color] Those were the words Sora spoke about a day or two ago as he left a village full of people, the last stroke of civilization he'd encountered after that little scourging of a Cave of Stolen Fayth of sorts. It's safe to say that Sora had made a few friends there, none of them particularly life-changing except for that woman who gave him the most delicious stew he's ever tasted - but it wasn't necessarily anything that could get his mind off of the homesickness that wracked him from head to toe. No matter how many companions he'd meet on this venture, they would never compare to the two; or perhaps the four - if Donald and Goofy were thrown into the Kairi-Riku complex. Simple memories of them flood through his consciouness, of their childhood together, and of the time they had spent playing around. Sora was always competitive when he was little, and Riku made up for that in more ways than one, despite the fact that the silver-haired one had always defeated him somehow. Kairi was more of a mediator - someone who laughed at the actions of two boys who didn't want to grow up. She was the one who told them to stop fighting when simple wooden sword exchange had turned into a brutal fistfight of rivalry and some claiming of territory that escapes Sora's mind at the moment (it was probably Kairi, though she was truly more than territory in the boy's eyes). The little balance the three of them had created in their childhood together was a little broken, now, considering the amount of time they'd been separated, and the fact that Sora felt a little more comfortable with talking animals than his two best friends. Those years created a rift - and the notion that Sora is wasting the time he's been given to reunite with the two people he dedicated all his good work to splits his heart into two. Of course, it's with this thought in mind that Sora continues to trudge through the never-ending lands he's been teleported to. He's come to a place with white apples, a place where he'd met an energetic pink-haired girl, and to a cave where he fought monsters with some powerful sorcerer. Sora knows that it's a litle selfish to ask for a little help, or perhaps a little lightening of burden, but he can't help it. If he's been through so and so worlds, then it's only right for him to think that the adventure might be over, and he might be able to return home once more. But alas, nothing plays in his favor, nothing really does - and the only thing that keeps Sora going is his blatant optimism. If he was able to have whatever he wanted, then he'd obviously be back home. Most people give up after being teleported three times, but Sora doesn't. He's not sure if it's a mental problem or something else. At the moment, the brunette finds himself in plains riddled with strikes of lightning. It's a threatening thing, to be sure, something that could possibly stop the reception of nerve endings if it were concentrated enough - and although Sora's faced a few monsters here and destroyed them in a few amount of blows, he's still a little wary of the instability of the surroundings. It's a wasteland, so of course it should be a little desolate, but the lightning certainly increases the dangerous aura that seems to be pervading into Sora's consciousness. It's when he sees a sudden shadow approaching over the distance that his senses are heightened, Sora immediately preparing for the worst - knapsack over his shoulder and keyblade materializing in his fingers. The young man's oculars find themselves focusing, searching - and the sight of something that briefly resembles silver hair causes his heart to flutter in delight. "Riku?"[/color] he calls, the distance not helping the recognition. "Is that you?"[/color][/blockquote] TAGGED[/color] sephirothhhhh WORDS[/color] sevenohnine. MUSIC[/color] white houses - vanessa carlton NOTES[/color] i warned you of my crappy posts. forgive me. :'< they don't match up to youuuuuurs [/wristcut][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Sephiroth on Sept 4, 2010 16:59:53 GMT -5
"Riku? Is that you"
The voice came from a young boy, perhaps no more then twenty or so yards away from Sephiroth, its inqusitive nature easily heard over the empty void of the thunder plains. Normally, Sephiroth would have ignored such a voice and focused on finding bigger prey, but Something about it seemed to catch the one-winged harbinger's interest.
The aura coming from the voice was different. It felt like there was some kind of unique power the boy held within him. A "light" designed to fight the darkness...
And as Sephiroth's eyes gazed through the distance, he saw something that brought a slight yet sinister grin to his features: The young boy was someone he recognized from intelligence DEEPGROUND had collected.
The boy also had a keyblade.
And as dangerous as the keyblades were to the one-winged angel, they would also be exceedingly useful if he could make that power his own, putting him one step closer to his ultimate goal. So, based on this, Sephiroth temporarily stopped his slow, deadly march in order to turn and get a better look at the boy who spoke to him.
So, having seen and identified the boy as a high-priority target, Sephiroth turned his body to face the young man. The distance between the two still quite considerable (about 20 yards) but that would not be an obstacle to the harbinger's goal.
Sephiroth gazed into the young keyblade-wielder's eyes with his green, mosterous irises. If the eyes were indeed a window to the soul, then Sephiroth intended to shatter that barrier, and create a feeling within the boy that could destroy even the most toughened warriors.
Sephiroth intended to create fear within Sora, which, with effort, would hopefully grow into despair.
After gazing at his opponent for roughly ten, silent seconds, Sephiroth would seemingly vanish from view: his form dissipating in an almost instantaneous flash of darkness and smoke. It would seem almost like the man cloaked in black had simply been an illusion.
Yet that feeling would be horrifically dispelled when Sephiroth reappeared in the same manner behind Sora no more then a second later. The distance between the two individuals now no more then twenty feet. His back facing Sora's back and his sword held loosely in his left hand, Sephiroth's chilling voice would then cut through the air and eliminate any doubt about his existence.
"You must be Sora. I've been looking for you, keyblade-wielder." Sephiroth said, still not turning to face the keyblade-user.
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Post by SORA ★ on Sept 4, 2010 20:12:58 GMT -5
in you and i there's a new land. angels in flightWONK UOY NAHT NOITCEFFA EROM DEEN I.my sanctuary, my sanctuary, yeah. where fears and lies melt away. music inside. [/color][/size][/center] There seems to be no response from the figure with the silver hair, Sora suddenly fearing the worst - that Riku's forgotten him with this transporting to another dimension, that perhaps Riku's been swallowed by the darkness again, or; worse - that Riku's been possessed. Truth be told, it's a little exaggeration if one were to stop and think about it, but the amount of time spent away from his friends has made his mind a jumbled mess, always fearing the worst and expecting it as well. Sora's heart beats quickly, and when the figure moves to look at him - he feels both a swell of relief and a wash of disappointment.
That's not Riku.
[/color] Of course, had it been Riku, perhaps Sora would have jumped for joy and done a little victory dance. It isn't, however, and it's some other being - someone that, for reasons unidentified, Sora recognizes. The silver hair, the eyes, that stance and that strange aura of darkness that curdles the boy's blood - could this be that someone Cloud was searching for? Is this the person that Cloud sold his soul to Hades for? Sora's lips press together to form a thin line, attempting to recall - remembering a battle. It was with someone who was generally curious of the keyblade, someone with one wing and a long sword... Sora's mind is one big question, and he doesn't like the insecurity. The little staring contest that had occurred as the stranger turned around had suddenly ended, the form disappearing and alerting Sora that perhaps it was all a mirage. His body slackens a little, a little more relaxed, but as he lifts his foot and presses it down into the ground, a chill runs up his spine; goosebumps erupting on his skin like a great reaction. The man is behind him. Sora's breath is caught in his throat, the boy's eyes; blue and innocent, widening in horror. How does he know my name?[/color] This is definitely not Riku. It can't be Riku. Sora does not move, does not turn around to face him; weighing his options and wondering how he can keep himself alive with so strong a person at a close proximity to him. Only fools would dive in so eagerly into battle with this man, and Sora is no fool - or at least, not at the moment. "I can't say the same for you,"[/color] he says back, no trace of fear evident in his tone. There's only this blatant curiosity and a gentle push of inquisition - Sora's grip on the keyblade tightening. "How do you know my name?"[/color][/blockquote] TAGGED[/color] sephirothhhhh WORDS[/color] fourthreenine. MUSIC[/color] the way i loved you - taylor swift NOTES[/color] ahahaha this post is the crappiest thing i've ever seen. also, i don't know why i'm listening to taylor swift while replying to sephiroth, but...[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Sephiroth on Sept 5, 2010 0:33:34 GMT -5
"You cannot say the same for me because you are a puppet. Puppets cannot see the strings that pull them: they can only obey the commands that they give."
Sephiroth did not move: there was no need to. His opponent had not attacked him yet, and even if he did, Sephiroth was at an optimal distance to respond. Still, it would not be his blade that would destroy Sora.
It would be his words.
"I know your name because you are a pawn. A pawn on the board in which I have made. You, your friends, Riku...All of you are simply pieces to be moved and destroyed. One by one, you will all fall away, and only your queen, JENOVA, will remain."
Sephiroth quietly turned to the right, and slowly, one foot walking in front of the other, began to circle Sora, much like a monster would circle its victim before they struck.
"And now, the time has come. You have served your purpose, and done it well. However, Jenova has no more use for you. Therefore, that is why I, the only child of the ancients, have been sent to sever your connection to life."
Sephiroth turned to face Sora, and once again attempted to gaze through the youth with his deathly green eyes. The grin on his face growing ever more sinister, Sephiroth, like an angel of death descended to earth, pointed his massive sword at Sora, the blade no more then five feet away from the youth's face. This was a challenge: A challenge that Sephiroth had no intention of letting the young boy walk away from alive.
"I am the one winged angel, the eternal harbinger. I am the messenger, the judge, the jury, and the executioner. I, the only son of JENOVA, shall reap these worlds of sinful humans and transform them into my promised land. I am Sephiroth, Death given form, and I have come to collect your debts unpaid."
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Post by SORA ★ on Sept 5, 2010 6:03:04 GMT -5
in you and i there's a new land. angels in flightWONK UOY NAHT NOITCEFFA EROM DEEN I.my sanctuary, my sanctuary, yeah. where fears and lies melt away. music inside. [/color][/size][/center] This man is insane.
Sora's body stiffens when he's called something as low as a puppet; human blood rushing through his veins as his human heart beats in silent knowing. The possibility of that is insane - of what the silver haired man speaks of. This is insane. Nothing is done because Sora has no choice in the matter, because it is he who controls himself and no-one else - but some ounce of truth (betrayal! you'rebetrayingme) worms its way into his heart. It whispers the words deceit and reason, and Sora's eyes widen ever so slightly. The words of the man don't even reach him anymore, his breaths leaving him in slightly strangled manners, and his blue eyes hardening in coldness. If this queen existed, then she was horrible; making Sora go through all this emotional turmoil. If this queen existed, then Sora has to look for her to get her to stop doing whatever bullshit she's doing to him, and to his friends.
Five words then reach his ears.
Sever your connection to life.
Sora's eyes widen in horror, blue irises immediately snapping to look at the man. He couldn't be serious, could he? This talk of killing him.. it couldn't possibly be the real thing, could it? Sora sees the grin on his face, the look in his eyes, the insane truth of it beginning to sink into him like a ball of lead. He's being serious, this man with the silver hair, he's being deathly serious. Sora's heart hammers, lips slightly parted in his obvious surprise, and when words bubble up his throat, it is apparent that the man is not finished talking; already ripping him apart in confusion.
"Sephiroth,"
[/color] Sora whispers, the voice leaving him in a cold breath. The boy's fingers curl around the kingdom key, oceanic hues finding their way into the dephs of green; lost in the impossible truth they radiate. This Sephiroth man is not joking. Suddenly, the long, thing sword looks more and more threatening, and Sora's heart beats faster in his chest. There is adrenaline, a sick sense of it, rushing through his veins - the knowledge that Sora will have to fight for his life this time causing it to occur. "How do you suppose to collect these debts?"[/color] Sora asks, voice firm; his gaze holding no evidence of fear or hesitation. "I've paid all I had to. There is nothing left for you to collect."[/color] Of course, Sora doesn't believe in all this JENOVA bullshit. Not yet, anyway.[/blockquote] TAGGED[/color] sephirothhhhh WORDS[/color] fourtwoone. MUSIC[/color] heroes - david cook NOTES[/color] this post fluctuates as much as sora's confusion does. it's utter crap, and i know it. blah. i could've done better, i suppose, but i'm in a horrible mood.[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Sephiroth on Sept 5, 2010 20:34:55 GMT -5
Sephiroth let out a sinister chuckle as he heard the boy's response. It was one that Sephiroth had expected, and one that he knew how to handle quite effectively. "Oh? I beg to differ, Sora. Do you not still owe Riku? Certaintly someone like you, who wields a keyblade, should know your faults. Don't you believe that you owe Riku at least that much acknowledgment?"It was a rather nasty psychological trap that, although risky, Sephiroth had used repeatedly to muddle with weak human minds. Though he had no idea who this "Riku" was, it was only safe to assume that he had a connection to that person. Sephiroth would play off his opponent's own doubts and fears. He would rip away at Sora from within as he killed him. To that end, Sephiroth decided that now was the time to strike. With that in mind, the harbinger stepped foreward. with two mighty strides, he reached the perfect swinging distance: where his blade was in range to strike yet his opponents was not, and he brought the weapon down in a heavy vertical swing. Sephiroth knew that sora would likely be able to block it, but that did not matter: the swing was done so that the harbinger's victim would be able to feel the weight and power behind it. Sephiroth wanted to show Sora how sorely outmatched he was in every possible way. "Do not lie to me, Sora. I know your heart, and I know that you have failed everyone who ever trusted you."The trap in place, Sephiroth would simply battle as cautiously as he could. A sword was a tool of destruction, capable of killing a person if you swung it correctly, while words could drive thousands to their deaths if you chose them correctly. A sword cuts flesh, while words are meant to cut at the heart. Eventually, with enough cuts, a person dies... But with enough words, a person can be brought to despair, and then, treading down the path of darkness, they would become a heartless. Sephiroth intended to prove that, here and now, by turning one of the keyblade heroes into his own worst enemy: a heartless. That was the fate Sephiroth would bring upon the youth. For he knew, from his own experience as a "human" that the human heart strives for others: it strives to protect other human beings, if only by instinct. By removing this function, and making a person believe that they are alone, the heart fundamentally weakens. And eventually, the heart will succumb to the other nature within it: the nature of violence. The nature of darkness. |
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Post by Axel on Sept 7, 2010 2:49:48 GMT -5
Axel, as always, had been wandering around the area he was in, looking for ways to get by. Sure, he could steal, but that was wrong. (Translation: He didn't wanna get caught.} And he didn't wanna go back to the Castle That Never Was, because they'd expect him to do that. (Translation: He didn't wanna get caught.) So he stuck to wandering Spira, finding odds and ends that he could do for some Gil.
But, as he went through the Thunder Plains, he was distracted by something. He witnessed a tall man with silver hair and a very large sword killing something. In previous times that wouldn't have bothered Axel, but since he had started to have feelings, he couldn't bear to watch merciless...murder. So he went over to investigate, but stopped dead when he heard a young voice call out.
Riku? Is that you?
Axel's eyes widened when he heard that voice. "Nah, it couldn't be..." he told himself. But he wa wrong, looking around the tower he was hiding behind, he saw the Keyblade, the spiky hair and the familiar looks. He had found Sora, and this enemy obviously had his sights on him.
The Flurry decided tow ait it out and hear the other man's intents. He listened as the man called himself Sephiroth and started messing with Sora's mind, which seemed to be working effectively. Then Sephiroth's stance changed, and Axel knew that a battle was nigh. Sephiroth swung down at Sora, but Axel managed to get in front of him in time, his Chakrams seperating him from the blade. Ael looked back and smiled. "Hey, Sora. Looks like you'll need a hand." With that, he pushed Sora out of the way and knocked the man's sword back, Eternal Flames enveloping themselves in greedy fire.
"Didn't you ever learn that it's impolite to attack kids?" said the Flurry, running at Sephiroth as he threw his Chakrams at him.
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Post by Sephiroth on Sept 8, 2010 8:42:37 GMT -5
An interloper?
Not unexpected, but nonetheless irritating. Sephiroth had anticipated that someone might try to help Sorah. Some foolish, weak passerby who would have been disposed of in the heat of combat. He had also anticipated the possibility that someone with even the slightest bit of skill to actually appear before him, but had also prepared to deal with them just as efficiently. Sephiroth had not expected a member of organization XIII to come to Sora's aid, however.
His attack blocked, Sephiroth let the red haired man have his taunting words. When the man charged at Sephiroth, he easily sidestepped the the thrown chakaram and the charging red-haired man, the evasive action putting about ten feet between him and the cloaked attacker (the distance from Sephiroth to sora was now about twenty).
"An empty husk lecturing me on manners? laughable. I would have thought one who is doomed to crumble away into nothing would be spending his time somewhat more wisely." Sephiroth responded nonchalantly, although only mildly aware of the Organization, did have knowledge on the nature of their condition.
"But if you are so eager to cut your time in this world short, I will happily assist you in your endeavor to vanish."
Two more lighting fast horizontal swings came from Sephiroth's blade: the first one a horizontal cut sending a crecent-shaped vacuum wave foreward, aimed directly at Sora's neck. the second one a normal slice aimed at the nobody's midsection. Two versus one? Not a huge concern for the one-winged angel.
the outcome would inevitably be the same.
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Post by Demyx on Sept 8, 2010 21:37:22 GMT -5
Demyx
Demyx was passing by when he caught sight of a one winged person, an angel he guessed, and then saw Sora and Axel. They were battling against him, and then Demyx took off and hid behind the tree-again. He peeked over and saw that the one winged was insulting nobodies, and that's when Demyx got pissed. "Oh yah? Empty husk huh? Well take my empty husk fury!" Demyx yelled out, anger ringing through his voice, and began to play his sitar furiously, making the notes circle around the one-winged. The one-winged threw something towards Axel and Sora, and he quickly jumped in front of them blocking Sora's and then Axel's. "Thought yah could use some help." He said like his normal self, except it was edged with anger.
He began to play his sitar again, making them circle aorund again, one jumped towards the one winged behind his back. 'Three against one, my kinda odds.' He thought, and then continued playing his sitar, thinking of battle plans. He took off his hood, revealing himself, and then begn to say, "Well, let's see who's an empty husk in the end shall we?" He said in a deep voice, smirking a little bit. He wlaked over to Sora and put his hand on his shoudler, "Let me and Axel handle this." He said, and turned around and faced One-Winged, his words ran through his head. It cut him, but yet it didn't affect him, all it did was make Demyx angrier, and soon Demyx had everyother note and clone attack the one-winged.
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Post by Terra on Sept 12, 2010 6:20:00 GMT -5
Terra seemed lost. The other day he was in a peaceful town but he ended up in a place called Thunder Plains. He walked around eliminating fiend after fiend. He didn't enjoy it though. He didn't like taking lives.
As he walked through, he could see those light balls floating. It seemed that he wasn't alone in this place. He wanted to investigate it but it was quite far. He ran.
While he was running towards the area he heard voices. He heard one say, "Riku?". This made him more curious because his successor's name was Riku. Terra though, "Could it really be him, that kid?". He finally arrived but he hid behind a strange rock tower that attracted lightning.
Their was a silver-haired man that almost look like Riku but taller and older. Terra smiled at the fact that he thought he just saw Ventus. His heart was filled with joy. He could also see Lea and a weird musical guy. Terra sensed their hearts. Ventus'(Sora's) heart was really there but there was something else their to. It was another heart. He couldn't sense a thing from Lea(Axel) and the other guy but he couldn't stand the darkness from the long-haired man.
Terra deduced that a battle was going to start. Ventus with a keyblade and a clone coming to attack the long-haired man. Terra jumps out and brings out his keyblade and lands in front of Ventus(Sora). He said,"Looks like you need help, Ven."
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Post by Sephiroth on Sept 13, 2010 1:58:22 GMT -5
Sephiroth's attack on the red-haired nobody had not gone unnoticed. Another nobody, this one wielding a rather unusual weapon: some kind of sitar, if Sephiroth was not mistaken. A sitar that the man apparently used to create water clones and attacks.
Quaint, but foolish. If the husk honestly believed that such a tactic would work against the harbinger, he was sadly mistaken. As the swirls of water clones and notes surrounded him, Sephiroth needed to only utter one word to show his opinion on the ability.
"Pathetic."
Raising his sword in the air, Sephiroth needed only swing his sword once. For when the masamune was swung by Sephiroth, one cut could have easily equated to a hundred. In this case, the swing translated into ten, massive "cuts" that materialized around the harbinger, easily dispatching the numerous water clones and notes in a storm of massive vacuum cuts.
The situation back to its neutral standoff, Sephiroth then became aware of yet another intruder: another keyblade wielder. This one, however, was not one that Sephiroth knew about. Therefore, he most likely was of little consequence to the harbinger.
Simply another lamb to the slaughter.
"Swarming like flies. I should not be surprised. Where there is one failure, there must always be more."
Returning to his ready stance, the harbinger began to wait: if only in the interest of seeing what these meager opponents could do.
"Your efforts will be in vain."
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Post by Terra on Sept 13, 2010 4:32:57 GMT -5
"You're pathetic. You think that your so strong because of your long sword."
That was all Terra could say. He was not impressed by the show that Sephiroth just performed. He knew that man was strong but he also knew that his power will not be enough to defeat all four of us. He threw an ether to Demyx, hoping it would help him recover some power.
"Hope this helps, musical guy."
Terra had just noticed that Sephiroth was speaking. He didn't like what he said. He made a angry face. He couldn't stand being called a failure especially if he is called a failure with his friends. Terra and his friends worked to hard to be called a failure. Terra readied himself for a fierce battle. He pressed his shoulder plate and changed to his armor. He raced up his keyblade and some lightning struck him. He absorbed everything and it energized him. Terra dashes towards Sephiroth and performs a swift combo that finishes with Terra stabbing the ground and creating a quake.
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Post by Axel on Sept 13, 2010 16:24:57 GMT -5
"Whoa. What just happened?" The Nobody held his head and looked around. He had just been trying to block Sephiroth's attack, but it never hit. He looked up and around, eyes widening. Just how many people would show up? And he knew the new people too. It was Demyx and...Axel thought, trying to place a name on the man. Then he remembered something from his life as Lea, a man named Terra.
Then he heard the guy with the big sword talk. Foolish, just foolish. Did the man think he was more powerful than them because of his sword? Axel shook his head and dropped his Chakrams, making them disappear in flashes of fire. He then took a breath and rose his arms, screaming, "BURN, BABY!" Fire erupted from the ground around him, moving like a vortex around him. After he had...well, not nescicarily DIED, but disappeared for a time. But he had honed his fire-control to a point and had also learned a few new tricks. Such as this one, the Inferno Shield. Tendrils of fire surrounded Axel, circling him over and over. This was an advantage for it prevented others from getting in close quarters with him-but also worked with a ramming attack. He launched his body at Sephiroth, Chakrams re-appearing in his hands, covered in greedy flames.
He hoped this would work.
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Post by Demyx on Sept 13, 2010 17:58:31 GMT -5
Demyx "Can't you see your smothering me? Holding too tightly"
He clenched his fists, enough is enough, and after the One-Winged's speech, Demyx cracked. He instead took his sitar, and ran up to the wing and swung the sitar at him, hoping to have hit him, and he realises Axel is gone. Demyx stepped back and let the disspearing Axel to do his thing, and Demyx began to play again, "Name's Demyx." He told the one who called him 'musical guy'. He realised Axel had appeared again, "Go Axel." He yelled out over the roars of the fire, and began making his water swirl around Axel's attack, hoping to make both attacks more powerful.
Just then a small glowing thing floated in front of his face, and he held his hand out and it landed on his hand, dispearing, "What the- something died!" He looked around, his eyes finding nothing, and stared at where the pyerfly had once been. He shook his head and concentrated on the battle once more, staring at the guy who called him 'husk' and started to play again. "DANCE WATER DANCE!" He yelled out, and sent a wave of water at him, 'Hope, I don't miss.' He thought, and sent clones right behind the wave.
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