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Wow... Three weeks late..Let's review what happened:
First weekend: Scout Square clean up with Scout troop (manditory...arg)
Second weekend: Drum line clinic thing (the clinician wasn't even there for us!) and new cell phone + new cell phone issues
Yesterday: Scout hut clean up and MARCHING COMPETITION!!!! (mad guitar solo...)
Anyway, I'm alive and the story is alive... Hobey-ho, let's go!
Helios sat in an ancient silver throne that was first put into Willow Castle at its conception. The albino was nonchalantly flipping through his new found treasure: the book A Treatise on Time that he had stumbled across in the library. However, his focus wasn't in the excerpts of epiphanies and revelations from the Tome of Prophecy. His thoughts were on the delinquent figure kneeling in shackles in front of him.
Sidrix walked into the room through the open doorway, then closed the door behind him. The main hall of Willow Castle was currently filled with the other occupants. Helios was at the head of the table, and to his immediate right and left sat Qell-Hadr and Tryllya. Next to Qell-Hadr sat Iod, Nestor, Requiem, and Laocoon. Next to Tryllya were Treble, Jors, and Ajax (hovering over the chair). The former member of the Neo- Organization sat next to the Voidrunner, and watched as Helios rose from his chair to address the kneeling teen.
"Ah, Trisn," Helios began. "Resistent as always. Allow me to use a cliche phrase, if I may. " The albino leaned close to Trisn's face. "Resistance is futile."
"Allow me to use a cliche as well, Helios," Trisn sneered, spitting out the albino's name as if it were week old rotting meat. "You're not the boss of me!" With that, the Reflection spat in Helios's face. But the albino was quicker. He jumped back, pulled out his Solar Rapier, and placed the crystal tip at the teen's throat.
"You are so misguided. You see, you have given your heart to the darkness. And as you continue to exist as a foolish Reflection, your heart will become increasingly corrupt, until there is nothing left but darkness. That is when you will become a Heartless. And I am the ultimate keeper of Heartless. The false Ansem doesn't hold a candle to the power at my disposal. In a manner of speaking, I am darkness. And by submitting to the Darkness, you have submitted to me..."
The glowing red gummi blocks shone like an enormous wall, signalling almost certain death. Harmony shook her head.
"Out of the frying pan..." she mumbled. Dirst sighed, then turned to Nire.
"Got any ideas?"
"Well, we coul do the same thing as last time..."
Dirst nodded. "A repeat it is. Strap in, it's going to be one wild ride!"
Without any warning, the ship lurched forward as Dirst pressed down on the acceleration pad and flew at the Heartless Armada. In response, twenty identical ships, each bearing the Emblem, flew after the trio of keybearers. Nire looked around for a button for weaponry like the other one had, but unfortunately the ship was only for civilian use.
"Out of luck. No weapons," Nire said.
Dirst rolled his eyes, then refocused. "Harmony and Nire, I need you to keep a look out at the Heartless, and tell me when the open fire. I intend to get us out of here with better results than last time."
Harmony nodded and turned around, and Nire followed suit. Dirst took his eyes off of the window for one second to bring up the Navi-G system. He pressed a button marked with a globe shape, and a holographic projection flickered to life. Each orb in the projection was marked with the various letters of their names. Dirst quickly searched through them and finally found the one he was looking for. He put his finger through the one labeled 'W.C.', and the projection faded. It reappeared as a hologram of the world itself, and a dashboard screen lit up with the words 'Course to Willow Castle Marked.' With this objective finished, Dirst focused back on driving just in time.
"Their firing!" Harmony shouted. In response, several beams of light sped toward the keybearers' ship. Dirst swung the steering wheel hard to the left, pushing down at the same time. The lasers from the Heartless ships flew by harmlessly. Again, Harmony gave the cue that the ships were firing. This time, Dirst moved up and left. However, one ship had managed to get a lock on him.
A laser flashed out from behind. The beam swerved, surprising Nire and Harmony, and the resulting hit made the entire gummi ship shudder.
"Where are we hit?" Dirst shouted to them.
"Tip of the dorsal wing. We should be okay." Harmony responded. She turned around, looking at the projection of the world Willow Castle.She also looked at the screen and noticed that it seemed they were nearing some sort of milestone for the directions to it. She tapped Dirst on the shoulder, who looked back at her.
"What?"
"We're nearing... something," Harmony said, pointing at the directional computer. Dirst looked at the screen, then looked ahead in the distance as a strange orange glow appeared. He didn't have time to ponder what it was, for Nire announced the onslaught of more Heartless fighters.
This time, Dirst tried to swerve up, down, back, and forth in a random sequence. As the laser blasts flew by, Dirst decided that this hastily developed tactic would work. Before the next volley of Heartless fire came, Dirst looked at the strange glow, which now appeared to be some sort of swiriling orange mass.
Electrical bolts flew out of it at an alarming rate.
Harmony saw it too, and then she looked at the Navi-G computer. The display now read 'Nearing Warp Hole. Use to go to Willow Castle.' She tapped Dirst on the shoulder, and he once again turned around.
"Yes? I'm a little busy-."
"Turn for the Warp Hole,"Harmony stated. Dirst's face went blank.
"What?"
"The orange swirly vortex thing in front of us!"
"Oh...," Dirst said, then caught himself. "That thing is spitting lightning like some sort of demonic beast! If we fly into it, we'll-."
"Just do it!" Harmony screamed. Dirst reluctantly obeyed, seeing it as the only way to get out of their predicament with the Heartless armada. As he thought, more lasers flew, nearly all finding their mark. The main engine shut down, drastically slowing the ship. Without further need to think, Dirst twisted the steering wheel and headed for the Warp Hole.
"This better work." He grumbled,"or else this is going to be a very short escape."
First weekend: Scout Square clean up with Scout troop (manditory...arg)
Second weekend: Drum line clinic thing (the clinician wasn't even there for us!) and new cell phone + new cell phone issues
Yesterday: Scout hut clean up and MARCHING COMPETITION!!!! (mad guitar solo...)
Anyway, I'm alive and the story is alive... Hobey-ho, let's go!
*32*
Close Encounters of the Fatal KindHelios sat in an ancient silver throne that was first put into Willow Castle at its conception. The albino was nonchalantly flipping through his new found treasure: the book A Treatise on Time that he had stumbled across in the library. However, his focus wasn't in the excerpts of epiphanies and revelations from the Tome of Prophecy. His thoughts were on the delinquent figure kneeling in shackles in front of him.
Sidrix walked into the room through the open doorway, then closed the door behind him. The main hall of Willow Castle was currently filled with the other occupants. Helios was at the head of the table, and to his immediate right and left sat Qell-Hadr and Tryllya. Next to Qell-Hadr sat Iod, Nestor, Requiem, and Laocoon. Next to Tryllya were Treble, Jors, and Ajax (hovering over the chair). The former member of the Neo- Organization sat next to the Voidrunner, and watched as Helios rose from his chair to address the kneeling teen.
"Ah, Trisn," Helios began. "Resistent as always. Allow me to use a cliche phrase, if I may. " The albino leaned close to Trisn's face. "Resistance is futile."
"Allow me to use a cliche as well, Helios," Trisn sneered, spitting out the albino's name as if it were week old rotting meat. "You're not the boss of me!" With that, the Reflection spat in Helios's face. But the albino was quicker. He jumped back, pulled out his Solar Rapier, and placed the crystal tip at the teen's throat.
"You are so misguided. You see, you have given your heart to the darkness. And as you continue to exist as a foolish Reflection, your heart will become increasingly corrupt, until there is nothing left but darkness. That is when you will become a Heartless. And I am the ultimate keeper of Heartless. The false Ansem doesn't hold a candle to the power at my disposal. In a manner of speaking, I am darkness. And by submitting to the Darkness, you have submitted to me..."
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The glowing red gummi blocks shone like an enormous wall, signalling almost certain death. Harmony shook her head.
"Out of the frying pan..." she mumbled. Dirst sighed, then turned to Nire.
"Got any ideas?"
"Well, we coul do the same thing as last time..."
Dirst nodded. "A repeat it is. Strap in, it's going to be one wild ride!"
Without any warning, the ship lurched forward as Dirst pressed down on the acceleration pad and flew at the Heartless Armada. In response, twenty identical ships, each bearing the Emblem, flew after the trio of keybearers. Nire looked around for a button for weaponry like the other one had, but unfortunately the ship was only for civilian use.
"Out of luck. No weapons," Nire said.
Dirst rolled his eyes, then refocused. "Harmony and Nire, I need you to keep a look out at the Heartless, and tell me when the open fire. I intend to get us out of here with better results than last time."
Harmony nodded and turned around, and Nire followed suit. Dirst took his eyes off of the window for one second to bring up the Navi-G system. He pressed a button marked with a globe shape, and a holographic projection flickered to life. Each orb in the projection was marked with the various letters of their names. Dirst quickly searched through them and finally found the one he was looking for. He put his finger through the one labeled 'W.C.', and the projection faded. It reappeared as a hologram of the world itself, and a dashboard screen lit up with the words 'Course to Willow Castle Marked.' With this objective finished, Dirst focused back on driving just in time.
"Their firing!" Harmony shouted. In response, several beams of light sped toward the keybearers' ship. Dirst swung the steering wheel hard to the left, pushing down at the same time. The lasers from the Heartless ships flew by harmlessly. Again, Harmony gave the cue that the ships were firing. This time, Dirst moved up and left. However, one ship had managed to get a lock on him.
A laser flashed out from behind. The beam swerved, surprising Nire and Harmony, and the resulting hit made the entire gummi ship shudder.
"Where are we hit?" Dirst shouted to them.
"Tip of the dorsal wing. We should be okay." Harmony responded. She turned around, looking at the projection of the world Willow Castle.She also looked at the screen and noticed that it seemed they were nearing some sort of milestone for the directions to it. She tapped Dirst on the shoulder, who looked back at her.
"What?"
"We're nearing... something," Harmony said, pointing at the directional computer. Dirst looked at the screen, then looked ahead in the distance as a strange orange glow appeared. He didn't have time to ponder what it was, for Nire announced the onslaught of more Heartless fighters.
This time, Dirst tried to swerve up, down, back, and forth in a random sequence. As the laser blasts flew by, Dirst decided that this hastily developed tactic would work. Before the next volley of Heartless fire came, Dirst looked at the strange glow, which now appeared to be some sort of swiriling orange mass.
Electrical bolts flew out of it at an alarming rate.
Harmony saw it too, and then she looked at the Navi-G computer. The display now read 'Nearing Warp Hole. Use to go to Willow Castle.' She tapped Dirst on the shoulder, and he once again turned around.
"Yes? I'm a little busy-."
"Turn for the Warp Hole,"Harmony stated. Dirst's face went blank.
"What?"
"The orange swirly vortex thing in front of us!"
"Oh...," Dirst said, then caught himself. "That thing is spitting lightning like some sort of demonic beast! If we fly into it, we'll-."
"Just do it!" Harmony screamed. Dirst reluctantly obeyed, seeing it as the only way to get out of their predicament with the Heartless armada. As he thought, more lasers flew, nearly all finding their mark. The main engine shut down, drastically slowing the ship. Without further need to think, Dirst twisted the steering wheel and headed for the Warp Hole.
"This better work." He grumbled,"or else this is going to be a very short escape."
NICE!!!!!!!!! Yeah, I have no more, no less to say.
Good chapter, can't wait for the next one! (Yeah I know I say this every time but how many different ways can you compliment a story with chapters?)
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Please do not feel you have to rush, but I was wondering when we may be able to see an update. The story is so amazing, and I am also really looking forward to the tournament. I am just curious; and again, please do not feel you have to rush because of me.
My computer got viratized week before last, so there was no available computer with which to continue mine fan fiction. I am currently at the local library, ready to update the story whose fans so richly deserve it.
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
Thirty- Two
Dirst piloted the gummi ship into the warp hole, Harmony and Nire no longer keeping watch on the rear of the Gummi ship. The only thing they saw at first was the orange clouds and lightning bolts that filled the turbulent celestial anomaly. The Gummi ship was jostled back and forth, and Dirst was beginning to lose hope in this plan. However, none of the lightning bolts in the clouds struck the ship, and after the beginning seconds of their voyage, the flight became much easier to deal with. Within one minute of their entrance of the warp hole, the three keybearers made it onto the other side with ease. They all let out a sigh of relief, and Dirst turned to Harmony.
“I guess I owe you an apology and a thank you for monitoring the Navi-Gummi. You really saved our skins.”
Harmony smiled. “I wouldn’t have had skins to save if you and Nire hadn’t worked together when we first arrived on Velo-City.”
They sat back down; Dirst gave Nire a quick fist-pump, and Harmony took another look at the Navi-Gummi computer. The display panel currently read: “Continue on straight course to WillowCastle.” She pointed the directions out to Dirst, who slammed the accel-pad. His eyes focused intently on the star filled expanse of space ahead, and as he watched, one of them grew larger until it was discernable as a world.
“It is here that our journey ends.” Dirst thought. “And I swear, Helios will pay for all that he has done to wreak havoc among the worlds.”
!@()**^**()@! !@()**^**()@! !@()**^**()@!
“Only one more day until the Cirque du Mort commences,” Helios pondered, sitting quietly in the library and reading his new found favorite, A Treatise on Time. “Yet the keybearers are not here. Was my Heartless Armada to powerful? Will there be no keybearers for sport here at my games?”
He had no further time to think about the fate of his nemeses, for Treble entered the room, bearing a message.
“Sir, there are two contestants here for the Cirque du Mort.”
“And they are… who?” Helios replied.
“Victor Xylek Winn, chairman of the Xylek Robotics Corporation, and AlphaBeta, a robotics project of the Xylek Corporation.”
“So that gives us… thirteen competitors present, including the eleven currently residing in the castle. Tell Chairman Winn that he is welcome to the Grand Bedroom on floor four for his personal quarters, and his robot may have a spot in Iod’s technical laboratory. Anything else?”
Treble began to shake his head, and then watched as several gummi ships landed on the outskirts of the castle. “Actually, sir, it seems that more contestants have arrived.”
“I’ll meet them in the Foyer,” Helios said, thus ending the conversation. Treble bowed, and then crept out of the room. He walked down a hallway from the Library and into the Foyer. Chairman Winn and AlphaBeta stood off in a corner. Treble was instantly reminded of the gathering of the escaped prisoners here in the beginning stages of the Cirque du Mort. As his reveries over took him, he watched as other people began to walk into the Foyer through the main gates. He counted as each one walked in, beginning with one after the thirteen already present. He counted twenty-seven tournament combatants, meaning there were fourteen new arrivals. However, the keybearers were still not present.
“Where are they?” Treble muttered under his breath. “If they don’t show up, Helios will be extremely angry, and one way or another, that anger is going to be released on one person: me.” He kept a vigilant watch, waiting for the keybearers to arrive, silently praying that they would arrive in order to save his own skin and also for another reason.
He wanted to see them fail miserably.
!@()**^**()@! !@()**^**()@! !@()**^**()@!
Dusk was beginning to settle in as Dirst landed the Gummi ship safely on the ground around a hundred yards from the castle. The three keybearers got out of the Gummi ship and looked at the immense fortress that was WillowCastle. The ruin stood around fifteen stories high, surrounded by a slowly thinning row of willow trees. It had one main building, a circular tower covered with a dome, and several connecting structures of the same shape, yet only about one third of the size of the inner tower. Nire was the first one to notice that they weren’t the only ones here. He counted ten different ships, each of varying size, shape, and color.
“What’s going on here?” Nire asked. “Some sort of villain party?”
“Maybe so,” Harmony said. “Let’s take a look inside.” She then pointed to the main door, made of some indistinguishable rotting wood. Without consent from the others, she headed over to examine it. Dirst looked at Nire and then followed Harmony to the main entrance. As he walked, he observed the scenery. Other than the ring of willow trees around the castle, the only indigenous life was the scraggly remnants of grass that sprouted up randomly in the rough dirt. When they hit the tree grove, Dirst noted that a ring of perfectly manicured grass ran where the trees did. Then, the natural landscape gave way to a low staircase made of granite, which led the way up to the main door. The trio of keybearers jogged up the staircase, walked to the door, and peeked inside a hole in the rotting wood. Standing in side was a group of beings, each as widely varied as the gummi ships that had carried them to the decrepid ruin of WillowCastle. Dirst looked at the other two, and began to plan.
“Okay. We’re going to go in there and blend in with the crowd. When we see who we think is Helios, we will wait until he walks to a secluded area to attack. Got it?”
“Uh, Dirst,” Harmony said.
“Yes, Harmony?” Dirst replied.
“Helios is supposed to be the most powerful and most violent character in all of the worlds. How exactly are we, three novice Lead-bearers, supposed to defeat him?”
“Well…,” Dirst murmured, searching for one way to kill the madman they were after. He finally gave up, then revised the plan. “Nevermind the attack part. Just study him for now.” With that, he budged the door open so they could slip through, entered the Foyer, and the other two reluctantly followed.
The Foyer was a wide open space, and even with the several occupants it held there was plenty of space to do just about whatever. Dirst took a quick survey of his surroundings, then walked into the crowd. Nire and Harmony followed suit, and right when they were in the group, Helios emerged from an upper level balcony.
“Greetings, great heroes and cunning warriors. I am Helios, your host here in this castle, and I cordially welcome you to the Cirque du Mort. Now, if you will, please say your names so that I might know who the combatants are for this tournament. Starting… here.” He pointed to a man in the corner, who began the proceedings.
“Treble.” The names went down the line.
“Iod.”
“Tryllya.”
“Jors.”
“Qell-Hadr, prince of Yornzo.”
“Nestor.”
“Trisn.”
“Laocoon.”
Dirst noticed that the next being in line was a strange creature with a skull like head and tentacled arms. It spoke no words, but the name was clear in all minds.
“Ajax.” The names continued.
“Requiem.” Dirst nearly jumped out of his skin at hearing the name. He was silently delighted, knowing that Requiem would face vengeance just as Helios would.
“Xeo.”
“Bruce.”
“Ajedel.”
“Lapux.”
“Naetes.”
“Takeshi Uior.”
”War.”
”Tsunayoshi Hightes.”
”Aiduramer.”
”Carcaroth, The Warg Knight.”
”Volnar Balrung.”
”Dartanian Cryoliz.”
Seeing no other alternatives, Dirst gave his name. Despite obvious stealth problems, Harmony and Nire followed his example.
“Well, now that we are aquainted, let us get some rest,” Helios proclaimed, his voice echoing around the massive Foyer. “Tomorrow, the tournament begins. Seeing as the ‘sign-ups’, so to speak, are closed, I will enter my self and three Heartless minions into the tournament. Good night, and may more than one of the thirty-two combatants make it out alive…”
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away...
-*33*-
Thirty- Two
Dirst piloted the gummi ship into the warp hole, Harmony and Nire no longer keeping watch on the rear of the Gummi ship. The only thing they saw at first was the orange clouds and lightning bolts that filled the turbulent celestial anomaly. The Gummi ship was jostled back and forth, and Dirst was beginning to lose hope in this plan. However, none of the lightning bolts in the clouds struck the ship, and after the beginning seconds of their voyage, the flight became much easier to deal with. Within one minute of their entrance of the warp hole, the three keybearers made it onto the other side with ease. They all let out a sigh of relief, and Dirst turned to Harmony.
“I guess I owe you an apology and a thank you for monitoring the Navi-Gummi. You really saved our skins.”
Harmony smiled. “I wouldn’t have had skins to save if you and Nire hadn’t worked together when we first arrived on Velo-City.”
They sat back down; Dirst gave Nire a quick fist-pump, and Harmony took another look at the Navi-Gummi computer. The display panel currently read: “Continue on straight course to WillowCastle.” She pointed the directions out to Dirst, who slammed the accel-pad. His eyes focused intently on the star filled expanse of space ahead, and as he watched, one of them grew larger until it was discernable as a world.
“It is here that our journey ends.” Dirst thought. “And I swear, Helios will pay for all that he has done to wreak havoc among the worlds.”
!@()**^**()@! !@()**^**()@! !@()**^**()@!
“Only one more day until the Cirque du Mort commences,” Helios pondered, sitting quietly in the library and reading his new found favorite, A Treatise on Time. “Yet the keybearers are not here. Was my Heartless Armada to powerful? Will there be no keybearers for sport here at my games?”
He had no further time to think about the fate of his nemeses, for Treble entered the room, bearing a message.
“Sir, there are two contestants here for the Cirque du Mort.”
“And they are… who?” Helios replied.
“Victor Xylek Winn, chairman of the Xylek Robotics Corporation, and AlphaBeta, a robotics project of the Xylek Corporation.”
“So that gives us… thirteen competitors present, including the eleven currently residing in the castle. Tell Chairman Winn that he is welcome to the Grand Bedroom on floor four for his personal quarters, and his robot may have a spot in Iod’s technical laboratory. Anything else?”
Treble began to shake his head, and then watched as several gummi ships landed on the outskirts of the castle. “Actually, sir, it seems that more contestants have arrived.”
“I’ll meet them in the Foyer,” Helios said, thus ending the conversation. Treble bowed, and then crept out of the room. He walked down a hallway from the Library and into the Foyer. Chairman Winn and AlphaBeta stood off in a corner. Treble was instantly reminded of the gathering of the escaped prisoners here in the beginning stages of the Cirque du Mort. As his reveries over took him, he watched as other people began to walk into the Foyer through the main gates. He counted as each one walked in, beginning with one after the thirteen already present. He counted twenty-seven tournament combatants, meaning there were fourteen new arrivals. However, the keybearers were still not present.
“Where are they?” Treble muttered under his breath. “If they don’t show up, Helios will be extremely angry, and one way or another, that anger is going to be released on one person: me.” He kept a vigilant watch, waiting for the keybearers to arrive, silently praying that they would arrive in order to save his own skin and also for another reason.
He wanted to see them fail miserably.
!@()**^**()@! !@()**^**()@! !@()**^**()@!
Dusk was beginning to settle in as Dirst landed the Gummi ship safely on the ground around a hundred yards from the castle. The three keybearers got out of the Gummi ship and looked at the immense fortress that was WillowCastle. The ruin stood around fifteen stories high, surrounded by a slowly thinning row of willow trees. It had one main building, a circular tower covered with a dome, and several connecting structures of the same shape, yet only about one third of the size of the inner tower. Nire was the first one to notice that they weren’t the only ones here. He counted ten different ships, each of varying size, shape, and color.
“What’s going on here?” Nire asked. “Some sort of villain party?”
“Maybe so,” Harmony said. “Let’s take a look inside.” She then pointed to the main door, made of some indistinguishable rotting wood. Without consent from the others, she headed over to examine it. Dirst looked at Nire and then followed Harmony to the main entrance. As he walked, he observed the scenery. Other than the ring of willow trees around the castle, the only indigenous life was the scraggly remnants of grass that sprouted up randomly in the rough dirt. When they hit the tree grove, Dirst noted that a ring of perfectly manicured grass ran where the trees did. Then, the natural landscape gave way to a low staircase made of granite, which led the way up to the main door. The trio of keybearers jogged up the staircase, walked to the door, and peeked inside a hole in the rotting wood. Standing in side was a group of beings, each as widely varied as the gummi ships that had carried them to the decrepid ruin of WillowCastle. Dirst looked at the other two, and began to plan.
“Okay. We’re going to go in there and blend in with the crowd. When we see who we think is Helios, we will wait until he walks to a secluded area to attack. Got it?”
“Uh, Dirst,” Harmony said.
“Yes, Harmony?” Dirst replied.
“Helios is supposed to be the most powerful and most violent character in all of the worlds. How exactly are we, three novice Lead-bearers, supposed to defeat him?”
“Well…,” Dirst murmured, searching for one way to kill the madman they were after. He finally gave up, then revised the plan. “Nevermind the attack part. Just study him for now.” With that, he budged the door open so they could slip through, entered the Foyer, and the other two reluctantly followed.
The Foyer was a wide open space, and even with the several occupants it held there was plenty of space to do just about whatever. Dirst took a quick survey of his surroundings, then walked into the crowd. Nire and Harmony followed suit, and right when they were in the group, Helios emerged from an upper level balcony.
“Greetings, great heroes and cunning warriors. I am Helios, your host here in this castle, and I cordially welcome you to the Cirque du Mort. Now, if you will, please say your names so that I might know who the combatants are for this tournament. Starting… here.” He pointed to a man in the corner, who began the proceedings.
“Treble.” The names went down the line.
“Iod.”
“Tryllya.”
“Jors.”
“Qell-Hadr, prince of Yornzo.”
“Nestor.”
“Trisn.”
“Laocoon.”
Dirst noticed that the next being in line was a strange creature with a skull like head and tentacled arms. It spoke no words, but the name was clear in all minds.
“Ajax.” The names continued.
“Requiem.” Dirst nearly jumped out of his skin at hearing the name. He was silently delighted, knowing that Requiem would face vengeance just as Helios would.
“Xeo.”
“Bruce.”
“Ajedel.”
“Lapux.”
“Naetes.”
“Takeshi Uior.”
”War.”
”Tsunayoshi Hightes.”
”Aiduramer.”
”Carcaroth, The Warg Knight.”
”Volnar Balrung.”
”Dartanian Cryoliz.”
Seeing no other alternatives, Dirst gave his name. Despite obvious stealth problems, Harmony and Nire followed his example.
“Well, now that we are aquainted, let us get some rest,” Helios proclaimed, his voice echoing around the massive Foyer. “Tomorrow, the tournament begins. Seeing as the ‘sign-ups’, so to speak, are closed, I will enter my self and three Heartless minions into the tournament. Good night, and may more than one of the thirty-two combatants make it out alive…”
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Yay! The cirque is about to begin! Great chapter as well.
YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't wait till it starts. How do you know the order?
OH YEAH BABE
War's gonna own everyone. >:3 Because he, quite simply, is unbeatable in his own form. I should revive War, put more thought into him.
War's gonna own everyone. >:3 Because he, quite simply, is unbeatable in his own form. I should revive War, put more thought into him.
War may win the Cirque du Mort, but he will not become...
THE KING OF ALL WORLDS!
Teal letters are AWESOME!!!
THE KING OF ALL WORLDS!
Teal letters are AWESOME!!!
Who will become
THE KING OF ALL WORLDS then?
THE KING OF ALL WORLDS then?
The King of All Worlds will be...
H0g, I already told you, like, last January...
Anyway, I don't have time to write a new chapter. Things got hectic with marching band, church clean ups, Boy Scouts, etc. Sorry...
H0g, I already told you, like, last January...
Anyway, I don't have time to write a new chapter. Things got hectic with marching band, church clean ups, Boy Scouts, etc. Sorry...
'tis okay, Davy. Just have it here before next year. Yeah. That gives you two months. If you need longer, 'tis fine, too.
Eh tis all well and good matey!
Keep it a'coming at your leisure and we'll be awaiting to read it, eh?
Keep it a'coming at your leisure and we'll be awaiting to read it, eh?
At last! The latest chapter of the Cirque du Mort is here.
And guess what begins...THE TITLE!!!...
Hobey-ho, let's go.
Note: There is a subtle video game reference. If you can find it, rep to you!!!
The morning sun shone bright on the metallic surface of Mechano Coliseum. The only mar on the mirror of a floor was Iod, who was doing some last minute checking on systems for the Cirque du Mort. PDA in hand, he pulled up a program, plugged a small cord into the device, and inserted the other end into a small jack in the middle of the floor. A screen popped up, announcing "Scan in Progress." After about a minute of computerized scrutiny, the screen read "All Functions Normal. Environments Unphased." The devious mechanic smiled, knowing that this, his most glorious creation, was a success.
Iod unplugged the cord from the jack in the coliseum. It immediately filled in with a mercury-like fluid, leaving the battlefield perfect. Iod then walked off of the floor and into a concourse. The darkness in the tunnel left Iod effectively blind, so he slipped on his goggles. Instantly, the concourse seemed to be in full daylight, thanks to a night-vision upgrade in his goggles. The concourse branched into a T-shape, and Iod turned to the left. After about twenty feet, the tunnel opened up into a terminal, inside of which was a small Gummi ship. Iod pulled out his PDA, and pressed a small button on the side. A door of the gummi ship opened up. He walked over and hopped in.
Grabbing the steering wheel, he pressed his foot down on the accel-pad and pulled the wheel out. The Gummi ship lifted up and hovered over the floor. Iod turned the ship around, and in response a small grey wall opened up, revealing the blackness of space with Willow Castle looming near. Iod pressed the accelerator down and flew out of the terminal to Willow Castle.
"Things are going to begin," Iod told himself. "Now, the fruit of my effort shall be put to the test. It's show time."
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Helios placed a new white suit on, looking at the new tailored clothing piece in a mirror. After he was satisfied, he tied a black tie around his neck, and stuffed a small watch into his white trousers. The albino then walked outside of his room and onto the balcony. The sun was bright and shining, but the shadow of a small Gummi ship marred the sky. Helios smiled, knowing that Iod was finished with the preparations. He looked around the balcony, then climbed up onto the barrier around it. After a quick glance down, the albino jumped off of the ledge. Air rushed by as he fell for about twenty-nine stories, and at the beginning of the thirtieth story the fall abruptly slowed, allowing him to hit the ground noiselessly. He patted his hair down to make it look better, then headed over to where the Gummi ship containing Iod had landed.
"So, I presume everything is going perfectly," Helios stated as Iod hopped out of the small craft.
"Yessir, things are going very well. Soon, all of the fighters will enter the Coliseum, and the games shall begin."
"Good... Soon, the Stone shall be mine..." Helios's voice dropped off towards the end of his sentence.
"Excuse me?" Iod asked.
Helios shook his head, then headed to the main doors of Willow Castle, leaving Iod to ponder the albino's words.
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Dirst was awakened by the sound of knocking on his bedroom door. For a sadistic maniac, Helios was very generous in his accommodation. Dirst looked around and noticed that the room was bathed in light from the large window on one side of his bed. He quickly hopped out of bed and slipped on a pair of shoes, for he had slept in his clothes.
"Yes?" Dirst asked.
The door opened, and Treble stuck his head inside.
"Your presence is requested in the foyer along with the rest of the fighters."
Dirst nodded his thanks, then Treble left. Dirst looked in the mirror and stared himself down.
"Today is where my revenge starts."
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Dirst met up with Harmony and Nire at the top of the stair case on their floor. They each greeted one another with a simple hello, but everyone knew that today was more than simple. They walked down the staircase in a row, and upon reaching the bottom the saw a few others there. One was a man in a suit. He walked up to the three and shook each of their hands in turn.
"Victor Xylek Winn at your service, president of the Xylek Robotics Corporation," he said. The three young keybearers each gave their names. The three then saw tall, red-haired figure in the corner. Dirst was about to walk over when President Winn held him back.
"That's Alpha-Beta, and android creation of my company. He's rather, shall we say... psychopathic?"
Another figure was dressed in a black cloak. Dirst looked at the one who looked to be a young guy, but then another caught his attention. Dirst would have recognized that black mane from anywhere.
Instead of acting rash, however, Dirst calmly walked up to the assassin and stared him straight in the eyes.
"We meet again, Requiem."
The reflection smiled. "Indeed we do, pupil of Riku. It is an honor to once again fight with you."
"Shut up!" Dirst snapped. "By the end of this tournament, I will have beaten you."
"Your heart wishes it, but you know that there is a black pit of doubt there," Requiem nonchalantly replied. Dirst was about to retort, but Helios appeared in the light of the main gate, his white-clad figure barely discernible in the bright light.
"Good morning, competitors. The rest of the fighters have already awoken and have gone to the Coliseum. So please, hurry, so we may begin the tournament!"
With that, the albino turned and walked out of the door way. The group of combatants followed, with Dirst still glowering at Requiem. They all headed out into the bright morning light and into a large shuttle Gummi ship. The craft looked like it could easily seat around twenty people. All of them climbed in. Dirst noticed that one man was already in the pilot's seat; he recalled that the pilot's name was Iod. However, Dirst paid him no more attention and strapped into his seat. When all were seated, Iod lifted the ship off of the ground and flew it off into the distance.
The flight took around five minutes. As the ship approached Mechano Coliseum, Helios could tell that everyone was in awe of Iod's master creation. The one thing that stood out most in his mind was the terminal entrance: it was in the mouth of a giant skull. Iod, although a major engineer, definitely had good decorative ideas. The ship neared the giant skull, and the mouth opened to show a landing terminal. Iod piloted the ship in effortlessly and landed it in the center of the terminal. The door opened, and all of them including the pilot clambered out. Helios led them all into the concourse tunnels and onto the glossy surface of the coliseum fighting grounds. The others were already standing there, and the entire group together made twenty-nine participants.
Helios pointed to the floor of the coliseum, and it began to swirl around him. Finally, the mercurial substance created a podium and a platform. He stepped up and addressed the crowd, which was stunned into silence by the strange happening.
"As you may or may not have realized, we only have twenty-nine fighters here including all of us. In order to have a perfect tournament, the closest number is thirty-two without excluding any fighters. So, I have taken the liberty of summoning three powerful Heartless who will enter the tournament as merely place fillers; they should be no match for fighters of your caliber."
With that, he pointed to the concourse tunnel. Instantly, three creatures came out. The first was a creeping blue and white mass with sporadic energy bolts shooting out of it. As it came into the sunshine, it formed two hands and eyes that glared at the others. The Emblem was visible on its chest. The second heartless was a three-headed dragon creature. Its necks were covered in thorns, and on each foot it had a strange blade structure. The third creature did not come out of the concourse; rather, it materialized right in front of it. The bright sun was blocked out as a twenty-story tall behemoth towered above. It was coated in a thick wall of stone armor, and around its arms were orange rings. It glared down on the other competitor with cold blue eyes.
Helios looked at his latest Heartless, then glanced at the crowd. "Now, some things to now. Number one: each battle will feature a new environment for the combatants. Number two: the battle match-ups will be random in each round; there will be no bracket. Number three: fight until one gives up or dies. Any questions?"
No one said a word, but the strange looks in each of their eyes communicated all that was needed. Helios smiled; he felt their anticipation and fear.
"Now, let us begin. Our first match is... DIRST VERSUS SORCERER TOWER!!!"
Immediately, the other thirty competitors not fighting were transported into the stands, leaving Dirst in the shadow of the colossal heartless standing on the field next to him. As they stood there, the flawless floor transformed. Silver blobs formed into sparse grass, old ruins, and one tower that was only about half as tall as the Sorcerer Tower. At the top of it was a bell.
Soon, Helios's voice resonated throughout the coliseum. "Let the match begin." And with that, the bell began to ring a slow, macabre drone. Simultaneously, the colossal Heartless pointed its arm at Dirst, and a strange hissing noise sounded. Dirst looked up to see the Sorcerer Tower forming a bolt of energy.
"This is not good..."
And guess what begins...THE TITLE!!!...
Hobey-ho, let's go.
Note: There is a subtle video game reference. If you can find it, rep to you!!!
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Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls...The morning sun shone bright on the metallic surface of Mechano Coliseum. The only mar on the mirror of a floor was Iod, who was doing some last minute checking on systems for the Cirque du Mort. PDA in hand, he pulled up a program, plugged a small cord into the device, and inserted the other end into a small jack in the middle of the floor. A screen popped up, announcing "Scan in Progress." After about a minute of computerized scrutiny, the screen read "All Functions Normal. Environments Unphased." The devious mechanic smiled, knowing that this, his most glorious creation, was a success.
Iod unplugged the cord from the jack in the coliseum. It immediately filled in with a mercury-like fluid, leaving the battlefield perfect. Iod then walked off of the floor and into a concourse. The darkness in the tunnel left Iod effectively blind, so he slipped on his goggles. Instantly, the concourse seemed to be in full daylight, thanks to a night-vision upgrade in his goggles. The concourse branched into a T-shape, and Iod turned to the left. After about twenty feet, the tunnel opened up into a terminal, inside of which was a small Gummi ship. Iod pulled out his PDA, and pressed a small button on the side. A door of the gummi ship opened up. He walked over and hopped in.
Grabbing the steering wheel, he pressed his foot down on the accel-pad and pulled the wheel out. The Gummi ship lifted up and hovered over the floor. Iod turned the ship around, and in response a small grey wall opened up, revealing the blackness of space with Willow Castle looming near. Iod pressed the accelerator down and flew out of the terminal to Willow Castle.
"Things are going to begin," Iod told himself. "Now, the fruit of my effort shall be put to the test. It's show time."
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Helios placed a new white suit on, looking at the new tailored clothing piece in a mirror. After he was satisfied, he tied a black tie around his neck, and stuffed a small watch into his white trousers. The albino then walked outside of his room and onto the balcony. The sun was bright and shining, but the shadow of a small Gummi ship marred the sky. Helios smiled, knowing that Iod was finished with the preparations. He looked around the balcony, then climbed up onto the barrier around it. After a quick glance down, the albino jumped off of the ledge. Air rushed by as he fell for about twenty-nine stories, and at the beginning of the thirtieth story the fall abruptly slowed, allowing him to hit the ground noiselessly. He patted his hair down to make it look better, then headed over to where the Gummi ship containing Iod had landed.
"So, I presume everything is going perfectly," Helios stated as Iod hopped out of the small craft.
"Yessir, things are going very well. Soon, all of the fighters will enter the Coliseum, and the games shall begin."
"Good... Soon, the Stone shall be mine..." Helios's voice dropped off towards the end of his sentence.
"Excuse me?" Iod asked.
Helios shook his head, then headed to the main doors of Willow Castle, leaving Iod to ponder the albino's words.
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Dirst was awakened by the sound of knocking on his bedroom door. For a sadistic maniac, Helios was very generous in his accommodation. Dirst looked around and noticed that the room was bathed in light from the large window on one side of his bed. He quickly hopped out of bed and slipped on a pair of shoes, for he had slept in his clothes.
"Yes?" Dirst asked.
The door opened, and Treble stuck his head inside.
"Your presence is requested in the foyer along with the rest of the fighters."
Dirst nodded his thanks, then Treble left. Dirst looked in the mirror and stared himself down.
"Today is where my revenge starts."
(*^*~*^*)=+=(*^*~*^*)=+=(*^*~*^*)
Dirst met up with Harmony and Nire at the top of the stair case on their floor. They each greeted one another with a simple hello, but everyone knew that today was more than simple. They walked down the staircase in a row, and upon reaching the bottom the saw a few others there. One was a man in a suit. He walked up to the three and shook each of their hands in turn.
"Victor Xylek Winn at your service, president of the Xylek Robotics Corporation," he said. The three young keybearers each gave their names. The three then saw tall, red-haired figure in the corner. Dirst was about to walk over when President Winn held him back.
"That's Alpha-Beta, and android creation of my company. He's rather, shall we say... psychopathic?"
Another figure was dressed in a black cloak. Dirst looked at the one who looked to be a young guy, but then another caught his attention. Dirst would have recognized that black mane from anywhere.
Instead of acting rash, however, Dirst calmly walked up to the assassin and stared him straight in the eyes.
"We meet again, Requiem."
The reflection smiled. "Indeed we do, pupil of Riku. It is an honor to once again fight with you."
"Shut up!" Dirst snapped. "By the end of this tournament, I will have beaten you."
"Your heart wishes it, but you know that there is a black pit of doubt there," Requiem nonchalantly replied. Dirst was about to retort, but Helios appeared in the light of the main gate, his white-clad figure barely discernible in the bright light.
"Good morning, competitors. The rest of the fighters have already awoken and have gone to the Coliseum. So please, hurry, so we may begin the tournament!"
With that, the albino turned and walked out of the door way. The group of combatants followed, with Dirst still glowering at Requiem. They all headed out into the bright morning light and into a large shuttle Gummi ship. The craft looked like it could easily seat around twenty people. All of them climbed in. Dirst noticed that one man was already in the pilot's seat; he recalled that the pilot's name was Iod. However, Dirst paid him no more attention and strapped into his seat. When all were seated, Iod lifted the ship off of the ground and flew it off into the distance.
The flight took around five minutes. As the ship approached Mechano Coliseum, Helios could tell that everyone was in awe of Iod's master creation. The one thing that stood out most in his mind was the terminal entrance: it was in the mouth of a giant skull. Iod, although a major engineer, definitely had good decorative ideas. The ship neared the giant skull, and the mouth opened to show a landing terminal. Iod piloted the ship in effortlessly and landed it in the center of the terminal. The door opened, and all of them including the pilot clambered out. Helios led them all into the concourse tunnels and onto the glossy surface of the coliseum fighting grounds. The others were already standing there, and the entire group together made twenty-nine participants.
Helios pointed to the floor of the coliseum, and it began to swirl around him. Finally, the mercurial substance created a podium and a platform. He stepped up and addressed the crowd, which was stunned into silence by the strange happening.
"As you may or may not have realized, we only have twenty-nine fighters here including all of us. In order to have a perfect tournament, the closest number is thirty-two without excluding any fighters. So, I have taken the liberty of summoning three powerful Heartless who will enter the tournament as merely place fillers; they should be no match for fighters of your caliber."
With that, he pointed to the concourse tunnel. Instantly, three creatures came out. The first was a creeping blue and white mass with sporadic energy bolts shooting out of it. As it came into the sunshine, it formed two hands and eyes that glared at the others. The Emblem was visible on its chest. The second heartless was a three-headed dragon creature. Its necks were covered in thorns, and on each foot it had a strange blade structure. The third creature did not come out of the concourse; rather, it materialized right in front of it. The bright sun was blocked out as a twenty-story tall behemoth towered above. It was coated in a thick wall of stone armor, and around its arms were orange rings. It glared down on the other competitor with cold blue eyes.
Helios looked at his latest Heartless, then glanced at the crowd. "Now, some things to now. Number one: each battle will feature a new environment for the combatants. Number two: the battle match-ups will be random in each round; there will be no bracket. Number three: fight until one gives up or dies. Any questions?"
No one said a word, but the strange looks in each of their eyes communicated all that was needed. Helios smiled; he felt their anticipation and fear.
"Now, let us begin. Our first match is... DIRST VERSUS SORCERER TOWER!!!"
Immediately, the other thirty competitors not fighting were transported into the stands, leaving Dirst in the shadow of the colossal heartless standing on the field next to him. As they stood there, the flawless floor transformed. Silver blobs formed into sparse grass, old ruins, and one tower that was only about half as tall as the Sorcerer Tower. At the top of it was a bell.
Soon, Helios's voice resonated throughout the coliseum. "Let the match begin." And with that, the bell began to ring a slow, macabre drone. Simultaneously, the colossal Heartless pointed its arm at Dirst, and a strange hissing noise sounded. Dirst looked up to see the Sorcerer Tower forming a bolt of energy.
"This is not good..."
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It needs some moar war
then itll be good :<
then itll be good :<
Patience, Sir Meta Knight.
By the way, do you know what the video game reference and play on words in here is? I'm sure that Herr H0g would know if he paid attention to the story...
EDIT: OMG! 200th post in Cirque du Mort. Also, I've put the story in Word, and so far it is 92 full typed pages at twelve point font. Take from that what you will.
By the way, do you know what the video game reference and play on words in here is? I'm sure that Herr H0g would know if he paid attention to the story...
EDIT: OMG! 200th post in Cirque du Mort. Also, I've put the story in Word, and so far it is 92 full typed pages at twelve point font. Take from that what you will.
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