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Temple of the Black Egg

Queen Sectonia @Archmage MC | Octopaths @Yankee | Nadia Fortune @Lugubrious

Word Count: 473
Level 5 Ganondorf: 55/60
Exp: 1
NEW EXP Balance--- 56/60


Maybe it was one of his recently acquired spirits, but F’s escape didn’t enrage Ganondorf as much as one might expect. At least not outwardly anyway. Of course, some of the new information that F leaked went a long way to temper the Warlord’s rage. Because if nothing else, it gave him an idea for a strategy on how to crush all the Consuls. So F’s time would come soon enough. For now, Ganondorf decided his attention was best directed at the Flame Clocks.

By this time the Koopa Troop had blundered into a tunnel they were digging for themselves. Wherever that led to, Ganondorf was certain it would be a waste of his time. But they weren’t the only ones splitting off from the group. The director, Jesse, was taking her leave. Only for her it was a permanent leave. Well, it was always a pity to lose a useful ally, but Ganondorf had no intention of trying to stop her from leaving. What she did with her life was her own business.

It was Primrose who finally said something that piqued the Gerudo’s interest. Well, multiple things actually. Firstly was her mention of yet another King, who seemed to have useful he had yet to share, which of course meant that Ganondorf wanted to hear it for himself. But then there was the second thing she mentioned.

Gerudo Town?” he suddenly said, ”Thou mean to tell me that there is a contingent of Gerudo living in this world?” he demanded. For being a Gerudo himself, one might think he’d be happy to hear about a settlement consisting of his kinsfolk, ”Good. I was wondering where I would eventually staketh my claim in this world. But it seems it hath already been done for me.”

None of them had been aware of his being a Gerudo, except possibly for Bowser who was currently not present. ”I, too, am a Gerudo if thou art curious.” Ganondorf clarified, ”They are not quite the female-only race that thou hath likely been led to believe they are. One male is born every hundred years or so, and the rule of the tribe is fated to be his alone. But of course, so long as I continue to live, there shalt be no other Gerudo men born to the tribe.”

He then gave a look to Primrose, ”But I wish not to tarry here. Come! Let us see this king thou speaketh of. I would hear what he has to say as well. And mayhaps you could also taketh me to Gerudo Town, as well? For too long hath I been without my throne and my subjects.”
Everdream Valley - No News Like Bad News II

Blazermate, Susie, and Roland’s @Archmage MC, Midna’s @DracoLunaris,
Geralt and Zenkichi’s @Multi_Media_Man, Pit’s @Yankee, Roxas’ @Double
Word Count: 2042 (+3)


"Was that everybody?" Pit wondered aloud. He couldn't think of anyone else that he knew for sure would have been operating outside of Alcamoth.

"Because - circling back for a sec - I just remembered Bridges. They said they were going to set some 'ky-rall' thing up at Alcamoth and help get back into the Dead Zone. It's kind of impossible right now - there's rain that makes you old, and invisible 'beach things.' There was this meeting, and they... uhm, asked us to help with Ever Crisis, eheh..." Pit couldn't help but grimace, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly given what had transpired immediately before their arrival here. Since their base was in Midgar, he didn't know what was going to happen to them. "If they already got connected to Smash City before it got attacked, maybe they know what happened? Even if they don't, we should probably find them so we can help each other."

He hoped he was making sense. Honestly he had spent most of the meeting just trying to keep all the information straight in his head, and then was blindsided and upset by the whole baby thing. He looked between Shirogane and the people most familiar with Midgar; Goldlewis, Roland, Sandalphon and Zenkichi, really hoping he wouldn't have to try and explain what Bridges itself was if someone else could do better. "You guys know about Bridges, right?"

Goldlewis nodded emphatically, “Yeah, the logistics and delivery company. They're a household name in Midgar. They lent us a hand with the hideout, in fact.” He paused for a moment. “Now that I think about it, they'd know we won ‘cause o’ Karin’s speech. I'd be surprised if they don't reach out to the SOU. Lemme call up home base, see what's goin’ on.”

Shirogane seemed amped up by the prospect of reunification. “Yessir! We Centennials were workin’ with them good folks from Bridges from the beginnin’. In fact, they're the reason why we went to Alcamoth in the first place. Once we reconnect, I reckon we’ll be in business.”

“I remember Mewtwo mentioning them. The leadership of Alcamoth trusted them. We ought to see how they're doing.” Geralt advised.

”Yeah, I’ve had to work with Bridges before, as a Turk.” Zenkichi added. ”They’re legit. Though all of their tech goes way over my head.”

Encouraged by the realization, Goldlewis stepped away to make the call.

”You guys… kinda lost me a while ago.” Roxas admitted. He’d only just joined the Seekers about three days ago or so. But it sounded like they'd already done a ton of stuff before they ever showed up at Twilight Town. And right about now was when he finally remembered that he had some info he needed to share.

”I almost forgot,” Roxas said with a snap of his fingers, ”When I talked to that girl from the Organization this morning, I learned a thing or two from her about them.” he pointed out, knowing that not all the Seekers had been present for that entire conversation. So he figured now was as good a time as any to share what he’d been told.

”She claims that defeating Galeem alone isn’t going to put the worlds back where they belong. Evidently the Organization has some plan of their own to do that, or so they claim.” Naturally, Roxas’ own distrust of the Organization was no secret and so how he was framing them needed to be taken with a grain of salt, ”She didn’t tell me what that plan was, but she did tell me who was giving the Organization their orders. And based on that, I think I may have a possible theory about what that mystery plan is.”

All eyes were on Roxas. “No need to pause for suspense,” Sandalphon told him flatly. “The sooner we know, the better.”

”Xehanort.” Roxas replied, not that he expected any of them to recognize that name or why it was a big deal, ”Remember the man I mentioned a minute ago? You know, the one who wrecked and endangered multiple worlds where I come from?” It was a rhetorical question, but they’d be more than capable of inferring that that was who Xehanort was, ”As for the plan, I think it’s the same plan he tried to execute in the world we both came from…” a brief pause, ”...Kingdom Hearts.” Again, he didn’t expect any of them to know what that was. Nevertheless, the term hung ominously in the cool morning air.

”Kingdom Hearts is… kind of confusing to explain.” Roxas admitted, ”But the simple version is that, in the world Xehanort and I come from, Kingdom Hearts is the name given to the heart of all worlds. Where both Light and Darkness first originated. Someone who can summon and wield its power can use it to rewrite or simply create a whole new world. So if what Xatow said is true and Xehanort is the one giving them their orders? Then I’d bet my Keyblades that’s his ultimate goal.”

Sandalphon nodded slowly. “Our shared encounter with Xatow was, as you might expect, my first rendezvous with Organization XIII. The existence of a larger-scope goal to take the worlds’ salvation into their own hands would explain their assistance.” She peered at Roxas, her power symbols practically staring into his soul. “After this, I would like to go over all the minutia with you.”

”Sounds to me like this Kingdom Hearts thing is yet another path to become a false god. Ugh. Can I get one adventure without somebody becoming a god? Just one?” Zenkichi complained, though it was fairly lighthearted. At least he had plenty of experience with toppling self-assumed gods.

”Salvation… right.” Roxas said with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, ”I wouldn’t exactly count on Xehanort for salvation. Knowing him, the only thing he’ll do is replace Galeem with himself. Not the kind of person you should trust to put the worlds back the way they’re supposed to be.” If Roxas had his misgivings about the Organization before? Then now his distrust and antagonism toward them was ramped up even further now that he knew Xehanort was reportedly involved, ”I’m willing to bet he’s lying to the other Organization members about saving the worlds so that they’ll do what he wants. That’s pretty much how he ran the old Organization back in our own world.” After this he gave a nod to Sandalphon.

”Sure, I can do that with you. Just… fair warning, it’s kind of a long story.”

”This ‘kingdom hearts’ sounds like what the light of the Library was. Although its probably not made from thousands upon thousands of years of suffering trying to find enlightenment.” Roland said, scratching his head.

”Does he know that you know?” Midna inquired ”Because if he doesn’t we have a nice the leg up on him when it comes to the post victory backstabbing.”

Roxas blinked. They couldn’t see it because of his silver mask, but his face was turning a bit red underneath it, ”Um…” he stammered.

By now, Goldlewis had returned. “Dunno,” he muttered, stroking his whiskers. “Xatow was helpful in a roundabout way, and the one we met in Al Mamoon seemed nice enough. Maybe this Xenahort feller’s keepin’ the rest in the dark.”

That question held more importance for Sandalphon than the others might realize. “The answer might depend on what Roxas said to Xatow earlier this morning.” She narrowed her eyes. “If at all possible, we should avoid raising their suspicions.”

”Best to keep our cards close to our chest then, and see if we can get a peek at any of theirs,” Midna agreed.

”Yeah, about that…” Roxas said sheepishly, ”I might have… uh… told Xatow to tell Xehanort that I’m coming after him next once I’m done with Galeem.” he gulped with some embarrassment. In hindsight that was pretty stupid of him to do. At the time he was trying to sound intimidating. Now he was kicking himself for it.

Sandalphon’s pupils turned into lightning bolts.

”But, hey, maybe she didn’t take me seriously?” he offered in his own defense, ”And I wouldn’t be surprised if Xehanort was already aware of my being here, so… maybe he’s already anticipating that I know his plan?” If it sounded like Roxas was grasping at straws, it was because he absolutely was.

As the princess face palmed, the archangel ran a hand through her hair, brushing it out of her face for a moment. “Let us hope so.”

“There is such a thing as overestimating an opponent.” Geralt added, though she hummed. “Still, we ought to take your word for it that he’s bad news, and the type to think through every contingency. Sounds like a real pain.”

“...As for my call, turns out that Bridges did get in touch with the SOU,” Goldlewis mentioned. “They’re interested in patchin’ up our communications issue too. Said they can connect us to the Chiral Network if they can get some folks out.” He glanced at Midna. “I told ‘em we were here. If you’re willin’ to help, they can get some people out to join us and get started straight away.”

”If they need portal jumps, and can get to the places I have them, then I can do that. I very much do not want to be in the dark again about anything like this” Midna immediately agreed.

Sandalphon spoke up next. “Although we have much more to say, I believe that we should adjourn for now. We’ve been constantly embattled throughout the morning, and I suspect that we could all use some time to rest and regain our strength. After all, even if we plan for the future, we will be unable to face it if we’re not up to the task.” She spoke matter-of-factly as always, but after a moment her voice softened somewhat. “I can only assume that the fate of Alcamoth weighs heavily upon you all. The news pains me as well. It would surprise me, though, if you allowed the Consuls this victory over your hearts. If it were my friends…” The archangel paused. “I know their wish would be that I held my head high, and forged onward.”

Goldlewis nodded, pleased that Sandalphon had so elegantly given voice to his own thoughts. “I could sure use a break. After runnin’ around so much, my dogs are barkin’.” He patted his stomach, a bit less self-conscious than usual thanks to his fusion. “It’s gettin’ to be about mealtime, anyhow.”

Pit agreed with both of them, especially Sandalphon. Learning about the state they'd unwittingly put Midgar in, and the fate of Smash City Alcamoth, put a damper on the Seekers' victory. Plus it was impossible not to worry over the safety of all the people that were now missing. But he'd meant what he said before; he had faith that most everyone would have been able to make it out. And with some of their own staying behind to help the citizens of Midgar, they should be fine too. Everyone still around and fighting would just have to take up the torch for any that had passed. On the bright side, the team had just defeated one of Galeem's Guardians - and they could still connect with the widespread Bridges. Get up, fall down, get up again - like always!

"No matter what happens, there's no way we can just give up now!" Pit said, aware that he was speaking for the group at large and hopefully assuaging any doubts. Then he grinned at Goldlewis. "But yeah, let's eat!"
Tobias Westen


”’Esoteric’...?” Toby repeated back to Aile, ”What’s that supposed to mean?” She was being just as cryptic as the notes were. As if Toby needed any more reason to dislike her. But it sounded like she wasn’t going to be able to give any full answers right now. Terrific.

But that wasn’t the only thing she said that stuck out to him. ‘Skilled duelists’, that was what she said the group was. And they wanted him of all people? The guy who only advanced a single round the other night using a deck that even he couldn’t deny was… budget… at best? Toby’s hand rested on the deck box clipped to his belt.

He wanted to ask “Why me?” but he got the distinct feeling that Aile didn’t have the answer to that, given how she greeted him. The only way he was gonna be able to ask that is if he met someone higher up the totem pole. And right now the only way to do that... was to follow instructions, at least for the time being.

”It says to follow the marked path, right?” he asked, pointing to the note and the lantern hanging nearby, ”Well, how hard could that be?” His vote was clear. They should just follow the instructions and get this over with.
Not me, I'm still here.

The Under

Temple of the Black Egg

Word Count: 758
Level 5 Ganondorf: 53/60
Exp: 2
NEW EXP Balance--- 55/60


”It is done, then.” Ganondorf declared, after the Radiance finally appeared to die for good. Of course, that wouldn’t be confirmed until she was fully reduced into a Spirit. He imagined a Guardian’s Spirit would confer a great deal of power to whosoever claimed it. He was tempted for a moment to claim it for himself, but chose not to. That Radiance creature reeked with pure light, and that was not something the Warlord wished to have within himself. And besides, it wasn’t as if Ganondorf wasn’t also becoming more and more powerful in other ways…



Instead it was Queen Sectonia who ended up claiming the Guardian’s spirit. Considering they were both insect-like creatures, it was almost fitting in a way. Regardless, Sectonia’s newfound connection to pure light was something Ganondorf himself would have to be wary of going forward. There was a reason why the warlord had held on to the Holy White Sword all this time despite him never really using it. After all, what better way to prevent it from ever being used against him?

But after all that was finished, the Seekers all found themselves reawakening at the familiar sight of the Black Egg. Nearby, the Hollow Knight knelt… battered and weakened. But before anyone like Ganondorf himself could move to do anything, several white bullets circled around the defeated shadow creature and closed around it, finishing him off. And that was when the weasley Consul finally saw fit to come out of hiding. But now he was scared, sniveling and groveling for his life. Sectonia was the one who moved to question him first. But before she did, Ganondorf took her moment of distraction as an opportunity to request something of her.

”Might I borrow that curious Hat of Avarice, but a moment?” He asked her. And surprisingly enough, she handed it right to him without a second thought. Perfect. She was currently too distracted by F and her newfound powers to notice or question who it was that was asking for the Hat. Ganondorf inspected the Hat for but a small moment, before putting it on his head in place of his helmet. Then he scooped up the nearby spirit of the Hollow Knight.

”Let us see how well this Hat works…” Ganondorf said to himself under his breath as he squeezed the Spirit in order to crush it…



”Curious...” He said, inspecting the dark cloak that he acquired as a result of crushing the Knight’s spirit. It definitely had some kind of charm or enchantment on it, but what that was exactly he’d have to find out for himself. Although perhaps someone like Kamek would be able to identify it? Something he’d have to consider a bit later. For now, the matter at hand was the sniveling Consul who for all intents and purposes was now at their mercy.

Sectonia was asking the questions, all things Ganondorf himself wanted to know as well, so he had no reason to ask any of his own for the time being. The two Orsterrans on the other hand, did speak up. Primrose in particular. She seemed surprisingly content to simply end the Consul’s life here and now, and that it was her thief friend who had to stay her hand. Curious, given their backgrounds one would think the roles would have been reversed.

By now, Ganondorf had put his shadowy helmet back on. He stepped forward to join in on the grilling, handing the Hat of Avarice back to Sectonia as he did so, ”Thou had best consider thy answers carefully.” He advised the groveling Consul. He then drew the White Sword from its scabbard and appeared to be looking it over and inspecting it. Almost certainly, the Consul would have recognized this as the sword that was intended to be used to execute the Warlord, and yet here he stood with it now in his possession. A subtle little reminder of just who it was they were dealing with and that he was not to be trifled with or taken lightly.

”My compatriots here do not appear to be in a very patient mood.” He added, then pointed the sword’s tip in the Consul’s direction, ”And I, even less so.” At this point Ganondorf’s message was loud and clear. The Consul could either cooperate, or find himself run through by the very sword that was intended to keep its wielder in check.

Midgar
Deep Ground

Word Count: 1,200
Level 7 Roxas: 71/70
Exp: +2
NEW EXP Balance--- 3/80


”So… it’s over?” Roxas asked, gasping to catch his breath. His health wasn’t in great shape and he’d just burned all of his MP on the Limit Break he used against Tycoon. But luckily for him, Blazermate and Sandalphon were around and he could get the healing he needed from them. After that he looked around at what was left of the platform they’d all been fighting on. Namely at the four Spirits that were now laying around the area.

”So many people… gone.” he said with a shake of his head. He understood that some people simply needed to be stopped… but that didn’t make the impact any less staggering. ”I wonder what happens now?” he asked himself. Shinra and Armstrong were both gone, so… who would be in charge now? Could anyone even be in charge now? He was sure some of the others would probably be able to answer that question better than he could.

Roxas began looking around more closely at the Spirits. Strangely, they looked like books instead of how Spirits normally looked. He wasn’t sure what was up with that, but he did notice that some of the other Seekers were able to use the books as they would any normal Spirit, so Roxas could safely assume they still worked the same way. He picked up one of the books, titled Infinite. Its pages contained snippets of Infinite's story. Something about a mercenary that was later fused with something called the Phantom Ruby. But everything beyond that was incomprehensible fragments. But there were intact sections that detailed Infinite's powers. He was pretty powerful from what the pages described. If fighting Mephisto and Tycoon had shown him anything, it was that Roxas was still a relatively small fish in this ever growing ocean of combatants and factions. In other words, he frankly needed to step up his game. Fusing with Spirits had made Roxas nervous before, but things had worked out well enough with RocktTrans, so maybe…



Roxas gave off a brief localized flash of light, the telltale sign of a fusion. He’d picked up the book for somebody named Infinite and pressed it against his forehead. He looked around at how his outfit changed, noted the appearance of a necklace around his neck that contained a triangular ruby jewel. Not to mention the fact that his helmet had become more like a silvery mask with long pointed jackal ears, and that his now-pointy shoes were steel-toed at their tips. He also ran a hand through his now slightly-longer hair which took him a moment to realize now had white tips.

It also took Roxas a moment to notice that the right eye of his mask was covered by an opaque visor of some kind. And when he closed his other eye, that visor began to display HUD information, even showing an active ticking timer for his recharging MP, ”Whoa, that’s… different.” he noted to himself, then suddenly had the instinct to try something. He waved one of his hands and suddenly a row of 1x1x1 foot cubes appeared directly in front of him. They were crimson red, and looked dangerous to the touch, but Roxas found that he could touch them with no harm. Then he proceeded to vault off of them and summon a new platform of cubes underneath his feet to vault once again off of. But when he tried to do it a second time, it didn’t work and he instead went tumbling back to the ground.

Roxas then ignited the energy blade of his StepSword and noticed that the blade’s color had changed. Previously it was a bluish color, but now it was more of a crimson red tint. After he was satisfied with inspecting himself, Roxas rejoined the other Seekers to exit the arena and found himself in a mainframe room.

Around him, he listened to Midna, Goldlewis, and Sandalphon discuss and speculate on what this room was used for and what was going to happen to Midgar now, ”Are any of those cities even able to take in so many people at once?” he asked in reference to the evacuation options that Sandalphon provided, ”There were a lot of people living in Midgar… maybe even too many. Is it possible to divide the population into groups that go to different places? Without splitting up families, obviously.”

Sandalphon shook her head. “The places I mentioned are all just outlying support centers for Midgar itself. There’s no chance any one could sustain the whole population. They would have to split up, if they even consent to go.”

Of course, even that still sounded like a massive undertaking as well. Roxas got the feeling that no matter how the Seekers sliced it, this was going to be a very difficult time. ”And… are we still fugitives? Psych-OSF and the Administration are broken apart, but… how many people out there are going to be angry at us for doing this, even if it was for their own good?”

The more he thought about this, the more Roxas was starting to think that they may have just made the Ever Crisis even worse than it already was.

Goldlewis scratched his head. “Chances are good folks won’t know we had a part in it, ‘cept Luka, Yuito, an’ the like. Guess it’s up to y’all how much you wanna say in your announcements, if you say anythin’.” The big man had some ideas cooking, but he seemed reluctant to take the stage. As a longtime political aide, he knew firsthand the ramifications of public address. Something else occurred to him, though. “That is, unless the Consuls step in. Seems like Y’s history, but the rest’re bound to be more pissed than ever. They could really weaponize the storm that’s comin’. Skippin’ town sounds better by the minute.”

”I hate to just leave the city in chaos like that.” Roxas said, which actually kinda surprised him. As much as this city had rubbed him the wrong way at various times, it turned out he still grew to care about it in spite of that, ”But I guess it really does sound like we don’t have much choice. Not unless we can somehow put together a new Administration that can fix things…”

But where would anyone even begin to do something like that? Roxas was certainly clueless about that sort of stuff. He wouldn’t have even had any ideas for potential candidates, much less be able to do any of that himself.

“People haven’t trusted the government in years, but thanks to Public Security, they got kept in line,” Goldlewis. “And thanks to how Shinra handled the Machine invasion, I figure we’re at rock bottom. Broke beyond repair. We’d have to be a helluva lot worse than Shinra to uphold rule of law now, and I ain’t fixin’ to be.” He shook his head. “Shinra and the Machines were what kept folks here. With ‘em gone, there’s gonna be nothin’ in Midgar but anarchy. Every man for himself.”

Giovanna chuckled dryly. “Guess Armstrong got his wish after all.”

Roxas could only look down at this, having nothing left he could offer to say. Despite their winning the battle… he was feeling pretty defeated.
@Lugubrious Done.

The Under

Dreams of Night

Word Count: 873
Level 5 Ganondorf: 49/60
Exp: 4
NEW EXP Balance--- 53/60


Well this was all just peachy. First the Radiance looked in danger of getting swallowed by shadows, then she managed to escape and was trying to fly away! How the bloody hell was Ganondorf supposed to give chase? He could summon the phantom horse but that could only go for so long and then what? Plummet to his death? It was all so vexing. But when the strange locomotive appeared, it at least gave the Seekers some kind of workable solution. And so despite being in the middle of a deadly battle, the warlord piled onto the train with everyone else.

It sped along through tracks that seemed to appear out of thin air only to vanish again once the train passed over it. One had to wonder if the pilot could make those tracks appear in any direction or if the train was stuck on a fixed track. But now wasn’t the time to be questioning the logistics of their transportation. Unfortunately there was little Ganondorf could do while they were still a distance away. He re-summoned his Moblin archers and they all took shots at the fleeing Radiance, but the constant movement of her and the train made their accuracy pretty abysmal.

It wasn’t until after the Troop had done their assault, when Sectonia summoned a large crystal, that Ganondorf realized that maybe he could do something. So he launched forward into a run where he then vaulted up to the crystal like a makeshift platform and proceeded to launch off of it courtesy of a bullet jump. As quick as he could manage, Ganondorf summoned the Phantom Steed before he could start plummeting back down and rode it forward in a charge toward the Radiance.

The Guardian in question shot back with lasers that Ganondorf was able to avoid by veering toward the side. But when it became clear that he wouldn’t be able to cleanly dodge the next volley of shots, he instead launched himself out of the saddle while simultaneously kicking the horse off to the side so they both would go off in opposite directions to avoid the volley of lances coming their way. Then Ganondorf used a midair jump to correct himself and once again launch toward the Radiance.

He came crashing into her with a Flame Choke. Despite there being no ground to land on, he could still give her a facefull of exploding dark flame regardless. But with her being in her Absolute state, well, frankly they were practically burning each other just being in close contact like this. So Ganondorf knew he had to finish what he was doing, and quickly. The quickest thing he could think to do was to power up a Warlock Punch. Normally this was a very telegraphed attack that could be easy to avoid if an enemy was quick and reflexive enough.

Which is probably why it was a good thing that Ganondorf was still benefiting from the boosts courtesy of the green mages’ spell. The speed boost from it let him charge up the punch in half the time it normally took him. And the attack boost would make it hit extra hard. Ganondorf released his grip on the Radiance and pushed himself off of her slightly so that he could then deliver his haymaker Warlock Punch in all its explosive glory. ”INCREASETH THY SPEED!” He shouted down to the train driver at the top of his lungs.

Magikrab wasn’t sure of what the warlord was planning at first, but increased the train’s throttle anyway. It didn’t take him long to realize that the train was now on a collision course with the Radiance and rammed into her full speed. As for Ganondorf himself, he managed to catch himself onto the saddle of his phantom horse and used it to ride back in the direction of the train. But the horse’s time limit ran out moments later, forcing him to vault from it with a bullet jump to cover the rest of the distance back to the train.

”AIM THY COURSE DOWNWARD!” Ganondorf yelled toward the front of the train, needing to practically scream in order for even his booming voice to carry forward, ”LET THE DARK ABYSS TAKE HER!” He added, clarifying his plan. The Radiance had been doing all those to escape from the darkness that tried to devour her after all. And now that she’d been caught by the ramming train? Why not let the darkness have the meal that was trying to escape from its jowls? As for the warlord himself? He drew his twin Greatswords and began to vault across the top of the train cars toward the locomotive engine where the Absolute Radiance was currently pinned.

”Ready thyselves!” Ganondorf shouted to other Seekers, ”It ends now!” At this point he didn’t care that getting near the Radiance harmed him. Just knowing that he could have the same effect on her made this more than worth it. Once he reached the train’s engine he would be more than happy to deliver a furious string of darkness-powered sword swings at this blasted Guardian.


Midgar
Deep Ground ~ The Source

Word Count: 720
Level 7 Roxas: 67/70
Exp: 4
NEW EXP Balance--- 71/70


Roxas sure was glad the poison clouds were finally gone. But with one problem going away, it ushered in new problems to take its place. Namely the rings that started appearing all over the place and detonating. The Nobody could keep himself out of them somewhat, but doing that meant less concentration on dealing with everyone’s real target - Tycoon. But if he could last a bit longer, his MP would be recharged and at least he’d have that to fall back on.

For the time being, he had to stay pretty defensive and evasive. Not only from the rings, but from occasional swipes that came from Tycoon’s big arms. His StepSword dash and the mental calculations that were made easier by the spirit within him were greatly appreciated. Roxas had no idea how he would have been able to keep up this kind of tempo without getting swatted or caught by a ring otherwise.

When Tycoon brought its arm down to slam on the ground, Roxas dive-rolled out of the way to narrowly avoid being squashed. He saw this as an opportunity and jumped up on the hand as it began to rise back up. Then he just ran along the arm for a couple steps and used the StepSword to dash at the Guardian’s face with a quick slice courtesy of the energy blade that ignited from his hand. The Keybearer was able to follow that up with a short flurry of Keyblade strikes at Tycoon’s face before noticing the other arm coming around for a swipe. So he dashed downward and out of its way, which also put Roxas back on the ground where he aimed up with his right gauntlet and fired off a charged shot from his RockGun at Tycoon’s head area.

This was all thanks to a bit of good fortune on his part, and Roxas knew it wasn’t likely he would find another opening like that again without using MP to create one. With that in mind, the Nobody simply went back on the defensive yet again. Although this time he wasn’t quite able to make a clean getaway from one of the rings, the resulting blast managed to barely catch him and sent Roxas momentarily sprawling.

”Gah, ow!” Roxas yelped, ”That’s what I get for pushing my luck I guess.” he muttered, pushing himself to his feet and refusing to let himself be slowed down by the hit. In fact there was already a frozen laser getting ready to shoot at him any moment now. Roxas went to roll out of its trajectory when suddenly the arena shook. Not that would hurt him, but it did throw him off his balance and sent him stumbling… just in time for the laser to unfreeze and clip him against his left side. Roxas recovered, but now he was starting to get frustrated.

So it was a good thing, then, that his MP had finally recharged. And so the Keybearer began to float in place and channel his Light. ”Alright, let’s see how you like getting laser’d!” As with his previous fight against Ninten and Lucas, Roxas began to call down columns of Light to strike the Arena around him. Their pattern was mostly random but he was able to keep it largely localized on Tycoon. Not that that would be particularly hard thanks to the Guardian’s large size making it an easy target. Tycoon did fight back though, attempting to swat Roxas with one of his arms or shoot him with one of his unfrozen laser shots. Between that and Roxas interrupting his channeling in brief moments to reposition himself to avoid incoming attacks, it almost looked like he was having some kind of laser light duel against the Guardian. And then Roxas intensified his assault, ”Give me strength!” and channeled his light more strongly. This made his light columns become bigger, stronger, and to begin striking faster.

Naturally this wasn’t going to last forever. Roxas’ Magic Hour Limit Break would run its course and be over soon enough. But hopefully he was able to deal some big damage with this and maybe give some others an opening they could capitalize on in the process.
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