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 Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 10:31 pm
[ Kyle ; Sora ; Seymour ; Yuffie : Atlantica : Throne Room ]
"Possibly," Kyle muttered, still holding his chin in his hands, which were wrapped with cloth half-way down his forearm; only his fingers were visible. His eyes were focused on some random particle of sand between them all. "I suppose it would depend on how many spells your Ice Spirit lasts in comparison to how long it would last on a melee weapon. But that's for the two of you to decide."
He seemed half there at this point, the talk of Geist types having elicited other thoughts. His lips seemed to twist, not quite into a frown, but into an light uncertainty. They knew of the basic Heartless, and they'd gone over all of the Geists. That left the strange jellyfish swarms (the symbol was something he'd etched into memory in case it came up again) and...
"As far as potential threats go, I guess that leaves the strange humanoid Heartless Ajora had with him," Kyle said, his eyes still on the ground in the middle of the gathering. "I have a faint idea about the two we saw, but I can't rule out the possibility of there being more."
"They sort of remind me of those weird frozen soldier Heartless that Mateus used against us back in Halloween Town," Sora mentioned, tilting his head in thought. "They were pretty powerful. In battle, it was three of us against one of them, and each of us only barely won."
"But we're definitely stronger now," Kyle said, not moving his eyes but taking his hand off his chin and extending his index finger, as if to emphasize that a point had been made. "There are more of us, and we won't be separated from one another. And from what I saw of the field, there aren't that many at all--only a handful."
"Yeah, we'd probably be an even match now," Sora nodded, his expression emulating the phrase 'not bad'. "But they looked unique--you said you had an idea?"
"Only a theory, really," he muttered, shrugging and putting his hand back on his chin. "They look identical to creatures talked about back home. The one with the mer-tail was big on elemental magic and manipulating her surroundings. The one with the wings was big on boosting morale, buffing his allies, and motivating squads. I can't tell if Ajora's made them with the same skills or not, and I'm not sure which others are there, but that's the best I've got."
"Well, they're Heartless anyhow, right?" Yuffie spoke up, balling up a fist and slamming it into her other palm with a cocky grin. "Just watch your chest and cut'em down, easy enough."
"Yeah, pretty much," Kyle said, though he still wasn't entirely there.
Why would you make those...? And why do they have seven eyes if you're trying to emulate the Margonites?
"I guess that's that, then," Sora said. "Anything else?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 8:18 am
[Dawn : Shipwreck Cove : Black Pearl]
"Your guess is as good as mine," Dawn said to Anthony with a sigh, "All this standing around is making me twitchy. I hope to do something productive eventually. Ya know, what we need is a few strategists. We need a game plan here. If anything it would be good to gather them up. It would be good to know where everyone is," the dancer looked around the ship a little as she went into thought. "I spy a Riku... though where is Louis? I haven't seen much of him in awhile..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 3:57 pm
[ Amy : Shipwreck Cove ]
Unable to find the charm, Amy swam back to the docks, feeling negligent for having lost so powerful an item. If she had not seen it fall unscathed into the water, she would have just as soon assumed she had incinerated it, but such was not the case; it was still intact, somewhere.
She pulled herself onto the docks, her outfit transforming back to its Yuna-style getup.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 11:16 pm
[Zidane :: Shipwreck Cove :: Black Pearl]
The genome was high up on the mast, squinting his eyes into the distance as if something new was going to pop into his line of sight any second. He sighed when nothing happened and plopped down with unusual grace before flipping completely upside down. "When is something going to happen?"
Zidane groaned as he watched the people move about on deck. It already felt like ages since people split off to go underwater and since then, he had already traversed the length of the ship at least ten times. Giving a final sigh, he released his hold on the mast and nimbly jumped down, never once losing footing before landing in between Dawn and Anthony. "Hey, dooooo either of you know when things are going to get a little more... lively?" He asked as he straightened out; hey, at least there were girls.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 7:58 am
[Anthony ~.~ Shipwreck Cover ~.~ Black Pearl]
Anthony was startled by Zidane's sudden landing. He jumped back onto one foot, raising his arms in defense. Upon realizing it was just another group member, the knight lowered his arms and leg and, dusting himself off, replies, "We were just talking about that. As Dawn said, 'your guess is as good as mine.'"
The young man plopped his elbows onto the railing and rested his head in his hands, letting out a sigh. He looked passed John at the dock and caught sight of a majestic being rising out of water. He watched as her tail slowly transformed into the tail of her dress, and her wet hair, weighed down by the water, become dry then caught flowing in the wind.
Anthony had not noticed he has been inching forward with every second he spent staring at the woman. He didn't notice this until most of his body was well over the railing, and by that time it was already too late.
The knight flailed his arms, attempting to regain his balance, but that only seemed to hurry the inevitable. He fell overboard and hit the water with a great splash. Out of embarrassment, he remained under water for a moment, then swam underneath the boat and surfaced on the other side. He swam to the dock and pulled himself up onto it, taking a seat at the edge as his dress sphere dried not only his outfit but himself, too.
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Posted: Sat Mar 31, 2012 10:30 am
[Dawn : Shipwreck Cove : Black Pearl]
Dawn only nodded at Zidane as Anthony answered the question. She let out a soft sigh since no one answered or responded to her questions. Dawn just started to lean her back against the railing of the ship. It was soon after that Anthony started to flail around like an idiot and fell out of the ship. Dawn stared down at where he fell in confusion. Soon afterwards she smacked her own head.
"First a monkey man falls out of the sky. Then a clumsy knight falls out of the ship... what could possibly be next...?" Dawn thought out loud.
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Je suis a toi Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 2:32 pm
Narration
As the group of earthlings in Atlantica concluded their meeting, a soldier swam by and informed them of troop movement to the front lines. They moved out to the battlefield, the masses of soldiers already lined up there standing stock still. There was not a sound to be heard among the merfolk as they awaited the arrival of the enemy.
Meanwhile, the lively docks in Shipwreck Cove emptied within five minutes of a call to board. The pirate fleet moved out of Shipwreck Cove and set sail for the rendezvous point. When they arrived the Dutchman was waiting. Jack, Barbossa, and Elizabeth met with Beckett, Will, and Jones on the sandbar for the personnel exchange. Will left with the Pearl's crew and Jack with the Dutchman. Once the exchange was over the Dutchman returned to the ranks of the EITC. The Black Pearl was a clamor with fear and excitement. The time to free Calypso was drawing nearer.
---
As the heroes took their positions, their antagonists did the same. Those on the Dutchmen who wanted to fight with Ajora and the undersea army followed one of him down into the depths, where they now lie in wait for "the heathen to go free". Those who wished to remain on the ship did so, an Ajora waiting at the helm to watch things unfold. Interestingly enough, the Trident had vanished.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 3:27 pm
[Noelle .:. Prote ~ Atlantica ~ Throne Room --> Battle Grounds ]
Noelle and Prote followed the soldier guiding the group quietly, the two of them glancing around as the surroundings transitioned from the underwater city to the open sea. Every once in a while the small blonde could feel Prote's eyes on her back. When she would look at him he said nothing, making her mentally shrug and swim on. It didn't take long for them to reach the soon-to-be battle grounds already filled with the array of soldiers and city-dwellers ready to fight. Noelle could feel her stomach start to knot up with anxiety. Knowing about what lie ahead was helpful when it came to tactics, but having to wait for it was torture.
"May I ask," Prote said finally, standing beside Noelle and keeping his voice low so as not to disturb the surrounding hush, "The story behind the scar on your back?"
Noelle knit her eyebrows together in some confusion and tried to get a look at her back over her shoulder and under her arm. She could see the edges of jagged scar tissue that ran diagonally across her back. She knew the others had battle scars and every once in a while took notice of them, either remembering or wondering what they came from. But she had forgotten about her own. The large scar was courtesy of her dangerous, near-fatal Underworld adventures. Rae had healed her, but at the time she was just a greenhorn white mage, so it was no surprise that the wound scarred. Remembering her friend and comrade made Noelle cringe.
"That one's . . . a long story. It's better left for a different time." The agromancer replied, giving Prote a weak smile as he nodded in understanding.
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Je suis a toi Vice Captain
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phoenixianCrystallist Crew
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 3:52 pm
{Bobbi .:. Atlantica .:. Throne Room >> Above Battle Ground} As the conversation continued around them, Bobbi glanced over at Sayrike, hoping to catch the other girl's eye... [ATE: Ice Spirit 101]When they were through, Bobbi grinned cheekily at Sayrike, and fell in with the others as they headed to their battle stations. Once they were clear of the city, Bobbi ranged upwards, keeping an eye on the procession of her friends below, and keeping the other eye on the battlefield ahead. :Good luck, everyone!: she called en masse over the charms to everyone who had one, even the people up top. She struggled to keep her mental tone light, as if this were just a game of tennis or something else frivolous. ~: We're all going to need it,:~ Shiva added for Bobbi's ears alone, her voice solemn. Bobbi bit her lip and nodded.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 7:41 pm
[John.:Caribbean:.Black Pearl]
John lackadaisically followed around Anthony or Dawn or whoever he could find floating in a sort of "paint me like one of your French girls" kind of pose. The mood of the ship was anxious and fearful at the same time.
"So Anthony, now that we're brothers in element," John began slowly lowering himself on Anthony's shoulders. He had been doing this act for several minutes now as he had been 'balancing' himself atop of Anthony in different positions whilst carrying a conversation. "Ya like anyone on the ship? Maybe like 'like' per say. But anyone get ya eye bud? Dunno 'bout you but if this is the afterlife I'm gonna make the best of it"
John laughed as he sort of trailed off. He let the magnetic field go as he rested himself atop of Anthony's shoulders.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 8:32 pm
[Anthony ~.~ Caribbean ~.~ Black Pearl]
John's last sentence brought the theologian out in Anthony. "Pfft.. I'm pretty sure we're not in the afterlife," the knight began. "For starters, I don't feel very glorified and last I checked I can't phase through solid objects or just appear in rooms." He laughed with arrogance, but it slowly turned into a nervous laughter until it finally faded out. "Sorry."
The young man cleared his throat, then, placing his elbows on the railing and resting his head on his hands, leaned against the rails of the ship and stared out at the sandbar. As excited as he should be for the freeing of Calypso, he couldn't bring himself to share the same anticipation as the rest of the crew.
Feeling he'd been silent a bit too long, he glanced upward at John, who had perched himself on the knight's shoulders. "I don't know...," he said, feeling a little embarrassed. He felt himself blush a bit. "Granted all the girls are, you know, attractive, I haven't fallen for any of them, if that's what you're asking. Kinda hard to. Haven't been a part of the group for long and it seems every time we have a time to get to know each other we suddenly enter a battle or split up or something."
Anthony paused for a moment and laughed. "I did touch a boob, though." He glanced away at the ocean, feeling embarrassed. "Not my proudest moment."
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 9:14 pm
[Saint.:Caribbean:.Flying Dutchman]
Silent Hill OST - 39 - Killing Time
The breeze of the Caribbean swept over Saint's face as he looked out to the horizon. There he would find his existence. His other self. That false prophet of hope and love that would only lead others to an idealistic path of self-destruction. Saint's face told a story of the scars of a concealed life. A life hidden by a sheath of false emotion. His ultimate goal required one thing: singularity.
Singularity and control of his own identity. There could only be one of them, and Saint was superior in every way.
I am god.
Saint was the epitome of strength and logic. He was the ultimate judge of the righteous and the wretched.
I am perfect.
Put upon this world to vanquish his enemies and eradicate all the false preachers and teachings of so called 'wisdom'.
I am.
You are God.
I am God
You are perfect.
I am perfect..
God never rests.
God never sleeps.
They will obey.
I will rule.
All those who disobey will be punished.--- Saint looked to the endless horizon. In his eyes, he had transcended mortality. In his eyes, alone, he had become the god of all.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 9:29 pm
[ Kyle ; Sora : Atlantica : Battle Grounds]
Sora had taken point as they followed the mer-captain to the front lines, and he set himself there, as well. It was hard to consider it a front 'line', really, since they were in water--more like a front barrier, with various levels of height above the sea floor. The Keyblader frowned at the thought--he had gotten used to three-dimensional fighting before. None of the others had ever truly fought in the water before.
They'll be fine. They can handle themselves. They've dealt with fliers, so now they just have to worry about those and... sinkers?
He rose to the higher levels of the barrier, which weren't exactly all that high, only two or three merpeople off the sea floor (with tons of free space before sea level). From this point, he could see that the once-black mass had become a small variety of sea-colors--the colors that the sea Heartless usually took--and it was still unmoving in the far distance. He'd heard from Riku that the pirates had shipped off, had their parley, and Calypso was about to be freed.
If Kyle was right and Calypso is the 'heathen'...
Sora summoned his Keyblade in a flash of light, waiting with a determined gaze for the darkness to move.
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Kyle had remained farther back, pushing up rather than forward. In the midst of travels, he had summoned eight Starlights to revolve around him, each a different color: maroon, red, gold, green, teal, blue, indigo, violet, and white. However, they did not 'appear'--they seemed to be drawn from random spots he passed.
He brought himself a fair bit above the actual army, easy half a dozen meters or more, so that he had a very clear vantage point over the entire battlefield. From here, he could see everything--his own allies, and the large mass of dark colors and pale Geist-white. They didn't move, but he knew they would in a few minutes. Just as easily as he knew himself.
So, this is what Kyla feels like, hovering over the fight. I could get used to this.
The multi-colored spheres lazily revolved around his abdomen, his arms up slightly above them, as if keeping them aloft. Kyla would likely join him soon, as he'd asked. She could keep him safe from external harm. That much he knew.
And still he worried.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 9:55 pm
[Kyla: Atlantica: Throne Room >> Battle Grounds ]
Sure enough the bright indigo colored fins flashed back and forth through the water as the other beta tailed earthling rose up from the city to take her defensive position in front of Kyle. She made sure there was a few meters spare for distance in case she had to take out an enemy which got too close there would be some space to make a worst case scenario encounter without including Kyle.
Still, if things worked the way they should, no one would be getting close enough to see the whites of their eyes.
“First things first-” Kyla thumbed the first page of her prep work and illuminated the first spells.
Warding Lotus activated, and she placed it on Kyle.
If the worst were to ever happen, it would provide one last line of defense- but now came the more fun part. From their vantage point Kyla had a perfect view of the battlefield and began to charge her constructs.
Patience though; didn’t want to unveil her designs too early- it was best to catch the enemy by surprise.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2012 10:14 pm
[ Riku ; Kuja ; Will Turner : Caribbean : Deck of the Pearl ]
Having left the Cove for free waters, Riku found himself restless with anticipation. They had committed parley and lost Jack Sparrow, instead getting Will Turner as compensation, or something of the sort. He wasn't sure, only that Kyle had told him that is what should have happened. Next would be the freeing of Tia Dalma, which would set in motion the actual battle. Kyle had given him an ample bit of information--including images of what was to happen with the whirlpool. Still, he made it very clear.
Tia Dalma had to be freed. No matter the cost. Simply go along with what the pirates do and try not to interfere unless someone else does. Simple enough.
How much he'd stressed the point only increased Riku's anticipation. Kyle had made it seem as if Ajora would interrupt it--which makes sense. If Kyle knew how vital Tia Dalma's freedom was, then Ajora would also know. Ajora, the Replica who made sure to time the battles on both fronts simultaneously. But even Kyle had no idea what he had to gain.
Riku had a clue, though. If Ajora was anything like Maleficent or Xehanort, then all he cared about was plunging the world into Darkness. And they'd been kept alive as the audience.
"Barbossa, you can't release her."
Will, Elizabeth, and Barbossa had begun speaking shortly after returning from the parley. Will was tense, glaring at Barbossa with a small gleam in his eye. They couldn't release her--not without killing his father in the process, though indirectly.
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