Post by hoodiemanx on Nov 20, 2015 17:22:05 GMT -5
Jason was standing alone in the Keyblade Graveyard, inspecting the area. "Hmm... So this is they 'Keyblade' i've been hearing about. Doesn't look like such a special sword. But then again, if you can summon them at will, it must be pretty cool" Jason explained to himself. He looked around to see pillars of the ground raised up everywhere. "Looks like a battle happened around here." He said walking towards it and picking up a bronze colored helmet. "But who would fight in a graveyard?"
"Someone who sought after the heart of all worlds, from what I've been told..." A young man emerged from a nearby cave, wearing red and black clothing and a gauntlet on his right arm. He had his left hand in his pocket, thumb hooked around the pocket's exterior, and his greenish blue eyes were focused on Jason, eyeing him curiously "Tell me...Why do you seek the keyblade?"
Post by hoodiemanx on Nov 26, 2015 22:58:07 GMT -5
"From what looks to be this area, one man's trash... is another man's treasure. As you can see from my..." Jason said, spinning his handles in his hands, and releasing the blades. "Interest, I seek one of the greatest swords imaginable. How the keyblade comes to be interests me. Where did it come from? How was it designed? Why does it exist? How many more exist other than this graveyard filled with them?"
Arin studied this boy's explanation for why he sought the keyblade. So, he hunted for the greatest sword imaginable, in his own words. Arin smirked when all of the different questions about the keyblade started coming to surface, this boy was certainly full of them.
"...How they were designed and why they exist aren't very well known anymore, that is ancient history from the days of the keyblade war. Those who wield them find their own purpose in the worlds, be they good or bad. As for how many others exist outside of this graveyard..."
He held his right hand out, and clasped it around a mass of black smoke and white lightning, a golden keyblade ordained with white angel wings and black demons wings formed in his hand, with a angelic and demonic crown keychain to match. As soon as it had appeared, the keyblade vanished the same fashion that it appeared. "There are several that I know of, but there could be more...And you'll find that gaining the ability to wield a keyblade is harder than you may think, they tend to be picky of their owners. Only someone with the right heart can wield a keyblade from either realm."
"...A keyblade master probably gave him the ability or he gained the power accidentally...You can't just create a keyblade from nothing, the right to wield a keyblade has to be given." He walked over and picked up one of the lifeless keyblades from the earth, its colors dulled and worn from age. He then handed the key to the boy, handle first "This key, along with all the others here, were once created by their wielders because one of master level performed the Bequeathing ceremony. It took months of constant training and strengthening of the heart before they were even able to summon forth a key of their own. Now they lay here, mere shells of what they once were, and no way to restore them."
Arin crossed his arms and looked down at the boy, who was still asking questions. He tilted his head curiously at the boy, eyeing him with confusion "You're going to have to be more specific than that kid, I can't just tell you information on the fly."
Before the young Keyblade enthusiast could fire another question towards the wielder, a swarm of darkness crept into the midst of the conversation. The inky puddle twitched and writhed across the floor, gliding in an irregular pattern towards the red and black clothed apprentice. No less than an inch from the Keyblade wielder's feet, the shadow started to climb, like an ebony worm out from the earth.
A figure formed in the tower of black, it was shorter than the man with the gauntlet, but the wiry, sharp build of the monster suggested malevolence nevertheless.
The creature spoke, its voice littered with underlying clicks and ticks like a croaking in the throat, but the speech was clear.
"I'll tell you something interesting, boy," the obsidian shape had crude, yellow eyes that stared straight ahead, but it directed its tone towards the grey-hooded teenager. "The Keyblade... has a stench."
Delay lifted a jagged claw, ready to strike Arin.
Last Edit: Nov 28, 2015 9:25:16 GMT -5 by RhymesWith
Arin's eyes widened when he heard a menacing voice speaking behind him, speaking of a keyblade's stench. He spun around, summoning forth inner confliction, and managed to lodge it right between the heartless' jagged jaws, struggling with the creature as it tried to attack him "Well, you're a new experience. Not often I get to fight a sentient heartless."
Arin slammed his left hand on the round plate of his gauntlet, his body engulfing itself with a bright light as he spoke "Here's your first lesson about keyblades kid. These creatures will hunt you down like wolves." When the light cleared, Arin was clad in some form of armor His new armored fist collided hard with the heartless' head, knocking its jaw loose from his keyblade and giving Arin a chance to gain distance from the creature before firing 3 black fireballs at his new opponent. "You might want to get some distance...No telling what this thing can do."
Last Edit: Nov 28, 2015 10:22:29 GMT -5 by Raphael
Post by hoodiemanx on Nov 28, 2015 10:48:59 GMT -5
Taking note from what Arin said, he jumped back and hid behind one of the giant pillars from the earlier battle, but poked his head out in curiosity. He thought to himself, 'So these things would be tracking me day and night? What an epic life that would make! But then again, I would be hunted day and night. Still cool though'
Post by RhymesWith on Nov 28, 2015 11:25:49 GMT -5
The punch to his jaw sent Delay staggering backwards, he quickly regained his composure but was hit by one of Arin's black fireballs. The flame burned up into his skin making his flesh singe with pain as he evaded the next two projectiles. The Heartless bent onto all fours and darted around the graveyard, always keeping gold eyes on the Keyblade wielder. He stood up a distance away from Arin, lifting his talons to his face, with a snap the monster cracked his jaw back into place. Delay was wordless as he sped again towards his foe. He leapt across the length and grabbed Arin by the legs in a tackle.
Last Edit: Nov 28, 2015 11:26:08 GMT -5 by RhymesWith
(Okay, one auto hit begets another, I'll let that slide. But let's please try to avoid confirmed hits the future without prior permission first.)
Arin leapt up when the heartless leapt at him, but wasn't expecting a grapple as it wrapped around his legs. Stumbling forward, he broke his fall with his arms, losing grip of his keyblade and watching it move farther away as he was being dragged by the heartless. Grinning beneath his helmet, another keyblade formed in what looked like a mass of space, littered with shining stars. He swung the blade at his assailant, aiming to cut off its head if it didn't get any distance from him.
Last Edit: Nov 28, 2015 11:43:47 GMT -5 by Raphael
Post by hoodiemanx on Nov 28, 2015 12:23:51 GMT -5
Jason thought to himself again, 'Two keyblades?! Is there no end to the potential of this weapon? And these designs just get better and better!'. If Jason was in an anime, his nose would probably be bleeding right now.
Post by RhymesWith on Nov 28, 2015 12:58:11 GMT -5
((I really only auto-hit because you did, I don't normally do that don't worry it won't happen again.))
The new Keyblade shocked the atmosphere as it appeared, the agile weapon cut into the air and threatened Delay's neck. The Heartless sank into a shadowy pool, the blade nicked his form as he dissipated, catching his shoulder.
The puddle slunk away a few metres, before it reformed into Delay. The creature clutched his shoulder bitterly, but his expression said nothing.
Delay shrugged and let his arms hang loosely, his entire form tensed when lines of darkness began to approach. (Manifest Solidity) He absorbed the streaks, the blackness of his body became more intense. His limbs became heavy, the creature crouched as his knuckles cracked against the floor with a new weight.
The fabric of his shoulder flared up and flapped as if he stood in the middle of a storm. Delay stood, and challenged Arin with a glare.
Last Edit: Nov 28, 2015 13:00:03 GMT -5 by RhymesWith
Arin got to his feet when the heartless turned into a mass of darkness. Still holding his one keyblade in his left hand, he reached his hand out and the keyblade laying on the ground returned to his hand, now wielding two keys at once. When the heartless started changing its mass, seeming more bulky and muscular than before, he cracked his neck and extended his left hand, Remnant's Reawakening disappearing and reappearing in his hand in a reverse hold.
Arn then took Inner Confliction and pressed its handle firmly against the handle of Remnant's Reawakening, the keys glowing dimly in response with a dull silver aura. Holding both keys in his right hand, Arin positioned them behind him, the keys starting to spin against his open palm faster and faster until they were a swirling wheel of black gold and white. Arin hurled the keyblade through the air, the sound of the key whistling through the air echoing in the area as it closed in on the heartless.
Post by RhymesWith on Nov 28, 2015 16:08:13 GMT -5
The circle of Keyblades twirled swiftly towards Delay, the Heartless attempted to duck out of the way - but the bulky figure was now too slow to avoid such a fast moving power. The Keyblades scathed along Delay's torso, for a second the darkness which composed his skin split and tore like an old coat before knitting together to hide the damage. His jagged teeth waved and the Heartless gave a shriek. He bolted towards Arin, flinging both arms towards the wielder and chomping wildly, seeking to intimidate his foes.
Post by hoodiemanx on Nov 28, 2015 18:03:39 GMT -5
Jason came out from behind the pillar, and in both of his hands held flames. He brought them together, and placed them on his chest. He was enveloped in flames, and once they went away, his hoodie, and his swords were pure red, and flames floated everywhere around him. He rushed towards the heartless, and threw his swords directly at its chest.
Arin recalled his keyblades after they had done their damage, watching the heartless charge forward slowly. Then, the boy decided to join in the fight, engulfing himself in flames and throwing his swords at the heartless. He didn't know how much damage the swords would do, so the moment the heartless got within range, Arin got close to the boy and brought up his level 2 light barrier, protecting both of them from the heart;ess' powerful attacks "You're either really ambitious or really crazy, throwing your weapons at this thing and running into a fight recklessly."
Conrí: Okay. *cracks knuckles* I looked over things! I'm likely off to get tea and food, and then, I'll try to...y'know, be a decent student, lol.
Mar 7, 2019 17:12:26 GMT -5
Conrí: But, I'm so happy about all the new activity! Great job on such thoughtful characters, everyone! They will be fun to RP with.
Mar 7, 2019 17:13:25 GMT -5
Mega: *dances in celebration*
Mar 7, 2019 20:27:47 GMT -5
straxeragous: so, a while back Hood and i were on another kh rp site on devientart. and we may have sent this places link to our friends that we still keep in touch with so they can join.
Mar 8, 2019 0:52:56 GMT -5
Conrí: Awesome! Thanks, Hood and Strax!
Mar 8, 2019 10:32:04 GMT -5
Alma Taschner: Been a long while since I did stuff here. Currently considering the idea of coming back and making a new character.
Mar 19, 2019 0:32:43 GMT -5
Alma Taschner: I know I won't be using this old version of Alma if I do.
Mar 19, 2019 0:34:13 GMT -5