Dawnbreak City, 4th Universe.

"It's a bright day in Freedom City, peace, property, and a good shoreline and beach attracts tourist, so the town has prospered, despite being built into a valley. The natural sights, friendly service, and quiet atmosphere of this town is why it's a big reason it's popular among vacation spots. Suddenly, in a flash, the city disappears, and in-junction to it, a man in a black coat has appeared. The leader of this free world approached the coated man, asked for what he wanted, and his response was violent. He stabbed the leader of our world in the chest with an odd-shaped concealed sword of some kind, as well as took his lucky charm, a stone in the shape of a ring. We now go to you live with a leading commander in our world's army." The T.V. news reporter had said, the world in crisis.

"We, as of now are preparing an assault on the man..." A commanding officer started, but he was quickly impaled by the black-coated man, who took the microphone, the commanding officer's body fading away as he did this. A deep voice overcame the speakers of all who were listing in, yes, even you, young viewer. As these events unfolded, the rest of the world strapped the T.V. to their heads to see the results.

"We mean of you no harm..." he deep voice echoed. "We just want the heart of your world. Give up the Tirain to us, you will be spared."

As these words are spread, around the world, people wondered "What are the Tirain?" The words whispered so often it was more like an uproar, which lasted all of ten minutes.

"Fine. You've had enough time to try and notify me or give me it directly." The voice of the man, though deep, boomed throughout the world. The camera-bot moved back as the man raised his hand and hell broke loose.

The sky's darkened as the shadows of the world darkened.

"The door to this world has been opened. Prepare for the heart of your world to be consumed by all things dark!" the man dissipated into a black hole, which strange, black creatures with Antenna and yellow eyes erupted from. The camera bot was destroyed in the zurg rush of these black creatures.

In a manner of hours, the world is in chaos. These black creatures chase around, then seem to steal the heart of someone who they kill, and no form of attack can seem to deal damage. You're not willing to accept this, though, and go out to fight the darkness-born creatures yourself, and fall because you, too could not hurt them.

But that dose not mean you've given up, dose it?

Station of Awakening

Do you fear the darkness? Don't. If you fear it, it shall consume you hole. Now, open your eyes.

MISSION:
Open your eyes! Explore the Station of Awakening! Remember, the Station is a visual form of your heart!

Reward: 5 Munny, 5 EXP the start to your adventure!

Missions, are the quests you go on in a world. Normally, you would have your first mission as a "Disembark" mission, but as you are already here, do not fear about that, it will come in time. In the Mission Statement, you will be given a small hint on what to do in your post. Missions are where the girth of your time will be spent, as they give EXP, Munny, and sometimes special skills, items, and ability's. Some Missions are optional, some are your choice of which you will do, some are required.

Edited October 3, 201411 yr by Guest

Fiora dodged the Keyblade, and slashed at the boy as he ran in her direction. "You're really starting to get on my nerves... Who are you, and where are my friends?" She nearly shouted in anger. "Where are we? What's going on?"

 

 

Brandon quickly saw the lit chakrams flying towards Ovan and quickly jumped in the way of them, deflecting one but getting hit in the side of the stomach by the other. "AAAAAH!" He quickly grasped his side. "Ovan, we have to end this quick. This guy is serious about killing us."

 

 

"EaRGGH!!!" Kyle cried as he was launched by that last hit a few meters away. He tried slowly to get up... "This ... thing is powerful...I can´t be here without doing nothing... I...." Kyle thought as he tryed to recover for the last attack... "I´m not fooling you! but I´m not standing here without doing nothing so now..." Kyle said while grabbing strong the keyblade, " Release my friends! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Kyle shouted as he moved fast to the creature, doing an horizontal slash on the tentacle, then avoiding one hit, doing another slash. 

 

 

"Aye aye sir."  Detok replied, hastening his cleaning performance.  When Silver asked him the question, he paused on what he was doing. He then pondered:  I best be cautious on what I say.  Don't want to risk starting anything.  Leaning on the counter, Detok responds:  "All three of us were living in the same manor after a 'problem' occurred at our home town."

 

 

Grunting angrily, Ovan calls back his keyblade and thinks:  This guy irritates me.  Watching the weapons coming towards himself, Ovan tries to guard, but couldn't keep his balance up.  He blinks when Brandon jumped in front and protected him.  When he got hit, Ovan shouted:  "Brandon!!"  Running up to his side and looking at Axel, Ovan says:  "I can see that!  But I don't know what else to do. Throwing back the guy one of his own weapons in a fast force was the best I could manage, and it still wasn't enough."

 

"Yeah, sure.  I'll give it a shot."  Ovan replied, with a little bit of enthusiasm.  Twirling his keyblade, Ovan clenches his left fist, like he was pumped up for the fight.  He starts dashing towards the red head, shouting:  "Hey ginger, show me what you got!"  Ovan starts off with casting aero on himself, going with a double diagonal slash, followed by three kicks and a left jab to the jaw.  Then he goes for a pounding slice, coming after it, going for a sweep and downward left hooks.  He continues with a jab thrust combo and a spinning left punch swing plus a midline slash.

 

"Then we have to think of a strategy to put him down." He said panting. "He's using mostly fire attacks, if we can get some good Blizzard shots in on him, then maybe we can beat him. I have an idea, you run up to him and try to fight him blade to his chakrams for a minute. In the meantime, ill get around him and hit him hard with some blizzard shots which he'll have a hard time blocking because he's dealing with you. Can you do that?" Brandon said. 

 

 

The final blows were coming, the blond-haired boy looked like he was finished, so was the red-haired man, when time stopped, for a moment, Fiora, Brandon, and Ovan saw nothing move, could not move themselves, but in the next instant, the clang of hard metal. Fiora and Ovan had their blades clash in a slight, brilliant spark...

 

In the room, the creature with Kyle just parried and countered his attacks. "I have not trapped your friends, your friends are here of their own accord." The being responded, when a large flash occurred. Fiora and Detok's Keyblades appeared in their hands, shattering the stone encasing them, they were still out cold, but there was no time to respond to that. An instant later, their Keyblades disappeared again, the weapon in Kyle's hand changed once again. It now had elements of Kyle, Ovan, and Fiora's Keyblades infused within them, a moment later, Brandon's Keyblade did as the previous ones had and freed it's master and incorporated itself within the blade as well. As the being was caught off-guard by this development, Kyle took the chance: Running up to the creature, he stabbed and slashed through the being, it's cloak and tentacle's faded.

 

Fiora and the others woke up, soon there after, their exhaustion, wounds, pain, all gone, but memories they didn't understand exactly with them now as well. Kyle's weapon reverted back to it's protoform state; the proper Keyblade returned to it's master and the thing stood back up. It was a fairly tall man, Fiora recognized him immediately, despite the fact he was much older now than when she had met him. "Girl, I know of you." The man choked out, walking to her. "I had guided you to the proper placement you needed to go to." He informed. "Before I explain, as I can tell now that I must, follow me." The man exhaled harshly, raising his hand, a large path opened in the room, everyone followed down it into a incredible throne room. Gold, jewels, crystals shining through, it was marvelous.

 

"You all must be confused and need help understanding what has happened." He spoke clearly as his ancient body would allow. "My given name is Rais, and I am the only one who as inhabited these walls for a long time now, somewhere near two million and ten years, or so I recall. It could be more." He chuckled lightly. "This place is known as Reflected Memoirs, or so as I've named it. It's what's left of the last world." Before anyone could ask a question, a breath was taken and he continued. "The first world, or the first I know of anyway, was large, lush, beautiful. It was wild, untamed, uncontrolled. Light was generally everywhere, and in few places where it didn't reach, the shadow's loomed. No one cared, however. Heartless, darkness made into living, breathing creatures was an accident. A man, who unfortunately was once my father, was a scientist. He worked endlessly to try and perfect Darkness for use, to show the world that not just light was important. One day, he poured the ingredients into a bottle of a serum he was trying to perfect, deciding to try adding one's heart into it, he killed my mother and used her's as a base. He placed her-once to be love-filled, perfect heart-into the glass. Her hatred, rage, anger, fury, all of it combined with the bottle of ingredients for darkness. It sat there for too long, my father had fallen asleep, when he awoke, my mother's heartless tore his heart out as well." He started. "In this, Heartless started to erupt like a virus, a plague."

 

 

He took a deep breath and continued. "I, however, forged blades for a living. Swords of all kinds, it wasn't until my father and mother's untimely demise did I learn how to infuse my blades with either Darkness or Light, like that of great Smiths of our time. Darkness was viewed as weak, unhelpful, and normally unusable, but I took my father's notes and made a concentrated form of liquid darkness. My first weapon was to be pounded into the shape of a key, my mother had loved keys in her life, and i had planned to destroy my father and end my mother's suffering by using a mixture of Darkness and Light." The man sat down in the throne of the room. "I would melt the blade with the hottest of light I could afford, and then I would quench the metal in the deepest, darkest Darkness I could; the metal infused itself with both properties, the Keyblade was born." He looked around the room, for a moment, as if he worried of something. "I didn't know what cures I had unleashed upon mankind with my creation." He whispered. "I took the blade into battle." He continued. "Quickly, myself and the First Keyblade destroyed heartless after Heartless, I was recognized as a hero. Eventually, they asked me to make more Keyblade's. I set to work, I made one, ten, hundreds, thousands, millions..." He yelled. "Millions, each blade different and made for different people. Only one per Keyblade wielder, the power was too strong for one to handle two. My skills as a smith improved and soon the Keyblade took on the traits yours have now; Flight, teleportation, sealing and opening of any object, the normal for this kind of weapon." He stated. "I forged, I fought, after what we thought was the last of the Heartless were vanquished, rumors had whispered of a mystical heart in the sky, and on a faithful day, I had started the weapon that young man holds there." He pointed to the unfinished weapon in Kyle's hand.

 

"The sky glowed an eerie blue, I vanished and appeared again inside of the large heart. It was a border land to a world of pure darkness. A kingdom, of sorts. I could see the buildings, sky, and floor were made of heart-shaped objects, the people were ones I had known died long ago. As I stood there, the power of pure light and darkness began to fill me for every second I stood there. The kind King of this realm had called me there to meet him, I met with him, he informed me this land had always existed, but had never been so populated, so large. It was where those who died go to rest, their hearts be purified, then sent down to the world for them to be reborn into the world. Where new hearts were made, where the oldest of hearts died, it's where we go after it's all over, but something now was different: hearts were not being purified as well as before, the oldest never died, the new never came. The king had asked me to fore a blade that could stop the odd happenings and vanquish the anomaly, and I agreed. He had sent me back to my workshop, only to find the world as I knew it being plunged into darkness."

 

Heartless had begun to erupt again, I set out, being one of the only few still able to help defeat them, and I killed them all: None of the other men could keep up with me, no matter how good a blade they had forged or trained. When I was asked of how I obtained the power, I simply told them "I got it from a kingdom in the odd heart in the sky." They looked at me as if I were insane, but they  believed me anyway. The name now had surfaced for the place from my lips: Kingdom Hearts. In a lustful, jealous-filled rage, the warriors of the world we inhabited, which had been almost completely annihilated by Heartless attacks began upon a war. They attacked me in my home, they attacked each-other, they fought to learn the secret to get to Kingdom Hearts, the darkness in their hearts began to flare in response to the emotions of rage, jealousy, lust for power. They killed and fought for the ability to be one who could forge the Key and go beyond their world to become the strongest in the land" The man sighed, his eyes almost gushing with tears. 

 

"My workshop had now been laid out into the center of our world, where I could concoct the pure lights and darkness's i had needed. The core of the world, a giant heart, which fed me light and dark for free, when the war took the worst turn it could. The gates of Kingdom Hearts were burst open, so many had died in the war that there wasn't any more space. Hearts rained down, heartless blanketed over the world, no matter how many I had killed, they came right back..." He muttered. "So all I had left was to finish the blade. I did the final quench in Darkness that I needed, and I went to the top of Kingdom Hearts, I sealed the gate in the now ruined land. Destruction everywhere, most of those I once knew were now simply gone, and all was in shambles. I returned to my land, sealed the gate from the outside, and rid the world of Heartless. Then, in order for none to ever have the possibility of opening the gate again in any way, I destroyed the world's heart. It cracked, fractured, and turned into many, the world, too, turned into many, and spread out, then I broke the bond with Kingdom Hearts, and I refused to ever forge again." He took a deep breath again.

 

"This place is what is left of my forge and home; I cannot leave, it's the only place left tied to Kingdom Hearts, and if it were destroyed would be the end of all. I am forced to forever wonder the halls as I am bound to here. My heart is bound to the land as another way of ensuring the gate's closure, and over time the crystals transformed to hold memories of futures and pasts of many. No new hearts can be made, there are so many in Kingdom Hearts that it cannot handle more, and to lighten the load of existing, Kingdom Hearts binds all of the crystals here to the past, present, and future. My heart wanders time, forever stuck in the stream, it is who aided you, girl." He pointed to Fiora. "I have a young heart and an old body." he laughed. "What happened is that the three of you in the crystal happened upon a crystal earlier that transported you to a different time in which you are related to. In that time, your heart exists, and you carried out some of the memories of your future life, but as you bare Keyblades, the effects were different for you, you skipped timelines and traveled through them to try and leave faster, and you encountered each-other, time slipped, you returned to present day." The man coughed a little, then continued.

 

"You, boy," he called to Kyle. "My shock comes from your holding of the Keyblade. I have no idea how you obtained one, particularly of that design, or any of your's for that matter. I presume that those who held Keyblades before probably are bound now to the weapon, now that I see more of them exist." He sighed, getting up and walking to Kyle, he took the unfinished weapon. "This was to be a catalytic Keyblade, the first of it's kind that allowed the user to combine his keyblade with other's in order to deal with an enemy much more quickly, but I never did get around to finishing it. Though I'm old, if the Keyblade has decided to come about again, I don't want to, but I must trust you. There were a few good wielders as well, I suppose..." He muttered, vanishing. The group sat there, contemplating the information they received for a while, when he returned. The blade was now finished, it gleamed a silver color, and lacked teeth, but the large, bulky guard was enough to show for the design itself It held no Keychain or other appendages as a Keyblade normally would. "That there is what I shall call, the Cross-Key. For safety, I would only use three Keyblades at maximum from now on, but the power should help in your Journey." He handed it back to Kyle. "Use it with pride, all of you and anyone else who will join you.

 

The old man then collapsed from exhaustion. "Don't mind me, kids, I'll be fine. You should go, though. You have an adventure ahead of you, and only the good-hearted make it through trials that you've had to face so far; tough trials are those of Hero's." He mumbled, his hand striking a button on the floor as he said this. The Keyblader's fell through a trapdoor, which lead them all the way out of the world, the instant they fell out, their Keyblades turned into gliders and flew back to Tritus City, landing right outside the door to the Manor.

 

World: Reflected Memoirs: CLEAR

The final blows were coming, the blond-haired boy looked like he was finished, so was the red-haired man, when time stopped, for a moment, Fiora, Brandon, and Ovan saw nothing move, could not move themselves, but in the next instant, the clang of hard metal. Fiora and Ovan had their blades clash in a slight, brilliant spark...

 

In the room, the creature with Kyle just parried and countered his attacks. "I have not trapped your friends, your friends are here of their own accord." The being responded, when a large flash occurred. Fiora and Detok's Keyblades appeared in their hands, shattering the stone encasing them, they were still out cold, but there was no time to respond to that. An instant later, their Keyblades disappeared again, the weapon in Kyle's hand changed once again. It now had elements of Kyle, Ovan, and Fiora's Keyblades infused within them, a moment later, Brandon's Keyblade did as the previous ones had and freed it's master and incorporated itself within the blade as well. As the being was caught off-guard by this development, Kyle took the chance: Running up to the creature, he stabbed and slashed through the being, it's cloak and tentacle's faded.

 

Fiora and the others woke up, soon there after, their exhaustion, wounds, pain, all gone, but memories they didn't understand exactly with them now as well. Kyle's weapon reverted back to it's protoform state; the proper Keyblade returned to it's master and the thing stood back up. It was a fairly tall man, Fiora recognized him immediately, despite the fact he was much older now than when she had met him. "Girl, I know of you." The man choked out, walking to her. "I had guided you to the proper placement you needed to go to." He informed. "Before I explain, as I can tell now that I must, follow me." The man exhaled harshly, raising his hand, a large path opened in the room, everyone followed down it into a incredible throne room. Gold, jewels, crystals shining through, it was marvelous.

 

"You all must be confused and need help understanding what has happened." He spoke clearly as his ancient body would allow. "My given name is Rais, and I am the only one who as inhabited these walls for a long time now, somewhere near two million and ten years, or so I recall. It could be more." He chuckled lightly. "This place is known as Reflected Memoirs, or so as I've named it. It's what's left of the last world." Before anyone could ask a question, a breath was taken and he continued. "The first world, or the first I know of anyway, was large, lush, beautiful. It was wild, untamed, uncontrolled. Light was generally everywhere, and in few places where it didn't reach, the shadow's loomed. No one cared, however. Heartless, darkness made into living, breathing creatures was an accident. A man, who unfortunately was once my father, was a scientist. He worked endlessly to try and perfect Darkness for use, to show the world that not just light was important. One day, he poured the ingredients into a bottle of a serum he was trying to perfect, deciding to try adding one's heart into it, he killed my mother and used her's as a base. He placed her-once to be love-filled, perfect heart-into the glass. Her hatred, rage, anger, fury, all of it combined with the bottle of ingredients for darkness. It sat there for too long, my father had fallen asleep, when he awoke, my mother's heartless tore his heart out as well." He started. "In this, Heartless started to erupt like a virus, a plague."

 

 

He took a deep breath and continued. "I, however, forged blades for a living. Swords of all kinds, it wasn't until my father and mother's untimely demise did I learn how to infuse my blades with either Darkness or Light, like that of great Smiths of our time. Darkness was viewed as weak, unhelpful, and normally unusable, but I took my father's notes and made a concentrated form of liquid darkness. My first weapon was to be pounded into the shape of a key, my mother had loved keys in her life, and i had planned to destroy my father and end my mother's suffering by using a mixture of Darkness and Light." The man sat down in the throne of the room. "I would melt the blade with the hottest of light I could afford, and then I would quench the metal in the deepest, darkest Darkness I could; the metal infused itself with both properties, the Keyblade was born." He looked around the room, for a moment, as if he worried of something. "I didn't know what cures I had unleashed upon mankind with my creation." He whispered. "I took the blade into battle." He continued. "Quickly, myself and the First Keyblade destroyed heartless after Heartless, I was recognized as a hero. Eventually, they asked me to make more Keyblade's. I set to work, I made one, ten, hundreds, thousands, millions..." He yelled. "Millions, each blade different and made for different people. Only one per Keyblade wielder, the power was too strong for one to handle two. My skills as a smith improved and soon the Keyblade took on the traits yours have now; Flight, teleportation, sealing and opening of any object, the normal for this kind of weapon." He stated. "I forged, I fought, after what we thought was the last of the Heartless were vanquished, rumors had whispered of a mystical heart in the sky, and on a faithful day, I had started the weapon that young man holds there." He pointed to the unfinished weapon in Kyle's hand.

 

"The sky glowed an eerie blue, I vanished and appeared again inside of the large heart. It was a border land to a world of pure darkness. A kingdom, of sorts. I could see the buildings, sky, and floor were made of heart-shaped objects, the people were ones I had known died long ago. As I stood there, the power of pure light and darkness began to fill me for every second I stood there. The kind King of this realm had called me there to meet him, I met with him, he informed me this land had always existed, but had never been so populated, so large. It was where those who died go to rest, their hearts be purified, then sent down to the world for them to be reborn into the world. Where new hearts were made, where the oldest of hearts died, it's where we go after it's all over, but something now was different: hearts were not being purified as well as before, the oldest never died, the new never came. The king had asked me to fore a blade that could stop the odd happenings and vanquish the anomaly, and I agreed. He had sent me back to my workshop, only to find the world as I knew it being plunged into darkness."

 

Heartless had begun to erupt again, I set out, being one of the only few still able to help defeat them, and I killed them all: None of the other men could keep up with me, no matter how good a blade they had forged or trained. When I was asked of how I obtained the power, I simply told them "I got it from a kingdom in the odd heart in the sky." They looked at me as if I were insane, but they  believed me anyway. The name now had surfaced for the place from my lips: Kingdom Hearts. In a lustful, jealous-filled rage, the warriors of the world we inhabited, which had been almost completely annihilated by Heartless attacks began upon a war. They attacked me in my home, they attacked each-other, they fought to learn the secret to get to Kingdom Hearts, the darkness in their hearts began to flare in response to the emotions of rage, jealousy, lust for power. They killed and fought for the ability to be one who could forge the Key and go beyond their world to become the strongest in the land" The man sighed, his eyes almost gushing with tears. 

 

"My workshop had now been laid out into the center of our world, where I could concoct the pure lights and darkness's i had needed. The core of the world, a giant heart, which fed me light and dark for free, when the war took the worst turn it could. The gates of Kingdom Hearts were burst open, so many had died in the war that there wasn't any more space. Hearts rained down, heartless blanketed over the world, no matter how many I had killed, they came right back..." He muttered. "So all I had left was to finish the blade. I did the final quench in Darkness that I needed, and I went to the top of Kingdom Hearts, I sealed the gate in the now ruined land. Destruction everywhere, most of those I once knew were now simply gone, and all was in shambles. I returned to my land, sealed the gate from the outside, and rid the world of Heartless. Then, in order for none to ever have the possibility of opening the gate again in any way, I destroyed the world's heart. It cracked, fractured, and turned into many, the world, too, turned into many, and spread out, then I broke the bond with Kingdom Hearts, and I refused to ever forge again." He took a deep breath again.

 

"This place is what is left of my forge and home; I cannot leave, it's the only place left tied to Kingdom Hearts, and if it were destroyed would be the end of all. I am forced to forever wonder the halls as I am bound to here. My heart is bound to the land as another way of ensuring the gate's closure, and over time the crystals transformed to hold memories of futures and pasts of many. No new hearts can be made, there are so many in Kingdom Hearts that it cannot handle more, and to lighten the load of existing, Kingdom Hearts binds all of the crystals here to the past, present, and future. My heart wanders time, forever stuck in the stream, it is who aided you, girl." He pointed to Fiora. "I have a young heart and an old body." he laughed. "What happened is that the three of you in the crystal happened upon a crystal earlier that transported you to a different time in which you are related to. In that time, your heart exists, and you carried out some of the memories of your future life, but as you bare Keyblades, the effects were different for you, you skipped timelines and traveled through them to try and leave faster, and you encountered each-other, time slipped, you returned to present day." The man coughed a little, then continued.

 

"You, boy," he called to Kyle. "My shock comes from your holding of the Keyblade. I have no idea how you obtained one, particularly of that design, or any of your's for that matter. I presume that those who held Keyblades before probably are bound now to the weapon, now that I see more of them exist." He sighed, getting up and walking to Kyle, he took the unfinished weapon. "This was to be a catalytic Keyblade, the first of it's kind that allowed the user to combine his keyblade with other's in order to deal with an enemy much more quickly, but I never did get around to finishing it. Though I'm old, if the Keyblade has decided to come about again, I don't want to, but I must trust you. There were a few good wielders as well, I suppose..." He muttered, vanishing. The group sat there, contemplating the information they received for a while, when he returned. The blade was now finished, it gleamed a silver color, and lacked teeth, but the large, bulky guard was enough to show for the design itself It held no Keychain or other appendages as a Keyblade normally would. "That there is what I shall call, the Cross-Key. For safety, I would only use three Keyblades at maximum from now on, but the power should help in your Journey." He handed it back to Kyle. "Use it with pride, all of you and anyone else who will join you.

 

The old man then collapsed from exhaustion. "Don't mind me, kids, I'll be fine. You should go, though. You have an adventure ahead of you, and only the good-hearted make it through trials that you've had to face so far; tough trials are those of Hero's." He mumbled, his hand striking a button on the floor as he said this. The Keyblader's fell through a trapdoor, which lead them all the way out of the world, the instant they fell out, their Keyblades turned into gliders and flew back to Tritus City, landing right outside the door to the Manor.

 

World: Reflected Memoirs: CLEAR

As Brandon returned to the manor, he was trying to process all of the information. "Holy crap.....So this was the guy who locked Kingdom Hearts away? And he was related to the people who created the Heartless......I get the feeling we'll see him again."

Slowly walking towards the manor, Ovan mind boggled from what he learned.  So much had happened at the world he was in.  Whistling, he thinks:  Boy, what a day.  I get sent to another world, travel to the future, join a struggle tournament, fight with an ally and enemy that turns out to be another ally, meet a guy who makes keyblades, find out about a war, and the whole matter with light, plus darkness.  Man.  Hm, I wonder how Detok is doing. Do I have a lot of stuff to tell him.

Mes didn't turn back when Silver left, or even looked at him during his entire lecture. She merely continued to watch the stars  and celestial bodies pass by, some space whales, and contemplated the older man's advice. He hadn't particularly addressed what she was concerned about, but it was still good advice. Mes put her hands over the railing, and summoned her keyblade. What an odd weapon it was. Shaped like a key, empowered to fight off the malevolent creatures that manifested over the worlds. Was she worthy of such a power? Or was she instead a warrior of darkness, bent on causing chaos and destroying everything in her path? Mes looked back on her own past, and it was a difficult answer for certain. Her past proposed the latter, but she still had a choice in matters like this didn't she? She still had a future that could be affected by her choices. Or did she? Mes sighed loudly, and desummoned her blade. This whole moral thought thing was hurting her head.

Mes didn't turn back when Silver left, or even looked at him during his entire lecture. She merely continued to watch the stars  and celestial bodies pass by, some space whales, and contemplated the older man's advice. He hadn't particularly addressed what she was concerned about, but it was still good advice. Mes put her hands over the railing, and summoned her keyblade. What an odd weapon it was. Shaped like a key, empowered to fight off the malevolent creatures that manifested over the worlds. Was she worthy of such a power? Or was she instead a warrior of darkness, bent on causing chaos and destroying everything in her path? Mes looked back on her own past, and it was a difficult answer for certain. Her past proposed the latter, but she still had a choice in matters like this didn't she? She still had a future that could be affected by her choices. Or did she? Mes sighed loudly, and desummoned her blade. This whole moral thought thing was hurting her head.

(I forgot to say, you might want to read the huge post I made earlier. Plot exposition.)

(Oh, don't worry, I did. I figure any post that big is worth reading.)

Mes didn't turn back when Silver left, or even looked at him during his entire lecture. She merely continued to watch the stars  and celestial bodies pass by, some space whales, and contemplated the older man's advice. He hadn't particularly addressed what she was concerned about, but it was still good advice. Mes put her hands over the railing, and summoned her keyblade. What an odd weapon it was. Shaped like a key, empowered to fight off the malevolent creatures that manifested over the worlds. Was she worthy of such a power? Or was she instead a warrior of darkness, bent on causing chaos and destroying everything in her path? Mes looked back on her own past, and it was a difficult answer for certain. Her past proposed the latter, but she still had a choice in matters like this didn't she? She still had a future that could be affected by her choices. Or did she? Mes sighed loudly, and desummoned her blade. This whole moral thought thing was hurting her head.

 

 

"Aye aye sir."  Detok replied, hastening his cleaning performance.  When Silver asked him the question, he paused on what he was doing. He then pondered:  I best be cautious on what I say.  Don't want to risk starting anything.  Leaning on the counter, Detok responds:  "All three of us were living in the same manor after a 'problem' occurred at our home town."

 

 

Grunting angrily, Ovan calls back his keyblade and thinks:  This guy irritates me.  Watching the weapons coming towards himself, Ovan tries to guard, but couldn't keep his balance up.  He blinks when Brandon jumped in front and protected him.  When he got hit, Ovan shouted:  "Brandon!!"  Running up to his side and looking at Axel, Ovan says:  "I can see that!  But I don't know what else to do. Throwing back the guy one of his own weapons in a fast force was the best I could manage, and it still wasn't enough."

Silver eyed Detok with his cybernetic eye. "Oho. Now that wouldn't have had somethin' to do with them creatures out there, would it?" Silver walked over to the dishes, and picked one up as well as a rag and began to clean it. "It seems like it, I would like to say, creatures like that aren't reported among our stars at all.." He laughed a little. "Your friend here should be fine, but even so, we need to keep a close eye on him for a little while, he's not in the best condition." Silver added. The Captain walked down, the doctor was with her. "So, our sellsword's leader got pretty badly hurt here, I see. Well, it can't be helped, the doctor forgot to hire a medical doctor, but you seem to know a little about patching people up, Mr. Silver, so I guess it all worked out well. Make sure he lives, Mr. Silver, I don't want anyone dead this early into the trip, at least." She turned to Detok. "Nice hustle, boy, keep it up and I might offer you a job on my crew permanently, like Mr. Arrow." She turned away, then walked up the steps again. "She doesn't know anything about what it feels to watch yer matey on the table with a gash long as can be down their back..." Silver spat when she was out of earshot. "Don't mind her, boy. You've done a good job for tonight, if you want to go sleep, ya can." Silver said, taking a seat, Morph was looking at Brooklyn and nudged him. "Morphie, let the boy sleep, he needs his rest." Silver said, his voice low. All was calm, until a loud roar.

 

Silver yelled as the ship shook and rattled "What in the name of all that's good is going on now!?" he screamed. Brooklyn started to roll off the table, but Silver caught him before he hit the floor. "Boy, you better get out there and defend us from what ever in hell's name is out there!" Silver yelled to Detok. "I'll be fine and I'll look after yer leader, just hurry boy!" he yelled.

 

Mes watched in horror as a creature, vile, demonic, and humongous tore it's way to the ship through space. It put the large creatures they fought before to shame, it was so large that in fact, the teeth of which this creature had were the size of three of the ship they rode on wide and an immeasurable amount of them tall. It's horrendous, fowl breath choked the air; death itself would only accompany this smell. On top of the chin, which was big as a large mountain, a girl with dirty blond, short, strait hair and tan skin sat, looking almost too bored for words. she jumped onto the ship from the beast, then, in a snap,a flurry of winds cut through the creature she rode in on. She landed, still looking beyond bored, she faced Mes. "Look, I don't wanna be here as much as humanly possible, so will you just hand over that little trinket you have around your neck and convince your friends to give me their trinkets as well?" he soft, dulling voice purred, in a vain hope they would just give up to her.

Mes backed up a few steps when the girl landed onto the ship. After hearing what she said, her hand went to the pendant that was always around her neck. She wanted this? Her pendant? As the realization dawned on her, Mes' eyes lit up with a certain fire. This girl wanted HER pendant. Gingerbread Cry appeared in her hand as she went into her fencing stance. Mes glared at the other girl. "Over my dead body." She growled.

Detok heard the roar and said:  "What is that?"  He listened that Silver would look after Brooklyn.  Nodding his head "Yes.", Detok says:  "Understood.  I'm heading up now." and runs up onto the deck.  When he gets on top, he sees a huge monster outside.  Shocked, Detok rubbed his eyes and thought:  This creature is gigantic.  It's even larger than the monster all of us fought before.  Then suddenly, he watches the monster get cut up.  He sees a girl dropping down right after.  Puzzled, Detok thought:  Who is this girl?  Whoever she is, she must be relatively powerful to take down a creature of that mass.  He walks forward and asks:  "Mind telling what's going on?"

Mes backed up a few steps when the girl landed onto the ship. After hearing what she said, her hand went to the pendant that was always around her neck. She wanted this? Her pendant? As the realization dawned on her, Mes' eyes lit up with a certain fire. This girl wanted HER pendant. Gingerbread Cry appeared in her hand as she went into her fencing stance. Mes glared at the other girl. "Over my dead body." She growled.

 

 

Detok heard the roar and said:  "What is that?"  He listened that Silver would look after Brooklyn.  Nodding his head "Yes.", Detok says:  "Understood.  I'm heading up now." and runs up onto the deck.  When he gets on top, he sees a huge monster outside.  Shocked, Detok rubbed his eyes and thought:  This creature is gigantic.  It's even larger than the monster all of us fought before.  Then suddenly, he watches the monster get cut up.  He sees a girl dropping down right after.  Puzzled, Detok thought:  Who is this girl?  Whoever she is, she must be relatively powerful to take down a creature of that mass.  He walks forward and asks:  "Mind telling what's going on?"

The girl chuckled. "Hon, you got the chance of a fish on land by denying me what I want and even worse, challenging me." The dirty blond-haired girl laughed as she said that. "As if you could challenge me." She laughed again. "But seriously, though, just give it up or die." She said, though snooty-sounding, like a pampered rich girl, it was obvious that she wasn't in a mood to argue.

Mes continued to stare down the girl. "I'll say it once more. Over my dead body." Mes repeated herself. She was not about to let this meaningless pirate take her pendant, or take over the rest of the ship. Of course, her emotions were overtaking reason. This girl had just destroyed that huge beast in a single moment, but Mes didn't pay any mind to that fact.

Mes continued to stare down the girl. "I'll say it once more. Over my dead body." Mes repeated herself. She was not about to let this meaningless pirate take her pendant, or take over the rest of the ship. Of course, her emotions were overtaking reason. This girl had just destroyed that huge beast in a single moment, but Mes didn't pay any mind to that fact.

"Oh, well. I wanted something more entertaining than to push some little kiddies with weapons they don't deserve to own, but oh, well." She sighed, summoning her weapon. For a small girl, the large, beastly keyblade she brought to the battle looked ridiculous, silver and green as emeralds, it started with a small base, which grew as it got longer, it was about a meter long and two meter's wide at it's widest point, it resembled a storm of raging winds, the teeth were made of a sun being engulfed by a hurricane, and the handle was not visible under a small cloud of wind that surrounded her single hand that she held it with. "Serenia will be your executioner tonight." She chuckled.

 

Boss Fight: Serenia

HP: 600

MP:7

 

PLAYER STATUS:

 

Mes

HP: 3

MP: 6

Pitch:0

 

Brooklyn

HP: 0

MP: 3

Pitch:0

 

Detok

HP: 5

MP: 8

Pitch:0

 

 

 

 

 

Serenia------------>Mes------------->Brooklyn----------->Detok

 

Battle...START

 

Serenia span, unleashing a large gust of wind at Mes, the gust was gigantic and powerful.

 

CRITICAL HIT

Boss Fight: Serenia

HP: 600

MP:5

 

PLAYER STATUS:

 

Mes

HP: -69

MP: 6

Pitch:0

 

Brooklyn

HP: 0

MP: 3

Pitch:0

 

Detok

 

HP: 5

MP: 8

Pitch:0

 

 

 

 

 

Serenia------------>Mes------------->Brooklyn----------->Detok

 

(O---------------------------------------------------------------------------O I'm sorry Yuffie... Crits are cruel. This attack LITERALLY has a 1 in 13 shot of critting, and of course it crits, as well as you have far too low resistance to handle the attack...)

 

"Hmph! Big talk for such a weak girl!" Serenia laughed, Mes falling from the ship from the large wall of wind. Silver shook Brooklyn vigorously, trying to wake him up. "Boy, your teammates are getting attacked and one of them's already down! The girl you protected earlier is falling from the ship! You gotta wake up, lad!" Silver yelled, Morph looked concerned, and looked at Brooklyn. Out of no-where, Morph glowed a green color, and Brooklyn was healed. "M-Morphie?! You can heal folks?" Silver asked in shock, and it just concentrated on Brooklyn, who woke up soon after. He felt the heavy gust of wind hit him and Silver in the hull, and sprung up into action. Brooklyn threw his Keyblade down at Mes, having it turn into a glider, it carried her back up onto deck, and Morph set out to heal her. Serenia looked annoyed and puzzled. "You got a death-wish now, too, kid?" She asked before she recognized him. "Wait, you're their leader." She looked at him and laughed. "So, this is Brooklyn, the level-headed kid who was a friend of Kane, I'm far from impressed, though you're pretty handsome for a weakling." She smiled, vanishing from her point and over behind him. "Say, if you get your whole team to give up and hand us the Tirain, I might just let you take me out on a date, what do ya say...?" She asked, quiet as a whisper, and seductive-sounding as a Succubus, but Brooklyn responded by stabbing her in the stomach with a kitchen knife he got from Silver. "Sorry, I don't go out with people who hurt my friends. Besides, you're not my type." He muttered, tearing the blade upward. The cut just healed instantly, but Brooklyn had made his point. 

 

"Not your type!?" Serenia yelled, hitting Brooklyn with her absurdly large Keyblade, he hung to the side of the boat by one hand after the strike. "I'll have you know, I'm the prettiest girl you're ever gonna live to see!" She yelled, stepping on Brooklyn's hand multiple times with her spike-heeled boots. Silver was about to jump in and fight, when Jim swung in on a rope and kicked the girl in the back, knocking her down now, causing her to fall from the boat, and then aided Brooklyn back up. In an instant, Serenia was back up on the boat, where she was after she had first landed, breathing hard. "You all will die now, and there's noting you can do to stop it! I'll kill everyone on this boat before I leave, then I'll blow he ship up to make sure you're all dead!" She screamed, Morph finishing healing Mes, backed off, and Silver helped her up, Brooklyn summoned his Keyblade back to himself. "Bring it, bitch." Brooklyn yelled in response. "Mes, stay back and recover, watch my back for me." Brooklyn said, preparing for an attack

 

Boss Fight: Serenia

HP: 329

MP:5

 

PLAYER STATUS:

 

Mes

HP: 3

MP: 6

Pitch:0

 

Brooklyn

HP: 4

MP: 3

Pitch:0

 

Detok

HP: 5

MP: 8

Pitch:0

 

 

 

 

 

Serenia------------>Mes------------->Brooklyn----------->Detok

 

(ALL PLAYERS NOTE: When players are in a team in Boss Battle mode, their names are the same color and Italicized to show who's working with who. When teamed up, stats and combined and slightly boosted by your FS Level with the person and also is the easiest way to build FS)

 

Brooklyn shot himself off at Serenia, faster than usual as well, and stabbed her with his Keyblade, Serenia was shocked: How could a blow like that have gotten to her, and even more surprising for her, did damage to her? As Brooklyn rushed back away from her, she grew enraged. A boy who wasn't attracted to her? Impossible! And one that could hurt her as well. It was nonsense to her.

 

Boss Fight: Serenia

HP: 282

MP:5

 

CRITICAL HIT

 

PLAYER STATUS:

 

Mes

HP: 3

MP: 6

Pitch:0

 

Brooklyn

HP: 4

MP: 3

Pitch:0

 

Detok

HP: 5

MP: 8

Pitch:0

 

 

 

 

 

Serenia------------>Mes------------->Brooklyn----------->Detok

Detok thought:  Tirain?  What could that be?  But he pushes the thought aside in regards to what occurred.  Summoning Quantis, he sprints towards Serenia, performing a sliding kick and a double upward slash.  Running back to a distance, Detok faces her and says:  "You made a drastically grave mistake.  No individual such as yourself will go unscathed for harming a friend.  I don't have the slightest preference to how powerful you may be.  You will be defeated, that I promise."

The final blows were coming, the blond-haired boy looked like he was finished, so was the red-haired man, when time stopped, for a moment, Fiora, Brandon, and Ovan saw nothing move, could not move themselves, but in the next instant, the clang of hard metal. Fiora and Ovan had their blades clash in a slight, brilliant spark...

 

In the room, the creature with Kyle just parried and countered his attacks. "I have not trapped your friends, your friends are here of their own accord." The being responded, when a large flash occurred. Fiora and Detok's Keyblades appeared in their hands, shattering the stone encasing them, they were still out cold, but there was no time to respond to that. An instant later, their Keyblades disappeared again, the weapon in Kyle's hand changed once again. It now had elements of Kyle, Ovan, and Fiora's Keyblades infused within them, a moment later, Brandon's Keyblade did as the previous ones had and freed it's master and incorporated itself within the blade as well. As the being was caught off-guard by this development, Kyle took the chance: Running up to the creature, he stabbed and slashed through the being, it's cloak and tentacle's faded.

 

Fiora and the others woke up, soon there after, their exhaustion, wounds, pain, all gone, but memories they didn't understand exactly with them now as well. Kyle's weapon reverted back to it's protoform state; the proper Keyblade returned to it's master and the thing stood back up. It was a fairly tall man, Fiora recognized him immediately, despite the fact he was much older now than when she had met him. "Girl, I know of you." The man choked out, walking to her. "I had guided you to the proper placement you needed to go to." He informed. "Before I explain, as I can tell now that I must, follow me." The man exhaled harshly, raising his hand, a large path opened in the room, everyone followed down it into a incredible throne room. Gold, jewels, crystals shining through, it was marvelous.

 

"You all must be confused and need help understanding what has happened." He spoke clearly as his ancient body would allow. "My given name is Rais, and I am the only one who as inhabited these walls for a long time now, somewhere near two million and ten years, or so I recall. It could be more." He chuckled lightly. "This place is known as Reflected Memoirs, or so as I've named it. It's what's left of the last world." Before anyone could ask a question, a breath was taken and he continued. "The first world, or the first I know of anyway, was large, lush, beautiful. It was wild, untamed, uncontrolled. Light was generally everywhere, and in few places where it didn't reach, the shadow's loomed. No one cared, however. Heartless, darkness made into living, breathing creatures was an accident. A man, who unfortunately was once my father, was a scientist. He worked endlessly to try and perfect Darkness for use, to show the world that not just light was important. One day, he poured the ingredients into a bottle of a serum he was trying to perfect, deciding to try adding one's heart into it, he killed my mother and used her's as a base. He placed her-once to be love-filled, perfect heart-into the glass. Her hatred, rage, anger, fury, all of it combined with the bottle of ingredients for darkness. It sat there for too long, my father had fallen asleep, when he awoke, my mother's heartless tore his heart out as well." He started. "In this, Heartless started to erupt like a virus, a plague."

 

 

He took a deep breath and continued. "I, however, forged blades for a living. Swords of all kinds, it wasn't until my father and mother's untimely demise did I learn how to infuse my blades with either Darkness or Light, like that of great Smiths of our time. Darkness was viewed as weak, unhelpful, and normally unusable, but I took my father's notes and made a concentrated form of liquid darkness. My first weapon was to be pounded into the shape of a key, my mother had loved keys in her life, and i had planned to destroy my father and end my mother's suffering by using a mixture of Darkness and Light." The man sat down in the throne of the room. "I would melt the blade with the hottest of light I could afford, and then I would quench the metal in the deepest, darkest Darkness I could; the metal infused itself with both properties, the Keyblade was born." He looked around the room, for a moment, as if he worried of something. "I didn't know what cures I had unleashed upon mankind with my creation." He whispered. "I took the blade into battle." He continued. "Quickly, myself and the First Keyblade destroyed heartless after Heartless, I was recognized as a hero. Eventually, they asked me to make more Keyblade's. I set to work, I made one, ten, hundreds, thousands, millions..." He yelled. "Millions, each blade different and made for different people. Only one per Keyblade wielder, the power was too strong for one to handle two. My skills as a smith improved and soon the Keyblade took on the traits yours have now; Flight, teleportation, sealing and opening of any object, the normal for this kind of weapon." He stated. "I forged, I fought, after what we thought was the last of the Heartless were vanquished, rumors had whispered of a mystical heart in the sky, and on a faithful day, I had started the weapon that young man holds there." He pointed to the unfinished weapon in Kyle's hand.

 

"The sky glowed an eerie blue, I vanished and appeared again inside of the large heart. It was a border land to a world of pure darkness. A kingdom, of sorts. I could see the buildings, sky, and floor were made of heart-shaped objects, the people were ones I had known died long ago. As I stood there, the power of pure light and darkness began to fill me for every second I stood there. The kind King of this realm had called me there to meet him, I met with him, he informed me this land had always existed, but had never been so populated, so large. It was where those who died go to rest, their hearts be purified, then sent down to the world for them to be reborn into the world. Where new hearts were made, where the oldest of hearts died, it's where we go after it's all over, but something now was different: hearts were not being purified as well as before, the oldest never died, the new never came. The king had asked me to fore a blade that could stop the odd happenings and vanquish the anomaly, and I agreed. He had sent me back to my workshop, only to find the world as I knew it being plunged into darkness."

 

Heartless had begun to erupt again, I set out, being one of the only few still able to help defeat them, and I killed them all: None of the other men could keep up with me, no matter how good a blade they had forged or trained. When I was asked of how I obtained the power, I simply told them "I got it from a kingdom in the odd heart in the sky." They looked at me as if I were insane, but they  believed me anyway. The name now had surfaced for the place from my lips: Kingdom Hearts. In a lustful, jealous-filled rage, the warriors of the world we inhabited, which had been almost completely annihilated by Heartless attacks began upon a war. They attacked me in my home, they attacked each-other, they fought to learn the secret to get to Kingdom Hearts, the darkness in their hearts began to flare in response to the emotions of rage, jealousy, lust for power. They killed and fought for the ability to be one who could forge the Key and go beyond their world to become the strongest in the land" The man sighed, his eyes almost gushing with tears. 

 

"My workshop had now been laid out into the center of our world, where I could concoct the pure lights and darkness's i had needed. The core of the world, a giant heart, which fed me light and dark for free, when the war took the worst turn it could. The gates of Kingdom Hearts were burst open, so many had died in the war that there wasn't any more space. Hearts rained down, heartless blanketed over the world, no matter how many I had killed, they came right back..." He muttered. "So all I had left was to finish the blade. I did the final quench in Darkness that I needed, and I went to the top of Kingdom Hearts, I sealed the gate in the now ruined land. Destruction everywhere, most of those I once knew were now simply gone, and all was in shambles. I returned to my land, sealed the gate from the outside, and rid the world of Heartless. Then, in order for none to ever have the possibility of opening the gate again in any way, I destroyed the world's heart. It cracked, fractured, and turned into many, the world, too, turned into many, and spread out, then I broke the bond with Kingdom Hearts, and I refused to ever forge again." He took a deep breath again.

 

"This place is what is left of my forge and home; I cannot leave, it's the only place left tied to Kingdom Hearts, and if it were destroyed would be the end of all. I am forced to forever wonder the halls as I am bound to here. My heart is bound to the land as another way of ensuring the gate's closure, and over time the crystals transformed to hold memories of futures and pasts of many. No new hearts can be made, there are so many in Kingdom Hearts that it cannot handle more, and to lighten the load of existing, Kingdom Hearts binds all of the crystals here to the past, present, and future. My heart wanders time, forever stuck in the stream, it is who aided you, girl." He pointed to Fiora. "I have a young heart and an old body." he laughed. "What happened is that the three of you in the crystal happened upon a crystal earlier that transported you to a different time in which you are related to. In that time, your heart exists, and you carried out some of the memories of your future life, but as you bare Keyblades, the effects were different for you, you skipped timelines and traveled through them to try and leave faster, and you encountered each-other, time slipped, you returned to present day." The man coughed a little, then continued.

 

"You, boy," he called to Kyle. "My shock comes from your holding of the Keyblade. I have no idea how you obtained one, particularly of that design, or any of your's for that matter. I presume that those who held Keyblades before probably are bound now to the weapon, now that I see more of them exist." He sighed, getting up and walking to Kyle, he took the unfinished weapon. "This was to be a catalytic Keyblade, the first of it's kind that allowed the user to combine his keyblade with other's in order to deal with an enemy much more quickly, but I never did get around to finishing it. Though I'm old, if the Keyblade has decided to come about again, I don't want to, but I must trust you. There were a few good wielders as well, I suppose..." He muttered, vanishing. The group sat there, contemplating the information they received for a while, when he returned. The blade was now finished, it gleamed a silver color, and lacked teeth, but the large, bulky guard was enough to show for the design itself It held no Keychain or other appendages as a Keyblade normally would. "That there is what I shall call, the Cross-Key. For safety, I would only use three Keyblades at maximum from now on, but the power should help in your Journey." He handed it back to Kyle. "Use it with pride, all of you and anyone else who will join you.

 

The old man then collapsed from exhaustion. "Don't mind me, kids, I'll be fine. You should go, though. You have an adventure ahead of you, and only the good-hearted make it through trials that you've had to face so far; tough trials are those of Hero's." He mumbled, his hand striking a button on the floor as he said this. The Keyblader's fell through a trapdoor, which lead them all the way out of the world, the instant they fell out, their Keyblades turned into gliders and flew back to Tritus City, landing right outside the door to the Manor.

 

World: Reflected Memoirs: CLEAR

Kyle was exhausted when they arrived at the Mayor´s house, of course all that info gathered around them was a shock...but somehow...

"Maybe.... I hope so.." Kyle replied to Brandon´s words, then he summoned the Cross-Key, holding it into his hand. "Do you think....that we are ready for what is to come for us?" He asked as he looked somehow worried... 

 

(by the way Crona, LOngest post EVER! but I would wanted to interact with the old man, hehehe... anyway... just hurry up with golden space)

Edited April 18, 201411 yr by Daniel Black

Kyle was exhausted when they arrived at the Mayor´s house, of course all that info gathered around them was a shock...but somehow...

"Maybe.... I hope so.." Kyle replied to Brandon´s words, then he summoned the Cross-Key, holding it into his hand. "Do you think....that we are ready for what is to come for us?" He asked as he looked somehow worried...

 

(by the way Crona, LOngest post EVER! but I would wanted to interact with the old man, hehehe... anyway... just hurry up with golden space)

(Believe it or not, I've posted longer... And you will, don't worry. All in good time.)

Detok thought: Tirain? What could that be? But he pushes the thought aside in regards to what occurred. Summoning Quantis, he sprints towards Serenia, performing a sliding kick and a double upward slash. Running back to a distance, Detok faces her and says: "You made a drastically grave mistake. No individual such as yourself will go unscathed for harming a friend. I don't have the slightest preference to how powerful you may be. You will be defeated, that I promise."

Boss Fight: Serenia

HP: 281

MP:5

 

PLAYER STATUS:

 

Mes

HP: 3

MP: 6

Pitch:1

 

Brooklyn

HP: 4

MP: 3

Pitch:1

 

Detok

HP: 5

MP: 8

Pitch:1

 

 

Serenia------------>Mes------------->Brooklyn----------->Detok

 

Serenia was furious, to a point of insanity in fact. She lashed out at the nearest person to her, which was Detok, and slashed him with her blade.

 

 

Boss Fight: Serenia

HP: 281

MP:5

 

PLAYER STATUS:

 

Mes

HP: 3

MP: 6

Pitch:1

 

Brooklyn

HP: 4

MP: 3

Pitch:1

 

Detok

HP: 3

MP: 8

Pitch:1

 

 

Serenia------------>Mes------------->Brooklyn----------->Detok

Edited April 18, 201411 yr by Guest

Kyle was exhausted when they arrived at the Mayor´s house, of course all that info gathered around them was a shock...but somehow...

"Maybe.... I hope so.." Kyle replied to Brandon´s words, then he summoned the Cross-Key, holding it into his hand. "Do you think....that we are ready for what is to come for us?" He asked as he looked somehow worried... 

 

(by the way Crona, LOngest post EVER! but I would wanted to interact with the old man, hehehe... anyway... just hurry up with golden space)

Brandon pondered Kyle's response. "I.....I honestly don't know......What with all the crazy stuff that happened in that world, that Hooded figure, and this Maleficient person, I think we're involved in something that is too big for us. But, we're gonna have to try to combat whats coming at us, we can't let other people lose their worlds. I feel that as long as we can wield the keyblade, we have to keep fighting for good."

Mes nodded at Brooklyn's orders. She was mad as all hell at this chick, but it would probably be a good idea to keep her distance for a short time. So instead, Mes charged up a new ball of flames, and shot it from the end of her keyblade.

Mes nodded at Brooklyn's orders. She was mad as all hell at this chick, but it would probably be a good idea to keep her distance for a short time. So instead, Mes charged up a new ball of flames, and shot it from the end of her keyblade.

(I swear I posted this already...)

 

Boss Fight: Serenia

HP: 260

MP:5

CRITICAL HIT

PLAYER STATUS:

 

Mes

HP: 3

MP: 6

Pitch:1

 

Brooklyn

HP: 4

MP: 3

Pitch:1

 

Detok

HP: 3

MP: 8

Pitch:1

 

 

Serenia------------>Mes------------->Brooklyn----------->Detok

Keeping a grip on his keyblade, Detok charges over to Serenia.  He does a front flip and slashes down on her.  He follows up with a diagonal and midline strike.  He runs back over to his spot and braces himself.

Keeping a grip on his keyblade, Detok charges over to Serenia. He does a front flip and slashes down on her. He follows up with a diagonal and midline strike. He runs back over to his spot and braces himself.

Boss Fight: Serenia

HP: 248

MP:5

CRITICAL HIT

PLAYER STATUS:

 

Mes

HP: 3

MP: 4

Pitch:2 (Pitch useable)

 

Brooklyn

HP: 4

MP: 3

Pitch:2 (Pitch useable)

 

Detok

HP: 3

MP: 8

Pitch:2 (Pitch useable)

 

 

Serenia------------>Mes------------->Brooklyn----------->Detok

Serenia was still outraged, and attacked Brooklyn.

 

HP: 248

MP:5

 

PLAYER STATUS:

 

Mes

HP: 3

MP: 4

Pitch:2 (Pitch useable)

 

Brooklyn

HP: 3

MP: 3

Pitch:2 (Pitch useable)

 

Detok

HP: 3

MP: 8

Pitch:2 (Pitch useable)

 

 

Serenia------------>Mes------------->Brooklyn----------->Detok

 

Brooklyn rushed up with his Keyblade, and decided to unleash the power that was building In him and unleashed it.

HP: 89

MP:5

CRITICAL HIT

PLAYER STATUS:

 

Mes

HP: 3

MP: 4

Pitch:2 (Pitch useable)

 

Brooklyn

HP: 3

MP: 3

Pitch:1 

 

Detok

HP: 3

MP: 8

Pitch:2 (Pitch useable)

 

 

Serenia------------>Mes------------->Brooklyn----------->Detok

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Fiora groaned, and held her head. She had been thinking about what the old man told her, and was unable to focus on a proper landing. So... we all reincarnate through our hearts...? And they met my reincarnation...? Huh... "So... Where are we now?" She asked, looking at the manor.

(Hm.)

 

Before Detok begun his attack, he felt something.  Confused, he thought:  What's this?  I feel, some sort of power inside me.  Surely I can....  He quickly looked to Mes and thought:  No.  I won't use it.  It's not my place to finish off this enemy.  Seems more appropriate for Mes to do it.  Instead of using the power, Detok runs toward Serenia and thrusts through her.  He runs back and waits.

(Hm.)

 

Before Detok begun his attack, he felt something. Confused, he thought: What's this? I feel, some sort of power inside me. Surely I can.... He quickly looked to Mes and thought: No. I won't use it. It's not my place to finish off this enemy. Seems more appropriate for Mes to do it. Instead of using the power, Detok runs toward Serenia and thrusts through her. He runs back and waits.

(Since all Pitch dose Is Increase your stats times 3 when used, and your attack barely dose like 2 damage to her anyway, all you would a done was secure a good hit but oh, well )

 

HP: 88

MP:5

 

PLAYER STATUS:

 

Mes

HP: 3

MP: 4

Pitch:2 (Pitch useable)

 

Brooklyn

HP: 3

MP: 3

Pitch:1

 

Detok

HP: 3

MP: 8

Pitch:2 (Pitch useable)

 

 

Serenia------------>Mes------------->Brooklyn----------->Detok

 

Serenia again slashed at Detok, this time bringing him down. (<.< random.or is being stupid when choosing the attack...)

 

HP: 88

MP:5

 

PLAYER STATUS:

 

Mes

HP: 3

MP: 4

Pitch:2 (Pitch useable)

 

Brooklyn

HP: 3

MP: 3

Pitch:1

 

Detok

HP: -11

MP: 8

Pitch:2 (Pitch useable)

 

 

Serenia------------>Mes------------->Brooklyn----------->Detok

Edited April 23, 201411 yr by Guest

Fiora groaned, and held her head. She had been thinking about what the old man told her, and was unable to focus on a proper landing. So... we all reincarnate through our hearts...? And they met my reincarnation...? Huh... "So... Where are we now?" She asked, looking at the manor.

Brandon pondered Kyle's response. "I.....I honestly don't know......What with all the crazy stuff that happened in that world, that Hooded figure, and this Maleficient person, I think we're involved in something that is too big for us. But, we're gonna have to try to combat whats coming at us, we can't let other people lose their worlds. I feel that as long as we can wield the keyblade, we have to keep fighting for good."

Kyle was exhausted when they arrived at the Mayor´s house, of course all that info gathered around them was a shock...but somehow..."Maybe.... I hope so.." Kyle replied to Brandon´s words, then he summoned the Cross-Key, holding it into his hand. "Do you think....that we are ready for what is to come for us?" He asked as he looked somehow worried...  (by the way Crona, LOngest post EVER! but I would wanted to interact with the old man, hehehe... anyway... just hurry up with golden space)

As Brandon returned to the manor, he was trying to process all of the information. "Holy crap.....So this was the guy who locked Kingdom Hearts away? And he was related to the people who created the Heartless......I get the feeling we'll see him again."

Slowly walking towards the manor, Ovan mind boggled from what he learned.  So much had happened at the world he was in.  Whistling, he thinks:  Boy, what a day.  I get sent to another world, travel to the future, join a struggle tournament, fight with an ally and enemy that turns out to be another ally, meet a guy who makes keyblades, find out about a war, and the whole matter with light, plus darkness.  Man.  Hm, I wonder how Detok is doing. Do I have a lot of stuff to tell him.

Sam and Dean opened the front door to see Kyle, Brandon, Ovan, and Fiora. "You’re all back, Kupo!" Sam yell's, floating around the three. "Come in, come in, Kupo!" He was so excited it was almost hilarious. "Your and Brooklyn's group have been gone for a while..." Dean muttered, allowing them in. He walked to the table and Sam began preparing a meal. "So, what did you all learn out there. ..?" Dean asked.