Welcome to Kingdom Hearts: World Destiny! We are an AU Kingdom Hearts RP with no word count. World Destiny's story takes place post Dream Drop Distance, at which point we make considerable steps in our own story direction. Feel free to check out the Plot link to find out more!
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Nightfall: Chapter 2
Two years after the events of Dream Drop Distance, the Darkness became so great that it swallowed the worlds, locking them away within its merciless abyss.
Twilight Town, now covered in eternal night, stands as one of last Sanctuaries of Light. It is where players begin their journey.
Ever resourceful, the Moogles have created a safe place for refugees. They have charged the Denizens of Light with finding Castle Oblivion: it holds a key to the puzzle of the lost worlds.
But within the dark shadows of the sanctuary world a powerful dark force still looms, waiting to strike. Each survivor must choose whether to go to Castle Oblivion or stay behind to protect the world from the dragon that lurks in the shadows.
The First District was more-or-less rectangular in shape. Upon first entering, one would notice two curved lamp posts standing in the center, each with three lamps perched on its arms, glowing like eyes in the dark. Beyond that was a set of stairs with chains for railing, leading up to an accessories shop. To the left was what appeared to be a cafe or restaurant, though what sort of clientele it attracted was difficult to tell.
Everything was bent and curved, odd, but warm. Even the cobblestone and brick seemed bent out of shape as though it just wasn't quite sure what it was doing there in the first place.
More importantly, however, was the desperate battle taking place in the middle of it all. Between the pair of lamps, were two wolves. One was lying prone on the ground, dark grey fur matted with sweat and blood. The other, smaller and lighter in color was biting, snapping and clawing at a Soldier Heartless which was busy swiping for her Heart. A second Soldier Heartless, rattling its head in its silver armor, was preparing to attack from her other side, while two Shadows bubbled up from the ground to prey upon her mate. Blocking the stairs was a Large Body, stomping around with cruel excitement.
They were clearly outnumbered. While fierce and brave and strong-of-heart, the she-wolf standing was no match for five Heartless attacking at once.
When the door to the First District opened, bringing Zephyr with it, the Shadows grew excited and distracted. What a feast there would be tonight!
Please review the rules regarding the battle mode. At least one post must be made by 5/31/2013 3:00pm EST.
Soldier Heartless: 70% HP Soldier Heartless II: 90% HP Shadow Heartless: 30% HP Shadow Heartless II: 100% HP Large Body: 100% HP
Running at a full sprint from the open door that led back into the Zero District, it only took a quick glance through Zephyr's prescription lenses for her to realize the gravity of the situation. Five heartless, all told, from the familiar Shadows and Soldiers to the Large Body that shuffled about near the staircase in a cruel dance.
Thankfully, it seemed her entrance had distracted the monsters from their prey, though whether it was the noise she had made or the scent of her heart she was uncertain. Drawing a breath, she barked a shout to alert the standing wolf twofold. One to tell her that aid had arrived, and two to get her attention on the sneaking Soldier preparing a strike.
That done, Zephyr made a beeline towards the prone wolf, fearing the worst. Her mind focused, drawing the Guardian Symbol on her arm band in her head, sending her energy to open the Gateway and summon forth the swan-like creature she had acquired on her homeworld. Nothing happened. It was an empty request and the hole in Zephyr's heart where his light had been deepened. The remembrance that her Guardians were cut off from her, possibly forever, nearly stopped her in her tracks but she pushed forward, gritting her teeth and steeling her resolve. She had to face these Heartless alone.
Her first priority was to protect the prone wolf. Near-death or dead, she was too far away to tell, but if she could at least stop the Shadows from stealing its heart, that was enough for her. Throwing herself into battle, Zephyr brought her hammer down hard on the first Shadow she could reach.
Though the she-wolf tended to fear man-shaped creatures, she seemed to understand that this newcomer was a friend, not foe. Without missing a beat, she whipped her head around, trying to lock her jaw around sneaking the Soldier Heartless neck. She succeeded in dragging it down the ground, its blue and black body wrestling and squirming for freedom, taking damage from her long, sharp teeth. She couldn't have known that this strange enemy did not have a proper windpipe. What would have killed her prey quickly in her homeland, would only slow it down here.
The male wolf did not move from his place on the ground, though if one was looking very, very closely, one could see a subtle rise and fall of his breath. He was not dead, but one more blow would be the end of him.
The Shadow Heartless was weak and immediately responded by falling disoriented to the ground, its black antennae twitching before hopping back up to try again. It had only one goal and nothing would deter it until it was destroyed completely. The other Shadow joined in the fray, swiping its claws at Zephyr wildly.
As for the Large Body...it didn't seem to be thinking or moving quickly enough to respond to the swift escalation of the battle scene, but this would surely not last long.
As Zephyr brought the hammer down hard on the Shadow Heartless, she made the fatal mistake of forgetting the broken wing that connected to the same shoulder. Not only did her hammer connect solidly to the heartless, it also connected solidly to the ground, and there was not enough snow to provide the padding needed to absorb the impact. A horrendous shockwave traveled up the girl's arm, passing through her shoulder and rattling her broken wing. Zephyr screamed in pain, dropping her hammer and falling to her knees, her right hand grasping blindly at the feathery appendage as tears stung her eyes.
There was no time to recover. Through the blurred vision of her watery eyes she caught a glimpse of black and yellow. Zephyr threw her left arm in front of her, wincing at the motion as the Shadow Heartless began tearing at the sleeve of her jacket.
Both Shadow Heartless were upon her now, swiping with their claws (the only weapon they had). They could feel the warm pulse of her heart. They hungered for the energy, the light and the dark from that radiant jewel of life. They might have been small, but they were deadly in their own right, jumping now to latch onto her chest.
Similarly, the she-wolf was busy fending off two Soldier Heartless. She shook the Heartless in her jaws with all her might, trying to squeeze the life out of it, while the second jumped into the air, forming a spin kick as it descended. The attack caused her to let go of her prey with the howl of pain and thrash of her head.
The Large Body looked like it was preparing to charge from behind. Things certainly did not look good for the party.
The scream rang out the same second Amelia stumbled into the First District with her chest heaving and her cheeks numb and red from the cold air of Zero. She looked around, eyes drawn to the movement, and she registered each member of the battle with the gears in her mind turning. A wolf struggling against two Soldiers, a still wolf on the ground. Two Shadows clawing at the winged girl crumpled on the floor. One Large Body preparing to attack.
Outnumbered. And she needed to get closer. Amelia pushed herself forward, pulling out the spirit shard from her bag. Come on... I need help. The shard began to glow a sharp white, trembling in her hand until it was hot against her palm. She threw it.
The shard burst apart, the summoned creature forming from the energy within and landing near the Shadows. It twitched and rattled like the Soldier Heartless it resembled, the same blank yellow eyes peering out from under its helmet. But unlike the other Soldiers, the emblem-less Shard Soldier turned on the Heartless and leaped at the Shadows with a spinning kick.
Amelia reached for another gem, hesitating between pure power or healing support. As she neared the fight, she readied her staff in her other hand to swing at the closest Soldier and knock it away.
Amelia: HP 100%; MP 100%
Last Edit: May 29, 2013 19:28:51 GMT -4 by Deleted
Upon impact, the weakling Shadows were destroyed, scattering five pieces of munny and a potion in their wake. Being purebred Heartless, there were no gem-like hearts to rise from their fallen bodies. There's was a silent death.
Luckily for the wolf, Amelia swung at the Soldier Heartless just in time to knock it aside. It tumbled, rattled and clanked before recovering, ready to attack Amelia next. By now both Soldiers had moved out of the wolf's biting range, appearing to be preparing to double team Amelia.
At that moment, the Large Body made its move. Ungracefully it charged forward, belly first, aiming straight for the male wolf lying on the ground.
Soldier Heartless: 50% Soldier Heartless II: 60% Large Body: 100%
There was little Zephyr could do except pull her head back, away from the swiping claws of the Shadow Heartless that had broken past her defenses. She could feel the way they tore at her jacket, feel the sting of their claws as they raked the flesh at her throat, feel the blood that seeped from her wounds. She swatted at them blindly, but without a weapon in her hands she might as well have been batting at flies.
And then in a cloud of inky blackness they dispersed. Zephyr gasped in the momentary release, unaware of what had occurred; if she had managed to fend them off or if someone had come to her aid, but when her eyes fell on the lone Soldier Heartless standing nearby, she panicked. Reaching for her hammer, she swung sideways, catching the armed monster in the head and sending it tumbling away from her. That was when her eyes fell on the Large Body careening towards the prone wolf.
Zephyr blanched, her mind going a mile a minute. What to do, what to do. With such a huge hulking creature, the Aeristocrat knew there was not much she could manage to deter the Heartless from its path. Throwing herself in front of the wolf was an option, but with a broken wing, taking the full brunt of the attack would only cause more damage. Zephyr was not sure she could afford the hit or risk irreparable damage. So she did the only thing left for her.
Dropping her hammer for the second time, Zephyr stooped forward, scooping the wolf in her arms and settling in a crouch. Her mind focused, using all her energy to manipulate the air around her into a steady updraft. It would be difficult with one wing, but she had to try, and she only needed one good burst of wind to achieve her goal. Unfurling her good wing, Zephyr honed the current forming around her into a short gust. She pushed off the ground, her feathers catching the updraft and lifting her and the wolf into the air.
Glancing over her shoulder for just a moment, Amelia released a quiet sigh of relief when she saw the Shadows were done in by her Shard Soldier. The little ants spilled bits of shiny material that looked more like munny than shards or crystals, something Amelia might have found use for, but the dropped potion caught her eye. "Get the potion!" she called out to the Shard Soldier, turning back to the two enemy Heartless as they closed in on her. She fumbled for her power crystal, lifting it to her mouth and holding it between her front teeth as she gripped her staff in both hands. The star-shaped crystal started to glow blue as the energy inside shifted, and she took a deep breath and prepared to cast a Reflect to block the incoming attacks.
Something in her resolve faltered before she could cast the spell or summon the Wyvern, and a twinge that jumped down her spine made her turn her head. She saw her Shard Soldier crash into the ground on its back, momentarily dazed, and the winged girl with a hammer in hand. Irritation flared up in Mia's stomach, but what did she expect? This was a move-first, ask-questions-second situation. Before she could call out a warning that this Soldier was friend, not foe, she saw the Large Body throwing itself at the wolf on the ground.
"Ah...!" She made a step towards the wolf, but the winged girl moved faster. Amelia's attention was focused on watching the girl scoop up the wolf and jump in an effort to out of harm's way. Then the Soldiers clanked and rattled and she turned back around to face the two Heartless, momentarily caught off guard.
Amelia: 100% HP; 100% MP Shard Soldier (Friendly): 60% HP
Zephyr and the wolf made it, but only just. With that strong gust of wind, they cleared the Large Body as it barreled forward, meeting nothing but empty air. But that didn't mean it was finished. Confounded, the Heartless turned every which way, looking for his prey.
Meanwhile, the two Soldiers charged Amelia one with a rapid succession of attack kicks, relentlessly raining down blows, and the other coming in with a claw and thrust attack, ever aiming for her heart. With a last burst of energy the she-wolf managed to leap for the Soldier thrusting his claws and bit him just as hard and ferociously as she could, freeing up the young woman to deal with one enemy at a time. She was getting tired though, and would not last much longer.
Soldier Heartless: 50% Soldier Heartless II: 50% Large Body: 100%
Aided by the small updraft she had created, Zephyr had no room to spare as she cleared the Large Body, her foot grazing the hulking creature's backside as it continued to barrel forward. Once in the air, however, she faltered. Unable to keep the current sustained the updraft died, and with only one wing to guide her, Zephyr's stability in flight was nonexistent. She fell fast back towards the ground, stumbling as her feet connected with the snow-dusted cobblestones. The Aeristocrat fought hard to keep her balance, refusing to think for one minute she would ever be able to forgive herself if she dropped the incapacitated wolf in her arms. Ancestors, but he was heavy.
Somehow she managed, and once she had regained composure Zephyr turned her gaze to the battle scene. The Large Body was shuffling about, no doubt searching for the prey that had escaped its grasp, and the girl that had followed from the Zero District and the female wolf were being kept occupied by two of the Soldier Heartless. Zidane was nowhere to be found. Strangely enough, the Shard Soldier—which Zephyr had mistaken as a third Soldier Heartless—was off looting the spoils. The Aeristocrat's mouth drew a thin line. What.
Shaking her head and dispelling her confusion, Zephyr glanced about, looking for a safe location to place the wolf in her arms. Somewhere protected, yet still within her view. The last thing she needed was another heartless sniffing out his heart while she was preoccupied with fighting.
Her eyes came upon the sign post, the same one that had held the billing ad for the Task Force she had joined with Leo and Nyra. A bright light shown from above, illuminating the tacked on papers and the ground below, while the wide wooden board seemed to provide adequate if insufficient cover.
Checking to see that the Large Body had not spotted her, Zephyr ran to the sign post, gently laying the wolf down in the snow. His eyes were closed but he was still breathing, evident by the small puffs of frost from his bloodied nose and the ragged rise and fall of his chest. Zephyr laid a hand on his neck, sparing a moment to scratch behind his ears to get some sort of reaction. His fur glistened red in the light; Zephyr's heart ached for him. If only she had come sooner….
She was losing time. Glancing back to the battle at hand, Zephyr unzipped her jacket and drew her hands behind her, arching her back as she fumbled at the buttons that closed off her wings. Once free, she removed her jacket, shivering in the sudden chill as she laid it beneath the sign post, then gently lifted the wolf and wrapped him within the fur-lined leather. Hopefully that would keep the cold at bay.
The Large Body had found her. Sparing one last moment to place a hand on the wolf's muzzle, the winged girl let it linger as long as she was able before rising. With her eyes locked on the Large Body, she circled away from the wolf, leading the fat Heartless to the outskirts of battle where she could face him alone. She shivered, her eyes flickering to where she had dropped her hammer but unable to spot its location. Gritting her teeth, Zephyr pulled on the gloves that hung at her belt. The only weapons she had now were the metal plates attached to the leather, and with a broken wing, a scratched face and throat, and wearing nothing more than a halter top, things were not looking good for the Aeristocrat.
Setting her jaw, Zephyr's body tensed as she stalked the Large Body. If nothing else, at least she enjoyed a challenge.
Amelia barely had time to react. The Soldier's first kick slammed into her shoulder, pain exploding down her arm. By the second kick, she managed to raise her quarterstaff between her and the Heartless to block the attack, but the blow smashed against the fingers of her right hand. She held back a scream and bit down on her lower lip, the salty tang of blood pricking at her tongue. The power crystal fell from her mouth to the snow.
Her hand throbbed but she blocked the Soldier's assault with a quivering grip. She managed to shove the Soldier away and pulled back her staff for a weak left-handed swing. Then the second Soldier came at her, knocking her onto her back in the snow, and all she felt was the sting of those red claws raking through her jacket. The sound of tearing fabric made her clench her teeth, and she felt its claws going for her chest.
But it took just one scratch, one tiny trace of darkness from the Soldier's flailing claws against the chain around her neck that connected to her heart, for everything to fall apart. Suddenly there was no pain; only fear. She felt her heart stutter, the feeling draining from her limbs. Something bubbled up and knotted in the pit of her stomach that made her eyes go wide, made her shake. The blood roared in her ears.
A second later the weight of the Soldier disappeared off of her body with a rush of hot breath and fur, and so did that burst of fear. Amelia gasped for air, only then realizing how badly she was hyperventilating. She sat up with her shoulders trembling and cheeks drained of color, and the pain beginning to return.
Never before had she thought that a wolf would save her life, but she was nothing less than thankful. Amelia forced herself up, leaning against her staff to catch her breath and take a look at her surroundings. The girl and the injured wolf managed to clear the Large Body, but the other wolf looked drained... A clanking at her side made her jolt, but the yellow eyes that peered up at her belonged to her Shard Soldier, who held up the potion and munny in its claws like a hopeful dog.
"Save those," she gasped, "and get that one." She pointed a bloody finger towards the Soldier that had knocked her down with a barrage of kicks. The Shard Soldier turned on the Heartless immediately and charged forward with its full hands. Mia took the opportunity to scoop up the fallen power crystal and a fistful of snow to sooth her aching hand.
She needed to figure this out. Wyvern could help with the Large Body. The Soldiers, though. She... They could handle them. She clenched her fist around the glowing crystal, readying her summon again while she gingerly gripped her staff. She owed that wolf, and she hoped she could do this fast enough before something else happened.
Amelia: 60% HP; 100% MP Shard Soldier (friendly): 60% HP
Eyes, closed, thankfully unconscious for the flight, the wolf did not move or show any signs of life besides uneasy breathing, even when touched gently behind the ears. His own fur coat was thin for summer jungle heat, not at all prepared to be suddenly thrust into a snow-clad world; When Zephyr wrapped him in her own jacket, he stirred a little, opening one yellow eye weakly.
Aha! The Large Body found her! Charging, it came at Zphyr with its Mow-Down Attack, swinging its giant arms like clubs: One, two!
Meanwhile, Amelia's Soldier Heartless was not making it any easier. It stumbled back a bit with her left-handed swing. Before it could recover and come in for a right-claw swipe, it found itself face-to-face with The Shard Soldier. Now, the Heartless had no problems telling this entity apart from its own kind, for it sensed right away that it had no heart nor darkness nor true light with which to do battle with.
It didn't help.
The Shard Soldier knocked the Heartless counterpart effectively into the snow, however it would take more than a simple charge to knock it out completely.
The she-wolf skirmished with her enemy, biting it fiercely, but again, the Heartless managed to escape her grasp and swipe at her head. With a high pitched cry, she fell to the ground, exhausted and spent.
Soldier Heartless: 35% Soldier Heartless II: 40% Large Body: 100%
//tis by encouragement. I shall flee if I disturb the flow\\ A whisper drafted through an open window in one of Charn’s icy towers. The trees didn’t bring news of Mikhail, which nearly made it unworthy to listen to. Many of the links she had were either had vanished with the worst possibility of death or dying. What made her stirs were the whispers of pained yelps. Her wolves were at it again; she frowned wondering why there were struggle and complications. Charn forbad if that low-life Braig dared to follow through. She’s glad her wand was built for her, or she would’ve crushed it with her annoyed grip. The last thing she cared for was the presence of Heartless.
She wiggled her shoes on and hastily stormed out of her room. Doors blew open as she walked, and the wolves that lounged in the castle stirred with a curious woof, “I thought you had good ears. If you did you would’ve known we had company.”
The Alpha gave a huff, which raised a sleek pale brow, “Runts, you say. Well obviously the First District isn’t as kind as it used to be. If only you had thumbs you could open doors. Come now let’s see the damage.”
She only decided to walk with two; she didn’t need the entire pack. During her walk as she cut towards the Third District, she wondered if she has to rig the world more elaborately. If these wolves can’t act like a pack over mere boundaries than what’s the point? Rotating her neck, she pulled up white shawl cloaking her shoulders and back. Her dress as usual was long and white; this one in particular had enough loose layers to flow with her gait. She drifted like ghost, but the displeased look on her faith marveled a wraith. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and her anal nature tucked away a loose strand.
Her presence made the Third District cooler; the street lamp frosted in tight icy patterns. She didn’t waste time getting to the door leading to the First District. Before she was close enough to reach for it, the door frosted over. The charcoal wolf to her right ears perked at the sounds beyond the door. The bitch looked towards Jadis with similar thoughts, “So they’re not alone, interesting.”
The wolves became uneasy once hearing a high yelp. With a gust, the doors opened to not hold them back and in comes the White Witch.
Zephyr kept her eyes on the hulking behemoth of a heartless, leading him farther and farther away from the wolf she had left by the sign post. She watched as he stopped, struck a hand to his chest, and charge at her. The winged girl's mouth curled into the slightest of grins. Perfect.
Turning tail, Zephyr fled, pushing her legs as hard as she could to create as much distance between the heartless and the wolf as she could. Yet despite how fast she was, the Large Body was faster, and she could hear his massive strides come closer and closer with every pace. Just as he was about to trample her down, though, she was ready.
Opening her right wing, Zephyr changed the air current the same way she had before, the wind catching the sail of her feathers and throwing her off to the side. She skidded to a stop, her feet sliding on the snow dusted cobblestones as she watched the Large Body pass her by. The opportunity that was left to her was too great to leave open. As the fat heartless slowed and stopped to ponder where his victim had disappeared to, Zephyr sprinted behind him, throwing a fist at the soft, exposed backside, right where his kidneys would be. She followed it up with another strike, and another, before she balled both hands together into a club and spun, gaining momentum and power for the finisher of her combo.
She jumped backwards before the heartless could retaliate, flapping her good wing to aid in the distance. That was when she heard the female wolf's cry. Sparing a moment to turn her head, Zephyr watched with a sinking heart as the female wolf fell at the claws of one of the Soldiers. She turned back to the Large Body, then again to the wolf, torn. There was nothing she could do. She was too far away; the Large Body would follow her. She had to trust the girl from Zero District to protect their newly fallen companion, but as she spied the girl leaning on her staff, painfully exhausted, it was a trust she did not have much of.
Turning back to the Large Body, Zephyr squeezed her fists, her whole body shaking in a terrible tremble. Her quickening breath came in thick patches of fog. If that girl didn't do something, the wolf's heart would be stolen, and she was dealing with three Soldier Heartless at once. Abandoning all sense of pretense, Zephyr turned her back on the Large Body and ran to hers and the female wolf's aid.