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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Ienzo paused as he watched the commotion take place, unsure of how he should act. With a vehement fury rising he realized that Ansem cared not for his interruption- the Heartless had completely ignored him. All the better, but it still made the shadowmancer growl mentally. How stuck-up of him. He would regret it in time...
The man listened to the magician's words of wisdom, his silver eyes shimmering underneath his dark hood. So he was just going to let this tower fall? The flames of irritation bloomed in the Heartless' chest as he listened to the wizard. Why let it fall? That was what they wanted! Ansem wasn't worried about these lackeys, he just wanted it either under control or out of his way... Yen Sid was just giving up. Ienzo doubted that it would work- but it wasn't his choice. If the wizard thought it true, then so be it.
In other words, it was time for Ienzo to ollie outie. Things were taking a turn for the worst... And he had a promise to keep, right? His memory sharpened and he remembered the red-headed Princess. A smile flashed across his hidden features and he felt a flicker of humor. He couldn't go on dying now when there were Princesses to save, right? After all, it seemed that he was taking a more heroic approach. He had to be around to fight fire with fire. Err... Darkness with Darkness. And hopefully the old man upstairs would survive all of this. He wanted to speak words to the wrinkly coot.
Don't die on me, got it? That was an order. You and me, we need to talk. With that thought, the figure that lay before the people vanished into the shadows. He would travel the Lanes Between, watching from the outskirts, waiting-- And if any form of existence, Heartless, Shadow, or human, came within distance, he'd disappear for good.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Apr 5, 2012 13:48:32 GMT -4
Her eyes brightened with wickedness at the nuisance of a beast was sieged and pinned by her darkness. She prepared to jump with her giggle of victory to manuever above and over the lion to continue on her way. In mid leap a blast of light forced her over and nearly caused an ungraceful landing. Gritting her teeth, she could feel a sting from it, and her eyes sharpened with a hiss, "You son of a-"
Staying still for too long can end up in a death wish, so she yelled loudly in fury to motivate her darkness to move her. Dammit and it wasn't working fast enough; she needed more rage and more darkness as her own whisped around to secure her. Getting back up, she felt a tweak of rejuvenation, and her eyes already began to tint and turn yellow.
Shit this isn't enough...where the hell are they!?
Wherever her 'co-workers' were at, she could wait for them forever. Obviously there were stronger in numbers and stripped apart one by one. Sneering, she reached the portal without looking back. Darkness waved off her like ink and water, while taining the portal as transferred through, while seeping in her own cruelty into the next room.
Her skin was turning black as she obsessed her mind with the image of cutting that damned wizard down to get this forsaken job done already.
Ansem's harsh commands reverberated off of the tower's walls, even over the rumble of the crashing of the Dark Guardian's behemoth frame colliding with the spire. The defenses were beginning to crack already, but not fast enough. Yen Sid was a wily old man, the tower was still his (regardless of how much longer), and Arlene was still inside and at risk, and Ansem prized his people as an intact whole far too much for her to be lost. For a brief moment, he even considered allowing the portion of the Heart of Port Royal to be put to use to end this.
But no. No, that would endanger every conceivable angle of his endgame. And would threaten to ruin every plot and machination he had laid down before himself so far. They would have to retrieve Arlene another way. Through bottom or top, they would breach the Tower.
WHAM!
WHAM!
The Tower began to crack, but it did not yet give. Progress.
But something wasn't right... Through all his Darkness, he could feel something amiss inside. His eyes kept on the door as his head craned slightly towards Braig, "Stay here. Ensure the Sorcerer does not leave alive."
The Seeker of Darkness twisted his glove tighter against his wrist with his other hand and began to march towards the front door. He was right to send reinforcements, even if his dealings with Hades prolonged his own entrance into the fray. But he would not now sit idly by while one of his XII took the fall to accomplish this mission. He needed them all, and he would prove it.
A burst of Dark fire exploded against the front door. His Guardian high, Ansem down low, Arlene inside and Braig out. This would be over soon, one way or another.
Just as another, massive crash resounded through his old bones, the portal before him flared with darkness and the female Heartless spewed out. Yen Sid felt her rage fill the room, spilling over onto the edges of his cloak, threatening to drown it and him. He stood solemnly as she emerged.
The other Heartless was close on her tail, he knew. The flickering remains of his silver lion was the only barrier between them and it. But he needed this job done quickly - even his own strength was dragging; he felt the massive amounts of magic he was expending draining like cool water from his fingertips, his robes.
And there was still one thing he had to collect, before he could afford to let it all fall.
Yen Sid met the Heartless' cruel glare with his own grave gaze. Without saying a word, he lifted one robed arm sharply - and at first it was like nothing happened. Then thin tendrils of Light began sprouting from the floor and walls, slithering rapidly towards the Darkness. One after another, the cords struck like vipers in an attempt to bind to the Heartless' legs, arms, neck, tails of shadow - but their target was always moving, so the attempt was a difficult one. Once a cord of Light did attach, however, it would assist in temporarily retaining the creature. Only Light could harness shadow.
The sorcerer himself kept himself moving, his eyes impassive as they beheld the writhing anger of the female. The cords would do nothing to prevent her from attacking - he was saving that strength of his magic for later.
To make his final move, he would have to banish his defense downstairs, the lion of Light. He would have to move fast, or the other Heartless would be there in moments. But this cruel, truly Heartless creature needed to be gone, before she could wreak more pain and destruction among the worlds.
Post by Ellie who has 0% on Jun 20, 2012 20:50:19 GMT -4
"Well old man time to say goodbye to this world. Darkness is here to stay and always will be...", the heartless giggled, while her eyes crinkled with her grin. When his arm rose, she didn't even stick around to hesitate. Swiftly she ran towards him with her claws poise. With a swipe, she ejected a darkga spell. She would've loved to dig her claws into his flesh, but a burning holy flame wrapped around her leg.
She screamed with more out of anger of being bound even if the light burned her like silver on a were and vamp. With a growl, she continued to move forward as more cords try to subdue her.
"YOU BASTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARD!" Her shout intensified with the burning light and in retaliation, lightening flared with thundaga spells. She tried to feed off of the negativity, and her eyes barely flickered to a yellow to revert forms, but the light was slowly draining the attempt. Regardless she tried her damned to scarr him as much as possible.
The roar of darkness that flew from the bound creature almost missed Yen Sid, whose magic aided him in an agility that belied his age. The remainder of the darkga cloud he managed to dispel with an arrow-like beam thrust from his hand. As he did so, a softly glowing tendril found a grip around his assailant's leg.
Despite her shrieking, more and more of the vines managed to take a hold as her progress slowed. Yen Sid watched her struggle forward nonetheless, weighted down by a forest of his Light, and raised a thick grey eyebrow at the sight. She is strong, this Dark one, he thought. Most foes would have long been immobilized.
His thoughts were abruptly cut short by the creature's loudest cry yet, accompanied by a sudden rain of lightening bolts. Yen Sid's brow furrowed then, and his efforts to dodge increased, as his magical reserves were precious due to his attention to his Tower's walls. Every so often he sacrificed some energy to redirect a bolt with his hand, altering it to a beam of sunlight, but for the most part he danced in the sparkling storm. His robes and hair became singed by the onslaught, although he himself managed to sustain minimal damage. At last, things stilled.
"I vowed to never again wield a keyblade," the great master told the Heartless as the sizzling faded. He stood partway up the stairway, facing the last dregs of her wrath at its base. Her Darkness was nearly subdued by the weave of Light that weighed her down. "You will be no exception."
A floor below, the lion vanished.
Yen Sid drew up his hand again, this time across his body to be level with his opposing ear, palm flat. He brought it down in a swift and sudden diagonal, and a great blade of Light sprang forth and struck towards the Heartless. The color was not white, like the soft glow of the lion or the orbs or the vines, but a pale, harshly-edged pink that burned with the fury of a bright Heart.
The sorcerer was gone in a twirl of singed robes before he could witness how the blade hit its mark.
A deep groan sounded from the Tower's feet. Following it, a series of bone-shattering cracks made the walls tremble, as the fortifications outside began to splinter and plummet. With each hit from Ansem's beast, many a resounding boom marked the chunks of wall and spire that smashed into the ground. Without it's master, the Mysterious Tower crumpled.
But something strange was happening outside its gate, too. The hillocks and trees surrounding the castle began to bend and warp, and up above the stars seemed to dance. As the last of the star-and-moon turrets began to fall, the odd pocket of world began to collapse as well. The blue clouds that brushed the edges of the land began to pour over as it compressed within itself. Without a rapid leave to their own Darkness, the remaining inhabitants of the land would be thrown from the pocket and scattered throughout the realms, much like the citizens of a fallen world.
Jun 21, 2012 2:11:53 GMT -4
Last Edit: Jun 21, 2012 2:31:02 GMT -4 by Zephiris
((Sorry for this being so desperately late. I've been working 54-hours over 6-day work weeks. Got a promotion though, so booyah more money!))
WHAM!
WHAM!
CRACK!
Like shattering glass, the tower began to crumble and tear, but this was no doing of the Guardian's assault. The Old Master must have done this. And Arlene was still inside. Ansem's gaze diverted from the tower towards the grassy knolls surrounding the spire, and he snarled as they warped and began to distort. It was not merely the tower, it was the entire outpost. The whole subworld Yen Sid has created. The old fool would sooner see it destroyed entirely than fall into the hands of the Heartless. Intact but taken, he still had the chance to seize it back from the XII's hands. Perhaps this was for the best afterall... no vantage point for either realm. The Heartless may not have come away with the prize, but they kept it from the hands of the Light. This took away their asset, instead of giving another to the Darkness they hadn't already. He saw it as a form of victory all the same.
Pass or fail, it had just been proven: The Dark XII, even without their full roster of members, could force the most powerful of wise masters to retreat before their onslaughts.
"Fall back!" He waved a hand towards the others, "Reconvene at the Abyss. The Tower crumbles, our work is done here!"
The Seeker's brow furrowed into an enraged sneer as he eyed the tower, now beginning to lose total integrity as it swayed from the outcome of the battle. His eyes stayed concentrated on it though he spoke towards his Guardian, now lingering over his shoulder awaiting further orders.
"...Fine Arlene. And bring her back to the Castle. No matter which state you find her in..."
His hand gestured to the side, opening a pathway back to the World That Never Was- the escape route for the rest of the Heartless.
"...And if she is no more, we will find the old Master and bring him to justice. There are experiments we could test on him that would prove most interesting... and tortures in my mind that would make even the Nobodies feel pity for the old fool..."
He turned about as the Guardian snaked towards the falling tower, on the hunt, as Ansem made his way for the portal. For the Castle Abyss.
