Kingdom Hearts: Dissidia RP

Location: Traverse Town

The Garden is the entry way to the complex known as the Empty House. Moogles often pushed their goods here as it is well known as the most beautiful location in Traverse Town. A spiral ramp connected the three floors of lush vegetation, allowing one to admire the hanging baskets of flowers that suspended themselves magically in the air to meet the moonlight that shone through the roof.

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Said roof is made of glass. Said glass is currently being broken due to the very large suit of Armor being thrown through it, followed closely by a man with a revolver-style gunblade for a left arm. Head covered by the shadow of a hood, he wears a grey garb halfway between a keikogi and a robe, and his name is Moran.

He lashed out with incredible ferocity, striking the Armor several times as it flew out into the streets. With a final blow, he sent it careening into the ground below, away form the shallow ponds that led up to the garden, and onto the cobblestone road. In the next instant, the gunblade arm changed into a long lance, and the man wielding it shot up into the skies. The Armor lay on the street in pieces, head and limbs scattered offside of the body that lay in a small crater. It was at this crater that Moran came down from his Jump, significantly increasing the depth and width of the crater as he impacted the body head on with his lance-at-arm.

Jumping back, Moran saw that Armor pieces lay motionless. Turning back to the Garden, he wondered how long it would take to repair the damage the Heartless had caused. Fortunately they hadn't yet reached the actual house before he had stepped in. His calculations were disturbed however, when he noticed the shadows of the neighboring buildings start to move. Heartless he identified as Soldiers and Zip Slashers began materializing in the dozens as the Armor began to vibrate. Its pieces shot up into the air and the Armor reassembled itself. Possibly backwards. But most unnervingly it showed no signs of damage.

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He sighed and brandished his lance-arm. "Oh just go away kupo." he muttered before giving a short but loud whistle. At his command, a handful of Dusks slipped out of gratings, rose out of the pond, and climbed down the garden walls, slithering up to Moran's sides.

"Job Change!" With a shout, he raised his lance into the air and a pulse of magic engulfed the Dusks, who soon began to glow, twisting and contorting, before finally taking the shape of Dragoons. The Dragoon Nobodies shot into the air as Moran changed his arm once again, this time into an impossibly long katana. With a familiar flourish he pointed it overhead towards the Heartless swarm.

"Come then!"

Moran swung in wide arcs, focusing more on controlling the crowd of Heartless and distracting the Armor than actual offense. His dragoon allies began Jumping down, slowly thinning the mob. He called back to Naria.

"That's your choice, kupo. Not every battle lies in your path."

Location: The World That Never Was

It seems like something was rampaging through the World that Never Was. It was making quite a racket, what with the whistles and the smoke and the clinking of steel wheels on ephemeral tracks through the air, but at least it was in constant rhythm. A rhythm the self appointed master of this world was humming to.

Laa la-la-la, la la-la la la laaa~
La la di-da-di daa~ La-la, la-la-la-laaa~

That last note Rydan stressed was accompanied by a whistle that was getting louder. And soon the face of a giant skeleton was headed the way of the room he was in, spewing smoke and brimstone and backed by about about 100 tonnes of necrotic steel fresh from hell.

"You...you're a new face! How strong is your heart?"

The Doomtrain smashed through the wall, scattering some local Neoshadows off into the abyss. A flash of seven colours removed Rydan from Doomtrain's path, to replace him atop the mount. He held his Indigo blade, Memento in his right hand as six others swirled around him. The otherwise stagnant air of the world whipped past his hair and face, forcing him to call out over the noise.

"Hm...ah...thoughts? Anyone? It doesn't...doesn't seem to have a heart. Is it a heartless?"

The train carried on, circling back around after its first pass through the main castle. A number of wyverns dashed themselves against it to no avail. After the change in course, Rydan saw the castle fast approaching.

"Uh-uh-uh! No you don't!"

The Indigo blade swapped for the Violet one faster than one could blink, and in the time one could have finished that blink Rydan had stabbed Guidance into the head of the Doomtrain. Graviga lifted the front of the train straight into the air, pulling up just in time as to not even scratch the castle's paint. The Doomtrain rolled into a corkscrew, trying to shake Rydan off, but the man was having none of that. He looked to his other blades, which were still hovering around him and following the erratic motions thrust upon their master.

"So um...I've got it. Do I...uh...do I kill it? Yes, No, No, No, Yes, Yes, No ah how typical. Why can't we-we all just agree?"

The Doomtrain continued to shoot upwards.

"Trial by ordeal? Good idea...Gooood idea. Ideer. Idia. Good goody good ideala STOPGA!"

Rydan had the indigo blade raised above his head (actually beside his head since he was currently at a 90 degree angle to down). The entire train froze, tracks beneath it vanishing. Rydan back-flipped off of and gently floated down beside the immobile train as it plummeted towards the ground below. There was a rather large thud in a few seconds, followed by the gentle tapping of two feet as they touched the ground.

A hand was raised, and six blades expanded a hexagon around the train that seemed to be about to fizzle out of existence. Shadows that were about to swarm were held at bay. Rydan held Passion, his red blade, loosely at his side. He tilted his head looking at something of a type he didn't know existed before today.

"...any suggestions? Hm...aha...yes, maybe maybe..."

He pulled out the crystal shard he had gotten from...somewhere (he couldn't quite remember) and tossed it at the train. The crystal was something new to him too. Lots of new stuff falling between worlds. How annoying. Upon contact with the crystal, the train vanished completely, but left an image of itself floating inside. Rydan walked over swinging the red blade around jauntily, humming to himself and picking it up, to slip it into a pocket.

"Sorry sweeties, no food this time."

The hexagonal perimeter disappeared as Rydan floated up into the air. Another song on his mind.

Hm hm hm...conjunction junction, what's your function?~

"Let the other Bishops handle it..." Cyprian rolled over in his bed. "It's too early in the morning for Metzenbaum."

"I don't need you to give me an option..." He complained as he pulled a blanket over his head.

"It's not like I care." Cyprian responded, oblivious to the bluff.

Skidding to a halt and spinning around, the viking woman grins widely, battle lust apparent, ponytail flowing smoothly so it perfectly matches her axe's arc. The closest Heartless, a Soldier, loses its head even as it continues moving forward, falling limp and dissipating exactly as she passes by the corpse. Several more Heartless approach, a pair of Zip Slashers bringing up the rear. Charging towards them, Naria notices Blair enter the fray, and stops. "Heya! Where's your honey?!" She doesn't wait for a response, and readdresses the Heartless, now very close. Her grin returns to its battle state, she leans down low with both hands dangling down to her weapon, and rushes directly at the Heartless.

"I told you, you're me and I'm you! We're two halves of the same whole. You can't escape me, and I can't escapes you either, Mark!"

The setting was peculiar. Two figures stood atop a large platform, filled with red crystal. Across each tile resembled pictures like a mural. The figure to the left was dressed plainly. Yellow jacket, yellow pants, and well, yellow everything. Chestnut locks lay long matted to his forehead, weary sky blue eyes staring at the person in front of him. In his hand, a curved Keyblade resembling a heart lay clenched firmly. Dressed in black and white, a long haired, red-haired youth stood, hand on another Keyblade. The two had identical eyes, and neither was unyielding.



"I don't even know you! You keep claiming I have no heart, yeti can feel! Do you really expect me to believe that crap?! Who the hell are you, and why won't you LEAVE ME ALONE?" The redhead roared. Salem stared at him with unsettling eyes; cold eyes. "Because you are what you are: A Nobody." He stated. Mark's body froze at the word.


"Are you kidding me? I'm a nobody? I am somebody! Who the hell gives you the right to call people that? One minute I'm asleep, and the next minute I'm listening to you talk. What do you want from me, Salem? You're nothing more but a buried memory of the past. I'm begging you to give me my peace of mind. Your heart is gone, okay?" Mark pleaded.

"It's a term, and that's what you are. Those 'emotions' you feel are nothing more but faking. You know that, don't you? That hollow feeling in your chest. You look around and see other kids smile. You do what they do, yet you feel nothing. You're a shell, Mark. I'm your original. If you let me help-" Salem began hurriedly.

Mark brandished the strange weapon in his hand. Even if he didn't know how to use it, Salem was hitting too close to home. Sure, he felt nothing, but he'd never admit it. He was somebody. Everyone recognized him as that. Why was Salem trying to break his happiness?

Oh, that's right, I can't feel emotions. I don't have happiness, sadness or joy. I'm nothing more but a third-rate copy of Salem. Why did he get to feel emotions? I can access his memories, but I can't feel what he felt during that time. I'm just a copy... It's not fair; none of this is. Why am I suffering out of this deal? And he keeps staring at me like I'm some endangered abomination. But why do I even care?

Mark circled slowly around Salem, careful of his original. Before he knew it, he had lunged, aiming for the heart of his original. Maybe if he hit him there, he could take his heart. Salem deflected the jab with ease, lunging himself. The two keyblades sparked, and Salem looked on with wide eyes. "Are you crazy?! You're not getting a heart that way. I'm already dead, you fool!"


"Like hell you are! You keep saying you're the original. What does that make me, huh?! Am I nothing more but your replacement? I say NO! I'm going to beat you, and then you can be the one to disappear. I hate you, and even if I can't feel it, I know it." Mark hissed, backing up. "FIRAJA!"

Immediately after he spoke the spell, an enormous fireball materialized, heading straight for Salem. The original swore, dodging the explosion, which rocked the platform, scorching a few tiles. Mark cried out, holding his head, stumbling back in the process. For some reason, his head was hurting. Salem took advantage of this; tackling him. "Stop it! Are you trying to destroy my- our memories? I'm trying to help you, so stop denying you exist. If you get a heart, we can coexist. I swear it!" Salem shouted.

The struggling stopped, and Mark laid still, looking at the scorch marks. Salem got off him, confiscating his Keyblade. "You're not a third-rate copy of me. You're just a part of me that lost his heart. I want to stop fighting you everyday, Mark. You need to accept this and get over that inferiority complex of yours. You have friends, and so what if you can't feel their adoration? You'll get it one day. Think about them for once. You're an accomplished skateboarder, a good athlete, amazing grades, and you have a social life. If anyone should be jealous, it's me." Salem reprimanded, shaking his head.

Mark sat up, burying his face into his hands. "What does that all matter when you can't feel a damn thing? I envy you. Goodbye, Salem." The Nobody muttered, fading away. The Keyblade known as Twilight did as well from Salem's hands. The original sighed deeply as he, too, slowly faded. "I hope you can understand, Mark. No one is out to get you. I wish she were still here..."


 

Naria swipes her hefty weapon through several Soldiers with ease, and then knocks a Zip Slasher back with the blunt end of her weapon, only to see one of the Berserkers Moran made destroy it. The woman watches Moran leave with the Armor and frowns. "Hmph. Always keeping the fun for himself. Glorious bastard."

The viking shrugs and dashes forward, back towards the center of fray, hoping to keep a larger portion of the enemy at bay now that Moran left. Looking back over her shoulder in between swings, she shouts at the remaining sentient Nobody. "Hey, Blair! You want something other than eggs for breakfast? The Moogles may not be comfortable cooking out of their comfort zone, but I'm game!" A quick Cure spell on herself to mend the results of a Zip Slasher's charge, and then she turns her attention to the Berserkers and the wounds they've sustained.