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Post by Atticus the Fallen on Oct 2, 2010 18:16:52 GMT -5
High above the Castle of Naught, and events transpiring on the dirty streets of the dark city below, a corridor would tear open in time/space, and from it stepped a gathering of the most vile, putrid, evil, despicable, horrible, terrifying creatures that ever existed, or ever would. And behind them strode a nightmare, with glinting yellow eyes that came from a realm of darkness deeper than any madness, more complete than any insanity. Atticus the Fallen had arrived...
He stepped forward to the center of the altar, almost all in attendance. Still, two remained that needed to come, and as he had promised to one of them, he would summon her. Momentarily, his eyes closed, and through the vastness of all darkness, he stretched out his will... touching the mind of the one whom he freed of her prison.
He spoke to Jenova.
When the communication between them was complete, he'd open his eyes once more, and look skyward at a nearly shattered replica that never saw fruition. A husk... an empty shell created by an equally void individual and yet so full of power. So full of... possibility.
"Many pardonsss..." whispered a voice nearby, belonging to an inky black menace known only as the Phantom Blot. He strode toward the Fallen, a reaperlike monstrosity that left thick, bilelike pools of black ink in his wake. "But I thought thisss wasss urgent???" it demanded, his voice bubbling and hissing, like a drowning snake's. The skull like features of his face leaned in, glaring the man down.
"Yes... I thought we had pressing matters at hand..." spoke another nightmare, a twitching, zombie-like, extremely powerful ghost of a man... Jafar. "And here we sit, WAITING!" he demanded, flames flickering from his eyes and mouth as the powers that held him to this world spazzed lightly.
But Atticus was calm... turning his head only slightly to look at them. "Patience... soon... all will be revealled..." he said, then looked skyward once more.
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Hercules
Another Heart
I happen to be... A HERO!
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Post by Hercules on Oct 2, 2010 18:42:19 GMT -5
Darkness... it was everywhere. Not even in the Underworld did Hercules feel the tug on his heart as he did here. For a moment... he couldn't remember what he was doing... why he was here. It took a great force of will, of great personal belief that only a TRUE hero could muster... to remember it all, and force himself free of the path to land elsewhere in the world to which his query had escaped.
He landed somewhere inside. The floor was white... and gray... It was odd. In fact, most of the floor was hard to see to begin with as it shimmered between visible and not. He stood up shakily, looking around a bit in the dizzying room, seeing an endless hole just below the barely-there platform. "Woah... wo-woah..." he shivered, then grabbed the communicator from his armor.
"Gabranth? You there? I'm in some kind of castle... use the device to find me... Maybe Meg's here???"
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Post by MeadowSong on Oct 2, 2010 18:49:30 GMT -5
***From Showtime!, in Hyperspace***
[glow=Purple,2,300]When Atticus had stepped through, he was followed quickly after by an impatient Heartless queen. She flittered around The Fallen with beaming purple-pink eyes glaring him down, her sceptre held together in both hands. She removed one to stab forward, pointing a sharp, manicured accusing finger to the Caretaker.
"Yes, the Phantom Blot and Jafar are right," she declared with that aristocratic, holier-than-thou tone. "I've been polite to wait but my patience is sure tested. What is the urgency which you've ignored until just now, anyway?"[/glow]
[glow=Yellow,2,300]"Yes, I'd been waiting at this exact spot longer than the lot of you, and all I've managed to do were"--he directed the others' gazes to the floor--"draw dirty pictures of those imbeciles disemboweling the rest of you."[/glow]
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Post by Twilight Path on Oct 2, 2010 19:35:44 GMT -5
**From Cornelia, My Kingdom for a Horse **
A corridor opened a few feet away from the congregated lot, and out of it came the beautiful creature known as Jenova, followed by a menacing giant wrapped in armor. She looked to the others there, a somewhat indifferent look in her features. On her way there, she was thinking back on the midget, and in her urgency, did not think straight about something...
... The Tarutaru said who sent her a letter was a "she" ... so it couldn't of been Atticus. The thought of it was keeping her mind occupied, even though she looked fully aware of her surroundings. She bit her lower lip, and frowned a little...
Something in her was calling her an idiot for not taking the letter in the first place. Now her curiosity was eating at her slowly. Now it was feeling important, and she was now so far away. With the Promised Land being so close... why did it also feel so far?!
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Post by Atticus the Fallen on Oct 2, 2010 20:04:47 GMT -5
Atticus looked to MeadowSong and Kefka as well when they voiced their concerns, their annoyances. Like children, they all were... so unwilling to play nicely with others, but that was what made them special, wasn't it? Exactly the qualities that he honored... that he sought so viciously for almost 10 years... It was finally coming to a head tonight. Here. Now.
Before he could answer them, the final pieces made their arrival. By corridor, Jenova appeared with her prize; the Seed of Darkness himself. Garland. Atticus turned fully, facing all of them with a sigh of satisfaction. His eyes closed a moment before they slowly opened, taking in this wonderful sight. Seven. All Seven. Finally.
"Yes..." he said calmly, nodding to those with questions. "It's time I stopped being vague with you... and spoke plainly. You see, I gathered you all here for a purpose... Something far greater than any of you..." He lifted his hands a little, looking at them as he spoke, as though admiring what he had already accomplished.
"I promised you each something amazing... a new era. A dawn of darkness eternal, and tonight... I make good on that promise. Tonight, you seven Masters of Darkness... beings devoid of all light, hearts of purest black... tonight, you are my key to thrusting the World into endless night... Tonight..." He turned around, holding his hands up to the half-broken "kingdom hearts" above.
"Tonight, we tear down the gates of the Promised Land! Like the seven princesses of heart, who possess no darkness, can open a door to perfect dark... so too can you seven open a door... to perfect light! We need not create a key to accomplish this, as they... for we already have the vessel which will carry your evil into the heart of light..." His fingers stretched here at the moon above.
"A foolhardy, failed attempt at grasping hearts... This broken moon will be our key... POWERING your darkness, and throwing open wide the door to light... which we will assault in all our fury..." His fists tightened sharply. "And end..."
He turned to them, his hands lowering and his palms opening as though welcoming them into an embrace. "You need only open your hearts... release a portion of your hatred unto our power source... and lo... you shall have..."
His voice quieted somewhat, his hands now at his sides. "Everything... you've been promised."
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Post by Secondary Characters on Oct 2, 2010 23:06:02 GMT -5
Alongside the Lady Jenova, Garland would step from the corridor and be witness to the events to take place. He would look upward at the sky, seeing that odd, heart-shaped moon. He took it all in, the evil creatures around him, the altar, the plan which was being explained. All of it... felt familiar...
He shook his head a bit, unwilling to accept that he possessed no light. And yet... why else was he here? He was growing confused, wondering how he had been tagged. Looking to Jenova, he placed a hand on her shoulder, shaking his head as he tried to understand. "Is this... what you want?" he asked her, his voice betraying concern.
He also wondered... what was he promised? He didn't think he was really offered anything... except by Jenova. And all she said was that she would help him. Maybe this was her help? Some kind of celestial distraction that would enable him to kidnap the princess? Thinking on it in this fashion...
"I'll help..." he said to Jenova, assuring her she had his support. Always.
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Post by MeadowSong on Oct 2, 2010 23:30:36 GMT -5
[glow=Purple,2,300]At the appearance of the newcomers, MeadowSong tipped her head in their direction but held her sceptre out towards them in case they interfered with her seemingly personal conversation with Atticus the Fallen.
"So you bring us news of the Promised Land and a broken Kingdom Hearts--the Ultimate Door to Light, a destiny long-awaited..." a gleam in her eyes led Kefka to snicker with complete joy.
"Yes, noted...we should all be cheering, then! For Atticus, whom without we never would have come so close to such a gem!"[/glow]
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Post by Atticus the Fallen on Oct 3, 2010 22:23:57 GMT -5
Atticus lifted a hand to MeadowSong, letting her know, gently, that he didn't need praise now. All he needed was this last act of obedience from them all, one more act of trust on their part so that they may have what they craved. He looked to each of them before gesturing to the moon behind him.
"This is your moment... not mine... For it's your actions that will decide the fate of everything now... Look skyward, and focus your hatred. Picture within the frame of that moon the image of what you must despise... Pour your darkness into that, funnel your anger, your frustration, your complete distaste for the light. It will merge with the hearts that yet remain, and become our portal... and then..." he lowered his hand, his head tilting down while his eyes glinted evilly. "...victory."
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Jafar looked up, taking in the broken replica. Within, he saw the face of his nemesis... Aladdin. And around HIM, all the little allies he kept. Jafar grew angrier with each passing moment... his hatred building into a fever pitch of energy, which flowed from him upward into the heart-shaped moon, colliding with it, and cracking at the surface of the remaining structure.
"Let all die..." he muttered, his eyes flaring in the corners. "So long as HE dies!!"
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Seeing this, the Blot would turn its skeletal head skyward. He hated all, and wished nothing more than to blot out all light with perfect, inky black. He, instead, pictured the universe... with every point of starlight disappearing in a flowing drip of black. If his featureless face could grin, it would. His eyes, however... would flash a hellish red, the only color he could muster.
"Paint it black... all of it..." he muttered, and from him rose a wet-looking, jetblack stream of energy, which merged with Jafar's own and cracked the moon yet further... his power added.
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Post by Twilight Path on Oct 3, 2010 22:47:18 GMT -5
"What I hate..." muttered Jenova, glancing up toward the broken moon. She began to glow a fiery blue color, and it jet-streamed toward the same location as the other two hatreds. She wouldn't say it out loud, but what she hated was being lost, and to have no knowledge. To live without answers, or hate those who could not provide them.
She began to hate something else as well-- an unknown image that was eating at her. She was obsessing over this unknown woman she couldn't quite peg... a she...
...a she...!
She was beginning to hate that teddy bear too, for she didn't provide any answers, and only teased to what could be an answer. All of this was pouring from her aura, her mind wild with hateful thoughts that would soon drain out... enough for her to think calmly of a situation once more once this event was done.
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Post by Secondary Characters on Oct 4, 2010 20:51:29 GMT -5
Garland watched this strange... ritual with mild interest. Truthly, his focus was on Jenova, and her actions from here out. So, when she began to focus her hatred onto the moon above, Garland simply nodded and closed his eyes a bit under his helm. His head bowed, and he thought on the one thing he despised more than anything.
The King. That sluggish, slothen, fat, lazy, idiotic, miserable INSECT of a man who kept the knight and his men in poverty despite how much they put their lives on the line for the kingdom. His fist would tighten as he thought on this, almost to the point of puncturing the leather glove and drawing out blood. A wave of energy practically erupted from him, oddly taking an almost humanlike shape but with four arms and massive wings...
The figure was gone as quickly as it appeared, merged and mingled into the stream of dark energies pooling into the still-breaking moon. Inside, Garland could feel the darkness gripping at his heart... and he welcomed it. He felt stronger, more powerful than ever... and he knew that in time his glorious reign would be eternal...
Chaos was stirring in his mind...
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Post by MeadowSong on Oct 5, 2010 15:49:57 GMT -5
"Look skyward, and focus your hatred. Picture within the frame of that moon the image of what you must despise... Pour your darkness into that, funnel your anger, your frustration, your complete distaste for the light..."
[glow=Purple,2,300]As instructed previously, Queen MeadowSong looked skyward, her glowing violet eyes glinting with hope for their dark future. High above shone with dim-but-growing light the broken Kingdom Hearts what was once the masterpiece of Xehanort's foolish Nobody Xemnas.
"What I most despise is Light," she seethed, taking in a deep, meditative breath and exhaled slowly, allowing her darkness to reproduce and flow freely like a murder of crows as it ascended into the skies above to fuel their Doorway.
What she saw was Pixie Hollow, and all of those faeries what loathed and despised her simply for being born into darkness and shunned her. Second she saw Aurora, in all her beauty, and the royal chantry, those who sent her away one fateful day...
Thirdly, she saw her defeats at the hands of the prince, Ventus, Aqua, Sora and even that one time she could have fallen to The Fallen, had she continued a rant. Her hatred for all things light and that which did not serve her fueling her offering, she took another deep breath and finally broke her connection, her power given. It was now Kefka's turn.[/glow]
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[glow=Yellow,2,300]"I hate, hate, hate, hate, hate...EVERYTHING!" cried the hopping Harlequin Heartless, his fists and glowing eyes ablaze with complete and utter fury. "What I despise is life, dreams and all hope for a future that is doomed to fail! Destruction is what makes this life worth living, and even that is only finite. I hate life!"
His darkness gathered, the Altar of Naught shook violently as he released it in the form of the immaculate Light of Judgement, which fired directly overhead Kingdom Hearts, its power being absorbed on its journey through.
At the finale he erupted in a multicolored flame and disconnected from his raw power stream.[/glow]
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Post by Atticus the Fallen on Oct 8, 2010 15:46:25 GMT -5
After Miiaxra's darkness joined with the others [to be filled in later, I suppose], the partial Kingdom Hearts replica would shatter, and collapse inward with a loud "KA-THOOOM!". The powers of darkness gathered were too much for it, and it fell toward its own center, the individual hearts glowing from renewed vigor and sudden jolting power. They collided with one another, guided by the hatred of the Seven Masters of Darkness toward a glorious final product. Above, they reassembled, becoming not a heart-shaped moon, but a massive doorway embroidered with sharpened edges, ebony doors with darkly beautiful stained-glass windows, and a frame like something out of a nightmare. It hung in the air like an omen. The end of the world was nigh.
The Fallen watched with eyes wide as the doorway took form. He lifted his arms once more, laughing aloud at the success of the gathering. "Yes... The Door to Light is made... now only needs one to open it..." he called out, and through the force of his own will, stretched forth his hands and took grasp of invisible door handles which prompted the darkness above to congeal and wrap around those of the Door to Light. "Behold...the promised land..." he called out, and pulled back.
The doors creaked open slowly, forced by the power of the dark hands Atticus called upon. From inside, a horribly bright beam of light would spill out, threatening to brighten all of the World That Never Was. Fool that he was, the heartless Ansem once came close to such a light, but in his weakened state could not survive it. THEY, on the other hand, had not wasted their powers creating nor opening the door. They had the strength of a thousand hearts to get them halfway there. THEY were strong, they were healthy, and when the light came tearing through darkness to change a permenantly black sky to white... all Seven and the mad Heartless Caretaker were unharmed.
"...KINGDOM HEARTS!!!" Atticus roared, letting go of the door and allowing all to take in the magnificence of the Heart of All Worlds. They had access to it... it was within their grasps at long last... He turned slowly to face them, his hands smoking a little from the act he just committed.
"MeadowSong..." he whispered, his voice dark and frightening. "Raise the Eldritch Machine... It's time we put an end to this light once and for all..." he said dangerously...
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Post by Twilight Path on Oct 8, 2010 16:38:53 GMT -5
Perfect... it was all going just as planned. The door to the promised land was in front of her, and she saw what she wanted to witness: The destruction of such a place. That fabled land would be only a legend from this day forward, as the place that she was to destroy-- the place she took away from the members of the light. Everything was going well, so why did she feel so empty? Of course, this was all a thought until Atticus mentioned to the faerie heartless to depend on an "Eldritch Machine."
"What?" Jenova turned momentarily to look toward the Caretaker, her eyes slowly narrowing, " That does not sound like our agreement..." she muttered, sounding calm when she was just the opposite.
She rested a hand on her hip while the other hung loosely at her side, curling her fingers to form a fist.
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Post by Atticus the Fallen on Oct 8, 2010 20:09:34 GMT -5
The dark one turned to look at Jenova. His yellow, glowing eyes regarded her quietly a moment before he faced her fully, walking toward her and speaking calmly. "My dear Jenova..." he said in that soft tone he normally reserved for when he was being kind. What few opportunities he showed it. He reached up to touch her chin lightly, his head shaking as he looked her in the eyes.
"I only said that I would lead you there. I never said what came next..." he finished, then turned away from her to walk toward the edge of the altar, speaking over his shoulder with every step.
"Stay, if you wish, and assist in the final destruction. What happens now matters little so long as Kingdom Hearts falls. Kefka..." he looked the other way to the clown, nodding. "I doubt the use of light of judgement will work against a light like this one... assist MeadowSong so you can savor the ultimate destruction... As for me..."
A corridor opened in front of Atticus as he walked toward the edge. "...I'm off to ensure our victory is eternal..." That was his final word to them. He stepped off the edge and into darkness... and toward the images he saw in the mirror...
As he entered, he would whisper through the darkness... addressing one of his followers. He would need a little help, where he was going.
[To Time is...]
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Post by Twilight Path on Oct 8, 2010 20:38:30 GMT -5
Jenova stood there quietly, and in disbelief. Her eyes were focused on the sand bellow while she processed what had happened... she just got ripped off.
Her fist tightened, and she turned to walk away toward Garland, a serious look in her eyes. She was done here, and she had no true reason of staying. Jenova had accepted as it was, but he would ever receive her help again. A new trouble was puzzling her, and that consisted of an envelope. She watched the iron titan quietly with her eyes, trying to find answers he probably didn't know, but she couldn't blame him.
She sighed quietly and reached up to rest a gloved hand on that cold metal of his before giving him a soft smile, "Let us go back... I must find that teddy bear... and you need to claim what is rightfully yours."
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