Chp. 20 will be up soon. I wonder where pk went...
With out him, there can be no more mushroom clouds. *is sad*
With out him, there can be no more mushroom clouds. *is sad*
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Sooner than expected. Well, here... we... GO!
Note: The title for this title isn’t exactly original. If you have the KHOST, then you’ll know what I mean. Two phrases are from the KHIIOST. (Look for them!)
-*20*-
Blast Away!
Birds chirped outside in the courtyard of the Celestial Convent. The morning was issued in with the tolling of the carillon. Dirst slowly opened his eyes, letting his pupils adjust to the incoming light that flooded his vision. He pulled himself up and stretched. The perfect morning was almost surreal. Dirst knew that it didn’t fit the day’s agenda. In around half an hour he would be leaving this place that had been his home since he was seven. Eight years had made this monolithic stone structure into a peaceful reprieve of light. Now he had to leave.
Might as well grin and bear it.
Nire awoke to the same wonderful sounds and sights as Dirst. However, everything Nire saw was turned some shade of blue due to the mask in front of his face. Nire knew he had a personal vendetta against Helios. An albino with a mean streak a mile wide and a rapier of flames: no one else could have fit the description. The sixteen year old unplugged his body from the cable that charged it and walked out of the room. Today he would start on a journey of vengeance. For himself. For Sora. For his parents.
He felt tears come to his eyes when he remembered their smiling faces. Helios would definitely pay.
Harmony hadn’t slept a wink. Anticipation of the upcoming journey had kept her up. She wanted to tell all of her friends, but she knew that this was not to be. Fear of the unknown filled her mind. Lastly, she was uncertain of her abilities as a keybearer. She was sixteen like Nire, but she wasn’t much of a fighter. She always tried to please people. However, something in the words of Riku had spurred an emotion she very rarely felt.
Anger.
Harmony realized that Helios was a pure evil. She felt the pain of a thousand people. But most of all, she came to a very solemn conclusion. Helios had murdered her mother and brother. Harmony often wished that Balian were here to comfort her. He wasn’t like most brothers. He understood and helped.
She sighed. Nostalgia wasn’t helping right now. The desire for all that is lost would have to be put on hold.
The three lead-bearers eventually made their way down to the main gates. One by one they filed out into the courtyard. Riku was now black gloves, black shoes, and a black cloak. In around his eyes was tied a bandana.
“What’s with the Goth motif?” Dirst asked.
Riku gave him a blank stare. “Black happens to be the color of mourners. Also, last time I wore this I was on a mission for light. Now, I am once again on such a mission. But enough talk. Are we ready to go?”
The three teens nodded. Riku gave a faint smile. “Show me the keys.”
Dirst was first. He pulled out his keychain, and it immediately materialized into Light Side. Nire pulled his out next, and it turned into Cosmic Thorn. Lastly, Harmony confidently held out her keychain which changed into Sands of Time. Satisfied, Riku thrust forward Way to the Dawn. Everyone put their keyblade in the center of the group. All the tips touched, and when this occurred a blinding light engulfed the courtyard. When it subsided, and everyone could see again (besides Riku), they noticed that in the middle of the high wall surrounding the courtyard there was a keyhole. Surprised, the three teens walked forward to examine it. With the magic of the keyblade, the wall had seamlessly re-formed to make room for the keyhole.
A bright light zipped past them and into the keyhole. It glimmered for a moment, then it closed up. Bewildered, the three looked back at Riku.
“That is what you do when you see a keyhole. Now that we’ve got this world sealed off from the Heartless, we can continue on our journey. This won’t be the only keyhole we’ll have to seal, so be on the lookout for them. We not only need to avenge Sora, but we have to save the worlds from the Heartless and Nobodies. It’s our duty as keybearers.”
Riku was met with blank stares from the teens.
“Uh…,”Dirst began. “What are Heartless and Nobodies?”
Riku shook his head and smiled. “I’ll tell you on the way.”
“One more question,” Nire added. “How are we leaving here to go to other worlds. I don’t see any gummi ships around.”
Riku smiled once more. “That’s where you are wrong.” With that, he opened the gates that led outside the confines of the main wall. Sitting outside on a rocky precipice overlooking empty space sat a gummi ship. The cockpit was a large clear orb, and jutting out from there were two wings. Two guns were attached to each wing, and on one there sat a radar-like mechanism. Two large engines were stuck at the back of each gun.
“Off we go,” Riku said, and with that everyone climbed into the cockpit. It seated each person comfortably. Riku pulled up a control panel on the clear surface. He pressed a few buttons, and the engines roared to life. He pushed another set of buttons, and the ship took off into the star filled sky. And off they went. Some of the elders looked out their windows and saw them disappear into a twinkle in the sky.
Note: The title for this title isn’t exactly original. If you have the KHOST, then you’ll know what I mean. Two phrases are from the KHIIOST. (Look for them!)
-*20*-
Blast Away!
Birds chirped outside in the courtyard of the Celestial Convent. The morning was issued in with the tolling of the carillon. Dirst slowly opened his eyes, letting his pupils adjust to the incoming light that flooded his vision. He pulled himself up and stretched. The perfect morning was almost surreal. Dirst knew that it didn’t fit the day’s agenda. In around half an hour he would be leaving this place that had been his home since he was seven. Eight years had made this monolithic stone structure into a peaceful reprieve of light. Now he had to leave.
Might as well grin and bear it.
Nire awoke to the same wonderful sounds and sights as Dirst. However, everything Nire saw was turned some shade of blue due to the mask in front of his face. Nire knew he had a personal vendetta against Helios. An albino with a mean streak a mile wide and a rapier of flames: no one else could have fit the description. The sixteen year old unplugged his body from the cable that charged it and walked out of the room. Today he would start on a journey of vengeance. For himself. For Sora. For his parents.
He felt tears come to his eyes when he remembered their smiling faces. Helios would definitely pay.
Harmony hadn’t slept a wink. Anticipation of the upcoming journey had kept her up. She wanted to tell all of her friends, but she knew that this was not to be. Fear of the unknown filled her mind. Lastly, she was uncertain of her abilities as a keybearer. She was sixteen like Nire, but she wasn’t much of a fighter. She always tried to please people. However, something in the words of Riku had spurred an emotion she very rarely felt.
Anger.
Harmony realized that Helios was a pure evil. She felt the pain of a thousand people. But most of all, she came to a very solemn conclusion. Helios had murdered her mother and brother. Harmony often wished that Balian were here to comfort her. He wasn’t like most brothers. He understood and helped.
She sighed. Nostalgia wasn’t helping right now. The desire for all that is lost would have to be put on hold.
The three lead-bearers eventually made their way down to the main gates. One by one they filed out into the courtyard. Riku was now black gloves, black shoes, and a black cloak. In around his eyes was tied a bandana.
“What’s with the Goth motif?” Dirst asked.
Riku gave him a blank stare. “Black happens to be the color of mourners. Also, last time I wore this I was on a mission for light. Now, I am once again on such a mission. But enough talk. Are we ready to go?”
The three teens nodded. Riku gave a faint smile. “Show me the keys.”
Dirst was first. He pulled out his keychain, and it immediately materialized into Light Side. Nire pulled his out next, and it turned into Cosmic Thorn. Lastly, Harmony confidently held out her keychain which changed into Sands of Time. Satisfied, Riku thrust forward Way to the Dawn. Everyone put their keyblade in the center of the group. All the tips touched, and when this occurred a blinding light engulfed the courtyard. When it subsided, and everyone could see again (besides Riku), they noticed that in the middle of the high wall surrounding the courtyard there was a keyhole. Surprised, the three teens walked forward to examine it. With the magic of the keyblade, the wall had seamlessly re-formed to make room for the keyhole.
A bright light zipped past them and into the keyhole. It glimmered for a moment, then it closed up. Bewildered, the three looked back at Riku.
“That is what you do when you see a keyhole. Now that we’ve got this world sealed off from the Heartless, we can continue on our journey. This won’t be the only keyhole we’ll have to seal, so be on the lookout for them. We not only need to avenge Sora, but we have to save the worlds from the Heartless and Nobodies. It’s our duty as keybearers.”
Riku was met with blank stares from the teens.
“Uh…,”Dirst began. “What are Heartless and Nobodies?”
Riku shook his head and smiled. “I’ll tell you on the way.”
“One more question,” Nire added. “How are we leaving here to go to other worlds. I don’t see any gummi ships around.”
Riku smiled once more. “That’s where you are wrong.” With that, he opened the gates that led outside the confines of the main wall. Sitting outside on a rocky precipice overlooking empty space sat a gummi ship. The cockpit was a large clear orb, and jutting out from there were two wings. Two guns were attached to each wing, and on one there sat a radar-like mechanism. Two large engines were stuck at the back of each gun.
“Off we go,” Riku said, and with that everyone climbed into the cockpit. It seated each person comfortably. Riku pulled up a control panel on the clear surface. He pressed a few buttons, and the engines roared to life. He pushed another set of buttons, and the ship took off into the star filled sky. And off they went. Some of the elders looked out their windows and saw them disappear into a twinkle in the sky.
RtM:Sounds like a fighter craft, not a carrier.
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whats keeping me?
~sorry for the lack of posts... i still like it tho
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Crash, you received my PM, right?
Is that tourney thingy still goin' on in this fanfic?
Is that tourney thingy still goin' on in this fanfic?
yup yup, and it will until he finishes typing the tourny in this fanfic. (unless he somehow plans to incorperate those characters later into the story somehow...)
Note: This chapter revisits the… well, the title will tell you
Blinding light seared into Trisn’s retinas. How long he had been out he did not know. All he did know that on top of the pain in his eyes, his leg burned from the bullet wound that he had been given by Treble. When his eyes had adjusted to the light, he began to truly assess his situation. He was in some sort of cell. Next to him lay Nestor, Laocoon, and Ajax. All four of them were bound tightly to the wall in shackles. Trisn’s feet were able to touch the ground, and his hands had fairly unrestricted movement. Instinctively, he moved to the pocket of his jumpsuit. What he felt in there made him sick. More like the lack of what he felt.
His keychain was missing.
He hurriedly glanced around the room. It didn’t take long for him to spot Dark Side’s keychain on the wall on a hook. Resting on some pegs next to it lay Nestor’s claymore. Thinking quickly, Trisn tried to summon his keyblade. But nothing happened.
“Come on,” he muttered to himself. He tried again: still nothing. He kept trying, each time growing more and more frantic. But no matter how hard he tried or wished, nothing happened. Finally, he gave up hope. He rolled his eyes. “It always happens to me.”
Seemingly responding to his call, a figure materialized from the shadows on one side of the room. Trisn was momentarily surprised, but then he regained his composure.
“What do you want, Qell?”
Qell-Hadr smiled. “You will address as me as Your Majesty. A prince should not have to spend time in here with trash like you, but my interests are being fulfilled with this. Also, I take pleasure in watching your hopeless attempts at breaking my magical barriers. I have a permanent Reflega spell placed over your pathetic keychain. My magic doesn’t only block physical attacks; it blocks mental attempts as well!”
Trisn laughed. “Prince of what? Kingdom Ignorance?”
Qell-Hadr laughed as well, then thrust his fist into Trisn’s stomach. Trisn lost his breath and began gasping.
“That ought to teach you to respect royalty. You are a pathetic, worthless nothing. But for some reason, Helios wants you with him.”
Trisn was angered. “I’ll never join that albino as long as I live!”
Qell-Hadr smiled. “Anyone of us here in this castle can make sure that your wish is fulfilled. Speaking of wishes, Helios wishes for you to come see him.” With that, Qell-Hadr shot four fireballs out of his palms. Each split and melted off the shackles. Trisn caught himself when he fell, and he saw that the other three did as well. Good, they were awake. But there was nothing they could do.
Darkness flooded the floor of the room. Qell-Hadr immediately sank in; his face looked like he was reading a good book. Trisn and the others sank with a little less nonchalance.
The darkness flooded their mouths and ears and blotted out their eyes. They were near drowning when they reappeared in a new location.
All around them was pitch black, except for at their feet. Below them was an elaborate stained glass panel. All around were shades of blue, black, and purple. However, there were eleven circles that spiraled around the panel that were bordered green. Each held a picture that resembled the person standing on top of it. The background of each was red. A voice read each name aloud, starting from the outermost of the spiral.
“Ajax, Laocoon, Nestor, Trisn, Qell-Hadr, Jors, Tryllya, Sidrix, Iod, Treble, and Helios. A fine crew we have here.”
Trisn recognized the voice as that of Helios, the one person he was here to destroy.
“Before anyone says anything, I’d like to say one thing to Nestor. I told you you’d come back to me one day.”
Nestor groaned from the pain in his body, then he lashed out at the un-pigmented demon. “I’ll never join your ‘fine crew.’”
“Oh, but you will. You see, you have no choice. It’s your cooperation, or your lives. Comprende?”
Nestor bottled up his rage for a moment.
“Now that we’ve got the terms straight, we’ll lay out the plan. In two weeks, the Cirque du Mort begins in our newly made coliseum, named… What did you christen it, Iod?"
"Simply Mechano Coliseum, sir."
Helios smiled. "Mechano Coliseum. So, when the games begin we will have 32 competitors. Three of these will include the newest keybearers. So, our plan is to compete!"
Sidrix was still critical of the plan as before. "We just compete. That plan is haphazard at best."
Helios laughed. "Don't worry, the details are worked out. If we must, I can always make some Heartless competitors to play in the games. So now, we wait one fortnight until the Cirque du Mort begin and our domination of the worlds begin. Meeting adjourned."
With that, every single person was swallowed in a wave of light that transported them back to Willow Castle. Trisn was left in his own personal room, thinking out what he had just heard.
"Fighting for Helios? That isn't going to work," he said to himself. Then he thought. "Wait. It just might..."
-*21*-
Station of DestructionBlinding light seared into Trisn’s retinas. How long he had been out he did not know. All he did know that on top of the pain in his eyes, his leg burned from the bullet wound that he had been given by Treble. When his eyes had adjusted to the light, he began to truly assess his situation. He was in some sort of cell. Next to him lay Nestor, Laocoon, and Ajax. All four of them were bound tightly to the wall in shackles. Trisn’s feet were able to touch the ground, and his hands had fairly unrestricted movement. Instinctively, he moved to the pocket of his jumpsuit. What he felt in there made him sick. More like the lack of what he felt.
His keychain was missing.
He hurriedly glanced around the room. It didn’t take long for him to spot Dark Side’s keychain on the wall on a hook. Resting on some pegs next to it lay Nestor’s claymore. Thinking quickly, Trisn tried to summon his keyblade. But nothing happened.
“Come on,” he muttered to himself. He tried again: still nothing. He kept trying, each time growing more and more frantic. But no matter how hard he tried or wished, nothing happened. Finally, he gave up hope. He rolled his eyes. “It always happens to me.”
Seemingly responding to his call, a figure materialized from the shadows on one side of the room. Trisn was momentarily surprised, but then he regained his composure.
“What do you want, Qell?”
Qell-Hadr smiled. “You will address as me as Your Majesty. A prince should not have to spend time in here with trash like you, but my interests are being fulfilled with this. Also, I take pleasure in watching your hopeless attempts at breaking my magical barriers. I have a permanent Reflega spell placed over your pathetic keychain. My magic doesn’t only block physical attacks; it blocks mental attempts as well!”
Trisn laughed. “Prince of what? Kingdom Ignorance?”
Qell-Hadr laughed as well, then thrust his fist into Trisn’s stomach. Trisn lost his breath and began gasping.
“That ought to teach you to respect royalty. You are a pathetic, worthless nothing. But for some reason, Helios wants you with him.”
Trisn was angered. “I’ll never join that albino as long as I live!”
Qell-Hadr smiled. “Anyone of us here in this castle can make sure that your wish is fulfilled. Speaking of wishes, Helios wishes for you to come see him.” With that, Qell-Hadr shot four fireballs out of his palms. Each split and melted off the shackles. Trisn caught himself when he fell, and he saw that the other three did as well. Good, they were awake. But there was nothing they could do.
Darkness flooded the floor of the room. Qell-Hadr immediately sank in; his face looked like he was reading a good book. Trisn and the others sank with a little less nonchalance.
The darkness flooded their mouths and ears and blotted out their eyes. They were near drowning when they reappeared in a new location.
All around them was pitch black, except for at their feet. Below them was an elaborate stained glass panel. All around were shades of blue, black, and purple. However, there were eleven circles that spiraled around the panel that were bordered green. Each held a picture that resembled the person standing on top of it. The background of each was red. A voice read each name aloud, starting from the outermost of the spiral.
“Ajax, Laocoon, Nestor, Trisn, Qell-Hadr, Jors, Tryllya, Sidrix, Iod, Treble, and Helios. A fine crew we have here.”
Trisn recognized the voice as that of Helios, the one person he was here to destroy.
“Before anyone says anything, I’d like to say one thing to Nestor. I told you you’d come back to me one day.”
Nestor groaned from the pain in his body, then he lashed out at the un-pigmented demon. “I’ll never join your ‘fine crew.’”
“Oh, but you will. You see, you have no choice. It’s your cooperation, or your lives. Comprende?”
Nestor bottled up his rage for a moment.
“Now that we’ve got the terms straight, we’ll lay out the plan. In two weeks, the Cirque du Mort begins in our newly made coliseum, named… What did you christen it, Iod?"
"Simply Mechano Coliseum, sir."
Helios smiled. "Mechano Coliseum. So, when the games begin we will have 32 competitors. Three of these will include the newest keybearers. So, our plan is to compete!"
Sidrix was still critical of the plan as before. "We just compete. That plan is haphazard at best."
Helios laughed. "Don't worry, the details are worked out. If we must, I can always make some Heartless competitors to play in the games. So now, we wait one fortnight until the Cirque du Mort begin and our domination of the worlds begin. Meeting adjourned."
With that, every single person was swallowed in a wave of light that transported them back to Willow Castle. Trisn was left in his own personal room, thinking out what he had just heard.
"Fighting for Helios? That isn't going to work," he said to himself. Then he thought. "Wait. It just might..."
RtM:Good chapter.
AB: Can't wait for the CduM
AB: Can't wait for the CduM
me neither... i woulder how my creatively named charater will do.... =P
RtM:The answer to your question earlier is school
AB:I wonder if I could appear in the story....
AB:I wonder if I could appear in the story....
Crash...my character is damn powerful. D: I would adore CREATIVE use of his abilities. Such as not simply throwing rocks at people with his earth attack, but creating shields of earth and entangling traps. Stuff like that. :O
Because he should NOT be beaten easily. DX That would be meanz.
Because he should NOT be beaten easily. DX That would be meanz.
This will be acceptable. Crashkid77, the speaker in 3rd person, likes this idea. Crashkid77 smiles.
Mr. nods in response. Then he flies off to fart.
-*22*-
Target in RangeThe sun was gone as Requiem slowly crept through the back alleys of the city. He cursed his rash actions. He should have known that an elderly man would have died of shock long before his leg wound would have bled him dry. And now, because the police man knew that the murderer was Requiem, they would be hot on his trail with a force of bloodhounds and crime scene investigators. However, Requiem wasn’t worrying. Well, at least not yet.
He had a chance to make this all go away.
Requiem knew he just had to make it to the Door. When he reached it and was safely behind it, all of his troubles here in the Tenth Dimension would be non-existent. But it was just a matter of getting to the Door.
Lost in his thoughts, Requiem didn’t hear the sound of footsteps until they were right behind him. He turned just in time to see an armed S.W.A.T. team officer lunge at him. Requiem ducked out of the way, drew his claymore, and ran the man through the chest.
“Sorry, sir, but I have a mission,” Requiem said to the guard. The only response was a gurgling sound as the guard’s blood rose up into his mouth. Realizing the threat of a shootout, Requiem pushed himself down on the ground and crawled behind the corner of a building. The ground where he had once been was pelted with an RPG missile. Debris and fire rained down.
“Apparently you mean business,” Requiem shouted to a S.W.A.T. team member he knew was near.
“Aye, Requiem. We’re here for your head.”
“Well, you’re not the only one who can make a fireworks show!” With that, Requiem pushed his finger into his palm. The torrential downpour began, followed by the falling flaming rocks. The powerful attack caught the S.W.A.T. team unawares, and each member there was taken out by the attack. Requiem sighed. So much for a quiet escape.
Knowing that caution would do him no good, the Reflection assassin ran through the city towards the central Fallax Museum. Requiem knew that the Door was hidden inside somewhere. There was one small problem though: he had no idea where it was. The Door was invisible to reflections, for they were supposed to stay in the Tenth Dimension. Only outsiders could see it.
Requiem saw the large dome-topped building rise in the distance. Somewhere inside resided his freedom. With each passing second, the Fallax Museum rose up taller and taller until Requiem, tired and out of breath, reached its doors. They were locked, but that didn’t matter. He punched through the glass and heard the loud wail of the alarms. He crawled through the makeshift entrance and began frantically searching for somewhere the Door might be. He checked each hall, each with its own special exhibits and themes.
After around five minutes of spot-searching, Requiem stumbled upon a large open area. He examined it and found it to be a large hole. From the underground levels to above was one giant cylinder of nothing in this spot. Requiem suddenly realized that the Door had to be here. He reached the railing and stepped over cautiously. He placed one foot on the edge and he put another out into open space. It slowly came down until Requiem felt a hard surface, totally invisible to the eye. Requiem smiled. He then put his other foot forward and walked out onto the invisible platform. When he got to the center of the ‘empty’ area, he felt around and found the Door. He found the knob, and when he touched it the Door materialized. It was in the shape of a Reflection symbol, only the empty space at the bottom was filled in by a door. Requiem heard the tramping of footsteps behind him and quickly dashed through the door. Finally, he was free.
Now came the mission.
(^)(~Open Ocean~)(^)
Requiem found himself in the middle of an empty island. For miles all around was open ocean. He smiled.
“The city’s true self. How appropriate.”
However, his mind wandered elsewhere at the sight of four distinct figures on the horizon. Three of them were teens, but the one in the middle was looked two be in his twenties. Requiem recognized the silvery hairstyle immediately. It was Fury.
This was going to be a quick job.
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(...meh. I would read everything, but I am suffering from something called SIC - Shitty Internet Connection. Or DSL - Damn Stupid Lag. I have wireless internetz, so it acts up. I'll post critique once I read all of this...but a question.
Whose characters will appear first in the tourney? D: I dun know.)
Whose characters will appear first in the tourney? D: I dun know.)
Depends on how I feel... It could be AnYoNe'S??????????????????????
Depends on how I feel... It could be AnYoNe'S??????????????????????
RtM: I have dial-up good chapter though.
AB:how long till the CdM arrives?
good chapter though.AB:how long till the CdM arrives?
Ye must have been listening. For that, I, Davy Jones, shall take... your... SOUL!!!
That was the agreement...
Anyway, it is in two weeks for the characters.
That was the agreement...
Anyway, it is in two weeks for the characters.
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