In a cataclysm known as the Nightfall, the worlds were almost completely destroyed by a harrowing surge of darkness.
In the shadows of the ensuing chaos a new group has taken shape. Led by an Aegyl named Kalos, the 11th Hour touts an esoteric knowledge of how to combat the darkness and restore the worlds. They might be the worlds’ best chance at survival; but nobody really knows enough about them to confirm or deny their claims.
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The bullets ripped through the plate armor, not quite doing as much damage as Jude had hoped. And now his prey was angry. An attack from one side, a flaming sword on another, and a growing well of power from behind him. It was not the best time to be where Jude was.
Jude sunk into the ground, leaving naught but a faint shadow, and that quickly vanished.
Now, Jude did not actually run away, he just made a tactical retreat. People who met in this area had a habit of killing each other, and a scavenged meal was better than none. From his vantage point in the wall, he surveyed the group. He also noticed the Feeder was nearby.
A heartless swordsman with a flaming blade, and a spellcaster, along with his prey the swordsman. And their hearts all shined in the darkness of the Third District.
A heartless, protecting his prey! Truly this newcomer was an abomination to the heartless kind. Some considered heartless themselves to be abominations, but two wrongs make a horrid sticky bloody wrong, not a right.
((And, just cause I did not say this earlier, being in a thread with Jude means that you are OK with your character being killed. If you are not OK with the possibility that your character might be offed, I would suggest making a quick exit. And yes, I have no qualms about Jude being killed either.))
Syn watched from the corner of his eye, waiting for the next move, until...
The sound of metal rang through the air, and Syn's blood turned cold. How was it possible? He thought he had spread his shield around him and Sei, but it seemed as if he miscalculated. He knew he should have put way less flair into it. His stupid antics would get this man killed.
The Heartless couldn't win.
He turned to Sei and put a hand on his armour where the bullet had pushed through. ?! His eyes widened. This metal was weak. It was severely outdated. He kept Virtegon, his black blade, stationary as he stood beside the Elf, who seemed to be curing rather well from Muto. The Heartless had done its damage. Syn didn't know Heartless even HAD bullets.
"Hey." He nudged Sei slightly. "I can help you. Your armour, it is different. But I can make it better. If you believe in tradition, death will come swiftly. You must grasp onto the new and blend with the new Worlds you visit." He held his blade out. "It is Synthetic. Each of those crystals is a human Heart, given to me out of their free will, just before they died. It reminds me of every time I've failed in saving somebody from the Heartless or Nobodies."
His blue eyes seemed to glow in the dull light.
"I don't want you to die. I don't want anybody to die. There's always another way out."
There had to be. Syn stared at the black blade, remembering the friends who had fallen due to his own mistakes. He had failed them horribly... Five crystals from the dead, and one from the undead. Sin, his disease, held itself inside of the black crystal. And it plagued him every night as he slept, with nightmares and sickness.
Nothing. He connected with... nothing. Some part of that was irksome. Yet, at the same time, it was perfectly fine. Even if it did produce a bit of a shock. Whatever this creature was, it was smart. Something not so easily defeated by simple means. And Sei made a mental note to stay from such creatures. Unfortunately for Jude, this didn't seem like such a group. He didn't plan on attacking anyone, just defending himself...
Prey. What was it with his luck and everything wanting to eat him? Oi vey.
But the elf-breed's mind wasn't on that, wincing as he stood up right, a strange force of things weaving into him. sewing tissue closed. Or in so far as it could be-- punctured plated armor didn't function like that. It was not the first time this sort of thing had happened; it was unsurprising that the bullets wouldn't allow for much healing considering they were still rather lodged. Hmph. Spellcasters. Always think that physics could be overwritten by magic. Well... alright, it could, but Sei was a grown man. He could bloody well take care of himself even if this was just one of tose minor irritations that happen in combat. If an arrowhead could be found when the shaft of the projectile had completely broken off, he could find a measly munny-turned-bullet. The effort, however, was appreciated. Not many people would have done such a thing for him, in his world. They would have rather let him die. Sei was used to such things.
The high of battle was still there, achingly so, and the second Synthest's hand landed on the metal of Sei's pauldron, he was sliding out from under the Heartless' grasp, a grimaced scowl over tanned features. The metal? Weak? No. Not really. It was incredibly durable, capable of surviving what most think it could not. Had it not been for his armor and it's special make, it would have surely killed him, those blows. Outdated to Synthest, perhaps, but it was what Sei knew. What his culture knew, what was left of such a mixed thing now a days.
"I'm sure you can," Sei stated. There was no pain in his voice. Just irritation.The claymore was lowered, yet held steady in one hand, fingers curling tighter, yet leaving his wrist loose, just in case. "But if you think so much as to inquire that I pass up my life's work, regardless of situation, for the sake of 'something better', then you may as well hold your tongue. Keep your magic and your human hearts and your failures. My strength is mine, friend, not yours." It mattered not if Synthest held out his blade or not, eyes didn't focus on it. Rather, Sei's head remained turned to focus on his surroundings.
Wordy, despite his usual simplicity in communication? Yes. Yes, it was. But one did not trust others with their work, their life, their ways, with someone they trusted not.
"I thank you, for your help, here and before, however. And to the sorcerer who thought it kind to heal my wounds."
With a flourish, the claymore was holstered-- ears and senses were still active, and with a straight face, and wordlessly began gathering the things that he had dropped. His cloak had been at the top, and it would suffice, he decided, to be torn and his fingers sought out the small tin box that held his threads and scraps and needles, after gathering his things, to repair the rucksack with torn bits of the thick material of the traveling cloak. He had done this far too many times to need sight for such things. If it was in the middle of their plaza, Sei cared not. He would repair his pack and then be on his way. That was all.
This place was perhaps the most queer and irritating point of existence that could have ever been thought of.
Syn stepped back, then dropped his head. His blue eyes were closed as he breathed deeply. "I apologize. I didn't mean to insult you or your armour. I merely meant that I have a gift that I wihsed to bestow upon you. But I understand if you don't wish to have your armour upgraded."
He looked around, because he thought he saw a flash or Light. It might have been one of that Heartless' tricks again. But no, there was a man standing there that he couldn't recall seeing before. He looked back to Sei and walked after him. "Hey, is there anything I can do to help?"
Forget it. Sei was not-- this place was far beyond anything he could comprehend it seemed. He was leaving, simple as that. Let the man who thinks a simple "upgrade" (whatever that was) could so easily out-do something crafted with care, with pride, with honor. And he shouldered his repaired back after stuffing all of his things back into it, pausing...
So this man was insistent.
And...
Yes, Sei was suspicious. He heard the shout, yes, and his temples began throbbing, and he resisted the urge to rub at them. "Far be it from me to halt you from your 'gift', then." He was trying to be polite. This all was simply pushing his patience.
Alright. Remember what you were taught. Breath. Focus. Don't lose that. Remember what your brother told you.
The elf-breed tilted his chin up, facing everything as tall as he could manage for his small stature, and proud, punctured and bloody armor a mess, yes, and his chest hurt from the pallets still within it, but he would manage...
"Yes. Whoever that might be-- you deal with the matter with the sorcerer with you. I will be on my way."
And with that, he made a good attempt to stride away with his injured pride in tact, careful, however, in case trouble brewed once more.
With everything calmed, Gozo shrugged. Some people preferred things the original way. Looking over to the being with all the crystals, shrugged, and walked away.
((Unless something else happens, that's curtains for Gozo in this post.))
Syn just watched the area, waiting. Had the Neo-Shadow left? Or was he merely waiting?
His arm twinged with cold. Virtegon began to grow warm in his hand. His stomach felt queasy as he thought of what was locked away in the black crystal. He hoped that everything would be fine... And that Sin wouldn't get hungry. Why was it always hungry? He didn't want to feed it. But the disease kept feeding, and if it had no target, it would feed off him.
How could he survive without feeding it Hearts? Sin would always eat away at him, the parasitic demon, until it took over his body. And he couldn't let that happen. Not until he found Keilah and Lloyd.
It was immediate. Syn felt the Heartless' shadow beneath him and knew that things were about to get nasty. He jumped into the air in a flurry of claws and sword, and felt the Neo-Shadow rip away at his clothing, droplets of blood falling to the ground.
Syn hit the pavement and jumped back, but a muscle in his leg had been hit. He fell to one knee. His blue eyes filled with hate as he saw his counter-part. He then sneered and stood up. "So, you're going to kill a fellow Heartless?" He just stared at the Heartless as the Cura spell took affect on his leg. "I was so close to taking his Heart, but you had to interrupt me."
Jude landed, and paused. He was unable to talk out loud as of yet, but with Heartless, Jude could project emotions, concepts, and ideas into the head of the other.
The ideas came in a flood. The thrill of the hunt, blood of the prey. Hearts, important above all. Interruption. Heartless, protecting. Prey escaping. Synthest's heart, weighing out the difference. Hunger for a heart.
Projecting rage, hunger, and the darkness of his Heart, he jumped up, and death-spun at Synthest.
Syn felt the Neo-Shadow move with his arm and threw it out in front of him, but it was too late. He was slammed up into the air with a Heartless punch to the stomach, and he felt his feet left the ground as the air was pushed out of his body. Darkness covered his vision and stars burst in front of his eyes.
The blade kicked out before him then, and he fell to the ground, his breathing raspy and forced. Syn backed against the wall and glared at the Heartless. It had seen through his bluff. Meanwhile, a familiar cold feeling was creeping through his body. If this creature summoned Sin, things would not be good. He held his hand out and Virtegon slid back over to him. The black blade brought a feeling of warmth to his arm, and he stood up slowly. He was glad he wasn't human, elsewise he would be dead after that crushing blow. Luckily, the beasie's razor claws hadn't gotten ahold of him.
Standing in stance, he put a hand on the ruby in his blade. In a moment, the metal seemed to melt around it and he brought the spherical crystal to a loop in the hilt. Immediately, the blade began to sizzle with heat.
Syn shook his head, smiling. "Not so hot now, are you?" A pun. He had way too many.