Kingdom Hearts: Similar Opposites (RPG Thread)

[Shadowfaith]

The winds blew harshly through the alley ways of the concrete city. The smell of rotting garbage and drunken men was enough to knock a soaring bird out of the sky. Even though the sun shone brightly on the upper plate of the city, the darkness was a constant haze on the underneath, making it the perfect place for low lives and sleaze balls to make a living. The corners were guaranteed to be littered with shady dealers and the bars and black market shops were plentiful, but well hidden from unwanted company. A few years ago, the young adult with the snow white skin would have arrested many of these thieves on sight, given them a beating if they had not cooperated with her and thrown them in a cell for a good few weeks before they had learnt they’re lesson. She would have thrown a rag or a coat (if she had one to spare) over the young girls who would prance up and down the streets wearing they’re skimpy clothing in hopes of earning some easy money. But not it was not the case.

The once proud Turk was now living amongst said people, steeling and dealing in order to feed those in which she vowed to protect. It was Kali’s duty to feed the mouths of the helpless youths who had been as ill fated as to wind up on the streets of the infamous city of Midgar. These kids had not done so voluntarily. The younger kids had most probably been abandoned by they’re parents, or run away due to being ill treated in they’re own homes. The elders simply had no where else to go, deprived of the skills they needed in order to make a living. It was these kids that swayed Kali’s heart from the path of lawfully evil to the path of chaotic good. She stole and fought in order to keep these young kids alive.

It was this that saw the young, dark haired girl, running from those she once called friends. Her sword at the ready if any of them dared let off a round at her for steeling a few loafs of bread from the baker who had been making his rounds at the most unfortunate of times. She sprang over a trash can, stopping momentarily to roll it onto its side and push it at the oncoming team of turks in order to slow them down a little. The female with the blonde hair slipped on a stray banana peal and would have went tumbling if the red haired man had not caught her around the waist with a satisfied grin and set her right. Kali cursed and turned her attention back to the path in front of her, still dodging trashcans and the odd person in order to escape her pursers. She reached out for a red ladder that ran the upside of a shattered wall, which no doubt lead onto the rooftops. She grasped it and began to climb hastily towards the heavens, stopping only briefly to make sure the Turks had not called of they’re pursuit…They hadn’t.

Growling she hoisted herself onto the rooftop and made a dash and leap off of its edge onto another rooftop. She repeated this three or four times before the turks had decided they had had enough and sent a blast of fire after the retreating youngster. Kali gasped as the hot flames surrounded her, barely able to avoid the assault as she hurled herself towards another rooftop, narrowly avoiding the drop. She quickly brushed off her unease and continued her trek across the buildings. She flung herself down a flight of stairs which connected the apartment buildings to the ground in case of emergencies and made a dash into a crowd that seemed as though they were just finishing work. She dared not try to fit in as she knew her former team mates could tell her apart from the common folk that flowed through the dank streets. Instead she continued running, pushing pedestrians out of the way and into the oncoming pursuers. She managed to reach a dank smelling river, that was evidently filled with rotting sewage and just before she was about to fling herself into its contents a gunshot rang off and she stood frozen in place, staring at the ground where the bullet at penetrated just besides her right foot.

She did not show her panic. She simply turned un amused eyes at the offending party and clenched her fists close to her sides. Her breathing had hastened and she could have sworn her heart has skipped a beat. She watched as the red haired turk stepped forward, his magrod humming lightly next to his left ear. “Hold it right there, Kido.” He drawled in his common accent. “You ain’t going no where.”
“ Evidently not.” Kali muttered, placing the stolen goods down at her side as if she were preparing herself for battle.
“You owe that Baker a few bob back there. You got the cash to make it up?” He mocked, knowing full well that the ex-turk had not a penny to her name.
Kalima simply stared at him, aggravated at the fact that she had been caught and not willing enough to risk a bullet in the back from the red heads, bald headed companion, who was now closing the distance between himself and the black haired teen.
“Don’t you have more pressing matters to deal with. Such arresting murderers and bank robbers? Not someone who just happened to pick up some bread from an unsuspecting baker?” Kalima snorted, crossing her hands over her chest.
“Aw, come on. Is it so much to ask to have a little catch up session between former companions?” The red head asked, tapping his magrod lightly against his shoulder.

Kali did not answer. Her gaze was too fixated on the black shadow that was slowly beginning to take shape just behind the groups backs. Yellow blobs began to take on the shape of a pair of absent minded eyes and hands and feet curled in an almost unnatural way. A snarl made its way onto the snow white face of the former turk and she made to move but was halted by the sound of a gun being cocked. She turned her gaze momentarily onto the bald turk before moving it back to the more pressing issue at hand. She watched in slight horror as the blob pounced onto the only female member of the turks and was about to make a move to save her when a bright light blinded her before taking the form of a key right before her fragile eyes. The last thing she remembered was the sound of a gun going off before she grabbed the weapon before her instinctively to block the oncoming attack.

What she didn’t expect was for the key to teleport her to a place she had only heard of in myths.

The forgotten city.

(OCC- Okay just to get started. Opening post for those who have signed up as keybladers should be your key blade appearing out of no where and transporting you to the forgotten city.

As for Nobody’s. Then as you should all know you answer to EXV’s character, who in turn should order a meeting to discuss the plan to capture the keybladers hearts or destroy them. If EXV is not the first to post then simply go about your business until the meeting is called.

EXV. I leave it in your hands to lead the Nobody’s and if you have any questions PM me. Remember that you answer to Kuja who has ordered you to make sure the keybladers do not interfere with the opposites overtaking of the universe.)

Enjoy!)

[Axel Owns]

The ever present darkness that covered The World That Never Was was of no interest to this man, the amount of time he had spent there allowed him to view it the same as most would view a clear, sunny day. Having thoroughly searched another skyscraper of this bleak world, Kaxamin had yet again found no form of life other than the mindless, instinctual, heartless beings that always occupied this shell of a world. Though he had expected nothing less, Kax (as he was known by his friends) was disappointed that he had not, at the very least, encountered a formidable heartless in this building. Every once in awhile, he was able to test his limits against these beings, but today was not one of those days.

Turning his back to the city, The Guilty Cross viewed the bright white spires that he now called his home. An incredible contrast to the bleak skyscrapers that populated The World That Never was, this held the denizens that could intelligently call this place their own. Organization XIII would have ruled this world with an iron fist, if there had been any need to rule the ruthless heartless than ran about these worlds. Most of these were easily manipulated by the members, and even those that weren't knew well enough to stay away from the looming castle.

Pulling a small glass pocket watch out of his standard-issue Organization cloak, the small ticking device told Kax that most of his day had passed, and in any world not covered by clouds, it would probably be around time for the sun to be setting. Clasping the lid shut with a slight pressure from his index finger, he placed the glass object back in his cloak, not wanting to lose this almost invaluable object in The World That Never Was. Not that it would have been hard for him to make a new one, but Kax was a sentimentalist, and this watch had been with him for quite a while.

Walking to the edge of the building he was perched upon, Kax knew he had a few heartless-laced miles to cover before reaching the Castle, and knew he needed to leave now, as he didn't want to anger Xender unnecessarily. Leaping off of the building, the nobody screeched down the side, his sword leaving a slim furrow on the wall of the building, and landed softly on the ground. Though Kax knew he could easily open a portal to reach the castle, he was hardly one to take shortcuts, and took off at a fast jog towards the castle, engaging any heartless that were unlucky enough to cross his path.

Panting heavily as he neared his destination, Kax smiled at the sight that greeted his eyes. Standing in front of him were not only swarms of insignificant Shadows, but a larger heartless, known to him only as Dark Follower, stood directly in front of him as well. Icy blue eyes shining, the nobody swept his sweat drenched, crimson hair out of them to make sure he wasn't mistaken.

"You picked the wrong day to walk this path, my friend." Kax laughed as he lunged at the horde of heartless, cutting a swathe through them as a scythe would cut wheat. Easily vanquishing the minor Shadows, Kax quickly climbed the larger Heartless, and, cross-shaped necklace glowing, summoned his larger weapon, a stout wooden cross that was this nobody's true force of reckoning. Slamming it down on top of the Dark Follower's head, the heartless crumpled under its own weight, quickly disappearing in a pool of darkness, a large heart raising up into the sky. As the heart's light reflected off of Kax's eyes, he smiled with the lust of battle in his heart, and took off yet again in the direction of the castle.

Walking towards the meeting room after his shower, Kaxamin made sure to announce his presence in his house, wondering why he hadn't seen any of the other members since entering the Organization's stronghold.

"Hey, guys." Kaxamin started, his voice questioning but rather uninterested, "Is anybody home? I know I'm not the only nobody on this world, so speak up." Smiling, Kax continued strolling casually towards his eventual destination in the meeting place.

[Chromatic]

The Perfect Night...

Cloudless skies, so clear that even through the blackness of their form, one could seen as though it were the daylight hours. Stars, millions... no billions of them, winking, and shining down upon the midnight streets of the town. They were a sight to behold by all. And they were beheld by all. Sitting upon the roofs of nearly every building, people took refuge to gaze upon the night skies in all of their glory.

Each constellation made its spot as much an attraction as a carnival would have. But this was all better than any carnival, if one were to ask Anixag of his opinion on the matter. To him, the sky above Traverse Town had always been an ideal spot to find a sight in the cosmos. The clarity from the roof there was surpassed by no other. Though he had to admit, that as a former resident here, he was a bit biased towards it.

he could remember the days of his youth, standing on the top of the Gizmo Shop as the tower bells chimed in midnight, and the technical begining to a new day. His telescope would be propped up in front of him, and his sketch book for drawing the formations he saw among the stars was always in his hands, with a pencil nearby. Each sketch would be detailed to an almost gratuitous level, such was his nature in those days, and even now.

And he now remebered, for the millionth time, his original name: Gavin Thorpe.

He hadn't really changed all that much, neither in character, or in appearance. He still had his trademark mohawk, which his friends had always been trying to rid him of. He chuckled a bit, before he remebered that he really wasn't chuckling. Nobodies couldn't really do so to the fullest extent, seing as they lacked the necessary emotion to do so. And he was still the loyal person he had always been. He would sacrafice to those that were at the core of his meaning. In this case, he was loyal to his organization. Without them, he was just another meaningless existance.

He now stood at the spot of his old observations, where the thought of finding his own star, or world once filled his mind, illiciting streams of emotion from the innards of his heart. "It's not the same without the feelings."

[Pheonex]

Navox stood gracefully on the point of a tower, scanning the area like a hawk. The bright and cheery castle popped up around her, it's white walls and blue roof shingles given an orange tinge in the glow of twilight. She gazed upon the little town that lie beyond the castle walls, the boats at the docks bells ringing in sync with the waves that gently pushed against them. She looked down on the courtyard where the hedges were trimmed neatly in to band members. The place where she once happily roamed in her lazy afternoons.

The wind blew gently on Navox's face, but to her it felt like it went straight through her. She was a Nobody, after all. As she glared down, many memories flowed through her head, but her face was frozen into a mask without emotion of any sort. As the sun continued to set, Navox knew she had to return soon. She sighed at the thought of having to go through another lecture from Xender. With one last glance at the castle, the corridors of darkness swallowed her to take her to her destination.

As Navox arrived back to The World that Never Was, she was greeted by a party of Shadows. She made her way throught the halls of the castle, brushing off the pesky Heartless with a mere flick of her hand. She didn't even glance as the hearts rose into the sky, for she had seen the sight many times before. When she got inside the castle, she brushed off the dark dust that had gotten onto her cloak from when she eliminated the Heartless. She adjusted her hood as her footsteps echoed through the empty halls. A voice reached her as she made her way through the glowing white castle.

"Hey, guys." Kamina started, his voice questioning but rather uninterested, "Is anybody home? I know I'm not the only nobody on this world, so speak up." Navox scoffed and shook her head. That guy has too much fun with his job

[EXV]

The Castle That Never Was stood still as if the Nobodies weren't here anymore. Xender sat in his favorite place or most frequently visited place, anyway, Where Nothing Gathers. His throne stood the tallest in the immaculate white room signifying him as the Leader of Organization XIII. He was bored with this world quite frankly, but leaving wasn't much of an option with Heartless roaming the grounds. They may have been weaklings, but proved talented with destroying entire worlds. Had Xender and the rest of the Organization left, there would be a slim chance at the uprising of the little beasts against the Lesser Nobodies. Xender hopped off his throne and exited the room blankly.

He stared at the night sky feeling some nostalgia from it and yet dismissed his feelings returning to him. Xender knew that he didn't require anything as a Nobody except for power, his loyal subordinates, and his guilty pleasure, sea-salt ice cream. He stuck a bar in his mouth as he stalked the grounds of the castle. He had to do something today besides train, because he could sense the boredom of what the Organization was doing at the moment. Scaring the living daylights out of others was entertaining, but they probably needed something a little more sustaining. Xender noticed Anixag staring up at the worlds/stars that blanketed the sky and shook his head disapprovingly. Memories, to Xender, weren't worth the pain when they returned. Besides, they're Nobodies meaning that they couldn't feel even when they knew their "Others".

Xender pulled his ice cream out his mouth, "Stop stargazing, Anixag! Head to Where Nothing Gathers. Meeting time."

He departed hoping his ally heard him. If he had to repeat himself, Xender would most likely hurt Anixag while doing so. He stalked the halls searching for his other allies. He noticed Navox and approached her watching Kaxamin call out for the other Major Nobodies.

"Meeting time," Xender said loud enough to echo off to Kaxamin, but in a muffled voice forgetting to take his ice cream out his mouth.

Being too lazy to search for the others, Xender continued onward to Where Nothing Gathers bringing out Dusks to carry out the message to other nine of them wherever they were. He didn't mind running the Organization, but when he did, he got images of Kuja running through his head. A noble goal it was to fight against the ever so heroic keybladers, but something didn't seem right about the sorcerer to Xender. It didn't truly matter, so as long as he got to torture someone. Xender disappeared through a Corridor of Darkness arriving at his throne. He sat back, relaxing as he ate his never melting ice cream. Some people hated the taste, but he loved it with a passion.

[Axel Owns]

"Meeting time," Kax heard his superior's voice ring out across the halls. Though, Kax knew, it was not as clear as it should have been. For all he knew, his superior must have had something in his mouth, most likely food.

"Hey, hey, hey! It's time to party!" Kax's sarcasms rang even louder than his superior's orders, his wide smile baring his white array of teeth. "Let's go!" His mock enthusiasm rang even louder as he sauntered off towards the meeting room, watching idly as a few dusks scampered off to carry out Xender's message.

Encountering not a single comrade on his way to the meeting room, Kax reached it only after his superior. Hopping up on his chair, Kax greeted his superior in a very informal manner. "Hey Xender, what's goin' on?"

[VLexaeus]

The shadows of the forest in Twilight Town blanketed Tsubakix as she sat against a tall thick tree full of leaves. The bark didn't exactly create a comfy back rest for her, but she didn't need comfort because she was a nobody. The little light that peeked through the trees bounced off her pale skin, and showed off her boring dark grey eyes. Her eyelids shut, canceling out all light that tried to enter her vision. Even though she could still feel the light beaming on her eyelids, the irritation left just as it came and she opened her eyes once more to a darker sunset.

As she picked the petals off a tiny white daisy that she had found earlier, memories of Wonderland galloped through her simple mind. Those times were so great, and so easy going. She cared about nothing but enjoying herself at the circus, entertaining her friends. The very few friends she did have vanished though, and she hadn't made any since. Even though she was part of the Organization XIII she didn't consider the group her friends, they were allies, or people that helped her reach the finish line of a mission. Nothing else but pawns in a game of chess.

Her neck gently eased back, and rested slightly on the black hood of her uniform as her long snake like pony tail inched towards the ground. She tried to keep all unwanted memories out of her head by replacing them with more cheerful ones of the past. But that was all interrupted when she heard a strange slithering noise a few trees away. She immediately stood up, and got in a more defensive stance; prepared for an attack. Her cloak gently fell down above her ankles, and her hair bounced lightly behind her. Her eyes focused directly on some moving grass in the distance. As it moved closer she noticed it was a fellow nobody of lesser rule; a dusk. Its zipper mouth emerged from the grass, and its body swayed in awkward positions as it gave the message to return to The World That Never Was for some meeting. Tsubakix dismissed it in a polite manner, then rolled her eyes as it left. As if she wanted to go communicate with fellow nobodies. She scratched her nose as a dark portal filled with shades of black and purple enveloped her body. The darkness only lasted for a few moments before she was placed gently into her number thirteen chair in the gathering room. She situated herself, then put on a fake smile to all the entering members who had also had their day interrupted.

[Chromatic]

A dusk appeared before Anixag, briefly startling him. He jumped back, brandishing a pair of large, talon-like hand claws upon his hands, as though to fight the dusk. But he came back to his senses, and looked at it questioningly. "What do you want?" he asked the nobody, though he was already sure he knew why the dusk had come.

The voice of the dusk rang in his head, relaying the message of his leader, Xender. "It's meeting time".

So the time for us to take action is finally upon us. That should provide a good distracting from these memories of mine. Hummingbird!

In a mere fraction of a second, a small nobody, with wings flapping so fast that they couldn't even be seen by its master's eyes, stood before him, its beak chattering frantically awaiting its new orders. "Hummingbird," said Anixag, "I grant you lightning speed for your next journey. Go forth, and inform the others that I will be arriving shortly. I trust that you will be arriving at Where Nothing Gathers before I do." The nobody burst off, leaving a stream of electrical energy left from the lightning in its wake, and Anixag just stared after it.

It'll be there about now, given its speed. I should get going now too. He raised his hand up to his head, stroking the shaven portion of it, around where his mohawk sat. He brushed the hand over the mohawk itself, which sprung back into the upright position as soon as his hand was no longer resting upon it.

With sweeping arm motion from the nobody, a portal through the darkness, and nothingness opened before him, and he stepped casually through it, emerging through the other side. He was now surrounded by an all white room, which housed a circle of chairs set at varying heights. Being the number two within the organization, his was the second tallest seat. With the boost of a jet of air, he rose into the seat.

"Hello all."

[TheBane]

Exton was just watching the night sky in the always dark Halloween town. As he was sitting on top of the curly hill, he was wondering about the sky. How come I can't fly, but those pesky winged baboons can? How come my dreams are crushed and theirs are coming true? How come this opposite has to rule here? Why, why WHY!

Calm down. It's not like me being angry is going to help. It's just that I want someone to stand up to him! Not just cower and make each halloween more scary and less fun. I can't be the one! I don't even have a weapon! I just wish that I could actully do something.

As he was thinking, a bright figure was seemingly falling from the sky. Thinking that it was a shooting star, Exton closed his eyes and wished. He wished with all of his soul, with all of his being. I wish that I can actully do something.

He opened his eyes to find that the star was now falling towards him. Except, it didn't look like a star, it had the shape of a blade of some sort. Exton quickly closed and opened his eyes to comfirm he wasn't just seeing things. Only two words were in his head. Aww snap

Exton got up and started to run like there was no tommarow, but the blade was faster. Exton hopped over small grave stones and criss crossed in the trees, but the blade kept coming. Exton braced himself and stood still, knowing it would reach him anyway, closed his eyes, waiting for the stab. But it didn't come.

The blade, wich now loked like a key, was floating in front of him. Thats a start for a weapon. So he reached out for it and felt the hilt when he found himself into a city of ancients, the forgoten city. It was covered in ruins and dust. It felt like it was abandoned and would never see the light of day again.

" I hope that wasn't a one way trip."

[sephiroth2]

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Tsxern walked slowly through the seemingly empty halls of the organization castle, the sound of his foot steps the only noise ringing throughout the area as he moved along. Stopping at one of the many small balcony stair cases that ran along the outside of the castle, Tsxern placed his left hand against the railing, leaning against it softly as he moved slightly to allow his right fully covered arm to be positioned away from the metal while he admired and looked at the large view of the huge city below the castle.

The dark city reminded Tsxern some of his memories of his previous life, sighing as the familiar sights of the twisted buildings and people brought thoughts long since buried, and just as quickly as they returned, the nobody repressed them, once again burying them down deeply as his mind concentrated on the other members, and on what they could be doing.

Releasing his hand off the metal rail before him, Tsxern turned and continued his walk along the castle corridors, hearing two different sounds, the first being the common noise of a dark corridor opening, while the second sounded more like a person speaking. "Hey, guys." the voice of Kamina said through the once empty halls, his voice sounding more questioning and yet still uninterested at the same time. "Is anybody home? I know I'm not the only nobody on this world, so speak up." the Nobody added as his footsteps continued to get louder the longer he walked, his destination obviously towards the meeting room.

Reaching the end of the stairs he had taken, Tsxern stopped for a short time to turn as he began to walk towards the same meeting area hearing more sounds of the same transportation that all nobodies seemed to use further on ahead. Beginning to walk through the large hallway now completely in silence again, the tall nobody was suddenly stopped by the whizzing noise of a Dusk as it twirled and moved quite randomly along the ground before stopping and standing up as straight as it can be before him.

As it's mouth unzipped allowing the creature to communicate with Tsxern at least briefly, the nobody soon realized what the message was. "Very well!" Was all Tsxern said as he lifted his left hand motioning it to dismiss the Dusk as it suddenly retreated in the same fashion it arrived. Sighing as he turned slightly with his left arm outstretched, Tsxern summoned one of the very same dark corridors before stepping through it and disappearing completely from the hallway.

A moment later, a small eruption of darkness appeared on one of the lower seats within the meeting room. Once there, Tsxern began to adjust himself more comfortably, as he carefully laid his right cloaked arm across the arm of his throne, resting and holding his left under his chin as he propped his elbow against the cold stone of the left side. Simply saying nothing as his eyes moved both downwards and upwards, taking in the few members that had already arrived, and judging by the many empty already, there would be still more to come.

[Game_Punk]

“Yaaaaaaaah!” Akiyoshi yells as the Abes score another goal. “That's how it’s done!”

“Hey You! What’re you doing back here?”

Akiyoshi turns and sees a guard walking up to him. “Uh-oh.” He sprints down the tunnel and around a corner. His jacket flaps around him as he goes down the tunnel. He snuck into the game. He bursts out of the tunnel and into the main lobby of the stadium and heads more calmly down a side street into the shadows. “Well that was a decent game, for the time I was in there.” He looks up to the sky, his eyes straining to see the stars he knows are there. He shrugs and turns down another street. The emptiness of the streets was slightly eerie. A cool breeze blew down the street fluttering his jacket. The wind felt warm on his face, stopping he smiles and takes in the warmth. He starts walking again; letting his feet chose his destination. When he stops and examines his surroundings he is slightly shocked. “Well this is odd. Never seen this place before. Kinda old looking. Oh well, might make a nice place to crash for the rest of the night.”

Akiyoshi walks toward the building not noticing the growing wind. He reaches the door and pulls on one of the handles. “Of course. It’s locked.” He kicks the door and turns to walk away, but trips over something on the ground. With a thud his face smacks against the ground, standing he looks down at the object that tripped him; it was a blade. It was pretty good sized as well, “Well that's just plain dangerous.” He pokes at it with his foot, it was a very intricate blade, looking around he bends down and picks it up. “Not bad. Well I shouldn’t take it, but it could trip some other unobservant person.”

The blade glows softly in Akiyoshi’s hands, a sound echoes around the small area; he turns to see the doors behind him slowly swing open. “Odd. Well, I still need a place to crash, so, whatever.” He walks over to the doors and looks in; it was dusty and ruined. “I’ve slept in worse.” He steps through the doors and is swallowed by a blinding light.

The light begins to dissipate and he looks around to see an ancient city down the road,

“You did this didn’t you?” He looks down at the blade in his hand. “I wonder if any one here has food.”

Akiyoshi takes his first step toward the city. The blade gets warm in his hand.

[Dark Heart 2]

"Beautiful... just beautiful." Flint smiled warmly as he stretched out upon the smooth golden sand of the seashore, letting out sounds of relief as he rid himself of those awful aches and pains in his muscles and bones. After working all day in the sun, laying foundations for houses, cutting down trees for building materials, lifting unbearably heavy objects, and taking part in many other strenuous activities was tiring not just on the soul, but his sore body. The rhythmic lapping of the waves was quite soothing, and he always felt so at ease as he watched the waters take hold of the numerous shells on the beach and drag them back to the depths of the ocean blue. Flint couldn't help but wonder what kinds of places they had been to, what events they had been present in. "Maybe one day, I'll get to see what's out there, too."

Life... Flint's life was simple, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He loved everything that had taken apart of his seventeen years on this gorgeous island. Sure, at times it was rather bland and boring, but the natural beauty that this land held was something he wouldn't, couldn't give up for any price, any prize. No, Flint was satisfied. He had love, peace, joy, friends--

"Ouch!" His train of thought was derailed by something rather round and hard. Striking him in the head, the ball bounced up into the air and landed right in his lap, nearly making a painful blow to his-- "Hey, Flint, mon! Get off of yo' lazy butt and come blitzin' wit' us!"

Still slightly recovering from the unexpected hit, Flint lifted his torso to a seated position, twisting it around to catch sight of the perpetrator. His rare, pale-white eyes gleamed in the glare of the sun, the chestnut brown hair on his top lightly blowing along with the wind. The light from the sun reflected off of his stud earring which bore a crystal within it, and was quite blinding at the right angle and distance. His goatee even seemed brighter and cleaner than usual. The tan t-shirt that he wore was covered by a long sleeved, somewhat raggedy brown shirt. He didn't really know why, but he liked the great combination that the two had together, regardless of this bloody heat. As usual, he had the same faded blue jeans with the brown leather belt, and as well had the same brown and white shoes with the checker pattern on the heel.

Finally realizing who it was, Flint put on a big grin, playfully throwing his fist. "Hey Wakka, you still mad over that last game?" His grin became even bigger. "If I remember correctly, my team completely destroyed yours."

Wakka returned a similar look. "No way, not 'dis time, brudda! Tidus ain't sick no mo', so you betta get ready fo' a beatdown!" It seemed it had forgotten he currently was no longer in possession of the blitz ball he had previously been carrying. He chuckled, sounding rather embarassed, "Uh, ha hah. Mon... you wouldn't be willin' to, uh... gimme dat ball, wouldja?"

Jolting up, my body gave momentum to the ball on my legs, which was now soaring high up. I placed my fist directly under where it was going to fall, and then bounced up again, though only about two feet or so. I then had it land on my finger, spinning the ball to keep it on the small area it was resting on. A friendly yet competitive look fell upon my face. "You're gonna have to come get it if you want it that badly!"

Laughing, Wakka immediately charged. "Your a bum, you know dat, brudda?" During his rush forward, his shadow decided to stay behind where he stood. Wait, what?

Not a few yards from where Wakka had been standing, a dark, shadowy figure was positioned, unmoving. However, soon after the red-headed teen had run forward, it leaped ahead as well, heading straight for him. Not knowing what would happen should it reach him, Flint flicked up the ball from his finger in haste, using his other hand to smash it forward. His aim was generally a little off, but luck decided to be on his side this time, as it smashed right into the face of the creature, then going completely through it, causing it to disperse and disappear in a puff of black smoke.

Wakka, obviously thinking it was meant for him, stopped in his tracks, looking rather insulted. "Yo', brudda, you tryin' to take my head off now or somethin'?" Flint didn't answer. He just stood there, his face expressionless. Or perhaps it was shock? "Yo, mon, what's da matta?"

He pointed. That's all Flint did, was point in Wakka's direction, directly behind him. Giving a perplexed look, Wakka slowly turned around. His jaw dropped when his eyes met what Flint had been motioning to. "Holy motha of chocobos!" An army of those little black creatures stood all around the island. Their little beady yellow eyes and antenna made their demeanor creepier than it already was. They were everywhere. On the trees, atop the hills, in and above the homes, lining the grass before the shore. There must have been hundreds! Where did they come from, how did they spawn here? Flint supposed it didn't really matter too much, because they were now all running towards them. He could only think to scream one thing, "Wakka, run!"

He didn't need to hear it twice. Spinning himself around, he made a mad dash for the shoreline, where Flint stood, still unmoving. Finally coming back to reality, he started waving him over, screaming repeatedly, "Run, man, run!" Flint's heart was pounding, his adrenaline pumping. Wakka's, however, was going much faster. It didn't take long for him to get to Flint, though when he did they both realized something, something very crucial to their fate: they had nowhere else to go except the sea behind them, and the buggers in front of them.

They were trapped. They were getting closer. No options were left. They were closing in. Without even having the opportunity to find any answers to this, they would undoubtedly die not knowing why. They leaped. "Dear God, save us." They were inches away. Then it happened.

A bright, awesome light exploded in front of Flint. The aftermath of this was quite good. Amazing actually. The several dozen that had been in the first row were completely destroyed by this phenomenon, instantly erasing them from existence. The myriad of these black creatures came to a stunning halt. They did not move. If one didn't know any better, they could say these things were afraid, even quaking with fear. Did this light scare them so? Though it was quit blinding to both of them, Flint managed to catch a glimpse of a thing, an object in the white light. He could have sworn it was "A keychain?"

Curiosity got the better of him. The hand that was not blocking the rays of this light began reaching forward, though still being quite cautious. At times Flint hesitated, still not knowing whether he should try and grab whatever was in there. Tired of the mystery, he launched forward, grabbing it without a second thought. At that moment, the light exploded all across the island, and just as quickly imploded. Flint was gone. The fate of the island, it's inhabitants, and those black attackers is still unknown.

Not a few seconds afterwards, he was flung forward into a wall. The force and impact caused him to lose consciousness.

[Shaded_Prince]

Lincaxsoh was in his room, as always. It was one of the larger rooms in The Castle That Never Was, since it was also designed as an archery range of sorts. The room was actually more of a wide hallway, with a small bed to the left of the doorway,and at the far end, roughly 100 yards away, were five holes in the back wall barely large enough for an arrow to fit through. Which was almost funny to Lincaxsoh, since thats exactly what was flying through them. All the way back, nearly leaning on the door, he was shooting his bow, using regular arrows, out of the holes. so far, he had gotten ninety-four in a row without missing. He shot again, ninety-five. Then, he turned his bow to be parallel to the ground, and held five arrows in the bow. Steadying his aim a bit, he let them fly. Right as he had let go of the bow string he heard Xender call for the meeting, which had startled him somewhat and his pinkie gently grazed the one arrow. Ninety-six, ninety-seven, ninety-eight, ninety-nine, and the last arrow had narrowly missed the hole, piercing into the wall so that all that was left were the feathers, now floating to the floor. His bow dissipated and his knees hit the floor. His hand curled into a fist, and slammed onto the floor multiple times. Finally, when he had finished, and his hand bloody, he let out a wail. Being the siren that he is, his enraged cry carried throughout the castle, strong enough that it shattered the glass windows at the end of his room. Calming down, he pulled on his gloves, and opened the door behind him, sliding out of his room. Stretching out one of his insanely thin arms, he opened a dark pathway. When he stepped through, he was on top of his chair. Not in the seat, but on top of the headrest. His one leg was up in front of his body, and his other hanging down in front of the headrest. He stared at the ceiling for a few moments before directing his gaze over at Xender, awaiting the announcement that was so important that had made him screw up his all time best record.

[Pheonex]

Navox was already making her way to the meeting room, having heard Xender's muffled summon to all members to meet. Navox assumed that he was sucking on another one of his stupid salty ice cream bars, because it seemed that was all he ever ate. Sea salt ice cream nade Navox personally sick, the idea of the two odd flavors thrust together into one ice cream bar disgusted her.

A lowly dusk slithered in the air towards Navox like a floating albino snake. It came to stand in front of her, swaying side to side as it tried to deliver the message it was ordered to give out. navox waved it away as she walked by, the dusk not even given the chance to recite its message. "Yes yes, I know," Navox sighed. "I heard already. Now away with you." The dusk hesitated for a moment in confusion, then slithered away, almost as if in disappointment.

Navox walked into the room, the footsteps of her boots sounded fairly loud as they echoed off of the silent walls. She took a quick glance to see that Kaxamin, Tsubakix, Anixag, Tsxern,Lincaxsoh, and of course Xender had already taken their seats on their thrown-like chairs. Not making eye contact with any of them, Navox leapt up gracefully into her own chair, not even attempting to act the slightest bit interested into what was going on. She crossed her arms over her chest, bracing herself for the lecture she knew was coming

[Oblivion Fenrir]

Brexene lept through the trees of an erie light, She always wondered why these trees were like that. she stopped on a midsized branch and noticed a couple of weak fiends below her, "Even my Dusks could beat these guys." She summoned three of them to take on four fiends, they whipped them with their long yet slender arms...
"Hmph, way too easy. Even for them." She continued jumping through the trees and the nobodies dissappeared.