Over the years a certain (award-winning) role play has always managed to pop up in some reincarnation. This is the one for this week.
But, really. Organization XV was always great, and we always had really good ideas to make the next iteration better and extra awesome. Often times...most of the time (all of it) we had the slight tendency to fail at this. We set fair goals, and just want to relive that amazing session back in 2008. So I figure as one of those people who loved to god mod and set certain impossible goals alongside the reasonable ones...no this isn't Jezza on an alternate account, but I want to make a lasting impression for those who also wanted to be a part of this and didn't get the chance in the long run.
I hope to embody everything we wanted this RP to be. I really want this to be a little collaborative, since it was a number of us who made this RP great to begin with. So if any of you vets of this thing want to suggest something then go right ahead, I don't have any right over everything. I'm using my craving for intense, crazy, convoluted plots to drive this thing into greatness, but I can't do it alone. If you have any complaints, deal with it. Unless like iunno you really don't want me potentially messing with your character I can understand that but I'll try to be considerate.
Renamed for purposes related to rewrites with good intentions, I give you, The ORG.
The World That Never Was, black and abysmal, the dark city skyscrapers contrasted against a stark white castle hovering above them all. Each blackened tower, almost trying to reach up to the inhumanly geometric architecture, stood in silence. There was lack of sound, lack of life. There were only the Heartless, strange beings acting on instinct, blindly looking for hearts they would not find in such a place. Streets lit up with lamp posts and glowing windows housed no populous. Nothing about the world seemed real, and was like something out of a dream, or perhaps a nightmare
It was one of those odd days in the world, when the bizarre atmosphere allowed for a thunderstorm. Lightning flashed, but there was no sound to follow. Erie, alien weather. Even the rain, as it created puddles on the grey concrete streets, collecting at the curbs and flowing to storm drains, made but an inaudible hissing as it made contact with the ground. It poured like little waterfalls into the sewer system below, probably making the loudest noise that would dare echo across the world for a good while-
Underground, a system of spacious sewers crawled around city blocks and weaved between buildings. They were normally very silent, the sewage drifting without any noise, and maybe some moonlight or neon signs shedding some light down below. This night, however, the tunnels were illuminated by epileptic purple lights, phosphorescence that was in fact concentrated and amplified and super-heated. In other words, laser beams, lots of them, being fired upon two people in black cloaks. They ran pretty fast, with the female of the two, Kinxu, in the lead. She could see a faint column of light in the distance; a manhole cover that had been lifted off when they descended earlier. This was supposed to be a simple reconnaissance mission, but they knew of their presence, somehow.
There was another flash, bright light building up behind her, and Kinxu could see her shadow stretching in front of her as the attack homed in. Within a moment she could smell smoke and burning leather. Part of her arm was on fire- a shot successfully hitting its target. Infuriated and eager to make a final stand, she turned swiftly mid-step, and swept her arm over the murky water to her side. Her abilities gave her control over it. A stream of water jettisoned up, like a whip. The assailant stumbled backwards with a loud, cracking splash. Kinxu smirked, and conjured up another stream. The Nobody that was running alongside her stopped as well. A blue javelin appeared in his hands in an icy mist.
Their attacker recovered, brandishing two intimidating gatling guns that were attached to his arms with a series of belts and clamps. They whirred and clicked and glowed as they charged up. The male Nobody jumped, and sent a flurry of sharp hailstones at his opponent while he was vulnerable. The weakness didn't last long, though, and he raised both arms, two bright laser blasts launching from both. Kinxu jumped to the other side of the sewer, her water following, and narrowly missed another, much more fatal burn. She ran a little to synchronize her movements with her partner, watching him run at the attacker with his weapon extended. Kinxu slashed at the enemy with water once more, hitting him in the face this time, letting Cyolx strike at this critical moment.
Xynras, their now bumbling enemy, whacked at the lance blindly with his arm, a weapon of its own what with being gilded in metal. The lance bounced off, but before Xynras could deliver a follow-up attack, Kinxu lunged, slashing at his neck with her extended claws. They were her weapons; blue, crystalline talons extending from each finger. The attack succeeded, and her partner regained his stance quickly enough to drive his weapon into their opponent's gullet. The large man roared in pain, gagging madly on his own blood, and collapsed, fading away in a blaze of luminescent purple and black. A light show to celebrate their victory on the dangerous assailant. They stood, nodded to each other, and made for the meeting place at the end of the sewer.
The rain, coming through a nearby drain, drowned out the clinking of chains as they flew through the air.
The Nobodies definitely heard some sharp, slicing sound after the chains had rattled though. One of them felt it more. Kinxu checked to see why her team mate had stopped so suddenly. Neon light from above shone though a drain above to show her. A long, strange blade was protruding through his chest, at least a foot. She looked in horror as a much more audible series of clicks reeled back the chain this blade was evidently attached to. Cyolx coughed and spluttered, stumbling backwards without the energy to fight the pull. Kinxu could see life draining from his pale eyes, and from anger and fear she unsheathed her claws. Soon her partner had disappeared into the darkness behind them. There were a few more of those sickening, stabbing sounds, then silence.
Kinxu blinked, trying to see into the dark, rather than run. Revenge drove that urge. She thought she saw some figure, and took that as a signal to strike.
Diving into the blackness, the sharp diamond talons clashed with a blade covered in icy blood. She desperately tried to follow the glint of the metal in the faint light, but it moved faster than her eyes could keep up with, let alone her hands. At one point, she felt panic, and less than a second later knew it was a mistake to hesitate that way. Out of nowhere, she was struck in the cheek with something hard and cold and blunt. Whatever it was, Kinxu managed to knock it out of the way, and swipe upwards. There was the familiar sensation of making contact, and she knew it hurt. Her weapons had a habit of making a mark. She hopped back, taking brief condolence that it was not something sharp that hit her.
Fortunate, then, but not now. She had not accounted for the projectile nature of her enemy’s weapon. The blade ejected with an almost inaudible hiss.
The blood trickled out of her like little waterfalls, onto the concrete and into the water.
The loudest noise that would dare echo across The World That Never Was ceased.
Her body slumped backwards and started to fade immediately. The Nobody that had defeated her, though, leaned down to inspect the body. Time was not on his side, as what was not evaporating into black smoke was nearly melting away. It did not take much work, though. His mission was done moments later, while that Organization’s had failed.