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Post by Acteur de la Noir on Mar 5, 2011 16:33:13 GMT -5
To abandon one's artful words and fanciful posturing...a great sacrifice for any devoted actor and master of speechcraft. Alas, in times of intense conflict--in the most critical stages of war--one must be prepared to devote oneself completely to ensure a final victory. And what was this, but the decisive battle of Light against Darkness? These ships that threw themselves against the Harbinger's armada represented the last great force that could possibly oppose the plans of the Fallen--should they be destroyed (WHENthey were destroyed), there would be nothing left to prevent the Final Nightfall. The last of the Light would vanish, leaving only Darkness...now and forevermore. Conversely, should they survive this battle--should they, by some slender chance, prevail (absurd!)--the schemes of the Maestro would become poised on the toss of a coin that no longer had two heads. One side would represent Darkness; the other, Light. And that simply wouldn't do...not after all that had led up to this point.
And so, Acteur had thrown himself into directing the rhythm of the battle, his hands sweeping with the grace and poise of a grand conductor directing an orchestra. Let the Stingers dart and dive like angry hornets, hurling their hardlight spears against the hulls of the ragtag fleet of the Rose. Let them be shot down by the forces of the Light, those so-called "heroes" countering with their singular skills and odd assortment of craft--such as that comical box-like droid who spun and wheeled about, converted into a lethal joke as it spat energy bolts with astonishing accuracy. All the while, their spirits buoyed by false confidence, never suspecting that the shattered and smelted wreckage of every felled Stinger formed a veil--a shroud pulled over their eyes, blinding them to the reality of their situation. To the The Monoliths and Destroyers, forming an insurmountable bulwark to protect the Harbinger, firing their massive cannons at the Rose and its sister ships. To the power building within the Harbinger itself, ready to be unleashed when the time came to drive the final nail into the coffin.
Slouched in his command chair with string-casting hands outstretched, Acteur had become so wrapped up in directing the battle that he barely registered the words of his fellow General, apart from a faint nod. However, that lanky, elegantly-clad frame shivered noticeably as the surge of dark power flooded through him, bolstering his reserves and further immersing him in the tides of the Night. As the eyes behind that porcelain mask glowed fervently, they caught the approach of a few ships in particular--those that had seen through his veil, and saw the true threat. To this end, Acteur turned his false visage upon Oresetes and cleared his throat, speaking in a voice gone deep and echoing with the effort of casting his will upon such a wide array of "puppets."
"Merci, Mon Ami...but be warned. Several divergent craft seem to be breaking free of the sortie. They may try to take us directly. Prepare accordingly."
Simple words, but they were all that Acteur could spare, his so much of his concentration devoted to directing the will and coordination of so many of his fellow Heartless. And devoted to one other thing, as well...fulfilling the last command that Maestro had given him. The one task that he had to complete, to silence the final feeble flickers of the false persona that had once clouded his judgement.
Thus did Acteur de la Noir reach out to the resonance of his former apprentice across the ether--to the instrument she had held, so fundamentally different from when he had once handed it to her. No matter what changes may have befallen it, it would surely prove nothing in the face of the greater Darkness--that which would swallow Light and Twlight alike in the fall of eternal midnight. So, too, would Sarah Appleton be engulfed--either in the nocturnal embrace of the Heartless, or the final, all-consuming oblivion to which all else would be consigned. By Acteur's own hand. It was the only way.
Come, cherie...shadows quicken, forces gather, and the end of all Light rapidly approaches. Come to me, now...let the doors between space and matter open, and the Corridors grant you passage. Come now, and be reborn in the arms of the Eternal Night...
Would Sarah come? Would her instrument, combined with the swirling energies that consumed this battlefield, grant her passage to where Acteur waited? Only time would tell...
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Post by Twilight Path on Mar 5, 2011 20:41:23 GMT -5
A light blue ball landed in the middle of the bridge, a woman wearing what looked to blue and white outfit standing with a determined look in her eye. Her hair settled down at her lower back, almost at her waist. "Good evening, my beloved Acteur." Sarah's voice sounded gentle, but her expression held no such intention. Her hand opened up, summoning the serpent of lore key blade. Her next words would have to be chosen carefully. "It looks like our reunion is meant to be one of enemies."
The bridge was full of heartless. Another heartless sat beside Acteur as he conducted the ship. Her eyes could only see Acteur, but she knew there was more than one person that would attempt to take her heart. 'This is what you want, so I will do it even if it will bring pain.'
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Post by Ellin Destroix on Mar 6, 2011 0:47:36 GMT -5
"Lady Abigail, thou may take the first blow! ELLIN, assist her in landing that first critical strike and come back! You have one minute!"
The blackest knight grinned at this-- her eyes sparkling with the hopes of adventure and success ahead of them. She turned to Abigail, and began to run to her direction, making sure to skip along the symbol's edges. When she was near Abigail, close to the middle, she held out her arms, and a LARGE corridor began to open around them.
"Here we go, Miss Abigail!" she shouted, closing her eyes as she concentrated, opening them to reveal they had acquired a soft reddish tint to them. She opened her mouth and whispered to the darkness, "Harbringer...." in a low, demonic tone. Quickly, the space around them began to distort, and soon, they would see yellow eyes roaming around them, as they walked through and fro a strange, unfamiliar hallway. The heartless that were there would stare in confusion, their antennas spazzing and moving randomly from side to side, sending signals to the others...
...danger...
...danger....!
... a black knight....!
....Ellin!?
The dark knight, unable to bring harm to the heartless, moved the portal like corridor to elsewhere in the ship, where it was less occupied with heartless. Perhaps this is what they needed for some of them to change their minds? To go back home?
"30 more seconds...!" She would say to Abigail, "Now or never, Miss Abigail! I'm ready when you are!" thankfully, the message from the other heartless kind had gone through the ship, and through the darkness of the traitorous black knight, so when the mage and warrior were seen through the corridor, many fled from the area, to either other sides of the ship to fight further, or some few went back home to the dark margin.
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Post by Abigail Crescentlight on Mar 9, 2011 0:27:36 GMT -5
It's a difficult thing to contain energy. If you've ever imagined trying to hold a tidal wave in your bare hands, then you have a concept. Abigail had to deal with this as Ellin came and swept her up into her arms, whisking her through darkness itself. Thankfully, between the cloak and the purelight in Abigail's hands, she didn't feel even the slightest influence from it, but the experience is still very scary.
Before she knew it, they were on the Harbinger, somewhere within. From the looks of the machinery, the white mage would venture a guess that they were most likely someplace in the engines. Even now, she was struggling to keep a hold on the raging energies in her palms.
"E-ellin!" Abigail called out, trying not to split her attention too long. "Take cover! Get somewhere safe!" she called, not wanting to injure the Dark Knight with her elemental opposite. This would be a lot easier if the longer she held the attack, it didn't continue to build. But build it did, and it was swiftly reaching critical mass!
"I can't hold this much longer!" she called, giving Ellin as much opportunity as possible to avoid the immediate backlash. Only a few more seconds...
3...
2...
Abigail threw her arms forward, power coursing through them and blasting outward from her fingertips. Holy II ripped through the room at the speed of light, wrecking anything dark it touched. The strain on Abigail was intense, and when the blinding flash from the casting cleared away she still had to deal with a temporary blindness and a ringing in her ears. She was dizzied, stumbling back and forth a bit before falling to her knees.
"Ellin!" she cried out, her hearing slowly starting to return. "We're almost out of time! We have to go!"
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Post by Ellin Destroix on Mar 12, 2011 19:43:08 GMT -5
Ellin was faced with a few heartless who fled from sight into other parts of the ship, and once alerted by the white mage to take cover, she did so behind a couple of barrels behind her. All she would remember then was a bright, hot, blinding light exploding from Abigail's fingertips, and suddenly a ringing of the ears; even when she was behind the girl, the light was powerful enough to set her dark armor burning.
They only had about 10 seconds now. Ellin stumbled into view to see the girl almost to her knees on how disoriented she was, "Miss Abigail!" she called out and dashed to her, and resting her cold, metal claws on her shoulders to have her still.
"We're almost out of time! We have to go!" The Holy one cried, and the dark one nodded.
"Got it! Return!" She wrapped an arm around the woman, and a corridor opened and enveloped around them, disappearing from sight. .
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"Sister Ray is at 100%, General!" called Sylvia at the bridge, "We are ready to go!"
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Within that dark abyss they were for a couple of moments, allowing them to take a small breath before returning. If the Rose was to fire away that massive cannon, they would be safe here.
"A-alright... that wasn't so bad...!" she tried to encourage the girl, standing up, and helping the girl to her feet once she was ready.
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Post by Atticus the Fallen on Mar 12, 2011 22:53:25 GMT -5
[From The Final Run]
"Oh, but it will be..." came an all-too-familiar voice from behind Ellin. Suddenly, she'd feel the rush of darkness around her, pushing her away from her companion with a tremendous shove. By the time she'd gain her composure, the dark one would already be on top of the White Mage in Black Robes, a foot placed firmly on her back to keep her pinned where she couldn't do any damage.
"Tsk... tsk... I am tremendously disappointed, Ellin..." muttered Atticus, shaking his head with a slight fluttering of the feathers about his collar. "Have I not been lenient? Have I not shown some consideration for your back-and-forth between the light and our world? And look how you repay me..." he said calmly, then did a forceful stomp downward onto the White Mage, intending to injure but not completely crush.
"What will the children think, I wonder... When I tell them that their hero, the dark knight, the woman that brought them presents and spoke of peace and love... is nothing more than a bleeding heart traitor for the light, after all..."
He looked dead at her, grinding his heel into the small of Abigail's back. "I knew you'd betray me one day..." he added. "I should have known better than to show the Light any form of trust... It's a glory that it's not long for this world..." He looked down then, to the white mage below him. "Much like your pitiful friend here..." he said, then lifted his foot once more, intending for this fall... to be a deathblow.
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Post by Ellin Destroix on Mar 12, 2011 23:15:04 GMT -5
"Oh, but it will be..."
The dark knight's heart skipped a beat the moment she heard that chilling voice speak so coldly at her direction. Suddenly she felt hoisted and tossed away from Abigail, and all he could do was reach out to her in mid-air, only to fall several feet away from the girl with a clank and twisting cry of her armor, "Oumf-ack!" she would cringe a little, getting quickly to her feet, "A-atticus!" she gasped, noticing the white mage under his heel. Her eyes widened to this realization...
"Tsk... tsk... I am tremendously disappointed, Ellin...Have I not been lenient? Have I not shown some consideration for your back-and-forth between the light and our world? And look how you repay me." he went on, and stomped on the poor white mage's back.
"ATTICUS!!" She growled, extending a hand to him, but keeping her distance, "ATTICUS YOU ARE HURTING HER, STOP IT!"
"What will the children think, I wonder... When I tell them that their hero, the dark knight, the woman that brought them presents and spoke of peace and love... is nothing more than a bleeding heart traitor for the light, after all..."
Her heart skipped again, remembering the children, "Everything was fine before this madness occurred, Atticus! There was-- there was a balance between the light and darkness, and because of you the light is nearly extinct!" She made a fist, and walked a few paces closer, growling when he began grinding his foot on Abigail's back, "Grrr- What you are doing is filling their hearts with fear and HATRED towards everything that isn't their kind-- AND STOP HURTING MISS ABIGAIL!!" something in her was snapping, and her voice grew demonic almost.
"I knew you'd betray me one day..."
"Tch-- I have not betrayed the Heartless, it is YOU who has betrayed the balance and has brought this war upon ALL of us!!" She cried out, calming down when realizing her place here, with him above her and with a hostage no less, " I want to restore what you have ruined!"
"I should have known better than to show the Light any form of trust... It's a glory that it's not long for this world..." He looked down then, to the white mage below him. "Much like your pitiful friend here..."
It was here when she recognized that familiar gaze of him, once he found something useless... and need it not anymore. Her eyes snapped open, and she rushed forward with all the speed and energy she could muster, she slid down and threw and arm up to grab at his heel, and squeeze it in place to prevent it from crushing the poor white mage. Her eyes were a crimson red as they stared up toward the Caretaker.
"No......Father...!" was all she could say, already frightened to be against his word...
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Post by Abigail Crescentlight on Mar 12, 2011 23:47:14 GMT -5
Abigail had smiled to Ellin once they were safe, but that was short-lived at best. Before she could say a thing, a massive wave of shadow had pushed Ellin out of the white mage's reach, and a firm foot was pressing poor Abigail to the ground!
She squirmed, unable to breathe very well with that pressure on her back, squeezing her diaphragm so that she couldn't inhale properly. This being the case, the best she could do was squeak helplessly as she attempted to summon enough strength for even one spell.
She could hear the two of them arguing, and when the foot left her back, she was about to attempt a spell only to be slammed again. "AHH!" she cried out, hurting badly from the attack. She could feel his heel grinding between vertebre, causing extreme pain. "Ahhh!!"
Then, the foot went up again. She tried to crawl away, but Abigail knew all too well at this point that she'd never get clear in time to avoid a nasty strike to her back, and with the power she could feel even through her cloak, she knew this would kill her. Was it over? Was she done?
Not today! Suddenly, Ellin was sliding beside her. A clawed hand went up and stopped the attack. "No......Father...!" Abigail heard Ellin growl, which caught her off guard, but she had one attack of opportunity available and she wasn't going to waste it. It had to be FAST. She spun on the spot, and held her hands out, attempting to recall her swiftest attack available.
"Ancient Magic without vice, aid us with your brilliant... ICE!!"
Blue rays of light leapt upward from her hands, enveloping whatever they would hit in a thick layer of ice. With this effective distraction-slash-attack, Abigail scampered away a bit, grabbing Ellin's arm to drag her along as well. She stopped several feet away from the Dark One, catching her breath before looking to Ellin.
"He's your WHAT?!" she demanded, her face a jumble of confusion and hurt. "You're... related to HIM?"
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Post by Secondary Characters on Mar 12, 2011 23:56:13 GMT -5
Kim growled a bit as she struggled with the controls. "Try to swerve some of this firepower, will ya??" she called over her shoulder at the silvery wizard guy behind her. "Your shields are good and all, but they can only take so much punishment!" Turning back, she couldn't help but feel like such a geek. She had to remember to apologize to Ron when she saw him for calling the dialouge in "Star Voyage" stupid.
"Focus, Kimmy..." she muttered, rerouting power from various systems to the shields whenever needed, constantly re-adjusting so that the side most likely to take damage was best fortified. It was hard work, especially considering they were being attacked from all sides.
"Man, I hope everyone else is doing as well as we are!" she said to the green guy next to her, chuckling inwardly at his slight resemblance to Shego. "When we get out of this... remind me to introduce you to a girl I know..." she teased.
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Meanwhile, outside, Wall-E was in the middle of the fight of his life. He was able to take out a few Stingers without much trouble, but when they started to realize he was an independant creature capable of thought, well... that's when they started to TARGET him.
Wall-E zipped around the battlefield, dodging attacks and maneuvering so that the enemy crafts would get stuck within their own crossfire. Add to that his own offensive laserblasts and he was making a good offensive... until a rouge blast from a Monolith caught his left engine.
"WWWAAAAOOOOOHHHH!!!!" Wall-E cried out, spinning wildly out of control and crashing into a Stinger currently in-flight. Looking down, he noticed his damaged thruster and looked around. He noticed that the Stinger just happened to have one that looked like it would fit! Excellent!
Using the magnetic enhancements the Duke had installed into his treads, Wall-E was able to rove right over the Stinger's metal body and go right to the engine, which he began to disassemble skillfully. The Stinger began to spin out just as Wall-E had, but this time, the little-box-bot had a retro-fitted Stinger Engine on his left side, which allowed him to fly safely away while his "donor" crashed into a nearby Monolith... and destroyed it!
"WAA-HOOO!" Wall-E cheered, flying in sight of the Standard Gummi to show Oeilvert he was alright!
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Post by Acteur de la Noir on Mar 12, 2011 23:59:21 GMT -5
Acteur's slouched figured shivered visibly as he discerned that voice. There she was. The one presence on the bridge that wasn't a Heartless. The one guest of Light amid a host of Darkness. She, who drove his thoughts like nothing else did. Once, back when his thoughts had been clouded by the illusory notion of free will, that focus had been out of a sense of...No. Irrelevant. But now, his mind was clear. He knew what his purpose was. And he would make it happen. Here. Now. The musician would become a child of the Darkness...or she would be swallowed by it. Either way, by his hand.
The battle continued to rage outside the Harbinger's observation port, the symphony of battle rising to new heights. Through the eyes of the Heartless battleships, Acteur was vaguely aware of the Rose gathering power. No matter. Through the shadowy strings that extended from his fingers, a silent command was sent to the Monoliths and Destroyers--an order to focus their fire on the Rose, and maintain their protective perimeter. His head jerked to one side, those ghostly yellow eyes flicked over towards Orestes, and the voice, whispering like black velvet: "They're up to something. The Rose...I entrust its destruction to you. I shall attend to our guest."
Thus did the chair swivel to face Sarah Appleton properly. Thus would she see what had become of her former mentor. How the Darkness whirled around him in a palpable aura, leeching the very color from his body. His elegant finery, once such rich shades of purple, now seemed more a bruised grayish hue than anything. Where he might once have lounged in the chair sprightfully, he now slouched in his seat like a fallen king. And the eyes....ghostly yellow still, but no longer holding the playful mischief that they once had. Instead, there a haunting emptiness, wrapped in the veneer of macabre wit. The mask had been cracked, freezing a single expression on that visage...a sinister, ghostly leer.
"Indeed," the Acteur-esque entity intoned in a sepulchral monotone. "The cursed weapon you carry....the Keyblade--" Here, a trace of emotion entered his voice, the word spat like a curse. "--says it all. If you wield it, then you have chosen to play the final act in the role of the Light. And the conviction it would take to bear a Keyblade...it is not easily swayed." He brought his hands together, gloved fingers steepled together. "It is how we recognize our sworn enemies...those whom we must swallow forever. So commands Lord Atticus. And so the final curtain falls. For the Light. For the Twilight. And now...for you!"
With that, Acteur flung his arms wide, and the shadowy threads in his fingers splintered off to slam into the backs of several of the Heartless on the bridge. They went stiff, their eerie eyes wide as they were connected to his seething darkness. As one, they turned to face Sarah Appleton, their glaring eyes focused on her keyblade. And then, as one, they lunged, prepared to meet the musician-turned-Keyblade bearer in battle.
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Post by Ellin Destroix on Mar 13, 2011 0:10:24 GMT -5
"He's your WHAT?!"
They scampered off, she wrapped an arm around the white mage while she argued, and rushed through the corridor to end back on the Red Rose. She spared a single glance toward the partly frozen Atticus, WONDERING why he allowed himself to be hit with a blow he would most likely had moved out of the way from... as if he wanted to be halted? An excuse to be held back?
"You're... related to HIM?"
The white mage continued, this time looking deep into Ellin's eyes with a hurt expression. The dark knight frowned at this, snapping back to the needs of Abigail, and tilted her head in fear, " Y-you have such a pained face, did he hurt you that much? Q-quick drink a drop of the elixir I gave you, it should help some!"
Ellin gulped a little at the girl's insistent look for an explanation and sighed, " ...y-yeah, well...he did take care of me when I was little..." she'd mumble, reaching up to scratch at her cheek a little, "...Atticus raised me...so... in a way, he is my father..." she smiled, thinking it would be the end of the conversation, " H-he could be very sweet when he wanted to be... b-but lately he's been somewhat... on a road to rampage? So, thats why he needs to be stopped, right?"
It was hard for the knight to pick out her fault in this rampage, and clearly she thought the hurt look on the mage's eyes was because of the seething pain resonating from her spine. Ellin was still young in some aspects, and naive when it came to the human emotion... of being "betrayed." but of course, she never betrayed anyone but Atticus, didn't she?
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Post by Abigail Crescentlight on Mar 13, 2011 0:27:24 GMT -5
Once the two were on the other side of the corridor and free from Atticus, Abigail took a few steps away from Ellin, her eyes searching the Dark Knight's, her own at the brink of tears. "Why didn't you tell me??" she demanded, her heart racing as a million and one possibilities locked together in her mind, preventing her from thinking clearly and believing with her heart.
"It's... it's like LYING, Ellin! You haven't been entirely truthful with me this whole time! What else about you don't we know??" she strained, shaking her head a bit. "Oh Cosmos... was it all a lie, Ellin? When you took me to the Dark Margin and showed me those innocents... was that some kind of trick too?" she started to cry a little, her resolve having been tested time and time again, but even after all she'd suffered, all she'd been through, THIS was just too much.
"I can't deal with this right now!" she cried, covering her face and rushing into the hall connecting the Hold to the rest of the ship. She needed some time, she needed some solitude to collect her thoughts. She knew there was a war going on, and the pain of those attacks to her back was swiftly catching up with her through her anxiety.
Around a corner and midway down one of the ship's many halls, Abigail slumped against a wall, now crying from both emotional and physical pain before sliding down to the ground, gripping at her knees as she wept. It was just... all too much...
That's when she noticed that her cloak was damaged. The attacks to her back had ripped it slighlty, and she knew then that a lot of darkness must have poured into her while they were midway in a corridor. Abigail sighed, trying to collect her thoughts. A quick prayer to Cosmos was enough to calm her feelings, and a swift heal spell to her back made up for that.
But then there was-
"Oh, Great Cosmos... what did I say to her??" she gasped, then stood, ready to go back and apologize...
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Post by Ellin Destroix on Mar 13, 2011 0:54:13 GMT -5
Ellin was...stunned, to say the least. Apparently it was not Atticus whom had hurt the mage, but herself in her lack of information. When Abigail began to rant about everything being a lie, the dark knight stood in disbelief to what was coming out of her mouth. She called the dark knight a liar, even though she had not lied about anything asked. This had not been a problem until now, but what did it matter if she was related or not, she thought? Was she truly cursed as a dark being? Related to darkness, and being darkess... was she only allowed to be accepted by that which she had just betrayed? No, she only betrayed Atticus- and still, she is burned by the light.
She had an idle smile to her, unable to comprehend the pain she was feeling, she could only do so, and have questions rush through her mind all at once...
...I am a liar?
... Did I really do something bad?
... Its... my fault that Atticus took care of me?
"No one else would take care of me..." she frowned a little at this thought, looking down at her armored hands, and the design of claws covering the tip of her fingernails. She tightened her fingers into heavy fists, and sniffed a little, "... no one else would take care of a monster like me..." she sniffed again, and stood there in thought. No matter how much good she wanted to do, something always had to happen...and she was always burned...
"... I'm just... confused... I really want to help the light... but all I seem to inflict is misery upon it..." she sighed, and got on her knees starring at the ground, " ...maybe... I'm just not seeing what I'm supposed to do for Cosmos..." she spoke, knowing Abigail was not really there to listen to her, "I'm sorry, Miss Abigail..."
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General Beatrix
Another Heart
I commend your courage, but I will show you no mercy.
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Post by General Beatrix on Mar 13, 2011 20:19:19 GMT -5
"Sister Ray is at 100%, General!" called Sylvia at the bridge, "We are ready to go!"
This was all the great general needed to hear; anything else right now seemed redundant; even from her place on the bridge of the Red Rose, she could see the impact of the White Sister's burst of holy energy, as well as the sudden flash of darkness entering into the arena. However, Beatrix had to keep her mind on the current mission.
"Right!" she cried, and stood up, charging up to the railing that overlooked the bow. She glanced back in both directions to see her soldiers and teammates preparing, and then locked her sights onto the monstrosity that lay ahead.
"FIRE!!!"
And so it began, this frightening demonstration of the Brass Duke's prowess and the Alexandrian determination. From the lower decks of the Red Rose, a massive cannon emerged between the sliding hull doors, and began steaming. Several glass jars were dotted up and down the cannon's length on all four sides, and the plasma-like liquid inside began to boil, and a bright white light would soon begin to glow from deep within the barrel's pit.
"Behold, the Fury of Alexander!" roared General Beatrix, drawing out Save the Queen and hoisting it above her head.
A burst as radiant as Alexander's light itself shot forth from the Sister Ray and launched directly into the side of Atticus' former glory.
The good gummi galleon veered to the side so the blast would not catch them. The Brass Duke began shouting curses at the intercom and watched with anticipation the horrors unfold.
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Post by Twilight Path on Mar 14, 2011 9:01:41 GMT -5
There was a time, Sarah thought as she looked at the heartless came towards her, that she would have given up anything for Acteur. She remembered when she would have been more than willing to be a heartless for him. Staying by his side was all that she had wanted then. To be wherever he was and remain attached to him as long as she was left to live.
Now, her heart ached at the thought that Acteur might eternally go away. Still, there were things that could not be changed. Her heart's decision could not be changed. She knew what he had asked her. The last request of a person who loved her beyond a doubt. This was no time to hesitate. The serpent and the Acteur she loved guided her blade as she moved forward.
She made a circular measure with the blade, twirling on the toe of her right boot. Sarah was a talented musician, but there were dance classes that her family had forced her to take. She had been decent at them and ballet was one of the few she had did well enough to rival music. Her hands guided the key blade to cut each heartless in half if they didn't move.
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