Re: Kingdom Hearts Eclipse
The Eclipse King smiled. The answer given to him by his marshal--and that she still was, regardless of how much she may try to deny it--was exactly along the lines of what he expected her to say. However, that did not mean that the Eclipse King would accept her answer. No, regardless of what she may have thought was right, he knew better and would continue to hound her until a simple, three-lettered word exited her lips: "Yes."
"My dear marshal," the King started, lowering the blade toward the ground. A small laugh escaped his lips. It was a laugh much akin to a gentleman's laugh, a soft, easy, but still very much amused, laugh, one that still allowed the King to retain a refined composure. "A spectator, are you? Well, I'm afraid that you will be unable to be such, regardless of how much you may wish to remain as have for the past several months. For you see, Calpurnia, the role of spectator was stripped from you the day you received your keyblade."
The King held his free hand out, stretched forward, palm facing upward. It was both a warm, welcoming sign, like a father welcoming back his prodigal child, and it was a dark, foreboding sign, like making a deal with the devil. He remained like this, unmoving, not speaking. It was as if time had frozen.
"Come home," the King finally spoke, a sincere and soft tone in his voice. "Father wants you to come back. Your family wants you to come back." The King's tone hardened and grew cold. "You and I both know well enough that this game of chess contains only the black pieces and the white pieces, the army and the rebellion. Neutrality is not a viable option, as you will soon find out for yourself. It is either them or me."
Calpurnia's shifted gaze caught the King's attention. He did not need to follow her gaze to know where she was looking or what she was looking at. He had felt it for a while now. A presence, one that had been following him for quite some time now, like a buzzard stalking a lion and his kill. So he finally decided to make his move, had he? Well, not to be a poor sport, but the Eclipse King had much bigger things in mind and had no time to play with his stalker.
“Trick or treat!”
"You would do well not to underestimate me," the King calmly said, loud enough for his attacker to hear, but not loud enough that it turned into a shout. The man's--at least the King assumed him to be, given the sound of the shouted voice--words were followed up by the sound of something being launched. The tyrant stood still, waiting for the last possible moment before he struck. Then, in a single, unquestioned, and assured motion, the Eclipse King pivoted on his right foot, twisting his body in the direction of the oncoming attack. Inselberg raised as the man turned, reaching up and grabbing the fired object (A pumpkin? How odd...) as it came toward him. The blade slit through the projected pumpkin with ease, causing the two splits of the pumpkin to fly pass him on each side. This did not stop the pumpkin from exploding, however, and the two halves of the pumpkin engulfed the Eclipse King in a blast and hid his figure in black smoke.
The veil of smoke began to fade, giving sight to something of amazement. The form of the Eclipse King could be seen, grounded and defeated. The boy had defeated the tyrant and the worlds could finally return to peace.
Hmph. Or at least one could have hoped. But no, this was no fairy tale. There was no 'happily ever after' in this darkened realm, no handsome prince to save the young girl from the evil witch. As the smoke began to dissipate, it gave way to a sight that anyone would logically expect to see: The Eclipse King's form, still as powerful and grand as ever, seemingly unfazed by the attack. But it did not remain there for long, as the King set out with a great jump, quickly filling in the distance between him and the building his attacker fired from.
"Your simple tricks cannot make me sway," The King shouted, the grand Inselberg raised to be struck. A thick, green energy resonated around the sword's blade, lifting off the sword like a sickly, ghostly, flame. "If you wish to battle, then discard your hiding and face me in the field man to man."
The Eclipse King reached the side of the house and, with a mighty swing, cut through the building at a diagonal angle. As the King swung the sword, the green energy shot off the blade and his swing was soon accompanied by a large, green, vapor-like trail two sword-lengths away from the end of his blade. The trail, and the unseen energy between the trail and the blade, followed the blade obediently. When the tip of the blade freed itself from the side of the house, the green trail stopped, lingering for only a moment, then began to dissipate. As the trail faded, the house began to slide downward, moving along the sliced edges of the building. The energy from the sword had cut through the entire house, which was now set to slide off the edge and fall over.
The King turned his attention back to Calpurnia, who had, unsurprisingly, used the man's strike on the Eclipse King as an opportunity to make an escape. She was still as resourceful as ever, a quality the Eclipse King very much liked in her. He lowered his sword as he called out to her.
"Remember what it is I have said you, my marshal. You will have to choose eventually. And when you do, I will be waiting."
The Eclipse King smiled. The answer given to him by his marshal--and that she still was, regardless of how much she may try to deny it--was exactly along the lines of what he expected her to say. However, that did not mean that the Eclipse King would accept her answer. No, regardless of what she may have thought was right, he knew better and would continue to hound her until a simple, three-lettered word exited her lips: "Yes."
"My dear marshal," the King started, lowering the blade toward the ground. A small laugh escaped his lips. It was a laugh much akin to a gentleman's laugh, a soft, easy, but still very much amused, laugh, one that still allowed the King to retain a refined composure. "A spectator, are you? Well, I'm afraid that you will be unable to be such, regardless of how much you may wish to remain as have for the past several months. For you see, Calpurnia, the role of spectator was stripped from you the day you received your keyblade."
The King held his free hand out, stretched forward, palm facing upward. It was both a warm, welcoming sign, like a father welcoming back his prodigal child, and it was a dark, foreboding sign, like making a deal with the devil. He remained like this, unmoving, not speaking. It was as if time had frozen.
"Come home," the King finally spoke, a sincere and soft tone in his voice. "Father wants you to come back. Your family wants you to come back." The King's tone hardened and grew cold. "You and I both know well enough that this game of chess contains only the black pieces and the white pieces, the army and the rebellion. Neutrality is not a viable option, as you will soon find out for yourself. It is either them or me."
Calpurnia's shifted gaze caught the King's attention. He did not need to follow her gaze to know where she was looking or what she was looking at. He had felt it for a while now. A presence, one that had been following him for quite some time now, like a buzzard stalking a lion and his kill. So he finally decided to make his move, had he? Well, not to be a poor sport, but the Eclipse King had much bigger things in mind and had no time to play with his stalker.
“Trick or treat!”
"You would do well not to underestimate me," the King calmly said, loud enough for his attacker to hear, but not loud enough that it turned into a shout. The man's--at least the King assumed him to be, given the sound of the shouted voice--words were followed up by the sound of something being launched. The tyrant stood still, waiting for the last possible moment before he struck. Then, in a single, unquestioned, and assured motion, the Eclipse King pivoted on his right foot, twisting his body in the direction of the oncoming attack. Inselberg raised as the man turned, reaching up and grabbing the fired object (A pumpkin? How odd...) as it came toward him. The blade slit through the projected pumpkin with ease, causing the two splits of the pumpkin to fly pass him on each side. This did not stop the pumpkin from exploding, however, and the two halves of the pumpkin engulfed the Eclipse King in a blast and hid his figure in black smoke.
The veil of smoke began to fade, giving sight to something of amazement. The form of the Eclipse King could be seen, grounded and defeated. The boy had defeated the tyrant and the worlds could finally return to peace.
Hmph. Or at least one could have hoped. But no, this was no fairy tale. There was no 'happily ever after' in this darkened realm, no handsome prince to save the young girl from the evil witch. As the smoke began to dissipate, it gave way to a sight that anyone would logically expect to see: The Eclipse King's form, still as powerful and grand as ever, seemingly unfazed by the attack. But it did not remain there for long, as the King set out with a great jump, quickly filling in the distance between him and the building his attacker fired from.
"Your simple tricks cannot make me sway," The King shouted, the grand Inselberg raised to be struck. A thick, green energy resonated around the sword's blade, lifting off the sword like a sickly, ghostly, flame. "If you wish to battle, then discard your hiding and face me in the field man to man."
The Eclipse King reached the side of the house and, with a mighty swing, cut through the building at a diagonal angle. As the King swung the sword, the green energy shot off the blade and his swing was soon accompanied by a large, green, vapor-like trail two sword-lengths away from the end of his blade. The trail, and the unseen energy between the trail and the blade, followed the blade obediently. When the tip of the blade freed itself from the side of the house, the green trail stopped, lingering for only a moment, then began to dissipate. As the trail faded, the house began to slide downward, moving along the sliced edges of the building. The energy from the sword had cut through the entire house, which was now set to slide off the edge and fall over.
The King turned his attention back to Calpurnia, who had, unsurprisingly, used the man's strike on the Eclipse King as an opportunity to make an escape. She was still as resourceful as ever, a quality the Eclipse King very much liked in her. He lowered his sword as he called out to her.
"Remember what it is I have said you, my marshal. You will have to choose eventually. And when you do, I will be waiting."