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Even companies like Netflix are against the removal of net neutrality. Why did it get voted out? Political bullshit. They know what would have happened if they put it to a public vote.
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Two older guys are sitting in Starbucks next to me, loudly insulting their frugal friend for his small TV and the fact that he doesn't eat take out. People are stupid.
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@LordofthePies I call my sister Moo-Doodle.
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Hit my word goal for day one of NaNo, just 29 to go. Hahahaha.


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I might actually be able to post again! Hopefully I can get one up before the guild crashes again.
That fine. I'd rather you play the characters true to themselves than not. It'll be more interesting this way anyway.
The tendril attack was starting again and Sam wasn't showing any signs of waking up. Ashe brought up her blade to block this round of attacks as the creature added in something new, lightning. Ashe couldn't dodge, not without Sam getting hurt. She would have to block the tendrils as best as she could, and take a hit from the lightning. This was going to hurt. But before anything could impact, there was a strange flash of light. The light was warm, and very familiar. Ashe had felt it once before, when her world had been swallowed by darkness. She had always thought that it had been that light that saved her. There was a surge of energy inside the warrior woman, as if the last day hadn't been nothing but pure chaos.

The tendrils and the lightning were deflected by the light. No, that wasn't right. Ashe turned to see Sam, laying there on the ground, eyes opened, holding up a weapon she had never seen before. She hadn't seen it before, but she knew what it was from the stories Leon and the others had told her. It was a Keyblade. Sam had a Keyblade? He seemed no worse for wear. He used another attack Ashe had never seen before, some sort of magic came out the front of his Keyblade, it seemed to do a lot of damage to the creature. It was time to finish it off.

Ashe was only moments behind Sam as he rushed forward. All she could think about was protecting him, protecting these townspeople, just as she had done on Aumi. Ashe felt that warm light again, but this time it felt a little different. The light was forming some sort of barrier around her, like a lightly blue tinged bubble. But this time, that warmth wasn't coming from Sam, it was coming from her. "Is this, magic? How am I using magic?" She had no more time to think as the creature tried to attack her. Ashe brought her blade up to deflect it, but it was blocked by the barrier instead. As she surged forward, leaping into the air to deliver a final blow, the barrier disappeared.

She sunk her blade into the creature one last time, and as her feet hit the ground once more, watched as the creature disappeared, defeated. Ashe released a breath and pressed a hand against her wounded side. "Sam has a Keyblade, I used magic. What the hell is going on here?" Things were a lot less hectic than they had been moments ago, but they weren't out of the woods yet. They were both bleeding, they had no idea if the Emperor had survived, and they still had to get home. Things weren't over quite yet. "If you had a Keyblade, why didn't you use it sooner?" Ashe asked, as she walked over to Sam.
Ashe stared up at the giant creature with nothing but calm on her face. This was where her strengths were. These are the types of creatures that she fought in her home world, massive, dangerous, monsters. Though normally she fought them with at least her entire squad, sometimes multiple of them. With just her and Sam, things might be a little tougher. But she wasn't afraid, they would handle this. It had to have a weakness, all creatures did, even if it was just a small one.

The thorny tendrils started to attack both of them, and Ashe couldn't worry about Sam at the moment, she had to hope that he could handle this too. With a mixture of dodges, blocks, and slashes, Ashe skillfully moved around the tendrils unscathed. Sam apparently wasn't so lucky. Ashe heard a thump and someone crying out Sam's name. She turned to see him injured and unconscious on the ground. Ashe swore under her breath as the tendril attack started up again, some of them aiming for Sam's body. Ashe didn't even have to think.

The warrior woman moved between the tendrils and Sam. She stood her ground, blocking and slashing the tendrils with her blade rather than avoiding them. She would make sure that Sam didn't get further injured. She was able to deflect most of them, but not all. One was deflected so closely that the thorns still opened a cut on her face. Another caught her in the left side, with lightning fast reflexes, Ashe grabbed the tendril with her left hand and yanked it out. Earning her a few more cuts on her hand, but stopping the injury from being serious, it only managed to sink in a couple of inches.

Ashe was stuck. She couldn't let Sam get hurt, but if she was keeping the tendrils at bay she couldn't get him to safety either. She could even attack the creature from here, as she had no way of attacking long range. "If I make it out of this alive, I'm asking Aerith to teach me some magic." But first, she actually had to make it out alive. "Sam! Get off your ass, I can't protect you forever!" Ashe shouted, hoping that maybe she could get her injured companion to wake up. Even if it was just long enough for him to get himself out of danger.
Mana rolled her eyes at generic, samurai themed hero number one million. Even her name was boring, and she was pretty sure had been used in the past by others. Swift Blade? Really? This girl was clearly one of the side kicks that had been talked about before. Mana knew exactly how to deal with sword users. This one was even demanding that she fight her. Mana was about to step around Kane, when useless new girl got in her way, saying something to Swift Blade in Russian.

Mana's chocolate colored eyes narrowed at useless new girl. The Dark Druid shouldered past useless new girl to stand between her and the side kick. She turned her head to useless new girl. "She's. Mine." She said slowly, emphasising each word with a point, the first at Swift Blade, the second at herself. Without another word, Mana turned back to Swift Blade. She lifted her arms and vines began to emerge from the ground in front of the side kick at a rapid pace.

If one who knew Mana well saw the vines, they would notice that they were slightly slower than usual. That's because they weren't her normal vines. They spiraled together to form a spear of vines, the end sharpened by thorns. But that wasn't even the special part. These vines were infused with fungal spores. When cut, like Swift Blade was bound to do eventually, they would release those toxic spores in her face. Those spores would coat her lungs, making breathing more difficult, and while they were more focused on getting her breathing back to normal, well she would die of kidney failure in a matter of hours. The best way to deal with sword users, was to use their own weapon against them.

With the side kick down, they would be able to focus all their efforts on the more dangerous heroes. Mana just had to hope that useless new girl would take the hint and turn her attention elsewhere and that Kane would do his job as meatshield. She wasn't worried about Kane, but if useless new girl got in her way, the heroes would be the least of her worries. Mana would kill new girl herself.
Adding my interest to this. Claiming an owl theme while I get to working on my CS. Specifically barn owl. Those guys are so cool.
@Double Gotcha. I'll have her experience it a little later in the story then. Since it would probably be bad for both of them to be knocked out when there's such a dangerous foe in front of them.

Posted! Changed Allerion's color from blue to green so that both Holy Knights didn't have such similiarly colored text.

@Loki Odinson Forgot to tag you in the post. Sorry bought that.

The Valley of Wassen, a few words popped into mind immediately to describe it. Beautiful, peaceful, quiet. It was all the things that Rion didn't need right now. He had thought that this leave of absence was going to be a good thing. It would give him time to clear his head and get some answers to the questions that had been haunting him for a while now. But all he had discovered were more questions without answer. Not to mention the worst part, all this solitude was worsening his depression.

Recently Rion had hardly slept and barely remembered to eat. During the day, he could focus his mind on whatever task was ahead. Get to the next town, go here to check out this rumor, go there to answer that question. But at night, when he stared up at the endless expanse of the night sky, his thoughts became so much darker. How easy would it be for him to be with Mana again, in wherever the dead lived? But no, he couldn't die yet, not until he uncovered the truth behind what had really happened. He wouldn't allow himself to meet her again until all of his doubts about the organization he had dedicated his life to had disappeared. One way or another.

Rion was currently on foot, having left his horse in the town of Aldercrest, the closest civilization to the Valley of Wassen. Where he was going, the horse couldn't follow. Supposedly there had once been a town inside the valley as well. A town that was openly against all that the Holy Knights stood for. One day, the town had simply ceased to exist. When people from Aldercrest had gone to investigate, they had found a dark, deadened, circle of land where the town and it's farmland had once stood. Even now nothing grew there, and all animals avoided that place, they were afraid of it. If this was really true, Rion should be able to feel the remnants of a Holy Knight's magic there.

On foot, he was still two days out. But the closer they got, the more scared his horse would have gotten, according to the people of Aldercrest. It was better to leave him in the village where he would safe, rather than risk losing him. Horses were expensive to replace, and Rion liked this one.

Suddenly a familiar, frightening, sound filled the space around him. One that caused Rion to immediately stop in his tracks. "Junchas?" The sound was very clear, somebody, or a group of somebodies, had pissed off a parent Juncha or two. Rion didn't even have to think, he just took off in a run in the direction the sound had come from.

It didn't take him long to come across the group who had pissed off the Junchas. Several of them were fleeing towards him on horseback being chased by a gray female, judging from the lack of horns. But there was one who had apparently fallen and was trying to fend off the other Juncha on his own, the male. Even from this distance away, Rion recognized the person on the ground. How could he not? It was his best friend, Arminel. Rion's blood ran cold at the thought of his best friend being skewered and all thought left his mind.

Rion threw himself forward, activating Wind Walk to close the distance with blinding speed. He unhooked his Arc from his belt, grasping it by the handle. He stopped his Wind Walk and skidded to a halt in the grass, a short distance away from his best friend, at an angle to the Juncha. With practiced ease, Rion swung the whip once around his head to gather force, and flicked it in the direction of the Juncha. Not aiming to wound, but something far more stupid than that. The blade end of the chain wrapped once, twice, three times around the horn of the male Juncha. Bracing himself, Rion grabbed the chain itself with his free hand, dug his feet in, and yanked.

The force of the pull turned the Juncha's head towards Rion and the ground. The deadly creature lost it's footing with the sudden change and stumbled, but didn't end up on the ground like Rion had hoped. "Now, Arminel!" Rion shouted, hoping his friend wouldn't be too surprised by his appearance. They could talk when they were safe. Right now, they had two Junchas to take down.
I'm not happy with that post in the slightest. But at this point I figured getting something out was better than making you wait any longer. I'll try to return to a far more regular posting schedule, with much high quality posts.
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