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Arlene's playful, if not slightly suggestive, actions only served to widen Dilan's grin. In response, he ran the flat end of one of his chains against her cheek.
"A hurricane? But of course. Anything for you, Arlene." He replied.
Dilan rose into the air, and took off after Arlene. "Which is faster? Wind or Lightning!?" He laughed, spreading out his arms.
"Come forth!" He commanded. There were four bursts of darkness as he summoned forth his Wyverns. "Go! Destroy their pathetic forces! Strike fear into their hearts and let it corrupt them!" The Unfettered Tempest laughed.
With a great shriek, the small band of wyverns rose higher into the air, into the clouds that had spawned from Arlene and his tamperings.
Shiro, the Gravity Controller This ain’t no place for no hero, This ain’t no place for no better man, This ain’t no place for no hero, Go home, Short Change Hero ~ The Heavy
(I’ll fill this in later of him getting there once my pm is replied.)
The eyes of the gravity manipulator observed and examined all of the world's attackers. He had never been in a situation like this before, well, he thought. Due to his memory loss, he wasn’t quite sure. But out of the life he remembered, this has never happened. Eyes widened, he watched the world known as the Caribbean turn into hell. The screams of the residents sent a chill down Shiro’s back as he stood on a rooftop. Why couldn’t the heartless leave the world alone!? Not all of the people were filthy pirates… Most of them were innocent women and men, who had children and maybe a dog. It stunk that he didn’t have the power to stop the destruction. His fellow Guardians were right, the Dark XII were different. They were so powerful compared to the simply shadows he had fought in the past. Oh how he wished shadows were his opponents. But sadly, the man’s wish wouldn’t come true.
Well, he couldn’t just stand there and watch. There had to be something he could do. Obviously, there wasn’t anything he could do for the poor crew members of the ships. The heartless dragon had their fate in its hands. He could though help the citizens who couldn’t defend themselves. And those were probably mainly mothers and their children. So that was what he was going to do. The gravity controller was going to save some lives. Turning his head a bit, he looked at Arthas and his gut told him that Arthas was thinking the same thing as he was. ”I’ll start with the innocent women and children,” the gravity manipulator said. And with that, a great wind came his way and blew him off the rooftops. Arthas was the smart one and took cover quickly, while Shiro, distracted by the view of the world’s destruction, broke a window as his body was forced through it.
Letting out a sigh, he stood up and examined his location. He was inside a building, standing in a bathroom to be more specific, with shattered glass all over the floor. He noticed that he had a few cuts visible on his hands. Great, he hadn’t even fought yet and he was already a little bloody. Walking over to the door, he kicked it open, since he didn’t want to use his hands. The man was then in a hallway, where there was nothing but a nice carpet on the ground. The gravity controller took no more time examining his position. He walked over to what seemed to be a bedroom door and placed his hand on the door handle. He didn’t want to kick it open, since that would make him look like a threat instead of a friend.
Opening the door, Shiro’s eyes met a woman and her two kids huddled up in a corner, shivering of fear. The two children covered their eyes with their hands at the sight of him. It seemed that they thought he was an enemy. ”Hey, I’m not one of them. I’m here to help,” he told the family. The little girl slowly uncovered her eyes. Blinking twice, she ran up to the gravity controller and hugged his leg, crying. Shiro didn’t know how to respond to the action for a moment, but then a small smile appeared on his face. ”Come on, let’s get you out of here and get you to somewhere safe.”
The little girl let go of his leg and looked up to the man and nodded. He reached behind his back and unzipped his backpack. Taking out his sword, he zipped it back up and walked back into the hallway. Giving a hand motion that told the family to follow him, he walked further into the house, with the family following them. Now he had a family with him. The tricky part was getting them out without the heartless seeing them…
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Apr 1, 2011 14:57:07 GMT -4
(Round ends April 3rd)
"Oooh can you really out run the SPEED of LIGHT!" Arlene replied back with a cackling laugh as she darted off. Summoning darkness to swirl around her. As more red coats turned the corner readying their muskets to fire, Arlene crouched down before spiraling through them. Her body wavered through with darkness tainted hands took their hearts with her.
Like dominoes, they fell with a thump as they hearts took on a different hue; with their hearts already have specs of darkness in it, Arlene's multiplied with her own. With a puff of smoke, shadows evolved from them; the little bug like heartless landed on the floor like spiders before crawling about. "You are too weak. There should be easy pickings to power you up."
She thought about it for a moment, but decided to whistle for stronger heartless instead. Flying from portals below flapped a trio of Invisibles; with a silent conversation they were free with their spears in hand. Arlene ran to port and headed for the town. Finding corners of streetlamps, her smirk grew to a sinister smile as thunder roared with out rain to cry. With thundaga, she striked the lamppost' glass causing them to shatter and spark flames.
"That should awake the rats to crawl from their holes...," a low growl replied to Arlene as a black heartless nuzzled against her. A pair of antennas perked up before twitching as large bulbous eyes blinked. Arlene looked down to find a Thanatos next to her ready for commands, "Time to go hunting."
The Invisibles split off leaving one to hunt alone. The Heartless flew through the buildings walls crashing into the house erupting screams of fear before death silent. Meanwhile Arlene cloathed in darkness with her Thanatos roamed through the town eletricifying anything that was flammable to cause an inevitable stir.
Dilan rolled his eyes, and called out after Arlene. "Show off!"
Deciding he'd let Arlene take care of the men on the docks, Dilan veered off towards the sea. Dilan rose his head and closed his eyes, his arms parted and slightly raised. The wind whipped in his face, yet again surrounding him. "Rejoice..." he said in a voice as soft as a murmur, yet the wind carried it to the far edges of the port. "For very bad things are about to happen."
The winds whirled around Dilan faster and faster. In its cycle, it started to pick up water from the sea below. Raising his arms higher, Dilan forced the whirling wind to spread out into four seperate tornados, moving away from his body. Each began to grow more violent as it picked up water.
The screech of his wyverns were nearly drowned out by the growing hurricanes, but none the less managed to rise above the howling wind as the four heartless descended from the clouds, nosediving towards the cannoneers at port.
Shiro, the Gravity Controller This ain’t no place for no hero, This ain’t no place for no better man, This ain’t no place for no hero, Go home, Short Change Hero ~ The Heavy
Shiro turned his head a bit, just to see the family following him through the corner of his eye. Good, there were no signs of heartless near them. Well, he had a family of three with him. As much as he wanted to get them out of the place with nothing in the way, he couldn’t. A whole world was about to die. There had to be more people he could save, people just like the little four year old girl that was following close behind him. If he found out that a bunch of small children died and knowing the fact that he could’ve saved them, he would feel depressed. He couldn’t let that happen. So the best place to look for soon to be survivors was the houses near him. ”Is there anyone else that lives in this house?” the man asked quietly, making sure that no one on the outside could hear him.
The other kid, who was a nine year old boy, replied to his question. “The Johnsons share the house with us. We’re not the richest family out there, so the Johnsons help us pay and they live downstairs.” Shiro nodded at the boy’s response. So the “Johnsons” would be the next people he’d save. He would save them. The man led the family to a door, and when he opened it, he saw the staircase. He looked at the family once again and put his finger over his lips, telling them to be as quiet as they could be. And then, Shiro led the family down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible. He didn’t have a good feeling about what was down there. It was just a gut feeling. Once at the bottom, he instantly crouched at the sound of a screaming couple in the room closest to them. Shit. He was too late.
The door was closed thankfully, so they weren’t detected yet. But he had a feeling they were about to be soon since when his head turned, he saw the little girl starting to form tears. If she cried, they’d be heard. Shiro quickly gestured the family to go in front of him. And when they were, he quietly led them the other direction. He kept looking through the corner of his eye, making sure that no heartless would sneak up on them. That’s why he wanted to be in the back, so he could defend the family if attacked from behind, which seemed had a better chance than being attacked from the front. His eyes returned to the front, making sure the family wasn’t making any noise. The mother was closely behind the four year old girl, comforting her to make sure she wouldn’t cry. At the end of the hall was another room, and he was determined to get the family inside there.
After a minute of slowly walking towards there, they made it without making any noise. Shiro then made his way towards the front of the group. Opening the door as quietly as he could, he let the family inside. Inside was what seemed to be the dining room of the Johnsons. There were a few windows (one of them was open), so the family and he crawled over towards a place where they weren’t visible, which was the corner. Once the family was huddled up in the corner, Shiro walked over to the door. But before he could close it, the winds picked up (because of Dilan) and slammed the door shut. Damn’t. They were heard and he knew it wasn’t going to end well.
Not even caring about making noise, he turned his head towards the family and said, ”Stay in that corner. The heartless won’t get to you there without going through me first.” And with that, he stood in front of the family in a defensive position. The heartless were going to have to put up a good fight to get to the family.
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Arthas sighed as he watched Shiro fly through the window, then used te momentum of the wind to follow him. "I'll be defending you, Shiro, so let's hurry before things get outta hand!" he yelled as he looked out a window at the chaos ensuing. They were too close to the powerful dark forces for comfort, but the people had to be saved.
He followed Shiro into the room, barely avoiding being hit when the door was slammed shut. His katana appeared in his hand as he stood next to Shiro, the blade ointed at the window. "Stay sharp." he said, readying a fire spell on his free hand. As he took a few deep breaths, he turned to the family and said, "Don't try anything rash when they come. Let us fight for you." Turning back to the window, he said to Shiro,
The floor beneath Shiro and Arthas began to ripple. Dark tides shifted and exploded in a vortex of black wisps and energy. With a snapping of the floorboards and a crashing of the lightning outside, the Dark Guardian seethed before them, eyeing them both with bright wide yellow eyes. It's arms flung to the side, roaring loudly. These Hearts were far too powerful to be simple townsfolk and it knew it.
The Dark Guardian's arms whipped inwards, bolts of dark energy arcing at the two interlopers, sneering it's evil lipless grin a them as it fired bolt after bolt, a half-dozen volleys in their direction. It hungered.
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Meanwhile, across Port Royal, Ansem stood high on the peak of the Rampart, stepping side to side as he watched his Dark XII and their allies lay siege to this World. They played their games, they picked on one another. But they accomplished their goals. That was all he could hope. They were not humans, they were Heartless. True and strong. They needed to act like it, pick up the crowns they were now entitled to wear. Kings and Queens of the Realm of Darkness, soon to plant their flag in the soils of the Realm of Light, beginning here. This world, this night.
A bellowing caught his ear, pulling him from his vigil as he canted his head towards the town. The Guardian had found something. Something that did not belong. This would warrant his personal attentions...
Ciraph let out a roar as he spewed flames onto the last of the ships out in the bay. A large explosion, sending splinters of wood and chunks of metal along with the crewmembers everywhere, accompanied his burst of flames. Apparently, it had managed to find their store of gun powder in the ship. It was a good way to end his assault of the ships. Now, it was time to go after the town itself.
The Black Dragon flew back to the mainland, landing on one of the streets that fronted the beach. As he landed, a small group of red coat soldiers came out of an alleyway. They seemed to have been running blindly from the threat of the others. However, their fear showed that they knew they'd stumbled onto another threat just as grave. With a load roar, Ciraph leapt forward and, spewing flames on the entire group, snatched one of them up and threw him through a nearby building. His fellows screamed out in fear as they scattered and ran for their lives.
Ciraph just growled, letting them run in their different directions, knowing that it wouldn't matter where they ran. This world was soon to die at their hands. Ciraph just continued down the street, smashing in walls of buildings with his massive tail as he did, sending debris everywhere....
Ienzo stood on the rippling shadows, holding them solidly beneath his feet. Inside of the shadows was a hollow tube of oxygen, which kept him afloat. The silver eyes closed as he listened and smelled, searching for a source that could possibly give away the position of the Heart.
In order for a World's Heart to become completely sealed, it must be sealed from two sides: The Light... And the Darkness. Thus was the nature of all Worlds. No matter what Sora did, unless he went to the Dark realm, he could not protect the Worlds from the Dark XII. Ienzo's shadows dipped into the water like eels and swam into the dark depths, looking for something very specific: A chest. A chest filled with cursed pirate gold. When he found this chest, he would find the Keyhole, where he would swallow it. Ienzo, still hidden in his dark cloak, camouflaged himself from those flying above to assure that they did not interrupt his process.
This was his mission.
The eels searched through the dark waters, trying to find that glimmer of gold...
Arthas watched, wide-eyed, as the dark Heartless emerged from the floor and started attacking. The family screamed, but he activated an Aero spell around them, blocking the bolt aimed at them. Then, as he started to turn, he was clipped by one and spun, falling to a knee. His katana swung as he got up, holding his injured arm while his Cure spell healed the worst of it. When he was done, he yelled to Shiro,
"We need to stop this thing!" He ran at it, firing off his Fire magic before dropping to a knee and swinging at its lower body. His momentum carried him away from the being, but he had a couple of seconds where his back was to it. Fortunately, his soldier training helped him, and he rolled onto his feet. In that moment, time moved slowly, and he saw the Heartless, his ally and the family. Looking outside, he saw many powerful Heartless terrorizing the world. His darkness surged inside him, but he suppressed it and opened a portal, yelling to the family, "Through there you'll be safe! Now go!" The portal would take them to the Gummi Ship, where they could be kept safe.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Apr 9, 2011 11:57:53 GMT -4
(post round ends on the 12th)
Flames started to engulf all that was flammable such as the hay that lied on the floor for horses, wooden carriages, and shops. It rose to tinting the cobblestone ready to lick away the houses.
As she sprinted through the town. she ignited more lampost until flames eruptted to cause a mayhem, while her Thanatos broke into houses thieving the hearts inside before going to another. Once the fire became noticeable, people started to dart out of the house to put it out not sure who the foes that attacked the port looked like.
Dilan could appreciate the light show in town, though he wasn't sure how long it'd last, what with his mini-hurricanes whipping water everywhere.
The Unfettered Tempest descended to the pier, and snapped his fingers. Accompanied by the tell-tale poofing noise and black smoke, a few SkySoldiers appeared around him. They patiently hovered, awaiting orders.
"Attack." Dilan ordered, quick and to the point. The winged soldiers took off like shots into town, picking up people as they ran in a panic, devouring their hearts. "Too simple."
A small grin formed on Isa's face as the soldier's hooting and hollering was drowned out by the environment's destructive sounds. He felt a storm brewing on the Caribean. He noted this to be the competitive but also combined work of Arlene and Dilan. What a scene. Heartless wreaking havoc on unsuspecting victims. It almost made Isa feel happy, but just almost.
"I would like to add my own spice to this little party."
As the words left his mouth Isa motioned with his hand in the direction of the water. A building obstructed his view but not his will.
The sea began to wave to and fro. No. VII was changing the tides of the water to his desire. The once calm, black water was now a choppy seafront that most boats wouldn't be able to stay whole on.
Turning his view to Lea, Isa spoke. "Lea. Do you know, who let the dogs out?"
With a snap of his fingers two Wolfsbane appeared on either side before striding off to satisfy their hunger for hearts.